“The only thing I want is you.”
“You taste so good.”
Anger rushing through his veins as he sees her talking to another guy. He should laugh it off, shooting him in the head and punish her.
But the way she smiles at him let him stop.
Did she ever smiled at him like that?
Possessive he grabs her arm and pulls her away from the guy.
“What are you doing?” She struggles out of his grip and looks at him with glowing eyes.
For seconds they stare each other in the eyes as she seems to realize why he’s so angry.
“Oh Jerome, the only thing I want is you.” She purrs, slightly submissive as she nips at his lower lip. “I’m yours.”
Normally it’s her on the knees, but he can’t help himself as he goes down on her. Her eyes widen in surprise as he pulls her skirt up and rips the panties from her body. She leans back with a small moan as he spreads her legs and inhales her scent. The tip of his tongue runs through her folds.
“You taste so good.” He praises her like a brave pet, knowing that he’s still in charge, even when she’s above him..
Number 20: Jealous (With Oliver Wood) for anon :)
“Hey (Y/N), how ya doing?” George walked up to you.
“Oh, hey George. I’m good. How are you?”
“I’m good, I’m good. Did you see the prank I pulled on Snape yesterday?” He asked, putting his arm around your shoulder. It made you slighty uncomfortable, but you didn’t shrug it off because you didn’t want to be rude. He started walking with you around the quidditch pitch.
“The enchanted chalk that wrote ‘Snape has an abnormally large nose’ over and over? That was you?” You chuckled slightly.
“Yep, that’s the one.” He removed his arm from your shoulder, and changed to holding your hand. “So, (Y/N) there’s something I wanted to ask you.” The rest of the team were a few meters away as you guys circled them. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Oliver Wood staring at the both of you with shiny eyes. “The next Hogsmeade trip is this weekend, and I was wondering-” Oliver cut him off with a whistle.
“Everyone gather here!” As you both walked back to the rest of the team, George restarted.
“What I was going to say was, would you-” But he was cut off by Oliver again.
“Quiet! We need some flying practice. I’ll partner you up with someone and you will have a race around the pitch.” He partnered people off randomly, and as they were called, they started flying. “(Y/N), your with Angelina, George, your with me.” George groaned and gave you a look.
“I’ll talk to you later, love.” George winked at you and Oliver gritted his teeth and glared. He pulled George with him to the edge of the field. You raised an eyebrow.
“What was that about?” Angelina asked. You shook your head.
“I have no clue.” You walked to the edge of the field together.
You tighten your grip on your cleansweep and lift off in sync with Angelina, and you zoom off. you’re neck and neck most of the time, because she has a better broom, but you’re a better flyer. You chase each other around the pitch when you are disrupted by yelling on the other side of the field. The both of you flew over to see the commotion. George and Oliver were having an arguement while nearly shoving each other off their brooms. “No, stay there.” Oliver yelled to you, causing you to halt.
“Why? Are you afraid of her choosing me?” George taunted. Is that what they are fighting about?
“No, I’m scared of her getting injured, you ass! Because unlike you, I care about her more than myself, and I’d rather get a broken nose, than her chip a nail from herbreaking up our fight!” Your heart swelled in your chest and you smiled at Oliver, causing him to grin at you. George saw this exchange and jumped on Oliver, causing both of them to fall. You watched in horror as the two boys punch and kicked each other on their way down. George landed on Oliver with a loud thud, but they kept wrestling on the ground. The whole team was watching as fists went flying, but knew better than to interfere. Then McGonagall came into the arena and yelled at both the boys to stop. They either didn’t hear her, or they weren’t finished, because they didn’t stop. She put a spell on them to separate them, then froze their feet to the floor. “What on earth do you two think you are doing?” She yelled. Both boys started talking at once, trying to be louder than the other. You decide this is when you should come in.
“SHUT IT!” You yell at the two boys, and they both fell silent. “What happened, proffesor, is that these two boys started arguing about a stupid little matter. It started to turn slightly violent, so I went to go and help. But Oliver told me to stay where I was so I wouldn’t get hurt, and while Oliver was distracted, George jumped on him and they both fell and started wrestling on the floor.” you explained. Proffessor McGonagall nodded.
“George Weasley, ten points from Gryffindor, and detention for a week. A third year should know better.” She looked over the boys injuries. Oliver had a blood nose, a bruised jaw, a black eye and his leg was bending on a weird angle. George only had a small gash on his cheek. “Take Wood up to the hospital wing. Weasley, come with me.” you hooked your arm around Oliver and helped him walk to Madam Pomfrey. “Are you okay?” You asked, as he slowly hobbled up the stairs. “I’ll be fine, nothing Madam Pomfrey can’t fix.” He smiled at you, and you smiled back.
You sat there while Madam Pomfrey gave him different potions and medicines, but you waited till she left to talk to him. “What were you and George arguing about?” You asked. He flinched at the question.
“I was hoping you wouldn’t ask that.” Both of you were quiet for a few seconds before he spoke. “You.” He answered. You gave him a look, and he elaborated. “He was made at me because I kept inturrupting him when he was trying to ask you out. And then I said that I didn’t want anyone on the team dating because if they broke up training would be awkward. And he said that I just made that up so he couldn’t ask you, which I did, but don’t tell him that, and then he said that there was no point in stopping him asking, because you’d never say yes to me anyway, then I shoved him, and he shoved me and you sort of know where the story goes from there.” He looked at you for your reaction, and you grabbed his hand and held it.
“Are you saying that you were jealous, Wood?” You grinned at him and he flushed red.
“Me? Jealous? Pshh no… where’d you get that idea from?” He awkwardly stumbled his words, causing you to giggle.
“If it makes you feel any better, I would choose you over everyone anyday.” You smiled at him and he grinned. You started leaning closer together, your heart racing with anticipation. Your lips brush slightly, but then Madam Pomfrey walks in and announces that visiting hours are over. So you hug Oliver goodbye, and promise you’ll see him tomorrow.
“You guys need to calm down before you start throwing punches!” Dean yelled, standing between you and Cas.
“That is highly unlikely Dean.” Castiel said glaring seemingly through Dean toward you.
“What are you two even fighting about?” Dean yelled, annoyed at the childish acts.
“Fine don’t tell me, but take it somewhere else!” He sighed in defeat, walking away.
Castiel placed his hand on your shoulder and you were both now in an empty warehouse.
“You could’ve died.” He stated calmly. Trying to avoid shouting but you were too furious.
“But I didn’t, how does no one ever see the bright side?! I’m. Not. Dead!” You yelled, turning your back.
“I wasn’t even close to dying Cas!”
“Dean sa-” He started, causing anger to boil in your veins.
“Oh so now his say is more important than mine?! Cas, that’s not how relationships work!” You yelled quieter, clenching your jaw in frustration. Hurt.
“Well it’s very apparent he’s less reckless and child like! He’s not so…incompetent!” He yelled, louder than he was yelling before.
You flinched at his words and turned to face him. Almost nose to nose.
“Incompetent? I’m incompetent? How many times have I save your ass? How many times have I comforted you when you were so down in the dumps you couldn’t think straight?!” You yelled, your voice strained causing it to crack.
“I came to you expecting you to open up in return! All I’ve ever tried to do is help you, be there for you! But every time I try, you rebel, and start a screaming match! Stop ignoring the fact that I’m trying (y/n), for you! Why do you push me away?” He yelled, stepping closer, trying to place a comforting hand to your shoulder and tears forced their way down your face.
“Don’t fucking touch me!” You yelled jerking yourself back.
“I don’t know what to do anymore, (y/n)! I saved you from your father, from Crowley, from so much and you still can’t trust me? I’m so frustrated, and I may not be the smartest but I know you’re not okay.” He said softly.
You looked down in shame, to hide your tears. He was right but you couldn’t explain yourself because you didn’t know yourself.
You just knew all you had at the end of the day was yourself and you had to be strong.
“Is it me? Cause carrying on with you when you resent me, and hate like this… I’m afraid I might kill myself…trying to save someone who doesn’t want to be saved…” He said, trying again to hold you but you jerked back.
The tears fell harder and you moved farther away, metaphorically and literally.
“Damn it (y/n)!” He yelled turning around in frustration, rubbing his temples trying to understand.
“I have to leave.” You said quietly to yourself.
“Fine, you know what?! Leave, see if I care!” He yelled, instantly regretting his words and the whimper that escaped your lips.
You turned to leave but had to turn around quickly realizing you had no idea where you were.
“I need…” You paused forcing yourself to look up at him.
His face looked as how you imagined your to look, tears stained and puffy.
“I have to get back to the bunker…pack…” You said looking down at your feet, he grabbed your hand slowly and you closed your eyes.
When you didn’t feel any change in atmosphere, you opened your eyes to find you were at the same place and you looked up to find Castiel starring sadly into your eyes causing you to close them again.
You opened them slightly, to find your were now in your room.
As [Y/N] entered the bus behind Jack, her older brother, my thoughts immediately turned to her instead of tonight’s set. I couldn’t help how distracted I was by her presence. She was just so beautiful. And sweet and talented. Honestly she was my perfect woman. But I couldn’t have her because of her brother.
Jack has been my best friend since high school, and has always been overly protective of his sister. I don’t think she’s ever had a long-term relationship because he scares away any guy that comes close to her. If he ever found out that I had feelings for her, he would promptly try to kill me in the most vicious way possible.
“[Y/N]’s here!” Jack yelled even though the entire band was sitting right in front of him. Something about his younger sister always made him beam with pride. Maybe it was how successful she turned out to be as a singer. Or how many people liked her as soon as they saw her. Or even just the fact that she was his baby sister.
“We kind of noticed. Hey, [Y/N],” Zack said glancing up from his laptop and giving her a friendly smile. I froze when we made eye contact so I just gave her a small wave and pretended I was busy.
I felt bad for blowing her off, but I didn’t know how to act around her. I mean, I did know. I just couldn’t get my brain to function around her. There was no way I could be normal around her without accidentally slipping up and letting her know about my feelings.
“Hey, Alex. I was thinking that maybe [Y/N] could be our featured singer during Love Like War,” Jack blurted out. I looked up and she smiled weakly while hiding behind her brother. Her face was the lightest shade of pink I had ever seen.
“That sounds great. You know the song, right?” I asked her. She gave me a look that said “Duh.”
“Of course I do. Jack made me learn it forever ago,” she said sounding a little annoyed.
“I’m sorry. We have had guest singers who didn’t know the song until five minutes before they were on,” I defended myself. [Y/N] sighed.
The opening band thanked the crowd for listening and singing along and ran off stage. We were all pumped and ready to play as soon as they were done. However, there was the small amount of nervousness that flowed through my body before every show.
[Y/N] came out of her dressing area. She looked drop dead gorgeous in her stage outfit. She walked up to Jack and said, “Knock ‘em dead, jerk. Good luck,” she said to the rest of us. I gave her a friendly smile and wave and ran out on stage with the guys behind me.
The concert was going absolutely amazing and my nervousness was gone like it usually is. We were onto Love Like War, one of our last songs when a bundle of nerves hit me again. It was because [Y/N] was in my view and getting ready to join me out onstage. I almost forgot the lyrics because of her, but I recovered.
[Y/N]’s part came on, and I tried my best to ignore the electricity that coursed through my veins when she was near me. I played and tried not to look at her. She made my heart pound faster and my head swim. It was like I was literally at war with my feelings for her.
She sang the lyrics so beautifully. I didn’t comprehend what I was doing until it was too late. I pulled her in and kissed her perfect lips with everything I had.
The song ended and I let her go. Her eyes were wide with shock and maybe a little bit of adoration. She ran of stage and the crowd was a mix of “awes” and “boos” as the fan girls reacted. I could feel Jack’s burning gaze and I stood frozen in place.
“Sorry about that,” I apologized. “We still have one more song to play, so let’s get back to having a blast!”
We finished the set and thanked the crowd for giving us an awesome night! I ran off stage looking for [Y/N] and trying to avoid the wrath of Jack.
I finally found her about thirty minutes later sitting on the bus. As soon as she saw me, she stood up and took a few strides towards me. I honestly wasn’t expecting her to slap me straight across the face.
“Why the hell would you do that?” [Y/N] demanded with a anger in her eyes.
“I am honestly so sorry. I don’t know what happened to me. I mean, I’ve liked you since the first time we’ve met, but I could never tell you,” I said. The words stumbled out of me and I had no control. “You just look so beautiful and your voice is the best thing I’ve ever listened to. I don’t know. I’m s-” I was cut off when she pulled me close and crashed her lips to mine. I faced total embarrassment that night, but at least I wasn’t totally rejected.
We kissed each other with such force I was worried about hurting her. Eventually, our kisses became gentler and softer until we were both out of breath. “I’m glad you told me. But Jack is probably going to have your head.”
As if on cue, Jack stormed onto the bus in his violent rage. “ALEX! I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!” I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so angry. It was kind of scary.
[Y/N] jumped in front of me as he charged towards me. He had his hands outstretched like he was going to throttle me. I instinctively jumped away even though I probably looked like an idiot. I would probably be dead if [Y/N] did not come to my rescue. “Jack, stop!”
She calmly explained everything for me and I hid behind her frame like a coward. Jack calmed down and I came out from behind her.
I noticed Zack and Rian hiding at the bus doorway as if they were hoping for a show. This was going to be exciting for them.
“I’m sorry, man. I didn’t know how to tell you,” I said stepping forward. He looked at me and I thought I was going to get smacked again.
Instead, Jack wrapped both of us into one big hug. “My best friend and my sister!” He said excitedly. “Although you probably could have kissed her earlier if you had told me.”