Hi, I have a smau request for Charles (based on c.ai bot lol, and the fact that I love painting), so the reader is invited by her friends to a house for vacation, her friends are all with their s/o and they also always try to set up reader with someone, that's when her and Charles meet, and reader finally gives it a chance because she knows her friends won't stop to set her up. They talk for a whole evening about what they do in life (reader is an artist/painter) and they get along really well. Eventually they get together and reader is very liked by the public, even if there will always be haters, but most fans thinks she's just very adorable (especially because of her insta/twitter posts)
CL â slip up and i call you baby
pairing(s): charles leclerc x artist!reader
summary: you love your friends, you really do. you just wish theyâd stop trying so hard to set you up with random guys. [smau + written fic] (read on: ao3)
fc: faceless
word count: 5.1k
warnings: mild sexual references
a/n: this is such a cute idea! thank u so much for sending it in!! u will not believe how much this idea gripped me like i never write one shots like this its just unheard of for me if im honest. anyway i know u asked for a smau so i will be doing a second part/continuation to this that is solely an smau to make up for that. (ALSO sorry for disappearing i was super sick for the whole week and have been getting my shit back together in the aftermathđ)
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Amalfi Coast, Italy
Youâve never been particularly boy crazy. At least not the same way your friends are.
There have been a few not-quite boyfriendâs over the years, but those relationships never last long. They never really get you, or they never really get the art thing. Which means, of course, that they donât get you and never willâ and thatâs fine, youâre content with that. If living for your art means youâll never be in love then so be it and frankly, good riddance to them.
For the most part, youâve given up trying. You go on a few dates here and there, but you never let them stick around. Even the ones that seem interested in your paintings you donât bother withâ none of them really seem to be able to grasp what art truly is to you. It isnât just paint on a canvas, itâs living, itâs breathing. You are only yourself with a way to make art.
Itâs difficult to put into words.
So you donât. Instead, you send texts that say âthanks for your time but this isnât working outâ and you keep the men your friends try to set you up with at arm's length. You placate Chloe and her partner Rowanâ who collects friends like theyâre PokĂ©monâ with, âhe wasnât my typeâ and âIâm not looking for a relationship right nowâ, which you suppose is true, but also isnât the entirety of it. Yet, every time without fail, thereâs a new boy at the scene of the crime.
Chloe doesnât get it, none of your friends get it. You donât try to explain it to them. So, yâknow, here you are again.
Anyway, hereâs the thing: theyâre getting closer. Inexplicably, without knowing how you really feel about it all, Chloe and Rowan are getting better and better at picking the boys who are able to tempt you. Which is a pain really, because sometimes youâre trying to have a perfectly nice vacation in Italy without the lure of a boy you canât let yourself have. But alas, these things generally donât go your way.
You should know that by now.
Charles Leclerc is bang on the money, he really is. He is unbearably cute, like so cute that you have to leave the room when he walks in, because you donât trust yourself to be in close proximity to him right now. You have a hard time looking at his face when you are forced to be around him. The dimples when he smiles, the squint of his eyes even when he isnât. If you look too long youâre liable to stare and that wouldnât lead to anything good at all.
Heâs nice as well. So nice, just like Chloe told you. You try to pretend he doesnât exist and he still asks you questions about your job and the area of Monaco you live inâ like heâs even interested, like heâll remember you two weeks from now. You try your best to be pleasant, to answer without it being like pulling teeth, and to ask questions of him as well. Youâll probably see him again after this, so best to not to go too far and act like you hate him. Itâs difficult though, toeing the line between friendly and encouraging of more. Or it feels difficult for you. Charles doesnât make even the slightest suggestion of the two of you being set up by your nosy friends. Thatâs unbearable too. Part of you wishes heâd just make a clumsy pass at you so you can rebuff it and make your intentions abundantly clear. But, obviously, he doesnât, because heâs perfect or something.
It sucks. You hate him, you think.
Or you want to.
On the second day of the trip, youâre on the villaâs private beach, laying in the hot sun. Chloe, AnaĂŻs and Bea are there; everyone else is either still sleeping off the wine from last night or swimming in the glittering ocean. Youâve got a secondhand book, a 2B pencil and a pair of sunglasses over your eyes. Youâre trying to read but you just end up doodling, drawing your friends bikini-clad bodies over the text and shading grapes into the margins. Trying desperately not to accidentally put Charles Leclercâs dimples, messy hair, or sloped nose to paper.
âSo,â Chloe says conspiratorially, as you abort an attempt at drawing a slightly squinted eye with thick lashes, âWhat do you think of Charles?â
You raise an eyebrow carefully at her over your sunglasses, betraying nothing of your inner turmoil, âI think nothing.â
AnaĂŻs laughs, rolling onto her back, âThatâs such shit. You practically sprint away from him everytime he comes near.â
âI do not,â you answer too quickly.
AnaĂŻs laughs again, louder. Chloe joins in and Bea raises her eyebrows at you like youâre a fucking liar. You frown, glaring a little before stubbornly turning your head back to your book. The conversation about Charles ends there, but unfortunately your actions have spoken for themselves. A chill of something like panic chitters up your spine and into your shoulders. You have to roll them to make the feeling go away.
As the sun climbs higher in the sky you lose some people to the heat and gain others. Itâs just you and Chloe sweating onto your towels when Rowan and Charles finally give up on whatever game they were playing in the ocean. Rowan collapses unceremoniously into the space between you and Chloe, kicking up sand and getting water droplets all over you like heâs a wet dog. You let out a noise somewhere between a laugh and an exasperated groan as you roll away from him, landing in the sand.
âWatch it,â you cry, âYouâre getting my book all wet.â
Rowan laughs, âYouâre drawing in it!â
âSo.â
He pulls a face at you that makes you roll your eyes; then he turns into Chloe, shoving his face into her collarbone and flinging limbs over her. You snort, leaning over to snag the book off your towel before it gets dragged into the mess that Rowan is causing. Youâre about to get up and go inside until you realise Charles is still standing there. Has, in fact, been standing there since Rowan ran over. Your breath catches, heart skipping a beat as you look up to find him standing there.
âHey,â you smile briefly at him, quickly looking away from his damp hair and bare chest (âwhich is difficult to do because, holy shitâ) so you can gather up your towel.
âHi,â he replies.
He might smile back. You donât look. Youâre trying to get the image of his washboard abs out of your head. This proves difficult when you clamber to your feet and find yourself face to face with him.
âAre you heading back?â he asks.
âYeah.â
God, you want to kick yourself. Youâre being so awkward, and right in front of Chloe too, who may not be watching but is absolutely listening to you make a fool of yourself in front of a guy you have very firmly said that you are not interested in. It must be clear to him too, that youâre trying very deliberately to not be interested in him. You cant tell what would be worse; if that means heâll think youâre a weirdo or if it means heâll take it as a sign that he should make some kind of move.
Ugh.
âIâll come with you?â
âHmm,â you blink yourself back into existence, seeing the questioning look on Charlesâ face, âYes, yeah. Sorry.â
You say goodbye to Chloe and Rowan who barely look away from one another, still rolling around in the sand like teenagers.
âGross,â you say to Charles, as the two of you trudge through hot sand toward the sandstone steps that lead up to the villa.
He laughs, a breathy thing that tapers off with a sigh, âA bit, yes.â
You donât say anything else, but you find yourself staring at his back and the way his muscles shift and move underneath his tanned skin. At the top of the stairs you part ways, he smiles at you and you offer something awkward in return, trying to pretend you hadnât been looking at him. You donât think he notices, but your cheeks red burn anyway.
You donât see him watching you leave.
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Amalfi Coast, Italy
Dinner is a huge affair, as it always is on these trips.
You, Anaïs and Chloe spend three hours in the kitchen that afternoon making chicken fricassée and about a hundred different side dishes to go with it. Everyone crowds around the dinner table to eat and drink even more wine than the night before. Piero Piccioni plays on the old record player, crackling away as you laugh and talk and tell stories with your friends well into the night. You watch the sun set through floor-to-ceiling glass windows and you wish wish wish that you had your paints right now.
You brought along a set of oil pastels and one of your art notebooks, but it doesnât compare at all to painting. If you could get your hands on cadmium yellow in all itâs hues, maybe vermillion and a powder blue, your lack of paintbrush or canvas wouldnât even matter. Youâd use your fingers if you needed to. It bothers you so much that you get up in the middle of clearing away the meal and go to your room for the pastels and notebook. You need to get it on a page at least.
You push a few plates to the side, folding out your notebook and immediately marking the page up with a creamy white pastel. Bea teases you when she comes over to take the rest of the dirty dishes, but you just mumble something unintelligible, too engrossed with smudging the sunset into something that looks like what youâd seen out the window. When the oranges and yellows blend to your satisfaction you take the black and brown and draw in the top of your friendsâ heads, not thinking about how much attention to detail youâre paying to the shape of Charlesâ side profile.
When youâre finished, youâre surprised to see that the table is cleared save for a few half-full wine glasses and a fresh bottle. Only Chloe, Rowan and Charles are still sitting by you. Youâre listening to another Piero Piccioni album now, or maybe just the other side of the record. You remember saying goodnight to the others and saying yes to a glass of wine, so youâve not been totally dead to the world, but itâs all in a bit of a haze.
You think this might be part of the reason why you canât hold down a boyfriend. The disappearing into your art like you cant breathe until itâs finished. That may as well be the case if youâre honest.
You sigh, wiping your stained fingers on the next blank page, then you take a long sip from your glass of merlot, pretending you dont notice the othersâ eyes on you.
âAll done?â Chloe quips, somewhere on the border of teasing and being annoyed at you.
You look at her, your eyes just narrowing enough for her to notice. She does and purses her lips. You raise an eyebrow to ask okay, whatâs your fucking problem? And you see her eyes flash to Charles. You follow her gaze to see him and Rowan pretending to look disinterested in your answer. Charles is tracing the base of his wine glass and absently biting the inside of his mouth. You have to tear your eyes away.
âAll done,â you answer, tone clipped, before gathering your things (including the wine glass) and leaving the room in a move you hope doesnât come off as too rude.
At your back you hear Rowan ask Chloe, âWhat was that?â
Chloe means well, you think as you wind through the villa, making your way to the balcony overlooking the private beach. She wants you to be happy and she thinks you need a boyfriend to be happy. But sheâd found the love of her life in Rowan after only a few years of dating around and she doesnât quite understand that itâs never going to work like that for you. There arenât enough people out there that understand the kind of passion you have for your art and certainly not many that would also be compatible with you. Youâre fine with that, but Chloe doesnât know what to do with it. Especially not now sheâs cottoned onto the fact that you have some kind of interest in Charles. Itâs killing her.
Itâs irrelevant though, whatever interest you have in Charles doesnât factor into anything. Heâs cute, heâs nice, but so were the dozen boys that youâve already dated and not continued dating. So really, Chloe needs to stop pushing it because itâs pissing you off. Youâre here for a holiday, not to be forced into conversations with a guy you donât know. If she needs to have an argument to finally understand that, then so be it. Youâve been friends for years, itâll blow over eventually.
You flick a switch and blinking lights illuminate the balcony. Fairy lights are wound up the posts and draped on the awning, intertwining with the lush green vines that have grown up through the wood slats. The air is balmy and the breeze light as you settle into one of two cushioned chairs situated by a coffee table. Itâs perfect. You spread the oil pastels out next to your glass of wine and set your open notebook on your crossed legs, listening to the sound of waves lapping against the shore.
Youâre alone for what feels like a long time but is probably only an hour or two.
When the sliding door clunks open you expect it to be Chloe coming over to have it out, but itâs not. Instead, Charles slips through the gap with the rest of the wine gripped in one hand.
âHi,â he greets, smiling at you in a way that makes dimples carve in his cheeks, and dashing any hopes you have that heâd walk right past you.
âHey,â you forget yourself for a moment and bite your lip on a broad smile.
He holds the bottle out toward you, offering more. You lean over your notebook and hold your empy wine glass up in acceptance.
âMerci,â you say, and in a moment of weakness (and probable wine drunk-ness) you gesture at the plush chair across from you.
Charles, somewhat caught off guard, looks between your outstretched hand, the chair, and your face, before shaking his head almost imperceptibly and finally taking a seat. Despite his apparent shock, you find it hard to believe heâd come out here simply to offer you some of the last of the wine. Surely, this is Chloe and Rowanâs doing. Though, strangely, you cant quite bring yourself to care.
He sets the bottle on the coffee table, next to your oil pastels. You lean forward to place a few back in their rightful spots, snagging your wine glass as you go.
Charles eyesâ scan your face for a moment, searching for something you suppose, then he points at your notebook, âHave you been drawing?â
You nod, âMmm.â
You think perhaps the answer is a bit obvious. He seems to realise this, you watch a blush spread onto the top of his cheeks and he flutters his eyelids slightly, almost like rolling his eyes at himself. You donât think about his eyelashes, thick and dark as they brush against his cheekbone, and you donât think about his eyes, the lights reflecting off them, making them sparkle.
âWhat are you drawing then?â he asks after a moment of collecting himself, an edge of embarrassment to his voice.
You give in easily to the strange urge you have to show him, grabbing the notebook off your lap and holding it out for him to see what youâd been scribbling in the book for the past two hours. You let him take it off your hands, ignoring the spike of anxiety. He holds it gingerly, like it's a precious artefact (of course, to you, it is), which makes something warm bloom in your chest. You take a sip of wine and gesture for him to flip through a few pages, which he seems hesitant to do without permission. The book is angled in such a way that you can see most of the page, so youâre content to let him. Or at least you are until he flips to the page youâd started when youâd first come out here.
Panic drops like a stone in your gut because heâs looking right at a fully rendered drawing of his eyes. Itâs in amongst some pillars strung with lights and covered in climbing vines; your best attempt at capturing the way the beach looked earlier in the day; and, perhaps your saving grace, Chloe half asleep on her towel. But the drawing of her is haphazard, itâs half-scribbled and half-finished, whereas the one of Charles eyesâ is as detailed as the sunset scene youâd done the page before. It had been something you just needed to get out, drawn in one of those hazes of yours. Youâd felt better after it was done, your hands had stopped feeling like they were itchy.
Now, you itch to snatch the notebook off him, but you fear that would be even more incriminating. So you watch him look at the page and try to sit with the panicked feeling spreading in your chest.
Eventually, he points at the page, âIs this me?â
You bite your lip, breathing slowly through your nose to try and abate the blush spreading up your neck. You donât say anything exactly, just shrug and rock your head back and forth in a kind of confirmation that doesnât really admit anything. Though, thereâs no denying the drawing is him.
âItâs good,â he says, seemingly stumbling over the words, âItâs very good.â
You frown into your drink, âThank you.â
âI mean it.â
You know he means it. Itâs not that.
âYes,â you put down the wine glass, looking at him but avoiding eye contact, âI know. I know itâs good. Iâm just⊠Iâm embarrassed,â you admit.
He furrows his eyebrowsâ or itâs more that he squints and his eyebrows fold in with it. You watch his tongue dart out to run across the top of his bottom lip and you stamp down the less than innocent thoughts that come bubbling up at that. He waves the hand thatâs not still holding carefully onto your notebook about for a moment, trying to conjure up words that he doesnât have yet.
Slowly, he says, âYou shouldnât be embarrassed. Iâ Itâsââ
Heâs about to say flattering, so you cut him off, not wanting to hear the tone of it, whether it be pity or something else entirely.
You try to explain yourself, âThings get stuck in my head sometimes. Like after dinner,â you reach forward and flip the page back one, to the sunset, âI have to get it onto paper. Or⊠or⊠it just runs laps in my head for the rest of eternity, I guess. I donât stop thinking about it.â
You cringe internally. Youâve just told him that you were so consumed by thoughts of his eyes that you had to draw them immediately. That is perhaps worse than just wanting to draw him because you thought he was cute. Charles raises his eyebrows, clearly surprised by your admission, but thereâs perhaps also something sincere in there? You canât pinpoint it, but it makes you feel a fraction better you think.
You sigh forlornly, âThatâs weirder, huh?â
He laughs, properly laughs, and it sends some strange feeling skittering down your spine, âNo. No, I get it. I donât have any way to get it down as quickly as Iâd like, but I definitely understand the feeling.â
You bite the inside of your lip, hesitant but still curious, âYou understand the feeling? Really?â
âYes,â he smiles easily now, relaxing more in the chair after he places your notebook onto the counter with a cautiousness you still donât expect, âFor me, with racing, itâs like I get an idea and I canât sleep until I try it on track or talk about it with someone. Some of them donât work, or arenât possible, which is fine, but if it sounds right to me and it checks out with the people that it needs to, then, well, then it literally does run laps in my head.â
You laugh, mostly to yourself. Youâre not sure yet if he understands what youâre saying, but heâs trying. Thatâs more than you can say for a lot of people. You try not to let that thought linger for too long.
âYou think itâs similar?â you ask in a way you desperately hope comes across as curious and not accusatory.
He hums, waving his hand around again for words, âPerhaps. I think the urgency is the same. The passion is the same. Do you ever feel like something terrible will happen if you canâtââ
âYes,â youâre a bit breathless in your haste to agree, to talk about this feeling with someone who understands, âYes. I do. Itâs like I need to put it somewhere before I lose it. Otherwise, it wonât be perfect, or itâll be too late.â
âExactly,â his eyes seem to light up, for a long second you watch the flickering lights reflect in them, âExactly.â
âItâs never as good as I want it to be,â you admit, finding it easier to look him in the eye now that some strange barrier between you has been broken, âItâs never quite how I imagine it in my head.â
Charles points at your notebook, âThese are very good, really. I donât see how they could be better. But,â he shrugs, âEh, I will win a race and still think of everything I did wrong.â
You nod eagerly in understanding as you lean back into the chair, finally relaxing into the cushions. Itâs strange to have this conversation, knowing youâre talking about two entirely different careers, but feeling like theyâre so similar. Maybe itâs just you and Charles that are similar, maybe your jobs have nothing to do with it? You donât know, you just know itâs nice to feel like someone gets what youâre talking about.
Charles continues, speaking like heâll explode if he doesnât get this off his chest, âItâs there all the time, do you know what I mean? Maybe Iâm not thinking about it every second, but itâs always there waiting for something to draw attention to it. And people ask what else is going on in my life, and of course I do other things, and I enjoy other things, but I want to be on the track. I want to be driving whenever I can.â
You nod again, more subdued now, âMmm, right. I want to be making art all the time, and when I canât itâs like missing a limb. To me art isâ itâ itâs likeââ
ââbreathing,â he finishes, almost the lilt of a question to it, but not really, itâs like he knows exactly what you mean⊠how you feel.
You exhale, long and slow, âYeah. Like breathing.â
Both of you are quiet for a little after that. Youâre trying not to stare at him, but itâs not easy. Heâs looking at you almost blatantly and you can feel blood rushing to your cheeks the longer he stares. The air feels thick with some feeling you canât place. All you know is there are butterflies in your stomach and a smile keeps pulling at the edge of your pursed lips.
The smile takes over as you catch him starry-eyed in your peripheral vision, you mutter, âStop that. Stop looking at me.â
âWhy?â
You tip your head back so you canât see him looking at you, âBecause.â
âBecause?â he laughs breathily, shaking his head at you, âOkay, well, tell me if Iâm misreading anything, but Iâm pretty sure that drawing of me in your notebook says something, at least.â
You run a hand down your face, sighing loudly, âYes, okay. I suppose it does. Butâ Iââ for a moment you struggle for the right words to explain yourself, âI guess Iâm not really looking to date anyone.â
He tilts his head to the side, furrowing his eyebrows and looking for all intents and purposes, like a confused puppy, âYou guess?â
You nod, resisting the urge to just launch over the table and grab his face. He is very cute and he is making this so hard for you.
He sucks his teeth briefly, shrugging, âIâm not really either.â
âAlright,â you say, âGood.â
As over as that should make the issue, strangely enough it doesnât feel like youâre done with Charles Leclerc and it certainly doesnât feel like heâs done with you either.
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Amalfi Coast, Italy
You try to avoid Charles after that, you really do, but he doesnât quite let you.
For a few days of the holiday you give him pointed looks and purse your lips a lot when heâs around. Chloe catches on straight away and that makes it all infinitely worse until she finally realises she might need to leave you alone (yeah, shocker). When Chloe finally forces everyone to get off your back about Charles, it becomes much easier to be around him. Youâre not glaring at your friends while they make eyes at you, or worrying if youâre acting weird; youâre just allowed to be.
Itâs nice. Heâs nice.
But you knew that already.
Neither of you are looking for a relationship so thereâs no pressure for it to be anything at all. But you have this sneaking suspicion that perhaps both of you are looking for a relationship with eachother regardless. You try to ignore the thought.
On day five, youâre sitting together on an outcropping of rock that overlooks the ocean and youâre letting Charles doodle in your notebook with a ballpoint pen. The bare skin of both your arms are pressed together, they stick with sweat from the hot midday sun but neither of you seem to care. As you watch him doodle inexpertly you can smell himâ salt and sweat and whatever cologne he uses masking the very faint scent of burning rubber. Your hair, still damp, brushes his forearm, you wonder if you smell of acrylic paint and mildew from all the water cups you accidentally leave out for your paintbrushes.
You reach out to trace a line heâd made, âHere, it should be more likeâŠâ you taper off, taking the pen from his hand and quickly fixing the curve of the beach before handing the utensil back.
âHmm,â he hums, giggling a little, âI guess that looks better.â
âYou guess?â
He nods, âWhat if I had a very specific vision?â
You raise an eyebrow in disbelief, leaning back to look him in the eye you tease, âA vision. Did you?â
He tilts his head down to look at you. Youâre very close now, you can feel his breath fanning over your face. In the reflection of his sunglasses you watch your lips part slightly and your eyelids flutter. Your chest grows tight with anticipation and maybe a little bit of panic. Still, you reach out and slide his sunglasses up to settle in his hair. Youâre a little careless, but you like the way his hair pokes out from them at odd angles. As he breathes out you hear it catch for a split second.
âDid you?â you repeat, knowing he wonât remember what you were talking about.
He blinks twice, still staring at you, âHmm?â
âYou said you had a vision,â you breathe.
âOh,â as he says it, his eyes flicker down to your mouth, only for a second, but itâs long enough to you know youâre done for.
You both lean in at the same time, your noses sliding off each other in your eagerness. You breathe a kind of laugh into his mouth and you feel him try to suppress a smile against your lips. Itâs slow for the first few seconds, just you and Charles figuring out how your mouths fit together. His mouth is warm and wet and so soft, and itâs easy to lose yourself in it. You move the hand that had adjusted his sunglasses, sliding it up his shoulder to the back of his muscled neck. Your fingers weave into the short hair at the base of it, your nails scratching absently there. He groans, ever so slightly into your mouth and it sends heat skittering down your spine, into the low of your gut.
The hand of his that isnât clutching onto your notebook slips forward and winds around to press at your bare back. He pulls you closer to him as you slide your hand up to cup the back of his head, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. Soon itâs a mess of tongue and teeth and Charles blindly shoving your notebook somewhere it wont slip into the water so he can grab you with both hands. He tastes like red wine and coffee and you love the way his fingers dig into your skin and the way his teeth have been grazing at your bottom lip, like he wants to sink into it.
Youâre almost in his lap when youâre forced to pull away for air.
Foreheads pressed together, you breathe heavily into the space between you. Your hand is still stuck in his hair and one of his on the small of your back, the other holding your knee. The sides of your noses touch, you nudge yours against his affectionately, tempted by the proximity of his mouth.
He laughs and you feel it against your lips, intermingling with your own breath, âAlright. That wasââ
âYeah,â you finish, dipping forward to kiss him again.
Youâre lost for another few minutes. Tongue and teeth and the sound of the waves crashing against the rock behind you. And his hand on your jaw and in your hair and pulling you closer closer to him.
He pulls away this time, turning his head to press your cheeks together, mouth at your ear, âSo,â he drags the word out with a laugh, âare you looking for a relationship now?â
You snort unceremoniously, and tease, âHmm. I guess I would be amenable to that.â
âYou guess?â he asksâ but not really needing to at all because you can feel his dimples pressing into your cheek as he smiles knowingly.
You nod, smiling too, âI guess.â
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What was your inspiration to write a mafia/mob/cartel/la familia type story?
So, I was primarily raised by my grandma and her sisters and they loved mafia films. Like, my grandma considered Robert De Niro to be her man. My grandma apparently wrote a whole mafia story in her notebook when she was a teen. đ
I saw Once Upon a Time in America (my grandma's personal fave) and parts of The Godfather when I was really young, but I wasn't enthralled in these films. I didn't even understand the workings of the mob. Yet, I respected these and held fascination for them because it was my grandma's interest and I love my grandma!
Some time passes. I'm in 6th Grade. My best friend becomes obsessedddd with Scarface. [which I feel is a general thing that's apart of black culture đđ] I mean she has her first fictional crush! And I'm in class endorsing it like a good friend! I saw that movie a total of three times when I was a preteen due to the love of my friend, including a lousy BET cut and even now I would say that is one of my favorite gangster films.
Some more time passes and I'm still really into this genre even though I'm still dumb about the inner workings and hierarchy. I just know it's suits and action! In high school I wrote a shitty mafia AU story for a anime fandom I was in. We don't talk about that, but it was like a stepping stone and it was fairly well-received by my friends.
Fast forward into adulthood and in 2016-ish? I made my OC Sal! Although Sink or Swim takes place in the modern day, Sal and Eve were originally historical ocs! So, I tried to do a lot of research through film. Instead of watching documentaries or reading thoroughly, I watched films like Harlem Nights, Goodfellas, Mean Streets, Godfather, A Bronx Tale, Casino! And in watching these movies I had the mindset of, "okay, I wanna take these elements for Sal, I wanna leave plot themes like this out."
also shoutout to the video games Mafia I, II, and III. They had some immersive storytelling.
I roleplayed Sal for awhile on tumblr and eventually I met @ladygangsters who was equally into the gangster genre! But due to her love of the series Narcos, I learned a lot more about the cartel beyond my shallow Scarface knowledge. She's really the one with all the cartel ocs, broadening my horizons!đ
I didn't know if I wanted to do a gangster story on simblr tbh. Mostly because tackling a complex story was daunting and it's WAY EASIER to just do slice of life narratives. When I first started Sink or Swim I was lowkey freaking out irl like, "I don't know what to do, I don't know I'm doing, oh my god I'm gonna torment myself with this story."
But I didn't scare ya'll away with my content. I didn't feel overwhelmed when I reached certain heavy points of the story. I feel like I trust myself to tell this story now more than I did when I first plotted it out. And now I'm doing a lot of heavy co-writing with @ladygangsters and we treat our writing the way we would if we were still rping with each other, so that brings a high level of comfort.
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Sunn is reported here-
I always liked the duo they do in the cabaret, the movements are very nice and warm, the costumes are just beautiful. For Monsiur Francour, what does the form of affection of couples mean (kisses, gifts, hugs...)
Do you have or have you had a problem dealing with your animal instinct?
They both have captivating voicess so... Has Lucille thought of teaching Francoeur to speak? It would be nice to hear it in conversation. I have nothing more to add, I hope I can have the opportunity to take a picture with you! :D
Dear Sunn,
Thank you for the compliments, Lucille makes our outfits. She is very talented. Iâm not sure what I would do without her.
I have noticed that affections come in many different formsâŠ
Men giving women gifts. Mothers hugging their children. Kisses on the cheeks among friends. Kisses only for lovers. It is an interesting thing. How lovely.
And Animal instinctsâŠ
I am not sure what you mean?
Sincerely,
Francoeur
Dear Sunn,
Thank you for your kind words, I hope you are able to come by the cabaret soon for that picture. It makes both Francoeur and I very happy to know how many people love our performances.
It is true that Francoeur does not speak, but he understands French quite perfectly. I do not think he is confident in his speaking, despite being a wonderful singer... I will let you in on a secret. Despite his size, he is actually incredibly shy. Isnât that funny? Maybe one day I can convince him to speak a word or two, away from the stage, haha.
Sincerely,
...
Lucille â€ïž
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I am not exactly a newcomer, but I still enjoy giving people opportunities to talk about their OCs. So, please take this as a space to talk about Kepler as much as you would like to, if that's alright!! I may not be 1000% familiar with the intricacies of Star Wars, but I'd still be happy to hear ^-^
Hiii omg thank you so much for asking! đđđ«¶đ I really appreciate it! And tbh even a basic understanding of star wars is enough to get u thru most of it, what I love about the universe in general is that yes there are lots of rules but at the same time there's no rules at all?? You can do whatever you want as a fan and there's not rly anything ppl can do to stop you đ
but for people who ARE seeing this for the first time, my star wars s/i is a Jedi Knight and my bff and I worked together to basically make an oc to be her Padawan! his name is Kepler Quinn and he's my perfect beautiful boy that I love đ„ș
a lot of his character development comes from both coming into his own as a person through his training and through his relationships to others. He's been through a lot of rejection in his life already, so he kind of put up walls and has to learn to let people through them! Especially my s/i, who decides to dedicate herself to training him and making him see himself the way she sees him: as amazing! He's got a lot of really impressive skills, he's very in tune with the force when it comes to listening to it for insight, he's just not naturally a good fighter. That doesn't get you very far during a war đ
but she thinks he's perfect! and she, and the other friends he makes are all part of his story.
(ps. here's some drawings of him made by my bff @star-whores69)
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Top Gun for the fandom ask game?
âš send me a fandom and i'll answer with the following!
blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most)
⣠maverick! this is kind of a given i suppose. but he's my blorbo alright. i have 193748458 thoughts abt him Every Single Day Unfortunately and every other fic and gifset/edit idea i have typically winds up including him somehow lol
scrunkly (my âbabyâ, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped)
⣠this one was really stumping me for a while bc idk tbh but if i am very real it's probably also maverick đ when will i stop being predictable lmao aaaaa. my second choice for this spot is bradley and this is why i struggled so much to pick an answer lol
scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave)
⣠phoenix !!!! phoenix is my girl !!! my beloved !!! i want her to have everything nice. i want her to smack everyone else upside the head with a bat for being stupid. but she shouldnt have to bc theyre all adults and she is their peer and not their mom and i do actually rly respect how tgm treats her as the same as the others and doesn't dress her in weird skimpy outfits on the beach or have her lifting hella emotional baggage for the men or etc. she is so smart and capable and straightforward and determined and i love her <3 the near-tie for this spot is slider. i love slider. he has such a Vibe . takes no shit but he won't let YOU take shit either. we stan a man.
glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I wonât shut up about it for a week)
⣠tbh? viper. idk what it is about him. He is So Yes. I want to Know More About Him. i want to know how well he knew duke mitchell. i want to know if he stayed up nights feeling responsible for that because duke died saving him, among others. i want to know how long it took for him to move past it or if he ever did. i want him to talk to maverick about this commonality they have and not say stupid shit like 'there will be others' bc shut the fuck up akdhjdjkfhfgj but yeah idk. need to write abt him sometime for sure <3 my second choice for this is carole because she has like maybe an aggregated minute of time on screen and owns my wholeass heart somehow anyway. i want her to have only nice things and happiness and she doesn't get a lot of credit but she's so kind and capable and determined and i stan her tbh
poor little meow meow (âproblematicâ/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave)
⣠unpopular no, problematic yes: hangman. he's controversial. he's pathetic. he's an asshole. he's incorrigible. he's everyone's favorite bitch. what can i say. i want to undo him like a clock and take out all the gears and find out how he works. i cant fix him but i CAN make him worse. and one of these days i will. (ok ok AND ill try to fix him too i guess. if i must).
horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason)
⣠this is hangman again unfortunately. and also mav. and also bradley. alkdhjfkfhfkjgh i am a goblin
eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell)
⣠sorry cyclone im sure ur secretly a big softy but u are going to have to go down the superhell pipe this time <3
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I love your art, especially Columbo art. Please make more, maybe Columbo and his wife have a kid?
omg anon yeas........ i like to headcanon that columbo is incredibly busy with his job and he is kinda absent, especially in the very beginning đđ anyway here is antonio and lucille (named after lucille ball (NOT columbos idea)) and heres more info abt them here and my inspiration of them and also a small doodle here
bonus, them all grown up!!!!! omg!!! big!!! they are VERY BIG !!!!!!
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your fic... immaculate vibes. crying from the latest chapter but hopefully in a good way
this ask has been sitting in my inbox for probably over a year now bc ive loved it so so much that i wanted to see it everytime i opened my inbox for a quick mood increase. it literally gave me energy on bad days. i am now finally releasing into the wild just to tell u how absolutely much i love this probably random nonchalant message u sent over a year ago. thank u for reading and for my weeks long favorite sayings of "immaculate vibes" and "crying but hopefully in a good way"
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vicious pt two I ln4
pairing: ex!lando norris x reader, charles leclerc x reader
summary: you are trying to move on from lando but he refuses to
notes: more dramaaa and asshole lando sorry, this is short cause i kind of got busyđ§ââïž
part one, masterlist
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yourusername emails i cant send is officially yoursđ
it has been a long and emotional process writing this album but i loved and enjoyed every bit of it<3 im so excited to share this piece of my life with you and officially close this chapter and move on
thank you for the support, ill see you all soonâ€ïž
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user OMGG IM ALREADY CRYING ITS SO AMAZING
user stfu is that charles in the fifth pic?!?
user it is!! he was credited in a few songs for instrumentsđ„čđ„č
user because i liked a boy hits so different when u know what she went through :(
maxfewtrell running on stream to listen to it
yourusername pls dont hate im still sensitive
user omg noo i cant watch whats he saying about it??
user he loves every song, hes being so supportive and said hes team y/nđ
user her friendship with charles is so cute omg
user âfriendshipâ righttttđ
user lost lando but got charles, a win is a win
francisca.cgomes love love loveđ
user omg i know charles introduced them
user âill see you soonâ ARE YOU TOURING???
pietra.pilao so incredibly proud of youâ€ïž such an amazing album
yourusername p ily and miss u smđ„čâ€ïž
pietra.pilao i miss you more we need to get together soon!
yourusername otw to text u so make plans rnđââïžđââïž
user the fact that landos friends are still supportive despite the breakup tells me everything i need to know
user âofficially close this chapterâ new era frđ«¶
charles_leclerc so honored you even asked me to be apart of thisâ€ïžso proud of you ma cherie
yourusername so grateful for youâ€ïž
user JUST DATEEEE
user now kiss!!!
Lando
so you and y/n huh?
Charles
she's my friend
is that a problem?
Lando
i dont remember ever introducing you two?
Charles
not that its any of your concern but i introduced myself last year on the paddock while you were too busy ignoring her
Lando
so when i had back turned, you took the chance to steal my girlfriend?
Charles
dont try turning this into something its not
she's trying to move on so i think its time you do the same lando
dont ask about her again.
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f1gossip Following Y/n Y/l/n's album release, Lando and Charles have unfollowed each other on instagram! It is not confirmed if Y/n is the reason why, but it is heavily speculated. It seems Lando was the first to unfollow and Charles quickly followed suit.
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user all too much for little lando norris
user y/n breaking up a friendship nowđ
user she didnt do anything except release an album on how she felt, if lando gets offended by that then hes clearly the problem here
user 16 4 fans lost today but then again lando started itđ€·ââïž
user karma works in funny ways @landonorris
user lando has every right to be mad imo
user not at all, he treated her like shit then cheated and now hes mad she has friends in f1? make it make sense
user why watch soap operas when you can watch f1
user 2024 season is gonna HIT
user charles is going to have the motivation for wdc now, ferrari fans wonđ
user even though im a lando fan, i have to be team charles and y/n on this one sorry
user yup, after listening to her album i definitely support y/n
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yourusername first time performing my new album at my one night show was the best time ever!! thank you for all that showed up you were an amazing crowdâ€ïž
and just in case you missed my little announcement, bet u wanna is my next single of this album...this one's a little funny when you know the contextđ
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user wish i was able to go :(
user WHATS THE CONTEXT??
user listen to the lyrics, lando definetly wanted her back after his side girl cheated AHAH
user i need to know if charles was there
francisca.cgomes such a wonderful nightđ
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user your stage presence is so amazing
luisinhaoliveira99 so great seeing youđ€
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user SHE WAS THERE?!?
user pls tell me you guys took pictures together
user bet u wanna is so good omg
user are you opening for eras tour in europe
user it is rumored, i hope its trueđ
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f1gossip Charles, Pierre, Kika and Luisa leaving Y/n Y/l/n's concert in LA tonight! Thoughts on the singer's new friendship with the drivers and girls?
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user i love themđâ€ïž
user i was there and saw charles with pierre and kika singing along to every songđ„č
user SHUT UPPPP
user stop theyre so cute
user luisa and y/n mean everything to me
user them supporting y/n despite the drama with lando shows a lot about him
user ive never wanted to part of a gc so bad
user charles is so supportive, yk who wouldnt be....
user i need them to date, he would treat y/n so good
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user OMFGGG
user i need pics of her and charles NOW
user charles got p1 cause bae was watchingđ
user is she staying all weekend!?!
user her and charles supporting each other omg
user are they finally dating??
user he was asked about it in an interview and he said they were just friends!
user ugh can charles make a move already? i dont want another lando situation..
user i wonder if she bumped into landođł
Lando
was y/n really in ferrari garage?
Carlos
yeah...
are you okay mate?
Lando
how can i be?
he stole my girlfriend and is now parading her around the paddock
its fucked up
Carlos
he did say they were just friends
and i didnt see them acting like a couple or anything
Lando
there's gotta be something more
i just need y/n to see who he really is
Carlos
i dont know, maybe its time you move on mate
Lando
no, i cant give up now
do you have an extra paddock pass?
Carlos
why...
Lando
remember charles' crazy ex girlfriend who was obsessed with him?
i heard shes in town to see him
what if we send her the paddock pass so she can show y/n how charles treated her
Carlos
this seems a little crazy lando
why dont you just talk to y/n?
Lando
she wont even let me get near her
just please carlos? and then i wont ever bring it up again if it doesnt work
Carlos
fine but dont tell anybody about this
Lando
thank you mate, i owe you
tags: @iamahallucinationnn, @sofiacblair
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đđđđđđđ đđđ, in which, if charles didnât care for you, maybe a specific red bull driver he doesnât really like, will.. part one here! ౚৠmax verstappen x famous!reader
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maxverstappen1 replied to your story
maxverstappen1
hey, iâm sorry about the break up
charles never deserved you though
yourusername
haha itâs okay
he didnât do anything wrong though đ
it was a mutual break up
maxverstappen1
ohhh, alright
thatâs nice to know đ
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IMESSAGE , MAX & LANDO January 4th, 2024
max
Lando
lando
Max đ€
Rare text, what do you need mate?
max
by any chance do you have yns number
lando
oh my god do you
finally have the balls to (attempt) to pull her
max
iâve always had the balls :/
charles just beat me to it
lando
he was quite charming
max
heâs a cheater, he isnât very charming
lando
thats why i said âwasâ
max
ok but do u have her number
lando
duh? weâre like thisđ€đŒ
itâs xxx-xxx-xxx
max
okk thank you very much
lando
of course mate
goodluck youâll need it
also u will be talked (possibly made fun of)
about in the gc. so be careful..
max
uhm ok mate
byeâŠ.. đ
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yourprivate new year, new me đââïž
fuckđđŒmen đ€ź
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alex_albon yk damn well ur the biggest lover girl
â yourprivate uhmm wdym? iâm not
landonorris i know something u dont đ€«
lilymhe its okay baby đ
â yourprivate đđđđ ily
georgerussell63 wake up
â yourprivate get out my private bitch đ€ź
â georgerussell63 cunt
â yourprivate something u never serve..
danielricciardo wow this post ate đ
danielricciardo it would eat even more if u reactivated the main
â yourprivate iâll be back in like 9 months
â landonorris HOLY SHIT ARE U PREGNANT
â yourprivate NO??? WHAT??? WHY WOULD U THINK THAT???
â landonorris coz u said 9 months and thats like how long it takes to give birth Idk
â yourprivate u are so slow gn
IMESSAGE , MAX & YOU January 14th, 2024
xxx-xxx-xx
are you a rose?
cause i think youâre a catch đ
yn
oh my god đ that was such a sucky
pick up line.. who is this? đ
xxx-xxx-xxx
your future boyfriend, hopefully
yn
howâd u get my number though
i rlly hope you arenât a stalker đ
or iâm gonna contact the police
xxx-xxx-xxx
WAIT NO đ
itâs max
iâm sorry lol
yn
oh my god đ
i didnât see u as the corny pick up line type
you changed this contact to âmaxâ
max
what can i say?
also sorry for freaking you out
i asked lando for your number, i hope you donât mind
yn
nah its fine đ
max
are you okay though?
you deactivated, saw it all over twitter
yn
yeah no, iâm ok
well not rlly but I donât wanna like .. talk about it
max
thatâs totally fine
but if you ever need someone to talk to
iâm always free
and i have cats so.. free therapy
yn
thats how u get the girl !
max
charlie should have taken some notes
unsent message
haha i guess i know how to get you now ?
yn
youâre a flirt arenât you
max
only for you
yn
đđ
iâll be back in a minute someone messaged me
max
alright
IMESSAGE , CHARLES & YOU January 14th, 2024
donât respond
hi angel, can i come over?
i miss your kisses, cherie
canât we get back together
yn
no we canât
charles stop it. i donât want you
youâre the one who cheated on me
if you were going to miss my kisses so bad, whyâd you cheat?
donât respond
itâs a new year though, new us.
yn
no charles
you need to get over it
i mean, i did
donât respond
get over it? you deactivated on everything
that isnât getting over it. youâre avoiding your problems
yn
yeah Iâm avoiding you, youâre my biggest one
get a new girlfriend
it obviously isnât that hard for you..
Delivered
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lilymhe u better not be talking about ch*rles
â yourprivate no
landonorris is it ***
â yourprivate đ€đ€đ€???
alex_albon i thought u werenât a lover girl
â yourprivate iâm not
â alex_albon caption says otherwise
georgerussell63 yw for the cake
â yourprivate thanks georgie đ
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user ohh ik yn is laughing at his silly ass
user heâs going dark đ€âïž
user he wanna be aesthetic so fuckin bad
user this is not it âŒïž archive this post âŒïž
user yeah, ur overrated
â user we luv a self aware king
user not everyone dragging him in the comments đ
â user cause we all love yn đââïž
lewishamilton be so fr you have no sense of fashion, m8 đ
carlossainz55 đ€
landonorris yeah this post is not ittttt
alex_albon alright mateâŠ.
danielricciardo who did not cheer! đđ
pierregasly đ„
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IMESSAGE, MAX & YOU February 14th, 2024
max <3
hey :)
happy valentines đ€
yn
hii maxie
happy valentines! đ
max <3
i bought you a little something
since you love snoopy
and me đ
yn
you got one thing right
max <3
wowww
nevermind then
yn
kidding đđ
max <3
iâm picking you up
is an hour enough time
yn
yess
see you sooon đđ€
max <3
đ€
IMESSAGE, âYN FANCLUB đâ February 15th, 2024
landoooo
how much r we betting that he did it
alexito
ÂŁ100 he didnât
lil đ
ÂŁ100 he did
landoooo
iâm team he did it
georgie
he aint do shit đđ„
iâm team he didnât do it
lil đ
is alex holding u gunpoint ???
landoooo
facts
max isnât a pussy he def said something at least
yn
hi guyyyyssss
what are you guys talking about
georgie
weâre betting on ur little bf
did he ask you out
lil đ
ok wow đ straight to the point
yn
he did đđđ
lil đ
HOLY SHIT
HAHAHAA
ALEX, GEORGE,
landoooo
PAYYY UPPP!!!! đ°
alexito
GTFOOO
georgie
đ„đ„ my ass is not paying
yn
u better pay them
also ÂŁ100 is crazy???
look at what he got me đ„č and heâs such a cutie
lil đ
SNOOPY đ I WISSHH
so down bad
đ„čđ„č the cutest
yn
i cried đ heâs adorable
alexito
u guys are so cute
i hope it lasts!!
landoooo
daniel asked if u bringing back the main
cause like ur happy now
yn
2025 my year
plus u guys are in my priv why does it matter
georgie
right lmfao đ
congrats on the bf though đ„ł
hopefully he doesnât turn out like our
good olâ friend charlie!!!!
alexito
mate sthu
respectfully
georgie
wow that makes it a whole lot better, thanks m8
lil đ
how about u both sthu
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user didnât expect a soft launch from max fuckin verstappen đš
user HELLO???
user this girl has style.. dressing him up? đđ
â user I noticed the style change, didnât expect all this tho
user i just know shes hot
user stop soft launching i need to know who it is
danielricciardo lucky man
â maxverstappen1 i am very lucky
landonorris cutie
â maxverstappen1 đ
â alex_albon itâs official: lando is the one getting soft launched
â landonorris shhh people arenât supposed to know
lilymhe sheâs the loml
georgerussell63 đ€źđ€źđ€ź
â maxverstappen1 get out - the girl
â georgerussell63 đ€đ€âïžâïž
IMESSAGE, MAX & YOU June 13th, 2024
max <3
the sunset is in two hours
iâm picking you up
and weâre going to the beach to watch it
yn
đđ okay max
max
see you soon :))
yn
yeah, i love you đ€
max <3
say that again in person
not over text đ
yn
okay max đđ
max <3
i love you though
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user AAUGGHH IM GOING CRAZY
user why are the captions so romantic⊠secret artist ? đš
â user lol sheâs probably writing them for him
user charles gtfo đđ
user i love them (idk who she is)
landonorris 4 months tmr cutie đ
â maxverstappen1 i love you baby đ„°
â user 4???? WHAATTT
alex_albon tell her to stop talkin abt u bro đ€Š
â maxverstappen1 no can do buckaroo
redbullracing our driver sure has some pretty good captions
lilymhe my gf đđ
IMESSAGE, CHARLES & YOU August 5th, 2024
donât respond
you arenât smart
yn
huh
donât respond
youâre dating max?
is this just some petty thing ? cause i donât like him?
yn
uhm no lmfao đ
yeah iâm dating him though
donât respond
is he better than me?
yn
yeah lol
100%
donât respond
you know, he isnât really the type to commit
yn
noted ? pretty sure he wouldâve left by now
if that were the case lol
donât respond
ok.
yn
lmfao.
You have blocked this person
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October 1st, 2024
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user OH MY GOD
user the man..
user i fell to my knees
user who is that
user my girl came back better than ever
user FINALLY ????
user she came back and started to soft launch a man gn
lilymhe wowwww đđ i missed ur main acc posts
danielricciardo SERVED CUNT đ
â yourusername mwa đ
danielricciardo i prayed for times like these
maxverstappen1 last slide kinda kinky
â yourusername u wish, never horny on the main
â user LMFAOO
landonorris ooooo let the light innnn
georgerussell63 odd post for ur first one back
â yourusername sthu
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user her smile âčïžđ€
user THAT DRINK IS SO YUM
user my aesthetic queen đł
user mystery man u are lucky
user sheâs so captivating
user UGHHH đđâčïžâčïž
charles_leclerc drink companyâs donât suit u
â maxverstappen1 lol
â user LMFAOO
â user embarrassing urself...
redbullracing đđđ
â yourusername đ©”
landonorris papaya better actually âïžđ€
â yourusername errmm đ€
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AHHHH HELLOOO sorry i usually dont request much, haha this is actually my second request in all of my tumblr story ever but...i saw you decided to write for gaming and i just couldnt resist, i love your writing a lot and i just think its so immaculate hahaa. Could you write an scenario where male reader is stressed from work (imagine he has an important job like a doctor or something whatever you want is fine :)) because he has been working days nonstop, so much that his boyfriend is all worked up and horny for him so when reader comes back he finds himself straddled by him while hes begging for fucking? With cockwarming, breeding kink and cowgirl position. Could that be with Gaming, Lyney and Gorou? SORRY IF IM ASKING MUCH I DONT WANT TO BE A BOTHERđđ i just dont know how to request but thanks for reading all of rant. And again, thank you and sorry for botheringđ have a nice day/afternoon/night!
"an unnamed player has invited GA-MING, LYNEY, and GOROU to play . . .
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A/N : aa u are never a bother !! i am SO SORRY this took so long for me to get to, omg . . . but i had sm fun with this (ÂŽâœ`ÊâĄÆȘ)
"do you want to watch, [PLAYER]? press KEEP READING to spectate the match."
Patient after patient after patient, each one with a more downright stupid trouble than the last. Your day had started with a young man, clearly fresh out of Millelith training, complaining of a tummy ache, of all things! He had clutched his stomach and moaned and groaned, and all you could prescribe him was bedrest. Itâs not like you were going to waste medicineâmedicine that some people neededâon someone who ached because he didn't eat fucking breakfast.Â
The next patient was an older woman, here only for her biannual check up. You'd greeted her, said a sweet, âGood morning, madame,â but all she did was turn her snobby nose up at you and demand you not waste her time.
âMadame, you have a seriousââÂ
âI know, young man.â You had heaved a sigh, letting her boss you around for the length of her appointment before sending her off with the exact same specifications as last time: take vitamins, get ample rest, stop talking back to people just doing their jobs. (Though, that last one there was merely something you wished you had said.
Too bad the customerâin this case, patientâis always right, huh?)
But, by the end of the day, you wish, instead, that you had simply elderly after elderly; their disrespect pales to the absolute headache that the rest of your patients put behind your eyes, pounding at your skullâbam, bam, bam.
Wham bam-thank-you-ma'am, all throbbing incessantly behind your eyes and making you wanna hurlâexcept, god, youâre the fucking doctor, and whoâs there to take care of him when heâs a little under the weather? Youâve got your boyfriend, of courseâyour perfect boyfriend, light of your life, apple of your eye, yet heâs home, and youâre here, and youâre bloody exhausted.Â
âI need to go home,â you murmurâquiet, lest your own voice make you lose the last of your thin-threaded sanityâ, already stripping yourself of the itchy scrubs you wear during the long days.Â
âBut sirââ the nurse asks, meak, but her voice is still too loud, too shrill for right now.Â
You huff. âIâve worked for fourteen hours.â The tired gruff to your own voice makes you cringe. You can feel the way it tumbles from your chest, rattling you, your overly sensitive eyes and brain and head and fuckinâ everything, at this point. âRefer to the doc on duty, now.âÂ
The nurse nods, once. âHave a good night, doctor.â
You bid farewellâa kind apology with a promise to make it up to them, to bring them coffee, maybe, or some cookiesâ, and you take the slow walk home. The sky is dark and the fireflies are out, the gentle glow illuminating the path. With nothing but your own thoughts and the night to accompany you, you feel your headache gradually ease. It throbs, still; but each bump in your skull is gentler, now: itâs easier to ignore.Â
Although the porch light is too strongâthe lantern bright and attracting the nighttime bugs and mothsâ, the foyer of your home is dark. Your aching head is grateful for the reprieveâfor the silence that envelops you in totality the second the door clicks quietly shut behind youâ, but something other than tiredness pulls at your heartstrings: your sweet boyfriend, clad in only a shirt of yours, toeing into the entryway.Â
âHoney?â He wipes the sleep from his eyes, softly smiling at you. âHi.â
âGa-ming, honeyââ honey, because Ga-ming unabashedly stole the pet name from you, first, ââyou didnât have to stay up for me.âÂ
As if on cue, his jaw cracks open in a yawn: this, you do not need the lights on to see. Your heart aches with your head, knowing that he had stayed up just for you. âHoney,â you repeat, sliding off your jacket and stepping up to him. You take his waist in your hands, bunching up the shirt he stole from your closet.
âQuit with that,â he murmurs, tilting up his head for a soft kiss. You grant it; but when you go to pull back, to keep the kiss gentle and chaste, Ga-ming presses forward, darting that little tongue out to lick at the seam of your lips; his hips, too, come bumping against yours, pressing into your thigh, pant to skinâ
âGa-ming?â you repeat, breath leaving you in a low huff. âYouâreââ bare.Â
Utterly, wholly bare: an expanse of warm, slick skin against your clothed leg. ââm ready,â he mumbles while he takes to mouthing at your throat. His lips soothe you, somehow; itâs a reprieve, a stark contrast, to the pounding at your skull.Â
âReady?â you whisper, tilting your head back, letting your hands guide the steady roll of his hips onto your lap.Â
He nods. âReady for you,â he enunciates as he softly whines.Â
Ga-mingâyour Ga-mingâ, your boyfriend, your love and light of your life: right here in front of you, on you, all needy for you, offering himself to you, wholly ready for the taking.Â
âSo please,â he continues, his cock dragging heavy across the seam of your pant; âfuck me.â
âOh, honey,â you murmur; then again, an âoh, honey,â because youâre still half-dressed up in your clothesâthough theyâre only soft and bland, made to fit under the rough scrubs you had abandoned at the officeâ, and Ga-ming is naked save for the shirt draping across him, the low hemline covering the absolutely sinful way he grinds down. Itâs a dirty move, a down, down, down that gives his sensitive cock friction against your pelvis.Â
âPlease, please, âm ready, I saidââ his words abruptly drop off, a high cry in his throat that sends him to hide his overly-warm face in your neck. His skin burns against you, a feverish-hot that makes you chuckle, makes the throb in your head go away, just-so. âI said I-I was ready, so, please!â
You coo, quiet, bumping your hips up once. The jerking motion makes him cry out, but he manages to keep himself upright, right-side up but entirely unmoored on your cock. âGo on then, little lion. Take what you need, yeah?â
Whimpering a quiet, âY-yeah,â he begins riding you, slow, steadyâbut slightly off-balancedârolls of his hips that makes him whine, makes you groan low nâ deep in your chest. You let your hands rest on his hips, the fabric of his shirt falling over your wrists, and gently guide his motions. Once youâve helped him establish himself, he begins riding you harder, more desperate.
Silent tearsâthough, are they truly silent, loud as he is moaning out for you?âdribble down his cheeks, falling to his shirt and soaking the collar of it in salty evidence of his abject pleasure. His abdomen is tensing and relaxing and tensing and relaxing again, all in a rapid loop, in and out and in nâ out, and then thereâs a fucking bulge right below his navel when he sinks down hard nâ deep on your cock; and youâre sent over the edge at the sight, moaning through your teeth as you fill Ga-ming up with hot, sticky cum.
âOh, ohââ he cries, grinding down harsh to get all your cum in as deep as possible, deep ânuff to breed himâ âbred me, bred me so well, ohââ You groan at his desperate babbling as his thighs jerk around your hips, just before they give out on him entirely. He falls bodily into your chest, heaving through his own orgasm as weak mewls tumble from his prettily parted lips. Each sound is smeared into your throat while you laugh, light and breathless, jostling his overly-sensitized body and making him flinch.Â
âSorry, honey.â You kiss at his temple, and, the whole while, his small cunt is left to unconsciously milk your cock, left to assure that loud, insecure part of his brain that heâs wanted, that heâs bred all nice nâ full because he is loved. Youâre long done, now, but the undulations make your body warm, soft, safeâjust like Ga-ming is, comfy in your lap and wholly protected. âThank you.â
He shakes his head against you, nuzzling into your throat with a heavy sigh. âYou donât haveâhafta thank me,â he mumbles, a lick at your Adamâs apple to seal the deal. âI wanted ta.â
Tucking up the blankets around him, you grin. âThen can you warm my cock, lilâ dragon? Just for me?â You run your fingers lightly up his clothed spine, delighting in the shiver you can feel, one that runs the length of your cock as heâs snug on it. âSince earlier was all about you?â You raise the end of your sentence in a lilting tone, meant to tease, and Ga-ming huffs at you.Â
And, n further retaliation, he clenches around you; the soft squeezeâall wet nâ warm, smearing your own cum across the base of your cock and leaving the mess of both of yours to dribble down the minute space between your bodiesâforces you to calm your breathing, to take in the delicate scent of what is undeniably Ga-ming mixed with the smell of your own shirt, your own cologne.Â
You laugh, then. ââm sorry,â you say again amidst giggles, ones youâre careful you confine only to your upper chest lest the movement be too uncomfortable on both of your oversensitive groins.Â
He doesn't reply, snuggled up comfy on your lap and stuffed full of your cock nâ cum both. Instead, he only noses into your neck further before his breathing steadies, lulling you to sleep, too.
Itâs in your final moments of consciousness that you realize your head no longer hurts.Â
(You suppose you now have the evidence that, yes, an orgasm is sufficient enough a cure for headaches.)
Under Lyneyâs palm, a small floor lamp clicks silently on. The light is admittedly dim, but, to your sensitive eyes, the bulb is blinding. You cringe and cover your eyes; but it only serves to shield you slightly, because youâre still upright in the foyer, and your body is rather weak. âLyney,â you tiredly murmur, lifting your palm just enough to see the ground lest you trip.Â
You bump into him, laughing lightly, but his worried hands jump to your arm. âHeyââ
âIâm okay.â Youâre quick to calm him, placing your free hand on his in a tender gesture as you make way to the living room. âJust a headache, âs all. Ya shouldn't have stayed up fâr me.â Earlier, it hurt to even think; but here, with him, the pain is easy to ignore, in the face of his own self destruction.
He grumbles at you, though, says something you canât quite catch and drops his hands, pads over to the lamp to flick it off. The return of darkness is soothing.Â
He smiles at you, then; or, at least, you think he does. Itâs difficult to see in the dark, and you canât strain your eyes without hurting yourself. âI wanted to!â He takes three long strides before heâs standing in front of you, draping his arms across your shoulders. The position makes his (your) shirt ride up on his belly, andâ âI missed you, yâknow,â he murmurs, suddenly all soft nâ deep, looking up at you and bumping his forehead against your chin. âA lot, really.âÂ
âLynââÂ
He quickly silences you with a kiss. Against your lips, he pulls back, murmurs, âI missed your cock, especially.â
Laughing against him, you lean up âtil he can no longer reach you. He pouts at you when you reply, faux-snark, âonly my cock, huh?â Your bottom lip juts outâa mirror of Lyneyâs own, a magic trick of his you took for your own; itâs a devilish trick, one you play right alongside puppy-dog eyes you know heâs soft to. âHow cruel.âÂ
He huffs at you, pulling you down by the collar of your shirt to kiss the mirth off your lips. âI was tryinâ to be seductive,â he grumbles, knocking against your chin and beginning to push you backwards into the living room. âBut nevermind!â
You want to say, âHey, now:â disagree with him and keep on pouting and go, âhey, hey, hey,â all offended, but the backs of your knees come into contact with the edge of the sofa, and youâre well and sufficiently distracted from that idea.
âSit,â he gently commands youâmerely the illusion of choiceâ, giving you no choice in the matter with the way heâs pressing you down into the cushions. You go easily; you sigh in relief when the softness begins enveloping youâa pillowâs snug right in the middle of your back, and you briefly wonder if Lyney had planned this. He murmurs, âthere you go,â quiet nâ soft, and youâre taken by the way this man gives to you.Â
He wears his heart on his sleeve, truly; except, right now, the sleeve is yours (just like his heart belongs to you and yours to him in turn), and it's bare, and so is the expanse of his long, pale thighs, the hem of his boxers peeking out beneath the shirt. He stands in front of you, between your legs, makes sure youâre down and that youâre gonna stay down, but your eyes arenât really tired, not anymore, staring at Luneyâyour Lyneyâbefore he huffs and sits bodily onto you, straddling your lap with his knees sinking into the cushions on either side of you.
âLyney,â you murmur, reaching out to take hold of his thighs. The position makes the shirt rise up on his belly, exposing the soft, rippling muscles there; but, in the dark, all you can go by is what you feel against your own stomach, his bare skin pressed to your thin shirt. âI was kiddinâ, sweetheart.â
âI know you were,â he snaps at you, mean-like, but he brings his arms around your shoulders all sweetly and nuzzles into the side of your head. âBut I wasnât. IâI really did miss you; and your cock. If youâif you wanna, of course.âÂ
âOf course I want to, Lyn,â you mutter, tilting your head up to kiss beneath his chin. âIâm just a little tired.â
âA little?â He huffs, again, before sighing. âJustâlet me do the work, alright? Iâm already...â he pauses, tilts his head to the side, breathes in and out sharply.
You hum at him to go on.Â
ââm already prepped.â Oh.Â
âOh?â You grin, bringing your tired arm up to cup his cheek. He leans into your palm and his eyelashes flutter, brushing against your skin. âGo ahead then, sweet thing.â
And go ahead he does, smiling into you before he abruptly leans back ânuff to chuck off the shirt. You whine, say, âhey!â but there isnât any bite left on your tongue when Lyney starts tugging his boxers down, too. Heâs impatient, pulling at the seam and groaning curses at the fabricâas if itâs the damn boxersâ fault that heâs in a position that prevents him from taking them off.Â
He relents, tilting this way and that and finallyâafter painstaking minutes later, ones that, under no circumstance, should be arousing, but the anticipation, the wait: it all makes your dick chub up in your own pantsâLyneyâs left naked in your lap. The fabric hangs off his foot, and you reach down to tug it the rest of the way off for your sweet boyfriend as he busies himself unbuckling your own belt, loosening the tough leather enough for your pants to droop and enough for him to reach a hot hand into your briefs.Â
âEager, huh?â you tease, lifting your hipsâand, subsequently, himâto let him get your dick out of your pants. Neither of you bother pulling down your own pants, not after Lyney spent so long on his boxers alone. He doesnât dally. âMy sweet Lyney.â
He sighs, againâheâs rather dramatic tonight; but, then again, when isnât he? It wouldnât quite be your Lyney without some theatricsâ, spitting into his palm and lathering up your cock with it while he makes to straddle you more fully. âThought you were tired,â he grumbles, hovering his, indeed, wet nâ slicked up and entirely prepped cunt over your thick cockhead.
âMhm.â You set your hands on his plush thighs once he hooks the head of you into his loosened hole, groaning low and pleased in your throat while he softly whimpers at the barely-there stretch. He prepared himself well. âBut when youâre lookinâ so pretty for me, I canât help being wide awake. Wouldnât wanna miss this sight for the world.â
With your eyes now adjusted to the lightâand, oh, you consider how the throb of your head is a bygone memory nowâ, you can see the way his cheeks darken just-so, puffed up in exertion as his groin meets yours. Youâve got your cock stuffed up balls-deep in him, and he leans into you once heâs fully settled.Â
He moans, less out of outright pleasure and more out of total contentment, comfy and warm on your lap as your arms knead at his thighs. His arms squeeze around your shoulders, and he quietly asks, âGimme a minute.â
Nodding, you simply bask in the steady heat of him, letting him adjust and recognize that, yes, youâre home, now, and you hadnât really left him at all. âI missed you,â you murmur rather suddenly, your voice quiet but still stark in the silence of the night. âThought about you durinâ my shift.â
âYou did?â His voice is rough but wispy, a little out-there and entirely gone. Heâs slipping into that mindset he always does when heâs left to warm your cockâregardless of if it were by his volition or your ownâ, but he begins to subtly grind his hips against you, mewling at the hot sparks of rapture from his cock rubbing just right against you.Â
ââCourse I did,â you continue, moving your hands to his hips instead to help move him along. His arms tighten around you and he moans directly into your ear.
From then on, itâs quiet: quiet, that is, save from the obscene slick noises of the lube Lyney used to prep himself earlier with his own slick, your pre-cum mixing up and making a mess of thick liquid between both of your thighs. His moans are barely audible, these soft, gentle lilâ uh, uh, uhâs punched out of him with each tender grind down.Â
You think, even, that youâll both cum like this: quiet, nothing but the sounds of your connection and heavy breaths, moans, groans as you fall over the edge. But then Lyney starts bumping his groin against yours even harder, grinding down deep on your cock and rubbing against your full balls, and he starts babbling for you to âbreed me! Pleaseââ
âI-Iâll breed you,â you groan, leaning your head back into the sofa cushions and chasing your release, chasing the release you both want, the one he wants so desperately stuffed up deep inside him. âGonna fill you right up, just like you want, sweetheart.âÂ
He babbles moreâa mix of syllables and words, more pleas for you to breed himâuntil heâs silenced by his own high-pitched whine, cumming around you and slathering you in creamy-white. The steady clench and release of his cunt forces you to your own end, thick cum slowly leaking out from the edges of his cunt and your cock. (You can hardly tell whatâs your leaking cum and what is his own.)
âThank you,â he mumbles, already beginning to doze. âThânk you:â quieter, more muddled against your ear.
You grab the throw you have across the sofaâs armrest, rucking it up around the two of you; you cocoon Lyney safe in your arms and on your softened cock. Heâs nodded off, now, and he misses your words: âYou donât have to thank me,â you say anyway, even if he doesnât hear you, âI love you.â
The cumâll be sticky, later, when you wake up; but for now, itâs perfect. Itâs perfectly warm and entirely cozy, wholly snuggled up with the love of your life. Your headache, the stressors of the dayâtheyâre all forgotten in his presence.Â
Youâre so, so glad to love him.Â
âHi, puppy,â you coo. The sound of your own voice grates you, but you ignore it to sweetly smile at your beloved. He stands there, motionless for a moment right there at the threshold before the foyer, until he shakes his head with a barely-there laugh. âGorou?âÂ
He tilts his head to the sideâthis you can see, the silhouette of him in the moonlightâbefore he takes a tentative step forward.Â
Then another. And another. Another, another, another, âtill heâs standing in front of you and leans up to kiss your jaw. âHi,â he repeats, voice ruff (hah!) and hoarse, a little too much so. âMissed ya.â
You tilt your head back to let him mouth at you, and your hands subconsciously come to clutch at his hips, andâ âOh, Gorou,â you mumble, pleasantly aghast, because your hands come into contact with bare, slick skin. âPent up?â
With a quiet whimper, he tilts his hips forward, into you, pressing against the contact of your fingers on him. You slowly slide your one hand around, sneaking a large handful of his ass before you dip into his cleft, shuddering when your fingertip easily glides across his slicked, open cunt.Â
âI-I wanted you, so bad,â he starts to mumble, shy, tucking his head into the meat where your shoulder meets your neck. Without any prompting, you adjust your stance, pressing your knee into his cock and making him jerk forward with another whimper high in his throat. âOh!â
Slowly, his hips begin grindingâitâs a weak movement, testing, making sure you're really okay with this, right now. He moves unsure against you until you begin bumping your knee, letting his slick make a mess of your pant leg. âGo on,â you goad him on, soft, holding him snug against you. You can feel his cunt clench even through the fabric of your pants, a rapid rat-a-tat-tat against you that is oddly reminiscent of the headache you can feel begin to dissipate. âTake your pleasure, pup.â
He nods vehemently against you, beginning to hump as his tail swishes side to side, side to side, hypnotizing you just slightly. Itâs hard to parse it out in the dark, but the shadow of it is undeniable behind him. Each bounce of your leg makes Gorou whimper, and heâs quick to crane his neck up for a kiss to muffle himself. You grant his request easily, but only for a minute; after, you gently part from him to murmur, so quiet that only he could possibly hear, those big, soft ears of his twitching as he strains, âWhat else do you want, honey?âÂ
âWant you,â he whines, grinding harshly once, twice. âWant you inside me, want you to breed me.âÂ
You didnât expect that, but youâre a doctor, after all; itâs kinda in the job description to roll with the punches, so you do. âYou wanna get fucked full of pups?â you ask, teasing and light, but Gorouâs mouth parts as a loud whine crawls out of his chest.
âYes! Please.â Thick tears begin to drop from his eyes, saltwater dribbling onto the bare skin of your throat. âNow, nowâbreed me now,â he begs, and you coo at him, bringing your hands to curl into his hair, rubbing soothing circles into the base of one puppydog ear.Â
âPatience, pup.âÂ
And, because heâs Gorou, and Gorou is nothing but a good boy, he nods, rapid-quick movements of his head, and begins to slow on your thigh. Heat shimmers low in your belly as he steps back from you on shaky legs, a wet splotch across your leg from his cunt. You bring a hand down, meaning to scoop it up off your pant, but your finger brushes two distinctly different textures: his natural slick, and fuckinâ lube. âDid you prepare yourself for me?â
âY-yeah,â he mutters, tail tucking itself between his legs. You almost cringe at that, knowing heâs smearing himself into his own fur, but if he doesnât mind, then you wonât either; besides, itâs hard to truly care when your boyfriend is so bashful in front of you. âIâI missed you, ând wanted to be ready for you.â
The image of Gorou, ass up on the bed with four of his fingers stuffed up inside of himself flitters across your mind, makes your cock throb in your britches. Your erection was easy to ignore, earlier; but now itâs abject torture.Â
However, itâs not nearly as torturous as it was for your boyfriend, and you know this. You know he didnât cum, know his fingers are far too short to truly reach in deep and press against his g-spot, know his wrist canât comfortably bend to jerk himself off and finger himself at the same time. So you coo, soft, âSweet boy. Whereâs your toy?â
âCharging,â he mutters.Â
You grin at that: itâs perfect. âCan you go get it then, puppy?âÂ
With an audible swallow, he nods, rushing for your bedroom. You follow behind him, lethargic but so, so turned on; and while heâs grabbing the vibrator from the corner, you shuck off the rest of your clothes and plop yourself down on the edge of your bed.Â
He must not expect you to have followed him, however, because once he turns around, he jumps, ears flattening to his head in embarrassment. You only laugh and pat your lap. âCâmere.â
Quicklyâand toy in towâ, he shuffles over to you. He stands awkwardly in front of you for a moment before you murmur, âI said câmere,â and tug him to straddle your lap. The position immediately forces his cockâslick nâ thick, out of its hood and throbbing incessantlyâagainst yours, and he mewls helplessly for a moment, grinds once, twice again, before he grabs the lube to the side of you.Â
You hadnât even noticed it there, but now that heâs grabbed it, pointed it out, you feel other wet spots beneath you. He fuckinâ masturbated here, right on the duvet you both sleep under, thinkinâ about you and only you. Youâre taking out of your musings when he slathers up your cock in lube, messy and sloppy, and then heâs rising, positioning you, and sinking right on down.
âMm!â he cries out, swiveling his hips to take you in deeper, deeper, deeper. You groan at the lube-slick combination that smothers your cock in Gorou, Gorou, Gorou. âBreed me, breed me!â Each meak plea makes your cock pulse inside him, and he mewls at each throb inside him. âPlease!â
âI got you, pup,â you murmur, your edge so close you can taste it on the tip of your tongue. âJust make yourself feel good, and Iâll breed you, okay? Okay, puppy?â
âOkay, okayââÂ
You grin. âGood boy,â you say, and then heâs tumbling over the edge and bringing you right down with him. You groan into his throat, feeling the vibrations of his whimpers nâ whining moans as heâs getting thoroughly bred. Your hands ruck up his shirt to hold his sides and soothe him down from his high. âYou did so good for me, sweetheart. Bred you just like I promised I would, hm?â
He weakly nods. âThank you,â he mumbles, nosing at your throat.Â
And, well. Youâre bloody exhausted, and you promised to breed him, and he canât keep on being bred if you pull out. You tell yourself youâre only upholding your promise as Gorou falls asleep on your cock, breathing deep on your lap: tell yourself that itâs the lingering tiredness that suddenly seems to hit you in full-force that keeps him warm and snug on you.Â
Really, clean-up can wait.Â
i got a lil' carried away on lyney's part ,, o(*^ïŒ ^*)o also, none of these were really cowgirl 'cos reader was sitting up for it . . . i couldn't think of how to have him lay flat in these scenarios LOLL
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does anyone else wish u could regenerate but not change and not use up a regeneration. just like do a hard reboot
#i'm gonna call myself The Sufferer
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what is it even like to not be a time lord do you like get impaled by rebar at 45 years old and just die. couldn't be me
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i love this website because its the only place you can say you have interfered with the natural flow of time and you won't get investigated by the CIA
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who up lording they time
#no I donât need to add any extra tags thanks I trust my audience will find it
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I was skipping school hanging out in a clearing and some guy exited a portal from a CONFESSION DIAL đ and he was like âGo to the city. Find someone important. Tell them Iâm back. Tell them, they know what they did. And Iâm on my way. And if they ask you who I am, tell them âI came the long way roundââ đđđ what the hell
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if you have a fetish for people being born through bodily reproductive systems KEEP IT TO YOURSELF!!!! nobody needs to see that on their dash
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Who am I
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hellooo to you, iâd like a suguru pls, post premature death suguru meeting a âmonkeyâ that he falls in love with, hence he have another reflection.. maybe jujutsu sorcerersâ job is indeed to protect them..
CHANGE OF HEART.
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SUMMARY â Meeting you challenges the beliefs he thought he was so sure of. Unexpectedly falling in love with a 'monkey' causes Geto Suguru to have a change of heart.
WARNINGS â not proofread đ”âđ« angst, 1 smut scene, lmk if i have missed a warning thank u
SMUT WARNINGS â solo scene in the shower, Geto fantasizing about you (bj, creampies)
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A question that springs to Geto Suguruâs mind when he meets you is where have you been all my life? Because if he would have met you sooner, his beliefs wouldnât have solidified.
Youâre talking animatedly about your passions over a steaming beverage, sitting opposite this dark-haired man. His features are brooding and heâs rather unapproachable, or so he thinks â but you find gentleness and calmness in his face; the way his brows have a subtle, sad arch to them, the way the sharpness of his eyes contrasts beautifully to the softness of his cheeks. Heâs always loathed his beady eyes and babyish cheeks, so itâs a pleasant shock to hear you flippantly compliment them.
âWhy did you come to sit with me?â he asks curiously, fingertip caressing the rim of the ceramic coffee cup.
You think for a second, then speak your mind, âYou looked approachable.â
Such an unexpected response. Heâs intrigued. How could you possibly think he is approachable? Heâs sure that if youâd known what heâs done, youâd never say that â youâd never sit for coffee with him at this cafe.
âAm I?â he tilts his head at you in response, âThatâs a first. Lots of people in my life have told me that Iâm unapproachable. And they avoid me.â
âHow could anyone avoid you! Youâre very â well, sorry if this sounds too forward â but youâre very alluring.â
Suguru arches his brow. Another unexpected response. Youâre captivating him the more you speak.
âThank you.â He responds earnestly, cool soft voice wafting through your chest, âThough that is quite forward.â
He wonders if his subtle teasing tone gets through to you. Your coy smile tells him that it did. He seems very captivated now, his abyssal black eyes are absorbing your features like theyâre an artful masterpiece, like an Edo period piece of work that one canât stop looking at admiringly.
Just when he feels his intrigue and curiosity for you reach its peak, he recoils; he completely shells himself, as if he was ashamed to have let himself become to enraptured by one of them.
Thereâs a long silence, you donât notice that his opinion of you has shifted, you donât even notice the slight scowl tugging at the corners of his lips. Because he masks it well.
âI have to be somewhere.â He excuses vaguely â itâs not uncommon to hear that from someone, so you donât think much of it.
When talking with you for the past two hours, he seemed so appreciative that you sat with him and held good conversation, so you expected someone as direct as him to voice his thanks. A small thanks for having coffee with me, or a flippant thanks for sitting with me â nothing of the sort comes out of his mouth as he stands to leave.
You notice he only drank a sip of his black coffee this whole time. He must have been very captivated indeed, to not even enjoy his beverage.
It would have been easier to keep thoughts of you at bay had you not said goodbye to him as he left. Hearing your voice chime in his ear casts a spell over his mind.
He walks with his hands sunk deep in his pockets and heads to the subway station. Hesitant footsteps slow at the street where he said his last goodbye to his best friend just a few days ago. For a fleeting moment, Suguru is grateful for the resurgence of that tragic memory, because at least it drove you out of his mind.
But it is indeed just a fleeting moment, because once he descends into the subway station, his mind is refilled with thoughts of you. Your hair color. Your skin color. Your eye color. The clothes you wore. The scent lingering on them. The way you talked. How you spoke to him kindlier than anyone from the world outside Jujutsu High ever has. All heâs known before you is coldness and apprehensiveness.
He wonders, as he boards the train, if you would behave differently knowing that heâs a sorcerer. Knowing that he sees things as morbid as curses with his bare eyes. Knowing that heâs laid waste to a village of people. Knowing that heâs one of the strongest people in the world, and probably the strongest youâll ever meet in your lifetime â unless you happen to come across Gojo Satoru someday.
He could kill you with a flick of his wrist if he wanted to.
As the train doors shudder shut behind him and he holds onto the dangling handles, he mutters a small âdamn itâŠâ under his breath. Because behind those eyes are waning beliefs, ones he was so sure about before you came along.
Suguruâs still thinking about you when he boards off the train and returns home to his apartment at nightfall. The rustling of the key in the door stirs the attention of his two little girls, and once it swings open, they burst with excitement at his arrival.
âWe missed you!â they say almost in perfect harmony together.
âMissed you too, angels. Letâs get dinner cooking, hm? Mimiko, why do you have paint all over your cheeks? Ah â Nanako, no more painting for you. Yes, Iâm making the rules. Treat your sister nicely and you can paint again.â
Suguruâs mind is temporarily cleared of you â but only temporarily, while heâs scrambling for ingredients around the tiny kitchen and patiently listening to childish chitchat. âNo jumping in the kitchen â here, Iâll put you on the countertop â and uppp you go â stay there â Nanako, please donât eat raw butter, itâs not funny. Give it here. Will you help me please?â
Soon thereâs a simmering pot of food on the kotatsu table. Thereâs a storm coming, the girls cling to Suguruâs legs when heâs doing the dishes. âItâs just a thunderstorm coming, nothing to be afraid of, okay? Yes, Iâll read you to sleep. Nanako, please donât bite my leg, itâs not funny â Mimiko donât imitate your sister. Ah you twoâŠâ
He has the voice of a stressed-out father.
Droplets of soapy water drip off plates in the drying rack. Thunder rumbles outside the window. The wind swerving into the apartmentâs living room feels cold when Suguru emerges from the girlâs bedroom â he heaves a sigh of relief knowing that they ate well and fell asleep soundly.
And itâs so cold in that apartment now.
She would be the warmth in the room.
Itâs quiet, too.
Her voice would carry through this hallway like a serenade.
Suguru creeps into the shower, tripping on something the kids left laying around on his way to the bathroom.
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The drone of shower water fills his ears, he slowly peels off his sweater, giving a glance at the reflection of his physique in the body-length mirror. Heâs never looked at his body with so much thought before.
Would she caress my chest like this?
One foot enters the shower, another followers. The door shuts and the glass steams up.
Does her mouth feel as soft as the words that come out of it?
He lets out a low groan. Rivulets of water run down his body.
Sheâd feel better than my hand. Sheâd take care of me.
Suguruâs hands trace up his chest and neck, his mind imagining it as your hand â heâs mimicking his imagination, picturing how sensual and gentle your touch would be. Your fingers wouldnât be calloused like his, theyâre small.
He lets himself get completely lost in a fantasy of you and him standing together under the showerhead, bodies close and heating up together. Without realizing, heâs lathering up his body with soap with slow, sensual movements. His hand grazes over his cock, itâs standing up and jumping a little at the thought of your face. Before he knows it, heâs slowly pumping his cock and tilting his head off to the side in pleasure.
Pretty sultry eyes flutter shut and his tip twitches. He squeezes and releases, imagining how youâd tease around. Or maybe you were inexperienced â now that thought gets him excited, it leads his fantasy into another direction. If he could have one night with you, heâd show you exactly what he likes and how he wants you to pleasure him. Maybe one night would turn into multiple nights, or entire weekends spent with him.
He lets out a shaky breath and presses on palm flat against the showerâs tile wall, bowing his head, lips parted with gentle, breathy moans escaping them â but both the sounds of the rainstorm and the shower drown them out.
A murky idea of what you look like naked and wet in the shower is hot on his mind. He rolls his thumb over the tip of his cock, leaving a small trail of soapy bubbles. His shaftâs gotten all lathered up, the sound of squelching barely reaching his ears. It makes him think of how youâd sound when heâs pumping his cock inside of you.
Would you be able to take it all? He looks down at it and contemplates that. How tight would you be? Would he cum boyishly soon if he sunk inside your gummy walls? If he went faster like this, would you become a mess underneath him? Would you want him to cum inside?
Heâs a simple man when heâs so close to orgasming right there in his shower, the image of you taking his creampie makes him orgasm.
Thereâs a gentle rumble of thunder that covers up a loud moan that escapes his throat. Heâs never moaned like that before. And heâs never cum so hard before, either â usually itâs a few watery shots of cum, not thick white ropes like this.
Does he feel guilty when cleaning his cum up the shower wall? A little bit.
âDamn itâŠâ he mutters disappointedly.
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When he wraps a towel around his waist and looks into the mirror at his long hair, he wonders how you ever thought he looked approachable. If anything, he looked intimidating and cold.
That long shower fantasy of you only temporarily sates his mind. Letting his body fall into his bed with a soft thump, he sinks into the mattress. He rolled onto his side and started thinking of you again. This time, he replays everything that happened in those two hours at the café. He replays parts of the conversation like it was his favorite movie, until he fell asleep.
âYouâre very alluring.â He thought of those words you said to him.
A subtle smile tugged at his lips.
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Days pass. Suguru purposefully strides past the cafĂ© and takes a glimpse into the windows to check if youâre there. When youâre not, he frowns and keeps walking. When you are, his eyes light up ever so slightly and his feet seem to carry him over to you â even though his mind screams at him to stop. This is madness. Youâre supposed to be the very thing he hates, but he canât bring himself to.
Because youâre dreamy. Or at least thatâs the effect you have on him.
Each time he sees you at the café, he realizes more and more how weak and clumsy you are. Slowly, those traits become endearing to him. It irks him to feel this growing compulsion to protect you.
The tide of his mind completely turns over when he walks you home one day. A little curse had been clinging to your arm, cruelly giggling with its morbid little face.
How dare you? He eyes it out and watches you obliviously massage your arm, trying to alleviate the tension.
Suguru could have made two possible decisions; exorcise it or leave it. In other words, turn back on his beliefs or recede back into them completely, never to reemerge.
You massage your arm again, and at the moment you turn away from your apartmentâs door, Suguru engulfs you in a very random, very soft hug. Widening your eyes, youâre unsure how to reciprocate for a moment. You hear him swallow.
Oh, is he nervous to be hugging me? Does he have a boyish crush on me? Thatâs unexpected of a mature man like him.
Thatâs what youâre obliviously thinking.
Suguru stifles a sigh. Part of him wishes you never hugged him back. But he canât deny the rush he feels through his veins. Your warm, embrace is something he never knew he needed so badly until he got it.
That moment sets him on fire, he feels electric when he walks back home.
âDamn itâŠâ he mutters with a small smirk playing at his lips â one thatâs very similar to how he used to smirk with Satoru.
***
Months pass, and you start regularly visiting each otherâs apartments. Tokyo is cramped, the word spacious never crosses your mind when you walk into someone elseâs home. But Suguruâs apartment felt smaller than the others, because he had two balls of energy running around like chaotic demons. Lovably chaotic demons. Two twin girls, theyâre celebrating their fifth birthday and youâre in the kitchen with Suguru baking a cake for them. It was your idea. And though you had to practically drag Suguru by the arm to get him to bake a cake, he was very willing to help out.
Nanako keeps trying to spook you, and you pretend to die of a heart attack â it makes her giggle. Mimiko pretends to be a spider crawling up your back, you also pretend to be scared â and she responds with a cheeky âIâm not actually a spider, I fooled you!â
âGirls, please give Y/n and I some alone time.â Suguru tells them after they become a bit much. Adults can only deal with so much, some relaxation is eagerly sought after.
âIs Y/n gonna be our mommy?â Nanako asks before leaving the kitchen. Her and Mimiko both look at you two expectantly.
Suguru is completely caught off guard by this question, but you laugh.
âLet us be, Nanako.â He speaks without composure, so shaken up and embarrassed. When was the last time he blushed to boyishly?
The twins scamper out the kitchen and into their own little kidâs world, roaming the house as if it was full of secrets they had to discover.
âSorry, theyâre quite outspoken for their ages.â Suguru refuses to look at you anymore, his heart is thumping in his chest. What if you wanted to be their mom? Itâs a cute thought that occupies his mind as he talks to you.
âTheyâre the sweetest.â You sigh adoringly, âReally, the sweetest. It reminds me, had a friend once who ran a kindergarten, and I stood in for her one spring while she was on sick leave. There was this very sweet little boy who followed me around like a puppy. Working there for a little while made me realize how much I want to have kids and a family.â You talk while mixing ingredients into a bowl, stirring up the batter until itâs creamy and smooth.
Suguruâs listening attentively. Heâs watching your gentle movements interestedly. Were you gentler in his presence? He wonders what youâre like when youâre annoyed. When you wake up, how cute is your bleary-eyed face?
âYouâre good with kids.â Suguru compliments.
âThank you.â You smile a bit bashfully. âThough, now that I think about it, there was also this kid at that kindergarten that would try to bite me all the time. An absolute menace.â
Suguru lets out a laughing breath through his nose.
âYeah, Nanako has tried to bite Mimiko many times. The first time it happened, she screamed herself blue and I had absolutely no idea what to do.â Suguru spoke, âBy the way, dâyou need help â ? Mâkay, if you say so. Iâm right here. Anyways⊠she bit her so hard it left a bite mark.â
âOh yeah, I know what youâre talking about, alright. That sucker left a bite mark on my thigh â Iâve still got the scar.â You tell him.
Suguruâs mind lights up when you so flippantly mention your thigh. He canât help himself. Heâs starting to want more, his whole body craves proximity â thatâs why, while you put the cake in the oven, he discretely inches closer to where you stand. Arms crossed over his broad chest, hair up in a neat bun â he only realized just then how you have such a positive effect on him. He hadnât put such deep care into his appearance since beforeâŠ
âSuguru? Are you okay?â
âHuh? Yeah. Just thinking.â
âYou must have a lot to be thinking about. Your face looks so severe⊠I want to knead out the severity.â You tease.
He loves the way you speak. He loves the subtle playful teasing you do every now and then, it shows him that youâre getting comfortable around him like he is around you.
âSorry. Iâm just a brooding type.â He smirks at you, shifting his body so that he leans comfortably against the counter.
âWhat are you brooding on?â you ask him curiously.
It makes his heart lurch that you care, that youâre genuinely curious about whatâs going on behind those abyssal black eyes of his.
âI donât want to bring down the mood.â
âYou wonât bring down the mood. Whatâs on your mind? Iâm not the best at advice⊠in fact Iâm shit, but Iâm a good listener⊠so indulge me.â You encourage him, attempting to hop up on the kitchen countertop to sit comfortably.
His heart feels stabbed and twisted all of a sudden. But he smirks, sees you struggling to climb a countertop, and comes to help you. Big hands grab at the back of your thighs as he leans down, cheek brushing with your cheek for a moment, before he hoists you up himself.
âThank you.â You smile at him, veiling your nervousness.
His body feels hotter after he pulls away. But he acts coolly, resuming his nonchalant pose of leaning against the countertop with crossed arms.
âI fell out with an old friend.â He begins simply. Itâs laughable, saying that out loud â you have no idea of the severity, of the drama. âWe were like yin and yang.â He desperately tries to add a layer of depth to give you a better picture.
âDid something happen between the two of you?â you inquire.
Suguru thinks back on that day. âYeah. We had a disagreement. And⊠I think⊠Iâve finally started to regret walking away from him.â He admits.
That admittance unexpectedly makes his throat constrict and his eyes line with tears. He blinks them away quickly.
âWhy did you walk away?â you tilt your head.
I wonder what sheâd think if I told her every detail.
âWe have differing beliefs about⊠something. I canât describe it sensibly to you.â
You look at him interestedly. âBeliefs? Like about religion?â
âI guess kind of like thatâŠ? Not religion, but something as serious as that.â
âIf you regret walking away from him,â you begin, speaking your train of thought, âwhy donât you come back to him and tell him that? Or would that be a bad idea? I donât know⊠it just seems like you miss whoever this person is.â
You render him speechless and he looks at you like you just unravelled a secret part of him that no one had seen before.
âIâm sorry, I didnât mean to â â
âThank you. I needed to hear that. I think Iâll⊠uh, give him a call sometime and see him for coffee.â Suguru says decidedly.
Was he really going to do that? Before meeting you, he couldnât fathom facing Satoru again. It was a mortifying idea. He crushed his best friendâs spirit, how could he face him again?
âSounds good⊠you could meet him at the cafĂ© we go to.â You say.
Suguruâs half lost in thought and staring at the kitchen floor tiles. âYeah⊠hey, can I ask you a personal question?â
âAbsolutely.â
He chokes up a bit, darting his eyes around, as if searching carefully for his words. When he looks at you, he completely forgets what he was going to ask. His heart is beating like he was just about to confess to his high school sweetheart.
Suguru takes a deep inhale.
âI think the cake is burning.â
âOh shit!â
***
Satoru scoffs bitterly over his beverage.
âIâm serious, Satoru.â
A pair of striking blue eyes meet abyssal black ones.
âWhat changed your mind...?â Satoru comments in a softer tone after hearing his old friend call his name so tenderly.
âSomething good happened.â Suguru subtly smiles, the memory of meeting you in this same cafĂ© flashing across his mind.
A silence comes over them, and slowly the tension works out of their air, an understanding replacing it.
âMaybe we are supposed to protect them, after all⊠damn monkeys, look at âem so helpless.â Suguru chuckles, half-joking as he watches a baby start to cry in its mothers arms on the street outside.
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snoop the bells, cs55xreader
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pairing: carlos sainz x reader
summary: Sometimes marriage is the result you get by mixing two long term partners, devotion and a love for a Snoopy plushie.
format: social media au
a/n: some spanish translations at the end! hope you enjoy
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ynraces C&Y 25â â€ïžđȘ Ready to start a new journey with you, my beautiful boy and husband. Canât wait to see what life bring us from now on, I love you.
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user1 OMGGGG
user2 THE ROYAL WEDDING
carlossainzoficial Hermosos mis hijos
carlossainz55 Gracias papĂĄ â€ïž
ynraces đ„čâ€ïž
user4 wow this is beautiful I cant
user5 PAPA SAINZđ„čđ„č
lewishamilton Congratulations guys𫶠Wishing you the best
ynraces Thank you Lew! Thanks for coming too
user6 LEWIS WAS THERE? WHO ELSE??
carlossainz55 Te amođ
ynraces I love you too my bambi
charles_leclerc How do you even find a snoopy for this?
charles_leclerc Also congrats on the wedding
ynraces snoopy and WOODSTOCK
carlossainz55 She has a pinterest board for every snoopy situation
ynraces babe I got that ring and RAN to my romantic board
charles_leclerc Wow you have one for everytime you crash or lose the car?đ
ynraces yesđł its in between my âsnoopy charles getting FUCKED by ferrariâ board and my âsnoopy charles loses in his home gpâ board!!
landonorris DAMNNN
landonorris She ate you up đ«”đ«Łđ€Ł
ynraces I also have âsnoopy lando norris getting his first winâ but its empty
charles_leclerc HAHAHAHA
landonorris :(
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carlossainz55 My perfect wife, my perfect girl. La mujer mĂĄs guapa y especial que he podido conocer. I canât imagine what life would be without you by my side so I will make sure to do everything right so you can stay with me forever. â€ïž I will always cherish this day, thank you.
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user1 wow my parentsđ„șđ„ș
landonorris đ«¶đ«¶ Love you guys
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user2 ay the getting ready picđđ im crying
user3 they just love each other too much your honor!!
sebastianvettel So happy for you! Congratsđ
ynraces thanks seb youre the best i miss you come back thank you again
user4 I get it girl I miss seb toođ
fernandoalo_oficial Vamos chicosđȘ Felicidades
ynraces Mi puto padređȘđȘ
carlossainz55 Gracias!!
ynraces I know I want to stay with you forever, thank you for making me the happiest and luckiest girl! Sharing life with you is enough to keep me content, canât ask for more:)
carlossainz55 Wow I love you
user5 Im sorry I cried
user6 yn being this serious and romantic just killed me
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landonorris Mr & Mrs Sainz wedding was kinda fiređ„đ„đ„
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user1 FERNANDO?? GEORGE?
user2 ehmmm have you seen CHARLES?
user3 How much alcohol was ingested omg
ynraces too much and yet not enough!!
user3 omg!!! girl CONGRATS!! I LOVE YOUR HUSBAND AND YOUR BABYYY
ynraces thank you thank you my babys the best (sometimes the husband too)
user4 thank you landođ this is what i want to see
user5 Lando said f your wife, first pic is your father and us
landonorris I HAD TO PUT ME FIRST
carlossainz55 Thought this was jpg materialđ€
landonorris Naaa my besties deserve to be on the main
charles_leclerc Well it should be, because I donât remember that last photo
landonorris Oh those arenât even your worsts⊠Iâve seen things
ynraces Send them ASAP I want to remember some things
carlossainz55 Send the red bull one
scuderiaferrari Should we get worried?đ€
charles_leclerc đđ
ynraces LOLLLLLLL U ARE GETTING DEMOTED đč đ«”
charles_leclerc I wish the worst to that plushie of yours, I hope he gets lost
ynraces I pray you never win another GP in your life and you bring shame to every team you race for in the next ten years
ynraces Also his name is Baby Snoopy have some respect
carlossainz55 Ok thatâs enough babyđ
ynraces k bbygirlđđ©·
user6 âïžâïžThat escalated quickly
user7 nah they know damn well to not mess with the dog
user8 this is lovelyđ and the kiss⊠wishing them and baby Snoopy the best!
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translations: (in order of appearance)
Hermosos mis hijos: My beautiful kids.
La mujer mĂĄs guapa y especial que he podido conocer: The most special and beautiful woman that I have ever met.
Vamos chicos. Felicidades: Letâs go guys. Congratulations!
Mi puto padre: My fucking father (Direct translation of a Spanish joke! They call Alonso father in sign of respect lol)
a/n: A lot of people wanted more Snoopy! So here it is!!!! If you want to read more donât be shy and send me asks with requests! I will be working on them when Iâm not too busy with college stuff<3
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This request is really clichĂ© I'm sorry đ
Sukuna's friends made a bet to go hit on the reader and not soon after his arrogant ass starts to feel bad and of course reader would find out about the bed and angst this angst that
How would he solve the situation?
THANK U đ
Right babe, I love this shit, cliche's exist for a reason!
"i miss you, i'm sorry"Â
-> Sukuna x afab reader - Motocross AU, same world as "i knew the day i met you you'd be the one" (choso one shot).Â
-> CW: Sukuna is not a soft man, he never will be - BUT he's desperate for you. Yuji and Sukuna hate each other. Smut Warning [grinding, nipple sucking, hair pulling, rough sex not a lot of foreplay - quickie really] Â
-> WC: 2.4k
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A/N: okay I started writing this and spiralled. I thought I would have finished this the day you sent in the request, but seeing as I got carried away it took long lol. Thank you for the request I had a lot of fun writing this! That being said idk if its the best written, but regardless I still hope you like it!Â
Guilt was a passing emotion it always would be. Every emotion was passing. Especially for Sukuna, a month ago he'd felt terrible, then miserable, now he was at the end of his rope - desperate. this is the longest he felt something for someone. The strongest he's ever felt for someone.Â
Your face flashed in his head, crumbling as your eyes filled with tears.Â
"He's lying right?" You'd asked pointing at Yuuji. The motherfucker was standing to the left leaning against the door jam, his hands tucked into his pockets, an amused look passed over his features before he schooled them back into a sneer. Sukuna's hand itched to break the kid's nose again.Â
"No."Â
That was it. There wasn't anything else to explain, there still wasn't. But there was something to say, something he had to tell you.Â
The bet was fleeting. Everything is fleeting. Especially for me. But youâŠ.Â
You weren't answering your phone. You had him blocked, and he couldn't understand. why wasn't this fucking passing and fleeting, why was the hurt and pain still they're stuck in his damned chest.Â
Why were you standing with Yuji? Your hands crossed over your chest a painfully beautiful smile spread across your face as you laughed at something that Yuji said.Â
Sukuna was leaning on his bike, his racing gear on. The black polyester stuck to him after his race. He'd beat Choso today, he should have been on a high. He hadn't just beat Choso, he'd beat everyone. Come in first place. But the elation that he'd feel for a good hour or two with a win like this was absent. It was won out by the anger and despair in his chest at having you so close but not looking at him. Not talking to him. Not touching him.Â
Ditching his helmet on his bike, he decided he'd had enough of your silent treatment, he deserved it sure. But Sukuna never really cared about what he deserved, he cared about what he wanted. And what he wanted was you, your words, your anger, your tears, your smiles, your laughs, your skin on his, your mouth on his. You. Â
He ignored everyone as he neared the group, he ignored anything they said or tried to say. He shoved passed Yuji, letting the kid stumble back into Choso, who caught his brother by the shoulder and glared at Sukuna, but didn't say anything. It probably had to do with the girl under Choso's arm. Sukuna's sister.Â
None of that mattered right now though. Because Sukuna didn't fucking care. His eyes were geared on you and his hands already grabbing at your wrists. You tugged away and swore something, said something with an indigent tone. Sukuna didn't hear anything. He pulled you, holding your body close to his as he cut a path towards the towering building that hosted the plethora of shit that had to do with Motocross, including his dressing room.Â
He shoved you into the room, locking the door behind him before charging across to you where you pushed yourself into the wall.Â
"Sukuna," You started but he cut you off. Anything you had to say didn't matter. What mattered was that you understood that he was at his wits end with you, and that his emotions were bubbling over in a flurry of anger and lack of control and patience.Â
"No." He said, just before he pressed a harsh kiss onto your lips, his mouth moving against yours coaxing you to move with him, to open your mouth to him.Â
You gripped the front of his uniform and pushed him back.Â
"Fuck you." You swore, your eyes alight with anger of your own.Â
"You can," Sukuna replied and kissed you again. Again you pushed him back, this time shoving him harder forcing him to take a step back, you slipped out from his hold.Â
Sukuna quickly spun around and grabbed you again, his arm lopping your waist, stopping you from leaving.Â
"Listen to me." He tried again, his fingers circling into your top.Â
"You're not talking. Besides I doubt you have anything to say."Â
"It was a bet." He started and you snorted. Sukuna narrowed his eyes at your reaction, he expected it but it still bothered him. He turned his head into your hair and sought out your ear, quickly pulling the lobe into his mouth and nipping at the soft skin.Â
You gasped, turned around and shoved him off of you.Â
"It was a bet, but does it matter?" He asked, letting you take a step away from him. He didn't care to sound eloquent or soft. He just had to get it out. "Does it matter if by the end everything I said was true? I fucking meant it."Â
"Why on earth would I believe you?" You asked. He didn't look away from you, his fingers flexed at his side. Everything was telling him to grab you and kiss you again. But he didn't.Â
"Why would I lie now?" Sukuna asked.Â
"Why wouldn't you?" You retaliated and turned away from him to leave. Sukuna's heart pounded in his chest as you walked out the door. He took a second but quickly followed you into the hall. His hands grabbed at you again pulling you back to him and then straight towards the wall.Â
He crowded you, pushing his face towards yours so that his forehead was resting against yours. You scowled up at him, twisting to get out of his hold.Â
"How can I prove it?" He asked, his voice filled with desperation. "Tell me. I'll do anything."Â
"Nothing."Â You answered. He let out a large breath from his nose, a deep ache settling into his chest.Â
"You're being difficult." He said, trying to keep his voice calm.Â
You snorted, "fuck off Sukuna."Â
"No." He kissed you again, you didn't kiss him back, not immediately, but he pressed into you tighter. the ridges of his body cutting into yours. Your head tilted up cradled in his hands delicately. His lips were light against yours, moving slowly asking you to move with him. Slowly you did, your hands curled around his wrists as you let him kiss you. As you kissed him back.Â
He groaned against your mouth before pulling away from you.Â
"Just listen to me." He said. You looked up at him, your eyes still showing your hesitation. "Please." The word was a breath, a soft plea.Â
Sukuna never said please. You faltered, and let him pull you back into the dressing room. He let you go, and you walked over to the small couch and sat down. He closed the door and locked it before turning to you his hands tucked into his pockets to keep from reach out to you.Â
"It was a bet, but it didn't stay a bet. You hang out with Yuji and Choso that's what prompted the bet anyway. it was hard to get you on that first date. Remember?" He paused, and you kept your eyes on him. "But it wasn't a bet when I took you on the second date, or the third or the fourth. Or when I kissed you, or when we had sex. Anything after asking you to go on that first date wasn't a bet anymore. Not to me."Â
"Were you ever going to tell me?" You asked.Â
"No."Â
"Okay." You got up again to leave. Sukuna watched you and didn't move from his spot. "I listened. Goodbye Sukuna," and you walked out. He didn't stop you thisÂ
time.Â
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Sukuna watched you from across the room. You were talking to Megumi, your face burrowed in his phone as you giggled at whatever he showed you.Â
Sukuna was a couple of drinks in and the booze was burning in his blood. He'd said what he could and you'd still walked away. He was angry.Â
Angry that you walked away. Angry that Yuji told you. Angry he took the bet. Angry that you were laughing at something Megumi was saying, that your hand was holding his bicep.Â
Somewhere in his head Sukuna was sure he shouldn't do what he was about to do. But he was drunk. He finished what he had in his cup in two large gulps and headed across the room.Â
His hand gripped the nape of your neck as he came upon you. His eyes glared at Megumi as he pulled you into his chest.Â
"No goodbye." He muttered and began to drag you down the hall, corralling you with his body.Â
"Fuck Sukuna, you can't do this again." You argued. But he wasn't listening. He pushed you into a room and slammed the door with his foot keeping you in his hold. His free hand cradled your jaw and pulled your head towards his. His fingers dug into your cheeks as he lowered his head so that his nose was brushing yours.Â
"You listened. Thanks. I didn't. fuck your goodbye." He said and kissed you before pushing you down onto the bed. You gasped quickly rising onto your hands to sit up but he was already pushing down onto you, his body pressing you into the mattress, his hands returning to your hair, his lips back on your skin. Pulling at your jaw, your neck, your collarbone.Â
He sensed your anger but he didn't care. You were melting under him and maybe the weed you'd had earlier was helping that. He didn't care.Â
"I messed up. But I refuse to mess up more and let you go." He muttered into your skin. "You're mine. Even if you think you're not. You are."Â
You gasped again when he took your nipple into his mouth through your top. He moaned against you, his hips grinding into yours.Â
"Your nipples were taunting me across the room." He muttered around your peaked bud, "You know how much I love your tits and you wore this shirt that I got you. Am I supposed to believe that's just coincidental?" He knew it wasn't. He was asking to taunt you.Â
You ground your hips up into his finally rubbing back up into his hard-on. He groaned and the heat gathered in his spine he was consumed by you, his pull on your hair tilting your head up as he angled his hips to grind against yours.Â
You were panting already, your skin heated under his. His cock was twitching with every shaky breath you took. He watched your face. Before letting go of your hair and sitting up on his heels.Â
"Look at me." He prompted, and your eyes fluttered open, your heated gaze landed on him and for a second his heart stopped in his chest.Â
"Be angry at me, be pissed, hate me. But do not for one second think that you're not mine. That at the end of the day, you don't end up under me. That you can leave. You are mine. Do you understand?" He kept his voice low and smooth as he spoke. His hands moved on your bare torso, pushing your top up so that your breasts were bare to him.Â
"Wishful thinking." You muttered, the anger still in your words. "Just cause I'm letting myself do this with you today doesn't mean I forgive you. Or that I'm yours."Â
Sukuna smiled down at you, your hips still moving against his hard cock, your cunt rubbing at him through your clothes. Sukuna gripped a tit, rubbing at the nipple with his thumb making your body shudder under his hand.Â
"Oh babe, I think that's exactly what it means." He said and grabbed for your pants moving your legs up so that he could get them off, he took your panties with them. Once they were off he chucked them onto the floor, your legs fell open as he slotted himself between your thighs.Â
His thumb dragged through your folds, stopping at your clit and pressing onto it. Your mouth fell open and your eyes stayed glued to his. He leaned over and let his other hand caress your face his thumb trailing your lip before settling at the corner of your mouth.Â
"Fuck me." You breathed, taking his thumb into your mouth. Sukuna's chest flooded with heat as he watched your suck on his thumb. His hand left your heat and pushed at his pants taking his cock out and letting the cock head pass through your heated folds.Â
"Condom." You breathed. Sukuna bit back a scowl, you hadn't used one before but he wouldn't push it tonight. He pulled away from you sitting back again as he pulled a condom from his pocket and put it on.Â
He lined himself up with you again and slowly pushed in. Your loud moan vibrated around in his head forcing him to drop his head back as he sank into you. Grabbing your hips tightly as he did.Â
Both of you said nothing as he began to rock into you, his cock stretching you with each deep and slow drag, your hands scrambled in the sheets as he gradually picked up his pace his eyes watching your tits bounce as he went at you harder and harder, until your eyes were rolled back and your breathing was stuttered with moans and whines. His name falling from your lips mixed with curses and pleads for him to touch your clit because he wasn't letting you do it yourself.Â
He pulled out of you pulling you up into a sitting position before pulling you into his lap as he sat down against the head bored. You sank down on him again, your head rolling back as you moaned, Sukuna grabbed at your hair pulling your head back further. His mouth hot around your nipple as he pulled it back into his mouth. You rode him, grounding your hips with his pulling moans from him that meddled with yours.Â
He conceded when you begged for him to touch you, his fingers drawing slow circles on your clit. He was getting close, the oppressive heat pushing at his body driving him to fuck up into you harder. Bite at your skin more aggressively. Dig his fingers into your skin until his fingers cramped.Â
You came a second before him, your body writhing into his your hands gripping at his hair pulling. All this triggered his own release, he came in the condom with a groan. His hips still stuttered up into yours as he worked through his orgasm. You whined at the stimulation, your head resting against his, your soft moans pushing his orgasm out until he was spent and panting into your skin.Â
"You're coming back with me." He said softly leaving no room for you to argue. You closed your eyes and settled against him for a second, not able to argue anyway.Â
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~hxt1b, feb 19 2024
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i love ur fics sm, thank you for keeping this (somewhat inactive) fandom fed đđ©·
could i request a fic with johnny cage (my literal husband) where the reader is generally a shy/reserved person who prefers to stay home, but goes to all of johnnyâs events to support him. at one of his events, reader sees a woman getting too comfortable with johnny and she gets jealous and the reader becomes clingy/passive aggressive around the other woman, but when confronted/asked, she wonât admit that sheâs jealous. i know u mainly write for 18+ so if you want it to lead to smut, thatâs fine!
(sorry if its too long/specific feel free to ignore!)
âTHE CATWALKâ JOHNNY CAGE X FEM!READER
A/N : thank you! Hope you like this. Also for little bit on context, for the ending of armageddon, it was you that stopped Titan Shang Tsung.
WARNINGS : MINORS DONT INTERACT. Nothing major but mentions of Johnny being âhardâ and talk about sex
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After the events of armageddon, you had actually became best friends with none other than Johnny Cage. It was interesting to say the least since the two of you were polar opposites but hey, your friendship was good.
Johnny became a big hit director and his movie âMortal Kombatâ was out at the premiere. So, of course he invited you to be his plus one.
Now, you werenât very much of the party go-er. If anything youâd prefer to stay at home and lay in your bed for eternity but your best friend Johnny wouldnât let you become a couch potato.
Not only that but you felt like you had an obligation to him as his best friend to go with him to his biggest night yet. And so, you did.
In the movie, there was a character named âAthenaâ that was written based on you. Johnny said you were gonna love her but you were a little nervous.
You were getting ready at Johnnyâs mansion just because it was easier since he had a limo to take you to the big night.
You were in his guest bedroom, getting all dolled up. Your dress was a long dark green dress that reached to your feet. You were finishing up the last touches.
The door was already opened but Johnny walked up and gave it a knock anyway. âYou almost ready? The limo is-â He stopped his sentence when he had seen you. You were absolutely stunning to him. âWow.â
You looked back at him. Then you started to get worried with your appearance and you looked back at the mirror. âOh no. Does this not look good?â
âNo, no. You look hot.â
When you saw Johnny pulling out his phone, you immediately shook your head and tried to hide your face with your hands. âStop.â
Johnny ignored you and recorded you anyway. âCome on. The worldâs gotta know I got the hottest best friend in the world.â Johnny came up behind you and placed his hand on your lower back. You instinctively dropped your hands.
You sighed some before shoving him away. âAlright. You got your shot. Now, go away. Forever.â
âYou know you like me.â Johnny gave you a playful kiss on the cheek before he stopped recording. He started to walk out the room. âHurry up. You get ready like a girl.â
âMaybe because I am a girl. Crazy thought I know.â
Johnny knew youâd be nervous walking the red carpet with him so he made sure to keep you close at all times. He also always had his hand placed on your lower back.
Your nerves had died down just a little. Johnny made the experience all the more joyful with his humor. He made you laugh.
The truth was, you liked Johnny. A lot but youâd believe heâd never go with a girl like you. I mean heâs literally a hot shot movie director now.
It was time to watch the movie. You were excited to see it and how Johnny saw you. Again, the nerves came back.
Through out the movie, your double, Athena, was described to be a shy and reserved individual but a really good martial artist.
In real life, you were the mentor for Raiden, Kenshi, Kung Lao, and Johnny and helped them train for months.
You had laughed because you caught on that the character that was suppose to be playing âJohnnyâ was getting his ass kicked by your character. (As it had happened in real life.)
Johnny had made sure to watch your reactions to the movie and he smiled every time you laughed. It made him feel good that you liked it.
What you didnât expect was at the end of the movie. Your character, Athena had defeated the powerful sorcerer and stopped evil through out all realms. Your character was viewed as the hero.
You were shocked. Johnny viewed you out to be a hero?
When it was done, Johnny was mingling with the crowd just trying to ask questions about the movie and what not.
Thatâs when you saw him talking to a woman. At first, you didnât think anything of the conversation but then she gripped Johnnyâs arm and began to laughed.
Something inside of you did a double take. What made you even more mad? Johnny was laughing with her and accepting her touch.
You shouldnât be upset. You and Johnny werenât dating. Not even in the slightest.
Oh but it did. It did very much.
So much so you did something that was not in your shy nature.
You walked over to Johnny and the woman. Your arm snuck around Johnnyâs right arm. He looked to see it was you and smiled. âHey (Y/N)-â
He was cut off by you grabbing the back of his neck and bringing him down to your lips. Johnny stood there, a little shocked but made sure to snap himself out of it. He kissed you back.
The woman scoffed as you made out with each other right in front of her. The kiss was starting to turn so sloppy that you two were tongue kissing.
When you thought you made your point- you pulled away and turned to look back at her. âYouâre still here?â You questioned her, annoyed.
The woman waved you two off and walked away. Johnny was blinking his eyes. Completely confused. âNot that I didnât enjoy every minute of that but what in the actual fuck just happened?â
It was like you yourself had snapped out of it. You shook your head and tried to walk away. âI donât know but peace out-â
When you tried to walk away, Johnny grabbed your arm so you were forced to stand there. âOh no. Youâre not getting away that easy.â
You sighed a little, snatching your arm back. âIâm saving the world by one skank at a time. You should be thanking me. She probably had diseases.â
Johnny couldnât help but laugh. âIâve had my âskankâ shots. I think Iâd be alright.â
âOh so you wanted to go out with her?â
âWhat in the world are you going on about?â Johnny then now understood. He snickered a little, shaking his head at himself for not realizing sooner.
You gave him a look. âWhat? Whatâs so funny? Iâd like to know.â
He jabbed you in the shoulder playfully. âYou like me.â
You tried to act like the idea of you ever possibly liking Johnny Cage was the most disgusting idea ever to know. âWhat? Me? Like you? No way. Weâre friends.â
âUh huhâŠâ Johnny trailed off, smiling and not convinced.
You placed your hands on your hips at his tone. âIâm serious. I canât even see myself being with you in like any scenario.â
âRightâŠso just to be clear-you tongue kiss all your friends like that?â
You couldnât even defend yourself it felt like because in reality he was right. âNever in a million years. Like youâre so annoying.â
âYeah?â
âAnd a player and conceited and the worst person on the planet and-â
Johnny didnât let you finish your rant. He cupped the back of your neck and pulled you up to kiss him.
As much as your brain told you not you, your heart was doing cartwheels. You had to. You kissed him back and wrapped your arms around his neck.
Johnnyâs left hand went to your hip. He pulled you in closer so he closed the distance between you two. He licked your bottom lip and nibbled on it slightly, making you let out a moan.
He chuckled against the kiss and he pulled away. âSo you donât like me?â
âNo.â You said and then walked away from him, causing him to shake his head.
Back at home, you were back at Johnnyâs guest room. The plan was always for you to spend the night after the premiere but now it felt awkward.
You were in your PJs. You were making the bed but frustratingly so. You could not get the sheets to lay on equal sides.
A knock was at your door. The door was already opened and you looked to see Johnny there in his own PJs. They were cartoon PJs with pajama pants and a t-shirt. You shouldâve expected heâd wear something like that.
âYouâre a kick ass martial artist but donât know how to make a bed?â
You rolled your eyes playfully. âWe did not have these kinds of beds growing up thank you very much.â
Johnny snickered. âLet me help you.â He walked into the room and grabbed the sheet from you. He then started to lay it on the bed.
You felt anxiety creep in. You twiddled with your fingers. You couldnât look at him. âIâm sorry I interrupted you with that girl.â
âYou mean your sorry that you cockblocked me?â When Johnny saw your expression, he chuckled. âDonât worry about it. Kissing you was worth more than that anyways.â He said and started to put the second sheet on.
All the flirting Johnny ever did was now getting to you and you officially couldnât take it anymore. âWhy do you do that? Why do you always flirt with me?â
Johnny finished placing the sheet on the bed. He looked up to you and sighed. â(Y/N)-â
âAnd then the movie. Why did you write me like that? Why did you write me that I was the hero? Why do you do things like that?â
Johnny took a step towards you and grabbed your hand. âBecause thatâs how I see you. (Y/N), youâre the most badass girl I know.â
You took your hand away from him. âIâm not.â You turned so your back was facing him. âI have anxiety, I donât like to talk to people, I get nervous even by the slightest bit of social interaction. What about any of that is âbadassâ?â
Johnny rubbed on your back and shoulders to try and relieve the tension that was built up in you. âNothing you said has anything to do with being badass. Youâre amazing and you do deserve it.â
âWhy are you always so nice to me?â
âYou know why.â Johnny forced you to face him. He cupped your face and wiped away all of your frustrated tears. âYou know I like you, doll.â
You sniffled a little. Then brought your own hand to your face to wipe away the tears. Finally, you admit it. âI like you too.â You pushed him away slightly. âBut I donât think I can do this with you. Weâre both onâŠdifferent levels. You like to go fast all the time and Iâm always slow in the background.â
Johnny grabbed both your hands. He set you and himself down on the bed. âThen Iâll be in the background with you. Iâll go slow. Slow as a turtle.â You chuckled a little at his analogy. He lifted your chin up so you were facing him. âNothings gotta change.â
âReally?â
âYeah. Weâll still be best friends. Iâll still mess with you and youâll still eat all my food. The only difference is a title. Oh and also really great sex.â You swatted his arm a little at the last thing and he laughed. âCome on, (Y/N). One shot- thatâs all Iâm asking.â
You thought about it for a moment. You did really like Johnny. He was more than a best friend to you. He always made you feel good about yourself. And thatâs something you cherished about him.
âAlright. One shot.â
âYou wonât regret it, babeâŠprobably.â You shook your head at him. The two of you stared in each otherâs eyes. Then flickered to your guyâs lips. âIs it okay if I kiss you? Remember Iâm moving as slow as a turtle for you.â
You laughed slightly. Instead of answering him, you kissed him. Johnny kissed back, placing his hand at the back of your neck.
The kiss was passionate. Like you two were starving for each other. Of course, Johnny was the best kisser youâd ever had but you would never admit that to him. It would only inflate his ego more.
The kiss started to get heated. Your hand felt up on his chest and your lips went to his neck to kiss on it.
Johnny moaned at the kisses on his neck before snapping himself out of it. He pulled away and stood up from the bed. âNope.â You looked at him offended. âPromised you slow and thatâs what youâre gonna get.â
Wow, he was actually taking this slow thing seriously. âWell, can I sleep in the same bed as you or is that going too fast for you, Cage?â
âNah. Thatâs perfect speed.â Johnny helped you stand up from the bed. âJust donât do no funny business because Iâm already hard-â
You didnât believe him but you looked down and he was in fact, hard. You gasped out in surprise and slapped his chest. âJohnny!â
âWhat? Youâre the one making out with me and giving me neck kisses.â
You shook your head slightly and went with him to his bedroom. Guess you and Johnny were gonna try this out.
âDid I ever tell you how amazing your ass looked in those shorts?â
âShut up, Johnny.â
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