#omi reblog

[chainsxwsmile]

I haven’t drawn Bruce in the style of Xiaolin Showdown in quite awhile and I’ve been meaning to do @gerardopadillavillarreal ‘s request of Omi playing with Bruce!

[mollyrolls]

LMAOOO YOU WERE SO FUNNY FOR THE TRY AGAIN TAGS I LITERALLY FELT THE SAME WAY LIKE WE WERE ALL ANSWERING ASK GAMES AND THEN I JUST WENT "okay time to lock in" BC IT'S BEEN SITTING IN MY DRAFTS AND I KEPT ACCIDENTALLY OPENING IT INSTEAD OF MY INBOX 😭😭😭

i was giggling looking at peoples trademarks and then got hit by a FREIGHT TRAIN

[minkkumaz]

can we not do this

in the past half hour maybe, i noticed that i have not been as wary as i should've been with my works of idols under the age of 18. i'm absolutely fucking disgusted and so upset that people over the age of 20+ are carelessly interacting with and reblogging my fics about 16 - 17 year olds. i'm going to be real. we can't really prevent anyone from interacting with our works. but i'm glad i went over what i could, because i am so pissed at how many accounts i had to block. not only that, i had to block numerous smut accounts and blogs with minors dni / 18+ warnings. if you write for any idols that are underage please go through your shit because i literally want to cry. i made it clear that i don't want adults interacting with my stuff about certain idols as it is strictly for minors only. maybe i have been too kind.

[eky11]

They have no fanarts but I'm dedicated

[atsoomi]

oh my god I think my tumblr unfollowed you 😭 no wonder I saw a change in my following count

NOO tumblr is so broken I have a scare over losing a mutual like everyday !

[jazzystudios82]

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posted this for the Xiaolin Showdown 20th anniversary 😩 THE show of all time

[xlavenderharmony]

Just practicing this style. Don’t like it as much as my Bakura one though;;

[multiandmany]

Dragon Omi has been drawn. Inspired by Dojo and Lung Dragons. Just a hatchling, zoomies are always.

[minkkumaz]

can you guys tell angst is my most favorite genre

[cinnammonfairy]

⌗ nanami kento & reader & higuruma hiromi + pussy eating + penetration + a bit of subby hiromi ⋆˙⟡

where the two find new ways to pleasure you ...

"spread your legs wider so omi can eat darling."

at kento's words, hiromi zoned in on your cunt, the sight he has been bequeathed with was like none other. the slight tremble of your legs as you readjusted your position followed by a whine, undoubtedly due to the fact that nanami's cock which filled your pussy well enough was now able to reach deeper.

"look at that baby... you've got a nice cock to cum on sweetheart." hiromi remarked, fingers passing over your clit once, twice, if only to see your little hole clench adorably on kento's cock.

a moan left your lips at hiromis actions. nanami grasping your legs to keep them open, the chilly air exposing your swollen clit and pussy full of nanami's cock. your cheeks warm, eyebrows furrowed, eyelids fluttering at the overwhelming pleasure.

"please..."

"your little pussy is making such a cute mess on my cock darling, it's creaming so pretty on my cock already sweetheart."

nanami notes as higuruma's tongue finally laved over your stuffed pussy, licking over the cream on the base of nanami's cock stuffing your cunt to the brim, all the way up to your clit, kissing it once before placing it in his mouth and sucking it. you could feel the tip of his nose touching the bulge nanamis cock left on your tummy. all the whilst high pitched moans, the filthy wet sounds of your pussy being devoured, the occasional grunt and the frequent praise from the way you clenched so tightly on nanamis cock was all that could be heard reverbrating throughout the room.

"oh that's it angel, such a greedy girl hm? you like my cock in your pussy while higu eats you out?"

"such a good boy hiromi, making her feel so good."

hiromi continues lapping at your folds, spread out to accommodate kento's girth. he places considerable emphasis on your jutting clit, flicking it with his tongue and sucking it in his mouth.

all the whilst kento unrelentingly thrusts his cock shallowly in and out, the pleasure all too overwhelming as whimpers and mewls left your lips. the telltale sign of your oncoming release you didn't doubt could be felt by nanami as your pussy gripped his cock ever so tighter.

"go ahead and cum sweetheart."

you rode out your strong waves of pleasure with their help, hiromi now rubbing your clit with his finger whilst lapping up your release dripping down nanami's cock and balls. which pushed nanami to his own release, flooding your pussy with his load.

"...thank you ken...thank you omi."

"go show omi how thankful you are baby."

nanami lifts you up by your hips, a little bit of his release smearing out of your little hole and places you on hiromis lap. you watch as he guides his cock into your hole, pushing in slowly as he feels on the brink of approaching his orgasm. lifting your hips, he thrusts up into you in pleasurable strokes and you wrap your arms around his neck, hiding your crimson face in his shoulder as he seeks his release, one that was quickly spurring you to your own. nanami had his cock in his hand, pumping it to hiromis thrusts, also rapidly approaching his release.

"feels so good baby, love your pussy."

"love you omi."

to which he cums, filling up your already stuffed pussy with his thick cum. you lay limp in hiromi's arms as he lifts your chin to press a sweet reassuring kiss on your lips. nanami now making his way over the bed to the both of you,

"did so good for us baby yeah? our good girl."

☆ sorry for the inconsistent usage of names was a little confused at times :( but yes i hope you like this kinda short drabble of sorts, reqs are open! reblogs are more than welcome <3

ᡣ𐭩 header by cafekitsune .

[minkkumaz]

im gonna be honest like im too scared to touch angst. i read one once on accident and i ended up thinking abt it for a week and i was HEARTBROKEN. but one day i’ll definitely get around to it ^^ BUT ILL MAKE SURE TO READ THE WHOLE OT6 SERIES U WRITE. ill just need this whole month to mentally prepare myself ><

ALSO BY ANY CHANCE do u listen to wave to earth? 👁️

-🍉

HAHA NO THAT'S FAIR! i'm pretty opposite because angst fuels my soul like gasoline fuels a car. i swear it keeps me going in life like i just need it to function.

the feeling of my heart aching is my version of serotonin (this makes me sound extremely mentally ill) (valid assumption im a lil crazy) BUT LIKE WHEN ITS WELL WRITTEN I ALSO THINK ABOUT IT FOREVER UGHH

i pride myself in my angst skills so i hope i don't break your heart too bad >< i also hope im not tooting my own horn too much and you read them with a straight face LOLL

and unfortunately.... i don't listen to wave to earth. but i heard theyre super super good and from clips ive seen on tiktok it sounds like theyd give good fic inspo.

thats like me with conan gray fr i swear i write all my angst to 'memories'

[dolcid]

Hugging Them ▪︎ Hogwarts Legacy

A/N: wanted to write for the HL boys as well cause I love them too ❤ (tried to keep it gn but 'my lady' is said in Garreth's)

Sebastian Sallow

Seb would definitely freeze on the spot, cause he's only ever been hugged by his sister before, no one else (not even Omi, due to personal space). But he'd gratefully hug back after the initial shock, loving the feeling of your hands on him, and how safe and warm you make him feel.

Sebastian would be patiently waiting for mc, ready to head into hogsmeade together. It was a usual thing for the two, going into hogsmeade to either shop together or just relax, merlin knows they need it. Suddenly he'd hear an excited call of his name followed by fast paced footsteps, and before he has time to react, you're hugging him.

"Sebastian!" You shout excitedly, unable to contain your affection for him. He had that trick on you. Sebastian would just start turning around when you jumped into his arms, engulfing him in an embrace. Almost tumbling over, Sebastian manages to catch you and stay on his feet.

"MC?" He'd question, recognizing your scent and immediately smiling.

"Hey! Sorry about the random hug, I just...get so excited when I see you." Sebastian would smirk at the confession, chuckling lightly before pulling you in for another hug.

"It's alright darling, I don't mind."

Ominis Gaunt

Ominis would be tense, not having hugged anyone before due to his familial issues. But once he realizes it's you, he'd slowly reciprocate the embrace, happy to finally feel what love is like, in a physical sense.

While waiting in the undercroft, Ominis would be standing waiting for you. You had asked him about how he read books, and he had wanted to meet up so he could show you. Once you enter the undercroft, he can sense it's you, but before he can get a word out, he's engulfed in a hug. Ominis would blush immensely, keeping his hands in the air as you hugged him, not knowing what to do. You'd mistake his unknowing for uncomfortableness and Immediately back off.

"Gosh, I'm so sorry Ominis, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." You'd say sheepishly, not daring to look up at him. Despite his blindness, he had a stern gaze. Ominis would gather himself before speaking.

"It's alright MC, I just....I've never been hugged before....can we try it again?"

You'd smile brightly and immediately pull him into an embrace, this time feeling his arms wrap around you too.

Garreth Weasley

Garreth wouldn't be shocked at all. He was born into a HUGE family, so he expects random things like hugs. Well, either hugs or getting pranked, he was always prepared for one of the two.

Garreth would be walking to you in the courtyard. You had asked him to brew you some wiggenweld potions (despite knowing how to do it yourself, his were just better) and meet you in the courtyard. He'd smile once he meets your eye, watching as you smiled brightly, jogging over to him and pulling him into your arms. He'd hug back happily, even if a little blushy.

"Here's your wiggenweld, my lady." You'd laugh at the term and take them happily, stuffing them into your bag before pulling him into another hug.

"Thank you Garreth! You're a life saver."

Reblogs appreciated! These are so short I'm sorry 😓

[kurooandkenmasslut]

HOLYYYYYYY ARGHHHH

s.kiyoomi + gf moments

☆— fem reader, crack, fluff

☆— a/n; i don't know what this is, i just had a thought and felt like writing it.. it could become a serie of events until the Sakusa Kiyoomi finally admits he loves y/n (?) idk, let me know if you like the idea😊

You have been best friends with Bokuto since you were young. Your friendship was so fun and purely like brother and sister that you even decided to move together once high school was over and your University period of life began. Even if you were very different in personalities, somehow you both worked together and couldn't imagine a life without him as your bestie-almost brother.

After some time living together, you got very used to seeing some people around the house almost everyday, his volleyball teammates.

First, it was Miya Atsumu and Sakusa Kiyoomi. Atsumu was the biggest flirt you have ever encountered in your life, almost to the point in which sometimes it annoyed you. In a good way though. He was a cutie.

While Kiyoomi was very chill and shy, he mostly kept to himself if no one bothered him; but he had the most snarky and filled with sarcasm answers for whatever antics Boo and 'Tsumu could come up with. You loved it.

Then Hinata Shouyo joined the team, and it was like a whirlwind uprooted everything in his path. He was the most outgoing and sociable and kind human being you have ever met.

And it all became like a routine. Everyday after practice, all of them would come to have dinner at yours and Boo's apartment. By this time, you already know all of them and how they all liked things and their meals. Especially Omi. He was a particular, rare especimen.

Bokuto had warned you before introducing him, how he did not like physical contact or how he wouldn't take off his mask if he wasn’t playing in a match or eating. He warned you not to feel offended or take it personal if he bluntly commented on how things were not clean enough or whatever.

But surprisingly, he had never looked down on anything in your apartment or even commented anything in front of you.

There was even one time he did comment in the middle of dinner, "I'm surprised how you maintain everything this clean and organized considering you live with Bokuto…"

"Hey!" Boo complained, mouth full of food, while everyone laughed.

That same night, Boo had pestered you about how the Sakusa Kiyoomi liked you. Of course, you couldn't believe it. The man barely spoke to you outside of those moments the team was present at your apartment. 

It was until one night, when everyone came of course after practice to have dinner you were already cooking, when he did something you never thought he would do.

Of course, the amount of noise they made even before getting inside the apartment was a clear sign they were almost there. Shouyo and Boo always came straight to hug, picking you up and squishing you hard as a greeting. Atsumu would fist pump and wink at you before throwing himself on the sofa, of course putting some other volleyball's team match on the TV. While Omi would simply bow slightly with his head, not even getting too close to you, standing on the entrance of the kitchen.

By this time, you already knew and respected each one of them and their ways to show how much they appreciated you.

"It smells so good, Y/N," whined Shouyo as he entered the kitchen and made his way to the fridge to pick something to drink.

Omi was so quiet you have not realized he had followed the red-mostly orange-head and was standing at the door of the kitchen.

"I'm glad you think that," you smiled happily.

"He says that about almost everything. He would eat a bug and say exactly the same thing if he's hungry enough."

To say that you were surprised to hear his deep voice speak that amount of words was small. Yet, you couldn't avoid finding it funny how he always got the cleverest answers and dark humor. So you laughed, while Shouyo pouted, drinking from the beer he took from the fridge–it was Friday night after all.

You kept cooking, smiling and listening to how Shouyo complained to his teammate how evil he was with him when he was all nice to him.

"Alright you two…" you meddled, smiling happily at the incessant noise from everyone around, "If you're gonna keep arguing, you could at least help on setting the table, right?"

They both nodded while moving around to find what they needed, still arguing, but now about something else which sounded like Shouyo's height. Omi loved getting on Shouyo's nerves when it came to his height.

"What's that, Y/N?" Shouyo suddenly asked, signaling to a set of a plate, forks, a glass and a mug that were separated in a corner of the cupboard.

"Oh. That's Omi's," you said, your attention anywhere but said man.

"I don't remember leaving my stuff here," he commented, with no mean intention in his voice towards you.

"No, I mean… I know you don't like your stuff mixed with everyone's, so I picked a set I always clean twice and kept it separated from everything else. No one touches or uses that but you," you answered him, still looking at the food you were cooking over the oven.

Oh, God, kill me now, was all you thought as silence reigned in the kitchen.

But then, you felt a tall, warm presence behind you. You knew it was Omi, Shouyou was not that tall–he was only a head over yours, while you knew Omi was much taller.

It was the first time the Sakusa Kiyoomi got that close to you and it shocked you to the core. But what surprised you the most was when you felt his chin rest on your head comfortably.

"Thank you, Y/N," you could feel the vibrations of his deep voice and the rumble of his chest on your back saying your name, his entire dark but comfy aura so close to you, all you could think was how good it felt.

If you would have turned a bit to Shouyo's direction, you would have seen him with his eyes open wide, like those funny cartoons where their eyes popped off their face to express shock. Thankfully, he didn't say anything, he simply turned on his feet and flew from the kitchen to the living room where Tsumu and Boo were.

"You're welcome," was all you could say, almost a whisper, as he comfortably stayed there, barely a centimeter of distance between his body and yours.

If you weren't shocked enough by that, you definitely almost collapsed when you felt one of his fingers timidly caress your hand that was not holding the spoon you were cooking with, resting next to your hip. It had been barely a touch, yet the warmth and little tingling it provoked made you take a deep breath to gather your mind straight.

If you hadn't before, now you definitely were falling for this rare specimen. 

[iheartduckie]

cutting their shirts

a/n - this is my first post dedicated to dad! haikyuu boys. based off this tiktok.

bokuto kotaro | miya atsumu | hinata shoyo | sakusa kiyoomi | iwaizumi hajime

domestic fluff x fem! reader (word count: idk)

notes - reader is referenced as “mommy/mama”, implications of breastfeeding UNEDITED ASF FR 2021 TOO SOB

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#10; bokuto kotaro [!]

-> you were a little confused when bokuto excitedly told you not to worry, and insisted that you went on that outing with your friends. you only waved it off as him wanting to spend time with the baby. even before walking through the door, you were able to hear bokuto’s laughter from outside. entering quietly, your hand went up to your mouth to cover your laugh. bokuto turned to face you, and greeted you with a smile. “look, your mama ’s here,” he said, lifting her to face you. she giggled happily as you peppered her face in kisses. you sat down next to bokuto, who welcomed you in his arms, watching you both with a warm smile.

#13; miya atsumu [!]

-> he let the idea marinate in his mind after he heard bokuto talk about it in practice. after you left the room to use the bathroom, he threw on the prepped shirt and secured the bottles, picking up the baby to feed her. “‘m good at this, right darlin’? i should do this more often..” you walked into the room and was greeted by the sight of atsumu supposedly ‘breastfeeding’ your daughter. he stared at you, trying to hide his smile, before you bursted out laughing. “our angel is perfectly fine with it-” “i’m not letting you that to our daughter, tsum, give her to me”

#15; sakusa kiyoomi [!]

-> you watched as his face scrunched up from the tiktok you showed him, and laughed when he clutched your daughter a little tighter, who giggled at his actions. “your mommy is being silly princess, i love you but i’d never do that.” he said, playing with her curls and softly smiling at her when she happily buried her face into his chest. “you’re lucky your cute, omi” “or what? i’m literally your baby daddy and husband” “i’ll ask tsumu to do it then” later, you received a call from atsumu, who begged you to not to ask him whatever sakusa was ranting about

#21; hinata shoyo [!]

-> he actually proposed the idea to you, and you helped him set everything up. “babe! look i’m doing it” you decided to film it with a smile, as the result was successful. he was able to feed your son, and looked so proud while he did it. the video was sent to the msby group chat, and someone posted it on the verified twitter account, tagging the alder’s twitter account to do the ‘challenge’ too. hinata accidentally started a fad, and somewhat a meme.

#; iwaizumi hajime [!]

-> iwaizumi wouldn’t do this, no matter how much you begged, and you accepted the fact. when he walked into your shared home after a tiring practice, the last thing that he wanted to see was oikawa feeding his daughter with bottles through a tee shirt. you laughed at his tired expression, and went over to greet him with a kiss on his cheek. oikawa froze in fear, while you picked up your son from his hold with a smile. “i understand i said ‘no’ to your request, but maybe ask me again before asking shi- poopykawa. now cover his ears, i just need to tell poopykawa something”

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reblogs let others see my work! notes and feedbacks are highly appreciated <3 boop

mahal ka MWAH

[irisintheafterglow]

to tell you is too scary (so I'll just say something else)

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺ now playing: lizzy mcalpine - "pancakes for dinner"

summary: nightmares don't usually translate to reality, but you call sakusa for the first time in years. just to be safe.

wc: 1k

cw/tags: gn!reader and post-timeskip!sakusa, nightmare about a plane crash but nothing descriptive, angst/comfort with happy ending, childhood friends to lovers (??), dialogue-driven, he hates everyone but you

note: yayy first @ficsforgaza gift post for @froggiewonder17 !! i tried out a different layout for the top section of this post, lmk if y'all like it! thank you again for donating to help palestinian families, i hope you like this :)) my f4g masterpost can be found here!

likes, reblogs, and replies are appreciated!

Your thumb trembles over the call button next to his contact, hovering and waiting for some unseen force to make you stop. Your hand keeps shaking, no matter how hard you try to stop it; the ravaged skin of your cuticles is stained with dried blood from your constant picking and scratching. Dread crashes again in a wave and you find yourself trapped under the water, gasping for air that wasn’t being inhaled. With a knot in your lungs, instinct takes over and taps your phone. 

The three ascending notes of the phone dialing his number sound far away and you unexpectedly heave out a choked sob. He’d probably changed his number or deleted yours. Maybe he would simply glance at the unknown caller ID and ignore it entirely, returning to his drink with all his teammates at the bar. You didn’t know him anymore. 

You didn’t know him anymore. 

Your palm slams onto the red circle and you curl into as tight of a ball as you can muster, disappearing into the corner of your bedroom. It’s stupid, calling him because of the first night terror you’d had in a decade. When you were kids, he was always your first call when your eyes flew open. I’m with you, I’ve got you, he said. He guided you when adrenaline turned into anxiety, when the void outside your window was unfathomably dark. He’d stay until your breathing evened into a sleeping rhythm and wouldn’t hang up until your phone died or you woke up the next morning. He was there every time you were drowning, and your soul didn’t know what to do without its safety ring except sink, 

and sink, 

and sink…

INCOMING CALL. 

CALLER ID: Kiyoomi💛💚

You stare at your phone screen illuminating the blankets like a beacon. Blinking once, then twice, you wait for it to disappear like a hallucination or a trick of your psyche. It doesn’t, and when you have half the mind to reach for your phone, the screen disappears. You’d missed the call. Maybe it was a trick of the mind? 

(1) MISSED CALL - Kiyoomi💛💚

INCOMING CALL.

CALLER ID: Kiyoomi💛💚

You’re faster this time, snatching your phone from the covers and swiping the “answer call” button to the side. It’s quiet on the other end of the line for a moment, but he’s there. He always was, wasn’t he?

“...Omi?”

“Hey,” he says gently. There’s faint noise in the background of where he is, sounds of conversations and telecom announcements. Even with the sound of rolling wheels, he’s still clear. “You called.” Fifty minutes away, Kiyoomi imagines you nodding in the silence, maybe wiping a stray tear with the corner of your fitted sheet. “You’re safe?” You hum a shaky mhmm, still unable to force out any words. He murmurs your name, coaxing you out of your tight ball. “I need to hear you say it.”

“I’m safe,” you reply after a breath. Based on your voice alone, he could tell the night terror happened no more than five minutes before you called. “I just–I’m sorry if I–”

“I’m here if you want to talk about it,” he reassures you, immediately shooting Atsumu a withering glare when he tries to dance up to Kiyoomi’s less busy part of the airport. The MSBY team’s international flight was canceled an hour ago, but he was still trying to figure out if he wanted to stay with his teammates at a closer hotel. The present situation felt, literally and metaphorically, like you were calling him home. 

“There was a plane,” you say in a broken whisper. He strains to hear your crackling voice and shakes his head adamantly when Bokuto and Hinata try to join Atsumu’s antics. Now was not the time to fuck around with him. “You were on it, and something went wrong, and it–There was an accident and…I just had to watch it happen. I had to watch it happen and I couldn’t do anything.” Your voice cracks and trails off, making Kiyoomi’s chest twist like a wrung towel. Your friendship was strained after Kiyoomi’s second Nationals, fading completely until there was nothing left when you graduated except photobooth strips from third grade. He kept your number, though, in case something like this ever happened. In case you needed him again or he needed you, he never decided.

“Are you–are you home right now?” Another broken mhmm. “Can I see you?”

“You’re not overseas?”

“I was supposed to be, as of an hour ago,” he admits, running an exasperated hand through his curls and straightening his track jacket collar. A flash of light catches the corner of his eye. Cameras, cameras, cameras, always. He clicks his tongue disapprovingly, continuing, “But, the flight got delayed and ultimately canceled because of maintenance issues. We’re probably gonna have to postpone the game.”

“I’m sorry, Omi.” You hear him shrug in that indifferent manner that always seemed to come down when he was with you. All his walls, actually, came down when he was with you. 

“I don’t care, honestly. My question still stands.” He swallows thickly, begging you to say yes for both of your sakes. When his phone showed your contact photo for the seven seconds you called, it awakened grief in him he thought he’d buried years ago. By all accounts, Sakusa Kiyoomi desperately missed you. “I can be there in an hour. I’ll take a car, I don’t care how much it costs.” 

“It’s–it’s fine, you really should stay with your team and rest,” you mutter, always the selfless one worrying about his well-being. You were too good to him, letting him cancel plans for training camps and tournaments, always letting him go. “I don’t want you missing another flight if it comes up.” 

Too bad that, when it came to you, Kiyoomi had decided long ago he’d always be selfish. 

“Say you need me and I will be there.” You don’t hesitate. 

“I need you here, Omi,” you murmur. He’s gone in seconds–mind, body, and soul. His body acted instinctually, running on nothing else but the sole purpose of getting home to you. With a wad of cash and an Olympic athlete’s intellect calculating the fastest way to reach you, he vows that you would never need to say you needed him again.

Because he’d say he needed you instead.

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[femondoetus]

Welcome back, Omy !

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