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૮ – ﻌ–ა

ฅ•ﻌ•ฅ

૮₍˶• . • ⑅₎ა

૮ • ﻌ - ა

૮₍˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶₎ა

૮₍´˶• ᴥ •˶`₎ა

૮₍ • ᴥ • ₎ა

૮ • ﻌ - ა

૮・ﻌ・ა

૮ • ᴥ • ა

૮ ’• ˕ •` ა

ㅤ૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა ㅤㅤㅤ(๑•́ ᎔ ก̀๑)ㅤㅤㅤ૮ ˊ͈ . ˋ͈ ა

૮₍ ´𖦹 ˕ ×` ₎აㅤㅤ૮₍ ˶• ˔ ต ₎აㅤㅤ૮₍ ๑ • ᵜ ก ๑ ₎ა࣪

ㅤ(˵ˊᯅˋ˵) ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ•᷄ࡇ•᷅

ㅤ૮₍｡´• ˕ •`｡₎აㅤㅤ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎აㅤㅤㅤฅ՞•ﻌ•՞ฅ

ㅤ૮₍´˶• . • ⑅ ₎აㅤㅤ૮ ◞ ﻌ ◟ ა ㅤㅤ૮₍´• ˕ •`₎ა

ㅤ૮₍´˶ᵔｪᵔ˶`₎აㅤㅤ૮₍⇀‸↼‶₎აㅤㅤ(⑉･̆⌓･̆⑉)

ㅤ૮₍ ˃̵ࡇ˂̵ ₎აㅤㅤㅤ₍ᐢ˵• ࿁ กᐢ₎ㅤㅤㅤ꒰˵ˊᯅˋ˵꒱

ㅤ₍ᐢ⸝⸝› ‹⸝⸝ᐢ₎ ㅤ ㅤ૮₍｡ •᎔• ｡₎ა ㅤ ㅤ ꒰˵• ﻌ •˵꒱

ㅤㅤᐢ. ֑ .ᐢㅤㅤㅤㅤ૮ / / / ⍝ა

୭̥⋆*｡ › ˎˊ˗ ➫ 馬夫 🌷⚘ ೃ ⊹ ൣ ₰ ૢ་༘ ۪۪̥° ࿂ ﹆ ∅ 𖤍 ۝

༊ ⌬ ꨄ ೨ ᵕ̈ 𖣦 ✎ ஜ ಌ ࿐ ִֶָ ⅋ ⎓ ૪ ⌑ ␥ ■ ♧ ۣۜ ᪥ ᬁ ᯼ ༻ ❑ ⌗ ✿ ⊹ (:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅) ⊹ ·˚ ༘♡🌿 ཻུ۪۪₊˚ ━☆*:₀. ℘·˚ ༘ 𐀔 ଓ 𐂴─◌✰್ ﹪ 嗨 ꗃ⌗ ✿ೃ 𓈈 𓂃 ⿻ 〥 ✎⋯ ㊈ ・❥・⌇⌲ ❐ ➵ ㅎ J 𓂅 ୨୧ ⋆¸*ೃ☼ ๑ˊૢᵕˋૢ๑ ｡な 현진 𓈀 🌱 𓏲 𝗯ꭎnᵰִyﹾ 𓈈 🎀 🜸 : ⿻⋆ʚ♡⃛ɞ ୭̥⋆*｡ ᜊ 您⠀🌷⠀∿✧ ▸ ִֶָ 𖥔 ࣪˖ . ֺ ָ ֙⋆ ་ ﹏ ⁝ ⊹ ୨ ᦾ𓂃𓃠 ☾ ⊹ 🌱 ∗ഒ ﾉ ༝ ⑅ ʚ ɞ ⋮ ✖ Üッꆛ ∷ ❐ ╳ ◎ ღ :°ஐ ⋆⑅˚₊ ◌༉‧ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ♡.°୭̥ ୨୧ ⋆ぇ⸝ ੭ ᳝ ◝ ៹࣪ 𓍢🥞𝅄 仌🍂⭒𖥻 ₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑*̑˚̑*̑❝ ˟̑ ↬ •° ✿ .•° ❀♡ 𖤜 ⸙ ຯ ໒ ೨ 𖧧 Ꮺ 𖧷 𓏲 𖥨 ꫂ ζ ╲ 𓍯 ࣪

ᘏ࣭🐰‹𝟹 ꗃ﹟⛓𓂃𝆹 ✿𝆬 🍭୧⩩ ʚ ♡⃛ ɞ ༉ ‧ ₊ ˚ ✧ ┊ ༑ ࿐ྂ ➳ ⍤⃝♡ 彡 ✥ ❥ Ꮠ ➜ ᎒ ☈ ❁⊰ 「❀」 . .⃗ . ༉‧₊˚✧ . ˚ ⚘ ˏ`୭̥*ೃ*ૢ✧ ཻུ۪۪ ೫` ⃟ ཹ։❀ ꔛ⃟⿻ྀ⃕    ⃝༘⃕🍒´݈  🎐 ·۪۫ˑ݈↷✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

┆ ┆ ┆ ┆⋆

┆ ┆ ┆જ ✾ ˚ ₊⠀⠀ ᘏ⑅ᘏ ₊ ✩ ｡

˚ ✩ ૮꒰˵• ᵜ •˵꒱ა ｡ ˚

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ °

┆彡

❀ ぽ  ﹟ ‹𝟹 ៸៸ ✿𝆬 ୭ ﹏ ੭ ໒〝 ҂ ִֶָ ꃋᴖꃋ

𖦹 ∞ ᘏ ᨒ 𖥻 爱 ᠈ ꐑ ꗃ ᨵ 🀋 ᥫ᭡ 𝕬 ℼ ⍝ 𓂄 ᰓ 𖠁 𖤜 ⸙ ຯ ໒ ೨ 𖧧 Ꮺ 𖧷 𓏲 𖥨 ꫂ ζ 𖥧 ᖭི༏ᖫྀ ୫ ૪ 𓄹 𓏲 𓍯 ❏ ❐ ❒ ❑ ҂ ᨒ 𖥻 ⿻ 〃 ˝ ⋆ ★ ☆ 𖤐 𖦹 ᪤ ໒ 𐂴 ꉂ 𖤐 ♡̷̸⁩ ִֶָ ٠ ᭡ ꕤ 𓈀 っ ⌗ 𓄹 ❞ ❝ ┈ ᎒ ⦂ ᘏ ꕤ 金 𓈈 𓂃 𖠿 ཿ ༘✰ ༘ ˚· ୨୧’ ♡･ﾟ✧ᵕ꒳｡ﾟ೫ ‧₊ ♡˳೫˚∗ ഒ♡ ·˚ ༘ ‧₊˚ ୭̥⋆｡ ˚₊✩‧₊ ༉₊˚✧ 𖤐₊♡̆̈ 𓍲 𓍱 ꪔ̤̥ 𓍯 ꊞ 𓂃

₊ ˚ ✩ ｡˚ ˚☽

˚ ₊ ·̩͙. ᘏ▸◂ᘏ .·̩͙ ₊ ✩ ｡

˚ ✩ ꒰ ɞ̴̶̷ ·̮ ɞ̴̶̷ ꒱ ｡ ˚ ꒰ 💌 ꒱ ♡ ༘°⁣ お

₊˚｡ *ଘ_(")(") ₊ ˚ ✩

‘’’’’ꕤ’’’’’’’’’’’’’’ꕤ’’’’’’’’’

ꕤ ꕤ˚

𖧷 𖤘 ヾ 𖠣 𖠴 𖤠 𖥸 ᵎ ⸙ 。҂ ≛ ⃝ ꗷ ‹3 〃 ꞋꞌꞋ ᰍ 𖠌 ᜊ🎀 ꒰ 💭 ꒱ ↻ 圣战 🍈 ˒ 🌱 ៸៸ Ꮺ ១ 𖦹͏ ๑՞ ๑⇢ ≋ ᵎᵎ 𓈀 ♡̸᳝ ＾ ˓ 𖥧 𖣂 𓂃 ֶָ֢ ㇴ 𖤐 𓍢 𐪔 ⫘ ≀ 𔒌 ⩨ 𐑣 ︶ ♡ ᨳ オ 𓏴 ⌓ ꒧ ⎙ 𓂅 ⦂ ୨ ꩜ 𓄹 𝆬 ᠉ 𓍯 ៚ 𓆦𖠿 𑁍﹪ 니 𓈈 ⌁ 𝟢. ⊱┊ ✎ ༊*·˚ ଂคุม 𖣈 𓏞ᜃ ஜ۩۞۩ஜ ۞ •⊰⊹ ↛ ↝ ↠ ⇝  ↣ ↦ ↬ ⇀  ⇁ ⇉ ⇏ ⇒ ✎   ✐   ✑   ✁   ✃   ✄ ෴   ண   ஜ   ۝   ۞    ⃟⁞⃟⟢   ⃟   ⟢ ୭࿔ ⎙ ✩ ✼　｡ﾟ･　☆　° ｡ㅤ→ ༄ ‧₊˚ 「 」 ⇢ ๑ ◞♡° ⸙͎ ♡⃕ ◡̈ ꒰ ⌦ ✗ ⌜ ⌝ ⌞ ⌟ ↳ ❝ ❞ ➤ ↲ ۪۫❁ཻུ۪۪ ⎧୧ ⋅ ..⃗. ┊ೃ ╰►, ꒱ ➛ ↴ ❱ ✿•˖* ℘ ﹋﹋ ❛ ╯ ❲ ❳ ∞ ‹ ∅ ➹ ੈ♡‧₊˚ ↱ ᵕ̈ ↷ ೃ ╲ ╱ 彡 ✥ ❥ Ꮠ ➜ ᎒ ☈ ❁ ⸙͎۪۫ ⊰ 「❀」 . .⃗ ༉‧₊˚✧ . ˚ ⚘ ˏ`୭̥*ೃ *ૢ✧ ཻུ۪۪⸙͎ ೫` ⃟ ཹ։❀ ፧  ੈ✩‧₊ ૪'ރ፧ ࿐ ° ໑ ≽ ‣‣‣ ﹆.   ۰ ⸼ ۫ ◌   °    ੦ 〇   ◦     ۪۪̥ ੭ ୭̥ ╮ ╭ ࿐ - ̗̀   ̖́-   ᭥ ᭄ ノ ༄⸼۪❀

ꜜ ͎    ╰   ╯    ╱╳╲   ⸗  =͟͟͞͞:   〣  ꞋꞌꞋꞌ  ҂  ˘˘˘  ⸝⸝  ￤ ꜥꜤ  ﹆ ꜛ ꜜ  ⸃⸃  ⸼  ꞈ  ⸗   ⭏  ▾   ꭛   ˖  ︴ ↻ 7 ⇁  ﹏   ゛ ⇢  ﾞ    ⁾⁾  ⭞  ଽ  ୭̥  ➶  ↻  ✘  ┈  ₊̇°˟̫ː  ៸៸   ｡  ٬٬  ␣   ❪  ￣  ҩ  ✕      ͝    ۫ ۪۪۪۫    ”  ᵎ 〇  ,,  ㅤᅌ  ❫  ٠ِ٘ٓ  ℮ 

❬ ❭  ❨  ❩  ⸂ ᵎ , ⃕    ➘  α  ❴   ⟨  ⟩  ︵─┊-˚̩̥̩〈⇝ ↭ ๛ ✯ ❖ → ← 💦 ❝ ☓ ✓〘 〙✾ ✑ 🏷 ↶ ↷ ⎌ ❲ ❳ ⌦ ⌫ ❁ཻུ۪۪⸙͎ ₊˚.༄ ࿐*:･ﾟ ↯✰❜ೃ∗♢꒰ ꒱ ˑ 𖥸 ミ ❪ ❫ ➘ 。➯✧✧ ♯ இ ╱ ╲ ﹋ ㅤ :･ﾟ ﾉ ː͡➘₊̣̇ ✧* ੈ ❍̥͙̊ ࿔ ˖۪⸙͎ ꕀ 𖠳 ⌲ ⌂ ⁝ ༘ ⃗ ◌ ⊰ ⊱ ❒ ❑ ≡ - ̗̀ ̖́- ◠ ﹙ ೖ୭ ˒ ⁺ ೃ࿔　˚ ༘✧　ⴰ༢ ୧ ◌₊˚⋆ ┌ ┐└ ┘﹫ ✆ ➚ ➙ ◊ ～ ੈ _ ✰*ૢ✧ ཻུ۪۪⸙ ❬ ❍̥͙̊ ࿔ ˖۪⸙͎ 💕 ំஂ ︹ ⿻ ⬚ ヾ≈ ෞ ୭̥≈ ⁾ ꜜ ❏ ¨̮ ༊꧁꧂ ‧⁺ ✎ᝰ ﹆•:◦✩ ✼　｡ﾟ･　☆　° ｡ㅤ→ ༄ ‧₊˚ 「 」 ⇢ ๑ ◞♡° ⸙͎ ˀˀ ♡⃕ ◡̈ ꒰ ⌦ ✗ ⌜ ⌝ ⌞ ⌟ ↳ ❝ ❞ ➤ ↲ ۪۫❁ཻུ۪۪ ⎧ ୧ ⋅ 🍢..⃗. ┊ೃ ╰► ꒱ ➛ ↴ ❱ ✿•˖* ℘ ﹋﹋ ❛ ╯ ❲ ❳ ∞ ‹ ∅ ➹ ੈ♡‧₊˚ ↱ ᵕ̈ ↷ ೃ ╲ ╱ 彡 ✥ ❥ Ꮠ ☈ ⊰ 「❀」 . .⃗ ༉‧₊˚✧ . ˚ ⚘ ˏ'୭̥*ೃ * ཹ։❀ ፧ ੈ✩‧₊ ૪'ރ፧ ࿐ °↳ ׂׂૢ༘ ۵'⌧ ≡ ⸙ ↺彡*ૢ✧﹀ೃ* ᬄ - ̗̀ ゞ •| ⊱✿⊰ ⸙͎ - ❁『』➳ ❃ ✞ ❦ ❝ ❞ ˗ ˏˋ ˎˊ -┊ ↬ •° ✿ .•° ❀ ♡- ¦↻↺✧★ ೃ °┇おはよ〜(*´∀`*)ﾉ"♡ 𖥔 ˑ ִ ֗ ִ ۫ ˑ 𖥻 ִ ۫ ּ ﹗ ˖ ་ 💭

𖦆 ֺ ָ ֙⋆• ˖ ࣪𖦆 ˓ 🥛 ★ ﹆ׂׂ ˖ ◗ ᥫ᭡ ˖ ࣪ ‹ 𖥔 ࣪ ˖ ぅ ་ ᳝ ◝ 𖥻

• 🧂𖥻 ̨𖥔 ִ ་ ، ˖ ࣪ ꜝꜞ ⁷ ஜ۩۞۩ஜ ۞ •⊰✎   ✐   ✑   ✁   ✃   ✄ ෴ 🎀 ண   ஜ   ۝   ۞    ⃟⁞⃟⟢   ⃟   ⟢ ୭࿔ ⎙ ✩ ✼　｡ﾟ･　☆　° ｡ㅤ→ ༄ ‧₊˚ 「 」 ⇢ ๑ ◞♡° ⸙͎ ♡⃕ ◡̈ ꒰ ⌦ ✗↳ ❝ ❞ ➤ ↲ ۪۫❁ཻུ۪۪ ⎧୧ ⋅ ..⃗. ┊ೃ ╰►, ꒱ ➛ ↴ ❱ ✿•˖* ℘ ﹋﹋ ❛ ╯ ❲ ❳ ∞ ‹ ∅ ➹ ੈ♡‧₊˚ ↱ ᵕ̈ ↷ ೃ₊˚✧ . ˚ ⚘ ፧  ੈ✩‧₊ ૪'ރ፧ ࿐ ° ໑ ≽ ‣‣‣ ﹆.   ۰ ⸼ ۫ ◌   °    ੦ 〇  ◦     ۪۪̥੭ ୭̥ ╮ ╭ ࿐ - ̗̀   ̖́-   ᭥ ᭄ ノ ༄⸼۪❀˟̫ː🗑 ҂  ⸾ ↳ ׂׂૢ༘ ۵`⌧.   ⫹⫺ ⿻ ᦃ ✘  ┈  ₊̇°˟̫ː  ៸៸   ｡  ٬٬  ␣   ❪  ￣  ҩ  ✕      ͝    ۫ ۪۪۪۫    ”  ᵎ 〇  ,,  ㅤᅌ  ❫  ٠ِ٘ٓ  ℮ 

   ❬ ❭  ❨  ❩  ⸂ ᵎ , ⃕    ➘  α  ❴   ⟨  ⟩  ︵─┊-˚̩̥̩̥)❫❪(،ﷻෆ∞ೃ❅≡〈

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♡‧ ⁺彡🌷🐈 ⋆◞ °₊·ˈ∗♡ 👒🌂 ┊͙

꒰ ⁺🎨🖍⋆ °˖✧ ₊˚ 🎀ꔛ🧸﹆ •

🧀⌯✧🐭⋆♡̷̷̷ 💌 ✿。꒰ 🐄 ₊🥛꙳ . ꒱

˚ ꒰🍰🍎✨❕꒱ ◞ ⁎⁺˳✧༚🥣💥ˎˊ˗

ꔛ 𓈒 *🌷🖇˚ ᦃ ･ ﹆ ˚ 🖖🏻◞˚ₓ 🧩 ⁕˚

ꔛ ⋆⁺ +.ﾟ🥣🧤⁕꒱ 𓂃꙳ ⋆ 🍪❕ ⊹ ｡ ﾟ⁖

₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎ ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ⑅₎ ᐢ • ˕ • ᐢ ᐢ⸼⸼ᐢ ₍⑅ᐢฅ́˘ฅ̀ᐢ₎

( ᵒ̴̶̷̤ ꒳ ᵒ̴̶̷̤｡ ) ପ꒰⋆°͈꒳°͈꒱ ૮ ˊ͈ . ˋ͈ ა (๑•́ ᎔ ก̀๑) ˃̵ᴗ˂̵

૮₍ ´ ꒳ ₎ა ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა ૮˃̵֊ ˂̵ ა ૮ ˊ͈ . ˋ͈ ა (๑•́ ᎔ ก̀๑) ૮₍ ˃̵ࡇ˂̵ ₎ა ૮₍｡´• ˕ •｡₎ა ૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა ૮꒰˵• ﻌ •˵꒱ა

꒰ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ꒱ ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎ ૮ / / / ⍝ა ₍ᵔ·͈༝·͈ᵔ₎⁩ ᐢ. ֑ .ᐢ ૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა

૮ ・ﻌ・ა ₍˄·͈༝·͈˄₎ ૮₍｡ •᎔• ｡₎ა ִֶ૮₍´˶• . • ⑅ ₎ა

૮ • ﻌ - ა⁩ ₍ᐢ › ̫ ‹ ᐢ₎ ₍ᐡ｡っ ̫-｡ᐡ₎ ૮⍝• ᴥ •⍝ა

૮₍ ´• ˕ • ₎ა ૮₍ ˶• ˔ ต ₎ა ૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა

૮₍ ´˶• ᴥ •˶ ₎ა ૮₍ ⑅ • ᵜ • ⑅ ₎ა ૮₍｡´ᴖ ˔ ᴖ｡₎ა

૮₍๑•ˑก₎ა૮₍ ´• ˕ • ₎ა ૮₍ ˵ • ꤮ ก ˵ ₎︎ა (◍•ᴗ•◍)

૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ฅ ₎ა (๑•́ ᎔ ก̀๑) ૮₍ 𝁽ܫ𝁽 ₎ა ૮ – ﻌ–ა

૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა ૮₍ ´ ꒳ ₎ა ૮₍ • ᴥ • ₎ა ૮₍˃̵֊ ˂̵ ₎ა ( ◠·◠)ა

૮₍ ´• ˕ • ₎ა ૮₍´｡ᵔ ꈊ ᵔ｡₎ა ₍ᵔ•ᴗ•ᵔ₎ ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶

૮₍ ˶• ˔ ต ₎ა (◍•ᴗ•◍) ૮₍ ≧ . ≦ ₎ა ૮₍´˶ᵔｪᵔ˶₎ა

₍ ｡- ̫-｡ ₎ ₍ᐢ › ̫ ‹ ᐢ₎ ૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ ´• ˔ 𐄂 ₎ა

꒰ ᐢ⸝⸝•༝•⸝⸝ᐢ ꒱ ૮₍´˶ᵔｪᵔ˶₎ა (◍・ꈊ・◍)ﾉ

૮₍ ๑ • ᵜ ก ๑ ₎ა ૮₍ ⑅ ᐢ..ᐢ ₎ა ૮₍꜆꜄ ˃ ³ ˂ ₎ა

૮₍⇀‸↼‶₎ა ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა ૮˃̵֊ ˂̵ ა

‎•᷄ࡇ•᷅ ૮₍´ ˶ ｪ ˵ ₎ა ₍ᵔ๑・ᴥ・๑ᵔ₎

૮₍´｡･⩊･ ｡₎ა ૮₍ ⸝⸝´ ꒳ ⸝⸝ ₎ა ૮₍´˶ᵔｪᵔ˶`₎ა

₍ᐢ › ̫ ‹ ᐢ₎ ૮₍⑅˶•▿•˶⑅₎ა ᵔᴗᵔ

₍ ᐢ..ᐢ ₎ ₍ᐢ·ᴥ·ᐢ₎ ૮ ・ﻌ・ა

⍝◜ᐢ • 🐽 • ᐢ◝⍝ ฅ́˘ฅ̀ ˘ ᵜ ˘

₍ᐢ⸝⸝› ‹⸝⸝ᐢ₎ (๑•́ ᎔ ก̀๑) ₍˄·͈༝·͈˄₎◞

૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა (໑･᷄-･᷅)໑ ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა ʢᴗ.ᴗʡ ૮˃̵֊ ˂̵ ა

(˵ˊ ᴥ ˋ˵) (๑ˊºロºˋ๑) (੭ ´͈꒳​'͈)੭

(｡•́︿•̀｡) ᐢ. ֑ .ᐢ ˊᯅˋ ๑•́ ₃ •̀๑ ᘏ⑅ᘏ ᕱ⑅ᕱ

٩ʕ•ﻌ•*ʔو ˶ᵔ ˕ ᵔ˶ ʕ๑•́ᴥ•̀๑ʔ ૮₍´｡• ᵕ •｡'₎ა

૮꒰/ฅ//ฅ//꒱ა ₍ ੭ᐢ..ᐢ)੭ U・ﻌ・U ૮ ◞ ﻌ ◟ ა ₍ᐢ˶• ˔ กᐢ₎ ૮Ꮚ ´͈ ⁄ ⁄ '͈꒱ა ꒰ ˵ • ˵ • ˵ ꒱ ʚ ꒰ ੭⸝⸝ - ˵ -⸝⸝ ꒱੭ (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)

(*ฅ́˘ฅ̀*) ₍ ..̮ ₎ ₍˄·͈༝·͈˄₎◞ ̑̑ ฅ՞•ﻌ•՞ฅ ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)

૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა

./づᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ᜊ

૮₍˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶₎ა

./づᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏

૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა

./づᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘

[miraichann]

𝐊𝐀𝐎𝐌𝐎𝐉İ𝐒!

૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა

૮₍´｡ᵔ ꈊ ᵔ｡₎ა

૮₍｡ •᎔• ｡₎ა

૮꒰˵• ﻌ •˵꒱ა

૮₍⑅˶•▿•˶⑅₎ა

૮๑ˊᯅˋ๑ა

₍ᐢ˶• ˔ กᐢ₎

૮๑ˊᯅˋ๑ა

૮ ⁄ ⁄ ⁄ก ა

૮๑ˊ˘ ˋ๑ა

₍ᐢ˵• ࿁ กᐢ₎︎

₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎♡

(๑•́ ᎔ ก̀๑)

૮ ˊ͈ . ˋ͈ ა

₍⑅ᐢฅ́˘ฅ̀ᐢ₎

૮꒰/ฅ//ฅ//꒱ა

₍ᐢ⸝⸝› ‹⸝⸝ᐢ₎

૮Ꮚ ´͈  ⁄ ⁄   '͈꒱ა

૮ ◞ ﻌ ◟ ა

૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა

૮₍ ⸝⸝´ `⸝⸝ ₎ა

૮⑅ › ᴗ ก ⑅ა

૮ ⑅ ˊ ◠ ˋ ⑅ ა

૮₍'˶• . • ⑅ ₎ა

૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა

૮₍ ⸝⸝' ꒳ '⸝⸝ ₎ა

ʚ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ɞ

[galarianmewtwo-deactivated20220]

[creeppunk7]

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Mr. Loverman

[yeostars-deactivated20230111]

DRUNK DIALLING

beomgyu x reader

warnings: dirty (but not really) voicemails, sexual tension, light dirty talk but it cuts off bc i’m a tease

a/n: i wrote this ages ago but i just wanna get it out the drafts even tho i don’t like it.

“b-beomgyu!” he hears your chirpy voice speak through the speaker on his phone. he woke up that morning with a few missed calls and missed messages from you from the early hours in the morning when he was asleep.

it was nothing new, you always spammed him with those things when you went out and got drunk without him. it made him feel special, that you were always the first he went to.

“i think i had a little too much to drink, i-i’m home now but i miss you.” you slurred your words and he smiles at his best friends habits of your sing song voice when you were drunk.

“there’s so much i want to tell you right now, just so i can watch the pretty smile on your lips.” the tips of beomgyu’s ears turn red from the sudden compliment before the voicemail ends there. luckily for him, there were more. he clicks play on the other calls and waits for what else you have to say, ready to tease you about it the next time he sees you.

“don’t even get me started on your lips, beomgyu theyre so pretty…” you giggle and beomgyu shakes his head lightly “…so fucking hot too.”

this time beomgyu’s smile vanished from his lips, he’s used to you calling him cute. you calling him hot was something that never happened, but something he could get used to.

“they’re just so inviting, it’s just a shame we’ve been friends for this long and you haven’t kissed me yet.” he hears you sigh dramatically followed by a hiccup and beomgyu cannot believe what he is hearing, of course he’s thought those things about you and he’s thought worse things but he never knew that’s what you wanted.

“wanna kiss you so bad.” he bites back his smile before the second voicemail ends and he can see that he has one more left to listen to. he sat for a second, trying to collect his thoughts.

only thinking ‘you know what they say, drunk words are sober thoughts’

so with a shaky finger, his clicks play on the final voicemail you left for him before he assumes you fell asleep.

“want to fall apart all over your pretty face.” and now beomgyu was really shocked, there was no way you had just said that and then willingly send the message.

“fuck- beomgyu i want you so bad.” his mouth hangs open slightly before the third and final voicemail ends.

he sat there on his bed, mind racing a million miles an hour as he contemplates what he should do. part of him wants to run to your place and give you everything you were talking about, the other part was telling him you were drunk and that’s not what you actually wanted.

after what feels like a lifetime, he takes his gamble and picks up his phone and clicking on your caller ID and another part of him prays that you don’t pick up.

“mornin’” your groggy voice chuckles lightly but beomgyu’s heart rate is so fast he doesn’t feel like he can laugh right now.

“i’m guessing your call means i got absolutely shitfaced last night.” you laugh again, like beomgyu thought, it wasn’t the first time that you had sent him voicemails but none had been as open as last nights.

“something like that.” was all he could muster, he wanted to talk about what you said, but how was he meant to bring something like that up.

“god, you’re so quiet.” you sigh “was i really that bad.” you say sitting up but as soon as you did you regretted your option and flop back down on the bed.

“you were just more honest.” honest was an interesting way to put it, at least beomgyu hoped it was you being honest.

“what did i say.” and now it was your turn to feel nervous, he was never this tense when you gave him multiple calls and messages and now he didn’t seem to have a lot of words.

“i mean…” beomgyu chuckles slightly before thinking about if he should mention it “…you said the usual.” and you blush slightly, you called beomgyu cute all the time it wasn’t a shock anymore.

“oh good, i thought i said something mean to you.” you sigh.

“you also said i was pretty this time too.” he says bluntly and you frown for a split second, trying to recall what you said but you cannot remember for the life of you.

“especially my lips apparently.” the smugness in his tone was evident as you feel yourself flush even more at your loose mouth “you even called them hot.” he smirks down the line and now it was your turn to feel shocked.

“oh.”

“yeah.”

“i-i don’t remember that.” you stutter and it only adds fuel to his fire.

“i remember very clearly.” he says pretending to fake think even though he knows you can’t see him “actually.” he says excitedly and it only makes your stomach drop even more.

“i think i remember more.” beomgyu says and you hear him shuffle on the other end of the line.

“like what?” your voice was quiet and timid and he can just picture the look of distress on your face. he also knows there’s no way you could guess what your drunk mouth revealed to him last night.

“i remember you saying something along the lines of ‘i want to fall apart on your face’ would you like you explain what you meant by that?” he smirks again and your jaw hangs wide open, not being able to comprehend anything despite wanting to defend yourself.

“beomgyu i’m sorry i-” you try and apologise but he cuts you off.

“that doesn’t sound like an explanation.” he shakes his head while he tuts down the line and you feel yourself swallow a lump in your throat about how much he must hate you right now.

“so let me explain for you” you bite the inside of your cheek feeling like your words are stuck in your throat.

“i think that my pretty little friend got a little too drunk isn’t that right?” he asks you and you still can’t bring yourself to speak until he demands an answer from you.

“yes.” was all you could muster.

“and my pretty little friend accidentally told me a little too much, isn’t that right?” his voice was filled with fake sympathy.

“yes.”

“and my pretty girl wants to kiss me.”

“y-yes.” feeling giddy at the change of nickname from him.

“and i want to kiss my pretty girl back, and i want to watch her fall apart on my face, do you think i could come over?”

“p-please.”

[igyus-deactivated20220123]

[ 10:28 pm ] wc; 545 pairing; choi beomgyu x reader warnings; suggestive themes?? but not really genre; timestamp + fluff

“If you mess up the face mask, I’m going to punch you in the throat.” You mumbled, sitting atop the sink. Beomgyu stood between your legs, letting out a laugh at your threat. He instantly covered his mouth with his hand once you glared at him.

Ignoring his small smile, you pushed the headband further back on Beomgyu’s head, making sure that it kept the hair out of his face. Wordlessly, you applied the green face mask, trying to avoid his intense stare. It always made you nervous and Beomgyu used that to his advantage. He found it cute how you would squirm if he looked you in the eyes.

“Stop moving your mouth.” You said, taking notice of his smirk. Beomgyu tried to make a straight face but ended up in a laughing fit. You cracked a smile, finding your boyfriend’s laughter to be contagious. He clutched his stomach and held onto the wall, trying to keep himself under control so you wouldn’t yell at him.

“If you don’t stop laughing, I won’t give you any kisses.” You spoke up making Beomgyu go quiet immediately.

“That’s not fair.” He grumbled, straightening up and standing in between your legs again, resting his palms on your exposed thighs. You shivered at his hot touch, and Beomgyu noticed that. Of course, like the tease he was, he rubbed his hands up and down your thighs, his fingers going underneath the bottom of your shorts to get a reaction out of you. His lips upturned slightly when he noticed you struggling to apply the mask on his face.

“Beomgyu I swear..” You began to complain but he cut you off.

“You swear what?” He mocked, leaning in close to your face. You looked at him with a deadpan expression, pushing him away.

“You know, it’s hard to think that you’re hot when you look like Oscar the grouch.” You said, a teasing smirk on your face as you applied the rest of the mask before finishing. Beomgyu glared at you, watching as you jumped down from the sink and cleaned everything up.

“Stop pouting and come with me. We can watch a movie.” You spoke up, taking Beomgyu’s hand and leading him out of the bathroom. Before the two of you could descend the stairs, he stopped you.

“Can I get a kiss first?” He asked, pointing to his lips and puckering them. You chuckled, grabbing the back of Beomgyu’s neck and pulling him in for a small peck. Apparently your boyfriend had other ideas since he pulled you closer, deepening the kiss. You let out a frustrated groan, knowing that Beomgyu messed up his face mask.

When he pulled away, you noticed that it had cracked around his mouth, but Beomgyu didn’t seem to care as he wore a proud smile on his face.

“You’re an idiot.” You sighed, a smile on your lips despite the slight annoyance you felt. Beomgyu tightened his hold around your waist, placing butterfly kisses on your neck.

“Yeah but I’m your idiot.” He replied, making you laugh loudly.

“You’re so cheesy I hate you!” You groaned, pushing him away and walking down the staircase. Beomgyu chased after you, his laughter echoing through the hallway.

“I love you too, Y/N!”

©s4ijohs

[cleverhyuck]

warnings : hand kink , fingering ,y/n shit in a library , thirsting over soobins hands ( me 2 ) , soobin being hysterical

wc : not that much but enough

tutor!soobin always minded his business. that was until two weeks ago when he was assigned to tutor you after lunch every wednesday and thursday.

you never minded it, who would pass up an offer for better grades and a cute student ?

it was easy at first. going over the things you already knew. but then came new subjects... and good for you, you were bad at all of them.

not like Fs bad, but bad enough that you got emails sent home. but miraculously soobin helped with that. and he also helped with, other, things.

you see, you were also a fairly attractive student. and when two fairly attractive students are seen together, rumors begin.

of course you didn’t mind, and long as your name was in someone’s mouth (wether good or bad) you could care less. soobin on the other hand, hated it.

although he secretly enjoyed being with the girl he’s had a crush on since freshman year, it still shocked him that by just meeting in the library caused more looks his way than he would like.

so, another day in the library, this time, literature. “you know that shakespeare wrote the weirdest things.. and people liked it!?” soobin explained in a casual way than a formal “i. am. your. tutor.” way.

you bummed in response laying your head on your arms and facing him. “his use of old english was really interesting at the-“ another hmm you replied. this time focused on the way he fiddled with his pencil.

“which is also why i burned down three orphanages.” you were too busy being distracted by what he said and send another hum in agreement. still focused on his hands, you frowned when he dropped the pencil.

“y/n.”

you looked up. his face was in a “wtf are you doing” but also mixed with a “you are really pathetic you know?” look. a slight smirk was barely visible but you could see it very clearly. you lifted your head and sat up straight. your skirt was pushed up a bit but you didn’t mind.

“sorry about that i was just-“ “too busy focusing on my hands?”

you stopped in your tracks. blush rose onto your cheeks while you almost dropped your head down in shame. he only laughed at you and pulled your chair closer to his. “soobin im really-“

“god you’re so cute.” he replied, pulling you onto his lap. your back faced his chest and you could only feel his smirk behind you. “come on, do your work. i want you to highlight all the old english shakespeare uses.” feeling nervous, you leaned over to start your work.

you knew your panties we’re definitely soaked and tried to ignore it. suddenly soobins hands rested on your thighs. you hitched a bit but continued working. “be a good girl and keep working okay?” he whispered in your ear, hiking his right hand up more.

soon in reached your panties and you froze. he moved a finger up and down your clothes slit while making a tsk tsk noise. “what, cat got your tongue? keep working dear.” and so you resumed.

at least, tried to resume.

his finger could feel your wetness seeping through the thin fabric. he smiled at how easily you were wet for him. he moved the panty aside and slowly stripped up and down on your slit, causing you to squirm a bit.

you let a shaky breath and he just kissed your ear. “why don’t you read it for me?” he asked teasingly. “how does thy honour? let me lick thy sh- oh god” you half moaned. he stuck his middle finger into you and you melted at the feeling.

you tried to grind on his finger but he stopped you. “keep. reading.” he urged on. “let me lick thy shoe. i’ll not serve him; he’s not valiant. thou liest, most ignorant monst-uhgmh” you huffed as he stuck his ringer finger into you, holding a steady pace.

“i am in case to justle a constable. why, thou- soobin i cant take it-“ you whined out. you dropped the page and leaned back into his chest. holding his bicep you rolled your hips at him going in and out of you.

soon enough his other hand came down to circle on your clit, and to stop you from moaning, he kissed you. throughout the kiss you felt him pick up the pace even more to the point you were squirming all around him.

“i’m gonna- i’m gon-“ that pushed him to go almost inhumanly fast and you gasped as you came on his fingers. your breath heaved as he slowed down his movements, giving you a light feeling of overstimulation. he pulled out his fingers and stuck them in your mouth.

you gladly licked yourself off of soobins fingers. he pulled them out and wiped them on the back of his shirt and kissed you again.

packing up his things he left you with your books and bag.

“see you after class”

[cleverhyuck]

3:42 … am

beomgyu x fem! reader

cockwarming

-

as the ac is being blown, you start to shiver. the heat has been down and the cool air is making you wake up in the middle of the night.

your thin blanket also doesn’t help, with the fact beomgyu is taking 80% of it. the cold air blows against your chest, slowly hardening your nipples.

little goosebumps appear on either arm and you lean into beomgyu’s warmth. seeing that one of you seems comfortable, you practically suffocate beomgyu into a hug, to warm yourself up.

you entangle your legs together. you rest your head comfortably near him, smelling his shampoo.

even with this, you are still awake. nipples a little less hard, but shivering nonetheless. who knew summer weather would be cold as hell.

as you twist and turn around bed, beomgyu slowly wakes up. trying to find a comfortable place between ice cold and desert heat, you sigh.

“y/n…?” beomgyu whispers and turns to your side.

“sorry beom,” you whisper back, “it’s so cold and i can’t sleep.”

“cock?” beomgyu tiredly asks. you squint your eyes in questioning, not like he could see anyways. “what,” you ask.

“makes your insides warm, makes me feel good. win-win” he replies back. he scooches over to cuddle you, slowly grinding himself against you.

you cant say no to beom. so you both let small ‘mmhs’ and ‘hmpffs’ before you say yes.

he lends you the blanket and both of you take your bottoms off.

his cock inside of you fills you nicely, you take a share of his body warmth and feel perfect.

you wrap your hands around him and close your eyes. while you both drift off into the night, you whisper good nights.

“goodnight beom.. don’t fuck me while i’m alseep”

he coos at your reply.

“no promises babe~”

a/n : part two? lowkey somno, slow sex ? lmk… ALSO— i’m so fucking cold rn jesus christ wish i had a beomgyu rn

[thightrap]

BEOMGYU x FEM!READER

"Do you have a nipple kink or some shit?"

warning: suggestive. i guess slight smut but i'm a pussy and haven't written smut in a while so 😔

note: don't take this as me assuming yeonjun or beomgyu's sexuality. i ship yeonbin as a joke lmao, none of it is serious & obviously this is all fiction, so whatever I write literally has nothing to do with real life at all. any mentions of violence (e.g "I'll hold him at knifepoint!") is not to be taken seriously. it's not to romanticize such things, but to add for humour (?) and stuff. but yeah if anyone seriously threatens you with that don't take it lightly.

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“Do you know how much I would like to punch you in that pretty little face of yours right now, Choi Yeonjun?”

Yeonjun grinned, scanning your face with his brown eyes. “No, not exactly, but I think your face is giving me a pretty good idea.”

“You know what I had to go through all day?” You asked, starting to walk with him falling into step beside you.

“Nope,” he replied simply, glancing at you and then waving to his friend across the hallway.

You inhaled sharply, pushing away the thought of kicking him off of the roof. “I have had . . . people coming up to me all day, asking me to show them my ‘tittie piercing’.”

Yeonjun started laughing the second you finished your sentence, holding onto your shoulder for support. You stopped and impatiently waiting for him to finish chortling. “Sorry, sorry, it’s just-”

“Its just what?”

“The way you said that was funny,” said Yeonjun, nudging you in the side. You remained unamused, silently glaring at him.

“Who did you tell?” You asked, raising an eyebrow in his direction.

"Well, first I told Soobin-"

"Bullshit, your cute ass boyfriend wouldn't talk to anyone about my boobs," you scoffed, Yeonjun sending you a glare that held no real venom.

"-but I think Jaeyun heard because I saw him afterwards talking to Karina about it, who basically told all of 5th period."

You groaned, shoving him hard in the shoulder. "I literally hate you. One of those douchebags are going to tell my mom and she's literally going to chop off my boobs! Don't you dare laugh! You're the asshole that got me into this mess in the first place!"

"Sorry, Y/N, but I don't think there's any 'boob' for her to cut off," Yeonjun snorted, causing you to kick him hard in the shin.

"You are the fattest fucking asshole I've ever met!"

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"Hey, I'm here," you yelled as you opened the door to Beomgyu's place.

You'd been sleeping over at his place ever since your mom threatened to kick you out. You and Beomgyu had been friends for 16 years, after being brought together at the age of 3. He attended a different high school but was fine letting you stay over. He didn't know that the reason you were staying over was because your mom found out that you 'ruined your modesty by allowing someone to grope you while puncturing your nipples', as the monster from hell herself put it, which you were grateful for. You'd be seriously embarrassed if he found out, not only because he could have the same reaction as students from your school, but also because they used to take baths together.

"I'm in the living room!" Beomgyu yelled in return, and you sighed, ripping off your sneakers and throwing your backpack on the ground. It was almost like routine at this point.

You made your way to the living room, shaking out your hair.

"My mom's gone," Beomgyu said when you came into view, sparing you one glance before looking back down at his phone.

"Let me guess . . . she's on a date, right?"

Beomgyu snorted, shutting off his phone. "Yeah, probably."

You smiled, practically throwing yourself down on the couch after shrugging off your uniform blazer.

"As long as she's happy, right?" you mumbled into the couch cushion, hugging one of the throw pillows to your chest.

"She's going to come home in two days hungover, I wouldn't call that happy," Beomgyu said, sounding amused and concerned at the same time.

"At least that means I won't be forced to do chores around the house." You threw the pillow up, flipping onto your back and staring up at the ceiling. Beomgyu's face appeared in your eyes, and you reached a hand up, smacking his head.

"How was school?" asked Beomgyu as you sat up, blowing your now unruly hair out of your face.

You scowled at the thought, mentally cursing Yeonjun. "Pretty shit, i guess."

"Any particular reason?" Beomgyu pressed, quirking one of his perfectly shaped brows (you were seriously jealous when it came to his eyebrows, since he barely had to trim them or anything and they looked literally perfect).

"Uh . ." You frowned, your brow furrowing. "Why do you ask?"

"Well," Beomgyu shifted in his seat, tucking his long, newly cut hair behind his ear, "I was talking with Yeonjun today-"

You let out a groan.

"I hate Yeonjun, I swear to god the next time I see him I'll hold him at knifepoint!" You declared, causing Beomgyu to laugh.

"Did you really get nipple piercings though?"

"I'm beginning to regret it now, to be honest," you admitted, avoiding eye contact.

"It's not that embarrassing, you weirdo," Beomgyu scoffed, shaking his head. "Don't tell me you're ashamed or some shit."

"Shut up," was all you replied with, leaning your head back on the couch arm.

"Yeonjun said that some kid named Jay tried to peek into your shirt," said Beomgyu. Your internally cursed Yeonjun again, for opening that big mouth of his.

"Jay's a friend, it was pretty much a joke," you replied, and Beomgyu hummed, acknowledging your response.

"Can I see them?" he asked, the question startling you. You sat up abruptly, your face showing nothing but embarrassment and confusion. You quickly brushed the hair out of your face, making eye contact with Beomgyu whose face expressed nothing but innocent curiosity.

Your lips turned up soon enough after, a small laugh escaping your lips.

"You're a weirdo," you teased, pointing a finger in his direction. He grinned at you.

"It's a valid question, you know."

"Yeah, whatever, you can see them if you want," you said, seeming nonchalant. Beomgyu's eyes raised in surprise. He evidently didn't expect you to allow that, and he was surprised but not mad about it.

"Dumbass, I can't look at the piercings through your button-up," Beomgyu scooted closer to you, reaching over unbutton the shirt you wore. You fought the urge to flinch when his hands went from the folded down collar of your shirt to the top button, that was undone within seconds.

You stared at the top off his head, but he was too focused on delicately unbuttoning your shirt that he didn't look up once.

"Do you want me to do all of them, or just half?" he asked suddenly, flattening out the shirt absently, still not looking up at you. "

Don't ask me these kind of things, Beomgyu, I don't have the answer," you answered with a laugh, trying to ease the tension that fell over the room.

Beomgyu hummed in reply, continuing to undo the buttons until your shirt was open, sliding off of your shoulders. You shrugged off the shirt in a surprisingly casual manner, reaching back to unclip your bra. It came off eventually, after your momentary struggling, and fell into your lap. Tentatively, Beomgyu ran his finger over the silver ring on your nipple. You shivered in reaction, though you tried to make yourself look as casual and unbothered as possible.

"It's cute," he said, meeting your eyes with a grin. He looked so innocent, examining your pierced nipples with curiosity.

"I know," you replied, stretching out your arms and yawning. He laughed at your reply.

"I like them." He decided finally, continuing to run his fingers over the bud on your chest. He pinched your nipple, and you winced.

"You like what? My boobs or the piercing?"

A sweet laugh escaped his lips and he looked back up at you, eyes twinkling. "Is it okay to say both?"

To say you were shocked would be an understatement. Your eyes went wide and you couldn't form a complete sentence.

"Uh . . . well-"

"You're cute when you're flustered," Beomgyu interjected, turning to each side and cracking his back.

"You're just a jerk," you muttered, glaring at him out of the side of your eyes. "Who asks their female friend if they can like their boobs and their piercing?"

Beomgyu shrugged. "You're the one who asked a question first. I just replied."

"Don't try to turn this back on me, asshat," You warned, shoving him in the shoulder.

"'Asshat'? Seriously?" He laughed. The motherfucker laughed at you. "Stop being so shy," he cooed, pinching one of your cheeks with one hand and cupping your breast in the other. The action shocked you to the point of shutting your mouth, and you stared at his face that expressed no discomfort or regret. You couldn't deny that his hands were warm and soft, and that your skin felt like it was on fire, but you weren't going to beg for him to continue like the female lead in those stupid shows that you saw your mom watching late at night.

"What are you doing?" You said, your voice lacking the energy it had before.

Beomgyu shrugged, running his thumb over the tender and sensitive skin of your breast. "I don't know, what does it look like?"

"It looks like you're molesting me."

"It looks like you like it," he countered. "But if you don't, you're welcome to tell me to stop."

You chewed on the inside of your cheek, forcing yourself to stare into his beautiful brown eyes. "Go fuck yourself," was all you could manage to say back, and Beomgyu chuckled, removing his hand from your body and bringing it up to your cheek.

"I'd rather fuck you," he whispered, his lips grazing your own. You stayed completely silent, trying to balance your breathing and maintain eye contact at the same time. "But a little itty bitty baby like you could never take me."

You can just be nice. You can just be nice. Just stay quiet, Y/N.

Your inner thoughts sounded like complete bullshit to your impulsive attitude, that apparently had a mind of it's own; your lips were on his in a second, and it didn't seem like that impulsive attitude of yours planned on stopping.

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yeah credit to me and my late night scenario creating mind 😚✌️

[lixhues]

Chan: Prepare for glory

The glory:

[ryicekaek]

[crystalwaifu-deactivated2022122]

Biggest D you've ever had ?

Depression

[junnzgyu]

it be like that😭

[junnzgyu]

Treat you like a princess fuck you like a whore :)

you like that?

[junnzgyu]

have a nice time with gyu :)

[soobinsdimplez-deactivated20210]

The way his voice got deep at the end😳