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[seneon]

hii are your requests open?

if so could you do like a teenage tenko x teenage fem reader??

pls and ty🖤

hades in the dead of winter. wc of 700.

“tenko!” the soft voice dripping with honey filled the ears of the boy as he tore his scarlet gaze away from the screen of his computer.

“your lady is here,” tenko’s mother called out again as his heart fluttered at the mention of his mother’s endearing title for you. he set his gaming gears aside and stood, feet dragging him to meet his sweet girl who so happens to carry her feet in this cold dead of winter.

the snow storm is arriving, making the air colder than it was. this winter feels as if it is going to last for an eternity, until wrinkles could freeze under the veil of snow and icicles.

a miracle it is that you’ve walked all the way to the shimura residence in this weather. the icicles run down the corner of people’s rooftops, dripping down like the fingers of hades, the god of the underworld, as if he were to reach out this winter and be free from the shackles of the dark world he resides in.

upon laying his eyes on your flushed cheeks which blew out a fog of warm air, a smile melts across his cheeks as he walks over to you.

“hey,” you grinned as he approached you and warmed your frostbitten cheeks with his warm hands. “don’t you know it’s freezing out there?” he questioned and felt your face melting into his touch.

that stupid grin will have his heart mixed in with his blood and the rest of his cells at how much it has defrosted his insides. his melted heart stains his bones at how adorable you looked when you covered his hands with yours, placing a soft and chaste kiss onto his palm.

“i know. but i wanted to see you.”

heaven forbid shimura tenko to rest his fluttering insides and beating heart in the presence of you.

your words struck through his skin and right through his mind like an arrow set out to murder, only this arrow feels like a fuel to his emotions. a positive and lovely fuel that always has him where you wanted.

“i’m glad you wanted to see me,” he replied, hands still cupping your cheek with a boyishly loving gaze only for you to see. “but, the snowstorm is coming soon. you can’t go back for a few days.”

you knew that. it was the perfect reason for you to stride along all the way with your warm boots on the snow-covered roads, granting you moments of cold solace as you arrived at your boyfriend’s house.

seeing the twinkle of mischief that reflected in your eyes gave away your entire plan to the teenage boy as he rolled his eyes at your antics.

“cheeky girl. you think i’d let you stay here?”

his fingers moved to brush the snow that shimmered your hair, portraying you as if you are a muse to winter’s paint and those glistening snows are speckled onto your skin. tenko watched your pretty eyes flutter shut as his fingers gently brushed your eyelashes.

“come on, ko, i came all the way here,” you murmured with a curve of your lower lip above your upper lip in a small pout.

at the sight of your pout and soft murmur, he scoffed with no heat, only blissful amusement.

“that’s why i’ll let you stay. you’re a crazy girl, y’know that? walking to my house when the freezing storm is coming.”

you chuckled. “then count me crazily in love when all i want to do is see you,” you smiled at him and quickly pressed an innocent kiss onto his nose, coating his pale skin with a blossom of red roses.

whatever could tenko do when your lips pressed against his skin? all he could feel everytime you kissed anywhere was ecstasy. this is no different from all the other times where it is still warm around the corner and sweat trickles down your skin.

it seems like nothing is going to change in the dead of night. especially not right now, where tenko has you close in his arms and he could feel your sweet summer warmth.

note. something short and simple for winter teenage tenko. tagging @angeliicheartt @shigarakislaughter @w1nterelle !!

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[seneon]

★ tying ribbons around sae itoshi.

"can i tie ribbons around you?" your question birthed a quirked eyebrow for sae. you're always saying the most random of things in the universe that he isn't so surprised of whatever spills out from your lips next. regardless, he's confused as to why you'd want to put a feminine aspect onto him. "why?"

"because it's your birthday."

a scoff he let out from your words as he resumed his journaling of today's football records. sae always has this book with him that he records every single happenings that occurs during trainings and such. it's his best friend, it seems.

"it's just a birthday. no need to tie ribbons around me."

you frowned. which he absolutely despises— because once there's a downward curve on your lips, you're about to pull something he cannot resist. and it works all the time.

"but sae... please..?" the damn puppy eyes with an annoying little pout that sae wanted to kiss away so badly. knowing you wouldn't give up, he agreed. and now... there's cute little pink and black ribbons all over sae's hair. it's even on his fingers and his biceps.

sae watches as you're seated in his lap, carefully tying them while humming a soft tune to yourself. maybe a little bit to him too, since it started turning into his favourite songs. his fingers gently caressed your sides, gaze locking onto your fingers and occasionally to your eyes where you'd steal a few glances and smiled at him. so quiet in this moment, sae simply lets you do as you wish.

when you're done, you pulled back to admire your work of art of a boyfriend covered with cutesy little ribbons and bows. you can help but giggle at the sight of him looking extremely cute that a few pecks on his lips and all over his cheeks were executed.

your fingers are on his cheek now, forehead rested against his own, and your eyes locked into his teal ones. "happy birthday, pretty boy. you look very cute in ribbons."

note. everyone say happy birthday to @hyoismbbg's man

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[seneon]

where they like to kiss you ──── blue lock various.

featuring. isagi, bachira, chigiri, nagi, itoshi brothers.

notes. i might write a part two with others characters but idk 😭 all fluffy headcanons. gn! reader.

𖥔 ݁ ˖ ISAGI YOICHI

yoichi loves to kiss your forehead. it also really depends if you have bangs or not. if you have bangs, he'll shift them up or pull them away to peck a quick kiss on your forehead. he's very sweet with kissing your forehead too... you can tell that he's intimate and he's showing his least (which is really a lot) amount of love through kisses on your forehead. the way you'd lean forward to let him kiss is also very cute to him!

𖥔 ݁ ˖ BACHIRA MEGURU

all over your face. i don't make the rules. you know this guy will not stop kissing until he kisses every part of your face. especially the part where you're most insecure about. your nose? he'll kiss it a hundred times. the acne scars? he'll kiss it a thousand times. meguru wants you to feel loved and appreciated ALWAYS. so he never leaves a single spot out. i feel he kisses your belly a lot too... idk 💯💯

𖥔 ݁ ˖ CHIGIRI HYOMA

hyoma adores your hands. super gentle with your hands. he's like those pretty prince charming that steals a hand kiss. this boy probably does hand care so don't be surprise is his hands are like prettier or better looking than yours. that doesn't stop him from also doing hand care on you though. he's so gentle and sweet, he kisses so intimately between your fingers and brings your palm next to his face so he can kiss it even more while smiling sweetly at you. wskjahsjs he's so...

𖥔 ݁ ˖ NAGI SEISHIRO

definitely kisses your jaw a lot. seishiro's super lazy, he leans or cuddles you ALL THE TIME .in result to that, expect a loooootttt of jaw or neck kisses. he doesn't even make it sexual, it's so natural and innocent as if he's appreciating you through his kisses. he's so koala core, very huggable. he's twice your size (probably) and a big baby. bro clings onto you and gives you hugs from the back too. and from those back hugs, he'll just... smooch your jaw. probably thinks your jaw/neck is so kissable...

𖥔 ݁ ˖ ITOSHI RIN

cheeks. rin doesn't really know how to be intimate with you. so when he saw his dad kissing his mom on her cheeks, he took that and does it to you. because his mom giggles, and you giggle, he believes that it works. to see your cheek flushed red is also an enjoyable sight for him. rin feels completed every single time he leans in to peck your cheeks. definitely would trick you into kissing your lips then pecking your cheeks because that's just who rin is.

𖥔 ݁ ˖ ITOSHI SAE

classically enough, sae loves to kiss your lips the most. of course he kisses elsewhere, but he finds lips to be the most affectionate. the older itoshi probably won't kiss elsewhere other than your lips, mainly because he finds kissing elsewhere pretty nonsensical. and he just loves the way your lips feel. he makes out with you a lot. just saying!!! the kissing session will be so romantic too like wow wdym wine candles soft music dim lighting warm atmosphere perfect scenery below... sae the man you are..

TAGS 𖥔 ݁ ˖ @hyoismbbg @saewako @kaiser1ns @noirflms @cheqorb @sakireiz

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[seneon]

"fuck your boyfriend, he a bitch." boyfriend referring to your 6 year old stinky plushie that you sleep with which hasn't been washed in months. probably even years. he's just jealous because your "male" plushie gets to be cuddled by you and not him. he calls your cute little plushie 'a bitch' because he absolutely despises the unalive creature. everytime he sees you holding the toy, he'd say "i think it's time you switch." switch what? switch the plush with him.

reo, dot, renji, otoya, denji, orter, grimmjow, ikkaku, kaldo, yoshida, wirth, kishibe, slursagi, rin, sae, katsuki, hitoshi, dabi. additionally the uchiha + senju clan boys.

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ALWAYS BEEN YOU ──── racer¡kaiser × fem racer¡reader.

about. you have always been the only woman famous racer michael kaiser has his eyes on. suggestive. romance. kaiser is kinda ooc. wc of 700+

notes. written for @kaiser1ns my fav freak, in celebration of kaiser FINALLY animated. gosh he's so majestic ...

silence hung in the air, the only sounds echoing to the corners of the ceiling are steady breathing and the fading sounds of the cars beneath the city.

this clearly isn’t supposed to happen. you’re in a world-class racer’s luxurious penthouse, his expensive velvet blanket clinging to the curves of your body which rise and fall with each slow and even breath.

michael kaiser's lips brushed against the skin of your neck, all so playful and teasing that it bears hundreds of eerie spiders to crawl down your spine.

“shouldn’t you hate me?” kaiser asked in a soft whisper, his lips still pressing against your skin as his eyes flickered to your face. “i’m an official racer, and you’re a street racer.”

your eyes glued to the windows. they were so large you swore the city below could get a cinematic view of the heated moment you and kaiser spent together just a few moments ago. his fingers moved to trace along your arm in sweet caresses that you forgot you even carry a speck of hatred for the man whose name ran down your tongue like a repeated prayer.

neither of you knew what twisted fate this is, for him to stop seeing you as another of those measly, rebellious and illegal racers which he despised and loved crushing to the ends of the earth. kaiser’s eyes still gazed over your facial features before they averted to your neck, pressing one last soft and rather chaste kiss.

his fingers are on your neck now, tracing over the love bites he had left. you are like his canvas as he draws on them, leaving his artwork all over. his touch is so gentle in a motion so slow and reverent.

it was almost as if he was trying to imprint his bites onto his own fingers, a sense of pride in his tainted heart when he knew you'd be the one walking around in daylight with all these marks. a special mark only michael kaiser could commit to the best street racer in the underground racing community.

“do you hate me?” the german man asked again, forming a different sentence compared to his first ones, words holding such a different weight to them that it makes you glance at him, eyes locking onto his piercing azure ones.

truth to be told, he wouldn’t want to listen to whatever that is about to slip down the tip of your tongue. for some reason he despises your answer already. it didn’t sound good to his pride and his soul, for he fear it might be a speckled with paint to taint more of him.

when he sees that you shook your head, a little smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. it seems his pride wouldn’t be torn away tonight after all.

“and here i thought you hated me,” he softly said, voice holding an unspoken tone before he shifted closer to you, arms snaking around your waist to pull you close to him. “it’s hot when you hate me, y’know? the look you gave me when i’m inside you. could almost kill.”

you let him hold you close. you allowed because you’ve grown to appreciate his warm touch, his body that envelopes you like a fuzzy little bridal veil that keeps you safe and content. it was almost like the verse where they say you are drawn to one like a moth to a flame.

kaiser presses one soft kiss on your shoulders. then many more around your neck area.

“i don’t hate you, michael. sure, you’re a cocky racer and you look down on street racers, but i can tell you deep down respect them and their independence. and as for me…”

“i fucking love you,” the man finishes for you, his hands trailing up to your chest to rest his palm against your breast, giving it one light squeeze. “it’s always been you who’s cracking my view on street racers. if anything, you’re my favourite street racer, schatz.”

a smile crept up your cheeks at his words. kaiser has a way with his words, even if they were normal phrases spoken to others. he coats his words with a fine layer of honey, but whenever he’s with you, it’s nothing but pure, sweet poison that you’re willingly absorbing.

“i love you too,” you softly said, feeling his lips curled into a smile against your skin as well before he pressed his bare chest against your back.

“now that’s better than hate,” murmured the emperor of the road before he nuzzles his face into your neck and both your souls fell into a tranquil slumber.

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INTERTWINED GAZES ──── katsuki bakugo

about. in which, everybody's watching her, but she only has eyes for him. romantic fluff. wc of 700+

notes. inspired by "this is what you came for" by calvin & rihanna. okay maybe katsuki is interesting to write too... forrr @seumyo aka katsuki's girl and @angeliicheartt my pooki

you took a trip down to a memory lane ingrained and portrayed with the best moments in your life back in UA. it all started with the very first step you took into hero class 1A, and it all travels to your final year in 3A.

it has been a journey. to grow in your quirk and to grow in your friendship with your classmates. for whatever reason, your love for katsuki seems to grow as it has with the other aspects that bring your whole life up.

now you're standing amongst all the other future heroes who danced and reveled in the pool of their sweet graduation. the bass of the party song finds a funny comfort at the back of your ears as the colourful lights run around in every direction, painting your skin whatever hue the light shines.

the emcee announces for a time where the next song will be the momentary dopamine boost for the students, a dance with a partner. by now, most of the students have their own partner. you can tell, they've grown on each other. they've fallen in love. they've locked their fates together.

not that you aren't a fan of romance, but the eyes of every other student that darts to you right after the implication of a partner dance has your eyes locked onto one boy, and only him.

every soul is watching you, but you're looking at katsuki. dear sweet katsuki who stands at one corner with a fruit punch in one hand, and his other hand stuffed into his pockets. he takes a sip of his drink before his scarlet eyes shoot to your direction and he freezes.

katsuki freezes because the girl he's always admiring from afar is looking at him. she's on the dance floor with so many other boys, but her sights are set on katsuki.

your heart starts to speed up as your hands are gently pushed against your chest to stop the rapid beating. even under the blaring colourful lights and the music that is almost ending, you looked like the ultimate beauty to katsuki. even though your eyes are taken off from him, his gaze is still fixed onto yours.

“dance with her,” midoriya breaks katsuki out of his trance and glances at his friend who shot him a smile. “you’ll never have this chance again, kacchan.”

midoriya’s words seemed to puncture some sort of idea in his mind. katsuki walks towards you, pushing his way through the crowd while setting his drinks aside so he could tap on your shoulders to get your attention.

when you looked at him, he lost all his confidence. it's all because in this moment, he feels so vulnerable under your gaze. your eyes that hold some kind of beauty in them and they see through all the imperfections of katsuki.

and though there are many people special to him, you are the only soul who can touch his cool heart with your warm smile that surfaces.

“i want to dance with you,” the blond blurts out with a murmur, the colour of roses painting his cheeks and you couldn't help but feel your blush own deepening. “i’ll dance with you, katsuki.”

everything was so sweet. the way his hands held yours so gently, a monstrous contrast to how aggressive he usually is. his touch is so warm and it has you falling in love all over again with this boy. you had your first dance with the first boy you liked.

and when you look back at it, you've always wondered why it took three years for you to confess your love to katsuki. you still wonder until now, years after the graduation party where you're now a pro hero, just a few ranks under katsuki.

“are you looking at our graduation picture again?” the voice of your husband asks as you pull your gaze off from the photo album and nod at katsuki who takes off his costume gears.

“it was on this date where you asked me to dance with you, and we ended up confessing to each other,” you said as he walked over to you sitting on the couch and gave your cheek a peck.

“of course. i still remember."

katsuki will never forget about it. because if a genie grants him a wish, it will be for him to ask you to dance with him over and over again.

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[seneon]

★ seven ( and more ) minutes in heaven, frat¡keigo

touya suggested a game of seven minutes in heaven in tomura's party. it's a killer game to spice any parties up. so the game commences. whichever items you draw from the black bag touya holds, the item belonging to that person has to be locked in tomura's small closet to have their heavenly moment for seven minutes.

might i say, keigo was way too delighted to retrieve your cute fluffy hair tie. he's always wanted to play seven minutes in heaven with you. he dreams of it, even if it means to have his buddies cheat with and for him. oh well. doesn't matter, as long as you're locked in tiny closet with him.

"seven minutes, okay?! start.. now!" you hear himiko exclaimed from the outside as you shifted uncomfortably in the closet. the tight space was to die for. but keigo was damn well enjoying it, seeing how he has his eyes on you with a forsakenly stupid grin on his face.

"let's makeout," he casually says, earning a furious blush from you. "don't say that so casually!" you exclaimed and keigo shrugs. "a few seconds and 6 more minutes left. come on, y/n. kissing time? please?"

that has you weak in your knees. your subconscious mind decided to absentmindedly nod without your full knowledge. the next thing you know, there's two minutes left, and keigo's heats the kissing, deepening it as every second passes by. his hands all over you, warm fingertips slowly trailing up the back of your shirt while his other hands cups your cheeks, occasionally trailing to your neck to caress them.

two minutes is over in such a short time, seeing how touya opens the door and grimaces at you both. "done making out, freaks?"

"fuck. give us seven more minutes, dabi," keigo says, his lips now moving to kiss your jawline before they dragged to your neck where he was caressing it so gently. "actually, leave us alone for the whole night."

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[seneon]

Can you make Mash x female reader please.

That when Finn and the other want to know why Mash doesn't love lemon like she do to him. And they got answer from Mash that because he protect reader love

sink into each other ──── mash burnedead x fem! reader.

about. mash actually has a lover, and his friends are to find out about it very soon. fluffy romantic. wc of 500+

notes. if mash don't want lemon i'll have her tyvm

mash burnedead does not return lemon irvine's feelings. how so and why? though the girl doesn't mind that he does not return her feelings back, she promised to always be by mash's side.

she might be oblivious that he does not like her back, but finn and dot could easily tell that mash is not someone of romantical feelings. lance is always suspicious of mash, his mind telling him that there is at least one female that he has had a crush on before. it is impossible that there is none.

to everyone else, they could tell that lemon's efforts of trying to open up mash's heart and at least rent a day or two is impossible. there was never a possibility in the first place. and they felt bad for the girl who tries her hardest to impress or seduce mash.

there was one odd day, where mash is oddly missing from classes. the last time anyone has ever seen him was finn, which mash was eating two cream puffs. he noticed there was a bento wrapped in a very beautiful wine red cloth.

so finn told his friends about the beautifully clothed bento box. and they started sharing suspicions with each other. but nothing came to mind. there was nothing that could date back to mash even owning a fancy piece of cloth. they didn't want to simply suspect him either.

that is, when lance's suspicions came true.

he was walking through the corridors beside the garden and caught a sight at the corner of his eyes. upon having high principals, his curiosity overtook him and he went to poke his nose into the scene.

shock immediately arise, lance's jaw dropping as far as they could. metaphorically, it dropped to the ground, eyes widened until they might fall out. right in front of him, was a scene of his beloved rival and friend wrapping his arms around a student who is dressed in lang's uniform.

when that student broke the hug, it shocked lance even more. with beautiful hair and beautiful eyes that stared into mash's honey ones. she smiled widely and adding more shock to the crown, mash smiled back, although tiny and barely visible. yet it was enough for lance to understand the scenario.

"w-whaaaaat..!" a voice beside lance said in pure shock too, as lance looked beside to find finn's jaw dropped to the ground. "that's what the fancy bento is for??"

lance looked at the two, noticing the girl's hands that held a bento, a box wrapped in cream puff cloth. then to mash, who held the said bento with fancy wrapping.

very soon, you and mash exchanged bento boxes. the burnedead then embraced you in a hug, allowing your body to sink into his. just like that, both bodies were sinking into each other as each second passed.

you are a mage from a prestigious family with two lines on your face. it would only make sense if you sensed two other mages watching you. so in the hug, you slowly slid your through mash's coat and shoot a little spell from your fingers at lance and finn.

"mash, your friends have come to find you."

there was no hiding your relationship with mash anymore. and mash's friends now understand why he doesn't return her feelings to lemon, for mash burnedead already has someone to lean on.

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APOCALYPSE ──── teenage¡touya × teenage¡reader.

about. winters are always spent with the todoroki family. except, this winter is a more bit special. set in a no quirk! au. romance. touya is written as touya, before dabi existed. reader is a poet/writer. listen to apocalypse. wc of 1900+

notes. happiest birthday to one of the most complexed character i ever loved. it's also shidmerica ( my babies ) 1 year anniversary!! so it's written specially for them. my heart belongs to you, @w1nterelle and @hyoismbbg 🖤

THE FLURRIES OF SNOW DANCED OUTSIDE WITH UTMOST GRACE. you stood by the window, the chill from the glass seeped into your skin, but it didn’t dampen your spirit.

winter break had already begun, and the promise of endless fun stretched out before you like a freshly fallen blanket of white. it itches all the cells in your skin and calls out to you for a walk in this season of winter which you haven’t seen in a while.

so you grabbed your coat from the worn out hook by the todoroki’s door, fabric whispering against the wooden paneling.

the snow crunched underfoot, a rhythmic soundtrack to the stillness that had descended upon the neighborhood. the world was muffled, as if the flakes were little sound absorbers, leaving only the occasional distant laugh or the jingle of a collar to pierce the quiet.

your eyes looked around, feeling a sense of familiar comfort wash over you. when have you last seen this familiar neighbourhood covered in a veil of pearly white snow?

the towering pines were laden with snow, their branches bowing gracefully under the weight of 'winter's kiss', just as touya’s mother likes to say.

and after you came to the said boy. touya looked like the living embodiment of the season itself, his cheeks flushed from the cold, turquoise eyes sparkling with the same brightness as the icicles that hung from the eaves of the neighbouring houses. his hair the perfect compliment of the snow.

this is how you knew the eldest todoroki— pale and beautiful, every christmas or new years your family spent with the todorokis had painted that image of him ever since childhood.

touya’s breath hung in the air, little puffs of condensation that seemed to carry his unseen excitement. his smile was tiny, and though it didn’t reach his eyes, it was very much visible enough to you.

you waved, and he waved back. the snowflakes caught in his snow-white lashes like a sprinkle of glitter. touya bounded over, his boots leaving tracks in the untouched snow, and handed you a pair of gloves.

“you... are begging for a cold, missy.”

to have touya hand out a pair of his gloves is satisfying to you, because he knows you’ve forgotten the ones he got you for christmas two years ago. it’s left at home to practically rot like your old piano left in the dark to collect dust.

you took the gloves. “thank you, touya,” you gave him a tiny smile with a surfacing blush as he watched you put it on. his hands are larger than yours, that’s for sure. so the gloves looked a tad bit funny on you. but it didn’t matter now.

“so what do you want to do first? i heard the park has a new toboggan slide this year,” said touya as you shook your head. “i want to walk around the neighbourhood. i haven’t been here in a while.”

“alright, sure,” touya replied and adjusted the collar of his coat, the wind causing the fabric to snap gently. “but don’t say i didn’t warn you if you get frostbite on your cheeks,” he added, causing a soft chuckle to emit from the depths of your throat.

he started off towards the sidewalk, each step leaving a trail of footprints in the fresh snow. you followed suit, your boots sinking into the white carpet that covered the ground.

the air was crisp and biting, carrying the faint scent of pine and wood smoke from distant chimneys. the houses lining the street were adorned with wreaths and lights, their windows glowing.

the silence settled over you both like a blanket, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. touya seemed content to just walk side by side, his gaze flickering from the snow-laden trees to the sky, a soft smile on his face.

if anything else, he looked at peace, wrapped in the quiet simplicity of the winter morning. there was something oddly charming about him at this moment, something so soft. the wind caught a few snowflakes, whirling them around his head like a silvery crown.

curiousity strikes out of nowhere, and you glance at the todoroki. it was only for a moment, but you noticed so many subtle details on his face in that short moment.

despite the cold, a light flush dusted across his pale cheeks. touya’s eyelashes, unusually thick for a boy, were dusted with flecks of white, catching the sunlight. his precious white hair, windswept and messy, clung to his forehead, giving him a boyish, almost vulnerable appearance.

his hands were shoved deep into his pockets, and every so often, he would huff out a breath, creating a tiny cloud in front of his mouth. each exhale was accompanied by a small, barely perceptible shiver.

“you’re really pretty for a boy, y’know?”

touya’s cheeks blossomed a field of red roses in this cold winter, and he looked at you with a mixture of surprise and embarrassment.

“pretty?” he mumbled, eyes flickering anywhere but your face. “guys aren’t supposed to be pretty.”

despite his awkward and flustered expression, there was a hint of bashful pleasure in his eyes. it was clear that he wasn’t used to compliments, especially of this nature.

your fingers dived into the pockets of your winter coat, the tips brushing against a small leather notebook as you looked down at the snow beneath. “i know, touya. but you grow even more beautiful every winter.”

the boy’s cheeks reddened further, turning an almost cherry red. he was clearly unused to such blatant praise, and it seemed to leave him flustered and at a loss for words.

“i— well…” he stuttered, his usual reserve crumbling in the face of your compliment. his ears had taken on a similar hue as his cheeks, and he seemed unable to look directly at you, his gaze darting to the snow-covered road instead.

“thank you, i guess,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper, and it made the corner of your lips curved upwards just a little.

silence engulfed the air for a moment as you both walked along the snowy roads. not long before, you decided to break the silence again.

“do you like poetry?”

he shakes his head in denial. “no, but they’re sometimes nice to read though,” touya looks over at you. “don’t you write poetry? have you written a piece for anyone?”

you bit your lip, clearly contemplating touya's question. your face was a mix of hesitance and curiosity, as if you were warring with yourself over whether to share something deeply personal.

“i’ve written a few,” you admitted, voice almost inaudible over the sound of the wind. “mostly just.. thoughts and observations. nothing really significant, i guess. they’re also messy metaphors that make almost no sense.”

you paused, fingers still tracing the worn leather of your little notebook in your pocket. “but to answer your question... yes. i have. for one person, specifically.”

“oh? who’s the lucky person?” touya raises a brow, and you flushed a shade of wine red. suddenly, the snow beneath your feet looks interesting. your gaze flickered to touya’s for a moment, a mix of vulnerability and shyness in your pretty eyes.

you swallowed hard, hand clenching and unclenching nervously at your side. it was clear that admitting this was difficult for you, but you seemed resigned to doing so.

“it’s you,” you said softly, the word barely above a whisper, as if you were afraid someone else might hear.

the boy blinked twice, or it was many. either way he couldn’t tell. he was quite baffled that he is your subject of muse for your poetry.

“me?” he questioned as a chuckle emitted from him.

your cheeks were a vibrant scarlet now, gaze firmly planted on the ground. you nodded almost imperceptibly. “yeah, you,” you scratched your cheeks with a finger. “it’s silly, i know. i just... there's something about you that makes me write, y’know?”

touya kicked a pile of snow as you both continued to walk along the streets. he then looked over at you, noticing your undeniably adorable flushed cheeks.

“can i read your poem? that is, if you’re okay with it.”

“uh—” you trailed off, swallowing some gathering saliva in your mouth. the idea of someone reading your most private thoughts was terrifying, but there was also a small flicker of hope in his eyes, a glimmer of the prospect of being understood through the beauty of your words.

you nodded slowly, voice still soft and tentative as you looked up at him. “okay. you can read it,” you replied in a whisper. “but touya... promise me you won’t laugh, alright?”

touya would never laugh at you, gosh, he never will. not when his heart swells at the idea of you writing about him and he gets to read it.

with a deep breath, you braced yourself and fumbled with the zipper of your jacket. then, a worn leather notebook from your pocket was extracted. the cover was slightly frayed at the edges, evidence of many hours spent flipping through the pages.

you held it out for touya, hand trembling the slightest bit. “here.”

he took it and gestured to a bookmarked page. seeing you nod confirmed that the page was the poem about him. as touya’s turquoise eyes scanned the words scribbled in your handwriting, he could feel his heart fluttering.

your emotions were laid bare on the page— the joy, the trepidation, the deep admiration and more. it was a raw, unfiltered confession, each line a direct window into your thoughts and feelings. you watched him with a mix of anticipation and fear, waiting for him to judge you in any way. pessimism seems to storm your mind at this moment.

once the written poem has been finished reading, the first thing touya did was look at you, a brow raised.

“what?” you immediately asked, the fear growing more prominent. all he did was simply chuckled as he said, “you’re a romantic, aren’t you? ‘your lips, my lips, apocalypse’, hmm? is this one of those messy metaphors of yours that doesn’t make any sense?”

he teased, and if not for your prominent blush, it could have your skin grow even warmer than it already has. you’re so flustered and to the angels of heaven above does touya adore the sight of you that stands out from the winter snows.

before you could utter a reply or anything that might spill out from your lips, he looked at the small notebook, a smile slowly carving its way at the corner of his lips.

“i love it. the way you write, the way you describe me. every word, every messy metaphors… it’s perfect.”

to hear his words sent a wave of relief and emotions throughout every inch of your soul. it seemed to warm you up in this cold winter wonderland, providing you with comfort.

“i’m glad you think so,” you chuckled. “i was worried it was too cliché or sentimental.”

“oh believe me when i say this, it is cliché, not sentimental. but it’s those stupid romantic clichés,” touya shut the notebook and handed it to you, watching as you kept it in your pocket, down into the coat it goes.

“stupid romantic clichés…” you repeated, allowing your mind to wander and ponder upon his words. as your conscious mind pays a visit to wonderland, he paused in his tracks, leans down, and collides his lips with yours.

your footsteps came to a halt, eyes widening ever so slightly as his warm hands moved to hold your chin. his lips kissed your top lip, then your bottom lip. at last, a final peck, and another one on your nose.

“there. your lips, my lips...”

“apocalypse,” you smiled.

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"one day i just wanna hear you say— i like you." the song plays at the back of his mind as he watched you talk to his best friend from a distance, laughing and giggling with a visible blush on your face. "what's stopping you?" he never really has a chance with you. it was all his best friend from the very start. he looks down on his desk and buried his face in his arms, tears beginning for form. "why did i like you? i'm breaking it off." at the start, he shouldn't have fallen in love with his best friend's classmate that ended up being his girlfriend with his help just yesterday anyways...

ichigo kurosaki, dot barrett, rin itoshi, hyoma chigiri, kira izuru, isagi yoichi, abel walker, renji abarai, nagi seishiro, shoto todoroki, katsuki bakugo, neito monoma, etc.

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ALL THAT MATTERS ──── suna rintarou × figure skater¡reader. for @heartkaji my pretty pink baobei 🖤

suna rintarou serves as the middle blocker of inarizaki high’s volleyball team. blessed with visuals that seemed to be favoured by the fox spirits of japanese folklore.

it was as if they moulded him from their fingers to create a man so perfect that all the women in inarizaki high fawned over him.

but none of that matters to him, for rintarou couldn’t care less about the cheap attention from anyone else all around him. why would he care when he already has a gorgeous woman who currently skates her routine on ice?

“look at my girl, she’s so beautiful, isn’t she?” he tells the twins for what seems like the umpteenth time as the three of them watch your figure gliding across the ice.

rintarou has stupid and silly hearts in his eyes as you carried your soul with grace. it's quite pathetic, actually— the way he has seen you figure skate on ice a million times ever since he was a child yet he never fails to fall in love with you all over again.

never did he ever dared to put his mind into the thoughts of him being connected to you in some way. yet here he is, present as your boyfriend who is absolutely sickeningly smitten with you that it makes the miya twins grimace in nothing but pure disgust.

tchaikovsky played in the speakers of the arena. the music is ever so elegant and soft that it creates an atmosphere beautiful. but in rintarou’s foxy eyes, you were the one that stands out as a swan so tantalising and simply so alluring.

it tugs at his heartstrings that no matter how many times he watches you skate after his volleyball practices, he forgets all about his game strategies. all on his mind is you, you, and absolutely only you.

you are all that matters to him.

when the music ended, you skated off the ice and immediately put on the skate guards to cover the blade. upon finishing the covering of your blades, you looked up to see rintarou already waiting for you at the bench next to you, holding up a bottle of your favourite drink.

“hey pretty.”

a smile carved itself at the corner of your lips at the sight of your boyfriend. without taking off your skates, you walked over to him in a funny way and buried yourself in his arms, relishing in the feeling of his broad body against your delicate one.

“hi rin,” you responded with a smile as he chuckled at your silly walk and placed a chaste kiss at the top of your head. after holding you for a while, he twisted open the bottle and gently held it to your lips.

“you are absolutely fucking gorgeous on ice again. and will always be,” rintarou praises, and his voice filled with so much honey and sweet affection that it made your insides twist at his simple praise.

your fingers curled around the bottle to drink for yourself before you let out a content hum. “thank you rin. you flatter me too much.”

he grins down at you, smile almost fox-like you swore he came from the forests a few centuries old. it was so enchanting that you almost forgot his friends followed him here today.

not like they matter to you, for whenever rintarou is around to pamper you like a deserving princess after your figure skating training, he is all that mattered to you.

“now, shall we eat out, order takeout, or i eat you out?”

“rin!” you flushed red and slapped his arm, emitting a roar of laughter before he decided on his own question, tucking a strand of hair behind your ears to admire the red that paints your cheeks a field of roses.

gosh, he is so in love with you.

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where they like to kiss you ──── mashle various.

featuring. mash squad, rayne, orter, abel, abyss.

notes. i don't think this has been done before so here it is. these are all toe-curling fluff gn! reader headcanons btw !

𖥔 ݁ ˖ MASH BURNEDEAD

he likes to kiss your hands. not really great with his words or with his actions, he prefers the most unawkward part to kiss you. out of the blue, mash will take your hand in his and play with it a little, maybe even rubbing some circles with his thumb. then... he'll quickly kiss it. that's only at the start of your romance with him. as your relationship progressed, he'll leave longer kisses on your hands because honestly he loves it when you cup your face with those hands.

𖥔 ݁ ˖ FINN AMES

definitely your cheeks. he finds your cheeks very plum and nice to kiss. it's nice to play with your cheeks too! it's like squishing mochi except it's a very cute mochi and finn absolutely loves this mochi. he's so precious and cute that sometimes he'd lightly rub his cheeks against yours when he hugs you. very much likes to poke your cheeks too. this boy will never stop playing with your cheeks he just loves them so much idk why but i feel like he's into chubby people or people w round faces...

𖥔 ݁ ˖ LANCE CROWN

forehead kisser! when you're busy doing your homework, he goes down to smooch. when you're talking to him, he leans down to smooch. when you're just existing, smooch. his forehead kisses are quick, but they are filled with love everytime. will do it in public, no shame. probably has a dangerous addiction with kissing your forehead everytime. it's like he cannot live without it. after those kisses, lance will always compliment with whatever that's like cheesy enough to make you giggle. he's so prince charming mmm

𖥔 ݁ ˖ DOT BARRETT

lips lips lips. will do anything just to kiss your lips even if it meant to trick you. dot's very sneaky about getting those kisses too. to him, he won't really kiss anywhere else cuz he believes lips are the only way to properly kiss and transfer his love and affection to you. whether it's a quick or a makeout session, he never fails to pour so much love in them. oh yeah he gets red after kissing you so much and covers it with his pride while telling himself he's cool and stuff. this boy is the type to lean his forehead on yours just to look into your eyes after he's done kissing you too.

𖥔 ݁ ˖ LEMON IRVINE

lemon loves to kiss your entire face. she cannot resist cute things or the sort, and you're so very cute to her. of course she'd shower your WHOLE face with kisses! every day, lemon gets a cuteness overload upon seeing you and just boom. shower kisses all over your face. if she wears a dark shade of lipstick, your entire face will be full of her kisses imprints, not that you mind though. she gets extremely shy after bursting with those kisses though, so make sure to show the same amount of love for lemon babygirl!

𖥔 ݁ ˖ RAYNE AMES

this is weird, but anywhere with your moles. he finds moles very interesting and endearing, believing in the mole myth where your past lover kissed you most on your mole spots. if your past lover kisses you at that one spot so much, that means that's the best spot, rayne believes so. your moles do not lie though, he finds it lovely to kiss your moles. who knows... maybe he loves to kiss the moles under your fabric too 🤫 he doesn't only kiss those specific mole spots though, he'll kiss your lips a lot too.

𖥔 ݁ ˖ ORTER MADL

a classic temple kisser. aka, the side of your head. orter will gently grab your chin or head or move your shoulders to the side jusso he could kiss your temples. he'll shift your hair aside too, if they're in the way. after kissing your temples, he pulls you in a long long insanely long hug. just for him to kiss your temples or your head even more. for some reason he likes to quietly rub your temples for you too. yay, free temple massage from the best massager himself!

𖥔 ݁ ˖ ABEL WALKER

i feel he'd be clingy in a way, yk. so, when abel clings onto you, he adores kissing your shoulders. he's not really good with kissing elsewhere because he thinks that he'd end up doing something wrong but if it's your shoulders, he doesn't mess it up. it's a comfort thing for him to do, to lean his chin on your shoulders then bury his face into your shoulders to kiss them. very often the lang prefect will sneak up and hug you from behind and ofc, kissing your shoulders.

𖥔 ݁ ˖ ABYSS RAZOR

wherever you let him. he doesn't know what to do when it comes to kissing or affection at all. you're always the one kissing him and showing him love so he doesn't really have a favourite spot to kiss you. if he does want to kiss a very specific place, he'll ask for you and you'll allow him, since he rarely ever kisses those places. i think he prefers hands or somewhere on the face though, like your cheeks or nose. well abyss is still learning and trying 🥹

TAGS 𖥔 ݁ ˖ @kyoghurts @anqelically @dragonictears @caelivir @itonashi @yusume-the-writer @dabi-drift @m4shiho @shuulsan

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anyways loser emo dabi x popular cheerleader gf reader next ⁉️🥵🥵😢😣😫

★ BROOKLYN BABY ( GRUNGE¡DABI )

"what is this damn song?" dabi asked and raised a brow, his azure eyes glued to the screen. it portrayed an image of both you and dabi where you sat on his lap, taking a cute selfie with his chin rested on your shoulders and you sticking our your tongue cheekily.

the song "brooklyn baby" kept replaying over and over again as you kept replaying the instagram story you just posted.

"it's a cute song, isn't it? you're pretty cool, but i'm definitely cooler than you," you replied, hiding a silly grin that threatened to spread across your lips as he rolled his eyes, looking back at your phone screen.

"right. i'm nowhere as cool as you i guess," he murmured, earning a giggle from you as you both watched your instagram story blow up with likes and replies and whatnot that could buzz your phone for the entire night.

dabi reaches his fingers out, brushing across your screen as he turned on "DND" to silence the buzzing. he feels weird to be seen on social media, especially featured in your social media story, a popular figure in the school.

you're the bright star, the glimmering girl who cheers for every sports team there is in the academy. the one who gets all the love and affection from every other souls who breathe the same air as you.

and dabi? well, he barely has a presence anywhere he goes. never seen at parties, never speaking to anyone, he doesn't even possess a social media account until you tell him to get one.

the angels have a way of intertwining people's fates together, apparently. you and dabi were a testament to that, your heart miraculously falling and connecting with his the moment you saw him looking at you while you're performing your cheer routine in the gym.

who knows a mysterious guy with a gaze so intense as his could make your heart and soul flutter so much that he has you absolutely nervous during your cheer and you faltered just a bit under his gaze.

"everyone loves us," you said and looked at your chat list, seeing at least ten people who already replied to your story in just under five minutes.

"you are my cool and pretty girlfriend, aren't you?" he presses a soft kiss onto your cheeks and holds you closer to him so he could bask in your warmth and your joviality.

dabi still does not understand how his forever-crush managed to become his girlfriend after he tried to gift her something from hot topic for a birthday— a store you secretly visit when there's no one around.

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★ LATE NIGHT CONVERSATIONS ( GRUNGE¡DABI )

"would you love me if i was a worm?" your question strikes a raised eyebrow from dabi as his feet lightly pushes himself on the swing. he could smell that sort of question brewing in the depths of your heart when it comes to boredom.

"no."

and of course, his expected blunt replies that cuts through your boredom like a claymore sword piercing through your soul. but then again, when has he ever said yes to these kinds of silly questions? he's the realist, you're the idealist.

"how mean," you replied, gaze fixed somewhere into the dark sky of the night while he lets out a soft scoff. then afterwards, it was all silence. a comfortable, and content silence, where neither of you speak your mind and attempt to destroy the quietness of the serene night.

nights like these were the ones where the two of you sneak out of your respective houses and meet up in a lonely playground devoid of children just to see each other and hang around like there was no one else in the world other than you and dabi.

the cold air kisses both your skin, sweeping through your hair and dancing along your cold breaths. it's winter, and the floor is painted in cold white fluff. makes everything more romantic, doesn't it?

dabi glances at you, studying and calculating just however beautiful you could get. he gazes at your side profile, the way a little mist forms everytime you exhaled through your nose or the flutter of your eyelashes. dabi is a master of sneaking glances at you. and admiring you apparently.

"so would you love me if i was a cat?" you broke the silence, this time glancing at him as you asked and he did not hesitate in this.

"hell yeah."

it seems dabi fancies kitties more than insects.

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waiting for hours ──── seishiro nagi x fem! reader.

about. in which, nagi awaits your arrival at home for hours. pure fluff oneshot. wc of 1.2k.

notes. this is like, the highest rated chapter in my my oneshot book in wattpad. so im slapping this in tumblr too and happy belated bday to koala boy!! for @hyoismbbg ♡

𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐀𝐘 was the first time during this year that nagi was able to arrive home early from his football practice. and by early, earlier than the time his lover's work finishes.

he freshened himself up, ate some food in the fridge and waited. it was 8:42pm, almost an hour and a half for you to finish your work.

the football player, now playing for a professional team, was basically bored out of his mind. he could play games until you've returned, but the man had played every game in the universe.he could watch anime, movies or anything. but those would bore him instantly.

honestly, everything is boring to him nowadays. the only thing that would keep him entertained is football and you.

you were practically the same as him, a lazy person who somehow managed to be a successful writer and be in a relationship with another lazy athlete.

nagi waited and waited and waited. for what seemed like hours, he kept waiting for your presence to shine in his day. but every time he checked the clock, only a few minutes passed from the previous.

as tired as the white-haired male is, he decided to make you some simple yet cute supper, prepare your essentials for when you returned from work. nagi even set up your little table in your shared room by the window for when you read or do some planning for tomorrow.

he eventually lost track of time while trying to make everything in the house perfect so you didn't have to do anything else when you came home. an hour or so had passed, and nagi still didn't hear the door twist open.

you yawned, tired from the meeting you had at your publishing company. really, sometimes you wish you could boss around rude people and shut them up from their shitty opinions. but business is business. and rude people didn't really matter anyways.

you set everything the way it is, and stop in your tracks when you see the kitchen counter filled with a plate of delicious food.

the apartment looked pretty neat and clean too. when you looked around in suspicion and curiousity, some of the recognisable things belonging to your boyfriend were laying around freely.

that was when a smile crawled up your cheeks. your mind traveled to nagi who prepared the food and cleaned up the house— just as he walked out the room, an annoyed expression on his face.

"i thought you were never coming home, after i prepared everything for you," he pouted with a poker face, definitely disappointed at how late you arrived home.

"ah— my bad. thank you. you're home early," you shot him a lazy smile before he walked towards you and pulled you into a lazy hug, completely embracing you in his huge form.

"yeah, practice kinda got canceled because coach's wife got into trouble.”

since you were way tinier than him, you practically squished under his body, melting in the warmth of your lazy, sweet loving boyfriend.

he smelled like mint and fresh sugary frosting, from the body wash you gave to him as a present on his birthday. it was a scent that pulled you in so much it froze and destroyed all the negative comments that were written about your books.

as much as you didn't want to separate the hug, nagi gently plucked himself away from you, sternly looking into your eyes.

"eat, and go take a bath. then we can sleep together. practice might be cancelled tomorrow too if coach's wife's trouble is still ongoing.." he trailed off and shook his head. "ehh whatever just go. i made food for you without burning the kitchen and prepared stuff for you in the room."

you chuckled and nodded your head repeatedly, trying to keep in the laugh with his ridiculously sarcastic get funny words. pretty much whatever nagi said could be funny to you.

"i won't doubt your effort. thank you again," you tiptoed and gave him a quick peck on the lips, heading over to the kitchen counter to eat your supper.

the peck made nagi blush. it was the first kiss you gave him this week. it is monday night, the start of the week. and you kissed him yesterday. hah. humour. nagi keeps track of kisses he gets from you.

anyways, he wanted more kisses from you later so he watched you eat while conversing a little about both your writer job and athlete jobs.

then, he waited for you to take your bath, freshen up before you bailed out your little window corner and jumped into bed with nagi.

"thank you, sei," you thanked him again, as he buried his face into your hair, inhaling the fresh scent of your shampoo. "you've thanked me three times already. you're welcome though..."

your fingers moved to lace themselves in the soft fluffy hair of the male, moving around to ruffle and gently play with it.

nagi's hair was fairly soft, like cotton candy that would melt when it came in contact with liquid. it could even be on par with the clouds albeit you've never felt clouds before. but you just know it was more soft and fluffy than anything else.

you found it awfully cute that his love language is physical touch, so much that you often see him as a cat. and for a fact that nagi only needs and wants your attention, not from anyone else because you are everything to him.

the male hummed when your fingers played with his hair, an odd calmness filling over the mind and body of the athlete. you always managed to calm him down, physically and mentally. he loved that it was a good trait of you that he fell in love with.

"i love you," he said against your neck, his breath touching your skin as you couldn't help but smile at his words. he was random, sure, but you know when nagi was being genuine and sarcastic. now, he meant every word of it.

"i love you too," you replied softly, your fingers moving, trailing down to his cheeks to caress his chiseled jawline and softly stroke his cheeks.

such a work of art, you thought to yourself when you faced him and looked into his eyes.

how could a man be as angelic as your boyfriend?

you felt so blessed to have nagi in your life, never regretting that you made the first move for being friends and eventually he would later on give you a lazy confession that was conducted by his friend, reo.

"you're really beautiful, love," he felt himself smile when the both of you were staring into each other's eyes lovingly. "so beautiful.."

"and you're very handsome," you chuckled, going closer to his face. you kept the tiny distance for a moment, having a small time to admire nagi's grey eyes.

nagi then closed the distance between you both, his lips ever so softly closing in on yours to give you a lovely kiss.

it was filled with the purest intentions of showing how much he loves you, nothing else than an innocent kiss that was focused on appreciation and love.

you both pulled away at the same time, your arms wrapping around his neck as his own snaking around your waist to pull you close.

gosh, you love hugs when it comes to your lazy gigantic boyfriend. he always gives you the best ones.

"let's sleep now, okay?" he placed a soft kiss on your forehead, letting you reply with a nod before pulling the soft blanket over you two.

"i've been waiting for hours to cuddle you to sleep. good night, y/n.”

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SEVEN MINUTES IN HEAVEN ──── mashle.

about. headcanons of 7 mins in heaven with mashle various.

notes. had the idea to write this when my friend asked me how to play 7mins in heaven and spin the bottle LMFAOOO

will shake all over out of fluster and blush all over the place. definitely stutters when you're in the closet together and will try to be as respectful to you as they could. during the entire seven minutes was just pure silence and awkwardness. nothing really much happens inside, but at the very last two seconds, you'll lean in to place a kiss on their cheek and their cheeks will BURN.

MASH, finn, ABYSS, lemon, tom.

the "it's just a game. let's get it over it" squad. the moment the door was shut they'll say that to you and tell you that you mean nothing to them and they will simply go along with it. they'll kiss you, make out with you, or even dive deeper into something more sensual. but at the end of the day, it's just a game to them ): it's a bonus if they actually meant what they do and lied about what they said so they'd look cool to their friends.

dot (delighted to makeout), KALDO, ryoh, wirth, renatus.

they won't do anything at all. not even speak a word. not even look at you. not even acknowledge the fact that they're in a game that is supposed to be 'heavenly'. they stand on business. kissing doesn't matter to them, all they want to do is just get out of the cramped and small little closet of yours. after seven minutes is up, they will be the first to exit the closet. what gentlemen they are.

RAYNE, domina, orter, ABEL, lance.

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