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My god.
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I created a new background for my husband's portrait. I adore Izana, and I believe he deserves more recognition than he received in the anime. โค๏ธโค๏ธโค๏ธHis elegance is truly captivating, and I aimed to capture that essence in my drawing. However, I must admit that I didn't quite achieve the desired effect with the background.
The things I would let him do to me. ๐Ÿ™‚โ€โ†•๏ธ๐Ÿซฃ
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Who is that. And how do I get on his lap.
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baby is not a baby anymore๐ŸŽ‰
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A/N ::: This is so damn tacky, I swear to fucking God, dude. And I love it. And if anyone is curious, I'm nearing the end of the training for my new job and shit's insane. We're learning all kinds of new shit and it's so hard to retain. Jfc. But it's over on the 17th of May. Then I pick up my laptop, and my phone and head off to my new desk where I'll decorate it like the fucking fun little nerd I am!
C/W ::: Hanma is a dick and not the fun-loving kind, either.
MDNI under the cut.
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๐Ÿ”˜๐Ÿ”˜๐Ÿ”˜ Hanma Head HC's ๐Ÿ”˜๐Ÿ”˜๐Ÿ”˜
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๐Ÿ”˜ Hanma has a bad habit of only calling on you when he's bored.
๐Ÿ”˜ He knows you'll always answer the phone, the door ... however he chooses to reach out to you at the time.
๐Ÿ”˜ He's so sweet to you at first. Telling you "You're so prihhh-ty" and how much he enjoys spending time with you.
๐Ÿ”˜ He lies; tells you about how busy he is with stuff. You know it's bullshit, but you love him so much that you let it go.
๐Ÿ”˜ And even if you hadn't let it go right away, as soon as he touches you, you're a goner.
๐Ÿ”˜ "Baby, been missin' this body s'much. But fuck, things are so crazy righ' now. Can't be with you like I want."
๐Ÿ”˜ Hanma will guide you over to your desk and hoist you up by your thighs.
๐Ÿ”˜ "You puttin' on some weight? Heh, I think it's all in your ass. Lemme have a bite. 'Mere."
๐Ÿ”˜ It hurts your feelings when he says things like that. But he wants a bite ... so he likes it. Right?
๐Ÿ”˜ After he gets you up on the desk, he spreads your bare legs.
๐Ÿ”˜ Hanma has taught you well to have your pants off by the time he gets there, leaving you only in panties (thongs ... or he spanks you relentlessly until you convince him you're sorry for not being sexy enough for him).
๐Ÿ”˜ The man simply has no time to waste (lies) - let alone, waste on you (bigger lies).
๐Ÿ”˜ You wanted to believe you were kind of important.
๐Ÿ”˜ But with how few and increasingly far between his visits, phone calls, whatevers have been lately, you're not sure now where you rank in his life.
๐Ÿ”˜ And the more you think about it right now, with his face between your chubby, warm thighs and his lips around your puffy clit, you want to cry.
๐Ÿ”˜ But who cries when they're getting head? GOOD head, at that.
๐Ÿ”˜ He knows just how to hook you and keep you hangin' on.
๐Ÿ”˜ He kisses that crease of soft skin between your thighs and your cunt, whispering sweet nothings to it. You wonder if he even remembers you're there.
๐Ÿ”˜ "G'na make ya cum so hard, yeah, slutty slutty slit uh'mine. Fuckin' love you so much. Miss you all the time. Now open up f'me. Gonna give ya all I got, princess.
๐Ÿ”˜ He grunts slightly when he lifts you from the desk and carries you around to the bed, laying you down unceremoniously and not even bothering to push his pants down below his thighs.
๐Ÿ”˜ Hanma winked at you as he stroked his cock a few more times for good measure.
๐Ÿ”˜ "Baby ... ya ready? Daddy's home. Gonna give ya some milk then run out and buy s'more."
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@viburnt @trevengersprincess @katkusuo @darkstarlight82 @kazutora-kurokawa @arlerts-angel @southside-otaku @bakubunny (I don't know if I'm just stupid or what, but I can't find your other acct?)
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PERFECTION.
Kaz, I will always talk pretty to you. Pretty? Nice? Idk. Both! This was so good. And how fucking true is it about smashing fingers when you put them on. I smash tf out of my fingers every morning when I wear mine. *sigh* I'm in love with this. Thanks so much, bby!!!!!!!
Do I have to talk nice to you? C'mon. You know better than to tell me that.
Kaz, my love, I would super duper appreciate if you wrote some dirty little headcanons about Kakucho with f.reader who wears converse shoes with her jeans. Is this about me? NO ๐Ÿ™‚โ€โ†”๏ธ. Why would I be so delusional with myself. Also, the shoes are a mayo/mustard yellow.
Ilysm!!
Kakucho x Reader: Converse w/ Her Jeans
โ™ก NSFW, fem reader, fluff, Kakucho kinda has a foot fetish (no judgement here), perv!Kaku, dom!reader?? โ™ก
note: don't play with me, y'know you better talk to me nice ๐Ÿ˜‘ love u too tho, enjoy these self-indulgent hcs
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๐Ÿฉท Kakucho always helps you with your converse, he puts them on (even when you're crushing his fingers in the shoe) and takes them off
๐Ÿฉท He loves seeing what kind of cute socks you have on underneath too
๐Ÿฉท He's putty in your hands if you press your foot on his bulge, he immediately turns into a whiny mess
๐Ÿฉท Will ask you to step on him while you have your converse on
๐Ÿฉท He gets turned on easily and won't even bother taking your jeans off, he'll just sit you in his lap and have you grind against him
๐Ÿฉท The type of guy to grind himself against your ass and leave cum stains on your jeans (in a loving way tho)
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@arlerts-angel @i-literally-cant-with-this @trevengersprincess @giugiette @katkusuo @happy-trenchcoated-impala @drunkcheesecake @darkstarlight82 @reiners-milkbiddies @manji-hoe
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omg so i dont know when ill be able to get to your request cause i got so much on my plate but just know i saw it and i love it <3333
it WILL be done!! tysm for the juicy prompt!
how are ya been?
Take your time!! Just whenever and if ever, tag me cuz I know you'd rock that shiz ๐Ÿ˜†. I'm still in training for my job with the county and my god, it's hard af right now. But May 17th is the last day on this side of things, and then we go to the real stuff. Eeekkkk! I hope that all the stuff on your plate is good stuff! Take care โ™ก.
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Fuck, I wish I had seen TokRev when I wrote this. I might go and do a little blip for them now. That fucking anime is like the oxygen in my blood. I swear to freakin' god, dude.
What do you think @kazutora-kurokawa @katkusuo @darkstarlight82 @southside-otaku @trevengersprincess ??
Cheers To The Crazies
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Cheers to the men who know and embrace their crazy. The men who would rather fight for you after they fight with you when you're stomping around the room packing up all the shit you can get your hands on. It doesn't matter if it's their shit or yours. You're pissed and you're taking it. Cheers to the men who egg you on to slap them across the face when they've gone too far with their words or actions and then pick you up and carry you off to the bedroom to fuck some sense back into your 'crazy ass.'
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"You think you could ever leave me, baby? Nah, fuck, s'tight. You're not goin' anywhere, darlin'. Your pussy was made just --- ahhh, shit --- for me and I'm gonna love your crazy ass until the day I die. And then? Well then I'm gonna come back and haunt'cha. Gonna watch you while you finger yourself and cry about how much you miss my dick reorganizing your insides." He squishes your face up so your lips are puckered hard and kisses you. Teeth and all. "Don't you ever, EVER, fucking doubt my dedication to you. To us. You fuckin' hear me? Now, let's talk about getting this pretty little cunt of yours to squirt all over me, yeah?"
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Taglist ::: @callm3senpaii @arlerts-angel @millennialmagicalgirl
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Eren, Levi, Sukuna, Toji, Bakugo
and, by popular demand, Nanami
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A/N ::: Don't get excited. This is short, yes. But will the rest of the shit I write continue to be short? Idk. Don't hold your breath. I don't need your death on my conscience.
C/W ::: Photographer!Hanma (again) x F.reader, 18+ beyond the SFW stuff.
MDNI UNDER THE CUT PLEASE AND THANKS
๐Ÿ“ท Hanma HC's ๐ŸŽฅ
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๐ŸŽฌ Hanma loves to sneak around and take candid photos/videos of you. He likes to catch the moments when you think no one else is looking.ย 
๐ŸŽฌ Although, the amount of times you've caught the little shit tailing you has exceeded the number of fingers and toes you have. But you low-key love that he thinks you're interesting enough to study.
๐ŸŽฌ He has a special room that NO ONE knows about where he develops his pictures.
๐ŸŽฌ They're not ALL of you, either. He will photograph anything that catches his eye.
๐ŸŽฌ He takes pictures of cats, too, sometimes. And he'll punch anyone that makes fun of him for doing it.
๐ŸŽฌ He loves to film you doing normal day-to-day things, like cooking or reading or cleaning. (Showering, too.)
๐ŸŽฌ He has a photo of the two of you kissing on his wall of his developing studio. It's his favorite, and he never tires of looking at it.
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๐ŸŽฌ He has a picture of the first time his dick slid into your cunt in his wallet.
๐ŸŽฌ No ... You didn't know he took it. But you found it one day when he told you you could get some money for lunch. (Initially you freaked out but then you recognized it as yours and you never told him you found it. Though the cheeky grin on your face kind of gave it away that you saw it.)
๐ŸŽฌ You've caught him taking pictures of your boobs while you're sleeping sometimes.
๐ŸŽฌ He once hid a camera in your closet so he could see what you were like when you thought he wasn't around. But he didn't hide it very well.
๐ŸŽฌ He's tried filming the two of you having sex. It didn't work out the first few times because he was so excited to be doing it that he forgot to actually do it. But he eventually got the hang of it and now he's got a whole collection of porn with you two.
๐ŸŽฌ He loves to take pictures of your ass. And he loves it when you pose for him.
๐ŸŽฌ You caught him filming your vagina while he ate you out. And you were so nervous at first that you couldnโ€™t relax. So you told him to turn it off. Did he? Of course not. He saw it aside and continued to eat you out until you came. When he showed you the video later, it turned on so much that you begged him to do it again sometime (soon).
๐ŸŽฌ He loves to film you masturbating.
๐ŸŽฌ He has a picture of your boobs on his phone that he looks at when he's jacking off.
๐ŸŽฌ He once bought you a sexy outfit that he would only let you have if you modeled it for him โ€“ and he got to take pictures of you in it.
๐ŸŽฌ He's even taken pictures of you asleep. He said he just liked the way you looked, but you were suspicious that he had other motives.
๐ŸŽฌ He's filmed you using toys. His favorite (and yours) are the clit sucker's. He loves how puffy your cute clit gets when you use it.
๐ŸŽฌ He's also filmed you using dildos, and he loves to tease you about how small they are compared to his dick.
๐ŸŽฌ Which makes him beam with pride, knowing you can take his (and only his) cock.
๐ŸŽฌ He's also tried recording you using your vibrator but he starts to feel a little jealous when he sees you deriving pleasure from something other than him.
ย ๐ŸŽฌ Why? Because. He's Hanma.
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@katkusuo @trevengersprincess @kazutora-kurokawa @viburnt @darkstarlight82 @arlerts-angel @southside-otaku @bakubunny (hey, bunny, I tried tagging your other account and it wouldn't come up - in the future I will try that one first, if you prefer. lmk!)
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Don't mind me. NOT minding my business anymore. Jesus fuck, this is so good. I can't.
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heโ€™s a little-
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Fucking HATE that Baji isn't real and that I'm not a Rockstar. Fuck my life, dude.
(Note: Yes. Im in a mood right now. Yes. I'm at work. Yes. I'm in a mood because of ppl I work with.)
Baji x Rockstar!Reader (SFW + NSFW, fluff, biting, fighting, oral->fem receiving)
note: this was another request that I don't have anymore, also I had an exam this morning and damn near died during it because I can't work under pressure lmao ๐Ÿฅฒ
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๐Ÿ”ฅ Goes to all your concerts and holds up a big ass poster of you with hearts on it
๐Ÿ”ฅ Will wear a shirt with your face on it, publicly and proudly
๐Ÿ”ฅ Recommends your music to all his friends and talks about how awesome you are nonstop
๐Ÿ”ฅ Freaks the hell out when you let him come on tour with you, he's hitting backflips off cars and shit
๐Ÿ”ฅ Fully prepared to fight your bandmates if they start shit with you (honestly they could just disagree with you about something small and he'd catch an attitude for you)
๐Ÿ”ฅ Begs you to teach him how to play the guitar, which you do and he's absolutely great at it
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๐Ÿ”ฅ Steals you away from practice for quickies
"C'mon cutie, I'll be quick I swear!"
๐Ÿ”ฅ That was a fucking lie because you two end up going for multiple rounds
๐Ÿ”ฅ Eats you out right after your shows, even though you keep telling him you have to take a shower
"Stop Kei, I'm sweaty and I wanna take a shower."
"I don't care, lemme taste you princess~"
๐Ÿ”ฅ Leaves bitemarks on your neck for all your bandmates and fans to see, he'll go absolutely feral if you post a picture showing off the bitemarks
"Look at you showing off those pretty marks I left on you, maybe I should leave a few more where no one can see โ™ก"
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@arlerts-angel @i-literally-cant-with-this @trevengersprincess @giugiette @katkusuo @happy-trenchcoated-impala @drunkcheesecake @darkstarlight82 @reiners-milkbiddies @manji-hoe
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Me. Reading this at work. Dying a little because it's so good.
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Modern au! Choso who has to bite on his fingers and nails when you play with his nipple piercings. You just pull on the silver bars too hard and because his chest is so sensitive, he gets embarrassed from how much he likes it.
Modern au! Choso who likes to pull you up for a kiss to try and distract you from biting his nipples again, now all sensitive and raw.
Modern au! Choso who has to cover his mouth to block out the sound of his moans when you kiss down his abs down to his v-line because he knows his little brother Yuuji is sleeping in the room next door.
Modern au! Choso who can't help but whimper when you lick from the base of his cock to the tip, looking down at you and feeling his stomach jumping a bit from your hungry look.
Modern au! Choso who doesn't know whether to hump your face like a bitch in heat or try to squirm away from you because he's never felt something as good as your hot mouth.
Modern au! Choso who has the choice taken away from him when you tell him he can't cum unless he keeps his legs spread like a good boy.
Modern au! Choso who obeys so happily, nodding quickly and apologizing and keeps his large thighs spread open for you because he wants to be good for you more than anything.
Modern au! Choso who instead plays with his nipples again because he wants to cum so badly. He keeps panting and whimpering, biting his lip and trying his utmost hardest not to buck his hips into your wet mouth.
Modern au! Choso who can't see straight from the pleasure and starts thrusting into your mouth while tugging on his nipple piercings.
Modern au! Choso who whispers in a broken, higher pitched voice saying, "'m sorry! O-oh my god... thankyouthankyou!" when he feels you swallowing his cum so greedily.
Modern au! Choso who pouts slightly at the loss of your mouth as you pull away, letting the cum dribble down your chin before picking it up again with your finger and sucking on it seductively, locking eyes with him lustily.
Modern au! Choso who bites his lip to hold off a small grin while you drift your hand towards his hardening cock and murmur quietly, "you're not done yet, right?"
Modern au! Choso who shakes his head and gasps when you begin stroking him again, hands clenching onto the sheets beneath him.
Modern au! Choso who's turned into a bit of a slut for your touch and praise.
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Beautifully said.
x reader should be (and, generally speaking, often is) the most accepting fanfiction space because its consistently, and almost exclusively an expression or fantasy of being desired or wanted or wantingโ€”or in an even more basic sense, considered. even if you dont explicitly self-insert, even if thereโ€™s a an oc thats just you but better or a faceless insert u make - it starts with the same premise. which is wanting to be seen or desired by some extension of who you are. or wanting to fantasize explicitly about a life that isnโ€™t yours, any life but yours. its admitting more openly than other mediumsโ€”i want someone to want some part of me. to take interest in me sexually or romantically or platonically. i want this element of myself to be considered or thought of. sometimes that is accomplished through writing, and sometimes that is accomplished through reading and seeking to bits of yourself in other peoples. the other half is having space to want and yearn for something else. how liberating it is to admit that youโ€™d like to be somewhere else.
and it is hardly a flawless medium and im really, really simplifying it but i do think that there is something uniquely enjoyable and freeing about it. i want agency in the stories i love. i want my presence to haunt this fiction like a ghost. i want to be loved, i want to be interesting. i want to experience hundreds of lives that arenโ€™t mine. i want i want i want. this a story of you. this is a story of me.
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HOLY. FUCKING. SHIT. The level of manipulation here is top tier. I mean, bra-fucking-vo. I'd do the same thing. "But but but ... Dabi. Don't you like me like that? Please?"
I might bruise you a bit (Dabi smut)
Tw: smut, tw: virgin kink, tw: manipulation
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You're a good girl, a daddyโ€™s girl. The forbidden fruit Dabiโ€™s been wanting to taste for months. Youโ€™re chaste, innocent, unlike most. Charming you into his arms was harder than any work heโ€™s ever done for a chick. But here he was, in your apartment, sitting with you on your couch. His hand on your waist, touch so soft and gentle, but make no mistake, it unmatched with the foul things he was about to do to you.
Your lips are close to his, hot breath lingering between as desire burns inside the both of you. Noses brushing briefly as he pretends to be hesitant to have you, but his cock is already rock-hard, straining against his pants.
โ€œPlease Dabi.. I need you,โ€œ you whine, your smaller hands clutching his white t-shirt. He brings his lips close to your ear, pressing a sloppy kiss on the shell of it.
โ€œWe canโ€™t..โ€ He whispers huskily as if considerate of your honor, but still he slides his hand down on the waistband of your panties, โ€œYour daddy could find out..โ€ he pulls the thin piece of fabric down your legs.
You close your eyes to the sinful feeling, leaning your head back, โ€œHow could he..?โ€ You sigh, barely able to control yourself as Dabi places his hand on your upper thigh.
โ€œCause I might bruise you a bit.โ€œ
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A/N ::: AT LONG LAST SOMETHING ABOUT DRAKEN!!!!! My god. Idk wtf has been wrong with my brain but it was not functioning correctly there for a bit. Anyway, here's hoping this is the end to my dry spell of Draken fics/bits.
C/W ::: Draken x Bored.F.reader, playful sex. Nothin' special, just kinda cute.
WC ::: 715 +/-. Literally, I don't know how I managed to write something so short.
MDNI under the cut.
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โ–ˆโ–“โ–’โ–’โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘ "I'm so bored," you whined.
"Then get off your ass 'n do somethin'. Jesus." His response did not please your under stimulated mind or body.
So, you took his advice, got off of your ass and onto his lap. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you started to kiss his face, eventually making your way to his lips.
"Heh - what's this, princess? You think you're doin'?" His arms snaked around your waist and he pulled your closer to him. Higher up on his lap so you were completely straddling him.
He scooped his hands to cup under your ass and began moving you so you were sliding back and forth across the (now completely noticeable) bulge in his gray sweats.
"Wanna play?" He kissed your neck, inching his hands from your thighs to your waist and back again.
"Mmm-hmm โ€ฆ play with me, Ken. I want you t'let me win, too, k? Unless you just HAVE to be the winner. In which case, I'm sure we could work something out."
You laughed so sweetly when you wanted him. He loved to see the look in your eyes grow more and more dark the needier you got. "I'm a lover, not a fighter, princess. You can have whatever you want."
He smiled up at you, lifting his hips so that his bulge was pressed even harder against your core. You whimpered and reached to pull his sweatpants down.
"I wanna win, Ken. You gotta help me win." Your voice was dripping with desire and he was more than happy to oblige. He grabbed the bottom of your shirt and helped you lift it over your head. You unclasped your bra and tossed it to the side as his hands slid up and down your body.
"Fuck, baby. You're so fuckin' hot." His eyes roamed over your breasts and then down to your pussy where you were grinding on him. You leaned forward and kissed him again, your tongue pushing past his lips.
You pulled back, a string of saliva still connecting your mouths.
"This game, Ken. It's called 'Get The Other One Off First'. And I wanna win. Needa win, k?"
"You're on, princess." He grinned and pulled down his boxers, his thick cock springing free. He took it in his hand and started stroking himself as he watched you pull off your panties and toss them at his face. He caught them with his teeth and growled playfully.
"Gonna get'cha, doll. You ready f'me?" He continued to pump his cock as he stared into your eyes. You nodded and positioned yourself over his tip.
"Mmm ... ready for you, Ken. Always ready for you." You slowly lowered yourself down onto him, your hot walls stretching around his hard cock.
He let out a deep moan as he filled you completely. "Oh, fuck yeah. You feel so good, baby." He lifted his hips and thrust up into you.
"Winnin' already, though. Fuck - don' know how much longer 'm gonna be able to play. You're giving me one hell of an advantage here." He threw his head back against the couch and closed his eyes.
"That's okay. Tryin' my best to beat you." You started to bounce on his lap, the sound of your ass slapping against his thighs filling the room. "I'm close, Ken. S-so close โ€ฆ fuck โ€ฆ how - how the fuck do you make me feel this good."
"Because. I know you, baby. I know how to get you off." He grabbed your hips and pulled you down onto him even harder.
"Oh my god - oh fuck - fuck!" You leaned back, letting him hold you so you wouldn't fall, and came on his cock. Your juices trickled down his shaft and pooled at the base. He pumped into you a few more times before he groaned and spilled inside of you.
"Shit, baby - shit โ€ฆ fuck - you're so fuck-in' h-ot!" He held you close and you sat still for a few moments as the both of you tried to catch your breath.
Finally, he let go of you and you lifted yourself off of him. You sat down beside him on the couch, your head resting on his shoulder.
"I won." You said in the most bratty voice you could persuade.
"You won, yes yes yes. Now, what do you want? A gold star?" He put an arm around you and pulled you closer, kissing your temple.
"Fuck that. I want a rematch." โ–‘โ–‘โ–‘โ–’โ–’โ–“โ–ˆ
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Here's a random snippet from a fic I'm working on with no context :)
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Ohhh-hohh ... chilling! This is SO good, Lottie! I can't wait to read it when it's finished. Thank you for sharing this with me! Tag me when you post it, ๐Ÿ™ ๐Ÿ™ ๐Ÿ™. โ™กโ™กโ™ก
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A/N::: I think @bakubunny gave me the idea for this - through no intention of her own. I read something she'd posted and was like "Oh HUH!" and here we are. So, thanks, Bunny. I've said this before, inadvertent inspo is a favorite of mine.
(initially this was going to be called How They Destroy Your Thigh Highs but my dumb ass didn't write about thigh highs for Ran. Sorry.)
C/W ::: Mitsuya going against his entire nature and Ran being a cheeky little bastard. Sex, finger fucking in public ... other shit.
MDNI after the cut. Please and thank you.
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โ™ฅHow They Destroy You In Their Own Sweet Wayโ™ฅ ๐™ต๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š๐šž๐š›๐š’๐š—๐š ::: ๐™ผ๐š’๐š๐šœ๐šž๐šข๐šŠ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐šŠ๐š— ๐™ท๐šŠ๐š’๐š๐šŠ๐š—๐š’
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๐™ท๐šŽ ๐š๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š•๐šœ ๐š•๐š’๐š”๐šŽ ๐š‘๐šŽ'๐šœ ๐š๐š˜๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š ๐š— ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š ๐š›๐š˜๐š—๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š ๐š›๐š˜๐š—๐š ๐š™๐šŠ๐š๐š‘ ๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š— ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐šœ. ๐š„๐šœ๐šž๐šŠ๐š•๐š•๐šข, ๐š‘๐šŽ'๐šœ ๐šœ๐š๐š’๐š๐šŒ๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š๐šœ ๐š๐š˜๐š๐šŽ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›, ๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐š๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š›๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š– ๐šŠ๐š™๐šŠ๐š›๐š. ๐™ท๐š’๐šœ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐šœ ๐šœ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š”๐šŽ ๐šŠ ๐š•๐š’๐š๐š๐š•๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š‘๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š๐š˜๐š ๐š— ๐š๐š˜ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š๐š‘๐šœ.
๐™ท๐šŽ ๐š”๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐šœ ๐š ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐šœ ๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐š˜. ๐š†๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š ๐š’๐š•๐š• ๐š’๐š—๐šŽ๐šŸ๐š’๐š๐šŠ๐š‹๐š•๐šข ๐š๐š˜. ๐™ฑ๐šž๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š—๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š๐šœ ๐š๐š˜ ๐š‹๐šž๐š’๐š•๐š ๐šž๐š™ ๐š๐š˜ ๐š’๐š. ๐šˆ๐š˜๐šž ๐šœ๐šŽ๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š— ๐šœ๐š‘๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š— ๐š˜๐š ๐šœ๐š ๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š ๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š›๐š˜๐šœ๐šœ ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š๐š˜๐š›๐šŽ๐š‘๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š•๐šŠ๐šž๐š๐š‘.
"'๐š‚๐šž๐šข๐šŠ, ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š”๐š—๐š˜๐š  ๐šข๐š˜๐šž'๐š•๐š• ๐š“๐šž๐šœ๐š ๐š–๐šŠ๐š”๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ ๐š–๐š˜๐š›๐šŽ. ๐™ธ ๐š”๐š—๐š˜๐š  ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š•๐š’๐š”๐šŽ๐š ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐šœ๐š๐šข๐š•๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š— ๐š–๐šŽ ๐š‹๐šž๐š ๐šŒ'๐š–๐š˜๐š— ๐š‹๐šŠ๐š‹๐šŽ. ๐šƒ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐š’๐š๐šŽ๐šŠ. ๐šˆ๐š˜๐šž ๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐š›๐šข ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š๐š˜ - ๐™ธ ๐š๐š˜๐š—'๐š ๐š”๐š—๐š˜๐š . ๐š†๐š‘๐šข ๐š๐š’๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐šœ?"
๐šˆ๐š˜๐šž ๐š•๐š˜๐š˜๐š”๐šŽ๐š ๐šž๐š™ ๐šŠ๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐š–, ๐š•๐šž๐šœ๐š ๐š’๐š— ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐šŽ๐šข๐šŽ๐šœ. ๐™ฐ๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜๐š›๐š๐š˜๐š ๐šŠ๐š•๐š• ๐šŠ๐š‹๐š˜๐šž๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š‘๐šŽ๐šœ๐š’๐š๐šŠ๐š๐š’๐š˜๐š— ๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š— ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š˜๐š ๐š— ๐š•๐šž๐šœ๐š-๐š๐š’๐š•๐š•๐šŽ๐š ๐šŽ๐šข๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š–๐šŽ๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š›๐šœ.
"๐š‚'๐š‹๐šŽ๐šŠ๐šž๐š๐š’๐š๐šž๐š• ๐š’๐š— ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐šœ๐šŽ. ๐™ต๐šž๐šŒ๐š”. ๐™ธ ๐š๐š˜ โ€ฆ ๐™ธ ๐š๐š˜ ๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š› ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐šœ๐š‘๐š’๐š ๐š˜๐š๐š ๐š˜๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž. ๐™ธ๐š'๐šœ ๐šœ๐š˜ ๐š‘๐š˜๐š, ๐š‹๐šŠ๐š‹๐šข." ๐™ท๐šŽ ๐š๐š›๐šŠ๐š‹๐šœ ๐šž๐š™ ๐šŠ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐š๐šž๐š• ๐š˜๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐š๐š’๐š๐š‘๐š๐šœ, ๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š›๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š’๐š ๐š’๐š ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š›๐šž๐š’๐š—๐šŽ๐š ๐š˜๐š› ๐š—๐š˜๐š. ๐™ท๐šŽ ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š๐š˜๐š˜ ๐š๐šŠ๐š› ๐š๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜ ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š›๐šŽ. ๐™ท๐šŽ ๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐šœ๐šŽ๐šŽ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š—๐šŠ๐š”๐šŽ๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š ๐š›๐š’๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šž๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐š—๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š๐š‘ ๐š‘๐š’๐š–.
๐šˆ๐š˜๐šž ๐šœ๐šš๐šž๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š”๐šŽ๐š ๐š˜๐šž๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜๐š›๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š– ๐š๐š›๐š˜๐š– ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐š‹๐š˜๐š๐šข ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐šŽ๐š•๐š’๐šŒ๐š’๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐šŠ ๐š๐š›๐š˜๐š ๐š• ๐š๐š›๐š˜๐š– ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š‹๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š” ๐š˜๐š ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š๐š‘๐š›๐š˜๐šŠ๐š. "๐™ต๐šž๐šŒ๐š”๐š’๐š—' ๐š‘๐š˜๐š."
๐™ท๐šŽ ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š˜๐š— ๐š๐š˜๐š™ ๐š˜๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š๐š˜๐š›๐šŽ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š”๐š—๐šŽ๐š  ๐š’๐š, ๐š๐š›๐š’๐š—๐š๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š๐š’๐š˜๐š— ๐š’๐š—๐š๐š˜ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐š‘๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š, ๐š๐šŽ๐šœ๐š™๐šŽ๐š›๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐š๐š›๐š’๐šŒ๐š๐š’๐š˜๐š—. ๐™ท๐šŽ ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š™๐š›๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š๐š’๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š•๐š•๐šข ๐š๐š›๐š˜๐š˜๐š•๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š ๐šž๐š™ ๐š๐š˜ ๐šž๐š—๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š‹๐šž๐š๐š๐š˜๐š—๐šœ ๐š˜๐š— ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐š‹๐š•๐š˜๐šž๐šœ๐šŽ.
๐™ท๐š’๐šœ ๐š๐š’๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ ๐š ๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ ๐šŒ๐š•๐šž๐š–๐šœ๐šข ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š“๐šž๐šœ๐š ๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐šž๐š™ ๐š›๐š’๐š™๐š™๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š’๐š ๐š˜๐š™๐šŽ๐š—, ๐šœ๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š‹๐šž๐š๐š๐š˜๐š—๐šœ ๐š๐š•๐šข๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š›๐šข๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ.
๐šƒ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šŒ๐š•๐šŠ๐š๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐šŠ ๐š๐š’๐šœ๐š๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šœ๐š˜๐šž๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š‹๐š˜๐š๐š‘ ๐š˜๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž. ๐™ท๐šŽ ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ๐š—'๐š ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ๐š๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐šข ๐š๐š’๐š–๐šŽ, ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š”๐š—๐šŽ๐š  ๐š ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š. ๐™ท๐šŽ ๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐šž๐šŒ๐š” ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐šœ๐šŽ๐š—๐šœ๐šŽ๐š•๐šŽ๐šœ๐šœ.
๐™ผ๐š’๐š๐šœ๐šž๐šข๐šŠ ๐š™๐šž๐šœ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šŒ๐šž๐š™๐šœ ๐š˜๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐š‹๐š›๐šŠ ๐š๐š˜๐š ๐š— ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐š—๐š˜ ๐š๐š’๐š–๐šŽ ๐š’๐š— ๐š๐šŠ๐š”๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šŠ ๐š—๐š’๐š™๐š™๐š•๐šŽ ๐š’๐š—๐š๐š˜ ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š–๐š˜๐šž๐š๐š‘ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šœ๐š ๐š’๐š›๐š•๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š๐š˜๐š—๐š๐šž๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š›๐š˜๐šž๐š—๐š ๐š’๐š.
๐šˆ๐š˜๐šž ๐š–๐š˜๐šŠ๐š—๐šŽ๐š ๐š˜๐šž๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šœ๐šž๐šŒ๐š”๐šŽ๐š ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š›๐š, ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š๐š’๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ ๐š™๐š’๐š—๐šŒ๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ. ๐šˆ๐š˜๐šž ๐šŠ๐š›๐šŒ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐š‹๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š”, ๐š™๐š›๐šŽ๐šœ๐šœ๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š›๐šœ๐šŽ๐š•๐š ๐šŠ๐š๐šŠ๐š’๐š—๐šœ๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐š– ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š›๐š’๐š—๐š๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šŠ๐š๐šŠ๐š’๐š—๐šœ๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š›๐š ๐šŒ๐š˜๐šŒ๐š”. ๐šˆ๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐š–๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š–๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐šœ ๐š˜๐š—๐š•๐šข ๐šœ๐š™๐šž๐š›๐š›๐šŽ๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐š– ๐š˜๐š— ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š ๐š’๐š๐šŒ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐š—๐š’๐š™๐š™๐š•๐šŽ, ๐š‹๐š’๐š๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š ๐š— ๐š๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐š•๐šข ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š–๐šŠ๐š”๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐šŠ๐šœ๐š™.
๐™ท๐šŽ ๐š™๐šž๐š•๐š•๐šŽ๐š ๐š‹๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š” ๐šœ๐šž๐š๐š๐šŽ๐š—๐š•๐šข, ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐šž๐šœ๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐š˜ ๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š•๐š˜๐šœ๐šœ ๐š˜๐š ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š—๐š๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š. ๐™ฑ๐šž๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐šš๐šž๐š’๐šŒ๐š” ๐š’๐š— ๐š™๐šž๐š•๐š•๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š™๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š‹๐š˜๐šก๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ ๐š๐š˜๐š ๐š—, ๐š”๐š’๐šŒ๐š”๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š– ๐š˜๐š๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š›๐šŽ๐š๐šž๐š›๐š—๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž.
๐™ท๐šŽ ๐š•๐š’๐š—๐šŽ๐š ๐šž๐š™ ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐šŒ๐š˜๐šŒ๐š” ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐š›๐šŠ๐š—๐šŒ๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š™๐šž๐šœ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š ๐š’๐š— ๐šœ๐š•๐š˜๐š ๐š•๐šข. ๐™ท๐šŽ ๐š๐š’๐š๐š—'๐š ๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š‘๐šž๐š›๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž, ๐š‹๐šž๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐šœ๐š˜ ๐š๐šŽ๐šœ๐š™๐šŽ๐š›๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š• ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐šŠ๐š›๐š˜๐šž๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐š–. ๐™ท๐šŽ ๐š๐š›๐š˜๐šŠ๐š—๐šŽ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š‹๐š˜๐š๐š๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ๐š ๐š˜๐šž๐š, ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š‘๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š ๐š๐šŠ๐š•๐š•๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š˜๐š—๐š๐š˜ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐šŒ๐š‘๐šŽ๐šœ๐š. ๐šˆ๐š˜๐šž ๐š ๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ ๐š๐š’๐š๐š‘๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š ๐šŽ๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š˜๐š‘ ๐šœ๐š˜ ๐š๐šž๐šŒ๐š”๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐š˜๐š.
๐™ท๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š๐šŠ๐š›๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐š๐š‘๐š›๐šž๐šœ๐š๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š’๐š— ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š˜๐šž๐š ๐šœ๐š•๐š˜๐š ๐š•๐šข, ๐š๐š›๐šข๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐šž๐šœ๐šŽ๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š•๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š˜๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐šŒ๐š˜๐šŒ๐š” ๐š’๐š—๐šœ๐š’๐š๐šŽ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž. ๐™ธ๐š ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š•๐š’๐š”๐šŽ ๐™ฒ๐š‘๐š›๐š’๐šœ๐š๐š–๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š–๐š˜๐š›๐š—๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐š‘๐š’๐š– ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š›๐šข ๐š๐š’๐š–๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐š ๐š˜ ๐š˜๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐šž๐šŒ๐š”๐šŽ๐š.
๐™ท๐šŽ ๐š™๐š’๐šŒ๐š”๐šŽ๐š ๐šž๐š™ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š™๐šŠ๐šŒ๐šŽ, ๐šœ๐š•๐šŠ๐š–๐š–๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š’๐š—๐š๐š˜ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š›๐š ๐šŽ๐š—๐š˜๐šž๐š๐š‘ ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š ๐š๐š›๐šŠ๐š–๐šŽ ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐šœ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š”๐š’๐š—๐š. ๐™ท๐š’๐šœ ๐š–๐š˜๐šž๐š๐š‘ ๐š›๐šŽ๐š๐šž๐š›๐š—๐šŽ๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐š๐š’๐š๐šœ, ๐šœ๐šž๐šŒ๐š”๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š‹๐š’๐š๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š–๐šŠ๐š”๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐šœ๐šŒ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š– ๐š˜๐šž๐š. ๐šˆ๐š˜๐šž ๐šŒ๐š˜๐šž๐š•๐š ๐š๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š• ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐š˜๐š›๐š๐šŠ๐šœ๐š– ๐š‹๐šž๐š’๐š•๐š๐š’๐š—๐š, ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š”๐š—๐šŽ๐š  ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐šŒ๐š•๐š˜๐šœ๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜๐š˜.
๐™ท๐š’๐šœ ๐š๐š‘๐š›๐šž๐šœ๐š๐šœ ๐š‹๐šŽ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š–๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š•๐š˜๐š™๐š™๐š’๐šŽ๐š›, ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š๐šŠ๐š›๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š–๐šž๐š–๐š‹๐š•๐šŽ ๐š’๐š—๐šŒ๐š˜๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐š•๐šข ๐šŠ๐š๐šŠ๐š’๐š—๐šœ๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐šœ๐š”๐š’๐š—.
"๐™ต๐šž๐š‘- ๐šœ' โ€ฆ ๐š๐š˜๐š, ๐š๐š˜๐š๐š๐šŠ๐š–๐š— ๐š‹๐šŠ- ๐š–๐š˜๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐š๐šž๐šŒ๐š”๐š’๐š—๐š - ๐š˜๐š‘ ๐š–๐šข ๐š๐š˜๐š. ๐šˆ๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š‘, ๐š๐šž๐šŒ๐š”. ๐™ต๐šž๐šŒ๐š” ๐š๐šž๐šŒ๐š” ๐š๐šž๐šŒ๐š”!"
๐™ท๐š’๐šœ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šœ๐š—๐šŠ๐š”๐šŽ๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š ๐š— ๐š๐š˜ ๐š›๐šž๐š‹ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐šŒ๐š•๐š’๐š, ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š•๐š• ๐š’๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š˜๐š” ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐š˜ ๐šŒ๐šž๐š– ๐šŠ๐š›๐š˜๐šž๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐š–. ๐™ผ๐šŠ๐š”๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š‹๐š˜๐š๐šข ๐š๐š’๐š™ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šœ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š•๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š’๐š— ๐š๐šŠ๐šŸ๐š˜๐š› ๐š˜๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐š– ๐šŒ๐šž๐š–๐š–๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š’๐š—๐šœ๐š’๐š๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐š๐š’๐š๐š‘๐š ๐šŒ๐šž๐š—๐š.
๐šˆ๐š˜๐šž ๐š‹๐š˜๐š๐š‘ ๐š•๐šŠ๐š’๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ, ๐š™๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šœ๐š™๐šŽ๐š—๐š. ๐™ผ๐š’๐š๐šœ๐šž๐šข๐šŠ ๐š™๐šž๐š•๐š•๐šŽ๐š ๐š˜๐šž๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š›๐š˜๐š•๐š•๐šŽ๐š ๐š˜๐š๐š ๐š˜๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž, ๐š•๐šŠ๐šข๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š‹๐šŽ๐šœ๐š’๐š๐šŽ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š›๐šข๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š๐šŒ๐š‘ ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š‹๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š๐š‘.
"๐š†๐šŽ๐š•๐š•, ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœโ€ฆ" ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐š›๐šŠ๐š’๐š•๐šŽ๐š ๐š˜๐š๐š, ๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐š”๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐šœ๐šŠ๐šข.
"๐™ธ'๐š•๐š• ๐š๐š’๐šก ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐šœ๐š‘๐š’๐š›๐š, ๐š๐š˜๐š˜."
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๐™ท๐šŽ'๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š•๐š ๐šŠ๐šข๐šœ ๐š‹๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š— ๐šŠ ๐š‹๐š’๐š ๐š˜๐š ๐šŠ ๐šœ๐šŒ๐š˜๐šž๐š—๐š๐š›๐šŽ๐š•.
๐š‚๐š˜ ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š—'๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š•๐š™ ๐š‹๐šž๐š ๐šœ๐š–๐š’๐š•๐šŽ ๐š–๐š’๐šœ๐šŒ๐š‘๐š’๐šŽ๐šŸ๐š˜๐šž๐šœ๐š•๐šข ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š•๐š’๐š๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐šœ ๐šž๐š™ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐šœ๐š”๐š’๐š›๐š, ๐š™๐šž๐šœ๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐š™๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐š’๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š’๐š๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š›๐šž๐š—๐š—๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š๐š’๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š•๐š˜๐š—๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐šž๐š—๐šœ๐šž๐šœ๐š™๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šœ๐š•๐š’๐š.
๐šˆ๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐šŠ๐šœ๐š™, ๐š•๐š˜๐š˜๐š”๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šŠ๐š›๐š˜๐šž๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐šœ๐šŽ๐šŽ ๐š’๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐šข๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š—๐š˜๐š๐š’๐šŒ๐šŽ๐š ๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š๐š๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐š’๐š˜๐š— ๐š’๐šœ ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š’๐š›๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š๐šŽ๐š. ๐™ฑ๐šž๐š ๐š๐šŠ๐š— ๐š”๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐šœ ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š๐š๐šŽ๐š›.
๐™ท๐šŽ ๐š”๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐šœ ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š’๐šœ ๐š ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐šŒ๐š›๐šŠ๐šŸ๐šŽ. ๐™ท๐šŽ ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š— ๐š๐šŽ๐š•๐š• ๐š‹๐šข ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š ๐šŠ๐šข ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š•๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š— ๐š’๐š—๐š๐š˜ ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š๐š˜๐šž๐šŒ๐š‘, ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š ๐šŠ๐šข ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š‹๐š’๐š๐šŽ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐š•๐š’๐š™ ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š•๐š’๐š™๐šœ ๐šŠ ๐š๐š’๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐š’๐š—๐šœ๐š’๐š๐šŽ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž.
๐™ท๐šŽ ๐š™๐šž๐šœ๐š‘๐šŽ๐šœ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐š™๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐š’๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š๐š˜๐š ๐š—, ๐š•๐šŽ๐š๐š๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š– ๐š๐šŠ๐š•๐š• ๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐š•๐š˜๐š˜๐š› ๐š˜๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š›๐šŽ๐šœ๐š๐šŠ๐šž๐š›๐šŠ๐š—๐š. ๐šˆ๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐š›๐šข ๐š๐š˜ ๐šŒ๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š› ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š›๐šœ๐šŽ๐š•๐š, ๐š‹๐šž๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š™๐šž๐š•๐š•๐šœ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šŠ๐š ๐šŠ๐šข.
"๐™ป๐šŽ๐š '๐šŽ๐š– ๐šœ๐šŽ๐šŽ. ๐™ป๐šŽ๐š '๐šŽ๐š– ๐šœ๐šŽ๐šŽ ๐š‘๐š˜๐š  ๐š–๐šž๐šŒ๐š‘ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐šž๐šŒ๐š”๐š’๐š—' ๐š•๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š’๐š ๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š— ๐™ธ ๐š๐š’๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐š๐šž๐šŒ๐š” ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š’๐š— ๐š™๐šž๐š‹๐š•๐š’๐šŒ. ๐™ต๐šž๐šŒ๐š”๐š’๐š—' ๐š™๐šŽ๐š›๐š๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š ๐š•๐š’๐š๐š๐š•๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š•๐šž๐š."
๐™ท๐šŽ ๐š๐š›๐š’๐š—๐š—๐šŽ๐š, ๐š”๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐šž๐š•๐š• ๐š ๐šŽ๐š•๐š• ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ 100% ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š›๐š›๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š ๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š— ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š•๐š•๐šŽ๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š. ๐™ท๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š•๐šœ๐š˜ ๐š”๐š—๐šŽ๐š , ๐š‹๐šข ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š ๐šŠ๐šข ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐šŒ๐šž๐š—๐š ๐š๐š’๐š๐š‘๐š๐šŽ๐š—๐šŽ๐š ๐šž๐š™ ๐šŠ๐š›๐š˜๐šž๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š๐š’๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š•๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š ๐š’๐š ๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š— ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š•๐š•๐šŽ๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š.
๐™ท๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š๐šŠ๐š›๐š๐šœ ๐š›๐šž๐š‹๐š‹๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐šŒ๐š•๐š’๐š, ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜ ๐š‹๐š’๐š๐šŽ ๐š‹๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š” ๐šŠ ๐š–๐š˜๐šŠ๐š—. ๐™ท๐šŽ ๐š”๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐šœ ๐šŽ๐šก๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š๐š•๐šข ๐š ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ'๐šœ ๐š๐š˜๐š’๐š—๐š, ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š’๐š'๐šœ ๐š๐š›๐š’๐šŸ๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐šŒ๐š›๐šŠ๐šฃ๐šข.
๐šˆ๐š˜๐šž ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š— ๐š๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š• ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š›๐šœ๐šŽ๐š•๐š ๐š๐šŽ๐š๐š๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š ๐šŽ๐š๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š›๐šข ๐š™๐šŠ๐šœ๐šœ๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šœ๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š—๐š.
"๐š๐šŠ๐š—, ๐š ๐šŽ โ€ฆ ๐š๐šž๐šŒ๐š” โ€ฆ ๐š ๐šŽ ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š—'๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ." ๐™ท๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜๐šŽ๐šœ๐š—'๐š ๐š•๐š’๐šœ๐š๐šŽ๐š—. ๐™ท๐šŽ ๐š“๐šž๐šœ๐š ๐š”๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š™๐šœ ๐š๐šŽ๐šŠ๐šœ๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž, ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š๐š’๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ ๐šœ๐š•๐š’๐š™๐š™๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š’๐š— ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š˜๐šž๐š ๐š˜๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐š™๐šž๐šœ๐šœ๐šข, ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š๐š‘๐šž๐š–๐š‹ ๐š๐š’๐šŒ๐š”๐š•๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐šŒ๐š•๐š’๐š.
๐šˆ๐š˜๐šž ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š— ๐š‹๐šŠ๐š›๐šŽ๐š•๐šข ๐š”๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š™ ๐šš๐šž๐š’๐šŽ๐š, ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š”๐š—๐š˜๐š  ๐š’๐š ๐š ๐š˜๐š—'๐š ๐š‹๐šŽ ๐š•๐š˜๐š—๐š ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š๐š˜๐š›๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ ๐š—๐š˜๐š๐š’๐šŒ๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š๐š’๐š—๐š—๐š’๐š—๐š๐šœ ๐š˜๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐šž๐šŒ๐š”๐šŽ๐š-๐š˜๐šž๐š ๐š•๐š˜๐š˜๐š” ๐š˜๐š— ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐š™๐š›๐šŽ๐š๐š๐šข, ๐š‹๐š•๐šž๐šœ๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐šŠ๐šŒ๐šŽ.
๐™ท๐šŽ ๐š™๐šž๐š•๐š•๐šœ ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š๐š’๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ ๐š˜๐šž๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š•๐š’๐šŒ๐š”๐šœ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š– ๐šŒ๐š•๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š—, ๐šœ๐š๐šŠ๐š›๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š’๐š—๐š๐š˜ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐šŽ๐šข๐šŽ๐šœ ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜๐šŽ๐šœ ๐šœ๐š˜. ๐™ท๐šŽ ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š— ๐š๐šŠ๐šœ๐š๐šŽ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž, ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š•๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ๐šœ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š๐š’๐š˜๐š— ๐š๐š˜ ๐š‘๐š’๐š– ๐š๐š˜๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š. ๐™ท๐šŽ ๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐šœ ๐š–๐š˜๐š›๐šŽ. ๐™ฐ๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š”๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐šœ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š–๐š˜๐š›๐šŽ, ๐š๐š˜๐š˜.
๐š๐šŠ๐š— ๐š•๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š—๐šœ ๐š’๐š— ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ๐š™๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ ๐š’๐š— ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š›. "๐š‚๐š™๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š. ๐šˆ๐š˜๐šž๐š›. ๐™ป๐šŽ๐š๐šœ. ๐™ฝ๐š˜๐š ."
๐šˆ๐š˜๐šž ๐š‘๐šŽ๐šœ๐š’๐š๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐šŠ ๐š–๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ๐š—๐š, ๐š‹๐šž๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š— ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š•๐š’๐šฃ๐šŽ ๐š‘๐šŽ'๐šœ ๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐šœ๐š๐š˜๐š™. ๐š‚๐š˜ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐š˜ ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šœ๐šŠ๐šข๐šœ, ๐šœ๐š™๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐š•๐šŽ๐š๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š™๐šŠ๐š›๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š•๐šŽ๐š๐š๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐š– ๐šœ๐š•๐š’๐š๐šŽ ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š๐š’๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ ๐š‹๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š” ๐š’๐š—๐šœ๐š’๐š๐šŽ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž.
๐™ท๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š๐šŠ๐š›๐š๐šœ ๐š™๐šž๐š–๐š™๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š๐š’๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ ๐š’๐š— ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š˜๐šž๐š, ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š๐š‘๐šž๐š–๐š‹ ๐šœ๐š๐š’๐š•๐š• ๐š๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐šŒ๐š•๐š’๐š. ๐šˆ๐š˜๐šž'๐š›๐šŽ ๐š๐š›๐šข๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šœ๐š˜ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š›๐š ๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š–๐š˜๐šŠ๐š—, ๐š‹๐šž๐š ๐š’๐š'๐šœ ๐š’๐š–๐š™๐š˜๐šœ๐šœ๐š’๐š‹๐š•๐šŽ. ๐šˆ๐š˜๐šž'๐š›๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜๐š˜ ๐š๐šŠ๐š› ๐š๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ, ๐š๐š˜๐š˜ ๐š๐šŽ๐šœ๐š™๐šŽ๐š›๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐š›๐šŽ๐š•๐šŽ๐šŠ๐šœ๐šŽ.
"๐™ฐ๐š‘-๐š‘๐šŠ๐š‘ โ€ฆ ๐š๐šž๐šŒ๐š”. ๐™พ๐š‘ ๐š–๐šข ๐š๐š˜๐š, ๐š๐šŠ๐š—, ๐™ธ'๐š– ๐š๐š˜๐š—'-" ๐šˆ๐š˜๐šž ๐šŒ๐šž๐š– ๐šŠ๐š›๐š˜๐šž๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š๐š’๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ, ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š—๐š๐š’๐š—๐šž๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š๐š˜ ๐š›๐šž๐š‹ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐šŒ๐š•๐š’๐š ๐šž๐š—๐š๐š’๐š• ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐šœ๐š๐š˜๐š™ ๐šœ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š”๐š’๐š—๐š.
๐™ท๐šŽ ๐š™๐šž๐š•๐š•๐šœ ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š๐š’๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ ๐š˜๐šž๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š•๐š’๐šŒ๐š”๐šœ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š– ๐šŒ๐š•๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š— ๐šŠ๐š๐šŠ๐š’๐š—. ๐™ฐ๐š—๐š, ๐šž๐šœ๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šœ๐šŠ๐š–๐šŽ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š“๐šž๐šœ๐š ๐š๐šž๐šŒ๐š”๐šŽ๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘, ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š ๐šŠ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š› ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š ๐šŠ๐š’๐š๐š›๐šŽ๐šœ๐šœ ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐šŠ๐š‹.
๐™ท๐šŽ ๐š™๐šž๐š•๐š•๐šœ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐š™๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐š’๐šŽ๐šœ ๐šž๐š™ ๐š๐š›๐š˜๐š– ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐š•๐š˜๐š˜๐š› ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐šœ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š– ๐š‹๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š” ๐š๐š˜ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š› ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐šŠ๐š‹๐š•๐šŽ.
๐™ณ๐š˜๐š—๐š—๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š–๐š˜๐šœ๐š ๐š๐šŽ๐šŸ๐š’๐š˜๐šž๐šœ ๐š๐š›๐š’๐š— ๐šข๐š˜๐šž'๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š› ๐šœ๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š—, ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šœ๐šŠ๐šข๐šœ, "๐™ถ๐š˜๐š˜๐š ๐š๐š’๐š›๐š•. ๐š†๐šŽ'๐š•๐š• ๐š๐š’๐š—๐š’๐šœ๐š‘ ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š•๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ๐š›."
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If I read this correctly, the artist is @/pokatac (I found this on pinterest and they said not to share without credit, so here is credit =). If I fucked up who the artist is PLEASE let me know and I'll fix it. Ty!)
I have never been so attracted to an asshole as I am this man. Put that espresso down and ruin me, sir.
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I will never be normal again.
And that's ok.
thinking about men who talk you through itโ€ฆ..the room heady and thick with the scent of sex, bodies tacky with sweat, stuck together tightly while he rocks into you and youโ€™re starry eyed, cumming on his cock with panted whimpers, and heโ€™s just nuzzled into your hairline to whisper encouragement of how fucking good you feel and youโ€™re doing so well, cumming so pretty for him - while his arms flex and his abs tighten at how hard youโ€™re creaming around him ;w;
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