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kindahoping4forever ยท 1 year ago
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ripempezardexerox ยท 3 months ago
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Believe me when I tell you:
๐Ÿ˜€๐Ÿ˜ƒ๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ˜—๐Ÿ˜™๐Ÿ˜š๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿคฉ๐Ÿฅณ๐Ÿซ ๐Ÿ™ƒ๐Ÿ™‚๐Ÿฅฒ๐Ÿฅน๐Ÿ˜Šโ˜บ๏ธ๐Ÿ˜Œ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿคค๐Ÿ˜‹๐Ÿ˜›๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿคช๐Ÿฅด๐Ÿ˜”๐Ÿฅบ๐Ÿ˜ฌ๐Ÿ˜‘๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜ถ๐Ÿ˜ถโ€๐ŸŒซ๏ธ๐Ÿซฅ๐Ÿค๐Ÿซก๐Ÿค”๐Ÿคซ๐Ÿซข๐Ÿคญ๐Ÿฅฑ๐Ÿค—๐Ÿซฃ๐Ÿ˜ฑ๐Ÿคจ๐Ÿง๐Ÿ˜’๐Ÿ™„๐Ÿ˜ฎโ€๐Ÿ’จ๐Ÿ˜ค๐Ÿ˜ ๐Ÿ˜ก๐Ÿคฌ๐Ÿ˜ž๐Ÿ˜“๐Ÿ˜Ÿ๐Ÿ˜ฅ๐Ÿ˜ขโ˜น๏ธ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿซค๐Ÿ˜•๐Ÿ˜ฐ๐Ÿ˜จ๐Ÿ˜ง๐Ÿ˜ฆ๐Ÿ˜ฎ๐Ÿ˜ฏ๐Ÿ˜ฒ๐Ÿ˜ณ๐Ÿคฏ๐Ÿ˜–๐Ÿ˜ฃ๐Ÿ˜ฉ๐Ÿ˜ซ๐Ÿ˜ต๐Ÿ˜ตโ€๐Ÿ’ซ๐Ÿซจ๐Ÿ™‚โ€โ†”๏ธ๐Ÿ™‚โ€โ†•๏ธ๐Ÿฅถ๐Ÿฅต๐Ÿคข๐Ÿคฎ๐Ÿ˜ด๐Ÿ˜ช๐Ÿคง๐Ÿค’๐Ÿค•๐Ÿ˜ท๐Ÿคฅ๐Ÿ˜‡๐Ÿค ๐Ÿค‘๐Ÿค“๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿฅธ๐Ÿคก๐Ÿ˜ˆ๐Ÿ‘ฟ๐Ÿ‘ป๐Ÿ’€โ˜ ๏ธ๐Ÿ‘น๐Ÿ‘บ๐ŸŽƒ๐Ÿ’ฉ๐Ÿค–๐Ÿ‘ฝ๐Ÿ‘พ๐ŸŒš๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒž๐ŸŒ›๐ŸŒœ๐Ÿ™ˆ๐Ÿ™‰๐Ÿ™Š๐Ÿ˜บ๐Ÿ˜ธ๐Ÿ˜น๐Ÿ˜ป๐Ÿ˜ผ๐Ÿ˜ฝ๐Ÿ™€๐Ÿ˜ฟ๐Ÿ˜พ๐Ÿ’ซโญ๐ŸŒŸโœจ๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ’จ๐Ÿ’ฆ๐Ÿ’ค๐Ÿ•ณ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ’ฏ๐ŸŽ‰โค๏ธ๐Ÿงก๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿฉต๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ’œ๐ŸคŽ๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿฉถ๐Ÿค๐Ÿฉท๐Ÿ’˜๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ’“๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ’Œ๐Ÿ’Ÿโ™ฅ๏ธโฃ๏ธโค๏ธโ€๐Ÿฉน๐Ÿ’”โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿซ‚๐Ÿ‘ฅ๐Ÿ‘ค๐Ÿ—ฃ๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฃ๐Ÿง ๐Ÿซ€๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฉธ๐Ÿฆ ๐Ÿฆท๐Ÿฆด๐Ÿ‘€๐Ÿ‘๏ธ๐Ÿ‘„๐Ÿซฆ๐Ÿ‘…๐Ÿ‘ƒ๐Ÿ‘ƒ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘ƒ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ‘ƒ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ‘ƒ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ‘‚๐Ÿ‘‚๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘‚๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ‘‚๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ‘‚๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ‘‚๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿฆถ๐Ÿฆถ๐Ÿป๐Ÿฆถ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿฆถ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿฆถ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿฆถ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿฆต๐Ÿฆต๐Ÿป๐Ÿฆต๐Ÿผ๐Ÿฆต๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿฆต๐Ÿพ๐Ÿฆต๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿฆฟ๐Ÿฆพ๐Ÿ’ช๐Ÿ’ช๐Ÿป๐Ÿ’ช๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ’ช๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ’ช๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ’ช๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ‘Ž๐Ÿ‘Ž๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘Ž๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ‘Ž๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ‘Ž๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ‘Ž๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿป๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿคฒ๐Ÿคฒ๐Ÿป๐Ÿคฒ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿคฒ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿคฒ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿคฒ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿคœ๐Ÿคœ๐Ÿป๐Ÿคœ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿคœ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿคœ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿค›๐Ÿค›๐Ÿป๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿค›๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿค›๐Ÿพ๐Ÿค›๐ŸฟโœŠโœŠ๐ŸปโœŠ๐ŸผโœŠ๐ŸฝโœŠ๐ŸพโœŠ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ‘Š๐Ÿ‘Š๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘Š๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ‘Š๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ‘Š๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ‘Š๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿซณ๐Ÿซณ๐Ÿป๐Ÿซณ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿซณ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿซณ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿซณ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿซด๐Ÿซด๐Ÿป๐Ÿซด๐Ÿผ๐Ÿซด๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿซด๐Ÿพ๐Ÿซด๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿป๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿป๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿซธ๐Ÿซธ๐Ÿป๐Ÿซธ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿซธ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿซธ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿซธ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿซท๐Ÿซท๐Ÿป๐Ÿซท๐Ÿผ๐Ÿซท๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿซท๐Ÿพ๐Ÿซท๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ‘‹๐Ÿ‘‹๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘‹๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ‘‹๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ‘‹๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ‘‹๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿคš๐Ÿคš๐Ÿป๐Ÿคš๐Ÿผ๐Ÿคš๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿคš๐Ÿพ๐Ÿคš๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ–๏ธ๐Ÿ–๐Ÿป๐Ÿ–๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ–๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ–๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ–๐Ÿฟโœ‹โœ‹๐Ÿปโœ‹๐Ÿผโœ‹๐Ÿฝโœ‹๐Ÿพโœ‹๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ––๐Ÿ––๐Ÿป๐Ÿ––๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ––๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ––๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ––๐Ÿฟ๐ŸคŸ๐ŸคŸ๐Ÿป๐ŸคŸ๐Ÿผ๐ŸคŸ๐Ÿฝ๐ŸคŸ๐Ÿพ๐ŸคŸ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿค˜๐Ÿค˜๐Ÿป๐Ÿค˜๐Ÿผ๐Ÿค˜๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿค˜๐Ÿพ๐Ÿค˜๐ŸฟโœŒ๏ธโœŒ๐ŸปโœŒ๐ŸผโœŒ๐ŸฝโœŒ๐ŸพโœŒ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿคž๐Ÿคž๐Ÿป๐Ÿคž๐Ÿผ๐Ÿคž๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿคž๐Ÿพ๐Ÿคž๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿซฐ๐Ÿซฐ๐Ÿป๐Ÿซฐ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿซฐ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿซฐ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿซฐ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿค™๐Ÿค™๐Ÿป๐Ÿค™๐Ÿผ๐Ÿค™๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿค™๐Ÿพ๐Ÿค™๐Ÿฟ๐ŸคŒ๐ŸคŒ๐Ÿป๐ŸคŒ๐Ÿผ๐ŸคŒ๐Ÿฝ๐ŸคŒ๐Ÿพ๐ŸคŒ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿค๐Ÿค๐Ÿป๐Ÿค๐Ÿผ๐Ÿค๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿค๐Ÿพ๐Ÿค๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿซต๐Ÿซต๐Ÿป๐Ÿซต๐Ÿผ๐Ÿซต๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿซต๐Ÿพ๐Ÿซต๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ‘ˆ๐Ÿ‘ˆ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘ˆ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ‘ˆ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ‘ˆ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ‘ˆ๐Ÿฟโ˜๏ธโ˜๐Ÿปโ˜๐Ÿผโ˜๐Ÿฝโ˜๐Ÿพโ˜๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ‘†๐Ÿ‘†๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘†๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ‘†๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ‘†๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ‘†๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ–•๐Ÿ–•๐Ÿป๐Ÿ–•๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ–•๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ–•๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ–•๐Ÿฟโœ๏ธโœ๐Ÿปโœ๐Ÿผโœ๐Ÿฝโœ๐Ÿพโœ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿคณ๐Ÿคณ๐Ÿป๐Ÿคณ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿคณ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿคณ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿคณ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ™๐Ÿป๐Ÿ™๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ’…๐Ÿ’…๐Ÿป๐Ÿ’…๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ’…๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ’…๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ’…๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿค๐Ÿค๐Ÿป๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿผโ€๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿป๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿฝโ€๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿป๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿพโ€๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿป๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿฟโ€๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿป๐Ÿค๐Ÿผ๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿฝโ€๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿพโ€๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿฟโ€๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿปโ€๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿผโ€๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿค๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿพโ€๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿฟโ€๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿปโ€๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿผโ€๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿฝโ€๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿค๐Ÿพ๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿฟโ€๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿปโ€๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿผโ€๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿฝโ€๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿพโ€๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿค๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ™‡โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™‡๐Ÿปโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™‡๐Ÿผโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™‡๐Ÿฝโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™‡๐Ÿพโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™‡๐Ÿฟโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™‡โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™‡๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™‡๐Ÿผโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™‡๐Ÿฝโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™‡๐Ÿพโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™‡๐Ÿฟโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™‡๐Ÿ™‡๐Ÿป๐Ÿ™‡๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ™‡๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ™‡๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ™‡๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ™‹โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™‹๐Ÿปโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™‹๐Ÿผโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™‹๐Ÿฝโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™‹๐Ÿพโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™‹๐Ÿฟโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™‹โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™‹๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™‹๐Ÿผโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™‹๐Ÿฝโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™‹๐Ÿพโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™‹๐Ÿฟโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™‹๐Ÿ™‹๐Ÿป๐Ÿ™‹๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ™‹๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ™‹๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ™‹๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ™†โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™†๐Ÿปโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™†๐Ÿผโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™†๐Ÿฝโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™†๐Ÿพโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™†๐Ÿฟโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™†โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™†๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™†๐Ÿผโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™†๐Ÿฝโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™†๐Ÿพโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™†๐Ÿฟโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™†๐Ÿ™†๐Ÿป๐Ÿ™†๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ™†๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ™†๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ™†๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ™…โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿปโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿผโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿฝโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿพโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿฟโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™…โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿผโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿฝโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿพโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿฟโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿป๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿคทโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿปโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿผโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿฝโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿพโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿฟโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคทโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿผโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿฝโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿพโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿฟโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿคท๐Ÿป๐Ÿคท๐Ÿผ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿพ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿคฆโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿปโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿผโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿฝโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿพโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿฟโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคฆโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿผโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿฝโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿพโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿฟโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿป๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ™โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿปโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿผโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿฝโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿพโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿฟโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿผโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿฝโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿพโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿฟโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ™๐Ÿป๐Ÿ™๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ™Žโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™Ž๐Ÿปโ€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acourtoffeyandfables ยท 4 months ago
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Jennifer Drips: I'm going into the ducts, cause that's the place I feel most at home โœŒ๐ŸปโœŒ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿคธ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ
Beardsley: *rolls a 1*
Beardsley: *rolls a 2*
Beardsley: *rolls ANOTHER 1*
Jennifer Drips: I haaaaate this ! ๐Ÿ˜ฉ๐Ÿ˜ฉ
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tote-bag-chic ยท 8 days ago
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MATTYYYYYYYYY ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ฉ๐Ÿ˜ฉ๐Ÿ˜ฉ๐Ÿ˜ฉ๐Ÿคฎ๐Ÿคฎ๐Ÿคฎ๐Ÿคง๐Ÿคง๐Ÿคง๐Ÿคง๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ’ซ๐Ÿ’ซ๐Ÿ’ซ๐Ÿคธ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคธ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคธ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคธ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคธ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคธ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ”ซ๐Ÿ”ซ๐Ÿ”ซ๐Ÿ”ซ๐Ÿ”ซ๐Ÿ’ฃ๐Ÿ’ฃ๐Ÿ’ฃ๐Ÿงจ๐Ÿงจ๐Ÿงจ๐Ÿงจโค๏ธโค๏ธโค๏ธโค๏ธโค๏ธโค๏ธโค๏ธโค๏ธโค๏ธโค๏ธโค๏ธโค๏ธโค๏ธ๐Ÿ’“๐Ÿ’“๐Ÿ’“๐Ÿ’“๐Ÿ’“๐Ÿ’“๐Ÿ’“๐Ÿ’“๐Ÿ’“๐Ÿ’“๐Ÿ’“๐Ÿ’“๐Ÿ’“๐Ÿ’“๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ’Ÿ๐Ÿ’Ÿ๐Ÿ’Ÿ๐Ÿ’Ÿ๐Ÿฉต๐Ÿฉต๐Ÿฉต๐Ÿฉต๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿค๐Ÿค๐Ÿค๐Ÿฉต๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿฉท๐Ÿฉท๐Ÿ˜ค๐Ÿ˜ค๐Ÿ˜ค๐Ÿ˜ค๐Ÿ˜ค๐Ÿ˜ค๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐ŸŽ€๐ŸŽ€๐ŸŽ€๐ŸŽ€๐ŸŽ€๐Ÿ‘ผ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘ผ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘ผ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘ผ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘ผ๐Ÿป๐Ÿชฝ๐Ÿชฝ๐Ÿชฝ๐Ÿชฝ๐Ÿชฝ๐Ÿค๐Ÿผ๐Ÿค๐Ÿผ๐Ÿค๐Ÿผ๐Ÿค๐Ÿผ๐Ÿค๐Ÿผ๐Ÿคข๐Ÿคข๐Ÿคข๐Ÿคข๐Ÿคข๐Ÿ˜ช๐Ÿ˜ช๐Ÿ˜ช๐Ÿ˜ช๐Ÿ˜ช๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜
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misskaboom ยท 11 months ago
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Good morning ๐Ÿคธ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ“•๐Ÿ’‹
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screampied ยท 6 months ago
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whoopsie vaygus i forgor to ask you if you have some tips for describing ? like to write long fics (like you do ๐Ÿคธ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคธ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ) bisous ๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹
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hmmm honestly !! ๐ŸŽ€ i just โ€ฆ take lots of breaks lol. i think majority of the time i end up writing long is bc once i actually finish the fic, i edit things + add certain words / phrases + and proofread which makes it longer. also a tip i like doing is to just ignore the word count until the very end !!! word count used to intimidate me bc i remember my stuff used to be like 3-4k but not anymore ๐Ÿ™†โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™†โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™†โ€โ™€๏ธ
but yah, take lots of breaks. donโ€™t try to finish everything all at once โ€” also, use synonyms !! and exaggerate things :)
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wondererryn ยท 8 months ago
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why did my friend send me this i thought we were past chain mail
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๐Ÿ’›Avery๐ŸŒป
๐ŸงฉMakenzie๐Ÿงฉ
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๐Ÿ’• Kendal ๐Ÿ’•
๐ŸฌChloe ๐Ÿฌ
๐Ÿญ โ™กTaylor โ™ก๐Ÿญ
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๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’„MARYLIZ๐Ÿ’„๐Ÿ’‹
๐Ÿ’–Aniya๐Ÿ’‹โ™ฅ๏ธ
๐Ÿ’๐ŸปAdia๐Ÿ˜‚โค๏ธ๐Ÿฅณ
๐Ÿ˜œReece๐Ÿ˜œ
๐ŸปKeira R.๐Ÿป
๐ŸฅณKaris๐Ÿฅณ
๐ŸโœŒ๐ŸฝHannah โœŒ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ
๐ŸคฉMandie๐Ÿค“๐Ÿ˜
๐Ÿค—Arial๐Ÿค—
๐Ÿ’‹Samie๐Ÿ’‹
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๐Ÿ€Jeseni๐Ÿ€
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๐Ÿ‘‰fabian๐Ÿ‘ˆ
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๐Ÿ“ฃAmieโšพ๏ธ
๐Ÿ’–Johannah ๐Ÿ’–
๐Ÿ“ฃAmieโšพ๏ธ๐Ÿฅ
๐ŸฆฅC
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๐ŸตEmily ๐Ÿต
๐Ÿ”Taylor๐Ÿ”
๐Ÿฆ‹๐“ด๐“ช๐“ผ๐“ฑ๐Ÿฆ‹
โ™ก๏ธŽ๐”ธ๐•Ÿ๐•Ÿ๐•’โ™ก๏ธŽy
๐Ÿคค๐•ƒ๐•š๐•๐•๐•š๐•’๐•Ÿ๐Ÿคค
๐ŸŒˆCaroline๐Ÿ’ฅโšก๏ธ
โœจVanessaโœจ
๐Ÿ‹Caroline๐Ÿฅฅ
๐ŸŒบSofia๐Ÿพ
๐Ÿณ๏ธโ€๐ŸŒˆ Rayno ๐Ÿณ๏ธโ€โšง๏ธ
๐Ÿ„Kate๐Ÿ›
๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ“šLucy๐Ÿคฉ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿผโ€โ™€๏ธ
๐ŸฅฐKatieโญ๏ธ
๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคช๐š™๐šŠ๐š’๐š๐šŽ๐Ÿ“–๐Ÿฅธ
๐Ÿ‘ฝ๐Ÿ•SAdiE๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ‘ฝ
๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿงธ Tessie!! ๐Ÿงธ๐Ÿฅ
๐Ÿ‘Lucy๐Ÿ‘
๐Ÿgrace ๐Ÿ
๐Ÿ˜‹Ada๐Ÿ˜
๐Ÿ’€ Lucas ๐Ÿ’€
๐ŸคฉAllie๐Ÿคฉ
๐Ÿ˜ญPheobe ๐Ÿ˜ญ
๐Ÿฆป๐Ÿป Sierra ๐Ÿซ€
๐ŸฅญLydia๐Ÿฆฆ
๐Ÿ˜Elliott๐Ÿ˜
๐Ÿ˜ฉZoey๐Ÿ˜
โšฝ๏ธTristin๐Ÿซ
โšฝ๏ธ๐•ƒ๐•€๐•ƒ๐•โšฝ๏ธ
๐ŸŸฉAubreyโ™ ๏ธ
โ™Ž๏ธANNORA๐Ÿณ๏ธโ€๐ŸŒˆ
๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝPeighton๐Ÿ˜˜
๐Ÿค“Joanie๐Ÿค“
๐ŸKylie๐Ÿ˜œ
๐Ÿ†Kate๐Ÿ˜‚
๐ŸŒ™Selah๐Ÿ”‘
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๐ŸฅŽHadley๐ŸฅŽ
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๐ŸพKailee๐Ÿพ
๐Ÿ‰Macy๐Ÿ‰
โšฝ๏ธMaliaโšฝ๏ธ
Laynaโšฝ
Fiona๐Ÿ˜œ
๐Ÿ€Brooke๐Ÿ€
๐ŸŒธLily๐ŸŒธ
๐ŸŒŠBrooklyn
๐ŸทTinzley
๐Ÿค—Emilio๐Ÿค—
๐Ÿฆ–Gisella ๐Ÿฆ–
๐Ÿฆ‹Nolah ๐ŸŒผ
๐Ÿ’…illy๐Ÿ’…
๐ŸŒบKhloe๐ŸŒป
๐Ÿ›Eisley๐Ÿฆ‹
๐ŸธAlyssa๐Ÿชฑ
๐Ÿฆ•Avery๐Ÿ‹
โ˜๏ธmaceyโ˜๏ธ
๐ŸณBella๐Ÿณ
๐Ÿ’›Tarah๐Ÿ„
๐ŸงŠEli๐ŸงŠ
๐Ÿ™ƒPeyton๐Ÿ™ƒ
๐Ÿˆ Will ๐Ÿคช
โšฝ๏ธMarvin๐Ÿ”ฅ
โšฝ๏ธDominic๐Ÿฅถ
โšฝ๏ธParker๐Ÿ˜
โšฝ๏ธNoah ๐Ÿคก
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๐ŸˆNate๐Ÿฅ
๐Ÿ“Conrad๐Ÿ”
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๐Ÿ“Mia๐Ÿ“
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๐Ÿ‹๏ธโ€โ™€๏ธMarc๐Ÿคผ
๐Ÿ€Quinn๐Ÿ€
๐Ÿ€Liam๐Ÿฅ
๐Ÿ’Jackโšพ๏ธ
๐Ÿ’Joey๐Ÿˆ
๐Ÿ˜ŽCarson๐Ÿฆ†
๐ŸŒธIsabella๐ŸŒธ
๐ŸขAva๐Ÿข
๐ŸงธMakayla๐Ÿงธ
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๐ŸŒธ Beatrix๐ŸŒธ
๐Ÿธไธ‚ใ„–ๅƒ|ไน‡๐Ÿธ
๐Ÿฆ‘ LuCiA๐Ÿณ
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๐ŸงMax๐Ÿง
๐Ÿพ Abby-Rose๐Ÿถ
๐Ÿ’›Sadie๐ŸŒธ
โšฝ๏ธAmeliaโšฝ๏ธ
๐ŸŽฌDaphne๐ŸŽฌ
๐Ÿ˜‚Nา‰aา‰dา‰iา‰aา‰๐Ÿ˜‚
๐ŸฅŽHailey๐ŸฅŽ
๐ŸฅตZoey๐Ÿฅต
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๐ŸคEvy๐Ÿค
๐Ÿ˜‹Natalie๐Ÿ˜Ž
๐ŸŒˆAiley๐ŸŒˆ
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๐Ÿ’ดWesley๐Ÿค
Colton๐Ÿ’ช
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๐ŸถAnna๐Ÿถ
๐Ÿ˜ŽMolly๐Ÿ˜Ž
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โœจGretaโœจ
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๐ŸŒ‘๐ŸบNatalie๐Ÿบ๐ŸŒ‘
๐Ÿ˜Olivia๐Ÿ˜
๐ŸŒบDailyn ๐ŸŒบ
๐ŸฉฐWhitney๐Ÿฉฐ
๐ŸฉHarper๐Ÿฉ
โค๏ธKaylee๐Ÿ’ž
๐Ÿ€Ava๐Ÿถ๐Ÿ”
๐Ÿ‰Charlee๐Ÿ‰
๐ŸปBridget๐Ÿป
๐ŸŒฎJacqueline ๐ŸŒฏ
๐Ÿฆ’McKinleyโญ๏ธ๐Ÿ’ซ
๐ŸŒปAlli๐Ÿ‘ญ
โšฝ๏ธEmery๐Ÿถ
๐Ÿฆ†liv๐Ÿ’
๐Ÿ“Evie๐Ÿ“
๐ŸRoci๐Ÿถ
๐ŸตAliviaโšฝ๏ธ
๐Ÿฑ Aria ๐ŸŠโ€โ™€๏ธ
๐ŸขMaggie๐ŸŒ
๐Ÿ„ Evelyn ๐Ÿ„
๐Ÿ‘พIsaac ๐Ÿ‘พ
๐Ÿ•Pearl ๐Ÿ•
๐ŸนMargaret ๐Ÿน
๐Ÿฅ‹Zoe๐Ÿฅ‹
๐Ÿ™„Piper๐Ÿ™„
๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿปโ€๐ŸŽจSiri๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿปโ€๐ŸŽจ
โ™‹๏ธPiperโ™‹๏ธ
๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿปโ€๐ŸŽจ๐Ÿฅž๐Ÿฅ—๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ๐ŸฌSiri๐Ÿ›ผโ›ธ๏ธโ›ท๏ธ๐Ÿ›น๐ŸŽจ
๐Ÿ˜บMaya๐Ÿ˜บ"
temped to put my name and pass it on now
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bendeliyimhanimefendi ยท 9 months ago
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GUNNNAAYDฤฐNNN KฤฐSLAARR๐Ÿคธ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™‚๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ’Œ๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’…๐Ÿง•๐Ÿป๐Ÿคญ๐Ÿคฒ๐Ÿป๐Ÿฅณโœจ๐Ÿ“ฟ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿฆ–๐Ÿฆ•
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full-sunnies ยท 2 years ago
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hi wifeyyy
i started a haechan smauuu
my heart whenever you call me wifey: ๐Ÿ™ˆ๐Ÿš†๐Ÿคธ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿฅบ๐Ÿ’‹
running to your page as we speak ๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ
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kindahoping4forever ยท 1 year ago
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Cashton @ The 5SOS Show Tour - 21 August 2023
#๐Ÿคธ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคธ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคธ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคธ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคธ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคธ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคธ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ ๐Ÿคธ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคธ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคธ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿคธ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคธ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคธ๐Ÿป#5sos#5 seconds of summer#ashton irwin#calum hood#cashton#ashton#calum#the 5sos show tour nyc#video#kh4f post#perhaps they're actually the cutest i have ever seen#shout out to my old tag when I was closer to a Cashton blog: 'i love my boyfriends who are also boyfriends'#the smoochiest boys omg i love them so#Crystal pls finally finish your poly cashton fic after 163282 years you deserve it girlie#๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹#the 5sos show tour
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inshelliesworld ยท 11 months ago
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Here's to 2024!๐ŸŽ†๐Ÿพ๐ŸŽŠ๐Ÿฅ‚๐Ÿชฉ
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Let's do this, my loves. ๐Ÿฉทโœจ
I believe in us! ๐Ÿคธ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ
๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ‘ฏโ€โ™€๏ธ
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๐Ÿ˜ƒ๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿ™ƒ๐Ÿซ ๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿคฉ๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿคช๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿค‘๐Ÿซฃ๐Ÿคซ๐Ÿค”๐Ÿซก๐Ÿคจ๐Ÿซฅ๐Ÿ˜ถโ€๐ŸŒซ๏ธ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜ฌ๐Ÿคฅ๐Ÿซจ๐Ÿ˜ท๐Ÿคข๐Ÿคฎ๐Ÿฅต๐Ÿฅถ๐Ÿ˜ต๐Ÿ˜ตโ€๐Ÿ’ซ๐Ÿคฏ๐Ÿฅณ๐Ÿฅธ๐Ÿค“โ˜น๏ธ๐Ÿ˜ฒ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ก๐Ÿ˜ ๐Ÿคฌ๐Ÿ˜ˆ๐Ÿ‘ฟ๐Ÿ’€โ˜ ๏ธ๐Ÿ’ฉ๐Ÿคก๐Ÿ‘น๐Ÿ‘บ๐Ÿ‘ป๐Ÿ‘ฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐Ÿ˜บ๐Ÿ˜ธ๐Ÿ˜ป๐Ÿ˜ฝ๐Ÿ™ˆ๐Ÿ™‰๐Ÿ™Š๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’”โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ”ฅโค๏ธโ€๐Ÿฉน๐Ÿงก๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿค๐Ÿฉถ๐Ÿ’ฏ๐Ÿ’ฆ๐Ÿ’จ๐Ÿ’ฃ๐Ÿ’ค๐Ÿ––๐Ÿป๐Ÿค๐Ÿป๐Ÿค˜๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿป๐Ÿซต๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘Ž๐Ÿป๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿป๐Ÿคณ๐Ÿป๐Ÿฆพ๐Ÿฆฟ๐Ÿฆต๐Ÿป๐Ÿฆถ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘‚๐Ÿป๐Ÿฆป๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘ƒ๐Ÿป๐Ÿง ๐Ÿซ€๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฆท๐Ÿฆด๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘…๐Ÿซฆ๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿปโ€๐Ÿฆฐ๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿปโ€๐Ÿฆฐ๐Ÿง‘๐Ÿปโ€๐Ÿฆฐ๐Ÿ‘ฑ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™Ž๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™‹๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿปโ€โš•๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿปโ€๐ŸŽ“๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿปโ€โš–๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿปโ€๐ŸŒพ๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿปโ€๐Ÿณ๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿปโ€๐Ÿ”ง๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿปโ€๐Ÿญ๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿปโ€๐Ÿ”ฌ๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿปโ€๐Ÿ’ป๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿปโ€๐ŸŽค๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿปโ€๐ŸŽจ๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿปโ€๐Ÿš€๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿปโ€๐Ÿš’๐Ÿ‘ฎ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ•ต๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿฅท๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘ท๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ธ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘ฐ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿฆธ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿฆน๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง›๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง™๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿงš๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง›๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿงœ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿงœ๐Ÿป๐Ÿง๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿงžโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿงž๐Ÿงžโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐ŸงŸโ€โ™€๏ธ๐ŸงŸ๐ŸงŸโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐ŸงŒ๐Ÿ’‡๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿšถ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿšถ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿง๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐ŸงŽ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐ŸงŽ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿปโ€๐Ÿฆฏ๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿปโ€๐Ÿฆฏโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘ฏ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง–๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง—๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคบ๐Ÿ‡๐Ÿปโ›ท๏ธ๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿป๐Ÿ„๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿšฃ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿšด๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿšต๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคธ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคน๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง˜๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ›€๐Ÿป๐Ÿ›Œ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘ซ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘ญ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿปโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ’‹โ€๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ—ฃ๐Ÿ‘ค๐Ÿ‘ฅ๏ธ๐Ÿซ‚๐Ÿ‘ฃ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆง๐Ÿ•๐Ÿบ๐ŸฆŠ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฑ๐Ÿˆ๐Ÿˆโ€โฌ›๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿ…๐Ÿ†๐Ÿด๐ŸซŽ๐Ÿซ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿฆ„๐Ÿฆ“๐ŸฆŒ๐Ÿฆฌ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿ„๐Ÿท๐Ÿ–๐Ÿ—๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐Ÿช๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฆ™๐Ÿฆ’๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆฃ๐Ÿ€๐Ÿ‡๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿฆซ๐Ÿฆ”๐Ÿฆ‡๐Ÿป๐Ÿจ๐Ÿปโ€โ„๏ธ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿฆฅ๐Ÿฆจ๐Ÿฆ˜๐Ÿพ๐Ÿฆƒ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ“๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿค๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿง๐Ÿฆ…๐Ÿฆ†๐Ÿฆข๐Ÿฆ‰๐Ÿฆค๐Ÿชถ๐Ÿฆฉ๐Ÿฆš๐Ÿฆœ๐Ÿชฝ๐Ÿฆโ€โฌ›๐Ÿชฟ๐Ÿฆโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ๐ŸŠ๐ŸฆŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿฒ๐Ÿ‰๐Ÿฆ•๐Ÿฆ–๐Ÿณ๐Ÿ‹๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿฆญ๐ŸŸ๐Ÿ ๐Ÿก๐Ÿฆˆ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿฆ€๐Ÿฆž๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆ‘๐Ÿš๐Ÿชธ๐Ÿชผ๐ŸŒ๐Ÿฆ‹๐Ÿ›๐Ÿชฒ๐Ÿ•ท๐Ÿ•ธ๐Ÿฆ‚๐Ÿฆ ๐Ÿ’ฎ๐Ÿชท๐Ÿต๐ŸŒน๐Ÿฅ€๐ŸŒบ๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒด๐ŸŒท๐Ÿชปโš˜๏ธ๐ŸŒณ๐Ÿ€๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿชน๐Ÿชบ๐Ÿ‹๐ŸŠ๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿ…๐Ÿ‹โ€๐ŸŸฉ๐Ÿง„๐Ÿง…๐Ÿซ›๐Ÿฅจ๐Ÿง€๐Ÿ—๐ŸŒญ๐ŸŒฎ๐ŸŒฏ๐Ÿฅš๐Ÿณ๐Ÿฅ˜๐Ÿฒ๐Ÿซ•๐Ÿฅฃ๐Ÿฅ—๐Ÿฅซ๐Ÿฑ๐Ÿš๐Ÿœ๐Ÿ๐Ÿข๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿค๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฅฎ๐Ÿก๐ŸฅŸ๐Ÿฅ ๐Ÿฅก๐Ÿจ๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿช๐ŸŽ‚๐Ÿง๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿญ๐Ÿต๐Ÿพ๐Ÿธ๐Ÿน๐Ÿฅƒ๐Ÿฅค๐Ÿงƒ๐ŸงŠ๐Ÿฅข๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿด๐Ÿฅ„๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿซ™๐Ÿบ๐ŸŒŽ๐Ÿ—บ๐Ÿงญ๐Ÿ”โ›ฐ๏ธ๐ŸŒ‹๐Ÿ—ป๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ–๐Ÿœ๐Ÿ๐Ÿž๐Ÿงฑ๐Ÿชจ๐Ÿชต๐Ÿš๐Ÿ ๐Ÿข๐Ÿค๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿจ๐Ÿช๐Ÿญ๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿ—ผ๐Ÿ—ฝ๐Ÿ›•โ›ฉ๏ธโ›ฒ๏ธโ›บ๏ธ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒƒ๐Ÿ™๐ŸŒ…๐ŸŒ†๐ŸŒ‡๐ŸŒ‰๐ŸŽ ๐Ÿ›๐ŸŽก๐ŸŽข๐Ÿ’ˆ๐ŸŽช๐Ÿš‚๐Ÿšƒ๐Ÿš„๐Ÿšž๐Ÿš‹๐ŸšŒ๐Ÿš๐Ÿš‘๐Ÿš“๐Ÿšจ๐Ÿš•๐Ÿš—๐Ÿš˜๐Ÿ›ป๐Ÿ›ต๐Ÿ›บ๐Ÿšฒ๐Ÿ›ด๐Ÿ›ผ๐Ÿ›ผ๐Ÿš๐Ÿ›ฃ๐Ÿ›ค๐Ÿ›ž๐Ÿšฅ๐Ÿ›‘๐Ÿšฆ๐Ÿšงโš“๏ธ๐Ÿ›Ÿโ›ต๏ธ๐Ÿšขโœˆ๏ธ๐Ÿช‚๐Ÿ’บ๐Ÿš๐ŸšŸ๐Ÿš ๐Ÿšก๐Ÿ›ฐ๐Ÿš€๐Ÿ›ธ๐Ÿ›Ž๐Ÿงณโณ๏ธโŒ›๏ธโŒš๏ธโฐ๏ธโฒ๏ธ๐Ÿ•ฐ๐ŸŒ‘๐ŸŒ’๐ŸŒ“๐ŸŒ”๐ŸŒ•๐ŸŒ–๐ŸŒ—๐ŸŒ˜๐ŸŒ™๐ŸŒ›๐ŸŒš๐ŸŒœ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒž๐Ÿช๐ŸŒ ๐ŸŒŒ๐ŸŒช๐ŸŒซ๐ŸŒฌ๐ŸŒ€๐ŸŒˆโ˜”๏ธโšก๏ธโ˜„๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ’ง๐ŸŒŠ๐ŸŽƒ๐ŸŽ†๐ŸŽ‡๐Ÿงจโœจ๏ธ๐ŸŽˆ๐ŸŽ‰๐ŸŽŠ๐ŸŽ‹๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ‘๐Ÿงง๐ŸŽ€๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽŸ๐ŸŽ—๐ŸŽซ๐Ÿฅ‡๐ŸŽพ๐Ÿฅ๐ŸŽณ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿธ๐ŸฅŠ๐ŸฅŠ๐Ÿคฟ๐ŸŽฏ๐Ÿช€๐Ÿช๐ŸŽฑ๐Ÿ”ฎ๐Ÿช„๐Ÿงฟ๐Ÿชฌ๐ŸŽฎ๐Ÿ•น๐ŸŽฐ๐ŸŽฒ๐Ÿงฉ๐Ÿงธ๐Ÿช…๐Ÿชฉ๐Ÿช†โ™ ๏ธโ™ฅ๏ธโ™ฆ๏ธโ™ฃ๏ธ๐Ÿƒ๐ŸŽญ๐Ÿ–ผ๐ŸŽจ๐Ÿงต๐Ÿชก๐Ÿงถ๐Ÿชข๐Ÿ‘“๐Ÿ•ถ๐Ÿฅฝ๐Ÿฅผ๐Ÿ‘•๐Ÿ‘–๐Ÿงฃ๐Ÿงค๐Ÿงฅ๐Ÿงฆ๐Ÿ‘—๐Ÿ‘˜๐Ÿฉฑ๐Ÿฉฒ๐Ÿฉณ๐Ÿ‘™๐Ÿ‘š๐Ÿชญ๐Ÿ‘›๐Ÿ‘œ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ›๐ŸŽ’๐Ÿฉด๐Ÿฉด๐Ÿ‘Ÿ๐Ÿ‘Ÿ๐Ÿฅฟ๐Ÿฅฟ๐Ÿ‘ ๐Ÿ‘ ๐Ÿ‘ก๐Ÿ‘ก๐Ÿฉฐ๐Ÿชฎ๐Ÿ‘‘๐Ÿ‘’๐Ÿ’„๐Ÿ’Ž๐Ÿ”Š๐Ÿ“ฏ๐Ÿ””๐ŸŽผ๐ŸŽต๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽ™๐ŸŽš๐ŸŽค๐ŸŽง๐Ÿ“ป๐ŸŽท๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐ŸŽธ๐ŸŽน๐ŸŽป๐Ÿช•๐Ÿชˆ๐Ÿ“ฑ๐Ÿ“Ÿ๐Ÿ”‹๐Ÿชซ๐Ÿ”Œ๐Ÿ’ป๐Ÿ–จโŒจ๏ธ๐Ÿ–ฑ๐Ÿ’ฝ๐Ÿ’ฟ๐Ÿ“€๐ŸŽฅ๐ŸŽž๐Ÿ“ฝ๐ŸŽฌ๐Ÿ“บ๐Ÿ“ท๐Ÿ“ธ๐Ÿ“น๐Ÿ“ผ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”Ž๐Ÿ•ฏ๐Ÿ’ก๐Ÿ”ฆ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿช”๐Ÿ“”๐Ÿ“•๐Ÿ“–๐Ÿ”–๐Ÿ“—๐Ÿ“˜๐Ÿ“™๐Ÿ“š๐Ÿ““๐Ÿ“’๐Ÿ“œ๐Ÿ“ฐ๐Ÿ—ž๐Ÿท๐Ÿ’ฐ๐Ÿช™๐Ÿ’ต๐Ÿ’ธ๐Ÿ’ณ๐Ÿงพโœ‰๏ธ๐Ÿ“ฆ๐Ÿ“ซ๐Ÿ“ช๐Ÿ“ฌ๐Ÿ“ญโœ๏ธ๐Ÿ–Š๐Ÿ–Œ๐Ÿ–๐Ÿ“…๐Ÿ“†๐Ÿ—“๐Ÿ“‹๐Ÿ—„๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“Ž๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“โœ‚๏ธ๐Ÿ—‘๐Ÿ”’๐Ÿ”‘๐Ÿ”“๐Ÿ—๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”จ๐Ÿช“โ›๏ธ๐Ÿ—กโš”๏ธ๐Ÿ”ซ๐Ÿชƒ๐Ÿน๐Ÿ›ก๐Ÿชš๐Ÿช›โš™๏ธโš–๏ธ๐Ÿ”—โ›“๏ธ๐Ÿช๐Ÿงฒ๐Ÿชœโš—๏ธ๐Ÿงช๐Ÿงซ๐Ÿงฌ๐Ÿ”ฌ๐Ÿ”ญ๐Ÿ“ก๐Ÿฉธ๐Ÿ’Š๐Ÿฉน๐Ÿฉบ๐Ÿฉป๐Ÿšช๐Ÿชž๐ŸชŸ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿ›‹๐Ÿช‘๐Ÿช ๐Ÿšฟ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿช’๐Ÿงท๐Ÿงน๐Ÿงป๐Ÿชฃ๐Ÿงผ๐Ÿซง๐Ÿชฅ๐Ÿงฝ๐Ÿงฏ๐Ÿ›’โšฐ๏ธ๐Ÿชฆโšฑ๏ธ๐Ÿ—ฟ๐Ÿชง๐Ÿชช๐Ÿง๐Ÿšบโš ๏ธ๐Ÿšธ๐Ÿšซโฌ†๏ธ๐Ÿ”žโ˜ข๏ธโ˜ฃ๏ธ๐Ÿ”™๐Ÿ”š๐Ÿ”œโš›๏ธโ˜ธ๏ธโ˜ฏ๏ธโ˜ฎ๏ธโ™Ž๏ธโ–ถ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ผโบ๏ธ๐Ÿ“ถโ™€๏ธ๐ŸŸฐโ€ผ๏ธโ“๏ธโ—๏ธใ€ฐ๏ธ๐Ÿ’ฒโš•๏ธโ™ป๏ธโšœ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฑ๐Ÿ”ฐโญ•๏ธโŒ๏ธยฉ๏ธ1๏ธโƒฃ๐Ÿ” ๐Ÿ…ฐ๏ธ๐Ÿ…ฑ๏ธ๐Ÿ†’๏ธ๐Ÿ†“๏ธ๐Ÿ†•๏ธ๐Ÿ…พ๏ธ๐Ÿ†—๏ธ๐Ÿ…ฟ๏ธ๐Ÿ‰๏ธ๐Ÿˆฏ๏ธ๐Ÿˆš๏ธ๐Ÿ‰‘๏ธ๐Ÿˆธ๏ธ๐Ÿˆณ๏ธ๐Ÿˆบ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ด๐ŸŸ ๐ŸŸก๐ŸŸข๐Ÿ”ต๐ŸŸฆ๐ŸŸคโšช๏ธโšซ๏ธ๐ŸŸฅ๐ŸŸง๐ŸŸจโ—พ๏ธ๐ŸŸฆ๐ŸŸช๐ŸŸซโฌ›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‡ง๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฒ
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mama-sunni ยท 12 days ago
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๐Ÿ˜€๐Ÿ˜ƒ๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ™‚๐Ÿ™ƒ๐Ÿซ ๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜‡๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿ˜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˜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˜–๐Ÿ˜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‘‹๐Ÿป๐Ÿคš๐Ÿป๐Ÿ–๐Ÿปโœ‹๐Ÿป๐Ÿ––๐Ÿป๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿป๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿป๐Ÿซณ๐Ÿป๐Ÿซด๐Ÿป๐Ÿซท๐Ÿป๐Ÿซธ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿป๐ŸคŒ๐Ÿป๐Ÿค๐ŸปโœŒ๐Ÿป๐Ÿคž๐Ÿป๐Ÿซฐ๐Ÿป๐ŸคŸ๐Ÿป๐Ÿค˜๐Ÿป๐Ÿค™๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘ˆ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘†๐Ÿป๐Ÿ–•๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿปโ˜๐Ÿป๐Ÿซต๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘Ž๐ŸปโœŠ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘Š๐Ÿป๐Ÿค›๐Ÿป๐Ÿคœ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿป๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿป๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿป๐Ÿคฒ๐Ÿป๐Ÿค๐Ÿป๐Ÿ™๐Ÿปโœ๏ธ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ’…๐Ÿป๐Ÿคณ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ’ช๐Ÿป๐Ÿฆพ๐Ÿฆฟ๐Ÿฆต๐Ÿป๐Ÿฆถ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘‚๐Ÿป๐Ÿฆป๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘ƒ๐Ÿป๐Ÿง ๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฆท๐Ÿฆด๐Ÿ‘€๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘…๐Ÿ‘„๐Ÿซฆ๐Ÿ‘ถ๐Ÿป๐Ÿง’๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿป๐Ÿง‘๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘ฑ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿป๐Ÿง”๐Ÿปโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿง”๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง”๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿปโ€๐Ÿฆฐ๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿปโ€๐Ÿฆฑ๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿปโ€๐Ÿฆณ๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿปโ€๐Ÿฆฒ๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿปโ€๐Ÿฆฐ๐Ÿง‘๐Ÿปโ€๐Ÿฆฐ๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿปโ€๐Ÿฆฑ๐Ÿง‘๐Ÿปโ€๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿปโ€๐Ÿฆณ๐Ÿง‘๐Ÿปโ€๐Ÿฆณ๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿปโ€๐Ÿฆฒ๐Ÿง‘๐Ÿปโ€๐Ÿฆฒ๐Ÿ‘ฑ๐Ÿปโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฑ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ด๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘ต๐Ÿป๐Ÿง“๐Ÿป๐Ÿ™๐Ÿปโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿป๐Ÿ™Ž๐Ÿปโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™Ž๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™Ž๐Ÿป๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿผโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿฝโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ™†๐Ÿปโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™†๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™†๐Ÿป๐Ÿ’๐Ÿปโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ™‹๐Ÿฝโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™‹๐Ÿฟโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™‹๐Ÿป๐Ÿง๐Ÿปโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿง๐Ÿผโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ™‡๐Ÿปโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™‡๐Ÿผโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™‡๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿฟโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿป๐Ÿคท๐Ÿปโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿผโ€โš•๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿฝโ€โš•๏ธ๐Ÿง‘๐Ÿฟโ€โš•๏ธ๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿปโ€๐ŸŽ“๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿปโ€๐ŸŽ“๐Ÿง‘๐Ÿปโ€๐ŸŽ“๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿปโ€๐Ÿซ๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿปโ€๐Ÿซ๐Ÿง‘๐Ÿฝโ€๐Ÿซ๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿฝโ€โš–๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿฟโ€โš–๏ธ๐Ÿง‘๐Ÿปโ€โš–๏ธ๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿปโ€๐ŸŒพ๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿปโ€๐ŸŒพ๐Ÿง‘๐Ÿปโ€๐ŸŒพ๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿปโ€๐Ÿณ๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿผโ€๐Ÿณ๐Ÿง‘๐Ÿฝโ€๐Ÿณ๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿฟโ€๐Ÿ”ง๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿปโ€๐Ÿ”ง๐Ÿง‘๐Ÿปโ€๐Ÿ”ง๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿปโ€๐Ÿญ๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿปโ€๐Ÿญ๐Ÿง‘๐Ÿปโ€๐Ÿญ๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿผโ€๐Ÿ’ผ๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿฝโ€๐Ÿ’ผ๐Ÿง‘๐Ÿพโ€๐Ÿ’ผ๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿผโ€๐Ÿ”ฌ๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿปโ€๐Ÿ”ฌ๐Ÿง‘๐Ÿปโ€๐Ÿ”ฌ๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿผโ€๐Ÿ’ป๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿผโ€๐Ÿ’ป๐Ÿง‘๐Ÿผโ€๐Ÿ’ป๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿฝโ€๐ŸŽค๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿฟโ€๐ŸŽค๐Ÿง‘๐Ÿปโ€๐ŸŽค๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿฝโ€๐ŸŽจ๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿปโ€๐ŸŽจ๐Ÿง‘๐Ÿปโ€๐ŸŽจ๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿปโ€โœˆ๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿผโ€โœˆ๏ธ๐Ÿง‘๐Ÿฝโ€โœˆ๏ธ๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿฟโ€๐Ÿš€๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿผโ€๐Ÿš€๐Ÿง‘๐Ÿปโ€๐Ÿš€๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿปโ€๐Ÿš’๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿปโ€๐Ÿš’๐Ÿง‘๐Ÿปโ€๐Ÿš’๐Ÿ‘ฎ๐Ÿผโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฎ๐Ÿฝโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฎ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ•ต๐Ÿปโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ•ต๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ•ต๐Ÿป๐Ÿ’‚๐Ÿปโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ’‚๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ’‚๐Ÿผ๐Ÿฅท๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ‘ท๐Ÿฟโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ท๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ท๐Ÿป๐Ÿซ…๐Ÿป๐Ÿคด๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘ธ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘ณ๐Ÿผโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ณ๐Ÿฝโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ณ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ‘ฒ๐Ÿป๐Ÿง•๐Ÿป๐Ÿคต๐Ÿปโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคต๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคต๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘ฐ๐Ÿผโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฐ๐Ÿพโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฐ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿคฐ๐Ÿป๐Ÿซƒ๐Ÿป๐Ÿซ„๐Ÿป๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿปโ€๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿผโ€๐Ÿผ๐Ÿง‘๐Ÿฝโ€๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ‘ผ๐Ÿฟ๐ŸŽ…๐Ÿป๐Ÿคถ๐Ÿป๐Ÿง‘๐Ÿปโ€๐ŸŽ„๐Ÿฆธ๐Ÿปโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿฆธ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿฆธ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿฆน๐Ÿฝโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿฆน๐Ÿฟโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿฆน๐Ÿผ๐Ÿง™๐Ÿปโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿง™๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง™๐Ÿป๐Ÿงš๐Ÿปโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿงš๐Ÿผโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿงš๐Ÿพ๐Ÿง›๐Ÿฟโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿง›๐Ÿฝโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง›๐Ÿป๐Ÿงœ๐Ÿปโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿงœ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿงœ๐Ÿป๐Ÿง๐Ÿผโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿง๐Ÿฝโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿงžโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿงžโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿงž๐ŸงŸโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐ŸงŸโ€โ™€๏ธ๐ŸงŸ๐ŸงŒ๐Ÿ’†๐Ÿฟโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ’†๐Ÿผโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ’†๐Ÿป๐Ÿ’‡๐Ÿปโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ’‡๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ’‡๐Ÿป๐Ÿšถ๐Ÿฝโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿšถ๐Ÿพโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿšถ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿง๐Ÿปโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿง๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง๐Ÿป๐ŸงŽ๐Ÿปโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐ŸงŽ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐ŸงŽ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿพโ€๐Ÿฆฏ๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿฟโ€๐Ÿฆฏ๐Ÿง‘๐Ÿปโ€๐Ÿฆฏ๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿปโ€๐Ÿฆผ๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿปโ€๐Ÿฆผ๐Ÿง‘๐Ÿปโ€๐Ÿฆผ๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿปโ€๐Ÿฆฝ๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿผโ€๐Ÿฆฝ๐Ÿง‘๐Ÿพโ€๐Ÿฆฝ๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿฟโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿผโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ•บ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ•ด๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘ฏ๐Ÿผโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฏ๐Ÿฝโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฏ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿง–๐Ÿปโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿง–๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง–๐Ÿป๐Ÿง—๐Ÿปโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿง—๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง—๐Ÿผ๐Ÿคบ๐Ÿ‡๐Ÿฟโ›ท๏ธ๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿป๐ŸŒ๐Ÿปโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐ŸŒ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐ŸŒ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ„๐Ÿผโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ„๐Ÿฝโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ„๐Ÿพ๐Ÿšฃ๐Ÿผโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿšฃ๐Ÿผโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿšฃ๐Ÿป๐ŸŠ๐Ÿปโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐ŸŠ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐ŸŠ๐Ÿผโ›น๏ธ๐Ÿฝโ€โ™‚๏ธโ›น๏ธ๐Ÿฟโ€โ™€๏ธโ›น๏ธ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‹๐Ÿปโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‹๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‹๐Ÿป๐Ÿšด๐Ÿปโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿšด๐Ÿผโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿšด๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿšต๐Ÿฟโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿšต๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿšต๐Ÿป๐Ÿคธ๐Ÿปโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคธ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคธ๐Ÿป๐Ÿคผ๐Ÿผโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคผ๐Ÿพโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคผ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿคฝ๐Ÿปโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคฝ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคฝ๐Ÿป๐Ÿคพ๐Ÿปโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคพ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคพ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿคน๐Ÿพโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคน๐Ÿฟโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคน๐Ÿป๐Ÿง˜๐Ÿปโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿง˜๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง˜๐Ÿป๐Ÿ›€๐Ÿป๐Ÿ›Œ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿปโ€๐Ÿคโ€๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ‘ฌ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ‘ซ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ‘ญ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿง‘๐Ÿฟโ€๐Ÿคโ€๐Ÿง‘๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿฟโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ’‹โ€๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿปโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ’‹โ€๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿปโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ’‹โ€๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿป๐Ÿง‘๐Ÿปโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ’‹โ€๐Ÿง‘๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿฝโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿฝโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿผโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ’‘๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉ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lynanist ยท 4 months ago
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AHHHHHH THIS GOT ME FEELING THINGS I HAVEN'T FELT IN AN LONG TIME LIKE THIS๐Ÿคญ
I do have an idea for how to mark him though๐Ÿ˜Œ even though it doesn't have to be inflicted by biting and hickey-giving, but it kinda works that way too
It's by using tinted lip products and kissing him, and as long as he doesn't wash it off it will stay there๐Ÿคท๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคธ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ, maybe even waterproof/tinted lipsticks will work best, do waterproof lipsticks exist? I don't really wear a lot of make-up so I have 0 idea lol, but if it does, using tinted/waterproof lipstick and then using a make-up fixing spray/mist?? And then y/n reapplying the lipstick mark after Hee takes a shower๐Ÿ’‹, gives a reason to kiss his neck like a minimum of twice a day๐Ÿ˜‰
- @lynanist
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* pairing: vampire!heeseung x afab!reader
* tags: smut, mentions of blood, dom/sub dynamics, mild degradation (m. receiving), cunnilingus, handjob (mutual), edging (m. receiving), praise (m. receiving), piv sex, exhibitionism, heeseung's a brat
* summary: heeseung, your lab partner for alchemy, is acting strange over a blood-red potion you both accidentally brew in the evening.
* word count: 6k
* a/n: here you go darlings, hope you enjoy โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ please have a lovely day !! and if there are any mistakes, please don't hesitate to let me know and i'll fix it <33
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The blood-red liquid in the flask stares at you in an almost menacing way and you squint at it in return, wondering what the hell did you do wrong this time. Did you boil it too long? Or maybe you used the wrong ingredients?
No, thatโ€™s not possible, you triple checked all the ingredients and the amount before using it. Perhaps you missed a step? Giving out a frustrated sigh, you push your hair back with your hand.
You turn to look at your lab partner, maybe he knows whatโ€™s going on but as soon as you do, your breath briefly catches in your throat. Heeseungโ€™s staring at the flask thatโ€™s in your hand in a really weird manner.
As the seconds roll by, you watch as his brown doe eyes widen slightly, his pupils dilating, his stare becoming more and more intense. He even licks his lips and takes an audible gulp. Itโ€™s as if the potion has him entranced just by existing.
โ€œHeeseung.โ€
Your voice doesnโ€™t catch his attention so you opt to snap your fingers right in front of his face. In response, he blinks once, then twice, then shakes his head and turns towards you. Giving you a sheepish smile, he apologises for zoning out.
Despite saying so, his eyes go back to staring at the flask in the same weird manner again after you put it down on the flask rack. It makes you feel confused, what is this potion?
Wanting to find some answers, you start searching through your alchemy textbook. Too occupied to pay attention to your surroundings, you donโ€™t notice what Heeseungโ€™s doing until itโ€™s too late. When you do notice, heโ€™s already got his hand on the flask and is now drinking the potion.
โ€œHeeseung, wait, no!โ€
Quickly grabbing the flask away from him, you start nagging at him, โ€œAre you crazy? Whatโ€™s wrong with you? You canโ€™t just be drinking any potion that you see, we donโ€™t even know what this is!โ€
But his eyes are spaced out and youโ€™re pretty sure that heโ€™s a goner, not even here anymore. A drop of red liquid trails down from the corner of his mouth to his chin and he doesnโ€™t even bother to wipe it away. He just keeps on staring at the damn flask in your hand.
Because of the way heโ€™s acting, youโ€™re prompted to throw the whole potion inside the sink in front of you. You hear him whine as the last drop of potion disappears into the drain.
โ€œGoddamn, I know youโ€™re a vampire and all but come on, donโ€™t you have any self-control? When was the last time you feed?โ€
As soon as youโ€™re done dumping the contents of the flask, you give it a shake, making sure thereโ€™s nothing left of the potion. Immediately after, you feel his body slump against you, his head buried in your neck.
Surprised at his sudden action, you take a step back in response, trying to balance yourself and him. Then, gently placing the flask down on the table, you rest your hand on his head while your other hand rests on his shoulder.
You both stay like that for a while, him not doing anything except breathing heavily in your neck and you just wondering why what the hell is going on.
Then, all of a sudden, you feel lightheaded; your heart starts beating faster and there are suddenly butterflies in your stomach. Your knees start getting weak and you have to rest your hand on the table to steady yourself. Itโ€™s also getting harder to get your eyes and brain to focus on the situation in front of you.
And then he does something; he licks the side of your neck. Thatโ€™s when it hits you and you kind of realise what heโ€™s trying to do.
โ€œAre you trying to feed on me?โ€
Although he doesnโ€™t answer you verbally, his actions tell you his answer loud and clear. As soon as you feel his fangs graze against your neck, you tightly grip his hair and roughly pull his head backwards. That earns you a sharp hiss.
In his dizzied state, he somehow manages to choke out, โ€œPlease?โ€
Feeling sorry for him, you wonder how long he hasnโ€™t been feeding for him to be this desperate. As he looks at you with lustful eyes, you ask him, โ€œDo you want me to call Jay?โ€
You slowly let go of your grip and continue in a soft tone, โ€œI donโ€™t know what to do in situations like thisโ€ฆโ€
Heeseung just stares at you intensely and licks his lips in response, most likely focusing all his energy on keeping his seductive trance on you. Closing your eyes, you do your best to control yourself since itโ€™s obvious that itโ€™s up to you to control the situation right now and although itโ€™s hard to resist him, you try.
That doesnโ€™t mean you succeed though. Because the moment he starts whining in your ear, you move him so that heโ€™s the one leaning on the table now. Your lips quickly attach themselves to his and despite his initial shock, he melts into you rather quickly.
Moaning into your mouth, he pulls you in closer to him โ€” so close that your bodies are pressed up against each other. As he lets your tongue ravage his, your heart begins to beats faster and your head begins to get dizzy.
Practically feeling your self-control slipping, Heeseung canโ€™t help but smirk to himself as you start trailing kisses on his neck. He lets out a soft moan when he feels you biting his neck โ€” he canโ€™t help it, vampires are more sensitive than everybody else.
His body rocks into yours and although he really likes what heโ€™s feeling right now, heโ€™s so terribly desperate for some blood and he canโ€™t really keep up his seductive trance on you anymore since itโ€™s draining too much of his energy. So he lets go of his grip on you, not physically though.
Slowly, your senses start coming back to you and you blink as your eyes adjust. Taking advantage of your still dizzy state, he whispers to you in a low tone, โ€œWant to trade?โ€
Despite still being a bit dizzy, his words pique your curiosity. You hum at him, encouraging him to explain what he means.
โ€œMy body for your blood.โ€
Okay, now youโ€™re really interested. Since youโ€™re back to your normal state, youโ€™re fully aware of whatโ€™s going on and fully in control of your actions now. Still, you canโ€™t help but blink at him, a little dazedly, not sure if you heard him correctly or not โ€” not sure if this is just a fragment of your imagination or not.
Does he really mean that heโ€™ll have sex with you just for a bit of your blood? This situation seems absurd to you, especially when taken into consideration how you know that Heeseung doesnโ€™t have sex with just anybody.
Itโ€™s obvious because youโ€™ve never once heard anybody talking about how it was like having sex with Heeseung and youโ€™re sure that if someone did have sex with him, they would brag about it to hell. And you canโ€™t blame them because youโ€™d do the same. What can you say? Heeseungโ€™s a really hot vampire.
But maybe your mind is in the gutter and he doesnโ€™t really mean sex โ€” which is a more logical situation. Maybe he just means doing service related stuff like carrying your bag to class or buying you lunch?
Just as you are about to ask him to clarify what he means, he whispers in your ear with the same low tone he used before, โ€œWhatever you want from me.โ€
โ€œWhateverโ€โ€ฆ that meansโ€ฆ
Yeah, it totally means sex. And just to be sure you got the right message, he looks at you in the eye and continues, โ€œI know you want me. You wouldnโ€™t have been all over me if you didnโ€™t.โ€
โ€œNow, hold up. I think I should remind you that you used your seductive trance on me.โ€
He smirks at that. โ€œI mean, yeah but you still wouldnโ€™t have kissed me if you didnโ€™t want me. The trance doesnโ€™t make you do stuff you donโ€™t want to do, you know. It just makes you honest and impulsiveโ€ฆ like a truth serum.โ€
You narrow your eyes on him, contemplating your choices. Truthfully, youโ€™re not much of a fan of getting blood sucked right out of you.
Looking at you with a pleading look, he tries to coax you into agreeing with the trade, โ€œPlease? You can have my body. Hell, do whatever you want to me. Just give me a bit of your blood. Iโ€™m so thirsty right now, please?โ€
There are so many questions youโ€™d like to ask him; why you? Why not just get Jay to get him a packet of animal blood? Will it hurt? How much is he going to take? What about the side effects?
As if he can sense your thoughts, he rests his hand on your waist and pulls you in closer, โ€œCome on, please? Iโ€™ll be a really good boy for you.โ€
Sighing, you tell him seriously, โ€œHee baby, I donโ€™t think you know what youโ€™re getting yourself into.โ€
But heโ€™s already shutting you and your thoughts up with a kiss โ€” one that turns heated really quickly. Since he obviously doesnโ€™t know how intense you can be, youโ€™re going to show it to him.
As your tongue goes to explore every inch of his mouth, he lets out a soft moan, not even bothering to fight for dominance. By the time you pull away from him and rest your forehead on his, one of your hands is already palming him through his pants while the other covers his mouth, forcing him to stay quiet.
He canโ€™t help but whine as he slightly grinds into your hand, his breathing heavy and his eyes full of lust. His hands leave your waist โ€” one goes to your wrist (the one thatโ€™s palming him), gripping it tightly while the other goes on the table behind him for support. You push your palm against him more and he whines again, throwing his head back.
Bringing your lips close to his ear, you whisper to him, โ€œAre you really that desperate so much that youโ€™re willing to whore yourself out just for some blood?โ€
Unable to deny, he can only nod and gasp in response, his grip on your wrist tightens.
โ€œSo desperate that youโ€™re willing to be my slut, huh?โ€
You feel him shiver for a bit before he nods again. He stares at you with half-lidded eyes for a while until you finally get the memo that he wants to say something. Letting him speak, you move your hand that was on his mouth to play with the neckline of his t-shirt.
โ€œBut like, can we not do it here?โ€
You laugh at that. โ€œWhere then?โ€
โ€œMy room?โ€
How could you ever say no to this man? You give him a nod in agreement but something crosses your mind โ€” youโ€™re curious about one thing.
โ€œWhat are you gonna do about this though?โ€ He bites his lip as you say that, his ears turning a soft shade of red as you continue to press your hand against the bulge in his pants.
Quickly taking off his black jacket, you take a step back from him as he ties the arms around his waist. It doesnโ€™t hide much but itโ€™ll do. Besides, you donโ€™t really care much about it. Thatโ€™s more of a him problem.
โ€œThere, letโ€™s go.โ€ Grabbing your hand in his, he starts pulling you to the door but you, being a responsible university student, remind him, โ€œHee baby, I know youโ€™re impatient but we gotta clean up first.โ€
He groans at that. Nevertheless, he doesnโ€™t complain and quickly cleans everything up with you.
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The walk to his room is quick since itโ€™s quite close to the lab. When you both get there, he asks you to wait outside for a moment. Itโ€™s not a big deal for you so you wait outside in the hallway while he does whatever heโ€™s doing, maybe doing some last-minute cleaning.
By the time the door opens again โ€” which isnโ€™t long, a confused Jay steps out. He notices you standing there and you see a spark of realisation in his eyes, the confusion on his face disappears instantly.
โ€œHey, Jay.โ€
He smiles at you and just laughs in response, saying heโ€™ll be back at 10 and to have fun. You watch as his silhouette disappears out of your view and by that time, Heeseungโ€™s already pulling you into his room.
Once youโ€™re inside, he traps you against the door, body pressing against yours, his hands on your hips and his thigh in between your legs. His lips immediately meet yours in a fierce and passionate kiss.
It doesnโ€™t take him long before he pulls away from you and starts kissing down your neck. It feels good and you love neck kisses but you know what heโ€™s trying to do.
Keeping your guard up, you run your hand through his hair and grind into his thigh. He starts licking the side of your neck and you donโ€™t know how heโ€™s so good at this, he almost makes you forget, almost makes you drop your guard down with every move of his tongue against your neck.
Fortunately for you, you feel it immediately; the feeling of his fangs against your skin. It prompts you to grip his hair and roughly pull it back. He whines in response. โ€œBe patient. You donโ€™t get a taste of me until youโ€™ve earned it, understand?โ€
You let go of your grip on his hair as he hums, signalling his understanding of the situation.
โ€œNow get on the bed.โ€
โ€œWhat are you going to do if I say no?โ€ He says as he gives you a teasing smile.
Oh? So he wants to be a bit of a brat now, huh?
Well, thatโ€™s perfectly fine with you, youโ€™ll put him in his place. Grabbing his hips, you forcefully push and move him back. He stumbles a bit as you guide him to his bed โ€” at least, you hope itโ€™s his bed, it seems like itโ€™s his bed.
Eventually, you push him and he falls into it. Wasting no time, you climb on top of him. Pinning his hands down on both sides of his head, you bring your lips near his ear and say to him, โ€œIf youโ€™re gonna be a brat, Heeseung, just know that I make brats cry.โ€
He doesnโ€™t get a chance to reply to you because youโ€™re already kissing him again, all hot and rough. It makes him hard to keep up with you and eventually he just lets you kiss him like that, your tongue once again exploring his mouth. Your hands push down on his and he laces them together, moaning a bit when he feels you push his hands harder against the sheets.
Pulling away from him, you press your leg against the budge in his pants and start trailing kisses down his neck. When he feels your tongue on his neck, he canโ€™t help but throw his head back as he grinds into your leg. It makes you lose control, he makes you lose control. You just want to ruin him, hear his sweet voice beg for you.
โ€œFuck, we need a safe word because I want to ruin you so bad you donโ€™t even know.โ€
Itโ€™s when you start biting he starts getting noisy. All his gasps and moans start coming out but he manages to choke out the first word that comes into his head, โ€œApple.โ€
โ€œOur safe word is apple?โ€
Heeseung feels his heart beat faster at that, your words repeat in his head; our safe word is apple? God, he wants to do this again with you and heโ€™s not even talking about sex since you two havenโ€™t even gotten there yet. He just wants to be with you, spend time with you, make you happy, make you feel good. And although itโ€™s obvious that Heeseungโ€™s not the type to have sex just for fun but for you, he doesnโ€™t care. Heโ€™d let you use his body any timeโ€ฆ because itโ€™s yours anyway, he thinks.
He doesnโ€™t want to scare you off or ruin the moment though, so he keeps his question for another time and tells you, โ€œYeah.โ€
โ€œSay it again,โ€ you say as your hand lets go of his and starts palming him.
โ€œA-apple,โ€ he stutters, his head starting to get hazy.
โ€œGood boy.โ€
He practically melts at your praise. It looks like you just found out one of his kinks. Your mind is already starting to think of ways to use that to your advantage because one thingโ€™s for sure; youโ€™re gonna make him beg. Youโ€™re not sure if thatโ€™s gonna be easy or hard but thatโ€™s what makes it fun.
Sitting up, you straddle him. Your hands move to unbutton his pants but just as youโ€™re about to free his dick, you hear a phone ring. A bit annoyed, you look in the direction where the sound is coming from.
โ€œUndress. By the time I come back, I want you naked,โ€ you say to him as you make your way towards the phone.
He doesnโ€™t even tell you that itโ€™s his phone and not yours, he doesnโ€™t really care either way. Besides, heโ€™s curious about what youโ€™re going to say.
You find the phone on his desk, amongst other stuff including books, pencils and even empty blood bags that you pay no attention to. You put the phone at your ear as soon as you accept the call, not even looking at the caller ID.
The sound of a feminine voice whining captures your attention, โ€œHeeseung baby, finally you picked up my calls! Where are you?โ€
Feeling a bit weirded out, you look at the phone. You give a quiet chuckle when you realise that Heeseung didnโ€™t even save this personโ€™s number. Youโ€™re about to look back at Heeseung until you feel his arms wrap around you, pulling you flush against his naked body.
He feels so good like this โ€” his built chest pressing against your back, his head in your neck, you feel his hard-on against your back too. Heโ€™s being a brat again because one of his hands is starting to grope your breasts underneath your shirt while the other starts making its way to your cunt.
โ€œWho is it?โ€ He whispers to you as he plays with your boob, kneading it in his hand. His other hand is already underneath your underwear and heโ€™s rubbing circles against your wet cunt. Heโ€™s so good at this too and you let him continue while you return your attention to the person on the other side of the call.
โ€œIโ€™m sorry, who is this?โ€ You ask, not even hiding your heavy breathing.
The person seems outraged, given by their tone of voice when they reply, โ€œWho the fuck are you and why are you answering Heeseungโ€™s phone?โ€
It makes you want to laugh but before youโ€™re able to do that, Heeseung inserts a finger inside you and starts kissing your neck. His grip on your breast tightens as he pinches your nipple, all the while thrusting his finger as deep as it can go inside you.
You donโ€™t even bother to hide your moan, telling him to keep going, โ€œYeah, just like that Hee baby. God, youโ€™re doing so good, you feel so good.โ€
Feeling his dick twitch against your back from the praise that you gave him, he continues his actions with more intensity. Youโ€™re sure that he can hear the other person on the line and youโ€™re not sure what their relationship is but you donโ€™t care because right now, Heeseung is yours and youโ€™re gonna make this person know that.
Meanwhile, this person is more than outraged, even more so when you tell her, โ€œSorry babe, Heeseungโ€™s mine,โ€ and hang up the call. When you finally put down the phone, Heeseung starts speaking.
โ€œSorry about that, I donโ€™t know her, sheโ€™s been stalking me like crazy. Iโ€™ll make it up to you, I promise,โ€ he says in his usual soft tone, worried that you might get the wrong idea.
But you really couldnโ€™t care less. You grab his hands and reluctantly pull them off you. Then, you spin around so that youโ€™re now facing him. He quickly breaks eye contact with you, knowing that heโ€™s gonna get it now for being a bratโ€ฆ and yet he canโ€™t contain the thrill and excitement in him. It makes him smile teasingly at you despite not being able to look you in the eye.
Grabbing his face in your hand, you make him look at you. His breath catches in his throat when he sees the intensity in your eyes. You wrap your hands around the back of his neck and pull him in closer to you. He thought you were going to kiss him but instead you only pull his head closer because you wanted to whisper something in his ear, โ€œIs there any way that I could mark you?โ€
He bites his lip at that. The thought of you marking him turns him on more than heโ€™d like to admit. Heโ€™d love for you to be able to leave marks on his skin and heโ€™d definitely show it off, he doesnโ€™t care who sees, he wants everyone to know that only you can mark him, that he belongs to somebody and that somebody just happens to be you. But alas, thereโ€™s not really any way to mark a vampire if youโ€™re human.
โ€œIโ€ฆ I donโ€™t think so,โ€ he tells you softly after thinking about it, โ€œMy skin would heal way too quickly.โ€
Just to be sure, you try it out. Your lips attach themselves to his neck and as you bite hard on it, a loud gasp falls out of his mouth. He doesnโ€™t complain though and albeit you know that you probably shouldnโ€™t take advantage of that, you still do.
So you bite him again, this time, sucking hard on his skin right after. He holds onto you as you do that to keep himself steady, trembling a bit. When youโ€™re done, you pull away to look at it.
Unfortunately, heโ€™s telling the truth. You watch as the bruise you left quickly heals itself, turning a shade of red back to the colour of his skin. In your opinion, it healed itself way too quickly for a vampire who hasnโ€™t fed in like a weekโ€ฆ but then again, youโ€™re not a vampire so what do you know?
He notices you pouting and suddenly remembers something, โ€œUmโ€ฆ but there isโ€ฆ scent?โ€
โ€œScent?โ€
โ€œYeah, scent. Um, a human probably wonโ€™t notice it but others would.
Thatโ€™s true though. Despite being full human, you already know that everyone elseโ€™s sense of smell is very sensitive, so sensitive that they can probably smell you on him from miles away. Okay, thatโ€™s obviously an exaggeration but yeah, that worksโ€ฆ you guess.
โ€œHow long does it last?โ€
โ€œA couple of days, I guess.โ€
โ€œIs there really no other way?โ€
โ€œNot unless youโ€™re a vampire too,โ€ he bares his fangs at you with a smile right after he says that.
Hm, fair enough. Deciding to let it go, you tell him to get on the bed as you start taking your clothes off. Surprisingly, he obeys and does so rather quickly with no teasing comments whatsoever. So he can be obedient, you think to yourself. That means heโ€™ll beg.
He sits down at the edge of the bed and watches you strip down. You donโ€™t have to look at him to know that his eyes are hungry, just taking in every single inch of your bare skin. Pulling down your soaked underwear, you finally make your way towards him.
You know he wants you on top of him. Thatโ€™s obvious, heโ€™s ready to pull you down onto the bed with him but you have other plans. As soon as youโ€™re standing in front of him, his hands go out to touch your waist but you swat them away.
As he looks up at you in desperation, you grip his hair, throw one leg over his shoulder and pull him into your cunt. Like an obedient puppy, he immediately parts his lips and starts eating you out โ€” licking into you, sucking on your clit, lapping at your juices. You canโ€™t help but moan at the sensation of his tongue on your cunt.
It takes him a while to figure out what you like but he eventually gets there. Your grip on his hair tightens and you start panting when he starts tongue-fucking you.
The feel of his hot tongue inside you just drives you insane. It makes you grind against his face. When he pulls his tongue out to swirl it in circles around your cunt, youโ€™re unable to stop yourself from inserting two of your fingers inside you.
The thrusting of your fingers combined with the sensation of his tongue on you drives you to the edge. Thereโ€™s a knot in your stomach and you can feel your climax approaching.
Heeseung feels it too and he intensifies his actions to help you get there. You pull his face into your cunt and he moans, the vibrations sending you to a frenzy so much that you start rambling, โ€œDamn, youโ€™re so good at this. Keep going, baby. Iโ€™m so close. Youโ€™re doing so good, you feel so fucking good, my god.โ€
With three fingers inside you and a final thrust, along with Heeseung sucking your clit, you let out a loud moan when you finally reach your climax.
Your legs start to weaken and for a moment, youโ€™re worried that you might fall but he has you, keeping you steady with his hands on your waist and thigh. He keeps on eating you out as you ride the waves of your orgasm, lapping up all the juices coming out of you.
When you finally get back to your senses, you notice the whole room smells like sex now and you know you have to apologise to Jay later. It seems the smell has intoxicated both you and Heeseung. You see his eyes start getting hazy, no doubt his mind is a bit dizzy too.
You push him down on the bed and press your body against his. Gripping his cock with one hand, you say in his ear, โ€œI was going to punish you for being a brat.โ€
He moans and bucks into your hand as you start stroking it quickly, โ€œBut youโ€™ve been good and you did well. So I guess Iโ€™m letting you off this time.โ€
He whines your name in your ear as you speed up the pace and you continue, โ€œDo you think youโ€™ve been a good boy?โ€
Throwing his head back and letting out a loud moan, he nods and says, โ€œ Yes.โ€
You chuckle at that, you know he hasnโ€™t been very good. Recalling that phone call scene earlier, you continue to pump him while your other hand starts playing with his nipples. โ€œReally? I donโ€™t think so though? Remember that phone call scene earlier?โ€
He drags out a moan, he canโ€™t focus when youโ€™re being like this to him. Deciding to tease him for a bit just like how he teased you earlier, you start leaving bruises on his neck with your mouth โ€” at least, you attempt to.
And albeit your attempt will forever be just an attempt, itโ€™s still fun to see him squirm under you. His every reaction is delicious, every moan, every hiss, the look on his face when your fingers play with his tip, the look on his face when you pinch his nipples, ugh, you just love it.
Eventually, he tells you heโ€™s close and you increase your intensity and pace. Right at the last moment right before heโ€™s about to cum, you stop touching him completely, pulling your hands away from him.
He whines your name loudly at the loss of your touch and his orgasm. Staring at you with half-lidded eyes, his hands beside each side of his head, he breathes heavily as he contemplates what to do.
But before he could do anything, youโ€™re already sitting up. โ€œYou got a condom?โ€
He nods and replies, โ€œYeah, at the desk.โ€
โ€œGood, because if you donโ€™t, I wouldโ€™ve edge you 5 times before I let you cum,โ€ you say as you get off of him and make your way towards his desk.
Hiding the upper part of his face with his arm, he bites his swollen lip and tries to calm himself down because if he doesnโ€™t calm down, heโ€™s going to cum real fast. Being a vampire doesnโ€™t help, nor you edging him because now heโ€™s the most sensitive heโ€™s ever been.
Breathe in, breathe out, he tells himself.
โ€œHere you go.โ€ You toss him the condom.
You watch him put it on as you tell him, โ€œBy the way, I threw away the empty blood bags, I donโ€™t know why you didnโ€™t throw them in the trash.โ€
โ€œAh, yeah, I forgot about them,โ€ he sheepishly replies.
โ€œClean up after yourself, thatโ€™s been there for at least a couple of days, no?โ€
He looks at you in confusion, but before he can comment on it further, youโ€™re back on top of him. You ask him if heโ€™s ready and he grabs your hips and replies, โ€œWait, no, Iโ€™m so sensitive, give me a minute, please.โ€
Of course, you donโ€™t listen to him. Instead, you continuously grind your cunt into his dick and relish in the reactions and sounds that he makes. He grinds into you too, his body rocking into yours as he arches his back from the pleasure.
Fuck, heโ€™s not even inside you yet but he can already feel his orgasm coming. Heโ€™s so close and his jerky movements and constant moaning are proof of that.
Meanwhile, you, youโ€™re soaking wet again. You want his dick inside you yet you vowed to yourself that you wonโ€™t put his dick inside you unless he begs for it. So you keep grinding against him.
Suddenly, you feel his hands grab your hips, you hear him say your name in an exasperated tone. โ€œPlease, Iโ€™m so close, please.โ€
Itโ€™s so fun watching him like this, all wrecked and desperate, desperate to be inside you, desperate to cum. You canโ€™t help but tease him again, heโ€™s just so cute like this. He brings out the sadist in you.
You donโ€™t stop until his orgasm comes close again. For the second time this evening, you stop him from cumming, lifting yourself off of him right before he was about to cum.
โ€œShit.โ€
Itโ€™s the first time you hear him swear. Despite swearing, the tone of his voice is still soft like usual. He even manages to make swear words sound soft. It makes you want to hear him swear again but youโ€™ve already been cruel to him enough for the day. You stare at him in slight awe as you let him compose himself for a minute.
When he gets back to his senses, he starts groaning. His hand covers the front of his face again. Just by looking at him, you know that youโ€™ve already broken him so much that heโ€™s just begging non-stop now.
Heโ€™s a mess under you as he begs you desperately, โ€œPlease donโ€™t do this to me, please, please donโ€™t do this to me, please-โ€
โ€œShhโ€ฆ okay, okay, I got you.โ€
โ€œPlease.โ€
You hum at him as you insert his dick inside you. Moaning at the feeling of him filling you up, you start moving. Your movements are rushed since you donโ€™t want to torture him any longer. Heeseung doesnโ€™t stop begging you, he just gets louder as time goes on, moaning in between pleas every time you thrust into him.
He doesnโ€™t even have the energy to thrust into you anymore so you adjust yourself a bit so that he could hit your g-spot. A couple of thrusts later and the familiar feeling comes to you again, the knot in your stomach โ€” youโ€™re close.
โ€œYouโ€™re close?โ€ you ask him.
He nods his head in response, begging you to let him cum and to not edge him again. You kiss him and that shuts him up โ€” well not really because he doesnโ€™t stop moaning, but he does stop speaking.
As your tongue swirls with his, you pinch his nipples one last time and thatโ€™s enough to send him on the edge. He arches his back into you and gasps as he finally gets his release. You keep going, helping him ride the waves of his orgasm and soon, youโ€™re cumming too.
Slowing down your movements, you eventually lay on top of him, panting in his ear. Heeseungโ€™s arms wrap around you, heโ€™s panting too and still has a dazed just-been-fucked look on his face.
Closing his eyes and throwing his head back, he says to you in a soft voice, โ€œThank you.โ€
Itโ€™s obvious that heโ€™s spent and youโ€™re glad you both had a good time. You run your hand through his hair and give him tons of praises, โ€œNo, no, thank you for being so good to me. You did so well, such a good boy for me, thank you so much. Iโ€™m sorry if I went too far.โ€
He laughs at that, the laugh you usually hear coming from him โ€” rich and cheerful, like it could light up the whole world. Youโ€™ve heard it before, itโ€™s hard to miss it since his laugh is melodic and catches your attention all the timeโ€ฆ but youโ€™ve never made him laugh, this is the first time.
Feeling a bit of warmth inside you, you smile at him as he whispers, โ€œIt was funโ€ฆ I enjoyed it.โ€
Can we do it again later? It doesnโ€™t have to be just this one time. He wants to say that to you but heโ€™s scared that youโ€™ll reject him, scared that heโ€™ll blow his chances. So instead, he bites his lip and keeps his mouth shut.
Suddenly, you remember the deal you two had. โ€œOh yeah, you can have some of my blood now I guess.โ€
His laidback teasing personality begins to make its comeback as he smirks at you and says in a teasing tone, โ€œOh? But Iโ€™m full though.โ€
Looking at him in confusion, you reply, โ€œBut werenโ€™t you desperate for some blood earlier? When was the last time you feed?โ€
โ€œjust a few minutes ago, when I got in my room.โ€
You look at him confusedly, as if looking at him would answer all the questions in your head and would explain everything that youโ€™re not understanding. Sensing your confusion, he continues, โ€œJay got me some blood packets and I drank them before I let you in.โ€
Oh. โ€œBut the deal?โ€
Perking up at you, he canโ€™t help his genuine smile when he tells you, โ€œNext time then. Iโ€™ll call you when Iโ€™m hungry.โ€
Chuckling at that, you agree with him. After all, he did give you a good time. Plus, youโ€™re not the kind of person to break off a deal when youโ€™ve already had your fill.
You move to get off him but he wonโ€™t let you, wrapping his arms around you tighter and whining in your neck. โ€œStay with meโ€ฆ unless you got somewhere to be?โ€
โ€œItโ€™s getting dark.โ€
โ€œIโ€™ll walk you home.โ€ A moment of silence passes by and he continues, โ€œPlease?โ€
How can you say no to this man? Especially when heโ€™s giving you such a pleading look with his cute doe eyes. You nod at him and let him pull you back into him. Despite his built body, he feels really soft โ€” just like his personality, and you relax into him as time goes by, enjoying the moment you have left with him before Jay comes back.
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Armin telling about his hidden book to Nathalia
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