#akaashi keiji fluff

[emmyrosee]

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.”

[teamatsumu]

do you? i do. (akaashi keiji x reader)

summary: you lose a bet, so now you have to confess to your crush. for my valentine’s day event - theme: confessions.

word count: 1461

tags: @nishayuro @kitas-tapioca @kakashineedstotouchgrass @amisuh @avis-writeshq @samanthaa-leanne @akaashi-todorki @sp1ng @kur0obaby @bleach-your-panties @pinkiipeachiikeen @keiva1000 @msbyomimi @sleepyxxhead @kindnessspreads

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Turns out, promising to do ‘anything you want’ wasn’t something Konoha Akinori took lightly. Especially not when you add Bokuto Koutaro to the mix. Konoha was a sly opportunist, while Bokuto wasn’t embarrassed by anything, so it was a deadly combination.

You didn’t know why you let yourself be talked into making a stupid, silly bet with the two boys. Konoha had a talent to goad, and he managed to successfully goad you. So when you lost the bet (really, why did you think having a physical competition with two volleyball players was a good idea), it was like Konoha had his winning prize ready. The request fell from his lips like he had been practicing it for days.

Which he probably had. The menace.

So here you were, hands shaking violently as you put away water bottles and towels, cleaning up the club room and taking all the time in the world to change back into your uniform. The other managers had offered to wait for you so you could walk home together, but you encouraged them to go on, saying you had some stuff to organize before you left so it would take time. You didn’t need them to stick around to see you horrifically embarrass yourself when you confessed your silly crush and got rejected. Already Konoha was making all the boys stay behind to witness the moment. You couldn’t bear to have your closest friends see it too.

You locked the club room behind yourself before slowly and painfully making your way to the gym. You could hear the thuds of volleyballs and squeaks of shoes as the boys noisily cleaned up. They were talking and laughing amongst themselves, and you felt your nerves tighten even more. This was the worst possible place and time to confess. The chances of public humiliation were sky high. But Konoha had made his demands clear. And you weren’t one to go back on your word, no matter how dire the consequences.

You smoothed your skirt when you reached the gym doors, standing in the doorway and watching the scene before you. Despite the net slowly being lowered, Bokuto was still bounding towards it.

“Akaashi, go again!”

The boy in question was already in position, setting the ball high towards Bokuto, who spiked it hard over the half-up net. Washio was yelling at them to stop and it was enough for the day.

You watched Akaashi wipe the sweat off his forehead and kneel to tie his shoe, breathing slightly labored from the exertion. Your feet remained frozen, eyeing him silently and dreading how your relationship with him was about to change forever. While Akaashi wasn’t someone who harbored ill feelings, you weren’t sure how he was going to react to a love confession and subsequent rejection. What guarantee did you have that this wouldn’t affect your friendship going forward?

“Oi, look who’s here!” Konoha’s voice was filled with glee, and all eyes turned to look at you when he pointed at the door. You fought the urge to roll your eyes and deck him across the face. Violence was not the answer.

“Do you have something to say?”

Okay, maybe violence was the answer.

You gave him a large, fake grin, before nodding jerkily. You could feel the edge of your face and your ears turn burning hot, hands already going clammy as you tried to clench and unclench them.

“Akaashi-san, may I talk to you in private?”

Akaashi seemed surprised, blinking twice before nodding and standing up to walk towards you. No one else was caught off guard, of course, grinning faces looking between you two, knowing what was about to happen. You wished the ground would open up and swallow you whole so you wouldn’t have to do this in front of the entire volleyball team. But a bet was a bet. You had brought this upon yourself.

Whenever you had lain in bed and fantasized about confessing to Akaashi, you had pictured just you and him. Either outside the gym, or in the school grounds, nice cool air blowing through your clothes and hair. You had imagined how he would smile and return your feelings, which was a long shot but anything was possible in your imagination.

Akaashi was…. dignified. Organized. He was crazy smart, perceptive to a fault. It was almost impossible to not like him. Two years since you had started managing the Fukurodani team, and your crush on him had only grown. The more you learned about him, the more you liked him. And he was leagues above you in every sense.

That was the reason you had always believed Akaashi couldn’t return your feelings.

He stepped out behind you, following you only a few steps away from the gym doors. Konoha had explicitly said that you had to stay within earshot. A childish, immature request but part of the bet reward, so you couldn’t exactly refuse. You turned back to the boy, unable to meet his eyes and instead staring at your own hands as you fiddled with your fingers. You had rehearsed in your head over and over how you would take Akaashi’s rejection, what you would say, how would you tell him it wasn’t a big deal and you didn’t expect him to return your feelings. That you hoped you could still be friends. But now, standing before him, you realized you hadn’t really thought about the actual confession. You were completely blank.

“Is everything okay?” Akaashi’s voice was laced with concern, and he tilted his head a bit to catch your eye. You stared at him for a good minute before blinking and vigorously nodding.

“Yes! Completely fine. I’m fine.”

Embarrassment was already beginning to crawl up on you. There was a bout of silence. Behind Akaashi, you caught sight of multiple heads peeking through the window. You felt annoyance build up in you.

“Screw this,” you mumbled. “Akaashi-san, I like you. A lot. Not as a friend. And I was never going to tell you, but I lost a bet to Konoha and he thought this would be the perfect way to humiliate me. By making me confess. So….. here I am. I’m sorry for dragging you into this.”

Akaashi watched you unblinkingly for a few moments. You glanced at Konoha who was scowling, probably because you name dropped him. But that wasn’t one of his conditions, so you didn’t care. You felt a twinge of satisfaction at having bested him even in your current circumstance. Good. He deserved to feel even a fraction of the anxiety and embarrassment you were feeling right now.

“Why would that humiliate you?” Akaashi finally spoke.

Your eyes met his dark ones, and you felt yourself freeze. Of all the questions you thought he would ask, this was not one you were prepared for.

“Uh-” You tried to come up with an answer that didn’t sound equally as embarrassing as the confession. Because you will reject me and they will all witness it?

Akaashi sighed and toed at the ground a bit, mouth pursed in thought. You stared at him wide eyed, waiting for him to speak. To say something. Follow up on his unusual question.

“This isn’t exactly how I imagined this moment to go.” He muttered, and you wouldn’t have caught it if you weren’t already looking at him. Your breath hitched, eyes so wide you were sure they would pop out of your skull. You tried to process the sentence, tried to think of any reason he would say that without getting your hopes up.

Akaashi peered around, as if searching for something, looking left and right before he finally caught the floating heads behind him. There was a yelp as they disappeared from the window suddenly, followed by thudding and a curse. You bit back your laughter. Akaashi rolled his eyes.

“I would like to talk about this more. Where others can’t see us.” His voice was as calm and quiet as ever. You felt your heart race. Your limbs felt jittery. Did this mean….?

“Akaashi-san, do you-”

A smile that made your heart leap. “I do.”

You felt a smile stretch over your face, feeling giddy at the thought of something you had considered so impossible materializing in front of your very eyes. You could still hear faint bickering from the gym, and you were sure Konoha had not seen this coming. Somehow, he was the least of your concerns now, in the face of Akaashi’s quiet smile and the way he was leaning towards you. You leaned forward too, realizing you had never been this close to him before. You basked in the moment.

In ten million years you could not have wished for a better outcome.

[omiomi-kyun]

02:42 a.m. — daddy's day out

AKAASHI KEIJI is usually calm and collected. He always think three steps ahead and has several backup plans in case something goes wrong. Some would say he's stoic, almost emotionless—until he became a dad.

Although he's busy with several projects at hand, he never failed to pay attention to his family. He's a dedicated husband and a doting father to his son. To strengthen his bond with his child, he requested to have a dedicated day for them to bond.

However, during one of those days, something inevitable happened: your son's first vaccination.

It was an event you wanted to spend with them, but you were also stuck at your workplace where heaps of tasks awaits you.

“will he be fine? i've read several articles online and also asked some of my colleagues about their children's first vaccination, but i don't think it prepared me enough...”

the doctor and her assistant smiled as they prepare the materials they'll use for this session. the doctor explained the process and gave him an idea of what might happen afterwards.

keiji nodded his head while listening attentively to her response. his son, atsuki, has always been a calm child just like his dad—and sometimes, it makes you and akaashi worry about him.

“ah... i can't look...” he whispered while keeping atsuki's right arm from flailing around. “i'm so nervous...”

atsuki tried to turn his head towards the doctor, but her assistant was quick to keep his head in place.

“he'll be fine,” the doctor responded calmly while applying holding the syringe close to your son's arm. she insert the needle in his chubby arm while the assistant hands over a plaster towards the doctor.

the deafening silence was ended when atsuki began to wail. akaashi kissed the top of his head while soothing his back.

“it's okay...”

akaashi himself couldn't stop his own tears from falling after hearing him wail in pain. “it's for your own good, atsu-kun,” he whispered while peperring the top of your son's hair with featherlight kisses.

“one vaccine done.”

akaashi looked at the doctor, terrified. his slowly calming heart began to race. “there's more?!”

“it's the last one... today, at least.”

he was horrified.

needless to say, you both agreed to make time whenever your son's getting vaccinated. because neither of you has to go through all that alone.

[heartsoji]

MISINTERPRET

akaashi keiji x reader

summary: akaashi is kind. he's kind to you, but he's also kind to everyone. you need to make sure you don't misinterpret his kindness.

a/n: akaashi getting a quad bc he's abt to hang out with bokuto is so funny to me

you'd always considered yourself an observant person.

you were good at watching people. you picked up on their habits, tendencies, movement style, and hidden traits. you picked up on how they responded to certain comments and the best way to be friends with them. you were on the quieter side, but you were well respected for being eternally considerate and kind.

also due to this nature, you were a very good judge of character. you found that the kindest and most interesting people were typically either very loud or very quiet, occasionally coming in the middle, though that wasn't often.

for example, take bokuto koutaro, the star pin on the team you co-managed. he was one of the loudest, bubbliest, people you had ever met, and also one of the kindest. he had a way of lighting up the room, and the way he cared for everyone you met was always heartwarming to see.

on the other hand, take someone like akaashi keiji, the setter on the same team. he was much like you. quiet, observant, yet one of the kindest, most tender-hearted people you'd ever met. he was a true gentlemen and was always considerate of other people's feelings and their boundaries. he was also in a few of your classes, and he was always so kind and warm. if you were being honest, you'd developed a small crush on him due to that.

you and akaashi were friends. being similar in nature, you two were quite compatible and got along well. you'd often study in the library together, and you took that as a chance to sneak glances at his stupidly handsome face every so often. however, his face wasn't the only part of him you loved. (though it was certainly an added bonus) there was something about him, aside from his kindness and good nature, that made you feel warm. welcomed. seen. you hadn't ever felt that way about anyone before, and you just knew that he was special.

"hey, l/n-san, uh, so for this part, do you think that the main idea of the passage is- l/n-san? l/n-san? are you alright? l/n-san?"

you felt a gentle hand on your shoulder bringing you out of your trance.

"sorry. yes?"

"ah, i was just asking a question about this part."

"oh, i see. so, in my opinion, i think that.."

as you talked, it might've been your imagination, but you felt like he was gazing at you. however, if you glanced away to see if he was, you'd lose your train of thought, so you continued on, your cheeks becoming slightly rosy as you did so.

after you two finished studying, he cleared his throat.

"uhm, l/n-san, would you like to stop by the cafe on the way to the train station with me?"

your eyes widened before a happy smile spread across your face.

"i'd love to!"

you walked with him to the cafe, making lovely conversation along the way. akaashi was kind, patient, and a good listener, too. talking with him was like riding a bike for the first time in a while. you're a bit nervous before you start, but once you do, its easy, relaxing, and fun.

"the leaves are beginning to turn orange." you commented.

"indeed. it's quite beautiful." he replied, a gentle smile on his handsome features.

"right? it's so pretty! it's a shame they'll fall soon." you said, an excited look on your face present before slightly saddening at the thought of bare trees.

he chuckled. "is fall your favorite season?" he asked.

"hmm.. maybe! i like how pretty the leaves are, but i'm not fond of how chilly it can get." you replied. "it's actually pretty cold right now. i probably should've worn a thicker coat or a scarf."

"oh, are you cold?" he asked before quickly removing his scarf. "here, take my scarf."

you felt your cheeks warming up. "no, no, akaashi-san, keep it! i'm really fine." you protested. he really was kind. he immediately tried to offer what was keeping him comfortable to you in order to ensure your own comfort. that selfless nature of his might be one of the sweetest parts of him - the ability to love and care for others, even when at the expense of himself.

"please, l/n-san, i insist. it wouldn't be good if you caught a cold. i'd be worried." your eyes widened slightly. he'd be worried? however, almost immediately after saying that, he gave a small cough. "i mean, the team and i, of course."

of course. he was just being kind. your feelings for him were beginning to make you misinterpret his simple kindness.

you accepted the scarf. "thank you, akaashi-san. i really appreciate it."

he let out a sigh of relief as he handed you the scarf. "of course. also.. you, uhm, don't need to be so formal with me." he started slowly. "i'd... be much.. uh, happier, if you just called me akaashi. we're on the same team, after all. you're the only one who still uses an honorific with my name."

you smiled. "of course, akaashi. that goes for you, too. just l/n is fine."

he returned your smile. "got it. thank you, l/n."

your heart skipped a beat when his voice spoke just your name. akaashi was making you fall harder for him by the minute, but you felt a bit sad knowing that your chances of being with him or him at least slightly reciprocating your feelings were slim to none. after all, akaashi was an extraordinarily skilled athlete whose personality, height, and overall good looks attracted many girls, even ones from different schools. akaashi's a very kind person. don't misinterpret it.

when you arrived at the cafe, akaashi had you order first. you ordered your usual basic latte, but he ordered a quad, something you'd never tried before.

when your drinks came, you noticed that his had a nicer aroma than you were expecting. he noticed you staring at him as he took his first sip and commented on it. "is something the matter?"

"no, no. i was just wondering what four whole shots of espresso could possibly taste like. i've never heard of anyone with that drink order before. and also, why four shots?! isn't that like, a ton of caffeine? you're not gonna be able to sleep tonight!"

he chuckled. "i need the energy. i promised bokuto-san i would set him some balls today, since it's a friday, and i have a feeling that we'll be going for a while. as for the taste, i quite like it, though it's definitely an acquired taste. bokuto-san tried it once, and he spat it at the wall." he said, chuckling at the memory. "i really enjoy the bitterness of the espresso. i think that out of the five flavors, i think that bitterness very well may be the most underrated one. well, it's in my top two, anyways. additionally, espresso contains immune-boosting antioxidants and-" he then stopped himself short, seeming a bit embarrassed all of a sudden. "ah.. i'm sorry for rambling. uh.. would you like a sip?" he offered.

you smiled. "yes, please! i think it sounds very interesting."

you took the cup from his outstretched hand and took a careful sip. you then began trying to register the flavor. however, while you were doing so, although your face remained stoic, you were internally freaking out. you just shared an indirect kiss with your crush, and he had offered it to you without a second thought. you just shared an indirect kiss with the akaashi keiji. you just shared an indirect kiss with him, and you were trying your best not to start smiling and blushing at it.

stop. don't misinterpret it. don't misinterpret his charity, his kindness. you had asked what his drink tasted like and he was explaining it to you before doing the kind thing to do, offer you a taste. he probably wasn't aware of the fact that you two shared an indirect kiss anyway, and it was only you who was thinking about it-

you stopped that thought at the sight of akaashi. at the sight of akaashi clearly trying to avoid staring at the mouth hole of his cup, but failing miserably, a rosy blush dusting his cheeks, and his lips slightly upturned. at the sight of akaashi keiji, nervously trying to ask what you thought of it, clearly still flustered, and still staring at the mouth hole of his cup.

suddenly feeling a bit confident from his reaction, you licked your lips while holding eye contact. "it was good." you said. "it tasted a little like you, too."

you watched as his cheeks turned from rosy to red, averting his eyes nervously while stealing glances at the cup where you two shared your indirect kiss.

huh. you thought to yourself. maybe, just maybe, you weren't misinterpreting, after all.

[noonajoe]

When His Child Wants Him (Dad!Akaashi Keiji x Mom!Reader)

Genre: Lots of fluff! Video-call, Soft Dad Akaashi Keiji

Word Count: 563

©noonajoe (Published on 15 March 2023 - 20:10 Bangkok Time) this story is not going to be sold, modified, or translated in any manner.

*calling Akaashi Keiji*

“Yes, hon, what’s wrong?” Keiji asked.

“Keiji, I'm sorry, did I interrupt your work?” Y/N asked

“It's okay, I’m almost at the break, so what’s emergency, hon?” Keiji asked

Y/N suddenly turn the call into a video call.

Y/N’s face showed up while she’s carrying their son, Kaito. Kaito has a bad fever for 2 days, mostly crying when his dad’s not around.

“Dadda…” he sniffles in his sleepy face and raspy voice.

“Oh baby, are you okay, bud?” Keiji asked worriedly.

“Sorry honey. He’s not stopped crying since you left the house. I already brought him to the doctor and he was fine, but the crying was never-ending until I realize he was calling your name”

“Uh-huhu daddaa!” his face is getting lighter when he saw Keiji’s face move.

“His fever still hasn’t gone?” Keiji asked.

“Yeah, he’s been crying for hours now, and now he didn’t want to eat anything. I’m sorry hon, but could you help me by keeping the video call with him until your break ends?” Y/N asked with a tired face.

“I can help, but are you okay? I can ask my boss to take a half-day,”

“No need, Keiji, this is the second time he’s whining about you. He needs to learn that his dad is working” Y/N put the tab in Kaito’s baby desk so he can see Keiji by himself.

“I guess that is something you must patiently teach a 1-year-old about ‘work’ honey.” he chuckled.

Y/N went to the kitchen with a tired face and didn’t mind what’s Keiji’s last words on the phone. She needs to prepare Kaito’s food.

“Uh! Uh! Dadda Abu-bubu” Kaito babbled around

“Are you happy now, Kaito?” Keiji asked from the screen.

“Dadda dadda mumma!” he's happy when he heard Keiji’s voice.

“Kaito, you shouldn’t be bad to your mom,” Keiji said.

“Ba-ba? Kaito Ba-ba?” he tried to copy Keiji’s words.

“Yes, Dadda will be home early today., but Kaito should be good with Mama until Dadda goes home” 

“Uh-huh Gu-gu” he clapped his hand.

“Okay, Kaito. Now dadda wants you to go mommy there and hug her. Huggie huggie. Remember?” Keiji shows his son hugging himself, indicating Kaito needs to hug his mom.

“Huggie?” Kaito tries to copy his dad’s pose from the screen.

“Yes, mama there” he showed Y/N’s photo. Kaito turns his head and sees his mom.

Kaito crawls to his mom and tried to reach his mom’s skirt. When you look at him, he’s sitting, opens his arms, and indicates he wants to hug her.

When she saw him with a puppy face, expressing “I’m sorry to make your day hard mama”. She just smiles, hugged him, and rubbed his back.

Keiji smiled when he saw that lovely scene on the screen

He took a screenshot of Y/N and Kaito hugging on his phone.

Suddenly, he felt an intense quiet around him.

When Keiji turns his head, all of his co-workers are looking at him

“Mr. Akaashi, you’re soooo sweet to your wife,” one of them tells him.

“Yeah, you even didn’t mad during this tight deadlines, your son has to take that from you when he grows up”

“Sorry guys I think I made a good disturb before our break” Keiji apologized, he didn’t realize that he was too focused on taking care of his family even over long distances.

[hotvinimon]

Reward

Akaashi Keiji x reader

A/N : Akaashi is oblivious. Reader wants more. Images are not mine. Credits to the owner. Likes, Comments and re-blogs are appreciated. Please don't steal my work. Enjoy ;) Warnings - English is my second language.

Master List

Akaashi was really smart, ended up being your last resort as a tutor, thanks to your dismal relationship with physics.

You found yourself in the library, with your oh-so-beloved boyfriend as your tutor. Instead of cracking down on physics, you were busy examining every angle of him while a pencil hung precariously between your nose and upper lip.

Suddenly, a booming call of your name rudely jolted you from your daydreams, and there was Akaashi, giving you a worried look.

"Sweetheart, are you okay? Did you even hear what I said?"

You mumbled, "Y-Yeah, yeah," in a feeble attempt to pretend like you were paying attention.

"Teaching you physics is like trying to stop Bokuto from playing volleyball." Akaashi sighed.

You snapped back, "But that's impossible!"

"Exactly," Akaashi snickered.

It took you a hot minute to catch his drift. "YAAHH!!! That's just mean," you pouted.

Akaashi sighed, "Alright, alright, sweet pea. If you can solve this problem, I'll reward you."

"Really?" You perked up. Now that he finally had your attention on the work, he won't let it go waste.

"Bingo," Akaashi confirmed.

After 17 minutes and 36 seconds (not that you were counting), you proudly showed your completed work to Akaashi.

"Kei, it's done. Where's my reward?" You leaned in closer.

Akaashi smirked. "At least let me check if you did it correctly."

To Akaashi's shock, the solution was spot on. You couldn't resist your triumphant "My reward, Keiji..."

Akaashi chuckled and leaned in a bit. Your cheeks turned as red as a tomato, and you leaned in closer too.

He handed you a candy and said, "Here, a candy for you."

You stared at his hand and then back at his face. "This isn't what I wanted," you declared.

Akaashi looked puzzled. "What do you want, then?"

You stuttered, "Well...um, something more."

It took Akaashi a moment, but then it hit him.

"Oh..."

"Yeah," you blushed.

Akaashi fumbled for another candy and handed it to you.

Maybe he wasn't that smart after all.

V- Chan's Dilly Dally

Hey guys <3 I really hope you would like this. I was gatekeeping this for almost a week. But here it is. Requests are really appreciated. For joining taglist, please let me know in the comments below

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[piichuu]

♡ CINEMA DATE - AKAASHI KEIJI

NOTES: fluff, gn!reader

WORD COUNT: 888

AUGUST DRABBLES

akaashi keiji never thought he would dare to ask you out on a date, but after lots and lots of pep talk from bokuto, he decided to finally stop waiting for you to take the first step. the crush he has on you has been ongoing for the last two years and he hasn’t dared doing anything except for starting small talk, but that isn’t enough.

a few days ago, he finally asked you to go watch a movie with him and he was fully prepared to run for it without getting a reply, but he stood still, avoiding your gaze as he waited for what you had to say. to his surprise, you actually seemed rather positive about it and said yes. that was probably one of the happiest days of his life, maybe that would sound weird to say as it may not seem like a big deal, but he finally felt like he might actually have a chance with the person he’s been crushing on for years.

akaashi had no idea what to wear and he was just a minute close to having a breakdown, but after staring at himself in the mirror for over an hour with lots of different outfits, he finally found something that he at least thought looked okay. a pair of dark blue baggy jeans and a black sweater. he is well aware that it’s basic, but he had no idea what else to wear.

so now, he’s standing outside the cinema building with his phone in hand. he doesn’t want to look around too much as that might seem weird to others, so he just looks down at his phone, glancing up every once in a while to see if you’re on your way.

he takes a few deep breaths as he’s slowly but surely becoming more nervous. his hands are trembling and it almost feels like his legs are shaking as well. but eventually, he can finally see you approach him from further away and then his gaze is stuck on you. he can’t stop himself from being completely mesmerized.

you give him a slight wave before you’re finally close enough for him to say something. “hi,” he speaks rather quietly and you give him a slight nod while also flashing him a sweet smile that almost makes his knees buckle. he returns the smile with one of his own. “let’s go inside.”

the two of you walk inside the building to get your tickets scanned and you’re then welcome to buy all the snacks you want. akaashi immediately begins to look at the different sizes of popcorn. “do you want a small, medium or large?” he asks, turning his head to look at you who’s trying to choose a drink. “you can choose.”

he nods and ends up getting a medium that the two of you can share, only hoping it’ll be enough for you two. it doesn’t take too long for either of you to choose a drink and you then go to the cashier to pay for what you’ve bought, akaashi being quick with pulling out his card so you won’t have the opportunity to pay.

you then grab your snacks and head down towards the movie theater. akaashi is leading the way to your seats and there doesn’t seem to be too many people who decided to come to the cinema today as most seats are empty, but there are a few families and couples sitting elsewhere.

it takes a couple of minutes for the movie to finally begin and akaashi keiji cannot stop fiddling with his fingers, not knowing what to do with himself as he has you sitting beside him, taking a sip of your drink every now and again.

he only seems to think more about what he’s doing now with you there. he thinks about how loud he’s breathing, how he sits, if his posture is okay, how his hair looks. this isn’t something he would usually think about when being at the cinema, but he wants to look his best around you.

you’re looking at the giant screen in front of you, but he can’t help how he glances over at you, barely begin able to keep his focus on the movie. his leg is meanwhile bouncing up and down as he doesn’t know what to do with it, everything he does just feels awkward to him.

his hands are sweaty as he’s playing with them. is it only him, but has the movie theater gotten much warmer? he is beginning to regret that he chose to wear this sweater.

he is trying his absolute best to watch the movie, but that tiny focus he had is soon ruined when he can feel a hand on his. akaashi’s entire body stiffens before he turns his head to look at you who’s already looking down at your now intertwined hands.

there’s a blush spreading across his cheeks, but he doesn’t let go of your hand, instead he squeezes it tight, trying to take a deep breath as if to compose himself. not a single word has to be said between the two of you, but that leg that was previously bouncing is finally still and he might still feel warm, but this time, it’s his heart that’s warmer than ever.

[vampkaashis-wife]

“I don’t get it,” Akaashi says, putting down the two cups of coffee he’s just made. He kisses the top of your head as he sits down next to you. You’ve got your journal out, scratching something either very important or very unimportant into it (it’s hard to tell sometimes, this early in the morning).

“And that’s why it’s my journal and not yours.” You look at him, leaning in to kiss his cheek as thanks for the coffee. “I don’t understand your spreadsheets either.”

“Not that,” he retorts, grumbling something about the utility and value of spreadsheets at the end of that statement. “I don’t get why you keep wearing my Fukurodani jacket.”

“Because you gave it to me and it’s mine?”

“Yeah, but.... high school Keiji sweat buckets in that thing.”

“Did high school Keiji - or his mom - put it in the laundry after? I’m not scared of your sweat, babe.”

“I have new ones! Where the white is not as... worn.”

You wrinkle your nose. “No offense to the neighborhood association, but they don’t have the same atmosphere as Fukurodani. Not even close.”

And, yeah, you’ve got a point there. When your formative years are spent setting for pro athlete and Olympian Bokuto Koutarou, there’s not a lot that the neighborhood uncles can do to match that energy. Especially not when you were also playing against the Miya twins and Kozume Kenma and the crazy kids from Karasuno. 

“They’re doing their best,” he says lamely. “They - we - just love the sport a little less.”

You study him as he says that, the little fidget that always accompanies such a statement manifesting in the way he adjusts his glasses. “You know no one cares that you didn’t chase Bokkun to go pro.”

“I-”

“You’ve been thinking about it a lot lately; I’ve been watching you watch his games.”

“Do you think I would’ve made the national team?”

“Honest answer?”

“Yeah.”

You pause, sipping noisily at your coffee. “No, I don’t think you would’ve made it.” His eyes light up in surprise, then his eyebrows pull together in confusion. You explain, “I loved watching you play in high school. You were so lively, so joyous, so... loved.” 

And he was loved. The only second year in a sea of third years (and Onaga), Akaashi Keiji was loved like no other on the Fukurodani team. 

“But I think this suits you more. Being able to be home with me on the weekends, cursing about your editing job, visiting all the trendy new restaurants that pop up on your social media. I think about it whenever I see you think about it, and no matter what mind games I play, I think I like this Keiji better. The househusband.”

“I am not a househusband.”

You snort. That was what he got out of that? “Oh, you’re right. That’s Myaa-sam. My bad.”

“Hey!” 

He’s not really offended. Both of you are well aware of the charms of Miya Osamu. 

“For the record,” you add, “You couldn’t hear me cheering for you if you played pro. But you can when you play locally because the venues are smaller.”

He smiles. “I’ll always hear you, love.”

-

and that’s when you get on his back about never hearing you when you ask him to do errands and/or chores and he concedes defeat! 

[restlesswritingss]

Akaashi was normally a reserved person. He came to work, did his job, and went home. He was sociable when others approached him, but he wasn’t going out of his way to speak to his peers. Akaashi was fine with being this way. He had his friends outside of work so he didn’t feel the need to try and make anymore. 

But now he was regretting being so reserved because he had a giant crush on his new coworker. He thanked any god he could that she was outgoing. It was mostly kept to talks in the elevator on the way to your respective floors. Sadly you worked one floor beneath him but every morning you two somehow ended up riding together. The somehow being that since the routine started, Akaashi was religiously on time and never took another entrance. 

You’d ask him about whatever book you saw him reading at lunch. Then you two would speak about literature and sometimes it would go into music or games. It was the best part of his day. He now always used the printer on your floor, eyes roaming to your cubicle to see if you were there. But the problem came when he would see you. You usually made eye contact with him and smiled. That smile made his brain short circuit and his armpits sweaty. So Akaashi would look away immediately. Then he wouldn’t take his eyes off the printer or spare you a glance as he scurried back to his own floor. 

This had been happening multiple times a week now. At first, it discouraged you but then Akaashi was always receptive to your talks in the morning. You took it as him wanting friendship and nothing more, despite your own soul consuming crush on him. How could you not when he walked by in his office clothes and glasses? 

Akaashi was now coming to do his regular routine at your printer. He didn’t even need to make any copies, today he just really needed to see your smile. But when he looked at your cubicle horror filled him. There was a balloon and small banner on your cubicle saying Happy Birthday! 

He had no idea it was your birthday and he’d ridden the whole way up with you not knowing. He hadn’t even said happy birthday! His feet took him towards you on their accord, his brain only registering that he needed to make this right.

Your eyes widened at the sight of Akaashi beelining to you. His face was determined. It was cute. Too cute. His hair looked like he’d ran his hands through it, and his glasses were hanging on his collar giving you full view of his face. His beautiful eyes were on you. 

“Oh hi, Akaashi,” was all you could manage under his gaze. 

“Happy birthday,” he said then tried to smile when he realized he sounded to serious.

The cutest blush crept onto your cheeks at his words, turning his forced smile into a real one. 

“Oh, thank you. Did you need help with your uh, copies?” You nodded to the papers in his hand. You didn’t want the conversation to end but that felt like a stupid way to continue it. It was just the first thing you could think of. 

Akaashi looked at said papers as if he just realized they were in his hand. It took him a minute to register your words and the implication. All he could do was a nod. Of course he knew how to do copies but more time with you was always welcome. 

You smiled shyly and stood up to walk with him. As you walked the short way to the printer, your shoulders were touching making you both blush further.

Once you got to the printer, you started pushing buttons for him while he stood closer than he needed. His chest was almost touching your back. You were so warm. 

Your fingers brushed his as you took the papers from him to put them on the scanner. Akaashi smirked at your slight trembling. Knowing you were nervous made him feel more confident. He liked having an effect on you. 

He put his hand just above the small of your back, not wanting to be too forward.

“Thank you, (Y/N),” He said lowly as it was quiet in the office. 

Thank god the printer was near a cubicle so no one heard the squeak you let out at his hand on your back. No one but Akaashi.

“Of-of course, Akaashi,” was all you could stutter out.

Akaashi reached over you to enter the number of copies he needed. You stared intently at the printer as it made copies, unable to look at Akaashi. Akaashi couldn’t take his eyes off you. Based on your nervousness, it seemed you did like him back. This made Akaashi want to tease you a bit more, but he decided to hold back. It was your birthday after all. 

He pulled away once his copies were done so you could hand him the warm papers. His gaze on you was now soft and that was much more nerve wracking than his smirk. 

“Thank you again.”

“Anytime,” you still couldn’t look him in the eye.

You moved to go back to your desk, but Akaashi put a hand on your wrist to stop you. His touch was featherlight, not wanting you to think you couldn’t pull away. 

He bent his knees and tilted his head to meet your eyes that were now trained your wrist. 

“Would you like to get drinks with me after work to celebrate your birthday?” Akaashi asked, making sure to keep his voice low and soft again so no one else could hear. He didn’t want you to feel pressured to say yes. 

Your gaze snapped up. You stared dumbfounded at him. You’d spent weeks trying to hint at him in the elevator that you were interested. Now he was finally asking you out, and it didn’t feel real.

“Please,” Akaashi added pathetically at your silence. He couldn’t help it. He knew he would get on his knees in front of the entire office if you’d asked him to. He was a goner.

Realizing he was taking your silence as rejection you said a little too loudly, “Yes, yes I’d love to.”

He smiled again and your heart felt lighter. 

“I’ll meet you back at your cubicle at 5 then,” he squeezed your wrist once before actually going back to his floor to do his job.

You watched him leave thinking that you weren’t going to make a birthday wish anymore. It’d just come true. 

Author’s Note: It’s my birthday today so this is part one of a couple of birthday scenarios I have that are mostly just self-indulgent fluff lol. 

[rotten1angel]

bringing his daughter to work with akaashi!

content : dad!akaashi x fem!reader

word count : 0.4k

no y/n used, lowercase intended, imma sucker for dad!hq so please gimme some requests T^T

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akaashi sighed as his three year old continued to mumble to him. he turned his chair to face the little girl—sat on the small loveseat in his office. while he understood his babysitter's excuse for not being able to work today, couldn’t they have told him before the day of? 

he was lucky his office allowed kids—occasionally. 

“yua.” akaashi’s voice sounded stern, but to anyone who really knew him you could hear the resisted temptation to spoil his little girl.

“yes, papa?” the girl replied.

“papa has to work on the computer and can’t play right now. i’m very sorry yuki couldn't watch you today, but you need to be good, okay?” yua sighed at her dad, she sank further into the couch she was on with a small ‘okay’ as akaashi smiled at her and turned back to his work.

5 minutes went by before there a small knock on akaashi’s office door. he sighed as he had finally got into the groove of writing.

“come in.” he called, before turning around to see who was at the door. he made eye contact with you as you peered in, a plate of cookies and some crayons in your hands.

“hi, akaashi. I noticed little akaashi was in today, so i brought some crayons and cookies.. if that's alright with you..!” you timidly offered, not wanting to upset akaashi or his daughter about the cookies. it took the curly-haired man a minute to respond, too lost in your angelic nature & kindness to his daughter. yua however beamed up at you – and the cookies – before turning to look at her father, taking note of the look in his eyes.

“o—oh yes that's fine! thank you so much, and.. i told you to call me keiji.” he softly smirked at your flustered face.

“right, sorry.. keiji.” you muttered as you placed the cookies next to yua, along with the crayons and some paper.

“if you need a break from her to focus, i'd be happy to watch her for a little! i love kids.” you said to the man, feeling his eyes bore into you. “i’ll be sure to let you know.”

you smiled at him, you said a little goodbye to yua as she thanked you for the cookies and left, shutting the door softly behind you. akaashi’s eyes stayed trained on the door for a few seconds before yua broke the silence.

“is she your girlfriend, papa?” the girl asked, mouth full of cookies as her father choked on nothing.

“n—no! no, she is not, yua.” akaashi’s reddened cheeks gave him away to his nosy daughter, a trait she unfortunately got from her uncle bo.

“do you love her?” akaashi stayed silent as he tried to calm himself down, so he could get back to work.

“i approve, jus’ sayin’.” yua muttered, before pulling out the crayons and paper.

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taglist — @faeriieblush

[emmyrosee]

@bontensh0e YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND

———

“Wait, why is this guy fine as hell?”

Leaning against the island in the kitchen, just a few feet away from Keiji eating happily at the table, you see a head instantly shoot up from reading his book, to starting at your skull.

He doesn’t say anything. He merely watches.

You sink your teeth into your lip with a small blush, moving the shirt collar up to cover the lower part of your face, “Gods really like him, apparently.”

Once again, Keiji says nothing. You wonder, briefly, if he stopped caring, with the roll of his eyes you love so much, but when you let your gaze flick back over to him, he’s still staring. Blinking unamused, and watching intently from behind his glasses.

“I wish I could be that hot,” you sigh dramatically.

“You are hot,” he scoffs, standing up and cleaning up the small setting he made for breakfast. There’s an annoyance laced in his voice, one you’d miss the jealousy in if you don’t know him well enough. “Besides, who cares how someone online looks? It’s almost all editing anyways. You’re thriving naturally.”

You flash him a coy smile, “I wish I could agree, but…” you sigh as he starts to make his way over. “This guy is just so hot.”

“It better be one of the Miya’s,” he mutters, and you let out a string of laughter as you duck your phone away, just before he leans in for a look. His nostril flare and his eyes bulge subtly, but he takes a deep breath in and places his mug in the sink to wash it. “You know I don’t mind you admiring others- but it’s 7 in the morning. Too early for such feral descriptions.”

“Would you rather me admire you at 7 in the morning?” You coo.

He finally cracks a smile and a small laugh, “I always want you to admire me.” You hum and slowly make your way over to the sink, turning your phone towards you both. He looks at your screen once, then looks again when he realizes it’s him in your recording camera, hair ruffled and glasses low on his nose, an Ocarina Of Time shirt that you bought him years ago hanging from his torso.

His cheeks burst in an absolute flush, teeth sinking into his lip shyly as he continues to wash the cup. It was clean forty seconds ago; now he just doesn’t want to look at you.

“You’re fine as hell, Keiji,” you hum, planting a kiss to his scarlet cheek.

“Shut up, you ass,” he grumbles around the unbudging smile.

[keijism]

HAIKYUU!! + "REVERSE COMFORT"

warnings- mentions of insecurity, EXTREMELY brief mention of alcohol, anxiety, stress & family issues in kuroo's drabble, a lot of fluff and a lot of angst

includes- keiji akaashi, hinata shoyo, kuroo tetsuro, with a gender neutral reader (no pronouns explicitly used)

# | kuroo had always taken it upon himself to be independent. his parents weren't ever someone who he'd been able to count on, you knew that more than anyone else. there'd been multiple times in which they'd let him down ,the missed family get-togethers,failing to turn up to kuroo's graduation because of work...

the absolute cherry topping it all off was the time they'd failed to turn up your wedding on time and had strolled in half-way with a cheap bottle of corner-store booze, acting as if they'd not been in the wrong at all.

they were always the people who had always played an almost ceremonial role in kuroo's life , rather than people he could trust with all the highs and lows, someone he could celebrate the positives and the negatives with.

and he couldn't say he'd ever cared about it.

if there's one thing that the lack of childhood taught him, it was that you had to fend for yourself.

yet there'd always been a part of him that felt as though they were never there to serve the purpose as his very own mother and father, and it'd taken something away from him...

a loving home of his own.

it was tough for a child , when you couldn't process the lack of attention you were given, but as an adult, you could sense everything. you understood every little jab and insult thrown at you.

and you suppose that's what hurt him the most.

it was supposed to be a small dinner. a peaceful friday evening with your in - laws had turned into a huge fight in which your husband had walked out with tears streaming down his face. they'd been insensitive, as always and kuroo was good at dealing with things like that, but after a demanding day at work and stress having him worked up... their words had finally gotten to him.

you sat with him in the car your in law's driveway, as he let it all out every single wave of disappointment and hurt he'd buried for so long. you drove the two of you home in silence, parking in your garage, before you finally turned to your husband.

he was really a sight to see.

dishevelled hair, previously ironed- now crinkled clothes and sweet watery eyes that held the remnants of his sorely wounded heart.

"oh sweetheart, c'mere ".

you heard him let out a choked sob before collapsing into your chest, his warm tears stained through the soft material of your blouse as you combed your hands through his hair. "it's okay tetsu, i've got you."

you knew he couldn't answer right now but you understood everything you needed to in the way his grip tightened against your torso. it was kuroo's own silent way of saying thank you.

his way of saying thank you for just being there.

--

!! | keiji had a habit of pushing himself and draining himself to exhaustion, ever since high school.

he was always striving to be the very best, in everything… he wanted to be the very best, even if that meant denying himself of everything he wanted. akaashi had never been someone who acknowledged himself as successful,  being just one of the best wasn’t good enough for him. if he wasn't number one, what was the point?

it had always hit him hard. the stress, the upcoming deadlines… he wanted to be good enough…he was more than enough yet he never saw himself that way, the pent up anger and the frustration that he had built up over the years morphed into hurt… it all came pouring out at once, the years of bottled up emotions had finally burst.

the tears came almost naturally, rushing down his flushed cheeks, blotching the ink on the sheets of painfully so, still unfinished work in front of him, what started as sniffles erupted into painful rattling sobs that came from deep inside him… walking into the study to tell keiji to come to bed, you witnessed the most unlikely circumstance you could find your boyfriend in..

he was never the emotional one , he was more the stable foundation, a rather stoic (yet ever so caring) personality, always prioritising you before himself but now... just the sight of him made your heart ache.

how long had he been hiding this?

you wrapped your arms around him. allowing him to cry into your chest, reducing his panic a little, his warm tears dampening your shirt.

he needed this.

he needed to let it all out, to let the emotions that had been troubling him to just leave.

just you staying with him calmed him down.

the faint fragrance of your body spray on your skin, your soothing coos of comfort… the warmth of your body next to him. you smiled softly, "you'll always be my no.1 , keiji.. i just wish you knew that". you muttered quietly into his hair as his tears ebbed into small hiccups that caught in his throat. you doubted he had heard it over his sniffles, but when you felt his arms tighten around your torso and his soft smile against your bare abdomen... you knew had . and you'll say it hundreds of times again.

if it meant that he'd finally believe it.

--

% | hinata had always been quite good at keeping his morale up, one way or another he lifted himself up from the lowest of lows and kept going. recently he really didn’t feel up to it… sometimes things just get, well… overwhelming.

things that people comment online, the constant pressure to be outstandingly good in every match. he couldn’t handle it, being in the limelight had always appealing to him but sometimes even stars need a little break…

crying in the club’s locker room was never top of the to do list for shoyo that day, but after a particularly demanding day with a painful defeat at the end to top it all off, he couldn’t help but let himself go.

he was never a pretty crier.. his nose always went runny and the tips of his ear and his nose turned a bright red…  and you could always tell when he was upset. he had expressive eyes that reflected almost any emotion he felt.

hearing the club door open he composed himself a little, and he couldn't help but feel pleasantly surprised when you walked in.

your soft voice and words of comfort made his heart swell with love .. how did he deserve you? nestling his head into your neck he pulled you down onto his lap, re-assuring you that he was completely fine, with you kissing his tears away, your soft breath lapping over his eye lids... he felt safe. as if the storm that was brewing had just suddenly turned into wisps of cloud.

having tough days may be horrible but you and your words of encouragement were always there for him to bring him up when he couldn’t do it himself. 

[kyopmi]

♡ — good morning :-)

akaashi keiji x gn!reader

nothing but fluff and hilarity in the akaashi household on one fine morning, 1.3k words

mornings like today have been far and few between lately — a rare, peaceful start to your and akaashi keiji's day where neither of you have any work scheduled for the entire day, where you can fully bask in each other's presence without handfuls of deadlines or dreaded morning commute chasing after you.

and heaven knows no one deserves this more than akaashi. 

after having to work overtime for almost the entirety of the past two weeks, akaashi is looking forward to being woken up not by his alarm, but by the gentle sunlight that filters through the curtains of your room, along with the familiarity of your warmth tucked comfortably into his side, and he can pull you into his arms and the two of you can cuddle under the sheets for the whole day (or at least, until one of you gets hungry). he wants it so bad that he’s pretty sure he had dreamed about it last night, though there was also something about bokuto flying on a giant pink bunny in his dream...

unfortunately, his fairytale fantasy is cut short when he actually wakes up to find your side of the bed empty, with most of the sheets covering him up to his chin.

disgruntled, akaashi immediately sits up in bed and fights back a yawn, eyes half-squinting as he looks around your shared bedroom. 

no sight of you anywhere.

a few seconds later, his other senses start to wake up with him and a delicious smell wafts into the room, along with a quiet sizzling noise coming from the kitchen down the hall. the overworked editor is immediately on his feet, walking towards you and leaving the bed unmade because he’s sure it won’t be long before the two of you will be messing it up again.

he has to admit, the sight that greets him upon entering the kitchen is probably just as amazing as waking up next to you. your back is facing him as you busy yourself on the stove, the cute owl-print apron tied over his oversized shirt that hangs loosely on your shoulders, giving him a peek at your bare legs, and your look is completed by a pair of fluffy, pink bunny slippers on your feet. the scruffy brown dog the two of you had adopted several months ago sits patiently on the floor next to you, her tail wagging hopefully as she looks up at you in hopes of getting any scraps of food.

your dog - appropriately named choco - is the one who gives akaashi’s position away, as your furry friend senses his presence and turns back to look at him, giving an enthusiastic woof! that catches your attention.

“oh- keiji! you’re awake!” you exclaim in surprise, though you don’t look too happy. 

akaashi can’t help the smile growing on his face, stepping closer towards you and snaking his arms around your figure before leaning in and planting a soft kiss on the small pout on your lips. “good morning to you, too, love,” he murmurs, a teasing lilt in his voice as he presses another quick kiss to your forehead. “sorry, am i not supposed to be awake?”

“well, no,” you shake your head. “you’re supposed to be sleeping in on your day off, and then me and choco were supposed to surprise you with breakfast in bed.”

his melodic laugh fills the room and your heart swoons, feeling like it’s been far too long since you’ve heard it.

“well, my apologies for ruining your plans,” akaashi says, “but i think the sooner i get to see you, the better.”

you feel your cheeks warm at his declaration. “you always have a way with your words, huh?” you mutter under your breath, closing the gap between you and akaashi as you hide your face in his chest.

you can’t see it, but there’s a dopey grin on your husband’s face now, trying his best to bite back a laugh at your antics. choco looks up at the two of you curiously.

much too soon for your liking, the two of you pull away from each other and easily ease into a comfortable rhythm around the kitchen, with you finishing up the cooking while akaashi grabs two plates and some cutleries to set on the table. 

“anything else i can help with, darling?” akaashi asks.

“hm, i’m almost done here. you can put the kettle on for some tea, if you’d like,” you suggest, to which he hums in acknowledgement.

there’s a content silence that falls between you, the only sound coming from the shuffling around the kitchen with choco padding along behind akaashi as he moves around. he dutifully does as he’s told, pulling out a pair of matching teacups and saucers from the cupboard along with your favorite blend of tea leaves as he waits for the water to heat up. next, he reaches for the jar of honey on the counter and the bottle of milk in the fridge. 

“the new brand of milk you bought tastes great, by the way. i’ve been having it in my tea and coffee all week,” akaashi comments as he pours the hot water over the tea leaves, allowing it to steep. “we’re almost out, though.”

at his statement, your brows furrow in confusion. “i didn’t get a new brand of milk, keiji,” you reply, confusion evident in your voice as you turn to look at him.

akaashi is just as confused, raising the bottle he had retrieved from the fridge to show you. “what do you mean? here it is.”

indeed, he’s holding a bottle of milk in his hand, but the realization soon dawns on you, making you gasp and clap your hand over your mouth.

“keiji!” you squeak, “that’s goat milk. for dogs. that’s choco’s milk!”

“what?” 

you have to hold back a giggle as you quickly scurry towards him. “look, it says here,” you point towards the label at the front of the bottle. 

sure enough, when akaashi further inspects the bottle, there’s a print that says “goat milk” under the brand name and right under that — “for dogs”. he can’t believe he had missed it during the many times he had pulled it out of the fridge and tipped its contents into his mug. then again, he may have been half-asleep the past few mornings while he was concocting his overly-caffeinated beverages, only noting that he feels much more awake after he’s had several gulps of it.

you’re full on laughing now, partly at the absurdity of the situation and partly at the look of gobsmacked disbelief on your husband’s face.

“don’t worry, kei,” you reassure between giggles, “it’s made from all human-grade ingredients. you should be fine.”

akaashi definitely feels much better at your words, though now he can feel a blush creeping up the tips of his ears. “that’s a relief,” he sighs, setting the bottle of milk back at the table. “for a second, you had me worried i’ll be growing a shiny fur coat of my own.”

you snort at his joke. “well, if that happens, i hope you’ll get used to sleeping in the living room with choco,” you tease. at the mention of her name, choco yips again in excitement. “see — she’s already agreeing.”

before you can say another word, akaashi swiftly wraps an arm around your middle and pulls you flush against him, eliciting a surprised yelp out of you.

“hm, you sure you want that, darling?” he hums, almost a whisper, deliciously close to your ear and sending a pleasant tingle down your spine. “and speaking of sleeping,” he continues, “i think the two of us can do a little more sleeping of our own after breakfast.

can’t let the bed get too cold, after all.”

[tojicity]

💌: A-Z NSFW ALPHABET ; akaashi keiji ♡

MINORS DNI !!! or i will block you !!!

warnings: sex, cum, kinks, mirrorsex, missionary, riding, orgasm, masturbation, oral, toys,.. not proofread

a/n: my sweet loverboy keiji i need and luv him </33

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

akaashi usually has a water and a towel prepared in advance, but if not, he’ll go get it afterwards immediately.

he adapts to his partners needs easily; if you want to cuddle, he will. if you want to have pillowtalk, he’ll gladly listen. if you want a warm bath, he’ll go run one for you and join you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

on you, he loves your thighs, collarbones and neck. on himself, he appreciates his bone structure and his height. (though you try to convince him he has the most beautiful hands, he doesn’t see the appeal)

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

akaashi loves the intimacy of cumming inside of you. also likes pulling out and cumming on your thighs. but if you have a preference, he will cum wherever you want him to.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he’d love it if you just straddled his lap while he was working and teased him, getting him all worked up and then ride him. or if you sucked his dick under the desk while he has to try and focus on his work.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

he has had a few partners, but nothing too extravagant. he knows every body is different, though, and is a fast learner.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

the classic missionary; he loves being able to see your face, your chest and being able to kiss you.

he also loves it when you ride him, cowgirl or reverse cowgirl, when you set the pace you prefer and get off on him. if you get tired though, he will help you out by tightening his grip on your waist and snapping his hips into you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

he’s not very goofy, but if he feels that you’re tense or feeling a little shy, he will make some light jokes and try lighten the mood.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they?)

he keeps it very well trimmed but not completely shaved, unless you want him to. on you he doesn’t care, whatever you prefer.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

intimacy is very important for akaashi and he wont get intimate with someone unless he fully trusts and loves them. always makes you feel loved and cherished during intercourse by holding your hands, kissing you and whispering praise.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

honestly, doesn’t have much time for it. maybe once a week, when it’s been a few tiring and stressful days. will grip the sheets or bite into the back of his hand to not make any sounds while he teases himself with slow strokes.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

he loves it when you wear lingerie. for everyday stuff, he loves when you depend on him and ask him for help as it makes him feel proud and needed, and that goes for his kinks as well. he loves it when you whimper and beg for him to make you feel good, especially when you have tears rolling down your cheeks from the pleasure.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

akaashi prefers the comfort of the bed the most. he also likes it in the shower, when you’re both already naked and wet, plus it’s easy to clean up, as well as on his desk at home.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

gets turned on when he sees your bra straps. when your thighs touch. when you ask for his help for simple things like reach or open something for you. also when you kiss him on his sensitive spot beneath his ear.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

anything including food. too degrading. hurting you. outdoors, too risky, or sharing you with someone.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

akaashi enjoys going down on you, and is skilled at it. he also likes to use his fingers to help, he could spend hours between your legs. he wont turn down a blowjob, but he prefers giving much more. holds your hair when you suck his dick, but doesn’t thrust into your mouth. unless on accident when the pleasure is overwhelming and his hips buckle.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough?)

he likes to go slow and sensual, since he lasts way longer like this. it makes sex feel more special for him, and he likes the intimacy of it. he will go faster and rougher toward the end, or if you ask him to.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

doesn’t like them, since he wants to take his time with you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

not into anything risky, and doesn’t like being teased in public.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

when he goes slow like he wants to, he will make himself last up to an hour and make you cum multiple times. if you want him to be rougher and faster you’ll both cum quicker but harder. if you want another round, he’ll eat you out or finger you while regaining energy.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he’d like to use some on you if you’re okay with it. doesn’t love them on himself, but if you want to, he might let you with enough trust.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

akaashi can sometimes be a little tease. if you’re too shy to voice what you want, he’ll make you tell him. but he doesn’t go overboard with it, and doesn’t like being teased too much either.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he tries to be quiet, he can be a little self conscious of the sounds he makes. but he lets quiet and breathy moans slip out along with some praise for you.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

akaashi would love to fuck you in front of a mirror and make you watch. he’d praise your insecurities and not let you take your eyes off of you until you repeat his words to him, fucking his loving words into you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

he’s fairly average, maybe an inch- or two above average. has nice girth which stretches you open nicely.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

his sex drive is pretty mild. he doesn’t feel the need to have sex everyday, but he also wouldn’t wanna go too long without it. he’d adjust to whenever you like.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

akaashi likes to wait until you have fallen asleep. though if you play with his hair or hands softly in the dim light while having pillowtalk he might doze off, even if he tries not to.

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[strawberrykake]

Take Your Time 🌙 *ੈ✩‧₊˚

notes: requested, reader has insomnia. listened to this cover of stuck with you while writing this <3 imagine being sickly in love hah!!

[ fem!reader x ] : atsumu, oikawa, akaashi

❖ Atsumu *ੈ✩‧₊˚

He would wake from the empty bed

worry takes over his sleepy eyes

already knows the reason as he walks around the house to search for you

Large arms engulf you from behind after you'd just taken a sip of cool water. The glass leaves a wet ring on the kitchen counter. Usually, Atsumu would slip a coaster beneath the cup, but his focus was on you at the moment.

"Sorry," you murmur as he places a kiss on your shoulder.

"Didn't I said ya didn't have to apologize? Ever." Tsumu recounts the first time you apologized for waking him up. He made a promise to himself to chase all your nightmares away.

"Oh. Sor-" you stop yourself, catching on to what you were about to say. Tsumu chuckles before placing another kiss on your cheek. His hands grip your waist, turning you around to face him.

That's when you notice his lazy, yet charming smile that you fell for. His auburn eyes flicker from your lips to your own shimmering orbs. "Wanna watch a movie or somethin'?" he whispers.

Laying in his lap while watching a random film on netflix was always effective in getting you back to sleep. But this time, you were okay with just being in his arms.

"We can just go back to bed, babe." You reach up to kiss his lips.

"Ya sure, angel?" His arms are still wrapped around you, eyebrows scrunching with concern. You give him a reassuring smile and nod, not realizing the effect of your smile on this lovesick athlete.

Atsumu leans in to press a deeper kiss to you. He presses his palm on the back of your neck to urge you closer. You let out a satisfied sigh before he pulls away, leaning his forehead against yours. "Alright, then. Shall we?"

A small giggle escapes you when he swiftly picks you up bridal-style and makes your way into the bedroom. Your nightmares long gone as your thoughts are only filled with him. <3

❖ Oikawa *ੈ✩‧₊˚

Notices immediately when you’re awake

Because you must’ve moved away from his arms as you tried to find a comfortable position to sleep in

He'll start a conversation with you

stays up with you

"Having some trouble, babe?" You were hoping that Oikawa wouldn't be stirred awake from your constant tossing and turning.

"Mhm," you admit guiltily. Though, you had no reason to be guilty. If it weren't for the nightmare, you'd be sound asleep right now.

"Wanna talk about it?" The professional setter’s voice is laced with sleep and his lids are heavy but he’s ready to listen to anything you’ll say. Your troubles were his.

You hesitate for a moment. “It’s alright.”

Not wanting to push you, he nods before reaching his arms to you. “Okay then, come back here. I miss you already.” He says with a more cheerful tone, despite speaking in a low whisper due to just waking up.

You giggle as he tickles your neck with an absurd amount of kisses. “I got you, pretty girl.” He murmurs on your skin.

After a few minutes, Oikawa breaks the comforting silence. “Still awake?” It amazes you how much he could read you like a book. While wondering what gave you away, he brushes a bunch of your hair away from your face, revealing your blushing cheeks and fluttering lashes. Features of you that never fails to make his heart clench.

“I can’t sleep,” you admit, biting your lip. Oikawa slides his thumb against your bottom lip, pulling it from your teeth.

“It’s okay, baby. Take your time. We can stay up until you feel comfortable enough to sleep.” You feel his thumb lift to your cheeks, rubbing along the skin. A smirk appears on his lips. “How about we talk about how well I did yesterday? Mind repeating your words?” He recalls the last game where he landed countless power serves and controlled sets. Right after, you had jumped on him, telling him how ‘cool and sexy’ he looked on court. You couldn’t believe the talented setter was your boyfriend.

“Hmm. ‘Sexy’? Was it? And ‘cool’?” Oikawa grins. “Mind elaborating on that, pretty?”

“And annoying,” you add with a tongue poking against your cheek. He rolls his eyes, still grinning. “I still love you, Tooru.”

He pulls you in tighter. “Ahh, y/n…I love you. So fckn much.” He spends the next few moments pouring out his heart and love for you, reminiscent of the day he first confessed to you. It took him a couple minutes to realize that you’re already dozing off and he’s been talking to himself.

The one time he doesn’t catch on. A look of adoration fills his expression before he nuzzles his chin above your head and falling into a deep slumber himself.

❖ Akaashi *ੈ✩‧₊˚

so incredibly doting!! it's sick!!

rubbing your skin soothingly

holding you in his lap

soft headpats

“Those dreams again, huh?” Akaashi had been awake, working on his writing. He noticed you mumbling in your sleep, fingers and nose twitching in discomfort. A habit you picked up since you started having nightmares.

Before he could get a chance to gently shake you awake, your eyes flutter open, brows furrowed. Hearing his voice, you peer up at Akaashi with his back leaning against the bed frame. The only thing filling the silence that follows is the ongoing rain drops of rain pattering against the glass window.

After tearing off his glasses, he places his laptop aside, maneuvering himself to your side and laying his head against the soft pillow. You could almost read each other’s mind through facial expressions as you face each other.

“Don’t worry. I’m here, baby.” he says when he sees the pained look on your face. “Relax.” A kiss is pressed on top of your head as a sign of reassurance. You feel his hands rubbing along your back and then massaging at your waist.

You definitely calmed down a little from his intimate actions. It’s like his fingers were imbued with magical healing powers. Sometimes you wonder if he was a guardian angel sent from the heavens to make your life easier.

“Want water or anything?” Akaashi checks the temperature on your forehead just in case.

Phew, no fever. Akaashi thinks.

“Sure, I think that’ll help.” The urge to sleep slowly seeps away from your body as you sit up, ready to leave the bed, but your boyfriend stops you.

“It’s okay, love. I got it for you.” Before you could protest, he hops off the mattress and leaves the room. It doesn’t take a while for him to enter again with a glass. You mutter a ‘thank you’ before downing the drink and leaving the empty glass on the nightstand.

“Let me know what else you need. I’ll be here. Okay?” He returns to his original seat on the bed, pulling you into his lap this time.

One side of your cheek squishes against his fabric-covered thigh as you respond “Okay.” With a light-hearted chuckle, he presses a kiss onto your exposed cheek, moving all the strands of hair in the way.

From the way he looks at you, one can tell that this man would move mountains for you. (He would) And if getting rid of your nightmares is his duty, he will do his best to fulfill it.

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you had always had naturally low body temperatures.

so naturally, you hated the cold that made you colder than you already were.

one day, you two decided to go for a cafe date, and akaashi couldn't help but let out a small chuckle when he saw your outfit.

you were bundled up in a hat and a long sleeve followed by a sweatshirt, his much larger hoodie, a thin fall-weather jacket, and a big, long winter coat. on the bottom half, you wore leggings layered with sweatpants and uggs. you looked like a snowman.

not even a minute after the two of you started walking to your local cafe, you were shivering, a very grumpy frown prominent on your face.

"it's cold." you complained, the frown not leaving your features.

"love, i think that you wore every item in your wardrobe." he teased with a gentle smile.

your frown deepened. "but it's still cold. and my hands are cold. i lost my gloves last year who knows where. i need to buy new ones."

wordlessly, he took your hand and interlocked it with his own before putting both in the pocket of his trench coat.

you hoped that he would just assume that the red on your ears and face were from the cold, nothing more.