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just a tiny bokuto peeking in

#meki.reblogs

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how did i go this long without nanami

#like hello?? #dream man fr #meki.talks #jjk nanami

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ushi is so chew toy coded

he comes home from a run one day and he’s in a black compression shirt that you urged him to buy and god are you glad you did. your eyes lock onto his biceps, of course, which almost look like they’re bulging out of the sleeves.

“toshi, that shirt looks so good on you,” you tell him. you can almost see the outline of his six pack, and the way his pectorals stretch out the shirt a little.

“well, you did suggest i buy it, love, so i would hope so,” he replies, smiling softly as you stride towards him.

“like i literally just wanna…”

he doesn’t expect the way you take his arm, and bring his bicep to your mouth, and sink your teeth into it. you don’t do it hard or anything, just enough until you’re satisfied.

he’s puzzled, and he doesn’t hide that in his facial expression whatsoever. however he doesn’t have the heart to question you out loud. perhaps, he thinks, it’s equivalent to you kissing him. then again, why not just kiss him?

when you’ve had your fill, you blink up at him with an face he wants to keep in his mind forever.

“sorry, your arms look so biteable,” you explain.

��did you have fun?” he asks.

“i did, thank you,” you tell him, throwing your arms around his shoulders and pressing your lips to his.

it happens again when he gets out of the shower one evening. he walks into the living room where you’re watching some drama series, and he’s in sweats and nothing else. the tips of his hair are wet. he settles onto the couch next to you and in the corner of your eye, you see his pecs. plump. squishy.

“these look bigger,” you tell him, reaching over to squeeze one of them in your hand. “is that why you’ve been in the gym so much?”

“i’ve been going a normal amount i think,” he replies, unfazed by your groping.

“hmm,” you say, like you’re genuinely musing, and then with that you lean in to take his pec in your mouth.

this time wakatoshi chuckles with surprise, a short, deep rumble of laughter at the sensation of you nibbling at his skin.

“is this your… thing now?” he asks.

you sit back, smiling, a cat that got the cream. “mhm.”

after that he’s never safe from you ever again. his forearms, cheeks, neck, collarbones, thighs are all chewed on. he doesn’t complain though. he would never.

wakatoshi has struggled with intimacy and affection his entire life—it wasn’t something he came face to face with often. you, however, are showing him everything he’s missed out on. so now, every time you bite him, his heart flutters and he feels grateful.

#nom #meki.reblogs

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these nanami edits might have been the push i needed to start jjk

#need nanami biblically #meki.talks

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Hello again! I'm not dead, either.😂 How are you?? I hope you've been okay.

-Suga anon🤍

suga anon!!! i've been busy since school started but it's finally gotten bad enough that i've returned to tumblr! how are you??

#suga anon 🤍 #meki.asks

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I am not dead

#meki.talks

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i feel seen

rest in piece to porco, i would have liked to taste your pock cock before you died </3

#meki.reblogs

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i need to know every language immediately

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I physically recoiled

Your Name

summary: a cringefic in which i attempt to use every cliche in fanfic existence

tags/warnings: cringe, may trigger wattpad flashbacks, oikawa, stale characterization of y/n

a/n: i’d apologize but i’m not sorry

It was a sunny blue day, the complete opposite of how I felt. After all, yesterday I was dumped by my only boyfriend ever. But he’s irrelevant I guess, time to focus on me. I threw my hair in a messy bun and put on my uniform. My mascara had run all down my face last night from my crying. Grabbing some makeup wipes, I tried to lessen the black smears. I was mildly successful. 

Then I trudged downstairs to eat breakfast before school, only to find a note from my parents again. Another business meeting. Ugh. Suddenly I realized I was gonna be late for school. I got a piece of toast, put on my converse, grabbed my backpack and ran to the train station. 

I dashed through the school gate and sprinted up the steps of my high school, Aoba Johsai. I was just heading to put switch my shoes before I crashed into someone, their drink spilling all over us.

“Hey, are you alright” I looked up towards the soothing voice to see Toru Oikawa, the hottest boy at school staring back at me. “O-Oikawa-san! I’m so sorry!” I stuttered, feeling my cheeks grow red at his gaze. “Let me help you up,” he extended his soft, veiny hand for me to take, seemingly unaware of the spilled drink around him. Accepting his offer, I rose to my feet and tried not to look at him. “S-sorry for all the trouble. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?” I stammered. “Hm, I think there is actually!” He smiled warmly. “Meet me on the roof at lunch time and I’ll tell you.” And with that he headed to his next class, leaving me in my bewilderment. 

“Whoa, was that Oikawa-san?” Said my friend, Nai. I had never bothered to get to know her since she’s only there to focus on my problems. “Y-yeah, I accidentally bumped into him today. He’s gonna meet me on the school roof at lunch.” Her eyes widened. “Oh my goodness you’re so lucky Y/N! All the girls here would kill to have a moment alone with Oikawa.” A mischievous glint appeared in her eye. “Maybe he’s going to confess to you!” She giggled. “W-what? No way! He’d never like someone as boring as me.” I thought back to all my time in high school. I was never like the other girls. I didn’t care for makeup and I hated pink. What could Oikawa possibly see in me?

I didn’t have much time to think about this as my classes flew by. I couldn’t think of anything besides Oikawa. As soon as the bell rang, I ran up to the roof, pausing momentarily outside the door to catch my breath and still my heart which was beating way too fast. Mustering the last bits of my courage, I pushed open the door, to find Oikawa a little ways away, standing with his back to the door. “Ah Y/N, you made it!” He walked over to me and I felt my legs get weak. “I have something I want to say Y/N.” He was directly in front of me and I could feel the piercing gaze of his brown orbs. “Yes?” I whispered. He smiled. “I like you, Y/N. I’ve always liked you. Please go out with me.” Now my face was completely red. I paused for a beat, trying to gather the words before I finally gave my response. “I’d love to!” I managed to squeak out. “I’d love to go on a date with you.” “Great!” He grabbed my hand and gave it a squeeze before leading me back to the cafeteria to eat. Maybe today wasn’t such a bad day after all. 

@silkylious​ @kyoutxni​ @sanoskata​ @pyobeul​

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watching brother's conflict

pray for me

#brother's conflict #meki.talks

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am i actually back this time?

#who knows #meki.talks

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when men roll up their sleeves. ok whore

#meki.reblogs

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follow the tiktok bc why not

https://www.tiktok.com/@willwork4onigiri?_t=8VbijIh02tW&_r=1

#im so down bad on there #so yeah #meki.talks

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i'm in my discord kitten era

#this is not a drill #ya girl has an amazon wishlist #so you gotta do what you gotta do #meki.talks

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Kuroo Headcanons

he badly photoshops you into his selfies when he's on a trip

snorts really badly when he laughs so he tries to correct it

smells like cedarwood

plays fortnite because it's fairly easy and he likes making little kids cry

cried during bambi

is definitely an art snob

absolutely loves your skincare nights

he bought matching headbands for when the two of you do facials

had a hot wheels phase

can't draw in general, but is really good at drawing hands

he definitely trolls you

like if your phone was on the counter, he'll move it for a moment

so when you look back and see it missing, you'll look somewhere else, and then he'll put it back

gets really passionate when he talks about something new he learned and it's so cute

has satin pillowcases to perfect his bedhead

he has a fake account just to chase kenma in games

actually hasn't gotten to kill him but it's highly unsettling to kenma when kodzuken_killer pops up on any of his games and starts chasing him

likes to kiss the back of your hand

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did we really just get the final part of haikyuu in movie form??

#i dont read japanese #so might be wrong #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #meki.talks

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Shout out to my Quirky black girls Tall black girls Short black girls Fair skinned black girls Light skinned black girls Dark skinned black girls Fun sized black girls Ivy League black girls Community college black girls Hippie black girls Trans black girls Queer black girls Nerd black girls Alternative black girls Black girls with disabilities Blck girls with mental health issues Indie black girls Afrocentric black girls Curly haired black girls Short haired black girls Long haired black girls Straight haired black girls Black girls with piercings Black girls with colored hair Black girls who love to read Black girls who play instruments Black girls who are scholars Black girls who like ballet Black girls who like to twerk Black girls who like rap Black girls who like art Black girls who like classical music

To all black girls who refuse to be subjected to prejudices and forced into a mold. I love you.