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wolfiesmoon · 4 months

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Malleus x gn!reader

i seem to have a thing for characters who are clueless abt technology hahaha, this takes place before we actually find out his real name btw

(also i apologise if malleus is ooc in any way i'm still in the early books of the game😭)

"Hello." You heard a voice behind you as you exited the classroom. You turned around to find... uh, Hornton, was it? You still can't get over the stupid nickname that Grim picked, but he seems completely okay with you calling him that, so you keep doing it.

What could he possibly want with you?

"Uhh, hi...!" you greeted him back awkwardly.

"I have a somewhat trivial yet important matter I need help with." He opened and you tilted your head slightly. Now your interest is piqued.

"Let's go somewhere more... private." he suggested at your confused expression. You nodded slowly. Though this whole conversation is strange so far, he looks anything but malicious. And knowing him, he never is.

The two of you went to a more secluded part of the school and as soon as you got there, he pulled something out from his pocket, handing it to you. It looked to be a brand new phone.

"Could you help me with this object? I have no idea how to use it and you are the only one I can approach about this." he looked a little worried.

"Sure, what do you need help with?" you offered and his expression softened slightly.

"Turning it on, for starters."

A silence fills the room.

"Ahahahaha, oh jeez... I'm- I'm sorry- hahahaha...!" You couldn't help but laugh. He didn't even know how to turn it on?

Needless to say, he was not amused by your laughter. "If you will laugh at me, I will not be needing your help anymore." He crossed his arms.

"No- No- I'm sorry, I really am." You had to hold back a few giggles. "I'll help- I'll help you, you just shocked me with how little you know about a.. p-phone." He suddenly seemed like a 90 year old grandpa who bought a phone to talk to his grandkids and didn't know the first thing about it. What a funny mental image.

"You're talking strangely." He commented, and you quickly turned the phone in his direction before he could question your attempts at stifling a laugh.

"Here, see this button? You press it and the phone turns on, like this." You demonstrated, and his face lit up.

"I see. But, the salesperson informed me that this phone is unlockable by something called 'Face ID' as well. Do you know what that is by any chance?" The genuine interest in his voice was actually kind of cute.

"Don't worry about all that. Actually, why are you buying a phone only now?" You thought it was strange. If he was this clueless about technology, why buy a modern cellphone all of a sudden?

"During class, some of my classmates were discussing about these so called phones. They talked about something called a 'magicam'. And I... became curious." the little pause at the third sentence made you think that might just not be the full truth. But you have no reason to be suspicious or question him on it, so you just told yourself to forget about it.

"Magicam might be a little too... advanced for you right now. Here, let's start by exchanging contacts." You showed him the 'contacts' app, opening it and inputting your number and your name.

You handed the phone back to him. "Here, now press this green button on the bottom left and you'll call me." he did as you instructed and your phone started vibrating in your pocket. You pulled it out, answering the call.

"Hello!" you said cheerfully.

"I can... hear you twice. Is there magic imbued within a phone?" his eyes were widened slightly, even more so when he heard his own voice from your phone.

"You silly goose, we only hear eachother twice because we're standing right next to eachother. Stay here and place the phone next to your ear, okay?" you smiled at him, walking away.

"I am not silly and I am certainly not a goose. I thought it was obvious enough by taking once glance at me."

"It's not an insult, Hornton. It's like a silly little thing you say to someone when they say something, well, silly." you smile, now completely out of his line of sight and standing in a different room.

After a few moments of silence, he spoke again "I can still hear your voice."

"Yup, that's what a phone is, in essence. Nowadays we use it for a lot of things, but basically, you can call people on it and you'll hear their voice and talk to them, no matter how far away from you they are. Isn't that cool?"

"How very fascinating." you could hear his amusement through the phone.

"Oh, I just have one more thing to do! I'll come back in a moment!" you ended the call, running back to where you were before.

"I got suprised for a moment. The phone made a strange noise and I couldn't hear you anymore." he cleared his throat. He must have panicked a bit when you hung up. How cute. "Calling someone is definitely much more convenient than sending them a letter."

You just realised that he's probably been sending physical, handwritten letters to everyone up until this point which makes him even more charmingly old-timey in your eyes. How funny is that?

"Give the phone here for a moment." you requested and when he did so, you opened the camera app and turned it towards the two of you to take a selfie. You could see him inspect himself through the phone.

"I see, so it functions as a mirror, too. What a marvel."

"Well, do I have news for you. This is the camera app, and we're going to take a photo together. Now smile!" you nudged him slightly and he smiled very awkwardly and unnaturally. Oh well, you'll take it.

You snapped the photo, setting it as his lockscreen.

"Here, now you have a photo of me and you as your background!" he took the phone back, staring at your face on the screen.

"I actually have something I have to be doing right now, so I'll continue teaching you about phones later! Call me if you need anything! Oh, and I'll save your number too, don't worry!" You waved to him, running down the hallway.

"Goodbye." he said back, immediately looking back down at your picture with him. Your face is truly precious in it. He is very glad to be in possession of a photo of you.

He knew you were the right person to ask.

The reason he decided to buy a phone was that he felt sad because he couldn't talk to anyone without a disconnect. Ignoring the fact that most of his classmates are afraid of him, they wouldn't be able to find common ground in hobbies and conversation topics regardless.

So he thought that maybe he could start by getting a phone upon hearing students discuss phone cases and the like. Surely, understanding what the masses currently enjoy would make him more approachable.

He is eternally thankful to you for helping him out.

You're very welcoming to him and that makes him indescribably happy. One day he'll repay you with all the things you could ever want. He has the abilities to do that, after all.

Maybe he should give you something as a thank you next time you meet, actually. What did you say you enjoyed again?

That's what he thought about as he looked at his lockscreen on his bed that night. If only you saw the way he smiled at your photo.

#˗ˏˋ ★ ♡ 「Wolfie’s other works」 ♡ ★ ˎˊ˗#i swear i love the other boys too i just keep getting ideas for these three specifically 😔#twisted wonderland x yuu #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #twst x y/n #disney twst #twst x reader #twst x you #twst x yuu #twst x mc #malleus x yuu #malleus draconia #malleus x reader #malleus x y/n #malleus draconia x reader #malleus draconia x yuu #malleus draconia x mc

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byhees · 6 months

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seeing you in glasses.

엔하이픈 ・ female reader + word count 700 genre fluff established relationship non-idol au warnings not proof-read kissing skinship petnames — more

a/n. requested!

heeseung would look at you with such adoration, it’d be the cutest thing ever; would gawk at you, as in, full-on ‘you’re so beautiful, and so surreal, and so stunning’ kind of gawking. it’s the feeling where, you’re already so, so pretty, and now? you’re even prettier than he’d last seen you! he’d pull you into the sweetest of hugs, little kisses peppering the surface of your face; “never take these off, m’kay?” that’s not… quite possible, but hey, whatever makes him happy…

jay would shower you in compliments— he finds you so adorable in those glasses; would probably jokingly raise his fingers, numbers swiftly flickering before your eyes— “babe, what number is this?” gosh, he’s lucky he’s so cute; in all seriousness, he’d probably cling onto you for the entirety of the day, complaining about how he hasn’t admired your pretty face enough…

jake would freak. out. but in the best way possible; he’d probably erupt into the loudest, most cacophonous symphony of “oh my god”s, his eyes never tearing away from the pair of glasses perched atop your nose bridge; first instinct is to pull you into a sweet hug, because let’s be real, how can he not when his girlfriend looks so adorable? second instinct is to take a whole bunch of pictures with you, because he just has to capture your pretty face— definitely changes his phone lockscreen to one of them…

sunghoon would be beyond shocked; when you mentioned ‘running some important errands’, he hadn’t expected for you to show up, as pretty as ever, with those cute little frames; would probably lightly pull you by your waist, bringing you close to his body. would definitely tip your chin to meet your eyes, wanting to properly confirm what he’s seeing; would be so in love with the image of you wearing your glasses, to the point where he tries to grasp every opportunity to see you in them—grabs them from the bedside counter, and plops them on your nose bridge after your shower. before you’re able to process anything at all, you’d be sitting between his legs, glasses donned, as he gently dries your hair…

sunoo would be so, so surprised. i mean, that’s his pretty girl over there, wearing glasses! the type to pepper kisses all over your face, soft affirmations slipping past his lips— “you look amazing, my love”, and here you are, melting into a puddle from how sweet his smile is; would ask you, with the most endearingly serious expression ever, if he should get a pair as well, wanting to match with yours. “imagine how cute that’d be! little one, and little two”, he’d suggest, eyes beaming with a pretty twinkle…

jungwon would shamelessly stare at you, mouth slightly agape; even as you’re carrying on with your daily tasks, his gaze always finds some way to linger on you, eyes fully transfixed by how breathtaking you look in glasses; “baby, look me in the eyes and tell me you’re real”, he’d say, eyes glittering with full-blown admiration— you’re ethereal; would go in for a kiss, but pause after remembering the new accessory atop your nose bridge— lightly pushes it up, a small smile tugging on the corners of his lips. “there”, he’d whisper, before leaning close to plant a pretty kiss on your lips…

riki would be so taken aback, but in the most pleasant of ways possible; tries to conceal his little surge of excitement from you, but fails unknowingly due to the curve of his lips— i mean, he can’t help but to smile at the sight of you in glasses! it just comes so naturally; playfully calls you his little nerd, knowing fully well that he’s crumbling and melting at the way you glare up at him, the frames of your glasses emphasising your pretty eyes even more. “uh, it’s alright, i guess”, that’s what he says, but here he is, internally squealing at the way you lean in to press a peck to his cheek, the frames brushing against his skin…

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heartfullofleeches · 6 months

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can we get more Fratbro!Darling interaction with creep!yan? it was amazing

They don't belong here.

Why did they even come.

The ice in their cup has melted from the heat of their skin, but the punch's still too strong to drink. With how shakey their hands are, they'd likely spill it if they tried. People are watching them now - probably wondering who let the freak in. They've been in this situation before. Invited to places because it'd be too awkward to invite everyone in the group but them while most of them pray they'll just stay home. Maybe they should have. The whispers are starting again and they're getting closer. Here it comes-

"Oh, hey! There you are! I've been looking for you since I heard you were here. You got a minute?"

Someone pulls them from the obscurity of the crowd - dragging them into the spotlight on wobbly legs. A strong arm holds them steady as the uncomfortable gaze of their peers swallows them, a gentle squeeze to their bicep negating their rising fears.

"This is the person I was telling you guys about - the one that drew that picture you saw on my lockscreen. I'm telling you, Mickey has crazy talent. I'm glad so we met at that gas station a few weeks back... Would you believe they live right across the street?"

It's pretty obvious that nobody really cares, but enthusiasm is an infectious disease. They do their best to answer half-hearted questions and try even harder to smile. It's hard to fake emotions when your attention is elsewhere. Mickey stares at you, arm still locked around their shoulder, like the beacon of light you are. How did you manage to be so different? When you first met they thought you were just another fake. Someone who pretended to be their friend for whatever benefit it gave. You cared. You tried to get them to be more social and showed up at their apartment when they'd be absent for days. You showed genuine interest in their quirky little hobbies and always laughed with them instead of at them. You even wore the crow skull necklace they made for you. It's like you were already dating.

Your grin falters as you look over at your friend, the clacking of their teeth and goosebumps on their skin catching your attention. "Hey, Mick... Everything okay? You're shaking."

Mickey hides their face in the collar of their jacket. "Yeah.... fine. Don't worry about me."

They jump as your palm touches their forehead.

"Nah, dude - you're like really sweaty. I'll walk you home in the morning, but you should lie down for now."

Mickey starts to protest, but as you weave through the crowd, heading for the stairs - their lips are sealed. They always forget you live with this meatheads despite standing beneath your bedroom window every night. Where you taking then to your room? They can feel stares on them even now, but they feel almost... jealous. Mickey likes that feeling. They squeeze your hand tighter - heart stopping as you approach the door with your name taped to it.

Opening the door just a crack, you make sure no one is inside before leading Mickey in. You take their cup as you guide them to the bed. Your bed. They giggle to themselves as you walk away with their cup, pouring its contents down the sink in the bathroom and filling it with fresh water from the tap. You really were the kindest person they've ever met on campus - like any good spouse would be.

"How much did they give you to drink?.... Just drink this water and relax. Remote's in the bottom drawer if you get bored. I'll be back to check on you in a bit. Don't worry about falling asleep I'll just sleep on the floor or the couch."

Mickey blushes as your fingers graze theirs as you past them the cup, and the image of the two of you cuddled up in your bed. They take a few tiny sips before setting the cup on the table.

"T... thank you... I wouldn't mind if you slept with me. It's your bed afterall."

"True, but I wouldn't want you to be comfortable. Relax, we'll talk about it more when I come check on you. Be back in a few!"

Mickey watches as the door closes behind you. They wait for your steps to fade down the stairs, finger on their zipper as they disappear. Mickey unzips and throws off their jacket like it was restricting their air flow. They drop it to the floor along with their shoes as they crawl beneath your blankets - planting their head face deep in your pillows and sheets. They smell just like the conditioner you use. Mickey makes a mental note to raid your bathroom, but there's so much they want to do in such little time.

Your dirty clothes. Your closest. Your dressers. So many places - so little time. What should they do? What should they do- Steal the fragrances you wear so their room always smells like you? Take your toothbrush or a water bottle you've drank from for their first indirect kiss? Steal a shirt or maybe even your underwear to.... now's not the time for that, Mickey - your window of opportunity is getting shorted with every breath.

Mind racing, Mickey decides the best thing to do now is to claim their new territory. Mark your room as theirs just as their entire apartment has been overtaken by pictures of you and the things you've thrown out. They fish through their jeans for their keys - picking the hidden knife discreetly disguised as a key. Having overprotective parents had its perks - such as items of self defense they'd otherwise be put on a list for buying themselves.

They climb out of bed, crouching to the floor. The gap beneath your bed has just enough room for them to wiggle into. Compared to lockers they'd been shoved into it was like a luxury apartment. They lay flat on their back, dragging themselves below the bedframe - knife in hand. Eyes adjusting to the darkness, their hands search for the boards supporting your mattress and drives their knife into the first place plank their nails catch on - drawing the curve of a heart into the wood. Light bleeds into the room as they complete the second arch and angle their blades for the first letter of their initials, followed by startled gasps and halted flirts at the odd sight of feet beneath your bed.

"Is this room already occupied?"

Mickey clutches their key ring tighter.

"This is our room...... IF YOU'RE NOT GONE IN THE NEXT FIVE SECONDS I WILL GOUGE YOUR FUCKING EYES OUT AND FEED THEM TO YOU!"

Mickey shrieks in laughter at the sound of slamming doors and footsteps racing down the hall. They've never raised their voice at anyone like that before. Love is a crazy drug. They carve their initials and yours beneath your bed, slithering from the opening and up onto your bed between the sheets for the best night of sleep they've had since they were young.

#yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere scenarios #yandere headcanons #yandere #yandere insert #yandere blurb #Creep Yan #Fratbro Reader #tw yandere #yandere drabble

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valeskafics · 1 month

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"Out Of My Limit" - John B. Routledge x Cameron!Reader

a/n: a request from @mirellef2001 to make my john b blurb into a full oneshot 🩷

Summary: John B has always thought you were too far out of reach. Until now.

Word Count: 2,500

Rating: 18+, MDNI

TW: afab reader, she/her pronouns, profanity, innuendo, alcohol consumption, semi public sex, tiddy succin, oral f receiving, p in v sex, unprotected sex

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Outer Banks characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated 🩷

It started off as a chill enough night. You, your sister, your brother, your friends, all dancing at the Boneyard and having a good time. Everything is going perfect. Well, other than your brother’s best friend constantly trying to grind on you. You would tell Rafe, but you’re pretty sure he’s too busy hitting on some poor unassuming tourist, trying to charm her into returning with him to Tanneyhill. God, your brother can be a dick. As you dance with Topper - the blond being unable to take a hint - you see some of the Pogues show up. You smirk to yourself, thinking that a rather uneventful evening is about to get very exciting. You watch as John B, JJ, Kie, and Pope make their way towards the keg. Your eyes are trained on John B, watching as he glances around before his gaze finally settles on you. The two of you lock eyes for a long moment before your phone rings, breaking the spell.

You glance down at your lockscreen and realize you do actually need to pick up since the call is from Wheezie. You tell Topper you’ll be right back, grabbing Sarah’s attention as you tell her it’s your little sister calling. She offers to come with you to take the call, but you wave her off, saying it’s no big deal.

By the time you return, you’re rather unsurprised to see that a fight is brewing. Topper looks like he’s ready to beat the absolute shit out of John B, while John B looks like he wants nothing more than to do the same. Heated words are exchanged and you jog over just as Topper lunges at John B, the fight breaking out in earnest. They begin throwing punches, bellowing insults, all the while being cheered on by their respective friends.

You grab Sarah by the shoulder, “What the fuck is going on?”

She covers her mouth, trying not to laugh, “Um, I’m not completely sure, but your name was definitely mentioned in there somewhere.”

You let out a groan, stepping in between the two boys, using your ‘head bitch in charge’ voice as your siblings like to call it, “What the fuck is going on here?”

John B turns to look at you, running a hand through his hair as he pulls himself together, “Oh, um, hey…”

“Don’t ‘hey’ me, John B, what are you two assholes doing?” You demand, hands on your hips as you glare at the two, “This is a party. On the beach.”

“I… Uh…”

Topper speaks up, tossing his arm around your shoulder, giving you what he’s sure is a charming smile, “We’re just playing around.”

“Uh huh,” you reply dubiously, turning to face him, “Why don’t you go ‘play around’ and get me another drink, Top. Yeah?”

Fooled by the borderline flirtatious smile you give him, Topper throws a victorious smirk John B’s way before striding off to get you, no doubt, the strongest and most disgusting drink imaginable in hopes that you’ll finally give in to his advances. The crowd that had gathered for the fight begins to disperse and JJ whispers something to John B, earning a smack on the back of the head for it. Part of you wants to ask, but the more rational part of you knows it’s nothing you want to find out. John B looks at you, clearing his throat, trying to act casual.

“Uh, so, how’s life?” You remain silent, eyes narrowed as you glare up at him. He lets out a sigh, “Look, we weren’t fighting! We were just-”

“I don’t wanna hear it, John B,” you reply, turning away, “Anyway, aren’t you supposed to be working on my dad’s boat tomorrow? Not out picking fights?”

John B nods, his gaze wandering up and down your body before he nods, “Yeah. I should probably get some sleep…”

“Great,” you declare, walking past him toward the van you know he affectionately refers to as the Twinkie, “You can drive me home then. Sarah’s going with Scarlet and I have no intention of letting my high as fuck brother drive me.”

He just stares after you as you walk away, admiring the way your denim cut-offs hug your hips, the way that tight crop top does precious little to hide your curves. He stands there, dumbstruck, until you get to the car, calling out, voice tinged with annoyance.

“Hello? Earth to John B!”

“S-sorry,” he shakes his head, snapping himself out of his trancelike state. John B jogs over toward you, opening the door for you before going around and getting in himself, starting up the car. The two of you drive in silence for a couple of minutes before he blurts out, “So, uh, you want some music or something?”

His cheeks flush slightly at the look you give him, “I highly doubt you and I share the same taste in artists.”

“I don’t know, maybe we do…”

He can’t stop staring at you out of the corner of his eye, the way you lean your head out the open window, hair flying behind you, your eyes closed and a smile on your face as if you don’t have a care in the world. The sight makes him grin to himself before he fiddles with his car radio, switching from station to station before you rest your hand on top of his, smacking it gently before moving it away.

“Leave that one on! This song is my jam!”

His eyes widen at the way you let out a squeal of excitement when you hear the chorus to “Blank Space”. He watches as you sing along, dancing along with the music in your seat, even joining in himself for the lyrics he knows.

When the song comes to an end, you turn to him, asking curiously, “So what were you and Topper fighting about exactly?”

John B shifts slightly, biting the inside of his cheek before mumbling, “Well, um, that’s a question. Just fighting about stuff. Personal stuff.”

You look at him, amused, before nodding, “Okay. A secret then. Was it about me?”

“NO!” John B blurts out a moment too fast, making you flash him a victorious grin.

“Uh huh. I totally believe that. And you’re doing that thing you do when you lie. Where your nostrils flare a little bit.”

Oh, goddammit. He can’t get anything past you, can he? He’s equal parts grateful and dejected when the two of you pull up in front of Tanneyhill. Grateful that you can’t probe him for more information, dejected that this means his short-lived time with you is coming to an end. He watches intently as you get out of the car, a genuine smile crossing your lips.

“Bye, John B. Thanks for the ride.”

You walk toward your house, and he waits for you to go inside, cheeks flushing yet again at the way you give him a cheeky little smile and wink before entering your house, locking the door behind you.

Is it possible for you to have gotten even hotter overnight? John B thinks so. He walks aboard the Druthers and sees you laid out on one of the lounge chairs on the top deck, wearing the tiniest red bikini he’s seen in his life, a gold anklet adorning your foot, heart-shaped sunglasses covering your pretty face, red lipstick painting your lips. You look like a fucking supermodel. You’re laying on your stomach, ankles crossed as you flip through a magazine.

“How am I supposed to work when you’re… Like that?”

You glance up at him, lowering your sunglasses ever so slightly, “Hm?”

“I mean how am I supposed to focus when you’re laid out on the deck like a goddess?” John B rolls his eyes.

“Sounds like a you problem, John B.”

He lets out a groan, tugging at his hair, “Come on. Why are you always like this? You’ve been playing this game with me since we were kids.” He shakes his head, “I know you know the effect you have on me, and you like pretending you don’t and playing dumb.”

“Have I?” You bite back a grin, “I don’t remember that.”

John B gives you an unimpressed look, crossing his arms, “You don’t remember constantly teasing me and making me think you liked me only to run away giggling like a little gremlin?”

He watches as you pull off your sunglasses, tapping them against your pretty red lips, “Doesn’t ring a bell.”

Before he knows what he’s doing, he snatches them from you, pursing his lips slightly, “You are such a brat.”

“Give them back, those are Versace, John B!”

John B gives you a smug little grin, dangling them just out of your reach, “You want ‘em back? Come get them, little Miss Cameron.”

“I can’t grab them, I’m not wearing a bikini top,” you retort, and upon glancing at your exposed back, he realizes that you’re right, “Sunbathing. Don’t want tan lines.”

He kneels down, placing the glasses back on your face, but low enough so that he can still make prolonged eye contact with you, “You know, your brother is gonna get pissed if he sees you like this.”

“Rafe can kiss my ass,” you scoff.

“And your father?”

“He can suck it. I’m on my family’s boat. My property. If I wanna sunbathe with my tits out, it’s my right. This is America, John B.”

Your words make John B burst into laughter, which you soon join in on, the two of you giggling to the point that it’s hard to breathe. As you begin to calm down, John B’s expression grows more serious and he sighs, admiring you for a long moment before finally speaking again.

“You’re a guy like me’s worst nightmare, you know?” You arch a brow, urging him to continue, “A beautiful girl who you have a major crush on that just plays games with you, trying to drive you crazy, never letting you get close enough to do anything about it.”

You gaze at him thoughtfully, making him wonder if he should’ve said anything at all. He opens his mouth, getting ready to apologize, when suddenly? You stand up and walk closer to him. You’re so fucking gorgeous like this, his gaze is immediately drawn to your bare tits, and he wonders what it would be like to just reach out and touch them- You press yourself up against him, tugging him down by the necklace he wears, grinning like a devil.

“Is this close enough, John B?”

He gulps, barely able to breathe as he questions dumbly, “Close enough for what?”

All he can see is you. All he can feel is you. All he can smell, hear… It’s all you.

“For you to stop being a pussy and make a fucking move.”

“What happens if I don’t?”

You shrug, “Then maybe Topper will-”

Before you can finish, John B’s hands are on your face, pulling you in for a searing kiss, the sun beating down on both of you as his lips move against yours. His tongue pushes into your mouth, exploring you, massaging yours with his own. You pull him to fall back with you onto the lounge chair, giggling at his surprised expression and kissing him again. You feel John B’s hands caressing the bare skin of your stomach up to your tits, squeezing and letting out a low groan.

“Your skin’s so smooth and soft… So warm…”

“Thanks, Hannibal Lecter,” you mutter sarcastically between kisses.

John B lets out a quiet laugh, his lips moving to your neck. You’ve always been so out of his limit, so out of reach. And all he ever wanted was a taste. And now, here you are, lying beneath him, arms wrapped around him as he kisses you. He leaves a trail of kisses down your chest, running his tongue along one of your nipples, groaning to himself, his cock straining against the shorts he wears. You palm at him over the fabric, making him bite down gently on the skin of your stomach. This is everything he’s ever dreamed of. He only ever took this job to be close to you. And now? Here he is.

He watches as you tug at his shirt, tossing it aside, your swimsuit bottoms and his shorts and boxers following suit within mere moments. John B kisses lower and lower before he licks a stripe along your pussy, making you moan his name in the way he always fantasized. Hiking your legs over his shoulder, he continues, gripping your thighs as he eagerly laps at your folds. You taste so fucking sweet, so perfect, and God, the noises you make? He thinks, given the chance, he could cum from this alone. But not today. Today, he wants to have you for real.

Your fingers tug at John B’s hair as he moves to mouth at your puffy clit, taking the swollen bud between his lips and suckling, your entire body arching up against him. But he pulls away just as you’re about to feel that high that you’ve been chasing for the last several minutes. You glare at him, but before you can say anything, he’s pushing his fat cock inside you, his eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of finally having you. You wrap your legs around his waist, keeping your gaze trained on his, watching the lazy, almost intoxicated smile that spreads across his face as he ruts against you. He’s so fucking thick, more than any guy you’ve been with before. And the feeling of his thumb rubbing at your clit as he fucks you like you’ve never been fucked in your entire life…

It doesn’t take very long for you to reach your peak, white hot pleasure washing over your body as John B fucks you through your climax. He moves his hands to squeeze at the soft flesh of your ass, kneading it between his palms as his lips capture yours in another kiss, one that you eagerly return. Your second orgasm starts building, that coil in your stomach starting to wind as John B moves faster and faster, hips pistoning against yours at a nearly inhumanly fast pace.

He pulls out just as you reach your peak, spilling himself all over your stomach with a loud groan of your name, the two of you sitting there for a long moment, just gazing at each other and basking in the afterglow of your shared pleasure.

“Will you…”

“Yeah,” you nod, resting a hand on his cheek, “Yeah, John B. I’ll be your girlfriend.”

Just then, you hear Rafe and Topper’s voices, the two of you scrambling to go below deck and hide, leaving your clothes behind in your haste, giggling at your brother’s confusion, wondering whose fucking shit is all over the deck.

Why would you two bother grabbing them anyway? You and your new boyfriend are nowhere near done with each other yet.

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your-girl-mj · 8 months

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whiney when drunk [1610!miles × drunk!reader]

summary: [name] drinks too much, and miles has to face its consequences.

warning: mention of skintone, but i think it was harmless. kinda cringe, but she's drunk, so what can i say?

note: based on a scene from "Hidden Love" when the girl got drunk. she/her for reader, he/him for miles

created: august 7, 2023

published: august 9, 2023

first part | second part

miles were in the middle of his homework, and the paper is consist with equations and small doodles on the side. his head booping at the music from his headphones, tapping his pen every now and then.

his work came to a halt when his phone rang and the music stopped. the device moves the slightest as it vibrates on the hard surface of his desk.

checking the caller id, a smile tugged his lips, seeing it was his girlfriend. "hola, mamí." he greeted his eyes, caught the clock, and it was already nine, almost ten. "are you finished hanging out? want me to pick you up?" miles asked, already standing up from his seat.

miles knew it was [name] and her friend's outing since they all passed their finals. she asked him to come as well, but he still needs to finish his homework for college. "..hello?" a slur voice erupts from the device, making miles frown his brows in confusion. he struggled to put his suit on with one hand as the other held the phone.

"[name], are drunk?" he frowned. It's not like he's not allowing her to drink. he just doesn't want her to get drunk and feel horrible in the morning after. and of course, especially when there are boys in her friend group. "you said you don't drink."

"...i don't." she answered before a little giggle followed right after. "i miss my boyfriend..." her hand was leaning on a table. her vision is blurry, and her body seems to be disobedient today and does not help her balance. "my... adorable spidey—"

"okay, okay!" he cut her off his nervousness are rising up at the thought of his girlfriend exposing his identity because she's drunk, quickly putting his jordans in a bag as well as things he knew she'll need, then rushing to get his keys. "don't drink anymore, okay?"

"mm.." she hummed, looking around the restaurant. picking a food from her plate and eat it. her head is too fuzy to think straight and following the first thing that comes to her mind.

"can you tell me where you are?" miles rubs a hand over his face, a little disappointed that she drinks a little too much than she couldn't handle.

"[adress.]" she said in a slow and low voice. her eyes were dropping as it was only two hours before midnight.

"wait there, I'm on my way." he puts on his mask and jumps off his window. his other hand still cling on his phone.

"whhhyy?" she squint her eyes, tilting her head before she soon feels like her head is weighted two times heavier and presses her temple on the cold surface of the table, resting it there.

her friends calling her name in the background, but she paid no mind to them, wanting to only hear her boyfriend's voice.

"because I'm going to pick up a drunkard." with that miles hangup. leaving a very confused [name] on the other side.

"a what?" she sat up straight, migraine swirl in her head making her massage her head. "miles? hello?" looking at her phone, the girl only saw her lockscreen of her and miles. [name] clicked her tongue, "you can come here and you'll see me, but when i come there, i won't see you." she frowns at the image of miles in her phone. "you're so weird..."

"i'll be off," she announced to her friend group, taking her bag with a drowsy action. as she stood, her feet were giving her a hard time to walk straight.

a series of goodbyes are heard as she slowly walked her way out. pushing the door with all her left out strength, it didn't budge as she thought it would. "girl, how much did you drink?" the voice of a friend came to her side, helping her pull the door open.

"i don't know.." she blurb out, "miles is going to..pick me up, you don't have to come.." [name] lightly push her friend back to the entrance. "have fun in there.."

"no, no, no. I'll get back when your boyfriend shows up," her friend insisted, holding her arm to steady her body. "you okay?"

"no," [name] answered, getting out of her friend's grasp and crouching down with her head leaning on her knees. "i feel like throwing up..." her voice coming out as mumbled, her friend slowly rubbing circles on her back.

miles, finally in his civilian clothes; jogged up to where the said place is. a sigh left him as he saw his girl sitting down on the floor with a friend by her side.

"oh, hey! you're here," her friend greeted, noticing miles, standing up straight. [name] leaning her body into her friend's leg. "it was a mistake to make her drink, we're sorry."

"nah, it's good." he nods, then meets his girl's eye level. [name] slowly lift her head up and meet his disappointed face. the girl only scoffed at him, frowning.

"who are you?" her eyes squinted as she tried to look harder and tried to figure out why he looked familiar. miles couldn't stop a chuckle to get out.

"your boyfriend." he answered, his negative feelings are now gone. he waved back to her friend as she made her way inside.

"no, you're not." huffing, she turned away from him. still sitting down on the street.

"then, i'm a friend of your boyfriend."

"no, you're not... i only know one."

"and who is it?" he started to get along with whatever she had in her mind. slowly taking her hands, and tried to pull her up.

"ganke, and he's asian.. and white." she mumbled, standing up as he pulled her. miles came to a conclusion that she'll be an easy target for kidnapping. "and you're not white..." she leaned her body into his, taking a short nap. her voice is now talking nonsense.

"no, i'm not." he laughed, slowly taking her arm and guiding her on the way to take a cab. his other hand held tightly on her waist, not wanting her to fall. "you're whiny when you're drunk." shaking his head, a smile still plastered on his lips

it only took a short while before she protested, "don't touch me," scolding him, [name] pulled away from him and sat down once again, "i have a boyfriend. and i'm waiting for him.."

miles are smiling ear to ear as she refuses to take his hand because she thinks he is a stranger, "but i'm your boyfriend." he sat down as well. it was a good thing they stopped in a park with no people around.

"you are..?" she tilted her head, looking at him clearly now. miles only replied with a hum, nodding. [name] took his face and observed it carefully. miles thought she's getting more adorable as second pass by. "miles!" she broke into a grin, squeezing his face.

"hey!" he lightly greets her, mimicking her beam. "you finally recognise me," placing his hand aboves hers, he caresses the back of her palm.

"i missed youuu!" [name] whined, the alcohol is taking major effects. as tears coming out of her eyes, pouting at him, "but you don't miss me.."

"aw, mamí.. i missed you every day. " bring her hand to his lips, and he kissed her palm. smiling at her with a lovesick grin.

"you don't..." she cried, taking her hand away; wiping her eyes. miles blink at her, confused why would she think that way.

"i do, [nickname].." he took her hands again, rubbing it gently.

"you don't." her face is flushed, hazy eyes are fighting for consciousness. "you said we're gonna— we're gonna have a date and then... you cancelled..again!" she started to cry for the second time tonight. her voice cutting off on its own as it was hard for her to talk while sobbing. "you don't love me anymore..!"

what makes it worse, her sobs made her migraine throb much more. miles can only feel guilt in his chest. he chose not to explain it tonight since he knows she'll not remember anything and that he can focus on taking care of her. but how?

his head was in a fuzz, not knowing what to do. is this why she doesn't drink? "i do love you, [nickname]." she cried even harder, making miles in a full panic. "don't cry, don't cry, baby..." he pulled out wipes from his bag and wiped her face gently. "...how much did you drink?"

"dunno'... it was on a small cup. hehe, cute cup.." [name]'s face is red from her cries and the effect of the drinks. she stays still as miles clean her face, "i feel sick..."

"i know you do, let it out. you'll feel better," her boyfriend pulled out a plastic bag and held it for her.

"no! it's disgusting..." her eyes are now close, her head bopping before miles catching and made her lean into him. "i love you..." she mumbled, nuzzling on his chest. a pout is still present.

"i love you too, [nickname.]" he kisses her forehead, giving her a tight embrace, rocking her back and forth in slow motion. the guilt is still present.

"kiss?" she perk her lips up, wanting to give her a peck. miles waste no time to fulfil her wish and give her a short yet sweet kiss.

"you taste like booze." he commented. she's so wasted that she can't even feel her own feet.

she suddenly opened her eyes at him, her lips started to wobble and started to cry again, "i'm sorry...! i didn't mean toooo!" she sobbed.

miles could only blink at her, and a chuckle escaped him. "it's okay, mami. you're okay," a snort followed.

[name] looked at him betrayed, "you're laughing..." this made miles purse his lip, taking all his might to not laugh. "you're making fun of meeee," she then layed down on the cold floor, lazily swinging her arms.

who knew booze can change a whole person's personality?

miles did his best not to laugh, "no, i'm not laughing, [nickname]," he took her hands and carry her to her feet, the boy is biting down a grin as she kept looking at his face, "i'm not making fun of you, it's okay you got drunk."

"but you're mad!" she throws her head back, huffing. her head feels heavy all of a sudden, and everything is blurry like before. miles was quick to put a support behind her head, confused by what she meant.

"mad? why would i get mad?" Scooping her by her hips and back, miles carried her like a princess. he made sure his girl was comfortable before walking, doing his best to not sway too much.

[name] snuggled into his arms as he carried her, "on the phone.. you're mad because i got dru...nk ..." her voice trailed off, slowly getting others taken by sleep, "but i love you so..." with that, she's finally sleeping soundly on his chest.

miles smiled at her, she looks so beautiful even with a rough night like this. kissing her forehead, he replied to her words. "yo tambien te amo, mi vida." [i love you too, my life.]

should i make a "morning after" part?

edit: morning after part <3 here

#miles morales x y/n #miles morales x you #miles morales x reader #miles morales #across the spiderverse #spiderman #into the spider verse #miles morales fanfiction #miles morales fluff #miles morales fic

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tinytinyblogs · 4 months

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Is that me on your lockscreen?

They caught you putting their pic on your lock screen.

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Chan

Chan discovered this when you accompanied him while he was immersed in his thoughts. As you headed to the restroom, his eyes landed on your phone lying on the table. It would have been insignificant, but then you received a notification, and he caught a glimpse of his photo on your lockscreen. Whatever had been occupying his thoughts at the time instantly faded away, replaced by a broad, gleeful grin. He felt as if he were floating, his heart overflowing with the knowledge that you reciprocated his deep love and affection. He could see it plainly in your eyes. In that moment, he realized that he was not merely attracted to you; he had become a simp for you, his heart completely captivated by your charms. Despite the interruption to his work, Chan's annoyance dissolved into pure joy upon seeing your phone. His mind, initially focused on the task at hand, was now consumed by the image of his own face adorning your lockscreen.

The realization that you held him in such high regard sent a jolt of euphoria through his veins, causing him to grin uncontrollably. As you returned to the room, his smile remained, radiating an infectious warmth that enveloped you. Without a word, he pulled you into a comforting embrace, his eyes drawn to your phone once again. While you were engrossed in the digital world, he silently observed your every move, his heart overflowing with gratitude for your love. When his gaze met your lockscreen for the second time, he couldn't contain his emotions any longer. A torrent of sweet words cascaded from his lips, expressing his profound love and admiration for you. His voice, laced with tenderness and affection, echoed through the room, creating a symphony of love that resonated with your soul. "My brain might be short-circuiting from all the love you give me, hence the idiotic smile. Don't judge."

Minho

Minho, known for his casual and often unannounced phone borrowings, once again had your phone in his possession. With a nonchalant tap on the screen, his eyes fell upon his own image gracing your lockscreen. It was a photograph captured without his knowledge, yet there he was, frozen in a candid moment that radiated an undeniable charm. A wave of inexplicable happiness washed over Minho, momentarily silencing his teasing nature. His mind, usually sharp and quick-witted, seemed to stumble, unable to formulate the playful jabs he had initially intended. Instead, he found himself lost in the depths of your affection, the simple act of using your phone revealing a level of intimacy that sent his heart aflutter. The unexpected discovery of his own image on your lockscreen was like a gentle caress to his soul, awakening a blossoming flower within him.

It was a testament to your unspoken affection, a silent declaration of love that resonated with his own burgeoning emotions. Minho, unable to contain his excitement any longer, rushed towards you, pulling you into a warm embrace. As he held you close, he confessed his desire for your affection, his voice filled with sincerity and warmth. His heart, brimming with love for you, overflowed with the urge to shower you with his adoration. Later, when the opportunity arose, Minho couldn't resist the urge to tease you about his newfound simp status. With a playful grin, he revealed that he had secretly changed his own lockscreen to a picture of you. It was a subtle yet powerful gesture, a testament to the depth of his feelings for you. "I just know you can't resist my charming presence for even a single second."

Changbin

Changbin, with a heart brimming with pride and affection, decided to take matters into his own hands. He stealthily replaced his lockscreen with a picture of you, a radiant smile illuminating the screen. As he held his phone, his eyes gleamed with a newfound confidence, eager to unveil his precious treasure to the world. With a triumphant grin, he presented his phone to you, his chest puffing out like a proud peacock. "Look!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with childlike excitement. "I changed my lockscreen to you!" Later, as you and Changbin sat together, you absentmindedly reached for your phone, requesting him to pass it to you. As he handed it over, his eyes accidentally fell upon the lockscreen, revealing the image of his own smiling face. For a moment, Changbin was caught off guard, his large frame momentarily frozen in surprise.

Then, a grin slowly spread across his face, his eyes twinkling with delight. "You have me as your lockscreen too?" he chuckled, his voice filled with disbelief and amusement. Changbin, with his characteristic loud and boisterous personality, couldn't contain his excitement any longer. He proudly proclaimed that you two were a couple made in heaven, destined to be together forever. His voice boomed through the room, echoing his unwavering belief in your bond. Even among his friends, Changbin couldn't resist bragging about his newfound love. He regaled them with tales of your shared experiences, painting vivid pictures of your shared laughter, your deep connection, and the unbreakable bond that united you. Changbin found himself checking his phone more and more frequently, not just for notifications or calls, but simply to gaze at your image. It was a constant reminder of your presence, a soothing balm to his soul.

Han

Han, with his gentle heart and quiet demeanor, found himself caught in an unexpected whirlwind of emotions as you wordlessly handed him your phone. He was never one to crave attention, preferring to blend into the background, yet the moment his eyes fell upon his own image gracing your lockscreen, he felt a wave of shyness wash over him. His cheeks flushed a rosy hue, a stark contrast to his usual paleness. His heart fluttered like a hummingbird's wings, its rhythm echoing the depth of his affection for you. The sight of himself on your lockscreen, a testament to your unspoken love, sent a jolt of happiness through his veins. In that crowded moment, amidst the hustle and bustle of the outside world, Han felt a sense of vulnerability that he had never experienced before. His mind, usually calm and collected, seemed to malfunction, unable to process the surge of emotions that overwhelmed him. His eyes, usually calm and serene, sparkled with happiness, reflecting the depth of his feelings for you.

In that moment, Han was no longer just a simp; he was a man deeply in love. After sharing that tender moment, Han couldn't resist the urge to capture your beauty on his phone. He meticulously scrolled through his gallery, searching for the perfect image to represent your essence. Each photograph held a cherished memory, a moment frozen in time that he would forever treasure. As he searched, Han found himself torn between countless options. Each picture captured a different facet of your beauty, from your radiant smile to your captivating eyes. He wanted to choose an image that not only reflected your physical beauty but also embodied the warmth and kindness that radiated from within. Finally, after much deliberation, Han settled on a picture that captured your essence perfectly. It was a candid shot, taken in a moment of genuine joy. Your smile, as bright as the sun, illuminated the image, while your eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint. "Warning: Extreme levels of happiness detected! You've successfully infiltrated my entire life, even my phone screen."

Hyunjin

Hyunjin, with a heart brimming with love and admiration, approached you with a gentle smile, eager to share a thought that had been lingering in his mind. As he neared, he noticed your phone lying face up on the table, its screen illuminated by a soft glow. Curiosity piqued, he leaned in to take a closer look, only to be met with a sight that melted his heart and sent a jolt of joy through his veins. There, on your phone screen, was an image of him, captured in the midst of his artistic passion. His brush poised delicately in mid-air, his face aglow with concentration and creativity. But that wasn't all that caught Hyunjin's attention. As he looked around, he realized that his art was not just adorning your lockscreen but also gracing the homescreen. His paintings, each infused with his unique style and emotions, had become an integral part of your living space, adding a touch of vibrancy and personality to your surroundings.

Hyunjin, with his heart overflowing with love and affection, found himself glued to your side, an ever-present companion as you went about your day. His eyes followed your every move, his smile radiating warmth and adoration. Even the simplest tasks, when shared with you, transformed into moments of pure joy. Not content with mere sketches, Hyunjin began striking poses for you, playfully requesting that you capture his image. He wanted his very essence, his artistic soul, to be immortalized on your phone screen, a constant reminder of your love and admiration. And so, your phone became a virtual gallery of Hyunjin's art, each image a testament to his love and creativity. Your home, too, transformed into a living masterpiece, adorned with canvases depicting your shared moments, your laughter, and the unbreakable bond that united you. "I look damn good in this picture. Save it and let everyone know who owns your heart."

Felix

Felix, with his infectious energy and bubbly personality, bounced into the room, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. He had just finished a grueling game session and was eager to unwind, hoping to find a new distraction on your phone. As he approached you, his eyes fell upon your phone, resting face up on the table. With a playful grin, he reached out to grab it, eager to immerse himself in the digital world. However, the moment his fingers brushed against the screen, a surge of joy coursed through his veins, causing his eyes to widen in surprise. There, adorning your lockscreen, was a picture of him, captured in a candid moment that radiated his signature charm. His smile, wide and infectious, illuminated the screen, sending a jolt of happiness through Felix's heart. Overwhelmed with emotion, Felix let out a squeal of delight, his voice echoing through the room.

He instantly wrapped his arms around you, hugging you tightly as if to contain the surge of joy that threatened to overflow from his heart. His feet kicked up in the air, his body swaying to an inaudible rhythm as he danced around you, his laughter echoing through the room. The mere sight of his own image on your lockscreen had transformed his day, filling him with an inexplicable sense of happiness and validation. He would take candid shots of you when you were unaware, capturing your genuine smiles and unguarded moments. He would also take selfies of you together, preserving the precious memories you shared. He would proudly display them on his phone's lockscreen, his laptop's background, and even his social media profiles. His love for you was like a beacon, shining brightly for all to see. "See who just brightened up my screen? My favorite person in the world, of course! You have a way of making everything feel perfect."

Seungmin

Seungmin, with his characteristic stoicism, approached your phone with a nonchalant air. His expression remained unreadable, his eyes scanning the screen with a casual detachment. However, beneath the surface of his composure, a storm of emotions was brewing. As his eyes fell upon the image of himself adorning your lockscreen, a jolt of electricity surged through his veins. His heart pounded in his chest, a rhythm that mirrored the intensity of his love for you. Despite his best efforts to maintain his cool demeanor, a faint blush crept up his cheeks, betraying the undeniable excitement that fluttered within him. Internally, Seungmin was melting, his heart overflowing with a warmth that threatened to melt his usual icy exterior. The simple act of seeing his own image on your lockscreen was a powerful affirmation of your love, a silent declaration that you held him in the highest regard.

With a playful smirk, he feigned indifference, asking, "Oh, so you keep a picture of me on your phone? How many more do you have hidden away?" Seungmin, despite his cool demeanor, was a simp through and through. He reveled in the thought of you carrying his image with you, but he couldn't resist the urge to outdo your admiration. He carefully selected the bestest picture he thought would be on his screen, a picture that captured your essence perfectly. Upon discovering his secret, Seungmin would act like a fool, his cool persona momentarily dissolving into a flurry of embarrassment and delight. He would playfully tease you about your own admiration for him, pretending to be oblivious to the true extent of his own simpdom.

Jeongin

Jeongin, with his youthful charm and endearing personality, had developed a special habit with you. He loved capturing the moments you shared, creating a visual narrative of your love story through couple photos and aesthetic snapshots. These images served as tangible reminders of your shared experiences, preserving the precious memories that you had created together. Jeongin, like any young man, enjoyed having a cool photo as his lockscreen. He appreciated the aesthetics, the way a well-composed image could elevate his phone's appearance. However, there was something undeniably special about seeing his own face adorning your lockscreen. It filled him with a sense of pride and joy, knowing that you were proud to display him as your partner. When Jeongin first noticed his image on your lockscreen, he felt a surge of happiness that threatened to overwhelm him.

His heart pounded in his chest, a rhythm that mirrored the intensity of his love for you. A wide grin spread across his face, his eyes twinkling with delight. In that moment, Jeongin realized that the photo on your lockscreen represented more than just a picture. It was a symbol of your love, a declaration to the world that you were together. It was a reminder that you found him attractive, that you cherished the moments you shared, and that you were proud to call him yours. From that day forward, Jeongin cherished the habit of taking couple photos with you. Each image became a treasured memory, a snapshot of your shared journey. He would often find himself gazing at your lockscreen, admiring the way he and you looked together, feeling a surge of love and gratitude for the wonderful person you were. "Sure, others can try, but they'll never come close to the magic we have."

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bordysbae · 11 months

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“you’re on your own, kid.”

quinn hughes x f!reader

honestly i feel like this kinda makes no sense but oh well

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‘summer went away, still the yearning stays. i play it cool with the best of them. i wait patiently, he’s gonna notice me. it’s okay we’re the best if friends, anyway.’

“congratulations on graduating kiddo,” jack smiles down at you as he places your graduation cap on his head. you give him an annoyed look, before luke comes running over to you and engulfs you in the biggest hug you’ve ever felt. your feet lift off of the ground and as luke spins you around, you see quinn giving you a small smile from afar. only you and quinn know what happened during winter break at the lake house, but you know the feelings are still there. as you walk over to him, quinn gets entrapped in a conversation with ellen and some of her friends. you let out a sigh as he begins walking towards his car, but you know you’ll see him the next day at you and luke’s shared graduation party.

a few of quinn’s teammates came back home with him for a little, so most of quinn’s night was spent with his friends instead of paying attention to the real focus. your graduation. “hey where’d quinn go?” you ask jack, the middle hughes boy who’s practically a brother to you.

“he went with some friends to the bar, i don’t think he’s drinking though,” jack shrugs, before rejoining the conversation he was once in.

‘i hear it in your voice, you’re smoking with your boys. i touch my phone as if it’s your face.’

as it reaches later into the night, the party slowly dies down and quinn is yet to return to his childhood home. you make the five minute walk down the street to your house, continuously checking for any notification from quinn. as you finally settle down in bed, your phone begins ringing. you roll over and see quinn’s contact photo fill the screen.

your lips lift up slightly and you slide to accept the call. loud music can be heard but it’s muffled, so he must be outside. “hello?” you croak.

“y/n, hey!” a drunken, and slightly high too, quinn mutters into the phone. you let out a sigh, and greet him back.

“congrats on graduating! guys say congrats to y/n!” he shouts to his other friends. a mix of male and female voice congratulate you, and your heart just shatters. quinn didn’t call you on purpose, he’s just intoxicated and bored. eventually you get off the phone and look at your lockscreen. it’s a picture of you and the boys as little children on the lake. in the picture, quinn is looking down at you with a small smile, while luke and jack argue next to you both. you and quinn have always been the quieter ones of the mix, something that helped you two bond.

‘i didn’t choose this town, i dream of getting out. there’s just one who could make me stay. all my days. from sprinkler splashes to fireplace ashes, i waited ages to see you there. i searched the party of better bodies, just to learn that you never cared.’

the only thing you hated about leaving michigan was leaving both luke and the memories. you hate everything else about this state. the petty, small town drama has never been an acquired taste of yours. although you’re only moving one state over, it still feels like a fresh start for you. luke starts college the week after you, so the hughes family decided they want to help you move into college. besides quinn. quinn flys back to vancouver today, even when he has a solid two weeks left of off season.

you sigh as you get settled in your dorm, with luke and jack sitting on your new bed next to you. they wrap their arms around you for a picture, which ellen sends to the group chat you’ve had going for years now. quinn just hearts the image, not even typing a reply. luke and jack see your disappointed visage, and squeeze you a little tighter on their way out.

you and quinn have always talked about your futures from a young age. his dreams of going to the nhl, and yours of getting into college. you guys vowed to support each other no matter what, and you appear to have been the only one who kept that promise. you sat through his draft and even visited him in vancouver for his nhl debut. yet he chose to fly back to vancouver, for god knows what reason, instead of staying one extra day to help you move into college.

as both of your families, biological and chosen, leave you in your dorm room, you let out a deep sigh. the small photo collage on your dorm wall is full of pictures of you and the boys, only making the big change even harder. the only thought running through your head is how quinn is on a plane to vancouver while you’re going on your own path too. although he’s older and in the big leagues now, you never realized he’d be leaving you behind. you can’t help but wonder if maybe winter break was a mistake.

‘you’re on your own, kid. you always have been.’

#quinn hughes #quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes blurb #quinn hughes x reader #hockey blurb #hockey imagine #jack hughes #jack hughes imagine #luke hughes imagine #luke hughes

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chanshoesunite · 2 years

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Making yourself cum on Chan's arm

GENRE: smut, snark, idk arm kink?

WORD COUNT: 2223

Author’s Note (Co-curator Tortoise): This image has been living in my head rent free ever since they posted it. It is my lockscreen for heavens sake!! I have been imagining riding his arm EVERY DAY and it's just not healthy at this point. If you are like me, welcome, please leave a message so we can descend into madness together.

WARNINGS: rated M (minors do not engage!), masturbation, petting

„Oh my fucking GOD!“, you exclaim while staring at your phone. Luckily, no one is around, so you do not have to share the cause for your excitement – and despair. Chan has just posted a selfie with Changbin in the group chat “zoo and keeper 💪🐺🐰” between you three and Changbin’s girlfriend.

“Had a good set today~” was the accompanying text.

“Why would he do this to me”, you are absolutely stunned, while also knowing for sure that he has no idea what such a picture would do to you, seeing as you are simply the boys’ flatmate.

You wish you were more than that, so you could write something like Changbin’s girlfriend: “Tell Changbin I need him at my place urgently – it’s for sex reasons.”

You snort and think: “Same, girl. But we can’t all have fit as fuck boyfriends. Some of us have to suffer as singles while living with a perfectly eligible bachelor.”

However, you write: “EEEEWWWW, did NOT need to know this, will purge this from my memory in 3 – 2 – 1 – hey Changbin I have a weird feeling I won’t be seeing you around tonight so don’t forget to put the bins out tomorrow!!”

The ensuing snark in the chat has you grinning and helps you push The Picture out of your mind. It’s late in the afternoon on a Saturday so you decide to live it up and watch a Netflix documentary about some murder cult to distract yourself further. It works, but not for long, because inevitably Chan comes home, all by his lonesome and handsome self.

“Hey, what are we watching?”, he asks, flopping down on the sofa next to you once he has deposited his gym bag in his room. You risk a quick glance at him. Yep, still slightly wet hair from his shower, arms still pumped, veins still popping. God is testing you today.

“People being murdery”, you gesture vaguely at your glass and Chan helpfully reaches over to hand it to you. “Thanks.”

Your fingers brush his wonderfully warm skin and you take a breath and another peek. You notice something on his left hand and – damn it, damn yourself for not resisting – you grasp it lightly to take a closer look. His large hands are calloused, but surprisingly soft. You already knew that and you shamelessly relish the chance of touching him now under the guise of checking out the raw spot on his palm.

“And how did that happen?”, you wonder, “I thought you had callouses for dayyyys”, you stretch the sound while standing up to get some ointment.

“Ah, yeah”, he says shyly, rubbing his head, shouting after you, “you knaur, I guess I didn’t put my straps on properly.”

“Heh, strap-on”, you tease automatically as you walk back, cream in hand. You open the tube and put a pea-sized portion on his reddened skin. “Would’ve thought that makes you raw in other areas.”

“Oh my gosh, YN”, he laughs, letting his head fall back against the couch, then looking up cheekily, “I guess it depends how you use it?”

You huff a laugh, focusing on gently rubbing in the cream – fuck, you love doing this. You try not to make it last too long or be too sensual, but you cannot help but enjoy the texture of his skin under your fingers. You draw little circles on the redness, then use the cream to slightly push into the surrounding muscles of his hand as well.

“I’m not sure you know how to use a strap-on properly then! Best stick to the straps you know – and come find me if your callouses get defeated by your recklessness again.”

You pretend as if you want to get rid of the last bits of cream and travel your fingers up his sleeveless underarm, cruising his prominent veins for a few seconds. Then you quickly pull back and look at the TV screen again. Your fingers are warm from where you touched Chan’s arm, and you have to clench your hand to get rid of the tingly feeling in them. You brush your lips with the same hand that just touched Chan in a nervous tic, which only serves to make you even more nervous when you notice what you are doing and that Chan is still watching you. You pull your hand away from your mouth immediately.

“What?”, you ask, trying to play it cool, because obviously there is nothing to get all bothered by.

“Thanks”, he says simply, with a wide, happy smile. You feel like you could turn into putty when he smiles this way and you yearn to be moulded into something new by him. How dare his mouth and arms work in tandem like that? You try to save yourself by dialling up the drama in your voice:

“Ugh, it’s alright, I guess, all in a day’s work for a saint like me. I do accept alms in the form of chocolate and cash” – and cock, you add in your head, which makes you roll your eyes at yourself and back at the TV but you do catch a glimpse of Chan licking his lips before replying:

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

And you could bicker further, but his low voice took on a weird tone (playful, but sexy? Suggestive? Oh, lord!) and you have literally no spoons left to contain your horniness, so you try to ignore the gorgeous presence next to you and focus on murder.

***

Four hours later you wake up, with a weight on you in unfamiliar places. You have somehow managed to partly drape yourself over Chan –you are spooning into him, holding his left arm hostage like your favourite plushie. His t-shirt is wet where you drooled on him, his head is resting above you. You are surprised to find him asleep, considering his insomniac tendencies.

Still quite dazed, you relish the feeling of his upper arm and side against your body. You lie there, just existing, enjoying this fleeting moment, listening to Chan’s calm breaths, the beating of his heart that you could swear you can feel from where his muscular arm is pressed against you.

When he moves in his sleep, you unwillingly relent your grip. Better to let him turn freely than wake him up. But he doesn’t move away – at least, not the way you expected. He grumbles, flexing his triceps as he slides his arm down. His arm is now lying between you and him, his hand is resting on your thigh, which you have tucked up against you, turning you into a little croissant.

On instinct, you slightly open your legs to let his hand in. You wonder what the hell you are doing. He hooks his hand between your thighs. You wonder what the hell HE is doing. Chan pulls you closer with an ease that both delights and disgusts you in the best possible way. You don’t breathe. He doesn’t let go. His hand is now nicely sandwiched between your legs. His fingers squeeze the meaty part of your thigh, tantalizingly close to your pussy. You lift your head, trying to look in his face. Is he still asleep? Are you his plushie now? Have you died and gone to heaven?

He seems peacefully asleep and you lie back down carefully. You are now much closer to him. You feel hot and a bit shivery. His fingers continue to flex in obviously involuntary movements, his synapses firing in deep sleep. Your eyes drift shut with pleasure.

It feels good. His touch, his proximity, this entire situation. You are taut as a bowstring from excitement. You experimentally touch Chan’s upper arm again, holding on, gently stroking the exposed skin with your thumb. He is so soft and his muscles so thick you could sink your teeth into them.

With the smallest gasp, you cannot help but roll your hips into his hand, very carefully, to cause that sweet friction you have been denied so far. Lightning strikes through your clit into your stomach.

“Oh shit”, you think, “oh shit, I shouldn’t have done that.”

Because you cannot stop yourself now. Chan’s heady closeness, his smell, his warmth, his fingers and now your own naughty movement have pushed you over an edge and you have to keep rolling, rocking yourself into him. You try to hold back, to be as soft as you can. You make a keening sound, nearly inaudible. You feel like you are being set on fire.

And then Chan turns over and captures you tightly. He rotates the arm between your legs so his hand is splayed on your arse cheek, holding on. His other arm comes down on your other side. He hovers over you, his elbows propping him up while his free hand snakes under your head to grab you in the nape of your neck. You cannot escape from the tight space he has created.

You suck in a shocked breath, your eyes snap open. His face is so close. Before you can move or say anything, try to explain yourself, he grins down at you.

“I knew you liked my arms, YN”, his voice is hoarse and quiet, laced with satisfaction, “I just didn’t know you liked them that much.”

“I’m so sorry”, you say with a panicked look on your face, trying to squirm out of his grasp, “I didn’t think…I didn’t mean to…”

Chan neither lets you finish your sentence nor continue your futile struggle against the virtual wall he has created with his body. He flexes the arm between your legs up against your crotch, squeezing your bum tightly.

“Fffuuuhhck”, you let out a broken moan from the sudden stimulation and your eyes drift shut again. This is what you needed. All the little movements you dared to make before cannot compare in any way to this. Chan’s large hand on your neck squeezes slightly.

“I like it when you swear”, Chan says, looking down at you, relenting the pressure of his arm and then pushing in again, making you gasp, bucking your hips, “and I like it when you use me. So, go on, YN…use me.”

You decide that this is the most realistic sex dream you ever had and to just fucking go with it. You pull Chan’s head down to cover his plump lips with soft kisses. He opens his mouth for you and it feels like he is ready to devour you. When his tongue touches yours for the first time, you feel like you might cum on the spot. His lips and tongue seem to tease you, promising more pleasure.

Your other hand grabs his arm, feeling his magnificent muscles straining to give you as much friction as you need. You start riding his arm slowly but with strength behind every roll of your hips.

“Come on, YN, I can take it.”

It’s dizzying. You pick up your pace, and soon there is no rhythm to your movements anymore, just plain wanton need to feel more. You are moaning into his mouth as he lets his tongue play with yours.

“That’s right, just like that. You have been holding back for so long, being all proper with me, I am so glad you are finally letting loose, you look fucking beautiful, my little princess.”

His low voice, his self-assured tone is driving you closer to your peak, and Chan can tell by your frantic movements and sounds. He kisses your lips, down your jaw. He squeezes your arse and your nape as he growls into your ear: “Keep going, baby girl. Cum on me.”

Yes, this is what you needed.

With a throaty moan you press your wet pussy against his strong underarm and ride out your orgasm, whimpering nonsense. Chan leans his forehead against yours, whispering how sexy you are while you spasm under him.

After what feels like millenia, you go limp. You are breathing hard, still making little noises as you come down from your high.

“Oh, fuck me, oh, that was so good”, you gasp.

Chan lies down next to you and pulls you in tight. He nuzzles your neck and you can feel his grin.

“Yeah? I think so too. Very hot. I especially liked it when you said I am your own personal Adonis.”

You groan and hide your face in your hands.

“I did say that didn’t I?! This is all the fault of. That. Picture.”

You turn around and accentuate your words with pinches to his shoulder and biceps. Chan laughs and catches your hand before it can pinch any further, kissing your fingers.

“You knaur, I never thought this would happen, but I am very happy it did”, he turns a little serious and looks into your eyes intently. “I think you are really cool and hot. And I would like to do this again. Maybe you will find some other parts of me even more enjoyable.”

You cock an eyebrow, making a show of looking him up and down.

“Hm, you think so, do you? Well, you muscular, arrogant, delectable, little shit, I will be the judge of that!”

And with that you attack his lips and push your hand down his pants to reward him for his existence in general and the orgasm he gifted you in particular.

#author tortoise #i am a simple woman #i see arms veins and muscles - i want to worship them #bangchan smut #bang chan smut #bangchan imagine #bang chan imagine #straykids smut #bangchan x reader #bang chan x reader #chanshoesunite #chan smut #stray kids smut #skz smut #bang chan scenarios #chan x reader #stray kids fanfic #bang chan fanfic

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dead-dove-yandere · 6 days

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Yandere x insecure reader

Yandere who change his completely opposite personality (from non chalant and rigid to cheery and chaos personality where he ofcourse force himself) as what his darling wants, so that he could look like her previous ex, where they dating but the darling didnt get the vibe(?) And sometimes call him by her previous ex by accident, but he understand her, everytime darling feel doubt about their relationship (since she felt unloved except she receive affection from her ex and because she doesnt have feelings), he would always think some kind like "its okay she see him as someone else, he'll be the one who love her for who she is" he tried to convince his darling by keeping up the positive vibe but actually he try very hard to brush his negative thought. I hope youre understand T_T

Hello I am back!! Think I’m better now, touch wood. I have to get into the habit of writing everyday now again so please bear with me if I’m slow!! Im really sorry it took so long and thank you for being patient.

I wrote this as Noah and kinda did so that they know each other already but the darling doesn’t know he’s stalking them - hope that’s alright!! And I hope that I got your idea right too. My brain is still fuzzy 😔

TW: Stalking, obsession, manipulation

You smile at Noah as you spot him across the cafe and you hold your hand up to wave. He smiles when he spots you and holds up his hand to wave back as you walk over to his table. Is that a new shirt he’s wearing? It looks just like… you try to banish the image of your ex out of your mind as you sit down across from Noah.

“Hi!” You greet. “Traffic was hell.”

“Hey,” he says back, his voice deeper than usual. It was obvious he was putting on a voice, but you felt awkward mentioning it.

“How have you been? Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m okay,” you say, an uneasy waver tainting your words. “Same old.”

“You still think about Adam?” Noah asks, a sympathetic smile on his face. He’s trying to sit up straight but he’s wringing his hands, resisting the urge to pick at the skin around his nails.

“It doesn’t matter,” you say, dismissively. “I should’ve… well, I could have been a better partner to him. You know?” Noah’s brow knits together and he leans closer, his smile faded.

“You did your best - if he couldn’t appreciate that, then that’s not your fault.” It was your turn to give a pathetic smile.

“Thanks, Adam,” you said without thinking. Your eyes widen and you quickly cover your mouth with your hand.

“Sorry - Noah. Oh my god.”

“No, hey, it’s -“

“I’m so sorry, Jesus, I shouldn’t have-“

“Hey, hey, it’s alright! You’ve got him on your mimd. It happens.” You shakily let out a sigh and nod.

“Yeah,” you agree. “Yeah. Erm, sorry. You’re right.” Your heart is pounding a million miles an hour, your mind racing as you prayed that the ground would just swallow you up and you’d be out of this nightmare. You could feel Noah’s eyes on you, inspecting you, and you tried not to think of any and every flaw that you had picked apart in the mirror after your ex left, trying to figure out why he never gave you the affection you were desperate for.

Noah, meanwhile, looked calm outside, but inside he was bursting with joy. He could hardly believe it - you had, for a split second, thought that he was your ex. After so much work, so many hours reviewing the footage he had of you and Adam together, recreating every outfit, changing his hair, his cologne, his voice, anything and everything he could think of, he’d done it - he was one step closer to being the man you loved. Only he knew he could be even better once he had you and treated your right. He checked his phone and out of your view, looked at his lockscreen; a picture of you and Adam together when you were still dating. Only this time, Noah could finally imagine that it was him in the photo next to you. Not the bastard ex that made you so insecure in the first place.

Dividers Credit: See Pinned Post

#yancore #yandere #yandere blog #yandere fic #yandere imagines #yandere oc #yandere x darling #yandere drabble #yandere oc x reader #Ask #Story #Noah

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razzafrazzle · 25 days

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redraw of my Personal Favorite eris and geo image that has been my lockscreen for two years now i think. original below the cut

[image description: a drawing of two original characters, eris and geo, in a dimly lit room. eris, a short, pale-skinned demon with buzzed bright red hair, is squeezing geo's pec and looking deviously at the viewer while geo, a tan-skinned taller muscular man with an eyepatch over one eye and an opened button-up shirt, is seemingly talking to someone off-screen. end id]

fun fact apparently i drew this original one on 9/11

[image description: the original version of the drawing from 2022. end id]

#every year i wind up drawing geo chubbier. it rules actually #id like to think ive gotten better at drawing features lately #like you can actually tell that geo isnt white now #at least. i think #i hope everyone turns their attention to eris's Classic Sims 4 Eyeball Ring #i know no one likes that ring but I Do Okay. bc my sims dress like goobers #doc talks #my art #my characters

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autisticbokutoenthusiast · 6 months

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in celebration of the finale: my top 3 moments from each only friends character so far

we did top and mew, next: BOSTON

*top moments here means moments that had me screaming and pointing at my laptop like the leo meme*

5. bitchmode activated

obsessed with this moment. like hes watching his kinda mentally fucked up friend get more mentally fucked up and decides NOW is the time to call him a burden. iconic, the perfect way to hurt rays feelings in this moment too. and the way hes smiling while hes plotting it... so iconic this moment happened in episode 1 part 1 but has stuck with me ever since

4. *bitchy shrug*

again, just iconic. this whole scene actually, but this moment was just incredible. the journey boston takes after ray reveals he knows about bostontop is its own thing, and this being a turning point from defense to offense was great. like boston being willing to try to reason with ray, the only other member of the friendgroup who appears to be into casual sex, only to get slutshamed and dehumanized in return, taking a split second before turning the tables on ray, incredible. no one can hurt ray quite like boston and its fascinating each time. ray shows up mad at boston for being a bad friend and leaves crying and believing hes the bad friend instead, and all set off by that little shrug? perfect.

3. WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?

one thing i love about boston is him being clear he isn't into relationships. like he doesnt pretend to be just to fuck people before dumping them, he is upfront about what he wants out of an interaction and still gets painted as the bad guy. so i LOVE this moment cause honeslty? free my man from people falling in love with him. "i never asked you to love me" such a banger line to say. the frustration over what i assume is years of having his words not believed or disregarded by guys hes slept with, years of slutshaming, you let it out babe.

2. fucking top

controversial i know but who else couldve done this???? like you can argue about how to label this action but one thing you cannot disagree with was that it was iconic. like one thing about boston, he will never be boring and thats why its a top character moment for me. it happens 1/4 of the way through the show and is only starting to be resolved as we get to the finale. absolute boss move. also seeing all the ways he tries to justify it, from it being just bad timing, to "i was just borrowing him" fucking amazing.

having nick as his background

again this is a list of moments that made me scream cry shake etc and this moment.... sorry to my neighbors but this had me entering a new dimension of noise. like portraits are his art, his self expression, the way our boy who doesnt like leaving traces of his own life captures a moment in someone elses forever, but this one imo is as much a reflection of nick as it is of boston. like nick is the only subject but boston is all over that image to me and the way it hangs in his darkroom and is then removed only to come back as the lockscreen. the way this is revealed in the scene where boston comes back to nick after making it clear he wants nothing to do with nick, nick means nothing to him, was never going to mean anything AND YET. im not gonna go on cause much better spoken bostonnick enthusiasts already have but fuck man, i love this picture. i love that is was his lockscreen on his broken but salvagable phone. top moment fr.

#only friends the series #boston only friends #bostonnick

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imagine-knb · 13 days

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I saw this in a YouTube short and thought it was a brilliant scenario! Person A steals the phone of person B and replaces the lock screen photo with a naughty picture of themselves, puts the phone back in an easy to find place, and waits for person B's reaction (within the confines of there home obviously, noone else needs to see that.) I want S/O to do this prank to the GOM boys to see how they would react.

Kuroko: You'd never seen him slap his phone back down onto the table so quickly before. Kuroko takes a brief second to recompose himself, taking a breath before slowly peeking at his lockscreen again. When he sees your nude on the screen, you hear his breath hitch.

"____-chan, please... You can't just tease me like this."

Kise: It's like it happens in slow motion. Kise flips his phone over, glancing down at the screen. The image of you scantily clad in your lingerie has him pausing. He stares for a few seconds too long, his face slowly going through every shade of red. There's a whine in the back of his throat.

"When did you take this? Do you have more?"

Aomine: He almost doesn't notice at first, but when he does, Aomine is slow to react. He lifts a brow, expression changing from curious to devious as he smirks down at the picture. After a few seconds, you see him trying to zoom in, a light snicker leaving his lips when he realizes you're watching his reaction.

"You know I'm keeping this as it is now, right?"

Midorima: His first reaction upon seeing your nude picture was to clutch his phone close to his chest, as if there were people nearby that were eavesdropping. He eyes instantly pinpoint onto you, glaring with his lips downturned into a frown. He holds his phone up to you, shaking it.

"Ch-change it back! I don't want other people seeing this!"

Murasakibara: The sucker held between his lips drops a bit as his jaw goes slack. That, accompanied with the slight tinting of red on his cheeks, is the only indication Murasakibara gives you that you've caught him by surprise. Before you can fully gauge his reaction, he's putting his phone away into his pocket.

"Huh? Change it back? No way, ____-chin. It's my favorite now."

Akashi: The slow exhale of breath he lets out is your only clue that he's been caught off guard. Akashi's lips slowly curl up into an amused smile. When his phone screen goes dark, he taps on it just to get another look at the picture. His eyes flicker over to yours, catching your gaze.

"Looks like I've found a gift."

#kuroko #kise #aomine #midorima #murasakibara #akashi #gom

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softtcurse · 1 year

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to my old ways, dumb decision (1)

story of a stripper and someone she loves.

*this is a 18+ fic, do not interact if you are underage; this fic contains mentions of drugs, manipulation, sex, and depression.

This is purely fiction.

Sleazin' and teasin', I'm sittin' on him

All of my diamonds are drippin' on him

I met him at the bar, it was 12 or somethin'

I ordered two more wines, 'cause tonight, I want him

“You have to get up”

“I don’t have to do anything” She mumbled. Eyes wide open, her arms laid limp by her side.

“YN please-“ Her bestfriend pleaded.

“Please leave me alone”

The sound of clicking heels echoed in her head. She could feel the crack in her lips, surely chapped enough to where they were bleeding. A sarcastic laugh left her lips as she felt the warm tears slide down her heated cheeks. Her right dress still adorned her body. Heavy heels still on her feet.

How long had it been anyways? Days? Maybe a few weeks. It could be a few hours and it would still feel all the same.

Phone cracked, the cruel image of his picture on her lockscreen still teasing her almost. The residue of the substance she had used just a few hours prior still lingered in her system.

What a joke.

She wanted to be mad at him, she did. How could he blame him?

YN’s hand blindly reached for her phone. His contact name was the first thing her eyes laid on, and the last thing she saw before she had her eyes closed again, the ringing on the FaceTime sound resounding in the trashed room.

It was the same routine every night.

“Im sorry” She croaked out. Her eyes stinging with very salty tears again. A sob racking over her body as she tried to justify why she would be calling him again.

“Please don’t hang up, I can’t sleep without you on the phone. I’m scared, please?” she pleaded at him. He hadn’t said a word to her. But she could feel his disappointment through the screen. Her eyes were still squeezed shut. Disgusted with herself, humiliated that she was in this shit position again. To hear his voice even just for a second was all worth it.

“Why do you do this to yourself?” She heard a tired Jack reply. She could hear his hands run over his face. The way he lowered the volume of whatever beat was playing so he could hear her better. “It’s been a month YN, I’m not playing this stupid fucking game with you anymore. I told you this”

A sad smile dispersed through her features. She laid her head on her arm. The smell of the club still on here, the adrenaline slowly going away.

She didn’t respond to him. She just listened to him shuffling on the other end. His presence brought peace to her being. Heavy eyes fluttered and before she knew it YN was fast asleep.

The fact that he stayed on the phone with her until he was sure she was safe and knocked out made it all worth it.

His hesitation to hit the ‘end’ button was harder.

She wouldn’t call him again after that.

A little context if you care to listen

I find myself in a shit position

The man that I love sat me down last night

And he told me that it's over, dumb decision

And I don't wanna feel how my heart is rippin'

In fact, I don't wanna feel, so I stick to sippin'

And I'm out on the town with a simple mission

In my little black dress, and this shit is sittin'

She watched as Jack’s eyes shut in pleasure. His lips twitched as she took him around her mouth. Soft plush lips pressing against the vein underneath his dick. Her glittery gloss smeared. Eyes never left his, even when his eyes shut closed hers stayed. Soft hands slid up and down his chest.

A true reformed addiction, his only addiction.

“Fuck baby” She heard him hiss.

“Feel good?” A hum escaped her lips.

“Fuck I love you”

slowly she closed her eyes.

Just a heart broke bitch, high heels, six inch

In the back of the nightclub, sippin' champagne

I don't trust any of these bitches I'm with

In the back of the taxi, sniffin' cocaine

Drunk calls, drunk texts, drunk tears, drunk sex

I was lookin' for a man who was on the same page

Now it's back to the intro, back to the bar

To the Bentley, to the hotel, to my old ways

Opening them again she found yourself in the same dress she was wearing that night, tight corset top. Matching thigh highs and thick 6 inch heels.

“We need to talk”

“Can we do it after my set? I gotta go up in a bit”

“No we’re doing this now”

YN nervously picked at the skin around her hands. Perfectly French tipped acrylics now chipped.

She nodded her head and followed him to the back of the skin. Music pounding and sweaty bodies. Her ear drums could collapse from how loud the music was pumping. Never in life did she feel the anxiety that racked over her body like she did right now. Her heart was damn near showing out of her chest from how fast her body was pumping blood through her body. They both found themselves in the back areas of the club. Jack’s entourage close by as if they themselves knew the conversation that was going to take place.

“I missed you” YN said, her arms came to wrap around his body. Inhaling the scent of his cologne. Her was warm, despite his hard gaze. Maybe it was her holding on to the last few moments she could spend with him. Almost as if she knew from the beginning that it was all leading up to this.

The sex, the dates, the love bombing she expressed to him just so he wouldn’t leave.

Naive.

His arms slowly came to wrap around her waist. She was so pretty, makeup done perfectly as always. Jack could see her under eyeliner was smudged a bit. But it just gave a look to her that was more than addicting, any man would be so lucky.

However the moment was cut short. His hands came to her waist and pushed her back. His eyes softened a little bit as he watched her wince a little. The rejection of his touch was a little too much for her to bare.

“Sit” he nodded his head towards the private booth.

YN nodded, she switched her eyes from him to his group of friends. She recognized Urban and waved at him. He offered her a pity smile and looked away from her.

“Jack-“

“I dont think this is going to work YN” He interrupted her. His eyes traveled down to his PG ring. Not even wanting to face her.

It was getting a little heavier to breathe in the room. YN’s breath hitched. She knew, she fucking knew. However she wanted to speak, her body wouldn’t let her. Clammy hands gripped the bottom of her dress.

Knuckles turning a small white color from how hard she was tripping.

“I need stability, I want to settle down and- and I don’t think you’re ready for that” He finally looked at her. Jack could see her hardened teary eyes. The bright lights brought out the innocence in them. Jack swallowed hard and motioned his hands around the club. “This is your life style YN. I’m 24, I need a woman that’s willing to start acting like an adult”

“You don’t get to decide that for me! I am an adult!” YN stood up. A few people passing by snapped their heads to the commotion coming from the booth.

“You’re right, I don’t get to decide that for you, but I can decide that for me” Jack snapped. His teeth clenching down. YN could see the vein on his neck sticking out. He looked so good, even when he was scolding her for whatever he decided to scold her.

Even while he was breaking her heart, she wanted him.

'Cause I don't wanna feel how I did last night

I don't wanna feel how I did last night

Doctor, doctor, anything, please

Doctor, doctor, have mercy on me, take this pain away

You're asking me my symptoms, doctor, I don't wanna feel

Toke this joint how I'm blowin' this steam

Back to my ways like 2019

Not 24 hours since my ex did dead it

I got a new man on me, it's about to get sweaty

Last night really was the cherry on the cake

Been some dark days lately and I'm finding it crippling

Excuse my state, I'm as high as your hopes

That you'll make it to my bed, get me hot and sizzling

If I take a step back to see the glass half full

At least it's the Prada two-piece that I'm trippin' in

And I'm already actin' like a dick, know what I mean?

So you might as well stick it in

“I’ve been thinking about it for days now, I talked to Urb and a few guys abou-“

YN sourly laughed.

“Your fucking friends knew you were planning on breaking up with me? Is that why you brought them with you tonight? You wanted a fucking audience?!” YN started pushing Jack’s chest. With each word. Jack raised his hands up. Not putting his hands on her, he would never do that to her.

“Is that why they’re fucking looking at me like a kicked stray? Huh?!” YN let her tears slip down. A few security started walking over to her. She knew they were Jack’s security but she didn’t stop her verbal banter. “You’re disgusting Jack Harlow! You used me to get off! A fucking bitch to stick your dick in for a couple of months and then when I’m not the classy bitch you want to marry and have kids with you dump me?!”

“Ma’am-“ The tall security man pulled her hand.

“Ey man, don’t touch her. Chill out” Jack protested.

“Fuck you!” YN yelled at Jack. Seeing him defend her even after what he said sent a chill down her spine. She tugged her hand away from the security.

Two other dancers YN knew came over. Their faux concern didn’t faze YN. She knew they didn’t really care about her.

“Whats going on?” Candy, the strawberry blonde asked. Eyeing Jack and smacking her watermelon flavored bubblegum. “You okay sweetie?” She asked YN. She was just being nosey.

“Im fine-“

“Come on YN” The raven haired stripper next to Candy, named Xandra tugged in YN’s arm. “You shouldn’t be here begging him for anything. Looks like he got what he wanted and now he’s done. Men like this aren’t new to this scene”

“You aren’t gonna sit here and disrespect me-“

YN watched numbly as PG started walking over, noticing the commotion and looking out for their boy.

“What like you disrespected her?” Candy sourly laughed and pointed a red acrylic nail at Jack. “You don’t get to come in our work and tell us what to do”

“Dre said he’d give us a discount if you came with us, come on let’s go. He’s waiting with the stuff” Jack heard Xandra whisper to YN. Who just looked at Jack. Urban and the rest of his entourage finally arriving to where Jack and his security where standing.

“YN, no” Jack began as he heard Xandra.

“Don’t talk to her, let’s go” Candy snapped at Jack. Rolling her eyes and turning around with Xandra. Pulling a quiet YN by her arm.

Jack’s heart felt heavy. Watching the three of them disappear to the back.

Just a heart broke bitch, high heels, six inch

In the back of the nightclub, sippin' champagne

I don't trust any of these bitches I'm with

In the back of the taxi, sniffin' cocaine

Drunk calls, drunk texts, drunk tears, drunk sex

I was lookin' for a man who was on the same page

Now it's back to the intro, back to the bar

To the Bentley, to the hotel, to my old ways

Cause I don't wanna feel how I did last night

I don't wanna feel how I did last night

Doctor, doctor, anything, please

Doctor, doctor, have mercy on me, take this pain away

You're asking me my symptoms, doctor, I don't wanna feel, mm (what?)

'Cause I don't wanna feel like I felt last night

I don't wanna feel like I felt last night

Be at peace with the things you can't change (last night)

I'll be naked when I leave and I was naked when I came, yeah

“She made her Instagram private”

“Huh?” Jack pulled back the headphones from his head. Watching as Urban brought the joint to his lips. Inhaling and holding it in a few seconds before breathing out the smoke. His phones lighting up the dim recording studio.

Urban turned his phone. YN’s now private Instagram.

“YN? She made her Instagram private.”

Jack nodded his head. Looking down at the carpeted floors. “Why were you looking for her Instagram anyways?”

“Chill” Urban laughed. “I saw her fine ass bestfriend on my recommended, and I happened to click on her Instagram name after scrolling down a few pictures”

“Oh”

“Yeah”

It felt awkward for a few moments. Jack didn’t like talking about YN. It had been a month since she last called him. Jack figured she finally decided he wasn’t worth calling when she was fucked up. He didn’t know if it hurt worse knowing she was finding peace without him (as selfish as that sounded) or knowing there was no way knowing what she was up to. He had a private fake Instagram that he would use to look at her Instagram stories, but he felt like he was violating her privacy by following her on a fake account to stalk her. Now he was sort of regretting it.

“Her problems aren’t mine anymore” Jack mumbled. Turning his chair back to the screen in front of him. Pro tools pulled up as he clicked the mouse here and there trying to focus on the new song he was working on.

“Hmm” Urban nodded and leaned back in the leather couch.

“You think she still works at that club?”

“I don’t know? Probably”

“We should go see just for old times sake” Urban grinned.

“I haven’t been back there since-“ Jack coughed and shifted in his seat. Remembering what happened the last time he was there two months prior.

YN’s body collided with the man she was dancing on. His hands finding her body. Roughly gripping her breast as she arched her back on him. He leaned down to whisper in her ear and YN giggled. Pupils dilated and her legs hurt from dancing but that didn’t stop her.

Jack stood with a small glass of vodka gripped in his hand. He made it a mission to not be noticed by her, and he was successful. Which told him all he needed to know. She wasn’t doing it to spite him. She was doing what she wanted and for some reason that made Jack feel sick.

“Yeah” Urban interrupted him. “I was just fucking with you” Sensing the joke had gone too far, he was now feeling bad himself.

Jack nodded and pressed his lips together.

“Got to finish this song” With that, the topic of YN was ended for the night.

Out of reach, out of touch, too numb, I don't feel no way

Toast up, so what? Street small, but it go both ways

So you'll run, yeah, but you'll never escape

Sunset in the maze (you're asking me my symptoms, doctor, I don't wanna feel)

I don't wanna feel how I did last night

I don't wanna feel how I did last night, oh

Doctor, doctor, anything, please

Doctor, doctor, have mercy on me

You're asking me my symptoms, doctor, I don't wanna feel

I don't wanna feel how I did last night

“You know I really did love him” YN mumbled. Her cheek pressed against the man’s chest. His hand sliding down her back.

“Did you?” The man asked her.

The covers down just above her ass. Her breasts pressed against the mattress. A cool breeze from the cracked window.

“Yeah, but he didn’t want me” She croaked out. Her eyelashes fluttered down against her cheek.

“Ridiculous, what man wouldn’t want you?”

“Him” YN bitterly laughed.

“He’s an idiot”

“Or maybe he’s smart, maybe he saw something I didnt, y’know I was gonna tell him I was gonna quit dancing the night he broke up with him me. I was gonna go back to school.”

The man’s chest rumbled as he laughed at her words. Not because what she said was funny. But because he saw irony. “You shouldn’t not pursue your dream because of a man, you shouldn’t let him decide that for you.”

“I just loved him so much”

“He probably did too, but you know. Men are stupid sometimes”

It was YN’s turn to laugh.

“Thank you for listening Keith” YN smiled up at him. Pressing a kiss to his jaw. Keith never pressured her to talk about Jack. She walked about him here and there, of course he knew what happened. But if YN didn’t share anything with him then he didn’t know.

He respected her like that.

The two had been messing around for two weeks now. It was very platonic. A friends with benefit situation. He listened to her and always supported her.

To everyone else it may seem the two of them were dating, but that wasn’t the case. Keith Powers was a gentlemen at heart. Opened car doors for her, took YN out to lunch and brunch. He also made sure she was always home and okay when he was in town and she were working a late shift.

He made sure no one messed with the woman and that made her feel a safeness she hadn’t felt since Jack.

“Cone on let’s get dressed, I promised you waffles”

YN cheered and quickly got out of the bed. “I have to text Sash and let her know I’ll be home later so she won’t worry! You know how she gets” YN laughed as she walked to the bathroom to text her bestfriend.

Not even noticing her phone, and the three missed calls from Jack.

Mm, lipstick smudged like modern art

I don't know where the fuck I am or who's drivin' the fuckin' car

Speedin' down the highway, sippin'

Mixin' pills with the liquor 'cah fuck these feelings

I left everyone I love on read (uh-huh)

Spilling secrets to the stranger in my bed (uh-huh)

I remember nothing, so there's nothing to regret (uh-huh)

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