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My Big Shot, My Star

🖤 A Valentine's Day Special 🖤

Summary || [Steve Harrington X Female Reader SMUT] Your movie star boyfriend takes you out for a night on the town in Hollywood. 

Movie Star!Steve AU | 5.6k words | NO BETA/SELF-EDITED, Old Hollywood/1950s AU, Valentine’s Day Theme, Prompt: “Day Five + Steve Harrington + Presents,” LuMax, Established Relationship, Lavish Gift Giving, Kisses, Loss of Virginity, Steve Is Barely Experienced, Premarital Sex (GASP), Tender and Outdoor Sex, Contraceptive, Fingering (female receiving). 

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You helped Max Mayfield with the rouge on her cheeks and her lips as the time to leave was overshot by a minute. You had both gasped when a black limousine had showed up at your hotel doorstep that morning, and a well-dressed man had informed you that Steve– your Steve– had sent it to bring you to him. Of course you climbed into the back seat and let Max explore with a giddy expression as she pocketed a few of the decadent treats loaded up in the car. 

"So you really are dating a famous movie star, aren't you?," she teased. 

"Well, I…" you stuttered and tugged on your ear nervously. 

You knew Steve before he moved to Los Angeles with his parents. The Harringtons were always well off, but ever since Steve began appearing in films alongside the likes of Clark Gable and Humphrey Bogart, you and the rest of Hawkins had believed that they were swimming in luxury. Steve had always made it sound more humble than that when he talked about it on the phone, but you were beginning to wonder if that was entirely accurate. 

The drive was long but comfortable and you were excited to see Steve in the flesh at long last. Your family had been skeptical about allowing you to travel so far away (and for a boy), but you managed to convince them that it was safe and that Max would need a chaperone with her own boyfriend Lucas Sinclair (who is in California for the year to be mentored by Steve for basketball tryouts). 

But you had no intention of spending Valentine's Day babysitting a pair of young teens when you could be with your Steve, alone for the first time since he visited (last year!). Max had eagerly assured you that she could handle herself and Lucas in Hollywood with only Steve’s hired man as chaperone and promised to check back into the hotel before dark. 

Excitement bubbled in your stomach as the limousine parked outside of a beautiful gated home. There was a gorgeous Lincoln Continental waiting outside as well with the man of the hour sat on the car hood and waiting for you. You threw your arms around his neck and squealed, so glad finally even to smell his natural musk that you missed so dearly. 

"Oh, Steve!" 

His arms crushed you to his chest and your feet stopped touching the ground for a second. Your skirt swirled as he spun around with you, careful to set you down gently before kissing the breath out of you. When your lips parted, Steve stared down at you with a goofy smile and warmth in his eyes. 

“Not a single day has gone by where I didn’t wish you were in my arms again.” Steve’s words stole all the air out of your lungs for the second time.  

“I’ve missed you, too,” you said as you fought back tears. “Please don’t make me cry, my mascara...” 

Steve laughed and swept you into another hug, distracting you from your feelings by chattering away about a new movie that he's filming for (something about baseball). When he was sure you weren't going to burst into tears anymore, he leaned down and planted a soft kiss on your lips. 

“Did you like your gifts?” 

Steve flicked one of your earrings, and you took your own hand to touch the matching necklace at your throat. 

“Yes, I did. Thank you,” you replied sheepishly. “You don’t have to spend all that money on me, though, surely...” 

“Oh, sweetheart,” Steve scoffed and waved a hand as if clearing the air. “Don’t worry about my pockets! I won’t say how much it cost but know this: I may be a man of means but I also have a sense for modesty. Isn’t that what you love about me?” He waited for you to chuckle before he said, “besides, I like spoiling you. You’re supposed to let me do that on the holiday!” 

You relented easily and delivered more kisses to his handsome nose. Steve ushered you into the car for a late lunch or early dinner in town. The sun was still about an hour from setting, but the Hollywood strip dazzled you. Well dressed men and women walked in beautiful clothes in the warmish weather and every business was fancy and upbeat, even the streets were paved gorgeously and became a vision! 

Steve took you into a nice diner (through the front doors, no less) and immediately you were seated by a host. A booth with vinyl seats and carved mahogany accents. You looked around nervously but most of the patrons seemed to be wrapped up in their own conversations and food tasting. 

“Relax,” Steve soothed you with a thumb brushing over the back of your hand. “You’re safe with me, okay? Nobody is going to bother us.” 

You ordered your food together and tried to catch-up on the past. There were things about Hawkins that you just couldn’t talk about over the phone and it was great to be able to share things with him in person. Steve asked about the other kids in Hawkins, and you told him that Mike, El, Will, and Dustin were loving Hawkins high and had been taken under the wing of a friendly outcast named Eddie Munson. Steve in turn told you a bit more about the parties he got invited to– you thought he might have down played some of the antics that the Hollywood people would get tangled in– but he also admitted he had a much better time making friends with an ice cream slinger named Robin Buckley, rather than the Hollywood Star’s wealthy children. 

The food was delicious and filled your belly to bursting. You were laughing as he told you about how clumsy but brilliant Robin could be when suddenly Steve looked over your shoulder and his face went flat with shock. 

“What is it?” You turned around and saw a large man approaching your table. There was some commotion behind him– a crowd of people, lights flashing, questions being shouted. Steve slumped back in his seat and looked like he wanted to disappear. 

“M-Mr. Mannix,” he stuttered, then stood abruptly to shake the man’s hand. “Sweetheart, this is-is one of my bosses, Eddie Mannix.” 

Mr. Mannix glances at you with a stoic face. He’s well dressed like most everybody else in Hollywood. Tailored suit and matching hat but he doesn’t look like a star, he looks like a working man, a man who gets shit done and who nobody messes with. 

“Ma’am,” he tipped his hat almost as a second thought, then turned back to Steve. Mannix was so tall and broad that he blocked all of the natural light coming from the big windows at the front of the diner and cast a shadow over your beau. “Never seen you taking a girl out, Harrington. Wasn’t sure you were the type.” 

Steve subtly wiped his palms on his pants. “This is my girlfriend, sir. Of quite a few years, actually, sh-she’s visiting from my hometown for Valentine’s day.” 

Mannix made a surprised noise and returned his gaze to you. It wasn’t friendly, per say, but it wasn’t reproachful either. “Well if you don’t want to be in the papers tomorrow, I suggest you both slip out back. There’s vultures here for a 'candid' interview of another young couple, and I can’t have you take up all the spectacle, you understand.” 

Your blood ran cold as you realized he must have meant paparazzi. It was an aspect of Steve’s life that he didn’t talk about much, but he did seem to hate. What counted for news around these parts could sometimes be more akin to gossip and rumors, and you wanted no part of that, not at all. 

Steve’s face grew serious– he must have thought the same as you– but before he could try to flag down a host, Mannix stopped him. 

“I’ve already paid your bill. Left a generous tip, too,” Mannix winked and gestured with his chin towards the door. “Go on, lovebirds, get outta here.” 

Steve thanked him breathlessly and took your hand to help you up. Mannix positioned himself like a shield, protecting you from the photographers until you were ready to dip and even dumping his hat on Steve’s head with a firm ‘I’ll be wanting that back,” as he did. Steve threw his arm around you firmly and rushed out, not slowing down until you were far enough from the diner to break free of the hustle. The sun set and painted the sky as the darkness of night crept in from the opposite horizon and washed you both in warm shadow. 

“That was close. I’m so sorry, doll,” Steve simpered and pulled your face towards his to kiss your forehead. “Mr. Mannix isn’t a bad guy, really, he’s just not a people person.” 

Perhaps not, but he had saved you both. “I’ll be sure to thank him before I leave. I mean, I love being yours, Steve, but the way those tabloids talk about girls… even the prettiest ones…” 

“I know,” he petted your back, and Mannix’s hat flopped down at an angle, almost obscuring his pretty eyes. “Let’s get you in the car, okay? I’ve got a few more things to show you.” 

As you walked, you heard Steve muttering determinedly to himself. “Someday, things are going to be different. And you and I will never have to be afraid of hateful, ignorant people ever again.” 

…

The heater in the car worked wonders for your chilly hands and you lamented not bringing a sturdy coat with you. Of course Steve loaned you his and discreetly left Mannix’s hat on the dashboard. 

“Why’d he do that anyways?,” Steve griped, trying to fix his eternally perfect hair. 

“Because with that do, they’d notice you in a dark room,” you laughed. His hair was too iconic, it had made headlines for months after just a small role as an extra in a film. Girls across the country swooned at the sight of him, even though it was longer than respectable men wore it, and that fact had launched the career his parents had so desperately sought for him to have. 

“I suppose.” Steve stopped the car at the foot of a hill that made you gasp. “Yeah, the Hollywood sign. It’s impressive to look for the first time, I guess, but there’s more I want to show you. You wear those kitten heels like I told you?” 

You gave him the stink eye. “You know I did, you’ve been looking at my legs all afternoon!” 

Steve tilted his head and gave you a conspiratorial wink. “Well I can do far more than just look, if you want me to.” 

The last thing you were expecting to do on Valentine’s day was hike up a steep hill, but it was worth it when you saw Steve also grabbed a picnic basket from the trunk. He finally let you stop beneath the letter D of the sign and began to unroll a blanket. The area here was flat and bare of the desert brush, almost like he had scoped it out or made it himself. It gave you a perfect view of the sun setting and the lights of the city coming on like their own earthbound stars (and less of a chance of being spotted from below by passersby or vagrants or the heat). 

“Oh, Steve,” you gasped and covered your mouth in awe at the sight of the city. “It’s beautiful…” 

Music filled the air from a portable radio. Steve came up behind you and held you close, watching the horizon himself and swaying gently. He lulled you to the point of dreaminess and kissed your neck until you were weak for him. 

“Are you having a good time, doll?,” he whispered in your ear and made you shiver. 

“Yes,” you whispered back. “Can we stay like this forever?” 

“Not forever, dear,” Steve replied wistfully, then spun you around and danced with you gently. “But we can come back and do it over and over again.” 

…

Lying on the blanket, you didn’t need the jacket or your sweater because Steve’s body heat was enough to warm you. You laid across his chest and watched the stars glitter from miles above and imagined a world where you were both old and simple-living folk, married and lying beneath the constellations of home in Hawkins. Maybe when Steve retired from the moving pictures, he would bring you back to Hawkins and you could raise a family there. Together.

“Darling?” Steve’s voice rumbled beneath your ear, his tie discarded and shirt buttoned down scandalously. 

“Yes?” You lifted your head to look down at him with his hair splayed like a halo. 

“I love you,” Steve said reverently. “I… need you to know that there’s no funny business going on with me when you’re not around. I don’t party with those socialites anymore, and Robin really is just a good friend. I want you to know I would never do something that would break your heart because my own belongs to you and you alone, okay?” 

Your face stung for a moment and you couldn’t meet his eyes. You drew circles over the button keeping his shirt from opening further. “Well it sounds like you probably already know I was worried about it. But seeing you today? Well… now I'm certain more than ever before that you do have eyes only for me.” 

“That’s exactly right,” he exclaimed, and pulled you into a deep kiss that made you light headed. “Eyes for only you, my love. No one could ever captivate me the way you do– understand me and love me the way that you do. This year has been so hard for me because I couldn’t be with you. I would give up everything if you asked me, doll, just say the words.” 

You buried your face against his chest where the hair there tickled your chin and soaked up some of the tears from your wet lashes. “I won’t go that far, Steve. But what I will do, is love you with all I have like you do for me. I trust you to be loyal and honest for me, dear, and I… I know you’ll do right by me.” 

Steve rolled you onto your back and kissed you soundly, trailing his lips over your eyes and down your throat until he was pulling the neckline of your dress aside and sucking on the skin there. You tilted your head further and further back and lost yourself in him, feeling heat gather in your face and deep in your gut as his hands explored other parts of your body like a man starved. 

“Is this alright?” Steve’s hand smoothed up your bodice, gentle pressure brushing over your clothed breast and making you gasp. 

You nodded and he continued, kissing over them and drawing his hand down. Self consciously, you gathered your skirt into your hands and pulled it higher. The cool twilight air breezed over your thighs and Steve’s wandering hand found purchase there, massaging you where no one, not even him or yourself, had ever dared touch you before. 

You were left panting beneath his ministrations, wanting more as your awareness of the world around you shrunk until just the two of you remained. Carefully, Steve laid on top of you, his hips spreading your thighs apart naturally and fitting like he was always meant to be there. As he kissed your lips, you kissed him back fervently and did your own exploring. You unbuttoned his shirt further and felt over the expanse of smooth, freckled skin and the sparse hair on his chest. 

When he rolled his hips into yours, you felt something pressing into your body that made you mewl. 

Steve lifted his head so you couldn’t reach him and proposed a new query. “I have a condom in the basket... do you want to…?” 

Your heart pounded hard in your chest. "Yes." 

Steve didn't know he was holding his breath until he heard your answer. Back in Hawkins, the boy was happy to wait until you were ready, especially given his first time had been with Nancy Wheeler who for one reason or another had not been eager to do it again. He wanted to do it right with you. Make your toes curl and beg him for more. 

He got up just to grab it and gave you room to breathe (in case you changed your mind). “Oh, I also have wine in here. Some cheese and bread if you want.” 

“I’m good,” you patted your stomach, “that dinner was exquisite.” 

“It was, wasn’t it?” Steve came back and returned to his position, laying the wrapped rubber next to your head. “For later, just want to kiss you a little longer…” 

You quickly lost yourself in his attention. His shirt became untucked and the zipper on the back of your dress lowered but it was not drawn down completely. His taste and his smell became indistinguishable from your own, and after a moment, you felt his hand return up the skirt of your dress, under your slip, and your knees pushed further apart until his calloused fingertips brush over your belly just above the waistband of your panties. 

Nervousness trembled in your chest as he drew the cotton panties down your legs, but Steve never took his eyes off your face and he covered your nudity with his own warm body as soon as they were free. Your hand followed his with a light touch on the wrist as he averted his eyes just before finally touching your bare womanhood. 

The contact was entirely expected and yet you jerked in surprise anyways. He checked your face for assurance and did it again, testing the waters and making sure you were enjoying it. The contact made your mind race with your heart and your sex ache and it was all so exciting, especially when you sighed pleasantly and a triumphant smirk appeared on his face. 

“Feel good?” 

“Yes,” you replied in a voice so dark and different from your natural one that it startled you. “Yes, Steve, yes.” 

Steve shushed you and resumed his passionate kisses along your neck. His cool fingers collected slick and massaged your womanhood until they matched in temperature, and then he– 

You moaned and threw your head back, instinctively trying to close your legs but unable to with the grown man laying between them. The intrusion of his finger inside you was beyond strange, but after a moment of stillness and placating kisses to your face, you relaxed around it and could almost forget it was there. When he began to move it, penetrating you back and forth and back again, you acclimated to the sensation rather quickly. At the second finger, you winced. 

“Are you okay?” He whispered in your ear. 

You hummed back and felt slightly embarrassed when you realized where the unusual squelching noise was coming from. “Is… is that, me?!” 

Steve chuckled, “it is. Don’t be embarrassed, doll, it means you like me. It means I’m doing a good job, and your body is preparing for me.” 

Preparing for what? And then you remember the condom on the blanket waiting to be used and the bulge in his pants that hadn’t gone away, just pressed into and sometimes rutting against your inner thigh. You wrapped your arms around Steve’s neck for comfort. The new touching was good, but would the pleasure last? Would it really hurt? 

“Steve?” You must have sounded scared because he stopped all movement and looked deep into your eyes, searching. “...I’m ready. I want you. Please.” 

Steve’s eyelids grew heavy, and he slipped his fingers out of your channel to sit himself up and take the condom. For a moment, you hesitated on what to do but decided that watching the stars was mundane now. You sat up on your elbows and watched him work, unsure if you would make him uncomfortable seeing as how he would need to take his clothes somewhat off. You closed your legs and rubbed them together to gather warmth and feel pleasure return at the apex of your thighs, as if you were strumming your own instrument. 

Your boyfriend worked quickly and carefully. If he was bothered when you bit your lip and stared at the sight of his manhood, he didn’t show it. He just stroked his hand over his shaft and rolled the condom down, sheathing it in an opaque plastic or latex. Then he helped you part your legs again and repositioned himself at your entrance. 

“Are you sure, baby?,” he said even as his desire was clear as day, “we can stop now if you want.” 

You shook your head no and braced yourself. You did not want to stop. You followed his instructions, breathing and relaxing and tapping his shoulder when you needed him to pause. And then his warm hips were pressed flush into yours and his grunting turned into a relieved sigh. 

“Is that it? Er, is that all of it?” Your face flushed hot at your own words and Steve pecked a kiss to your lips. 

“That’s the whole thing, yeah,” he replied. And then his started moving, thrusting shallowly into you and you watched his face go slack with an occasional tick and grunt. “Oh, sweetheart, fuck– I’m sorry I don’t mean to cuss, but– fuck, you feel so good…” 

That warmth in your lower belly was beginning to coil. It was good, it felt good and making Steve feel good felt good to you, too. You had never seen this side of him, only caught glimpses of it when you would make-out in secret at the drive-in theater back home. He was making noises you had never heard him make before– he was making you make noises you had never made before! And as he moved faster, he also moved a little harder, but not to hurt you, it was good and he was deeper somehow, and the mound above his shaft was massaging some part of you that made the coil tighten faster and harder like his thrusts until– 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck–” Steve’s head dropped to your shoulder and he stopped moving all together. The tightening coil which had felt about ready to snap instead eased back some, leaving you tingly and pulsing with the beat of your heart. 

Your brow furrowed in confusion. “What happened?” 

Steve’s body went slack and he lifted his head, now sporting a drunken and sated look on his face. “I finished,” he said with a lazy smile. 

“Oh.” That was sex. And you had finally had it with the love of your life, no less. It was a lot of fun! Being tangled with each other, sharing pleasure like one being, giving and receiving the most coveted form of love. You should be happy and satisifed too... but the twinge of disappointment that blossomed in your chest… well it confounded you. 

“What’s wrong?,” Steve asked. 

He had already fixed your clothes back into place and bundled you in his jacket to keep you warm before fixing his own clothes. You didn’t see what he did with the condom but you have a suspicion that it was simply flung somewhere on the empyy hill side. And he looked really sad right now, like a puppy left outside just as storm clouds gather overhead. 

“Nothing,” you answered enthusiastically, “it was perfect, you were perfect! I’ve never felt so much pleasure in my entire life. I can see what all the fuss was about!” Your laughter was a little hollow and you could tell that Steve was not totally convinced, even if he was playing along. “We should get back. I want to make sure Max and Lucas are safe. You can stay the night with us girls if you want, there’s two beds.” 

Steve nodded his head distractedly and began to pick things up and packed them back into the picnic basket as neatly as he could. “Actually, I was thinking the same thing, except for you and Max to stay with me.” 

…

Steve drove to the hotel and collected the kids. Lucas and Max were so quiet in the backseat that you kept glancing at them through the mirrors to check on them, but they didn’t look like they had been fighting, they were just lounging sleepily with their hands folded together on the cushion between them. A part of you worried momentarily that they might have gotten up to the same adult antics as yourself and Steve, but then you dismissed it and returned your attention to massaging Steve’s right hand. If they had or they hadn’t, it wasn’t for you to know. 

“Oh,” Steve said as you all walked together towards his home-- a certifiable mansion-- and he tapped his forehead as if to sell that whatever thought he had just had was genuinely forgotten. “I do have one more surprise for you! All of you.” 

He steered everyone around the side of the house through a beautiful garden. 

“What it is,” Max asked, but before any answer could be given, Lucas looked through a large, picturesque window and another equally big window out to the backyard, and screamed. 

“HOLY SHIT! WILL! MIKE! EL! DUSTIN!” 

The boy bounded away like a track star to the swimming pool, where four excessively happy kids were cheering and smacking the ground noisily with pool noodles. Lucas tackled a screaming Dustin into the pool, and Max broke away excitedly to meet El for a wet hug. Mike hopped into the pool to join in the fun, and Will hugged Max too before inviting her inside to get a swimsuit. 

Stunned, you blinked a hundred times to see if you were dreaming. “Steve, I can't believe you did this!” 

You tore your eyes away from the happy reunion to find your boyfriend pridefully stuffing his hands in his pockets and shrugging with faux humility. “No big deal. I missed them myself, the little rats. They almost got themselves caught when you were being dropped off earlier for our dinner date! Would have been a bummer to ruin the surprise so soon...” 

The kids were unbelievably rowdy, but you paid them no more mind as you pulled your boyfriend into a thankful kiss. Steve quickly steered you inside, but not for a bathing suit like the kids had for Max (Lucas had already ruined his nice clothes and decided he needed none). Steve assured you his parents were out of the country and the house was so big that the kids would get lost before they found the two of you. And he showed you to his roomy bedroom with the forgotten bottle of wine from the picnic basket and some crystal glasses.  

“I couldn’t imagine a better Valentine’s day,” you marveled. “Or a better Valentine, at that.” 

Steve blushed and kneeled to help you out of your shoes. “Just wanted to give some love back.” 

He discreetly pushed up your mid-calf length skirt and planted a kiss on your knee. “I know that maybe it’s a little soon but… I’ve been dying to see what you look like out of your clothes.” 

You couldn’t fathom why you felt so scandalized by this– he was just inside of you not half an hour ago! But the more you thought about it, the more you became determined to indulge in desires of your own. 

“You first,” you declared and swirled the wine in your glass. 

Taking it as a challenge, Steve stood and began with slow and deliberate movements, undoing his pants without taking his eyes off of you. You watched him, enraptured. This time, his shirt came all the way off and landed on the carpet. He helped you stand by the hand and set your emptied glass aside, then slid your sweater down your shoulders. His lips returning to your neck was becoming a familiar feeling yet it never failed to leave your skin tingling. 

You turned around and brushed your hair aside to offer up the zipper, feeling the dress loosen quickly, and you choked briefly as you felt your brazier loosening, too. You allowed both materials to slide down your arms and shivered over every tiny touch of Steve’s hands and his sweet smelling breath on your back. 

He tugged on your hips until your body was flush against him. “So beautiful…” 

You removed yourself from his grasp and slipped out of your underwear. You laid yourself on his bed half beneath the covers, feeling exposed but powerful and safe with him watching. As Steve was taking off his pants (all the way now), you grew bold and reached between your legs to see if you could find that spot that he had unconsciously stimulated earlier that created that coiling feeling in your belly and your legs and in between.

You found it quickly and began to massage it more. You discovered that circular motions provided the best stimulation as your pleasure began to build anew. 

Steve divested himself of the last of his clothes and climbed into bed with you, looking mischievous. “What are you playing with down there?” 

You flushed hot and bit the inside of your cheek, not knowing what to say, so opting to say nothing at all.

“Come on, let me see..” he pulled the covers back and looked down. 

His mouth hung agape as he saw you were actually touching your most intimate area. He scooted in closer to you and laid a curious hand on your thigh, waiting for permission. “May I?”

You moved your own toying hand a little and sighed pleasantly as he took over, copying your motions exactly and applying some pressure as well. He was working you up faster than before and he loved the way you were falling apart for him, getting more comfortable with intimacy and letting him know just how good he was making you feel. 

Steve covered your mouth with his own and swallowed a few of your moans. He stuffed his fingers inside you like before and pumped them, nipping your bottom lip as you dug your nails into his arm. 

“Please don’t stop, Steve…” 

Moonlight glinted off of the pool and danced in waves upon the ceiling as your moans climbed higher in pitch. But you felt a plateau forming and your disappointment came back full force as after a few minutes, Steve seemed to be slowing down. You just knew you needed one more thing to get you... somewhere, and then you realized suddenly that when he had changed the position of his hand, he had also stopped playing with that special spot. 

“Steve, Steve.” You looked desperate and tried very hard to convey what you needed, as you were unable to speak coherently. And sweet, clever Steve caught on to your meaning, and without stopping the deep thrust of his fingers, he used his thumb to make those circles on that spot again as best he could. It was enough and you feel that tight coil snap. 

You let out a gasping scream as your whole body convulsed and twitched rhythmically. Your legs snapped closed and trapped Steve’s hand between your thighs, and you writhed with pitiful and lewd noises until your soul returned to your body and left you completely drained. Steve stared at you for a long time until he gently eased his soaked fingers out and let you rest more comfortably. 

It took him several minutes to collect himself while you were falling asleep beside him. Finally, he muttered, “so that’s what’s supposed to happen… hmph, well that's news to me...”

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[Takeshi Kovacs X Female Reader] 

Summary: I dunno pink latex and public sex? Not much of a plot in this one Masterlist

Tag(s): unedited/ no beta. 18+ | 4.3k words | Porn without plot, swearing, private sex club setting (voyeuristic), dom/sub dynamic (Sir/Kitten), petting and breast play, collared/light choking, cockwarming, unprotected (please and thank you wear condoms irl) reverse cowgirl, & a little rough at the end. 

“Well, this is backwards.” 

You couldn’t help but agree. For once, it was you standing at his door– about to ask him for his help (not that you needed it… except you totally could use the back up). Still, it irked you to have him point it out. 

“Are you going to let me in, or…?” Tak stepped out of the way and waved you in. "This place is like a prison cell. You live like this?" 

"You shoulda seen the Raven," he jested. His lame joke earned him a very irate lecture from the offended AI. "Relax, Poe, I was saying it was nice. In a luxurious and… macabre sort of way." 

"I would expect nothing less," you gave Poe a smile and asked him where the whiskey was. "Can you give us a moment, Poe?" 

"Certainly," the AI replied. He shot a deathly glare at Tak before disappearing into the ether. 

Now alone with Tak, you pour yourself two fingers and knock it back with a tight grimace. You never liked hard liquors like that, they burned your sinuses like huffing nail polish. But you were going to need it for the road ahead. 

"Since you're not pouring one for me, I assume this isn't a social call." Tak settles himself in a beat up loveseat– the closest thing in the sparse room one could call comfortable. "Should I be worried?" 

"No, no…" you steeled your nerves with a deep breath and your next words came rushing together on the exhale– "I need you… to attend a sort of… party. With me." 

Tak stared at you. 

"For my protection," you finished wishing you had another drink. 

After a long moment, Tak nodded. "Ok." 

"Ok?" Your jaw dropped. "That's it? Just ok?" 

"Pretty much, yeah," he said as he jutted his jaw out to mask the amusement in his face. "Anything else?" 

You sighed hoarsely and plopped yourself on the edge of his bed– more like an army cot really. "Don't– agree to anything yet. You don't know anything about this club…" 

"What's there to know," he shrugged. "I bring my guns, you do whatever it is you're doing, I kill anyone in your way." 

"Well first of all you are most definitely not bringing more than one gun they will not let us past the front door. And secondly…" you slumped against the wall with hot ears, unable to meet his eyes. "It's a club for people with a certain… dynamic." 

That vague explanation only served to make him smile wider. 

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Ok so… maybe your idea to attend this dom/sub party club was a little self indulgent. Anyone from your crew could have gone, but you volunteered. Anyone from your crew could have been your partner, but you sought outside help for this mission. You tried very hard to convince yourself that it was because you were the best one for the job and you wanted to wear an unworn outfit from your closet. 

Takeshi was waiting for you. You found him awash in the neon lights from the soup shop on the corner. He was lighting up his second cigarette and scanning the pedestrians on the street. Finally, his eyes landed on you– and his fresh cigarette landed in a puddle. 

The clicking of your heels slowed to a stop as you reached him and you stood for a long time in awkward silence. "What? What are you looking at?" 

Tak looked at you like you were crazy– did you not know what you were wearing? Instead of commenting, he sighed long and hard. His hand hovered over the exposed strip of skin between your top and your skirt as he guided you to walk beside him. 

"Let's just get this over with," he sighed as his fingers twitched. 

The barbie pink latex of your outfit squeaked with every swish of your hips. Your heels only served to enhance your swagger, and dialing the whole look up to a ten was the spiked pink collar around your throat. Unbeknownst to you, Tak couldn't keep his eyes off of you and he nearly tripped on some street trash. 

"One more thing," you grabbed Tak's arm and pulled him to stop a building away. "We have to sell this. Don Giacomo will never speak with us if we can't play our parts to a tee. Which is why you'll need this."  

You handed him a leash. His face was unreadable as he ran a thumb over the black leather. It was one of many surprises you had sprung on him these past two nights and he was rolling with the punches now. 

"So what should I call you?" 

"Excuse me?"  You had begun to pull Tak into a walk, now feeling a little tingly as your leash brushed over your chest and repeatedly caught on one of your very visible nipples. "What do you mean?" 

"Well," Tak said with a patronizing slowness, "most submissives have pet names.  So what are we thinking? Brat? Princess?” 

You clenched your jaw so tight that it hurt.

“How about Kitten?” You gave Tak a confused look and in answer, he flicked the faux cat ears on your headband. You swallowed your tongue and nodded your approval. His hovering hand finally settled onto your waist and your entire body warmed against the cool night air. “Kitten it is.” 

The bouncers in synth sleeves allowed you entrance with your forged electronic pass. You and Tak walked in sync (with you a tiny little step behind so you could push him forward but look like you were being pulled). You found a set of couches with a perfect vantage point of the entire lounge. There were dozens of people milling about with fancy drinks and staff bringing platters of illicit substances to sample. Exactly the kind of place to get an invite to an even bigger party. 

Or drown in a pool of your own blood. 

Thankfully, Takeshi was there. His hand at your waist grounded you mentally and physically as you both pushed through into the belly of the beast. 

"This seat taken?," Tak asked one of the patrons in this circle set of couches. When a man (a dom by the way his partners hung around him) shook his head, Tak thanked him with a nod and guided you forward. You started to sit on the furniture when you were stopped by a gentle 'tsk' sound. "On the floor, Kitten." 

You stared at Tak. He was enjoying this (of course he was). And you didn't possess the nuance required to pretend like you weren't because to everyone else, you were supposed to enjoy it too (god, you wish his commanding voice didn't make you so weak in the knees). Slowly, you slid to the floor, keeping your eyes trained on his face as you did and watching a flash of approval cross his features. 

He sat on the couch, lounging like he owned the place. One hand behind his head and the other lazing in his lap with the hand hold of the leash around his wrist. At least you weren't the only sub sitting on the floor. 

While Tak chatted up the doms, you surveyed the room. No doubt every surface in here was sticky by the end of every night, there were people having sex left and right. No matter where you looked, somewhere in your peripheral was someone getting blown or eaten out or penetrated. It made your heart race to think it might be needed to blend in… 

"Come here, Kitten." Tak's hand burned as it glided over your shoulder, between the valley of your breasts, and hooked around your waist. 

He pulled you haphazardly into his lap, maneuvering so you were between his legs and draped atop his chest like a human blanket. You smoothed your hands over his hips and captured his arm against you as if to beg him not to let go. It wasn't much of a stretch to your real desires, though, was it? 

You closed your eyes and pretended not to listen to the doms talk. Tak's questions were probing, and his voice rumbled in his chest in a way that made your nipples tighten. Tak, possibly unconsciously, lightly untangled his arm from your grasp and settled his big hand on your boob. The latex squeaked noisily (covering your own helpless squeak beneath it). 

"I've got a nice rotation of subs," said the sleazy Patrick Bateman type dom. "About seven of them. What about you?" 

Tak squeezed your boob again. "Just this one. I like my little Kitten, fits into my hands and around my cock like she was made for it." 

He said that last part into your ear and you peeked your eyes open. The tenting at the apex of his thighs had not gone unnoticed and was poking you insistantly on your back. Tak was looking right at you as he cupped your other breast and squeezed it, as if testing your reaction. 

As if he was asking how far you wanted to take this.

 In answer, you wiggled your hips under the guise of getting comfortable– and consequently rubbed your behind over his hard-on. There was some pride to be taken when Tak swallowed roughly and his eyes went dark. 

He sat up suddenly, thrusting you forward into a sitting position and pressing you hard into chest, effectively trapping you. "Go to the bar and get me a drink, Kitten." 

The fringe of his hair fell into his eyes and he released you to complete your task. You stood up on shaky legs and trotted over to the bar, dodging serves offering other delights. The instant you enter a dark corner, Tak calls you on your oni with an update. 

"Your guy just walked in," he murmured so as not to be heard by others. "How's about you drop off that drink and follow one of his subs to the restroom." 

"What for?" You ordered a whiskey straight and leaned on the bar to coax your skirt back down over your thighs. 

"If you wanna prove we're legit," came his gravelling (slightly smug) whisper, "you're gonna need to take one for the team. And this one is too big to take without some pregame." 

You nearly fell off the bar. You had felt how big his sleeve's thing was… he was bragging but it was deserved. You took a deep breath and prayed a little fingering would be enough. 

The walk from the bar to Takeshi was a blur. You bend at the waist to hand him his drink and he once again petted your strappy top as a reward. "May I go to the little girls room?" 

It felt a little ridiculous to ask but that's the game you were playing now. "Of course, Kitten. Hurry back." 

"Yes, sir." Takeshi's hazel eyes flashed at the honorific. 

Finally, you looked up and saw Don Giacomo entering the club surrounded by at least fifteen subs in neon green leather. Some covered head to toe, others wearing nothing but a strip of it around their necks. A gaggle of feminine presenting ones split off and made for the restrooms in the back. 

Tak wasn't clairvoyant (at least you don't think he is) but the set up worked like a charm. You found an empty stall and fixed your outfit one more time, listening to the subs chatter amongst themselves. 

"Did you see him??" 

"Who? The envoy?" 

"Oh my god, yes! Isn't he just gorgeous?!" 

This! This is the reason you needed to have Takeshi as your partner. He may be wearing a cop's face, but he was beginning to build his own reputation in it (Bancroft's little Meth parties probably helped some too). And it's definitely the only reason that you have found yourself pressing your heated back to the cold metal stall door and massaging your fingers over your inner thigh right now. 

Gotta take one for the team, right? A little pregame– except instead of downing shots of the cheap stuff at home to go get drunk at a bar, you were working yourself open to get dicked down in front of a bunch of gangsters and thugs by the deadliest man in the room. You should have been taking pictures to commemorate the occasion. 

You hiss through your teeth as you stuff two fingers into your entrance. From the moment Tak looked you up and down outside the club, you have been slowly dampening your satin thong to the point of ruin. There's no way your panties survive the night, none! 

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Takeshi was worried. You could take care of yourself, but you were gone for a while and Giacomo was starting to piss him off. He was just like every other fucking Meth– couldn't buy a clue despite his weath and sick in the head. If you weren't back soon, he was going to put a bullet between his eyes. 

That's when Giacomo's hungry eyes flicked from Tak's face to just behind him. You leaned over Tak’s shoulder and dropped a kiss on his cheek, and for once Tak let his instincts take over as he gripped the back of your head to pull you into a deeper kiss. He let you go and didn’t miss the way your pulse seemed to be pounding uncontrollably. 

“Missed you, Kitten,” he whispered against your lips, “thought you fell in.” 

Unconsciously, you rolled your eyes in front of everyone. “Starting to sound like my dad.” 

Kovacs didn't take offense or pretend to, he just chuckled and guided you around the couch. You were surprised when his hold changed from your hand to your hips and even more surprised when he seated you between his legs again. You settled back against him and it was like you never left. 

"My my," Don Giacomo purred patronizingly, "now that is endearing, isn't it?" 

You could tell by the way he was eyeing you up, he meant your sleeve. You resisted the urge to squirm under his gaze– it was your birth sleeve, with no visual enhancements like Meths could afford for their partners. You were shapely in areas and flat in others, your body bore scars and signs of aging and, well, life. You would not be shamed for that. 

Indeed, how could you feel any shame at all with the way Takeshi Kovacs caressed and held you? There was something worshipful and praising in his touch, not just over your erogenous zones but everywhere. Everywhere that his body made contact with yours filled you with a sense of reverence. You were something important, something special to him. His touch set your world on fire. 

"Don Giacomo, you never finished telling that story about that time you shot Dimi the Twin." One of the doms was eager to engage with the don and thankfully chose his favorite topic– a story about himself. While Giacomo was setting the scene, Tak was about to make one… 

“Hm, Tak?,” you frantically whispered. You were fine with Tak’s warm hands sliding down over your thighs, but then he was pulling the latex of your skirt up and exposing you to your company. “What are you doing?” 

"Whatever I wanna do," he answered back loud enough for your couch neighbors to hear. "Think you can handle a little job for me, Kitten?" 

You clenched your thighs to put pressure where you needed it (and consequently trap one of his hands between them). You couldn't gather the sense to speak so you looked up at him and nodded. Tak's eyes were soft and dark as he finally pulled your skirt over your hips and helped you sit up. 

The first instruction he gave was nonverbal– a small thrust of his hips that forced you to direct your attention to the straining bulge of his pants. Your hands were shaking from excitement as you struggled to remove the button from its hole. Tak offered no help, he only smirked and admired the way your breast jiggled from the force of breaking the button free. 

As you slid your hand inside his underwear to free his cock, Tak's voice came low and sultry. "What I want you to do is take that pretty, little cunt of yours–" 

You gasped as his hand clamped around your throat to maneuver you up to your feet and to slide down onto his thick shaft. 

"-- and keep my cock nice…" he grunted as you clenched around him unexpectedly, "and warm." 

With trembling thighs and shaking breath, you forced yourself to relax at the sudden intrusion. Tak was big. As in: oh fuck I thought I could eat a foot long sandwich but it turns out 12 inches is way too much. You sink down three more inches on him and gasp as his girth stretches you further and further. The rough scrape of the calluses on his hands was the only thing keeping your soul tethered to your body but not for long. 

“OooOOOh fuuuuck!” 

Tak’s big hands gently hold you as his hips raised to insert the rest of his cock. Luckily, the thickest part of his cock was the middle and the rest passed with ease. Once he was fully sheathed, your eyes rolled back into your head and you almost, almost came from the exhilaration of it all. 

"Good girl, Kitten," Tak praised, "goood girl. Now stay just like that. Stay still." 

Stay still? Stay still?! How the hell were you supposed to stay still? Sure, for a minute or two you needed to adjust, but then? Then he was under you and inside of you, stretching you out with an appendage begging to be rode on. And he wanted you to just sit on it?! 

Good girls obey but this was torture. You tried laying on top of him for a while. He continued to make light conversation with your target and ignored the ache and squeeze of your wet canal. When laying against him became too hot to bear, you shifted back into the seated position making both of you groan. Tak put a hand on your belly in warning. 

One swivel of your hips and his cock dragged with sweet sweet relief just a tiny bit. You didn't move further and the doms went back to talking, although you definitely caught them looking at you. A chill went up your spine for a moment– you had forgotten about the hundreds of eyes around you– and yet you felt a sudden greedy pride at your position. 

You were Tak's little Kitten, no one else would take him like you were doing now. They couldn't because he was yours. At least for now. 

You're not sure how many dizzying minutes passed with you breathing in circles and meditating on the small discomfort of being stuffed full, but eventually, you yelped embarrassingly loud as Tak hooked a thick forearm around your waist and sat up. 

The first words he had said to you in an hour were whispered filth. "I'm so proud of you, Kitten, you did so good sitting on my cock. You ready to come on it now?" 

"Yes sir," your voice was scratchy as the desperation of your words clawed their way up your throat. "Please make me come." 

Tak's hold on your waist hardened and he held your legs open by hooking them over his knees. "Show these people how good I can make you feel." 

And just like that, there were suddenly three fingers rubbing circles and putting pressure on your neglected clit. You growled and whimpered at the onslaught of pleasure, hips bucking for more friction and fingers clawing at the arm holding you down. He wasn't going to let you ride him after all, but he was definitely going to make you come. 

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, sir!" You managed to wrap an arm around his broad shoulders to support yourself and inadvertently open him up to access your chest. He stopped touching you for only a second to rip your top down and expose your breasts, then dropped  his hand back to the task and sucked a nipple into his mouth. 

You were a babbling mess, the panties he pushed to the side were cutting into your thigh and you just needed a tiny bit more. Which is of course the exact moment Tak chose to bounce you lightly in his lap and finally give you what you needed to finish. And finish you did– with a massive scream. 

Your vision turned black with dancing stars, gravity shifted and your throat was raw as your entire being convulses. Wave after wave of pleasure assaulted you, brought you to the edge of consciousness before dialing back again. You were barely aware of your labored breathing or the electricity still firing through your body. 

You come back to reality with your face no more than a foot from the floor. Your breaths came in ragged form as you tried to remember where you were. The only thing grounding you is Tak's strong grip. Gently, he pulled out of you and cradled you to his chest as you came back down from your orgasm. 

"Sorry, sorry," he chuckled, "we didn't mean to interrupt. Go on, don, you were at the part where you had your gun drawn." 

The don looked flustered and Tak was a little surprised to intuit it was his fault. That is until he remembered one of the many wild things he had said earlier– that all of his subs had once been doms. Giacomo would have eaten Tak alive if he wasn't so hell bent on finishing his favorite power trip story. As he started talking again, Tak picked you up and pressed his lips to your ear. 

“My turn now, Kitten,” he whispered and delighted in the needy little whimper that bubbled up from your chest. “You ok if I do that?" 

Your body was hyper sensitive and aware of every texture that grazed  your skin from the rough and borderline painful pinch of your latex to the canvas material of his pants to the stubble on his chin and the hairs on his forearm. Still, you managed a weak nod and steeled yourself for what came next. 

Tak kissed your salty brow and gently maneuvered you to lay down on the floor. it was as you had predicted earlier a little sticky, but your head was too full of clouds to lift yourself off the ground or change your mind. The only thing supporting you was Tak's strong grip, holding you up on your knees and pulling his pants down to his midthigh. 

As his cock slid back inside you, you managed only a small pitiful moan and took it. Tak closed his eyes as he slid home, amazed at just how slick and stretched out you were for him. He leaned over the glass coffee table for support and glanced through it to find your fucked out face and taking mental inventory of the way your mouth hung open with a little drool spilling out. He was going to stop but gave one gentle, slow thrust to test the waters and watched your eyes roll back in pleasure and knew he couldn't. 

Don Giacomo rambled on but all either of you could think of was your earthly connection. 

Normally the deliberately slow pace that Rick had chosen would have done nothing for him, but this time he felt his pulse quicken and a familiar sensation creep up his spine. You were so pliable beneath him, taking everything he gave you and following his every order. Tak bit the inside of his cheek so hard he tasted copper and knew he was done for. 

It was mere minutes before Tak's almost loving thrusts stopped. You felt the man push into you as deep as he could to fill you up and your oversensitive pussy milked him greedily for all he had, even managing the own light, rhythmic flutter of a second orgasm that ripped a broken groan from your spent partner. 

The rest of the night passed on as a blur to you. You could recall being cradled to his broad chest, the feeling of his come spilling out between your thighs, and the cool night air on your sweaty skin when he carried you out of the club. 

When you opened your eyes and saw painted walls and soft cotton sheets on an unfamiliar bed, you reached out for him. "Tak? Where… where are we?" 

Tak shushed you and carefully divested you of your clothes and his own before carrying you into a fancy bathroom to a tub filled to the brim with bubbles. "Don't ever tell Poe I brought you here, he would freak." 

So in some high class hotel, Tak helped you unwind and ground yourself from that special sub headspace that he brought you to earlier. He massaged soap to your skin and peppered sweet kisses on your shoulder until intelligence, awareness, and control returned to you. Once you were finally able to hold your head up by yourself, Tak told you that you got the invite you were looking for. 

"You did such a good job for me, sweetheart," he whispered the praise in his gravelly voice and helped you dry off before depositing you back on the bed to turn out all the lights. 

You didn't speak until he was back in your arms and revelled in the way his warmth seeped into your bones and caused you to drift close to sleep in seconds. 

"Call me Kitten now, ok," you murmured from the edge of consciousness. 

You missed the way Tak smiled with abandon, and he dropped a quick kiss to your collarbone to hide his face from view. "Yes, Kitten." 

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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 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  ࣪៙͘⸳⭑ࣶࣸ   ֺ✦⸼࣪⸳

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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[madamevandeleur]

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[canonrpfinder]

Greetings! I’m 20+ (nb) searching for other 20+ rp partners for a few different fandoms. I do not mind writing for either character in any pairing below.

My preferred writing style is anywhere from semi to advanced lit/novella. I much prefer quality over quantity, though! I enjoy plots with nsfw, but it certainly isn’t mandatory! I don’t have many triggers either, just keep pedophilic stuff, any type of s/a, and heavy mentions of sh/svicid3 out of it.

My current hyper fixations are:

-Jujutsu Kaisen (satosugu, nanago, itafushi, inuokko)

-Attack on Titan (gallirei, jearmin, eremin, erejean, ererei, eremika, arumika)

-Trigun (vashwood, vashmeryl)

-Sk8 the Infinity (renga, matchablossom)

I enjoy au’s & canon divergent plot lines, I have a whole list of ideas to share if you don’t have anything specific in mind!

If you’re interested in any of these please interact and i’ll dm you 🐝

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[the-faceless-bride]

13 wishes

Camilo M. x reader

   ~🕯☀🐀🍘💬🐝👂🦎🐆🌷💪🏼🦋~

Summary✒ the Madrigals are taking a Family Vacation, well apart from Abuela who chose to watch over Encanto, the Family needs a break... However, the family ends up finding a new stranger who has a gift and a certain shapeshifter in the Madrigal family quickly helps the Stranger come together with his family...

((Part 1) I really missed writing for the Madrigals and this stupid chameleon )

      ~🕯☀🐀🍘💬🐝👂🦎🐆🌷💪🏼🦋~

The Family was taking a much-needed vacation, in a new small town with few problems.

Juliéta was happy to be in a new (temporary) kitchen to get messy and try new things without worrying about getting Casita all messy, Aústan was just happy to spend time with his family and not worry about the Bees... Mirabel was happy to share her dresses and fashion designs with new people, Luisa was happy to not use her gift and give her sore muscles a well-deserved break, and Isabela was ready to spread beautiful plants all around the town as thanks.

Pepa was so happy to finally be out and be able to see a whole new world and not worry about anything for once and that alone had a brightly colored rainbow above her head; Félix was happy to see his wife happy as he carried his youngest son on his back trying to answer as many of the "what's that!" Questions the youngest asked, Antonio was intrigued and mesmerized by the new world he was being brought into, Delores was ready to hear all the juicy gossip she could from the new town to gossip with her mamá, Camilo was ready to pull his charm, and perform every night as him and not shift into anyone, and people would cheer not because he was a Madrigal but because he was talented.

And Bruno was happy to be with his family and not have to worry about a single vision ruining the vacation or anyone's day.

Upon arriving the Madrigals were greeted with smiles and warm welcomes, and the Kids were happy to play with Antonio!

The young ladies all welcome Delores, Isabela, and Luisa into their groups and being complementing each other's dresses, hair, and overall beauty.

Mirabel was being complimented on her talents by the town's seamstress, being invited to make a dress or two.

The Mothers and Fathers of the Family were encouraged to have a date night all to themselves as they don't get those often any more.

Bruno was talking to the mice in the town and introducing his little furry friends.

And Camilo well, while he is welcome to perform he has already gotten the attention of some girls in the town...

While Camilo was trying to get his act together and simultaneously hiding from the awestruck girls of the town he tripped over a small object.

Looking down at the small object it looked to be made of glass, small crystals, and flowers? Rested at the bottom of the oddly shaped glass trinket, the golden chain was what caught his foot.

Camilo lifted the trinket closer to his face before trying to rub some of the dirt off of the glass to get a better look at the object in his soft hands when it glowed and started to shake and in shock Camilo dropped it.

But a hand from someone who hadn't been there a moment before caught the glass trinket.

"Hello, finder!" A cheery voice calls to him and he looks into the colorful eyes of the magical stranger, "where did you come from?" He asks awkwardly still shocked at the fact someone other than his family had gifts.

"You called for me!" The stranger answered lifting their hand and gesturing to the odd object in their hand.

"You found my trinket and for that, you get 13 wishes! No more no less! So use them wisely and remember to be very careful with what you wish for!" The stranger advised the awestruck boy. All the information took Camilo a moment to take in and comprehend.

"Wait. So I get 13 wishes, and get to wish for whatever I want?" Camilo says his excitement about the situation he found himself in, thinking of all the arepas he could ask for.

"Well, there are a few... Restrictions I have put in place." The stranger plays with their fingers as they lean away from the boy. Before grabbing his Ruana and pulling him in close till they were face to face only a few inches away, "RULE NUMBER ONE!" the stranger exclaimed staring into his eyes "tell NO ONE! About the trinket and how you are currently the holder of it! Or how many wishes you have used!!" Camilo gulps as the stranger loosens their grip on him and pulls away slightly, "RULE NUMBER TWO!" The stranger's voice rises again, "I can't make anyone fall in love with anybody else"- the stranger poofs next to Camilo placing a loud kiss on his cheek- " just a little kissy there!" The stranger teased before the moved to grasp his shoulder, "oh, and I can't kill anybody or bring anyone back from the dead." The stranger just looks into his eyes with a big smile after saying that and it made Camilo shiver in slight fear.

Before breaking eye contact with Camilo, "but anything other than that, you got it." The stranger sighs, Camilo thinks for a moment looking around him and noticing it has gotten dark out Camilo decides to put the stranger to the test.

"Well, I don't know. Those rules seem to be pretty simple things and you can't even do that! I doubt you would even be able to bring me back to my mamí and Papí in the town over." He looks to his side in fake disinterest making the stranger glare at him, "oh you want proof? I'll give ya' proof pretty boy!!" And just like that Camilo was momentarily blinded by a light before he was in front of his family,

"How's THAT for proof!" The stranger yells in his face and Camilo hums "so about those 13 wishes?" Camilo asks ignoring his family that stood watching in confusion, "hmm? I'm sorry what was that? Does mine ears deceive me? 13? You are down to 12 BOY!"

"Ah! I never wished to be back with my familia you did that all on your own for me!" Camilo smirked.

The stranger paused...

"Well, don't I feel sheepish..." The stranger shies away from the Smug boy, "fine I will take the blame for that one, you bad boy! But no. More. Freebies!"

Camilo thinks for a moment, "deal."

 

His family who had just witnessed this stranger just poof into existence along with the boy they had been looking for to say they were shocked was an understatement.

And after a long explanation, they had many questions for the stranger.

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It had been a few days and you and Camilo had only gotten closer, especially after a certain talk you both had late one night...

"Man only three wishes left, wish I hadn't spent most of 'em of food..." Camilo hints at the stranger, "nice try, but not takebacks for wishes."

Camilo snaps his fingers with an exaggerated huff "worth a shot." You and Camilo look up at the night sky, he would be going home soon and he wanted to make his last wishes good.

"What would you wish for?" Camilo asks...you pause no one had ever asked you that before you were genuinely stumped...

"Umm, maybe to be able to make wishes for me..."

Camilo looks at you, "what do you mean?"

"Well, I can't make wishes for me. Like wishes that would benefit me in any way. I'm just forever meant to do what the finder wants me to, no matter how I feel about it. To be able to say no, or make my own wishes come true... That would be what I would wish for..."

Camilo looks at you with stars in his eyes, watching you at that moment. Seeing you so passionate about what you want, made his heart skip a beat.

Camilo smiled, and he scooted himself to you; he knew what his very last wish was going to be for sure... No matter what.

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over ⚠ and over 👏👏👏 the pheromones 😖🤭🧬 the overwhelming 🎆🧨🤯🤯😵😵🥵 harmony ✨✨✨✨🎭⚖🌌 consuming 🍴😮🍖🍖🌶🥪 the colony 👷‍♂️👷‍♂️👷‍♀️ creating ✏✏✒✏📜🥁🎷🎺🎸 its own gravity 🧲🧲🧲🔮 before we knew it 🤨🤨⁉⁉⚠ we became 💥💥💥 a hurricane 🌀🌀🌀🎉🎉🎠🎰🌌🌌🌌🌟🌟🌟🌠💫💫💫💫💫😶 and the bugs 🐛🐝🦋🐞🦟 who laughed 😂🤣🤣😆🥳🤭 got blown away 💣🤯🧨 as we proclaimed 🔊🔇+🗣📢📢📣📣📣📣🎙🎤 the circle ⭕ rules 📐 your life 🌱

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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 �� 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)

Estoy pensando en hacer paletas de rol

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Challenge: Drawing D&D classes - Topic 6 - Druid 1

🐝 Druid Classic from the Circle of the Earth.🐝

Race: Hill Dwarf Background: Craftsman (or hermit)

📗 Backstory: For the first **twenty years of my life I was a blacksmith and worked in a fortress, but I never enjoyed it. As a result, on one of his rare trips with his clan, he got to the surface and was stunned by the complexity of the surrounding nature, which stretched beyond the boundaries of the forges and adits. Having returned, after some time he realized that nothing was holding him in the fortress. He was not talented and was not diligent in what he did not like, so he left the fortress and began to live in the forest, contemplating nature and learning to live according to its laws. I started an apiary and learned how to raise bees. From time to time he went on journeys to gain new knowledge.

✒ Character: Peace-loving, does not like forced, unnatural training and is generally quite slow, but whatever he does, he does it thoroughly. He understands humor a little, never gets bored in his company, and has difficulty changing his decisions.

🪢 Skills: In a sense, a jack of all trades in everyday matters. He knows how to work with ore to create weapons, but does not like to do it. A major specialist in honey, bees and similar insects. Good hearing. ✨ Features: Behind his back is a staff with a small Hive in which live the bees he bred with his own hands. Both the bee staff and the bees themselves can be used in battle (1d4 piercing damage, for now 😅). The ax was the only weapon that he took with him when he left the fortress, and since then he has served the druid faithfully.

Gestalt is closed - I ended up with a muscular, middle-aged man of atypical physique, we can go back to the girls (spoiler)

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🐝 Друид Классический из Круга Земли.🐝

Раса: Холмовой Дварф Предыстория: Ремесленник (или отшельник)

📗 Предыстория: Первые **ндцать лет своей жизни был кузнецом и работал в крепости но никогда не получал от этого удовольствие. В итоге в одном редких из походов со своим кланом выбрался на поверхность и был ошеломлён сложностью окружающей его природы, что простиралась за границами кузниц и штолен. Вернувшись, через некоторое время он понял, что в крепости его ничто не держит. Он не был талантлив и не был усерден в том, что ему не нравилось, так что он покинул крепость и стал жить в лесу, созерцая природу и учась жить по ее законам. Завел себе пасеку, научился разводить пчёл. Периодически пускался в странствия за новыми познаниями.

✒ Характер: Миролюбивый, недолюбливает насильное, неестественное обучение и в целом довольно медлителен, но что бы не делал - делает основательно. Туговато понимает юмор, никогда не скучает в своем обществе, с трудом меняет свои решения.

🪢 Навыки: В каком-то смысле мастер на все руки в бытовых вопросах. Умеет работать с рудой создавать оружие но не любит этого делать. Крупный специалист по мёду, пчёлам и аналогичным насекомым. Хороший слух.

✨ Особенности: За спиной посох с маленьким Ульем, в котором живут собственноручно выведенные им пчёлы. И пчелиный посох и самих пчёл может использовать в бою (1д4 колющего урона, пока 😅 ). Топор был единственным орудием, который он забрал с собой когда покидал крепость и с тех пор он служит друиду верой и правдой.

Гештальт закрыт - у меня получился мускулистый немолодой мужчина нетипичного телосложения, можно возвращаться к девочкам (спойлер)

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Joe Keery Character Masterlist

Main Masterlist

This is a collection of my all of my fics written as pairings for Joe Keery’s characters. All NSFW fics are marked as SMUT!

This list is currently just Kinktober prompts, however I am actively writing new Keery and Quinn fics as we speak!

Reader Insert Fics

Steve Harrington from Stranger Things (2014-present)

Day Four: Breathplay & Missionary | 2.5k words 🔥SMUT🔥 | you are sexually repressed and obsessed with Steve Harrington

Clinomania | 2.5k words 🔥 SMUT 🔥 | You're having trouble leaving the comfort of your bed, but best boyfriend Steve is happy to start Valentine's Day anywhere

My Big Shot, My Star | 5.6k words 🔥SMUT🔥 | Your movie star boyfriend Steve takes you out for a date on Valentine's day in Hollywood

Day Seven: Costumes & Sex Toys | 2.5k words 🔥SMUT🔥 | Steve gives subbing for his girlfriend (you) in a dress one more time

Day Eight: Creampie | 1.6k words 🔥SMUT🔥 | riding your boyfriend Steve in his parent's garage

Day Nine: Double Penetration (+ Eddie Munson) | 3.6k words 🔥SMUT🔥 | you and your boyfriend Steve take Eddie to a secluded campsite with a sexy ulterior motive

Day Eighteen: Bondage & Lingerie (+ Eddie Munson) | 4.2k words 🔥SMUT🔥 | you and your boyfriends Eddie and Steve roleplay a darker version of your D&D characters

Day Twenty Three: Orgasm Denial | 1.6k words 🔥SMUT🔥 | tutoring your high school crush Steve in your college dorm room

Kurt Kunkle from Spree (2020)

Day Fourteen: Love Bites/Marks | 2.2k words 🔥SMUT🔥 | helping the Kunkles move and playing a super perverted game with their adult son

Fire Hazard | 5.3k words 🔥SMUT🔥 | It's Valentine's Day and you are having second thoughts about what you want from your boyfriend

Day Twelve: Hate/Angry Sex | 1.9k words 🔥SMUT🔥 | alone with a dangerous, bored, and very horny convicted murder

Day Twenty One: Nipple Play | 2.5k words 🔥SMUT🔥 | sequel to Day 14; getting braver with your game and touching each other with his parents in the room

Day Twenty Two: Object Insertion & Phone Sex | 2.6k words 🔥SMUT🔥 | Camboy sub Kurt preforms a special livestream

Day Twenty Five: Sex Pollen | 4k words 🔥SMUT🔥 | Kurt contracts a temporary medical condition, and as his best friend, you are determined to help him through it

Day Twenty Eight: Formal Wear & Strap-Ons | 2k words 🔥SMUT🔥 | getting kinky at an influencer costume party

Stuck | 2.3k words 🔥SMUT🔥 | you drop something and get stuck grabbing it, but your boyfriend Kurt's here to give you a hand (and then some)

Walter "Keys" McKeys from Free Guy (2021)

Day Fifteen: Overstimulation | 2.3k words 🔥SMUT🔥 | you and your boyfriend Keys do some semi-public sex shit at the office

Getting Off | 3.5k words 🔥SMUT🔥 | The "cop" arresting you is wearing a cock ring and you get out of trouble by bending over for him

Day Five: Leather/Latex | 1.1k words 🔥SMUT🔥 | Keys gets some one-on-one with his favorite camgirl

Day Seventeen: Licking | 2.2k words 🔥SMUT🔥 | Keys pays for the girlfriend experience

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Day Twenty Six: Wax Play | 3.8k words 🔥SMUT🔥 | Keys is nervous about a date and asks for help with some hair removal

Nurse Jack from Alter's How To Be Alone (short film 2020)

Spicing Things Up | 5.3k words 🔥SMUT🔥 | You introduce your boyfriend Jack to your extraterrestrial appendages

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Of every emoji (on my keyboard that seems to not have half of the emojis most do)

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Why si the 🏺.emojo at the end of the ood section isnt it an urn

HHELP ME THE URN EMOJI AT THE END snyways [THUNDEROUS APPLAUSE]

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sometimes I forget that you can emoji 😀😁😂🤣😃😄😅😆😉😊😋😎😍😘🥰😗😙😚☺️🙂🤗🤩🤔🤨😐😑😶🙄😏😣😥😮🤐😯😪😫😴😌😛😜😝🤤😒😓😔😕🙃🤑😲☹🙁😖😞😟😤😢😭😦😧😨😩🤯😬😰😱🥵🥶😳🤪😵😡😠🤬😷🤒🤕🤢🤮🤧😇🤠🥳🥴🥺🤥🤫🤭🧐🤓☻😈👿🤡👹👺💀☠👻👽👾🤖💩😺😸😹😻😼😽🙀😿😾🙈🙉🙊👶🧒👦👧🧑👨👩🧓👴👵👨‍⚕️👩‍⚕️👨‍🎓👩‍🎓👨‍🏫👩‍🏫👨‍⚖👩‍⚖👨‍🌾👩‍🌾👨‍🍳👩‍🍳👨‍🔧👩‍🔧👨‍🏭👩‍🏭👨‍💼👩‍💼👨‍🔬👩‍🔬👨‍💻👩‍💻👨‍🎤👩‍🎤👨‍🎨👩‍🎨👨‍✈️👩‍✈️👨‍🚀👩‍🚀👨‍🚒👩‍🚒👮‍♂️👮‍♀️🕵️‍♂️🕵️‍♀️💂‍♂️💂‍♀️👷‍♂️👷‍♀️🤴👸👳‍♂️👳‍♀️👲🧕🧔👱‍♂️👱‍♀️👨‍🦰👩‍🦰👨‍🦱👩‍🦱👨‍🦳👩‍🦳👨‍🦲👩‍🦲🤵👰🤰🤱👼🎅🤶🦸‍♂️🦸‍♀️🦹‍♂️🦹‍♀️🧙‍♂️🧙‍♀️🧚‍♂️🧚‍♀️🧛‍♂️🧛‍♀️🧜‍♂️🧜‍♀️🧝‍♂️🧝‍♀️🧞‍♂️🧞‍♀️🧟‍♂️🧟‍♀️🙍‍♂️🙍‍♀️🙎‍♂️🙎‍♀️🙅‍♂️🙅‍♀️🙆‍♂️🙆‍♀️💁‍♂️💁‍♀️🙋‍♂️🙋‍♀️🙇‍♂️🙇‍♀️🤦‍♂️🤦‍♀️🤷‍♂️🤷‍♀️💆‍♂️💆‍♀️💇‍♂️💇‍♀️🚶‍♂️🚶‍♀️🏃‍♂️🏃‍♀️🕺💃👯‍♂️👯‍♀️🧖‍♂️🧖‍♀️🧗‍♂️🧗‍♀️🧘‍♂️🧘‍♀️🛀🛌🕴🗣👤👥🤺🏇⛷🏂🏌️‍♂️🏌️‍♀️🏄‍♂️🏄‍♀️🚣‍♂️🚣‍♀️🏊‍♂️🏊‍♀️⛹️‍♂️⛹️‍♀️🏋️‍♂️🏋️‍♀️🚴‍♂️🚴‍♀️🚵‍♂️🚵‍♀️🏎🏍🤸‍♂️🤸‍♀️🤼‍♂️🤼‍♀️🤽‍♂️🤽‍♀️🤾‍♂️🤾‍♀️🤹‍♂️🤹‍♀️👫👬👭💏💑👪👨‍👩‍👧👨‍👩‍👧‍👦👨‍👩‍👦‍👦👨‍👩‍👧‍👧👨‍👦👨‍👦‍👦👨‍👧👨‍👧‍👦👨‍👧‍👧👩‍👦👩‍👦‍👦👩‍👧👩‍👧‍👦👩‍👧‍👧🤳💪🦵🦶👈👉☝️👆🖕👇✌🤞🖖🤘🤙🖐✋👌👍👎✊👊🤛🤜🤚👋🤟✍👏👐🙌🤲🙏🤝💅🏿👂👃👣👀👁🧠🦴🦷👅👄🦰🦱🦳🦲💋💘💝💖💗💓💞💕💌❣💔❤🧡💛💚💙💜🖤💟💤💢💣💥💦💨💫💬🗨🗯💭🕳👓🕶🥽🥼👔👕👖🧣🧤🧥🧦👗👘👙👚👛👜👝🛍🎒👞👟🥾🥿👠👡👢👑👒🎩🎓🧢⛑📿💄💍💎🐵🐒🦍🐶🐕🐩🐺🦊🦝🐱🐈🦁🐯🐅🐆🐴🐎🦄🦓🦌🐮🐂🐃🐄🐷🐖🐗🐽🐏🐑🐐🐪🐫🦙🦒🐘🦏🦛🐭🐁🐀🐹🐰🐇🐿🦔🦇🐻🐨🐼🦘🦡🐾🦃🐔🐓🐣🐤🐥🐦🐧🕊🦅🦆🦢🦉🦚🦜🐸🐊🐢🦎🐍🐲🐉🦕🦖🐳🐋🐬🐟🐠🐡🦈🐙🐚🦀🦞🦐🦑🐌🦋🐛🐜🐝🐞🦗🕷🕸🦂🦟🦠💐🌸💮🏵🌹🥀🌺🌻🌼🌷⚘🌱🌲🌳🌴🌵🌾🌿☘🍀🍁🍂🍃🍇🍈🍉🍊🍋🍌🍍🥝🍎🍏🍐🍑🍒🍓🥝🍅🥥🥑🍆🥔🥕🌽🍞🥒🥬🥦🍄🥜🧀🍖🍗🥩🥓🍔🍟🍕🌭🥪🌮🌯🥙🥚🍳🥘🍲🥣🥗🍿🧂🥫🍱🍘🍙🍚🍛🍜🍝🍠🍢🍣🍤🍥🥮🍡🥟🥠🥡🍦🍧🍨🍩🍪🎂🍰🧁🥧🍫🍬🍭🍮🍯🍼🥛☕🍵🥂🍾🍷🍸🍹🍺🍻🥂🥃🥤🥢🍽🍴🥄🔪🏺🎃🎄🎆🎇🧨✨🎈🎉🎊🎋🎍🎎🎏🎐🎑🧧🎀🎁🎗🎟🎫🎖🏆🏅🥇🥈🥉⚽️⚾️🥎🏀🏐🏈🏉🎾🥏🎳🏏🏑🏒🥍🏓🏸🥊🥋🥅⛳⛸🎣🎽🎿🛷🥌🎯🎱🔮🧿🎮🕹🎰🎲🧩🧸♠️♥️♦️♣️♟🃏🀄🎴🎭🖼🎨🧵🧶🌍🌎🌏🌐🗺🧭🏔⛰🌋🗻🏕🏖🏜🏝🏞🏟🏛🏗🧱🏘🏚🏠🏡🏢🏣🏤🏥🏦🏨🏩🏪🏫🏬🏭🏯🏰💒🗼🗽⛪🕌🕍⛩🕋⛲⛺🌁🌃🏙🌄🌅🌆🌇🌉♨️🌌🎠🎡🎢💈🎪🚂🚃🚄🚅🚆🚇🚈🚉🚊🚝🚞🚋🚌🚍🚎🚐🚑🚒🚓🚔🚕🚖🚗🚘🚙🚚🚛🚜🚲🛴🛹🛵🚏🛣🛤🛢⛽🚨🚥🚦🛑🚧⚓⛵🛶🚤🛳⛴🛥🚢✈🛩🛫🛬💺🚁🚟🚠🚡🛰🚀🛸🛎🧳⌛⏳⌚⏰⏱⏲🕰🕛🕧🕐🕜🕑🕝🕒🕞🕓🕟🕔🕠🕕🕡🕖🕢🕗🕣🕘🕤🕙🕥🕚🕦🌑🌒🌓🌔🌕🌖🌗🌘🌙🌚🌛🌜🌡☀️🌝🌞⭐🌟🌠☁️⛅⛈🌤🌥🌦🌧🌨🌩🌪🌫🌬🌀🌈🌂☂️☔⛱⚡❄☃️⛄☄🔥💧🌊🔇🔈🔉🔊📢📣📯🔔🔕🎼🎵🎶🎙🎚🎛🎤🎧📻🎷🎸🎹🎺🎻🥁📱📲☎️📞📟📠🔋🔌💻🖥🖨⌨🖱🖲💽💾💿📀🧮🎥🎞📽🎬📺📷📸📹📼🔍🔎🕯💡🔦🏮📔📕📖📗📘📙📚📓📒📃📜📄📰🗞📑🔖🏷💰💴💵💶💷💸💳🧾💱💲✉📧📨📩📤📥📦📫📪📬📭📮🗳✏✒🖋🖊🖌🖍📝💼📁📂🗂📅📆🗒🗓📇📈📉📊📋📌📍📎🖇📏📐✂️🗃🗄🗑🔒🔓🔏🔐🔑🗝🔨⛏⚒🛠🗡⚔🔫🏹🛡🔧🔩⚙🗜⚖🔗⛓🧰🧲⚗🧪🧫🧬🔬🔭📡💉💊🚪🛏🛋🚽🚿🛁🧴🧷🧹🧺🧻🧼🧽🧯🛒🚬⚰⚱🗿🏧🚮🚰♿🚹🚺🚻🚼🚾🛂🛃🛄🛅⚠️🚸⛔🚫🚳🚭🚯🚱🚷📵🔞☢☣⬆️↗️➡️↘️⬇️↙️⬅️↖️↕️↔️↩↪⤴️⤵️🔃🔄🔙🔚🔛🔜🔝🛐⚛🕉✡☸☯️✝️☦☪️☮🕎🔯♈♉♊♋♌♍♎♏♐♑♒♓⛎🔀🔁🔂▶️⏩⏭⏯◀️⏪⏮🔼⏫🔽⏬⏸⏹⏺⏏🎦🔅🔆📶📳📴♀️♂️⚕♾♻️⚜🔱📛🔰⭕✅☑✔✖❌❎➕➖➗➰➿〽️✳✴❇‼⁉️❓❔❕❗〰️©️®️™️#️⃣*️⃣0️⃣1️⃣2️⃣3️⃣4️⃣5️⃣6️⃣7️⃣8️⃣9️⃣🔟💯🔠🔡🔢🔣🔤🅰️🆎️🅱️🆑️🆒️🆓️ℹ🆔️Ⓜ️🆕️🆖️🅾️🆗️🅿️🆘️🆙️🈁️🈁️🈂️🈷️🈶️🈯️🉐️🈹️🈚️🈲️🉑️🈸️🈴️🈳️㊗️㊙️🈺️🈵️🔴🔵⚪⚫⬜⬛◼◻◽◾▫️▪️🔶️🔷️🔸️🔹️🔺️🔻💠🔘🔲🔳🏁🚩🏴🏳🏳️‍🌈🏴‍☠️🇦🇨🇦🇩🇦🇪🇦🇫🇦🇬🇦🇮🇦🇱🇦🇲🇦🇴🇦🇶🇦🇷🇦🇸🇦🇹🇦🇺🇦🇼🇦🇽🇦🇿🇧🇦🇧🇧🇧🇩🇧🇪🇧🇫🇧🇬🇧🇭🇧🇮🇧🇯🇧🇱🇧🇲🇧🇳🇧🇴🇧🇶🇧🇷🇧🇸🇧🇹🇧🇻🇧🇼🇧🇾🇧🇿🇨🇦🇨🇨🇨🇩🇨🇫🇨🇬🇨🇭🇨🇮🇨🇰🇨🇱🇨🇲🇨🇳🇨🇴🇨🇵🇨🇷🇨🇺🇨🇻🇨🇼🇨🇽🇨🇾🇨🇿🇩🇪🇩🇬🇩🇯🇩🇰🇩🇲🇩🇴🇩🇿🇪🇦🇪🇨🇪🇪🇪🇬🇪🇭🇪🇷🇪🇸🇪🇹🇪🇺🇫🇮🇫🇯🇫🇰🇫🇲🇫🇴🇫🇷🇬🇦🇬🇧🇬🇩🇬🇪🇬🇫🇬🇬🇬🇭🇬🇮🇬🇱🇬🇲🇬🇳🇬🇵🇬🇶🇬🇷🇬🇸🇬🇹🇬🇺🇬🇼🇬🇾🇭🇰🇭🇲🇭🇳🇭🇷🇭🇹🇭🇺🇮🇨🇮🇩🇮🇪🇮🇱🇮🇲🇮🇳🇮🇴🇮🇶🇮🇷🇮🇸🇮🇹🇯🇪🇯🇲🇯🇴🇯🇵🇰🇪🇰🇬🇰🇭🇰🇮🇰🇲🇰🇳🇰🇵🇰🇷🇰🇼🇰🇾🇰🇿🇱🇦🇱🇧🇱🇨🇱🇮🇱🇰🇱🇷🇱🇸🇱🇹🇱🇺🇱🇻🇱🇾🇲🇦🇲🇨🇲🇩🇲🇪🇲🇫🇲🇬🇲🇭🇲🇰🇲🇱🇲🇲🇲🇳🇲🇴🇲🇵🇲🇶🇲🇷🇲🇸🇲🇹🇲🇺🇲🇻🇲🇼🇲🇽🇲🇾🇲🇿🇳🇦🇳🇨🇳🇪🇳🇫🇳🇬🇳🇮🇵🇦🇳🇴🇳🇵🇳🇷🇳🇺🇳🇿🇴🇲🇵🇦🇵🇪🇵🇫🇵🇬🇵🇭🇵🇰🇵🇱🇵🇲🇵🇳🇵🇷🇵🇸🇵🇹🇵🇼🇵🇾🇶🇦🇷🇪🇷🇴🇷🇸🇷🇺🇷🇼🇸🇦🇸🇧🇸🇨🇸🇩🇸🇪🇸🇬🇸🇭🇸🇮🇸🇯🇸🇰🇸🇱🇸🇲🇸🇳🇸🇴🇸🇷🇸🇸🇸🇹🇸🇻🇸🇽🇸🇾🇸🇿🇹🇦🇹🇨🇹🇩🇹🇫🇹🇬🇹🇭🇹🇯🇹🇰🇹🇱🇹🇲🇹🇳🇹🇴🇹🇷🇹🇹🇹🇻🇹🇼🇹🇿🇺🇦🇺🇬🇺🇳🇺🇸🇺🇾🇺🇿🇻🇦🇻🇨🇻🇪🇻🇬🇻🇮🇻🇳🇻🇺🇼🇫🇼🇸🇽🇰🇾🇪🇾🇹🇿🇦🇿🇲🇿🇼🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿

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