#harperqasks

Send '➳♥' and I'll generate a number 1-34 for where my muse will kiss yours

Harper leaned down, letting a breath out, his hands on her knee's, spreading her legs open for. Taking his left hand from one he lowers his head the rest of the way down toward her groin, he moves his hand back to toying with the folds of her wet cunt, spreading them over the moist flesh. Removing his hand he drags his tongue up along her walls, flicking it slowly off her clit a moment later, pausing before placing a kiss more to the side, lingering for a moment, before nuzzling into her leg and then pulling his head back he sits up, away from her, his fingers going back to massaging and playing with her clit, like before.

Send "💔" (or "unwell") and I'll use this generator to write a starter where my muse is injured/sick.

Clumsily his right hand reached out, saturated in blood, he catches himself against the wall. Looking back, Harper makes sure he isn't followed, before forcing himself forward, his other hand pressing against a vicious open wound, hidden behind his blood stained shirt. He swallowed, chills running up his spin as he forced himself just a little more moving his his hand down the wall he pressed the button to the doorbell, hearing it ring inside. Then, dropping onto his knee's, drops of blood splattering on the doorway, he gasped, catching himself with his right hand before he could fall completely to the ground "Leigh... Help..."

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Hearing someone at the door he winces moving to get up from the couch where he had been resting. Straightening up his shirt Harper moved toward the door, which had been very painful to do. Unlocking he brought it half open, peaking outside. Though seeing who it what he gave a sigh of relief "Leigh...Hey. Sorry- I've been quiet, haven't I?" He asked, pulling away he opened the door, glancing outside for a moment before waving her in, hoping he wasn't showing off that he had been badly injured in some attack/fight, recently.