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fckwritersblock · 2 months ago

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I Never Told You (part 1 )

Elias ‘Stack’ Moore x black reader

Description: ( unedited af ) You and Stack have been in love for what feels like forever, but neither of you has had the courage to speak up. Stack is convinced that your heart belongs to Smoke, and as for Smoke? He’s exhausted from trying to show you both that the love you seek is right in front of you.

Word count.: 3,852

A/n: this was originally one part, but I thought it’s a break it up into two because when I tell you, it’s getting a longer and longer 😭 I don’t wanna rush the way I want it to end but the way I’m craving these Sinners fic and I know some of y’all are too. I thought it would be nice to drop it now. Couldn’t contain my own excitement 😂

Part 2 - What I Should’ve Said

Enjoy ! 🩷

As soon as you stepped off the train, a smile broke across your face. The familiar sights and sounds of home wrapped around you like a warm embrace. You were excited to finally be back, but a flutter of nerves danced in your stomach at the thought of seeing your sister for the first time in ages. Yes, you guys had written to each other, and she had tore your ass a new one in a few of them letters back home bout to running off with the twins without a word. Nevertheless, you knew regardless of how upset she may be with you, she’d always welcome you home with open arms. You missed your sister. You also missed the twins, who you were eager to reunite with. It had been almost a year since you’d all been together, and just thinkin' about Stack made your pulse quicken.

Steppin' aside so other boarding the train would have access to the front door, you made your way toward the center of the station, your eyes scanning the crowd. You were sure Stack knew you was comin' at this time, so you had a feelin' he’d be lurkin' around here somewhere. Just then, you heard it—a voice that sent a thrill of nostalgia through you. You turned around, curiosity piqued, and there he was, front and center.

But your heart sank a little when you noticed the woman standin’ in front of him. Fair-skinned and confident, she had that undeniable charm—Mary. Of course she would find him, you thought bitterly.

You watched as Stack’s gaze followed her, a solemn look crossing his face as she walked away. You should’ve known he’d seek her out the moment he arrived. You’d bet money he could find her in a crowed room, without fail.

You loathed Mary.

It wasn’t a secret. You couldn’t stand her presence and that gnawed at you deep down. It wasn’t just jealousy; it was that gut-wrenching belief that Stack cared for her more than he did for you. He looked out for her in a way that was different from how he looked out for you. The attention he gave her was the kind you had secretly longed for, and judging by the way he stood there, it seemed nothin' had changed.

Oh, how wrong you were.

“Old habits die hard, huh, Stack?” you snarked from behind him, the playful edge in your voice barely masking the hurt you felt.

“Damn,” he muttered under his breath, closing his eyes in resignation. He knew he was caught.

He didn’t even have to turn around to know it was you. Stack could tell by the sound of your voice that you was pissed, especially with the faux sugary sweet smile you wore when he finally faced you. That, and when you were at him, it was the only time you called him Stack and not Elias.

Turning around to face you he could barely contain the smile that wanted to break out.

It had been a year since the two of you had seen each other, but for him, it felt like a lifetime. For six years, y’all had traveled the world together. You had taken care of him and Smoke, watchin' their backs, makin' sure he stayed outta trouble. You had put up with his antics for so long, and he’d never understood why you stuck by his side. That was until you decided it was time to carve out your own path, to prove you could stand on your own.

So you left them. You left him. You promised to return within a year or come runnin' if he called.

But Stack didn’t call.

He figured you didn’t want him to. Not really. A part of him was upset with you for abandoning him. He knew Smoke had written to you a few times, and he tried not to let the green-eyed monster show. Smoke would tell him when he received a letter, sometimes even havin' one for him too. Stack never wrote back, but he always read the ones you sent for him. Several times in fact. He wanted to know how you were, what you had been up to, even if he fronted like he didn’t care. You were miles away and all he wanted was you near..

And now you were back, standing right in front of him, looking as breathtaking as ever. The sun-kissed brown skin of yours practically glowed in the light. The apples of your cheeks rounded as you smiled, dimples showing, and the curves of your hips called out to him as he admired your frame in the flowy yellow dress you wore. It reminded him of your favorite flower, magnolias, and coincidentally, yellow was his favorite color on you too.

You were home for him, and you didn’t even know it.

“It wasn’t even like that, Bam,” he said, tryin' to brush off the tension and butter you up with the nickname he gave you.

“It never is, is it, Stack?” you shot back, crossin' your arms, though a smile tugged at your lips.

“Come on now, after all this time, that’s the mood you wanna get off on?” He hand taken a few steps toward you and grabbed your hand.

“A brotha can’t get no love first?” He flashed you a smile he knew you couldn’t resist.

Despite yourself, your smile grew bigger as you felt the warmth of his presence pulling you in. You wrapped your arms around his neck, sinking into the comfort of his embrace.

“I missed you,” you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper as you melted against him.

“I’m glad you’re here,” he replied, his words a gentle way of sayin', 'I missed you too.'

“Who’s this?” you asked, eyeing the guitar-totin' boy standin' next to them after you two finally pulled apart.

“The boy,” Stack replied, nodding in his direction.

“The boy—Little Sammie, is that you?!” you exclaimed, shocked.

“Miss Y/n?” he said, his eyes wide with disbelief.

You laughed, pulling him into a warm hug. God, he was all grown up. You used to help his ma look after him and his siblings sometimes, and you even sang in his daddy’s church for a while. That was until you started hangin' out with Smoke and Stack more and stopped goin' to church. You didn’t want to hear no sermons about how the devil had his hands on you and how you needed to come back to the Lord.

It was a bittersweet feeling, thinking about how much you missed them and how much Sammie had grown. You could see he still had to get his head on straight, but it warmed your heart that he was still playing the guitar Stack had given him.

“Well then, there will be plenty of time to catch up later. You boys finish up here. I’ll be in the car,” you announced a beat after pullin' away. You knew they was up to no good.

“Little Sammie, help Stack with my bags, will ya?” You pinched one of his cheeks playfully before giving the other a quick kiss, treating him like the youngin' he still was in your eyes.

“Oh and drop the ‘Miss’.” He stared after you, bewildered, as you walked past Stack, givin' him a wink while you patted his chest slowly, draggin' your hand away.

“That’s really Y/n,” Sammie said, still in disbelief, causing Stack to chuckle.

He hadn’t seen you since he was a boy, and he couldn’t believe how different you were now. You were just a teen girl girl in his eyes back then, but now you were a grown woman—an extremely attractive one, at that.

“She’s—”

“Way too much woman for you to handle, lil nigga,” Stack stated matter-of-factly, a smirk playin' on his lips.

Not too much for me, though, he thought to himself, wordlessly pickin' up both suitcases and handing his little cousin one. You would probably fit real pretty in the front seat of his ride right about now, knowin' you and those pretty pick pocketing hands of yours had already snatched the keys from his coat pocket.

“Well, are you?” Sammie quizzed.

“Am I what?” Stack frowned slightly.

“Handling it?” The corner of Preacher Boy’s mouth twitched just a little, and Stack knew the younger man could tell you were vexed with him, and he wasn’t handling shit.

“Bring yo ass on, smart ass.”

As a result of those endless hours of travel, you were exhausted. You hadn’t gotten much sleep on the train, not wantin' to doze off around strange white folks. Your father had raised you and your sister to always be aware of your surroundings. After hearin' Delta’s wild stories about the men he knew from the side of the road, you needed a moment to decompress. So, you let the sounds of Sammie’s guitar and the rhythm of the car rockin' gently lull you into a well-deserved rest.

You weren’t sure how long you had been asleep, but soon you felt somethin' soft brush against the side of your face.

“Bam,” you heard softly as you began to stir.

“Bam.” This time you felt a poke to your cheek.

With a soft groan, you opened your eyes to see Stack standin' outside of the car, looking at you with that soft smile that always made your heart race.

“There’s my girl.” He smiled down at you.

“What you want, Elias?” You tried not to blush at his words.

“We made it. Come on.” He extended his hand for you to take.

You took it, pullin' yourself up to stand. Prepared to jump over, he surprised you by lifting you up in the air out of the back of the car.

You squealed, caught off guard as he held you slightly above him. You looked down at him for a minute, and he slowly set you back down, your body sliding against his.

“Thank you,” you said bashfully, pretendin' to fix your hair in the mirror.

He stood directly behind you, just close enough for you to catch a glimpse of his smirk in the car mirror.

“Anytime.”

“I—” you began, but were cut off by another car pullin' ahead. Once you noticed it was the truck Stack had said Smoke was in, you started walking quickly toward it. Stack told you the two of them had to split the work and that Smoke had a few stops and you knew it wouldn’t be anywhere else, but to see Annie. It was one thing for Smoke to be gone; of course then, he and Annie couldn’t be together. But while he was home, he wouldnt go anywhere without her.

“Annie!” You called as soon as your older sister came into view.

“Y/n?” Annie couldn’t believe her eyes as you ran toward her the biggest smile on your face.

“Surprise.” You spoke tearfully, as you slowed down taking the last few steps before crashing' into your big sister. You embraced her tightly, the two of you holding onto one another as if the other would disappear if you let go.

“Look at you.” She ran her hand up and around your face, cuppin' it affectionately.

“Look at you.” You repeated, mesmerized by your sister’s loving eyes.

Eyes that always looked at you with understanding, compassion, love, and support. Annie didn’t always agree with the choices you made, but she always supported you in choosin' your own destiny.

“Don’t you ever leave me like that again,” she fussed, swattin' lightly at your butt.

“Stop, girl, I’m grown,” you laughed, spinning around in a circle to dodge her playful swats.

“Girl, I don’t give a damn.” Annie fixed you with a stern look. “You’re still my baby sister. You don’t just run off and leave me without notice like that. You scared me half to death.”

“I’m sorry, Annie. It’s not that I wanted to; I just—” you paused, searchin' for the right words.

After a moment, you realized you didn’t need to say much. Annie would understand.

“Mine doesn’t have a mojo bag; he just has me,” you said, your voice wavering, knowin' she would know you was referring to the more reckless twin.

She smiled and nodded in understanding. You stood there for a little while longer, embracing each other, tryin' to wipe the tears from each other’s eyes, gigglin' like school girls as you did so.

“We’ll take more later ya hear?”

“Yes ma’am.”

Pullin' away, you angled your body a little more to the left to finally get a good look at Smoke.

“My girl!” he said with a small smile of his own, and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Hey Smoke.” The two of you wrapped your arms around one another.

You missed the way Stack’s jaw clenched as you embraced Smoke. The latter didn’t as he grinned at his twin. It was an asshole thing to do, but he couldn’t help it. He had been watching the two of you pine after one another for years. If Smoke had a dime for every time he tried to convince his brother that you felt the same way about him that he felt about you—or to get Stack to confess his feelings for you—boy, he’d be rich.

It was your last night in town, and the three of you went out. You were currently dancin' with some random nigga from round the way. Stack watched you like a hawk, grillin' the hell outta the man who had your attention. Smoke couldn’t do anything but laugh at his brother’s expense.

“Nigga you got it bad,” he said with a chuckle.

“Shut up, bitch. You got it just as bad for her sister,” Stack shot back.

“Sho’ll fuck do. Don’t give a fuck who knows either.” Smoke shrugged blowing a cloud in Stack’s direction.

“Yeah, whatever.” Stack muttered, takin' a sip of his beer.

“Mmhmm, whatever shit, nigga. Could be you out there dancin' with her, tryna cop a feel. Instead, you’re here,” Smoke teased.

“It ain’t like that with us, Smoke.” He denied.

For the life of him, Smoke couldn’t understand why Stack was in denial about you. It was like he was purposely standing in his own way, unwilling to accept a good thing.

“Have I ever been wrong about a woman tryna throw her pussy at you?”

“Nah,” Stack grumbled, his defenses slowly crumbling.

“Aight then, nigga. Listen for once.” Smoke said, playfully mushing the side of Stack’s head as he stood up to head to the bar.

“Aye, watch out.”

“Girl follows you around the world, and you still questionin' shit,” Smoke called over his shoulder.

He could only shake his head at the memory. Smoke swore dealin' with y’all shit was gonna put him in an early grave.

Once the two of you released one another from the hug, you walked back toward your sibling, and Smoke did the same.

“You good, man?” Smoke asked, knowing full well he wasn’t. He just wanted to see if he was ready to be honest with himself.

“Yeah, uh, I’m good.” Stack cleared his throat before repeatin', “I’m good.”

“Good.” He patted his brother on the back. “Now let’s get to work.”

Now, you knew you was comin' to work, but you ain't expectin' to be put through the wringer! As much as y’all got on each other’s last nerves during the setup, it was all part of the charm. Smoke being the bossy one, always puffin’ up his chest like everybody ain’t already know he ran the place; Cornbread, with his big ass, ain’t stop complainin' 'bout how heavy them boxes was; Delta always droppin' “back in my day” stories like they was gospel every five minutes. And Stack? He was slick, finessin' Preacher Boy into doin' part of his work in the name of “respectin' your elders.”

Not to mention you, Grace, and Annie, makin' one little complaint 'bout the heat, which led to Bo shakin’ up a bottle of beer and lettin' it spray all over y’all like a makeshift sprinkler system to “cool y’all off.” But this? This was the stuff you cherished. These were the moments you missed. After hours of busting your backs, the grand opening was here, and the party was in full swing.

You found yourself wrapped up in Stack’s arms, your back pressed against his solid front. The sweet sound of southern blues wrapped around you like a warm embrace. Ain’t nothing like live music from home, and tonight, the air was thick with rhythm. Effortlessly, your body flowed with the beat, swayin' in a circle until you found yourself once again meetin' Stack's chest. One of his arms hung loosely around your waist, his fingers barely grazing your skin, followin' the pace of your movements like it was second nature.

“So, this is new,” you teased, glancing back at him.

“What’s that?” Stack’s voice was low, his eyes glued to the way your hips moved, like he was tryin' to memorize every curve.

Stack thought you was downright gorgeous, and it drove him crazy. He wished he could tell you every single day how beautiful you were. Your body? It made his heart race. Big hips, thick thighs, and those legs that seemed to go on for days. That dress you wore? It gave him a perfect view of your curves, and he found himself lost in thoughts he shouldn’t be havin’.

“You dancin' with me,” you said louder, breakin' him outta his daydream.

“I’ve danced with you before,” he replied, a hint of challenge in his tone.

You leaned your head back further, givin' him a smirk. “Not like this.”

Stack’s grip around your waist tightened, the two of you still swayin’ to the music. “What’s this?” His breath brushed against your ear, sending shivers down your spine that you tried your best to ignore.

“Like you tryna work your way into my drawls,” you shot back, playful but with a hint of seriousness.

“And if I am?” he shot back, spinning you around so you faced him, his gaze intense.

You were momentarily stunned, your eyes searchin’ his for any signs of this bein' a joke, you arms now loosely around his shoulders.

“Smoke told you.” you said, his words heavy like a weight on your chest, but it felt more like a statement than a question.

You knew Smoke couldn’t keep his mouth shut when it came to his brother. Stack had ditched you and Smoke for the night to run off with some floozy and you were hurting bad. Especially after the way he had been flirting with you day after day. After an attempt at drowning your feeling in a bottle of whiskey, you had confessed your undying love for Elias Moore to his other half after the world became a bit too blurry. The truth came spillin' out like vomit, then afterwards, literal vomit. You could curse the ground Smoke walked on for lettin' it slip.

Stack watched as the gears turned in your head, his eyes dropping to your bottom lip, which you had pulled between your teeth. He chuckled softly, still swayin' with you, but the tension was thick.

“Smoke been tryna tell me for years,” he confessed, his gaze dropping to the floor before meeting yours again.

He wasn’t sure if he was talkin' 'bout Smoke tryin' to get him to accept his own feelings or the ones you held for him.

It was the way you cared for him. In every way. You checked on his well being constantly. The effects of the war on smoke were clear. He had his issues and one of them Stack always took care of. Rolling his cigarettes, making certain shit easier for Smoke every chance he got. Stack was the suffer in silence type. No I didn’t know the trauma he had suffered. He preferred everybody think he was OK. But you saw right through him. You seem to be able to tell every time something took him back there the lifeline you’d reach out of your hand, holding his gentle caresses to the top of his hand, which is the tiniest of squeezes that will bring him back and remind him that he was here and safe and with you. Stack was the type to suffer in silence, keepin' his struggles close to his chest. But you? You saw right through him. You could tell when something haunted him, and each time, you’d reach out, holdin' his hand, givin' him that gentle squeeze to remind him he was safe with you.

You were everything to Stack.

The air between you two shifted, thickening with unspoken words and feelings.

“When did it click?” Your heart raced, the world around you fading away.

Y’all had stopped movin’, probably the only two still in the crowd of people dancing and signing having a time.

“The one you left.” Stack admitted, feeling a bit guilty for only realizing how deep his feelings and love for you really were.

Speechless you pulled away from him completely, mouth opening and closing as you stuttered trying to find the right words to say. Overwhelmed with emotion and not quite sure what to do with yourself you turned around to scurry away when he grabbed your hand and pulled you back to him.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on now. Why you runnin'?” He was holding you again, bobbing his head around trying to catch you eye as you avoided his.

“Elias, you drunk,” you said, your voice shaky.

“Baby, I ain’t had a sip of liquor,” he replied, his grip on your chin gentle, forcing you to look at him.

Big brown eyes searched yours, filled with a truth that made your heart swell with love.

“Y/n,” he started, but just then—

“Stack!” Smoke’s voice cut through the moment like a hot knife through butter.

You two pulled apart at the sound of his brother calling.

“Let me holla at you for a minute,” Smoke beckoned, clearly oblivious to the tension hangin' in the air.

You could see Stack was ready to protest, but you stopped him, gently cupping the side of his face in your hands. Stack might not have been running off liquid courage, but you had dug deep for some courage and found enough bravery to push through.

You pressed a soft kiss to the side of his cheek, and then another right next to the corner of his mouth, lettin' your lips linger just a moment longer.

“Go. We’ll talk later,” you assured him, pulling away with a grin as you turned to find a seat at the bar y’all had been swayin’ next to.

It wasn’t long before Stack's arms wrapped around you from behind.

“Count on it,” he whispered, kissing the side of your neck, sending warmth flooding through you.

You flushed at the feeling of his lips on your skin, that deep baritone voice igniting a fire you didn’t know you had.

You couldn’t wait until later. But unfortunately, later never came.

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sillyswriting · 4 months ago

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: ̗̀➛ bouncer simon 'ghost' riley - 02

cw : sexual theme, public sex

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simon was never the insecure type. not when it came to women, so dating a stripper was nothing to him. it wasn't for everyone, especially when he watched you work. it was tricky not to get a hard on every five minutes.

but at the end of the night, it was his dick that had you dumb, and that's all that mattered.

none of the fuckers coming in here would ever be able to satisfy a beauty like you-it was written all over their desperate faces. useless.

you, however, were not above jealousy. your relationship-if you could even call it that-was still fresh, and you had begged simon to keep quiet about it at the club. not that he was the talkative type to begin with.

relationship. you scoffed at the thought, taking another drag of your cigarette as you mulled over whatever the hell it was you had with simon.

every night for the past three weeks, he'd take you back to his place, fuck you stupid-turn your brain to mush until you couldn't string a single thought together-then cleaned you up, made sure you were warm and tucked in before you passed out.

and every morning, you woke up alone.

where he went-every single time-you had no clue. the gym, the grocery store, god knows where. all you knew was that by the time you opened your eyes, he was gone, leaving you to drag yourself back to your place and get ready for the day.

it wasn't the healthiest setup, nor the most romantic. but you let yourself be okay with it. because at the end of the night, you were always in simon's bed.

still, deep down, you wanted more. to be more than just a body.

shaking your head, you made your way back to the lockers, barely paying attention to the chatter around you. you were focused on fixing your hair, mind elsewhere-until you heard his name.

well, not his name. but ghost. you were the only one knowing his name amongst the girls.

"bet he fucks like an animal," the first girl drawled, her thick new york accent growing heavier as she got more worked up. "all quiet, brooding... those are the ones that do the nastiest shit. i know he talks filthy—it's always the silent ones."

the second girl just laughed, nodding in agreement when you caught her eye in the mirror.

you had to bite your tongue to keep from telling them just how right they were. not because you wanted to gossip-no, you wanted to b𝘳𝘢g. to show him off. he was yours.

"reckon he might be gay," a third girl cut in, her brummie accent making it sound even more blunt "𝘪i mean, ya ever seen him look at any of the girls ‘ere? always just lurkin’ in the shadows, not sayin’ a word."

when the others stared at her like she was talking mad, she just shrugged and added, "𝘳𝘦m𝘦mb𝘦𝘳 𝘳udy? 𝘯𝘦v𝘦𝘳 g𝘢v𝘦 us 𝘢 s𝘦c𝘰𝘯d 𝘭𝘰𝘰k 𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 w𝘦 𝘧𝘰u𝘯d 𝘰u𝘵 𝘩𝘦 g𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦d 𝘧𝘰𝘳 g𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯' b𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰v𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 b𝘢ck 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦y… jus𝘵 s𝘢y𝘪𝘯', g𝘩𝘰s𝘵 c𝘰u𝘭d b𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 s𝘢m𝘦."

you laughed out loud at that. yeah, you remembered rudy-what a time that had been. you loved this job, and gossiping in the locker room was half the fun.

but god, they couldn't have been more wrong about ghost.

heading back toward the stage, you missed the rest of their conversation-something about putting on a special show. whatever. you had work to do.

as you stepped onto the stage and started moving, slow and deliberate around the pole, you felt his eyes on you. they grounded you, made you feel safe in a way you'd never needed before. but now? you weren't ready to give it up.

just as the next song started, you were sweetly smiling at a loaded old man who kept slipping you £50 bills when you spotted your dear colleague making her way toward simon. at first, you paid it no mind-he wasn't exactly approachable-but something about her attitude in the locker room rubbed you the wrong way.

you knew something was up when she trailed after him during his break. you had no more breaks-you were off in an hour-so all you could do was watch from the stage as she followed him to god knows where. it wasn't like simon not to be aware of his surroundings, so you knew he knew she was there.

it was the longest hour known to mankind. they hadn't come back, and you had to dance your arse off while nursing the sting of betrayal.

you'd thought you and simon had something special. turned out, you were just another bitch in a club.

once the hour was up, you didn't bother sweet-talking anyone-you stormed off the stage, ready to call it a night. a part of you wanted to find simon, just so you could punch his handsome face.

the only place that came to mind was the staff bathroom-the very same place he'd fucked you for the first time. did he take all the girls there? rounding the corner, you heard it.

grunts. and throat noises?

damn, she was a nasty one. it was still early for a strip club-all the girls were still here.

at that very moment, you had never been more disgusted by a man in your life. the fact that he'd let just anyone get on their knees for him in a public bathroom-like a fucking pig. you never had anything special, did you?

you had been a warm little convenient thing for him. easy. disposable.

you were ready to storm in and throw hands. at who? you still weren't sure.

you needed the money, sure, but you'd find another club. one of the main rules was no fighting among the girls-especially not over a dick. but fuck it. the second was: don't fuck the costumers.

you were seeing red. you felt dirty and humiliated.

hand on the door, you started pushing when strong arms wrapped around you, a firm hand clamping over your mouth. before you could react, you were dragged into the janitor's closet, the door shutting behind you.

"dumb little girl, thinking i put my dick anywhere." simon groaned in your ear, rubbing his hard on against your arse. "could see it in your pretty head, you're always overthinking, aren't you?"

the hand that had been clamped on your mouth loosened slightly, fingers trailing down to your throat instead, squeezing just the way you liked. "need my dick to turn that brain off, right lovie?" he had lowered his voice again, and you could hear the smirk in it.

his deep voice in your ear made it impossible to think straight. the way he kept rubbing didn't help either. you snapped back to reality when you heard it-his belt buckle.

you started thrashing a bit, trying to escape his grip, but it was pointless. you knew he'd never hurt you, but if he wanted you somewhere, you'd be there-no question.

"gonna take it like my good girl, right?" simon's voice dripped in your ear. "i must admit, your jealousy was fucking hot. the anger on your face? damn, got me hard in a minute."

all the noises in the background only heightened the moment. you could still hear the other girl in the bathroom, the music from the main stage, and the girls rushing up and down the corridor. you could get caught at any moment, but it was all so fucking thrilling.

at least they'd see he was yours. no one else's.

just as simon entered you, his hand back on your mouth to quiet your moan, the girl in the bathroom got caught by your manager. screams, tears, and apologies echoed from the closet.

that should have stopped simon; it was the reasonable thing to do. but fuck reason. you felt so good, so tight, so warm. and he'd been honest when he said your anger had turned him on.

fuck this job anyway.

so he kept going, and he was not gentle with it. over the weeks, he had known what you liked, how you liked it and how much you could handle. he had noticed your little thing for public intercourses. he was giving you the all package.

he kept on going with his filthy words in your ear, and by the way you clenched on his dick, he knew he was doing the right thing. fuck, this might be heaven.

"tsk, tsk, tsk," simon began as your voice grew louder and louder. "do you really want to get caught now?" he taunted, mocking you.

when you didn't answer, he kept pushing you further by taking his hand away from your lips, a stray of spit following the movement. it was filthy, just how he loved it. immediately, he felt you panic, your hand reaching for his to put it back.

"my dumb girl, still need me to do all the work," he added, nipping your neck as his grip on your face tightened, just like his hips. you were both close, and he knew it.

by now, nearly all the girls were just outside the closet, probably trying to sneak a peek at what was happening in the restroom. your manager's voice echoed through the space as he explained that this was a renowned establishment, and what your colleague had been doing was something reserved for lowlife places.

in your state, you were still grateful he was shouting, because if he hadn't, you were sure some of the girls would hear the sound of simon's thighs slapping against yours. just the thought of it pushed you over the edge, without warning.

"fuck." simon's grunts were unexpected, too. he usually had better control over himself, but you? you were just special.

you were slowly coming down from your high as simon gently rubbed you stomach, trying to calm your breathing as much as his.

"and where the fuck is the bouncer when you need him, aye?" your manager's voice boomed in the corridor. "no fucking customers, that's part of his fucking job!"

oh, she had been fucking a costumer.

"think i'm jobless again, lovie," simon whispered gently in your ear. "worth it," he continued, sweetly kissing your neck, the exact spot he had nipped just minutes before, surely leaving a mark.

yeah, fuck this job.

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honestlydarkprincess · 2 years ago

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Finally got caught up on your kinktober fics and I absolutely loved them. Makes me sad it's over, lol

Oh I’m so so glad!! And awww ❤️ more fics will come I promise! Just at a significantly slower pace 😂

#i cant wait for my tumblr beans to come back to i can fully come back #rn i just be lurkin #anon #jess gets mail! 💌

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sleep-0-deprived · 3 months ago

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yandere perverted neighbor x reader who is also a depraved pervert?

Yandere perverted neighbor x secretly depraved reader thoughts~! ꒰ᐢ.ㅅ .ᐢ꒱

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A/N: jus lettin m’ pervy thoughts loose with this one

Jus thinkin bout movin into a nice neighborhood, fresh in town bein new eyecandy for the older man next door, he seems real sweet! Always offering to help you with your garden- always staring at your ass when you bend down pickin up boxes luggin em on into your house, such a sweet guy you can’t help the lil bulge that pokes around in your shorts- S’ his fault with his pretty biceps N’ muscular bod havin the perfect amounts of pudge fer you to jus sink your teeth into.

Jus thinkin bout your neighbor lurkin around his house like some dazed green jus tryin to catch peeks at you, his hand between his thighs pantin peakin out his blinds jus watchin you sittin all lonesome at yer kitchen table, ya can feel his eyes rolling all over you givin ya an icky feel that can’t help but turn ya on- you get up swayin your hips bendin down extra low poking yer ass up right in his line of sight jus makin him let out a deep groan— god he just came in his pants cause of you !

Jus thinkin bout your neighbor findin out, knowin yer clumsy personality was jus a slutty lil act tryin to show yerself to him like a whore- he damn near snaps when he sees ya chattin up another guy- he wants T’ jus rip your clothes off N’ fuck you so good in front of that man that tha only thought on yer mind is tha imprint of his cock molding into yer gummy walls- he wants t’ feel those gummy walls so bad ! He wants yer pretty lil hole he wonders how it would twitch after ya take s’many loads..

Jus thinkin bout you who secretly touches ya’self with ya window open at night makin sure he’s awake in his room jus torturing him with tha sounds you make- how you whimper out “mh fuck- hareerr~” N’ “oh’m’hosh jus a lil more- hah” your neighbors jaw jus clenches, his bulge hard as steel in his jeans— ya were bein such a lil shit ya left him no choice but to go stompin over to yer house bangin on yer door with. An almost deranged look- ya couldn’t even mumble a pathetic excuse before he was draggin you off t’ yer couch rippin all your clothes off.

Jus thinkin bout ya neighbor who shoves yer face in that couch cushions holdin yer wrists behind yer back jus pounded away grunting harsh words N’ yer ears “such a fuckin little pervert- if ya wanted dick so bad then fuckin ask” yes cock bobbin between yer thighs an’ all ya can do S’ drool and N’ roll yer glossy eyes into yer skull whinin loudly like a wanton slut- oh you were jus in heaven gettin pounded away with yer insides rearranged havin remarks on yer ass cheeks from his hips slappin them so harshly- he doesn’t bother T’ stop fuckin ya after ya finish, he was far to pent up t’ stop and you were gonna have T’ take each load in yer tummy.

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rafeysbambii · 9 months ago

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hypnosis : bambi!reader who caught s2!rafes eye the moment he met her planting roses in the middle of summer.

warnings : cursing

word count : 456

authors note : hi angels! this is my first little drabble, and i really hope you’ll enjoy! if you have any requests for new characters, drabble, fics, etc. my requests are pretty much always open! i’m willing to write about most things so go for it! i’d also like to thank @cameronsprincess for reading this through, you’re amazing! enjoy <3333

“the fuck are you doin’?” rafe had wandered to far from home after a particular bad fight with his father, and in his red hot angry rage - he found himself in a small meadow somewhere behind tanneyhills huge forest. “hm?” the brown haired girl had turned to the voice, her hands muddy and earthy from planting the beautiful flower she adored so much.

“i said what the fuck are you doing?” the second time around he’s growing more annoyed that the stupidly cute and deer like girl ignored his question the first time. “oh! m’ planting some roses! they’re beautiful aren’t they?” she chirps, her pink and glossy lips curving into a huge smile.

rafe scoffs, crossing his stupidly large arms over his perfectly fitted polo - “why the fuck are you planting flowers in the middle of fuckin’ summer.” his comment makes the girl frown, why so mean? “you don’t… you don’t like my roses?” her once bright smile, and peppy eyes slowly melt into a soft, adorable pout.

“hey - hey stop that, i never fuckin said i didn’t —“ before he can even explain himself the tears have already started to flow down the girl’s beautiful rosy red cheeks - making rafe feel… bad?

no, that can’t be it. rafe cameron doesn’t feel bad, that’s for… that’s for pussies, well that’s what ward tells him.

“a’right stop cryin’ s’ not that serious.” he leans down and grabs the small girl by her shoulders, pulling her in for an awkward yet warm hug, one that he isn’t used to. “you’re fine kid.”

she sniffles once, then twice - then a few times more before he’s grown tired of the hug, pushing her body back gently to stand back up on his expensive shoes. “what’s your name.”

“it’s y/n” there it is, that smile that made his heart skip a beat at the first sight of her - “bambi.” she cocks an eyebrow at him, a giggle escaping past her glossy pink and plump lips, “bambi?”

“yeah, bambi. you look like a deer, and you’re lurkin’ in the middle of the fuckin woods like one of em’ so you’re bambi.” the explanation falls to short ears, she doesn’t care about why - she likes it, bambi.

bambi, bambi, bambi.

“do you want to… plant a flower? it’s very relaxing!” he wants to say no — he really does, but with the flutter of her lashes, and the way she pulls her lips in between her perfectly white teeth, it’s hard to resist it.

“sure — whatever, don’t make this shit take forever.” with a blinding smile she pats the spot next to her, beckoning that boy next to her, in which he sits carefully.

“so first you…”

‘well bambi, you’re my deer now.’

another a/n: i really hope you enjoyed reading this, and if you ever have any problems with what i write im more than welcome to critique and for you to request anything! i’m still trying to figure out this tumblr thing with how to put together a masterlist but ill get there eventually! <3

#bambi🦌🫶🏻#bambi!reader #rafe cameron blurb #rafe x reader #rafeysbambii

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simpurnatural · 5 months ago

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"Flustered" || Short-Fic

XO, Kitty - Min Ho Moon x Fem!Reader

Note from Nat: "Back to back Min Ho fics??? Didn't expect to get so much positive feedback. Thanks for going easy on ya girl, I'm still a bit rusty! Enjoy and make sure to wipe that drool off your face babe!"

Warning(s): Spoilers for "XO, Kitty" seasons 1 & 2, A little bit of Smut, Language, Sorta Proofread

As the fall semester came to an end, with everyone not wanting to part ways even for a just a month, Min Ho decides to invite the entire friend group for a winter getaway.

“Where’s Y/n?” Asked Dae which made everyone’s heads turn before the sound of snow crunching was heard.

You approached the group that was currently enjoying the hot tub, arms crossed to keep your robe shut. Min Ho suggested that the hot tub would be best way to relax after a day of travelling

“Hi! Sorry I’m late to the party,” you smiled whilst kicking off your slippers, then sliding your robe off your shoulders.

“Hot damn girl,” Q said, overcame with astonishment. "Drop the workout routine asap please," he joked as everyone's eyes lingered on your figure.

“Oh stop it,” you laughed and rolled your eyes. “This old thing isn’t worth the hype,” you insisted, but everyone would’ve begged to differ.

The navy blue two piece you were sporting hugged all the right places. Your ass and tits looked like they needed saving. The sight was definitely giving body tea.

Everyone watched as you made your descent into the tub and sat in between Kitty and Min Ho. Kitty had given you a small wave whereas Min Ho could barely make eye contact. Various conversations continued but Min Ho remained in an unlike-him-silence.

He wondered how he had not noticed how hot you looked until now. Not saying that looks are everything, but Min Ho felt stuck on how he never gave you a second glance.

"-Right Min Ho?" Dae asks, turning to his best friend who was clearly zoning out.

"Sorry what?" Min Ho replied, snapping out of his trance.

"We're gonna be able to go skiing first thing tomorrow, right?" Dae reiterated, a slight tiredness in his voice due to Min Ho's lack of contribution to the conversation.

"Of course," Min Ho nodded before his gaze back on you, who was too busy chatting with Yuri and Kitty to realizing anything else.

"Woah okay, this is new," Q teased, as his eyes followed Min Ho's. "The bikini has got your eyes lurkin'" he says, making Jin snicker at the observation.

"What are you guys talking about?" you ask with an unaware smile on your lips, Min Ho's eyes instantly looking down.

"Min Ho here seems to have-" Q began.

"Shut it," Min Ho tsked before moving to leave the hot tub.

"Hey, we were just joking," Jin called out as Min Ho shuffled back into the house.

"What was that about?" Yuri questioned, all conversations now put on pause.

"Is Min Ho okay?" Kitty asked, looking to the other boys occupying the hot tub.

"He's just a little flustered," Dae replied, the feeling of worry instantly overcame you.

"Did I do something?" you say wide-eyed but to no response. "I'll go check on him," you say before making your way out of the tub and walking towards the house. "Min Ho?" your voice echoed throughout the home.

You noticed a light coming from inside the kitchen and chose to investigate. There stood Min Ho, chugging a bottle of water with his slim yet toned physique being illuminated by the refrigerator light. He began to cough up said water after realizing your presence.

"Bloody hell, you scared me," he coughed, covering his face with the inside of his elbow. "What is it Y/n?" he asks while shutting the fridge door.

"What's with you?" you quizzed, "Ever since I joined you guys outside, you've been quiet and when I tried to converse with you-you run back inside!" you add with a hint of frustration in your voice.

"It's not my fault-"

"-So it's mine? What did I do wrong?" you cut off, urgently wanting an answer as to why your friend was avoiding you.

"Y/n, it's because y-you literally look like t-that!" Min Ho exclaimed as if it were common knowledge. "How else is a guy supposed to act when you decide walk around wearing something like that?" he questioned.

"Is what I have on not okay? Was there something in my hair?" you blabbered in response, instantly being overcame with the self-conscious feeling.

"It's fact that when I saw you earlier, I wish you didn't have anything on" Min Ho muttered in an almost whisper like volume.

The realization finally hit you, Min Ho had been eyeing you since you stepped into the hot tub. You face flushed a bright red, clearly flattered by the words that just came out of his mouth.

"So what you're saying is-"

"What I'm saying is that you look almost too good," Min Ho said, his voice deep and eyes darkened like a lion about to pounce on his next prey.

The small distance between the two of you shut in almost an instant, his hand cupped the side of your face gently. You could've sworn that the beat of your heart could be heard from miles away.

Your lack of response gave Min Ho time to lift you up and place you on the kitchen counter. Accidentally, you let out a small whimper at the feeling of the cold tile touching your skin. Min Ho felt as if he could've finished off that noise alone.

Standing between your legs, Min Ho's hands traveled all the way back down to your ass. You watched his eyes really take in your body, as if he could drink you up like a glass of water.

"Tell me to stop, and I will" Min Ho whispered as he gave your plump skin a squeeze.

Leaning in with your lips close to his ear, finally you replied, "I don't think I want you to stop".

Min Ho took this as his green light and you felt as his hands unclasped your bikini top. Grabbing the piece of clothing, he tossed away fand his eyes settled on your breast.

Biting his lip, Min Ho took one of each into his hands. "Beautiful. You are so beautiful Y/n," he said with is his accent thick, almost like he was about to melt at the sight of you.

You gasped at the feeling of his breath on your tits, causing a domino effect of butterflies and goosebumps to cover you. Min Ho chuckled at this, rubbing your nipples with his thumb in a circular motion.

Eyes closed; you threw your head back at the sensation before feeling something foreign come in contact with your breast. Min Ho's tongue began exploring your chest. It was as if he was trying to paint a picture.

His grasp on your tits became slightly more secure as he was egged on by your moans. He was marking his territory all over you with bright red hickeys.

Your half assed attempt to stifle your moans was with the palm of your hand. Min Ho however loved how loud you were getting for him and yanked your hand away from your face.

"I want to hear you," he insisted, pulling his lips away from your chest for a mere moment. "I want to hear you all night," he smirked, leaning in for a kiss.

"Uh guys?" a voiced that belonged to Yuri called out. "Is everything alright?" she asked, her voice trailing off into the hallway probably in search of you both.

Min Ho looked down with a smile on his face before getting your swim top from the ground. You quickly put it back on then pulled your hair to the front to cover the marks Min Ho left behind.

"W-we're here Yuri!" you replied hopping off the counter and walking out of the kitchen with Min Ho right behind you.

As Yuri came walking back towards you guys, her head tilted to the side in confusion, "What were you guys doing over there in the dark?"

"Just got some water," Min Ho replied, which seemingly convinced Yuri enough for her to walk back outside. "I'm not done with you yet," he whispered in your ear, giving your ass a slap.

JAN 2025

#xo kitty #minho oneshot #minho fanfic #minho moon #minho xo kitty x reader #minho moon smut #minho moon x reader #tatbilb #to all the boys i've loved before #min ho moon #min ho x reader

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