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#๐Ÿฅบ๐Ÿคค๐Ÿคญ
umbralundertaker ยท 1 year
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Posting the song im listening to isnt enough i need to beam it into my mutuals brain
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t-i-r-e-d-a-n-o-n ยท 7 months
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I was bored
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riveramorylunar ยท 10 months
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That was so fucking fun!!!!!
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pjackk ยท 20 days
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i can make pictures easily๐Ÿ˜€๐Ÿ˜ƒ๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ™‚๐Ÿ™ƒ๐Ÿซ ๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜‡๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿคฉ๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜—โ˜บ๏ธ๐Ÿ˜š๐Ÿ˜™๐Ÿฅฒ๐Ÿ˜‹๐Ÿคฉ๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜—โ˜บ๏ธ๐Ÿ˜š๐Ÿ˜™๐Ÿฅฒ๐Ÿ˜‹๐Ÿ˜›๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿคช๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿค‘๐Ÿค—๐Ÿคญ๐Ÿซข๐Ÿซฃ๐Ÿคซ๐Ÿค”๐Ÿซก๐Ÿค๐Ÿคจ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜‘๐Ÿ˜ถ๐Ÿซฅ๐Ÿ˜ถโ€๐ŸŒซ๏ธ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜’๐Ÿ™„๐Ÿ˜ฌ๐Ÿ˜ฎโ€๐Ÿ’จ๐Ÿคฅ๐Ÿซจ๐Ÿ™‚โ€โ†”๏ธ๐Ÿ™‚โ€โ†•๏ธ๐Ÿ˜Œ๐Ÿ˜”๐Ÿ˜ช๐Ÿคค๐Ÿ˜ด๐Ÿ˜ท๐Ÿค’๐Ÿค•๐Ÿคข๐Ÿคฎ๐Ÿคง๐Ÿฅต๐Ÿฅถ๐Ÿฅด๐Ÿ˜ต๐Ÿ˜ตโ€๐Ÿ’ซ๐Ÿคฏ๐Ÿค ๐Ÿฅณ๐Ÿฅธ๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿค“๐Ÿง๐Ÿ˜•๐Ÿซค๐Ÿ˜Ÿ๐Ÿ™โ˜น๏ธ๐Ÿ˜ฎ๐Ÿ˜ฏ๐Ÿ˜ฒ๐Ÿ˜ณ๐Ÿฅบ๐Ÿฅน๐Ÿ˜ฆ๐Ÿ˜ง๐Ÿ˜จ๐Ÿ˜ฐ๐Ÿ˜ฅ๐Ÿ˜ข๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ฑ๐Ÿ˜ฃ๐Ÿ˜ฃ๐Ÿ˜ž๐Ÿ˜“๐Ÿ˜ฉ๐Ÿ˜ซ๐Ÿฅฑ๐Ÿ˜ค๐Ÿ˜ก๐Ÿ˜ ๐Ÿคฌ๐Ÿ˜ˆ๐Ÿ‘ฟ๐Ÿ’€โ˜ ๏ธ๐Ÿ’ฉ๐Ÿคก๐Ÿ‘น๐Ÿ‘บ๐Ÿ‘ป๐Ÿ‘ฝ๐Ÿ‘พ๐Ÿค–๐Ÿ˜บ๐Ÿ˜ธ๐Ÿ˜น๐Ÿ˜ป๐Ÿ˜ผ๐Ÿ˜ฝ๐Ÿ™€๐Ÿ˜ฟ๐Ÿ˜พ๐Ÿ™ˆ๐Ÿ™‰๐Ÿ™Š๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’Œ๐Ÿ’˜๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ’“๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ’Ÿโฃ๏ธ๐Ÿ’”โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ”ฅโค๏ธโ€๐Ÿฉนโค๏ธ๐Ÿฉท๐Ÿงก๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿฉต๐Ÿ’œ๐ŸคŽ๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿฉถ๐Ÿค๐Ÿ’ฏ๐Ÿ’ข๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ’ซ๐Ÿ’ฆ๐Ÿ’จ๐Ÿ•ณ๐Ÿ’ฃ๐Ÿ’ฌ๐Ÿ—จ๐Ÿ—ฏ๐Ÿ’ญ๐Ÿ’ค๐Ÿ‘‹๐Ÿคš๐Ÿ–โœ‹๏ธ๐Ÿ––๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿซณ๐Ÿซด๐Ÿซท๐Ÿซธ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐ŸคŒ๐ŸคโœŒ๏ธ๐Ÿคž๐Ÿซฐ๐ŸคŸ๐Ÿค˜๐Ÿค™๐Ÿ‘ˆ๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿ‘†๐Ÿ–•๐Ÿ‘‡โ˜๏ธ๐Ÿซต๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘ŽโœŠ๏ธ๐Ÿ‘Š๐Ÿค›๐Ÿคœ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿคฒ๐Ÿค๐Ÿ™โœ๏ธ๐Ÿ’…๐Ÿคณ๐Ÿ’ช๐Ÿฆพ๐Ÿฆฟ๐Ÿฆต๐Ÿฆถ๐Ÿ‘‚๐Ÿฆป๐Ÿ‘ƒ๐Ÿง ๐Ÿซ€๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฆท๐Ÿฆด๐Ÿ‘€๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘…๐Ÿ‘„๐Ÿซฆ๐Ÿ‘ถ๐Ÿง’๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿง‘๐Ÿ‘ฑ๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿง”โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿง”โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง”๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฐ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฑ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆณ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฒ๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆฐ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฐ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆฑ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฑ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆณ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆณ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆฒ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฒ๐Ÿ‘ฑโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฑโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ด๐Ÿ‘ต๐Ÿง“๐Ÿ™โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ™Žโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™Žโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™Ž๐Ÿ™…โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™…โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿ™†โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™†โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™†๐Ÿ’โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ’โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ™‹โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™‹โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™‹๐Ÿงโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿงโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง๐Ÿ™‡โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™‡โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™‡๐Ÿคฆโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคฆโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿคทโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคทโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿ‘จโ€โš•๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โš•๏ธ๐Ÿง‘โ€โš•๏ธ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐ŸŽ“๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐ŸŽ“๐Ÿง‘โ€๐ŸŽ“๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿซ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿซ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿซ๐Ÿ‘จโ€โš–๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โš–๏ธ๐Ÿง‘โ€โš–๏ธ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐ŸŒพ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐ŸŒพ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐ŸŒพ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿณ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿณ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿณ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ”ง๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ”ง๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿ”ง๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿญ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿญ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿญ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ’ผ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ’ผ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿ’ผ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ”ฌ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ”ฌ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ’ป๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ’ป๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿ’ป๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐ŸŽค๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐ŸŽค๐Ÿง‘โ€๐ŸŽค๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐ŸŽจ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐ŸŽจ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐ŸŽจ๐Ÿ‘จโ€โœˆ๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โœˆ๏ธ๐Ÿง‘โ€โœˆ๏ธ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿš€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿš€๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿš€๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿš’๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿš’๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿš’๐Ÿ‘ฎโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฎโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฎ๐Ÿ•ตโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ•ตโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ•ต๐Ÿ’‚โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ’‚โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ’‚๐Ÿฅท๐Ÿ‘ทโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ทโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ท๐Ÿซ…๐Ÿคด๐Ÿ‘ธ๐Ÿ‘ณโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ณโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ณ๐Ÿ‘ฒ๐Ÿง•๐Ÿคตโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคตโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคต๐Ÿ‘ฐโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฐโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฐ๐Ÿคฐ๐Ÿซƒ๐Ÿซ„๐Ÿคฑ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿผ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ‘ผ๐ŸŽ…๐Ÿคถ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐ŸŽ„๐Ÿฆธโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿฆธโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿฆธ๐Ÿฆนโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿฆนโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿฆน๐Ÿง™โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿง™โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง™๐Ÿงšโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿงšโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿงš๐Ÿง›โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿง›โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง›๐Ÿงœโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿงœโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿงœ๐Ÿงโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿงโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง๐Ÿงžโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿงžโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿงž๐ŸงŸโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐ŸงŸโ€โ™€๏ธ๐ŸงŸ๐ŸงŒ๐Ÿ’†โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ’†โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ’†๐Ÿ’‡โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ’‡โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ’‡๐Ÿšถโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿšถโ€โ™‚๏ธโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿšถโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿšถโ€โ™€๏ธโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿšถ๐Ÿšถโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿงโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿงโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง๐ŸงŽโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐ŸงŽโ€โ™‚๏ธโ€โžก๏ธ๐ŸงŽโ€โ™€๏ธ๐ŸงŽโ€โ™€๏ธโ€โžก๏ธ๐ŸงŽ๐ŸงŽโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฏ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฏโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆฏ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆฏโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฏ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฏโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆผ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆผโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆผ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆผโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆผ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆผโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฝ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฝโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆฝ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆฝโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฝ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฝโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿƒโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿƒโ€โ™‚๏ธโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿƒโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿƒโ€โ™€๏ธโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿƒโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿ•บ๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿ•ด๐Ÿ‘ฏโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฏโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฏ๐Ÿง–โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿง–โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง–๐Ÿง—โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿง—โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง—๐Ÿคบ๐Ÿ‡โ›ท๏ธ๐Ÿ‚๐ŸŒโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐ŸŒโ€โ™€๏ธ๐ŸŒ๐Ÿ„โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ„โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ„๐Ÿšฃโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿšฃโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿšฃ๐ŸŠโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐ŸŠโ€โ™€๏ธ๐ŸŠโ›น๏ธโ€โ™‚๏ธโ›น๏ธโ€โ™€๏ธโ›น๏ธ๐Ÿ‹โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‹โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‹๐Ÿšดโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿšดโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿšด๐Ÿšตโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿšตโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿšต๐Ÿคธโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคธโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคธ๐Ÿคผโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคผโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคผ๐Ÿคฝโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคฝโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคฝ๐Ÿคพโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคพโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคพ๐Ÿคนโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคนโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคน๐Ÿง˜โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿง˜โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง˜๐Ÿ›€๐Ÿ›Œ๐Ÿ‘ฌ๐Ÿ‘ซ๐Ÿ‘ญ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿคโ€๐Ÿง‘๐Ÿ‘จโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ’‹โ€๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ’‹โ€๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ’‹โ€๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ‘จโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿ’‘๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ—ฃ๐Ÿ‘ค๐Ÿ‘ฅ๏ธ๐Ÿซ‚๐Ÿ‘ฃ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿง’๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿง’โ€๐Ÿง’๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿง’๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿง’โ€๐Ÿง’๐Ÿต๐Ÿ’๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆง๐Ÿถ๐Ÿ•๐Ÿฆฎ๐Ÿ•โ€๐Ÿฆบ๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿบ๐ŸฆŠ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฑ๐Ÿˆ๐Ÿˆโ€โฌ›๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿ…๐Ÿ†๐Ÿด๐ŸซŽ๐Ÿซ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿฆ„๐Ÿฆ“๐ŸฆŒ๐Ÿฆฌ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿ„๐Ÿท๐Ÿ–๐Ÿ—๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ๐Ÿช๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฆ™๐Ÿฆ’๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿฆฃ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆ›๐Ÿญ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ€๐Ÿน๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿ‡๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿฆซ๐Ÿฆ”๐Ÿฆ‡๐Ÿป๐Ÿจ๐Ÿปโ€โ„๏ธ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿฆฅ๐Ÿฆฆ๐Ÿฆจ๐Ÿฆ˜๐Ÿฆก๐Ÿพ๐Ÿฆƒ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ“๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿค๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿง๐Ÿ•Š๐Ÿฆ…๐Ÿฆ†๐Ÿฆข๐Ÿฆ‰๐Ÿฆค๐Ÿชถ๐Ÿฆฉ๐Ÿฆš๐Ÿฆœ๐Ÿชฝ๐Ÿฆโ€โฌ›๐Ÿชฟ๐Ÿฆโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿธ๐ŸŠ๐Ÿข๐ŸฆŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿฒ๐Ÿ‰๐Ÿฆ•๐Ÿฆ–๐Ÿณ๐Ÿ‹๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿฆญ๐ŸŸ๐Ÿ ๐Ÿก๐Ÿฆˆ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿฆ€๐Ÿฆž๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆ‘๐Ÿš๐Ÿชธ๐Ÿชผ๐ŸŒ๐Ÿฆ‹๐Ÿ›๐Ÿœ๐Ÿ๐Ÿชฒ๐Ÿž๐Ÿฆ—๐Ÿ•ท๐Ÿชณ๐Ÿ•ธ๐Ÿฆ‚๐ŸฆŸ๐Ÿชฐ๐Ÿชฑ๐Ÿฆ ๐Ÿ’๐ŸŒธ๐Ÿ’ฎ๐Ÿชท๐Ÿต๐ŸŒน๐Ÿฅ€๐ŸŒบ๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒผ๐ŸŒท๐Ÿชปโš˜๏ธ๐ŸŒฑ๐Ÿชด๐ŸŒฒ๐ŸŒณ๐ŸŒด๐ŸŒต๐ŸŒพ๐ŸŒฟโ˜˜๏ธ๐Ÿ€๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿชน๐Ÿชบ๐Ÿ‡๐Ÿˆ๐Ÿ‰๐ŸŠ๐Ÿ‹๐ŸŒ๐Ÿ๐Ÿฅญ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ“๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿ…๐Ÿซ’๐Ÿฅฅ๐Ÿ‹โ€๐ŸŸฉ๐Ÿฅ‘๐Ÿ†๐Ÿฅ”๐Ÿฅ•๐ŸŒฝ๐ŸŒถ๐Ÿซ‘๐Ÿฅ’๐Ÿฅฌ๐Ÿฅฆ๐Ÿง„๐Ÿง…๐Ÿ„๐Ÿฅœ๐Ÿซ˜๐ŸŒฐ๐Ÿซš๐Ÿซ›๐Ÿ„โ€๐ŸŸซ๐Ÿž๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฅ–๐Ÿซ“๐Ÿฅจ๐Ÿฅฏ๐Ÿฅž๐Ÿง‡๐Ÿง€๐Ÿ–๐Ÿ—๐Ÿฅฉ๐Ÿฅ“๐Ÿ”๐ŸŸ๐Ÿ•๐ŸŒญ๐Ÿฅช๐ŸŒฎ๐ŸŒฏ๐Ÿซ”๐Ÿฅ™๐Ÿง†๐Ÿฅš๐Ÿณ๐Ÿฅ˜๐Ÿฒ๐Ÿซ•๐Ÿฅฃ๐Ÿฅ—๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿงˆ๐Ÿง‚๐Ÿฅซ๐Ÿฑ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ™๐Ÿš๐Ÿ›๐Ÿœ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ ๐Ÿข๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿฆช๐Ÿค๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฅฎ๐Ÿก๐ŸฅŸ๐Ÿฅ ๐Ÿฅก๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿง๐Ÿจ๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿช๐ŸŽ‚๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿง๐Ÿฅง๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿญ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿฅ›โ˜•๏ธ๐Ÿซ–๐Ÿต๐Ÿถ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿท๐Ÿธ๐Ÿน๐Ÿบ๐Ÿป๐Ÿฅ‚๐Ÿฅƒ๐Ÿซ—๐Ÿฅค๐Ÿง‹๐Ÿงƒ๐Ÿง‰๐ŸงŠ๐Ÿฅข๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿด๐Ÿฅ„๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿซ™๐Ÿบ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒŽ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒ๐Ÿ—บ๐Ÿงญ๐Ÿ”โ›ฐ๏ธ๐ŸŒ‹๐Ÿ—ป๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ–๐Ÿœ๐Ÿ๐Ÿž๐ŸŸ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿ—๐Ÿงฑ๐Ÿชจ๐Ÿชต๐Ÿ›–๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿš๐Ÿ ๐Ÿก๐Ÿข๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿค๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿจ๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿช๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿญ๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿ’’๐Ÿ—ผ๐Ÿ—ฝโ›ช๏ธ๐Ÿ•Œ๐Ÿ›•๐Ÿ•โ›ฉ๏ธ๐Ÿ•‹โ›ฒ๏ธโ›บ๏ธ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒƒ๐Ÿ™๐ŸŒ„๐ŸŒ…๐ŸŒ†๐ŸŒ‡๐ŸŒ‰โ™จ๏ธ๐ŸŽ ๐Ÿ›๐ŸŽก๐ŸŽข๐Ÿ’ˆ๐ŸŽช๐Ÿš‚๐Ÿš๐Ÿš„๐Ÿš…๐Ÿš†๐Ÿš‡๐Ÿšˆ๐Ÿš‰๐ŸšŠ๐Ÿš๐Ÿšž๐Ÿš‹๐ŸšŒ๐Ÿš๐ŸšŽ๐Ÿš๐Ÿš‘๐Ÿš’๐Ÿš“๐Ÿš”๐Ÿš•๐Ÿš–๐Ÿš—๐Ÿš˜๐Ÿš™๐Ÿ›ป๐Ÿšš๐Ÿš›๐Ÿšœ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ›ต๐Ÿฆฝ๐Ÿฆผ๐Ÿ›บ๐Ÿšฒ๐Ÿ›ด๐Ÿ›น๐Ÿ›ผ๐Ÿš๐Ÿ›ฃ๐Ÿ›ค๐Ÿ›ขโ›ฝ๏ธ๐Ÿ›ž๐Ÿšจ๐Ÿšฅ๐Ÿšฆ๐Ÿ›‘๐Ÿšงโš“๏ธ๐Ÿ›Ÿโ›ต๏ธ๐Ÿ›ถ๐Ÿšค๐Ÿ›ณโ›ด๏ธ๐Ÿ›ฅ๐Ÿšขโœˆ๏ธ๐Ÿ›ฉ๐Ÿ›ซ๐Ÿ›ฌ๐Ÿช‚๐Ÿ’บ๐Ÿš๐ŸšŸ๐Ÿš ๐Ÿšก๐Ÿ›ฐ๐Ÿš€๐Ÿ›ธ๐Ÿ›Ž๐ŸงณโŒ›๏ธโณ๏ธโŒš๏ธโฐ๏ธโฑ๏ธโฒ๏ธ๐Ÿ•ฐ๐Ÿ•›๐Ÿ•ง๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ•œ๐Ÿ•‘๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ•’๐Ÿ•ž๐Ÿ•“๐Ÿ•Ÿ๐Ÿ•”๐Ÿ• ๐Ÿ••๐Ÿ•ก๐Ÿ•–๐Ÿ•ข๐Ÿ•—๐Ÿ•ฃ๐Ÿ•˜๐Ÿ•ค๐Ÿ•™๐Ÿ•ฅ๐Ÿ•š๐Ÿ•ฆ๐ŸŒ‘๐ŸŒ’๐ŸŒ“๐ŸŒ”๐ŸŒ•๐ŸŒ–๐ŸŒ—๐ŸŒ˜๐ŸŒ™๐ŸŒš๐ŸŒ›๐ŸŒœ๐ŸŒกโ˜€๏ธ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒž๐Ÿชโญ๏ธ๐ŸŒŸ๐ŸŒ ๐ŸŒŒโ˜๏ธโ›…๏ธโ›ˆ๏ธ๐ŸŒค๐ŸŒฅ๐ŸŒฆ๐ŸŒง๐ŸŒจ๐ŸŒฉ๐ŸŒช๐ŸŒซ๐ŸŒฌ๐ŸŒ€๐ŸŒˆ๐ŸŒ‚โ˜‚๏ธโ˜”๏ธโ›ฑ๏ธโšก๏ธโ„๏ธโ˜ƒ๏ธโ›„๏ธโ˜„๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ’ง๐ŸŒŠ๐ŸŽƒ๐ŸŽ„๐ŸŽ†๐ŸŽ‡๐Ÿงจโœจ๏ธ๐ŸŽˆ๐ŸŽ‰๐ŸŽŠ๐ŸŽ‹๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ‘๐Ÿงง๐ŸŽ€๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ—๐ŸŽŸ๐ŸŽซ๐ŸŽ–๐Ÿ†๐Ÿ…๐Ÿฅ‡๐Ÿฅˆ๐Ÿฅ‰โšฝ๏ธโšพ๏ธ๐ŸฅŽ๐Ÿ€๐Ÿ๐Ÿˆ๐Ÿ‰๐ŸŽพ๐Ÿฅ๐ŸŽณ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ’๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿธ๐ŸฅŠ๐Ÿฅ‹๐Ÿฅ…โ›ณ๏ธโ›ธ๏ธ๐ŸŽฃ๐Ÿคฟ๐ŸŽฝ๐ŸŽฟ๐Ÿ›ท๐ŸฅŒ๐ŸŽฏ๐Ÿช€๐Ÿช๐ŸŽฑ๐Ÿ”ฎ๐Ÿช„๐Ÿงฟ๐Ÿชฌ๐ŸŽฎ๐Ÿ•น๐ŸŽฐ๐ŸŽฒ๐Ÿงฉ๐Ÿงธ๐Ÿช…๐Ÿชฉ๐Ÿช†โ™ ๏ธโ™ฅ๏ธโ™ฆ๏ธโ™ฃ๏ธโ™Ÿ๏ธ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐Ÿ€„๐ŸŽด๐ŸŽญ๐Ÿ–ผ๐ŸŽจ๐Ÿงต๐Ÿชก๐Ÿงถ๐Ÿชข๐Ÿ‘“๐Ÿ•ถ๐Ÿฅฝ๐Ÿฅผ๐Ÿฆบ๐Ÿ‘”๐Ÿ‘•๐Ÿ‘–๐Ÿงฃ๐Ÿงค๐Ÿงฅ๐Ÿงฆ๐Ÿ‘—๐Ÿ‘˜๐Ÿฅป๐Ÿฉฑ๐Ÿฉฒ๐Ÿฉณ๐Ÿ‘™๐Ÿ‘š๐Ÿชญ๐Ÿ‘›๐Ÿ‘œ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ›๐ŸŽ’๐Ÿฉด๐Ÿ‘ž๐Ÿ‘Ÿ๐Ÿฅพ๐Ÿฅฟ๐Ÿ‘ ๐Ÿ‘ก๐Ÿฉฐ๐Ÿ‘ข๐Ÿชฎ๐Ÿ‘‘๐Ÿ‘’๐ŸŽฉ๐ŸŽ“๐Ÿงข๐Ÿช–โ›‘๏ธ๐Ÿ“ฟ๐Ÿ’„๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’Ž๐Ÿ”‡๐Ÿ”ˆ๐Ÿ”‰๐Ÿ”Š๐Ÿ“ข๐Ÿ“ฃ๐Ÿ“ฏ๐Ÿ””๐Ÿ”•๐ŸŽผ๐ŸŽต๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽ™๐ŸŽš๐ŸŽ›๐ŸŽค๐ŸŽง๐Ÿ“ป๐ŸŽท๐Ÿช—๐ŸŽธ๐ŸŽน๐ŸŽบ๐ŸŽป๐Ÿช•๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿช˜๐Ÿช‡๐Ÿชˆ๐Ÿ“ฑ๐Ÿ“ฒโ˜Ž๏ธ๐Ÿ“ž๐Ÿ“Ÿ๐Ÿ“ ๐Ÿ”‹๐Ÿชซ๐Ÿ”Œ๐Ÿ’ป๐Ÿ–ฅ๐Ÿ–จโŒจ๏ธ๐Ÿ–ฑ๐Ÿ–ฒ๐Ÿ’ฝ๐Ÿ’พ๐Ÿ’ฟ๐Ÿ“€๐Ÿงฎ๐ŸŽฅ๐ŸŽž๐Ÿ“ฝ๐ŸŽฌ๐Ÿ“บ๐Ÿ“ท๐Ÿ“ธ๐Ÿ“น๐Ÿ“ผ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”Ž๐Ÿ•ฏ๐Ÿ’ก๐Ÿ”ฆ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿช”๐Ÿ“”๐Ÿ“•๐Ÿ“–๐Ÿ“—๐Ÿ“˜๐Ÿ“™๐Ÿ“š๐Ÿ““๐Ÿ“’๐Ÿ“ƒ๐Ÿ“œ๐Ÿ“„๐Ÿ“ฐ๐Ÿ—ž๐Ÿ“‘๐Ÿ”–๐Ÿท๐Ÿ’ฐ๐Ÿช™๐Ÿ’ด๐Ÿ’ต๐Ÿ’ถ๐Ÿ’ท๐Ÿ’ธ๐Ÿ’ณ๐Ÿงพโœ‰๏ธ๐Ÿ“ง๐Ÿ“จ๐Ÿ“ฉ๐Ÿ“ค๐Ÿ“ฅ๐Ÿ“ฆ๐Ÿ“ซ๐Ÿ“ช๐Ÿ“ฌ๐Ÿ“ญ๐Ÿ“ฎ๐Ÿ—ณโœ๏ธโœ’๏ธ๐Ÿ–‹๐Ÿ–Š๐Ÿ–Œ๐Ÿ–๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ’ผ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“‚๐Ÿ—‚๐Ÿ“…๐Ÿ“†๐Ÿ—’๐Ÿ—“๐Ÿ“‡๐Ÿ“ˆ๐Ÿ“‰๐Ÿ“Š๐Ÿ“‹๐Ÿ“Œ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“Ž๐Ÿ–‡๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“โœ‚๏ธ๐Ÿ—ƒ๐Ÿ—„๐Ÿ—‘๐Ÿ”’๐Ÿ”“๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”‘๐Ÿ—๐Ÿ”จ๐Ÿช“โ›๏ธโš’๏ธ๐Ÿ› ๐Ÿ—กโš”๏ธ๐Ÿ”ซ๐Ÿชƒ๐Ÿน๐Ÿ›ก๐Ÿชš๐Ÿ”ง๐Ÿช›๐Ÿ”ฉโš™๏ธ๐Ÿ—œโš–๏ธ๐Ÿฆฏ๐Ÿ”—โ›“๏ธโ›“๏ธโ€๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿช๐Ÿงฐ๐Ÿงฒ๐Ÿชœโš—๏ธ๐Ÿงช๐Ÿงซ๐Ÿงฌ๐Ÿ”ฌ๐Ÿ”ญ๐Ÿ“ก๐Ÿ’‰๐Ÿฉธ๐Ÿ’Š๐Ÿฉน๐Ÿฉผ๐Ÿฉบ๐Ÿฉป๐Ÿšช๐Ÿ›—๐Ÿชž๐ŸชŸ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿ›‹๐Ÿช‘๐Ÿšฝ๐Ÿช ๐Ÿšฟ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿชค๐Ÿช’๐Ÿงด๐Ÿงท๐Ÿงน๐Ÿงบ๐Ÿงป๐Ÿชฃ๐Ÿงผ๐Ÿซง๐Ÿชฅ๐Ÿงฝ๐Ÿงฏ๐Ÿ›’๐Ÿšฌโšฐ๏ธ๐Ÿชฆโšฑ๏ธ๐Ÿ—ฟ๐Ÿชง๐Ÿชช๐Ÿง๐Ÿšฎ๐Ÿšฐโ™ฟ๏ธ๐Ÿšน๐Ÿšบ๐Ÿšป๐Ÿšผ๐Ÿšพ๐Ÿ›‚๐Ÿ›ƒ๐Ÿ›„๐Ÿ›…โš ๏ธ๐Ÿšธโ›”๏ธ๐Ÿšซ๐Ÿšณ๐Ÿšญ๐Ÿšฏ๐Ÿšฑ๐Ÿšท๐Ÿ“ต๐Ÿ”žโ˜ข๏ธโ˜ฃ๏ธโฌ†๏ธโ†—๏ธโžก๏ธโ†˜๏ธโฌ‡๏ธโ†™๏ธโฌ…๏ธโ†–๏ธโ†•๏ธโ†”๏ธโ†ฉ๏ธโ†ช๏ธโคด๏ธโคต๏ธ๐Ÿ”ƒ๐Ÿ”„๐Ÿ”™๐Ÿ”š๐Ÿ”›๐Ÿ”œ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ›โš›๏ธ๐Ÿ•‰โœก๏ธโ˜ธ๏ธโ˜ฏ๏ธโœ๏ธโ˜ฆ๏ธโ˜ช๏ธโ˜ฎ๏ธ๐Ÿ•Ž๐Ÿ”ฏ๐Ÿชฏโ™ˆ๏ธโ™‰๏ธโ™Š๏ธโ™‹๏ธโ™Œ๏ธโ™๏ธโ™Ž๏ธโ™๏ธโ™๏ธโ™‘๏ธโ™’๏ธโ™“๏ธโ›Ž๏ธ๐Ÿ”€๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”‚โ–ถ๏ธโฉ๏ธโญ๏ธโฏ๏ธโ—€๏ธโช๏ธโฎ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ผโซ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฝโฌ๏ธโธ๏ธโน๏ธโบ๏ธโ๏ธ๐ŸŽฆ๐Ÿ”…๐Ÿ”†๐Ÿ“ถ๐Ÿ›œ๐Ÿ“ณ๐Ÿ“ดโ™€๏ธโ™‚๏ธโšง๏ธโœ–๏ธโž•๏ธโž–๏ธโž—๏ธ๐ŸŸฐโ™พ๏ธโ€ผ๏ธโ‰๏ธโ“๏ธโ”๏ธโ•๏ธโ—๏ธใ€ฐ๏ธ๐Ÿ’ฑ๐Ÿ’ฒโš•๏ธโ™ป๏ธโšœ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฑ๐Ÿ“›๐Ÿ”ฐโญ•๏ธโœ…๏ธโ˜‘๏ธโœ”๏ธโŒ๏ธโŽ๏ธโžฐ๏ธโžฟ๏ธใ€ฝ๏ธโœณ๏ธโœด๏ธโ‡๏ธยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธโ„ข๏ธ#๏ธโƒฃ*๏ธโƒฃ0๏ธโƒฃ1๏ธโƒฃ2๏ธโƒฃ3๏ธโƒฃ4๏ธโƒฃ5๏ธโƒฃ6๏ธโƒฃ7๏ธโƒฃ8๏ธโƒฃ9๏ธโƒฃ๐Ÿ”Ÿ๐Ÿ” ๐Ÿ”ก๐Ÿ”ข๐Ÿ”ฃ๐Ÿ”ค๐Ÿ…ฐ๏ธ๐Ÿ†Ž๏ธ๐Ÿ…ฑ๏ธ๐Ÿ†‘๏ธ๐Ÿ†’๏ธ๐Ÿ†“๏ธโ„น๏ธ๐Ÿ†”๏ธโ“‚๏ธ๐Ÿ†•๏ธ๐Ÿ†–๏ธ๐Ÿ…พ๏ธ๐Ÿ†—๏ธ๐Ÿ…ฟ๏ธ๐Ÿ†˜๏ธ๐Ÿ†™๏ธ๐Ÿ†š๏ธ๐Ÿˆ๏ธ๐Ÿˆ‚๏ธ๐Ÿˆท๏ธ๐Ÿˆถ๏ธ๐Ÿˆฏ๏ธ๐Ÿ‰๏ธ๐Ÿˆน๏ธ๐Ÿˆš๏ธ๐Ÿˆฒ๏ธ๐Ÿ‰‘๏ธ๐Ÿˆธ๏ธ๐Ÿˆด๏ธ๐Ÿˆณ๏ธใŠ—๏ธใŠ™๏ธ๐Ÿˆบ๏ธ๐Ÿˆต๏ธ๐Ÿ”ด๐ŸŸ ๐ŸŸก๐ŸŸข๐Ÿ”ต๐ŸŸฃ๐ŸŸคโšช๏ธโšซ๏ธ๐ŸŸฅ๐ŸŸง๐ŸŸจ๐ŸŸฉ๐ŸŸฆ๐ŸŸช๐ŸŸซโฌ›โฌœ๏ธโ—ผ๏ธโ—ป๏ธโ—พ๏ธโ—ฝ๏ธโ–ช๏ธโ–ซ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ถ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ท๏ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๏ธ๐Ÿ”น๏ธ๐Ÿ”บ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ป๐Ÿ’ ๐Ÿ”˜๐Ÿ”ฒ๐Ÿ”ณ๐Ÿ๐Ÿšฉ๐Ÿด๐Ÿณ๐Ÿณ๏ธโ€๐ŸŒˆ๐Ÿณ๏ธโ€โšง๏ธ๐Ÿดโ€โ˜ ๏ธ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ถ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฝ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ถ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฝ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ถ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐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op81 | best he'll ever write
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summary:ย [ย author!oscarย piastri x f!driver!reader โ€”ย social media au ]ย being the partner and muse of a celebrated author means that fans start connecting the dots sooner rather than later
faceclaim:ย gracie abrams
authorโ€™s note:ย i'm secretly a ya romcom book girlie and i feel like that shows SO MUCH in this fic ๐Ÿ™ˆ delusional for life!
[ masterlist / guidelines / lola's masterlist / series masterlist ]
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geotag: melbourne, australia
yourusername short break down under ๐Ÿจ
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user great race at the australian gp y/n!
โ†ช user first points of the season let's goooo
โ†ช yourusername and hopefully many more to come ๐Ÿ™Œ
logansargeant STRAYAAA ๐Ÿฆ˜๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿฆ˜๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡บ
โ†ช yourusername VEGEMITE ON TOAST ๐Ÿคค
โ†ช user sometimes i forget that logan and y/n are both gen z ๐Ÿ˜‚
user the puppy is so adorable ๐Ÿฅบ
โ†ช user i wonder whose it is ๐Ÿ‘€ y/n's said that her schedule doesn't allow for pets
oscarpiastri not my birthday cake...
โ†ช yourusername sorry not sorry ๐Ÿ˜‰
โ†ช user who the hell is oscar piastri and why is y/n replying to his comment ๐Ÿ˜ญ
โ†ช user don't you talk about my favourite best-selling author like that ๐Ÿคบ
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yourusername can't believe that little kid is now a 3-time nyt best-selling author ๐Ÿฅน so proud of you oscarpiastri ๐Ÿ’— i haven't been able to put eighty-one seconds down ๐Ÿ“– available in bookstores near you!
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user i love how y/n always supports and promotes oscar's books ๐Ÿฅบ
โ†ช user they're so adorable together my heart can't take it
oscarpiastri Thanks for the encouragement. Couldn't have done it without you ๐Ÿ‘
โ†ช yourusername damn right you couldn't have ๐Ÿ˜ค
user okay but who took the photo of y/n ๐Ÿ‘€
โ†ช user i'm betting it was oscar ๐Ÿ˜œ
โ†ช user hello what ๐Ÿ˜ณ๐Ÿ˜ณ๐Ÿ˜ณ
โ†ช user oh my sweet summer child...
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oscarpiastri Thank you to everyone who's been on this journey with me. Eighty-One Seconds is finally yours and we can't be more happy to share it with you. As many of you have guessed, it is my homage to Y/N and all the time we have spent together. My wife, my love, my heart. I'm grateful that you're in my life. Forgive me for re-using my words, but here's to eighty-one more years together.
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user hold on a damn second ๐Ÿคš his WIFE??? when was this a thing ๐Ÿง
โ†ช yourusername ๐Ÿคญ
โ†ช user give us answers please ๐Ÿ™ i haven't had peace since oscar posted this
yourusername i love you too, oscar jack piastri ๐Ÿค
โ†ช user oh he literally named his mc after himself ๐Ÿ˜ญ
โ†ช user GOODBYE??? JACK AS IN HIS MIDDLE NAME??? oh my god they really weren't subtle
williamsracing signed copy when ๐Ÿ˜
โ†ช hachetteaus already on its way ๐Ÿซก
user honestly i'm surprised they managed to hide their relationship for this long ๐Ÿ’€
โ†ช user oh they did NOT we were just blind
โ†ช logansargeant I didn't find out until I got the wedding invitation in the mail ๐Ÿค
โ†ช landonorris i think that's just cause you're oblivious mate ๐Ÿ˜‚
โ†ช logansargeant what???
โ†ช landonorris they literally make out all the time in williams hospitality
โ†ช yourusername lando... ๐Ÿ˜’
user if your man isn't writing a book professing his love for you, what's he doing with his life?
โ†ช user oscar's set the standard ๐Ÿ˜Œ
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Party girl
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Arthur Leclerc x Norris!reader Lando Norris & Norris!reader
Summary - Arthur and Y/n, Landos younger sister are getting cozy behind Lando and Charlesโ€™ back
Warning -
A/n - I have to make a second part because Iโ€™m only allowed ten pics in one part but I donโ€™t think itโ€™ll be long before I post a second part ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿป
Reader is 18 years old
Part 2
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landonorris
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Silverstone, p2 and my sisters first formula one race!! ๐Ÿงก
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username The Norris genes are just amazing!!
username Great weekend for the Norris family
charles_leclerc Since when did you have a sister??
= landonorris Since now I just didnโ€™t tell you, no funny business sheโ€™s only 18
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yourusername I had the best time!!
= landonorris Thank you little sis ๐Ÿงก
yourusername
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Starting summer with a big bang surrounded by the best ๐Ÿฅณ
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username Just found her account from landos and I love her!! ๐Ÿ˜
yourbestfriend1 you really know how to bring a party ๐Ÿคช
= yourbestfriend2 Definitely gonna miss you when you go to Monaco to see your brother ๐Ÿฅบ
= yourusername I miss you too, my brother wonโ€™t allow me to go out party ๐Ÿ˜’
= landonorris youโ€™re too young!
= yourusername Iโ€™m literally the legal age!!
username Why is Arthur Leclerc here?? ๐Ÿง
yourusername posted two stories
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Instagram DMโ€™s (white = Arthur) (purple = You)
Hey I heard youโ€™re coming to Monaco right
Yeah staying with my brother, you in Monaco rn??
Yep, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out maybe tomorrow??
Sure I think Lando is on a date tomorrow so his apartment is free, wanna come round?
Ok nice, Iโ€™ll come round midday
Exciting!! Iโ€™ll see you then ๐Ÿค
See you ๐Ÿ˜˜
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Loved hanging out with this girl today ๐Ÿ˜
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username Oooo whoโ€™s the new girl??
= username Probably some girl who only want him to get closer to Charles ๐Ÿ™„
= username Letโ€™s hope not ๐Ÿ˜”
username Wait why is Landos sister in the likes?? ๐Ÿซฃ
charles_leclerc So thatโ€™s where you were all day, with the mystery girl
landonorris Weird that looks similar to my apartment lol ๐Ÿ˜‚
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Spotted: The formula one drivers should have kept a better eye on their siblings because Y/n Norris and Arthur Leclerc (who also is a formula two driver) are looking cozy at a party in Monaco. How will Charles and Lando feel about the growing chemistry??
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username Ngl theyโ€™re cute ๐Ÿคญ
username Wait until Lando finds out, he will not be happy oop
username If they ask me to have threesome with them, I would not hesitate ๐Ÿคค
landonorris right.
= username Watch out weโ€™ll see Arthur running in a sec ๐Ÿ˜ณ
username Atleast sheโ€™s not one of those fake fame and money grabbing girl
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How Price Flirts
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Warnings: romance and everything that comes with it
Notes: I am a pure and holy person (I would wear his bucket hat while we fu-)
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the cheekiness of this man is only rivalled by god ๐Ÿ˜ค
he will tease you and he WONโ€™T stop until your a blushing mess
little quips about how youโ€™re wearing your hair differently, how your uniform looks, what youโ€™re reading on your breaks
once heโ€™s okay with the fact that he likes you, he doesnโ€™t give a fuck about anything but making you his
if your younger than him, expect comments about your age
โ€œCome โ€˜ere, little one.โ€ โ€œIโ€™m literally an adult, John.โ€ โ€œYouโ€™re still little to me, sweetheart.โ€
he wonโ€™t admit it, but he has a massive age gap kink ๐Ÿคค and it WILL influence how he interacts with you
in his eyes, youโ€™re the most precious thing ever
every little thing you do is just so cute and he would gladly show tell you
if you make a mistake during training, heโ€™ll be on your ass for the rest of the day
not in an annoying way tho, heโ€™ll just endlessly joke about how โ€œyou seem distracted, luvโ€™โ€
if youโ€™re shorter than him heโ€™s gonna use you as an arm rest ๐Ÿคญ
he WILL come to stand beside you only to rest his arm on top of your head and WILL keep a totally straight face the whole time, not missing a beat if heโ€™s talking
but heโ€™s not just a cheeky bastard
heโ€™s insanely protective ๐Ÿ˜ญ like to the point where itโ€™s probably unhealthy
when you and the team go out, heโ€™s always either within 10 feet of you, or sitting with the squad and glaring at anyone who comes near you
the man will use all 6โ€™ feet of himself to stand between you and anyone who he thinks doesnโ€™t deserve to look at you have good intentions
heโ€™s big and he knows it
if youโ€™re sitting across from him and he catches your gaze straying he will spread his legs to make you stare at his cock slip up
once heโ€™s attached to you heโ€™s not letting go easily
when youโ€™re around other people who arenโ€™t in the 141, heโ€™ll take off his bucket hat and put on you ๐Ÿฅบ and wonโ€™t let you take it off
you wouldnโ€™t realize but everyone else with half a brain knows itโ€™s his subtle way of marking his territory
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Imagine that boyfriend that is always the hornier one in the relationship. Imagine him being his usual horny self, pawing at your hips, nuzzling your neck, groaning in your ear about how much he wants you ๐Ÿคค but you simply aren't in the mood or are busy ๐Ÿ˜• It happens a few times a week, because his sex drive is too high and sometimes you can't keep up ๐Ÿคญ So, when he can't seduce you, he has no choice but to touch himself right then and there, right in front of you ๐Ÿฅฐ ๐Ÿ†๐Ÿ’ฆ Yes, he could go to the bathroom, but then he wouldn't get to look at you and your gorgeous self ๐Ÿฅบ At the beginning, you would scold him for being a perv, but now you just ignore him. This gets him even harder and desperate ๐Ÿฅต It's one of his favorite fantasies ๐Ÿซ  Yes, he is a perv, but you love him anyway ๐Ÿ˜Š
#Horny!Boyfriend
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when you grab their chest โ€” akaza, douma, muzan, kyojuro, giyuu, tengen
Authorโ€™s Note: pardon the ridiculously long title. ๐Ÿฅด๐Ÿ˜‚ โ€œFem!Readerโ€ applies to Tengen only.
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when you grab their chest โ€” akaza, douma, muzan, kyojuro, giyuu, tengen
Akaza x Reader, Douma x Reader, Muzan x Reader, Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader, Tomioka Giyuu x Reader, Uzui Tengen x Reader
Word Count: ~900
CW: dark humor, Fem!Reader, mild sexual content
Suggestion Fulfilled: I have a request๐Ÿ˜ค I recently read a certain ass slapping fic which I adored could you do a similar fic with the same characters +giyu and Douma with the reader coming up from behind the and squeezing their man tiddies
~faqs~
I 100% wouldโ€™ve used MAN TIDDIES in my title, but figured Tumblr would hide this post from tags if I did, so I went w/ โ€œchestโ€ instead ๐Ÿ˜†
Also, some of these are canon compliant โ€” Muzan, Kyojuro, Giyuu
While others are set in modern au (alternate universe; modern setting) โ€” Akaza, Douma, Tengen
AKAZA
Immediately tenses
#noice ๐Ÿ˜Œ๐Ÿ˜Ž after all, the man is ripped
The more Akaza tenses, the more you wanna squish
Except, itโ€™s kinda hard to squish pure, flexed muscle ?? ๐Ÿ˜”
โ€œAkaza, my love, could you relax?โ€ ๐Ÿฅบ
Heโ€™s still confused, but my love automatically has him at your beck and call, so-
He relaxes
*gleeful squeal* ๐Ÿ˜ *squish squish* ๐Ÿ˜
Aaand heโ€™s tensed again
If you actually take the time to explain yourself, then heโ€™ll be absolutely embarrassed flattered
Lowkey decides to do an extra 100 push ups daily, just bc heโ€™s so darn in love w/ you ๐Ÿ˜ญ
DOUMA
Doumaโ€™s been waiting all his life for you to grab his moobs
So like
Heโ€™s one happy camper !!!!! ๐Ÿ˜Œ๐Ÿฅณ
โ€œall his lifeโ€ = since he met you
As for โ€œmoobsโ€? I had to, just once ๐Ÿ˜ƒ
Slowly flexes them so he can hear your amazed gasp ๐Ÿ˜
โ€œAre you drooling?โ€ he smirks
โ€œFuck off,โ€ you scowl
You try to withdraw your hands to wipe away your incriminating drool ๐Ÿ˜’๐Ÿคค
But he doesnโ€™t let you ๐Ÿคช
He squeezes your wrists, grinning widely to himself, โ€œDonโ€™t leave me.โ€ ๐Ÿ˜‡
โ€œBut Iโ€™m done,โ€ you grumble, resting your forehead between his shoulder blades (youโ€™ve already accepted your fate ๐Ÿค )
โ€œIโ€™m not,โ€ he retorts, โ€œNot even close.โ€ ๐Ÿค—
Translation? Douma wants you to massage his pectorals
#pretty pls and ty
MUZAN
Once again, Iโ€™m presuming youโ€™re a demon, and Muzanโ€™s immediate reaction is to slice off your hands ๐Ÿ’€
Thank gosh for regeneration! ๐Ÿ˜ฎโ€๐Ÿ’จ
Youโ€™ve gotta quit surprising him ๐Ÿคช
I mean
Yeah
He enjoys when you touch him ๐Ÿ˜…
BUT, he has a reputation to uphold, and being startled by your random displays of physical attention doesnโ€™t exactly help ๐Ÿ™ƒ
The implication that he lets his guard down w/ you (bc how else could you ever hope to genuinely startle him?) is making me feel things ๐Ÿ˜ญ
โ€œDo that again, and I wonโ€™t be so forgiving.โ€
The faint dip between his brows has you thinking otherwise ๐Ÿคญ
โ€œWhat if I ask first?โ€ ๐Ÿ˜‰
Youโ€™re treading on thin ice ๐Ÿ˜ฌ
His eyes flash, โ€œPardon?โ€
Good thing heโ€™s close to cracking too ๐Ÿ˜Œ
โ€œIf I ask to touch you?โ€
Iโ€™ll kill you โ€œYou wouldnโ€™t.โ€
WeLp
He didnโ€™t say No ๐Ÿค—
(obvi consentโ€™s a must, but in this specific context mutual flirtationโ€™s strongly implied and also itโ€™s literally Muzan)
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โ€œOh!โ€ <โ€” Kyojuro exclaims, cheerful as ever โ˜บ๏ธ
โ€œHello there,โ€ he chuckles, smiling at the feeling of your body pressed against his back, โ€œAre you checking something?โ€
โ€œMhm,โ€ you grin, โ€œTheyโ€™re still here!โ€ ๐Ÿ˜‡
โ€œMy pectorals?โ€ his head tilts, โ€œOf course they are?!โ€
Heโ€™s ~a little oblivious, okay? ๐Ÿ˜ƒ
โ€œHow about you hug me from the front?โ€ he suggests gently, โ€œThat way I get to hug you too!โ€
๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ
Heโ€™s so precious
How could you refuse?????
Spoiler alert: you canโ€™t
GIVE THE MAN HIS HUG ๐Ÿฅบโค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ
Spoiler alert: you give Kyojuro his hug, and it is very cozy ๐Ÿฅฐ
A tad sweaty + suffocating, but you wouldnโ€™t trade it for the world ๐Ÿฅบ
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Shocked ๐Ÿ˜ตโ€๐Ÿ’ซ
Giyuuโ€™s inner monologue: ????? What? Is? This?
Giyuuโ€™s outer dialogue: *still as stone*
โ€œGiyuu?โ€ you immediately remove your hands, scurrying to his front side, head tilted w/ concern, โ€œIโ€™m sorry, I didnโ€™t mean to make you uncomfort-โ€ ๐Ÿ˜•
โ€œYou didnโ€™t,โ€ he interrupts quietly, finally grasping his bearings, โ€œIt wasโ€ฆโ€ aaand now heโ€™s blushing, โ€œ... nice.โ€ ๐Ÿฅบโ˜บ๏ธ
Your nose scrunches, relief relaxing your shoulders as you nod sheepishly, โ€œIโ€™m glad I didnโ€™t freak you out too much.โ€
โ€œMhm,โ€ he smiles reassuringly, โ€œYou freaked me out,โ€ gently guiding your palms back to his chest, โ€œBut not too much,โ€ winking shyly at you, โ€œThe perfect amount, in fact.โ€
HELP !!!!! CAN YOU JUST CAN Iย  FWIBEIUVLNSOUEJGBWO;GNS
Suave, sexy, knows-what-he-wants, isnโ€™t-afraid-to-tell-you, will-even-go-after-it-himself Giyuu has entered the chat
AnD I AM HERE FOR IT ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ’˜
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LOUD LAUGHTER
You can feel it through his tiddies ๐Ÿ˜†
โ€œEnvious, my dear?โ€ ๐Ÿ˜‰
Okay
Presumptuous much? ๐Ÿ˜’
But alllso ๐Ÿ™„
โ€œIf you could shareโ€ฆโ€ you pout, โ€œGimme just a lil?โ€ ๐Ÿค—
โ€œYouโ€™re welcome to work out with me,โ€ he chuckles fondly, flexing for you, โ€œThese could totally be yours!โ€
You sigh, โ€œTengen, pectorals and breasts arenโ€™t the same thing.โ€
โ€œI know that,โ€ he shrugs, patting your knuckles reassuringly, โ€œYour breasts are perfect, and Iโ€™m happy to coach you and your pectorals if you so desire.โ€
You decide to test the waters ๐ŸŒŠ
โ€œWhat if my pectorals get bigger than yours?โ€ ๐Ÿ˜
Tengen immediately drowns you ๐ŸŒŠ๐Ÿ’€
โ€œNot a chance.โ€ ๐Ÿ˜
And then he tacks on, a tad nicer, โ€œBut you could certainly get very big pectorals.โ€ โ˜บ๏ธ
โ€œJust not bigger than yours,โ€ you grin ๐Ÿ˜
He nods grimly, โ€œMy ego would pop.โ€ ๐Ÿ˜”
โ€œAnd that would be tragic.โ€ โ˜น๏ธ
โ€œIndeed,โ€ he squeezes your hands (which remain splayed across his chest), still basking in your touch, โ€œI appreciate your understanding.โ€ ๐Ÿ˜–๐Ÿฅฐ
(fyi, if your pectorals did get bigger than Tengenโ€™s, then heโ€™d: survive, be super proud of you, and beg to know your workout regimen)
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pupyuj ยท 9 days
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we need more gf yujin... Mean gf Yujin well kinda cause we all miss babyboy Yujin.
๐Ÿ (new anon)
i see the word โ€œbabyboyโ€ and thatโ€™s all i focus on ๐Ÿ˜ญ just realized i havenโ€™t posted a drabble in a while so iโ€™ll take a look in my asks and see if anything else catches my eye ๐Ÿค“ (my neglected asks in the drafts r crying rn) n e ways welcome ๐Ÿ anon! ๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ’“
p.s. sub top yujin save meโ€”
babyboy yujinnie dating older!readerโ€ฆ a wild puppy has been tamed! ๐Ÿ˜ญ her friends are the first to notice that yujin doesnโ€™t behave the same around you as she did with her previous partners! perhaps even tho that two of you were dating, she was intimidated by your maturity and how wise you were but really she was just whipped as fuck! whipped to the point of literally worshipping you? well yes! ๐Ÿคค sheโ€™d try to be as serious as you are but ultimately end up failing bcs you told her that you like it better when sheโ€™s silly, aka herself ๐Ÿฅด๐Ÿฅด
donโ€™t be fooled though! as willing as she is to drop on her knees and do anything and everything for you, babyboy still tops ๐Ÿคญ๐Ÿคญ she has this obsession with being your most perfect pet! making sure to memorize every inch of your body and find out which parts make you moan her name the sweetest, or the loudestโ€ฆ ๐Ÿ˜ณ fucking you gets her rlly turned and by the time youโ€™re shaking bcs sheโ€™s given you your sixth orgasm of the night, yujinnie would be so, so drenched but she ignores her own needs bcs all she wants to do is hear her name fall from your lips, feel your nails ruin her scalp, scratch at her arms, and hold her hand ๐Ÿฅบ
and donโ€™t get me started on pussy drunk babyboy yujin that finds all the right opportunities to eat you out wherever the two of you are! in your office? check. at some parking lot in the back of her car? check. a random bathroom stall? check. a private booth in an unnecessarily lavish restaurant? hell yes, check ๐Ÿ˜ตโ€๐Ÿ’ซ yujinnie knows how to ask nicely and thatโ€™s what she does 98% of the time bcs not only is your pleasure important to her but also your comfort ๐Ÿฅบ howeverโ€ฆ when her feelings are too strong, she simply just puts her hand in between your legs and start kissing your neck.. she knows it was a weakness, and her lips spread into a shit-eating grin every time it works ๐Ÿ™„๐Ÿ’•
and those big puppy eyes of hers that she stares at you with as silently asking for permission every time sheโ€™s โ€˜hungryโ€™?? they look 1000% better when theyโ€™re looking at you from in between your legs! ๐Ÿ˜ yujinโ€™s heart skipping several beats as she looked at your expressions while she does her work with her tongue.. sheโ€™s making you feel so good and sheโ€™s so proud of herself! ๐Ÿฅบ๐Ÿ’“ every time you praise her, she just wants more.. and so she gets better and better the longer she eats you outโ€ฆ not stopping even when your voice was all hoarse from screaming her name..
yujin doesnโ€™t actually care if you crush her head with your thighs or suffocate her by pushing her face so close to your pussy that she almost canโ€™t breathe.. it was the perfect way to die! ๐Ÿคญ she only stops when youโ€™ve tapped out, or told her to stop, or when she knows youโ€™ve had enough.. but even then sheโ€™d give your pussy little kitten licks just to tease you bcs she loves hearing your whines since you get so sensitive ๐Ÿฅบ๐Ÿฅบ ah and she works so hard drinking up all your cum, finding your taste as delicious as her favorite sweets, perhaps even better ๐Ÿ˜ตโ€๐Ÿ’ซ๐Ÿ’“
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jymwahuwu ยท 8 months
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Seeing the noncon filming and blackmailing reminds me of the Dan heng and blade kidnapping each other's darling situation๐Ÿคญ
But what if you were Dan heng's/blade's darling but they made a bet๐Ÿ‘€ who could make you cum faster and harder?
Blindfolding you, legs spread with your pussy dripping... What a tempting offer for them๐Ÿคค
All I can say is if you can still walk tomorrow, you probably won't in a few hours๐Ÿ˜
-๐Ÿ’ฆanon (brain is brimming with delicious ideas but can't find time to write them๐Ÿฅฒ)
๐Ÿ’ฆanon sorry Iโ€™ve been slow to respond to you, but want you to know that I love you and your thoughts. ๐Ÿ˜ณ๐Ÿฅบ want to see dan Heng and blade compete for us!! ๐Ÿคญ
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CW: yandere, non-con, forced overstimulation
Here Blade and Dan Heng reconciledโ€ฆbut just like folded paper that cannot be restored to its original stateโ€ฆthe disputes and hatred are like the faint scars on the wound, no longer the constant pain and burning feeling. Inevitably, they still have quarrelsโ€ฆand what better target than you? This was originally just a subtle rivalry, just look at the traces of kisses on your neck the next day. However, the intense traces of love that Blade left on your thighs irritated him, and the jealous monster bit at his sanity in his heart. Blade sneered and crossed his arms. Dan Heng's conversation advising him to treat you gently has somehow turned into a bet-
Who can make you cum faster and harder?
A black cloth has covered your eyes, and your hands are tied behind your back. Blade is skilled at this, as he once had a job kidnapping a wealthy man on a planet in order to take Stellaron. He was more ruthless at that time, like a sword, stabbing and threatening those people accurately, so the surging pain was not so painful. "What- What are you two going to do?"
After you ask the question, you're stuffed full of dick, as if telling you to shut up. The thick and round cock head separates your upper and lower lips, opens the moist inside of your mouth, and presses against your throat. You whimpered and endured, knowing it was Blade's.
Dan Heng apologized to you while unbuttoning your buttons and pulling down your underwear. The apology was somewhat insincere. His thumb circles your clit, giving occasional vibrations and friction. He was a little eager to get your first orgasm of the day, pressing into the depths of your sweet vagina, the tight inner walls craving for his two fingers. Sometimes fast, sometimes slow. After you get used to this rhythm, he will finger you mercilessly until you bounce up and squirt.
They take the round and do it without neglecting any of your holes. The loud and wet sound has been echoing in your ears, and you can still faintly hear the sound of water that has been filled with seeds. The dragon's tail is convenient for pushing you around and holding your butt in place for reproduction. Blade folded your legs and with every push, the rich load in your butt flowed onto the sheets, and your moans and rejections were covered and drowned by kisses. Sometimes, you think this is the end, but find that those cocks that are thrusting into you have no intention of stopping, and instead hit another orgasm.
By the end of the match, you're twitching and covered in seed. The result may be a tie, so there may be another competition in the next few days...
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darlingnomii ยท 3 months
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StepBro Mankae Line
warnings; perv skz, stepcest, degrading, reader is still over 19, more consensual noncon??, a liiittllee somno and dry humping, absolute debauchery ๐Ÿคง๐Ÿฅด, possible typos, dont hold it to me, yeah?
PART TWO OF SKZ STEPDADDY'S (hyung line)
hwang hyunjin as your sweet artistic stepbro. hes always asking to draw you, or just draws you randomly any way. you found no problem when he asked to paint you nude, why not? in the name of art, yes? he asked again, no problem! third time.. is he even painting right now? the way his arm is moving doesn't look like brush strokes.. he's stroking something alright. definatly painted the canvas with something. wasn't paint tho- hmm, could you blame him? i mean, you look like a goddess posing on that stool with the light hitting your breasts just right. he want to paint your breast instead of the canvas with his selfmade white paint. absolutely addicted
han jisung as your typical pervy stepbro. steals your panties out of the hamper to sniff and jerk off with. watches your ass while you load the dishwasher, load the washer/dryer, or just plain bending over. watched so much step porn, he hopes you get stuck so he can fuck you out of it. poor boy is going so feral over the way you smell, the way your ass jiggles in your pajama shorts, and the way your breast bounce freely in your shirt. doesn't even wait for you to get stuck at this point, you just bent over to scoop the clothes out of the dryer and next thing you know, something hard is pressing against you. he masks it as trying to get past you to grab his clothes but you know dammn well he didn't have to brush that big ass boner directly against your pussy ๐Ÿ™„
lee felix as your shy pervy stepbro. quitely watches all the step porn he can and admires your body from a distance. takes pictures of you when you're in compromising or just plain sexy positions so he can jerk off later. also sleals your panties but he makes sure to put them back when he's done โค definatly listens to you when you get yourself off so he can jerk off with you, imaging its your pussy wrapped around his cock instead of his hand. another precious boy that has that post orgasm guilt but he just cant bring himself to stop thinking about how sexy and perfect his step sis is ๐Ÿฅบ
kim seungmin who just doesn't gaf stepbro. confronts you about your skimpy clothes around the house. 'you trying to give me a boner? hm? look at these skimpy shorts,' tugs at them teasingly before yanking them off 'is this slutty little pussy wet for me too? for your step bro?' teases you more as he plays with your cunt, but he likes it just as much as you :) wants to bury his face between your thighs and have you overstimulated on his tongue ๐Ÿคค
yang jeongin as another shy stepbro. at least at first. feels realllyy bad for making you pick up things just so he can see the curve of your ass or the cleavage of your tits, not enough to make him stop tho. puts things up high so when you call him to come get it or he sees you struggling, he comes up behind to grind against you, innocently. smacks your ass as a joke... maybe... okay not as a joke but it seems that way. mesmerized by the way it jiggles with impact, UGH he can watch it all day. likes sleeping with you so he can spoon you and grind against your ass while you sleep. he could hump that cushie ass all night but after one orgasm, he has to get up and clean himself before coming back and acually going to sleep. no promises that you wont wake up with a hard hotdog between your buns ๐Ÿคญ
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hijackalx ยท 7 months
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GALE NSFW ALPHABET
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A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)
gale will insist on doing the clean-up himself. like cleaning up both u and him. it's just his gentlemanly nature ๐Ÿ˜‡ i think he also will ramble about stuff completely unrelated while doing it too ๐Ÿ˜น๐Ÿ˜น like while he's wiping off ur face or something with a warm rag he'll be saying shit like "hm. i wonder where tara is, haven't seen her in a while. probably off eating pigeons, i suppose" STOPP IM IN LOVE WITH HIM
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)
i think he's pretty proud of his shoulders. they have good width to them and idk they just look nice and stronk ๐Ÿ’ช๐Ÿป as for his partner, he is a thigh man. he lovvessss thighs. will kiss and squeeze them while u sit on his face. also, if ur AFAB, he will not ever hesitate to grab a titty ๐Ÿคญ
C = Cum (anything to do with cum,
basically)
not getting any specific places where he likes to cum. i think he will cum anywhere as long as it's on/in u. waitttt he probably does like to cum in ur mouth doe. and maybe to smear it on ur lips a little like some lip gloss ๐Ÿ˜Š LMAO
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
lowkey think he's a little bit of a voyeur ooohhh nasty boy. idk like i think hes into watching/hearing other ppl fuck but he is deeply ashamed of this so dont ever bring it up ๐Ÿ˜น๐Ÿ˜น
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)
dawg. nobody can convince me his first wasnt mystra. sooo.... not SUPER experienced in terms of like... numbers...... but him and mystra was doing some freak shit....... i just know it.......
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
ugh this is a good question. i think he likes cowgirl. u have to hold his hands tho and make eye contact with him or just forget it gurl ๐Ÿ™„โœ‹ he likes to admire ur body and watch u use him to get off
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
okkk gale can be a little silly sometimes but are we surprised ?? HES ALWAYS SILLY !! i think he switches between serious and goofy. he takes mess-ups and embarrassing moments pretty well and will never make u feel bad over them ๐Ÿฅบ like he'll use humor to make u feel comfortable and safe I NEED HIMMMMM FUCK
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
yeah hes pretty hairy. i dont think his hair is EXTREMELY thick tho. like he has fine, kind of curly kind of straight body hair? not a lot on his chest but he does have a happy trail, pubes, ARMPIT HAIR ๐Ÿคค, and leg and forearm hair. i think it looks rlly good on his forearms too eugh.......
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
he can be really romantic if he wants to (which is most of the time) but like i said he can also be unserious. but that doesnt make it less romantic i guess ???? anyway yeah he'll even plan everything out. like the type of dude to light candles and lay rose petals and shit ๐Ÿ˜น๐Ÿ˜น probably likes to have some wine beforehand to get yall in the mood better too
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
he will but i dont think he does often. if ur an option he prefers that. if not theres like a 50/50 chance he'll beat off. lowkey feel like he might debate on whether or not its too much work and if he should just go to sleep instead LMAO WAIT PAUSSEEEEEE MAGE HAND ????? yeah...... yeah gurl. if hes feeling lazy thats how its gonna go. prolly will close his eyes and pretend its ur hand
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
normally somewhere secluded like in a room together on a bed but if hes feeling spicy then somewhere with the possibility of getting caught ๐Ÿ˜ maybe on a balcony somewhere or IN THE FUCKING SKY
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
i think hes pretty sensitive and in tune to teasing glances or accidentally-on-purpose touches. wordddsss too bro. loves dirty talk so much. especially if ur the one to talk dirty to him. ugh ok gemini vibes yall? yes or yes? anyway whisper things in his ear or say suggestive things in front of other ppl, like innuendo shit ๐Ÿ˜น
N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)
uhhh... umm.... uh
jk he wont do any noncon roleplay or anything like that. not sure if theres anything else tho ๐Ÿ˜ญ
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
wants to give and receive but has a preference for giving head like its probably his fav sex act ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ yall know hes good af at it too and probably says nasty shit while hes doing it
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
he'll adjust depending on what u want. but if ur riding him he likes when ur more sensual that way he can admire ur body a little better
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
doesnt seem like a quickie guy to me. like i said he likes to plan it out most days.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
๐Ÿ˜
yes. hes a freak yall
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
if he does most of the work then he wont want to go another round but if its u then he probably will. i think it just depends on his mood too. if ur not satisfied yet tho he will use mage hand or projection gale to help ๐Ÿ˜น๐Ÿ˜น
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
i think he likes to tease a generous amount. he can dish it out but cant take it tho he gets flustered pretty fast lol
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
not extremely loud but will moan/whimper whatever. hes not afraid to make noise like not ashamed at all but i dont see him being obnoxious lol. mostly just talks tho LMAO
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
hes pretty much always thinking nasty but not always horny. he just like me fr. prolly not trying to smash often tho cuz he likes to plan ahead and make everything perfect. will fuck maybe 3 days a week unless ur really raring to go ๐Ÿ˜ญ
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
will prolly catch up on a book afterwards for a while before going to sleep. this is so comforting to me tho like what? imagine being all fucked-out and snuggy while ur bae reads their lil book and looks after u while u sleep.... need
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writingforstraykids ยท 2 months
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I have loved your smuts I think they r absolutely amazing and so damn ๐Ÿคค
Can I request a oneshot / drabble Dom! Felix x Sub!Chan with Chan having a daddy kink and is super cute and whiny and Felix just being a soft Dom towards him?๐Ÿฅบ๐Ÿคค
Maybe Chan has a stressful week and Felix took it in to his own hands to make him let go and feel better ๐Ÿซฃ
It's okay if not! Have a great day ! <3
I hope you enjoy it! Thank you for the request๐Ÿคญ๐Ÿ–ค
So cute
Pairing: Chanlix
Word Count: 553
Warnings/Tags: smut, fluff, soft!dom!lix, whiny!sub!chan, daddy kink
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Chan's head drops back against the pillow with a relieved moan, jaw growing slack and eyes fluttering. Felix gently helps him rest his legs on his shoulders and hovers above him, practically folding him in half as he thrusts in deep. Chan's hands twist the sheets tightly, soft sounds falling from his lips.ย 
Getting home today and hiding in his boyfriend's lap the minute he did let Felix know how exhausted Chan was. He had a rough week between being in the studio with Han and Changbin writing and recording and dance rehearsals. He desperately needed some love and comfort from the person he loved most. As they cuddled together to relax, Felix absentmindedly stroked his thighs, as he normally would. But Chan started squirming the higher his hands traveled. A soft , needy whine escaped Chan's throat and that was all it took for Felix to get them in bed.ย 
After what felt like hours of eating him out and stretching him out with his fingers, Felix had finally been ready to take the next step. Chan's brain stopped working from there on, it wasnโ€™t unusual in this situation. Felix always takes his time, giving his lover slow and deep strokes as he watches Chan's face contort in pleasure beneath him. โ€œDoes it feel good, Channie baby?โ€ he checks in, voice gentle as he keeps his movements steady.ย 
Chan whines in response and nods weakly. โ€œSo good, daddy.โ€
Felix smirks to himself and leans down, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss. โ€œYeah? Daddy's making you feel good?โ€ he asks. Chan kisses back needily, his moans being swallowed with each swap of their tongues. โ€œSuch a needy little boy.โ€
โ€œOnly for you,โ€ he moans sweetly, eyes fluttering close. Felix brushes back a loose curl sticking to his forehead.ย 
โ€œMy sweet boy,โ€ he smiles softly and kisses down his neck, tiny licks and soft bites accompanying his journey down.ย 
Chan whines beautifully, arching up against him. โ€œDaddy,โ€ he moans, tensing up as Felix hits his prostate. โ€œPlease,โ€ he whimpers.ย 
โ€œPlease what?โ€ Felix asks gently and stops moving for a moment, making Chan cry out in protest.ย 
โ€œPlease don't stop, daddy,โ€ he begs and his eyes grow wide and teary. โ€œNeed you so bad, only you, please,โ€ he rambles barely above a whisper. But he stays still, knowing Felix will take care of him in due time. He isn't allowed to simply take what he wants. Being honest, he doesn't want to anyway. He needs Felix to take care of him, to make the decisions for him and just let go of everything else.ย 
โ€œShh, I got you baby,โ€ Felix assures him kindly and angles his hips, dragging his dick across his prostate. Chan's jaw drops with a beautiful wail, body shaking at the intensity of the feeling and toes curling. โ€œIโ€™m gonna make you feel so good,โ€ he promises, a grin slowly rising over his lips. Chan whines in response, the pleasure becoming more and more intense. โ€œGod, you're so pretty like this,โ€ Felix groans, running a hand down his chest and stomach. Seeing Chan blush heavily and squirm just slightly from his words made his own heart skip a beat. His sweet baby boy is even more shy and excited about praise in this setting than he normally is. โ€œSo cute,โ€ he giggles.
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ssahotchnerr ยท 11 months
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Ok - Season11 Hotch in โ€œthe stormโ€ ๐Ÿคค๐Ÿ˜ตโ€๐Ÿ’ซ โ€“ where you are there with him and Jack when SWAT arrives and you spend the day with Jack, in Hotchโ€™s office, with no updates and just worrying, but not obviously because you have to remain strong for Jack (you/Hotch son, Haley never existed ๐Ÿ˜Š). Hotch is questioned and dragged through the mud and is emotionally exhausted by the end of it. At the end of the day, you finally see him walking through the BAU doors and jump on him in excitement (queue make-out sesh in the battle cage), Jack comes running up shortly after. The team just watches, joyfully. Happy to see Hotchner happy and reunited with his family.
You guys go home and enjoy a nice night as a family. Dinner, with a discussion about the mixup today, and a movie on the couch etc.
You guys get Jack off to bed, and continue some NSFW stuff on the couch. Just happy to have your man back home, all to yourself.
after the storm
๐Ÿฅบ this <333 i got a bit carried away and made it a bit angsty so i hope you don't mind cw; angst, brief suggestiveness (sub!aaron?๐Ÿคญ), references to 11x22, jack's younger in this and isn't pissed like in the episode LOL
the longest day.
you're sat on the couch in aaron's office, jack's fast asleep. his head is on your lap and you're running your fingers gently through his hair, still internalizing the day.
one second you were starting breakfast, the next the door is being knocked down.
instead of sending aaron off with a kiss as usual, he's being guided away in handcuffs.
the worried expressions of the team are still prominent in your mind, as you stood in the roundtable room as they updated you on the situation, the one update you've practically received all day. he's been framed, accused of horrific claims, and it looks bad.
and while you insisted they take you to wherever it was he was being held to knock some goddamn sense into somebody, insisting you could give his alibi or somehow prove he did not make that spoofed call - you've been with him all morning - you knew it was in your best interest to stay put. not only in terms of protocol or whatever they needed to do, but for jack.
and so the two of you have spent the day in aaron's office, finding ways to pass the time.
and besides, aaron was innocent. sooner or later, this nightmare would be over.
by now, they've told you aaron's been released. they've told you he was headed to the prison to help the others. but you refused to believe it until he was standing right in front of you, not until he's locked strictly in your arms.
the sigh exiting your mouth was halted by movement from your peripheral vision, your head whipping to your right. will has been sitting at jj's desk, waiting just as you've been, and jj had just walked through the doors, embracing him upon her arrival.
so that could only mean...
you're already on your feet (after very gently moving jack aside) as aaron walks through the double glassed doors, and everything blurs.
you don't recall exiting his office. you don't recall stepping down those few short steps. just suddenly, your face is being pressed into his shoulder as your arms find home around his middle, breathing in the scent you only knew as aaron. your grip on him only tightens as it all sinks into you further - it's him. he's right here.
likewise he's pressing you firmly against himself, his hands roaming up and down your back soothingly. "hey-"
you pull back and your lips are on his, not letting a single word out of him. you're kissing him vigorously and desperately, as if he's about to disappear from you once more. your fingers find purchase on his suit jacket, gripping onto the coarse fabric and not only is it grounding you, but him.
if you've had a hard day, you can only imagine what aaron's gone through. that only alights you to kiss him deeper, as his day must've been filled with people questioning him, belittling him in terms of who he is, despite everything he's sacrificed and done for the bureau. it flames a fire in you, and you just want more than anything to relieve the tension in his shoulders.
aaron's kissing you back just as hard, no concern for who may be watching present. he does hold himself back from some regard, if the two of you were alone in your bedroom, he'd let you have your way with him, if your current dominance is anything to go from. and he's confident that'll be in order once jack is tucked into bed later.
and in fairness, everyone's watching, but they don't dare interrupt the reunion. the two of you haven't seen each other for roughly fourteen hours, but it feels like a year has gone by. it's been a heavy, complicated day, so a heartfelt moment is more than appropriate. and again, after everything aaron has gone through the past years, they've always been glad he's found someone like you.
finally you pull away to breathe, lips swollen and a bit hazy, placing both your hands on aaron's flushed cheeks as you come back to earth.
"are you okay?" you search his face, your expression changing into one of worry and tears threatening your eyes.
aaron nods, covering both your hands with his and kissing you once more, "i'm okay."
you aren't convinced, but jack comes running down the stairs before you can do or say anything else, throwing himself into his aaron's arms. he clings onto his dad for dear life, his small arms going around aaron's neck.
you quickly join their embrace, your face burrowing into the crook of aaron's neck. peace finally fills you; you're with your boys, aaron's been cleared, the nightmare is finally over.
as if aaron can read your mind, supporting jack with one arm and his free hand finds yours, a sigh escapes him, accompanying the small glint in his eyes. "let's go home. please."
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deanbrainrotwritings ยท 8 months
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โ€” A PROCLAMATION
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SUMMARY : stanford era dean is a fuckable little sub and i like writing him that way forever. edging him here, actually
PAIRING : dean winchester x fem!reader
CHARACTERS : mallory (oc), daphne (oc)
WARNINGS/TAGS : nsfw(18+), unprotected sex (we all know dean is safer that, but itโ€™s ok for fiction), virgin!reader, oral sex, spanking dean, sub!dean, feeling all these emojis: ๐Ÿ˜–๐Ÿ˜ฎโ€๐Ÿ’จ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ’€๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿ˜”๐Ÿคญ๐Ÿ˜ฉ๐Ÿ˜ง๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜ซ๐Ÿฅบ๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜‹๐Ÿ˜Ÿ๐Ÿ˜ฃ๐Ÿ˜ณ๐Ÿซฃ๐Ÿซข๐Ÿซก๐Ÿซ ๐Ÿ˜ตโ€๐Ÿ’ซ๐Ÿคค๐Ÿฅด๐Ÿคง๐Ÿค ๐Ÿฅน
WORD COUNT : 11k
A/N : title from close your eyesโ€™ song. my beloved, breedable, stanfordera!dean. high school me was horny af, but for dean specifically, which is hilariousโ€ฆ i removed a character bc she contributed nothing to the plot LMAO xx
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Dean chewed on his lip as he gazed at Y/N. She wasnโ€™t even drinking, she never did, she was eyeing her best friend Daphne as she flirted with an attractive older man. Dean watched Y/N shake her head, an amused smile growing on her pretty lips when her glittering eyes suddenly found Deanโ€™s and he nearly stopped breathing.
Her gaze was like a magnet and he was just a weak piece of metal, attracted to her only. Her adorable eyes, soft and warm like the blankets his mother used to buy him when he was a kid, made him warm all over, too. He melted like delicate chocolate in a hot mouth, and his face suddenly heated up.
She smiled at Dean and he gave her a little smile in return. Her cheeks were flushed and adorable, her lips a shade darker from her nervously chewing on them. Maybe what made it more difficult to be normal around her was the outfit Daphne made her wear. She was so hot. โ€œWhat?โ€ She asked, laughing shyly, she scooted closer to him and Dean tensed a little, watching her soft strands brush against the top of her shoulders.
The bar was a little loud, filled with chatter and balls clicking against each other from the pool table, laughter from people, and some old love song playing from the jukebox. It wasnโ€™t Y/Nโ€™s favourite thing to do, it was definitely not where sheโ€™d want to be, he knew that.
He subconsciously moved his hand up and brushed her hair back slightly, fixing a unruly strand of her hair and her face softened at the action. Usually, Dean thought she was the cutest girl heโ€™d laid his eyes on, but today she looked sexy. She was elegant and devastatingly beautiful, graceful in ways most hunters werenโ€™t, Dean spent a lot of his free time admiring her or thinking about her.
โ€œSorry,โ€ he murmured, freezing as his fingers brushed against her warm cheek.
โ€œDo you think if I sit closer to you that guy over there will stop staring at me?โ€ She asked suddenly, reaching out to touch his hand. Dean blinked at her small hand covering his, watched her tilt her head subtly to the side and he slowly let his gaze wander to where a man was sitting, glancing at her every once in a while as his friend talked to him.
Dean looked away quickly, jealousy burning in his chest even though Y/N was clearly uninterested. He moved closer to her, slinging his arm around her shoulders, and her smile widened as she gazed up at him. โ€œThis okay, sweetheart?โ€ He asked, feeling his body heat up and electricity suddenly surrounded the air around them as the warm air of her laugh puffed over his neck and made him shiver. She nodded and looked away from him, choosing to play with the label on the bottle of beer he half-drank.
โ€œI shouldnโ€™t have let Daph talk me into wearing this outfit,โ€ she told him quietly. Dean felt his gaze unintentionally fall to her cleavage, the green cropped shirt with lace along the neck and thin straps fit tightly around her torso, outlining her gentle curves. She looked gorgeous, her arms toned and smooth, her collarbones just barely visible to show she ate well, the column of her neck exposed and decorated by a simple gold chain with a little star.
โ€œI think you look beautiful,โ€ he found himself saying. She laughed again, then looked up at him and he smiled nervously as she shook her head. Suddenly everyone started to fade away, all he could see was her beautiful face, feel the warmth radiating from her small body like a little sun, smell the sweet aroma of the expensive perfume her mother bought her. It wafted up to his nose, combined with the delicious smell of honey and jasmine from her hair and skin and he wanted to moan, to lean down and taste her sweet skin.
โ€œI look like all those girls you chase,โ€ she joked. That hurt. His lips parted and he frowned down at her, disheartened. Thatโ€™s what she thought of him? โ€œSorry,โ€ she said immediately, staring at him with her eyebrows drawn together cutely, her way of being sincere. โ€œYouโ€™re sweet and that was mean,โ€ she chuckled.
Dean moved away a little and she looked at him anxiously, hoping she didnโ€™t ruin his mood, but instead he removed the baby blue flannel he was wearing and placed it over her shoulders. His lean muscles flexed under the white t-shirt he wore and she could only stare at the little freckles on his arm before she smiled again, gazing into his green eyes.
โ€œThanks, D,โ€ she murmured, putting her arms through the sleeves and smiled down at herself as she closed the front a little to hide her breasts again.
โ€œYeah, no problem.โ€ He kissed her forehead and she adorably scrunched her nose at his affection, shy. She lifted her shoulder to press her nose against the soft material to find the pleasant smell of Deanโ€™s body. Even Deanโ€™s body heat remained on the shirt for a little and she shivered, then took his arm and returned it to rest around her shoulders.
Dean smiled down at her, feeling his entire body blush even more when she hummed in satisfaction. He dared to look over to where the guy wasโ€”who had been staring at Y/Nโ€”and he looked at Dean with an awkward, insecure smile on his face. Dean felt triumphant and looked back at Y/N who had peeled away the label from the bottle of beer he had abandoned.
Y/Nโ€™s phone buzzed on the table. Y/N stared at it indifferently, but when she looked at Daphneโ€™s name light up on the screen, she grabbed it and opened the message. Dean tried reading what Daphne had messaged to Y/N, but he suddenly realised it was a text in Spanish and only knew the text was about him when he read his name in the middle of the sentence.
Dean watched her blush, and he raised a brow at her reaction curiously as she cleared her throat and closed her phone. โ€œWhat did Daph say?โ€ He played with her hair, turning slightly to look at her face more clearly.
โ€œSheโ€ฆ um, she just said she wasnโ€™t drunk and that going to the guyโ€™s place was entirely her decision.โ€ Dean laughed a little and Y/N smiled at the sound. The air seemed to get thicker around them, and he squeezed her a little in his arms.
โ€œWhat did she say about me?โ€ He wondered, watching her as her brows went up slightly.
โ€œUh, just to stay with you โ€˜cause everyone is ugly,โ€ she chuckled. Dean laughed again and Y/Nโ€™s bare knee brushed against his as she shifted next to him. Even over his jeans, he felt voltage travel from that small touch up to his cock and he stiffened, swallowing nervously when she immediately turned to look at him. โ€œEverything okay, Dean?โ€ She asked, not moving her knees away, so it felt like a constant current travelling all over his body and leaving him out of breath.
โ€œThink youโ€™ll be okay if I go to the bathroom for a bit?โ€ He breathed out, starting to remove himself from her. She nervously looked to where the man was and caught his gaze. Dean grabbed her chin gently and forced her to look at him instead. โ€œDonโ€™t look at him, heโ€™ll take it as an invitation,โ€ he warned.
โ€œOh,โ€ she replied quietly, her cheeks turning pink as Dean distractedly ran his thumb across her bottom lip. Nothing seemed to be getting better, Dean shouldโ€™ve thought more clearly about his actions because now he was sure he was leaning in, and he couldnโ€™t stop it. Not when her pink lips were parted in surprise and her warm eyes were now looking at his lips as well.
His lips finally touched her soft ones and he felt himself melt against her as her small hands moved to hold his face. The kiss was innocent, perfect, just his lips moulded perfectly between hers and he pulled away nervously. She blinked at him and licked her lips as if checking that the kiss had happened after all from how fleeting it was.
โ€œSorry, Iโ€™ll, uh, Iโ€™m gonna go now-โ€ he moved his hand away from her chin and she dropped her hands from his face, frowning as he stared in slight surprise at the tent in his jeans.
โ€œDonโ€™t,โ€ she insisted, her hand landing on his knee and he turned red, nearly flinching at the way the warmth of her touch seeped through his jeans. She looked down to see what he was looking at and blushed even more. โ€œOh,โ€ she said again, and he felt himself get more embarrassed as he shifted uncomfortably.
โ€œIโ€™m really sorry,โ€ he repeated, and as soon as the words left his mouth the entire front of her body was pressed against his as she kissed him again. He moaned softly in surprise, his hands finding her waist instinctively to hold her close as her arms wrapped around his neck.
โ€œLet's get out of here,โ€ she murmured against his lips. She sucked gently on his bottom lip and his breath hitched as he nodded thoughtlessly. He had no idea where his brain was when she grabbed her phone, his hand, then dragged him out of the noisy bar, into the cold air that knocked a little sense into him now that he was wearing only a t-shirt. โ€œGodโ€ฆ youโ€™ve been driving me crazy, Dean.. for so long,โ€ she muttered breathlessly as she walked to his car.
โ€œI-I have?โ€ Dean stuttered, watching her small body ahead of him covered in his big, baby blue flannel. She was so short, the top of her head was slightly under his shoulders and he found her endearing again.
โ€œYes,โ€ she breathed out, stopping once they got to his car. Dean stared at her for a moment, the cold, evening air biting his cheeks and prickling his skin and she shivered, pulling his flannel closer around her body. โ€œYour keys, D?โ€ She asked and he blushed as he snapped out of his daydream.
โ€œIโ€™m sorry,โ€ he whispered and started digging into his pocket where he always had his keys, causing her to laugh quietly, watching him fumble with the keys. Her laugh sounded teasing, a little mockingโ€”pridefulโ€”and he shrunk a little as he unlocked the door and felt her cold hand slide up under the front of his shirt. โ€œShit,โ€ he gasped, shivering as her cold fingers brushed against his nipple. His knees buckled slightly and he held himself with his hand on the roof of his sleek and sexy Impala.
โ€œThis okay, D?โ€ She murmured, her other hand moving to unbuckle his belt. He looked around at the lonely, somewhat dark parking lot and then looked down at Y/Nโ€™s hand, watching her one hand expertly pull his belt off the buckle.
โ€œYouโ€™re so hot,โ€ he rasped, his cock twitching as if it were agreeing with his statement. She chuckled, bringing her other hand to his waist to hold him in place as she popped the button of his jeans without a struggle and carefully zipped it down. His hips involuntarily moved forward as she zipped down carefully and she bit her lip as she grinned at how responsive he was.
He squeezed his eyes shut as she sneaked her hand into his jeans, slowly rubbing at his erection over his boxers in up and down motions. He moaned softly, pressing his forehead against the cold, black metal of his car and she hummed softly when she got a feel of how big he was and pulled her hand out of his jeans.
He whined and she laughed again, pressing a soft kiss against his back. โ€œGet in, pretty boy,โ€ she smacked his ass and he chuckled, the mood becoming light, but still electrified with lust.
Before he could do anything, she started walking around the other side of his car. He watched her with wonder and adoration for a few moments, then came to his senses. He quickly got in and unlocked the door for her from inside, pulling it open just as she got there, greeting her with a playful smile that she returned, her eyes bright and mischievous as she admired his face.
โ€œThank you, sweetie,โ€ she said flirtatiously. He closed his door and waited for her to close hers before he moved forward and kissed her again, deeper. She smiled against his lips, opening up when he shyly licked between her lips. โ€œGod, Iโ€™m so wet,โ€ she moaned against his mouth. He pulled away immediately, staring at her with hunger as she licked her lips and rubbed her thighs together.
โ€œPut your seatbelt on,โ€ he told her, putting his own seatbelt on as he turned the Impala on and pulled out of the driveway. He was so relieved that their motel room was nearby, quickly getting out of his car and locking it as soon as she started to exit.
He was on her within seconds, his hands on her hips when he kissed her excitedly, forgetting about his jeans being open but not really caring as pressing himself this close to her hid anything from view. He felt her hands sneak into his back pockets and heard the quiet jingle of keys as he walked her backwards until she gently hit the door.
He didnโ€™t want to move, but it was cold and he was not going to have sex out in the open with her. She deserved better than that and if he had the money, heโ€™d be sleeping with her somewhere with much better ratings.
He pulled away from her lips, letting her turn around quickly to unlock the door and kissed her neck while holding onto her hips and letting her walk into the dark room. Whatever routine check he usually made before re-entering a room, suddenly didnโ€™t register. He kicked the door behind him closed, locking it blindly and heard her throw the keys on the table before she turned the lights on.
He slid his hands up her stomach to her breasts, kneading them gently. She rested her back against his body, letting him touch her, his thumbs swiping gently against her nipples over her shirt. She hummed softly, arching her back as he circled her nipples with light touches, and then rubbed and pinched them gently again.
He liked the weight of them in his hands, the warmth that seeped through the flimsy material against his palm. He rutted against her ass, moaning quietly when he remembered he just needed to tug his jeans down to feel more friction. She moved away from him, panting and turning to face him, her cheeks flushed and adorable.
โ€œYouโ€™re so hot, Dean,โ€ she praised, licking her lips as she checked him out, the messy locks of his hair, the pink that suffused across his freckled cheeks, his swollen and red lips, his haphazardly-on jeans. She shrugged his flannel off, leaving it on a nearby chair.
He started to take his shoes off when she did the same, feeling her body immediately pressed against his again. Warm and soft, her hands slid his shirt up, his skin breaking out in goosebumps, until the shirt was hitting the floor and her lips met his. He put his hands on her waist, moving backwards with her while her fingers tangled in his hair.
He was desperate for her. His tongue impatiently invaded her mouth which made her smile, the way his tongue licked at hers, trying to memorise the taste of her with every gentle caress of his tongue, took her breath away. He pulled away slightly, with his hands under her skirt, lowering the soft panties she wore. As they pooled around her ankles, she focused on tugging his jeans down, her lips exploring his chest and his stomach.
He closed his eyes, enjoying the warmth of her mouth on his body, the small licks of her wet tongue on his tensing muscles, her teeth scraping along his sensitive skin, and the way she sucked marks on his flesh made him moan softly. He knew he'd have those marks for a while, he wasnโ€™t even planning on covering them up either, heโ€™d probably cum looking at them as he thought of her like he always did.
He opened his eyes when he felt her fingers start to tug his boxers down. She was on her knees, pressing kisses to his hip bones, revealing more and more of his skin down to the dark patch of short hair and finally his cock. โ€œY/N,โ€ he whispered, his voice full of desire, his eyes searching hers, begging her quietly for anything to bring him pleasure.
โ€œWhat?โ€ She murmured, lifting her hand up to graze her fingertips along his cock. He gasped, biting his lip, watching his cock bob slightly at the faint touch she gave him. โ€œDean?โ€ She asked softly, wrapping her hand gently around his cock, her warm breath billowing over the tip of his cock, a bead of precum dripping down the tip. He nearly lost it when her eyes flickered down to see it, licking her lips at the sight before she gazed up at him again.
โ€œPlease, please,โ€ he whined, โ€œjust do anything, I-โ€ he moaned instead of completing his sentence, the feeling of her warm tongue licking at the tip closed up his throat and he squeezed his eyes shut. As fast as she put her mouth on him, she was pulling away which caused him to open his eyes, confusion pinching his brows together.
She leaned forward again, kissing the tip and moving her lips down to the base. His breath picked up again, his heart beating rapidly in his chest while his knees became weak.
He reached out to brush his fingers across her cheek, curling his fingers around the back of her neck, offering his cock to her mouth. Her stomach clenched watching him do it. Heat pooled between her legs as the hot tip of his cock lightly touched her lips and she opened her mouth to him. A loud moan rumbled in his chest causing her thighs to squeeze shut, aroused by the sounds he was making as she licked and sucked nearly all the way down.
Both hands grasped the side of her face, his thumbs caressing her soft cheeks as she drooled over his cock. She looked beautiful like this, he thought so as she hallowed her cheeks and pulled nearly all the way off to twirl her tongue around the head. She moved her head again, her tongue massaging beneath his cock, driving him crazier, the muscles in his stomach tensing when she hummed softly around him.
โ€œFuck, youโ€™re so good at this,โ€ he praised, guiding her face back and forth, going deeper and deeper. His pace was slow, watching his cock slide in and out of her mouth, warm, wet, and glistening with her saliva. Her hands held his hips at first, before one moved to the base of his cock, twisting tightly while her other fingers teased his balls.
He moaned, feeling her throat constrict around his cock, watching her eyes water with tears, but there was no sign she wanted to stop. โ€œIโ€™m gonnaโ€ฆ fuck, donโ€™t stop,โ€ he whispered, surprise replacing the fire of his orgasm when she pulled her mouth away from his cock completely. โ€œIs something wrong?โ€ He asked softly, letting her fingers wrap around his wrist as she got up to stand in front of him.
โ€œEverythingโ€˜s fine,โ€ she murmured with a smile, but Dean worriedly wiped her tears and leaned forward to kiss the mess around her mouth, his tongue lewdly cleaning up her saliva and his precum.
Her quiet laugh made him smile, his lips trailing down her jaw and neck when he realised she was answering honestly. He took his time savouring her skin beneath his tongue, worshipping the taste of her and sucking softly at her perfect skin, biting into her shoulder which made her hiss softly.
He guided her to sit on the bed, the bed they had shared while Daphne and Mallory shared the other. The bed he had jerked off in while she slept next to him, clueless that it was her that made him ejaculate faster than he ever had. His cock throbbed at the memory of her sleeping soundly next to him while he defiled her image in his head.
His fingertips tickled her sides in attempts to lift her crop top. His hot mouth was on her breasts, over the shirt he teased her nipples, turned on that she was braless. He silently thanked Daphne for dressing her tonight.
She arched her back, her chest rising and falling rapidly, matching her breaths and nearly her heartbeat as her clit throbbed, begging for attention. Unlike him, she didnโ€™t beg when he experimented with her body. His hands eventually found their way beneath her shirt and he was lifting it up her body, throwing it carelessly to the side.
He admired her for a few moments, turned on by how she squirmed, her legs parting to fit his body between them. He knew she must be achingly wet, but he focused his attention on her breasts, cupping them in his hands and kneading them gently, watching her reactions closely. His mouth was back on her breasts, his tongue circling around her nipple, lapping at it teasingly, and finally sucking gently.
She bit her lip when his fingers mimicked the same care as his tongue on her other breasts. His thumb made gentle circles around the tightened bud, then he started to swipe his thumb across, and finally rolled it between his fingers. He was pleased with how she was squirming, practically grinding down on the bed as he became rougher, pinching and biting softly until she finally moaned for him.
He pulled away, pushing her back gently and impatiently tugged her skirt down her legs. His hands grabbed beneath her soft thighs once the skirt was off and thrown out of sight. He kissed his way up the inside of her thighs, his mouth watering at the sight of her glistening folds.
She lifted herself up on her elbows, her adorable eyes catching Deanโ€™s. She observed the way he kissed the inside of her thighs, avoiding where she was currently dripping with need, all from sucking him off and hearing the sounds he made. She squirmed a little, hating the way he breathed against her pussy, never giving her any attention.
He bit his lip at the sight of her being impatient, he was a little amused by her narrowed eyes when he looked up at her. He gave in quickly, letting her feet rest on the bed with her knees bent. His tongue flicked at her clit, two of his fingers circling her entrance, causing him to moan upon feeling how slick his fingers became.
If thereโ€™s anyone heโ€™d love to have his tongue shoved into, it would be her. Heโ€™d yearned for her touch for far too long. It was torture when sheโ€™d sleep next to him and somehow end up cuddled up next to him, well, practically laying on top of him sometimes. Even patching her up the few times sheโ€™d been hurt, when his fingers would brush against her soft skin, he felt the voltage of her skin driving him crazy.
Heโ€™s wanted to kiss her for far too long. His lips had tingled every time he thought of kissing her, yearning to be pressed against hers. When both her dad and his dad worked together on hunts, they did the hard work and forced him to babysit her.
She was irritated by him because she was just a year younger than Dean. He was always distracted from research when he watched her bite her lip, leaving it swollen and red, wishing it was him who made them look like that. Or the way her pretty hands fidgeted with the book, wishing they were somewhere on his body instead.
He had all that now.
He shoved one finger inside her tight walls, feeling her warmth and the texture of her walls. He kissed her clit and pressed more kisses along her folds, removing his finger to kiss her entrance, his tongue pushing gently inside her. Her gasps, the way she squirmed and fisted the sheets satisfied him. The taste of her exploded his taste buds, a moan of satisfaction vibrating against her cunt while his hands found her thighs again.
He squeezed the flesh of her thighs in his warm hands, tasting her arousal before finding her clit again and massaging it with his tongue. Her hands moved into his hair, gentle tugs at the soft strands turned him on, letting go of one of her legs to push his finger into her again, smoothly moving in and out, curled gently against her walls.
Her heavy breaths filled his ears, his name quietly falling from her lips made his stomach flip excitedly and he started to suck her clit into his mouth excitedly. The moan she let out was sinful. A second finger prodded at her entrance, gently stretching her open while her fingers tightened against his hair. He pushed in slowly, removing his mouth from her clit to watch his two fingers slowly being pumped into her.
โ€œYouโ€™re so tightโ€ฆ Relax, sweetheart,โ€ he whispered, her hips wiggling in response. He bit his lip, but the way she squirmed allowed his fingers to push forward all the way. โ€œGood girl,โ€ he said softly, kissing his way up her body until he found her lips again, keeping his fingers buried inside her and starting to scissor them. She gasped against his mouth, her legs twitching open as he tried to loosen her up.
โ€œThis was not supposed to be about me..โ€ she murmured against his lips, moaning quietly as he slipped his tongue into her mouth, his tongue sensually rolling over hers. She wrapped her hand around his wrist, enjoying the way his thumb rubbed her clit in quick circles, his fingers still moving inside her before she started to push his hand away.
โ€œIโ€™m trying to get you readyโ€ฆโ€ he trailed off, sitting back on his legs, staring into her eyes as she followed him, sitting on his lap. โ€œIf my fingers can barely fit inside you,โ€ he whispered, grasping her thighs tightly when her wet pussy rubbed over his cock, โ€œhow am I supposed to fit inside you?โ€ He looked between their bodies, her hand attempting to wrap around his cock again, unable to fully fit her slim fingers around him.
โ€œYouโ€™re so sweet,โ€ she smiled at him. He blushed, staring into her eyes now, trying to keep them open with her hand tightening around him. She leaned forward to kiss him softly, his eyes fluttering close with her loving kiss, feeling his heart soar in his chest. The feeling of her kiss made him moan, his hips moving up impatiently. He was really missing out, heโ€™d never felt this way when he kissed someone.
She chuckled softly against his mouth, moving off him while he attempted to catch his breath. His eyes slowly opened to watch her, a little confused when she started to move around him, settling behind him. He looked over his shoulder at her, โ€œwhat are you doing?โ€ He asked breathlessly, shivering as her warm breath blew against the back of his neck when she laughed softly.
โ€œSomething Iโ€™ve always wanted to do to youโ€ฆโ€ she murmured, she grasped his chin, turning him just a bit more to kiss him, sucking on his bottom lip before she pulled away. A little smirk tugged at her lips when his breath hitch. โ€œIs that okay?โ€ She asked, moving her hands down the front of his body, his head bowed down to watch her hands stop at his thighs.
โ€œSure, baby, whatever you want,โ€ he replied, the muscles of his legs tensing. He shifted a little, sitting a little more comfortably and waited for her with anticipation, curiosity making him impatient. She dropped a kiss on his shoulder, his heart warming up with how loving and gentle she was while sitting behind him.
โ€œYouโ€™re not allowed to cum until I say so,โ€ she said suddenly. His smile faded and he swallowed, looking back at her to make sure he heard her right. The innocent look on her face made him feel like she was hiding way too many dirty fantasies and he nodded immediately. โ€œGood boy,โ€ she praised offhandedly. He inhaled sharply at the praise, his hips rolling up into her hand, and it made her laugh softly.
She moved her hand up and down slowly. In his mind, Dean nervously hoped he could hold back his orgasm and not cum after all. Her hands felt too soft, her thumb circled around the head, and precum was already starting to gather until she swiped her fingers across blindly. He stared down at her hand, amazed and enchanted. He wanted to take control and force her to go faster, but he secretly wanted this.
He wanted to relax, to give in to her, and to lose himself in her teasing. He hadnโ€™t been the one without control in so long that it was thrilling for him that she had even suggested it. Her of all peopleโ€”quiet, reserved, and a little shy. He was clearly wrong about her and he always suspected that he was wrong about her, that she was far deeper and far kinkier than even he was.
In his fantasies, she was a sex goddess. For some reason, she was always the one with the upper hand. He had no idea what it was about her that made him think that, didnโ€™t know if he somehow managed to figure her out in the midst of his horny thoughts or if it was simply his needs in the moment and happened to have been a coincidence that itโ€™s true.
The slow pace and tight grip slowly built up his need, as if she were reading his mind, his stomach becoming taut and his breath turning deep and shallow. Her other hand started to move up his hip and his eyes widened, distracted for a few moments before she started to pump his cock faster.
And that feeling of pleasure nearly blinded him from her hand on his peck, her fingers tracing his nipple so he could hardly feel it. That was the case until she pinched it and he hissed, feeling a tingling sensation after and continuing to feel it as she brushed her finger against it.
He arched his back, his hips jutting out as he tried to even out his breaths, but her hand was moving away from his chest. It slid down again, moving down the middle to his soft tummy, which felt nice and for some reason it turned him on, a pathetic moan slipping past his lip.
She started to kiss the freckled skin of his back, his skin suddenly a million times sensitive. He closed his eyes tightly, enjoying the feeling of her all over him, a strangled moan nearly choking him when she reached under his cock and squeezed his balls gently. He whined again, opening his eyes to watch her small hands giving him pleasure, taking him straight to the edge.
He was pink and throbbing in her hand and he felt his stomach becoming tight, about to spill himself over her hand, only for her to suddenly let go of his cock and move her hand out from under him. There was an uncomfortable ebb of losing his orgasm and he panted, confused for a few seconds before remembering that he wasnโ€™t allowed to cum until she gave him permission.
โ€œWhen can I cum?โ€ He whispered, looking over his shoulder. She smirked at him and he blushed looking forward almost instantly, feeling her move around behind him, her breasts against his back when she rested her chin on his shoulder.
โ€œWhen you start to sound pretty,โ€ she murmured into his ear, kissing down his neck and sucking a light mark. He groaned, a little frustrated by that because he wasnโ€™t sure he could sound pretty, but also from enjoyment at the suction of her mouth on his skin. She wrapped her arms around his waist, leaving a few more marks down his clavicle and on his shoulder.
Her hands returned to his cock and Dean lost track of time as she denied him release over and over and over. Heโ€™d never felt so lost in the cloudy haze of lust and his body had never felt so sensitive. He felt like he could explode and he was unaware of the sounds that he let out at this point.
It was the pretty sounds that sheโ€™d been talking about. He was whining loudly, his back arched against her body, and his hands were fisting the sheets so tight he thought his nails might tear through them. He panted, sweaty and flushed when she let go of him again, the intervals of her teasing getting shorter because he was so close he didnโ€™t need much more to cum.
He sounded pathetic, his hair sticking to his forehead, messy from her pulling it or from comforting him when he sobbed and whimpered, begging so endearingly for her to let him cum. And each time she would kiss him hard and hot, her tongue into his mouth, teeth clashing, and then sheโ€™d pull away to continue what she was doing to him.
It was torture, her pretty hands were slick and it was all from his precum, beads of it dribbled down her fist and between her fingers like when sheโ€™d held the condensing beer bottle. His cock was red and sensitive, throbbing painfully and harder beyond any other occasion heโ€™d ever been in.
He wiggled in place, writhing in her hands, his hips thrusting up desperately into her fist until her other hand held him place. Her fingers dug into his hipbone and he whined loudly, leaning over and burying his face in the pillow to cry out, his toes curling from the overwhelming need to cum.
When he did that, sheโ€™d change the angle she fisted his cock with and the soft head of his cock would brush against the sheets and he nearly lost it, her hand coming up to swipe over and around the tip, and back down. She let his cockhead brush aginst the sheets, gently twisting her hand and putting extra attention under the head of his cook. He shoved her hands away when it became too much, burying his face deeper into the pillow to whimper.
She laughed behind him, watched his body fall flat on the bed with his hands under the pillow as he squeezed it against his sweaty and tearful face. His hips began grinding against the bed and he whimpered. She bit her lip, rubbing her clit with her wet fingers and then smacked his ass.
He wiggled his butt a little, sheโ€™d spanked him occasionally throughout the night and he enjoyed it a lot more than he thought he would. He started to mumble something under the pillow and he lifted his hips up, keeping the top of his body down against the matters and she moaned quietly at his obedience.
โ€œPlease,โ€ he begged breathlessly, turning his face to the side so he could speak, then his hand went to his cock and he started to jerk himself off slowly. Heโ€™d been babbling the whole night, saying partial sentences through grunts and moans, broken and interrupted words slipped out from between his pretty pink lips, but all that he could manage perfectly was โ€˜pleaseโ€™.
He felt better than drunk, better than high on drugs, heโ€™d much rather be at her mercy like this every night. Even as his balls pulled tightly and his cock ached, he preferred this feeling above anything in the world. If he ever felt like this again, all he would feel is her, all he would be able to see is her, heโ€™d only ever hear her, and always only taste her. He doubted anyone would take the time to make him feel like this, but she did and one part of his brain should have wondered where their friends were, but frankly even if he wasnโ€™t delirious, he wouldnโ€™t give a shit.
Heโ€™d let her edge him with them aroundโ€”watching him, heโ€™d beg to cum because he needed it. It was different now, the way he felt so safe and warm all over, like a pile of melted marshmallows and she was the fire. She stood up on her knees behind him and he prepared himself for her by letting go of his cock, not expecting the smack on his ass, but definitely preparing for a second one.
โ€œYou wanna come, D?โ€ She asked with a grin, her hands moved up his hips and he pushed back against her, whining softly and nodding.
โ€œLet me cum, please, I wanna cum so bad,โ€ he whimpered, โ€œneed it so bad, please, please.โ€ She grabbed his hair and tugged it roughly, squeezing her thighs together when he moaned out another plea to let him come, babbling words pouring from his mouth and into the pillow. It was muffled, but she could easily make out the words now, her hand moved between his legs and he gasped when she started to tug at his cock quickly, mercilessly pumping his sensitive penis.
She watched the muscles in his back become taut and tense, it was like art and the freckles frosted over his sweet skin only added to his beauty. She licked her lips and her hand landed on his ass again, the sting of it making him groan. When she rubbed the red skin, he let out a little mew that left her slick down her thighs. After another slap on his ass, a more pathetic sound was pulled out of him. She could hear it clearly because he moved his face to the side again in order to breathe.
โ€œYouโ€™re so good for me, Dean,โ€ she praised, and he eyed her with pretty wide eyes, his pretty eyelashes sticking together from actual tears of not being able to cum. โ€œLook at you, baby, youโ€™re so beautiful, so pretty,โ€ she told him breathlessly, squeezing his cock and he moaned.
โ€œWanna be inside you,โ€ he begged, โ€œwanna be inside you when I cum, please.โ€ He started to wiggle a little and she let go of his cock, letting him sit up, making her way around him and let him pull her into his lap. He kissed her softly with an iron grip on her hips, but he didnโ€™t make another move, just let her know his needs, but otherwise gave her control over whether or not sheโ€™d let him finally cum.
As heโ€™d unfortunately suspected, she wasnโ€™t going to give in to him just yet, but at least he could see her now. Heโ€™d wondered how she gazed at him the whole time she was torturing him, but when she broke the kiss, the hungry look in her eyes kept him still and in the same needy headspace. He liked it.
He liked the way her lust was entwined perfectly with tenderness, her thumb brushing against his cheekbone, a soft smile on her kiss-swollen lips. He leaned into her touch, his heart beating fast and loud in his ears, his cheeks red and shiny from sweat. His green eyes were clear, pupils dilating when looking into hers, his lips plump and soft, lashes still damp. He truly looked beautiful. More so than usual.
He admired her in return, taking in the flush on her cheeks and how captivated she looked when she gazed at him. Her lips were pulled between her teeth, her eyes trailing over his sweaty, freckled body to admire every inch of him. Even scrutinised under her gaze, his cock twitched, as if wanting her attention as well, and it did catch her attention which furthered his embarrassment.
He swallowed, his throat dry from all his pathetic and uncontrolled breathing. She lifted herself a little and kissed his forehead, he smiled softly, grateful and floaty when her lips moved down his face and to the other side, down his nose, to his cheeks and finally a kiss on his lips again.
He moaned against her mouth, still feeling distracted by how hard he was. She moved her lips down his neck, not caring that his skin was salty when she licked up the column of his throat. He shuddered, squirming delightfully when her teeth grazed his pulse, a little bite making him moan again.
He felt her smirk against his skin, felt himself struggle not to whine and whimper like a whore, her hands flat on his chest. She used her teeth and tongue over his clavicle, really making things impossible for him when she licked and nibbled at his nipples. He never thought heโ€™d enjoy it, but he was hypersensitive everywhere at this point, and the strange pleasure that sent jolts down to his throbbing cock only made him more desperate and horny.
She was making her way down his stomach, licking the light outline of his abs, and sucking marks on his hip bones. He slowly lowered himself onto his back, gasping when she breathed against his cock, but she pulled away and like heโ€™d been doing all night, he begged for her return. His words jumbled but she understood what he was asking, she just ignored him, took both his hands and kissed his wrists, right on his pulse.
It was so fucking romantic, he felt himself turn red and his heart swooned. Even when she put his hands on her breasts, guiding him to move his fingers and tease her nipples in similar ways sheโ€™d done to him. He pulled himself out of the daze to give her a little something, anything. He just wanted to make her feel good too, even if he just wanted to plunge his dick into her, he kept his hips down and squeezed her breasts roughly.
His thick fingers tweaked and pinched each nipple, budding them and watching them tighten under his gaze. His lips parted and he whined at her, silently asking for her to let his mouth do the work. She laughed through her nose, leaning over him so he could wrap his lips around her nipple, a little purr vibrating through her chest when the pleasure intensified with the heat of his mouth, little suck, and gentle scrapes of his teeth.
She stroked the side of his face, rocking her hips against his, his aching cock finally getting a feel of how hot and wet she was. Her soaked pussy slid along his cock and he gasped, her nipple falling out of his mouth, but she squeezed his cheeks painfully in one small hand, her brows rising. It was a little threat that he nodded at and then took her other nipple into his mouth, moaning rather loudly.
She panted, leaning one arm beside his head and cupping the back of his neck with her other. Both of his hands grasped her hips, somewhat guiding her movements. It was the most control heโ€™s had all night and he was enjoying it. When he bent his knees, feeling more desperate, she moved her chest away, seemingly pleased when she cupped her breasts and rubbed her thumbs over her glistening nipples.
It was so hot, but she lifted her hips slightly over his so he wouldnโ€™t rub himself against her anymore. He purposely took his cock at the base and started to slide the spongey, leaking tip through her folds, a gasp leaving both their lips when he started on her clit and moved down. He worked his hips upwards, focusing on her clit and then moved down to her weeping entrance, finding it so easy to slip the head inside her and his breath stuttered at the feeling of her hot walls clenching tightly around the head of his cock.
โ€œHey, I didnโ€™t say you could do that, did I?โ€ She asked, moving away from him, sitting on her legs and squeezing her thighs together because she really enjoyed it. He shook his head apologetically and looked away a little ashamed. She smiled at him, a little wicked smile that made him shift anxiously, his hands awkwardly playing with the sheets. โ€œItโ€™s okay, youโ€™ve been good all night, D,โ€ she reassured him, leaning down to kiss his cheek and his jawline.
โ€œIโ€™ll keep being good, Iโ€™m sorry, baby,โ€ he apologised, his eyes wide and puppy-ish. She smiled at him, her eyes softening. She gave him a quick peck on the lips, thoughtfully tapping at his lower lip.
โ€œWanna make it up to me?โ€ She asked innocently, to which he nodded fervently. Instead of telling him what to do, she threw her legs over his waist and he waited patiently for her to move. When she started to crawl up his body, his cock throbbed, bobbing with excitement at the very sight of her slick folds.
She wiggled her hips, letting them hover above his mouth teasingly. She waited with a smirk until he whined to drop her hips onto him. Her pussy silenced his whine and he moaned instead, his hands squeezing her ass roughly, pulling her down onto his mouth harder, his tongue finally tasting her again.
Her arousal coated his lips and she gasped, screwing her eyes shut when he sucked down her swollen clit. Now he knew how turned on she was, the sweet and slightly tangy taste of her slick lit fireworks on his taste buds once again. He greedily swallowed the mixture of her juices and his saliva, his mouth watering, practically drooling over her cunt.
She held onto the headboard, moaning when he shoved his tongue into her pussy, the short muscle wiggling inside her warm cunt and sliding out so hotly she reached down to take handfuls of his hair and started to tug as gently as she could.
Her hips undulated against his face, his nose rubbing against her clit and now she was controlling him again. Reminding him constantly that she still had the upper hand, particularly when she said things to him like, โ€œyou have such a fuckable face, D.โ€ She was out of breath and he looked up at her from between her legs, whining loudly when he saw her with her back arched and her head tipped back in pleasure. โ€œMake me cum, D, be a good boy and make me cum all over your face.โ€
When he nodded, his tongue slipped out of her and his nose brushed quickly over her clit, making her moan out his name. He wanted to grab his cock and relieve some of the pent up frustration but instead, he easily plunged two fingers into her wet hole and sloppily started to scissor them inside her.
He sucked her clit into his mouth, lapped at her stretched entrance, and watched her squirm above him. Her hips still moved against his face, but this time, she alternated between fucking herself on his fingers and letting his mouth do itโ€™s job on her clit. It drove him crazy how hedonistic she was when sheโ€™d languidly pleasured him the whole night. If she rode his cock this desperate and fast, he wouldnโ€™t last much longer.
When he pulled his fingers out, she whined. His stomach tightened and his cock bobbed, frantic for attention and throbbing for her weeping cunt. She shifted her hips a little and let go of the headboard, her hand instead moving behind her and flat on his sweaty chest while she began using his mouth to get off. She moaned wantonly, her lips parted, and he became thrilled when he recognised that this was her Iโ€™m close face.
โ€œDean,โ€ she moaned, โ€œI love your mouth,โ€ she gasped, โ€œso good for me.โ€ He moaned in response, starting to suck her clit roughly which made her tense up, a strangled moan tearing its way through her as she orgasmed. She rode his face until her orgasm subsided and then she moved off his face, sitting on her legs again, her clit still throbbing.
He stared at her in awe, gazed at her now that she came and she looked right at him with a similar look on her face. Sheโ€™d never done anything like that before and she was sure Dean had single-handedly ruined all men for her on her first time. There was never gonna be someone who was this good at sex and she really didnโ€™t want to try putting herself out there to verify that information. She wanted Dean all to herself, but she kept that possessive thought to herself.
โ€œOh, youโ€™re a mess, D,โ€ she murmured, staring at the slick around his mouth and on his nose. He shrugged, watched her lean down and his lips parted, ready for her kiss which she gave him. She moaned against his mouth, licking against his soft tongue without a care in the world that she could taste herself or that she was smearing the same slick over her own mouth.
She pulled away and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, taking her discarded shirt to clean his mouth with tenderness in her touch and eyes.
โ€œCan I cum now? I need you so bad, Y/N,โ€ he asked timidly. He sat up and shoved the pillows away to take their place, not caring that one landed on the floor. His cock was a furious red colour, standing up straight and resting rigidly against his tummy, leaving it sticky with his precum.
โ€œWant me to ride you?โ€ She asked, staring at him with a little smile.
โ€œYes, I want you on my dick,โ€ he moaned softly.
โ€œLet me have a tasteโ€ฆโ€ she murmured, lowering herself so she could be levelled with his erect penis. He cursed softly under his breath, catching her licking her lips before her hot mouth overwhelmed his cock with pleasure. His hand instinctively moved to the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her soft hair. Her tongue licked up his precum, moaning at the taste of him and taking him into her mouth.
She bobbed her head, taking more and more of him each time and then stopped before he could reach her throat. She hollowed her cheeks and sucked, nearly pulling off and then moving back down, drool coated his cock and she pulled away completely with a loud pop.
He thought that was it, when she started to move between his legs, but instead she took him in her mouth again, but instead started to take him deeper. His breath stuttered with each extra inch of him that she took.
He gathered her hair and stared at her in amazement, nearly hitting his head a little too hard against the wall at the feeling of her throat constricting around him. He grunted, not really knowing if he wanted to yank her hair and kiss her senseless or if he wanted to fuck her mouth fast and hard. He whined when her nose was pressed against his pelvis, her warm breath coming in and out through her nose with great skill, but he didnโ€™t dwell on it when he felt himself move in and out of her throat.
โ€œHoly fuck, Y/N,โ€ he gasped, trying very hard to keep his hips still and failing miserably when he started to thrust up into her mouth, but it was her final attempt at torturing him and when his balls drew up, his stomach becoming rigid with the close proximity of his orgasm, she pulled her mouth off him all the way and licked her lips while smirking at him. โ€œPlease, why?โ€
โ€œBecause,โ€ she started, sitting in his lap, โ€œI want you to finish inside me.โ€ His breath hitched at her words, looking down between their bodies and observing how she guided his dick to her entrance the way he had done earlier.
He didnโ€™t even have to whine, whatever sentence heโ€™d started to form in attempts to convince her to let him cum died on his tongue when she lowered herself all the way down. Slowly and easily from how soaked she was, she sat herself down on his lap and his hands found a way to ground him to reality by resting on her hips tightly.
She continued to drip around him, finding the way he effortlessly glided in and out of her so ridiculously hot. She rested her hands on his chest to help keep her steady as she bounced on his lap, ignoring the feeling of her thighs burning from her efforts because of how good it felt when her clit pressed against his pelvic bone.
She looked at him before he could manage to get his heavy eyes open, both becoming entranced by each other like the sun had peaked through dark rain clouds and rays of sunlight revealed the truth to them. They were truly looking at one another, seeing the person who was making all these feelings and emotions intensify impossibly. It was intimate, the way suddenly it wasnโ€™t about getting off, but about having each other and feeling good while they were vulnerable.
He lifted his hips up, meeting her hips each time, only after sharing a soft and passionate kiss, did he close his eyes again. He relished in the feeling of her around him, in the way she held him close with the fingers of one of her hands buried in the short hair at the back of his head. Her palm rested over his heartbeat, nearly following the rapid beat each time their hips met, and he felt so warm.
It was a new feeling that nearly terrified him into stopping, but sheโ€™d kissed that fear away, her lips moving against his distractingly so that he forgot he wanted to run before she realised he wasnโ€™t good enough. Before he fell harder only for her to abandon him like everyone else had. He couldnโ€™t go through that again, but the way she sank her teeth into his lower lip and tugged with a little moan made him forget what he was thinking about.
โ€œFuck,โ€ he groaned, completely blindsided by his orgasm. He only felt her pull away from his lips to look at him when he spilled inside her. The warmth of it made her shudder and she kissed him again, muffling his moan with a rough kiss. She pulled away when her walls spasmed around him, his cum oozing out of her and mixing with hers. He grunted her name and gazed at her tiredly when she rode out her orgasm, his name quietly falling from her lips.
She cursed quietly, placing her forehead on his shoulder and moved her hands back on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close and enjoying the warmth of her body against his, for as long as it lasted. He kissed the side of her head, gently tracing her skin, trying not to think about anything negative.
He wasnโ€™t sure he could make himself stop thinking, not when he felt her relax in his arms. The silence that fell over them didnโ€™t help either, but what was he supposed to say? He didnโ€™t exactly plan on this happening, not with her, and he knew she didnโ€™t plan for this to happen either. Even if they had fantasies about it happening, now that it had, what were they gonna say? Where would they go from here?
He doubted she would even want anything to do with him. He shifted beneath her, his anxiety getting the best of him. โ€œLetโ€™s get cleaned up,โ€ he said softly, brushing her hair away from her face and kissing her cheek. He didnโ€™t really wanna talk about it, but he knew heโ€™d have to at some point because he cared about her a lot more than he ever would for some random lay.
He grunted softly when she moved off him, but she seemed to sense that something was up with him. โ€œDean,โ€ she laughed softly, trying to ease the tension that built up. He looked up at her innocently, a blush blazing its way up his face when she took his chin in her hand and kissed him. โ€œHey, whatโ€™s wrong?โ€
She had to ask.
He leaned in to kiss her and shook his head, โ€œnothing.โ€ She narrowed her eyes at him, but kissed him back anyway, getting off the bed. He followed her lips and only pulled away when she let go of his face. Her little laugh made his face soften, but fear nagged at his heart and made it flutter.
He breathed to calm himself, building up his walls and getting ready to act casual, as if she were any other woman heโ€™d take to his room. It failed miserably, when he got up and followed her into the bathroom, and saw her cleaning herself with a towel. She blushed when she saw him, freezing with the towel between her legs.
He apologised, but she smiled, and he stayed to clean himself.
He dared to look in the mirror, watched her wash her hands after dumping the towel, her hair dishevelled sexily, similar to what his own hair looked like now. It felt so domestic. Soโ€ฆ like everything he secretly wished he could have instead of being a hunter, like all those policed dreams and secret wishes heโ€™d never allow himself to dwell on because it hurt so bad that he couldnโ€™t have it. He wasnโ€™t allowed to.
But she tore all that up, with her compassion and her determination, her dedication to being there for him and indulging his inner-child without complaints. She didnโ€™t stop him from doing something he wanted to do, even if it was childish. She listened to him, to all his sad thoughts and all the things he was passionate about. She was home. He could be himself, happy, sad, whatever it was he could just bare his soul to her and sheโ€™d treat every ounce of it with tenderness and love.
After every bad case, sheโ€™d be there to caress and comfort his soul, and after every good day, sheโ€™d celebrate with him. When his father and her father went off to do the killing and left the two of them together, sheโ€™d help him do research, heโ€™d teach her to cook when they had nothing to do, and he took her out to get ice cream because even she got tired of being indoors. And every time there was an event in the city or town they were in, sheโ€™d surprise him and take him there to experience it.
Itโ€™s like theyโ€™ve been together forever, not just as friends, but as lovers. Neither of them dared to speak of what was going on between them, both were too scared the magic would fade because of their fear of what would happen once they acknowledged it. This was different to him, he had friends that he cared about nearly as much as he cared about Y/N, heโ€™d do all that with them, but it was different with her.
When he looked at his few close friends in utter adoration, it was different from when he looked at her, and he died a little inside all those times people teased him for looking so in love with his friends, thinking she could see it too. It made him wonder if she knew how he felt somehow and just didnโ€™t make a move because she didnโ€™t feel the same, or if she took the way he looked at her and thought thatโ€™s how he looks at his friends too, because it simply wasnโ€™t true.
She was it for him. He put all his friends on a pedestal and he was painfully loyal to them, heโ€™d die for them and heโ€™d fall apart if he ever lost them, but if he ever lost her, he just wouldnโ€™t survive a second more, even if Sam were still here.
โ€œIโ€™m gonna put something on,โ€ she announced, her voice coming out gently. He nodded at her and stared at himself for a few moments before being absorbed into his thoughts again. Would she wait for him to finally not be afraid? Could he ask that of her? He wanted her, he needed her in his life, felt more affection for her than any other person in his life and he knew heโ€™d never love anyone that intensely.
He doesnโ€™t ever meet people that stick around long enough for him to find that out, but with her. How could he not? How could he not be in love with her when they are so similar and yet so different? It was the perfect balance, at least he thought so. She was always there to pick him up and always there when he was happy. Sheโ€™d seen the ugliest parts of him and sheโ€™d stayed by his side after all of it.
They shared a million things together, both new and old, and he knew what he had with her was far more than friendship because of how many times his dreams were plagued with her being the one heโ€™s with. When heโ€™d read books out of boredom in secret, if they happened to have romances, heโ€™d always picture her and himself and feel so pathetic for doing so.
His most favourite thing to imagine was that she was Penelope and he was Odysseus, that sheโ€™d love only him despite a million suitors throwing themselves at her. That no matter how much more stable, normal, and good looking they were, it was him she wanted. He imagined that sheโ€™d wait for him just as long and yearn for him for ages, just to see him, to be with him. If sheโ€™d actually do that, he didnโ€™t know.
He stepped into the room again and saw her wearing his baby blue flannel. He stopped again to admire her, with her hair in a messy ponytail, strands falling randomly down her face while she looked in her bag for something. Her teeth pulled at her lower lip and her brows were drawn together in focus. All of this really reminded him of times when his mother was trying to look for something while his dad just admired her, and it hurt.
โ€œWhat are you looking for?โ€ He asked, watching her relax and smile up at him. She moved a strand out of her face and her hand fell on her thigh loudly.
โ€œMy phone,โ€ she laughed breathlessly, โ€œdid I leave that in the car?โ€ She wondered to herself, her eyes only then flickering down to his dick. He looked down at himself and with a blush, he started to get dressed, slipping on his boxers and jeans.
โ€œIโ€™ll go check, sweetheart,โ€ he took his keys and she thanked him quietly. He smiled and kissed the top of her head before heading out, his boots stomping on the ground the whole way to his car. He heard her phone ring a few times and easily found it under the passenger seat, lighting up with Daphneโ€™s name. โ€œShit,โ€ he muttered, answering quickly.
โ€œBabe,โ€ she slurred.
โ€œItโ€™s Dean,โ€ Dean cleared his throat and chuckled, stepping out of his car he heard Daphne choke a little over the phone.
โ€œStill applies,โ€ she teased. There was a long pause and Dean became concerned. โ€œDid you two finally fuck?โ€ She whispered before Dean could say anything and this time Dean nearly choked, a blush crawling up his face.
โ€œNo,โ€ he said unconvincingly, crossing an arm over his chest.
โ€œOh, my God! You did!โ€ She shouted and he cringed, pulling the phone away from his ear. โ€œFinally, youโ€™re both so in love!โ€ She said a little more quietly.
โ€œN-No, weโ€™re not,โ€ he stuttered, rolling his eyes.
โ€œDean, be fucking for real,โ€ she scolded, โ€œher eyes literally light up like a million stars when she looks at you and you do the same. Trust me, I know,โ€ she said matter-of-factly. Her words made his stomach do flips, both enjoying the prospect that she looked at him with love in her eyes and also hating that he was so obvious about his feelings towards her. โ€œAnyway, please pick us up,โ€ she whined, breaking him from his thoughts.
โ€œUs?โ€ Dean wondered, confused about who this other person was.
โ€œYeah! Itโ€™s an old friend from highschool. Sheโ€™s awesome and Y/N misses her so bad!โ€
โ€œUh, right. Weโ€™ll be there in a few.โ€ Dean shrugged and looked confused still.
โ€œThanks! Bye!โ€ She hung up and he laughed, finally making his way back to the room, where Y/N was now wearing some jeans and a pink sweater. He could easily tell she wasnโ€™t wearing a bra underneath and it turned him on, especially after finding out she may have the same feelings towards him after all.
โ€œDaph called your phone, we need to pick her up,โ€ he told her, handing her the phone. She smiled, thanking him again and reaching out to take it only for him to tug her into him. She looked at him with confusion, but didnโ€™t fight when he kissed her again, his lips soft and the kiss gentle. He felt her relax in his arms again, her kiss turning just as loving as his before he pulled away, his thumbs stoking her cheeks. โ€œIf my dad finds out I had sex with you, heโ€™s going to kill me,โ€ Dean said suddenly and she laughed from how unexpected it was to hear him say that.
โ€œHe doesnโ€™t need to knowโ€ฆโ€ she trailed off, smiling deviously, โ€œand if he does find out, he better get used to it because weโ€™re doing that again.โ€ He smirked at her words, still cupping her face in his hands and leaning down to kiss her, making it last longer than before to pour his love into it.
โ€œLetโ€™s go pick them up first, and then round two,โ€ he murmured, pecking her lips. She smiled against his mouth and reciprocated the chaste kiss.
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