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[kkyaka]

coral island is my literal comfort cozy game 🥰🥹

WAHHHHHH I WAS WORRIED NO ONE WOULD KNOW WHAT I WAS TALKING ABOUT

I'm literally obsessed with this game. I bought it like two days ago and I already have 36 hours on it 😭💀 and there's so many people to marry??? Like all of the men are so fine??? My indecisive self can't handle having this many options 😭😭😭

[devil-in-hiding]

This is just random ramblings cause I'm in my lovestruck hurt/comfort era, so please feel free to ignore buttt...

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Farmer!reader who slices their hand open by accident while out in the barn, que you stumbling back in the house with your palm gushing blood, hair stuck to your face from sweat and youre vision is going dim around the edges. The boys are immediately in protective mode orders being shouted by Price, Ghost ushering you to sit while they gather sutures, scissors, bandages, and disinfectant cream.

They handle you with such care, shushing and pressing small kisses to your forehead and cheek. You're gripping Soaps hand, knuckles white as you try not to cry out but it hurts so fucking bad and you sob everytime they pull the needle through.

When it's all said and done, Price coos at you gently, helping you dress into one of your nightgowns that Gaz had gone and grabbed for you. They take you to your bedroom, laying you out on the numerous pillows and blankets, and then they take a better part of 2 hours eating you out.

Leaving you twitching and kicking ur socked feet cutely in the air, eyes rolled back, your hips making cute wiggle motions and your one good hand knuckles deep in Ghosts hair, verging on your 3rd orgasm of the night. Soap holds your wrist to your bad hand, pressing sweet kisses to your bandages, cooing at you for being so good.

But you deserve it, you're so sweet, so brave, and you were such a good little bunny while they cleaned your wound.

Now, lay back and let them heal you through the power of orgasms lmao.

- Kiwi anon 🥝

hi yeah i need to be hospitalised

this is fucking delicious and thank you so much for this because i could make a whole smut hurt/comfort chapter around this if that’s okay because fuckin FUCK

[mattslolita]

Speaking of baking

Chris has some weed brownies and leaves them on the table Bambi doesn’t know that they are weed brownies and eat a couple of them and Chris blow up

oh my gosh he'd be so upset cause those are the ones he sells at parties 😭😭😭 but then bambis completely confused and crying because she didn't realize she was high, so chris gets worried

"ma, how many did you eat?"

"i h-had like...it was six, i ate six!"

"oh my fucking gosh, fuck...bambi you need to ask me before eatin' random shit off the counter next time!"

"b-but i love brownies!"

[therhythmafterthesummer]

Call this an early birthday thought/gift

Chan and Pretty mirror sex

Like he gets to see a lot of pretty normally, but also getting to see her face while feeling her push back on him. He’s admiring her glorious everything and she just gets to soak it in and see her alphas face throughout the entire process.

But also a cute tender moment where their eyes lock in the mirror and Chan gets a shy little smile maybe a little blush🫠🥲🥰

-🥝

i read this a couple of days ago and i knew i wanted to write something for it, i just didn't have time to do it for my birthday sdjfskjdfhsf but close enough!

thank you kiwi for always sharing your big brain ideas and tickling the little lizard that controls my brain.

Pairing: Werewolf!Chan x Human!F.Reader (one of the main pairings of my WereRoomies series. you don’t really need to read any other instalment to understand/enjoy this piece). | Word Count: ~2k | Themes & Warnings: fantasy/supernatural AU · smut · established relationship · unprotected penetration [piv] (reader is presumed to be on birth control) · cum-eating · this was barely proof-read.

minors do not interact.

Chris knew you were smart, he’d never had doubts about it. But this… This was probably one of the best ideas you’d ever had.

He couldn’t help but wonder if you had taken what you were doing right now into consideration when you thought of this. He wasn’t even sure which option he preferred… for you to have known, or for you to be blissfully unaware of the potential such a purchase could have.

A new wardrobe for the spare bedroom of your shared flat was something you had been wanting for a while, and you’d finally gotten it a few days prior. As soon as Chris saw it in this room, after you’d so carefully put it together, he knew immediately what he wanted to do with it.

‘We need a big mirror in this room, considering we’re using it mostly to store our clothes and dress up’, you’d told him when he’d entered the room, and he agreed. A big mirror was a good idea, but not only to aid in the mundane activity of putting clothes on…

“O–oh, baby…” Your constant whines and moans always fueled him, but right now, looking at you through the mirror, they seemed to be affecting him even more.

“Mmm… That’s it, pretty. You feel so, so good, love. So good…” 

With your knees and chest planted on the floor, with your lower back arched just right, Chris had the absolute perfect angle to fuck you nice and good from behind. He was able to see your bum bouncing off of him with each thrust, he could hold your hips tight to pull you back to him, or place his hands on your waist to squeeze your soft sides. But, best of all, he could do all that and see your face through your shiny new mirror while he did.

The wardrobe doors were just two big mirrors, going from the very top, all the way to the floor. What an excellent add-on, in his humble opinion. It was perfect for Chris to see even more of you when he took you like this.

Whenever he was fucking you, he usually struggled to look at just one part of your body, there was just so much to see, so much to ogle, so much to worship and appreciate… That had never been more true than it was right now.

It was almost like his eyes didn’t know where to look. To what was right in front of him, in the flesh, or to what he could see in the mirror…? Any option was acceptable, honestly, but he just wanted to see it all.

Your hands weakly tried to hold onto something, desperately opening and closing over the tiled floor. It was an action that simply spurred him on, almost like he had his own personal challenge to fuck you as dumb as possible, to wipe you mind of anything that wasn’t him touching you, taking you…

Leaving one of his hands gripping the swell of your hip, Chris brought the other to your shoulder to keep you from moving away from him. He made sure to drag his hand all the way up your back when he did it, desperate to feel every centimetre of plush flesh. The motion had you furrowing your eyebrows, closing your eyes, and moaning his name oh, so sweetly, in a way that had his lower abdomen harshly flexing with need.

Holding onto you like this gave him even more leverage to go harder, and as soon as the strength of his thrusts increased, one of your hands found the one he had on your shoulder. His eyes zeroed in on the movement, looking away from the reflection of your face just in time to see you link your fingers with his.

The tender gesture had the pool of arousal in the pit of his stomach growing exponentially, especially when his eyes started to focus not only on your interlocked fingers, but also the skin right next to them, on the skin at the juncture of your neck and shoulder… Mindlessly, he stroked the area with his thumb–without letting go of your fingers, or slowing down his hips’ motions.

Oh, how soft it looked right there… just soft and perfect for him to sink his teeth into–

Shit.

He was doing it again…

He was thinking about marking you again. Not only that, but the thought was incessantly repeating in his mind over and over again. It was just impossible to ignore it.

Claim, claim, claim, claim… Mate, mate, mate, mate…

“Oh, fuck”, Chris threw his head back with a groan.

Your walls were squeezing him so tight, you were moaning so prettily… If he kept looking at that area he just knew his canines were going to enlarge on their own, he’d start drooling, and the need to bite you and mark you as his would just consume him whole, to the point where he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to hold himself back.

This had become a common problem. He used to think about it sometimes, but lately, especially when it was this close to a full moon night, the desire to mark you was absolutely unbearable.

Chris loved you. He hadn’t told you yet, he’d convinced himself that, in your human standards, it was probably too soon into your relationship to outright say it, but he knew he was absolutely in love with you. He knew, with zero doubts in his mind, that he wanted you all to himself for the rest of his life, and at moments like these, where you were both lost in your utmost primal needs, it was just hard to ignore his feelings.

But because he loved you, he couldn’t just let his instincts take over. He just couldn’t. Claiming you without a prior conversation and mutual agreement, without your consent, would be something he’d never forgive himself for. There was just no way he’d force himself on you like that just because of his idiotic dog urges.

So he tried to hold onto his humanity with all the strength he had, to keep his mind within the logical realm–or, at least, as logical as he could be while relentlessly ramming himself into you.

When he opened his eyes again, he diverted his attention to the mirror in front of you, and his hold on your shoulder tightened the moment your eyes found his through the mirror. The hand that had previously been on your hip moved, he wasn’t thinking, he just desperately needed to make you feel good.

Your eyes fluttered a bit when his fingers found your clit, and you bit down on your bottom lip to keep your moans somewhat contained. Even then, you didn’t look away from him, your gaze had him trapped right there, barely aware of the movement of his hands, focused solely on your blown pupils and your delicious warmth around him.

Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine…

Before he knew it, heat was pooling on his cheeks. He was blushing, suddenly overcome with his feelings for you.

“Fuck, baby, come here…” Chris’s hips stilled briefly, only to pull you back towards his chest.

Oh, he could see so much more of you like this. One of his hands found your tummy to knead the soft flesh, while the other found one of your breasts to play with your nipple, coaxing a quiet moan from your lips. You reached back and gripped his hair for stability before your lips pressed on his flushed cheek.

“You’re so cute”, you mumbled the words against his skin, and his blush immediately deepened.

“You’re cute–Shit–” His words caught in his throat when you started to push back against him, fucking yourself on his cock like you knew it was yours and yours only.

All for my mate, all of me, take it, take me…

“Chris”, you whined his name, and he was starting to truly feel lightheaded. “Don’t stop, baby, please. Fuck me, hm?”

His hips started to move on command, he didn’t even need to think about it. You wanted it? He’d give it to you. Whatever you wanted, he’d just give it to you. He’d give you the world if you asked him for it.

His lips attached to your neck, his pace increased, and one of his hands immediately resumed its previous motions on that precious nub at the apex of your thighs. “Like this, pretty baby? Is this what you want?”

You nodded, eagerly offering him an enthusiastic ‘Yes, fuck!’ that had his chest swelling with pride.

My mate, for me, mine, mine, mine… Claim, mark, all mine…

Chris detached his lips from your neck when his instincts started pulling his thoughts in all sorts of directions. Instead, he looked ahead, and focused on your face, locking eyes with you again through the mirror. 

“C’mon, pretty. Aren’t you gonna come on my cock? Wasn’t that what you wanted?” Chris rubbed quick circles on your clit, eliciting a string of swears from your lips.

You nodded once again, rocking your hips to meet his harsh thrusts. “Gonna–Oh, fuck!”

Your body started trembling with your release, your walls fluttered deliciously around his length, and Chris was sure he was about to burst.

“Fuck, that’s so fucking good. I’m so fucking close, love”, Chris mumbled the words against your cheek, he wasn’t sure if you were aware of what he was saying, but if there was one thing about him was that he wasn’t going to shut up about how good you always made him feel.

When he came, he did it deep inside you, and he started seeing white. He was sure he was ascending and this was how being in heaven felt like. Chris could vaguely hear himself repeating ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck…’ over and over again, just like he could vaguely hear your words of encouragement.

Love you, love you, love you, love you… My pretty mate just for me…

It was genuinely hard to hear anything at all over his instincts squeezing his mind and heart along each purposeful clench of your walls.

“You’re so good to me”, was the first thing you said that Chris could fully understand as the final spurts of cum filled up your cunt. “You’re so good, Chris, baby…”

If his cheeks hadn’t been almost permanently flushed for a while now, he was sure he would have blushed right then and there.

When all his senses returned to him, he looked at you through the mirror once again, finding you already looking and smiling at him.

A smile appeared on his face as well, and he kissed your shoulder, bringing his hand further down your centre as he pulled out. Only a few seconds passed before his cum started trickling out of your hole and onto his fingers.

He kept kissing your skin leisurely as he squished your soft tummy, and spread his cum all over your core. You giggled softly, caressing his arms tenderly while you let him play with your mixed fluids to his heart’s content.

Finally, he brought two fingers to your mouth. You simply let him in, suckling his digits, diligently cleaning them up and swallowing the remnants of his release.

“You are so, so good to me”, Chris mumbled against your hair, where he placed a soft kiss after.

He pulled his fingers out of your mouth, and you smiled at him once again. After turning around, you gave him a quick peck on the lips before you laid down on the bare floor. Chris, of course, immediately laid down next to you, and quickly shuffled so he could lay his head on your chest.

“This closet was an absolutely brilliant purchase, pretty”, he brought a hand to one of your knees, and started to massage it softly.

You chuckled, burying your fingers in his hair to play with it. “I’m afraid you won’t want to leave this room now”.

Chris further wrapped his limbs around your body, giggling mischievously at the thought, moving his hand to the other knee. “Can you blame me? I can look at my pretty girlfriend from so many different angles now. It’s like a dream, y’know?”

“Easy to please, aren’t we?” You chuckled, playfully tugging on his locks before you pressed a kiss to his head.

“You know me. I’m a simple wolf, with simple needs”, he mumbled against the skin of your chest, then placed a kiss on it. “Are your knees okay?”

“They’re fine. Don’t worry”, you hugged him tighter, and Chris all but melted in your hold.

You both laid down there for a while, just relishing the skin to skin contact, until you lightly tugged on his hair again, but this time just to get his attention.

“C’mon, babe. We need to actually pack our clothes. It’s my first time going to your monthly trips, don’t wanna forget anything”.

Ah, yes.

That was what you had originally come into this room for… to pack your bags for the trip. Chris definitely got carried away when he saw you here, wearing nothing but his t-shirt while you spoke about helping him and the rest of your packmates during their monthly run…

He couldn’t even bring himself to pretend he was sorry that he’d interrupted your task. And, surely, you already knew he wasn’t sorry at all.

In fact, he was certain you already knew it’d happen again.

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[kiwiplaetzchen]

Do you ever get the......... Intrusive purrs?

[kiwiskybe]

Nuestra Historia - Enzo Vogrincic

avisos: nenhum ♡, além de eu não saber escrever nada (VO ME JOGAAAAAAR)

notas: não sei como é um homem apaixonado, nunca tive um.

além de eu não saber como finalizar uma história. QUE ABSURDO

você e enzo sempre foram melhores amigos, desde que você se conhece por gente, enzo está lá. estudaram juntos na pré-escola, escola e só mudaram, de fato, na faculdade, quando fizeram cursos diferentes. por mais que vocês tivessem a mesma idade, enzo é dois meses mais velho.

vocês estavam presentes, um na vida do outro, em todos os momentos possíveis. passavam as festas comemorativas, como o Natal, um na casa do outro (afinal, as famílias também eram amigas). você não sabia, mas ambas as mães torciam para que vocês ficassem juntos. a aproximidade que vocês têm é algo sem igual.

porém, para a infelicidade das mães, o namoro entre vocês parecia ser algo que não passava (ou não passou) por nenhum momento na cabeça do uruguaio, visto que ele já estava em um relacionamento.

enzo já namorava há alguns meses, mas o relacionamento estava começando a aparecer alguns problemas. claro, é normal depois de um certo tempo, aparecer alguns problemas que se esperam ser superados para que o casal mostre que é forte o suficiente para o futuro. contudo, as vezes alguns problemas atrapalham demais e esse, em específico, talvez seja um problema que não dê para superar.

[...]

enzo te chamou para um café, numa cafeteria que vocês vão praticamente toda semana - é como o lugar de vocês. - ele disse que precisava conversar sobre uma coisa, mas que ele estava precisando falar pessoalmente. como uma boa amiga, não tardou em ir encontrá-lo. quando chegou no local, viu o uruguaio vestindo uma calça preta e uma camisa social azul escuro, realçando o tom de pele dele. vê-lo tão bonito a fez sentir o coração errar as batidas, algo que vem acontecendo com muita frequência com a presença do uruguaio, afinal, você está apaixonada por ele bem antes dele começar a namorar, mas acredita que o sentimento nunca será recíproco. assim que ele te vê, ele te abraça e vocês se sentam no lugar, prontos para tomarem muito café, comerem e claro, conversarem.

- o que aconteceu?

ele suspirou, passou a mão nos cabelos escuros.

- eu e a mia... bom, eu a peguei me traindo.

ele soltou uma risadinha sem graça. seu coração apertou com aquilo, pois sabia que você jamais o trataria daquela forma. você tocou a mão dele, buscando passar conforto.

- e o que você quer fazer?

- bom, eu pensava que talvez você pudesse me dar uma resposta.

ele riu. mas como você poderia dar alguma? se pedir para que ele termine, talvez esteja tendo uma ação egoísta. ou... se pedir que ele fique com mia, talvez ela o traia de novo e isso se repita eternamente, até ele terminar... bem, e achar outra garota.

- você ainda gosta dela?

as palavras saíram mais tristes do que você planejava. tinha medo da resposta. ele pareceu pensar por um segundo, depois colocou a mão em cima da sua e te olhou com aqueles olhos, aquela carinha de cachorrinho abandonado, a cabeça levemente inclinada... sentiu as bochechas corarem.

- ¡dale! que isso?

- o que, ¿nena? sua mão está machucada?

ele segurou suas mãos, as duas, analisando os seus dedos e os detalhes, todos eles, que possuíam na sua mão. a olha com carinho, sorrindo. que isso? é normal, não é? um olhar entre amigos. com carinho. totalmente normal.

- acho que parei de gostar dela há muito tempo...

ele te olhou mais profundamente, podia jurar que ele estava analisando e decorando a sua alma, vendo a cor da sua aura e lendo a sua mente. enzo sempre possuiu esse efeito em você. desde que eram pequenos, o mais velho consegue te deixar envergonhada ou a faz sentir algo no estômago. quando era adolescente, as vezes se pegava pensando como seria beijar os lábios do rapaz, mas procurou afastar esse pensmasnto da sua mente.

o que você não sabia é que enzo nutria as mesmas sensações por você há meses. sentia o corpo ficar estranho, não sabia como agir quando você estava por perto, seus pensamentos sempre se voltavam para você ou algo que o fazia lembrar de ti. não que ele não tenha se apaixonado ou gostado da namorada, talvez só gostado, mas... vez ou outra, ele se pega pensando como seria namorar a garota que, uma vez, andou nua no quintal da casa dele, quando eram crianças.

vocês estavam em silêncio já havia um tempo considerável, os olhares profundos que estava recebendo a estavam deixando tonta, então decidiu continuar falando, como sempre faz quando está nervosa:

- então, deveria terminar com ela. quer dizer, você não pode estar em um relacionamento sem estar gostando da pessoa! ao menos, eu acho que não.

ele sorriu. e aaah... que sorriso.

- nunca duvidei de você.

você sorriu.

passaram mais algum tempo no estabelecimento e se despediram, afinal, enzo tinha algo muito importante para fazer.

[...]

depois do término do uruguaio, vocês se aproximaram ainda mais (se é que isso é possível). Saem somente os dois para todos os lugares possíveis e agora, estão em um museu, olhando e admirando artefatos históricos do uruguai.

vocês olhavam cada artefato e quadro atentamente, não era permitido fotografar, então a câmera do enzo não seria muito útil agora...

- esse quadro é bonito, não é?

- estava pensando em sairmos pra jantar.

você se virou, prestando atenção no homem. ele parecia envergonhado, mas ainda mantia o contato visual.

- tipo... tipo um encontro?

você tentou esconder o sorriso, mas falha miseravelmente. ele sorriu de volta, se aproximando mais.

- isso.

- nós dois?

ele olhou em volta, a segurando pela cintura. depois, olhou para os seus lábios por um segundo e subiu o olhar, encarando seus olhos de forma divertida.

- tem mais alguém aqui?

você revirou os olhos.

- idiota. - ele ainda te olhava, sorrindo. feliz. - eu saio com você.

o sorriso dele aumentou, como se isso fosse possível. parecia uma criança que iria para a disney e que acabara de receber a notícia dos pais. ele te abraçou.

foram se afastando lentamente, quase que por impulso seus braços subiram ao redor do pescoço do mais alto. os olhares se encontram e como instinto, o rosto de ambos foram se aproximando lentamente como se estivessem dando espaço um ao outro caso um queira se separar.

os narizes se esbarram, causando-lhe uma sensação de borboletas no estômago e com certeza, causara o mesmo efeito no de cabelos longos. e finalmente, os lábios se tocaram, arrancando suspiro dos dois, mostrando e entregando que ambos queriam essa beijo já há tempos e que, finalmente, haviam conseguido.

[raenegade-accio]

💕 Self-love time! Talk about which ones of YOUR creations (edits, artworks, fanfics) you like the most then send to other creators to do the same 💕

Well, I mean... Without question or a modicum of doubt... This little doodle of mine right here:

For obvious reasons 😆

[carnivorous-parasite]

Spy or Sniper + knees? -🧞

why not both?

For Spy I'll say solid 8/10, pretty damn bad (he has ticklish legs disease)

Spot so bad it elicits silent laughter :3c

For Sniper, slightly worse at 9/10 (also has ticklish legs disease bless his little heart)

Youre liable to be kicked if you try it + he'll definitely need time to recover afterwards lol

[aimeedaisies]

Anne and Tim do they cook occasionally and what are their favorite food

[napping-sapphic]

Nono, I won't ignore that post, Especially not when you're as right as you are. Being The Reliable One is cool until you need help, which is where suddenly no one's cool with you. And it gets worse when you feel like you're crumbling like a sandcastle during high tide because, somehow, even less people are there for you. But if you're unavailable during their time of need then you're a bad person :)

can you tell I'm bitter about this

P.S. I relate to you and I'm sorry people are so stinky to you. May I offer you a Very Shaped strawberry in these trying times?

Ahh i’m sorry it was relatable to you! :( you definitely have it down pat there😪 It’s certainly not fun and it can really wear you down so i hope good things have been and will keep coming to you <3!!

As for me, I’m all okay! I usually just say to ignore my posts like that because they usually only occur when it’s late and i’m spiraling or upset for whatever reason😅 thank you very much for the sweet ask though! It made me smile! <3 promise there’s no need to ever worry about me :) <3

Also also!! A VERY good strawberry🥰🥰🥰

[kkyaka]

u are epic and kind and awesome :3 tysm for reading pookie, it means the world <33

Of course! I love love your writing so much, I'm such a huge fan, you write SO WELL

[mspaint-turtles]

god gives his strongest soldiers (raph) the toughest battles (3 evil little brothers)

raph does NOT need any weapons to come in the general vicinity of any of his brothers..... and who knows what would happen if he got one-

[mattslolita]

you can NAWT tell me chris and nate weren’t at least a little stoned while doing the donut tasting thing

NO YES IDC they deffo smoked a blunt before they got them donuts

[therhythmafterthesummer]

BIG BIG BIGGGGGGGG (Horny) brain idea.

Minho “catches” (she was settling herself up for his reaction) Kitten reading one of her smutty little romance books and he makes her read it aloud while he reenacts those things on her. So however, whatever, and what position the mmc is touching the fmc that’s what he’s doing. Omg if there was a blowjob scene he’d take over for her so he could instruct her what to do. Babes I’m drooling

He’d get drunk on her stumbling over her words…and maybe record the little “audiobook” for later private usage

(Inspo from the porn where women try to read aloud while hooked up to sex toys if you’ve ever seen that genre before)

-🥝 I feel like it’s been a moment since I’ve had a Mitten©️ Thought™️ of this caliber

BARK BARK BARK BARK WOOF WOOF WOOF....

yes. excellent Thought. i can totally imagine Minho going "ohhhh, this is what you're reading when you don't answer my texts??? huh, look at that... that's very... creative.... actually, you know what? what if...." and ofc she's vibrating with excitement.

she'd try so so very hard to keep her voice steady while he's working magic between her legs but it's sooo hard ))): when he's so good )))): "Minho, baby..." she'd stop midway and he'd pull away with a quick "nuh-uh, keep going. at least until the chapter's done, hm?" and honestly they'd just have sooooo much fun.

[kiwiplaetzchen]

And so the last drop has dripped

The tiny, little udders got plucked, got squashed, got squeezed and squished until the very last drop. Nice and warm. Fully organic. Fresh from the source.

Thank you, my dear Dairy Lovers:

💛 Elland 💚 Will 💙 Monty 💜 Theo 🤍 Allegra 🪻 Aileen 🍵 Hellendil 🖤 Sebastian 🦉 Alsius 🌷 Ada 💙 Wren 🐐 Felix

The almond got so excited to produce so much milk for all of you. You will never see a happier almond.

drip drip drip The disturbingly cute almond was glad to have served its duty.

🥛🥛🥛🥛🥛🥛🥛🥛🥛🥛🥛🥛🥛🥛🥛🥛🥛🥛🥛🥛

[kiwiskybe]

venho aqui te pedir humildemente para escrever algo do Enzo se apaixonando aos poucos pela melhor amiga, sabe? sonho com uma one assim because i'm just a girl😔🎀👍

link

favor 🙏 não me tacar pra bosta KAAKKASKAKAKAK eu acho que não sei escrever foda

MAS OBRIGADA PELA ASK fico mt feliz por me mandarem, juro 😭💕