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curtsycream · 4 months

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Kunimi x tsukki x kenma x akaashi x little reader where she Regressed in babyspace and feels sick but cant tell them bc she's non verbal and want to be Held and even when she falls asleep and she feels when she get put down she wakes up and start crying 🥺🥺

(I used in the request the pronoun she her but u can use any pronoun u want)

Poly!Nope Squad x Regressed!Reader

Don’t mind me but this was a requested fic and I think that’s what motivates me most knowing someone is anticipating something on my behalf. But I did try my best because I’ve never ventured into babyspace but I do know someone who has. Also it’s fine I don’t mind writing for any gender or pronouns! It’s just gender neutral is mine own default for inclusivity

It was raining yet again for the fourth time this week in Tokyo. This wasn’t a new revelation as it was spring and heavy rainfall was expected. Sitting up in bed alone Y/N couldn’t help the frown from appearing on her warm face. Normally she would be the third one up behind Keiji and Kei. But today she was the last one which only happened when she pulled an all-nighter or if she was sick.

Rubbing her eyes harshly she let out a small cough with a disgruntled look on her face. This wasn’t a normal cold for her as she felt an added factor to the situation. Sitting in bed alone she felt fuzzy inside and from her watering eyes and quivering lip she knew she couldn’t fight it. Before she knew it she had regressed which wasn’t uncommon for her to do. Her life partners were aware of her regression but she had never regressed into baby space before.

She was lost as she sat in bed until the bedroom door opened and a rather calm Akira walked into the room. On days like this Akira didn’t have to go into work at Eleventh Bank. Something Akira enjoyed as he usually got to sleep in. “Baby…are you okay? You don’t look well..” he said in his usual monotone voice.

All she could do was look up at him with wide teary eyes and a quivering bottom lip. She couldn’t bring herself to speak she felt nonverbal which usually never happened when she was in little space. So instead she decided to raise her arms making grabby hands at him. Understanding fully what she was trying to get across Akira smiled softly at her before picking her up. When she was secure in his arms she hid her face against the side of his neck.

Akira with his arms around her body as he carried her out of the room had a puzzled look on his face. Though this wasn’t the first time he had picked her up this was the first time she was so quiet about it. They all knew how slightly talkative she was even in littlespace. But he picked up on something different she was warm to the touch and so quiet.

Making his way into the living room with her in his arms he looks at Kozume who is playing his switch. “Eh, what’s wrong with, kitten?” he asks Akira.

Akira could only shake his head, “I don’t know…I think she’s not feeling good. But I can’t tell because she isn’t talking.”

Kozume raised an eyebrow at his words before placing down his switch. Standing up from the couch he was slumped on he walks over to Akira and Y/N. Placing the back of his hand against her forehead he sighed, “I think she has a fever..”

Moving his hand to her cheek he smiles at her, “Hey kitten…are you not feeling good? You’re so warm..” he says gently. He could tell from her pout and glossy eyes that she had regressed. “Are you feeling little, kitten?”

She could only nod her head slowly with a pout as she looked at Kozume. Yet she didn’t say anything she still couldn’t speak even if she wanted to. Something in her head was preventing her from doing so.

Not even an hour later after they had bathed her, fed her, and read her a bedtime story she was asleep. The only issue was that she was asleep in Kozume’s arms. He didn’t want to leave her alone in the bedroom but he did have a scheduled stream soon. So against his own want to keep her close to him, he decided to lay her down in their bedroom.

Moments later Kei had gotten home wearing his training with the Sendai Frogs. He still had on his uniform as he cleaned his glasses with a cloth. Making his way past Akira who was cooking dinner in the kitchen, whom he greeted, he walked upstairs. When he made it upstairs he heard the sound of soft sobs and whimpers from their bedroom.

With a confused look on his face, he walked into the bedroom before spotting his princess curled up on the bed in tears. Walking over to her he shakes his head, “Don’t tell me you’re pouting…did Akira say no to sweets before dinner again?” He teased.

Yet his teasing words didn’t go over well with her as she only cried a little louder. Kei found this strange as he removed the blanket from her head. His eyes took in her swollen eyes from tears, her frown, and how she hadn’t spoken to him in return. “What’s wrong, Princess? Are you okay?” He asked worriedly.

She didn’t say a word all she did was crawl over to him on the bed. Her arms wrapped around his midsection as she let out noises of discomfort. Kei seemed to have caught on as he picked her up rocking her a bit. “You’re sick…do the others know? You’re so warm,” he coped out unintentionally.

She nuzzles her cheek against his cheek with a nod as she clings to his tall figure. “You’re awfully quiet today too…” Kei says as he grabs her chin with one hand. He stares into her eyes before shaking his head, “You seem to be in a deeper headspace than usual..feeling smaller?”

All she did was nod and confirm his words which Kei figured. He remembered Keiji speaking about how at times regressors can regress younger than they usually do. This normally happens when they are under more stress than they usually are. “You’re feeling like a baby?” He asked calmly.

Yet another nod as Kei thinks over what he remembers about baby space. This was unfamiliar territory for him as he had never seen his princess in a headspace younger than 5 or 6. “I’m guessing that’s why you’re not talking too…huh?”

He didn’t even need to see her nod, which she did, to know her being in baby space was the reason she was nonverbal. Kei only held her tight in his arms before leaving the bedroom, thoughts of changing long forgotten.

Later that day when Keiji had finally left his home office,which was in a secluded part of the house, he walked downstairs. He was amused to see Kei trying to put down a reluctant and crying Y/N. It seemed the last thing she wanted was to be put down for a nap even if she would be sleeping on the couch next to him.

“What’s going on here?” Keiji asked in his rather caring voice. As he did she perked up making grabby hands at him.

“She doesn’t want me to put her down even when I told her I’ll be right beside her. I think she regressed further than usual as she’s nonverbal right now. She also has a little fever but that has gone down a bit,” Kei said.

Keiji could see the the exhaustion on Kei’s face as he tried to get her to sleep. “Don’t worry Kei, do what you need…I’ll take care of her..” he assures.

Before Kei could protest or she could whine Keiji had already scooped her up in his arms. Sitting on the couch with her in his arms he presses kisses to her slightly warm skin. When he does a flurry of giggles leave her pouty lips. “Look at you dove causing such a fuss..” he said affectionately as Kei walked upstairs to shower and sleep.

After Kei went upstairs Keiji let out the couch so that he could lay down on it with his dove. Since it was a lazy body that could work as an oversized bed he grabbed a blanket off of the back of the couch.

“It’s okay dove..I’ll be here when you wake up..” Keiji cooed as he pressed kisses along her cheeks and nose. With his words of comfort, she did exactly that and fell asleep in his arms as they laid on the couch.

When she woke up hours later she felt better as her fever had gone down fully. Rubbing her eyes she still felt tired but she didn’t feel as small as she did before. Looking around she noticed it was still raining and the TV was playing an episode of Bluey.

Not only that but she noticed all four of her boyfriends asleep on the couch around her. She couldn’t help the smile that appeared on her face as it seemed they wanted to keep her company.

“Kitten…why are you up? Go to sleep..” Kozume said from his position beside Akira. His eyes were partially open as he looked at her. With a nod, she listened before curling up between Kei and Keiji. This time she fell asleep with no issue knowing that regardless of what happened she would always have them there for her.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed anon! I think I’ll be writing a bit more but I don’t know. I recently started grad school and I’ve been occupied with that and settling into adulthood.

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kosije · 1 year

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his fingers trace all over your skin as you lay snuggled up to your pillow. he can feel the warmth of your skin when he gets close to your face, peppering sweet kisses along your forehead. heat spreads through his body and lives in his cheeks as he proclaims his love in soft whispers, making sure to not wake you up because he loves how peaceful you look just like this.

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infi8ity · 1 year

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“Y/N?” HE WHISPERED.

"hm?" you hummed.

"are you asleep?"

you don't remember at which point in the story you'd drifted off to sleep but your exhaustion rendered you silent. he needed not a reply when the soft snore that escaped your lips was enough to answer itself.

he chuckles. closing his copy of your book pick of the month, pride and prejudice, he exchanges it for a bath towel on the bathroom sink before shifting his weight from the stool perched beside the porcelain claw-foot tub to the rug adjacent.

"y/n." he says softly. "my love," he cups his large palm against your face, thumb stroking your cheekbone—lightly cooing for you to wake up. at first, you opt to not heed him any mind and continue with your slumber, but when he presses a kiss so delicate and warm against the temple of your forehead, it almost makes you forget that your bath water has since grown lukewarm, and the bubbles have started to dissolve.

he knows your weakness.

your eyes flutter open, blinking back drowsiness. you smile softly at the sight of him. he was so beautiful. he wore the kind of beauty that he wasn't aware of and that made him even lovelier.

you sighed gently.

"are you okay y/n?”

"you're just such a sight for sore eyes." you remark, grinning at his bashful reaction. "i didn't mean to interrupt your reading. you can keep going. i like when you read to me."

"nah, that's alright. we were done for the night. i'd much rather carry you to the room and have you sleep comfortably in our bed where it's safer. yeah?" he stands, spreading the towel open across his chest.

"yeah." you repeat, sleep thick in your voice; you stand, allowing him to envelope you in the towel and melt into his embrace.

you felt safest in his arms.

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rintarousgirl · 10 months

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i wanna be yours -- 1. why'd you only ever call me when you're high?

✦ - Y/N is a small business owner, offering her services not only as a designer but an at-home makeup artist and cosmetic producer as well. She's perfectly content with her small life when she's approached by the manager of the INARIZAKI band, asking for her to fill the position of backstage artist on short notice. Needing the money, and wanting the experience, Y/N agrees. Little does she know of the fatal attraction she will share with the band's lead, Suna Rintarou.

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The smell of caramel and cocoa hung in the air of the small coffee shop as you worked silently. Your laptop sat on the table in front of you while you sewed a small rip in one of your client's commissions. You weren't the biggest seamstress, but you did it pretty well by hand and it went by a lot quicker and smoother for you then doing it with a machine.

You loved coming to the coffee shop to get your work done. The smell of roast and warm pastries soothed you, and the large, iced coffee you always ordered remained one of your favorite drinks. No other place was able to make it the way you liked it like this place did.

Putting down your commission, you took a sip of your coffee, relishing in its taste. You breathed out a sigh and wiped your lipgloss off the straw. You were about to scroll through a few unanswered emails when a man slides into the other half of the booth you occupied.

Blinking, you took in the sight of him, and your eyes met hazel ones. "Um, hello," you said, feeling a spark of uncomfort grow in you. The man gave a small smile, holding a drink of his own.

"Hello. I'm hoping you're Ms. Y/N?"

You ran the possibilities through your mind. He could be a sales marketer, or a fan. Though, it was weird to run into a fan of your rather small business in your rather small town in an even smaller coffee shop. Unnerved, you gave a nod.

"Good, that makes things a lot easier. I don't want to scare you, but I have been looking into your business as an artist and designer. I'm Kita Shinsuke, and I have a job proposition for you."

Swallowing around a lump in your throat, you said, "Go ahead."

He takes a small sip of his drink, before clearing his throat. "I'm sure you've heard of the band INARIZAKI?"

You snorted. "Who hasn't?" you asked jokingly. The band was popular, known for its amazing talent and "hot" members. You hadn't heard much of their music, but they sounded good enough on the radio when you drove. You knew Kuroo was a bit of a fan, but that's all the exposure you had.

Running a small business, you don't have a lot of time to engage in things you may like. You were constantly running yourself ragged trying to ship out the right number of orders with perfect quality to your clients. You couldn't even count how many nights you'd stayed up till the birds began to chirp trying to package and create things. You may have overestimated your abilities to sell your own makeup, clothes, and other cute things along with being an at-home makeup artist. But you wouldn't stop for the world.

Kita agreed with a small chuckle. "Well, I am their manager. Due to unfortunate circumstances our current makeup artist and outfit coordinator left our team. Obviously, we wouldn't want any big faces on our team as we'd like to keep it small for the privacy of our band members. You were recommended to me through a friend, and I was told how to approach you."

You tried to think of your recent clients, and their backgrounds. Off the top of your head, none of them seemed famous enough to know the manager of the INARIZAKI band. Unless it were Bokuto or Kenma, but you're pretty sure they wouldn't talk with them either.

You had to admit, he was piquing your interest.

"So, Ms. Y/N. It isn't anything set in stone yet, but could we arrange something? I'm aware this is very short notice, but we have a small concert three nights from now and I'm afraid I am not well-versed enough to do it myself. Try it out, see if you'd like the gig, and we'll see how it goes.

"It is very sudden," you say, thinking back to all the projects you had at home. But you didn't have any makeup gigs as of recent, just small shipping's and your own personal life. You could do it, probably. "Let me check my calendar."

Kita nodded. "Of course."

You ignored your emails once more, and clicked on your calendar tab. You were right. Any bookings weren't for another week at the least, and most of your current commissions were small things like scarves or sweaters. Well, you had those specialized kneepads to work on for Bokuto's birthday two weeks from now, but you had some free time.

"I could do that, yeah," you say, smiling at him. Kita seemed nice and pretty harmless, and you had heard the name before. You trusted him, even if it was stupid to say.

Kita's small smile grows into something a little hopeful. "Wonderful. I've already emailed you before this, but I hadn't gotten a response. So, you have my contact information. May I have your email?"

You nod, writing it down on a pad of paper for him. He pockets it. "I'm going to set up something with the band as a meeting before the concert. Most likely a dinner tomorrow night, does that sound good?"

"Just send me the details!" you beam, giving him a thumbs up.

He gets up to leave, but you grab onto his sleeve. He turns, cup in hand. "Thank you for giving me this opportunity, really. I'm very excited."

Kita looks down to his shoes for a second, as if in thought, then his hazel eyes snap back up to you. "I should be the one thanking you for accepting so suddenly. You're really saving my job, Y/N."

"I wouldn't say so. You do a lot for the band as manager. If you didn't, you wouldn't have found me."

"I suppose you're right."

Kita leaves after that, and you turn to face the coffee table. Shock begins to register within your body. Did that really just happen? Your fingers shake, and you know you won't be able to get any sewing done for a while.

This was the opportunity of a lifetime. Kita said he'd emailed you before. What if he hadn't been so determined as to hunt you down? Would you have missed this just because you slacked off on checking your emails?

God.

You take out your phone, and open twitter. Talking about your issues on social media always got a laugh out of your friends.

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fun fact(s)!:

y/n and akaashi were the first friends out of the group, dating all the way back to high school. akaashi's overprotective of her like a brother, and they hang out the most. akaashi introduced her to bokuto at vb when she became the manager for his team and then to kuroo and kenma.

kita regularly goes to the same coffee shop y/n was at with aran. he just happened to run into her there picking up coffees for the two of them.

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jamminlocks · 5 months

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Birthday Night {Akaashi x Reader}

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Tags: F/M, post time-skip, established relationship, birthday fic, soft Akaashi, afab reader, soft reader, Fluff, tooth aching fluff, Domestic Fluff, kissing, sfw, no smut, slightly suggestive in the end Word count: 1,135 Summary: though it's his birthday, a wonderful and acceptable reason to drink with friends, Akaashi made the active choice to just go home to simply get some rest and spend the night with you. A/N: a little something with the birthday boy :) [ao3]

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Exiting the station greets Keiji with early December weather. He makes his way to his apartment alone on his birthday. It's nothing to be sad about. His co-workers invited him to head out drinking, the drinks being on them. Bokuto invited hangout as well though there was no date for it. But, given that it's so early in the week and he still has Udai-sensei's chapter for the following weeks to be concerned about, with a lot of convincing, His gift of free drinks will be given on Saturday instead. While Bokuto's offer, on the other hand, had to be postponed for some time in the near future to at least before the year ends.

He left work and went his way home early, a rare occasion. Much like anyone else exhausted mentally and physically, Keiji tries to hurry home. Hurrying home not only to finally relax, but he has actual plans for tonight.

From the opposite direction of the street, he sees someone in a white coat and scarf, carrying a box by the ribbon on one hand and two big bags on the other. Their walk is familiar to him. The closer they got it he recognizes who it was and it warmed his cheeks.

Its you.

The moment you see him, you smile and the stiffness on your face is gone in an instant. Keiji gets to the edge of the street first and watches you speedily, yet carefully walk to him.

"Good Evening," you said with the energy of a sunny morning.

"Good Evening," he returned. Although not matching your energy, your gladness is contagious to him. "Aren't you early from what you said?"

"I wanted it to be a surprise that I was early," you said, the smile not leaving your face. It seems to radiate even more with the different make up you have today, You show off the box. "See, I bought cake! Happy birthday!"

He smiles softly. "and the other bags?"

"your gift and food. I'll cook us dinner. I've got dishes in mind." You nodded to the street In front of you, a sign to start heading to his apartment. Before he started walking, Keiji took one bag from your hand.

"here, let me. Give me the other one too."

"you'll open the door, though."

"fare enough. Then hand me the heavier bag." And so you did.

Walking together on the way to his apartment, you both talk about how the day was. Keiji speaking of work and his co-workers, comparing Kuroo's enthusiastic birthday greeting from Kenma's normal one, and Bokuto's invite to hangout yet not having a scheduled date for it. The weight of exhaustion leaves him as he listens to your day, how exciting it was to choose the cake, how lucky you were to finally get the scarf you wanted. The distance between you two never grows wider, even while walking up the stairs in the case of his apartment.

Keiji digs through the pocket of his pants for his keys. "Why don't you go in first and set everything down?" He said.

You hum in agreement. After a click in the knob, Keiji swings the door and keeps it open for you then enters himself. Once inside, the tension in his head and back he didn't know he had disappeared. The comfort of his space is a relief. All he hears of you as he strips his scarf, coat and shoes are your foot steps and the crackling of the bag being opened. Keiji takes in the atmosphere you give his home, hoping that it will be the beginning of a peaceful evening with you.

He fixes his coat onto the wrack, or he tries. The change of temperature in the air left his glasses misty. As he tries to find his cloth for his lenses in one of his coat pockets. The weight of a body presses on to his back and a pair of arms wraps around his torso.

"Keiji~" you said in that low and playful tone you do when wanting his attention. You were patient with him, keeping your grim on him loose as he fixed his glasses.

One he was done and Keiji placed them back on his face, he turned and you adjusted with him, placing yourselves chest to chest with each other. Your coat and scarf were already gone.

"yes?" He asked. It's rhetorical, really. In that he knows you aren't really asking for anything that can't be answered with his affection. wrapping he own arms around, he brings you in tighter. A kiss to your forehead was his 'thank you' for the hug. But before he could pull away, you lean in to peck on his cheeks. It's gentle and teasing, making Keiji hum, a bit tickled.

Then, you kiss him on his lips, light and fleeting. He thought you were done but one kiss led to another. From the way your arms are firmly on him, it was clear you had no intentions on letting him go just yet. Basically trapping him. So he mirrors your affection, kissing you back with the same gentleness, maybe a little more, but nothing too much.

The sensation of your lipstick is slightly sticky, but it doesn't take away from the warmth and softness of your lips with each little kiss. Slowly, his hand reaches to trace up your back. You, in turn, finally let go of him from your embrace, only to slither your hand up and cup his face.

Its warm, intoxicating. His cheeks being caressed by your finger as kiss and nip on and on the side of his lips. relaxing to his tired nerves. So relaxing in fact that he didn't even realize he was falling a little bit backwards until his back is against the door. Nice as this is, if this keeps up, he knows the rest of the night won't go as he and you planned. The food will be neglected as well.

He takes over a little, nipping and sucking on your bottom lip before firmly placing his hands on your hips and politely pushing you off him. With the way you look at him with a half-lidded gaze, it was clear you don't want it to be over, neither did he.

"don't get too carried away. We just got here," he reminds you.

"I know," you said. Despite saying this, you lean on him again, wrapping his waist once more and kissing his cheek, moving slowly down his neck. It heats Keiji up all over. "I missed you. Happy birthday, Keiji," you said, not entirely sultry, your earnestness showing more. He'd almost laugh, given he last saw you a few days ago. Still he understands your sentiment. It's hard for him to ask you stop, especially when your kisses feel so nice. But, really, the two of you won't leave each other's touch all night if this keeps going.

Keiji takes your arms and pushes them away. You are quick to understand that he is serious, so you pull back. He cups your cheek for you to face him. Seeing that your lipstick smudged to the side, he tries to wipe it with his thumb. The attempt makes you smile.

He smiles too. "Thank you, really," he said kissing you one last time before he is done for now. "We should get dinner ready."

"okay," you head off first, returning to the kitchen.

"I'll help you," he calls

"okay, I'll season the meat first!"

Keiji walks in front of the mirror close to the main door, about to fix his shirt to some capacity, though he doesn't think you did too much to wrinkle it more. What he first sees is his lipstick stains you left, from his neck, cheeks, and especially his lips, practically tinted its shade. He wipes the ones on his neck and it comes off quite easily, to his surprise and disappointment. His laugh is mixed in with a blissful sigh. He considers if he'll leave marks of his own on you later.

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a/n: it's bad enough that I don't post fics anymore. But here is something for you all since it's akaashi's bday. I won't be able to complete a whole fic again in a while because I have a thesis to write!! Please pray for me and my thesis everyone!! It will help in the quality of my fics, I promise

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fanfiction #hq fanfiction #hq x reader #haikyuu x y/n #hq x y/n #akaashi x reader #akaashi x y/n #akaashi fluff #fluff #hq fluff #sfw #akaashi keiji #hq fanfic #haikyuu fanfic

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creative-crybaby · 1 year

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Cross-Hatching

PAIRING: timeskip!Akaashi Keiji x fem!reader

GENRE: fluff

TAGS + WARNINGS: none, as far as I'm aware

WORD COUNT: 1.5k

SUMMARY: An eye-catching stranger on the train soon becomes your muse when you take out your sketchbook and pencil.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: omg no smut???? Who is she 😩😩😩

Train rides to work would be more tolerable if you weren’t shrinking your entire body to make room for the dozens of people crowding in.

You’re usually lucky when entering; the transit only carries a few passengers when you first enter, and you find yourself a seat. It isn’t until a few stops in do the train doors open to anyone who needs it, and your eyes glance at the map as if it’ll pass any time.

You’re ten stops from your destination when he enters your train car.

A tall figure with a briefcase and a cream coat makes his way through person after person, lucky enough to catch a newly vacant seat near you. Three seats across from yours, to be more precise. After making himself comfortable, he takes a deep breath, running a hand through tufts of onyx hair, trying to clean it up. In a rush, you assume. His attempts do little to fix the mess, but you think the slight wildness suits him—juxtaposing how he carries himself.

You have to draw him.

Practicing anatomy is something you try to do whenever you can, and while drawing strangers isn’t unheard of, you can’t help but feel like you’re intruding. When they’re letting their guard down, someone they don’t know turns that fleeting moment into a memory.

But what they don’t understand is that an artist doesn’t view it like that. And with the stranger sitting only a few seats away, why not take that opportunity?

You’re quick to take out your pencil and mini sketchbook, flipping to a blank page to scratch shapes upon shapes for a human base. You occasionally glance at the map to calculate your remaining time, not wasting a second as every scratch of graphite on paper becomes more and more life-like.

Seven more stops. Your rough sketch is complete, and you erase excess lines and circles of a skeleton.

Five more stops. You fill in the darker spots with cross hatches, creating definition to his cream coat while adding to the mesmerizing mess that is his hair.

Three more stops. Barely done with the shading, and now you move on to all the little details, from the light hitting his glasses to the almost unnoticeable downward curl of his lips. Not upset; just pondering.

One more stop. You rise from your seat, forcing all hesitation out of your system with every step forward.

“Excuse me,” you push the volume into your voice. Blueberry eyes shielded by thick-rimmed glasses peer up at you.

“Yes?” He hums. You almost forget your reason for approaching him, his gaze and soothing voice tempting you to carve every detail into your memory.

Not knowing how long time has passed since anything has been said, you hastily hold the drawing out before him. “I just wanted to give you this.”

You could have said more; you probably should have. Easier said than done when your words jumble around in your head, away from your planned sentences that never got to leave your brain.

The organ then shortcircuits when you catch the corners of the stranger’s lips tilt upwards, his sharp eyes softening as he takes your creation.

“You drew this?” As gentle as his voice may be, you could hear it over the bustling of the crowded train car, your surroundings almost tuned out to give him your devoted attention. You don’t trust yourself to speak properly, so you nod meekly. The ravenette hums again, his focus returning to your portrait of him.

“I’d do a better job if I had more time,” you stammer, suddenly talkative. “I hope I didn’t weird you out or anything—sometimes I like to draw people when I have the chance.”

“No, no,” he insists, peering back at you. “I’m just flattered, is all.” The stranger adjusts his glasses before adding, “Had I known I would be a model, I would have cleaned myself up a bit more.”

You giggle airily: a joke, it must be. “You’re still plenty pretty to draw.”

Your words register with a slap as soon as they leave your lips, and your eyes widen. The man’s expression copies yours, with a soft pink tint caressing his cheeks.

A woman’s voice announces your stop, and you think the gods finally decided to show you some mercy. You barely stutter a goodbye when the train comes to a halt before pushing past whoever stands in your way.

The exhale that leaves your lungs comes out like a squeak when you find your way out of the metro. The opportunity to breathe presents itself as the crowd disperses, heading to the exit or their next train. You join the former group, your interaction with the stranger playing on a loop as you climb the stairs.

“Excuse me.”

A hand lands on your shoulder when you make it to the top. You squeak, whipping your head around to confront the culprit.

Your muse stands before you, his eyes widening ever so slightly in concern.

“Oh,” you relax. “It’s just you.”

“I’m sorry for startling you,” he retracts before holding out his other hand. You turn around to face him; in his hold is your sketchbook. You subconsciously clutch your bag, feeling the emptiness those one-hundred-sixty pages filled. “You left this behind.”

You take a moment to process his words before hastily taking your book back, a string of apologies leaving your lips. “Missed your stop to give this back to me, too.”

The man shakes his head reassuringly. “This was also my stop, actually.”

You two are still at the top of the stairs, hoards of people passing by during your pause in time. You don’t hear whatever they’re saying to each other or on the phone, nor do you notice the impatient ones who emphasize their movements when they walk around you.

“That’s good.” You don’t know what else to say.

“I also thought I should introduce myself,” he continues, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “I’m Akaashi Keiji.” You nod, noticing his fingers fidgeting in their intertwined hold. You almost wonder what they’d feel laced with your own before responding with your name. “I figured I should tell you after you took the time to draw me.”

The man–Akaashi–offers a light smile. Even as stoic as he appeared in the short amount of time you’ve interacted, there’s a soothingness to his voice that has you relaxing your shoulders.

“Right,” you chuckle in embarrassment. “I meant to just give you the drawing, not the whole sketchbook. My bad.”

The stranger shakes his head reassuringly before taking his first step forward. You subconsciously follow him toward the exit, eyes remaining on his portrait.

“I figured as much,” he says, stepping away from the door to let the others pass, and you follow him. He looks down at the sketchbook. "I didn't want to take out the drawing, just in case."

A light breeze fans your face as the sun’s glow kisses your skin. If it weren’t for your new acquaintance standing in the way, you’d have to squint just to see ahead. It’s also here that you realize this is most likely where you part ways, and you refrain from frowning. You selfishly wonder if not bringing it up will make him forget and keep him around. Unfortunately for you, your boss won’t care for your pretty-boy-meet-cute excuse. You mask your sigh of disappointment as any other deep exhale.

“Well, I wouldn’t want to take any more of your time,” you tell him, clutching the strap of your bag. “Thanks again for returning my sketchbook to me.”

“It was no problem, really,” Akaashi insists. “If I could bother you a little more, could you hand me your book and pencil, please? I promise I won’t take long.”

You wouldn’t mind even if he did, but you don’t voice that. Instead, you do as he asked, waiting as he flips through the pages until he stops at one and lightly scribbles something down. Your new acquaintance returns the sketchbook to you with that same page open: it’s the one of him you drew not even ten minutes ago, and next to his head is a series of numbers in between dashes. Your head snaps to look at him once more, eyes wide and face warm.

Akaashi smiles gently. “You’re not obligated to agree to anything, but I’d love it if we could meet up for coffee sometime.” When you continue to stare in bewilderment, he quickly glances at his watch. “I’ll have to leave now, but your portrait of me was a nice start to my morning.” His body slowly turns the other way. “Have a good rest of your day.”

“Wait!” you exclaim before you can stop yourself. Akaashi halts his movements. “I usually give my art to the person I drew. I won’t be able to call you if your number’s on your portrait.”

The ravenette turns his head to face you again, a soft smile gracing his lips and a sharp glimmer in his eyes. “If you want, you can give it to me on our next encounter.”

He leaves you standing there with another goodbye, your feet planted on the concrete, face blooming with heat and sketchbook in hand.

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#hq #fanfic #fanfiction #sfw #fluff #akaashi x reader #akaashi keiji #akaashi fluff #fukurodani #haikyuu fluff

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ya9amicide · 1 month

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♡ anime masterlist ♡

pov: your camera roll if you were dating keiji akaashi.

#𐙚 sfw !#haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu fic #haikyuu aesthetic #camera roll fic #camera roll fanfiction #keiji akaashi #akaashi keiji #keiji akaashi x reader #akaashi keiji x reader #keiji akaashi x y/n #akaashi keiji x y/n #keiji akaashi x you #akaashi keiji x you

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thatbigbisexual29 · 8 months

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Getting Pushed Off the High Horse (Haikyuu!!)

Soooooooooooo... hi everyone! It's been a while since I've posted a fic, and I deeply apologize! Life has been busy so hoping on the computer and writing is kind of a hard task, I'm sure some of you can relate. And don't worry, I'm still working on that lee!Hobie fic, but after that's posted I might stop with the Spiderverse fics for a while. I still love the movies, but I've ran out of tickle fic content for that certain fandom. So I'll try posting something new! Hence this fic! I've been a fan of Haikyuu for a while and started watching it again *shoves down at least 50 animes I've been putting on the back burner* Okok I've been rambling now, so here you go! Enjoy! :3

“Hell yeah! That spike was even better than my last one! Eat my dust Akaashi! Woo!” was what Bokuto was currently shouting at his teammate.

It was very uncaptain-like, but his friends knew him well to know that this was a common occurrence. Whenever the team practiced together, Bokuto’s gloating personality shone. Akaashi didn’t mind the showboating, he honestly didn't. But today was not the day.

First, he woke up 30 minutes late to school, had to make up an exam in his first period, spilled his lunch all over himself, read a passage wrong in his English class and got laughed at, found out he failed that first period exam, got a C on another exam, got fussed at for sleeping in class, and accidentally packed his dirty uniform rather than a clean one for practice, so he stunk really bad. Out of all the days the gods wanted to test him, this was the day. And Bokuto was no help. In fact, he was the one that caused Akaashi to spill his lunch. He apologized… but not after he cackled like a lunatic! He even threatened to make ‘soup crotch’ his new nickname. A ‘don’t you fucking dare’ look ended that threat quick and Bokuto even offered some clean clothes he had. Which was surprising since… well, since it’s Bokuto.

And now, after that extra mean spike Bokuto just served, Akaashi’s anger was near its boiling point. He glared at his captain from the other side of the next, wanting so badly to wipe that smug smirk off of his stupid face. Bokuto caught on and had some shit to talk.

“Oooh, is someone mad he can’t block my spikes? You should have gotten used to it by now~ Isn't losing to me your strong point? Since you’ve been losing to me ever since we met, I thought you would have rolled over and accepted your fate already~” Bokuto purred, snickering when Akaashi’s glare grew sour. The ravenette responded with a quick, “Shut up, owl.”

“Don’t let him get in your head!” Konoha shouted. Akaashi shook his head and tried to focus. But today’s events just kept piling up every time he looked at Bokuto’s stupid, annoying face. He took a deep breath in and exhaled in an attempt to calm himself. As soon as these practices were over, he could go home. He just wanted to go home.

Washio served the ball and the game was in motion. After the back and forth tosses, Bokuto took his stand.

“Pass it to me!” he called. Akaashi kept eyes on his friend, watching the ball spin in the air towards him. He watched as the ace readied himself then ran to the net, Akaashi right in front of him. They jumped at the same time, Akaashi ready to block. Bokuto had a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, one his best friend could spot a mile away. Then, there was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

“Take THIS, soup crotch!!!” Bokuto’s scream echoed across the gym as the sound of the ball slamming on the court followed suit. When they landed, Akaashi struck. He immediately ducked under the net and tackled the older boy to the court. Surprised, Bokuto let out an undignified squeal before bursting into maniacal laughter. He guarded his head as Akaashi attempted to collide his fists to the other’s shitty hair. He wasn’t trying to seriously injure, he would never go that far, but a few bruises wouldn’t kill the ace.

“I! Told! You! To! Shut! Up!” Akaashi growled between blocked hits. Bokuto just laughed and laughed as he grabbed Akaashi’s wrists and held them up.

“Hahaha! Looks like soup crotch can’t take the teeeasiiiing~” Bokuto just had to keep it up. Akaashi’s eyes burned bright with a murderous fire. Without knowing what else to do, Akaashi ripped his arms from Bokuto’s grip and shoved them into his armpits. That probably wasn’t the best idea since his pits were extremely sweaty, and because Bokuto decided to show everyone his best rodeo bull impression.

Bokuto proceeded to shoot his arms to his sides and hug his chest, cackling hysterically as his friend attacked a particularly bad spot. Their teammates watched on with exasperated yet understanding smiles. And plus, they didn’t dare intervene. Not when Akaashi’s face looked like he was happily skinning his prey alive.

“Yeah, yeah! Nothin’ to say now, huh? Huh? You were all big talk not one second ago, where did that talk go? Where did it go Bokuto?! You shut up real quick when someone gets a few tickles in, don’tcha? Come on, tease me again! One more jab, one more mock, one more word I dare you!” Akaashi bellowed with a sadistic smile on his face. Bokuto howled with mirth as he rocked side to side, kicking his feet to try and lessen the tickly feeling somehow.

“BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! A-AKAASHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHI! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA! EHEEHEEHEE- GAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!” screamed Bokuto. He could never handle tickles well, his friends knew this. Even a squeeze to his side would send him through the roof. But this was plain ol’ mean. Akaashi knew his weak spots better than anyone, and how to tickle just right so Bokuto ends up crying.

“Oh nuh-uh! You deserve this, you bastard! How are you able to read the court, but not your friend?! Why do you have to be so. Damn. Annoying?!” Akaashi growled as he now focused on Bokuto’s ribs, alternating between his massaging technique and his clawing technique. The poor ace finally managed to roll onto his stomach, but somehow, not being able to block out the tickles from behind made him even more ticklish.

“REEHEEHEEHEEEEE!! AKA-AKAAHAHAHAHAHAHASHI! SAHAHAHAHAHAHAHARRY! I’M SAHAHAHAHAHAHAHARRY!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! IT'S JUST- BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! IT’S SOHOHOHOHOHOHO EHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEASYYYYY! REEEEEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEEEE!” Bokuto cried. He attempted to crawl away, but Akaashi kept him down by laying his shin over the small of his back. The rest of the Fukurodani team, who decided to take a water break since this might take a minute, laughed from the sidelines.

“Oh my god, he sounds like Scooby Doo!” One of them remarked. The others cracked up even louder, joined their voices with Bokuto’s in the echoing gym. Akaashi himself couldn’t stop himself from smiling earnestly either. Bokuto was a dummy, that fact wasn’t to be argued with. But at least he was a loveable dummy. Even when he’s more aggravating than sin. All the teases and jabs he made to Akaashi were all friendly. He didn’t have a sinister bone in his body. He probably thought that he was cheering up the setter, so no harm was truly intended. Such a moron, Akaashi thought to himself.

“Apologize! Or else!” Akaashi demanded, pausing the tickling and placing his hand on the back of Bokuto’s thigh. Bokuto flipped himself on his back with a panicked scream.

“I’M SORRY!!!! I’m sorry for calling you soup crotch! And for making you spill the soup! And for hitting those nasty spikes! Please please please please have mercy Akaashi!” Bokuto begged. Akaashi smirked and stood up, putting his hands on his hips.

“That’s right dumbass. Learn to cheer your friend up in different ways.” Akaashi was about to walk away when he felt Bokuto’s weak hand clasp his shorts. The ace panted heavily and gulped a few times, wanting to say something but unable to get it out just yet. Akaashi rolled his eyes fondly and waited.

“Aka- *gulp* Akaashi… *pant pant pant* Let’s stop by a store… *pant pant* and get… *gulp* meat buns? I’ll *pant* pay…!” Bokuto asked. The setter looked at him surprised, then smiled and nodded.

“That’s fine with me. Now get up and drink something before you pass out.” He pulled the ace to his feet and pushed him towards the bench. After practice, Bokuto kept to his word and bought them each five meat buns from a local convenience store. Akaashi didn’t need that much, but it was the thought that counts. He reflected back on today while walking home with Bokuto, who wouldn’t stop talking, and smiled. Eh, today wasn’t so bad, he thought.

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #bokuto koutarou #akaashi keiji #haikyuu akaashi #haikyuu bokuto #tickle fic #bokuto #akaashi #tickle community #haikyuu tickle #sfw tickles #sfw tickle community #sfw tickle fic

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nataliewritez · 1 year

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Oya? Oya Oya? Oya Oya Oya?

You know what I haven’t consumed in a while… Bokuto/Akaashi…. May I request them? owo

How To Train Your Owl || Haikyuu!! Tk Fic

A/N: Sister hello!! I have never written for these two lol, but their dynamic is honestly so adorable that I wish I did a fic on them sooner!! I hope you enioy!!

Summary: Bokuto is getting on Akaashi's nerves while his trying to practice, resorting to childish punishments for his childish senior.

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The rest of the team had already left, leaving Akaashi and Bokuto in the gym to practice. Bokuto had the keys in his pocket so once they finished, he could lock it up and leave with his teammate.

What people in their team didn't know was their secret relationship. The two had been dating since they were in second camp, which no one had even caught them out on.

As Akaashi went to hit the ball, he took at glance at Bokuto and flushed as he winked at him, causing him to miss the ball, much to Bokuto's amusement. "Bokuto.. you distracted me again." Akaashi bit his tongue once he said that to hide his irritation, and Bokuto laughed, coming to his side of the net and wrapping an arm around him, bringing him close.

"Aww, what's wrong? Did I fluster you?" He teased, making kissy lips before making a yelp as Akaashi lightly shoved the ball at his face, making him pout playfully. "So cruel to your lover boy! I'm hurt!" He feigned sadness, making Akaashi shake his head with an amused smile, kissing his cheek. "There, better?" He asked, Bokuto making a quick mod with a satisfied smile, returning to the other side of the net.

As Akaashi went to set the ball, he glanced at the dual haired, his cheeks flushing and forgetting about the ball as Bokuto made a devious smirk at him. Okay, now he was doing this intentionally.

Akaashi gritted his teeth and let the volleyball roll away, he walked towards Bokuto, who raised his hands and laughed out of pure amusement. "Bokuto! You're doing this on purpose, this isn't practice anymore!" He huffed, Bokuto wiping a stray tear from how hard he was laughing. "Sorry! It's just so adorable seieng you blush over something so simple!"

That reply, however, set Akaashi off, as he backed Bokuto to the back of the cold gym walls, as he continued to laugh. "You wanna laugh? Fine, I'll give you a reason to laugh." And with that, hands descended upon the other, clawing motions towards his underarms, making the other practically howl, arm's clenching downwards defensively. "AH!? Akahahahashi! Please! Ihi'm sohohorry!"

"No, you aren't." Akaashi huffed, iritation spreading over his face, as Bokuto used a hand to quickly shove at him, only to regret it as louder laughter sparked out of him due to the younger speeding up his movement's, growing more strategic. "Akahashi! Okay! Yohour right! I'm nohot sorry! Buhut you are adoraHAHA- OH CHRIHIST!" He threw his head back, his body sliding down the gym wall, exposing himself, as he shivered once the cold walls hit his back, and Akaashi took full advantage of this situation. He darted his hands down and opted to massage his thumbs against his lower ribs towards Bokuto's side's, making him curl inwards, a loud yet adorable snort unsheathing itself from his lungs.

"Wow, you must've grown more ticklish then last time, hm? Ir is it the cold that's doing me a favour?" Akaashi pointed out, tracing his pinky against his side, making goosebumps erupt against Bokuto's skin, as he jerked around, frantically giggling and opting to shove at Akaashi, making a smug smile crawl over his features.

Goosebumps turned to full on belly laughter as Akaashi snuck a hand to reach down, squeezing and kneading deep circles against Bokuto's knee's, making him kick his leg out, his body becoming limp as he hugged himself, joyful tears brinking the corners of his eye's. "GAHAH!? Akaha-KASHI!! DAHAMN YOU!" He cackled, the smug smile turning into a soft one, as he stopped and laid himself ontop of him, resting his head against his shoulder and kissing his cheek, making him blush.

"You're cruel, you know that?" He laughed, wrapping a weak arm around the younger, kissing his forehead in return, making the other smile up at him, squirming and giggling as Bokuto playfully scribbled his side's for a moment, "Okay okahay! I aham!" Akaashi admitted, sighing in proud defeat as Bokuto stopped, the two just cuddling there for the time being until Bokuto recovered.

#natalie writez #sezzie❤#sezzie the sweetheart❤#sfw tickle community #sfw tk community #tk community #sfw tk blog #tickle content #tickle fluff #tickle fic #tk fic #haikyuu tk #haikyuu tickle #haikyuu tickling #haikyuu tickles #lee!bokuto #ticklish!bokuto #ler!akaashi #ticklish!akaashi

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oiks-milkbread · 1 year

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Bad dreams pt. 2

Kuroo Tetsurou

Tetsurou's head is heavy on your chest, his body completely limp on yours, if you'd paused the movie you were watching, you would hear a light snore.

You keep automatically stroking his dark locks, trying to stay still, in order to not bother him.

This is the second afternoon in a row in which your best friend begged you to let him nap in your room, saying it would help him rest better, since he's been having nightmares.

You're not sure how napping in your room turned into napping on you.

You don't mind it, at least that's what you're telling to yourself, balantly lying.

You wouldn't mind, but the way he rested his head on your chest, the way you stroked his hair, your legs tangled togheter under the duvet, your body gladly leaning into his warmth, everything felt so intimate.

You do mind, the way your heart keeps beating faster and faster is the proof, you can't help but wonder if tetsurou could hear it too.

This is not the first time you leaned into his touch longer than usual, making you painfully aware of your feelings, yet your only response is just trying to hide them.

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stormieeessstoriesssss · 1 year

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Clingy Haikyuu Setter Squad x NB!Reader

I hope you guys Enjoy! I will try my hardest to be a good writer! (Proof read: Hell no...)

THIS WAS ALL MADE TO BE SFW! GET YA NASTY SELVES OUTTA HERE IF U WERE LOOKIN FOR SMUT!!!

Reposting: Allowed but please give credits <3

Tobio Kageyama:

“Kags...Let me go now...” you stare down at him, hes wrapped his arms around you while he was venting about Hinata. You move his arms from around you but as soon as you do he shoots up and glares at you. “I was in the middle of talking about this boke Hinata and yet you move me?” You stare at him “DUDE I HAD TO PEE FOR THE PAST 15 MINUTES LET ME GO!” he nods at that “I’m coming with you” “KAGEYAMA!”

Kōshi Sugawara:

Your sitting down in your chair then your boyfriend comes into the room. “Hey how were the demons today?” he slowly shakes his head “Tanaka and Noya were riling up Kageyama and Hinata so they all started screaming their lungs out then Daichi got mad and yelled at them.” You laugh at the story but when Suga hugs you it cuts your laughter off. “Awww affectionate are we?” He nods his head then snuggles his face into your neck. He lets go but sits in the chair with you. “Suga- your squishing me-.” he takes note of that then sets you in his lap. You were so suprised by his actions that you froze. He looks at your book and smiles “So what are we reading?”

Tōru Oikawa:

“BABEEEE IWA-CHAN WAS BEING MEAN TO ME! I DIDN’T EVEN DO ANYTHING TO HIM” you laugh at your boyfriends bratty nature, “Well Iwa-chan has the right to...I mean you are...Oikawa-” you didn’t know how else to explain him but he pouts at what you said “Seeee now Iwa has you going against me! I think I’m deeply offended! But only one thing will make up for this!” You stare at him and cock your head. “What is it?” he smirks “well babe its just that you come over to my place and we cuddle, thats it.” you look at him dumbfondedly “But- don’t you make me do that anytime I come over?” he laughs at that “fine i’ll come over”

~ At His House ~

Oikawa sits on the couch and pats an empty spot next to him. You sat down and as soon as you did that he pulled you down with him. “I wanna stay like this forever babe!” you shake your head “Well I don’t, I’m hungry, so moveee!” He lifts up his phone and you see he opens the doordash app. “Guess you don’t needa move now!”

Kenma Kozume:

Your at your boyfriends house and he hasn’t paid any attention to you, not even a hug! Since he’s playing his game he may not do anything so you quietly pick your backpack up and get ready to leave. “Kitten? Where are you going?” You glare at him and put your hand on your hip “I’m going home!” you zip your backpack up and throw it over your shoulder “But I wanted to cuddle and watch a movie with you.” You start walking out the room “Hmph do that with your game!” as soon as you make your way to the hallway he grabs you by the waist. “Sorry for ignoring you...wanna watch a movie” You smile a little but you remembered you were mad “One episode of a 45 minute series” Kenma smiles a little bit and lays drags you back into his room. You were both laying down in bed until you realized how late it got. “Just stay at this point its too dark outside.” you glared at him “So you mainly wanted me to stay the night?” he nods and you playfully punch him

Keiji Akaashi:

You watch him babysi- I mean play volleyball with Bokuto. Honestly Bokuto has always thought you and Akaashi would make a cute couple, so when you guys started dating. He. Went. Insane. “Akaashi if I flirted with Y/N what would you do!” your boyfriend glares at Bokuto and the obnoctious owl takes that as a ‘I will probably kill you’ so he smirks and slides over next to you “You look like a sexy motercycle 😏” You laugh at his dumb antics and Akaashi glares, he slides over and sits on your other side and pulls you to him “Babe can we not worry about emo boys?” That makes you laugh even harder then he switches seat with you so your no longer sitting next to Bokuto. “A-akaashi you can let me go now I’m dont laughing- I won’t fall” he still hold you and says “I’m not letting go but thanks for the suggestion”

Atsumu Miya:

“SAMU SHUT UP” “NO YOU!” you watch the two boys fight at their house, their mother is looking with you “God...where did I go wrong raising them?” you glance at the mother “Oh you did fine Mrs. Miya. Just your sons are....Idiotic.” the mother laughs at what you said but sadly the boys heard you “Babeeee whos stupid? Is Osamu right!” You akwardly smile at him and just nod. “Y/N quit lying you know that Atsumu is the dumb one” you glance between the two of them until the mother interupts “Actually your both stupid.” and walks off. Atsumu pouts “Babe lets go to my room!” he drags you by the arm and turns his head to stick his tounge out at Samu. “Tsumu your so mean to your brother! Be nicer sometimes!” his eyes widen “SO YOUR PROTECTING MY BROTHER AND NOT ME???????” He pushes you on the bed and slides in behind you “Why would you stand up for himmmmm...Im supposed to be your man!” you giggle “Tsumu I gotta pee really quick lemme go!” he puts his chin on the top of your head “Neverrr~” you struggle to break free of his grasp until Osamu comes in the room and grabs his arms “Thankksss!” you run to the bathroom and pee, but you hear banging on the door. “Y/N DO YOU LOVE OSAMU MORE THEN ME??? HUH! DO YOU?” you can hear him crying “TSUMU SHUT THE HELL UP” and again they are arguing

I did some of the setter squad! Dw I’ll make a part two <3

#haikyuu!!#haikyu x reader #sfw #kageyama tobio #koshi sugawara #toru oikawa #kenma kozume #keiji akaashi #miya atsumu #x reader #x nb reader

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mrs-nubenueve · 6 months

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(for all intents and purposes) polite, prim, proper akaashi minding her own business till one day she accidentally sees bokuto’s leatherette strap-on harness haphazardly thrown somewhere in her room and at once forgets all reason. doesn’t remember how to form one rational, non-horny thought

#poor babygirl is PLAGUED by fantasies of riding the strap til she’s c r y i n g #cis swap #rule 63 #bokuaka #bokuto koutarou #akaashi keiji #not sfw #after hours #(this can go either way actually but smth about imagining akaashi’s teary eyes in this context just. does things to me)

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mari-writes · 2 years

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Akaashi Keiji is not unfamiliar with the sight of Bokuto Koutarou wearing a suit.

After all, they had attended a private high school together. Uniforms—complete with blazers, ties and slacks—were mandatory there, and it had been expected that they’d wear them in the proper way: pressed neatly, sleeves rolled down, tie pulled up to the neck.

Of course, Bokuto had rarely followed these rules. Akaashi had found himself constantly reminding his friend to sharpen up, straighten his tie and sweep the sandwich crumbs off of his lapels.

But outside the halls of Fukurodani Academy, Bokuto has always been partial to joggers, shorts, branded sweatshirts, and muscle tanks. Aside from the occasional dress shirt and pants his family forces him into for fancy events, he basically lives in his sports gear.

Akaashi has no problem with this. They’re just clothes. Bokuto is obviously much more comfortable, and thrives in relaxed, breathable clothing. And Akaashi has always preferred seeing him at his best.

But now, as he stands in the entryway of Bokuto’s apartment, taking in the sight of his now-boyfriend dressed up in a perfectly tailored three-piece suit, Akaashi thinks he might be changing his position on the matter.

Bokuto had invited him to a sponsor event put on by his first professional volleyball team. Akaashi, stressed due to looming university exams, had jumped on the opportunity to get out of his dorm for a bit.

He’d expected it to be a nice, relaxed night of socializing. But Bokuto’s outfit is signaling a much fancier event. Akaashi just stares, reaching out to steady himself on the wall, eyes never leaving the other man.

His boyfriend grins at him sheepishly, tugging awkwardly at the suit’s sleeves as he makes his way over. “Hey! You look really nice, Keiji!”

Akaashi almost scoffs. He’s wearing a second-hand suit that Bokuto had seen him in a number of times already. It was his go-to outfit for fancy events, and nothing special. But Bokuto’s outfit… It is something altogether new.

The suit is a plaid pattern, dark brown with golden lines that match the man’s eyes almost perfectly. It’s obviously been tailored to his form. Akaashi’s eyes wander, taking in the way the jacket hugs his broad shoulders. How the vest tapers in sharply at the waist. How the pants fit deliciously around his thighs.

His hair is gelled, but not in spikes—instead, in a more natural wave that compliments his strong nose and full brows. As he comes closer, Akaashi catches a whiff of something like sandalwood. Is Bokuto wearing cologne?!

“Keiji? Are you okay?”

Akaashi looks up to see his boyfriend looking at him, bewildered by his silence. “Oh, um,” Akaashi swallows. “Yeah.” He smiles back. “It’s just… I’m surprised. Is that a new suit, Bokuto-san?”

Bokuto looks down at himself briefly and smiles. “Oh, yeah! The marketing team… um, they weren’t happy when they found out I didn’t have any fancy clothes. They made me get this! So you… um, you like it?”

Akaashi nods. “It… looks amazing, Bokuto-san. YOU look amazing.”

Turns out, he’s not the only one who thinks so. All night, Bokuto’s new look gains him attention from everyone: his teammates, executives, and the media covering the event. Akaashi can’t blame them in the slightest.

The suit seems to give Bokuto a sense of effortless confidence. He navigates the party with his head held high, shoulders squared, often with one hand casually shoved into a pocket.

Akaashi gasps when he feels Bokuto’s other hand settle on his waist. They’re in conversation with some woman from Mikasa Volleyballs, but Akaashi is barely paying attention. The sight of Bokuto’s sharp profile, the feeling of his thick fingers digging into Akaashi’s torso, his woodsy scent…

Bokuto looks so hot that it’s making Akaashi a bit stupid.

“We should go,” Akaashi blurts out as soon as the Mikasa rep leaves.

Bokuto looks down at Akaashi with a concerned frown. “Why? Are you not having fun, babe?”

Akaashi shakes his head. “That’s not it.” His hand snakes under Bokuto’s jacket, tugging at his vest. “It’s just… you look good in these clothes. Really good…”

“Thanks!” He grins brightly, obviously not understanding where Akaashi’s thoughts are heading. “I wasn’t sure at first, but I feel great! I DO look good, don’t I?”

“Mmhm,” Akaashi turns, his other hand sliding up the front of his boyfriend’s jacket to his neck. He stands on his tip-toes, leaning in to whisper into the other man’s ear. “But you’d look even better if you were flat on your back.”

He feels Bokuto shiver. “O-Oh?” His hold on Akaashi’s waist tightens. “So, um… you want to leave because you want to…”

“Yes.”

“Right! Okay. Yeah!” Bokuto nods enthusiastically, handing off his champagne glass to a passing server and leading Akaashi through the crowd and outside to hail a cab.

The ride back to Bokuto’s place takes much too long, so when they finally arrive, Akaashi wastes no time. He ushers his boyfriend backwards to his room, pushing him down to sit at the edge of the bed. But when Bokuto starts trying to removes his jacket, Akaashi grabs his wrist.

“No,” he demands, almost not believing the words coming out of his mouth. “Leave it on. Leave everything on.”

“Huh?” He blinks, confused, as Akaashi starts to strip down. “You… want me to keep wearing…”

“Yes,” Akaashi breathes. He leans down to brace himself on the other man’s legs. Bokuto’s eyes flicker down to his bare chest and straining briefs, widening as Akaashi reaches with one hand to undo just the top buttons of Bokuto’s slacks.

“Oh,” Bokuto says again, and Akaashi smirks as he lowers to his knees.

Later, when they’re both fully satiated and exhausted, Bokuto confidently declares:

“Keiji, I think you have a thing for men in suits.”

Akaashi huffs, snuggling closer into his boyfriend’s side. “No, I have a thing for YOU in suits,” he corrects.

Bokuto lets out a full-bellied laugh. “Clearly!”

“Shut up,” he mutters, ears burning.

“Mm. You were really aroused, weren’t you, babe?” +

“Bokuto-san, please...”

“I’m SO going to have to get this thing dry-cleaned after tonight...”

“Oh my god!”

// Partially inspired by this art by Temari on Twitter! I wanted to include the hot Konoha and Yukie but the bkak brainrot took over lol. Hope you enjoyed! Please comment and reblog with your thoughts in the tags!

#no seriously please reblog it helps me so much!!!!!!!!#bokuaka #akaboku #akaashi keiji #bokuto koutarou #my writing #drabble #haikyuu #haikyuu fanfiction #not sfw #kinda lol

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rintarousgirl · 10 months

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cheshire cat smile -- akaashi keiji drabble

✧ - y/n and akaashi are ballet dancers at the same academy, always fighting for the top spot.

a/n: i am for sure going to explore this concept more, but i had to get this little drabble out first. warning, this is slightly suggestive (i think ??)

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You watched as Akaashi left Takeyuki's office, a pleased little smile on his face as he stretched one arm over his head in silent victory. You glared, an unpleasant scowl curling on your face as you march your way over there.

"What did you do?" you growl, standing in front of him.

He tilted his head, playing his stupid little innocent act. "I don't know what you mean, Y/N."

You huffed and grabbed his wrist to force him to walk with you. He does so without complaint, allowing you to drag him along by his wrist. "This seems counter-productive," he points out softly as you both come to a stop outside of your dressing room.

"Whatever," you roll your eyes, as you turn to him. You cross your arms, trying to seem bigger than you are seeing as he has a height advantage over you. "I know you bribed Takeyuki or did something like that. You're a snake," you spit, jabbing a finger into his chest.

He raises his hand with a small smirk. "I'm an honest man. I would do no such thing."

"You would!" you nearly shout. "You're so determined to take this spot from me, and I don't know why!"

His eyes darken just a little bit, and his small smirk slips off his face. "Is it not normal to want something? Even if somebody else wants it?"

You bite down on your lip, frustration pumping through you. "Shut up," you mutter, looking anywhere but his eyes, "I want that spot more than you and you know it. That's why you're being so infuriating about it."

"Whatever you say, Y/N. Don't act as if you wouldn't do the same," His drawl seemed bored despite the implication that you would cheat, and that only serves to anger you more. You shove him up against the door of your dressing room, relishing in the shock that flashes across his typically neutral face.

"Don't dismiss me," you growl, "That spot is mine, Akaashi. I will do what it takes to get it fairly. I'm not you."

He grabs your wrist which was curled in the fabric of his shirt, he pulls it away, but your grip remains strong. You weren't going to give up lightly.

"I'm taking advantage of the circumstances. Maybe you'd get more chances if you were a bit more resourceful," he hums, pursing his lips.

"You mean if I decided to cheat," you correct, tilting your head with a small smirk.

"Not necessarily," he smirks, "sometimes you just need to be a few steps ahead of the competition." There's a flicker of something in his eyes, and you know he's come up with a new solution to get out of this predicament. You don't have the time to try and figure out exactly what though, because Akaashi's deduction skills would always be better than your own.

He brings you close by the hand still fisted in his shirt, and you gasp as he pulls you in for a kiss. You feel your body go limp, and your grip on his shirt go lax as his mouth moves in sync against yours.

Akaashi's lips are soft, and only chapped a small amount. He tastes of the raspberry chapstick you see him apply so often. His tongue swipes over your lip, asking for entrance. You melt, your mouth opening wider as he tugs on your bottom lip with his teeth ever so slightly.

He's teasing you, and it's lovely and excruciating at the same time.

His hands roam up your sides, rubbing at your skin through the thin fabric of your leotard. He caresses his hands over your body, where your thin little skirt hangs on your hips.

A small shiver wracks your spine, and you let out a little whimper into the kiss. You feel a bit lightheaded from the lack of air in your lungs, but you know that the moment Akaashi pulls away you'll want him back.

You never thought you'd need Akaashi like you needed air, but here you are.

He pulls away, a small trail of spit connecting your wet mouths. His cheeks are flushed, but you're sure yours are fiery red.

He leans close, and you close your eyes as if he was about to kiss you again. Instead, he whispers against your lips.

"I'm always going to be five-steps ahead of you."

And then he walks away, your hand having fallen from his shirt as you stand helpless outside of your dressing room. You can hear his soft laughter, ringing in your ears like a taunt.

With shaking hands, you tug on the doorknob to your dressing room and enter, collapasing into the chair in front of your desk.

God, you hated Akaashi Keiji.

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taglist: p.s there isn't an actual taglist lmao this is just everyone who commented on the og post

@emyasorensen / @reveusecherie / @keniza

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amberizz · 1 year

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ambs ! ☆

𖨆♡𖨆 ┆ amber , she/her , filo , fem

➤ my carrd !!

— i ♡ rin & jungwon ! ┆ multifandom

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satorisoup · 2 months

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PUT YOUR HEAD ON MY SHOULDER .ᐟ

ft. hq boys and their acts of intimacy <3

cw : fluff + sfw. timeskip! setting. mentions of bathing together.

ᰔ BOKUTO + BUBBLE BATHS

even though he may be a little too burly to fit comfortably with you in the tub, and it takes a couple minutes to get situated without getting squashed, bokuto loves to bathe with you. he enjoys running the warm water, not too hot, not too cold, but just right. he’ll mix in a nice scented soap that makes bubbles rise high in the bathtub, lavender and citrus you can smell in the mist of your bathroom. he’ll hold your hands under the water, and maybe splash you a couple times, but he shows he cares with the delicate touches he leaves on your skin as he washes away the worries of the world with a sponge of suds. he’ll lather your hair in your favorite shampoo, careful to not snag any knots, and rinse the strands with such gentleness you can barely even feel it. and when you’re all done, he’ll wrap you in a warm towel, snug and clean while he kisses your damp cheeks with a huge smile.

ᰔ KITA + FLOWERS

kita vowed that when he started dating you, he would never allow a week to go by without your vase being filled with a new bouquet. he’ll come home to you, new flowers wrapped in the palm of his hands as he kisses you hello. he loves the the way you get excited, eyes twinkling at the delicate petals and floral scent as you thank him over and over. he’ll watch you with a fond smile as you carefully take them in your grasp, setting them into a pretty vase that makes your home light up with color. he won’t let you see the flowers die, always keeping one for himself so he knows when it’s time to replace them. he’ll always tell you the meaning of the bouquet he got, or leave a pretty note tied around the stems. he buys a different type of flower every time, because he knows you’ll enjoy the variety. he adores you just as much as you adore the beautiful flowers.

ᰔ ATSUMU + MASSAGING YOU

atsumu has talented hands from years of playing volleyball, and he puts them to good use when you complain that you’re sore. he’ll knead at the expanse of your skin, smiling to himself as you sigh in content. he’ll rub away the tiredness of your muscles, gentle but calculated touches everywhere you could need. he likes to hold your hands in his, massaging from your fingers all the way up to your arms, and back down to your hands again. he’ll lay your sock-clad feet in his lap, squeezing and rubbing the ache away with his fingers. he’ll sit you on his lap, massaging the discomfort of your cramping shoulders until your melting into his touch. he won’t be rough, making sure his touch is tender and soft while he works the knots out. he kindly kisses your skin when he’s done, and feels that it’s a mission accomplished when you tell him you feel much better.

ᰔ OSAMU + FEEDING YOU

as long as osamu is around, you will always have a full plate. he’s always in the kitchen, a small and sacred book of his ma’s recipes standing proud on an easel. you don’t remember the last time you’ve heard your stomach grumble, because he’s already sliding a bowl your way. he loves how domestic it feels, to use the recipes he once enjoyed as a kid and serve them to you on a silver platter. he likes that you’re his personal taste tester, giving him a thumbs up with full cheeks as you chew. when your sick, he’ll insist on feeding you, hot spoon of soup between his fingers, his hand cusped at the bottom to catch any that falls. he’ll wake you up in the early mornings to tell you the food is ready, and sometimes surprise you with breakfast in bed. he’ll kiss your chubbed cheeks as you munch on one of his special onigiris, and ask you if you want another until your belly is full.

ᰔ AKAASHI + READING TO YOU

akaashi enjoys reading to you every chance he gets. a book held in the palms of his hands, licking his thumb every time he turns the page. he’ll have you curled up to his side, or sat between his legs, as he reads aloud the words imprinted on the page. he’ll add emotion to his voice at the important parts, and he’ll glance at your face to see your reaction. his voice is soft and soothing as he reads, occasionally moving his hand towards your hair to gently caress the top of your head. when it’s nighttime, he reads to you almost as if it’s a bedtime story, bedside lamp warming the room with it’s light as he flips through the pages. chapter after chapter he brings you closer to sleep, pages like a lullaby of prompts and fiction. he’ll pause when he notices your reactions have gone silent, breathing evened out as you lulled into a quiet slumber. he’ll smile as he puts a bookmark between the spine, already anticipating tomorrow when he can continue to read you the next chapter.

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