#hq asahi azumane

[romaevelizz]

Thinkin bout you ˖ ࣪⊹

A. AZUMANE x blk!fem!reader ˖ ࣪⊹

Sum: Asahi never realized how in love he was till that moment, maybe commitment wasn’t as scary as everyone made it out to be..

Warnings: long-fic, cursing, suggestive(barely), fluff, blk! Coded reader(everyone is welcome ofc!), mentions of piercings and the reader being a foreigner! Not proofread!

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The new year had started, He wasn’t expecting much of the new year. He didn’t want much to happen he just wanted to get it over with, keep quite and to himself wouldn’t be that hard. Yet when she sat next to him he couldn’t help but look over, his eyes meeting hers. Asahi felt his heart stop as she offered him a warm smile. That’s all it took, a smile that was genuinely kind.

With that small interaction Asahi continued to steal glances over to her, he took in her appearance very carefully. How the Sun from window made her dark tone glow, how her face rested with mean look to it, that on her lower lip and nose she had punctured holes for pearcings he guessed, how her curls were quite long for their texture. He hated how her eyes would meet his as if she knew he was staring, he hoped every time she caught his eye she didn’t think of him as a creep. But that he was simply admiring her.

And he would continue to for the ongoing week before she even said something. Sitting in her seat she turned her body twords him leaning against the desk, Asahi tensing up when she just stared. “ Considering how much I’ve been catching you staring you haven’t introduced yourself.” She hummed her right leg crossing over her left one.

His face went red “ Huh- no! I’m sorry if I’ve made you uncomfortable!” He panicked.

He watched as she smiled lightly “Hey, you’re alright!” She laughed softly. “I’m L/n Y/n, transferred from Nekoma.”

That’s how it started, they became close quite fast. Conversation with her came easy and never felt forced. He found out a lot about her. That she grew up in the states lived in Japan for the past eight years. Her hobbies, favorite foods and drinks, her favorite color, about her family, that she was a manager for Nekomas Vollyball team before moving. That caught his attention especially after he rejoined the team.

While walking to the gym he asked her why not, worse she could say is no.. to be honest he’d probably cry if she said no. “If you’re not doing any clubs we’re looking for another manager..” he spoke softly.

She looked up at him a brow raised “O-Only if you want to!” He laughed nervously. What was he thinking right of course she wouldn’t it was stupid to ask. He covered his face with his hands groaning.

She noticed his internal panic “Ahh, hey don’t panic just yet I didn’t even answer you!” She laughed jumping in front of him.

Asahi felt her hand grab his wrist lightly pulling them from his face. A smile displayed on her pretty features her head tilted to the side lightly, “I’ll come take a look! I mean why not got nothing better to do.” She laughed, god did her laugh make his heart flutter.

So they walked to the gym together, as soon as she stepped into the gym she was crowded by the two chaotic seconded year’s and their first year follower. Asahi panicked trying to get the out of her face but failed, yet she didn’t look panicked only laughed as they asked her questions and complemented her.

“HEY!”

The three boys crowding her turning towards the voice quickly. “How about you move away from the poor girl and let her breathe she just walked into the gym for Christ sake.” Daichi spoke

“How about you introduce us to your pretty Friend, Asahi-San.” Sugawara spoke his hand falling on to his shoulder.

Her eyes met with his, to be fair everyone’s eyes were on him. “Well, umm, this is L/n Y/n. She’s coming in to looking at being a manager hopefully.” He stuttered.

“Hopefully?” Daichi asked.

“He mentioned it to me, so I said I’d come in. I was a manager before, I’m new.” She spoke laughing nervously.

Needless to say she did become a manager, which Asahi was over the moon about yet so nervous about. She got to watch him every practice now every game.

Weeks had gone by and things had been going great she was now a manager of the team, she got along great with everyone she was a very lively person and everyone liked that. Asahi had fallen hard, and his teammates could tell. Of course Daichi and Suga pushed him to ask her to have lunch with him a bit more often, walk her home and even flat out ask her out. But Asahi always said No, that what if she doesn’t see him that way or he simply couldn’t.

It gave the two third years a headache because of how obvious his feelings were towards her and that she very much reciprocated them. How she would simply boost his confidence when he was feeling down or asked him to help her with small things how she always had her foucus on him. Even Kiyoko had spoke up but the ace always denied it.

Soon enough the Summer training camp had come up. A six hour bus ride, and she just so happened to ask to sit with him. He couldn’t say no, he didn’t want to say no anyway. So they sat together the two talking back and forth, sat in silence even but when he felt her weight on him he froze. Like a deer in headlights he froze up, staying as still as he could stealing glances here and there. Taking in her appearance and new hairstyle, she had mentioned to him that she was getting it done but couldn’t decide if she wanted to get beads or not that maybe it wouldn’t be a good idea that it could be noisy that she needed a second opinion. Yet Asahi thought her points were valid all she had to do was show him a picture of her with her hair done like that once before, “you should get them.” So she did, little did he know multiple of her friends gave different opinions ever her mom she took asahis and got them, pinks, clear, and even reddish tones.

“If you keep staring you might start drooling Asahi-San.” A voice behind him spoke, the short second year teasing his ace.

Asahi had soon fallen asleep his head resting on top of hers, in the picture his friend showed him Asahis hand rested on her thigh as her arm wrapped itself around him they were comfortable both of their mouth wide open. To be fair that his how he woke up, obviously apologizing for touching her, “Asahi, hun, i literally drooled on your arm if anything I’m sorry.” She laughed. The simple nick name though she call many ‘Hun’ or ‘Babes’ it still ringed through his ears.

“I still can’t believe that happened.” He covered his face as his friends shoved a phone in his face with said picture.

“I couldn’t help it! You both look so cute!” Suga teased.

Asahi pushed his friend causing him to fall over.

“Kiyoko I DROOLED ON HIM!” She cried.

Kiyoko only laughed, “You both looked.. comfortable.” She smiled.

“Fake!”

“Plus this picture of you I couldn’t help myself.” Kiyoko laughed.

Later that evening she couldn’t find him, she wondered is she scared him of or if his friends had said something. She continued looking around even asked Daichi only to hear he didn’t even come in for dinner. So taking it upon herself she made him a plate going if to find him eventually finding him sitting on some stairs.

“Asahi?” She called out.

Asahi had excused himself from the group to collect himself, more to get away from his friends teasing. He watched as she offered the plate out to him “I heard you didn’t make it to dinner.”

How could he forget? “Thank you..” he smiled softly taking the plat form her their hands touching.

Maybe it was the way she seemed to be the nervous one, how when she sat next to him she played with her fingers picking at the nail polish on her nails. She was nervous, he could tell by her body language she had something to say but just couldn’t say it. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry if me falling asleep on you on the bus made you uncomfortable, I just really hope I’m not coming of to strongly- and I- oh my god.” She stuttered.

“I like you. A lot, if I haven’t made it obvious haha..” she laughed nervously her eyes avoiding his as she made that confession.

Then the silence came back, for moments, Asahis eyes didn’t leave her frame. “I’m sorry! Im not really good with confessions..” her voice shaky as she stood up. “I get it if you don’t feel the same I really hope didn’t ruin our friendship, because I do really enjoy your company.” She smiled awkwardly, she sounded as if she was gonna cry.

He was about to let her walk away, the girl he’s been smitten about for months was about to walk away after confessing her feelings. “I like you too.” He muttered.

Putting his plate down he stood up “I like you to Y/n.” He spoke loudly, his body bowing down. “I’m sorry I was a wuss who couldn’t confess first, because I really do like you a lot!” He confessed.

He stayed like that for a moment, soon he felt her hand touch his shoulder. His body moving up as her hand traveled down to his bicep. “And please believe me when I say you’ve never made me uncomfortable..” he whispered.

He watched her take a deep breath, and nod tears welling up in her eyes “H-Hey don’t cry I’m sorry!” He panicked pulling her closer, his large hands holding her face up whipping away the stray tears.

“I’m sorry I’m a crybaby sometimes.” She laughed.

The feeling of her arms wrapping around his torso made everything better. How his own arms wrapped around her frame his head resting on top of hers. With her he was safe, with her he was confident and nobody could break that wall she build for him.

As the months went by Asahi had never been happier, all the dates, her support. The support he gave her, the happiness he brought her, that small things the had for one another. Asahi could imagine leaving her behind and he wouldn’t, he wanted them to be forever maybe it was because she was his first love, his first kiss.

His first. The way her lips fitted with his how she tasted of bubble gum and strawberries, his hands learned to touch her so tenderly and rough touch her in the ways her breath got caught in her throat. How his name fell from her lips so effortlessly, she was his. That the way he had her under him was only for him, the goosebumps that formed on her stomach as he kissed down her body. She was his.

The way her hand never left his as the walked through the markets day or night. The way she smelled intoxicated him, how her smile and laugh continued to make his heart flutter.

He remembers the moment he feel in love with you, the first time he let I love you, a word that meant so many things. Three words that meant so much commitment, three words that meant everything. Right before the Mach with Shiratoriazawa. The way you spoke to him as your wrap his fingers just like any other match, how you praised him, building his confidence, “I’m so fucking proud of you, and I couldn’t imagine being anywhere else because I want nothing more to be here with you.” She spoke her eyes never leaving his her words filled with so much love her body close to his.

“I love you.” He whispered, letting his forehead touch hers.

“I love you too, you’re gonna kill it right..” she said a smile on her face.

“I’m gonna kill it.”

He did just that, that final point being set. His body moved quickly towards her his body running twords her picking her up in a hug. Her legs wrapping around his waist, as she hugged him back. This was the first time they kissed in public. Yet with happiness like that there’s also the loses, the last match the played in the Spring tournament. Her holding him tears in his eyes his hand tugging on her jacket. That would be the last time he play Vollyball with them his friends, god and he tried so hard for them. For you.

“‘Sahi, my love you did so good.” She cried with him.

“My love you were amazing, you are amazing. I cant thank you enough for letting me get to know you to know you, to know your friends to let me into your heart.” She spoke holding his face.

“Thank you for loving me.” A sick sob left his throat.

“I will always love you.”

Maybe I’ll make a little series out of this fic! Hope you liked it please let me know is you want to see more!! xx

[sugarwarachan]

random horny thoughts - hq (karasuno edition)

(･ω･)つ andy's notes: enjoy these filthy things while i pull myself out of writer's block jail

characters: ukai keishin, tsukishima kei, azumane asahi, yamaguchi tadashi, sugawara koushi, sawamura daichi, tanaka ryunosuke

cws: nsfw, smut, all characters 18+, cigarette smoking, oral (m receiving), dirty talk, daddy kink (ukai); dacryphilia, overstimulation, degradation (tsukishima); panty-sniffing, masturbation (azumane); praise kink (yamaguchi); exhibitionism, public sex (sugawara); oral (f receiving), a MUNCH (sawamura); premature ejaculation (tanaka)

ukai’s guilty pleasure is smoking a cigarette while you give him head, the rush of nicotine spiraling up his spine as your tongue greedily laves over his weeping tip. one hand gently rests on the back of your head, lazily stroking your hair while he rocks his hips up into your throat. “keep suckin’ on it just like that, pretty girl. you know exactly what daddy likes, huh?”

tsukishima gets hard when you cry (this is like canon at this point). his goal is to get you so fucked out of your mind you can barely talk, tears streaming down your face at the combination of overstimulation and degrading filth falling from his lips: “what, the little pillow princess can’t even take dick without cryin’ now?”

azumane has the nastiest panty-sniffing problem. first time he went down on you he sucked your pussy lips through your panties until you were shivering and screaming, fabric completely soaked through. after he ripped them off and pocketed them for later, it became a habit. whenever he’s away from you, he can’t cum without huffing your scent in like a fucking dog

yamaguchi cums at the mere suggestion of praise. the first time you wrap your hands around his cock and whisper how pretty it is, he's shooting ropes of cum all over your hands and up his tummy, stuttering out an apology until you shut him up with a kiss

sugawara loves to fuck you in public. not where anyone can see you, no—he doesn’t want anyone to be able to look at you when your mouth is slack with pleasure and your eyes are up in your head—but if he can sneak off to a closet at a party or duck behind a building to fuck you up against a wall he’s doing it. claps a hand over your mouth with a mischievous smirk when you’re too loud, "darling, I thought you didn't want people to hear us?"

sawamura eats pussy for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. he’s a giver, and nothing makes him harder than slinging the backs of your thighs over his shoulders and diving into your cunt. he’s sweet with it most of the time, threading his fingers with yours and lazily drawing circles over your clit, but sometimes he’s impatient to feel your cute little hole gush on his tongue and manhandles you up onto his face where he can lick you until you scream

tanaka almost always prematurely ejaculates if you’re making out with him on his lap. if you’re in a skirt and the slowly dampening heat of your pussy starts throbbing against him—man is GONE. he drags you over and over his cock, head thrown back against the couch, something almost like a whimper escaping his throat—"fuck angel - ’s not fuckin’ fair for ya to feel this good"

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[tiffyelefano]

karasuno third years

July 2020 - August 2020

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These two pieces are very near and dear to my heart. I made them when the manga was just closing up and it was pretty emotional for me since I felt like I grew up with these characters.

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It's been a while since I've posted here, and I really think it's time I fill out my portfolio with a lot of art I've done in the past that I'm proud of.

All of the artwork that's in my queue for the next little bit is either old pieces from my archives or art I've been posting on my Instagram (@/miffiyie). The posts will be in chronological order from when they were made.

[thegreatpeanut]

senpai 🌸

[ficbandit]

hahahhahahahaARE YOU KIDDING ME (cc: @art_by_crazytom on X)

[takes1]

i would LOVE to know which haikyuu boys would be brat tamers… and perhaps their favorite kind of punishments? (overstim, spanking, denial, paddling, etc) :333

basically just an s/o who sasses them all the time, loves to tease and talk back, and loves punishment hehe :3

haikyuu brat taming headcanons (nsfw)

loved this idea! just didn't have the format for when it got requested, then it got buried. tbh kuroo was the hardest to place out of all the names!!

warnings. heavy nsfw. minors DNI

characters. bokuto, nishinoya, oikawa, suga, kuroo, shohei, osamu, tendou, kentarou, daichi, atsumu, mattsun, iwa, tsukki, suna, sakusa, kenma, kageyama, aone, asahi, ushijima, lev, koganegawa, hinata, akaashi, yamaguchi details. lots of kink discussion. (implied mutual understanding, consent, and communication) aged up characters.

links. my masterlist. my ao3. more haikyuu. my imagines. requests open.

spoils you in and out of the bedroom. this guy has too much love in his heart to ever catch a stern tone with you, and especially doesn't like to use his strength against you. that being said-- he will hold you down after your fourth orgasm, as you squirm and tremble, cursing at him that it's too much- you can't take it- and the like. he still kisses you through it, call you his pretty girl, but it doesn't change the fact that you do need to learn some manners. you love that you can never make him upset, and learn to love his endurance, the way he grins and baby-talks you through your tears, because he finds it so cute that you always think you can get away with being such a brat. (BOKUTO, OIKAWA, kuroo, suga, nishinoya)

bondage, blindfolding, restriction. something about robbing you of a sense after you act up has no other match. you're so confident until your hands are tied, useless, behind your back or above your head. he can leave you like that for as long as it takes for you to apologize, or admit that you're wrong. it's usually paired with some type of slow, and cruel play that keeps you just stimulated enough to enjoy it, before he steals it back. it's the most absolute reminder of control and dominance; he's the type to kiss you through a long, and difficult type of tie, because you're too pretty not to taste while he's rendering your arms at your sides, or restricting how much you can breathe. probably the most patient, and twisted, form of punishment. (SHOHEI, osamu, TENDOU, kentarou, AKAASHI)

spanking, striking. loves seeing a clear print of his oversized hand across your skin. he knows you love it, too. that's why you keep pulling petty bullshit to get bent over his knee again, and again, and again. tears might be pricking your eyes, you might yelp- but you can't help but look back, a bitten back smile once the sharp pain becomes a lasting sting. you'll bite him just to get a little lovetap across your face, because you love watching his surprise shift rapidly into this possessive, corrective arousal. it gives you a sense of connection beyond what kissing, or even sex, can give. because, really, who else is going to look at you like that, all preoccupied, full of lust, but secretly attentive, after they hurt you? (DAICHI, ATSUMU, mattsun, IWA)

denial is his game. he takes his time already, keeping you on your toes, frustrated and needy-- he's ultra gentle despite his ability and disposition, never wanting to let you get a true taste of what he can give you if it isn't earned. time with him is filled with baited breath, muffled, almost-there whines, and shaky fingers that stay clenched, only to yourself. don't think he doesn't notice it, just because it isn't explicit. that's his purpose. to read you, analyze you, like a slowburn, steamy novel. he can fuck you so good, but he won't. he wants you to be desperate. be a good girl first, then he'll let you cum. (TSUKKI, suna, sakusa, KENMA, kageyama)

not much of a 'tamer.' while usually opting for a softer, guiding vibe in the bedroom, if provoked enough, he will not just roll over. when he understands what you're trying to do -get a rise out of him- he wears a stern squeeze in his brow. he's all focused on your smile, calculating, like you've just spoken another language. he wouldn't strike you, and doesn't enjoy giving verbal harassment, because when would he ever need to learn those skills? he's gigantic and intimidating. all he needs to do is remind you that you probably shouldn't be barking up the wrong tree. a big, strong hand squeezes around your throat, he finds just the right position to show you that you can't move under him, and a whisper, asking you, "what did you just say?" that's all you need to be subdued. (AONE, ASAHI, ushijima)

he would hardly know what to do with you. the idea of domination/submission, brats/brat tamers probably gets him hard, but there's not enough blood to share between his brain cells and his dick to play around with you the way that you're trying to instigate. he would need to be taught how to fill that role long before you could get what you wanted out of him. (LEV, KOGANEGAWA, hinata, yamaguchi)

notes. if the name is in caps, then i felt like their category is 100% in my brain. if the name just lowercase, then i felt like they could easily be in another one too. rlly liked writing this!

taglist. @integers @paradoxicalwritings @yuchacco @megapteraurelia

links. my masterlist. requests open.

[rassebers]

Asanoya for my goat who hates them

[i-live-inyourwalls]

"mr. refreshing"

LEAST refreshing way possible to enter the court

[cretenu]

random haikyuu hcs

aoba johsai slaps each others asses (in the endearing way you do in sports not a freaky way) except they all fear hanamaki because for some reason he enjoys doing it so hard that you will see stars

hinata smells like sweat. NOT B.O, just sweat. also his hands are sweaty and warm 24/7.

I stand firm on the fact that KUROO IS A LOSER!!! that man has 0 rizz!! he's definitely very good looking but he has no idea how to flirt. he practices cringey pickup lines in the mirror and when he uses them on real girls they laugh at him

ik its pretty much canon but bokuto and kuroo have an insane bromance and its the funniest thing ever. its the type of thing they'll carry throughout adulthood. definitely call each other "kubro" and "brokuto"

asahi is so incredibly scared of spiders. you think YOU'RE scared of spiders? HA. tell him there's a spider and he's out the door before you finish your sentence

yk those people who have insane luck finding things at the beach? yeah nishinoya is one of them. "lets look for shells!" five minutes later he comes back with 2 shark teeth, sea glass, and an entire sand dollar.

sugawara gives the best. hugs. to the point where its addicting. he gives long hugs too like he'll definitely hold you for a solid minute and rub ur back and stuff :(

kageyama can't swim

hinata makes elaborate handshakes with all his friends and he has a different one for each of them (which is a lot), but he remembers all of them

[beefzerky]

and suga's never letting him live this one down

[cvnt4him]

insecurities is just the most common thing a human being can experience..no matter your power, strong will, immaculate self discipline, insecurities are normal and everyone goes through it once in a while.

And like everyone else, you have your own insecurities. Being fat is something everyone seems to look down on. Everything is funnier and way easier to make fun of when you're fat. You hate looking at yourself and seeing your body. Your chubby tummy, your fat arms and squishy cheeks. They were the bare minimum of what you disliked about yourself, dare you say hate.

It will always befuddle you when you see your super handsome strong and admirable boyfriend. I mean he's well built, sexy, and damn was he just blatantly perfect. There's no point in pointing out small features about him when everything you seen was perfect. Anyone with eyes could see he is a walking piece of art perfectly made.

It hurts you to see that you're holding something like him down. It makes you feel terrible.

You're sulking in bed, you haven't moved since he's left this morning. It worries him terribly. It's normal for you to feel gross and icky but that doesn't mean it doesn't upset him as well. He hates seeing you cry, and when it gets this bad he can't help that stinging feeling he feels his heart give.

While you're hidden under the cover not bothering to lift your head up to see anything he slowly and quietly walked towards you, a small smile on his face as he climbed into bed behind you. You feel the extra dip in the bed added given his weight. you open your eyes beneath the cover before you swing the cover off of you whipping your head around to see your loving boyfriend.

Calm eyes full of love and adoration for you. He scoffs lightly and pulls you into a deep and tight hug causing you to whine. Small kisses are planted on top of your head while he holds you closely and you listen to his breath, his heart beating behind his chest.

“ ’s everything okay.”

It wasn't really a question but it was good to feel like he cared. Of course you knew he did, he cared so much and he made sure that you knew that....in his own weird ways.

You give a small nod before you try to scooch impossibly closer to him. He chuckled above you and sinks deeper into the comfort of the bed, not bothering to remove the clothes he was wearing after the long day he's had. Holding you was simply enough.

Sure he might not be done much of anything, but him just being near you was enough to make you feel loved. Like regardless of your weight, you're loved. He had a knack for that, he was a damn good person and an even better boyfriend. You were impossibly lucky, is all you could think.

“ I love you. y'know that.”

You nod again, he hums in disapproval above you his brows furrowing as he looks down at you giving the top of your head a rather aggressive kiss before he grabs you by your chin and cranes your head up to his so you can face him, he gives you a stern yet pouty look huffing as he stared down at you.

There is no way this big strong manly (for the most part) man was sitting here pouting. If only the world could see your man now. He was adorable that's for sure. You can't help the giggles and laughs that escape you as you stare up at him, admiring his handsome yet cute features. He truly was a work of art, the gods definitely took their precious time sculpting him and those abs.

“ I love you.”

He says once more while he continues to pout. You snicker and realize what's got him so peaved, he wants you to say 'i love you' back. You always say it back when he says it to you, mainly because it's true, you do love him as well. But another reason is because it makes you feel like he loves you just that little bit more when you say it.

For the fun of it, you decided you weren't gonna say it. Just to see how far you could really take it. A small displeased groan leaves him as he eyes you up and down eyes squinting at you as your teasing smile grows wider, you try your best not to crack but you can't help it. He's too cute, you burst out in laughter and let your head fall onto his chest.

He groans and kisses you all over, pouting and slightly annoyed with you but he can't deny the fact that he loves you far too much. You eventually tire yourselves out, small giggles leaving your two motionless and entwined bodies. Your arms draped over his body while his legs were in between yours, fingers locked together as you hold hands smiles on both of your tired faces.

He looks over to see your eyes closed, you weren't exactly asleep just in more of a dazed estate really thankful for what you have and how much love you feel even when you get in this mindset. A heavy sigh leaves him as he looks back up at the ceiling deciding he'll just do what he needs to in the morning. He quickly sheds his day clothes off and turns in for the night in only his boxers holding you close and kissing your temple, his hand on your tummy as he occasionally squeezes it, giving you a ticklish yet discomforting feeling.

You squirm at the touch and then to give him a warning look that he simply dismissed with a smirk and a roll of his eyes. He pulls you closer and chuckles in your ear lightly, you can feel his breath fan the side of your face as he sighs heavily.

It was hard to feel insecure about your body when regardless of what he does he managed to make you feel loved.

mha ➥ izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugou, EJIROU KIRISHIMA, mirio togata, denki kaminari silently.

hq ➥ HINATA SHOYOU, BOKUTO KOTAROU, atsumu miya, kuroo tetsuro, asahi azumane but quietly aswell.

[romaevelizz]

|| ˖ ࣪⊹ A. Azumane

- Thinkin bout you

[sweetlyvibe]

“𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮” - 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗄𝗒𝗎𝗎 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝗌 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 ╰► ❨ 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗍𝗐𝗈 ❩

- 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭. 𝖠𝗌𝖺𝗁𝗂 𝖠𝗓𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖾 ⋆ 𝖣𝖺𝗂𝖼𝗁𝗂 𝖲𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗆𝗎𝗋𝖺 ⋆ 𝖪𝗂𝗍𝖺 𝖲𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗎𝗄𝖾 ⋆ 𝖲𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗂 𝖳𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗎 ⋆ 𝖬𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗎𝗄𝖾 𝖸𝖺𝗄𝗎 ⋆ 𝖪𝖾𝗇𝗆𝖺 𝖪𝗈𝗓𝗎𝗆𝖾

Asahi realized he loved you one day after you visited him at practice. You were laughing and talking with his teammates, treating everyone with warmth and kindness, and it just hit him: he never wanted to be without you. The thought was so overwhelming that he spent the next few days flustered and avoiding eye contact, wondering how he’d ever tell you.

Finally, one evening when you’re both walking home together, you mention something funny that happened at school, and he just blurts out, “I… I think I love you.” His face is tomato red, and he’s barely holding eye contact, heart hammering in his chest. When you smile softly and say, “I love you too, Asahi,” he practically melts on the spot, his whole face lighting up in shy happiness.

Daichi knew he loved you during a team dinner. You’d insisted on helping organize everything, making sure everyone had enough to eat, even cracking jokes to ease the tension after a tough game. He watched you effortlessly handle the chaos, feeling something solid click into place—this was love.

After a few days of thinking about it, he finally decides to tell you. You’re both in the middle of a playful argument over who’s the better cook, and he suddenly stops, looking at you seriously. “I love you,” he says, like he’s sharing a fact he’s known forever. You pause, caught off guard, then smile and say, “Well, I love you too, obviously!” He laughs, relieved, and pulls you into a tight hug, wondering why he’d ever worried.

Kita realized he loved you in one of those simple, everyday moments—you were just helping him harvest some vegetables, chatting and laughing under the sun. He found himself staring, thinking, this is it, this is where I’m supposed to be.

Later that evening, he pulls you aside on the porch as you watch the stars. There’s a calm confidence in his voice as he says, “I love you.” It’s not flashy or dramatic, but it’s so Kita—honest, steady, and true. You feel warmth spread through your whole body as you reply, “I love you too.” He nods, looking satisfied, and takes your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

Tendou’s realization hit him like a lightning bolt one day while he was rambling on about his favorite anime. You were listening so intently, your eyes shining with interest, and he thought, Wait… no one’s ever actually cared this much about my weird stuff. That’s when he knew.

A few days later, you’re both at an arcade, laughing and trying to beat each other’s high scores. Out of nowhere, he says, “I love you.” You look up, a little surprised, and he gives you that signature mischievous smile, adding, “Yeah, you heard me.” You break into a huge grin, saying, “I love you too, you nerd.” He laughs, relieved and happy, and playfully ruffles your hair.

Yaku’s moment of realization came when you patched him up after a rough game. You were so gentle, fussing over his scraped knees, and he couldn’t stop staring at you, thinking, I could get used to this. The thought of you caring for him so sweetly felt too good to be true.

A few days later, he finally works up the nerve to tell you. You’re out together, talking about everything and nothing, when he stops mid-sentence and says, “I love you, you know?” It’s straightforward, with a hint of that proud Yaku confidence. You blink, processing, then smile, leaning in close to whisper, “I love you too.” He tries to play it cool but ends up beaming, completely thrilled.

Kenma realized he loved you during a quiet gaming session at his place. You were sitting beside him, just there in the background, but somehow, it felt right. He didn’t need anyone else—he just wanted you. The realization made him so nervous he avoided telling you for days, worried he might ruin things.

But one night, as you’re leaving, he stops you at the door and says, “I… love you.” It’s barely a whisper, but you hear it, your face lighting up with a smile. “I love you too, Kenma.” He looks away, trying to hide his blushing face, but you catch the soft smile creeping onto his lips, and he lets out a quiet sigh of relief, feeling lighter than ever.

[solarecliipse]

habits’

tsukishima, oikawa, osamu, asahi, kenma x reader (separately). english is not my first language, hope you enjoy :).

tsukishima has always been really observant, that’s how he know what to say to get in anyone’s nerves, except with you he tries to notice everything, not just the things that make you feel bad. that’s why when he notices how you are always forgetting your things he starts to double check every time you leave a place, that so if you forgot something he can take it and give it to you later. and it’s surprising to him how you can forget your phone, or your sweater, or even your backpack? anyways, he’ll keep on double checking and, of course, tease you for forgetting before giving your things back.

oikawa knows you have stationary allergies, and that’s why he starts to take tissues, a nasal irrigator, and whatever meds that may help you, be it eyedrops or pills, and at first you think of it as a coincidence that he always has tissues when that season starts, but after some days you figure out he is worried and keeps all those things with him whenever he’s around you, but when you confront him about it he’ll probably say mattsun has allergies too or whatever, all while he blushes a bit and smiles cockily.

osamu quickly realizes you don’t like unagi at all, because anytime he gives you some of his food he wants to see if you like it, and every time you try anything with unagi your face will get this little frown, and at first he thinks maybe you don’t like his cooking—and thinks of giving up his dream—, but later notices the pattern and so starts to make sure he only gives you plates that don’t include it, even purposefully eating all the unagi nigiri if you go on a date and are served some.

asahi knows how much you like to solve sudokus and word searches, and knows for a fact you can finish a book of them in some days, that’s why he starts to look for them at sakanoshita’s market anytime he passes by, and if he gifts them to you when he notices you have finished the one you currently have; he even starts to try and help you solve them, but he thinks he isn’t as skilled as you are, like how are you so fast? and why do you look so good while solving them?

kenma notices that you’re having a hard time with chemistry, and even has listened to you rant about how it is affecting your whole average score, the problem is, he isn’t really that good either, doesn’t consider himself a good teacher at all, but he loves you so much he gets to an agreement with kuroo that he’ll train with him and bokuto some extra time the next training camp if he gives you tutoring, and of course kuroo would’ve been eager to do it anyways, but hey, thanks to you now kenma will be bound to practice more!

[megapteraurelia]

azumane asahi’s hands were big, warm and heavy on your legs. 

“stay still,” you mumbled and he shuddered at the caress of your breathing on his mouth. one hand of yours held his strong jaw, moving it when you had to, the other careful at gliding the blade across his skin.

asahi’s lips opened as if to speak, but you glanced at him sternly, freezing your hands, and his mouth closed again. his hands on your thighs squeezed for a second in response, half apology, half amusement, and you softened your gaze, “sorry, handsome, i don’t want to cut you.”

a hum escaped his throat, deep and rumbling in his chest, the muscles underneath your fingertips vibrating slightly at the oscillation of sound carried over.

you sank the blade in water to clean it once the strip above one side of his mouth was finished, and this time he didn’t hesitate to disrupt the shaving process. his hands rubbed the sides of your legs as his hips flushed closer to yours, “thank you for being so careful,” a huff of embarrassed relief escaped him, “i nick myself a lot.”

“wouldn’t that be funny for people to know?” you teased and tenderly gripped his chin, pulling down his upper lip to get the most space for the other side. his gentle eyes watched you as he let you contort his face however you wanted, putty underneath your fingertips, “this huge man looking like he’s gonna pummel everyone in his way, but can barely shave without hurting himself.”

the tips of asahi’s ears burned, but his hands gave your legs a squeeze at the taunt, and before you set the blade on his skin, your legs interlocked behind his hips to trap him. his eyes narrowed at your mischievousness, amused, slightly horny, but still obedient until you finished the other side of his upper lip, too. 

he pressed into you, leaning you far back until you had to yelp in surprise and sling your arms around his neck (the sharp end of the knife very much pointed away from you both, thank you very much). 

“maybe people will think it’s funny — “ he left the sentence hanging and sank his mouth down on yours, leaving the shaving foam all over your face, kissing you wild and intense,  “ — how you shut up — “ another maddening devouring of your lips, “ — as soon as i’m all over you.”

leaving you breathless, forcing gasps through your mouth, foam wet on your cheeks and your chin, you blushed hard and asahi grinned sheepishly at the mess he left you both in, one hand of his coming to scratch the back of his head.

[cottonlemonade]

Thinking about how when you started dating Asahi you quickly realized that you had to keep extra plain black hair ties in your bag, just in case.

“Honey? My hair tie broke. Do you maybe have a spare?”

You looked up from your homework at your boyfriend’s luscious brown locks and grabbed your bag, but after rummaging through the multitude of increasingly ridiculous things found at the bottom of the backpack you regretfully shook your head.

He leaned down to give you a kiss, cupping your chubby cheek in his huge hand, thanking you for checking. As he turned to leave for practice, you stopped him.

“Oh wait!”, you said, fumbling with your ponytail, “You can use mine!”

To this day Noya and Suga had not let him live it down that he once wore a baby blue, velvet scrunchie during training. Although, in your humble opinion, he could pull it off.