If your 2:25 requests are still open, can you do Akaashi, 9:45 pm, and hands?
Oh yes. It is always a pleasure to do Akaashi:) I hope you like it!! I’m in love with this man so I just jumped straight into it 🥴
[9:45pm] “Akaashi,” comes your breathy sigh. Your back is to the headboard with your feet planted lazily on the mattress, your knees resting over Keiji’s from where he kneels between your legs. The sweet sound of his lips pulling apart from and pushing back into yours fills the bedroom, your head growing light and cloudy with desire for him. He has one hand flat against the headboard to support himself, his lean forearm flexing at the side of your head, while the other lightly caresses loving strokes of your outer thigh with featherlight fingertips. “Yeah?” his voice pitches. Everything he does just turns you to mush before him. “I love you,” tumbles out of your lips, feeling weak in his arms. Akaashi smiles—not one of his subtle smirks, but actually smiles—his body just as warm as yours. Your fingers are tangled in his beautiful locks and he moves his head to plant gentle kisses across your cheek, moving towards your jawline, hot breath fanning out over your skin and making it tingle. “I love you too,” he murmurs, brilliant teal eyes catching yours before he moves his free hand to the side of your throat, long fingers wrapping around to your nape as his mouth attaches to your neck, sucking like a man starved. The feeling leaves you short of breath, and you can tell he’s breathing harder too, your hand fisted in the back of his shirt. “I love where your neck meets your jaw, just here,” he indicates where he means with a flick of his tongue. You smile lightly, head falling back to give him better access as his lips graze further down your throat, over your collarbones. “I love this place, in the middle of your sternum,” he whispers, planting a kiss there. His eyes meet yours again and your breathing hitches at the beautiful sight. He rises back up to be at eye level with you, moving slowly, not breaking with your gaze. He moves his hand from the headboard, watching your reactions, ever so observant and careful with you. His still-cool fingers come under your jaw, and his voice is softer, even slower now. He tilts his chin up a little. “I love...these lips,” he whispers, his thumb pressing at the center of your mouth, carefully peeling the bottom lip away from your teeth. His words and actions make you want to shiver but you hold absolutely still, letting him continue. The pad of his thumb rolls your lip until it curls, the tip of his digit just making contact with the wet inside of your mouth before he lets it go. His eyes flick up from your mouth, clouded with lust, and you’re not sure whether you want his mouth or his fingers on you more. He raises his thumb to your lips again, but this time drags it from one corner of your mouth, clear across to the other, pulling your bottom lip in its path. He takes a shuddery breath, arousal clear on his face and the way his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. He shifts his grip on your jaw so his thumb wraps around to anchor against the other side of your chin, his eyes dangerously close to yours now, two long fingers hovering over your lips. “Open up for me?” His voice is so sweet that you pop open your mouth almost instantly, but only enough that his fingers can push inside; small enough that they’re forced to brush against your lips as they enter, making you salivate. Akaashi’s head swims at the feeling of your wet tongue against his fingers, and he shudders when you close your lips around them, messy saliva gathering along the digits. Your eyes are locked, silently begging him to do what you know he wants. A moment passes and Keiji begins sliding his fingers in and out of your mouth, unable to suppress a loud groan at the way your lips suck him in. “Yeah baby...just like that,” he croons.
Karasimpno’s 2:25 event
SEND IN YOUR FAVORITE HAIKYUU CHARACTER, A BODY PART, AND A SPECIFIC TIME OF DAY, AND I’LL WRITE A LITTLE THIRST DRABBLE - event closed
I wrote this while tipsy so I made my characters drinky.
Karasimpno FluffVember Masterlist
Domestic Birthday Boy!
Words: 982 | Warnings: fluff! handsy Kuroo. Kuroo loves your ass. Don’t fight me on this.
You heard the front door slam and you squealed in surprise, fudging the icing in “Birthday” you were writing out.
“BAAAAAABE!!!” you heard the raucously delicious voice of your boyfriend from the front of the apartment.
“No! No-n-no shhhh!!!” you shouted from the kitchen, finishing the decoration in a hurry then throwing the bag of icing down, racing to the front door. That tall drink of water you got to call your boyfriend had turned his back as he removed his coat, hanging it on the back of the door. You grinned. Perfect.
i love the kenma reader you made omg!! can you write one wherein its getting colder but you didnt bring any jacket so kenma offers you his hoodie (the one he wears with the nekome jacket) thank you ;___;
Oh you’re so sweet! I’m glad you enjoyed it :) of course! I love hoodie sharing. Sorry this took so long! Idk why I thought the hoodie was a pullover when I started this but I liked the idea of it too much to change it hahahaha
Hoodie - Kenma x Reader
686 words, no warnings
You let out a long exhale as you shifted your backpack and tried to focus on the grey pavement beneath you, thinking that if you put your attention elsewhere, you would be distracted enough from the chill in the air. Your breath formed just the slightest strain of precipitation swirling in the air in front of you. It was late October already and you should have planned better than to have not brought a jacket. You internally berated yourself and folded your arms across your chest. Feeling how cold the skin across your exposed arms were, you at least felt validated in suppressing a shiver.
“Are you cold?”
Kenma’s hands were shoved in the pockets of his Nekoma jacket, gaming device nowhere to be seen. Ever since Kuroo graduated and the two of you had become closer friends, you noticed that you saw less and less of it whenever he knew you were around. Every day the two of you walked to the train together, sometimes chatting about class, sometimes about whatever Lev had done most recently to annoy Kenma, and sometimes, like tonight, just enjoying each other’s company in silence. You knew admitting you were cold would be admitting that you had been careless, so you shrugged. “It’s not that bad,” you lied.
His jaw half-opened in a patronizing smirk of disbelief and he stopped walking. “You’re practically shivering,” he pressed, practically rolling his eyes and already shrugging out of his Nekoma jacket. “Here, take -”
“No, no, no! It’s not that bad, I’m hardly cold. I don’t want to take your-” you protested, but he was already out of the red volleyball jacket and handing it to you, falling remarkably neatly in his hand for having just been pushed off his shoulders. “Here,” he said, handing it to you. “I -” you started to protest again.
“Hold this,” he said, his eyes boring into yours as he pressed the jacket into your hands. “I’ve got two layers anyway. The hoodie will be warmer,” he insisted nonchalantly, beginning to pull the garment over his head. Tugging at his hoodie with two hands on his shoulders, he shifted the material halfway up his body, accidentally dragging his T-shirt underneath with it. He reached his hands over his head and behind his neck and yanked the hoodie the rest of the way off, his hair brushing back as it was freed from the material. Your heart beat a little faster, though whether it was from the cold or from the kind gesture, you weren’t sure. Pulling his forearms from the sleeves, he held the hoodie open to you, catching your eyes. You held his stare for a moment - this was such a thoughtful thing to do. A small smile quirked at your lips and you gently exchanged the red Nekoma jacket for his white hoodie. You could see a small was flickering at the right corner of his mouth as well.
He shrugged his way back into the jacket as you pulled the hoodie over your head. Your eyes fluttered a bit at the feeling of the new layer and you exhaled in a huff, relishing in its warmth encompassing you. You loved the way it fit across your hips and the way it smelled so clean. It smelled like him. You looked at him and smiled, playfully tossing the hood up over your head. “Thank you Kenma.”
He smiled and his eyes softened a bit. Without another word, the two of you began walking again, and as though it were the most natural thing in the world, he slipped his arm around your shoulders.
Luckily for him, that meant you couldn’t see the sudden blush on his features or the way he pushed his lips together to keep from telling you how cute you looked wearing his hoodie. Grinning, you wrapped your arm around his waist and asked him to tell you how the most recent game he’d gotten hooked on was going. The two of you continued your walk, sharing each other’s warmth as your breath swirled together in the chilly October evening air.
Omg I’m so angry this got deleted and I had to start over 😭I’m so sorry it took SO long - I tried to make it a little longer to make up for it, I hope you like it!!!
“What happens if I do this?” - Oikawa x Reader
1.9k words | warnings: established relationship, fluff, a liiiiittle nsfw
You were coming up on the end of the semester and already cramming for finals. You were determined to do better than last semester and had committed yourself to cracking down on notes and outlines at your desk every night for the last two weeks.You felt kind of bad for Oikawa, though. He had graduated last year and, ever the dutiful boyfriend, always came over to see you after he got off work. Sometimes he surprised you with onigiri or something pretty that made him think of you. Sometimes you would get to eat dinner together before you reluctantly returned to your studies. He would just wait patiently on the couch, watching tv or scrolling through his phone, hoping you could eventually join him or that he’d at least get to snuggle you to sleep.
This past week though, the gifts had become more frequent. It coincided with your growing stress but you weren’t sure if that was the reason for the influx in attentions or if he was just missing you. He hadd bought dinner the last three nights in a row and had even made you blush when he slipped a pretty new pair of underwear into your palm after you’d finished studying one night. You were too tired to do much more than kiss him before falling asleep in his arms, though. You sighed half-awake apologies and he pulled you closer, understanding.
Tonight though, your eyes were straining on your textbook and you felt yourself almost going crazy when he waltzed through the front door, twirling his spare key around his index finger. “Babe!” he called out.
“Bedroom!” you replied, not looking up from your reading.
“I know,” he teased, the slightest edge in his voice. You glanced over your shoulder at him, standing in your doorway, hair windswept and looking devilishly handsome as ever. A grin instantly spread across your face, the mere energy of his presence infectious. You sighed and swiveled your chair around. He had your favorite takeout in his hand and you felt yourself melt a little.
“Tooru...” you sighed. He closed the distance between the two of you, setting the bag on your desk and taking both your hands in his. The corner of his mouth was pulled up in a flirtatious smirk. You took a deep breath in, relaxing and soaking up the presence of your biggest source of happiness. “And how are you today my love?” he asked, releasing one of your hands and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You caught his hand as it skirted around your cheek and held it there, leaning into his touch. “Better now,” you hated to admit, feeling a little sappy and knowing he would make fun of you for it.
“Is that all it takes? Your big strong man coming home to save you from your studies? Well then I guess I didn’t need to pick up this-” he teased, picking the bag back up from your desk and turning on his heel with a glint in his eye. “No - Tooru - wait!” you called after him as he rounded the doorway. “Dinnertime!” he sang, and you got up and trailed him to the small kitchen, the smell of cooked food making your stomach growl.
He had set the bag on the countertop and was cleaning off the table. You reached into the bag and pulled out the plasticware and a paper box. In an instant, Oikawa was by your side, slapping your wrist. “Put that back! We’re having a proper meal tonight!” he reprimanded, pulling plates out of the cabinet. You huffed and put your hands on your hips.
“Does that mean you’ll be cooking then?” you smirked, receiving a glare from him. “No,” he retorted, mumbling about his cooking skills as he properly set the table, proceeding to snatch the bag away from you. You folded your arms across your chest and watched him serve up dinner for you, trying to keep the glowing feeling in your heart from cracking your teasing exterior. He even brushed past you to steal a candle from your room, lighting it between the two place settings.
“What’s all this for?” you asked, slightly bewildered, but beaming at this romantic gesture.
“It’s Thursday,” he said simply, standing across from you with an adorable smile on his face. You grinned, slightly shaking your head at him. You stepped towards him and wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your chest close to his. “And you’ve been working so hard....” his voice lowered, gently tracing a thumb over your cheekbone and looking down at you. Your heart felt so full as his eyes gazed into yours. “I love you so much,” you said, and pressed your lips against his. It was a sweet kiss, the both of you melting into the other’s touch. “Thank you for dinner,” you whispered with a content smile.
“Not to mention it’s hot to have such a smart partner!” he said, pulling away and giving you a hard smack on the ass, eliciting a surprised yelp from you. He chuckled and sat down, the two of you beginning to catch up about your long day.
By the time he had cleared the plates – he had even bought dessert – you were bending down to plant a kiss to his cheek, begrudgingly needing to get back to your studies. He caught your hand as you moved away, holding it fast and keeping you from retreating to your room. He wasn’t looking at you, just holding you in place. “Babe...” he started, and there was something different in his voice, something ragged. He interlaced his fingers with yours and you instinctively wrapped your other hand around your clasped hands. He pushed his chair back and moved in close to you, his nose hovering above yours. He used his index finger to pull your chin up. “I miss you,” he breathed. You felt yourself inhale and loll your head to the side with guilt, knowing exactly how he felt and what he meant. This week he’d been pulling out all the stops on his other love languages – acts of service, gifts, even words of affirmation when you got frustrated with your work. But quality time and physical touch, your two shared most important ones, had sadly slipped away this week.
“I know...” you whispered. “I just...really need to do well this semester.”
“I know” he pressed, the guilt and need intermixing in his voice. “But you’ve been working so hard. It’s almost the weekend. Take the night off with me,” he was practically begging, though his pride would never let him admit it. You sighed and pressed a kiss to your enjoined hands.
“Just let me get through a few more practice sets,” you bargained. “An hour or two, tops.”
“One hour,” he insisted, sighing. He reluctantly let your hand go as you winked at him. He smacked your ass again as you turned to go, making you jump and shoot him a wicked glare. He just chuckled and offered up his signature smirk again. You couldn’t help your grin as you turned back, his attentions fueling the first half of returning to your work. By the time an hour had passed, however, you had become overwhelmed by your studies and your brow furrowed at your computer screen again. Before you had even noticed the time, an hour and a half had passed.
Your nose buried in a textbook, you began to hear a soft humming coming from behind you. You groaned, checking the time. “I’m sorry babe... I just can’t seem to finish this,” you said. Tilting your head back in his direction without taking your eyes off your work.
“Mmm well that’s too bad...” he crooned, suddenly behind you, his hands melting down your shoulders. You sighed, your fingers sliding off the keyboard as you leaned back into his touch.
“Why’s that?” you asked him, your head tilting, exposing more of your neck. “Because...” he whispered, taking advantage of your exposed skin with his thumbs, working presses down your neck. His lips were suddenly by your ear as he began massaging your shoulders. “I had such fun things I wanted to do to you tonight,” he spoke. You groaned again, letting your head fall against his temple. “Well if I let you do everything you wanted to do to me, Oikawa, I would surely fail my classes,” you said, pointedly, but still feeling yourself melting into his touch. Your heart rate had picked up slightly and your face was growing hotter.
“Well,” he said, “what happens if I do this?” he exhaled, teeth grazing over the shell of your ear as his tongue darted out between them. Simultaneously, his hands began wandering over more of your body, the flats of his palms firmly making their way down your chest, your nipples hardening at even the briefest of touches.
“Mm, Tooru...” you moaned, weak at his touch already. You ran your fingers over his forearms, your skin prickling with heat, and something inside of you snapped. Tired of your studies, absolutely spent from days hunched over your books, away from his touch, working yourself silly, you decided you’d had enough. You pushed his hands off of you and spun the chair around, throwing your arms around his neck and eagerly beginning to suck a tender spot below the corner of his jaw. He let out a surprised little laugh and wrapped his arms around your lower back. You pulled away for a moment. “Then I guess we’ll just have to see,” you whispered, your eyelids half-closed, answering his question. You squeezed his shoulders and jumped, wrapping your legs around his waist and crushing your lips into his, as the two of you had done many times before. He caught you with a low gasp and traced a hand up your thigh, turning you toward the bed. You could feel him grinning against your lips, and you pulled back for a moment, resting your forehead against his.
He crawled onto the bed with you still wrapped around his torso, letting you softly drop onto the mattress below him. You could practically feel his body vibrating as he began pressing kisses from your mouth, down your neck, down your clothed chest, to your stomach, where he lifted the fabric of your shirt and planted a sweet kiss ever so lovingly to your exposed skin. Looking down at him, you ran a hand through his beautiful hair, thinking of all the times he’d pulled your pants down with his teeth. It made you smile, growing a little more aroused at the thought. Nothing had ever quite done it for you the way this man’s love for you did.
“I guess tonight was a good night to try out that new pair of underwear you got me,” you said with a smile, your chest heaving at the sight of the corners of his lips turning upwards at your tone. “I love you so much, Tooru,” you sighed, your hand still toying with his hair, thinking about what a wonderful boyfriend you had. “Thank you....thank you for everything this week, for the dinners, the gifts, your patience....thank you –” he swallowed the rest of your sentence with his lips. Pulling back to hover with a smile above your lips. “I love you too, baby,” he grinned.
You found yourself continuing to say thank you many times that night.
For the dialog prompt thing, could you do Noya with #1? That quote seems like it would be something he would say. Thank you!
Ohhhh BABY. I was feeling soft tonight so this HAD to be written.
“If I could, I would kiss away all your scars” - Noya x Reader
Words: 830 | Warnings: FLUFF. So much. Semi-insecure reader. The F Word.
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It was another Friday night in, re-watching Brooklyn Nine-Nine, flat on the couch with Noya resting between your legs, head on your chest. You felt so warm and whole with his light frame weighing you into the cushions. You squeezed him across the shoulder blades with one arm, relishing in the feeling of his muscular body tight against yours. Your other arm traced patterns over the divots of his exposed bicep, always impressed by the level of definition that was hidden by the jackets he normally wore.
Your fingers trickled down his arm to his elbow, dusting over a large band-aid. Noya’s college volleyball team had gone out to play on the beach today and diving for the ball, he’d scraped his elbow on a rock. Coming home with a sheepish grin and a still-sandy arm, you had helped him clean it up and get it bandaged. Half-focused on the TV, the change in texture from his smooth skin to the fabric of the bandage caught the attention of your fingertips and you found yourself tracing the edge of it.
“Does it hurt?” you ask. He flashes you a smile, tempted to tease you for worrying over him.
“Nah,” he asserts proudly. “I hope it leaves a sick scar though!” You half roll your eyes at him, fighting the smirk that rises to your lips upon being reminded of the attitude that made you crazy about your boyfriend. Instead you just let your eyes linger on his and drag a few fingers through his hair. He tilts his head into your touch; you knew how much it made his scalp tingle every time you did that. You knew how he loved to spend evenings cuddled up with you and watching TV. You knew how much he loved you. It was everything you had ever wanted - to be laying here with him, completely comfortable in the presence of your love. Still, that voice tugged at the back of your head, telling you that this was only temporary. Telling you that you didn’t deserve it, that you weren’t worth it. That this was all fake. Telling you lies. Pressing your lips together slightly, you turned your gaze back to the TV but he didn’t miss the shift on your face.
Raising his injured arm, he brushed a knuckle back and forth over your cheekbone. “What’s up baby?” he asked. You tried to resist your smile again, inhaling deeply and letting your eyes loll back to his. Finding them, you did smile. You were so happy to be with him, it was just your own insecurities, trying to protect yourself. “It’s nothing,” you said, running your hand through his hair again. Noya ran a thumb gently over your bottom lip in an attempt to soothe some tension. He pulled his hand away and propped his chin up on it, patiently watching your face as you worked through your thoughts.
“It’s so nice...” you said. Noya’s eyes were trained on your face, giving you his full attention without being overbearing. “...being here with you. Holding you, I just...” you run your hand through his hair again, slower this time, savoring the feeling of him. Your voice drops to a whisper “...I just haven’t felt this close with someone in a long time. Haven’t known someone who knows me as well as you do,” you said softly, the explanation not quite there. His eyes don’t leave your face. You know he understands, you’ve talked about it before. And just the way he understands is scary in and of itself. “I guess I just have my ‘sick scars’ too,” you say with a wink, trying to make light of the voice in your head.
You feel Noya shift, rising up onto his knees and crawling his elbows up to either side of your head. In the back of your mind you think about his scratched arm but he doesn’t flinch. His nose is above yours now, impossibly close as he hovers over you. You look into his eyes and the Noya-loving part of you tells the voice in its head to go fuck itself. You wrap your arms around his back and smile.
“If I could, I would kiss away all your scars,” he whispers, holding your face in one of his hands. He drops his lips down and places the softest kiss to your lips, full of intention and love. When he pulls away slightly, you see the intensity of his words painted across his brow. Your smile grows and you thread your fingers with the ones holding your face, pulling the arm across your bodies, his bandaged elbow now close to your nose.
“Just like I do yours?” you ask with a playful grin, planting an equally soft kiss to the bandage. His grin grows to the size of yours and he pulls you close, sinking back into your body as your breaths sync up and you return your attention to the TV.
Hi do you still accept requests?? If yess can I request hcs/scenarios for kenma and tsukki having an s/o who's super smart but also super clueless abt a lot of things!! Thank you i hope you're having a great day 💗
Yes yes yes yes!!! And your request made my day so thank you!!!! I hope YOU’RE having a great day! Sorry this took so long!
Tsukki and Kenma w/ a Smart But Clueless S/O
Tsukki
homeboy LOVES how smart you are
you’re in all the same classes and he loves to study with you, always eliciting that secret smile of his when he relishes in your shared intelligence but thinks your not looking
seriously it’s such a turn on for him
study dates ALL the time. all the time and they often lead to makeout sessions when you’re really on fire quizzing each other or something
so the first time you said something dumb (let’s face it, we all do at times) he laughed OUT LOUD
not even like a chuckle, like a chesty HA
it kinda startled you and you looked at him
he smirks
“wait you don’t actually think that, do you?”
your eyes were HUGE - you were never going to hear the end of this. you really didn’t want him to think less of you but of COURSE he’s going to tease you relentlessly any time you said something silly
if it were anyone else, you would be insecure about the constant teasing, but you know he does it because it amuses him how someone so smart can say such dumb things sometimes
Kenma
your brain works at a speed that makes you a perfect match for him
your thoughts are constantly working through whatever problem you’re grappling with so oftentimes the two of you just enjoy the silence as he plays his games and you’re wrapped up in your thoughts
talks to his friends about you a lot because of it
“oh y/n said that....” “well y/n knows that....”
you’re like his reference point
let’s be real you DO help him with his schoolwork. whether you’re actually smarter than him or just apply yourself better to schoolwork, you’re not sure but you definitely get better grades than him
he actually thinks it’s adorable when you forget things or don’t know something
calls you his “brain smart, head dumb” baby - but only when it’s just the two of you, he’d never want to embarrass you
when you say something clueless in public he just sort of squeezes your hand but doesn’t say anything about it
it makes him smile because it reminds him you’re human
Words of affirmation: ASAHI, Oikawa (save him), BOKUTO
Meaningful gifts: Daichi, Atsumu,
Acts of service: Kageyama (bad at expressing what he wants, so he’s always floored when someone does something for him), Tsukki, Kenma, Osamu
How They Give It
Quality time: Yamaguchi, Kuroo (I’m soft over the idea of Kuroo clearing his schedule out for you when he knows you’re having a hard time just so you can spend time together 🥺), Iwaizumi
Physical touch: BOKUTO, Tanaka, Oikawa
Words of affirmation: Sugawara, Atsumu (you wouldn’t think it based on…everything else about him but just listen to how he talks to people he likes), Tendou
Meaningful gifts: Kenma (😏), Kageyama, Osamu
Acts of service: NOYA (boy will do ANYTHING for you - you need tampons? he will RUN to the store and get them - I mean physically RUN), Akaashi, Daichi, Ushijima
hq characters & what they’d be like as musical theatre boys - what they’re good at, what kind of shows they book, how they are to work with, roles they’d play, etc. | starring: sugawara, oikawa, bokuto, kuroo, tendou (+ tsukishima, kenma, akaashi)
for weeks my head has been full of hq!MT boys, inspired by over a decade of being a theatre kid, and @karasimpno has only enabled my debauchery. these are just a few of my faves, but i have more theatre boys where this came from so if this doesn’t flop maybe i will post more hehe
Hi, love! Umm, are your requests still open? If not that's alright but I wanted to ask for an Asahi x female reader one. Maybe where the reader is a foreigner, but her highschool years she spent in Japan, living with her uncle (who's basically like a dad) Ukai. And her and Asahi became best friends since 1 years. She's manager alongside Kyoko. And now close to graduation they're both freaking out about how to confess to one another. Thanks in advance! 💜
Omg this is so cute I love Asahi 🥺🥺 I also love the chance to incorporate others:) This was so much fun to write, thank you!!!
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Asahi x Reader – Who Will Say It First? 1.8k, no warnings
“I just don’t know.... I mean we’ve been so close for so long and I care about him so much—I’m just so worried about ruining all of that. And what if I never tell him? That way at least I won’t lose anything,” you found yourself babbling. The young woman sitting across the couch from you looked stoic for a moment, as though she might not have anything to add. Her eyes looked pensive behind her glasses and you sunk deeper into the couch.
“But if you never take the chance, you’ll lose any opportunity for something more,” Kyoko finally spoke up, still not looking directly at you. You thought about her words for a moment. You knew she was right.
You found yourself sighing, thinking of your best friend with the long hair and heart-stopping smile. A smile that had made you feel right at home on your first day at a new school in a new country. You had sat at the back of the class, hoping not to get called on. You didn’t know a single other soul in the high school and your knees were almost knocking together as you arrived early, waiting for the bell to ring for first period. A voice softly cleared its throat next to you, almost making you jump in all your nervousness. You glanced over to find a beautiful, long-haired man who looked way too large to be a first year. Suddenly you started worrying if you had walked into the wrong class on the first day. Your heart started racing until you found his face, which seemed just as nervous as you felt. Suddenly, you weren’t anxious anymore.
“Umm, I’m so sorry to bother you,” the guy practically whispered, his voice not at all what you would have expected, “but would you happen to have a spare pencil? I think I must have left mine...somewhere....” he glanced around nervously. Your heartbeat lulled in your ears and a slight smile tugged at your lips. “Of course!” you said, internally berating yourself for how much louder and higher your voice sounded in the room, and you fished in your bag for the pencil. You handed it to him, smiling in full now.
“Thank you so much, seriously, I owe you one,” he said, returning your smile with one of his own.
“By the way I’m—“ and the rest was history. The two of you were fast friends and didn’t leave each other’s side that day. You were quickly introduced to Daichi and Sugawara and you began getting ice cream with the three of them every Friday after volleyball club. Sometimes you all would go over to Sugawara’s house to play video games, but most of the time you and Asahi just ended up talking while Suga and Daichi got really into the game. You two never seemed to stop talking. By second year, Kyoko had talked you into signing on as co-manager for the team, which you were glad to do as it gave you more time to see your friends outside of classes. You were thrilled when your uncle Ukai agreed to coach the team; your friends—hard to believe you were all third years now—hadn’t stopped talking about how excited they were with the new first years who had joined the team.
But after all the highs and lows, the sweat and tears of a season to be proud of, graduation was fast-approaching and you realized with a pit in your stomach that this would all be over soon. Recently, you also realized, making the hole in your chest widen, you and Asahi had been spending even more time with each other. The evenings after practice stretching into nights at his place, watching Netflix or studying for exams or just talking. No matter what was going on, the two of you never stopped talking, regardless of how shy he was in front of most people. You realized, your heart thudding, that you never wanted to stop talking. You wanted to see his smile every day. You...had feelings for him.
Kyoko began gathering her things, jolting you back to the present. “You’re going already?” you asked. “Yeah,” she said. “I promised Yachi I would buy her ice cream for all her help this season,” she said with a smile. You smiled back without a word. “Good luck tonight!” she called as she walked out. Your heartbeat picked up a bit—it hadn’t done that in a while—and you glanced at the clock. 6:45; he would be here soon.
You took a deep breath to try to calm yourself, beginning to work on openers or play out the situation in your head. Every time you started thinking about looking him in the eye though, you lost your train of thought and had to start over. Nervously, you paced around your room. You brushed your teeth. You tried to stare yourself down in the mirror and hype yourself up. You even stretched a little—jeez, what were you this nervous about? It’s just Asahi... Before you knew it, the doorbell rang and you felt your heart leap into your throat.
“I’ll get it!” you called to your uncle, passing by him making popcorn in the kitchen. Maybe he grunted something back at you; you weren’t really paying attention. Out of his sight, you took one last deep breath and swung the front door open, already beaming. There he stood, blocking the setting sun behind him, looking radiant as ever. Before you even knew what you were doing, you practically jumped at him, throwing your arms around his neck.
“Ah—oh!” he half-chuckled in surprise, hesitantly hugging you back after he registered what was happening. “Hey,” he smiled as you pulled back. “Um, hi!” you could feel yourself blushing and quickly turned around, walking back past the kitchen to your room, wondering what possessed you to leap at him like that. What you didn’t see was Asahi’s returning blush, also smiling softly as he followed you inside.
“Oh, uh, hi Coach!” he stuttered, half-side-stepping past the kitchen, wanting to be respectful to your uncle but also not wanting to fall too far behind you. “Asahi,” your uncle acknowledged. Your best friend ducked his head a little and rounded the corner into the hallway towards your room. You were already inside, wiping your sweaty palms on your skirt. You hated the way you practically felt yourself trembling as he appeared in your doorway. He smiled, and you noticed for the first time that it also seemed a little nervous. You cleared your throat and held up your laptop.
“Netflix?” you almost squeaked out, your voice nearly as high as it had been on that first day. His smile widened and he seemed to relax a bit. “I brought snacks!” he said, holding up his bag. You took a deep breath. “Great!” you climbed onto your bed and opened your laptop with your back resting against the wall. Stiffly, Asahi crawled up next to you, as though he hadn’t done it a hundred times before. You weren’t sure if you were just projecting your nerves but it definitely seemed like something was up with him, too.
“You good?” you asked as he started pulling out snacks from his bag. “Mhmm!” he replied, a bit too quickly, nodding without looking at you. You spared a sidelong glance at him. Wow you were crazy about this guy. Even being his fumbling, nervous self, you couldn’t imagine him not being by your side. You blinked a couple times, trying to keep from staring at his long, beautiful hair and sharp jawline. “Umm so what should we—”
“Actually there was something I wanted to talk to you about,” you blurted, before you even realized what you were saying. You blinked again. I guess we’re doing this now, you thought in a panic. “Oh—” he stuttered, “that’s great actually—because I uh—I also—wanted to—”
“You go first then!” you offered, grateful for the unexpected delay. “I—no, I—you had something you—so you should—” you could feel him growing more and more nervous, more than you even felt you were. Without thinking, you put a hand over his, which completely silenced him. The two of you locked eyes for a moment. Hesitantly, you pulled your hand away. “Sorry, I—” “no I—” “are you sure everything’s o—” you met his eyes again. This time you were the one who was silenced. Looking into his eyes, something changed. You loved this guy. You had loved him from the day he asked for a spare pencil. Searching his deep chocolate eyes, you felt yourself calm down a bit. You took a deep breath and looked slightly to the side—but not away—from him.
“I wanted to say I—”
“I have feelings for you!” Asahi, in a split instant, had reached both of his hands toward you and was lightly gripping your shoulders, searching your face for a moment. You were speechless, utter joy brimming in your eyes. Just as quickly, Asahi completely released you, panic filling his expression. “Oh no—oh God, I’m—I’m so sorry, I—” he started gathering his things.
“No, Asahi—”
“I should really just—I’m so sorry, I should go—” he babbled frantically, looking anywhere but your face. “Y/n, I am so sorry, I—” and suddenly your lips were on his and you felt him go absolutely still. The back of your head prickled as you held his face in your hands. His lips were sweet and you could feel yourself struggling not to be overwhelmed with the ecstasy of the sensation. Pulling back, you searched his face, hands still not leaving his cheeks. His eyes fluttered and locked with yours, a half-confused smile creeping over his features. “Y/n, I—”
“I was waiting to tell you the same thing, you big dummy,” the joy in your voice undisguisable. Suddenly you were both grinning, your hearts overflowing as he wrapped you up in a huge bear hug and pressed his face into your neck. His stubble scratched the tender skin beneath your jaw but you delighted in the sensation. You were so happy you could have cried, and you wrapped your arms around his lower back, hugging him back tightly.
“That was the scariest thing I’ve ever done” he whispered, face still pressed against your neck. “Scarier than going up against Date Tech?” you teased, and he pulled away grinning. For the second time that evening, his smile melted your heart. “Yes, scarier even than the Iron Wall of Date,” he said, deadly serious. “Well then will you at least better stick around and share your snacks with me as a reward?” you asked.
He smiled, folding his hand into yours and raising it to his lips, pressing a kiss to the back of your palm, his eyes fully confident finding yours now.
Of COURSE you can my dear anon. Asahi is one of my faves :) this turned into a bit more than a drabble, about 1k words, gn!reader, shameless fluff. Enjoy :)
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Asahi x Reader Midterms Study Date
You were hunched over your copy of the poetry collection required by your literature class. The off-campus coffee shop was busier than most Thursday afternoons, but the buzz of the other customers hardly made it to your ears as you were too absorbed in the midterm paper you were trying to write. It was due by midnight on Saturday and you had been going over and over the four poems for the assignment over the last two weeks but you just couldn't seem to eke out an analysis. Your fingers laid motionless on your keyboard, your eyes beginning to water with focus as you reviewed the Winter-themed poem for the umpteenth time. Frustration bubbled up at you as you glanced from your book to the screen and back again, completely put-out by your block.
The bell on the front door to the coffee shop dinged as a six-foot-something college volleyball player pushed his way inside. His satchel was slung haphazardly over his shoulder and he looked a little disheveled in his rush, loose strands of hair falling from the bun at the back of head. Normally, Asahi would have turned the heads of any room he walked into, towering over the other customers of the coffee shop, but his distracted eyes quickly found where you were sitting and rushed over to you, other students returning to their studies.
"I'm so sorry I'm late," he blurted, standing across the table from you, "captain wanted us to stay after practice to talk about next weekend's training camp and -" he rambled nervously until he noticed you still hadn't looked up.
"Y/n?" he said softly, concerned. The two hands on your keyboard had become a single fist, clenched softly over your mousepad, the other laying dejectedly in your lap. The tears of focus had turned into tears of frustration and threatened to bubble over your lashes at any minute. You raised your eyes to his at hearing your name, trying to keep the wetness in them from spilling, but you knew that was a mistake as soon as your eyes met. The first drop rolled down your cheek, followed by the second. Asahi quickly whipped the chair back and sat down, reaching for your hand. He lowered his voice, “sweetheart what’s wrong?” he asked, his fingers reaching yours. Despite your tears your smiled softly at how quickly Asahi dropped into Comforting Boyfriend mode. You closed your laptop screen and exhaled as you laced your fingers into his, his other hand finding the back of your palm and tracing little patterns into it.
“It’s nothing,” you say, quickly wiping at your eyes, grateful for Asahi’s warmth. His chocolate-brown eyes pored into yours and you already felt a little more calm. He may not be the biggest talker but he was an incredible listener, your rock, and every time he was around, you felt like you were going to be okay. You smiled lovingly at him and explained, “it’s just this midterm paper for my literature class. These four poems are all so beautiful but I’ve been trying to write about them for weeks and the words just aren’t coming. They’re about the four seasons but there’s something more and I just....” again, you found yourself at a loss for words. You saw Asahi’s chest rise and fall with a deep breath, and you could practically see the gears in his head turning, trying to figure out how best to help you. He furrowed his brow, then clasped your hand in realization.
“Here, how about we take a break?” he suggested, and you were about to protest, but he was already pushing back from his chair and stepping closer to you. “C’mon, get your stuff, we’ll go for a walk.” He offered you a big smile that would have melted your heart, let alone your resolve to stay and study. Despite yourself, you smiled back. “Okay,” you breathed, and started packing your books. You could feel his soft eyes as you slung your bag over your shoulder. He reached for you and the two of you walked out of the coffee shop, hand in hand. He led you to a park about a block away and, taking a deep breath of the cool autumn air, you shifted your hand to the inside of his elbow and rested your head on his strong shoulder. Your pace slowed as you took in the kids playing soccer in an open field and others out walking their dogs under the gold and orange tree leaves. The two of you didn’t need to say anything, but merely strolled and enjoyed each other’s company as a comfortable breeze drifted around you. Finding a bench, Asahi pulled you to sit next to him. He turned his body to face you and let you drape your legs over his, swirling his fingers between yours. You watched your fingers tangle with his, breathing him in. Even after practice you found yourself reveling in his scent. Wind rustled the trees around you as he pressed his forehead to yours. Your paper nearly forgotten, you allowed yourself to just be present with him. He didn’t even need to say anything, you felt better just being with him. He pulled away slightly to look at you.
“It’ll come together. You always figure out the common thread,” he said, and you knew he was right. His smile was infectious and you leaned forward and kissed him softly. Once, then once more.
“Thank you, Asahi,” you sighed, taking in the beauty of the changing seasons around you and the light of the man before you. You smiled again, softer this time, remembering why you found those poems so beautiful in the first place. “I think I may have just figured it out anyway,” you grin, twisting your fingers tighter in his. His eyebrows raised softly in surprise and interest, asking the question with his eyes. Secure in watching those eyes, you said “they track the changes in the seasons, but also a pattern of love.” He blinks a few times, not knowing the poems themselves but knowing he loves you. You share a smile and nuzzle into his shoulder. Utterly happy, he plants a kiss in your hair and pulls you closer.
Can I have some HCs for #4, #9, and Oikawa with a goth S/O who has a lot of tattoos, tries really hard to appear like a bad bitch but is really a soft bitch, and likes to wear their shirts to laze around the house and to bed because she likes how big and cozy it is (and it smells like them)
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Noya, Kageyama, and Oikawa with a secret-softie goth S/O headcanons
Noya
Yall are THE coolest couple. Everyone knows it. Noya’s a lot more enthusiastic than you and it embarrasses you sometimes but you really adore him
Your bad bitch exterior is NO deterrent for him. He always wants to show you off and will grab your hand or wrap his arms around you even when y’all are just casually talking to friends
The goth aesthetic is also a huge turn on for him sexually
Concerts with him are SO much fun
Not only do you wear his shirts, he lets you have any old ones he doesn’t want anymore which you love to cut up and fit closer to your own style
Three words: tattoo parlor dates
You make him really proud. Like he’s just so happy to be with you because he thinks you’re amazing and watching you do what you do best just makes his heart swell. He brings you out of your shell a little and honestly brings out the best in you
Would fight ANYONE if they so much as looked at you the wrong way. Did I mention EMBARRASSING
Kageyama
You have a kindred spirit in this secret-softie bad bitch
Neither of you have to admit that; you just get each other. He isn’t a big talker in the relationship but is almost always serious when he is
His PDA is very selective (cus y’all have to keep up that bad bitch vibe yknow) - he’ll hold your hand but otherwise saves your most intimate touches for when the two of you are alone
I can’t stop thinking about being alone w quiet and serious Kageyama, intense eye contact, silently letting you know how content he is to be with you in small, meaningful gestures - tucking your hair behind your ear, putting his hand on the small of your back - he can’t take his eyes OFF you (or his hands tbh but bby really holds himself back until you show him how much you want him too)
He doesn’t have any tattoos but loves yours - he traces them with his fingers when you two watch tv together or when he gets bored when you’re all hanging out with Hinata
LOVES seeing you in his shirts but would rather die than admit it. Instead he just plays with the hem of it, watching your face. “Accidentally” leaves shirts at your place just so he can see you wearing more of them
Oikawa
this flirt sees RIGHT through you and teases you for it all the time
he loves seeing you in his shirts (but would much rather see you out of them ;)
Every time you come over he grabs your hand as soon as he opens the door and spins you around, almost knocking you off your feet and pulling you into his arms, blowing a raspberry onto your neck, making you blush. EVERY time. You swat him away but you love it
But he usually respects your tough exterior in public. That’s how you got him in the first place actually - he’s so used to his fans fawning all over him that your studied indifference was intriguing to him. Homeboy was CHASING you. For like MONTHS. You played a LONG game with him (of course he was trying SO hard to pretend he wasn’t interested but you see right through him too)
Winks at you before he serves though and boy does it make you BLUSH
Opposites attract and the sex is GOOD
Teases you about getting a tramp stamp of “Property of Oikawa Tooru”
Idk why but I know this boy can’t cook so he LOVES to sing some of your favorite songs while you cook and it’s kind of terrible and annoying but also so cute and melts your heart a little
definitely loves to bite you on some of your tattoos. no idea why it just does it for him
Alright I’m at a level of investment where I need to create instead of just consuming. Drop me a request for a drabble or hc with anyone I write for! I’m a great writer but this’ll be my first time writing for my boys :) I’ll prolly lean sfw to start out but if your request leans spicy then my writing just might as well ;) regardless all characters will be aged up 18+
Karasuno - #s 1-5, 9-12 and Ukai (no nsfw for Hinata or Yams sorry they’re babie)
Nekoma - Kuroo, Kenma (no nsfw), Lev
Fukurodani - Bokuto and Akaashi
Aoba Johsai - Oikawa and Iwaizumi
Shiratorizawa - Ushijima and Tendou
Inarizaki - Atsumu and Osamu
Johzenji - Terushima
(I am uh….in law school so that takes up a fair amount of my time lol but I promise I’ll get to your request as soon as I can :) ) feel free to give me a follow if you like what you see
What she says: I’m fine
What she means: in “One Day I’ll Fly Away” Satine talks about how she wants to get out of this place where she’s not respected and the night that she decides she’s done pretending, she and Christian decide that they’re going to leave the Moulin Rouge. She finally has that chance of freedom but it’s all pulled out from underneath her when the duke threatens to kill Christian if she chooses him. The story ends without her ever achieving her dream of flying away but it’s okay because when she was with Christian she was free. Love let her fly away and be free.
