I feel like cavetown is Izuku’s fav artist, so here you go, one of my fav songs from them.
Masterlist
Enjoy lovelies✧˖°.
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Izuku had no idea how he’d gotten to this point. He had no idea how he ended up here.
See, the thing was, Izuku was a fanboy at heart, and whenever he met someone with an amazing quirk or charming personality, he wanted to know more about them, and part of himself admired that person.
But this was different, and he didn’t know what it was.
He thought it was just admiring one of his friends, then he tried to blame his fanboy tendencies, but that never seemed to quell the flutter in his heart when you looked his way.
Whenever you so much as glanced at him, and gave him that toothy grin with your pearly whites, Izuku’s knees weakened and he found himself (sometimes literally) tripping over himself.
The worst part? He didn’t understand why.
Izuku was usually much better at handling his emotions or at least coming to realize his stance on things, but you flipped that on its head. It’s not like he had any problems with you! In fact, quite the opposite. He loved being around you, the casual way you two would make beaded bracelets and talk about nothing in particular made him feel at home.
The way you listened as he ranted about some video game or how you would ask him genuine questions about the hero he was talking about- he didn’t feel like a burden with you.
Izuku felt like you saw him for who he was, more than just a nerd and more than just a fanboy. He felt heard, he felt cared about.
He truly didn’t think much of the hugs, the affectionate ways you’d toy with his curls, the way you’d lean against him in the commons, or how you’d hold his hand as the two of you walked down the halls at school.
It wasn’t his fault he was so…oblivious, after all, he had no experience with girls, so he just figured this was one of the ways girls showed their value of their friends, he had seen you hug Mina, kissing each other on the cheek as you greeted each other, so maybe it was normal?
Izuku nodded to himself, it was definitely normal behavior, and it wasn’t like he was complaining, he didn’t exactly have a problem with you hugging around his middle, resting your head against him as you enjoyed the movie playing in the commons.
He lazily ran his fingers through your hair, not too focused on the movie as he thought about why his heart still sped up a bit thanks to your cuddling into his side.
Maybe he was just happy to have you around? But then why did his stomach flutter so lightly?
Izuku sighed softly and looked down at you, smiling a bit as he saw your head resting against his right peck, his arm around you and a blanket draped over your shoulders as his fingers combed through your silky locks.
He faintly felt his cheeks heat up as you closed your eyes, pressing your face to the muscle of his chest and letting out a heavy sigh, your eyes closed as you drank in his affection.
Izuku’s heart stuttered in his chest, and he felt a surge of affection wash over him. He smiled softly, feeling so incredibly lucky to have a friend like you trust him the way you did. It meant a lot to Izuku.
He was snapped out of his daze by your soft hum, and gentle voice. “Hey..Izuku?” You asked softly, your eyes half lidded and obviously tired. It made sense, the training from that day left a lot of the class worn and wary.
He felt his heart skip a beat. Your face was so cute-
What..? Cute..?
What a silly thought.
“Yeah?” He blinked away the odd thought that popped into his mind, smiling down at you warmly and trying to quell away the questionable blush on his cheeks.
You yawned and rested your head against the smooth plane of his shoulder “do you think you could walk me to my room?” You asked, your tone tired and soft.
Izuku smiled a little. In all honesty, he’d pretty much do anything you needed, and often he found himself a bit too eager to assist you. Need help carrying something? Izuku would offer. Did you need some help on the homework? Borrow Izuku’s notes. Need someone to rub your back? Izuku’s hands work the best.
He didn’t have a real reason why he loved assisting you, he didn’t feel like you were using his kindness for your personal gain, because he knew how much he meant to you (at least he thought he knew), and you knew how much you meant to him.
“Oh! Sure N/n, are you wanting to go now?” He asked, his cheeks warming slightly as you smiled up at him, the bleary look on your face rather.. no no no, not again, Izuku.
You nodded and yawned, tightening your arms around his middle “yeah..I’m getting pretty tired and am probably ready for bed..” you said quietly, not wanting to disturb anyone else who might have been watching the movie.
He felt that feeling rise in his chest once again, offering a nod to try and distract himself from the giddy feeling. “Kay, I’ll walk you. Cmon sleepyhead” he said softly, standing from the couch and gently taking your hand. Why did your touch always feel like the most pleasant electricity?
Kirishima looked up from his spot on the couch, his fingers slowly combing through Bakugou’s blonde locks. “Where are you goin’, Midoriya? You guys aren’t leaving already, are you?”
Izuku smiled and chuckled lightly, rubbing the back of his neck as you sighed and wrapped your arms around his waist lazily.
“Oh, N/n is feeling tired, I’m gonna take her to her room and I’ll be back out when she gets laid down” he explained, gesturing to your clingy and tired form, basically asleep on your feet while holding onto him.
Kirishima nodded slowly, his mouth making a small ‘o’ shape in realization “oh, I see” he chuckled a bit and smiled up at Midoriya “okay cool, come back out whenever you’re done.”
Izuku nodded and looked down at you “cmon N/n, let’s get you laid down, sleepy head” he murmured, an affectionate smile on his face.
As the two of you walked out of the commons, Kirishima sighed and smiled “Midoriya is so manly.” He commented, glancing to where they disappeared, before looking back to the group.
Mina raised a brow “what do you mean?” She asked from her place on the other couch, Uraraka also glancing up, her attention caught by mentioning her friend.
Kirishima shrugged as he gently petted Bakugou’s blonde locks, the sleeping boy slouched against the redhead “I dunno, he just is such a good boyfriend, you know? He’s taking his girlfriend to bed, making sure she gets there without any problems. Seems like a gentleman to me.”
Mina blinked, before laughing, bringing a hand up to her mouth to stifle her laughter.
Kirishima raised a confused brow and looked to Uraraka, who was also smiling and giggling a little. “What’s so funny? I don’t get it?” He mumbled, glancing between both girls.
Mina paused her giggles long enough to get a sentence out “they’re not dating.” She managed to get out, letting out a breath as her lungs caught up from her laughter.
Kirishima blinked and gaped. Izuku and yourself weren’t dating!? How the hell was that even possible? The two of you were literally cuddling right next to him, the way he was cuddling with Bakugou. His boyfriend.
“Wait..are you being serious?” He asked, to which Mina and Uraraka nodded “yeah, Deku isn’t really good with social interactions, in a sense that he has no idea Y/n is crushing on him. He thinks it’s casual.” Uraraka explained with an exasperated sigh.
Kirishima let out a huff of laughter, then shook his head “oh great, so he has no idea that Y/n is falling for him? Lovely. Should we tell him? Or tell her to tell him?”
Mina shook her head and smiled, waving off his concern with a lazy hand “nah, don’t worry about them, I’ve got a feeling they’ll figure it out..” she glanced off to the hallway where the two of you walked off, a reassuring feeling warming her chest.
You and Izuku slowly walked to your dorm, the walk was filled with comfortable silence and the occasional comment. Your hand was in his, and your blanket was draped over your shoulders.
You glanced at him, seeing him smiling to himself about who knows what.
A sigh left your lips, and a deadpan formed on your lips. You’d been trying to express your crush on Izuku since the sports festival, but the boy was more focused on his dreams of becoming a hero than he was on getting a girlfriend.
You smiled a little and rolled your eyes as the two of you walked side by side, hand in hand. You were sick of his ignorance, and so tonight you were determined to make it obvious to the boy that you liked him.
The two of you approached your dorm, where Izuku stopped in front of your door and turned to you, a smile on his lips “here you are, Y/n. Are you gonna get some sleep?”
You nodded and yawned, rubbing your eye with one hand, using the other to loosely wave him off “don’t worry, Zuku, I’ll get some rest.” You smiled at him sleepily and stepped forward, wrapping your arms around his middle in a warm embrace, which he happily returned.
“Good, you pushed yourself during training today, I’m very proud of you” he said softly, his hand on the small of your back and the plane between your shoulder blades.
You blushed and smiled, closing your eyes and basking in his praise “thank you Izuku…that means so much coming from you..” you murmured, your cheek resting on his shoulder.
He felt that feeling flutter in his chest again, to which he blushed a little, smiling as he spoke “please, you saying that, sounds like I’m some pro hero” he mumbled bashfully
You scoffed and clung to him a little tighter. This idiot was either down playing how strong and amazing he was, or genuinely didn’t think he was anything special. Both were not great scenarios, in your opinion.
You huffed and rolled your eyes “you’re practically as strong as one” you grumbled into his shoulder.
Izuku simply smiled, knowing how you loved to compliment and uplift his work and progress. He didn’t like to admit it, but hearing you praise him, actually made his blood rush to his face and his confidence swell.
The two of you stood like that, before Izuku reluctantly pulled away “I’m gonna go back to the commons, okay?” He asked, placing a hand on your shoulder “please get some rest, and if you need anything, call me.”
You paused.
You’d totally forgotten how you were going to make your crush a bit more obvious to him.
He bid you goodnight, and you dumbly replied, your brain on autopilot as you began to panic.
You were gonna miss your opportunity!
“Hey Izuku!” You called out after he made it about halfway down the hall.
He turned and raised a brow “yeah? Did you need something?” He asked, his head tilting to the side like an intrigued puppy.
You trotted up to him and grabbed his hand, standing on your tippy toes to do the first thing your brain thought of.
Your lips met with his cheek, the smooth skin feeling so perfect under your touch.
Izuku stiffened and erupted into a bright red blush.
He watched as you pulled from his cheek and smiled warmly at him. “Goodnight, Izuku..get some sleep” you spun on your heel and bolted to your dorm, quickly dashing into your room.
Izuku placed a hand on his cheek and watched with a dumbfounded expression as you ran back to your room.
He finally understood what that feeling in his chest was.
It was falling in love.
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Literally SPEED typing so I can get this out on the 3rd and not the 4th I procrastinated AAA
Shout out to my dad who couldn’t tell me what year I was born or how old I was turning, or why next week on Wednesday was important. The 5th is my birthday and he couldn’t tell me why it wad important, even though it’s my birthday next week. Thanks a lot dad. 😐
Fair warning, this is the first time I’ve written for Gojo, so sorry if it’s a little off!
Enjoy my darlings ✧˖°.
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Gojo yawned as he walked down the side walk, the people bustling about around him. Things had been slow that day, surprisingly.
His errands were taken care of, he’d caused Ijichi grief, and handed Yuji off to Nanami. Yup, everything was done and accounted for.
Now it was time for his favorite part of the day. He strolled lazily through the side walks, before making his way to a flower shop.
Gojo hummed as he passed by gorgeous bouquets, really though, all he was looking for, was a pretty pink bouquet of roses.
He’d never even celebrated Valentine’s Day before recently, when a certain someone managed to catch his eye.
He chuckled lightly to himself and shook his head. There he was, a special grade sorcerer, buying pretty pink roses for his little secret.
He eventually found them, taking a modestly sized bouquet and strolling to the counter.
Gojo smiled at the woman at the register, who looked starstruck by his silky white hair and blindfold over his eyes.
“Well hey there, it’s not nice to stare” he teased lightly, the cashier stiffening before quickly accepting his money “right! I’m sorry-“ she scrambled sheepishly for his change and receipt.
She handed him the change and slip of paper. He chuckled and shook his head “it’s alright, just don’t get distracted next time” Gojo said with his cool, laid back tone. He took the flowers and chirped a ‘Thanks’ to the cashier, who embarrassedly returned it.
He took a deep breath, enjoying the cool Febuary air in his lungs and on his skin. He smiled a bit, his usual grin on his lips as he made his way back to his apartment.
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It wasn’t long before he was walking in the front door, excited to greet his little secret. “Y/n! I’m home baby girl” he called out, looking around before hearing soft footsteps.
You peeped out from the hall and smiled “Satorou, hey” you walked over to your secret lover, wrapping your arms around his neck, his arms wrapping around your waist “how was your day?”
Gojo shrugged and let out a sigh, chuckling a bit “boring, no curses or anything.” He shrugged and cupped your cheek with the hand that wasn’t holding the roses “I’m sure my pretty girl missed me. Hm? Heaven knows she can’t live without me”
You huffed and smirked, rolling your eyes “you wish, bone head” you kissed your boyfriend’s cheek, turning and beginning to walk off.
Gojo wasn’t having any of it.
“Hey, baby girl, where do you think you’re going?” You squeaked as you felt an arm snake around your waist and pull your back to a warm and broad chest. “I bought you flowers you know” he smiled from behind you, you could hear that bastard’s smug and attractive smile in his voice.
You shivered as he whispered in your ear, but blushed even harder as flowers suddenly were held out in front of you. Pink roses. They were gorgeous. “Oh..Satorou..” you murmured softly
He chuckled softly and pressed his face to your neck “I know. I’m the best aren’t I?” He expected some quippy remark, however, he didn’t get that.
“Yeah..” you murmured softly, leaning back against him.
Gojo’s heart paused in his chest, seemingly stopping forever at your soft and genuine expression of affection.
He smiled softly and pressed a kiss to your cheek “you’re too sweet, baby girl, you know that?” He mumbled, his hand releasinf the flowers as you took them in one of yours.
You angled your head to the side, smiling at him softly. You cupped his cheek with your free hand, your thumb running over his cheek bone “only for you, Mr. Special Grade Sorcerer”
Gojo chuckled lightly and sighed, shaking his head “I love you, Y/n” he said with a small grin.
“I love you too, Satorou” you murmured before gently placing your lips on his.
Sure, he kept you a secret, god knows what would happen if a curse found out about your existence, but that didn’t mean he loved you any less.
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AGHGHGTH I hope you liked this, I was a little nervous writing this, because Gojo has a kind of sarcasm that i don’t really know how to write into a romance? So I hope this was good, if not, feel free to leave your criticism in the comments. Enjoy your nights, loves 🩵
PLEASE OMFG LOOK AT IZUKUS EARS IM GONNA FUCKING COMMIT A CRIME SOMEONE-
@candiiee @anzs-stuff @cvnt4him
Origin of "Deku"
Warning! Smut and other spicy stuff.
Thinking about..virgin!izuku…
Masterlist
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Virgin!Izuku who has never had a girlfriend before, but thinks he knows how to treat a woman from watching porn or hentai.
Virgin!izuku who has a stash of 18+ mangas under his mattress.
Virgin!Izuku who froths at the mouth at the thought of being degraded, having his hair pulled or even smacked a little.
Virgin!izuku who has lewd dreams about girls at his school, mercilessly edging him, and degrading him the whole time, but he can’t cum
Virgin!izuku who makes it to high school, a disgusting perv who’s hiding behind a sweet boy facade. (It’s less a facade and more like he’s a shy and sweet boy who’s got a pervy side)
Virgin!izuku who meets reader, and oh boy.
Virgin!izuku who squirms as he lays in his bed, his breathing heavy and his throbbing cock twitching in his hand, why is he worked up? You smiled at him, complimenting his curls. That was literally it.
Virgin!izuku who swallows dryly when he sees the way your boobs rested on your desk as you talked with the girls, your shirt struggling to keep your chest contained.
Virgin!izuku who feels dirty as he rushes out of the classroom, bolting it to the nearest bathroom to jerk off.
Virgin!izuku who is a whimpering, whiny mess, struggling to keep quiet as one of his hands rubs his nipple though his shirt, the other quickly fisting his cock, his breaths ragged and uneven as he recalls how squishy and soft your chest looked.
Virgin!Izuku who almost passes away when you’re fighting him during the sports festival, your jacket getting ripped open by a chunk of debris, your tank top ripping under that and revealing your black bra to him.
Virgin!Izuku who is throwing himself into the bathrooms to try and cool down before his fight with Todoroki, his mind on your chest and that goddamn bra.
Virgin!izuku who’s incredibly embarrassed after you visit him in the infirmary, checking on him and his broken arms and fingers.
Virgin!izuku who’s a blushing mess when you compliment him on his pain tolerance, his mind wandering to think about you grabbing his hair while he pushes his face in your boobs or in your thighs.
Virgin!Izuku who moves into the dorms with the rest of his class, and is both dreading, and loving it.
Virgin!izuku, who walks past your door, seeing it open.
Virgin!izuku who invited himself into your room, only to see your bra tossed haphazardly onto the floor, and wasted no time in snatching it.
Virgin!izuku who bolts to his room, slamming the door and locking it behind him as he pulls your bra from his pocket and burying his face in the fabric (it’s a sports bra)
Virgin!izuku who lays on his bed, his hips slowly rutting into his mattress as he desperately inhaled the smell of sweat and your perfume from your bra, whining and whimpering like a bitch in heat.
Virgin!izuku who’s gasping and moaning out your name, begging for release as his hips roll and grind his hard, throbbing cock into his mattress.
Virgin!izuku who feels so ashamed of himself after he cums, his load soaking his boxers and shorts and your bra laying on the pillow he’d buried his face into.
Virgin!izuku who can’t look at you the next day in school, despite your efforts to greet or talk to him.
Virgin!izuku who is mortified when you and himself are paired together for partner sparring.
Virgin!Izuku who follows you on shaky legs, walking through the false city training grounds, seeing how your boobs jiggle in your hero costume.
Virgin!Izuku who pops a boner as soon as the two of you walk into a building, away from prying eyes and ears.
Virgin!Izuku who gasps as you grab him and push him against the wall, demanding to know what’s been going on with him
Virgin!izuku who finally snaps, grabbing your shoulders and flipping your positions, burying his face in the crook of your neck, his hips slowly rolling against your thigh.
Virgin!izuku who whines and whimpers like a slut as you flex your thigh, grabbing his hips gently and murmuring soft praise to him
Virgin!Izuku who pathetically moans and grabs your hero costume “y-y/n- please- degrade me- please”
Virgin!Izuku who doesn’t protest as you lay him on the cool concrete ground, slowly unbuckling his belt and opening his hero costume to your gaze
Virgin!Izuku who arches his back as you pull your costume to the side and slowly lower your tight, soaking wet core onto his throbbing cock, a loud and pornographic moan leaving his throat
Virgin!izuku who’s so incredibly vocal, babbling and mewling out as you slowly ride his dick, who’s begging for your degradation
Virgin!izuku who cums as soon as you call him a needy whore, feeling all of his restraint and self respect fly out the window as his orgasm his him harder than a train.
Virgin!izuku who’s so incredibly blushed and hides his face after you softly brush his hair out of his face, praising him softly for his performance.
Virgin!izuku who shyly asks if the two of you are dating now, to which you laugh softly and assure him you are.
Virgin!izuku who literally bursts into tears with his cock still inside of you and his cum dripping out of your core
Virgin!izuku who’s so incredibly happy to call you his partner, and vows to do whatever he can to make you happy.
Silly little thing I thought of bc of me and @cvnt4him gawking over some Izuku art lmfao.
He would have been too powerful with the glasses.
@candiiee @cvnt4him @anzs-stuff
Izuku sensei is so Clark Kent coded... ooough
UR SO RIGHT WHAT
Warnings; swearing.
Masterlist
Enjoy my lovelies ✧˖°.
🌸
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What was a good way to describe how you left Izuku?
Breathless.
You were gorgeous, so so so sweet, and had the most pure heart. You were talented, drawing people in with your passion for what you loved, whether that be music, art, writing, or whatever else you may be interested in, Izuku loved how you were.
He often spaced out in class thinking about you, gazing at your soft hair and gentle eyes. You had no idea just how much this boy admired you. He practiced drawing you in his notebook, each wave of your hair, each curve of your face, everything.
Izuku knew his feelings were silly, he’d never truly felt love before, but he just knew this is what it was. It wasn’t some silly crush- no no no. He’d had a few crushes on a few boys from middle school, but none of them compared to his feelings for you.
Izuku would stay up late on the phone with you,
“You think? Dude, I’ve never even thought about it that way” you mumbled, looking up at the ceiling as your phone laid next to your head. Izuku’s soft laughter came in from the other side “I know right? I’ve gotten that reaction quite a few times, I know it’s nerdy.” You sighed and smiled softly. “Just cause it’s nerdy, doesn’t mean it isn’t invalid.”
going out to the arcades with you;
“Woah! You’re so good at DDR Midoriya!” You gushed with wide eyes, gaping as Izuku’s feet tapped against the colored squares on the DDR pad. “Go Midoriya!” You laughed and cheered, making the boy’s heart race at seeing your smile.
He’d even been vulnerable with you.
Izuku looked up at the stars, curfew long passed and most of the dorm asleep. You padded out and looked over at him “can’t sleep?” You asked softly. Izuku sighed and ran a hand through his messy curls. “You could say that” he said softly. You could sense the tension in the air, so you being the considerate and kind person you were, you gently wrapped him in a hug, which he reciprocated. Izuku let out a soft sigh and felt a few silent tears slide down his cheeks. “Thank you..” he whispered quietly.
The point was, Izuku was attached, his heart clinging to your smile, your laugh, your skills and your friendship with him.
You were so..amazing.
Izuku felt like he was leagues behind you, like he had to over-compensate, and that he did.
The boys were sparring out in the grass, the sky was dark and cloudy, the air cool against their hot skin.
Izuku looked up at the clouds and frowned. He didn’t want to get sick if it started to rain, and the thunder rumbling in the background didn’t seem to ease his worries.
You sat on the steps with Tsu and Uraraka, watching as the boys wrestled, cheering for them.
Izuku smiled sweetly as he saw you, however, he felt a drop of rain hit his skin, then another, then a third, until it was pouring. He shuddered as the cool water fell onto his skin.
“Guys! We should go in! We could get sick!” Izuku called to the boys, who were now slipping on the growingly wet ground.
Kaminari laughed, Bakugou groaning in disdain as the rain pelted him “fuck off Deku. I’m not letting some shitty rain stop me from kicking dunce face’s ass! Don’t be a pussy!”
Izuku blushed embarrassedly and looked over to you, who looked unimpressed with Bakugous words. He didn’t want to stay out in the rain, but with none of the other boys- not even Bakugou -going inside, he decided to follow the crowd to seem tough like them.
He definitely regretted that.
Izuku sighed softly as you blotted his forehead dry, his hair slightly sticking to his sweaty skin. “I’m sorry Y/n” he mumbled, his nose stuffy and voice nasally.
You sighed and smiled, shaking your head “it’s okay Midoriya, I know how dedicated you are to your training. Just, try not to get soaking wet in the cold rain next time, okay?”
He nodded and blushed as you gently cupped his cheek, tilting his face up to gently wipe away the sweat from his feverish skin.
In his hazy-ish, state of having a fever, his brain thought it acceptable to look up at you and smile softly, words slipping out before he could stop them “you’re..you’re amazing..Y/n..” he said before letting out a few nasty coughs.
You blushed a little and smiled, feeling a small flutter in your chest “aw..thank you Midoriya-“
“Izuku.”
“H-huh?” You paused your motions and cocked your head to the side. Izuku looked at you with furrowed brows. “Call me Izuku” he clarified.
Your eyes widened slightly and you felt heat crawl up to your ears “wait- that’s like..intimate..right? First name usage I mean..” you said as you tucked some of your hair behind your ear, looking away as you fiddled with the hem of your shirt.
Izuku nodded, smiling softly at your shy demeanor “I..I want to be closer with you..Y/n..I want you to use my first name..please..?”
You swallowed dryly, before smiling a little at him. “Alright…if you say so..Izuku”
His eyes widened and his heart raced in his chest.
God, there it was again.
That feeling you always gave him. That feeling of love and adoration.
The feeling of being breathless.
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I would have gotten this out sooner if I wasn’t being a nerd and trying to figure out how heavy the steel beam Izuku was lifting during his fight with Gentle Criminal was. Spoiler alert, 1,933.34 lbs - 2,400 lbs. you’re welcome.
I’m gonna marry him
Deku doodles
Sooo…
Lots of people loved my Izuku x Chubby!Fem!reader, and I was wondering. I think I’ll turn them into a series, but I need to know who to do the next one for soooo
Dude this would actually be adorable
💘Since Valentine’s month is almost here, I was wondering…
🌸Would anybody like little art pieces or Headcannons of their self ship? I’ll send them in asks or DMs!
🌟Please comment/reblog this post so I know who’s okay with me sending fan made pieces in their inboxes on the 14th of February!
Hii! I’m Alexa! I like to write fanfic, mostly for Izuku, but I’ll definitely write for others. Feel free to send me an ask! I love doing them <3ᯓ★݁She/her ★ 🩷💜💙ᯓ★18+ acc ⊹₊⋆
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