#takanobu x reader

[lizandbo]

Baking cookies with Aone

A/N: Like actuallyyyyy I love Aoneeeee but this is literally so fucking short bru💀🤚

• I feel like he would really like sugar cookies

• Anyways-💀

• this is gonna be like a raw dawging midnight snacking out of pocket type of cookie baking session

• Would definitely eat the raw cookie dough with you

• I feel like he would have the most random but cute cookie cutters in his drawer,, maybe he had a turtle one😭 would be so sad if you don’t wanna use his ultimate turtle cookie cutter

• But before any of that aone would do that shit where they go behind you and like cover your hand with theirs and y’all stir together

• Yeah he likes doing that

• Big baby is quietly cheesy for that type of stuff… sometimes not tho

• While the cookies are baking aone would be so lovey dovey, I mean he is to you all the time but in his own manner

• Him being a hunk of a man is gonna lift you (no matter your weight) on top of the counter and cuddle you that way so you can watch the cookies safely

• “Nobu,, the cookies are gonna burn if you don’t get off of meeee”

• Aone would just nuzzle into you more as you giggle while you are hugging in the kitchen

• Obviously in a second or two he’ll actually let you check the cookies

• After you guys are done baking the cookies and let them cool Aone will definitely feed you the cookies😭 such a sweet baby

• maybe just maybe at one point in his life IK I JUST IK that he tried to count how many cookies he can fit into his mouth at once

• I swear this man is so out of pocket 💀💀🤚 but I love him oh so very😔

• As he does like sweet treats, he has to limit himself cuz no body wants to be sick from too many sweets but we all do it💀

• Aone will be again a sweet baby and wash all the dishes so you won’t have to go do it <33

• Aone baby hugs you from the back while cuddling and sleeping and would definitely softly caress your arm to help fall asleep

[cannniballcutie]

thinking about ur fav big nasty perv man who loves infiltrating his cute little gfs hyperfeminine aesthetic. but i’m also horny.

you love it when your boyfriend comes over. you love it when he leaves his shoes by your pastel pink door. you love it when he lays on your couch, the dust from his blue collar job leaving its home on his pants to settle onto your cushions. you love when he kisses you, ruining your carefully glossed lips, and making your breath smell like the nasty alcohol he was drinking before he paid you a visit, even though you brushed your teeth with bubblegum toothpaste so you could taste sweet for him. you love it when he uses his calloused hands to take one of your sweet throw pillows and put it under your knees, pausing to knead your soft thighs, digging his dirty fingernails into them and leaving small crescent moons. you love when he pushes you onto his hardening cock as he palms himself, and you feel him fondle the bow on the back of your head sweetly, noticing you wore one in his favorite color just for him. you love how he laughs when you try to unbuckle his heavy belt without damaging your carefully manicured nails. your soft pleas music to his ears. (of course he aids you by swiftly unbuckling himself and putting his belt around your perfumed neck, tangling your dainty jewelry as he secured it in two quick movements.) you love it when he lets you take him into your mouth as far as you can go before he helps you and pulls you further onto his cock with his belt. your carefully applied mascara running down your cheeks. which are flushed just the way he likes. you love it when he pulls you off of his dick before he finishes, leaning in to pull your delicate tank top down, accidentally breaking your favorite necklace, the one with his initial dangling from it (he apologized so sweetly) before he finishes on your chest. you love it when he picks you up and lays you on the couch, pulling his phone out of his pocket to take a picture of you while you lie there prettily, hoping that he’ll show his friends what a pretty mess you are for him. you love it when your boyfriend comes over, and you hope he comes back again soon, but not too soon, so you have time to make yourself pretty enough to be ruined.

thinking bout toji, sukuna, aone, könig, and ghost (=^･ω･^=)

also pls lemme know if u wanna hear smth else from me.. i’m all ears for my angels 🌬️

[teamatsumu]

gentle. (aone takanobu x reader)

summary: he’s not the same with you as he is with everyone else

word count: 1,399

warnings: swearing, but pretty fluffy otherwise, fem!reader, high school setting

tags: @keiva1000 @kindnessspreads @msbyomimi

this is written for @honeybleed’s Underrated Character event! I had so much fun writing this because it’s the perfect opportunity to give love to our blorbo aone (he deserves the world).

After Date Tech's loss to Seijoh at the Inter High preliminaries, you didn't know what exactly to do with yourself.

You had been managing the team since your first year. The previous manager hadn't really stayed to show you the ropes, and you had to learn everything from scratch. You had often felt lost and disoriented, and it felt like you were drowning as the novice team built themselves slowly but surely.

You truly felt that this time around, Date Tech's Iron Wall would be strong enough to get you all to Nationals. Now, not only did you have to stomach that loss, you had to deal with the fact that your precious third years were leaving.

You felt like you were drowning all over again, like you had back in your very first week with the team. Like you had no clue what to do. As you sat on the steps outside the volleyball gym on campus, you contemplated your next move. How the team would operate with Futakuchi as the new Captain. How you all had to somehow hone the talent in your inexperienced new setter, Koganegawa. It all seemed like too much work. How were you supposed to manage it all?

You nearly jumped out of your skin when something moved in your peripheral vision and you realized it was Aone, sitting on the steps next to you. When had he gotten here?

"You scared me!" You breathed, laughing a bit. It was almost comical how someone as huge and imposing as Aone could somehow make himself so invisible. But considering how quiet he was, it wasn't surprising to you.

Aone didn't react to your words, but his stare was intense on your face, eyeing you closely before he reached a finger out to poke at the skin under your eyes. Oh.

You felt your face heat a little at his touch, but you gave him a reassuring smile. "I'm fine, Aone. Just a little tired."

It seemed like he didn't believe you, the scowl between his eyebrows only deepening. You fidgeted a bit.

From your very first day managing Date Tech's volleyball club, you had had a soft spot for Aone Takanobu. He was, by all means, a scary looking dude. Taller than any boy you knew, and built like a brick wall. Despite his massive size, he was agile too, a very scary combination. Silver hair, a deep scowl that always seemed to twist his face (you later realized that he wasn't scowling, it was just the lack of eyebrows that made it appear so). It was no wonder people tiptoed around him.

But two years on the same team, spending every day together, meant that you knew Aone in ways that his audience did not. His personality was anything but scary. He was as docile as they came, and slowly but surely, you felt yourself drawn to his quiet disposition. In the storm that came with Futakuchi constantly butting heads with your third years, Aone was the silent bubble you found comfort in. He knew you inside out, and he was perceptive. Like right now, pointing out the dark circles under your eyes with an uncharacteristically gentle touch.

No wonder you had an embarrassing crush on him.

He kept an intense stare on you, his way of insisting there was something wrong. You shook your head again, sighing. You knew he wouldn't let this go. So you let yourself vent, letting out every dark and uncertain emotion inside you.

You ranted about everything that was plaguing your mind, body turned towards Aone but curled into yourself. You pulled your knees up to your chest, wrapping your arms around them to curl into yourself as you spoke, looking up at the boy next to you every now and then.

Aone did not interrupt. He never interrupted. He let you go on and on about how you didn't think Futakuchi was mature enough to lead a team, or how Koganegawa was nowhere near ready to stand on a court. All your doubts were spilled out into the air surrounding you, welcomed by Aone as he sat and listened to everything you had to say. His eyes did not leave you once, but he didn’t react in any other way.

"Sometimes I think you are the only thing holding the Iron Wall together." You gave him a little smile. "And I don't know how you do it."

When you finally finished, silence stretched between the two of you, as if everything around you was absorbing your words. You watched Aone, waiting for him to lean towards you and nod encouragingly, like he did whenever you had one of these ranting sessions.

"I do it because of you."

Your eyes widened, not expecting that he would speak. You knew Aone, and you knew he wasn’t a talker. He loathed having to voice anything because he felt like he didn’t have anything to say which wasn’t already understood. His voice was hoarse and deep, making your breath catch.

"Do what?" You asked, not understanding his words.

"You said I hold the Iron Wall together." He continued, and you basked in the sound of his voice. It was so rare for him to say anything. You wanted to savor it while it lasted.

"I do it because of you. I see how hard you work for this team. And it makes me work hard too. For you."

Your heart was beating a mile a minute, trying to catch up to his words and process them. You felt like your entire face was on fire, your breath stuttering. Aone did not look at you, instead staring at the ground before him. Your eyes caught his porcelain pale skin, eyeing how the back of his neck flushed red. The sight made you giddy.

"Aone…." You breathed, feeling truly speechless. Which wasn't like you at all. Between the two of you, you talked and Aone listened. For the first time, the roles were reversed.

Aone shifted a bit, still not looking at you. "Don't worry too much. You will figure it out like you always do. And I'll be here for you."

His sentences were simple. Yet to you, it felt like he was waxing poetic. You couldn't help your wide smile, shuffling closer to Aone and placing your head on his shoulder. You felt infinitely lighter, like all of what you were worried about didn’t matter at all when Aone was right there with you.

"Thank you." You whispered.

You felt Aone nudge at you gently, his way of saying 'you're welcome'. You let yourself bask in his touch, cheek pressed to his bicep, feeling how your heart pounded in your chest.

Multiple steps sounded on the ground, and then a sharp voice broke through the silence.

"You lovebirds done? Come on, let's get pork buns and then head home. I'm hungry!"

You sighed and rolled your eyes, pulling away from Aone to glare at Futakuchi, who was standing a few feet away while the team lingered behind him. They had all changed out of their sweaty practice clothes, bags slung over their shoulders and ready to leave. You saw Koganegawa peek at you from behind him, his mouth open comically wide.

"Eh? I didn't know our manager and Aone-san were dating!"

Before you could protest, Aone was lumbering onto his feet and grabbing your hand, pulling you up with him. His giant hand enveloped yours completely (you were giddy as you observed this fact), and he didn't let go as he walked past Futakuchi, who had an annoyingly smug grin on his face. You knew you wouldn't hear the end of this.

"Yeah, stay away from her, Kogane!" He called, being obnoxiously loud on purpose. He was definitely trying to goad you two, as was his nature. "You don't wanna know how pissy Aone gets when other guys flirt with her."

Your eyes widened, looking up at the boy in question. Aone pointedly looked away from you, but his grip on your hand tightened, and you could see the same blush creep up his neck and to his ears.

You grinned all the way to the convenience store, and then all the way home too, basking in the new information Futakuchi had spilled, as well as the tight grip Aone had on your hand.

He didn't let go even once.

[sassycheesecake]

Haikyuu!! Headcannon #2

- Osamu Miya, KIYOOMI SAKUSA, Tobio Kageyama, KEI TSUKISHIMA, Wakatoshi Ushijima, Takanobu Aone, Kentarō Kyōtani, Hajime Iwaizumi, Shinsuke Kita

@wake-uptoreality @rukia-uchiha-98 @nerd-of-karasuno

[angelshimaa]

━━ 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌 ;; 𝐀𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐁𝐔

✧ cw :: gn!reader, fluffy fluffy fluff, reader calls aone "nobu", aone uses the petname "darling" bc i said so, aone is just so cute udbsismai

✧ a/n :: AONE IS SO VERY CUTE USSBJSNDJS IM SUCH A SIMP FOR HIM. this is based off of this post I saw !! this is also my very first piece for him and for the hq fandom in general so be NICE

aone takanobu who adores your “good luck” forehead kisses on the days of his games.

he loves the way you have to tiptoe for the gesture, but grows concerned at how often his height is an obstacle.

he's grown so accustomed to the little tradition that, when you're giving him words of encouragement before a game, he knows it's coming. in preparation, he lets his foot slide across the gym floor, so that he stands in a half split in front of you.

you look at aone's shortened self, and your laughter bubbles out of you. his cheeks go warm with colour at the sound— though he's unaware of the reason for laughter.

“you're so cute,” your hands cup each side of his cheeks and you press your lips against his forehead— a forehead free from its seemingly permanent creases. when you pull away, it's with a smile so sweet it's practically sugar.

“good luck, 'nobu.”

aone swears he can hear the hearts that come with your sentence. he stands normally again, and only then does he notice the eyes his teammates have on him. the blush deepens, but he doesn't let it affect him when he gives you a little smile.

“thank you, darling.”

✧ — thank you for reading !! rbs and feedback are greatly appreciated <3

[introloves]

not aone groaning abt how ur fingers comb thru his hair while eating u out just as if he were simply lying his head in ur lap after a long day @ work........cries (🐻‍❄️)

him not even bothering to lift his head from your sticky, wet thigh while he laps at your clit over and over. lips wrapping around your clit to suck and suck, bringing his fingers to pump in and out of you so slowly it makes you feel crazy, curling them upwards when you’re finally trembling after promising him he could have you for as long as he wants, because he’s nothing if not diligent when he has you like this.

and there’s maybe a little bit of him that wishes he could have you for a little longer, maybe that’s why he’s so slow when his thick, fat fingers push in and out of you- because he could perfectly take a nap while you shakily pull and soothe his hair back against his scalp. swollen lips pulling off your equally swollen clit to huff out a hot breath to the wet mess he’s made when your fingernails comb through his hair, petting him.

he’s usually quiet- but not when the fat of your thighs are muffling the lewd wetness his mouth makes.

happy, happy, happy- and you can see it too because his face is tired from work, but his fat cock is leaky and throbbing against the bed, and yet he chooses to close his eyes and press against your hand.

[revasserium]

men who, when you try to pull your hand away from them, frown and pause and hold on tighter, pulling you in till you're bumping into their side, and when you blink up at them, asking what's wrong -- they just say, "don't let go."

and then much, much later, "i don't like it when you try to let go."

KAGEYAMA, aone, ushijima?, TSUKKI, sae, nagi, RIN

[jinchuls]

𝒴𝑒𝓈, 𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝐻𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 ₊˚✩

ᡣ𐭩 various knight!character x fem!reader

includes 𝜗𝜚 iwaizumi hajime, kuroo tetsurou (nsfw), ojiro aran (nsfw - marking), takanobu aone

notes 𝜗𝜚 repost from previous blog, mdni

𝑰𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒛𝒖𝒎𝒊 𝑯𝒂𝒋𝒊𝒎𝒆 was the most responsible man assigned to you. No matter your request, big or small, he would execute them with perfection and a quiet “Yes, Your Highness.” He’d bow his head, stand close and make sure every step you take is safe. For the longest time, he seemed to have no interest in anything other than your father’s expectations of him. Not in you, or his fellow knights–he’d perform as he should but no more. You hated it. You hated the lack of attention, the simple responses and the silence as he stood at your side and, most of all, you hated how the small acts, the brief moments your eyes would meet and how those three words would make your heart skip. As you ignore the burning in your chest whenever he is near, you’re unaware of the effect you have on him. You’re oblivious to the shake in his voice when he does quietly respond to you and you don’t notice the gleam in his eyes when yours meet his–you look away before you can notice the red tinge painting his cheeks–and you had no idea the silence was caused by his pure inability to string sentences together in your presence. He wanted to, he wanted to hear your voice every second of the day or be the cause of your laugh. It’s your outburst one night that changes the course of your relationship, that starts something that would result in Hajime’s certain dismissal, with tears welling in your eyes and the frustration clear on your face you confess every emotion weighing down on your heart hoping, praying, he felt the same. He can hear his own heartbeat as it quickens, the pounding in his chest so loud he fears you can hear it from your position across the room; his face reddens again–you have to hide your smile to spare him any more embarrassment–and he begins to stutter. If he had found it difficult to speak around you, it worsened in that moment, but it was clear, no matter what the future would hold for your heart, your feelings were mirrored by your knight.

𝑲𝒖𝒓𝒐𝒐 𝑻𝒆𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒐𝒖 had mastered the art of trickery. In your family's eyes, he was the perfect candidate to keep you safe. He was that man, amongst all of his peers he was one of the strongest and most capable men that your parents could trust–he’d perfected their vision of him which only presented him every opportunity to show you the less professional sides of him. He was the man he allowed everyone to see but he was also the man able to rile you up, in all the right ways, with a lingering stare and a mischievous glint in his eyes or the touch of his fingers against the nape of your neck as he struggled with the clasp of your necklace. Your attraction to him was unheard of; you’d be ridiculed by anyone that found out. A member of the royal family and their knight? It was an impossible match Supposedly. They only thought that way because they didn’t know what happened when the door was closed; when the knight’s barrack was empty or any other moment the two of you found yourselves alone. There would be no more talk of the incompatibility of royals with anyone of lower status if they knew the way you’d find yourself bouncing on his cock as night settles around the palace. Or how you’d bite your lip to stop the moans from escaping you as he held your waist and the rhythmic movement of his hips had your legs shaking as each precise thrust pushed against every nerve sending you one step closer to bliss. None of it mattered, they could whisper and they could plan your betrothal: they would never know how comforted you felt wrapped in his arms or how protected you knew you were simply walking through the halls of your own home. No one could ruin what had been created and no one would ever know. Outside of your shared secret, all that was seen was your gentle orders directed at him, your voice soft but stern–as it was with every individual under your command–and his return the usual, the formal response everyone was expected to utter but his with a sly, subtle flirtation that left your legs weaks beneath you: “Yes, Your Highness.”

𝑶𝒋𝒊𝒓𝒐 𝑨𝒓𝒂𝒏 was perfect. Cheerful, strong, intelligent and, most important of all, able to cope with the incessant issues caused by the Miya twins (the knights assigned to your siblings. Days seemed to pass quicker when he was there; whenever time appeared to slow, he would be there to keep you company. There was no such thing as a dull moment when he was at your side. From the moment you met him, he was far too easy to get along with. Solid lines engraved in your mind were fading; the lessons taught to you as a young noble were forgotten and the very nature of the expected relationship between knight and noble was lost. You had never been happier. “Aran.” You’d whisper, fingernails digging into the skin of his arm; your head fell back against the pillows as he kissed your neck softly. “I know,” His voice would be no louder than yours, “Not where they can be seen.” With a kiss to your collarbone, he’d look between your bodies at the littering of fading marks he’d left the last time he’d had you in his arms. Across your chest, your thighs, anywhere where they would be hidden from eyes you did not trust. As always, he’d make a comment about how you looked beautiful with the evidence of him. And, as usual, it doesn’t take long before he’s darkening existing marks, kissing your chest. Biting your skin softly to hear those sweet sounds he adored, and leave behind reminders of the night for you to find the next morning. With more scattered across your skin, he’d sit up to look down at his masterpiece as you reached up for him, missing the warmth of his body closer to you. Your quiet mewls were heaven to hear. A smile sat on his face as he leaned down, chest against you and his lips grazing yours. He’d still, hips pressed to yours forcing whimpers from your throat–a silent cry for more–you’re too lost in ecstasy to give it up now. “Please.” You whisper, eyes meeting his. He grins, hands softly holding your waist as he slowly pulls his hips away again. “Yes, Your Highness.”

𝑻𝒂𝒌𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒃𝒖 𝑨𝒐𝒏𝒆 was quiet. From the day he was assigned as your personal guard, he’d barely uttered a word to you or to anyone. He’d simply nod his head to accept any order you sent his way and, miraculously, he’d found a way to relay any message from you wordlessly. You envied those able to understand the behaviour you’d never seen before and you found yourself wanting to be among those he seemed close to. You would watch his fellow knights approach him; you’d watch how Futakuchi would speak to the man and reiterate his silence into words during group conversations whilst you were left in confusion. Day in and day out, you’d find yourself watching him and the little interactions he would have with those around him, occasionally catching his perfectly gentle nature with small animals that roamed the palace gardens. You were certain he could feel your eyes on him but he never seemed to care; you knew words had got to him that you had been asking those he spoke to often to tell you about him but he never stopped your interest. And, as time passed, you found your curiosity had grown into something much more. You’d look away quickly when he would turn his head in your direction, eyes suddenly focused on the tea in front of you. Aone was quiet. Almost too quiet. But the red of his cheeks, that you caught for just a few seconds, was loud. You clear your throat, fearing your voice could break as you try once more to encourage a conversation with him. “The weather is lovely today,” you grip the teacup tightly, closing your eyes and wincing in the embarrassment, that wasn’t what you’d wanted to say. “Would you,” you quieten, looking anywhere other than where he is stood. “Would accompany me on a walk?” He waits a moment and you glance up, expecting to see a small nod, as always. He meets your eye, a soft smile on his face as he does so. “Yes, Your Highness.”

[spooky-bunnys]

hiiii uh can i like req aone with m reader that loves to get head pats like just them being wholesome and cute while aone is taking a break so they're being lovey-dovey on one of the benches in the gym and his teammates being like jealous and supportive too? thank you!!(⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡(⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

I apologize for the shortness. I had no literal idea on how to write this. Enjoy!

(Name) smiled brightly handing his boyfriend, his water bottle and a towel. Getting a loving head pat is return. Making his smile brighter.

The other members watching in envy. "I still can't believe (Name) choose Aone of all people." The other members nodded. "I mean he barely doesn't talk! What's so amazing about him...."

(Name) sat beside Aone and leaned his head against his shoulder. "So you were right about that math equation." "..." "Yeah! Sensei said he didn't even realize he had written it wrong."

Aone nodded. "So how was your classes like today?" "..." "Really? Another project? Man. I feel bad for your class. It's like you guys are always doing a project. Oh! Maybe I can help which subject?" "..." "Oh I don't know if I'd be able to help then. Science isn't my strong suit."

Aone patted (Name)'s head again. The smaller male leaned up trying to get more pats. Aone smiled softly and gave more pats. If (Name) had a tail it'd be wagging so fast right now.

The other players cringed at the brightness from the couple. The two were always like this. They watched (Name) pull out some papers. Homework they were guessing.

"Oh! So since your better at English then I am I was hoping, you'd be able to help me study before the test tomorrow." "..." "Really? Thank you!" (Name) hugged Aone tightly. Aone wrapped an arm around (Name)'s waist before pointing at the paper.

The coaches across the gym just chuckled shaking their heads. "They're at it again aren't they?" They looked at the players who were watching Aone with jealous eyes. "They support him, but are jealous at the same time. That's something." The assistant coach laughed and nodded. "Sure is."

[keitea]

taking photos with him at a photobooth <3 normally he wears a scowl/poker face, but for you he'll pull funny faces 🤭 maybe he'll even sneak a kiss on your cheek, just to see your cute, flustered face ><

tsukki ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ (not projecting, but with all due respect i love him), suna, ushijima, aone, kageyama, hoshiumi, kyoutani <3

[a/n: i finally posted something LOL i've been wanting to get back into writing after a hiatus !! plus valentines' day is coming 𖦹 ´ ᯅ ` 𖦹 don't have a date so i'm stuck with anime boys heheheheh]

[lowkeyremi]

i rlly liked the gyaru post n was wondering if you could write hq boys with a gyaru crush ( like the guys have a crush on a gyaru ) myb a small fic ( tanaka, yams aone pls )

I'm glad you liked the last one! This is such a cute concept tbh, Aone would be too scared to say anything lmaooo

HQ Drabbles: Gyaru Crush 💕 ft. Tanaka, Yams, and Aone.

Content: Fluff, a lil bit of stalking cuz Tanaka's just like that, miscommunication bc Aone isn't good w words, crushes.

Banner credit: gifcities and geocities

Tanaka Ryu:

"I should have packed lunch today, this sucks." Your best friend nods when she sees your soggy french fries.

"That bald guy is staring at you again." She slurps her yogurt tube in a few seconds. You look around and sure enough that second year was looking at you again.

You're in your third year now, according to Sugawara the 'bald' kid's name is Tanaka, and it's said he has a huge crush on Kiyoko.

"Probably thinks my makeup is weird like everyone else does." He notices you looking and turns away to his short friend... it's Nishi something.

"Or maybe he likes you." You roll your eyes while she wiggles her eyebrows.

"Yeah right, it's obvious he likes Kiyoko." She cringes when you eat a mouthful of soggy fries.

"He might be using Kiyoko as a cover up." You weren't going to keep waiting for him to say why he's always being creepy so you walk over to his table.

"Why are you always staring at me?" His short friend giggles and turns away.

"Staring- me huh?" His face flushes as he stammers for words.

"Yes, is it my makeup? I know it's not normal but starting is really rude." Out of the corner of your eye you can see his friend covering his mouth to try and conceal his snickering.

"Ah- it's not like that! I think your makeup is unique and I think you're really cool!" He blurts out and his friend bursts into laughter.

"Noya shut up!" He elbows him.

"Really? Is this some kind of joke?" He notices your hand on your hip.

"No! C-can we be friends?" His voice sounds like a shy little kid.

"Um... sure?" There has to be some hidden motive behind this...

"Got anything else to tell her, Ryu?" The short fry wiggles his eyebrows.

"Nishinoya I will end-"

"I'm gonna go finish my lunch." Tanaka starts stammering again when you start to walk away.

"Could um... could I get you dinner sometime? AS FRIENDS THOUGH!" He suddenly adds.

He definitely has a crush on you.

"Yeah anytime." He smiles, and you skip back to your table.

________

Yamaguchi Tadashi:

"Is that all?" You ask politely scanning his cart to see if he's got anything else.

He nods his head yes, "Your total is 870 yen, how would you like to pay?" He hands you 1,000 yen, like he does every time.

"Keep the change." You sigh and look for change.

"That's too much of a tip." Yamaguchi (as you've learned from your uncle), comes in maybe three times a week for the same thing and tries to leave you a huge tip.

"Your hair's really pretty." He notioned to the style you were going for today, you think it brings out your makeup.

"Keishin says I look like a rebellious punk." You giggle right along with Yams.

"It's Uncle Keishin to you, brat! You're lucky to even be getting paid!" Yamaguchi quietly snickers because you rolled your eyes mimicking your uncle. Once everything's bagged up you hand it to him.

"Bye, Yams." He takes the bag, and holds still like a statue.

"Something wrong?"

"When'll you be back to work here again?" There's this look in his eyes that you can't quite determine.

"When ever I get back from school, I can't take a lot of breaks or I'll get behind on my assignments." He frowns.

"Hey, not my fault I'm a college student." You shrug.

"I really wish I could go with you to ward off all the weirdos who think gyaru isn't cool." He's an adorable little third year.

"Gyaru's not for everyone. I get hateful comments all the time, but they don't bother me that much anymore." It's the hard truth, you cannot force people to like you.

"Well can I take you out when you get back?" Oh, he's real brave today. Not once has he asked something remotely as obvious as this.

You can tell he likes you, that much was clear. This is the first time he's been straightforward with you though.

"You can take me out when I get off of work." You lean over the counter and press your glossy lips to his cheek. When you pull away you can see a faint mark of lip gloss from your lips.

"Go on to school now, Yams." He spirals at your smirk and walks out like a drunken man.

You're bonked on the head with newspaper, "Do your job and stop flirtin' so much!"

"Don't take your frustration out on me, I know you don't get any Keishin." He grumbles at your laughter.

"It's Uncle Keishin."

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Aone Takanobu:

"Kogane! I'm so going to beat your ass!" Your threat echoes through the gym and no one makes the effort to save him.

"I didn't mean to mess up your makeup and hair, please forgive me!!" He whines.

The idiot thought it'd be funny to spray you with his water bottle, long story short he got a little heavy handed with the pouring.

You raise your fist to hit him but you're stopped by a hand much bigger than yours. A low grunt can be heard and you turn around to see Aone holding your wrist.

"He deserves it! Let go!" He thinks his grip is too tight, so he loosened it.

"H-here." He hands you his team jacket.

"Thank you, Aone. That is so sweet." He nods.

"Um I know how important your clothing and hair are to you." At first you can't tell if he's being genuine or a goody two shoes.

"Um... gyaru right? I thought it was super weird awhile back." At least he was honest.

"How'd you know?" You most likely already know the answer.

"I did some research after seeing your unusual clothing option that one time." He rubs the back of his neck.

"So you're stalking me?" That's honestly what it sounds like.

"No- I just wanted to understand you better." He says with a little more confidence.

"Why?"

"Ah....." His cheeks go red and he power walked away.

Huh... interesting.

Hey sillies, im tired so ima go to sleep. Also I watched a horror movie by myself for the first time but I didn't get scared at all. Idk I just kept screaming at the main character being so dumb. bye guys 😘

[sleepyomi]

gift giving with the hq!! boys

a/n: y’all we’ve reached the last first part of the love language series (giving)!!! I’m so excited to be able to start on part two of acts of service, physical touch, and quality time after this. the boys we have today are what I loving refer to as the gentle giants featuring short king daichi because they scream chivalry which makes me scream haha.

ushijima —

it had started during the winter of his third year when ushijima realized just how much the cold affected you. his own schedule and conditioning was focused around him gaining strength and maintaining his health but yours wasn’t. upon realizing this, he had taken it upon himself to make sure you were well taken care of. obviously you could take care of yourself but what kind of boyfriend would he be if he didn’t make you you’re favorite tea when you were congested? or pack you a bento the mornings you had important assignments since he knew there was a chance you’d forget, and carry your preferred lotion and chapstick in his bag since he knew the cold dried out your hands and lips? a shitty one that was what. and if he occasionally kept his favorite hoodie that he knew you loved in his bag along with treats he didn’t eat no one would be able to prove it.

daichi —

with daichi you occupy a good portion of his mind, which means he can’t help but grab your favorite snacks when he swings by the convenience store on his way to picking up his younger siblings. it always puts a smile on your face anyway so why not? if he just happens to do it more often then he previously did, that’s no ones business but his own. if it happens to coincide when you have a bad day too? no one could prove it. on top of that though, when the summer comes to an end, he begins packing an extra jacket in his bag for the even slightest chance your cold, happily giving it you even knowing there is slim to no chance of him getting it back.

aone —

with aone being at the height of his high school volleyball career, it had started when he just wanted to let you know he was thinking of you. a small keychain with your favorite animal on your desk when you’d both had a busy week and couldn’t meet up. a small drawing of a turtle giving you a thumbs up on a post it note the morning you had a speech due. your favorite hoodie of his in your locker the day after you walked home together and had needed to use his. he loved being able to do small things that would make you smile and know he loved you when he wasn’t able to say it himself. the way you always texted him a selfie with the item didn’t help to deter further attempts though it did cause him to quickly lose storage in his phone.

asahi —

hand made gifts all the time. he enjoys making things for you to enjoy that he made himself so it’s like you have a token of his love with you at all times and also because it makes it obvious who made it. he always tries super hard on his gifts whether it’s something material or not. making you a lunch with his is something that he enjoys so much it has become habit and he cherishes making you scarfs, hats, and other articles of clothing as the awed smile on your face when you ask, “did you make this?” with wonder in your voice gets to him everytime. you don’t need to know that he started it back when you were both keeping your relationship a secret and he wanted to see you in his clothes, it ended up working out in the end.

do not edit, claim, or repost my works as per @sleepyomi

[introloves]

Hi remi, would you mind doing some kink headcanons for Aone ?

OF COURSE <3

i think with his stature and build, he has to come with some sort of size kink. he’s always been known as being dependable and big, inherently- there’s something that gets him going when he sees someone smaller than him struggle to take it all. letting his hands wander to their wrist to keep them pinned when they squirm too much because they agreed to this, they told him to give him everything he has and now they’re sobbing and turning their head left and right while his heavy cock splits them open.

another is casual dominance. his tummy turns in the best way when you look up at him for reliance, wondering if it’s okay to do things and getting reassurance by him with just a glance. likes the feeling of being dependable, an unspoken agreement between the two of you settled at all times. likes the fact that just a look from him melts away any anxieties or worries, because at the end of the day he’s there for you.

lastly, overstimulation. he’s always excelled at anything he’s put his mind to- and your pleasure is just another one of those things that come so easy to him. he’s kind, but when you’re underneath him and begging he can get a sort of mean streak that he knows you don’t mind when he’s making you make a mess over and over- through broken whines and moans.

[tsukkismoonlight]

things they notice about you || misc. headcannons

Note: idk why but all my headcannons are haikuu but anyways

Sakusa notices when you buy drinks, specifically ones that need straws, like from a coffee stand, that you always take the wrapper off except for the very top part, as if you are being cautious that he might not want you to touch where he’ll be drinking from.

Atsumu notices when you cry, your eyelashes look so beautiful as they frame your eyes, and the warmth in your cheeks seems to fade hours later when you’re feeling better. He notices your sniffles, and how hard you try to cover them up, turning your face away as if you’re looking for something.

Iwazumi notices that when you cant keep still, you always find something to fiddle with. You especially seem to find a pen or pencil, and twirl it through your fingers. He notices the furrow in your brows every so often when the writing utensil falls from your hands and you try again.

Daichi notices that you hardly ever untie your shoes. By now your shoes are a little beat up, not entirely covered in dirt but enough to make the colors seem a little dull. The backs have scuff marks from all the times that you’ve slipped them off instead of trying to fumble with the laces.

Ushijima notices when you’re getting mad, how you take a deep breath in, chest rising with the action. How you tend to squeeze your eyes shut for a moment, before releasing the air, trying to clear your mind and shoo away the emotions. He notices when you purse your lips and clench your jaw, holding back what could be a scorching remark.

Bokuto notices that when you’re happy, you always start with a smaller smile, and your eyes get soft. You never seem to know what to do with your hands, unless you’re taking his own hands and intertwining your fingers together, or throwing your arms around him for a hug.

Kuroo notices when your social battery starts to run low, how you always seem to find a way to distract yourself. Playing on your phone, spacing off and staring at something small. You tend to bring yourself back to reality, bringing your eyes to his and give a silent plea, asking to be taken home, but you never want to say it out loud, and risk hurting anyone else’s feelings.

Aone notices that when you first wake up in the mornings, your eyes open halfway, and you have to blink a few times. You always roll over into your side to look at him, before slowly sitting up, stifling a large yawn. You never seem able to form words in the mornings, and instead choose to sit silently as you process the unfortunate news that is waking up.