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atsumu is loud with his feelings. atsumu is a loverboy. atsumu is a hopeless romantic. atsumu is a crybaby. atsumu says “i love you” after the first date

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"honey," atsumu miya's voice in your ear is like honey, sweet and soft. there's a butterfly in your stomach at how natural his arm rests on your hip before he pinches your ass when you don't reply. "sweetheart. baby."

"it's so fucking early, 'tsumu." you sigh.

this man giggles —giggles— before nosing at your neck and rubbing your waist.

"don't ya want more time with me?"

"no." you look at him up through your lashes from your position on top of him. the early morning light splashes across both of your faces.

angel, he thinks.

cute, you say.

"why, thank you, baby," he gives you a lopsided smile, reserved only for you. "you're pretty adorable yourself."

your nose scrunches at the thought.

"hey, hey, hey, don't do that." his hands go to rest under your shirt, igniting a gasp from you. "let me love you, okay?"

you start to sit up in his lap from the way he's shifting you, and you let yourself go pliant in his grasp. (you let yourself be loved by him.)

your eyes meet eyes the shade of melted dark chocolate. eyes that are like newly-dug earth. silt & sand & clay mixed together. (you let yourself fall in them.)

one of his hands cups your cheek. your eyes almost flutter shut, but the molten shade in his eyes makes you want to keep looking at him.

"verbal answer."

"okay."

(and because love is a sacrament that should be taken kneeling, he does exactly that.)

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you're on cloud nine. you might have actually ascended. there is a happiness in knowing that you have an apartment with the love of your life & the bedroom door is shut & he's on top of you on your bed. you're on cloud nine. you're trying not to melt and desperately failing.

because atsumu miya is kissing you like he's trying to make up for not being able to kiss you all of those years when you didn't know each other.

his lips meet yours again and again, and he's smiling into you & you're smiling into him. you can barely tell where your legs begin and his end, because you're too busy kissing.

"you taste so fuckin' good," atsumu says against you. you sigh into him at the praise, hips softly —almost subconsciously— moving against where you meet. "can't stop cravin' ya, baby."

you run your hands through his hair and his sigh at the contact undoes you. eyes half-lidded and lips a glossy pink as atsumu pulls away, you understand why sailors drown willfully at the sight of a siren. you instantly try & follow him, at which he chuckles.

"kiss me." and who is he to say no to you? just as atsumu enchants you, he adores you. he thinks that you've made him syrupy & saccharine; he looks at you and you are ethereal, pearlescent light licking at your skin until he has the urge to call you an angel.

his lips are on yours. it's stupidly tender and sweet, and you're making these little, breathy sounds that diminish his brain function to zero.

he moves to your cheeks, your forehead, your nose.

"love ya." he pauses, looks at you. a peck on your lips. "i love you so much."

and you kiss again.

"and i think of this, and i am happy, to have kissed your mouth with the force of language, to have spoken your name at all."

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@sunshhinnee ���️

who’s that pokemon? its cleffanya!

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thank you for the tag, nini <3 i love you

tagging: whoever wants to :)

Found this on Twitter and wanted to do it as well

Tagging @inyanime @tsukina @rinslutz @seijohfore (I hope it's okay to tag you guys)

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@cinnamim ⁉️

miss ma’am

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@sunshhinnee ⁉️

his highness the crown prince ✨🌑💫

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morning, sunshine!

feat. luke, artem, vyn, marius

warnings/notes: none, but not fully proofread!

luke:

you are wrapped under a sweltering, heavy weight. the heat alone is enough to have your eyes battering open, but the strong grip around your sides also does you no favors. this happens every morning with him.

"luuuuuke!"

you whine, and though when he's awake he's attentive to your every call, sleeping luke is practically a different man. this rings true especially when he's wrapped around you like a koala bear, clinging to your back and not letting go. he claims to be a light sleeper, but you found the more comfortable he is, the deeper sleep he falls into. how he manages to remain sleeping in the heat is a mystery to even you.

you squirm, trying to shake out of his grasp, but it seems to do nothing but make him secure his arms in place. looks like all that training in the past eight years has paid off.

fate appears to be on your side this morning, though, as the man behind you stirs. soon, there's a kiss to your neck, right where his head was previously tucked into moments ago.

"g'mornin," he mumbles, sleep still clinging to his voice. it's hard to be irritated with such a sweet greeting.

"luke," you sigh, "it's hot. you gotta get off–"

as you speak, you turn slightly to glance at his face. your heart flutters. you know he doesn't mean it, but luke gives you a look that just seems so sad and pitiful...a classic case of puppy-eyes.

"ah," luke's eyes are downcast and his grip starts to loosen, "sorry, watson."

he pulls away slowly, trying to wriggle his arm and leg out from underneath you. now you feel conflicted. how often do the two of you get to stay in bed and cuddle like this?

quickly, you turn around, and your arms fly under his shoulders to curl around his torso. you can feel everything like this. the hard muscles that relax underneath the softness of his shirt, the unrelenting heat of his skin, the pounding of his heartbeat...

"five more minutes." you mutter, not willing to part with him just yet.

luke chuckles, and the sound is so rich and vibrant you can feel that through him, too.

as he holds you closer, luke can't help but grin at his victory.

artem:

dating artem grants you special privileges- the warmth of his hands as you hold them, the taste of the food he makes for you, and an extra warmth beside you as you wake, to name a few.

...or, you would have an extra warmth beside you if artem was in bed.

like any good partner would, you drag yourself out of bed to find him. if you find him hunched over his desk again, you note, you may not have the patience to hold back from dragging him back to bed.

to your surprise, (and delight) artem isn't working. but the sight in front of you...

artem flips through the pages of "Introduction to the Psychology of Love and Attraction," a title you were quite familiar with, seeing how it was always snuck hastily under his desk. you can faintly hear him mumbling the words written on the pages:

"cooking for your partner is one of the main ways to show an interest in domesticity...it also ties into acts of service, a strong love language. hmmm..." his eyes narrow and his brows crease as they meet on his forehead. it's as if the book had insulted him, personally.

despite this, artem only huffs and stands up. as he ties an apron around his waist, you can't help but admire the fact that even though he clearly thinks the book spouts nothing but nonsense, he still makes an attempt. for you.

your mental praise is interrupted by him clearing his throat.

"...you don't have to help, if you don't want, but..." there's pink in his cheeks. it trails all the way up to his ears, "do you...do you have to stare at me like that?"

he's cute, you think, and as you skip over to him to give him a peck on the cheek and help out, you are reminded that he's yours too.

that fact makes the breakfast the two of you made taste even better.

vyn:

it isn't as much morning as it is afternoon. the sun has almost fully stretched into the sky, and vyn has just opened his eyes for the day.

he would be in bed for longer, in all honesty, but how could he? you aren't there beside him.

pale light greets him through the open blinds of the windows, and eyes of gold have to adjust to the real world again. groggily, he unfolds himself from the sheets of your shared bed. drowsiness makes his feet practically sink through the floor, effectively slowing him down. what wakes him is the sound of your laughter. or more specifically, you laughing at him.

"you look like a zombie, vyn."

he only grumbles lightly in response to you comment. silver hairs are uncharacteristically ruffled out of their place, and as you lift your hand to fix them vyn practically nuzzles against your palm. incredible what a lack of sleep (or rather, too much of it) can do to a person.

"forgive me," he says in a tone more sarcastic than apologetic, "i found myself quite startled when you weren't beside me." again, you laugh, and vyn find himself smiling at the sound.

"sorry, ended up waking up early today. well..." you pause, remembering that a few moments before noon isn't exactly early, "earlier than usual. didn't wanna wake you up."

"hmmm. well, you did technically wake me up, in fact." slim fingers are pulling you closer to him. you meet the smooth skin of his chest that peeks through his robe before you can react. one hand slides down to your waist while the other elegantly lifts your chin. even when he just woke up, vyn seems to be determined to sweep you off your feet.

"so, love, how will you make this up to me?"

marius:

marius von hagen, ceo of pax. he's involved in too many scandles to count, and despite this, still carries a sophisticated aura that makes him seem untouchable.

...and right now he is struggling in your kitchen.

marius is great at many things, has countless skills  and experiences under his belt, but he is not a good cook. he has more than enough money to order out, or even hire a personal chef to come and cook for him. but this meal has to be special. it has to be made by him.

because breakfast in bed isn't as special unless it's your lover that's making it.

marius is usually an early riser. managing a whole company is demanding work, after all, and sleep seems to be the one luxury he is deprived of. even so, he used his ultra rare morning free-time just to do something nice for you. or...at least attempt.

the thought of your smiling face makes him giddy. so giddy in fact that the egg he cracked misses the bowl and lands right on the counter. he blinks at it for a fraction of a second before moving to grab a paper towel. he practically rips the paper from its roll, and hurriedly wipes the poor, unused egg away.

"maybe i should give my chefs a raise..." he mutters to himself. he's always appreciated the arts, but maybe he should dedicate more of it to those who have to cook regularly. he glares at his phone once more. the title of the article, "Top Ten Easy Recipes for Beginners" glares back and mocks him. who knew pancakes would be so finicky?

he breathes in and out once, twice and then once more, before he focuses back on his task. he refuses to be bested by a bowl of batter. he already knows that the reaction he'll receive will make everything worth it.

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hmm i'm not quite sure how i feel about these banner things for tot >_<) but unlike genshin, the namecards aren't really available 0_0 but lemme know what you think! likes and reblogs appreciated!! thank you for reading <3

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atsumu thinks that maybe he should’ve thought this through.

okay, he knows he should’ve thought this through—but right now—with wide eyes and shared breaths and the remnants of ‘i love you’ still heavy on his tongue—he can’t really find it within himself to care.

“say it again,” you murmur, and though he’s close enough to feel the vibration of your throat against his skin and the hum of your voice against his mouth, he can’t drink you in enough—can’t drink this in enough.

he tilts his head, raising a brow in your direction, and soft laughter falls from your lips as you kiss him again.

“say it again, ‘tsumu.” realization bubbles in his chest and you only laugh harder at the clueless little look on his face. “i wanna hear it again.”

“oh—“ he rolls his tongue over the back of his teeth—a little more shocked than he’d ever care to admit. “i love you.”

and if he could see the smile that tugs across your lips for the rest of his life, he would. he would memorize the lines of your teeth and the creases by your eyes and the way all of you—at least for the moment—seems to bleed so perfectly into all of him. he would tell you he loves you over and over just to see that look again and again—and he’d do it shamelessly at that.

his fingers reach for your cheeks and his lips meet yours again—a soft little motion with a warmth that nearly swallows you both—and you tug at his sleeve, a grin growing wider across your face.

“atsumu,” you muse, his name rolling off your tongue with a breath so much like home that he’d live in it if he could.

and he smiles, “yeah, angel?”

“i think i’m supposed to tell you i love you too.”

(and now he’s sure he can feel his pounding in his chest.)

“yeah,” he laughs. “i think you are.”

and he’s not really sure how he got here—how someone like him ended up with someone like you—but when a soft little ‘i love you, ‘tsumu,’ falls from the back of your throat, he knows he would do anything to have this again.

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 Random Koga headcanons

a/n: Koga headcanons because he needs more appreciation <3:

warnings: nail biting

notes:  © all rights belong to yuezhong, Koga Oogami belongs to HappyElements. Please do not plagiarize or copy any of my works and upload them anywhere. Reblog if you enjoyed! It helps a lot <3 send in an ask to be added to my taglist or fill up this form 

🦇 He probably bites his nails when he’s nervous so his nail beds are bitten to the core. In order to help him curb this bad habit, Adonis and Rei have taken it upon themselves to help him by supplying chewing gum or other snacks he likes to keep Koga’s teeth away from his nails

🦇 Talks to his dog in an (attempted) high-pitched voice [as someone with a dog, I do that with my dog sometimes so I can see koga doing this. You cannot change my mind <3.] or babytalks to it.  He only does it when there’s no one around though

🦇 Sings more sentimental songs when he’s in the shower and he sounds really good too. Rarely sings in his mellower voice so no one will get to witness his softer vocals </3 

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mutuals i am politely asking you what color i remind you of

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Sometimes at night I think about timeskip Aran’s arm sleeves and I cry (happily)

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★ ૮₍ ≧ . ≦ ₎ა 𝙐𝙍 𝙄𝙉 𝙃𝙀𝙍 𝘿𝙈𝙎, 𝙄’𝙈 𝙄𝙉 𝙃𝙀𝙍 𝙋𝘼𝙉𝙏𝙎 !!

ღ. synopsis ; when the comments gets to rowdy  ღ. featuring ; k. bbakugou, i. midoriya, t. iida, e. kirishima, h. sero, s. todoroki,  ღ. cw ; aged up bnha (they’re 18+), slightly suggestive, feral bnha ღ. notes ; i think i like my formatting. its hot. anyways enjoy <3 ღ. reader ; female 

katsuki bakugou 

he hates certain comments on your posts

espically on tiktok 

you know those tiktoks where every single comment has a response to it? yeah that’s him 

there was one incident where he got temp-banned from tiktok from commenting too much 

whenever you post a hot photo of yourself on insta katsuki spends at least two hours scrolling through comments making sure that people stay on their best behavior 

and god forbid that someone comments something remotely flirty under your comments with pure rage 

“you shitty nerds wouldn’t even know how to handle the loml back the fuck off” 

but on the flip side he’ll make sure the next photo you take if riddled with hickies 

his pr team has fun

izuku midoriya 

he thinks they’re cute 

he’ll ask you some of the meanings behind them 

“baby @ user said I look submissive and breedable? what does that mean?” 

he’s so cute oh my lord

also he finds time to respond on every single comment 

“@ user commented: IZUKU ONE CHANCE PLEASE 😭☝🏾” and he’s over here like “I do not think it would work out too well, since i am taken with no resolve to leave

he likes putting them down easy, even though you keep telling him he can be mean to them 

i mean he causes the comment 99.9% of the time with his after gym inst posts? yea

tenya iida 

he doesn’t understand them

poor thing 

he’d probably looks at his comment section so confused 

late at night, he’s just thinking it over 

he always responds to it so hesitantly 

he calls the simp comments the iidanation tho

and there was the time where you told him to call his fans my slime💪🏾😈‼️

they don’t let him live it down to this day 

he has my slime merch somewhere el o el

kirishima eijiro 

he’s so cheerful about it 

any comment is usually responded by 💪🏾💞😼 thank you 

some variation by that

he genuinely thinks they are being nice and he wants to support his fans 

HES !!!!! BEING !!!!! MANLY !!!! 

his instagram lives are just him talking to his fans about his day and absolutely nothing else 

kisses the screen at the end of each live and telling everyone he loves you 

because he does !!!!!

sero hanta 

he understands to the fullest extent what he’s doing 

man is lean, a little too fucking lean and he always likes riling up his audience.

so he flirts back 

don’t worry doesn’t entertain them for long 

long enough for people to start editing him 

and when they do, best believe that he’s reposting them to his reels with the longest line of emojis known to man 

and always hyping them up and telling them how good they made him look. 

shoto todoroki 

rarely answers them

shoto likes going on lives rather then posting so whenever he gets comments, he answers them live

and most of the time he’s doing live with you 

so whenever he sees a particularly eye raising comments he almost always acts clueless, asking you to elaborate 

“oh? would you like to explain darling” 

there are just a bunch of fan edits of him calling his fans darlings 

which is the cutest thing to him

— tagging ; @christiansdior​ ; @hajiluvr​ ; @that-one-queer-poc​ ; @shoberri​ ; @frannky​ ; @delvine​​ ; @izukus-gf​ ; @megurulvr​ ; @sscarchiyo​ ; @uxavity​ ; @katsumox​ 

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atsumu listens to kari faux.

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— C U Girl.

Musician! Sero x black! fem! college stu! reader (Quirkless AU)

TW: Swearing, suggestive in like a singular chunk, marijuana use in the beginning

Hanta took a long hit from the half finished blunt, eyes red and low hanging as he blew a white cloud of smoke from his lips. He sat comfortably in a bean bag, legs spread wide with a notebook resting on his thigh, pen tapping the pages lightly, matching the beat that was playing.

Staring at the blank page, Hanta kissed his teeth and groaned.

Nothing. He had absolutely nothing.

He didn't know what it was. He'd been playing the beat Denki made him for hours now, scrapped multiple versions of the song, even tried smoking to get his creativity going.

But still, he hadn't had a single good idea for this song. And the only thing that made him feel better about it was you.

"That's it." Hanta muttered.

As Hanta began to jot down lyrics like a madman, he wondered why he hadn't thought of this earlier.

You. His amazing, beautiful, girlfriend. His muse.

You're all he ever thinks about, despite the two of you often living far apart. He was out traveling and growing his career in music, and you were in college pursuing your own dreams.

Being apart was hard for both of you of course, but it was especially hard on Hanta. He couldn't help but feel lonely without you there, even when he was standing on stage in front of hundreds of people.

Hanta constantly thought about you, and if he wasn't it's because he was talking to you or texting you.

I wanna see you girl.

But most of all, he missed you.

Hanta couldn't stand being away from you, if he could be with you all the time, he would. It honestly even got harder for him to write songs without you there.

He missed everything about you.

Your hair, your smile, your laugh— the way you feel.

I wanna please you girl.

Hanta could never help the toothy grin that plastered itself on his face when you'd randomly send pictures of you in nothing but a towel, or even just a normal bikini selfie. Those would usually be harmless, just normal pictures. Maybe even goofy sometimes, with you making a face, saying something dumb, or even using one of those filters that morphs you into an animal.

But the blush that would creep its way up to his ears when you'd send a basic mirror photo of you with your arm covering your bare chest, sat on the floor with your knees beneath you, braids cascading down your back perfectly as if aphrodite herself had set them in place?

That kind of blush was even beyond the help of celestial bodies.

And again, such a basic pose. But the way you could switch it up from acting like you have no sense to the sexiest person he's ever seen, always sent the best kind of chill through his body.

Go head and be you girl.

And God, Hanta could sit for hours just talking to you. Hell, not even talking, just listening to you talk. Say anything, literally anything, talk about your day, something crazy you saw on campus, just do it. He'll find the way you do it mesmerizing.

It doesn't matter if you're stuttering, keep forgetting parts of the story, or veer off into a totally different topic— it's amazing.

You're amazing.

So effortlessly beautiful, no matter what you're doing. Incredibly funny, even if what you said wasn't supposed to make you both laugh as hard as it did. And maybe it's his understanding of you speaking, but you always make what you're saying clear, even if you have to make weird examples to make it that way.

Can't wait to see you girl.

Though Hanta loved his life of traveling, and touring all around making music, there were times where he missed you more than anything. So much that he's seriously considered running off while on tours, just to go be with you.

But of course, he can't. So he bares through it, and opts for writing songs about you to get him through it.

"Ya' ready, Hanta?" Denki asked, looking at Hanta through the glass of the sound booth.

Hanta adjusted his headphones and got him self comfortable on the stool one last time, before clearing his throat and giving Denki a thumbs up.

Denki gave him a count down on his fingers, starting from three, and played the track once he got to zero.

" I haven't seen you in a while, you know I miss you babe

When you hear this song feel flattered it's about your face

And how I miss it and I wish that I could see you more

But you're in college now and I'm about to go on tour

I wanna see you girl

I wanna please you girl

Go head and be you girl

Can't wait to see you girl "

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Climbing into your bed to get some rest for the night, you checked your phone one last time as you wrapped yourself in warm sheets.

You smiled at your phone, seeing a single text notification from Hanta. And upon opening it, your face grew warm as you let out a soft chuckle at the text:

'I wanna c u girl' 12:12 am

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another atsumu drabble because I said so

cuddling with atsumu. especially in the morning when he’s all sleepy and clingy and trying to get you to stay in bed for five more minutes. he’d bury his head into your neck and wrap an arm around your waist and whine about how early it is as he reaches under your shirt and lightly traces patterns on your stomach. he’d purposefully dig his fingers in a little to hear your tired giggles as you try and fail to get him off of your back. the more he wakes up the tighter his grip gets and eventually you’re giving up all hope of ever getting out of bed anytime soon. it doesn’t really bother you, and he knows it. he knows you’d much rather be wrapped up in his arms as the two of you slowly wake up together and make quiet conversation about what to do for breakfast. he knows you love it when you turn in his arms to face him and he immediately goes in for his routine good morning kiss. he knows you love it even more when he finally finds the energy to pepper light kisses all over your face and neck by the way you laugh and run your fingers through his hair, pleading with him to stop but really just pulling him closer to your skin. he knows it when he reaches your collarbones and just for a moment rests his head on your chest and hears your heartbeat, strong and steady, speed up a bit as his hands find your waist and he whispers sweet nothings to the love of his life. he knows you love him and he couldn’t ask for a better morning routine.

so yeah, cuddling with atsumu, especially in the morning.