#soft tsukishima

[hmperil]

! hugs with haikyuu characters ! ( sakusa , ushijima , bokuto)

please request if you want any fluff or comment if you want another character in this series ❁

includes : asahi , nishinoya , tsukishima

asahi :

king of hugs , I guarantee his hugs would just feel like comfort and home. he would embrace you and you would just know everything would be ok , that is the power this man holds . I mean just look at him he may look a little scary but he's definitely just a big softie. would give you a big hug when you need one .

nishinoya :

#1 simp, you need a hug he's got you. I mean you're practically royalty to him , he would drop anything he was doing just to cuddle you. he's small but still found a way to make you feel so safe and warm when he was embracing you .

tsukishima :

he may not show it but I just know he's whipped, he thinks your like the prettiest person in the world. watching movies while hugging would definitely be a big thing , he likes the way you can snuggle together and feel like he's protecting you from the world. still a salty beanpole and will pretend like he isn't actually enjoying it but you can see the way he relaxes in your arms.

[sugurus-slxt]

I need some feedback...

so for the academic_rivals!tsukishima x reader fic with all those installments what do you guys prefer...

NOTE: I started the 1st part and I'm a little bit more than 1000 words in and I still have a bit to go ... so lemme know babe.

[jomteaaa]

when it comes to you, tsukishima finds himself being protective of you without even trying.

he hears your worries about the same friend for maybe the hundredth time, about how they got mad at you for something incredibly harmless and for you being you. he rolls his eyes at your friend's overbearing insecurity and their lack of taste in people as he seemingly reads his book. he had suggested you find a better friend, but you insist they make you happy. he scoffs at that. he himself already makes you happy, why would you need someone else who can't even give you half the joy he does? he doesn't say that though, instead he insists in turn that he comes along with you the next time you two meet. he can already imagine yamaguchi surprised at him for volunteering to go to a social gathering.

"you won't scare them off?" you make him promise and as much as he wants to make them feel sorry for ever hurting you, he sighs and promises. on that day, he stands right behind you, keeping an eye out for every single interaction you have with your friend. you introduce kei, and his looming expression doesn't change. he sees their uncomfortable smile and avoiding of his gaze, and couldn't help but smirk. you nudge him with your elbow, and tsukishima ruffles your hair. "don't worry, pipsqueak." he says, keeping his voice low.

tsukishima isn't a fan of any sort of pda, but throughout the entire time, he makes sure to have some sort of physical contact with you. it could be an arm around your shoulders, or just rubbing soothing circles on the back of your hand. the last thing he wants is you feeling anxious about your friend, despite you assuring him you were perfectly ok. you know his well intentions, and at the end of the day when your friend has left, you treat him to strawberry shortcake.

"what's this?" he asks as he digs his fork into the cake. you intertwined your fingers with his free hand.

"just for you being, well, you." you grin and he melts like he always do when you smile at him. he gives you the first bite.

"you're gonna be the death of me, love."

[strawberrycheeks-and-glasses]

“Kei,” you whisper in his ear, waking up before him.

He’s laying on his side, his face, pressed into his pillow, relaxed and glowing in the moonlight that reaches through the window behind him. You don’t want to disturb his peaceful slumber, but he said he’d do anything for you.

And right now, you need him to keep his promise.

“Kei,” you sing his name. Brushing his long bangs off his forehead, neglected to focus on you and your needs, you press a soft kiss to his temple.

He hums against your touch, inhaling, deeply, though his nose. Slowly opening his eyes to reveal his sweet honey irises, he blinks at your smiling face.

“My love?” He says, his voice raspy and dry. “What time is it?” He swallows, turning in his back and rubbing his eyes with his long fingers.

“Midnight,” you whisper, cuddling up into his open arms.

“What has you awake?” He mumbles through a yawn. His eyes shut again, resting his head back into his pillow.

“You said if I needed anything I could wake you,” you remind him of his promise.

“And what do you need, love?” His fingers softly caress the curve of your shoulder, letting you know he’s here for whatever you need.

“Peanut butter,” you smile into his bare chest.

“Peanut butter?” He repeats, licking his dry lips.

“Yes, and maybe, a banana?” You look up at him, seeing his brows furrowed and his eyes still closed, he’s trying to process your requests in his sleeping brain.

“Peanut- oh!” His eyes fly open. “I see,” he laughs, putting two and two together. “Another midnight craving, huh?”

You nod against his shoulder as he turns his head to look at you, a small tired smile on his lips.

“Okay,” he sighs, shifting under you to sit up on the edge of the bed. “One order of peanut butter and a banana, coming right up.”

You watch from your side of the bed as he stretches his arms over his head, twisting his back and yawning into the late night. Flicking the bedside light on, he searches for his glasses, placing them on his face as he stands.

He looks down at you with tired eyes, and leans over his side of the bed to press a kiss to your forehead. Then moves down to kiss your stomach.

“Daddy will be right back with your snack, little one,” he smiles, petting your small bump.

“Daddy loves us,” you whisper to your bump as he walks out of your bedroom to find your midnight craving.

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[ricomola]

A redraw of the latests stenka squad merch bc I keep thinking about these guys having different body compositions.

🌲 Hero type, pretty shredded from high metabolism. 🐻 Built fat. Muscular but also gained fat from those extra meals :3 🌙 Built. It's mostly due to training and genetics rather than diet (he's always had good physical health). 🎏 Moderate muscle and healthy fat. His training is focused on strength instead of mass gain.

[tsukkisloser]

Patience | Tsukishima Kei

You'd been in public around people all day and Tsukishima had been secretly telling you how horny he was as the day was ending & he fucks you good when you get back home :)

Tags: NSFW, MDNI, x reader, fem-bodied reader, nipple play, soft dom!tsukishima, cervix fucking, mild dumbification themes, timeskip!tsukishima, praise receiving, orgasm denial

As soon as you both stepped into your bedroom you sit down on the end of your bed, hands eagerly resting on your thighs as you gaze up at your boyfriend. He’s slowly taking off his jacket by the bedroom door with a small smile on his lips, his back towards you. He hangs his jacket up and then finally walks over to stand in front of you, his head cocked to the side slightly with his arms crossed as he looks down at you, his gaze soft and heavy-lidded. So close that your knees press against his thighs, the print of his half-hard cock obvious against the fabric of his pants. He reaches down and holds your face in his hand. 

“You’ve been such a good girl waiting so patiently for me..” He hums, a roughness in his voice as he studies your pretty face, the pad of his thumb dragging along your lips carefully. You whimper as he presses his fingertips to your chest, his other hand snaking to your hip as he leans you back against the mattress. A small smirk turns up his lips upon the sweet noise that leaves you. He presses his palm to the mattress next to you, leaning over you. His right hand trails down your body and reaches under your skirt, hooking his long slender fingers under the fabric that covers your cunt that’s already soaked because of him- pulling them to the side. A pleased smile graces his lips as his fingers brush against your wet folds, already ready for him. He dips the tips of two of his long fingers inside of you, making you shudder. 

“Such a good girl..” He sighs, cheeks flushed as his cock grows. Whimpering beneath him from his touch, his eyes meet yours again as he pulls his fingers from your wet folds, bringing them up to your lips. 

With his eyes on your lips, “Open for me love” He slurs, the softness in his voice intoxicating. You open your mouth and he presses his fingers coated in your slick to your tongue. You close your lips around his fingers, tongue swirling and sucking them with his pleased eyes on you. 

“Fuck, that’s a good girl” He sighs, pulling his fingers from your mouth- his mind running slow and euphoric as he leans down to press his lips to your neck. Hot breath against your skin as the blonde sucks and licks your neck slowly, the moans that leave your lips send blood rushing to his heavy cock. His right hand reaches beneath your shirt, fingertips smoothing over your warm skin before his palm reaches your breast. His fingertips rush to feel your hard nipple that pokes out against your bra, his cock throbs upon the sensation as he pinches it between his two fingers softly, squeezing the rest of the soft flesh in his palm as a breathy groan leaves his lips and grazes your ear between his messy kisses. Your own soft sounds combine with the sound of him, your left hand in his pretty blonde hair while the other snakes under his shirt to grip his back. 

“Want me to fuck you dumb, baby?” He breathes against your neck between heated kisses. Your legs wrap around his, pulling him closer to you. You moan in response to him. Your hips begin to gently move without your control, desperately needing his cock against you. He feels your movement and snakes his hand down to your skirt, unzipping it and pulling it off of you.  

“Words please love.” He hums, distracted. He pulls away from your neck for a moment to pull your shirt over your head. You unlatch your bra and he takes it off for you, throwing it to the floor before rushing to press his lips to your now exposed soft skin, soft moans spilling from his lips like breathing. He pushes your breast into his mouth with a groan- his tongue swirling around your hard nipple. 

“Yes mm- fuck- yes kei.” You whimper beneath him as his left hand finds itself massaging your soft breast in his palm, his long fingers mindlessly playing with your hard nipple as you whimper helplessly under him, only making his dick ache harder for you. Your left hand snakes its way down his sensitive body until your palm meets his long aching cock that pokes unapologetically out against his pants- making the blonde expel a heated moan against your breast, squeezing your left one tighter in his palm- his hips involuntarily roll against your hand. His sweet mouth leaves your chest, roughly pressing his lips to yours. Your hand trails up to his belt buckle, weakly trying to undo it as your legs hook around his waist. He pushes his tongue into your mouth as his hips roll against yours, the friction of his aching dick against you driving him crazy. Small spurts of cum drool from his swollen achy slit as you suck his bottom lip- making him moan into your mouth. Your hands are gripping his back- the task of unbuckling his belt long forgotten about as his tongue swirls hotly around yours with his hips grinding his long cock against your wet cunt like it was getting him drunk. 

“Need my cock baby? Need it to make you dumb?” He breathes, his lips barely leaving yours for a second before he’s licking into you again. 

“Mmm- mhm..” You beg, your pathetic moans breathed into his mouth. 

“Fuck-“ He mewls, his left hand rushing to unbuckle his belt as you suck his tongue- your nails dig into his back desperately in response. You hear the jingle of his belt unclasp and his long fingers frantically unbutton his pants, roughly pulling them down along with your panties. His long cock is already coated with his milky cum- his long fingers wrap around it, sloppily spreading his slick up his long shaft as his groans spill out into your mouth. The fingers of his right hand dig into your hip, positioning you better for him as he pulls away from your swollen wet lips- pushing the head of his long cock passed your soaked folds with a relieved groan as he sinks into you. You gasp, shuttering upon the sudden fullness, raking your nails against his back and shoulders as he falls over you- forearms pinned to the bed on either side of your head as his hips rock against yours slow and deep- making a nonstop slew of desperate moans spill from your lips like breathing. His blonde hair falling against your forehead, his face contorted from the shockwave of the sudden pleasure of having your tight walls squeeze and massage his cock. Soft groans leave his lips as he steadies his pace, his left hand snaking down to your hip to hold you in place. 

“Fuck you feel so good y/n- shit-“ The blonde breaths against your ear, his hot skin glistening with sweat as his rhythm becomes consistent.

 “Kei- Oh F-fuck- Mm-Deeper-“ You whimper, craving the feeling of his cock head pounding against your limit. His chest heaves as the euphoria of his cock inside of you dims enough to snap him out of his trance- a smirk snakes itself onto his lips. His teeth nip at your earlobe, lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he roughly slams his hips against yours, the swollen head of his cock hitting the spot that has you seeing stars. You cry out in response, eyes rolling back as your fingers grip his back harsher, nails raking down over his shoulders. Your walls tighten and contract around his aching dick. 

“Kei-“ You mewl breathily, already making you see stars. His smirk grows, pressing wet kisses to your hot neck. 

“Yeah? You sure you want me this deep?” He purrs teasingly, pounding his cock head against your sweet spot at an intoxicating pace- leaving you unable to form words. The only thing able to leave your swollen lips a string of lewd, pathetic moans and whimpers along with his name. 

“Aw.. is my pretty girl dumb now?” He breathes hotly into your ear, his right hand moving from your hip to press the pad of his thumb against your slick covered clit- making your back arch as a pathetic moan spills from your lips. 

“Kei- fuck- mm-“ You whimper, shockwaves flooding your senses as he rubs sloppy hearts against your clit- cock throbbing against your tight walls as he groans into your ear, his hot breath fanning out against your neck. Kei pulls his lips from your ear and slides his glasses off, reaching over to place them on your side table distractedly as he pushes his lips to yours roughly. You immediately moan into his mouth, his pace quickening as his hips slam against yours audibly. Cum drooling from his aching slit from within you as he groans into your mouth. 

“Taking me so fucking good baby- fuck-“ The blonde groans against your lips, saliva connecting the both of you at your tongues before he pushes his back into your mouth. Teeth clicking together as he sucks and licks your tongue hotly. His balls slap against your ass as he rails you faster, his rhythm calculated and selfish as you cry out moans into his mouth, tears starting to form in your eyes from the persistent overstimulation of his cock. The hearts he rubs messily against your clit pull your coil so tight it hurts. He feels as your kiss becomes messier and unruly against his lips, 

“Gonna cum baby?” He rasps against your lips, pressing his forehead against yours. You nod, your hand sliding from underneath his shirt to instead rest against his jawline, pushing his lips back against yours. 

“I love you.” You sob, the tears from your overstimulation drip down your cheeks as the blonde smiles against your lips. 

“Then hold on. I’m not done yet.” He commands- words spilling onto your lips in the form of a breathy groan. Your eyes roll back as he rails you harder all of a sudden, stars in your eyes as you feel your orgasm get closer and closer- whimpers leaving your lips pathetically. 

“Kei- I can’t- mm- too much- g’nna cum-“ You cry, tears running down your cheeks- his face is buried in your neck, teeth nipping at your sensitive skin. Your left hand tugs at his blonde hair. 

“Do your best for me. Just a little more- shit- mm-“ He groans, lips brushing against your ear. 

Cum drools down his aching cock and down your fluttering walls as his face contorts in pleasure. 

“Fuck- mm-“ He slurs, eyes rolling back as his movements against your clit become messier and faster, sending your back arching higher- crying out his name in response, pulling on his blonde hair. He picks up his pace as his own coil pulls so tight, spurts of cum drooling from his swollen slit and dripping from you as his own moans begin to spill from his lips just as much as yours do. The sounds of both of you mixing before he presses his lips to yours once more. He brushes your hair damp from sweat from off your face, raking his long fingers through it. 

“Want me to stuff you full baby? Stuff your tummy full of my cum?” He teases breathily, reaching the palm of his right hand to press against your lower tummy, feeling his cock inside of you. You whimper in response, making his lips turn up again- he’s fucked you so good you can’t even form words. 

“That’s my good pretty girl.” He slurs raggedly, his cock now so deep it pounds harshly against your cervix- your nails rake down his back weakly. 

“You wanna cum?” He teases, taking his left hand and wiping your tears with his thumb. Sweat glistens on his hot skin. 

“Mm-Mhm-mmph- please kei” You whimper, feeling like you might just burst from the overstimulation as you look into his heavy lidded eyes. He smirks weakly, 

“Then cum for me.” He rasps roughly, pressing his forehead to yours. He slams his hips against yours once again and your breathing hitches. Shockwaves pulse through your body as your back arches underneath him, eyes rolling back as your fingers dig into his shoulder, your right hand pulls on his blonde hair as your coil snaps, biting his shoulder. 

“Fuck- good fucking girl- mm-“ The blonde moans shakily, burying his face in your neck as he fucks you through your orgasm- your fluttering walls massaging his cock and sending stars in his eyes. 

“G’na fuck my cum into you baby- shit- mm-“  He groans, pace quickening and then suddenly staggering, moaning as his lips brush against your ear- eyes rolling back as his right hand grabs yours, pinning it to the bed harshly as his long fingers intertwine with yours. Ropes of cum shoot from his messy slit, coating your walls full. His seed dripping from your aching cunt and out onto the mattress as he shutters, his hips still slamming against yours as they shake- pace staggering to a far slower rhythm. A slew of groaned curses spill from his swollen lips and out hotly against the sensitive skin of your neck. His grip on your hand tightening as the other pulls at the strands of your hair his long fingers have threaded themselves in- chest heaving as moans leave his lips generously. Your other hand threads your fingers through his pretty blonde hair, pressing a kiss to the shell of his ear- riding out his high just a minute after you. He sighs into your neck, the grip he has on your hand loosening as his hips still. 

“I love you too.” He breathes against your skin, lazily pressing a kiss to your neck as he groans. You smile, dazed as you feel him pepper more soft kisses against your skin- untangling his fingers from your hair to instead rest his hand against your face. “You did so good for me, love.” He coos, pressing a messy kiss to your upturned lips. He starts to pull away but your hands snake to his back, pushing him closer to you again. The blonde smirks, dazed. “What? You want me again?” He teases, lips brushing against your ear as he nips at your earlobe. You nod, the grip your legs have around his waist tightens once again as he feels blood rush to his cock again already. “Fuck you’re a good girl.” He teases, smile on his lips as he peppers your neck with wet kisses. 

[vs-redemption]

Soft Sunday: Waking Up On The Weekend

(with: Iwaizumi, Bakugo, Kenma, Tsukki)

⚠️warning⚠️: I did include suggestive content in this. It's not detailed or anything but I'm just letting anyone know who might feel uncomfortable.

Iwaizumi

He didn't used to think much about what he wore to bed until he realized you liked having access to his bare chest and arms. After that he makes a point of going to bed shirtless with just his boxers on, or a pair of pajama pants if it's chilly.

His morning routine used to be a protein shake, work out, and maybe a jog. Now though, he can't help but linger in bed. He loves sleepy little chats in the morning as your hands roam over his skin.

If the mood hits, he's not opposed to getting spicy and indulging in you in the morning. He can count that as his work out and honestly he just likes starting his day off making you feel so loved and cared for.

He definitely wasn't a breakfast person before you, but now he has all your favorite breakfast foods and how you make your coffee memorized.

He enjoys having you in the kitchen with him as he cooks so he can talk and flirt with you, especially if you're just hanging out in one of his shirts or something.

As grouchy and stern as he comes off at first, he really does thrive in a domestic setting. He has such a nurturing personality and he loves being able to take care of the person he loves.

Bakugo

He knows you like his muscles but doesn't really get why. To him, they are a means to an end (being a strong hero). Lucky for you though he sleeps in a sleeveless t-shirt so you can enjoy his beefy arms as he holds you close.

Holding you close is nice physically, sure, but for him it's more about the need to keep you safe. He sleeps better when he knows you're safe in his arms.

Lazy mornings aren't really his thing. He gets fidgety and impatient if he's in bed too long. If you wake up before him though, you'll notice that he does pull you closer and linger for just a moment or two before kissing your head and rolling out of bed.

Cooking is one of his love languages, and it fills him with pride to get up and cook you the most mouth watering meals. He's happy to serve you breakfast in bed, but it's better if you can find the motivation to get up and follow him to the kitchen because watching him cook the food is half the fun. He has no idea how sexy he is in the morning, standing at the stove with his arms on display. Not to mention the sinful sweatpants he wears.

Kenma

He is not a morning person at all. Even during the week he doesn't have to wake up for work too early, so he'd definitely rather sleep in on the weekends too.

He can be pretty clingy in the morning and will get a little grumpy if you try to make him get up before he's ready or if you accidentally wake him up when you get out of bed to use the bathroom or something.

Comfort is important to him, so he dresses according to the temperature, not what he thinks makes him look sexy. The good thing about this though is that he's always cozy and ready to cuddle.

Cooking is not his forte, so you will not catch him using his morning time making breakfast when he could be lounging in bed with you. He is good with a piece of toast or a bagel once he finds the energy to wake up.

Sometimes though, he doesn't mind waking up and having you for breakfast. It doesn't really take that much effort on his end and he knows you (both) deserve a treat too after a long week.

Tsukki

He isn't the most confident about his looks, so he also dresses more for comfort than anything else for bed. Usually he's in a tshirt and shorts or pajama bottoms.

In the morning he might be a little self-conscious about his messy hair, morning breath, or even how he looks without his glasses.

He does like to cuddle in the morning though. He likes being the big spoon so he can hide his face against your shoulder. He also likes being in a position to have his hands on your chest (whether you have boobs or not... he wants to touch your chest.)

Sexy stuff isn't usually on his mind in the morning, but if you instigate anything he is definitely on board.

Making breakfast isn't his favorite, but he will if that's what you want. He'd much rather take you out to breakfast though, either at a cafe or a diner. He likes getting the fresh air and the opportunity to just talk and spend time with you.

tagging: @bisexualturtledove @honeybunny-sawamura @no1frogfan

[godlyaffection]

tsukishima calling you baby

he’s not one to use petnames of any kind often, at least not petnames that are sweet. he will insult you and call you things like loser or idiot, in the nicest way he can muster of course. but when he uses sweet nicknames it’s for one of two reasons, he’s feeling bad or you are.

if you’ve had a bad day, he’ll tone back his sarcasm a bit, offering to do sweet things for you and start calling you sweet names. he normally sticks with baby, occasionally you’ll get something else but it’s mostly just baby.

he does it especially often when he is having a bad day. he’ll slip it into conversations subtly at first. saying something like “are you going to walk home with me baby?” you know now that it always means he’s having a bad day when he says things like that. however when the two of you are alone on days like that he gets especially sweet.

tsukishima will wrap his arms around you and hold you close, and every time you shift in his arms, even if you aren’t actually going anywhere, he’ll say “please baby, stay with me” tsukishima isn't one to be vulnerable often, so it has to be a really bad day for him to act that way, but when he does, he's much too sweet to deny him of anything.

he calls you baby as an insult sometimes too. when he's not having a bad day sometimes he will call you a baby, his tone is always so different to when he calls you baby seriously. he does it when you whine to him about anything. it's his lovely way of taking a nickname you love and using it to insult you. you don't mind too much, it's one of the things that makes him the way he is.

[krisdreaming]

Tsukishima not liking pda but wanting physical contact so he locks his pinky into yours just for a half second.

Every time you tussle his hair or hold his face he kisses the inside of your wrist.

Stop it right now I'm already mush!!!

Idk what it is but this kind of thing for Tsukishima gets me every single time. He just loves the quiet, inconspicuous gestures that the people around you aren't going to notice but still convey to you exactly what he's feeling. I got an ask during another soft hours a LONG time ago about Tsukki giving you his hand under the table so you can play with his fingers when you're anxious and tbh I still think about it often because it's so sweet :((( I just love Tsukki that loves you so much he can't help but show it. The lil kisses on your wrist!! Please, he is obsessed with you, I'll never be over it :((

☁️soft hours are open!☁️

[emmyrosee]

hi emmy! congrats on the milestone!! (im sorry for being late 😔) u deserve so much more love <3!! i feel rlly proud for u, even tho i started following u not long ago :) i can feel u being sincere with everybody which is rlly cool! :D and i wanted to do 27 from your prompt list and 4 from the second list on hugs w/ tsukki :) i hope u have a great day and stay healthy and take care!! -anon :)

YOURE SO SWEET, THANK YOU FOR YOUR KIND WORDS 🥺💖

Honestly I want this to be a place where anyone feels welcome to poke around, so to kinda hear that you get that vibe really does mean the most. ALSOO my first Tsukki piece!! Hope I didn’t do him dirty!!

27 “I swear, I’m not scared”

4 Hugs “Comforting”

—

“Are you sure-”

“Yup. I am perfectly fine with this circumstance.”

Despite your quivering words and tense shoulders, your eyes never leave the screen. Seems to be mistake, as instantly, the monster portrayed in the film hides just in the background, barely in sight. Kei rolls his eyes while yours absolutely refuse to leave the monster that lingers without being noticed by the protagonists.

Next to you, an equally scared but exponentially enthralled Yachi, on the floor are the other three third years who shout at the stupidity of the characters on screen.

Movie nights have always been a tradition, especially on Halloween; like hell you were going to disrupt the fun.

Not like you were scared or anything.

“If you’re scared, I can ask Tadashi to-”

“I swear, I’m not scared,” you hiss. Your body betrays you, as your finger nails dig at your cuticles, anxiously scanning for the monster the movie finally has panned away from.

“But what if it’s real?” Hinata says, popping some gummy bears in his mouth. 

“What if what’s real?” Kageyama asks back.

“Like, what if you were killed in any rage? Do you think you would come back as one of those?” Hinata’s finger nudges at the screen, referring to the horrors as if they’re not fake.

“You keep talking and I’m gonna kill you in a fit of rage,” Kageyama snaps, and a few feet away, Tadashi snickers.

“If I come back as one of those demons, I’m gonna haunt you so bad!”

Next to him, Kei hears you whimper, and he lets out a snarl at the idea of the others making you afraid.

“That’s enough,” Kei finally snaps. “Shut the hell up, or we’re leaving.”

“What’s the matter?” Hinata teases. “You scaaaared we’re gonna haunt you?”

You look away, embarrassed. If looks could kill, Hinata would be buried by Kei’s.

“You already haunt my everyday life, that’s horrific enough.”

Finally, a quiet falls back over the group, engrossed in the rising tension. You look like you’re completely settled in rigor mortis, and you look so scared he thinks you could puke straight onto Yamaguchi’s rug.

With a deep inhale through his nose, sucking up his pride, Kei wraps an arm around you, pulling you closer to his side. You make a small, confused noise at the sudden affection, and he noses at your hairline.

“Kei? What’re you-”

“I’m scared,” he says simply, though there’s a total calm in his voice. He conceals you slightly in his frame, the flashing on screen dimmed in his hoodie fabric. “Hate this shit, but I know you want to finish it, so I’m just gonna... hold you.”

An overly wordy, but extremely soothing “I know your stubborn ass doesn’t want to leave, so I’ll keep your cover.”

You blink, surprised at the gentleness in his voice, but you decide to curl against him adoringly, melting in the comforting embrace, the friends scattered around you two being none the wiser to the chatter between you both.

You press an soft kiss to his jawline, feeling immensely better in the bulk of his arms. Your eyes gently flutter close and you take selfish inhales of his scent, mumbling a soft “thank you,” into the meat of his bicep. He nods and settles back down for his own physical comfort, the whole group gasping out as another scare plagues the air surrounding you both.

The scare fades, and you feel your breathing even out as you rest against your boyfriend, mind at ease and-

“Ohhhhh, I get it! Tsukishima wasn’t scared, but-”

There’s a sudden thump and a pained whine from Hinata, quickly then followed by “don’t kick me, Suckishima!” Your laughter gets muffled in the hoodie, mingled only with the other laughter from the other boy, Yachi quickly asking if the middle blocker was okay.

Definitely a tradition.

[fandomaya]

He is the type of guy to take walks with you. I mean, yes you could take a public transport or a cab to go from one place to another but he just loves to walk with you for various reasons.

The first reason being that he is able to spend more time with you and most importantly he is able to hold hands with you. Oh he loves to hold your hand and he occasionally raises your palm to place a gentle kiss on top of it.

Though he may not talk much to others but he loves to talk with you and walking just presents the perfect opportunity. He would tell you some obscure fact or story about some nearby building or an urban legend. Later on, you would talk about the new eateries that opened nearby which you two could try out or the festivals, fairs to be held in the upcoming season. All these bits and pieces just open many more tales from childhood, friends and life in general.

You love the way how he is subtly careful. Like the way he swiftly switches hands and shifts you to the side of footpath away from the busy street. Or how when you two are about to cross a road, he holds your hand a bit more firmly and observing both sides of the road while you keep on observing his beautiful face.

— Akaashi, Yamaguchi, Kita, Iwaizumi, Daichi, Ennoshita, Matsukawa, Hirugami, Semi, Tsukishima

[hmperil]

hii i rlly love ur works. can i request how the haikyuu boys would act when their jealous? please include ushijima!

! haikyuu boys being jealous !

includes : ushijima , bokuto , tsukishima

(a/n) thank you so much , of course ! feel free to request anytime because it really helps with ideas and motivation. have a lovely day ! <3

bokuto : I feel like he would go full emo mode, would march up to his (s/o) and the guy she was talking to and wrap his arms around her waist and just *intense pouting* , wouldn't stop holding his (s/o) for the whole day because he was scared he was going to loose her. took him a lot of convincing him that it was just a friend and that she only loved him to get him out of emo mode .

ushijima : wouldn't be able to notice his jealousy at the start but as he gets more and more jealous everyone around him would be able to see that seething look of anger on his face . except his (s/o) who is completely oblivious and just keeps on talking to her friend, who slowly backs away as he sees ushijima come closer, she stares at her friend blankly in confusion until she looks back and sees her bf who simply puts his arm around her dragging her away . would be quite hard to calm him down, takes a lot of hugs and words of reassurance.

tsukishima : would refuse to admit he was jealous and just stare daggers at the guy his (s/o) was talking to. even after would bully the guy endlessly. surprisingly wouldn't be salty towards his (s/o) that day cause in the back of his mind he was worried she would find someone better than him, like ushijima tsukishima would take a lot of reassurance that she only loved him.

(a/n) I wrote his as fem reader but if you would like it as gn (s/o) I can rewrite it and post it again with different pronouns !

[sugurus-slxt]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦 || 𝐓𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐊𝐞𝐢

A/N: Hey! Hey! Hey! I hope you guys have been well. The school semester has been kicking again but right now I’m on storm watch. So, I had a little idea and I hope you like it. Also, I didn't proofread so early apologies Love <3 ~ Sar-chan

Warning: Y/N is afraid of well, at this point I should say everything but they are afraid of the dark, thunder, and lightning, Kei might be a little OOC and mention of a storm.

“Where are you going Y/N?” Tsukishima calls down the hall as you speed walk to the kitchen. “I’m going to find the candles and you should go find the batteries,” you shout as you rummage through the draws grabbing the extra candles you keep for emergencies. After grabbing the candles, you carry them to the dining room where you have a couple of canned foods, flashlights, and matches so far. You turn on your heels going to get some bottles of water and other little necessary things when Tsukishima stops you in your tracks.

He stood in front of you, arms crossed, “Where are the batteries Kei? Oh, and portable chargers we need those.” You try to walk around him, but he stops you, holding your sides. “What are you so worked up about. It’s just an incoming storm and they say it’s not super serious. Plus look there isn’t even any rain right now. We’ll be fine. Now stop being an idiot and relax,” he reassures you. “Kei have you never heard about the calm before the storm. Now I wanna hurry up before we get a power outage,” you move past him and go upstairs to grab the portable chargers and cables from your room. You could hear a quiet “Tch..” in the background.

“Where is it? Where is it?” you mutter to yourself while you poke about your bedside draw. The place was dead silent, so much that you can hear your own breath. Well maybe because you were a little anxious, storms, outages, and thunder, you didn’t have the best memories with them. Simply, they scared you. “Eureka!” you grabbed the chargers and started walking towards the stairs. Boom! Thunder cracked and the lights were gone. The flashlights were downstairs, and the hall was almost pitch black.

“Kei! Kei!” Boom! You jump and run down the hall, “Kei! Honey!” Lighting flashes through the window briefly illuminating the halls and suddenly you run into something solid making you scream out. “Hey! Hey! Hey… Calm down,” he wraps you in his arms allowing you to calm down as he rubs circles on your back. “Come on jump… Come on before I change my mind, “you jumped and wrapped your arms and legs around him, nuzzling your face into his neck. He wouldn’t have left you he never could, Kei took you to the living room and rest you down on the couch. “I’ll be back,” you hold onto his sleeve, “I’ll be quick. Stop being a baby. Promise I’ll be fast.”

In the two minutes Tsukishima was gone you grabbed a blanket and wrapped yourself up, sat quietly with the flashlight he left you with in hand, jumping at each boom and flash. Tsukishima came back placing candles around the room, lighting them one by one and lastly placing his laptop on the coffee table. You looked at him quizzically as he tossed you a snack. “I have a couple movies downloaded. We can choose one and the chocolate from the fridge isn’t melted yet, so I brought you some.”

Finally, you smiled, a small one but a smile, “You wanna have a power outage date?”              

“No… It’s just to keep you occupied so you don’t annoy me,” he scoffs plopping down on the couch next to you. You smile as you lean into his side. “Now love pick a movie before I put on a horror,” he jokes as he kisses your forehead.

I hope you enjoy this :)

[miyatcha]

bfs who, when you ask them what to order, they get you something you really like because you said a week ago that you enjoyed something certain to only your tastes. so when you see him with a drink that's wildly different from what he likes, you know he ordered it for you. :(

kenma, SUNA, tsukki, OSAMU, KITA, SUGAWARA, akaashi, hinata

lowkey i feel like shoyo would work bc he loves when u get passionate/excited abt things

[randomyaoimoments]

[no1frogfan]

Firetender

Tsukishima Kei x gn reader No warnings afaik Word count: ~1.2k

Note: Quiet winter times with a fictional man I’m completely and utterly in love with

“It’s just snow.” Tsukishima’s voice becomes muffled as he wraps a scarf tightly around his neck and mouth. “It literally snows dozens of times a year.”

“But this is the first snow of the year, Kei!”

You rush to pull your boots over your thick wool socks before scrambling out of the apartment. “Look at how big the flakes are!” You run down the stairs to scoop up a handful of snow, marveling as the flakes melt against your skin.

Tsukishima clomps down behind you. “Put some gloves on at least.” He shivers as he watches you scoop another handful. A sly smirk forms as you quickly shape it into a loose ball. You really shouldn’t. You heave it at his face and bolt as soon as it flies out of your hand, not bothering to check whether it hits him or not. For the record, it’s not even close.

“GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE TWERP!” He takes off after you, long legs catching up in all of 4 seconds before he tackles you to the ground. Your “oof” is stifled as you land face-first into a snowbank.

He flips you around, still pinning you down with his body. “It slipped out of my hand! I swear! I’m sorry!” Your laughter is shrill and breathy as you attempt to wiggle free.

“Is that right? Well you should be more careful then.” He grabs two handfuls of snow and presses them into your face, making sure to stuff some down the collar of your jacket. You shriek as the snow melts, icy rivulets running down your neck and under your sweater. “Oops, my hands slipped too.” His golden eyes flicker merrily as his face hovers above yours, his nose and what’s visible of his cheeks are bright pink from the cold, or maybe from your closeness.

You both savor the moment before you finally break the trance. Raising yourself up on your elbows, you plant a kiss on his lips, or where they would be if they weren’t wrapped up. “Come on, let’s go for a walk.”

A whine emanates from behind his scarf. “Can’t we just go back? I’m already freezing.” Tsukishima picks himself up and holds out a hand to pull you up after him.

“You can go back if you want.” You dust the snow off your jacket, shuddering as more melts and drips down your back.

“You’re so annoying. What if I get frostbite?” He takes off one glove and presses his icy fingers to your neck to underscore his point.

You yelp. “How come your hands are always so freakishly cold?!”

“How come yours are always so freakishly hot?”

“Good genes.”

Tsukishima rolls his eyes as he pulls his glove back on. “It’s probably because you’re so short. The heat doesn’t have to travel very far.”

“Oooh ya got me. Who wouldn't prefer to be a spindly icicle instead?” You start trudging up the hill.

“Thank you for the compliment. Icicles are very aesthetically pleasing.”

He falls in step beside you, frowning at your bare hands.

You giggle at his look of concern. “Don’t worry, Kei. I’m fine.”

The two of you lapse into a comfortable silence. Apart from a few brave crows cawing indignantly at your presence, the world around you is also quiet and still. It’s early enough that nobody else has made the trek yet, the fresh powder still soft and pillowy. As you climb, everything melts away except the cadence of your steps - the light crunch of each footfall, the steady puff of every exhale, the rhythmic swish of jacket sleeves with each swing of your arms.

Three-quarters of the way up the hill, Kei breaks the silence. “Where are we going anyway?”

“To the top,” you huff, winded now.

“Are you gonna make it?” He quirks an eyebrow.

You keep walking with a snort, your shallow breaths condensing into a string of tiny clouds. He wordlessly grabs you and tosses you over his shoulder, ignoring your squeals. You flail in revolt, but he’s got an iron grip on your thighs and you quickly tire yourself out, settling for an occasional squirm of protest.

Finally, Tsukishima sets you down gently beside your favorite pine tree, spinning you around to face the view. “Happy now?” He grumbles, wrapping his arms around you from behind and resting his chin on your knit hat as his breathing slows. You hum in affirmation, reaching up to wipe the fog off his glasses before returning them.

Both of you drink in Sendai from atop the hill, its streets and high-rises swaddled in a soft white blanket. Below you, the museum’s triangular roof juts out of the snow. You spent many a lunch break under it, brazenly flirting with Kei before you finally gave up on dropping hints and asked him out on a date point blank. To its right are the ruins of Aoba Castle where he tricked you into kissing him for the first time (you eventually confessed that Yamaguchi told you about the plan beforehand, but you went along with it because you love Kei’s triumphant little grin when he thinks he’s being clever). Behind the castle, the Hirose River flows lazily out to sea, nestled between two paths lined with trees. Their canopies, now brown and bare, were flaming red and orange when Kei first told you he loved you, his cheeks as vibrant as the leaves. Out beyond the city, through the snowy haze, you can just make out the shoreline. Maybe this summer, you’ll convince him to rent a beach house together with all of your friends for a weekend. You let your head rest against his arm as you inhale deeply, the dawn air stinging your throat.

“Can we go yet?” Tsukishima bends down to plead, his breath hot against your neck.

“Just a little longer?” You ask wistfully, your eyes trailing a train as it weaves between the buildings.

He peers at you. Your face glows with a childlike joy at the city before you, eyes glittering, soft lips parted in reverie. Your enchantment is aggravatingly contagious. “Fine, but you have to keep me warm.”

He removes his gloves and stuffs his hands into your pockets. You interlace your fingers with his icy cold ones, letting your body heat steadily flow into him. You feel a pleased hum against your crown as Kei pulls you in tighter. The two of you admire the city, your home together, stirring awake under Kannon’s serene gaze. Above you, the pastel pinks and purples of the early morning meld into a steely blue-gray. The sun catches at the corners of the tallest skyscrapers, glinting off the windows and showering the city with warmth. Under the shade of the pine boughs, you feel no less warm. Each beat of Kei’s heart at your back and every contented murmur that passes his lips float into you like sparks struck off a flint, igniting fires wherever they land, stoking the flames inside you.