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Reblog to make the person u reblogged this from comfy n cozy

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Terzo Fanart inspired by “The Crucifixion of the Parlement of Paris” c. 1452

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🎉Happy Birthday Sanji✨✨

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I’m on my knees, begging, pleading, whimpering, giggling, cumming, panting and wholeheartedly simping for this beautiful man.

Sanemi I swear please why is seeing you like this causing my pussy to throb so hard and my ovaries to do acrobatics?!?!

AND HIS SMILE?! HE LOOKS SO DAMN CHEEKY IN ALL THE OFFICIAL ARTS!!! Like he knows how damn sexy he is, how people be grinding the armrest of their sofa..

Ugh, I can’t…

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Sanemi, what I wouldn’t let you do to me, respectfully.

His theme song, his voice actor (Japanese of course), the way he fights and how sexy he looks when slaying demons…hngh!

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February 25th

Sanemi didn’t think he’d ever find someone who’d fully embrace him, or whole heartedly love him just the way he is, let alone cheer him on to be better. He figured that if the first glance anyone took at him didn’t make them run away, his personality would.

Till he met you, of course. You, who embraced his scars, inside and out, who listened to him and was patient even in his vexation. He didn’t realize at first that he’d fallen absolutely and wholeheartedly in love with you. In fact, he only really realized it when he found himself reaching out for you instinctively when he needed a firm guide, or in reality, a shoulder to lean on. He only realized he loved you when he came to terms with the fact that he could no longer live without you.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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kagami taiga x gn!reader

includes: frat boy kagami. taiga is sweet cocky jock bf

notes: old fic reupload

“Hey, gorgeous.” 

“Hey, dork.” 

The jutting out of the redhead’s lip is immediate as he stops mid way leaning down in front of you, one hand on the table and the other on the back of your seat. You smile, pencil pausing on your paper as you look at him. He glares, you gleam, someone drops a book somewhere off in the library. 

“Rude. I was trying to be nice.” And he’s still pouting, still bent down in your space and leaned in front of your face. You note how his cheeks are flushed slightly. 

“Yes and it was cute,” you nod and lean in to kiss the pout away. When you pull back he chases after you, but he’s met with your cheek as you turn your head. “Doesn’t mean it wasn’t dorky, though.” 

Kagami huffs against your cheek, applies a couple sloppy kisses there to retaliate against your remarks, then leans away just enough to grab a chair and pull it next to yours. His hair’s a little wet, hangs stringy in his eyes as he watches you scrub your cheek with a fake grumble. He leans his chin on his hand, lets his free one stay put on the back of your chair. 

“How was practice?” You ask, because that’s how this normally goes. You study and do homework in the library after lecture until Kagami gets out. Then you go back to his frat and help some of them with their homework. 

(Or laundry, for Kuroko. Or hair trims, for Kise. Or object scrounging, for Midorima. Or regimen scheduling, for Aomine. Or—well, you get the picture). 

“Fine. Did another one on one with Aomine.” 

His thumb brushes against your back, traces tiny circles into your spine. It’s a subconscious sort of action, one you expect without knowing that you really do. You lean back in your seat. He splays his hand between your shoulders, runs his fingertips up and down, leaves the warmth of them in his wake. He’s always so warm, in every aspect; it does well to compliment the heat that swirls your stomach whenever he’s around. 

“And how’d that go?” You drop your pencil onto your notebook and reach over to swipe a stray drip of water off the side of his face. He shrugs, momentarily leans into your touch before you pull your hand away to drop it into your lap. 

“Tied. Again,” he frowns, a stupidly adorable kind of thing that makes you want to pinch his cheeks. “Tenth time in a row. Pisses me off.” 

“You’ll get him next time,” you say with a grin, and even as Kagami rolls his eyes a tilt of his own tries his lips. 

“You always say that.” He picks your pencil up, twirls it in his fingers before dropping it into your bag. A signal he’s ready to go. 

“Because I always believe it.” You boop his nose with your finger, inwardly fawning over the way he cutely scrunches it right after, and start to shove the rest of your things into your bag. “Just like how I believe you’re the best player ever. Mr. Hot Shot, you know.” 

A smirk twists up his lips, draws them to the side in a devilish little tilt as he leans in close to you before you have a chance to stand up. Just inches away from you, so close you can’t tell if the heat between you is from his cheeks or yours. Not that it really matters, it’s simply shared like everything else is. Mixed in with the things that make up the two of you. 

“Say that again.” 

“No,” you laugh, placing your hand on his face to shove him away. 

He simply grabs your wrists, bites at your palm and places kisses on it as he mumbles his request over and over and over. And you’re sure everyone in the library is sick of the two of you’s antics by now, probably mentally berating you to get a room; or at least get the fuck out of the library. Honestly, you don’t blame them, but you also can’t say you mind too much either. And surprisingly it’s always Kagami who’s quick to leave before he gets too handsy. 

“Come on , let’s go home. You can tell me how perfect of a player I am there. And rub it in Aomine’s dumb face too,” he announces—glares at the people who try to shush him—and tugs at your wrist to pull you towards the library’s exit. 

And it’s funny, that he uses the term home as if it’s a real place with a cute little fence for just the two of you and not a frat house full of his basketball idiot friends that you technically aren’t supposed to be staying in. It’s innocent, how he says it so freely without any worry for the weight of the phrase, easy smile on his lips and a gentle pull to your hand. 

It makes your chest flutter, makes your stomach twist. 

“Hey, I never said you were perfect,” you correct, waving your finger at him as he takes your bag from you, flinging it over his shoulder before throwing his arm around yours. 

“Yeah, but it was implied,” Kagami waves off, molding you to his side as the two of you begin your trek off inner-campus. “Just admit it, you have the perfect boyfriend.” 

He’s in a mood, that much you’ve gathered from the ten minutes you’ve spent with him already, and you know there’s no arguing with him like this. So you just nod, reach up to hold the hand hanging off your shoulder, and agree. 

“Totally perfect. You’re so right.” 

And as Kagami goes on to tell you about how Kuroko dyed all of his t-shirts pink yesterday in the wash and Midorima got in a fight with Aomine because he broke his lucky item for the day and how the others accidentally flooded the bathroom on the bottom floor so you’ll have to use the one on the second, you think about how the frat house might not be a real home, but that’s fine. 

Because Kagami is. 

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5’3 of sexy

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"Do you understand the violence it took to become this gentle?"

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You ever think about how every time Laios, Senshi and Chilchuck made the dragon breath fire, it burnt away Falin's body a bit more.

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Just wanted to post this here because… you know… we are all studying anatomy it seems 👩🏻‍💻

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Furu-San new illustration

“You can read Haikyuu at school now” says Suga

Tobio and hinata are in grade 6 (~12y old)