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emmyrosee · 1 day

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sorry. Had to be done.”

“You had to squish me?”

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

“Mwah,” he returns.

“Mwah!”

“Mwah.”

“I’m gonna bite you.”

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

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

“I love you too, baby.”

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cr4yolaas · 1 month

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in sickness and in health — akaashi keiji

synopsis: despite your stubbornness, akaashi takes care of you when you fall ill.

tags: fluff, rdr is sick, can be interpreted as romantic or platonic

akaashi can’t help but laugh at your grumbles beneath the blankets.

he thinks it’s silly, how you try oh so hard to convince him that you’re fine, when in reality, you haven’t left your bed since last night. and it’s already late afternoon.

when he re-enters your bedroom with soup in one hand and a mug of tea in the other, he’s greeted with a disturbingly loud coughing fit, coupled with a distressed face and weary eyes. in an instant, he rushes to your side, urging you to sit up and drink some of your tea. reluctantly, you oblige.

this time, akaashi can’t help but frown at your stubbornness.

“i can handle myself,” you complain in a raspy voice, each syllable coated with exhaustion. “i’ve always handled this by myself.”

instead of arguing, he only smiles. “i know. i’m just by your side this time.”

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heartsoji · 1 year

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MISINTERPRET

akaashi keiji x reader

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

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

you'd always considered yourself an observant person.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"sorry. yes?"

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

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

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

after you two finished studying, he cleared his throat.

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

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

"i'd love to!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#akaashi x reader #akaashi haikyuu #akaashi fluff #akaashi keiji #akaashi keiji x reader #akaashi imagine #akaashi drabble #akaashi keiji fluff #hq akaashi

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mchlgayser · 1 year

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✮ us against the problem ft akaashi keiji

synopsis: Being in a three-year-old relationship with your boyfriend is never a hard task considering how collected, composed, and matured he can be.

─── ୨୧ warning: slight angst, and miscommunication

─── ୨୧ notes: I got my heart broken once again, by a different guy 💔 this pain is unbearable and to stabilize my mental, I'm doing a drabble of the loml akaashi. Question: where to find an Akaashi Keiji? Comment your ideas! ... And feedback, thank you, and happy reading xoxo.

It was supposed to be a date, a date both you and Akaashi planned. A date to reconnect you both after weeks away from each other. It wasn't a problem for Akaashi since he's rarely going out for work but works at home instead but it was the otherwise for you, you are a flight attendant, always traveling and not home but today you supposed to be back after almost two weeks staying in London, England but a scene broke off that you had delayed your way home two days after. To make matter worse, you accidentally lost your phone at the airport during your work hours.

You've had to try calling him a few times but he wasn't picking up. After the problem was solved you didn't waste a single minute but to get home fast. You need to see your boyfriend. He might be getting worried about your whereabouts and well-being. The next wink, you entered the apartment, you could almost sense the clouded-over surroundings, the curtains is not pushed or tucked away like usual. It was dimmed. You put aside the luggage and stroll to your bedroom. The bathroom is running, so you assumed that he was bathing. You sit on the bed hitting yourself with a strong minty cologne of his. That sweet, peppermint smell hints at a tinge of his lavender-flavored shampoo.

As soon as the faucet closed, you stood up straight like you are in the military. The bathroom door slid open and his sight came into view. His half-bare and damp sight with a clean towel top his disheveled hair. He stops on his tracks, eyes moving from your feet to your face. You croak a nervous smile his way but he stood there, not saying anything.

You try to put on your acts, trying not to be so obvious by the fact that you are overwhelmed by his presence after nearly a month of not seeing each other.

'I missed you.' You said, eyes moving around the room watching him rummage through the closet to put on his shirt and short pant 'Yeah, me too.' He throws aside the towel on the bed and moves outside leaving you in utter disbelief. You try to maintain your cool despite the anger and heat building up in you. You stare at the spot he was at earlier, and pick up the towel he tossed away to go and shower, yourself.

You've had to compose your emotion, after bathing you strut your way to his on the couch 'Why are you like this? Are you fine?' You put the back of your palm to his forehead and he lets you be before he momentarily yanks his face 'I was worried, sick. I wonder where could've you been? Why haven't you answered my calls, and why you ditched me on that date? I was... Worried.' You try to reason with yourself but he cuts you off 'Do you know I was worried! And...! That date, was supposed to be our date, the one you promise to be at to spend our time together. You know, these days, it's fewer attempts from you to reconnect us again...' A hitch breath stuck on your throat, it's tight and suffocating. One more word coming from him, you are sure you'll break down in guilt.

Tears began to form in your eyes, you tilt your head back to dry the tear off and wipe the access 'I... I'm sorry... Something happened that day, when I was supposed to get back and my phone... I lost it, I try calling you a few times using co-worker's phone but you didn't pick up... I'm sorry... I'm sorry Keiji, I'm sorry that it seems like I haven't done enough these past weeks, I'm so, so sorry... I will do better-' He immediately brings an arm around you, his palm on your torso to pull you closer. The tears you fight back so greatly earlier fell like endless rain. You clutch on his shirt as you sobs from guilt and fatigue.

Once you calmed down, Akaashi push you away just a few inches to get a closer look at your face, your eyes swollen and tear-stained, your nose red and almost runny. You sniffle and groan at the same time, your nose clogged from crying and you try to unblock it with a harsh stroke of your nose. He took your balling fists, gripping them and bringing them closer to his cheek, his thumbs caressing the back of your palms and occasionally left kisses on your hand.

'My fault. I didn't hear your side of the story at first but can't help by feeling upset. That was so unlike me. I guarantee you, it'll never happen again. Sorry, Y/n.' You jump on him, hands on his neck burying your face in between his shoulder and collarbone.

'We are both at fault but partially mine if you think about it, and it's okay to show your unusual self to me. I fell in love with you who are you, not only the perfect, mature, and composed Keiji.' He fondled your back leaving featherlight kisses on your neck and down your shoulder.

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asmo-ds · 1 year

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saw this and immediately was like “it’s them”

#bokuaka #haikyuu ships #haikyuu #haikyuu memes #bokuto koutaro #bokuto #akaashi keiji #akaashi #akaashi haikyuu #bokuto haikyuu #hq memes #haikyuu incorrect #haikyuu incorrect quotes #bokuaka incorrect #bokuaka incorrect quotes

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lyssasdrafts · 4 months

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i feel like people don’t realize how socially aware and intelligent akaashi keiji is. like just because he’s quiet and introverted doesn’t mean he doesn’t have social intelligence. the way he handles bokuto he’s literally the best vice captain bye

#justice for his characterization #— lyssa’s thoughts #akaashi keiji #akaashi hq #haikyuu #akaashi haikyuu #keiji akaashi #akaashi #bokuaka

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kiyoobi · 1 year

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treating keiji on his birthday

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It started with him insisting on exploring your body and appreciating every curve and sharp plane you have. He took his time tracing his fingers down your skin, admiring the way your skin soaked in the moonlight. That night he spent all his time on you, demonstrating the way he understood your body. Your throat was raw, thick with tears as he made you cum over and over. Your voice was cracked as you moaned out praises, praises that made him impossibly harder and desperate to hear more. His gentle hands, the way they slipped off your old underwear, the way they gingerly removed your hands from blocking his view of your glistening cunt, every movement showed his love. His soft kisses that assured you he didn’t care you didn’t have time to shave. Keiji gave you everything.

And yet you see the way he nitpicks at himself. Keiji never speaks on it, but you see the way he makes himself smaller under the eyes of others. The way he stares at his hands, the wrinkle between his eyebrows that forms as he mentally criticizes his cracked skin, the callouses from years of editing, the swollen knuckles forever tinted pink from moments he wishes he didn’t have. You see the way he comes up behind you in the mirror, his eyes and words full of love and adoration that only dissipates when he glances at himself.

You didn’t force him to be in front of a mirror, not wanting to push himself too far out of his comfort zone. Instead you covered the mirror with a towel and stood in front of him, gently removing his sweatshirt. He’s left shirtless and you see the way his arms twitch, wanting to cover his body even though there’s no fault in sight. His chest flushes red when you slowly kiss down his torso, soft and gentle like he always is with you. Keiji mutters softly, something about you still being dressed but you let his words fall out from his swollen lips onto stubborn ears. His breath hitches when you get to his waistband, anticipating your lovely mouth on his hardening cock.

Keiji glances down at you confused when you turn him around, his face growing hotter when he feels your lips on the small of his back. He lets out a small gasp when your teeth graze his skin and he feels you leaving marks, never realizing how sensitive he is there.

“I love seeing your back,” Your voice is soft. “Even when you’re fully dressed, I love seeing it. It reminds me of how strong you are, how much you’re willing to be there for me and it makes me want to be better.” You don’t see the way his eyes flutter shut, already feeling overwhelmed by your touches and now your words.

“I especially don’t mind this,” You giggle and playfully squeeze his ass. Keiji lets out a quick, surprised laugh, he’s embarrassed and yet he can’t help but roll his eyes at you. His breath hitches when you reach around and cup him, ripping a low moan from him.

“Please touch me,” his voice breaks at your name and you move your hand away from him. Your lips trailing up his back and between his shoulder blades, sending chills down his spine.

“I am, Keiji.” Your voice teases him. “You spend so much time loving me, telling me how beautiful I am inside and out. I can never fully repay you with how much you love me, but I want to try every day showing you the same.”

Before he can respond, you gently nudge over him to your shared bed. His back hits the soft mattress, skin tingling where you’ve left your bites. Keiji looks up at you as you straddle him, eyes glistening in the moonlight wondering what he did to ever deserve someone like you. No one has ever taken the time to see him, to understand his insecurities, always brushing them off. Until you.

You. You. You.

It’s all he can think of when it’s your lips easily finding his most sensitive spots, muffled words of how much you love each part of him.

His throat that holds his lovely voice, the very one that sings softly in the shower and holds the laugh you fell in love with.

His cheeks that blush so easily, always giving away what he’s feeling even though he tries so hard to not get so flustered around you.

His thoughts turn fuzzy when you start to suck on his tongue, your hands lightly pinching his nipples. When you pull away with lips glistening, he vaguely hears how much you love the way he speaks.

You. You. He loves you.

His soft noises grow louder when your hot tongue is on his skin again, brushing against his sensitive nipples while he whimpers at your teasing bites.

Keiji is panting by the time you reach his hips again, his belly quaking under your hot touch. You look up at him with a sweet smile when he gives out a desperate whine, eyes cutting so deep into him he wants to look away and yet…He’s drawn to the way your knuckles drag down his skin, your hands pulling down his sweats freeing his aching cock.

“No underwear?” Your voice is light, teasing. “I thought you were a good boy, I didn’t know you were so dirty.”

“N-no, I’m your good boy, please.” His voice strains as your fingers brush past his cock and grab his hand instead.

“You are, you are, Keiji.” You reassure him with a kiss against his knuckles, “See these?” Your question pulls his eyes to your intertwined fingers. “They create, they hold, they’re attached to you. I love your hands, Keiji, and those flaws you hate are what I love them so much for.” Keiji’s plump lips murmur your name, his words trail off and muffle when you slip his fingers into your mouth, his cock twitching at the way you hold his gaze.

You pop off his fingers, “Your hands ground me, they make me come undone, they tease me. I love your hands. I love you.” You move over him again, your nipples peeking through his old shirt catches his attention only briefly until you lead his soaked fingers under your shorts.

He chokes on another moan when you slip his fingers between your thighs, fingers that instinctively move to collect your slick and rub circles against your clit. Somehow you manage to kick off your shorts and underwear, all while leaning in to whisper declarations of love into his ear.

“I can’t change how you see yourself in one night, Keiji. But dammit I’ll spend every minute convincing you how beautiful you are to me.” You take his hand from between your thighs and pin it down by his head, words straining as you rub his cock between your wet folds.

“Keiji,” you moan when you start to sink down into his cock. “My sweet boy, my baby. I love you so much.”

He answers back with your name in a gasp, head falling back against the pillows when he feels how tight and wet you are for him. He knows you haven’t prepped, he must be stretching you out too much right now, but you’re still so wet for him. Is it all because of him? All from just you exploring his body?

“Keiji, please. Be my good boy and let me hear how good you feel,” You don’t give yourself much time to adjust to his length when you start to rock your hips against his.

His moans rise in the bedroom, intertwining with the sounds of your bodies against the other. His cock stretches you out and fills you so deliciously, not even you can hold back any longer. Praises tumble out from you now, praises that shoot into his heart and you can feel his cock throbbing inside you. Your teeth are against the pulse point in his neck again, and he moans grow raspier feeling your soothing tongue on his broken skin. Keiji’s hands grip the fat on your hips, fingertips digging tighter when you clench your pussy around him.

Your hands tug at his hair with each roll of his hips against yours, his breathy moans growing impossibly louder.

“I’m- fuck, baby I’m gonna-” His hand is shaky when he moves his fingers between your thighs again, desperately rubbing your swollen clit to get you to fall faster over the edge. His sweet noises make your pussy clench tighter, both of you aren’t going to last long and yet you both want to stay like this forever.

“Cum for me, Keiji. Be good and cum inside me,” You wish you didn’t sound like you were begging, but you can’t hold back much longer. His cock never fails to brush against your g-spot, and even when tonight is focused on him, somehow Keiji still manages to roll his hips in the way that makes your mind go blank and eyes roll back.

Keiji’s nose brushes against yours, lips desperate to find yours when he feels his balls tightening. Whines and moans are muffled and hum against your tongues when you both tumble over the edge, your pussy clamping down to milk him for all that he’s got. The kiss breaks between both of you gasping for air, clammy hands reaching towards the other to hold you both closer. His eyes flutter open and find yours, words unsaid are held in your guys’ gaze. Keiji’s cheeks are dusted pink, brightening when he feels his cum dripping out from you onto his thighs.

Your hips jut forward to ride out your orgasm and your heart flutters at his small whines, his cock so sensitive already. You’re nowhere near done with him tonight.

-(-)-

a/n: another oldie but a goodie! happy birthday keiji!!

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im-too-obsessed-with-huskerdust · 19 days

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Bokuakakuroken in a nutshell comic under the cut

(It’s better if you don’t click on the photos and just scroll)

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cerulean-artist · 1 year

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Concept art done for a Post Apocalypse Haikyuu zine, come find the full illustration in the previous post!

#kuroken #bokuakakuroken #kuroo tetsurou #kozume kenma #kuroo #kenma #bokuto koutarou #akaashi keiji #bokuto #akaashi #kenma haikyuu #kuroo haikyuu #bokuto haikyuu #akaashi haikyuu

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drowninghell · 8 months

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Haikyuu masterlist

Bokuto

Wedding shoe game

Pregnant

Dating hc

Depressed

Kuroo

Wedding shoe game

Delinquent

Pregnant

Early morning

Ushijima

Wedding shoe game

Delinquent

Dating hc

Early mornings

Walking down the isle

Oikawa

Drunk reader

Pregnant

Wedding shoe game

Soulmates

Iwaizumi

Drunk reader

Pregnant

Walking down the isle

Aakashi

Pregnant

Wedding shoe game

Tsukishima

Wedding shoe game

Tendou

Depressed

Semi

Siren

Early mornings

Kageyama

Comfort when needed most

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu!!#akaashi haikyuu #haikyuu ushijima #kuroo tetsuro x reader #oikawa toru x reader #bokuto koutaro x reader #tsukishima kei

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emmyrosee · 7 months

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@bontensh0e YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND

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“Wait, why is this guy fine as hell?”

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

He doesn’t say anything. He merely watches.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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cr4yolaas · 3 months

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3:04 AM — akaashi keiji

keiji entered your shared home all but gracefully. with half-lidded eyes and a stumble through the door, he haphazardly chucked his shoes onto the floor, paying no mind to the fact that they had landed much too far from one another.

with heavy limbs and a sleepy head, he dragged himself over to the bedroom. in the process, he dropped his work bag somewhere in the hallway (if he was slightly more conscious, he would’ve avoided such a thing knowing you’d pester him for it the next morning). and finally, in the darkness of the night, akaashi keiji collapsed onto your bed.

the movement roused you from your sleep, a soft hum escaping your lips as you turned over to face your boyfriend (despite your eyes being closed). “you stink, keiji,” you muttered, the words barely audible and frosted with sleepiness. “how was work?”

keiji grumbled in response. his coat somehow managed to make it off of his body and onto the floor; that’s another thing you’d be sure to scold him for.

there were a plethora of complaints on the very tip of his tongue that had accumulated throughout the day — a rookie editor had misplaced the volume he was working on, the wifi in his building was running slow, his lunchtime coffee was too bitter. but as he lay in the bed next to you, with his hand subconsciously resting on the back of your head and the other bringing your body closer to him, his anger dissipated.

akaashi keiji was a busy man. a busy, and occasionally irritated, man. however, bathed in the lullabies of the moonlight and the warmth of your gentle breaths as you slip back into slumber, he finds himself at ease.

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