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#self reblog#all of these are ties#I only intend to write one#as lovely as booty snacking series sounds- I do not have the time
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#n/sfw#polls#gails thoughts 💭#sorry I am in the mood to write this and I need a muse#if this is not your thing then please scroll away#tw ass play#Reigen will always b there bc he is my muse
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Hello for the perhaps one or two of you that are hungry for the part 2 of my Kenjaku fic.. I want to assure you I am in the kitchen cooking
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“How many different kinds did you say were in here again?” Yoarashi asked as he eagerly popped a second heart shaped chocolate into his mouth. The shiny pink wrapping paper and bow long abandoned on the floor below. He licked the remnants of the confectionary off his fingers, making sure to savor every last bit.
You smiled affectionately at the way your boyfriend enthusiastically tried your homemade sweets, “There should be four different flavors: raspberry, dark chocolate, strawberry, and white chocolate.”
“DELICIOUS!” He loudly exclaimed, grabbing one of the white hearts adorned with pink sanded sugar, “I didn’t know I was dating the world’s best chocolatier. You’ve been hiding it from me!”
“Inasa, don’t eat all of them right now! Save some for later,” you scolded your boyfriend in a teasing manner, playfully shoving one of his toned arms, “Jeeze.”
“Is it so wrong for me to enjoy my gift? I don’t want to be ungrateful!” One of his large hands reached over to affectionately pinch your cheek, “If you want some you can just ask, what’s mine is yours.”
You puffed your lips into a pout, you had a craving and it certainly wasn’t for chocolate. What you wanted for this Valentine’s Day most of all was your boyfriend’s attention. Now that he was a pro-hero, the two of you didn’t get to spend as much time together, so you savored the alone time.
You turned your head away from him, slipping your cheek out of his grip, and exaggerated your pout, “Do you love me or chocolate more?”
You were answered with a booming laugh. Yoarashi finally set the box aside and pulled you onto his lap and wrapped his strong arms around your waist. He bent down from the waist so he could rest his forehead against yours to look into yours eyes while giving you his signature goofy grin.
“You, of course!” He teased as he pushed his nose playfully against yours, “They were just so delicious, I couldn’t help myself. Here! Have a taste.”
Yoarashi slotted his lips against yours, running his tongue along your bottom lip when you relaxed into his kiss. Your arms wrapped around his broad shoulders and you ran one of your hands through his short, cropped hair.
A surprised gasp escaped your lips when Yoarashi suddenly flipped on your back, straddling your body nipping at your neck, “Although, I think you taste even better.”
@milky-fixx for you 💘
#Valentine’s Day fics#inasa yoarashi x reader#yoarashi inasa x reader#inasa bnha x reader#inasa x reader#srb
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You frantically used some work documents to fan the smoke away from the alarm to stop the god awful ringing as your boyfriend darted around the apartment in a panicked state looking for the fire extinguisher. The smell of burnt… something permeated your senses.
This was not the evening you were expecting to come home to for Valentine’s Day. Akira told you that he had a surprise and you were thinking along the lines of a box of chocolates or a bouquet. Instead you were greeted with a stovetop of flames and what appeared to be cake mix smeared on your white cabinets.
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“I’m back!” You said cheerfully as you could as you unlocked your boyfriend’s apartment door. Reigen and you had agreed not to do anything special for Valentine’s Day this year and you were doing your best not to seem too put out by it.
“Wait! Don’t come in yet!” Your boyfriend frantically called from somewhere inside the apartment. He ran to the door and quickly ushered you back onto the landing.
You rolled your eyes at him playfully, “Taka, it’s freezing out here, whatever it is I’m sure we can clean it up together.”
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“H-Hey! Sai.. wait up. It’s crowded!” You shouted after your friend pushing through the crowd of people. Once you got close to Saitama you gripped the hem of his shirt, nervous the two of you might get separated again.
The two of you were making your way to one of your favorite cafes that served the most adorable themed meal sets for different holidays and events. Typically they booked out weeks in advance but you were able to snag a spot for Valentine’s Day. You bumped into your friend’s back when he stopped walking abruptly.
“You’re going to wrinkle my shirt,” Saitama looked down at your hand grabbing onto his shirt and grimaced, “I don’t need to hear Geno’s explain his entire steaming and ironing process to me again.”
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tysm to @polariae for making my delulu dreams reality
#reblogging this over here because I’m barking like a dog#self ship art#my beautiful Kenjaku 🥺#commissions
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The doctor will see you now..
Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen
Pairing: Kenjaku x Reader (afab reader, mentions of female pronouns) established relationship
Cw: roleplay, medical play, brief mentions of power dynamics
Word Count: ~1000
you and your partner try a new roleplay. Chapter 242 has me feral forever. Smut will be in part 2
Part 1/2
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Earlier in the day, your partner had mentioned he wanted to ‘try something new’ that evening and he intended it to be a surprise. Now you were seated on the edge of the bed, patiently waiting after Kenjaku left the bedroom, closing the door behind him. He claimed he had to ‘prepare things’ and he would be back shortly. Your eyes lingered onto the door where he had left through, eagerly awaiting his return. The anticipation and ignorance of not knowing what was to come made your stomach flip with nervousness and excitement.
The sound of the bedroom door creaking open caused your breath to momentarily catch in the back of your throat, pulling you from your thoughts. Kenjaku entered the bedroom again wearing a white lab coat over his clothes, he had a stethoscope draped over his shoulders. His large hands gripped a pen and a clipboard.
You worried your bottom lip between your teeth at the sight. One of Kenjaku’s favorite things to do in the bedroom was roleplay, you figured it was a way for him to keep things interesting after simply existing for so long. He always took whatever role he was playing incredibly seriously and he wanted, no expected, you to do the same.
Kenjaku appeared to be taking in your nervous expression by the way his eyes lingered on your face. His demeanor was as calm as it always is. He gave you a small impersonal smile as he spoke in an even tone.
“Ah, Miss Y/N. Good to see you again. I believe you’re here for your yearly physical, is that correct?” Kenjaku flipped through whatever papers he had attached to the clipboard awaiting your response.
You let out a shaky breath and responded, “Y-yes, that’s correct… Doctor.”
“Great,” he replied in a more upbeat manner, once he saw you were compliant with taking the role of a patient, “Before we get started, do you have any issues or concerns you wish to address during this visit?”
“No, Kenj— I mean Doctor. I am just here for my yearly physical,” You responded, noticing the subtle manner in which his eyebrow twitched when you made the slightest slip up in the roleplay.
He, however, let it go. Kenjaku could be described as thorough and prepared in just about everything he does, including your bedroom activities. He proceeded to ask you various questions about your medical history, medications, diet, alcohol consumption. The entire interaction felt just as if you actually were at the doctor. He remained impartial and focused, even when you intentionally lied about your medical history to see what his response would be. His pen just smoothly documented your responses onto the notepad attached to his clipboard.
Once he had finished his questionnaire, Kenjaku stood and approached you. He pulled out a digital thermometer from the pocket on his lab coat and gave you a more gentle look.
“I’m just going to take your vitals now, please open your mouth.”
Your lips parted for him as you opened your mouth for him to insert the device beneath your tongue. His close proximity to you and the manner in which he stayed in such a professional role made your heart pound. Your lips closed around the digital thermometer so it could get an accurate reading on your temperature. Once the device quietly beeped, Kenjaku gently pulled it from between your lips and read the results, once again documenting them.
“Normal, good good,” He replied, slipping the thermometer back into his pocket. Kenjaku then took out a small pocket pen flashlight. You had to mentally commend him for the commitment to the bit, the amount of items he procured just for different roleplay was impressive. “Please open your mouth and stick your tongue out for me, Miss Y/N.”
You complied with his request, he clicked the small flashlight on and examined the back of your throat. You could feel your cheeks burning with embarrassment from him looking at your body in such a seemingly analytical way. His eyes flicked up to yours for the briefest moment, you knew he was deriving pleasure from making you uncomfortable. He broke his professional persona for a brief moment when his warm hand touched your chin gently. It wasn’t enough to break the illusion of doctor and patient but you appreciated the soft touch from your partner.
“You can close now, thank you,” Kenjaku said softly as he pulled the stethoscope off from around his neck. He secured it in place and gave you a reassuring smile, “Might be a bit cold.”
You jolted slightly when the cold device was placed on the exposed skin of your chest while he listened to your heartbeat. He moved the small disc around your chest and a barely noticeable smirk lifted the corner of his lips slightly, “Your heart rate is elevated but otherwise it sounds healthy.”
Kenjaku’s hand rested on your shoulder while he listened to your lungs, placing the resonator on your back. The small bit of personal contact again made your heart race, you felt ridiculous that the slightest bit of affection would get you excited but it was the perceived power dynamic in the scene that made it seem more exciting. He took the stethoscope off and stepped back from you and regarded you with the same kind, professional smile again.
“Next is the physical exam. I ask that you get undressed and lay underneath the sheet on the bed,” There was a mischievous glint in his eyes as he spoke his directions, “I’ll give you some privacy to do so.”
Your partner slipped out of the bedroom again, shutting the door behind him. Once again leaving you alone, not knowing what would come next.
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The doctor will see you now..
Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen
Pairing: Kenjaku x Reader (afab reader, mentions of female pronouns) established relationship
Cw: roleplay, medical play, brief mentions of power dynamics
Word Count: ~1000
you and your partner try a new roleplay. Chapter 242 has me feral forever. Smut will be in part 2
Part 1/2
ao3 link
Earlier in the day, your partner had mentioned he wanted to ‘try something new’ that evening and he intended it to be a surprise. Now you were seated on the edge of the bed, patiently waiting after Kenjaku left the bedroom, closing the door behind him. He claimed he had to ‘prepare things’ and he would be back shortly. Your eyes lingered onto the door where he had left through, eagerly awaiting his return. The anticipation and ignorance of not knowing what was to come made your stomach flip with nervousness and excitement.
The sound of the bedroom door creaking open caused your breath to momentarily catch in the back of your throat, pulling you from your thoughts. Kenjaku entered the bedroom again wearing a white lab coat over his clothes, he had a stethoscope draped over his shoulders. His large hands gripped a pen and a clipboard.
You worried your bottom lip between your teeth at the sight. One of Kenjaku’s favorite things to do in the bedroom was roleplay, you figured it was a way for him to keep things interesting after simply existing for so long. He always took whatever role he was playing incredibly seriously and he wanted, no expected, you to do the same.
Kenjaku appeared to be taking in your nervous expression by the way his eyes lingered on your face. His demeanor was as calm as it always is. He gave you a small impersonal smile as he spoke in an even tone.
“Ah, Miss Y/N. Good to see you again. I believe you’re here for your yearly physical, is that correct?” Kenjaku flipped through whatever papers he had attached to the clipboard awaiting your response.
You let out a shaky breath and responded, “Y-yes, that’s correct… Doctor.”
“Great,” he replied in a more upbeat manner, once he saw you were compliant with taking the role of a patient, “Before we get started, do you have any issues or concerns you wish to address during this visit?”
“No, Kenj— I mean Doctor. I am just here for my yearly physical,” You responded, noticing the subtle manner in which his eyebrow twitched when you made the slightest slip up in the roleplay.
He, however, let it go. Kenjaku could be described as thorough and prepared in just about everything he does, including your bedroom activities. He proceeded to ask you various questions about your medical history, medications, diet, alcohol consumption. The entire interaction felt just as if you actually were at the doctor. He remained impartial and focused, even when you intentionally lied about your medical history to see what his response would be. His pen just smoothly documented your responses onto the notepad attached to his clipboard.
Once he had finished his questionnaire, Kenjaku stood and approached you. He pulled out a digital thermometer from the pocket on his lab coat and gave you a more gentle look.
“I’m just going to take your vitals now, please open your mouth.”
Your lips parted for him as you opened your mouth for him to insert the device beneath your tongue. His close proximity to you and the manner in which he stayed in such a professional role made your heart pound. Your lips closed around the digital thermometer so it could get an accurate reading on your temperature. Once the device quietly beeped, Kenjaku gently pulled it from between your lips and read the results, once again documenting them.
“Normal, good good,” He replied, slipping the thermometer back into his pocket. Kenjaku then took out a small pocket pen flashlight. You had to mentally commend him for the commitment to the bit, the amount of items he procured just for different roleplay was impressive. “Please open your mouth and stick your tongue out for me, Miss Y/N.”
You complied with his request, he clicked the small flashlight on and examined the back of your throat. You could feel your cheeks burning with embarrassment from him looking at your body in such a seemingly analytical way. His eyes flicked up to yours for the briefest moment, you knew he was deriving pleasure from making you uncomfortable. He broke his professional persona for a brief moment when his warm hand touched your chin gently. It wasn’t enough to break the illusion of doctor and patient but you appreciated the soft touch from your partner.
“You can close now, thank you,” Kenjaku said softly as he pulled the stethoscope off from around his neck. He secured it in place and gave you a reassuring smile, “Might be a bit cold.”
You jolted slightly when the cold device was placed on the exposed skin of your chest while he listened to your heartbeat. He moved the small disc around your chest and a barely noticeable smirk lifted the corner of his lips slightly, “Your heart rate is elevated but otherwise it sounds healthy.”
Kenjaku’s hand rested on your shoulder while he listened to your lungs, placing the resonator on your back. The small bit of personal contact again made your heart race, you felt ridiculous that the slightest bit of affection would get you excited but it was the perceived power dynamic in the scene that made it seem more exciting. He took the stethoscope off and stepped back from you and regarded you with the same kind, professional smile again.
“Next is the physical exam. I ask that you get undressed and lay underneath the sheet on the bed,” There was a mischievous glint in his eyes as he spoke his directions, “I’ll give you some privacy to do so.”
Your partner slipped out of the bedroom again, shutting the door behind him. Once again leaving you alone, not knowing what would come next.
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You are all about to see the manifestation of how mentally ill these panels really have made me.
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Thank you to the people showing love to my Kenjaku fic 🥲 means the world to me because I haven’t been posting my writing in awhile
#and he’s not a universally loved character#gails thoughts 💭#planning on writing for Mahito too in the near future 💖#my other beloved
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Kenjaku x Reader
~800 words
(Bickering, implied relationship, was supposed to be a drabble but I got carried away)
Kenjaku sat with his companion as he worked on his preparations for the culling game. He couldn’t help notice the long drawn out sigh that left your lips. He thought about ignoring it but he knew that it would only cause him further trouble down the line if he left you to stew in whatever thoughts you were having, even if they were.. in his mind, foolish.
He glanced over at you, “Pray tell, what is it this time?”
You let out another dramatic, exasperated sigh, “how come you only use the hideous cursed spirits?”
Kenjaku almost choked on the tea he was drinking, “W-what?”
He usually expected you to complain about something ridiculous, often wondering why he kept you around in the first place. Other than the fact that he found you aesthetically pleasing, you served absolutely no purpose to his plans. Although he occasionally found you amusing.
You drawled on, “Geto had some beautiful curses stored up yet you’re for some reason always whipping out those gross centipedes.. and other creepy things. Must you be so macabre?”
Kenjaku laughed softly in your face while you pouted childishly, “I don’t really think macabre is the word you’re looking for, my dear” he said condescendingly, his face maintaining that ever present smile, “But I can see why my choices may unsettle you.”
With your cheeks puffed out you whined a bit, “You could use rainbow dragon but you choose the centipedes! I literally don’t understand.”
This earns an eye roll from Kenjaku, something that you would normally relish in if you were not genuinely annoyed with his inability to utilize cursed spirits that didn’t give you the creeps.
“Y/N this is not a game of Pokémon,” He chastised you, “I am not going to pick and choose which cursed spirits I summon because you think they are cute. Cease your complaining.”
You didn’t stop, not in the least. “Okay but why don’t you even use the worm? It’s like GTA pockets. You have to admit it’s convenient and you aren’t even utilizing it..”
Kenjaku side-eyed you, considering if he should answer you honestly or just give you a non-answer. He sighed and mumbled. “It’s old man face… makes me uneasy.”
“It seems friendly for a cursed spirit,” you said shrugging your shoulders.
“It’s a damn cursed spirit! None of them are friendly. You probably would think Mahito was your best friend if he smiled at you. You really need to be more cautious about them,” He scolded you for the millionth time. Kenjaku wondered if it was even worth bringing you into the fold of his plans or if you would inevitably just end up ruining everything with your inability to think critically.
You flinched back slightly and looked up at him with a bit of a doe-eyed expression, “b-but I thought Mahito was my friend..”
He ran his hands through his long hair and let out an exasperated sigh. Kenjaku truly looked like he was running out of patience, “How many times do I have to tell you to stay away from that curse unless it is absolutely necessary for you to talk to him? And it is rarely, if ever, necessary for you to converse with him!”
Despite Kenjaku’s obvious annoyance and frustration you decided to defend your decision to associate with the curse, “Well Mahito is funny and he once showed me the shrunken human he keeps in his pocket.. it was… a little weird though.”
“And you didn’t stop to think that you’re very lucky you didn’t end up as the shrunken pocket human? Never occurred to you, hm? Ensuring that you do not die is becoming a full time job.” Kenjaku snapped at you, his hands holding your cheeks in his palms, “And quite frankly I do not have the extra time to expend on it.”
Your eyes shifted up to meet his scrutinizing gaze, letting yourself linger on his features a bit before speaking. Taking in the way his brow was furrowed in frustration despite his normally calm demeanor. You knew it was time to concede.
“I’m sorry, Kenjaku. I didn’t realize it was that big of a deal,” You said softly, in an attempt to play off all of his valid concerns.
He leaned forward, resting his forehead against your own. His eyes closed and he inhaled deeply in an attempt to center himself again. His hands were still on the sides of your cheeks keeping you still. Kenjaku allowed himself to have this pleasure for a few moments before he pulled away.
“You are very fortunate you are cute. Otherwise I would not tolerate any of this.”
You smiled enjoying the compliment, “okay but can you maybe try to use rainbow dragon?”
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🎅 Dabi Home for Christmas 🎄
Dabi x Reader
Crack, Christmas and your boyfriend flirting with your mom
Summary: You bring your boyfriend, Dabi, home to meet your parent's for the first time on Christmas
(This is a repost from my old old old blog from like 2018)
“Babe, I still don’t think this is a good idea”, Your crispy boyfriend said to you as he tugged at the sleeves of the sweater you had picked out for him, clearly irritated.
“It’s too late to back out now, I already told my entire family that you’re coming” You replied honestly. It was about time that your family met Dabi. You had been seeing each other for almost a year now, and you were quite sick of your relatives pestering you about when you would finally meet someone or offering to introducing you to the “their friend’s son” or even the occasional “nice boy they met at the grocery store”.
Sure you had your reservations on how your family would react to your boyfriend, but if the two of you were in it for the long haul, it was a necessary step. Aside from your outward appearances, Dabi and you were already a strange match. He was a villain, living a dangerous lifestyle, a bad boy, and you… you were an accountant. You were responsible, you recycled, and generally didn’t have a bad bone in your body.
“I seriously look fucking ridiculous”, Dabi protested when he saw his appearance in the mirror, attempting to take in the fact that you had somehow convinced him to wear fitted khaki slacks and an argyle sweater. “I don’t see why I can’t dress like I normally do, is your family really full of all stuck up assholes that it’s going to matter this much?”
“Please just wear the outfit. It’s one day. First impressions matter a lot. After this, I don’t care what you wear, I promise. It’s Christmas dinner please just cooperate this once, Dabi” you begged him exasperated. You wanted to just leave already for the damn Christmas party and he was being so difficult.
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Finally the two of you arrived at your grandmother’s house. You looked at Dabi and made sure he remembered his backstory that you drilled into his head a thousand times on the ride over. You two met at a coffee shop and he was in his final year at the local university finishing up his business degree. Definitely NOT in the league of villains…. He wondered if your family was going to buy any part of your story once they got one look at his face, but he was at least willing to have a front row seat for an entertaining evening.
As soon as you opened the front door you were greeted by your mother enthusiastically walking towards to hug you, “MERRY CHRISTMA-” she stopped short when she saw your… boyfriend emerge from the door behind you. “…s…..” She continued to stare open mouthed directly at him.
“Mom… stop it.. You’re being rude” you muttered under your breath while gripping her wrist before continuing louder “Mom, this is my boyfriend Dabi”
You glared back at him, indicating that it was his turn to say something to your mother as well.
“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. I’ve heard so much about you from Y/N” Dabi spoke in a even toned manner, not indicating any hint of nervousness. Honestly you were actually impressed with his manners, you weren’t sure what to expect honestly given he was always a bit of a smartass with you. “I can definitely see where she gets all of her good looks from. You’re just as beautiful as your daughter is”
You look back at him, mortified. Is he seriously trying to win your mother over by flirting with her? Swiveling your head back to glance at mother dearest, you see that her cheeks are flushed. No, this is not happening, nope.
“Oh, stop it.” She waved her hand at him, before winking at you “I like this one already. You’ve got a keeper”
What the fuck.
You caught a glimpse of your father walking up from behind your mother, thank god, you were saved from this horribly awkward experience. You were taking a mental note to choke Dabi later tonight when you got home for the humiliation you were feeling. Your father stops a few feet away clearing his throat in order to get your mother’s and presumably, Dabi’s attention.
“I assume you’re the boyfriend.. Erm.. Dabo.. Was it? Nice to meet you” He extended his hand out towards Dabi, for a handshake. However, your father seemed visibly uncomfortable with Dabi’s presence.
“Yes, Dad this is, indeed my boyfriend. Its Dabi, though… Dad..” you chimed in quickly trying to dispel any awkwardness. However, your father seemed unphased at his slip up, shrugging at his mistake.
Dabi returned the handshake and offered a forced smile.It was clear to him that he wasn’t going to be able to flirt his way into your dad’s heart. The atmosphere was quickly getting uncomfortable between the two of them and you were quick to move things along.
Your dad looked at him and asked “So, Dabo, what with all the metal in your face? Going through a phase or something?”
“Well.. OKAY.. we should probably go see grandma, huh?” you said to your mom, grabbing Dabi’s hand pulling him along with you.
On your way to the kitchen, you pulled Dabi off into the living room, to take a moment away from your family. You weren’t sure if he needed a break but you were already feeling a overwhelmed. Things were not going exactly how you had envisioned them already, you were not sure what kind of hot disaster the rest of the evening was going to hold. You ran your hands through your hair taking a deep breath.
“You doing okay?” Dabi said while laughing at you, “You still think your brilliant plan of bringing me home for the holidays was a good one?”
Shooting him an annoyed look you hissed, “Well you’re not making it any better! I can’t believe you were actually flirting with my mom! You creep!”
He was still chuckling to himself while he grabbed you from behind, snaking his arms around your waist, “You asked me to try to make them like me. I am trying. Don’t worry. I’ll be on my best behavior now”.
“Thanks. Try not to flirt with my grandma too, Dabo” you said dryly while rolling your eyes. You were going to need a lot of wine to get through this Christmas dinner…
#dabi x reader#Touya Todoroki x Reader#todoroki touya x reader#I literally have no reread this so no idea what’s going on#ENJOy#gail writes
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I’m working on something so special for y’all. 🥺
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Damn sorry for disappearing! I will return eventually. 😎✌️
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Commission from @zestivivi tysm 🥲 this is literally so beautiful
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