#herringstrait

[jasminerva]

“does Nagumo have kinks and if so what are your favs for him 🎤”

So I was asked the above by Lao (@herringstrait)... And I thought I'd just list off a few off the top of my head, but in the end I had enough for a full post lmaooo (and then some - I added more and it just got away from me orz)

Welp... here ya go!

Nagumo x gn!Reader (w/ a few femme-gendered parts as indicated by ♀) Want more? Check out my SakaDays Masterlist! 🍑 Comments, reblogs, tags appeachiated~! 🍑

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mic check one-two (takes in a deep breath)

Nagumo x Reader NSFW headcanons

I feel like Nagumo would prefer to be in control even when he "relinquishes" it lol he wants to show you who's boss (it's you - if you really want you can even make him cry and drool and beg for it) he'll (learn to) crave it 😏 like a special once in a while treat. Honestly, he convinces himself he needs control because that's secure & safe to him. When he gives you control, that's basically saying he feels super safe with you! And if that ain't the sexiest thing ever, I don't know what is.

I personally don't feel like he's got any extravagant kinks like rope play or whips or wax / pain play (he'll try everything once, and he'll do stuff that you like for you)

Now, that doesn't mean he won't go crazy if you wrap yourself up like a present with your/his favourite-coloured ribbon! Or - better yet - let him wrap you up!

Food play for sure tho. One of the smut fics I have drafted up for Valentine's Day involves chocolate in lieu of clothing lmao

Nagumo likes little challenges cuz he's childish like that - throw him a bone every once in a while. Dare him to keep the cuffs on no matter what (god knows he can break outta anything). Let him get creative in stripping you and he'll surprise you (hint: it involves teeth).

I do think he'd like it a lot if you call him "good boy" - he likes praise. Nagumo will for sure reciprocate.

I think he really likes jiggly parts lol so he'd get mesmerized and purposely slam harder and maybe slap it a bit just to see it wiggle lmao (also them slapping sounds mmmph)

Mirror sex

Orgasm control lol but not too crazy he's a soft guy (for the most part). Mostly, he's a sappy romantic and he wants to cum isshoni together with you, so he'll do his darndest to get you off at the same time. In reality, you could probably control him better than he thinks he can control you.

He can be a little possessive but it's not to possess rather than the feelings behind it. If you time it well and tell him you're "his" he could very much cum prematurely 🤣 (he just wants you to know you're his and he's yours okay???)

I also have a smut that I don't know when it'll be released but… it involves an annual hunting excursion in the wilderness lmao (where YOU are the prey - so yeah) [Lao mentioned the face he made while threatening Yotsumura so I HAD TO INCLUDE IT]

(hack-coughs)

(takes in another breath)

Nagumo would be amazing at role play (dude is a master of disguise) but at the end of the day all he wants is to be himself / vulnerable and with you 🥹

I shared this before where Nagumo keeps his eyes open for everything lmaooo his FOMO is bad. You have to get used to when you accidentally peek while he's kissing or you're trying to cover your O face - nope, he will pry those hands off your face or lean very forward - he wants to see it ALL with them big boba eyes.

Just like his eyes are made for eyeing, his fingers are made for fingering. You can act all cocky and crack a joke about how his knuckle tattoos will wear out so much faster at the rate he's going, but he'll just tell you, "worth getting them retouched if I get to touch you like this" as he nearly sends you to heaven (showing off the real reason he has his gold assassin license).

On that note, he's not afraid to probe (literally and figuratively) you, even while you're already stuffed. "Y-Yoichi, t-too much... I don't think that'll fff—" "Shh... don't worry, baby, you can take it all."

[♀] For my womb-sisters, I can see him pressing down on your lower abdomen while he's thrusting into you, feeling you from the outside-in (inside-out?), driving you crazy. Hit that g(uaranteed good time)-spot-on accuracy.

He knows how to use his tongue too. You might even prefer it because it means he'll shut up for once, but ultimately you love his silver tongue-in-cheek as much as you love his other appendages. I think he still prefers leaving his mouth free for kisses and cracking wise.

[♀] Bonus food play, he will kill two birds with one stone by taking in some sugar-free candy or mint beforehand to eat you out. We know how much he loves his sweets after all~ ;) plus the minty tingle would keep things quite literally fresh. (warning: don't mix actual sugar with the vajayjay — not worth it)

Look up BJ blast pop rocks and tell me that won't be the best way to get back at him.

He loves it when you tangle your fingers in his hair, hold him close while he ravishes you. He keeps his hair messy for a reason (wants you stuck for as long as possible).

[♀] Just like he has the bobas, if you have the boobas, he loves to motorboat tease them and rest his face between them (even outside of R18 times). There's something about how nipples perk up that he feels real satisfied about.

[♀] Holding onto them while he's hitting that spot? The peaks between his tattooed fingers and feeling the jiggly movement under his palms? That's one of the rare times he has difficulty concentrating on your face.

Aftercare

This can be pre-/post-/in between, but he likes to trace your hip or stomach or other part with his fingers. Maybe solve some math puzzles like a nerd (scenario included below).

He'll clean you up really well. Maybe too well. Don't take up his offer to clean you up in the shower or bath if you're short on time.

I can see him as the big spoon, or even little spoon. Best would be the pillow-talk position, where he just holds you right against him, face-to-face, eye-to-boobage.

Whatever position, just picture him holding you with his fingers interlocked.

He'll tangle his legs with yours and lock you tf in. Need to go to the bathroom? Best of luck. Dude is a clingy Cancer.

He might wax poetic, saying something cheesy like "we fit together like puzzle pieces" or "you're a problem I'm still trying to solve" - feel free to bonk him. Then you'll have some mandarin oranges to share!

Nuzzles & cuddles & kisses, oh my!

He'll fall asleep with his chin resting on your head, or nuzzled against your chest. (omg Memi @toyboxterror shared this art by ivy_rt_ w/ me which is perfect)

Extra for those familiar with cloud8.

re: hunter-prey play - you don’t particularly like nature, but you’ll do it just to outlast him as long as possible (you can be stupid competitive and it reminds you of JCC times) - plus maybe you like the adrenaline spike haha. He makes a convincing predator.

re: orgasm control / rare dom time - you will get some use out of your kill heels after all (psst don’t tell Tenju).

If you’re into consensual somno - the perk is that you don’t have to do anything PLUS it makes Nagumo feel trusted and desired and that gets him off. WIN-WIN & WINK-WONK.

Nagumo may hate his stuffy work wear, but you've convinced him the necktie is a must. To tug on, motioning him to come hither, pulling him into a kiss, he'll pin you down between his arms and deepen it. It becomes ceremony after a long day's work. (thank you Memi for reminding me!!!)

Extra (forgot I had this drafted in Oct - figured I'd include it here)

SakaDays headcanon: Nagumo “I solve Sudoku puzzles in my downtime” Yoichi does rapid mental math in his head and most likely even uses his fingers (wink-wonk).

shared in the ch1 end notes of c o n t r a i l s (Nagumo x F!Reader ***nsfw smut*** fic). [tumblr post link if you wanted to like + reblog]

Probably traces Sudoku on your bare skin, too. The nerd. Here's a smol scenario of a time when you first noticed:

(You and Nagumo are snuggled up) Nagumo: (hand lingering on your hip, he starts tracing patterns on your skin) You: Are you playing tic-tac-toe or something? Nagumo: Hm? Nope. You: (after a few more movements, realizing) Seriously? Sudoku? Nagumo: Yeah, well, I left the book in my other coat, but may as well continue where I left off~ You: Wow. Is that where your mind immediately goes? Lucky me. Nagumo: (slowly moves mathematical ministrations towards your core, purring) Feeling lucky now~?

[akimoroll]

in the holiday spirit.

nagumo yoichi x reader—wc 1.5k—read on ao3

cw: angst. hurt no comfort. mental health issues. neither platonic nor romantic but a secret third thing. author is the grinch.

a/n: happy holidays everyone!! gift for my pookie and fave masochist (lmao) @herringstrait 👽

On top of being born into a well known family of spies, being an assassin had its perks and drawbacks. Among the advantages was the generous paychecks. Nagumo invested in numerous properties, yet none of them were occupied. Perhaps he did so to create an illusion of having a home in every place he visited. There was one specific house he purchased that he goes to every year, a stop over place before he went to see you.

He spends Christmas with you every year without fail. As friends? As lovers? No one could tell. It’s hard to define. No label could encapsulate what you shared. And everytime he returns to you, he showered you with gifts, almost killing you with laughter with his tales and jokes. And when everything has calmed down, he makes love to you like he was in love with you.

As soon as he stepped inside the house, he picked up the old telephone lying around in the living room and started dialing your number, longing to hear your voice.

You answered on the other end, your tone filled with anticipation, “Hello?”

At the sound of your voice, he momentarily forgot the chill from outside, and everything that was frozen inside him melted away.

“Yoichi? Are you back?” you added.

He chuckled softly, the familiar warmth from your excitement bringing a smile to his face, “Yeah, it’s me. You ready for tomorrow?”

“Same time, same place?” you asked.

He smiled warmly at the sounds of giggles and fabric rustling on the other end of the line, his heart skipping a beat in excitement. He replied softly, “Yeah, can’t wait to see you.”

He felt a warm and fuzzy feeling inside just thinking about seeing you again. He was super pumped to give you all the gifts and tell you all the stories from his travels. He had been going from places to places for work, picking up souvenirs and little trinkets for you in between, some expensive and some not, but all meant to make you smile.

With a tired sigh, he hung up the phone and headed towards the bedroom, pulling away the plastic covers that were draped over the furniture. The house he bought in the countryside was rather old and dusty with no heating system. He only needed to stay the night anyway so he could be wrapped in your arms, safe and warm the next day.

In the dead of night, he laid there wide awake. His mind was filled with thoughts of the countless ways he could spend time with you, to make it worthwhile, to keep him through the next year until he sees you again. He looked at the duffel bag near the door, and chuckled quietly, imagining himself as Santa delivering presents to that one person that had been waiting for him all year. Inside it were gifts he had carefully wrapped and stacks of written heartfelt letters he wrote during the time he was away and missing you.

He was so eager to make you happy, make you smile, as that was all that mattered to him. He could easily afford to buy anything you gave him, perhaps even tenfold if he wanted to. But he treasured each of them because it all came from you. Lost in his thoughts, his excitement grew, wondering what surprises you had in store for him this time.

Your homemade meals and his favorite desserts that you meticulously crafted and stored in bento boxes were a treat he looked forward to every year. Still, it was only you that he longed to be with while he watched you time and time again, walking up to him holding cloth bags in each of your hands every time you met.

Maybe he does love you and he showed just that much whenever your doubts surfaced. Maybe it was true, just not in the way you wanted him to. But it was good enough, as long as he comes back to you, right? You don’t feel all that lonely anyway, you could always distract yourself with friends and work. Nagumo was simply an added bonus, or so you told yourself repeatedly.

Neither of you dared to ruin what you had. You make him feel at home, give him a sense of belongingness, a pair of arms he could fall into whenever he seeks comfort. And whenever the going gets tough, he could always think of that one person who’s waiting for him—you.

With a couple hours to spare before the meet up time, he figured he might as well get ready. He took a quick shower, making sure he was clean and smelled good. He sprayed on some cologne that you had complimented once, a scent that always reminded him of you that evening—the first time you had truly made love to him, different from a simple one night stand. Your intensity left him feeling alive and loved, as if your soul was pouring into him.

He arrived at the meeting spot, his breath forming clouds in the cold air. His hands clutched a duffel bag and a gray briefcase slung across his back. He waited and waited, glancing at his watch every now and then as worry started to eat at him.

Time seemed to crawl and still, you didn’t come. He began to feel the chill seeping into his bones, his hands growing numb. He started walking around to search the area, but there was no sight of you.

He came back to the old house after hours of waiting for you, a somber look on his face as his freezing cold hands lifted the telephone to his ear. The dial tone seems to amplify how he feels.

“I waited for you,” he said, his voice laced with sadness.

Your response came, filled with regret, “I was on my way, but something unexpected came up. I’m so sorry.”

In a tone tinged with pleading, he asked, “How about tomorrow?”

The line went silent for a moment, leaving him hanging in anticipation.

“Hello? Are you there?” he asked again, his voice sounding concerned.

After a quiet sniffle, you whispered, “Y-Yeah.”

He repeated, his hope hanging in the air, “So, tomorrow?”

However, your voice cracked, filling the line with a sense of despair.

“Yoichi…” you began, your words trailing off as you struggled to find the right thing to say.

He heard the tremble in your voice and said your name back, already sensing the direction this conversation was headed. The situation has been repeating itself recently and he pondered that if he could just tell you that he loved you and remind you how much he needed you, everything would be okay. That was what he repeated to himself over and over again to hold everything in.

You quietly expressed, “We can’t keep doing this.”

With a hopeful tone, he pressed on, trying to inject a little lightness into the conversation, “I’ll come to you. Where are you right now?”

“You shouldn’t,” you replied with a firm tone.

“Why not? Don’t you wanna see me?”

“Of course, I do,” you confessed, “But this has been going on for years. You can’t keep going like this.”

But he was stubborn, “I can and I want to. We both know that.”

Everything and everyone had long since left him behind and you had become the sole constant in his life, something he looked forward to. You were his escape and he couldn't bear the thought of losing you and letting you slip away just as everyone else had.

“Yoichi, please,” you pleaded.

He cut you off, his desperation seeping through, “No, don’t say it. I don’t want to hear it.”

The silence was so loud as the white noise from the other line seemed deafening. As the moment hung in the air, he could make out the sound of your suppressed sobs, adding to the growing weight in his chest.

“We’re gonna sleep this off and everything will be okay, right?” he asked, feigning hopefulness.

You cleared your throat and responded with a firm, “Yoichi, listen.”

He cut you off once more, his voice a little more desperate than before, “I said I don’t want to hear it.”

You insisted, “Listen to me, please.”

“No.”

“You have to let me go.”

He was a man of logic, intelligence and reason. And deep down, he knew that he should listen to you. The situation had become so toxic and he was slowly destroying himself from within, just because he kept hoping things would go back to the way it was.

“Please,” he pleaded, his desperation finally breaking through his years of practiced and composed facade.

“You have to,” you stated firmly.

He responded with a moment of silence, his emotions waging a war inside him.

Finally, he heard your voice again, “It wasn’t your fault. You know I love you, right?”

And you do love him. Far more than he realizes. But there was one thing he truly comprehended, he wants you, all of you. It was all he knew.

“Don’t say it,” he whispered your name, his voice on the verge of shattering.

“Yoichi, one day I’ll come back. But for now, you need to let me go,” you insisted, your voice soft and filled with sadness as he remained quiet, his thoughts all over the place.

Then, you spoke once again. The finality in your words sliced through him, driving home the cruel reality with precision, “This isn’t me anymore. I’m already long gone.”

[jasminerva]

@herringstrait

Opening up your WIP like

[jasminerva]

Christmas shopping for your bf, what do you get him? (esp when he insists all he wants is you tied up in ribbons under the tree?🤭)

HAHA! Since he did have a personal request, I’d prepare some pink ribbons for sure. Maybe some zipties for myself.

And demand that he give me ten minutes to go hide, while planning my retaliation. Scatter some obstacles along the way like treats and traps.

After a bit of playfighting tho, I'd give in outta laziness and let him have his way with me lmaooo if only we get to feast afterwards.

[jasminerva]

rec✱gnition

Akao Rion x gn!Reader (if you squint) | 2.9k words | rated: T Tags: flashbacks, canon compliant Content Warnings: smoking, bullying, slight self-destructive tendencies, canon-typical violence, slight existential crisis, internal conflict, light angst Dedicated to Lao (@herringstrait)

Summary: A cigarette, a key in the ignition, a flicker of light, a fleeting collision. She burns like a star, untouchable, wild, leaving you stranded—awed, exiled.

You tapped your foot on the ground, a restless habit you’d developed ever since you quit all those years ago.

The streets stretched out in an unnatural quiet, yet your body buzzed with unrest. One more shift at a job that paid in monotony and pennies. You trudged down the cracked sidewalk, your pace heavy with exhaustion, one hand buried deep in your pocket.

Your fingers curled around the crumpled pack nestled there, the edges soft and worn from days of indecision. It felt lighter than it should, lighter than it had the last time you’d sworn you wouldn’t reach for it. Yet, as your grip tightened, the thought lingered: maybe tonight, the craving wouldn’t win. Or maybe it already had.

It was a reckless purchase, one you’d sworn you wouldn’t touch.

You reached for the lighter that wasn’t there, cursing the empty space. Maybe it was a sign, a reminder to hold back. But the craving didn’t care about signs. It gnawed at you, heavy and unrelenting, like it always did.

A flicker of light snagged your attention—small, red, steady. It hung high against the dense ink of the sky, almost winking at you through the haze. Your steps faltered. The North Star? The thought came unbidden, an old reflex, and for a fleeting moment, you felt a thread of something—reassurance, maybe—slip through the fog in your mind.

But it soured as quickly as it surfaced, a sharp memory from survival lessons at the JCC slicing through. The North Star, they’d taught you, was nothing but a lie wrapped in folklore. Its constancy was just another trick of time, a story to soothe the desperate. It drifted, shifting like everything else in the world, leaving fools who pinned their hopes on it to flounder in the dark.

The light moved. A steady descent cut it loose from the realm of stars and myths, drawing your gaze downward until the truth sharpened into focus. Not a star—just a lit cigarette. Its ember burned faintly between the fingers of a hooded figure perched on a ledge, their silhouette etched sharp against the night.

They moved with a casual elegance that shouldn’t have belonged to gravity, stepping off the ledge and landing soundlessly on the pavement below. The cigarette flared briefly as they took a slow drag, the glow illuminating the sharp angles of their face for just a breath before it receded into shadow.

You hesitated, caught in the liminal space between memory and reality, between the false comfort of a constant star and the pull of the present. But the craving in your chest clawed harder, dragging you forward like a leash.

Before you realized it, your fingers had already fished a cigarette from the battered pack, the motion instinctive, thoughtless. The paper felt dry and familiar against your lips, a habit so deeply ingrained it had acted before you could.

“Got a light?” The words slipped out, scattering the silence around you. Your voice carried a raw edge, cracked like the pavement beneath your feet.

The hooded figure stepped closer, the shuffle of fabric barely audible in the night’s stillness. Her hand dove into a pocket, emerging empty after a brief, frustrated search.

“Shit. Used the last match,” she muttered, her voice raspier than you remembered.

Akao Rion.

( read the rest on AO3 )

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[jasminerva]

Jasminerva's SakaDays Masterlist

Legend: ♀: fem!reader | =: gn!reader | gen: general / no reader

The full versions of all Fics & Collections are on AO3, but I'll include Tumblr post links in case you wanted to reblog/like.

Nagumo Yoichi

cloud8 (ongoing fic, sfw, ♀) ♡ read at AO3 ♡ Tmblr: ch1 | ch2 | ch3 | ch4 Silver Linings (drabble collection, sfw) ♡ 15 Pocky Sticks (bday one-shot, sfw, =) ♡ Tmblr link c o n t r a i l s (smut collection, nsfw, ♀) ♡ “I can’t get enough of you, baby.” (one-shot, nsfw, ♀) ♡ Tmblr link ♡ “Let go for me,” (loosen the rain) (one-shot, nsfw, ♀) ♡ Tmblr link

Asakura Shin

Shop Local [upcoming] (bday ficlet for Memi @dearsecretlover)

Akao Rion

♡ rec✱gnition (one-shot, sfw, = / gift to @herringstrait) ♡ Tmblr link

Nagumo Yoichi

Papa!Gumo series ♡ What kind of father would Nagumo be? (headcanon, sfw, =) ♡ You v. Nagumo and Toddler (imagine, sfw, =) JCC series ♡ Nagumo comes to you for a haircut (imagine, sfw, =) Misc. ♡ Nagumo kisses with his eyes open (headcanon, sfw, =) ♡ Yandere!Gumo [one] (headcanon, sfw, =) ♡ Thirst Tweets (imagine, sfw enough, gen/=, feat. Shishiba, Osaragi & Mr. T) ♡ On the receiving end of love (headcanon, sfw, gen) ♡ NSFW headcanons (headcanon + imagine, nsfw, =/♀)

General Headcanons

♡ JCC part-time jobs & vending machine food [feat. Akao, Nagumo] (headcanon, sfw, gen)

Group Imagines / Scenarios

♡ SakaHoliDays gift unwrapping [feat. Gaku, Nagumo, Uzuki, Shin, Shishiba, Hyo, Heisuke (+ Piisuke), Natsuki, Mafuyu, Amane, Kashima, Kaji, Apart, Haruma, Sakamoto (platonic)] (headcanon, sfw, =)

sfw+gen unless stated otherwise (memes banner cleaned/remastered by dvsxprt)

♡ Yoixedo Nagumask [feat. Sakamoon & Akao] ♡ Shishibatman's hammer of justice [feat. Kumanomi]

sfw+gen unless stated otherwise

♡ Tenkyu and his box ♡ ch 194: tachypsychia (aka Shin burning at both ends plz it's not your fault) ♡ ch 197: seat belt (aka Shin and Sakamoto's short history together)

[jasminerva]

@herringstrait's bday is soon! (Did you know!!! Pisces are dual-natured fishies who balance deep emotions with a hidden, clever & self-serving side? So here I am serving you like the Virgo I am ;)

Sooo I got off my busy lazy ass to start writing a JCC!Akao x Reader (if you really squint) - pre-rec✱gnition. It's really just fun times bullying Lao I mean you, the Reader.

I will try me bestest to finish it on time!

Thank you so much for 120 followers!!!

I originally started out by DMing everyone my thanks individually, but I've gotten busy orz and I'm tired lmao (the thx-to-response ratio was, like, 1:10 so why bother, ya know?). If you ever wanna send me a message, please feel free to~! (May take me a while to get back to you, but I will do it eventually!!!)

Otherwise, on the docket!

Everything I mentioned previously - lmaooooo I'm sowwy. LIFE.

This weird Eldritch horror idea [insert no yes girl meme here] I was suddenly struck with. I'll try and get it out for East Asian spoopy summer time.

A new part to Silver Linings! Let's just say a steamy diversion is involved ;3

Anywho, thank you again for enjoying my works!

P.S. Comments make the world go 'round~ Creators (art, fics, and everything in between) love to hear your thoughts~! It's the least you can do for the hard work they put into things 🙂‍↕️

Okay, update & rant over. Peace, peaches~! ✌️🍑

[rinri]

@herringstrait

please god, take that man’s pain, double it, and put it on ao3

[genxnarumi]

plssss ME??? 😭 and what if i bawl??? what then?? ilysm 🥺

i’m tagging: (both of you back 🫶🥺)

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[rinri]

Haven't done this kinda thing in years!!! Thanks for the tag @kiurona~!

last song: Jonghyun (종현) - "She is" (I have small eyes and pouty lips okay?! it's one of my hype songs)

favorite color: pink (usually warmer shades like blush, coral, etc)

last movie: Gladiator II (theatre), IF (streamed)

last book: The Trunk by Kim Ryeo-ryeong (just started but I love the narrator / main chara's sassy af voice)

last show: Matlock & Elsbeth (if it's not sci-fi [rewatched The Mandalorian recently], I'm on a detective/law kick)

sweet/spicy/savory: salty. sooo salty! I've eaten chips till my tongue would bleed.

relationship status: single (married to my aspirations / career)

last thing i googled: new year sailor moon (for @jasminerva / my writing blog's current pfp)

current obsession: Sakamoto Days (manga) & Zatch Bell! 2 (manga)

looking forward to: Starting a new job in January & then I have my first work trip of the year in February!

tagging: @toyboxterror @herringstrait @akifordessert @shuuenka @haze-musings @docosahexaenoic-san @fffurina & anyone else that's interested~! Also, never any pressure 🫶

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last song : Youth by Lee Know from Stray Kids

fav colour: lavender

last movie: Mufasa (watched it yesterday, ngl not the best movie very predictable T-T)

last book: Ballad of Sword and Wine book 3

last show: arcane season 2 (obsessed oh my god might start writing some jayvic to fill that hole in my heart like every other doomed yaoi )

sweet/spicy/savoury: spicy all the way and sometimes savoury. don’t like sweets at all

relationship status: forever one sided

last thing i googled: “side effects and treatment for a concussion” kim dokja be going through it

current obsession: where do i even begin T-T (orv, arcane, ouran high school host club,skk, qjj and link click) (consumption of art is my purpose in life)

looking forward to: i wanna say link click s3 but recent events make me a little scared to say that. let’s go with releasing this new fic i’ve been working on for a while. it’s a bit different from my usual work so i’m excited!

This was fun, thanks for tagging me!

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