tsukishimakeistrash

[tsukishimakeistrash]

nsfw where yamaguchi walks in on tsukki and his s/o having sex and it gets all awkward, preferably from either tsukki or y/n's pov

Oh my god…. Poor Yams!!!! Why would you make him walk in on this???? Poor baby is scarred for life now lol! I was originally going to make it turn into a poly situation, but then decided not to go too crazy with the request since that was definitely not requested lol Hope you like it! Thanks for requesting! - Admin Satori <3

Tsukishima Kei:

Having Tsukishima as a boyfriend, you’d come to expect a few things. Things like getting secret gifts after a special event, cute but flustered compliments that sounded strangely like nice insults, and cricks in your neck from having to look almost directly upwards for a kiss. What you hadn’t really expected, in dating Tsukishima, was his libido to be very, very high. He was almost insatiable. And whether that was because he loved the act of sex or because he loved eliciting those moans and whimpers from your mouth was still up for debate!

“Kei….” You leaned forward, wrapping you arms tighter around his neck as you lifted your hips off his, slowly pulling his cock out of your tight pussy before dropping your hips down once more. You tossed your head back and moaned at the way his cock pressed so perfectly against all the right places. You knew when it came time for you to straddle and ride him, he was getting tired and worn out… but you knew from past sessions that he still had a few more rounds in him. “F-fuck… Kei, you feel s-so good…” His hips jolted up against yours and you let out a squeal of surprise.

His right hand gripped your hip roughly, wanting to leave some mark on your body to remember later, while his left cupped your right breast. Leaning his head down, he took your nipple in his mouth and nipped on the bud playfully, feeling a shiver go down his spine from the way you moaned his name so lasciviously. “You like that, ____? Such a dirty girl… You’re being very loud when you know my brother is right in the other room…” The purr in his voice made your insides quiver excitedly, knowing he was bluffing - he may be adventurous in the bedroom but he’d never risk being heard by his brother. Akiteru would never be able to look his baby brother in the eyes ever again.

You smirked as you brought your head to press your nose against the top of his head, “Fucking liar…” You called his bluff, running your fingers through his hair and tugging. Grinding down against his hips, his cock only seemed to get harder at your confidence in catching him in his bluff, and the excitement in your lower belly only continued to grow. “You’d like that wound’t you…. Fucking me with your brother right nex-“ You were cut off by his lips crashing against yours, unknowingly finding one of his fantasies right then and there. You moaned against this lips, biting his bottom lip when you felt him thrust under you, “S-shit…. Kei…. Don’t stop…” You continued to move your hips against his, feeling his cock pull in and out of your tight hole.

Tsukishima grunted against your lips before pulling away, his golden eyes only looked on fire with their intensity, and you knew he was far from done with you. “Why am I doing most of the work? Fuck yourself with my cock…” He leaned back on his right hand, smirking up at your dumbfounded expression.

“Did you just tell me to go fuck myself?” You blinked a few times, surprised he could still have his wits about him in the middle of coitus. Tsukishima only smirked up at you, his left eyebrow raising as he waited for your response. “Such a jackass.” Grumbling around your amused smile, you leaned forward, tangling your fingers in his hair as you brought your lips to his, kissing him with every fiber of your being while you rode him. He let out a shaky breath into your mouth, and you smirked against his lips, feeling his muscles contracting under you, close to his release. “K-kei…. “ He nodded against your lips, his right hand still holding the both of your weight while his left now gripped your ass and followed the way your hips lifted and fell over him.

“Hey, Tsukki, I brought you your homework, why weren’t you at school toda-…”

Orgasms gone. Mood killed. At the sound of someone’s voice other than your boyfriends, you practically jumped off him. Although, in your surprise, you fell to the floor with a dull thud. The intruders’ eyes followed the noise, and couldn’t look away from your naked body, heat pooling in their cheeks and lower region.

“Yamaguchi!”

Your arms covered your chest and lower area as quickly as you could register what had happened, but Yamaguchi had looked away in a panic as he was called by his best friend. Tsukishima glared at him now, covering his weeping cock with one of his pillows. Yamaguchi blushed deeper and looked anywhere but the two of you, “Uh… Um… I… Oh… Uh… Sorry… Sorry, Tsukki!”

I stopped it here because I figured little Yams would have just run out of the room as soon as he yelled his apologies lol

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Yay requests are open! Can I have a scenario where Tsukki confesses to his childhood friend when he thinks she's asleep when she's actually not? Thanks so much! ❤

Ahhh I did one like this forever ago!!! But it was the opposite way where reader-chan confessed to a ‘sleeping” Tsukishima!!! Thanks for requesting! - Admin Satori <3

Flip it on Them 

Tsukishima Kei:

Late nights with your best friend were a common occurrence, studying together, watching movie marathons, baking and eating cake or other desserts. There were all sorts of activities the two of you would get into while the moon was high in the sky. It wouldn’t be until you got loopy that Tsukishima would decide to force you to sleep. You could swear that boy was some sort of nocturnal creature. It was during one of these long, late nights, that you found yourself falling asleep on his couch while he sat on the floor in front of the couch and continued to watch the movie. Jurassic Park. Again. From the beginning.

Your eyes were heavy, finals were over, classes had let out for break, and you couldn’t feel any more… relieved… to be free from that stress. All you wanted to do was hang out with your best friend, watch some great classics, and fall asleep for the next 3 months. And there wasn’t really anything standing in your way of doing just that. Your parents had left for a vacation, a second honeymoon (gross), so Tsukishima’s mother had offered you stay with them until your parents return. Of course, you’d agreed, and every night since you’ve never felt more at home than hanging out with Tsukishima’s small family. His brother was practically your own, his mother was like your second, and Tsukishima…. Well… That’s where things got a little blurry.

Growing up with Tsukishima, you’d come to understand quite a few things about him. He didn’t like to express his feelings - unless it’s to explicitly poke fun at someone - and he didn’t appreciate being the center of attention, though he would if it was forced upon him. You’d learned he wasn’t one for big shows of affection or surprises - but he did believe it was the little things that counted, the thought behind the action. There was just something so…. Simplistic, so… calming, subtle, in the way he conducted his everyday life that made you see stars - see the world in gentler tones on the harshest of days.

You’d fallen in love. Simple as that.

Of course, the most beautiful of roses has thorns just as sharp. Your love for your best friend constantly broke your heart. Pining in silence with every second in his presence. You were honored he’d chosen you to be his best friend - but with every friendly action came another shattering shake to your ever so fragile heart.

Closing your eyes, you felt your heart squeeze in your chest - Tsukishima would likely carry you to bed, would likely wrap you in blankets before laying next to you - the two of you would likely end up curling into each other before morning light. And while Tsukishima was very much nocturnal, he was also an early bird. Before you could enjoy being in his arms in the soft morning light, you knew he’d untangle himself from you and act as if the two of you had stayed stock still throughout the night. He’d never own up to it. You knew. But, at this point, whatever affection you could receive was welcomed. Just so long as you could stay in his presence. For as long as he’d have you.

Tsukishima’s eyebrows furrowed when he heard a deep inhale - nothing close to the sighs of familiarity he’d heard not a few minutes before. He turned his head just slightly to be able to see you from the corner of his eye, his heart stilling at the sight of you. Could he have been any more of a sap than to be awed at the way your lips parted ever so slightly as you sighed his name in your sleep? He definitely didn’t think so. He was smitten. Taken by your beauty, by your compassion… by your goddamn resilience.

“You’re as evil as they come.” Tsukishima mumbled, turning so his shoulder was pressed against the couch cushions, bringing his knees to his chest and resting his crossed arms on top. “A complete mastermind in a skill you don’t even know you possess…. How idiotic,” He reached his right hand out and stroked your hair out of your face, “You could ask me to do just about anything, and you know… I would do it… Without a second thought. I would complain about it till the day I died, but I’d do it.”

Twilight states of sleeping had their ups and their downs, but hearing his confession in one of them is definitely considered an up to you. Hearing his practical promise of loyalty to you made your heart do funny things in your chest - and you were glad your current state refrained you from moving less your excitement give away your spying.

Tsukishima brought back his hand, feeling as if he shouldn’t have touched you in the first place, “You know I’ve spent years putting up wall after wall, making sure no one can come near me, making sure no one can bother me or my vain search of inner peace - you know all of this, you’ve seen me doing it for years… So it really shouldn’t be a surprise to anyone that you’ve found all the gaps I’ve failed to patch. You found them all and you slipped passed them, closer to me, closer to who I am, just before I find and fix them.” Blinking, he leaned back a little, using his heels to keep him from falling backward on the floor, “You’ve gotten so close to….” He paused, looking away with the slightest blush on his cheeks, “M-My heart…” Clearing his throat, quietly, uncomfortably, he forced himself to continue, “I can’t… I can’t see my life without you having some part in it…”

What you wouldn’t give to see his expression right now. To be able to see the way the gold almost melted as he explained his inner turmoil to you - not only see the fear, but the relief, in those golden eyes as he was able to come clean. Finally.

“I don’t even know why I’m telling you this while you’re asleep.” He muttered, taking his glasses off before rubbing his face, “Maybe I’m just as much a coward as anyone else…. Maybe I’m rehearsing… I don’t really know… But… I am scared…. And I’m selfish…” Placing his glasses back on, he scooted closer so his face was just in front of your own, “I can’t imagine being without you… and… I really am praying…. That you’ll have me….” He inched forward, only a few centimeters from your face now, “That you won’t shatter my world….” Closer now, “For you not to break my heart.” He pressed his lips against yours ever so delicately, just enough to feel how incredibly soft they were against his own. Then, before your brain could properly register the kiss, the pressure was completely gone. Replaced with the cool air of his home.

You inhaled smoothly, but suddenly, as if he’d breathed life into you, and the action scared him to lean back away from the couch. “Kei?” Your voice was soft, quiet, and it sent warmth throughout his body to know you’d call for him after waking up.

Getting to his feet, he switched off the TV, “Movie’s over. Time for bed.” Tsukishima decided he wouldn’t hide anymore. He wouldn’t be scared. He’d confess. He’d tell you his feelings. He wouldn’t pull away from you come morning light.

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scenario w tsukki where his fem s/o is colourblind and they're watching the sunset and its a lil bit of angsty fluffness and she asks if he can describe the colours to her and whatnot and she gets upset by the fact that she can never see what he's seeing? and like never see the colour of his eyes and just mush and sad fluff and dsfsoifjdsof

*Deep sigh* It’s that time again everyone…. Time for some much deserved angst! But thankfully no one is dying! So this shouldn’t break your heart too much :3 Maybe… Depends on how my writing is feeling lol Anyway, Thanks for requesting! - Admin Satori <3

Tsukishima Kei:

When you were a little girl, you thought the world worked and lived in shades of black and white. You’d thought your gray skies were like everyone else, the grays of flowers and tv shows you’d thought were what everyone saw in their everyday lives. Your childhood was generally sheltered, your parents had kept you homeschooled for as long as they could - they knew the moment you’d learn the truth, you’d feel like you were some freak. They wanted you to have a happy childhood, for as long as you could, before some little snot nosed brat came along and ruined it for you.

But the day came when they had to enroll you in public school. High school. And you met Tsukishima Kei. After accidentally running into Hinata on your sports run.

The small ball of sunshine had barreled into you, not having enough time to put his brakes on before the two of you were tumbling to the ground.

“Dumbass!” Kageyama yelled, Tsukishima and Yamaguchi jogging up not too late afterwards.

“Ah, little ace, watch where you’re going.” Tsukishima smirked, but it faltered when your eyes trailed up his form to meet his own, a frown adorned his face before he let out a quiet huff. Without another word, he turned on his heel and continued his jog wherever it was he was heading off to.

You blinked in confusion as you watched him go, hearing the small one’s frantic apologies for knocking you over, the one with black hair yelling at him about being an idiot but that he lost in the race, then the boy with a freckled face was obstructing your view from the boy with glasses. You looked at freckles and smiled softly as he offered his hand to you to help you up, “No no… It’s fine… I’m okay.” You assured the three, your eyes still watching glasses jogging away at his normal pace. “Um… Just.. Uh… Be a little more careful, okay?” You smiled softly at the short boy.

Ever since that day, you wondered to yourself whether or not the world was really made up of just blacks, whites, and grays. Your mind and eyes said yes, there was nothing more to the world than that. There were no secrets it was hiding in the form of visuals.

But how could that be true? The boy you’d seen, later understanding his name to be Tsukishima Kei, he was too beautiful, too complicated, to just be a jumble of shades of gray. How many grays could really exist before they started looking the same? It was only during one of your moping moods that, finally, your parents came clean, explaining your condition. You’d never be able to see colors, you didn’t know what any one color was. Shades of gray were all you were going to know.

The news was heartbreaking, and you’d made your dramatic run out of the house, tears falling from your eyes, your useless colorblind eyes. How could you ever fully enjoy anything now? Everyone else was getting so much more out of life, and yet you were picked to be on the unfair end of the stick? To see nothing but a gray, black, and white color wheel of nothingness?

You don’t know how, but you ended up sitting on top of a hill outside your school, your knees brought up to your chin, your tears still falling the more you sat in your own grief. You weren’t sure how you were going to overcome something so permanent.

“Did Hinata crash into you again?”

The sudden voice scared you out of your mourning, and you looked up suddenly to see Tsukishima standing just at the bottom of the hill, his long fingers pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose while his other hand rubbed a towel against his neck and jaw. He’d just been passing by when he’d notice you crying. And as much of an asshole as he loved to be, you weren’t deserving of his hatred just yet. You’d yet to proven yourself a nuisance. Yet being the operative word.

You sniffled and rushed to wipe your tears, looking away from him with a slight blush on your cheeks, “N-No…. He didn’t…” You assured, not wanting him to get mad at the ball of energy you’d come to be good friends with. He nodded in response, keeping his eyes on you for a few minutes to see if you were actually telling the truth or if you were just trying to get him to keep the peace with Hinata. Your eyes slowly trailed back over to him, meeting his directly for just a few seconds before you were looking just slightly above him at the sky, “Uh… W… What’s the color of the sky right now?” You asked suddenly. You’d wanted to ask him about his appearance, his colors, his complexity… but how awkward would that have been? For a first conversation?

The question threw him off guard, and at first he thought you were going to make a snide remark that would send him on his way. But the look on your face, almost desperate for an honest answer, had him glancing up before looking back at you, “The sky?” He repeated, looking around him, just to make sure you weren’t pulling some stupid prank on him. “It’s orange… with streaks of yellow…” Unthinking, his legs moved him closer up the hill before he was sitting next to you on the grassy knoll, his knees bent with his elbows resting on them.

“But over there it’s a little darker….” You pointed to the horizon off to the left, “And over there it’s brighter because of the sun….”

Tsukishima nodded slowly, still not understanding what you were getting at, “Yes…. It’s turning purple and pinkish over there…. And the sun is setting over here…..” He realized the surreal oddness of his explanation and looked over at you with furrowed eyebrows. You glanced at him from the corner of your eyes and noticed he looked angry - or maybe that was just the shade of gray that formed near his eyebrows, “Is this some sort of joke?” He asked, his voice a bit rough.

You quickly shook your head, “N-no!” You almost yelled, your eyes widening when you saw the way his lips pulled into an irritated frown. An explanation was needed, right now, and you didn’t have any other way of explaining yourself other than blurting out, “I just found out I’m color blind!”

The air stilled between the two of you, and his storm of irritation passed without event, but now he saw you in a new light. “So….” He bit the inside of his cheek, leaning back on the palms of his hands as he stared up at the colorful sky, “What’s the color of your sky then?” He asked curiously, not really being careful about his word choice at the moment. He’d never met a colorblind person before, and he was interested in what your world looked like.

“Gray….” You muttered, your nose scrunching at the word, as if it were the most disgusting word in the world. Almost as if it were as bad as the word moist. You pulled your knees closer and buried your face into your crossed arms, “Always gray….”

Tsukishima nodded thoughtfully, glancing at you from the corner of his eyes now and then while the two of you sat in silence. “And the grass?” He asked, “What’s that color to you?”

“A slightly darker gray…. Sometimes…” You muttered again, feeling your tears brimming in your eyes, “I don’t even know what the words ‘orange’ or ‘yellow’ or ‘purple’ mean….” You sniffled, wiping your eyes as your tears broke free. You didn’t want to cry in front of him, not the beautiful boy.

Inhaling slowly, Tsukishima felt a soft heat creep up the back of his neck and rest on his cheeks, “The grass is green…. The color reminds me of… the smell of a pine tree….” He had looked away while explaining the feeling to the color, but when he finally completed his thought, he glanced at you once more. But he wasn’t sure what the furrowing of your eyebrows meant, “Do….. Have you ever caught that scent before?” Tsukishima asked curiously.

You nodded slowly, “Yeah…. My dad gets a fresh pine tree every Christmas….” You sniffled, letting your right hand fall from your knees and touch the grass below you, feeling the blades tickle your palm. “What about the sky?” You whispered, feeling like you were letting him waltz right through your vulnerability without a fight.

Tsukishima glanced at the sky briefly before looking at you again, but not directly, always from the corner of his eye, “It’s orange… and yellow…. Like the smell of a campfire…” He didn’t know if this was helping you any through your grief, but maybe if the two of you kept talking - you’d be able to gain a little insight to the world that was stolen from you.

“…. What about you? What are your colors?” You asked quietly, but his ears perked and he looked over at you just as you looked at him. Realizing the suddenness of your question, you blushed deeply and looked down at your shoes, “S-sorry… Y-you don’t have to answer that…”

“Blond….” He said simply, not seeing any point in keeping his features to himself. You had been born into a world of grays… Who was he to suddenly give you some reference to colors, and withhold his own? His long fingers pushed up his glasses, “The color of it reminds me of…” He trailed off, his eyebrows furrowing as he tried to put a memory to his own hair color… but nothing was forming. Tsukishima let out a small huff as he continued to draw a blank before something suddenly came to him, “Well… My brothers’ hair is the same color as mine… His hair reminds me of the smell of sunscreen when the sun isn’t covered by any clouds….” He smiled softly, wistfully, and the sight took your breath away.

You bit your bottom lip and looked down at your bent legs, feeling your tears falling still, “T-Thank you…” You whispered quietly, but the wobble in your voice struck a slight panic into his heart; why were you crying again?? “I’m really thankful…. To have your references…” You sniffled, wiping away your tears softly this time, “I’m s-sorry if I took up any of your valuable time…”

Tsukishima’s lips twisted into a soft scowl at your apology, “Valuable time?” He scoffed quietly before easily standing from his spot next to you. He didn’t move for a while, just standing near you as he stared ahead of him at the setting sun. “Um…” He coughed dryly, looking away when your eyes were drawn to him, his uncomfortable stance next to you. “I’d be a jerk if I didn’t offer to walk you home…” He admitted as he walked down the grassy hill just slightly so he didn’t have to bend to offer you his hand. Slowly, you let your hand slide into his, feeling him pull you up and helping you down the hill carefully. You sniffled still, and noticed when his hand didn’t drop yours as he walked you away from the school grounds.

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could you do the breakfast in bed for their partner with child(ren) with kageyama, tsukishima, and bokuto please? :) I l i v e f o r d o m e s t i c f l u f f

I LOVED this prompt so much when I first posted it! Ah, memories lmao I’m so useless now! xD Ah well, I’ll try my hardest, sweetie! Domestic shit is what I LIVE for!!! Hopefully this will make up… partially… for what I’m about to do to Tobio in a different request…. - Admin Satori <3Oikawa/Kuroo/Akaashi Kageyama/Tsukishima/Bokuto

Kageyama TobioHitomi (Blue eyes) – daughter (2)

It was the sound of pacing that woke you up from your deep sleep, your eyes struggling to open, weighing down from a head cold taking a toll on your body. You could barely move with how sick you were, so you were relying on your husband to take care of you, and your child. And you figured with all his pacing, he was trying to figure out his next steps. But the moment your eyes caught sight of who was doing the soft secondary pacing, you smiled fondly.

Kageyama was pacing the hallway outside the bedroom door, going this way and that as he tried to get everything in his arms to take back to you for your comfort and care. You could see in the dim light of the morning sun peaking through your blinds that his arms were filled with blankets and pillows. And of course, just the sight of that alone was enough to melt your heart, but what really did you in was the little shadow following his exact footsteps.

Your daughter, Hitomi, loved her daddy with all her little heart, and wanted to be exactly like him in everything he did. Her little legs struggled to make the long strides her father was making, but she managed to keep up with him quite well, always being right below his line of sight when he handed her something to carry. Right now, you could just barely see her messy black pigtails over the large pile of pillows in her arms.

Suddenly you sneezed, and Kageyama jumped almost 5 feet in the air in surprise. His deep blue eyes snapped to where you were leaning against your elbow on your bed, and before you could ward him away with the threat of catching your illness, he was right there next to you. His left hand took your free right hand in his and brought it to his lips, and you relished in the sight; he’d been so awkward when the two of you first started dating in high school, your remembered him barely being able to even walk properly if he tried talking to you at the same time. You closed your eyes for a few second, letting out a deep sigh, “What has you so worked up, Tobio? I told you it’s just a small cold… It’ll be gone in a few days.” You assured, pulling your hand from his and cupping his face, stroking your thumb over his cheekbone gently.

He leaned into your touch and closed his eyes, “I know… But… What if it doesn’t?” He asked, his eyebrows furrowing in worry, thinking back to before you graced his life, knowing he’d only lose track of himself like he did back then; focusing only on his condition for volleyball and not really taking care of himself outside of that. You’d shown him he could be someone other than his teams setter, he could be both himself and a key player without having to give one or the other up.

You shook your head, your eyes catching the movement of a shadow at the edge of the bed by Kageyama’s legs. “Tobio, it’s not that serious, sweetheart. I’ve gotten sick before… I was sick when I was pregnant…” You raised an eyebrow at him, “Maybe you’re going to be a father again?” Your suggestion made his eyes widen before looking down at your flat belly.

“S-seriously?” He asked, and you smiled at the quiet excitement in his voice; He’d fallen in love at the sight of your daughter, who he now pulled onto the bed to rest between the two of you. “D… Do you know for sure?” His voice was soft, and you looked over at your bag from the store, you’d gone to get some pregnancy tests just before the illness had incapacitated you, but you hadn’t had the strength to actually take them yet. His eyes followed your line of sight, and his body stiffened, “You were going to check… Why didn’t you tell me?” He turned his eyes back to you, and you shrugged, not really expecting it to be a big issue. You’d checked last time without him. But then, last time you’d found out he’d been away at a game overseas.

“I didn’t want to get you excited…. Just in case it really was just a bug and not something more…” You sighed, reaching up and rubbing your eyes before looking down at your daughter, who was turning her attention to whoever was talking in your conversation. “Hitomi would have to really get used to the idea of a little sibling… She’s crazy about you, Tobio.. I don’t think she’d much care for having to share you attention.” You mused quietly before looking back up at your husband.

Kageyama’s small frown didn’t go unnoticed by you, of course. You remembered how he’d wanted to be by your side throughout everything when it came to your pregnancy with Hitomi, and you knew this ‘maybe baby’ was no different. Kageyama took pride in being a father and husband more than he cared for his national career as Japan’s primary setter!

“Tobio,” His eyes met yours without any barriers, and you could tell he was disappointed you hadn’t come to him first about what you thought was happening, “I love you, Tobio… And I wouldn’t do anything to hurt your feelings… I, honestly, was going to tell you.” You assured quietly, your hand cupping his cheek once again, “Hitomi… Can you give daddy a big hug? Please?” You requested, and Hitomi almost immediately was up on her feet with her little arms wrapping around her father’s neck.

Hitomi only knew a few words, not too many to make much sense, but she was very aware of everyones emotions around her. She buried her little face in her fathers neck and babbled quietly, saying ‘dada’ and ‘papa’ over and over in some places. You knew she didn’t know why her daddy was feeling sad, but she truly believed she could make him feel better with her hugs. The innocence of a child was something that would never cease to amaze you and Kageyama.

Kageyama wrapped his arms around his daughter, pressing his lips to her little ear and smiling when she squealed and pushed away from him suddenly, “Uh-oh! Tickle monster!” You smiled as Hitomi’s blue eyes widened in faux fear and she bounced off the bed, her little legs taking her around the corner of the room and into hers in record time. But he didn’t run after her, knowing she’s get sidetracked by her toys in her playroom. You let out a sigh and laid back down on the bed, closing your eyes when your head hit the pillow; You knew his eyes were on you, and you opened your arms, smiling when you felt him lay his head on your shoulder, one arm wrapping around your middle while the other laid on your belly ever so gently. “…. If I am pregnant…. Do you want it to be a boy or a girl?” You asked curiously, burying your nose into his hair and pressing your lips against his forehead.

“I want it to be healthy…” Kageyama said truthfully, and you nudged him with a small laugh, he smiled as he stared down at his hand on your belly, “_____, I don’t really mind the gender of the baby… As long as they’re healthy.” Your fingers stroked through his hair and you could feel his breathing getting deeper and deeper.

“I think I want a boy… A little clone of you.”

Kageyama was up suddenly, and you stared at him in surprise, not being able to ask him what was wrong before he was out of the room. You sat up, hearing for his movements before letting out a small laugh when you heard Hitomi’s squeal of surprise, then he was back in the room, getting comfortable in your arms again with Hitomi resting between your bodies. You smiled and turned your body to be able to face your beautiful family. Hitomi giggled and reached up, laying her hand on her fathers face and squishing his cheeks, her giggling rising in frequency as your husband made faces while she pushed and squished his cheek. You don’t remember when you fell asleep, again, but you knew the sickness was only starting if you truly were pregnant again. But oh…. How worth it it was when you held that little bundle in your arms for the first time.Tsukishima Kei

Satoshi (Wise) - son (7)

Hikaru (Radiance) - son (5)

Being the only female in the Tsukishima household gave you some priority. Waking up, alone, but with your breakfast already made and placed beside you, was one of them. You blinked a few times, the smell of the freshly made chocolate waffles with fresh strawberries prompting your stomach to cramp in hunger. But so early in the morning, you didn’t want to do anything but sleep in. You carefully placed the tray on the side table beside the bed before curling up in your blankets and falling back asleep.

“Daddy… Mama didn’t eat her waffles.”

“Shhhh, Hikaru, let mommy sleep.”

A large hand stroked your hair out of your face, but the familiarity of it made you smile softly, feeling the bed dip twice before you felt a small body lay against you, their little head pressed against your chest and hearing how your heart slowly beat a little faster as you came back into the conscious world.

“Good Morning, beautiful.” Your husband whispered, and you gave him a sleepy smile, seeing how he just barely sat on the edge of the bed, his hand still cupping your face ever so softly. If there was one thing Tsukishima loved, it was watching you sleep. As embarrassing as it was, he claimed you never looked more peaceful than when you slept, and just the sight would make him forget whatever argument had taken place that previous day or whenever.

You hummed, “The world must be ending for you to be calling me beautiful so early in the morning.” You teased quietly, turning your head and kissing his palm softly before looking down at who occupied your chest, seeing your youngest son smiling up at you, blinding you with how completely radiant his smile was. “Oh my goodness, who let this ball of sunshine in the room?” You smiled back down at your baby, running your fingers through his short blond hair and letting out a small laugh when his cheeks were tinted with a soft pink.

“Good morning, mama!” Hikaru greeted happily, scurrying up from his place against your chest so he could wrap his arms around your neck, pressing his lips to the tip of your nose.

Tsukishima turned and sat next to you on the bed, letting his hand stroke through your hair slowly, knowing it took a while for you to actually wake up in the mornings. He’d been the one to actually do the cooking this morning, but it’d been the idea of your two sons to make it for you. And while he’d tried his best to keep the kitchen clean, having two sons made it practically impossible. “You feeling okay enough to eat?” Tsukishima asked calmly, pulling the tray from the side table to rest on his lap, “Because if not, I think I’ll just have to share it with Satoshi.” He smirked.

“But daddy! That’s for mommy!” Satoshi piped up from the doorway, and you saw he’d gone to clean his glasses from whatever mess awaited you in the kitchen. “I can’t eat what we made for her, that’s mean.” He whined as he climbed on the bed with the rest of his family, kneeling at the foot of your bed, not being able to really see much without his glasses on.

You looked up at your husband with a teasing smile, “Yeah, daddy, that’s for me!” You stuck your tongue out at him, laughing softly when he gave you a warning deadpan stare, remembering the last time you’d called him daddy you’d ended up getting pregnant with Hikaru. Slowly, you sat up, still holding Hikaru in your arms, nuzzling your nose into his little cheek and smiling when he giggled and nuzzled his own nose against yours. “Come here, Satoshi, come give mama some cuddles.” You pouted, reaching out an arm for your eldest to come closer.

Satoshi took a lot after his father. Blind as a bat and not very outwardly affectionate. There were few days after he’d become self aware that he’d voluntarily would cuddle with you or let you coddle him. There were points in time where he’d feel vulnerable and would need your comforting hand or your words of kindness, but very rarely would he actually reciprocate any sort of cuddling motions. But being half you, he had a lot of softness to his heart. He loved everyone as deeply as his little body would let him, it’s just his father’s hard outer shell made it hard for him to express it properly. Like now.

He pursed his lips and looked down at his glasses, making sure they were completely clean before putting them back on, pushing them up the bridge of his nose so his eyelashes were practically curling against the glass. His golden eyes glanced at his father, seeing how close his dad was to actually digging into the food, before he looked over at you, “But mommy, the food? Daddys gonna eat it all, and then you won’t have any left over.” He pointed out, trying to change the subject.

For now, you played his game. Leaning over, you laid your head on your husband bicep, “Hey… uh…. You’re not… thinking about…. Eating that…. Are you?” You asked cryptically, not being able to conceal your quiet giggles when you felt him tense at your slightly threatening tone, “Because… I don’t think those were meant for you….” You reaching over and took a strawberry from the top of the waffle stack, popping it into your mouth and winking at your husband when his eyes snapped to watch where the strawberry was being hauled off to. “I’m sure there’s something else I can give in exchange for the food though, Kei.” You smiled knowingly, sitting back up and patting your youngest son on the back softly, feeling him start to fall asleep from just being in your arms. Your little radiance easily tired himself out from the mornings happenings.

“Who’s to say I’ll agree to the exchange?” Tsukishima asked curiously, raising an eyebrow over at you when your eyes widened at his response, “What if I want the waffles more?” He pondered to himself, puling a small piece from the stack before popping it into his mouth quickly.

You snorted and rolled your eyes, “Liar.” You called easily, laughing when he let out a small huff at his bluff being founded so quickly. “Satoshi? Do you want some food? We can all share it!” You smiled over at your eldest, seeing his eyes squint at your suspiciously before he slowly crawled over to sit between you and your husband. While he was focused on pulling a piece free from the waffles, Tsukishima helping him make sure he didn’t make a complete mess of the meal, you leaned down and pressed a kiss to Satoshi’s temple.

He whined and looked up at you with puffed cheeks, crossing his arms after putting the waffle in his mouth, “Mommy! Why?” He let out a long sigh, and you couldn’t help but laugh at his perturbed face; almost an exact replica of his fathers. You smiled and wrapped your free arm around him, pulling him to your chest and nuzzling your nose against his head, “Nooooo, whyyyyy, Daddy! Help me!” He reached out to his father, but Tsukishima only smirked and waved ‘goodbye’ to his son.

“Ah, don’t act, my little Toshi, you know you love mommy!” You cooed, pressing a kiss to his forehead before just holding him in your arm, your other arm holding your sleeping son. You felt a chill go down your back as you realized Hikaru was actually drooling all over your collarbone as he snoozed. “Ah, Kei!” You whined, looking at your husband, who only smirked and waved you off, “Come on, he’s drooling all over me.” You pleaded, quiet laughter bubbling in your voice at how ridiculous this was getting.

“Sounds like a you problem.” Tsukishima teased, but his hands made quick work to put the tray off on the side table once more before he was pulling Hikaru out of your arms and into his, “Ah! No, wait! Regret. Why.” His voice was barely above a whisper, not wanting to wake up his son, but you couldn’t stop from laughing at his disgusted face, “How can something so small produce so much drool?”

“I don’t know, sounds like a you problem.” You shot back easily, wrapping both arms around your eldest son, feeling your heart warm when he relaxed in your arms and let you dote on him. “I think he’s dreaming of the waffles.” You mused, snorting when your husband gave you a sour look, “Let’s just hope he doesn’t dream about being potty trained all over again.” You teased, hiding your smile in your eldest sons hair when Tsukishima gave you a concerned look.

“That does sound like a you problem, daddy.” Satoshi smirked up at his dad, and Tsukishima’s eyes widened; It was like looking in a goddamn mirror. Bokuto KoutarouKoichi (Light/Shining First (child)) - son (7)

Shoji (Soaring Second (child)) - son (6)

Hideki (Splendid Opportunity) - son (4)

Tetsuo (Wise Hero) - son (3)

Aiko (Little love) – daughter (1)

Waking up in the Bokuto household was always a gamble. There were a number of things that could be wrong with how bountiful your family had grown, four sons and a single daughter… The messes were bound to be plentiful. Everyday was different from the other. Every day held a new adventure for you, for your children, for your husband.

But for now, opening your eyes to your year old daughter sitting in front of your face, her little hands pressing into your cheek and patting your forehead with the lightest of taps. You exhaled with a small smile on your lips, “Ah, Aiko… You escaped your crib once more.” You mused, reaching up and stroking her black hair out of her face, hearing her babbling away quietly as a way of responding to you. Turning to lay on your back, you pulled her to lay on your chest, her little head resting on your collarbone, chewing on her hand around her babbling. “The day has started…” You closed your eyes for just a second before they snapped open at the sound of your bedroom door slamming open.

“MOOOOOM! Hideki put baby powder in his hair!” Koichi, your eldest son, called, holding his little brother on his hip as best he could while walking into the bedroom, setting the younger boy on your bed. It was true, your second youngest son’s hair was covered in the baby powder, down to his very roots. Though he hadn’t been very precise in his aim, and a good amount had landed all over his face and shoulders.

You sat up, crossing your legs and setting Aiko in the space between your legs, reaching out and running your fingers through Hideki’s hair, “What in the world were you doing with the baby powder, Deki?” You asked with a fond smile, pulling your hand back to see it completely saturated in the powder.

“I wanna be like daddy!” He hollered, having absolutely no volume control. He thew his hands up in the air and cheered, “Daddy, daddy, daddy!!”, his wide golden eyes sparkling at the mere idea of becoming like his father.

“Like… daddy?” Your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to figure out what he was trying to say. “Oh!” You couldn’t help but laugh, realizing the baby powder gave his hair the black and white pattern that your husband had sported ever since he learned how to dye his own hair. “Koutarou!” You called, knowing your husband could hear you wherever he was throughout the house.

Koichi stood in the middle of the room, his arms crossed as he gave his little brother the stink eye, but you knew his inner monologue was somewhere along the lines of ‘why didn’t I think of that???’. “I’m going to go clean up the mess he made.” He huffed, not liking that his chores had been added to just because the four year old wanted to copy their dad. He stomped off into the room where the crime had happened. “MOM!!” Came his voice not too long after he’d left, “Tetsuo got into it too!”

“You rang, Mrs. Bokuto?” Came your husbands cheerful voice as he walked into the room, having grabbed Tetsuo and your second son Shoji before they could make a mess of the whole house. He was covered in baby powder as well, and Shoji whined in his fathers arms when Tetsuo reached over with his powder covered hands and squeezed his older brothers face.

You raised an eyebrow at your husband, your eyes going from your powdered covered sons, to his black and white hair, then meeting his large golden eyes, “You’ve created a disturbance in this household.” You teased, picking up Aiko in your arms when you saw Bokuto’s arms move to toss the two in his arms onto the bed. “Koutarou! Why? Now there’s powder everywhere!” You whined, holding your daughter close to you so none of the white mess got on her. Shoji bounced once before scurrying away, dodging his father’s arms and ducking between his legs to go get his older brother. You could hear him laughing as he ambushed his older brother, then Koichi’s responding yell of distaste. “We’ve lost another one, Aiko.” You sighed, and Bokuto laughed at your dramatization of the small issue.

Tetsuo, your youngest son, bounced twice before he just laid there, staring up at the ceiling, for a few seconds. You figured he was trying to figure out how he’d ended up on the bed, but then he was up and jumping on the same bed within seconds, Hideki copying his movements and jumping up and down with his younger brother. Little Aiko saw the fun her older brothers were having and struggling in your arms, whining and babbling, pointing at her brothers and looking back at you with determination in her gold eyes.

“Noooooo, not you, too, Aiko! Traitor!” You pretended to cry out as the little baby broke free from your hold, wobbling on her legs on the bed before Hideki helped her stand up straight, holding her hand as they jumped together on your bed. You crossed your arms and raised your eyebrows at your husband, “Kou… Your children are far too rambunctious.” You huffed, watching as he took his space next to you on the bed, forcing yourself not to lean into his embrace as he pulled you into his arms, “No more. No more babies.” You sent him a playful glare, “They only make messes and eat all my food.”

Bokuto nodded thoughtfully, but the glint in his eyes made you struggle not to laugh, “MY children came from YOUR womb… soooo I think that makes them your kids, too.” He pondered, then pouted, “Whaaaat? You don’t want any more babies? Come on, ______. I can make it worth your while.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your ear, making your face feel like it’d been set on fire. “It’s fun making babies with you… Don’t you want another little bundle of joy?”

Biting your bottom lip, your forced out the memories of conceiving each of your children, trying not to let your memories show on your face as you whined and pushed against his chest, giggling when he nuzzled his nose against your neck, “Koutarou!” You laughed, “Those bundles of joy grow up into these little beasts!” You waved your hand to show your three youngest still jumping on the bed, your ears picking up on the sound of your two oldest running around the house; No doubt Koichi running away from Shoji as the latter tried to douse him in whatever was left of the baby powder. You looked up to see Bokuto looking at your children with only the sort of pride a father could feel. Yes, it was a messy house with messy children. Yes, there were days you wanted to pull your hair out and yell at all the boys in the house for being so psychotic. And of course, there were days you reminisced on sleepless nights with your husband before your children… But looking at your children jumping on the bed, hearing your other two running throughout the house, feeling your husbands supporting arms and hearing his heart beating in sync with yours, with your children. “Alright…” You smiled up at your husband, reaching up and stroking his cheek, internally laughing when you noticed some baby powder get smeared on his cheek and jaw, “Let’s have another.”

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Hi! I love your stuff, anyway, could you do something where Tsukki's S/O is on their period and sick at the same time? Thanks!

Ah, I never can think of much when it comes to period/illness asks and I have no idea why. I hope these were good enough though! :)

-Admin Lana 💫

Tsukishima doesn’t know how to fare well in situations like this, no matter how long you’ve been in a relationship. He cares for you more than he’s able to express, but this is difficult for him.

You’ll have to write out a list of all the things you’ll need and he’ll gladly get them for you. He’s not heartless, he hates to see you in pain and in a poor state of health.

If there’s one thing he really good at, he’s perfected how to make his mother’s homemade chicken noodle soup to a t. It’s so good and honestly, you’d be sick even if it meant you could have a little taste of it.

He won’t express it outwardly, but he’s going to fret over you just like his mother and brother used to. He’ll bring you hot water bottles and your favourite candy, even making sure you take your medicine.

He’s not overly conscious of getting sick, you don’t think he’s ever even taken a sick day. Tsukishima will sit next to you on the couch/bed and watch whatever movies or tv shows your heart desires, even if he does find it cheesy. Just promise to watch one Jurassic movie with him and he’s happy.

He’s the type that’s not freaked out by the sight of blood. It’s natural and something that happens. You can’t control it. If you happen to make a mess of yourself, he won’t have any complaints helping you clean it up, even if he is grumbling about it. 

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Tsukishima Kei

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hello!! may i request slow screw for tsukishima please? :0

Tsukishima Kei // Sloe Screw

This man is not the best at expressing his emotions verbally, but he’s more than capable of showing it through actions. On nights where he’s feeling tender, he’ll take it slow. He’ll kiss every inch or your body, leaving no stone unturned.

He likes having sex in positions where he can remain as close to you as possible and where he can hold your hand. Call him sappy, but it just adds to the intimacy and loves to see you come undone right before his eyes.

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Dirty dame with Tsukishima Kei sounds good~

Tsukishima Kei // Dirty Dame

Believe it or not, this guy gets off to the sound of your voice. You wonder what he’s listening to in those headphones all day? Either your voice when he’s fucking you into the mattress or an R18 drama cd. ;)

He’s not sure what it is, but dry humping really gets him going. There’s something about the desperation of trying to reach your end that you can’t even get your clothes off that makes him hot and bothered.

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I was watching some haikyuu videos. And yamaguchi call “tsukki” They just write it like that…

I choked with my milk.

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from Wizard Tooru

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A Tsuki for @gaemlau

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Just You And Me

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tsukishima kei wallpapers requested by two anon(s) 

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Quick Comm for @tsukishimaseyebrows !!! 

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Happy Birthday Tsukki!!

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remember when i used to draw these nerds all the time? ;;))) 💕

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Tsukishima’s new uniform