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emmyrosee · 22 hours

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Hi!! Can you please please please write something with weird reader x akaashi? Have a lovely day ♡

Keiji smirks as two arms snake around his neck and gently pull him close, your lips pressing to his head, then ears, where you playfully bite the lobe gently.

“I want to gnaw on your bones,” you whisper into his ear.

“Yeah?” He asks, dog earring his page before closing the book and setting it to the side. He spins in his seat to face you. “You’re feeling that intense about your affection?”

“Of course.” You round the couch and make a move to plop on his lap; his arms instinctively wrap around you, and his lips press a kiss to your temple. “You’re just so pretty today, Keiji. Pretty everyday.”

“Thank you, baby,” he coos, his kissing moving down your cheek then jawline. You mewl and squeeze him, smushing his face against you. “Ow.”

“Sorry. Had to be done.”

“You had to squish me?”

“Yes,” you purr, pressing kisses to his cheeks as compensation for hurting him. Your hand comes up to grip his cheeks, pursing his lips out for you to kiss. “Mwah.”

“Mwah,” he returns.

“Mwah!”

“Mwah.”

“I’m gonna bite you.”

“Please don’t-“ his words are cut off as you bite the squish of his lips, not hard enough to make him wince but enough to playfully bite. “Thank you for being gentle with your feral behavior.”

“You’re welcome.” You plant one more kiss to his lips before hiding your face in his neck, letting the scent of his warm skin lull you to a state of relaxation. “Love you, Keiji.”

“I love you too, baby.”

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akiisks · 22 hours

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Four years of redrawing my first digital art!

For my friend who told me that Kuroo's no. of piercings increases every year and to the person who said to add a lip piercing next <33

#four years and I still struggle drawing his hair #my art #haikyuu #haikyuu fanart #kuroo tetsurou #fanart

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temeyes · 2 hours

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fashion studies ft. kei, mwahhh~

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tricodekus · 22 hours

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#art #tsukishima kei #fanart #haikyuu #haikyu

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gayaest · 8 hours

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Pardon me if I’m mistaken but I don’t think I’ve ever seen you make art of an arm amputee before. Do you have any oc ideas in the works?

Doesn’t count as an “OC”, I suppose but I have made art of arm amputees — just in my “paravolleyball” AU of HAIKYUU!! ❤️🏐

#asks #my art #disabled artist #fanart #Haikyuu #hq!!#paravolley au

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tsukkiiramen · 7 hours

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sugawara koushi fanart ><

#anime #fandom #digital art #art #fanart #sugawara #haikyuu!! fandom #haikyuu!!#hq #haikyuu sugawara #sugawara koushi #haikyuu!! anime #haikyuu #hq!! suga #hq fanart

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sp1lled-d0llgutz · 16 hours

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"cant two boys just be friends with each other!?!?!?!" and then its them

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lemonszesty · 21 hours

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Five Minutes Early with: bokuto koutarou, kuroo tetsuro

A/N: cute fluffy headcanons based on this post. this might turn into a series for lots of characters bc i adored writing this so much, so if there's anyone you want to see covered in this series let me know! this has not been proofread, i went crazy over this and just needed to type it out and hit send PROMPT: waking up five minutes early to cuddle with you every morning WORD COUNT: 1.1k

BOKUTO KOTARO

It didn’t seem odd at first that Kotoro “Sleeps Like The Dead” Bokuto had an alarm set for 5 minutes before his wake up one was. You were all too guilty of setting fail safe alarms yourself, so what was there to question about your partner, who awoke for practice much earlier than you, had them too?

When you noticed that he always woke up to alarms, though, his 5 minute early alarm seemed to make less sense.

Bokuto would brush off your questions, your hypothesis as to what the alarm was for, with vague shrugs and eyes that looked at anything but you

You’d see the flush on his cheeks, how it crept to the tips of his ears and the back of his neck, and the sweat beading his forehead. It wasn’t subtle how he dodged your question, which made you all the more suspicious.

On the one hand, this was your Bokuto. The man who wanted to get a full back tattoo of your name after you first started dating, who bought you matching hoodies and nearly donated his whole collection of clothes when you said you liked wearing his stuff. You weren’t worried about what he was doing, not when pictures of you were his every lock screen and social media post, when he’d text you he missed you the moment he closed the door behind him on the way to practice.

No, worried wasn’t the right answer. It confused you, perplexed you, made you wondering what the man who loved you with his entire being was being so secretive about.

It wasn’t until his alarm woke you up that you had the chance to answer your question. You never knew how Bokuto, notorious for tottering around in a sleepy haze until his stomach reminded him he was hungry, managed to not wake you up most mornings. Sure, sometimes he accidentally kicked you as he got up or dropped his entire volleyball bag on the hardwood floor that made such a booming sound you nearly shot straight out of bed from it.

This morning, though, you were woken by the soft beeping you knew to be Bokuto’s ringer. Your own sleepy groan was cut off by Bokuto’s shifting, his hand moving as quick as lightning to shut the alarm off. It only beeped once, something you wouldn’t have heard if you hadn’t already been half awake.

Your partner twists, turning towards you as a tired sigh leaves his lips. His breath was warm as it tickled the side of your face and you couldn’t help but wonder what he was up to as the bed movedever so gently from his weight.

You weren’t left wondering for long, though, when a weighted arm wraps slowly around you. Warmth envelopes you and you instantly understand how he never woke you up. Even awake, the way he pulled you to his chest nearly pulled you into the comfortable depths of slumber.

A content hum rumbles from Bokuto, his forehead ducking to nuzzle against you. His lips were turned to a smile, soft kisses pressed featherlight on any bare skin he could reach. And he stayed like that, holding you comfortably to him, until that fateful second alarm went off.

He sighed again, though not sounding nearly as happy as he had been, a quiet “maybe I’ll make it ten” murmuring from him as he rises from bed, pressing a final kiss to your skin.

KUROO TETSURO

When you first ask Kuroo what the point of having two alarms set so close together was, he just flashes you a smile, pressing a kiss to your forehead before saying “helps me wake up, that’s all.”

And you believed it, for a while, until you noticed how easy it was for him to wake up from a nap and get straight back to work. You weren’t a stranger to popping into his office during lunch and there were more than a few times where he used his lunch for a quick power nap.

Time and time again Kuroo had shown himself to be someone who is truly awake from the moment he wakes up.

The more you pester him about what those alarms were for, why have two when it was clear he only needed one to wake up, the bigger his smiles get, the more effort he puts into distracting you with little dotes of affection while he brushes you off with. “It’s nothing your pretty head has to worry about.”

Kuroo’s smile is down right crooked when you huff at his non-answer, feeling all too proud in his ways of evading your incessant questioning. One time, he even tried giving you an answer, but saying “You never know when I might sleep past an alarm,” was such a blatant lie that your resulting scowl sent him into a fit of laughter.

He left you wondering, never quite able to find the real answer, for weeks. You had never cursed being a heavier sleeper than your partner until the curiosity had gnawed at you so much you were surprised it hadn't eaten you entirely.

But there was one morning you were woken up early, the crack in your bedroom curtains shining the sun perfectly across your eyes, just moments before Kuroo’s alarm went off.

It was no surprise that he stirred immediately, a quiet hum leaving him as he sat up. You heard an unwilling groan leave him as he stretched his arms wide, listening as they fell back to his lap unceremoniously.

Kuroo hummed again, light laughter being exhaled through his nose as he settled back down carefully, his arms wrapping their way around you to tug you close to him. The warmth of his chest against your own sent your heart racing, the feeling of his overheated thigh pushing between your legs making it hard for you to not push into his touch.

A peaceful silence falls over the two of you, a soft sigh leaving him as he relaxes fully into you. It’s hard to feign sleep with your lover wrapped around you like this, but you let yourself bask in the affection anyways.

When his alarm goes off, you feel his arms wrap tighter around you. Briefly, your pulled even closer to him, a hand moving to cup your cheek as he plants a kiss there.

“This is why I set two alarms, sweetheart.” Kuroo’s voice is rough from sleep in your ear, “Just can’t seem to start my day without a healthy dose of you.”

#haikyuu #hq #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #hq headcanons #hq fluff #haikyuu fluff #bokuto x reader #bokuto fluff #kuroo x reader #bokuto kotaro #kuroo testuro #lemon writes

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haikyu-mp4 · 9 hours

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Knight in a borrowed suit

word count; 1215 – f!reader wearing a dress, inspired by New Girl

He stood you up. After taking up a table for over an hour, sitting in the middle of the restaurant and on show for everyone to watch as you tried your best to stop the tears from escaping, you’re sure that he stood you up. With an elegant dress, hair dolled up and impeccable makeup compared to what you usually did, you had been so excited for this date with a man you truly thought was interested. The two of you had gone out once or twice before and you were hoping it could grow into something, make you forget about that one unattainable volleyball player your heart beat a bit louder for. But it seemed not even people without status were interested for long. Maybe you came on too strong? Did you laugh too loud? Whatever it was, you weren’t sure you deserved this humiliation.

The waiter came over again with the same pitiful smile, and you knew she would politely ask you to leave. With a straightened back and tears at bay, you pursed your lips so she wouldn’t feel too bad about it.

“I’m so sorry ma’am, but unless you want to order, we have to give up your table,” she said, trying to speak as low as possible so all the people eyeing you wouldn’t be too entertained.

“That’s okay, I appreciate your patience,” you said, putting your purse on the table so you could pay for the wine glass you had when a voice rang out through the restaurant.

“Wait! I’m so sorry I’m late.” Oh, you knew that voice very well. Your head snapped in his direction, a small tear finally escaping the brim of your eye to trickle down and caress your smile. A very thankful smile.

It wasn’t your original date, it was Miya Atsumu.

He smoothed his hands over his suit, trying to catch his breath as he came over to your side, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple before moving to the other side and gesturing to the waiter. His hair was a bit messy, and his tie wasn’t very well tied, but he was handsome nonetheless. It was also Osamu’s suit, so it didn’t fit him like a glove. “Please excuse me and leave the menus. I’ll make sure to tip well for the wait,” he said, more professionally before finally sitting down. Your eyes had followed him the whole way, wide with wonder that he came to save you. It felt like you were in some romantic comedy.

About 1 hour earlier

Atsumu was never happy about that new manager asking you out, and much less about you agreeing to it. Could you not see he was going through a perfectly planned 14-step process of asking you out? You had known each other since the day he started playing for the Black Jackals and he felt like there was a spark between you. He found you beautiful even when you weren’t dressed up for anything special, and you always had a great sense of humour. Nothing could brighten his day quite like making you laugh, a feeling he would even compare to a perfect service ace.

So when he saw that slimy manager in the gym, laughing with his friend after seemingly picking something up when he was supposed to be with you, he had to stop himself from getting violent. “No way man, she was way too much. I swear I’ll hear her laugh ringing in my ears for weeks, and that ain’t a good thing.” your original date said to the other guy, and Atsumu took in a few deep breaths to calm down before running to the locker room. He hit speed dial and held the phone to his ear, happy Osamu picked up quickly.

“What?” he snapped.

“There’s no time to explain, I need you to get me a suit.”

Now here he was, sitting across from you with red ears and a slightly nervous smile. He had finally caught his breath when he looked at you properly, taking in every blink of your eyelashes and how your shoulders looked so kissable under the dress straps. “Wow,” he breathed out, feeling more breathless than he did after running all the way to the restaurant. “You look breathtaking.”

“Thank you, Atsumu,” you said affectionately, leaning your arms on the table in a desperate attempt to get just a little closer to him. You looked happy, he thought, but it was painted with uncertainty. “But… why are you here?”

Atsumu took a moment to answer, thinking back to what he heard before and trying not to let the angry emotions ruin this moment. “I’m taking a beautiful woman on the date she deserves,” he answered.

You didn’t need to know how he knew you were stood up, because now all you could think of was how real it felt. The universe granted you a chance to pretend Atsumu was there for you and not just because he’s a good guy.

It genuinely felt like that as you talked the night away, sharing food and ordering whatever wine they recommended as you talked about the things you never had time for at work. Your laugh was melodic to him, it’s what he imagined he would hear if he ever got into heaven. Unfortunately, you weren’t quite sold on him being there out of his own interest. So as you two stepped out of the restaurant at the end of the night, you said “Thank you for saving my date, Tsumu. You didn’t have to but I had a great time.”

Atsumu grinned, so hopelessly enchanted with your smile. “It was my pleasure, honestly,” he said, and it felt a bit too polite to you.

“If you want, I won’t tell anyone. You were probably just being nice,” you said with a forced chuckle, revealing more of your emotions than you planned.

“What?” he asked, grin diminishing as he tried to understand.

“You’re a good friend, I don’t want to assume there is anything more.”

“No!” It was now or never. He looked at you like you were the sun and he was the moon, desperately trying to reach for you and never quite making it; frustratedly. It left you speechless, staring at him with parted lips and trying to take in enough air to support your rising heartbeat. “I want to take you on more dates. I want to spend most of my time with you, actually. And I want to kiss you, fuck I want to kiss you so bad.” his eyes went to your lips and back up, and your pulse quickened even more, frozen like a deer in headlights from the sudden confession. Atsumu stepped closer, hands hovering over your hips like he wasn’t sure he could touch you. “I really really like you.”

“Tsumu,” you breathed out, a wide smile blinding him to the level that his eyes started watering from its light. “I like you too, I always have.”

Safe to say that the manager who stood you up would lose his job by next week, but you wouldn’t even look in his direction when you had Atsumu’s constant affection. Sometimes, the universe has a plan, and luckily, Atsumu’s 14-step plan was cut down to 3.

masterlist

#haikyu x reader #haikyu #haikyuu #hq x reader #fanfiction #haikyuu x reader #hq #haikyuu x you #haikyuu fluff #haikyu fluff #msby atsumu #miya atsumu #atsumu x reader #hq atsumu #atsumu miya #msby black jackal

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lotus-duckies · 21 hours

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good food

#kagehina #kageyama tobio #hinata shouyou #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#hq #hq!!

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aikee-waiki · 11 hours

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Paleontologist Tsukki because I loved the mental image of this 🦕

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jasminebythebay · 3 hours

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Hey everyone! My Sonic Chaos Emeralds, TGAA Storybook, and Battle of the Trash Heap prints have just gone up on my sh0p!

Additionally, I'm going to start offering small versions of my prints! Some of my current prints have been given additional sizes and new prints from this point forward will all come in multiple sizes.

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#genshin impact #sonic the hedgehog #botw #totk #legend of zelda #tgaa #haikyuu #the great ace attorney #tears of the kingdom

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koishiro · 11 hours

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Hi can I request suna rintaro moodboard please ?

Dating Suna Rintaro <3

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ : the things I’d do for him 😪

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kuroos-left-testicle · 22 hours

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Villain: You're too late! You'll never stop me now!

Hinata: That's where you're wrong, we'll stop you with the power of...

Kageyama: Friendship!

Yamaguchi: Harmony!

Tsukishima: Incredible violence.

Yachi: Love!

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lanirawhoney · 20 hours

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your art...it's so...UEUEUEUEUEU!!11!1!!! ITS SO BEAUTIFUL IM GONNA CRY TEARS OF JOY AHHHH ALSO SO COOL TO MEET ANOTHER HAIKYUU FAN TEEHEE HOPE UR HAVIJ THE BEST DAY EVER

Now you're maming me cry😭

#my asks #haikyuu #fandom community

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eggyrocks · 22 hours

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80 with kenma please :3

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500 follower special: #80 “How can you think I’m anything but hopelessly in love with you?”

kenma x gn reader, probably ooc kenma, insecurities, hurt/comfort, very light angst, not proofread written content masterlist

It's easy to love Kenma. It's harder to be loved by him.

They've learned over the years that he's not loud with his love. He shows it in little ways, unrecognizable unless you know him. He can sit with them for hours in complete silence, preferring their quiet company to being alone. He buys them small, frequent gifts, presenting each one to them without much fanfare. He lets them wear his hoodies. He's upfront and direct about his relationship status when interested fans question him about it. Kenma's attentive. Loyal. Dedicated.

But Kenma's not the grand gesture type. He doesn't vocalize his love often. He's not generous with physical touch. He likes to sleep soundly on his own side of the bed. He prefers relaxed nights in to extravagant dates. They know he loves them. He's told them so many times, in his own way.

And most of the time, these things don't really bother them. But sometimes, they start to add up, and even though they don't doubt that Kenma loves them, they start to feel like maybe he doesn't really like them.

It's been a long day. Work was difficult and long and taxing. Little things went wrong, and they added up. Small mistakes at work. Tripping on the train. Cracking their phone case. Kenma not responded to their string of texts. Burning their dinner. Cat puke. A headache. Kenma' silence.

It adds up.

And after they had cleaned up dinner and settled back down on the couch beside Kenma, he didn't acknowledge them. He didn't look up from the game in his hands.

And that was just sort of it for them.

They pulled their knees up into their chest, knotted their hands together, and let the thoughts run wild. Because Kenma's hardly spoken to them all day, and is it really that taxing for him to talk to his partner? Do they just not matter as much to him anymore?

It sort of feeds into itself, this sort of thinking. Sour thoughts spread and they can't stop the flow of emotion that makes their chest tighten and their eyes prick.

They press their face against the tops of their knees, trying to make themselves as small as they feel. And they're so caught up in the cyclical sort of thinking they don't notice when Kenma glances up at them from his game, or how the sight of them like that makes him abandon it at once.

So they don't expect it when his arms go tight around their curled up form, pulling them into his lap. "Tell me what's wrong," he says, voice hushed, not urgent but not uncaring.

All they can offer up in response is a shrug, not quite able to form the words. They focus on holding in their breaths, and keeping their eyes dry.

"Take your time," Kenma says, and does not move. He stays there, still and steady, cheek pressed to the top of their head.

A tear spills, and now they feel so stupid. Because of course he loves them, and they shouldn't be expecting more.

They inhale sharply, and try to steady their breathing before they speak once more. "It's dumb, and I know it's not true, but sometimes I can't help but feel like you don't like me," they admit, rushing through the end of their sentence once their voice starts to waver.

Kenma stills. “How can you think I’m anything but hopelessly in love with you?” he asks, and he doesn't say it with any particular passion or intensity. He's not mad or incensed. It's just a question Kenma doesn't know the answer to.

"I dunno," they mumble. "It doesn't bother me most of the time. But you're not an overly affectionate person, you don't always want to talk, and that's okay, I just," the strop, and exhale through their nose, "get insecure without that, sometimes."

It feels wrong to say it out loud, and when the words leave their tongue they almost wish they could take them back and reshape and rearrange them. Kenma doesn't move for a moment, but once he does, he lifts their hand and uses it to smooth out the top of their. "I'm sorry I made you feel that way," he says. "I can get stuck in my own head sometimes, I don't mean to make you feel neglected."

"It's okay, Kenma," they say, and it already feels like some of the weight's been relieved from their chest.

"No it's not," he's quick to counter. "And you don't have to feel bad for wanting affection from me. Especially when it's something I want to give you."

They sniffle, and lean up against him, head resting on his shoulder. "I love you," they tell him.

"I love you," he says, voice now firmer in the declaration, and he places a kiss on the top of their head. "And I like you a lot, too."

an: THESE ARE TAKING ME FOREVER IM SORRY also this one was bad lmafo im so sorry

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #hq x reader #hq x you #hq #kenma x reader #kenma x you #kenma x y/n #kenma kozume x reader #kenma kozume fluff #kenma fluff #kenma x reader fluff #kenma kozume x yn #500 follower special

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