Love yourself

Nina · 24 (AT) · a living mess · Simp for Kōtarō Bokuto 

[hanavbara]

lovesick girls 💖 🖤 #BLACKPINK

[lesbx]

sorry for having a huge cock and correct opinions on everything. as if it’s my fault.

[miyasass]

haikyuu volleyball wife headcanons

pairings: oikawa tooru x reader, miya atsumu x reader, bokuto koutarou x reader, ushijima wakatoshi x reader scenario: you’re married to volleyboys warnings: none

pda, so much of it, all of it

he’s not afraid to show other people just how much he loves you

oikawa’s got a lot of fans, brazilian ones, japanese ones, all over the world we stan a global hoe

and he’s always afraid that you’ll get bothered by how many other people fawn over him so he likes to show everyone just who he belongs to

spoiler alert: it’s you

it’s kisses and hand holding and hugs, in the stadium before he plays, in front of roaring crowds before you head back to the vip section

it’s stalking up behind you when you’re chatting with his teammate, wrapping his arms around your waist and propping his chin up on the top of your head or shoulder

(you can’t see him but you’re pretty sure he glares at his teammates for daring to steal you away, if the nervous expressions on their faces are anything to go by)

he always talks about you during his interviews, saying how much you inspire him, how he couldn’t do this without your support

it’s embarrassing, but he always makes finger hearts in your direction before his games, and winking at you

(you can feel the heat of a thousand glares from his fans on you when he does)

at post-victory parties, he’s totally one to flirt outrageously with you in front of other people, despite your relationship status

“hel-lo beautiful, what brings you here tonight?” (”really, tooru?”)

“y/n-channn, you like me” (”we’re married, tooru”)

when he’s drunk, “you’re the most gorgeous girlfriend i’ve ever had~” (”i’m your wife, tooru”)

the two of you are the it couple

atsumu is ridiculously proud of you

really, he takes every opportunity he can to show you off, whether it’s to his teammates, fans, or news reporters

he likes to catch you off guard by slinging an arm around your waist and suddenly tugging you close to his chest as he smirks at the cameras

“this is y/n, my wife. ain’t she amazin’?”

he takes you to all the award ceremonies, and he always wears this smug expression when you’re meeting other pro athletes, because obviously his wife is better than any one else’s

he’s an instagram hoe

atsumu is your personal hype man

he loves posting pictures of you, of the two of you, always fawning over you in the captions

he has a thing for posting more suggestive pictures too, of him shirtless and embracing you, looking at you or the camera with bedroom eyes, of him kissing your neck

there’s that one post that goes viral after he captioned it “ice cream isn’t the only thing that makes her scream”

(you punch him in the gut for that and osamu laughs for days afterwards)

the two of you are aesthetic af together, so magazines and advertisers absolutely love using you together for photoshoots and commercials

he’s grown out of his habit of demanding absolute silence during his serves, but he’s got a new routine: stabbing a finger in your direction—without even looking because he always knows exactly where you are in the stands—before tossing the ball high into the air

when he wins, he does the same thing, but this time he looks right at you

and when you blow him a kiss, his triumphant smirk turns into a full-blown, genuine smile (you’re the only one who can pull that out of him, and fans go batshit insane when they see it)

you’re his good luck charm!!

he plays infinitely better when he knows you’re watching

he’s always on the lookout for you in the stands and he perks up adorably every time his eyes land on you

he’s loves it when you wear his jersey, and always puffs up, smacking his teammates and pointing it out to them

if he gets into one of his moods, all you have to do is call out sweetly “kou! don’t mind!” and he’ll be right as rain

which is why all his teammates manage to beg you into coming to all their games, as much as your schedule allows for

(competing teams look absolutely dejected if they catch sight of you at a game, because they know their chances just plummeted)

his fans are obsessed with how cute you are together, they stan their owl couple (seriously, there’s fanart of the two of you as owls, it’s cute, bokuto loves it when they give these to him at meet-and-greets, you’re pretty sure he has a collection)

you’re married, but he loves taking you on dates, to amusement parks, ice rinks, beaches

paparazzi follow you guys everywhere for these, and so he gets fiercely protective, glaring and pouting at the cameras while shielding you from view because you’re his and his only

basically, it becomes common Volleyball Fan™ knowledge that bokuto koutarou is obsessed with and absolutely whipped for his beautiful wife

he’s extremely private, so you’re married for a solid six months before the news breaks to the media

his teammates are lowkey still shocked because even though they knew you were dating and were invited to the wedding, they were pretty sure he would eventually marry a volleyball or something

they adore you though, because you always take care of them, with food, drinks, first aid if they get hurt

he’s unintentionally romantic because of his blunt manner, like if he’s being interviewed or asked questions by fans, he often refers to you as “my beautiful wife” or “the love of my life,” with a completely expressionless face, and it’s swoon-worthy

(only you can see the way his eyes soften though)

he has a pretty simple pre-game routine: pressing your hand to his lips and kissing your wedding ring, never taking his eyes off yours as he does this

and then he pulls your hand further so it rests on his cheek and closes his eyes, staying there for a solid minute of mental preparation

(his teammates think it’s disgustingly sweet, especially kageyama who…kinda gets jealous he wants someone to do that with)

he gets laser focused when he’s on the court, so he doesn’t look for you, but he knows you’re there

and when he wins, he always seeks you out in the stadium or in the halls after they get out because he has nothing to prove to anyone else, but you? oh, how he secretly adores the way you run toward him, beaming and breathless

fans always scramble to record videos of The Lift™, when his pace quickens right before you throw yourself at him and he lifts you off the ground, tucking his nose into your neck

#goals is a common tag for posts about the two of you

A/N: thinking bout opening requests if ppl are interested…haha or not…unless…👀

[satendou]

⟼  monster

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⇢  pairing: tendo/reader

⇢ au: atl!au, college!au

⇢ summary: you like horror movies, tendou likes horror movies, what could go wrong?

⇥ masterlist

⇢ warnings: unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, mentions of bullying, insecurities, piercings, cursing

⇢ word count: 13.2k

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⇢ a/n: i think this is the biggest fic i’ve ever written and it’s one of my favorites, if not my absolute favorite i’ve written so far. it was kinda hard to write it in a way that stayed true to my vision for it but also didn’t make it childish, so i hope i succeeded in that regard. as always, thank you to @keijiskitten​ for editing this!

“Oh, come on, ‘Kaashi,” you said, setting your hand on your hip. You were standing around in the middle of the classroom with him and a few others, waiting for your professor to show up who was no doubt getting a coffee from the overflowing Starbucks down the street. Class would be half over before he finally arrived. “It’s just a few scary movies.”

“Sorry, _____. I have to study and I just know that trying to watch movies with you and study is gonna be a nightmare,” he said, giving you a sympathetic look. “And give me nightmares.”

You rolled your eyes and looked around to Bokuto, who was scrolling through his phone while he chatted with Yaku about the next practice. That was a hard no. Poor Bo would agree without complaint and wind up with nightmares for a week, clinging to you throughout the night. Catching Akaashi’s eye, you exchanged knowing looks and chuckles.

“Hey, _____,” Semi said from your other side. He was busy filling out a music sheet with notes for his next possible song, and the way he said your name indicated he was more focused on that than your quandary.

Still, you turned to look at him over your shoulder, quirking your eyebrow at him. When he didn’t immediately continue, you prompted him. “What’s up?”

“Oh, right,” he said, looking up from the paper. He gave you a small smile and tapped the tip of his pencil on the desk in a smooth rhythm, leaving small marks all over the surface. “You should see if Tendo wants to join you. He’s really into horror movies too.”

“Um, who?”

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[xcrustyshiggs]

So good that now I‘m a tendou stan

[xcrustyshiggs]

THANKS FOR THE FOLLOW BBY IT MEANS A LOT TO ME ❣❣

Heey, I need to be thankful!! Your content is gold esp. Daddy Universe!! 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 It‘s rly lovely to read and it just warms my heart!! Xoxo

[leighlew3]

RIP King 🖤

You’d be hard pressed to find somebody who had a bad thing to say about this man. The world lost a genuinely good soul today. My heart is with his family, friends, fans and his wonderful team.

[casliyn]

Rest in Peace to Chadwick Boseman

[chu-fei]

She is not wrong 👀

[aki-anyway]

No, you don’t, Tom.

[justdanii-deactivated20210728]

[kaguraaachan]

White hair fetish… is that a thing?

[diabolism666-deactivated2022112]

:)

[inanabsentia]

Bitches really do be pathetically Simping over crusty, chapped bois like Shigaraki, burnt chicken nuggets like Dabi and problematic bird guy Overhaul🙄

That’s me. I’m bitches 🥵🥵😳😳

Don’t sue me 💕😭🥴😳

((Enjoy all the pictures I have left of Shiggy, DabDabs and Birdman,, do use responsibly though😤😤))

[plush-rabbit]

Shigaraki’s Cute

A/N: I didn’t know if this was like an ask that you wanted me to reply to or an actual request so I made it into a list!! Hope that’s okay!!

If you call him a cute nickname in front of others, he’s going to hate it. Shigaraki will curl his lip and snarl at you. His eyes will narrow and hands will stretch out by his side and nails will dig into his palms or scratch at his neck.

He doesn’t want to be seen with a weakness. When you call him sweetheart, nudge his shoulder and give him a cheeky smile, he’s making a face but makes no move to walk away, he doesn’t shove you off but he wants to keep his reputation as the big bad leader.

You can always catch the faint hint of red hue that colors his face. If you’re feeling particularly risky, when you continue to tease him, often remarking on the color that’s filled in his face, he’s going to flick you in the forehead.

If it’s just the two of you, and you tell him how cute he is, he’s less defensive about it. He’s still getting flustered and telling you to shut up but he won’t say anything else when you continue to compliment him.

Later on, when he starts to get a bit more brazen with his own version of flirting, he’s leaning into you, smiling a tad too wide, eyes that stay trained on you as you sit or walk away. He, however, does not call you any pet names or anything of the sort.

There’s an odd sense of warmth in his chest. He’s never going to admit it, he could hardly admit it to himself, but he adores it. He loves the fact that you call him such cute things, that you think of him as cute. He sees it as a proclamation of your devotion to him. He doesn’t have any experience with romantic feelings so he sees your flirting as acceptance for him.

The only thing he hates is that you call him cute in front of others and give him little pet names. It wouldn’t be a problem but he can always feel the red that grows across his face and then the others will give knowing glances to each and a few would actually tease until silenced by a threat or you waving them off.

Shigaraki’s crush only grows more and more with each time that you show your attraction to him. He’s apprehensive to tell you how he feels. There’s a part of him that tells him that you don’t feel the same way, it’s just teasing or you trying to rise up in the ranks and earn his favor. There’s a piece of him that tells him that you don’t mean what you say, that every compliment to him is really an insult, something that has to be drilled into him.

But he still likes you. He still goes to you to review over plans and you always accept him into you room without a second thought, allowing him to sit close to you and let knees touch. He feels himself lose his breath every time you call him cute and pinch his cheeks, hands that reach out to him instead of recoiling away. He allows himself to be devoted to you.

It’s probably until he’s had a bad day that everything boils over. It’s a lost day on his part where his skin is raw and you’re applying bandages on his neck, blowing cool air on him when he stiffens when the antiseptic is sprayed on him, that he just asks why you do what you do. It takes a bit of clarification on what he means, he won’t say it. He doesn’t want to. Saying it out loud makes it all real. It makes him real. It reminds him that he’s still a person and not an emotionless vessel.

He knows you to be gentle. To treat him as if he’s porcelain, fingers that ghost over him when you two are alone, compared to the point of your elbow where you nudge him, cheeks that redden due to you- due to your touch and words. You tell him with all honesty, that you do think of him to be ever cute thing you’ve ever said to him. You do think of him to be cute.

He’s at a loss for words. Simply staring and mind analyzing until it’s just repeating the words you said, screaming at him to do something, until he feels your touch again.

You’re pushing his hair back and your knee leaves his. Suddenly he feels cold. You give him a nervous laugh and tell him to say something. He’ll mumble that he doesn’t hate it when you call him that. He’s nervous and makes himself appear smaller, voice that lowers, hands clasped together and shoulders hunch. He’s vulnerable to you. For you.

His lips are on yours. He’s tells you through harsh breaths and fumbling hands where one finger is always lifted, to not tell anyone, that it doesn’t leave the room. It’s not to keep the relationship secret; he just doesn’t want people actually knowing there’s a way to get to him now. He doesn’t want you to get hurt so he can get hurt.

[neptunesnxpple]

Shigaraki x gn!reader, sick rainy day

* When he walks to your apartment the first thing he notices is how dark it is inside

* It wasn’t like you to miss game time, and here he walked over with a container of teriyaki rice he bought snatched on the way

* He entered through the balcony as always, sliding open the glass door and seeing you curled on the mattress, wrapped up in a blanket and sweating

* Immediate “oh fuck” face

* Tries to sneak back out without you noticing, immediately texts Toga who just laughs at him

* Begrudgingly texts Kurogiri

* Alright this is just like his dating sims, looks down at the food and sets it aside for later

* Leaves to go lift a can of soup instead

* Comes back and honestly you don’t notice, eyes too tired to open

* The next thing you know you’re shoved violently once before a gentle, hesitant shoulder pat as Shigaraki realizes maybe he should be gentler

* ‘Hey, get up. I made you soup. You really should keep your appointments better or at least text’

* You, confused if this is real or not, just stare at the bowl

* ‘What? Do I need to feed you too?’

* Before you can respond he shakily props you up against the wall, sitting on the bed and holding the bowl in one hand and spoon in another

* ‘Don’t expect me to do this again’ he complains

* You thank him, still shocked and numb to feeling anything

* Shigaraki ends up staying the night on the couch, and like clockwork checks in hourly to see if your resting, wake you up for water, food, etc.

* When you finally get better he is way to proud of himself and won’t shut up about how he has the healing touch

* You make him something small and the two of you finally play your video games

[plush-rabbit]

Shigaraki Tomura - Broken Charger

He comes into the room with a growl and slams the door shut behind him. He’s grumbling about something that you can’t make out and you can tell he’s angry with the way he keeps clenching and unclenching his hand. He has his teeth bared and he’s pacing around the room.

You ask him if everything is all right and all that he responds with is collapsing onto the bed with you, face buried into the bed and voice muffled with the soft blankets that cover the bed. You simply blink at him, unable to make out the words and only give him a noise of acknowledgment. Your free hand moves to his head and you begin to scratch him, twirling stray hands of his hair around your finger.

He raises his head and turns onto his side, throwing an arm around you and his mouth moves but no words come out. He slowly closes his eyes and clears his throat. In a clear voice, tinged with hatred and annoyance, he tells you that they lost a disposable recruit today. You rise and look at him with wide eyes, suddenly worried and confused that he’s so distraught after losing a pawn.

He tells you that said throwaway recruit had broken his switch charger and right as he had gotten the notification that he had low battery. He cracks his hands and spits out insults, that he just wanted to play animal crossing but now he can’t and it’s all that stupid, no-good, waste of space recruit’s fault.

And he’s like I think it was recruit. Might have been someone on a higher rank, he whispers, telling you that he was really angry and then he’s back on the bed and he’s digging his heels into the mattress, complaining that he didn’t have a spare and they’re stupid expensive.

You slowly blink and him and let out a sigh. “Tomura, we’ve talked about needlessly murdering recruits that we need for like at least grunt work.” He rolls his eyes and turns on his back, arms crossed over his chest.

“They broke my charger,” he responded with a pouted lip and narrowed eyes. And then his eyes widen and he buries his face into your chest. He presses light kisses against your collarbone, his nose brushing against your bones with a hand moving under your shirt and circling onto your skin. “Will you buy me one?” He pleads.

Ever since Tomura found his new found confidence, it had seeped into the relationship. He’s touchier with you, demanding a bit more from you and even stooping to plead with you and ask for things. He’s grown a lot and asks for a lot.

You laugh and shift on the bed until your arms are around his torso. His places his hands underneath his chin and looks up at you. You brush strands of hair away from his face, smiling as he begins to have a faint shade of pink decorate his ears. “You know, you’re like a kid who only acts good when they want something?” He glares at you and you giggle, pinching a cheek lightly and rubbing it over.

“Come on, I need to play,” he says in a whine, burying his face into your chest. “Just go buy me one; I’ll give you the money if that’s what you need.”

You smile and shake your head. “You’re a big baby you know that right?” He scowls at you, mouth already open, ready to debate something with you. Your arms move to comb through his hair. “You’re my big baby,” you tease with a smirk.

“So?” he asks with eyes wide and mouth pulled into a thin line.

You sigh and nod. “I’ll buy you a charger and in the mean time you can use mine-” he’s quick to start rising- “but” you emphasize, a wicked grin curling on your face, “I want kisses!,” You speak in a lilt, jutting out your chin same smile still etched onto your face.

He scoffs and rolls his eyes.  “Okay, since you’re twisting my arm,” he mumbles against your lips, hot breath fanning across your face as his lips meld with yours. He pulls away with a loud smack that makes your face burn. “You bring back the charger you get more,” he bargains and seals the deal with another fleeting kiss.

[incorrectbnhavillainsworld]

Spinner: This place is haunted, I swear! There are ghosts!

Shigaraki: Pretty quiet ghosts then.

[A cup falls off the counter across the room]

Shigaraki: Well, that was petty.

[undermattsun-archive]

10 fluff osamu pleasee 🤗

10. “yeah, okay, but i’m cooler.”

“i’m taller.” osamu declares, settling his hands on his hips and leaning back slightly as if to highlight the way he looks down at you.

“i’m smarter.” you scowl at the way he lets out a snort.

“whatever, i’m stronger.” he cracks his neck and subtly flexes his arms only causing you to roll your eyes.

“what’s goin’ on?” atsumu stands next to suna the two of them standing to the side as you and osamu have your competition.

“not sure.” suna blinks, you and osamu had been having this childish conversation for the past 5 minutes, nobody quite sure as to what had started it.

“tch well i’m cuter.” you cross your arms at him, there’s a certain satisfaction that comes with the pause that follows the statement.

“yeah, okay, but i’m cooler.” he retorts, it makes your heart drop and you feel your cheeks heat up. you whip your head towards suna and atsumu who’ve started to giggle to themselves.

“whaddya mean yeah?” you narrow eyes at him and mimic his stance, placing your hands on your hips. he leans in slightly with a teasing grin playing at his lips.

“i mean, yeah yer cuter, yah ever look in a mirror?” you scan over his features desperately trying to find a hint of what his actual angle was.

“liar.” you huff, spinning on your heel to leave the gym. osamu doesn’t let you off that easily, jogging up to your side.

“not a liar, yer just cute,” he grabs for your hand but you jerk it back, causing him to hold his hands up in surrender, “no hand holdin’ before our date got it.”

“what date?” you gawk at him, hoping the way your mouth hangs open isn’t unattractive.

“the one tomorrow night, i’d say look cute fer me but yah already got that down.”