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💛 Atsumu Miya Dating Headcanons 💛

General Personality in the Relationship

• Atsumu is loud, flirty, and dramatic—but when he’s with you, it’s clear he’s all in. He thrives on affection and thrives even more when you give him attention back.

• He loves to brag about you to literally anyone who will listen: Osamu, his teammates, random people at the convenience store—everyone knows you’re his partner.

• He calls you nicknames constantly. They range from cute ones like “darlin’” to ridiculous ones like “my lil setter-in-training” even if you don’t play volleyball.

Affection & Love Language

• Physical touch is his biggest love language. He’ll sling an arm over your shoulder, hold your hand in public, and sneak in cheek kisses when you least expect it.

• He’s the type to get pouty if you pull away too quickly, whining: “C’mon darlin’, don’t leave me hangin’.”

• Loves when you initiate affection—if you grab his hand first or hug him unexpectedly, he practically melts.

Dating Vibes

• He gets jealous easily, but it’s never in a toxic way—it’s more of a dramatic whine like: “Ya laughin’ at his joke but not mine? Betrayal!”

• He’s surprisingly supportive. If you have something you’re passionate about, Atsumu will hype you up louder than anyone else.

• He secretly loves domestic moments. Watching movies while you lean on him, cooking together (even if he burns half the meal), or you patching up his sore muscles after practice—he lives for that softness.

With Osamu Around

• Atsumu teases you endlessly when Osamu’s there, but Osamu always gives you that look like “please don’t enable him.”

• Osamu likes you though, and lowkey appreciates that you balance out Atsumu’s chaos. Sometimes you and Osamu gang up on Atsumu for fun.

Volleyball & Games

• He drags you to every game possible, always making sure you’re front row.

• After a win, he rushes to the stands to find you, grinning ear-to-ear. After a loss, he’ll sulk, but your comfort is the one thing that helps.

• He’s competitive even with you, so if you play any games together (video games, board games, mini sports), expect him to go all out. If you win, he’ll claim you cheated—but still secretly beam with pride.

Extra Cute Things

• He steals your clothes. Hoodies, jackets, even accessories. He claims it’s because they’re comfy, but really it’s because it smells like you.

• He sends you the most unhinged texts mid-practice like: “Do ya think I’d look good with blonde tips???” or “Coach won’t let me eat ramen before trainin’, this is an act of WAR.”

• Loves making you laugh. If he finds a joke that makes you laugh once, he’ll repeat it until Osamu threatens to hit him with a rice ball.

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perfect 😌🫶

the first time you accidentally say i love you to atsumu, it’s a complete accident.

he’d taken you out on countless dates, bought you flowers just because, texted you whenever he’d have a free moment, atsumu miya was truly becoming part of your routine, and you were thrilled with it.

the words tease your tongue every now and again, wandering and eager to slip, tingling with yearn to tell the setter how you really feel, how in love with him you truly are.

but could you really be the one to tell him? open up this door of potential rejection and isolation, heartbreak that resets the cycle again with no mercy.

could you really deal with the small talk again? the struggle to make plans, the abhorrent drone of neglect and disregard for your feelings time and time again? would it be worth it to tell atsumu miya that you love him, only for him to tell you he doesn't reciprocate?

the thought exhausts you, turns your brain into a mush of anguish until you see atsumu once again for another date. a wander around town, under the beautiful lights of the city that shine like stars in atsumu's honeyed eyes.

it makes you feel so safe. so secure.

so loved.

as he walks you to your home, hand resting gently on the small of your back as he follows you, he listens to you yap about everything on your mind, whatever plagues your mind and sticks with you as something trivial turned important to share with him.

you try to ignore the heartbreak as you two finally stop in front of your door.

"this is me," you chuckle.

"it is," he returns. his smile dazzles under the light outside your door. he looks ethereal, like he was designed with perfection in mind, and he's yours.

he's all yours.

"have a great night, yeah?" he adds, hands pooling in his pockets.

"i will," you giggle

“bye,” he smiles.

"have a good night, love you,” you say, kissing the corner of his mouth, opening your door and walking in before closing it behind you.

then. you freeze.

your hand comes up to cover your mouth, eyes blown wide and embarrassment coursing through you. tears sting the back of your eyes, you hadn’t meant to say that, it slipped out without you even knowing about it, like you had said it a million times before like it was part of your routine.

but… had you meant to say it? it felt natural, it felt right, even if the timing wasn’t exactly perfect. you love atsumu. you’ve fallen head over heels, you’ve been so enamored with him ever since the day you met him.

there’s a knock on your door that interrupts your thoughts. you screw your eyes shut, not wanting to face the other side.

but you do. you have to.

you slowly open the door to reveal atsumu miya, his cheeks bright red and eyes curved in complete confusion, but there’s delight in his gaze. “you love me?” he whispers.

you go silent. you swallow thickly.

you nod.

“yes.”

atsumu doesn’t waste a second before grabbing you by the cheeks and pulling you in for a kiss, deep and desperate and excited, he’s so excited. your hands grab his biceps as you return the kiss, letting him take everything that he needs from you, every assurance and every promise that you love him, you love him so much, you worship the ground he walks on and the mere existence of him puts you at ease.

"i love you, too."

the words are babbled against your lips in a desperate act of gratuity, and as you melt into him, you wonder what exactly stopped you from telling him this weeks ago.

My shaaayylaaa 😫😫❤️❤️🫶🫶

From the sketchbook ✨🐰

Baby bunnies 🤩😍🥹🫶🫶

YoI be like

This made me smile so much 🙂‍↕️😁😄😇😌🫶🫶

jason, in all his aggressive glory, was actually so sweet and gentle in bed.

you were currently on top of him kissing his neck. “mmhm, that feels great baby.” he cooed in your ear rubbing his hands against your ass cheeks.

the affect of you kissing on him was very hard (pun intended), to ignore. “you hard for me, pretty boy?” you muttered below his ear before nipping at the lobe.

you both had just gotten out of the shower which is what started this whole thing. jay had seen you lotioning your body after drying off and instantly got hard. which in turn, resulted in this make-out session.

those frilly little pajama shorts you had on made him all flustered and bashful.

with each kiss you placed on his neck, you’d slightly grind down against the bulge. “hm-fuck..” the man huffed breathlessly “please, keep going..ill be good” he promised whining.

“you’ll be good, jay?” you asked condescendingly moments before you swiped your tongue across the side of his neck. he shuddered at that and hummed “yes, ill be really good, i swear.” shaking his head rapidly.

you giggled at his enthusiasm and ground down against where he wanted you. jason hissed and raised his hands to hover above your hips—“can i touch you?” looking up at you with that wide eyed expression.

he looked so painfully turned on.

you nodded watching as he rocked your hips against his slowly and carefully. “that good?” he choked out in between his whimpers and whines, “that’s perfect baby, steady just like that.” you praised him taking note of the way his eyes fluttered at that.

“thank you” he would offer while clinging around your waist, “you’re most certainly welcome baby.”

Perfect 😌❤️🫶

Yuna and David having watched their autistic son be so isolated all of his adult life and never having a happy relationship or close friends who understand his anxiety and then finding out that the man they’ve spent a decade hating on his behalf can casually talk him down from a panic attack in less than a minute

Maybe one day I’ll have someone like Ilya Rozanov to my Shane Hollander.. ❤️🫶

The only sounds in the room were the frantic, ragged pulls of Katsuki’s breath and the soft, obscene wet sound of your mouth on his skin.

He was a masterpiece of tension, strung up on the bed with his own capture weapon, the thick bands of orange fabric cinched tight around his wrists and ankles, anchoring him spread-eagle to the four posts. Every corded muscle in his arms and abdomen was rigid, trembling with the strain of holding back, of trying and failing to maintain control.

You were draped over him like a contented cat, your body a warm, languid weight on his. Your head was pillowed on his chest, your focus entirely on one pebbled, abused nipple. You sucked on it slowly, deeply, your tongue flicking over the hypersensitive nub with a rhythm that was driving him out of his mind. It was red and wet and so overly stimulated he was half-convinced, in his delirium, that if you just sucked a little harder, it might just fall off.

And your hand… Gods, your hand.

It was wrapped around his cock, which was an angry, leaking, throbbing shade of red. You weren't jerking him off. That would imply a pace meant for conclusion. No, you were stroking him. A maddeningly slow, torturous up-and-down motion with a slick, tight fist, using his own pre-come as lubrication. It was a lazy, almost absent-minded rhythm you’d maintained for what felt like an eternity. An hour? Maybe more. Time had lost all meaning in the haze of this exquisite agony.

“F-Fuck… you…” he gritted out, his voice a shattered, hoarse thing. It lacked all its usual fire, all its explosive power. It was the plea of a broken man.

You hummed against his nipple, the vibration shooting straight down his spine to his already over-sensitized cock. Your thumb circled the weeping head, smearing the pearl of fluid around in slow, deliberate circles.

“I know, Katsu,” you murmured, your voice a soft, warm puff of air against his damp skin. “I know.”

A tear, hot and furious, escaped the corner of his eye, tracing a path through the sweat on his temple and into his spiky blond hair. He tried to arch his back, to thrust up into that infuriatingly perfect fist, but the bonds held him fast. He was completely, utterly at your mercy.

“Please…” The word was torn from him, so quiet it was almost inaudible. It was a word he hated, a word that tasted like defeat. But the need was a physical pain now, a tight, coiling thing in his gut that was screaming for release.

Your hand stilled. Completely.

His entire body went rigid, a silent scream locked in his throat. The absence of sensation was somehow more torturous than the slow stroke.

You lifted your head from his chest, your lips swollen and glistening. You looked at his face—the clenched jaw, the tear-streaked cheeks, the desperate, pleading crimson of his eyes. You saw the war there, the pride shattering into a million pieces under the weight of his need.

You leaned forward, your lips brushing his ear. “Please, what, my love?” you whispered, your voice dripping with a gentle, devastating dominance. “Use your words.”

He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing painfully. The humiliation was a live wire, but the need was stronger. Pride was a luxury he could no longer afford.

He took a shuddering breath, his eyes squeezing shut as another tear escaped. “Please… let me come.”

The permission, once given, shattered the last of his resistance. A broken sob escaped him.

And you rewarded him.

Your hand began to move, but not with the torturous slowness of before. The lazy circles became a focused pressure on the bundle of nerves under the head. The languid strokes vanished, replaced by a firm, fast, perfect rhythm he knew was meant for his end. It was a piston-like motion, tight and demanding, your slick fist moving over his heated flesh with a purpose that was both merciful and devastating. The sound changed, too—from soft, wet slides to a quicker, more urgent friction that filled the room. His chest rose and fell, soft pathetic whimpers leaving his lips one after another as he drew closer and closer, teary eyes locked onto your moving hand, practically begging you not to stop. It was only a dozen strokes, maybe less, before the coil snapped.

He cried out, a raw, guttural sound as his orgasm ripped through him, violent and overwhelming. His body bowed against the restraints as he spilled himself over your fist and his own stomach in hot, pulsing stripes, the pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. He shuddered through it, completely spent, his breath coming in ragged, sobbing gasps.

As the last tremors wracked his frame, you gently released him. You leaned over him again, brushing the damp hair from his forehead before placing a soft, reverent kiss on his lips.

“Good boy,” you whispered.

Mmm… something about making him beg 😮‍💨🔥

Denki is a little freak who will do whatever you want him to, but then there's things that you only do because you know he likes it. For example, spitting in his mouth.

When he's under you and you're riding him, hands on his chest to stabilize you, and his mouth his slack open, tongue threatening to loll out? You just spit, a big glob of saliva straight onto his tongue. He moans so loud, whining as he swallows and opens his eyes like he expects more to be falling. "Do it again." He whine, fingers slightly clawing into your back while he arches his, pushing is chest to yours before flopping back down again with a pathetic sigh.

So you do spit in his mouth again, pressing your thumb into the glob that sits on his tongue, smearing it around his teeth and his lips, wiping your fingers off on his cheek. He loves it, he thanks you after he swallows, "Thank you, thank you, thank you, I love you, thank you." You almost want to laugh because how did you spitting in mouth and smearing it around his face make him thankful? But when you go, "You're welcome, baby." and shove your thumb down on his tongue again, pressing so when he swallows its just a little bit hard to do so, leaning down to press your mouth to his just to drool into it, he cums immediately. He's shaking, feet kicking at the bed while his hips jerk.

What a little freak.

Objection, I would very much be delighted to spit into a thankful Denki’s mouth 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🥰👄👄💦💦❤️.

beautiful, beloved, mine (m)

summary: you set him ablaze. he can only hope you like watching him burn for you. alternatively: this love for you is consuming him, and it all comes out in a badly vomited confession after he corners you at a gala.

pairings: shouto todoroki x f!reader

genre: pro heroes au, characters are aged up 20+

warnings: smut, dry humping, shouto comes in his pants, sub!shouto, he’s a good boi for you, he loves you very much n wants to be your baby

length: 2,447

notes: can u tell how much i love him pls -

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“Can I be yours?”

Shouto Todoroki, ranked third pro-hero in Japan, has his strong arms braced around your head. In all your years of friendship, he has never been anything but exceedingly polite. He is well-behaved, thoughtful and sharp. He is guarded, though not intentionally, not anymore—it is reflex, a shield he has never really learned to lower. A reminder of his childhood.

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😭🥹👏👏👏❤️❤️❤️❤️🫶🫶🫶🫶Fuckn loved this. 10/10.

I still fuckn love this. 10/10 does reread.

safe word > keigo takami/hawks (mha)

Word Count: 1.8k

Ship: Sub!Keigo/Hawks x Dom!Reader

Warnings: Smut, boooo hero commission bad, spanking, reader gets a little mean (consensually), sub drop, keigo’s having a bad day & doesn’t cope well with it, mentions & use of sex toys

the door to keigo’s office closed with a firm click. never a proper slam, keigo scared of the repercussions of anyone catching his ‘improper attitude’ and being ‘ungrateful’ for the position he’s in.

you looked up from where you sat in his office chair, and you pushed your file aside as you took him in. “birdie?” keigo fought the urge to beeline to you, and with great restraint, walked over to you and put on one of his charming smiles.

Want this kind of love, trust, and connection so bad.

latched on > keigo takami/hawks (mha)

Word Count: 1.3k

Ship: Sub!Keigo Takami (Hawks) x Dom!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, smut (very loose term), mentions of abuse from the hero commission, mentions of call girls (if you squint), mention of violence (also if you squint), allusion to sub drop

A/N: Baby’s first attempt at writing some attempt at smut, I may try and do a full smut with sub!hawks later, I love my whimpering baby bird <3

how did he go from feeling so, so good to so, so stupid in the matter of minutes?

he was in bliss not even five minutes ago, whining out mixes of your name and high keens of mommy! as you worked him through another orgasm.

My heart 🥹🥹❤️❤️

latched on > keigo takami/hawks (mha)

Word Count: 1.3k

Ship: Sub!Keigo Takami (Hawks) x Dom!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, smut (very loose term), mentions of abuse from the hero commission, mentions of call girls (if you squint), mention of violence (also if you squint), allusion to sub drop

A/N: Baby’s first attempt at writing some attempt at smut, I may try and do a full smut with sub!hawks later, I love my whimpering baby bird <3

how did he go from feeling so, so good to so, so stupid in the matter of minutes?

he was in bliss not even five minutes ago, whining out mixes of your name and high keens of mommy! as you worked him through another orgasm.

General Sub Prohero Bakugou Headcanons Pt. 1

| cw: 18+ mdni, sub! bakugou, dom! gn reader, fluff, nsfw, edging,

| a/n: this is one of many so come back and check the masterlist soon!

| wc: 210

cutie 🥰

Something about submissive Katsuki is so pathetic to me. And again, this is barely about sex. He's just... loving to the point of dependant. Desperate. Needy. Wanting and craving you, always. He's in love to the point that he wants to physically lay on top of you and never let go.

But anyways. He's so pouty and whiny. Easily upset if you don't pay attention. And you have to look, or it 'doesnt count.' Puffy pouty lips and frowny eyes. Ugh he's so easily bullyable in that state. So easily teary.

I see people writing him as someone who'll walk out on you easily, or someone who will brashly insult and say harsh things. But I hc him as like, such a mindful person. Like he could not manage to utter harsh words at you. And if he does he just freezes and has that Deer in Headlights look. Just plain stunned and guilty. You can't even get mad about it cause he's just so pathetic you know he never means that shit truly. Didn't mean to phrase it like that.

Ugh I love this goober so much I wish I could eat his cheeks.

Softy Katsuki? Yes, please.

MOMMY’S HERE

summary: after a long night of defending gotham even red hood needs an outlet.

pairings: jason todd x fem!reader

warnings: short blurb, sub!jason, mommy kink, unprotected p in v, praise kink

note: gonna start doing my work with this layout cause it’s more aesthetic. jason todd with a mommy kink (#my canon) has been rotting my brain so i made this.

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the one and only big bad red hood who patrols gothams city streets with an arsenal of weapons at his disposal. who spends his nights taking down drug lords and petty criminals, but still finds time to climb through your bedroom room bruised and exhausted. his heavy boots hitting your floor and the creak from the window shutting always wakes you.

“jay?”

he doesn’t answer, just strips down to his underwear and slides underneath your soft comforter. “long night?” you roll over from lying on your side letting jason’s huge body fit in between your legs, his head dropping to rest in your neck.

“very.” the word is rough and heavy coming out of his mouth, but his next plea is soft. “need you.”

you card your hand through his hair and down the back of his neck. “ok, mommy’s here.” you whisper, feeling his body instantly relax into your hold. pulling his head out of your neck you place kisses over his tired face before meeting his lips. jason let you lead, his mouth falling slack and moving slowly against yours as you move your lips on his.

“wanna have you, can i have you? please, mommy.” he looked at you with those green eyes that can be so hard at times, but were submissive at this moment. you reached down to pull your shorts to the side, already bare underneath, before tugging his boxers down.

“this what you think about when taking down bad guys? coming home to fuck me.” you took hold of his cock and the tip though your folds before placing him at your entrance.

“y-yes.” he sighed with a broken moan when he pushed into your wet heat. you let out gasp, never truly used to the size of him, but the stretch is always welcomed. wrapping your arms and legs around jason you pull him closer.

harsh moans are panted in your ear as jason thrust heavy into you. your cheap bed frame squeaking under the weight. your walls stretch and mold around the cock moving inside you, and your back arches up.

“faster.” you breath out, and jason obeys, fastening his pace easily. the wet sounds of your cunt echo in the room. “god, jason, you’re such a good boy, always such a good boy.” he mewled at the praise, dropping his head to your chest, his big hand pushing your shirt up over your tits. his lips latch around your nipple eagerly sucking as if he did it long enough something would fill his mouth.

“a-ahh ah, j-jay, shit!” jason’s tongue rolled around the bud, trapped it between his teeth every now and then. his hand coming up to grip your other boob, fingers twisting and pulling at your free nipple. constant strokes are pushed deep into your pussy making your clit throb.

“mommy’s so close, don’t stop.” it’s not like he could even if he wanted to with your pussy sucking him in. grip refusing to loosen. the drag of his veiny shaft along your spongy inner walls making your stomach tense. you slip a free hand between your two body’s to press against your clit. the next thrusts jason delivers pushes you right over the edge. you get tighter and tighter coating his cock in your arousal as you come with shuddered moans. nails biting into his scared back.

jasaon pulls off your tit, not slowing his movement and pants. “my turn?” you push his white front hair back away from his face, and nod with a smile.

“yeah baby, your turn. come for mommy. show me how good you are.” jason moved his hands to hold your hips pinning you in place. he uses you to reach his own climax, fucking hard into your spent cunt before spilling his seed into you body with twitches and whines.

“oh, fuck! mommy, mommy! i’m coming!”

you welcome his body weight the collapses on top of you. he doesn’t bother to pull out and you don’t tell him to. letting me his cock soften inside you as both your breaths even out.

“thank you.” is whispered into your ear.

“mmm, sleep now jason, i got you.” you trace your nails up and down his back switching between kissing his head and humming lightly in his ear. you feel when he slips into sleep, and only then do you let your eyes close.

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he’s perfect.