#YESS 😩

[mrsoharaa]

when there's imminent danger and he protectively, swiftly, pulls his arm out in front of you to maneuver you behind him, to shield you from the upcoming danger. >>

[nonuggetshere]

Time to scroll thru ur art tag again to find some refs of ur pk 👀👀

I'VE GOT U

I am yet to draw a full body of him but he's got bug feets (kinda like u give ur Hollow) and a centipede tail (and wings but I consistently forget about them rip)

[caressthosecheekbones]

guys, hey guysgalspals! imma go swimming now yaayy.

[osakunt]

How have y’all been ?!

[ham1lton]

kiss me thru the phone!

pairings - logan sargeant x law student!reader (no faceclaim).

warnings - nothing <3

summary - oscar has a new number. no problem! until logan realises he hasn’t been texting his friend his breakdown but rather some random girl. well… let’s hope you have some good advice at least.

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yourusername: coffee, studying and taking candids of my bestie. isn’t she so pretty when she’s in the midst of a academic breakdown?

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yourbffname: fuck u!!! that picture is kinda cute tho. can’t even see my dark circles 😩

-> yourusername: you’re v gorgeous to me!!!

classmate2: those cookies look amazing 🤩 we need to go for some!!

-> yourusername: yess!!! we should. after tomorrow’s lecture okay for you?

-> classmate2: yes!! 🫶🏼

yourmum: keep up the good work honey!! proud of you!! make sure to drink water and take breaks :D

-> yourusername: ofc!!! can’t wait to come home and see you!

yourchildhoodfriend: can’t believe u got into harvard. rory gilmore wishes.

-> yourusername: you’ll always be the lane to my rory babe <33

-> yourchildhoodfriend: imy!! come home soon!!

-> yourusername: i will!! me and u and the arcade?

-> yourchildhoodfriend: it’s a date! 🥰

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yourusername: england was great. shout out to auntie k! oh, i also met some dude. anyone recognise him?

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logansargeant: he kinda fine 😩😝😜

-> yourusername: he is… too bad he’s mine 🙄

-> logansargeant: when she claims u in public 🤤 >>

oscarpiastri: never seen him before… he a little close to the camera though. if i was you, i’d run.

-> yourusername: good idea. i already got my nikes on.

-> logansargeant: 🙄🙄🙄😒😒😒👎🏻‼️

lilymhe: lovely meeting you babe!!

-> yourusername: yes u too!! need to hang out again soon <3

-> lilymhe: we can ditch our bfs again 🤩

-> alex_albon: ????? NO 😰

yourbffname: girl… did you get the goods?

-> yourusername: the lewis hamilton signed cap?? ofc. think of it as a thank u for motivating me to even do this. <333

-> yourbffname: omg i could kiss u on the mouth but i won’t bc logan might kill me. that last pic a lil scary…

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author’s note: PLEASE ignore the shitty photoshop job on the text messages. the app is usually use to make these texts decided to stop working so i need to find a new one 🙄 also if u guys liked this… u should read my other logan fics — summer lovin’ and manifest it! 😜

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[rosyblooom]

losing ur interest | op81 smau

PAIRING: oscar piastri x fem best friend!reader WARNING(S): kinda angsty SUMMARY: oscar spent the better half of his teens and early twenties pining after his best friend, y/n, with no luck. however, by the time y/n finally sees him in a romantic light, his love is long gone.

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yourusername did i jump in the water fully clothed for my bestie only to get one nice shot?? yes yes i did that and u would do it too for a free dinner! 😌

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username she was an employee! and she was gonna get employee of the month period y/n !!!

yourusername yessir🫡 username 🤣🤣

username so... where is this picture you speak of🧍‍♀️

oscarpiastri 40 cad of food for 1 pic...😐

yourusername not my fault u're so unphotogenic x username oscar bby the public would like to see it pls 🤲🧎‍♀️

username prettyyyy

landonorris the camera guy always gets the short end of the stick smh guess who paid for my food🤨

yourusername uhm... so anyway the weather was soo nice😋 landonorris woow

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oscarpiastri Two best friends in a room, they might...

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username KISS OMG THEY MIGHT FUCKING KISS YESS PLS😭

oscarpiastri 👀👀👀 yourusername ahahahahahaha😂 username ouch...my heart hurts for osc🥹💔 username alright y/n it ain't that funny😐

username AHHJKSH they're so cute omfg

username slowly realising best friends to lovers ain't ever gonna happen with these two😩

landonorris finally give photo credits???🤨

username oop yourusername never 😙❤️

username the way y/n didn't even like the post omg crying and fucking throwing up

username 😭😭 username sigh... nobody talk to me rn 😞

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f1gossipofficial Y/N L/N, Oscar Piastri's long-time childhood best friend, was spotted entering the paddock today! Despite being a fan favourite, she hasn't attended many races and tends to keep to herself.

Nevertheless, fans are thrilled to see Y/N supporting Piastri at this year's Australian Grand Prix!

Best of luck to all drivers today!

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username y/n on insta: 🤪😆🗣️ y/n at a gp: 🤐😊🙈

username LMAOO ...why is this me tho🥲 username she's so real for that lololol username ntm on my girl now, she's just shy🤣🫶

username it's so clear oscar's in love with her omg

username she's not tho☹️

username imagine if oscar wins today👀👀

username she looks so prettyyyyy <3

username ew she's just there for the money and fame🤢

username "long-term childhood best friend" what's not clicking??? yall just be saying anything smh

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A few months later...

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ynfanpage guys have you noticed how giddy and touchy y/n's become around oscar ever since his crash at the aus gp??? these are some pics she's posted since then👀👀👀

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username OMG YES IVE BEEN DYING TO TALK ABOUT IT

username what do you wanna bet she realised she was in love with osc that day??🥺

username IMAGINE. that would actually make so much sense!!! best friend to lovers at last omfg 😍🫶 username my nonna always said "sometimes u have to almost lose someone to realise how much they really mean to u"🥹

username Y/N IS IN THE FUCKING LIKES WTF‼️

username probably by accident🥲 username BUT WHAT IF IT'S NOT AN ACCIDENT??? maybe we'll get a hard launch soon omgg

username they're sooo dating lol

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oscarpiastri Made some new friends at the beach today :)

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username the vibes in these are immaculate🤩

yourusername same time, same place? :)❤️

landonorris where was my invite???

oscarpiastri Non-existent 😊 username lmaoo why are they like this🤣🤣

username is that y/n and osc in the third pic??🧐

username idk but lmk when u figure it out babes

lilyzneimer super fun! nice meeting you guys 💛

oscarpiastri You too 😆

username idk oscar responding to everybody but y/n's comment rubs me the wrong way...🤨

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yourusername beach x (ty lovely waiter for taking my pic for me)

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lilymhe prettiest! 💕

yourusername youuu <33

username where's oscarrrr

username she's so fake😒 how is she super shy at the gp and then so outgoing here smh??

username lmao maybe bc this is her own insta?? like duh she feels comfortable on her own page wtf

landonorris alone?🤨 where's your shadow

yourusername u're so...😭 username LMAOO referring to oscar as her shadow is crazy??💀💀 username i'm cryin🤣🤣

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no part 2!

[23victoria]

Hecate Moon ✿

charles leclerc x emo/rock!musician!reader

summary: charles leclerc and his sexy musician girlfriend

warnings: cussing, sexual innuendos!

authors note: anon here you go 🤍!! sorry if this isn’t that good, it was kinda rushed, i’m so sorry!! girls are all from pinterest!! sorry for any typos!! any feedback is appreciated and please like, comment, and reblog!! hope you enjoy!!

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something’s coming 💋✨

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username11 i’m so ready!!!

username22 the album is coming yall!!! 🤭🤭

username81 holy fuck!!!

charleslecerc they not ready 👀

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💫🖤✨💋

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charleslecerc get you a girl that plays bass 🤤

username81 your so hot my lord 🥵!!!

username7 in y/n we trust 🧎🏾‍♀️🧎🏻‍♂️🧎

stany/n mommy, sorry, mommy, sorry, mommy

charleslecerc i’m in love and obsessed with you ���😘

↳ y/n_ig @.charleslecerc i love you my sexy boyfriend

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album beauty and dreams out tomorrow 💫

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username55 finna be on replay 🤪

username777 i need it to be tomorrow already 😭

username17 omg i’m so ready 😤

username72 AHHH ITS ALMOST HERE!! 😩😩

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album out now 🖤💫

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username86 my life is better now

charlesleclerc so fucking proud of you guys!!! 🥰

↳ hecatemoonig 🖤✨

username22 this is going to be amamzing

username67 MEDDLE ABOUT FT. CHARLESS?!?! WTF?!

username47 OMG THE TRACKLISTT?!?!!!

username69 FUCK YESS

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@hecatemoonig ablum is out now!!! so proud of this piece of art it’s incredible!! also my favorite person on earth @y/n_ig has a song with me in here 😉😘

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username01 we love a supportive boyfriend 🤭

username21 streaming now!!!

username31 omg!!! charles is on the album!!!

username10 holy fuck I’m so excited!!!

username91 im so fucking ready for this album

y/n_ig love you sexy 💋

↳ charlesleclerc @y/n_ig love you too baby 😘

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hecatemoonig just posted a new story!

charlesleclerc just posted a new story!!

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energy was fucking amazing tn!! we love you!!! 🖤💋✨

username11 i need another concert, last night was one for the books frfr 👀🤧

charlesleclerc my girlfriend is fucking amazing 😍

username9 yes yes yes!!

username1 fucking epic!!! i can’t wait for the tour!!! 😘

username7 was fucking amazing!!! 💫

charlesleclerc just posted a new story!!

hecatemoonig just posted a new story!!!

y/n_ig & hecatemoonig & charlesleclerc

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meddle about video out now with my sexy ass gf @.y/n_ig 😉💋✨ had a blast filming this one 😘

username1 holy fuck I’m so excited!!!

oscarpiastri that video was unholy, yall are nasty 😓

username2 ik this about to eatt

username5 the tension in the video whewwww 👀🤧

username8 they are so hot 🥵

username4 i love them 😍

landonorris get a room my god 😀

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[sexilene]

lene baby i just wanted to talk ab face sitting with john b, like full on, his huge hands gripping the meat of your thighs and he's just kissing and sucking on your pussy THE DREAMMMM!!! 😩😩

STOP IT! omg yess like 100000% the dream and i just know he's soooo good at it!!!!

like he's grunting sending vibrations to your dripping cunt with every little hump you do, clit bumping against his nose (and you are totally so unaware of doing its just a reflex lol!!)

and everytime you try and lift off of him just a tiny bit he's muffling a 'no' into your pussy and gripping you harder, pulling you almost all the way back down on his face to continue the assault of sucking and kissing ya!! your sweet boyfriend just wants to make ya feel good!! 🥺

"don't wanna hurt you bee...feels- too much!" you whine

and he's lifting you up a little for you to hear him say

"s'okay, daddy's fine, jus' sit on my fucken face baby..."

ofc the little sounds you make also fuel him to bring you to at least 4 orgasms before giving you a mini breakkkk. and when he's satisfied he's flipping you under him to reward you for being so sweet and patient with him. meaning he's gonna heatedly (and sloppily on your part cuz of how tired you are) make out with you, covering your face in your cum lol. 🩷🩷

[elllisaaa]

i’m staring at this and thinking how fun it would be to ride him till he can’t say a word anymore 😩

oooh yess this outfit on him is so pretty, i can't take it, he needs to calm down 😔

WOOYOUNG who's honestly a brat, no matter the time of the day or the place you're at. and if you usually love it, today he's even more annoying than normally. you've just been trying to tidy up your apartment and he's been bugging you all day. so when you finally have enough of his attitude, you think that it's time to shut him up a little.

you burst into the bedroom where wooyoung his seated on the bed, back against the headboard and looking at something on his phone. perfect. "you're finally going to give me some attention ?" you're not even softened by the cute pout on his lips, not saying a word and immediately going to tug down his sport shorts. an annoyingly attractive smirk takes over wooyoung's features as you get rid of your leggings and underwear too. "oh, you're eager baby ? so cute." the way he never stops is seriously getting on your nerves and you don't wait a second longer to straddle his naked thighs and sink down on his already half hard cock.

"shut the fuck up woo." - "make me" his proud grin is soon wiped off his lips when you start moving on top of him, one hand coming to tug on his hair harshly. a moan escapes him instead of the teasing words he wanted to say. wooyoung doesn't want to let control slip away from him so easily, but the way you're rolling your hips against his own is already sending him far away from reality. his eyes flutter shut for a moment, and he misses the mischievious glint in your eyes.

"you love to play baby but once you get a taste of my pussy you're so fucking pathetic." - "g-go to hell." wooyoung doesn't mean to sound so weak, but he's not even convincing with the way his hands desperately grip your waist, trying to entice you in moving faster. "you're eager baby ? so cute." you coo at him like he did to you earlier and wooyoung is ready to answer when you pull on his hair harder, eliciting another quiet whine from him. "fuck…" - "look at you woo, so pitiful when i take control." he wants to say no, but his body says yes by bucking his hips up into you, forcing you to bite your lips. however, his cocky expression doesn't last long as he soon feels your hand coming down to slap his face. "remember who says if you can cum." wooyoung's eyes widen at the threat, already pleading you with his gaze. "behave and maybe i'll let you."

and he really tries to stay still as you move up and down his dick, riding him as if you had been deprived of his cock for days. the feeling of your tight, wet, velvety walls squeezing him so good are sending him to another world, and seeing your lustful gaze as your hand releases his hair to go wrap around his throat is enough to bring him so close to his orgasm. you can feel it from how much he's throbbing inside of you, from how he cannot hold back his moans anymore, from his hazy eyes only focused on how you're dripping all over him. "p-please…" - "please what ? i need full sentences baby." - "i…" wooyoung tries, he really tries to talk but his mind doesn't even know how to put words together but he can't. so he relies on whimpering louder each time you're dropping back down on his cock.

"you're gonna cum inside, baby ? think you deserved it ?" wooyoung doesn't even have enough consciousness left to shake his head yes or no, and you smirk down at his contorted face - you fucked him dumb. he uselessly makes an attempt at stopping you, but he feels too numb and when you purposely clench around him, he paints your walls white. and for a moment, wooyoung thinks he sees heaven as you squeeze his throat tighter. when he finally comes down off his high, he's panting loudly and he looks at you as if you hung the stars in the sky. "you're a witch." wooyoung says in a whiny tone, still trying to catch his breath as you chuckle on top of him, your lips brushing against his when you lean down to answer. "maybe. i'm not done casting my spell on you though." and you start rolling your hips again and making him gasp loudly. "s-stop, i'm too sensitive, baby please…" - "you wanted to be a brat, now you take responsibility."

[multifariousqueer]

hey baby, i hope you ok! if u are accepting requests i thinking reader sit on miles face, i know 1610!miles would be so sweet, now 42!miles... idk just late night intrusive thoughts 😩

OMG YESS I’VE BEEN THINKING OF THIS!!!

A/n: Hey y’all. Keep requesting smut fics and as always: IF YOU DON’T LIKE IT, SCROLL TF AWAY. Lmk if I should do more of these

Warnings: smut obvi, cunnilingus, imma try not to put so many warnings so y’all can actually see this post

Sitting on the Miles’ faces headcannons

Our Miles(1610)

Earth 1610

Definitely loves it fr

At first, you’re scared you’re gonna choke him but he’s adamant you won't

“Miles what if I crush you” “You won’t, I promise"

Those spider genes are strong fr. You feel light as a feather to him but you’re still scared

Makes sure you’re comfortable and willing to stop if needed

That being said, this man is a MUNCH

but he’s a soft munch, yk? He doesn’t do it often but when he does, he ain’t letting up

Contributed his mustache growth to you

Will tongue fuck you fr

holds your hand occasionally when he wants to be closer to you

When you lay back and rest your hands on his thighs let him do his thing as he’s full on eating you out>>>>

Will have you cumming in minutes

I feel like he’s gentle and watches your facial expressions to know if he’s doing good

Will close his eyes and just enjoy your pretty pussy and bask in how lucky he is to have you

“Mmmmm you’re this wet for me, mami?”

Is hard as a rock and he’s dripping precum but he’s so in love with you its worth it

If he feels you get up, he’ll think he did something wrong

“Did I do something wrong?” “No its just I’m close"

His ultimate goal in life is to have his head in between your Lucious thighs

cums at the thought

Thinks you taste like candy

your pussy is his paradise fr.

Will suck on your clit until you’re close and he’ll tongue fuck you

If you reach back and stroke him, he’s in love(more than usual)

When you cum, he swallows it and gulps it loud so you hear

“Mmmmm fuck mami, sabes a caramelo"

Will speak Spanish into your pussy

Goes feral if you run your fingers through his hair

Will def kiss you after and fuck you

Earth 42

“siéntate en mi cara, mami” “I’m scared that imma drown you or something” “I ain't made of glass. It’s okay"

I feel like he isn’t very good at it at first so you have to guide him

“Mmmmm right there, papi” “fuck, eres tan buena, mi corazón"

Once you tell him where to go and how to do it, you’re hooked

His face is basically made for your face atp

Will speak Spanish into your pussy, just like our miles

Teases you by licking circles around your clit and flicking over it occasionally and when you jump and whimper, he chuckles

"muy sensible, mi vida” “mmm you’re making me feel so good”

you smile and run your hand on his braids and he smirks into your pussy before returning his lips to your clit

when you cum, he will savor that shit

like he will act like he’s eating the best meal ever

“mmmm fuck, mami no puedo vivir sin este coño” “mmm fuckkk papi, you always put it down right

knows he’s the only one who can make you feel this way

will leave your legs shaking 100000%

makes your vision blur once he gets good at eating

has a long tongue and will literally lick your g spot until youre cumming

Doesn’t stop there tho, he will still suck your clit like a ring pop even after you cum

“Papi, I finished” “I didn’t"

Will get pissed if you get up and he will grab your thighs and pull you back down

“Don’t stop me when I’m eating, mami"

You’re a stuttering mess when he’s done

[vettelsdarling]

𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝

Lissie note… Here’s the winner of the poll (winner of this season as well)! Anyways, so sorry for my absence… hope this makes up for it❤️

Summary: Reader used to date George, as they’d been friends since birth. However, she takes a liking to someone he considers an enemy on the track: Max Verstappen. They do say revenge is best served cold… and who is colder than the star of Red Bull himself?

Things to note:

Reader is a year younger than Max (same age as George)

Reader made her break in Tennis

George and Reader are not on good terms (he cheated) (this is not a jab at George btw. My fav team is literally Mercedes)

The whole deal is pretty “the enemy of my enemy is my friend”.

Some of the fc is Emma Raducanu (my fav tennis player❤️)

Pairing: Max Verstappen x George’s ex gf!Fem!Reader

Warnings: none really

Taglist: @drugged-kitkat, @darleneslane, @allwaysallyway

Playlist Recommendations: 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟💗, 𝐌𝐕𝟏

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yourusername Stressful training all week. Ready to show off this weekend!🔥

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charlottesiine Yess! I’ll be watching! Btw, was he any good at tennis?

yourusername He wishes he was me. Should stick to racing.

user1 guys… the third pic…🧍‍♀️

user2 Didn’t George and her split like a few months ago?

user3 New guy? Who’s this🤨

user4 Her brother maybe?

user5 @ user4 Nah, did you see the comment Cha posted and the response to it? That’s def a new guy

user6 @ user5 it’s someone on the grid

user7 Ughhh I can’t wait for this weekend😩👏

user8 Is this the sound of my parasocial relationship crackling?

user9 WHO IS THAT?

user10 Ten bucks it’s Charles

user11 I’ll take that action. Ten it’s Lando

sportsgossip

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sportsgossip someone spotted a certain tennis player with a certain Red Bull driver… anonymous tip! Seems like someone is over George already…

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user1 Wtf WHEN WAS THIS?

user2 Her recent post…😭

user3 MAX? WHAT😃

user4 I kinda love that omg

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maxverstappen1 Just appreciating the view❤️

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yourusername Conveniently free this weekend

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landonorris I’m living for this shade

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user1 George is absolutely shitting himself rn I just know

user2 She traded a rookie for a world champion

user3 I respect it

user4 I love that Max is subtly hinting that George didn’t appreciate her as much as he does😭

user5 It’s honestly kinda cute

user6 Shade aside, it really is

user7 George is missing out

user8 Okay but she is GORGEOUS

user9 Can someone give some background info? Why did she and George break up?

user10 Allegedly, George cheated on her with someone he met at a post-race party. She got an anonymous tip about it and they couldn’t seem to work things out I guess… but yeah. Everything is alleged.

user9 Oh okay thanks that’s helpful

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yourusername This week was just 🤍🤍🤍

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charlottesiine Must do this again🤍

yourusername Agreed🤍

francisca.cgomes Where was I in this🤨

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user1 Okay but these two are literally the best friend dynamic ever.

user2 Two pretty best friends… could never be us @ randomuser

user3 I’m genuinely so confused by her relationship status rn but the fact that her and Cha are still friends??? LOVE IT

user4 Here’s me wishing I was a wag or whatever…🧍‍♀️

user5 Relatable

user6 Can’t wait for her to post pics with Max👏

user7 I mean… it isn’t official though. Is it?

user8 I don’t think she will do that unless she also confirms her relationship with him

user6 @ user8 Max already posted her…

user9 I just know she’s friendly

user10 She is! I went to one of her opens and she signed my card of her and gave me a hug. She even offered to stay around for pictures and stuff.

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user1 I’m seriously just wondering HOW George is feeling about all this

user2 Whatever he feels abt it… he deserves it.

user3 George is probably crying in the garage

user4 They’re so cute though😭❤️

user5 They’re my new fav couple on the grid.

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maxverstappen1 I don’t think I could’ve been luckier than this❤️

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yourusername ❤️❤️❤️

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user1 I’m happy she broke things off with George cause this is just so cute

user2 Maybe don’t bring it up in Max’s comments💀💀

user3 I love how he’s acting like they’ve been dating for years😭

user4 I mean… he has EVERY right to

user5 This is what I mean when I say I want to date

user6 Ik they recently started dating but I just know they’re going to last

user7 Max is so dedicated like wtaf😭 We did not see this from George

user8 We really didn’t💀

user9Max talked about her in the most recent post-race interview😭❤️

user10 This relationship is going to set unrealistic standards for me😭😭😭

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yourusername Another win added to my collection🎾🔥 Kind of like you @ maxverstappen1

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charlottesiine I should have seen it live! You were amazing🤍

yourusername ugh I love you

user1 YESSS👏

user2 She’s an icon

user3 Fav wag and fav tennis player

user4 George is MISSING OUTTTT

user5 Wimbledon win upcoming🔥

user6 Manifesting it🙏

user7 Her and Max stacking up wins is a new form of couple goals I haven’t seen before. I love it.

user8 Literally

user9 She’s so pretty❤️

user10 Max is lucky

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maxverstappen1 Taking a break from reality❤️

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yourusername ❤️

landonorris Now I know who you’ve been ditching me for

yourusername know your place

landonorris @ yourusername 🤨🤨🤨

user1 So it’s official then

user2 I don’t know who I’d rather be😩

user3 We never saw this content with George🤡

user4 Max and her are the definition of a perfect couple omfg

user5 They’re so cute wtf

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yourusername Should I start curling my hair more often?✨

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charlottesiine You’re already gorgeous but that hair is so cute🥰

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maxverstappen1 You’re beautiful no matter what you do with your hair❤️

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user1 FABULOUS YET AGAIN😮‍💨

user2 I would leave my current relationship for her

user3 She’s so Lana coded and I love it

user4 She’s just so tennis coded and old money and I’m in loveeee

user5 The fact that SHE was cheated on?🧍‍♀️

user6 Puts things into perspective

user7 I’ve come to realize that it doesn’t matter how pretty you are anymore😭💀

user8 I’m literally buying tickets to her next game so I can shove marriage papers in her face

user9 I’ll beat you to it

user10 Why Max… why not me😐

𝗥𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻…

𝘾𝙝𝙚𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚!

𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙚’𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙚’𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩! (𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙤𝙣, 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨, 𝙙𝙢𝙨, 𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙨: 𝙒𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧(𝙨) 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙩𝙮𝙥𝙚(𝙨) 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣.)

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I absolutely loved the "Instagram with" selection 🔥 Can you make one of these with Kawata brothers please! 💙🧡

Take care of yourself and drink plenty of water~

YESS I LOVE KAWATA BROS! Thank you sm, you take care too!

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Y/n:@Angry._ collection of Souya's letters<3

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bottom choso bottom choso bottom choso bottom choso i just love bottom choso 😩

WARNINGS!: PETNAMES! REALLY CRINGE PETNAMES! dom! reader, sub! choso, choso is called as "pussyboy", reader is called as "miss"/"mistress", uhh fetish and kinks..and other very questionable stuffs, please be aware while reading basically just porn without a plot much like a fantasy of mine cause choso's such a babygirl some words are purposely lowercased :)

"Mhm-ah Choso~" you'd moan pinching your nipple, stimulating your pussy with your free hand, as your boyfriend sits on the edge of your shared bed, all tied up, naked, violet rope was crossed on his chest, making it appear more bigger than usual, his hand tied at his back, the base of his cock is also lightly tied, preventing him to cum, with a vibrator on top of his pink tip while you are all on fours on the couch, your pussy facing him, ass on the air, rolling his name out off your tongue, Choso's eyes were crossed, tongue lolled out as he tries not to cum, shivering, bitting his bottom lips holding his moans back, you dug your fingers in your cunt giving him full view of your gapping pussy,

"Choso eyes on me- you wouldn't want to miss this moment do you?" you hissed in pleasure, eyes already rolling to the depts of your skull- but, but that just wasn't enough, not enough for Choso..

"Miss, please please!- just fuck me already i can't handle it anymore!" he'd sputter, squriming on the bed arching his back, clenching his own arms that it started to bleed "ohoho, getting to greedy are we?" you teased removing your fingers off your cunt, shoving your finger soaked with your own pussy juice into his mouth, you'd push him, for him to lay completely on the bed, you sat on top of his chest, "Do you need me?" you'd ask him..as he nods desperately, "how much, hm?" you'd tease "so much!" he'd sputter- "really hmm?" "yes ma'am please.." he cries sweet, sweet beads of pre-cum leaking from his abused tip- you removed the vibrator off his cock, "if sooo, can i ride your face?" you asked him sweetly, giving his cock a few painfully good pumps, smearing his pre-cum all over his abdomen and the base of his cock

"yes, yes miss do as you please!" he growled eagerly, as you crawled on top of his face, slowly lowering your hips to latch your pussy on his mouth, rutting your hips back and fucking, forth, grinding on his mouth like a bitch in heat-

"Mhmm that's right, you pussyboy, go on- shit! just like that baby.." eventually after minutes of grinding on his mouth and nose you finally came, hard so fucking hard that he deserves a good little treat from you, his mistress,

"Such good pussy eater...you deserve a reward for being my sweet- fucking pussyboy, yes?", you sat on his fleshy thighs...

"yess, yess yess please mistress!" he'd beg for your sweet, sweet pussy "I need your pussy, please fuck- let me feel your pussy miss!" "you're such a greedy boy! who're you to demand? as a punishment you'll only have a blowjob" his ears perks as his eyes widen, "no, no, noo.. that's not i meant mistress! please let me feel your pussy!" he'd rebut "no, decision's final, you greedy, man-bitch." you'd respond to his plea "take it or lose it you decide." you asked with a stoic expression, raising your eyebrow,

"d-do as you please mistress..." he'd submit, he can't, and he'll never ever disobey his woman! "good boy." you prepped your lap on top of his thighs as your pump your hand up and down to his leaking cock "mis-nghh!-" he'd cry as you mercilessly tease his tip, circling your thumb on the hole of his tip, you'd reach for his erected nipples, groping it also pinching it, you opened your mouth and accepted his huge cock, sliding it deepppp down in your throat! bobbing your mouth back and forth, OHH he'd goooo so fucking crazy

"ngnhh- s-slow down mis-!" and just like that he came in your mouth! You licked and savored every drop of his semen, keeping it in your mouth, you slowly opened your mouth to show him his thick cum, making sure there are no spills, you smirked, crawling to his twitching,overstimulated body, you held his cheeks open and kissed him hungrily until the two of didn't had any breath left, Choso's cum was mess on both of your face and his,

"Well... you gotta taste your self sometimes pussyboy"

cheerleader head canon au next!

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

i want to request this in the most respectful way possible. what if you write... evil donna who was thinking of k*lling hunter!reader. like, reader was the daughter of her dad, a reclusive man who used to hunt lycans. reader doesn't live by the village's rules because of her dad who doesn't like the lords, especially miranda. a villager tasked reader to have donna's head by dawn. determined to prove herself to her father, naive and inexperienced reader came to her doorstep only having like, a shotgun with her lmaooo.

of course donna hates her already because of her advances, so donna decides to toy with her- making her hallucinate for hours, torturing her mind.

thinking better of it, she then decides to spare her life in exchange for getting into bed with her.

andddddd can you make it g!p? i live for dark donna 😩

Yess!!!! thank you for your request!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!! :))))

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Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem, Hunter! Reader

Warnings: G!P Donna, smut, Minors DNI, dark themes, dark Donna

Word count: 7,939

Summary: You just wanted to prove your worth to your father...

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours!!! I love you all!!! :))

One by one, all those horrible lycans succumbed to your shots. The silence was only interrupted by your tired gasps. Dried blood covered your clothes and the fear of being about to die made your legs tremble.

It was just another day in your life, nothing out of the ordinary, even if it might seem that way.

For as long as you could remember, you had lived in that small cabin in the woods. Your father took care of you after your mother's death.

Surviving in a place like that was a complicated task, but luckily, over the years you had learned to defend yourself.

When you were very young, your family decided that a village like that was not the right place for you. They were not wrong. The domain of Mother Miranda, of the Lords, exercised a power in that place that was impossible to ignore.

Experiments, disappearances, maidens who never returned from that castle… It was a kind of free sample of hell, like when you wet your neck to get used to a cold lake and not get dizzy, a sample of that hell to which you were all condemned, a period of trial for your sins, something unfair, but inevitable.

Maybe that was one of the many reasons that led your family to isolate themselves from that place, maybe that hell didn’t deserve you sink into it. Living far from the village, imprisoned as prisoners, could also be considered hell.

But, unfortunately, the creatures that came out of that place roamed everywhere and, after your mother's death, your father only had one goal in mind. Kill them all, finish off the lycans, the Lords, Mother Miranda.

An impossible goal, but one that at least gave him a reason to get up in the morning and not sink, not surrender to the helplessness surrounding your life. Since you were a little girl, you trained.

You wanted to be part of that monster hunt, of that slow revenge that would culminate with the liberation of the village. You knew it was just an illusion, a mirage, but at least you would fight to live one more day, you would fight to finish off as many lycans as possible before nightfall.

But, despite your hard training, you still had flaws, too many, and you knew that your father had too much patience. You might not have the worries that the villagers had, but you had one that tormented you day after day: making your father proud of you.

Slowly, you returned to your home. The sky was reddened by the sunset, as if the elements of nature could also be stained with the blood of those monsters. It was a silent path, a humiliating one.

“You're making the same mistakes again,” your father whispered, when the cabin doors closed behind you. You lowered your head, leaving the shotgun on a table.

“It's not my fault. They attacked me from behind,” you defended yourself, getting rid of your jacket and the ammunition cartridges, disappointed for having been on the verge of dying, again.

“Of course they did it, (Y/N),” the man reproached you, putting a hand on your back. “I've told you many times that…”

“Two eyes are not enough,” you interrupted, making him sigh. “I know, father.”

“Knowing is not enough,” he said, crossing his arms. “If you make mistakes, you will pay with your life.”

“I suppose the next time I should stay here cleaning the house, right?” you said angrily, with your own shame manipulating your words.

“I didn't say that,” the man said, wiping himself with a handkerchief. “You're a good hunter, (Y/N), but you can always improve.”

“Yeah, right,” you sighed, looking away so your blush due to your mistakes wasn't seen by your father. “I'm going to take a bath.”

Night had fallen in the forest and with it, tranquility. Slowly, barely looking at each other, you dined under the comforting fire of the fireplace.

“Tomorrow morning we'll go hunting again,” your father commented. You looked at him, playing with your food, and nodded. “Unless you're too tired.”

“I'm not tired,” you protested, with a cold look. The man smiled amused, shaking his head. “There are still too many lycans in this forest.”

“I know, but I only have one daughter so…”

“Yes, yes, I'll be more careful,” you said, a little more relaxed, enjoying those moments that didn't make you feel trapped in a constant nightmare. “I'm going to pick this up.”

When you got up, the sound of the door caught your attention.

Your father motioned for you to keep quiet while he took his gun and approached the entrance. With a knowing look, he told you there was no danger. It was probably another villager who was willing to pay to free him from the monsters that destroyed his crops, nothing out of the ordinary, so you walked to the small kitchen without giving it any importance.

Once with the clean plates, you returned to the small living room while your father closed the door, crumpling a paper and shaking his head.

“Who was it?” you asked curiously, watching as the man threw that ball of paper into the fireplace.

“A villager,” he commented, dropping into the armchair. “One who believes we are immortal.”

“Why do you say so? What was the job?” you asked curiously, approaching the fireplace with your eyes fixed on that ball of paper, one that the fire had decided not to burn.

“Forget it, (Y/N)…” he sighed, pouring himself a glass of whiskey. “Do you want a drink?”

“No, you know I don't drink,” you said amused, walking slowly towards the fireplace.

“That's why you're better than me,” your father murmured, closing his eyes, resting from that busy day.

Unable to help yourself, you crouched down to the fireplace, picking up the crumpled piece of paper and startling your father, who frowned as he sat up correctly with a sigh, shaking his head.

“Donna Beneviento,” you read. Only that name was written on that piece of paper; the name of one of the four Lords, a name you knew well, as did your father.

“You see? That boy is completely crazy,” the man commented, snatching the paper from you and this time, making it burn irremediably in the fireplace.

“Why?” you asked, sitting in the other chair, frowning.

“He thinks it's easy,” he murmured, playing with the ice in his glass. “Apparently his brother wasn't the smartest in the room, and he entered Beneviento’s territory several days ago. He hasn't returned.”

You nodded, swallowing, frightened by that statement.

“Does he want us to look for him?” you wanted to know. Your father drank the glass in one gulp and laughed mockingly.

“Oh, please, both of us know that poor wretch is already dead,” he commented in a dark voice. “What he wants is Beneviento's head on a pike.”

“It's understandable,” you said, nodding, watching the fire burn that name, that powerful name.

“It's stupid, (Y/N),” your father said, amused. “If it were that easy, we would have already done it.”

“But, but she's the weakest Lord, right?” you asked curiously.

Of course, you knew all the Lords, you had studied them with your father, thus maintaining the hope that one day you could free the village from their yoke.

“Weakest? What makes you think that way?” the man asked, pouring himself another drink while laughing unpleasantly.

You shrugged, thinking of all those notes you had stuck on the wall, those horrible photos of the four leaders of the village. The mysterious woman in black was one of them.

“I don't know, it seems that way,” you sighed, looking at that black dress, that sinister puppet the lady held in her arms.

“Appearances can be deceiving, (Y/N)…” your father said, in a low voice, leaning towards you. “Beneviento is dangerous, and I'm not crazy enough to want to confront her.”

“She's just a psycho nutcase,” you commented, remembering all the information you had about her. “Maybe we could take advantage of the fact that it's nighttime and…”

“No, (Y/N), forget it. It's impossible,” your father interrupted you, something that frustrated you.

“But…”

“No buts. I don't plan on risking my life and yours because you continue to be reckless.”

“You say that because you think I'm weak. You don't think I'm capable of finishing her off,” you growled, childishly crossing your arms.

“Of course you're not capable of finishing her off. And neither am I,” your father said, with a darker look, a warning one. “You have to learn where we are in this place, what our limitations are.”

“You mean mine,” you murmured angrily, upset by your own uselessness, for not being able to be at your father's level and stop being a burden on the hunts.

“It's nothing personal,” the man said, looking away. “I just care about you.”

“Yeah, yeah, of course, good night,” you said ironically, getting up from the armchair and going to your room.

You could be a girl with logical reasoning, with enough cold blood to accept your father's reprimands and recognize that you were far below his level. But you felt guilty, you felt like you were nothing more than a burden, that you could never be on his level.

Tucked into bed, you thought about your trips to the forest, the times he saved your life because you were careless. You were tired of being weak. Your father may not have said it but… Surely he was disappointed to have a daughter like that, a daughter incapable of making him proud.

Deep down you knew that you were not as strong as him was logical, that experience was something you didn’t count on and that you would possess in time. But you were still young, proud and reckless.

In your head there were no longer lycans, samcas or creatures that you had the opportunity to face. That paper burning in the fire also burned in your mind: Donna Beneviento.

You didn't know much about her. You knew she made sinister dolls, she had some kind of power related to flowers, she was sick, she was withdrawn and she didn't usually leave her old mansion.

It might be true that appearances were deceiving but a normal, ordinary woman, no matter how powerful she was, seemed like an easy target, she seemed like the first Lord with a real chance of falling.

Then your mind wandered to an idea, the worst of your life, a decision you would regret.

What better way to show your father that you were worthy as a hunter than by bringing him the head of one of the most powerful people in the village?

It seemed crazy, it was crazy, but in your head you could only see your father's proud smile, the relief of realizing that you were no longer a burden.

With a grunt, without thinking about what you were actually doing, you got out of bed, put on your jeans, a jacket, and discreetly loaded your shotgun, grabbing a flashlight and opening the door slowly, avoiding the sound.

The cabin was dark, silent. Surely your father was already asleep, fine. The night was your best ally.

With a map in hand, you went out into the forest, where an eerie silence reigned. You were so excited to finish a Lord off that you didn't even think about the dangers that surrounded you. Luckily, the other creatures seemed to want to do you the favor of staying calm, as if they themselves knew the danger you were going to face.

“Okay...” you murmured, looking at the wooden doors that delimited the territory of House Beneviento. A shiver ran down your spine and you looked back, with the logical impulse to turn around. “No, no, no,” you repeated to yourself, going through the doors, lighting the way with the flashlight.

Slowly, you walked through that sinister place, full of dolls hanging from the trees, like a dark omen of what your future would be.

More forest, a wooden bridge and finally, a clearing disturbingly decorated with a grave, the grave of a little girl.

The elevator seemed to have no problem letting you ride it and the sound it made as it climbed the mountain made that cowardly trembling of your legs increase while you repeated to yourself over and over that you wanted to do it, that you had to do it.

When you got out and that horrible waterfall was in your field of vision, a strange dizziness passed through your mind, almost knocking you to the ground.

You didn’t give it any importance and continued walking, pointing forward with your shotgun.

The house was dark, there were no lights, no one seemed to be awake. That gave you the courage to walk towards the entrance, taking cover against the wall. Nothing, you couldn't hear a sound, not a creak, there was no one.

Slowly, trying not to make your footsteps in the snow make too much noise, you circled around the old mansion, finding to your good fortune that the ground was indeed clear. Always sticking to the wall, looking around like your father taught you, you approached the wooden door, telling yourself that everything would be fine.

Your father was right, you were naive.

You stood in front of the door, with the shotgun shaking in your hands as you gathered momentum to kick it open, to catch the dark lady by surprise. A bad decision.

Before your foot made contact with the wood, the door opened with an ominous creak, revealing the darkness inside. The gun shook in your hands, fear surrounded your entire body, but that ephemeral bravery that made you want to prove your worth to your father made you forget the possibility of turning around, of running away.

You took a step, then another, placing one of your hands on the wooden door, opening it completely and entering the darkness.

The flashlight illuminated that sinister mansion. The light passed through all its corners, through every corner. You walked through the old wood, hoping that its creaks would not alert your prey, forgetting the fact that the door had opened by itself, and that you had long since ceased to be safe.

You leaned over the railing of the stairs, illuminating the upper floor. No one.

A portrait adorned the wall, a portrait of a beautiful woman, with a cold and stoic look, Donna, without a doubt. The doll gave away her identity.

Your shoulders relaxed and you frowned with a strange smile. She was truly the most beautiful woman you had ever seen, far from the legends and speculations that spoke of what was behind her black veil.

“Wow... You look hot... Damn freak,” you whispered, unable to look away from those cold eyes, from that pale skin.

Your impudence would take its toll on you sooner or later, but no one could blame you for being weak before the beauty of a woman, you always were, without remedy, and, being isolated from society, that weakness worsened.

With a sigh, you turned the beam of light away from the painting and continued walking, opening the door that led to the living room. You held your gun firmly, hoping to meet that sinister beauty. Nothing new, darkness was the king of that place.

Creepy dolls, dust, old furniture, old movies, and books, lots of books. That was what was in that place. There was no sign of Donna Beneviento. You would have to keep moving.

You walked to the door at the end of the room and, checking once more what was around you, a gloomy and endless darkness, you reached out to reach the knob. You didn't manage to do so.

Suddenly, all the lights in the house came on, startling you, forcing you to close your eyes because of that sudden and annoying light. Your heart was beating fast and your legs were shaking irremediably. You had been caught.

You turned around, with your shotgun raised, with your finger on the trigger. There didn't seem to be anyone there, not until you blinked recklessly and a sinister laugh reached your ears.

In front of you, fear itself, the lady in black, Donna Beneviento, holding the doll in her arms, who seemed to be having a lot of fun with your fear.

“What do we have here?” the puppet asked, flying impossibly, launching itself at you from the arms of its owner. “An intruder,” she laughed sinisterly.

Determined to finish her off, you fired the gun, or tried to. The emptiness in your hands left you perplexed, your shotgun had disappeared. You shook your head, searching all over your clothes for some clue of where your gun had fallen, of how it had disappeared without you noticing.

“You're stupid, stupid,” the doll sang, dancing around you. The lady didn't move, she just watched. “My friends will finish you off.”

You, blocked by fear, stayed glued to the floor, watching how, around you, there seemed to be a few sinister dolls, different, armed with knives, who didn’t hesitate to throw themselves at you, making you fall while the Angie puppet flew back into the arms of its owner.

“Silly, silly...” the doll mocked while you kicked and waved your arms, trying to get rid of those sinister dolls.

“Shit,” you protested, throwing the last of them across the room. When you managed to stand up, the lady was no longer there, nor was the doll, loneliness fell on you heavily and a cold sweat began to rise up the back of your neck.

You searched everywhere, but your weapon was no longer there. You could only flee. You could only run to your house and regret having gone to the old estate. But it was not going to be that easy.

There was no door anymore, no windows, there was nothing, just darkness, as if someone was shining a spotlight on you, as if the show was about to begin.

A fairly accurate statement, as dangerous footsteps approached you, laughter and sinister moans penetrated your mind, forcing you to cover your ears. There was no way out, no escape.

Monsters, ghosts, memories… All of them started to attack you mercilessly. Deformed people chased you through the hallways, the ghosts of your family reproached you for your lack of responsibility. Your whole world, your whole mind was turning against you.

Unable to escape from those monsters, you decided to take refuge in a corner, wishing the nightmare would end.

Pain, fear, was the only thing you could feel.

“Please, stop, stop,” you repeated between sobs, with all those terrible figures harassing you without remedy. “Stop!”

That last agonizing cry made you feel even more dizzy, made you close your eyes, pull your hair, give up. You fell to the wooden floor, breaking down in tears, with the voices of your worst memories harassing you incessantly.

Suddenly, a flash of light blinded you, returning you to a place you didn't think you'd seen, a crumbling ceiling that appeared above you. Sweat ran down your body, panic made you tremble as you writhed on the floor. Little by little, the voices disappeared, the presences abandoned you. It was all over.

Catching your breath, you sat up, looking around. No, it hadn't been a nightmare, you hadn't dreamed of putting yourself in danger, you were still at the Beneviento estate, sitting on the floor, with beads of sweat soaking an old carpet.

“Did you have fun, you silly, silly?” A squeaky voice hurt your ears.

The Angie doll suddenly appeared, lunging at you. You were exhausted. You didn't even have the strength to push her away from your body.

Before fear could allow you to react, something or rather, someone, pulled at your jacket, pulling you to your feet abruptly and pushing you towards a chair, where you fell with a thud. Donna Beneviento. Her black dress, her covered face, were very close to you, growling furiously after lifting you off the floor.

With a slow step, the lady circled around you, the silence only interrupted by the endless laughter of the doll. After acting as a carrion bird, she sat in front of you on a chair, breathing calmly, without moving, without speaking.

“Donna, Donna!” the doll shrieked, climbing onto her lap and pointing at you mockingly. “Did you see how she writhed, how she suffered? How funny… Do it again, torture the intruder,” she said, comically pulling at her dress.

The lady stopped being motionless, shaking her head, gesturing to the doll to get off her lap, looking at you again serenely, unfazed.

“What…?” you sighed, with a thread of voice, with your throat sore from the cries for help. How long had you been running away? You couldn't know. “What have you done to me?”

“I'm the one asking the questions, stupid,” the doll protested, walking back towards you, making you involuntarily step back. You were still terrified. “How dare you show up unannounced? We love guests… Don't we, Donna?” she muttered mockingly, circling you while jumping childishly.

The lady moved again, nodding, standing upright in that chair, in front of you.

“I don't…” you said, feeling a terrible sting in your throat, causing you to cough terribly. You should have been screaming for a long time, blood dripped on your hands and your vocal cords shuddered from the dryness of your mouth.

A tired sigh came out of that black veil as Lady Beneviento slowly stood up, picking up what looked like a glass of water from a table, approaching you.

You, horrified by that presence, turned your head away, preventing that black dress from brushing against your jacket, avoiding any attempt by the woman to give you a drink.

“Non muoverti”  the lady hissed in a hoarse, soft voice, struggling with you, trying to give you something to drink that surely was not water.

With an annoyed gasp, the woman grabbed your cheeks tightly with one hand, making you hiss in pain and tilt your head up, letting the clear liquid spill down your throat.

You gasped in annoyance, choking on the liquid of life while Donna put the glass back on the table, an opportunity you took to take out a knife you kept in your sneakers, throwing yourself at the lady in black.

As expected, she grabbed your wrist, twisting it tightly, forcing you to throw the knife away before pushing you back into the chair. You grabbed your aching hand, protesting and squeezing your eyes shut. That was the end for you.

With a sigh, apparently not giving importance to your audacity, the lady sat down in front of you again, gesturing to her doll, which ran to your side again.

“Who are you? What are you doing here?” Angie asked, with a slightly different tone that made you frown.

“What…” you whispered, your voice regained thanks to that glass of water. But you were still terribly scared.

“Answer me, you fool, fool!” the doll demanded, as if it were its own owner, yelling at you, as if she were losing her patience.

“My… My name is…” you stammered, controlling your nerves, remembering your father’s lessons, gaining more confidence, unfortunately. “I’m not going to say anything…” you growled, spitting out the words, squinting at the woman in black, ignoring the puppet.

“Quiet, huh? Look, you have something in common with my Donna,” Angie joked, her tone sharper. At least you could study the situation, find out more about that woman in mourning and then, then die…

“Ask me by yourself, come on,” you said defiantly, shaking your head at Donna, who tilted it curiously.

The doll growled furiously, hitting your leg with her wooden arms.

“Don't talk to my Donna!” she shrieked angrily.

“If you have something to say, come on, say it,” you continued to demand, ignoring the pain in your legs. “Speak, come on, speak!”

The lady in black stood up abruptly, pushing the doll out of her way by leaning over the chair, making the fabric of her veil dance over your head. You held her gaze. Inside you were praying to survive, outside you seemed invincible, it seemed like you weren't about to faint.

“I know you,” a hoarse whisper came from the black fabric. Donna grabbed your chin again, squeezing it hard, digging her nails into your skin. No matter how hard you struggled, fear kept you from moving. “You're that little cagna who lives on the outskirts of the village…”

“What did you call me?” you asked furiously, struggling not to show the pain her grip produced. “Let me go!”

“Are you demanding me?” she asked with a melodic accent, releasing you unpleasantly, moving away arrogantly. “I'm the one who should demand you, don't you think?”

“That's it!” Angie added, not letting her presence fade. “Stupid!”

“Yes, yes,” the lady commented, pacing back and forth, making her dress dance with each step, making your gaze unable to separate from her. “You and your father have been pestering for a while, finishing off Mother Miranda's creations.”

“Yes, and we will finish all of you off, don't doubt it for a second!” you shrieked, intoxicated by a naive bravery, by hiding the death you would surely suffer in a dark corner of your thoughts, not letting fear overcome you.

“I see,” Donna whispered, shaking her head. “That's why you came, isn't it? You came to kill me.”

“Yes,” you said without fear of reprisals. You were already lost. At least you would die with pride.

Donna nodded disinterestedly, turning abruptly soon after, totally unexpectedly, grabbing the collar of your shirt.

“Sure, of course... We're going to kill poor Donna, the mentally underdeveloped, the crazy one, the one who doesn't know how to defend herself!” she shouted furiously, her knuckles white as she squeezed your clothes, while she pulled you hard until you fell to the ground. “Well, you've got me wrong!”

You crawled along the floor, holding the arm you hit in the fall, fleeing as far as possible from that angry lady, as sick as you had heard. With a painful effort, you crawled where your knife had fallen, being interrupted by a heel in your hand, making you scream in pain.

“Stay still!” the deranged lady yelled, bending down and lifting you by the collar of your clothes, shaking you nervously. “Do you think I'm weak?! Do you think I'm worse than my siblings?! You think because I'm crazy I can't stop you from finishing me off?! Porca puttana, answer me!”

“N, n,” you stuttered, struggling in her grip, now showing all the fear you felt.

“N, n? Where's your bravery now, stupid girl?” she mocked furiously. She had completely lost her mind in a moment. Your end was getting closer. You should have listened to your father.

“Hey, hey, Donna,” the doll interrupted, tugging at her dress, drawing her attention. “Relax, relax, remember what Miranda said, count to ten…” the doll said.

The lady growled, letting you fall back to the floor while moving her hands erratically, probably looking for something to strangle.

“Sit down,” she said in a calmer, softer voice, as if that relaxation technique had served to control her madness. You remained motionless on the ground and she sighed again. “Siedeti!”

Trembling and holding back a sob, you obeyed, climbing back onto the chair.

“Donna…”  the doll whispered, also frightened by its owner's attitude.

“Why don't you just kill me?” you asked, panting nervously, letting the tears of your cowardice show themselves in front of her, running down your cheek uncontrollably.

“Don't… Tell… Me… What to do,” she whispered, clenching her fists on either side of her hips, childishly thumping the floor.

“Don't tell her what to do, stupid!” the doll repeated, with a cocky pose, with her hands on her hips.

“It's always, always the same,” the lady murmured nervously, putting on her veil, with a laugh that reflected her madness. “Poor Donna, she's so lonely, so weak, so mentally ill… Come on, we'll protect you, little sister, no one can hurt you,” she rambled.

Your legs shook, your whole body ached and your mind had long since been overcome.

“I'm fed up, you know?” she said, looking at you, with a tone that seemed calmer, it seemed. “I'm fed up with you all thinking you can hurt me just because I don't have a metal army and I don't sleep with 20 maids a day.”

You didn't say anything. You kept your cold gaze, unsuccessfully searching for a way to escape.

“What's your name?” Donna asked, with the same nervous laugh, pointing at you in a strange way. “What's your name!?” she shouted when she didn't get an answer in less than a second.

You moved in the chair, closing your eyes at her screams.

“(Y/N),” you whispered with your voice broken by fear, with the feeling of seeing your life pass before your eyes. Donna laughed with satisfaction, comically moving the finger that pointed at you.

“(Y/N), good,” she said with a lower, softer tone, far from her anger, from her madness. “That's much better…”

“What are you going to do to me?” you asked, gaining confidence again, checking that the black lady's outburst of rage had faded.

“What were you going to do to me?” she asked back, crossing her arms, breathing deeply, as if trying to control herself.

“A piece of advice,” a voice whispered in your ear, the Angie doll, who had climbed onto your body without you noticing. “You'd better tell her the truth.”

You looked at the puppet and then at the lady, who was kicking the floor impatiently again.

“I was going to… Kill you,” you whispered quietly, lowering your gaze, searching your mind for a way to behave, a non-existent possibility of getting out of there alive, one that didn't seem possible.

“Mm,” the lady murmured with disinterest, looking at her nails as she nodded. “You're sincere, I like it. Tell me, (Y/N), what do you think I should do with you?”

“I, I don't know,” you said with a slightly louder tone, with your gaze shadowed by helplessness.

“Silly girl,” she murmured amused, shaking her head. “It's pretty obvious, isn't it? I've always been a woman of word, you know? I believe in justice.”

You couldn't help but let your irreverent side come out of your body, forming a mocking smile on your face.

“You? Two days ago you killed a man just because he snuck into your territory,” you hissed, holding her gaze.

“Oh, now it turns out I can't protect myself,” she mocked, moving her veil along with her head, letting herself fall into the chair, crossing her arms. “The same thing again… Silly Donna has to let a dirty thief break into her property.”

“Thief?” you asked confused.

“You talk too much, (Y/N),” Donna commented, dragging out her words. “But you don't know anything. You should learn that when a vermin sneaks into your house... Your duty is to crush it,” she said, emphasizing her words with a stomp on the floor.

You shook your head, passing a hand over your sweaty forehead.

“You're sick,” you whispered, giving up everything. You would die, yes, but you wouldn't let yourself be overwhelmed easily.

“Mm, maybe I am,” she commented with disinterest. “But you're dead.”

“You know what I think? You're a coward, Donna Beneviento,” you growled, still not knowing very well why, as a last challenge, the last of your life. “You think you're strong enough to face everyone, but you can't even face it…”

“Sei una stupida…” the lady hissed, searching around the room for a pair of scissors that she looked at with interest, running a finger along the shiny edge.

“If you're going to kill me, at least show your face!” you screamed, already desperate, losing your mind.

Donna turned towards you, with the scissors in her hand, getting closer until that lavender scent flooded your senses, confusing you.

“Do you want to see my face?” she asked in a threatening whisper.

“I want to know what kind of monster is going to kill me,” you said, looking away.

It could be your imagination, but it seemed to you that the lady laughed, before moving away and removing the black veil from her face. Lady Beneviento revealed herself, showing her appearance, so similar to the portrait, so different at the same time. A horrible scar occupied part of her right side. Something inside you was moved by that vision, something in your mind could only think of one word: beauty.

“Well, let's get this over with,” she said, waiting a bit for you to react, something you didn't do, you stood petrified, hating yourself for thinking that way about your captor, your executioner. “Save your begging, I hate it.”

“I'm not going to beg,” you said with a broken voice, with a hatred for your own thoughts, for the attraction that this dangerous woman was exerting on you without wanting it.

“Kill her now, Donna! Kill her!” the doll demanded, jumping happily on a sofa.

With a sigh, with a strange gleam in her only eye, Donna put the scissors on your neck, making you close your eyes, waiting for your death in the most serene way possible. That cut never came. The blade of those scissors never cut your skin. The lady in black sighed, releasing you from the grip she had on your hair.

“You're not scared,” she murmured, making you open your eyes in confusion, breathing calmly, regaining your normal heartbeat. “My appearance should disgust you, why aren't you scared?!”

You shook your head, frowning, not understanding her erratic attitude.

“You don't scare me. Your appearance doesn't disgust me. You may be a monster, but you don't look like one,” you whispered, letting out the pure truth of your thoughts.

Donna was confused, running a hand over the back of her neck, breathing heavily, leaving the scissors on a table. She seemed nervous.

With a sudden movement, the lady approached you again, moving your face with her hands, as if she were studying your features, with a confused look, with one eye shining strangely, with lavender intoxicating your thoughts again.

“Che bella sei, mm?” she murmured, far away from that place, with her thoughts wandering erratically through a world to which you were completely alien.

“I don't understand,” you said, swallowing, getting nervous because of her proximity, because of the hand that was now slowly moving down your chest, without asking permission.

A smile that seemed to you the most beautiful you had ever seen adorned her face, making you have to close your eyes so as not to get lost in her beauty, so your thoughts didn’t wander aimlessly through dangerous places.

“I guess you don’t,” she sighed, with her incessant caresses surrounding your body, with a velvety tone, with a marked accent, getting closer to your ear. “Maybe I'm being hasty…”she whispered sensually, giving you a shiver.

“What are you doing, silly Donna?! Kill the intruder, kill her!” Angie shouted.

Donna looked at you again, forcing you to open your eyes, holding your gaze in a curious way, in a way that made your heart beat faster.

“On second thought…” she murmured, moving away from you. Your treacherous body protested the lack of her soft touch. “I like you, silly girl. Maybe you can do something to save your miserable life.”

“What? What are you talking about?” you asked, shaking your head, coming out of that little unwanted daydream.

She smiled again, putting on an innocent face, leaning against a wall in a cocky way.

“Let's make a deal. I'll let you live and you…” she murmured, studying your reaction.

“I, what?” you asked immediately, when her gaze darkened again.

“You have sex with me,” she said with total naturalness, making you open your eyes wide at that proposal, one that you didn’t expect at all.

“What? You must be joking,” you said with a mocking laugh, shaking your head. You didn't know why you were even considering that possibility, but you didn't want her to notice.

“Do you know how hard it is to be here alone?” the lady asked mockingly. “Always alone, with no one to come visit me… with no one to, well, to attend to my needs as a human being…”

“That's not my problem,” you hissed, fighting your own desire. “You have money, you can pay for that.”

“How rude,” she protested, with a mocking sneer. “Do you think I'm like my sister? I never buy anything that's used.”

“You are disgusting,” you growled, surprised by those comments.

“Am I? Well, in that case... Angie, cut her throat!” she shrieked, gesturing towards the doll, which grabbed the scissors, climbing up your body.

“No, no, wait, wait!” you screamed scared, closing your eyes, waiting for your end, again.

“Time is a very precious commodity, (Y/N), make a decision now,” Donna murmured, pushing the doll away to caress your cheek in a sinister way, with a cold look, with that same look from the portrait.

“Tic, toc, stupid,” the doll sang, moving the scissors in a threatening way.

“I…” you murmured, confused by that decision, one that your disturbed head had already made without your permission. “Okay.”

“Do we have a deal then?” the lady asked, with a triumphant smile.

You, embarrassed by your instincts, by the desire that woman made you feel, shook your head up and down, biting your lip.

“Come,” she said curtly, pulling your wrist and dragging you through the mansion. You, nervous and scared, felt ashamed of yourself for accepting something like that, but at the same time there was something inside you that screamed for it. You were weak, in more ways than you thought.

“Stand there,” the lady in black ordered you in a gruff voice, revealing her own desire. You lowered your head and walked through the shabby bedroom, placing yourself in the indicated spot.

You didn't want to look at her. You didn't want to take your eyes off the floor.

“Are you a virgin, silly girl?” Donna asked, sitting on a chair in front of you. You refused to answer, causing her to sigh listlessly. “Angie!”

“No, no, please...” you said, making a gesture with your hands so the lady's fury would calm down again. “Y-yes, I am.”

She nodded curiously, not mocking, but smiling sinisterly, blinking in amusement.

“Well, I like you more and more,” she murmured, pulling your wrist to get you closer, getting up and capturing your lips in a slow, hot kiss, one that burned your lips, that made your whole body relax immediately.

It was a strange first kiss, but terribly sensual, causing sensations you yourself didn't know you could have, causing your body to move, your hands to travel to her waist, making you start to enjoy those soft caresses on your lips.

After a few moments of tender kisses, too tender, too soft, she pulled away, running her tongue over her lips, with a smile that confused even you. It could be lust, and it was, but there was something else in her gaze, the desperation, the loneliness that would disappear from her life, at least for a while.

At what point did you start to feel sorry for her?

“Stay there,” she said, sitting back down in the chair with a satisfied sigh. “Come on, tesoro, get naked. Don’t make me repeat it.”

You nodded, freeing yourself from your beige jacket, letting it fall to the floor among your trembling hands. Your body was burning from those kisses, your hips moved in confusion from the lack of contact, from the desire for contact. Maybe it was a hallucination. Maybe you were a stupid girl who fell into the trap of her enemy, her supposed enemy.

Little by little, that pile of clothes grew. Your shirt, your pants, your bra… Your fingers hesitated with each piece of clothing that was torn from your skin, but your breathing became more and more complicated, especially if you raised your eyes to look at the lady who was caressing herself beneath her dress.

You frowned when you recognized those movements, when you discovered what Lady Beneviento was hiding between her legs. You weren't surprised, on the contrary, that vision of her soft caresses, of her intense gaze, only caused you to gasp lustfully.

“You're beautiful... I wish you had come to kill me some time before,” she whispered, caressing herself while panting in a delicate, terribly exciting way. “Come here.”

The lady in black made a gesture with her finger to order your body, already naked, to walk near hers. You obeyed red from exposure, from the shame of wanting your enemy, of not wanting her death, of wanting her.

Her other hand came out of her dress to pull your trembling wrist, to surround your body with her caresses while her lips rested on your belly, on your chest...

You moaned unintentionally, causing a smile to form against your skin. Donna pushed you away while she freed your body, lowering her black skirt, releasing her already throbbing erection. You couldn't look away, you simply couldn't.

 “You don’t seem to be uncomfortable,” she murmured amused, continuing with her self-stimulation, calling your attention, forcing you to look up. “Believe me, I wouldn't do it if I didn't see that you were... Let's say… Willing.”

“I find it hard to believe,” you murmured, moving your lustful eyes away from her body, delighting your ears with the lady's amused laughter.

“Do you take me for a rapist?” she asked in a soft, almost childish voice. “Please, silly girl... I would never do something like that. I don't care if you don't believe me. I have principles, you know?”

You just nodded, confirming with those words that you wanted to be there, that you wanted to do it. Not to save your life, but because you wanted to do it. That truth fell on you like a bucket of cold water.

“Get on your knees, tesoro,” Donna ordered you in a stern but understanding tone at the same time.

Then you realized. You could have run away, taken advantage of the fact that she was watching you to escape, to attack her by breaking a mirror and sticking a piece of glass into her... beautiful neck. You didn't do it. You didn't want to do it.

“What do you want me to do?” you asked, blinded by desire, dazzled by her beauty, by the smell of lavender, by the excitement you caused in her body.

“Do I really have to tell you? Come on, be a smart girl,” she said, jokingly, pushing your head between her legs.

You couldn't explain what you felt when you surrounded her shaft with your lips, when the taste of her arousal mixed with your saliva. It was such a new and pleasurable sensation that you really reconsidered following the cult of the evil Miranda.

Your inexperience disappeared thanks to the movements of her hand on your head indicating how she liked it, how she wanted you to move.

“You're good... Your mouth is... Perfect...” the lady murmured, with her eye closed, enjoying your tongue caressing the tip, your hand matching the movements of your lips, the heat that your skin gave off due to desire. “So beautiful…”

You couldn’t help but smile at the compliment, feeling valued, admired, revered in a way you never thought you would feel. You may have lost your mind, but you didn’t want it back. Your attraction went from fleeting to sick. You wanted Donna, you desired her, you were sure you could come to love her. If your father had seen you like this…

“Stop, that’s enough,” she ordered you, gently pulling your hair, bending down to kiss you quickly, messily and in a hot way. “Lie down on the bed and spread your legs, will you?”

“Yes,” you sighed with a satisfied smile, one that she returned. You should never underestimate a Lord. She knew perfectly well what you were thinking, what your mind wanted.

Were you that obvious?

“I would like to hear you say my name, I'm sure it sounds perfect on your lips,” the lady murmured, getting rid of the rest of her clothes, walking with you towards the bed, putting you in the position she wanted, that you wanted.

“Donna,” you said, with a sigh, letting her body climb yours, her lips rest on your breasts, her hands scratch the delicate skin of your legs.

“Perfect, just as I thought,” she whispered in your ear, moving your legs to separate them a before positioning her shaft at your embarrassingly wet entrance.

The contact made you moan, writhe in pleasure. Her movements stopped, her gaze suddenly cold.

“Hey, I… No, I'm not going to force you,” Donna said in a soft tone, sighing, her gaze confused but fixed on yours, comforting you with soft caresses on your cheek. “You can go if you want. I, I won't kill you, I promise.”

“Why the change of mind?” you asked nervously, moaning at the lost contact. Donna sighed again, sitting up, running a hand through her black hair.

“I don't want you to suffer,” she said simply, shaking her head. “I don't want to ruin something as beautiful as you just… Just because my siblings laugh at me.”

“Donna,” you sighed, caressing her cheek, making her close her eye from your touch. “If I'm going to die…”

“I've already told you that I'm not going to…” she protested, with a deranged look, something that your finger on her lips interrupted.

“I'd like it to be in your arms…” you whispered, kissing her, giving in to your thoughts, to those feelings that slowly grew inside you. Being loved, desired, that was much better than killing a pack of lycans.

She nodded with a smile, recovering the ardor of her touch, the caresses, positioning herself again at your entrance, slowly entering.

“Ah…” you protested at the intrusion, at the loss of your innocence. Your body also moaned, squeezing her erection tightly, stretching your walls so it could slide in without difficulty.

“You made a bad decision, silly girl,” Donna murmured when she was completely inside of you, when her shaft had already completely taken over your wetness. “Now I won't be able to stop…”

Gasps, moans, movements of your hips… Everything was an overwhelming mix for your senses. Her thrusts were firm, but her hands soothed your pain, the sensation of stretching you, of containing her shaft inside you, of dancing with it inside of you.

The moans adorned the walls, the movements. Kisses, caresses… An orgasm… Everything was new to you, everything was too pleasurable for you.

With an erratic movement, the lady released herself inside of you, caressing your body with her warmth, with her warm seed, possessing you irremediably, moaning scandalously, moving to feel the combined moisture of your two burning bodies.

“Donna,” you sighed, once the atmosphere relaxed again, your bodies hugging each other as if you had been lovers for a long time, something that sounded better and better in your head. “My father will kill me if he finds out…” you sighed, starting to feel guilty for falling into the clutches of your enemy.

“That has an easy solution,” she commented, lying down next to you, admiring your beauty, one that only she could see. “Stay with me, forever.”

[n3ptoonz]

Hey I thought of something cute. Can you do the earth realm men reacting to their crush giving them a good luck kiss before a fight/mission? And it’s before they are in a relationship :3

yess😩this cute asf

no warnings; fluff, pre-relationship, i didn't add geras cause i fr didn't know what to put for him 💔

When you gave a good luck kiss to...

Kung Lao, he froze. His usual arrogance was out the window and he looked at you like you were a godsend. It was a simple kiss on the cheek, aimed at his dimple too, and now he feels like he can conquer just about anything and anybody. Once he snaps out of it he's like "You should do that more often...for good luck of course."

Tomas, he almost cried. Why? Well, not even he knows. Maybe it's because he's touch starved. Perhaps because he has a huge crush on you and didn't know how to tell you, afraid you wouldn't feel the same. Now he knows, and that kiss just became the peak of living. It'll never leave his mind. After a few stutters he murmurs a thank you and hugs you before leaving.

Bi-Han, he had to keep a straight face. On the outside he just nodded and told you he'll be fine and training his whole life came to this. On the inside? He's screaming. He's also touch starved and has zero idea how to react to affection. He's screaming at himself for not acknowledging your sentiment more, but knowing him, the small smirk on his face and the confidence in his strides told you everything you needed to know.

Kenshi, he also had a neutral face, but he was blushing like crazy. He was trying to think of different things to say and nothing could really come out. He's also not used to being open about his emotions, but he's not opposed to most of them. Especially when it came to you. He then bowed and gave a small smile, promising himself to confess if he comes back alive.

Raiden, he couldn't stop smiling. This man was straight cheesing and can't help himself. He thanked you and even suggested you walk with him until he had to leave through the portal to Outworld. Once you two got there he turned to you and said "If I come back unscathed, I have something important to tell you. Don't let me forget." (and you sure as hell were not going to)

Johnny, he made it his mission to not shut the fuck up about it. Around you he was what he claimed "calm, cool, and collected," however, there was faint blush on his face and he so clearly had to bump his own ego to 1000 to look cool in front of you. He bragged to everybody on the mission the whole time and definitely planned to dramatically tell you he likes you when he comes back alive.

Kuai Liang, he may have slightly panicked and gave a respectful bow to you like you were his superior, when it was quite literally the opposite. That was typically his way of expressing gratitude so he just went with that. He played it off pretty well but was mentally kicking himself. Although the smile of amusement on your face did keep him from being too serious on the matter.

Liu Kang, he'd be the only one out of everyone here to a) give you a kiss back and b) actually confess his feelings. He gave you that look like he gave kitana and was just honest with you. Though you didn't have much to worry about because he's literally all powerful, and he knew you knew that, but he still thought it was right. It made the moment more special, in his eyes.

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OKAY HEAR ME OUT CHOCCY SEB GIVES CLORA A SNAKE RING?!?!

Soooooo rereading the fic and I’m back to chapter 33, and it totally popped into my head that they are IN THE VICTORIAN ERA and do ya know what was super popular after the engagement ring that Queen Victoria was given by Prince Albert? A SNAKE RING

AND IF THAT AINT SEB TREATING CLORA LIKE THE QUEEN SHE IS THEN I DONT KNOW WHAT IS 😭💙💚✨

Thank you for coming to my ted talk 🫣😂

LMFAOO YESS TRUST ME, IVE SEEN THIS AFTER DOING MY OWN RESEARCH ABOUT VICTORIAN RINGS, ITS SO PERFECT!! AND THE FACT THAT ITS GREEN TOO LMAO, prince albert was a possessive slytherin confirmed!!🤪 but yea ill DEFS be incorporating a snake into the final design of cloras ring HAHA. i basically HAVE to...yknow, for period accuracy 🥰

WOO YAY im glad i could inspire you to start writing!!!🙏and i get it, writing fanfic is defs self indulgent and for ourselves first and foremost, but obvs nobody wants to release their work into the void😩 as for how my own fic got popular, one of the main things is defs timing. i published the first chap basically within the first week of the game being out (it came out on the 10th and my chap was on the 18th) so it was there right at the peak/start of the fandom. but i also dont wanna attribute it all to timing BAHHA cuz i think im a pretty good writer and that helps....my fic also didnt get popular right away, but i was consistently posting every single week + eventually started adding art every single week, and was just really dedicated to not only writing but also drawing art for it (which is also obvs another huge factor/probs the biggest factor). ive had so many ppl tell me they started reading my fic bc they saw my art on pinterest or something LOL, and some ppl have even read it fandom-blind bc they were into the seb/clora dynamic??? which is another point actually. i always joke about how i love my cliches and good girl+bad boy dynamics, and that im unashamed about loving them LOL, but also...they're cliches for a reason!!! lots of us eat that shit up!!!😤so i think thats defs another factor, vs if my fic was a bit more niche and avant garde LOL the fandom is also (understandably) a lot slower than it was at the beginning of the year so itll be harder in general, but maybe you could commission art to go with your fanfic? ive seen a lot of other HL fanfic writers do it, and i think it defs helps to draw attention! GOOD LUCK and i hope you keep writing!!!🫡💖💖💖🙌

huh??? go with the tide pods instead, THAT shit looks bussin😩😩

AWW TYY😭😭I LOVE THAT HAHAH AND IM GLAD U THINK SO💖💖 my friend also asked me this question after seeing my recent ask, and i STILL have no idea what i would have named it instead LMAOO, thats how bad i am at naming things. even a year later im like bruh idk!!! clora and sebs bizarre adventures??? i guess id probs make it something light/dark themed in retrospect, or something more specific to the ancient magic, but i still have no idea what LOL