#obi Akitaru

[evalynbloom]

I was enjoying the fire force manga and anime few weeks ago. so i made a fanart for my favorite company :3

[aasouthteranoswife]

Where They Like to Cum

A/N: Various characters from different fandoms

Networks: @enchantedforest-network @themovingcastlez

18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT Reblog’s and feedback are appreciated

These men love to cum inside of you has a breeding kink.

TERANO SOUTH(my husband),Benimaru Shinmon, Taiju Shiba(this man wants to get you pregnant),Gojo Satoru, Sukuna, Noritoshi Kamo, Ken Ryuguji, Shinichiro Sano,

He love to cum on your pretty fucked out face

TAKEOMI AKASHI, Hanma Shuji, Terano South, Toji Fushiguro, Ran Haitani, Geto Suguru, Kuroo Tetsuro, Eren Yeager, Kakucho Hitto.

These men think it's hot when shooting his hot cum onto your breasts

Hakkai Shiba, Gojo Satoru, Rindo Haitani, Akitaru Ōbi, Kento Nanami, Levi Ackerman, Kōtarō Bokuto, Manjiro Sano, Wakatoshi Ushijima.

A total ass man shooting his seed onto your plush cheeks.

TAKEMICHI HANAGAKI, Megumi Fushiguro, Daichi Sawamura, Takehisa Hinawa, Kenma Kozume, Lev Haiba, Tetta Kisaki, Wakasa Imaushi.

Taglist 🏷

@goshuke @midiirl @bigmood-myman @dangerlanger25 @jotazinha @bobateasilverpearl @officialholyagua @bubble4u @sucker4pain @suyacho

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[tetsu-no-obi]

Obi formal wear respect post 1

[aztecbrujeria]

Just a reminder…this happens in the manga and will be animated…Obi Jail yes please sign me up call me a jail bird

@nkogneatho

[notfireforce]

Arthur: I don’t believe in the moon, I think it’s the back of the sun.

Hibana, being physically restrained by Obi: JUST LET ME PUNCH HIM ONCE THATS ALL I ASK OF YOU!

[manias-wordcount]

Special Treatment (Takehisa Hinawa, Akitaru Obi)

Kinktober 2024 Day Twenty-Eight: Body Worship

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

Everyone told you that if you had to join one of the Special Fire Force Companies, you avoid eight at all costs.

They were the youngest out of all the Special Companies and always seemed to be caught up in the type of business that would make just about anyone nervous about coming in for work. The type of place that nice girls like you shouldn’t be, apparently.

But when you toured there, everyone was so kind to you. The Captain was attentive as he showed you around the facilities. The Lieutenant answered all your questions and didn’t make you feel bad whenever you felt that you were asking something stupid. You even got along well with the others the younger members of the company too. Watching Shinra and Arthur squabble about the dumbest things made you feel like you feel like you had a set of little brothers who just refused to get along. Tamaki reminded you of yourself when you were younger. Iris was as sweet as can be. And connecting with Maki was like a dream come true since the two of you were only a few years apart. 

So to you, it was no surprise that you ended that tour with an hour-long session of signing and going over paperwork- certifying that they were going to take you on their team in a position best suited their needs and your abilities. And it was no surprise that you were invited back to the Company for a uniform fitting in a couple of days so you’d be ready when you were officially scheduled for your first day. It only seemed natural, after all. But this…?

This was anything but natural.

“Really don’t want to have to hide all this body in such a bulky uniform.” Captain Obi murmured right by your ear. His voice was low- heavier sounding than it was a couple of days ago. It caused an involuntary shiver to run down your spine, and a second later you can hear the deep rumble of his laughter come out just as clearly. Instantly, you feel a burning sensation on your cheeks, instantly signaling how flustered and affected you were by his words. Something you could only hope would go unnoticed by the two men. Not that it mattered much at this point anyway. “How about we just keep you at the office, hmm? Right where it’s safe.”

They had already seen enough of you.

You were just in the middle of changing out of your street clothes in a closet they let you borrow for the time being when Lieutenant Hinawa stepped inside. The back zipper to your dress was stuck and you had just managed to suck in your pride and try to call for Maki when Lieutenant Hinawa came inside to check on you. He seemed empathetic to your plight and how no problem with stepping behind you and attempting to take on the zipper for himself. Though you hardly noticed how much success he made with his attempts before he ended up calling Captain Obi in for backup.

You were too busy focusing on the hand Lieutenant Hinawa had placed on the small of your back, wondering if he could feel just how nervous you were. But luckily, Captain Obi came to your recuse a minute later, strolling in with a smile on his face and laughter on his tongue- reminding you that this was really no big deal. For him, a simple zipper snagged on a piece of fabric was no problem. And so, moments after he arrived your zipper was unstuck and your dress was tumbling to the floor. And suddenly, this was a big deal. A big, embarrassing, mortifyingly huge deal. Because you were now standing practically naked in front of your superiors after only meeting them on a couple of occasions. 

And they weren’t afraid to let you know exactly how it made them feel.

“C-Captain…” You couldn’t help but stutter out your response, not really sure of what to say or how to go about things. Especially considering that you’re a very nice hire to the extremely handsome men standing in the same room as you. At the moment. Captain Obi is still behind you. But the second your dress fell to the floor, you found your backside being pulled into his chest as he slowly rolled his hips into you. You remember gasping as you felt what you could only imagine to be his cock through the fabric of his pants pressed up against you. You remember gasping out again as Captain Obi’s large hands come from behind to cup your boobs above your bra. Squeezing and holding them and cupping them tightly as he groaned out loud about how he knew hiring you was only going to get him in trouble.“I…um…”

But it wasn’t only Captain Obi. Lieutenant Hinawa had taken refuge on the floor, kneeling down in the space in front of you as his hands found their way to your hips, smoothing over your curves you’re made of something precious. The intense reaction from Captain Obi definitely had you growing flustered at first touch. But the longer the Lieutenant would stare at your body, the more you started to shrink under his gaze. The normally unaffected man seemed to be enamored with your now-revealed panties and the dark stain growing on the fabric between your thighs as you struggled to hide just how turned on you were.  

But to Lieutenant Hinawa, that was okay. It just showed how receptive you were to their touch. It just showed that you could follow orders- you could follow their lead. And that you would look absolutely desirable doing it.

“We didn’t sign her up to be the secretary. Her reported skill set states that she belongs on the field,” Lieutenant Hinawa spoke up finally, his voice nonchalant as ever as he leaned in closer to your body while challenging the ideas of his superior. You couldn’t help but let out a soft whine as you watched him press his nose against your panties- directly where you were starting to make a mess of yourself- and take a deep inhale of your scent down there. Through his glasses, you see his eyes practically roll into the back of his head momentarily, before his grip on your body tightens significantly. Almost in an attempt to group himself and regain composure. “Although… I’m not opposed to such a change.”

You let out another soft sound as Lieutenant Hinawa opens his eyes to peer up at you, fingers gravitating lower and lower until they’re dancing along the seams of your panties. At the same time, you felt Captain Obi’s head tuck down by your neck before he pressed his lips to a particularly sensitive spot and started to kiss at it. Almost like encouraging you to think about it. Almost like enabling you to entertain your superior's words. Just for a little while. But the part of you that’s not too occupied with holding back your moans while one of your bosses gropes at your chest and the other has his nose brush shameless against your clit wants to protest. Because secretary is not the job you signed up for. You remember expressly talking to them about how you hope to be of use to people and the team while in the field. You remember being proud of all the experience you could show off on your resume because of just how hard you worked to get there. Just how hard you worked to get here. But now…?

Why does it feel so tempting to just give in to whatever they have to say to you? Why does it feel so tempting to just throw all that hard work away if it means that one of them will finally decide to properly spread your legs and take care of business like their touches promised they would?

“What do you say, sweetheart?” Captain Obi asks, and you can’t help but shiver at the way he all but purrs the new petname he just bestowed upon you. It comes out so smoothly. Without hesitation or falter. It makes you wonder if they’ve done this type of thing to other girls before. But one quick glance at Lieutenant Hinawa sitting on his knees and huffing the scent of your panties while they’re still on you like it’s the most normal yet sacred thing to do in the world has you wanting to believe that you’re the first and only girl they’ve done this to. And if it were up to you? You’d like for it to stay that way. “Sure you don’t want to switch jobs? It’ll make the Lieutenant and I really happy.”

“I… I can handle it…” You try to tell them quietly, head tilting to the side to give Captain Obi more space to switch from kissing to sucking at that particular spot on your neck. But your voice is starting to get as shaky as your legs, and you’re not even sure if you managed to convince yourself that you still want a path for yourself. “I- I can do it…s-sirs…”

Because the action of fighting alongside your comrades and saving lives is a noble one. And it’s always been your dream to save people. To help those in need. But is it really so bad to be spoiled every once and a while? Is it really so bad to don the pencil skirt and work behind a computer for just a little while? You did nearly work yourself ragged trying to get qualified to move from the regular forces to one of the special companies…

“Are you sure, sweetheart? It’s okay to say no.” Captain Obi presses on, voice warm and comforting. He’s making the pitch as a suggestion- not as your boss or authority right now. A suggestion that he and his second-in-command are in on. A suggestion that won’t get you punished if you reject it. But a suggestion that he and his second-in-command would be really, really, really happy if you were to consider. And unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately) for you, it’s working. It’s working really well. Or perhaps the answer now dancing on your lips has more to do with the fact that Captain’s Obi fingers are starting to slip beneath your bra, subtly showing just how much he’s itching to take it off of you at the first chance he gets. A chance that you can have every day if you. A chance that you can have if you just say yes. “Your captain and Lieutenant here have no problem taking care of you if that’s what you really want.”

Is that what you really want? You think so. No, actually- you know so at this point. You know you want it. You know you do. And they know you want it too. Why else would Captain Obi be cooing at your so softly as you rock your hips into Lieutenant Hinawa’s open mouth as he lips and sucks on the spot where your clit is right over your panties. Why else would Lieutenant Hinawa be offering to give you a proper demonstration so long as you get dressed long enough (given your promise to let him keep your panties in his pocket) for you to go sign a different pile of paperwork in his office? A pile that he had prepared in advance in case ‘you changed your mind.’

But the more you stand here with their hands running wild over your body and the voices taking turns murmuring sweet nothings and promises in your ear, the more you grow excited about this job ahead of you. About the life ahead of you. And it’s all because you worked so hard. It’s all because you put in the hours. It’s all because you did your due diligence. It’s all because you didn’t listen to the advice you heard about Special Fire Force Company 8. The advice tells you to avoid it at all costs. But above all else?

It’s all because you have two good, handsome, and caring superiors. Ready to do just about anything for you.

[sangorous]

𝐓𝐑𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓

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𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐞𝐱? 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱 (𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲)

akitaru obi x black!fem!reader

The lights shimmered down on your body as you walked inside the building, causing the fenty beauty body luminizer to make you look like a shining star.

You looked around and gave the photographers a quick smile or two as Obi stood next to you, admiring your beauty. He did this whenever the two of you were invited to somewhere nice and fancy that required you two to dress up. He just loved the fact that you were so confident in your natural beauty which made you glow and shine whenever you walked into a room. But there was something that he loved more than your natural beauty, which was your confidence walking into a room. Every time you two walk into a room, whether it is at starbucks, chipotle, publix, and so forth, you made it clear that you were the baddest person in the room and that everyone's attention needed to be on you.

"You look so good," he whispered in your ear as the two of you posed together for the cameras.

"Thank you handsome," you gave him a quick peck as the two of walked to the tables to take a seat.

You slowly watched as other women gave you the side eye or barley even looked at you at all. 'sad and pitiful' you thought yourself as you took your seat at the designated table assigned for you and Obi.

Obi sat down next to you and placed a hand on your thigh. You two listened to the host blabber on about whatever it was she was talking about. Obi really didn't care about what was going on, but you on the other side, were a bit interested. He let a small sigh out as he threw his head back in his chair. Obi now remembered why he attended these events, just so you could show off your beauty and your outfits.

His eyes were now fixated on your dress. He liked the way the gold went well with your skin tone and how you had a slit on the side, causing your thighs to be exposed. He bit the bottom of his lip as he began to think about what he shouldn't be thinking about.

"Baby..." he trailed off in your ear as you nodded your head.

"Can you look at me please," he added with a little whine.

"What is it Obi?" you turned your head to the side and looked at him.

"I need you," he whined, feeling himself becoming hard.

"Babe, I'm busy," you gave him a stern look, but he couldn't care less.

"Please..." he trailed off as his fingers began to trail upwards to your dress.

"Fine," you huffed, slowly getting up from your seat as Obi followed behind you.

You found the nearest bedroom as Obi closed the door quickly. He slowly walked up behind you, placing his bulge on you as you licked your bottom lip.

"You wearing this dress caused this," he whispered in your ear as he began to place kisses on your neck.

"Obi we are at a public event," you whispered, turning him around.

"Okay, so try and stay quiet. Understand?" he backed you up against the wall.

You nodded your head as he began to unbuckle and unzip his pants. Once that was done, his pants dropped and he slid your dress up. He moved your thong to the side as he slowly entered inside of you.

He softly groaned as he began to thrust in and out of you, holding you up against the wall. You bit the bottom of your lip as you felt him going deeper and rougher inside of you.

"Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit." you whispered as tears began to slowly form in your eyes.

You bit into obis shoulder and began to scream and moan, "shhh baby girl," he chuckled as his thrusts began to slow down.

"I'm so close..." you whimpered, looking at him.

"I am too. go ahead," the two of you released at the same time as you sighed.

"What a good girl," he smirked, placing a kiss on your lips.

"I can't believe this...." you trailed off as he helped you clean up.

"Believe what?" he began to buckle his pants.

"That we fucked here in the bathroom and people walking by could've heard us," you gave him a look.

"This isn't the first time we've had public sex, so...." he trailed off, giving you a peck.

tag: @celestialuffy

master of 900 follower special

[lobotheduck]

[bimarts]

Can you tell I'm in my pseudo-mangaka era? Obi is my favorite in fire force because he's literally just a man going toe-to-toe with all these different generation pyro. I'm still getting used to the halftone features in procreate, but, I think I'm getting better.

[daisies-daydreams]

I NEED TO LAY MY HEAD ON THIS MAN’S CHEST I NEED TO LAY MY HEAD ON THIS MAN’S CHEST I NEED TO LAY MY HEAD ON THIS MAN’S CHEST I NEED TO LAY MY HEAD ON THIS MAN’S CHEST I NEED-

[imnosupaman]

[dollwrites]

𝟏𝟏:𝟏𝟏 — 𝐨𝐛𝐢 𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐮

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, somnophilia ( kinda ), fluffy smut, SAFE sex, fucked to sleep, all characters featured are 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading <3

𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 ∣ call me daddy by 11:11

you were roused into a state of blurry consciousness upon feeling the familiar weight as Obi slid onto the bed. he always tried to be as gentle as possible, but his size makes him less than stealthy. besides, even when he didn’t want to wake you, he had to pull you close to him.

you shift, inching back with your eyes still closed as his rough hands ghost over your biceps, his lips finding your shoulder and littering it with slow, easy kisses. “So good to be home.” he whispers, more to himself, but you smile, sleepy, and hum against the pillow. you were half on your belly, one leg bent up towards you while the other was extended, and you could feel the wall of warmth that was Obi from your shoulders to your feet, but he was holding himself up with his elbow, so as not to crush you, only applying the faintest bit of his weight on your back. he smelled like soap, and you could feel the damp tips of his dark tendrils as he worshipped you with kisses— he’d no doubt showered at HQ before heading back to you, which you didn’t mind. the less time that he had to smell like an inferno around you, the easier it was to savor the moments he was home. you spent oh so much of his time away filled with dread that he might never come back, the last thing you wanted was to be reminded that he was on the brink of death before crawling into your bed.

he was naked, too, as Obi usually slept, only there was a prodding at your thigh— that familiar firmness when Obi missed you too much at work. “What time is it?” you mumbled, reaching back to pet at him. your uncouth hand blindly rubs at the dips in his abs, but you start to shift.

he stops you with a soft, “Shh…” and wraps his larger hand around yours, bringing it up to his lips, kissing each knuckle with delicate, butterfly kisses, “don’t get up, sweetheart.” he whispers back, “‘S late.”

“Someone… didn’t get the memo…” you murmur, melting back into the mattress, but you poke your butt out to nudge his hard on as if showing him what you were referencing.

he chuckles, and it’s low and husky. he wants you, and you can hear it in his baritone. “Sorry, that’s my fault,” he replies, sheepish, “I thought about you all day. How soft you are—“ he pauses, lips coasting over your shoulder and to the sweet spots on your neck. you mewl in content. “How… good you smell…”

“Obi…” you breathe out, squirming. you could always sit up, roll over and pull him close, wrap your legs around his hips and let him bury himself in you. hell, you’d even wake up to ride him if that’s what he wanted, sleepy or not. but he’s already reaching for one of the fluffy pillows on his side of the bed, “I can—“

“You don’t have to do anything, sweetheart.” he interjects, “Let me take care of it.” he hooks a strong forearm around your midsection and gingerly pulls your lower half up off the mattress to slide the pillow underneath, propping you up for him, and he whispers, needy, against the shell of your ear. “I’m gonna fuck you back to sleep, baby, All I want you to do is snuggle up and enjoy it.” you can feel his hips grinding against yours as he tells you, his cock poking against your flimsy panties, and the hand under you slips beneath the waistband to rub your clit in slow, lazy circles. it was incredible to you; even in the dark, while he was needy and getting inside you was the only thing on his mind, he could still find your clit so easy— he could tease the sensitive nub just right. you moan, sleepily. your body wanted to keep resting, but the attention he was giving your core was just stimulating enough to get you wet. “There’s my girl.” he whispers again, feeling your slick start to glue his fingers together. “She missed me, too. I can feel it.” he wasn’t wrong. even as you snuggled against the pillow, your back arched for him, and your hips wanted to rut and ride his fingers.

“Hurry up,” you whine, muffling yourself with the pillow. you cheeks were hot with a blush, even though you knew he couldn’t see. he had to be able to hear the shyness in your soft plea. you were impatient, needy yourself, and you sounded pathetic. “Put it in…” your core throbbed with desire, squeezing around air, and your lower belly was tied in knots. “Obi…”

“I’m coming, sweetheart,” he mutters, his free hand reaching over you to fumble with the bedside table, grasping the knob on the drawer to pull it open. then, he blindly rustles about the contents of a box, retrieving a prophylactic in a chrome wrapper, “just about ready.”

you knew he didn’t much care for condoms, and neither did you. and even though you’d been dating him steady for a while, he always kept them by the bed. he never once forgot to put one on, even when you were so overtaken by lust and the need to feel him that you would beg him to just hurry and fuck you, he would always remember. you’d asked him one time why he even bothered with them at this point; you’d be content to take him raw whenever he wanted, but he’d just kissed the tip of your nose and replied, “I’ll always take care of you first.”

you knew he didn’t want to keep you up, but the longer he took to grip the wrapper with his teeth and tear it open, the more impatient you became, pushing yourself back against his erection to rub against it with a hapless whimper.

“You’re so goddamn cute.” he whispers, eyes dark as he stares down at your drowsy display, dragging your ass slowly against his cock, sliding the rubber onto his length, ensuring it’s snug and secure. then, he shifts again, laying against you once more, using his fingers between your legs to pull your panties to the side whilst the other takes hold of himself by his base and guides the tip to your treasure. the insertion elicits a thick exhale against the back of your neck, Obi is blissed to be able to feel your walls clamp around him, pulling him deeper. you whine, too, that familiar, sweet stretch much slower tonight. “Happy now, sweetheart?” it’s half a tease, half a genuine inquiry; Obi releases himself to reach up and turn your head to the side, planting a soft kiss against your lips when you nod and mumble a happy mhm, “Yeah?” he whispers against your lips, and you nod again, lazily smacking your lips against his mouth to kiss him back. “Me too.” his fingers linger against your cheek, petting it, before he carefully guides it back to the pillow and you nuzzle against it.

you’d been apprehensive at first; you’d not expected to find yourself even drowsier once he was inside you. you thought, for sure, you’d be wide awake, and ready to scream his name until your throat was sore. however, that wasn’t the case at all.

the rhythm he fell into was slow, a lullaby of deep thrusting. he didn’t hit a limit, he didn’t bottom out, and the consistent rocking had your body feeling heavier. sleepier.

“Obi…” you moan, but it’s slurred. drunken.

he allows both of his hands to careen around your body, pulling your pajama top up so he can pepper your shoulders with kisses, before tracing your spine with them, mouth open, panting hot air against your skin and raising goosebumps. “Shh, shhhh,” he replies in a partial moan, “don’t talk, sweetheart. Don’t think… just enjoy it for me.”

you could do that, you thought, allowing yourself to sink, limp, between his massive strength and the sturdy mattress.

“You feel so good, love,” he whispered, kissing wherever he could move your top to find a bare section of flesh, “my best girl, taking me so slow and easy.”

you tried to reply, show some gratitude for all of the praise, but you could only muster a soft, wordless babble as sleep takes hold of you, and claims control over your mind.

“Go ahead,” he urges; Obi must’ve expected you to be fighting it, “go to sleep, baby. It’s okay, I’ve got you…” even though his hips twitched, and he so desperately wanted to speed up, to grip your waist and drive himself home over and over until he was dizzy and spent, he doesn’t. he holds that same, slow pace, savoring each thrust and the way the bulging veins on his cock rubbed against your walls, causing them to flutter and tighten.

his jaw tightens, grinding his teeth, one hand gliding down to caress your bent leg from calve to thigh, while the other pets your hair, as if he could never get enough of the feeling of you. and he couldn’t. “That’s it… Gonna give you very, very good dreams tonight, sweetheart.” he coos, feeling your breathing start to even out as you drifted off. in contrast, you clench around him even tighter, a telltale sign that your orgasm is close. his forehead dips to rest between your shoulder blades, closing his eyes. his breathing is ragged, his body wants more, but he wouldn’t dare ruin the softness of your lullaby.

[notfireforce]

[Obi & Hinawa on a date]

[the phone rings]

Hinawa: Oh hold on.

Hinawa, picking it up: Hello?

Arthur, on the other side of the line: Are you and Obi going to say goodnight or are we going to do it on the phone like animals?

Hinawa: Goodnight Arthur.

Arthur: Goodnight Hinawa. Now put Obi on he deserves to be goodnighted.

Hinawa, whispers to Obi: Arthur wants to say goodnight to you.

Obi: Huh? Good night Arthur.

Arthur: Goodnight Obi.

[Little silence]

Arthur, whispering: Can you bring some fries?

Hinawa, sighing: Obi is he asking you to bring him some fries?

Obi: No..... He's onto us I gotta go.

Hinawa: I knew it. Arthur go to bed.

Arthur: I'm in bed I'm just hungry.

[tetsu-no-obi]

Official chibi art

[mixedup-sideblog]

I’m sorry there are TWO sets of tired dads and their children in fire force! And neither pair are popular enough to even have official ship names?!?

🗣️DIABOLICAL!!!

[lobotheduck]