#PLS READ ITTTT

[mazelcore]

idk if anyone cares about this but I CARE, here some marionetta sahejul doodles!!!

[melonyfelonyfellonme]

[rainyraisin]

GUYS.... GUESS WHAT...

Movie Sonic!!! He exists!!! Isnt that neat!!! The silliest guy ever is real he is right there and he has three whole movies worth of content to go insane over (and like a little bit of a TV show episode icl the first episode was VERY close to being my favorite ep of Knuckles purely bc Sonic is in it I'm not even joking- Episode 4 ate so hard tho)

Anyway be prepared to hear about this guy for like the next few weeks still probably especially because my band have agreed to do the Sonic movies for our college music festival so now being insane over this hedgehog is technically college work let's go chat (i also have to make Escape From The City into a ballad for one of my units so this hedgehog has invaded my college work multiple times its so funny)

[moncalamar]

chapter 16 ❤️

how could i leave you (without a chance to try?)

fic - WIP // playlist

Pierre and Charles have somehow lost their way. Between World Championships and an impending retirement, their once solid marriage feels wobbly. Feat: meddling George, competitive tomfoolery, and alphabet dating all over the world.

HELLO EVERYONE! WELCOME TO THE 2024 SEASON! 💖 @duquesademiel @wolfiemcwolferson and I have made this wonderful fic and will be updating it before every race, so we hope you join us for this ride 🫶🏽

[lewsedici]

no ouai | oscar piastri x norris! fem! reader

summary; in which a paparazzi photo of oscar at a beauty store leads to one thing to another

fc; sunday kalogaras

warnings;cursing

note; i need to go down the f1 fic rabbit hole again bc ive only been reading isack and lewis fics so idk what anyone is doing here 😭

masterlist !

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ynnorris: frizz free hair routine perf for the hot summer out now on tiktok my loves 💗💗

user1: omg FINALLY

user2: my curls will thank u

user3: do i have curly hair? no. will i still watch y/n’s hair routine? yes.

lando: idk i just put water in it and call it a day

ynnorris: yeah i can tell

landonorris: don’t be so RUDE.

ynnorris: like u weren’t worse when we were kids 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄

user4: i wanna be u so bad

user5: guys what if oscar bought the hair products for y/n

user6: girl???

user7: finally i’ve been looking for a routine for definition 😭🙏 thank u queen y/n

iamrebeccad: my curly haired baby🩷

ynnorris: i miss u pls let’s hang out soon🙁

lewishamilton: we love the natural hair era

ynnorris: yes unc exactly

user8: is y/n teaching lewis this lakaoakxos

user9: user8 uncle and niece duo fr

alexandrasaintmleux: literal angel hair 🪽

ynnorris: ily🙁

user10: THANKS Y/NNBN

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user11: anyone notice her slip up??

user12: her saying os? yes. yes we did

user13: BOYFRIEND????

user14: omg i have all of these i’m gonna try rn

user15: diffusing heat settings??

ynnorris: i usually stay w medium heat high speed!!!

user16: unbothered queen

user17: mentioned boyfriend… said os…. oscar piastri spotted at a beauty supply store… hm…

user18: DID YALL SEE THAT??😭😭😭

user19: see what???

user18: istg i saw a man sitting in the corner for a split second at 0:52

user20: I SAW IT TOO

user21: maybe it’s lando???

user22: no lando was spotted in monaco earlier today, y/n is at her home in london… and guess who else is in london👀👀👀👀👀

user23: WAITTTTT A DAMN MINUTE

iamrebeccad12: 😍😍😍

user24: queue all the curly girl influencers trying y/n’s hair routineeeee

user25: miss norris…. what did u say

alexandrasaintmleux: 💗💗

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ynnorris: omg no ouai

tagged; oscarpiastri

oscarpiastri: it was ouidad actually that got me caught

ynnorris: whatever whatever i needed it

oscarpiastri: i love u

ynnorris: i love uuuuu

user26: I KNEW ITTTT

user27: omg ???

lando: huh

lando: oh

lando: wha

lando: what.

lando: WHAT.

ynnorris: i sent u a funny tiktok abt a ferret can u pls go watch it it’s so funny

user28: she kills me😭😭

user29: she really dgaf and i respect it

lando: Y/N NORRIS WHAT IS THIS???

ynnorris: hard launch

lando: oh you’re so dead oscarpiastri

oscarpiastri: you don’t scare me ?????

lando: what the HELL

ynnorris: ok ur being a drama queen now

lando: my BABY SISTER is dating my TEAMMATE?????

ynnorris: and???

lando: omg ???

user30: this lando headloss is cinema

alexandrasaintmleux: hard launch me next??

ynnorris: u got it baby

charles_leclerc: woah woah woah

oscarpiastri: ?

user31: AHHANDLAKKD

user32: wait omg i love them already😭

user33: y/n using ouai in her caption after mistakenly calling ouidad ouai in her tiktok… i see u girl 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

user34: this is my taylor swift and travis kelce

user35: y/n wag era 😭🧡

[wildtornado-o]

He is her DAD omgggg i forgot about this scene DD': ITS SO CUTE

[dilf-docs]

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, 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"

cr: divider @kodaswrld / gif (unknown pinterest source)

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Collateral | Javier Peña x Black Latina F!Reader | ~4.5k wc | Explicit. Minors DNI.

Summary: What happens after you mishandle information and subsequently fuck Javier over.

Tags: dd:dne, smut, dubcon, hurt/no comfort, dark!javi i think, angst, gunplay, gun kink, crying during sex, masochism if you squint, this is FICTION we're having unrealistic sex, biting, ⚠️ DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME ⚠️, canon typical discussions of violence, two face slaps, spanking (like a lot... i'm rly into it if you couldn't tell), pussy pronouns, degradation, light dirty talk, choking on fingers, choking in general, drool 🤤, unprotected p in v, creampie, reader is a sex worker, no use of y/n, reader is afab and able-bodied, reader is a woman of color yet everyone is encouraged to read, has hair that can be pulled but other than that no physical descriptions, sorry for any stray typos/grammatical mistakes, if i missed any other tags pls let me know okay, thanks!

A/N: this is for that one anon that mentioned gun kink con javi 🖤 been thinking about this idea for so long so when i got this ask... ya girl had to jump on itttt. this man is insane and i need him any possible way i can have him like 😭 this might not be for everyone and that's okay! just don't make it my problem. as always let me know what you think, thank you all for reading 💋

“Open the fucking door.”

His abrasive command beats through the cheap wood. You don’t move. You can’t, really, only feeling your heart pounding its way up your throat.

Your ratty apartment doesn’t do you any favors. A little thing crammed high up over the city. The only place you can afford despite the type of clientele you usually service. The door you’re staring at won’t hold back a stiff breeze, let alone a pissed off DEA agent.

You fucked up. Bad. 

Slipped some half-heard name, passed the wrong message along, and now the wrong people are dead because of it. You’ve had close calls before, but this one’s different.

Because this time, it was at his expense.

The man who showed up like the first hit of an uncut drug: euphoric and bound to ruin you the second you got hooked. He convinced you to open your legs and mouth for the good of the cause, whispering empty promises with his hand shoved between your thighs and making you come harder than any sicario ever bothered to try.

He never promised you safety. Never promised anything tangible, either.

The hinges rattle beneath his fists, causing you to swallow harshly, nails biting the soft skin of your palms. You think about pretending you’re not home, but you know better than to insult Javier’s intelligence like that.

This is a completely different side from what you are used to. Usually, he’s a man of few words and even fewer feelings. When he shows up, it’s always the same routine: quiet knock, tired brown eyes, the scent of stale whiskey and gunpowder trailing in behind him like a shadow. No warm greeting. No small talk. Only the heavy scrape of his boots as he kicks the door shut behind him, and then he’s on you.

Rough hands and a rougher mouth, always rushed and desperate. Like he’s trying to fuck something out of himself; indignation, repentance, the weight of whatever hell he crawled through that day. He never says your name. Not when he fucks you, at least. Just grabs, pulls, bends you over whatever’s closest—couch, counter, the damn windowsill if he’s in a mood—and drives his cock into you like he’s punishing both of you for something neither of you will acknowledge out loud.

Cum paints your skin like a mark he never stays long enough to claim. He tucks himself back into his jeans with those calloused fingers and mutters a half-hearted thanks, fishing a crumpled wad of bills from his wallet, tossing it wherever like an afterthought. 

Sometimes, though, sometimes, he stays.

Those nights are quieter. He’ll fuck you softer, deeper. His hands will cradle your face instead of your throat. His mouth will linger at your jaw, then your breastbone, like he’s memorizing the map of something he knows he can’t keep. That’s when you know he wants something. That he’s here for more than just your body.

He wants intel—names, whispers, pillow talk from men who trust you too much. You give it to him. Every damn time. Why? Because it means he stays a little longer. Long enough for you to count the freckles on his shoulders with your fingers. Long enough to watch him light a cigarette by the window, tight jeans low on his hips, smoke curling around him, eyes lost in some far-off place.

But this? This isn’t moody. This is a whole fucking storm.

Another heavy blow slams into the door. The frame shudders. “I swear to God, if you don’t open this—”

You step back, barefoot on the warped linoleum, voice brittle yet defiant. “We don’t have anything to talk about, Peña. Just go.”

Silence. For a flicker of a second, you think… maybe he’s gone. Maybe this time, he’ll do what he always does—leave it all behind, choking on his own rage and regret, too proud to bleed in front of anyone else.

Then a brutal, splintering sound as his boot crashes against the flimsy door. It swings open with a shriek, slamming into the wall as dust kicks up into the air. You stumble back with a choked gasp, eyes wide as he crosses the threshold.

His chest is heaving like he’s run miles to get to you, sweat clinging to his neck, glistening along the sharp line of his jaw, trickling down his temple. His nostrils flare, jaw grinding so tight you can almost hear the tension crack in his teeth. But his eyes—those dark, endless eyes—sweep the room until they lock on you. When they do, something inside you curdles.

He charges without a word.

Your feet move on instinct, backing into the clutter of your shitty living room, knocking into the corner of the couch. “Javier—Stop—” You spin away, trying to duck out, but you’re not fast enough.

His large hand clamps around your arm firmly and drags you with him like you weigh nothing. You cry out when his fingers dig into the meat of your bicep, and then he slams you against the wall, hard enough that your breath rattles in your lungs and your vision swims for a second, body pinned between the cracked plaster and his broad chest.

“Let me go!” you bark, thrashing against him, but there’s no space to move. He cages you in with his body and the fury that led him here.

That hardened expression, the one that usually stays buried behind cigarettes and casual fucks, is out in full force and inches from your face. Tension bleeds from every pore, betrayal burning in his stare.

His breath hits your cheek, soaked in liquor and ash.

“After that shit you just pulled…” he scowls, voice low and grim, fingers moving to wrap tightly around your throat, complicating your ability to breathe. “Tienes suerte que fui yo el que apareció en tu puerta. Si hubieran sido ellos, ya estarías muerta.” (You’re lucky I was the one who showed up at your door. Had it been them, you’d already be dead)

You claw at his forearms, face growing hot from the lack of oxygen, nails dragging across thick veins and taut brown skin. Your legs kick out, attempting to get your balance—to do something, but he yanks you forward just to throw you aside, hip bumping into the side table as you fall harshly.

The lamp topples and shatters, trinkets scattering across the floor. Something nicks your arm, the cut blooming red. You choke on your own breath when it comes rushing back, eyes blinking through the watery haze as you try to sit up.

Javier stands over you intimidatingly, broad shoulders eating up the skewed light from the fallen lamp, the angles of his face more defined than usual in the shadows. His jaw is clenched, lips drawn tight beneath that stern mustache, brows pulled into a frown. 

“It’s my fault,” he mutters, half to himself. “Should’ve never gone soft on you. If I’d treated you like every other whore, maybe you wouldn’t’ve fucked me over.”

You flinch at the words, but your mouth works faster than your pride. “Eres igual que los demás.” (You’re just like the rest of them)

In two steps he’s on you again, grabbing and maneuvering you onto your stomach, uncaring of the mess around you. One knee pins your legs down, and your arms are wrenched behind your back. Metal bites into your wrists—cuffs, real ones.

You can’t tell if it’s panic or arousal that crawls up your spine. Then he yanks you up by where the restraints join, hard enough to make you yelp, no doubt leaving bruises and marks in their wake. You know then—it’s both. Pain and lust, twined tight.

You’re back against the wall before you can further irritate him, hands subdued behind you. The chill of the cuffs contrasts with the burn on your skin, and every tug sends a throb straight between your legs.

You can feel the tension rolling off him, agitation coiled in every part of his body.

“Sayin’ I’m just like them. The fuck is wrong with you?”

The slap lands clean across your cheek, immediate and punishing. Your head jerks to the side, heat pooling under your skin. It shouldn’t make your pussy flutter and drool, but it does. The sound of it echoes, followed by a quiet, needy sigh that escapes you before you’re able to swallow it down.

He seizes your jaw with the same hand that struck you. The other presses hard into your hip, anchoring you to the wall. Tilting your pretty face toward him, his eyes rake over every flicker of desire—how your lips part, your tongue catching the swell of your bottom lip, tasting your own hunger.

“You like that?” He rasps, almost in amusement, pulling you apart with a look alone. “Is that what you want? For me to slap you around? Treat you like those motherfuckers do?”

You’re too breathless to speak. Too dizzy from all the overwhelming sensations. You feel his shaky exhale on your lips, the coarse brush of his mustache against your skin, the ghost of his mouth over yours. 

“Answer me.” He adjusts his grip. You don’t even see it coming when the second slap lands—same cheek, same burst of heat. Tears spring to your eyes, unbidden and humbling.

“Yes. Please.” It comes out cracked and pitiful, a desperate little whine that doesn’t sound like you. But you barely know who you are when the air is this thick with peril. 

Javier sucks at his teeth. A mirthless sound paired with a smug grin that barely reaches his eyes. His fingers stay locked around your jaw, thumb pressed into your cheek like he’s testing the depth of your obedience. His other hand slides away from your hip, reaching behind him. Then it returns—holding his Beretta.

You’ve seen it before, tucked at his back, half-hidden beneath his jacket. But never this close. Never like this.

“I should finish the job.” He cocks his head as he trains the muzzle right between your brows. “Feed you this fucking bullet and be done with it.”

The pistol gleams under the flickering light, silver and sleek and heavy-looking in his palm. It’s so close you can smell the faint tang of oil and steel.

The gun clicks and your eyes widen, joints going numb from how they’ve been pinned behind you. Would he actually do it? Kill you for fucking up his operation? It’d be a more merciful death than the other fate that’d await you.

He drags the barrel along your cheekbone, slowly as if it were his fingertip, then down, lower, tracing the shape of your mouth. Your lips tremble under the weight of it. That clean metal taste hovers just out of reach. Your thighs press together, slick pooling between them so fast it’s humiliating.

The gun’s not shaking. His hand is steady as he watches you like he’s cataloging every twitch or flutter of your lashes. The weapon is right there, dancing over your lips like it were the leaking tip of his cock.

He pushes it just slightly into your mouth. Not enough to gag. Just enough to taste.

Gunpowder. The phantom taste of his precum.

You don’t bother swallowing your moan and he sees what it does to you. How you shiver, how your eyes roll back, how your tongue grazes the steel sloppily as you deepthroat it, wetting it with your saliva.

“Fucking hell…” he mutters, voice growing thick with disbelief, like he hadn’t expected you to like it this much. His fingers twitch against your face.

Then, just as you start to sink into it, to let the tension twist into something lecherous—he pulls it away, a thin trail of spit clinging to the underside.

Javier moves with a precision that’s practiced: popping the mag free with one fluid motion, tucking the full clip into the back pocket of his jeans then pulling the barrel back to eject the chambered round. All without breaking eye contact.

The disarmed pistol returns, brushing along the curve of your jaw. It traces a path beneath your ear, gliding down the side of your neck. You shiver hard, the kind that starts in your spine and rolls outward, tugging your nipples into stiff, aching points. Your breath leaves in a shaky puff, and your back arches ever so slightly.

“You make me think about shit that I shouldn’t,” he mutters, eyes tracing over your chest. The gun shifts, grazing your collarbone before settling at your shoulder. He uses the tip to toy with the thin strap of your top, nudging it down inch by inch until it slips from your skin.

You can’t speak. You wouldn’t know what to say even if you could. Your body’s burning, pulse screaming, mouth parted and aching for him, for the weight of that gun again, for the way this entire situation just shifted into something so crude.

Your tit spills free and his mustache twitches at the sight. The gun dips again, this time over the slope of your breast, the weight of it featherlight but unignorable. He circles your areola slowly and you keen, hips jolting, wrists twitching against the unforgiving cuffs.

Neither of you utter a word, both lost in your own lust to do anything but pant and yearn. 

Your own spit is left on the sensitive flesh as he brushes the gun over your stiff nipple, rimming the muzzle with it.

A whimper cracks through your throat, slick already smearing your inner thighs. His whole body shifts closer like he can smell your arousal in the air.

“Fuck,” it’s as if the word’s been ripped from somewhere deep. He drags the other strap down with the back of his fingers, baring your tits fully.

Your other nipple is teased with the edge of the tip, eliciting the same reaction, if not more intense from how worked up he got you with the previous tease.

Broken moans tumble out of you with each flick against your breasts as he alternates. You’re a mess against the wall, pussy dripping. You’re not even ashamed.

“More, Javier—give me more.” The plea is covered in a sob. A couple of tears slip free, tracing warm lines down your cheeks. You’d take anything from him right now—pain, pleasure, punishment. Whatever he’s willing to give.

“Turn around.”

He takes a step back, pistol hanging loose at his side, his fingers twitching against the grip. You obey, turning and pressing your flushed cheek against the sticky wall. Your top is already bunched at your waist, spine curving, legs wobbly. Javier’s right behind you, pressing a steady palm between your shoulder blades, forcing your arch deeper.

Then he kicks your ankles apart unceremoniously with the toe of his boot. The scrape of leather on your bare skin has you biting your lip to hold in a moan. Your bound wrists thud behind you, matching the chaotic beat at your cunt.

“Stay like this.” Smack! His palm cracks on the meat of your right ass cheek, followed by your sharp cry. The spanks that follow are heavier, feeling like fire licking at your skin. You love how good it hurts, vocalizing as much. 

Your flimsy sleep shorts cling to you now, the outline of your pussy marked by a dark, wet patch.

Tears trickle freely down your cheeks, mascara streaking onto the wall as you brace yourself for the next hit—only this time, it doesn’t come. Instead, his hand grips your ass roughly, kneading the sore flesh like he’s half-soothing, half-claiming it. You whimper when his fingers slip lower, not even trying to hide the way they press into the soaked fabric covering you.

He groans, the sound full of want. “You’d let me do anything to you. So fuckin’ easy.”

You barely have time to brace before the pistol returns, pressed directly to your clothed cunt. Right against your swollen clit.

You lurch upright with a gasp, but his forearm presses across the back of your neck, shoving you against the wall, holding you exactly where he wants you.

“Don’t go runnin’ on me now, baby,” he snaps. “Keep still.”

He moves the muzzle in slow, tight circles over the damp fabric, coaxing a helpless mewl from your lips. The sensation is maddening—too much and not enough. You’re writhing in place, tears still falling, lips parted and wavering as he pushes you closer and closer to the edge, hips instinctively chasing every calculated stroke against your clit. 

He tilts the weapon at an angle, then a dense slap of impact lands square over your covered pussy. You wail, back arching from the unexpected pain.

“¿Qué te dije? Quédate quieta.” (What did I tell you? Stay still)

“F-Feels so good,” you struggle to articulate and he does it again, harder this time. The pain outweighs the pleasure which triggers more tears and an attempt at squeezing your legs shut, but his knee is already between them, keeping you exposed and compliant.

He goes back to circling over the soaked fabric clinging to your pussy lips. Then you feel the gusset being pushed aside, the press of cold metal against bare, sensitive flesh. You suck in a breath, trying to keep still like he ordered you to.

You wish to see him, feeling his eyes studying the way your pussy reacts, wet and wanting, aching for him to defile you using the same gun that’s taken lives. The same one that has the potential to take yours.

He’s still in the clothes he arrived in—creased cream shirt unbuttoned at the neck and clinging to his frame, sleeves pushed up over strong forearms, dark jeans tight against his thighs, boots heavy where they cage your feet. 

Javier steps in closer, his hard cock dragging against your hip, a steady throb under rough jeans. Then comes a flick as the muzzle taps your bare clit a few times, thighs twitching as the buzz rockets through your spine.

You’re coming undone, right there against the wall. Your fingers fidget uselessly behind your back, skin sore and slick with sweat. Every breath is a sob, every whimper submission to him. He hears it all—and it pleases him. You can tell by the low grunt he lets out, by the way his hips subtly grind forward like he can’t help it.

The pistol trails through your slit, nudging between your folds, slow and steady as your spine curves to offer yourself up, to spread wider, ready for what he decides comes next.

“If you come, I will leave you here naked and cuffed, door wide open so they can just come in and take whatever the fuck they want.” He punctuates the last word by sinking the Beretta inside you. The unfamiliar shape parts you with a stretch that borders on too much—but your body welcomes it anyway, a broken wail slipping from your lips.

“Oh fuck, Javier.”

The thrill is unlike anything else. The textured surface teasing every muscle inside you. With each ardent pump, slickness gathers and coats the weapon, your body pulsating around it, greedy for more, globs of your creamy arousal catching on the divots.

“So hot, god damn.” He groans against your hair, flexing his forearm against you as he thoroughly begins fucking your cunt with the pistol.

“Just like that. Oh god—more.” Drool leaks from the corner of your mouth, eyes crossing as your pussy clenches around the object.

He obliges, intrigued, rotating his wrist slightly, drawing out another pornographic sound from your throat. The graze of his shirt against your back only adds to the sensory overload—rough against bare skin, almost intimate in a way.

“You better not fucking come.” His voice is low, dangerous, grinding the threat into you as surely as he grinds the gun deeper inside. Your body jerks, a pinch making your breath catch—but it only fuels the heat spreading through your core. That orgasm you were so close to before? It’s back with a vengeance, knees threatening to give.

“F-Fuck, stop, Javi, I’m—” The words spill out in a whimper, pleading for him to slow down, to show you just a shred of mercy.

“You’re what?” he growls against your ear, not letting up for a second. “I already told you what’s going to happen if you don’t listen.”

You squeeze your eyes close, as if that’s going to keep you in check. You attempt to think of anything to take you out of this moment and keep you from covering his pistol in the evidence of your pleasure. Nothing helps since the only thing that currently occupies your mind is him.

You can’t stop trembling, can’t stop the slick sounds of your folds clinging to the steel as he works you over. He’s making this impossible.

“Nonono, Javi—No puedo—I need to come, please,” you beg, voice cracking as your knees buckle. “Let me come, baby, please.”

He snarls under his breath, pushing the weapon deep and holding it there. The hand on the back of your neck knots into your hair, yanking back until your throat is bared, your breath caught somewhere between throe and want.

“Shut the fuck up.” His voice grates low in your ear, teeth sinking into your earlobe rough enough to make you flinch. A few more deep, deliberate thrusts of the barrel, and suddenly you’re left empty—your body shudders, whining at the loss. The sticky web of your juices still clings to the metal as he pulls it away.

You feel it press to the middle of your back, slimy from being in your cunt, and it sends a fresh shiver skimming across your skin. Behind you, there’s the frantic sound of a belt being unfastened, a zipper dragged down in haste. Javier hisses through his teeth when the cooler air caresses his cock. You feel him rubbing along the tender curve of your ass, ardent and pulsing.

He strokes himself with sure, rough fingers, guiding the slick crown along your entrance, dragging it through the mess already there. With a single greedy push, he’s buried inside you—thick, unrelenting, and infinitely more tender than the weapon. Your walls stretch around him in relief and bliss.

The gun remains where it is while his hips begin to snap into yours. Each thrust finds your deepest, most sensitive places with precision, the angle devastating. His grip shifts; first to your hip, then your shoulder—using your body as leverage to deepen every stroke. He guides your movement, grinding you back onto him, groaning at how easily you yield.

Your legs feel inflamed and weak, finally giving out. He catches you mid-fall, following you down until both of you are on your knees, his cock still buried inside you, locked in tight.

“Not yet,” he grits, a cruel reminder of his earlier command.

He hauls you flush against his chest, three thick fingers push past your lips, thumb pressing under your chin to hold you open. You whimper, helpless, your jaw aching slightly from the stretch.

The hand holding the pistol snakes forward now, dragging across your stomach before lowering with intent. When the messy tip presses between your thighs again, brushing against your puffy clit, your whole body tenses in his hold.

“Fuck!” You exclaim, though it comes out in a gag, his fingers hooked against your tongue. Your throat tightens reflexively, but it only seems to please him, and he grinds the Baretta to match the rhythm of his cock.

It’s fucked up how good it feels, the clash of steel and skin triggering your delirium with tenacious pressure against a frantic beat. You can feel every inch of him inside you, hitting so deep your vision blurs. Your lips stretch wide around his fingers as drool slips down to his wrist, catching on the face of his silver watch.

It turns him on like nothing else.

The squelching coming from where you’re joined is obscene. Each breath is a desperate whimper, and your body betrays you—tightening around him with a grip that gives you away.

“Oh baby,” he hisses through clenched teeth, forehead falling against your shoulder. “Pussy can’t help it, huh?”

“Javi—ah, Javier—” It’s a broken, spluttered cry, the only warning you manage before your orgasm breaks. Your body seizes with it, your walls flutter violently around him, and your moans pitch upward into something helpless and keening. You sob madly, teeth on his fingers, not even aware of how hard you’re biting down until you taste the faint tang of his blood.

It fuels his carnal desires. His body tightens behind you, movements growing wild and urgent. He tosses the weapon aside and slides his fingers from your mouth, freeing his hands to grasp your hips, your shaky thighs, your breasts—groping everywhere at once. He fucks you through the wave of your orgasm, chasing his own release until he spills into you with a low Fuck and a groan.

All you can do is let yourself fall limp in his strong arms—pliant and dazed. The bristle of his mustache scratches the sensitive skin of your neck. Tears continue steadily down your cheeks from the overstimulation, body wracking with the aftershocks.

You hurt all over, shoulders burning from being restrained so long, wrists injured from the jagged grip of the cuffs. Your knees are raw where they rubbed against the floor, and your lips are chapped and swollen.

You’re ruined—chest rising and falling with shallow, exhausted breaths.

He pulls out without so much of a word, only the sound of his own deep breaths filling the space. You feel the sudden emptiness like a hollow echo deep inside, followed by the warm, slow trickle of his spend dripping from you. It smears against the fabric of your sleep shorts, already damp and clinging to your used cunt. Each throb is a lingering reminder you’ll have to live with for the days to come.

Only when the cuffs ease off your joints do your arms drop and instinct pulls you inward. You collapse into yourself on the floor, shivering despite the perspiration on your skin. You fold your arms over your bare chest, trying to shield whatever vulnerability you have left. 

Your apartment is a mess, you feel lost. Weeping quietly as reality catches up. Javier doesn’t offer comfort. Doesn’t check if you’re okay. He just stands there, adjusting his belt and flexing his jaw. His detached and cool persona adding salt to injury. 

“Leave the city tonight. Lay low, don’t come back for a few months.” His voice strains, the rasp curling at the edges.

Your lips quiver as you lift your head, blinking against the sting in your eyes when you turn to look at him. “W-Where am I supposed to go?” You croak out, throat tight and sore. “I have no one. Medellín is all I know.”

There’s a pause. Just enough for a sliver of hope to cut through the fog. Maybe he’ll look at you, maybe he’ll change his mind, maybe he’ll—

“You’ll figure it out.”

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jungkook fic recs pt. 1

· · ♡ · · tysm to the amazing creative minds of the writers for giving me sevaral moments of joy reading your creations

pls reblog if you like any of my recs and don´t forget to support authors!❤️

romantic dreams - ( @kooktrash ) yandere!jungkook, tattoo artist jk, boxer!jk, UGHH ITS GOODDD, he´s so toxic frfr, namjoon is sick of his ass lmao, totally obsessed with reader, jealous and possesive af, he´s crazy sdlfjs but i´m into it

yours insanely - ( @smileyoongle ) yandere!jk, serial killer jk, detective!reader, he kills women who look like you, so interesting to read

darknet - ( @darkestcorners ) yandere!jk, the internet is scary, human trafficking, jk is scary dangerous, it´s a LOT, just wow

who is in control? - ( @ctrlsht ) yandere-ish, lawyer!jk, posessive jk, obsessive jk, toxic relationship, stalking, manipulation, secret relationship, he´s cray-cray

night vision - ( @bonny-kookoo  ) e.r, alien!jk, suggestive, lowkey smut, bunny hybrid reader, jk has tentacles ,,,,,nothing else to say, flirty fluffy jk, this is dIFFERENTTTT i love it

closer - ( @blublublujk ) smut, step siblings au, noona reader, yandere!jk, jk is obsessed with him older step sister, WHEWW this is intense, very detailed, loved it

your eyes tell - ( @angellesword ) soulmate au, angst, fluff, happy ending, artist!jk, lawyer!reader, "you live in a world where people see in black and white. The solution to finally see the colors? It's simple. You need to meet your soulmate and look at him in the eyes, but what if the person bound to you is already contented with the monochromatic world? What if your soulmate, is already in love with someone else?" a whole 2020 throwback, we don´t see fics with multiple chapters often, back then they were so good, like this one!

obsessed with your scent - ( @angelguk ) soulmate au, alpha werewolf!jk, omega!reader. jeongguk’s obsessed with your scent but he doesnt know he’s your mate bc you take suppressants. PLEASEEE I NEED A MOVIEEE, miss author you really made my 2020 better, thank you and ily

you wear his clothes - ( @nochukoo97 ) fluff, thing is..HE gives you his clothes, he´s so boyfriendd

kiss me better - ( @jaykaysthicthighs ) angst, jerk jk, mean jk, misunderstanding, manhandling, he is crying bc he assumed she was cheating but he was sooo wrong, now he is begging, crying, throwing up,,, they make up anyways, its angsty in a satisfying way

couple questions withvogue - ( @kjdkive ) fluff, e.r, idol!jk, supermodel!reader, I LOVE THISSSS, he is the best boyfriend/fiancé soon to be hubby EVER UGHHHH its so cute

devoted to trouble - ( @jeonsweetpea ) fluff, lil angst, smut, comedy, spiderman!jk au inspired by seven??? a masterpiecE. the world finds out he is spiderman but he dgaf bc he only cares about you, #pininggg, reader playing hard to get, man i love tHIS

show you what devotion is - ( @thvhoe ) boxer!jk, ballerina!reader, fluff, angst. you´re like his safe place, it´s giving exes to wannabe lovers, they deff like each other and jk wants to eat her uP but he´s wants it to be romantic and stuff, idk idk I liked itttt

you surprise him for his birthday - ( @nochukoo97 ) he´s so boyfriendddddd, this is so wholesome and cute

he can´t sleep bc he loves you so much - ( @onlyswan ) now THIS makes me want to drink bleach and die bc of how cute it is, THEY ARE SO IN LOVEEEE, there´s a lot of giggling, a lot of praising, a lot of disgustingly sweet loving talk after sex :´)))))) its such a good read i promise

[octonerd]

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...

[yayayxs]

Oops

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.”

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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!!

[starzgaze]

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.... 😭

[arcaneloverxx]

pls more gamer ellie headcanons i beg🙏

Streamer!Ellie Headcanons Pt.2

a/n: Ask and you shall receive! Had fun writing this, hope it came out to your liking and enjoy <3!!

streamer!ellie who has a pretty clean set up, surprisingly. She decided to do a little room tour for her chat and they were very surprised to see how well put and vibey her room was.

streamer!ellie who curses TOO MUCH for her own good. It gets to the point were Joel has to threaten to take aways her whole set up if she doesn’t cut it out.

streamer!ellie who is in a low-key relationship. Well, it was, until she kept forgetting to put some certain items away before her stream.

“Woahhh, okay chat calm down or my monitor is gonna crash…again. What are y’all even talkin bout?” Ellie says as she reads over the hundreds of comments filling her chat.

stargirl69: I KNOW YOU FUCKING LYINNNN!!! 

user20683: ELLIE?!?! What is that in the back????😂

hughanus: Bro is that a fucking strap LMAOOO😭😭

hoesluvdina: Um els…you got a lil something behind you😟

“The fuck?“ Ellie mumbled in confusion while turning to look behind her. And there sitting behind her on her bedside table, was a strap that you bought her a few months ago when you guys wanted to experiment more in your relationship.

“WHAT THE FUCK!”

streamer!ellie who was mortified and furiously apologized to her chat. Even though there were some comments that made her want to spit out a few remarks of her own.

abbywashere: Bro there is no way this girl can pull

lazysusan<3: So your telling me that today is that day I find out that my wife is taken

hottestmilf9: GAH DAMN, the SIZE of that thing. Is that girl okay??

streamer!ellie who has the WORST wifi quality. It’s honestly a miracle that you can even see her clearly when she streams. And not to mention all the times her screen would freeze while she’s talking and when it comes back in, she's gone (She went to the bathroom).

streamer!ellie who has serious gamer rage. One time after losing a game against Jesse and Dina, the girl chucked her headset across the room, only to come back with them broken and dangling by the wires.

sonotjesse: Ho…is you cool??🤨

user28897: Ellie, we’ve talked about this😭🤦🏾‍♀️

biilybenson17: And this is why people can’t have nice things

streamer!ellie who finally slipped about your guys relationship. And instead of her fans being crazy lunatics over it, they were actually really supportive over the news.

erenyeagerwife: AWWWW I KNEW ITTTT😻

abbywashere: AGAIN, there is NO WAYYYY this girl can pull

britkneespears: You need to bring her on stream plssss

streamer!ellie who freaked the fuck out when one of her subscribers found Joel’s socials and sent him a link to her stream.

“Okay guys so my girlfriend told me about this game, but I didn’t know they got naked and shit on here. Finna see some tittiessss!” Ellie said while leaning in close to see her monitor and read some of the chats.

simpforellie: AYEEE JOEL HAS ENTERED THE CHAT!🥳

user6969: Umm Ellie, I think your dad is on here…

biglesbo: LMAOOOOO NOT HER DAD JOINING💀💀

“The fuck y’all talking about??” And Ellie was just praying that her chat was trolling her about Joel joining her stream, because there was no fucking way. Until she saw the most recent comment.

joelmiller67: Hey kid, that game is a little inappropriate for your to be playing, especially in front of others, don’t you think?

joelmiller67: And I also washed your hello kitty pjs like you asked. Their in the dryer, love ya kid.

“JOEL PLEASE GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!” Ellie screamed with her face burning with embarrassment. Let’s just say the chat had a field day with what just occurred.

streamer!ellie who spams you with cat memes that she swears is funny, and decides show them to her chat.

“Chat look at these hilarious cat memes. My girlfriend swears they’re lame. What y’all think?”

yourlefttit: Ellie…I think its time for bed

abbywashere: ...remind me how you pull again

user69023: LAME ASS BOIIII

yeagerist: This bitch think she’s funny

hoesluvdina: ELLIE TS LAME ASF🤣🤣

“You know wha- SHUT THE FUCK UP DINA!”

note: Sorry that I've been kinda MIA, but I'm feeling much better. I'll try to write more and have it posted asap. Love you guys<3!!

[sworeidnevercompromise]

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

[mikobeautifulheart]

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.

[baocean]

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.

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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 😭