#akaashi keji drabble

[cottonlemonade]

hi! can i please have a large mango lemonade with a slice of lemon for akaashi? <3

Recreational Reading

warnings: mdni, nsfw

request: spicy, clingy boyfriend Akaashi

“Yes, how may I help you?“, you asked with a chuckle when you felt Keiji laying down on top of you.

After a long long week, filled with studies and horrendously boring term papers you had been looking forward to spending a cozy calming weekend with your boyfriend.

He had just come out of the shower and was obviously in a cuddly mood, joining you on the couch where you settled to read a book.

Wrapping his arms around your soft body he got comfortable, using your chest as a pillow. You smiled and went back to your book, letting your fingers comb through his damp hair, only stopping every so often to turn a page.

This was exactly what you needed.

After a while though, Keiji began to stir.

“Do you wanna do something?“, you asked, already about to put your book aside but your boyfriend just shook his head and scooched further down.

“No no, you just read your book, sweetheart. Don‘t let me distract you.“

“Eek! That tickles!“

He had brushed up your shirt to set gentle kisses on your tummy, his hands sliding down your side.

“Can you lift your hips for a second, my love?“

With quick, much practiced moves he pulled your comfy shorts along with your panties down and off your legs, letting them drop to the floor.

“Keiji-“

“Shh, go back to your book, don‘t mind me. I just need you right now.“

Easier said than done when he brought your leg up over his shoulder and your skin began to tingle where his lips were brushing against the inside of your thighs.

“Mmmh.“, he hummed happily when he leaned in to taste you. He looked up and licked his lips, meeting your eyes with curiosity. “Why aren’t you reading? You have to finish quickly, so I can read it next.“

“Kei-Keiji…”, you sighed when he dipped his head low again, kissing your pussy and luxuriously lapping at your folds. The words on the page in front of you blurred, but you tried to continue, tried not to go crazy on your boyfriend's so very talented tongue. You made it through about two short sentences, having to reread them over and over to grasp their meaning when you gave up. Keiji had added a finger to his teasing, making it very clear he wasn’t about to stop anytime soon.

a/n: thank you so much for the prompt ^^ please enjoy ✨

for requests see here

[akirqx]

It was around seven pm when he walked you home from your first date as an official couple. A calm breeze settling in as the sun already set.

Your neighbourhood was quiet and peaceful. He listened to your sweet voice talk, occasionally adding to the conversation as his hand gently holds onto yours.

He had taken you out to eat at this new restaurant that had opened up near your house. It was a fancy place, he chose it because he knows you love to dress up.

The night went extremely well, to be honest, you were a little sad you were on your way home.

“So, what did you think of the restaurant?” He turned his head to look at you, his steps coming to a stop as you both stood in front of your house.

“It was great! Food was delicious” you smiled and gave his hand a small squeeze.

“Good. I’m glad you enjoyed it.” He returned the smile, bringing his other hand up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear and then gently cup your face.

You knew he wanted to kiss you, and you wanted to kiss him too.. but you were a little nervous, considering it would be your first kiss.

“Sorry…I’m nervous—“ you awkwardly chuckle, feeling bad that you had slightly pulled away.

But your boyfriend didn’t seem hurt or offended by the action. Instead, he reassured you by gently caressing your cheek with his thumb. A light blush spread across his cheeks, but you probably didn’t notice because it was dark out.

He took your hand that was previously intertwined with his and guided it to his chest; his heart. You felt it, the rapid thumping.

“I’m nervous too, it’s okay.” And there it was. The gentle look he always has when he looks at you. His lips curved up into a small smile. And you do, in fact, notice the small blush that crept up his cheeks.

The look itself only urged you to kiss him. And that’s exactly what you did. Bringing your other hand up to the back of his head as you pulled him in.

The kiss was nothing short of sweet and romantic. The quiet atmosphere only making it feel like the world stopped while you kissed your boyfriend.

Yes your boyfriend. He was yours. You couldn’t believe it.

And it comforted you to know that he wanted you to be his just as much. You felt his heartbeat speed up even faster than it was before, and you could only imagine yours was beating just as fast.

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╰► IWAIZUMI, akaashi, SUGAWARA, kuroo??, sakusa (please hear me out.) + your favs!!

uhhh the rest is up to ur imagination I didnt know how to end this..

(Was this probably really cheesy? Yes. Do I care? No :3)

Another work I wrote at 2 am!! I guess that’s when I get my inspiration 😭…I don’t think I’ve ever written during the day…but I hope you guys like it :)

[clawsdevour]

˗ˏˋ akaashi husband hcs

wc: 0.4k content warning: post-time skip, fluff, so flippin husband, not proofread

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-Akaashi, the type of husband to wake up earlier to make his daily dose of coffee. While he's at it, he'd also make you your own cup. He'd know what to put in and just how much sugar to add to get the taste right for your cravings.

-Akaashi, the type of husband to love doing simple things for you. He'd especially love to cook you your favorite meals, putting care into every step of the meal. Akaashi would have you taste test it before it's officially finished to know if it suits your tastes before serving it.

-Akaashi, the type of husband to use you as inspiration behind his work. Whenever he has to describe a love interest, he often thinks about you and writes the details that explain what he sees in you. His favorite words would be those that sound all nice and warm.

-Akaashi, the type of husband to love snuggling with you on the couch. He'd love tight hugs where you put all your body weight onto him, making him feel secure knowing that you're in his arms. His hands would also stroke your hair.

-Akaashi, the type of husband to enjoy having your head around his arm while you drift off to bed. He'd like to play with your hair, tucking all the loose strands behind your ear while giving you gentle kisses and gazing at your peaceful face.

-Akaashi, the type of husband to genuinely love your presence. It doesn't matter if the room is silent or if you're just sitting next to each other on the couch watching TV. He loves spending every moment with you.

-Akaashi, the type of husband to love putting on slow songs that echo in your house to slow dance with you. He enjoys the ambient and intimate atmosphere with just the small and cute gesture that only you two are able to experience.

-Akaashi, the type of husband to love whenever the weather gets colder because it gives him a reason to lend you his coat. He loves seeing you in his oversized jacket. Also he'd hold your hands in his own pockets to heat them up, tracing little circles onto your skin.

-Akaashi, the type of husband to enjoy more simple dates. He'd love little walks in the park, setting down the blanket onto a nice flat area for a cute picnic. Akaashi enjoys being in the moment especially with you.

-Akaashi, the type of husband to definitely prefer more private moments with you. But he for sure tells everyone about you, when it comes to his friends he's absolutely going to update them on what you guys are currently thinking about, such as housing or expanding your family.

masterlist here

[simeon-lovergirl]

Thinking about timeskip Akaashi

Manga editor Akaashi who is your boyfriend ever since high-school, you've been together for nearly nine years, and as you knew, he wanted to be in the literature department.

Well, after arranging some things with his boss, he managed to let him publish a small manga, and so his excitement extended to you.

It was weird for him to not tell you or show you much about this project that clearly excited him so much, but he brushed you off saying that he wanted it to be a surprise.

When the much expected day arrived, he came home with the just published edition of the magazine, quickly and excitedly setting up his camera to record your reaction, his nervousness making him smile and even shake a bit.

You found it cute, how your boyfriend was all excited to show you his newest project.

But you weren't expecting the short one-shot to be a romance manga, so, with a confused expression you glanced at Keiji, who is looking at you expectantly, encouraging you to keep reading.

And then the tears flow when you realise that he is asking you to marry him, when you turn at him he's already down in one knee, the fine and elegant black velvet box opened in his hand, showing the most beautiful golden ring you have ever seen in your life.

You obviously accept, and the manga gets so much attention it goes viral over the next few days because it's just so cute, and so well written and omg the way he draws you it's sooo beautiful?? So the people ask for more, they want to know your answer so you post the video of your reaction and after that they need more, so Keiji's boss offers him a contract to keep drawing his story and so your story becomes the best romance manga, best seller, meets and greets, plushies, IT EVEN BECOMES AN ANIME AND HAS A LIVE ACTION...

And after the manga is done, he keeps making one shots of little moments yall had/have

[lwyikas]

Falling Leaves & K ft Akaashi Keiji

n:thank you to anon who requested,he's loml😭💗

Autumn was here, silently covering the around with a burming, calm breeze, dropping one leaf to the ground at a time. You wrapped your scarf tighter. You watch the last light of the day sink under the hills, cast long shadows on the amber striped sky, then you turn your gazes to hot mug in your hands and back to the environment you are.

Campus cafeteria is not too crowded, and the smell of coffee is thick in the air. You and Akaashi are sitting at a small table by the window. Outside, the leaves are turning in the cold breeze. As you sip your latte, Akaashi grimaces at a stack of work papers.

“honestly, I think these papers is starting to multiply. Every time I miss a glance, it doubles.”he groans, taking his head in his hands.

“That’s what you get for procrastinating,mr. ‘I’ll do it tomorrow’. ” you hint, rummaging through your bag and pulling out a lipstick, refreshing your lips, that burgundy lipstick he adores. “Besides, I've heard that adding a little color helps with motivation” you gesture at to your lips.

“Do you think a kiss would give me some motivation?”

‘Depends. Will you at least stop complaining for five minutes?’

‘yeah for exactly four minutes and fifty-nine seconds’ he adds and sips his coffee.

‘Deal’ you lean over and kiss his cheek before he can react, a crimson lip print on his cheek, which he realizes but doesn't bother to wipe off, just a small smile.You glance at the books he takes out of his bag.

“Romeo and Juliet,Hamlet ,they're too well known, aren’t they? I thought you would add lesser-known books to this”

He picks up the papers in front of him and sends you an exasperated expression ‘I'm mess enough as it is and I prefer the cult works of the Shakespeare,they’re more easy to research’

"you're boring"

"I just don't want to spend too much time on an essay."”

"boring and indolent,noted"

"I'm starting to get offended,just letting you know"He rolls his eyes but can't help the slight smirk that appears on his lips. He puts down the pen in his hand and starts massaging his numb hand.

"Don't afraid, I still love you."

"thanks for your charity, how did I end up with someone that kindhearted?"he pins as he hands you a brownie from the plate in front of him.

‘My light probably blinded you. It's quite contagious’ you lean down and wipe the red kiss off his cheek “Just like this lipstick” he grabs your hand before you can pull it back and puts little kisses on your knuckles.

“So you called me here to help because you saw me as your personal Juliet?”

“No, you are quite talkative so i thought I won't get bored, but yeah you can be Juliet as well".”

“I don't think you'll ever be a Romeo, maybe a role in the evil Montaigne or Capulet families is more appropriate”You avert your eyes as you take another sip of your drink, you use the coffee mug to hide your smile, he's not the only one in this relationship who likes to mess with other in this relationship.

“You're right I'm definitely not Romeo, when I found love of my life I took action instead of watching her in the background like an idiot, I didn't wait for life to bring her to me,you can’t have some things without any try, it’s necessary to make an effort for valuable things” he takes your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. The two of you sit in comfortable silence for a moment, then his smile suddenly turns serious.

“but if you ever consider me worthy of these weird bad roles again, I'm out.”

"I thought ‘weird’ was your middle name?"

“No, it's sarcasm”he grins, winks at you, and twirls your hair around his finger.

“Close enough”you grin and lean in for a kiss. “Then you'll have to pay a price to never worthy for these roles again”you whisper, he yawns and pulls back with a grin.

‘I have to finish my coffee first.’

While you roll your eyes in annoyance, he grabs the back of your head, pulls you to him,and your burgundy lipstick gets all over his warm lips ,where you can taste the coffee.

[illuminiscentboba]

kitchen waltz : akaashi keiji x reader

tags: fluff, suggestive themes, established relationship

you look silly, shimmying at your desk, your headphones barely sticking to your head with the sharpness of your movement.

another one of your favorites, akaashi notes. he props his chin on his hand as he watches you, an idle smile playing on his lips.

you guys have very similar tastes but he isn't sure what he thinks of your discography these days, as some of your favorite songs are breakup songs or label men demons that should be sacrificed to the volcano.

his heart does a funny flip when you hop out of your seat singing and rapping the lyrics with passionately, never enough you claim.

he watches with amusement as you stroll over to him, and pretend he's the boy theyre discussing breaking up with in the song. here you are before him, pointing in his face, casting a faux look of disgust with your eyes gliding up and down his figure.

he lets his jaw drop, turning away, in his seat, pretending to be offended as your disgusted persona wobbles in your failing efforts to hold in your smile.

you love it when he matches your energy, with his arms folded but a smile playing on his lips he replies, "I pay our rent" after you sing a lyric about broke men, "I don't lie or cheat." among many other accusations.

He successfully defends himself and his comebacks a little too quick...which means you probably got this one stuck in his head too. his silly quips and pleading to be spared make it all the more amusing.

he claims to hate it but randomly mumbles lyrics when working from home and even as he types away at work but how can he not enjoy the show with you as the star?

last time he was fed up with the countless breakup songs back to back to back standing up from his spot to plead with you "how about you love me now?...alexa play that boy is mine...god...any version is fine!"

he watches with hope as your overexaggerated movements from before still, changing into a slow, alluring stride.

it must be a love song.

he uses his knuckles to hide his growing grin.

he can't help but get shy whenever you serenade him, his ears turning pink with the lyrics and your touch.

he loves being your muse, the boyfriend, the love interest in the narrative you present to him. more than that though, he loves to add quips that make you blush. "i'll take you up on that." or "you can have a taste", he is unsufferable.

he is helpless when you hand cups his chin, staring into his eyes, the words mine, want and love falling off your tongue like honey. you press your forehead against his, and now he can hear the song.

its one of his favorites.

" you want me so bad," he teases as you pull at him to get up and dance with you. you stop, narrowing your eyes at him but he knows the next lyric. "I think about you almost every day" he hums in that smooth, velvety voice of his, enunciating the last part. it distracts you for a moment and you want to hear more.

but still, you leap on the opportunity "why not every single day?" you lean close to him, hands on your hips. he chuckles at your antics, lifting himself out of his chair to dance with you, pressing the disconnect button on your headphones. "fine...i'll clock in on fridays too."

the song changes once more and you go back to seducing...you mean serenading him, singing about his lips and he's peppering your face with kisses. body to body? he's got that figured out for you.

you're fighting for your life as a particularly dirty song comes on. by this point, you guys are both giggling as you try to get out the lyrics. he spins you, and does a dramatic dip, whispering very innappropriate responses to the prompts.

who's wooing who at this point? your face is a tomato, a few shades away from his and frankly, he's way too smug for your liking. your headphones, suddenly reconnect, a silence falling on the room while your temporarily deafened.

you scramble for the volume button as he pushes them off your head. "y/n! are you okay?"

your still wincing, rubbing your ears. he inspects them with a frown on his face, after water damage from the storm the month before they have been malfunctioning sporadically.

"we really need to get you new headphones..."

"i don't want to part with them just yet though." you mutter dejectedly. your headphones go silent and you think it may be broken for good but nope, the next song was beginning.

"I don't think we were finished yet, were we?" you take his hand, grinning as you two took to a slow sway, and he fails to hold in the warmth overflowing his system and the leaned in close to the smile that captivates him every morning.

"I never want this to end" you murmur as he presses your lips together. he didn't have a quick quip this time or a response, the lyrics from the songs prior coming back to him. your hands are lost in his hair as he pulls you impossible closer, a layer of hunger coming undone.

he leans back to admire you once you two come up for air. "it doesn't need to" he says, shifting your hair behind his ear. he leans forward for another in a trance, the music truly setting the scene.

until it doesn't.

the music comes to a sudden halt, the glow of your laptop suddenly turning black.

"noooo, keiji, you jinxed it!"

"we jinxed it." he corrects you, quick to cue the song on his phone.

[semifilms]

☆YOU SHARE A BIRTHDAY | suna rintaro, atsumu, miya, hinata shoyo, akaashi keiji

a/n - it’s my birthday and i share a birthday with suna, so i always think about like what he’d be like if he dated someone with the same birthday. so here’s him + others with that scenario (mainly for my own enjoyment)

cw - gn!reader, did not proofread

when you met suna obviously one of the first things mentioned was your birthdays. he thought it was a cool coincidence that your birthdays fell on the same day. he didn’t look too much into it, but when you guys celebrated your birthday together he’s acting like it isn’t his birthday. he’s making it about you and saying it’s your special day and you correct him saying ‘our’ instead. but like he prefers to do something intimate with you on your guys’ birthday and then like party on another day that week with friends.

atsumu thought it was fate. like the fact that his s/o and him share a birthday? that was the universe saying you were meant to be together. he wasn’t an astrology guy but when he found out that libra’s were pretty comparable with each other he believed it. on your guys birthday the post he makes are so funny bc it could be so hot if you, him, and osamu and he’ll be like. “so grateful to share a birthday with the most amazing person in the world, and also samu”. like something like that to troll his twin.

hinata thinks it’s the best and even thinks that if/when you guys get married it needs to be on your birthday. “that wait its three times as special, and imagine all of the cake,” he’s trying to convince. you that it’s a good idea. he also likes that you guys share a birthday because you guys do your rounds of getting your free birthday gifts at stores and restaurants together.

i would like to imagine that you and akaashi actually met on a night out, celebrating your birthday’s separately. like you’re both with your own friends and bump into each other and somehow exchange the fact that it’s both of your birthdays and he offers to buy you a drink to celebrate. you think ‘oh that’s not fair i should buy him a drink for his birthday.’ overall you guys hit it off from then and when our guys finally start dating it’s just like a mute-cute with your birthday and you guys celebrate together rather than out with friends now.

©semifilms do not copy, repost or translate my works

reblogs appreciated!

[mchlgayser]

✮ 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.

[cottonlemonade]

Laying Awake

Akaashi lay awake staring blankly at his ceiling. Why on earth did he have to say out loud that he liked you? Why?

Of course the team had hollered immediately and bombarded him with questions to which he had no answers. He wanted to take his time. Get to know you even better. Figure out if you liked him this way, too. But Bokuto-san was right. What was the point in taking it slow if he knew what he wanted? Why play games if he could also so easily just tell you how he felt? He didn't want to waste time. Every minute with you was precious.

Okay, calm down, it's just the late night brain, he told himself. One step at a time.

Maybe he could introduce the idea of being a couple more elegantly. Hadn't Konoha said just a few weeks ago that dating a foreigner called for patience and subtlety? Not that he had any idea about what dating anyone was like in comparison. The few measly dates he had been on since starting at Fukurodani were nothing to write home about. And even before that he was too young and inexperienced to draw any inspiration for his current dilemma. He grabbed his headphones to not wake his parents and put on a slow and rather sensual playlist, his favorite for a while now, because the lyrics reminded him of you.

Tapping around on his phone he found himself looking at your profile picture again. Your nose scrunched, eyes closed, smiling brightly against the sunlight. Akaashi vividly remembered how you felt in his arms when he caught you stumbling just last week. How could someone be this soft? He hugged his pillow thinking the sensation was remarkably similar. Absentmindedly, he squeezed the pillow tighter, still staring at your picture.

Maybe he could find something online.

How to Date a Foreigner

15 Tips for Dating Foreigners

What do Y/Cs like to do on Dates

How to Woo a Non-Japanese

Y/C Dating Etiquette

Ultimate Guide to Dating

How to Confess to Your Foreign Crush

How Long Should You Wait Before Confessing

Akaashi‘s head began to spin and he tossed his phone aside. Useless.

a/n: Y/C stands for “your country”

[akirqx]

That drabble about sweater weather was very cute. Can you make a similar one with Akaashi? But please not angst, I've been hurt so many times😭

Nervous

╰► Akaashi keiji .

Idk if I made it too different but I hope you still like it! Thank you for requesting <3

Keiji had a habit of fidgeting with his fingers, usually whenever he was nervous, or deep in thought.

It was something everyone knew. If others saw him fidgeting, they’d already know he was nervous.

And it was something you noticed very early on since dating him. But when you asked him about it, all he had to say was,

“It’s just a bad habit I need to get rid of”

—

You and Keiji currently sat on a bench. Originally, it was supposed to be a hangout with just you two, but Bokuto heard about it and wanted to tag along.

The light breeze in the air was a clear indicator of the fall seasons arrival. The three of you were on your way to a cafe after school, but..Bokuto forgot his phone in a classroom, so you and keiji waited on a nearby bench outside for him.

You’ve only been dating for a month, but something you really appreciate about your relationship with keiji is how you both can sit in comfortable silence and just bask in each others presence.

The wind picked up and you tucked your hands into the pockets of your sweater, keeping warm while you shifted your gaze over to your boyfriend. A movement from the corner of your eye caught your attention.

He was fidgeting with his hands.

“Are you nervous?” You speak up, instinctively reaching out to hold his hand.

“Oh my god keiji—your hands are so cold.” You slightly frown and bring his hand into your sweater pocket.

You notice him crack a small smile at the action, and you soon feel his fingers intertwine with yours inside the pocket, your hand feeling much smaller in his larger one.

“Sorry, you just make me nervous” he replied to your earlier question, and your grin visibly widened. His cheeks dusted with a light pink, you couldn’t help but press a gentle kiss to them. Only earning a quick squeeze to your hand in response.

Akaashi keiji might be too shy to admit it right now, but your touch comforts him more than anything.

And so every time he was nervous after that, he’d go find you and simply hold your hand. And if you had a sweater on to put his hand in your pocket, even better.

I love writing cheesy stuff

hehehehehhs sneaked another title referencing the neighbourhood

[hotvinimon]

Reward

Akaashi Keiji x reader

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

Master List

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Exactly," Akaashi snickered.

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

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

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

"Bingo," Akaashi confirmed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh..."

"Yeah," you blushed.

Akaashi fumbled for another candy and handed it to you.

Maybe he wasn't that smart after all.

V- Chan's Dilly Dally

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

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[iwantacoolusernameman]

Akaashi Keiji x Reader

If It Was Him

Summary: After a breakup with your boyfriend, your friend Keiji is there to support you

Notes: unrequited love, idk can this be considered angst? if you're looking for a happy ending you won't find it here sorry lol

TW: mention of fighting parents/abusive household

While Keiji works day and night, whether he's at the company or at home, out and about making a living for himself, you are unable to land a single job. And oh, would it be a dream if that was your only concern. On top of that what that meant for you was that you were stuck at home with your parents who fought with each other day in, day out. Not the kind of bickering that couples and parents do, but the kind where it gets ugly and loud, stuff being thrown around and slamming doors, and tears in locked rooms.

You remember the night you yelled at your parents to get a fucking divorce already! in the heat of the moment in the middle of their screams. The house had gone quiet for the night at least but the very next day they were back at it again. If your dad wasn't home, your mom would sit around and cry. Maybe it made you a bad person for wanting to escape that place rather than support her but you couldn't stay.

That's how you found yourself spending most of your days at Keiji's place. Your friend since high school. He enjoyed the company in his lonely little apartment while you enjoyed the peace and quiet his home offered and neither of you thought it was weird when one day he gave you his second key. In case you needed a quiet place and he wasn't there to open the door for you, that's what he told you as you gratefully took the key from his hands, barely holding back tears.

Keiji wasn't sure when he fell for you. It certainly couldn't have been when you were still high school students in the same year. But as you two grew through the years, side by side, at some point he started noticing how there seemed to be a whole new light around you. You were the same person you always were yet at some point everything about you suddenly was so new to him. So when did he fall for you? He'd racked his brain about this question several sleepless nights with no clear answer. Was it when you had told him so casually about how you'd gotten back into contact with an old classmate and that you had a date with him a few months ago and he realized how much it stung his heart to picture you with someone who wasn't him? Or maybe it was when he found himself buying double the amount of instant ramen than he usually did because he knew you'd be around and oh, how he loved seeing your face light up when you saw your favorite flavor in his pantry as if you'd found a treasure of gold. The way your eyes lit up before him was enough to melt the stress of his day away.

"Keiji, do you mind if I take one of these? You have so many," you'd said while pointing at one of the many cups of instant ramen stacked in his pantry, unaware that the reason there were so many in first place was because he'd gotten them specifically for you.

"Sure," he'd casually shrugged it off like it was no big deal to him meanwhile his heart was doing a happy satisfied little dance. He loved being the reason you smiled so brightly. He loved taking a break from his work to sit down on his kitchen floor with you and eat those unhealthy cup noodles with you.

But now, you're not sitting on his kitchen floor, telling him a terrible dad joke you found online and watching him roll his eyes but still let out an amused huff. Instead you're in his bedroom and sitting on his bed, back against the wall with your knees pulled up and tears streaming down your bitter face.

"Why would anyone do such a thing?" You complain. Keiji glances sideways at you from his chair, his expression concentrated or frustrated, you can't tell. You just feel bad. And you didn't mean to make him listen to your relationship problems but he noticed that something was off not even a minute after you walked through his door and when he wouldn't let it go your emotions got the best of you.

"Sorry," you sniff for probably the hundreds time tonight. He is turned with his back to you again, writing something on his desk. The sound of his scribbling pen accompanies your sniffs and the rain against his bedroom window in the quiet room. Then a clicking cound comes from his pen before he turns his chair to face you.

"Maybe he's scared of intimacy," he says plainly, looking into your eyes.

"What?" You lift your head a little to meet his gaze, not sure if he's trying to console you or if he's talking shit.

"You know," he thinks for a moment. "You said he asked you on several dates, was always flirty and even got you gifts but the second you ask him about the whole couple stuff he packs his things and runs. Sounds like he's scared of commitment."

His words run through your mind for a moment. It makes sense and it should make you feel better you think but instead it just makes you feel worse.

"That's a shitty reason to use someone," you mumble through your tears, your head hanging low again

"It is.. I'm sorry."

"So he never cared about me.. He just had his stupid fun and enjoyed the attention. What an asshole."

Keiji looks at you with slightly furrowed brows. There's nothing he wants to do more than to wipe your tears away and make you smile again. Instead he sits there on his chair, feeling helpless and useless. And the fact that it's because of some guy that you're in the state you're in right now, only adds fuel to his frustration.

"Quite the bastard," he replies quietly. If it was him you'd fallen for, he thinks to himself, he'd make sure you always knew that you were his favorite time of everyday and his sleepless nights and tiresome work hours all felt bearable at just the thought of your name. He'd make sure you knew where you stood in his heart and mind and soul. But it wasn't him. And if a friend was all you saw in him, that he would be for you for the rest of his life. As long as he was allowed to share this little time you'd been granted on earth next to you, he would do just that, even if as just a friend.

"Gosh, I feel sick and ashamed," you admit, tearing him apart from his thoughts. You wipe your tears but they keep falling anyway.

"You didn't do anything wrong," he reassures you and you don't dare look at him, sinking your head completely into your knees.

"How is letting myself get used not wrong? I'm ashamed I ever liked someone like that."

The words you say leave a bitter feeling in his body and he can't tell if he wants to grab you by the shoulders and shake some sense into you or punch this guy in the face or bash his own head against a wall. He settles for letting out a sharp exhale. It's all he can do it seems.

"Hey," he gets your attention, his voice coming out a bit stern despite his effort to keep his calm. He stands up and walks over to sit down next to you on the bed. "It's still not your fault. You liked someone and tried your luck with it. It's not your fault he couldn't see how amazing you are. It's also not your fault he's got commitment issues. And it's also not your fault he chose to use you, knowing damn well what he was doing and lying to your face about liking you. None of that says anything about your worth. The guy's obviously got issues."

Your tears slowly dry up as he speaks. Should you be grateful of pissed? You know he means well with his words but they somehow still feel like salt in your wound. You also know he's probably right but that doesn't change the fact that you just do feel ashamed. How could you not? The ever so cautious you. The always doubting people's true intentions you. Just how could you have fallen for something like this? You slightly tilt up your head, revealing your red eyes and nose to him.

"Wow, thanks that was.."

"But you know I'm right," he cuts to word, noticing that his words probably didn't have the comforting effect he intended them to have. "Forget about him."

"I'm trying, ok?" Your voice comes out a bit sharp, surprising the both of you. You sigh, closing your eyes and leaning your head against the wall behind you. The lump in yout throat feels terribly difficult to swallow, you just want to throw it up. "It's not so easy y'know.."

He lets out a sigh as well and barely holds himself back from reaching out to wipe the tears off of your face and trace your cheek with his thumb. But you are too caught up in your own inner turmoil of emotions to notice how he's holding back and how the way he's looking at you is far from the gaze of a friend.

[kazumist]

cw: most likely ooc keiji sorry T___________T

akaashi keiji wasn't really the type to be petty.

if anything, you could probably count the number of times he's been petty in his whole life. he had always been the one who was understanding and patient. so to see him act all petty and sulky was a rare sight.

however, right now you can't believe that akaashi, your boyfriend, is actually being petty.

"keiji, did i do something wrong? you've been ignoring me all day."

he slowly turns his head in the opposite direction. "you didn't give me a kiss when i walked you home yesterday…" he mumbled.

"huh? what was that? i could barely hear you."

"i said, you didn't give me a kiss when i walked you home yesterday."

oh.

so that's why he's been acting all sulky and petty with you?

"keiji, could you look at me?"

he complied with your request, but his eyes were blown wide when you gave him a kiss. "does that make up for it?" you grin at his reaction.

"if you give me another one, then i'll think about it."

[imaginethathaikyuu]

keiji is absolutely the type to invite u over for dinner, say “i cooked ur favorite meal😁” to impress u, then forgets to hide the takeout boxes - he didnt cook he just ordered out then put it on plates :/// he doesnt know how to cook, he just wants to seem like husband material :///

[atruewarrior]

Drabble challenge 2024 | Day 17: Wander character: akaashi keiji

It's become a habit to sneak out after lights out.

Each evening, you wander beyond the castle gates, exploring new corners of the surrounding lands.

Tonight, you're lying in the grass by the river.

Akaashi is silent, as always, but there's a restlessness about him. He's likely thinking about your engagement—about how you'll soon be taken away from him.

You roll over toward him, and he greets you with a smile. He's too adorable for a knight.

Your kiss startles him, but he melts into it.

"Don't worry so much,” you whisper before sitting up. “Let's take a dip!"

[astrialuvs]

"Golden Mornings and Gentle Gazes"

➻ SYNOPSIS : You and Akaashi share quiet moments together every morning with conversations filled with heartfelt gazes and tender touches.

➻ PAIRING : akaashi keiji x reader

➻ GENRE : fluff, established relationship

➻ CONTENT WARNING : reader was addressed as 'my love' once.

➻ WORD COUNT : 524 words

The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle, golden glow that painted the room with warmth. You had intended to be the first one awake, hoping to surprise Akaashi with breakfast in bed or a quiet morning spent together. But as you stirred in your sleep, your eyes fluttered open to find Akaashi already awake, his gaze fixed on you.

His dark hair was slightly tousled, and his eyes held a softness that made your heart skip a beat. His fingers traced the delicate curve of your cheek, his touch so light it felt like a whisper. You watched him for a moment, his expression radiating tenderness that enveloped you with a sense of comfort and warmth.

"Good morning," you whispered, your voice barely louder than a sigh.

Akaashi's fingers stilled, his lips curling into a soft smile. "Good morning, my love," he responded, his voice is as soothing as a melody.

You shifted slightly, propping yourself up on your elbow to better meet his gaze. His hand retreated, his ocean-like eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that tinted your cheeks with a rosy hue.

"I didn't mean to wake you," he said, his voice filled with a mix of apology and amusement.

You shook your head, your fingers reaching out to brush a strand of hair away from his forehead. "It's okay. I wanted to be the first one awake, but it seems you beat me to it."

Akaashi's smile widened, and he leaned in to press a soft kiss against your forehead. "I couldn't help but admire your features," he admitted, his tone honest and affectionate.

Your heart swelled at his words, a sensation of warmth spreading from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. His gaze held a level of adoration that made you feel truly seen, truly cherished.

"I hope you like what you see," you teased playfully, your own fingers tracing a path along his jawline, eliciting a sense of comfort from your touch.

Akaashi's gaze grew even softer, his hand entwining with yours as his forehead came to rest against yours. "I do more than like it," he said, his tone sincere. "I love every part of you."

Your breath caught at his confession, your heart echoing with a rhythm that mirrored the fluttering of butterflies in your stomach. In that fleeting moment, bathed in the morning's tender light and held within Akaashi's adoring gaze, you felt an intimate connection that transcended words.

"Thank you," you murmured, your voice laced with emotion. "For being here, for waking up before me, for everything."

Akaashi's thumb carresed the back of your hand, a gesture of reassurance. "It's my pleasure," he replied. "And I'm grateful for every moment I get to spend with you."

The mutual gaze remained unbroken, as if the outside world had faded into insignificance. It was just the two of you, sharing a quiet moment filled with unspoken feelings. And in that moment, you realized that sometimes the most profound connections were made in the simplest of moments—early mornings when conversations were replaced by heartfelt gazes and tender touches.