After surviving a house fire that destroyed everything she knew, she checks into a quiet hotel while her home is being rebuilt. The owner, James, is charming, mysterious, and seems to understand her in ways no one else ever has. But the longer she stays, the stranger the hotel becomes flickering lights, empty hallways, forgotten faces… and the terrifying feeling that she was never meant to leave
inspired by Ariana Grande’s song hate that i made you love me ♡ shout out to ariana, love her sm !!
⚠ english isn’t my first language, so i use a translator please be kind <3”
GIGI NOTES <3 ! : taglist is open ! this is my first fanfic lol (it’s written format) I also have an AU version but I think that one will be for TikTok, not sure yet ... I really like talking and interacting, so feel free to comment whatever you want 🫶
After surviving a house fire that destroyed everything she knew, she checks into a quiet hotel while her home is being rebuilt. The owner, James, is charming, mysterious, and seems to understand her in ways no one else ever has. But the longer she stays, the stranger the hotel becomes flickering lights, empty hallways, forgotten faces… and the terrifying feeling that she was never meant to leave
inspired by Ariana Grande’s song hate that i made you love me ♡ shout out to ariana, love her sm !!
⚠ english isn’t my first language, so i use a translator please be kind <3”
GIGI NOTES <3 ! : taglist is open ! this is my first fanfic lol (it’s written format) I also have an AU version but I think that one will be for TikTok, not sure yet ... I really like talking and interacting, so feel free to comment whatever you want 🫶
in which martin looks exactly like the boy of your dreams that you made in tomodachi life. oh—and social media (as well as your friends) love watching this unfold!
pairing: influencer!martin x gn!non-idol!reader ; genre: smau oneshot, fluff, crack…, strangers -> friends ? -> lovers, short n sweet n cute !! ; warnings: swearing, incorrect timestamps, reader likes seals and mamegoma, humor of a teenage girl., they’re both silly and a little stupid c:
please DO NOT copy, repost, or claim as yours.
CREDITS: divider above from @/pixopix, any and all photos from pinterest (excluding the tomodachi martin)
maia’s note: im back !!! ok but first of all, i am not a tomodachi life larper, i’ve loved it since it was released on the ds and the photos of martin’s mii is from my actual game. anyways, i really love how this work ended up turning out not only bc of the concept of it but bc i’m genuinely just happy i finally finished a work. yes, this smau is not my finest… and there could’ve been more development… but nonetheless i like it and i hope you all enjoy reading it too ! reblogs and feedback are always appreciated !! 🩶
࿇… FASHION INFLUENCER BF MARTIN EDWARDS 𝔁 MODEL GF READER # ─── SMAU: various social media (the photos are just used for visual representation, you can imagine it however you want ♥︎)
─── THE EVOLUTION OF YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH MARTIN THROUGH THE LENS OF YOUR FANS
❝love when you staring at me, I like your style❞ - 2hollis
࿇… YOUR FANS PICK UP ON SOMETHING…
࿇… YOU POSTING MARTIN FOR THE FIRST TIME
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user01 I wanna be her so bad
↳ user02 be yourself
↳ user01 I don’t want to tho
petalspliff who’s that fine babe in the first and third slide?
↳ .angelwithnowings I’ll kiss you.
user03 is that not martin in the last slide??
↳ user04 now hol awn…
user05 IS THAT MY BITCH???
↳ user05 my man just got took
user06 guys they could just be friends
↳ user04 lets be deadass
user07 everyone acting shocked but anyone that follows yns tumblr already knew
─── we can uh-uh in it, while you drive it real far ⋆˚꩜｡
OR where you hooked up with the top f1 driver without knowing it.
pairing: f1 driver!jay x f!reader
content + warnings: one night stand, smut, porn with plot, not proofread, car sex, just... filth, unprotexted p in v (wrap it before you tap it!), fingering, he picks up the phone in the middle of sex (gulp), oral (m receiving), cum eating, he's a head pusher, riding, a little bit of choking, just overall messy - lmk if i missed anything!
word count: 2.2k / 2,236
bea speaks! i HAD to write a short smut for this photo of jay like cleanup on aisle MY PANTS
🏁 ˚.ೃ࿔*:･
YOUR FRIENDS ARE SCREAMING OVER THE MUSIC, waving their drinks like trophies in celebration at the fact that you finally broke up with your boyfriend.
You laugh, tossing your hair back and letting the energy wash over the sting of the past few weeks. Freedom has never felt this intoxicating.
You settle at the bar, balacing a highball on one hand while scrolling through your phone with the other.
That's when you notice him.
Not like him, like your ex.
Him.
He leans against the far end of the bar, scanning the crowd like he owns the place, drink in hand, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. Your chest skips when you realize he was looking back at you. The subtle tilt of his head, that flicker of amusement in his eyes. He already knows the game you're about to play.
"You come here often?" he calls over the bass of the music as he strides toward you.
You roll your eyes, smirking before you can even stop yourself. "No. But freedom tastes better than I thought."
"Getting over someone?" he asks, voice low enough that it only reaches you. "Or are you just celebrating that you finally realized you're better than them?"
You blink, caught off guard. "Careful, you're dangerously close to giving me a complex."
He chuckles, the sound vibrating deep in his chest. "Complexes are my specialty."
Your fingers curl around your drink. "I'll keep that in mind."
He leans on the bar beside you now, a smirk still plastered across his face. The way his proximity makes your pulse spike is infuriating. You’re supposed to be unattached, untouchable, free. And yet here he is, making it impossible.
“You always this… trouble?” he teases, eyes dark, scanning you like he’s memorizing every curve, every reaction.
“Maybe I just like to test limits,” you reply, tilting your head back slightly, meeting his gaze with equal fire.
His smirk grows. “Limits, huh? I think we could… uh… push them together.”
You choke back a laugh, feeling heat rush to your cheeks. Dangerous, thrilling, stupid heat. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me,” he says, leaning closer, voice low and intimate, barely over the music. “I think we could make things… interesting.”
Your heart thuds. The air between you feels suddenly tighter, charged. And even though part of your brain screams don’t do it, the rest of you leans in.
“Interesting how?” you ask, trying to sound casual but failing.
He smirks, one eyebrow raised. “Follow me. I’ll show you.”
Before you can process, he’s holding out his hand. Your pulse hammers in your ears. The crowd, the lights, the bass—all fade into background noise as your mind screams, what the hell am I doing?
He guides you out of the club, the night air hitting your damp skin like a shock. You blink against the streetlights, and that’s when you see it: a Lamborghini.
A sleek, gleaming, impossible sports car idling at the curb, headlights cutting through the dark like it’s alive. Your jaw drops.
“Oh my god…” you whisper, heart racing.
He leans casually against it, like it’s just another accessory, like this is all perfectly normal. “Get in,” he says, hand extended.
You hesitate, half in awe, half in disbelief. “Wait… is this… yours?”
He tilts his head, smirk widening. “Maybe. What’s it to you?”
Your brain freezes, but you slide in anyway when he opens the door. When you settle in, he drives off a bit to the end of the parking lot where it was empty. Every time you looked over at him, you could feel the space between your legs get hot.
You glance over, eyes wide, pulse hammering. “You… you could literally ruin me in this car, you know that?”
He leans closer, voice low and teasing. “Oh, I know. And I plan to.”
Giving you no time to react, his lips are immediately on yours as his hand cups your face. His lips are soft and insistent against yours. When you let out a small whimper, his hand tangles in your hair and pulls your head back slightly.
The leather seats smell new and expensive, mixing with his cologne that makes your head spin.
"Fuck, you're hot."
He pulls you back in again, kissing you deeper this time, his tongue sliding against yours. Your hands end up on his chest, feeling the firm muscle beneath his silk button-up.
He shifts in the driver seat, pulling you onto his lap without breaking the kiss. You're straddling him now, the leather seat creaking softly as you grind against him.
One of his hands slide up your thigh and under your dress, fingers pressing into your warm skin.
"You trying to kill me?" he murmurs against your lips, breath hot. "Keep grinding like that."
You roll your hips instinctively, and he groans low in his throat. His grips tightens on your thighs, guiding your movement as his hand grips the base of your neck.
"Tell me your name," he breathes between kisses, teeth grazing your bottom lip. "Wanna know who I'm fucking in my Lambo."
You almost let out a moan, but held yourself together.
"You first," you whisper, pressing your forehead against his. His eyes are dark, jaw tightening.
"Jay." His thumb traces your jawline slowly. "Now yours."
His hips buck up against yours once, testing, nd you feel he's already hard beneath you. You moan your name against him, eyes fluttering closed as he starts kissing down your neck, teeth scraping over your pulse point. His hands roam your body possessively, one squeezing your ass when he completely slides your dress up to hike at your stomach.
Jay's teeth sink into your collarbone and you gasp. "Pretty name for a pretty girl."
He continues to kiss down your chest as his fingers run along the hem of your panties. He pulls it back just enough to snap it back.
You start to unbutton his shirt, eager to feel his toned chest with your bare hands. His fingers work quickly to unhook your bra and push the straps down your shoulders. He pauses, taking a moment to admire you before his mouth latches onto your nipple, sucking and biting gently. His hands grip your hips tightly as he rocks his hard length against you through his tight trousers.
"Jay, don't tease," you whimper, tangling your fingers through his hair as he continues to suck on your nipple, biting down harder when you grind a little too hard.
"Impatient, aren't you?" His voice is rough as he pulls back, eyes dark with lust. He pushes your thighs further apart with his, hands slipping between them to touch you through your soaked panties. You gasp when he lightly presses on your clothed clit.
"Fuck, you're already this wet?"
You nod, already submissive under his touch. His fingers slide beneath your panties, sliding them through your folds to lather your wetness. He lets out a quiet groan before pushing two fingers into you without warning.
His phone buzzes on the dashboard, but you hold his hand in place, keeping him there. "Don't."
He gives you a sly smirk, picking up his phone and answering it as his fingers continue to plow through you. You gasp quietly, hands flying up to cover your mouth.
"Hello?"
While you continue to grind on his fingers as he curls them, he gives you a slight smirk, loving how much you're enjoying this.
"Oh, don't worry. I'm just chilling in my car. Needed a break from the loud club," he chuckles darkly, keeping eye contact with you.
Your hips twitch as he starts picking up the pace, his thumb rubbing your clit, adding onto the pleasure.
"Yeah... no, dude. I just wanted some space alone," he continues on the phone. A quiet moan escapes your lips, causing Jay to stop. You whimper at the loss of movement, grinding your hips hard against his fingers, almost bouncing yourself up and down.
Jay continues pumping his fingers into you, curling his fingers just slow enough to get you drooling.
"Okay, I gotta go now. Bye."
His thumb presses hard on your clit as he throws his phone to the side, his lips moving to your ear, licking it with precision. You let out a whine, your thighs squeezing around his wrist as your orgasm crashes into you. He catches your mouth with his, fingers still slowly pumping inside of you as you clench around him.
He pulls out his fingers and the wet sound is embarrassingly loud. He holds up his glistening hand, smirking as you watch him bring it to his lips. He licks his fingers clean without breaking eye contact, the gesture filthy.
"My turn now," you whisper, hands flying towards his belt, but he catches you in a kiss again so you can taste yourself on his tongue. A moment passes, then you climb back over to the passenger seat. You lean over, unbuckling his belt as his cock springs free. He leans his head back against the headrest to watch you play with him.
He lets out a low groan when you gently touch his cock, his hands reaching over to roam your back. You start stroking him slowly, squeezing gently every time his hips jerk. He watches you through hooded eyes, jaw tight.
When your mouth wraps around him, his hand fists your hair and pushes you down a little deeper. His back arches off the seat, thighs tensing under you.
You pull back slightly and give his tip a few kitten licks before going down again, feeling him in the back of your throat. The thought of you taking him so well made him instinctively buck his hips, thrusting into your mouth gently.
"You take me so well, baby," he moans, hand gripping tighter around your hair. His voice is strained as you continue to suck him off, but then he stops you, pulling your head back.
"Need to be inside you."
His eyes were blown, watching the string of saliva connect from his red, mushroom tip to your glistening lips. You look up at him through your wet lashes, and he felt himself cum a little to the view.
He wraps his hands around your hips and pulls you back over to straddle him again. His cock is hard and leaking against your stomach as he gently kneads your boobs, latching onto your nipple. You grab his hard length, sliding it through your wet folds, teasing him before positioning him at your entrance.
You both look down as you watch his cock slowly disappear into you, the slick sounds of your juices echoing too loudly. His hands find your hips, pushing you down onto him roughly. A loud moan escapes from between your lips as you hold onto his shoulder as an anchor.
You gasp as he starts to thrust up into you, hips slamming against yours. His free hand comes to cup around your neck, bringing you in for another rough kiss, tongue immediately intruding your mouth.
"You always do this?" you pull away just enough to ask.
He doesn't answer. He just pulls your knees up so your feet are flat on the seat, the angle making him hit deeper inside you.
"Don't get to do this much."
He kisses your mouth hungrily, biting your lip hard as he continues to fucks into you relentlessly.
"I'm so close," you moan out as he starts thrusting erratically. His hand grabs your hair, pulling your head back to leave hot kisses on your neck. When he bites on your neck, the knot in your stomach tightens, your vision turning white. He loses control at your loud moan, hips snapping up brutally as he comes deep inside of you with a groan.
"Holy fuck," he breathes out as his dick twitches, continuing to leak inside of you. He pulls you in for one last kiss as he helps you off of his dick, watching his thick cream drip out of you and soaking the seat.
You woke up the next day, sitting in the car with your friend Minjeong as you made your way to the F1 tournament. Having sex with Jay yesterday still engraved your mind, and you couldn't stop thinking about how he fucked you until you were sore.
Literally, Minjeong asked if you twisted an ankle at the club last night.
When you arrive at the F1 circuit, you follow your friend inside, not really caring for the event. You more-so came because she needed a plus-one since another friend bailed today.
She immediately drags you to the paddock entrance where fans were already crowding behind the barriers, waiting for the drivers to arrive. Luckily, you were able to find a spot right behind the bars on the side.
Minutes passed and finally all the drivers were walking out. Even though you didn't necessarily like F1, just the adrenaline of knowing you were able to say hi to some of them made you happy.
When the last driver walked out, the crowd got louder—if that was even possible—and you turn your head to look.
Jay.
He walks out, smiling and waving at the crowd when he locks eyes with yours. It lasted longer than a few seconds, but you knew he was thinking about last night too.
Minjeong turned to you, grabbing your arm and shaking you as she screams.
