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#akaashi blurb
naturallykenma · 2 years
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when you’re anxious (various haikyuu)
a/n: inspired by me cause i’ve been so anxious lately and couldn’t bring myself to finish the touch prompts just yet! pls leave feedback/reblog/hmu <3
warnings: descriptions of anxiety &anxiety symptoms, nudity (but not nsfw, just a bath in tsukishima’s), mentions/descriptions of food/not eating/loss of appetite in sugawara’s 
featuring: timeskip akaashi, tsukishima, sugawara, & osamu 
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✰akaashi
akaashi was next to you sleeping peacefully, while you were tossing and turning. you sighed quietly, frustrated that you couldn’t sleep despite the fact that you were tired. the more you laid in bed, the more anxiety provoking thoughts that entered your mind, making it even harder to fall asleep. 
you felt tears fill your eyes and you quickly blinked them away, not wanting to cry or wake up your boyfriend. however, the more anxious you got, the more tears built up until you felt you couldn’t stay in bed, quickly and quietly getting up to go to the bathroom and let yourself cry. 
as soon as the bathroom door was shut, you let the tears from your eyes fall, pushing your face into your arms to try and muffle the sounds of your sobs. you were so caught up in your mind and trying to get your crying to stop, you didn’t notice akaashi had gotten out of bed until you heard the rattle of the door knob, signaling he was trying to get in. 
“y/n? honey, you okay?” he asked gently from the other side of the door. 
“yeah.” you sniffled, wiping your eyes. “‘m okay.” 
“can you let me in sweetheart?” he asked once again, letting you know he wasn’t just going to go back to sleep. 
you opened the door, still wiping your eyes and nose. you knew you weren’t exactly trying to hide anything, but you hoped in his state of tiredness he didn’t take notice of your state. “sorry, did you need to use the bathroom-” 
“honey, you were crying. what’s wrong?” he interrupted, gently pulling you into his arms and rubbing his hand slowly up and down your back. 
knowing you couldn’t hide anything from akaashi, you let out a shaky sigh. “i don’t know. i’m just really anxious and i can’t sleep and i’m getting stressed-” you cut yourself off, getting worked up again. 
“shh, shh, it’s okay, honey. let’s move to the bed, yeah?” he whispered, guiding you slowly to the bed and lying down with you on his chest. “you wanna talk about it at all?” 
you shrugged, feeling yourself relax as he drew shapes on your back softly. 
“okay, baby. just know i’m here if you do, alright?” he told you, making you nod gratefully. “you want to put on your sleep playlist? think that would help?” 
“only if it wouldn’t disrupt you. i can go out to the couch if it’ll be disruptive to you.” you mumbled as akaashi grabbed his phone. 
“babe we made the playlist together.” he chuckled. “i’m happy to put it on.” 
“thank you, love you.” you mumbled, closing your eyes and letting the music and your boyfriend relax you. 
“and i love you, sweetheart. get some rest.” 
✰tsukishima 
you were sitting in your apartment, staring at your computer. it seemed like you were frozen, your eyes unable to move from the screen that lined up the amount of assignments you had due in the next week. it seemed like there was so much and you had so little time that you just felt overwhelmed. 
the more you stared at it, the more anxious you got, feeling your breathing pick up and tears fill your eyes. 
it was this state that tsukishima saw you in when he entered your shared apartment. 
“have you moved since when i went to class?” he joked, his eyes widening when you turned to him with tears in your eyes. “shit, i’m sorry, what’s wrong?” 
you opened your mouth, but nothing came out. he crouched down to be eye level with you in your chair. his own eyes glanced to your computer, almost instantly putting together what was going on. 
“is everything saved?” he asked, his thumb rubbing over the back of your hand as you nodded. “alright, we’re gonna close your computer, okay? no more work for today.” 
“i need to do work. i need to finish everything-” you mumbled, but being cut off by your boyfriend shaking his head. 
“i saw your deadlines. you don’t need to do any more work tonight.” he told you softly. “i’m gonna run you a bath, ‘kay?” 
“‘mkay.” you responded quietly, something tsukishima hated. you were so bubbly and talkative most of the time and tsukishima hated seeing you so down and stressed. 
“come with me?” he stood up and held out his hand, leading you gently to the bathroom when you placed your hand in his. you sat on the edge of the tub while he started the water, and putting in some bubble bath as well. 
when it was done, he stood up, standing there awkwardly. “well, uh, bath is ready so i’ll, go. feel better.” 
“wait.” you said quietly. “stay?” 
“you want me to stay?” he asked, making you nod.  “uh, okay. i can stay.” 
the two of you took off your clothes and got into the bath, tsukishima sitting behind you so you could rest your head on his chest. his arm rested around your waist gently, your fingers playing with his gently. 
“how was your day?” you asked, glancing up at him. 
“fine. pretty boring. practiced some volleyball.” he responded. 
“could tell. you were a little sweaty when you came in.” you smiled, making him roll his eyes. 
“shut up.” he muttered. “how’re you feeling?” 
“not as anxious or stressed as before, thanks kei.” you told him.
“that’s good.” he replied, before continuing in a teasing tone. “imagine getting anxious.” 
“imagine being a simp for your significant other.” you teased. 
“i’ll leave.” he joked, moving like he would be getting up. 
“no.” you pouted, grabbing his arm. “stay.” 
“that’s what i thought.” he smiled, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “love you. i guess.” 
“i love you too.” 
✰sugawara
sugawara sat across from you at the table, watching with concern as you moved your food around but never actually ate any of it. 
“baby?” he asked softly, making you peek at him. “you okay? you’ve barely eaten.” 
“‘m okay. just not hungry.” you responded. 
“you were starving while i was making dinner.” he gently reminded you. “what’s going on, hm?” 
“i don’t know. just a little anxious i guess. kinda took away my appetite.” you replied, a frown forming on sugawara’s face. 
“what’re you anxious about, my love?” he asked, reaching his hand across the table for yours, smiling when you slipped your hand in his. 
“everything. i don’t know.” you muttered, closing your eyes. “sorry.” 
“don’t apologize, my love. i know you’re anxious but can you try to eat something for me? you haven’t had anything to eat since lunch so you should get something in your system.” he told you, smiling once again when you nodded. “thanks, baby.” 
the two of you made small talk while you ate, until you had finished. 
“let’s just clean up tomorrow, baby. lemme take care of you tonight.” sugawara told you, making you smile. “how are you feeling?”
“i don’t know. still anxious.” you replied. 
“well, let me make some tea,” he started, moving to turn on the kettle. “and then i’ll join you in bed and read to you. sound good?”
“sounds good.” you smiled as he pressed a kiss to your head. 
“good. now go to bed, baby. i’ll be there soon.” he instructed, sending you off to your bedroom. 
you got cozy in bed, only waiting a few minutes before sugawara returned with two cups of tea, placing them on his nightstand and handing one to you and getting into bed with you, pulling you into his chest. 
he brought the first book he found on his way into the room, opening it and reading to you softly as you sipped your tea. he kept going, until he noticed your eyes were drooping. 
he closed the book, placed your empty mug on the nightstand, turned off the lights, and pressed a kiss to your head before muttering a “goodnight, baby,” and allowing sleep to take over him as well. 
✰osamu 
you stared at your email, the offer letter for a new job almost mocking you. it was your dream job, something you were hoping would happen. but now that it was happening, you didn’t know how to feel. you were excited, yes, but it was a huge change. and that scared you. 
osamu emerged from the bedroom, having just dried off from a shower. “is that the letter?” 
you nodded. 
“well, what does it say, baby?” he asked. 
“i got the job.” you replied, osamu’s face lighting up. 
“that’s great, baby! i knew you’d get it!” he cheered. “you happy?” 
“yeah.” you whispered, your voice cracking. osamu caught on to this, however, and frowned. 
“what’s wrong, baby?” he asked quietly, crouching down next to where you were sitting. 
“the change is making me anxious.” you cried, tears falling from your eyes. “i’m happy but i’m really scared of the change.” 
“oh honey,” he sighed, standing up and bringing you to his chest. “it’s okay, angel, you’ll be okay. take some deep breaths for me, hm?” 
he took deep breaths for you to mimic, smiling when you did. “there ya go, good job.” 
he wiped your eyes with his thumbs, smiling again when you looked up at him. “there ya are. hi baby.” 
“hi.” you whispered. 
“how’re ya feeling?”
you shrugged. “i don’t know what to decide.” 
“well then you don’t have to decide right now. give it the weekend, alright?” osamu told you, holding you close to him. 
“okay.” you sighed, breathing him in. 
“in the meantime, i’m gonna make a celebratory dinner! my baby deserves a night nice for their accomplishment!”
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oh-ranpo · 1 year
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if heaven is anywhere
☾ - pairing: akaashi keiji x reader ☾ - word count: 923 ☾ - summary: after sneaking out of bokuto’s reunion party, akaashi finds you admiring the view. 
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“You’re warm.”
Akaashi’s voice was soft as he slipped his arms under the jacket you were wearing - the one that he had given to you earlier in the night - and he pulled you back against his chest. He had easily found you alone, outside on the balcony, and you couldn’t help the smile that turned up your lips at his presence.
“You can have the jacket back if you want,” you offered, though you knew that it was in vain.
As expected, he shook his head.
“No. This is perfect.”
With his chin resting on your shoulder, Akaashi fell silent as his gaze fixed on the view in front of him. It was peaceful watching the twinkling city lights at night, the sounds of the party taking place inside a dull background noise to an otherwise tranquil night.
For a while, the two of just stood there together, neither of you feeling it necessary to break the otherwise comfortable silence. You leaned back so that your head was resting against his collarbone, and a content sight slipped from your lips. As much as you loved hanging out with your friends, you lived for moments like this. Just the two of you - completely alone and unbothered.
Though, you knew that it would be selfish of you to keep him all to yourself when this was meant to be a reunion of sorts, spurring the next few words from your mouth.
“Bokuto is probably looking for you.” A light chuckle sounded from behind you in response.
“If anyone knows where I am right now, it’s Bokuto.” Akaashi’s nose nuzzled into your neck as he spoke, and you knew that he had no intentions of heading back inside without you. A shiver slid down your spine, not from the cold, but from the feeling of his lips brushing across the junction of skin that connected your neck and shoulder. A weak spot that he was all too familiar with.
The kisses continued as your hand lifted to rest on top of his where it had settled against your clothed stomach, and you tilted your head just enough to give him more space. He took this as your consent to do more, and you hissed softly as his teeth grazed against your skin before his tongue was soothing the quick bite.
He was intoxicating in every way. There was no alcohol in the world that got you drunk quite like Akaashi Keiji did, and when you turned your head to look at him, his lips were quick to move from your neck to your lips, earning another pleased hum as it bubbled up in your throat.
Despite the fervor with which he kissed you, he wasn’t exactly in a hurry. He loved to savor you as your lips melded together, his tongue gently swiping against your lower lip before you opened up to let him in. The way your body reacted to his was a dance that he had long since memorized, and you knew that he was cognizant of all the different ways he could turn you to jelly in his hands.
When his hands moved from your stomach down to slip under your shirt, you jumped, causing a small smile to turn up his lips, interrupting the kiss.
“Your hands are freezing,” you groaned as you spun in his arms so that you no longer had your back pressed to his chest and his hands were now resting on the skin of your lower back.
“Sorry,” he murmured before leaning down and capturing your lips once more. You had a feeling that he really wasn’t sorry at all, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care when he was kissing you the way he was now.
Akaashi pulled you closer as his hands slipped to your sides, his fingers squeezing gently before slowly blazing a trail further upwards. The two of you had now completely forgotten about the party going on behind you as your fingers threaded through his hair and your tongue brushed against his, causing low moans to sound from both of you.
It was easy to get caught up in these types of moments with him. It was easy to forget the world around you when the most important part of it was standing right in front of you. Even after all these years, he still had the same effect on you as that very first day back in high school. You were smitten and you wouldn’t change a thing.
You were so distracted by the well of feelings burning inside of you that you barely even realized that you were being moved towards one of the deck chairs, and it wasn’t until you were precariously situated in Akaashi’s lap that you were finally brought back to the reality of your situation.
“Not ready to give up the view just yet, eh?” You teased, as your eyes flickered back over your shoulders to the night sky.  Only, a strong hand gently cupped your chin and turned your head right back to face the man that occupied so much of your time and thoughts.
“This view is by far the best one.” You knew that he wasn’t talking about the lights, and you felt heat scorch through your veins as you leaned in and kissed him again.
“I love you, Keiji,” you breathed against his lips as his hands slid across your curves. Another small smile formed across his mouth as he nudged your nose with his own.
“I love you too.”
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kinokomoonshine · 10 months
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Theres two types:
The ones that will carry you and your high heels when your feet hurt everywhere you need to
- Steve Harrington, Akaashi Keiji, Kuroo Tetsurou, Bucky Barnes, Dick Grayson, Derek Hale, Osamu Miya, Remus Lupin, Elijah Mikealson
And the ones who will swap shoes with you and definitely struggle and fall on their face many times while trying to walk in heels, each time they fall/almost fall let a frustrated "fucking heels"
-Eddie Munson, Bokuto Koutaro, Kuroo Testuro, JJ Maybank, Sirius Black, Suna Rintaro, George and Fred Weasly, Carl Gallagher
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imaginethathaikyuu · 6 months
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akaashi keiji, fem reader, NSFW 18+ wc: 438
“use your words.” 
he’d whispered that sentence too many times to keep count, and it stayed grating. 
“keiji.” it was a struggle to speak. “you - you know what i want.” 
“i don’t,” he said, and it was a taunt. “how will i know if you won’t say it?” 
you pulled him closer by the collar of his shirt and he toppled over you, landing on a kiss. 
“just touch me.”
“where?” 
“anywhere.” 
you didn’t see his smirk but you heard it. “anywhere i want?” you nodded until you felt his hand on you. 
it started at your thigh and drifted up and up until you were gasping, but that touch was fleeting. his hand pressed flat on your stomach and pushed. 
“shit, you are sensitive.” your hips weren’t stronger than his hold keeping them in their place, but they tried to buck free. “when’s the last time somebody else made you cum?” 
“i don’t know,” you said - a whine, a cry, a beg. there were tears in your eyes that would fall with time.
his touch dipped again, this time crossing the barrier of your underwear’s hem. you made a sound like a wail, and you stayed looking at each other as his fingers wandered. 
your leg hooked over his hip like you were trying to keep him in his place, and it had him pushing closer. his forearm rested by your head, his thumb traced your hairline, his nose nudged yours. 
your staggered breathing told him where to touch you; moans of his name taught him the right pace. and it was perfect. you’d never felt anything like it, and it seemed like he could tell. 
“he doesn’t touch you like this, does he?” 
you whined, shook your head. 
“you poor thing. my poor baby.” his circling fingers sped up, and it was hard to hear his words over the ringing in your ears. “it’s not hard, is it? it doesn’t even take much time to get this cunt this wet. she just needs a little attention, huh?” 
he had one goal and was doing a good job at reaching it - almost as fast as you could.
“he’s never even found your clit, has he?” you shook your head, and then he gave that very spot a pinch until you yelped and looked at him. “answer me.” 
“no.” 
“no?” 
“he’s never - never found it. keiji, please, please.” 
and he pressed his lips against yours as his fingers sped up again, touching you just how he’d learned how to, daring to make you cum in record time. 
“it’s a good thing you have me, then, right?” 
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send a request and i might write it ^_^
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angelatsumu · 2 years
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'til death do we part <3 [hq]
in which haikyu men say their vows (atsumu, tobio, keiji)
warnings: slight religious themes (atsumu), slight ooc tobio, author is projecting her own vows this is for the lovely @milkywayseastar-lord for making this simpy little writer feel heard <33 i hope this doesn't disappoint <33
m.atsumu
“y/n. You are the the freshly lit candle after a long day of errands. You are the breath of fresh air in the peak of spring. you are the spring in my step, and you are my favorite song on repeat for the rest of my days. You are the perfect serve. You are the hard-fought win after a long tournament. You are like a constant fire, burning in my chest. You’re the winds that guide sails and the trails that lead travelers back home. Your love is like the warmth of a thousand suns. You are the angel who’s come down to spare me of my suffering, to relieve me of that overwhelming nothingness there was before. You are proof that God adores me, and you are the envy of all of Hades’s might. You’re the light of my life, and without you there is no life. Giving you my last name is the comfort that you and I are together even when miles apart. Neither land nor sea can separate this name from you, nor your heart from mine. Damnation and divinity are nothing now that I’ve seen your light. I love you, Miya y/n. You are proof that God is the way, the truth, and the light.”
k. tobio
"there are many things i have not been so sure of in life. i've never been sure of where life would take me or how well i would do with volleyball. i've never been sure of my social skills or my place in the lives of others. i've neverbeen sure of what i'd eat for breakfast the next morning. i'm not even sure these words will be enough to say what i'm feeling. the only thing i've ever been truly certain of was my love for you, y/n. of all the variables in the world, our love was never an uncertainty. my love for you is as immutable as the sun rising every morning and setting every night. the change of the tides could never deter me from falling for the light in your eyes. there's nothing as world-shattering and breathtaking than the love you give. your love redeems, heals, and saves. today i vow to never abandon my post as your devotee. today, i am certain you were made for loving me."
a. keiji
"to be loved is to be truly known, and i can gladly say i am loved by you. there is nothing more addicting than basking in your love, than being seen for who i am as my truest self. your love cuts through the hard defenses of stoicism, and it shows me i am yours. i believe my task in life is to love you, and my heart has found a home in your arms. when i look at you, i am in the throws of love once more, and my mortal form aches when it is away from you. your love is like recognizing myself once again, and knowing that there is no piece of me that isn't a part of you. thank you for knowing me, and i vow to know you until my heart lays itself to rest."
these are truly awful but i am full of emotion, and i think we as a community deserve more lovestruck hq men at the altar.
i hope you all have enjoyed this sweet (and slightly unrealistic) little blurb <33
rb's are appreciated <33
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miminiac · 1 year
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Akaashi & Sugawara & Oikawa , Tendou/Semi , Drunk Baking
Semi is hanging out at the trio's apartment working on their group project for the Art History class they are all taking. Of course, working turns into drinking, which ends with all four of them rummaging through the cupboards to find ingredients for chocolate drizzled pastries. They have everything but the most essential item––chocolate. But, Semi has a plan.
"Hey darling, light of my life, the reason I wake up in the morning," Semi says into his phone when he hears Tendou answer.
"Are you drunk?"
"Psshhh, yeah a little. Do we have chocolate at home?"
"Do we have... Yes, of course there is chocolate at home," Tendou says laughing.
"Great! I am going to need you to grab it and bring it to the address I am going to text you."
"Wait, why-”
Semi hangs up the call and texts the address to the apartment.
"How looooong will he be?" Oikawa whines.
"Probably like a half hour or so"
"Can he bring us food food?" Akaashi's stomach growls as he asks.
Semi nods and writes out a second text asking Tendou to bring them food. He doesn't feel bad about it, he knows his boyfriend is just going to bring some leftovers from the restaurant he works at.
Tendou does indeed arrive a little over a half hour later with bags of food and the chocolate from their pantry. He offers to help Suga with the baking, and is allowed under the condition that he take few shots before they start. After all, you can't make a drunk baking video without everyone being drunk.
// originally posted October 22nd, 2020
another instance of tendou providing the chocolate for drunk baking is within chapter 12 of this multi chapter setters fic
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priniya · 3 months
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requests guidelines ⭐️
hello everyone! after a year (and a half?) i’ve finally got to myself to show all the things i could write for. it’s gonna be updated regularly as soon as i obsess over something new.
so . . .
i’m not sure if i’m a good person to write smut so… request if u want, but might take a long time before i post it! (i haven’t really written anything smut related so that might be bad)
please, if you request something, write a small blurb of what you’ll like to read!
i mainly write for a female reader with she/her pronouns and all that, but i’m up for gender neutral as well if you feel like it :)
i might add sth here if i think of it, but the most important part is who do i write for. bold stands for my favs, italics is like… second fav, i guess!
✩ harry potter — slytherin boys (theodore nott, mattheo riddle, lorenzo berkshire, draco malfoy + pansy parkinson and daphne greengrass), marauders (james potter, sirius black, remus lupin, regulus black, evan rosier, barty crouch jr.), golden era (harry potter, ron weasley, cedric diggory, weasley twins, ginny weasley).
✩ percy jackson — greek demigods (percy jackson, leo valdez, annabeth chase, luke castellan, grover underwood, hood brothers, clarisse la rue, piper mclean), roman demigods (frank zhang, jason grace, hazel lavasque).
✩ books — the inheritance games (jameson hawthorne, grayson hawthorne, xander hawthorne, avery kylie grambs, thea laughlin), a good girl’s guide to murder (pippa fitz-amobi, ravi singh), hockey boyfriends (nate hawkins, garret graham, john logan, dean di laurenti, john tucker, hunter davenport, henry turner, russ callaghan)
✩ miscellaneous series — jenny han universes (conrad fisher, peter kavinsky, kitty song covey, cam cameron, steven conklin, minho), criminal minds (spencer reid, aaron hotchner, jennifer jareau, derek morgan), outer banks (jj maybank, pope heyward, rafe cameron), my life with the walter boys (alex walter, cole walter, isaac garcia, kailey)
✩ anime — haikyuu (kageyama, tsukishima, osamu, atsumu, suna, oikawa, bokuto, akaashi, kuroo, kenma, semi + the rest😭).
✩ people i don’t know how to classify — zuko + sokka, steve harrington, matthew gray gubler, drew starkey, louis partridge, timothee chalamet, peter parker, nct members.
if you don’t see someone, just ask! there’s a high chance i just forgot about them xx
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emmyrosee · 1 year
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here have an akaashi blurb™️ bc I love him
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He’s been cooped up for damned hours in that room of his.
Keiji was nothing short of an aggressive worker, putting his mind and heart fully into whatever study he was currently diving into. It was something you adored, of course you did, he’s a passionate man who thrives on doing well for himself, thus being better for those around him.
But it’s two in the morning. The bed is cold, your fingers stroke longingly over his pillow, and you hear the coffee maker go again, and you feel a slight tinge of betrayal in your heart. You missed him, you needed him, and he was completely tuned out of it.
And that simply wouldn’t do. Not if you had a say.
With a sleepy sigh and a palm to your eye sockets, you stalk slowly out of the bed and into the kitchen, shielding your eyes from the stove light that’s far, far too bright. He looks devine carved in the moonlight, looking over papers again while he chews anxiously at his thumbnail. You offer him a soft ‘keiji?’ and your heart flutters as he physically relaxed at your voice.
“What’re you doing up so late?” He mumbles, tossing the packet to the side. Then, he smiles tiredly, “thought I tucked you three hours ago.”
“Not tight enough,” you sigh dramatically, heading over to him. He opens his arms to let you in an embrace, and you forgot how good he smells when his body’s warm with focus. “Need your arms around me to keep me asleep.”
He sucks in a deep, remorseful breath through his teeth, squeezing you just a tad tighter. “Shit, I know baby, I’m sorry. I’m just so into the thick of it and I’m scared to lose my mojo.”
“You’re not going to lose your mojo,” you whisper into his chest. “If anything, you’re going to get burnt out. And I’d hate to see that happen to you over something that couldn’t been gently avoided.”
He chuckles, the sound rumbling in his chest and making you smile happily. “You’re right,” he confesses. “Let me just finish this cup and I’ll come to bed.”
“No.”
“No?”
“No,” you repeat. “You’re coming to bed now.”
“But what about my coffee-“
You slip from his arms and grab the steaming cup. The smell is comforting, intoxicating, but it’s your enemy right now, and you need to show that. You open the fridge and plop it in, closing the door with a swift swat of your hand. “Congratulations. Now you have iced coffee in the morning.”
He laughs again, the sound absolutely invigorating. “Okay,” he says, watching you. “Now what?”
“Now-“ you gently grab his hand and lead him to the bedroom, ignoring his protests of ‘wait, my lights are on’ and ‘at least let me bookmark.’ You guide him to the bed and, with an easy push, shove him to the bed. “Jammies. You want shorts or sweats?”
You’re surprised when he’s compliant, letting you undress and dress him into the comfiest clothes and sprawling out on the bed. You take off his glasses and fold them to your nightstand, and with a smile, you take the hand closest to you up towards you, placing small kisses to his fingers, knuckles, nails, nipping playfully at the pads and nuzzling into the overworked, warm palms you adored beyond words. The nails on your other hand gently trace over his forearms and biceps, goosebumps raising under his skin at your ease.
“I hate having you work yourself so hard,” you whisper, almost tearing up when the hand you’re holding cups your cheek. “You’re going to get sick. You’re going to lose your mind if you keep forcing yourself. You’re going to fall out of love with the things you love most-“
“No, I’m not,” he says sleepily, thumb stroking the plumpness of your cheeks. “I love you the most. Everything else, writing, reading, studying, researching, they barely hold a candle.” In the dark, you can make out an adoring smile. “How can i not love you most when you take such good care of me?”
“Ew,” you tease, trying to ignore the way your heart flutters and your eyes sting at his words. He laughs softly before slowly lowering his hand, letting it plop against the mattress.
“Can I have a glass of water?” He says sweetly, almost childishly, and you smile with a nod.
“I’ll take care of your lights, too,” you assure, before making your way out to retrieve his drink.
The light above the stove flicks off, shrouding you in darkness. Next, his study, where the lamp above his papers is scalding hot from the overuse. You know his laptop has an auto save, so you close that as well before heading into the bedroom.
You smile. Keiji is completely knocked out and curled up in a small ball under the sheets, lips open and letting out the quietest little snores. You tiptoe to place the glass on his nightstand before slipping into your own side, burrowing under the covers and wrapping him in a loving hold to fall asleep with.
You, too, were lulled to slumber within minutes.
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milkteeboba · 10 months
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The Sweetest Note-taker
“CRISPR or Cas9 is short for clustered, regularly, interspaced…”  
Akaashi quickly jots down what the professor says in his notes. Well they aren’t his notes. He looks over to his right. You are sitting with your head in your arms face down on the desk.  
You had been complaining about your killer headache since last night. You told him that you had an important lecture the next day that you couldn't miss since the material would be on your next quiz. But you were having a challenging time focusing with your head throbbing.   
Akaashi being the kind and observant boyfriend he is, took matters into his own hands and decided to follow you to class. As you were taking your normal route the next morning you assume that he is dropping you off, so you do not think much about him tagging along, not until you approach the doors of your lecture hall and both steps inside.  
“Wait Keiji, what are you doing?” you ask sluggishly, feeling a dull pressure on your temples.  
“Isn't it obvious? I'm gonna join your lecture.” he states matter of factly 
“Uh, any particular reason?” you question, walking to your row.
“I thought it would be very informative, for me.” 
“But you're a journalist major-”  
“Let's take a seat.” He quickly interrupts. 
You slide into your desk a bit perplexed and pull out your notebook and pens, you look to the front and can tell you will have a tough time comprehending the material, you rub the sides of your head and the professor is about to start when your notebook and pens are snatched from you. You look over to your left. 
“Keiji what-” 
“Don’t worry (Y/N) I'll take your notes for you.” he says.
You are about to object when he puts a finger to his mouth and shushes you with a little smirk, turning to pay attention to the professor who was now speaking.   
You're gawking at him. You stay like that for a minute then smile. He is the sweetest person ever. You face forward in your desk and after a moment you put your head down and shut your eyes, faintly hearing your professor speak and Keiji furiously scribbling the material into your notes. 
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“Well, I can confidently say I did find your lecture informative, though I have a few questions about being able to edit the genes of a human being.” Akaashi says as he hands you back your notebook with 4 pages worth of lecture notes.  
You giggle at his comment and look down at his notes, various doodles and pen scribbles are seen throughout and you can see it’s his same handwriting from high school. You grab his shoulder for leverage and kiss his cheek.  
“Thank you for taking my notes Keiji you are the bestest boyfriend ever.” you say, already feeling your headache gradually ceasing.  
“Of course (Y/N) anytime.” He smiles 
“Though you may want to work on your handwriting.”  
“Don't you start.”  
     Author Note: hellooo this is my first time writing a work on tumblr!! I've just been sort of a lurker since 2019 but decided I would try my hand at writing a little blurb. This is incredibly self indulgent as a bio student myself but thought this was cute. I hope the tenses makes sense while reading it. You start off in the present and the rest is what happened in the past and then you're in the present again! I might start posting more often because this was fun to write :)))  
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satoruzlove · 1 year
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m. list for @satoruzlove !
•all are gn! reader unless stated otherwise!!
late night talks: s.gojo
pouty bf gojo
unmotivated: s.gojo
dilf! oikawa
dilf! suna [borderline smut]
req:: dying your hair to match his
[kenma kozume]
he’s so proud to call you his wife that it’s annoying.
[multi]
you get me so high
[angst, tsukishima kei]
jjk boys as your boyfie !
[ megumi, itadori, gojo ]
7:03 pm
[manjirou ‘mikey’ sano.]
cute scenarios !
[ osamu , akaashi , kuroo , suna , oikawa ]
christmas hcs !
[ sakusa , osamu , suna , kuroo, atsumu ]
attractive things ab him !
[ sakusa , atsumu , suna,kuroo ]
bf kiyoomi !
domestic kiyoomi !
i love you’s !
[ hinata , suna , atsumu ]
req::saving grace [ k. sakusa ] !
random headcanons !
[ suna , sakusa , atsumu ]
req:: phones at the dinner table [k. sukusa] ! ❄️
college bf kenma !
cat papa kiyo !
req::let me ride ? - 🫧
[ suna , kiyoomi , atsumu ]
bf suna !
bf bakugou !
rich bf nanami ! [a single girly thing implied !]
kiyoomi & his introvert s/o !
best friend to lovers gojo !
househusband osamu domesticity ! [ ceo ! reader ]
dilf atsumu brain rot !
kiyoomi and his girly gf ! [FEM READER, IM SORRY):]
gojo and his chaotic but mature partner !
best friends to lovers with atsumu !
req:: don’t text me, don’t call me
[ atsumu miya, suna rintarou ] 🫧
college friend group w mikasa, eren and armin ! [ polyamory kinda implied if you squint ]
ask::kiyoomi’s love language !
accidental confessions ! :: smau
[ eren jeager and armin arlert ]
accidental confessions ! ::
[ levi ackerman and jean kirstein ]
lil kiyoomi drabble courtesy of bubble anon !
dream :: hinata shoyo [ 1k event !]
butterfly :: yamaguchi tadashi [ 1k event ]
wit :: tsukishima kei [ 1k event ]
bf gojo ++ hardworking s/o!
levi ++ sweetheart s/o !
rich bf nanami taking care of u<3 !
kiyoomi doesn’t like holding hands
mornings with hajime iwaizumi!
stoner suna blurb
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seiwas · 4 months
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as a lil gift from me to you all 🎁💓 —
these are all characters i’ve never written for before! hehe
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naturallykenma · 2 years
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after your breakup (various haikyuu)
a/n 1: in which you break up but agree to remain friends
a/n 2: hi hi. sorry for being MIA recently, i graduated college (!!!) and then got broken up with a few days later and was ~struggling~ and only started getting better the last couple days. i will get to requests, i just wanted to write this self indulgent fic inspired by my breakup to get my feelings out <3
warnings: language, descriptions of anger/sadness, descriptions of breakups, mentions of lack of food/sleep in atsumu’s 
featuring: timeskip kenma, kuroo, akaashi, atsumu 
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☼ kenma: kenma sighed softly as he changed your role in the discord server. it was established while the two of you were dating, however, he had ended things between you earlier in the day. the role that had once made you both smile now made your heart ache as you looked at the new role; a new character, a new color. it made everything more public and more real for you, which didn’t help with your coping. 
you left the server, unable to look at the new role and see kenma in voice channels, presumably laughing and having fun with his friends while you were sitting in your room by yourself in tears. 
kenma frowned when he saw you left, he was hoping that wouldn’t happen and that the two of you could be friends. he typed out a message to you, hesitant to send it. he opted not to send it, rather asking you if you could talk. he frowned more when you said a simple and emotionless “ok” in response. 
he called you, waiting a little bit before you picked up, hearing your soft voice on the other end of the line. “what do you want?” 
“oh, um, right. why-why did you leave the discord server?” he asked. 
you sighed, holding yourself back from yelling at him. “there’s no reason for you to know that, kenma.” 
“i-fair. but, um, we’re gonna be friends, right?” he almost whispered. 
“i dunno. maybe at some point. right now i really just want to be alone.” you muttered. “anything else?” 
kenma shook his head before remembering you couldn’t see him. “no.” 
“well, i’m gonna go. bye.” you hung up without another word, making kenma’s heart ache. 
he did break up with you, but he still cared about you and didn’t want you to be sad or angry. yet he had the feeling you were both and he was the cause of it. 
☼ kuroo: kuroo was alone, watching tv. normally he would be with you, but he had ended things after you announced you would be going to school a couple hours away. he thought the distance would be too much and he didn’t have enough feelings for you to continue the relationship without disrespecting you. though you agreed to remain friends, he didn’t miss the sadness in your voice when he ended things. 
he felt happiness fill his chest when his phone lit up with a message from you, asking to talk. he called you right away, though he wasn’t able to get a greeting in before hearing your voice laced with anger over the phone. 
“do you realize how easy it would have been to visit each other?” you seethed. 
“y/n-” 
“no. that reason is fucking bullshit. i understand i can’t do anything about your feelings but visiting would have been so easy.” 
“y/n i’m sorry.” he apologized. 
“sure you are.” your voice cracked, signaling you were about to cry. “look i’m just gonna go.” 
“y/n wait.” kuroo spoke. “is…is there anything i can do?” 
“i think you’ve done enough.” 
☼ akaashi: akaashi knew he would still occasionally run into you at work, though the two of you broke up. it was something recent, he ended things because he thought the two of you were becoming too busy and he was concerned that you wouldn’t see each other outside of work. you had agreed to be on friendly terms for the sake of work, but for the first week afterward the split you avoided him like the plague. 
it wasn’t until you gave him the green light to talk to you at work again that he approached you at work. he was hesitant, although you had told him he could talk to you, he wouldn’t be surprised if you were still upset with him. 
“hey y/n.”  he said softly, rocking back and forth on his heels. “how, uh, how have you been?” 
you hesitated before answering, “i don’t think you deserve to know that. you lost the right to check up on me when you broke up with me.” 
“right. um, i hope you’ve been okay.” he responded. “i really do. i do want to be friends again, i meant that.” 
“is there anything else i can do for you keiji?” you asked, gripping your cup so hard you thought it would break. 
“no, i guess not.” he replied sadly. 
“then let me do my work. in peace, preferably.” you muttered, walking back to your desk, leaving akaashi to go about his routine on his own once again. 
☼ atsumu: atsumu always had a habit of trying to minorly stress you out during your relationship. he would tell you things like how he was so tired because he didn’t get a lot of sleep the night before practice or how he was hungry because he had breakfast earlier in the morning and hadn’t had anything to eat for a few hours. he found it amusing when you frantically texted him, telling him to eat or sleep. he also loved how you cared for him, how you would rush to make him food or take a nap with him if you were free. 
when he broke up with you, although it hurt, the two of you agreed to remain friends. atsumu could tell things were different, though. he still texted you, trying to wind you up. however, instead of winding you up, you simply responded with “ok.” 
at a gathering held for the MSBY boys, atsumu approached you hesitantly. 
“hey, uh, are ya okay?” he asked, rubbing the back of his neck. 
“yeah. why?” you responded, trying to avoid his gaze. 
“well, uh, you haven’t been replying like ya usually do. yanno, when i tell ya about how i’m tired or hungry.” he said. 
“how do you want me to respond, atsumu? you broke up with me, remember? i don’t really have a reason to coddle you or be particularly concerned about that.” you told him, making his heart ache. 
“oh. right.” he said softly. 
“look atsumu, i know we’re friends, but things are different now.” you sighed. “let’s just keep this as a ‘being on good terms at social gatherings’ type of thing.” 
“oh. okay.” he frowned lightly. “if that’s what ya want.” 
“see you around, atsumu.” you smiled sadly, leaving to continue socializing and leaving atsumu to deal with the ache in his chest. 
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sixosix · 2 years
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akaashi keiji: you can hear it in the silence
blurb keiji is hiding something from you. only when you get the courage to unearth it will you get more than what you anticipated.
a/n there were a lot of comments saying they wanted more of childhood!friend akaashi so i come here to serve! based off of a ts song. also im not sure abt the ending lolol
# wc, angst to fluff, mutual pining, but ofc neither knows about the mutual part, childhood friends to lovers, late night slow dancing awh, confessions
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you wake up to noises. most, muffled and distant on one ear with your other is pressed against a lap; some, slow and near, like akaashi’s breathing and soft humming he doesn’t seem conscious of doing.
“hah?” comes someone’s voice. you recognize it, but in the dregs of exhaustion, you can’t pin a name to it. “this again? are you a pillow now or something?”
“i don’t mind,” akaashi says, and his grip on your hair tenses a little like it’s a lie, “we do this all the time.”
your brows knit together subtly.
the voice -- kuroo, you now identify -- hums thoughtfully. “yeah, i know that. but don’t let y/n… step all over you or something just because you’re used to it. you’re a smart guy, ‘kaashi.”
akaashi doesn’t reply this time, even when you were so sure that he would ask kuroo by what he means. keiji knows what he’s talking about. this unsettles you more than you’d like to admit.
you didn’t realize you were gripping his jacket tightly until his fingers resumed playing with your hair, soothing your nerves with just a touch. this makes you wonder, does he know you’re awake? or is it just a subconscious instinct to comfort you?
“well? are you gonna do it or not?”
do what?
akaashi lightly scratches your head. you’re probably purring, who knows. “i’ll see you around, kuroo.”
kuroo sighs. “see ya, man. kenma says bye.”
akaashi hums again. 
you wake up and pretend as if you weren’t aware the entire time. if akaashi noticed, he doesn’t call you out on it. so you talk; you talk about how yukie and kaori will treat you to ice cream later and if he wants to come. about how they want to watch a romance movie with you tomorrow and they spoiled you about a slow dance scene. about how you’d like to hang out with him some more.
but he doesn’t speak again the entire night, sharp eyes far away from where he actually is.
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akaashi is hiding something from you.
you should’ve known earlier, given how you pride yourself in knowing akaashi better than anyone else, but somehow you’ve missed this one.
ever since that practice match with nekoma -- ever since kuroo entered the room, and said words that made bells ring in the back of your head -- you’ve been noticing signs from akaashi that proved your theory that akaashi is avoiding you.
it’s a subtle shift. akaashi is certainly slippery when he wants to be. but for someone who has been best friends with him since you were plucked out of the womb, you noticed.
when you invite him to your house, he declines, always saying that he’s too tired but maybe he could next time (which would be fine, if his next time didn’t involve repeating the same words; it would be understandable if he didn’t sneak out to practice -- so aggressively, almost angrily -- when he thought you left the school).
when you talk to him -- this one is a tricky one -- he’s quiet. he usually is comfortable with letting others lead the conversation, but this is a tense silence. the kind of quiet that means he’s thinking hard and worrying about something. sometimes, some days are like that. you just don’t understand what’s so different about this one that has him hiding it from you.
it frustrated you. but you love him too much to risk making him uncomfortable for pushing.
but your heart breaks when you realized he's pushing you away.
you decided to give him space. you didn’t talk to him in the same way he didn’t instigate a conversation. you didn’t go to him in the same way he didn’t look for you the way he usually does. it’s been a week since you two last talked.
whoever came up with the quote fondness makes the heart grow stronger knew their shit.
“a fight?” ren, a classmate who you’ve only spoken to about three times, ponders aloud. he’s staring at you. “are the high school sweethearts fighting?”
“what? which high school sweetheart? where?” you whip your head around, disappointed to see everyone chatting peacefully. no high school sweethearts drama here, no sir.
“you and akaashi.”
“what?” you cough as an excuse to cover your face. “w-we’re not like that.”
“really?” ren looks genuinely surprised. “oh, my bad. sorry for assuming.”
“no harm done,” you smile, pointedly looking back at your notebook.
ren doesn’t get the hint. “say, l/n. i overheard the girls talking about this horror movie. do you like horror movies?” you haven’t given it much thought before. you usually didn’t mind any movie so long as you had akaashi’s blank-faced commentary and criticism that never fails to entertain you. the memory makes your expression sour.
“ren-kun,” you start, cutting off his pitch about how he had bought two tickets for him and his brother but blah blah blah this and that.
“y-yes?” ren looks hopeful.
“am i a bad friend?”
“...what?” ren blinks once, then twice. “uhm. i wouldn’t know, not exactly. but you seem sweet. and nice. i don’t see why you would be.” at your silence, ren shifts awkwardly foot to foot. “do you think you’re a bad friend?”
“i don’t know,” you murmur. “maybe he does.”
“who?”
“akaashi.”
ren looks contemplative, then sighs. “do you want to take your mind off of it?”
your eyes skim over the imprinted words on the book. you’ve been on the same sentence for the past few minutes, and never have any word registered on your mind. you don’t notice the door sliding open and someone entering. “and how do you suppose i do that?” you ask him, only a little absentmindedly.
“listen, l/n. to be straightforward with you, i really want to take you to this movie,” ren says. the boldness is almost charming. if only he was your type (and if only your brain would be caught dead if you were to think about anyone else). “it doesn’t have to be a date, but if you give me a chance it could be.”
you stare at him, dumbfounded. “uhm.”
you don’t want to go. someone wise once said (yukie-san) that horror movies were a cheap trick to get their date to hang onto their knight in shining armor because they are scared or whatever the boys wrote in playboy 101. honestly, all things considered (and you really don’t want to consider it), you’d rather not do any of that. it’s kinda lame.
you don’t have to answer when your eyes widen at the new figure coming up from behind ren.
“sorry, yamamura-san, but i already have plans with… l/n-san,” akaashi says, steely-eyed as if daring ren to doubt him.
“oh?” ren glances back and forth between the two of you. he holds akaashi’s gaze, and it’s almost a sneer. “hm, sure, okay. offer’s still up, though, okay?” but he walks away, tail between his legs at the surprising hostility radiating off of akaashi.
akaashi watches him leave with a funny expression, before turning back to you and his face softening.
you scoff. “i’m not gonna thank you.”
akaashi smiles, as though he was already expecting that. “you looked uncomfortable. you can just tell them that you have plans with me and i’ll understand and play along.”
but he doesn’t understand that you don’t want him to do all this from the goodness of his heart, but actually because you want a date from him, does he?
you sigh, breaking eye contact. “so you avoid me all week and then make my plans for me? some nerve you got there.” you’re not actually mad at him. akaashi shows his way of caring through subtle ways like this, because he can’t bring himself to just say plainly what he wants.
somehow, knowing all these little things about him makes it harder to get angry.
akaashi looks guilty at least. “sorry, did you plan on going?”
“no, of course not. you know i’d rather not bother,” you laugh.
akaashi looks thoughtful at this response.
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it’s 2 in the morning.
2 in the morning and you’ve been tossing and turning unable to sleep so you decided to watch some shitty reruns that weren’t even close to enjoyable. but it took your mind off of things. like the fact that your akaashi is drifting away and he won’t even tell you what you did wrong.
and also-- what in the everloving fuck is akaashi keiji doing standing outside your window like that?”
“keiji?” you whisper, hysterical in a way that neared yelling; you didn’t notice the slip of his name, but he did. “what the fuck are you doing here?”
you had to pinch your arm to make sure that you aren’t hallucinating.
akaashi’s gaze on you is piercing. you definitely don’t look at the way the long sleeves of his shirt is cuffed around his forearms-- you do not. “can you sneak out?”
“what? right now?” even with your incredulity, he nods patiently. “are you fucking crazy!? how the hell did you even--”
“let me have this, y/n,” akaashi says, looking at you so earnestly you want to slap yourself silly for even raising your voice at him. “please.”
“akaashi--”
“keiji,” he whispers back, craning his neck to glance behind him. he’s usually not this adventurous, but you tell yourself that this is probably not the last surprise he’s giving you. “come on.”
so you give in.
well, kind of. you were expecting him to take you somewhere and kidnap you. maybe offer you to the aliens so it would leave some explanations as to why akaashi is acting so fucking weird!
but he actually led you to your own backyard, where there’s a speaker on the table and his phone on top of it. it’s playing some slow music you vaguely recognized played by a popular artist. you wonder if your neighbors have suddenly gotten deaf or if you’re the only one who feels as if the world has gone silent just for this.
akaashi must like this song if he’s willing to listen to it right now after offering:
“can we have a dance?”
you stare at him, round-eyed. so this is why he’s all dressed up. and you’re in your most comfortable pajamas. “you’re fucking crazy.”
akaashi can’t hide his smile. “that’s not an answer.”
you give in, taking his hand as he guides you to wrap it around his and the other on his shoulder. “keiji.”
“y/n.” he has one hand on your waist now. you don’t think you’ve been this intimately close to akaashi before, so you need to speak up before you lose your mind.
“did i do something? to, like, make you mad at me or something? did i upset you?”
akaashi’s eyes soften. “no, of course not.” you don’t know, but somehow you two are slow dancing, and akaashi is leading -- so naturally, as if this is how it’s supposed to be.
“then why were you avoiding me?”
“i didn’t mean to. i was just… thinking.”
you pair are swaying slightly, following the melody. your heart is fluttering and akaashi keeps looking at you. what the hell is happening? “d-does it have to involve not being around me?”
“i didn’t like the space either, y/n. but i was thinking about things that you would hate me for.”
you sigh. “keiji. look. you’re my best friend -- my bestest one ever -- and i love you more than you know, do you seriously think i would just hate y--”
akaashi’s eyebrows rise to his hairline. it’s the most expressive you’ve seen him. “what did you just say?”
you’ve never said the “L” word before. especially not just to akaashi, because then it would mean different. and akaashi -- stupid keiji who knows you too well -- knows this.
“--you, uh-- fuck.” you pull away from him. “did i just confess? was that a confession? please ignore what i said. i didn’t say anything. let me continue my monologue, dammit.”
akaashi can’t stop smiling. “do you mind repeating that? i didn’t hear you properly.”
“no. nooooo, don’t look at me like that.” you cover your eyes so you wouldn’t have to see the way he looks so happy. it’s not good for your soft heart.
“and how do i look at you?” akaashi is amused. he’s just teasing you at this point.
when you don’t reply, akaashi persists. he hasn’t been this assertive since… ever. maybe you’re a bad influence on him. “how do you know that you love me?”
“i don’t know! i just-- i just look at you and--” your voice goes quieter. “i think i do.”
akaashi hums, tugging you close until your chests are touching and leads you to sway again. “then, in that case. i think i might be in love with you, too.”
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kinokomoonshine · 10 months
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Akaashi Keiji is that type of boyfriend that would spam with all those dovey lovey posts of Instagram and cat pics with the description being "us", he's also the type of boyfriend to send you a picture of everything he sees and reminds him of you and gifting you things with the same meaning.
MEANWHILE, Suna Rintaro, would send you the Instagram posts, yes, but not the lovey-dovey ones, the horny ones, and it would be at the randomest times ever. It could be 3 A.M. and he sees one that he thinks it fits you both, he's sending you. Oh yeah, he would also send you right after the cringiest and most random meme, because, cmon, it's Suna Rintaro.
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satoujo · 7 months
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!disclaimer none of the works featured on this blog belong to me. all reachable creators were asked for permission to have their work linked on here
main directory
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AKAASHI KEIJI
➵ series: story consisted of multiple chapters
➵ one-shot: a single piece of standalone work; can be any length, such as from 1k to 80k words
➵ drabbles: short piece of writing; typically under 1k words and usually around 100 words
➵ blurbs & others: small short description, headcanons, etc.
❀ = fluff ⋆˚ ✧ = angst ⋆˚ ♡ = smut ⋆˚ ✄ = crack
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SERIES
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ONE-SHOT
secret admirer (❀) by @augustinewrites
warnings/notes: none
DRABBLE
domestic: comfort kisses (❀) by @augustinewrites
warnings/notes: none
snack time? (❀) by @emmyrosee
warnings/notes: fem!reader, dad!akaashi
BLURBS & OTHERS
tba
updated: dec 25, 2023
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stxrmylxve · 1 year
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Hi! I hope you are well! Would you be able to do a brat tamer/kinky rough smut with either a Kuroo x AFAB reader or an Akaashi x AFAB reader?
Or a dom Asahi x AFAB reader?
Whenever you get the chance, I'd really appreciate it
Pairing: Kuroo x AFAB!reader, soft!dom!Asahi x AFAB!reader Notes: smut (duh), choking, whining lmao, degrading speech A/N: okay this is a bit short since they're like blurbs but... enjoy!
MINORS DNI AT ALL. OR I WILL SMACK YOU.
Kuroo:
His harsh hands gripped your throat, squeezing just enough to bring small stars into your already tear-blurred vision.
"You fuckin' like that? You seemed so focus on kenma today that it made me a bit jealous... how are you gonna' make it up to me? Hm?"
"I-I-"
"I- I- I- use your fucking words correctly." he mocks, letting go of your neck to wrap his bruising grip around your wrists.
You glared at him through your lashes, letting out an almost mocking moan as you threw your head back dramatically.
"You think you're fucking slick? You must be wanting me to straighten you out." he spits as he turns you around, forcing you face down into the bed with ease.
Yeah, he has his moments where he is feral. But.. that's okay
Asahi:
"You must think you're in control here." you tease as you roll your hips, a soft moan falling from his mouth as you smile down at him.
"I-I am still." he teases back as he grips your hips, steading you back to your previous pace.
"Yeah right." you roll your eyes as you easily thrust your hips again, hearing the slight gritting of Akaashi's teeth below you.
"Alright now, I'm runnin' this." he says as he pushes you down, his hair falling slightly from his bun to cast shadows on his face.
"m'kay... kinda hot there softie."
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