#komi san packs

[llocket]

✧ 　komi graphics⠀

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shes so cuteee!! i dont know anything abt her but i do like these!! :)

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[mahgi]

Oioi Mah, sou eu de novo 😅

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[sh-igaraki]

[pfpanimes]

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[kolyasz]

[mikanlardyclinic]

Komi's mom doesn't realize how full Komi's stomach is and keeps bringing her more food while she's barely holding in all of it inside her

"bwwwoooourp... Ahh.. Wheeeze.. M..muuum...m.."

Face coated in foodstains and grease komi-san barely kept herself awake she was pampered in class she was pampered back home.. Her tears could probably be confused with sweat.. Her poor tummy pale but also blood red stretchmarks coating it as her skin goes to its limits.. But still unable to stoo herself..

"my shouko you are really hungry today.. Did your friends not take you out for lunch today?.."

"n..nuuh....ahh... Wheeeze.. G..ghu.." out of breath and unable to continue komi grabbed more food infront of her shoving it past her lips in pain.. If there was food infront of her she to eat it.. She didn't want to be rude and make others waste food because she just couldn't shove it down her packed tummy..

"ahh i see you poor thing.. I'll bring more so you can go to bed satisfied shouko!"

She tried swinging her flabby face from side to side to say no but she lacked the strenght to actually move that much.. So only wet plaps of her chins slapping against each other were heard as her gut begged for mercy and komi was unable to stop..

[flyingwargle]

the locker room after practice is always chaotic. athletes rummage through their bags for toiletries and towels, steam escapes from the shower room, and water is splashed everywhere. atsumu often waits until the initial rush is finished, passing time by checking his phone. it’s not like he’s embarrassed or bashful – it’s just quieter, something sakusa noticed, and atsumu simply followed suit.

“any plans for the weekend, tsum-tsum?” bokuto asks, a towel wrapped around his waist as he pulls a clean shirt on.

“ma is visitin’, so ‘samu is comin’ fer lunch. not sure if omi wants ta do anythin’.” they usually spend sundays together to train, go into town, or help each other with chores. “what ‘bout ya?”

“my old high school friends are visiting, so i’m taking them around! any recommendations?”

hinata joins them. “ooh, you have to bring them to onigiri miya! i bet osamu-san will be happy to serve them!”

“ya took the words outta my mouth, shoyo,” atsumu laughs. “maybe also that izakaya we go ta a lot? beer’s decent an’ the yakitori is ta die fer.”

“already planned for that! komi-yan wants to see some shrines, and washio wants to go shopping. he needs new clothes, or something.”

at the mention of ejp’s middle blocker, atsumu perks up. “oh, if he’s in town, then momo-kun might be, too. it’s ‘bout time he visits omi, anyway.”

“where is omi-san?” hinata asks, looking around. most of their teammates have already left.

“sakusa left a while ago,” inunaki tells them as he walks by. “he looked like he was in a rush."

atsumu grabs his toiletries and towel. “probably ta see momo-kun. see ya next week, wan-san.”

by the time he finishes his shower, hinata and bokuto are heading out. atsumu hums as he dries his hair, goes through his routine. he pulls on a sweater and zips his team jacket, slipping his phone into his pocket, about to pack his bag when he notices his missing water bottle. it’s probably in the gym, so he pivots to head to the court–

 –when he hears noise. not just any noise, but- footsteps? shoes sliding across the floor, some sort of movement, and…clothes whipping around? atsumu inches closer, peers around the corner. he hides his gasp behind his hand.

it’s sakusa. dancing.

the way he moves remind atsumu of the dancing shorts that cross his feed on occasion – clean footwork, impeccable body control, and arms moving with the beat. each action tells a story, echoes the lyric that pulses through his earphones, perfectly choreographed – or is he freestyling?

it doesn’t matter. atsumu watches, enraptured, as sakusa dances without a care in the world, shoes squeaking with each step, arms sweeping outwards, hips moving to the rhythm. he spins on his toes, jacket billowing around him. he poses, a hand on his hip, the other arm in the air. he raises his head and–

oh. atsumu forgot to hide. he steps out from behind the wall. “hey, omi. i…forgot my water bottle.” it’s on the bench beside sakusa’s bag. “i’ll just…grab it.”

sakusa doesn’t say anything, just takes his earphones out. he walks toward him, reaches into his bag to pause the music. atsumu swipes his bottle, eyes lingering on him. “so…”

“just say it.”

it’s kind of unfair how he isn’t breathless after dancing for god knows how long after a full practice session. “how long have ya been dancin’ fer?”

“since i was a kid.” sakusa sits on the bench. “my mom signed me up for ballroom dancing, but i’d sneak out to join the hip hop class next door. she never noticed because our driver would pick me up, and he never went inside.”

“oh.” atsumu forgets how rich sakusa really is, sometimes. like, really, who has a driver?

“i stopped because of volleyball, but sometimes at night, when no one was home, i’d…dance.” sakusa shrugs. “i still follow video tutorials and practice casually. i found out no one cleans the gym until later, so i’ve been using the court after practice.”

“omi.” realization dawns on him. “ya’d be an absolute beast on the dance floor.”

“that’s precisely why i don’t dance in public.”

“just imagine the look on bokkun’s face if he saw ya! or shoyo, he’s got good moves too, but he ain’t got nothin’ on ya. wow.” atsumu’s heart stutters, suddenly breathless. “omi, yer amazin’.”

his brow crinkles. “thanks?”

“ya needa learn how ta take a compliment. hey.” atsumu offers him a hand. “i always wanted ta ask ta dance with ya, but ya always said the floor’s too crowded an’ all…so how ‘bout now? it’s just us?”

sakusa’s cheeks flush red. he hides beneath his collar. “i…don’t really do well dancing with others.”

“s’all right. i ain’t a pro, so we can just enjoy some good music together. ya can even pick a song ya like dancin’ ta, if it helps.”

“i…okay.” sakusa takes his phone out. once he made his choice, he sanitizes an earphone to give to atsumu, then takes his hand to head to the court. “don’t you dare make fun of my taste in music.”

“i don’t make fun ya, omi. not on purpose, anyway.”

sakusa rolls his eyes, taking a step away as the music builds. atsumu recognizes it immediately. “i never thought ya’d listen ta one direction.”

“shut. up.”

“no need ta be shy, omi. it’s just us.” atsumu starts to move, swaying his hips with the beat, tossing his head with a grin. “show me what yer dance is ‘bout.”

sakusa’s scowl is deep but lessens with each step. it’s less hip hop and more contemporary to match the gentler beat, feet moving across the floor. he moves closer, rests a cautious hand over atsumu’s hip. their eyes meet, chorus echoing in their ears. sakusa gives a gentle push, and atsumu steps backward, guided into a spin. sakusa catches his hands, stretches his arms to the side, then together, pushing off his palms to dance away, and atsumu pivots to face him, holds his arm in his direction. sakusa grasps it, draws him closer, guides him forward with his hands on his hips. their eyes meet, heavy breaths intertwined as one.

at the song’s end, sakusa brings atsumu toward him, an arm draped over his lower back, hand pressed against his cheek. the last note fades. “they don’t know about us,” sakusa sings breathlessly. atsumu loses himself in his gaze. “i always…i used to dance to this while thinking about you, and now, you’re here.”

the late night calls. the text messages stretched across prefectures. the video calls and scattered visits until finally, finally, they were reunited. “yer here, too,” atsumu whispers. “an’ we ain’t goin’ anywhere.”

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i was inspired to write dancer omi after watching shorts from vik white <3 i wasn't referencing any short in particular, but i imagine his style to be similar!

[wrecking-man]

Komi-san Can't Adventure Chapter 47 - A Touching, and a Reunion

Click here to read the full chapter on AO3.

A year and nearly a month in the making, I finally finished chapter 47. 16k words are packed into this one. Which is about 38 pages.

Two hours passed.

Over the course of those two hours, Komi basked in the company of the many friends she had made over the past few months.

...You know, once they were finally able to find her.

Okabe and his Doomsday Party had already left the shrine before then to go make their own preparations ahead of returning to the Kingdom of Marvel, so for a short while it was just Komi and all 22 of her friends (plus Tony) moving as one cohesive unit.

They were one big huddled mass of friendship, with Komi naturally finding herself dead in the center of them as if they were a giant slime monster and she was its nucleus.

After praying and receiving their fortunes, most of Komi’s friends eventually peeled off from the group one after another to attend to their own separate matters. Nakanaka and Yamai, however, remained steadfast at Komi’s side from the moment they had laid eyes on her.

Rei stayed with her ‘mom’ Komi as well. As did Tadano and Najimi... But those two go without saying, do they not?

As would be expected, Nakanaka’s state of health was quickly discovered.

By this point, she was—embarrassingly enough—leaning into Yamai’s side for support while they walked... (Purely for medical reasons, of course!)

There was no longer any chance of keeping her condition concealed.

Thinking fast, Yamai had quickly spun up a believable enough excuse as to what happened:

“I-It’s just food poisoning!”

She could not help but laugh anxiously after saying such an absurdity, knowing full well just how flimsy that cover story was.

“I-it’s n- ...nnnghh!” Nakanaka said in knee-jerk fashion, finding that lie to be more than just a little insulting. She looked away while growling under her breath after catching herself.

She tightly clenched her teeth together to keep from contradicting her girlfriend. Annoying as it was, she could only bear with it for now, because what else could she say that it was...? Only the truth came to mind.

As a small bit of revenge, she pinched Yamai’s side... This only made Yamai laugh again, however, even though it did hurt quite a bit for a few seconds.

The explanation Yamai provided was bullshit, but... Komi believed it.

After all, why would her friends lie to her?

The two lovers naturally felt guilty about deceiving Komi like this, but the reality of their situation was far too embarrassing for them to disclose. Especially since disclosing that would also require disclosing the true nature of their relationship.

That was something they could not abide!

Yamai was resolutely against revealing it to Komi.

And for damn sure not to Tadano!

Yamai stared daggers at him. Her reaction to his mere presence was more than enough to mask her otherwise giddy and flustered state.

She feared that he would figure out the truth on his own if given the opportunity.

From her perspective, his ability to read people was ‘creepy’... It was far too accurate! It was as if he could literally read their hearts and minds at times.

One step too close to either of them and he might well unravel their entire web of lies and deceit, and then ‘get a little too comfortable’ with Komi!

Yamai growled under her breath in his direction at the thought of it. Just because she was now in a relationship with Nakanaka, that didn’t mean that her goddess was suddenly fair game!

That sentiment rang true for Nakanaka as well, albeit to a lesser degree—she was much more passive in her disapproval.

After all, she could already tell it was a foregone conclusion. And if it was going to happen eventually, why bother fighting it at all? Doing so would only serve to put a strain on her and Komi’s friendship, and she would much rather die than let something like that happen.

Just as well, regardless of her own personal feelings on the matter—mongrel or not—she knew that there were far worse people in the world than Tadano who could be standing alongside her sworn ally.

It annoyed her to admit it, but at the very least, she knew that he could be trusted. Better him than somebody else...

Still, she scowled at Tadano whenever he happened to glance in their direction for more than a second or two.

Begrudgingly allowing him near Komi was one thing, but him staring at her and Yamai was another matter entirely! It was embarrassing enough already doing this awkward half-sideways hug while walking! She didn’t need an audience on top of that! (This sucked!)

...

For a while now, as they traveled, Tadano had noticed something strange about those two.

...You know, aside from the usual things.

It was the odd way in which mana gathered and dispersed around them like a swirling vortex of mist.

He was more than just a little curious about it, but upon sensing their hostility... He decided to just ignore all that and avoid eye contact with them as much as possible for the rest of their trek.

They were on foot, following Komi’s lead to her grandmother’s home, as that was where her parents and brother were currently holed up.

She felt it only right to inform them of her plans before departing for the so-called Land of Enchantments.

She could have done so by phone, just as Tadano had done with his family, but that would not have sat well with her. It felt too impersonal. And in truth, she also wanted to be doted on just a little bit more before leaving.

Before long, the six of them made it all the way to Komi Yuiko’s lavish, yet traditional home.

They were just a few meters away from reaching the door when Komi suddenly got cold feet and stopped in her tracks.

She wanted to invite her friends inside—really, she did!—but when the time finally came, the prospect of actually doing so made her eyes go wide in shock, and she started trembling in fear.

In her eagerness to get things moving, Komi had all but forgotten about her grandmother’s rather intense personality. She didn’t know what to expect should her grandmother come face to face with her friends here—most of all, Tadano.

Her grandmother had reacted quite negatively when she found his name at the top of her phone’s contacts list before... Remembering this made Komi tremble yet again.

She stood there for what, to her, felt like several minutes with her heart pounding loudly in her ears as she tried to decide what to do.

The clock was ticking. Between fight or flight, what should she choose?

...Well, being more realistic about it, what choice did she really even have in the matter? She had already delivered her friends all the way up to her grandmother’s doorstep, hadn’t she? What was she going to do, turn around now and just tell them to leave?

No! She could never do something like that! That would be rude!

And even setting that point aside, the more she thought about it, the more she realized she had truly locked herself into inviting them in for one reason if not another.

Nakanaka needed to rest.

Komi suddenly felt guilty, having not even considered the option of hiring a carriage for the lot of them.

Poor Nakanaka had been forced to walk all the way there—assisted by her ‘rival’, no less.

In Komi’s defense, her grandmother’s home wasn’t terribly far from the shrine, and there were no carriages in sight... but she probably still could have called one up or something, right? Why didn’t she think of that before?

...

Okay, well it’s more like Tadano could have called one for them in her stead... But still! The point remained.

It pained Komi to think how humiliating this all must be for Nakanaka to endure. It was already bad enough that she had food poisoning!

Komi shook her head to snap herself out of her spiraling negative thoughts... Or more like she shook the entire upper half of her body, with her hands raised up in front of her chest and balled up into loose fists.

It was much too late to worry about such things. They were already there, and they were going to go inside. That’s all there was to it. She just needed to steel herself for it first.

Of course, that was the hardest part.

Click here to read the full chapter on AO3.

[ao3feed-skullgirls]

Futa Ladies Fucking Males Q&A

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/TRGguOL

by SoupTasteNice

An askbox fic dedicated to ladies that are packing an extra something and how they use it to dominate males.

Words: 210, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga), Naruto, 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Manga), Persona Series, Pocket Monsters | Pokemon - All Media Types, SPY x FAMILY (Manga), Fairy Tail, One Piece (Anime & Manga), Dragon Ball, Chainsaw Man (Manga), Marvel, ワンパンマン | One-Punch Man, Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan, Street Fighter, Fatal Fury, 古見さんはコミュ症です。 | Komi-san wa Komyushou Desu | Miss Komi Can't Communicate (Manga), 宇崎ちゃんは遊びたい! | Uzaki-chan wa Asobitai! (Manga), Guilty Gear (Video Games), BlazBlue Series (Video Games), DCU, Neon Genesis Evangelion, Skullgirls (Video Game), Bleach (Anime & Manga), Fire Emblem Series

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Rape/Non-Con, Underage

Categories: F/M

Additional Tags: Futanari, Malesub, Futadom, Crossover, Askbox Fic, Fluff and Smut, Explicit Sexual Content, Shotacon, Lolicon, Fill my inbox with your suggestions, Rough Sex, NSFW, Crossdressing, Large Cock, Large Breasts, Large Ass, Degradation, Mind Break, Multiple Crossovers, Multiple Pairings

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[g-gattinhes]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⊹ ֹ ִ 𓇼 ֹ ָ֢ ֹ 🌨 ֹ ִ ຯ . .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⊹ ֹ ִ 𓇼 ֹ ָ֢ ֹ ⛄ ֹ ִ ຯ . .

[vg-k]

𝘒𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘬𝘰- 𝘞𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘱𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴

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[idateluffy]

﹟ 🍳 彼女は天使のように見えます ৴ komi shouko ˃ᴗ˂ ! ♡ like/reblog if save . . .

[xiaotails]

## KOMI-SAN 🍥 LAYOUTS !¡

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[kiwicidios]

𓂃 komi . . . ࣪˖ my little pretty girl ›

[lawc4tboy]

★ 🧁 メ ✭ >-< .♡ 🧷

[is2power]

I think w-that... I l-love you ~

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