Ooh !! Hello ! So exciting to see another Haikyuu imagines blog ! I hope you have a fun time here !! (о´∀`о) If it’s alright with you, may I request a fluffy scenario of Aone & a fem!reader ? The girl has a huge crush on Aone but is too shy to confess, so she kind of leaves him notes, handmade food, doodles, things that remind her of him to cheer him on in school, matches, and life. However as she was leaving a note on his desk, Aone catches her !! Hehe, thank you & have a wonderful day !

mme-hajime:

It all started
when you saw him look so sad after the third years retired. Something about
him seemed gloomy, like he wasn’t ready for it yet. You’ve been crushing for him since your first year, and you really wanted
to be there for him now – but you didn’t know how, having always been too shy to actually talk to him.

Which is why you
wrote down a poem you read not too long ago, a poem with words so affectionate
and kind, it made you think of him immediately. It wasn’t a love poem in the classic sense, but it made you smile and you hoped it would cheer him up, even if for only just a second.

You put it in his locker early
that day, making sure nobody saw you. Your fingers trembled and you felt sweat trickle down your back; But you really wanted him to know he wasn’t alone, and so you took all of your courage and put the note right on top of his shoes, clearly visible so he’d see once the day was done. It was the least you could do for him.

When you
saw him the next day you prayed to anyone that would listen that he didn’t
recognize your handwriting. You didn’t think this trough. What if he didn’t enjoy the poem at all? If he thought it was tacky or creepy or..? It kept bothering you, but it was too late to take it back now. What was done was done, and you had to live with whatever may happened.

Nothing happened though.

It wasn’t until a
couple of days later that you overheard Futakuchi and Aone talking. You didn’t
mean to eavesdrop, didn’t intend to intrude. You really just happened to walk by
the gym, the door standing wide open as you heard Futakuchi asking about some note.

“Did you
find out who it was from?”

You turned,
glad that they haven’t noticed you yet. You didn’t move, just waited to see Aone shake his head slightly. So he didn’t know it was you. That’s good.

“Maybe it
really was a girl. It is a girly handwriting.”

Aone’s deep
voice somehow seemed so small as he replied. “Maybe that person just mistook my locker
for someone elses”.

Your heart clenched. Why would he think that?

“Yeah
maybe. Or maybe someone is crushing on the core of our iron wall.” Futakuchi
chuckled in mischief, his voice holding a teasing note. It snapped you out of the daze you were in and you hurried, trying to get away while not making any noise.

You were safe. He didn’t recognize your handwriting. And it didn’t seem like it bothered him at all. If
anything, he seemed a little sad to think that the note might not have been
intended for him.

You decided
to make sure to write his name on it next time.

~

You watched
as Aone sat outside, the bag of cookies you left him looking so small in his
hands. You made a mental note to maybe make a slightly bigger batch next time. He sat alone,
the sun shining on him as he unwrapped them. You saw him smile a
little before he started eating them, that smile filling you with warmth. Heat rose to your cheeks and you couldn’t help the happiness coursing through your body.

“Hey Y/N!”

Startled
you turned at the voice, jumping a little as you felt like you just got caught.
And you did, and by your best friend too. Maybe she wouldn’t see how you’ve been staring at Aone. You cleared your throat.

“What were you staring at?” Your friend came closer, trying to see what had you so mesmerized.

“Oh. It’s Aone.
Are you still too shy to confess?” She asked, nudging your side as she giggled. “Ahhh, young love..” your friend drawled,
wrapping an arm around you as she led you down the hall.

That night
you sat down on your desk, mulling over what to do. Maybe it was silly, maybe you should just go out and confess. But if he rejected you, this little thing you had, writing him notes and everything, it would disappear. And you didn’t want that – weren’t ready to let that go just yet.

You sighed, picking up a pencil. Aone was training hard right now, the upcoming match an important one. For that, you wanted to do something special, wanted to make sure he knew you’d be cheering for him.
Writing down words of encouragement you added a doodle below, a tiny bear
cheering for him, before you folded the note and put it in your backpack for
tomorrow.

You were
the first to arrive at school. The building was still quiet as you made your way
through the hallway, finding Aone’s locker quickly. You’ve been here a lot these past weeks and you went straight to it, opening it to put the note inside. Maybe you’ve gotten a little more reckless as the
weeks slipped by without you being caught. Because you didn’t notice that you weren’t alone in the building,
didn’t hear soft footsteps coming closer, completely lost in thought as you stroked over the note before you looked back up to get going.

“Y/N?”

You froze
at the sound of a deep baritone voice too close to you. Please let this be a
dream. Slowly you turned towards the door only to look straight into the
face of your crush.

Aone’s eyes
widened just a fraction as realization dawned. He didn’t look upset, if anything, he had a rather
curious expression. That didn’t help your instinct to run though. Before he could say
more or even ask you what you were doing you mumbled a quick apology and ran past him out to the hall.

Maybe he
just got in. Maybe he didn’t see anything and your panic was unnecessary. Maybe he didn’t see you sticking the note to his desk. Maybe, just maybe, he would think you were simply looking for something and didn’t find it.

You couldn’t
help it. You thought about it all day, unable to concentrate. You just sat in
class drifting off into over-thinking-mode – You didn’t even hear the bell ring,
didn’t get up as your last class was over.

“Hey, are
you okay?”
Your friend asked, snapping you
out of it.

“You’ve been.. kind of absent today”.

“I’m fine.
Sorry for worrying you.”

She paused, studying your face before she continued “I’ll be
waiting outside then”; You knew she didn’t buy it, but you were thankful she didn’t push it right now – You didn’t feel like explaining, only wanted the world to swallow you whole.

Packing up
your things you checked that you got everything. You’ve zoned out for most part of every class, and you had a lot to catch up on now. Sighing, you scolded yourself, cursing under your breath at your own carelessness.

You shoved open the door, more ready for the day to be done. But there he was, a big figure looming across from your class, looking like he was waiting for something. Or probably someone.

Your eyes
went wide, heart racing as you gulped, breaking out a sweat immediately; Your lips jerked up in a smile, trying to hide the panic you were feeling.

Before you could properly greet him though he looked
at you and bowed.

“Thank you
for leaving me all those notes. Thank you for the cookies. I really enjoyed
them.” Did his ears turn pink, or did the light play a trick on you? You opened
your mouth, closed it quickly again, not finding any words to say.

“I am very glad it was you. Would you like
get some ice cream with me?”

Aone is a fluffy teddy bear stuffed into the iron wall! This was so cute and I love that he’s getting love!

hq-cuties-pls:

Short Aone/reader fic done for a commission. This was a joy to write! Our gentle giant needs more love.

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~Admin Alyx

You collapsed onto your brand new sofa, heaving a sigh of relief. You could feel the soreness setting into your muscles already, and your t-shirt clung to your sweat-damp skin, but the satisfaction of a job well done outweighed any physical discomfort.

You were finally moved into your new place. Yours. It was a small one-bedroom, no frills and honestly pretty cramped, but… it was your place. The knobs for hot and cold water in the tub were reversed, and the kitchen cabinets were painted an odd green that looked a little dated, but in your mind these quirks just added to the charm of the place.

You looked up at Aone, who was just standing a little uncertainly next to the sofa.

“Takkun?” you said with a laugh. “You gonna sit down or what?”

He had done most of the heavy lifting, so you knew he had to be tired, too, even as strong as he was. He sank carefully onto the sofa beside you, leaving a short distance between you that you quickly closed, leaning your head against his shoulder.

“I’m sweaty,” he argued, but you snuggled against him anyway.

“Like I’m not!” you said. He apparently relented, because he relaxed against you, finding your hand and winding your fingers through his own. It had surprised you, when the two of you first started dating, how tactile he was. In retrospect, it made sense. Though he’d opened up to you, he still was a man of very few words. He expressed his feelings through actions, and when he gave your hand a gentle squeeze, you understood him perfectly.

“Thank you so much for your help today,” you said. “I have no idea how I would have managed without you.”

He gave a soft hum in response, brushing his thumb against the back of your hand.

You stuck your hand into your pocket, nervously tracing the outline of the key you’d slipped in there. You’d been rehearsing this in your head all day, but even so you couldn’t help the surge of nerves that overtook you now.

“So, um…” you began, cringing slightly. Off to a great start. “Taka… hold out your hand and close your eyes!” you said quickly. This wasn’t how you’d planned this, but you weren’t sure how to actually say it, so you chickened out. Nevertheless, he did as told, shutting his eyes and holding out his free hand in front of you.

Slowly, you pulled the key out of your pocket and held it over his hand, hesitating for a long moment before you bit the bullet and dropped it.

“Okay… open your eyes.”

He blinked his eyes open, lifting his hand towards his face.

“It’s… a key,” he said in a monotone.

“I had an extra made,” you said. “I was wondering if maybe you wanted to… to… moveinwithme?” You uttered the end of the sort-of question on one breath, the sounds jumbling together so much you wondered if he’d even understood.

Aone was silent. This wasn’t out of the ordinary, exactly, but given the circumstances the silence made it only that much more nerve-wracking for you. You snuck a glance at him and saw that his serious eyes were fixed unblinking on the key in his hand.

“You mean it?” he said finally, his voice deep and earnest and heartbreakingly hopeful.

“Yes,” you said breathlessly, looking up at him. “I want you to stay with me. I want this to be our place.”

His brow was furrowed, and to anyone else it might have looked like a scowl, but you knew him. You’d learned the nuances of his facial expressions, and you could see the particular curve of his mouth, the slight wobble of emotion.

“Thank you,” he said, his voice deep and almost hoarse. “I—yes. Yes, I want to live with you. Nothing would make me happier.”

His hazel eyes shone, and without warning a rare grin spread across his face, making your breath catch in your chest. You treasured his smiles. He smiled a little bit like he’d heard a smile described secondhand once, but had never actually seen one to know how. His mouth was too wide, baring every one of his teeth, and even a full-blown smile wasn’t enough to fully smooth the furrow in his brow—you’d learned that his face really was just like that. His eyes, though. His eyes shone so brightly and so earnestly when he smiled that you couldn’t help but grin back at him.

“Really?” you asked.

He stared back into your eyes, his brow furrowed deeply with emotion. Then he did what he did best: he let his actions speak where words could not. He took your face gently in his broad, calloused hands, gazing intently at you. You could feel the cool press of metal against your cheek where he’d hooked the key ring around his pinky finger.

He leaned forward ever so slowly until his lips pressed firmly against yours. His fingers slid back into your hair as he kissed you, his lips moving slowly and intently against your own. He hummed against your lips, and you could feel the vibration as it rumbled low in his chest. A rush of love and giddy excitement hit you—he’d said yes, you were moving in together—and you poured yourself into the kiss, sliding a hand over his chest. He pulled you closer, drew you in until you were leaning over him at an odd angle. At that point you threw caution to the wind, throwing one leg over his lap so you were straddling him.

He exhaled sharply, making a sound low in his throat that was something akin to a growl. His hands slid down your neck, falling to your sides, travelling down over your thighs and back up to encircle your waist, his broad hands splaying over your back and pulling you close. He broke the kiss for a moment to stare up at you, his eyes somehow conveying what words couldn’t. You knew the feeling—the whirl of emotions you were experiencing at the moment was utterly indescribable.

You took a leaf out of his book, letting your actions speak for you. You kissed him again with renewed vigor, his lips parting readily for you as your tongue slid against his, hot and wet and eager. You could taste the salty tang of sweat—his or yours, you couldn’t say—but it didn’t deter you. His arms tightened in a vise grip around your waist, until you were pulled flush against him, your legs parted in a lewd stretch over his lap. You could feel him through the flimsy fabric of his athletic shorts, hot and practically pulsing with desire.

“Shall we…” you said breathlessly, licking your lips and swallowing thickly. “Shall we christen the—our—new bedroom?”

He growled again, wrapping his arms securely around your thighs and rising from the sofa, lifting you and carrying you towards the bedroom like it was nothing. You laughed joyfully, burying your fingers in his hair.

You’d take that as a yes.

Love!!!! I just adore Aone and this was so sweet!

Congrats on your 1000 followers!! 💙 Could I request a soulmate au? I would love somebody who could make me smile, but also someone who could alwyas comfort me or cuddle with me when I’m sad! I love going to movies, musicals, and vball games, but I love to lay around and chill as well like reading or watching Netflix! I’ve only watched the anime so far, so I’m definitely not up to date with the manga :( I love soulmate aus with inconplete tattoos that match your soulmate’s! Thanks! 💙💙💙

Dear Blue heart
anon,

we chose to
call you Blue in this little story where you will meet your soulmate. We hope
that is okay. Since we want to make these scenarios personal for you, we prefer
using a name, instead of F/N.

Thank you for
all your support. We appreciate you and every time you pop up in our inbox or
notifications, we smile. You are so kind and cute and generous, so supportive
and amazing and we are so glad to have you!

Please enjoy
meeting your soulmate.

“What a cute
tattoo!” your seat neighbor whispered in class. It wasn’t the first time
someone complemented you on your soulmate tattoo. A panda bear, just on the
back of your hand, between wrist and thumb at the edge to your palm. It was
delicate, yet the panda itself looked sturdy and cute.

“Thank you” you
smiled. It looked complete to you, and you kept wondering what that was saying
about your soulmate. Your friends usually had a part of an image, just the hint
of an animal, an object, something. But your panda, he didn’t look like he was
missing anything.

You tried
concentrating on class but failed, your mind wandering back to your tattoo, your
eyes skimming the classroom. It was such an obvious place, but you still had no
idea who your soulmate could be.

~

“Hey Blue” a
familiar voice, footsteps to indicate someone was rushing to catch you. “Are
you ready for our last show tonight?” Your friend caught up to you, grinning
widely. “It’s so bittersweet, don’t you think?”

You nodded,
your heart heavy. “It is weird, to think that this is our last show together.
We will all graduate soon.”

The show your
musical group came up with was a lot of fun for you. You loved doing the
lights, loved how warm and cold light affected the scenery, how you could
affect where the eyes of your audience shifted to with just the right accents.
It was a rewarding task and you got to see your group perform, enjoying how
they gave it their all on stage.

“Do you think
the beauty and the giant will be there again, watching? They’ve been to all the
shows so far. Do you think they are crushing on one of the actors?” your friend
nudged your side when you didn’t reply immediately.

Your eyes
wandered to said giant, standing in front of his locker. His friend was talking
to him nonstop, but he didn’t seem to mind.

“Who knows?
Maybe they just want to show their support” and you smiled softly looking away
right when his eyes landed on you, a slight blush creeping on his face as he watched you passing him.

~

When the
curtains fell and everything was done, almost all of you sniffled, cried and
laughed backstage. None of you could believe it was over, and there was a lot
of hugging and pats on backs going on.

After packing
up, you helped your friend loading a couple of things into storage before going
home. You didn’t talk much, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence. Both of you
were content, enjoying the silence.

“Do you need a
hand?” You turned slightly. Ah. The “beauty” and his “giant friend”. You didn’t know much about
either of them, other than that they played volleyball for your high school team and were
apparently pretty good at it. You’ve been to a couple of games before, but
not these last weeks. It has been busy with the musical and all.

“Sure!” Your
friend replied and both boys made quick work of all the heavy stage gear.

“It was a good
last show. Very intriguing. I’m Futakuchi Kenji by the way. And this is my
friend Aone Takanobu.”

Aone bowed and
you weren’t completely sure, but it felt like he was only looking at you.

“Are you guys
coming to our game tomorrow?” Futakuchi asked after your friend made your
introductions.

“Of course we
are! We wouldn’t miss it!” Your friend nodded, hyped since the last game you
two watched was ages ago.

“Sure” you
added, barely above a whisper, but loud enough to reach Aones ears.

~

With a sigh you
plopped down on your bed after this long day, eyes feeling a little too dry from all the crying, but
your heart was warm and full. You lifted your hand, spreading your fingers to
study the little panda again.

Does this mean he is a big
cuddly

panda? Chuckling, you pulled your hand to
your heart. I sure hope so.

Aone Takanobu.
The image of him shot through your mind, his white hair and big eyes, his tall
frame. He was probably an amazing cuddler… and he kinda looked like a bear too.

Giggling, you shook your
head. What were you thinking? You turned, burying your
face in the soft pillow.

~

The game was
amazing. Your school team was even better than you remembered. Their huge baby setter had improved, got used to
playing with the team. He was a second year now, and he was finally growing into the role of
a playmaker. His hairstyle was still the same bird-ish one though.

They won by a
landslide and even though this was just a practice match, you cheered, loud and proud.
It was a good match and it made you itch to watch more. Which only reminded you that school was almost over. That this team would soon disband as well..

“Should we wait
for them?” Your friend asked, breaking into your thoughts, face flushed from all the cheering and yelling.

“I guess that
is the polite thing to do. We need to congratulate them as well” you said,
blushing when you saw Aone slip out of the locker room.

He came to
stand in front of you and just stared into your eyes. You gulped, head turning
to give your friend a questioning look. But she wasn’t there. It seemed you were alone.
With Aone.

“Great game”
your heart beat faster. What was going on? Why did this feel so… intense?

“Thanks” his
deep voice a low and pleasant rumble. “I noticed your tattoo.”

You lifted your
hand, examining the little panda with a warm smile.

“It matches mine” He spoke this quietly, shifting only slightly, barely noticeable. He, too, was nervous.

The words made
your heart stop and you looked up, mouth dropping open slightly at seeing Aones pink face. He held out
his hand, showing you his tattoo. The same sport as yours, just on his other
hand. A panda, slightly smaller, a tiny blue bow at its ear.

You couldn’t
say anything. You felt like you forgot every word you have ever known, glad for
your body to keep breathing on its own. His tattoo looked complete too, only that the pandas hand was slightly lifted upwards.

“Huh…” you
said, your eyes fixed on his tattoo as you lifted your hand to see. But it didn’t
seem like they fit…

“Is it okay if
I..?”

You nodded, not
even waiting for him to finish his question. Your mouth felt dry, your heartbeat
drowned everything out.

Aone took your
hand in his gently, his fingers intertwining with yours, tugging a little to make you move to
his side.

Oh.

Two Pandas.
Holding hands. Now complete.

You smiled up, your
eyes huge and glistening. Your heart filling with warmth at his loving gaze.

“yet the panda itself looked sturdy and cute.”- This description made me giggle.

Beauty and the giant , so so funny! I couldn’t figure out who the beauty was at first but when it turns out to be Kenji that’s too perfect!

“Does this mean he is a big cuddly panda” – yes! Aone is such a cuddly panda! Too cute!

:3 How about D and R for the sweet baby Aone~?

vball-baes-bball-babes:

Another combo, I just wrote out the scene that incorporates both of these.

D: Dry Humping (Describe a dry-humping scene)

R: Ruttish (Signs that they’re horny)

Aone has been feeling…restless. Long days of class, a part time job and homework has left little time for him to spend with his girlfriend and it’s beginning to take it’s toll on the stoic male. Not usually one for public displays of affection, she’s surprised when he gathers her in his arms for a long hug, lips pressing to hers firmly in view of passers by making their way to evening classes.

“Takanobu?” she asks when they part, dazed a bit by the unexpected ravaging of her lips.

“I need you,” he replies simply.

She smiles up into his face, caressing his cheek and nods. They hurry to her apartment and he all but slams her against the door once it’s closed. The moaning of his name on her lips feels like honey to his soul as he sucks eagerly on her neck. Drawing her closer, he trails backwards, falling onto the couch and pulling her flush against him, her legs astride his hips.

He’s already hard, cock pressed uncomfortably against his pants but he can’t stop grinding up into her. She returns the motion, rotating her hips to get a better angle making his head fall back hard against the back of the couch. “Again,” he pleads, breathless and she moves once more, writing on top of him, hands laced through his hair, lips teasing the flesh of his neck.

He moans appreciation of her attention, hands trailing under her shirt to caress her back while providing support as she continues grinding her now soaking panties against his still clothed cock.

Aone thrusts up, eager for more contact and winces when he feels the bite of his zipper against over sensitized skin. He forces his eyes open, watching her face, brows furrowed in concentration of giving him what he wants and his heart swells with love for her.

He wants to finish properly, to give her release in return but he can’t move, he needs her so bad he can’t even take the time to remove his pants. One last grind of her hips allows him sweet relief and he positively erupts within the confines of his trousers, a guttural groan pulling from his throat. They’re both panting, a light sheen of sweat on their brows as their eyes meet once more.

Suddenly self conscious of what just transpired, Aone looks away, his cheeks dusting pink but she draws him back to her, kissing him gently. “There’s no need to be embarrassed, I’m quite pleased you want me that badly.”

He nods, gathering his strength then her in his arms to walk to the bathroom. A shower is in order, where intends to thank her properly for helping him relax.

:3 How about D and R for the sweet baby Aone~?

Another combo, I just wrote out the scene that incorporates both of these.

D: Dry Humping (Describe a dry-humping scene)
R: Ruttish (Signs that they’re horny)

Aone has been feeling…restless. Long days of class, a part time job and homework has left little time for him to spend with his girlfriend and it’s beginning to take it’s toll on the stoic male. Not usually one for public displays of affection, she’s surprised when he gathers her in his arms for a long hug, lips pressing to hers firmly in view of passers by making their way to evening classes.

“Takanobu?” she asks when they part, dazed a bit by the unexpected ravaging of her lips.

“I need you,” he replies simply.

She smiles up into his face, caressing his cheek and nods. They hurry to her apartment and he all but slams her against the door once it’s closed. The moaning of his name on her lips feels like honey to his soul as he sucks eagerly on her neck. Drawing her closer, he trails backwards, falling onto the couch and pulling her flush against him, her legs astride his hips.

He’s already hard, cock pressed uncomfortably against his pants but he can’t stop grinding up into her. She returns the motion, rotating her hips to get a better angle making his head fall back hard against the back of the couch. “Again,” he pleads, breathless and she moves once more, writing on top of him, hands laced through his hair, lips teasing the flesh of his neck.

He moans appreciation of her attention, hands trailing under her shirt to caress her back while providing support as she continues grinding her now soaking panties against his still clothed cock.

Aone thrusts up, eager for more contact and winces when he feels the bite of his zipper against over sensitized skin. He forces his eyes open, watching her face, brows furrowed in concentration of giving him what he wants and his heart swells with love for her.

He wants to finish properly, to give her release in return but he can’t move, he needs her so bad he can’t even take the time to remove his pants. One last grind of her hips allows him sweet relief and he positively erupts within the confines of his trousers, a guttural groan pulling from his throat. They’re both panting, a light sheen of sweat on their brows as their eyes meet once more.

Suddenly self conscious of what just transpired, Aone looks away, his cheeks dusting pink but she draws him back to her, kissing him gently. “There’s no need to be embarrassed, I’m quite pleased you want me that badly.”

He nods, gathering his strength then her in his arms to walk to the bathroom. A shower is in order, where intends to thank her properly for helping him relax.