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[saleeba]

fool ; jude bellingham

summary ♡ betting on the phenomenon of unrequited feelings, you and jude have never dared to make the first move with the other until a reunion forces new questions to be answered.

pairing ♡ jude bellingham x fem!reader

content ♡ 18+, smut, friends to lovers, alcohol consumption, cursing, kissing, both jude & reader are pining idiots, fingering, p in v sex, marking, missionary, unprotected sex (jude pulls out but still pls practise safe sex!!)

a/n ♡ she's baaaack :D but first☝🏽alexa play fool by nct 127 !!!! the lyric "you’re a goddess but i’m a fool, what should i do?" was written for this fic in particular i just know it was :] anyway hehe this fic is based off this request so tysmm to anon for sending such an exciting prompt !! i hope yous enjoy 🫶🏽💗 WAIT P.S this isn’t proofread bc i lowkey am not rocking with it so i didn’t wanna put myself thru having to read it again & again … im sorry for any mistakes :’)

you had just gotten off work to a stream of relentless texts from your best friends’ groupchat — phone pinging off the rails whilst you were on shift, muffled buzzes from your bag making you wonder what on earth was worth blowing up in that whatsapp group on a random friday afternoon.

on the train back home, you tap open the green app, anticipating yourself easily spending the entire journey catching up on the three hundred-plus texts from your closest mates. you decide to start right from the beginning of the influx, thumb scrolling nonstop and eyes blurring from the rapid movement until they focus back on the screen where you stop, finally having reached the destination of the first text that set it all off. 

it was from none other than jude bellingham, and you were nearly embarrassed by the way your face instantly lit up upon reading his message. the groupchat’s golden boy had popped up after weeks of minimal contact, asking if he could take everyone for a night out tomorrow to make up for it, stating that he finally has some small gaps of free time between hectic pre-season schedules to allow him to do so.

it honestly warmed your heart that the first thing he wants away from football is to see you all. you’d been a band of good friends since the first year of secondary school, contact not necessarily strained as you all had a lot of love for each other but rather unspokenly reduced after leaving school two years ago and falling into busy university or career ventures.

instead of scrolling through to read and react to the plethora of follow-up texts after his, you ignore them and jump straight to typing your reply to his invitation, casting aside that nagging voice asking you: doesn’t that seem too desperate?

no, right? i’m just accepting his invitation, getting straight to the point, the convo ended half an hour ago anyway. you’re arguing with yourself now, feeling the need to give unnecessary excuses to nonexistent accusations. if you were to be honest with yourself, you were always self-conscious of the way you behaved around jude, even now debating on whether to add your signature heart emoji or if it’d come across as you trying too hard given your feelings for him; albeit them being feelings that no one knows about, not even him. you made sure for it to be that way.

with a mental note to get over yourself, you send an affirmative ‘i’m up for it!’, signature heart included, and quickly shut off your phone. heart beating so rapidly, you scolded yourself for getting so worked up over a mere reply and for definitely not getting over yourself. god knows how you’re going to handle seeing him in person. 

a sudden double buzz from your device does nothing to calm you down, instead dampening your hands with sweat when you grab it and see a pair of messages from him.

jude 🌟: heyy i’m so glad you can make it tomorrow :)

jude 🌟: can’t wait to see you!! ❤❤

he had messaged you separately for some reason and he had included two hearts… the overthinking starts for you again, without even beginning to think about what to reply this time, and you question why he couldn’t have just replied to you in the groupchat or why he couldn’t have just left the end of the messages with a ‘x’ like he usually does or why he would even say what he said in the last message. mind frantic and unable to clear itself, you thank yourself for having your read receipts turned off so you can have your mini meltdown without worrying about jude knowing you’d seen his messages multiple minutes ago. god, you were down so bad. 

you force yourself to open the messages app and send the most casual reply you can type.

you: can’t wait to see you too! ❤

you try to keep it short, sweet and nonchalant even if your fingers are itching to type more – more about how much you had missed him, more about what he was planning to wear tomorrow night so that maybe you could match your own outfit with him, more about your true, unfiltered feelings for him. it’s pathetic really; you hadn’t seen him in two years and the first thing you wanted to do was throw yourself at him, spilling all the secrets you’d been holding close for so many years. you leave it at that, put your phone on do not disturb mode and head on home, waiting for the long hours of friday evening to pass and saturday night to arrive.

***

and so saturday night rolls around and you just about finish touching up your makeup and smoothing out your dark blue dress before the doorbell rings, and you’re whisked away to the club by a couple of your girlfriends. 

as soon as you step your high heels into the building, you’re met with the sight of flowing booze and the noise of noughties r&b beats bouncing around the brightly lit walls. dragged by the hands of your friends, you find yourself standing next to a booth at the back of the club, the rest of the group now welcoming you latecomers with a loud cheer.

“finally, girls. you took your time!” one of your male friends remarks, ushering you all to sit down.

“oh god, what have we missed?” you beam, trying to scan the group amongst the strobing lights to catch a glimpse of the person you were really there for. 

“nah, you’re just in time because… first round’s on mister madrid!”

the callout breaks your friend group into a raucous holler as your gaze fixes onto the six foot-one footballer who stands up with an amused grin and a sigh of feigned defeat. your heart quickens and your smile turns into a state of near disbelief over how good jude looks right now – graphic white t-shirt hugging his biceps in all the right places and hanging over a pair of smart-casual black trousers.

“yeah, yeah, anything for my groupies,” he winks at no one in particular but your brain almost convinces you that he was looking at you while doing it. you send a shy smile his way just in case but what he says next has your mouth running dry. “help us out, will ya, y/n?”

you hesitate for a second too long for your liking, stumbling over your words while your friends peer at you. “uh… uh-huh, yeah, of course.” you answer as quick as you can, standing up on your feet slowly as to not trip over your now-shaking legs and send yourself flying into jude, and to avoid embarrassing yourself more than you think you already have.

he responds with a grateful smile and you follow him to the bar where he places an order for a round of drinks and some shots to be delivered to the group by the two of you. there’s an odd unfamiliarity to the silence between you both and you realise that you aren’t normally this quiet around jude, and neither is he around you; you would always joke that he’d be eligible to talk for england if he wasn’t already playing football for them. he’d retort with a comment about how his ears could almost fall off with the amount of chatting you do, and you’d dryly reply with a ‘well, they’re too big for your head anyway. look at the size of them!’ the pair of you were always as thick as thieves in the eyes of everyone else. which is why you didn’t expect it to be like this, especially after two years of not seeing each other – there was so much you wanted to catch up on from his world and so much you wanted to share from yours. you decidedly gain some courage and take the initiative to spark some conversation, get something going at least.

“soo, how have you been, then?” you’re both facing the bar, your head barely tilting in jude’s direction to indicate that yes, it is him that you’re talking to and not some random like he assumes you are with the way you’re positioned away from him, eyes just about turning to steal a glance of his figure but not to hold eye contact. “how’s la vida española?”

jude finds amusement in your sudden flaunt of the spanish language, a smile breaking out on his face, unseen to you since he’s still facing the same direction that you are, preoccupying his eyes with the myriad of bottles on the shelves while his mind searches for an apt reply.

“yeah, it’s been great, i think i wanna stay there forever,” jude laughs, his fingers tapping on the black surface of the bar. you can’t help the selfish feeling of your heart dropping at his confession. “i miss you, though, y’know… a lot.” 

this one confession forces your whole body to turn itself towards him, eyes now chasing after his to seek some form of sincerity, to see if he was just messing about or if he really meant what he just said. he shifts his head to face you now, a bashful look painted onto his features. the expectant silence says it all really; of course i mean it. 

you gulp and decide to break the quietness with a sarcastic, jesting “ugh…”, jude’s face dropping at what he thinks is genuine disgust from you. you realise your attempt to denounce the awkwardness has backfired.

“oh my god, you dickhead, i’m joking,” how is it that mere moments ago you were shaking at the sheer real-life presence of him but now you’d transformed into having this confident playfulness? and all of it without a drop of alcohol in your system as well – you’re quietly proud of yourself. “i missed you too, jude… a lot.” you coyly repeat his words. 

upon your turn of the confession, the bartender sets down your drink orders and the two of you wordlessly carry the trays over to where your friends are situated, the silence way more comfortable now that you’re both basking in assurance, unbeknown to the other that your hearts were racing at a hundred miles per hour.

***

not even two hours and an innumerable amount of shots later, you’re all a drunken mess; definitely not a surprise to a single one of you. what is a surprise is the way you’re strewn across jude, right leg wrapped around his left, head on his chest, swirling and sipping from what’s clearly an empty glass to any sober, sane person. you grumble and mutter a complaint about the lack of liquor in the booth, taking it upon yourself to head to the bar and order another round for everyone.

“i’ll come with you,” jude announces over the pounding of the music, standing up so quickly that his next five steps are staggered and he has to cling onto your arm to steady himself. “i’m fine, i’m okay.” he assures nobody that asked.

the two of you stumble your way into the path of the bar, determined to drink until the sun comes up and forget every strand of stress until the hangovers come knocking. jude’s soft grip on your arm has you being led in the opposite direction all of a sudden, though. 

“uhm, where are we going?” you question, head still turned to where the bar is located, about to ask him if he was so hammered he couldn’t walk in a simple straight line to get to where you’d planned to go. “jude?”

he’s silent, save for humming his way to his desired destination, and you question if he even knows where he’s leading you. before you make the choice of going along with him or leaving his clearly confused self to go cop your next cocktail, you find yourself in the disabled toilets, pushed up against the sink with the door not even shut properly, gasping at how rough jude is handling your body compared to his soft touches from before, and how close his face is to yours, warm breath fanning the skin of your lips. you weren’t strictly against it all but how the hell have you ended up like this? The alcohol and the questions come at you fast, dizzying your brain but you can’t help but feel so keenly anticipative.

“i’m sorry, i just…” he pulls away from you, eyes fluttering closed so he can re-evaluate his actions, exhaling through his nose as if he was letting go of all doubts before continuing. “am i okay to do this?” he places his hands on your waist, pushing himself back into your space, his full lips more or less about to take yours. you have to refrain from letting the effects of alcohol take over your tongue and uttering back with a breathy ‘you can do whatever you want to me’.

instead, you answer with an earnest, eager nod, inviting his lips to finally do that one thing you had been dreaming of for so long, to kiss yours so silly that they’re left with the imprint of him. and jude does just that.

his mouth takes in yours so determinedly, shyness and hesitation now long-dissolved feelings for you both as your hands find home around the back of his neck, pushing his head further onto you, feeling the need to taste him more and more until you’re both consumed by each other. 

it’s a messy makeout, noses bumping and teeth clashing, but it’s oh so hot, the way he gasps into your mouth from breathlessness and pleasure, running and gripping his large hands over the material adorning your waist and hips as the need to rip it off you nearly overtakes him. to you, he’s so utterly intoxicating that a gallon of alcohol would pale in comparison to how dizzy his skin on yours makes you feel. 

you release a moan at the meagre thought of jude all over your body, and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue over yours, filthy noises of wetness and carnality from the both of you reaching high pitch as jude somehow simultaneously pushes you against the sink and pulls you against his chest, his manhandling of you getting you even more hot and bothered before you’re both interrupted by the hub of people passing by and huddling right outside the bathroom, their self-occupied shouts and cheers dragging you out of the bubble that the two of you had wrapped yourselves in, almost sobering you up on the spot.

you push jude out of your way, gentle but abrupt, and give him a look of apologetic regret. “i-i’m sorry,” you say, jitterily walking past him and exiting the room without a second glance or word, heading straight to the booth where your friends are hollering and hurraying, occupied with shot-drinking contests. 

your girlfriends offer to go home with you when you lie and tell them you’re not feeling very well, but you decline them, instead telling them to have fun on your behalf and letting them know that you’ll try to text them once you get home safely. you can tell they’re confused by your shaken state and the absence of jude but you grab your bag and make your exit before the interrogation can even begin to brew.

you manage to grab a taxi back home, surprised by how competent you are despite the alcohol in your bloodstream and confusion in your brain. on the way there, you can’t stop the bouncing of your knee nor the racing of your psyche, asking yourself how and why whatever went down with jude went down like that. you curse at yourself for being so impulsive in starting and finishing the whole ordeal with him in the way that you did – you don’t know if it’s the empty, depressive drunk thoughts or just clarity from the whole jude thing that makes you feel like there’s no coming back from this at all. you feel like crawling into your bed and never coming out from it ever again. 

the taxi driver has to call for your attention multiple times until you reach earth again and pay him the journey’s fee. you go skulking all the way up to your front door, only letting out a breath that you feel like you’ve been holding since the beginning of the night once the door shuts behind you.

the rest of the night is quiet and orderly for you, telling yourself to not invite any more chaos into your brain and to simply drink some water and to go to sleep. waking up tomorrow morning is going to be painful in more ways than one.

***

you spend the rest of the weekend nursing a ferocious hangover and a frazzled heart, only contacting your friends to tell them that you got home fine and to joke that you probably need a century or two for this hangover to be gone. you thank the high heavens that they don't bring up the topic of you and jude 

you try not to think too much about jude, you really do, but sunday night has a couple of taps landing you on the instagram app and you learn that he’s already back in spain, pictures of him in training sliding across your phone screen on his story along with selfies with his teammates. usually, you tap that small red heart at the bottom and hope that he sees it amongst his millions and millions of notifications, a tiny ritual of yours that now has you feeling so pathetic that you don’t dare to do it anymore.

running a hand over your weary face, you set your phone down and opt to nap the night away, finding comfort in the non-intrusion from your friends and the no contact from jude, hoping to keep yourself busy and distracted with whatever the work week brings.

a ring from the doorbell rips through your flat just as you’re organising your pillows, forcing you to stop what you’re doing and ponder who could be at the door on a sunday while the clock ticks some minutes past one o’clock. you don’t recollect ordering any food nor are you expecting a delivery, especially not this late. 

trudging your way to the front door, you open it to find jude bellingham standing there and you feel an instant pang of regret, wishing you had peeked through the window to see who it could be, wishing you had pretended to not be in, wishing the ground would open up right now and swallow you whole  – anything to escape the confrontation that you’re now having to face. your face heats up with embarrassment and nerves but you manage to rupture the silence before your mouth can turn dry. 

“j-jude, hi,” you try and keep your greeting as polite and cordial as you can, even when all you really want to do is to chase him off your doorstep. “what are you doing here?”

your query has jude visibly gulping, hands fiddling with each other as he attempts to hold eye contact with you, his vision a bit blurry from exhaustion. “y/n… sorry, can i come in?”

you oblige, holding the door open wide before you guide him to the living room and invite him to sit down on the plushness of your sofa, settling yourself on the opposite end of it. you silently prompt him to say what he came here to say with a nod of your head. 

“uhm, i’m sorry for turning up unannounced, and so late…” ever the courteous. “i had to sneak away from the lads and catch the last flight to here so it was all a bit down to the wire.” he lets out a small, uneasy laugh.

you cut off his rambling with a curt “what do you want, jude?” you don’t mean for it to sound so rude but you still hold the attitude of wanting to get this over and done with, already feeling annoyance at yourself for even letting him into your home. 

“right, yeah, i actually wanted to talk about what happened on saturday,” he goes back to fiddling with this thumbs, eyebrows furrowed but he avoids looking at you this time. not that you can blame him because your own vision shifts to anywhere but his direction. “i’m so sorry for making you uncomfortable a-and please tell me if this is inappropriate, but i haven’t stopped thinking about last night, i haven't stopped thinking about you, i-i’m sorry, i know this is all so silly and you probably don’t even feel the same bu-”

you stop him right there, this time with good reason as you can’t bear holding back your real emotions, not when he’s practically given you the green light to spill the contents of your heart.

“no, jude, i didn’t feel uncomfortable at all,” you assure him, gaze now on the footballer in front of you and you almost can’t believe the words leaving your mouth right now. “i wanted it to happen, i’m glad it happened, you know, i think i’ve had dreams about it happening,” you try and offset any tension with a timid chuckle before turning quite pensive. “i really like you, jude, i have for a long time… god, sorry, this is so embarrassing.” you return to making light of the situation you’ve put yourself in, the timidness sinking back in as quick as the relief lifts you up. 

jude moves closer to your now-cowering body, knees touching as your heartbeat surges with worry and self-consciousness all wrapped up into a tight, miserable ball. he puts his sweat-dampened hands into yours and squeezes in silent assurance before raising them up to his lips and laying a chaste kiss on the heated skin.

he can’t help but break out into a sweet smile, eyes threatening to crinkle at the edges. your face is still sketched with tension and now confusion has joined the mix.

“i can’t tell you how long i’ve waited to hear that from you, how much i needed to hear it,” your eyes meet his, widening in surprise a little. “i’m a fool for not telling you sooner… i like you, y/n, i really like you.” he repeats your own words back at you, leaning in with a smattering of amusement dancing in his vision. 

“can i kiss you?” the question leaves your lips faster than you can even process it in your brain.

jude wastes no time in replying with a firm pressing of his mouth on yours, deepening it within seconds, the need to cement his feelings for you being told through the way he cradles your head in his hand, leaning you back onto the arm of the sofa to further intensify the kiss. your lips move along with his, the soft weight of his body pressed against yours making you whine into his mouth in ecstasy.

he lifts off of you with a puckering of his swollen lips, the both of you taking the chance to draw in some air and attempt to regulate your breathing pattern.

“please take me to the bedroom,” you beg, breathless from the sheer sight of his dark eyes and pretty pout. there’s no fight nor denial from jude as he picks you up and prompts you to wrap your legs around his waist, quickening his pace once you point in the direction of your room.

he lays you down on the bed so gently, lips latching onto yours once again before they travel down your jaw and over the warm skin of your neck. the light touch of his fluttering eyelashes married with the pressure of his soft lips has your head spinning, hands tentatively laid on top of your sheets since you don’t trust yourself to not grab his head and bring it back to your lips. his fingers tinker with the waistband of your pyjama trousers, stretching it off your skin before he asks permission to peel them down your legs. 

once they’re cast away in some corner of your bedroom, jude divides your legs by the underside of your knees, tucking himself into the now available space between them, turning onto his side and resting on his left forearm. he leaves a small kiss over your covered cunt and you try your best to not just clamp his head in between your thighs and smother him with your growing wetness here and now. 

“need to get you ready, baby,” the sudden mention of the petname has you throbbing, squirming even more when he traces a line from your clit down to where there’s a small damp spot forming on the dark material of your underwear.

“jude, please,” you whine out, lifting your hips in a desperate bid to get the boy to strip your lower half completely. 

he shushes you in his own charming way, making sure to comply with your demand by getting up onto his knees and discarding your soaked panties in a matter of seconds, the cold air generated by his large hands whipping them off you hits your exposed pussy, making you hiss through gritted teeth.

jude returns to the gap between your spread legs, sitting back but still on his knees, his higher position causing you to shift onto resting your body weight on the palms of your hands in order to peer at his actions – which start with him re-tracing that same teasing line from your aching clit to your hole with his thumb, the feeling now so intense on your unclothed skin. he hums in what sounds to be satisfaction when you throw your head back in pleasure, taking it in his favour to slip his index finger into the tightness of your pussy. 

you release a guttural groan at the feeling of finally having some part of him inside you; you of course don’t want this to be the only part but you’re still so very grateful, so fucking grateful he’s now rubbing at your clit in delicious rounds, thumb tracing circle after circle while his fingers form a pair, pistoning in and out of you so easily due to the way your cunt douses itself with every move of jude’s. 

“fuck, baby,” jude moans at the sight of his soaked digits every time they barely pull out of that pretty pussy, his thumb torturing your sensitive bud increasingly so, the cries and whimpers spilling from your lips an incentive for him. “feel so good and tight around my fingers, can’t imagine how you’ll feel around my dick.” 

his words have you absolutely reeling, writhing against his hand to try and chase that moment of release. 

“please, jude, i’m so close,” you’re warning and demanding at the same time, almost begging him to not stop or even think about moving his fingers out of you. “god, please, i need it,” 

jude suddenly retracts both of his hands, leaving you bare and empty. “no way, baby, need to have you cumming on my cock or not cumming at all,” he comments with a shake of his head, denying you the opportunity of leaking your cum over his hand. upon seeing your bewildered face, he makes up for it by putting on a show of licking your juices clean off his fingers, the digits popped inside his mouth and dragged right back out with a low moan, him praising the way you taste. 

“move up the bed for me, angel,” he orders, watching you while he stands up and unclothes himself as quick as he can. you scoot backwards, legs still spread open like they’ve been locked in that position, before pulling your oversized t-shirt off of you, chest void of a restricting bra . “good girl,” he praises, crawling up to hover his body over your laying one, cock in hand as your legs come to wrap around him. “are you still okay with this? we can stop at any point, okay?”

the sincerity of his voice has you melting. some would remark that the bar is in hell for you but the truth is that you hadn’t been with anyone like this for more months than you could count on your hands. you've been touch-starved and lacking words of affirmation for so long, and you needed something to be only about you for once. 

“i’m more than okay with this,” you smile up at him, nodding to make your approval fully known. “and yes, i know i can stop you if i need to.”

jude reciprocates the same smile before leaning in and smothering your lips with his, pushing his cock into your tight wetness, so tight that your pussy almost pushes him back out, not used to being penetrated by something so thick.

“oh my god!” the feeling of tightness/fullness has you both gasping out the same thing at the same time, erupting into quiet giggles when the two of you realise your matching reactions. 

jude’s mouth finds its way back home in the embrace of your lips and you swear this is heaven, the way his cock slides in and out of your sopping cunt, set at such a perfect pace, the slight friction causing you to grow even wetter – the filth of it all contrasts so well with the sweetness of his muffled moans and tender kisses on your neck, moving down onto your collarbones and tits.

a particularly harsh thrust of his cock has your back arching, chest pushed up to his heated face, and he takes this golden opportunity to wrap his lips around your erect nipple, spending a good while sucking and tugging on the skin around it. you’re amazed at how his cock doesn’t relent inside you, the speed still so quick and consistent even when he’s so occupied in painting splotches on your tits with his mouth.

“there,” he pants out, pulling his head back and marvelling at his own creation. “now, there’s no doubt that you’re really mine.” the smile he gives you is a killer.

you whine at his declaration of you belonging to him, scratching at his shoulders and calling out his name to indicate that it’s all too much for you, that you’re so, so close to cumming on his cock and really giving him what he wants rather than pleasing yourself. you figure that’s you gone now; you’re more willing to put the boy above your own needs because you’re down that fucking bad for him.

“fuck, jude, i’m gonna cum!” you sob, your moans becoming more frequent and higher pitched, legs starting to shake from the intoxicating mix of exhaustion and delight. you’re frantically chanting “please, please, please” into his mouth which parts to swallow your whimpering, wet lips kissing your trembling ones. 

“go on, baby, cum for me, cum all over this cock,” he groans out, eyes squeezing shut when the feeling of your pussy clamping down tightly on his thickness proves too much to handle, face finding refuge in the crook of your neck. he knows you don’t need his permission, he would’ve let you orgasm as many times as you wanted to, would’ve let you use him like your own personal sex toy, but the words were only there to keep you going when his hips felt like faltering – he needed you cumming on his cock like he promised before, and he wasn’t about to fuck it up himself.

a final scream rips from your throat as you cum hard around jude, pussy clenching and pulsating around his cock so sporadically you thought you were having two orgasms at once. jude can’t handle it anymore, pulling out with a myriad of moans as he pumps his shaft with a hand, decorating the expanse of your lower abdomen with warm, white liquid. you’re still squirming, slowly trying to wheeze out the remaining whimpers from your lungs which you’re finding hard to do with the way jude pants and moans above you, the boy so spent he can’t help but breathe like he hasn’t had access to air for the past hour.  

he flops down by your side, arms and legs sprawled like a starfish, chest rising and falling as he attempts to recuperate from the mindblowing sex you two just had. the image is so unserious that you can’t stifle your giggles but you decide to take another step of courage to lay on your side resting your head on his shoulder, fingers stroking his abs and playing with the curly hairs of his happy trail. 

the room is quiet now with the scent of sex wafting through your nostrils on occasion but it’s the most comfortable silence you’ve experienced with jude, the feeling of his hot skin on yours so soothing to you.

after a period of panting, jude clears his throat and your ears prick up at the presence of sound. he turns his head towards you and you lift yourself up and off him out of instinct – you want full attention on him.

“i don’t want this to be a one-time kinda thing, y’know,” he proclaims, biting his lip from saying too much in one go.

“what, is this your way of saying you want round two already?” you joke, nose crinkling at the way he rolls his eyes playfully.

“shut up,” he delivers a poke to your side. “i mean, well, i don’t want either one of us to see this as a spur-of-the-moment thing, i just…” you look at him expectantly, silently telling him to continue. “i want you to be my girlfriend, y/n.” 

you’re nearly knocked back by his words, wondering if they’re real or if you’re simply just hearing things. you thought dialogue like that, coming from him, was only reserved for your imagination, kept secret and only spoken to you in late-night mental scenarios that would comfort you on your way to slumberland.

you let out a laugh that’s an odd mix of relief and disbelief, quickly replying “yes, yes, of course” to his awaiting face, which releases a look of relief itself before jude captures your lips with such passion you’re both knocked back onto the plush pillows, giggling into each other’s mouths until your hands find themselves running down the defined muscles of his abdomen and over his hardening cock.

#girlies i’ve never had alcohol in my life so i hope the way i wrote reader & jude being drunk was ok !!! 🫶🏽 #then again i’ve never had sex in my life and i write extensively about it so u know . 😭😭😭 #guys imagine if before every smut fic i wrote a disclaimer like ‘guys i-i’ve never had sex before but i hope i did okay with this 🥺🥺' LMAO #ALSO omg im sorry abt the inconsistencies in tone + tempo i legit wrote this over a 5 month period + came back to it at times when i didnt #feel like writing + i was just tryna get to the good bit iykwim ( ͡ ° ͜ʖ ͡ °) #˗ˏˋ 📝 ˎˊ˗ #˗ˏˋ 💬 ˎˊ˗ #jude bellingham #jude bellingham smut #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham x fem!reader #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham x you #jude bellingham x y/n #football imagine #footballer smut #footballer imagine

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˗ˏˋ🌈Hey Radiobelle Shippers!🦌ˎˊ˗ 📝For this Friday activity caption what Alastor and Charlie are saying, and turning it into a sweet Charlastor interaction! 😍💬

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🦌💌₊˚✧⋆ 🎪 🧸💭·˚ ༘♡ 🍫·˚ˎˊ˗

🧁·˚ ༘♡ ₊˚📝🎅🏻·˚ˎˊ˗ 🍄🐩🍓✧ ࿐ ˚.

ミ🌷♡📄.°୭̥ ⠀ ✧₊˚. 🍓🗒 / 🐰☁️*⋆ฺ࿐

🗒彡🐕🌷🌨

. ✦ · .

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀˚ ⊹ ˚

⠀⠀ ⊹

📮 ♡ 🐰 ✩ೃ°

🏹🌷♡⋅₊˚.// 🍓🐇‧₊˚✧

彡🍯🌧🐻₊˚.༄

ᯤ🕺🏻(♡) *:･ﾟ

˚ ༘ 🏃🏻⛱ ヅ

🏂˗ˏˋ✿´ˎ˗🪂

✿🦒‧⁺◟(🌐)

˚🥦+🧀*･῾ ᵎ

⋆⁺₊⋆👨🏻‍🌾ヾ🐄

꒰ 🛹+🤸🏻 ꒱

ミ🍅🥛*:･

˚ ༘🥡*🍜⋆｡˚

♡ヾ🧚🏻‍♂️✨ᙏ̤̫͚

‧⁺◟(🛋🧸) ◡̎✧

˗ˏˋ🦆ᯤ🩹´ˎ˗

🚧✧˖*💥

#bios #soft bios #twice soft bios #bts bios #exo bios #kpop #kpop bios #kpop soft bios #loona bios #twice bios #kpop packs #messy bios #anime #anime layouts #bios bts #bios exo #bios got7 #bios kpop #bios kpop messy #bios messy

[capuccinofluffly]

୧♡୨

𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈 𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐋 𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐋𝐋 20 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 !

Seriously thanks for following me <3

𝐈𝐭 𝐂𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐌𝐞,𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐈𝐭 TT

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐲𝐦𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐬 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐀 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 ㅋㅋㅋ.

♡. °⊹ ¡ emoticons !

(ᵔ๑ᵕ̳ ᴥ ᵕ̳๑)         ₍ᵔᵕ̳ᴥᵕ̳ᵔ₎っ♡       ゞ₍ᵔ๑・ᴥ・ᵔ₎ 

ヾ(˛˛˛・︿・˛˛˛)ﾉﾞ  ｡◍ ʕ=・ᴥ・=ʔ    ٩(๑•́ ₃ •̀๑)ﾉﾞ

(๑•ᴗ•๑)    ♡ ꒰˘ᵌ˘꒱♡     ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡)    ʕ๑•́ᴥ•̀๑ʔ 

ʕ； •`ᴥ•´ʔ      є(•⌔•)э       ˏ₍•ɞ•₎ˎ         (ಥ‿ಥ)ﾉﾞ

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭*     (͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)    

♡. °⊹ 𝘌𝘮𝘰𝘫𝘪𝘴 ¡!

🫀 👅 🎒 🎸 🌹 🍒 🍓 🍉 ☎️ 🍎 🩸

🐯 🏵  🍁  🥐  🧃  🚂  🌾  🎃  🧩  🖼  🩹

📒  🌕  🍋  🧀  🍮  🍺  🐤  🐥  🌻  🌼  💫 

🦋  🐞  🐝  💐  🌱  🍎  🥑  🥐  🍥  🍦  🥡  🍩

🍫  🥛  🥤  📎  🖇  ⛓  💕  💫  🐰  🐇  🌺  🍊

🍋  🍣  🍰  🐻  🐢  🥀  🌸  🍑  🥝  🥥  🍙  🍜

🍯  🍬  🎠  🎢  🎡  🌁  📺  🎬  📒  🖌  📝  🗒

⚖  🏹   💭  💌  🍐  🍉  🍞  🥞  🍟  🧀  🍭  🎪

♡. °⊹ ¡ dividers !

﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏

︶︶︶︶୨୧︶︶︶︶ ︶︶︶︶୨୧︶︶︶︶ㅤㅤ

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︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶

⠈⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄

• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •

⌒⌒⌒⌒⌒⌒⌒⌒⌒⌒⌒⌒⌒⌒⌒⌒⌒⌒⌒⌒⌒

╭──────♡──────╮

╰──────♡──────╯

-  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -

──⊙────────

↻     ◃◁  II  ▷▹     ⇄

─◡─◡─◡─◡─◡─◡─◡─┄

╴╴╴╴╴╴╴╴╴╴╴╴╴╴╴╴╴╴╴

ㅤ

║▌│█║▌│ █║▌│█│║▌║

¹³ ⁴ ⁵ ⁶ ⁷ ⁸ ³⁵ ⁶² ⁷ ² ¹³ ⁴ ⁵ ⁶ ⁷

･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･

ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ° . ·   . ✧ °  . ੭

┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ㅤ

─────────────────────

━ ━━━━ ━━━━ ━

┄┄┄『 . • ㅤㅤ❝ ✿ ❞ㅤㅤ • . 』┄┄┄

❛━━━━━━━ ••• ━━━━━━━❜

╰───────╮ ▽ ╭───────╯

‧ ‧ ‧ ✿‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧❀‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧♡‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧❀‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧✿ ‧ ‧ ‧

ㅤ

°•✧･ ✿ ･✧•°┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┓

┗┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅°•✧･ ✿ ･✧•°

✷◎்۫۫❃۬◦۪۪̥┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┓

┗┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅��┅┅

♡. °⊹ ¡ Chinese characters !

㸑 㼖 䃻 䉷 䕾 䚕 䚕 䙰 䝄 䝄 壪 廳 廳 廳 廳 戅 壪 廳 戅 戆 攮 斸 曯 欖 靍 靎 顳 顴 飌 飍 飝 馫 驤 驥 驦 驧 麷 繼 繩  ⻯ ⻲ ⻱ ⻩ ⻨ ⻪ ⻲⻡⻘⿕⿆ ㌫

♡. °⊹ arrows ¡!

↛ ↝ ↠ ⇝  ↣ ↦ ↬ ⇀  ⇁ ⇉ ⇏ ⇛ ⇢ ⇥ ⇨ ⇰ ⇴ ⇶ ⇸  ⇻ ⇾ ➔ ➙➛  ➜  ➝  ➞  ➟   ➡  ➢  ➣  ➤  ➥  ➦ ➨  ➩  ➪  ➫  ➬  ➭  ➮  ➯  ➱  ➲  ➵➺  ➻ ➼  ➽  ➾ ⇴ ➠↚  ↜  ↞ ↢  ↤  ↫ ↼  ↽ ⇇  ⇍ ⇜ ⇠ ⇤ ⇷  ⇽ ⇚ ⇦  ⇺↭ ↮ ↹ ⇄ ⇆ ⇋ ⇌  ⇎ ⇔ ⇹ ⇼  ⇿↟ ↥ ↾ ↿ ⇈ ⇑ ⇞ ⇡ ⇪ ⇧⇫ ⇬ ⇭  ⇮  ⇯↡   ↧ ↯ ⇂  ⇃ ⇓  ⇟  ⇣  ⇩ ⇊↨ ⇅ ⇕ ⇳ ⇵↰ ↱ ↲ ↳ ↴ ↶ ↷ ↸ ↺ ↻ ⇖ ⇗⇘ ⇙ ➚➴➶⇶⇷⇸⇹⇺⇻⇼⇽⇾⇿⤴︎⤵︎⤶⤷⤹ꜜ⌁⌃⌄⎋˿➔➘➙➚➛➜➝➞➟➠➢➣➤➥➦➧➨➩➪

➫➬➭➮➯➱➲➳➴➵➶➷➸➹➺➻➼➽➾

✁ ✂︎ ✃ ✄ ✌︎ ✍︎ ✎ ✏︎ ✑ ✒︎✔︎ ✕ ✖︎ ✗ ✘ ❍ ❏ ❐ ❑ ❒

♡. °⊹ Symbols ¡! 

̽֯̽ ̽֯ 𖤐 ⩩✦˖˚❁⌗﹟  ⌇ ༱   ༢   ⸒    ❟       ͎ᨛ᤹   〞◖   ꩟   ᠀      ིི   ⸼    ۰    ۪۪۫۫     ‧ ₊   ༝   ･ ˖ ˚   。 .   ⋆      ࣧࣧ      ۬۟۬    个     ͜͡     ⑅   ꠴   ੭    ᤴ    ៸   ꞈ ◯         ʬ   ꞈ    ⸝    ˴ ،،   ࿈   ะ   ⸾   ꒲    ൃ     ்     ༘      ྀ   ፧   •   ⁺⃛   *      ̥ ⁺  ݃ * ₊ ･ ﾟ ◠ ୫   ୣ   ૢ      ཻུ۪۪͎   ⸼ ೃ ⊹   ൣ    ૢ་༘    ۪۪̥°     ۣۜ     ᬽ   ᪥   ᬁ       ⸼   ۰   ۪۪۫۫    ·₊̣̇ .   ⊱ ⊰   ∝    ೄ    ※    ⿻   ۬   ⪧    ໒ ː    ͡    ︵ ՞ 〃 ᩙᩙ   ᵎ   ⏝      ꦿ    ۫։ຼ   ೃ   ෞ      。ꞈ    ▿ ▾   ⌀    ଽ 𖡻 ⌔ 𖧐 ㅤ֮ ​   ະ̽   Ꮠ    ͟͟͞͞     ◠   ◡   ˙˙˙     ຳ    ﹻ ៹ ꪵ    ፝֟֯    ∴   ∵   ∶   ∷   ፠   ፡   ෴⁑   ⁗   ⁞     ⵿     ｷ     ⃛      ⃙ꪳ       ཷ     ١   ꦽ   ㅋ ᨳ᭬   ˓    ༿   ⸒     ᷍     ࿎     ̫  ◦۪۪̥   𖡋     ̽ ᭝ ᮫      ᪶᪶   ️️꒦ ꒷ ꒦ ꒷ ˗ˏˋ 🌱 ˎˊ˗   ⃢    ꪶ    ࿓   જ   ᦔ   ܓ    ᐜ᜴     ʚĭɞ   ﻬ꜆   ༉   ⿴   ≡   ࿔   ༅   ／   ଓ ઇ ઉ   ᧙   ᥐ    ༣   ᶻᶻᶻ   ⋗   ⌒   ˀ   ʕ 𖧧   ༄   ୭̥   ೫   ๑ ︵   இ   𖥸   𖧷   𖠱   ꩜ ♡ ┊ ✎⟆ v ⚘   ₰   ࿂ ﹆ ﹅ ∅ 𖤍 ۝ ༊   ⌬   ꨄ   ೨   ᵕ̈   𖣦   ✎   ✐   ஜ   ಌ ִֶָ   ⅋   ⎓   ૪   ⌑   ␥   ᯾   ■    ♧      ಇ බ 组 ⁂ = ⏧ ᯼ ༻   ༺ 〻 〼 〾 ⅌ ⌯ ␦ ​ㅤ࿆ ᝰ ん ๛ ◇ ❣ ⸙ ◈ ෆ ◿ ◸ ⏂ ✑   ✁   ✃   ✄ 彡 ꠵ ﹫ ᦰ   ։ຼ ꧔ ꞋꞌꞋꞌ   ͝    ᝐ 㶌 ⏠ ۞ ⎋✩ ✼ ｡ﾟ･ ☆ ° ｡ㅤ→ ༄ ‧₊˚ 「 」 ⇢ ๑ ◞♡° ⸙͎ ˀˀ ♡⃕   ◡̈ ꒰ ⌦ ✗ ⌜ ⌝ ⌞ ⌟ ↳ ❝ ❞ ➤ ↲ ۪۫❁ཻུ۪۪ ⎧ ୧ ⋅ ..⃗. ┊ೃ ╰► ꒱ ➛ ↴ ❱ ✿•˖* ℘ ﹋﹋ ❛ ╯ ❲ ❳ ∞ ‹ ∅ ┊ ➹   ੈ♡‧₊˚ ↱ ᵕ̈ ↷ ೃ ╲ ╱ 彡 ✥ ❥ Ꮠ ➜ ᎒ ☈ ❁ ⸙͎۪۫ ⊰ 「❀」 . .⃗ ༉‧₊˚✧   . ˚ ⚘ ˏ`୭̥*ೃ *ૢ✧ ཻུ۪۪⸙͎ ೫`   ⃟ ཹ։❀ ፧  ੈ✩‧₊ ૪'ރ፧ ࿐ °↳ ׂׂૢ༘ ۵`⌧ ≡ ⸙ ↺彡*ૢ✧;; ↳♡↣❁۪۪ ❥ ➼ ▪ ﹀ೃ* ᬄ ღ ༾    ꙰ ≈  - ̗̀ ゞ •| ⊱✿⊰ |• ╰─►⸙͎ — ≡↳ ׂׂૢ༘ ۵`⌧.⛇♯݊     - ̗̀ ː͡₊ˀ 〜   📁ᥴˀ⸼᮫͓ͯ̽❳；   . ⸙. ͎۪۫     Oº°‘¨      ፝֯֟    ت   →× — ⁶ ︸ 〞 ꜜ ͎    ╰   ╯    ╱╳╲   ⸗꒰☁️꒱♡ =͟͟͞͞:   〣 ꞋꞌꞋꞌ ҂ ˘˘˘ ⸝⸝ ￤ ꜥꜤ ﹆ ꜛ ꜜ ⸃⸃ ⸼ ꞈ ⸗   ⭏ ▾   ꭛   ˖ ︴ ↻ ⇁ ﹏   ゛ ⇢ ﾞ  ⁾⁾ ⭞ ଽ ୭̥ ➶ ↻ ✘ ┈ ₊̇°˟̫ː ៸៸   ｡ ٬٬ ␣   ❪ ￣ ҩ ✕     ͝    ۫ ۪۪۪۫    ” ᵎ 〇 ,, ㅤᅌ ❫ ٠ِ٘ٓ ℮ ▪ ❬ ❭ ❨ ❩ ⸂ ᵎ , ⃕    ➘ α ❴   ⟨ ⟩ ︵─┊-˚̩̥̩̥)❫❪(،ﷻෆ∞ೃ❅≡〈〔＜ㄑ(ㄥ=三=＝《 ￣￣￣（丶／＼.˙˙．〝！？冫人｜!i＾iゝ〔〔〕〉 ⵢ◞⃕   ◡̈ ꒰   ⌜ ⌝ ⌞ ⌟ ཻུ۪۪۪۫ ⎧ ..⃗. ꒱ Ꮠ ⊰ .⃗ ༉‧ ⃟     ﹫ ˚◦⸵ ˬ̽. ̽ ⸽⋆≿⁞ꜜ₊̣﹏﹃﹄「」₊｡ﾟ➶︾ 〃 ･﹢   ̼ ⌁⌔⌕ ⌮┊┈┄┆︱︳ ﹋﹉ ﹊﹍﹎‿︵ 〄␣₎⁾₍⁽“˘︵︶⌫⌦ ␍ ␎ ℭ ℮℻⊹ ◜ ◝ ◞ ◟ ◠ ◡ ˙˙˙   ̼   ͝ ︴〻〼 〾 ⅌ ⌸ ⌲ ⌯ ⌮ ␥ .␦ ⎴ ⎗ ⎕ ⎓ ⌑ ␥ ╯ ❲ ❳ ∞ ‹ ∅ ┊ ➹  ੈ‧₊˚  ↱ ᵕ̈  ↷ ೃ ╲ ╱ Ꮠ ➜ ᎒ ☈ ❁ ⸙͎۪۫ ⊰.⃗  ₊˚✧ ୭̥*✧ ཻུ۪۪`   ⃟   ❀ ፧  ੈ✩ރ፧  °↳  ׂׂ  ⌧ × ✖  ⚘݄⿴݃*₊˚ ෆ  ♻,.⸼۰ ۪۪۫۫ ❬“= ” ヾ،،   ·₊̣̇. ❵ෞ  ˚‧⁺.* ೃೀ ◌¨̮͚ *•  ◌ ≈ ✰ ₊ೆ ̖́‧♡ ೃ ♡  ❁ཻུ۪۪⸙͎ ੈ˚✩ ｡ﾟ☆° ｡→ ༄ ‧₊˚ 「 」 ⇢ ๑ ◞♡° ⸙͎  ˀˀ ♡⃕   ◡̈ ꒰  ✗ ⌜ ⌝ ⌞ ⌟ ↳ ↲ ۪۫❁ཻུ۪۪ ⎧ ୧ ⋅ ..⃗. ┊ೃ ╰► ꒱ ➛૪' ↴ ❱ ✿•˖* ℘❁『』➳ ❃ ✞ ❦ ❝ ❞ ˗ ˏˋ ˎˊ -┊承 ↬ •° ✿ .•° ❀ ♡— ¦↻↺༼ ༽✦✧★❆❈➤➣➢❏ ☪ ೃ °➫┇┋💫 ⸙ ✃ ❍ ✎✐彡.。 .:*・↳↰↱↲ ៚

༄◦✦◦✰︎✯✵，________ ⌇❐⚘༉‧₊˚ ✧┃│█▓▒░░▒▓█▕ ◕ ➟ • ⊹ ✧ ─ ❜❛ ⇜ ⇝ ↭ ๛ ✯ ❖ → ← 💦❝ ❞ ☓ ✓〘 〙✾ ✑ 🏷 ↶ ↷ ⎌ ❲ ❳ ⌦ ⌫ ❁ཻུ۪۪⸙͎ Ｏｈ, ｈｉ！₊˚.༄ ࿐*:･ﾟ ↯✰❜ೃ∗᯽ꕤ「」⇲⇱↵⚀⚁⚂⚃⚄⚅·➧︴﹝﹞ （ ）〔 〕 ₀ ₁ ₂ ₃ ₄ ₅ ₆ ₇ ₈ ₉ ﹀♢ ꒰ ꒱ ˑ 𖥸 ミ ❪ ❫ ➘ 。➯✧️✧️ ♯ இ ╱ ╲ ﹋ ㅤ :･ﾟ ﾉ ː͡➘₊̣̇ ✧* ੈ © ꕀ 𖠳 ⌲ ⌂ ⁝ ༘ ⃗ ◌ ⊰ ⊱ ❒ ❑ ≡ - ̗̀ ̖́- ◠ ﹙ ೖ୭ ˒ ⁺ ೃ࿔ ˚ ༘✧ ⴰ༢ ୧ ◌₊˚⋆ ┌ ┐└ ┘﹫ ✆ ➚ ➙ ◊ ⁰ ¹²³⁴ ⁵ ⁶ ⁷ ⁸ ⁹ ～ ੈ ೀ ✰*ૢ✧ ཻུ۪۪⸙ ❬ ❍̥͙̊ ࿔ ˖۪⸙͎ ំஂ ︹ ⿻ ⬚ ヾ≈ ෞ ╰ ╯ ╭ ╮ ୭̥≈ ⁾ ꜜ ଽ ◜ ◝ ⇽ ⇾

❏ ¨̮ ༊ ꧁꧂ ‧⁺ ✎ᝰ ﹆•:◦

𖠵 𝘀𝗶𝗺𝗯ᦅ𝗹ꮻ𝘀 2 ★̲ 🎀 

☄︎  𖦥  ⬫  ⬪  ◠  ᨒ  ☃︎  𖠳  ❅  𖠌  ｡  命  ꐑꐑ  ま  ❒  ꧇  ՚՚  ⭒  ⋆  ⾕  𖣖  ⩇  ⩉  𖣠  𖤣  ʚɞ  ⌯  𓂅  𓂃  𓏲  𓍯  ᯽  ﹫  ꈍᴗꈍ  𖣯    ݈݇-  𖥻  %  ꏏ  〄  ゅִ  𓄼  𓍢  ▨  ▦  ▩  ◌  ◍  ◔  ◕  ❀  ✿  ❁  ✾  ❖  ☆  ★  □  ■  ✮  ✰  ？ ！ ⍝  ∗  ✦  ✧  ꜝꜝ  𖢨  ៸៸𝆬  ᕬ  ⎙    ৎ୭  ‹𝟹  ‹𝟥  ♡  ♥︎  𐇯  𓂺  𓂸  𓃭  𓄇  𓍲  𓍱  𓏊  𓏋  𖠚  𖠅  𖠊  𖠿  𖤥  𖤘  𖤐  𖦹  𝅘𝅥𝅮  𝅘𝅥𝅯  🀋  🀙  🂻  🂽  🃖  🃄  𐇔  𐇓  𐂂  𐂃  ﹪  ﹙﹚  ☹︎  ☺︎  ﹅  ﹆  ⊹ ☕︎ 𓄲    ฅ ࣪ ˖   𓊔  𓈃 ⋆ › 𖠗 ִ⌗ ▹ ⚠︎ ★̲

ᕱ⠀⑅⠀𓂃⠀✦⠀𓄼⠀২⠀୨⠀⋆⠀𓂅⠀⬪⠀ꕤ⠀ՙ⠀╰╮⠀♡̶⠀৲⠀ৎ⠀⬪˙         𓈒⠀⌕⠀⊹ ࿔⠀៸⠀﹆⠀﹟⠀𓏲⠀‹𝟹⠀+⠀𖧧⠀،⠀ꗃ⠀ഒ ᐢ..ᐢ⠀ᘒ⠀∞⠀𖦹⠀⌗⠀★⠀♥︎⠀⭒⠀ʚ⠀𓍢 ♡⠀﹫⠀ᖘ⠀﹠⠀੭⠀◪⠀❪❫⠀𓏲⠀❪❫⠀𑁯໋⠀！⋆ 𖣠 🜸 ᨎ  ▦  𖦹 ◐⠀≀⠀⁺⠀˒⠀७⠀٫⠀ᨒ⠀⸼જ⠀◞

𖠵 glitters ★̲ 🎀

⊹    ۪  𖥔  ˑ  ִ  ֗    ִ  ۫   ˑ  𖥻 ִ ۫  ּ   ﹗ ˖  ་ 💭 𖦆    ֺ  ָ   ֙⋆

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

• • • • • 🧂  ࣪ ▸ ִֶָ 𖥔 ࣪˖ .   ֺ  ָ   ֙⋆    ་    ᳝   ◝     𖥻   ̨𖥔 ִ ་  ، ˖ ࣪  ꜝꜞ  ᳝ ࣪    ִֶָ 𖥔

• ◞ ¡ ࣪˖ ✶   ⊹ ᨘ໑. ♡  ⊹ ࣪𖣠 ִֶָ ›◞ 𖦹 ࣪˖  ◂ ׄ  ִֶָ › ࣪˖ ⌕  ▸ 𖧧 ࣪   ࣪ ͎ ᵎ ˖࣪

• • • • • ༝⠀ ݁  ◂   ៹ ࣪˖⁩ ◞ ⋆ ›  ◟⊹ ˚˖   ˖ 𖥧 ִֶָ  ˓ ✹ ִֶָ  ࣪ ،     ִֶָ✹˚.   . ݁ ٬٬ ࣪ ،

• ୨ ࣪ ⊹ ֶָ  ◞ ¡ ࣪˖  𖡼 ָ࣪ ˖  ! 𑁍 ָ࣪ ˖   ˖ ࣪ ꒷  ⋆ Ꮺ ָ࣪ ۰   . ݁ ٬٬ ࣪ ، 𒀭 𖨂

• • • • •  ˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅  𓂃 ࣪˖ 𖣠    ࣪˖ ⌕  ⋆ ࣪.   . ` ⌕  ✫

ᜊ   ᜃ    ᜌ    ᜑ    𖦹    𖧡    𖨯    𖦁    𖥸 𖥔    𖣠    𖤣    𑊂    𑊡    𑊑    𑊁    𑊢    ᘏ    ᘏ    ᕱ    ᕱ 𖡼 ⭑ 𖤩 ◖  𒀭 ! ᐢ..ᐢ⠀ᘒ⠀∞⠀⌗⠀★   ⠀♥︎⠀⭒⠀ʚ⠀𓍢 ≀⠀⁺⠀˒⠀७⠀٫⠀ᨒ⠀⸼⠀જ⠀◞ ♡    ■     ꫂ     ২      ζ      १     𖥧 𓂃     ᨒ   ୫     ૪     ໒    𐂴    ৎ     ຊ     ∿    ꔵ   ⸙    ຯ    ໒    ೨    𖧧    Ꮺ    𖧷   𓏲     𖥨   ๑    ໑ ࿔    ७      ५     ୭     ᠀     𑁯 ੭     ⩩    ৎ    𖨂    𖥦  𓍢   ζִֶָ     ꔛ    ੭    𓎆   ◞   𐚱    ⩄    ⍝    ᠀    ·    ꗃ    𔓕   𓆠   ꔛ   𝄰   ⁛   ˳   𓈈   ✧   𖠇   ⋕   𓆦     ✶   ⭓   ⭔   ﹫   𖠣   𝅏   ٠   ꐑ   ！  ⿻   𓆤   ›   𐀔   જ   ،   𝄿   𝆞   𝅘   ⌗   ꒰   ꒱   ﹏   ⁝   ⊹   ୨   ഒ   ﾉ   ༝   ⑅   ʚ   ɞ   ⸝   ੭   ↷     ▦    ꑘ   𖥔    ᠉   ִֶָ⁠    ৶   ‹3    ៸៸    ≡    ઇ   𖧧  キ  "   𓄹    ⊹   ⿻     ७    ᘏ⑅ᘏ    𖧧    ᨦ    𓂅    𓄹    ⍝    ﹆    ≀  ☹     ☻     𔘓     𔖲     ⛱   𔗫   𐂂  ᥝ  ᯤ  ᨦ  ᯅ  𐑺  𑁍  𐦫    𖥸  𝆺𝅥  ⚝     ⚐     𑜆     𐌆     ރ    ぉ  〰  ᪡  𓂃  ᨒ  𓍢  𝕬    ౾     ℼ     ⍝     𓂄  ᰓ  𖠁  𖤜   ⸙   ຯ   ໒   ೨   𖧧   Ꮺ   𖧷   𓏲    𖥨    ꫂ    ২     ζ     १     𖥧   ♥︎   ୫    ૪    ໒    𐂴   ৎ    ຊ    ∿ ꔵ   ✦   ⟆   ֊   ꗃ    ⌗   ❍ ﹕ཿ   ♡   ■ 𓂃 ֶָ֢֪⠀⟠  𓍼  𓂅 ⏃ ﹅  ❏   ⍝   ೨   ⎙  𖥻‎   ִֶָ   ᤴ   ‹𝟹  ๑  ଡ଼  ꉂ  𖤐  ♡̷̸⁩  ִֶָ    ٠     ᭡    ꕤ   𓈀   っ   ⌗    𓄹    ⦂    ᘏ   𔘓   𓈈   𓂃   𖠿    ཿ    ࿀   ᎔   ᎓     ᜴   ᜵   ᝪ   ៚  ៳   ᠀   ᠉    ᤳ    ᨓ    ᭝   ᱺ   ᳃    ◯   ◦  ◡  ◠   ⋆    ۬۟۬     ⑅    ꠴   ੭   જ   ꞈ    ⸝    ˴   ›    ≡    ࿔   ／   ଓ    ઇ   ઉ   ᧙   ᥐ   ៸   ૪   ೨   ␥   ■   ♧   ◇   ◈   ﹫   ꧔   ੭   જ    ꞈ    ⸝      ≡    ࿔    ଓ    ઇ    ઉ    ᧙    ᥐ   ៸   ໒    ː    ՞   ᵎ    ࿂  ﹆  ᰍ   ִ𖧧   𖤠   𓄹   𓈀   𖦥   ﹅   ⸯⸯ   ンㅤꞋꞌꞋꞌ   ⛸ㅤィ   %   𓂃  ㇁  ◒   ！  ンㅤ╮   ⟆   ﹏   ！  𝅓   𓂃𓈒   ﹑  ζ  ㅤ﹏   ⨾ㅤ 𓈈ㅤ❨   ᨓ   ⎓   °   ？  𓈒ㅤ▱   𓂅   𓂃   ⨾   ᘒ   ◟  ζ   𓍢   ◖   ᨓ ♡    ■     ꫂ     ২      ζ      १     𖥧 𓂃   ♥︎   ᨒ   ୫     ૪     ໒    𐂴    ৎ     ຊ     ∿    ꔵ   ⸙    ຯ    ໒    ೨    𖧧    Ꮺ    𖧷   𓏲     𖥨    𖦹    ๑    ໑ ࿔    ७      ५     ୭     ᠀     𑁯    ੭     ⩩    𖦹   ৎ    𖨂    𖥦  𓍢   ζִֶָ     ꔛ    ੭    𓎆   ◞   𐚱    ⩄    ⍝    ᠀    ·    ꗃ    𖦹      𓈒       𖧧      𓂃      𝕝      𓄹    𓄼      ҂      ⬫      ܀         ⃝          ᘏ      ︰       ⚠        ꤥ         𓇬          𓃉        𓇸         𓆇       ⸃       ⸰         ⬞     𐑥        ᠈       ✉        ᨒ        ﹆         ⬝       𑁤        𔘓    𔓘      ᜊ        ᪤       ꒷      ⌨        ⬪         ↀ       ⬩     ⬧        ⬥        ⊹       〨        ⩌         ⩍       ⩋       𓊌      𓇿       𓊔        𓈈       ㆐        Ⳋ        ︳       ⴰ    𔒴        ↻        𝅅         ﹐         ㄔ         ഒ         ＊      ⛓        𓎆        ⩩       ⵌ      ᳦      㚼     ┈       ⵌ        ⌯     ⨳        ⚬        𔔀         ⬦       𓈀        𓋰       𓏔    𓈃       ﹘         ﹏      ᳅       ⼓      𖧋       𔗘       𔔤    𖧷        ⧎       ⧘        𑃰       𖧡          𔗂        𔔢         𓊕       𓈓       𓇾       ᝆ       𔓕       𓍼       𓂄      𐄹     㔾         ᘐ       𐂲      𓄰        𔒱       𔖳         𐂴       𔘗      𔔁       𓏹          𓈟         𓈁         𓄲        𓄳         𓄴     𓄵     𓄶      𓄷        𓄸 

⛸️ ぃ ˑ  𖥻 ִ ۫ 𖠗 ⋆ ▭▬  ▸ ִֶָ  𖦹  𓄹𓈒 𖥔  ⊹  ˑ  ִ  𓂄  𐩗  ⩇⩇' 🕷❗𖠵  ▞▚▞▚▞▚  𝐓.  ﹪  ᱺ  〄  ᠀ 𔔢  🝙  ᕱᕱ  𖥦  ໑  ⵢ ꒦꒷  ꕤ  𓈃  ⫘⫘⫘  𔘓  ✹  ♡︎  𓁹  ☠︎  𑁍  𓆉︎  𖣯  𓆩 𓆪  ﹫  ‣  ン  ⸃  ⟠  ᥫ  ᥐ  𒀭  𖣗  𖧧  マ  ︩︪    ⩄  ❀̸  ੭  ꖹ· ˚ˎˊ˗  ꊞ  ✁  𖠵  ꗃꠂꠥ  ❍  ∅  𝄄︕ 𐦙 𐦕 𐦋 𐩗 𐪞 𐪚 ় ४ ֎ 𔓐 – 𖡩 𓐆 𖨳 ✫ ✯ ✭ ⛌ ⛉ ⚝ ⚐ ⚃ ♺ ⌇ ⌖ 𓄧 ��� 𖠌 𖤘 𖤺 🀰 ○ ●  .   .  Ⱉ  ॱଳ͘  ıllıllı  മ  ⩎  ✶  ᘒ  ͽ  ⚲  𓆩  𓈊  ،،  ˶  ▹  𐐫  ፀ  ✦ 𑁤  ᐛ  ✶  ᨷ ⚇  ͽ  ᐢᐢ  ⺲  𐄬 ଘ  𖡩  𖠗  𔖏  ✠  ⩨ 𖥠 ❈ ✧ ౾ ᨎ ໒ ଡ଼ 𓆩 𐑺 𝟑 𖥨 ≛ ⬔

             ║▌│█║▌│ █║▌│█│║▌║

               ๋࣭ ⭑ ⸱៰ ͘ ࣭⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ   𓂃  ࣪៙͘⸳⭑ࣶࣸ   ֺ✦⸼࣪⸳

ɞ ⌕ ❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘❙❙❚❙❘❙❘❙❚❙❘❙❙❚❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ♡゙ ˖  ࣪ 💭🎀Ꮺ !  ∩⑅∩ ᘒ ࣪ 🧠˖˙ 𖥦  ⪧ ◟ ˒ ˶ᵔᵕᵔ˶ ㇏𖣗𖦆⊹🕷♡̷̷ 𖤐˖﹙﹚女˚ ❥ ⊹ 𓏲࣪ 神 .˚ 𖥨┉┈ ˓    ༿   ⸒  ／   ଓ  ઇ  ઉ   ᧙   ᥐ  𖧧   〞◖   ꩟   ᠀  ◠   ◡   ˙˙˙     ຳ    ﹻ ﹟╳× ̟ ˖ ⁺ ₊  ✼ ｡ﾟ･ ☆ ° ｡ ະ  ⵓ  ꒰ᵕ༚ᵕ⑅꒱ˀˀ 𓏲 ❛⠀text •𓋅 𖧧 ָ࣪ ⠀⠀ㅤ⠀ོ≛ ، . ‹ ִֶָ . ָ࣪ ‹ ャ ִֶָ   ︶꒷꒦︶      ꒦꒷꒷꒦      ︶꒷꒦꒷︶ ٬٬ ࣪ ،ぬ̳ ⊹ ᨘ໑▸  𖥻  ˑ   ִ  𖦹   ִ  ˑ 𖥔   ּ   ִ  𖦹   ִ  ˑ  𖥻 ๑◕‿◕๑ ❘❙❚𖦹❚❙❘❙❚❘❘❙❘ ╲ 𓍯 ࣪🦴 ᳝ ˑ 𐇛̲﹗ ˖  ་ 💭 𖦆 🧠 ぃ ˑ 🐩 ִ  ⌨︎  ֺ  ָ   ֙⋆ 🩰 𖥻 ִ ۫  ּ   ִ  ۫   ˑ ֗  ִ   ˑ    ּ  𖥔 𓄼   ࣪⠀ ִ  ۫   ּ  ֗  ִ    ۪  ⊹  ˑ  ִ  ֗   ִ  ۫   ˑ   ᳝ ࣪  𓄹 ⊹   ᳝ ࣪⠀.  ִ  ་  ּ  𝟶:𝟶𝟶 ──◍───── 𝟷:𝟹𝟶 ➛   ̨𖥔 ִ ་  ، ˖ ࣪  ་  ˖  ʿ🥛ꜝꜞ  ᳝ ࣪ 𔘓 ⎘  ་    ᳝   ◝     𖥻⏱️ ぃ ˑ  ִ  ⌨︎  ֺ  ָ   ֙⋆ 🩰 𓄹 ࣪ ִֶָ 🧂  ࣪ ▸ ִֶָ 𖦹 ࣪˖ .  ⊹ 𓄼   ࣪ ꞌꞋ ࣪𓂃 ִֶָ ≡ ⌂ׁ ✧ ֯ . ׁ C͟o͟q͟u͟𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲 ᜊ ׁ ּ ꒰ 🎧 🜸 🏹 ˃ ⤙ ˂

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა𝅄᠂ ⭒🩰 ֢  ꜥ ⋅𝗣𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝖡𝖨𝖮𝖲 !

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˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ ~is it love?~ ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

y/n l/n is a warm-hearted and compassionate 19-year-old U-A student who loves being with her friends. one day, she encounters katsuki bakugo, a short-tempered and aggressive man who goes to the same university, with his friends. ever since then, the squads got to know each other and eventually started planning something behind katsuki and y/n's backs...could their plans go the way they want it to?

₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

pairing: katsuki bakugo x F! reader

~ genre: college au, quirkless au, SM! au, fluff, romance, a bit of angst, my mysterious sense of humor

~ warnings: just some cussing. if cringe triggers you, please leave :3

~ 📝: writing will be in the chapter.

[a/n: because this is my first social media au series and my first fic on tumblr, you'll notice that the story is full of shitty cringe. nonetheless, I hope you enjoy! ~ love y'all + stay safe and hydrated!! :3}

~ started: March 19th, 2023

~ ended: (-u-)

₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

~status: ONGOING~

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ ~masterlist~ ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

⭐️ y/n squad!! ~~ bakusquad!!

⭐️the plan: (1.1) ~~ (1.2)

⭐️ the unexpected meeting: (1.1 📝) ~~ (1.2 📝)

₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

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#my hero academia #mha #bakugou katsuki #katsuki #katsuki bakugō #katsuki x y/n #bnha bakugo katsuki #bnha #bnha smau #smau #bakusquad #boku no hero acedamia #fluff and romance #dekusquad #mha x reader #bnha x reader #bnha imagines #social media au #my hero academia social media au #denki kaminari #eijiro kirishima mha #mina ashido #sero hanta

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Hey watch out- viperwolfs! ✧˖°.

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WELCOME TO MY BLOG !

ABOUT ME ★

Hello there, Im Seva ! Im a writer who just started this blog for fun . I love avatar (duh) , drawing, nature and reading ! In this blog i will only write for avatar the way of water and avatar 2009 🪐 . I do not feel comfortable about sexual topics so please do not request any smut.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

THINGS I WILL NOT WRITE ★

smut, any type of sexual content, racist/homophobic/etc topics.

THIHGS I WILL WRITE ★

soft/fluff, angst, teasing/spicy (but NOT smut.) topics. Mabye modern AU ?

📝 - TAKE NOTES !

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♡. °⊹ 𝘌𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 ¡!

(ᵔ๑ᵕ̳ ᴥ ᵕ̳๑) ₍ᵔᵕ̳ᴥᵕ̳ᵔ₎っ♡ ゞ₍ᵔ๑・ᴥ・ᵔ₎

ヾ(˛˛˛・︿・˛˛˛)ﾉﾞ ｡◍ ʕ=・ᴥ・=ʔ ٩(๑•́ ₃ •̀๑)ﾉﾞ

(๑•ᴗ•๑) ♡ ꒰˘ᵌ˘꒱♡ ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡) ʕ๑•́ᴥ•̀๑ʔ

ʕ； •`ᴥ•´ʔ є(•⌔•)э ˏ₍•ɞ•₎ˎ (ಥ‿ಥ)ﾉﾞ

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* (͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

♡. °⊹ 𝘌𝘮𝘰𝘫𝘪𝘴 ¡!

🌷 🍄 🐣 🖇 ☁️ 🧺 🥨 🍪 🧸 🧚‍♀️ 🌿 🍓

🧶 ⚘ 🎨 🐚 🍃 🌾 🌼 🍒 🍚 🍡 🍨 🧁

🍶 ✨ 🌈 🌫 ✉ 🧷 🐾 🐦 🐥 🕊 🐳 🐋

🦋 🐞 🐝 💐 🌱 🍎 🥑 🥐 🍥 🍦 🥡 🍩

🍫 🥛 🥤 📎 🖇 ⛓ 💕 💫 🐰 🐇 🌺 🍊

🍋 🍣 🍰 🐻 🐢 🥀 🌸 🍑 🥝 🥥 🍙 🍜

🍯 🍬 🎠 🎢 🎡 🌁 📺 🎬 📒 🖌 📝 🗒

⚖ 🏹 💭 💌 🍐 🍉 🍞 🥞 🍟 🧀 🍭 🎪

♡. °⊹ 𝘚𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴 ¡!

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⠈⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄

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¹³ ⁴ ⁵ ⁶ ⁷ ⁸ ³⁵ ⁶² ⁷ ² ¹³ ⁴ ⁵ ⁶ ⁷

･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･

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‧ ‧ ‧ ✿‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧❀‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧♡‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧❀‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧✿ ‧ ‧ ‧

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°•✧･ ✿ ･✧•°┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┓

┗┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅°•✧･ ✿ ･✧•°

✷◎்۫۫❃۬◦۪۪̥┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┓

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♡. °⊹ 𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘴 ¡!

㸑 㼖 䃻 䉷 䕾 䚕 䚕 䙰 䝄 䝄 壪 廳 廳 廳 廳 戅 壪 廳 戅 戆 攮 斸 曯 欖 靍 靎 顳 顴 飌 飍 飝 馫 驤 驥 驦 驧 麷 繼 繩 ⻯ ⻲ ⻱ ⻩ ⻨ ⻪ ⻲⻡⻘⿕⿆ ㌫

♡. °⊹ 𝘍𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘴 ¡!

↛ ↝ ↠ ⇝ ↣ ↦ ↬ ⇀ ⇁ ⇉ ⇏ ⇛ ⇢ ⇥ ⇨ ⇰ ⇴ ⇶ ⇸ ⇻ ⇾ ➔ ➙➛ ➜ ➝ ➞ ➟ ➡ ➢ ➣ ➤ ➥ ➦ ➨ ➩ ➪ ➫ ➬ ➭ ➮ ➯ ➱ ➲ ➵➺ ➻ ➼ ➽ ➾ ⇴ ➠↚ ↜ ↞ ↢ ↤ ↫ ↼ ↽ ⇇ ⇍ ⇜ ⇠ ⇤ ⇷ ⇽ ⇚ ⇦ ⇺↭ ↮ ↹ ⇄ ⇆ ⇋ ⇌ ⇎ ⇔ ⇹ ⇼ ⇿↟ ↥ ↾ ↿ ⇈ ⇑ ⇞ ⇡ ⇪ ⇧⇫ ⇬ ⇭ ⇮ ⇯↡ ↧ ↯ ⇂ ⇃ ⇓ ⇟ ⇣ ⇩ ⇊↨ ⇅ ⇕ ⇳ ⇵↰ ↱ ↲ ↳ ↴ ↶ ↷ ↸ ↺ ↻ ⇖ ⇗⇘ ⇙ ➚➴➶⇶⇷⇸⇹⇺⇻⇼⇽⇾⇿⤴︎⤵︎⤶⤷⤹ꜜ⌁⌃⌄⎋˿➔➘➙➚➛➜➝➞➟➠➢➣➤➥➦➧➨➩➪

➫➬➭➮➯➱➲➳➴➵➶➷➸➹➺➻➼➽➾

✁ ✂︎ ✃ ✄ ✌︎ ✍︎ ✎ ✏︎ ✑ ✒︎✔︎ ✕ ✖︎ ✗ ✘ ❍ ❏ ❐ ❑ ❒

♡. °⊹ 𝘚𝘪𝘮𝘣𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘴 ¡!

̽֯̽ ̽֯ 𖤐 ⩩✦˖˚❁⌗﹟ ⌇ ༱ ༢ ⸒ ❟ ͎ᨛ᤹ 〞◖ ꩟ ᠀ ིི ⸼ ۰ ۪۪۫۫ ‧ ₊ ༝ ･ ˖ ˚ 。 . ⋆ ࣧࣧ ۬۟۬ 个 ͜͡ ⑅ ꠴ ੭ ᤴ ៸ ꞈ ◯ ʬ ꞈ ⸝ ˴ ،، ࿈ ะ ⸾ ꒲ ൃ ் ༘ ྀ ፧ • ⁺⃛ * ̥ ⁺ ݃ * ₊ ･ ﾟ ◠ ୫ ୣ ૢ ཻུ۪۪͎ ⸼ ೃ ⊹ ൣ ૢ་༘ ۪۪̥° ۣۜ ᬽ ᪥ ᬁ ⸼ ۰ ۪۪۫۫ ·₊̣̇ . ⊱ ⊰ ∝ ೄ ※ ⿻ ۬ ⪧ ໒ ː ͡ ︵ ՞ 〃 ᩙᩙ ᵎ ⏝ ꦿ ۫։ຼ ೃ ෞ 。ꞈ ▿ ▾ ⌀ ଽ 𖡻 ⌔ 𖧐 ㅤ֮ ະ̽ Ꮠ ͟͟͞͞ ◠ ◡ ˙˙˙ ຳ ﹻ ៹ ꪵ ፝֟֯ ∴ ∵ ∶ ∷ ፠ ፡ ෴⁑ ⁗ ⁞ ⵿ ｷ ⃛ ⃙ꪳ ཷ ١ ꦽ ㅋ ᨳ᭬ ˓ ༿ ⸒ ᷍ ࿎ ̫ ◦۪۪̥ 𖡋 ̽ ᭝ ᮫ ᪶᪶ ️️꒦ ꒷ ꒦ ꒷ ˗ˏˋ 🌱 ˎˊ˗ ⃢ ꪶ ࿓ જ ᦔ ܓ ᐜ᜴ ʚĭɞ ﻬ꜆ ༉ ⿴ ≡ ࿔ ༅ ／ ଓ ઇ ઉ ᧙ ᥐ ༣ ᶻᶻᶻ ⋗ ⌒ ˀ ʕ 𖧧 ༄ ୭̥ ೫ ๑ ︵ இ 𖥸 𖧷 𖠱 ꩜ ♡ ┊ ✎⟆ v ⚘ ₰ ࿂ ﹆ ﹅ ∅ 𖤍 ۝ ༊ ⌬ ꨄ ೨ ᵕ̈ 𖣦 ✎ ✐ ஜ ಌ ִֶָ ⅋ ⎓ ૪ ⌑ ␥ ᯾ ■ ♧ ಇ බ 组 ⁂ = ⏧ ᯼ ༻ ༺ 〻 〼 〾 ⅌ ⌯ ␦ ㅤ࿆ ᝰ ん ๛ ◇ ❣ ⸙ ◈ ෆ ◿ ◸ ⏂ ✑ ✁ ✃ ✄ 彡 ꠵ ﹫ ᦰ ։ຼ ꧔ ꞋꞌꞋꞌ ͝ ᝐ 㶌 ⏠ ۞ ⎋✩ ✼ ｡ﾟ･ ☆ ° ｡ㅤ→ ༄ ‧₊˚ 「 」 ⇢ ๑ ◞♡° ⸙͎ ˀˀ ♡⃕ ◡̈ ꒰ ⌦ ✗ ⌜ ⌝ ⌞ ⌟ ↳ ❝ ❞ ➤ ↲ ۪۫❁ཻུ۪۪ ⎧ ୧ ⋅ ..⃗. ┊ೃ ╰► ꒱ ➛ ↴ ❱ ✿•˖* ℘ ﹋﹋ ❛ ╯ ❲ ❳ ∞ ‹ ∅ ┊ ➹ ੈ♡‧₊˚ ↱ ᵕ̈ ↷ ೃ ╲ ╱ 彡 ✥ ❥ Ꮠ ➜ ᎒ ☈ ❁ ⸙͎۪۫ ⊰ 「❀」 . .⃗ ༉‧₊˚✧ . ˚ ⚘ ˏ`୭̥*ೃ *ૢ✧ ཻུ۪۪⸙͎ ೫` ⃟ ཹ։❀ ፧ ੈ✩‧₊ ૪'ރ፧ ࿐ °↳ ׂׂૢ༘ ۵`⌧ ≡ ⸙ ↺彡*ૢ✧;; ↳♡↣❁۪۪ ❥ ➼ ▪ ﹀ೃ* ᬄ ღ ༾ ꙰ ≈ - ̗̀ ゞ •| ⊱✿⊰ |• ╰─►⸙͎ — ≡↳ ׂׂૢ༘ ۵`⌧.⛇♯݊ - ̗̀ ː͡₊ˀ 〜 📁ᥴˀ⸼᮫͓ͯ̽❳； . ⸙. ͎۪۫ Oº°‘¨ ፝֯֟ ت →× — ⁶ ︸ 〞 ꜜ ͎ ╰ ╯ ╱╳╲ ⸗꒰☁️꒱♡ =͟͟͞͞: 〣 ꞋꞌꞋꞌ ҂ ˘˘˘ ⸝⸝ ￤ ꜥꜤ ﹆ ꜛ ꜜ ⸃⸃ ⸼ ꞈ ⸗ ⭏ ▾ ꭛ ˖ ︴ ↻ ⇁ ﹏ ゛ ⇢ ﾞ ⁾⁾ ⭞ ଽ ୭̥ ➶ ↻ ✘ ┈ ₊̇°˟̫ː ៸៸ ｡ ٬٬ ␣ ❪ ￣ ҩ ✕ ͝ ۫ ۪۪۪۫ ” ᵎ 〇 ,, ㅤᅌ ❫ ٠ِ٘ٓ ℮ ▪ ❬ ❭ ❨ ❩ ⸂ ᵎ , ⃕ ➘ α ❴ ⟨ ⟩ ︵─┊-˚̩̥̩̥)❫❪(،ﷻෆ∞ೃ❅≡〈〔＜ㄑ(ㄥ=三=＝《 ￣￣￣（丶／＼.˙˙．〝！？冫人｜!i＾iゝ〔〔〕〉 ⵢ◞⃕ ◡̈ ꒰ ⌜ ⌝ ⌞ ⌟ ཻུ۪۪۪۫ ⎧ ..⃗. ꒱ Ꮠ ⊰ .⃗ ༉‧ ⃟ ﹫ ˚◦⸵ ˬ̽. ̽ ⸽⋆≿⁞ꜜ₊̣﹏﹃﹄「」₊｡ﾟ➶︾ 〃 ･﹢ ̼ ⌁⌔⌕ ⌮┊┈┄┆︱︳ ﹋﹉ ﹊﹍﹎‿︵ 〄␣₎⁾₍⁽“˘︵︶⌫⌦ ␍ ␎ ℭ ℮℻⊹ ◜ ◝ ◞ ◟ ◠ ◡ ˙˙˙ ̼ ͝ ︴〻〼 〾 ⅌ ⌸ ⌲ ⌯ ⌮ ␥ .␦ ⎴ ⎗ ⎕ ⎓ ⌑ ␥ ╯ ❲ ❳ ∞ ‹ ∅ ┊ ➹ ੈ‧₊˚ ↱ ᵕ̈ ↷ ೃ ╲ ╱ Ꮠ ➜ ᎒ ☈ ❁ ⸙͎۪۫ ⊰.⃗ ₊˚✧ ୭̥*✧ ཻུ۪۪` ⃟ ❀ ፧ ੈ✩ރ፧ °↳ ׂׂ ⌧ × ✖ ⚘݄⿴݃*₊˚ ෆ ♻,.⸼۰ ۪۪۫۫ ❬“= ” ヾ،، ·₊̣̇. ❵ෞ ˚‧⁺.* ೃೀ ◌¨̮͚ *• ◌ ≈ ✰ ₊ೆ ̖́‧♡ ೃ ♡ ❁ཻུ۪۪⸙͎ ੈ˚✩ ｡ﾟ☆° ｡→ ༄ ‧₊˚ 「 」 ⇢ ๑ ◞♡° ⸙͎ ˀˀ ♡⃕ ◡̈ ꒰ ✗ ⌜ ⌝ ⌞ ⌟ ↳ ↲ ۪۫❁ཻུ۪۪ ⎧ ୧ ⋅ ..⃗. ┊ೃ ╰► ꒱ ➛૪' ↴ ❱ ✿•˖* ℘❁『』➳ ❃ ✞ ❦ ❝ ❞ ˗ ˏˋ ˎˊ -┊承 ↬ •° ✿ .•° ❀ ♡— ¦↻↺༼ ༽✦✧★❆❈➤➣➢❏ ☪ ೃ °➫┇┋💫 ⸙ ✃ ❍ ✎✐彡.。 .:*・↳↰↱↲ ៚

༄◦✦◦✰︎✯✵，________ ⌇❐⚘༉‧₊˚ ✧┃│█▓▒░░▒▓█▕ ◕ ➟ • ⊹ ✧ ─ ❜❛ ⇜ ⇝ ↭ ๛ ✯ ❖ → ← 💦❝ ❞ ☓ ✓〘 〙✾ ✑ 🏷 ↶ ↷ ⎌ ❲ ❳ ⌦ ⌫ ❁ཻུ۪۪⸙͎ Ｏｈ, ｈｉ！₊˚.༄ ࿐*:･ﾟ ↯✰❜ೃ∗᯽ꕤ「」⇲⇱↵⚀⚁⚂⚃⚄⚅·➧︴﹝﹞ （ ）〔 〕 ₀ ₁ ₂ ₃ ₄ ₅ ₆ ₇ ₈ ₉ ﹀♢ ꒰ ꒱ ˑ 𖥸 ミ ❪ ❫ ➘ 。➯✧️✧️ ♯ இ ╱ ╲ ﹋ ㅤ :･ﾟ ﾉ ː͡➘₊̣̇ ✧* ੈ © ꕀ 𖠳 ⌲ ⌂ ⁝ ༘ ⃗ ◌ ⊰ ⊱ ❒ ❑ ≡ - ̗̀ ̖́- ◠ ﹙ ೖ୭ ˒ ⁺ ೃ࿔ ˚ ༘✧ ⴰ༢ ୧ ◌₊˚⋆ ┌ ┐└ ┘﹫ ✆ ➚ ➙ ◊ ⁰ ¹²³⁴ ⁵ ⁶ ⁷ ⁸ ⁹ ～ ੈ ೀ ✰*ૢ✧ ཻུ۪۪⸙ ❬ ❍̥͙̊ ࿔ ˖۪⸙͎ ំஂ ︹ ⿻ ⬚ ヾ≈ ෞ ╰ ╯ ╭ ╮ ୭̥≈ ⁾ ꜜ ଽ ◜ ◝ ⇽ ⇾

❏ ¨̮ ༊ ꧁꧂ ‧⁺ ✎ᝰ ﹆•:◦ ☄︎ 𖦥 ⬫ ⬪ ◠ ᨒ ☃︎ 𖠳 ❅ 𖠌 ｡ 命 ꐑꐑ ま ❒ ꧇ ՚՚ ⭒ ⋆ ⾕ 𖣖 ⩇ ⩉ 𖣠 𖤣 ʚɞ ⌯ 𓂅 𓂃 𓏲 𓍯 ᯽ ﹫ ꈍᴗꈍ 𖣯 ݈݇- 𖥻 % ꏏ 〄 ゅִ 𓄼 𓍢 ▨ ▦ ▩ ◌ ◍ ◔ ◕ ❀ ✿ ❁ ✾ ❖ ☆ ★ □ ■ ✮ ✰ ？ ！ ⍝ ∗ ✦ ✧ ꜝꜝ 𖢨 ៸៸𝆬 ᕬ ⎙ ৎ୭ ‹𝟹 ‹𝟥 ♡ ♥︎ 𐇯 𓂺 𓂸 𓃭 𓄇 𓍲 𓍱 𓏊 𓏋 𖠚 𖠅 𖠊 𖠿 𖤥 𖤘 𖤐 𖦹 𝅘𝅥𝅮 𝅘𝅥𝅯 🀋 🀙 🂻 🂽 🃖 🃄 𐇔 𐇓 𐂂 𐂃 ﹪ ﹙﹚ ☹︎ ☺︎ ﹅ ﹆ ⊹ ☕︎ 𓄲 ฅ ࣪ ˖ 𓊔 𓈃 ⋆ › 𖠗 ִ⌗ ▹ ⚠︎ ★̲

ᕱ ⑅ 𓂃 ✦ 𓄼 ২ ୨ ⋆ 𓂅 ⬪ ꕤ ՙ ╰╮ ♡̶ ৲ ৎ ⬪˙ 𓈒 ⌕ ⊹ ࿔ ៸ ﹆ ﹟ 𓏲 ‹𝟹 + 𖧧 ، ꗃ ഒ ᐢ..ᐢ ᘒ ∞ 𖦹 ⌗ ★ ♥︎ ⭒ ʚ 𓍢 ♡ ﹫ ᖘ ﹠ ੭ ◪ ❪❫ 𓏲 ❪❫ 𑁯໋ ！⋆ 𖣠 🜸 ᨎ ▦ 𖦹 ◐ ≀ ⁺ ˒ ७ ٫ ᨒ ⸼જ ◞

♡. °⊹ 𝘉𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘰𝘴 ¡!

⊹ ۪ 𖥔 ˑ ִ ֗ ִ ۫ ˑ 𖥻 ִ ۫ ּ ﹗ ˖ ་ 💭 𖦆 ֺ ָ ֙⋆

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

• • • • • 🧂 ࣪ ▸ ִֶָ 𖥔 ࣪˖ . ֺ ָ ֙⋆ ་ ᳝ ◝ 𖥻 ̨𖥔 ִ ་ ، ˖ ࣪ ꜝꜞ ᳝ ࣪ ִֶָ 𖥔

• ◞ ¡ ࣪˖ ✶ ⊹ ᨘ໑. ♡ ⊹ ࣪𖣠 ִֶָ ›◞ 𖦹 ࣪˖ ◂ ׄ ִֶָ › ࣪˖ ⌕ ▸ 𖧧 ࣪ ࣪ ͎ ᵎ ˖࣪

• • • • • ༝ ݁ ◂ ៹ ࣪˖⁩ ◞ ⋆ › ◟⊹ ˚˖ ˖ 𖥧 ִֶָ ˓ ✹ ִֶָ ࣪ ، ִֶָ✹˚. . ݁ ٬٬ ࣪ ،

• ୨ ࣪ ⊹ ֶָ ◞ ¡ ࣪˖ 𖡼 ָ࣪ ˖ ! 𑁍 ָ࣪ ˖ ˖ ࣪ ꒷ ⋆ Ꮺ ָ࣪ ۰ . ݁ ٬٬ ࣪ ، 𒀭 𖨂

• • • • • ˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅 𓂃 ࣪˖ 𖣠 ࣪˖ ⌕ ⋆ ࣪. . ` ⌕ ✫

♡. °⊹ 𝘔𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘣𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘴 !¡

ᜊ ᜃ ᜌ ᜑ 𖦹 𖧡 𖨯 𖦁 𖥸 𖥔 𖣠 𖤣 𑊂 𑊡 𑊑 𑊁 𑊢 ᘏ ᘏ ᕱ ᕱ 𖡼 ⭑ 𖤩 ◖ 𒀭 ! ᐢ..ᐢ ᘒ ∞ ⌗ ★ ♥︎ ⭒ ʚ 𓍢 ≀ ⁺ ˒ ७ ٫ ᨒ ⸼ જ ◞ ♡ ■ ꫂ ২ ζ १ 𖥧 𓂃 ᨒ ୫ ૪ ໒ 𐂴 ৎ ຊ ∿ ꔵ ⸙ ຯ ໒ ೨ 𖧧 Ꮺ 𖧷 𓏲 𖥨 ๑ ໑ ࿔ ७ ५ ୭ ᠀ 𑁯 ੭ ⩩ ৎ 𖨂 𖥦 𓍢 ζִֶָ ꔛ ੭ 𓎆 ◞ 𐚱 ⩄ ⍝ ᠀ · ꗃ 𔓕 𓆠 ꔛ 𝄰 ⁛ ˳ 𓈈 ✧ 𖠇 ⋕ 𓆦 ✶ ⭓ ⭔ ﹫ 𖠣 𝅏 ٠ ꐑ ！ ⿻ 𓆤 › 𐀔 જ ، 𝄿 𝆞 𝅘 ⌗ ꒰ ꒱ ﹏ ⁝ ⊹ ୨ ഒ ﾉ ༝ ⑅ ʚ ɞ ⸝ ੭ ↷ ▦ ꑘ 𖥔 ᠉ ִֶָ⁠ ৶ ‹3 ៸៸ ≡ ઇ 𖧧 キ " 𓄹 ⊹ ⿻ ७ ᘏ⑅ᘏ 𖧧 ᨦ 𓂅 𓄹 ⍝ ﹆ ≀ ☹ ☻ 𔘓 𔖲 ⛱ 𔗫 𐂂 ᥝ ᯤ ᨦ ᯅ 𐑺 𑁍 𐦫 𖥸 𝆺𝅥 ⚝ ⚐ 𑜆 𐌆 ރ ぉ 〰 ᪡ 𓂃 ᨒ 𓍢 𝕬 ౾ ℼ ⍝ 𓂄 ᰓ 𖠁 𖤜 ⸙ ຯ ໒ ೨ 𖧧 Ꮺ 𖧷 𓏲 𖥨 ꫂ ২ ζ १ 𖥧 ♥︎ ୫ ૪ ໒ 𐂴 ৎ ຊ ∿ ꔵ ✦ ⟆ ֊ ꗃ ⌗ ❍ ﹕ཿ ♡ ■ 𓂃 ֶָ֢֪ ⟠ 𓍼 𓂅 ⏃ ﹅ ❏ ⍝ ೨ ⎙ 𖥻‎ ִֶָ ᤴ ‹𝟹 ๑ ଡ଼ ꉂ 𖤐 ♡̷̸⁩ ִֶָ ٠ ᭡ ꕤ 𓈀 っ ⌗ 𓄹 ⦂ ᘏ 𔘓 𓈈 𓂃 𖠿 ཿ ࿀ ᎔ ᎓ ᜴ ᜵ ᝪ ៚ ៳ ᠀ ᠉ ᤳ ᨓ ᭝ ᱺ ᳃ ◯ ◦ ◡ ◠ ⋆ ۬۟۬ ⑅ ꠴ ੭ જ ꞈ ⸝ ˴ › ≡ ࿔ ／ ଓ ઇ ઉ ᧙ ᥐ ៸ ૪ ೨ ␥ ■ ♧ ◇ ◈ ﹫ ꧔ ੭ જ ꞈ ⸝ ≡ ࿔ ଓ ઇ ઉ ᧙ ᥐ ៸ ໒ ː ՞ ᵎ ࿂ ﹆ ᰍ ִ𖧧 𖤠 𓄹 𓈀 𖦥 ﹅ ⸯⸯ ンㅤꞋꞌꞋꞌ ⛸ㅤィ % 𓂃 ㇁ ◒ ！ ンㅤ╮ ⟆ ﹏ ！ 𝅓 𓂃𓈒 ﹑ ζ ㅤ﹏ ⨾ㅤ 𓈈ㅤ❨ ᨓ ⎓ ° ？ 𓈒ㅤ▱ 𓂅 𓂃 ⨾ ᘒ ◟ ζ 𓍢 ◖ ᨓ ♡ ■ ꫂ ২ ζ १ 𖥧 𓂃 ♥︎ ᨒ ୫ ૪ ໒ 𐂴 ৎ ຊ ∿ ꔵ ⸙ ຯ ໒ ೨ 𖧧 Ꮺ 𖧷 𓏲 𖥨 𖦹 ๑ ໑ ࿔ ७ ५ ୭ ᠀ 𑁯 ੭ ⩩ 𖦹 ৎ 𖨂 𖥦 𓍢 ζִֶָ ꔛ ੭ 𓎆 ◞ 𐚱 ⩄ ⍝ ᠀ · ꗃ 𖦹 𓈒 𖧧 𓂃 𝕝 𓄹 𓄼 ҂ ⬫ ܀ ⃝ ᘏ ︰ ⚠ ꤥ 𓇬 𓃉 𓇸 𓆇 ⸃ ⸰ ⬞ 𐑥 ᠈ ✉ ᨒ ﹆ ⬝ 𑁤 𔘓 𔓘 ᜊ ᪤ ꒷ ⌨ ⬪ ↀ ⬩ ⬧ ⬥ ⊹ 〨 ⩌ ⩍ ⩋ 𓊌 𓇿 𓊔 𓈈 ㆐ Ⳋ ︳ ⴰ 𔒴 ↻ 𝅅 ﹐ ㄔ ഒ ＊ ⛓ 𓎆 ⩩ ⵌ ᳦ 㚼 ┈ ⵌ ⌯ ⨳ ⚬ 𔔀 ⬦ 𓈀 𓋰 𓏔 𓈃 ﹘ ﹏ ᳅ ⼓ 𖧋 𔗘 𔔤 𖧷 ⧎ ⧘ 𑃰 𖧡 𔗂 𔔢 𓊕 𓈓 𓇾 ᝆ 𔓕 𓍼 𓂄 𐄹 㔾 ᘐ 𐂲 𓄰 𔒱 𔖳 𐂴 𔘗 𔔁 𓏹 𓈟 𓈁 𓄲 𓄳 𓄴 𓄵 𓄶 𓄷 𓄸

⛸️ ぃ ˑ 𖥻 ִ ۫ 𖠗 ⋆ ▭▬ ▸ ִֶָ 𖦹 𓄹𓈒 𖥔 ⊹ ˑ ִ 𓂄 𐩗 ⩇⩇' 🕷❗𖠵 ▞▚▞▚▞▚ 𝐓. ﹪ ᱺ 〄 ᠀ 𔔢 🝙 ᕱᕱ 𖥦 ໑ ⵢ ꒦꒷ ꕤ 𓈃 ⫘⫘⫘ 𔘓 ✹ ♡︎ 𓁹 ☠︎ 𑁍 𓆉︎ 𖣯 𓆩 𓆪 ﹫ ‣ ン ⸃ ⟠ ᥫ ᥐ 𒀭 𖣗 𖧧 マ ︩︪ ⩄ ❀̸ ੭ ꖹ· ˚ˎˊ˗ ꊞ ✁ 𖠵 ꗃꠂꠥ ❍ ∅ 𝄄︕ 𐦙 𐦕 𐦋 𐩗 𐪞 𐪚 ় ४ ֎ 𔓐 – 𖡩 𓐆 𖨳 ✫ ✯ ✭ ⛌ ⛉ ⚝ ⚐ ⚃ ♺ ⌇ ⌖ 𓄧 𓋲 𖠌 𖤘 𖤺 🀰 ○ ● . . Ⱉ ॱଳ͘ ıllıllı മ ⩎ ✶ ᘒ ͽ ⚲ 𓆩 𓈊 ،، ˶ ▹ 𐐫 ፀ ✦ 𑁤 ᐛ ✶ ᨷ ⚇ ͽ ᐢᐢ ⺲ 𐄬 ଘ 𖡩 𖠗 𔖏 ✠ ⩨ 𖥠 ❈ ✧ ౾ ᨎ ໒ ଡ଼ 𓆩 𐑺 𝟑 𖥨 ≛ ⬔

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๋࣭ ⭑ ⸱៰ ͘ ࣭⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ 𓂃 ࣪៙͘⸳⭑ࣶࣸ ֺ✦⸼࣪⸳

(No son míos,créditos al creador/a)

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ꪀׁׅãᨵׁׅ ℘ꭈׁׅꫀׁׅܻᝯׁꪱׁׅ꯱ׁׅ֒ɑׁׅ֮ ᝯׁᨵׁׅ ꩇׁׅ݊ꫀׁׅܻꪀׁׅtׁׅɑׁׅ֮ꭈׁׅ “℘ᧁׁ”

ଘ ੭ ✩‧₊˚

𖤐 ✿

꒦ ♡˚ ༘

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༉‧₊˚🔭彡

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↱ 🛵

𓏲࣪ ░ 𓍯

៚ ꒰ ⛸ˎˊ-⁣

˚✧˚ 🩰彡

୧🌷 ⿻ᖗ

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𖦹꙳࡛࣪⋕ ˚.✦ ⵢ₊˚.

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︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

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︓︒︑∘∗✧∘︑︒⚬∙︓⋅⠄✯∘⠄✧✎➷•➴

➶ ➷ ➸✧˖*°࿐ • *⁀➷ ❏ ꒰ ꒱ ➷｡˚ ೃ࿔₊• ↳

•*₊˚ˑ 🐄 ꔛ🥛﹆

✦🏌🏻‍♂️‧⁺◟(🥤)*•📟

˚ ༘ 🍟 ◞˚ ꒰ 🦒 ꒱ ✦

*･῾ ᵎ 🍋 ෆ 🏄🏻‍♀️ ꒱

*:･ﾟ🥕 ✿ 🍳 ⤾·˚ ༘

﹆🧵◞˚ₓ 🧬 ⁕

✿。🍊 യ 📓 ˚ ༘

꒰ 🐆 ₊˚ˑ 📠 . ꒱

=͟͟͞͞♡ 🦕⋆⁺ 🧩 °˖

⋆·˚ ༘ *🍎+🐛`♥🦌💌₊˚✧⋆ 🎪

🧸💭·˚ ༘♡ 🍫·˚ˎˊ˗

🧁·˚ ༘♡ ₊˚📝🎅🏻·˚ˎˊ˗

🍄🐩🍓✧ ࿐ ˚.

ミ🌷♡📄.°୭̥

✧₊˚. 🍓🗒 / 🐰☁️*⋆ฺ࿐

🗒彡🐕🌷🌨

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彡🍯🌧🐻₊˚.༄

ᯤ🕺🏻(♡) *:･ﾟ

˚ ༘ 🏃🏻⛱ ヅ

=͟͟͞͞♡🤾🏻‍♀️˚ ༘🥕n =͟͟͞͞♡🤾🏻‍♀️˚ ༘

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✿🦒‧⁺◟(🌐)

˚🥦+🧀*･῾ ᵎ

⋆⁺₊⋆👨🏻‍🌾ヾ🐄

꒰ 🛹+🤸🏻 ꒱

ミ🍅🥛*:･

ʕ🏄🏻‍♀️ﾉ"🏖⋆⁺ʔ

=͟͟͞͞♡🤾🏻‍♀️˚

˚ ༘🥡*🍜⋆｡˚

♡ヾ🧚🏻‍♂️✨ᙏ̤̫͚

‧⁺◟(🛋🧸) ◡̎✧

˗ˏˋ🦆ᯤ🩹´ˎ˗

🚧✧˖*💥⇝ ↭ ๛ ✯ ❖ → ← 💦 ❝ ❞ ☓ ✓〘 〙✾ ✑ 🏷 ↶ ↷ ⎌ ❲ ❳ ⌦ ⌫ ❁ཻུ۪۪⸙͎ ₊˚.༄ ࿐*:･ﾟ ↯✰❜ೃ∗᯽ꕤ「」⇲⇱↵⚀⚁⚂⚃⚄⚅·➧︴﹝﹞ （ ）〔 〕 ₀ ₁ ₂ ₃ ₄ ₅ ₆ ₇ ₈ ₉ ﹀♢

꒰ ꒱ ˑ 𖥸 ミ ❪ ❫ ➘ 。➯✧✧ ♯ இ ╱ ╲ ﹋ ㅤ :･ﾟ ﾉ ː͡➘₊̣̇ ✧* ੈ ❍̥͙̊ ࿔ ˖۪⸙͎ ꕀ 𖠳 ⌲ ⌂ ⁝ ༘ ⃗ ◌ ⊰ ⊱ ❒ ❑ ≡ - ̗̀ ̖́- ◠ ﹙ ೖ୭ ˒ ⁺ ೃ࿔　˚ ༘✧　ⴰ༢ ୧ ◌₊˚⋆ ┌ ┐└ ┘﹫ ✆ ➚ ➙ ◊ ～ ੈ ೀ ✰*ૢ✧ ཻུ۪۪⸙ ❬ ❍̥͙̊ ࿔ ˖۪⸙͎ 💕 ំஂ ︹ ⿻ ⬚ ヾ≈ ෞ ╰ ╯ ╭ ╮ ୭̥≈ ⁾ ꜜ ଽ ◜ ◝ ⇽ ⇾ ❏ ¨̮ ༊꧁꧂ ‧⁺ ✎ᝰ ﹆•:◦✩ ✼　｡ﾟ･　☆　° ｡ㅤ→ ༄ ‧₊˚ 「 」 ⇢ ๑ ◞♡° ⸙͎ ˀˀ ♡⃕ ◡̈ ꒰ ⌦ ✗ ⌜ ⌝ ⌞ ⌟ ↳ ❝ ❞ ➤ ↲ ۪۫❁ཻུ۪۪ ⎧ ୧ ⋅ ..⃗. ┊ೃ ╰► ꒱ ➛ ↴ ❱ ✿•˖* ℘ ﹋﹋ ❛ ╯ ❲ ❳ ∞ ‹ ∅ ┊ ➹ ੈ♡‧₊˚ ↱ ᵕ̈ ↷ ೃ ╲ ╱ 彡 ✥ ❥ Ꮠ ➜ ᎒ ☈ ❁ ⸙͎۪۫ ⊰ 「❀」 . .⃗ ༉‧₊˚✧ . ˚ ⚘ ˏ'୭̥*ೃ *ૢ✧ ཻུ۪۪⸙͎ ೫' ⃟ ཹ։❀ ፧ ੈ✩‧₊ ૪'ރ፧ ࿐ °↳ ׂׂૢ༘ ۵'⌧ ≡ ⸙ ↺彡*ૢ✧;; ↳♡↣❁۪۪ ❥ ➼ ⬛ ﹀ೃ* ᬄ ღ ༾ ꙰ ≈  - ̗̀ ゞ •| ⊱✿⊰ |• ╰─►⸙͎ - ≡

❁『』➳ ❃ ✞ ❦ ❝ ❞ ˗ ˏˋ ˎˊ -┊ ↬ •° ✿ .•° ❀ ♡- ¦↻↺༼ ༽✦✧★❆❈➤➣➢❏ ☪ ೃ °➫┇┋*﹆🐮ꔛ🍶ෆ ✿*🐄🥛*◞📓 ˊˎ -

꙳.🐄 യ🥛•₊˚ 📓♡❕*◞ 🛒 ˊˎ -

🥛*･῾ ᵎ 🐮 ♡‧₊˚ :-🥚)*🐮⤾·📓˚ ༘

🤲🏻♡´🐄𓈒 𓂂𓏸❔ ✧.* ☁️ ༘ 🐄◞˚ₓ

🛒 ⁺◦🍶﹆🐮◞˚ ⁺◦🧾ᯓ🐮🖐🏻* !˚ஜ۩۞۩ஜ ۞ •⊰⊹ ↛ ↝ ↠ ⇝  ↣ ↦ ↬ ⇀  ⇁ ⇉ ⇏ ⇒ ✎   ✐   ✑   ✁   ✃   ✄ ෴   ண   ஜ   ۝   ۞    ⃟⁞⃟⟢   ⃟   ⟢ ୭࿔ ⎙ ✩ ✼　｡ﾟ･　☆　° ｡ㅤ→ ༄ ‧₊˚ 「 」 ⇢ ๑ ◞♡° ⸙͎ ♡⃕ ◡̈ ꒰ ⌦ ✗ ⌜ ⌝ ⌞ ⌟ ↳ ❝ ❞ ➤ ↲ ۪۫❁ཻུ۪۪ ⎧୧ ⋅ ..⃗. ┊ೃ ╰►, ꒱ ➛ ↴ ❱ ✿•˖* ℘ ﹋﹋ ❛ ╯ ❲ ❳ ∞ ‹ ∅ ➹ ੈ♡‧₊˚ ↱ ᵕ̈ ↷ ೃ ╲ ╱ 彡 ✥ ❥ Ꮠ ➜ ᎒ ☈ ❁ ⸙͎۪۫ ⊰ 「❀」 . .⃗ ༉‧₊˚✧ . ˚ ⚘ ˏ`୭̥*ೃ *ૢ✧ ཻུ۪۪⸙͎ ೫` ⃟ ཹ։❀ ፧  ੈ✩‧₊ ૪'ރ፧ ࿐ ° ໑ ≽ ‣‣‣ ﹆.   ۰ ⸼ ۫ ◌   °    ੦ 〇   ◦     ۪۪̥

੭ ୭̥ ╮ ╭ ࿐ - ̗̀   ̖́-   ᭥ ᭄ ノ ༄⸼۪❀˟̫ː🗑 ҂  ⸾

↳ ׂׂૢ༘ ۵`⌧.   ⫹⫺ ⿻ ᦃ ↓

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

   ❬ ❭  ❨  ❩  ⸂ ᵎ , ⃕    ➘  α  ❴   ⟨  ⟩  ︵─┊-˚̩̥̩̥)❫❪(،ﷻෆ∞ೃ❅≡〈. ✦ 🌐𓈒 * 🧷˚ ⊹🔎

꒱·˚💨ꕤ🦕 ˚ ༘ *🥚

˗ˏˋ ´🐳ꪔ̤̮🥛/✿ 🧵 ꒱

· ✜☁️ ﹆🐋꒱°˖🚈

─ യ ⋆⛓.✦ 🧊꒳​˓ ꒱🥣

♡ ˚ ༘ * 🚎* ꒱📄𓈒 * 🚏

˚◞♡ *🧞‍♂️·ᴗ·🕯✧˖*°🎐*.❅·🧣⋆·˚ ༘ 🧤

‧⁺◟꒰ 🦌🎄꒱˚ ༘♡

˚ ༘ ♡ ⋆｡🎅🏻🎁₊˚•🦌 ꒱

‧⁺◟🧝🏻‍♀️🎄˚ ༘ •₊🎁 ˎˊ˗

☃️*⌇🧤⁺‧𓏰 🧣˚ ༘

˚◡̈🎄•⁺🕯º·˚♡

⋆⁺₊⋆☃️🌟⋆⁺₊⋆

=͟͟͞͞ ♡🎅🏻 °₊·ˈ∗🎄*.❅•

꒰ ⁺🎨🖍⋆ °˖✧

₊˚ 🎀ꔛ🧸﹆ •

🧀⌯✧🐭⋆♡̷̷̷ 💌

✿。꒰ 🐄 ₊🥛꙳ . ꒱

˚ ꒰🍰🍎✨❕꒱ ◞

⁎⁺˳✧༚🥣💥ˎˊ˗

ꔛ 𓈒 *🌷🖇˚ ᦃ ･

﹆ ˚ 🖖🏻◞˚ₓ 🧩 ⁕˚

ꔛ ⋆⁺ +.ﾟ🥣🧤⁕꒱ ⊹ ˚ 

𓂃꙳ ⋆ 🍪❕ ⊹ ｡ ﾟ⁖.⎙ ⩇ ⩉ ꐑ 𖣯 ⌕ ᨒ ᯤ ᯅ 𖤘 �

𖥦 ⏃ % 𓍯 𔗫 𔖲 𓂃 ﹆ ﹅

𓄼 𓄹 ᭣ ꧞ 𓏲 𓂅 ꣼ ࿓ ࿔ ༄ ⌗

𓈒 ⊹ 𖥔 ᨵ ꑘ ᜊ ᦒ ଘ ◖ ◗𖠗 ꗃ

٩ ะ ≛ ߸ 𖡡 𝆺𝅥 ꩜ 𖣠 𖦹

❤︎ ♥︎ 𔘓⁩ ♡ ᥫ᭡ ✶ 𖤐 ★ 𒀭 𑁍 ꕤ ❑ ❒

!i！？!!﹗⦂ 𓈃 𓄲 𓄴 𓈀 𓊔

❝ ❞ ❛❜ ୨୧ ‣ › ⌫ ✧ ✦⭒ ✓ ✘

𓈈 ᚙ ⩨ ▚ ₆⁶₆ ஃ ⿴ ⿻

ꭑ ᧑ 𐐫 𝗈︩︪ ꒰ ꒱ ʚ ɞ “” ⌨︎ ⚠︎

(:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅)

ᐢ..ᐢ ૮ ・ﻌ・ა ૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა ૮₍ ˃ࡇ˂ ₎ა

·. ･ ｡ ˚ ⁺ ๋₊𝅄 ▾ ˖ ִִֶָ ٠˟ ː ݊ ༝ ⋆ ⑅ ▸◂

❍ ● ꞋꞌꞋꞌ ₍ ₎ ⁽ ⁾ ❴ ❵ ◜◞ ┃│┇┊￤

꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷

⏝꒷۰꒷⏝꒷۰꒷⏝꒷۰꒷⏝꒷۰꒷⏝

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⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

˓𓄹 ࣪˖ ˖ ࣪ ִֶָ ⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ ⸰ֺ⭑

ִֶָ . ָ࣪ ˑ ֗ ִ ˑ ִ ֗

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ ⋆ ࣪. ˖ ࣪⭑ ˖ ࣪ ٬ ุ๋ ⸱

◡̎ =͟͟͞͞♡ ᯤ ʬʬʬ

♡ ミ ⁕ ꕁ ⁺◟ ✿

⁎⁺˳ ✧༚ ˎˊ˗ ˗ˏˋ

⁺໑ ➱ ⊹ ⭑

っ 𐇯 ᔾ ⩩ ҂ ⌗ ﹏

☼𝆬 ◠ ✦ ৎ

ζ ᘎ 仌 ≀ ৎ୭ ५ ◌

१ ㄷ 𝅓 困 ១ ╰╮ ャ

Hi it

▦ ⟠ ⎓ ⌯ ⪧ ␥ ∩

▭ ༤ ᨓ ｷ

◖ ᨒ ৫ ⧉

〜 ⌒ ៚ ᘒ ೨ ﹅ 🜸

ᨌ ﹌ ﹫𝆹𝅥 ༴⥤ ༅ ⟆ ༢

ଓ ↷ ୨୧ ⌑ ︙ ເ ᚹ

𐇲 ▥ 〨 ❛ 〃

ᘏ ⑅ 🂦

ଘ ？ ⤓ ̸ ◍̶ ∗ ﹠

❥ ⎙ ⸙ ✎ જ

キラ ❥ ℋ 𐇵 ☁︎ ャ ©️

ʿ ،، ٬٬ › ‹‹ ᎓ ：˖ ݁ . ◖

⨟ ✦ ﹫ ｡。 ₊ ≀⌇ ﹔ ݁

╯ ╰ , ꞋꞌꞋꞌ ▸ ؛

‣ ִֶ٪ % ᵎᵎ ▀▄ ▀▄▀▄ ▀ ˚.

⤸₊˚ ִֶָ❜ ˖ . ˖ ∿ ˓

⊹ ָ ˓˓ ˒˒ ، ˖ ˖ ՚༹ ˙˖ ،،̲ ﹕ ، ݃˓...

❟ ⊹ ⨾ ⌁ ◜ ◞ ˖

♡ ≀ ٬٬ ╱ ✦ ִֶָ˃̵ᴗ˂̵ ─ ৎ୭ ⊹ ‹3 ₍ᐢ‥ᐢ₎ •᷄ •᷅ ५ ⍝ ˘ ᵜ ˘ ⍝ ∿ ♡ ఇ ‹𝟹 ໑ ૮⍝• ᴥ •⍝ა ❤︎ ৫

ᵔᴗᵔ ˘ᵕ˘ ପ ‹ · ≀ ૮₍ • ᴥ • ₎ა # ๑・ ⍝ ˒ ・ ⍈ ∞ ꞈ ���̶ 𝆯 ◷ ﹆ · જ ◐ ﹅

ᵕ̈ ♡̷ ५ ☺︎ ☹︎ ⸒ ⎙ › ㅎㅅㅎ ₍ᐢʔ ·˚🦴🧠 ͙ ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ⑅₎ ⊹ ָ ˖ 🥛🩰 ˖ ! ‣ ˓ ،

🌷🐰🦷˖ ▹ . › ! ✦ ˖ ٠ 🛁 › ✸ 🧠🥛˖ ۫˖ ◞ ฅ ˖ 🐰🛁🩰 ∘ ، 🐰🌷🚎 . · ˖ ─╌ ˖ ٬

🎀💭 . ` ✸ ⌁ ▹ 🧠🦷🥛 ꞌꞋꞌ ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎ ˖ ⭑ ❙❘❙❚❙❘❙❙❚❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘❙❙❚❙❘❙❙❙❚

〃 🜲 ❜ 🔌 ִֶָ ،،̲ ✶ 📰 ◗. ` 🏴 ⌁ ⚔ 🏳 ˖ ⁽⁾｡i ni ni ni

❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ๋ ⭑ ⸱ ͘ ⸰ ࣳ ͙៙͘⸳⭑ ଘ ֺ✦ ⸳

▎▌█▎▍▌▎▍█▎▍ ⸒ ⭑ ֺ⸰ 񢰽񓀽# ⩩ ⸱ุ๋ ✇ »⭑ֺ⸰͘ ★ 𯀴 ⸳ ֩ ⭑ ⸱ ✦ 񡀴 ✷ 𯀴 ุ⭑ ࣭͘ ♡❛❛

█▎▌▏ ﹟ 𝃛 ֙

𝅄 ャﾞ ˖˚ ‣ ִֶָ ، ֶָ🧠 ʾʾ ۫ ♥︎.⭒ ׅ۫ 🎀 𝅄 ִ

𝆬 🏩❕ 𝅄 ⭒ ֢ 🥛 ⋅ 🧠 ⩇ ʿ 🎀 ۫ 𝗈

. ૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა . ⋆ ˖ ! ⬫ ׂ ׅ🎂 ૮₍ ᵜ ก ₎ა ֶָ ׁ❁̶ (●´⌓`●) ᘒ ˖˙‹𝟯 ▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀

⏝ ۰ ⏝ ۰ ⏝ ۰ ⏝ ۰ ⏝ ƚ

૮₍⇀‸↼‶₎ა ૮₍꜆꜄ ˃ ³ ˂ ₎ა ૮₍ ⑅ ᐢ..ᐢ ₎ა

૮₍ ๑ • ᵜ ก ๑ ₎ა ⊹ヾ(◍・ ・◍)ﾉ

૮₍ ´• ˕ •` ₎ა ⊹ ۫ 🐁 ִֶָ : ૮ ˊ͈ . ˋ͈ ა

(๑•́᎔ ก๑̀ ) ˃̵ᴗ˂̵ ૮₍ ´ `₎ა ૮ ˊ͈. ˋ͈ ა ૮₍ ˃̵ ˂̵₎ა ૮ ˵• ع ˵• ა ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎

૮ / / / ⍝ა ₍ᵔ·͈༝·͈ᵔ₎ ᐢ. ֑.ᐢ ૮ ・ع・ა (๑´`๑)♡

૮₍｡ •᎔• ｡₎ა ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ִֶָ : ૮₍´˶• . • ⑅ ₎ა

૮ • ع - ა ₍ᐡ｡っ ̫-｡ᐡ₎ ૮⍝• ᴥ •⍝ა

૮₍ ˶• ˔ ต ₎ა ૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა ૮₍ ´˶• ᴥ •˶` ₎ა

૮₍ ⑅ • ᵜ • ⑅ ₎ა ૮₍｡´ᴖ ˔ ᴖ`｡₎ა ૮₍๑•ˑก₎ა:ᕱ ⑅ ヾ ✦ ২ ୨ ⋆

⬪ ՙ ╰╮ ♡̶ ৲ ৎ ⬪˙ ⌕ ⊹

﹆ ﹟ @ + ، ഒ

﹅ ִֶָ ◐ ≀ ⁺ ˒ ७ ٫ frᨒ જ ◞

.

ᐢ..ᐢ ᘒ ∞ ⌗ ★ ♥︎ ⭒ ʚ ﹫ ᖘ ﹠ ੭ ◪ ❪❫ ❪❫ ໋ I！

⊹ ⿻ ७ ᘏ⑅ᘏ ٫ ⌕ ˇ ✧ ଡ ﹠ ｡ ، ？ ⌗ % ！ ᴖ ᴈ ᴖ >ヮ< ᕱ ⑅ ᕱ i ഒ ⧉ ✰ ◡̈ ⋆ ٠

˃̵ᴗ˂̵ ─ ৎ୭ ⊹ ‹3 ₍ᐢ‥ᐢ₎ •᷄ •᷅ ५ ⍝ ˘ ᵜ ˘ ⍝ ∿ ♡ ఇ ‹𝟹 ໑ ૮⍝• ᴥ •⍝ა ❤︎ ৫

ᵔᴗᵔ ˘ᵕ˘ ପ ‹ · ≀ ૮₍ • ᴥ • ₎ა # ๑・ ⍝ ˒ ・ ⍈ ∞ ꞈ ♡̶ 𝆯 ◷ ﹆ · જ ◐ ﹅

ᵕ̈ ♡̷ ५ ☺︎ ☹︎ ⸒ ⎙ › ㅎㅅㅎ ₍ᐢᕱ ⑅ ヾ ✦ ২ ୨ ⋆

⬪ ՙ ╰╮ ♡̶ ৲ ৎ ⬪˙ ⌕ ⊹

﹆ ﹟ @ + ، ഒ

﹅ ִֶָ ◐ ≀ ⁺ ˒ ७ ٫ frᨒ જ ◞

ᐢ..ᐢ ᘒ ∞ ⌗ ★ ♥︎ ⭒ ʚ ﹫ ᖘ ﹠ ੭ ◪ ❪❫ ❪❫ ໋ I！

⊹ ⿻ ७ ᘏ⑅ᘏ ٫ ⌕ ˇ ✧ ଡ ﹠ ｡ ، ？ ⌗ % ！ ᴖ ᴈ ᴖ >ヮ< ᕱ ⑅ ᕱ i ഒ ⧉ ✰ ◡̈ ⋆ ٠

˃̵ᴗ˂̵ ─ ৎ୭ ⊹ ‹3 ₍ᐢ‥ᐢ₎ •᷄ •᷅ ५ ⍝ ˘ ᵜ ˘ ⍝ ∿ ♡ ఇ ‹𝟹 ໑ ૮⍝• ᴥ •⍝ა ❤︎ ৫

ᕱ ⑅ ヾ ✦ ২ ୨ ⋆

⬪ ՙ ╰╮ ♡̶ ৲ ৎ ⬪˙ ⌕ ⊹

﹆ ﹟ @ + ، ഒ

﹅ ִֶָ ◐ ≀ ⁺ ˒ ७ ٫ frᨒ જ ◞

ᐢ..ᐢ ᘒ ∞ ⌗ ★ ♥︎ ⭒ ʚ �� ᖘ ﹠ ੭ ◪ ❪❫ ❪❫ ໋ I！

⊹ ⿻ ७ ᘏ⑅ᘏ ٫ ⌕ ˇ ✧ ଡ ﹠ ｡ ، ？ ⌗ % ！ ᴖ ᴈ ᴖ >ヮ< ᕱ ⑅ ᕱ i ഒ ⧉ ✰ ◡̈ ⋆ ٠ ☻︎ ☹︎ シ ✔︎ ☯︎︎♧ ☕︎ — ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ — ⚡︎ ❏ ꒰ ꒱ ➤ఌ ◡̈ ⋒ ૪ ࣪˖ ⎙  ⩇  ⩉ ꐑ 𖣯 ⌕ ᨒ ᯤ ᯅ┊﹟𓄹𓂃「⋆」ʾʾ 𓍱 ꒷꒦ 𓏲ּ ֶָ֢ ﹆﹅ 𓍯 𓇼 ׂ ׂ 𝆹˙. ┊ ᥫ᭡ ⎙ ⩇ ⩉ ꐑ 𖣯 ⌕ ᨒ ᯤ ᯅ 𖤘 � 𖥦 ⏃ % 𓍯 𔗫 𔖲 𓂃 ﹆ ﹅𓄼 𓄹 ᭣ ꧞ 𓏲 𓂅 ꣼ ࿓࿔ ༄ ⌗ 𓈒 ⊹ 𖥔 ᨵ ꑘ ᜊ ᦒ ଘ ◖ ◗𖠗 ꗃ ٩ ะ ≛ ߸ 𖡡 𝆺𝅥 ꩜ 𖣠 𖦹 ⊹ ۪ 𖥔 ˑ ִ ֗ ִ ۫ ˑ 𖥻 ִ ۫ ּ ﹗ ˖ ་ 💭 𖦆 ֺ ָ ֙⋆ • ˖ ࣪𖦆 ˓ 🥛 ★ ﹆ׂׂ ˖ ◗ ᥫ᭡ ˖ ࣪ ‹ 𖥔 ࣪ ˖ ぅ ་ ᳝ ◝ 𖥻 ⌗𖦹 ๑ ໑ ࿔ ७ ५ ୭ ᠀ 𑁯 ੭ ⸙ ຯ ໒ ೨ 𖧧 Ꮺ 𖧷 𓏲 𖥨 ୫ ૪ ໒ 𐂴 ৎ  ຊ ∿ ꔵ ꫂ ২ ζ  १ 𖥧 𓂃 ♥︎ ᨒ ✦ ⟆ ֊ ꗃ ⌗ ❍ ﹕ཿ ♡ ■ ๑ ࿔ ⩩ 𖥨 ╰╮࿓ ᘒ ⊹ ✧ 𓂅 𓄹 ๑ ৲— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ — :: ࿔*:･「 」 ↳︎↰︎ ↳⋆⁺₊⋆📒

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₊˚•🚕

•₊🎷 ˎˊ˗

🎾⁺‧𓏰

🥂•⁺ 🍯º·˚

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✨ꔛ⋆⁺

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🪐˚ ༘ *𓈒*🚏

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࿐ ˚.☕️

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🏹⋅₊˚.

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📦₊˚.༄

˚🧸*･῾

⋆⁺₊⋆🧺

꒰ 🕯 ꒱

ミ🪜*:･

˚ ༘🥡* 🍜⋆｡˚

‧⁺◟🕰

˗ˏˋ🦆

✧˖*🎞

🦔•₊˚

🐌‧₊˚

🕸◞˚ₓ

🧳⁺◦

⁺◦🧦ᯓlove💗⟅ ༼ ；

⋮ ៚：

∫ *.۰

ೃ•୭

✦°．•

.ೃ

࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

₊˚.༄

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༊*·˚

✩*ೃ.⋆

.⋆

੭* ‧₊°

◞♡

⋆.*ೃ✧

*๑՞

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〜 〰 ⁓ ∼

˚‧⁺ ･ ˖ ·୧ ׅ𖥔 ۫ 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 ⋄ 𓍯

𔘓 ﹏ princess ๑ ִֶָ ❀

⊹ ᮫࣭﹆ֹ 🧸 𝗡ame 𓂃 ✿

ᨳ᭬ ▭ 𝗻ame ⸝⸝ 🥕 ◡̈

ᝬ 🌸 𖠵 𝗻ame 𓄹

𖤐 𝘆our ៸៸ ⁺‧₊ 𝗻ame 🕊 𔔁

`⌁ ◜name◞

˖ ࣪ ꒷name ꐑꐑ !

⊹ ᨘ໑▸ 𖥻 name ˑ 𖦹 

˖ 🎀 ᝬ ʿnameꜝꜞ 𖦹 ˖࣪،̲Ꮺ !

𖥦 ٭࣭ ャ › name 𖤩 ˖࣪،̲Ꮺ !

˙ 𖥦  ⪧ ◟name ˒ ˶

𖠗 🐇 ꞋꞌꞋ your name 🎀 𓄹 . ִ ֗

🩰 ५◦ your name ★ 𓂃

ᨓ 。your name 🌸 ∩⑅∩

🥛 ˖ ࣪ ‹ your name 𖥔 ࣪ ᥫ᭡

ꗃ ⋆ ࣪ . your name 🍳 . ‹

- 𖥨¡!🌻 [ 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 ] 𖦹´

- 🖇️𖥻 [ 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 ]

- ☦︎༘🥢 ❝ [ 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 ] ❞

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- 🍯⊰❞ 𝒏𝐚𝐦𝐞

- ៸៸🎐꒰꒱❜ 𝒏𝐚𝑚ℰ

- ⩩☁️› 𝓎𝕠𝒖𝐫 𝙣ᗩ𝘮𝔢

- ⎙  » 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾

- 🍃˚ ༘  ❝ 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 « 🍒

- |🀄| -՞ ɴᴀᴍᴇ

✹ ִֶָ ꐑꐑ ( ur name ) ⛸️𖦆 ꧇

𖦆 🎀 ֺ ( ur name ) ▸ . 𖧧 ࣪

★ . ꜝꜞ ᳝ ࣪ ( ur name ) ☁️ׂ ʬʬ

🥛 ˖ ࣪ ‹ ( ur name ) 𖥔 ࣪ ᥫ᭡

ꗃ ⋆ ࣪ . ( ur name ) 🍳 . ‹𝟥

ᐢ..ᐢ ࣪˖ ( ur name ) ✹ 🐇 ִֶָ ࣪ 𑊢

ꜝꜞ ᳝ ࣪ % ( ur name ) › ࣪ ˖ ⌕

𓈊 🍄 𒀭(𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞

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[saleeba]

the baby-making manual ; william saliba

summary ♡ baby fever hits the salibas full force.

pairing ♡ william saliba x fem!reader

content ♡ 18+, smut, husband!william, kissing, p in v sex, cunnilingus, reader & wilo are so broody & so in love with each other, missionary, doggystyle, riding, lotus position (yes i’m fucking depraved don’t look at me like that 🤕), soft romantic vibes, breeding kink, praise, body worship, size kink ofccc, clitoral stimulation, titplay, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it unless ur name is y/n and ur starring in this fic 🥸), creampie(s), a smidgen of cockwarming, blink and u miss the one french word in here, talks about having kids, aftercare included !!

a/n ♡ the title is so goofy & nobody asked for this but the concept has been eating at my mind since the end of summer + i've had this in the drafts since oct so i gotta put me first lucius 😫😩😫😩😫 anyway this is day one of converting you all into wilo girlies hehe WAKE UP WORLD‼️ pls lmk how u all find this fic btw!! ik it won’t get as much attention as my jude ones bc there prob aren’t as many fans but i rlly would appreciate anything u have to say about it !!! 🫶🏽🥰 enjoyyyy mes chéris!! 😌❤️

an unexpectedly warm spring’s saturday had given cause to an impromptu barbecue held by your parents, and you and william had found yourselves in the company of most of your relatives for the day. how your mother had convinced half the family tree to be present on such short notice you will never know but you were grateful nonetheless, extremely happy to especially see the loved ones you haven’t seen since getting married to your now-husband a couple of years ago.

it’s close to eleven in the night now, your arrival at home being so belated due to the clash between your insistence that you and william had to go home as he had training the next morning and your father’s greater insistence that the two of you stay a little longer for another cup of tea, another plate of food, even the whole night if you wanted to. in the end, you had to put a politely firm foot down, more for william’s sake who can’t say no to your parents for the life of him, and who was on his way to accepting your dad’s invitation to stay the night before you spoke up. you knew the events of last night would repeat for the morning, your parents in a tug-of-war with you to make you guys stay for breakfast but you supported your case with the argument of the long drive home and the fact that mikel wouldn’t appreciate william’s tardiness the next day, especially at such a significant time in the season. 

you’re sitting in bed by yourself right now with a novel in hand – william having gone to take a much-needed relaxing shower – inwardly laughing to yourself over your husband’s people-pleasing antics and your mind meanders to the scenes of this afternoon, the sounds of children’s laughter and adults’ gossip in the air accompanied with the smokey scent of grilled food taking over your senses. you reencounter images of william chasing your little cousins, nieces and nephews around the garden — small, sweet giggles mixed with william’s deeper chuckles as they’re all engaged in an exhilarating game of tag, little feet and large padding around the property. 

your thoughts are pulled back into reality when the ensuite door clicks open, a cloud of steam puffing into the bedroom before it reveals your husband clad in nothing but a white towel around his waist, droplets of water dotted on his toned chest and abdomen. it’s a sheer sight for sore eyes and one that you will never tire of so you shamelessly watch as he smiles at you before gliding across the room, moving to his vanity to apply generous amounts of body lotion to bring back moisture to his skin, the action making his skin glow so prettily under the warm lighting of the bedroom. 

it’s these moments of silent appreciation that have you feeling like the luckiest girl in the universe; an adonis of a lover in your bedroom, one that would move heaven and earth at your beck and call, and there’s denying that you would do the same for him. 

in all your daydreaming, william’s moved on to pulling his pajamas on for bedtime, a pair of dark grey boxer shorts acting as said pajamas as he opts to go shirtless in fear of overheating on such a toasty night. you place your novel down, the previously read page distinguished with a bookmark, as william places a soft kiss on your forehead before tucking you both in under the thin sheets. 

“mum was really bad with the baby talk this time, wasn’t she?” you turn your body on its spot, head propped up by a bend of your arm as you face william who lifts his head at your rhetoric question. “i mean, you did look so fucking adorable with the kids today so i don’t know if i should say sorry on her behalf.” 

“not at all,” he only lets out a breathy laugh, now mirroring you in the shift of his own body. “i’ve had most people asking me about it now.”

“really?” 

you’re quite shocked to learn that there are indeed a lot of people who are eager to see william and yourself have a family of your own and that it’s not just pestering from your mother in particular, who has asked about when she will be seeing grandchildren from her daughter and “favourite son-in-law” from the moment the two of you had just about exchanged rings. you’ve grown accustomed to answering with the same old ‘we want to focus on us/our careers/our freedom’ response but there’s a little curious something that’s pulling the two of you to consider everyone’s requests.

“mmhm, i think i could count the number of people at the club that have asked me about it using my hands and my feet,” the pair of you laugh at this, a shake of your head over how believable that comment is despite it sounding so silly since the environment of your husband’s workplace is so close-knit and everyone is comfortable with each other. “it’s not just that, though, is it?” 

“no?” you question his tone turned serious now.

“when i see the guys and their kids, i can’t help wondering what i might be like in those sorts of situations, y’know?” you sit up at his words, heart racing a little faster with the way he looks at you; looks into you as he again copies your movements, taking your hands in his after leaning his shoulder against the headboard. “can’t help wondering what it would be like seeing you and a mini version of us in the stands during a match… wanna see our baby matching shirts with their papa, wanna hear their tiny voice cheer my name…”

you swear you feel your heart stop as soon as his lips form the words ‘our baby’. 

“oh, william,” you sigh over his thoughts spoken aloud, a slight pang of guilt hitting at your heartstrings and causing your eyes to tear up just a little. “why didn’t you tell me about all this, hm?”

you had no idea of his desire to have children, always assuming his response to everyone’s questions to be the same as yours and believing that he wanted to prioritise football over starting a family with you for at least a couple more years. 

“it’s not your fault, sweetheart, not at all.” his fingers swipe under your eyes in precaution against any spilt tears. “having a baby, hell, even wanting a baby... it’s a big deal; it’s hard to just drop it into a conversation if that makes sense.”

“of course, that makes plenty of sense,” his hands grip yours in a tight embrace, placing a kiss on the slightly trembling digits in an attempt to soothe you. “you really want to have a baby with me?”

william laughs softly at your words and the way you sit with your mouth gaping, starry-eyed with a million thoughts racing through your mind. 

“no, i want to have a baby with mrs khan next door.” he deadpans, referring to your elderly neighbour, before you shove at his shoulder, a blush overcoming your cheeks as you realise how daft your question is, disbelief over how much william wants to be a dad seeping into the way you’re thinking right now. “you’re the only woman that i want as the mother of my children, y/n, the only one.”

his eyes look even more beautiful in the peek of moonlight through the curtains and you fear your heart may give out tonight, squeezing so hard in your chest with the love that you feel for your husband.

“can i kiss you, baby?” he asks so politely, thumb running over the plumpness of your bottom lip. even after so many years together, he’s always the gentleman but still, you tell him that he doesn’t need to ask anymore — you are his to have as he is yours.

his lips descend upon yours with a gentle force, hands clasping over your waist where the black silk material of your short nightdress stops him from touching the warmth of your soft skin. instead, william decides to pick you up and place you on his lap, the urge to feel your body as close to his as possible controlling his actions, your knees dropping to either side of him as your clothed chest meets his bare one. 

as the kiss deepens on what seems like its own accord, you feel yourself growing wetter, thankful for your earlier decision to forgo underwear for the night as you grind down onto william’s lap, the cotton of his boxers creating delicious friction on where you need it the most. 

breathless sighs turn into light moans from the two of you as william tightens his grip on your waist with the same strength your core presses down onto his hardening length before he turns you both over to have you on your back, his form hovering over yours, lips ghosting over the nook where your neck meets your shoulders, leaving an eruption of goosebumps in its trail. 

in the pleasured shutting of your eyes, you can feel william’s hands pull down the loose straps of your nightdress, then a kiss on each shoulder and then the heat of his breath over your exposed breasts. 

“so beautiful, darling,” he looks up to your blushing face, the compliment painting a shy smile on it before his lips wrap around your left nipple with wasting any time. a whine is pulled from your lungs over the way william suckles on the nub, a tiny tug of it between his teeth causing you to arch your chest further into his mouth. of course, he doesn’t forget to pay attention to your right boob, taking his sweet time in kissing and swirling his tongue around the stiffness of the other side. “how did i get so lucky, hmm?”

you whimper in response as he brushes his lips down your body over your nightdress; from under your breasts, over your navel and arriving at the base of your tummy, where he places the firmest kiss of them all atop of the lustrous material. 

“william…” 

“gonna take care of you, baby, i promise.”

his hands now come down to your thighs, where the inner parts are sticky with arousal, and he hoists the hem of your dress up past your bellybutton, the pressing together of your legs to soothe the ache of your core as a light breeze hits it inciting your husband to part them and find home in the self-made gap. his head lowers to where your pussy lays nearly leaking onto the sheets and your breaths quicken, reaching an all-time rapid high when william plants a kiss on your clit, one so soft that it would’ve been deemed innocent had it not been in the midst of an action so filthy. 

in the ‘o’-shapedness of your mouth, amorous sighs escape as he starts his attack on your wetness — mouth open, tongue out, lapping at your juices as you sing his praises in the form of high-pitched moans. his tongue slips past your drenched folds to find your sopping hole, the tip of it poking past your entrance as he’s full-on eating you out now, open-mouthed moans from the simple pleasure of your pussy on his lips almost drowning out your sounds. 

there’s a particularly lusty moan from you when his thumb finds your tense clit, a couple of rubs on it releasing a string of cries out of the confines of your lips as your legs tremble from their position on his shoulders. from the very beginning of your married life, william had made it his mission to become well-acquainted with you in the bedroom, and you think he’s succeeded as the way he knows which buttons to press to get you to cum at his mercy is very telling, fingers working expertly in toying with your sensitive nub as your walls clench around nothing but the conjured-up image of cumming all over his mouth and pretty face. 

“william… i-” you start but are soon interrupted by the intense sucking of your already pounding clit between his moistened lips. the wail you let leave your body is almost pitiful, the feeling so fucking good but so sudden and unexpected that you fall head-first into your orgasm, crashing into it with a spasm of your thighs around william’s head, pawing at his dark hair for some inkling of relief and grounding since you truly believe you’re about to lose all sense of reality with how strong this orgasm has hit you. 

william doesn’t relent despite your convulsions, placing kisses over your clenching pussy and shaky abdomen. you manage to still your involuntary motions to catch a glimpse of his face in all its glory; his lips glistening wet with your release and his eyes darker than ever, impossible to distinguish the colour of his pupils from the colour of his irises, an unfolding plan of what’s to come for you both behind his soft gaze.

“did so, so good for me, my love,” he praises, kissing you through panting breaths from the both of you. “want to feel you around me, fuck, need to feel you around me, baby.” 

you go to deny him at first, nestling your hand against the bulge of his boxers but he’s quick to deny you in turn. 

“no, baby, tonight’s for you, ok? just wanna take care of everything— take care of you.” 

you nod in acceptance, knowing that arguing with him would be futile, a gentle flame in his eyes telling you of his determination to do nothing but be at your service until the sun comes up.

“how do you want me first, amour?” 

you almost swoon at the question, unable to believe that you essentially have this man at your mercy now, getting dizzy over choosing whether you want to ride him into oblivion first or save that for later and have him take you from behind to start with. either way, you know that tonight was no night for a meagre one round.  

“how about as we are right now?” you suggest, the current arrangement of you on your back and william on top proving perfectly convenient for you guys to start with your favourite position in bed.

“sounds perfect, baby,” he smiles before getting up to rid his body of those grey boxers and then almost leaning over you to pull a condom from the nightstand before he stops himself midway, the both of you realising that this is a habit that will need to be unlearnt now. a pair of giggles erupts between you and a silent agreement to forget the condom for the whole purpose of tonight is sealed with a rerouted kiss from william. he then prompts you to lift your hips so he can slot a pillow underneath them and have you as comfortable as you can get. you can’t resist biting your bottom lip at the pulsating anticipation between the two of you, the sight of his bare cock admittedly making your mouth water. 

now back on the bed and parting your legs, william resituates himself in between, this time with his cock in his hand running down your increasingly dripping slit, the occasional dip past your folds making you wince in an addictive combination of overstimulation and urgency. 

“shit, angel, i’m sorry,” his apology is sincere as he searches your eyes for signs of discomfort. “we don’t have to do this right now, we can take a break, do you want me to ge–”

“babe, i’m fine, okay?” you huff out a laugh, your husband’s honestly innocent face tickling your tummy and making your core ache even more. “j-just fuck me, will, please?” 

his answer comes in the guise of an assured smooch against your swollen lips, taking the quiet opportunity to sink into your wetness, completely raw for the first time, with a loud deep groan that makes your stomach feel like it’s gloriously folding in on itself. you revel in finally having the naked thickness of his cock inside you, experiencing every ridge, vein and inch of smoothness directly between your gummy walls with a hushed fuck before he gets to work on setting a moderate pace — slow and savouring it seems, his way of saying that he wants this to last as long as it possibly can. 

"william… so big..." no matter how many times you've been under him and how many times you say it, it will always ring true; the initial stretch and burn that his cock creates for you will always light a fire of delicious friction, tonight being a million times more special than every previous encounter put together. and no matter how many times william hears it, it will always set his mind ablaze, hips now pistoning at an unfathomable speed as he can’t hold back anymore, moaning and groaning about how good you feel uninterrupted around him, how there'll be no one else for him, how you're everything to him. it all has your pussy gushing around him to no end. 

your whimpers warn him of another impending orgasm, the tightening clasp of your cunt and the way you’re clawing at the softness of his lower tummy in sheer desperation make william’s movements falter just the slightest, a whine leaving his throat as he can feel his own climax catching up to him.

“close, baby,” he warns in sentences incomplete, brain whirring on pure pleasure and nothing else but the desire to have you cumming around him. he’s afraid that he may finish a fraction too soon and leave you disappointed so his fingers find your stiffened clit again, the caressing of his thumb a little harsher this time around as part of an effort to get you both to cum at the same time.

the pleasure you’re receiving from the touch of his thumb and the stroke of his dick is almost too much, hands willing their way to pull his off of you but the speed at which your second orgasm hits you beats any other competition to the finish line, pussy barely squeezing to trigger william’s first orgasm of the night; your lover climaxes inside of you with a sound so guttural, it has him almost collapsing against your shaking form but you invite him to do so, a tender hand on the back of his head guiding him to a safe haven in the crook of your neck as the strangely comforting feeling of thick, white liquid streams down your inner thighs. heavy breaths saturate the dimly lit room as you lay with your lover for a moment, warm bodies basking in the aftermath of a shared orgasm.

after a comfortable minute or two, william speaks up, his voice dropped to an octave so deep it relights the fire in your seeping cunt before your head can even process his words. 

“how does round two sound to you?” he’s asking amidst the plotting of a few kisses up your jawline.

you’re ready to jump his bones again on your own accord so when you hear the request fall from your husband’s lips, it’s an immediate “yes please” from you, not even bothered to feel shameful about the reeking desperation of your response.

a knowing chuckle and another kiss seal the deal, william pulling your now-creased nightdress over your outstretched arms, leaving you completely bare but free; accessible to his every touch. he asks you to turn around onto your hands and knees, setting the pillow down underneath your lower abdomen as a precaution. 

“there we go, angel,” he places a tender kiss at the bottom of your spine, running a hand up the natural curve of your back while you anticipate his next action. “gonna make my pretty girl feel so good tonight, she deserves it all.” your thighs divide instinctively in response to his voice and the sight of his cum glistening on your skin has william choking on a moan, needing to stroke his cock on the white-stained slipperiness.

“william, don’t tease,” you beg with a shake of your ass against his crotch to get him to hurry and slip his length inside of you. “can’t wait anymore.”

your husband obliges immediately, having lubricated his dick enough with his own release off your thighs, pushing into your hole with so much more ease and a filthy squelch as the realisation that the majority of his cum from the previous round is still inside of you hits him. oh, it sends william’s entire being into a lustful frenzy. 

“f-fuck, baby, listen to how well i filled you up,” he gasps out, mouth forming an ‘o’ shape as the dirtiest noises he has ever heard emits from where his cock is connected to your pussy. 

you’ve done this position more times than you can count but the raw state of his dick plus the way it definitely plunges deeper from all the lubrication william has created inside you has you growing wetter beyond belief, another layer of arousal helping him reach damn near a whole new dimension of your cunt. you don’t want to lend your name to porno-fuelled incorrect biology but you swear he’s in your cervix right now, the pillow now playing its part in hoisting your bottom half up, back arching so beautifully, making it the perfect setup for william to split you in half with every thrust of his length.   

between a melody of cries of his name from your worn lips and his deeper moans, you surprisingly cum without a word of warning; it’s fast and it’s hard and it’s white-hot, almost launching your body off the bed entirely. it’s not so surprising, actually, given the speed of william’s pounding inside of your creaming pussy and the resulting splat-splat-splat noise his actions make, all of it way too much, way too depraved and addicting to try and avoid. 

“good fucking girl,” your husband grunts out at the sensation of yet another round of your pussy walls spasming around him, another round of hot cum spurting into your hole as he fills you up with an animalistic fuck! marking the round so differently from the last one, which was so full of love, this one in a tone that is much more lewd and untamed. 

you’re still on all fours, moaning softly at the flood of cum that spills out of you from around william’s dick and onto the sheets below, cunt still clenching his shaft which doesn’t seem to get any softer despite the two of you having been at it for nearly two hours without a break. your husband, sheathed still in your core, runs a series of kisses up your back, reaching the back of your ear to leave praises of how good you were for him just then and how pretty you look while he’s balls deep inside of you. eventually, he pulls out with a throaty moan, leaving you panting as you fall onto your back to look up at his fucked out expression.

william’s standing there with his hands on his hips, chest heaving, face all smiley and flushed, an image not too dissimilar to one where he’s fresh off a victory on the pitch. you wish you could take a picture of the scenery in front of you but you trust your memory to sear it into place for you instead.

“fucking hell, if i’m not pregnant by now then i don’t even know what to say!” you laugh out at the mess you’ve both made of the sheets and yourselves, and william joins in before quipping in with a “hmm, we should make sure, just in case, of course.” a cheeky tone in his voice as he snuggles his mouth against your neck, the hair on his chin tickling your skin as you squirm on the bed out of ecstatic amusement.

“okay, okay, but first we have to take a break, babe!” you manage to squeal out before william ceases his tickle attack on you, letting you go to the bathroom while he fetches a glass of water from the kitchen. 

by the time you’re finished and clean, william has the bed remade and the glass of water held out by the hand upon your return to the bedroom. you shake your head at him, bemused at this butler act he’s now performing.

“your refreshment, mrs. saliba,” he mocks what you assume to be a posh british accent, his own french one adding so much charm to it. 

“i thank you, mr. y/l/n,” you smirk back and take a sip, careful not to choke as william pushes your shoulder in jest with an oi before sitting down on the edge of the bed and watching you set the empty glass down on the nightstand. 

“so, about that making sure thing,” you pounce on his lap within a split second, settling your hands on the warmed skin of his shoulders.

william throws his head back in a hearty chuckle. “fucking hell, what was in that water?!”

“shut up and kiss me, saliba.” you command and he doesn’t dare to do anything but oblige, lips catching yours in a heated kiss that reinstalls all elements of hunger and lust inside of the pair of you. running your hands down and over the expanse of his chest has william parting his lips in a low groan, you taking the opportunity to slip your tongue inside his mouth and swallow all of his sugary sweet sounds, not wanting any ears other than your own to hear them. the resumed grinding of your naked crotch on william’s has him hardening quickly, another order from you to go lay himself down on the pillows moving scenes on as rapidly as you like. 

“good boy,” you admire the way he’s displayed himself for you, long athletic body sprawled out in all its glory, the moonlight a little brighter now that the night has really settled in. “you look so good like this, william, fuck, need to have you inside me now, baby.” a couple of tugs on his stiff cock and you’re sliding down onto it, william’s hands – slightly sweaty from excitement – holding you in place as you begin to rock and raise your body. 

there’s a harmonised whine from the two of you as you’re filled with his thickness once again, william encased in your snug, plush walls, and the swivel of your hips atop him makes his teeth grit in euphoria. seeing this spurs you on more, momentum picked up from the way william throws his head back, leaving his neck at your mercy and you of course can’t help but nip and kiss and lick over it, the sounds being pulled from his throat so saccharine and tuneful. 

he pants out with a vice-like grip on your hips, the skin white with the extreme grasp his fingers have on it. “s-slow, baby, slow…” he pleads while you rock and grind and bump into his crotch like a woman gone mad, chasing a high that is just at the tips of your fingers… just a little more. 

you whine out his name, scratching at his chest where you had previously been resting your hands for leverage, and he finds a little leeway before taking a gulp of courage and sitting up to meet the stirring of your pelvis with his, cock sputtering up into your cunt as he supports you with his large hands behind your back.

the position is possibly the most intimate you’ve been in — naked chest to naked chest, your nipples rubbing against the softness of his pecs, your knees on either side of him as his are crossed underneath you, body so much smaller than his, lips so close to touching with every jerk and bump but never really kissing, always teasing. it’s all so fucking hot and there’s nothing you want more than for him to fill you up once more. 

the knock-knock-knock of another orgasm has you pulling him so close against you, practically forcing him to shift his entire weight on top of you. you feel the need to bury him inside your skin. to be bound entirely and irrefutably. his lips, just now attached to the mounds on your chest, start rambling in his native tongue. you're not quite fluent in french but you've been with william long enough to pick up some things; the important things. through his wanton panting and sighing, he's spilling all his desires to you — telling you that he can't wait to see you swollen with his child, can’t wait to see if they’ll have his hair or your smile, can’t wait for you both to finally be the parents you had dreamed of being. there’s a fire in his words and it sets your whole body alight, scratching down his back in vicious streaks that will surely be present for the next week.

“w-william, please,” you wail, legs burning in their effort to capture your awaiting high. “put a baby in me, fuck, please, fuck a baby into me.” freshly hot tears are fully spilling down your cheeks now, the ecstasy of his cock pounding into you and the promises he’s made to you proving too much and you need relief from it all, desperately.

“gonna do just that, angel, gonna fill you up nice and good,” he moans out, pulling you in closer to his gyrating form. “gonna fill you up over and over until we get that baby.”  

and that’s the tipping point for you, your husband’s words, so sincerely sweet yet sinful, being the thing to push you over and have you cumming with a thunderous scream of his name. your pussy gushes around his rigid length, walls fluttering around it so forcefully you’re scared they’ll be stuck like this forever. william soon follows with his own orgasm, a few throaty moans that sound so pretty coming from his plump limps as they match the rhythm with which he spurts his sticky cum into you. your legs tremble in both exhaustion and bliss around william, and he’s quick to soothe them over with his hands, mouth landing kisses over your face and your chest. 

there’s only a symphony of heavy panting from you both now, and the occasional whimper or soft moan, as william lays on his back with you on top of him, large hands running up and down your back to steady your breathing, his dick still firmly in you. you're pretty sure you've forgotten what it feels like to be empty and without him.

“you okay?” he mumbles into your hair, a loving kiss left on your forehead before he tilts your chin up to look at him, your eyes weary and ready to doze off. you can only muster up an mmhmm but william is determined to end the night perfectly for you.

“hang on, baby, okay?” he requests before slowly pulling out of your heat and dashing to the bathroom where you can hear the din of him rummaging through cupboards and running the bathtub’s taps, leaving you to laze around with a pool of cum leaking out of you. the sudden crash of something metal followed by a shit! is enough to pull you out of the clasps of sleep, however.

your husband reappears swiftly, a boyishly guilty look on his face to which you raise an eyebrow. 

“everything’s fine!” he assures your silent questioning. “i want to take care of you right now, though. please?”

you flash him a tired but teasing smile in affirmation and he picks you up bridal-style, giving a quick kiss to your lips before walking you over to the bathtub and gently placing you in the comfortably warm and bubbly water where you feel your muscles instantly relax. the calmingly fragrant scent of chamomile fills your nostrils as you sigh up at your lover. 

“thank you, honey,” you speak, a slight croak to your voice from honest exhaustion. william nods at you before plotting another sweet kiss on your temple. 

“room for a little one?” he asks with a beautiful grin on his face, teeth all out in his signature style.

“always.” you scoot forwards to make room for him and he slips his much larger frame behind you, instantaneously pulling your back into his chest, hands delicately soothing over your tummy as he delivers a bunch of kisses across the plane of your shoulders. 

“sounds stupid but i already have a list of names that i wanna go over with you.” he says shyly after a moment of quiet.

you giggle and set a devoted kiss to the wedding band on his ring finger. 

“i’m all ears.” 

#MAH DICK FELL AWFF #guys it’s not even funny anymore i NEED him to put a baby in meeeeeeeeee 😫😫😫😫😫😫 #literally the only french person that deserves rights EVURRRRRRRR he can put his oui oui baguette right inside this pu- #the only man i would cook and clean for i promiseeeee you #william saliba #william saliba imagine #william saliba smut #william saliba x reader #william saliba x you #william saliba x y/n #football imagine #footballer imagine #footballer smut #˗ˏˋ 📝 ˎˊ˗

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♡. °⊹ 𝘌𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 ¡!

(ᵔ๑ᵕ̳ ᴥ ᵕ̳๑) ₍ᵔᵕ̳ᴥᵕ̳ᵔ₎っ♡ ゞ₍ᵔ๑・ᴥ・ᵔ₎

ヾ(˛˛˛・︿・˛˛˛)ﾉﾞ ｡◍ ʕ=・ᴥ・=ʔ ٩(๑•́ ₃ •̀๑)ﾉﾞ

(๑•ᴗ•๑) ♡ ꒰˘ᵌ˘꒱♡ ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡) ʕ๑•́ᴥ•̀๑ʔ

ʕ； •`ᴥ•´ʔ є(•⌔•)э ˏ₍•ɞ•₎ˎ (ಥ‿ಥ)ﾉﾞ

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* (͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

♡. °⊹ 𝘌𝘮𝘰𝘫𝘪𝘴 ¡!

🌷 🍄 🐣 🖇 ☁️ 🧺 🥨 🍪 🧸 🧚‍♀️ 🌿 🍓

🧶 ⚘ 🎨 🐚 🍃 🌾 🌼 🍒 🍚 🍡 🍨 🧁

🍶 ✨ 🌈 🌫 ✉ 🧷 🐾 🐦 🐥 🕊 🐳 🐋

🦋 🐞 🐝 💐 🌱 🍎 🥑 🥐 🍥 🍦 🥡 🍩

🍫 🥛 🥤 📎 🖇 ⛓ 💕 💫 🐰 🐇 🌺 🍊

🍋 🍣 🍰 🐻 🐢 🥀 🌸 🍑 🥝 🥥 🍙 🍜

🍯 🍬 🎠 🎢 🎡 🌁 📺 🎬 📒 🖌 📝 🗒

⚖ 🏹 💭 💌 🍐 🍉 🍞 🥞 🍟 🧀 🍭 🎪

♡. °⊹ 𝘚𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴 ¡!

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°•✧･ ✿ ･✧•°┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┓

┗┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅°•✧･ ✿ ･✧•°

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♡. °⊹ 𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘴 ¡!

㸑 㼖 䃻 䉷 䕾 䚕 䚕 䙰 䝄 䝄 壪 廳 廳 廳 廳 戅 壪 廳 戅 戆 攮 斸 曯 欖 靍 靎 顳 顴 飌 飍 飝 馫 驤 驥 驦 驧 麷 繼 繩 ⻯ ⻲ ⻱ ⻩ ⻨ ⻪ ⻲⻡⻘⿕⿆ ㌫

♡. °⊹ 𝘍𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘴 ¡!

↛ ↝ ↠ ⇝ ↣ ↦ ↬ ⇀ ⇁ ⇉ ⇏ ⇛ ⇢ ⇥ ⇨ ⇰ ⇴ ⇶ ⇸ ⇻ ⇾ ➔ ➙➛ ➜ ➝ ➞ ➟ ➡ ➢ ➣ ➤ ➥ ➦ ➨ ➩ ➪ ➫ ➬ ➭ ➮ ➯ ➱ ➲ ➵➺ ➻ ➼ ➽ ➾ ⇴ ➠↚ ↜ ↞ ↢ ↤ ↫ ↼ ↽ ⇇ ⇍ ⇜ ⇠ ⇤ ⇷ ⇽ ⇚ ⇦ ⇺↭ ↮ ↹ ⇄ ⇆ ⇋ ⇌ ⇎ ⇔ ⇹ ⇼ ⇿↟ ↥ ↾ ↿ ⇈ ⇑ ⇞ ⇡ ⇪ ⇧⇫ ⇬ ⇭ ⇮ ⇯↡ ↧ ↯ ⇂ ⇃ ⇓ ⇟ ⇣ ⇩ ⇊↨ ⇅ ⇕ ⇳ ⇵↰ ↱ ↲ ↳ ↴ ↶ ↷ ↸ ↺ ↻ ⇖ ⇗⇘ ⇙ ➚➴➶⇶⇷⇸⇹⇺⇻⇼⇽⇾⇿⤴︎⤵︎⤶⤷⤹ꜜ⌁⌃⌄⎋˿➔➘➙➚➛➜➝➞➟➠➢➣➤➥➦➧➨➩➪

➫➬➭➮➯➱➲➳➴➵➶➷➸➹➺➻➼➽➾

✁ ✂︎ ✃ ✄ ✌︎ ✍︎ ✎ ✏︎ ✑ ✒︎✔︎ ✕ ✖︎ ✗ ✘ ❍ ❏ ❐ ❑ ❒

♡. °⊹ 𝘚𝘪𝘮𝘣𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘴 ¡!

̽֯̽ ̽֯ 𖤐 ⩩✦˖˚❁⌗﹟ ⌇ ༱ ༢ ⸒ ❟ ͎ᨛ᤹ 〞◖ ꩟ ᠀ ིི ⸼ ۰ ۪۪۫۫ ‧ ₊ ༝ ･ ˖ ˚ 。 . ⋆ ࣧࣧ ۬۟۬ 个 ͜͡ ⑅ ꠴ ੭ ᤴ ៸ ꞈ ◯ ʬ ꞈ ⸝ ˴ ،، ࿈ ะ ⸾ ꒲ ൃ ் ༘ ྀ ፧ • ⁺⃛ * ̥ ⁺ ݃ * ₊ ･ ﾟ ◠ ୫ ୣ ૢ ཻུ۪۪͎ ⸼ ೃ ⊹ ൣ ૢ་༘ ۪۪̥° ۣۜ ᬽ ᪥ ᬁ ⸼ ۰ ۪۪۫۫ ·₊̣̇ . ⊱ ⊰ ∝ ೄ ※ ⿻ ۬ ⪧ ໒ ː ͡ ︵ ՞ 〃 ᩙᩙ ᵎ ⏝ ꦿ ۫։ຼ ೃ ෞ 。ꞈ ▿ ▾ ⌀ ଽ 𖡻 ⌔ 𖧐 ㅤ֮ ​ ະ̽ Ꮠ ͟͟͞͞ ◠ ◡ ˙˙˙ ຳ ﹻ ៹ ꪵ ፝֟֯ ∴ ∵ ∶ ∷ ፠ ፡ ෴⁑ ⁗ ⁞ ⵿ ｷ ⃛ ⃙ꪳ ཷ ١ ꦽ ㅋ ᨳ᭬ ˓ ༿ ⸒ ᷍ ࿎ ̫ ◦۪۪̥ 𖡋 ̽ ᭝ ᮫ ᪶᪶ ️️꒦ ꒷ ꒦ ꒷ ˗ˏˋ 🌱 ˎˊ˗ ⃢ ꪶ ࿓ જ ᦔ ܓ ᐜ᜴ ʚĭɞ ﻬ꜆ ༉ ⿴ ≡ ࿔ ༅ ／ ଓ ઇ ઉ ᧙ ᥐ ༣ ᶻᶻᶻ ⋗ ⌒ ˀ ʕ 𖧧 ༄ ୭̥ ೫ ๑ ︵ இ 𖥸 𖧷 𖠱 ꩜ ♡ ┊ ✎⟆ v ⚘ ₰ ࿂ ﹆ ﹅ ∅ 𖤍 ۝ ༊ ⌬ ꨄ ೨ ᵕ̈ 𖣦 ✎ ✐ ஜ ಌ ִֶָ ⅋ ⎓ ૪ ⌑ ␥ ᯾ ■ ♧ ಇ බ 组 ⁂ = ⏧ ᯼ ༻ ༺ 〻 〼 〾 ⅌ ⌯ ␦ ​ㅤ࿆ ᝰ ん ๛ ◇ ❣ ⸙ ◈ ෆ ◿ ◸ ⏂ ✑ ✁ ✃ ✄ 彡 ꠵ ﹫ ᦰ ։ຼ ꧔ ꞋꞌꞋꞌ ͝ ᝐ 㶌 ⏠ ۞ ⎋✩ ✼ ｡ﾟ･ ☆ ° ｡ㅤ→ ༄ ‧₊˚ 「 」 ⇢ ๑ ◞♡° ⸙͎ ˀˀ ♡⃕ ◡̈ ꒰ ⌦ ✗ ⌜ ⌝ ⌞ ⌟ ↳ ❝ ❞ ➤ ↲ ۪۫❁ཻུ۪۪ ⎧ ୧ ⋅ ..⃗. ┊ೃ ╰► ꒱ ➛ ↴ ❱ ✿•˖* ℘ ﹋﹋ ❛ ╯ ❲ ❳ ∞ ‹ ∅ ┊ ➹ ੈ♡‧₊˚ ↱ ᵕ̈ ↷ ೃ ╲ ╱ 彡 ✥ ❥ Ꮠ ➜ ᎒ ☈ ❁ ⸙͎۪۫ ⊰ 「❀」 . .⃗ ༉‧₊˚✧ . ˚ ⚘ ˏ`୭̥*ೃ *ૢ✧ ཻུ۪۪⸙͎ ೫` ⃟ ཹ։❀ ፧ ੈ✩‧₊ ૪'ރ፧ ࿐ °↳ ׂׂૢ༘ ۵`⌧ ≡ ⸙ ↺彡*ૢ✧;; ↳♡↣❁۪۪ ❥ ➼ ▪ ﹀ೃ* ᬄ ღ ༾ ꙰ ≈ - ̗̀ ゞ •| ⊱✿⊰ |• ╰─►⸙͎ — ≡↳ ׂׂૢ༘ ۵`⌧.⛇♯݊ - ̗̀ ː͡₊ˀ 〜 📁ᥴˀ⸼᮫͓ͯ̽❳； . ⸙. ͎۪۫ Oº°‘¨ ፝֯֟ ت →× — ⁶ ︸ 〞 ꜜ ͎ ╰ ╯ ╱╳╲ ⸗꒰☁️꒱♡ =͟͟͞͞: 〣 ꞋꞌꞋꞌ ҂ ˘˘˘ ⸝⸝ ￤ ꜥꜤ ﹆ ꜛ ꜜ ⸃⸃ ⸼ ꞈ ⸗ ⭏ ▾ ꭛ ˖ ︴ ↻ ⇁ ﹏ ゛ ⇢ ﾞ ⁾⁾ ⭞ ଽ ୭̥ ➶ ↻ ✘ ┈ ₊̇°˟̫ː ៸៸ ｡ ٬٬ ␣ ❪ ￣ ҩ ✕ ͝ ۫ ۪۪۪۫ ” ᵎ 〇 ,, ㅤᅌ ❫ ٠ِ٘ٓ ℮ ▪ ❬ ❭ ❨ ❩ ⸂ ᵎ , ⃕ ➘ α ❴ ⟨ ⟩ ︵─┊-˚̩̥̩̥)❫❪(،ﷻෆ∞ೃ❅≡〈〔＜ㄑ(ㄥ=三=＝《 ￣￣￣（丶／＼.˙˙．〝！？冫人｜!i＾iゝ〔〔〕〉 ⵢ◞⃕ ◡̈ ꒰ ⌜ ⌝ ⌞ ⌟ ཻུ۪۪۪۫ ⎧ ..⃗. ꒱ Ꮠ ⊰ .⃗ ༉‧ ⃟ ﹫ ˚◦⸵ ˬ̽. ̽ ⸽⋆≿⁞ꜜ₊̣﹏﹃﹄「」₊｡ﾟ➶︾ 〃 ･﹢ ̼ ⌁⌔⌕ ⌮┊┈┄┆︱︳ ﹋﹉ ﹊﹍﹎‿︵ 〄␣₎⁾₍⁽“˘︵︶⌫⌦ ␍ ␎ ℭ ℮℻⊹ ◜ ◝ ◞ ◟ ◠ ◡ ˙˙˙ ̼ ͝ ︴〻〼 〾 ⅌ ⌸ ⌲ ⌯ ⌮ ␥ .␦ ⎴ ⎗ ⎕ ⎓ ⌑ ␥ ╯ ❲ ❳ ∞ ‹ ∅ ┊ ➹ ੈ‧₊˚ ↱ ᵕ̈ ↷ ೃ ╲ ╱ Ꮠ ➜ ᎒ ☈ ❁ ⸙͎۪۫ ⊰.⃗ ₊˚✧ ୭̥*✧ ཻུ۪۪` ⃟ ❀ ፧ ੈ✩ރ፧ °↳ ׂׂ ⌧ × ✖ ⚘݄⿴݃*₊˚ ෆ ♻,.⸼۰ ۪۪۫۫ ❬“= ” ヾ،، ·₊̣̇. ❵ෞ ˚‧⁺.* ೃೀ ◌¨̮͚ *• ◌ ≈ ✰ ₊ೆ ̖́‧♡ ೃ ♡ ❁ཻུ۪۪⸙͎ ੈ˚✩ ｡ﾟ☆° ｡→ ༄ ‧₊˚ 「 」 ⇢ ๑ ◞♡° ⸙͎ ˀˀ ♡⃕ ◡̈ ꒰ ✗ ⌜ ⌝ ⌞ ⌟ ↳ ↲ ۪۫❁ཻུ۪۪ ⎧ ୧ ⋅ ..⃗. ┊ೃ ╰► ꒱ ➛૪' ↴ ❱ ✿•˖* ℘❁『』➳ ❃ ✞ ❦ ❝ ❞ ˗ ˏˋ ˎˊ -┊承 ↬ •° ✿ .•° ❀ ♡— ¦↻↺༼ ༽✦✧★❆❈➤➣➢❏ ☪ ೃ °➫┇┋💫 ⸙ ✃ ❍ ✎✐彡.。 .:*・↳↰↱↲ ៚

༄◦✦◦✰︎✯✵，________ ⌇❐⚘༉‧₊˚ ✧┃│█▓▒░░▒▓█▕ ◕ ➟ • ⊹ ✧ ─ ❜❛ ⇜ ⇝ ↭ ๛ ✯ ❖ → ← 💦❝ ❞ ☓ ✓〘 〙✾ ✑ 🏷 ↶ ↷ ⎌ ❲ ❳ ⌦ ⌫ ❁ཻུ۪۪⸙͎ Ｏｈ, ｈｉ！₊˚.༄ ࿐*:･ﾟ ↯✰❜ೃ∗᯽ꕤ「」⇲⇱↵⚀⚁⚂⚃⚄⚅·➧︴﹝﹞ （ ）〔 〕 ₀ ₁ ₂ ₃ ₄ ₅ ₆ ₇ ₈ ₉ ﹀♢ ꒰ ꒱ ˑ 𖥸 ミ ❪ ❫ ➘ 。➯✧️✧️ ♯ இ ╱ ╲ ﹋ ㅤ :･ﾟ ﾉ ː͡➘₊̣̇ ✧* ੈ © ꕀ 𖠳 ⌲ ⌂ ⁝ ༘ ⃗ ◌ ⊰ ⊱ ❒ ❑ ≡ - ̗̀ ̖́- ◠ ﹙ ೖ୭ ˒ ⁺ ೃ࿔ ˚ ༘✧ ⴰ༢ ୧ ◌₊˚⋆ ┌ ┐└ ┘﹫ ✆ ➚ ➙ ◊ ⁰ ¹²³⁴ ⁵ ⁶ ⁷ ⁸ ⁹ ～ ੈ ೀ ✰*ૢ✧ ཻུ۪۪⸙ ❬ ❍̥͙̊ ࿔ ˖۪⸙͎ ំஂ ︹ ⿻ ⬚ ヾ≈ ෞ ╰ ╯ ╭ ╮ ୭̥≈ ⁾ ꜜ ଽ ◜ ◝ ⇽ ⇾

❏ ¨̮ ༊ ꧁꧂ ‧⁺ ✎ᝰ ﹆•:◦

♡. °⊹ 𝘍𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘴 ¡!

𖠵 𝘀𝗶𝗺𝗯ᦅ𝗹ꮻ𝘀 ★̲ 🎀

☄︎ 𖦥 ⬫ ⬪ ◠ ᨒ ☃︎ 𖠳 ❅ 𖠌 ｡ 命 ꐑꐑ ま ❒ ꧇ ՚՚ ⭒ ⋆ ⾕ 𖣖 ⩇ ⩉ 𖣠 𖤣 ʚɞ ⌯ 𓂅 𓂃 𓏲 𓍯 ᯽ ﹫ ꈍᴗꈍ 𖣯 ݈݇- 𖥻 % ꏏ 〄 ゅִ 𓄼 𓍢 ▨ ▦ ▩ ◌ ◍ ◔ ◕ ❀ ✿ ❁ ✾ ❖ ☆ ★ □ ■ ✮ ✰ ？ ！ ⍝ ∗ ✦ ✧ ꜝꜝ 𖢨 ៸៸𝆬 ᕬ ⎙ ৎ୭ ‹𝟹 ‹𝟥 ♡ ♥︎ 𐇯 𓂺 𓂸 𓃭 𓄇 𓍲 𓍱 𓏊 𓏋 𖠚 𖠅 𖠊 𖠿 𖤥 𖤘 𖤐 𖦹 𝅘𝅥𝅮 𝅘𝅥𝅯 🀋 🀙 🂻 🂽 🃖 🃄 𐇔 𐇓 𐂂 𐂃 ﹪ ﹙﹚ ☹︎ ☺︎ ﹅ ﹆ ⊹ ☕︎ 𓄲 ฅ ࣪ ˖ 𓊔 𓈃 ⋆ › 𖠗 ִ⌗ ▹ ⚠︎ ★̲

ᕱ⠀⑅⠀𓂃⠀✦⠀𓄼⠀২⠀୨⠀⋆⠀𓂅⠀⬪⠀ꕤ⠀ՙ⠀╰╮⠀♡̶⠀৲⠀ৎ⠀⬪˙ 𓈒⠀⌕⠀⊹ ࿔⠀៸⠀﹆⠀﹟⠀𓏲⠀‹𝟹⠀+⠀𖧧⠀،⠀ꗃ⠀ഒ ᐢ..ᐢ⠀ᘒ⠀∞⠀𖦹⠀⌗⠀★⠀♥︎⠀⭒⠀ʚ⠀𓍢 ♡⠀﹫⠀ᖘ⠀﹠⠀੭⠀◪⠀❪❫⠀𓏲⠀❪❫⠀𑁯໋⠀！⋆ 𖣠 🜸 ᨎ ▦ 𖦹 ◐⠀≀⠀⁺⠀˒⠀७⠀٫⠀ᨒ⠀⸼જ⠀◞

𖠵 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝘁ꮻ𝘀 ★̲ 🎀

⊹ ۪ 𖥔 ˑ ִ ֗ ִ ۫ ˑ 𖥻 ִ ۫ ּ ﹗ ˖ ་ 💭 𖦆 ֺ ָ ֙⋆

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

• • • • • 🧂 ࣪ ▸ ִֶָ 𖥔 ࣪˖ . ֺ ָ ֙⋆ ་ ᳝ ◝ 𖥻 ̨𖥔 ִ ་ ، ˖ ࣪ ꜝꜞ ᳝ ࣪ ִֶָ 𖥔

• ◞ ¡ ࣪˖ ✶ ⊹ ᨘ໑. ♡ ⊹ ࣪𖣠 ִֶָ ›◞ 𖦹 ࣪˖ ◂ ׄ ִֶָ › ࣪˖ ⌕ ▸ 𖧧 ࣪ ࣪ ͎ ᵎ ˖࣪

• • • • • ༝⠀ ݁ ◂ ៹ ࣪˖⁩ ◞ ⋆ › ◟⊹ ˚˖ ˖ 𖥧 ִֶָ ˓ ✹ ִֶָ ࣪ ، ִֶָ✹˚. . ݁ ٬٬ ࣪ ،

• ୨ ࣪ ⊹ ֶָ ◞ ¡ ࣪˖ 𖡼 ָ࣪ ˖ ! 𑁍 ָ࣪ ˖ ˖ ࣪ ꒷ ⋆ Ꮺ ָ࣪ ۰ . ݁ ٬٬ ࣪ ، 𒀭 𖨂

• • • • • ˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅 𓂃 ࣪˖ 𖣠 ࣪˖ ⌕ ⋆ ࣪. . ` ⌕ ✫

ᜊ ᜃ ᜌ ᜑ 𖦹 𖧡 𖨯 𖦁 𖥸 𖥔 𖣠 𖤣 𑊂 𑊡 𑊑 𑊁 𑊢 ᘏ ᘏ ᕱ ᕱ 𖡼 ⭑ 𖤩 ◖ 𒀭 ! ᐢ..ᐢ⠀ᘒ⠀∞⠀⌗⠀★ ⠀♥︎⠀⭒⠀ʚ⠀𓍢 ≀⠀⁺⠀˒⠀७⠀٫⠀ᨒ⠀⸼⠀જ⠀◞ ♡ ■ ꫂ ২ ζ १ 𖥧 𓂃 ᨒ ୫ ૪ ໒ 𐂴 ৎ ຊ ∿ ꔵ ⸙ ຯ ໒ ೨ 𖧧 Ꮺ 𖧷 𓏲 𖥨 ๑ ໑ ࿔ ७ ५ ୭ ᠀ 𑁯 ੭ ⩩ ৎ 𖨂 𖥦 𓍢 ζִֶָ ꔛ ੭ 𓎆 ◞ 𐚱 ⩄ ⍝ ᠀ · ꗃ 𔓕 𓆠 ꔛ 𝄰 ⁛ ˳ 𓈈 ✧ 𖠇 ⋕ 𓆦 ✶ ⭓ ⭔ ﹫ 𖠣 𝅏 ٠ ꐑ ！ ⿻ 𓆤 › 𐀔 જ ، 𝄿 𝆞 𝅘 ⌗ ꒰ ꒱ ﹏ ⁝ ⊹ ୨ ഒ ﾉ ༝ ⑅ ʚ ɞ ⸝ ੭ ↷ ▦ ꑘ 𖥔 ᠉ ִֶָ⁠ ৶ ‹3 ៸៸ ≡ ઇ 𖧧 キ " 𓄹 ⊹ ⿻ ७ ᘏ⑅ᘏ 𖧧 ᨦ 𓂅 𓄹 ⍝ ﹆ ≀ ☹ ☻ 𔘓 𔖲 ⛱ 𔗫 𐂂 ᥝ ᯤ ᨦ ᯅ 𐑺 𑁍 𐦫 𖥸 𝆺𝅥 ⚝ ⚐ 𑜆 𐌆 ރ ぉ 〰 ᪡ 𓂃 ᨒ 𓍢 𝕬 ౾ ℼ ⍝ 𓂄 ᰓ 𖠁 𖤜 ⸙ ຯ ໒ ೨ 𖧧 Ꮺ 𖧷 𓏲 𖥨 ꫂ ২ ζ १ 𖥧 ♥︎ ୫ ૪ ໒ 𐂴 ৎ ຊ ∿ ꔵ ✦ ⟆ ֊ ꗃ ⌗ ❍ ﹕ཿ ♡ ■ 𓂃 ֶָ֢֪⠀⟠ 𓍼 𓂅 ⏃ ﹅ ❏ ⍝ ೨ ⎙ 𖥻‎ ִֶָ ᤴ ‹𝟹 ๑ ଡ଼ ꉂ 𖤐 ♡̷̸⁩ ִֶָ ٠ ᭡ ꕤ 𓈀 っ ⌗ 𓄹 ⦂ ᘏ 𔘓 𓈈 𓂃 𖠿 ཿ ࿀ ᎔ ᎓ ᜴ ᜵ ᝪ ៚ ៳ ᠀ ᠉ ᤳ ᨓ ᭝ ᱺ ᳃ ◯ ◦ ◡ ◠ ⋆ ۬۟۬ ⑅ ꠴ ੭ જ ꞈ ⸝ ˴ › ≡ ࿔ ／ ଓ ઇ ઉ ᧙ ᥐ ៸ ૪ ೨ ␥ ■ ♧ ◇ ◈ ﹫ ꧔ ੭ જ ꞈ ⸝ ≡ ࿔ ଓ ઇ ઉ ᧙ ᥐ ៸ ໒ ː ՞ ᵎ ࿂ ﹆ ᰍ ִ𖧧 𖤠 𓄹 𓈀 𖦥 ﹅ ⸯⸯ ンㅤꞋꞌꞋꞌ ⛸ㅤィ % 𓂃 ㇁ ◒ ！ ンㅤ╮ ⟆ ﹏ ！ 𝅓 𓂃𓈒 ﹑ ζ ㅤ﹏ ⨾ㅤ 𓈈ㅤ❨ ᨓ ⎓ ° ？ 𓈒ㅤ▱ 𓂅 𓂃 ⨾ ᘒ ◟ ζ 𓍢 ◖ ᨓ ♡ ■ ꫂ ২ ζ १ 𖥧 𓂃 ♥︎ ᨒ ୫ ૪ ໒ 𐂴 ৎ ຊ ∿ ꔵ ⸙ ຯ ໒ ೨ 𖧧 Ꮺ 𖧷 𓏲 𖥨 𖦹 ๑ ໑ ࿔ ७ ५ ୭ ᠀ 𑁯 ੭ ⩩ 𖦹 ৎ 𖨂 𖥦 𓍢 ζִֶָ ꔛ ੭ 𓎆 ◞ 𐚱 ⩄ ⍝ ᠀ · ꗃ 𖦹 �� 𖧧 𓂃 𝕝 𓄹 𓄼 ҂ ⬫ ܀ ⃝ ᘏ ︰ ⚠ ꤥ 𓇬 𓃉 𓇸 𓆇 ⸃ ⸰ ⬞ 𐑥 ᠈ ✉ ᨒ ﹆ ⬝ 𑁤 𔘓 𔓘 ᜊ ᪤ ꒷ ⌨ ⬪ ↀ ⬩ ⬧ ⬥ ⊹ 〨 ⩌ ⩍ ⩋ 𓊌 𓇿 𓊔 𓈈 ㆐ Ⳋ ︳ ⴰ 𔒴 ↻ 𝅅 ﹐ ㄔ ഒ ＊ ⛓ 𓎆 ⩩ ⵌ ᳦ 㚼 ┈ ⵌ ⌯ ⨳ ⚬ 𔔀 ⬦ 𓈀 𓋰 𓏔 𓈃 ﹘ ﹏ ᳅ ⼓ 𖧋 𔗘 𔔤 𖧷 ⧎ ⧘ 𑃰 𖧡 𔗂 𔔢 𓊕 𓈓 𓇾 ᝆ 𔓕 𓍼 𓂄 𐄹 㔾 ᘐ 𐂲 𓄰 𔒱 𔖳 𐂴 𔘗 𔔁 𓏹 𓈟 𓈁 𓄲 𓄳 𓄴 𓄵 𓄶 𓄷 𓄸

⛸️ �� ˑ 𖥻 ִ ۫ 𖠗 ⋆ ▭▬ ▸ ִֶָ 𖦹 𓄹𓈒 𖥔 ⊹ ˑ ִ 𓂄 𐩗 ⩇⩇' 🕷❗𖠵 ▞▚▞▚▞▚ 𝐓. ﹪ ᱺ 〄 ᠀ 𔔢 🝙 ᕱᕱ 𖥦 ໑ ⵢ ꒦꒷ ꕤ 𓈃 ⫘⫘⫘ 𔘓 ✹ ♡︎ 𓁹 ☠︎ 𑁍 𓆉︎ 𖣯 𓆩 𓆪 ﹫ ‣ ン ⸃ ⟠ ᥫ ᥐ 𒀭 𖣗 𖧧 マ ︩︪ ⩄ ❀̸ ੭ ꖹ· ˚ˎˊ˗ ꊞ ✁ 𖠵 ꗃꠂꠥ ❍ ∅ 𝄄︕ 𐦙 𐦕 𐦋 𐩗 𐪞 𐪚 ় ४ ֎ 𔓐 – 𖡩 𓐆 𖨳 ✫ ✯ ✭ ⛌ ⛉ ⚝ ⚐ ⚃ ♺ ⌇ ⌖ 𓄧 𓋲 𖠌 𖤘 𖤺 🀰 ○ ● . . Ⱉ ॱଳ͘ ıllıllı മ ⩎ ✶ ᘒ ͽ ⚲ 𓆩 𓈊 ،، ˶ ▹ 𐐫 ፀ ✦ 𑁤 ᐛ ✶ ᨷ ⚇ ͽ ᐢᐢ ⺲ 𐄬 ଘ 𖡩 𖠗 𔖏 ✠ ⩨ 𖥠 ❈ ✧ ౾ ᨎ ໒ ଡ଼ 𓆩 𐑺 𝟑 𖥨 ≛ ⬔

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(ᵔ๑ᵕ̳ ᴥ ᵕ̳๑) ₍ᵔᵕ̳ᴥᵕ̳ᵔ₎っ♡ ゞ₍ᵔ๑・ᴥ・ᵔ₎

ヾ(˛˛˛・︿・˛˛˛)ﾉﾞ ｡◍ ʕ=・ᴥ・=ʔ ٩(๑•́ ₃ •̀๑)ﾉﾞ

(๑•ᴗ•๑) ♡ ꒰˘ᵌ˘꒱♡ ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡) ʕ๑•́ᴥ•̀๑ʔ

ʕ； •`ᴥ•´ʔ є(•⌔•)э ˏ₍•ɞ•₎ˎ (ಥ‿ಥ)ﾉﾞ

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* (͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

♡. °⊹ 𝘌𝘮𝘰𝘫𝘪𝘴 ¡!

🌷 🍄 🐣 🖇 ☁️ 🧺 🥨 🍪 🧸 🧚‍♀️ 🌿 🍓

🧶 ⚘ 🎨 🐚 🍃 🌾 🌼 🍒 🍚 🍡 🍨 🧁

🍶 ✨ 🌈 🌫 ✉ 🧷 🐾 🐦 🐥 🕊 🐳 🐋

🦋 🐞 🐝 💐 🌱 🍎 🥑 🥐 🍥 🍦 🥡 🍩

🍫 🥛 🥤 📎 🖇 ⛓ 💕 💫 🐰 🐇 🌺 🍊

🍋 🍣 🍰 🐻 🐢 🥀 🌸 🍑 🥝 🥥 🍙 🍜

🍯 🍬 🎠 🎢 🎡 🌁 📺 🎬 📒 🖌 📝 🗒

⚖ 🏹 💭 💌 🍐 🍉 🍞 🥞 🍟 🧀 🍭 🎪

♡. °⊹ 𝘚𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴 ¡!

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♡. °⊹ 𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘴 ¡!

㸑 㼖 䃻 䉷 䕾 䚕 䚕 䙰 䝄 䝄 壪 廳 廳 廳 廳 戅 壪 廳 戅 戆 攮 斸 曯 欖 靍 靎 顳 顴 飌 飍 飝 馫 驤 驥 驦 驧 麷 繼 繩 ⻯ ⻲ ⻱ ⻩ ⻨ ⻪ ⻲⻡⻘⿕⿆ ㌫

♡. °⊹ 𝘍𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘴 ¡!

↛ ↝ ↠ ⇝ ↣ ↦ ↬ ⇀ ⇁ ⇉ ⇏ ⇛ ⇢ ⇥ ⇨ ⇰ ⇴ ⇶ ⇸ ⇻ ⇾ ➔ ➙➛ ➜ ➝ ➞ ➟ ➡ ➢ ➣ ➤ ➥ ➦ ➨ ➩ ➪ ➫ ➬ ➭ ➮ ➯ ➱ ➲ ➵➺ ➻ ➼ ➽ ➾ ⇴ ➠↚ ↜ ↞ ↢ ↤ ↫ ↼ ↽ ⇇ ⇍ ⇜ ⇠ ⇤ ⇷ ⇽ ⇚ ⇦ ⇺↭ ↮ ↹ ⇄ ⇆ ⇋ ⇌ ⇎ ⇔ ⇹ ⇼ ⇿↟ ↥ ↾ ↿ ⇈ ⇑ ⇞ ⇡ ⇪ ⇧⇫ ⇬ ⇭ ⇮ ⇯↡ ↧ ↯ ⇂ ⇃ ⇓ ⇟ ⇣ ⇩ ⇊↨ ⇅ ⇕ ⇳ ⇵↰ ↱ ↲ ↳ ↴ ↶ ↷ ↸ ↺ ↻ ⇖ ⇗⇘ ⇙ ➚➴➶⇶⇷⇸⇹⇺⇻⇼⇽⇾⇿⤴︎⤵︎⤶⤷⤹ꜜ⌁⌃⌄⎋˿➔➘➙➚➛➜➝➞➟➠➢➣➤➥➦➧➨➩➪

➫➬➭➮➯➱➲➳➴➵➶➷➸➹➺➻➼➽➾

✁ ✂︎ ✃ ✄ ✌︎ ✍︎ ✎ ✏︎ ✑ ✒︎✔︎ ✕ ✖︎ ✗ ✘ ❍ ❏ ❐ ❑ ❒

♡. °⊹ 𝘚𝘪𝘮𝘣𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘴 ¡!

̽֯̽ ̽֯ 𖤐 ⩩✦˖˚❁⌗﹟ ⌇ ༱ ༢ ⸒ ❟ ͎ᨛ᤹ 〞◖ ꩟ ᠀ ིི ⸼ ۰ ۪۪۫۫ ‧ ₊ ༝ ･ ˖ ˚ 。 . ⋆ ࣧࣧ ۬۟۬ 个 ͜͡ ⑅ ꠴ ੭ ᤴ ៸ ꞈ ◯ ʬ ꞈ ⸝ ˴ ،، ࿈ ะ ⸾ ꒲ ൃ ் ༘ ྀ ፧ • ⁺⃛ * ̥ ⁺ ݃ * ₊ ･ ﾟ ◠ ୫ ୣ ૢ ཻུ۪۪͎ ⸼ ೃ ⊹ ൣ ૢ་༘ ۪۪̥° ۣۜ ᬽ ᪥ ᬁ ⸼ ۰ ۪۪۫۫ ·₊̣̇ . ⊱ ⊰ ∝ ೄ ※ ⿻ ۬ ⪧ ໒ ː ͡ ︵ ՞ 〃 ᩙᩙ ᵎ ⏝ ꦿ ۫։ຼ ೃ ෞ 。ꞈ ▿ ▾ ⌀ ଽ 𖡻 ⌔ 𖧐 ㅤ֮ ​ ະ̽ Ꮠ ͟͟͞͞ ◠ ◡ ˙˙˙ ຳ ﹻ ៹ ꪵ ፝֟֯ ∴ ∵ ∶ ∷ ፠ ፡ ෴⁑ ⁗ ⁞ ⵿ ｷ ⃛ ⃙ꪳ ཷ ١ ꦽ ㅋ ᨳ᭬ ˓ ༿ ⸒ ᷍ ࿎ ̫ ◦۪۪̥ 𖡋 ̽ ᭝ ᮫ ᪶᪶ ️️꒦ ꒷ ꒦ ꒷ ˗ˏˋ 🌱 ˎˊ˗ ⃢ ꪶ ࿓ જ ᦔ ܓ ᐜ᜴ ʚĭɞ ﻬ꜆ ༉ ⿴ ≡ ࿔ ༅ ／ ଓ ઇ ઉ ᧙ ᥐ ༣ ᶻᶻᶻ ⋗ ⌒ ˀ ʕ 𖧧 ༄ ୭̥ ೫ ๑ ︵ இ 𖥸 𖧷 𖠱 ꩜ ♡ ┊ ✎⟆ v ⚘ ₰ ࿂ ﹆ ﹅ ∅ 𖤍 ۝ ༊ ⌬ ꨄ ೨ ᵕ̈ 𖣦 ✎ ✐ ஜ ಌ ִֶָ ⅋ ⎓ ૪ ⌑ ␥ ᯾ ■ ♧ ಇ බ 组 ⁂ = ⏧ ᯼ ༻ ༺ 〻 〼 〾 ⅌ ⌯ ␦ ​ㅤ࿆ ᝰ ん ๛ ◇ ❣ ⸙ ◈ ෆ ◿ ◸ ⏂ ✑ ✁ ✃ ✄ 彡 ꠵ ﹫ ᦰ ։ຼ ꧔ ꞋꞌꞋꞌ ͝ ᝐ 㶌 ⏠ ۞ ⎋✩ ✼ ｡ﾟ･ ☆ ° ｡ㅤ→ ༄ ‧₊˚ 「 」 ⇢ ๑ ◞♡° ⸙͎ ˀˀ ♡⃕ ◡̈ ꒰ ⌦ ✗ ⌜ ⌝ ⌞ ⌟ ↳ ❝ ❞ ➤ ↲ ۪۫❁ཻུ۪۪ ⎧ ୧ ⋅ ..⃗. ┊ೃ ╰► ꒱ ➛ ↴ ❱ ✿•˖* ℘ ﹋﹋ ❛ ╯ ❲ ❳ ∞ ‹ ∅ ┊ ➹ ੈ♡‧₊˚ ↱ ᵕ̈ ↷ ೃ ╲ ╱ 彡 ✥ ❥ Ꮠ ➜ ᎒ ☈ ❁ ⸙͎۪۫ ⊰ 「❀」 . .⃗ ༉‧₊˚✧ . ˚ ⚘ ˏ`୭̥*ೃ *ૢ✧ ཻུ۪۪⸙͎ ೫` ⃟ ཹ։❀ ፧ ੈ✩‧₊ ૪'ރ፧ ࿐ °↳ ׂׂૢ༘ ۵`⌧ ≡ ⸙ ↺彡*ૢ✧;; ↳♡↣❁۪۪ ❥ ➼ ▪ ﹀ೃ* ᬄ ღ ༾ ꙰ ≈ - ̗̀ ゞ •| ⊱✿⊰ |• ╰─►⸙͎ — ≡↳ ׂׂૢ༘ ۵`⌧.⛇♯݊ - ̗̀ ː͡₊ˀ 〜 📁ᥴˀ⸼᮫͓ͯ̽❳； . ⸙. ͎۪۫ Oº°‘¨ ፝֯֟ ت →× — ⁶ ︸ 〞 ꜜ ͎ ╰ ╯ ╱╳╲ ⸗꒰☁️꒱♡ =͟͟͞͞: 〣 ꞋꞌꞋꞌ ҂ ˘˘˘ ⸝⸝ ￤ ꜥꜤ ﹆ ꜛ ꜜ ⸃⸃ ⸼ ꞈ ⸗ ⭏ ▾ ꭛ ˖ ︴ ↻ ⇁ ﹏ ゛ ⇢ ﾞ ⁾⁾ ⭞ ଽ ୭̥ ➶ ↻ ✘ ┈ ₊̇°˟̫ː ៸៸ ｡ ٬٬ ␣ ❪ ￣ ҩ ✕ ͝ ۫ ۪۪۪۫ ” ᵎ 〇 ,, ㅤᅌ ❫ ٠ِ٘ٓ ℮ ▪ ❬ ❭ ❨ ❩ ⸂ ᵎ , ⃕ ➘ α ❴ ⟨ ⟩ ︵─┊-˚̩̥̩̥)❫❪(،ﷻෆ∞ೃ❅≡〈〔＜ㄑ(ㄥ=三=＝《 ￣￣￣（丶／＼.˙˙．〝！？冫人｜!i＾iゝ〔〔〕〉 ⵢ◞⃕ ◡̈ ꒰ ⌜ ⌝ ⌞ ⌟ ཻུ۪۪۪۫ ⎧ ..⃗. ꒱ Ꮠ ⊰ .⃗ ༉‧ ⃟ ﹫ ˚◦⸵ ˬ̽. ̽ ⸽⋆≿⁞ꜜ₊̣﹏﹃﹄「」₊｡ﾟ➶︾ 〃 ･﹢ ̼ ⌁⌔⌕ ⌮┊┈┄┆︱︳ ﹋﹉ ﹊﹍﹎‿︵ 〄␣₎⁾₍⁽“˘︵︶⌫⌦ ␍ ␎ ℭ ℮℻⊹ ◜ ◝ ◞ ◟ ◠ ◡ ˙˙˙ ̼ ͝ ︴〻〼 〾 ⅌ ⌸ ⌲ ⌯ ⌮ ␥ .␦ ⎴ ⎗ ⎕ ⎓ ⌑ ␥ ╯ ❲ ❳ ∞ ‹ ∅ ┊ ➹ ੈ‧₊˚ ↱ ᵕ̈ ↷ ೃ ╲ ╱ Ꮠ ➜ ᎒ ☈ ❁ ⸙͎۪۫ ⊰.⃗ ₊˚✧ ୭̥*✧ ཻུ۪۪` ⃟ ❀ ፧ ੈ✩ރ፧ °↳ ׂׂ ⌧ × ✖ ⚘݄⿴݃*₊˚ ෆ ♻,.⸼۰ ۪۪۫۫ ❬“= ” ヾ،، ·₊̣̇. ❵ෞ ˚‧⁺.* ೃೀ ◌¨̮͚ *• ◌ ≈ ✰ ₊ೆ ̖́‧♡ ೃ ♡ ❁ཻུ۪۪⸙͎ ੈ˚✩ ｡ﾟ☆° ｡→ ༄ ‧₊˚ 「 」 ⇢ ๑ ◞♡° ⸙͎ ˀˀ ♡⃕ ◡̈ ꒰ ✗ ⌜ ⌝ ⌞ ⌟ ↳ ↲ ۪۫❁ཻུ۪۪ ⎧ ୧ ⋅ ..⃗. ┊ೃ ╰► ꒱ ➛૪' ↴ ❱ ✿•˖* ℘❁『』➳ ❃ ✞ ❦ ❝ ❞ ˗ ˏˋ ˎˊ -┊承 ↬ •° ✿ .•° ❀ ♡— ¦↻↺༼ ༽✦✧★❆❈➤➣➢❏ ☪ ೃ °➫┇┋💫 ⸙ ✃ ❍ ✎✐彡.。 .:*・↳↰↱↲ ៚

༄◦✦◦✰︎✯✵，________ ⌇❐⚘༉‧₊˚ ✧┃│█▓▒░░▒▓█▕ ◕ ➟ • ⊹ ✧ ─ ❜❛ ⇜ ⇝ ↭ ๛ ✯ ❖ → ← 💦❝ ❞ ☓ ✓〘 〙✾ ✑ 🏷 ↶ ↷ ⎌ ❲ ❳ ⌦ ⌫ ❁ཻུ۪۪⸙͎ Ｏｈ, ｈｉ！₊˚.༄ ࿐*:･ﾟ ↯✰❜ೃ∗᯽ꕤ「」⇲⇱↵⚀⚁⚂⚃⚄⚅·➧︴﹝﹞ （ ）〔 〕 ₀ ₁ ₂ ₃ ₄ ₅ ₆ ₇ ₈ ₉ ﹀♢ ꒰ ꒱ ˑ 𖥸 ミ ❪ ❫ ➘ 。➯✧️✧️ ♯ இ ╱ ╲ ﹋ ㅤ :･ﾟ ﾉ ː͡➘₊̣̇ ✧* ੈ © ꕀ 𖠳 ⌲ ⌂ ⁝ ༘ ⃗ ◌ ⊰ ⊱ ❒ ❑ ≡ - ̗̀ ̖́- ◠ ﹙ ೖ୭ ˒ ⁺ ೃ࿔ ˚ ༘✧ ⴰ༢ ୧ ◌₊˚⋆ ┌ ┐└ ┘﹫ ✆ ➚ ➙ ◊ ⁰ ¹²³⁴ ⁵ ⁶ ⁷ ⁸ ⁹ ～ ੈ ೀ ✰*ૢ✧ ཻུ۪۪⸙ ❬ ❍̥͙̊ ࿔ ˖۪⸙͎ ំஂ ︹ ⿻ ⬚ ヾ≈ ෞ ╰ ╯ ╭ ╮ ୭̥≈ ⁾ ꜜ ଽ ◜ ◝ ⇽ ⇾

❏ ¨̮ ༊ ꧁꧂ ‧⁺ ✎ᝰ ﹆•:◦

♡. °⊹ 𝘍𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘴 ¡!

𖠵 𝘀𝗶𝗺𝗯ᦅ𝗹ꮻ𝘀 ★̲ 🎀

☄︎ 𖦥 ⬫ ⬪ ◠ ᨒ ☃︎ 𖠳 ❅ 𖠌 ｡ 命 ꐑꐑ ま ❒ ꧇ ՚՚ ⭒ �� ⾕ 𖣖 ⩇ ⩉ 𖣠 𖤣 ʚɞ ⌯ 𓂅 𓂃 𓏲 𓍯 ᯽ ﹫ ꈍᴗꈍ 𖣯 ݈݇- 𖥻 % ꏏ 〄 ゅִ 𓄼 𓍢 ▨ ▦ ▩ ◌ ◍ ◔ ◕ ❀ ✿ ❁ ✾ ❖ ☆ ★ □ ■ ✮ ✰ ？ ！ ⍝ ∗ ✦ ✧ ꜝꜝ 𖢨 ៸៸𝆬 ᕬ ⎙ ৎ୭ ‹𝟹 ‹𝟥 ♡ ♥︎ 𐇯 𓂺 𓂸 𓃭 𓄇 𓍲 𓍱 𓏊 𓏋 𖠚 𖠅 𖠊 𖠿 𖤥 𖤘 𖤐 𖦹 𝅘𝅥𝅮 𝅘𝅥𝅯 🀋 🀙 🂻 🂽 🃖 🃄 𐇔 𐇓 𐂂 𐂃 ﹪ ﹙﹚ ☹︎ ☺︎ ﹅ ﹆ ⊹ ☕︎ 𓄲 ฅ ࣪ ˖ 𓊔 𓈃 ⋆ › 𖠗 ִ⌗ ▹ ⚠︎ ★̲

ᕱ⠀⑅⠀𓂃⠀✦⠀𓄼⠀২⠀୨⠀⋆⠀𓂅⠀⬪⠀ꕤ⠀ՙ⠀╰╮⠀♡̶⠀৲⠀ৎ⠀⬪˙ 𓈒⠀⌕⠀⊹ ࿔⠀៸⠀﹆⠀﹟⠀𓏲⠀‹𝟹⠀+⠀𖧧⠀،⠀ꗃ⠀ഒ ᐢ..ᐢ⠀ᘒ⠀∞⠀𖦹⠀⌗⠀★⠀♥︎⠀⭒⠀ʚ⠀𓍢 ♡⠀﹫⠀ᖘ⠀﹠⠀੭⠀◪⠀❪❫⠀𓏲⠀❪❫⠀𑁯໋⠀！⋆ 𖣠 🜸 ᨎ ▦ 𖦹 ◐⠀≀⠀⁺⠀˒⠀७⠀٫⠀ᨒ⠀⸼જ⠀◞

𖠵 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝘁ꮻ𝘀 ★̲ 🎀

⊹ ۪ 𖥔 ˑ ִ ֗ ִ ۫ ˑ 𖥻 ִ ۫ ּ ﹗ ˖ ་ 💭 𖦆 ֺ ָ ֙⋆

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

• • • • • 🧂 ࣪ ▸ ִֶָ 𖥔 ࣪˖ . ֺ ָ ֙⋆ ་ ᳝ ◝ 𖥻 ̨𖥔 ִ ་ ، ˖ ࣪ ꜝꜞ ᳝ ࣪ ִֶָ 𖥔

• ◞ ¡ ࣪˖ ✶ ⊹ ᨘ໑. ♡ ⊹ ࣪𖣠 ִֶָ ›◞ 𖦹 ࣪˖ ◂ ׄ ִֶָ › ࣪˖ ⌕ ▸ 𖧧 ࣪ ࣪ ͎ ᵎ ˖࣪

• • • • • ༝⠀ ݁ ◂ ៹ ࣪˖⁩ ◞ ⋆ › ◟⊹ ˚˖ ˖ 𖥧 ִֶָ ˓ ✹ ִֶָ ࣪ ، ִֶָ✹˚. . ݁ ٬٬ ࣪ ،

• ୨ ࣪ ⊹ ֶָ ◞ ¡ ࣪˖ 𖡼 ָ࣪ ˖ ! 𑁍 ָ࣪ ˖ ˖ ࣪ ꒷ ⋆ Ꮺ ָ࣪ ۰ . ݁ ٬٬ ࣪ ، 𒀭 𖨂

• • • • • ˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅 𓂃 ࣪˖ 𖣠 ࣪˖ ⌕ ⋆ ࣪. . ` ⌕ ✫

ᜊ ᜃ ᜌ ᜑ 𖦹 𖧡 𖨯 𖦁 𖥸 𖥔 𖣠 𖤣 𑊂 𑊡 𑊑 𑊁 𑊢 ᘏ ᘏ ᕱ ᕱ 𖡼 ⭑ 𖤩 ◖ 𒀭 ! ᐢ..ᐢ⠀ᘒ⠀∞⠀⌗⠀★ ⠀♥︎⠀⭒⠀ʚ⠀𓍢 ≀⠀⁺⠀˒⠀७⠀٫⠀ᨒ⠀⸼⠀જ⠀◞ ♡ ■ ꫂ ২ ζ १ 𖥧 𓂃 ᨒ ୫ ૪ ໒ 𐂴 ৎ ຊ ∿ ꔵ ⸙ ຯ ໒ ೨ 𖧧 Ꮺ 𖧷 𓏲 𖥨 ๑ ໑ ࿔ ७ ५ ୭ ᠀ 𑁯 ੭ ⩩ ৎ 𖨂 𖥦 𓍢 ζִֶָ ꔛ ੭ 𓎆 ◞ 𐚱 ⩄ ⍝ ᠀ · ꗃ 𔓕 𓆠 ꔛ 𝄰 ⁛ ˳ 𓈈 ✧ 𖠇 ⋕ 𓆦 ✶ ⭓ ⭔ ﹫ 𖠣 𝅏 ٠ ꐑ ！ ⿻ 𓆤 › 𐀔 જ ، 𝄿 𝆞 𝅘 ⌗ ꒰ ꒱ ﹏ ⁝ ⊹ ୨ ഒ ﾉ ༝ ⑅ ʚ ɞ ⸝ ੭ ↷ ▦ ꑘ 𖥔 ᠉ ִֶָ⁠ ৶ ‹3 ៸៸ ≡ ઇ 𖧧 キ " 𓄹 ⊹ ⿻ ७ ᘏ⑅ᘏ 𖧧 ᨦ 𓂅 𓄹 ⍝ ﹆ ≀ ☹ ☻ 𔘓 𔖲 ⛱ 𔗫 𐂂 ᥝ ᯤ ᨦ ᯅ 𐑺 𑁍 𐦫 𖥸 𝆺𝅥 ⚝ ⚐ 𑜆 𐌆 ރ ぉ 〰 ᪡ 𓂃 ᨒ 𓍢 𝕬 ౾ ℼ ⍝ 𓂄 ᰓ 𖠁 𖤜 ⸙ ຯ ໒ ೨ 𖧧 Ꮺ 𖧷 𓏲 𖥨 ꫂ ২ ζ १ 𖥧 ♥︎ ୫ ૪ ໒ 𐂴 ৎ ຊ ∿ ꔵ ✦ ⟆ ֊ ꗃ ⌗ ❍ ﹕ཿ ♡ ■ 𓂃 ֶָ֢֪⠀⟠ 𓍼 𓂅 ⏃ ﹅ ❏ ⍝ ೨ ⎙ 𖥻‎ ִֶָ ᤴ ‹𝟹 ๑ ଡ଼ ꉂ 𖤐 ♡̷̸⁩ ִֶָ ٠ ᭡ ꕤ 𓈀 っ ⌗ 𓄹 ⦂ ᘏ 𔘓 𓈈 𓂃 𖠿 ཿ ࿀ ᎔ ᎓ ᜴ ᜵ ᝪ ៚ ៳ ᠀ ᠉ ᤳ ᨓ ᭝ ᱺ ᳃ ◯ ◦ ◡ ◠ ⋆ ۬۟۬ ⑅ ꠴ ੭ જ ꞈ ⸝ ˴ › ≡ ࿔ ／ ଓ ઇ ઉ ᧙ ᥐ ៸ ૪ ೨ ␥ ■ ♧ ◇ ◈ ﹫ ꧔ ੭ જ ꞈ ⸝ ≡ ࿔ ଓ ઇ ઉ ᧙ ᥐ ៸ ໒ ː ՞ ᵎ ࿂ ﹆ ᰍ ִ𖧧 𖤠 𓄹 𓈀 𖦥 ﹅ ⸯⸯ ンㅤꞋꞌꞋꞌ ⛸ㅤィ % 𓂃 ㇁ ◒ ！ ンㅤ╮ ⟆ ﹏ ！ 𝅓 𓂃𓈒 ﹑ ζ ㅤ﹏ ⨾ㅤ 𓈈ㅤ❨ ᨓ ⎓ ° ？ 𓈒ㅤ▱ 𓂅 𓂃 ⨾ ᘒ ◟ ζ 𓍢 ◖ ᨓ ♡ ■ ꫂ ২ ζ १ 𖥧 𓂃 ♥︎ ᨒ ୫ ૪ ໒ 𐂴 ৎ ຊ ∿ ꔵ ⸙ ຯ ໒ ೨ 𖧧 Ꮺ 𖧷 𓏲 𖥨 𖦹 ๑ ໑ ࿔ ७ ५ ୭ ᠀ 𑁯 ੭ ⩩ 𖦹 ৎ 𖨂 𖥦 𓍢 ζִֶָ ꔛ ੭ 𓎆 ◞ 𐚱 ⩄ ⍝ ᠀ · ꗃ 𖦹 𓈒 𖧧 𓂃 𝕝 𓄹 𓄼 ҂ ⬫ ܀ ⃝ ᘏ ︰ ⚠ ꤥ 𓇬 𓃉 𓇸 𓆇 ⸃ ⸰ ⬞ 𐑥 ᠈ ✉ ᨒ ﹆ ⬝ 𑁤 𔘓 𔓘 ᜊ ᪤ ꒷ ⌨ ⬪ ↀ ⬩ ⬧ ⬥ ⊹ 〨 ⩌ ⩍ ⩋ 𓊌 𓇿 𓊔 𓈈 ㆐ Ⳋ ︳ ⴰ 𔒴 ↻ 𝅅 ﹐ ㄔ ഒ ＊ ⛓ 𓎆 ⩩ ⵌ ᳦ 㚼 ┈ ⵌ ⌯ ⨳ ⚬ 𔔀 ⬦ 𓈀 𓋰 𓏔 𓈃 ﹘ ﹏ ᳅ ⼓ 𖧋 𔗘 𔔤 𖧷 ⧎ ⧘ 𑃰 𖧡 𔗂 𔔢 𓊕 𓈓 𓇾 ᝆ 𔓕 𓍼 𓂄 𐄹 㔾 ᘐ 𐂲 𓄰 𔒱 𔖳 𐂴 𔘗 𔔁 𓏹 𓈟 𓈁 𓄲 𓄳 𓄴 𓄵 𓄶 𓄷 𓄸

⛸️ ぃ ˑ 𖥻 ִ ۫ 𖠗 ⋆ ▭▬ ▸ ִֶָ 𖦹 𓄹𓈒 𖥔 ⊹ ˑ ִ 𓂄 𐩗 ⩇⩇' 🕷❗𖠵 ▞▚▞▚▞▚ 𝐓. ﹪ ᱺ 〄 ᠀ 𔔢 🝙 ᕱᕱ 𖥦 ໑ ⵢ ꒦꒷ ꕤ 𓈃 ⫘⫘⫘ 𔘓 ✹ ♡︎ 𓁹 ☠︎ 𑁍 𓆉︎ 𖣯 𓆩 𓆪 ﹫ ‣ ン ⸃ ⟠ ᥫ ᥐ 𒀭 𖣗 𖧧 マ ︩︪ ⩄ ❀̸ ੭ ꖹ· ˚ˎˊ˗ ꊞ ✁ 𖠵 ꗃꠂꠥ ❍ ∅ 𝄄︕ 𐦙 𐦕 𐦋 𐩗 𐪞 𐪚 ় ४ ֎ 𔓐 – 𖡩 𓐆 𖨳 ✫ ✯ ✭ ⛌ ⛉ ⚝ ⚐ ⚃ ♺ ⌇ ⌖ 𓄧 𓋲 𖠌 𖤘 𖤺 🀰 ○ ● . . Ⱉ ॱଳ͘ ıllıllı മ ⩎ ✶ ᘒ ͽ ⚲ 𓆩 𓈊 ،، ˶ ▹ 𐐫 ፀ ✦ 𑁤 ᐛ ✶ ᨷ ⚇ ͽ ᐢᐢ ⺲ 𐄬 ଘ 𖡩 𖠗 𔖏 ✠ ⩨ 𖥠 ❈ ✧ ౾ ᨎ ໒ ଡ଼ 𓆩 𐑺 𝟑 𖥨 ≛ ⬔

║▌│█║▌│ █║▌│█│║▌║

๋࣭ ⭑ ⸱៰ ͘ ࣭⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ 𓂃 ࣪៙͘⸳⭑ࣶࣸ ֺ✦⸼࣪⸳

ᅟ⁤⁤ ᅟ ᅟ⁤⁤ ᅟ ʚ ɞ

ଘ ۬₊ ♡

[nubcita]

Símbolos 🌷

🦌💌₊˚✧⋆ 🎪

🧸💭·˚ ༘♡ 🍫·˚ˎˊ˗

🧁·˚ ༘♡ ₊˚📝🎅🏻·˚ˎˊ˗

🍄🐩🍓✧ ࿐ ˚.

ミ🌷♡📄.°୭̥ ⠀

✧₊˚. 🍓🗒 / 🐰☁️*⋆ฺ࿐

🗒彡🐕🌷🌨

. ✦ · .

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀˚ ⊹ ˚

⠀⠀ ⊹

📮 ♡ 🐰 ✩ೃ°

🏹🌷♡⋅₊˚.// 🍓🐇‧₊˚✧

彡🍯🌧🐻₊˚.༄

ᯤ🕺🏻(♡) *:･ﾟ

˚ ༘ 🏃🏻⛱ ヅ

=͟͟͞͞♡🤾🏻‍♀️˚ ༘🥕n =͟͟͞͞♡🤾🏻‍♀️˚ ༘

🏂˗ˏˋ✿´ˎ˗🪂

✿🦒‧⁺◟(🌐)

˚🥦+🧀*･῾ ᵎ

⋆⁺₊⋆👨🏻‍🌾ヾ🐄

꒰ 🛹+🤸🏻 ꒱

ミ🍅🥛*:･

ʕ🏄🏻‍♀️ﾉ"🏖⋆⁺ʔ

=͟͟͞͞♡🤾🏻‍♀️˚

˚ ༘🥡*🍜⋆｡˚

♡ヾ🧚🏻‍♂️✨ᙏ̤̫͚

‧⁺◟(🛋🧸) ◡̎✧

˗ˏˋ🦆ᯤ🩹´ˎ˗

🚧✧˖*💥

ෂ ප පි ප් පී ප ranitas <3

[aesxjenmxndu]

⩩ ωεℓcσɱε ƭσ ɱყ ρɾσƒเℓε 🍨

➴ soft wugem vibez 💭

⤷‧₊˚ 🍥•🎀•🍃

🎡:: 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧!

ᝰ ᴅᴀɪʟʏ ᴀᴇsᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄ 🎪🖇️

𝐈𝐎𝐎+ go rounds🎠

⌦ 𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝒗𝒊𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒔🥤

˗ˋ 💐 ˊ˗

❏ helping bae's 🌿

➴🌷 ramdom stuff 🌷

꒰ indie • aesthetic • vibezz ꒱

🖇️:: weclomee 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬! 🍒

⌗ 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒊  𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒅 :: 🍡

→ 2 𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚜←

🍃 • 🥗 • 🌷

˗ˋ 𝚑𝚒 ˊ˗

⌗ 𝒅𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒚 ɪɴᴅɪᴇ 𝐟eed :: 🍡

🌿 100 luvies! ^-^

˖ ʚ 🌷-🩰-🕊️ɞ

ೃ࿔₊ 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐞 ✿

⤷🗒️𝖻𝖾 motivated

₊˚⌗ ・🩰-🖇️-💭𓂃 ⊹

⇢ ˗ˏˋ daily aesthetic ࿐ྂ

୨୧ ·˚ ༘ ┊͙𝐤𝐩𝐨𝐩 𝐯𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐳 !

💭:: 𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗲 𝘃𝗶𝗯𝗲𝘇

🖇️ daily aesthetic 🩰

🌷 • 🥟 • 🍣

🎀||• random acc. •||🎀

🖇️ daily aesthetic 🍧

🌷:: 100+ :: 🌷

🍉•📝•🍒

-𝚠𝚌 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚊𝚌𝚌-🥟

🌷:: 𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗲/𝗮𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗰

💭 • 🍉 • 🍡

🌷↦ 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 ! ˎˊ ˗

⌗ 𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗲/𝗮𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗰 🎃

❏ 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 .*•ᜊ

100+ ┊🌴🥥

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Símbolos aesthetic

ଘ ੭ ✩‧₊˚

𖤐 ✿

꒦ ♡˚ ༘

ﾐ🍋

↷ ♡̷̷ 🛁

⤷ ୨🎐୧࿐

༉‧₊˚🔭彡

ᕱ ᵎ 💒༉

「 」

₊˚.༄

⩩𓄹 ∿ ៸៸

⌦ ミ🎠ˎˊ

⌗𓂅 🚎 ₊𓂃

⠀⠀ ⠀

ᨳ ﹅♥︎₊˚

↱ 🛵

𓏲࣪ ░ 𓍯

៚ ꒰ ⛸ˎˊ-⁣

˚✧˚ 🩰彡

୧🌷 ⿻ᖗ

ଓ ◡̈ ♡̷̷ ⋆͛

꒷꒦꒷ ᝰ🍈

⌇🌷 ♡̷̷ ʹˎ-

‧₊˚✧ ✧˚₊‧

.

‧₊˚ ୨ ୧ ˚₊

.

(:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅: :]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅)

.

˗ˋˏ ˎˊ-

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୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ ꒰ ヾ₊˚.

.

ஐ୧‧₊˚ ## ✼̥ ·˚ ༘

.

𖦹꙳࡛࣪⋕ ˚.✦ ⵢ₊˚.

.

𐐒𐐚⁺ ✶˚ ## ₆⁶₆

.

˚ ༘ ◝

.

꒰꒱— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ — ✈︎☻✰✧˖*°࿐ •*⁀➷ ❏ ˖* ೃ࿔ 𓆉◡̈ ꒦꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦ ✎ᝰ ✿ ⚡︎ ☁︎ ⋆ ⋆⑅˚₊

.

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

.

╰☆╮

.

╰►

.

ততততততততততত

.

➜

.

ʚ ═══･୨💡୧･═══ ɞ

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Example!

0:35 ━❍──────── 4:39

↻ ⊲ Ⅱ ⊳ ↺

VOLUME: ▁▂▃▄▅▆▇ 100%

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aesthetic borders:

「 」 ↳︎↰︎ ↳ ↲ ↱ ↰ ꒰✰꒱ ⌜ ⌝ ⌞ ⌟ ┊ ᎒

˗ˏˋ🍨ˎˊ˗ ˗ˋ 🍧 ˊ˗ ↷🍨

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︓︒︑∘∗✧∘︑︒⚬∙︓⋅⠄✯∘⠄✧✎➷•➴

➶ ➷ ➸✧˖*°࿐ • *⁀➷ ❏ ꒰ ꒱ ➷｡˚ ೃ࿔₊• ↳

Nombres;

୧ ׅ𖥔 ۫ 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 ⋄ 𓍯

𔘓 ﹏ 𝗻ame ๑ ִֶָ ❀

⊹ ᮫࣭﹆ֹ 🧸 𝗡ame 𓂃 ✿

ᨳ᭬ ▭ 𝗻ame ⸝⸝ 🥕 ◡̈

ᝬ 🌸 𖠵 𝗻ame 𓄹

𖤐 𝘆our ៸៸ ⁺‧₊ 𝗻ame 🕊 𔔁

`⌁ ◜name◞

˖ ࣪ ꒷name ꐑꐑ !

⊹ ᨘ໑▸ 𖥻 name ˑ 𖦹 

˖ 🎀 ᝬ ʿnameꜝꜞ 𖦹 ˖࣪،̲Ꮺ !

𖥦 ٭࣭ ャ › name 𖤩 ˖࣪،̲Ꮺ !

˙ 𖥦  ⪧ ◟name ˒ ˶

𖠗 🐇 ꞋꞌꞋ your name 🎀 𓄹 . ִ ֗

🩰 ५◦ your name ★ 𓂃

ᨓ 。your name 🌸 ∩⑅∩

🥛 ˖ ࣪ ‹ your name 𖥔 ࣪ ᥫ᭡

ꗃ ⋆ ࣪ . your name 🍳 . ‹

- 𖥨¡!🌻 [ 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 ] 𖦹´

- 🖇️𖥻 [ 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 ]

- ☦︎༘🥢 ❝ [ 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 ] ❞

- ﾐ☁︎ ❝ 🍓 - [ 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 ]

- 🍯⊰❞ 𝒏𝐚𝐦𝐞

- ៸៸🎐꒰꒱❜ 𝒏𝐚𝑚ℰ

- ⩩☁️› 𝓎𝕠𝒖𝐫 𝙣ᗩ𝘮𝔢

- ⎙  » 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾

- 🍃˚ ༘  ❝ 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 « 🍒

- |🀄| -՞ ɴᴀᴍᴇ

✹ ִֶָ ꐑꐑ ( ur name ) ⛸️𖦆 ꧇

𖦆 🎀 ֺ ( ur name ) ▸ . 𖧧 ࣪

★ . ꜝꜞ ᳝ ࣪ ( ur name ) ☁️ׂ ʬʬ

🥛 ˖ ࣪ ‹ ( ur name ) 𖥔 ࣪ ᥫ᭡

ꗃ ⋆ ࣪ . ( ur name ) 🍳 . ‹𝟥

ᐢ..ᐢ ࣪˖ ( ur name ) ✹ 🐇 ִֶָ ࣪ 𑊢

ꜝꜞ ᳝ ࣪ % ( ur name ) › ࣪ ˖ ⌕

𓈊 🍄 𒀭(𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞) 𖤩 🌱૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა

𖣯 ✹ 🌷(𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞) ꏍ ！

Emojis;

‧⁺◟꒰ 🦌🎄꒱˚ ༘♡

˚ ༘ ♡ ⋆｡🎅🏻🎁₊˚•🦌 ꒱

‧⁺◟🧝🏻‍♀️🎄˚ ༘ •₊🎁 ˎˊ˗

☃️*⌇🧤⁺‧𓏰 🧣˚ ༘

˚◡̈🎄•⁺🕯º·˚♡

⋆⁺₊⋆☃️🌟⋆⁺₊⋆

=͟͟͞͞ ♡🎅🏻 °₊·ˈ∗🎄*.❅•

꒰ ⁺🎨🖍⋆ °˖✧

₊˚ 🎀ꔛ🧸﹆ •

🧀⌯✧🐭⋆♡̷̷̷ 💌

✿。꒰ 🐄 ₊🥛꙳ . ꒱

˚ ꒰🍰🍎✨❕꒱ ◞

⁎⁺˳✧༚🥣💥ˎˊ˗

ꔛ 𓈒 *🌷🖇˚ ᦃ ･

﹆ ˚ 🖖🏻◞˚ₓ 🧩 ⁕˚

ꔛ ⋆⁺ +.ﾟ🥣🧤⁕꒱ ⊹ ˚ 

𓂃꙳ ⋆ 🍪❕ ⊹ ｡ ﾟ⁖

🍊🪟 ⌗ 🌟 🌷🍐⌇📧 ⊹

𓂂 𓂂 🎂🥖🥖 ✿ 🥐 ⭐️ 𓂃

🥧 ⭐️ 𓐄 🥛 🍊🪞 𓍲 🪴 𓂂

𓏔 🍞🌷 ✿ 🧇 🥚 ✳︎ 🌟

🍊⭐️🥛𓂂𓂂 𓈈 🦙🍊 𓍲

𓏔 🥖🪚 ⌗ 🍊🪞⌇⭐️

🍞🍊 𓐄 ☝🏻 🏠🪜 ◌ ◌

🎨 ⭐️ ﾟ⌇ 🥛🪑𓂃🍊

✿ 🥧🥛𓂂 𓂂 🪑 ⿻ ⭐️🪄

🏭🍎⌇⭐️ 𓏔 🦮 🌲 𓂂

◌ 🧦 𓐄 🧦 🍝🥖 ✿ 🌟

⸝⸝⸝ 🥨 🌟 ⌗ 𓂃 🪜🪜 𓂂𓏸

🥛✿ 🏡 🍝 🍞🍎⌇🪚

🎄🥖 ◌ 📧 🏭 ⿻ 🥧⭐

𓐄 🥧🍎 ​⭐️​ 🛋️🥛𓏔🍐

🌷🪟 𓂃🪥 👩🏻‍🍳 𓍲 🥖🩰

🥫𓈒𓏸 🍐🥛 🪥𓂋🌳⛺️

𓍼 👷🏼‍♀️🥯🥧 🦧 ⟢ 🗂🥦

🏌🏻‍♂️🪚⌇💡 🦴🦴✿ 🩳

⛳️🍊꙳⋆🧵 🥗 ⤾ 🩴📒

⭐️ ⊹🌷🪚 🍐🧂𓐇 🪒

𓐄 🏖🪟🥛 🥧 𓂂𓏸🌷🪚

🍝🌲𓐄𓊪🥡 🍎🦌💌₊˚✧⋆ 🎪

🧸💭·˚ ༘♡ 🍫·˚ˎˊ˗

🧁·˚ ༘♡ ₊˚📝🎅🏻·˚ˎˊ˗

🍄🐩🍓✧ ࿐ ˚.

ミ🌷♡📄.°୭̥ ⠀

✧₊˚. 🍓🗒 / 🐰☁️*⋆ฺ࿐

🗒彡🐕🌷🌨

. ✦ · .

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀˚ ⊹ ˚

⠀⠀ ⊹

📮 ♡ 🐰 ✩ೃ°

🏹🌷♡⋅₊˚.// 🍓🐇‧₊˚✧

彡🍯🌧🐻₊˚.༄

ᯤ🕺🏻(♡) *:･ﾟ

˚ ༘ 🏃🏻⛱ ヅ

=͟͟͞͞♡🤾🏻‍♀️˚ ༘🥕n =͟͟͞͞♡🤾🏻‍♀️˚ ༘

🏂˗ˏˋ✿´ˎ˗🪂

✿🦒‧⁺◟(🌐)

˚🥦+🧀*･῾ ᵎ

⋆⁺₊⋆👨🏻‍🌾ヾ🐄

꒰ 🛹+🤸🏻 ꒱

ミ🍅🥛*:･

ʕ🏄🏻‍♀️ﾉ"🏖⋆⁺ʔ

=͟͟͞͞♡🤾🏻‍♀️˚

˚ ༘🥡*🍜⋆｡˚

♡ヾ🧚🏻‍♂️✨ᙏ̤̫͚

‧⁺◟(🛋🧸) ◡̎✧

˗ˏˋ🦆ᯤ🩹´ˎ˗

🚧✧˖*💥

Kaomojis;

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˵) ㅤㅤㅤ ૮˃̵֊ ˂̵ აㅤㅤㅤㅤ•᷄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 / / / ⍝აㅤㅤㅤㅤ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎⊹૮(´˘`ʃƪ)ა

૮꒰ྀི ´˘`ʃƪ ꒱ྀིა

૮꒰ ´°`; ꒱ა

૮꒰ྀི ´°`; ꒱ྀིა

૮꒰ྀི ´ᵔ`; ꒱ྀིა

૮꒰⸝⸝ ˘̀ᵕ˘́ ⸝⸝꒱ა

૮꒰ ˘̀ᵕ˘́ ꒱ა

૮꒰ᵔᗜᵔ꒱ა

#kaomojis #separadores aesthetic #simbolos+aesthetic #aesthetic #emojis combo #pastel pink

[meloxyhaniko]

ଘ ੭ ✩‧₊˚

𖤐 ✿

꒦ ♡˚ ༘

ﾐ🍋

↷ ♡̷̷ 🛁

⤷ ୨🎐୧࿐

༉‧₊˚🔭彡

ᕱ ᵎ 💒༉

「 」

₊˚.༄

⩩𓄹 ∿ ៸៸

⌦ ミ🎠ˎˊ

⌗𓂅 🚎 ₊𓂃

⠀⠀ ⠀

ᨳ ﹅♥︎₊˚

↱ 🛵

𓏲࣪ ░ 𓍯

៚ ꒰ ⛸ˎˊ-⁣

˚✧˚ 🩰彡

୧🌷 ⿻ᖗ

ଓ ◡̈ ♡̷̷ ⋆͛

꒷꒦꒷ ᝰ🍈

⌇🌷 ♡̷̷ ʹˎ-

‧₊˚✧ ✧˚₊‧

.

‧₊˚ ୨ ୧ ˚₊

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(:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅: :]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅)

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˗ˋˏ ˎˊ-

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୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ ꒰ ヾ₊˚.

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ஐ୧‧₊˚ ## ✼̥ ·˚ ༘

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𖦹꙳࡛࣪⋕ ˚.✦ ⵢ₊˚.

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𐐒𐐚⁺ ✶˚ ## ₆⁶₆

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˚ ༘ ◝

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꒰꒱— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ — ✈︎☻✰✧˖*°࿐ •*⁀➷ ❏ ˖* ೃ࿔ 𓆉◡̈ ꒦꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦ ✎ᝰ ✿ ⚡︎ ☁︎ ⋆ ⋆⑅˚₊

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︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

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╰☆╮

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╰►

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ততততততততততত

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➜

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ʚ ═══･୨💡୧･═══ ɞ

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Example!

0:35 ━❍──────── 4:39

↻ ⊲ Ⅱ ⊳ ↺

VOLUME: ▁▂▃▄▅▆▇ 100%

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aesthetic borders:

「 」 ↳︎↰︎ ↳ ↲ ↱ ↰ ꒰✰꒱ ⌜ ⌝ ⌞ ⌟ ┊ ᎒

˗ˏˋ🍨ˎˊ˗ ˗ˋ 🍧 ˊ˗ ↷🍨

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︓︒︑∘∗✧∘︑︒⚬∙︓⋅⠄✯∘⠄✧✎➷•➴

➶ ➷ ➸✧˖*°࿐ • *⁀➷ ❏ ꒰ ꒱ ➷｡˚ ೃ࿔₊• ↳

•*

🦌💌₊˚✧⋆ 🎪

🧸💭·˚ ༘♡ 🍫·˚ˎˊ˗

🧁·˚ ༘♡ ₊˚📝🎅🏻·˚ˎˊ˗

🍄🐩🍓✧ ࿐ ˚.

ミ🌷♡📄.°୭̥ ⠀

✧₊˚. 🍓🗒 / 🐰☁️*⋆ฺ࿐

🗒彡🐕🌷🌨

. ✦ · .

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀˚ ⊹ ˚

⠀⠀ ⊹

📮 ♡ 🐰 ✩ೃ°

🏹🌷♡⋅₊˚.// 🍓🐇‧₊˚✧

彡🍯🌧🐻₊˚.༄

ᯤ🕺🏻(♡) *:･ﾟ

˚ ༘ 🏃🏻⛱ ヅ

=͟͟͞͞♡🤾🏻‍♀️˚ ༘🥕n =͟͟͞͞♡🤾🏻‍♀️˚ ༘

🏂˗ˏˋ✿´ˎ˗🪂

✿🦒‧⁺◟(🌐)

˚🥦+🧀*･῾ ᵎ

⋆⁺₊⋆👨🏻‍🌾ヾ🐄

꒰ 🛹+🤸🏻 ꒱

ミ🍅🥛*:･

ʕ🏄🏻‍♀️ﾉ"🏖⋆⁺ʔ

=͟͟͞͞♡🤾🏻‍♀️˚

˚ ༘🥡*🍜⋆｡˚

♡ヾ🧚🏻‍♂️✨ᙏ̤̫͚

‧⁺◟(🛋🧸) ◡̎✧

˗ˏˋ🦆ᯤ🩹´ˎ˗

🚧✧˖*💥

୧ ׅ𖥔 ۫ 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 ⋄ 𓍯

𔘓 ﹏ princess ๑ ִֶָ ❀

⊹ ᮫࣭﹆ֹ 🧸 𝗡ame 𓂃 ✿

ᨳ᭬ ▭ 𝗻ame ⸝⸝ 🥕 ◡̈

ᝬ 🌸 𖠵 𝗻ame 𓄹

𖤐 𝘆our ៸៸ ⁺‧₊ 𝗻ame 🕊 𔔁

`⌁ ◜name◞

˖ ࣪ ꒷name ꐑꐑ !

⊹ ᨘ໑▸ 𖥻 name ˑ 𖦹 

˖ 🎀 ᝬ ʿnameꜝꜞ 𖦹 ˖࣪،̲Ꮺ !

𖥦 ٭࣭ ャ › name 𖤩 ˖࣪،̲Ꮺ !

˙ 𖥦  ⪧ ◟name ˒ ˶

𖠗 🐇 ꞋꞌꞋ your name 🎀 𓄹 . ִ ֗

🩰 ५◦ your name ★ 𓂃

ᨓ 。your name 🌸 ∩⑅∩

🥛 ˖ ࣪ ‹ your name 𖥔 ࣪ ᥫ᭡

ꗃ ⋆ ࣪ . your name 🍳 . ‹

- 𖥨¡!🌻 [ 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 ] 𖦹´

- 🖇️𖥻 [ 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 ]

- ☦︎༘🥢 ❝ [ 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 ] ❞

- ﾐ☁︎ ❝ 🍓 - [ 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 ]

- 🍯⊰❞ 𝒏𝐚𝐦𝐞

- ៸៸🎐꒰꒱❜ 𝒏𝐚𝑚ℰ

- ⩩☁️› 𝓎𝕠𝒖𝐫 𝙣ᗩ𝘮𝔢

- ⎙  » 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾

- 🍃˚ ༘  ❝ 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 « 🍒

- |🀄| -՞ ɴᴀᴍᴇ

✹ ִֶָ ꐑꐑ ( ur name ) ⛸️𖦆 ꧇

𖦆 🎀 ֺ ( ur name ) ▸ . 𖧧 ࣪

★ . ꜝꜞ ᳝ ࣪ ( ur name ) ☁️ׂ ʬʬ

🥛 ˖ ࣪ ‹ ( ur name ) 𖥔 ࣪ ᥫ᭡

ꗃ ⋆ ࣪ . ( ur name ) 🍳 . ‹𝟥

ᐢ..ᐢ ࣪˖ ( ur name ) ✹ 🐇 ִֶָ ࣪ 𑊢

ꜝꜞ ᳝ ࣪ % ( ur name ) › ࣪ ˖ ⌕

𓈊 🍄 𒀭(𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞

#symbols #meloxyhaniko