#IDK HER hope i did her justice

[mikufanclub]

hi... you have.. very very very beautiful art. it's cozy and gothic at the same time. i seriously wish i could look like your patchy drawings irl 😭 if you're ok with requests, could you please draw ako udagawa or rinko from bang dream girls band party? i'd implode and explode if i saw them in your art style 😭❤❤❤

you are so incredibly sweet ;_;

[bitter--boxx]

panda amy rose 💖🐼💚 another drawing for today ^_^

[akamikazae]

"my creator can't draw, what did you expect?" - saya.

(<3)

hehehe! She pretty cute tho w her lil frowny face !<33 but…Liesss!!! I have a distinct memory a very lovely dance au drawing !!  ~Also I hope you don’t mind I doodled the girlies--sipping tea and spilling tea ☕️💕 (I put it under the cut just in case)

I joke-i joke, I kid-I kid--they know we love them<33

[marmotish]

Hugs! Maybe 12 or 34! If it isn't awkward could it be with my MC Indigo, I just think two tall scots with curious hair colors would probably get along 🙈 Or any character you prefer xD

79 Hugs

Hug 26/79

34. Hug to prevent a fight

pre-match trash talk takes a wrong turn when one of the Gryffindors crosses the line in making fun of Freyja’s teammates.

(hug prompts)

[cream-and-tea]

[ID. A digital drawing of Mack and Val from Valerie Saintly Is Totally Normal sitting back-to-back against a gradient red-to-pink background. Mack is a very pale person with black hair, heart-shaped sunglasses, and black nailpolish. It’s wearing a black button down patterned with pineapples over a black turtleneck, glittery silver pants and black combat boots with earrings shaped like tiny goldfish bags in her ears. He leans back towards Val with a smile, left hand gesturing in emphasis. Val is a girl with bright pink hair, purple eyes, and faint scars crisscrossing her face. She wears a dark green grocery store uniform vest over a layered purple button up, green t-shirt and white long sleeve, ripped jeggings and brown shoes. She glances back at Mack with her cheek pillowed against her right hand. The background behind them is full of text that reads Valerie Saintly Is Totally Normal in various different fonts. END ID]

you ever hear what happened to that girl who saved to world? (characters belong to @nicola-writes)

[winnie-the-monster]

Me at the legacies writers

[protagchihiro]

@stargloom tbh the only reason i drew her out of anyone else was bc i heart the color pink anyways i was this anon btw

[lemony-snickers]

Seedlings for Kakashi and female reader please (this is PF and I’ve been going through it lately and my own kakarisa rambles aren’t making me feel better so I would really appreciate it <3 (not that I’m asking for kakaoc that’s too much of an ask) (equally if you have too many for this request that’s completely fine) 🌸🌸🌸

hey, @pfreadsandwrites it's never too much to ask for that <3

Risa glares down at the patch of ill-tended earth before her. Attempting to garden had clearly been a mistake, but she's too deep in it, now, and so she forges ahead, scraping her small trowel into the dirt as she thins a row of carrots.

She only hopes her brother will eventually forgive her for so completely demolishing the delicate plants he gifted her a few weeks ago.

"Who brings seeds back from a mission, anyway?" she wonders, shaking her head.

Risa's wide brimmed hat shades her face as she kneels in the small makeshift garden bed she constructed, the rich smell of damp soil mingling with the scent of freshly cut grass drifting from someone's yard nearby. She sneezes, wiping carefully at her nose with her sleeve to avoid smearing dirt across her face.

She's glad for the gardening gloves Zekuu delivered with the seedlings, at least. She can't imagine how her nails would fare against her new hobby without them.

She sighs, letting her eyes drift from the terribly limp-looking stalks of her meager future harvest to the hutch where her two rabbits sit happily nibbling on the greens she left for them when she first came outside.

"It would be nice to grow food for them," she mutters.

But any hope Risa might have for a hearty yield of veggies has likely already been dashed for the season. Maybe next year.

As she stands to brush herself off, the wind changes swiftly, lifting Risa's sunhat off her head. She chases it a few steps, but gives up rather quickly, frowning.

She should have ditched the gardening for a book about tending vegetables instead.

With her hat gone, Risa realizes the sun has disappeared behind a set of rather ominous-looking clouds and she scrambles to gather her tools and return her rabbits inside before it rains.

She's much more comforable once she's back in her kitchen, a cup of tea in hand as she stands by a window, watching drops of rain chase one another over the glass pane. With how hard it's coming down, Risa imagines whatever persistent plants might have perservered under her inept (and definitely not green) thumb are likely being pummeled into oblivion.

At least she can blame the garden's failure on Konoha's irate weather patterns instead of her own lack of skill if anyone asks.

She's about to go find a book to occupy the rest of her rainy day when there is a soft knock on her door. Not expecting company, she walks cautiously over, confused.

"Who is it?" she calls, leaning close to the wood so she can listen for a response.

"I have your hat."

Risa tugs her lip between her teeth, all her garden woes suddenly forgotten when she hears Kakashi's voice emanating from the other side of the door.

She yanks it open perhaps a little too quickly, already smiling.

And there stands Kakashi Hatake, soaked to the skin, holding a sodden and slightly trampled sunhat in his hands.

Risa tries not to laugh, but a slight giggle escapes her, anyway. "Forget an umbrella?" she asks.

Chuckling, Kakashi steps over the threshold, careful not to step too far inside while he's still dripping. He holds her hat out to her, "I thought maybe this would keep me dry, but it turns out it's much better suited to sunshine than a downpour."

Risa, still smiling, sets the hat aside and turns toward her bathroom, calling over her shoulder, "I'll be right back with a towel."

Once Kakashi is sufficiently dry, Risa offers to make him a cup of tea and he joins her in the kitchen, peering out through the rain-slick window at her unimpressive garden bed.

"I take it they haven't quite adjusted to your unique gardening style," he teases.

"Stop," Risa says, offering him a steaming mug, "I tried so hard not to kill them, but I think they were beyond saving even before they drowned."

Kakashi chuckles, leaning forward to plant a soft kiss on Risa's nose.

"I'm sure I could ask Tenzo for some help. He's much better with plants than I am."

Risa shakes her head. "No, it's fine. If I kill them, I kill them. It's not like I asked Zekuu to give them to me, he had to know the risks."

That doesn't mean he won't mercilessly tease her over the failure, but she has no doubt he'd find something to tease her for, regardless.

Still, she frowns as she stares out at the little patch of dirt, lamenting the pools of water already collected between her careful lines of snap peas and butter lettuce.

When Kakashi's arms wrap around her waist from behind, Risa startles a little, but he catches her cup before she can spill tea all over herself before resting his chin on her shoulder to watch the rain with her.

"Once the weather clears up, I can rig a tarp over it so it won't flood again. And I'll bring Tenzo over in a few days to see if there's any way to salvage the harvest."

Risa turns in his grasp just enough to plant a soft kiss on his cheek.

"Thank you," she says.

She doesn't really care all that much about the garden, but knowing Kakashi cares enough to help her make it a success means the world.

Maybe she'll make a stop at the library once it stops raining to check out the garening section. She can't be the only hopeless novice who's ever tried to raise crops in their backyard.

For now, though, standing in Kakashi's embrace, quietly enjoying a rainy afternoon, is all Risa cares about.

[primsycoldbottles]

[Image Description: A digital bust drawing of an original character. X is a medium-dark skinned person with deep green hair pulled into a ponytail, and yellow eyes. She is posed slightly hunched, leaning her cheek on her palm, while her other arm is tucked around her waist, and she is looking down to the side with a tepid expression, her brows furrowed slightly. X is wearing a light blue tank top, a red oversized sweater with white accent lines, and a blue hair tie in her ponytail. There is a large question mark and exclamation point in scarlet red colouring next to X's head. The background is shades of blue, purple, and pink with large glitters. End ID]

this is my @oc-giftexchange2022 piece for @originb !! i had fun making it, so i hope you enjoy :D !!! it was really incredible to be part of such a cool gift exchange idea and to be able to see others awesome ocs <3333

[seilon]

i usually dont comment on these kinds of things because they shouldnt be treated with the level of weird parasocial interest they tend to be on social media generally but. claire (lil tay) was so fucking young. it doesnt take knowing her personally to feel just how jarring and genuinely tragic her sudden death is. like shit. she was only 14. she didnt even get to live her own life. sorry if this is pointless and theres no call to action or anything here but. jesus.

[burningcrab]

hi ummm. jaylen/cali + 53 for the kiss prompts?

53. reassuring kisses

The dugout is awash with blood and bits of peanut. No one wants to stand in it, but Jaylen doesn’t even have the strength to do that. The feedback croons until her blood-streaked jersey flows to gentle blue, and she stumbles-falls-collapses down to hands and knees in the awful crimson swill.

Every atom of her lurches with the peaks and valleys of the feedback’s drone. Her hands judder, images splitting off as ghosts and vanishing into endless reality. She can’t stop flickering. Her head’s tearing in two. Urges, primal rage, the need to crush and destroy and conquer without pity. Clarity, steely resolve, the certainty of victory at any cost to protect everyone else. It’s too much. She wants to lie here in the dugout until the Hall lets her back in.

A touch at the back of her hand. Jaylen almost screams.

The presence helps her up. As red starts dripping over the edge of the dugout again, painting her newly-blue jersey a heavy purple shade, it turns her to see dozens of eyes and a tall mass of vines and leaves.

When Caligula Lotus brushes Jaylen’s hair and holds her, she’s gentle. Jaylen’s breath doesn’t stabilize, but she grips the closest vine like it’s the only real thing left in the world.

Cali places two leaves on Jaylen’s cheek where a tear-track is drying. Jaylen gets the message and nods, choking back words that wouldn’t come anyway. She kisses Cali back, just as soft, on something that passes for a hand. When Cali’s eyes turn to her, she just lets a tiny noise through and nods. It’s false bravado. Jaylen isn’t one for team spirit.

They hold each other until the sky flares pink again. The sound builds on itself. Jaylen closes her eyes, and the world rips her back into hell.

[cloudyvulpine]

i finally did my girl justice after too damn long (though not fully cause i fucked up the hAT)

[24062]

bought the government of no one by ruth kinna and the communist manifest (for $10!!) today :))

[eiightysixbaby]

hi there! i'm OBSESSED with your eddie works and I had a lil request for u!

(if this is out of your comfort zone, I totally get btw, i'm just actually hormonal rn)

thinking about reader and eddie while she's ovulating and absolutely, positively feral... maybe they've only been together for a little while and they've fucked before, but he's never really seen that side of her... idk i'm just thinking a lot of thoughts rn

thanks! 💞

hi angel! thank you so much!!! 🥹🫶🏻 i hope i did your request justice 🩵

18+ only plssss. fem!reader, unprotected piv

The clock ticks obnoxiously where it hangs on the wall, marking each passing second that won’t pass fast enough.

It’s not unusual for a shift at the library to go slowly, but today time feels like it’s trudging through thick molasses; barely crawling by. Or maybe it’s just going backwards at this point, who knows.

You chew at the cap of your pen, reading the same sentence of the novel in front of you over and over yet not fully comprehending it. Trying to ignore the desperate ache between your thighs, the heat that pools in the pit of your stomach. It had been a relentless desire for the last couple of hours, a hunger that couldn’t be sated just yet.

But the promise of seeing your boyfriend after work had you chewing-through-your-leash desperate for your shift to end. You know Eddie had a nice dinner planned for the two of you tonight, but all you can think about is how badly you need his hands on you. It makes you feel bad, but you can’t rid yourself of thoughts of his lips on your neck, his fingers splitting you open, your hips grinding against him. This always happens when you’re ovulating, only this time… you’re not hiding it.

The last couple of times, you’d made do with your vibrator at home; embarrassed to let Eddie see this side of you. Your relationship was still quite new, and you weren’t sure if ripping his clothes off any chance you got would scare him away or not. This time, though? You can’t hold back any longer.

The end of your shift arrives at long last, and you practically fling yourself from your receptionist chair. You gather your belongings with haste, throwing everything into your shoulder bag before hightailing it out the door. Your keys jangle as you fumble with them, searching for the correct one to unlock your car. Eddie will be expecting you, although maybe not expecting you in the state that you’re in.

It doesn’t take long to get to the trailer park, your thighs pressing together in an attempt to provide even the smallest amount of friction as you drive along familiar roads. Your car is barely in park before you’re killing the engine, ascending the few steps to his trailer door and swinging it open without a knock to alert anyone inside. Wayne isn’t home anyway, so really what do you need to knock for?

Eddie’s frame appears in his bedroom doorway down the small hallway, his face brightening at the sight of you. You feel like you’re sweating just looking at him, your clothes suddenly too tight as the space between your thighs vibrates with need.

“Hey, baby. I didn’t expect you so soon, did you fly over here?” Eddie asks, a lighthearted joke, but he’s not far from the truth.

You don’t even answer him, slipping off your shoes before you’re trodding down the hallway, throwing your arms around his neck when you reach him.

“Baby, what’s—” he starts to speak, only for you to cut him off with a hot kiss to his lips. His voice dies against your mouth, fizzling into a soft whimper as you tug his bottom lip between your teeth.

“Missed you so bad,” you murmur. Your nervousness over how he’d react is tossed out the window, unwilling to wait any longer. “And I’ve been wanting you all fucking day,” you ramble, kissing him between words. “I need you,” you plead, letting a hand fumble with his belt buckle.

He makes a sound that’s halfway between a gasp and a laugh, kissing you before speaking. “Do you not want to go to dinner?” he asks, tilting his head slightly to the side.

“I do,” you admit with a pout. “But I need you right now.” Your hands are on a mission, palming him urgently through denim as if he might disappear any second, never to be touchable again.

The corner of his mouth twitches up in a soft smirk, his thumbs rubbing over your hipbones where his hands hold them.

“I’ve never seen you this needy, sweetheart,” he teases you, brushing his lips across the shell of your ear before he bites at the lobe. “But I like it.”

You whine at this, the slightest touch, and he breathes a quiet laugh.

“Please, Eddie, don’t tease,” you beg as he noses your chin up, kissing at your neck.

He doesn’t listen, taking his time trailing kisses down your soft skin and letting his hands wander but never close enough to where you need him. You can feel yourself dripping, making a mess of your panties. His big hands squeeze your ass, taking greedy handfuls. You let out a moan, louder than you’d intended, earning the nip of his teeth against your skin. Taunting.

You’re riled up, frustrated beyond belief, huffing where you stand before you decide you’ve had enough.

You press your hands to his chest, pushing him off of you. He’s surprised by the action, giving you the opportunity to grab the collar of his shirt, pulling him over to his bed and letting him fall onto the mattress. He sits on the edge of it, looking up at you equal parts dumbfounded and turned on. Your hands hurriedly undo the hefty buckle on his belt, unzipping his jeans as you start to straddle his lap. His cock is throbbing, leaking as it lays in waiting in your hand once you retrieve it from its confines.

“Told you not to tease,” you say. His big brown eyes roam over your face, his pretty lips parted just slightly in a state of awe. “I need you to fuck me. Now.”

“Yes ma’am,” he obeys, but it’s less him doing the work and more you taking control.

You ruck your skirt up, pushing the fabric of your panties to the side and lining yourself up with his cock, sliding slowly down onto the length of him. Your name escapes his lips as his leaves yours, already starting to rock your hips against his.

He holds you firmly in place on his lap, guiding your movements to the best of his ability. The stretch he provides you with is delicious, exactly what you’d been craving, the entirety of him filling you up perfectly.

“You’re so fucking soaked, baby,” he remarks, bringing one hand up to briefly run through his messy curls, his cheeks already flushed pink. “Feel bad you had to wait so long for me while you’ve been this worked up.”

He’s teasing you, kind of. Pitying you in a way that only makes you ache further. You bounce faster on him, steadying yourself with your hands on his shoulders. He’s cursing under his breath as you’re fucking yourself on his length, riding him with a fervor and determination he hasn’t seen from you yet. He finds it hotter than he’d have ever expected, seeing you in such a state, and it’s taking everything he has not to finish early.

Lucky for him you aren’t far behind, desperate to cum after waiting all day. He lets one of his thumbs lazily circle your clit, sensing your desire to let go in the way your brows furrow in concentration.

Strings of moans tumble from your mouth, curse after curse of his name as you quicken your pace. Your head tips back, pure ecstasy coursing through you as you take what you want from him unashamedly. The rough pad of his finger on your clit makes you feel like you’re on fire, ablaze beneath his touch. His hips buck to meet your bounces, the tip of his cock pressing over and over against your sweet spot.

“Eddie—” you gasp, just as you fall apart on top of him. Your walls grip him like a vice, making him bite down on his lip.

He works you through your high, pulling out when he can’t possibly hold off his orgasm any longer. He pumps his cock in his fist a few times before he spills against your skin, cum dripping down your pussy.

Both panting, sweaty messes, you meet each other’s eyes and laugh.

“Feel better now, sweets?” he asks, lips pressing against yours in a heated kiss.

You break away momentarily, cradling his face in your hands. “You have no idea.”

He smiles. “Well, for what it’s worth, you have permission to use me whenever you need me.”

“Thank god,” you sigh, smiling against his cheek. “Cause I don’t think I’m done for the night.”

[propertyofwicked]

BREATHE - LN

based on this request - (absolutely obsessed with this concept, i hope i did it justice)

sooo i caugh myself thinking about lando's huuuge neck and him probably having kind of a choking kink but on himself ykwym? like reader riding him and putting her hands on his neck without realizing and he's just enjoying it and eventually asks her to choke him a bit harder maybe... idk 😭 could you write something based on this? -anon

warnings: smut! MDNI! riding, choking, unprotected sex, not proofread so apologise for any mistakes!

SONG CHOICE: breathe by bby

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her legs were thrown either side of lando’s, straddling his waist tightly as she ground herself down his cock. his hands rested on her hips, pulling her body to move back and forth on his length. the veins running down his arms enlarged slightly as he used his strength to hold her still for a moment, forcing himself as deep as physically possible inside her.

y/n could feel every movement below her - his hips rolling up into hers, his legs spasming up slightly every time she moaned out his name, his fingers digging into the skin of her thighs, nails scraping the flesh as he did.

“fuck, angel,” he grunted, “so good f’me.”

her head rolled back at his praise, choking out a moan when his hips lifted into her once again, her walls tightening around him as she did. her body fell forward at the feeling, hands moving to rest on his chest for stability. her legs had grown tired ages ago, but the feeling of lando’s cock sliding in and out of her heat as she bounced lightly consumed her every thought, she couldn’t fathom the possibility of this feeling ending.

his hand left her hip, snaking between the two of them to toy with her clit, using the slick coating his cock to allow his fingers to circle it seamlessly. her pleasure intensified, an icy tingle running through her entire body as her grip on his chest slipped. she fell into him further, her hands the only thing stopping her from folding into his chest completely when they landed on the base of his neck. she looked at the man as he lay beneath her, his lips had parted, heavy breaths filling the room, head rolled back into the pillow as a bead of sweat rolled down his forehead.

“fuck, lan, just like that,” she said, encouraging the way his hips jutted into her at the loss of her own movement. lando’s thrusting was faster than her own bouncing, his length hitting new angles as his pushed himself up into her. the feeling had her tightening around not only his cock, but also his neck, her hands sporadically gripping either side. she noticed his breathing hastening again, his assault on her clit faltering slightly.

she tried to push herself back up again to continue grinding down on him, causing the pressure of her body weight to press into lando’s neck again. his head remained still, but the muscles in his neck flexed beneath her hands, a low grumble escaping his throat as she applied more pressure to his airway.

y/n assumed she’d hurt him, despite her hands looking so small and weak compared to his neck. lando moaned out beneath her, choking out her name as he did.

“sorry,” she panted, loosening her grip on his neck, noticing the way their sweat coated her palms slightly. he didn’t respond. instead, his head shot up to look in her eyes, his gaze intense as he shook his head.

“do it again,” lando begged, yet his tone holding a sense of something sinister. a tone that only showed when the roles were reversed. a tone he unintentionally reserved for the times one of his hands was wrapped around her neck, squeezing at her airways.

“are you sure?” she questioned, her fingers running along his jaw as she searched his face for any sign of hesitation.

“angel, please,” he continued to beg her, moving his hand from her clit to hold hers, trailing it slowly down the tanned skin of his face, settling it on his neck. her fingers spread across his throat, pushing the cold metal of his necklace away from the area, her hips pushed her lower body down his cock once more, the feeling of being stretched around him overriding any doubt swimming through her mind.

y/n’s hand tightened apprehensively around his neck once more, using her grip to stabilise the rest of her body as she ground down on him. lando mumbled something incoherent, his words merging into one as he struggled to contain himself.

“is this ok?” she asked him, her eyes softening in her concern.

“y/n, angel,” he replied reassuringly, his tone momentarily soft, “you weren’t even close to hurting me with both hands on my neck. just pl- please, choke me.”

his borderline begging spurred her on, her fingers flat on his neck, thumb on the base of his jaw as she deepened her grip. this was a new experience for the two of them, usually lando being the one to lavish in her begging, hands gripped around her throat as he fucked into her.

and yet, whilst their roles were reversed, lando kept his control over her. his hips now moving in time with hers, hands returning to their grip on her waist, pushing her body down on him. he was her only thought. the way his moaning intensified, the sound filling her brain till she was dumb. excitement filling her veins at the way he fell apart beneath her, more vocal at her every move. and despite the way their position made him look submissive, the control she had of his breathing, fingers squeezing tighter with every thrust, his fingers ran circles around her clit, pinching it lightly when she paused her bouncing - she knew who was in charge.

lando looked at the sight in front of him, at his cock, enamoured by the way y/n sunk down on him, any thoughts wiped away immediately at the sight of his length disappearing inside of her fully, and reappearing covered in her slick. he loved how wet she got for him, even after years together. no matter how many times they did this, she was always ready for him, ready to take everything he had to offer her.

his mouth opened to praise her, trailing his eyes up her body. but the words got caught in his mouth - he didn’t know if it was her tight grip around his neck, the feeling of her skin on his, or the way her breasts moved as she forced his cock into her again. his eyes never got round to meeting hers, as he felt waves of pleasure running through his entire body, his hips thrust up into her suddenly, taking her by surprise, hand falling to the side of him leaving her clit unattended. she started to whine at the loss of contact but with no warning, lando had climaxed, his cum spilling from his tip, filling his girl, leaking out of her as she took him in fully again. her movements haltered at the sudden feeling of his cum spewing into her, her grip on his neck loosened, his large hand subconsciously rocking her hips into his to ride out his own high.

lando took in a deep breathe, heat rising to his face in a mix of shock and embarrassment at how quickly he came undone with her hand around his throat.

“fuck i-” he breathed out, chest shaking as he did. his eyes finally met hers, he noted the way her pupils were blown, and the way her hair fell in front of her face, strands sticking to her cheek. she was ruined, and all because of him. he cupped her face, kissing her softly before tucking her hair behind her ear, “so good for me, love you,” he panted.

“lan, please,” she moaned out, ignoring his words, grinding her hips down on his softening cock. in his shock, he’d momentarily forgotten about her. she was so close, but her orgasm was moving further away from her grasp as time passed.

“i know, baby,” lando cooed at her, feeling somewhat guilty for her predicament, arms wrapping around her and rolling the two of them over so that she laid on her back beneath him. his necklace dangled around her lips, taunting her.

“gonna make you feel so good, yeah? such a good girl,” he mumbled in her ear, pressing a kiss to her jaw before sliding down her body, settling between her legs before pulling them over his shoulder. she was exposed to him, his eyes staring at the way his cum leaked from her. the flesh was red, overstimulated and sore from the stretch of his cock. he let out a breathe, the air blowing on her sensitivity causing her hips to shoot upwards.

“patience, angel. wanna take my time with you.”

-

requests are open!! lemme know your thoughts! <3

[sofs16]

jealousy, jealousy! 2

note thank you for all the love in the first part hehe. idk if i did this justice but here’s a short one!

tags @christianpulisic10 @boherahpsody @hrlzy @sladesthetic @lunamelona @natasha887@toasttt11

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landonorris just saw yn’s post AHAHAHAHA

yn.yln cutest 🥹❤️

yn.yln

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yn.yln all yours🐛

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charles_leclerc 😍😍😍

charles_leclerc Mine!

charles_leclerc Wow😘

charles_leclerc just posted an instagram story! caption: ‘mine’

yn.yln just posted an instagram story! caption: ‘mine!!!’

yn.yln

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yn.yln forever & always 🧡

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charles_leclerc 😍😍😍😘😘

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc 4 years/ forever view all 3,669,383 comments

yn.yln wallpaper : set

yn.yln KAAACHOW 4 YEAR HONEYMOON PHASE

tomblyth

liked by charles_leclerc, yn.yln, and 19,696,282 others tomblyth i hope you all know me and yn were laughing at all the shipping you guys did. theyre too in love to even know i exist most of the time we hangout. view all 6,594,393 comments

charles_leclerc stay back 🤺

⤷ yn.yln 🥹🥹🥹 love you

⤷ charles_leclerc i love you more

⤷ tomblyth i dont love either of you. Get off my page. Get a room

⤷ yn.yln YOU POSTED US?

⤷ tomblyth 🙂

innurdrrs im sorry but will anyone ignore the fact charles leclerc just said ‘stay back🤺’ 😭😭😭😭😭😭