#akaashi keiji really is just the perfect man

[quirrrky]

—.: ･ﾟ✦ MUTUAL CRUSH

IWAIZUMI, AKAASHI, KUROO

≡ NOTES ⋮ iwa-chan just omyghad! and akaashi you! OFC, kuroo my love, my hope, my ultimate fantasy (can't believe I'm fangirling over my work)

IWAIZUMI 

Who would appear so good-looking just throwing the trash out? Of course, it’s your neighbor, and you couldn't believe the man would come knocking at your door, offering to take out the trash for you.

Iwaizumi would always extend his help in fixing things around your home. You needed to replace the light bulb, he’s one doorbell away. You thought Iwaizumi was simply being kind and you’re blessed to have him around. From repainting your room to moving your furniture around he was there and he’s the one you called. Mainly, because you also wanted to see him, kind of to get close to him. 

It was all just a harmless crush until you called him instead of a plumber.  

His top got drenched from the faulty water works, so he removed his shirt revealing his well-sculpted body. You gulped, throat drying up at the sight of him turning something with a wrench, his biceps bulging as he did so.   

He raked a hand through his hair, and you sure felt the air got stuck in your chest. He was so strong and manly. Swoon-worthy. Totally not the prince charming type. A little rough around the edges, but he’s perfect and he’s making you feel things you never had before. 

Meanwhile, Hajime never felt bothered by a lot of things, until he moved in next to you. He couldn’t help but find you beautiful the moment he laid eyes on you along the hallway. Not to mention, you would wait for him in the elevator and would give him a little something from the grocery store. That’s why he decided to be your go-to guy, of course it’s not because he wanted to impress you or something. Really though he wanted to impress you, pfft.  

“Fixed,” he stood up, and you were just there...speechless, until you regained awareness. 

“Thank you,” you said and extended a towel to him. “Here, use this so you can dry yourself up.” 

He patted the towel along his body, and his eyes never leaving yours. You just watched in awe still trying to remain composed.  

“I’ll just return this to you after laundry,” he informed while slinging the towel over his shoulder. How could a simple act make you feel a little crazy? 

“Y-Yes...” You were almost speechless, and he was quite hesitant to leave either.  

“See you,” he bade as he went past your front door. 

“See you,” you said in response as he closed the door.  

Gosh, you should’ve coked for him as a way of thanking him for everything. You couldn’t believe you let the chance to spend more time with him slip away.  

You sighed when you heard your doorbell ring. Opening the door, you were surprised to find Iwaizumi outside.  

“Are you free tonight?” He asked and you blinked in disbelief. “Can you join me for dinner?” 

AKAASHI  

It all started one morning when he dropped by the coffee shop near his office and you’re the one who handed him his drink.  

“I haven’t seen you here before,” Akaashi said with bewildered eyes. His hand over yours around the cup not moving.  

You blushed equally finding the man in front of you attractive. “I just started today.”’ 

And what started that day was not only your part-time job, but also the unspoken attraction between you and your favorite customer.  

Keiji would always sit on the lounge chair facing the counter. He normally worked at the office, but now he had a new place to get things accomplished. Whenever he’s strained from reviewing different materials, one glance at you and every bit of stress just fades away. He’d sneak a glance at you through the brim of his cup as he sipped. Sometimes he’d subtly chuckle whenever you’d do something clumsy. 

You, on the other hand, would casually look his way whenever there’s no new customer around. Oh, how you resisted the urge to offer him something just so you could talk to him. 

You both needed divine intervention until that day came. It was when he looked out of his element. He still managed to smile at you though, but worry was evident in his tired eyes, so you braved up and wrote a note on his cup. 

He took his drink as usual and only noticed your note once he settled in his seat.  

A beautiful smile would make a beautiful day.  

A smile spread across his face. He looked at you and you exchanged shy and knowing gazes. Now, he was thinking of a way to return the favor. Knowing that you were the one who always bussed out his table, he left a table napkin with a hand-written note. 

Proof that a beautiful smile could make someone’s day even better. 

You thought he was not able to see your smile when you saw the note he left, but you didn’t know that he waited for you from across the street. He smirked in success as soon as he saw you giggling to yourself.  

It went on for weeks that it became a routine—no, it became something that you both looked forward to everyday, until Keiji showed up at the coffeeshop, but you weren’t the one attending him.  

Maybe you were absent for that day, but it persisted for the following days. It’s silly but Keiji felt a weird kind of panic. What if he won’t see you again? Maybe he should have gotten your number earlier on or befriended you than exchanged silly notes through paper cups and table napkins.  

He exhaled in exasperation. The chimes to the shop’s clank, which made him look and he was beyond relieved to see you.  

You were in casual clothes and didn’t seem to be working for the day. You held each other’s gazes as if you were both about to say something but didn’t know what it was. 

“Y/N, what brings you here?” Your colleague asked. “Have you left something?” 

Your eyes never left Keiji’s as you replied, “Yes, I think I might have.” To be honest, your contract was done. It was just a temporary stint after all, but something inside you was nagging you to come back. “Sir,” you greeted the bespectacled man in front of you.  

“Keiji, it’s Keiji,” he said. 

You smiled, pointing to his drink. “Did they get it right? You want yours with cinnamon.” 

“No, I...” Keiji smiled and shyly rubbed the back of his neck. “I actually want mine made by you.” 

Your cheeks heat up not expecting to hear that from him. He always seemed like a shy type, you thought, but Keiji won’t let this chance slip away.  

“Do you...Do you want anything to drink?” He asked and offered, “It’s on me.”  

You bashfully smiled. Finally, that day, you two shared more than just notes from cups and table napkins.  

KUROO 

Your work life was basically as plain as it could get. Boring same-same eight-to-five thing. You’re basically praying for something magical to happen for once until that very wish was granted.  

Once upon a time, when you were about to go up to your floor, the elevator almost closed in on you. When it reopened again, you were met with the sight of a tall and handsome man looking dapper in a suit. You never believed that time could stop even in a snap, but it did at that moment, and you were looking at each other with such bewilderment.  

You controlled not grinning from ear to ear. You got off before him and you wished you could’ve seen his name on his ID before you left. Maybe you’d see him again. Hopefully, you could. 

Maybe it wasn’t the first time you’d seen each other or came across one another, but there’s something about that day that changed everything. Ever since that chance encounter, you would frequently ride the same elevator.

You would take note of the different patterns of his necktie and the way his suit sets always looked good on him. Add to that, the divine way his perfume complemented his get-up.  

Meanwhile, Kuroo was so lucky he always got to enter first and he could watch you right in front of him, catching a glance of the cute little expression you had before entering the elevator. He couldn’t help but take note of the sweet scent you gave of. Was it your perfume or your shampoo? 

You gave him something to look forward to at work every day and he gave you something to feed your imagination.  

Elevator hottie as you nicknamed him not knowing that he tagged you as Elevator cutie too. 

It almost became a silent agreement between the two of you. Kuroo would always wear that confident smirk and you would bite your cheek attempting not to grin. You didn’t see each other everyday, but you both treasured the opportunity once it was there.  

It went on for a few months now, and the moments you were shoulder to shoulder against each other were the only chance you could get to be closer. You were a little shy and Kuroo couldn’t get a good chance to start a conversation with all the other passengers around, until that one day.  

You got off the elevator while placing your phone inside your bag not noticing that it didn’t slip inside. You walked unaware of what happened. 

”Y/N!” 

Someone called out to you, and you turned towards the direction of your name. You were surprised to see that it was him.  

“Your phone,” he said, giving you the gadget. 

“Oh my god! Thank you! Thank you so much.” You told him and finally placed your phone inside your bag. Wondering how he knew your name, you asked, “Wait...how did you-” 

Coyly biting his lip, he chuckled, “Your ID.” 

Your eyes widened in a delightful surprise.  

He reached out his hand, “I'm Kuroo. Kuroo Tetsurou, by the way.” 

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[urmichiee]

This love

:: Things that make them fall in love deeper (If that was even possible)

With: Suna Rintarō, Akaashi Keiji, Iwaizumi Hajime x gn!reader (separately)

! reblogs are appreciated | wc: 0.7k+

➵ Suna Rintarō

He loves the way his lovesick gaze makes you flustered. 

It’s almost sickening, the way every “imperfect” feature you have, every insecurity, everything about you seemed to be perfect in his eyes. It’s when he knows he picked the right person to love.

Every time you make eye contact, he stares shamelessly, love present in his eyes. It makes you blush. A lot. He just can’t help but fall in love every time like it was the first time he’s met you. He doesn’t believe it when you, of all people, chose him. 

Every “I love you” you’ve said was for him. Wow.

When you’re in class and just seated a few seats in front Suna, by the window, the sunlight hitting your face just right to make you the most ethereal being to him. The way he paid no mind to the teacher’s lectures and just stared at you is almost unreal to you. 

Times when you would look behind only for him to be staring at you, his head on the desk and his arms acting as his pillows, makes you go red. You don’t know why, but it just does. When he sees your reaction, he can’t help but smile so sweetly– so innocently.

It doesn’t take a genius to know that he’s fallen. Deep. 

—

“Hey, Suna?” Osamu whispers to his seatmate. “You’re staring,” he stated the obvious.

“How can’t I?” Suna utters, not bothering to look at the boy beside him. “They’re gorgeous.” 

➵ Akaashi Keiji

He loves the way you compliment him. 

“You’re so pretty, Keiji… D’you know that?” It seemed to just roll off your tongue. He gets many compliments from other people many times. But, when it’s you, he can’t help but hide his face wherever he can just so you won’t tease him about him being a blushing mess, his calm demeanor diminishes in mere seconds. 

Why’d you make him like this? An easy victim to your words. He groans, hiding his red face in the book in his hands.

“Awh, don’t hide your pretty face, Keiji,” you say, getting a grip of the book and slowly lowering to reveal a blushing Akaashi and you’re cuddled form around his torso certainly wasn’t helping.

“Heh, you’re the cutest,” another praise from you. You just don’t know when to stop, do you?

“Ahm, t-thank you?” It’s clear he doesn’t know what respond. You giggle at his response. He loved hearing you laugh, it was as if it was music to his ears. A sound he could play on loop and never get tired of. “You’re really cute too, [Name],” he quietly says, trying to compliment you back.

“Hm, what was that?” You ask him as you heard him mutter something.

“Nothing,” he almost immediately says. God, why is he so shy around you? 

“Keiji?”

“Yes?”

“I love you.”

Just what are you doing to him?

➵ Iwaizumi Hajime

He loves the way you have supported him all throughout high school.

From staying after school to watch him practice and walk with him and Oikawa home, to watching him play in games and being so proud of him for doing his best. Even when they lost, you were still there to congratulate him and comfort him when he doesn’t react quite well.

The love he has for you is unreal, he’s so happy that he gets to love someone as amazing and perfect as you. 

“Woww! That was so cool, Haji!” You tell him on his water break. You praise him on how good his hits were, how you were so awestruck by it. He couldn’t help but smile at you, you’re adorable when you’re like this.

“You were just really really amazing, Haji! I don’t think anyone can match up to you!” You continue your frenzy of flattery towards the man in front of you. He only scratched his nape.

“[Name]?” 

“Yeah?”

“Thank you, for everything,” you’re confused. Why was he thanking you?

“You know how it’s my last year here?” He says, reminding both of you of the sad truth.

“Hm, yeah? Why?” 

“You’ve been here, with me and… Crappykawa, and the whole team. I’m happy that you’re still here, so I thank you for that, [Name],” your heart melted at his words. Was this really the Iwaizumi Hajime talking to you?

“Aww! I’m glad I was able to be by your side. Yours, Oikawa’s, and your team’s,” you hug him, suddenly feeling a bit emotional. The sudden physical contact made him surprised, but nonetheless, he returned it, muttering the words “I love you” only for your ears to hear.

—

“Hey, look. They’re being lovey-dovey again,” Matsukawa tells Hanamaki as he wipes the sweat of his forehead.

“Oh, damn. We are so lonely.”

A/n: I have my favorites

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[bowandcurtsey]

When y/n is unwell (haikyuu) 

Been watching the Haikyuu Anime again because I've been back to playing leisure volley. hehe. Also it's the le kuroo hubby's birthday in a week's time! yay!

Kuroo | Tsukishima | Akaashi | Atsumu x f! reader

Post timeskip

Kuroo Tetsuro

Suddenly becomes the househusband and does everything in the house. Well he's not superb at everything but he makes sure that everything still runs smoothly. or Kinda.

There is a possibility that he'll use the wrong bowl for the cat. Or he may mistake the softener as detergent.. But it wouldn't be anything major.

He'll make sure you're tucked in nice and snug and if you're cold he'll put on them night socks for you. If your temperature gets too high he'll grab a towel and do a cold compression for you.

He gets kinda worried actually seeing how fragile and unwell you are. And when you start muttering nonsense like "am I going to die.." He'll shush you and give you extra kisses on your forehead.

he'll pat you to sleep before he carries on doing other things. Yes he'll slack off a little and watch some volleyball vids on youtube or social media.

He'll buy you some soupy meal because god bless, this man can not cook that well. He'll feed you of course, very gently and blowing at your food before putting it to your mouth because you're his queen.

Well, when you're finally feeling slightly better and you find the strength to get out of bed, you creep out to your living room to find your hubby napping on the couch with the animals. awww.

Tsukishima Kei

He doesn't really know what to do actually. You seldom fall sick and are usually independent so it's really a rare sight for him to see you vulnerable like this.

He even took a day's leave from divisional training just to take care of you.

"Am I dying?"

"Well at least you have the strength to make dumb jokes like that." your husband is as savage as ever.

He disappears for awhile and then he'll come over with some warm water and some asprin. He'll help you get up to take your meds before tucking you in again.

You'll wake up and find those cooling patch pasted on your forehead and water right beside your bed. He came in to take your temperature.

"Good. Your fever went down. Are you feeling better?"

Whether you said yes or no, he'll bring you to see the doctors, to be safe. He was actually really worried about you, while you were sleeping, he constantly came in to check on you, stroked your hair and pressed a kiss to your cheek.

And when you were feeling much better, he would definitely tease you about it.

"Maybe you should fall sick once in awhile, you're more sweeter and less naggy."

Of course you knew he was kidding.

Akaashi Keiji

Your Akaashi was Mr perfect husband. He knew exactly how to take care of you. He would totally apply to work from home and take care of all your needs.

From cooking some hot soup or porridge, to making sure you were properly tucked in, Akaashi took care of you well.

He made sure you always had warm water to drink and he gave you a water bottle with a straw so you could drink without using much effort.

He constantly changed your cooling patch on your forehead and sponged your body with a cold towel to keep your temperature down.

Bokuto was banned from coming over because he was "too noisy and would disturb your rest"

When you took your meds, he would bring in some gummy so that the meds weren't too bitter for you.

He would also make you something yummy and healthy at the same time, like a berry smoothie so that not all your food were too bland. He would let you cheat a little and eat some ice cream too, because a happy mindset keeps the body healthy as well.

Would keep you in his sight 24/7, works in the same room as you with a mask on and a tiny lamp turned on while you were resting.

You should also take this time to ask your husband for anything you want, he'll probably agree because you looked so vulnerable and sad, he'll do anything to make you feel better.

Miya Atsumu

Actually, He's probably sick together with you. But hey in the case that he isn't, he's panicking.

He calls everyone. Osamu, his mom, Sakusa... Even Bokuto and Hinata. Well, initially you had doubts when he called Bokuto but he was the only one that suggested ice cream so you were glad he did.

Well he runs out to the supermarket after leaving an ice pack over your head.

He comes home with BAGS of stuff. Different types of medicine, more ice packs, all kinds of healthy food- fruits and vegetables, and yes, ice cream.

He feeds you some medicine and pastes the cooling patch on your body as well.

He then proceeds to make a lot of noise in the kitchen and tries to make you some fruit salad or some sorts and some miso soup or something that has chunks of fish and chicken inside.

When your fever does not go down by the end of the day, your husband calls 911. Yeap. He tells the person that it's an emergency..

You had to drag you sick ass to your husband and grab the phone telling the person over the phone that you're okay and that your husband is just a little panicky.

You end up telling him to just bring you to see a doctor.

"Oh yeah baby! why didn't I think of the doctor!"

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[michiviv]

comfortember, prompt: leaves changing, books

pairing: timeskip! akaashi keiji x gn! reader

sypnosis: akaashi falls in love with the owner of the bookstore along the season.

warning: akaashi calls reader pretty, idk if anything else

notes: slow burn is a joke

word count: 1148

When you officially take over the story the leaves were still green. They framed the shop so perfectly it seemed quaint, homey even. The leaves were still green when you met him for the first time.

By him, I mean the man you'd be silently admiring for months, exchanging few words here and there. He was just so pretty… although he always wore a slightly-exasperated expression as he skimmed through the rows of books. He always made an effort to go through the entire store (it wasn’t much, but he still did), however he always remained near the manga section. Skimming through manga, mostly shonen.

Was he a shonen fan? Did he only read shonen or did he branch out?

Sometimes, when you were tending the counter, he would buy himself a volume and order himself some coffee before sitting on one of the tables facing the counter. The steam from the coffee often fogging up his glasses, which made you giggle as he wiped them. It was a slightly endearing sight. If it wasn't manga, it was a sports magazine, however you would only catch him reading the MSBY section.

You honestly felt like a creep, picking up on his habits. He only came once a week yet somehow you knew all of his reading habits but not his name.

Akaashi was the same too however. He knew your habits, always greeting him with a smile. You always drew animals as your latte art, you drew him a swan once. On your breaks you read romance novels, he saw you pick up a manga once but he didn’t know what you were reading.

Did you read obscure mangas? Like maybe Kiss of the Rose Princess? He didn’t catch anything he personally edited so he assumed you didn’t read much shonen. He had attempted to talk to you, maybe suggest one he had edited but every time he had tried someone wanted coffee. It was his curse.

slowly, overtime the leaves started to grow yellow and the weather slightly chiller. You stared off, outside the window. Thinking of anything you possibly could’ve. Books, rent, taxes, the pretty boy…

“What stage is your favorite?” A voice spoke, it was calm and kind of monotonous. You turned to look at the source and there he was- the man you were just thinking about. maybe you summoned him into exists, “of the leaves, i mean.”

“hm, i don’t think i have one.” you murmured, turning to look at the leaves. you imagined the shift from green to yellow to red to brown. “do you have one…” you trailed off, hoping he’d give you his name.

“akaashi, akaashi keiji.” he introduced himself with a small nod, “i think i like them when they’re green. it’s normal but it’s nice… it’s just right.”

finally you knew his name and it was just perfect. such a pretty name for a pretty boy, you made sure you would **never** forget it. you began to write down notes on his cup, silly little words of encouragement and drawings. one day it’s a cat and the next it’s a pig, he’d never know.

some nights when he came near closing, you’d stay hours just talking with him and learning about each other.

“what were you like in high school?l” you asked him, scrubbing the expresso machine.

“me?” he asked, his eyes widening slightly in surprise before he smiled a little bit to himself. gods, you’d kill for that smile. “i was vice and eventually captain of the volleyball team.”

you gasped a little, listening to his revelation. he didn’t seem like the type to be one of those jock volleyball players, “really? you’re joking.”

akaashi chuckled and shook his head, “dead serious. we competed in the tokyo nationals and my best friend is now a member of the black jackals.”

“that’s amazing, akaashi! show me, who is it?” you asked him, eager to know about his past.

akaashi sought out a sports magazine and brought up a team picture of the team, and started pointing out all of the players he knew and/or played with. in total he had previously met 4 people, bokuto, atsumu, hinata and sakusa. when he pointed out that bokuto was his best friend i could help but let out a ‘damn!’ that guy was ripped!

“you’re telling me— the buff guy is your best friend?” you asked him, sort of in disbelief.

“yes,” he replied, amused, “what? don’t believe me?”

“no, yes… i mean- you two are quite distinct. i can’t imagine you two talking in high school.”

“he was something..” he said with a dramatic sigh, causing both of you to laugh.

as the leaves continued to change, he began coming more often, and maybe his comments became flirtier. you two held contact for a while, began walking around the block together ‘accidentally’ brushing hands. neither of you backed off, yet neither of you took action. which was starting to piss you off.

why couldn’t you just do it. why couldn’t you just hold his hand or ask him out on a date. not that you haven’t tried, the words just get stuck on your throat and you end up asking him to have a walk with you or you offer him a cup of coffee for the cooling weather.

as you berates yourself while decompressing the coffee machine, akaashi walked in. he sauntered over with his hands behind his back. you looked up at him and smiled, “hey, akaashi. how was work?”

akaashi hummed as he pondered a response, “it was alright. work is work.” he started, pausing. he took enough time pondering his response that you had stopped what you were doing and completely turned to look at him; giving him your undivided attention.

“listen, i…” he took another deep breath before looking at you seriously. although his face was serious you could see the uncertainty and nervousness shift in his eyes, “i’ve been interested in you for a while. you’re pretty, you’re smart, you make me feel so happy and alive— basically, what i want to say is that I want to take you out on a date.” he finally confessed, pulling his hand from his back and revealing a bouquet of flowers.

your face had flushed red long before he finished his confession, slowly you took the bouquet of flowers, the grin that slowly grew on your face practically cementing itself there. “akaashi, i-“

“only if you’ll have me.”

“right,” you chuckled, “well, i would love to. these flowers are beautiful.”

“how about tomorrow night… at 7?” he asked, you could see the tips of his ears turning pink as he fidgeted with his fingers, “i’ll pick you up.”

“that sounds perfect.” you reassured him, leaning over the counter to plant a kiss on his cheek.

finally, the leaves had turned red… and they were your favorite.

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[tiza0925]

just one more | bkak 18+

Warnings/Tags: Alternate Universe, FTM Akaashi, Trans Akaashi, Explicit Sexual Content, SMUT, CONSENSUAL Somnophilia, Oral Sex, Multiple Orgasms, ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS ARE AGED-UP AND OVER THE AGE OF 18

Pairing: Bokuto Koutarou x Akaashi Keiji (BokuAka)

Or: a fic where Akaashi wakes up to his boyfriend eating him out

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Bokuto is a weak man when it comes to Akaashi Keiji. 

He won’t ever try to deny it—in fact, Bokuto will gladly admit that to any and everyone he knows. 

Akaashi Keiji can easily make Bokuto drop to his knees with just a simple look. Word. 

Even just by breathing. 

Akaashi is just too perfect that Bokuto finds himself constantly wondering how the hell he even ended up with Akaashi when the man could have quite literally anyone. How Bokuto got so damn lucky that Akaashi still chose to be with him. 

He’ll never know—despite how many times Akaashi reassures him with words of affirmation—

It’s just too good to be true sometimes. 

It might come off as pathetic and Bokuto genuinely does not care. 

He will worship his boyfriend whenever he gets the chance to. 

…Just like how he is right now as he kisses the skin right under Akaashi’s jaw, hearing his boyfriend let out a small, dreamy sigh as he sleeps. 

It’s not something they do often. 

But Bokuto has been needier than usual lately—even though they went through two rounds of sex last night that had Akaashi knocking out right after their shower—

Bokuto still wanted more. It’s like he couldn’t get enough of Akaashi—even devouring him whole would probably still leave Bokuto hungry for more. 

Blame it on the intense games Bokuto has had these past few weeks. And it’s not Bokuto’s fault that his boyfriend is someone that deserves to be appreciated whenever given the chance, okay?

So, Akaashi made a suggestion. One he very rarely brings up. 

But every time he does—

It’s like telling Bokuto it’s Christmas morning or that he’s the ‘best volleyball player’ in the world. 

Because not only does it give Bokuto the freedom to do whatever he likes to Akaashi—

But it also shows the immense trust Akaashi has in Bokuto. 

That in the past, Akaashi would never consider letting Bokuto touch him while he was asleep. Not when Akaashi has been dealing with his issues regarding his body and everything that comes with it. 

But Akaashi trusts Bokuto more than anything, now.

Enough to know Bokuto will never do anything to hurt Akaashi, not in a way Akaashi doesn’t like, that Bokuto knows what’s okay and what isn’t when it comes to sex for Akaashi. 

Or that Bokuto won’t ever take things too far when Akaashi is at his most vulnerable: when he’s sleeping. 

So, here he is, running his tongue along Akaashi’s neck, savouring the sweet taste of Akaashi’s skin all while Bokuto can feel his boyfriend sleep soundly underneath him. 

There’s a thrill in knowing just how much your boyfriend trusts you to let something like this happen. 

That Akaashi is willing to put his entire body in Bokuto’s control without any hesitation. 

And maybe that’s why Bokuto already feels himself growing half-hard as he nips and sucks on Akaashi’s neck, careful not to add another small purple mark to the already existing ones that Akaashi has from earlier. 

Or it could be because Akaashi smells so good, his skin feels soft under Bokuto’s lips and hands, and he still manages to look so damn handsome—even when he’s dead asleep. 

He makes his way down, and Bokuto slides one hand underneath the bottom hem of Akaashi’s shirt—which is really Bokuto’s that Akaashi has claimed as his own from here on out—and Bokuto splays his fingers out as he slides them up smooth skin that’s wrung tight with muscles, feeling every breath Akaashi makes under the rough palm of his hand. 

It’s no secret that Akaashi is physically smaller than Bokuto. 

It’s evident whenever they’re near each other—Bokuto is broader, thick with muscles, and just a tad bit taller.

But that doesn’t mean Akaashi doesn’t have anything behind the clothes he wears. 

The muscles are there whenever he flexes and moves—especially whenever he wears a fitted shirt or pants that hug his body in this delicious way that Bokuto always finds himself salivating at. 

Akaashi has been going to the gym more frequently with Bokuto—and Bokuto can easily see the way it pays off when he rolls up Akaashi’s shirt to reveal his stomach and chest, planes of muscles lining Akaashi’s body in all the perfect places that Bokuto wants to run his tongue over. 

Bokuto swipes a delicate thumb over one of Akaashi’s nipples, and Bokuto’s eyes flit over to watch Akaashi’s expression—humming to himself with contentment when all he sees is a slight twitch of Akaashi’s lashes against his cheekbones.

Akaashi’s nipple is pert and hard when Bokuto wraps his lips around one to suck on, and he tries to keep his own moans to a minimum as he flicks the very tip of his tongue over the nipple, his thumb coming down to gently brush over the scars that sit right below Akaashi’s chest. 

It took a long time for Akaashi to feel comfortable with Bokuto touching him here. 

It was more of a personal thing than worrying about what Bokuto would think—because the man made it abundantly clear that he did not care what Akaashi did to his body as long as Akaashi was happy. And that was enough for Bokuto. 

But words can only go so far, and Akaashi needed more time to just…adjust. Feel comfortable with his new body and the sensations that come with it. 

And Bokuto was more than willing to wait—take it at Akaashi’s pace. 

It wasn’t a walk in a park—Bokuto will admit that much—but it was worth it. 

Especially now, when Akaashi is a lot more confident in how he looks, and would respond so eagerly whenever Bokuto touches him—

Bokuto is so damn glad he waited. 

It just sucks—only a little—that Bokuto won’t be able to hear or see Akaashi’s reactions this time as he plays with Akaashi’s nipple with his tongue while using one of his hands to roll the other nipple between his fingers. 

Truthfully, Bokuto can go at this for a while. 

He likes the feel of Akaashi’s chest—lean but still taut with muscles—under the palm of his hands. He revels in feeling the heat tingle under his lips as he drags his mouth from one nipple to the other, coupled with the occasional hitch in Akaashi’s breathing while he sleeps. 

But he’ll have to save that for another time. 

Bokuto doesn’t want to wake Akaashi up just yet—and he will if he lets himself get carried away with what he’s doing. 

If Akaashi is going to wake up now, Bokuto wants it to at least be worth it. 

Lips travel down Akaashi’s stomach, and Bokuto can’t help but let a small smile lift his mouth at the faint trail of hair that’s now leading down and disappears under the waistband of Akaashi’s boxers. 

Bokuto doesn’t know why he finds that little bit so attractive on Akaashi, but it’s something that has heat stirring in his gut as he goes to graze his teeth over Akaashi’s hipbone before his face finds itself right where Bokuto likes it best—right between Akaashi’s thighs. 

And Bokuto is ever more grateful that his boyfriend decided to not put back on his pants before bed—it just means one less layer between Bokuto and what he wants, and he sighs happily as he runs his hands over Akaashi’s legs, up his thighs, and he presses his fingers into the flesh to feel the muscles underneath. 

“So warm,” Bokuto mutters to himself as he nestles his face right against Akaashi’s groin, the fabric of Akaashi’s boxers doing little to hide the outline of him and what lies under. 

He mouths at Akaashi’s clothed cunt, and if Bokuto’s pride was intact whenever he was with Akaashi—he might have felt an ounce of shame at how fast his mouth begins to water at the faintest contact of his face against Akaashi’s cunt. 

But all he can think about is getting to taste Akaashi. All he feels is how light and dizzy his head is at the feel of Akaashi against his mouth as he licks and kisses Akaashi’s cunt through the boxers—getting the underwear damp in the process. 

And so far, the only thing Bokuto hears in return is the occasional sighs, so low and quiet, that leave Akaashi’s lips, and when he looks up before he’s tugging down Akaashi’s boxers—

He notes the knitted eyebrows wearing Akaashi’s face, and how his lips—always so nice and full—are slightly parted to let every breath in and out. 

It tugs at Bokuto’s heart a little—how effortlessly good Akaashi looks—and he tucks his lower lips under his top teeth as he slips two fingers under the waistband of Akaashi’s underwear, and pulls it down as much as possible to expose Akaashi’s slit—

“Shit,” The curse slips out under Bokuto’s breath before he can even think about stopping it, and he lets out a quiet groan when he sees how wet Akaashi already is, his folds glistening in the dim lighting that spills into their room from the sun just barely rising outside. 

Bokuto moves in, feeling warm thighs caress the sides of his face, and he turns his head to rest his lips on one of Akaashi’s inner thighs as a sharp exhale leaves his nose when he thumbs the outer lips of Akaashi’s pussy. 

And for a moment, Bokuto lets his hands stay there—as if he’s trying to indulge in the warmth of the skin surrounding Akaashi’s cunt—all while Bokuto leaves small kisses along his boyfriend’s thigh, the need to bite and suck on every square inch of skin on Akaashi consumes Bokuto until his mind goes a little hazy. 

Then—

Bokuto slides his fore and middle finger up Akaashi’s inner lips, coating his fingers with Akaashi’s arousal until the very tips of his fingers bump against the underside of the clit, and then he spreads his fingers apart—exposing all of Akaashi for Bokuto to admire. 

It has Bokuto’s dick twitching in his sweatpants, and he wets his lips as he delicately wraps his lips around Akaashi’s clit to give it a soft kiss—then he runs the very tip of his tongue down Akaashi’s slit as he gradually opens his mouth until he reaches Akaashi’s entrance, then running the flat of the tongue back up and through his folds until it flicks at the clit.

This time, Bokuto can hear the break in Akaashi’s levelled breathing with a small hitch, and Bokuto finds himself grinning—all lazy and amused—as he teases the outer lips of Akaashi’s pussy with his tongue, then he nips at the curve of skin where his cunt and inner thigh meets all while Bokuto presses the pad of his thumb against the clit that’s slowly becoming more swollen the more he gives it attention. 

Heat. 

That’s the first thing that Akaashi registers when he’s pulled out of a dream he’s already starting to forget. 

He’s not fully awake yet—sleep is still pulling at his edges, making everything fuzzy and thick. He keeps fading in and out of it, his mind hazy and his surroundings unknown.

But he’s a little more aware now to know that he feels hot. 

In his face. Chest. Stomach. Especially his legs—

He feels the heat under his skin, buzzing and intense, and Akaashi’s face screws with confusion because he doesn’t remember it being so hot in their room at night. 

Which leads to the next sensation that Akaashi notices—he’s wet between his thighs, and Akaashi grimaces because what the hell, is it that hot that he’s been sweating in his sleep? 

There’s a small grunt that comes from the back of Akaashi’s throat, and he opens his legs a little more in hopes to cool himself off. 

But then he hears another noise—a mumble or a groan from somewhere, his ears barely picking up on words that sound like “good” and “boy”. He must be dreaming still, right? 

Akaashi lets out a heavy exhale—the wetness is still there, though—but he’s still too tired to make himself fully wake up yet. 

The bed feels too comfy, and warm, and he barely sees any light streaming through his eyelids so he knows it’s either the middle of the night or too early in the morning.

He just wants to sleep a little more, he doesn’t want to get up. 

Plus—

The warmth and wetness between his legs aren’t so bad the more insistent it becomes. 

Something that he can deal with as he lets sleep drag him back under and he turns his face to the side to partially cover it with a pillow.

It has pleasant heat spreading in his stomach, and he lets out a breathy sigh—feeling all pliant and soft and—

And then there’s cool air brushing against him, and Akaashi immediately frowns when he feels it right between his inner thighs where—

Oh. 

Oh. 

He’s not wearing his boxers, Akaashi realizes with a steady increase in his heart rate, as he takes in the realization that his most intimate part is exposed for anyone to see if they walked in right now. 

A spot where he suddenly feels pressure pushing against it—something heavy and warm and wet sliding through him—and something firm, in what feels like fingers, pressing into the skin over his hips to keep him in place. 

A groan slips out of Akaashi, and he blearily moves his head—his eyes slowly cracking open—as bolts of electricity wreck through him as sleepiness fades away and he becomes more awake. 

He becomes more aware that there’s a body between his legs. That it’s not sweat but saliva tricking down his thighs and getting smeared all over. 

That it’s Bokuto being the reason Akaashi feels so hot, that there’s a throbbing ache in his lower stomach, and that the buzzing heat under his skin is gradually growing heavier and needier. 

Akaashi’s head still feels like it’s stuffed with a foggy haze, his body feels so droopy, but he still manages to blindly reach with one hand down his body until he feels loose, soft strands of Bokuto’s hair, and the only word he lets out is simple and laced with a moan. “‘Ko.” 

It’s all starting to come back to Akaashi the more worked up he gets, and the pressure that he’s now realizing is a tongue becomes demanding against his soaked cunt. 

He remembers what he told Bokuto last night. What he said Bokuto can do to him. 

Akaashi remembers how anxious but also really excited at the idea of Bokuto using him even as he slept. 

He doesn’t know why—maybe it’s because of the idea of Bokuto being so insatiable that he would fuck Akaashi even in his sleep—that does things to Akaashi. Like Bokuto can’t seem to get enough and always wants more of whatever Akaashi will give. 

The only thing is that Akaashi just assumed Bokuto would fuck him—fill Akaashi with his cock until he had his fill, but—

Akaashi relaxes into a shuddering breath, his fingers scratching Bokuto’s scalp as the man’s hair caresses Akaashi’s thighs and his tongue eagerly laps at his clit. 

—This is also good. Really fucking good. 

“Morning, Keiji,” Akaashi hears a muffled voice, still rough from sleep, and Akaashi keens at the vibrations against his cunt as Bokuto continues to lick him with that insanely determined tongue of his. 

The only reply Akaashi manages to give at the moment is a louder groan as he tugs on Bokuto’s hair, jerking into Bokuto’s touch and mouth as the pleasure overwhelms him so quickly with how Akaashi was merely thrown into it with no warning—a harsh wave of liquid heat waking him up and snapping all of his senses to focus on the orgasm that’s about to burst.

“Fuck,” Akaashi sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth, and he doesn’t mean to but—

His thighs squeeze together when Bokuto gives his sensitive clit quick, kitten licks—seemingly intent on getting Akaashi to crash so soon—and it has his thighs nearly suffocating Bokuto with how tight he’s clenching around the man’s head. 

But if Bokuto’s answering groan and increasing fever in the way he eats Akaashi out is anything to go by—

Bokuto doesn’t seem to mind at all. 

Because he doesn’t. 

He loves feeling Akaashi’s thighs—so nice and smooth but also firm with muscles—around him, blocking out all of his senses and the only thing he knows is Akaashi and how he feels and tastes. 

Bokuto revels in how Akaashi is growing more needy as he wakes up, and rocks his hips as he tries to fuck himself back in Bokuto’s mouth. 

It makes Bokuto’s head spins and spurs him on as he uses both thumbs to spread Akaashi’s cunt wide and flick his tongue over that engorged clit—fast and hard as if he’s so damn thirsty he might die if he stops. 

“God—Ko, shit—” The orgasm comes way too fast for Akaashi to prepare for it. To savour it. 

It spears through him and has his spine snapping as his whole body catches fire, and pulsing waves of pleasure trickle through him. 

Akaashi can’t speak, his mouth hanging open with a drawn-out moan, and he barely hears how Bokuto is groaning as well—his lips sucking on Akaashi’s clit until it starts to burn and Akaashi starts to shake at the overloading sensation of the push and pull between pleasure and pain. 

And when Akaashi is left panting, beads of sweat dampening his curls, and his fingers grow lax in Bokuto’s hair—

Bokuto lets go of Akaashi’s oversensitive clit with a gentle pull, and he licks his lips as golden eyes flicker up to watch Akaashi. 

How his chest billows as he tries to catch his breath, and Bokuto watches the line of Akaashi’s throat bob with a thick swallow. 

“…” Bokuto presses a smile into one of Akaashi’s inner thighs, his teeth delicately grazing the skin, and his thumb moves to prod at Akaashi’s hole—and Bokuto lets out a low breath through his nose at how wet Akaashi is. 

And Akaashi shivers at the small push of the tip of Bokuto’s thumb into him. 

It’s not unwelcome, but it’s still so soon with how sensitive Akaashi feels down there. 

His body feels like a puddle, and Akaashi is ready to go back to sleep after that pleasant—yet sudden—orgasm he just had. 

He should at least say something, though. And he prepares to do just that as Akaashi swallows—noting how dry his mouth feels—and wets his slightly chapped lips. 

But—

“Fuck—” Akaashi gasps instead, and his fingers instantly grip onto Bokuto’s strands—his words cut off in his throat—when he feels the same slick tongue replace the thumb that was playing with his hole, and he squeezes his legs to close reflexively. “Ko, wait—”

It’s not that he doesn’t want Bokuto to go again—hell, Akaashi loves the oversensitivity and Bokuto knows it. 

But he feels bad being the only one getting an orgasm right now. He wants to please Bokuto now that he’s fully awake and aroused. 

And yet—

“One more.” 

“I—” Akaashi gulps, seemingly unable to take a damn breath, and a shiver wracks through him, heat exploding at his nerve endings when Bokuto circles Akaashi’s wet entrance with his tongue.

“Just one more,” It almost sounds like a plea with how throaty and velvet-heavy Bokuto’s voice sounds—breathless like he’s drunk off just eating Akaashi out—and Akaashi thinks he’s just too weak to deny Bokuto anything when he asks so nicely as he runs his thumb up and down Akaashi’s folds. “Please, Keiji…just one more.” 

God—how do you even say ‘no’ when Bokuto is practically begging to have his mouth on Akaashi like that? 

Especially when Akaashi moves up to lean on his elbows, and tips his chin down to already find hooded honey eyes staring back at him—they’re so murky with desire and plea—with tousled hair that has Akaashi’s heart leaping in his throat. 

Sometimes, Akaashi wonders how the hell he got so lucky to have Bokuto all to himself.

“…” Akaashi huffs out a breath, a little amused and a little exasperated, and goes to lay his head back into the pillow, throwing one arm across his eyes as he closes them, and his other hand loosens in Bokuto’s hair, appreciating how only he gets to see Bokuto without the insane amount of gel covering his signature hairstyle. “You’re unbelievable.” 

He says that, and yet Bokuto watches how Akaashi’s thighs fall open to give Bokuto more room to work with—acting as some silent permission for Bokuto to do as he pleases.

And Bokuto grins, triumphant, as he moves to hook his hands under Akaashi’s thighs. His voice is sweet and thick like it’s been dipped in dark chocolate. “And you still love me.” 

Even if Akaashi has something to say to that, his mouth already forming a smile as they open—

He doesn’t get the chance to because Bokuto is quick on lifting Akaashi’s legs over his broad shoulders to rest on, and Bokuto is eagerly pushing forward to have his mouth back where he needs them. 

Slick excitement spirals up Akaashi’s spine when he feels Bokuto’s warm lips on him, causing Akaashi’s eyes to wrench open with a faint gasp. 

This time, when Bokuto puts his mouth back on Akaashi’s cunt—he’s slow at first. 

Languid licks of his tongue run from the bottom to the top of Akaashi’s slit, feeling and treasuring how Akaashi pulses against him as Bokuto gradually builds the arousal that’s beginning to simmer in Akaashi’s stomach again.

Bokuto takes his time with it. 

Low groans and huffs of breath leave Bokuto as he traces different patterns through Akaashi’s folds, his hands making a firm presence as it runs up Akaashi’s legs and hips, and Bokuto’s tongue is more worshipful with the way he licks Akaashi’s cunt and occasionally dipping into Akaashi’s hole. 

Akaashi will never understand it but—

Bokuto makes it seem like he’s doing this for himself just as much as it is for Akaashi—like he enjoys eating Akaashi out as much as Akaashi likes having Bokuto’s mouth on him. 

Of course, Akaashi isn’t complaining as Boktuo closes his lips to pull his clit into his mouth—his tongue giving firm strokes over and over until the tension inside Akaashi spreads so thin and hot that he swears it’s about to snap. 

It’s just…it honestly feels surreal to Akaashi because what man begs to go down on their partner? 

Apparently, Bokuto does. 

And that feeling alone is intoxicating. 

Time seems to blur the longer Bokuto works at Akaashi’s cunt, his strokes growing faster and hungrier with a bit more pressure, his attention focusing more on the clit to add sparks of heat slicking up Akaashi’s spine. 

Then Bokuto slides his mouth down, and the hand above Akaashi’s face quickly moves to grip the sheets when he feels Bokuto’s tongue push inside him—fucking him with a newfound intensity that has Akaashi nearly crushing Bokuto’s head with his thighs. 

It’s not the same whenever Bokuto fingers him or has his dick inside Akaashi—it doesn’t give that same satisfying feeling of being full. 

But Bokuto’s tongue is hot and so wet and flexible—

And Bokuto is an insatiable lover that will try to get his tongue as deep as it can go—the very tip of it just barely grazing over Akaashi’s sweet spot, causing Akaashi to let out a wet moan and jerk his hips into Bokuto’s face. 

Bokuto doesn’t even care that he has saliva running down his chin with some of Akaashi’s arousal coating him. 

Not when Akaashi is gripping onto his hair and fucking himself on Bokuto’s tongue—blindly chasing that second orgasm and letting out unashamed moans to colour the air around them—and Bokuto swears he can feel his cock leaking just by that alone. 

And the thing about Bokuto is that the way he is and acts in his everyday life translates well into how he is in bed. 

He’s passionate and messy when he eats Akaashi out—putting his all into it, loud as ever with the groans he lets out against Akaashi’s cunt, and he’s not one for being delicate. 

He gets saliva and Akaashi’s fluids everywhere, sloppy and uncaring how messy it may get as he curls his tongue inside Akaashi’s hole, licking his way through drenched folds until his tongue is undulating against Akaashi’s swollen clit—

He just wants more. He wants Akaashi to feel good. 

And Akaashi thinks he might drown from the intensity of it all as his muscles grow tight, and he inhales short, deep breaths that are tinged with a groan. 

A litany of curses falls from Akaashi’s lips when Bokuto decides to slip his middle finger in—not too far, but enough to tease Akaashi and massage that spongey spot inside him. 

“Oh god—” Akaashi clenches around Bokuto’s finger, his hips bucking up in response. 

And Boktuo grunts—one hand coming down to hold Akaashi’s hips to keep him pinned in place, while his other hand is busy fucking Akaashi all while his thumb is strumming his cunt. 

And it shouldn’t be so hot that Bokuto can keep Akaashi down with just one hand like that—

But at the moment—it has Akaashi growing so heated in his cheeks and his pussy pulses at the fact that Bokuto can casually show off his strength like that with barely any effort. 

It’s also what has Akaashi finally cumming for the second time.

“Fuck—Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, Koutarou—” 

Heat burns in Akaashi’s chest, his cheeks tingle, his sense of hearing is gone, and he thinks he might actually stop breathing as his orgasm throbs through him—consuming him as white-hot pleasure spreads and his back arches as much as it can as he moans with Boktuo’s name on his tongue. 

And Bokuto watches with half-lidded eyes as Akaashi throws his head back, his chest rising and falling so rapidly as he cums on Boktuo’s fingers and tongue, all while Boktuo works him through it—his finger never stopping while he flicks his tongue over Akaashi’s clit with fast strokes until he can feel the strain in his mouth. 

Bokuto doesn’t stop until he feels Akaashi’s body violently twitching, and he hears Akaashi’s moan bleeding into broken gasps and sobs as the pleasure turns into pain and overstimulation. 

But even then—

He doesn’t let up without giving Akaashi’s—now dripping—cunt one, wide lick with his tongue. As if Bokuto wants to cherish everything and how Akaashi tastes. 

Like the man can’t bear the thought of parting from it before he reluctantly leans back with a heavy breath, and wipes his mouth with his thumb, panting as he recovers from basically suffocating himself between Akaashi’s legs. 

Everything feels slow and out of place as Akaashi gradually comes back to himself. 

It feels like forever when everything isn’t so hot and blurry, and Akaashi can breathe again as he inhales a long, heavy breath. 

It’s not an easy task for Akaashi to lift his legs off Bokuto’s shoulders to let them fall on the bed—he feels so limp and worn out and he didn’t even do anything. 

Huffing out a breath, Akaashi grimaces a little at all the wetness on his body starting to cool from the air—but his face quickly smooths into a peaceful cadence when he feels Bokuto’s hands come back to cover his body, fingers working on Akaashi’s thighs with a gentle massage. 

And, eventually, Bokuto breaks the comfortable silence with a soft voice. “You okay?” 

Such a simple question, and it never fails to do things to Akaashi’s heart whenever Bokuto always asks. 

Akaashi hums, stretching his legs, and finally look down—

Only for his face to light up with surprise at how utterly debauched Bokuto looks. 

His chin is shiny with either saliva or Akaashi’s fluids—or perhaps both, he can’t tell—and Bokuto’s hair is a mess, locks falling everywhere that makes Akaashi’s heart do little flips in his chest. 

It’s a sight that Akaashi can barely stifle a small snort from, trying to hide his fond smile behind the back of his palm as he nods with a hum. “I feel great, just tired.” 

Bokuto figures given the sleepy eyes Akaashi is looking at him with. 

A seemingly proud grin forms on Bokuto’s face, and he gives Akaashi’s thighs a light squeeze before he moves off the bed. “Good, we still have some time for sleep before we need to get ready.” 

Akaashi frowns, too lazy to turn his head up to look at the digital clock on their nightstand. “What time is it?” 

Bokuto’s answering wince in his eyes is nothing short of sheepish. “Too early.” 

And that’s all he gives Akaashi before he turns to leave for the restroom to wash his face, all while Akaashi allows his body sink into the mattress—feeling pleasantly content and soft—as he waits for Bokuto to come back to sleep with him. 

Even if the bed is a little damp and Akaashi feels sticky from Bokuto’s ministrations—

He doesn’t care when he has Bokuto pulling him against a hard chest—so warm and secure—and he’s giving Akaashi a slow and sweet kiss on the lips before they slip back to sleep for a few more hours. 

They can wait until later on to shower and clean up. 

For now—Akaashi is too relaxed and comfortable to even fathom the idea of getting out of bed and leaving Bokuto’s side. 

…And maybe later on, Bokuto is the one waking up this time to a short and sudden orgasm when he feels a hot mouth wrapped around him, sucking him off until Bokuto is writhing underneath Akaashi and groaning as he pulls on curly dark hair.  

Both of them making more of a mess on their bed which they undoubtedly need to clean after all of this. 

But that’s a story for another day. 

End.

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•The Type of Person Akaashi Keiji is•

Akaashi x Reader fanfic

- 783 words

Akaashi Keiji is the type of guy that would always bring you flowers just because. He’s the type of guy that could probably handle you no matter how crazy you are. Akaashi Keiji is a person that would always stick by you and cares for you in your lowest times. He’s the type of man to read books to you while you cuddle.

He’s the type to always remember the small details. He’s the type of guy that would practice saying “present” when his teacher is taking role because of his social anxiety. Akaashi Keiji always messes with his hands when he’s anxious. He’s the type to make pinky promises with you and never break them. Akaashi Keiji is a big tease.

He’s the type of guy that if something caught your eye he would buy it for you the next day. He’s the type of guy to help you study if you’re struggling. Akaashi is the type to ask you if he can hold your hand etc. because he likes consent and making you feel safe is important to him. Akaashi Keiji is the type to always and I mean always write you love letters because he just can’t help himself.

He’s the type of guy that if you had a bad day he’d make or get your favorite meal and let you vent out to him. He’s the type of guy that would hold your hand or rub his thumb over your hand when either of you guys gets anxious. He’s an amazing gift giver because of how observant he is. He has the type of eyes that you could just get lost in over and over again. His hair is probably really soft to run your hands through.

He’s extremely insecure about his hands even though they’re perfect. He always compares himself to others when he does something wrong even tho he’s perfect the way he is. He loves reading but loves reading even more in a cafe. He doesn’t enjoy studying much but he does it anyways. He always finds out a way to deal with Bokuto. He may lose his temper rarely but when he does he always makes it up to you. Akaashi is the type of guy that tends to keep his problems to himself and that leads to them piling up.

He’s absolutely willing to dance with you in the rain. Akaashi Keiji loves to cook with you. He always says good morning and goodnight. Akaashi is the type of guy that would stare at you for a long time and never notice until you catch him but he still ends up doing it every time. He’s the type of guy that always, always hypes you up, he’s your number one supporter. He loves when you come to his volleyball games and support and Cheer for him, even though he’ll get nervous.

Akaashi definitely gives you pet names like “my love” or “darling”. He’s the type that will not let you open or hold doors while he’s around. He loves forehead kisses whether it’s giving them or receiving them. He’s the type to hum songs that are stuck in his head. If you fall asleep somewhere he’ll always carry you back to bed. He’ll gladly give piggyback rides. Bookstore dates, coffee dates, boba dates, study dates, and stargazing dates are a must, with Akaashi. He’s the type to have such good handwriting that it makes you jealous.

He always cherishes every gift you give him, big or small. He’s the type of guy that would have a hair tie on his wrist just in case you need one. I know for a fact if you bought him flowers he’d blush like crazy. Even though it doesn’t seem like it from the outside, I swear if you date him he’d actually be a huge dork <3. He’d be so happy if you and Bokuto were friends.

If you beg him enough Akaashi would wear matching outfits with you. If you don’t feel like cleaning because you’re in a bad state, he’ll gladly clean up everything for you. Be always compliments you. He definitely has an act of service love language or just sarcasm as his love language. Akaashi is the type of guy that would ask you to let him attempt doing your makeup. Akaashi Keiji is definitely a romantic. He has an amazing style of clothes. He may not look it but he’d be protective over you. He definitely has stage fright. He’d have an amazing playlist. Akaashi is probably really good with claw machines, it’s a talent he has. He seems like the type of guy that likes the rain. Akaashi Keiji has the sweetest and warmest smile you’ve seen.

This is the type of guy I think Akaashi Keiji is :)

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[bokutosmochi]

MISTER OBLIVIOUS, EYES ON HIM

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bon appetit!

he's absolutely oblivious to how attractive how he is, how he manages to charm people around him without putting any effort in it at all and it's irritating and agitating to people around the world who are trying their best to woo the girl next door, only to fail.

whenever he enters a room, all eyes immediately shift towards him, someone who's dressed in a simple white t-shirt and jeans. he carries himself with a quiet confidence, not cockiness, but confidence. if you look hard enough, you may even spot some people who's jaws have dropped at the angel-like beauty of the man who just entered the room so nonchalantly, like he didn't cast a spell on ninety nine percent of the people seated there.

beating fast was the heart of the person who managed to get lucky enough to sit next to him, something some people found themselves jealous of and they knew it was weird and immature of them because they do not know who this man is and there's a very big chance they'll never see them again - and you can bet that they are very upset about this fact - yet they can't help themselves. they are unable to shake this envious feeling off.

he looked even better in person when you can see the finer details of his face. it wasn't clear, yet the old acne scars that one could only assume was from his teenage years, the superficial wrinkes, the pores, the facial texture only added to his beauty. eyes were pretty, not only one single shade of color, though of course there was one that's dominant. from up close, you can see different hues specks designed across his irises, as if it was a project by a gods, perfected and specially made to grace the people of this earth. his hair laid perfectly on top of his head. although there were a couple of fly aways, it suit him. it made him look better and maybe that's a concept difficult to grasp for some people, but that's because they haven't had the blessing that is to see this man looks like a god amongst mortals.

you pity them.

a hand raised to brush a stray strand of hair from his visage and the person next to him couldn't help but swallow and look away, yet that didn't last very long. the temptation to look at this man again was so intense it was almost painful.

yet he doesn't know this

several people have tried to tell him this, friends, teammates, and fans alike, but he never really believed them. not wholeheartedly, anyway.

instead, he continues to be mister oblivious with eyes on him.

SAKUSA, akaashi, OJIRO, SAWAMURA, iwaizumi

i get: reblog

you get: strawberry pocky

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[greycappedjester]

Hi! I’m a huge fan of you hq @ hogwarts series, and I just wanted to tell you how much I appreciate the thought and care you put into it!

I’m gonna 100% honest, I found the series last year after searching something to do with Akaashi and Hogwarts (because Akaashi is my all time favorite character) and it pulled up Akaashi Keiji and the Department of Mysteries. When I saw it wasn’t the first book, I immediately went and read the other ones so I could get to the one about my boy, and I’m so happy I did.

ALSO, I was wondering if you had any tips for other fanfic writers? I love writing, but one thing I’ve always struggled with is motivation. I’m writing an Akaashi Spider-man fic rn, and I have the entire plot down to every chapter planned out, I just can’t really get myself to actually write it.

Yay! I'm glad you're liking Hq at Hogwarts! Thank you!

Hmm, advice for motivation. I'd say I have three main things. I think my source of lack of writing motivation comes from three things: (1) I'm tried from just life stuff and want to chill and do nothng--which don't get me wrong everyone needs some of but it's a hard cycle to break even when you want to; (2) there's soemthing in the plot not working; (3) I want a scene to be perfect and it's not working right. So, I'll give advice that I feel helps each.

1.) Make writing a habit. Sometimes it'll be brutal and tough; but, you still gotta just try. I try to have at least one writing session a day where I can at least look at my writing and try to write for at least 10 minutes. After 10 minutes, if it's not coming, I'll take a break. But, more often than not, when I start at 10 minutes, I actually end up keep going w/ the momentum and write for like an hour. I advise not setting a timer or anything for the 10 minutes, just start writing and see what time it is when you look up.

2.) I'm a big big believer in having a detailed plan before I start writing. I know some people don't write with plans in mind; but, honestly, I love my plans. The most trouble I have with motivation is when I'm too vauge in my plan and I'm not sure how I want to handle it. I can give a lot more advice on planning that I'll save for now so I don't get off track; but, what I can say for now is ask yourself what needs to happen in this scene/chapter? What's the point? What does it lead to? What led to it? Why does the readers have to have this scene in the plot? Sometimese these can be character things like: to show this characters struggle or to make them more sympathetic. Or world building things like to show what is happening in the larger world or explain this plot mechanic. Sometimes it can be things that won't be clear to the reader immediately like to introduce a minor background detail that hints to a larger reveal later. Obviously scenes can do more of these at once; but, once you know the "point" of the scene, I find it a lot easier to write.

3.) Always, always remember it doesn't have to be perfect. You can rewrite that scene as much as you want. The first time you write it, all it needs to do is just be there. You can worry about making it better later.

So, yeah, here's my very non-professional advice but hope it helps.

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[shxtodxroki]

Match-Up Exchange

This is a Haikyuu match-up exchange done for @mysterystarz for a match-up exchange we arranged! Hi hi Nova! Doing this exchange with you was a lot of fun, and I noticed from your info we have quite a bit in common (for example French music! I’ll probably DM you to ask for recs at some point since I took French for several years and really liked a lot of the music we heard lol) and you seem like a really nice person, so I hope you enjoy the match-up I gave you and that we can keep in contact after this :> I worked really hard to make this nice and I'm lowkey a little nervous to post it after how cute yours was lol so I really hope you enjoy it! (Also apologies for any typos, I only briefly proofread this before posting so I hope I caught them all!)

I’d Match You With:

Keiji Akaashi! :)

Reasoning:

While I was reading your description I initially had a few people in mind, but as I learned more about you and especially the things you look for in a partner, he’s definitely the one that stood out the most to me. Akaashi would be able to be pretty much the perfect partner for you based on your needs, and I think he’d admire and respect you a whole lot as well because you have so many traits he looks for in a partner as well.

He thinks you're so intelligent, both in terms of like, book-smarts and also emotionally, and he also finds you so beautiful and just a wonderful person to be around. The two of you fit together like puzzle pieces and your relationship would genuinely be so loving and healthy, the perfect model of a communicative, sturdy relationship and he loves not only how secure your relationship is, but also the way you still make him feel butterflies even after you’ve been together for so long <3

Headcanons About Your Relationship:

- First of all, Keiji definitely respects how you need some time to yourself, in fact he thinks it’s a good practice and tries to do the same for himself. He’s more on the introverted side, so getting that time to recharge, enjoy some of his hobbies, and just think about what he plans to do in the future allows him to be a much better, more present and attentive partner to you when you are together. He really respects that you know yourself and your needs so well, and is happy to give you some time to yourself whenever you need it

- If you want soft, content love, Akaashi’s also definitely the man for you. Seeing you wake up with bedhead not only makes him giggle but he’ll either run his hands through it to tame it or sometimes even playfully ruffle it a bit depending on how he’s feeling, and he’s also the kind of boyfriend who makes you lunch and writes a sweet, unique note in it every single day no matter what <3 He’s also always taking your hand in his and rubbing his thumb over your knuckles or bringing them up to his mouth for a kiss, or helping you to bed when you've had a long day and passed out on the couch waiting for him to come home as he tucks you in and snuggles up to you with a kiss on the forehead <3 Your guys’ relationship is so soft and domestic it’s absolutely adorable

- And he definitely plans the cutest, sweetest dates for the two of you. Sometimes he gets ideas online and fits them in with your interests, like the time he took you to a cozy little bookstore and you each got to pick out a new book for each other (except he ended up getting you a whole series, he wanted to spoil you a bit </3) and then you walk to a nearby cafe and get drinks and pastries while you each enjoy the book the other got you :> Or the time he set up a date night where you each start a painting and swap every few minutes to create art together <3 He loves doing things together and is definitely the type to hang one of the finished paintings on his wall so he can look at it and be reminded of what a fun date that was and of how much he loves watching you paint and getting to make something with you

- Keiji’s also a very good communicator. He’s the type to never raise his voice at you no matter how upset he is, he doesn’t find it productive or helpful at all and it only hurts you (and honestly, he just doesn’t like yelling at all) so he never does it. He tries his best to always resolve issues before going to bed, and whenever he’s upset, he won’t hide it but will bring it up in a gentle way. When you come to him with issues, he does his best to listen without getting defensive and apologizes when necessary, and because of how well you both communicate with each other and how you both prioritize each other’s feelings even during disagreements, you rarely ever have serious arguments and are constantly bettering yourselves and your relationship together

- He’s also so, so good at comforting you <3 He knows it can be hard to tell even those you’re closest with when you’re feeling anxious or just having a rough day, so over time he’s learned some of the biggest signs and tells of your anxiety worsening so he can comfort you without you needing to explicitly ask him to. He always starts by making you a nice warm cup of tea and putting a nice, clean set of the softest sheets you own on the bed, and then he invites you to join him and lay in his arms in bed, though he doesn’t push if you say no. If you let him he rubs your back or rubs his hands gently up and down your arms, listening if you want to vent or tell him about how you’re feeling and reassuring you with such kind, loving words it makes your heart melt. He never gets tired or annoyed of reassuring you, he loves you and is more than willing to make sure you know that all the time

- And when he knows you’re going through a rough patch mentally, he likes making you little self-care packs filled with some of your favorite things. He keeps a list of specific things he knows you enjoy in his phone, like specific scents you mention liking a lot, so when you’re having a tough week you’ll come home one day and find a basket sitting on your bed filled with a new squishmallow, some cozy, fuzzy socks with cute patterns on them, your favorite brand of tea packets, a lotion/perfume duo in your favorite scent, some new lip balm, a few sweet snacks he knows are your favorite, a brand new mug or a new book, and his hoodie tucked beneath it all along with a note detailing all of the many, many things he loves about you <3

- He also really, truly appreciates how perceptive, and empathetic, and comforting you can be when he’s going through a hard time. He’s not always one who’s quick to speak up when he’s feeling down or going through something, so having a partner like you who knows him so well that you catch his troubles before he tells you about him is such a relief to him, and your comfort and emotional support during these times is the one thing that keeps him going when he feels like he can’t share that part of himself with anyone else <3 He’s careful to never take for granted your kindness and support or abuse your gentle side in any way, but he’s truly thankful for the way you open him up to receiving kindness and support

- On a lighter note, I think Akaashi is definitely the kind of boyfriend who’s willing to deal with bugs for you :> He usually prefers to take them outside if he can rather than killing them, but they literally don’t phase him at all so when he hears you shrieking across the house about a bug you found he just lets out a soft chuckle before grabbing some paper and a cup and getting up to take care of it for you <3

- He love love loves listening to your rambles too, he thinks one of your most endearing habits is how you love to share all the things you learn with him even when it’s about totally random things like the effects of glucose :) And he IS genuinely listening I promise, he actively engages in the conversation and adds stuff if it’s something he knows about because he loves being able to go back and forth with you and give you a chance to share all of the knowledge you collect (and be able to share his as well when he has the opportunity!)

- Also he definitely thinks you’re so so pretty, and he tells you this very frequently. He thinks your glasses look absolutely adorable on you, and he’s particularly fond of the beauty mark beneath your eye and your dimples :> They’re prime kissing points for him, he’s constantly absentmindedly leaning in and kissing you in one of these spots because he just finds them so unique and pretty and does it without even thinking most times

- He also really like participating in more of your active hobbies with you! Biking and hiking are both things he finds super interesting and help him get his work-outs in during volleyball season, so he loves going out with you and even sometimes brings stuff along so that once the two of you have finished your hike, you can have a cute little picnic at your final destination with some of your favorite homemade foods and treats <3

- Bonus: This is short but honestly I just think he'd really vibe with your music tastes and would listen to a lot of the same artists you do (I get the feeling he'd be a Lana fan in particular personally) so he loves sharing playlists with you since you two already listen to so much of the same music!)

Second Choice:

I very, VERY seriously considered matching you with Daichi, and he was actually my initial thought when I read about the things you’d like in a partner in particular (since he has a lot of those same qualities as Akaashi, where he’s the level-headed, gentle kind of person and a great communicator as well). However, you mentioning your interest in academics and reading and wanting someone you could learn from him and vice/versa was when Akaashi came to my mind and eventually won out since I definitely feel like he’d be more interested in those kinds of things, though I think Daichi would be a good choice too :> 

Song For Your Relationship:

You Are In Love by Taylor Swift <3

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[mari-writes]

🐰💕

Bokuto loves rabbits.

They are second only to owls, he says, for his favorite animal ever.

“They’re just so cute, ‘kaashi!” He grins as they watch a small cottontail hop across the path in front of them. They’d been walking home from Fukurodani after another late night practice when Bokuto had spotted the creature. “And they can jump so far, just like me!”

Akaashi has to hold back his smile. “Have you ever had one as a pet, Bokuto-san?”

The other boy sighs. “No.” He’s crouched down, still watching the animal intently as it leaps into a bush. “My sisters had adopted a dog before I was born. My parents thought it was a bad idea to have both. I loved that pup, but I’ve always wanted a bunny!”

“Hmm." Akaashi nods. “Did you know that you can house train rabbits, Bokuto-san? So they can roam around the house independently. Almost like a cat.”

“Really?” Bokuto gasps. “That’s really cool! I never liked how people kept bunnies in tiny cages. They need space to hop around!”

“Agreed.”

Six years and one mutual confession later, Akaashi surprises Bokuto with a special anniversary gift.

“Oh my gosh.” The man’s eyes are wide when he sees where Akaashi had brought him: the local animal shelter, to pick out a bunny to adopt. “Are you serious, Keiji?!”

Akaashi smiles. “Very.” He follows his boyfriend into the facility and heads towards the rabbit room, where a volunteer instructs them to thoroughly wash their hands. She introduces them to each bunny, giving them information about how they arrived here and their personality.

“What’s this one’s name?” Bokuto asks, pointing into a kennel where a large tan rabbit is lounging. The animal has two long ears, one sticking up and the other pointing down. The quirk is charming.

“That’s Buttons. Four years old. She’s been with us for a while. She’s sweet, but a bit bigger than most of the other bunnies. A lot of the time families are looking for a baby, or a smaller breed…”

“She’s perfect!”

They bring Buttons home that day. After setting up her food and litter tray, as well as a comfy bed, they watch as she hops around their small living room, her body excitedly twitching at all of the new sights, sounds and smells.

Bokuto is obviously enamored. He lies on his stomach, at her level, grinning as she curiously explores the space.

She suddenly notices Bokuto, who goes very still as she approaches him hesitantly. Slowly, she stretches her neck out until the two of them just barely bump noses.

Akaashi’s heart clenches.

It takes a while for Buttons to get completely comfortable, but eventually, she relaxes into her new home. Occasionally, Akaashi will arrive home late from work and find his boyfriend on the couch, Buttons snuggled into his side or on his chest. 

It’s times like these that Akaashi remembers just how gentle Bokuto is. The man is tall and broad, known for his loud, overwhelming personality both on and off the volleyball court. It’s understandable that he might frighten away a skittish animal.

But it’s not the case. Bokuto’s gentle nature is one of Akaashi’s favorite things about him. The way he holds Buttons so carefully, his large hands tucking her in close. How he speaks softly to her.

It reminds Akaashi of how Bokuto acts around his nieces and nephews, and his young fans. He just seems to know exactly how much force and volume to use around them. Back in high school he had even befriended Yachi Hitoka, the most nervous person Akaashi had ever met.

One afternoon, on a rare day they both have off work, the three of them are lounging together on the couch. Akaashi looks down at Buttons, who is snoozing contentedly on the cushion between them. He smiles. 

“She seems to like it here,” he says, reaching out to scratch her between the shoulders. Her fur is soft to the touch. 

“Yeah,” Bokuto breathes. His hand is suddenly on Akaashi’s, squeezing it slightly. Akaashi takes the hint, moving his palm to thread their fingers together. He squeezes back. 

“Thank you again, Keiji,” he says, quietly, and Akaashi turns to meet his boyfriend’s soft gaze. “I love her so much.”

He leans in, his lips finding Bokuto’s in a soft kiss. “I’m glad. And me too. I never expected to have a rabbit, but I definitely understand the appeal now. They’re wonderful.”

“Especially Buttons!”

Akaashi chuckles. “Especially Buttons.”

Bokuto and Akaashi go on to have many pets throughout the course of their lives together: a few cats and dogs, a couple of lizards, even some chickens when they move to a more rural home on the outskirts of Osaka after Bokuto retires. 

But it’s always special when they adopt rabbits. 

They make sure the first pet they get for their daughter is a bunny, which teaches her how to be gentle and kind to something so vulnerable. Akaashi reads to her the myth of the Rabbit on the Moon, and about how she was born in the Year of the Rabbit–granting her an extra lucky life.

“Papa, how do I know if Marshmallow loves me?” Their daughter asks, carefully petting the bunny’s white coat. 

“It’s about trust,” Bokuto smiles. “She trusts you enough to hold her, to not hurt her, to feed and care for her. Rabbits learn to love through trust.”

He glances at Akaashi, who smiles back warmly and nods. 

“That’s love.”

//

Happy Year of the Rabbit! 🐇❤️ Buttons is based on my first pet, a big bunny with the same funny looking ears. I miss her. Please, if you enjoyed this, comment and share! It really helps. Also, I recently launched a ko-fi if you’d like to support me there! 

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[jinwoosungs]

{ 69 }

always.

timeskip.akaashi keiji x fem.reader

akaashi keiji will always be your first choice.

something about his subtle beauty spoke volumes to you, and you recall quickly becoming drawn to him the moment you had first met him.

you were someone newly hired at a publishing company, feeling excited at the thought of reading and editing various pieces of literature before helping such works get published. it was during this time that you had met with the quiet man simply known as akaashi as he helped train you.

his blue eyes appeared gentle, and he was always so patient with you when it came to showing you the ins and out of the company. his soft voice and mild manner of speaking made you desperate to know who he truly was on the inside, and you found yourself developing quite the crush on him.

you always stood by his side, always interested in what he had to say and the tidbits of his life he would give you whenever you asked. in the short time you had come to know him, you steadily felt your crush on him morph into something much stronger.

always one to be confident in your own feelings, the moment you realized you were falling for him was the moment you asked him out. your gaze was unwavering when they met with his true blue eyes, telling him honestly how much you liked him as you hoped to be able to take him out-

and by some miracle, he accepts your confession with little hesitation.

you were so enamored with him that you honestly couldn't see anyone else other than akaashi. most of your days were spent admiring his features all while running your hands across his soft strands of hair. he was the perfect boyfriend to you, always wanting to protect you and make you happy in the best of ways.

when your one year anniversary arrived was when you both decided to move in together, and you were both in a blissful stupor. sometimes, life would creep up on you and make you have arguments here and there, but even on those rare occasions you knew you loved akaashi enough to work through them.

but sadly, something happened tonight that took a toll on him, shaking his confidence to the core as it broke your heart.

you had decided to go out and celebrate at one of your favorite restaurants after completing a particularly long project. akaashi orders all of your favorite foods, and you enjoyed partaking in such decadent meals. the two of you were simply enjoying your dinner and having a pleasant conversation together, taking the time to de-stress after work. after some time has passed, akaashi excuses himself to the restroom, leaving you all alone at your table.

you busied yourself with sips of your drink, not paying any attention when suddenly a stranger slides himself up to you, "whoa, what's a beauty like you doing here all alone?"

you frown at his poor attempt of flirting with you, moving your body away from him when you blatantly tell him that you had a boyfriend and that he was using the restrooms.

"please, is this just a poorly veiled excuse to ditch me?"

now he was really pissing you off, "no, i mean it. if my keiji was here, he'd be really angry with you trying to flirt with me."

"is there a problem, honey?"

"keiji!"

for a brief moment, the asshole stiffens, realizing his mistake when he turns around to face your boyfriend-

yet the façade of fear quickly breaks when he finally sees akaashi in the flesh. a bark of laughter resounds all across the restaurant as the man points a rude finger at your boyfriend. "please, that lanky guy is your boyfriend? how pathetic is that! can he really protect you like a man should?"

akaashi says nothing, allowing his hair to cover his eyes, rendering his expression blank and indecipherable.

"listen, babe, when you want to lose the nobody to get with a somebody like me, you let me know. i'll be here waiting for you with open arms." he continues to laugh, ready to walk away from you when he brushes past your boyfriend. you thought that akaashi was going to remain silent, ready to speak your mind on his behalf until your boyfriend places a hand on the asshole's shoulder.

"i can and will protect her like a man should. and i'll start by making an example out of you." immediately, a fist meets with the man's jaw, instantly knocking him to the ground. you watch with a deep admiration when he places a few bills on the table while taking a hold of your hand, "please don't disrespect us ever again."

you were so happy, so proud of your boyfriend for sticking up for you. there was even a little bounce in your step when you followed akaashi out of the restaurant. however, the moment you were both outside, there was a major shift felt. akaashi immediately let's go of your hand, swiftly walking towards the parked car without looking at you.

he unlocks it without a word, starting the car just as you take a seat on the passenger side. you knew that incident at the restaurant made him upset, and you hated the fact that such a rude jerk had ruined what was supposed to be a happy night for both you and him. your hands ached with the urge to reach out and comfort him, but more than anything, you knew he needed space and loved him enough to give it to him.

the ride back was silent, and you could almost see the gears turning from within akaashi's mind. his fists kept clutching at the steering wheel, making you blurt out, "you know i love you, right?"

your words cut through his reverie, but instead of giving you a smile, he winces; like hearing your confession pained him. akaashi spares you a brief glance along with a tight smile. "i know, baby. i love you as well."

the rest of the ride home was tense, with your hands constantly clenching and unclenching against your lap. upon arriving home, akaashi still treated you like a gentleman would and opens the door for you. you stand awkwardly to the side, wanting to take this chance and talk to your boyfriend. yet the moment he locks the door, he excuses himself and goes into one of the spare bedrooms, already deciding that he needed to separate himself away from you.

you sigh and allow the hot tears to fall freely from your eyes. even though it was hard, you still wanted to give akaashi the space he needed and not potentially overwhelm him with your presence. you kept repeating to yourself that he was simply upset and needed time to think, that he was allowed to feel all of those emotions going through him all at once.

so you go through the motions of your nightly routine. you take off your makeup and toss your dirty clothes into the closest bin for your next laundry day. knowing that akaashi wouldn't be joining you in bed was what prompts you to choose one of his oversized shirts as your sleep wear. with you pressing your nose against the collar of his shirt, you turn on the lamp and grab your phone, hoping to feel tired after decompressing with some videos.

a few hours passed with you cuddling close to akaashi's side of the bed whilst you slept. you were aware of how your body kept tossing and turning, unable to stay asleep for long as you found yourself missing the comfortable warmth of your boyfriend.

maybe you weren't strong enough to give akaashi his space after all.

you huff, turning over in bed so that your back was now pressed against the mattress. you clench your eyes shut for a few seconds before tossing aside your blankets. grabbing one of your pillows, you allow your feet to pad through the hallway, walking toward the spare bedroom. you press your ears against the wooden door and give it a gentle knock, "keiji? i'm coming in, okay?"

opening the door, you felt your heart ache all over again at seeing akaashi's lone form curled up in bed. it seemed as though he were trembling, and you couldn't stand not being able to hold him any longer.

crawling on top of the bed, you felt it dip with your added weight. wrapping your arms around akaashi, you press gentle kisses behind his neck, pressing your chest against his back all while running a comforting hand through his hair, "keiji, baby, tell me what's wrong; don't block me out, love."

you stayed in that position for several minutes, not hearing akaashi utter a single word. he was so quiet, you thought he had already fallen asleep. breathing out a deep sigh, you carefully push yourself away from him, only to be stopped by his arm wrapping themselves around you.

he flips back on to his chest, allowing you to lay on top of him as he ran a hand up and down your back. he still didn't have the courage to look at you, keeping those eyes glued to the ceiling while speaking to you, "i'm sorry, for getting so upset."

you shake your head and decide to distract yourself by pressing kisses against his chest. "there's no need to apologize for your feelings, keiji."

he closes his eyes, and you felt something soft press against your head, "thank you, my love."

you cuddle yourself even closer to him, resting your chin against his collarbone while asking, "can i ask why you were so upset?"

akaashi groans, lifting up a hand to run through his locks of hair. "i guess talking to that guy opened up old insecurities, that's all."

"what?!" completely left in shock at hearing his confession, you straddle his waist to get a better look at him. "why would you feel so insecure when you're just so perfect?"

he chuckles, but still couldn't hide the melancholic look in his eyes. "although i'm happy that you think of me so highly, i guess i just never felt like i would be anyones first choice." akaashi swallows thickly, his voice turning hoarse when he continues, "i'm not confident and fun like bokuto, nor am i charming and handsome like oikawa and kuroo. i am pretty lanky and a bit more on the leaner side than muscular. each time i'm with you, i always feel as though you'd be happier with someone that wasn't me."

your eyes were still wide with disbelief. all of those traits akaashi had told you that he hated were actually ones that you adored. you loved his lankiness and soft features. you loved how he wasn't boisterous or loud like any other man and found comfort in his quiet company. shaking your head, you figured the best way to convince your boyfriend that you loved him was simply by showing him.

leaning down so that your lips could meet with his, you give him a gentle kiss, allowing your hands the pleasure of delving into his hair. feeling grateful that he returned your kiss, you continue with deepening it, never once wanting to break away from him until he could feel the amount of love you put into the kiss.

the need for air proves to be strong enough to pull you away from him first, making you sigh as you rest your forehead against his. "do you have any idea just how much you mean to me? just how much i love you?"

"i-i'm aware." akaashi answers with a blush dyeing his cheeks.

"then you must know that all those so-called imperfections you listed were the exact traits that made me fall in love with you to begin with."

you relish in the look of wonder in his eyes, watching carefully as his expression turns into that of a more happier one. practically basking in his happiness, you decide to press kisses all across his features. from his forehead to his closed eyelids, you allow your lips to gently trace all across the contours of his face before lingering at his jawline, where you continue to press butterfly kisses all across his skin.

"you must know that i will always choose you, akaashi keiji. even in the presence of a million of these so-called perfect guys for me, i will always choose you." it's then that you allow yourself to travel down his throat, where your lips touches the base of it.

"always?" akaashi asks once more in a breathless whisper.

"always." was your final answer before you decided to shower him with your love and affections.

a.n. - i've been reading some stories lately where akaashi has always been a rebound or a second choice of some sort to the main love interest, and decided to change it with this story. this is currently unedited, but i'll fix some things here and there once it's posted ♡

all stories are written by asahinakiri; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed

#akaashi keiji fluff #akaashi keiji x reader #akaashi keiji x you #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #akaashi keiji #.stories

[no1frogfan]

Desire lines, part 2

Kuroo x afab reader

Series synopsis: Against his wishes, Kuroo must hire a personal assistant. You’re not exactly the right person for the job, but it’s a job, and you need the money. Inspired by Robert Macfarlane’s definition of desire lines in landscapes: “paths and tracks made over time by the wishes and feet of walkers, especially those paths that run contrary to design or planning.”

Chapter word count: ~2.4k

Chapter tags & warnings: none afaik

Note: I said this was going to come out on Sunday, but I became obsessed and couldn’t help finishing early. So you get it early.

Series masterlist part 1 | part 3

2. A foot in the door

“OH! OH! What about Takata?” Bokuto yells excitedly, “He’s responsible!”

Akaashi immediately shoots him down. “I don’t think Takata would want to quit his stable accounting job to do something like this, Kou.”

“Hmm…” Bokuto knocks his head with his fist. “OH! What about Iwasaki? She just quit as one of the MSBY managers recently and she’s really pretty.”

Akaashi shoots him down again. “Iwasaki quit the manager position because she’s 7 months pregnant and wants to stay at home with the baby after it’s born.”

Bokuto pouts into his drink. “You think of someone then Keiji.”

Akaashi wracks his brain, but, “Sorry Kuroo, I don’t think we know anyone that fits the bill.” He smiles apologetically, “But if we do come up with someone, we’ll definitely let you know.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Kuroo waves him off, “Tell me what you two have been up to?”

And that’s how ten days fly by with no solution in sight.

Two weeks hadn’t felt quite so urgent when he’d asked for suggestions from Akaashi and Bokuto on day one, but now he’d asked everyone around him for help — Kenma, Yaku, Kai, Daichi…even Lev and Tsukishima — and still nobody fitting had materialized.

You’d think it’d be an easy task to find someone who is 1) trustworthy, and 2) looking for an easy job. There must be thousands of people in Tokyo who meet both those criteria, but strangely, none of his friends knew any of them.

Trustworthiness was actually the easier requirement. Pretty much every potential candidate his friends came up with could be trusted to keep the deal secret from Nishida and the office gossips. Surprisingly, the more difficult requirement has been the job itself. Kuroo didn’t understand at first. After all, this would be perfect for someone just out of college, for example, hoping to save up some money while they search for a more permanent position. But, as Daichi reminded him, most of those bright, young college graduates are looking to break into a new field, and that means meeting and working with people in that field, not spending all day at a dead-end position, even if it’s an easy job with a great salary.

With less than four days left until Nishida’s deadline, the panic is starting to bubble up.

Kuroo dunks his head under the water one last time and steps out of the shower. Wrapping a towel loosely around his waist, he pads to the kitchen for his morning coffee — well, noon coffee at this point.

As if on cue, the phone buzzes on the counter as he walks by. He answers without glancing at the screen, using his shoulder to hold the phone against the side of his face. “Hello?”

“Hey, it’s Iwaizumi.”

Kuroo breaks out in a smile. “Hey man, what’s up?”

“I’m in town for a few days. Want to grab coffee?”

Kuroo might be short on time to resolve this whole assistant issue, but then again, tackling the problem head-on hasn’t been working, so maybe some time away to rethink his approach is just what he needs. Anyway, Iwaizumi doesn’t come back to Japan too often these days. “Of course! Where should I meet you?”

“I’ll text you the address. I’m already here talking to a friend so drop by whenever,” Iwaizumi tells him before hanging up.

An hour later, Kuroo steps through the front door of the cafe. He immediately spots a hulking Iwaizumi facing away and talking with someone he doesn’t recognize. Like Iwaizumi, they’re dressed comfortably in blue jeans and a tank top, soaking up the sun spilling in from the huge windows.

Kuroo grins as he walks up behind Iwaizumi, clapping a hand to his shoulder. “Didn’t think you were the type to pick someone up at a cafe, Iwaizumi.”

Iwaizumi whips around, stammering, “I- no- it’s not like that!” Until he registers who it is. “Oh, Kuroo,” he grumbles, thoroughly unamused.

You giggle at the dozen expressions that flitted across Iwa’s face in that split second. Turning to the stranger, you introduce yourself. “I’m pretty sure his partner would have a few things to say about that. Iwa and I are friends from college.”

Kuroo shakes your outstretched hand. “Kuroo Tetsurou. Iwaizumi and I were volleyball rivals in high school.”

You nod to him as you stand up. “Well, volleyball rival Kuroo-san, it’s nice to meet you. And Iwa, I’m glad we got to catch up a little. Let’s chat again soon?”

Iwaizumi’s arm flies out to block your way. “You’re leaving already?”

“Yeah, I don’t want to impose…”

“You’re not imposing. I’m sure Kuroo doesn’t mind.” Iwaizumi doesn’t bother looking to him for confirmation.

Kuroo shrugs, “Up to you.”

“Such enthusiasm,” you deadpan, but sit back down. “You two go on and order then, I’ll guard our table.”

Iwaizumi gets up to keep Kuroo company and you take the chance to look Kuroo over. Standing next to Iwa, Kuroo looks a touch taller than him (even accounting for the messy hair) and less broad, but still clearly athletic. In the warmth of the cafe, he takes off his bomber jacket, revealing the simple long-sleeve shirt he’s wearing over a pair of black jeans. He definitely knows how to highlight his lean frame, well-built arms, and…you should probably stop ogling his ass.

You quickly tear your eyes away when they spin around. (There was a small tussle at the register as they each clamored to pay. Predictably, Iwa won out.) They’re both engrossed in conversation as they walk back to the table, allowing you to bury your face in your coffee with minimal embarrassment.

You watch amused as the two sit down. You’ve only ever seen Hajime like this with Tooru. Perhaps it’s because Kuroo and Tooru have a similar impish energy. You listen to Kuroo push and prod at Iwa playfully, asking after him and tormenting him in the span of a single phrase. Iwa meanwhile endures the teasing like a veteran, snapping back a few of his own gruff retorts that make Kuroo cackle like a madman.

All the while, the conversation weaves in and out of business.

“Well, work has really kept me busy, but I’m doing fine! How long are you in Tokyo this time?”

“Only a week,” Hajime complains, “but I should be back again soon for a few months to set up the new training regimen.”

Kuroo hums into his coffee. “Think I could get you to help with a JVA promotion?”

“You ask me that every time. But sure. How’s Kenma?” Iwaizumi grunts.

Kuroo wipes some condensation off his glass. “Kenma’s fine. He’s had his nose stuck in a new game for a while now.”

Hajime nods. “And your grandparents?”

“Ah, yea, they’re also doing fine.” His voice sounds lighter than before, but you’re probably just imagining it. You look over at Iwaizumi. Or maybe not, because a soft crease forms on Iwa’s brow.

But as you expect, Iwa doesn’t push him. He lets Kuroo lead the conversation back to work and to his current predicament. “After today, I’ve still got three more days to find someone, so my luck’s not entirely run out yet.”

A thoughtful look crosses Iwaizumi's face.

Oh no, he’s not—

“Weren’t you just telling me you were looking for something temporary?” Iwa asks you.

“Uh, well, this isn’t exactly what I had in mind…”

Iwaizumi leans forward, gesturing toward you but addressing Kuroo, “They would be a great asset to the JVA, you know.” Kuroo’s attention swivels to you. “They moved to Japan to get into more literature translation, you know poems, novels, stuff like that, but they’ve got experience with all kinds of Japanese-English translation. We’ve worked together before at post-game interviews and conferences and I’ve always been impressed by their competence and professionalism. Gets along well with the players too. That kind of expertise must be in high demand for an organization like the JVA.”

Turning back to you, Iwa adds, “It sounds like the position doesn’t include many responsibilities, and since you just moved here, this would be a great opportunity to earn some money while you work on getting your foot in the door with the publishers.”

You frown, eyes locked on the empty mug in your hands as if the foamy dregs might form an answer. He’s not wrong, but…

Kuroo eyes you appraisingly. If Iwaizumi is vouching for you, then you’re definitely trustworthy. And he can’t deny that having interpretation experience will come in very handy for the upcoming FIVB meetings, not to mention you definitely sound competent enough to type up some meeting notes. Plus, unlike his other prospects so far, it seems like working as his assistant for now might actually be perfect for your long-term goals…

“Sounds like a great idea!” Kuroo declares.

“…At least give me some time to think about it,” you mutter, intensely aware of their expectant gazes.

“Ok, but let me know by tomorrow night,” Kuroo replies confidently.

You shove another spoonful of cereal into your mouth, ignoring the milk that sloshes off the spoon and splashes back into the bowl. The texture is awful. The flakes are almost completely soggy and spongy after sitting untouched for the past few minutes.

Your mind is elsewhere.

You’d woken up way too early for a Sunday, mind plagued by Kuroo’s offer since the three of you parted ways yesterday afternoon.

You wash the soggy slime off your tongue with a sip of coffee — instant Nescafe, sadly, though you’re wistful for another latte or even an americano.

Maybe writing things out will help you think it through more clearly. You smooth out a piece of used scratch paper and turn it over to draw a simple cross on the page. On the top left, you write PROS and on the top right CONS.

First.

Under PROS, you write easy job. Kuroo made it clear that you wouldn’t have to do much. Aside from showing up every day and sitting at a desk, the only other thing you’d have to do is attend his meetings and type up meeting notes. Like Iwa said, that theoretically leaves you with a lot of time for your own things.

Sighing, you jot too easy? under CONS. An easy job isn’t bad, but it might end up becoming awkward if other people have different expectations of you than Kuroo does. What if his boss gives you extra responsibilities, or wants you to report to him on Kuroo’s schedule? The problem with this arrangement is that it’s vague and hence unpredictable. It may end up turning into a real, full-time job despite your understanding with Kuroo.

Moving on to the thorniest problem.

You add Kuroo under PROS. He’s undeniably attractive, and if Hajime is friends with him, then he’s probably a pretty good guy and a pretty good boss. Under normal circumstances, you’d be thrilled to have some eye candy around and possibly even a hookup at your fingertips, but—

You reluctantly write Kuroo again under CONS. But Kuroo would be your boss. That makes him 10,000% off limits. God forbid you hook up and things go south as they’re wont to do. You’d not only jeopardize your income, you might also jeopardize Kuroo’s job and his friendship with Iwaizumi.

Finally, by far the biggest pro, and you’d saved it for last.

MONEY. You underline it once. The salary is generous, more than generous. (You pull up your bank account balance for what feels like the hundredth time, hoping you might have read the numbers wrong the last 99 times. Nope, still the same.) You haven’t mentioned your dwindling bank account to anyone, but let’s just say you’re not feeling so optimistic now that you’ve been unemployed for four months. So unless you just happen to land a huge project (technically, anything’s possible) like, today (it’s still the morning, so…), with a big advance upfront (ok, that’s never happening), soon you’re not even going to be able to afford cereal and instant coffee.

Who are you kidding? You underline MONEY two more times in resignation. The longer you wait, the closer you’ll get to the point where you’ll have to take literally anything. There’s no way in hell you can turn this down.

You text Kuroo before you can change your mind.

His reply comes almost instantly: Perfect! You can start tomorrow. The address is…

Monday morning, you head into the office for the first time, thanking your nerves for setting your alarm too early and leaving the house with time to spare because figuring out the subway transfers during rush hour ended up being more confusing than you anticipated. Even though you left a half hour early, you arrive with only a minute to collect your thoughts as you ride the elevator up to the 38th floor.

A passing employee directs you to Kuroo’s office door. You smooth down your clothes before knocking quietly and waiting for a “come in.”

“You’re here!”

Kuroo steps out from behind his desk with a relieved smile and you thank the gods you spent the rest of yesterday and one full month’s rent investing in nicer officewear as your eyes travel up from his brown leather oxfords, up along his slim navy suit pants, to the matching navy vest cinching his waist, up the rolled-up sleeves of the white-button down shirt, up the gold polka-dot tie topped with a perfect windsor knot, all the way up to his golden eyes. His hair is still an absolute disaster, but it somehow works together, giving him an aura of charm rather than vanity. Yeah, your old, cheap, ill-fitting tops and suit pants would have been an embarrassment.

“Just in time, too. My first meeting today is in 15 minutes.”

He walks toward you, stopping to stand a little ways away as he continues. (Now that he’s closer, you realize the pattern on his tie isn’t polka dots, but tiny paw prints.) He holds out a hand toward toward the empty desk you passed on your way in. “Why don’t you get set up at the desk and I’ll grab you on my way there? After the meeting, I’ll introduce you to Nishida-san and a few other people around the office.”

He's just close enough that the spicy musk of his cologne tickles the edge of your senses. You’ve been here less than a minute and already you’re tempted to pull him in for a deeper lungful.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo x reader #kuroo angst #kuroo tetsurou x reader #hq x reader #froggy scribbles

[vladimpale]

haikyuu fic rec

this mainly consists of rare pairs. these are only the ones i bookmarked in the last few months, because my dumbass didn't think to save the fics they liked before. here somewhere are also series and i highly recommended them, 10/10 would cry again. this got really long so the list is under the cut

bokuto/akaashi/kuroo/tsukishima

Stupid boys talking and maybe some smut by Smokey310

series | works: 9 | 225k

Our own little magic by blueberrytoast19

incomplete(3/?) | 9k | Teen And Up Audiences

"Nature has a way of beautifully reminding us what man seems to have forgotten. We were created out of love, to be loved and to love one another" A magic and madness filled Witch au, in which Tsukishima finds everything he wasn't looking for and more, deep in the woods.

From One Ocean to the Other by insertsomethingwitty, L_E_D

incomplete(10/11) | 53k | Explicit

“He’s cheating! Don’t you care about the—the integrity of the game?” “Oh, I think integrity left this car a long time ago." Or: four pining idiots decide the best way to get over each other is to spend multiple days locked in a car together.

The Devils Downstairs by OhNoItsOikawa

complete(42/42) | 101k | Teen And Up Audiences

The people living below Tsukishima Kei's new apartment just so happen to be godless heathens who are enjoying their twenties maybe a little too much, and he just so happens to be the newest recruit into their cult of Nonsense and Shenanigans. Everyone is a little in love with each other but none of them have realized it yet, and Oikawa Tooru dresses horribly.

It might be crazy (I do it anyway) by normalfault

complete(5/5) | 14k | Teen And Up Audiences

“Can we make out on the beach?” Bokuto asked excitedly. Akaashi groaned, hitting his head against the chair in front of him. The lady in the seat turned around to glare at him, and he apologized profusely. “Why are you asking that now?” Akaashi asked weakly. Kuroo laughed loudly, drawing looks from around them. Akaashi was going to die here. He hoped the plane crashed. --- 4 times Tsukki gets drugged and 1 time it finally happens to someone else

oikawa/kuroo/akaashi

Tales of the Volleyball Sexual as told by Akaashi Keiji by lilvamp23

incomplete(5/?) | 9k | Mature

Keiji questioned a lot of things in his life. What does Crochet and Chill really mean? Was it supposed to include copious amounts of food, sketchy websites, and his entire wardrobe displayed all over his bed? He doesn’t think so. Why did he even let Shirofuku into his home? She’s a menace to his mental health. Does he find Kuroo attractive? Probably, he supposes that he is nice to look at and nice to talk to. Does that mean he wants to have sex with him? He doesn’t know. How is he supposed to know that? He just wants to go back to crocheting his little owls without contemplating the meaning of his life. Please and thank you.

akaashi/bokuto/kuroo

Pyriform Silk by Depths

incomplete(7/?) | 17k | General Audiences

Akaashi had enough trouble just trying to exist as an empath. Going to university and needing a place to stay was just another hurdle. At least the roommate offer he found online wasn't made by humans. He would far rather live with whatever flavor of supernatural his two new roommates were going to be than risk trying to live with a human.

Oh Pretty Baby by avagueidea

complete(13/13) | 23k | Teen And Up Audiences

Akaashi is possibly the only reason Bokuto and Kuroo even managed to get together in the first place. Now he just has to remember that fact while he helps Bokuto balance raising his infant daughter with a long distance relationship. If only he didn't think Kuroo was absolutely perfect for Bokuto, it might not matter that he was in love with him...

sakusa/atsumu

Three Sheets to the Wind by fairycake

complete(16/16) | 117k | Mature

The last place on earth Sakusa Kiyoomi wants to be is on this godforsaken ship sailing across the seas to attend a boring science lecture, but it is a necessary evil if he wishes to avoid attending his grandmother's birthday celebrations. That is, until his ship is boarded by a band of pirates and Kiyoomi finds himself in extremely unwanted company. He can cope with most of the rambunctious crew; though they're armed to the hilt, they're relatively harmless. He cannot, however, cope with human hurricane Miya Atsumu.

a thousand winds that blow by Gray_Herring

complete(1/1) | 18k | Teen And Up Audiences

Motoya is dead, but the Earth keeps spinning. Kiyoomi is alive, and he keeps spinning, too.

Again, until it's perfect by fairycake

complete(1/1) | 18k | Teen And Up Audiences

“Or what about Ushijima?” That catches Kiyoomi’s attention, and he stops in the middle of the street to turn around and scowl at Atsumu. “What about Ushijima?” Atsumu must tilt his head back to smirk up at Kiyoomi from beneath the visor of his cap. “He’s not workin’ on quicks. You’d be a step ahead of him if ya did. He might even raise an eyebrow in surprise or somethin’ equally as scandalous.” Kiyoomi stares at him, narrows his gaze as he scrutinises Atsumu’s face, the challenge in the upturned corners of his lips. “Are you attempting to manipulate me, Miya?” he asks. “I dunno. Is it workin’?” “Kind of.” “Then yeah, I guess.” ______________________ When Kiyoomi and Atsumu accidentally pull off a minus-tempo quick during practice, Atsumu convinces Kiyoomi to practice it for the new season. It's sort of inevitable that he convinces Kiyoomi to fall in love with him too.

yahaba/kyoutani

An Equivalent Exchange by MonkWrites

complete(4/4) | 14k | Explicit

"Years ago, you promised your firstborn to a witch. Since then, despite your best efforts, you can’t seem to get laid. The witch is starting to get pretty pissed."

I (Heart) You by darkmagicalgirl

complete(1/1) | 3k | Teen And Up Audiences

When Kyoutani comes back from the dead, Yahaba is sitting on the headstone the next row over and reading a magazine.

Mixed Signals by snoqualmie

complete(1/1) | 7k | Teen And Up Audiences

Feelings are definitely a thing he’s having. Kyoutani is really sweet. He’s family oriented and he prefers novels with female leads and he’s in all honors classes. He kind of has a big head, totally has a big smile, definitely has a big heart. His eyes are nice, he’s got that dimple. Yahaba groans and rubs his fists into his eyes.

fuel to burn by knightswatch

complete(1/1) | 4k | Mature

Kentarou is coal. Kentarou does not have a diamond inside of him.

meet me at the fucking pit (and let me hold your hand) by anyadisee

complete(1/1) | 5k | Teen And Up Audiences

“Yoo-hoo~ Oh my, why the dark faces, everyone?” Oikawa asks as he walks into the room, Iwaizumi right by his heels. Kunimi, who had been looking bored the entire time, picks up the piece of paper and loudly reads the two sentences written in thick black ink and an angry-looking scrawl across its surface. “Yahaba, meet me at the lot behind the old Humanities building, 6PM. Don’t bring anyone, and don’t be late. That’s what it says.” The room falls silent once more. Then, “Holy shit, Yahaba-chan, who did you cross this time?” [in which yahaba receives a vaguely threatening letter, and kyoutani disappears from practice.]

Presentability by darkmagicalgirl

complete(1/1) | 2k | Teen And Up Audiences

“Oh for— I mean we’ll be in public,” Yahaba said. “Representing our school. We could be on TV. Our old upperclassmen might come to watch.” “Our team, not my face,” Kyoutani had pointed out, feeling very reasonable. “Your face is a part of this team!” Yahaba looked about five seconds away from stamping his heels ineffectually, or, like, putting his fist through the wall. You could never tell with that guy.

Mint and Pine by snoqualmie

complete(1/1) | 6k | Teen And Up Audiences

Yahaba yanks at Kyoutani’s uniform in the club room and ties his tie so tight after morning practice that sometimes Kyoutani thinks he’s trying to fucking strangle him.

bokuto/akaashi

run rabbit run by norio

complete(1/1) | 6k | Teen And Up Audiences

Rule #1: Don't hurt Akaashi. Rule #2: Don't taint Akaashi. Rule #3: Don't involve Akaashi. Rule #4: Don't damage Akaashi. Rule #5 (optional): Try not to destroy yourself.

cotton game by mydamantiumheart

complete(2/2) | 18k | Explicit

It starts out innocent- as innocent as it can be, at least. It only goes downhill from there. It's just that sometimes, Koutarou can't help spinning a million miles per second, and he needs someone to slow him down. Feat. nonsexual bondage + kink leading into (gradually sexual) kink exploration, Keiji helping Koutarou's brain quiet down, and stupid boys falling in love.

kuroo/tsukishima

greek tragedy by ineedmygirl

series | works: 2 | 184k

yaku/lev

Item 37 by invoked_duplicity

complete(1/1) | 2k | General Audiences

Yaku likes to keep lists. His newest list is about all the things he dislikes about a certain, very tall someone.

kuroo/daishou/mika

you can have everything, i give it willingly by eurydicees

complete(1/1) | 12k | Teen And Up Audiences

She and Suguru have been dating since they were seventeen. It’s strange, really, because she loves him, but she’s also not as mad as she should be while she watches Kuroo watch Suguru. She’s not as upset as she should be when she sees Suguru look back at him. In which Kuroo pines, Suguru refuses to acknowledge it, and Mika meddles in places she isn’t quite sure she has the right to meddle. It's not a picture perfect love, but it is theirs.

suga/daichi

in between evenings by thispieceofmind

complete(4/4) | 31k | Mature

Then, those eyes crinkle up with the perfect smile, the one Suga sees on Daichi’s face only sometimes, and Daichi adds, “I like when it’s just us.” Suga can feel it on his face that he’s grinning back, and when he sits up, too, his head spins for a moment. He places a hand on Daichi’s knee to steady himself. His lip quirks when he notes, just shy of teasingly, “It’s usually just us, Daichi.” The thing about falling in love with your best friend is that it happens so slow.

Ice Ice Baby by nastyhobbitsses

complete(1/1) | 2k | Teen And Up Audiences

confessions of a teenage volleyball captain by solyn

complete(1/1) | 14k | Teen And Up Audiences

“Is this better? Am I real enough for you yet? Am I permanent? Can you successfully objectify me, Sawamura-kun?” or: Daichi confesses... but does he really?

kuroo/akaashi

so hot you're hurting my feelings (can't deal) by flickercity

complete(1/1) | 9k | Mature

"And with that his eyes had flickered on Akaashi’s face for just a moment and the idle fleeting thought that Kuroo was maybe....sexy....had crossed Akaashi’s mind." OR Kuroo and Akaashi want to kiss each other and it gets wildly out of hand.

Line thieves by hyugapineapple

complete(1/1) | 1k | Genetal Audiences

“You’re a pain in the ass sometimes, Keiji.” Kuroo whispers with no heat in his voice, pressing his forehead against Akaashi’s. “Isn’t that my line?” “Nope!” Tetsurou chirps happily. “Don’t you know? Research says that couples tend to adopt each other’s habits over years. I have full rights to use that line now.”

Would you rather be with me? by oopsthisisqueertoo

complete(1/1) | 3k | Teen And Up Audiences

“So. Would you rather explore space or the ocean?” Akaashi crumples his eyebrows and looks over at Kuroo in the dark. Their power had gone out at the dorm, so they were laying on the living room floor under every blanket they owned. To make matters worse, it was a holiday weekend and everyone Akaashi knew had gone home, making him stuck alone with pain-in-the-ass-Kuroo-san. In the Winter. With no power. It was every fan-fic writer’s wet dream. Akaashi wanted to die. Or, me needing to get some roommate KuroAka fluff and sass out of my system.

Somehow It Works by helwolves

complete(1/1) | 3k | Explicit

Keiji looks Kuroo up and down, taking in the ridiculous red wizard robe, the knee-high boots, the sharp black lines defining his sharper eyes, the carved foam horns nestled in his wild hair. It really should not be working for him—and yet. Shenanigans behind the scenes of Final Haikyuu Quest, concerning one cameraman and one best supporting demon.

hinata/kageyama/kenma

love fills you out by joshllyman

complete(1/1) | 2k | General Audiences

Hinata bounces upstairs—literally; Kageyama is, for a moment, concerned the floor might give underneath the weight of his excitement—and into Kageyama’s room. “Come with us!” he half-shouts. Kageyama narrows his eyes. “Where and why?” Hinata rolls his eyes and smiles, like he knows Kageyama’s been listening. “We’re going to the sushi shop, Bakageyama. Me and Kenma.” Kageyama frowns. “And you want me to come along?”

#i didn't even know i shipped so many rarepairs tbh #and some of them aren't even here #anyways these are all worth a read #most of them are my favourite fics of all time #there was also a heist bakt fic i could not find #haikyuu!! #bokuaka #bokuakakurotsuki #bakt #kurotsuki #daisuga #oikuroaka #sakuatsu #kyouhaba #yakulev #kuromikashou #kagekenhina #figuring out the format of this post was a pain in the ass

[admiringlove]

[18:12]

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you can't believe it.

you're in love with your best friend. it's haunting, daunting, weirdly concerning and scary. you don't know how to explain the feeling other than love because you've been by his side your whole life. it feels like love. it's love, right?

you know it's love when you're alone with bokuto and he sort of just pops the question, "hey. did you or akaashi never crush on each other?"

you stopped talking for a split second. eyes brooding in thought and lips parted as you stop walking. the setter had taken a day off from school because he was sick that day, and it was just you and bokuto walking to the train station from school.

"um, no. i don't know, i haven't thought about him like that at all," you had mumbled, lightly scratching the side of your head as you caught up to the tall ace. he said "huh" in a weird tone, before continuing, "well i noticed something weird. i don't wanna say it if you'll be uncomfortable though."

"not at all," you had said. even though now you wish you really hadn't done that. because you let bokuto finish that train of thought. and that train stopped in your brain and never left.

"you and akaashi look at each other the way i look at my crush," bokuto said, "you know, weirdly staring at each other lovingly and stuff. it's weird, i told you."

and then you started noticing what the ace was talking about. you did look at keiji longingly. you looked at him as if he hung up every constellation created by the gods. you looked at him as if he was the most interesting person on the planet—even if he was complaining about the same thing he always does. you looked at akaashi keiji as if he was the most ethereal person you had ever come across, just because he was.

and then you realized it. you loved him. you had always loved him. from the first sandwich the two of you shared in kindergarten to the books you made each other read now. you loved him through the slits of the shelves in the library, where you could see him skimming through rows of books to find one to read. you loved him through the ways he would try to use english words while speaking japanese, because he would ace the pronunciation every single time. you loved him through the glass pane between your p.e class and his history lecture, where you could see him intently looking at the board and writing notes because it was his second favorite subject after english.

you loved him selflessly. because he wasn't ever yours to take. you'd always thought love was supposed to be tragic—which is exactly why you and keiji both loved shakespeare.

you also noticed that he doesn't look at you in the same way you look at him. maybe he did and you didn't see it. the only time you've seen him look like that; that being completely swooning and being embarrassed about the fact his eyes had turned into little hearts and those hearts made a spotlight over a certain someone.

and that certain someone was her.

you only happen to remember such a seemingly insignificant moment because that was the first time that you’d seen this notoriously stoic man blush. blush as if there's no tomorrow and he could just melt in this moment and replay it till the end of time.

you watched him. you watched him fall in love with someone new. slowly, you watched him realize that he was in love. slowly, you watched him break your heart into tiny little pieces without meaning to. slowly, you watched him ask her to be his girlfriend. slowly, you watched him disappear from your weekly movie nights, the arcades you went to. and the one you prayed he wouldn't disappear from—the slits in the bookshelves of the library.

and you couldn't possibly hate her. how could you? she was perfect. she is perfect. her bright hazel eyes compliment her black hair. her bangs bring out her perfect almond eyes more. her smile is so pretty that it even makes you swoon. she's smart, confident, witty, ambitious—and she's going places. she was basically an angel.

just like that, bokuto's words became meaningless. akaashi was never looking at you to begin with. it was always you. you, alone and longingly staring at him from afar. you, loving him from the bleachers. you, blushing to yourself at night as you thought of spending the rest of your life and eternity with him.

but then again, even if you did love him to the point where you would do anything for him, you never had the courage to tell him. if you had, the two of you wouldn't be in a snow globe where you're standing off to the side recording a video of him proposing marriage to her. if you had just said something—anything, he would probably look at you as if you hung the stars too. instead of kneeling front of her and showing her a small velvet box with a pretty diamond ring, he would be reading in bed with you as the two of you drank coffee or tea while complaining about shakespeare together. but alas, not all dreams come true.

you guess that akaashi keiji was always yours to love. he just wasn't yours to keep.

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[kissagii]

𝕤𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟 - 𝕒𝕜𝕒𝕒𝕤𝕙𝕚 𝕩 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

based on the song "saturn" by sleeping at last

genre: angst, established relationship gn! reader ; wc 0.5k

warnings: angst in general, death, major character death

You had met the love of your life at the time when you needed him most. On that day it had seemed like the world had fallen into complete disarray around you, nothing made sense, nothing was right. And then he walked in - Akaashi Keiji, the boy who spoke in poems.

"Isn't it beautiful?" Such a simple question that he had asked you that lonely summer's night.

To you, there was no beauty. Not anymore. "What do you mean?"

"The night, the stars, the vastness of it all," he began, the awe in his voice almost tangible, "And that in all of this universe's chaos, here we are. So broken, yet so perfect."

"I don't get what you're talking about. This world is nothing but cruel disorder," The words fell out of your mouth like acid. That night, you hated the world. That fateful summers night.

"Then let me show you."

Keiji wasn't always a poetic gentleman. He was sarcastic, and got exasperated with his friends, and at times he took your games of chess a bit too seriously.

But he never stopped being a dreamer. Not once did he stop looking at the sky with grey eyes filled with wonder. Keiji sought out the beauty in it all, and he showed it to you.

The chirping of birds early in the morning. The smell of freshly baked bread. The warmth of a good book. The graceful sound of a language you don't speak. The secret smiles exchanged between lovers. The little differences between each and every human being. Humanity.

Perhaps there was some beauty after all.

It has been five years since you first met the love of your life. And now you find yourself in the same place, with the same man.

"Isn't it beautiful?" The same Keiji, with the same question.

His eyes are fixed on the stars, just outside the window.

"It really is," You hold his hand tightly, smiling fondly at the recollection of all the time Keiji had spent showing you the beauty that you once failed to recognize.

"The night, the stars, the vastness of it all... and through all the chaos, here we are... in a universe where I have loved you," His voice is weak. It has always been soft, but this is different. Almost hollow. Even still, you cherish each glorious phrase to leave his lips.

He continues, unwavering, "So many of these stars, so far away, have long since stopped burning... and yet they still cast their light upon us. I like to think that we are like that too... our memory persisting through death."

"Keiji, how do you do it? Through all of this, and you're still so hopeful. How do you do it?" Even with Keiji at your side, the months have worn at your soul, have clawed at what light remained in your life.

"I see the beauty in everything... especially you," His words are reduced to nothing more than a whisper.

"I love you, Keiji. I always will."

"I'm glad to have loved you."

Akaashi Keiji, the boy who spoke in poems, has at last joined the stars he so adored.

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[bokutosmochi]

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bon appetit!​

♧ a basic bitch. heads to starbucks and gets a coffee or tea every single day before walking to university.

♧ probably has classical music as his alarm.

♧ cannot sleep without a shirt on, or pants on. it makes him feel uncomfortable not having anything on. unless he's having sex - which doesn't happen quite often because he's not into the whole toot it then boot it kind of thing so he really only does it when he's in a stable relationship - or bathing or anything like that, he prefers having something on. probably wears a rashguard when swimming. it's not an insecurity thing, he's just uncomfortable.

♧ his closet consists of neutral colors, mostly brown. although there is a few blues mixed in there.

♧ likes flowers. he always keeps a fresh vase of them in his dining table and he switches it up every so often, from peonies, to lilies, to tulips. whatever's in season or whatever the sweet old lady selling them in a small nest has university recommends.

♧ god does play favorites and one of those favorites is a man named akaashi keiji. this man's lips are always so soft. they never get chapped, no matter if the weather's in the negatives.

♧ is so giggly whenever he's with his friends. will laugh at anything and everything. he's so cute and polite about it too. he hovers a hand over his mouth when a giggle passes his lips let me see your smile, keiji >:(

♧ really good at flustering people. like, unbelievably good. the worst part is that he's so clueless about it. the way he's able to maintain eye contact with everyone just puts every single person he's met to their knees. he has no idea how attractive he actually is.

♧ gets mani pedis four times a month, if his schedule permits it. he's a bit of an introvert, so he's not with other people 24/7 but still he considers it his me time.

♧ one of those people who cannot wake up at midday - unless he slept late - because of his body clock. sure, he may lay in bed until eight am when he doesn't have classes for that day, but that's exactly it. he's only laying in bed. he's been awake for hours now and finds himself unable to go back to sleep because he's so used to his routine.

♧ gets cold really easy :( while he wears those coats (you know what i'm talking about) because he likes how they look, he also wears them because he's cold all the time. you will almost never see him without a blank covering him in bed.

♧ lowkey into fashion designing. he has a couple of sketches of sweaters, coats, and dresses on the back of his old leather-bound travelers notebook.

♧ very sentimental. while he's organized, he can never get rid of stuff. he still has one of his uniforms from elementary all the way up to high school. he just keeps them all neatly on one side of his bedroom.

♧ that friend who seems scarily organized. like, the person who seems they have their shit together whether he actually does is up for debate. he has a planner, a diary, a journal, and a mini notebook and everything. probably color codes his notes as well.

♧ has a ukelele in the corner of his room that he never uses because he's a little tone deaf and can't seem to tune it. he always says that he plans to figure it out, but he never does this is me. if any of you know how to tune an uke manually, please let me know /gen. i guess no one can be perfect

i get: reblog

you get: akaashi brainrot

do we have a deal?

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