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Hey! So imma start writing again, BUT not here

I made a new blog dedicated to fire force and reblogged all the fire force content I’ve written here over there and I will link them the next time I’m on my computer

But I will start writing fire force fanfic again~

If you want to follow the new blog is @beniji

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But why are these so cute 🥺

Winter AU, my beloved. ❄️

One of my favorite tropes is kid with abnormally huge beast friend.

Also, that Wolf took way longer to draw than Bakugou and I wasn't planning to half ass it. Pretty proud.

Fatgum moment where I draw their sizes inconsistently.

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Jump, and You Will Find Your Wings as You Fall

Faerie Prince!Kita Shinsuke x Wingless Faerie!Reader

Inarizaki Kingdom Faerie AU Masterlist

1. Every Day — Fluff, 2.7k

2. Manual Labor — Fluff, 2k

3. TBA…

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Los cauros

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what’s your weapon of choice? 🗡 prints

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Dem-

best friends bro osamu playing with the silver chain in his mouth, gets instant boned when u pull it out with your index finger cause “i paid a lot for that samu”

what if samu gets us a silver anklet just cause he had a wet dream where he could hear it jingle when he held your calf over his shoulder as he 🤜🤜🤜🤜 into us

[for more best friend’s brother content!]

MINORS DNI

He does it without thinking, truly, fiddling with the chain when gets bored, anxious, or when he focuses. Always beginning with a finger that loops and unloops the silver, tugging on it, letting go, until he brings it to his mouth without thinking, subconsciously enjoying how the cold metal feels against his lips as he leans against the counter by where Atsumu and you eat the meal he's just made, the plate of food cooling in front of him, though he's looking at his phone.

Osamu doesn't see when your attention flits up to him, watching him rest the chain in the seam of his mouth as he continues to scroll through his phone. It's rare to see him focused like such, brows knit, his cap on backwards tonight after having helped finish up orders in the back, wanting his hair pushed away from his forehead.

You tilt your head and Atsumu continues to eat beside you, none the wiser to how occupied his brother seems to be. But only when you reach forward, the tip of your finger hooking into the portion of chain closest to the corner of his mouth, does Osamu look up, letting you tug the silver from his lips.

"I paid a lot for that," you say by way of explanation, leaning back in your seat to eat once more.

And you must not know the effect you have on him, you must not understand how the simplest of touches from you do awful things to him—they make his cheeks flush, make his heart beat a little faster, make his dick push against the seam of his pants.

They make him wonder if the same ever happens to you.

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I wanted to go to sleep- if I have “weird” dreams, I’m fully blaming you

samu carrying bags of rice shirtless into the back of the restaurant on a hot summer's day...sweaty chest and pecs...silver chain glinting in the sunlight...catches us drooling at the sight...

samu holding the chain between his teeth while he grips the headboard as he humps into his pillow with your name barely tumbling through his gritted teeth

MINORS DNI

You’re sitting on a stool in the back when Osamu comes in with Atsumu, Kita following shortly behind as they carry heavy sacks of rice into the restaurant. The documents in front of you—invoices, bank statements, profit numbers—are settled in neat piles, numbers penned in black ink on a separate notepad. You’d insisted on helping them with the more laborious tasks, but it’d been Osamu to say ‘Don’t worry about it.’

Instead, he’d asked if you’d be willing to double check some numbers for him in the meantime; he gave you access to his office, pointed you to the correct documents, before leaving you alone to work. Though, he hadn’t closed the door. It’s why you’re able to see him come and go down the hallway, without a shirt. He must’ve gotten too hot.

You continue the work, a calculator in one hand while the other writes, when Osamu finally returns once finishing with the rice.

“Any stupid mistakes you found?”

His sudden question startles you, the rolling chair creaking when you straighten, just as quickly returning to your unaffected demeanor while he walks closer.

“Just a couple,” you tell him, circling a particular number on your notepad. You lean back in the chair, placing your undivided attention on him—he’s sweating, his breathing a bit labored, dark hair pushed back from his brow. Osamu leans his forearms against the desk from the opposite side, the same place you’d stood to apologize only a week or so ago.

He takes a copy of a document you’d marked up, flipping it to face him. “Figured that might be the case. I did this all late at night—could barely keep my eyes open.”

You look at him as he studies the paper, but your eyes catch at his throat, on the silver chain you’d given him last year for his birthday to match his brother’s gold one.

The words are leaving your tongue before you think better. “I didn’t know you still wore that.”

Osamu peers up, chain shifting with the movement when he places the copy back on the desk.

“Wore what?” he asks

“The—” you gesture toward your own neck with a curved hand.

He laughs a bit at that, and it’s odd to hear him do so when in your presence. It’s odd, it’s different, but it’s not unwelcome. And maybe you’re loathe to admit it but…you always did wonder if he ever wore it or if he had tucked it into drawer.

Osamu doesn’t tell you that he hasn’t taken it off since you gifted it to him unless it was to clean it. He doesn’t tell you that, despite your scuffles and disagreements and arguing, he likes having the cold metal be warmed by his skin. He likes the reminder that it’s from you.

He doesn’t say how he thinks about your fingers catching in the chain; almost embarrassed over how hard he had came when he’d held it between his teeth while he fucked his pillow; how he wants to lick and kiss and suck on your pussy until you have to tug on that little chain to get his attention because it’s too much.

Osamu tells you, instead, “Why wouldn’t I wear it?”

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Dem- plz, more of this! PLZ

samu carrying bags of rice shirtless into the back of the restaurant on a hot summer's day...sweaty chest and pecs...silver chain glinting in the sunlight...catches us drooling at the sight...

samu holding the chain between his teeth while he grips the headboard as he humps into his pillow with your name barely tumbling through his gritted teeth

MINORS DNI

You’re sitting on a stool in the back when Osamu comes in with Atsumu, Kita following shortly behind as they carry heavy sacks of rice into the restaurant. The documents in front of you—invoices, bank statements, profit numbers—are settled in neat piles, numbers penned in black ink on a separate notepad. You’d insisted on helping them with the more laborious tasks, but it’d been Osamu to say ‘Don’t worry about it.’

Instead, he’d asked if you’d be willing to double check some numbers for him in the meantime; he gave you access to his office, pointed you to the correct documents, before leaving you alone to work. Though, he hadn’t closed the door. It’s why you’re able to see him come and go down the hallway, without a shirt. He must’ve gotten too hot.

You continue the work, a calculator in one hand while the other writes, when Osamu finally returns once finishing with the rice.

“Any stupid mistakes you found?”

His sudden question startles you, the rolling chair creaking when you straighten, just as quickly returning to your unaffected demeanor while he walks closer.

“Just a couple,” you tell him, circling a particular number on your notepad. You lean back in the chair, placing your undivided attention on him—he’s sweating, his breathing a bit labored, dark hair pushed back from his brow. Osamu leans his forearms against the desk from the opposite side, the same place you’d stood to apologize only a week or so ago.

He takes a copy of a document you’d marked up, flipping it to face him. “Figured that might be the case. I did this all late at night—could barely keep my eyes open.”

You look at him as he studies the paper, but your eyes catch at his throat, on the silver chain you’d given him last year for his birthday to match his brother’s gold one.

The words are leaving your tongue before you think better. “I didn’t know you still wore that.”

Osamu peers up, chain shifting with the movement when he places the copy back on the desk.

“Wore what?” he asks

“The—” you gesture toward your own neck with a curved hand.

He laughs a bit at that, and it’s odd to hear him do so when in your presence. It’s odd, it’s different, but it’s not unwelcome. And maybe you’re loathe to admit it but…you always did wonder if he ever wore it or if he had tucked it into drawer.

Osamu doesn’t tell you that he hasn’t taken it off since you gifted it to him unless it was to clean it. He doesn’t tell you that, despite your scuffles and disagreements and arguing, he likes having the cold metal be warmed by his skin. He likes the reminder that it’s from you.

He doesn’t say how he thinks about your fingers catching in the chain; almost embarrassed over how hard he had came when he’d held it between his teeth while he fucked his pillow; how he wants to lick and kiss and suck on your pussy until you have to tug on that little chain to get his attention because it’s too much.

Osamu tells you, instead, “Why wouldn’t I wear it?”

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Uncle Omi 🥺

kiyoomi hating the nickname "omi" but he gets used to it because it's obvious the team isn't going to stop. he doesn't even like it when atsumu calls him it. he doesn't enjoy it until his little niece (osamu's daughter) calls him "uncle omi" and then he decided its a good nickname for him

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THIS POST

It got me thinking about a fic where Osamu, like it’s a little angsty and he’s like avoiding the reader because his feelings and he’s like “can I be selfish, just this once?” And if we say yes he just grabs our face and kisses us

you wound me

(cue the silent sobbing)

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OIKAWA, hinata, sugawara, BOKUTO, ATSUMU, terushima, daichi, asahi, KUROO, konoha, ARAN, osamu, iwaizumi

this is the first thing i wanted to post after being inactive🤭

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Kenma understands what it’s like to be talked over and interrupted. Especially in a large group, he knows what it’s like to be ignored because people can’t hear him or think his opinion is irrelevant. It had never bothered him because it would take more of his energy to keep talking anyway. But when it comes to you, he finds it unacceptable.

Kenma was half-listening to you talking about a recent experience, but he didn’t fail to notice how you stopped midway and gradually lower the volume of your voice. Someone in the group changed the subject while you were still speaking. When he realizes you’ve been purposefully ignored, he can’t help but abandon the game he’s almost finished with and devote his full attention to you.

One glance at your glum expression, had him putting down his phone, turning to face you, and in a gentle voice coaxes you to, “Continue. What were you saying?”

Just seeing your face light up made him completely invested in your story. He honestly wouldn’t mind ignoring the group conversation for you – never wanting to participate in it in the first place – as he finds what you’re saying more interesting. Eventually, Kenma would excuse you both to pull you in a quiet place so he could listen to you “better”. Your voice is his favorite thing, and making sure you feel heard has always been his number one priority. 

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KALE'S 100 (100+) FOLLOWERS EVENT

DATES, MEET CUTES, AND GOODBYES a happy ever after, the start of something new, or the end of 'us' rules and how to enter : you'll need to send ♡ a color ♡ a number 1-3 ♡ a season ♡ a number 1-5 ♡ a series that i write for danganronpa, haikyuu, my hero academia, obey me!, and marvel ♡ some fun facts about yourself ♡ you can either chose a character or be match with one ♡ a name, gender, and preference what you'll receive : who you went one date with/met/broke up with, where it happened, what happened, and why it ended the way it did. an example - here the actual ones will be more pretty and thought threw <3 reblogs are greatly appreciated and please be patient anyone is allowed to join, followers are priority though!! tagging mutuals - no pressure!! @welcome-to-this @iwaslover @semi-semiisbae @rinnienova @public-vice @osqivia @tender-rosiey @himbofan @coff33notforme @noayuusukki @aowrites @splitontendo @animated-moon @sdrweb @lazykunimi @shinjume @culpzome @skullstarz @fluffymiyaa @midoriima @darthferbert @temenug @sweetdreamlandstuff @robberie @sunat2508 @scibs @taeyamayang

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the fruit that i wish would turn orange soon is bathed in your light 🍊

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I sob 🥹

This is Katsuki and the reader after a mission gone wrong when she thought she lost him ((it’s sad and cute 🥺))

I will sob🥲

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Hi! So your post about Bakugo going to Starbucks and remembering your order popped into my head and it got me thinking (not plot wise)

So I’m a Barista, technically at a Starbucks- we love a certain book store with a Starbucks in them (I could rant about the confusion so imma skip that part) and honestly I hate people with long complicated orders (not if you have an allergy) because sometimes it just adds extra steps that don’t make the drink any better

BUT I do love when one person from a couple orders for both of them- like just the idea of someone knowing the other so well that they can just order for them-

Ugh, especially if it’s someone like Bakugo who everyone thinks is so selfish-

Omg Bakugou coming in and ordering for both of you so you don’t even need to say a word, and he always asks if you want a pastry or sandwich or anything else just to make sure🥺💕

Or you’re somewhere in the bookstore checking out books, and he goes to the Starbucks to grab you a drink while you’re picking out whatever you want to buy😭

And sometimes he’ll just sit in the cafe area with the drinks until you’re ready because he’s happy that you’re happy.

Or if you’re taking too long and he’s bored of waiting for you he’ll go to find you, handing you your drink and wrapping and arm around you as he asks what you’ve found.

I just love him okay😭🥺💕