#crush x cherie

[theball28]

me and who.

[ribbonsgraphics]

cherie x crush graphics !

for matching rentries i'm making us and our psys <3

[anaquariusfox]

how season 1 should have ended sobs

[christmaslights75]

Some… WIPs to motivate myself to brainstorm a certain au… ignore the missing information I’m just lazy adhdjfbdj AND I have like, at least four more profiles to make after these… so yippee for me

I dunno how far I’m gonna go with this but… bleh… these have been made already (mostly)

EVEN RHO I THINK ANH’S FACE LOOKS WEIRD ??? I can go fix that tho. Later.

OH AND THEIR IDS ARE CHAPTERS!!! Hehe it’s a fun little Easter egg

[zhvakinnn]

I love you, I always do

Pairing: Thorne x GN! reader cherry crush (romantic)

A/N: holy mold of macaroni, im so sorry for my absence im starting to lose motivation on writing fic's but im back with another pair(⁠っ⁠˘̩⁠╭⁠╮⁠˘̩⁠)⁠っ

Warnings:none?

✳���as always i don't know much English so if something is wrong correct me✳️

You were in a relationship with him way before crush left the organization even when he got his punishment getting his tongue cut you still dated him and still now ever since cherrie was recruited you and Thorne are still together

Though his having second thoughts about you cheating on him since he can no longer speak or just fell out of love

But no, you stayed you always stayed, you're always there for him but he doubted it.

He sometimes feel bad when he can't say I love you back and just type it on his phone.

When you notice this you can't help but feel bad about him since you can't understand sign language then you think about it and search it on your phone, it took a month or more for you to get it.

You checked your calendar and it's almost his birthday and you think why not surprise him in his birthday

You were the one who set up his birthday and the others help, when tez heard a footsteps coming near she quickly sign that someone's coming

Cherri hid on the side and crush on the other side to pop the confetti, miss mae was the one on the light switch while the others hide in either the drawer, in the vase or everywhere

Thorne open the door and saw the room pitch black 'where the hell is everyone' he thought, once they saw the door open miss mae open the lights yaz jump out of nowhere, cherri and crush pop the confetti

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!"

He flinch slightly but quickly recover and realize what was happening, everyone was hugging him and greeting him

You came up to him holding the cake "happy birthday Thorne" you softly smiled looking at him "make a wish" you said as you get the cake near him, his eyes shine looking at the cake then at everyone and lastly you.

He smiled and closed his eyes and blow the candles, after that everyone clapped and cheered, while everyone was busy eating you pulled Thorne into a corner.

He pulled out his phone and type "thank you" you giggled and sign back "your welcome", it shocked him his eyes were widen the way he looks at you made you giggle more

"you can sign language" he sign a bit shaky but understandable you nod "I do" im telling you, you never saw him smile like this, he smiled like a little kid who won a big stuff toy

He pulled you into a hug squeezing tightly you pat his back since you can't breathe anymore"hey Thorne, babe I can't..." he chuckled and pulled away and cup your cheeks "I love you,I always do" you sign, he pulled you into a kiss, he pulled away and put his head on your forehead"I love you too" you smiled and pulled him for another kiss while the others in the background are too busy to notice you both

Dang how long was I asleep, Anyways IM INLOVE WITH THORNE

[blackfemmecharacterdependency]

They meant so much to me. 

IMAN BENSON and ADIA as ILONKA and CHERI  The Midnight Club (2022)

[yandere-wishes]

⭒ㅤׂ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ʟɪꜰᴇㅤׂ ⭒

⭒⌒★ Yandere! X-Men x Reader ★⌒⭒

゜。♡ 𝓔𝔁𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓘 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 ♡ ｡ ゜

˚୨♡୧˚Magneto - Erik Lehnsherr | مگنیتو - اریک لنشر 

Techno graces your body in lieu of veins. Wires coiling like arteries should. You use it to mimic him, embody him, be him. His starry-eyed parody. Erik needs you to be more, to be everything he -and everybody else- could never be. You are synthetic and sacred in every way, you are the future he so desperately craves. 

He can't help seeing them when he looks at you. The reverend wraiths of tortured adoration speak to him through your eyes. He sees a bit of everyone inside you, Charles, Raven, Rogue... their faces flashing like holy ghosts. You have too many constellations inside of you, all on the verge of erupting. It keeps him up at night, especially when you're curled up on your side of the bed, asleep and oblivious. 

"You will save us, little one, you will be the savior we have longed for"

He feels the centuries rolling through him, desperately lost, trying to find his way back to a home he never even knew. Maybe that's why he kneels, brushing his lips across your knuckles tracing each vein in hopes that'll lead him back to a place he's only ever seen in his dreams. I'll stay lost, I'll wait for you to find me. He knows you will, you'll do anything for him. He's sure of it. 

Genosha asks for a queen, demands it really. It's funny how these things work. Funny how those who rule the world are so intent on destroying it. Kingdoms aren't built in a day yet they can so easily be toppled in one. In turn, Magento asks you. Who else? It's his one cardinal tenet, you are the savior he could never be. The one his people, your people, need. Erik rolls your name between his lips, relishing as the syllables melt on his tongue. There's a magnetic pull to 'queen' it tastes like a hallowed prayer. "My queen" he whispers in your ear, his tongue sending sparks up the cartilage shell. Magneto pins you to his lap, keeping you tethered to his strong body. His fingers run lines up your hips indulging in your presence. You don't squirm although he suspects you want to. his lips lower, kissing your jugular and savoring the ungainly moan that slips past your pretty lips. "M-Magneto" He's only now realizing you've never called him by his birthname, maybe cause in some way you find it treacherous that he should bear such a human thing. He may see you as salvation, yet you've always gazed at him with the pietistic eyes of a zealous worshipper. 

"Use your power, feel the magnetic pull flowing through you."

"You're overcomplicating it again, master, I just need to command that which I need lifted."

You've always been a rebellious student. The sardonic irony isn't lost on him, Magneto finds it fitting that he should master such an intricate pupil.

He wonders if you can forgive him for the bodies he's scattered in your name. From this far up he doubts you notice the broken bodies littering the concrete. He'll do it all again, anything to keep your distractions at bay. His kind needs a leader, not another sanctimonious hero.

You will be their savior.

You will be his queen.

♠️🂱♠️Gambit - Remy Lebeau | گمبیت - رمی لیبو

Remy wonders if the king ever longs to be stacked with the queen. Holding his breath every time the cards are shuffled. Praying that this time, this time for sure, he'll be next to her. Gambit's holding his breath too. There's a lively lilt when you giggle, he wonders if you truly grasp how much he means every word. "Mon Cheri, you know you're the only one for me." It sounds so childish, so jejune and Gambit knows he's too old for school-boy crushes. But he can't help it, he's desperate too, just another aspirant king vying for the attention of his red queen. 

You once told him the blacks of his eyes remind you of a starry night sky back home. He thinks about that too much. About the sting of your hand on his shoulder and how good it felt sitting crooked in his bones. So that's why an ace surpasses the king. There is only, one who holds power. Maybe it's never been about the queen or the king or the royal house. It's been the Ace all along. Remy only has one heart, he knows he only has one ace too. There was an ace of hearts on your nightstand this morning, you don't recall how it got there. 

Remy's kisses are too explosive, they hold all the weight of a dying star. Yet the force never ceases, it feeds off the detonations only growing stronger, you think you'll be consumed in this kinetic nova he calls love. 

-`X´- Cyclops - Scott Summers | سیکلوپ - سکات سامرز

There's a shutter of loneliness crawling up his spine. He knows you feel it too. Scott bends and breaks under its crushing weight. You've always been there, tangible, solid. You're the living metaphor for a rock in a raging river. He just can't find the right words yet. You can't see his eyes, you can't withstand his power. But you can be there holding his hand through it all. 

'Is this selfishness'? Scott wonders and he kisses you under a dying moon. He's never had anything to call his own, nothing that stayed for long anyway. He's snuffed out his desires his whole life. His place is with the X-men, playing the no-choice hero of a thankless story. But you, you're still here, you never left. Even now you stand still as his lips taint yours. He feels your fear, undue thing that it is. But he can't let you go not when everything is always marred in endless red monochrome and melancholy. Not when the only blessing the universe had ever given him comes in the shape of you. He's so tired of only ever knowing the life of a perfect toy soldier. 'Stay' he begs you between each kiss, each touch. Please just stay. Ease his pain.

 

☽✭☾ Wolverine - Logan Howlett | ولورین - لوگان هاولت

He's been alive longer than he cares to count. Running from one hell to another. He remembers your ghost, essence weaving between places too blurred to be graced with a name. But he remembers you, he swears he does. It's just that time is so fickle and so few can withstand its crushing tides. 

"How have you been, Logan?" 

"I..ah... fine, just fine." 

When he looks at you he can't believe the changes. There's no trace of the rosy cheecked little girl who used to chase demons in the snowbanks. Playing hide and seek with every stray in the neighborhood. That's good, he thinks, he likes this refined dignitary better, somehow it brings out your eyes. There's a feral gaze when he looks at you, he thought he was over that. He feels the pulsing of his heart reverberate through his claws. It brings back something less than memories, something nostalgic, yet all so distant it may as well have been the sent of his childhood home. It's not right he thinks, as his claws trace your curves trying to feel something he knows is lost. You quiver, trying to make yourself smaller and he knows, he knows he shouldn't do this. But there are just so many pieces missing and he's never tried to look for any of them. Maybe just this once he can delude himself into remembering. 

˚ʚ★ɞ˚ Nightcrawler - Kurt Wagner | شب خزنده - کورت واگنر

Not too long ago this used to be fine. He's always been better within shadows, letting the soft dark weave around his body. Obscurity has always felt like a second home, a haven in everything but consistency. You speak in italics, talking and talking without understanding what he shoulders. If he didn't deem it blasphemy, Kurt would gladly dub himself Eros.

You would be Psyche. Oblivious, sweet Psyche.

Kurt longs to kiss your cheek, he knows it'll only starve him for more. He wonders how soft your hands will feel. If you'll You cradle his face nails tracing the sharp point of his ears, his fangs, the jagged scar he got from dreaming of you in the danger room. Will you grace him with a kiss? Something to relinquish the anguish stirring within. This should be fine, you're talking to him, laughing with him as he remains hidden within the dark. And yet how can he see this as anything less than retribution? You're so close, just a breath away. If only he could reach out and...

۵𓋹۵ Apocalypse - En Sabah Nur | آپآکلپژ- ان صباح نور

Your heartbeat sounds all too familiar. He used to hear it a thousandfold walking down the Bazaar's street. It's dead now, the noise, the rapture, the music. He wonders what went right for your heart to beat to such a lost tune?  He remembers once hearing that pain travels through families until it lands on the right generation. He's glad fate picked you. He's glad you share the same ancient burdens.

He puts the stars in the sky.

You've been warned against worshipping false idols so blindly.

Yet how can one not fall at his feet?

He who makes the earth tremble and mighty cower. 

He who seems to know everything you do not. 

Your fingers thread through his hair. It's too black, like staring at a moonless sky in December. You wonder if the eternal ebony is what gives Apocolypse his cynical edge. He laughs at the comment as he melts into your familiar touch."Thank you" he mutters. His pride laces every word twisting them into something metaphysical. Nur wonders if you catch the true sentiment behind the words. If the sand and stars make it through. 

You're too archaic for this time Nur thinks as he watches you run across the fields. The other mutants are there, persistent in the games you all play. In his time he'd have already declared you his wife. Do you know the ancient ceremonies? Would you have gifted him gold or flesh? The yearning builds in his throat. Maybe he should have stayed dead. 

Apocolypse lingers the days away in your room, plotting, scheming. You keep him hidden like a blood secret. He's the only one who seems to understand where your power comes from, where you come from. " I could win against you...someday" Your fingers glow igniting a forgotten glow, Nur can't help but laugh as he traces the curve of your spine. " I don't doubt you could, beloved." His blue lips are on the length of your neck. Everything about you screams dead nostalgia. You've followed him through lifetimes. Smiling as you dragged him across the sand dunes just to watch the sunset. How he longs to carve you open and feel your heart between his teeth. 

He's choking on sand.

Drowning in stardust.

Nur feels like he's swallowed the sun whole. Devoured Ra and spat out his holy bones. He still feels the sting of its rays seeping through his teeth. He's divinity and desperation are all in the same breath. Apocalypse and Nur are just two sides of the same daric. You stand in front of him, tracing the blues of his face, kissing the reds of his eyes. An excavation into the lost, unearthing that which could collapse the world. You enjoy him, savor him, keeping his gold essence on your tongue locked behind rose-tinted lips. You beg Nur to dig through your bones, open you up, unseal every crypt. He obliges, kissing the hollow of your bones until his teeth graze your unsteady heart.

"And what will you do once you meet the real world?"

"Oh, nothing, the real world will have to meet me first."

There is so much blood, he doesn't remember doing this. You stand beside him watching the sand in the hourglass run out. He is Apocolypse bringer of destruction, the end of worlds, funny how he needed you, frail sweet thing that you are, to remind him of this. It's only when he looks at you, really really looks at you that he realizes how many things are still the same. Twisted deformed yet still they harbor their old shapes. Apocolypse kisses you under the shade of a palm tree hoping it'll mean something in the end.

Hoping everything can just go back. 

[heartmix]

girl you're taking home - CL16

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.5k+

Warning: angst!, cheating, affair, unnamed girlfriend

A/N: someone get me away from these country songs!

F1 Masterlist / Masterlist

He didn't mean for it to go this far. It was meant to be a one-time moment after getting a little too drunk at the Ferrari Gala. He didn't mean to get so attached, so infatuated. She was his race engineer, for god's sake. They worked for the same company. It shouldn't work, it couldn't work. But here they were. 

One drunk mistake led to another drunk mistake which led to sober mistakes. It happened anytime he needed company, or anytime he felt frustrated. Anytime he just needed someone you were that person. You were the only person who could get him back to being in a good mood. No one batted an eye. If you could calm Charles down who were they to question? 

No one thought anything beyond it because of Charles's very public relationship. Often, the two of them would be in headlines and gossip blogs—the picture-perfect couple, gaining more likes on Ferrari's Instagram than anything else. 

Even with his picture-perfect life, it wasn't enough for Charles. He loved his girlfriend, and she was a great girl, but she wasn't the one he thought about every second of every day. When he found out any news, she wasn't the one he wanted to share with. That person was you, the one person he looked forward to seeing every race week. 

You weren't dumb; you knew it was wrong. There was nothing anyone could say to condone the affair. The selfish part of you continued it. Each time you thought of ending it, he would whisper sweet nothings into your ear, reassuring you that you were his girl, the one he wanted, and he loved you and only you. And every single time, you believed him. 

A part of you should have known how much of an emotional heartbreak it would be to be in this "relationship". The way you couldn't go out to do normal date activities, no longing smiles or someone would catch on, no introducing you as his girlfriend and taking you home to his family. All that there was were late-night calls asking to come over and a few minutes at the paddock before either of you were needed.  

Monza was the breaking point for you. It was a great day for Charles, for Ferrari, it should be good for you. Watching Charles, the Prince of Ferrari cross the finish line and take the win home was a momentous occasion. He did it. Ferrari did it. 

"YOU DID IT CHARLES!" your joyous voice came on the radio. He replied with as much emotion as he did in Monaco. Hearing that was worth all the stress you both endured this season. 

When he got out of the car he ran straight to the Ferrari crew, with you right in the center. His eyes locked onto you and soon a smile spread on his lips bringing you in for a bone-crushing hug. "We did it mon cherie." His voice was soft, not noticeable to anyone around you. But you heard him loud and clear. 

"You did it, Prince of Ferrari." You pulled back with a big smile on your face. How you wanted to keep him there longer and kiss him, but you couldn't you weren't his. 

After a moment he moved on to other members hugging and shaking their hands before he was needed in the cool down room. When he was on top of that podium it was like nothing else mattered. The loud cheering from the Tifosi crowd, the red smoke, the Ferrari flags, all of that was blind to you. The only thing you could think of was dousing him in champagne after the team picture. 

Making your way to the garage it was then that everything hit you. Charles was kissing his girlfriend with their dog in her arms while every camera seemed to be shoved in their face. A perfect couple, a perfect family. Something you will never get to have with him. No matter how many times he told you so in secret, it was never going to happen. 

The rest of the day, although filled with cheers and celebrations left and right was a day you wanted to be over. The only thing you wanted to do was to go back to the hotel and sleep. No more racing, no more celebrating, no more thinking. If only it were that easy. Being a vital part of today's win, you were forced to go out and celebrate with the team, with Charles. Fred wouldn't take no for an answer and the publicist would think it was a bad idea if the race-winning engineer was not celebrating with the team, in Ferrari's home nonetheless. 

That's how you found yourself at dinner, sitting right across from Charles and his girlfriend. You were lucky to have Carlos next to you. Someone who could distract you from the day. All night you talked with everyone else on the table but Charles. He could tell something was up. He tried to get your attention whether it was nudging your leg under the table or staring right at you. It wasn't till he got you alone in the VIP section of the club that you were dragged to by Carlos. 

"What's wrong?" His voice was soft, a tone he normally used with you. The VIP section was thankfully dark enough to hide how close he was to you. 

"Crazy day, just tired." You wanted him to get the hint to leave you alone. The talk about fully ending this was not something you wanted to do in a random club celebrating one of Ferrari's greatest days. 

"Wanna head out?" There it was, the voice that would get you in trouble. The tone that made you say yes every time, but not tonight, not ever again. 

"We can't."

"And why is that?" He teased. Of course, he thought you were playing around or maybe he had a bit too much to drink and wasn't thinking straight. That had to be the reason he was being so bold with his girlfriend in the same building. 

"You're girlfriend is here." You watched his smirk turn downward into a frown. He forgot she was here. His focus has been on you since dinner and he forgot he had company this week. 

Charles knew he was pushing his luck and being risky, he couldn't blame it on the alcohol because he was well aware of his surroundings to be intoxicated, "Later tonight?"

"No Charles, not ever. We can't do this anymore."

"You don't really mean that do you mon cherie?" His sweet voice ran down your spine as he ran his hands on your exposed tighs. I guess it was now or never, you didn't want to do it in a club, but this needed to end, for the sake of your mental. 

"I do. Charles, I love you, I do. And this is fun, but you have someone you get to go home to while you leave my bed at some random hour of the morning making me wake up next to no one. You get to flaunt and take her home while I'm sitting here stupidly thinking that would be me someday. I can't keep being the one you call when you need help or are feeling alone. You have that person already and, no matter how much I want it to be me it's not and it's never going to be. This is where I cut off every connection to you." You tried to be as sincere as possible, but the more you let out the more the words sounded like venom.

He was not hearing any of it—not right now. You were just emotional about the day or maybe had too much to drink; that was the only logical reason. "What the hell are you talking about? How are you cutting me off?"

"Lewis asked if I could be his engineer next year. I said yes a while ago." The mention of his new teammate hit him like a truck. You were being serious. Why else would you bring up Lewis? There was no way you were breaking things off with him personally and professionally. He was losing you either way.

"You're leaving me?! Leaving us?" His voice rose with each comment. Thankfully, the music was blasting, and all the chatter didn't alert anyone else. 

"There should have never been us. I'm your race engineer, not your girlfriend. I was just a person who was there for you whenever someone wasn't around. It was wrong of me to do and continue to after that night."

"No, tell me you don't mean that. I need you. You're the one that's always on my mind, I can't get you out of it like that."The look on his face would have made you take back your words any other time. He looked so defeated, voice pleading with you to change your mind. 

"I'm sorry."

"So that's it?"

"I'm sorry." You gave one last smile before walking out of the club. You didn't look back because you knew you would fall back into his trance if you did. 

[herasversion]

Professional athlete?

Charles Leclerc x reader

Summary: A relaxing day at the beach takes an unexpected turn when you lay eyes on the worst athlete you've ever seen.

A/N: No use off y/n reader is a female but gender is not specifed. 668 words and a few words in bad french no other warnings are needed.

masterlist

Alright, you have to admit to yourself that you're not a professional athlete, but the handsome man at the front of the beach most certainly isn't one either. I mean, you're not a great football player, but he is somehow way worse.

But the most incredible aspect of it all is that he doesn't even look ugly while doing it, although I suppose it is difficult to look ugly while doing it if you have the most beautiful smile I have ever seen, with dimples and a six-pack.

And there's a certain charm to watching him fail to score a goal. After all, the rest of his friends are definitely not ugly either. I mean, you're almost tempted to post about them on TikTok or walk up to them and ask if being hot is a requirement for being friends with them.

As you relish in watching youre beach crush with brunette hair fail to score a goal, you suddenly hear a laugh next to you. You turn your head to look at your friend. "What, he's hot! Yes, and terrible at football," she laughs. "Like you haven't been looking at the guy with brown eyes who can score a goal," I say as I laugh.

As you relish in watching your beach crush with brunette hair fail to score a goal, you suddenly hear a laugh next to you. You turn your head to look at your friend. "What, he's hot! Yes, and terrible at football," she says as she laughs. "Like you haven't been looking at the guy with brown eyes who can score a goal," you say as you laugh.

Shit! There goes your cocktail all over you." As you turn your head to watch what hit your cocktail, you see the cute guy with the dimples walking over with the football in hand and a panic-stricken look.

Fuck, sorry," he says as he fluffs up his beautiful hair. "My friends aren't very good at football.

As you hear him speak, you realize that he has a beautiful accent. Until you remember what he said: "Your friends aren't very good at football." You question him.

What?" he says with a confused puppy look accompanied by a smirk, as if he knows why I am questioning him. "Well, I watched you play, and your friends don't really seem to be the problem," I say with a smile. "You've been watching me play, mon cheri?" he questions with a smirk.

As I fluster and try to come up with a response, my friend laughs. Well, she laughs until brown eyes comes up and smiles at her. Then she also flusters. He laughs and shouts, "You're coming with the ball, Charles, or are you staying with the beautiful ladies?´´Charles, what a fitting name I decide, Charles sends his friend a grimacing look, and I say, "I'm coming. Someone needs to beat you, Carlos," I laugh as I watch them stumble away.

Scratch that friend part about him and Carlos because this game seems a lot less friendly. I also see my friend looking at the scene with a panicked look in her eyes. I decide enough is enough and look at my friend, saying, "Let's go back to the bar until we witness someone break a bone." My friend gives me a doubting look until we see a lanky blond go down crying.

As we are walking to the bar, I am suddenly stopped by a shout, "Mon cheri, where are you going?" I look back and see Charles looking at me. I laugh and roll my eyes, showing my glass, and say, "I am getting a refill." He smiles back and says, "Ah, good, but come back. You need to see me win, mon cheri." "Your win, Carlos?" scoffs. He looks at my friend and says, "Don't worry, princesa, you'll watch me win.

My friend rolls her eyes, grabs my arm, and pulls me to the bar, saying, "Come on, I need a strong drink to watch this mating dance. Honestly, who are they trying to impress?" You I say with a laugh and order us a drink. She laughs and blushes, and I tease her. As we get our drinks, I say, "Come on, let's watch the sequel to the mating dance.

As we walk to our place at the beach, I notice that the football game is a lot less active. Well, it was a lot less active until they noticed us, it seems.

Just as we are sitting down, I suddenly hear a scream. I look up and notice it is Charles. Before I even notice what I am doing, I am walking to him and crouching next to him, panicked. "Are you okay?" I ask. Charles is still groaning until he notices it is me and suddenly tries to act like his left foot hurts way less by joking, "Well, everything is better now that you are here."

I scoff and stand up. Charles tries to do the same and grimaces. I notice it immediately and help him, saying, "Come, we'll sit down." Charles looks at me and says, "Anything you want, mon cheri."

We stumble over to the place where my friend and I sit. As Charles plops down on my chair, I say, "Let me have a look at your foot." Charles looks panicked and says, "No, that is not necessary, mon cheri." I laugh and say, "Don't worry, I don't have a foot fetish."

He shakes his head and says, "Non, non, Joris is already on his way." "Jorris?" I question. "Yes, my trainer," he says. "You have a personal trainer?" I ask. "Well, of course, mon cheri, I am an athlete after all.

You're an athlete?" I scoffed. He looked playfully offended. "Yes, I am, mon cheri. Do you have a problem with that?" I laughed and replied, "No, I don't have a problem with that. I just doubt that

Why do you doubt that?" he asks. I laugh. "Well, I saw your football skills, and they're not professional athlete-worthy," I say. He laughs so hard that he almost falls off the chair and hurts his foot again, grimacing. "What did I say?" I ask innocently.

Well, I am most certainly not a football player," he says, laughing. "I know," I say, "but what are you then?" He grins and replies, "Well, I am a Formula 1 racer, obviously, mon cheri." I scoff and retort, "Sure, and I am the president."

He smiles, his beautiful dimples accentuating his charm, and says, "But I am, mon cheri. Why don't I prove it to you?" I look at him doubtfully and say, "Sure, prove it to me," leaning in closer. Suddenly, I notice beside his beautiful eyes, he also has beautiful lips.

As he bites his lip and gazes into my eyes, we are suddenly interrupted by a shout, "Charles, are you alright?" It's a man whom I presume is Joris.

As Joris keeps fretting over him and scolding him, I chuckle at the situation. Before I even realize it, several minutes have gone by, and Joris is speaking about bringing Charles home.

I realize that it might be the last moment I'll see that beautiful man. However, just as I'm thinking that, he turns around as if he suddenly remembers me. He hands me a piece of paper and gives me a kiss on the cheek before Joris helps him stumble away.

I sit down where Charles just sat and laugh as I notice it's a fake paddock pass to the Grand Prix this weekend. I turn to my friend and say, "Charles thinks he's a Formula 1 driver." She looks at me bewildered and laughs. "Come on, please tell me you know who that is." I laugh and say no. She looks at me like I'm crazy and says, "Only you could not realize you've been flirting with Charles Leclerc, Ferrari's number one driver."

[lavendergalactic]

☆ 　cherie x crush matching icons!

day 1 of @aquariium-ediits event ! "a fictional pair you think would celebrate valentine's day together" f2u w/ credit, reblog appreciated!

well i mean they canonically spend valentines day together as a couple! and i wanted to do cherie and crush because they're just me and my boyfriend, so this is also a little gift for him (i love you locket!)

inspired by hiddencircus' eimiko post :3

[ameliablakesblog]

Too Good of an Arrangement- Charles Leclerc

Day 2 of Smutmass Lets Go!!!!!

Charles Leclerc x Fem!Reader Words: 1.6k Warnings: Swearing, SMUT 18+ (Minors DNI), Fingering, Pure Sex tbh, praise kink & breeding kink Summary: They were best friends who fucked. An arrangement which satisfied them both. Today was just another day of the arrangement.

“You took your time”.

Charles had you pressed against the door the minute you had walked into his apartment, peppering kisses down your neck, you waist being held hostage by his hands. You didn’t try to stop him. All you had thought about during your shit day at work was this, so the minute he pulled you into his apartment, you happily complied; kicking your shoes off and starting to undo your belt.

At some point in the past two years of your friendship, you had formed a friend with benefits agreement with Charles. Originally, it was only supposed to be a short time thing. The idea of using each other for sex rather than finding random weirdos off the internet seemed far more appealing to both of you. However, you were now 6 months into said agreement and no plans to stop had been formed. You had both formed a routine, going out with mutual friends in the day, but in each other’s bed by the night.

During this time however, you had caught feelings. You tried to blame it on the sex- because Jesus Christ was it good. But deep down you always knew you had a small crush on your best friend.

Charles noticing your struggle with your belt laughed and moved to help you. His hands undid the loop and helped remove it from you, but he didn’t stop there. He looked at you, glint in his eye before he ran his hand over your clothed pussy. You’ve always hated teasing- something he knew, so the glare you gave him was completely justified. His hand moved to pop your jeans button and pull down your zipper, while you greedily tried to lift his shirt. He briefly paused his movements to let you remove his shirt before he was back on your neck. His hand went back to your waist respectively, but you were needy. You grabbed his hand before bushing it underneath your jeans into your pussy. You moaned at the contact whereas he laughed into your neck because of your movements.

“Such a needy slut for me, aren’t you Cherie?” He moved his hand to run between your soaking folds. You bit your lip at the feeling, feeling his fingers graze your clit before dipping to rest against your entrance. He tapped it twice before pulling away completely, moaning at the loss you turned to face him. Unbeknownst to you, Charles had moved his head so that when you turned, his lips would brush against yours. You whimpered at the feeling and pushed your lips against his. Allowing him to take the control, he deepened the kiss- stroking your mouth with his tongue. You could feel him trying to pull away and whimpered before trying to keep the kiss going, he laughed again at your neediness. “Now, now Cherie, you don’t want me to fuck you against this door, do you?”.

God that name, Cherie. It makes you fold every time, and he knows it. He pulls away completely before stepping to the side, allowing you to pass. Moving towards the bedroom, you halted briefly and turned to face him. One thing no one knew about you both was you both had a power complex; which was what made the sex so fun. Knowing Charles currently had the upper hand, you removed your top and jeans completely- flaunting to Charles your lack of bra and your lacy red thong. You mentally thanked yourself for your choice of underwear this morning, seeing Charles jaw go slack at the sight of you. You moved your hand up to pinch your nipple while tilting your head at Charles; biting your lip seductively. Charles loved to watch you touch yourself, so you knew you had the control again.

Charles moved closer to you, his eyes never swaying from your hand on your tit. You moved backwards, knowing the route off by heart to his bedroom.

Once you made it over the threshold you jumped onto the bed, letting your back fall against the soft mattress and you moaned at the feeling. Charles bed was so enticing, you could easily fall asleep on it after the day you’d had, but first you needed to sort the pulsing between your legs.

Charles had made his way over to you by now, his eyes dark with desire as he watched you tugging on your tits; small whimpers falling from your lips.

Noticing the lack of touch from him you sat up, he hadn’t moved from his spot which frustrated you to no end. It was like he wanted to send you feral today, something which you didn’t want.

“Charles, are you going to fuck me? Or shall I go home and use my toy instead?” It was a dangerous comment. He hated the idea of you using your toys instead of him to cum. Sometimes, for fun, he’d use your vibrator to edge you, before replacing it with his cock when you’d get close to the edge; loving the feeling of you milking his cock.

He moved suddenly, hands grabbing at your thong before pulling it to the side. He freed his cock from his pants before rubbing it across your folds, your wetness lubricating him ready. He groaned into your ear, loving the feeling. He could’ve cum like this, grinding over your pussy, feeling your little jerks when his tip would hit your clit. He could feel you becoming impatient, turning to look at you briefly. You were watching him, desperate for him to push his cock into you. Every time his tip ran over your opening, you’d lift your hips up- trying to slip it in unconsciously. He seemed to be enjoying this too much, so you moved your hand up to your lips. He watched your mouth open, little pants leaving his lips as you licked your palm, pushing your hand down to stroke him. He moaned at the feeling, you were giving him long harsh strokes and pressing it closer against your wet cunt.

“Does that feel good baby? Or does this feel better?” You didn’t give him time to respond before you pushed his tip into your opening, lifting your hips to take him further inside of you. Feeling him stretch your walls caused you to release a pornographic moan. Charles, becoming suddenly very alert, took over the control and pushed in further. He pulled out briefly to the tip again before thrusting his hips hard to meet yours. The angle wasn’t right, so Charles pulled out briefly before moving your leg from around your waist to his shoulder. Pushing in was like throwing a stone into water, your walls sucking him in and he was able to go fully in. You both moaned at the pleasure before starting to chase your orgasms. It was animalistic. Charles fucked you like a man starved, his hips jutting into yours while you kept lifting your hips up to match his. You were chanting in his ear, the mixture of ‘Fuck’ ‘Yes’ and ‘Charles’ fuelling him further to bring you both closer to the edge. The bed creaked underneath you, telling your neighbours just how good he was fucking you.

Charles was in awe. Watching you throw your head back and your tits bouncing to his every thrust. He kept thrusting harder, loving the pornographic moans coming out your mouth. He could feel you getting close, your slick walls clenching around him and the chants falling from your lips. He wasn’t that far away either, but the feeling of being inside you was driving you crazy. He changed positions, allowing him to grind into you. He loved watching you going up the bed from his thrusts. He lowered his mouth to your tits, biting on your nipple before swapping to the other one, feeling you clench around him at the feeling. He needed to make you cum, he needed to feel you cumming around his cock.

It was like mind reading when you lifted your head up to look into each other’s eyes, both eyes hazy with lust; mouths open at the feeling.

“Please” You were so close. Your hips grinding up into his, trying to chase your release. Little beads of sweat were dotted across his hairline, the ball in his gut building. You bit your lip, he could feel your tits grazing against his chest with every thrust. It was too much for you both to handle.

“Please, cum inside me Charles”

God he’d forgotten about your breeding kink. He groaned before dropping his head into your neck. His thrust changed to become animalistic once again, hearing you cry at the feeling. 

‘Gonna fill your pussy up Cherie, is that what you want? My cum inside your pussy”.

You exploded around his cock at his words. You were whimpering into his ear, grinding shamelessly onto his cock. Charles followed you after, cumming into your pussy; breathing erratic.

You both stayed there for a minute, allowing your breathing to return to normal. Whenever you both have sex, it all becomes very overwhelming for both of you; whether that was down to the amazing sex or the unspoken feelings- you both didn’t know.

Charles groaned as he pulled out, sitting back to watch his cum drip out of you. You whimpered at the feeling, almost groaning from the overstimulation as Charles collected his cum before fucking it back into you with his fingers. 

He stopped to look up at you. Both watching each other. Small, satisfied smiles rested on your face. 

Neither of you two knew about the feelings for each other. Both too scared to tell each other how they truly felt in case this little deal had to stop.

Maybe this agreement was a bad idea, but neither of you were going to stop it. Not when it was just too good of an arrangement.

[llocket]

✧ 　cherie x crush matching stamps

f2u, credit & reblog appreciated! ↳ self indulgent!! ++ good in dark & light mode

guys guess who learned to make stamps (it was not hard at all. 💀)

[fishsticksloser]

Hi! Just wanted to say I love you fics! I tried to find on your page whether or not your requests are open or not but if they aren't just delete this and sorry. This is my first time requesting anything and I'm not sure if I'm doing it right tbh. but I was wondering if you could do a rise Leo x reader where Leo flirts with them with cheesy puck up lines but reader flirts back by teasing and Leo does not get that's what's going on. Eventually reader stars calling him "mon cheri"(my love in French, I think, I do not know French) and she tells him it means dumb. Leo doesn't know so he just goes along with it until they go to run of the mill and she calls him that and Hueso is just like, "how did you get a partner??" And Leo is like "what?? It means stupid" then hueso says something along the lines of "Pepino, I may not know much French, and you may be dumb, but that's not what that means."

Gender neutral or female pronouns please.

Sorry again if your requests aren't open and if this is to specific🫠

Mon Cheri

Leo x gn!reader

Warnings: fluff, Leo is kinda dumb, cheesy pick up lines, French

A/N: Mon cheri actually means 'my darling', my love in French is 'mon amour'. This is all over the place, sorry ://

It started as harmless flirting.

"Are you made of stardust? Because you’re out of this world!"

But as time went on... Leo started developing a bigger and bigger crush on you.

"Is your smile made of sunshine? Because it brightens up my day."

You would giggle and blush a little, which only made him try harder. He wanted to impress you, wanted to hear you laugh more.

"Do you believe in fairy tales? Because our love story is going to be legendary."

Of course, his brothers did nothing to help him. They didn't encourage him or anything.

Why? Well... They thought that you two had already discussed it and we're together. After all, it's like Leo couldn't stop holding your hand or having some part of himself touching some part of you.

꒦꒷⚔️꒷꒦

"Mon cheri, can you help me with something?" You ask Leo. His brothers perk up, this was the first time you'd ever used a pet name for Leo. Leo laughs, standing up to help you with whatever you needed.

"What does that mean?" He asks, linking his arm with yours.

"Dumb." You reply, which makes Leo laugh a bit more.

"I can live with that."

꒦꒷⚔️꒷꒦

Mon cheri meant dumb.

Mon amour meant idiot.

The list went on.

No one corrected your or Leo. Raph, April, and Mikey thought Leo knew the truth and it was just a joke. Donnie, on the other hand, knew that Leo had access to the Internet and could easily look it up. Just because he didn't, it wasn't Donnie's responsibility.

Leo didn't even know, didn't care if you were actually calling him dumb and an idiot. He likes that you had little nicknames for him.

The pick up lines certainly didn't stop either. He flirted with you every chance he got cause... You weren't his yet.

꒦꒷⚔️꒷꒦

Leo took you to Run of the Mill for some pizza, wanting to spend more time with you. Hueso of course had to come over and overhear you call Leo 'mon cher' which piqued his intrest.

"Pepino, I had no idea you were in a relationship." Hueso grins, motioning to you as you sit across from Leo.

"Y/N?" Leo questions, looking at Heuso with the most dumbfounded look he could muster.

"Yes. They called you mon cheri." The skeleton nods, questioning how the turtle managed to make it so far in life.

"It means dumb." Leo replies, still not understanding what Hueso was saying. Heuso scoffs, shaking his head.

"I may not be fluent in French, Pepino, but I believe that means my darling." Heuso chuckles and walks away as Leo turns to look at you, his mouth held open.

"I trusted you!" He whispers angrily, well... Not angry, more in disbelif. "I though you were teaching me French!"

"You're the one who just blindly believed me! You have access to the internet and a brother who is fluent in many languages including French!" You point out, Leo drags your chair to him. Surely Leo wouldn't suddenly turn on you and smite you in front of everyone... Would he?

Soon your chair is right in front of his, your legs between his. "What is dumb in French?" Leo asks suddenly, his hands on your chair so you can't move.

"Slang? Bête..." You respond immediately, Leo nods, seeming to take in that information.

"Good... I guess you should just call me that now."

"Why?"

"Because I was dumb, thinking this was all one sided, not even thinking to actually fact check." Leo doesn't wait another moment, leaning forward to kiss you so softly. He pulls away, his tail thumping against the chair. "Think I kind of deserve that title."

[makeyoumine69]

Till Death Do Us Part Masterlist 🪓 | Patrick Bateman x Innocent!Fem!Reader Series

— PAIRING: Patrick Bateman x Innocent!Fem!Reader; [no y/n]

— SYNOPSIS: 1987. Your name is Rebecca Rice, you were born in Houston, Texas, but then your family moved to New York City in hopes of a better life. And it really paid off, as your father became successful in business and made several important acquisitions—the Bateman family being one of them. You and Patrick have known each other since childhood, but you have never liked each other. A golden boy from day one, he despised you because you were not as rich as he was. Fortunately, you parted ways after high school and have seen each other several times over the years, as your mother has a good relationship with Mrs. Bateman. At some point, you even thought that your teenage crush on Patrick had faded and you finally managed to build relationships with another guy, but sadly, it didn't work out because your family didn't accept him. Just like they didn't like your choice of career, but you didn't care because you always wanted to work in the medical field and help people, being a nurse was really tough. The hardest times came when one day your mother told you that in order to help your father you had to marry Patrick Bateman and you had no other choice because you didn't even know what was behind this deal, but you promised yourself that one day you would find the answers to all your questions. If you survived this marriage, of course. For it was obvious that sooner or later everyone would expect you to bring an heir into this world. The world of corruption and sin.

— CONTAINS: SMUT, ARRANGED MARRIAGE, enemies to lovers dynamics, dark explicit sexual content, drugging, breeding, misogyny, degradation, objectification, etc.

— A/N: This is my secret writing project that I've been working on all this time with one of my good friends. I couldn't stop thinking about the concept of an arranged marriage since I wrote Obsession. So I decided to make an experiment and write a story with a reader, but without y/n, who has an established background and name. I hope it works out and you will enjoy experiencing this story through Rebecca's eyes!

Amazing cover by @iron-flavored-lipgloss!💋

Chapter one — 02/07/2024

Chapter two — 05/07/2024

Chapter three — 10/07/2024

Chapter four — 13/07/2024

Chapter five — 24/07/2024

Chapter six — 03/08/2024

Chapter seven — 05/08/2024

Chapter eight — 09/08/2024

Chapter nine

Chapter ten

Related songs:

Kim Wilde — You Keep Me Hangin’ On

 Stevie Nicks — Edge of Seventeen

 Britney Spears — Criminal

Stevie Wonder—Part-Time Lover

Sade—Smooth Operator

Roxette—Listen to Your Heart

Laura Branigan—Self Control

Modern Talking—Cheri Cheri Lady

Pet Shop Boys—It’s a Sin

Miley Cyrus—Gimme What I Want

Pastel Ghost—Shadows (Slowed Version)

Britney Spears—Break The Ice

Katy Perry—E.T.

Madonna—Like a Prayer

Cascada—Everytime We Touch (Acoustic)

Thank you for your time!🖤✌

[thyln4gf]

Cheri cheri lady

✞ Watching you on the top step of the podium for the first time, while still in your rookie year... It all tasted a little bitter for Lando, but he wasnt complaining too much... he did get the best view out of them all - right from p2.

✞ Word count - 808

✞ I have synesthesia! Heres 5 songs that I associate with this fic - "american jesus" - Nessa Barrett, "heavy metal lover" - Lady Gaga, "flawless" - The Neighbourhood, "take me back to eden" - Sleep Token, "hall of fame" - The Script. Note - i do have a whole playlist. Ask if you want it.

✞ Warnings - none, I guess. A lot of fluffy shite. Slightly suggestive. A short little blurb inspired by Landos first win<3 Gg, my boy.

✞ Lando Norris x Mercedes!Reader

The sound of a crowd yelling someone elses name annoyed him till no end - it reminded him of the fact that he hasnt won yet, and that hes currently holding a pretty sad record - the highest number of podiums without a win. That, until it came to you - it immediately became something that he wanted to hear over and over. It was almost as sweet as the champagne swirling down his body, the sun kissing his face, or the sweet, sweet sound of an anthem that wasnt the dutch one.

It all started at the beginning of the season, really. He was intimidated by you at first, just a little - for the first quali of the season, your rookie season, you had already grabbed the pole. But, quickly enough, he found himself getting more and more curious about you. He would ask you about the weather, or about the ridiculous activities the media admins made you do - to "see if it matched his". It was far from enough for him though - he wanted to know everything about you. How do you like your waffles? He wanted to ask you about that. He wanted to ask you about breakfast and honey. Sunlight. Do you like strawberry smoothies? What was the name of your childhood cat? Do you have any scars?

There were so many things he wanted to say, but didnt know how to. Thats why he spent quite a bit of his time quietly observing you. He felt as if you were just a mere result of his imagination - one touch, just one taste - and youd disappear.

His newly found obsession, however, was watching the wide grin fighting for its place on your face. You were stood on that step, taking up the space that you deserved oh so much. He was a little jealous of the success that you found yourself in so soon, but he couldnt peel his eyes away from you - the way you were stood there, proud. The golden hour danced on your face, making the sweat drenched features pop out. Just like him, the sun seemed to enjoy your eyes - they looked like the shiniest gems you could find.

The champagne celebration rolled around. He was already giggling, looking forward to absolutely drowning you in the sticky, sweet, liquid luck. He looked at Daniel on the other side, the English anthem for Mercedes coming to an end. They both wiggled their eyebrows at each other, seemingly getting the exact same idea, and locking it in.

They could have planned all they wanted, honestly - but you were just quicker. You jumped off the step quickly, it almost looked like you were flying. To Landos surprise, you didnt go for your usual move. Instead, you seemed to use his - the famous champagne floor smash. He was so pleasantly surprised that he didnt even register a stream of the beverage aimed right into the centre of his face. Wiping the champagne from his eyes, he saw your wide grin - and Daniel getting the back of your head. You shrieked - and it wasnt from the surprise, he knew. You washed your hair just this morning.

As much as he would have wanted that scene to last forever... Like all good things, it quickly came to an end. But that meant that he got to stand by your side for the photo - and it made him nervous, almost like a young, teenage boy, whos crush went to the same school.

He was nervous. Oh, so nervous. He was a little scared of messing something up, taking great measures to avoid exactly that. He did end up on the wrong side of the step, somehow. He didnt even notice, but thats until he felt your hands on his waist, gently gripping onto the material of his suit.

"Youre in the wrong spot, darling." You had murmured into his ear, gently guiding him to where you wanted him. A smirk was so evident in your tone, even if he wasnt looking at your face.

The hands.

The. Gentle. Fucking. Hands.

His stomach quickly got filled with a ton of butterflies, his brain shortcircuiting. He would have frozen in the spot, if the circumstances had allowed him. And he did, at first - was given a slap to the back of his head by Daniel quickly enough to not be noticed, though. Or, thats what he thought - people were talking about it already, and it would continue for days. If not weeks. And not even the fact that you just casually moved him, just like that. Not the placement of your hands - but the fact that he could be seen blushing, all shy, like a little girl.

Despite it not being his victory, it was his favourite podium of all time already. But, who knew. Maybe the next one was gonna be his?