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9116 ยท 1 year ago
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via _joshuasnowโ€™s Instagram story | January 25, 2024
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radiowave2 ยท 29 days ago
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Vampire Meleanor would be so hot Iโ€™m getting all new Meleanor thoughts now
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savvylittlecoxswain ยท 1 year ago
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Ok now that I know for a fact that Bobby was on the fencing team (thank you @kjxlll) I need the boys on their day off bored af cause Bobby isnโ€™t there to โ€œorganize activitiesโ€ for them. And so at the last minute they decide to go to a fencing tournament being held on campus. And they go there and def get all into it like goddamn just look at them go. And then a UW fencer wins and everyone is so freaking pumped, but when the fencer takes off his helmet during the celebration they realize that it was Bobby.
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goldrushgold ยท 1 month ago
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I started watching Love Lies Bleeding today
๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿš<-me
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equestriaqueerz2025 ยท 2 years ago
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Sunset: Geez Flash, you can be SO annoying sometimes! ๐Ÿ˜‘
Flash: Butโ€ฆ.weโ€™re dating???
Sunset:โ€ฆ๐Ÿ˜ณ
Sunset: Doesnโ€™t make you less annoying๏ฟผโ€ฆ๐Ÿ˜’
Pinkie Pie: Donโ€™t worry Sunbunny & Flashy! Your both annoying and I love you both the same! ๐Ÿ˜š
Sci Twi: *On the side, watching her girlfriends and boyfriend being the embarrassing adorkable dorks that theyโ€™re are*
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โ€œOMG YOU GUYS ARE ALL EQUALLY CUTE AND EMBARRASSING, PLEASE STOP!โ€
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evangelust ยท 1 year ago
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Trying Nigori sake for the first time
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mocksyoucondescendingly ยท 1 year ago
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over two hundred millenium of cumulative techniological evolution - and, no natural predators; yet i am still extremely afraid of the dark and the โ€œShapesโ€ within it =_=
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pinkfey ยท 2 years ago
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remembering the emotional thrills i experienced during bridgerton season twoโ€ฆโ€ฆ.. we NEED to revive the romance genre. the girls are STARVING!!!!!
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souleater ยท 1 year ago
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hyunjinsjeans ยท 4 months ago
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Can we agree that Reader arrived H word to this fic? Because girly was flustered from line 1 (cannot blame Reader)
Hotel Showers
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SMUT. MINORS DNI.
This fic was a request from @chanchansgirly (here) and part of my 500 followers celebration! The request was prompt #1, only one bed, with Chan, NSFW!
I hope you all like it!
Summary: Y/n and Chan get stuck in a very cold hotel room together... and there's only one bed.
Pairing: Bang Chan x Flustered!reader
Includes: only one bed trope, handcuffs, fingering, cumming inside (PLEASEEEEE USE A CONDOM IRL)
Word count: 1.9k
Taglist (Comment on a post/send an ask if you'd like to be added): @weirdowithaphone, @caught-in-the-afterglow, @palindrome969, @skzstan12345, @katsukis1wife,
@hyunjinsjeans, @somethingkindazainy, @silverstarburst, @atzlordz, @jeonginsleftcheek
Network:@mirohs-aurora-society
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โ€œSeriously?โ€ You blinked at the desk attendant.
He smiled back at you apologetically. โ€œIโ€™m sorry, maโ€™am, but Iโ€™m afraid the blizzardโ€™s got us more crowded than expected. The only room we have left does just have the one bed.โ€
You sighed. โ€œJust give me the key.โ€
He nodded. โ€œYes, maโ€™am.โ€
You walked back over to Chan, key card in hand. โ€œSorry, it looks like theyโ€™ve only got one room left, and it only has one bed.โ€
Chan smiled. โ€œOh, no worries. Itโ€™s just one night.โ€
โ€œI can sleep on the floor if you want. Or in the chair. Those hotel chairs are surprisingly comfy sometimes. I mean, sometimes theyโ€™re just not, but, like, this one will probably be fine.โ€ You found yourself rambling.
Chan laughed. โ€œY/n, if youโ€™re okay with sharing the bed, that works for me.โ€
โ€œOhโ€”okay.โ€ You could feel your cheeks reddening.
He turned towards the elevator. โ€œLetsโ€™ go.โ€
You went upstairs to your room, and you pulled a book out of your bag to read while Chan was in the shower. You tried to stop yourself from thinking about that shower, about the water running through his hair, down his shoulders, over his abs, and lowerโ€ฆ
You closed your book with a sigh, opting to doomscroll instagram instead.
The water turned off, and a few minutes later Chan opened the door. Thankfully for your sanity, he was wearing a shirt. โ€œBathroomโ€™s all yours.โ€
You smiled. โ€œOkay, Iโ€™ll just be a few minutes.โ€
You went into the bathroom. It felt strangely intimate, erotic, almost, to be in a bathroom filled with the steam from Chanโ€™s shower.
You started your shower before you realized youโ€™d left your body wash in your suitcase. You resigned yourself to hotel soap before seeing Chanโ€™s little blue bottle on the shelf. He mustโ€™ve left it there.
He probably wouldnโ€™t care if you used it, right?
You carefully squeezed some into your palm. It smelled good, masculine and clean.
You got out of the shower, dried off, and put on a T-shirt and sleep shorts. You regretted your decision as soon as you stepped out of the now even steamier bathroom. โ€œMy God, itโ€™s cold.โ€
Chan laughed from where he was sitting under the covers. โ€œI was just messing with the thermostat, doesnโ€™t look like itโ€™s getting any warmer in here.โ€
You gave a short exhale. โ€œOf course.โ€
Chan patted the sheets beside him. โ€œHere, itโ€™s warmer in bed.โ€
You got in bed with him, burrowing under the blankets. โ€œI guess a little bit.โ€
โ€œCan I help?โ€
โ€œCanโ€ฆ can you help?โ€ You were confused.
โ€œCan I touch you?โ€ Chanโ€™s smile was soft. โ€œJust to help warm you up.โ€
โ€œOhโ€ฆ um, yeah, please.โ€
Chan reached towards you, pulling you into his arms and cuddling you close to his chest.
You were sure he was able to feel your heartbeat, because you could feel it all over your body, especially between your legs.
โ€œAre you comfortable?โ€ Chan whispered.
โ€œYeah, Iโ€™m really comfortable.โ€ You pushed your head into his chest. โ€œYouโ€™re warm, Channie.โ€
โ€œChannie?โ€ He laughed.
โ€œIโ€” sorry, I just, like, a nickname, you know, like, how, like, friends call each other nicknames. You know, like friends do?โ€ You rambled.
โ€œY/n, calm down. Youโ€™re allowed to call me Channie. I would even go so far as to say I like it.โ€
โ€œOh.โ€ You could feel your cheeks going hot.
He paused for a moment. โ€œWait.โ€ He helped roll you over, so your back was flush against his chest. You could feel yourself growing wet at the manhandling.
He pushed his face into the crook of your neck and inhaled deeply. You took a shuddering breath of your own at how his lips brushed your skin.
โ€œDid you use my body wash?โ€
โ€œUmโ€ฆ I forgot mine, I didnโ€™t think youโ€™dโ€ฆ mind.โ€
โ€œI donโ€™tโ€ฆ mind, exactly.โ€
โ€œWhat does that mean?โ€
โ€œIt means I think itโ€™s hot more than I think itโ€™s a problem. Which is, in and of itself, a problem.โ€
โ€œWhy?โ€ You breathed.
โ€œBecause weโ€™re sharing a bedโ€ฆ catch my drift?โ€
โ€œI think you need to spell it out for me.โ€ You shifted, angling your hips against his crotch. You could feel a bulge forming already.
He hissed. โ€œY/n, donโ€™t tease.โ€
โ€œIโ€™m not teasing.โ€ You whispered. โ€œI mean it.โ€
You squeaked as Chan flipped you around again, and you were met with his piercing gaze. โ€œYou mean it?โ€
โ€œYeah.โ€
His hand drifted up the inside of your thigh. โ€œHow do you want it?โ€
You were a little taken off guard. โ€œWant it? Iโ€” uh, inside me, I think.โ€
He laughed, then brought his lips up to your ear to whisper to you. โ€œI mean, do you want it rough? Want to worship me? Want me to put you on a leash and choke you like a dog? Do you want me so bad youโ€™d do anything for me?โ€ He nibbled on your earlobe, and you shifted with a whine. โ€œYou know, if youโ€™re into that.โ€
โ€œYes, Chan.โ€
โ€œTo which one?โ€
โ€œAll of it.โ€
He smiled, and you were caught off guard by his wide, ray-of-sunshine grin. โ€œWeโ€™re gonna have fun. Iโ€™ll be right back.โ€ He got off the bed, and you shivered at the sudden loss of his heat.
He shuffled through his luggage before pulling out a pair of leather handcuffs.ย  You didnโ€™t even want to question where heโ€™d gotten them or why they were in his suitcase. โ€œYou want these?โ€
Your eyes widened. โ€œYe-yes, Chan, I do want those.โ€
โ€œGood girl.โ€ He murmured, climbing back onto the bed. โ€œIโ€™m gonna tie your hands to the headboard, okay?โ€
โ€œYes, Channie.โ€ You held out your hands. He guided you to lay back, and he fastened the cuffs around your wrists and then clipped them around the headboard. You tugged a bit at them, and you moaned when they didnโ€™t give.
He just sat in front of you for a moment, watching you watch him.
โ€œBeautiful.โ€ He eventually mumbled. โ€œLift up those hips for me, and weโ€™ll get your shorts off.โ€
You nodded, lifting your hips so Chan could slide your shorts and underwear off. You were soaked, and Chan dragged a finger through it before licking it clean. โ€œDamn, all this over me just touching you a bit?โ€
โ€œIโ€” I mean, before, the shower, I was just thinking aboutโ€” um, about nothing.โ€ You stopped before you could make a complete fool of yourself by admitting to picturing him naked in the shower.
It was too late for that, though. Chan raised an eyebrow. โ€œWere you thinking about me in the shower?โ€
You swallowed. โ€œUhโ€ฆ maybe.โ€
He shook his head, smiling. โ€œYou want me more than youโ€™ve been letting on, donโ€™t you?โ€
โ€œUhโ€ฆ maybe.โ€ You said again.
His eyes raked over you. Once, then again. โ€œCan I finger you, sweetheart?โ€
You felt a wave of heat rush through you, and you were hyperaware of your heartbeat again, pulsing through you. โ€œYes, please.โ€
He circled one finger around your entrance for a moment before beginning to press inside. You whined.
He paused. โ€œSomething wrong, baby?โ€
โ€œNo!โ€ You squeaked. โ€œNothingโ€™s wrong! Keep going, Channie, please.โ€ You breathed the last word, and you were unsure for a moment if heโ€™d even heard you until he hummed.
โ€œPlease sounds so good coming from your mouth, baby.โ€ He all but purred, pushing his finger in all the way.ย  Your eyes rolled back, and a broken moan fell from your lips. โ€œSay it again.โ€
โ€œPlease.โ€ You whispered. โ€œAnother finger, Chan, please.โ€
โ€œYouโ€™re asking so nicely.โ€ He added another finger, as requested, and you arched your back off the bed.
โ€œFuck.โ€
โ€œCan you take another?โ€
โ€œYes.โ€
He added in a third finger. You felt so deliciously full of him, and you absently wondered if his cock would fill you up as good.
He pulled out his fingers and licked them clean, keeping eye contact with you the whole time. His tongue lewdly lapped at his long fingers, making wet noises.
You moaned. โ€œPlease, Chan.โ€
He paused to raise his eyebrows at you. โ€œWhat are you begging for, hm?โ€
โ€œYou.โ€ You said honestly. โ€œWant you, um, deepโ€” deep inside me.โ€
โ€œShy all of a sudden?โ€ He dropped his hand to your pussy, rubbing at your clit. โ€œIโ€™m gonna be deep inside of you in just a second, sweetheart.โ€
You pushed your hips into his hand, and he laughed. โ€œGreedy little thing.โ€ He pulled away to take off his shirt and pants, leaving him completely naked on the bed in front of you.
โ€œFuck.โ€ You whispered. Youโ€™d known he was muscular, but he was absolutely gorgeous like this, sculpted like heโ€™d been made by Michelangelo.
And his cockโ€ฆ he was big, and he was hard, and you wanted him so badly you were practically salivating.
โ€œCan I fuck you now?โ€ He whispered, his hands hovering over your hips, waiting for your consent.
โ€œYes, Chan, please, yes.โ€
You watched as he lined himself up with your dripping hole. โ€œReady?โ€
You nodded. โ€œMhm.โ€
You put your attention to his face as he pushed inside, at the way his expression went slack as he went deeper and deeper inside of you. You tried to reach up to touch him, but the cuffs rattled loudly.ย  Something burned inside you. The restraints were turning you on.
His eyes snapped open. โ€œYou okay?โ€
โ€œYeah, justโ€ฆ itโ€™s hot, not being able to touch you, while you touch me all you want.โ€ You said shakily.
He smirked. โ€œGood, thatโ€™s the goal.โ€
โ€œCan you fuck me now?โ€
He pushed your hair back from your desperate expression, gently pressed a kiss to your forehead. โ€œYes, sweetheart.โ€
He started to rock back and forth, and it took a bit of adjustment before you found a position that was comfortable, but when you settled into it, it was heavenly. Chanโ€™s cock hit spots inside you you didnโ€™t even know existed, and you were soon seeing stars. You gently moaned with each of his thrusts, the sounds of his skin on yours and your moans and his strangled noises filling the room. Chan was so good at this, so good at figuring out exactly what your body needed.
Chan changed angles one more time, and you were suddenly crying out with every motion inside you. โ€œFuck, Channie, thatโ€™s so good, donโ€™t stop!โ€
โ€œIโ€™m not gonna stop, sweetheart.โ€ He grunted, his hands beginning to feel up your chest. โ€œIโ€™m not gonna stop. You feel so good around me, so warm, so nice and tight, fuck.โ€
You whined, glad you were being good for him.
Eventually Chanโ€™s movements grew animalistic; his thrusts shorter, tighter. โ€œIโ€™m gonna cum, sweetheart.โ€
โ€œInside!โ€ You moaned. โ€œCum inside, Chan, please, please, Chan, pleaseโ€” oh!โ€
You could feel him cum inside you just as your own orgasm hit, and you twitched through it while Chan collapsed on top of you.
Both of you were drained. Chan unclipped the handcuffs and took them off, and you cuddled under the blanket. โ€œSo cold.โ€
โ€œIt is.โ€ Chan wrapped himself around you. โ€œWhat do you say we take another shower, together, to warm up and clean off?โ€
You nodded, snuggling into his chest. โ€œYes, that sounds lovely.โ€
โ€œThat means we actually have to get out of bed, you know.โ€
You gave a long-suffering sigh. โ€œFine.โ€
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vvniceday ยท 1 year ago
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omg absolutely insane drew helooo
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pjackk ยท 1 year ago
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i can make pictures easily๐Ÿ˜€๐Ÿ˜ƒ๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ™‚๐Ÿ™ƒ๐Ÿซ ๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜‡๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿคฉ๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜—โ˜บ๏ธ๐Ÿ˜š๐Ÿ˜™๐Ÿฅฒ๐Ÿ˜‹๐Ÿคฉ๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜—โ˜บ๏ธ๐Ÿ˜š๐Ÿ˜™๐Ÿฅฒ๐Ÿ˜‹๐Ÿ˜›๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿคช๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿค‘๐Ÿค—๐Ÿคญ๐Ÿซข๐Ÿซฃ๐Ÿคซ๐Ÿค”๐Ÿซก๐Ÿค๐Ÿคจ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜‘๐Ÿ˜ถ๐Ÿซฅ๐Ÿ˜ถโ€๐ŸŒซ๏ธ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜’๐Ÿ™„๐Ÿ˜ฌ๐Ÿ˜ฎโ€๐Ÿ’จ๐Ÿคฅ๐Ÿซจ๐Ÿ™‚โ€โ†”๏ธ๐Ÿ™‚โ€โ†•๏ธ๐Ÿ˜Œ๐Ÿ˜”๐Ÿ˜ช๐Ÿคค๐Ÿ˜ด๐Ÿ˜ท๐Ÿค’๐Ÿค•๐Ÿคข๐Ÿคฎ๐Ÿคง๐Ÿฅต๐Ÿฅถ๐Ÿฅด๐Ÿ˜ต๐Ÿ˜ตโ€๐Ÿ’ซ๐Ÿคฏ๐Ÿค ๐Ÿฅณ๐Ÿฅธ๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿค“๐Ÿง๐Ÿ˜•๐Ÿซค๐Ÿ˜Ÿ๐Ÿ™โ˜น๏ธ๐Ÿ˜ฎ๐Ÿ˜ฏ๐Ÿ˜ฒ๐Ÿ˜ณ๐Ÿฅบ๐Ÿฅน๐Ÿ˜ฆ๐Ÿ˜ง๐Ÿ˜จ๐Ÿ˜ฐ๐Ÿ˜ฅ๐Ÿ˜ข๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ฑ๐Ÿ˜ฃ๐Ÿ˜ฃ๐Ÿ˜ž๐Ÿ˜“๐Ÿ˜ฉ๐Ÿ˜ซ๐Ÿฅฑ๐Ÿ˜ค๐Ÿ˜ก๐Ÿ˜ ๐Ÿคฌ๐Ÿ˜ˆ๐Ÿ‘ฟ๐Ÿ’€โ˜ ๏ธ๐Ÿ’ฉ๐Ÿคก๐Ÿ‘น๐Ÿ‘บ๐Ÿ‘ป๐Ÿ‘ฝ๐Ÿ‘พ๐Ÿค–๐Ÿ˜บ๐Ÿ˜ธ๐Ÿ˜น๐Ÿ˜ป๐Ÿ˜ผ๐Ÿ˜ฝ๐Ÿ™€๐Ÿ˜ฟ๐Ÿ˜พ๐Ÿ™ˆ๐Ÿ™‰๐Ÿ™Š๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’Œ๐Ÿ’˜๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ’“๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ’Ÿโฃ๏ธ๐Ÿ’”โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ”ฅโค๏ธโ€๐Ÿฉนโค๏ธ๐Ÿฉท๐Ÿงก๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿฉต๐Ÿ’œ๐ŸคŽ๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿฉถ๐Ÿค๐Ÿ’ฏ๐Ÿ’ข๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ’ซ๐Ÿ’ฆ๐Ÿ’จ๐Ÿ•ณ๐Ÿ’ฃ๐Ÿ’ฌ๐Ÿ—จ๐Ÿ—ฏ๐Ÿ’ญ๐Ÿ’ค๐Ÿ‘‹๐Ÿคš๐Ÿ–โœ‹๏ธ๐Ÿ––๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿซณ๐Ÿซด๐Ÿซท๐Ÿซธ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐ŸคŒ๐ŸคโœŒ๏ธ๐Ÿคž๐Ÿซฐ๐ŸคŸ๐Ÿค˜๐Ÿค™๐Ÿ‘ˆ๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿ‘†๐Ÿ–•๐Ÿ‘‡โ˜๏ธ๐Ÿซต๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘ŽโœŠ๏ธ๐Ÿ‘Š๐Ÿค›๐Ÿคœ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿคฒ๐Ÿค๐Ÿ™โœ๏ธ๐Ÿ’…๐Ÿคณ๐Ÿ’ช๐Ÿฆพ๐Ÿฆฟ๐Ÿฆต๐Ÿฆถ๐Ÿ‘‚๐Ÿฆป๐Ÿ‘ƒ๐Ÿง ๐Ÿซ€๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฆท๐Ÿฆด๐Ÿ‘€๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘…๐Ÿ‘„๐Ÿซฆ๐Ÿ‘ถ๐Ÿง’๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿง‘๐Ÿ‘ฑ๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿง”โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿง”โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง”๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฐ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฑ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆณ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฒ๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆฐ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฐ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆฑ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฑ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆณ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆณ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆฒ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฒ๐Ÿ‘ฑโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฑโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ด๐Ÿ‘ต๐Ÿง“๐Ÿ™โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ™Žโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™Žโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™Ž๐Ÿ™…โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™…โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿ™†โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™†โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™†๐Ÿ’โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ’โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ™‹โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™‹โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™‹๐Ÿงโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿงโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง๐Ÿ™‡โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™‡โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™‡๐Ÿคฆโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคฆโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿคทโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคทโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿ‘จโ€โš•๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โš•๏ธ๐Ÿง‘โ€โš•๏ธ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐ŸŽ“๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐ŸŽ“๐Ÿง‘โ€๐ŸŽ“๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿซ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿซ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿซ๐Ÿ‘จโ€โš–๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โš–๏ธ๐Ÿง‘โ€โš–๏ธ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐ŸŒพ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐ŸŒพ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐ŸŒพ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿณ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿณ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿณ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ”ง๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ”ง๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿ”ง๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿญ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿญ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿญ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ’ผ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ’ผ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿ’ผ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ”ฌ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ”ฌ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ’ป๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ’ป๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿ’ป๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐ŸŽค๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐ŸŽค๐Ÿง‘โ€๐ŸŽค๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐ŸŽจ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐ŸŽจ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐ŸŽจ๐Ÿ‘จโ€โœˆ๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โœˆ๏ธ๐Ÿง‘โ€โœˆ๏ธ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿš€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿš€๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿš€๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿš’๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿš’๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿš’๐Ÿ‘ฎโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฎโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฎ๐Ÿ•ตโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ•ตโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ•ต๐Ÿ’‚โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ’‚โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ’‚๐Ÿฅท๐Ÿ‘ทโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ทโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ท๐Ÿซ…๐Ÿคด๐Ÿ‘ธ๐Ÿ‘ณโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ณโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ณ๐Ÿ‘ฒ๐Ÿง•๐Ÿคตโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคตโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคต๐Ÿ‘ฐโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฐโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฐ๐Ÿคฐ๐Ÿซƒ๐Ÿซ„๐Ÿคฑ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿผ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ‘ผ๐ŸŽ…๐Ÿคถ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐ŸŽ„๐Ÿฆธโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿฆธโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿฆธ๐Ÿฆนโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿฆนโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿฆน๐Ÿง™โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿง™โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง™๐Ÿงšโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿงšโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿงš๐Ÿง›โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿง›โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง›๐Ÿงœโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿงœโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿงœ๐Ÿงโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿงโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง๐Ÿงžโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿงžโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿงž๐ŸงŸโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐ŸงŸโ€โ™€๏ธ๐ŸงŸ๐ŸงŒ๐Ÿ’†โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ’†โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ’†๐Ÿ’‡โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ’‡โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ’‡๐Ÿšถโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿšถโ€โ™‚๏ธโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿšถโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿšถโ€โ™€๏ธโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿšถ๐Ÿšถโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿงโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿงโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง๐ŸงŽโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐ŸงŽโ€โ™‚๏ธโ€โžก๏ธ๐ŸงŽโ€โ™€๏ธ๐ŸงŽโ€โ™€๏ธโ€โžก๏ธ๐ŸงŽ๐ŸงŽโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฏ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฏโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆฏ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆฏโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฏ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฏโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆผ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆผโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆผ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆผโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆผ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆผโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฝ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฝโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆฝ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆฝโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฝ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฝโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿƒโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿƒโ€โ™‚๏ธโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿƒโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿƒโ€โ™€๏ธโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿƒโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿ•บ๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿ•ด๐Ÿ‘ฏโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฏโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฏ๐Ÿง–โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿง–โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง–๐Ÿง—โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿง—โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง—๐Ÿคบ๐Ÿ‡โ›ท๏ธ๐Ÿ‚๐ŸŒโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐ŸŒโ€โ™€๏ธ๐ŸŒ๐Ÿ„โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ„โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ„๐Ÿšฃโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿšฃโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿšฃ๐ŸŠโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐ŸŠโ€โ™€๏ธ๐ŸŠโ›น๏ธโ€โ™‚๏ธโ›น๏ธโ€โ™€๏ธโ›น๏ธ๐Ÿ‹โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‹โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‹๐Ÿšดโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿšดโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿšด๐Ÿšตโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿšตโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿšต๐Ÿคธโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคธโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคธ๐Ÿคผโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคผโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคผ๐Ÿคฝโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคฝโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคฝ๐Ÿคพโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคพโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคพ๐Ÿคนโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคนโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคน๐Ÿง˜โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿง˜โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง˜๐Ÿ›€๐Ÿ›Œ๐Ÿ‘ฌ๐Ÿ‘ซ๐Ÿ‘ญ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿคโ€๐Ÿง‘๐Ÿ‘จโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ’‹โ€๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ’‹โ€๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ’‹โ€๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ‘จโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿ’‘๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ—ฃ๐Ÿ‘ค๐Ÿ‘ฅ๏ธ๐Ÿซ‚๐Ÿ‘ฃ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿง’๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿง’โ€๐Ÿง’๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿง’๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿง’โ€๐Ÿง’๐Ÿต๐Ÿ’๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆง๐Ÿถ๐Ÿ•๐Ÿฆฎ๐Ÿ•โ€๐Ÿฆบ๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿบ๐ŸฆŠ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฑ๐Ÿˆ๐Ÿˆโ€โฌ›๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿ…๐Ÿ†๐Ÿด๐ŸซŽ๐Ÿซ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿฆ„๐Ÿฆ“๐ŸฆŒ๐Ÿฆฌ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿ„๐Ÿท๐Ÿ–๐Ÿ—๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ๐Ÿช๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฆ™๐Ÿฆ’๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿฆฃ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆ›๐Ÿญ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ€๐Ÿน๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿ‡๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿฆซ๐Ÿฆ”๐Ÿฆ‡๐Ÿป๐Ÿจ๐Ÿปโ€โ„๏ธ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿฆฅ๐Ÿฆฆ๐Ÿฆจ๐Ÿฆ˜๐Ÿฆก๐Ÿพ๐Ÿฆƒ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ“๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿค๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿง๐Ÿ•Š๐Ÿฆ…๐Ÿฆ†๐Ÿฆข๐Ÿฆ‰๐Ÿฆค๐Ÿชถ๐Ÿฆฉ๐Ÿฆš๐Ÿฆœ๐Ÿชฝ๐Ÿฆโ€โฌ›๐Ÿชฟ๐Ÿฆโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿธ๐ŸŠ๐Ÿข๐ŸฆŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿฒ๐Ÿ‰๐Ÿฆ•๐Ÿฆ–๐Ÿณ๐Ÿ‹๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿฆญ๐ŸŸ๐Ÿ ๐Ÿก๐Ÿฆˆ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿฆ€๐Ÿฆž๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆ‘๐Ÿš๐Ÿชธ๐Ÿชผ๐ŸŒ๐Ÿฆ‹๐Ÿ›๐Ÿœ๐Ÿ๐Ÿชฒ๐Ÿž๐Ÿฆ—๐Ÿ•ท๐Ÿชณ๐Ÿ•ธ๐Ÿฆ‚๐ŸฆŸ๐Ÿชฐ๐Ÿชฑ๐Ÿฆ ๐Ÿ’๐ŸŒธ๐Ÿ’ฎ๐Ÿชท๐Ÿต๐ŸŒน๐Ÿฅ€๐ŸŒบ๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒผ๐ŸŒท๐Ÿชปโš˜๏ธ๐ŸŒฑ๐Ÿชด๐ŸŒฒ๐ŸŒณ๐ŸŒด๐ŸŒต๐ŸŒพ๐ŸŒฟโ˜˜๏ธ๐Ÿ€๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿชน๐Ÿชบ๐Ÿ‡๐Ÿˆ๐Ÿ‰๐ŸŠ๐Ÿ‹๐ŸŒ๐Ÿ๐Ÿฅญ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ“๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿ…๐Ÿซ’๐Ÿฅฅ๐Ÿ‹โ€๐ŸŸฉ๐Ÿฅ‘๐Ÿ†๐Ÿฅ”๐Ÿฅ•๐ŸŒฝ๐ŸŒถ๐Ÿซ‘๐Ÿฅ’๐Ÿฅฌ๐Ÿฅฆ๐Ÿง„๐Ÿง…๐Ÿ„๐Ÿฅœ๐Ÿซ˜๐ŸŒฐ๐Ÿซš๐Ÿซ›๐Ÿ„โ€๐ŸŸซ๐Ÿž๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฅ–๐Ÿซ“๐Ÿฅจ๐Ÿฅฏ๐Ÿฅž๐Ÿง‡๐Ÿง€๐Ÿ–๐Ÿ—๐Ÿฅฉ๐Ÿฅ“๐Ÿ”๐ŸŸ๐Ÿ•๐ŸŒญ๐Ÿฅช๐ŸŒฎ๐ŸŒฏ๐Ÿซ”๐Ÿฅ™๐Ÿง†๐Ÿฅš๐Ÿณ๐Ÿฅ˜๐Ÿฒ๐Ÿซ•๐Ÿฅฃ๐Ÿฅ—๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿงˆ๐Ÿง‚๐Ÿฅซ๐Ÿฑ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ™๐Ÿš๐Ÿ›๐Ÿœ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ ๐Ÿข๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿฆช๐Ÿค๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฅฎ๐Ÿก๐ŸฅŸ๐Ÿฅ ๐Ÿฅก๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿง๐Ÿจ๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿช๐ŸŽ‚๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿง๐Ÿฅง๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿญ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿฅ›โ˜•๏ธ๐Ÿซ–๐Ÿต๐Ÿถ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿท๐Ÿธ๐Ÿน๐Ÿบ๐Ÿป๐Ÿฅ‚๐Ÿฅƒ๐Ÿซ—๐Ÿฅค๐Ÿง‹๐Ÿงƒ๐Ÿง‰๐ŸงŠ๐Ÿฅข๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿด๐Ÿฅ„๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿซ™๐Ÿบ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒŽ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒ๐Ÿ—บ๐Ÿงญ๐Ÿ”โ›ฐ๏ธ๐ŸŒ‹๐Ÿ—ป๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ–๐Ÿœ๐Ÿ๐Ÿž๐ŸŸ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿ—๐Ÿงฑ๐Ÿชจ๐Ÿชต๐Ÿ›–๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿš๐Ÿ ๐Ÿก๐Ÿข๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿค๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿจ๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿช๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿญ๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿ’’๐Ÿ—ผ๐Ÿ—ฝโ›ช๏ธ๐Ÿ•Œ๐Ÿ›•๐Ÿ•โ›ฉ๏ธ๐Ÿ•‹โ›ฒ๏ธโ›บ๏ธ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒƒ๐Ÿ™๐ŸŒ„๐ŸŒ…๐ŸŒ†๐ŸŒ‡๐ŸŒ‰โ™จ๏ธ๐ŸŽ ๐Ÿ›๐ŸŽก๐ŸŽข๐Ÿ’ˆ๐ŸŽช๐Ÿš‚๐Ÿš๐Ÿš„๐Ÿš…๐Ÿš†๐Ÿš‡๐Ÿšˆ๐Ÿš‰๐ŸšŠ๐Ÿš๐Ÿšž๐Ÿš‹๐ŸšŒ๐Ÿš๐ŸšŽ๐Ÿš๐Ÿš‘๐Ÿš’๐Ÿš“๐Ÿš”๐Ÿš•๐Ÿš–๐Ÿš—๐Ÿš˜๐Ÿš™๐Ÿ›ป๐Ÿšš๐Ÿš›๐Ÿšœ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ›ต๐Ÿฆฝ๐Ÿฆผ๐Ÿ›บ๐Ÿšฒ๐Ÿ›ด๐Ÿ›น๐Ÿ›ผ๐Ÿš๐Ÿ›ฃ๐Ÿ›ค๐Ÿ›ขโ›ฝ๏ธ๐Ÿ›ž๐Ÿšจ๐Ÿšฅ๐Ÿšฆ๐Ÿ›‘๐Ÿšงโš“๏ธ๐Ÿ›Ÿโ›ต๏ธ๐Ÿ›ถ๐Ÿšค๐Ÿ›ณโ›ด๏ธ๐Ÿ›ฅ๐Ÿšขโœˆ๏ธ๐Ÿ›ฉ๐Ÿ›ซ๐Ÿ›ฌ๐Ÿช‚๐Ÿ’บ๐Ÿš๐ŸšŸ๐Ÿš ๐Ÿšก๐Ÿ›ฐ๐Ÿš€๐Ÿ›ธ๐Ÿ›Ž๐ŸงณโŒ›๏ธโณ๏ธโŒš๏ธโฐ๏ธโฑ๏ธโฒ๏ธ๐Ÿ•ฐ๐Ÿ•›๐Ÿ•ง๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ•œ๐Ÿ•‘๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ•’๐Ÿ•ž๐Ÿ•“๐Ÿ•Ÿ๐Ÿ•”๐Ÿ• ๐Ÿ••๐Ÿ•ก๐Ÿ•–๐Ÿ•ข๐Ÿ•—๐Ÿ•ฃ๐Ÿ•˜๐Ÿ•ค๐Ÿ•™๐Ÿ•ฅ๐Ÿ•š๐Ÿ•ฆ๐ŸŒ‘๐ŸŒ’๐ŸŒ“๐ŸŒ”๐ŸŒ•๐ŸŒ–๐ŸŒ—๐ŸŒ˜๐ŸŒ™๐ŸŒš๐ŸŒ›๐ŸŒœ๐ŸŒกโ˜€๏ธ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒž๐Ÿชโญ๏ธ๐ŸŒŸ๐ŸŒ ๐ŸŒŒโ˜๏ธโ›…๏ธโ›ˆ๏ธ๐ŸŒค๐ŸŒฅ๐ŸŒฆ๐ŸŒง๐ŸŒจ๐ŸŒฉ๐ŸŒช๐ŸŒซ๐ŸŒฌ๐ŸŒ€๐ŸŒˆ๐ŸŒ‚โ˜‚๏ธโ˜”๏ธโ›ฑ๏ธ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ธโ„๏ธโ˜ƒ๏ธโ›„๏ธโ˜„๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ’ง๐ŸŒŠ๐ŸŽƒ๐ŸŽ„๐ŸŽ†๐ŸŽ‡๐Ÿงจโœจ๏ธ๐ŸŽˆ๐ŸŽ‰๐ŸŽŠ๐ŸŽ‹๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ‘๐Ÿงง๐ŸŽ€๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ—๐ŸŽŸ๐ŸŽซ๐ŸŽ–๐Ÿ†๐Ÿ…๐Ÿฅ‡๐Ÿฅˆ๐Ÿฅ‰โšฝ๏ธโšพ๏ธ๐ŸฅŽ๐Ÿ€๐Ÿ๐Ÿˆ๐Ÿ‰๐ŸŽพ๐Ÿฅ๐ŸŽณ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ’๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿธ๐ŸฅŠ๐Ÿฅ‹๐Ÿฅ…โ›ณ๏ธโ›ธ๏ธ๐ŸŽฃ๐Ÿคฟ๐ŸŽฝ๐ŸŽฟ๐Ÿ›ท๐ŸฅŒ๐ŸŽฏ๐Ÿช€๐Ÿช๐ŸŽฑ๐Ÿ”ฎ๐Ÿช„๐Ÿงฟ๐Ÿชฌ๐ŸŽฎ๐Ÿ•น๐ŸŽฐ๐ŸŽฒ๐Ÿงฉ๐Ÿงธ๐Ÿช…๐Ÿชฉ๐Ÿช†โ™ ๏ธโ™ฅ๏ธโ™ฆ๏ธโ™ฃ๏ธโ™Ÿ๏ธ๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿ€„๐ŸŽด๐ŸŽญ๐Ÿ–ผ๐ŸŽจ๐Ÿงต๐Ÿชก๐Ÿงถ๐Ÿชข๐Ÿ‘“๐Ÿ•ถ๐Ÿฅฝ๐Ÿฅผ๐Ÿฆบ๐Ÿ‘”๐Ÿ‘•๐Ÿ‘–๐Ÿงฃ๐Ÿงค๐Ÿงฅ๐Ÿงฆ๐Ÿ‘—๐Ÿ‘˜๐Ÿฅป๐Ÿฉฑ๐Ÿฉฒ๐Ÿฉณ๐Ÿ‘™๐Ÿ‘š๐Ÿชญ๐Ÿ‘›๐Ÿ‘œ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ›๐ŸŽ’๐Ÿฉด๐Ÿ‘ž๐Ÿ‘Ÿ๐Ÿฅพ๐Ÿฅฟ๐Ÿ‘ ๐Ÿ‘ก๐Ÿฉฐ๐Ÿ‘ข๐Ÿชฎ๐Ÿ‘‘๐Ÿ‘’๐ŸŽฉ๐ŸŽ“๐Ÿงข๐Ÿช–โ›‘๏ธ๐Ÿ“ฟ๐Ÿ’„๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’Ž๐Ÿ”‡๐Ÿ”ˆ๐Ÿ”‰๐Ÿ”Š๐Ÿ“ข๐Ÿ“ฃ๐Ÿ“ฏ๐Ÿ””๐Ÿ”•๐ŸŽผ๐ŸŽต๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽ™๐ŸŽš๐ŸŽ›๐ŸŽค๐ŸŽง๐Ÿ“ป๐ŸŽท๐Ÿช—๐ŸŽธ๐ŸŽน๐ŸŽบ๐ŸŽป๐Ÿช•๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿช˜๐Ÿช‡๐Ÿชˆ๐Ÿ“ฑ๐Ÿ“ฒโ˜Ž๏ธ๐Ÿ“ž๐Ÿ“Ÿ๐Ÿ“ ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐Ÿชซ๐Ÿ”Œ๐Ÿ’ป๐Ÿ–ฅ๐Ÿ–จโŒจ๏ธ๐Ÿ–ฑ๐Ÿ–ฒ๐Ÿ’ฝ๐Ÿ’พ๐Ÿ’ฟ๐Ÿ“€๐Ÿงฎ๐ŸŽฅ๐ŸŽž๐Ÿ“ฝ๐ŸŽฌ๐Ÿ“บ๐Ÿ“ท๐Ÿ“ธ๐Ÿ“น๐Ÿ“ผ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”Ž๐Ÿ•ฏ๐Ÿ’ก๐Ÿ”ฆ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿช”๐Ÿ“”๐Ÿ“•๐Ÿ“–๐Ÿ“—๐Ÿ“˜๐Ÿ“™๐Ÿ“š๐Ÿ““๐Ÿ“’๐Ÿ“ƒ๐Ÿ“œ๐Ÿ“„๐Ÿ“ฐ๐Ÿ—ž๐Ÿ“‘๐Ÿ”–๐Ÿท๐Ÿ’ฐ๐Ÿช™๐Ÿ’ด๐Ÿ’ต๐Ÿ’ถ๐Ÿ’ท๐Ÿ’ธ๐Ÿ’ณ๐Ÿงพโœ‰๏ธ๐Ÿ“ง๐Ÿ“จ๐Ÿ“ฉ๐Ÿ“ค๐Ÿ“ฅ๐Ÿ“ฆ๐Ÿ“ซ๐Ÿ“ช๐Ÿ“ฌ๐Ÿ“ญ๐Ÿ“ฎ๐Ÿ—ณโœ๏ธโœ’๏ธ๐Ÿ–‹๐Ÿ–Š๐Ÿ–Œ๐Ÿ–๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ’ผ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“‚๐Ÿ—‚๐Ÿ“…๐Ÿ“†๐Ÿ—’๐Ÿ—“๐Ÿ“‡๐Ÿ“ˆ๐Ÿ“‰๐Ÿ“Š๐Ÿ“‹๐Ÿ“Œ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“Ž๐Ÿ–‡๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“โœ‚๏ธ๐Ÿ—ƒ๐Ÿ—„๐Ÿ—‘๐Ÿ”’๐Ÿ”“๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”‘๐Ÿ—๐Ÿ”จ๐Ÿช“โ›๏ธโš’๏ธ๐Ÿ› ๐Ÿ—กโš”๏ธ๐Ÿ”ซ๐Ÿชƒ๐Ÿน๐Ÿ›ก๐Ÿชš๐Ÿ”ง๐Ÿช›๐Ÿ”ฉโš™๏ธ๐Ÿ—œโš–๏ธ๐Ÿฆฏ๐Ÿ”—โ›“๏ธโ›“๏ธโ€๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿช๐Ÿงฐ๐Ÿงฒ๐Ÿชœโš—๏ธ๐Ÿงช๐Ÿงซ๐Ÿงฌ๐Ÿ”ฌ๐Ÿ”ญ๐Ÿ“ก๐Ÿ’‰๐Ÿฉธ๐Ÿ’Š๐Ÿฉน๐Ÿฉผ๐Ÿฉบ๐Ÿฉป๐Ÿšช๐Ÿ›—๐Ÿชž๐ŸชŸ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿ›‹๐Ÿช‘๐Ÿšฝ๐Ÿช ๐Ÿšฟ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿชค๐Ÿช’๐Ÿงด๐Ÿงท๐Ÿงน๐Ÿงบ๐Ÿงป๐Ÿชฃ๐Ÿงผ๐Ÿซง๐Ÿชฅ๐Ÿงฝ๐Ÿงฏ๐Ÿ›’๐Ÿšฌโšฐ๏ธ๐Ÿชฆโšฑ๏ธ๐Ÿ—ฟ๐Ÿชง๐Ÿชช๐Ÿง๐Ÿšฎ๐Ÿšฐโ™ฟ๏ธ๐Ÿšน๐Ÿšบ๐Ÿšป๐Ÿšผ๐Ÿšพ๐Ÿ›‚๐Ÿ›ƒ๐Ÿ›„๐Ÿ›…โš ๏ธ๐Ÿšธโ›”๏ธ๐Ÿšซ๐Ÿšณ๐Ÿšญ๐Ÿšฏ๐Ÿšฑ๐Ÿšท๐Ÿ“ต๐Ÿ”žโ˜ข๏ธโ˜ฃ๏ธโฌ†๏ธโ†—๏ธโžก๏ธโ†˜๏ธโฌ‡๏ธโ†™๏ธโฌ…๏ธโ†–๏ธโ†•๏ธโ†”๏ธโ†ฉ๏ธโ†ช๏ธโคด๏ธโคต๏ธ๐Ÿ”ƒ๐Ÿ”„๐Ÿ”™๐Ÿ”š๐Ÿ”›๐Ÿ”œ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ›โš›๏ธ๐Ÿ•‰โœก๏ธโ˜ธ๏ธโ˜ฏ๏ธโœ๏ธโ˜ฆ๏ธโ˜ช๏ธโ˜ฎ๏ธ๐Ÿ•Ž๐Ÿ”ฏ๐Ÿชฏโ™ˆ๏ธโ™‰๏ธโ™Š๏ธโ™‹๏ธโ™Œ๏ธโ™๏ธโ™Ž๏ธโ™๏ธโ™๏ธโ™‘๏ธโ™’๏ธโ™“๏ธโ›Ž๏ธ๐Ÿ”€๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”‚โ–ถ๏ธโฉ๏ธโญ๏ธโฏ๏ธโ—€๏ธโช๏ธโฎ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ผโซ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฝโฌ๏ธโธ๏ธโน๏ธโบ๏ธโ๏ธ๐ŸŽฆ๐Ÿ”…๐Ÿ”†๐Ÿ“ถ๐Ÿ›œ๐Ÿ“ณ๐Ÿ“ดโ™€๏ธโ™‚๏ธโšง๏ธโœ–๏ธโž•๏ธโž–๏ธโž—๏ธ๐ŸŸฐโ™พ๏ธโ€ผ๏ธโ‰๏ธโ“๏ธโ”๏ธโ•๏ธโ—๏ธใ€ฐ๏ธ๐Ÿ’ฑ๐Ÿ’ฒโš•๏ธโ™ป๏ธโšœ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฑ๐Ÿ“›๐Ÿ”ฐโญ•๏ธโœ…๏ธโ˜‘๏ธโœ”๏ธโŒ๏ธโŽ๏ธโžฐ๏ธโžฟ๏ธใ€ฝ๏ธโœณ๏ธโœด๏ธโ‡๏ธยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธโ„ข๏ธ#๏ธโƒฃ*๏ธโƒฃ0๏ธโƒฃ1๏ธโƒฃ2๏ธโƒฃ3๏ธโƒฃ4๏ธโƒฃ5๏ธโƒฃ6๏ธโƒฃ7๏ธโƒฃ8๏ธโƒฃ9๏ธโƒฃ๐Ÿ”Ÿ๐Ÿ” ๐Ÿ”ก๐Ÿ”ข๐Ÿ”ฃ๐Ÿ”ค๐Ÿ…ฐ๏ธ๐Ÿ†Ž๏ธ๐Ÿ…ฑ๏ธ๐Ÿ†‘๏ธ๐Ÿ†’๏ธ๐Ÿ†“๏ธโ„น๏ธ๐Ÿ†”๏ธโ“‚๏ธ๐Ÿ†•๏ธ๐Ÿ†–๏ธ๐Ÿ…พ๏ธ๐Ÿ†—๏ธ๐Ÿ…ฟ๏ธ๐Ÿ†˜๏ธ๐Ÿ†™๏ธ๐Ÿ†š๏ธ๐Ÿˆ๏ธ๐Ÿˆ‚๏ธ๐Ÿˆท๏ธ๐Ÿˆถ๏ธ๐Ÿˆฏ๏ธ๐Ÿ‰๏ธ๐Ÿˆน๏ธ๐Ÿˆš๏ธ๐Ÿˆฒ๏ธ๐Ÿ‰‘๏ธ๐Ÿˆธ๏ธ๐Ÿˆด๏ธ๐Ÿˆณ๏ธใŠ—๏ธใŠ™๏ธ๐Ÿˆบ๏ธ๐Ÿˆต๏ธ๐Ÿ”ด๐ŸŸ ๐ŸŸก๐ŸŸข๐Ÿ”ต๐ŸŸฃ๐ŸŸคโšช๏ธ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ธ๐ŸŸฅ๐ŸŸง๐ŸŸจ๐ŸŸฉ๐ŸŸฆ๐ŸŸช๐ŸŸซโฌ›โฌœ๏ธโ—ผ๏ธโ—ป๏ธโ—พ๏ธโ—ฝ๏ธโ–ช๏ธโ–ซ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ถ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ท๏ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๏ธ๐Ÿ”น๏ธ๐Ÿ”บ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ป๐Ÿ’ ๐Ÿ”˜๐Ÿ”ฒ๐Ÿ”ณ๐Ÿ๐Ÿšฉ๐Ÿด๐Ÿณ๐Ÿณ๏ธโ€๐ŸŒˆ๐Ÿณ๏ธโ€โšง๏ธ๐Ÿดโ€โ˜ ๏ธ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ถ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฝ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ถ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฝ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ถ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ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captain-barnes-writes ยท 1 month ago
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Mine ( Lewis Hamilton )
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Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x reader (with a bit of Jude Bellingham)
Type: Insta au
Face Claim: Camila Morrone
Warnings: just a jealous Lewis hehehe
When Lewis Hamilton starts dating someone equally famous as he is, he is struck with how much male attention she gets and has to lay his claim.
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User I love the view (you)
User ๐Ÿ˜ญ
User the freaking cutest omfg
Charlesleclerc letโ€™s play chess
YourUsername im right next to you my handsome scrumptious man ily so much
KimiAntonelli Iโ€™m landing in Paris tomorrow!!
User you look so sweet ๐Ÿ˜ญI literally canโ€™t
User this is the type of stare you give to your significant other
DanielRicciardo donโ€™t stare at me like this ๐Ÿ‘๏ธ๐Ÿ‘„๐Ÿ‘๏ธ
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YourUsername posted a story
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Yourbestfriend must be nice ๐Ÿ‘€ i miss youuu
YourUsername I miss you, see you in a few days๐Ÿซถ
LewisHamilton even looking away you look so pretty
User we love a well traveled queen
User itโ€™d be so funny if you ran into Lewis Hamilton, heโ€™s literally there too! My two worlds colliding ๐Ÿคญ
KylianMbappe Dinner?
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YourUsername dazed ๐Ÿ’˜
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JudeBellingham absolutely breathtaking ๐Ÿ˜
User Jude what are you doing here
User heโ€™s really shooting his shot๐Ÿซข
BellaHadid the prettiest
Yourbestfriend always ๐Ÿ’–
YourUsername thank you my beautiful friends๐Ÿ’•
LandoNorris ๐Ÿ˜
User LANDO
User lol omg YN really has footballers & f1 drivers on a chokehold
User ๐Ÿซข
User she was just in Paris where is she now??๐Ÿซจ
User whatโ€™s Ferrari doing here
User even the admin is crushing on Y/N
User canโ€™t blame them ๐Ÿ˜ฎโ€๐Ÿ’จ
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LewisHamilton canโ€™t take whatโ€™s already mine
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User caption?
User SUS
User what are you talking about
User I wanna know so bad ๐Ÿฅฒ
User ME TOO
User who is making my cutie patootie mad??
CharlesLeclerc ๐Ÿง
Alexandrasaintmleux ๐Ÿ‘€
User what is happening
User this is an inside joke for sure
ScuderiaFerrari โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ
BellaHadid true ๐Ÿง˜โ€โ™€๏ธ
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YourUsername can this last forever?
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Yourbestfriend I love seeing you so happy ๐Ÿ’– my sunshine of a bestfriend
BellaHadid She really is the sunshine ๐Ÿฅบ
YourUsername love you my prettiest โฃ๏ธ
SofiaVergara Bella!!
YourUsername y tรบ la mรกs preciosa๐Ÿ’– (and you the most precious)
User we love a bilingual queen!
JudeBellingham geez๐Ÿ˜ฎโ€๐Ÿ’จ๐Ÿ˜
User @RealMadrid come get your child
MicheleMorrone let me show you more of my beautiful Italy ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡น
User the fact that he knows sheโ€™s in Italy lmao
User not the 365 days man himself ๐Ÿ˜ณ
Neymar ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜
DamianoDavid my goodness ๐Ÿซจ๐Ÿ’˜
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F1wags New WAG alert? ๐Ÿšจ Lewis Hamilton spotted with a woman who looks a lot like Y/N. Fans are speculating the two have been vacationing together as their social media has portrayed them to be in the same places around the same time. What do you guys think?
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User kind of explains his last caption since a lot of famous men have been in her insta comments hitting on her
User thatโ€™s what I think too
User it sounded a little jealous tbh
User my two worlds colliding omg
User I ship it ๐Ÿ˜
User that would be the hottest couple
User imagine their babies
User canโ€™t the man have friends??
User with his track record lmao
User how can this man just be friends with YN??
User He really said let me show these men sheโ€™s already taken
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F1Wags Days after photos surfaced of Lewis Hamilton & YN out in Italy, new pictures have come out of the pair having dinner yet again. The ever-private formula 1 driver has not had a public relationship since Nicole Scherzinger. Do you think Y/N is changing that? What do you guys think of Y/N as a new f1 WAG? Count me in ๐Ÿ˜
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User I have no words ๐Ÿซฃ
User can Lewis fight??
User Y/N and Lewis was not on my bingo card this year
User Another one for his roster lol
User hater
User honestly his fuckboy antics are a thing of the past
User you think heโ€™ll ever have a relationship like the one with Nicole??
User Heโ€™s been so private after that one
User heโ€™s been looking so happy lately
User if itโ€™s true, I wish them so much happiness ๐Ÿฅน
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Complex Y/N seen in Monaco arriving to building where Lewis Hamilton resides. This comes after Real Madrid star Jude Bellingham allegedly sent flowers and a letter to Y/Nโ€™s hotel room. The football prodigy is said to be extremely infatuated with the starlet, leaving likes and comments on her posts. Lewis Hamilton, per close sources, was said to be fuming at this. Heโ€™s been seen with plenty other actresses and socialites, but hasnโ€™t been in a formal public relationship since 2015. He is said to have fallen hard for the young starlet the last few months and dislikes the attention she gets from men.
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User and I OOP ๐Ÿ˜ณ
User a jealous Lewis??
User right? Who wouldโ€™ve thought lmao
User The Y/N effect โœจโœจ
User can we talk about how she looks so good though? ๐Ÿ˜
User Iโ€™d be jealous too
User canโ€™t blame him honestly
User I mean why not just confirm it then?
User He wanna be private so bad theyโ€™re gonna steal his girl lmfaooo
User she even had Lando in her comments im dead
User she had THE Michele Morrone trying to show her Italy ๐Ÿซฃ
User she is literally Henry Cavillโ€™s crush I mean??
User my fuckboy needs to man up ๐Ÿ˜ฉ
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LewisHamilton mine ๐Ÿ˜ˆโค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ #lifelately
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BellaHadid yes, shoo them away ๐Ÿคฃ
AlexandraSaintMleux IM DEAD
Yourbestfriend the chokehold sheโ€™s had on these athletes and actors is insane lol
BellaHadid and singers!
Lewishamilton thanks for reminding me ๐Ÿ™‚
ScuderiaFerrari I know red is your color @yourusername โค๏ธโค๏ธ
LandoNorris oops
Lewishamilton youโ€™re good young pup
CharlesLeclerc young pup ๐Ÿ˜‚
DanielRicciardo crickets
YourUsername yours baby โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ
LewisHamilton The world needed to know that whatโ€™s mine is mine only
YourUsername ๐Ÿ˜ณ
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crescentpaws ยท 2 months ago
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๐ŸŽก๐Ÿ“ฟ๐Ÿช—โœ‚๏ธ๐Ÿฅข๐Ÿฅ…๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“Œ๐ŸŒก๏ธ๐Ÿš๐ŸŽฏ๐ŸฅŠ๐Ÿ›ข๏ธ๐Ÿš ๐Ÿ’ ๐Ÿ•น๏ธ๐ŸŽˆ๐ŸฅŒ๐Ÿ‰๐Ÿชญ๐ŸŒถ๏ธ๐Ÿ’„๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ–๏ธ๐Ÿ›ท๐Ÿงฃ๐Ÿฅฉ๐ŸŽช๐Ÿšข๐ŸŽดโ™ฅ๏ธ๐Ÿฅคโ˜Ž๏ธ๐Ÿงฏโ›ฝ๏ธ๐Ÿš˜๐ŸŽ๏ธ๐Ÿš’๐Ÿš—๐ŸŽธ๐Ÿ“•๐Ÿชซ๐Ÿทโ›‘๏ธ๐Ÿ„๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ“›๐ŸŽ’๐Ÿ‘น๐Ÿ‘บ๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿ”ด๐Ÿ‘ ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿšจ๐Ÿงฒ๐Ÿงฐ๐Ÿ—ผ๐Ÿšฉ๐Ÿ’ฏ๐Ÿ’ขโ™จ๏ธ๐Ÿ“ฎ๐ŸฉธโŒโญ•๏ธโ™ฆ๏ธ๐Ÿ‰ใŠ™๏ธใŠ—๏ธโค๏ธ๐Ÿ’”โฃ๏ธโค๏ธโ€๐Ÿฉน๐Ÿˆด๐Ÿˆต๐Ÿˆน๐Ÿˆฒ๐Ÿ…ฐ๏ธ๐Ÿ…ฑ๏ธ๐Ÿ†Ž๐Ÿ†‘๐Ÿ…พ๏ธ๐Ÿ†˜ ๐Ÿ”บ๐Ÿ”ปโ“โ€ผ๏ธโ‰๏ธ๐ŸŸฅ๐Ÿšท๐Ÿšฏ๐Ÿšณ๐Ÿšฑ๐Ÿ”ž๐Ÿ“ต๐Ÿšญ๐Ÿงง๐Ÿšฃ๐Ÿช“๐Ÿงจโ›”๏ธ๐Ÿšซ๐Ÿ›‘๐Ÿงฎโ›ฉ๏ธ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿ›Ÿ๐Ÿ›ก๏ธ๐Ÿฅซ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ”๐Ÿคกโฐ๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿ“โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿš‚๐Ÿฆ‘๐Ÿฆโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿซ๐Ÿงฑ๐Ÿฆง๐Ÿž๐Ÿฆž๐Ÿฆ€๐Ÿ…๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿงถ๐Ÿ–๐Ÿฆบ๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿฅ“โ˜„๏ธ๐Ÿฅ•๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿบ๐Ÿ€๐ŸŽ‡๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿคฌ๐Ÿฅต๐Ÿ˜ก๐ŸฆŠ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿ…๐Ÿฅฎ๐Ÿฅป๐ŸŸโ›บ๏ธ๐Ÿช‚โ›ต๏ธ๐ŸŒ‡๐Ÿ•๐Ÿšš๐Ÿœ๏ธ๐ŸŠ๐Ÿ„๐Ÿค๐Ÿง…๐Ÿ•Œ๐ŸŒ…๐ŸŸง๐Ÿ“™๐Ÿ‰‘โ˜ข๏ธโ˜ฃ๏ธ๐Ÿ“ด๐Ÿ“ณ๐Ÿˆถ๐Ÿˆš๏ธ๐Ÿˆธ๐Ÿˆบ๐Ÿˆท๏ธโœด๏ธ๐Ÿ†š๐Ÿšผ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ถ๐Ÿฅ˜๐ŸŽƒ๐Ÿฅƒ๐Ÿน๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿคผ๐Ÿฉณ๐Ÿ‘˜๐Ÿฅง๐Ÿง˜โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆฐ๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿšค๐ŸšŒ๐Ÿต๏ธ๐Ÿบ๐Ÿป๐Ÿฅœ๐Ÿ‰๐Ÿฆ’๐Ÿ†๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ๐Ÿก๐Ÿซ”๐Ÿฅช๐Ÿฅž๐Ÿฆฎ๐Ÿง‡๐Ÿงฅ๐Ÿš–โšก๏ธ๐Ÿ†๐Ÿ“ฏ๐Ÿฏ๐ŸŒž๐Ÿง€๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฐ๐Ÿคฏ๐Ÿฅ‡๐Ÿ”†๐Ÿ”…๐Ÿš•ใ€ฝ๏ธ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ”‘๐Ÿคฝโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐ŸŽ—๏ธโšฑ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฑโ˜€๏ธ๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฃ๐ŸŒค๏ธ๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ›ต๐ŸŸจโœ๏ธ๐Ÿ’Š๐ŸŽ–๏ธ๐Ÿ—๏ธ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜ป๐ŸŒฎ๐Ÿ›Ž๏ธ๐Ÿ””๐Ÿ”•๐Ÿ“ฃ๐ŸŽทโšœ๏ธ๐ŸŽบ๐Ÿ˜บ๐Ÿ˜ธ๐Ÿ˜น๐Ÿ˜ผ๐Ÿ˜ฝ๐Ÿ™€๐Ÿ˜ฟ๐Ÿ˜พ๐Ÿ‘ธ๐Ÿซ…๐Ÿคด๐Ÿค ๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿฅธ๐Ÿค“๐Ÿฅบ๐Ÿ˜ตโ€๐Ÿ’ซ๐Ÿ˜ตโ˜บ๏ธ๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿค๐Ÿ˜€๐Ÿ˜ƒ๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ™‚๐Ÿ™ƒ๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ˜Œ๐Ÿ˜—๐Ÿ˜™๐Ÿ˜š๐Ÿ™‚โ€โ†•๏ธ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜’๐Ÿ™‚โ€โ†”๏ธ๐Ÿ˜ž๐Ÿ˜”๐Ÿ˜Ÿ๐Ÿ˜•๐Ÿ™โ˜น๏ธ๐Ÿ˜ฃ๐Ÿ˜–๐Ÿ˜ซ๐Ÿ˜ฉ๐Ÿซข๐Ÿซก๐Ÿคซ๐Ÿซ ๐Ÿคฅ๐Ÿ˜ถ๐Ÿซฅ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿซค๐Ÿ˜‘๐Ÿซจ๐Ÿ˜ฌ๐Ÿ™„๐Ÿ˜ฏ๐Ÿ˜ฆ๐Ÿค—๐Ÿค”๐Ÿซฃ๐Ÿคญ๐Ÿ˜ง๐Ÿ˜ฎ๐Ÿ˜ฒ๐Ÿฅฑ๐Ÿฅด๐Ÿคจ๐Ÿง๐Ÿคฉ๐Ÿ˜ณ๐Ÿ˜ ๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿคฒ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿค๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘Ž๐Ÿ‘ŠโœŠ๐Ÿค›๐Ÿคœ๐Ÿซธ ๐Ÿซท๐ŸคžโœŒ๏ธ๐Ÿซฐ๐ŸคŸ๐Ÿค˜๐Ÿ‘Œ๐ŸคŒ๐Ÿค๐Ÿซณ๐Ÿซด๐Ÿ‘ˆ๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿ‘†๐Ÿ‘‡โ˜๏ธโœ‹๐Ÿคš๐Ÿ–๏ธ๐Ÿ––๐Ÿ‘‹ ๐Ÿค™๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿ’ช๐Ÿ–•โœ๏ธ ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿซต๐Ÿฆถ๐Ÿฆต๐Ÿฆป๐Ÿ‘ƒ๐Ÿ‘‚๐Ÿ‘ถ๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿง’๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿง‘๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆฑ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฑ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฑ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆฒ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฒ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฒ๐Ÿง”โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง”๐Ÿง”โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ต๐Ÿง“๐Ÿ‘ด๐Ÿ‘ฑโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฑ๐Ÿ‘ฑโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿฅน๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿฅฒ๐Ÿคค๐Ÿ˜ช๐Ÿ˜ฅ๐Ÿ˜“๐Ÿ˜ข๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜‡๐Ÿ˜ด๐Ÿ˜ฎโ€๐Ÿ’จ๐Ÿคง๐Ÿ˜ท๐Ÿค’๐Ÿค•๐Ÿง˜๐Ÿ˜‹๐Ÿ˜›๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿคช๐Ÿฅณ๐Ÿ˜ค๐Ÿ˜ฑ๐Ÿ˜จ๐Ÿ˜ฐ๐ŸšŸ๐ŸŒ“๐ŸŒ”๐ŸŒ–๐ŸŒ— ๐Ÿ™๐ŸŠโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ผ๐ŸŽ‰๐Ÿฑโš ๏ธ๐Ÿšธ๐Ÿค๐Ÿ…๐ŸŸก๐ŸŒ™โœจ๐ŸŒ•๐Ÿ“’๐Ÿ‹๐ŸŒป๐Ÿšœ๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿ๐Ÿค‘๐Ÿ‘‘๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ”ฌ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿ”ฌ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ”ฌ๐Ÿงฝ๐ŸŒผ๐ŸŒ๐Ÿ’ซ๐ŸŒŸโญ๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆณ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆณ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆณ๐ŸŒ›๐ŸŒœ๐ŸŒ๐Ÿงˆ๐Ÿ“”๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿง๐Ÿชค๐Ÿฅ‚๐Ÿ‘ฐโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฐ๐Ÿ‘ฐโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿณ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿณ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿณ๐Ÿ˜ถโ€๐ŸŒซ๏ธ๐Ÿง–โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿง–๐Ÿง–โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ’ก๐Ÿ“€๐Ÿ’ฐ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿงน๐Ÿช๐Ÿช‡๐Ÿฅ™๐Ÿช๐Ÿˆ๐Ÿ‹โ€๐ŸŸฉ๐ŸŽซ๐Ÿฅ‘๐ŸŽพ๐ŸฅŽ๐Ÿšƒ๐Ÿšž๐Ÿ–ผ๏ธ๐Ÿงโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง๐Ÿงโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘’๐ŸŒฝ๐Ÿคฎ๐Ÿ›บ๐Ÿ”ฐ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿชด๐ŸŒพ๐Ÿ๐Ÿฆœ๐ŸŽ‹๐Ÿฅ ๐Ÿชฒ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿซ’๐ŸŒณ๐Ÿฒ๐Ÿคข๐Ÿฅ—๐Ÿ‰๐Ÿซ‘๐Ÿ๐Ÿ“—๐Ÿฅ’โ›ณ๏ธ๐Ÿƒ๐ŸŒด๐Ÿฆ–๐Ÿ›ฃ๏ธ๐Ÿธ๐Ÿ๐ŸŒฑโ˜˜๏ธ๐Ÿ€๐ŸŒฟ๐Ÿฆ ๐ŸŒต๐Ÿฅฆ๐Ÿช€๐Ÿง‘โ€๐ŸŽค๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿˆฏ๏ธโœ…๐Ÿ’นโ‡๏ธโœณ๏ธโŽ๐ŸŸฉ๐ŸŸขโ™ป๏ธ๐Ÿฉฒ๐Ÿฅฌ๐Ÿงช๐ŸฆŽ๐Ÿซ›๐Ÿ”‹๐Ÿข๐Ÿš›๐Ÿ“Ÿ๐ŸŒฒ๐ŸŽ„โ›ฐ๏ธ๐Ÿ”๏ธ๐Ÿ›€๐Ÿต๐Ÿงš๐Ÿงƒ๐Ÿช›๐Ÿ”ซ ๐Ÿงฉ๐Ÿช–๐Ÿฆš๐ŸŠ๐Ÿงค๐Ÿงผ๐Ÿฉด๐Ÿ‘—๐Ÿ—ฝ ๐Ÿ›ผ๐Ÿ›ธ๐Ÿฉฑ๐Ÿ›ป๐Ÿš‰๐ŸšŠ๐Ÿชฃ๐Ÿฆ•๐Ÿณ๐Ÿ—ณ๏ธ๐ŸงŠ๐ŸŒโ„๏ธ๐Ÿฉต๐Ÿ—บ๏ธ๐Ÿชฅ๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿค–โ›ฒ๏ธ๐Ÿšฐ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿ‹๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿชž0๏ธโƒฃ1๏ธโƒฃ2๏ธโƒฃ3๏ธโƒฃ4๏ธโƒฃ5๏ธโƒฃ6๏ธโƒฃ7๏ธโƒฃ8๏ธโƒฃ9๏ธโƒฃ๐Ÿ”Ÿ๐Ÿ—ฃ๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ค๐Ÿ‘ฅ๐Ÿซ‚๐Ÿšˆ๐Ÿš๐Ÿฆˆ๐Ÿš„๐Ÿš…๐Ÿ›ฉ๏ธ๐Ÿชก๐Ÿ›ด๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿ›๏ธ๐Ÿ›Œ๐ŸŸ๐Ÿ‘”๐ŸŒŠ๐Ÿ“ช๐Ÿ“ซ๐Ÿ“ฌ๐Ÿ“ญ๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿš™ ๐Ÿฉป๐Ÿฆ‹๐ŸŽฝ๐Ÿงžโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿงต๐ŸšŽ๐Ÿ’Ž๐Ÿ’ง๐Ÿ’ฆ๐Ÿ’ โœˆ๏ธ๐Ÿš†๐Ÿ™๏ธ๐Ÿฅถ๐Ÿ“˜๐Ÿชผ๐Ÿ“ฅ๐Ÿ“ค๐ŸŽฃ๐Ÿ›ซ๐Ÿ›ฌ๐Ÿ‘•๐Ÿฅฃ๐Ÿ›‹๏ธ๐Ÿซ๐Ÿ”ต๐Ÿ”น๐Ÿ”ท๐Ÿ›—๐Ÿˆณ๐Ÿˆ‚๏ธ๐Ÿ›‚๐Ÿ›ƒ๐Ÿ›„๐Ÿ›…๐Ÿšนโ“‚๏ธ๐Ÿšพโ™ฟ๏ธ๐Ÿ…ฟ๏ธ๐Ÿง๐Ÿ›œ๐Ÿ’™๐ŸŸฆ๐Ÿ’ค๐ŸŒ€๐Ÿงข๐Ÿ–ฒ๏ธ๐Ÿ–Œ๏ธ๐ŸŒŒ๐Ÿ›ฐ๏ธโ›ด๏ธ๐Ÿšฒ๐Ÿฅฟ๐Ÿชฌ๐Ÿ‘–๐Ÿงฟ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿ’บ๐Ÿช๐Ÿงžโ˜”๏ธ๐Ÿง•๐Ÿ‘พ๐ŸŒ‚โ˜‚๏ธ๐ŸŸฃ๐Ÿ’œ๐ŸŸช๐Ÿ’Ÿโ˜ฎ๏ธโœ๏ธโ˜ช๏ธ ๐Ÿ•‰๏ธโ˜ธ๏ธ๐Ÿชฏโœก๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฏ๐Ÿ•Žโ˜ฏ๏ธโ˜ฆ๏ธ๐Ÿ›โ›Žโ™ˆ๏ธโ™‰๏ธโ™Š๏ธโ™‹๏ธโ™Œ๏ธ โ™๏ธโ™Ž๏ธโ™๏ธ โ™๏ธโ™‘๏ธโ™’๏ธโ™“๏ธ๐Ÿ†”โš›๏ธ๐Ÿšบ๐Ÿ˜ˆ๐Ÿ‘ฟ๐Ÿ•บ๐Ÿ†๐Ÿฆ„๐Ÿ”ฎ๐ŸŽ†๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐ŸŽค๐Ÿ‘š๐Ÿงžโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‡๐Ÿงซ๐Ÿฉท๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ’“๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’˜๐Ÿ‘› ๐ŸŒธ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿง ๐ŸŽ€๐Ÿ‘™๐Ÿ‘„๐Ÿซฆ๐Ÿ‘…๐ŸŽŸ๏ธ ๐Ÿซ๐Ÿซ€๐Ÿฆฉ๐Ÿชฑ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ ๐Ÿฉฐ๐Ÿท๐Ÿ“…๐Ÿฆƒ๐Ÿ•ฐ๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ž๐Ÿชƒ๐Ÿชณ๐Ÿง‰๐ŸŒฐ๐Ÿฅ‰๐Ÿ—๐Ÿฆ‰๐Ÿ’ฉ๐ŸซŽ๐Ÿงณ๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿฆฃ๐Ÿฅพ๐Ÿ’ผ๐Ÿฆ‡๐Ÿ—๐ŸฆŸ๐Ÿœ๐Ÿฆฌ๐Ÿ›–๐Ÿด๐Ÿฆฅ๐Ÿฆ”๐Ÿชต๐Ÿฆซ๐Ÿฆฆ๐Ÿป๐Ÿชน๐ŸคŽ๐ŸŸค๐ŸŸซ๐ŸชŸ ๐Ÿช‘๐Ÿšช๐ŸŽป๐Ÿฅจ๐Ÿ›•๐Ÿ„โ€๐ŸŸซ๐Ÿˆ๐ŸŽปโšฐ๏ธ๐Ÿ‘œ๐Ÿน๐Ÿซ๐Ÿ‚๐ŸฆŒ๐Ÿฆค๐Ÿช๐Ÿชฐ๐Ÿฆ˜๐Ÿฆ—๐Ÿงบ๐Ÿชœ๐Ÿ•๐Ÿซš๐Ÿฆ‚๐Ÿฟ๏ธ๐Ÿฅ”๐Ÿช๐Ÿงธ๐ŸŒ๐Ÿชˆ๐Ÿช•๐Ÿช˜๐Ÿ“ฆ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿง‹๐Ÿ’๐Ÿต๐Ÿ™ˆ๐Ÿ™‰๐Ÿ™Š๐Ÿ“œ๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ‘ข๐Ÿฅฏ๐Ÿ—‚๏ธ๐Ÿท๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ก๐Ÿงฆ๐Ÿฆช๐Ÿจ๐ŸฅฅโณโŒ›๏ธ๐Ÿ‘๏ธ ๐Ÿถ๐Ÿจ๐Ÿชš๐Ÿคพ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“‹๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ•ฏ๏ธ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿš๐Ÿฆท๐Ÿงด๐Ÿ”–๐ŸŽ‚๐Ÿ“๐Ÿฅ ๐Ÿงโšพ๏ธ๐Ÿคบ๐Ÿชฟ๐Ÿฅ›๐Ÿš๐Ÿ™๐Ÿงป๐Ÿฅš๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ•Š๏ธ๐Ÿ‘€๐Ÿ–ฑ๏ธ๐ŸŒฅ๏ธโ›…๏ธ๐ŸŒฉ๏ธโ›ˆ๏ธ๐ŸŒง๏ธ๐ŸŒฆ๏ธ๐ŸŒจ๏ธโ˜๏ธ๐ŸŒฌ๏ธ๐Ÿ’ญ๐Ÿ—ฏ๏ธ๐Ÿ’ฌ๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ•‘๐Ÿ•’๐Ÿ•“๐Ÿ•”๐Ÿ••๐Ÿ•–๐Ÿ•—๐Ÿ•˜๐Ÿ•™๐Ÿ•š๐Ÿ•›๐Ÿ•œ๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ•ž๐Ÿ•Ÿ๐Ÿ• ๐Ÿ•ก๐Ÿ•ข๐Ÿ•ฃ๐Ÿ•ค๐Ÿ•ฅ๐Ÿ•ฆ๐Ÿ•ง ๐Ÿ๐Ÿšฝ๐Ÿชงโœ‰๏ธ๐Ÿ“ฉ๐Ÿ‡โ–ซ๏ธโ—ป๏ธโ—ฝ๏ธโฌœ๏ธ๐Ÿฅผ๐Ÿงพ๐Ÿ—’๏ธ๐Ÿฅก๐Ÿงญ๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿญ๐Ÿฉ๐ŸŽฒ๐Ÿผโšฝ๏ธ๐Ÿ’€๐Ÿ‘ป๐Ÿปโ€โ„๏ธโ˜ ๏ธโ›ธ๏ธ๐Ÿฉน๐Ÿฝ๏ธ๐Ÿง‚๐Ÿฅ‹๐ŸŒซ๏ธ๐Ÿฆด๐Ÿณ๏ธ๐Ÿ“„๐Ÿ“‘๐Ÿ“ƒโฒ๏ธ๐ŸŽงโŒจ๏ธโฑ๏ธ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ“ก๐Ÿ’ฟ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿซ–๐Ÿถ๐Ÿ“จ๐Ÿ“ง๐Ÿ“–๐Ÿ›ณ๏ธโ›„๏ธ๐Ÿชฝ๐Ÿ’จ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ›ฅ๏ธ๐Ÿ›ฉ๏ธ๐Ÿงท๐Ÿ“Ž๐Ÿ–‡๏ธ๐Ÿ“ข๐Ÿ‘Ÿ๐Ÿข๐Ÿ”ฌ๐Ÿ“ฝ๏ธ ๐Ÿ‘ฝ๐Ÿ—‘๏ธโš–๏ธ๐ŸŒช๏ธ๐ŸŽ›๏ธโ˜•๏ธ๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿ“ฐ๐Ÿ”ฉโš™๏ธ๐Ÿช™๐Ÿ”Ž๐Ÿ”๐Ÿฆญ๐Ÿฉถโ˜‘๏ธ๐Ÿ”˜๐Ÿ—ž๏ธ๐ŸŽš๏ธ๐Ÿ”—๐Ÿฅฝ๐Ÿซ™๐Ÿ”ฆ๐Ÿ““๐Ÿ—„๏ธ๐Ÿ”Š๐Ÿ”‰๐Ÿ”ˆ๐Ÿ“น๐Ÿ“ท๐Ÿ–ฅ๏ธ๐Ÿ’ป๐Ÿ“ผ๐ŸŽฌ๐Ÿ‘๏ธโ€๐Ÿ—จ๏ธ๐ŸŽฑ๐Ÿ๏ธ ๐Ÿดโ€โ˜ ๏ธ๐Ÿ›ž๐Ÿ”‡โ›“๏ธโ›“๏ธโ€๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝโš”๏ธ๐Ÿ—ก๏ธ๐ŸŽค๐Ÿ–Š๏ธ๐Ÿ–‹๏ธโœ’๏ธ ๐Ÿ› ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ง๐Ÿ”จโš’๏ธโ›๏ธโš“๏ธ๐Ÿฉผ๐Ÿชฆ๐Ÿ€๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿฆ›๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฆพ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆก๐Ÿฆ“๐Ÿ—ฟ๐Ÿบ๐Ÿฆฟ๐Ÿชจ ๐Ÿ—ƒ๏ธ๐Ÿ•ธ๏ธ๐Ÿ›’โ™พ๏ธ๐Ÿ—๏ธ๐Ÿชฎ๐Ÿฆฝ๐Ÿ›น๐Ÿฆจ๐Ÿ•ณ๏ธ๐Ÿ’ฃโŒš๏ธ๐ŸŽฅ๐ŸŽฎ๐Ÿ“ž๐Ÿˆโ€โฌ›๐Ÿ•‹๐ŸŽฉ๐ŸŽ“๐Ÿฅท๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿ”Œ๐ŸŽต๐ŸŽถ๐Ÿ•ถ๏ธ๐Ÿƒ๐ŸŽผ๐Ÿฆโ€โฌ›๐Ÿ•โ€๐Ÿฆบโž•โž–โž—โœ–๏ธ๐ŸŸฐ๐Ÿ’ฒ๐Ÿ’ฑโ„ข๏ธยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ๐Ÿ”š๐Ÿ”™๐Ÿ”›๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”œใ€ฐ๏ธโžฐโžฟโœ”๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฃ๐Ÿพโ™ ๏ธ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ธ๐Ÿดโ™Ÿ๏ธโฌ›๏ธโ–ช๏ธโ—พ๏ธโ—ผ๏ธ
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Ren: *resting on his meditation mat* Remember, an important part of being a warrior is self-discipline.
Jaune: *sitting beside him and trying to copy RENโ€™s meditation pose* Right, rightโ€ฆ
Pyrrha: *walks into JNPR dorm room after a workout, wearing a tight outfit that she is in the process of outgrowing due to muscle gains* ๐Ÿ˜ฎโ€๐Ÿ’จ
Jaune: ๐Ÿ˜ถ
Ren: A true warrior controls their impulsesโ€ฆ
Jaune: *unable to look away from Pyrrhaโ€™s muscles* โ€ฆuh-huhโ€ฆuh-huhโ€ฆ๐Ÿ˜ณ
Ren: โ€ฆso that their impulses do not control them! ๐Ÿ˜Œ
Pyrrha: *stretches her arms overhead, exposing a few inches of her belly* ๐Ÿ˜–
Jaune:
Ren: *looks beside him to find an empty mat* Jauneโ€ฆ?
Pyrrha: EEEEEEEK!!!!
Ren: What theโ€ฆ?
Pyrrha: *bright red and squirming* J-jauneโ€ฆ! ๐Ÿซฃ
Jaune: *on his knees kissing and nibbling exposed sliver of Nikos tummy* ๐Ÿ’• ๐Ÿ˜š ๐Ÿ’•
Ren: ๐Ÿคฆโ€โ™‚๏ธ
Jaune: Screw self-control, impulses kick ass!! ๐Ÿ˜
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Hi Iโ€™m a bit embarrassed to say this lol, thatโ€™s why Iโ€™m anonymous. Can you please write headcanons for Bi Han, Liu Lang, Geras, Tomas and Raiden with someone who uh, really really likes to suck their cockk ๐Ÿซฃ
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i sure as hell can anon๐Ÿซฆ
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Sub-Zero
knowing bi han stubborn ass he's gonna claim it gets in the way whenever you ask more often than not, but as soon as he picks up on your fixation...you can literally do no wrong
most times he takes control, other times the dome is so overwhelmingly good he grunts constantly and gets lightheaded, but don't tell nobody ๐Ÿคซ
you'd be surprised with the amount of praise he gives you. it would even go to point of him noticing differences and similarities between present and past with how skilled you were. leave it up to him to make everything into fighting terms (he doesn't know how to express his emotions give him a moment๐Ÿ˜น)
Liu Kang
at a loss for words tbh. he knew you loved getting intimate with him but specifically giving him oral caught him off guard. this is only bc he's used to being dominant and making sure your pleasure comes first that he's like woah, you're quite eager there ๐Ÿ˜ฒ
he wouldn't be one to deny you though. in a way he's still prioritizing your pleasure since you are indeed receiving it from giving him head, and was not one to ever complain!
he's not one to have or show his ego, but damn, the lewd sounds that come from your mouth and the sight of you clearly enjoying yourself does make him feel like the luckiest god there is. to have you all to himself in this portion of his lifetime is the absolute highlight and he'll never forget it
Geras
ik geras isn't some giant monster man but he absolutely has a giant monster co-
you can barely even reach past the middle, and you want to keep doing that? okay, he thinks, by all means do what makes you both happy in the end
secretly worried for your jaws and sometimes your throat. he's gonna keep asking if you're okay and would prob be very confused/concerned if tears started falling from trying to take all of him. you gotta explain it's all part of the process and you enjoy it. he might not ever understand everything about mortals, but he sure loves the pleasure while he learns
Smoke
i 1000% believe that tomas is super sensitive around his dick. like, regular sex is already one thing. but...superb head from you? he MIGHT just die
theoretically speaking you wouldn't be able to pin him down while you suck him off but a girl can dream, let's throw logic out the window real quick. he'd lose his fucking mind and start muttering praises in czech
he does prefer to pleasure you BUT who would he be to say no to you?? he gets bomb head on a regular basis and a hot partner to do it. he wouldn't even have time to ask you for it because you keep telling him you will/you want to. if you really bout it, you'll discover he'd definitely be into getting oral in a secluded public space like the bathroom or training room
Raiden
like i always say, he may come off as a shy cutie (which he is) BUT when that dark side comes out it's over
i feel like he's a switch. so, whenever you ask if you can do a lil vacuum action it always starts the same way, but never ends the same way
it starts with him shyly agreeing letting you do your thing then bam, he either starts pushing your head down more and makes you go at the pace he wants OR you're just too good and make him squirm, buck, whine, and tremble. it's always a gamble but hey, i like these odds, don't you? you two equally go back and forth with pleasuring each other and he even worries he'd get selfish but like who cares mf im tryna hear you ๐Ÿ˜ฎโ€๐Ÿ’จ
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