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[deardaichi]

024. projects, playlists, and possibilities — tsukishima kei.

cw: smau + written part. project partners. tsukishima kei is a dry texter. tsukishima kei finally makes a move. a/n: i had this idea and wrote it in like 40 mins so im sorry if it seems rushed haha. i hope you enjoy <3

the café was half-lit, all warm air and the low hiss of milk frothing behind the counter. he’d already been there when you arrived, notebook open, pen tapping in that steady, metronome rhythm he always fell into. you sat down without hesitation, pulling out your notes. your handwriting was neat. your outline matched his almost exactly. for a moment, he didn’t say anything — just glanced, just registered it. he’d expected you to be distracted. unfocused. maybe even careless. but you weren’t. you were quiet, steady, keeping pace with him like it came naturally. by the time the hour shifted and the café lights dimmed a little more, you were already halfway through the plan, your drinks mostly forgotten, and he was watching you more than he meant to.

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[cottonlemonade]

Booktok Challenge

word count: 731 || avg. reading time: 3 mins.

pairing: husband!Tsukishima x chubby!Reader

warnings: suggestive

“Soooo, you love me, right?”

Your husband looked up from the magazine he had been flipping through in bed when you plopped down next to him, feet crossed, swaying in the air behind you.

“That strongly depends on how the rest of this conversation is gonna go.”, Kei said.

You beamed because that wasn’t a no and stretched to the side to quickly snatch a book from your nightstand.

“I’d like to try something.” Wiggling the book in his face, you looked at him over the top of the cover excitedly, then opened it to get to a red tag somewhere near the middle.

“No.”

“Baby.”

“I won’t tie you to the bed and degrade you.”

You pouted, mumbling something about him always being mean, but suddenly, when it came to the bedroom, he was a saint. You fiddled with the next red tab and opened your mouth to speak when he shook his head again, “I also won’t take you in a public restroom.”

“How do you know what my tabs stand for?”

“Because while your headphones may be noise canceling for you, they aren’t sound canceling for me. I hear what your booktok girls talk about.”

“Fine… what about…”, you grabbed a blue tab and slowly turned the page, holding the marked passage up to him to read. Your husband adjusted his glasses and leaned in to skim the text, then raised a highly judgmental brow.

“And that’ll make you happy?”

“No time like the present to find out!”

He sighed, pinched the bridge of his nose, and closed the magazine in his lap. “Fine.”

“Alright, I’ll need you to be a bit more enthusiastic, babe.”

“I’m cold.”, he deadpanned, shoving his hands deep in the pockets of his sweatpants.

To stay true to the scene you had led him out onto the balcony after instructing him to lose his shirt. Even though it was almost July, a heavy downpour from earlier had lowered the temperature significantly, leading your husband to shiver like an angry chihuahua in the cool night breeze.

“Okay, so you stand there and I’ll lean against the wall.”, you explained, “Kinda like this, I think. Wait. Like this, yes. And then you pretty much… kabedon me, basically.”

“I read the scene.”

You remained unperturbed and continued your little rambling, “And then with your left hand you just grab my chin-“

“I get it, I get it. - I can’t believe I’m doing this. Stand still so we can get this over with.”

Your determination quickly turned into giddiness and incoherent screeching when your shirtless husband did as instructed, and his scowl grew deeper whenever you had to stop him before he could even say his line because him towering over you like that, his long toned arm right next to your temple was too much to handle.

“Who did this to- will you stop laughing? I was almost done.”

“Sorry! Sorry!”, you patted your own chubby cheeks with both hands to regain some composure and looked up at him again - all hot in his annoyance and concern about your sanity.

You had to suck in your bottom lip not to squeak again when he - for the fourth time - slapped his palm against the wall to “trap” you and leaned in close, his long fingers grabbing your chin and tilting your face to meet his eyes.

“Who did thi- are you done? Good. Then stop laughing and focus. - Who did this-“ He stepped back again and clicked his tongue impatiently. “One more time. And if you can’t keep it together we’re going back inside.”

“Okay! Okay. Give me a moment.”

He watched as you took a few deep breaths, then rolled your shoulders and slumped against the wall again, expectantly.

This time when he leaned in close he used his free hand to cover your mouth so you wouldn’t laugh, his gaze unyielding as he recited the all-important line, “Who did this to you?…” Because he could feel a muffled delighted scream bubble under his palm he dipped his head to your neck, keeping your mouth covered as he nipped at your skin. Your eyes widened and rolled back when his legs pushed between your plush thighs. Finally, he let go of your mouth just in time for you to gasp his name as he marked your neck again, just like the character in the book.

[qardenofeden]

“kei, do you ever think about how strange it is that we've never fought?” you ask, limbs tangled with his as you cuddle on his bed.

it’s 10:03 PM and you’re doing your best to fight against the chilling, icy atmosphere of tsukishima’s room. for some reason, he likes to sleep like a vampire.

“do you want to?” he offers with an arm wrapped around your shoulders. tsukki doesn’t even open his eyes when he responds, too sleepy to entertain another one of your late night overthinking sessions.

“no,” you say calmly, “but we’ve been together for 7 months. we must either be like, the greatest couple of all time or the exact opposite.”

you feel his chest rise and deflate against your head as he lets an overly dramatic sigh.

you knew tsukishima kei wasn’t one for pda. hell, it was one of the things you loved about him. he knew how to make you feel loved without having to scream it to the world.

like that one time on one of your first dates, when you had accidentally fallen asleep on the soft grass of the park while waiting for his weekend practice to end. you woke up with a hand massaging your scalp.

“how long have you been waiting there?” you giggle, rising from your slumber as you rub your eyes awake. he pulls away, casually avoiding your gaze. “why didn’t you wake me?”

kei only shrugs, “you looked peaceful.”

or that other time you got sick for a week and couldn’t make it to school, so he immediately visited you as soon as you got better and brought his backpack with him.

“i got two copies of all the homeworks due next week, so you don’t have to ask the teachers for them.” he unpacks his notes and fishes out two pens from his bag before turning to you. “come, i’ll teach you everything you missed.”

your teachers praised you for how responsible you were, and told you how much they appreciated that you took the initiative to study.

yeah, you totally did that.

or like right now, and all the other nights you’ve spent at his place. because unbeknownst to you, tsukishima kei sets up his bedroom every single time you visit. he tidies up, cleaning even spots that you would never think to look at. but most importantly, and tsukishima knows this routine by heart, he turns the a/c to the highest setting so you’d be forced to cuddle against him underneath his sheets.

“the former,” is all replies with, and you scoff, rolling your eyes.

“but seriously though. how lucky are we to never have fought even after seven months.”

tsukki sighs again, before reluctantly revealing, “we don’t fight because i make it a point to always agree with you.”

you’re taken aback by his words, sitting up slightly as you look him in the eyes, though his are still closed as he tries to focus on sleeping.

“...huh?”

“idiot,” he teases. maybe he thinks calling you names will cover up for how unbelievably sweet he’s being right now, “why would i want to argue with you?” he shifts, trying to subtly move his face away so you don’t see him fully.

“but i can’t always have my way, you know. a relationship should be 50/50, right?”

“not ours.” he presses your head back against his chest, and you hear his heartbeat fasten a little. “you’re the boss.”

BONUS: “and you’ve never paid in your life anyway. you don’t believe in that 50/50 bullshit.” “hey!” “i don’t even know what your wallet looks like.”

@kokokoula this one’s for u <3

[sunibao]

They’re stupid

[semiloml]

cw: size kink, belly bulge, unprotected sex, rough sex, lmk if i missed something

You knew Tsukishima was big.

It wasn’t just his height—it was the way he carried it, the way his broad shoulders framed your body when he pressed himself over you, the way his long fingers wrapped effortlessly around your wrists, pinning them above your head with zero effort.

But knowing he was big? That was different from feeling it.

And right now, you felt every inch of him.

“Fuck,” he muttered, voice strained as he bottomed out, his forehead pressing against yours. “You’re so fucking tight.”

You could barely respond, nails digging into his forearms, body stretched around him in a way that had you shaking. Tsukishima always made you work for it—made you take it, slow and steady, until your body adjusted to the sheer size of him.

But tonight?

Tonight, he was impatient.

“Look at you,” he breathed, one hand sliding down to press against your lower stomach. You gasped at the sensation, the pressure making you feel even fuller, like you couldn’t take any more of him, like he was already too deep.

But that only made him smirk.

“Feel that?” he murmured, pressing down just enough to make your breath hitch. “That’s me, baby. All the way inside.”

Your whimper made his cock twitch inside you, and fuck, he felt it.

“God, you’re taking me so well,” he groaned, leaning down, his lips ghosting over your jaw as his hips rolled forward, slow and intentional. “Knew you could handle it. Knew you could take all of me.”

The stretch was overwhelming, every movement sending shivers up your spine, but the feeling of his hand on your stomach? Feeling just how deep he was? It made you dizzy.

“You like that, huh?” His voice was smug, his breath hot against your ear. “Bet none of those other guys ever fucked you like this.”

You clenched around him, and his smirk dropped, replaced by something hungry.

“Oh?” His grip on your waist tightened as he pulled back—just enough to leave you feeling empty—before snapping his hips forward again, hard. “That get you going, baby? Knowing you can see how deep I am?”

Your only answer was a breathless moan, your back arching, body begging for more.

And Tsukishima?

He gave it to you.

A/N: my goat fr🔥ANYWAY REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!

[shosweet]

“kei..” you whispered in between kisses.

tsukishima kei is a busy man. if he’s not acing his classes, he’s repping sendai city and racking up points for his team. he barely ever had free time on his hands — specifically, you in his hands.

so, when he stopped by your place, it took you by surprise to see him standing at your doorstep. he was heaving, hair and clothes tassled by the wind. one thing led to another and…

“kei, c’mon..” you whispered again. he kept going, hungry and starved for your lips, deep groans in annoyance and protest to your wishes. he finally had you in his hands — how in the world could he pass up this opportunity? he kissed you in such a manner that if he pulled away for just a bit, you’d vanish from his touch.

he pulled you in closer by the waist, hands roaming around your body for something, anything to keep him on steady ground. his lips were no different from his hands, ravaging and becoming completely insatiable. tongues dancing, teeth clashing — it was just too much for you. with a whine and a small push to his shoulders, he finally pulled away, a string of your shared saliva covering the gap between your lips.

“kei, it’s getting late. don’t you have some work to do?” you panted as you clung to his sweater, small amounts of worry peeking through your voice. you knew how busy he was and how committed he was to his passions, but in this moment, nothing could match how badly he needed you.

“one more, please. please let me stay,” he begged in reply, voice laced with fear of an absence of you, even if it’s just a second. his glasses were long tossed aside, his hair tasseled from your fingers, lips swollen with kisses, and cheeks flushed a deep, bright red. his hand cupped your jaw as his wide hazel eyes searched for the smallest glint of permission to keep going.

“please, i need you…”

well, how could you say no to that?

[cosmic-evening]

TSUKISHIMA KEI is known for his resting bitch face.

it's enough to make the first-year girls cower in fear as he walks past them in the hallways.

when he's got his headphones on, head bowed, with a threatening aura around him, people know not to even talk to him. and no matter how many times tadashi tells him to not scare off the first-year, kei insists that he doesn't do it on purpose. (he does.)

but you? you prided yourself in knowing you would never be on the receiving end of those stares.

you prided yourself in being the only person who was able to tell when he dropped this façade; when his gaze subtly shifts when he looks at you. the way the furrow in his eyebrows smooth out faintly, the way he stands a little straighter, the way his lips turn up at the corners a little.

you prided yourself in knowing, in the privacy of kei's room, what it looks like when he truly smiles. a smile where there's no mockery in his eyes, where the slight upturned corners of his mouth stretch to reveal an expression of mirth.

and to be honest?

you had no idea what they were talking about when they said that tsukishima kei had a resting bitch face.

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[praxieserver]

smugshima

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[rebelssvy]

babeeeeee you have me addicted to your roommates ushi x reader fic 😭 please make more with links 😭😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏 maybe a tsukki x reader 👀 okie but also love the size difference kink showing in your fic too 😭😘👌 absolutely delish girl thank you for blessing us

FUCK yes. god YES i can.

cruel ✧.*

tsukishima x reader ₊˚ෆ

★ twt links included!!!!

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summary: you and tsuki are roomates, you go out to a party and he is just mean to you. so when you get home you embarrass him by going through his porn. smut, making out, twt links, squirting dirty talk all, male receiving head

twt links scattered in here. loved making this!!! request more babes.

of course you were overstepping. of course you had had a little to much to drink. but to be honest you were still fully aware of every move you had made tonight. it was all calculated.

you and your roommate tsukishima kei had found yourselfs at a party earlier that night. it was a friendly get together that turned into more of a party the longer it went on. sure you took some shots. but all of that was hours ago.

during the party you had been flirting with some of kei’s teammates. it was nothing bad of course. it was all far play. the music was bumping and the lights were flashing. truly it had turned into a house party. it wasn’t until tsuki had pulled you aside that your mood really flipped.

he could be cruel sometimes. a sharp mind and a sharper tongue, but he was also caring. in this moment all the lines were blurred.

whispering in your ear he spoke the words. “stop putting yourself out there your just going to embarrass yourself..” you gasped, pushed him back and left. like any sane person would. you ordered and uber walking out of the apartment complex and arrived at your shared apartment within minutes.

instead of wallowing in your pain, you created a master plan. one that was going to embarrass him so much that he would have no choice then apologize to you. you were quick to your room, changing into skimpy pjs and lacey under garments.

sure his comment hurt. but it hurt more coming from him. you liked him. after sharing an apartment with him for so long you two would laugh after his snarky comments. hitting him and telling him to treat you better in which he would reply, ‘yes y/n…’. so why did he pull you away tonight and degrade you? did he have a problem with you flirting? maybe..

shortly after you changed the locks to your home unlocked and he walked in. with his timing it seems like right after you left, he said goodbye to everyone and followed you shortly after.

“how did you get home?” he asked, taking off his hoodie and hanging it up. then proceeding to take his belongings out of his pant pockets.

then and there is struck you. your master plan.

you walked over to him, making sure you didn’t rush to fast, but just quick enough to close in on him. “took an uber..” you spoke quietly. almost to a whisper.

“huh? you what? why are you being so quiet..?” he asked tone slightly annoyed. hook, line, sinker. you had riled him up just enough.

“oh i don’t know…” you said now right next to him, back against the counter top. he stood above you. eyes linked with yours. he was obviously looking at all of you. all of you. he tilted his head to the side waiting for you to finish your sentence.

“maybe.. it’s because..” you had to sly about this. reaching behind you in a very smooth motion, you grabbed his phone into your hand. praying he didn’t notice until you had it firmly in your grasp.

“-because you made me feel stupid..!” you said sharp and bluntly pushing him on the chest with your open hand before taking quick strides back to your room. it was too late for him to realize what you had.

you were already at your door when he started “y/n! give me my phone back!” stumbling after you, you shut the door in his face. locking it quickly. he was right on the other side of the door. his knocks turned into pounds. then shortly he gave in.

“what did i do y/n… fuck- please i’m sorry just open the door.” he said pleading to you.

“no tsuki. you embarrassed me. you said i was trying to hard and i was going to embarrass myself. so now… im gonna embarrass you.” you said while a smile on your face. your mission was simple, find somthing so embarrassing that he wanted to cry, give his phone back. and he would apologize. simple.

you knew his password. of course you knew his password, when unlocking his phone he spoke again on the other side of the door. “i’m sorry. i shouldn’t have said that. i didn’t know what i was thinking…” he said softly. it was sincere, but you were going to let this end that quickly.

you searched through his phone, going to his camera roll you looked for embarrassing photos of him in his pre-teens or maybe even as a kid. but the only thing you could find were younger pictures of him and he was adorable. this wasn’t going to work, you needed somthing better.

and there is was, your knight in shining armor. an app with a big white X on it. you knew you could find somthing on twitter right? ever guy had somthing on there… so he should right..?

before opening the app you decided to toy with him. just to make this whole thing more painful for him. “whatcha got on twitter kei? anything you want to tell me before i go through it?” you spoke with a joyful voice.

“god. y/n please don’t oh my god. i’m sorry. just don’t go into that app.” he pleaded more miserable then ever. that was your goal anyways.

“sorry i’m gonna do it anyways!” you laughed. and just like that you clicked into it. it had to be here somewhere… you thought.

like a beacon in the night, the likes tab revealed all. scrolling through countless videos of porn. something inside you shifted. maybe it was the way you heard him whisper “fuckk..” behind the door. or maybe it was that you had a full visual gallery of all his kinks. but you were growing needy, and it was clear to you.

you paused on certain videos, watching them longer than others. like the way this girl took her bfs cock down her throat and the way she was all tied up. it made you think about kei doing that to you. god! what were you thinking!

mindlessly you rubbed your legs together. the sound of him behind the door made your brain go fuzzy. “y/n just stop.. please..” he whispered. you couldn’t stop. you scrolled to the next one.

the next video was of a girl get railed right next to a pc monotor. her hands scrambled over the key board as she took rough back shots. your mind flashed to the set up kei had in his room. your mind flashed to him pounding into your cunt infront of his game. you having to be al’ quiet because the mic is still on. fuck. why were you thinking this. you forced yourself to remember you were still mad at him.

the next one a girl spread her legs in a public bathroom, forced to be quiet as her partner finger fucked her. spitting on her cunt. kei would be good with his fingers, is he seriously into the whole public thing? god seriously what is wrong with you! the need for him to do stuff to you was too much. your lust was replacing every emotion you had in you.

the last one really sent you over the edge. a video of a girl getting pounded, it is only about 30 seconds. and the entire 30 seconds is of her getting fucked through her orgasm. she soaks the camera with her liquid and is moaning through the whole thing. it was too much for you.

opening the door you met face to face with a deranged tsukishima. blushed and flushed his hair was a mess and his eyebrows furrowed with anxiety. there was something else though, the way his eyes were halfly litted and the way he looked down at you were your gaze met his. you needed him. and maybe, just maybe… he needed you too.

“tsuki…” you called his name out, bringing the phone up to his chest before taking it back into your hands and unlocking it. he didn’t say a word the whole time. “i’ve never squirted before…” you admitted before showing him the video. he recognized it. it was one he watched often.

“fuck.. y/n… what do you want. i’m sorry seriously. but… is this just a game to you? to get back at me?” he asked while taking his phone back. through it into his pant pocket.

“no.. it’s just… fuck tsuki-“ you cut yourself off. to afraid to cross that line. your gaze dropped to the ground. but somthing else caught your eye. his cock was prominent in his pants. it was big from the looks of it.

“tell me what you want.” his voice rang iut in the silence. confidence surged through your body. lust was overcoming every other emotion you had. any clear thought was gone.

“i want you to fuck me kei..!” it was music to his ears. before you knew it his body crashed into yours. he grabbed your face and pulled you in for a deep kiss. you moaned into his mouth. your noises made you embarrassed.

“fuck i love that… keep moaning for me please” he begged, almost reading your mind.

your back crashed into the wall next to your door frame. his hands traveled up and down your figure. your lips worked against each other. both of you needing more.

without second thought you broke the kiss and dropped to your knees. you really weren’t one for giving head, but for him…. you would do anything.

“y/n.. you don’t have to..” he said sincerely. you shook your head no, before freeing his cock from his pants and underwear. pulling them all down at once. it was beautiful. on the longer side, with a little girth. his balls were smaller. his tip was a nude pink. and fuck- your mouth drooled.

licking the tip, but a little. he groaned, hands flying to your hair, pulling it out of the way. you then licked all of it. before taking it into your mouth. back and fourth you bobbed your head. saliva slipping out of your mouth.

you gaged once or twice but it was short lived before he was pulling you to your feet and into his arms. lifting you up off the ground he mumbled the words “need more..” before making his way to his room.

gently resting you on the bed he stripped you of your clothing. making fast work of anything you had on, which already wasn’t much. your legs were closed before he pried them open. back flat on his bed, legs spread for him to see. you leaked on to his sheets. your wetness already overwhelming. his mind went silly.

“let me…” he said bringing his hand to your cunt. he sat infront of you on the bed, slightly angled but only to see your sopping pussy at full view. you moaned when he touched your folds. curling your clit your back arched off the bed.

it wasn’t until you lifted your hips into the air that he plunged one of his slender fingers into you. “fuck~ kei-!” you moaned out. your words were his motivation. he finger fucked you with grace. until he added a second one and you were squirming all around the place.

“fuck that too much for you baby?” he toyed. you clenched down on his fingers, enticed by is words. “you like that? you like when i fuck with you huh?” butterflies filled your stomach. he was too much.

“i need… you kei please please gimmie your cock..!” you moaned out, reaching for his length. only to grab his thigh and claw at it. searching for more.

“i’ll give you more baby…” he said while flipping you around. moving both your bodies in harmony while he kissed you with heat. you moaned into his mouth until you two broke for the position change.

it was in no time that he had you all stretched out around his long length. you were al spread for him. him underneath you, your back against his chest. his words rang out in your ears.

“knew you would like this position. been thinking about doing this to you al night. can’t fucking run away from his cock baby…” he fucked his dick into you. you were lacking of control. the only thing you could do was bounce on it.

“fucking been thinking of fuckin you like this for ages. getting to whisper in your ear and play with your clit….” his hand came in contact with your sensitive little bud. you started seeing stars.

“didn’t know you would be such a slut for my dirty words.. huh baby you like that?” he slaped your cunt. your back spasmed and you moaned out. you were going to cum. it was too late to even say anything your overwhelming sensation approaching too fast.

“cum on it.” he spat out. he knew you were gonna cum. and yet he kept fucking you. his long hard cock in and out of your sopping wet pussy. his balls smacking against your skin. his groans behind your ear. fuck.

white liquid rushed out of you. tsukishima quickly rushed to rub harshly into your clit.

“fuck! ah-! kei fuck! ah~ i can’t-! stop!” your words were rushed, staggered and stuttering you grabbed onto his wrist to stop.

finally when no more seemed to come out of you he stopped his motion and set you down. laying you beside him. all your energy you once had was gone.

“see, now you can say you have squirted.” he laughed from beside you.

he was right.

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yum.

[tsukisangel]

hq boys react to you getting hit on in dms!!

characters ꕤ tsukishima, atsumu, kuroo, daichi

wc ꕤ 926

you were laying on your belly in bed with TSUKISHIMA while he was sitting up next to you and reading. it wasn’t too late in the evening. the two of you were just winding down after a long day. you scrolled through your phone when you got a message request on instagram. you furrowed your brows, pressing it and reading it. you gasped softly, making tsukishima glance over at you.

daish.guru: hey baby ;) how about u leave that loser and get w me instead ?

you laughed in pure shock. tsukishima hummed and set his book down after placing the bookmark in the page he was reading. you held the phone up to him, and he raised his brows. possessiveness flashed in his eyes for half a second. you hardly noticed it. then he smirked, taking the phone. he didn’t even say anything. he just wrote a message and gave it back to you. then he went back to reading.

you furrowed your brows at your boyfriend, looking at the phone.

y/n: correct me if i’m wrong, didn’t your girlfriend break up with you recently? and then when you begged on your hands and knees for her back and she rejected you, you went on instagram and found objectively attractive women to hit on thinking that would work? nice try. unfortunately for me, i’m stuck with her -loser

you laughed. “kei!” you exclaimed, a grin spreading across your face. “what the hell do you mean unfortunately?”

he rolled his eyes. “should i let him have you?” he asked. “you’re interrupting my reading.” you scoffed, hitting his arm and then stealing his book. “hey.” you laughed, making sure you kept his spot as you flipped through the pages. despite the teasing, your heart was still fluttering at the message your boyfriend sent.

ꕤ

“tsumu!” you groaned. “hurry up!” you exclaimed. “i’m gonna start it without you!” while you waited for ATSUMU to get out of the kitchen and get to the living room for your night in, you scrolled instagram on your phone. you furrowed your brows when you noticed a strange dm from some random guy you didn’t even know.

terushi.ma: hey gorgeous 😍 i bet you’d have way more fun with me than that weirdo ur with ;)

“who the fuck is that?” atsumu asked from behind you. you jumped, the phone flying out of your hand. he laughed.

you scowled and pushed his face. “i don’t know. guess he thinks i’m hot.” you smiled at atsumu. “but i already know that.”

“okay, bighead.” atsumu rolled his eyes, picking your phone up. you laughed softly. he checked for cracks and then sat next to you, opening the dm. “here, take a pic with me.” he opened the camera to take a picture, then pointed to his cheek. you grinned and kissed it, hearing the camera click. then you watched as he typed a message back.

y/n: [1 image attachment]

y/n: i think she’s good bro, gl tho

you nodded. “perfect.” you said. “my protector.” you rested your head on his lap and he chuckled, setting his popcorn bowl down on your belly. you giggled.

“anything for you, gorgeous.” he winked at you.

ꕤ

KUROO walked over to you, his strong arms wrapping around your waist from behind as you prepared your breakfast. you saw his hands held your phone. he pressed a kiss to your shoulder. “why in the hell is daishou suguru messaging you?” he asked sweetly. you furrowed your brows, looking down at the message on your phone.

then you scoffed at the message.

daish.guru: hey baby ;) how about u leave that loser and get w me instead ?

“i’d like to know the same thing.” you frowned. “isn’t he from that team that cheated or whatever?” you asked.

kuroo nodded, starting to type on the phone. “cheated and still lost.” he chuckled.

y/n: daishou - 0, kuroo - 2

y/n: seems like you’re the loser here.

you laughed softly at the messages. “still holding a grudge on him?” you teased.

“no, not anymore. i’m finally at peace with it.” he grinned, setting your phone down. “food’s burning, by the way, pretty.” he walked away and you gasped, looking at the food. “maybe let me handle it next time.” he teased.

“shut up!” you exclaimed.

ꕤ

DAICHI set the plates of dinner down at the table. “thanks for cooking.” you smiled, putting your phone down face up on the table.

“of course. you deserve it.” he kissed your head. “plus, we haven’t been able to sit down and eat together for a while.” he sat down across from you, drinking from his cup of water. “i’m just glad i get to spend some nice, slow time with you.”

you nodded. “me too.” you said happily. as soon as you had both relaxed and started eating, you saw an instagram notification.

tets.kuroo: are you made of fluorine, iodine, and neon? because you’re F-I-Ne ;)

you furrowed your brows, about to grab it, but daichi grabbed it before u did. you saw him read it, look up at your bewildered expression, and then you watched him block the guy who messaged you. you could've sworn you saw his eye twitch. you raised your brows. “that’s that.” he said.

you smiled. “don’t be jealous.” you teased. he shook his head and you stood up, wrapping your arms around his neck. he looked up at you, pulling you down to press a kiss against your lips.

“you’re mine.” he said softly. you nodded, kissing his head.

“forever.” you smiled, glancing at the ring on your finger.

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[shouyuus]

in that vein i do think tsukki is annoyingly good at cooking like he shouldn't be, it doesn't seem like he would be, but he is -- and he's always kinda irked that you're shocked he can make super difficult things really well (tamagoyaki, baking pie from scratch, the perfect runny omelet for omurice) and compliment him on it.

"it's simple, you just follow the recipe," he says, a tiny frow digging into his forehead as you fawn over the gooey golden inside of the freshly cut omelet, perfectly split over a round heap of rice. he plops a bottle of ketchup on the table beside you and sets the pan on the counter.

"yeah, but simple doesn't mean easy --" you say, almost sagely, grinning up at him with a cat-like quirk to the corner of your lips, "didn't you always used to say that a good block is simple because all you gotta do is stop the ball from going over, but that doesn't make it easy --"

"shut up and eat it before it gets cold," he snipes, tugging the apron off his tall, gangly form and dropping into the seat next to you, nudging you with his foot.

you roll your eyes, handing him the second spoon.

"you're not gonna try it first?"

tsukki smirks, "i've made it enough times to know it'll be good."

you take a bite and have to swallow down the soft moan that crawls up your throat. tsukki watches you with a satisfied expression before reaching over to dig up a spoonful for himself.

"mm. could use a bit more salt next time," he says, before setting down the spoon and sitting back in the chair again. you make a noncommittal noise around a mouthful of omurice; tsukki scoffs, leaning forward to pick a grain from the corner of your lips.

you tongue at the side of your mouth with a cheeky grin as he makes a face.

"glad you like it," he says, his expression flat. but a second later, he softens and flicks you gently on the forehead. "don't eat so fast, you'll choke. and i don't know the heimlich."

you swallow and make a point to shooting him a thumbs up, "it's okay, it'd be a honorable way to go -- like the samurai of old, death by omurice --"

tsukki pushes back from the table.

"i'm never making dinner for you again."

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✧˚ ༘ Falling asleep next to him ft. Tsukishima Kei

⇢fluff, alcohol consumption (reader is tipsy), written this with post-timeskip Tsukki in mind, your honor they're idiots in love, they want each other bad. anyway, self indulgent short drabble

Tsukishima thinks his heart is going to explode from how close you are to him. The room is silent and you're haf-asleep in his bed, wearing his t-shirt, smelling of his shower products and he almost doesn't mind the sweet, lingering trace of alcohol on your breath.

When you invited him and Yamaguchi to a party that night to celebrate the end of exam season he initially wanted to refuse, but the thought of you going only with his friend, getting hit on by random guys at the club didn't sit right with him. So he tagged along and watched you dance and chat up whoever was willing to spare you the time of day. To say he was irritated would be an understatement but Tsukishima knew better than to comment on your behavior; he knew how easily you sulked and pouted until you got your way. And you always ended up getting your way with him– he liked you that much, though he never found the words to tell you. He had to basically drag you home that night, helping you take off your makeup while you sat on the edge of the bathtub, complaining about your headache. It was Yamaguchi's idea to let you stay the night at their flat considering the state you were in. Tsukishima wanted to point out that you weren't in fact that drunk, just tipsy, but he held his tongue. He couldn't waste an opportunity to keep you by his side just for a little longer. So after you showered and joined him in bed, he was finally faced with the reality of it all.

You're here, pressed up against him, your nose nudging against his jaw as you shift around, trying to find a more comfortable position. He feels warm, too warm, his palms sweaty as he adjusts, rolling on his side to give you more space. His hand comes up to your waist to prevent you from completely rolling over him and the little breathy hum you let out at the touch is a low blow. Tsukishima has always been analytical, trying to make sense of the world through logic and his sharp mind almost never failed him. But what can he do when his brain is basically mush, heart thumping so fast he's afraid you'll hear it if you lay your head on his chest? He tells himself to go to sleep, just close his eyes, take a deep breath and calm down but he can't— not when you're so close and fit so well against him.

And then you speak, a breathy, barely audible whisper of his name and his resolve crumbles. "Yea?" he says back, pressing his forehead against yours, thumb rubbing circles on your hip.

"d'you have some water? My throat feels dry."

He nods as you cough, slipping out of bed and heading to the kitchen to bring you a glass of water. By the time he returns you're already propped on your arm and he can see you blinking slowly in the soft moonlight.

"Here you go. Drink up." he mumbles, fingers brushing against yours when you take the glass and bring it to your lips, emptying it in a few greedy gulps. "Jesus... slow down, it's all yours." You give him a glare and set the glass down as he joins you under the blanket again.

"I was thirsty ok? Plus my head hurts so bad. Can't you give me some paracetamol?"

"Not when you've still got alcohol in your system, dummy. I'll give you one in the morning." he huffs, slipping his hands into your hair to massage your scalp before you get to complain more.

Kei's thumbs rub against your temples, soothing the dull ache and you finally relax, your protests melting on your tongue as you close your eyes again. "There, better?" he whispers and you nod, cuddling up against his chest. "Yea, thanks Tsukki. You're a saviour."

"A saviour, really?" he teases and you chuckle.

"You know what I mean."

And Tsukishima knows– at least he hopes he does. Hopes that behind that little sleepy smile and content expression of yours lays a feeling akin to his. But he pushes down those thoughts, leaving them for tomorrow because he's finally starting to fall asleep and as his breath settles and his eyes flutter shut, Tsukishima promises himself that one day he'll get you to sleep by his side every night.

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TEXTS W TSUKKI!² 𖤐

ɞ for anon that requested this! f!reader, pre established relationship, kei is an ass but he loves u

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[weneeya]

do you think you could write the “jacked and kind” prompt with suna or tsukishima, it’s so cute ahhh

jacked and kind pt.1 / pt.2

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pairing. haikyuu x reader

characters. suna, tsukishima, atsumu, aone

note. ofc i can! i decided to use your request as an excuse to make a part 2 so i put both suna and tsukki lmao, hope you'll love it as much as the first one <3

Suna

Of course he saw the trend multiple times himself, you were well aware of it. He was the one to ask you if you wanted to do it with him, which made you laugh a bit. 

“Kind? Since when?” You asked him, and it made him roll his eyes with an amused grin. You might be right on this point, but no one needed to know that he was, in fact, a real menace. “Come on, don’t be like that,” he told you and you raised your hands in the air to claim your innocence. After all, you weren’t the one who needed to make any effort for this. 

Suna might not seem so jacked, but he was still a volleyball player after all. All the training wasn’t just to know how to play. You were nothing more than a feather with someone like him, but you didn’t expect to be lifted up so easily. It made you gasp in surprise, you had to admit it. 

When he put you down and you walked to turn down the video, he waited beside you with his arms crossed and his stupidly annoying grin. “Didn’t think I could do it, uh?” You glanced at him before rolling your eyes, which made his grin go wider. 

Yes, you knew he could do it, but you hated when he was right and so full of himself. Well, not really. It made him hot, even if you would never tell him that.

Tsukishima

“I’m not doing this.” 

You knew he would say this the moment you would ask him to do the trend with you. Tsukishima wasn’t a show off, so he didn’t see why he should be doing as stupid as showing anyone he could carry you on his shoulder. It wasn’t that he couldn’t, he just thought it was stupid. 

But you kept on begging him, day after day, until he finally accepted. He had nothing to prove, he was just tired of hearing you asking him this anytime you could. So he let you install your phone, putting everything as you wanted. 

“Ready?” He asked, and you nodded. The moment after, you felt his hands grabbing you to carry you on his shoulder. You knew your boyfriend was tall of course, but you never realized how much until you were up there. He put you down not much longer after, and you quickly got to grab your phone. 

You had a bright smile on your face that made him sigh before looking away, putting his glasses back up on his nose. Perhaps it was stupid, but if it made you so happy, it was clearly worth it.

Atsumu

“I could do it too,” he said with a pouty face while looking at your phone from above your shoulder. 

It wasn’t the first time he saw you looking at this trend, all kicking your feet and all. It wasn’t so impressive, you had a boy who could do it too. Why didn’t you ask him to do it? He didn’t want to be the one asking, but he tried to leave you messages so you would ask him. 

“Wanna redo it?” You asked with a little smile, clearly understanding that he wanted to show off what he could do too. He nodded and moved away from you to stand up straight. It made you chuckle, how eager he was to prove things to you. 

He remained cool the whole video, wanting to be your handsome and cool boyfriend for anyone who would see this. He held you like nothing on his shoulder, putting you down after flexing his other arm to show that you weighed nothing for him.

He was clearly too proud of himself for a stupid trend, but you would never be the one to break down his joy, so you let him proudly show off while watching the video, an amused smile on your lips. 

Aone

The boy was the definition itself of being jacked and kind. He was probably the sweetest person you had ever met, even if he might have scared you a bit at first, like anyone else. He was huge and impressive, never really speaking a lot. But you quickly learned to discover the cute boy Aone was really, the boy you loved so much. 

He did not quite understand what you were asking him to do to begin with. Well, putting you up on his shoulder didn’t seem so difficult, but why did you want him to do this? Yet, he could never refuse you anything so he simply accepted without more questions. 

Aone let you put everything in place before you walked closer to him. He waited silently the whole time, his hands resting on your hips and his eyes locked on you while waiting for you to tell him he could go. 

In no time, you were already on his shoulder, his arm around your legs to keep you there safely. His eyes were never leaving you, and you didn’t know if it was because he didn’t know what to do or simply because he loved looking at you ; because yes, Aone was the type to stare. 

You gently patted his arm with a smile, and he simply put you down on the floor as easily as he carried you. You couldn’t help but to chuckle a bit while looking at the video. He really was looking at you like a lost puppy ; a big puppy, yes, but an adorable one. If one thing was sure, it was that Aone only had eyes for you.

thank you for reading!

[semiloml]

cw: oral(male receiving), deepthroating, slight hair pulling, just filthy smut :p

Tsukishima acts like he’s not that into it.

like he’s above things like desperate pleasure, like he’s so much cooler than that. Like he’s not that affected when you drop to your knees in front of him, looking up at him with those wide, knowing eyes.

But the second your hands slide up his thighs? The second your fingers graze the growing bulge in his sweats?

His whole body tenses.

“tch,” he scoffs, looking down at you, but you can hear the tightness in his voice, see the way his fingers twitch at his sides. “So eager, huh? You must really want this.”

You grin, batting your lashes as you pull down his waistband, just enough to let his cock spring free—long, thick and already aching for your mouth. “You’re the one who’s hard already, Kei.”

That earns you a sharp look. But before he can say anything, you lean in and press a slow, teasing kiss to his tip.

And just like that, Tsukishima’s breath shudders.

“Fuck,” he mutters, his hips twitching forward slightly, like he can’t help it. His jaw clenches, trying to hold onto that lazy indifference, but you can see it cracking.

You hum, letting your lips drag along the underside of his cock, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses down the thick vein, relishing the way his muscles tense beneath your touch. His thighs flex, his fingers curling into fists.

Then, finally, you take him in—the first inch, then another, your tongue swirling over the tip before sliding lower, sucking slow and deep.

“Hhm—fuck,” Tsukishima exhales, low and breathy, his head tipping back for just a second before he forces himself to look down at you.

“Look at you,” he mutters, voice tight, threading his fingers into your hair. “So fuckin’ needy to have your mouth stuffed full, huh?”

You moan around him, making him twitch in your mouth. His grip tightens slightly, his breath coming faster now, more uneven.

“Bet you love this,” he muses, his free hand coming up to cup your jaw, his thumb brushing over your cheek. “Bet you get off on sucking me off like a good little thing“

You do. God, you do.

And you prove it by sinking lower, taking him deeper—so deep your lips nearly brush the base, your throat tightening around him.

“Shit,” he hisses, his hips jerking forward slightly before he catches himself. His fingers in your hair tighten, pulling slightly, making you whimper around him.

“God,” he groans, throwing his head back for real this time, his abs clenching as he tries to hold himself together. “Your mouth feels so fucking good—fuck, you’re gonna make me—”

You look up at him, eyes hazy, lips stretched obscenely around him, spit pooling at the corners of your mouth as you hollow your cheeks and suck harder.

“Ah, fuck—!”

That’s it. That’s it.

His fingers tighten hard in your hair, holding you still as he bucks into your mouth, losing that cool, detached control completely. His breath is ragged now, low groans spilling from his lips as he fucks into the wet heat of your throat, chasing his high like he needs it.

“Shit, shit, shit—” His voice breaks, his thighs tensing beneath your hands. “Fuck, I’m gonna—fuck—”

And then he snaps.

His whole body tenses as he spills into your mouth, hot and thick, groaning deep in his chest as he presses you down hard against him. “Take it,” he grits out, breathless. “Swallow. Be good for me.”

You do—all of it.

And when he finally lets go of your hair, when you pull back, breathless and wrecked, wiping your lips with the back of your hand—

Tsukishima looks down at you, still panting slightly, and smirks.

“Yeah,” he murmurs, voice still rough, tilting your chin up with one finger. “Knew you loved this.”

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[swtnjk]

i can imagine kei with a sonny angel obsessed gf + i have 4 scenarios with it lol

scenario #1

you were lounging next to kei on the couch, a bright smile playing on your lips. “kei, please, can you get me one of the dinosaur sonny angels?” you asked, your voice sweet as you gently nudged his arm.

kei barely looked up from his phone, “you already have a ton of them. why do you need another?”

you pouted, throwing your best puppy eyes at him. “because the dinosaur ones remind me of you,” you said softly, your voice almost a whisper. “they’re tough, but so cute, and… well, you’re like that, too.”

kei glanced at you from the corner of his eye, clearly trying to stay indifferent. “i’m not buying you another one.” you tilted your head, giving him a sly grin. “pleaseee? just one more? the dinosaur one, kei… it’ll make me so happy.”

kei let out a sigh, putting his phone down. he looked at you, his expression unreadable. “you’re impossible,” he muttered but there was a hint of affection in his tone that made you think you were close to winning him over.

“is that a yes?” you asked. kei rolled his eyes, but the faintest smile tugged at his lips. “fine. one. but that’s it.”

your face lit up, “yay! thank you!” you threw your arms around him, and he chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief at how easily you had manipulated him.

scenario #2

it was your birthday, and you were waiting eagerly for kei to give you your gift. you could tell he’d been planning something for a while, though he hadn’t let slip anything about it.

when he handed you the neatly wrapped box, you didn’t waste any time. you ripped off the paper and opened the box to find not just one, but the whole set of birthday sonny angels. your eyes widened in shock as you pulled out each little figure, one by one.

“kei… you didn’t,” you breathed, your heart swelling with happiness. kei shrugged, his usual nonchalant expression on his face, but his eyes softened just a little. “i figured you’d like them.”

you smiled brightly, unable to contain your excitement. “this is amazing! i’ve been wanting these for so long!” you hugged him tightly, squeezing him harder than usual.

kei’s arms wrapped around you gently, his voice soft. “i know. i pay attention.” you pulled back slightly, still holding onto him. “this is the best birthday gift ever. thank you so much, kei!” you give him a kiss on the cheek.

he just nodded, though you could see a tiny, proud grin tugging at his lips. it was rare for him to show such warmth, but in this moment, you felt like the luckiest person in the world.

scenario #3

“kei,” you called gently, waving him over to the bookshelf in your room. “come here.”

he walked over, slow and casual, hands in his pockets. his eyes flicked over the shelves, then stilled. There were dozens of sonny angels lined up neatly in little rows—every theme imaginable. fruits, vegetables, animals, sea creatures.

but in the center, perfectly arranged, were all the dinosaur sonny angels.

“i collect all of them,” you said softly, standing beside him, “but… only the dinosaur ones remind me of you.” he looked at you, then back at the tiny dinosaurs. “yeah?”

you nodded, a quiet smile blooming on your face. “you notice how i have all the dinosaur ones now? since you got me that first one?”

kei’s gaze lingered on the little figures, then dropped back to you—your soft expression, your eyes lit up just for him.

“yeah… that’s so nice, pretty,” he said, voice low and warm. you smiled, cheeks warming as you leaned just a little closer to him. “mhm…”

he reached out, gently brushing his knuckles against your arm. “you’re really something.” you laughed under your breath, barely above a whisper. “so are you.”

kei looked at the shelf one last time, then back at you. “i’m glad i got it for you. makes me feel kinda… lucky.” you touched your fingers to his softly. “you always are with me.”

scenario #4

the next day, kei was at practice, trying to focus on his drills when he noticed yamaguchi and hinata staring at his phone case.

“kei,” yamaguchi began, his voice full of amusement. “is that… a sonny angel hipper?”

kei glanced down at his phone, the tiny dinosaur figure with its butt out sticked near his camera. right above the polariod of you. he didn’t react immediately. “yeah. what about it?”

hinata couldn’t hold back a grin. “that’s a pretty cute phone case, kei. i didn’t take you for someone who’d carry something like that around.”

kei shrugged, his usual unbothered demeanor in full swing. “it’s for her,” he said flatly, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

yamaguchi raised an eyebrow, “oh, so you’re soft for her, huh?”

kei shot him a look, but there was no malice in his eyes. he just gave them a nonchalant shrug, looking back at the court. “whatever. i’m not ashamed.”

hinata smirked, “i guess we all have our soft spots.”

kei didn’t respond, though the faintest smile played at the corners of his lips. his mind, though, was somewhere else— on the way you smiled when you opened the box of sonny angels, the way you’d looked at him like he was the most important person in the world.