PYRO cum is HOT. not like the average human warmth of male seed but boiling hot. as in a scalding if left lingering on your skin too long. as in the bubbling blisters on the trail of his essence, dripping down your ass, narrowly missing your core.
it only ever gets this hot when he gets overstimulated. when you push him too far, your voice honeyed him into sweet temptations with little pleas like ‘just one more round.’
he trembles after his release, his body resisting thermal shock. “so lucky…” he groans through gritted teeth, his nails digging into your hips as he shakes. at the very last second, using all of his willpower, he dragged himself out, spilling his release all over your belly.
before you could even contemplate whether to panic or moan from the scalding sensation, his hands were quick to spread his arousal across your skin, smearing it before a burn could settle. it was still blistering hot, but spread into a tolerable heat instead of blistering you raw.
“could’ve burnt you…from inside.” the threat of what could happen if he were to release again should have stopped you two, but you both couldn't help it. after a sticky silence of him mustering the willpower to get off you and resisting your pleading wide eyes begging him for those same words with just the look in your eyes, “just one more round,” he folded once again. His lips crashing unto yours.
before your lips even met, his breath washed over you, way hotter than before, making your mouth water in expectation. as his upper lip falls into the gap of yours, the exchange of saliva numbs your lips. The shape of his lips became the only sensation you could feel in them.
down below, he shifted, adjusting himself, the thick head of his cock twitching along your folds, aligning himself to thrust again. he tried to start out slow, trying to keep control, but you could feel the twitch in his length, the way his restraint was fraying. He was too stimulated, his groan spilling into your mouth as his hips shuddered against yours.
It wasn’t long until you felt it, your own desperate need rising above you; his body trembled, and you could also feel his about to seep out any time now. selfish instinct took over before you could warn yourself. your thighs snapped tight around his waist, locking him in place. He cursed into your kiss.
“Fuck—”
He tried to pull back, tried to warn you, but your legs only clamped harder, dragging him deeper. The both of you came undone at once—your nails clawing at his shoulders, his body jerking as a scalding release spilled hot inside you.
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DABI, BAKUGOU, jogo, SUKUNA, rengoku, escanor, portgas d. ace, diluc, kaui lang YOUR FAV PYRO
ᖇEᘔITIO. 3 in a row?? im on a generational run here chat. pls its unedited and i wrote this drunk sry if it doesnt make sense
First chunk is exposition, then it’s the boys. What happens when your man sees you being flirted with?
PRELUDE
When a guy slides up next to you at the bar, grinning like he’d just won the lottery, you didn’t immediately brush him off. Mostly because he wasn’t annoying—yet—and partly because you were curious to see how far he'd go before he took the hint.
“Did it hurt?” he asked, eyes gleaming with anticipation.
You blinked. “Excuse me?”
“When you fell from heaven,” he clarified, finger-gunning with zero irony. You actually laughed—not with him, more at him, but he didn’t seem to notice the difference.
“Wow,” you mused. “That’s vintage. Do you dust that one off for special occasions?”
He chuckled like you were flirting back. “Only when I see someone who makes it worth it.”
You rested your elbow on the bar and gave him a look, still smiling. He wasn’t threatening, just... kind of ridiculous. He probably meant well. Or maybe he was just drunk enough to think he stood a chance. Either way, it was easier to play along with a few sarcastic quips than to go full shutdown mode. You figured he’d get bored eventually… He didn’t.
“I’m serious,” he went on. “You’ve got this whole mysterious vibe. Like... someone with stories. I could listen to you talk all night.”
“You don’t even know my name.”
“Then tell me.”
You tapped your fingers on your glass, swirling the last bit of your drink. “That’s usually how conversations go, huh? I tell you my name, then what? You try to guess my favorite color?”
“Let me guess—black,” he said confidently, eyes flicking to your outfit.
You snorted. “Wow. You cracked the code.”
He leaned in a little closer, clearly not getting the hint—or maybe refusing to. “You’ve got a great laugh, y’know that?”
You smile and roll your eyes, your boyfriend should have been here by now, and glancing to the clock? Oh he should’ve been here 10 minutes ago! Where is that-
JOGO
A dense, invisible pulse of heat that rolled across the room like a thunderhead. Not enough to scorch, but enough to make your skin tingle. You didn’t turn. You didn’t have to.
Behind you, the low-grade sorcerer’s bravado flickered. He stiffened, head turning slowly like he knew something ancient and pissed off had just walked in.
“Didn’t realize gnats could talk,” came the voice—low, volcanic, rough around the edges. Jogo.
You smiled, and finally looked over your shoulder. There he was.
Your furnace in humanoid form, eyes smoldering, posture loose but predatory. Smoke flickered lazily from the crest of his head, not aggressive—yet. Just a warning.
The sorcerer at your side paled.
“Can I help you?” he managed, voice cracking.
Jogo didn’t acknowledge him. His gaze was already on you.
“You alright, firefly?”
You leaned against the bar with a casual tilt, letting him look. “Took you long enough.”
“You act like you’re not the one lighting up the entire damn city,” he muttered, stepping closer. His heat curled around you instinctively, like a protective shroud. “Hard to walk into a room without every moth throwing itself at you.”
The sorcerer tried to recover. “Hey—look, I didn’t realize they were taken.”
You rolled your eyes. “I’m not an object.”
“You’re mine,” Jogo growled. “That’s different.”
Your heart shouldn’t still stutter when he said shit like that. But it did. Because it wasn’t just possessiveness—it was need, blazing and raw.
The sorcerer lifted his hands in retreat. “Okay, okay. Message received.”
“You sure?” Jogo asked, tilting his head. Flames licked higher from his head. “Because I’m happy to burn it into you if it didn’t stick.”
You stood then, slipping away from the bar and toward him—because he was the gravity in the room. He always had been.
You placed your hand against his chest, right over the soft orange glow beneath his skin. “Let it go,” you murmured, voice low. “He’s not worth your fire.”
He didn’t move. For a second, you thought he might actually roast the guy anyway. But then he exhaled—and the heat dimmed. Not gone. Never gone. Just redirected.
“All of them,” Jogo muttered, as the man beat a hasty retreat. “Every goddamn time. Like they’ve never seen a spark before.”
You raised a brow. “Is this jealousy I’m sensing?”
“No,” he said. “It’s about nerve. And the fact that I can’t incinerate every idiot who thinks you’re unclaimed.”
“I thought you liked when I got attention.”
“I like when you get attention from me.” He leaned down, his mouth grazing just beside your ear. “I like when you get flustered firefly.”
You swallowed thickly. “Then maybe stop showing up late.”
He squints, giving lip. “I said I’d meet you at 9:30.”
“It’s 9:43.”
“I had to make a sorcerer scream on my way here. Romantic, right?”
You huffed a laugh, leaning into him slightly. “You’ve got a twisted idea of romance.”
“I lit their eyebrows on fire in the shape of a heart,” he deadpanned. “It was symbolic.”
You bit your lip, half-annoyed and half in love. “You’re lucky I like you.”
“No,” Jogo said, his hand finding your waist, his thumb brushing just above your hip. “I’m lucky you see me.”
You blinked. That… was new. Not the heat. Not the teasing. But that crack in the armor.
You looked up at him—truly looked—and his eye was softer now. Still blazing, still intense, but not angry. Just… happy. For you. For all of this.
And for once, he wasn’t rushing to devour. He was just holding it.
The heat between you rose, slow and steady. The world around you melted into a blur of shadows and neon.
“Take me somewhere,” you said quietly. “Somewhere we don’t have to be careful.”
His mouth curved into something crooked and fond. “I know just the place.”
You left together, the bar sighing in relief behind you.
URAUME
The temperature dropped.
Not drastically. Not instantly. Just enough to notice. A whisper of wind that didn’t belong, the kind that made the hairs on your arms stand up. The kind that said you were no longer alone.
The sorcerer didn’t seem to feel it right away.
But you did.
A presence behind you—cold, smooth, patient. And furious.
“I believe,” came the voice—sharp and dangerous like cracked glass, “you were just leaving.”
The sorcerer blinked. Looked over your shoulder. And paled.
Uraume stood there, expression unreadable, eyes calm in that way that meant someone was seconds from dying. Their posture was immaculate, hands folded neatly at their sides, as if they were politely waiting for the trash to take itself out.
“I—I didn’t know they were—”
Uraume didn’t even look at you. Their eyes stayed locked on the sorcerer like they were mentally calculating the cleanest way to unspool his insides. “You didn’t ask. You assumed. That’s worse.”
The guy raised his hands, backpedaling. “Look, I didn’t mean anything by it. We were just talking—”
“Don’t insult my intelligence,” they snapped. “You weren’t talking. You were pawing.”
You stood slowly, stepping aside just enough to give them room. Uraume brushed past you, never touching, but their presence grazed your skin like frostbite.
“I suggest you go,” they continued, “before I forget I’m trying to stay unnoticed tonight.”
The sorcerer went. Fast. You didn’t even watch. You were already watching them.
Uraume didn’t speak right away. They exhaled, slow and controlled, eyes flicking to your drink. “You let him talk to you for too long.”
You arched a brow. “I didn’t let him. I just didn’t care enough to vaporize him.”
“That is not a standard I approve of.”
You smirked. “What, jealous?”
They finally looked at you. Their eyes were like twin daggers—sharp, discerning, and cold enough to freeze fire.
“I am territorial,” they said flatly. “There’s a difference.”
You moved a little closer, just to test the waters. “So dramatic.”
They didn’t step back.
“If I am,” they murmured, “you made me that way.”
You studied them—perfect posture, expression carved out of ice, yet beneath it all… the tension in their jaw. The flare of cursed energy still humming under the surface. They hated being in public. Hated being seen with you in vulnerable moments. But they were here anyway.
“You could’ve just frozen his mouth shut,” you offered. “Quick. Clean.”
“I considered it.”
“Didn’t want to waste the energy?”
“I didn’t want to waste time. My time.” Their voice dropped an octave. “I have no patience for insects who forget what they’re beneath.”
Your chest twisted a little. Not fear. Something deeper. You’d never been scared of Uraume.
You were drawn to them. The chill in their presence, the razor-thin line between affection and violence. And how, for all their elegance, they still chose to be seen with you.
“You’re glaring.”
“I am ensuring your safety.”
“I’m capable of—”
“I know,” they interrupted sharply. Then softer: “But tonight is supposed to be for us.”
Silence settled.
You stepped closer, just slightly, enough to feel the temperature dip again. Their eyes stayed locked on yours, cool and steady, you reach and take their hand.
Not for others to see.
Just for you and them.
And that touch? It was the warmest place here.
KIYOTAKA IJICHI
“Ah... excuse me,” came the quiet voice, slightly breathless but clear. “Sorry to interrupt.”
You turned, relief sparking the second you saw him.
Ijichi.
Hair slightly wind-tossed from the night air, suit neat but not perfect. He looked nervous — not because of you, but because of the scene. He hated confrontation. But he’d come anyway.
You offered him a soft smile. “Hey. You’re right on time.”
“Sorry I—uh—had to park a little farther than usual. The... the lot was full.” He hesitated, then gently placed a hand on the back of your chair. Not forceful. Just present.
The other sorcerer glanced between you. “Oh. You two know each other?”
You could practically see Ijichi’s thoughts racing behind his glasses. He didn’t want to make a scene. But he also wasn’t about to leave you sitting here with some guy breathing beer fumes into your face.
So instead of answering the question, he reached out — slow, deliberate — and picked up your glass.
“This yours?” he asked softly.
You nodded. He handed it to you, fingers brushing yours just slightly. Then, in a move so casual you almost missed it, he rested his hand at the small of your back. Light. Barely noticeable. But firm.
You saw the other sorcerer clock it.
Ijichi didn’t say anything. Just looked politely at the man and offered a slight bow of his head. “Apologies. We had plans.”
The tone was extremely civil.
The message was extremely clear.
“Oh,” the sorcerer said, blinking. “Right. Got it.”
He left.
Not immediately. But soon enough that the silence afterward felt like air returning to the room.
Ijichi exhaled.
You glanced at him. “You hate doing that.”
“I really do,” he said. “But I hate watching someone make you uncomfortable more.”
You smiled, touched. “So you decided to... assert yourself by handing me a drink and gently standing too close?”
He flushed faintly. “I thought it would be... diplomatic.”
You leaned in and kissed his cheek. He blinked, eyes wide behind his glasses.
“That was diplomatic,” you teased.
He looked away, flustered but happy. His hand hadn’t moved from your back.
“You didn’t have to come early,” you said gently.
“I wanted to,” he murmured. “I always want to. Just... sometimes takes me a while to get there.”
You laced your fingers through his under the table.
He squeezed back.
And that, you thought, was Ijichi. Quiet, careful, but steady. The kind of warmth that didn’t blaze or chill, but stayed — even when it scared him.
AOI TODO
CLAP.
You blinked.
The guy was suddenly gone.
In his place, Aoi Todo sat across from you, legs spread wide, hands clasped on the table like he’d always been there. Meanwhile, the sorcerer now stood all the way at the bar entrance, blinking in confusion like he’d just been mugged by teleportation.
Todo grinned at you, sharp and wolfish. “Miss me, babe?”
You sighed, but your smile betrayed you. “Show-off.”
He leaned in, elbows braced, his body language screaming this seat is taken and so is the person across from me.
“I sensed,” he said, “that a low-grade cretin was invading my beloved’s personal space. Naturally, I had no choice but to intervene.”
You gave him a long look. “So you swapped seats with him instead of just walking over like a normal person?”
“I am not normal,” Todo said proudly, gesturing at himself. “I am exceptional.”
At the bar, the sorcerer staggered forward. “What the hell just—?!”
Todo raised one massive hand and snapped. “No.”
The man stopped mid-step.
Todo didn’t even look at him. His attention was fully on you, now leaning one arm on the table so he could drop his voice slightly. “Are you alright?”
“I wasn’t in danger,” you said with a smirk. “Just bored.”
Todo leaned closer, eyes flashing. “Then let me entertain you.”
You rolled your eyes — but he took your hand across the table and brought it to his lips, gently. For all his volume, his touch was surprisingly tender when it came to you.
“You’re ridiculous,” you murmured.
“I am,” he said, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “And I am yours. Don’t forget it.”
From behind you, the sorcerer finally found his voice again. “You can’t just teleport people without—!”
CLAP.
He was gone again.
This time, he landed outside the bar. Through the window, you could see him stumble into the sidewalk with a loud “What the—?!”
Todo exhaled with satisfaction and cracked his neck.
“You’re going to get a ban,” you warned.
“They should thank me,” he replied. “I am improving the view.”
You laughed, unable to help it. “Are you jealous?”
“I’m attentive,” Todo corrected. “I know what I have. And I won’t let anyone — anyone — mistake you for unclaimed. You are a person of strength, brilliance, and unmatched taste.” He raised a brow. “After all… you chose me.”
You leaned across the table, brushing your fingers through his bangs just to make him flinch. “Yeah. I did.”
He smirked. “Boogie Woogie wasn’t the only reason I won tonight.”
your volcano-headed partner begrudgingly helps you feel better when you’re sick with something — jogo x m!reader; though it can be read as gn!reader, since no gendered terms are exclusively used, he’s a bit tsundere i would say? • based on a requested ask • w.c: ~400ish
“I don’t feel too well,” you just barely managed to croak out, your voice all weak and raspy.
Jogo cast a look at you, meeting you with a sharp, disapproving huff, although he didn’t dismiss you outright. “Of course you don’t feel well,” he started, “humans rarely ever do! All you do is breathe in filth, overwork them, and then have the audacity to complain once they break down.”
You couldn’t help but laugh at his sudden anger; it was never something you could take so seriously.
“Yeah, but I can’t help it, can I?” you managed to respond with, your whole frame trembling as you forced yourself to sit upright against the cool ground. Your limbs felt heavy and anchoring as you struggled to find balance, but you could now at least look at him properly.
Jogo’s eyes drifted down from across, his one eye narrowing. He could admit that you looked awful—pathetic, even, fragile—and yet, the thought of you getting worse sat poorly with him.
He found himself shuffling closer as a result—
Until at least the heat that radiated from his body could be felt by you, forcing a steady flow of heat right into your very core. Your skin grew flush and your breathing smoothed from strained into something a little more relieved.
“God, that’s great,” you finally said, your eyes drooping into half-lidded contentment.
Jogo, on the other hand, looked increasingly angry, as if he was above your compliments. He only ever did begrudgingly accept from you, and even then, barely.
“Yes, well, your condition is disgusting,” he said. “If you’re troubled by a fever, then you have no choice but to sweat it out.”
You managed a smile despite the ache. “So caring. You seem to know an awful lot about how to make me feel better.”
Jogo just about choked. on his own breath. He inhaled sharply, and steam rose from his head with each sputter. “What?” he asked, his voice strong with annoyance. “Don’t—don’t be ridiculous! I used common sense, not care, to assess your condition,” he kept on insisting, “Why, you insolent little—“
He stopped himself short before correcting his outburst. “Should something as trivial as human sickness be enough to kill you, then it would be disappointing. That’s all,” he insisted, his voice softening before hardening again. “Not because I care.”
“Yeah, well, you’re probably too stubborn to let me die,” you teased him. “I’m the only human you don’t hate, right?”
Jogo’s face scrunched up in irritation, but he didn’t deny a thing. He sat down on the ground by you at last, his shoulder brushing against yours.
“Only because you’re tolerable,” he grumbled out—though he couldn’t quite deny that it was nice to be so needed, so he leaned in closer—fully content to help you through everything, provided you kept a lid on your attitude, that was.
Whoops shit! Forgot to make my official Kinktober 2025 Masterlist until now!
Hey y'all! Welcome to my first public Kinktober collection!! I'm real excited to see how this challenge goes because I came prepped with a LOT of good ideas! And I'm intrigued to see how my goals may shift and change throughout the tides of this month!
Update: Didn't get to complete alluv my prompts during this Kinktober, so consider this my Kinkmas 2025 list as well! :D
Anyway, enough yapping. Here's the list:
Day 1: Roy Mustang x F!Reader
Primary Kink: Heat Play.
Day 2: Sanji x F!Reader
Primary Kink: Dominatrix & Bondage.
Day 3: Himeno x M!Reader
Primary Kink: Forced Orgasm.
Day 4: Lisa Minci x M!Reader
Primary Kink: Age Difference.
Day 5: Harvey Harvington x F!Reader
Primary Kink: Orgasm Edging.
Day 6: Eunmi Harvington x M!Reader
Primary Kink: Chastity Device + Anal Only Usage/Cum Dump.
Day 7: Reze x M!Reader
Primary Kink: Stockings.
Day 8: Yoru x M!Reader
Primary Kink: Cum Eating/Cum Play.
Day 9: Greed x Wrath/King Bradley x F!Reader
Primary Kink: Threesome.
Day 10: Jogo x F!Reader
Primary Kink: Silence/Quiet Play.
Day 11: Paul Atreides x F!Reader
Primary Kink: Wax Play.
Day 12: Original Robot Character x M!Reader
Primary Kink: Robot on Human Sex/Robot Biology.
Day 13: Blackbeard/Kurohige x M!Reader
Primary Kink: Somnophilia.
Day 14: Power x M!Reader
Primary Kink: Musk Kink.
Day 15: Red & White ENA x M!Reader
Primary Kink: Public Sex.
Day 16: Ino Takuma x GN!Reader
Primary Kink: Extreme Dubcon.
Day 17: Nico Robin x M!Reader
Primary Kink: NNN + CBT.
Day 18: Makima x M!Reader
Primary Kink: Alien Genitalia/Futanari/Pegging.
Day 19: Vegapunk Lilith x M!Reader
Primary Kink: Glory Hole.
Day 20: Vegapunk Shaka x GN!Reader
Primary Kink: Rough Sex.
Day 21: Brigadier General Fox x F!Reader
Primary Kink: Aphrodisiac.
Day 22: Maes Hughes x M!Reader
Primary Kink: First Time.
Day 23: Shou Tucker x M!Reader (live action version cause that's the actually hot one)
Primary Kink: Hypnosis.
Day 24: Gracia Hughes x M!Reader
(couldn't find a good gif of her sorry.)
Primary Kink: Vampire on Human Sex.
Day 25: Takaba Fumihiko x F!Reader
Primary Kink: First Time Anal.
Day 26: Nicholas D. Wolfwood x F!Reader
Primary Kink: Thigh-Riding.
Day 27: Paulie x M!Reader
Primary Kink: Dom/sub.
Day 28: Spandam x F!Reader
Primary Kink: Porno Filming.
Day 29: Gojo Satoru x F!Reader
Primary Kink: Shoe Kink/Being Stepped On.
Day 30: Tasque Manager x GN!Reader
Primary Kink: Wire Play/Cybernetics.
Day 31: Rogue x M!Reader
(Ran out of GIF space, sorry. It's Rogue from X-Men.)
Primary Kink: Upside-Down Fucking.
BONUS Day: Reiju Vinsmoke x M!Reader
(Still out of GIF space.)
Primary Kink: Rape Roleplay.
Annnnnd that's everything! Hopefully it all goes according to plan!
HI HI HI 🫶🫶🫶 abt to become your n.1 glazer fr 😼 anyways ,,, pooks ,,, is it alright if i slip by to request some headcannons ??? :>
just thinking of a clingy reader w/ jogo (beloved sewer rat man 🫶) ,,, toge maybe 🤔 there aint much of him tbh ,,, and maybe choso ??? :D hope youre doing good 🙏
- 🫐 anon <3
JJK Boys with a clingy s/o
ft. Jogo, Toge, Choso.
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Jogo 🌋
- Jogo may have a tough and intimidating exterior, but when it comes to his S/O being clingy, he secretly loves it. He finds it endearing and enjoys the constant physical affection.... AS LONG AH YOU DONT TOUCH THE TOP OF HIS HEAD. He doesn't want you to burn. :((
- He's more than happy to carry you around or let you cling onto his arm. Jogo finds it comforting to have you close and knows it makes you feel safe as well. It's also a great distraction from Mahito's bullshit.
- When you're feeling needy, Jogo will happily wrap his arms around you and hold you tightly. He'll bury his face in your hair, breathing in your scent, and cherishing the intimate moments you share. His favorite little human.
- Jogo may not be the best at expressing his emotions Infront of the other curses, but he'll show his love in private. He'll often surprise you with small gifts or take you to places he knows you'll enjoy. Curse free, in order to avoid any fights.
Toge Inumaki 🔊
- Toge is a naturally affectionate person with his lover, so he adores it when you're clingy. He loves the physical closeness and the feeling of being wanted by someone like you. Someone so verbal and needy.
- He'll gladly wrap his arms around you and hold you tight, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. Toge enjoys the intimacy and the warmth that comes with being close to you.
- Toge will often surprise you with back hugs or sneak up behind you to plant soft kisses on your cheek or forehead. He loves showering you with affection and making you feel cherished.
- When you're feeling clingy, Toge will never push you away. Instead, he'll encourage it and reciprocate by hugging you tighter, letting you know that he's there for you. Even Infront of his classmates! 🦾
Choso 🩸
- While Choso may not be clingy himself, he appreciates your clinginess towards him. It reassures him of your affection and provides him with a sense of security.
- Choso doesn't express his emotions through words very well, but he tries. If words don't work out, he'll show his love by always being available for you two to either talk or spend time with each other. He'll make time for you and prioritize your needs, offering a listening ear whenever you need to talk, giving his own advice in the process.
- When you're feeling clingy, Choso will understand your desire for physical closeness. He'll let you cuddle up to him, resting your head on his chest while he strokes your hair gently.
- Choso's presence alone is comforting, and he'll make sure to make you feel loved and appreciated. He may not say I love you much, but his actions will speak volumes. The only reason he doesn't say it much is because he's still a bit traumatized by losing his younger brothers. Poor baby just doesn't want to lose the love of his life. Maybe down the road you too will be a lot more... y'know.
DUNNO WHY BUT I LIKE TO IMAGINE JOGO’S HEAD BIOLENTLY EXPLODING WITH HEART SHAPED LAVA WHEN YOU FIRST KISS HIM ON THE LIPS OUT OF THE BLUE WITH NO WARNING OR PREPARATIOB
IT DOES- you ever seen those meme of jjk,
“Born to Shojo forced to Shonen.”
That’s Jogo 😭 hes the true protagonist of the Shojo and that’s why everyone wants to get grabby grabby and softy with him 🥹
Everyone looking at his interactions with Gojo, Sukuna & Nanamin saying “He should be me!”
Nono~ I’m should be Gojo 😭 let me grab and hold your head so i can violently pull you in just to kiss you 💞
Let me tell you you’re strong and should be proud 😩 let me spoil you and kiss and smother you so I can see those cute little lava hearts explode 👉👈 maybe drop one on a patch of ice so it’ll cool down and I can keep it forever
Just a quick drawing my arm cramped to early in the morning 😭🥹
