#Aone Takanobu x reader

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Stable foundation

You and Aone are good cop + bad cop when your daughter acts up, for my Parenting event<3

requested by @dira333. word count; 644 – f!reader

Your daughter is generally a saint, calm and kind like her dad, creative and sweet like you. However, every parent has to scold their child sometimes, and your daughter really did it this time. The two of you stood in front of your newly decorated hallway, your son in another room doing his homework and probably completely uninterested.

It wasn’t supposed to be newly decorated. Your daughter had taken it upon herself to un-whiten the walls with oily crayons and waterproof markers that would definitely be a pain to remove, if you didn’t have to just paint it over.

“No!” you yelled on instinct when you walked past the hallway and saw her sitting there with her art supplies. At the sound of your indignation, Aone stuck his head around the corner in a silent question before coming fully into the room to see.

“Oh, that’s unfortunate.”

“We have so much paper, why would you draw on the walls?” you asked rhetorically, the frustration clear in your voice and making your daughter tear up quickly. She stood up, holding her hands out and wiggling her fingers as if presenting a masterpiece.

You looked at your husband with furrowed brows, only to find he was looking at you for help already. It would have made you laugh, hadn’t you been so frustrated. Aone cleared his throat. “It’s a really nice drawing, but now we can’t frame it.”

Pursing your lips, you were between cooing and scolding. If that was his biggest worry, you sure chose a good husband.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled, pouting and dropping the red and green crayon she previously held in one hand to make a double line.

While you picked the girl up so she couldn’t do any more damage, Aone went to pick up her supplies and put them away. “You can not draw on the walls,” you told her, strict voice having even more effect now that she was in your arms and so close.

Her lip quivered, making her rub her face and smudging colour there too, so you tried to pull her arms away but she thrashed in your hold. Aone came over when the little girl yelled for him, resting a hand on her head to calm her cries.

“But mommy, you said you wanted to put more pictures on the walls,” she cried. You took in a sharp breath, now with your own welling tears as she so sorrowfully admitted to her kind intentions. She’s so much like her dad.

Two days ago, you had thrown out a comment to your husband about wanting more art on the walls and that you should buy more frames for your kids’ stuff.

“Let’s get you washed up,” Aone said, taking the girl from your arms and throwing you a reassuring smile.

While you took the time to calm down and assess the damage and how you would fix it, Aone helped her wash and then set her up with some food in the living room where her brother could watch her for a little while.

As he came back, you were slumped on the floor, stained washcloth in hand and about three different soaps laying around you. Aone noticed how the cleaning had ultimately made the damage worse and puffed out a breath of air before squatting beside you. He licked his thumb and rubbed away a smudge on your face, which reminded him much of your daughter a couple minutes ago, then ran his hand down your jaw to direct your eyes to his.

“It’s fine. I will paint it. She will learn.”

You were tired from work lately, so overwhelmed that things like this made the scale tip. That’s when you were glad to have such a stable husband.

“It’s fine,” you repeated like an affirmation.

Aone smiled. Another day of supporting his perfect family.

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for the requester: I haaad to make Aone good cop, that cutie.

[pure-smut]

iron wall.

featuring: Takanobu Aone x f!reader

contains: some angst to fluff to smut, happy ending!!, tattoo artist!Aone, social anxiety!reader, thigh riding, fingering(ish), missionary, NOT an accurate representation of getting a tattoo (call it creative liberties)

word count: 3.7k

note: all characters are aged up to 21+!

MDNI | 18+ content

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a/n: I'm sorry, I love Aone so much, he's so babygirl!! I'm a sucker for a gentle giant so I needed to get this story down I love him

You’re so excited for your first tattoo. So excited you could throw up, in fact. Oh wait, no, you’re terrified.

The tattoo studio does nothing to soothe your nerves. It’s a small space, seeming all the more cramped for artwork covering every inch of wall and shelf space. You try your hardest not to shrink into yourself.

And then your tattoo artist steps out and a year of social aversion therapy dwindles into nothing.

Takanobu Aone is one of the best artists in the country and you’ve been so, so lucky to get a spot with him. You researched hard, not trusting your first tattoo in the hands of anyone less than perfect. When you saw Aone’s portfolio online, you knew he was the one. Beautiful linework and sweeping designs that seemed to mould to the person’s body. You fell in love with his art.

But his portfolio didn’t have any pictures of him. So when he steps out and greets you with a silent nod, you nearly shrivel up on the spot.

Aone is scary. He’s tall, broad, and – unsurprisingly – coated in tattoos. A seemingly permanent frown is etched on his face, his ice blonde hair cut short. But it’s his eyes – it’s like he’s glaring at you.

“Sorry,” you squeak out before internally scolding yourself.

Sorry?? What are you apologising for? No one’s said anything yet!

If Aone’s confused, he doesn’t show it. He only gestures to an intimidating-looking chair, fitted with an overhead lamp.

Your hands shake so you clench them into fists. You can do this, you tell yourself. This was the whole point of your tattoo. On wobbly legs, you make your way over to the chair and sit down.

Aone looks down at you. You look back up at him. When neither of you says anything, he twirls his finger in the air.

“Oh!”

Idiot, you think to yourself. It’s a back tattoo – he needs to see my back.

You turn around, your chest pressed against the back of the chair, as Aone sits behind you. Even without seeing him, his presence is so large that you feel it. You take a shuddering breath as you hear the buzz of the needle and squeeze your eyes shut.

The tattoo hurts, like a relentless, stinging scratch against your skin. But honestly? You thought it would be worse. Still, the nerves haven’t dissipated yet, and nausea swirls in your stomach. Especially when you feel Aone’s hands on your skin, resting against your back as he works.

“You’re doing well.”

Aone’s voice is so sudden and unexpected that you nearly jump. It takes a second for you to register what he’s said but when you do, warmth rushes to your cheeks.

“Th-thanks,” you stammer out.

“Will music help you to relax?”

His voice is deep and smooth. You’re glad you’re facing away from him because you don’t want him to see the blush in your cheeks just from listening to him speak.

You tell him your favourite songs and he sets up a playlist. By the time he starts up the tattoo again, you are feeling more relaxed. It helps that you don’t need to look him in the face, that you don’t need to mould your reactions to what you think is right. Every so often, Aone will let you know how well you’re sitting for him and each time, it makes your body feel like it’s on fire.

By the time he’s finished, you’re nearly dizzy.

Aone must notice because he offers his hand to help you stand. You take it, gratefully, but keep your eyes averted, too embarrassed to look him in the face.

“First tattoos are hard,” he says solemnly and you’re glad he thinks it’s the tattoo that’s had an effect on you and not him.

Aone hands you his card as you pay up. It has a list of tattoo care instructions as well as his phone number and socials.

“Any problems, contact me,” he says.

You finally look up at him. What you had thought had been a glare before now looks completely different. Aone’s eyes are sharp but they’re kind, his face serious but concerned. Under the intensity of his gaze, you find it suddenly hard to breathe.

You want to thank him, to tell him you’ll be happy to contact him if anything comes up. To say anything normal at all.

But an iron wall wraps around your chest. You don’t want to say anything stupid or embarrassing. So you give a short nod and leave without saying anything at all.

*

It’s only a few days before your tattoo starts to itch. You diligently cream it as Aone’s card instructed you but the position of the tattoo means you can’t reach all of it. There’s a patch in the middle that’s neglected and so, so goddamn itchy.

After all the research, effort and money spent, you desperately don’t want your new tattoo to heal badly. But you have no one to ask for help. It’s your own fault, you know. You’ve spent the years since you left home for college isolating yourself from everyone. Too worried about saying the wrong thing or doing something embarrassing. Too concerned over whether people are laughing at you instead of with you.

And now you’re stuck with an itchy tattoo that you can’t fully reach.

Aone’s card sits innocently on your desk, almost taunting you. It takes another two days before you gather up the courage to tap out a message to Aone.

He responds within minutes with instructions to come to the studio.

That’s how you end up back in the chair, your favourite songs playing again, too embarrassed to look behind you at Aone.

“The itch is worse than the pain,” he says, rubbing cool, soothing cream gently over your tattoo.

Despite yourself, you smile. Maybe it’s your favourite music in the background, maybe it’s the fact you don’t need to look at him. Maybe it’s the feel of his gloved fingers being so gentle on your skin. For once, you don’t overthink before you speak.

“The pain wasn’t so bad after a while,” you say quietly. “But the itching goes on forever.”

Aone chuckles. It catches you off guard – you wonder what he looks like when he’s smiling.

You sit in comfortable silence for a while.

“This is so embarrassing…” you mumble to yourself.

“What is?”

You startle, not realising he heard you. Your cheeks burn.

“O-oh… just… y’know, all of this,” you say clumsily.

“All of what?”

“I-” A lump appears in your throat. You realise how stupid you sound. “I can’t reach my tattoo.”

A puff of air escapes Aone’s nose.

“Not embarrassing,” he says. “I fainted during my first tattoo. That is embarrassing.”

The image of Aone – broad, muscled, serious-faced Aone – fainting during a tattoo is so unexpected you snort with laughter.

“You didn’t!”

“I did,” he says gravely. “I was too nervous to eat breakfast so my blood sugar was low.”

Aone withdraws his hands to lean in close. You can feel the warmth radiating off him on the back of your neck and shoulder. When he speaks, his breath tickles your cheek.

“They had to give me a lollipop.”

You burst out laughing, clapping a hand over your mouth. Aone chuckles and stands, snapping his gloves off. You rise with him, still giggling, and get a glimpse of his smile for the first time.

It’s small, just an uptick at the corner of his mouth, but you can’t stop looking.

“Next time you feel embarrassed, remember the lollipop,” Aone says with a firm nod.

You grin, meeting his eyes. Inside you, a small chip skitters down the iron wall.

A crack.

*

Aone tells you to come back every day at the same time for a week, until your tattoo heals. You find yourself looking forward to it and you end up chatting long after he’s finishing creaming your back. You wonder if this is it – you’ve beaten the insecure demon inside your head.

Until one day you don’t.

It’s the last day you’re scheduled to visit Aone’s studio. Maybe that’s the reason why a stab of icy fear lodges itself in your heart every time you try and open the door to leave.

You stand at your front door, key in the lock, but your hand is frozen. Your breathing turns ragged and your vision swims. You can’t turn the key. You can’t leave your home. Your sanctuary. The only safe space you know.

Except Aone’s studio.

Except Aone.

You know you’re going to be late but still, you can’t bring yourself to leave. With shaking hands, you message Aone, apologising and saying you won’t make it. He messages back instantly.

Are you okay?

You don’t know what prompts you to respond honestly. Maybe it’s the exhaustion from fighting the anxiety in your head. Maybe it’s because Aone has always been sincere with you. Maybe it’s because you don’t have to look at him when you respond.

Maybe the iron wall is breaking.

No, you type back.

He asks for your address, saying he’ll come to you. After chewing your thumbnail down to the quick, you give it and throw your phone onto the other side of the bed.

You barely have the energy to drag yourself from your bed when the doorbell rings. You know you should feel embarrassed opening the door in your pyjamas, hair unbrushed and eyes puffy with no sleep. But when Aone steps in, face serious, and pulls out a lollipop, the only thing you feel is relief.

You burst into tears as Aone pulls you into his arms, pressing you against his chest. He’s firm and warm and holds you tight. He doesn’t say anything. He lets you soak the front of his shirt with your tears.

When you’ve cried yourself dry, your sobs dwindling into sniffles, Aone pulls back to peer down at you.

“Food?”

You spend the day with takeout, watching movies together on your laptop in bed. You sneak glances at him every so often, admiring his profile, and have to quickly look away every time he notices. It should be embarrassing… but you know he’s looking at you too. You can feel his intense gaze when you’re watching the movie, can feel him watching you when you get up to go to the bathroom.

When you return, instead of lying side-by-side, you turn your back to him, pulling the laptop in front of you. Aone turns to spoon you, wrapping one large arm around your stomach. You melt into him, immediately relaxed.

It reminds you of being in his chair, faced away from him but knowing he’s there.

“I’m sorry,” you say quietly, your voice nearly drowned out by the movie. “I know I get too nervous and say weird stuff.”

“What weird stuff?” You can’t see him but you can hear the frown in his voice.

“Like…” You swallow past the lump in your throat. “Like when I first met you, I didn’t even say hi. I said sorry, for some weird reason.”

Your mouth goes dry as you recall your first embarrassing memory with Aone. The one that still keeps you up at night as you replay it, thinking about how awkward you looked and how weird he must think you are.

“That wasn’t weird,” Aone says, breaking you out of your thoughts. “People think I’m scary. They don’t sit next to me on the train and they apologise when they meet me.”

You blink at the laptop, twisting slightly so you can look at Aone. He looks back at you.

“They do?”

He nods.

“You’re not weird. You’re normal.”

Aone says it with absolute sincerity. You think on this for a moment before fully turning, facing him. Aone settles his hand on your waist, his sharp eyes locked on yours.

You’re normal.

A rush of relief floods through you and your eyes water, nearly bursting into tears again. Aone notices because he tightens his grip on you, his hand on standby to brush away any tears.

“I’m okay,” you reassure him. “I’m okay.”

And it’s true. It’s the most okay you’ve felt in a long time. A flood of affection clouds your mind and you look up at him to smile.

“Thank you for rescuing me today,” you tell him.

“Always,” Aone says seriously.

It’s only one word but it steals your breath. You feel like you’re falling. You grip onto the front of his shirt, anchoring yourself.

One word and your iron wall crumbles.

You tilt your head up until Aone’s face is only inches from yours. You’re offering yourself up, offering your heart on a platter, open and vulnerable. You close your eyes and wait, blood rushing in your ears.

Aone moves his hand up from your waist to cup your face. His skin is hot against yours and you can feel his heart beating through his chest.

“Always,” he whispers once more before he closes the gap between you.

Aone presses his lips softly against yours. Your hands snake around his torso, feeling the hard muscle of his back. His lips part yours gently, cautiously, wary not to pressure you too much. You let him, meeting his tongue with your own and melting into him.

Aone uses one arm to wrap around your back, pulling your body flush to him as his other hand grips your thigh. He tugs your leg over his, nestling his thick thigh between your legs, and pressing against your mound. You gasp lightly into his mouth.

Aone pulls back, eyes opening.

“Is this okay?” he asks, searching your face for any sign you’re uncomfortable.

“Yeah,” you breathe. “It’s… it feels good.”

You try hard not to grind against his thigh but when he leans down to kiss you again, you find your hips moving on their own. His firm muscle pressed against your clothed pussy makes your clit throb with need. You haven’t felt this turned on by anyone in a long time, your sex drive long since evaporated. But Aone is awakening something inside you, a heat in your stomach unfurling.

You hold onto his shoulder, solid as a rock, and grind against his thigh.

Aone trails his hand down to your hip, his grip gentle but firm.

“Are you sure?” he murmurs against your lips, reluctant to break the kiss.

“Mhmm.” You catch his bottom lip lightly between your teeth. “I’m sure.”

Aone hardens his grip on your hip, guiding you as you rub your clothed pussy against his thigh. The friction is delicious, sending little sparks up through your body and soaking the crotch of your panties and pyjama shorts. You’re forced to break the kiss to bury your face in his chest, whimpering.

He’s bringing you close to the edge, so, so close. But it’s not enough.

“More,” you practically beg him. “I need more. Please.”

Aone grunts and rolls you onto your back, slotting himself between your legs. He’s large enough that you’re spread lewdly beneath him, thighs open. It would normally make you flustered – embarrassed – but it doesn’t.

Because it’s okay. It’s Aone.

He looks at your with stars in his eyes as his hand reaches down, sliding under the waistband of your shorts and panties. Your hips buck as his fingers find your swollen clit, slippery with your arousal. He traces small, featherlight touches around your sensitive bud. Aone knows his own strength and he’s always cautious of being too rough. He watches your face carefully to see your reaction, applying slightly more pressure until your nails sink into his biceps.

“There!” you gasp. “Fuck, right there. I’m so close.”

Aone listens, his cock straining against his jeans. You would normally feel your cheeks burn under the intensity of anyone’s gaze, let alone Aone’s, but you’re too caught up in the pleasure he’s giving you to care. His fingers are relentless, keeping up a steady pace, no faster or slower than exactly what you need.

When your back arches and your mouth falls open, Aone dips his head to swallow your moan, kissing you deeply through your orgasm, his fingers never stopping. It’s only when you pull away, too sensitive to continue, that he withdraws his hand.

But he can’t stop kissing you. Your soft lips and the taste of the lollipop he brought you still on your tongue. Aone knows you’ve opened yourself to him, he knows you’ve summoned every ounce of courage you have. He feels like he has a baby bird in his hands and he’s scared to hold you too tight. To crush the precious thing you’ve given him.

So when you come down from your high, he makes to roll off you, not thinking of himself or his throbbing cock.

You stop him, hands on his biceps and wrapping your legs around his hips.

“I want you,” you whisper, voice hoarse from moaning. “All of you.”

Aone searches your face for any uncertainty. He only sees your eyes alight, holding his gaze firmly. He thinks back to your first arrival in his studio, when he couldn’t even tell what your face really looked like, you kept your eyes so averted. The corner of his mouth upticks with pride.

You reach up to wrap one hand around the nape of his neck, carding your fingers through his short, white-blonde hair as your other hand reaches down to his jeans. He helps you unbutton them, tugging them down along with his boxers and throwing them both off the side of the bed. Aone straightens to pull his shirt over his head, tossing it to the side.

Your eyes widen at the sight of him. Tattoos decorate his thick torso, artwork following the curves and dips of his body. You sink your teeth into your bottom lip, not even hiding how absolutely, completely attracted to him you are.

Aone’s expression doesn’t change much but his eyes glint and you know he’s pleased by your reaction. He reaches down, hooking his thumbs under the hem of your pyjama top and tugging it off. He gazes down at you, face soft, his eyes tracing over your body.

You’d normally be fighting the urge to cover yourself but you don’t feel the need to do that with Aone. You want him to look at you.

Aone leans down to pepper soft kisses down your neck, to your breasts. One large hand massages your tit, tweaking the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. It’s like your nipple is directly connected to your clit, making it throb with every touch. Aone sucks your other nipple, mouth hot against your skin as his teeth lightly graze you. It’s electrifying. You can feel yourself getting wetter, a scorching heat between your legs.

You need him inside you.

You tug on the roots of his hair gently, pulling his face back up to yours. Aone kisses you deep and slow, one hand reaching down to line his cock up with your entrance. You can feel the fat mushroom tip nudging between your folds. You pull your knees up, wrapping your legs around his hips to give him better access.

Aone pulls back from the kiss. You chase his lips with your own but he cups your cheek, holding you away.

“I want to see your face,” he says.

 He locks eyes with you and pushes himself inside.

Your mouth falls open and your brows scrunch in the middle as Aone slides his cock into your tight hole. You’re more than wet enough for him but his cock is as thick as the rest of him, stretching you with a burn that’s half pleasure, half pain. You whimper, eyes squeezing shut as Aone shallowly pumps himself inside you, going a little deeper each time. Each stroke of his cock sets your nerves on fire, sparks running through your whole body to the tips of your fingers and toes.

“Holy shit,” you grit out. “You’re – ah! – You’re so b-big.”

“Are you okay?” Aone stops still. “Are you in pain?”

You shake your head, wrapping your legs tighter around him.

“Don’t stop,” you beg him.

He gives a short nod and keeps going, slowly working himself deeper until he’s bottomed out. Aone waits there for a while, letting you adjust to the size of him. You’re desperate for more friction, your pussy clenching him tight.

“You…” He collapses onto his forearms, burying his face in your neck.

His hand tangles in your hair at the back of your head, holding you to him.

“You feel so fucking good,” he breathes. “You’re doing so well.”

Aone’s praise sends a thrill up your spine, so reminiscent of the first time you met. He presses his mouth against the shell of your ear.

“I’m going to move, okay?” His voice is hoarse.

You nod and he starts to pull back, keeping his body pressed against yours. It should feel smothering, his large body covering yours, but instead it feels safe. Secure.

Aone keeps a steady pace, not pulling out all the way before thrusting back into you. Your greedy pussy pulling him back in every time, your plush walls squeezing him, not wanting to let him go. His cock rubs against the sensitive spot inside you, the trimmed hair at the base stroking delicious friction against your clit. The combination is indescribable. It doesn’t take long for your eyes to roll back again, your orgasm building faster than you can register.

Aone can feel it. The way your tight pussy gets even tighter, the whimpers you make from the back of your throat, the way your thighs squeeze his hips. He can’t get enough of it. He wants to last as long as possible so he can stay here forever. Stay with you, like this, forever. But the way you’re gripping him, milking his cock, makes it impossible.

“I’m gonna cum, angel,” he groans. “Cum with me.”

His words are enough to tip you over the edge. Stars burst behind your eyes. You cry out his name as your thighs tremble and your toes curl, creaming on his cock. Aone grunts, half-moaning, as buries his cock inside you, thick ropes of cum coating your walls.

You hold him close, not wanting him to leave even as his cock softens inside you. Aone stays where he is, wanting to prolong this moment as long as he can. He presses gentle kisses against your neck, hugging you close to him.

“You’re perfect,” he mumbles in between kisses. “Thank you.”

You smile and catch his lips with your own.

“Always,” you whisper back.

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What kind of aesthetic do you think the characters go for? Like what aesthetic would they be attracted to in a partner, purely based on vibes. You can answer this sinply as an ask, or create hcs out of it, completely up to you :-)

Type of "aesthetics" that Haikyuu boys would like in a partner

— Summary: Vibes/aesthetics that the characters would like in a partner, whether due to clothes, personality, tastes, etc.

— Multiple characters!!

— Fluff | Gn!Reader

ᡴꪫ₊˚⊹. 》 He would certainly fall in love instantly with someone very lively, extroverted and playful, someone who shared his same chaotic personality, joining in on his crazy ideas. His ideal type of date would definitely be busier places, such as amusement parks, arcades, festivals, etc.

Someone who wasn't afraid to express themselves in with vibrant colors, even if it makes you the center of attention. The most important thing is that you can wear clothes and accessories that express your personality and lifestyle!

— hinata, nishinoya, inuoka, lev, goshiki, koganegawa, bokuto.

ᡴꪫ₊˚⊹. 》 Someone shyer, cute, almost as if they just came out of a shoujo anime, certainly catches his attention. A person who has a loving personality, and who cares about him, makes his heart skip a beat.

Many of your dates would be something simpler, like a picnic or a day watching movies at home, but these are the moments when you create the sweetest memories. <3

— sugawara, kageyama, kenma, tendou, osamu, aone, oikawa.

ᡴꪫ₊˚⊹. 》 Someone who has a unique style and way of thinking, in a perfect balance between chaos and tranquility. One moment you would perhaps be at a show, and the next you would be walking through the deserted streets at dawn, uncovering the secrets that the dawn hides in the shadows.

A person who was bold, both in personality and in the way of dressing and expressing themselves, but who gave off a strange feeling of comfort.

— iwaizumi, kyoutani, semi, atsumu, suna, kuroo, taketora.

ᡴꪫ₊˚⊹. 》 He are looking for someone who is mature and responsible, and who has a calm personality, but don't forget to remind him every day and in every possible way that you love him. Be it song lyrics, quotes in books, and even drawings, you would always find a new way to make him rosy-cheeked.

Whether in a coffee shop, library or museum, he would always feel calm and comfortable with your presence, because just you being by his side was enough for him.

— asahi, daichi, tsukishima, ushijima, shirabu, kita, akaashi.

꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦

— A/N: I'm sorry if that wasn't exactly what you wanted, this "aesthetics" thing I don't really understand because it's a very vague concept, so I tried my best to write something that could include everyone who is reading!!

Besides, this is my first time writing in this type of style, so I'm sorry again if it's not good💔 And if a character you like isn't here, you're free to imagine which one of these he would fit into!

[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.

[standfucker]

Slow and Steady

Aone x female Reader word count: 809 CW: explicit N.SFW content

Aone liked to take his time.

You learned that about him fairly quickly when you started tutoring him. Conversation, writing, studying–when it came to just about everything except volleyball, he preferred to go at his own pace. That quirk could potentially be hindering when it came to grades, which was where you came in. As his classmate and neighbor, you helped him understand the day’s lessons and prepare for tests, which was vital if he was going to continue to be allowed to play in the volleyball club. Though he needed a little extra time, he was sharp and diligent, and tutoring him quickly became something you looked forward to.

Part of that was because Aone was good at showing his appreciation. With how important volleyball was to him, keeping his grades high enough was something he never failed to thank you for, even going so far as to bow after your sessions although you were the same age. After a while, he started bringing you gifts. It was mostly food–snacks that you shared. Then the snacks became sweets, cute little chocolates and baked goods from the patissiere you mentioned you liked. You started going to his games. Just the big ones when you could find the time, at first. Then the practice matches, too. Then you started showing up for practices, hanging out and doing your homework and walking home together after.

Eventually, you got to really understand just how much he appreciated you.

“Aone…” you whine.

Pencils and papers are scattered off to the side, forgotten. Your arms and legs shake as you brace yourself against his heavy thrusts. Even though he’s holding back, it still feels like a battering ram.

Aone grunts into your ear, his huge body draped over you, arms caging yours and fingers intertwined together.

Here, too, he takes his time. Slow, powerful thrusts spear you with the thickness of his cock, filling you up, only to leave you wanting. It just lasts a moment before he’s back inside you, nudging your g-spot deliciously, but any time he’s not inside you is a tragedy as far as you’re concerned.

Needing more, throw your hips back to meet his next thrust, squeezing hard around him. He lets slip a gasp and a “fuck,” into your ear, and you moan. He feels so damn good, he always does, and his pace is perfect for most of your sessions, but once you feel your orgasm start to build, it’s no longer enough.

“Aone, please,” you whimper.

“Hm?” he pauses to focus on your words, pressing wet kisses to the back of your neck. He’s not verbal at all during, but he always listens, which you appreciate more after the fact rather than when he’s dicking you down.

“Don’t stop!” you cry, pressing back into him. “Please, Aone, faster!”

He responds without words, simply resuming, this time at a quicker pace. You let out a breathy “yes, just like that” and dig your fingers into your sheets. The tension in your gut winds up tighter and tighter. Just a little more…

You try to pull one of your hands out from where he’s holding it, needing to touch your clit, but his grip is too tight.

“Aone, leggo,” you whine. You’ve hooked up mid-tutoring enough that he knows why you need your hand. He always gives in to you, worships you by doing whatever you want.

So it catches you off guard when he growls, “no.”

“No?” you repeat in shock, but you can’t stop the tightening of your core around him in response.

“No,” he says again, into your ear. “Take it.”

His hips snap just a bit harder into yours, and your arms collapse against his strength. Aone finally unlaces his fingers from yours so he can hold up your hips with one huge hand around your thigh. The other reaches around and finds your clit, calloused fingertips rubbing firm circles.

“Oh, fuck! Aone!” you cry, that tension inside you growing tighter and tighter with every touch and every thrust, until it finally snaps. You cum around him with a shaky whimper of his name, stars dotting your vision as he fucks you through every pulse and wave.

He grunts and gasps, muttering your name before he stutters, “I’m g-gonna cum.”

A little more thrusting, and then he pulls out, releasing over your back. You shiver, aftershocks of your orgasm amplified by the feeling of his hot cum painting your skin.

Then you collapse.

Aone rubs your thighs as you catch your breath. His chest rises and falls a little quicker than usual, but he’s not even panting yet.

“Okay?” he asks, and you nod. “One more?”

You giggle and nod again. In all facets of life but volleyball, he will take his time.

You certainly don’t mind his way of showing his appreciation, either.

[pinkykats-place]

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series warnings: implied age gap, noncon, stepcest

[hikari-writes]

Thinking so very hard about aone takanobu as a baker in a small secluded bakery. Nobody really goes there because 1) nobody is aware of its existence because of its location and 2) if someone ever goes there, they'd be too intimidated by him to even buy anything 3 minutes after they walked in.

You, meanwhile, happened to stumble upon this cozy and homey looking bakery but when you pulled out your wallet, it's apparent that there's nothing in there that can help with your payment.

As you contemplated your life choices and curled up in hunger in front of the shop, you didn't notice the brooding owner leaving the shop and approaching you. When you noticed a large shadow being cast upon you, you looked up only to be greeted by his intimidating figure.

You were about to make a run for it when you were suddenly offered a tray of freshly baked scones. The owner didn't utter a single word, so it took you a moment to process what was the reasoning for his actions.

"...Uh..are these for me..?"

He nodded at your question before gesturing for you to come inside to enjoy the scones. You were about to happily tag along before your mind stopped you, reminding yourself that your wallet only consists of several safety pins and scrunched up bills.

"O-on second thought, nevermind!! I don't have any cash on me right now..."

You admitted but he didn't look surprised at your confession at all. (Makes you think he saw your earlier antics in front of the shop just now) He simply shook his head and pointed towards a table for you to sit comfortably at, before setting down the tray of scones in front of you.

"Does this mean these are on the house?"

He nodded again. He really didn't say much, or anything at all for that matter, but you seemed to be getting the hang of understanding his actions.

Oh, and the scones were absolutely delicious by the way. You became a frequent customer there soon after. You and aone enjoyed each other's company and his baked goods are all so good that you just had to come again the next day to buy them for yourself (and some for your friends too to help with his little business!).

The owner of this small, remote bakery may look intimidating because of his tall and large figure, but he really is a kind and warm person who would not hesitate to help anyone in need.

Maybe this was what made you attracted to the quiet but soft-hearted owner. You may have come for the scones, but you most definitely stayed for mr. baker aone takanobu.

[asena-graywolf]

Happy Family Life

You united your lives with Aone 3 years ago. You were each other's only love both in high school and university. Naturally, you decided to crown your relationship with marriage. You got married in a simple and fun ceremony. The side-by-side photo of you at your wedding was still hanging on your bedroom wall. Every morning when you woke up, you woke up to a happy day by looking at that photo.

You posed in an elegant wedding dress, hugging your husband. This was a document of your love. You intend to wake up looking at that picture every morning for the rest of your life.

Because you wanted to live in touch with nature after marriage, you bought a country house in an area away from city life, crowds and noise. Everywhere was covered with trees and grass. You had a cute two-storey house, just like in fairy tales. Moreover, the garden was so fascinating that it resembled your dreams.

Aone would get up before you in the morning. You would get up right after him and prepare breakfast together. Your husband would take great pleasure in making you breakfast. That day, you woke up to such a peaceful morning. As soon as you woke up, your eyes searched for Aone, you thought you would find him in the kitchen preparing breakfast for you as usual. You put on your dressing gown, went down the stairs and went to the kitchen. But strangely, you saw that Aone was not there. You called out to him, thinking he might be inside the house.

“Aone?!” When there was no response from Aone, you tried once again.

“Aone? Where are you?''

Apparently he wasn't at home. He was either in the garden or busy with flowers in the greenhouse. You left the kitchen and went into the hall, then you went out to the living room and through the door of the living room that opened to the glass greenhouse. You found it exactly where you thought it would be. Aone was wearing his gardener's clothes and was working on flowers. You saw him refilling the pots

“Good morning” you said smiling to your husband.

He answered you without looking up

"Good morning. I'm sorry, I couldn't prepare breakfast for you." ''It's not important. "Is there something wrong?" you wondered.

"Unfortunately, the three naughty kittens I once rescued from the street are now big enough to enter the greenhouse and knock over the flower pots."

You responded with a giggle.

"Oh my God! I don't believe. "How did they get into the greenhouse?"

"I forgot to close the door when I left here last night. "The door was left ajar, so they entered and broke everything."

''Look at the naughty kitties! They'll make trouble for my husband! "Now they will see their day" you said jokingly

Aone was focused on what he was doing and had to ignore your joke. You cleared your throat

“Okay…then let me prepare something for you. "You'll need energy to refill the broken pots."

Aone replied as he grabbed handfuls of soil

"Don't bother. I'll eat later. You have your breakfast, then feed those three naughty cats. "If I finish work, we can garden together."

You patted Aone on the back

"I'll take care of the garden. After saying "Do your job in peace", you gave him a kiss for luck. While kissing your cheek, you felt his smooth skin on your lips.

You left your husband alone with his work and returned to the kitchen. The three kittens Aone rescued from the street have now turned into beautiful adult cats. You called your cats, as soon as they heard you they came to the kitchen and started rubbing on your legs.

"You naughty bastards! So, you broke into the greenhouse last night and knocked over the flower pots. "Lucky for your cuteness, otherwise you would be deprived of a delicious breakfast this morning."

You put food in your cats' food bowls. Then you washed your hands and set about making sandwiches for yourself and Aone at the counter. Next to it, you would squeeze the juice from the oranges you picked from the orange tree in your garden.

Aone loved orange juice. Tomatoes, ham and cheddar cheese were indispensable for him in the sandwich. You've prepared a sandwich just like Aone likes it. You filled the oranges with juice and took them to the greenhouse.

“Aone? I made your favorite sandwich. Come on, eat something. "Then you can keep on your work."

''Y/n. "Didn't I tell you I would eat later?" he said to you in a calm tone.

"You said you know, but I couldn't stand you working on an empty stomach."

Aone sighed. He took off his gloves and took the tray from your hands.

"Bon apetit to you.I will finish my breakfast soon and go out to the yard."

Aone called after you as you exited the greenhouse.

"Leave Kame in the yard. Let him wander around a bit. "We'll put him back in its nest in the evening."

''Ok. "I'll handle it," you said as you walked in.

You went back to the kitchen and had your breakfast. It looks like your cats had also had their fill and were asking you to play. You took them out into the garden. At least they would play by themselves and not bother you

"Cuties" you muttered while looking after them

As soon as you finished your work in the kitchen, you went back to your bedroom and changed your clothes. Since you will be working in the garden, you chose comfortable and loose-fitting clothes. You didn't forget to wear your gardening overalls. Before going to the garden, you took your pet turtle, Kame, out of his nest.

"Good morning Kame! "Come on" you said and took it between your palms.

"Shall we go out to the garden together? What do you say?''

You gently caressed the turtle's shell and then went out into the garden. You put the turtle down and then started to do your work.

But before that, you had another job. You walked into the backyard and stopped in front of the rabbit cage. You had four rabbits: brown, white, black and black spotted. You made an area for them in the backyard. You would take them out of their cages every morning, feed them, and let them wander around the backyard until evening.

You and your pets were like a big family. You took care of each of them as if they were your own children. You and your husband were both a very animal-loving couple. You had a very happy and joyful life. Your only wish throughout your life was to live in this house and in this environment with your family until you die.

"Good morning, my babies!" you greeted your rabbits with a smile. You took them out of their cages and released them into the garden Aone had left lettuce and carrots in the cages for the rabbits. You put them where your rabbits can eat them. You won't die or leave having left something and you could get your work done in the front yard

You returned to the front garden and looked at the strawberry seedlings you planted in your tiny field. Strawberries were starting to ripen, and since it was summer, they were ripening fast.

You went to the nearby tank, took the watering jug and filled it with water from the pump. Then you started watering your strawberry seedlings. You cut the weeds that had started to grow around them. Now your seedlings looked healthier than before. The strawberries of one of them looked ripe. It was big and red. You immediately plucked it and popped it into your mouth.

The taste of organic strawberries created a flavor explosion in your mouth. I wish there was more for you and Aone to eat You've finished watering and pruning your strawberry seedlings. You did not need to spray them because they were not infested. Next was to prune the apple, lemon and orange trees. Since the fruits of the trees were ripe, they had to be collected.

You used to pick fruit from the tree with Aone. Aone would hold a basket in his hand, lift you onto his shoulders, and give you access to the tree. This way, you could reach the fruits more easily, and Aone would fill the fruits you collected into the basket.

You would either sell the fruits or make products such as pickles and jam from them.

You entered the greenhouse to look for the fruit basket. While you were in the greenhouse, you wanted to tell Aone that you had to take care of this now. But it looks like Aone wasn't done yet

"Dear, we need to pick the fruits. Can you help me?''

Aone stopped putting soil in the pot

"If your work is not done, I can handle it alone."

He answered you while taking off his gloves

"How will you handle it alone? You know we have to wait a while to get a new staircase."

You fluttered your eyelashes

"But you're not done yet"

"Come on," he said, going out of the door and into the garden.

You followed your husband. When you arrived under the fruit trees, Aone lifted you onto his shoulders and you picked the fruits one by one, starting from the lemon tree first.

When your basket was full, you got off your husband's back

''Babe?''

"Hm?"

"Gardening is a lot of fun, but…doing that with you is more enjoyable."

Aone wasn't used to this kind of compliment. Until he met you, no one had made him feel this valuable. During his high school years, no one would sit next to him when he got on the train. You were the first person to sit next to him. Aone didn't tell you, but he was so happy when he finally realized he wouldn't be traveling alone. He was so happy that he almost cried Aone bowed his head at what you said. Naturally, you were worried because he wasn't responding.

''Dear? What happened? "Did I say something wrong?" you touched his arm curiously.

He turned to you and put his arm around your shoulder.

''No. "You didn't say anything wrong," he replied.

"Then why did you remain so unresponsive?"

It seems like Aone had feelings to express to you. She put the basket on the ground. She sat on the grass. He made you sit in front of him.

''Do you know? "When you suddenly said that, my high school years came to mind."

You giggled

"We were two young lovers then. "It was beautiful, wasn't it?"

Aone nodded.

"No one has ever valued me this much. Besides you. Admittedly, I had social phobia at that time. Because of the serious expression on my face, people were afraid of me in the places I entered. I would travel alone, even on the train. I hated it when people looked at me like they saw a ghost."

You placed your palm on Aone's cheek

"I wish they could see the goodness and kindness in you. "You may have a tough exterior, but your heart is hot as fire." He held your hand on his cheek with his big palm and gently caressed your fingers.

"I didn't tell you, but the day you sat next to me on the train, I couldn't hold back my tears of happiness. Could such a terribly tyrant-looking man cry? Of course he would cry. The day you agreed to be my girlfriend was the biggest turning point in my life. Even if my happiness that day killed me, I was okay with it. Because I was with you, y/n.”

Aone's words were enough to move you. You tried not to show that your eyes were filled with tears.

“Aone…you are truly a man with a heart of gold. I'm so lucky to have you as my husband. "You are the person I love most in this life."

With his thick fingers, he gently cupped your chin and locked his eyes with yours.

Even though he had a serious and stern expression on his face from years ago, you saw the kind and good-hearted man behind that look.

"I've never talked to anyone for this long. For the first time, I started chatting with you using long sentences. "You know, when I spoke, my teammates were surprised by it."

You held each other's hands tightly and looked at each other deeply.

"It's okay if you don't talk to them. "All I care about is you."

He smiled slightly at you. Only you understood that he wanted to laugh sincerely, even if it was forced.

You both stood up.

''Come on! "There's still a lot of work to be done," you said, and you and your husband set about your daily work.

Your days have always been like this. You were busy gardening and feeding your animals from morning to evening. Sometimes you would go on nature trips with Aone. You were trying to go fishing at a nearby lake

So the months passed.

One day, while you were getting dressed in the bedroom, Aone texted you. You took your phone and read the message

Come to the backyard

You were afraid that something bad had happened to your rabbits and you went down the stairs at full speed in panic.

You went straight to the backyard and saw Aone looking at your rabbits from behind the cage

“Aone? Did something happen to the rabbits?"

Aone gestured for you to come with his hand. You walked next to him and watched the rabbits from behind the cage.

A soft feeling filled you when you saw the view. One of your rabbits had babies. And there were exactly 6 of them.

"Oh my God! I cant believe. How did we not notice? Six cute baby rabbits. Our family is expanding," you said happily.

“I wanted you to see this too,” Aone said to you in a soft voice.

You had something else on your mind. Good news you should tell Aone

"Um…Aone" you said and couldn't hide your blush.

Aone looked at your face as if he wanted to hear something from you.

''I have something to tell you''

''Yes?''

Aone suddenly became serious. He was suspicious that you were going to give him bad news.

"I think…we will have a baby in 7 months too"

The serious and cold look on your husband's face was replaced by a sweet and surprised smile.

“Y/n? Is this…is this really true?”

''Yes. I was going to tell you today. I found it more appropriate to say it as soon as I saw the baby rabbits."

Aone's big hands found your belly that hadn't grown yet and caressed it.

"I will teach our baby to love nature. Because he is the child of a dryad. Yes y/n. You are my dryad"

You embraced each other with love and from that day on you started counting the days for your baby.

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Did you remember my ''Kittens'' scenario? Aone was rescued three fluffy kittens from street. These cats, the same cats. They're just grew up. Aone has really golden heart man. I love him so much

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𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

Kozume Kenma

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

Haiba Lev ²

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

Yaku Morisuke ²

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

𝙵𝚄𝙺𝚄𝚁𝙾𝙳𝙰𝙽𝙸

Bokuto Koutarou

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

Akaashi Keiji

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

𝙰𝙾𝙱𝙰 𝙹𝙾𝙷𝚂𝙰𝙸

Oikawa Tooru

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

Iwaizumi Hajime

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

Matsukawa Issei

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

Hanamaki Takahiro

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁

Tendou Satori

𝒲𝐼𝒮𝒫𝒮𝐼𝑀𝒫𝒮 - 𝒯𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑜𝓊 𝒮𝒶𝓉𝑜𝓇𝒾[Part of a Series, TW: Exhibitionism, Monster/Human Romance - Naga!Tendou] (ℂ𝕆𝕄𝕀ℕ𝔾 𝕊𝕆𝕆ℕ!!)

Ushijima Wakatoshi

𝒲𝐼𝒮𝒫𝒮𝐼𝑀𝒫𝒮 - 𝒰𝓈𝒽𝒾𝒿𝒾𝓂𝒶 𝒲𝒶𝓀𝒶𝓉𝑜𝓈𝒽𝒾[Part of a Series, TW: Exhibitionism, GN!Reader]

Aone Takanobu ²

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

【Ｂａｃｋ　ｔｏ　Ｍａｓｔｅｒｌｉｓｔｓ】

[haikyu-mp4]

This devastating event struck me this morning and I wish Aone the construction worker was there to help me.

Making your way home from the grocery store, tote bag on one shoulder and the other hand holding a pack of eggs, you hummed under your breath while your phone swung from your wrist by its strap. There was lots of construction work going on in your street lately, so you kept your eyes on the streets while weaving your way back.

It’s a homemade phone strap, designed by your humble self to perfectly encapsulate who you are in every coloured bead and designated charm. However, you quickly regret not tucking your phone into your pocket instead when the cord snaps, audible only by your little gasp as you stop to watch the beads scattered all over the pavement.

First, you found the bigger ones, the charms that were very visible in the grey sand covering everything because of the construction work.

You’re pouting as you tuck everything you can find into your palm when a hand reaches forward with a couple of beads as well. Looking up abruptly, you blink at a light-haired construction worker wearing the tiniest smile, but take the beads from him nonetheless.

“Thank you!” you say, looking over the ones you had in your hand while he went back to looking for more. He looked cute like this, rolled up to be closer to the ground and letting his hands trace along the gravel looking for little beads.

The two of you silently kept looking until you had gathered most of them, finally standing up and stretching your legs. You smiled kindly when the man looked curiously at your hand holding the ones you found as if asking if those were all.

Looking over the pile again, you hummed. “I’m missing one flower, like this one.” Showing him, he seemed to nod and pulled out a smudged notepad and a pencil that seemed like it was sharpened with a rough knife.

“Write your number. I will let you know if I find it.”

Your eyes sparkled as you looked at your hero, accepting the offer and scribbling down your number, adding your name and a little heart.

“You’re my hero, thank you so much.”

“Just Aone.”

And if you come back later with two bentos to ask if he wanted to have lunch after he texted you saying he found some more for you, what of it?

masterlist

[desperate-daydream]

🏐 Haikyuu

❀ Aone Takanobu x (trans) male reader ⚣︎

A/N: gods, I just love side characters. tbh, I’m mostly just projecting myself and my imaginations on that (but which writer didn't do that at least once) XD

tags/warnings: reader is tanaka’s brother (could also be adopted) & a dancer, set in season 2 episode 19, Miyagi Spring Qualifier Quarterfinals (at least that's what fandom wiki says, I hope that it's right)

Hey, lovebirds

It was a match from the Miyagi Spring Qualifier Quarterfinals - Aoba Johsai and Date Tech were playing - and the second set with a two-point-lead by Seijou. The third-grades of Date Tech just came running on the bleachers. 

“What’s the score?” They arrived at the rail and looked down at the still ongoing game. “Oh damn. Who won the first set?” 

“Ehm”, a voice came from behind them. It was the captain of Karasuno with his whole team. “Seijo won the first one.” 

“What, Karasuno?!”, Moniwa said, “Oh, hello. Good to see you.” They greeted each other and of course, Sasaya immediately had to restrain the former vice Kamasaki. That’s when they were noticed by other members of their school that they joined. 

The game went on with the third-grades as well as Karasuno tensely watching. After a few other points another person came running on the bleachers and immediately towards the rails to look at the score. 

Tanaka saw who it was and looked behind him to see his sister calmly stroll towards them. 

“Hey!” When you heard his voice you immediately turned around and faced him. 

“Oh, hey Ryu”, you grinned when you saw your brother sitting there with his usual attitude and rebellious grin. He informed you about the winner of the first set and then noticed the questioning looks of his teammates except for a few of them - especially Noya who had met you several times before already because of their friendship.

“Ugh, guys, this is my brother, (Y/N).” 

You chuckled, “Hi, nice to meet you. Is it so bothersome to introduce me?” The question was directed at your brother. 

“Huh, yeah, yeah, actually it is”, he answered grinning. It was usual for you two to bug each other like that. That’s also when your older sister Saeko arrived. “Oh, come on boys!” She tried to throw her arm around you to get you in her side-clasps but you were already trained and easily ducked away. 

Fortunately for you, the third-graders of Date saw and waved at you so you could scurry to them.

“Why have we never seen him at games before?”, Yamaguchi asked curiously. 

“Because he also has training most of the time.” 

“Oh, does he play volleyball too?”, Hinata spoke excitedly. You weren’t really tall, just like him, so he was really interested if you were a player as well. But Ryu and Saeko laughed a little. 

“Nah, look at his bag”, Ryu pointed at you standing next to Moniwa at the rails. It was a sports bag and shoes were hanging on the side of it. Which was noticeable is that it wasn’t only one pair but three different ones - two of which most of the boys haven’t seen anything about before. “He’s a dancer.” 

“Ahhhh”

“Ok, but why is he standing here now and talking to Date’s former captain?”

Now Tanaka began to scowl and Sakeo chuckled as she sat down. “Because Aone is his boyfriend”, the young woman answered. 

Many of their glances quickly went from you to the mentioned player and back again. “Reallyyyy?!”, Hinata was wide eyed looking down at the middle blocker before grinning, “Cooool!”

Daichi and Suga chuckled when they saw Ryu’s expression. “Why are you scowling?”, Daichi asked while still grinning. “Do you not like Aone?”, Suga continued. 

“He’s super protective of (Y/N)!” Noya saw his chance and took it. 

“Aone is.. alright, I guess”, Tanaka mumbled. The others kept on bugging him a bit but quickly turned back to the game that will decide who would be their next opponent. 

Meanwhile you were standing on the rail and watching closely while occasionally cheering your boyfriend on. He had noticed you already and you could’ve sworn that he had smiled a little bit. 

The game was really exciting and in the end Seijou won. You saw the third years’ shoulders slump down and them letting their heads hang. You sighed and let your head hang too. 

When Date’s team quickly came to stand in front of the bleachers you made eye contact with Taka giving him a comforting smile. Then you signaled him to meet you outside in the halls. You turned around to go meet him. But before you went down you shortly hugged your sister and gave your brother a light slap on the head - which he tried to return but you could duck away - to say goodbye for the day. You’d be driving back in Date Tech’s team bus and staying at Aone’s for the night. 

You went towards each other and let the others go past you both before you hugged him tightly. “You okay?”, you looked up at him with your arms still around each other and let your chin rest on his chest. The height difference between you two was kinda funny.

He gave you a little nod but he was still wearing that sad frown. 

“You were great.” This made a soft look appear in his eyes that possibly only you came to see and know what it meant. 

“Hey, lovebirds”, you heard Futakuchi shouting, “Come on, you can make out later. We’re gonna go to the bus now.” Aone’s team mates laughed. You stuck out your tongue towards them but let go of your boyfriend. 

While you went to follow the team Takanobou linked your pinkies like he often did when you walked together. 

On the bus you sat next to each other and Aone let his head rest on yours that you had placed on his shoulder. You took his hand intertwining your fingers and rested on your lap. The bus was rather quiet - exhaustion and sadness because of the lost game were the primary feelings. Your boyfriend let out another sigh. 

“Hey, Taka?”, you whispered with your eyes closed. You felt the rumble from his body as he let out a low “Mh?”.

“You’re free from training tomorrow, right?”

“Mhm.” 

“You wanna go somewhere then? I also got nothing tomorrow.”

“Mhm. Decide tomorrow?”, his voice was so low it send a wave of goosebumps over your skin. 

“Mhm.” You felt yourself doze off - your training and the excitement to make it to the game had taken a lot of energy from you too. Soon everyone except for the adults was sleeping. 

When you arrived your boyfriend shook you awake gently. 

“Hey, (Y/N)”, his voice was still hushed and even a little deeper than earlier. 

On the way to his mom’s car, who was so nice to pick you both up from school, your arm found his place around his middle while he placed his on your shoulders. 

After eating you both went upstairs to his room to get ready for bed. Aone laid down on top of his blankets and got out his phone while you still searched through his closet for one of his hoodies. You quickly changed into it after finally finding what you searched for and flopped down on top of your boyfriend. 

“Oof”, he played as if you were heavy enough to crush his brick of a body in any way. 

You chuckled and kissed his cheek. A smile that only you got to see appeared on his lips. 

His hand went to cup your cheek to pull you closer and kiss you properly. You sighed happily and let yourself fall into the kiss. 

After you parted, you snuggled close to him and placed your head in the crook of his neck. That way you fell asleep like many times before already.

[suplicyy]

haiii ^_^

can u do a various hq x reader where the reader is a very sleepy bb and the hq boy just absolutely worships them ?

sorry if thats cringe lel…

thnkx!!

My Dear Sleepyhead

Summary — You are a very sleeper person and he loves how cute you look.

Characters — Yamaguchi, Nishinoya, Sugawara, Taketora, Yaku, Aone.

— Fluff

— Gn!Reader (the image is merely illustrative, it does not mean that it's a fem reader!!)

If you could list the things you like to do most, the first would definitely be "sleeping". You think it's just so amazing to sleep, imagine sleeping through a boring class and waking up feeling completely refreshed! There's nothing better than this in the world!!! (at least that's what you think)

You always have a sleepy expression on your face, no matter how much you say that most of the time you don't feel like sleeping.

And your boyfriend is grateful every day that you enjoy it, as he loves to see how adorable you look in your sleep.

Yamaguchi

Okay, this boy loves you SO MUCH.

If you could see the sparkle in his eyes as he watches you take a nap, you would have no doubt that he likes you.

He would shyly play with the strands of your hair, while looking at you with a smile on his face.

But if you were sleeping more than usual, he would be worried about you.

"Is they overworking themself too much? Has something happened and they doesn't want to tell me? My God, what do I do..." Please make sure you have a healthy routine, or Yamaguchi is going to have a heart attack from worry.

He will always make sure you are eating well and having a regular sleep schedule, and of course, he will always spoil you with some sweets and kisses!

Nishinoya

Listen to me, this boy is also a big sleeper like you.

When you are at each other's houses, after a good meal you would take the longest nap of your lives, waking up almost at dinner time (and consequently staying up late because you both are no longer sleepy)

But he would also make sure you are not sleeping too much.

After all, who else would help him with his homework if you were asleep in class and didn't hear the teacher's explanation?

Nishinoya would definitely wake you up with the biggest smile in the world, telling you to walk with him around the school during break time, with the aim of trying to keep you awake.

Sugawara

Upon seeing that you are sleeping, he would initially laugh at the small string of drool that was dripping from your mouth while you slept, but then he would watch you with a kind expression on his face.

He would stroke your head, gently kiss your hand, expect lots of caresses from him!

But make no mistake, he wouldn't let you take a nap all the time while you were in class (he would only make exceptions when he sees that you're too tired), because he would be worried about your school performance.

When you were home, he would let you sleep on top of him while he hugged you. And who knows, maybe he'll take a nap with you, even though he doesn't usually sleep as much as you do, but your presence is so comforting that he can't take it and ends up sleeping with you.

Taketora

If you ever ended up sleeping on his shoulder, he would freak out.

He just loves you SO much, I swear to you that no matter how you are, he will always think you are the most beautiful thing in this world.

He has lots of photos of you sleeping on his phone, from the cutest to the weirdest (and he begs you to not delete them)

And sometimes he would give you so many kisses and caresses that it would end up waking you up, and then he would begs you to forgive him for "interrupting his queen's sleep"

And if you ended up sleeping in places other than your home, he would be over protective of you, since he saw in a video that the way people are most vulnerable is when they are sleeping. (it was a video about jungle survival...💀)

Yaku

If you like sleeping in class, I'm sorry but Yaku wouldn't let you do that...

He understands that sometimes you may be more tired than usual and sleeping through a boring class, but he doesn't want your grades to drop drastically because you're not paying attention. (but either way he will always help you study)

But don't worry, he can be a little strict sometimes, but he takes great care of you!!

When you wake up from a nap he always has some water and your favorite snack, assuming you would be hungry after sleeping all afternoon.

He sometimes takes some photos of you while you're asleep, you have such a peaceful expression on your face that he can't stand it because of how cute it is!!

And if any teammates found out and made fun of him (Kuroo and Lev more specifically), they would immediately shut up when they saw the scary expression on his face.

Aone

He is definitely the most adorable among all the others above. He cares so much about you and would consequently take very good care of you.

Whenever he notices that you are sleepy, he offers his shoulder so you can rest your head and take a little nap, depending on where you are.

And I can say for sure that he is someone very comfortable to sleep together, he's practically a heater with legs. Just getting close to this boy makes you feel a comforting warmth.

He stares at you a lot while you sleep, and some people who see it from afar might find it scary (especially because of his intimidating appearance) but you know that those eyes always shine with love for you.

Aone definitely has a photo of you sleeping and made it his wallpaper on his cell phone.

A/N — Tysm for your request!! And I'm sorry if there were any characters you didn't like, but I assumed it was okay since you didn't specify who you like😭😭

[manias-wordcount]

Greetings my dear friend. I have returned with a request for my beloved tower Aone Takanobu. Since you did that you liked Fantasy AUs I used my kingdom of ideas, which created the following request :

Dragon!Aone, living near a village, wakes up to fem!reader chained to a tree near his cave. When he slowly goes up to them as to not scare them he is surprised to be met with excitement. After he freed the reader, she tells him about how she was curious and interested in dragons wich let to the village people sending her as a sacrifice to him. Aone is happy that someone isn't afraid of him for once and let's the reader stay with him.

So how about some headcanons ar short story ( what ever you like ) about how they turn from friends to lovers ?

Thanks from my hopeless romantic single like a Pringle ass. I love you and your work

S/o and Dragon HCs (Aone Takanobu)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗺 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗵𝗲𝗵𝗲

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

The Maiden and her smile

When he first saw you there, chained up and locked to a tree, he was furious

How dare they lock up a maiden and try to sacrifice her to him??

He knew what people thought of dragons but he couldn’t help but feel insulted he would be used in a plot so cruel

Naturally, he knew that no one was going to come and save you so he took his approach

He tried to be as slow and as gentle as he could, not making any sudden movements in fear of terrifying you too much that it would be impossible to get close

You didn’t notice him immediately, but once he was close enough and you laid your eyes on him?

You surprised him

He had heard screaming and shouting and swearing at his existence before but never had he ever heard someone squeal in excitement 

But there you were- the biggest smile on your face as you clapped your and together and shouted “You’re here! You came!” at him

And little did he know that would be the start of something new

The Maiden and her hands

You loved dragons- that was what you told him when he first untied you

Despite this, he tried to nudge you with his snout in the direction he knew there were villages but you wouldn’t budge.

Instead, you were quick to turn around and run your fingers up and down in excitement

That over-joyed look on your face? It never went away as you looked at him in such awe 

As much as Aone enjoyed your soft, gentle touch, he knew you couldn’t stay

He was a beast but you were like the sun- a cave is no home for a woman like you and a dragon is no companion for a person so sweet

But no matter how much he pushed or huffed or glared down at you, you wouldn’t leave.

You just looked up at him and smiled as if this was where you were meant to be. Where you wanted to be.

A couple of minutes later, he found himself walking back to his cave with another huff

You walked beside him, holding onto his tail the entire way

The Maiden and her words

It took a couple of weeks for you to adjust, and just a few months for everything to fall into place

He learned so much about humans that he didn’t know before- and very quickly too

He learned that while you can eat the same berries and fruits as he, you could not eat his hunt- not without a breath of his fire to scorch the skin of his kill

He learned that you were not content with sleeping all day as he did. 

You were built to explore and to wander and to get yourself in all sorts of trouble that he would gladly save you from

He learned that you needed warm at night and a simple fire was not enough when the wind blows strong

You sleep best when you’re curled into his side and he’s curled around you

He learned that you had so much to say- about your home, your life, your family, the world, and him

He learned that you were quick to compliment him on his existence. Quick to say that you loved his eyes and his scales and that you thought he was so beautiful. So grand.

And he learned that you were quick to tell him that you think you love him only after you thought that he had fallen asleep

[kitsune-kita]

ど 𓈒♡︎ DATE TECH HIGH (MIYAGI PREFECTURE)

f - fluff | a - angst | s - suggestive | d - drabbles | o - oneshot | h - headcanons | sc - series or collection

— aone takanobu

— kamasaki yasushi

— moniwa kaname

— sakunami kosuke

© KITSUNE-KITA - do not repost, translate, plagiarise, or claim any of my works as your own.

[loko4koko]

>fanart_credit: (l->r) n/a, @/f1iegen, n/a (via_twitter, n/a via pinterest) (if credit is known, please dm/send ask)

content_key: ✩=fluff | ꨄ=nsfw | ✟=angst | ⚠︎=dark content

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Date Tech x Reader

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Disclaimers!

None of the stories linked are mine.

Female, male & gn reader inserts.

Some contain mature content.

Gif not mine.

Note: if you read and enjoy any of these stories - please like, leave a comment and/or reblog original post!

The Train

Aone x Reader

Satisfaction (nsfw)

AONE TAKANOBU X FEMALE READER

Summary: Aone had always been a little shy when it came to intimacy. He wasn‘t used to being soft with other people, so you had to coax him into it.

Soft Sex

Aone x fem!Reader

aone with a bunny reader

Aone Takanobu x fem! Reader

Invasion

BOYFRIEND!AONE TAKANOBU X FEMALE READER

Summary: Aone wants to try out one of your kinks.

aone with male reader that loves to get head pats

people pleaser

futakuchi kenji x f!reader

summary: where futakuchi kenji isn't as mean or disrespectful as other people have told you

pout

futakuchi x f!reader

Angel

Moniwa Kaname x fem!Reader

𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝟚𝟙: 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕦𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 + 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡

Moniwa x afab!Reader

Strength Kink

Kamasaki Yasushi x fem!Reader

His Sweater

Koganegawa x fem!Reader

Summary: Y/n tends to be attracted to quiet, calm, and caring guys. But she ends up falling for Koganegawa and it involves a soda, a mop and a sweater - and maybe a few laps around the track.

In need of a manicure

Date Tech x gn!manager!reader

Go Go! Let's Go! Let's Go! Dateko! The Captains Mom

Oiwake Takurō x fem!Reader

Summary: Futakuchi Y/N has been a single mom since her son was born 16 years ago. Despite working full time, she showed manages to support her sons love of Volleyball. When he son becomes captain of the Dateko volleyball team, Y/N offers to help the team manager prepare meals for the team. At meal drop off, Y/N has a chance encounter with the coach of Dateko, Oiwake Takurō. What will this chance encounter lead to and how will it affect her son’s volleyball career?