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takes1 · 6 months ago
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bokuto fucking your insecurities away
i LOVE his character. very fun to write. would love to do any requests for him!! working on an oikawa request now :)
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warnings. nsfw. conversations around body image issues info. nsfw / rough sex / friend sex / chubby!reader / insecure!reader / bokuto has a praise thing / impatient!bokuto / airhead!bokuto / sweet!bokuto / bokuto likes big girls / dumb dick bokuto / pool party setting / 2.3k words
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Watchful eyes tracked the arrival of a group of girls from the house to the poolside, all clad in their colorful swimsuits, hats, sunglasses, and smiles.
Bokuto bumped a serve up to Akaashi and grinned at the perfect opportunity to show off in front of you.
SLAM! Right into the water on the other side of the net, splashing Washio hard in the face.
He cursed loud at his unnecessary force, but quickly shut himself up when the girls came walking around the side of the pool. He pushed the water off of his face with flexed arms.
Something was wrong, though. Bokuto swam to the side of the deep-end and pushed his body up to sit on the edge despite the game going on.
"Hey!" He waved enthusiastically to a couple of girls and brought them over.
They were more than happy to bend over in front of his sculpted, shiny body, but his attention was only taken by your absence.
"Where's (Y/n)?"
They frowned and stood back up, half-heartedly mentioning that you wouldn't come out of the room they all changed in, and walked away.
That just wouldn't do. He turned to look at the house.
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"Put a towel on before you go inside!!" Akaashi called, exasperated he even had to tell him.
"AAAAAHH!!" Was his response; as good at articulating his frustration as any that he had to jog the distance back for a stupid towel.
Akaashi rolled his eyes into setting another ball. Bokuto rolled his eyes, too, and slid the screen door open.
It was so cold inside, his skin prickled up instantly. He wished you'd just come out already-- enjoy the warm sunshine, let him rub sunscreen all over you, lay on his chest in the pool. His stomach pooled with heat at the fantasy of it all.
Oh, you were coming out of that room even if he had to drag you out.
Just before his hand grabbed the doorknob, he thought better for a second. A loud, rhythmic knock.
"(Y/n)!! Come outside!" He yelled into the door.
He didn't spare a single second more to linger when he heard a faint sniffle.
You weren't a mess, but your eyes were still stinging and you were not happy to be walked in on when you had nothing but an ill-fitting t-shirt over your bikini, even if it was Bokuto.
His proportions were ridiculous. Giant, hulking shoulders and a strong, wide back dipped deliciously into his tiny waist. Itty-bitty trunks showed off his powerful thighs, though he was dripping all over the carpet.
In a way, it only brought you back down to the feeling that you were not up-to-snuff to walk out in your bathing suit with all these athletic bodies outside.
"What the hell?" He yelled; not at you, just at the fact that you were clothed, and clearly trying to not cry.
A couple steps forward made you tense. He caught this, so he turned around and closed the door behind him.
Being soft wasn't one of his strong suits, but he tried with you.
His affinity for you was never-ending after he passed you one day in the hallway. One big, empty-headed smile was all it took to start your odd friendship. He used this one interaction to wedge his way up to 'studying' with your small, academic club.
His eccentricities made him charming and personable to talk to, but Bokuto was undeniably attractive and even more popular. So, you weren't sure why he associated with you, since he never paid attention in your study group.
You pushed the wet off of your face with the heel of your hand and tried to sober up a little, "I'm going home."
Your voice sounded so hoarse and weak, you regretted saying anything and not just walking out when you had the chance.
Bokuto laughed as if you were really joking.
Instead of trying to explain yourself to him, which historically never went well in your favor, you grabbed your pants off of the floor.
His gaze dropping and necessary palming of his growing ache wasn't subtle, but you couldn't see it. That tiny shirt didn't cover your ass; he had to savor the sight.
His head spun with confusion and the beginnings of frustration at the sight of more clothes, "What are you doing?"
He tried again, desperate to keep you from putting on those pants, and closed the distance between you, "Come oooon, let's just go out there and have some fun! We're playin' some ball- I want'cha to watch me win!"
His big, adoring eyes chipped at your guard. Instead of getting lost in them, you looked to the side, to the corner you were changing in when you first started feeling like this bikini was a horrible idea.
A frown made his entire face droopy when he saw your expression harden.
"I should've gotten a one-piece," You muttered.
It took a few moments for him to process what was so bad about that. It took him longer to come up with a response, which gave you enough time to shiver at the lack of space he gave you.
You felt horrible that you wanted to leave him, since he was the reason you were invited and had the courage to wear something like this in the first place. It just didn't stand up to how overwhelming the possibility of judgement might be.
Bokuto closed the gap even more so you'd look up at him, face set, "You always think too hard about this stuff."
Frustrated that he couldn't even grasp at the concept, you gripped your shirt harder.
He let up, physically unable to keep a mean mug on his face for more than a few seconds.
"I'm sure ya look real good-," His wild and unruly imagination inspired an obvious up-and-down with his eyes. Your heart skipped at his intense energy.
"So come on!" He tore himself away, grabbed your wrist, and didn't give you the chance to pick apart his tone, "Let's go!"
You weren't moving despite his jerk towards the door. A frustrated sigh made you feel a bit smaller.
He was pretty imposing when he was close to you, and not his usual high-energy self.
This topic of contention wasn't new. He brushed away your usual self-deprecating jokes, and called you cute on a number of occasions-- you thought it was a joke, or just politeness. But he never got irritated before.
"Need me to prove it?" His thumb hooked under his the hem of his trunks and pulled on them enough to make you give a quick, uneven:
"N-o,"
One uncontrollable glance down, and your face was burning fast.
You were pretty sure you just saw his dick. He laughed at your sheepish reaction and slapped a hand to the back of his neck.
"I dunno how else to convince you that you're fuckin' gorgeous."
You tried to pretend not to see him adjust, but he was watching you, like an owl waiting for his mousey dinner. It was difficult to not feel aroused and curious when you were so plainly desired and lusted after by this big, stupid hottie.
The air between you was warm and still.
After a moment of deliberation, your fingers gripped the edges of your shirt and you lifted it off. It was more of a test to see if he still felt the same.
"Damn," He sighed, lids heavy, thumb still hooked to his trunks.
His free hand guided your face up to his- you found no reason to deny him a needy, raunchy kiss. He was so forward, there was no room to doubt or overthink his intentions when his hands were filling with your hips and chest so fervently.
You had never felt so wanted before.
The ease in which he picked you up and set you onto the bed forced a startled moan against his lips.
He sucked a toothy kiss to the side of your mouth with a boyish giggle, "Sooo pretty."
This time, you took his compliment as it was intended. Unlike the countless other times he told you that and you assumed the worst.
He was only gone for the moment it took for him to wrench his own trunks off, leaving him completely bare with a generous size straining against the air.
Being naked truly didn't bother him at all. He looked so natural it was like he could walk outside like that, completely fine.
You envied his simplistic mind.
His cock was burning hot against your skin once he sandwiched it between yourself and his weight.
If there was one thing you could tell from his messy, rushed kissing, it was that he hated taking things slow. It took a few deliberate whines to keep him from yanking on the bottom piece of your bikini.
He melted at your successful efforts and the squeeze of your legs around his hips.
Your hands fluttered over his strong back, pushing, pulling, poking here and there at some hard muscles that you didn't even know existed. You wanted to enjoy as much of him as you could.
To keep his discomfort at bay, he rubbed himself against your softness, breath labored and hot on your lips.
"'Need you so fuckin' bad," He laughed, unable to cope with his peaked impatience.
This time you didn't fight his efforts to remove your bikini bottoms-- but you gasped at his unhinged lick to the inside, where you had been slowly getting them wet.
He tossed them to the side with a smile and pulled you to the edge of the mattress so he could stand. This was better for his control, in his opinion.
The guy had clocked this height to work before you had even expressed any interest much earlier.
Another few kisses you had to reign him in for and he was sliding against you, getting himself coated with your wet, yearning to be inside you already.
It helped that he gave you such a good view.
His hands kept your twitchy, plush thighs still as he pushed into you.
You gave a fretful sound, not quite as prepared for his size as you preferred.
A guttural groan escaped from him, one that only further proved his bottomless lust as valid. You watched his face tighten, then drop into something a bit sleepier- it helped you adjust better, feeling, seeing, hearing exactly how much he wanted you.
His big, strong hand grabbed the bottom half of your face, "That feel good, baby?"
He didn't wait for you to respond to him before stealing a few hungry, rough kisses from your puffy lips.
When he pulled away after stealing enough of your breath, his head flew back and left you to watch his taut, muscular body twitch and flex as he fucked deeper into your cunt.
An absolute piece of art was taking you, in a stranger's bed no less.
"Ah-h!" You whined as he set an intense pace.
His cock felt so good, stretching you out over and over again, and you gladly adjusted to his unquestionable enthusiasm.
A handsome, boyish sound was his giddy chuckle, "Ya like that?"
Those skilled, eager thrusts resonated throughout your entire body- he watched your tits bounce in your strappy top under him in a stupid daze. His hands were filled with the plush of your hips, constantly stretching to grab and pull more of you onto him.
He fucked you like he'd never get the chance to again. Under his touch, you felt like the most beautiful girl in the world. Nothing else mattered much in comparison.
"Fuck, yeah," It came out in a whimper, but still captivated him like you'd muttered some spell.
His satisfied moan at your affirmation was choked and uneven. He nabbed one of your wrists to place a kiss on, but his pussy-fixated brain could handle one thing at a time.
You needed him deeper- fuck, he looked so pretty panting on your wrist like that.
The squeeze of your thighs stalled him. His eyes were filled with a confused, yet intrigued restlessness when you pushed on him so you could flip over.
"Mm, yeah, yeah- That's so-o fucking hot!!" Bokuto whined.
He let you take the lead because he loved seeing your confidence shine through. It was beyond sexy watching you own it and put your ass in the air for him.
"Oh, f-uck," He moaned, breathless as he sunk into you.
You squeezed around him when he landed a hard slap on your soft, supple skin.
Yeah, this was all you needed. Next time you were feeling down, this perfect man could just fuck the insecurity out of you.
You settled into a deep stretch with a nice arch for him and felt a calloused hand pressing into your lower back to keep you still.
He certainly hated wasting time.
At this point you leaned into it, crying whiny curses into the pillow beneath you while he fucked you hard.
His heart skipped a few beat when you cried, uneven at each thrust, "Feel s-o good, Bokuto"
His nails dug hard into your ass, his breath getting choppier, voice raspy when he told you, "Been waitin' so long."
He laughed, barely swallowing his own whine at the threat of needing to cum so bad.
"You'll get this- h-ah," He winced, having to stall a moment when you clenched around him, "Nex-t 'ime you wanna act all fuckin' shy..."
Your climax was hard and fast, rendering you a bit lightheaded as he pounded his last few strokes out and finished all over your ass.
Everything was hot and hazy when he rolled onto his back next to you. You slid so you were laying onto your tummy.
His big, goofy grin was a bit cloudy in your vision: "One more?"
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ariichive · 4 months ago
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trial period
various haikyuu
in which he finds an opportunity in your boyfriend's errors. suna, osamu, iwaizumi, and akaashi fem reader | cursing | grumpy volleyball players | jealousy | they see their chance and take it | toxic relationships | akaashi's is a bit angsty but its still sweet, promise | i used kenji as a name for readers bf
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suna
suna felt like shit; everything was pissing him off today. his coach was harder on him, he forgot his water bottle, and the heat was terrible. he was convinced nothing could make his day worse.
well that's what he thought until his phone went off.
'(name): is this a a good gift set for guys?'
image sent.
'(name): or should I get him a new video game??? thx for ur help rinnie :)'
yeah, his day could definitely get worse.
he stared at your text messages, not even wanting to respond. there was nothing more humiliating than his crush of almost a year texting him about another guy. in all honest, he didn't give a fuck about that sorry excuse of a man that you called your boyfriend.
maybe he was biased, but he honestly didn't care. how could perfect, beautiful you settle for a man who forgot your birthday 3 months ago?
shit just didn’t make sense; now here you are, gift shopping for his birthday. if it were up to suna, he’d make sure you didn’t spend a penny on the man’s birthday. but if things were so easy, he’d gave you in his arms after a long day.
shaking his head, suna typed up a quick, dry response. it wasn’t his intention to come off as an asshole, but at the same time, it kinda was. maybe you’d finally get the hint.
suna ignored the buzzing of his phone as he walked into his local grocery store, he'll answer after buying a few snacks for his apartment. he didn't like ignoring your messages, but he also didn't like your boyfriend.
he saw a familiar, hated haircut as he walked mindlessly through the aisles. squinting his eyes, he made sure his eyes weren't deceiving him; but why was he in the women's care section?
sure, there was a small possibility of him buying you something. however, from what he's heard, your boyfriend has never given you flowers. he walked a little closer, not worried about being recognized because the two had only ever briefly met.
suna decided to pull out his phone; he felt something in his gut screaming at him.
suna quickly skimmed over your texts of you asking which video game to buy him. he facetimed you, making sure his headphones were connected.
"you asshole, you're lucky i'm still at the store," your voice spoke beautifully into his ears (he was ignoring your rude remarks). "yeah yeah, lemme see the video game options."
suna heard you sigh before you flipped the facetime camera, showing the huge display of video games.
he didn't look back at his phone, instead looking at your boyfriend- well it wasn't just your boyfriend anymore, he had a girl looking at him with a big smile on her face.
looking a bit closer, he saw the cause of her happiness. in her hands, she was holding two packages of pregnancy tests, different brands.
now, suna didn't want to assume anything; that could be a sister or a cousin. but his suspicions were only confirmed when she gave a big kiss on his lips.
"you're not even looking- are you at the store?" you said after seeing the background of his facetime screen. you watched as he looked lost in thought, standing in front of a shelf of pads. "why are you in the women's section? actually, while you're there can you grab me more..." when you noticed he wasn't listening, you got a bit worried. "rin?"
"sorry, i'm here. hey, i actually have something to show you, don't get mad.. at least not at me, alright?" you stared confused as he flipped the camera to his back one. now everything he was seeing, you were too.
"oh is that kenji? he said he would be at the.." you lost your train of thought as you witnessed kenji wrap an arm around a girl he was with, placing a small kiss on her head.
you could only stay silent as you watched the two happily walk away.
suna felt like an asshole that he was the one to reveal this to you, but it would've been worse if he hadn't.
"o-oh," you were the first to break the silence. "want me to go say something to him? you know i will." suna's own heart broke a little as he heard the cracking of your voice. "no, it's fine. uhh," you took a quick pause in your sentence, contemplating your words carefully, "do you think, you could come over for a little?"
suna glanced down at his screen, seeing you were already out of the video game shack and into the freshness of the outside air.
"yeah, i'll be there soon. be careful going home okay?"
"okay, bye suna."
no nickname or first name, you were definitely upset.
suna sighed as he continued his grocery shopping; making sure not to get anything refrigerated as he didn't know how long he was going to be at your place.
(he grabbed a few of your favorite snacks and a weird-looking stuffed animal he had a feeling you'd like)
after paying and making a mental note to come back later for milk, he went on his way to your place.
he wasn't quite sure what he was expecting when he got to your apartment, but nothing prepared him for seeing you open your door with sad eyes and a twitching lip; sad but not wanting to show.
"hey," you greeted him with a nod which he reciprocated, holding up his grocery bags. "we can watch that stupid reality show you like," suna stretched as he got comfortable in your living room.
"it's not stupid you just don't understand it."
and when the show was just white noise in the background as he listened to you complain about your now ex-boyfriend was turned into you falling asleep, using the cheap plush he bought you as a pillow; he felt like he belonged there with you.
even as your phone blew up with messages from your ex, suna stayed focused on you.
(he blocked the number).
osamu
you stared at the delivered message you sent to your boyfriend 6 hours ago, only growing more irritated as time went by. the two of you had a date planned for later tonight at a fancy restaurant; one he insisted on going to and you agreed eagerly.
you had already gotten all dolled up, and even though you didn't want to go on the date originally, you did do your best to get ready, and it was a bit disappointing to not go out now.
time was only getting closer, and there was still no response from your boyfriend. over the past week, you felt distant from him, hence your quick agreement to this date.
now, he wasn't even answering his phone. even after ringing kenji multiple times and going straight to voicemail, you still had hope. there was still an hour left until the agreed meet-up time, still some time for him to answer.
you did a few small room chores to kill the time, only for your phone to not go off even once. there were still 20 minutes until 6pm, and you decided that this date wasn't going to happen.
now, you were sad and hungry. getting up, you looked through your fridge and cabinets only to find nothing.
about to give up all hope, your phone dinged from the counter. shooting up immediately, you grabbed your eagerly; only to feel slight disappointment when it was your friend sending you a recently opened food place, 'Onigiri Miya'.
something was pulling you towards the place (maybe your stomach); sending your friend a quick text back, you decided to stop by for dinner. putting on more comfortable clothes and deciding to head out, still no text from your boyfriend.
the place was located in a good area and it wasn't a far walk from your own home. you could see yourself coming here more often. the smell of freshly cooked meals could be smelled from outside the restaurant doors. the place was rather empty, considering it was a bit later in the evening.
you sat down at the counter, glancing over the menu. there was an older lady next to you, who had a big smile on her face as she enjoyed her food. the scene caused a small smile to grace your face. you looked around a little more, noticing everyone had a smile on their face as they enjoyed their food.
this place felt like home.
"welcome to onigiri miya. do ya need more time lookin' at the menu?"
a mans voice broke you out of your trance. looking up, you seen a broad male with dark hair in the, what you assumed, was the official uniform of the restaurant.
"hello," you give him a polite smile, "could i get a minced tuna and spring onion rice ball?" you watched the man’s eyes widen, before a small smile adorned his pretty face.
“gotcha, that’s what my brother orders,” he held a bit of fondness in his voice as he recalled his brother. you giggle slightly, “your brother must have good taste.”
“s’alright. my taste has always been better,” he said as he gave you a quick look over, making you sit up a bit straighter. “really? then what do you recommend?” you decided to play along a little, almost forgetting about the events from earlier.
"stop by tomorrow, we could talk about it more."
and when a number was jotted down on the receipt, you felt a new chapter unfolding in your life.
iwaizumi
iwaizumi stared at his client, whose phone was currently going off non-stop. usually, iwaizumi hated it when his clients were on their phones during his training sessions; but this was annoying at this point.
"can you answer that," iwaizumi didn't try to hide the irritation in his voice. his client, kenji, perked up from his sit-ups. "sorry about that, man." iwaizumi just nodded his head, waiting to get back to his training.
"it's my clingy ass girlfriend, she's scared i'm out cheating."
frankly, iwaizumi didn't care; he had another client coming in soon and he needed to get this guy out. "okay.. are you ready to continue?" with a rather embarrassed nod from kenji, they finally continued their workout; which consisted of a few more sets and then iwaizumi creating a dietary plan for kenji to follow.
once kenji was gone, iwaizumi finished up a few more clients for the day before he moved onto his own workout for the night. it was normal for him to stay late and the gym owner trusted him enough to close.
he was in the middle of his workout when he heard the front door open. sighing, he wiped his sweat off with a nearby towel and walked to the front. walking up, he saw a pretty girl who looked lost just as much pissed.
noticing the man coming out of the backroom with a confused look on his face, you decided to speak first.
"hey, sorry to interrupt but have you seen a male with brown hair, brown eyes, and about this tall?" iwaizumi watched as you held your hand a few inches above your own head. "oh and his name is kenji, if that helps?"
iwaizumi's eyes widened in realization; you must be the clingy girlfriend.
"we close in about half an hour, nobody's here but me." he answered truthfully as he watched your face fall. "oh, thank you for letting me know." iwaizumi watched as you were about to turn and leave, but oddly enough he wanted the conversation to continue.
"why does he have you out so late lookin' for him?" iwaizumi wasn't one to shy away from being protective; especially when it came to women and his loved ones.
you watched as he leaned over the reception desk, his biceps flexing as he did so. noticing you were staring, you snapped out of it. "we haven't spoken all day, and then i called him and he told me he was at the gym... thought i'd wait for him so we could go do something after."
haven't spoken all day? that was weird considering how much Kenji's phone was blowing up earlier from text messages from his "clingy girlfriend"/
"he's been gone for hours. i'm his personal trainer, iwaizumi." iwaizumi stuck his hand out which you shook immediately, "(name), nice to meet the man who's kept my boyfriend so busy these past few weeks."
"few weeks? today was his third day here." iwaizumi watched as the words registered into your mind. there was a twitch of your eyebrow, nails picking at the skin of your hands, and a quick bite of your lip.
it was a shitty situation; he felt bad that a pretty girl like you was getting played by a man that couldn't even bench press 22kg.
"if it makes you feel any better, he dropped a 3kg weight on his foot." iwaizumi tried his best to cheer you up, and it seemed to be working when a laugh fell from your lips.
"thank you for talking to me, sorry for taking up your time, iwaizumi. I should start to walk back before it gets too dark," you said noticing how late it was getting.
"let me close up and i'll walk you home, if that's okay with you?"
you looked shocked before a small smile took graced your face, "sure that'll be fine."
and as you waited for iwaizumi to close up the gym, you sent one last text to kenji; a breakup text.
it was against your moral conscience to do it over text, but he tested your limits. you weren't even sure if he'd see the text tonight, since he's out doing whatever, but your feelings still stood.
when you and iwaizumi started the walk back to your complex, it was full of natural conversations and laughter. the two of you hitting it off immediately and ended the night exchanging numbers.
when the next day arrived, kenji walked into the gym, iwaizumi made training incredibly challenging. he still did his job with integrity, but he added a few new workouts to kenji's routine, some of which even made the athletic trainer pause when he did them himself.
akaashi
you flopped around on your best friend's bed, burying your face in his pillows and letting out muffled complaints.
"he's so stupid, keiji! can you believe he ditched our date to go get drunk with his friends?!"
akaashi can actually believe it, but he doesn't think you'd want to hear that right now. "it is shocking, yes." the lie comes out smoothly, he knows how this'll go. you'll complain and shit talk your boyfriend, get immensely sad for a few minutes, and then fall asleep on his bed.
this always happens when another male does your heart incredibly wrong, and akaashi is always there to pick up the shattered pieces.
"it's not the first time this has happened either... we'll be going good, and then out of nowhere he just..."
akaashi heard the familiar cracking of your voice, which he hated to hear, and when he noticed you went completely quiet; he knew you were crying into his pillow.
he gently got up from his seat on his desk, taking a seat on the bed next to you. "(name), it has nothing to do with you, he's just a bottom-of-the-barrel kind of guy. you know this," akaashi picked your head up from his pillow and placed it into his lap.
"you need to stop letting below-average men sweep you off your feet," akaashi sighed. these men were lucky enough to have a chance with you. whereas he, who's known you for a long time, hasn't gotten the chance. akaashi is too careful, and he never wants to overstep any of his boundaries and make you uncomfortable.
you sniffle as akaashi wipes your tears and runs a soothing hand through your hair, which only makes you more sensitive. akaashi noticed as your frown deepened, causing his hand to stop his movements, an apology already on the tip of his tongue.
"sorry, (name) i-...."
"i go for these types of men because i don't know if i deserve better," you spoke truthfully, grabbing akaashi's hand and putting it back on your head.
"(name), you deserve the world. it's not good for you to self-sabotage like this." his hand continued its movements in your hair. this time, it's your turn to sigh.
"keiji, you're too nice to me... i don't deserve someone like you." akaashi is stunned into silence, his hand movements halting. this was new.
you use his silence to continue, "you're so nice to me. i can't find better because better doesn't exist when you're near me. i don't know what i did to deserve your kindness."
akaashi breaks out of the trance he's in a furrow in his brow at your belittling words. "(name), you have made me discover parts of myself i didn't even know existed. (name) you make me happy."
he sees as your eyes start to water once again, "but i don't deserve you. every time i start to date someone new, my brain always compares him to you." akaashi's heart starts to speed up. "i'm the one that doesn't deserve you," he starts, "you stay by my side when i'm stressed from deadlines, you know how to tell when i need to get out of my room. (name), you know me better than almost anyone."
it was a sweet moment shared between you and him; two people who have been silently pinning for each other for so long.
he sees an opportunity right now and he'd be a fool not to take it.
"(name), you don't need these terrible men when you have me," his words become more confident as he speaks, "i promise i can be enough for you, my feelings towards you are genuine. never would i even think about treating you as poorly as these other men."
your eyes widened as you looked up at his face, a pretty red hue blossoming over his face. "you.. do you actually like like me?"
akaashi chuckled at your words, "yes, (name) i like like you," he repeated your words back at you.
"good, because i like like you too."
both you and akaashi let a comfortable silence take over the two of you. a mutual feeling of love waiting to be explored lingers in the air.
this was fun to write! if you enjoyed it pls consider reblogging or following :)
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cecebeanie · 3 months ago
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Please I'm CRYING what is Oikawa wearing 😭😭 no he would NEVER dress like that, we've seen his clothes, he does curate his image. This one HAS to be some sort of lost bet, there's no other explanation. I can see him owning that t-shirt as a pajama, but I know for a fact that those aren't pants he would buy (maybe they're Hajime's, but they're definitely not Tooru's)
Wanna lean on him sooooo bad
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Also "late bloon er" and "simple minded" 😭
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haikyuu-moments · 2 months ago
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if you think this is some kind of cursed image you're wrong! that's actually the oikawa. kageyama's great nightmare. the great king 🤴
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lol, i love reading haikyuu-bu!! here's 2 panels of the chapter with oikendo (the name that first came to mind when i saw him)
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for people who don't know, haikyuu-bu!! is a spin-off manga series based on haikyuu!!. it is written and illustrated by kyōhei miyajima.
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snug-gyu · 2 years ago
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I associate you with cats, sitting in silence together like cats, anime (specifically Haikyuu and BNHA), cursed skz images, Minho, and Hyunjin!
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Cursed skz yes that's my brand
TELL ME WHAT YOU ASSOCIATE WITH ME
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cavewretch · 1 year ago
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wretch’s top 10 brain kindling: october
discussions about minecraft roleplay with my sister (i’ve now mostly retired but it was an interesting few months of studying gamers under a microscope)
kirby canvas curse ost - drawcia sorceress & drawcia soul
felps e meiaum’s podcraft aka two dudes 3am live-streaming breaking massive minecraft structures manually one block at a time and chatting about whatever comes to mind
that one time i fell asleep w a french guy’s mario party speed run playing in the background and it was the most peaceful nap i’ve had in years
vivid dreams & questioning reality
brain creature battle royale . norah jones on repeat. it got so dire i brought out lucy’s cover of iu love poem
squeezing spanish and brazilian portuguese words into my brain
nothing but thieves & young the giant’s discographies
still moving my big beautiful spotify library to my ipod classic but i’m nearly done
rereading my fave haikyuu fics againagainagain. hoping once i get my new glasses i’ll be able to read books more but i may still need vision therapy we’ll see how i adjust
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miserye · 3 years ago
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yuukith · 4 years ago
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I was bored as hell so
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roobgumball95 · 3 years ago
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(note: this is satire, ofc i respect everyone’s preferences/opinions, and i like the other teams as well. also, sorry for missing datekou and wakutani and jozenj)
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inviixx · 4 years ago
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My photo album is cursed with these images..
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burnt-tomato · 5 years ago
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Welcome back to another post of me having a lot of free time
People that I'll tag before they get the chance to bleach their eyez: @onglygalaxy @bruh-haikyuu @chasin-l @kashika @dorkyama @trashcanweeb @izzyphantomgamer @maple0bwawe @hatsukei @mariechan123 @jaywwriting @sunshines-and-tatertots
Make sure to have your daily dozes of shreks
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fiendishpal · 4 years ago
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switched uniforms
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italoniponic · 2 years ago
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so this golden sunshine boy with flaws loved by all and this king of volley strategies with a silly side also loved by all
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have the same voice and I needed to look at myanimelist to realize THAT?!
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correct-haikyuu · 4 years ago
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nolongerslayinghere · 4 years ago
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Animes as My cursed file folder  on my computer.
yO I’m bored, not me having any ideas for headcannons or oneshots-
schools sucking the happiness out of me like a vacuum.
Free! Dive into the future 
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bungo stray dogs 
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My hero academia 
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Demon slayer 
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Ouran highschool host club 
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Attack on Titan
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Hunter x Hunter
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Yarichin bitch club 
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Violet Evergarden
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Assassination classroom 
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Haikyuu
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Bonus 
Seraph of the end 
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anyways I need sleep but fuck you.
I’m bored if I have time I’ll make part 2 cause I have no ideas 😎
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