#they are seriously eye F*cking ..

[mobiused]

[heguanshan]

Momo: Damn.. I don’t need you to feed me..

Also Momo: *eats while blushing*

Our tsundere and blushing Momo 😔🙌💕

[whimsyfinny]

Sexy F*cking Nerd

Dean Winchester x F!Reader

Summary: When Dean discovers a little secret of (Y/n)'s during a case research session he can't help but let temptation get the best of him.

Warnings: Language, Smut, Fingering, PinV, Oral (M receiving), slight angst if you squint, Dean having a glasses kink (not really a warning but not everyone wears them hahaha lucky bastards)

MDNI! 18+

Word Count: 5688

A/N: It's taken a little while but here is the second competition winner from a few weeks back, the prompt provided by the wonderful @foxyjwls007 - I hope you like it!

The motel room was stuffy to say the least - that usual aroma of stale cigarettes and cheap air freshener lingering around us. There was a dripping sound coming from God knows where and the AC hummed in between the concerning clinking from deep within the vents. It was crap. So crap. But it was home for a few nights; just like all the motel rooms that came before. Dean stepped past me and over the threshold, immediately slinging his duffle and jacket onto his chosen bed. He stretched his arms above his head, the grey Henley clutching his muscular abdomen and rising enough to flaunt what lay beneath. I sighed, following him in and slumping onto the bed beside his - the musty stench from the sheets enveloping me.

“Well…” Dean started, pulling Sam's laptop out of his bag and placing it on the small table by the window.

“Well…?” My voice echoed as I focused on the ceiling fan that spun off centre.

“...This is… nice?” His statement was more of a question as he looked around with raised eyebrows. I propped myself up on my elbows, flashing him a look of speculation.

“Seriously?” A moment passed before he huffed a long-held breath and slapped his large palms on his thighs.

“No of course not, this place sucks more dick than a hooker on payday.”

“You got that right,” I flopped back down onto the bed, a small dust cloud erupting under my weight. I closed my eyes and listened as Dean pulled a chair out from under the table, slumping down into it. Then there was the familiar click of the laptop opening followed by the sound of stuttered not-quite-touch-typing, presumably he was starting work on the case that we’d come here to investigate. The tap tap tap of whatever was leaking began to drill into my brain, my patience already wearing thin with the rooms dire ambiance. I pulled myself up to sitting, criss-crossing my legs on the bed and brushing whatever that dust from the bedding was off my sweater sleeves.

“When's Sam back?” I asked, watching as Dean searched the keyboard in front of him for some long lost letter.

“Uuuh, I'm not sure. He said to work this case without him.”

“Ugghhh, I bet he's having way more fun than us right now, it's not fair,” I plopped my chin into my palm and stared past the older Winchester out the window, almost willing Sam to appear and walk in like any other day.

“It's just some dumb wedding, I doubt he's having that much fun.”

I scoffed before I could stop myself, Dean breaking eye contact with the screen to throw me a raised eyebrow.

“Look,” I collected myself, “you didn't know Sam in college. He won't admit it but he was popular. Really popular. Not the total nerd you think he is. He's absolutely having fun with these people.”

“Yeah right. So who's at this wedding anyway? Why was it so important that he just had to be there?”

I rolled my eyes, knowing full well Sam had already told him all the details. Typical Dean.

“It's for a couple of friends who he and Jess were close with back then. Pretty sure the bride was prom queen in highschool or something and the groom was a trust fund jock. Either way, not my crowd,” I sighed slightly, memories from my college days flooding my mind.

Deans eyebrows twitched into a small frown, his thoughts seeming to cloud his vision for a second before he reluctantly dismissed them. I looked down into my lap for a moment, reminiscing how I always kept my distance from Sam whilst at Stanford, but he had always been that boy that would make my heart flutter when he spoke up in class or when I'd see him on the quad with his friends. I remember seeing him with his nose in a book once at my usual desk in the library, my cheeks burning when he caught me staring. Who would've thought several years down the line I'd be sat in a bottom-rung motel room with his obscenely good looking older brother researching monster lore. At least we would be researching monster lore, if it wasn't for the small growl my empty stomach had gurgled out. I couldn't stop the small pulse of embarrassment burning into my cheeks as Dean eyed me with a grin.

“Wanna get some lunch?” He asked, standing up like he already knew my answer.

“Fuck yes. I'm feeling burgers,” I shuffled to the edge of the bed and stood up, watching as Dean shrugged on his leather jacket and headed to the door, holding it open for me.

“Now you're speaking my language.”

*

The diner was almost as sad and withered as the motel room, however the food was nothing short of spectacular. I watched in awe as Dean polished off his second burger, a small glob of sauce sticking to his stubble and threatening to drip off his chin. He must've felt me watching in wonder - or perhaps disgust - as when he looked up from his plate he shot me a questioning glance.

“What?” His tone was a little defensive through the mouthful of fries he'd just shovelled in. I took a second before asking, half-genuine:

“Where do you put all of that?”

“Put what?”

“The food - where does it go? Do you have hollow legs? Two stomachs? Does it just evaporate as soon as you swallow it?”

He grinned, wiping the sauce from his face with a napkin.

“Goes straight to the abs baby. It's muscle fuel,” he leant back in his chair, stretching a little before patting his stomach to punctuate his statement. I simply rolled my eyes.

“Yeah right, you're not that muscly Dean.”

“How would you know? You've never seen me with my shirt off.”

“I know, and I plan to keep it that way.”

He feigned a pout before returning to his fries. We ate in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, my mind absently going back to all the lore we should be trying to gather. I gripped my milkshake that had so generously been served in a thin paper cup, attempting to suck the practically solid beverage up the equally thin paper straw. Finding the nearest library would be the next task on our to-do list, despite the protesting I know I'll get from Dean.

“Hey, (Y/n)?” My train of thought was derailed at the sound of my name. The slurping of over-thickened milkshake from myself ceased.

“What's up?”

“What were you like in college?”

I eyed him with caution, wondering what part of his brain was in control right now.

“What do you wanna know?”

Catching the wariness to divulge him to such information, he smiled slightly, shrugging his shoulders.

“I'm not asking to be weird, I just-” he paused, choosing his next words tactfully, “the way you described Sam as being a totally different person - some hot-shot with the perfect grades, popular friends and a girlfriend like Jess - it just got me thinking. How would Sam have described you?”

I almost spat my dairy-goop back into the straw, my brain freezing.

“Dean,” I started before planning what I was going to say, placing my cup on the table. “Sam wouldn't be able to describe me.”

My words brought a small smirk to his lips.

“You were that hot, huh?”

“What the fuck- no- I wasn't- he didn't- Sam never- ” I stopped myself before I had an aneurysm and took a deep breath.

“I was in a totally different crowd to Sam. He was always surrounded by people and, well, I barely even had a crowd.”

“Lone wolf?”

“Bingo. But definitely not the cool, collected, stoic type. Think more, invisible to the public eye, always carrying books, and borderline selective mute because of how shy I was.”

“Oh… what changed?,” Deans tone changed entirely, genuine intrigue seeming to take the wheel. I couldn't help but laugh slightly, remembering my method to forcing myself out of my bubble.

“The only job I could get was in a bar. No one else wanted the hours and I desperately needed cash. I didn't really have a choice after that,” I paused, remembering how terrified I was on my first day and grinned slightly, grateful for the extra confidence I had now because I took that leap.

“Hey, what sort of crowd do you think I would've been in?”

I snorted, looking up into his expectant eyes - almost captivated by the glistening greens.

“What am I? A BuzzFeed quiz? I have no idea Dean, you're too much of a wildcard to predict. You probably would've fit in with anyone and everyone.”

“Even you?”

For reasons unbeknownst to even myself, my breath caught in my throat. The sudden soft sincerity of his voice contradicting his usual temperament, my heart starting to flutter in my chest. If the college version of myself had met Dean back then I just know I would have been enthralled at first glance.

“I don't think you would've noticed me. You would've been surrounded by every tall, thin blonde and brunette with perfect tits. Trust me, you would've been distracted,” I smiled an almost sad smile at the thought of him simply being on university grounds and having the time of his life - knowing it was something that he was never going to get the chance to experience in this upside down life of his. Of ours. He tapped his fingers on the table for a second, likely lost in some ludicrous thought I don't think I'd want to be privy to. I attempted another slurp of my milkshake when the paper straw gave out and flopped in half, the need to leave conversation and the diner suddenly looming over me.

“Come on, let's get to the library before it closes,” I stood and pulled my oversized sweater down so it covered my ass before reaching for my backpack. Just as my fingers touched the worn fabric of the strap it was torn away, my head snapping up to Dean who flung it over one shoulder with his signature grin on his face.

“Lead the way nerd.”

I couldn't help but beam at his playfulness. I hated the fact that he made it so easy to adore him. Hated that he completely overlooked how I was his total opposite in almost every way. How when we were talking, his eyes never left mine - how he was genuinely interested in what I was like in the past. And how, when I had his attention, he didn't even notice that the hot waitress had written her number on a napkin and left it next to him.

*

The trip to the library was about as eventful as it sounded. After checking out multiple books on cursed items, local lore and popular antiques from the seventies, we loaded ourselves back into the impala, made an all-important beer run before heading back to the motel.

The small table by the window was now totally smothered by a blanket of books, maps and empty beer bottles. Deans chin rested in his palms as he stared blankly at the screen in front of him, and I must've read the last sentence of the paragraph laid before me a dozen times without it even sinking in. The obnoxious dripping and humming of ancient appliances was starting to make me feel restless.

“It has to be the boots,” Dean groaned, draining the last of his beer.

“Either the boots or the disco ball. But my money is on boots as well,” I sighed, pushing the book away from me and standing slowly, gathering the quickly accumulating litter now scattered around us.

“I'm gonna make some coffee, my brain is fried over how fucking ridiculous this case is,” I ditched the trash in the bin before filling the coffee machine, listening to it whir to life whilst I headed to my bed. I could feel Deans gaze on my back as I rummaged around my bag in search of a specific item.

“What are you looking fo-” he'd started to ask the question but his voice died in his throat when I turned around. I quickly pushed my newly adorned glasses up the bridge of my nose, already feeling the oversized frame start to slip down as I tried not to make a big deal over them.

“What?” My tone was a fraction off aggressive when I realised he was staring. He seemed to snap out of his daze, quickly rubbing the back of his neck and turning back to the laptop screen. He cleared his throat

“I uh, I didn't know you wore glasses,” I could tell from the slight tremble in his voice that his mind was reeling.

“Is there a problem with that?”

“No! I mean, no, absolutely not. They look good. The glasses, I mean. The glasses look good. Not on their own, obviously. On your face. They look good on your face. You have a great fa-”

“Dean?”

“Yeah?”

“Shut up.”

“Sorry.”

I grabbed a mug from the cupboard and set it on the counter, filling it to the brim with caffeinated goodness. I couldn't stop the grin spreading across my lips at Deans fumbling, almost finding the whole ordeal a little charming. I sat back down at the table and pulled the books back towards me, also grabbing my pen and tattered notebook.

“The guests at the club mentioned hearing footsteps - so it has to be the boots, right? A disco ball wouldn't make that sound…” my voice trailed off when I realised that, even though Dean was looking at me, he wasn't listening to a word I was saying.

“Earth to Dean?”

He flinched slightly at his name, but felt no shame delving in with a completely off-topic question.

“So how long have you worn glasses?”

“I’ve always worn them,” I slid back into my chair at the table opposite him, not sure whether to laugh at the shocked expression on his face or whether to be concerned about his observation skills.

“What?! No way, I would’ve noticed,” He opened another beer and took a sip before tracing the opening to the bottle over his bottom lip.

“ I only wear them for concentration work, and I have emergency contact lenses if I know I’m going to be around a lot of people as I don’t particularly like how they look.”

Dean made a small disagreeable expression before averting his gaze from mine back to the laptop, taking another swig of his beer. I placed my coffee mug down and settled back into the book I was reading before, and after a few moments I could feel my skin begin to prickle - as though I could feel a pair of eyes on me. I glanced up, my breath immediately catching in my throat. Deans eyes found mine, burning with an intensity that made my heart hammer in my chest. I didn’t want to look away, but under his gaze I felt like I’d been stripped bare, unable to hide my insecurities from an eye that seemed to scorch through to my very core.

“Dean-”

“(Y/n), you should really have more confidence in yourself; I think the glasses look cute as fuck. You should wear them more,” a fierce blush erupted across my face when he spoke, his assured tone leaving no room for disagreement. I tried desperately not to let on that his words held any sort of impact over my decisions so I looked down, away from his scrutiny and simply said:

“Maybe I will.”

He hummed in approval, finally looking elsewhere and I couldn’t stop myself from breathing a sigh of relief when the pressure of his stare was averted.

The evening dragged on and an hour and a half had passed since his loaded comment. I was on the third book we’d checked out of the library, now trying desperately to find the curse that would cause a pair of 1970s glam rock boots to dance for eternity and haunt anyone who tried to wear them. This case was absurd, and I could feel myself growing restless with the small amount of progress we’d made. I huffed out a sigh and leant back in my chair, the faux leather and rusted metal creaking under my weight. Pulling the hair bobble from around my wrist I scooped my hair into a bundle on the top of my head, securing it in place; the sensation of air on my neck seemed to clear some of the fog from my brain. The messy bun was comfortably enough that I could forget it was there, and I allowed myself a stretch before leaning back over the table, grasping my pen. As I began to read the next segment, I absently traced the end of the pen over my bottom lip, running it back and forth a few times before gently nibbling on the end. I heard the shuffling of Dean moving in his seat and a ragged clearing of his throat before the sound of vigorous laptop keys clicking ensued. Without looking up at him I continued reading, the pen still tapping my bottom lip, and when I neared the bottom of the paragraph, I slowly licked the pad of my index finger. My eyes never leaving the words, I turned the page swiftly with my dampened digit, the transition from one page to the next perfectly seamless. Another shuffle from the man opposite followed by a quiet groan filled the silence between us. Pen still between my teeth, I lifted only my eyes to glance at him and noted the dusting of pink across his cheeks and the furrow in his brow. Concluding that he’d had one too many beers I decided to ignore his persistent fidgeting, returning to my previous task on monotonous reading. Several sentences in and I’d almost forgotten Deans restlessness - that was until I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth, deep in thought, that I earned myself a throaty groan and an exasperated sigh. I looked up just in time to watch him wipe a large hand down his face, momentarily masking his pained expression.

“Can you not do that? I can’t concentrate when you do that.”

“Do what?” Upon asking my question I absently took the pen between my teeth again, quickly glancing down at the book to place a mental bookmark.

“That.”

“What?”

“That. That thing you do with our mouth, and the pen, and your tongue and your finger. Can you please stop before it kills me.”

The heat beneath my skin was immediate at his admission, knowing my small, absent-minded actions were playing on his mind and making it hard for him to think straight. I instinctively crossed my legs, a fluttering in my lower belly instantly dragging my mind back to the deprived things I’d imagined Dean doing to me in the depths of night. The places I’d imagined his hands travelling, the areas his lips would touch and the sensations his tongue could create. These were deeply, deeply personal fantasies, and right now as Dean looked at me with a restrained hunger, I felt like I was wearing these fantasies for the world to see. For Dean to see.

“It doesn’t help that you’ve been sat over there like a sexy fucking librarian all evening, but every time you do that anything with that mouth - shit, sweetheart you’re driving me insane.” His voice was gravelly as he looked at me with desperate eyes across the table. The overly rational part of my brain had shut down completely, and now the part of my mind that had spent hours conjuring vivid scenes of Dean Winchester ravishing me in my entirety had taken the charge. I stood slowly, taking a moment to reason with myself - unsuccessfully of course - before sinking to my knees in front of my chair. I could see Deans strong thighs were spread wide beneath the table so I crawled forwards, across the cold tiles and placed myself between his legs. Resting my palms softly on his thighs I made him flinch at the unexpected contact. He immediately scooted his chair back, allowing a gap for me to poke my head through - his hand instantly acting as a barrier between the edge of the table and my skull. I got comfortable and allowed myself a moment to gaze up at him, to take in the strained furrow in his brow and the parting of his lips. I observed the way his chest rose and fell in apprehensive breaths, and the way his free hand clenched into a fist on his thigh - like he was so desperate yet so scared to touch me.

“(Y/n)-”

“Dean,” I spoke softly, slowly running my hands up his thighs - delicate palms against rough denim, “you’re a smart boy - you know I wouldn’t do something I didn’t want to do. So please, don’t say I don’t have to do this.”

Dean released a shaky breath the moment my fingers unclasped his jeans. I tugged them down slightly with his help, just enough so I could dip my hand into his boxers and wrap my fingers around his half-hard length. The moment my skin touched his, his head lolled back and his eyes fluttered closed with a breathy moan on his lips.

“Fuck…”

I gently pulled him from his confines, coming face to face with the cock I’d literally dreamt of again and again. I took the scene in, committing to memory the sharp outline of his jaw and the way his long lashes rested on his lightly-freckled cheeks. The way that, every time he breathed in, I could see his defined muscle tone through the thin fabric of his shirt; and with every small caress that my fingers made against his length, it made his fingers twitch and teeth clench. I licked my lips before leaning in and took his tip into my mouth, not giving him a chance to finish sucking in air through his teeth before I plunged his entire length down my throat. 

“Oh FUCK.”

His hands flew to my hair, fingers gripping tight as they loosened strands from the messy bun, causing them to fall around my face. He’d lifted his head to look down at me, pupils blown as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. He looked nothing more than enthralled. Infatuated. Entranced. I moved my head up and down, up and down, again and again to a steady rhythm, pressing my tongue to the underside of his now rock-hard cock to trace every vein and nerve-ending.

“Shit, (Y/n), I didn’t know you could suck cock, like, at all… how’re you s’fuckin’ good…” his voice was breathless as he continued to grip my hair, his head flopping to the side as pleasure started to overcome his senses. I released him with a small ‘pop’, wrapping my fingers around him and smearing the warm mixture of saliva and precum from tip to base.

“Despite everything I told you earlier, Dean, I’m not a virgin - and this certainly isn’t my first rodeo,” my voice came out more sultry than I’d expected and I could feel Dean tremble beneath my palms.

“Fuck, I wish I’d known that sooner,” I chewed on my bottom lip, quickly becoming addicted to the way he writhed at my touch. The way he moaned and gripped my hair tighter when I sucked him back into my mouth was like pure ecstasy, my insides heating up and throbbing with an ache of familiar arousal. Like a thirst that could only be satisfied by him. By tasting him, feeling him on my tongue and drinking in every sound that passed his plush parted lips. The sensation of my glasses slipping down my nose as I sped up my ministrations had me reaching to push them back up, but not before Dean beat me to it. With the rough pad of his thumb he pushed on the plastic bridge, his palm and fingers pressed to my flushed cheek in the most tender, almost heart wrenching caress. I thought my heart might stop when he tilted my face up to his; lustful eyes burning into mine with a vehemence I’d never encountered. I stopped in my tracks, all actions ceased as the spell he’d somehow put me under wouldn’t let me look away. 

“If you keep going like that darlin’ this whole thing is gonna be over before you know it,” his voice was raspy, a rawness to it from the harsh breaths and ragged moans that had been pulled from his throat. He slowly pulled his cock from my spit-slick lips and grasped it loosely, giving himself a few lazy pumps whilst his other hand never left my face. He stared down at me, taking a few moments as though he was committing the sight of me, knelt between his knees with flushed cheeks and swollen lips to memory. Once it seemed that memory was locked away in the depths of his mind, he grasped me by the arm and pulled me effortlessly into his lap, his fingers almost bruising against my skin. Immediately I felt him, in his entirety, press against me with the heat and wetness seeping through my jeans and past my panties. This time when our eyes met, there was a mutual desperation; a need to consume each other and to feel every inch of his heated skin against mine. He pulled me frantically down to him and crashed his lips against mine. 

Some people describe their first kiss with someone like butterflies in their stomach, or fireworks exploding all around them. That wasn’t at all what this was like. Kissing Dean Winchester was different - it was wild and untamed - and describing this experience in such a mundane way would be like adding water to a top-shelf whiskey. Kissing Dean Winchester was like driving the impala at one thirty with the roar of the engine drowning out the rest of the world. It was like trying to ride a wild mustang without a saddle, or daring to stand on the highest peak on Earth with nothing to tie you down. It was exhilarating in the most dangerous way imaginable - and I was now officially a thrill seeker. 

The warm taste of the beer on his tongue and the masculine scent of old leather and cologne was pulling me under. Breathing no longer mattered as long as his mouth was on mine and his fingers were in my hair, now tugging the bobble out and throwing it to the floor. As my hair tumbled free he grabbed under my thighs and stood effortlessly, moving me from his lap to the edge of the table without his lips leaving mine. I winced slightly as the corners and several books and the laptop jabbed into my rear and I fumbled to move everything aside, failing when I refused to unlock our lips. Deans patience was non-existent and with one sweep of his strong arm everything tumbled to the floor - including the laptop. I threw the remaining books from underneath me down to join them, no longer caring for their wellbeing. Before I could pull Dean back in - to allow him to do whatever the fuck he wanted to do to me - he hastily pulled off my boots and tugged down my jeans, throwing every item to the growing pile of chaos beside us. I discarded my sweater and top, but before I let his fingers touch my bra I wanted nothing more than to return the favour. 

“I guess you can forget about that whole ‘never seeing me shirtless’ thing, huh?” he smirked through the sexual fog, not waiting for a reply as his lips hungrily found mine again, his own top falling to the floor. 

“Shut up Winchester. Now are you gonna fuck me or wh- OH FUCK-”

Two thick fingers crept under my panties and plunged into me with zero hesitation, curling up and stroking the sensual cushion deep within my core with skillful precision. 

“Oh yeah? You want me to fuck you?” Even with my face now buried in the crook of his neck, I could hear the smirk in his voice, the tormenting tone going straight to my brain.

“Y-yes- fuck- please,” my knees twitched either side of him, squeezing at his hips with every push of his fingers. I gripped his shoulders tight, nails indenting his skin as I leant back to look at him better. Seeing the beads of sweat on his chest and brow alongside the raw, carnal desire in his eyes could have undone me there and then. He frowned in disapproval when I moved to remove my glasses, the fingers that were just inside me now wrapped forcefully around my wrist.

“What d’ya think you’re doing?” straight away I knew his growling question left no room for negotiation.

“I was just-”

“The glasses stay on.”

“To the end?”

“‘Til I say you can take them off.”

I did as I was told, moving my hand to grip the soft strands on the back of his neck, softly dragging my nails over his scalp and drawing a shiver from his spine and a groan from his lungs. He pulled me against him, crushing his lips against mine one more time. He swiftly pulled away and I leant back on my hands, both of us taking a moment to drink each other in - to bask in lascivious glory. I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth and looked up at him through my lashes, the lenses of my glasses starting to fog around the edges. Another deep moan rumbled from his chest as his heated gaze stayed locked to mine.

“I can’t wait any longer now that you’ve looked at me like that. Fuck.”

With a large hand gripping the soft flesh of my thigh he pulled my underwear to one side and lined himself up, slowly sinking in. Blissful moans harmonised between us, the rawness of him stretching me was unlike anything I’d ever experienced and my quivering thighs wrapped around him, pushing him to the hilt. He secured his large hands on the soft flesh of my hips and held me in place as he slowly withdrew. I could feel him; feel every ridge and vein drag out and then in, out and in, over my most sensitive, intimate, area. The slick sounds of our intimacy  began to echo around the room as he picked up speed, strong thighs working at a feverish pace. With every thrust he pushed against that one spot that made my legs jerk and eyes water, my arms almost giving out underneath me as the table rattled beneath my weight. With the ferocity of his pounding and the heightened sensitivity he’d curated between my legs only moments before, we both knew that neither of us would last long. The sounds of his ragged breaths and throaty moans alone had me clenching around him already, and I know my constricting muscles already had his hips stuttering as I sucked him in with every thrust.

“Fuck (Y/n)- You’re so fuckin’ tight-”

I chewed on my bottom lip as his desperate eyes met mine.

“Oh yeah? Well I feel like you’re cock is in my fucking ribcage- oh fuck-”

He slipped one hand between us, his large palm resting on my lower belly as his thumb drew fast circles around my clit. The immediate contact on my bundle of nerves had my whole body quivering, the knot of an impending climax already starting to twist tighter and tighter in the depths of my core. The way that Dean fucked me into the motel room table was something that I would be able to feel deep in my soul for the rest of my life - my body and entire nervous system having never been worked in such a feral way before. Dean dropped forward and crushed my body into his - one large strong arm wrapped around my trembling body and kept me pressed against him as his head dropped to the crook of my neck. Soft lips pressed hot kisses against my shoulder, teeth gently nibbling the soft flesh as the coil wound and wound, the wave of orgasmic bliss rising higher and higher as my mind emptied, leaving behind only one thought.

Dean.

He was all consuming - all I could see, taste and smell. All I could feel. Oh God could I feel him; driving me to the brink of pure bliss as he frantically sped up - desperate to seek his own undoing as well as my own. One… two… three more fervid thrusts and the peak he’d helped me ascend to shattered around me as I practically screamed his name, the white-hot euphoria scorching my insides as I clamped like a vice around him. 

“Oh shit- (Y/n) I can’t- fuck-”

I grabbed the back of his head and pushed his mouth to mine as he came undone, spilling inside me as he worked through his own white-hot euphoria. 

The kiss we shared evolved from hot and needy to soft and wanting - the sensation of hot cum running down the inside of my thigh and cooling against my skin being the only thing to pull me away. Dean continued to lean over me for a moment, looking down at me with an expression that told me he had so much he wanted to say. Instead, he looked down at his release now starting to pool on the floor beneath us, then to the books and laptop that had been thrown across the floor before turning back to face me with the most devilish grin on his face.

“You know that this mess is all your fault, right?”

I scoffed.

“My fault? How is it my fault?”

“Because, sweetheart…” he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and pushed lightly on the plastic bridge sitting on my nose.

“You put on on those fucking glasses.”

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⇝ title: Like That ⇝ pairing: jungkook x f!reader  ⇝ genre: slight college au | house party au | smut ⇝ summary: Running into an awkward situation at a house party? Your first instinct is to hide. And because you have the worst luck, your hiding spot is already being occupied... by another awkward situation.  ⇝ rating: 18+  ⇝ word count: 1.7k  ⇝ warnings: unedited | strong language | rejection | a little tension | mentions alcohol but no one is drunk | consent because that’s hot | biting | scratching | bit of a strength kink | jealous/possessive!jk | soft dom!jk | praise | protected sex | dirty talk | eye contact | f*cking against the wall | restraints (wrist pinning) | teasing | big dick!jk because that’s the brand | ass grabbing | body shots?...idk what to call it but not exactly body shots | i think that’s all  ⇝ author’s note: See how late I am? This is why I’ve been absent. I have so much going on, when I have free time I just... yeah. Anyway, here it is as promised. I know it’s a mess lol.

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Shit.

You’ve always known your luck was shit, but running into your crush at a party was the last thing you thought would happen. Especially the day after you finally talked to him only to discover he has a girlfriend. You found out also that he’s an asshole who likes to lead people on until he feels like crushing their feelings.

You can’t see him right now. Not like this. 

Peach Cîroc staining your top, now soaked into your flesh… It’d be too embarrassing.

So, you hide. But the room you’ve chosen is already occupied.

“The fuck are you doing here?”

“Oh, shi–”

Someone’s in here, and their voice startles you. Your right palm lays flat on your chest, trying to settle your racing heart. You turn around expecting to give an apology and be on your way, but once again, shitty luck.

“Jungkook? Seriously?”

How can things go from bad to worse?

Let’s just say you’ve been… Well, you’ve been avoiding one guy so you can chase another. A couple of months ago, you went on a blind date with a guy, and he just so happens to be the person standing in front of you. Only one person enjoyed that date, and it damn sure wasn’t you.

You knew by the way your friends described him that he was too good to be true. On paper, Jungkook sounds amazing—brown eyes, healthy hair, smart, talented… hot. But no one talks about his competitiveness. The 8-year-olds at the trampoline park will never be the same.

Instead of attraction, you can only feel annoyance when it comes to his arrogance. You would rather take the walk of shame than be stuck in here… with him.

“I’m leaving.”

“No,” he interjects. “You’re hiding.”

Jungkook takes the remaining steps to close the space separating you two, and like a deer caught in headlights, you’re frozen.

“Is someone bothering you?”

“What?! No, I’m not.”

The beginning of a chuckle travels past his lips, openly mocking you. 

“You squeaked. You’re lying.” Jungkook tilts his head. “He’s out there, huh?”

Great. Everyone knows.

“Fuck off, Jungkook.”

This time he doesn’t even try to hide his amusement. His smirk just continues to grow as he stands toe to toe with you.

“Or I can do you one better,” he suggests.

Your eyebrows lift involuntarily as curiosity invades your thoughts. The thing about people who are full of themselves, they sure do talk a good game.

Tension appears to grow after his finger beckons you to come closer, his minty breath hitting your skin when he leans closer. The vibration from his words sends a tingle through your body. You suppose lack of sex will make the smallest things feel electrifying.

“...I can fuck you senseless right here against this door.”

“Oh, you’d like that, huh?”

Jungkook pulls away, taking the soothing scent of his Versace with him.

“I would,” he agrees. “And so would you if you ever gave me a chance.”

“You wouldn’t even know what to do with me.”

“You wanna bet on that?”

Silence dominates the dark bedroom as the stare-down begins. Neither of you wants to look away because that would mean defeat. That’s not an option when it comes to Jungkook.

“Scared you’ll want more, huh?”

“The lies you tell.”

Jungkook’s crooked smile never fades as he shakes his head. “I bet you’re a runner.”

“Shut up.”

In the morning, you’ll think back on this and be mad at yourself for allowing him to get you worked up.

But that’s tomorrow's problem.

“Why? Don’t want to hear the truth–”

“You get on my nerves.” You grab Jungkook’s shirt and even he’s surprised. You could care less about his taunting because this is how he behaves when he wants your attention, but that smirk has got to go. 

“I don’t care. Do something about that.”

Those glossy dark orbs hidden beneath his thick lashes focus directly on your lips. Your eyes explore his features, lingering on the tip of his tongue peeking out to bring moisture. He sucks his bottom lip between his teeth and slowly releases.

“Give me an excuse to pin you against this wall,” he whispers.

“Shut the fuck up.”

Kissing Jungkook was not in your plans tonight, but something comes over you, and you do just that. Your teeth click, and you grab at each other’s clothes as he guides you backward. When your back hits the door is when he finally comes to a stop, and his mint-tainted lips begin to venture lower. 

Jungkook grips your ass while he nips the skin of your neck, leaving traces of him along your feverish skin. Your hair entangled in his hair pulls him closer as if there is any more space left between you.

“Hold on,” he breathes. “I smell alcohol. You good?”

Thinking about earlier, you roll your eyes as you recall some frat guy bumping into you.

“Yeah, I’m okay. I just got here. Some guy made me spill my drink all over myself.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He grips your hair and tilts your head, granting him more access to your collarbone and cleavage, two areas he can’t seem to abandon. “Remind me to kick his ass before we leave.”

A shuddered gasp escapes your lips when Jungkook’s teeth attack your flesh. He scoops you off your feet in the same motion, pinning you against the door with his hips while he leaves your skin wet and bruised. You can feel his bulge when he pushes up your skirt.

“Jungkook,” you mewl, raking your nails down his biceps.

He removes his jacket so you can feel more of his warmth beneath your palms. You feel Jungkook’s hand slip between you so he can pull down his pants. In this position, it’s impossible to see what he’s working with, but you can tell by the pressure probing at your panties that you’re going to feel every inch of him.

“One sec,” he murmurs.

Jungkook reaches for his wallet and finds a condom instantly. He opens the package and rolls it effortlessly. He’s probably done it more times than you can count, but that’s none of your business. It’s your turn now.

You pull your panties out of the way, and the blunt tip of his dick begins teasing your entrance, testing the waters until he’s sure it’s okay for him to sink into your pussy.

He makes you look at him while his cock slips inside of you, wanting the image of your initial reaction in his memory. You try to give him something decent to remember, but the stretch is so overwhelming your eyes roll back.

Jungkook eventually buries his face in the crook of your neck, trying to muffle his own moans, but you hear how desperate he is to fuck you. With your permission, he makes small strokes until you both can overcome the sensitivity. 

“Pussy’s too good for you to be stressed over a piece of shit,” he murmurs into your bosom. He licks the sticky substance coating your breasts and moans. “...And you taste too good.”

He starts thrusting harder, and your bodies cause the door to rattle and shake. Your cries begin to fill the room, and Jungkook encourages them by filling your head with praises.

“You’re so hot and beautiful. You think that guy deserves to fuck you like this?”

He grabs your hands and pins them above you, supporting you with nothing but his slender but toned waist. You’re left in awe as he bounces you on his dick.

“Even if he deserved it. He couldn’t,” Jungkook adds. “He could never fuck you like this.”

“Jungkook!”

You sob his name as your muscles tighten, pressure building within you as you near your peak. His forehead presses against yours, and he looks into your eyes while he fucks you. 

“But I can do it. I can fuck you like this.”

“Please,” you rasp.

“Why should I?”

You knew he’d be a little asshole. Your pride does not compare to your pleasure, however. 

“I need to come,” you mutter.

“What was that?”

After gritting your teeth, you just allow the words to flow from your mouth.

“Please let me come!”

“Fuck. Okay, love.” His pace quickens, and your moans get louder, startling everyone outside the door. Sweat forms on Jungkook’s forehead as he puts in the work to make you reach your high. “Your moans are so fucking beautiful.”

His praise drives you over the edge, and your orgasm ripples through you without warning. Your body shudders as Jungkook guides you through an intense wave of pleasure before his thrust becomes wild and he spills his load into the condom.

“You owe me a second date,” he sighs as his dick slips out of you. Both of you groan. You from the emptiness, and he from the loss of warmth. ���You’re paying this time.”

“I swear you get on my nerves.”

“I still don’t care,” he laughs.

Jungkook keeps you in this position while he caresses your thighs. You’re enjoying the gentleness of his touch. So, you don’t even complain. It’s a peaceful moment, and all the concerns you had recently have been buried underneath your dickmatized state.

After some minutes go by, Jungkook finally speaks.

“I’m going to put you down now, okay?”

“Okay.”

When your feet touch the ground is when everything sets in. You bask in it all as you both rearrange your clothing. You try to avoid Jungkook’s gaze, but it wouldn’t be him if he didn’t demand your attention.

“So, two options.”

“I’m listening.”

“We can pretend it never happened, or…”

“Or what?”

Jungkook smirks.

“We can pretend it never happened and go back to my place for round two,” he suggests.

The thought has you smiling before you even realize it. 

You respond a bit shyly. “I like option two.”

“Oh, yeah?... Well, let’s go then.”

He grabs your hand, but you both pause before opening the door. There’s no way to explain this situation to anyone, and the second that door opens people will begin talking. You aren’t entirely sure how you feel about that.

As if he can read your mind, Jungkook speaks up.

“Come on. We’ll deal with it tomorrow.”

And you know… Maybe Jungkook does deserve a second date. 

No trampoline parks, though.

[koiiiji]

HELLO. Vinny pls with a gf thats clumsy asf and doesnt really care like uh, she can fall off her bike and get wounds and stand back up (with shaking knees) ignoring the pain. And real fucking energetic too like first thing she eats in the morning is candy which gets her riled up and always on the go, shes just real loud okay <33 have fun writing pls

f*cking energetic

tw ; swearing words, chaotic, Vinny is a bit of softie

author's note ; guys! don't forget to follow healthy eating habits, being all energetic with just one candy in the morning is cool, but your organism still need to take an energy from somewhere!! luv ya, thank you for request!!💋💌

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Vinny wiped the sweat from his forehead, his breathing steady despite the grueling training he’d just pushed through. you, on the other hand, were sprawled out on the grass, limbs splayed out like you’d just been hit by a truck. well, not exactly — your energy never truly disappeared, even after he took you on a night run.

“are you dead or just pretending?” Vinny asked, the slightest smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. he nudged your leg with his foot, but you didn’t even flinch, just groaned.

“i’m a ghost now, sorry. i can’t move. you’ll have to carry my body.”

he sighed, looking down at you with a mixture of mild amusement and something else. concern. not that he’d admit it out loud, but it was there, lingering. he crouched down, poking your cheek, watching as you lazily swatted him away.

“you know,” Vinny started, “i've been thinking. how the hell are you always this energetic, but don’t eat? your body shouldn’t even work at this point. like, do you run on sugar alone? is there a candy factory inside you somewhere?”

you cracked an eye open, squinting up at him through your exhaustion. “candy? no. it’s pure willpower,” you joked, sticking your tongue out for a second. “i’m built different.”

“built different, my ass,” Vinny muttered, running a hand through his hair. “you need to be studied. i should just tie you up and ship you to Juwon. maybe he’ll leave me alone if i offer you up as a peace offering.”

you snorted at the image of Juwon receiving you like some strange mail-order experiment. “he'd send me back with a 'return to sender' label.”

“yeah, probably,” Vinny grumbled, but his tone softened. his eyes flickered over you briefly before he shook his head, as if dismissing the thought. “but seriously, though. you don’t eat right. not enough, at least. i know you're all 'go, go, go,' but you can't survive off that alone.”

your teasing expression faltered for a moment as you noticed the shift in his tone. Vinny never talked about his mom much, but you knew — knew how her health had deteriorated because she neglected herself, pushing through until she couldn't anymore. he didn’t want to see you follow the same path, even if your situation was different.

“i do eat,” you mumbled, rolling over onto your stomach. “just… not always at the same time as you.”

he didn’t buy it. “right. that’s why i’m making sure you eat breakfast with me. every day.”

you groaned dramatically, dragging yourself up to sit cross-legged in front of him. “you're like a strict dad.”

“i’m nothing like a dad.” he flicked you on the forehead, causing you to yelp. “and anyway, i found a solution for all that extra energy of yours.”

you raised a brow, suspicious. “what kind of solution?”

Vinny’s lips quirked up into a smug grin. “you're training with me from now on”

your eyes widened. “w-wait, what? Vinny, i can’t keep up with you on your bike!!”

“too bad,” he said, standing up and stretching out his arms. “you said you had so much energy, right? well, show me.”

you sputtered, trying to come up with an excuse, but the words seemed to get tangled on your tongue. Vinny looked back at you, his expression all too satisfied with himself. he knew exactly what he was doing.

it was such a clear manipulation, but you still eat it.

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as the day went on, Vinny’s plan worked perfectly. he ran you ragged, pushing you to your limits until even you, with your boundless enthusiasm, were completely drained. by the time you collapsed onto the couch that evening, you were so tired that you didn’t even notice the slight smugness in Vinny’s expression.

he watched you for a moment, arms crossed as you drifted off into an exhausted slumber. you’d been so energetic earlier, bouncing off the walls and barely eating a thing, and now, after hours of keeping up with him on his bike, you were finally still.

Vinny leaned against the back of the couch, looking down at you. the soft rise and fall of your chest told him you were out cold, and he let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. the small bit of worry in his chest eased up just a little. at least for tonight.

and, sure enough, as if his plan had come full circle, the first thing you asked for when you woke up was food. Vinny tried to hide his satisfaction, but you saw the tiny glint of victory in his eyes as he handed you a plate.

“see?” he said, leaning against the kitchen counter. “your body still needs fuel, even if you’re running on sugar and chaos.”

you made a face but dug in anyway, too hungry to argue. Vinny watched, not saying much, but the look in his eyes was clear — mission accomplished. he win.

MASTERLIST

[waffledforbreakfast]

Too Many Beds - [Yandere!Reo x F!Reader]

Tw: Yandere, female reader, long hair, unestablished relationship, brief mentions of injury, suggestive (NO smut), swearing, cringe, etc.

[Bllk Oneshot Masterlist] [Bllk Headcannon Masterlist]

inspired by the reverse tropes

You sat on Reo’s bed, having been invited by the boy for a simple hangout to catch up since you missed class that day due to your leg injury.

“No wayyy seriously!?”

You looked at Reo with wide eyes and an excited smile as he told you about the fight that occurred early at school that morning

“Yea. There was blood everywheree, I think the girl got her nose broken… and she just got her nose job too!”

Reo laughed along with you, never losing focus on the happy glint in your eyes

It’s a shame you weren’t there to see it. Reo worked so hard to get the two to fight. So many hours he spent on call with the both of them, pressing lies and threats to get them both to snap at each other. He wished you could’ve seen it happen in front of your very eyes, his great masterpiece for the day. Would you be proud of him? Praise him? He wishes he could’ve found out. Oh well, there’s always next time.

“HA! Serves her right! She pushed me down the stairs yesterday!"

Reo nodded. He couldn’t agree more. The f[/]cking b[/]tch shouldn’t have even laid eyes on you. No one deserves that pleasure but him. And especially not someone like her. People who don’t acknowledge your grace don’t deserve to walk this earth.

But he also hated himself for not being there for you. He should’ve caught you in his arms, he should’ve never let you get injured. He'll kill the girl for doing something like that to you

Your phone rang; your mother was calling.

“Hm? Oh yea I’m doing good, having fun!”

Reo smiled. He was glad you were enjoying everything he so carefully set up. As you checked in with your mother, he also went through his own notifications, texting a few people.

“Ah, Reo, I think I should get going… It’s already 9pm after all”

WHAT. No- right now? Why? WHY? WHAT WAS HE DOING WRONG?

“Are you sure? It’s raining really badly outside…”

Reo glanced out the window. Rain droplets were flying at and crazy fast speed, loud ping-panging was heard both the roof (since you two were on the top floor) and the windows

“Was it always raining?”

Thank lord the assistants got the text in time. 

You tilted your head, covering your phone with your hand

“I uh- think so, we must’ve been to caught up in conversation lol…Actually- Why don’t you just stay the night? Tomorrows a weekend after all! Plus it wouldn’t be wise for you to go home this late. I just want you to be safe.”

You hesitated, before turning back to your phone, asking your mother if it’d be okay to stay over

“Honey, are you sure? Do you really trust this guy? Where are you going to sleep, do you have extra clothing, tooth brushes, towels, are you sure about this?”

Reo nodded frantically at you with a plastered smile

“We have multiple beds on this floor, a guest bathroom that comes with everything you’ll need, and extra clean clothes. I promise you’ll be safe with me.”

Reo spoke loudly, to make sure your mother picked up on what he said.

You relayed it to your mom, asking her again for permission. After a half minute, your face lit up and quickly threw out multiple thank-yous. You shot Reo a quick "👌" and he smiled as he put his hands together 

“Great! I’ll get everything setup then” 

He tried to keep his voice as stable as possible, but he felt like he was going to die from happiness.

Reo’s heart was beating out of his chest, he could feel his entire body pulse with excitement. You were staying the night, with him. Reo couldn’t stop smiling, he felt like rolling on the floor giggling with excitement, he was ready to die after this night for all he cared.

But he had to keep himself composed in front of you. He could freak out after you left.

“Do you need to shower? I can show you the way”

You nodded as you stood up, leaving your phone on his desk

“The guest bathroom is a bit far… My bathroom’s closer! Would you prefer that?” “Sure, I really don’t mind”

The guest bathroom was really only a room or two down from his.

Reo showed you the way, and grabbed a few of his T-shirts and shorts and handed them to you.

“Pick whatevers most comfortable with you! I hope you don’t mind wearing something that’s mine…” “It’s fine really. No need to be so uptight”

You smiled and waved it off

Reo nearly exploded. He burst into a smile as he tried to squash it down. You didn’t mind wearing something he wore. You didn’t mind. What if he gave you his hoodie? Would you wear that? Oh, he’d give you his skin if you so wanted.

As you showered, Reo headed back to his room. He sat down at the desk where your phone was. And with shaking hands, he picked up your phone and flipped it around in his hands.

You touch your phone everyday. We wished you’d touch him even once. Your fingertips tracing his jawline the same way they’d trace the edge of your phone. Poke his checks the same way you’d pressed the buttons. Decorate and dress him the same way you’d change your phone case and phone charm. Oh how he wished he could be around you as often as your phone was.

Hell, even throw him across the room the same way you do to it. Throw him on the bed like you do to your phone after a long day. Then check that it wasn’t cracked afterwards from the impact. Turn to him anytime you have a question like you would to your phone. Was it possible to be jealous of an inanimate object?

"Are you snooping through my phone?”

You playfully glared at Reo with an irritated smile

“No no no- See? I haven’t even bothered trying to unlock it!”

He showed you your phone, still on the black screen having not been turned on

“I just wanted to see your lock screen- I swear-”

Reo laughed, a tone of panic and desperation in his voice. Please believe him. He doesn’t know what he’d do if you didn’t trust him…

You looked at him skeptically, but let him off with a shrug.

“Do you have a hair dryer or anything?” “Oh yea! Let me help you”

Fuck, you looked amazing. the way you looked in his clothing, your hair dripping wet, leaving stains on his shirt. God he loved you

Reo reached under the bed and pulled it out, unwrapping the cord and plugging it in. He smiled and signaled for you to sit on the bed in front of you

He hummed contently, running his fingers through your hair as he held the hairdryer. 

"Your hair is beautiful. Would you ever consider doing a shampoo ad or something? You’d look amazing on the cover of a magazine” 

Ah, this caught you off guard- but you thanked him as you smiled to yourself at the complement 

“Think this is the best I can do… Is it okay?”

He turned the hair dryer off, and ruffled your hair lightly

You nodding, running your hands through your hair. Most of it was dry, but the tips were still a bit wet, though that wasn’t a problem.

“You said you have extra rooms?” “Oh… Yea, I guess so…”

Why don’t you stay in my room? What’s wrong with staying with me? I cleaned everything just for you, everything's hidden- THERE'S NOTHING WRONG WITH MY ROOM. STAY HERE. PLEASE.

“but they’re all supper small- I don’t think you’ll like them” “That’s alright, anything will work for the night” “Well- my bed’s bigger than all the other ones…" “Didn’t you say there were multiple guest rooms…?” “...But- I really don’t mind you staying in my bed…”

Shit. What was he going to say to get you to stay? He should’ve never said there were other rooms. What if he told you the other rooms had rat infestations- no, you’d be disgusted by him….

Bam!

The loudest strike of thunder sounded. It was so loud it was almost unnatural…

“You know what- nevermind. I think I’ll stay with you tonight…”

You laughed awkwardly, body shaking a bit from the sudden bang. You hated thunder.

Reo smiled he’d be sure to give the assistants a raise after tonight

He set everything up. Gave you a cute plushie and brought over extra blankets in case you got cold, a cup of water, and charged your phone. Whatever you wanted, really.

“You gonna come to bed yet? It’s almost 11….”

You yawned, rubbing your eyes half asleep 

Reo wished he could see this sight every night. He swore in that moment on his heart that he’d marry you

“Yup, just turning off the lights.”

He flicked a few switches and the room blacked out. A few moments after Reo joined you under the blankets

“Goodnight, Reo.” “Goodnigh, my love” “Mh?” “I said Goodnight, [Y/N].”

BONUS He may or may not have set a quiet alarm (to no wake you) so he could stare at your face for a few hours... and to preorder breakfast!

A/N: Played around with the formatting here... AND I STILL SUCK AT WRITING SO FORGIVE ME [SOBSOBSOB] anyway i love reo 💜

[redvexillum]

A/N: How long is this? I don't know, until my brain stop producing content for this story. This story is just really fun to write for me at the moment.

SUMMARY: You royally pissed someone off because you were receiving anonymous hate emails for the past fifteen years. How incredibly petty and...entertaining. At first, you decided to ignore them but as their hate comments got increasingly creative, the more you couldn't help but add oil to the burning, passionate flame of their hatred towards you.

Until one day, the mysterious anonymous hater (probably) accidentally revealed themselves to be the one and only TV demon, an Overlord and CEO of everything technological and modern.

WARNING/TAGS: f!reader, dual POV, enemies to f*ck buddies to something indescribable, Vox is a bratty sub, dom!reader, Vox takes a lot of L's but he secretly enjoys it, reader is sexually liberal and confident, Vox is bad with feelings, Vox is so f*cking hard for reader but refuse to acknowledge it, strong offensive language

<- PREV

“THAT DAMN BITC–” The rest of Vox’s words distorted, the bass in his voice reverberating beyond its normal capabilities, rendering his rage incoherent. His claws trembled, fighting the urge to crush his phone as he watched her latest VoxTube video.  

A groan echoed beside him. Val, his partner, stirred from his slumber, grumbling as his eyes squinted against the glow emanating from both Vox’s face and his cellphone. “Voxy, are you watching that bitch again?” Stretching his lithe arms, he yawned, the gleam from his singular golden tooth piercing the darkness of Vox’s bedroom.  

“How dare she!” Vox seethed, his eyes burning as he glared at her face, that damn smug grin on her red, hot lips. “Look at her!” He turned his cellphone screen toward Val, who tilted his head, squinting harder. 

“What am I looking at?” Val asked, leaning closer to the screen, his eyes narrowing in concentration. Vox had forgotten that Val had shit eyesight.  

It’s that damn VoxTuber, the one that–” Vox started, his ire heating his head, the faint beeps inside his skull warning him he was close to short-circuiting. His mind replayed her terrible reviews, each word a dagger that cut down his pride into ribbons. Her smug expression taunted him, a constant reminder of her audacity.   

The room felt suffocating, his rage palpable. “She thinks she can get away with this. She has no idea who she’s dealing with,” Vox growled, his voice a low rumble that shook with suppressed fury.  

“Oh, the bitch you’ve been obsessing over for the past, what is it now? Half a year now?” Val said, his tone not amused, as he reached for his pipe and put it close to Vox’s fingers.  

With practised motion, Vox produced sparks in his fingers to light the pipe for Val. “I’m not obsessing over her,” he hissed venomously, affronted that this bitch didn’t take his threat seriously from the email he had sent yesterday.  

“She called my show mid,” he continued, his brows furrowing down as he mimicked her awful voice, “and today, she released a review of my Cobra dildo and said it was so fucking bad, it might as well be considered a fucking war crime for anyone who uses it!” His voice raised, and his hands clenched into tight fists, attempting in vain to curb his rising fury.  

Val snorted, then took a long drag of his pipe, releasing pink smoke from his lips that billowed out and hit Vox’s face. With irritation, Vox waved his hand to disperse the smoke clouding his sight.  

“Well, isn't that why you stopped creating anything sex-related and left it to the professional that, you know,” Val wiggled his fingers, “know what they’re doing?” He took another drag of his pipe, the smoke curling between their naked figures, barely covered by the thin sheets.  

Narrowing his eyes, Vox’s head snapped over to his partner. “What do you mean by that? You said it was a great idea.” His teeth ground together, and again, he felt the heat rising and the sparks tingling at the back of his head. “You said it was innovative.” 

Although Vox had little care for the sex industry, he was the CEO of VoxTek and knew it was imperative to leave his mark – his footprint, so to speak – in every sector his corporation oversaw. When he showed the design for his first dildo to Val, Vox was praised for his ingenious design.  

Val paused mid-drag on his pipe, a wide grin spreading across his face. His fingers traced the contours of Vox’s neck before massaging his shoulder. “Voxy, the design was interesting, but not as practical as you imagined.” With a pitiful pat on Vox’s shoulder, Val shrugged nonchalantly. “Certainly made for a good tool to shove up some disrespectful whore’s ass, that’s for sure.” 

His partner’s comment only served to defend the bitch’s review of his dildo. “Fuck you,” Vox spat, whipping the cover off his body and swinging his legs out of the warmth of his bed into the cold.  

“Oh, come on, Voxy,” Val crooned, chuckling between his words, beyond amused by Vox’s irritation. “Why don’t I shoot her in the face a couple of times for you?” His eyes curved into sharp crescent moons; his sadistic glee evident as his eyes glowed red in the dark. “Maybe rip her cunt off and gift it to you?” 

Vox hated her.  

But as he heard Val’s suggestion, his eyes dropped back to the girl on his phone screen.

He hated her.  

The way her lips always seemed to be hiding a dirty secret, the way her eyes lit up with mischief, the way her voice seemed to chime with infectious energy – he hated everything about her.  

But the very idea of needing fucking Val to fight his battle – he hated that above all else. 

Slowly, he turned his head toward Val. He didn’t need a damn scandal on his hands. VoxTek had to maintain a perfect image. He would handle that damn bitch on his own. “Val,” Vox forced a smile, his eyes burning with unchecked rage sparking out from his skin, “don’t touch her,” his voice booming and distorted as if multiplied and overlapping.  

Val raised a brow before shrugging his shoulders. “Suit yourself, Voxy, just trying to help,” his voice light, almost sing-song, before taking another long drag from his pipe.  

With one last glare, Vox stormed out of the room, dressing angrily in his usual blue suit attire. He headed to his office to launch a full-on attack. If she wanted to shit-talk his brand and image, then two could play at that game.  

He entered his office, a lone platform surrounded by inky darkness where one accidental slip could easily lead to a plummet that would take days to restore his body. Sitting in his chair, he faced the numerous computer monitors, ready to take command.  

Before connecting the wires to the back of his head, he resumed the video. After all, it was important to know your enemy and information was key. It was certainly not because he couldn’t go a day without watching her latest video.  

“—honestly, I don’t even know how this got a five-star review! Can’t get anyone off, I tell ya!” Her laughter echoed in his office as she waved the Cobra dildo around.  

The product was a simple design: a dildo with a narrow-curved tip adorned with two red beady eyes. He thought it would be perfect to massage the erogenous zones in one’s ass or cunt, but clearly this bitch didn’t even know how to use a sex toy properly.  

Though he never tested the product himself, it was obvious that his product was perfect and always the best.  

In fact, she was probably a fucking virgin, pretending to be a slut for views. Besides, who would want to fuck her? 

Vox certainly wouldn’t.  

No siree.  

A lump formed in his throat as his eyes trailed down the long, slender expanse of her throat before pooling at her perky breasts, with a hint of cleavage visible beneath the white tube top she wore for today’s video.  

“Trust me, I was very thorough with using this,” she said, the tip of her pink, wet tongue peeking out from her lips as she slowly traced her lower lip from left to right. Vox’s eyes couldn’t look away from her tongue, and his mind automatically started to record the video, storing it in his internal hard drive.  

Her devilish lips turned upward into a dark smirk, a promise of exuberant pleasure to come for any lucky fool to be able to shove their coc– he quickly vanished the train of thought before it fully materialized into the forefront of his mind.  

“It was so well used, until it was dripping, guys,” she whispered into her microphone, and a shiver tingled down his spine as her voice seemed to rub and ruffle all the right circuits within him.  

He could feel the front of his pants getting tighter by the second. Her voice – her sinful, lustful voice – continued its low timbre. “I’m going to sell this on Hell Bay, used,” she said, before…she winked.  

That saucy, little, she-devil, winked!  

The rest of her video played, and it took every ounce of his self-control to will his traitorous, lower half to behave. He had just fucked Val – how the hell was he already ready and roaring to go again?  

Taking a deep breath, he dragged his hand down the flat screen of his face. He didn’t want to fuck her. He just had a very healthy libido. This and that were unrelated.  

“Focus,” he muttered to himself, shaking off the unwanted feelings. He couldn’t let her get to him. Not like this. With a deep breath, he connected the wires to the back of his head, his mind merging with the digital realm.  

First, he was going to send her a scathing email about how much of a fucking cock-licker she was.  

He hoped his words would make her cry.  

Then, he was going to start programming bots to spam her videos with comments about her being a shit VoxTuber. He’d review bomb all the products she was sponsored by.  

Opening a blank email, he began to type, each keystroke a release of his pent-up fury.  

Cackling, his claws clicked and clacked against the keyboard. He knew this bitch wasn’t going to last for long. He gave her three days, tops.  

Then he suppressed a snicker, amused by his own generous estimation. Three days was too much. 

He’d give her 24 hours, tops.  

As he continued to draft his email, he entered a bidding war for her used Cobra dildo on Hell Bay. It was pathetic how these poor hapless fools only had a couple of thousands of dollars to spare. He was going to bid so high that no one would dare to dream of ever outbidding him.

There was no way he was going to let anyone buy the dildo and desecrate his ingenious product, his prized possession, if he had anything to say about it.  

The first thing you did when you woke up was check your phone for any business emails or opportunities to expand your brand and image. As you turned on your phone, your eyes nearly bulged out as your email linked to your VoxTube account had over 100,000+ emails in the span of six hours.  

“What the fuck?” you mumbled, scrolling through the email subject lines and realizing they were notifications for comments on your video. God, why couldn’t VoxTek program their site to have a setting where you didn’t have to receive push notification for this crap? It was only clogging up your email.  

As you scanned through the email messages, you quickly realized that all the comments made on your video were all from a bot programmed to flame your comment section. It was easy to tell with how unoriginal and unimaginative the comments were, considering it were five different variations of saying that you sucked.  

Grinning, you couldn’t believe your luck. Whoever sent this virtual attack was a moron. Didn’t they realize that more engagement, regardless of the negativity, meant that the VoxTube algorithm would push your video to more potential viewers?  

A bubble of giggles burst forth as you deleted the emails with ease. Today was going to be a fantastic day, you just knew it in your bones. Plus, with the bots entering your comment section, it counted as a view. Your latest video reviewing the Cobra dildo shot up in views, gifting you with an immense boost of your view count compared to what you would’ve normally received.  

Among the spam and invitations to parties with other companies wanting to collaborate with you, you noticed another email from Anonymous666 in your personal inbox.  

You were no stranger to hate comments; they came with the territory of the industry you were involved in. Back when you started, specifically, back when you were alive, every hurtful word would send you spiralling into despair.  

But as you steadily climbed the ladder of fame and fortune, you learned to brush off the negativity. In fact, sometimes you found the passionate hate comments oddly charming – each one a unique expression of someone’s emotions, someone’s evidence that you lived in their head rent-free. For a while, it brought you great joy that you had such power over their minds.  

But eventually, even the most creative hate comments started to feel mundane and repetitive, leaving you in a cycle of apathy and boredom.  

You knew Anonymous666’s messages would likely fade into insignificance in your mind soon enough. For now, though, you have decided to indulge in the free entertainment. With a smirk, you clicked on their new email for today.  

Subject: Fuck you  You wouldn’t know a good sex toy if it fucked you in your fucking cunt, covered in your cream. I bet you’re a virgin slut, and you don’t know how to use a god-damn dildo.   Here’s the instruction for your dumb ass, peanut-sized brain:  You insert the fucking dildo in your cunt.   Your review of the dildo only shows how incredibly naive you are. You’re just spreading fake news. That dildo is fucking outstanding. It’s five stars. It would obviously be the bestseller if VoxTek didn’t release a new dildo biweekly.   Furthermore, what is wrong with you selling the dildo, used, no less, on Hell Bay? That’s disgusting. Depraved. And wrong. Who the hell would even buy that? I guess if you’re desperate for cash, someone might be generous enough to donate money to you. You might as well be a whore at that point – shaking your fucking ass and tits for money.   Moreover, you are not sexy. At all. You’re just trying much too hard.   In short, you are an attention-seeking whore.   Well, you definitely got my attention!   I’m going to make you regret shit talking the greatest company in all of Hell.   Fuck you.  

Your lips quivered, a mixture of amusement and disbelief contorting your expression. “Ah…” you managed to choke out before laughter erupted from deep within you for the second day in a row.  

Anonymous666 did not miss.  

You couldn’t help but wonder if this fervent hater was a die-hard VoxTek enthusiast. Maybe they weren’t a fan of yours after all, but rather they were hard up for that TV demon himself. It would explain why your videos critiquing VoxTek’s products attracted the most bot-generated comments.  

For a moment, you toyed with the idea of engaging with them, perhaps even coaxing out some insider information about the largest corporation in all of Hell. You lick their dick and give a pretty smile, and they tell you all the little secrets you needed to scam some of the honchos that wank themselves off for having a supposed tight security.  

Fuck, you missed that high.  

Your fingers hovered over the reply button, a mischievous glint in your eyes as you imagined the possibilities. Yet, after a brief pause, you sighed and pressed the delete button instead. 

You’d danced that dance before, and while you couldn’t entirely avoid the desire to become an influencer once again, you’d resolved to focus on a different goal in this new life.  

A simpler goal.  

A goal where you focused on accumulating as much wealth as possible and finding solace in the comforts of damnation for the rest of eternity.  

A notification chimed on your phone from Hell Bay, announcing that username ScreenDude69 had won the auction and purchased your used dildo for a staggering $750,000.  

Wow.  

Impressive.  

Excessive, but undeniably impressive.  

Maybe you should put up more used toys up for sale, considering you just hooked a hapless fool, and it aligned with your goal perfectly of earning as much money as possible. 

You had a feeling that if they bought one, they were sure to buy them all.  

NEXT ->

💠 MASTERLIST 💠

[newkatzkafe2023]

What If Male (Y/N) it's seriously and badly hurt in the battle but Male (Y/N) continue to fight the enemy.

"how wonder the Monkey king react$

No Because he finds one of his enemies Fighting you and you look like you Is went through hell and back And you're still on your feet and fighting back was at that moment the Monkey king Saw black.☠️☠️☠️☠️

(Lmk Wukong) Usually people see red but no he saw black. The audacity of this demon to go in attack his dearest husband. You look so sexy in your Savage predator Mind but he couldn't even enjoy it because you were so injured. That demon and yourself saw the old him the old sun Wukong. The last of the demons that attacked you. It was just you and your injuries looking a bit shocked. But you asked him if he was all right. He said he was never better once You heal up from your wounds he's gonna show you how much he loves you.

(HIB Wukong) He was also triggered by what he saw. You were injured beyond your usual Scuffles and you're still on your two feet fighting to protect yourself and home. Wukong Has never been so angry and his entire f*cking immortal life. He got so angry that he didn't even know He was transforming into his armor and the next thing You know Is that demon was no more. There was nothing left of your assailant But you did see your husband decked out of his armor he looked so cute but You have to calm him down before he levels the village. So you got his detention by saying that you can use some help with your Bandages That should keep him busy. And he's got a reason to touch your muscles

(NR Wukong) Oh heeeeeeelllllllllllllll No. He came home ready to grant you some loving after some rather sexy Text messages. Just to see some soon to be dead motherf*cker attacking his husband. The Nerve the audacity this guy clearly had a f*cking deathwish. You would continue to fight if it wasn't for Your husband strayed up murdering the demon out of pure unadulterated rage. You were ready to have to calm him down When he was done and that he stormed to you Just to shove his tongue down your Throat well then😳😳😳

(Mk Reborn Wukong) Oh that demon is dead, he is a dead motherf*cker, a dead man walking. You don't ever in your short life attack his husband for any g****** reason. Because that is the quickest way for him to lose. All control and recent granted knows you can take care and hold off your own. But he just can't help but see pitch black. When somebody has the audacity to go and hurt you the way you are now. So after giving that demon the worst not out to leaving the Earth. He was quietly cuddling up against your bruised up chest with blood on his hands. There's a good chance that he's also looking in your face. But it's not like you mind in the first place.

(Netflix Wukong) He becomes an absolute monster. Who the f*ck do you think you are? Who The f*ck are you to go anywhere near his husband? And how the f*ck are you to Have the sheer audacity to attack HIS KING?!?!?! Savagely attacks the demon who hurts you like that. And he didn't even give him a quick death. He took his sweet time torturing the hell out of the A**hole, who caused you so much pain when he wasn't even there to help or protect you. They're also may have been tears in his eyes because he couldn't help remember seeing all of those scratches and bruises on you, He was so sure that you were going to die And he lost control just thinking about it. After he's done, he quickly brings you home to patch up all of your bruises while kissing You promising that he will protect you with his life. I guess it's time for him to give you that immortality. Peach he once told you about.

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[nightingale2004]

OK, bridgerton people, I finished up the last season, and I have a LOT to say

First off, I think it's COMPLETELY UNREALISTIC that Daphne and Simon, along with their beautiful children, are not with the other Bridgertons soaking up all this drama and scandals that's been going on in ther family. SERIOUSLY WHAT HAPPENED?! was there a problem with the actors? Or something? Like what happened that made the actors and the children NOT MAKE AN APPEARANCE IN THE SEASON OF BRIDGERTON?!

Secondly, I also find it unrealistic that Anthony and Kate literally missed out ON PENELOPE'S LADY WHISTLEDOWN REVEAL?! LIKE, SERIOUSLY?! I get that Anthony wants to be with Kate and get to know her culture, but Anthony and his amazing Goddess wife Kate have missed out on the biggest reveal and scandal to hit their family! I so badly wanted to know what their reaction was going to be and their thoughts that Anthony's little brother is F*cking married to a gossip writer. Including Benedict.

I need to know! I can literally already imagine both Kate and Anthony reading the letter that Penelope is Whistedown and their reactions (to me) are hilarious 😂

Thirdly, I kind of wanted the secret identity of Lady Whistledown to be a secret a little while longer. Like maybe after Benedicts season. That's just my personal opinion. But I did want the queen to still find out and have Penelope and Charlotte have a private alliance. Penelope still gets to write under the approval of the queen as long as the queen looks at it first and maybe becomes the queens eyes and ears.

Lastly, I would like to acknowledge the haters here who don't like the change of gender of Michael Stirling, aka Michaela Stirling, and are fearing for their lives that Sophie Beckett will become Stephen Beckett.

Firstly, we are not the creators of this fantastic world. OK? The author is, Netflix is making this show into a reality, and those of us that actually like the show are actually OK and loving with how things are going especially the reveal that not just one but THREE bridgerton siblings ARE a part of LGBTQ+ community. Can we all just take a moment and not go backward to the "Annabeth shouldn't be black" incident. I know these two incidents don't relate because one has to do with race and the other has to do with gender but can the haters just stop. I believe the authors and creators of this AMAZING show know what they are doing, and the bridgertons along with Queen Charlotte are one of the few shows I like that haven't been canceled yet. So consider this a freaking win people.

If the creators want to change a few things, then let them change a few things, we are fans, and we have something called fanfics to which we read and write if there's something we don't like or can't live with when it comes to a fandom series. As long as the creators of the show keep giving us our daily dose of drama and do the bridgerton books justice than I for one am going to keep on watching and being invested in this fandom.

And haters one final message to you, if you don't like the shows, THEN STOP WATCHING THE SHOWS!!!!!!!

I have said my peace. And there is plenty more to come

[fatum679]

Alicent & Helaena

𝐒𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐝

I can't blame Alicent for what she did to Helaena, because she didn't know any other life.

Like mother, like daughter 💔

I know a lot of people think Otto is smiling because Helaena made a toast in public, but f*cking seriously? She literally screams for help, and he smiles and says "good"

Helaena has a scared face and panic in her eyes when asked about Aegon.

Alicent forcibly smiles through pain.

[yippeeometer]

Idk if these are considered rare pairs, but here are some of my fav rare pair ships :D

FlouiSconsin (FL/LA/WI)

FloYork

TexYork

Texas/Wyoming/Montana

*you don't have to answer any of these, please do not feel forced to :D*

gonna answer all of them try that on for size

FLOUISCONSIN:

u just know theyre the ones throwing the new years party and its literally insane. typa guys to craft a massive stone boulder so they can actually say the ball dropped on the new year. typa guys to be researching haunted things on ebay to make halloween parties realistic.

their nights out should be classed as an olympic sport. Yeah you may have won a gold medal for sprinting but 1000% 3 drunk guys being chased by a zoo animal they accidentally let escape are faster than you.

something tells me they'd be the scariest people to sit near. theyre always giggling. always watching. what can they possibly be talking about.

they own like 2 pairs of real shoes between all of them and then just various non matching crocs

since sconsin has to be soooo far from the other two they just constantly have him on facetime. all day. theyre joining in on midwest arguments they know nothing about. theyre tattling to the south as soon as any drama goes down.

FLOYORK:

they serve couple-that-isnt-divorced-but-should-be vibes. theyre SICKENING omg two of the most insane people youve ever met.

we dont play around enough w the true extent of flo's madness he'd probably fill york's room w rats bc he heard that he likes them and york, matching his freak perfectly, would find it romantic. everyone else looks on in horror.

flo turns up at northeast meetings like an in-law at family gatherings to watch the drama. he definitely has a twitter account called 'weird shit my husband's family has fought over'

two strange guys with strange passions for animals. theres a collection of gator-sized sweaters in their closet that york gives flo whenever they argue (frequently)

'youre a snowbird' 'youre a leaf peeper' have you considered youre insufferable.

TEXYORK:

i acc love this ship youre never alone when yippeeometer is at the shipyard

theyre gonna be a slow-burn but in the sense that york's natural way of speaking is in one-word sentences and texas (daddy issues galore) would instantly be freaked out. local northeast man now befuddled how his flirting is not being picked up on.

oh god theyre sooooo awkward around each other. southern hospitality vs 'i can f*cking do it myself' northeast. match made in hell. hate them. no one knows how to communicate but also its sooo not casual when he begged u to come down to his ranch so he could teach u horseback riding. was it casual when he stopped the whole 'more than a city' shtick bc he wanted to show ONLY u around.

abnormal behaviour galore.... daddy issues galore..... typa guys where theres two wolves inside them (must protect him) (ab to get soooo vulnerable around him)

TX/WY/MT

cowboys!

typa guys where their only way of flirting is through the medium of horses. this is my horse shes called angel. yeah she fast. want to ride my horse? no seriously you have to ride my horse. u can even wear my hat when u do it but its totally chill or whatever....

its actually not chill they all compete at rodeos against each other and they WILL make it ur problem when it ruins the relationship.

farmer men..... farmer men..... grrrrrr what a yeild of crops..... just got some cows...... u can see them if u want...... u can stay in my bed.....

montana would have such fun with mr. 'pay attention to me or i die' texas and mr. 'no one look at me or ill kill myself' wy. sat at the table trying to maintain eye contact constantly with one whilst completely ignoring the other to not make the whole relationship obvious (its the most obvious thing in the world.)

[qtti]

Seriously staring at the difference between this scenes in manga and anime right now. It made such an impact when seeing the manga version of this scene. Like, those eyes in the manga, you know he isn't f*cking around with Kurama's bs anymore, he is owning it, the whole ordeal with the demon inside him. Full on determination, self realization and confidence. The anime was robbed, Naruto absolutely has a lot roughness around his edges. He's so much more raw and wild than the anime depicts sometimes.

[anyamaris]

Writer's Guide to Summoning Demon(s)??

Second part to Writer's Guide to Summoning a Demon

Word Count-1600+

Summary-After accidentally summoning(?) a demon, you receive another uninvited guest and things get strange.

Trope-Supernatural Ateez AU romance/drabble?

Pairing-Writer!f!reader x Ateez AU members

Warnings-Vulgar language, inferences to sex, supernatural powers, shapeshifting, demons, hunting, more brat behavior. 18+ probably, NSFW? I believe that's all.

Basically just having fun writing this and not taking anything too seriously, please enjoy and I would love feedback and comments!

Please reblog if you do like!

NSFW below cut-

"Wooyoung! Stop it right this minute!" You hear just as the brat you'd summoned was about to unbutton the last button on his shirt.

What in the world, was there another demon? you think, opening your eyes and fingers to look at the new being.

The new ...man/person was glaring at the...demon....(what the actual fuck, maybe you'd fallen asleep and this was some kind of dream.)

Anyhow, the let's just call him a man for sanity's sake. The new MAN had dark hair as well, longer than the first. He looked like a god, you think, eyeing his beautiful features. "HEY! Don't look at him! I'm the sexy one!" The one called Wooyoung yells, stomping his foot. You can't help but almost laugh, catching yourself.

"Yeosang, what the hell man, I was BUSY here...." the brat says, pouting now at the new man, Yeosang. Sighing, Yeosang rolls his eyes (which were gorgeous btws) and turns to you, bowing. "I am so sorry for this major....inconvenience. Allow me to take him from here and -" "EXCUSE ME? MAJOR INCONVENIE---" Wooyoung manages and then his mouth is moving but no sound is coming out.

"Wow. That's impressive. Did you do that?" You ask Yeosang and he just blinks at you. "Aren't you..." he asks, waving his hand, at a loss for words. He wasn't used to people just asking questions.

"Normally humans scream or run away by now. Or you know, pass out." he sighs, shaking his head. You just walk over to Wooyoung, who is appearing to yell and stomp around, waving his hands and pointing at you and Yeosang dramatically.

"This is so cool, is it something I can learn? I have so many people I'd love to do this to." You say and Yeosang just tilts his head at you, staring at you confused with those deep dark eyes.

"I-" he starts, wrinkling his eyebrows. "I'm unsure, I've never attempted to teach anyone else. Though, because you're human-" then Wooyoung is tackling Yeosang and they are wrestling on your floor.

"FINE- FINE" Yeosang is yelling and then with a thud, Wooyoung is laying on his back on the floor. "---cking pay for this when we get...oh. I can talk." he says, then smiles and jumps up, brushing off his clothes, shirt still hanging open. He catches you eyeing his chest then winks at you, bringing a blush to your cheeks.

Biting his lip, he saunters at you and then Yeosang is grabbing his ear, pulling him back. 'No, Hongjoong and Hwa want you back right now. You've caused enough trouble for this poor woman."

"Nooo, seriously, she summoned me, Sang. SHE DID!!!" Wooyoung is pouting again, pointing at you. Yeosang is just shaking his head and sighing. "Actually...I don't know if I summoned...per se...." you mutter.

"SEE!" Wooyoung is yelling before you can finish. "Oh? But...how--?" Yeosang is asking and Wooyoung is covering Yeosang's mouth before he can say more.

"The details don't matter, she said words, I showed up! Poof, summoned!" Wooyoung nods and grins, folding his arms. Yeosang sighs once again and grabs Wooyoung's arm, holding up his finger to you. "Wait! Sangie no I--" then Wooyoung is gone and it's just you and the statuesque man.

"I am sorry about that. Sometimes he just hears people talk out loud, fricken demon hearing. Then he just does as he pleases. I truly am sorry about this."

"Umm, yah no problem?" you say, unsure what else you can say with everything going on. "What is your name?" He suddenly asks. "Oh...I'm Y/n. Nice to meet you." You hold out your hand and he stares at your hand for a moment, then your face.

"Don't worry, you won't remember any of this tomorrow, Y/n. And strangely, it was a pleasure meeting you." He pulls you to him, touches your head and then everything goes black.

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"-----was just about to ..." Wooyoung trails off. Instead of your pretty form in front of him, he's greeted by Hongjoong's snarl and Seonghwa's annoyed but placid face.

"Tell me, Woo. What was it you were about to do? HMMM?" Hongjoong asks, pacing back and forth, clucking his tongue. "Well, you see, so this girl summoned me-" he starts and Hongjoong snarls, his eyes turning red and his fangs flashing as he is suddenly right in front of Wooyoung.

"Truth, demon. None of your stories. Or we can go to my room and talk." Hongjoong says and Wooyoung shakes his head furiously.

"Fiiiine! So I was out getting some snacks and I heard this female voice asking for a demon and she mentioned sex and stuff..."

Huffing, Seonghwa stands up running his fingers through his hair. "Woo, what did we tell you about eavesdropping?" he asks, shaking his head.

"LOOK. I can't help that I have superior hearing." He says, pouting and crossing his arms, looking away. Then Yeosang pops into the room, walking over to Wooyoung. Patting him on the head, he looks over at Hongjoong and Seonghwa.

"It's fine, I spoke with the human, who was oddly unphased by the majority of everything. I think she was more afraid of Wooyoung trying to take off his shirt than anything else."

"I'll have you know, she was just impressed with how sexy I am." Wooyoung says back, smirking at Yeosang. Rolling his eyes, Yeosang continues, ignoring the demon. "I took care of it, she's currently sleeping and she won't remember anything. Nothing to worry about."

Hongjoong takes it all in, letting his eyes fade back to normal brown and nods. "Thank you, Yeosang. Sorry you had to use your powers for this type of thing." he says, glancing pointedly at Wooyoung, who sticks his tongue out at him.

"I'm used to it, no problem. She was a strange one, that human." Yeosang comments, pulling the attention of the other two.

"How so?" Seonghwa asks, curious. "I can't put my finger on it, but she just seemed...different. Oh well. Why are you upset now?" Yeosang asks, turning to Wooyoung who was still pouting and making sad noises.

"I could have done so many things to her-" he says, sighing.

"No! What did we say about using your powers? Especially with humans??" Seonghwa is saying and Wooyoung sighs. "She wanted to though, it's not like I was gonna do anything bad."

"I'm fairly certain that she had no idea what sleeping with a incubus really meant. And though I know you don't want to drain her, Woo, you do tend to forget when you get carried away." Seonghwa was saying, comforting the poor demon. "I could explain it thou--!" he starts and Hongjoong turns and flashes his eyes again, shutting Wooyoung's tirade down before it starts.

"No, you've been good for ages now, I'm not going to let you get in trouble and be found out after having sheltered you here for so long. If the others were to hunt you down again, we'd have so many issues. It's been so peaceful for so long." Seonghwa was saying, drawing nods from both Hongjoong and Yeosang. "Besides, I'm certain you wouldn't want to draw that kind of attention to San or the others either, right?"

Wooyoung sighs and nods, sadly. "I know....I just...she was so interesting though." Yeosang looks at the other two and nods. "I will give him that. Something definitely was drawing me to her."

"Well, put it out of your mind. You love to cause trouble and that's the last thing any of us need right now. Do you not remember how terrified Mingi was last time when just that one demon found us?" Hongjoong says.

"Oh no, don't remind me, I had to cast so many stupid spells to calm him down." Yunho comes in, plopping down. "It was tiring. And poor Jongho had to stay in bear form for hours just to let him cry it out and cuddle him." Yeosang just shakes his head and sighs.

"Speaking of, where are the others?" Seonghwa asks the new man.

"Mingi is off watching some new anime in his room, not sure about the other two." Yunho answers, then looks at Wooyoung. "Ok demon, tell me all about this new human you found." And Woo perks up, eager to chat.

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Stretching and yawning, you open your eyes to the dusky light of early dawn. What the heck happened? Your face was currently half covered by your cat sleeping on you and you gently wake her and push her off.

"Let's get you some food, baby girl." you say, standing up and stretching again before padding over to feed the poor cat. "How in the world did I sleep all night? That's so rare, huh girl?" You say to the purring creature.

After feeding her, you boot up your pc and then settle down with a cup of coffee. Staring at the screen, you tilt your head. You remember trying to write earlier then....

You get a mild headache then your cat is looking at you, coming to sit at your feet. As she rubs against your legs, the headache fades and you almost spill your coffee.

"What the heck? I wonder where those demons went?" You say to the empty room.

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The memory was vague but slowly it came back over the next day. Yeosang, you think, remembering the beautiful man with the long dark hair, the deep eyes and the pretty birthmark.

Wooyoung, you recall later, thinking about the dimples and sexy pout, his bare chest...You gulp and shake your head. What the hell...you think, wondering what might have happened if Yeosang hadn't shown up.

Clearing your throat, you fan yourself and start typing away, finally having found some definite inspiration.

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@cultofdionysusnet @veronicasawyerschainsaw @shinestarhwaa

[whimsyfinny]

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Charlie discovers the Winchester boys to be struggling with keeping the bunker tidy, looking after themselves and being able to do their job simultaneously. Luckily she has a friend who’s from a Hunter family that is in need of work and can help them with research. Or so she thought that’s what her job would be. When Dean sees your more domesticated side, his head won’t stop swimming with all the wrong ideas.

Slow burn, enemies to lovers, smut

Warnings: none

Chapter Word Count: 1903

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A/N: the last few chapters have been a bit wild with the emotions, so let’s have some feel-good bullshit. It’s a slightly shorter chapter because this was the best place to leave it. Otherwise it would’ve been waaaayyyyy too long. Also I wrote most of this in one sitting and has only been proof read once, so let me know of any errors.

New readers start here: Prologue

Previous Chapter: Chapter 12

I’m Not Your F*cking Maid

Chapter 13

The next twenty four hours passed by without incident. Films were watched - with Deans personal commentary - and snacks were munched. Sam dipped in and out, occasionally joining us for the films and scenes he preferred as we watched the entire Lord of the Rings extended edition box set, followed by a short intermission before we continued with all three of the Hobbit films.

“I mean, the Rudy-hobbit is clearly the true hero. Dude saved the day on multiple occasions. Plus I bet he’s jacked,” Dean spoke through a mouthful of popcorn.

“I know, I’m not arguing with you on this one; I completely agree. Frodo would’ve been fucked without him.” As I reached for my fifth hot chocolate Sam strode in, pj’s adorned, and hopped into the nest of blankets we’d made on my bed.

“You have to remember though that Frodo was under a great deal of pressure from wearing the ring all the time. I mean, when you think about how many men it had corrupted over the years, it’s incredible that a hobbit lasted as long as he did. Sam never had that burden,” Sam joined the conversation with his view on the matter whilst reaching for a handful of Deans popcorn and receiving nothing but a defensive slap on the knuckles.

“Yeah… no. Rudy-hobbit for the win still,” the older Winchester frowned at his younger brother, deciding that this topic was not up for negotiation. Sam huffed, rummaging through the bag of snacks he'd bought earlier and pulled out a tub of mini chocolate chip cookies.

“I mean, I’m surprised that you’re not siding with your namesake Sam. I would’ve thought you’d have been all over that,” I joined the debate again, reaching for a cookie to which Sam graciously let me take a few.

Dean's eyes lit up as he clocked what Sam had opened and started munching on.

“To be honest I don’t think that impacts a character's personality.”

Dean and I both snorted out a laugh.

“What?” Sam looked between us quizzically.

“Oh, being called Sam definitely impacts a character's personality,” Dean said whilst reaching for the cookie tub, only to have a taste of his own medicine with a slap to his hand.

“What the- no it doesn’t.”

Dean and I shared a look and answered in perfect unison.

“Yes it does.”

“You guys, seriously-”

“Everybody needs a Sam,” I raised my hot chocolate mug, to which Dean returned the toast by clinking his own hot chocolate mug with mine; copious amounts of whipped cream threatening to spill over as he repeated:

“Everybody needs a Sam.”

Sam huffed even harder than last time, shaking his head in annoyance despite the small grin on his lips.

“You guys are ridiculous.”

“Yeah but you love us really,” I poked him affectionately in the ribs.

“Sure, you keep telling yourself that.”

There were a few moments of silence; Sam likely being grateful that the topic of conversation was coming to an end. Or at least so he thought.

“I mean, if you really think about it,” Dean had no intention of dropping the discussion just yet, spitting his words through another large mouthful of popcorn. “Sam is probably one of the most popular names in pop culture.”

Sam raised his eyebrows at his brother.

“Oh yeah? And you’re a ‘pop culture’ enthusiast now?”

Dean ignored the sarcastic jab before carrying on. Either that or he was totally oblivious to it.

“You’ve got Sam from Lord of the Rings, Sam from Game of Thrones, Looney Tunes Gunslinger Sam, Sam from Cap’n ‘Merica, Sam from Transformers, Sam from The Thing, Sam from The Lost Boys, Sam from Tron:Legacy, Sam fro-”

“OK! I get it, Dean. You can stop now, geez…” Sam rubbed his temples, perhaps a little over dramatically. I turned to Dean, grinning and giving him a little pat on the arm.

“Hot dayum Dean! You do know pop culture!”

He tried to hide his smug grin behind a sip of his drink.

“What can I say? It’s how I get so lucky with the ladies.”

I raised an eyebrow.

“Seriously?”

He returned the eyebrow gesture with a wiggle from both of his. Before he even had a chance to verbally respond I snapped my fingers and spun around to Sam.

“Don’t forget Dr Seuss! Sam I Am!”

Sam rolled his eyes and shook his head as Dean brought his hands together in a single loud, crisp, clap.

“Yes! Nice one,” he held his hand up for a high five, to which I returned with great enthusiasm. He leaned forwards to look past me to his brother and put on a terrible British accent, “yes, Sam I am, where art thou green eggs and ham?”

“That’s it!” Sam threw his hands up and jumped up off the bed. “You guys are nuts; you need to go outside and touch some grass or something.”

I pouted.

“What? Nooo.”

“Yeah I’m with the princess on this one; really not interested in looking at the sky today.”

I turned to Dean, my hand over my heart and a playful smile on my lips.

“Aww, Dean, you think I’m a princess?”

“Yeah, an unhinged princess with an attitude problem.”

“Fuck you.”

“There it is.”

Sam stood watching, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“How much sugar have you two had? Like seriously?”

“I don’t know, maybe a farm's worth?” Dean spoke nonchalantly as he lowered his mug to reveal a whipped cream moustache. Part of me had the urge to lick it off, and the other part of me wanted to not tell him about it and let him walk around all day like that. Sam wasn’t like me though, and quickly signalled to his brother with a tap of his finger that he needed to wipe his face.

“We're going out. Shopping. I need a new jacket and Dean, you can't hide that hole in your boots any longer,” Sam stood with his hands on his hips as he listened to us both groan and slump harder into our nest of blankets.

“Do we have to…?” I whined in a childlike manner that definitely justified Sam's ‘annoyed mother' demeanour.

“Yes! Now get up and get dressed, the pair of you. I'll be waiting in the garage in 15 minutes.”

As Sam left my room, Dean and I let out a long, dramatically exasperated sigh, pulling the blankets up to our chin.

“Since when did we let him boss us around?” Dean stared up at the ceiling.

I shrugged.

“Since he's normally the one to buy us food?”

He hummed and nodded slightly in agreement.

“You're probably right- hey what are you doing?” It was like I'd stolen pie from Deans grasp when I threw the blankets back and hopped out of bed, shuffling into the bathroom to turn the shower on.

“Getting ready to go out. Obviously,” my words were shortly followed by the familiar clanking of the plumbing in my en suite, causing Dean to raise his eyebrows.

“Has it always done that?”

“Yup,” I popped the ‘P’ as I rummaged through the lack of clothing in my draws and duffle bag, making a mental note to also purchase some clothes whilst we were out.

“Want me to take a look?” He sat up, clearing his throat, masculinity all of a sudden oozing from his pores at the opportunity to be a man and fix something.

“You think you could?” I busied about arranging an outfit on my bed, too preoccupied to look at him and witness his growing smirk, his arms folding across his broad chest.

“Sweetheart, you of all people should know how good I am with my hands.”

I gawped at him as my head shot up to see him saunter over to where I was stood, the corners of my open mouth turning up as I playfully slapped him on the chest with the top I was going to wear.

“Do you have to turn everything so filthy?”

“You make it so easy; lookin’ like you do. Plus…” he tilted his head. I responded by tilting mine, urging him to continue - though I'd probably regret it.

“I know what face you make when you come; that shit lives rent free,” he tapped his temple with a devilish grin on his lips, his comment pulling a shocked gasp from my lungs at his crudeness - though I was grinning the whole time.

“That's it, get out and go get dressed,” I evaded his reaching hands as I ducked under his arm and pushed on his back, nudging him towards the door.

“Aww, no joint shower?” He pouted.

“What? No! That's a boyfriend privilege! Like time I checked, we were just fuck buddies.”

He seemed to think for a second, like he debated saying something that was right on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed it down and said calmly:

“Yeah that's fair.”

*

It didn't take long for me to get ready - promising to myself I'd wash my hair this evening to keep my shower quick. Whilst getting dressed I'd pulled on some jeans that were definitely a size too small; the denim hugging my thighs and ass excruciatingly tight - albeit they looked fantastic - and every time I bent over the button and belt buckle dug into the soft skin just below my belly button. I sighed, knowing how annoying this was going to be all day despite not having anything else to wear that was clean or not one of Charlie's sexy outfits. I tugged my tank top over my head; it doing very little to hide the sudden appearance of a muffin top and causing me to sigh again. I looked around for my flannel, hoping that would help but not finding it anywhere. After a few minutes I admitted defeat, putting on my boots and leaving my room.

As I hurried down to the garage I clocked a black, white and grey flannel hanging on the back of a chair. Not caring that it wasn't mine, I grabbed it and threw it on, rolling up the long sleeves to just below my elbow, the hem of the shirt dropping to just below my ass. Perfect.

As I continued my walk and having completely forgotten that I'd thrown the shirt on, I strolled hurriedly into the garage; the heavenly sound of the impala rumbling as the engine ticked over. Spotting Sam and Dean already in the front of the car, I slid into the back seat just being Sam with both boys muttering a greeting before Dean put Baby in reverse, resting his arm on the seat behind Sam as he twisted to look out the rear window. He did a double take when we looked at me, an unusual expression befalling his features that I couldn't quite place.

“You're wearing my shirt?” His voice was low, which I don't think he intended.

“Oh uhhh, I couldn't find mine so I used the first one I saw. I can take it off?”

“Don't,” it came out quick, surprising us both, “I mean, it looks good on you. You should keep it.”

I couldn't stop the warmth blooming in my cheeks.

“Thank you. And if you're really ok with that? I'd…I'd love to keep it. Thanks Dean.”

As we pulled away I saw his smile reach his eyes in the rearview mirror.

“Anytime, sweetheart.”

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Up Next: Chapter 14

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[jaladwolf]

Serious Rant

Sorry I have to rant real quick because this bothers me so much, not to mention it makes me sick.

TW// Topics of abuse, swearing

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Why is it that male domestic abuse victims don’t nearly get as much attention as female?!

Seriously, did you know that about 40% or more of domestic violence victims are men? I bet you didn’t, because it’s constantly overshadowed by the 60% of female victims. I know 40% doesn’t sound like a lot, but god it pisses me off how much male victims are brushed off in favor for females.

Lemme make something clear: every victim, no matter their gender, race or religion, is valid. This blatant ignorance of this has to stop.

Oh, and to the uneducated ones who say it’s victim blaming to blame the female perpetrators? Please… open. Your f*cking. Eyes! If someone is abused, the gender should not be the first priority. It should be the situation and trying to find a solution to help the victim!

Basically, what I’m trying to say is that this sort of mentality is not only kind of misandrist, but also really damaging. This sort of thinking can make male victims feel like they don’t matter, which is a load of bullsh*t! Male victims are victims too, and telling them “you’re a man” and to “suck it up” is not helpful. It’s just pushing the narrative that they don’t matter. They are no less of men than they were before. And if anything, the mere act of speaking up about their experience is incredibly brave..

My point still stands that this sort of thing should be addressed. Male victims are just as important as female victims. Please remember this. And to all the male domestic violence victims out there, who are too scared to speak out…

You are not alone. There will always be someone who will listen to you. Please… just hold on…

A/N: Sorry if this is a bit off brand for me, but I had to get this off my chest because it makes me sad and angry at the same time.

[rinarin01]

Safe place—Chuuya Nakahara x Female Reader

"You're my favorite place to go to when ny mind searches for peace."

a/n: where reader is actually a part of chuuya and dazai's 'double black' and is the calmest and most reserved out of them. Enjoy a bit of a soft chuuya!

(P.S the three of you are 16 years old here and relationship is completely platonic!)

A normal day for me was hearing my two co-workers bickering back and forth. Hearing never ending arguments from the two of them was tiring and not to mention annoying— but I get a good laugh from it time to time. So when I hear nothing but complete silence from our shared office, I was a bit skeptical.

'It's way too quiet..—' you thought, but quickly shrugging afterwards. At least you could have a peaceful afternoon without their usual bickering. You sighed as you plopped down your office chair, stretching your limbs and hearing satisfying pops after. You stared at the cloudless sky, painted with the colors orange and soft red, through the large window residing on the office. You yawned quietly, tapping your fingers gently on the desk and enjoying the calming view.

But your short paradise was immediately bought to an end when the door slammed open and closed. You flinched as you see a very upset Chuuya. You raise your eyebrow, Chuuya was never that upset. He was always angry but he has never looked that genuinely distressed before.

"Chuuya? What happened?" You say softly, standing up and gently touching his shoulder. He seemed to shoot up, not expecting me to be here.

"[Name], god I've been searching all over for you." He exhales, you could see a bit of frustration from his eyes and it made you worry.

"Why? What happened?" You say, concern written all over your face as you squeeze his shoulder for comfort. Chuuya didn't seem to respond to your touch as he continued to fume with anger as he paces back and forth. You take a step back, waiting for an explanation.

"It's Dazai— ugh! He doesn't know when to stop with his teasings! It's f*cking irritating! It's like he wants me to be embarrassed infront of— ugh!" He replies, completely frustrated and annoyed. He was absolutely furious at Dazai.

You sigh as you walk closer to Chuuya, with him contuing to rant about how he angry he was feeling, I gently grabbed his hand and pulled him in a hug. He unsurprisingly fought back for several minutes before giving in— you were quite stronger than he thought.

You smiled as you rocked him back and forth like a toddler, "Are you trying to embarrass me too?! I'm not a child—!"

"I'm sorry for Dazai, he's just a bit.. comfortable with teasing you since you're one of the few people who can actually keep up with his personality. He cares for you and appreciates you but just doesn't want to admit it." You chuckle slightly.

"Tsk, I doubt he does." Chuuya grumbles, his chin resting on your shoulder unwillingly. As you continued to hug him, he seems to relax more and more.

"He does, he cares for you as much as I do for you. He just doesn't like to be obvious about it." You explain calmly. After several minutes, Chuuya's anger seemed to wash away because of your presence, he sighs and stiffly hugs back.

"Seriously.. I can never be angry around you. Your calmness always infects me." He grumbles, emitting a small laugh from you.

"You talk as if I'm a disease or something." You reply, patting his back softly before breaking the hug.

"I'll talk to Dazai about this okay?"

"I—

The door slams open and a certain brunette, dressed in all black entered. Speak of the devil. Dazai seemed to pause as he notices you two close to each other.

"oh? Am I interru—

"Dazai." I sigh disappointingly. The brunette seemed to stand straight at the mention of his name with that tone. Safe to say, he ended up apologizing, and the two of them hugged (actually, you pushed Dazai to Chuuya and forced him to give him a small hug or else he wouldn't get free dinners from you anymore.)