#anon tag 🍸

[fred-lasgayass]

skibidi toilet!

[teenyweenyeenymeeny]

hey I've never done an ask before but like could u do like wallace comforting regressed toddler scott cause I rlly kinda need the comfort rn n I luv ur art smm ur so skilled and especially the young neil art mwah *kisses forhead lovingly* (btw not forcing or anything do whateveru want 😭😭)

hello lovely I’m sorry I made you wait so long for messy sketches 🥺 thank you thank you and I hope you found comfort when you need it and feel at least a Bit better now

[egtotaldramatakes]

MY HCS FOR REBOOT CAST PARENTS!!! in like an au where more time has passed

mk - duncan and sadie

julia - blainley and ??

emma - bridgette and geoff

axel - shawn and dave

ripper - noah and owen

priya - Noah's SISTER (yes i think priya ang ripper should be cousins)

caleb - cody and alejandro

bowie - b and dawn

damien - dj and duncan

raj - katie and ellody

wayne - lindsay and tyler

nichelle - leshawna and gwen

millie - jen and emma

might have forgot ppl idk 😓😓

-🍸non

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[spanishyumejoshi]

idk why but i just imagine you and brian in that kevin hart meme with you pointing at quagmire, it made me laugh but also protect ya boo : 3

Jsjsjsjs me protecting him

[afterglowsainz]

hoax | charles leclerc, alexandra saint mleux

pairing: charles leclerc x reader x alexandra saint mleux

summary: your relationship with charles and alexandra is affected when they want you to move to monaco with them but you just can’t leave new york

fc: gianna caldera

request: here

a/n: so similar to we used to have more i have this fic called the prophecy and i’ve been thinking about expanding on that plot idea for a while and then i got the request above and it all just kind of fell into place in my head so i hope you enjoy this mix of my original idea plus the anon request!

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yourusername my lovely nyc 🩷

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username the topppp 😮‍💨

username everything she wears istg i’m omw to buy it

username most stylish wag (and alex ofc)

username i love the city girls vibes

username belongs in a museum

charles_leclerc pretty girl 😍

yourusername 😚

username y/n in the paddock again whennnn

username fr i need MORE of her paddock outfits

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alexandrasaintmleux when in monaco 🍷

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username oh she came to serve

username the chanel earrings iconicccc

username how can you not say mother

username alex or the most gorgeous woman???

yourusername miss youuuu🥹 ly

alexandrasaintmleux my loveeee🫶🏽 we miss you too

username y/n and charles won frrrr

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yourusername nights out🍸

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username i love her but i wish she was at the race :(

username no honestly her boyfriend races in her country three times a year and she can’t even attend ONE race?

username not a good look tbh

username theee nyc girlie

username no one new yorks the way y/n new yorks

username my daily inspo posted 🥰

username bestie take a plane to texas rn i’m begging!!

username serving face while eating pasta is the dream

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charles_leclerc an evening in cota ❤️

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username CONGRATS CHARLES 🥳🥳

username such a lovely drive 🥹 completely deserved!

username YESSSS A WIN IN COTA

username so happy for him! wished his gf was there

username alex was literally right there?

username girl you know we’re talking about y/n

username fr her boyfriend wins and she can’t even show up 🙄

scuderiaferrari il predestinato 🫶🏽

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yourusername favourite place on earth 💚

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username ahhh parents are finally together 🥹🫶🏽

username so stylishhh

username the most fashion throuple

username you dropped this bestie 👑

username this DIVA 💜

username omg did she move to monaco? 🥺

username girl i HOPE

username nooo my nyc girlie dream 😭😭

username on the bright side, she would finally be closer to charles and alex 🥰

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alexandrasaintmleux i might just stay here🌴🌺

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username the prettiest

username i love when hot people date each other

username the complete sideline of charles 😭😭

username he is NOT the face of the relationship

username but can we talk about y/n finally going to a grand prix 🥹

username MOTHERS🫶🏽

charles_leclerc mon dieu 😩

alexandrasaintmleux 😚

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f1gossip ferrari wag y/n y/l/n has unfollowed and deleted all her pictures with couple charles leclerc and alexandra saint mleux leading to the rumor of a breakup. charles and alexandra have not unfollowed her back neither have they deleted posts with her from their social media.

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username don’t even joke lad

username i refuse to accept this misinformation. (it’s true i just checked😩)

username absolutely not

username wtf happened they were just together in mexico 😭

username i’m not recovering from this anytime soon

username i’m going to pretend i didn’t see this and go on with my day

username jail time f1gossip this news had to be delivered to me a lot more nicely

f1gossip sorry we didn’t hold your hands when we said this 😔

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yourusername favorite place on earth🩷

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username mother came back 😭

username divorced this time

username not her saying this about charles and alex a few months ago 😭😭

username she is INSANE why would she use the same caption 😩

username so she didn’t even moved to monaco huh

username arthur liking this lol

username unrelated but i’m obsessed with all the winter outfits

username she ate with those

username i am not handling the breakup well and i’m not even her

username you will be missed in the paddock pookie 😔

[ssprayberrythings]

our little secret | CL16

charles x female!reader / smau fic 

this was a request so thank you anon for providing the idea, i changed some of the detailing ever slightly to fit it more into the social media format but overall i followed the request so i hope i did it justice! 

as a bit of a background: you and charles have been together for a few years now, but nobody knows because they’ve kept their relationship secret from the f1 community and private from anyone who follows you. everything is going great until photos of you and charles on vacation get leaked. normally you’d deny it or ignore it but it was very obviously charles in the pictures which cause fans to go crazy, wanting to know everything ultimately resulting in you and charles deciding to go public and hoping for the best. oh and the request included having other drivers on the grid having gone through recent breakups which was another reason charles liked that your relationship was private. 

warnings: none, just pure fluff and charles being a simp for his girlfriend !! 

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life recently ⭐️🫶🌸

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user1: y/n i still cant believe we haven’t figured out who your partner is, its been atleast a couple years 

user2: at this point, i don’t even care who it is, as long as she’s happy 

yoursister: awe the flowers, he’s the sweetest 

╰ yourusername: i know ! 

user22: one day we’ll find out…i hope 

╰ user17: we can only hope 

yourbestfriend: i love that youre happy but i don’t enjoy third wheeling, does he have any single friends he can atleast bring along 🥲

╰ yourusername: sorry..pretty sure all his close friends are in relationships 🫣

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who do i give these flowers too 

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fanofleclerc: YOU CAN GIVE THEM TO ME 

f1fan: ILL TAKE THEM OFF YOUR HANDS CHARLES 

user30: how is this man single ???? he’s so boyfriendcoded 

landonorris: i’d prefer literally anything else but i guess you can give them to me 

╰ charles_leclerc: ill pass 

f1: we’ll take them for you charles, im sure someone in the paddock would like them 

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caption: he loves me i swear..😉

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enjoying the sun whenever i can 

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fanofcharles: hes so beautiful wow 

charlesleclercfan_: imagine running into charles leclerc while he’s shirtless? id pass away

pierregasly: photo creds would be nice..

╰ charles_leclerc: you didn’t take the photo ? 

╰ pierregasly: yes but i was behind the camera offering support, its basically the same thing 

f1fan: pierre and charles’ friendship is top tier

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me and everyone’s favourite man hit the town 🍸

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yourbestfriend: its giving old money, i love it 

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user20: im sure whoever he is, is a gorgeous man 

user12: i may not know who he is but i aspire for these vibes 

yoursister: the hand placement is everything 

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user44: whoever he is, he was raised right, that hand placement says everything and him holding y/n’s heels, god has favourites 

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hikes at sunset > 

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charlesleclercfan_: omg charles 

charlesleclercfan_: i think my heart just stopped 

f1fan: he knows what he’s doing, he has to 

user33: brb finding the strength cause this photo makes me weak 

user2: he looks so happy 

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my two favourite people 🫶

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user2: mystery man once again

user14: the way they go on runs together 

yourbestfriend: the only time i’ll gladly be a third wheel..i love a good walk/run at sunset 

╰ yourusername: i know how much you love your sunset runs 

user12: couples that run together, stay together 

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caption: my whole 🌎 

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caption: i once again find myself third wheeling..@yourusername

╰ yourusername: atleast you could walk away when you wanted..

╰ yourbestfriend: not the point..but tell charles thank you for paying for me aswell

╰ yourusername: will do 😅

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caption: enjoying some local art before racing starts again  

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gonna miss watching the sunrise in the morning and the sunset in the evening with you 🥺

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user3: wait where is he going 

user23: awe, i hope everything’s okay and they haven’t broken up

╰ user4: i think mystery man has to leave, but they’re still together 

yourbestfriend: mom and dad..fr 

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user44: wherever mystery man has to go, i hope he comes back soon 

“Merci mon amour” You smiled as he situated himself next to you in bed. Having been dating now for almost 3 years, you had picked up on french terms and were able to have small conversations only speaking French with Charles 

“I posted you on instagram” you told him as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders pulling you closer into him but being careful not to spill the drink in your hands 

“Oh what did you post? My phones charging” he explained as you unlocked your phone and showed him the post you made for him “You’re now being referred to as mystery man” you chuckled. 

Out of all the names people had given him throughout the years, this was definitely your favourite. Charles also chuckled when he heard the name that was given to him 

“Can I ask you something?” Charles asked after a few seconds of comfortable silence passed between the two of you 

“Of course, what’s up?” you asked after taking a small sip of your tea “Do you ever think about going public with our relationship?” He followed up 

You turned to face him fully “Of course, mon amour but we both agreed it was better this way” You reiterated the promise you made early on in your relationship 

“I know but I hate that I cant comment on your posts or even post you myself” he sighed “I want to keep you safe but I also want the whole world to know you’re mine and I’m yours” he finished. 

“I know it’s not fair” you exclaimed while running your fingers through his hair, something you did for him when he was stressed or feeling anxious “I love you all the time though regardless if you post me or not you know that. Right?” You asked him 

“Of course I do” he told you in response closing his eyes feeling relaxed “One day we’ll go public. Im making you that promise” he told you opening his eyes again 

You smiled at him “Sounds like a beautiful promise” you responded, leaning in to kiss his cheek “As much as I would love to spend the rest of the night talking with you, you have to be at the airport early tomorrow” you reminded him as you stopped playing with his hair, to turn and put your mug on the bedside table next to your side of the bed, Charles putting his own mug on the table next to his side 

“Im gonna miss you” he told you when you were both situated in bed, the only source of light coming from the evening sky outside “Not as much as I’m gonna miss you” you told him, snuggling into his side while his arm pulled you closer to him. 

Even if you had been dating for awhile, the start of the race season was always a struggle, neither of you wanting to be apart for long periods of time but it was moments like these that you held close and savoured until the next time you could be this close again. 

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╰ charles_leclerc: babe i miss you already and its only been a few days 

╰ yourusername: i know but soon you’ll be busy with media events, qualifying, racing and the time will go by quicker, i promise my love 

╰ charles_leclerc: facetime tonight so i can see your beautiful face ? 

╰ yourusername: of course ❤️ 

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caption: now whose third wheeling..😠 @yourbestfriend 

╰ yourbestfriend: oh hush up, this was only one time compared to how many times i third wheeled you and driver boy 

╰ yourusername: okay fair point…also driver boy? wait till i tell charles that one 😂

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╰ charles_leclerc: omg since when did y/bf/n get a boyfriend? i want all the details 

╰ yourusername: i’ll tell you everything on our facetime call, its a pretty cute story of how they met 

╰ charles_leclerc: okay but not as cute as when we met? right? 

╰ yourusername: oh never, we have the ultimate cutest first meet story 🤭

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feels good to be back 🏎️ 

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scuderiaferrari: looking forward to a great season ! 

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f1fan: HE LOOKS SO WELL RESTED AND HAPPY, FERRARI YOU BETTER DO CHARLES JUSTICE THIS SEASON 

f1: as if we weren’t already excited for the new season !!

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charlesleclercfan_: IM SO EXCITED 

charlesleclercupdates: THIS IS HIS SEASON, I CAN ALREADY FEEL IT 

Charles was standing with the other drivers, whenever the new season started they always had to do a bunch of media and although some drivers may hate how childish some of the antics were, overall it’s always a nice time getting to be in the same place as everyone and not be competing for once. 

Charles turned to George and Pierre who were in conversation with Carlos and Lando. Somehow they had gotten on the topics of relationships, Lando having told everyone that the girl he was seeing at the end of the previous season before the break, wasn’t in the picture anymore. 

“Aw mate I’m sorry” Charles told him “Its okay, we weren’t anything serious” Lando told him, seeming to be completely fine with the outcome. “Carlos how are you and your lady?” Lando asked Carlos taking the attention off of him 

“Ehh, its alright” Charles’ teammate answered the question directed at him “We barely talk and now with racing starting, I don’t see her sticking around much longer” he explained his current situation. 

To Charles it seemed as though everyone who had been relationships or atleast talking to someone, now had no one which made him a feel a bit guilty as he had been in a 2 year long relationship that none of them knew of. 

Later in the day, the guilt in Charles stomach only grew when he somehow found out 3 more drivers on the grids long term relationships had ended. He was feeling unnerved because it seemed as if there was some sort of relationship ruiner going through the paddock and he didn’t want to be the next victim. 

That night, he called you up, for a moment forgetting about the time change but remembering its only a small change. You answered after a few rings, you had your painting scrubs on indicating you had been working on a new piece of art 

“Hi mon amour” you exclaimed happy to see your boyfriend “I was just in the middle of painting, let me just take my scrubs off so I can move to the couch” You explained, Charles nodded his head acknowledging you

“Okay tell me how everything went today, I want to hear it all” you started talking again once you were situated on your couch. Charles started telling you about his day making sure to include what he learned about his fellow racers, which only caused you both to feel content keeping your relationship to yourselves. 

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user11: OH MY 

f1fan: CHARLES MY DUDE WHAT IS THIS 

f1updates: does anyone have any idea on who she is 

╰ user15: no clue 

user3: she’s pretty from what ive seen 

user22: i need to know everything 

ferrarifan: what i would give to have been a fly on the wall when charles found out these got leaked 

Charles was resting in his drivers room. He was trying to mediate which meant he had his phone silenced. This was something you started doing with him when he would get in his head about racing and it helped him regain his focus especially during the moments when he was to hard on himself.

He had been in here for probably 30 minutes before there was a rapid knock on the door “Charles, its Carlos can I come in?” his teammate asked from the other side 

“Yeah” Charles answered. Carlos opened the door and stepped into the room “Have you been on instagram?” Carlos asked holding his phone in his hand 

“No why?” Charles was confused, what was so important on there that had Carlos wondering of his activity on the app “You should see this” Carlos told him while passing him his opened phone. 

When Charles looked down and saw what he saw, he felt his heart stop. There you and him were on his boat, last summer. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He scrolled through his tagged and it was flooded with the same pictures posted by various accounts 

“This isn’t good” he mumbled to himself as he passed Carlos his phone back so he could pick up his own phone. He went to go text you immediately when he remembered you had told him, you and your best friend were going camping for a few days which meant you wouldn’t have reception until you got back home. 

He opted to still text you something rather than nothing, that way you would see his message once you turned your phone back on and would give him a call. 

“Can I ask who she is?” Carlos asked after a few moments of silence “Shes my girlfriend. We’ve been together now for almost 3 years” Charles answered his friends question, figuring the secret was out now and there was no point in lying. 

“Oh wow, you’ve kept this going for that long and its just now coming to light. Thats impressive” Carlos told him 

“Yeah we decided early on to keep it between us” Charles sighed “We were planning on going public eventually but I guess the public beat us to it” 

Carlos just gave his teammate a sympathetic nod, there wasn’t anything he could say in the moment but he could still be there for his friend. 

A few days after this, when you were on the drive back to your place, you turned your phone back on, having a few texts from Charles. One that stood out, read ‘Babe give me a call when you can. I have to talk to you about something’ the text from Charles read. 

You weren’t sure what this could be about so you didn’t wait to dial his number once you were in the comfort of your apartment. After a few rings, Charles answered, asking you how camping was and catching up before moving on to talk about what happened while you were offline. 

That night you and Charles had a long conversation on what you both wanted to do in this situation and after some back and forth, finally came to a decision regarding your relationship that you both hoped you wouldn’t regret down the line. 

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╰ yourbestfriend: happy anniversary to you two:)

charles_leclerc posted on their story  

caption: when she makes you breakfast 😍

╰ maxverstappen1: WAIT ‘SHE’ ?? 

╰ carlossainz55: AW

╰ landonorris: soft launch? 

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i guess after 3 years, my mystery man isn’t a mystery anymore. 

happy 3 years mon amour 😘 

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charles_leclerc: i love our love 

charles_leclerc: 3 years into it, a lifetime to go 

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yourbestfriend: so happy for you both 🥹

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pierregasly: oh wait this is actually cute 

╰ landonorris: agreed !!!!

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hard launching because i’ve wanted to post my girl since i met her 

joyeux anniversaire, ma chérie 💌 

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yourusername: i love you 

yourusername: falling asleep on you > falling asleep on the bed 

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f1: we’re happy for you:)

maxverstappen1: 3 YEARS? WOW 

maxverstappen1: happy for you dude 

carlossainz55: bring her to the races so we can all meet her !! 

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i hope you enjoyed this one. im trying to get more into including actual pieces of writing so hopefully for this one, everything made sense. as always feel free to leave any comments or you can make your own request, up to you! ♥️

[madamspellmans-met-tet]

🍸 (You Don’t) Own Me 🍸

Avis Amberg x fem!Reader

tags: Light Dom/sub, Impact Play, Riding Crops, Extramarital Affairs, sugar mommy vibes, Cun!ilingus, Vag!nal F!ngering, Aftercare, Mommy K!nk (light), Praise K!nk, Teasing, Org@sm Denial

wc: ~ 6.2 k

summary: For a few weeks, Mrs Avis Amberg has been taking girls to Dreamland—but the girl was never you. This time will be different, you decide.

A/N: this was a request and very fun to write (yet also a lot of work). hope you like it, anon <3

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You hunched over the gas station's bill in the cold, run-down office when the black Cadillac pulled up. The one you waited for every single day, hoping the lady with the fancy hats atop her red pin curls would pick you instead of Margaret one of these days. The chances weren't that slim since she and you were the only women here who also took care of other women—and still, it had yet to happen.

At first, Mrs. Amberg had only occupied herself with the boys. One of them, Jack Costello, she had toyed with for quite a while. It was noteworthy, though, that he had been her last boy. After him, she'd only ever taken Margaret—and you suspected that the sole reason for it was that hers had been the first name Ernie had mumbled to her.

By all means, Margaret and you should be friends, considering your husbands' mutual affiliation, but you didn't. You hated the beast. But everybody assumed the two of you must be bedding each other since you both had a preference for the fairer sex. It didn't work like that, but it wasn't like you could lecture anyone in this day and age. You were glad if they didn't spit at you if anyone happened to find out.

William allowed you to work, and he didn't care what you worked as. He knew that you were more than a secretary at the gas station, considering you earned better than he did at times, but he was content with his own life and bank account, whereas you had to stash your cash under the mattress, together with a revolver you carried in your purse wherever you went.

Abandoning your paperwork, you made for the front with quick steps, parading your curves in front of Mrs. Amberg as you approached Ernie, pretending you had something to discuss with him.

"Get Margaret, girl, will you? You know Mrs. Amberg likes her."

You bit back your displeasure and nodded. "I will fetch her right away."

As you'd spoken, Mrs. Amberg, impatient as ever, had taken out a cigarette and lighter and was just about to click it when you swiftly snatched the golden lighter from her hands.

"You'll blow up the gas station if you smoke here," you said, winking as you twirled and left with one of her possessions. She didn't even have time to protest or yell after you, so quick you had disappeared back into the building.

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let me know what you think in the comments here or on ao3 <3

[motherismotheringggg]

nicholas chavez fic where he’s with plus size reader and he likes to see her jiggle during sex👁️👁️

made to worship 🥀

summary: this and one another anon request — LOVED THIS!!!

type: plus sized female reader x nicholas chavez

tags: established relationship, body worshipping, oral (m! and f! receiving), p in v sex, swallowing

author’s note: it’s the way i wanted to start writing for more specific readers/reader traits and the literal say i had this idea i got this request — INSANITY!!! but im so happy with this and i hope yall like it!!!

word count: 4909

taglist: @emluvsuxo , @blackynsupremacy , @hoffmansgirl , @godzillawillsaveus , @purple-1995 , @ilovecheetahchrome , @nicholaschavezslut69

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The evening sky outside your high-rise apartment glowed with hues of pink and orange, the city skyline twinkling like scattered jewels. Inside, your space was bathed in the warm, ambient glow of your carefully curated mood lighting.

Fairy lights danced along the edges of your large windows, their soft light complementing the flicker of vanilla-scented candles scattered across the room. The atmosphere felt magical, almost like you were preparing for a scene in one of Nicholas’s movies—but tonight, the star was you.

Your "HOTTIES GETTING READY 🍸💗" playlist blasted through your Alexa speaker, Sabrina Carpenter’s upbeat lyrics urging you to sway your hips as you moved. The giddy excitement bubbling in your chest spilled into every movement: the way you twirled in front of the mirror, the occasional shimmy as you reached for another makeup brush, and the soft giggles that escaped your lips whenever you caught your reflection.

Your vanity table, a beloved thrift find, was adorned with an explosion of beauty products. Palettes, brushes, and compacts were arranged like tools in an artist’s studio, each chosen carefully to create the masterpiece that was you tonight.

Seated at the vanity, you leaned in close to the mirror, your curls bouncing lightly with the motion. You added the finishing touches to your makeup: a delicate shimmer highlighting your cheekbones, a precise wing of eyeliner that drew attention to your sparkling eyes, and a deep crimson lipstick that Nicholas had once declared "dangerous." The way the shade made your full lips pop was undeniable, and you smiled, pleased with the effect.

Your curves were hugged by a black dress that flowed over your body like a second skin. Stopping at the mid-thigh, it was a classic little black dress with a timeless silhouette and a sweetheart neckline that drew eyes directly to your décolletage and cleavage.

The fabric accentuated the softness of your figure—the swell of your hips, the dip of your waist, the fullness of your chest. The dress had been an indulgence, a piece you’d bought after seeing how it made you feel: sexy, confident, powerful. As you smoothed your hands down its sleek lines, you couldn’t help but admire yourself in the full-length mirror.

You had always loved your body. It had taken years to cultivate the confidence you now carried with pride, but tonight, you felt it in every fiber of your being. You were beautiful. And Nicholas, your boyfriend of almost a year, never let you forget it.

He’d been away for three months, filming a secret project in Europe. While the distance had been hard, you’d kept in touch with texts, calls, and plenty of late-night FaceTimes. But nothing compared to the real thing—to having him home, finally able to hold you in his arms. Tonight was your first date since his return, and though you’d suggested he rest after landing, Nicholas had been insistent.

You smiled to yourself as you remembered his words: “Sleep can wait. I need to see you.”

You really did think it was a good idea for Nicholas to get some rest after his flight. He had spent weeks on set, pouring himself into his role and managing the grueling hours of filming. But deep down, you knew rest wasn’t an option—not when it came to you. Nicholas could never resist you, and truthfully, you loved it. After all, you hadn’t exactly made it easy for him to keep his distance while he was away.

From the moment he boarded his flight for Europe, you had made it your mission to remind him exactly what was waiting for him back home. It started innocently enough: a few sultry selfies in his favorite lingerie, each one showing off how the lace hugged your curves just right. But it didn’t take long for you to turn up the heat.

Fresh out of the shower, droplets clinging to your skin, you’d let the steam fog the mirror just enough to add a teasing edge. Then came the quick videos: the camera lingering on your soft, full figure as you massaged your breasts or gave a playful slap to your ass, letting him see exactly what he was missing. You knew what Nicholas loved most—the way you filled his hands completely, yet still left more for him to hold. And you loved reminding him of it.

But one night, it all escalated. A little wine-drunk and missing him more than usual, you’d drawn yourself a bubble bath. The warm water and frothy bubbles felt indulgent, and with your phone propped securely on the edge of the tub, you put on a show just for Nicholas. You let the camera capture the way the water caressed your curves, your body glistening under the soft glow of candlelight. You posed and shifted, the bubbles teasingly obscuring parts of you before you’d lift a leg or arch your back, leaving just enough for his imagination to run wild.

His response had been immediate.

nickypoo 💘

You’re killing me, baby. How am I supposed to survive three more weeks of this?

you:

just giving you something to look forward to <3

He hadn’t stopped there, though. After a few more minutes of teasing, he sent another message that made you burst out laughing:

nickypoo 💘

I’m about to tell them there’s an emergency back home. They don’t need to know the emergency is how bad i NEED you.

You’d teased him relentlessly for it during your next FaceTime call, but you couldn’t deny how good it felt to be wanted like that. Knowing Nicholas adored every part of you, from the playful curve of your smile to the plush softness of your body, made the separation a little easier to bear.

And now, after all those weeks apart, he was finally on his way.

The sound of the lock clicking echoed through your apartment, followed by the familiar creak of the door opening. “Baby, I’m just finishing up in the bedroom!” you called out, checking your reflection one last time in the mirror. “I’ll be out in a minute!”

Nicholas didn’t respond right away, but you heard the soft thud of his bag hitting the floor and the shuffle of his footsteps as he made his way inside. There was a pause, followed by the unmistakable sigh of relief he always seemed to release when he was at your apartment.

When you finally stepped out of your bedroom, your heart skipped a beat at the sight of him. He was standing near the couch, looking relaxed yet strikingly handsome in a fitted black sweater and dark jeans. His brown eyes lit up the second they landed on you, and for a moment, he just stood there, taking you in like you were the most breathtaking thing he’d ever seen.

“Damn,” he finally managed, his voice low and reverent.

Before you could reply, Nicholas closed the distance between you in three long strides. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a hug so tight it felt like he was trying to merge you into himself. His hands roamed instinctively to your waist, fingers pressing into the plushness of your curves like he was grounding himself in the feel of you.

“God, I missed you,” he murmured, burying his face in the crook of your neck. His voice was muffled, but you could hear the raw emotion behind it.

Your arms came up around his back, holding him just as tightly. His body was warm and solid against yours, and the familiar scent of his cologne—a mix of cedarwood and something earthy—wrapped around you like a comforting blanket.

After a long moment, Nicholas pulled back just enough to look at you, his hands still holding your waist. His gaze was intense, his brown eyes darting over your face like he was trying to memorize every detail. Then, without warning, he leaned in and kissed you.

It wasn’t a light, playful kiss. It was deep, almost desperate, like he’d been starving for you and you were the only thing that could satisfy him. His lips moved against yours with a hunger that sent shivers down your spine, yet there was a tenderness to it—a gentleness that reminded you just how much he cared.

You broke the kiss with a soft laugh, brushing your fingers over your lips. “Okay, as much as I love this,” you teased, “I just spent way too much time on my makeup to let you ruin it before we even leave.”

Nicholas groaned, resting his forehead against yours. “I don’t care about the makeup,” he muttered, his voice gravelly and thick with desire. His hands slid down to your hips, squeezing them in a way that made you feel worshipped. “You’re so damn beautiful, it hurts.”

The way he said it, with absolute conviction, made your cheeks warm. “You’re not playing fair,” you said, trying to maintain your composure, though the fluttering in your chest betrayed you.

His lips curved into a grin, one of his dimples making an appearance as he leaned back to look at you. “I haven’t even started yet.”

As if to prove his point, one of his hands slid up your thigh, the warmth of his palm searing through the fabric of your dress. His touch was deliberate, teasing, and the look in his eyes told you exactly where his mind was heading.

You caught his wrist before he could go any further, raising an eyebrow. “I didn’t get all dressed up just for you to ruin it now,” you said, your tone playful but firm.

Nicholas let out an exaggerated groan, throwing his head back with a dramatic sigh. His hair fell into soft waves around his face, and when he finally looked at you again, his grin had only grown wider. “Fine,” he relented, though the glint in his eye told you he wasn’t giving up so easily.

You pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth, then trailed your lips along his jawline, stopping just below his ear. “If you can wait until after dinner,” you whispered, your voice low and teasing, “I promise it’ll be worth it.”

His eyebrows shot up, and his lips parted slightly as a sly grin spread across his face. “Oh, you’re trouble,” he murmured, his voice tinged with amusement and a touch of awe.

You turned toward the door to grab your shoes and jacket, but before you could take two steps, a loud smack echoed through the room as Nicholas’s hand came down on your ass. The contact was firm, leaving a faint sting that made you yelp in surprise.

“Nicholas!” you exclaimed, spinning around to glare at him, though the heat in your cheeks betrayed your annoyance.

He bit his bottom lip, clearly pleased with himself. “Sorry,” he said, though his grin was anything but apologetic. “I couldn’t help it.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to suppress a smile as you grabbed your shoes. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” you muttered, slipping them on.

Nicholas raised his hands in mock surrender, his grin widening. “Okay, okay—I’ll relax,” he said, though his eyes lingered on you in a way that told you he was far from done admiring you.

As you reached for your jacket, you couldn’t help but glance back at him. The sight of him, so completely enamored and entirely yours, made your heart swell. It had been three long months, but in this moment, it felt like no time had passed at all.

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When you walked down to the car, the sight waiting for you made your heart skip. Parked by the curb was Nicholas’s beloved cherry-red 1967 Mustang, gleaming under the soft glow of the streetlights. Sitting in the passenger seat was the biggest bouquet of flowers you’d ever seen—an explosion of rich red roses, delicate baby’s breath, and fragrant lilies. You couldn’t hold back your joy, practically leaping into his arms before peppering his face with kisses. Nicholas laughed, a low, happy sound that vibrated against your chest as he wrapped his arms around you.

The drive to the gallery was filled with light conversation and your playlist humming in the background, his hand firmly resting on your thigh, fingers occasionally giving it a little squeeze. At the gallery walk, Nicholas’s attention stayed on you more than the art.

As you strolled through the exhibits, his touch was constant—never intrusive, just reassuring. His hand rested gently on your lower back as you navigated the crowded rooms, steering you effortlessly through clusters of art enthusiasts. When you stopped to read a placard, he’d step behind you, his hands settling on your hips, his chest lightly brushing your back.

Whenever your eyes met, he’d steal a kiss—a quick peck if someone was nearby, but when the moment allowed, he’d dip down to claim something deeper, making you momentarily forget the world around you.

At dinner, he was utterly captivated. Candlelight danced in his warm, brown eyes as he hung on to your every word. You laughed about some silly drama your friends were having, vented about the weird maintenance issues in your building, and recounted the wild dreams you’d had while he was away. Through it all, his gaze never wavered. He was enthralled—not just by your words but by the way your lips moved, the sparkle in your eyes, and the sound of your laughter.

Surprisingly, the drive home was calm, though his hand remained a grounding presence on your leg. Even in the elevator, where you half-expected him to lose control, he was restrained—his eyes on you, dark with promise, but his body relaxed.

But the second you stepped through your apartment door, all bets were off.

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You barely had a moment to close the door before Nicholas’s lips found yours, urgent and consuming. His hands tugged at your coat as if the barrier was offensive, and when he finally had it off, his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against him. His lips moved with a desperate hunger, yet there was still that softness to them, like he couldn’t decide if he wanted to devour you or savor every second.

His fingers trailed up your sides, gripping at your curves in a way that made you shiver. “I told you I could wait,” he murmured against your lips, his voice low and gravelly with a smile. Before you could respond, he lifted you effortlessly, his hands firmly grasping the plushness of your thighs, carrying you deeper into the apartment as if he couldn’t wait a second longer to have you all to himself.

Nicholas carried you effortlessly to the bedroom, his lips never straying far from yours. The kisses varied—some deep and consuming, others soft and teasing, but all filled with an undeniable need. When he finally set you down, it was in front of your full-length mirror, the glow from your bedroom’s soft lighting casting a golden hue over the scene.

You caught sight of yourself in the mirror, your chest rising and falling with each breath, lips already swollen from his kisses. Behind you, Nicholas stood tall, his hands resting on your hips as he pressed a kiss to the bare skin of your shoulder.

“You were breathtaking tonight,” he murmured against your skin, his voice deep and low, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. He kissed the curve where your shoulder met your neck, then trailed his lips upward until they found that spot just below your ear that always made you melt. “And you know it,” he added, his tone playful but dripping with sincerity.

His hands slid from your hips to your waist, squeezing gently as he pressed closer to you. You could feel the warmth of his chest against your back, his steady breath brushing against your ear. “Do you know why I put you here?” he asked, his voice a husky whisper.

You opened your eyes, meeting his gaze in the mirror. “Why?” you managed, your voice breathy and light.

“Because I want you to watch,” he said, his lips curling into a sly grin as he began to trail kisses down the curve of your neck again. “I want you to see how beautiful you are, how much I adore every inch of you.” His kisses grew slower, deeper, as he slid his hands down to your hips again.

Nicholas’s kisses grew hungrier as his hands slid the straps of your dress off your shoulders. His lips trailed over the newly exposed skin, his breath warm against your collarbone, making your pulse race. With a soft sigh, the fabric slipped further down, and Nicholas took his time kissing every inch of skin revealed to him until the dress pooled at your feet.

For a moment, he pulled back to take you in, his eyes darkening as they roamed over your curves, lingering on the black lingerie you’d chosen. His hands spanned your waist, his touch firm yet reverent, like he couldn’t believe you were real.

“God, you’re incredible,” he murmured, his voice thick with admiration. His fingers traced the curve of your hips, his hands splaying over the softness of your stomach, your thighs. He leaned in, his lips brushing against your jaw as he whispered, “You have no idea how much I’ve missed this. How much I’ve missed you.”

Heat flooded your cheeks, but before you could respond, he kissed you again—deep and deliberate, like he was pouring every ounce of emotion into the connection. His hands skimmed up your sides, over the swell of your breasts, and back down again, his touch leaving trails of fire on your skin.

“You’re so soft,” he murmured between kisses, his lips moving to your neck. “So warm. Do you know how obsessed I am with you? With this body?” His hands caressed your waist again, his grip tightening like he couldn’t help himself. “You drive me crazy. I swear, I’ll never get enough of you.”

“Nicholas…” you whispered, your voice barely audible, trembling under his touch.

He smiled against your skin, a slow, knowing grin as he gently guided you toward the dresser. “Lean here,” he said softly, helping you rest against the cool wood. Behind you, the mirror reflected everything—the way your chest rose and fell, the flush creeping across your skin, and Nicholas towering over you, his presence magnetic.

He caught your gaze in the mirror as he placed his hands on either side of you, caging you in. “I want you to watch,” he said, his voice low and commanding but filled with adoration. “I want you to see why I worship you.”

Your breath hitched as he tilted your chin up, kissing you deeply once more. His hands slid over your body with a confidence that made your knees weak, each touch deliberate, almost reverent. He kissed down your neck, over your collarbone, and then lower, his lips trailing along the tops of your breasts.

With a slow, deliberate motion, Nicholas dropped to his knees, his hands anchoring on your hips as his lips continued their descent. His fingers grazed your thighs, his touch leaving goosebumps in its wake. He pressed kisses to your stomach, lingering there, his lips soft but insistent.

“You’re everything to me,” he murmured against your skin, his brown eyes lifting to meet yours. The intensity in his gaze sent a fresh wave of warmth pooling in your belly. His hands slipped to the waistband of your panties, and with an effortless tug, he slid them down your legs.

He helped you step out of them, his hands strong but tender as he lifted one of your legs over his shoulder. The position left you exposed, vulnerable, but the way he held you—like you were the most precious thing in the world—put you completely at ease.

Nicholas pressed a series of kisses to the inside of your thighs, his lips slow and deliberate, as though savoring every second. His fingers gripped your thighs firmly, grounding himself in your softness.

“Look at yourself,” he said, his voice rough but gentle, his breath warm against your skin. “Look at how beautiful you are when I’m making you feel good.”

Your eyes fluttered open, meeting your reflection in the mirror. The sight of yourself—flushed and trembling, your chest rising and falling with anticipation—made your pulse quicken. But it was the way Nicholas looked at you, his gaze filled with a mix of reverence and hunger, that made your heart ache in the best way.

He leaned in, his tongue gliding over your sensitive flesh, and you gasped, your hands gripping the dresser for support. His movements were precise, deliberate, as though he was learning every reaction, every sound you made.

Your head fell back briefly as the pleasure built, but Nicholas’s voice brought you back. “No, baby,” he murmured, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze again in the mirror. “I want you to see this. I want you to see how gorgeous you are when you fall apart for me.”

His lips returned to you, his tongue and mouth working in perfect harmony as his hands anchored you in place. Every stroke, every kiss felt like an act of devotion, as though he was pouring every ounce of his love for you into his touch.

Every swipe of Nicholas’s tongue against your aching core sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body. His touch was maddeningly tender yet intentional, each flick and stroke designed to unravel you completely. Your knees faltered under the onslaught of sensation, but Nicholas was always there—his grip tightening, his strong arms grounding you. You felt the flex of his biceps as he held you steady, his strength wrapping around you like a promise that he wouldn’t let you fall.

Your gaze flicked to the mirror, and the sight made your breath hitch. You were a mess —your chest rising and falling with desperate heaves, your skin flushed with heat. Your bottom lip was caught between your teeth, a vain attempt to stifle the moans and whimpers spilling from you.

“I love it when you moan like that, baby,” Nicholas murmured, pulling back just enough to speak, his voice a low rumble that sent a fresh wave of heat through you. His lips were wet with your arousal, his eyes dark and hooded as they bore into yours. “Tell me how bad you need me, baby.”

Your voice trembled as you replied, barely able to form the words between your gasps. “So bad, Nicholas. I need you—I’m gonna cum.”

The admission spurred him on. His hands gripped your thighs tighter, his fingers digging into your soft flesh as he returned his mouth to you with renewed fervor. The rhythm of his tongue became more relentless, his movements perfectly in sync with your rising tension.

Your hands flew to his hair, fingers tangling in the soft strands as the pressure inside you reached its peak. “Nicholas—” you gasped, your voice breaking as the first wave of your orgasm crashed over you. Your body tensed, trembling against him as you cried out, the pleasure consuming you completely.

Nicholas didn’t stop, his grip firm as he held you steady, coaxing every last shudder from your body. When you finally came down, your breaths ragged and your legs weak, he pressed a kiss to your inner thigh before rising to his feet.

Before you could fully catch your breath, Nicholas turned you around with ease, his lips crashing against yours in a kiss so heated it stole what little air you’d regained. His hands worked quickly, unbuckling his belt and shoving his pants and boxers down in one fluid motion.

He guided you to lean forward, your hands bracing against the dresser as he positioned himself behind you. His hands gripped your hips, the rough pads of his fingers pressing into your softness as he aligned himself with your entrance.

The first slow, deliberate thrust stole your breath entirely. Nicholas let out a low, guttural moan as he entered you, his hands steadying your hips as he adjusted to your tightness. “Fuck baby, I missed this pussy,” he rasped, his voice rough and shaky. “You’re so tight baby ... You feel so good.”

His hips began to move, the slow rhythm building gradually, each thrust sending sparks of pleasure through your overstimulated body. Nicholas’s hands roamed over your hips and thighs, grounding himself in the feel of you.

His eyes were locked on the way your body moved with his, the way your plush curves rippled with every thrust. The sight seemed to undo him. He groaned low in his throat, his hand drawing back before landing a sharp slap against your ass.

The sensation made you cry out, the sharp sting blending with the pleasure coursing through you. Nicholas’s grip tightened, and he let out a grunt at your reaction. “You like that, baby?” he murmured, his voice low and teasing.

“Yes,” you managed to moan, your voice shaky but insistent. “Do it again.”

A wicked smile curved his lips as he complied, his hand landing another firm slap against your skin. The sound echoed in the room, followed by your moan, and he couldn’t stop himself from doing it again—and again, the rhythm of his thrusts growing more erratic with each deliciously sharp impact.

“You’re so good for me,” he groaned, his voice rough and breathless.

Nicholas’s thrusts grew faster, each stroke deeper than the last. His grip on your hips tightened, his fingers pressing into your soft skin as he lost himself in the rhythm of your bodies. Each time his hand came down on your ass, the sharp sting sent a new wave of arousal through both of you, his groans mingling with your breathless cries.

His voice, a perfect mix of raspy and grumbly, edged with desperate whines, drove you wild. The sound was so raw, so unfiltered—it made you ache to give him the same overwhelming pleasure he was giving you.

You began to pick up on his rhythm, matching his movements with your own. Arching your back further, you started to throw your hips into him, meeting his thrusts with equal force. The shift in control made Nicholas let out a loud, guttural moan, his hands faltering for a moment as you took the lead.

“I love when you fuck me back like this,” he groaned, his hands slipping from your hips as he let “Baby, you’re so good.”

The praise spurred you on, your movements growing faster, more deliberate. You felt his resolve weakening, his breaths coming in short, ragged bursts as you took control. Each roll of your hips sent him deeper into bliss, and the sound of your bodies colliding filled the room—a symphony of moans, skin meeting skin, and the creak of the dresser beneath your weight.

Nicholas was completely yours now, his body trembling as you worked him. “You’re such a good girl,” he gasped between his moans, his voice thick with adoration. “So perfect for me. Just like that—don’t stop.”

But when he couldn’t take it any longer, his hands returned to your hips, gripping you with renewed urgency. He thrust into you harder, faster, his strokes relentless as he chased his release.

“I’m gonna cum baby doll,” he rasped, his voice breaking with the force of his pleasure.

The moment the words left his mouth, you turned your head slightly, your voice breathy but sure. “I want you to finish in my mouth.”

Nicholas groaned, his movements faltering for a split second before he regained his rhythm, thrusting into you a little longer before pulling out with a sharp gasp.

He guided you down to your knees, standing over you as he stroked himself, his hand moving in frantic, desperate motions. His brown eyes locked onto yours, filled with hunger and adoration as you tilted your head back, lips parted, waiting for him.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he muttered, his voice trembling with need.

Moments later, his release spilled into your mouth, warm and overwhelming. You took him in fully, your tongue swirling around his sensitive tip as he shuddered above you. His head tipped back, his chest heaving as he let out a low, broken moan, his entire body trembling with the force of his climax.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his voice weak as his hands gripped the edge of the dresser for balance.

You didn’t stop there, teasing him with gentle flicks of your tongue, savoring the taste of him as his knees nearly buckled. His back hunched as he let out a weak chuckle, his hand coming to rest on your cheek.

“Baby, please,” he begged, his voice barely above a whisper. “You’re gonna kill me.”

Your lips curved into a satisfied smile as you pulled away, placing a soft kiss on his hip before sitting back on your heels. Nicholas reached down, pulling you back up into his arms, his forehead pressing to yours as he caught his breath.

But then, his lips brushed against your ear, and you felt the familiar heat of his words. “Don’t think I’m done with you yet,” he murmured, his voice low and full of promise. “I still need to have you… all of you.”

His hands slid down your sides, leaving a trail of goosebumps before giving your ass a playful slap. “Get on the bed,” he said with a mischievous grin, his brown eyes gleaming. “I want to see that gorgeous face of yours when I make you cum again.”

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THESE ARE LIES I HAVE NEVER SAID THAT :( -🍫

Yes you did see the tags -⭐️

[wordsofthespirits]

✦Ready to start over...?✦

Welcome to the home of many others like you. You're one of the unfortunate souls with an unfortunate ending.

Lucky for you, you have a solution. Start over. It's as simple as that.

[[ ERROR. ROBIN IS MISSING. ]]

[[ Current focal point: Rody & June ]]

[[ Location: Voix Forte ]]

Tapes unlocked:

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🩵 Angelica [ 0/3 ]

🩸 Augustine [ 1/3 ]

🎵 Protag. [ 0/0 ]

🍷 Rody [ 1/0 ]

🎀 Bok Su Go [ 0/0 ]

🪶 Chase Beckley [ 1/3 ]

🪽 ???

🍸 June [ 1/0 ]

[[ posts tagged as Tapes Unlocked means a tape has been unlocked! Insight/extra knowledge and asks act as the catalyst for Tape Unlocked, so be sure to ask as much as you can! ]]

tags and occ notes will be underneath.

tags:

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❌️ faceless viewer -> anon

❌️ data viewer -> usernames

❌️ post notes -> reblogs

❌️ notes -> answered asks

❌️ tapes -> rp

❌️ hello -> in character response

❌️ the author -> occ response

❌️ polaroids -> fanart

anon list:

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anon that decorates

dove anon

Rules to engage with the inhabitants.

a post written by Augustine.

1. Isn't it obvious? Use your common sense and just be decent. No inappropriate talk.

2. Unless you're lightly flirting, in which case, go ahead.

3. Please use English, none of that slang.

4. I'm not sure about this thing called... "anon magic", try to make sure that these things are appropriate.

5. Do not hound the Author's DMs. This blog was meant for fun.

Huh... that... wasn't there... anyways.

6. This blog acts as an AU game, feel free to treat this as an ARG if you'd like!

7. Have fun, but always remember to use common sense.

blog is run by: @officialjuhin .

[thatsnotmyvampire]

greetings, human.

I’d appreciate it if you let me in. . My ID? Oh, here.

YOG SOTHOTH — VAMPIRE

I hc Yog to bodily be around 23-30, and chronologically 100-200 years old! Feel free to adjust these headcanons to your liking during rp’s or asks, nobody is forced to follow my hcs <3

Quachill will be his biological daughter, and she does live with him! Asks about Quachill and Ishtar are A-Okay! :)

Setting and story could be anywhere, i personally like to think that asks are like the doorman or other neighbors chatting up Yog! But anything could be up to you when asking.

INBOX : 15 !

˚₊‧꒰ა 𐂯 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

— NSFW is allowed! I will tag it accordingly, if it happens enough times i’ll just make a whole new blog for yog-nsfw

— Regular DNI criteria still applies. Racism, LGBTPhobia, Antisemitism, Any kind of bullying or harassment to anybody on this blog (mod or anons), and etc aren’t allowed. Any asks or replies alluding to the things listed above will be deleted and blocked xx Just don’t be a dick!

— Shipping is fine, between either characters and anons! No incest, though

— Yog will go by He/They/It , Mun uses He/She!

ANON LIST —

🦇 | 🎨 | 🌟 | nadia | deirdre | hoodie | 💄 | 😈 | 🤎 | 🚪 | 🍸 | 🏳️‍⚧️ | garlic | 🪆/dollmaker

tags!

[dulcento]

listening to the rules is so cunty, mhm

firstly ˙𑁤. minors, do not interact, for the love of all that is holy, DO NOT INTERACT. if you choose to, you will be blocked upon interaction.

this goes for ageless blogs as well. if your age isn’t visible, off to the chopping block with you.

secondly ˙𑁤. i will write for jujutsu kaisen and honkai star rail (?) and each self insert will be female.

lowercase is intended for all my works.

if any descriptions of the reader are given, it will be tagged in the work accordingly.

self indulgent works are welcomed on this platform.

NO part 2’s

thirdly ˙𑁤. no negativity will be tolerated on my corner of the interwebs, you will be blocked if you show out. i do block people, its nothing personal, i just don’t wanna see what you’re putting out.

you’ll get blocked if ᭡

incest content

stepcest content

r3pe content

tag clogging/using tags incorrectly (putting smut in the fluff tag)

spam liking (+4)

fourthly ˙𑁤. this blog will have personal content as you scroll. meaning i will TALK on here. about anything really. feel free to block me or the tag ˓ 🍸 ᭡ gimme a cocktail ◞ if you don’t wanna see it.

fifth ˙𑁤. requests and suggestions are welcomed! if you want to leave a request or suggestion, please name the character and a brief (2-4 sentence) description of what your idea is. if i choose not to write your request, please don’t take it personally.

trust, i have no no’s ᭡

piss/scat play, watersports, r3pe play, incest, stepcest, blood play, gun play, age regression, smut about minors, lactation kink, pregnant reader smut, aging up minors, character x character, foot fetish

sixth ˙𑁤. if you wanna be moots with me, you can definitely send me an ask! the box is open for any and everyone who wants to be friends and talk.

wanna be an emoji anon🍸 - shoot me an ask boo, mwah xxx

[sinsandsweetness]

t’s 1k celebration !

It’s a little insane to me that I have 1.1k of you following me and reading all my silly little stories. You’re all so kind and encouraging and so so patient and I love each and every one of u. Sooooo since I go back to school next week, I’m sure I’ll be a little slower in my writing and I wanted to spend this week just basking in the limited freedom of summer I have left. I was going to write a bunch anyway but I thought it might be fun for you guys if I did a little celebration. They can be a lot of fun and I always love interacting with you guys. So if you’d like, go ahead and choose from one of the options below, and send me an ask! Anons are welcome as always, though I ask that minors do not interact for the smutty stuff.

Here are your options:

💿 -> send me a character (or two) and a situation, and I’ll write a short blurb of how I think it would go (for example: reader brings a cat home but is scared what Rick/Daryl will think)

🫧-> send me an nsfw link and a character and I’ll write a short blurb about it.

⭐️ -> send me the title of something that I’ve written, and I’ll respond with a mini moodboard for it.

✉️ -> send me your own daydreams. I had this one anon send me the hottest little blurb, and I LOVED IT. So I’m hoping that anyone who wants to, will send a similar kind of smutty (or fluffy) blurb of their own in, for me and all my loves to read and swoon over.

💡-> send me a headcanon about any character and I’ll tell you my thoughts/add on to it.

🍌-> fmk! Send me three twd characters (or three eras of a specific character) and I’ll tell you who I’d fuck, who I’d marry and who I’d kill.

🪩 -> Q&A- send me any questions you like! As fun and flirty or as deep and personal as you want. Ask games linked here , here , and (nsfw) here if anyone wants <3

🍸-> send me an unpopular opinion (about twd, fanfics, or writing in general) and I will tell you my thoughts on it.

*Any of the submissions can be sfw or nsfw! I love either. Characters I will write for for this celebration are Rick, Daryl, Shane, and Rosita, and then Negan and Merle (selectively lol)

* i will still be writing and working on the prompts and requests I’ve already recieved. My inbox is nice and full but I am working on them, I promise. I might not write every submission, if it isn’t really my thing or simply can’t come up with a dialogue for it, but please know you are very appreciated nonetheless. Nothing personal:) Please look at my rules before sending anything in, but other then that… let’s get daydreaming!*

- this celebration will go on for one week, from august 30th, until september 6th.

tagging some mutuals: @ricksswhore @virtualreader @writella @catt-leya @murdadixon @olive3oil @colt-python @grimesthinker @ankhmutes @murder-jacket @sickyrat @megangovier20 @devnmon @darylsdix0nn @taylormarieee

(If you would prefer not to be tagged in the future, please let me know<3)

[themoonsjewel]

IF I WAS A BLACKTHORN TREE,

🍒 chryseis / cherry. mod of @vxnus-seraph. spawned in 2004.

💬 profile → about : interests.

i adore writing, and doing art. i love good manhwas too, and read them in my free time. i like psychoanalyzing characters, and love chatting too. if you ever feel inclined, do drop by!

about : annoyances.

rude people, narcissists, pro-israel people, misogynistic people, pro-lifers, hate propagators, anon haters, people who overstep boundaries, stupid people, animal haters, people who force their opinion, people who argue too fucking much, people who will fight me on this list, people who i'll very liberally block.

about : writing.

inconsistent updates + requests selectively accepted + inconsistent writing style + yandere / fluff / angst / implied sex and all genres except for full blown nsfw stuff + no body horror / gore + poetic writing style.

about : current obsessions.

the ennead + midmorning + the dark lord's confession.

I'D WANNA BE FELLED BY YOU,

masterlist • carrd • the maniac's note • events

#🍸 tags→

#. roleplay. (character name) → roleplay responses #. classified information → 🔞 #. (genre) → genre of my works / reblogged works #. the maniac's word → fun w/ mutuals #. the devils card → arguments, calling people out & other negative stuff. sensitive people to block this tag #. the jesters privilege → random plot ideas and wips #. polls → voting time!

HELD BY YOU,

💬 if you want to chat with any character from genshin or hsr, type 'about: convo' and then your message to the character with their name in my ask box. type /rom if you desire a romantic response, or /plat if you desire a friendly response, type /crack if you want a funny response.

FUEL THE PYRE OF YOUR ENEMIES.