okay so it's been a VERY long time since my last post, like actual written post. my last one was about writing on a different blog that's now just a sims blog lol
but I am happy to say that I will be writing again, on here as well. I know it's been about 3/4 years but I miss it.
and with certain series now either ending or ended, I feels it's only time to write about them.
Please look forward to more of my writing and thank you for reading this, bloops~
in the years I've been away, I've gotten a job (the one I had when I first started going m.i.a), I started dating- and eventually got married, and moved out of my parents hosue- and actually moved twice.
so a lot has happened in the about 2/3 years I've been gone. hehe
okay so it's been a VERY long time since my last post, like actual written post. my last one was about writing on a different blog that's now just a sims blog lol
but I am happy to say that I will be writing again, on here as well. I know it's been about 3/4 years but I miss it.
and with certain series now either ending or ended, I feels it's only time to write about them.
Please look forward to more of my writing and thank you for reading this, bloops~
I'M THANKFUL TO HIM FOR VOICING SO MANY AMAZING CHARACTERS BUT KUDOS TO HIM FOR BEING THE ONLY SEIYUU TO VOICE BAKUGOU KATSUKI THE LOML<3
(the scene with bakugou's breakdown? Y'all remember that? That scene made me cry so much and all because of the emotions nobuhiko-san was able to portray through his voice)
Summary: your life turns upside down when your grandfather dies followed by the deaths of both of your parents. While dealing with grief you have to learn how to properly live again while also rebuilding your grandfathers old farm. Everything is harder than you thought it would be, but with the help of someone special you learn how to manage through your grief and live a life you never knew you could have.
Rating: mature( if you are under 18 proceed with caution please and dni!)
Pairing: Sebastian x Reader
Trigger Warnings: death, depictions of self harm in different ways, thoughts of suicide, grief, more to be added! Let me know if I missed anything
I made a new blog dedicated to fire force and reblogged all the fire force content Iâve written here over there and I will link them the next time Iâm on my computer
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 âi paid a lot for that samuâ
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 đ€đ€đ€đ€ into us
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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 himâthey 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.
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
Youâre 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 youâinvoices, bank statements, profit numbersâare settled in neat piles, numbers penned in black ink on a separate notepad. Youâd insisted on helping them with the more laborious tasks, but itâd been Osamu to say âDonât worry about it.â
Instead, heâd asked if youâd 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 hadnât closed the door. Itâs why youâre able to see him come and go down the hallway, without a shirt. He mustâve 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.
âAny stupid mistakes you found?â
His sudden question startles you, the rolling chair creaking when you straighten, just as quickly returning to your unaffected demeanor while he walks closer.
âJust a couple,â you tell him, circling a particular number on your notepad. You lean back in the chair, placing your undivided attention on himâheâs 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 youâd stood to apologize only a week or so ago.
He takes a copy of a document youâd marked up, flipping it to face him. âFigured that might be the case. I did this all late at nightâcould barely keep my eyes open.â
You look at him as he studies the paper, but your eyes catch at his throat, on the silver chain youâd given him last year for his birthday to match his brotherâs gold one.
The words are leaving your tongue before you think better. âI didnât know you still wore that.â
Osamu peers up, chain shifting with the movement when he places the copy back on the desk.
âWore what?â he asks
âTheââ you gesture toward your own neck with a curved hand.
He laughs a bit at that, and itâs odd to hear him do so when in your presence. Itâs odd, itâs different, but itâs not unwelcome. And maybe youâre loathe to admit it butâŠyou always did wonder if he ever wore it or if he had tucked it into drawer.
Osamu doesnât tell you that he hasnât taken it off since you gifted it to him unless it was to clean it. He doesnât 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 itâs from you.
He doesnât say how he thinks about your fingers catching in the chain; almost embarrassed over how hard he had came when heâd 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 itâs too much.
Osamu tells you, instead, âWhy wouldnât I wear it?â
Sometimes when he idly plays with the chain, he likes to imagine that itâs your fingers that twist and trace the pretty links; he likes to wonder if youâd kiss the chain, beginning from the low point until you reach where it sits above his collarbone. Would you help smooth it when it gets twisted up in his sleep? Would you hook your forefinger into the chain to tug him closer for a kiss? Or would you use it to keep him away from your pretty face? Your pretty, pretty pussy? Would you fist the chain while he practically pants between your legs, keeping his head away from you?
All hypotheticals that Osamu thinks about often but would never tell a singular soul!
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
Youâre 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 youâinvoices, bank statements, profit numbersâare settled in neat piles, numbers penned in black ink on a separate notepad. Youâd insisted on helping them with the more laborious tasks, but itâd been Osamu to say âDonât worry about it.â
Instead, heâd asked if youâd 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 hadnât closed the door. Itâs why youâre able to see him come and go down the hallway, without a shirt. He mustâve 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.
âAny stupid mistakes you found?â
His sudden question startles you, the rolling chair creaking when you straighten, just as quickly returning to your unaffected demeanor while he walks closer.
âJust a couple,â you tell him, circling a particular number on your notepad. You lean back in the chair, placing your undivided attention on himâheâs 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 youâd stood to apologize only a week or so ago.
He takes a copy of a document youâd marked up, flipping it to face him. âFigured that might be the case. I did this all late at nightâcould barely keep my eyes open.â
You look at him as he studies the paper, but your eyes catch at his throat, on the silver chain youâd given him last year for his birthday to match his brotherâs gold one.
The words are leaving your tongue before you think better. âI didnât know you still wore that.â
Osamu peers up, chain shifting with the movement when he places the copy back on the desk.
âWore what?â he asks
âTheââ you gesture toward your own neck with a curved hand.
He laughs a bit at that, and itâs odd to hear him do so when in your presence. Itâs odd, itâs different, but itâs not unwelcome. And maybe youâre loathe to admit it butâŠyou always did wonder if he ever wore it or if he had tucked it into drawer.
Osamu doesnât tell you that he hasnât taken it off since you gifted it to him unless it was to clean it. He doesnât 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 itâs from you.
He doesnât say how he thinks about your fingers catching in the chain; almost embarrassed over how hard he had came when heâd 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 itâs too much.
Osamu tells you, instead, âWhy wouldnât I wear it?â
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
It got me thinking about a fic where Osamu, like itâs a little angsty and heâs like avoiding the reader because his feelings and heâs like âcan I be selfish, just this once?â And if we say yes he just grabs our face and kisses us
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