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hii i just read ur eddie x young reader. And i LOVE ITTTT

Can u please do something similar but with young neighbor reader? Where the reader moves in an apartment beside eddie . They meet each one day and they hit it off? (nsfw )

(Ignore this if u don’t like the idea or u can change it)

Knockin' On Heaven's Door

eddie brock x younger fem!reader

summary: you're what people call a ray of sunshine, probably the most likeable person in the planet. so why is this hot idiot next door so mean to you?

warnings: 18+ (minors dni), age gap (you know this blog lives by its name), smut, sunshine!reader x grumpy! eddie (cause his ass just got dumped lol), enemies to lovers (one-sided), kinda mean!eddie, porn with little to no plot, power goes out so they get freaky in the dark, use of pet names, p. in v.(use protection guys pls!!! don't be like this dumbasses fucking raw in the dark), oral (m. receiving), creampie, no venom :(

word count: 4,069 words (it's almost midnight again, me thinks I've forever messed up my sleep schedule cause ain't no way inspo only grows as per my eyebags lol)

side note: got my first request on tumblr!! (insert scarlett johanson dancing in marriage story gif). i love looove the neighbours trope so much (hey! if i had a hot older neighbour i would be doing the most to interact with them, bet); hope this lives up to ur expectations even if i tweaked a few things! also, this happens after eddie gets dumped by anne and moves out of the house lol so he's angry, moppy, horny and dry. what if i make this a series tho, would you like that? requests are open!

You're what people call a ray of sunshine. Ever since you managed to talk, all that comes out of you is happiness: the first sound to come out of your mouth was a laugh, your first word was smile, you have Love as your second name, you made friends on real time record, the profession you chose was that of a patissier and the first ink to grace your skin was a little heart tattoo.

Okay, maybe you've made it your whole personality to be likeable. So what? It's not your fault you light up every place you go, that people love you effortlesly and that life seems to smile your way.

It's the way the cookie crumbles, a fitting phrase for a pastry chef like you. Your friends often joked about it: you, a sweet person, baking little sweet goods to make other's lives sweeter.

And you loved it: your life, your job, your family, friends, cat and little apartment in San Francisco.

There was just one thing missing: because no matter how sweet you made other's peoples worlds by existing, no one was there to make it for you.

Alright, you had enough love and just loved love for the sake of it. Sometimes, a tidbit of romance through your screen or through the couple-d lives of your friends sufficed such desire, but its a lie to say you haven't dreamed of your own.

So when Johanna, the girl who lives across you, comes rushing with the newest gossip: "hot new neighbour moving next door!", there's something that tells you it might be time.

"You have to see him" she emphasizes, "a total eye candy"

That ignites the curiosity inside you, and after some weeks hearing through your walls grunts next door and a constant shuffle of things originally packed in boxes, you find yourself knocking on his door, tray of cookies in your hands.

Yes, you did bake them for him. After all, your chocolate chip cookies are a killer! People do lines to get them at your aunt's cafeteria, just to taste the warm soft dough, the chocolate melting on their mouths. You do this for every other new neighbour that comes around, it's just how you are! But the cookie choice is totally intentional though.

The door flinges open, and for the very first time in years, you find yourself at loss for words; speechless.

The stranger before you is a face you'll never forget. Handsome, of course, but there is something alluring in his beauty, one you can't exactly name, but comes along in a pair of thick lips, brown warm eyes and ink sprinkled across strong arms. Your heart hammers in your chest, and it takes all in you to not drop the tray in your chest right here and now.

"Hey!" you find your voice again. Clearing your throat, you proceed. "You're our new neighbour, right? I'm y/n, I live next door. Thought you'd like something sweet to eat after all that effort" you push the tray to the front, "I made this myself!"

He just stares back, blinking. You think he may be confused by your random act, but it's quite normal to do so with newbies. You love welcoming acts!

The awkward stiffness he radiates doesn't deter you away, though. "This are for you" you insist, "or just take one, if you don't want them all..."

"I hate chocolate" he finally says, with such a scowl on his face, you'd think you killed his entire family.

Oh! He hates chocolate? Who hates chocolate?!

You suddenly feel small and stupid. Without much else to say, you don't know how to proceed. You have your way with words, but no one has ever rejected you in the cold open before. It's left you baffled.

Then, a light bulb goes on in your head.

"Wait, I know you!" he quirks an eyebrow. "You're that reporter from TV, Eddie Brock" you gush, "I love helping others, but what you do is amazing... you're, like on other level, giving a voice to those who don't have one"

You admired him; he was someone who was brave and cared.

"Not anymore" and then the door slams in your face.

It takes you a while to process there, standing in the eerie silence of the empty hall, that Eddie Brock may be the very first person in the world who doesn't like you.

In the end, you'd given the batch of cookies to the homeless people living around your building. Even if it made you feel good, the pang in your chest didn't go away. You simply couldn't forget about the incident (because of pride and embarrasment in equal parts), plus, the fact that he lived next door and you couldn't go on about your day without hearing him pace around his apartment, made the task of forgetting about it difficult.

So in the following days you've avoided him, which has been pretty easy so far, since he barely leaves his apartment and you're busy with work and stuff.

It's friday night, and with the next week's groceries in hand, you take the elevator. The door's about to close when it opens again. You can't believe it: after successfuly evading him for five days, Eddie Brock is trapped with you inside the reduced space; you shouldn't been lazy and taken the stairs instead.

"'Night" he mutters, and you swear you've gone deaf because you barely hear so. You don't know what to do, so you just stand there, clutching your tote bag a little too hard. It could be an accident: he's too drunk out of his mind and doesn't know it's you.

It's not like he's been so nice, but after his asshole-ish move last time you saw each other, you don't expect basic courtesy towards you either.

You get a whiff of his scent, mixed with traces of whiskey. It's unfair how intoxicating it feels―how it's got you wanting more of what isn't yours.

God knows it's been long enough since you've wanted a man this bad.

It's not until the elevator dings again that you realize you've been holding your breath the entire time.

"Bye, pretty"

He casually exits out into your same floor never looking back, without realizing the effect his words have on you, hope slowly making its way through the creaks of your open heart.

Okay, maybe it's your fault for raising such high stakes based on two words and a silly little drunk interaction. Maybe you deserve it: because you've become a bit obsessed with the fact that Eddie hates you, but after yesterday, you've already traced a truce in your mind.

Even Johanna has told you to be cool about it. "It's time someone didn't like you" she joked, but you didn't find it funny. She insisted it's not important, but to you it is! How can he not like you? Maybe if he had a valid reason, you'd stop insisting, despite the let down. But he doesn't have one! And you've been nothing but kind! You think too much about it because it doesn't make any damn sense: you're loosing your mind and your friend just laughs.

The only reason you haven't talked to him again, is because work load has catched up to you.

But now you're here, out on the street, and the first person you see is him: on top of his bike, ready to go out.

"Nice!" you chirp. It may not be a top brand, but the black vehicle is as cool as its owner: the leather jacket, worn out jeans and beat up look is an insane combination that may or may not have you drooling.

"Huh?" he looks back at you, and you swear your cheeks reddened in embarrasment at his deadpan expresion.

"Nice bike, I mean" you nervously laugh, fiddling with a loose string of your sweater. "I love seeing them, but I don't think I'll ever ride one. I get scared too easily, you know?"

He puts his helmet on, "Alright"

Not even a thanks or an attempt of a small talk; what an idiot. Didn't he talk to you last time? Called you pretty? Why is he acting so curt right now?

"Hey, what is your pro-"

Your question doesn't get to be finished, because the engine roars and he's out of there, leaving you confused inside a cloud of smoke, the trail leaving with your last sparks of hope.

It's one of those nights where you just want to lay down and let sleep take control of your body. As soon as you get in your comfy pajamas and sink in the mattress, a noise erupts through the air. Startled, you raise on your feet, the slumber long gone.

Fuck. This hasn't been your week, has it?

The noise comes from outside, and you know who it is: the guy who lives in the corner, right next to the window; he who brings too many women home and plays his guitar a little too loud. It's late an he isn't getting the memo, clearly.

You swing your door open, ready to give him a piece of mind (and perhaps dump your accumulated stress from the week), until you realize you aren't the only one outside on the hall. It's Eddie, and he looks just as pissed as you do.

"Can't sleep?" he asks in a mocking tone, all while avoiding your eyes, rather focused on the common enemy's door.

"What do you think?" you reply, equaling his tone.

You both agree in silence, walking to his door. After some knocking, the guy opens his door: less thrilled when he sees Eddie and more complaint when he sees you.

"Sure, sweetheart. I'll keep it down" and winks. The nerve of this guy. Even Eddie is frowning, surely annoyed at his lack of etiquette. "You can knock anytime, noise or not".

The door closes, but it's Brock who did it, not guitar guy. You're too tired to ask, and after picking what's left of your dignity around him, you decide it's best to walk back to your apartment.

"You know what's funny?" you stop your tracks, laughing, but it's devoid of amusement, "I lost my sleep".

He just stares back, and you're tired of the way conversations have to run by your side, for the very first time. You keep on walking, but as soon as your hand touches your doorknob, he speaks up:

"Goodnight" a small truce, you think. But you're not falling this time.

So you do the right think: walk inside without saying a word, and just like him, never looking back.

You wake up agitated in the middle of the night. It's raining: not just a normal rain but a huge storm. You look over at your alarm, noticing its characteristically red numbers are as pitch black as the sky above you. It's also thundering, and God, do you hate noises and thunder.

You jump again at another one cutting through the sky, and decide it's for the best to just stay awake until it's time to wake up. According to your phone, you have about three hours until morning rises. That's enough time to watch a movie or two. Even to pet your cat, which is laying next to your bed, clearly unbothered―unlike his owner.

But there's a problem: when you try to turn the switch, no lights go on. Your incredulous laugh ecos in the room.

Not only a storm, but also a fucking black out.

Scare slowly creeps up, and the shivers you feel are definitely not only because of the temperature drop.

So you grab your phone and head out, without clearly thinking and obviously in panic, because the first thing you do is knock on your neighbour's door.

Eddie's.

"Oh!" it takes a while for him to answer his door, but when he does, his phone's flashlight burns your eyes. "Sorry" he apologizes, and you don't know if it's for that or the fact he didn't answer; maybe for everything too, "didn't hear the knocking with all the thunder".

You say it's fine, that you're just checking to see if you're not the only one without light.

He flicks a nearby switch to no avail, "I'm afraid everyone in the whole building too"

Eddie probably notices your frightened state, the way you shiver like a lost puppy, and feels sorry.

"Wanna come inside?" he offers, hands inside his grey sweater's pockets.

For the very first time since you met him, he looks at you, but really looks at you: eyes roaming over your body, an all too familiar feeling painted across his brown orbs.

You realize a bit late what you're wearing: a teensy short and top, a set of pajamas that happens to be your most comfortable. Favorite too. Appropiate for this emergency meeting? Maybe not.

"You want me to?" you asked, confused. "I thought you hated me"

The only sound across the hall is the droplets of rain outside, some tapping in the window next to you and his apartment.

He looks rather embarrased, "I don't".

"Then you're just an idiot" you counter back, and he doesn't fight you about it.

"Fair" he says, "I can make some coffee?"

Maybe he's pretty convincing or you're a people pleaser, but as soon as he proposes, you're caving in just like that.

"Fine, but you better let me bring my cat"

Truth is, Muffin plays hard to get, but now he's resting in Eddie's lap―purring, as you two sip quietly on your coffee. Traitor.

"I used to have a cat" he says, cutting through the silence.

"Oh!" you leave your mug on his table, next to the candle; the only source of light in the room, "didn't think of you as a cat person".

"Tecnically, it belongs to my fiancée. Sorry, ex-fiancée" he makes a pause, "bet that cat doesn't miss me".

"I didn't know you had a, uh-" you're not sure how to proceed, so you trail off. Muffin jumps from Eddie's lap to the kitchen, lost in the dark.

"Yeah, I had a fiancée, cat, house, and job. Then I lost everything" he dry chuckles, humorlessly, "guess that's why I'm so bitter"

"I'm sorry" you say on the most sincere tone you can muster. Eddie wonders how can you be so kind and forgiving, especially after he's been nothing but an asshole to you.

"Doesn't mean I should've been a douchebag for no reason. You didn't deserve it" he apologizes, embarrased.

You stay in silence for some more time but then he says: "Not an excuse, but it's been real bad days"

The candlelight is so flickering, you don't know if he's seen your eyes, but by the way he gulps, you think he did.

"Maybe... I could offer a helping hand"

Why had you said that? Are you out of your mind? You barely know the guy, who, by the way, had been a jackass to you like, five minutes ago. But he's hot! And you love to help!

Jesus, talk about dignity and boundaries.

"Y-you would?" he stammers, but the way his hand travels to your lap reveals nothing but security.

He's not asking if you've gone insane or what exactly you mean by that: he's just asking if you would do it.

Would you help?

"Don't you know, Eddie?" your voice drops a sultry octave, "I love to help".

You lean close enough for him to smell the cinammon scent of your skin. Soon, he's leaning too, playing along even against his better judgment. It's too soon, but he's so drawn into you and can't resist it no more; ever since he met you.

His cock twitches in his pants, "help me, then"

It happens too fast, one second you're sipping on your coffee, looking like the most warm and softhearted person in the world and now you're on your knees, deep into his carpet, tugging at his belt with your teeth, a hunger he hasn't seen before in your eyes and filthy needy mouth.

Sex with Anne was sweet and normal. Vainilla. You smell like it too, but there's a difference: you have the appetite of a siren.

Using your hands, you remove the leather your teeth had beggin with, moving them to tug his ripped jeans down, pulling the zipper too in the process. You keep using your mouth, now to get rid of his boxers, where the outline is tight over his cock. Eddie finds himself so aroused to the point he feels hot, even if there's a storm outside and the candle barely provides warmth.

"You sure have a mouth" he mumbles in ecstasy, drunk in the sight of your glimmering lips, coated in saliva. He's dripping too: everywhere.

His cock bounces out, almost hitting you in the face.

"Look at you" you coo, "already dripping for me. What a pretty cock you've got, Mr. Brock"

Fuck, he's going to hell after this. But you can't corrupt what's already corrupted.

"Then you better show me what you mean"

You lick the tip, already leaking with precum. He tenses momentarily, and then stiffle a moan when you take his balls into your mouth, a similar sound coming from you. You suck lightly at them, running your tongue along the sensitive skin.

His hips buckle into your face, and you have to chuckle at the fact it's probably the first time he's ever has his dick sucked this good.

"Don't stop" he huffs.

You obey, tongue tracing along the underside of his cock until you're back at his tip. Eddie's still inside his drunk haze when he feels you taking all of him inside your mouth in one single movement.

"Fuck-!" he chokes out, the thunder outside shutting the vulgar sounds coming out of his plush lips. "Think you can take more?"

His large hand touches the back of your head and pushes it forward with force. His cock presses deeper into your throat, tip hitting the back of it. You feel yourself gag, but the wet spot that's starting to form in your panties says otherwise.

He twists your hair tightly, holding you in place as he fucks your throat with his cock. You feel tears, and Eddie thinks he's never had a prettier sight than you: glossy eyes, looking up to him as you take all his cock.

"I know you can, baby" he presses, "help me like you said you would, yeah?"

His fat cock is blocking your air supply, but the subtle motivation and praise in his eyes is enough to keep you going, thought your throat ends up bulging from the size of his cock, stretching out to accommodate his size.

You said you would help, right? And even if you always do it for the altruist reward, something about being used in such a vulgar and rough way has your chest and panties feeling warm.

Brock groans, body sweating and muscles tense. He yanks you up by your hair, chasing the orgasm like an animal, every movement feeling almost primal.

"Stay there" he feels it coming, "don't move".

You gurgle something, spit rushing down your chin and dripping onto your chest.

"It's almost over, sweetheart" his eyes roll back, head resting on the coach he'd barely used until now, where he's fucking you in the mouth, "I knew that filthy mouth of yours could take me"

You open your mouth wider, anticipating. Tension releases: and he's pounding out his orgasm in your throat, hips banging into your face. You swallow it all, even if you can't taste it since he was so deep in you. He pulls out, a string of spit connecting his tip with your lips.

"Thanks" his voice comes out rough, "you do know how to help those in need"

You wipe your chin with your hand, voice hoarse, "I suppose"

There's some silence afterwards, and now Eddie is cursing he doesn't know what else to say.

"Power is still out" he speaks, "we've got some hours left until the sun rises again"

"So what's your idea?" you giggle, "tell scary stories in the dark?"

You both laugh, but you stop and deadpan. "Please don't, I get scared very easily" and you pout those pretty lips of yours out. How can you be such an adorable but greedy girl? It's hard to believe you're the same person.

"Not that" he swallows thickly. Why is he doing this? Was a blowjob (a fantastic blowjob, by the way) by a young insatiable thing like you enough to make him go mad? "I want to help you too".

Before you protest, he's pulling you and sealing your lips with a hot kiss. His tongue slips into your mouth, playing with it. He pulls out, biting your lower lip.

"Eddie" you whine, "b-bed, now"

He's supposed to be older and smarter, so why is his resolve melting away this quickly? Following your orders immediately, your back bouncing on the soft mattress of his bed. As soon as you lay, his lips trail kisses down your throat.

"God, you smell so good" you giggle, "bet this pussy will taste as sweet, huh?"

His cold fingertips grace the fabric of your tiny shorts and the touch gives you goosebumps, "look at you" he tugs your panties, nudging at your cunt. "So soaked... is this for me, baby?"

"Yes, Eddie" the way you say his name is enough to make even the strongest man fold, his dick jolting in response. "Take it"

Both of you remove your clothes in such a hurry, you hope you haven't damaged your favorite pair of pajamas.

"Let me see her" he demands, so you spread your legs, revealing your dripping pussy.

When you kiss again, the underlying carnal desire is mutual, saliva connecting in a silver thread as you both gasp for aire. Your hands wander across his chest, fingers playing with his tensing muscles.

"I promise to reward her, okay?" he lines his cock up with your entrance, the fat tip nudging against you, sticky with precum.

You're desperate with anticipation, practically begging, "please do".

He pushes inside you fully, balls slaping against your sticky clit hard. He’s so deep, pushing against your cervix and stretching you out with each thrust, making even the task of breathing painful and laborious.

Brock feels like he's ruined you, yet you look rather content. You've been used to giving; your kindness of a caretaker nature. You're used to giving your all and not receiving, so with every new thrust against you, his hips slamming, you know you'll never feel this pleasure again with anyone else, the delicious sense hitting you in waves that make you feel dizzy. So, in a way, he has ruined you.

"That desperate for me to fill you?" there's no answer, but the sound of rain and skin clapping against skin.

"Yes, give it to me” you sob, "Eddie, please!"

"Focus on taking it" he guides you. It may make him a pervert, but he isn't changing the sheets any time soon; they'll be covered in you and he'll smell them everytime he gets inside them. "I'm gonna cum"

You moan, lightly tugging at the strands of damp hazel hair. He chokes out a husky groan, heat pooling on his stomach.

Eddie's dick twitches inside you, cum filling your eager insides with the biggest load you’ve ever felt. Your pussy clenches, spasming, wrapping tighter around his length in a needy way, your high coming almost at the same time.

Both your breathes come out in ragged pants. He nuzzles against your neck, skins equally damped.

"Fuck"

As soon as those words leave his mouth, the power returns. You should go now, as this is the reason you stayed, but none of you make the move to leave.

"Stay?" he pleads, "It's still raining outside"

How can you say no to those brown puppy eyes? Does he think he can fuck you this good and then make you leave?

"Alright" you swear he smiles, and it's the prettiest smile you've seen in your life. Could you fall this easily in love? "But turn off the lights: I have work tomorrow and need some sleep"

"Whatever you say, baby" he nips at your lower lip, "you know I love to help"

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octonerd · 2 months ago

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Two hats swap AU! / Kind of overall swap AU Siffrin the ever-dashing and elusive rogue and their party journey to save the world from an entity known as The Jamboree, who seeks to trap all of Vauguard in an endless dance. The party is comprised of a dorky nerd, a possibly-blasphemous housemaiden and a superstitious archeologist (oh also there's a fisherman..woman?). i will draw the rest of the groups designs soon enough... click read more for more info!!!! GRRRRRRR PLS READ ITTTT

okay so this au just started as a loop human design but like the idea of a whole ass role swap au began to like start spinning around in my head, its all built around Sif's control issues, as the star actor/director, rather than avoidance. This is represented in Loop's more performative getup/look and then reversed for Stardust's (og siffrin) design, with the consequences of stardust's loops being they avoid taking responsibility entirely and hide away.

also for less name confusion: Siffrin = Loop Stardust = Siffrin

oh also the whole group is swapped! including bonnie who just isnt here (Petronille is here instead) Isabeau is a Dork who used to be a rough and tough tomboy as a kid (i can actually relate) Odile is someone who looks to more cultural or spiritual answer's to things and is actually an archeologist! she's fr a researcher and yes its due to backstory reasons. Mirabelle is a housemaiden, who despite growing up in a house (orphaned/didn't really get a choice), She never quite grew to love change as much as the housemaiden's who raised her would've hoped. She wasn't a hero by any means but going from an aimless young adult who was afraid to try new things to having the world's fate sprung upon you changes you whether you like it or not. pls pls if yall have any suggestions/idea just comment/dm them!!! i will bite ya'll i swear I'm very sane and normal pls...

#isat #isat spoilers #in stars and time #isat siffrin #isat loop #two hats ending #two hats spoilers #GUYSSS I MADE A NEW AU...WHAT SHOULD I DO WITH IT #SHAKES YOU GRGRGRGRRRRRR #official octo art

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yayayxs · 1 year ago

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Summary: Bada exposes your guy’s relationship on live “accidentally”

Bada Lee x Fem!Reader

Fluff

A/N: I’ve already made a fic like this but another one wouldn’t hurt and I’ve been dyinggg to write about this for so longgg.

Just a small little fic for y’all :3

“I’m sooo boreddd” Bada whined as she cuddled up next to you, smelling your signature scent (enter smell of your choice) on your clothes. Her hair soft against your neck.

You giggled and kept scrolling on your phone, liking edits of your girlfriend and other pictures of Bada. You smiled at how gorgeous she looked all the time.

Bada shuffled a bit on the couch noticing how she wasn’t getting your attention and how stuck you were on your phone, smiling at something, she furrowed her eyebrows.

“What are you looking at that’s making you giggle and kick your feet?” She asked sitting up, you looked at her as she had a cute bothered face on, you flipped your phone as Bada was met with a picture of her.

“You duh, who else have you seen make me giggle and kick my feet?” You asked

Bada stayed silent.

You let out a hum.

“Exactly.”

“Okay but I’m right here? You don’t have to look at your phone so see my beautiful face” She whined, frowning as she cuddled against you once more, comforted by the fact no other woman was making you act that way, that wasn’t her.

“Yeah but these people have crazy talent editing you like that.” You said as another Bada edit popped up on your feed, music blearing from your speaker as you liked the edit.

Bada rolled her eyes sarcastically.

You pecked her cheek and smiled.

God, she was in love with you.

If she would have gotten the engagement ring she customized just for you a week ago, she swear she would propose to you right now.

Suddenly two voices could be heard from your phone and then music. It was a edit of both of you, with #(your couples name). You automatically licked it with no hesitation. Bada looked towards your phone as she stopped playing with your hair.

“Ooh I like that one” she said.

“Me too, it’s my favorite one so far” you said, then you opened the comments.

Let’s just say it was a mix.

“She’s pretty but not pretty enough for Bada 😕”

“Yeah I don’t think Bada would date someone like her…”

“There’s no way they could be together, they don’t even have chemistry”

Let’s just say hate comments were slowly over flowing the positive comments.

Badas eyes widened as these random people were commenting on your guy’s private relationship. Quickly she snatched your phone from your grasp before you could keep reading them.

“Stupid people, don’t even know what they’re talking about…” Bada mumbled angrily.

You hugged Bada, and smiled.

“You’re cute when youre mad” you said and pinched her cheek jokingly. She only stared at you with a serious expression on her face and read “are you serious?”

“What? Those little hate comments don’t affect me they don’t know nothing about-“ your voice was cut off when Bada scrolled to your instagram account.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion at her actions.

“Babe what are you doing?”

She quickly clicked the camera icon and then pressed “Start Live”

Before you could even react she immediately kissed you in-front of the camera, with the instagram live started as she held the camera up to your guy’s faces.

You started to really get into it before you realized what exactly you were doing.

You were live making out with Bada, who you two haven’t even confirmed your relationship, in front of thousands of people.

You quickly snapped out of it reaching for your phone back from Badas grasp and ended the live. You breathed heavily, trying to catch your breath.

“Why did you-“

Again, Bada leaned in kissing you before you could finish what you were saying.

“My hand slipped, sorry.”

This is short asf and rushed but hope y’all liked itttt lmk if y’all want more Bada fics and send me requests pls!!

#lee bada x reader #bada lee x reader #bada x reader #bada lee #bada imagine

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starzgaze · 7 months ago

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SCRAPPED: MANA OVERLOAD

"what happens if there was a sudden influx in mana that could twist with a hunter's sanity? well i might be able to answer that!"

scenario/ramble: behold my scrapped art of the concept i had ahahahhahahahah I actually have jinchul and thomas in my drafts but like i hate how they ended up SOOOO anyway here!!! I'll ramble a bit on the three because it feels way too weird to also include thomas and jinchul because they're... not there so yeah anyway this was supposed to be around the concept of mana overload and how this screw up their psyche and YOU will be acting as a researcher who will help to facilitate them because higher ups said so! anyway the main idea is two of them (jinchul and hae-in) would be 'cured' or whatevr.. but they used to be patients they were just given jobs on the facility just to prove themselves and blah blah which is why u shouldn't trust hae-in or even jinchul for the matter.. erm and of course we have the national hunters who r complete psychos and the main reason why ure there LMAOO you can try to guess which one of them threatened the department to put you in their block but it's one of them for sure!! okay anyway if uve read allat tysm anyway ill work on something else and hibernate again baiaiai ALSO!!! U MIGHT WANNA CHECK REBLOGS CAUSE CAUSE i add doodles so hehe pls 🙏

also ignore ugly layout I've been struggling how to organize it and I HATE ITTTT don't mention it to me please i swear I'll compensate by writing a fic or making something else pls.... 😭

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magica124 · 15 days ago

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YEAR END MUTUALS APPRECIATION POSTTTT

Soo the year is ending, but a new one is also beginning and therefore it is very much required for me to appreciate the moots in my Tumblr life.

Tho first and foremost the man himself has to be appreciated so KANHA U CUTU THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME THE COURAGE TO INTERACT AND BE ON THIS BEAUTIFUL SITE TO MEET PEOPLE WITH EQUALLY BEAUTIFUL SOULS. *KISSES FOR THE CUTU*

Now for my moots,

@seedhe-pahad-se girl you are my second follower here and you are appreciated for being a very relatable desi girll and i love your posts like thanks for those posts they make my dayy.

@krishnaaradhika for me you are one of the few blogs that made me love kanha even more than i did and i love your blog for just how much of kanha i find there oh love your mood boards

@chaliyaaa i love your moodboards but gurll WHERE ARE YOUR OC MOOD BOARDDDD i wanted to see themmmm also i love everything you post and when i see your post im like CHALIYAAAA IS HEREEEE

@ssj2hindudude love your Aru Shah incorrect quotes tho i have yet to read much about them, but i love your writing soo writeeee

@itsmeljoana idk much about you but i loveee how cute your posts and reblogs areee especially Sailor Moon onesss

@s-3lliot you are also a blog idk much about but I JUST LOVE YOU VIBESSS its comforting

@fastenyourseatbelts YOUR BLOG IS CHAOTIC AND I LOVE ITTTT AND SINCE YOU ARE @ranijaisichaal LOVE THAT BLOG OF YOURS AS WELL

@aahanna RELATABLE AND AESTHETIC IS WHAT YOUR BLOG IS TO MEE

@braj-raj YOU WRITINGGGSSS OOOOF ME LOVE THEMMMM MUAH

@tum-naam-sochlo-merese-ni-hora GURL YOUR ART BUTIFULL CHEFS KISSSSSSSSSS MUAHH

@sumiyxx SONIIIII CUTUUU BABBBYYYY MY RELATABLE CHELLLIII CUTUUU

@yeh-mera-deewanapan-hai YOU GIVE ME COOL VIBES LETS BE FRIENDSS PLSSS

@randomx123 YOU ARE THE SWEETEST BOII LIKE EVERY TIME I TAG YOU, YOU REPLYYY THANK YOUUU

@archpoet77 YOUR BLOG MAKES ME HAPPY LIKE HAPPY HAPPY SO THANKS

@shinchansbitch got to know of you through the daddymon thing that happened and also of your interactions with cake ME LIKE YOUR BLOG

@maintohoonpagal your blog is very pleasing to my eyes aur kabhi likhna mat chodhna

@delulululu-majnu MY INTROVERT SOUL LOVES YOUR BLOG

@syamakrishna YOU ARE THE SWEETEST AND HAVE A VERY BEAUUTIFUL SOUL AND IT IS A JOY TO LEARN FROM YOU

@groovycynicalcheesecake THE MOST CHAOTIC INDIVIDUAL ON THIS APP LIKE GURL SPAMM IS OK BUT WHY DO YOU DO IT AT SUCH AN UNGODLY HOUR THO I STILL APPRICIATE IT SO DONT STOPPP AND SLEPP WELL U IDIOTTT CAKEE

@kanha-ki-fangirl VIII I AM SOO PROUD OF YOU FOR EXISTING AND BEING MY MOOT LIKE THANK YOUUU SOO MUCHH

@shubhadeep385 YOU CAN DO ITT context pata hai toh theek nahi pata hai toh puch na mat

@maraudersbitchesassemble your bolg is fun and i like it ☺️

@mi-stress-of-chaos JUST AS YOUR NAME YOU ARE CHAOS AND I LOVE ITTT KEEP IT UPPPP

@zeherili-ankhein GOT TO KNOW YOU FROM NAVARATRI POSTS YOU MADE AND STAYED FOR THE REST OF YOUR BLOG AND LOVE YOUR INTERACTIONS WITH @h0bg0blin-meat AND @randomx123 ANDDD LOVE YOUR DRAWINGSSSS

@krishna-priyatama hii ummm soo idk much abt you but ill get to know you and make a better appreciation post next yearrrrr

@lalenn LIAAAA MY CO-GIRLFRIEND (its an inside joke dont ask) WHO KNEW I WOULD MEET SOMEONE LIKE YOU I THANK KANHA SOO MUCH BECAUSE HE LED US TOO MEET I WOULD LOVE TO MEET YOU IRLL

@ishaaron-ishaaron-me FINNALLY I CAN TAGG YOU HERE, MOST OF THE TIME I COULD NOT BUT THANK YOU FOR SENDING ME KANHA'S PICSS THE DAY YOU DID IT MADE ME SOO HAPPYY

@mausamii GURL YOUR MOOOD BOARDSS ARE SOOO PRETTYYYY LIKE SOOO PRETTYYYYY AND THANK YOUUU

@saanjh-ki-dulhan LOVE YOUR WRITINGSSS AND THANKS FOR THE RECENT POST YOU WROTEEE LIKEEE OOOOF MY HEART I CANT TELL YOU I AM YOUR FANNN ME FANNNN

Ok now I am concluding my appreciation post, just in case i did forget about one of my moots pls do let me know and yeah

LOVE YOU GUYS

#for my cutu moots #MY MOOTS #LOVE YOU GUYSS

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sworeidnevercompromise · 29 days ago

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𐙚 shameless: a drew starkey smau < part ten > series masterlist

AUTHOR'S NOTE: lots happening in this one!! no drama though...not yet, anyway. 🥸

bffuser

liked by youruser and others bffuser people...places...things

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youruser so happy to have you back in nyc bffuser @/youruser let me move into your apartment next

ayoedebiri that pho on the third slide...so good bffuser @/ayoedebiri phomazing

youruser come back already! bffuser @/youruser okay!

sw33t3stgirlin-town lana mention

mozzerellagrrl17 y/n's here but where's drew? did they break up or smth y/nmarryme @/mozzerellagrrl17 wtf r u talking about? she's just hanging out w her friends. she and drew aren't attached at the hip bro

dstarkeyupdates

liked by drewstarkeyfan and others dstarkeyupdates via drew's insta story

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drewplsmarryme FUCKKKK NOOOOO! drewstarkeyfan @/drewplsmarryme girl he DOESN'T WANT YOU! let him and y/n be happy tf

ivylynndeservedbetter yo this is crazy 😵‍💫

user322 that should be me holding ur hand that should be me making u laugh

jumbleina hand placement omfg

y/nsource living vicariously through drew rn dstarkeyupdates @/y/nsource i want BOTH!

starmagazine

liked by dstarkeyupdates and others starmagazine Drew Starkey spotted outside him & girlfriend Y/N Y/L/N's apartment building. When asked about the recent rumors that the couple is reportedly "moving too fast," Starkey replied "Of course we're moving too fast. I'm obsessed with her. She's amazing." Starkey was asked about the flowers he was holding, and he confirmed that they were for Y/L/N. More info at the link in bio.

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jadababy2006 I WAS THERE I TOOK THIS PICTURE! he also called y/n the "prettiest girl" and she came out of the building and she called him "angel" it was SO FUCKING CUTE i almost threw up

55raven55 ok is it a little weird that he said he's obsessed w her or am i tripping zombi3killa @/55raven55 ur tripping. shes so hot if i were her bf id be obsessed w her too

drewstarkeyfan THE FLOWERSSSS IM GONNA CRY

y/ngetbehindme need this for me so bad

youruser

liked by drewstarkey and others youruser weekend getaway w my boys

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drewstarkey never letting the dog near a body of water again youruser @/drewstarkey no yeah he smelled awful

drewstarkey let's go again youruser @/drewstarkey you were JUST complaining abt the mosquitoes 🤨

madelyncline ok u guys are very cute and all but can the next post just be your dog please? youruser @/madelyncline spamming u w dog photos rn 🫡

y/ngetbehindme hoo boy the second pic

y/nsource both of u r my celeb crush

karencartwrighthater SECOND PIC IM LITERALLY SCREAMING WITHOUT THE S strkygrl @/karencartwrighthater mama your comments are public you know

mollyjocelyn

liked by esquire and others mollyjocelyn Walked around NYC with @/youruser for @/esquire. We chat about the best hot dogs in the city, being a dog mom, and a certain actor you might be hearing a lot about recently. Read at the link in my bio.

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youruser best interview ever. had so much fun with you molly ❤️ mollyjocelyn @/youruser Anytime girl.

julesdabest i- I'm the bike.

y/ngetbehindme ESQUIREEEE??? our girl's moving UP! vogue next pls

y/nsource this interview is so well written i LOVE it! kudos to you mama mollyjocelyn @/y/nsource Haha thank you! As long as the Y/N Y/L/N stan accounts are happy, I'm happy!

y/nsource

liked by y/nsangels and others y/nsource Y/N in a recent post shared by playwright Jami Noyce. Maybe a new project?

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y/nsangels doesn't jami noyce write plays that go to broadway? is y/n finally getting her broadway debut?

randomhater jesus fucking christ this chick is everywhere y/nsource @/randomhater and yet you're always commenting on posts about her. looks like someone is a secret fan! drewstarkeyfan @/randomhater @/y/nsource CLOCK ITTTT!

spotconlonlover oh my god i hope this play goes to broadway !!! i'd love to see y/n on stage

br00klynbaby this play ended workshops a little while ago i think they're going to previews soon! so hopefully a casting announcement is posted soon. i think they're keeping the cast under wraps bc it's y/n's debut and they want it to be a surprise?

esquire

liked by 656angelx and others esquire Y/N Y/L/N took a stroll around New York City with Esquire's very own @/mollyjocelyn. Read the article at the link in bio- and stay tuned for more videos & interviews with @/youruser!

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mollyjocelyn Such an awesome opportunity. Thank you @/esquire ♥️ by author

youruser run it uppp ♥️ by author

austinnorth55 the kid don't play

madelyncline i feel like a proud mother

drewstarkey 😍 ♥️ by author

y/nsource yes yes yes

y/nsangels !!!!! more interviews & vids coming soon? LFG!!!

drewstarkey 20m

#drew starkey x reader #drew starkey #drew starkey fanfiction #drew starkey smau #jojo's works #model/actress!user #jojo's au's #work: shameless

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mikobeautifulheart · 8 months ago

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woohoo omg speaking of jjk imagine you touching THEIR weak spot... pls include yuuji, yuuta, toge along w other chars (if you're doing?) thank youu <3

Omg yessssss. *Also not proof read.

Okay I'm thinking I'll do Yuji, Megumi and a part 2 for , Yuta and Toge and make other parts for Gojo, Geto, Nanami maybe Sukuna you get it.

Their weak spot

INCLUDING: YUJI and MEGUMI

(Slightly suggestive if you know what I mean)

Yuji

The room was silent- to silent. The static of the TV buzzed in your ears along with the sound of Yuji's snoring.

He had come back exhausted from a mission and fell asleep next to you while watching a movie. You look over to see him totally knocked out- and that's when curiosity got the best of you.

He was wearing a thin white shirt, one that was most likely to be worn under his uniform so it was thinner then what you expected, but also a great opportunity.

Every time you guys had cuddled in the past he would seem to subtlety pull away when ever your hand got to close to the middle of his back. At first you didn't notice it but eventually the need to see what he was hiding got the best of you.

He turned onto his stomach; fool left his guard down, you thought.

With out a second thought you ran your finger up Yuji's spine sending visible shivers across his body. He shot up and stared at you in disbelief.

"Did you just-"

you nodded slowly.

"C'me here" He said, one hand holding your thigh down, the other reaching up and tickling you.

"Noooo Yuji please I didn't mean itttt" You squealed as he came to a sudden stop.

"Fuck- you turned me on." He said letting out frustrated sigh.

"I can fix that~"

Megumi

"Hey Megumi, I think I lost my charger around here somewhere, have you seen it?" You asked holding your dead phone.

"Hold on I think I might have accidently kicked it under the couch"

This was it, for to long have you let Megumi turn his back on you with out expecting an attack.

He got down on the floor, arm under the lounge feeling around for the charger, while you got up slowly on it truing to not burst out in laughter.

here goes nothing.

You reach your hand out and poke the back of his neck watching as he suddenly jumps up, hitting his head on the coffee table next to him.

"Ouch. Oh you are dead " He said standing up.

"Megumi. Now lets be rational here-" You said walking backwards not breaking eye contact.

"Oh yeah I'll be very rational, make sure the punishment fits the crime."

"Now think about this, about what your going to do" You said

"Thought long and hard about it"

Your back hit the wall making you jump slightly. You turned your head to see if there was anything you could use as a distraction to get away.

You turn your head back to feel a hot breath on your neck.

Not even a second you felt hands go around the back of your upper thighs and your feet leave the ground.

"Maybe next time you should think your actions through."

THANK YOU FOR READING ♡

AUTHOURS NOTE: My inboxes are dangerously low now guysss. Reblogs are welcomedddd. Have a good whatever time.

#jujustu kaisen #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jjk x you #megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro #yuji itadori x reader #yuji x reader #yuji itadori #fushiguro megumi

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baocean · 2 months ago

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starting over - rafe cameron [two]

smau! rafecameron x youtuber!reader

summary: you’ve moved back to the obx after 4 years of growing your career in california. your friendships stayed afloat during your time away, you can’t say the same about your relationship. but rafe hears your back in town, and it set on not letting you go this time.

masterlist! | one | two | three |

sarahcam: so so so good to have my girl back

ccccleo: seriously nothing better than this

kiaracarrera: brings tears to my eyes

jbroutledge: girlhood ✨

↳ sarahcam: okay john b

popeheyward: THE GIRLS!!!!

yourusername: i’m never leaving again if i try chain me to a pole ☺️

↳ sarahcam: chain to pole got it anything else?

yourusername posted a story!

you set up your camera, sitting criss cross applesauce in front of it, your phone in your lap.

“hi it’s yn! it’s been super busy with my move back to the obx, so i thought i would give you guys an opportunity to ask about my new experiences or my old ones!”

“i posted on my instagram story about an hour ago, so let’s read some questions!” you smiled at the camera, then did some scrolling.

“oh this one is a good one! what are you most excited to be able to do now that you’re home? being home with my family and friends all while being able to vlog and film videos is such a comfort, i’m so grateful to be able to continue my career while being home with my favorite people.” you nodded, moving on.

“hair care routine? wash every other day, leave in conditioner, hair oil, try not to use heat- but if you do, wear heat protectant! usually, i get a trim every couple months to keep my hair healthy and growing!”

your eyes brushed over a question that had your heart beat out of your chest.

“are you and rafe going to reconnect now that you’re back in the obx?” you paused, giving the camera a superficial smile, “hmm since he broke my heart, probably not. but thanks for the question!”

you would cut that part out later.

liked by: sarahcam, popeheyward, kiaracarrera, and 501,362 more!

yourusername: always dancing

sarahcam: i literally love you with all my heart

jjmaybank: seriously these two! such cuties! my goodness!

↳ kiaracarrera: so funny j! 😐

↳ yourusername: he’s getting blocked ☺️

jbroutledge: can i have a single day alone w my gf pls im begging you

↳ yourusername: no!

popeheyward: duo of a lifetime (besides me and @ccccleo)

↳ ccccleo: ❤️

user: your video today I LOVEDDDD ITTTT

↳ user: she didn’t answer my question :/// i asked about r*fe

↳ user: censoring his name is crazy work 😭

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pixlokita · 10 months ago

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Fanart for my bestie @forgotten-plotline ‘s fic because Callie Cougar is my fave 🫶

✨Camp Fazbear ✨ is so good pls read itttt aaaaa 💥

#Camp Fazbear #fate #five nights at freddy's #fnaf #… I love drawing teef #y’know like nya ฅ(•ㅅ•❀)ฅ #-evaporates-#pix doodles

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visforvengeance · 9 months ago

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un jour c'est toi que je partirai

Notes: Howdy! ok so this is a filler chapter. this was originally gonna be chapter 3 buuuut the way I started it wasn't matching how I wanted the chapter to end. so pls forgive me lmao. I wanted to get something out to you guys bc I know it's been a while since the last chapter. I still don't know if i want this series to end before the next season comes out or not but I'm def gonna keep writing itttt

Warnings: cursing? she/her pronouns. mentions of suicide, idk if this should be a tw but description of a panic attack, carmy is a perv in this lowkey. masturbation. when I said philip, i was totes talking about lip gallagher. not too much happens in this. please let me know if I missed anything and thanks for reading <3.

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“Mikey killed himself.”

He couldn’t do it. Where are you, Carmen? His brother’s funeral was today. You’re supposed to be here. He’s sorry, but he can’t. What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? He still couldn’t believe it. Fuck, his chest was starting to hurt. He was getting sweaty, his hearing began to fade in and out, and he couldn’t breathe. He can’t fucking breathe. He can’t stop the tears or the sob that tore through him. It echoed throughout his apartment. Fuck this shit.

He stood in disbelief as he looked upon the one restaurant that could have him shitting bricks. It looked old. And, familiar. And, not his, but absolutely fucking his now. Shit, he couldn’t fucking believe it. This fucking restaurant that haunted his dreams, that he spent his whole life chasing was officially his. He hurried to unlock the door and get inside. He hadn’t told anyone that he was back in Chicago. He wanted to embrace it on his own for a second. It still smelled the same, like Mikey and cigarettes, grease, bleach, and Mikey.

He looked at the picture frames, news clippings, and awards scattered across the wall. He was starting to feel a bit overwhelmed. He hadn’t set foot inside this place in two years, and now his brother is dead and he’s standing in his restaurant.

He heard the bell ring and turned to see his big sister, “Carmy?” God, did he miss her. He missed them all, he really did. Even insufferable Richie and fucking Fak. And, Y/N. He hadn’t let go of the last conversation they shared. His one shot at true love and he’d gone and fucked it all. Whatever.

He walked over to Natalie, embracing her dearly. “Hi, sis.” He smirked at her as she gasped and swatted his chest. “Why didn’t you tell me you were here? I would’ve gotten you from the airport,” she said with a frown. He shook his head as he waved her off. He smiled up at her, genuinely smiling. “I wanted to surprise you.” “Consider me surprised. So, had a chance to take a look around yet?” He sighed and shook his head. “James told me the store’s not really in good standing?” Natalie let out an exasperated sigh. “Fuck no. I don’t know what the hell Mikey has gotten himself into, Bear.”

“You, uh, you know where he keeps the records and shit like that?” Natalie shook her head as she took a seat in one of the booths, “you’d have better luck asking Richie.” Ugh. Carmen loathed Richie. But, he tolerated him because he was family and Mikey’s best friend. “Have you seen him around lately?” “Yeah, I told him to meet me here so we could get a headstart on figuring out all of this shit.” Carmen sat in the seat across from Nat, “good. I bet he’ll have some idea.” Natalie nodded slowly as she thinned out her lips. “So,” she says as she clasps her hands together in front of her, “does Y/N know you’re here?” Fuck. She doesn’t know.

Honestly, he didn’t know if he should even tell her. Would she come to see him? Did he have a chance? He hadn’t seen or heard anything about her since Christmas dinner. “No, I haven’t spoken to her since Christmas.” He paused before speaking. “You know she told me she loved me that night?” Natalie had some idea of what was going on between them. Carmen, being the moody little brother he is, kept her out of his business as much as possible. And, Y/N tried to spare her the details for fear of grossing her out.

“And, what did you say?” “That I loved her too.” For the first time, he was honest. So honest that it scared him. When he thinks back on that night, it almost makes him want to vomit. She felt bad for her brother, this need for Y/N but being unable to do anything about it was eating him up inside and anyone could tell that he wasn’t alright. Pair that with grief and an existential crisis, she didn’t know how he was managing. “How is she?” He knows Mikey’s death couldn’t have been easy for her either. “She’s..coping as best as she can.” He’d love nothing more than to be with her in moments like these, ones that you know you shouldn’t be going through alone.

“She seeing anyone?” Carmen couldn’t help himself as he asked. Natalie hesitated before answering and that filled Carmen with such dread. “Um, some guy that she went to college with. I think his name is Philip?” He flinched like he was about to be hit. Now, he knows more than he’d like. “Are they like dating? Boyfriend and girlfriend?” Carmen wasn’t trying to pry information out of Natalie for his own personal gain, no way. He was simply inquiring about a friend.

“Why are you asking?” Natalie was suspicious of the younger boy. If she didn’t know any better, she’d say he was planning to shoot his shot with Y/N (eventually). It’s about damn time. He shrugged, “Just curious.” She nodded, not believing a word he said. “As far as I know, they’re not too serious but definitely more than friends.” He could only imagine what that meant. Were they already having sex? That was not his business. He needs to get a grip on reality. He nodded and began to stand, just as he was doing so, Richie rushed inside. They hugged and began their bickering immediately after. Natalie just chuckled and walked away.

Carmen was tired. So fucking tired. It hadn’t even been a full day and he’d endured so much bullshit. The ripping and running and trying to find a decent crew wore him out. He didn’t make it to his bed when he got to his apartment. Instead, he plopped down his couch. After a while, his mind drifted to her. He missed her. Fuck, when didn’t he? He found himself thinking about her constantly. What was she doing today? What did she eat? He was sure it wasn’t nearly as good as what he could make for her. She loved when he cooked for her, so he always did. Never did he allow her to even touch a cooking utensil. He never complained about it either. He loved it just as much. Maybe even more.

Then, he began thinking about her warmth. He missed it so much that he craved it. It had been too long since he last felt her. Or smelled her scent. He wondered if her lips still felt or tasted the same. Was her skin still as soft as he remembered? Why the fuck is he doing this to himself? It was too late as he felt himself straining against his pants.

He tried to ignore the lust that was creeping into his head. But, he couldn’t stop himself and he was getting harder the more he thought about her. She made him behave like a fucking pervert. He couldn’t take it anymore. He unbuttoned his pants and slid his hand inside his boxers. Pulling his cock out of his pants, he squeezed the base of it. This was fucking humiliating but it felt too good. He felt bad for thinking about her while doing this. But, he was doing it anyway. He thought about her face as she was being pleasured, the sounds she’d make. He imagined it was him who made her cum. Just as she was beginning to reach climax, he was cumming all over his hand. He always came the hardest when he thought about her. The deep embarrassment was almost enough to make him never think about her like that, though. Almost. He cursed himself as he wiped his hand on his khakis. It was getting late and he figured he should get ready for bed. She never left his thoughts as he (finally) drifted to dreamland.

#carmen berzatto #carmen berzatto angst #carmen berzatto imagine #carmen berzatto smut #carmen berzatto x reader #the bear

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