#akaashi x reader

[eggyrocks]

DRUNK WALK HOME

chapter four: structure

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“i don’t like my mind / i don’t like being left alone in a room / with all its opinions about the things that ive done” -i don’t like my mind by mitski

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Akaashi’s been thinking about her a lot.

He has one of her essays brought up on her laptop, and it's giving him a headache. It's lazy, and unstructured, and overflowing with filler words to up her page count. She ignored all his previous notes from the last essay, and has made no improvements.

It drives him insane. She drives him insane.

There are things about her he keeps remembering, unearthed by run-on sentences. She was smart, in middle school. Usually at the top of their class, and always ahead of him. He remembers this used to infuriate him, and it was one of the things she liked to hold over his head.

"Does it bother you how much better I am than you, Akaashi?"

Akaashi wonders what changed, and if it was part of some karmic justice, for what she did to him.

If it is, it's not nearly as satisfying as he had hoped.

He wonders what else about her has changed. He wonders if she had found someone to replace him by the time she was in high school. He wonders if she ever once, even for a second, has remembered him, and what she did to him.

Akaashi spends a lot of time on that one.

The laptop screen goes black, and Akaashi lets it. He doesn't want to look at it any longer, or think about how she used to be. He can barely stomach how she is now.

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akaashi has never really given a proper explanation for why he hates yn and no one has ever really asked

but now that he's kind of ramped up his hatred and made it more obvious people have gotten more curious

it was kind of like an open secret before but now he's just being much more blatant about it

there was a period of time after they first met when yn tried to win over akaashi by asking him to hang out and bringing him coffee and overly sweet to him but she always sort of had the feeling that he was disgusted by her

being around akaashi has always kind of made yn feel inferior

even before

tendou is treating yn writing this essay like she's training for a marthon he keeps making her tea and bringing her snacks and popping into her room to give her motivation

mattsun keeps telling him to leave her alone but honestly it's helping

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parfum d'étoiles | k.akaashi

chapter fourteen; just like a woman * includes written content

her hands were cold.

keiji’s slender fingers wrapped easily around hers, providing an overwhelming warmth. 

“how far away is it?” her voice was slurred. she gazed at him softly as he led her outside his apartment and towards the stairs.

“not too far,” he replied, “stay close to me, you’re wobbling.” his arm slithered around her waist and pulled her close, watching each drunken step she took carefully. keiji wondered if she’d ever looked at anyone else the way she does with him, with gentle, vulnerable eyes. she let her body relax in his arms trustingly, in only a way decades could support. 

her lips graced him with a smile, and he felt the blood rush to his cheeks unmeasurably quickly. keiji watched in awe when she sat under the moonlight, luminescent making her skin seem almost pearlescent. to him, she was nothing less than ethereal. 

he let her lean against his chest, staring up at the stars together in silence. 

“what are you thinking about?” her voice was soft, comforting.

“nothing, it’s not important.” keiji smiled down at her, fingers gently brushing reddened cheeks as he sighed. “what’s up with you and shimizu?”

“we argued, nothing out of the ordinary,” her fingers intertwined with each other. “she’s just being annoying.” keiji knew her better than anyone, with that inconsolable expression, he could tell it was more than she was willing to let on.

“what was it about?” he asked, eyes trained on hers as she wistfully beheld the stars.

“she’s being annoying about rintarou,” yn rolled her eyes, sighing deeply. “it just pisses me off how she acts so authoritative in my life.”

“i think she just cares about you, she doesn’t want you to get hurt.”

“you don’t need to defend her, i know she’s right.”

keiji nodded, shifting her body to lay against his more comfortably.

“do you love him?”

“shimizu’s a girl.”

“no, i mean suna.”

she blinked, eyebrows furrowing together in thought. 

she knows the answer, she really does, but something is holding her back.

keiji looked at her the way he used to, with his hair covering his eyes and all she wanted to do was brush them away. you’re disgusting - is what she thinks about herself when all she can imagine is the afternoons shared in their youth. gentle touches adorning supple cheeks, no regard for the consequences in the future.

it’s the way her heart still warms up whenever she sees him, the hope which is born from the callouses on his fingers. it’s different to the way she feels with rintarou, he feels more stagnant, more temporary. but this, this was something else, something which lingered right from the years of her childhood.

“yeah, i love him,” she replied simply, words not recognising what she yearned to admit. “it’s hard though, relationships are hard.”

“why?” keiji prodded, leaning his head down to be level with her. “is it meant to be hard?”

“i don’t know.” she shrugged, “it’s what i’m used to.”

she lifted the green bottle encapsulated in clenched hands and brought it to her lips for a quick swig, he watched as a droplet of alcohol fell from plump red down to concrete. 

“like, when i’m with him, everything just feels a bit more real,” she hums, pausing between words.

“in a good way, or a bad way?” he knew he was being pushy, but he couldn’t help himself.

“i couldn’t tell you,” she chuckled, eyes crinkling as she smiled. “i think he wants me to be a bit more dependent on him.” she paused, “but i just need that time for myself right now.”

“sounds stressful.”

“it is a little bit, but it’s worth it for him.”

‘is it really?’ is what he wanted to ask, but he stayed quiet.

words have gone unspoken between them for almost their whole lives. when they were younger, it was more that they didn’t know how to verbalise their thoughts, but now, decades later it was more deliberate. too scared to ruin their once again blossoming relationship, too scared to let it be more.

they stayed under the moonlight for what felt like hours, conversing through secret glances and sips from the same bottle. 

“yn?” an unfamiliar voice from behind them caught their attention, “we’re leaving now.”

she nodded, sighing as she wrapped her arms around keiji for the last time.

“happy birthday, we’ll catch up again soon?” keiji nodded, tightening his arms around her before letting go.

he watched as she left him alone, approaching tooru who casually slung his arm around her shoulder, pulling her close.

keiji groaned once she disappeared from his sight, rubbing his chest harshly in an attempt to quench it's ache.

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[sahrii]

the echo of water’s touch — akaashi keiji

synopsis ! in which she likes him but thinks the feelings are unrequited and he likes her but thinks he’s always the second choice.

pairings ! akaashi Keiji x fem!reader

warnings ! angst to comfort, crying, misunderstanding or miscommunication?? friends to lovers kind of, idk what else i think that’s it..

word count ! 1.4k words

It was a hushed night. Yet another night where she had to spend the night at his place because of a small squabble with her boyfriend. Or ex-boyfriend. Or whatever he was now. And this wasn’t new, much to akaashi’s dismay, it was the norm.

For quite a while, akaashi tried convincing himself that it’s okay. He’ll get over her, finish his degree, eventually find love and end up in a small, cosy house, decorated with giggles and the smell of cinnamon and coffee. For a while, he thought he’s going to be okay with being her second choice, for being there when she’s hurt, for watching her cry over a man who’s not worth a penny. For a while, he thought being friends with her was as good as it will get, and that it was always how it's supposed to be. 

But after a while, his thoughts were being nibbled at by other feelings, as if the ocean was chucking rocks at the wall akaashi built, eroding it and letting the water seep in. and this water, as it collided with his crisped walls, made a sound. A sound that told akaashi to stop lying to himself. To stop convincing himself that he’ll be okay, to stop accepting the fact that he’s a second choice. And the cracks in the wall grew bigger. And bigger. And bigger. Till the wall disappeared, and all that’s left was the water and its soft hum.

She was huddled on the couch in a blanket that smelled like him, a hint of coffee and caramel tickling her nostrils. He phone was in her hand as she stared at the messages she sent to her so-called boyfriend and all that could be heard was her feeble sniffles. 

she honestly couldn’t tell why she was crying herself. Is it her boyfriend, or the man currently sitting next to her. Is it the fact that she is just beginning to accept the fact that she’ll probably never end up getting over him or is it the fact that her boyfriend is probably out there getting drunk with some girls while she’s sat crying here. Is it the fact that the chances of her encountering a man who smells like coffee beans on a Monday morning, who has ink-black hair and eyes with the blue of a dark night lit up by stars, who holds her when she cries and smiles to her when she’s happy, are near to impossible. She just can’t tell, or rather, she just doesn’t want to know. 

However, her thoughts were muddled when he spoke up. 

“I cant do this,” he whispered. And the whisper was so full of heartache and despondency, and she just wanted to kiss him so bad, but she didn’t. she couldn’t.

Her eyes snapped from her phone to his eyes. His blue, blue eyes that told a story of sorrow and anguish. His eyes are screaming at her, please give me a chance, I will treat you better. Please forget about him, I have been here. I have been waiting for you. Please. 

“you can’t do what?” she breathed, voice trembling with confusion.

“this—this whole thing. I can’t have you come here every time he does something. I cant see you suffering because of a stupid guy that can’t see what he has. Im tired, and maybe im selfish as well—but—” he stopped to take a breath and shut his eyes. And she stopped breathing. 

“im sorry. I can’t take this anymore.” He continued, his gaze avoiding hers while she stared at him like he just killed the last bit of life she had. 

“what—what are you trying to say?” her voice cracked, and his heart squeezed. 

“im sorry,” he apologised again, and met her eyes. His heart squeezed yet again. “I think we should just—I don’t know.” He shook his head.

“stop being friends?” she croaked. For a well-known reason to her, this hurt more than whatever things her boyfriend did to her over the past year. It felt like there was one-hundred knives simultaneously stabbing her already broken heart. The heart that had pieces lopsidedly glued together to stop it from bleeding more, but that glue seemed to wear off and her heart shattered into a million more pieces right then.

“no—that’s not what I wanted to say—” he wanted to elaborate more but the tears skating down her cheeks stopped him. These tears sealed his lips shut and took his voice away. These tears grappled his heart, and he felt so suffocated. He felt like he wanted to grab his own heart and throw it out the balcony.

“then tell me what,” she sniffled as she attempted to wipe her tears away, but to no avail as they just kept coming out. 

He debated whether he should tell her or not. Maybe the friendship was already wrecked by now, so a confession won’t make things worse. He heard the sing of the water yet again. It was telling him: do it. Do it and put your heart to rest. And then he felt the warmth of the water flood his whole body.

“I like you,” he muttered, and her world stopped. her senses were tickled and the small hairs on her arms stood up. And her insides were inverted, and the embodiment of chaos was swimming in her blood. 

“you—what?” her brows knotted together and her cheeks flushed. It was quite incomprehensible. All the years she spent trying to find someone to help her move from the man she loved with every platelet in her blood. All the pain she endured. All the times she physically felt a piece of her heart snap and shatter, that all seemed like nothing.

“I like you. I’ve been in love with you for god knows how long so please, please let me move on,” he rasped out. He seemed sad. He never wanted to admit this, he never thought he would. His jaw was tense, it was so tense it looked like he’s going to break it at any given second.

“I like you,” she replied back as she sniffled. Simple, but enough to make his heart palpitate in his stomach. 

“I’m not messing around—”

“I like you, Keiji. I have always liked you,” the soft hum of her voice caressed his senses. He wanted to store this moment in a bottle of wine and get drunk with it every single night, every single hour, every single minute. He wished he could. 

“I don’t get this. How do you like me back when you’ve spent years of dating random, might I add shitty, guys?” confusion was a good word to describe how he was feeling. Confused, puzzled, and every other connotation to ever exist. Yet he couldn’t deny the fact that his body probably released every single happiness hormone, and he might be hormone deficient now. But its okay, he thought. As long as I have her, I don’t need anything else, he thought. 

“because im stupid and I wanted to find someone to get over you,” her breaths were controlled and eyes less sad than before. 

And he had a smile on his face. It was a smile that resembled the sun spreading it’s light across the surface of the ocean. That resembled the soft hum of the ocean heard inside a shell peppered with the colour blue. 

“you might be just a bit stupid,” the happiness seemed to be entangled with his voice. And she smiled too, partially because she is happy and mostly because he did. 

And the rest of the night was filled with bubbles of memories, floating up to the surface like the fizz in a glass of sparkling water. 

Akaashi was happy. He was grateful for the water that broke down his wall; that screamed at him. Because he gets to live his days from now on listening to the thrum of her voice telling him about her day, and perhaps, in the far future, living in the small cozy house he dreamt of, decorated by giggles, the smell of coffee and cinnamon, and the hum of her breaths.

And she was happy too, for she gets to swim in the blue of his eyes and play with the black of his hair as her heart starts to stitch its broken pieces together one last time, preparing to feel an immense amount of love it has never felt before.

[makkir0ll]

between you and your husband, you were the one more…vocal about your love for him. leaving him sweet notes with doodles of the two of you in his lunch, ending all heartfelt messages with x’s, planting a big kiss on his cheek that he pretended to cringe at but in reality he looked forward to it everytime he left the house.

people would always come up to you, telling you that he doesn’t reciprocate his love with words and such and asking you how you dealt with it. truth be told it took a while for you to get used to but soon enough you began to see the signs.

it was the way that every time he got up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom he would tuck your feet back into bed. the way he spent a solid twenty minutes cleaning your phone screen, and with furrowed brows as he placed your new screen protector on, making sure there were no bubbles. it was when you opened his wallet that you saw all the notes you wrote him saved in one pocket of his shitty leather wallet that was begging to be put to rest. it's the way when you come home after a long night out with your friends he takes his time undressing you, removing and placing your jewelry carefully on your bedside table and making sure to gently take off your makeup and of course do your skincare routine that he has memeorized. when he goes out and he spots a little something with your favorite character on it he buys it immediately, not bothering to look at the price tag because the way your eyes would light up when he brought home the little gift was worth more than a billion dollars to him.

it was when on your third month anniversary when the two of you were still dating, while the two of you sat down on the booth next to each other at a restaurant he held your hand and squeezed it three times. signifying the words, i love you. he knew he loved you from the start but was scared it was too soon to say it and this was his silent way of telling you so. and you picked up on it quickly when he started to do it more often.

and on your wedding day, as the two of you stand in front of all your loved ones and the officiator he says the most beautiful vows ever, telling you that "if death do us part then i hope to find you in every lifetime" and once he ended with that sentence, he squeezed your hand three times. i. love. you.

you always knew your husband loved you because his actions spoke a thousand words to you.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜

sigh. TSUKISHIMA FREAKING KEI!!!!!!!!, akaashi keiji (he writes notes back to you), KITA. SHINSUKE., iwaizumi hajime (30) athletic trainer, suna rintarou, USHIJIMA, kageyama tobio (squeezed your hand a lot when you started dating), MIYA OSAMU, sakusa kiyoomi, OH OH OH AONE!!,

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[levenlike11]

his hands come up to your cheeks and hold, looking- rather staring into your soul. you smile and your cheeks in his hands squish up making them look chubbier.

"wanna bite you." he says it still holding instense eye contact. you laugh and a faint smile appears on his face. "i missed you." his head drops on your shoulder and he takes a deep breath of your perfume.

"missed you too." you put your head on his, as if it hasn't only been less than a full day since you last saw each other. he thanks the owners of the place for the dim blue lighting in the dark room as it conceals the blush starting to make itself known on his face.

his hands that are hugging your figure travels down and down until they hit your waist and sneak under your top to caress your soft skin. every inch his fingertips touch burn with excitement and leaves goosebumps on his way.

"missed you so. damn. much." he sighs into your shoulder and places a small kiss on there, slowly moving upwards on your neck. you open yourself to him and throw your head back, enjoying his acts. his hands are softly scratching your back while he keeps kissing and nipping at your skin.

"show me how much you missed me then." you whisper near his ear and peck his lobe, knowing it makes his knees weak every time you do that. his attention is now diverted to your chin, biting it tenderly. "baby-" you whine when he licks the part he bit to soothe the pain he caused.

"my pretty thing. all mine." staring into your eyes again, he touches your nose playfully with his pointer finger. you close your eyes and lean into him, letting your lips touch gently at first. it doesn't take long until he's exploring your mouth feverishly, teeth clattering and tongues brushing against each other with lust.

you push him off of you for a second to take a breath but he chases after your lips and doesn't let you leave. you can taste the drink he previously had on his tongue and it mixes with the minty taste your altoids left in your mouth. he thinks he's found heaven, right here in your arms.

when he eventually pulls back, you can't help but giggle at all the lipstick stains on the lower half of his face. (and trust my word on this one, he wears it proudly until you force him to wash it off- which leads to another make out session, in the bathroom this time.)

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[sqtorux]

you cunningly rock your hips while sitting on his lap and he's STRUGGLING.

and you're so sly knowing exactly what you're doing to him. you can see him visibly struggling, his jaw clenched hard but you have no intention of stopping.

"isn't it so hot guys?" you adjust your seating, grinding against his erection subtly. your circle of friends agree but he's not listening or contributing to the discussion about some temperature.

you push further bravely upon seeing how desperate he was and move up a notch, gently brushing your hands on his rock hard dick.

he exhales a breath of hot hair, tickling the back of your neck and your confidence splurges. you boldly rock your hips again, just one more and you're done — you promise yourself.

but just as you were about to execute your amazing idea, big firm hands stop your motions short. they hold against your hips, immobilising you in place.

he leans closer into the crook of your neck, grunting softly "you're gonna regret that."

"regret what?" you look at him innocently.

he huffs out an annoyed scoff as his hot breath tingles the side of your neck "lets see how slick you can be when i have my way with you later."

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[thebestsetter]

"So, do you promise to love and respect your wife in joy and in sadness, in sickness and in health, in riches and in poverty, for all the days of your life, until death do you apart?"

"Yes", he says, but his mind instantly disagrees.

"No", he thinks. Because this life is too short. It doesn't last forever, but his love for you is unconditional and everlasting. Your days are counted, and you'll both die, that's unavoidable. Your lives will end. That's why he doesn't want to make your love dependent on life.

That's also why, even though he says "Yes" to the priest in front of everyone so that the ceremony can continue , in his mind, he promises "No. I'll never stop loving you, even when I'm 70, wrinkly and ugly, and even when I die, be it today, tomorrow or in 50 years. My love for you is too strong to die with me. It won't die, as long as you live. And when you die, we'll see eachother on the other side, so I can be with you and love you again".

And when he looks at you at the altar after the priest told him to "kiss the bride", with your mascara smudged from crying and that stupid smile he loves so much, he whispers to you, making sure you're the only one who hears it:

"And if death do us apart, I promise to find you in every timeline"

He then holds you by the waist and kisses you, sealing his promise.

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~ A/N: The idea for this fic randomly apperared in my mind after I read a Instagram comment. I almost cried after reading it 😭

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[skiiyoomin]

ღAccidentally sending them nudes 2

ʚContent: suggestive content, gn reader

ʚcharacters included: Akaashi, Bokuto, Kenma, Kuroo

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[chericos]

men who are so sentimental and sappy it's PAINFUL

You’d always dreamed of your wedding—the venue, the bouquet, and, of course, your first dance.

you grew up watching your parents fall deeper in love with each passing year. spent days watching back through old family CDs of their wedding. of their first dance.

the video was practically worn out from the countless times you’d replayed it, watching their first dance over and over. you've practically ingrained it in your brain. every step, spin, dip, rhythm, the look of pure unbridled unadulterated love, that they shared between them. it was burned into your memory.

and naturally, you imagined yourself in their place. your arms wrapped around the person you'd spend the rest of your life with. your love. so when you met him. the man you couldn't envision a life without, you mentioned it. only once, in passing. and you never brought it up or thought about it again further down the line with planning.

so imagine the shock on your face, the venue packed with friends and family when the first notes of their song began to play.

he took your hand, his grip steady and warm, guiding you into the first step. for a moment, you hesitated, the familiarity of it overwhelming. but then he smiled, that soft, knowing smile that told you everything without a single word, and you let him lead.

the steps were the same. every turn, each twirl, the way he dipped you so perfectly, as though he’d practiced it for months (spoiler: he did). and you realized, as the music played on, this wasn’t just a dance—it was the dance.

when the song ended, you stood still, holding onto him tightly. “you’re unbelievable,” you said, your voice shaky.

“no,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to yours. “I just love you.”

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Haikyuu links

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Tetsurō Kuroo

Helping him before he goes to work

Your his favorite assistant at work

Something he’d make you do

Helping him with work

Giving you a reward

He was frustrated with work

Kenma Kozume

Using his fingers on you

Playing a game for him while he uses you

Something he’d do

Helping him during his game

Something he’d make you wear

How he’d thrust into you

Kōtarō Bokuto

Taking his anger out on you after a game

Something he’d do

Seeing how many rounds you can go

Size kink

Mornings with him be

couldn’t wait while you were in the shower

Keiji Akaashi

Holding you while you ride him

You were to tired so he didn’t want to wake you

Helping him after work

You were needy for him

He wanted you so bad after work

Something he’d do

[heartmaddie]

parfum d'étoiles | k.akaashi

chapter fifteen; shadowboxer

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[taintedtort]

hi hi hi, LOVED YOUR HCS N FLUFFS, can we get a haikyuu hc (any characters !! hehe wouldn't mind anyone) where the reader hugs their plushies instead of like cuddling w them, and n they suddenly got jealous n pouty 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 thank you so so so much, happy writing 🫶🏻🎀

" HUG ME! "

summary. you hug your plushie instead of them

characters. kenma, bokuto, kuroo, akaashi

warnings. gn!reader, none!

a/n. hi, tysm!!! hope these characters are fine! (unintentionally did the duos on nekoma and fukurodani oops)

KENMA

☆ he got you the stuffed animal, so it’s partly his fault. however, that doesn’t stop him from glaring daggers at it whenever you weren’t looking. it’s a cat plushie, one that you’d been wanting for a while, so of course he ordered it for you. he surprised you with it this morning, and you haven’t let go of the damn thing.

kenma is currently sat on your bed playing his switch, and usually you’d be cuddling up to him… but no. you have that stupid cat tucked under your chin and pressed to your chest as you lay facing away from him, scrolling on your phone.

you've been practically ignoring your boyfriend all day! too focused on that plushie that he so kindly bought you. he thought you’d give him lots of thanks and praise, but no. ignored.

he knows he’s being pouty, and that you’re just excited to finally have it, but cmon! your arms should be wrapped around him, not a cheap stuffed animal.

he finally cracks and nudges you, which he’s been contemplating doing for a while.

"hm?" you hum, not even turning to face him, too occupied with the video you’re watching on your phone.

he grumbles something under his breath before he’s pulling on your arm, forcing you to turn over and face him.

"cuddle with me," he murmurs, pulling you close and wrapping his arms around your waist. it’s not often he initiates cuddling or hugs, so you’re immediately focused on him, a big smile on your face. your attention shift causes you to forget your plushie, leaving it laying on the bed behind you. without a second thought, he sneakily snatches it up and tosses it to the floor without you noticing.

"finally…"

BOKUTO

☆ you two went on a little arcade date, and he’d won you a cute stuffie. it was a small teddy bear, and you fell in love with it when you saw it. bokuto, of course, spent at least $30 trying to get it for you. he’s not the best at claw machines, but he eventually was able to grab it for you.

you practically jumped up and down, snatching up the toy from his hands when he held it out to you. he was rewarded with a hug and a kiss on the cheek, and of course a couple words of praise that made his chest swell with pride.

however, as you continued the date, he noticed that instead of holding his arm, you were holding the plushie. you like to be wrapped around his bicep, which he loves, so when he saw the bear clutched to your chest like his arm should be, he started pouting.

"what’s wrong?" you ask, noticing his frown and the way he keeps glancing between you and the teddy. his brows are furrowed, like he’s upset.

"i’ll hold it for you," he suddenly offers, extending a hand and waiting for you to hand it to him. he wasn’t being nice, not really, he just wanted your attention on him.

he watches as you shake your head and protectively hug the bear even tighter, which makes him even more moody.

"you're depriving me! fuck that bear," he practically whines, glaring at it dramatically. you knew he was going to make a scene and be moody for the rest of the date if you didn’t switch your attention.

with a sigh, you hand him the plushie, and he snatches it instantly. he half hazardously dangles it by his side, putting his free arm out to you to hold, which you do.

"you’re so dramatic," you tease, though he doesn’t mind. his mood was instantly lifted when he felt your hands on his bicep.

"i don’t care, this is where you should be."

KUROO

☆ similar to bokuto, you two went to a fair, and he won it for you. it was a huge husky puppy, as big as half your body. you were beyond excited, usually those games are rigged and super hard to win, especially the bigger prizes, but kuroo was determined. he was super proud of himself for making you smile so big, and you praised him while hugging the huge stuffed animal, which made his chest puff out a bit.

as you two continued to walk around the fair, you kept the stuffed animal hugged to your chest, both arms around it. you honestly couldn’t hold it any other way, so he wasn’t really upset about that. he was upset that you kept nuzzling your face into its fuzzy neck. you usually do that when you hug or cuddle with kuroo, so he got a bit pouty about it.

"you like it?" he asks, though he already knew you did. his tone was a bit salty, but you didn’t really catch it, too engrossed with the husky.

"i do! he's really soft," you smile widely, turning to lock eyes with him. he’s happy you’re happy, but he sort of wishes he waited till the end of your date to win you the prize.

"i can tell…" he murmurs, resisting the urge to glare at the poor puppy. he knows it’s not your fault, he's just feeling jealous, which is stupid.

he finally just wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side as you walk. this is the best he can get for now, he’d hate to spoil your fun. he can have you all to himself when you get to his house.

"you ready to go?" he asks, secretly trying to leave quicker so he can have you in his arms, like you should be. once you’re cuddled up with him, you’ll forget all about the stuffed husky, which is exactly what he wants.

"i think it’s about time you showed me the same attention you’ve been showing that plushie."

AKAASHI

☆ he isn’t usually a very jealous person, but cmon. how can he not get a little petty when you’ve been cuddled up with that stupid squishmellow all day? he got it for you the other day when he was out, knowing you like those things. it was a medium sized one, and it was supposed to be a turtle. he thinks they look kind of funny, but he will admit they’re soft and squishy. but even so, you should be cuddling with him, not a stuffed animal. he’s here for a reason!

you're on the couch watching a movie, that fucking squishmellow sitting in your lap, with akaashi next to you. he usually isn’t one to get angry, especially over trivial things like this, but when it comes to you, he feels all sorts of things he usually wouldn’t.

he knows you like it, which is why you’ve been carrying it around, and he can’t blame you for that. he really has no reason to be upset, which is why he doesn’t necessarily voice it, just waiting patiently for the moment you come crawling back into his arms.

he does give you a little motivation though, which isn’t technically cheating! but how can anyone resist when the akaashi keji drapes his arm over their shoulder and kisses their temple?!

it worked like a charm, and you're immediately turning your head to claim a kiss on the lips, which he gives to you. it’s not a normal peck though, it’s long and deep, and it leaves you a bit dazed when he pulls away. this is all part of his plan, get you so distracted that you don’t notice when the plushie falls to the ground, out of sight and out of mind.

he brings his other hand up to your jaw, keeping your eyes on his. he never fails to make you blush, even after being together for quite some time.

"i'm feeling tired, do you want to cuddle?" he smiles, putting on an innocent façade. just as expected, you eagerly nod and follow his lead when he lays down on the couch. the turtle falls to the floor, and you don’t even bat an eye. he wins.

[makkir0ll]

"hmm, is it green apple?"

you giggle in his arms, shaking your head no and smile as he leans down to press another kiss on your lips.

the past fifteen minutes had been spent trapped under his arms while he kisses your plump, flavourful, lips. it started out when you put on some chapstick and he asks for some. you knew that this was his way of getting a kiss, but when his lips press against yours the flavor is different than your normal vanilla, its fruitier. "what flavor is that?" he asks, pulling you closer to him to plant another kiss on your lips, "berry?"

"no" you say smiling as you await his actions. hoping that he does exactly what you expect him too.

and he falls into your trap. the next fifteen minutes are spent with his lips on yours as he guesses what flavor it could be. strawberry? mango? pineapple?

all no.

at this point all he could taste was his own spit on your lips. completely kissed away all the chapstick that coated your lips. he breaks the last kiss with a whine.

"y/n put some more on, i can't taste it anymore." he loosens his grip on your body as you shift underneath him to find the chapstick in your pocket.

"close your eyes, i dont want you to see the label." you tell him and he obliges, squeezing his eyes shut in a childish manner as you apply the chapstick on your lips.

once you're done you toss the tube away, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him down, he's smiling. his lips press against yours yet again but this time it's different. the kiss is deeper, he cups your face and his toungue swipes on your lips and you open your mouth slightly to let the wet muscle enter. it takes your breath away and you start to feel dizzy from his touch and all the sensations happening around you. he pulls away, a thin string of saliva connected the two of you. your eyes are still closed, processing what happened when you hear him say,

"it's berry isnt it?"

you nod your head no, hoping he will kiss you like that again, and he does. but little do you know that he caught a glimpse of the berry graphic on the label when you pulled out the chapstick from your pocket.

HINATA SHOYO. (probably doesn't notice the label though tbh). BOKUTO, hanamaki, oikawa fucking tooru, sugawara (he knew from the start it was berry but goes along with the act to amuse you), akaashi (same as sugawara). NISHINOYA. (same as shoyo, genuinely continues to guess), ATSUMU. KITA FUCKING SHINSUKE (he knew from the first kiss, but realized that this made you happy). KUROO. SUNAAAAA.

[kleftiko]

❦ ASKING THEM FOR A BABY

cw: mature themes, fem!reader, pregnancy, language cause i got a potty mouth

yes, there are boys in multiple spots lol

KUROKO NO BASKET

♡ automatic response is: “we’ll stop by the store tomorrow, m’kay?” before he realizes what you said and completely shuts down imagining the two of you raising a child

— akaashi, iwaizumi, kageyama, hinata, kenma

♡ suggests ‘practise’ rounds, cause he’s a horny bastard, then probably develops a breeding kink from said ‘practise’ rounds lol

— kuroo, atsumu, suna, tendo

♡ whips out the scrapbook he’s been working on with baby names, colours for the nursery, recipes for soft foods, and clothing catalogs: major baby fever

— oikawa, bokuto, kita, ushijima (i find this hilarious)

♡ has a mature conversation with you about what you both want that leads into soft and passionate lovemaking (bow chicka bow wow)

— osamu, sakusa, daichi, kita, akaashi, ushijima, tsukishima

bonus:

♡ probably accidentally knocked you up anyway

— bokuto, atsumu, tendo