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Fingers trace lightly on your forearm. Gentle movement from a man that softly breaths beside you. His arms wrapped delicately around you, contradicting all of what makes him.

Him. What Ushijima Wakatoshi is; He is powerful, stiff and strong within demeanour and characteristics. He stands tall, broad and layered with muscles thanks to training. All is shown when his hand touches a ball and his joints come together to jump over all his opponents. His mindset is genuine, and he has goals and morals that showcase what a great man is. Yet here he is, melted to your side. Curled around you like a small kitten, one with eyes fluttering in fatigue as it nudges its head further against your neck.

With Ushijima, love pours down to your heart & soul in his actions rather than words. So you breathe this moment in, like it’s the elemental compound that allows you to inhale and smile down to the man that shows you how strong his love is for you through gentle touches and acts.

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bnha characters in a freestyle 

hard ass bars, never misses. not corny and extremely good flow 

- SERO, kendo , deku but he kinda sound like logic :/, SHOJI, sen kaibara

lays down a fire beat

- BAKUGOU, jirou, ojiro asf 

spits smth slight. nothing special but good one liners 

- kirishima, SHINSO, tokoyami lowkey fr

sings a chorus to compliment the bars 

- MINA, ochako, aoyama, todoroki 

no flow or rhythm but makes The Face when something especially fire get said 

- iida (do a lil smirk lol), AIZAWA, tetsutetsu, monoma, SHINDO, 

does adlibs 💀

- KAMINARI, yotetsu, kuroiro 

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quick update for my inactivity:

I graduated (again x2 diplomas now)

I am just finishing final exams

I got employed

My sport(s) season is starting up

Gyms reopened so I’m on the grind

I also have to watch the new season for MHA but I’m watching like 9 different animes and plus I LOVED binge watching MHA <- it helps me feel connected to the characters #inspiration

Someone is finally watching Haikyuu after begging him to watch it for the last 2 years,,, might rewatch too #moreinspiration

I’ve been reading Tokyo Revengers, PLEASE I HAVE SO MANY WRITING PROMPTS FOR EVERYONE GOD IM OBSESSED

THATS MY UPDATE AND I HOPE TO START POSTING SOON!!! STICK AROUND MWAH~

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Just reading smut in math class respectfully 😌

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I read in another life today, a hard copy printed by my friend, in the school parking lot.

PSA: whoever saw me wipe that huge glob of snot then watched me watch it fall into my friends car floor and then proceeded to watch me sob harder - it wasn’t me.

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LISTEN DILF CONNOISSEURS,

Imagine a much older beefy but soft 6’4ft attractive man, okay now imagine him working on the pipes in your house. Okay now imagine being me, nervously having to walk around him because I know for a fact he looks like every DILF!Haikyuu character ever.

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my 30 second resting during my workout consist of water and reading smut

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no thots head empty just blowing ushijima, his big ass hand holding your head down on his huge cock until you're gagging n choking on him <3

inexperienced ushi with an insanely huge dick who doesn't rly know you're not supposed to be a head pusher </3

it's a struggle trying to fit every inch of his cock inside, and the feeling of it sliding further down your throat is a new one, but ushijima forgets that when your tongue is swirling around the leaking head and your mouth is sucking sinfully on it. the familiar tingle in his balls runs up his spine, making his hand move on instinct to come to the back of your head and push you down while his hips buck, fucking your face with reckless abandon.

your gags only add more pleasure, your throat tightening around him as he pours cum down it, and it's not until it's dripping out between your lips and you're smacking his sturdy thighs that ushijima comes to his senses and lifts your head up.

"i'm so sorry," he groans raggedly, cheeks still flushed and chest heaving from his orgasm. "you're... you're really good at that."

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Gonna pull an Oikawa and go play for another country #patriotismisdead

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Bakugo Katsuki who’s so soft with his anxious significant other. But in Bakugo ways. Flicks your head when he sees your eyes searching for anything and everything in a panic, to divert your gaze to him so you can calm down. He scowls when you say pointless sorrys, stating that only the weak apologize for nothing. He says it’s annoying when you get frazzled in large crowds, so he points at his shirt and says to ‘grip this’ to stay near him. When you ramble on about worst-case scenarios he listens until he sees tears began to form in your eyes, he proceeds to pull you into him with a bored expression. “Shut up.”

Told you he’s a softie... in his own ways.

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ok bakugou would be a fucking menace to be coupled up w on love island

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all men are the same.

just told a man I am a virgin, let’s await his response shall we??

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just told a man I am a virgin, let’s await his response shall we??

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we promised | Kōtarō Bokuto

summary: sometimes soulmates don’t always end up with each-other, y’know?

warnings: angst???

songs you should listen too whist reading:

-> another love - Tom Odell (Spotify)

-> freehand - Novo Amour & Ed Tullet (apple)

-> somewhere only we know - cover version (apple)

“We’re not getting married are we?” You sheepishly laugh about a promise you two made years into your friendship, one that everyone has bound to make. But that laugh was to mask and make sure the tears weren’t seen as just the sadness. He laughed as well, arms wrapping into your waist, pulling you into his chest. To protect you from yourself, or to protect himself from seeing your tears- a protection from the suffering. “No.” He mumbles into your hair.

What brought on this private moment, such an intimate moment... was love. One tucked into a dark room away from the ceremony that was about to begin. A sort of love that stays put like an old birch tree the sways in wind for centuries. You two had dug yourselves too deep into the soil, not only in this friendship but in the other relationships you’ve created. He was about to get married and here you were getting tears into his luxury tux, in a closet room as guests, friends and family flooded into the building.

Everyone was shocked that when he announced engagement, it wasn’t one to you, towards your relationship. Shocked, because though they may have never seen the most intimate moments you’ve two had, they’ve seen the cracks and glimpses of you two passed out on the couch - your head on his chest and his arms wrapped around your body protectively. They’ve peaked at the way you two sway in the kitchen together while cooking, laughing and feeding each other bits and pieces of whatever is being grilled on the stove. The way you two would stare at each other, silently communicating with small smiles and laughs, with joyful glints deep inside your eyes. Shocked, because it was so obviously painful you two were soul mates, bound to each other through an invisible red silk line.

They were sure you two had slept with each other - it was true, you’ve shared secret passion-filled kisses. Always laughing after and reminding yourselves that you two are best friends. Best friends, best-friends, best-friends.

It was fear that kept you from admitting that statement that was floating in bright neon lights above your heads. They flickered slightly, just like the way these moments were about to disappear. Flickering away, dimmer and dimmer just like the love that was so bright being covered. For once, he kept his mouth sealed and opt to tuck you deeper into his body, covering you from whatever the universe was throwing at this moment. He was also bathing in your warmth, your touch, the way your quivering body wailed silently - screaming ‘I love you. I love you. I’ve always I loved you.’ And he took those screams through his hands, as he petted soft dolled up hair, wiping his rare straying tears from damping such elegance.

After all, Bokuto didn’t wanna destroy hair curled just for him, just for his wedding. The wedding you two promised you’d naively would have. The wedding that wasn’t for true love.

You wanted to sink into his chest, to be forever engulfed in his scent. So you pulled away, because you couldn’t allow yourself to drown any further. And with a big huff, tear stained cheeks, you gave him a smile. “In the next life?” You questioned. And he looked down, quivering lips desperate to keep hold of a sob. He nods erratically, holding out his pinky finger. “In the next life.” Your finger naturally finds his.

Another promise, a vow, sets out between lovers, this time, may it be one fulfilled.

-> masterlist <-

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love love love this is love

being held by ushijima wakatoshi is an all-encompassing experience. he’s just so big, and warm, and surprisingly soft. and he always smells nice, like fresh laundry and the breeze on a comfortably warm summer afternoon. 

you didn’t expect him to be so physically affectionate when you two started dating, and at first, he really wasn’t. not outside of closed doors at least. and honestly, you were fine with that. you knew he loved you, it was obvious in the small smiles he gave you, the soft touches of his knuckles against your cheeks, and the little gifts he’d bring you with a simple this reminded me of you. 

love doesn’t always have to be loud. sometimes love is something soft and sweet. sometimes love is collections of smaller kindnesses. 

and that’s what loving ushijima was and still is. these little collections of kindnesses. 

but he’s a bit more open with you these days. quicker to hug you. to cup your cheek with one huge hand when he kisses you. to trace mindless shapes into your skin. to rest your forehead against his and close his eyes. sometimes people need room to grow into these things.  

he reminds you a bit of the potted plants he loves. that he waters himself and makes sure are getting the perfect amount of sunlight. that he’s named after friends and always handles so gently. 

(his favorite, a little cluster of peace lilies, he named after you.)

some things just need to be cultivated, to be held tenderly, and treated with all the love in your heart. 

and thats what the love is between you and wakatoshi. a result of tenderness. a quiet steady progression. easy to grow into, easy to hold, easy to open your heart to. 

and now you can’t quite imagine loving any other way. 

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please you two... I’m trying to study... I-

p-pro hero dilf bakugou getting into an argument with his wife over the sexy nanny (you).

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you and eren laying pitifully on a bed. Numb, quiet and tired. But the light touches of fingers brushing hair away from eyes is what allows warmth to sweep within this cold time in life. And though a smile never showcases its self, it’s his green eyes that shine with contentment as they open in shock at the touch. Eren stares, deep and longingly - lovingly. It looks like he’s bored, but the softness of sore eyes is what gives it all away. Because he loves you, god he loves you so much and he’d long to stare at you if it meant showcasing what he felt without truly saying it.