#๐Ÿ‘ผ ๐Ÿ’Œ : anon
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hyunsvngs ยท 11 months ago
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i have to speak my truth. i truly think that both hyunjin AND SEUNGMIN have long cocks????? like seung is so long and skinny with heavy balls๐Ÿ˜ฉ hyune is also long and skinny but with a slight curve ?????
-๐Ÿ‘ผ
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i thunk this is VERY REAL... i think this is very very real. seungmin pretty cock agenda also.... ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh YEAH. yep. i love these hcs
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thatliminal-wanderer ยท 2 months ago
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Cupid ID Pack
Requested by Anon
Names
Amor, Amoret, Anahera, Anang, Anangee, Anangjeet, Anangpal, Ariadne, Astraea, Atanu, Atara, Belvedere, Cassiel, Celeste, Cordelia, Danae, Elspeth, Eros, Evangeline, Jashank, Juliet, Kalilah, Kamraj, Kandarpa, Kiupita, Laila, Lieke, Luba, Madan, Madanjeet, Madanjit, Madanpal, Madhana, Manasij, Manmatari, Manmath, Manmatha, Manooj, Mathan, Miarskia, Mirabel, Monosij, Mukesh, Nortia, Priya, Pushpaketu, Rateesh, Ratish, Ravinshu, Ravish, Renesh, Romeo, Sena, Ted, Ulanni, Valentine, Yaretzi
Pronouns
arrow/arrows, attach/attachment/attachments, blossom/blossoms, cherub/cherubs, divine/divines, eros/erosโ€™, flutter/flutters, fond/fonds, heart/hearts, heir/heirs, holy/holys, love/loves, luv/luvs, pink/pinks, rose/roses, shoot/shoots, smitten/smittens, soulmate/soulmates, swoon/swoons, white/whites, yearn/yearns, โ™ฅ๏ธ/โ™ฅ๏ธs, ๐Ÿน/๐Ÿนs, ๐Ÿ‘ผ/๐Ÿ‘ผs, ๐Ÿ’Œ/๐Ÿ’Œs, ๐Ÿ’/๐Ÿ’s, ๐Ÿ’˜/๐Ÿ’˜s, ๐Ÿชฝ/๐Ÿชฝs
Titles
An Angel Made of Love, An Angel With a Lovely Shot, Angel as Old as Love, The Lovely Angel, The Matchmaker From Above, The One Who Matchmakes, The Sweetheart Maker, The Winged Archer, [prn] Who Aims With Love, [prn] With A Bow and Arrow, [prn] With a Bow of Love
Genders
Angeliclovecoregender, Angelovecoric, Angelrosen, Belladulcic, Cupidate, Lovecoregender, Lovecoriboy/Angelcoriboy, Lovecorimasc/Lovecorifem, Lovecorimultigen, Loverboycupid, Pinkgelovic, Romanlovangelic/Platonilovangelic, Sofgelovic
Other mogai
Angel Omninoun, Angelcoreaestelic, Darling Omninoun, Inviloveletter, Inviworldtipam, Lovecoreaestelic, Loveperspesque, Loversaint, Lovevior, Pinkperspesque, Sanctudernic, Vesicelestial
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matthewsturnioloo ยท 2 months ago
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Taken anons โŸ ๐Ÿงธ๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿฉท๐Ÿซง๐Ÿฉฐ๐ŸŽ€๐Ÿ’Œ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ‘ธ๐Ÿฉถ๐Ÿ™ˆ๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿ’๐ŸŒท๐Ÿ‘พ๐Ÿค—๐ŸŒพ๐ŸŒŸ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿฆ‡๐Ÿญ๐Ÿฅ€๐Ÿ’™โ˜€๏ธ๐Ÿ† ๐Ÿ’’ ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿฆˆ๐Ÿ‡โ„๏ธ ๐ŸŽƒ๐Ÿ ๐Ÿชท๐Ÿฆข๐ŸŒ€๐ŸŒป ๐Ÿพ ๐Ÿ’ซ๐Ÿ€๐Ÿ‘… ๐Ÿ’˜ ๐Ÿ”ญ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ‘ป๐Ÿฉธ๐Ÿค๐Ÿฆฆ๐ŸŒŒ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ๐Ÿš๐Ÿชฑ๐Ÿฆ”๐Ÿ‘›๐Ÿ“ผ ๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ‘ผ๐Ÿซ ๐Ÿชฉ๐Ÿž๐Ÿงฟ๐ŸŒบ ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ˜ฝ
REMINDER! I am not claiming to be the real matt. I am obviously not the real Matt. matt wouldn't flirt with people on the internet!๐Ÿ˜ญ
This is just for fun and good vibes only so hate is not tolerated!
(โœฉ the text is purple itโ€™s from me personally)
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rafe-cameron-official ยท 8 months ago
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Rafe Cameron anon account
Rules: 18+ (im 18) , dont be gross, dont be annoying and dont piss me off
Nsfw and sfw are both okay (ask box is open)
If youre anon pick an emoji and clarify age/pronouns
Anons taken: ๐ŸŽ€ [19], ๐Ÿชท [she/her 19], ๐ŸŽ€๐Ÿƒ [19, she/her], ๐Ÿฉฐ [19, she/her], ๐Ÿฐ [20, she/her], ๐ŸŒผ[18, she/her], ๐ŸŒบ, ๐ŸŒ™ [18, she/her], ๐Ÿ’‹ [20, she/her, ๐Ÿงธ [18, she/her], ๐Ÿฆˆ [19, she/her], ๐Ÿ’ [19, she/her], ๐Ÿง˜โ€โ™€๏ธ [18, she/her], ๐Ÿ› [19, she/her], ๐Ÿง‹[19, she/her], ๐Ÿ˜ฝ [18, she/her], ๐Ÿ‡ [18, she/her], ๐Ÿ’Œ [19, she/her], ๐Ÿ‘ผ [29, she/her], ๐Ÿ† [18, she/her], ๐ŸŒŠ [18, she/her]
Have fun :)
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rafeisthefuckingname ยท 8 months ago
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20s
if you want to interact with my account, you need to at least be 18+ only please.
if you inbox me using anon, please tell me your age and pronouns.
just a reminder that if you claim an emoji and never talk to me again, you will be removed and that emoji will be available for someone else.
taken anons :
๐Ÿชผ (she/her, 23) ๐Ÿฆ‹ (she/her, 21) ๐ŸŽ€ (she/her , 19) ๐Ÿฉฐ (she/her , 20) ๐ŸŒป (she/her , 20) ๐Ÿชฉ (she/her , 19) ๐Ÿ‡ ( she/her , 19) ๐Ÿ’ (she/her , 27) ๐ŸŒท (she/her , 19) แฅซแญก (she/her, 21) ๐Ÿž (she/her , 19) ๐Ÿงธ ( she/her , 19) ๐ŸŒ™ (she/her , 19) ๐Ÿ„ (she/her , 22) ๐Ÿ• (she/her , 19) ๐Ÿ’Œ (she/her , 19) ๐Ÿชท (she/her , 18) ๐Ÿชป (she/her , 22) ๐Ÿ’ (she/her , 21) ๐Ÿš (she/her , 18) ๐Ÿ“ (she/her , 22) ๐Ÿซ (she/her , 19) ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ (she/her , 20) ๐Ÿ’’ (she/her , 20) ๐ŸŒน (she/her , 25) ๐Ÿฅ€ (she/her , 18) ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ (she/her , 18) ๐Ÿซง ( she/her , 19) ๐Ÿ’• (she/her , 20) ๐Ÿˆโ€โฌ› (she/her , 19) ๐Ÿ’ซ (she/her , 20) ๐Ÿ‘’ (she/her , 20) ๐ŸŒธ (she/her , 21) ๐Ÿช (she/her , 19) โ˜๏ธ (she/her , 19) ๐Ÿฆˆ (she/her , 19) ๐ŸŽ  (she/her , 18) ๐Ÿ› (she/her , 19) ๐Ÿฉท (she/her , 18) โœจ (she/her , 21) โ˜ƒ๏ธ (she/her , 23) โšœ๏ธ (she/her , 21) ๐Ÿ‰ (she/her , 18) ๐Ÿ’Ÿ (she/her , 19) ๐Ÿชด (she/her , 18)๐Ÿง‹ (she/her , 19) ๐Ÿฆข (she/her , 19) โญ๏ธ (she/her , 19) ๐Ÿงœ๐Ÿผโ€โ™€๏ธ (she/her , 20) ๐Ÿน (she/her , 19) ๐Ÿ“€ (she/her , 21) ๐ŸŒผ (she/her , 24) ๐Ÿ‘ผ (she/her , 19) ๐ŸŒŠ (she/her , 19) ๐Ÿ‘› (she/her , 19) ๐Ÿ› (she/her , 18) ๐Ÿฐ (she/her , 18) ๐Ÿ– (she/her , 18) โ˜”๏ธ (she/her , 21) โ›ˆ (she/her , 24) ๐Ÿป (she/her , 20) ๐Ÿ–‡๏ธ (she her , 20) ๐ŸŽค (she/her , 21)
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matttsturniolo ยท 2 months ago
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๐Ÿ’Œโ˜บ๏ธ๐Ÿฆˆ๐Ÿงธ๐Ÿฆฆ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿฆ„๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ•ท๏ธ๐Ÿช๐Ÿ†๐Ÿง๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿชฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐ŸŽƒ๐Ÿฅ€๐Ÿ†โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ๐ŸŽธ๐Ÿฉท๐ŸŽ€๐ŸŒธ๐Ÿ’โ˜€๏ธโ˜๏ธ๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿฆ‡๐Ÿฉฐ๐Ÿ‘ผ
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crazylittlejester ยท 3 months ago
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YOOO ITS MEWING ANON AND YOU POSTED MANDERIN WARS ANON FIC COOL DUDE THAT IS SO SIGMA (I canโ€™t fucking spell) when I saw that the fic took 5 months it reminded me of that super sigma fic rq I sent you (the one thatโ€™s gonna take like four whole Zelda game development cycles to make but YOU ARE AWSOME FOR SAYING YOU WILL. anyways I am glad that ask is between you me and GOD if literally anyone else had seen that Iโ€™d be like ๐Ÿ˜€๐Ÿ˜ƒ๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿฅน๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿฅฒโ˜บ๏ธ๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜‡๐Ÿ™‚๐Ÿ™ƒ๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ˜Œ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜—๐Ÿ˜™๐Ÿ˜š๐Ÿ˜‹๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿคช๐Ÿคจ๐Ÿง๐Ÿค“๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿฅธ๐Ÿคฉ๐Ÿฅณ๐Ÿ™‚โ€โ†•๏ธ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜’๐Ÿ™‚โ€โ†”๏ธ๐Ÿ˜ž๐Ÿ˜”๐Ÿ˜Ÿ๐Ÿ˜•๐Ÿ™โ˜น๏ธ๐Ÿ˜ฃ๐Ÿ˜–๐Ÿ˜ซ๐Ÿ˜ฉ๐Ÿฅบ๐Ÿ˜ข๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ค๐Ÿ˜ ๐Ÿ˜ก๐Ÿคฌ๐Ÿคฏ๐Ÿ˜ณ๐Ÿฅต๐Ÿฅถ๐Ÿ˜ถโ€๐ŸŒซ๏ธ๐Ÿ˜ฑ๐Ÿ˜จ๐Ÿ˜ฐ๐Ÿ˜ฅ๐Ÿ˜“๐Ÿค—๐Ÿค”๐Ÿซฃ๐Ÿคญ๐Ÿซข๐Ÿซก๐Ÿคซ๐Ÿซ ๐Ÿคฅ๐Ÿ˜ถ๐Ÿซฅ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿซค๐Ÿ˜‘๐Ÿซจ๐Ÿ˜ฌ๐Ÿ™„๐Ÿ˜ฏ๐Ÿ˜ฆ๐Ÿ˜ง๐Ÿ˜ฎ๐Ÿ˜ฒ๐Ÿฅฑ๐Ÿ˜ด๐Ÿคค๐Ÿ˜ช๐Ÿ˜ฎโ€๐Ÿ’จ๐Ÿ˜ต๐Ÿ˜ตโ€๐Ÿ’ซ๐Ÿค๐Ÿฅด๐Ÿคข๐Ÿคฎ๐Ÿคง๐Ÿ˜ท๐Ÿค’๐Ÿค•๐Ÿค‘๐Ÿค ๐Ÿ˜ˆ๐Ÿ‘ฟ๐Ÿ‘น๐Ÿ‘บ๐Ÿคก๐Ÿ’ฉ๐Ÿ‘ป๐Ÿ’€โ˜ ๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฝ๐Ÿ‘พ๐Ÿค–๐ŸŽƒ๐Ÿ˜บ๐Ÿ˜ธ๐Ÿ˜น๐Ÿ˜ป๐Ÿ˜ผ๐Ÿ˜ฝ๐Ÿ™€๐Ÿ˜ฟ๐Ÿ˜พ๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿคฒ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿค๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘Ž๐Ÿ‘ŠโœŠ๐Ÿป๐Ÿค›๐Ÿคœ๐Ÿซท๐Ÿป๐Ÿซธ๐ŸคžโœŒ๏ธ๐Ÿซฐ๐ŸคŸ๐Ÿค˜๐Ÿ‘Œ๐ŸคŒ๐Ÿค๐Ÿซณ๐Ÿซด๐Ÿ‘ˆ๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿ‘†๐Ÿ‘‡โ˜๏ธโœ‹๐Ÿคš๐Ÿ–๏ธ๐Ÿ––๐Ÿ‘‹๐Ÿค™๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿ’ช๐Ÿฆพ๐Ÿ–•โœ๏ธ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿซต๐Ÿฆถ๐Ÿฆต๐Ÿฆฟ๐Ÿ’„๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ‘„๐Ÿซฆ๐Ÿฆท๐Ÿ‘…๐Ÿ‘‚๐Ÿฆป๐Ÿ‘ƒ๐Ÿ‘ฃ๐Ÿ‘๏ธ๐Ÿ‘€๐Ÿซ€๐Ÿซ๐Ÿง ๐Ÿ—ฃ๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ค๐Ÿ‘ฅ๐Ÿซ‚๐Ÿ‘ถ๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿง’๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿง‘๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿปโ€๐Ÿฆฑ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฑ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฑ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆฐ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฐ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฐ๐Ÿ‘ฑโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฑ๐Ÿ‘ฑโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆณ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆณ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆณ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆฒ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฒ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฒ๐Ÿง”โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง”๐Ÿง”โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ต๐Ÿง“๐Ÿ‘ด๐Ÿ‘ฒ๐Ÿ‘ณโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ณ๐Ÿ‘ณโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿง•๐Ÿ‘ฎโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฎ๐Ÿ‘ฎโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ทโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ท๐Ÿ‘ทโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ’‚โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ’‚๐Ÿ’‚โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ•ต๏ธโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ•ต๏ธ๐Ÿ•ต๏ธโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โš•๏ธ๐Ÿง‘โ€โš•๏ธ๐Ÿ‘จโ€โš•๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐ŸŒพ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐ŸŒพ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐ŸŒพ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿณ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿณ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿณ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐ŸŽ“๐Ÿง‘โ€๐ŸŽ“๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐ŸŽ“๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿปโ€๐ŸŽค๐Ÿง‘โ€๐ŸŽค๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐ŸŽค๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿซ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿซ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿซ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿญ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿญ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿญ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ’ป๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿ’ป๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ’ป๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ’ผ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿ’ผ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ’ผ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ”ง๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿ”ง๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ”ง๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ”ฌ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿ”ฌ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ”ฌ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐ŸŽจ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿ”ง๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ”ง๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ”ฌ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿ”ฌ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ”ฌ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐ŸŽจ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐ŸŽจ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐ŸŽจ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿš’๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿš’๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿš’๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โœˆ๏ธ๐Ÿง‘โ€โœˆ๏ธ๐Ÿ‘จโ€โœˆ๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿš€๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿš’๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โœˆ๏ธ๐Ÿง‘โ€โœˆ๏ธ๐Ÿ‘จโ€โœˆ๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿš€๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿš€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โš–๏ธ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿš€๐Ÿง‘โ€โš–๏ธ๐Ÿ‘จโ€โš–๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฐโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฐ๐Ÿ‘ฐโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคตโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคต๐Ÿคตโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ธ๐Ÿซ…๐Ÿคด๐Ÿฅท๐Ÿฆธโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿฆธ๐Ÿฆธโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿฆนโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿฆน๐Ÿฆนโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคถ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐ŸŽ„๐ŸŽ…๐Ÿง™โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง™๐Ÿง™โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿงโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง๐Ÿงโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐ŸงŒ๐Ÿง›โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง›๐Ÿง›โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐ŸงŸโ€โ™€๏ธ๐ŸงŸ๐ŸงŸโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿงžโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿงž๐Ÿงžโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿงœโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿงœ๐Ÿงœโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿงšโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿงš๐Ÿงšโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ผ๐Ÿคฐ๐Ÿซ„๐Ÿซƒ๐Ÿคฑ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿผ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ™‡โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™‡๐Ÿ™‡โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ’โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿป๐Ÿ’โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™‡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๐Ÿงโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง๐Ÿงโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคฆโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿคฆโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคทโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿคทโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™Žโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™Ž๐Ÿ™Žโ€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๐Ÿง–โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง–๐Ÿง–โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ’…๐Ÿคณ๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿ•บ๐Ÿ‘ฏโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฏ๐Ÿ‘ฏโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ•ด๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆฝ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฝ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฝ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆฝโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฝโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฝโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆผ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆผ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆผ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆผโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆผโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆผโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿšถโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿšถ๐Ÿšถโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿšถโ€โ™€๏ธโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿšถโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿšถโ€โ™‚๏ธโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆฏ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฏ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฏ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆฏโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฏโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฏโ€โžก๏ธ๐ŸงŽโ€โ™€๏ธ๐ŸงŽ๐ŸงŽโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿƒโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿƒโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿƒโ€โ™€๏ธโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿƒโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿƒโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿƒโ€โ™‚๏ธโ€โžก๏ธ๐ŸงŽโ€โ™€๏ธโ€โžก๏ธ๐ŸงŽโ€โžก๏ธ๐ŸงŽโ€โ™‚๏ธโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿงโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง๐Ÿงโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ซ๐Ÿ‘ญ๐Ÿ‘ฌ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿ’‘๐Ÿ‘จโ€โค๏ธ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’‹โ€๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿชข๐Ÿงถ๐Ÿงต๐Ÿชก๐Ÿงฅ๐Ÿฅผ๐Ÿฆบ๐Ÿ‘š๐Ÿ‘•๐Ÿ‘–๐Ÿฉฒ๐Ÿฉณ๐Ÿ‘”๐Ÿ‘—๐Ÿ‘™๐Ÿฉฑ๐Ÿ‘˜๐Ÿฅป๐Ÿฉด๐Ÿฅฟ๐Ÿ‘ ๐Ÿ‘ก๐Ÿ‘ข๐Ÿ‘ž๐Ÿ‘Ÿ๐Ÿฅพ๐Ÿงฆ๐Ÿงค๐Ÿงฃ๐Ÿ‘Ÿ๐Ÿฅพ๐Ÿงฆ๐Ÿงค๐Ÿงฃ๐ŸŽฉ๐Ÿงข๐Ÿ‘’๐ŸŽ“โ›‘๏ธ๐Ÿช–๐Ÿ‘‘๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘›๐Ÿ‘œ๐Ÿ’ผ๐ŸŽ’๐Ÿงณ๐Ÿ‘“๐Ÿ•ถ๏ธ๐Ÿฅฝ๐ŸŒ‚๐Ÿถ๐Ÿฑ๐Ÿญ๐Ÿน๐Ÿฐ๐ŸฆŠ๐Ÿป๐Ÿผ๐Ÿปโ€โ„๏ธ๐Ÿจ๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿท๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿธ๐Ÿต๐Ÿ™ˆ๐Ÿ™‰๐Ÿ™Š๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ”๐Ÿง๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿค๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿชฟ๐Ÿฆ†๐Ÿฆโ€โฌ›๐Ÿฆ…๐Ÿฆ‰๐Ÿฆ‡๐Ÿบ๐Ÿ—๐Ÿด๐Ÿฆ„๐ŸซŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿชฑ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿฆ‹๐ŸŒ๐Ÿž๐Ÿœ๐Ÿชฐ๐Ÿชฒ๐Ÿชณ๐ŸฆŸ๐Ÿฆ—๐Ÿ•ท๏ธ๐Ÿ•ธ๏ธ๐Ÿฆ‚๐Ÿข๐Ÿ๐ŸฆŽ๐Ÿฆ–๐Ÿฆ•๐Ÿ™๐Ÿฆ‘๐Ÿชผ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆž๐Ÿฆ€๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐Ÿ ๐ŸŸ๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿณ๐Ÿ‹๐Ÿฆˆ๐Ÿฆญ๐ŸŠ๐Ÿ…๐Ÿ†๐Ÿฆ“๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆง๐Ÿฆฃ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿฆ›๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿช๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฆ’๐Ÿฆ˜๐Ÿฆฌ๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿ„๐Ÿซ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ–๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿฆ™๐Ÿ๐ŸฆŒ๐Ÿ•๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿฆฎ๐Ÿ•โ€๐Ÿฆบ๐Ÿˆ๐Ÿˆโ€โฌ›๐Ÿชถ๐Ÿชฝ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿฆƒ๐Ÿฆค๐Ÿฆš๐Ÿฆœ๐Ÿฆข๐Ÿฆฉ๐Ÿ•Š๏ธ๐Ÿ‡๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆจ๐Ÿฆซ๐Ÿฆก๐Ÿฆฆ๐Ÿฆซ๐Ÿฆฅ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ€๐Ÿฟ๏ธ๐Ÿฆ”๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ‰๐Ÿฒ๐Ÿฆโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ๐ŸŒต๐ŸŽ„๐ŸŒฒ๐ŸŒณ๐ŸŒด๐Ÿชต๐ŸŒฑ๐ŸŒฟโ˜˜๏ธ๐Ÿ€๐ŸŽ๐Ÿชด๐ŸŽ‹๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿ๐Ÿชบ๐Ÿชน๐Ÿ„๐Ÿ„โ€๐ŸŸซ๐Ÿš๐Ÿชธ๐Ÿชจ๐ŸŒพ๐Ÿ’๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒน๐Ÿฅ€๐Ÿชป๐Ÿชท๐ŸŒบ๐ŸŒธ๐ŸŒผ๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒž๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒ›๐ŸŒœ๐ŸŒš๐ŸŒ•๐ŸŒ–๐ŸŒ—๐ŸŒ˜๐ŸŒ‘๐ŸŒ“๐ŸŒ’๐ŸŒ”๐ŸŒ™๐ŸŒŽ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒ๐Ÿช๐Ÿ’ซโญ๏ธ๐ŸŒŸโœจโšก๏ธโ˜„๏ธ๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐ŸŒช๏ธ๐ŸŒˆโ˜€๏ธ๐ŸŒค๏ธโ›…๏ธ๐ŸŒฅ๏ธโ˜๏ธ๐ŸŒฆ๏ธ๐ŸŒง๏ธโ›ˆ๏ธ๐ŸŒฉ๏ธ๐ŸŒจ๏ธโ„๏ธโ˜ƒ๏ธโ›„๏ธ๐ŸŒฌ๏ธ๐Ÿ’จ๐Ÿ’ง๐Ÿ’ฆ๐Ÿซงโ˜”๏ธโ˜‚๏ธ๐ŸŒŠ๐ŸŒซ๏ธ๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐ŸŠ๐Ÿ‹๐Ÿ‹โ€๐ŸŸฉ๐ŸŒ๐Ÿ‰๐Ÿ‡๐Ÿ“๐Ÿซ๐Ÿˆ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿฅญ๐Ÿ๐Ÿฅฅ๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿ…๐Ÿ†๐Ÿฅ‘๐Ÿซ›๐Ÿฅฆ๐Ÿฅฌ๐Ÿฅ’๐ŸŒถ๏ธ๐Ÿซ‘๐ŸŒฝ๐Ÿฅ•๐Ÿซ’๐Ÿง„๐Ÿง…๐Ÿฅ”๐Ÿ ๐Ÿซš๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฅฏ๐Ÿž๐Ÿฅ–๐Ÿฅจ๐Ÿง€๐Ÿฅš๐Ÿณ๐Ÿงˆ๐Ÿฅž๐Ÿง‡๐Ÿฅ“๐Ÿฅฉ๐Ÿ—๐Ÿ–๐Ÿฆด๐ŸŒญ๐Ÿ”๐ŸŸ๐Ÿ•๐Ÿซ“๐Ÿฅช๐Ÿฅ™๐Ÿง†๐ŸŒฎ๐ŸŒฏ๐Ÿซ”๐Ÿฅ—๐Ÿฅ˜๐Ÿซ•๐Ÿฅซ๐Ÿซ™๐Ÿ๐Ÿœ๐Ÿฒ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿฑ๐ŸฅŸ๐Ÿฆช๐Ÿค๐Ÿ™๐Ÿš๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฅ ๐Ÿฅฎ๐Ÿข๐Ÿก๐Ÿง๐Ÿจ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฅง๐Ÿง๐Ÿฐ๐ŸŽ‚๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿญ๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿช๐ŸŒฐ๐Ÿฅœ๐Ÿซ˜๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿฅ›๐Ÿซ—๐Ÿผ๐Ÿซ–โ˜•๏ธ๐Ÿต๐Ÿงƒ๐Ÿฅค๐Ÿง‹๐Ÿถ๐Ÿบ๐Ÿป๐Ÿฅ‚๐Ÿท๐Ÿฅƒ๐Ÿธ๐Ÿน๐Ÿง‰๐Ÿพ๐ŸงŠ๐Ÿฅ„๐Ÿด๐Ÿฝ๏ธ๐Ÿฅฃ๐Ÿฅก๐Ÿฅข๐Ÿง‚โšฝ๏ธ๐Ÿ€๐Ÿˆโšพ๏ธ๐ŸฅŽ๐ŸŽพ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‰๐Ÿฅ๐ŸŽฑ๐Ÿช€๐Ÿ“๐Ÿธ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿชƒ๐Ÿ๐Ÿฅ…โ›ณ๏ธ๐Ÿช๐Ÿ›๐Ÿน๐ŸŽฃ๐Ÿคฟ๐ŸฅŠ๐Ÿฅ‹๐ŸŽฝ๐Ÿ›น๐Ÿ›ผ๐Ÿ›ทโ›ธ๏ธ๐ŸฅŒ๐ŸŽฟโ›ท๏ธ๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿช‚๐Ÿ‹๏ธโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‹๏ธ๐Ÿ‹๏ธโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคผโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคผ๐Ÿคผโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคธโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคธ๐Ÿคธโ€โ™‚๏ธโ›น๏ธโ€โ™€๏ธโ›น๏ธโ›น๏ธโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคบ๐Ÿคพโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคพ๐Ÿคพโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐ŸŒ๏ธโ€โ™€๏ธ๐ŸŒ๏ธ๐ŸŒ๏ธโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‡๐Ÿง˜โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง˜๐Ÿง˜โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ„โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ„๐Ÿ„โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐ŸŠโ€โ™€๏ธ๐ŸŠ๐ŸŠโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคฝโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคฝ๐Ÿคฝโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿšฃโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿšฃ๐Ÿšฃโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿง—โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง—๐Ÿง—โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿšตโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿšต๐Ÿšตโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿšดโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿšด๐Ÿšดโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ†๐Ÿฅ‡๐Ÿฅˆ๐Ÿฅ‰๐Ÿ…๐ŸŽ–๏ธ๐Ÿต๏ธ๐ŸŽ—๏ธ๐ŸŽซ๐ŸŽŸ๏ธ๐ŸŽช๐Ÿคนโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคน๐Ÿคนโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐ŸŽญ๐Ÿฉฐ๐ŸŽจ๐ŸŽฌ๐ŸŽค๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿช‡๐ŸŽน๐ŸŽผ๐ŸŽง๐Ÿช˜๐ŸŽท๐ŸŽบ๐Ÿช—๐ŸŽธโ™Ÿ๏ธ๐ŸŽฒ๐Ÿชˆ๐ŸŽป๐Ÿช•๐Ÿงฉ๐ŸŽฐ๐ŸŽฎ๐ŸŽณ๐ŸŽฏ๐Ÿš—๐Ÿš•๐Ÿš™๐ŸšŒ๐ŸšŽ๐ŸŽ๏ธ๐Ÿš“๐Ÿš‘๐Ÿš’๐Ÿš๐Ÿ›ป๐Ÿšš๐Ÿš›๐Ÿšœ๐Ÿฆฏ๐Ÿšฒ๐Ÿ›ด๐Ÿฉผ๐Ÿฆผ๐Ÿฆฝ๐Ÿ›ต๐Ÿ๏ธ๐Ÿ›บ๐Ÿ›ž๐Ÿšจ๐Ÿš”๐Ÿš๐Ÿš˜๐Ÿš–๐Ÿšก๐Ÿš ๐ŸšŸ๐Ÿšƒ๐Ÿš‹๐Ÿšž๐Ÿš๐Ÿš„๐Ÿš…๐Ÿšˆ๐Ÿš‚๐Ÿš†๐Ÿš‡๐ŸšŠ๐Ÿš‰โœˆ๏ธ๐Ÿ›ซ๐Ÿ›ฌ๐Ÿ›ฉ๏ธ๐Ÿ’บ๐Ÿ›ฐ๏ธ๐Ÿš€๐Ÿ›ธ๐Ÿš๐Ÿ›ถโ›ต๏ธ๐Ÿšค๐Ÿ›ฅ๏ธ๐Ÿ›ณ๏ธโ›ด๏ธ๐Ÿšข๐Ÿ›Ÿโš“๏ธ๐Ÿชโ›ฝ๏ธ๐Ÿšง๐Ÿšฆ๐Ÿšฅ๐Ÿš๐Ÿ—บ๏ธ๐Ÿ—ฟ๐Ÿ—ฟ๐Ÿ—ฟ๐Ÿ—ฟ๐Ÿ—ฝ๐Ÿ—ผ๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿฏ๐ŸŸ๏ธ๐ŸŽก๐ŸŽข๐ŸŽ โ›ฒ๏ธโ›ฑ๏ธ๐Ÿ–๏ธ๐Ÿ๏ธ๐Ÿœ๏ธ๐ŸŒ‹โ›ฐ๏ธ๐Ÿ”๏ธ๐Ÿ—ป๐Ÿ•๏ธโ›บ๏ธ๐Ÿ›–๐Ÿ ๐Ÿก๐Ÿ˜๏ธ๐Ÿš๏ธ๐Ÿ—๏ธ๐Ÿญ๐Ÿข๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿค๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿจ๐Ÿช๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿ’’๐Ÿ›๏ธโ›ช๏ธ๐Ÿ•Œ๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ›•๐Ÿ•‹โ›ฉ๏ธ๐Ÿ›ค๏ธ๐Ÿ›ฃ๏ธ๐Ÿ—พ๐ŸŽ‘๐Ÿž๏ธ๐ŸŒ…๐ŸŒ„๐ŸŒ ๐ŸŽ‡๐ŸŽ†๐ŸŒ‡๐ŸŒ†๐Ÿ™๏ธ๐ŸŒƒ๐ŸŒŒ๐ŸŒ‰๐ŸŒโŒš๏ธ๐Ÿ“ฑ๐Ÿ“ฒ๐Ÿ’ปโŒจ๏ธ๐Ÿ–ฅ๏ธ๐Ÿ–จ๏ธ๐Ÿ–ฑ๏ธ๐Ÿ–ฒ๏ธ๐Ÿ•น๏ธ๐Ÿ—œ๏ธ๐Ÿ’ฝ๐Ÿ’พ๐Ÿ’ฟ๐Ÿ“€๐Ÿ“ผ๐Ÿ“ท๐Ÿ“ธ๐Ÿ“น๐ŸŽฅ๐Ÿ“ฝ๏ธ๐ŸŽž๏ธ๐Ÿ“žโ˜Ž๏ธ๐Ÿ“Ÿ๐Ÿ“ ๐Ÿ“บ๐Ÿ“ป๐ŸŽ™๏ธ๐ŸŽš๏ธ๐ŸŽ›๏ธ๐Ÿงญโฑ๏ธโฒ๏ธโฐ๐Ÿ•ฐ๏ธ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ธโณ๐Ÿ“ก๐Ÿ”‹๐Ÿชซ๐Ÿ”Œ๐Ÿ’ก๐Ÿ”ฆ๐Ÿ•ฏ๏ธ๐Ÿช”๐Ÿงฏ๐Ÿ›ข๏ธ๐Ÿ’ธ๐Ÿ’ต๐Ÿ’ด๐Ÿ’ถ๐Ÿ’ท๐Ÿช™๐Ÿ’ฐ๐Ÿ’ณ๐Ÿชช๐Ÿ’Žโš–๏ธ๐Ÿชœ๐Ÿงฐ๐Ÿช›๐Ÿ”ง๐Ÿ”จโš’๏ธ๐Ÿ› ๏ธโ›๏ธ๐Ÿชš๐Ÿ”ฉโš™๏ธ๐Ÿชค๐Ÿงฑโ›“๏ธโ›“๏ธโ€๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿงฒ๐Ÿ”ซ๐Ÿ’ฃ๐Ÿงจ๐Ÿช“๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿ—ก๏ธโš”๏ธ๐Ÿ›ก๏ธ๐Ÿšฌโšฐ๏ธ๐Ÿชฆโšฑ๏ธ๐Ÿบ๐Ÿ”ฎ๐Ÿ“ฟ๐Ÿงฟ๐Ÿชฌ๐Ÿ’ˆโš—๏ธ๐Ÿ”ญ๐Ÿ’Š๐Ÿ’‰๐Ÿฉธ๐Ÿงฌ๐Ÿฆ ๐Ÿงซ๐Ÿงช๐ŸŒก๏ธ๐Ÿงน๐Ÿช ๐Ÿงบ๐Ÿงป๐Ÿšฝ๐Ÿšฐ๐Ÿšฟ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿ›€๐Ÿงผ๐Ÿชฅ๐Ÿช’๐Ÿชฎ๐Ÿงฝ๐Ÿชฃ๐Ÿงด๐Ÿ›Ž๏ธ๐Ÿ”‘๐Ÿ—๏ธ๐Ÿšช๐Ÿช‘๐Ÿ›‹๏ธ๐Ÿ–ผ๏ธ๐Ÿช†๐Ÿงธ๐Ÿ›Œ๐Ÿ›๏ธ๐Ÿชž๐ŸชŸ๐Ÿ›๏ธ๐Ÿ›’๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽˆ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ€๐Ÿช„๐Ÿช…๐ŸŽŠ๐ŸŽ‰๐ŸŽŽ๐Ÿชญ๐Ÿฎ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿชฉโœ‰๏ธโœ‰๏ธ๐Ÿงง๐Ÿ“ฉ๐Ÿ“จ๐Ÿ“ง๐Ÿ’Œ๐Ÿ“ฅ๐Ÿ“ค๐Ÿ“ฆ๐Ÿท๏ธ๐Ÿชง๐Ÿ“ช๐Ÿ“ซ๐Ÿ“ฌ๐Ÿ“ญ๐Ÿ“ฎ๐Ÿ“ฏ๐Ÿ“œ๐Ÿ“ƒ๐Ÿ“„๐Ÿ“‘๐Ÿงพ๐Ÿ“Š๐Ÿ“ˆ๐Ÿ“‰๐Ÿ—’๏ธ๐Ÿ—“๏ธ๐Ÿ“†๐Ÿ“…๐Ÿ—‘๏ธ๐Ÿ“‡๐Ÿ—ƒ๏ธ๐Ÿ—ณ๏ธ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ๐Ÿ“‹๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“‚๐Ÿ—‚๏ธ๐Ÿ—ž๏ธ๐Ÿ“ฐ๐Ÿ““๐Ÿ“”๐Ÿ“”๐Ÿ“’๐Ÿ“•๐Ÿ“—๐Ÿ“˜๐Ÿ“™๐Ÿ“š๐Ÿ“–๐Ÿ”–๐Ÿงท๐Ÿ”—๐Ÿ“Ž๐Ÿ–‡๏ธ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿงฎ๐Ÿ“Œ๐Ÿ“โœ‚๏ธ๐Ÿ–Š๏ธ๐Ÿ–‹๏ธโœ’๏ธ๐Ÿ–Œ๏ธ๐Ÿ–๏ธ๐Ÿ“โœ๏ธ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”“๐Ÿ”’๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”Ž๐Ÿฉทโค๏ธ๐Ÿงก๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿฉต๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿฉถ๐Ÿค๐ŸคŽ๐Ÿ’”โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ”ฅโค๏ธโ€๐Ÿฉน๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ’“๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ’•โฃ๏ธ๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’˜๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’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๐Ÿ‰‘โ˜ข๏ธโ˜ฃ๏ธ๐Ÿ“ด๐Ÿ“ณ๐Ÿˆถ๐Ÿˆš๏ธ๐Ÿˆธ๐Ÿˆบ๐Ÿˆท๏ธโœด๏ธ๐Ÿ†š๐Ÿ’ฎ๐Ÿ‰ใŠ™๏ธใŠ—๏ธ๐Ÿˆด๐Ÿˆต๐Ÿˆน๐Ÿˆฒ๐Ÿ…ฐ๏ธ๐Ÿ…ฑ๏ธ๐Ÿ†Ž๐Ÿ†‘๐Ÿ…พ๏ธ๐Ÿ†˜โŒโญ•๏ธ๐Ÿ›‘โ›”๏ธ๐Ÿ“›๐Ÿšซ๐Ÿ’ฏ๐Ÿ’ขโ™จ๏ธ๐Ÿšท๐Ÿšฏ๐Ÿšณ๐Ÿšฑ๐Ÿ”ž๐Ÿ“ต๐Ÿšญโ—๏ธโ•โ“โ”โ€ผ๏ธโ‰๏ธ๐Ÿ”…๐Ÿ”†ใ€ฝ๏ธโš ๏ธ๐Ÿšธ๐Ÿ”ฑโšœ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฐโ™ป๏ธโœ…๐Ÿˆฏ๏ธ๐Ÿ’นโ‡๏ธโœณ๏ธโŽ๐Ÿ’ ๐ŸŒโ“‚๏ธ๐ŸŒ€๐Ÿ’ค๐Ÿง๐Ÿšพโ™ฟ๏ธ๐Ÿ…ฟ๏ธ๐Ÿ›—๐Ÿˆณ๐Ÿˆ‚๏ธ๐Ÿ›‚๐Ÿ›ƒ๐Ÿ›„๐Ÿ›…๐Ÿ›œ๐Ÿšน๐Ÿšบ๐Ÿšผ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿง’๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿง’โ€๐Ÿง’๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿง’๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿง’โ€๐Ÿง’โšง๏ธ๐Ÿšป๐Ÿšฎ๐ŸŽฆ๐Ÿ“ถ๐Ÿˆ๐Ÿ”ฃโ„น๏ธ๐Ÿ”ค๐Ÿ”ก๐Ÿ” ๐Ÿ†–๐Ÿ†—๐Ÿ†™๐Ÿ†’๐Ÿ†•๐Ÿ†“0๏ธโƒฃ1๏ธโƒฃ2๏ธโƒฃ3๏ธโƒฃ4๏ธโƒฃ5๏ธโƒฃ6๏ธโƒฃ7๏ธโƒฃ8๏ธโƒฃ9๏ธโƒฃ๐Ÿ”Ÿ๐Ÿ”ข#๏ธโƒฃ*๏ธโƒฃโ๏ธโ–ถ๏ธโธ๏ธโฏ๏ธโน๏ธโบ๏ธโญ๏ธโฎ๏ธโฉ๏ธโช๏ธโซ๏ธโฌ๏ธโ—€๏ธ๐Ÿ”ผโ—€๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฝโžก๏ธโฌ…๏ธโฌ†๏ธโฌ‡๏ธโ†—๏ธโ†˜๏ธโ†ฉ๏ธโ†™๏ธโ†–๏ธโ†•๏ธโ†”๏ธโ†ช๏ธโ†ฉ๏ธโคด๏ธโคต๏ธ๐Ÿ”€๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”‚๐Ÿ”„๐Ÿ”ƒ๐ŸŽต๐ŸŽถโž•โž–โž—โœ–๏ธ๐ŸŸฐ๐Ÿ’ฒโ™พ๏ธ๐Ÿ’ฒ๐Ÿ’ฑโ„ข๏ธยฉ๏ธ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ‘๏ธโ€๐Ÿ—จ๏ธยฎ๏ธ๐Ÿ”š๐Ÿ”™๐Ÿ”›๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”œใ€ฐ๏ธโžฐโžฟโœ”๏ธโ˜‘๏ธ๐Ÿ”˜๐Ÿ”ด๐ŸŸ ๐ŸŸก๐ŸŸข๐Ÿ”ต๐ŸŸฃโšซ๏ธโšช๏ธ๐ŸŸค๐Ÿ”บ๐Ÿ”ป๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”น๐Ÿ”ถ๐Ÿ”ท๐Ÿ”ณ๐Ÿ”ฒโ–ช๏ธโ–ซ๏ธโ—พ๏ธโ—ฝ๏ธโ—ผ๏ธโ—ป๏ธ๐ŸŸฅ๐ŸŸง๐ŸŸจ๐ŸŸฉ๐ŸŸฆ๐ŸŸชโฌ›๏ธโฌœ๏ธ๐ŸŸซ๐Ÿ”ˆ๐Ÿ”‡๐Ÿ”‰๐Ÿ”Š๐Ÿ””๐Ÿ”•๐Ÿ“ฃ๐Ÿ“ข๐Ÿ’ฌ๐Ÿ’ญ๐Ÿ—ฏ๏ธโ™ ๏ธโ™ฃ๏ธโ™ฅ๏ธโ™ฆ๏ธ๐Ÿƒ๐ŸŽด๐Ÿ€„๏ธ๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ•‘๐Ÿ•’๐Ÿ•“๐Ÿ•”๐Ÿ••๐Ÿ•–๐Ÿ•—๐Ÿ•˜๐Ÿ•™๐Ÿ•š๐Ÿ•š๐Ÿ•›๐Ÿ•œ๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ•ž๐Ÿ•Ÿ๐Ÿ• ๐Ÿ•ก๐Ÿ•ข๐Ÿ•ฃ๐Ÿ•ค๐Ÿ•ฅ๐Ÿ•ฆ๐Ÿ•ง๐Ÿณ๏ธ๐Ÿด๐Ÿดโ€โ˜ ๏ธ๐Ÿ๐Ÿšฉ๐Ÿณ๏ธโ€๐ŸŒˆ๐Ÿณ๏ธโ€โšง๏ธ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฝ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ถ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ถ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฝ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ถ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡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grr yknow?
stay sigma!
DID YOU JUST SEND ME EVERY SINGLE EMOJI IN ORDER IM FUCKING CRYING OH MY GOD
i DID post mandarin wars anons fic!! wellโ€ฆ the first chapter at least ๐Ÿ˜ญ I REALLY HOPE THEYโ€™RE ABLE TO SEE IT
and iโ€™ll get to yours at some point donโ€™t worry man, it just may not be a while i have school starting up soon (boooo)
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rafeeenonniee ยท 8 months ago
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starjxsung ยท 4 months ago
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last update for a bit since I fly to Europe in three hours โ€ฆ
South Africa guy and I called last night and he apologized - was super mature abt it tbh but like if he wasnโ€™t I wouldโ€™ve blocked his ass smh anyways I realized I was way more hurt about it than I thought which I told him and he completely understands anyways since heโ€™s on a trip we didnโ€™t chat too much but he said he wanted to try and call later when Iโ€™m at the airport so yeah idk itโ€™s gonna take some time for me to not be hurting from this but at least we actually talked about it in a healthy manner.
ILY Star pls take care ๐Ÿ’–
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:( Iโ€™m glad at least he called and said something to address it. That does take a level of maturity itโ€™s hard to find in some people. But that doesnโ€™t negate the fact that itโ€™s immature he ignored you like that in the first place. I just hope he doesnโ€™t do it again, at least not without some warning or a conversation about it before disappearing like that. Iโ€™m still rooting for you guys and I really hope you can heal from this but of course make sure youโ€™re staying in tune with your emotions and allowing yourself to be understandably upset with his actions when he fucks up. He really doesnโ€™t understand how lucky he is to have you like GET IN LINE IF YOUโ€™RE NOT GONNA TREAT HER RIGHT ๐Ÿคจ๐Ÿคจ๐Ÿคจ๐Ÿคจ
Anyways I love u so so much angel have a safe flight and have the absolute best time in Europe !!!!!! Canโ€™t wait to hear all about it and check in with you when youโ€™re back ๐Ÿฅน all my love ๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ‘ผ๐Ÿซ‚๐Ÿ’Œ
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mattscoquette ยท 8 months ago
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๐‘ป๐‘จ๐‘ฎ ๐‘ต๐‘จ๐‘ฝ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฎ๐‘จ๐‘ป๐‘ฐ๐‘ถ๐‘ต & ๐‘จ๐‘ต๐‘ถ๐‘ต๐‘บ เฟเฑจเงŽ
#โ€Ž writing ๐“‚ƒ ๐œ—๐œš - my tag for all my fics / writing
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๐‘ป๐‘จ๐‘ฒ๐‘ฌ๐‘ต ๐‘จ๐‘ต๐‘ถ๐‘ต ๐‘ฌ๐‘ด๐‘ถ๐‘ฑ๐‘ฐ๐‘บ:
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๐ŸŽ€ anon เฃช ห– ๐Ÿงธ anon เฃช ห– ๐Ÿ’ช anon เฃช ห– ๐Ÿ™ˆ anon เฃช ห– ๐Ÿฉฐ anon เฃช ห– ๐Ÿซง anon เฃช ห–
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hyunsvngs ยท 1 year ago
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Juno Juno Juno, I want to squish his face in my hands and give him the biggest, sloppiest, messiest kiss(es) ever ๐Ÿ˜ฉ
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and u can so say seungmin big balls agenda. BECAUSE i'm imagining rockstar seungmin playing his sexy little guitar on stage and you are his groupie gf ready to meet him backstage...
and you're dressed up to the nines, because of course you are! you feel like you're representing seungmin as his girl, and when you see him walk out on stage with his cherry red guitar and that loose striped tie around his neck... well, you feel more than proud to be his girl. you can't wait to get him backstage.
when you do, seungmin's gasping as you pull him in by his tie and immediately give him the wettest kiss you've ever given. he's shocked for a moment, but reciprocates quite easily - making jisung fake gag and leave the room. it's not long before seungmin's got you on your knees, pulling out that heavy veiny cock and pressing the cockhead past your lips.
"dirty bitch," he says, but he's smiling. he fucking loves you like this, dressed up with your mascara staining your cheeks at how desperate you are for him. "suck my cock, and don't forget my balls either."
and god, maybe it gets you off just a little more to know that the rest of the band or even their staff could walk in on you like this. you suck his cock fervently anyway, and you do lave your tongue over his heavy balls, sucking them into your mouth. if you're good and you make him cum down your throat, he might fuck you in the car on the way home and really fulfil your little exhibitionist tendencies.
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httpsviddemo ยท 1 year ago
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So Iโ€™ve decided to make it easy to identify those who are Anonymous buy making this
I saw a lot of blogs matching Anons to certain ๏ฟผemojis and I wanted to do the same thing each time a Anon claims a Emoji will say claimed
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captainaikus ยท 3 years ago
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Back with a brainrot so it doesn't seem like im dead lmao
So the thing with virgin Gojo is when it comes down to finally doing it with his s/o, he ain't gonna be all shy and give up control completely, i strongly believe that Gojo is confident no matter what. So naturaly he is playing it cool but he is exposing his vulnerable side, he's just so touch starved and wants u to shower him with kisses and love and touch him all the time. But when you wrap ur hands around his dick he's already so far gone, moaning, whimpering and telling u how good it feels, how much he waited for this, how much he wanted u and how much he loves u.
(sowwyyy but virgin Gojo be livin' in my head rent free no shame)
- โ„๏ธ
โ™ฑ ๐”„ ๐”ฐ๐”ฆ๐”ก๐”ข ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ ๐”ซ๐”ข๐”ณ๐”ข๐”ฏ ๐”จ๐”ซ๐”ข๐”ด
โ™ฑ Pairings : Gojo Satoru x fem!reader
โ™ฑ Ratings : Mature
โ™ฑ MDNI, minors stay the fuck out.
โ™ฑ Synopsis : You come to know a side of Satoru you never knew, over an unordered parfait and a woman from the past.
โ™ฑ Warnings : Reader is straightforward and blunt, Handjob, a very shy and naked Satoru (istg it's adorable), heavy petting?, submissive Satoru, dom! reader, mentions of masturbating, masturbation and cum eating.
โ™ฑ Note : I've had this in my box for a bit, and I took my time with it cause I didn't wanna half ass this. And I really liked how it came out... And yes, I used japanese. Translations are given at the end of the fic. Happy reading!! เฌ˜(เฉญหƒแด—ห‚)เฉญ
(I know I'll come back to edit this)
Status : Requests : closed (I have many things planned), askbox : open for thirst posts and brainrots.
Feel free to rant or ask about my fics <3
(โ„๏ธ anon!! Virgin gojo is the most adorable thing I can write. But I've been thinking about Kitsune! Gojo, for a halloween prompt - been watching tale of the nine tailed. Let me know if you'd like a part 2 to this)
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Standing in front of the mirror, Gojo looked at himself one last time. Turning around, he made sure to look appealing before picking you up for a date. From previous encounters with topics on dating on social media posts, he remembered reading about what women find appealing in a man. Taking his nimble fingers towards his chest, he unbuttoned a few shirt studs at the top, exposing a bit of his pale smooth skin. Rolling his sleeves on either sides of his arms, he rotated his fists back and forth to make sure the veins that ran through the expanse of his skin was visible. Lifting his arm towards his forehead and flipping his hair back, he smirked at the mirror. After having had enough of watching and turning around to see his reflection and making sure everything in the right place, he grabbed his keys from the bowl and headed out into the quiet yet busy streets of Tokyo.
Staring at your watch, you realized Satoru was over 15 minutes late. You turned your head left and right to make look at his familiar face in the crowd, but the only ones you saw were those of strangers, conforming to the ever moving crowd. โ€˜Maybe he wonโ€™t show upโ€™ you thought, dropping your watch bound wrist to the side. Turning away to leave, you heard a familiar voice โ€œ(Y/N) Chan!!!โ€
Turning yourself around, you could see Satoru approaching towards you from the corner of your eye. Waving as he came near, he came to stop mere centimeters before your face. Gazing at his attire, you found him to be overdressed but you paid no heed to it. โ€œYouโ€™re late Gojoโ€ you said simply in a monotone voice.
โ€œWhewโ€ฆBut I made before you left right?โ€ Satoru answered in a chirpy voice. You felt the ghost of a smile on your face on hearing those words. In the time that you have worked with Satoru, you realized although he had a childish exterior, he was very assuring as a colleague as well as a teacher. Although he seemed to not have a care int he world, he was worried about the safety of others even if he seldom showed it.
โ€œOiโ€ฆ (Y/N) Chan?โ€ Satoru said, waving his hand in front of your face, breaking you away from your train of thoughts. โ€œHm?โ€ You hummed staring at his shade covered eyes. โ€œGenki ka?โ€ Satoru asked, taking a step back to give you your space. Looking at his figure, you noticed the wild tufts of his hair. If you were to run your hands through his hair, would it be as soft as it looked? Looking at the corner of his covered eyes, you wondered how they would look while the sunโ€™s rays fell on them or how the color of them would be dark with your shadow if you leaned into him. Trailing down to his lips, you mused about the feeling of them on yours. Would be they soft from the gentleness he showedโ€ฆor would they be rough from the passion and aggression he held? You felt your expression deflate at the thought of this being a mere piece of fascination. The closest you had ever gotten to Satoru was during times in the Academy when you would pass anything from a cup to an extra sweet you had, but never were you able to get close to the feeling of his fingers touching or grazing past yours.
โ€œ(Y/N)โ€ he said once more. Raising your eyebrows while staring at his lips, you tore your gaze from them to meet oneโ€™s that were hidden beneath his glasses. Nudging his glasses down the bridge of his nose he asked, โ€œIs everything alright?โ€. Blinking a couple of times, you processed the question before answering,โ€œIโ€™m doing alrightโ€.
โ€œReally? Seems like someone was distractedโ€ฆ maybe you shouldnโ€™t make your line of vision to my lips so obviousโ€ Satoru said with a smirk, leaning his face into you. Clearing your throat, you decided to change the topic of conversation. โ€œSoโ€ฆ why exactly did you call me out here? Itโ€™s the weekend and I could have been at my place or gone out somewhere. Yet I am stuck here with you, adding the fact youโ€™re fifteen minutes lateโ€ you said to the white haired male.
โ€œYou make it sound more like an obligation than a fun activity (Y/N) chanโ€ Satoru said with a pout, tutoring his head to the side.
โ€œConsidering the fact that youโ€™re more of a colleague than a friend and the time you told the kids they were going to Roppongi, but instead took them to a haunted building for performing an exorcism says otherwise. Also the fact that you donโ€™t do these activities with your colleagues that often and choose to go out on dates with women outside of work is fishy. So why specifically choose me who is your colleague but not someone who is a friend? To add on Iโ€™m definitely not a romantic interest eitherโ€ you explained in a โ€˜as-of-factโ€™ manner with a wave of your hand towards him. Meeting Satoruโ€™s gaze you could tell he wasnโ€™t happy about the way you spoke. His lips were pursed into a thin line towards the very last sentence of your rambling. Rubbing your thumb and index together, thinking of a way to remove the air of awkwardness from the conversation, you asked โ€œSoโ€ฆ where are we going?โ€.
Satoru said nothing as he walked to your side. Grabbing the sleeve of your coat, he said โ€œThereโ€™s a place I knowโ€. Tugging at your sleeve, he continued to walk with you in pursuit. Footsteps faded for the crowded street of Tokyo into a lane where no dared to wander.
โ€œItโ€™s nice to see a not exorcised building for a change. Butโ€ฆ what are we doing here?โ€ You asked looking at the building that stood before you in awe. The entrance was grand with a chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Looking up, you could see the grandiosity of the building, littered with paintings and statues.
โ€œI came here to try a parfait and the view is amazing from what I hearโ€ Gojo said in thought, taking his chin between his thumb and pointer finger. Looking at him slight skepticism, you probed,
โ€œAnd who exactly are theses people you โ€˜hearโ€™ from?โ€
โ€œMostly Mei Mei and Butahimeโ€ he said with a shrug. Rolling your eyes at the mention of MeiMeiโ€™s name you said, โ€œYou know, it surprises me that even though you claim the fact that youโ€™re one of the โ€˜strongest sorcerersโ€™ you can be so denseโ€. โ€œDaijobuโ€ Satoru said holding up a black card.
โ€œJust enjoy your time with me here. โ€˜Kay?โ€ He added in a flirtatious tone.
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As the elevator doors of the topmost floor of the building opened, you could see neon lights of the city that ever sleeps. โ€œMay I take your coat maโ€™am?โ€ One of the waiters asked. Turning around you looked at Satoru who had his coat taken off by the waiter and waited for you to do the same. Stretching your hands out, you felt the coat being removed from your shoulders. โ€œRight this way pleaseโ€ another waiter said with a smile waving his hand towards the direction of your table. Following close behind you till you reached your seat, Satoru pulled your chair and waved for you to sit. Snorting through you nose you remarked, โ€œAnd they say Chivalry is deadโ€. โ€œ(Y/N) Chan hidoiโ€ Satoru said while feigning hurt by placing his palm over his heart. Chuckling you took your seat, while Satoru pushed you towards the table. From the peripheral of your vision, you watched his figure walk around the table and take a seat. After getting comfortable, he placed both his arms on the table and entwined his fingers. You could hear noises of the city as the silence between the both of you. Turning your head towards the gigantic window beside your table, you stared out into the Tokyo night sky. Placing your hand under your chin, you watched cars passed beneath and barely visible dark clouds litter the sky with an occasional plane passing by.
โ€œThatโ€™s the fifth plane so farโ€ฆโ€ Satoru said. Turning to look at him, you watched his eyes twinkle with fascination as he watched machines with twinkling lights flashing beneath them pass by.
โ€œSince when were you fascinated with planes?โ€ You asked in a teasing tone. โ€œThere are a lot of things that fascinate me, but you never bothered finding out now, did you (Y/N)-chinโ€ Satoru teased back. โ€œNever was the type to be interested in pretty boys. Easy on the eyes, a charming smile, but is the one that breaks anotherโ€™s heart in the most quick and brutal way possibleโ€ you said in a monotone voice, turning to look outside the window once more.
โ€œAndโ€ฆ how did you come to that kind of a conclusionโ€ Satoru asked, placing his knuckles under his cheek out of curiosity with his pale eyebrow raised from beneath his glasses.
โ€œIโ€™ve had a fair amount of sleepovers consoling a friend over their rash decisions with these kinds of men. All they ever want is one or a couple nights of fun without responsibilityโ€ฆ however, Iโ€™m also aware about how every man is different, but pretty boys are something I lost interest in a while ago. Not to mention that I have a colleague in the academy who goes with at leastโ€ you said in mockery, raising your hand and using your fingers to count โ€œfour women a week?โ€.
โ€œSore wa uso desuโ€ Satoru said with a smirk, pointing towards you. โ€œPlease. The number of times Iโ€™ve heard a โ€˜Satoru-kun, why donโ€™t you answer meโ€™ โ€˜ โ€˜Toru-Kun, you forgot our date!โ€™ is astonishing that even Yaga had to chase them out with his puppetsโ€ you said in a dramatic manner.
Throwing his head back, Satoru laughed at your way with words. โ€œWhen you put it that way, it does sound like Iโ€™m one of them. What can I say? Iโ€™m popular among womenโ€ he said, realizing into his chair and crossing his arms. โ€œIf youโ€™re so popular, then why am I on this side of the table?โ€ You asked, raising a brow at his previous claim. Hearing your words, Satoruโ€™s lips were pursed into a thin line once more. Looking to your side, you could see his fist clenched around the fabric draped over the table. Resting your arms over the table, you took a hesitant breath before continuing to speak. โ€œGojo, you donโ€™t have to beat round the bush when youโ€™re with me. Even though youโ€™re my colleague, weโ€™ve worked together for over a year now and weโ€™re not strangers. Inviting me out to parfait for bait doesnโ€™t work and neither does small talk. I maybe rude, blunt and a lot of things, but it was never my intention to chase you away with it. So, tell me. Whatโ€™s on your mind?โ€.
โ€œ(Y/N), I- โ€
โ€œAha, and what do we have here?โ€ A voice interrupted Satoruโ€™s. Looking at the end of your table stood a women with a hand on her hip. She wore a sneer that was directed toward Satoru. She had a long black dress with her hair tied into an elaborate braid of sorts. Behind her was a man, who seemed just as perplexed as you.
โ€œWhat do you want Ayumi?โ€ Satoru said in a grave tone, glaring at the girl. โ€œWhat is it I could possibly want from a man who hasnโ€™t been with a real woman before?โ€ the said girl scoffed. Furrowing your eyebrows, you looked at Satoru who stared at the girl while clenching his jaw and gritting his teeth. Turning towards you, Ayumi eyes roamed from analyzing your hair to your face. Taking a step back, she also looked at the kind of clothes and shoes you wore before turning to Satoru with an amused expression on her face.
โ€œAnd you brought this tramp to a place like thisโ€ฆ?โ€ She asked with the raise of her hands, pronouncing the ambience of the room. Breathing out a sigh from your nose, you knew your patience was running thin. First were the incomplete answers from Gojo and second was being interrupted by a girl who had the nerve to make a comment about you even though she had never seen you before. โ€œGojo, your standards have failed to meet my expectations day after day. First, you take to me a restaurant then we go back to my place, only to run away when I found out you were a virginโ€.
Eyes widening in surprise, your head snapped towards Gojo, only to see that he had become unnervingly quiet and stiff. Slapping your palm against the table, you caught the attention of everyone in the restaurant. โ€œDonโ€™t you think youโ€™ve done enough?โ€ You asked with a dark chuckle. โ€œHuh?โ€ Ayumi asked with arrogance.
โ€œLook. I came over to enjoy a parfait with my colleague and friend. Donโ€™t you think youโ€™re disrupting everyone in here by talking like that?โ€ You asked, waving your hand over to the other side of the room where heads of several guests were turned.
โ€œItโ€™s funny how you call me a tramp and yet you act like one in a place as pristine as this. Ever heard the phrase of โ€˜pot calling the kettle blackโ€™โ€ you asked Ayumi.
โ€œDonโ€™t you think youโ€™re acting all high and mighty for a girl who should be getting on her knees and being thankful for being brought to a place like this? The most expensive piece of estate in Tokyo?!โ€ Ayumi said with a snarl ready to lunge for you but was held back by the male behind her.
โ€œFor a person in โ€˜the most expensive piece of estate in Tokyoโ€™ you sure donโ€™t look or act like you would fit in the crowdโ€ you said, cracking your neck from side to side. Getting up from your chair to move around her, you came to a stop, behind Gojo. Folding your arms together, you pressed yourself against he wooden back of his chair and probed the fuming girl, โ€œSo, what was it? Was it his looks? Or did you happen to see his black card and decided to play dog?โ€.
Ayumi grit her teeth in response.
โ€œNo answer huhโ€ฆ guess your silence answers everything. Even though Satoru is a virgin, he still has some dignity unlike a dog who followed him for the sake of his looks and moneyโ€ you said to the seething girl.
โ€œWell then, weโ€™ll be on our way. Get up Satoru. Letโ€™s go homeโ€ you announced, tapping on the side of his chair. Moving around the girl, you went towards the waiter for your coat with Satoru behind you, giving soft smiles to waiters and the manager who apologized for the inconvenience on the way out.
While exiting out of the building, you felt Satoru's hand reach for yours. You began leaning into his touch as his fingers entwined around yours. You felt all your questions being answered as his palm rubbed against yours. Yes, Satoruโ€™s hands were big. Yes, they were smooth. Yes, his fingertips were cold. And yesโ€ฆ it did feel like fireworks.
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Standing at the entrance of your apartment, the empty hallway was filled with the jangling of your keys as they were slotted into lock of your door. Turning to see Satoru, you asked โ€œWould you like to come in?โ€. Smiling in return, he threw himself into the house shouting a โ€œOjamashimasuโ€.
You chuckled at his childishness, closing the door behind you. Throwing your coat on the couch, you silently told him to do the same by titling your head towards the taken seat. Tossing your keys into a nearby bowl, you asked โ€œWell, since you didnโ€™t get to try the Parfait, would like my broke ass cup of tea or eclair?โ€.
Smirking he said, โ€œIโ€™ll take the eclairโ€.
Walking to your fridge you took out the cold eclair. Before you could set it on the plate, it was snatched out of your hands by none other than Satoru. โ€œItadakimasuโ€ he said, before taking big bites of the eclair. You both sat and ate in silence, with sounds of water drops falling from the tap in the kitchen sink.
โ€œNe, did you mean what you said?โ€ Gojo asked, taking a final bite of the parfait. You hummed in response. โ€œYou said about me being your friendโ€ฆโ€ he said in a small voice. Surprised at the conversation he chose to pick, you looked at his face. Even if his eyes were hidden away beneath his glasses, the frown on his lips was enough of a expression to show you what went through his mind. Moving away from the kitchen isle, you stood in front of him. With the call of his name you urged him to look at you. Snapping his head up from his shoes, Satoruโ€™s face came close to yours. Raising your hands, you held onto the sides of his shades, retracting your arms behind and pulled them from his face until you found blue orbs staring into yours. โ€œI know itโ€™s an inconvenience given you have your six eyes, but I need to really see you when I say thisโ€.
Tucking your arms behind you, you took a calmed your fast beating heart and spoke.
โ€œI meant every word I said back there. I donโ€™t say it to your face since your inflated ago doesnโ€™t need another pump. Iโ€™ve worked with you for over a year. You can be selfish at times, and you have reasonsโ€ฆ but, I also admire you for it. I donโ€™t know much about your past, neither would I wan to prod into it, but whatever it is, I know you came out strong because of it. No one becomes a strong sorcerer in one night. And if you ever need me Iโ€™ll always be there. Sure, I can be an asshole at times, but I have my moments like anyone else-โ€ your ramble was interrupted by a pair of lips. You could feel your vision shake from the sheer intensity of the kiss. It felt sloppy and inexperienced but it moved with passion and the feeling of intense affection. This kiss defined Satoru. Fisting your hands into his hair, you pulled him away from you. His eyes were half lidded with desire and need. His tongue hanging loose from his mouth in ecstasy from the taste of you. Whining in desperation of more, his hands found their way to your shoulders pulling you into him. Pressing a hand against his chest, you tried to separate yourself from him. โ€œWhy?โ€ He whined at the loss of feeling your skin against. โ€œYouโ€™re not thinking straight Satoru. Maybe you should go homeโ€ you said in a haste, turning to leave the kitchen. Making your way into the living room, you opened the door, only to have it slammed back into a place by a hand much larger than yours. You could feel his arms circling around your waist as his head dropped onto the nape of your neck. You could feel Satoruโ€™s hot breaths against you and you realized this is the closest you had ever to been to him.
โ€œDonโ€™tโ€ฆ donโ€™t send me awayโ€ he said in a voice barely audible. Placing your hands over his caused his grip to tighten around you. Remembering Ayumi back from the restaurant, you asked โ€œYouโ€™re usually bad with namesโ€ฆ How did you remember Ayumi? What if this is a gimmick and all you want is one night with me?โ€
You felt the baritone of his voice chuckle behind you, and you could feel your anger rise by as every minute passed.
โ€œNever took you for the jealous typeโ€ฆ but youโ€™re quick to point that out. Thatโ€™s what I expect of my (Y/N) Chanโ€ Satoru said with a soft smile.
โ€œDonโ€™t fuck around with me Gojo and answer my question. Itโ€™s the only thing keeping you from being on the other side of my doorโ€ you responded with a grave tone.
Letting a few moments of silence pass, Satoru spoke.
โ€œAyumi was the last girl I ever went out on a date with. She invited me to her place after we went to a bar. It was one of the places I hated the most but I couldnโ€™t rid of the thoughts about the woman who haunted me both during the day and at night despite the fact that I was away from her. It only seemed fair to drown my sorrows in the thing I hate the mostโ€ฆ and itโ€™s-โ€
โ€œAlcohol. I knowโ€ you interrupted him, staring into the hard wood of your door, counting each line embedded into it.
โ€œShitsureiyo (Y/N) Chan. I wasnโ€™t done explainingโ€ Gojo whined, nuzzling into the nape of your neck. Not hearing a response from you, he continued to talk.
โ€œThe night I went to Ayumiโ€™s house, I was drunk. But not that drunk to not be in my senses. She came over me. Let her hands roam my bodyโ€ he said in a calm voice,โ€œBefore she could kiss me, I flinched. Thought I could man up by having a womanโ€ฆ but if it isnโ€™t you, I want no otherโ€.
โ€œWhy? You seemed to be comfortable with letting her hands roam your body, but the moment itโ€™s her lips, you couldnโ€™t take it? Are you even speaking in your senses right now Gojo?โ€ You asked in an exasperated voice.
โ€œTold you I wasnโ€™t done. You never learn do you (Y/N) Chan?โ€ Gojo complained in frustration.
โ€œFine. After this, you leaveโ€ you said in a cold tone. Neither acknowledging nor answering your question Satoru rubbed circles into the side of your torso and picked up from where he left.
โ€œAlcohol made me see things. Felt I was in heaven when I thought about your hands touching me instead of Ayumi. Thought about how pretty youโ€™d look under me. But when I saw it wasnโ€™t you, I couldnโ€™t go any furtherโ€.
โ€œSoโ€ฆ youโ€™reโ€ฆ?โ€ You questioned.
โ€œMhmโ€ he hummed as a reply.
โ€œAhโ€ฆ then, what does it have to do with me?โ€ You asked, curious and desperate to know if his answer is the one youโ€™ve always dreamed of.
โ€œDespite being a sorcerer, youโ€™re pretty dense arenโ€™t youโ€ Satoru huffed.
โ€œThereโ€™s lust and love, Satoru. The line between them is very thinโ€ you quipped back.
โ€œAt this point youโ€™re just itching for me to say arenโ€™t you?โ€ Satoru asked. You grit your teeth in annoyance knowing that this an would not give you what you wanted.
โ€œAnd this is why I donโ€™t deal with pretty boys-โ€ you said rolling your eyes.
โ€œAishiteruโ€ Satoruโ€™s voice cut into yours. Getting no response back, Satoru repeated once more โ€œAishiteru. Soโ€™nanni Aishiteruโ€.
Feeling deflated, his grip loosened around your waist only to be surprised when he heard the sound of your footsteps, turning around to face him. Raising your fingers, you ran them through his hair, feeling the texture of his strands.
โ€œIโ€™ve always wanted to do thisโ€ you said with a smile. Nuzzling his nose against yours he gave it light kiss before moving to your lips.
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Making your way into the bedroom, you pushed him onto the bed. Kissing him, you ran your hands on the expanse of his skin.
โ€œAre you sure you wanted thisโ€ you asked Satoru in a grave tone, โ€œIf you want, we can stop hereโ€.
โ€œNo. Iโ€™ve wanted this for a very long time. Now that Iโ€™ve made it this far, Iโ€™m not stopping for anything or anyone elseโ€ Satoru said, reaching his hand out to caress your cheek.
Feeling a soft smile creep onto your face, you felt yourself being drawn in by the sight of his lips.
Feeling his tongue dance against yours, Satoru moaned into your mouth. Pulling away with a small bite to his lip, you began to unbutton the studs of his shirt. He looked down at you with fondness as he watched you undo the last button. Taking a grip of his pants, you pulled the zipper down to reveal his errection being held back by the expanse of his boxers. Combine back up, you placed yourself on his side.
โ€œSatoru. I want to pay attention and answer meโ€ you said, looking at him. He blinked at you in response.
โ€œTell me where did she touch youโ€ you commanded him. Sitting up, Satoru pulled his arms back to shed his shirt onto your bedroom floor. Placing his hand onto this collarbone, he looked at you through half lidded eyes.
Leaning into the scent of his skin, you let your lips trail over it lightly before catching it between your teeth and giving it a hard suck. Satoru moaned at the feeling of your teeth and tongue over his collarbone. Pulling back after littering the patch of skin with kisses, bites and a bit of spit, you hummed in satisfaction at the sight of his skin turning flush pink, knowing it would bloom into colors of dark pink and purple the next day.
โ€œWhere else?โ€ You asked in a seductive tone.
After marking Satoru on his neck, chest, abs and v lines, he whined at the pain of his erect dick being constrained by the fabric of his boxers that was starting to tighten on his skin. Using your thumbs, you pulled down his boxers. Tugging his legs free off them, Satoru threw his leg over the other towards the side, hiding the sight of his naked manhood from your gaze. Catching hold of one his ankles, you pulled his leg back to itโ€™s original position.
โ€œUh uh uh. Weโ€™re having none of thatโ€ you said, titling your head to the side. Hiding his face into the pillow, you could his see a light blush on the apples of his cheeks. Chuckling to yourself, you used one of your hands to rub against his shaft. Satoru whined and shivered at the feeling of your hand rubbing his dick. Looking behind you, you saw the mirror at the foot of your bed.
Taking your place behind him, you made Satoruโ€™s head rest against your chest.
โ€œSatoru, look into the mirror thereโ€ you said.
Batting his eyes from you to the mirror, he shook his head from side to side in defiance.
โ€œAre you refusing me?โ€ You asked in a low tone.
Taking a large gulp, Satoru lifted his hand and grabbed yours. Taking it, he placed it at the tip of his dick and said โ€œOre ga yaruโ€
Sliding your hand up and down his dick softly, you could see his precum oozing from the tip of it. Trickling down, your palm continued to move in a rhythm. Your empty bedroom was filled with the filthy sounds of wetness being rubbed over skin and high pitched moans of Japanโ€™s strongest sorcerer. Looking at himself in the mirror, Satoru threw his head back, losing his senses in the feeling of your hands on his dick. Using your other hand, you played with his balls that hung low and heavy beneath his shaft.
โ€œYou like that baby?โ€ You asked in an alluring voice.
โ€œH-Hah haiโ€ Satoru answered, batting his white lashes at the mirror.
โ€œWho does this belong to?โ€ You asked, giving his dick a lightly squeeze. Satoru moaned loudly at the constricted feeling your palm was giving him. Changing the pace of your movements, you began to rub his dick at a fast pace. Meeting your gaze in the mirror, he said in a breathy voice
โ€œOmae daโ€
โ€œWho do you belong to?โ€ You demanded.
โ€œYouโ€ he answered right away, using one of his hands to press your face towards him.
Staring into your eyes, he felt his heart race. Opening his mouth, he let out choked sobs at he feeling his first orgasm. The number of nights he had to rub one out to the thought of your hands being over him instead of having to deal with it himself had turned into a reality.
Feeling his free hand dig into the skin of your hand, you knew he was close. Continuing to maintain your pace, you heard him moan your name loudly.
Looking down, you were met with the sight of white ropes of cum sliding down his abs. Strings of cum were seen between your digits. Taking your fingers, you sucked on one before using your middle finger to prod into his mouth. Taking your fingers into his mouth, Satoru sucked them obediently.
โ€œThatโ€™s my good boyโ€ you said.
After bathing for a few moments in the afterglow, you moved to fetch a rag for cleaning Satoru up. Before you could leave the bed, you felt Satoru wrap an arm around your torso, clutching your shirt tightly on the verge of ripping, afraid that you would disappear.
โ€œCalm down babe. โ€˜M just getting a washclothโ€ you chuckled.
โ€œPromise youโ€™d come back quick?โ€ He asked in a shy voice.
โ€œCourse. Canโ€™t leave my love unattended now can I?โ€ You cooed at him, kissing the tip of his nose.
โ€œWait hereโ€ you said. Getting up, you headed to the bathroom, washing your hands off. Grabbing a wet washcloth, you headed to the kitchen to grab a bag of candy and a bottle of water.
Coming back into the bedroom, you saw Satoru waiting for you, looking at you with a soft expression as you approached him. Opening the bag of candy, you held it out to him. Taking your place beside the bed, you crouched down and rubbed at the mess that was stuck to Satoruโ€™s skin. Once you were done, you tossed the dirty cloth into the hamper at the corner of the room with a small โ€œscoreโ€, and turned to him. Satoru held out a piece of candy for you to take. Opening your mouth, you were about to bite into it when he pulled his fingers back and tossed the piece of jelly into his mouth.
โ€œToo slowโ€ he teased you while chewing on the sweet.
โ€œBratโ€ you chuckled.โ€œYou want a shower?โ€ You asked.
โ€œiie. Daijobuโ€ he responded, searching for colored candy in the bag.
โ€œAlright. Iโ€™m taking one and we can sleepโ€ you said, grabbing your towel.
โ€œIโ€™m staying the night?โ€ He asked, his head snapping to meet your gaze.
โ€œNo. Youโ€™re staying the dayโ€ you responded. Hearing your response, Satoru pouted. Reaching a hand out to pet his cheek you said โ€œCourse youโ€™re staying the night. Iโ€™ll not have it any other wayโ€.
Smiling in response, Satoru nuzzled into the palm of your hand. Giving it a small peck he said, โ€œLetโ€™s start off right with tomorrowโ€. Giving a puzzled look, you asked him โ€œWith what?โ€ .
He said with a soft gaze โ€œA dateโ€.
โ™ฑ Translations :
Genki ka : Are you alright?
Daijobu : It's alright
Sore wa uso desu : That's a lie
Ojamashimasu : Excuse me (before entering someone's house)
Itadakimasu : Thanks for the meal
Shitsureiyo : You're being rude
Aishiteru : I love you
So'nanni Aishiteru : I love you so much
Ore ga yaru : I'll do it
hai : yes
Omae da : You
iie : no
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peterthepark ยท 2 years ago
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need eddie to be mean to me actually
itโ€™s like, essential
-๐Ÿ‘ผ
heโ€™d hate being mean but he plays it so well and he knows that it gets you off so heโ€™ll do anything for u even if it involves being a little snappy <3
but he wonโ€™t tell u that the look of dried tears on ur face turns him on, or the sniffle u let out when he raises his voice awakens something in him
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papillon-mechant ยท 3 years ago
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omg omg i was thinking... crybaby!reader with fuck buddy!draco. you start to fall for him, but he is a total dick and breaks your heart. you are too scared to tell anyone but finally, you go to bsf!ron. he comforts you and holds you in his arms. he feels so bad for you that someone would treat you like that, and also wishes he could tell you that he would never do that to you and he has been in love with you since first year.
- ๐Ÿ‘ผ
omg yes. heโ€™d comfort you every time you come back crying and has to bite his tongue every time to stop himself from spilling all his feelings
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babysdrivers ยท 4 years ago
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Smash or pass ben shephard
hard smash, he's the only person to ever get sent off the pitch during a socceraid match and that's the chaotic energy i like in my dilf gameshow hosts ๐Ÿ˜Œ
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