Huge, Intimidating Men Who Relax Their Posture And Soften Their Voice Whenever They Speak To You 😔

imagine ending up with BAKUGO KATSUKI, your childhood best friend, again when you’re both grown, well aware of the tension that’d been there between the two of you since you’d been teens.

“what do you want from me?” you ask, voice low.

“you know what,” he murmurs back, lips barely brushing against yours. they’re soft, softer than you’ve imagined. growing up, he’d always had chapped lips. now, so many years after the last time you saw him, it’s different. all of it—not just his lips, but his eyes, the feel of his hands, the way he looks at you, softer, more gentle than before. everything has changed.

“wanna hear you say it,” you respond, like a petulant child.

he huffs out a humourless laugh, thumb rubbing circles into your hip. he’s always been fidgety when nervous—it’s a cute little giveaway, and he stiffens when you point it out.

BAKUGO grits his teeth. “well, if you’re g’na be like this, i’m leaving.”

“just say it,” you urge him. though your voice is teasing, a part of you is secretly terrified that you’ve got it all wrong.

“i know you’re scared,” he says suddenly. “but i won’t leave again, i swear.”

“and,” he leans in just a little closer to press his lips against yours. “i love you. now say it back.”

boyfriend texts | h.iwaizumi

-> pairing: iwaizumi hajime x gn!reader | sfw | cw: smau, cursing, drinking mentioned, jealous!iwa, none of the texts r connected to each other | genre: fluff, crack (a smidge) | mlist

-> synopsis: random texts between you and your boyfriend!

—a/n: i am addicted to smaus. also this is dt to sahri STAY STRONG GIRL!!

──── 𝑮𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑳𝑬 𝑻𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻

╰ 𝒁𝒂𝒚𝒏𝒆 LOVE AND DEEPSPACE

kindled: melting snow dreams + silent radiance

you taught me a secret language i can't speak with anyone else

bakugo x reader

Something that should've annoyed him when you guys were friends instead pulled him closer to you.

Your talkative nature and ability to make a small idea turn into a ted talk was something he admired about you.

From talking to him about how awful your day was at school, to how you saw a squirrel give another squirrel a nut on your way home. It brought him a certain type of comfort he didn't know he needed.

He appreciated the way you knew when to speak.

Never in the middle of a lesson, or when someone else was talking. He especially enjoyed the little sparkle in your eyes when you looked to him with something you wanted to talk to him about later.

Once the person finished talking, you'd pull Bakugo away to go on your tangents.

As the two of you ate lunch together, his gaze locked on your face as he enjoyed his lunch. Watching as you spoke, his lips almost quirking into a smile as you raised your hand to cover your lips as you chewed your food. Making sure to be courteous when talking and eating, even if it was in front of your boyfriend.

Your eyebrows pinching in a confused expression as you asked him what he was looking at, your mouth still covered by your delicate hand.

Bakugo just shook his head as he told you to continue talking. Watching as you shrugged your shoulders and finally put your hand down to freely speak.

He knew all your little mannerisms, some you probably didn't even know you did.

Late after school, the both of you sitting together in his dorm room after eating dinner, his eyes locked on his laptop as he finished the last assignment of the week.

You knew he was busy and couldn't contribute much to the conversation so you didn't mind his lack of response, the short "mhm" and "oh yeah" being enough to satisfy you.

But as your story came to an end and your voice trickled to a stop, you sat in what you thought was an awkward silence.

Bakugo knew you loved talking, but you also did that to fill the empty silence. Your mind turning anxious as the quietness let your thoughts run free, your mind starting to get overwhelmed.

He saw your small quirks out of the corner of his eye, the way you fidgeted with your hands, twisting your fingers as your eyes darted around his room to look preoccupied, your brain trying to come up with something else to say.

As his fingers stopped typing, the clicking stopped leaving the two of you in dead silence. Making your mind race even more as you tried to come up with something to say fast.

Your chest started moving faster as your breathing quickened, your anxiety piling up as you tried to think of anything to say.

Something touching your hand snapped you out of your thoughts. The feeling of his warm hand connecting with yours in a soft grip as he typed with the other.

"What was that thing you were going to tell me about earlier?"

Your hand unconsciously tightened around his, "What? I thought I finished telling you everything," you said confused.

"You said you had news about your friend's boyfriend issues." Bakugo said nonchalantly, acting like he wasn't trying to soothe your overworking mind.

He watched as you looked deep in thought, your head scrambling as you looked through your memories. Before your eyes brightened and your smile got wider as you remembered.

Your voice breaking the silence and filling his ears with your recollection of earlier events.

He might've helped your anxiousness because he was being a good boyfriend, or maybe he just enjoyed the sound of your voice.

JAPAN?!

i don't WANT to read smut right now

i WANT to read a passionate, poetic, jaw dropping, tears streaking down my face, heart wrenching, giggle inducing, feet kicking, cringy yet amazing, gorgeous story written by someone who apologizes for english not being their first language(they're the best writers ever) which has 4 chapters and then makes me scream because it hasnt been updated in months and the author is mia

Bakugo was lying in bed, the soft glow of the lamp casting shadows over his features as he tried to get through a book. You had been trying to get the blondes attention for a while now, but he was completely absorbed in whatever he was reading. You were getting restless, and a little needy.

Without much thought, you crawled over and sat down on his lap, making sure to get as comfortable as possible. He didn’t even glance up immediately, but you could feel his eyes shift toward you when he adjusted his glasses—his eyesight had gotten worse in his twenties, and he needed those glasses more often now.

He finally glanced over the top of the book, red eyes narrowing slightly beneath the glasses. “Yes?”

“Can I feel your boobs, Katsu?” you asked sweetly.

He sighed, long and exasperated, his red eyes already drifting back to the book. “No.”

You pouted instantly, sinking your weight against his chest and letting out a theatrical sigh. “Pleaseeeee?”

Another sigh. More annoyed this time. “Fine,” he muttered, “but only if you don’t call ‘em boobs.”

You grinned, knowing damn well you weren’t done pushing his buttons. “Katsuki, can I feel your titts?”

That got a reaction. His head snapped toward you, brows furrowing in horror. “That’s so much worse than ‘boobs.’ What the fuck is wrong with you? No.”

You rolled your eyes, undeterred, and decided to go full drama. “Good evening, good sir,” you said, voice exaggeratedly polite. “Would you be so kind as to let me feel your glorious pecs?”

That actually made him snort. You caught the corner of his mouth twitching into a smirk before he gave up entirely and set the book down on the nightstand.

“I swear to god…” he muttered, shaking his head as he leaned back against the headboard. “You’re such a damn weirdo.”

But he didn’t stop you.

Your hands were on him instantly, slipping up under his shirt. You trailed over the defined lines of his abs before dragging your palms up to his chest. The moment you made contact, you let out a goofy, perverted little giggle, fingers squeezing gently.

“Perv,” he grumbled, letting his head fall back with a sigh.

“You love it,” you said, all smug and cozy as you made yourself at home.

He didn’t deny it.

add up my love | ft. s.hinata

synopsis: after pining after you for what feels like a lifetime, hinata shoyo finally gets to experience the bliss that is waking up next to you.

pairing: ts!hinata shoyo x gn!reader | sfw | cw: kinda suggestive (waking up next to each other), slight manga spoilers | genre: fluff | wc: 946

Shoyo can’t believe his luck. Rolling over in bed, he’s greeted by the sweet— and slightly humorous— image of your sleeping figure. You look so peaceful like this, with your hair strewn across his threadbare pillowcase. The figure of the pillow you’re currently resting on is misshapen and wrinkled from the lack of care it’s received during his time abroad.

Last night, he had been embarrassed when you walked in and saw the disarray of his place. When he had imagined taking the person he’s been in love with since high school home, it hadn’t been to a bare and dusty room, but everything happened so fast last night, and he didn’t exactly have time to clean the place up for you. You hadn’t seemed to mind, though.

That was one of the things he liked most about you. How understanding and patient you always were.

Reminiscing on the past evening has his chest swelling with affection and excitement. He’s not sure he can contain his happiness for much longer.

“Are you up yet?” He whispers, trying his best to keep his voice level. In spite of his efforts, his voice penetrates the quiet hum that surrounds his room in a rather abrupt manner.

“Hm?” You murmur sleepily, which makes the spiker’s heartbeat speed up. The sound thrums in his ears, causing his face to heat up.

“I, um-“ He starts, nervous, “ Just asked if you’re up.”

You shift slightly, signaling that you’re still fighting sleepiness. Peeking out of one eye, you shoot Shoyo a soft smile before stretching your limbs slightly. The subtle action quickens his heartbeat, and a wide, unconscious smile spreads across his face. He can’t believe that he gets to experience you like this. A warm tenderness spreads through his body as he admires you further. You’re cute when you’re sleeping, and you’re even cuter when you’ve just woken up.

He may die from happiness.

“What’re you smiling at?” You hum, moving to rest your head on his chest. Shoyo’s sure you can hear the loud boom of his heart, but he’s decided he doesn’t care. All his cards are on the table now; he might as well play them. Blushing, he pulls you closer to him, doing his best to contain how elated he is at this moment.

You nuzzle your face into his chest, and he decides he’s definitely going to die.

Clearing his throat, he smiles down at you, his grin growing impossibly wider. He decides to take a chance when he picks up a piece of your hair and begins to play with it. The feeling of the lock between his fingers has him reveling in the intimacy of the moment. He thinks back to his time in Brazil when he opened up to Heitor about you. His beach volleyball partner had found it amusing— how hopelessly head over heels Shoyo was for you. He’ll have to text him as soon as he gets the chance.

“I asked what you’re smiling about.” You interrupt, poking his cheek playfully, eyes bright with mirth.

Shoyo considers his answer, trying to remember the tips Heitor had given him about how to speak to someone you’re interested in. Mind wandering, his eyes shift to the side of the room. He examines the shabby curtains and takes note of the morning light slipping through them. Maybe he’ll tell you he’s happy you’re here, or he’ll compliment you on how pretty you are. Did you like things like that? He hopes you do.

Before he can decide on an answer, his stomach grumbles loudly.

He freezes, slightly mortified, as the noise echoes through the room. He’s pretty sure Heitor never mentioned that loud stomach noises were a way to make himself more attractive to people.

“Hungry?” You laugh.

Breathing a sigh of relief at your amusement, he chuckles sheepishly, “I guess so.”

You sit up in bed, removing yourself from his grasp, and it’s all Shoyo can do to stop himself from pulling you back in again. Now that he’s experienced your warmth, he never wants to let go.

“You have food here? I can make us something,” You suggest, pushing a loose strand of hair back, bringing more attention to your face. Your position perfectly aligns with the sliver of sun that his curtains have allowed in. The ray of light shines down on you like you’re something out of a dream, which Shoyo figures isn’t half untrue.

Sitting up on his elbows, he shivers from the feeling of the covers slipping off and the cold air hitting his chest. While jarring, it’s a welcome feeling. It reminds him that he’s here and that he’s alive.

“I don’t think there’s much here,” He admits, rubbing the back of his neck, “I think I have, like, some chicken and protein shakes?” Cringing at the statement, he decides he’ll need to stop by the grocery store later today. He needs to be more prepared, especially if you’re going to be coming over more often.

Again, you laugh, looking down at him in adoration.

“I promise I usually have more. Back in Brazil, I-“ He tries to explain but is cut off by the feeling of your lips pressing against his. His breath catches, and electricity shoots through him. The scent of your shampoo is hypnotic. Eagerly, he tries to deepen the kiss, but you pull back before he can.

Staring at you in awe, he pouts at the sudden loss of feeling. You giggle and lay down on him again, “Let’s just stay here then. I like doing this.”

His heart swells once more, and he glances downward at you, smiling, “I like doing this too.”

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ it’s your softness that drives ichigo insane.

your frilly skirts, the way you hum little songs when you fold laundry, how you say “good morning” like it actually means something. how you always ask if he’s eaten, if his hair’s getting too long, if he wants to sit on the bed while you paint your nails so he doesn’t feel lonely.

you’re all sugar. all soft lips and shiny eyes and pastel hearts. and it makes ichigo’s teeth ache.

because the shit he wants to do to you isn’t soft.

and you don’t even realize.

you’ll be standing there at the sink, humming to yourself, sleeves rolled up while you wash dishes, and he’ll walk behind you, hands in his pockets, voice low like it slipped out by accident:

“could bend you over the counter right now.”

you glance over your shoulder, blinking wide and doe-eyed, suds still clinging to your wrist.

“what’d you say, ichi?”

he’s already leaning on the doorframe, casual as hell, one brow up like you’re imagining things.

“huh? nothing. i said we’re outta milk.”

“oh.” you smile again, all sweet and warm. “i’ll add it to the list!”

he smirks—barely. but the heat behind his eyes lingers, eating you alive from ten feet away.

it gets worse when you dress up. little skirts. glossy lip balm. the socks with frilly lace at the edges. he sits on the couch, watching you spin in front of the mirror.

“you look cute,” he mumbles.

you beam. “you think so?”

he shrugs, arms crossed behind his head.

“yeah. real cute. can’t wait to take it off with my teeth.”

you freeze. “what?”

he blinks up at you like he just asked you about the weather. “hmm? said the pink looks nice.”

“…oh. thanks.”

you turn away, but he sees the heat creeping up your neck.

later, he’ll lean against your door, hands in his hoodie pocket, voice low and quiet as you curl up on your bed reading.

“bet if i sucked on your tits just right you’d make the prettiest noises.”

you don’t even process it for a full second. then you look up, mouth parted.

“…what?”

“huh?” he tilts his head. “i said i like your voice.”

“i—ichigo!”

“what?” he says, grinning like he didn’t just drop a nuclear line.

you toss your pillow at him.

but he lives for it. for the way you fluster. for the way your fingers tighten in your skirt, your knees knock together, your face burns.

you’re all soft curves and sweetness and kindness, and he says the most filthy, devastating things under his breath just to watch you melt.

and the best part?

he never admits it.

“y-you said something nasty just now.”

“me?” he says, leaning in, all wide innocent eyes and smug under the surface. “no way, baby girl. i think you’re hearing things again.”

“liar…”

he kisses your forehead.

“better get your ears checked.”

“kei, do you ever think about how strange it is that we've never fought?” you ask, limbs tangled with his as you cuddle on his bed.

it’s 10:03 PM and you’re doing your best to fight against the chilling, icy atmosphere of tsukishima’s room. for some reason, he likes to sleep like a vampire.

“do you want to?” he offers with an arm wrapped around your shoulders. tsukki doesn’t even open his eyes when he responds, too sleepy to entertain another one of your late night overthinking sessions.

“no,” you say calmly, “but we’ve been together for 7 months. we must either be like, the greatest couple of all time or the exact opposite.”

you feel his chest rise and deflate against your head as he lets an overly dramatic sigh.

you knew tsukishima kei wasn’t one for pda. hell, it was one of the things you loved about him. he knew how to make you feel loved without having to scream it to the world.

like that one time on one of your first dates, when you had accidentally fallen asleep on the soft grass of the park while waiting for his weekend practice to end. you woke up with a hand massaging your scalp.

“how long have you been waiting there?” you giggle, rising from your slumber as you rub your eyes awake. he pulls away, casually avoiding your gaze. “why didn’t you wake me?”

kei only shrugs, “you looked peaceful.”

or that other time you got sick for a week and couldn’t make it to school, so he immediately visited you as soon as you got better and brought his backpack with him.

“i got two copies of all the homeworks due next week, so you don’t have to ask the teachers for them.” he unpacks his notes and fishes out two pens from his bag before turning to you. “come, i’ll teach you everything you missed.”

your teachers praised you for how responsible you were, and told you how much they appreciated that you took the initiative to study.

yeah, you totally did that.

or like right now, and all the other nights you’ve spent at his place. because unbeknownst to you, tsukishima kei sets up his bedroom every single time you visit. he tidies up, cleaning even spots that you would never think to look at. but most importantly, and tsukishima knows this routine by heart, he turns the a/c to the highest setting so you’d be forced to cuddle against him underneath his sheets.

“the former,” is all replies with, and you scoff, rolling your eyes.

“but seriously though. how lucky are we to never have fought even after seven months.”

tsukki sighs again, before reluctantly revealing, “we don’t fight because i make it a point to always agree with you.”

you’re taken aback by his words, sitting up slightly as you look him in the eyes, though his are still closed as he tries to focus on sleeping.

“...huh?”

“idiot,” he teases. maybe he thinks calling you names will cover up for how unbelievably sweet he’s being right now, “why would i want to argue with you?” he shifts, trying to subtly move his face away so you don’t see him fully.

“but i can’t always have my way, you know. a relationship should be 50/50, right?”

“not ours.” he presses your head back against his chest, and you hear his heartbeat fasten a little. “you’re the boss.”

BONUS: “and you’ve never paid in your life anyway. you don’t believe in that 50/50 bullshit.” “hey!” “i don’t even know what your wallet looks like.”

@kokokoula this one’s for u <3