Seokjin: You were wearing a short black dress for a party where you two wanted to go. Simple, tight and shoulder-less. As soon as he saw you, Jin was shook and his jaw dropped real fast. Soon after he had to smile proudly knowing that you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
“Wow.. This is beautiful, I mean you are beautiful, I’m in love.”
Namjoon: Your tight long red dress with a lot of cleavage reminded him again why he loves you so much. Namjoon was so impressed by the fact how you look beautiful in literally everything. You could have worn sweats and a tee and he’d still found you magnificent.
“I am so lucky. You are the most precious thing in this world.”
Yoongi: Being fascinated about your ability to make a look this gorgeous in just 15 minutes and the exposed skin made him he admire you the whole time not being able to look away. But, to be honest, Yoongi would be pretty turned on. He can’t skip a cocky comment.
“You look so good. No, it’s not too much… for now. Later this night I want to see your dress on the floor.”
Hoseok: The hyped boyfriend. Only one look at your silky short dress and he was HYPED as fuck, as always. Hoseok can boost your confidence more than a good pair of matching underwear, this boy is so precious he’s be over-floating you in compliments.
“WOW! OH MY GOD! This is MY GIRLFRIEND. You are the most beautiful human on this planet.”
Taehyung: He’d be the one who’d be turned on the most. Tae saw you in a really short blue jumpsuit with a really wide cleavage and was close to get hard. His jaw dropped and let’s not get started on the things he imaged to do to you.
“You look incredibly hot. I think it shouldn’t be a problem if we come later to this damn party, don’t you think? You got me in quite a mood here..”
Jimin: He got possessive! And hella turned too. As soon as you entered the room in the dress, that looked more like a nightgown, he has bitten his lip and walked towards you checking your body out.
“All this is mine. I don’t want the people at the party to see this.. How about a little show for me afterwards? Okay but I can’t promise to wait.”
Jungkook: This guy first acted as if it wasn’t that big of a surprise for him. He was quickly checking you out and giving you a kiss. BUUUT after a few minutes you’d see him standing in front of you to avoid the hungry looks from the drunk people on the party. In the end he admitted how sexy the strapless short dress actually was.
“You look so good I have to show the other people here that they don’t have a chance. Let’s go home. Please I wanna take you out of that dress”
don’t wonder I changed the name of this blog, but it’s still moi! Hope you liked this reaction it was sooo fun to make!
I blame my mutuals, @kawaiilo-ren with her Loverboy AU and all your smutty head canons for this.
It starts out like a regular evening, the three of them just taking it easy, hanging out in front the television watching some show on Netflix, empty dinner plates abandoned on the coffee table.
Then Yuri gets into this argument about something dumb with JJ, because of course he does, and makes a comment that borders on nasty. JJ grins at Yuri who swats his hand away with a snarl, but Otabek is having none of that.
He says quite stoically that Yuri shouldn’t be so rude to one of his daddies and thinks he ought to be punished for his bratty mouth. JJ and Yuri catch on quite quickly. The mood instantly shifts as Yuri is now stroking both his boyfriends to hardness through their pants, while they eagerly start lapping at his mouth.
Otabek hasn’t forgotten that Yuri’s attitude should be set straight, pulls the blond roughly into his lap and forces him to lay on his stomach. Yuri squirms as his silky pyjama shorts are pulled down and hisses when the first blow hits his ass. JJ licks his lips and unbuckles his belt, which makes the blond lift his head in anticipation.
While Otabek keeps spanking Yuri’s plush ass, the blond steadily sucks off JJ who looks on with a smirk. Yuri moans loudly around his cock with each strike and JJ murmurs something about him being a good kitten that should treat his daddies right.
Otabek agrees with this sentiment, feels that Yuri is being such a good boy throughout his punishment that he deserves a nice reward. He pulls Yuri off JJ’s cock and kisses him, wet and hot, before JJ hoists Yuri off the couch and carries him into the bedroom.
There, while sitting on a corner of the bed, Yuri gets to watch both his daddies make out hungrily, finger each other, smirking slyly at him when their lips aren’t occupied. Yuri gets increasingly impatient, rubs himself through silky shorts and pouts but holds his tongue otherwise, knowing that if he listens, it’s going to be worth the wait.
Yuri gets to fuck the both of them, in turns, while the undercut who isn’t panting and moaning underneath their good little kitten showers him with praise, strokes his shoulderblades, kisses his temple.
But then one of his daddies, who can have a little bit of a mean streak sometimes, stops Yuri, tells him they have no intention of letting the blond cum just like that. They both proceed to eat him out just enough to work him open, Yuri’s ass in the air, stifling his cries in the pillow.
They fuck him in turns, telling him he’s pretty, petting his blond hair. They stop every time Yuri comes too near to the edge, but caress his flustered tear-stained cheeks. Yuri whimpers and mewls as his daddies fill him up with cum, first the one, then the other, so much it drips down his trembling thighs.
For being such an obdient kitten, Yuri’s final reward is being sucked off by both his daddies, whispering their names as his fingers are buried in their dark hair. When he cums, so hard it makes his head spin, they lick the pearly white strands off his milky skin, his pink cock.
JJ takes Yuri in his arms, still dripping, still dizzy, and holds him close, while Otabek strokes his golden locks and says in that deep silky voice: “See kitten, isn’t it better when you play nicely with daddy?”
Imagine for me if you will, it’s a Haus party in Bitty’s junior year. Jack has come to visit so it’s pretty low-key. And by low-key I mean Rans&Holster didn’t invite people from every college in a 50 mile radius. So the hockey team is there, the whole bench though and their significant others and close friends so the Haus is still teeming with people right? And it was an unusually warm spring day so the theme for the night is beach party.
Girls in bikini tops and cut off jean shorts, Rans&Holster are in booty running shorts and crop tops. Jack is still in jeans and a t-shirt but the shades and backwards ball cap give him a laid back look as he chats with a shirtless Chowder who’s only wearing some board shorts. Nursey just wore skinny pants and a tank top and Dex is in some silky basketball shorts with a t-shirt.
The biggest spectacle after Rans&Hoster are Bitty and Shitty. In true Shitty fashion he’s showing more skin than anyone would wish but much to the relief of everyone, Lardo had taken one look at the speedo paired with his trusty jean vest, tugged him down into a chair and distracted him with kisses while sitting on his lap and covering some of that creamy white skin.
Bitty, well Bitty is embracing the efforts of the Better Bitty Booty Bureau in his short shorts and the tank top that’s been knotted in the back to show off those back and ab muscles that come so naturally to D1 college hockey players.
Dex and Nursey are against a wall, it’s Dex’s turn to drink so he’s already had a couple shots and is nursing (lol) a beer next to Nurse as they talk about class.
Then that tell-tale “Lemme hear you say ‘Hey, Ms. Carter,’” plays over the speakers and a small cheer goes up on the “dance floor” in the middle of the living room.
Dex watches the crowd part as Bitty drags Jack from the kitchen doorway to the middle of the crowd of writhing bodies dancing away to Beyoncé.
“Oh man, Bits is so fun to dance with on this playlist,” Nursey says, already pushing off the wall and taking the last swallow of beer in his glass like he’s going to leave Dex all by his lonesome along the wall.
Well. Fuck that.
“D, let Bits get it on with his boyfriend,” Dex slurs slightly as he reaches out and grabs a hold of a sweat slick bicep.
Nursey freezes and looks back over his shoulder at Dex, raising an eyebrow for good measure.
“But I wanna dance,” he pouts and Dex shrugs.
“So dance here, I wanna drink some more,” he offers and Nursey looks down, only when Dex follows his gaze does he realize he’s still holding Nursey’s arm, even though he stepped back to stand along the wall again.
“You want me to dance here?” Nursey asks speculatively, looking pointedly at the lack of space and the people milling around not dancing.
Dex goes to take another swallow of beer and finds his cup empty. After pouting for a moment he looks back up at Nursey and sighs.
“Fine you can go dance, but I’m coming with,” Dex declares and proceeds to drag Nursey into the crowd of people dancing away to the dirty, dirty words of Beyoncé.
Dex just dances for a while, lets the alcohol and the music work his muscles loose and pliant. He forgets to keep an eye on Nursey and by the time he remembers Nursey is on Dex patrol tonight instead of the other way around Nursey has weaved through the crowd and is standing right in front of him.
“Hi,” Dex says, smiling brightly. “You came back!”
“Never left, Poindexter,” Nursey grumbles but he doesn’t look all that irritated. So Dex leans in and throws his arms around Derek’s neck and goes back to moving his body with the beat.
After a too-long hesitation, Dex feels those big strong hands taking a hold of his sides and Dex smirks at Derek.
“Way to make yourself useful,” he says over the music, “now dance with me ya putz.”
Nursey shakes his head but Dex thinks he’s laughing so it’s okay.
“Never knew you could dance like this, Dex,” Nursey says a little while later when there’s a quiet lull in the music.
Dex just throws his head back and laughs because he’s not drunk (he is though) but he is having fun and since Nursey hasn’t caught on yet to the fact that Dex wants to date him, he might as well up his game even further.
“You ain’t seen nothing,” Dex purrs, dropping the words right in Derek’s ear.
He grins, wicked and sharp and pulls Nursey from the dance floor towards the kitchen. It’s even hotter in there somehow but Dex doesn’t care. All he cares about is turning his pulling into pushing Nursey down onto a kitchen chair that was left turned away from the table.
Nursey has never been so confused and so turned on at the same time in his life. William Poindexter has taken him to the semi-private kitchen for what Derek can only hope is a private dance show?? Maybe a-
His thoughts cut off when Dex plops down on his lap, long legs straddling Nursey, long pale arms loosely around his neck.
“You want me to stop, just say so D,” Dex whispers in his ear and Nursey has no hope of containing the shiver that goes through him.
Nursey is equal parts confused, awestruck and turned on. Because he had no idea that all that lithe muscle on the 6’2” frame could move like that. So sinuous and practiced and -
“Do you practice this?” he blurts out and Dex stops and gives him a look. One of those, if he had glasses he’d be looking over the rim to stare disapprovingly at him type looks.
“Not since I took that pole dancing class in high school,” Dex says flatly.
And Nursey’s brain kind of whites out at the image of Dex in shorts that just barely cover the goods, so tight they might as well be painted on dancing on a pole.
He literally loses focus on his surroundings the next thing he knows Dex is in front of him, hands on Derek’s shoulders and he’s still moving in one long sinuous line.
“P-Pole dancing, bro?”
Dex smirks and slides his chest up from where he’d been crouching in front of Nursey so close he catches the smell of his aftershave. And Derek always thought that move was overdone, I mean if Channing Tatum doing it didn’t rile him up, who would? But it is so much different when it’s a strong sweaty chest that’s attached to your best friends face and is perilously close to you when he does it. And Nursey finds himself reaching out to touch and Dex doesn’t stop him, miraculously he grabs Derek’s hand and puts it right on his chest, right in between those pale freckled pecs.
Then Dex is turning, curling in closer as he holds Nursey’s hand in place where he’d put it and then that perfect hockey ass is in his lap, swaying and circling and mesmerizing in those basketball shorts. Too soon probably Nursey has to end the private show. He can’t take it anymore and pulls Dex into his lap, wrapping his own strong arms around that beautiful chest pulling back until Dex’s weight is fully on him and his head is tilted back on Nursey’s shoulder. Nursey buries his nose there and starts mouthing at the sweaty skin.
“You’re killin me,” he grumbles and Dex laughs before it turns into a moan.
“We-” he gasps when Nursey uses just a hint of teeth. “We can’t afford the fines of desecrating Bitty’s kitchen.”
Nursey groans and buries his face where he’d been happily leaving a mark.
“So we have to move?”
Dex laughs again and pats his now limp hands that are no longer holding him in place.
“Come on, I’ll get right back in your lap once we’re in our room.”
And well, Nursey can’t turn down a promise like that.
I feel like there aren't enough phone sex fics in the fandom. Could you please take this as a prompt?
Hey anon, I’m not sure you really meant me? I’m not known for writing smut (cause I can’t write it). But I tried and here it is. Set in “Chinga”, NC-17 (I suppose). You get a read more cause it’s loooong.
rings before Scully picks up the phone and puts Mulder out of his misery.
yeah.” Scully’s voice is nothing more than a tired mumble and yet Mulder
finds himself sigh in relief, and grin stupidly, upon finally hearing her
Scully, it’s me. You weren’t answering your phone earlier and I – wait, I’m not
interrupting anything, am I?” Mulder is cradling his basketball in his
arms; he better not be interrupting anything. What was the guy’s name Scully
kept mentioning? Jack? He grimaces when he realizes that he’s been stroking the
basketball, treating it like a lover. He lets got of it, watches it fall to the
ground with a soft thud, and roll away under his desk. Wishing it was Jack’s
head, kind of. Mulder has been trying to reach Scully for hours now (Is Jack to
blame? He’s not sure he wants to know). He is not going to tell her how close
he’s come to flying out to Maine.
“I was sleeping.”
only… oh, it’s already 2 am. I’m sorry, Scully. You uhm, like I said, you
weren’t answering your phone. I was worried.”
fine Mulder. Just really tired.”
vacation, huh?” Mulder knows that he should say his goodbye now, let her
go back to sleep. Except he’s so happy to hear her voice, as exhausted as it
may sound, that he’s unable to be reasonable. He hasn’t seen her in days. He
hasn’t heard her voice in hours. He can’t just hang up now.
Scully yawns. “Mulder, was there anything you wanted? It really is
You narrowed your eyes as you watched your long-time enemy byun Baekhyun. He was sitting a couple of tables away from you reading his textbook intensely. That’s not the part that annoyed you.
No, it was the crowd of girls watching him from outside the library windows as if an angel had just floated down from heaven.
And what made it even worse, was that he loved it. Ohhh god the boy was reveling in the attention he was getting.
He loved playing with their feelings and then dropping them as if they were nothing.
One of your best friends happened to be one of the girls he played; but yet she still pined after him. It’s almost as if the hatred she should have felt traveled to you, amplifying you need to end him.
you were currently sitting at 2nd in your year levels ranking. Guess who the fuck was first.
Its like everything you did he was there and doing it better than you. Your vice captain, he’s captain.
Your team managed to win regionals for soccer, his team won nationals.
You’re pretty popular, but he is a walking god.
“Y/N your glaring again” your best friend sighed as she continued to write notes in her notepad.
“opps, didn’t notice” you said as you ripped your eyes from the devil and continued studying.
“aren’t your families close?” she asked as she moved on to researching on the internet. You sighed remembering that you families were planning a joint get away from the summer holidays.
“Yep! i have to see him every day, do you realise that I see him more than I see my own mother” you ranted as you placed your pencil down and sighed frustrated.
You best friend just shook her head before she looked up to give him a glance. You watched as her face quickly changed from longing to shock.
She quickly dove her sight back down into her books as she continued to write.
You looked up to see the meaning of the sudden movement. That’s when you saw Baekhyun making his way to your table.
You rolled your eyes before slouching back in your chair ready to hear the bullshit fall out of his mouth.
“hey yuju” he said addressing your friend and completely ignoring you.
She blushed intensely as she tried to find the words to say to him.
“go away” you answered as she continued to sort out her shit. Baekhyun’s smile dropped before he slowly turned his face towards you.
“I don’t believe I was talking to you” he said as he folded his arms in annoyance.
“and you think I care” you said as you tilted your head to the side narrowing your eyes again back in his direction.
You best friend looked between you and him with worry as the tension between the both of you was building. An argument was making its way up your throats but before it could happen she spoke.
“did you want something?” yuju asked quickly.
Baekhyun gave you one last glare before turning his attention back towards her.
“I was just wondering if you would like to come to my party tonight, I was able to get the keys to the pent house of my flat complex, the whole year level is going to be there” he said before flashing her with his signature smile.
Yuju looked at you, searching your face for approval or disappointment or any kind of emotion.
A) You don’t want to go to his stupid as party anyway
B) You hate parties
C) You hate him
But if she wants to go you cant stop her, but you definitely don’t approve.
“ill think about it…and if I do come, it’ll only be with Y/N” she said as she looked between us. Baekhyun looked horrified. He was not one to be negotiated with but if he want what I thought he wanted (some booty) then he was going to agree.
He groaned before eventually nodding his head.
You rolled your eyes as you watched him walk away, the crowd of girls waiting for him outside started freaking out and dispersed as soon as he opened the door
You kicked your shoes off as you entered your room, your bag quickly found its way too the ground and you phone quickly found its self calling yuju.
“I CAN’T BELIVE BAEKHYUN INVITED ME TO HIS PARTY! DO YOU THINK HE WANTS TO REKINDLE OUR FLING?” she screamed through the phone.
You sighed before continuing to talk to your friend.
“hey be careful alright…like we both know what kind of person he is” you said as you heard her shuffling around her room.
“yer yer, hey I’m going to go early alright, ill see you there” she squealed before hanging up the phone.
You huffed in annoyance before laying down on your bed relaxing your tensed muscles.
Maybe you should just stay home…Baekhyun doesn’t want you there, your friend will be too busy trying to get his attention. So, what’s the point…
You and Baekhyun used to be really good friends, your parents were best friends so naturally, you spent a lot of time together.
It wasn’t until around middle school when you started to loathe him, maybe it was because he started to ignore you? You technically weren’t cool enough for him back then.
You remembered that he had tried to rekindle your relationship with you a couple times. But of course, you being the stubborn bitch that you are rejected him.
And you also tried to rekindle things, but of course, his stubborn ass rejected you right back.
Then the both of you kind of gave up…
You shook off the thought of Baekhyun before deciding to just stop being a lil bitch and go to the party.
It was hella loud.
And I mean hella loud.
The floor was basically vibrating from the bass of the music and you might have been mistaken but the walls were basically shaking.
you wore a short red silky dress and your naturally wavy hair was let down. You felt good and you looked good too.
As you walked through the crowds of people trying to find your best friend you saw Baekhyun and his group of friends at the back of the room, drinking and laughing loudly.
Everyone looked like they were having the time of their lives, and it would be a lie if you said that the energy of the room wasn’t affecting you.
You decided to give up looking for Yuju and that the dance floor is where you should be.
As the song played and peoples bodies were moving to the beat you started swaying your hips to the rhythm not really paying attention to the people around you.
The dance floor started filling up with people as the beat of the music slowed down, it was that time of the night.
Random hands had found their way to your hips; as your body rolled you felt their body pressed against yours. Usually, this is where you would slap whoever was invading your space away.
But tonight, you wanted to have some fun.
You felt his member harden against your ass as friction was being created between the two of you.
“what the fuck do you think your doing”
You looked forward to seeing Baekhyun standing in front of you; his arms were crossed and his eyes were narrowed. Instead of the glare being directed towards you, he was glaring at the horny boy behind you.
You rolled your eyes before removing yourself from your dance partner; the mood had just been killed.
Baekhyuns eyes remained on the stranger as he sighed and walked off to find some other girl who was the same level of horny he was.
“whats your problem?” you asked angrily as he stalked closer towards you.
He said nothing. Before you could scream at him in annoyance he grabbed your wrist harshly before swerving on his heels and dragging you away from the party.
You struggled against his grip as he pushed you into the bedroom next to the main one.
“what the fuck do you want! If you’re so mad, ill just leave?!” you shouted as you tried to push past him. He pushed you roughly making you fall back onto the floor.
As you let out a pained groan he swiftly locked the door before taking a deep breath in, his back was turned towards you.
“Why do you always do this to me” he breathed out softly as you stood up from your previous position.
“what the fuck are you talking about” you muttered as you rubbed your probably bruised ass.
“you always glare at me, always give me attitude, always reject me. And It drives me insane” he whined as he turned around to you. Instead of the anger, you saw in his eyes before; they were filled with desperation.
“All I’ve ever wanted was you Y/N, but every time you just keep pushing me away” he growled as hunger dripped from his voice.
You took slow steps back as he walked towards you. He wanted you, he wanted you so bad and it was written all over his face.
And judging by the way his voice was making your body react; you wanted him too.
As your back hit the wall Baekhyun placed his hands on either side of your body as his eyes were fixated to your lips.
“But tonight, you’re mine” he whispered. His lips flew to yours like magnets.
You grabbed his shirt as his tongue skillfully entered your mouth, his hand trailed up your thigh as you opened your legs a little, letting him press his body closer to yours.
You pushed him backward lightly, leading him in the direction of the bed.
As he fell backward you eyed the hard boner that was begging for your attention.
You straddled him quickly as he tried to pull of your dress; you slapped his hands away before smirking down at him.
“Patience baek” you said before sending him a wink. He groaned impatiently before you slowly started to grind against him.
The friction caused by his jeans caused soft moans to escape your lips as the thinnest of your underwear let your core take the majority of it.
Baekhyun groaned repeatedly as he clutched your hips tightly, he tried to make you go fast but you continued at your pace.
“Y/N- baby, please go faster” he moaned as his face twisted with agony, the pace was killing him and that’s exactly what you wanted.
You had Baekhyun in the palm of your hand.
You decided to comply and picked up the pace of your grinding. Both you and baekhyuns moaned started getting louder and more frequent as the pressure of the grinding had also been increased.
As your stomach started to bubble you decided that now was the perfect time.
You stood up off Baekhyun leaving him confused to the sudden loss of contact.
“What happened?! Why’d you stop!?” he whined clearly upset that you stopped grinding which means he probably wouldn’t be able to actually have sex with you.
“What? You think you can just treat me like shit and then suddenly confess you don’t hate me and id fuck you?” you asked calmly as you fixed up your hair.
Baekhyun looked at a loss for words as he stared at you in shock.
“B-but it was the truth” he muttered softly.
“I know, and I’m willing to work on this, but it won’t be that easy” you shrugged as you collected yourself hormone wise.
“You liked it” he said as he stood up and started fixing himself up too.
“maybe, but I don’t like bacon” you said before patting his chest and walking out of the room.
You couldn’t help the smile that covered your face, you didn’t really know where your relationship with Baekhyun would go but you knew it’d be an exciting journey.
(A/N sorry if it was bad! I got a little lost with where I was taking this one, but anywho I hope you enjoyed a little bit of it :) )
Your fingers dug lightly into the back of Oh Sehun as you gave him a massage. His eyes were glued to the TV while he ate. He was a hard working man and you his loving wife. Groans left Sehun’s mouth as you found a tense spot. “You take such good care of me” he moaned out as you chuckle. “I will do anything for you” you tell him as he smiles “I know” he whispers. “You know what will make this massage better?” he says with a smirk. “What?” you ask as your tickle his back. “I get you one of those short silky kimonos” he said as you chuckle. “But you’d be wanting me to massage a lot more than your back then” “well it’d be just one area” he hints as he turns to you. He pressed his lips against yours.
“Sehun-oh sorry” Sehun sighs as he pulls back to see Baekhyun standing there awkwardly. “What?” Sehun asks regretting giving Baekhyun a key to your apartment “the boss needs us” he said as Sehun pressed a kiss against your lips again. “I’ll be back at some point baby” he whispers as he got up. He gave you his plate as he left the room.
“What do you think?” you asked your friend and wife of Minseok another one of mobs members, Hyeran. “Is this what Sehun wants?” she asks a she looked at the kimono. “Its Sehun. You know him” you say as she nods. “Minseok wants handcuffs now” she tells you giggle. “What kind?” you tease as you take the kimono to the counter. “The fuzzy ones” she tells as she watches you pay. “I could use some massage oils if you want help picking something out” you say as she nods.
It was nearly two days before Sehun texted you back and soon enough he was coming home to see you.
The door opened as you smiled in the dim lited living room. Sehun entered the room and you posed in the little silk kimono. He gave a tired smile “ah princess. I would take my clothes off right now for you but-” he started as he came closer into view and you saw the blood spattered clothing that covered him. You pouted “did you get what you needed?” you asked him as he winked as he headed to the bathroom “when I’m out. That special massage better still be on the table” he hints as you give him a flirty smile. “Anything for you” you tell him as he sighs. “Babe” you call put as he stops turning to you. “Only wear a towel out” you tell him as he smiles. “Of course” he says as he heads into the bathroom.
A long, hot bath is all (Y/N) could think of as she drove home from a hunt. Her clothes were tattered and torn, and she was covered from head to toe in blood. The night was still young and (Y/N) decided that she was going to have a glass of wine while she bathed.
She was only five minutes away from her house when her car broke down. “Balls!” (Y/N) shouted as she slammed her fist on the steering wheel. “Why now?”
Leaning back in the driver’s seat, she closed her eyes. A few seconds passed before (Y/N) opened them again. When she did she felt like she wasn’t alone anymore. “Having car trouble, darling?” A smooth Scottish accent kissed her ears.
“Damn it, Crowley!” (Y/N) yelled as she regained her composure. “You almost gave me a heart attack.”
Crowley caressed her cheek. “No fear, love. I would have revived you.”
(Y/N) shot him a warning glare. “I would rather stay dead.” She teased.
“Darling, I’m hurt.” Crowley whined furrowing his brow.
“You could have gave me a warning before you popped in. What are you doing here anyway?” (Y/N) asked, unbuckling her seat belt and getting out of the vehicle.
Crowley followed. “I couldn’t leave a damsel in distress.”
(Y/N) groaned as she examined the engine. “If you really want to help me go fetch Dean.”
“Monkey…” Crowley griped. “Let me help you.”
(Y/N) sighed and closed the hood of her car. “What could you possibly do?”
A sly smile appeared on the demon’s face. “Darling, I’m the King of Hell. I can do anything.” With a swift snap of his fingers, Crowley transported them to (Y/N)’s driveway.
“Is it fixed?” She asked.
“I’m not Harry Potter, love. I can’t do magic.” Crowley put his arm around (Y/N) and started walking her to her door.
“But you just said—”
“I know what I said, Darling. Now go on inside and I’ll fetch Squirrel in the morning.”
(Y/N) rolled her eyes at Crowley and unlocked the door to her house.
“Can I—?” He was cut off by a door being shut in his face. Crowley stood on her porch for a few minutes hoping (Y/N) would let him in. Eventually, he poofed off to Lucifer knows where.
In the bathroom, (Y/N) undressed and ran her bath water. She was grateful that Crowley had healed her with his demon mojo or her bath wouldn’t be so pleasant.
(Y/N) climbed into the tub and laid her head back onto a towel. The aroma of her lemongrass scented bubble bath filled the room. Soon enough (Y/N) was tranquil and all of the stress of the days hunt swiftly melted away.
“Ello’ love.” Crowley greeted from the doorway.
“Oh my God!” (Y/N) screeched, trying to cover her exposed body with bubbles.
“Fraid’ not, try again.”
“Jesus Christ!” She yelled once more.
“Try King of Hell. Darling, are you feeling okay?” Crowley sat on the edge of the bathtub and placed his hand on (Y/N)’s forehead.
“Crowley, I’m okay. You just scared me.” (Y/N) responded, swatting Crowley’s hand away.
He handed her a glass of Champagne. “It’s not wine, but I think you’ll like it just as much.”
She grabbed the glass and downed it in one drink. “Thank you.”
“Monkey, are you sure you’re alright?” Crowley asked with concern laced over his weathered features.
(Y/N) sunk lower into the water and closed her (e/c) eyes. “I’m just tired is all. I haven’t had a minute to relax in forever.”
Crowley stood up and walked over to the linen closet. He pulled out a fresh white towel and held it up. “C’mon love, I’ll help you relax.”
(Y/N) raised a thin, feminine brow. “I’m not letting you see me naked.”
Crowley gave her an ‘Oh really?’ sort of look before making the water in the bathtub disappear.
“You son of bitch!” (Y/N) cursed as she stood up and yanked the towel from his hands.
Crowley tried his hardest to hold in his laughter but he was failing miserably. “Oi! That’s my mother you’re talking about.”
On cue, (Y/N) stormed out of the bathroom and sat on her bed. “What the hell was that Crowley?” Her face was as red as a cherry tomato.
“I just want you to relax.”
She scoffed. “You can make my bath water disappear but you can’t fix my car?”
Crowley turned around while he tried to think of something to say that wasn’t going to piss (Y/N) off. “I wanted us to have some alone time.”
“Alone time? Do you see what happens when we’re alone?”
“Monkey, you’re over reacting.”
(Y/N) stood up and walked into her dressing room. “I’m getting changed. DO NOT come in here!” She warned.
She came out a short time later wearing a pair of silky shorts and a white tank top.
“Darling, if you don’t mind me saying. You look absolutely gorgeous.”
(Y/N) smiled and reclaimed her seat on her bed. “Thanks.”
Crowley sat down beside her and started to rub her shoulders. “Please let me help you relax.”
“Fine, but no funny business or I tell Dean.”
Crowley agreed and continued rubbing her shoulders, then her back. Before he knew it, (Y/N) was fast asleep.
“Poor thing, she hasn’t slept in days.” Crowley kissed her on the forehead and covered her with a blanket. “I’ll check on you tomorrow, love.”
Nascent is a short film (only 6 minutes) that beautifully depicts two children who live in the Central African Republic, one of them a Muslim and the other a Christian. Suspended by rippling slow-motion and laced with beautiful textures, warm colours and silky cinematography, this short reveals a conflict that I knew nothing of: a civil war that, to this day and has since 2013, rages between Muslim Sélékas and Christian Anti-balakas. These are two groups are made up of both rebel militia and terrorists and their conflict over the rule of the Central African Republic has displaced up to 400,000 people like the children in this short.
Not so much a documentary, not even heavily political, Nascent is a powerful gesture of hope and, from innocence, a plea for peace that would serve the country like fresh water, uniting its separated factions under a joint need to simply live. Certainly worth the watch, why not give Nascent a go…