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toughbunnyforever · 2 months
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paint practice kacchan (princess mononoke au)
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ananayellow · 10 months
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Literally
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janellelawrence · 1 year
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🗡You're beautiful🐉
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kakooshi · 22 days
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Why is Katsuki so freaking pretty in the Vol. 40 back cover, and why does it look like he's giving the same gay ass stare he gave Izuku in that one OVA? He really is the princess AND love interest of MHA 😭
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mysteriesmuse · 10 months
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Princess Reader x Royal Guard Katsuki Bakugo
Bakugou Katsuki’s job is literally to stand by you day and night. You promoted him to being your personal guard and now he follows you around the castle like a dog. Katsuki thought he would hate it. Thought he would have to do something to get himself fired. Something that would make you dislike him because everytime he was around you his skin definitely felt red hot and he had a slight nauseating sensation in his stomach. It’s only when steam started pouring out his ears with him clenching his teeth and palms that he was able to pinpoint that feeling. Oh yes that previous feeling was jealously and Katsuki Bakugou apparently didn’t hate you. Because he really felt jealous about this stupid suitor that was attempting to woo you. He liked you. He had a crush on the princess he was in charge of protecting with his life. Not that, that would change. But now he had a reason to get to know you more. To make the same impression that the other elite guards made with small talk that put you at ease during any shift changes.
BECOME THE BEST GUARD IN THE CASTLE: CHECK
MAKE SMALL TALK & GET IN GOOD GRACES WITH THE PRINCESS: IN PROGRESS
WOO THE PRINCESS: ??? So Katsuki really freaking struggled with small talk. Plus, I mean the guy knows practically everything about you. How is he supposed to make small talk if he can’t just ask the questions? Trick question he still can. In reality he doesn’t really have to. He’s supposed to be a rather stoic and sentient figurine that guards you. His first few attempts were meet with startled eyes and strange looks for the next few weeks. You’re known to be fairly cordial and friendly with the guards, but his reputation proceeded him. Big Scary Guard Dog Bakugou. That’s who you were told was your new guard. And that’s what you expected for the most part. A quiet guy who may or may not be a piece of eye candy following you around like a shadow. Oh boy, were you wrong. He was definitely a piece of eye candy. Actually he was the piece of eye candy that was apart of your elite protection group. A very silent man Bakugou. And after the first couple of weeks of him assigned as you personal guard your opinion on that changed. Bakugou grunts out a G’mornin’ and a G’night to you every day. Almost looks strained, but it’s pleasant nonetheless. And he’s incredibly observant too. You catch him in the hall to your corridors arguing with a servant about the bouquet of flowers she’s attempting to bring in to replace the last bouquet on your writing desk. “Shitty - ahem - her majesty prefers another variety of flower. Go back and procure some of the blue snowball looking ones.” After that you noticed that the vase continually held varieties of flowers that you’d complimented on in the royal gardens. And from then on your awkward guard/royalty relationship bloomed like a hillside. A cascading flurry of one beautiful thing after another. ——— When you’re cozied up in the quiet royal library to enjoy a good book you pause and peek over the top of the novel in your lap. Almost out of curiosity or disbelief that Bakugou is the one asking a question. He blinks out of genuine curiosity and you open your mouth and start to turn the book around so that he can see the words of the story you’re gesturing at. He gets you to go on and on that way. Nothing but a few affirmational vocals from him that he’s still listening. And he loves watching your expressions almost more than when you insist that he do something. Read his own book, after all it is a library. He dismisses it all. And yes your highness he can read and write just fine. This is just his job. Well not the secretly pinning over you while you read, but the watching part. And He learns that you actually know a lot more about kingdom politics than he previously gave you credit for. You’re smoothing over diplomatic matters with a carefully inked letter and secretly keeping promises about exports and materials your kingdom has pledged.
All while you sit and hum at your writing desk. The way you gently tease off your shoes with your toes at the heels when you’ve decided you’re going to be in for a long while. And Katsuki knows then that you’ll idly wave for him to sit instead of standing at his post the whole while. Except he starts to develop the nasty happen of staring and when you catch him looking he’ll chose between grumbling and turning away as his ears turn pink or blink unyielding and say “just doing my job, princess”
Katsuki likes the suave of the second one, but it really ends up being 50/50 with it. ————
But 100% of the time your strolls through the royal garden have him itching to take some armor off as the sunny warmth makes him sweat buckets underneath the layers of his uniform. Not to mention you walking this close already has his skin hot enough. The way you walk shoulder to shoulder just has him practically drooling at the thought of holding your hand. - Exhibits extreme self-control every stroll. Oh and when the fruit and vegetables are ready to be harvested you like to take teasing strolls into the royal orchards and gardens to taste the first ripe fruit of the season. Always curtesying as you point and ask him to grab a mandarin, or plum, or peach, or nectarine, or lemon, or apple, or whatever it is. And you’ve usually tried just before hand. On you tip-toes waggling your decorated fingers into the air. The sunlight bouncing off your jewels that adorn your skin and cascade daggers of rainbowed light upon your face. And it’s always just out of reach. A fresh shiny pout on your face when you turn and ask him to pluck one. And Katsuki usually just has to stand and put his arm up to grab one as you patiently wait and watch. But you’re admiring him just as much as he admired you. Staring up at his chiseled jawline. The wheaty stubble that decorates his face. You long to feel it prickle underneath your fingertips. Wonder how it would feel tickling the edges of your kiss when you finally set your mouth against his plush lips. You admire his impeccable physique. His staggering size as he barely stretches his shoulder to reach the fruit. And the way his golden tan glistens underneath the dappled light of the sun; glistens from the profuse sweat elicited from his layers and layers of chainmail and armor. All brushing over his adams apple before he gulps and turned to hand it to you. And Katsuki loves to hold it in his palm in the way that you have to pick it up. Feel your fingers gently prod and caress the skin of his palm as you turn the fruit over. Mulling over its quality before wordlessly holding it back out. He huffs and grabs the fruit as you take him to the stone wall. You sit and pull out a handkerchief from between your breasts if he’s not swift enough in supplying you with his. And Katsuki will grab his dagger and slice up the fruit, setting the pieces down onto the handkerchief before you plop one into your mouth. His hands will still and his eyes flick to your face watching as you chew and make a satisfied moan. The rest of your stroll will include these snack breaks. Taking “samples” as you call them of the seasons fruit. And the royal gardners have since decided to ignore the two figurines of their princess and the royal guardsmen sitting on the stone walls chattering and pressing handkerchiefs into sticky thieving fingers. ————
In the royal kitchens he accompanies you as you excitedly follow behind a kitchen maid who’s sent for you to do a testing of the new desserts the chef has been working on. Despite your official look of composure he knows that you’re excited by the little bounce in your hair from your steps. Katsuki always clunks down to the table when you beckon him to sit. Frantically patting the chair next to you after he’s been a right gentleman and pushed your chair in. You always think he looks rather scared with the way his carmine eyes dart around the empty dinning hall before the procession of maids and chef come out into the hall and display a plethora of desserts in front of you. They always wave you on with glee before retreating to the kitchen to finish the next batch. Your mouth practically waters as you pick up your fork and spear the perfect first bite. Only to turn to Katsuki with your other hand under the utensil holding it up to his plush pink lips which immediately turn into a defensive scowl. You’re always muttering something about your safety to “taste test for me? Make sure there’s nothing poisoned?” Except Katsuki’s never been sure that’s your real agenda here because you always gently spoon the first bite of your special taste testing into his mouth and if its something chocolate it always taste like Heaven despite it being a brand new recipe. (You’ve got the best chocolatier in the kingdom) and he always a little groan slip out. His face melting as he chews and swallows. (he’s going to be doing a lot more of that)
Before he nods muttering it’s safe. Not that your food would be poisoned because the staff and kingdom are all pretty loyal here and him and the elite guards are way to fricken scary to have on your tail. But he humors you anyway because technically that’s protecting and you’re right it’s in his job description. And then you, without changing forks, without doing anything else immediately set the fork he just used between your own lips and lick off the icing residue between your pink lips and hum before taking a real first bite yourself. And you do it all while maintaining perfect eye contact with him. And he can feel blood rushing to weird places all over his body. And it goes on like this for every single plate they offer. HAVE THE PRINCESS FLIRT WITH YOU: yes? maybe ?? At this rate he’s not sure why the kitchen staff haven’t mandated you with a royal poison taste tester with your insistence of him having a bite of every one of your plates. Seriously what are these people thinking! They’re thinking that there’s some real true love blooming in the castle and who are they to get in the way! Plus, it’s a good practice for any wedding cake samples they do in the future. Of course they won’t ever tell y’all whose wedding they’re preparing to cater. ———— While you delight in that. Katsuki delights in nothing more than your dance lessons. He likes to watch you glide, or try to, across the floor with every step. Definitely feels a weird blooming of secondhand pride when you practice a new step a few times and smooth it out with practice. Overall he finds it very peaceful and relaxing watching you laugh and groan and be belittled by this ancient teacher they have for you. Stands at the door tapping his toe in his boot to the beat. When this ancient woman that he just loves comes over and insists that he mustn’t “just stand there and look handsome. Make yourself useful she needs a partner” which always causes your head to swivel like a chicken as he detaches a few layers of pure metal off his body to make the dancing “easier and more realistic for her highness”
So now he gets to stand bare of any occluding armor and he can feel your e/c gaze washing over his body and the ripping muscles that he’s always had hidden under that armor. Adores the chance to hold you in his arms and practice doing the steps that you’re working on. And he’s attended enough of these things and the balls to be able to pick up on his part pretty quickly. Katsuki, not to toot his own horn because he would never, has to say he’s pretty darn good at dancing. Stupidly good for a royal guard which he’s supposed to be. He’s supposed to be clunky and clumsy, but as soon as the armor is off he’s as graceful as any one of the princes or dukes you’ve danced with ball after ball and gala after gala. He’s humongous. Practically a head taller than you and his shoulders are stupidly wide and it’s like you’re in a cocoon of just him. His stupid minty breath whenever he’s mumbling something snarky or whispering the counts just loud enough for your teacher to know he’s actually helping. The flopping bangs that fall into his face whenever he needs to look down and see what your feet are doing. Usually because you’ve accidentally skipped a step or done something that messes with his leading because how can you not! Except this only fuels Bakugou’s ego more because he’s never seen you mess up with any partner at any of these balls you attend. The logical part of his brain says it’s because this is your dance room and you’re practicing. But the other hopeful part of his heart says it’s because maybe you’re flustered. Maybe you feel something too. And you definitely do. The oddly warm, but searing heat of his hand on the small of your back makes you stand up. His shoulder and bicep and forearm all a fluttering mass of muscle that languidly stretches and twitches underneath your arm. His meaty and calloused hand that holds yours, which is incredibly clamy except you’re not sure if it’s you or him! And your annoying dance teacher who constantly whacks your limbs and buttocks whenever you do something wrong, which only makes your guards impeccable poker face quirk into a smirk before she starts the music again. And unfortunately the old crone has caught on. Because your lessons after having danced with Katsuki are immensely improved. And your performance at balls is flawless at best, so she’s going to keep asking the young rugged handsome guard of yours to keep stepping in as your partner for dancing because he seems to be the only one where you actually have to work for that composure. ————
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aroi-te-roi · 5 months
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🌷Día 7: Free day🌷 ~ Princess Mononoke (Chibi)
#DKBKDKGhibliWeek
Agosto 2022
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sukislady · 1 year
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• ₊°✧︡ ˗ ˏ ˋ“forgotten kiss” ♡ ˎˊ ˗
𐚁̸ featuring .i. midoriya, k. bakugo, s. todoroki, d. kaminari, e. kirishima, h. sero
𐚁̸ scenario .you wake up late into the morning, your partner has long since been to work, leaving after giving you a faint kiss that you didn’t feel. which makes you think they forgot the one thing that’s routine for you two; a good morning kiss
𐚁̸ warnings .fluff, cursing, humor, reader is goddamn stupid
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aitchhdee · 8 months
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Listen, I am a sucker for Dad!Bakugou okay? It just makes me all happy.
It's the hottest summer day of the year. The sun beat down on the bustling city streets as Bakugou Katsuki stood outside, engrossed in a conversation with his friend since high school Kirishima. probably speaking about following steps about a coming up mission, his voice filled with conviction. But then, something caught his attention.
His daughter, snugly nestled in the baby strap in front of him, stared up at him with wide, adoring eyes. As if he was the only Hero for her. Her head covered by the hood of her father's jacket, obviously way too big for her, her whole body hidden beneath it, shielding her from the heat of the sun and the prying eyes of the paparazzi. Realizing her gaze, Bakugou's expression softened.
With her face now hidden from view, Bakugou's daughter continued to gaze up at him, her admiration and love unwavering. The sight filled Bakugou's heart with warmth, momentarily distracting him from his conversation. He couldn't help but smile, his eyes sparkling with love and pride as he locked eyes with his precious child.
In that moment, the noise of the city faded into the background, and it was just the two of them, connected by an unspoken bond. Bakugou's words trailed off as he focused solely on his daughter, his voice replaced by a tender silence that spoke volumes.
The world may have been bustling around them, but in that moment, nothing else mattered. It was a snapshot of pure love and protection, a testament to the lengths a father would go to shield his child from harm. And as Bakugou and his daughter stood there, their hearts intertwined, the world seemed to hold its breath, captivated by the beauty of their bond.
Leaning down, Bakugou pressed a gentle kiss on his daughter's forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment. "You're gonna be strong, just like your old man," he whispered, his voice filled with determination and encouragement. The bond between father and daughter growing stronger, an unbreakable connection between them by love and admiration.
Only for the moment to be cut short as his best friend had his phone pointed at him and taken - more than one - picture, probably sending the 17 pictures he took to you. Bakugou scowled at Kirishima before walking away, knowing that his friends was going to follow him.
And you? You obviously and immediately made one of the pictures as your phone homepage now.
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amaranthdahlia · 2 months
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art dump of my pookie........ ohboy
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Hey, love. I’m really sorry this took way too long to write, but thank you for requesting this <3
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f!reader x aizawa shouta (mha)
tw: nsfw + breeding 18+ MINORS DNI
word count: 0.7k
a/n: Realised I haven’t written for Daddyzawa for months now (what a crime!). So here you go, guys x Also, please be reminded, do not send in new requests. Thanks!
buy me a ko-fi?
゜。+。゜゜。*。゜゜。+。゜*゜。゜。+。゜゜。*。゜゜。+
5 months, 17 days and 2 hours. 
Aizawa Shouta had not seen you in person for nearly half a year since you had left the country for a work opportunity following your recent promotion. He was happy for you, of course. What kind of boyfriend would he be if he wasn’t supportive of you?
But he had been so lonely and restless. Aizawa didn’t know what to do in his own home now that he was so comfortable with you being a part of his daily routine. Afternoon naps seemed uncomfortable, having no one to cuddle with under the warm blanket for hours. Even something as small as drinking coffee in the morning didn’t sit right with him. Aizawa missed hearing your voice right next to him, seeing your sweet smile on your lips and breathing in your scent. It was driving him insane that you weren’t in his arms, demanding his attention and wanting to be kissed every minute or so. He can’t help it; being away from you for too long made him beyond sexually frustrated. Picturing you while he masturbated wasn’t the same. Phone sex wasn’t able to make it up, and it was hard to call you in different timezones. Aizawa had to have you; the sooner, the better, or he’d go insane.
The second you returned home, Aizawa said nothing but pushed you against the front door and crashed his lips against yours, hungry and unrestrained. Although this wasn’t exactly the welcome you were picturing, you weren’t against it either, so you wrapped your arms around his neck and returned the kiss with equal passion. With his lips never leaving yours, he began to undress you until you were bare in front of him.
“Mhm, Shouta-”
“I know, baby, I know,” he grunted, hoisting you up quickly.
Carrying you to the coffee table, Aizawa placed you down carefully before tying his hair into a messy bun. He then knelt down in front of you, as if in prayer, and spread your legs wide open. Normally, he would take things slow and easy, but the delicious sight of you was too much for him to hold back. Hiking your legs over his shoulders, he devoured you. Every lick, every flick of his tongue, and the burn from his stubble sent intense waves of pleasure through your body, forcing you to hold onto the table to steady yourself. Aizawa knew you were getting close with the way you were whining, so he pushed two fingers inside your cunt while his thumb rubbed against your clit harshly. No coherent words left your lips as you came all over his face. He made sure to lap up all your juices before deeply kissing you on your swollen lips, letting you taste yourself.
“So fucking good,” he praised, pulling away from the kiss with a trail of saliva attached to your tongues. “Gonna fuck you till you’re full, so take all of me like the good girl you are, okay?”
You could barely nod in response, watching him unzip his pants just enough for him to take out his aching cock. Thrusting deep inside you, Aizawa’s breath was in your ear, groaning at how tight you were, clamping down on him. He loved to see your cute tits bounce as his cock continuously slipped in and out of your cunt, and he couldn’t help himself from sucking one of your nipples. Tangled in ecstasy, both of you continued to make love for hours on end, eventually moving to the bedroom, and despite the many times you came, Aizawa’s pace remained relentless, his sensual torture too much for you to handle now.
“Can’t- I can’t anymore,” your voice came out strained, already seeing stars.
“Yes, you can,” he cooed, kissing your temple. “Just one more. I need one more. I know you can do it.”
Aizawa grasped your hips, thrusting over and over again until he felt his own release building. He pulled you into his arms as you came undone, the rippling spasms of your cunt milking his cock. He thrust into you one last time, and thick ropes of cum filled your womb. He waited a moment before pulling out, then collapsed on the bed next to you, bodies shaking and glistening with sweat. Aizawa rolled on his side to face you, gently smiling as he pushed the strands of hair covering your face.
“Welcome home, my love.”
゜。+。゜゜。*。゜゜。+。゜*゜。゜。+。゜゜。*。゜゜。+
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tteokdoroki · 2 years
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i-izuku getting pent up ‘cause he hasn’t had time to jerk off lately. gets distracted so easily when you come around, barely heard a word you say he’s so deep in thought about taking you on his desk, in the agency showers, on his bed, on his floor. maybe he’s even a little rowdier. a little meaner to his hero partner (katsuki) n’ maybe even you if you push his buttons enough.
it all comes to a head when he gets caught up in some sex pollen explosion and you’re so pushy about helping him. he’s not gonna be nice about it, he can’t be.
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+ warnings: afab!reader, rough!deku, he’s so mean :(, size-kink, some dub-con i think </3
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“open the fuck up,” deku grunts, sweat dripping down his brow— teeth gritted and forming a snarl that not even bakugou could rival. his dick hurts, it fucking aches as if he’s going to cum any second, as if all those weeks of not being able to tug one out between meetings and paperwork is finally going to come to fruition. all thanks to that stupid fucking quirk. “i said,” he repeats, tongue pushing into his cheek at the same time his hips jump forward and thick fingers dig into the doughy flesh of your thighs. “open the fuck up. let me in, sweetheart—“
“‘m tryin’—!” you hiccup, pretty eyes usually so full of admiration now teary and red— and you are, trying so hard to stop your tiny little cunt from squeezing down on your sex-crazed boss. you wanted to help but he’s being so mean :( and you can’t tell if it’s the fat and flushed tip of his cock thats making you cry or the menacing way he looks down at you while folding you in half— knees to your shoulders, puffy pussy lips on display all for him. “s’too big!”
“nothings too big, you’ll learn how to take it. you’re good right? then fuuck— take it.” izuku let’s out a feral moan, pushing all his weight down onto you— pushing his leaky tip deeper into your squishy walls with a sigh of relief. almost there, you’re almost all his. he’ll finally get to cum soon. “stop y’cryin,” he slurs over the saliva in his mouth, chest hot and heaving against your own as izuku slings your fleshy thighs over his broad shoulders— spreading that angel cunt over his veiny dick. “please, baby,” deku adds gently...he doesn’t really mean it when he says it, seeing stars every time you sniff and accidentally clamp down like you’re trying to trap him inside. pussy so good izuku feels like he might die before he gets to cream it. “what’re you crying for, honey? if only this pussy—“ he pulls out, slapping the length of his cock against your silky folds as you cream pearly white beads. “cried as much as you did, maybe then you’d be able to fit my cock inside ‘n make me fuckin’ cum.” there’s a teasing lilt to his voice but it’s still so mean that it makes your face scrunch up.
slap. slap. slap. “you said you wanted to help, why won’t you open up baby?” it’s almost cruel how he speaks to you, down on you as if you’re nothing but a cocksleeve for his pretty dick to mess up and cum all over.
“izuku! please!” you sniffle, delirious with ecstasy and a fizzy brain to the point where you can’t even think. “‘m tryin’— oh god... i-i really am,” drooling against yourself you try to push your hips up to take him deeper and there’s a satisfying pop as izuku’s cock dives deep into your sweet pussy, brushing up against your sensitive walls until he hits your womb. you both groan deep— bodies hot and sweaty and stuck together while you grind and bump.
the pro hero’s mop of green locks pulls from your neck, a smirk painted across his usually smiling and gentle lips. “there you go angel, in it goes,” deku whispers, taunts you as he pulls his hips back to watch you squirm and claw at him for more— eventually slamming back into you so that you’re nice and full. “maybe this pussy isn’t so pathetic after all.” you jolt up the bed, whole body trembling as you nod your head desperate for more of izuku, desperate to cum.
you did say you would deku help after all— even if that meant helping yourself to some pleasure too.
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mymhameme · 2 years
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dxndxrxvxbe · 1 year
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The Owl House/ Steven Universe/ She-Ra and the princesses of power
They healed me, broke me down, picked up the pieces and Made me into a new person, in a really good way🌈😭🤌🏽
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axel-tiredstudent · 9 days
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kiribaku inspired by Princess Mononoke !
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oneshotprincess · 18 days
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bnha ended up getting bogged down by the war arc so much that people retroactively act like it was never special, but its core thesis that a society that venerates heroes will manufacture villains is still a great and relevant exploration to the superhero genre
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herbarimoon · 24 days
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Sekaaaaiii de ichiban ohime-sama ✨
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