*meme not mine

*dividers by @ uzmacchiato

“Hey Mikey?” Yuna stumbles over her Japanese, as she often does when she's nervous. “Have you taken everyone from Toman to Shin’s yet?”

Sano Manjiro x Female OC, Wakasa Imaushi x Female OC

Yuna wakes up in the world of Tokyo Revengers and becomes a part of the story, whether she likes it or not.

Features aged up characters, angst, bed sharing, canon divergence, dubious consent, flawed OC, isekai, love triangles, memory loss, mild yandere, possessive behaviour, smut

I, II, III, IV, V, VI, VII, VIII, IX, X, XI, XII...

Bonus chapter

MASTERLIST DIRECTORY

no he doesn't know!!! 😭😭😭😭🤣🤣🤣🤣

harry was genuinely typing the notes whilst chatting ginny, so when ginny says the new guy is just posing, harry's like "huh, well i'm typing my notes really and not posing"

harry's basically me who's a grandma when it comes to tech, so he genuinely lost the notes. so again, when ginny said the new guy is lying, harry's like "huh, well i'm not lying"

and over text, when harry said the nosy coworker was sniggering at the phone, ginny's like "huh, well i was discreet, and not sniggering." my girl lacks self awareness 🤧🤧

and also, what are the odds?? that the wrong number is your co-worker? i fooled my brother like this and i even told my name and he was like "wow, that's my sister's name too!!" bless him 🤧🤧

next chapter has no texts iirc, i want to develop real harry and ginny's relationship. and harry's backstory is fleshing out way more than i'd anticipated. and it contains light angst too. (i managed to include angst in the whimsy crack fic, 🤧🤧)

i've thought about how ginny and harry will find out about each other, and it's also kind of funny (at least to me)

IN WICH: After a disastrous night out, a very drunk you send a long, unhinged, and extremely filthy voice note to a random number — moaning about how desperately needy and frustrated you are, describing in vivid detail exactly what you want someone to do to you, and ending it with a high-pitched, breathy whimper that would make anyone lose their mind. The next morning you wake up in horror when you realize you actually sent it, but instead of blocking you, the stranger replies with a deep, smooth, dangerously attractive voice.

OR IN WICH: Myung Jaehyun has been secretly in love with the cute part-time barista at his favorite café for months — the girl with the pretty smile and that unforgettable high-pitched voice that makes his heart do stupid flips every time she takes his order. One random night, he receives a voice note from an unknown number and it’s her: drunk, needy, and shamelessly describing every filthy thing she wants done to her in that exact high-pitched voice he’s been obsessed with. Now Jaehyun has the girl of his dreams unknowingly sending him the most sinful audio he’s ever heard… and he can’t stop listening to it.

PAIRING: lowk perv!jaehyun x sexually frustrated!reader, wrong number trope, he fell first and harder

WARNINGS: explicit sex talk, spicy, mutual pining, no smut, dirty minded jaehyun and reader, praise kink, pet names kink

WORD COUNT: 1.5k words

I was drunk,like, stupid drunk.

The world was spinning, my cheeks were burning, and every single thought in my head felt like a good idea. My friends had ditched me early, and now I was alone in my tiny apartment, sprawled on my bed in just an oversized t-shirt, wine glass empty on the floor.

My body was hot, too hot, and frustrated.

I opened my messages, thumb hovering over a random contact I didn’t even remember saving. Some number I must’ve gotten from somewhere. Whatever. Didn’t matter.

I pressed record on a voice note and started talking before I could stop myself.

“Heyyy… whoever you are,” I giggled, my voice already high-pitched and breathy. “I’m so fucking horny right now… it’s actually embarrassing.”

I bit my lip, rolling onto my stomach.

“I keep thinking about someone pinning me down… hands all over me. Rough but teasing. I want them to call me a good girl in a really deep voice while they finger me so slow I cry. Fuck… I want to be edged until I’m begging. I’d sound so pathetic, whimpering and saying please like a slut…”

I let out a soft, needy little moan right into the mic, the sound high and whiny.

“And then when I finally cum… I want them to keep going. Overstimulate me until my legs are shaking. God, I need it so bad right now…”

I ended the voice note with another breathy whimper and hit send without thinking or because of muscle memory.

The second it went through, horror started creeping in, but the alcohol was still winning, so I just giggled, locked my phone, and passed out.

The next morning was hell: my head was killing me, my mouth was dry, and when I opened my phone, the first thing I saw was a voice note reply from that unknown number.

My stomach dropped, but still I clicked it with shaking hands.

A deep, smooth, ridiculously attractive voice filled my room and my belly.

“Damn… that…that was the hottest thing I’ve heard in my life. That little whimper at the end? Fuck. You have no idea what you just did to me...”

I screamed into my pillow. I had sent a full-on horny voice note to a stranger.

And worst(or best) of all…he… liked it?

Before I could even process it, another message came in.

Unknown Number:

You’ve got a really pretty voice, by the way. Especially when it gets all high and needy like that.

My face burned as I typed back with trembling fingers.

You:

oh my god please delete that. i was drunk. i’m so sorry.

Unknown Number:

Delete it? No way,I’ve already listened to it three times.

I buried my face in my hands, mortified… but also lowkey turned on by that deep voice.

No, wait, this could be a fucking creep…

You:

you’re horrible.

Unknown Number:

Maybe, but I’m also very curious what else that pretty high-pitched voice can say when you’re not drunk.

what..? I don’t know why i didn’t report him(probably because i had started the conversation with an audio that could be very much classified as sexual harassment), but I just didn’t have enough braincells today to give a fuck.

So just like that… my filthy secret began.

The voice notes didn’t stop. In fact, they got worse, orbetter, depending on how you looked at it.

Unknown Number:

Send me another one. I want to hear that pretty voice again.

You:

absolutely not. i’m sober now.

Unknown Number:

Too bad. I’ve been thinking about it all day, that little whimper you made… I got hard just remembering it.

I stared at the message for way too long, thighs pressing together. My fingers were shaking when I recorded the next one.

“…You’re actually insane,” I whispered into the mic, voice already breathy and high. “I can’t believe I’m doing this… but fuck, I keep thinking about your voice too. It’s so deep. I wonder what it would sound like telling me to cum…”

I sent it before I could chicken out.

His reply came fast.

Unknown Number:

Good girl.

Now touch yourself and record it for me.

From that night on, we became each other’s filthy little secret.

He’d send voice notes when he was in bed, voice low and raspy, telling me exactly how he’d fuck me. I’d listen to them with my hand between my legs, biting my pillow so I wouldn’t moan too loud. And when I was needy and frustrated, I’d send him pathetic little audios — high-pitched whimpers and soft pathetic begs.

We were basically each other’s toys, and for some disgusting reason, I never minded stopping or blocking him

I sent one after a long shift, still in my café uniform, needy and annoyed.

“I had the worst day… I need to cum so bad. Your voice is stuck in my head all the time, it’s driving me crazy. Please… just talk to me.”

His reply came ten minutes later. His voice was rough, a little breathless.

Unknown Number:

“Fuck, baby… I’m touching myself right now listening to you, that voice of yours is dangerous, you’d sound so pretty crying my name. I want to ruin that sweet voice until you can’t even speak.”

I came hard to that one, moaning loudly into another voice note I sent him seconds later.

I was completely addicted and I still had no idea who he was, but God… I was starting to wish I did.

The voice notes kept getting dirtier, if that was even possible.

Every night I was sending him pathetic, high-pitched whimpers while touching myself. Every night he replied with that deep, smooth voice telling me how he’d ruin me, how he’d make me beg, how he’d cum to the sound of my voice. We were addicted, two strangers using each other like personal whores, and every single day I had to go to work like nothing was happening.

It was a Tuesday afternoon when he walked in.

That sliver of sunshine when your curtain is still closed in human form. Fluffy brown hair, bright smile, dimples, and a demeanor that made half the café turn their heads. He was stupidly pretty, incredibly beautiful in some type of charm I had never seen before

“Hi! Can I get an iced americano with an extra shot?” he asked cheerfully.

My whole body froze mid-motion.

That voice.

Deep, warm..smooth. Exactly like the guy from the voice notes.

No, no way, coincidence, I’m going feral. It had to be.

I forced a smile, my high-pitched customer service voice cracking just a little. “S-Sure. Name for the order?”

“Jaehyun,” he said, still smiling like sunshine.

I nearly dropped the cup.

How could someone be so innocently perfect and beautiful? I couldn’t believe he wasn’t a dream, his smile, his eyes, his brown fluffly hair that suddendly looked too inviting to ruffle, and his lips when he talked. There is no way this man is real.

For the next two weeks he became a regular. Always at the same time, always ordering the same fucking thing I memorized for some reason, always chatting with me in that sweet, boyish way — asking how my day was, teasing me when I got his name wrong on purpose, calling me “cute barista” with that deadly smile, and every time he spoke, my brain short-circuited.

It can’t be him. It can’t. It can’t.

But the voice was too similar. The slight laugh at the end of his sentences, the way it dropped to subterranean places when he got playful.

I was losing my mind.

One afternoon, when the café was almost empty, I finally gathered the courage.

He was leaning on the counter, watching me make his drink with that soft and still hypnotizing smile.

“Hey… can I have your number?” I asked, cheeks already burning.

Jaehyun blinked once. Then his lips slowly curved into a dangerous little smirk — nothing like his usual golden boy smile.

He took my phone without a word, typed his number in, and handed it back.

I saved it and seconds later he leaned in closer, voice dropping just a little.

“Check your messages,” he said softly.

My heart stopped for infinite reasons, but then I opened the chat with the “new” contact.

There it was. The entire history.

All my drunk voice notes, all my desperate whimpers, all the filthy things I’d said while touching myself thinking about fucking “Unknown Number”.

Jaehyun.

He was the one. He gave me one last smirk, dimples on full display, and casually picked up his americano.

“See you tomorrow, baby,” he whispered, low enough that only I could hear.

Then he walked out like he hadn’t just ruined my entire existence as I stood there behind the counter, face burning red, legs weak, completely malfunctioning.

Oh my god.

The most beautiful man who’s been smiling at me for weeks…

…is the same guy I’ve been sending nudes with my voice to every night.

I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me, but honestly? A big, stupid, butterflies-in-my-stomach part of me was excited.

how may i direct your call?

jack abbot x doctor!reader smau

part 1 - the one where it all begins

part 2 - the one where the girls (+ dennis) get involved

part 3 - the one where he flirts back? maybe?

part 4 - the one where he’s definitely flirting

part 5 - the one with another accidental send

part 6 - the one where he asks her out

part 7 - the one with more greys references

part 8 - the one where the girls come together

part 9 - the one where he’s flirting in the middle of a trauma

part 10 - the one with a charting speedrun

part 9

jack abbot x doctor!reader smau

an: ok so multiple things. hitting a few bigger time jumps! also i am by no means a medical professional so genuinely just ignore any of the jargon as i’m pretty sure it’s wrong! also the coffee date will def be a oneshot😝 that’ll be out tomorrow or monday probably!! so sorry i’m posting this in the middle of the night i got distracted oops! got another date (?) tmrw wish me luck!! (same guy but ambiguous on intentions it’s incredibly loaded pray for me) as usual lmk what you think! mwah!

my requests are open!

comment to be added to the taglist! (this will probably be the last part where they’re still open i can’t believe there’s so many of you!!!)

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