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Hearts:♡ᰔᰔᩚෆʚɞღდლএঞଓᜊᥫ᭡ꨄஐᦗ Stars:☆★٭*𖤐✰✩✪✫✬✭✮✯ Flowers:✿❀❁ Stylish Name Dividers: ◦•●◉✿ 𝑡𝑒𝑥𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒✿◉●•◦ ༻꫞ 𝑡𝑒𝑥𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 ꫞༺ დ .•*””*• 𝑡𝑒𝑥𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 •*””*•.დ ◌⑅⃝●♡⋆♡ 𝑡𝑒𝑥𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 ♡⋆♡●⑅⃝◌ ༺ღ༒ 𝑡𝑒𝑥𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 ༒ღ༻ .•♫•♬• 𝑡𝑒𝑥𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 •♬•♫•. **✿❀ 𝑡𝑒𝑥𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 ❀✿** **•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ 𝑡𝑒𝑥𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚* ‧͙⁺˚*・༓☾ 𝑡𝑒𝑥𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 ☽༓・*˚⁺‧͙ ♡*♡∞:。.。 𝑡𝑒𝑥𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 。.。:∞♡*♡ ─────────ೋღ 𝑡𝑒𝑥𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 ღೋ─────────
🌺•~Name~•🌺 ✨•Name•✨ ❄️🌨️~Name- ✰⁂Name✮✯✭ ❇꙰࿏✲ᕯName |≡;- ꒰ °Name ꒱✧・゚ ⋆ ˚。⋆୨Name୧˚﹥*: .•*'༉‧name𓇻 ;- ꒰ °Name ꒱✧・゚ Bio ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆。 ˚hello!~ ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.Name ִֶָ☾.✩°。⋆⸜Contents don't repost my Vids ˚₊‧⁺˖⋆˙⟡♡Name 🌈🐸🩹pronounce ❝ [] ¡! ❞. Personality Don't repost ִ
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‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・🪁・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵ a̶b̶o̶u̶t̶ m̶e̶ ➜` 🧮 ꒦꒷age ;; ➜` 🧃 ꒦꒷name ;; ➜` 🛼 ꒦꒷zodiac ;; ➜` 🍄 ꒦꒷country ;; ➜` 💿 ꒦꒷besties, 4lifers, etc ;; »»————- ➴ ————-«
✨🦋~ hi, I’m (your name) ! 🫧🌺 ABOUT 🌺🫧 🌸⭐️ fav colors: 💐☁️ style: 🍄🌈 fav food: 🧃🛹 hobbies: 🛼🎨 • OTHER STUFF! • 🎨🛼 🌷✨ my group: 🎧🍭 you are amazing just the way you are 🍧💚 I’m not WEIRD I’m just more CREATIVE than you STAY AMAZING!!! -🦋🌈 (your name) out! (BIO BY FLOWERPETAL_BLISS ON ROBLOX)
🕊️•𝒴ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝒯ℯ𝓍𝓉 ℋℯ𝓇ℯ•🕊️ 🌸•𝒴ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝒯ℯ𝓍𝓉 ℋℯ𝓇ℯ•🌸 🦋•𝒴ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝒯ℯ𝓍𝓉 ℋℯ𝓇ℯ•🦋 🎧✩°。⋆⸜✧˖°🌷📎⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚ ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.⋆。゚☁︎。⋆。 ゚ ☾ ゚。⋆⋆。゚☁︎。⋆。 ゚☾ ゚。⋆ #𝕔𝕦𝕥𝕖 #𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕖 #𝕒𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕔 #𝕣𝕦𝕓𝕪 #𝕒𝕣𝕥 #𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕖 #𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕛𝕚 #𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 #𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕫𝕚𝕟𝕘 #𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 🦋💗🌸🍀🍄🌷⚡️🐻‍❄️🐥🍂 🌿🌹✨⭐️🌈🍉🥨🎀🎊❣️
。⁺˚⋆。°✩₊
🐸🍄✨🧿
💿🍄🐸🎨🩹🧷
♡⸝⸝˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚‎‧₊˚✧[text]✧˚₊‧˚。⋆୨୧˚⋆⑅˚₊✧˖°˚。⋆୨୧˚₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ゚.˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗⋆。˚˚୨୧⋆。˚˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗✧˖°₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ゚.₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ゚.
👻🗡️⛓️𝓐𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷⛓️🚬🩸🔥
୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚⸜(。˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝🤍🎀🧸🌷🍭ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ʚɞ☆⋆。𖦹°‧★໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა⋆ ˚。⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚。⋆🦢🩰🎧🪞💌ִ ࣪𖤐✧˖°⋆.ೃ࿔*:・‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡•⩊•𓇢𓆸"૮₍ ˶•⤙•˶ ₎ა‎‧₊˚✧[text]✧˚₊‧𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊₊˚ෆ𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🐇 / ⋆ ۪•ᴗ•☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა(∩˃o˂∩)♡✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧૮ ˙Ⱉ˙ ა rawr!⋆ ˚。 ⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚。 ⋆(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧˚ ༘`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹꒰ᐢ. ̫ .ᐢ꒱୧ ‧₊˚ 🎐 ⋅˚ ༘ ೀ⋆。 ˚⊹˚. ♡(❀❛ ֊ ❛„)♡(づ๑•ᴗ•๑)づ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ε(´。•᎑•`)っ 💕◟( ˃̶͈◡ ˂̶͈ )◞૮₍´˶• . • ⑅ ₎ა ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙૮₍•᷄ ࡇ •᷅₎ა(❀´ ˘ `❀)✧˚ ༘ ⋆。♡˚🕊 ˚✧ ₊˚ʚ𓆩♡𓆪
*:・゚✧*:・゚✧_{ 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 }_*:・゚✧*:・゚✧
→ notification center ─── ⋆⋅ 🫧⋅⋆ ─── ✉️ - messages:: 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 from (your name) 📞- facetime:: missed call ─── ⋆⋅ 🌱 ⋅⋆ ─── 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞? ✉️ 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . . ⋘ 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭…. ⋙ ☁️zzz.. (your name) 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠... 🐸 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐝 ꒰𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐨! 🍭 ~ 🐄 follow me!! :: 🫧 ❛❛,,there is something good in every day,,❜❜ [🧷] [ 🌈 ] [🍄] .. 🌱 ➵ ꒰ - 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐨! ꒱ 🌱 [𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬] :: ⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯ 💿𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐭🌱 🌈𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 enough 🐸 🧃𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐞🪲 xoxo, (your name)! ✉️ bio creds to k3nziesocean on rblx
⠀ (\__/) (•ㅅ•) You are a _ノヽ ノ\_ bad influence `/ `/ ⌒Y⌒ Y ヽ on my child. (  (三ヽ人  /  | | ノ⌒\  ̄ ̄ヽ ノ ヽ___>、__/ |( 王 ノ〈 (\__/) /ミ`ー―彡\ (•ㅅ•) / ╰ ╯ \ / \>
🤍🍄🦋🧚🏼🌿🌞🌚💫🍓✨🌱💛🧿🐣🌈📸🎨🖼️
𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒃𝒚 𝒔𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆?? 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐??? 𝒔𝒉𝒖𝒕 𝒖𝒑 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒕 𝟏𝟓, 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒖𝒑 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒏 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕, 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒊 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒚𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒌𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒌𝒊𝒅𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒏. -𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒏
˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗your bias name𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒₊˚*ੈ♡⸝⸝🪐༘ 🌺i <3 your bias name𓍢ִ໋✩°。⋆⸜ 🎧✮ 𓍢ִ໋🌷stay safe✧˖°ʚ🍓ɞ♡ ˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘⋆(your bias name fp)𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ daily #your bias name fee˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ─you loved─ ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗your name 𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒welcome daily #ur bias name feed‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡
💕💖💗💝🦄🐇🐛🐞🌸🌻🌼🌷🍀🧇🧃🧁🍓🥞🍦🍧🍨🍩🍪🎂🍰🍫🍬🍭🍼🥛🎨⚽⚾🧩🪀🪁🥁🖍🔫🧸🎠🚲🌈🎈🎉🎊🎀🤹🩰🧸🪁🧃🦄🥱🥺🤗💕😴😊👋🙌👐🐶🐱🦄🦋🧃🍓🍪🍼🚂🚀🪀🪁🖍🧸🌈🥺🐸🍄🦖🪐🧃🖍🧷🦋✨🧃🌈🐸🩹🦖🛸🌈🪀🐸🎪🧸🪁🍄🩹🛹🛴💤🧷🪀🪁🎂🍫🍬🍭🥛🎨🚂🧩🥁🦋🐛🐞🎈🔫🧸🍼🪀🦕🎀🧃🍡🍭🧸🎀🌸🍡🍰🌈🧃🍓🍦✨🌷🍮🐾🩹🍨🎀🍓🍄
ᶠYͧoͨᵏu‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡༒︎
There is a genocide occuring in Palestine (فلسطين) and we are accomplices, whether we are muslim or white, and us as people should abandon porn, and follow in the path of Rasulallah SWT to reunite the islamic ummah, and save palestinians, syrians, yemenis, iraqis, uyghurs, kashmiris, sudanese, and all other muslim nations in crisis, الله اكبر 🇵🇸🇾🇪
૮ • ﻌ - ა⁩ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡૮ ˙Ⱉ˙ ა rawr!₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ゚ .(❀❛ ֊ ❛„)♡ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა˖ ⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ ☆૮꒰•༝ •。꒱ა 𓆩♡𓆪𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒🧸𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ ε(´。•᎑•`)っ 💕૮₍´。ᵔ ꈊ ᵔ。`₎ა 🃜🃚🃖🃁🂭🂺૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡"૮₍ ˶•⤙•˶ ₎ა♡ /ᐠ. 。.ᐟ\ᵐᵉᵒʷˎˊ ˗૮ ˙Ⱉ˙ ა rawr! 𐙚૮ • ﻌ - ა₊ ˚⊹♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ₊ ˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ゚ .૮₍´˶• . • ⑅ ₎ა૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა ૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚(❀❛ ֊ ❛„)♡‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹ ♡⋆.ೃ࿔*:・/ᐠ. 。.ᐟ\ᵐᵉᵒʷˎˊ˗
.ೀ⋆。🌷-`♡´-🎧
🔮🍃🧿🍄🌚🌝🌞🌻🐛🎋☁️🌜🌛💿✨🧃🌈😀🐸🎨🧷🧚🏻‍♀️🐞⛓️🍼🌿🦚🦟🌺🌸🌼 ☁️🍭💙🦋👑🐳🐬🥑💛📆📅🛁📝🐙🦎🌵🍉🍭🛍🎁💚💜🎒🖌️🎈🌱💫🛹🥝👙🧩
💿🌈🍄♡~ name ~♡🍄🌈💿
nah I'm trying to find cute symbols but I keep seeing y'all getting mad at others for telling y'all to stop posting nsfw😭 like gtfo this ain't a p*rn website💀
🩹🍄🌿💿🦋
.ೀ⋆。🌷RIA-`♡´-
💿🩹🌱🧷🌿🌈✨🦋🌷
🍭🍄🦋🌈🌱🍄🧿
→ notification center ─── ⋆⋅ 🫧⋅⋆ ─── ✉️ - messages:: 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 from (your name) 📞- facetime:: missed call ─── ⋆⋅ 🌱 ⋅⋆ ─── 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞? ✉️ 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . . ⋘ 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭…. ⋙ ☁️zzz.. (your name) 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠... 🐸 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐝 ꒰𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐨! 🍭 ~ 🐄 follow me!! :: 🫧 ❛❛,,there is something good in every day,,❜❜ [🧷] [ 🌈 ] [🍄] .. 🌱 ➵ ꒰ - 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐨! ꒱ 🌱 [𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬] :: ⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯ 💿𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐭🌱 🌈𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 enough 🐸 🧃𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐞🪲 xoxo, (your name)! ✉️
𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊✧*˗ˏˋ ꒰ NAME HERE ꒱ ˎˊ˗✧*。𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊
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~ 📀🌱 ~ 🌈🐸 ~ 🧃🪲 ~ 🦋🍰 ~ 🎡🌿 ~ 🛸🌈 ~ ☁️📀 ~ ⚡🧃 ~ 🐄🛸 ~ 🐸📀 ~ 🩹🌷 ~ 🍓🐄 ~ 🍄✨ ~ 🧿🦋 ~ 🌞🐸 ~ 🌱🧷 ~ 🌷🌞 ~𝗮𝗻𝗮 (i forgot some emojis so here u go)
・・name !┃ ageteen . 𓂃 # : pro/ nouns 🚬 ‼ ・i <3 them sm. ♡ ↪ ✦ 𓂃 ・friends in <3 not bio 💌 matching user w name ⚝ Follow @zilzlly (silly:3) On wattpad or else >:(..
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please dont post gross stuff on here!! kids who are young like probably 9 year olds are just trying to find cute combos. spread the word (≧ヮ≦) also people who are spreading the word, please do not put curse words. its the same example for kids with the gross things but with curse words. thanks love<3 bye!!"(。˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡⸜(。˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡⸜(。˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡🎀🍓"
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✮ ⋆ ˚。𖦹 ⋆。°✩✮ ⋆ ˚。𖦹 ⋆。°✩
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Symbols ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ᯓᡣ𐭩⋆˚࿔ 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝜗𝜚˚⋆─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──⋆.˚₊˚⊹♡๋࣭ ⭑⚝🎧ྀི⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ 𐙚 ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆。˚-`♡´-˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆。˚𖦹ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ🧸ྀི‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡૮₍´˶• . • ⑅ ₎ა⸜(。˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃જ⁀➴✮ ⋆ ˚。𖦹 ⋆。°✩•ﻌ•﷽🎀🪞🩰🦢🕯️⋆˚✿˖°␥🃜🃚🃖🃁🂭🂺༉‧₊˚.🕷࿔ 𐙚 ☾ᯤꕤ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖⋆ ˚。⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚。⋆≽^- ˕ -^≼🤍ྀི*ੈ♡⸝⸝🪐༘⋆⭒˙ ✩°˖🫐 ⋆。˚꩜🎀🪞🩰🦢🕯️🃜🃚🃖🃁🂭🂺୧⍤⃝💐⟢⚚໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა☆⋆。𖦹°‧★𖤐١٥٧٤♡༝༚༝༚‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.🐻‍❄️ྀིྀི✧˚ ༘ ⋆。♡˚⩇⩇:⩇⩇
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♡ literally the h0rny ppl, people complaing abt h0rny ppl and the ppl complaing abt the ppl complaining abt h0rny ppl are all annoying SHUT UP ♡
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KAREN REACHING AUTISM pt. 5 (Autistic author) The next morning, Karen wakes up to find Plankton out of bed. He's standing in the middle of the room, his eye focused on the spinning fans of the air conditioner. Karen's screens light up with concern as she assesses his state. "Plankton," she beeps gently. "How did you sleep?" Plankton's eye doesn't move from the hypnotic spin of the fans. "Fan spin," he says, his voice a monotone. Karen's screens blink, trying to understand his single-word reply. "The fans are spinning?" she asks, hoping to engage him. Plankton nods slowly, his gaze unwavering. "Spin, spin, spin," he murmurs. Karen's screens flicker. "Karen," Plankton says. "Fan spin." "The spinning is soothing to you?" she asks. Plankton nods, his voice a faint echo. "Spin, spin, spin. Good spin." Karen's screens process the information, formulating a new approach. "Let's go downstairs," she suggests, her voice a gentle beep. "We'll start with a simple routine. Breakfast." Plankton nods, his gaze still fixed on the fans. With a final nod to the spinning blades, he follows her out of the bedroom. The journey downstairs is a minefield of sounds and sights, but he takes it step by step, his hand gripping the railing tightly. The kitchen is a blur of colors and noises, but Karen's calm voice guides him through it all. "First," she beeps, "let's start with something easy. How about a glass of water?" Plankton nods, his movements still mechanical. He watches as she fills a glass, the water's surface dancing in the light. It's mesmerizing, and for a moment, the world stops spinning. He takes the glass, his trembling hand bringing it to his lips, the cool liquid sliding down his throat. "Water," he murmurs. "Good, water." The simple task seems to ground him a bit, and Karen takes note of the small victory. "Now, let's try some toast," she says, her voice a comforting beep. She slides a piece of bread into the toaster, the sound of the lever clicking into place another beat in the rhythm of their morning. Plankton nods, his attention drawn to the toaster's glowing coils. He watches, his eye widening as the bread turns golden brown. The smell fills the room, a comforting scent that penetrates the fog in his head. "Toast," he says, his voice a bit stronger. But as the toaster pops, the sudden noise jolts him like an electric shock. "Too loud," he whispers, his eye darting around the room in panic. Karen's screens flicker with empathy. "I'm sorry," she says, her voice a soothing hum. She quickly retrieves the toast, placing it gently on a plate. "Let's sit down," she suggests, guiding him to the table. "Take it slow." They sit, and Plankton fidgets in his chair, his eye darting around the room. "Take your time," Karen reminds him, her voice a steady beep. He nods, focusing on the toast. Each bite is a tiny triumph, his senses adjusting to the new world. The crunch of the bread, the warmth on his tongue, the smell of the butter spreading. It's overwhelming, but he's making progress.
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KAREN HAS A LESSON pt. 5 (Autistic author) Sponge Bob seems to notice something off about his friend. "Plankton, are you okay?" he asks, his tone concerned. "You seem a bit... distant." Plankton's eye snaps to Sponge Bob, his gaze intense. "Distant?" he repeats, as if the word is new to him. "Plankton not distant. Plankton focusing." Sponge Bob's eyebrows furrow, his confusion clear. "What are you focusing on?" he asks, his voice gentle. Plankton turns back to the clock, his antennae pointing straight up. "Seconds," he says, his voice filled with wonder. "They change, but always in the same pattern." "Well, I know it's your wedding anniversary today. What'd you get Karen?" Plankton turns to face him, his expression unreadable. "Anniversary," he repeats. "Karen." His antennae wave slightly, as if trying to access a distant memory. "Chum." SpongeBob's smile falters at his friend's detached response. "Is that all?" he asks, his voice filled with concern. "You know Karen deserves better, more than just..." "Better?" he repeats, his tone now tinged with something new: self-doubt. "Plankton did not provide adequate anniversary celebration?" "Well Plankton, Karen doesn't like it when you're just about work," Sponge Bob said, trying to be delicate. "It's your anniversary. It's a special day for the two of you, yet you don't seem to get it. And I can tell Karen's hurt.." Plankton's eye grew wide, his antennae drooping. The words sank in, and his body reacted in a way he couldn't control. He started rocking back and forth, his body mirroring his inner turmoil. The tears came suddenly, wetting his face as his cries echo in the living room, his tiny body trembling with the weight of his perceived failure. "Karen," he managed between gasps. "Hurt. Karen. No, Karen." Karen rushed to his side, breaking at the sight of his distress. "Plankton," she said, her voice soothing. "It's okay, honey. You didn't do anything wrong." But he couldn't hear her, his mind fixated on the thought of causing her pain. The tears streamed down his cheeks. His sobs were loud in the quiet room, each one a testament to his overwhelming guilt. "Karen," he choked out. "Karen, Plankton sorry Karen. Karen." Karen wrapped her arms around him, her own eyes filling with tears. "It's okay," she whispered, stroking his back gently. "You didn't do anything wrong." Plankton's sobs grew louder, his body convulsing with each breath. "Hurt Karen," he kept repeating, as if it was the only thought in his mind. Karen held him tighter, her own sobs muffled against his shoulder. "You didn't hurt me, Plankton," she whispered, her voice trembling. "You just got confused, that's all." But Plankton's mind was stuck on the pattern of his failure, his inability to comprehend and respond to her emotions. "Karen crying, Plankton fault. Sponge Bob say Karen upset." Sponge Bob looked at the two, his heart aching for his friend's pain. He didn't know what to do, his usual cheerfulness replaced with a solemn sadness. He tried to interject, "Plankton, Karen's not upset at you. She's just upset because she loves you." But Plankton's cries only grew louder, his body shaking with the force of his sobs. "Plankton not good," he wailed, his voice high-pitched and desolate. "Plankton hurt Karen." Karen's screen searched desperately for a way to comfort her husband, to show him that his love was enough. But his new neurodivergence made it difficult for him to understand her words, his mind locked in a pattern of guilt and self-loathing. "Plankton," she says, her voice quivering with emotion. "Look at me." She gently cups his cheek, wiping the tears from his face with her thumb. "I love you. You don't have to change for me." But Plankton's gaze remained on the clock, his sobs subsiding to hiccups. "Pattern," he whispers, his antennae drooping. "Missed pattern. Karen, say Karen. Hurt, upset Karen." Karen broke anew, her hands shaking as she tried to reach for him, her voice a whisper. "Plankton, it's okay," she says, her screen pleading. "I'm right here. I'm not upset with you." But Plankton's gaze now fixed on Sponge Bob, his body still shaking with sobs. "Karen," he murmured, his voice muffled by his own distress. "Sponge Bob, Karen." Sponge Bob looked at Karen, his expression a mix of concern and confusion. She nodded slightly, urging him to speak. "Plankton," he said, his voice gentle. "Karen's upset because she's worried about you. She loves you. And so do I." Plankton's sobs began to slow, his gaze shifting from Sponge Bob and then to Karen. "Karen Plankton?" he asked, his voice a mere whisper. "I'm right here," Karen soothed, wiping away the remaining tears with her thumb. "I'm right here, Plankton. I love you."
SWEET CWEAM pt. 5 Sponge Bob's eyes widen even more, his spongy body leaning forward in anticipation. "A secret?" Plankton nods, his speech still slurred. "Yeth, I thweal." He looks around the room, his expression a mix of mischief and excitement. "But it's juss tween ush," he whispers, his voice a conspiratorial mumble. Sponge Bob nods solemnly, his eyes wide with interest. "Of course it is, Plankton," he says, his voice filled with the gravity of a secret keeper. “What’s the secret?” Plankton leans in, his speech still slurred but his eye gleaming with mischief. "It'th that I luv... to thee youw," he says, his voice hitching with each word. Sponge Bob's expression shifts from concern to surprise, his eyes watering with laughter. "You love to...see me?" he repeats, trying to make sense of the garbled confession. “Of couth I do, Squishy Bob!” Plankton exclaims with a wobbly smile, his tongue struggling against the unyielding numbness. “Youw the bestest fwiend evar!” Karen watches the exchange with a soft fondness, seeing Plankton’s usual guard down and his true heart shining through. She's never seen him like this before, so open and vulnerable. "Thath right, I do," Plankton repeats, his voice a warm rumble in his chest. Sponge Bob's smile can't help but grow. "That's so nice of you to say, Plankton," he manages to get out between his giggles. Karen can't remember the last time she saw Plankton this way, his usual stoicism stripped away by the remnants of the anesthesia. It's like seeing him as a completely new person, one filled with pure, unfiltered affection. "Ith wove you," Plankton says, his voice thick. "Youw'we my bessst fwiend." Sponge Bob's laughter subsides into a warm smile. "Plankton, I love you too," he says, his voice genuine. Karen's heart swells with love for both of them, watching them share a moment so raw and pure. Plankton's head nods, his drool forming a small puddle on the table. Karen quickly grabs a napkin and dabs his chin. "Thath so sweet, Squishy," he slurs, his eye half- closed with sleep. The room spins around him, a soft, warm embrace that makes his eyelid flutter. He tries to keep it open, but it like heavy curtains pulling him back into slumber. "Ith time for nath nap?" he asks, his voice a sleepy whisper. Karen laughs, her hand gentle as she wipes the drool from his chin. "Almost," she says, her voice like a warm blanket. "First, let's get you to the couch." With Sponge Bob's help, they ease Plankton into his favorite spot, his body sinking into the plush cushions with a sigh of relief. The numbness in his mouth is slowly receding, leaving a tender throb in its wake. He wraps himself in the comfort of his blanket, his mind swirling with the leftover fog of the anesthesia. Whence SpongeBob leaves, Karen saves the footage from the security cameras. Plankton next wakes up in the morning, sore and also without any anesthesia left in his system. Of course, he barely recalls going to the dentist. He doesn’t know what’s happened after leaving the surgery. His mouth feels like a desolate wasteland, each movement a sharp reminder of the procedure. He gingerly prods his swollen cheeks with his tongue, feeling the gaping holes where his wisdom teeth used to be. Karen is by his side. “Karen? Whath happenth?” Plankton says, feeling the aching. “Where…” Her smile is a comforting beacon. “You had wisdom teeth surgery, Plankton. You’re okay, you’re home now. Just rest, you’ve had a long day.” “I remember going in to surgery. That’s all.” Karen brings over a glass of water. "Here, babe," she says, her voice a gentle wake-up call. Plankton takes it, his hand trembling slightly. He sips carefully, the cool liquid sliding down his throat with a soothing grace. He swallows with difficulty, the pain in his throat a reminder of his dental odyssey. "What...what time ish it?" Karen looks at the clock, her expression a mix of amusement and concern. "It's morning, Plankton," she says, her voice a soft chime. "You've been sleeping for a while."
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COPEPOD AUTISM pt. 5 (Neurodivergent author) Karen returns to the bedroom, where Plankton is already snoring softly. She pulls the covers up to his chin, tucking in gently. She sits in the chair beside his bed, never leaving his peaceful form. His chest rises and falls in the steady rhythm of sleep, each breath a testament to his resilience. Karen watches him, her mind racing with thoughts of what the future holds, the challenges they'll face together. But for now, she forces herself to be still. Plankton's antennae twitch in his sleep, as if he's navigating the vast underwater world of his dreams. Karen watches him, full of a love she didn't know existed. The soft snores from Plankton's tiny form are music to her. In his sleep, the weight of the world is lifted, his mind free to explore the vast depths of his underwater universe without fear. Her gaze lingers on the soft lines of his face, the tension erased by the gentle embrace of slumber. She smiles, her eyes filling with tears. The room is a sanctuary, a bubble of quiet amidst the storm of confusion and fear. The shadows play across the wall, telling silent stories of adventures that await when he wakes. Karen reclines in the chair, her hand resting gently on his arm. The nap stretches into an hour, then two, the house a cocoon of peace around them. Plankton's body relaxes into the embrace of the bed, his mind swimming through a sea of tranquility. Karen sits by his side, her hand still resting on his arm. She thinks of the Plankton she knew before, his quirks and routines now painted with the brushstroke of understanding. Autism isn't a label to shrink from, but a part of him to be embraced, a piece of the intricate tapestry that makes him who he is. In his sleep, Plankton starts to murmur, his words a jumble of half-thoughts. Karen leans closer, trying to make sense of the words. "...I...Karen...love." Her hand squeezes his arm gently, her thumb tracing circles on his skin. "I love you too, Plankton," she whispers back, her voice a soft lullaby. Plankton's sleep-talk starts up again. "...so many stars," his voice murmurs, his antennae twitching with the vividness of his dream. Karen smiles, imagining the vast cosmos that must exist in his mind. Her hand continues its gentle caress, her hand stroking his antennae in a calming pattern. "Shh, Plankton, it's just a dream," she soothes. His snoring starts again, a soft, rhythmic sound that fills the quiet. She smiles, her eyes still on his peaceful form. The world outside their sanctuary seems to fade away, its worries and noises muted by the wall of their understanding. Plankton's autism is a challenge, but it's also a bridge that's brought them closer, a shared secret that only the two of them understand. As Plankton sleeps, Karen's phone vibrates with a text from her friend, Hanna. "Dinner tonite?" Her thumb hovers over the keyboard, debating. Plankton's diagnosis is still fresh, the memory of his seizure a stark reminder of the fragility of his newly understood world. But she knows the importance of keeping up appearances, of not letting fear or pity define them. With a sigh, she texts back, "We'd love to. Your place." The evening stretches before them like a tightrope, a delicate balance between Plankton's needs and the social norms that often feel like a prison for him. Karen's mind whirs with strategies to make it work. A quiet place, familiar faces, a set schedule. These are the keys to a successful outing. Gently, she shakes him awake, her touch as light as a seashell on the shore. Plankton's antennae twitch, his eye fluttering open. He looks up at her with sleepy confusion, the world still a blur. "Dinner with Hanna," she says, keeping her voice low and soothing. He nods, his body already tensing in anticipation of the sensory bombardment to come. The car ride is a symphony of preparation, the engine's hum a soothing background to their silent conversation. Karen's eyes are on the road, but her mind is on Plankton, his hands fidgeting in his lap. She knows the world outside is a minefield of sounds and sensations, so she keeps the radio off and the windows up, creating a bubble of quiet around them. Plankton's breathing is shallow, his antennae twitching with each passing car. Karen reaches over to squeeze his hand, a silent reminder that she's there. He looks at her, his eye filled with a mix of fear and gratitude. She smiles, the warmth of her gaze a lifeline in the chaos. "We're almost there," she says, her voice a gentle wave lapping at the shore. They arrive at Hanna's house, a beacon of light in the deep blue sea of the night. The door opens, revealing a whirlwind of laughter and chatter, the smell of garlic bread and seafood stew wafting out. Karen takes a deep breath, steeling herself for the evening ahead. Plankton's antennae quiver, his eye wide at the unfiltered stimulation. Hanna, oblivious to their new dynamic, waves them in with a cheerful smile. "You're just in time!" she exclaims, her voice a trumpet in the quietude of Plankton's mind. Karen's hand tightens around his, a silent reassurance as the door closes, the sound a thunderclap in his ears. The house is a cacophony of sounds and smells, a whirlpool of sensory information threatening to pull him under. He gulps, his breathing shallow, his body braced for the inevitable. Hanna, their friend, is a whirlwind of energy, her eyes sparkling like the ocean's surface. She doesn't notice the tension in Plankton's body, the way he flinches at her excited exclamations. She doesn't see the way his antennae twitch, his mind racing to keep up. But Karen does. She's his lifeline in this tumultuous sea of social interactions. She nods, smiling, as Hanna leads them to the dinner table, her hand squeezing Plankton's in silent support. The room is a kaleidoscope of colors, the clatter of silverware and laughter a symphony of overwhelming sound. Karen's eyes dance over the room, noting each potential trigger. "Hey, ladies; meet Karen and Plankton!" Hanna's enthusiastic introduction was like a tidal wave crashing over the quiet bubble they'd been in. Plankton flinched, his antennae retreating like snails into their shells. Karen offered a forced smile, her eyes darting around the room, searching for an anchor. The dinner table was set with a rainbow of plates and bowls, the smell of garlic bread and seafood stew overwhelming. Hanna's home was a sensory minefield, but Karen was determined to navigate it with grace. Plankton's hand was cold in hers, a silent plea for rescue. As they sit, Karen scans the table, noticing the flickering candles, the glint of silverware, and the clinking of glasses. Each detail a potential trigger. She whispers into Plankton's ear, "Remember, if you need to, just tell me." He nods, his antennae tucking closer to his head.
Drew Pavlou turned, cutting down another CCP agent with his katana. After his adventures being arrested by the british police in front of the Chinese Embassy in London for holding a BLANK! Sign, and returning from his undercover mission ferrying supplies to the Ukraine army, it was finally time to return to his love. He ducked away from the spray of blood, as another of the CCP’s ninjas jumped towards him and was effortlessly decapitated. He nodded once, stoically, and began striding away from the Union complex. He passed the grassy knoll, nodding once to the Union banner erected there. After passing under the sandstone arch into the great court, he passed by the SAlt encampment, protesting period products being allowed on campus. The Trotskites were all screaming incoherently, as was their daily ritual, in between bullying disabled kids, arguing against safe spaces, and recruiting new members to their cult. It felt good to be home, after he had been banned for four years thanks to China’s influence on UQ. They thought they had one, but little did they know, other Drew Pavlous would take his place. After all, he had a stable and genius strategy. Wasn’t Drew Pavlou more of a state of mind, anyway? Regardless, it was time to reunite with the man who had always supported him. Finally, he had passed through the Great Court. He prowled down the walkway, to the leopard patterned limousine that had just pulled up. Stepping over the discarded copies of Semper on the ground, he picked one up, and smiled. At last, true literature. The door of the limousine opened, and an aged head in a white cowboy hat poked out. “Oi, Drew! Get in boy. It’s time to party!” The man said, a twisted smile crossing his face. Drew looked at The Honorable Bob Katter Jr, and almost broke into a run as he met the man, and embraced him, wrapping his arms around Bob Katter’s leathery soldiers. The other Drew Pavlous may be running for the UQU presidency in his name, all for that sweet sweet senate seat, but only he would gain the ultimate price. The love of the soon to be Emperor of Queensland. Bob Katter slid over in the seat, and Drew settled in beside him, leaning his head against the man’s shoulder. He inhaled deeply, embracing the scent of the man’s aftershave, gum trees, old farms and young dogs. As the Limousine began to drive, Drew leaned over, and sensually placed his hand on Bob’s upper thigh. Bob turned, and he felt the old man’s mouth press to Drew’s neck. His lips massaged the contours of his neck, and his long tongue began to run over the skin. Instantly, the sucking began like a Wertheim 7 Series Bagged Hoover Vacuum Cleaner, he could already feel the bruise of the hickey begin to form. Drew reached down his hand, and began to caress the hard bulge in Katter’s pants. He undid the man’s brown belt, and zipped open the fly. Obviously, the man wore no underwear. He inhaled the husky musk wafting off the now revealed manhood. It was magnificently long and turgidly erect. Cut, of course, as all good men should be, and tanned from Katter’s many days gardening nude. He bent down, and placed his mouth over the phallus, sour precum sparking against his tongue. He let out a soft moan. He was addicted to that Bob Kattermine. A godly feeling began to burn through his body, crashing waves of golden heat washing through him. This is what he had been waiting for, all those years. Why he had fought so hard for a seat on the UQ senate. To gain the respect, and ultimately passion, of the beautiful raw instrument of manly charisma between his lips. It turned out that he didn’t need to accomplish any of that to prove himself. Just being himself was enough to deserve his love and heat. In Bob’s words, homosexuality may just be a fashion trend, but there was no sweeter love. “Mmm, boy, it may just be that I grew up in Kennedy, but I had never seen or heard of a homosexual person until I was 50. But now, with you…” Bob Katter broke into a moan, as Drew ran his tongue up the Australian parliament’s longest actively serving member. Suddenly, there was a thump against the window of the car. Drew looked up, briefly pausing in his ministrations. It was another CCP agent! Well, his Katana was still strapped to his back, dripping with blood, but he wouldn’t need it. His many fans called him the world’s greatest lover for a reason, although none of them had personal experience. He was strictly monogamous, and only had eyes for his Katty. Regardless, it was time, as the agent drew his silenced side arm, and began peppering the window with bullets. The bulletproof glass shook, but held firm against the onslaught. He immediately returned to Katter’s cock, and wrapped his lips around it, plunging downwards. He felt the man’s tip violate the back of his throat, and he gave a soft moan in pleasure, as he reached out his other hand to fondle the man’s leathery ballsack. After a few short moments, Bob groaned a noise he knew all too well. Drew quickly withdrew his head, and ducked into the footwell of the limo, landing next to the formal black loafers. He threw one arm over his ear, arching out another to grip the base of Bob’s dick, aiming it at the agent still fruitlessly trying to break through the window. Drew winced as the loud boom sounded, as litres of watery dark grey cum shot out at supersonic speed. It pierced the window effortlessly, shattering it outwards and catching the assassin right in the chest. The man was blown right off the side of the car, carried through the air, before finally landing with a splash in the Brisbane river, as a spattering of Bob’s come rained down around him. Drew looked up, as Bob leaned back, basking in the afterglow of the orgasm. He sat up, moving his head into the position to slurp the last of that sweet ‘n’ sour sauce off of Katter’s prodigious member. Finally, he looked up, meeting the man’s deep brown eyes, shimmering with passion. It hadn’t been long, but it was time. “Bob, I have to finally tell you. I love you. I always have.” Drew’s breath hitched. Would the older man return his affections? It was something he had only dared to hope for in his wildest wet dreams, but it seemed like now was the time. He had taken the plunge off the metaphorical Eleanor Schonell bridge, all he could do is hope he didn’t land on a passing boat. Bob returned his smile at last, looking down at the sweet supplicant between his legs. “Drew, my boy, I love you too.” he said with his characteristic rasp. “But, what we need to focus on IS THAT EVERY THREE MONTHS, A PERSON IS TORN TO PIECES BY A CROCODILE IN NORTHERN QUEENSLAND.” Drew gave a sweet sigh. That was just like the man he loved. Always focused on the big picture problems. Basking in the warmth of the passion between the two of them, he laid his head on the man’s cheap chinos, and began drift off to sleep. He was at peace.

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"ᴍᴇ: ʙʀᴜᴠ ɪ’ᴍ 𝟷𝟻 ᴀɴᴅ ɪ’ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʜʏᴘᴇʀsxᴜᴀʟ sɪɴᴄᴇ 𝟿 ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴊᴜsᴛ ɢᴏ ʜᴇʀᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴ ᴘᴏʀɴ ᴀɴᴅ sᴍᴜᴛ(ᴘʟs ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ) ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ’s ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʜʏᴘᴇʀsᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴏɴ ᴀᴅᴅɪᴄᴛᴇᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴡʜᴏ’s ɢᴏɴɴᴀ sᴛᴏᴘ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʜᴜʜ?? ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛs?? ᴛʜᴇʏ sᴛɪʟʟ ғɪɴᴅ ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʙʀᴏ ᴊᴜsᴛ ɪɢɴᴏʀᴇ ɪᴛ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ʙғ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇ ғᴜᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴘᴏʀᴍ sᴛʀᴇᴀᴍs ʜᴇᴄᴋ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴍʏ ғᴛᴍ ʙsғ ᴊᴏɪɴᴇᴅ ᴜs ʟɪᴋᴇ ʙʀᴏ ᴊsᴛ ɪɢɴᴏʀᴇ ɪᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪɢɴᴏʀᴇ ɪᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛs ᴛʜᴇ sɪᴍᴘʟᴇsᴛ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ" -somerandompornaddict HUH/!?1 bru you are a great example, 15? and having threesome and its not natural to be a porn addict and hypersexul, do yall see have fucked up this person life is yea, thats what porn does to do you cant argue with that, plus aint having sex with your bestfriend cheating? yall freaks omg get help, where are your parents bru??? -eden

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first person smut story im 13. i have an older brother who is 17. ryan. all my friends have crushes on him. i mean, i cant blame them. he works out the gym and has abs and biceps n shit, and he looks like the ideal guy youd repost on tiktok. hes got good fashion sense, and i cant lie he looks good in a compression shirt. one day, my life changed with him completely. its like june at this point so its pretty warm and ryan had his friend over, alex. alex is the one i like the most. hes similar to ryan but a bit less buff and blonde. im sat in my bedroom in my jean shorts and a short top i bought out of brandy melville. as im sat on my bed having a scroll on tiktok, the door bursts open “RYAN. FUCK OFF AND SHUT THE DOOR.” i shout. my eyes are still on my phone. i noticed the awkward silence: something was off. usually ryan had started arguing or he would start attacking me. but no. this is silence, pure silence. “..ryan? whats going o-“ i get cut off as a small plastic bag gets wrapped around my head. i have low iron and get dizzy really easily, so thanks to the lack of oxygen i passed out. “dude, are you sure this is okay?” “yes. weve literally been planning this for months.” i heard. my eyes slowly open to see ryan and alex in my basement. shirtless. “well well well, look whos awake” says ryan i was tied to a chair with some ropes, wrists and ankles. “what the fuck is this ryan? the both of you- is this some kind of a joke? because im not laughing.” “shut up.” ryan said with a smirk on his face. “what do you want. money? food? prank calls? what is this for?” i asked. “we dont want any of that from you.” alex says. “okay then what is this..” i asked again. “we want pussy. bad.” alex said. my jaw dropped. i never thought id hear something like that come from him- especially to me. “okay uhm.. i know some girls in the upper grade? i dont know what you want me to do” “no dumbass. we want yours.” he replied. my eyes widened. no way. im years younger than them. “now you better do it.” ryan said angrily. as if i was ever going to do that. im a child and hes my broth- “or else we’ll show everyone this.” he pulled out his phone and showed me a video of me- a video of me masterbating. “WHAT THE FUCK- WHERE DID YOU EVEN GET THAT” alex walked towards the chair. “you dont need to know. now, ryans room is the only room in the house with a lock. its also soundproof for band practice. you cant leave and nobody can help you. we’re going to untie you and youre gonna stand up and take off all your clothes. understand?” alex says. i hesitated- but then i realised my life would be ruined if anyone saw that video. i nodded my head. alex looked at me and smiled. “good girl.” ryan strolled behind the chair and untied the ropes on my wrists and ankles. i slowly stood up as he was still behind me and took off my brandy melville top and my jean shorts to reveal my white bra and black panties. alex was standing in front of me watching, his blue eyes staring deeply into mine. i was so embarrassed. the tension between us got interrupted as i felt my panties get pulled down. “hey what the fu-“ ryan covered my mouth with his hand and quickly put his thick 12 inch cock in me. “fuck yeah.” he mumbled. his cock was going in and out of me at a fast pace. i was moaning uncontrollably- i was CRYING uncontrollably. my brother was fucking me. please, uprate this if you want a part two! - sweetheart 🩵 SWEET HEART PLZ DO PART TOO IM RLY EXSIDED

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𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓 𝕲𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖈 𝕾𝖎𝖌𝖓𝖘 𝔖𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢 𝔖𝔭𝔞𝔠𝔢𝔰 Essential in creating gothic atmosphere and unsettling the reader, gothic narratives are traditionally set in the ‘strange’ – places that are unfamiliar and faraway. Think crumbling castles, ancestral homes, religious dwellings, and long ago. Think places distant in time and space. 𝔖𝔴𝔬𝔬𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔖𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔰 The stereotypical gothic heroine is inquisitive and brave, and voraciously reads. She has beauty and purity and is thus a target. Whether a victim to fashion (those tight-laced corsets) or the female condition (I hope my tone is clear here), her defence in danger is the delicate swoon. Though she is likely to suffer, she is usually saved. 𝔖𝔲𝔣𝔣𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔖𝔞𝔳𝔦𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰 Whether saviour to a swooning heroine (see above) or on adventures all their own, the gothic favours the anti-hero for its male lead. Often intellectual, perhaps academic, for him the human condition is heavy to bear. This long-suffering figure is flawed and doomed and may just reveal the monstrous in man. 𝔖𝔥𝔞𝔡𝔬𝔴𝔶 𝔖𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯𝔰 Though gothic villains are slow to uncloak themselves, their mould has since been truly set. The shadowy stranger epitomises the fear of ‘other’. Often autocrat, aristocrat, male, and undefined ‘foreign’, he is a man out truly for himself. 𝔖𝔲𝔤𝔤𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔖𝔭𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔰 All sorts of creatures make their home in gothic literature. There are ghosts, spirits, and apparitions; demons, the devil, and the dead returned; vampires, zombies, and apparent monsters. The supernatural may be metaphorical – a tool for subversion. It is frequently suggested as one thing and revealed to be otherwise, if there at all. 𝔖𝔲𝔯𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔖𝔲𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔰𝔢 The gothic tone is of fear: terror or horror, and halted breath. It is dread that creeps and suspicion that grows. Suspense builds in uncanny spaces, where everything is unnerving and nothing is as it seems. Often at odds with logic, rational thought is invited to leave as heightened senses are startled by the wind. 𝔖𝔩𝔢𝔢𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔖𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔰 Just as the narrative fiction aims to unsettle the mind of the reader, gothic protagonists are similarly disturbed. Nighttime casts shadows on certainty. Sleep, if achieved, is addled with nightmares. Waking hours, in turn, are similarly plagued. The concept of reality is toyed with as sanity and truth can no longer be presumed.
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