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shibaraki · 5 months

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THE VANISHING MOON ┊ TSUKISHIMA KEI

tags: GN reader, post timeskip, exes to lovers, fluff, emotional hurt + comfort, reader is a writer, alcohol consumption, mutual pining, getting back together, kisses, weddings, previous ‘mutual’ breakup, happy ending

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For as long as you can remember, you’ve loved love stories.

The first time you picked up a pen with the intention to write you’d been looking for a specific someone. To pour love into and be loved by. Conjured from the recesses of your mind, a soft smile from the boy you liked, one prepared to whisk you away from the converging angst that came with your adolescence.

In later years you looked inward, searching for yourself. To satiate your loneliness through self introspection. Ink blotted fingers working arduously at the knots that make up the soul. Knots that were once straight rope, simple and without weak points. And when you failed to love yourself you turned outward, exploring the web that made up the world.

You saw that other people loved stories, too. That there would always be at least one which speaks to them in some way and stays with them. You coveted that reality; to be something another person could love, and look back on with fondness. For your words to strike such a chord that they’d become part of another’s tapestry. To live on. Never again be forgotten, even if it means being an echo of something.

That yearning accompanies you up the cobbled footpath. The crisp air pinching the tips of your ears. Soft, muted chirps rippled throughout the treeline. “Wow,” you murmur, breathless. Arms sticky with perspiration, leg muscles tingling in exertion after walking the steep hill.

The reception venue sits on the end of a private road, concealed by threadbare canopy. Under an open sky there lay every shade and stroke of colour. Dappled sunlight casts shadows across the grass and your eyes are drawn to them.

“Wow is right. They’ve done an incredible job,” Sugawara airs his appreciation as he walks at your side. His voice is awed, and his cheeks are red. “I can’t believe they managed it. Karumai Gardens are notoriously stingy for booking events”.

The wedding invitation shouldn’t have come as a surprise. Remaining some of your closest friends, Kiyoko and Tanaka had already confirmed your attendance long before the formal invites were sent out. You even found yourself on the end of multiple phone calls over the months assisting a panicked Tanaka with writing and rewriting his vows.

Despite that, your stomach roiled at the invitation on your kitchen counter, and your heart crawled up into your throat. Because suddenly it was too real.

Everybody would be there.

Tsukishima would be there.

You’ve been a high strung for most of the day, hyper vigilant to the point of fraying. The ceremony was beautiful. Kiyoko looked ethereal draped in her white lace gown, a delicate veil cascading down her back and rippling down the aisle as she walked. Tanaka was striking in his dark blue suit and embroidered waistcoat. Sitting at the forefront, you remained steadfast in your ignorance of Tsukishima’s scrunity and dabbed at your face as you cried.

You missed having his attention. Missed the subtle stroke of his sharp gold eyes across every part of you as though it were Tsukishima’s hands themselves. A scant, cowardly part of you considered not attending the reception, grateful that he hadn’t approached you yet. If he would at all. Kei could be unbearably prideful about these things. But what do you know?

Nothing. After all this time you probably know nothing at all.

“I think he wants to talk to you,” Sugawara says, drawing your focus to the present. “It’s obvious he’s missed you”.

You edge past the increasingly dense foliage with intent, your fingertips outstretched to brush the near-blooming plants. “Who?” you ask. Sugawara’s grin turns wry and he threads his arm through yours.

“So petty,” he murmurs, patting your bicep. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. But he’s single, and has been staring at you all day. I thought I should mention it”.

“Well you’ve mentioned it,” you return without true malice, squeezing him back. Sugawara’s lips parted in a sigh, and for a brief second, you saw a wistful expression beneath the lighthearted veneer. It stirs unease in your chest and you add, “I just don’t want to make a scene”.

“You really think that’s what it’ll come to?”

Memories unearthed from the deep recesses of your mind. Packed away into tight spaces and left to collect dust where they can’t hurt you. They awaken easily, triggered by a simple question, and with such clarity that you wonder if you ever forgot them at all.

Soft, deliberate touches. Long, warm embraces, swallowed up by his large frame. Graceless laughter—the ugly kind that makes your stomach hurt. Languorous kisses, biting kisses, chaste kisses, clumsy kisses. Good morning and good night kisses. Bickering over breakfast. Bickering over dinner. Wandering, calloused hands. Pressure behind two fingers, splitting you like soft fruit. A sharp tongue and sharper words. Holding hands in bed, anchoring yourself to him like you were afraid he might float away in the night.

Life became busier than either of you expected. Kei landed an opportunity to play for a division two team in the V league alongside his work at the Sendai city museum. Your publisher's demands increased. Kei’s priorities shifted. Resentment crept in. He started to forget things. Small promises and favours, like getting the grocery’s or making it home for date night. They felt so significant at the time—things you deemed indicative of his commitment to you, without communicating as such.

Fractures formed in your relationship. You ignored them in favour of keeping the peace, hoping to address them when the timing was better. Only with hindsight can you say that was the wrong choice. The fractures contracted, expanded until it grew into a yawning cavity with one of you standing either side of it. A slow decay.

“No. No, it wouldn’t,” you tell Sugawara. Tsukishima has never been a shining paragon of virtue but he wouldn't do anything to disrupt Tanaka’s wedding. “I’m just nervous. I haven’t seen him since…”

Sugawara hums his acknowledgment. You’re adrift as he guides you into the venue holding the wedding reception, welcomed into a kaleidoscope of colour. Carefully crafted floral arrangements line the hall. Half of the building is a greenhouse conversion, and natural light filters in through the high, arching ceilings, illuminating the dance floor. You take in the surroundings as your senses are enveloped by the pleasant din.

“Look, there’s Yachi and Nishinoya,” Sugawara tugs on your arm and calls out, “Yachi! Noya!”

Nishinoya crowed, leaping forward to gather you and Sugawara into a blistering hug. Barely two extra inches on him yet larger than you remember, skin kissed by the sun and his hair handsomely coiffed. His waistcoat creases awkwardly with the stretch of his body while you sink into his warmth and feel your cheeks ache.

“Man, I feel like I could scale a mountain! It’s so good to see you guys again,” Nishinoya reclines to get a look at you both and firmly takes you by the shoulders. “You have a lot to answer for,” he says with mock seriousness.

“I do?” you laugh, skull knocking side to side as he shakes you.

“I read your book on the plane”.

Your laughter putters out. You grimace and clear your throat, “Oh—really?”

“Most of us have. We wanted to support you properly,” Yachi admits as she steps forward to hug you. She’s smiling when she pulls away, faint laughter lines deepening.

Sugawara nods and pokes at your waist, “Don’t look so embarrassed. It was amazing”.

“It made me cry!” Nishinoya effuses. He sniffs, and to your mortification he looks like he might burst into tears again. “There was this one line—gah, no! I can’t talk about it. Get over here, I need to hug you again”.

“Thank you, Noya-san,” you wheeze at the arms constricting around your midsection, eyes clenched shut to repress the impending sting. You turn your head, nose knocking against his temple as you peer at the others. “Thank you all. I mean it”.

Yachi squirms, her smile quivering. “I’m really happy you made it today,” she says once you’ve been released. The unyielding pressure of Nishinoya’s embrace lingers like two phantom limbs. “You too, Nishinoya-san”.

“It’s amazing you’re upright. I thought for sure the jet lag would get to you,” Sugawara laughs. He utters a quick apology to the server passing with a tray of drinks. “Didn’t you fly in from Barcelona?”

“Yeah. Should’a been heading to Andorra but I wouldn’t miss my bro’s wedding for the world,” Nishinoya’s voice drifts as his eyes follow the alcohol. He plucks a glass in one swift motion and holds it high, “Salut I força al canut!”

Yachi watches him throw back the drink with poorly veiled anxiety. “Ah, speaking of, we should find our seats. It looks like the cake cutting is starting soon”.

“Good call. We’re getting in the way of the preparations. And I think you’ve left Asahi alone for too long,” Sugawara claps Nishinoya on the shoulder. “Looks like he’s been accosted by Saeko-san”.

Nishinoya pivots on his heel, whip-like and buzzing. You’re not sure which name he reacted to more. Asahi or Saeko. “Where?” his gaze locks in on the pair across the room. “I’ll talk to you guys in a bit!”

Gone in a blink. “He never slows down,” Sugawara sighs, shaking his head fondly. “Guess that’s my cue,” he says before parting ways. Yachi waves after them.

An idea strikes you then. “Say, Yacchan. You’re next to me, right?” you glance toward the long tables set up around the dance floor and meet her gaze with a suggestive smile. “Would you want to sit next to Yamaguchi instead? I don’t mind swapping”.

Their relationship had blossomed over the past few months. A long, slow burn finally come to fruition, new enough that mention of it usually makes her turn pink. But the light in her eyes dims at your suggestion, and rather than flustered, Yachi looks uncertain.

Her fingers form a loose clasp around your forearm. “Tadashi is seated next to Tsukishima,” she explains gingerly. You feel yourself freeze and the kind motion of her thumb strokes circles along the inside of your wrist.

You let out a shaky exhale. “That’s okay. I don’t mind,” you tell her before the consequences of what you’re offering can really be cemented. Yachi’s eyes widen, her grip tighter on your hand as you squeeze back in an attempt at reassurance, knowing your smile looks brittle. “It’s probably for the best. We haven’t… talked yet”.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure”.

“Are you sure you’re sure?”

“Hitoka,” you laugh, bumping your shoulders together. “I promise I’ll survive”.

You regret it not two minutes later.

Anticipation fizzes under your skin as you spot him. On approach you give him a cursory look over, the harsh beat of your heart ricocheting in your chest. Tsukishima looks good—he always does, but today, dressed in his dark, double breasted suit, with the golden hour light carding fingers through his neatly styled hair, you think he’s never looked better.

It is disconcerting to see him again and realise that your feelings haven’t changed much in the slightest.

You sit in the chair beside him. You see his spine draw taut in the corner of your eye and feel an oscillating loneliness; so alike those final few weeks together that cold dread seeps between the spaces in your ribs and steals your breath.

“Tsukishima,” you incline your head, impersonal and cautious, hating how foreign his surname is on your tongue.

A beat passes before he repeats your name in greeting, soft as a psalm despite the dour expression on his face. You’re overcome with the urge to poke the uncomfortable crease in his brow. To smooth it out and kiss the skin there, the way you used to do.

You shift in your seat. The arms curve around your midsection and knock against your elbows as you fiddle with the table cloth, “I told Yacchan that Yamaguchi could have my seat so they can sit together. I hope that’s alright”.

“Why wouldn’t it be?” and you know the clipped answer is reflexive by the way his jaw locks in frustration at himself. Bracing for what you’ll say next.

Only, your mouth curls up a little, and you exhale a short laugh through your nose. You haven’t seen him this skittish since your first year of highschool. You consider that maybe you aren’t the only one who’s scared. That things are the same and they are not the same. The thought is bittersweet, but it’s nice, the way his trepidation gives way to muted awe, how he sends you sidelong glances when he thinks you’re not looking.

The music picks up in a grand crescendo as the newlyweds enter the hall and the reception begins with a raucous applause. A rich aroma unfurls as the food is served, the depth of the flavour layering over the already present notes of wildflower and honey. Drinks are handed to the guests. Generously. You swirl the liquid gold around the rim of your glass, luxuriating in the syrupy inebriation of a gently oaked chardonnay.

“So, uh. How’ve you been?”

Tsukishima, to his credit, does not startle at the question. “Fine,” he says, and you think he might leave it at that when he adds, “The museum received another new Crinoid collection last month, so I’ve been preoccupied”.

You grasp at the conversational thread, not wanting him to stop, “Crinoids?”

“Marine animals. They still exist today, though not as common. You might’ve heard of sea lilies and feather stars,” he shrugs halfheartedly, not daring to look away from his deep fried tofu, though it’s clear he can’t help talking about his work with pride. “Ours are from the Triassic period”.

“Just like the, uh—” you click your fingers to conjure the name from thin air “—Gojirasaurus! Your favourite, right?”

Tsukishima pauses. It’s a fleeting thing, but you notice. The corner of his lips curves into a barely-there smile. He seems pleased that you remembered. You busy your hands with repositioning the cutlery a fourth time so maybe, hopefully, you can distract yourself enough not to say something stupid like: “If I visit, will you show it to me?” or “Do you miss me, like I miss you?”

You clear your throat. “I hear the Sendai Frogs have been doing well, too. Congratulations on moving up to division one”.

Those aureate eyes are sliding to you again, bright and searching. Tsukishima arches his brow in a delicate mocking gesture that was unbearable when he was sixteen and even more so now. “Keeping tabs on me, are you?”

There’s mirth trickling into his voice, giving it a familiar smarmy lilt. A wave of emotion washes over you. Embarrassment and heart-twisting-happiness. You shove some rice into your mouth and chew it down to fine paste, vying for time to formulate a coherent sentence. “No. I read about it in the latest Volleyworld issue,” you reply unconvincingly.

“You don’t read Volleyworld”.

“How would you know that?”

Tsukishima takes a shallow breath and nods. The warm gloam of late afternoon mellows his taut features. “I’ve been reading too,” he says after another sip of wine. “I saw you finally published your book”.

Dread seized the inner workings of your mind and the apology on the tip of your tongue curdles. Time ticks by, one sickening second after another. Your eyes dip low to avoid his gaze—which for some reason, he refused to direct anywhere else.

Your recollection of the break up itself was hazy at best. There had been no raised voices, no desperate movie-esque kiss, no slammed doors. Only grief filling your body like lead, and jumbled, half-hysterical thoughts of ‘Is this it? Are we giving everything up, just like that?’

You remember everything that followed, though. The inability to accept reality. It is said if a writer falls in love, that love can never die. And so you kept writing, and writing, and writing; perceiving love through different lenses, creating different endings; relying on metaphors of natural forces and disasters, of cannibalism and gluttony, of journeys and patience to make sense of it all. Six months after everything fell apart you completed the final draft of ‘The Vanishing Moon’, dedicating a final testimony to him in small print on the first page.

Given the choice, I would’ve rather had you at my side than any one of these words.

Has he seen it? Is that what he’s getting at? Did he read through all eighteen chapters and meticulously pick out the remnants of him you pressed between the pages?

“Noya said it made him cry,” you eventually reply.

Tsukishima signals for another drink. He takes two flutes from the server, handing one to you. You accept it with a soft ‘thanks’, hoping he didn’t notice the tremor in your fingers. “Nishinoya-san cried when he found out swans can be gay,” he points out.

“You cried at The Land Before Time”.

“What kind of cold hearted bastard doesn’t cry at The Land Before Time?”

Laughter bubbles up in your chest as the initial dread ebbs away and the tension seeps from your shoulders. Tsukishima dips his chin, a small smile as he mutters, “That’s better”.

In the centre of the hall Tanaka cradles Kiyoko in his arms, now surrounded by clusters of their loved ones whirling with their own partners, a hurricane of colour and laughter and love. Tsukishima observes them with a solemn gleam in his eye. That could’ve been us, his heart says in chorus with your own.

“Do you remember that time we danced together in third year, at the summer festival? I tried to kiss you and gave you a nosebleed”.

“I remember”.

Your gaze drops to the bottom of your glass. At the time you had been mortified. Now it’s a story you would share at your own wedding table. The thought cleaves your heart in half.

“Do you remember the song that was playing?”

“Why are you bringing this up?” Tsukishima snaps. “Yes, I remember everything. I couldn’t forget even if I wanted to. Happy?”

There’s a surge of something devastating in your chest, like love and heartbreak all at once, strong enough that you feel as if your ribs might splinter just to make room for it. But they don’t—and you don’t, because you’ve felt this before, and your body remembers.

You remember.

Suddenly the room is too hot, and the music is too loud. “Sorry. I’ll be back in a minute,” you murmur, pushing your chair back and getting to your feet.

“Wait,” in one short breath there are long, calloused fingers circling your wrist. You do wait. Tsukishima hesitates, the pressure elevates, and as you lean away your palm slips into his, skin kissing skin. Then he’s standing, towering over you. “I’ll come with you. I know a place that’s quiet”.

Tsukishima does not let go of your hand, and you don’t let go of his. He walks a few steps ahead guiding you through the throngs of people. Some familiar heads turn, their attention drawn immediately to the place where your bodies meet, and shooting you various looks of encouragement or confusion. Yamaguchi sees you pass and his mouth splits into a grin so wide that his eyes crinkle.

You’re not sure where it is he’s taking you, only that his promise of finding quiet is true. The cacophony simmers and soon enough the festivities are muffled entirely. Just when you think you’ve wound up at the end of a corridor it curves, leading to a pair of french doors. “Come on,” Tsukishima ushers you out onto a balcony.

What you’re greeted by makes your breath catch. The world as it is around you comes to a standstill, the fabric of reality peeling away. An orange yolk dips below the horizon and the sunset hour drapes across the ostensibly endless meadow hidden behind the Karumai Gardens. Rolls of grass sway in the wind, peppered with wildflowers of every shade.

You move to stand at the balcony’s edge. Tsukishima drops his hand, and your fingers curl into your palm. The shadows grow longer, the air cooler. The evening insects begin to sing. You’re warmed still by the wine thrumming in your bloodstream.

“Hey, Tsukki?”

He comes to stand beside you, folding his arms atop the wall. “Don’t call me that”.

“Oh,” you swallow against the swell in your throat. “Sorry, Tsukishima”.

Tsukishima’s expression twists into a scowl. There’s a blush creeping toward his ears. “I didn’t mean that,” he says. You blink and wait for him to elaborate, which only flusters him further. He stares stubbornly at the border. “Just—call me as you normally would. Anything else sounds wrong in your mouth”.

The name leaves you in an instant. Hushed—not whispered, “…Kei”.

He makes an inquisitive noise, strangled as it is.

“You didn’t say what you thought of it,” you continued. “My book”.

You feel a rush of adrenaline when Kei doesn't answer immediately, unable to read his expression. “Good,” he says, veiled indifference belied by the restless twisting of a cufflink between his forefinger and thumb. “It was good”.

“Well, that’s practically a Pulitzer recommendation coming from you”.

“Shut up,” he huffed, gaze flitting across your face and dropping to your tentative, uncertain beginning of a smile. He wets his lips and glances away. Heartened, both by the alcohol and his reciprocation, you press closer in small increments, and Kei flowers under your gentle persuasion, like he always used to.

“This okay?”

In lieu of a reply you are ensconced by a warm, firm chest and two strong arms around your back that show no sign of withdrawing. The low timbre of his voice vibrates under your cheek, “Who was it for?”

“Hm?”

“The book. You dedicated it to someone”.

You exhale, squeezing your eyes shut. You’re glad, in part, that he can’t see the emotion written plainly on your face. “Nobody,” you answer lightly, angling to position your ear right over his beating heart. “Just an ex. You don’t know him”.

“Right,” Kei says, drawing out the ‘l’ the way he does when conceding a point he knows he’s correct about. It sounds so fond that you want to curl up where you’re resting, like some benevolent cat. “Guy must’ve been a dick”.

“I was too. We made a lot of mistakes, I think,” you say. If nothing came of this you would at least be able to revisit it; to pick at the scab and stop the wound from closing over too soon. There’s comfort in that. You crane your head and meet his gaze, nervous but unwavering. “But even if he was kind of a dick, I miss him a lot”.

“Yeah?” his eyes soften, half lidded and dark. “He misses you too”.

“He told you that, did he?” your mouth trembles. Kei dips to bring your foreheads together, and the hard frame of his glasses bumps your eyebrow. You share a shaky exhale of laughter.

“I’m sorry,” he mutters, brow pinched with regret. Again, “I’m sorry. I know I fucked up”.

You feel your jaw quiver. The familiar burn behind your eyes. Tears so close you can taste them. “We both did. Don’t shoulder the blame on your own”.

“But I made you feel lonely,” he says.

You tuck your chin and whisper, “Yes”.

His fingers splayed across your cheek, pinky tucked beneath your jaw as he cradled your face in his hand, tilting until you’re staring back at the reflection in his pupils. Puffy and damp, eyelashes clumped with tears. What a sight.

Kei strokes his thumb in an arc beneath your eye. A tear beads on his nail, slipping into the crook of his hand. The inexpressible tenderness is overwhelming yet you are underwhelmed by the inaction. You can’t find it in yourself to be embarrassed by the whine in your voice as you ask, “Are you going to kiss me?”

“Demanding as ever. What happened to ‘please’?” he murmurs. And then he kisses you.

It is slow at first, hesitant, leaving room for you to pull away. But with every languid movement of Kei’s lips came a sweet affirmation, that which you took and took until you no longer felt unworthy of receiving it. His hand flutters at your waist. You take a shuddered breath, pressing closer into his embrace and deepening the kiss. In his distraction you take him by the wrist, encouraging him to touch. There’s an immediate, reverent grip at your hip, kneading over your clothes.

This is what you’d been longing for. The feeling you couldn’t transpose; that which people have long tried to capture. The esoteric, giddy anticipation and joy that bubbled between two people on the precipice of something bigger than themselves. Even with an affinity for stringing words together you are scarcely able to describe it. Immense and overwhelming, light and dark, tender and everything in between.

Kei pulls away for breath with a low, vibrating hum, wearing a smile that you thought you’d never see outside of your memories. Almost boyish when he looks at you. The distance is an inch too many but it is just that—an inch. “Eager,” he teases, only to kiss you again, twice as eager.

For as long as you can remember, you’ve loved love stories.

But love doesn’t only exist in stories.

You remember that, now.

#hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei x reader #haikyu x reader

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taintedtort · 22 days

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Hihii...!!! i really love ur HCs and i wanted to ask if you're comfortable with these types of character writing, what r ur headcanons on kenma, kuro, tsuki n maybe suna would act when they're drunk ? like would they be a bit different than their usual self ? sorry to ask a lot but im more curious on ur thoughts on kenma ;; .. write whatever u can, idm ! thank u ehehe have a good one ! >_< <3

" LET'S GET DRUNK! "

summary. they’re drunk lolz

characters. kenma, kuroo, tsukishima

warnings. afab!reader, drinking/alcohol, post timeskip!!!^^

a/n. yesss i love kenma, many thoughts on him!! he’s my favorite!!! didn’t add suna because i don’t really know his character that well :( added a kenma bonus to make up for it tho!

KENMA

☆ i think he’d be a sleepy drunk. he's out as soon as his head hits any soft surface— maybe even before! i feel like he also acts grumpier, mumbling complaints when you wake him up and try to move him (he was passed out on your shoulder in the car, you have to get him to bed!)

☆ his face gets kinda pink, like he’s blushing. he’s pale, so it’s more noticeable than it would be on someone else. his eyes get droopy and his face sort of relaxes, so he looks mean and tired.

☆ he stubbles slightly, but he surprisingly manages to maneuver himself pretty well for a drunk person. just don’t ask him to do a cartwheel or anything… he couldn’t even do one of those while sober.

☆ he doesn’t drink often, so he’s a light weight… plus he’s skinny and on the smaller side, so he doesn’t have to drink much to get a buzz. he’s usually responsible though, but sometimes he celebrates too hard (with a bit of a push from kuroo)

☆ he doesn’t get any more talkative, but he’s less filtered that normal. i don’t think he’d be too flirty or mean, but if he got drunk enough he may compliment you a couple times.

BONUS:

☆ the type to get so drunk he forgets who you are. you come find him to pick him up after someone called you, and he’s face down on the table. you nudge him, trying to gently guide him to stand, but he’s immediately swatting you away, grumbling about how he has a girlfriend.

"leave m' alone— got a girlfriend already," he slurs, raising his head to drunkenly glare at you. his eyes narrow further when you laugh.

"kenma… i’m you’re girlfriend," you tell him, always finding it a bit amusing when he gets this drunk. he’s not too much of a hassle though, since he usually knocks right out when you get home and tuck him in.

he's silent for a moment, just staring at you up and down. he wears the same expression he has whenever he buys a new video game, excited and in awe.

"really…?" he asks, a hopeful tone in his voice. now that he’s looking at you… you are really pretty. he really hopes you're his girlfriend.

"yes, really. i’m gonna take you home, okay? cmon," you urge, gently grabbing his arm and helping him stand. he complies this time, his eyebrows raising.

"we live together?" he questions, the situation just getting better and better to him.

"we do," you confirm, another giggle leaving you. it doesn’t really hurt your feelings that he doesn’t remember, you find it more amusing and entertaining than anything.

"… im so lucky," you hear him whisper under his breath, looking at you as you guide him to the car.

KUROO

☆ he'd be a funny drunk i think… a bit of a handful, and is entertaining at first, but eventually gets annoying. his emotions kind of double when he’s intoxicated, and he’s also kind of erratic. really energetic after his first few drinks, but if he’s extra drunk, he’s more emotional.

☆ his eyes get a little watery, but that’s about it. he actually looks more lively while he’s drunk, because he makes more facial expressions.

☆ he can’t stand straight at all, especially if he’s had more than a couple drinks. needs support to walk, otherwise he'll fall. he’s heavy though, and puts majority of his weight on you, so sometimes you end up falling anyway.

☆ he can handle his alcohol pretty well. takes him a few drinks to get a buzz, but he doesn’t usually stop there. mostly drinks to celebrate things, or at parties. never drinks alone, that’s just boring and sad to him.

☆ probably asks you random stupid questions like "what number am i?" or "what animal would i be?" (follows up that second question with "would you still love me if i was that animal?")

☆ i think he’s more talkative, but he speaks faster and his words are kinda jumbled, so it’s hard to understand him sometimes. he gets a lot more sappy, constantly complimenting you and telling you that he loves you (he does that all the time already)

"y're sooo pretty, love you s' much."

TSUKISHIMA

☆ not that much different than when he’s sober, honestly. he gets more mellow, surprisingly, though it might be because alcohol makes him a little sleepy, similar to kenma. he isn’t quick to fall asleep, but he’s not energetic and jumping around.

☆ his face is more relaxed, which makes him look even more intimidating and mean. his eyes get a little red around the edges, but that’s mostly it.

☆ stubbles quite a bit and holds things for support. if you try to help him, he’ll snip and you and complain that he doesn’t need your help to walk. (he does, and eventually gives in and leans on you a bit when he almost falls on his face)

☆ also a lightweight. doesn’t go drinking unless he’s invited, and even then he’s usually the designated driver. on top of that, he hates being hung over, and he hates throwing up, so he rarely gets super drunk. kuroo tries to persuade him sometimes, but the most he gets his a little tipsy.

☆ probably gets into debates with people about certain topics that he likes, arguing with them about facts and opinions. he usually wins. even when he’s drunk, he’s still quick witted.

☆ he fights you on everything, insisting he’s fine and "not drunk" whenever you try to help him. you end up ignoring his complaints and just assist him with changing and getting into bed anyway. he’s asleep pretty quickly, especially if you run his back/scalp.

"i don’t need help— i'm not even that drunk!"

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dolliestfairy · 9 months

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𔓘 Tw : Yandere, Dark Content, Spiritual Relationship, Jealousy, the word 'Rot' Mentioned, unholy thoughts, Virginity-take, Dubcon, Marriage, Unwanted pregnancy at the end (?) lmk if i miss anything. Chubby Reader Fics with no Skintone of Reader mentioned.

Do not cross any further Boundaries if this isnt your cup of tea. Dont like it? just block.

thinking abt yandere spirit who are in love with chubby!soft!witch!reader.

Yandere spirit who spending his after-death life with regret because he really blame himself for not meeting you early enough to fuck your fat pussy.

Yandere spirit who is sooo eager to fuck you, seeing you go around with your tight dress that almost made your asscheeks and boobs go explode expose.

Yandere spirit who ask you to do something with him just so he can touch you like a human does.

Yandere spirit who is soo jealous when other people start to touching you without your constent at all. guess someone is going to get hunted this night huh?

Yandere spirit who likes to touch your thights when you were sleeping. putting his hands into your thights while rubbing it softly. as he drown himself in with thoughts of how your soft body texture would feel around his hands.

Yandere spirit who wished you to be dead sooner with him just so you can be together with him forever. seeing other people trying to get into you closer making him gawk.

Yandere spirit who soon enough -- declares a Marriage between you and him in a Village of Spirit or what-so-ever.

Yandere spirit who swears on his life and after-dead life that he would always be there for you even when his flesh was rotting. well i mean.. his flesh was rotting only for you too.

Yandere spirit who cant even explain with words how happy he was when his fingers start to opened up your fatty pussy, as his heads start to move forward to it while his tongue is out -- ready to eat his after-dead meal.

and after all of that dead dreams of his, we finally met to the end; he claimed all of your maidenhood. all of it, all the things you dont know about -- to all the things about sex that was quite popular in the time where he was once lived. where he was once have a dream to try it out, but sadly enough the reaper was fast enough to grab his lifefull soul. and now, its his turn -- as he grab all your maidenhoods that night. and at the early morning, where a blessing from a devils arrived. where you would find the shock of the news that you are carrying his baby just at that moment. yes, your baby. you and his baby. the dead 's baby.

NANAMI, KAISER, Itoshi Brothers, Itto, XIAO, SCARAMOUCHE, Shibura, SEMI EITA, jiraiya, Sugawara, Tsukishima Kei, KAGEYAMA TOBIO, Itachi, CHOSO, Megumi, Gojo, MADARA, Hashirama, DEIDARA, Sasori, Al-Haitam, ZHONGLI, CHILDE, Kaeya, QIN SHI HUANG, Poseidon, OBITO, Kakashi, ALEC, Jack The Ripper, DOUMA, ENMU, Akaza, Muzan, SAKAMAKI AYATO, SAKAMAKI LAITO, Mukami Kou, Sakamaki Reiji, Oikawa, & SHIGARAKI.

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theantichrists-blog · 1 year

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You giving head under the table

!!! NSFW !!!

Shoyo Hinata:

- - > He blushes so much at you

- - > ULTIMATE SUB

- - > he’s somewhat vocal, he likes to whimper with his hand over his face

- - > If he gets cocky he will push your head down further

- - > “Y-y/n- G-od you feel so good” he responds, letting some moans spill out of his lips as he tries to keep his mouth shut

- - > he stutters a lot, most people could tell what’s going on

- - > he has a habit of tilting his head back

Tobio Kagayama:

- - > He blushes so much at your action and instantly places a hand on your head, ruffling his fingers through your hair so he has control

- - > “B-Boke!” he says while trying to hold back his moans

- - > his eyes like to roll back

- - > He isn’t very vocal until you lick the bottom of his dick

- - > he loves to push your head down but if you ask him not to he won’t

- - > Dom unless you can get to tease him but if you do that’s your grave your digging

Kei Tsukishima:

- - > He has a bad habit of bucking his hips

- - > He loves it when you place your hands on his thighs while giving

- - > “Pips-squeak.. Keep going please”

- - > this will be the only time you hear him say please

- - > Surprisingly a switch

Kōshi Sugawara:

- - > Blushy little boy

- - > He’s a dom when you tease him but usually he’s a sub

- - > “My l-little dove” he says as he pushes your head down further, and with his other hand he caresses your jawline

- - > full on 10’, 10.5’ if you really get him up

Daichi Sawamura:

- - > He will bite the back of his hand to cover up his whimpers

- - > Dom until you do this to him

- - > “ D-Doll.. Please be gentle” He says as he caressed your cheek, and his other hand covering his face

- - > he lives for when you lick the underside of his cock

Yū Nishinoya:

- - > He’s vocal but he mostly grunts when you do this (you’ve done it before)

- - > He’s a switch but more than half the time a soft dom

- - > “N/nnie~” you hear Noya whine while his head faces at his paper

- - > loves it when you suck the tip

Asahi Azumane:

- - > When i tell you this boy blushes and barely makes noise, I MEAN HE BLUSHES AN-

- - > total sub, he loves it when you ride him

- - > “O-Oh go-od” you hear Asahi cough out, his hair almost falling out of his bun. Asahi placed his hand through your hair.

- - > all you need to do is just be gentle and slow with him

Tetsurō Kuroo:

- - > Kuroo is usually vocal, but this, he coughs when he almost moans

- - > you are in trouble if you do this to him, he is total dom, he’s in charge

- - > “M-mm~ Kitten~” you hear Kuroo grunt out lowly, his hand cupping his mouth to muffle himself

- - > this boy loves to receive, just wait til he gives you some, that tongue works wonders

Morisuki Yaku:

- - > He may be short but THIS MAKES UP FOR IT

- - > he’s a switch, what else did you expect from him?

- - > all you hear is a low groan come from him, “I-I’m gonna cum” come out of his lips faintly, only to where you could hear

- - > get ready to chug that

Kenma Kozume :

- - > sassy boy, he loves control

- - > dom, with enough begging he will be a sub but other than that he’s a dom

- - > “Y-you just love my attention don’t you?~” You hear kenma whisper to you as he lays his head down on his desk

- - > he a big boy

Kōtarō Bokuto:

- - > VOCAL VOCAL VOCAL I SAY

- - > this boy will just pick you up and walk out to rail you- i mean what?-

- - > “My little owl~ your taking me so well~” you hear Bokuto whisper out as he laces his fingers in between your hair

- - > he loves caressing your cheek when you give him a blow

Yūji Terushima:

- - > now i wouldn’t have taken him to be one to be a little blushy boy

- - > switch, sub sometimes because he’s to lazy but dom when he wins a match or loses

- - > “o-oh your mouth feels so good around me~” you hear Yūji say to you

- - > expect a vibrating tongue piercing from him in the near future

Shinsuke Kita:

- - > his face DROPS, did not expect this

- - > dom, imma just say it briefly

- - > “mmm~” you hear from Kita, that low groan from him as you hum around him making him shiver in pleasure

- - > look all you have to do to make him cum so fast is hum, or place your hands on his thighs

Atsumu Miya:

- - > vocal, Vocal, VOCAL

- - > now i haven’t seen someone more of a sub than him-

- - > “A-ah Y/nnieee~ be careful~” you hear the twin say as you suck on his tip

- - > fun fact he wants to have a threesome with you and his brother to see you get your holes filled- what- uhm nothing!

Rintarō Suna:

- - > his eyes roll to the back of his head while he leaves his head back- like you can see it

- - > Switch, only because he’s a lazy fuck but sometimes he has the motivation

- - > “j-just like that~” you hear Suna mumble, you hear his voice rumble to where you can feel it in your mouth

- - > He is huge, making you gag with tear streams down your face, mascara messed up- ok i need to stop

Osamu Miya:

- - > LOVES THIS

- - > total dom, he’s the opposite of his brother, he loves to fuck you

- - > “take it all in baby~” you hear the Miya whisper lightly to when’re no one else can hear it, his hands behind his head

- - > He’s hung, like 3rd leg much?

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cottonlemonade · 20 days

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Hi there! could i get a medium to large mango with boba for tsukishima! i really love your work

Just A Dream

word count: 806 || avg. reading time: 3 mins.

pairing: post-time skip husband Tsukishima x chubby!Reader

genre: this has it all - for some reason, fluff, a pinch of angst and a dash of spice

warnings: mdni, nsfw

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Kei woke with a start. Fumbling fingers reached for the glasses on his nightstand. It was absurd, of course you‘d lay next to him when he turned around. Right? He swallowed and looked over to the other side of the bed. Sure enough, in the dark he could just make out your soft curves under the blanket, gently rising and falling in a deep peaceful sleep. He let out a sigh. It was just a dream. You hadn‘t really fought, he hadn‘t made you cry, you hadn‘t been disappointed in him. You hadn‘t left. But nevertheless, the panic in his chest felt real. He should make sure to prevent his nightmare from ever becoming reality. What an absurd thought. Or was it?

He leaned over and, his eyes now accustomed to the night, admired your features. The cute chubby cheeks all smooshed together, making you look impossibly adorable. How he ever got you to fall in love with him he‘d never know. He felt like going down that road of thought was not exactly safe for him. Your husband brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear and with a touch light as a feather kissed your temple before getting out of bed.

First things first.

He headed to the kitchen to grab some water, emptying the cup in deep gulps, feeling his pulse settling down.

Quietly, he reached into the cupboards to set the table for breakfast the next morning and once he was satisfied with his work, grabbed his phone. He had used this service many times before but it had probably been months since the last time he even got you flowers. He bit his lips, scolding himself, as he selected a bouquet of your favorites to be sent to your office some time next week as a surprise. Then he stood in the dimly lit living room, looking around for inspiration. What else could he do? What would Tadashi or Akiteru do?

Didn‘t his friend just tell him last weekend that he always included a little love note in his wife‘s lunch box?

Now, Kei, as gifted of a man as he was, didn‘t cook that well. He was decent with ramen and could fry a mean egg but his skills were definitely not enough for a bento. Plus, technically it was Sunday tomorrow and it wouldn‘t make sense for the lunch box to sit around a whole day. But… he could do the love note. How cheesy. Would you even like it if he did? He sighed again. Only one way to find out. He rummaged around in his desk and found a little note pad you had gifted him as a joke last Valentine‘s day - two brachiosauruses forming a heart with their long necks. He cringed when he reached for a pen. But it had to be done. No stone should remain unturned in his endeavor to prove his love for you. With gritted teeth he wrote one note after another, but they all sounded too out there, too much, insincere.

So in the end after several crumpled dino post-its he wrote I love you, x K and, before he could change his mind, quickly stuck it into your day planner for you to find on Monday.

After another thorough check on the kitchen table to make sure he didn‘t forget any dishes, he made his way back to the bedroom. His feet, cold from the wooden floor, slipped underneath the blanket and he pulled you close to wipe away the very last remnants of panic clinging to his heart. You were right here in his arms, still asleep, still unbearably gorgeous. Kei buried his face in your hair and took a deep calming breath.

He supposed there was one more way he could show you his love tonight…

Kisses pressed to your shoulder and neck made you stir against him.

“Kei?“

You turned around, sleepily rubbing your eyes. He brought his hand from your hips up to your breasts and squeezed them gently, just the way you liked, ghosting his fingertips over your hardening nipples.

“Mmh… Kei… what?“

“I need you, sweetheart.“, he muttered. You couldn‘t know that he meant it in more ways than one.

You let out a tiny sleepy giggle. “Is that so? Well, no complaints here.“

He kissed you, elated when you immediately opened your mouth for him to deepen his affection.

“Can I … ah, y/n… can I be inside you?“

“As if I could ever say no to you…“

He raised your nightgown above your head, relishing in the sight before him - his beautiful naked wife smiling up at him.

When he entered you slowly a few moments later he felt beyond relieved. It had all just been a dream and yet, he still couldn‘t believe his luck.

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a/n: this one got away from me - I’m so sorry for the added angst! I hope it’s still fine. Thank you so much for your request and your kind words and I love your writing, too!! 🌱

for requests see here

#sunnys lemonade stand #tsukishima x chubby reader #haikyuu x chubby reader #chubby reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #tsukishima fluff #tsukki x chubby reader #tsukki smut #haikyuu tsukki #hq tsukki #tsukishima kei x chubby reader #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima smut #haikyuu tsukishima #tsukki x reader #tsukishima kei

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kentolove · 11 months

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“Darling, the rest of my body, it's yours”

— ‘The Place Where He Inserted The Blade’ by Black Country, New Road

He’s greedy.

Tsukishima has always known this. He yearns for power. On the court, his mind calculated each step to guarantee his success. His harsh words are perfectly curated and laced with poison.

He has always known that he is selfish.

His self-serving lifestyle, however, has never been applicable to you.

He gives you so much and hopes you take, take, take, until there is nothing more left. He shines for you and hopes that you bloom into something so magical. He loves you.

A lot more than you thought, apparently.

You stare at the velvety box in your hands. It’s so beautiful, so soft, and so expensive that you wonder whether the two of you can really afford what’s inside.

You think back to all the nights spent hungry in your little run down apartment. How you’d hold each other, promising a future filled with a stable two-story house and a belly full of food. Your mind runs to all those petty arguments started in the name of struggle and how many things you sacrificed to be where you are.

Your eyes water at the future that this small box holds.

You never meant to find it. It was innocence, really. Your hands wandered to his side of his closet, memories flooding in at every touch of fabric. The shirt he wore on your first date. His favorite sweater—now covered in moth holes and stains of love. His high-school volleyball jersey, one that promised a brighter future than the one he lives in. The grey suit he wore on the day he met your parents.

Your hands linger on the soft fabric, slowly removing it from its hanger. It reminds you of shy smiles, uncharacteristic stutters, and young, innocent love. A time when Tsukishima's pride was almost suffocating, but when faced with your father, he was reduced to a quiet, love-stricken boy.

You hold the suit jacket close to your chest—up until you feel something in the pockets.

And that is what leads to you now—teary-eyed and calling so urgently for your lover.

"Kei?" You cry. Your voice is low and weak but he hears you. He always does.

His feet make their way over to you, finding you hunched up on the bedroom floor.

"Hey, what's wrong—" his words cut off as soon as he sees the small box in your hands. "Fuck."

You look up at him and Tsukishima feels like he's fallen all over again. "Is this mine?" You so kindly ask.

"Yeah. You weren't meant to find it, though."

He's soon at your level, thumbs rubbing away all the tears from your eyes. They fall and they fall until Tsukishima finally relents.

"I love you," you say. You drop both the box and his suit, your arms wrapped tightly around him.

He breathes out in relief. "I love you. A lot more."

You don't fight it. You let him hold you as you think about a forever with him.

"This isn't my proposal," he starts, "and fuck you for ruining the surprise."

He's greedy. Selfish and mean. But he is also your Kei. He'll make you his, for he is already yours.

#mine #another fic inspired by this song #tsukishima #tsukishima fluff #tsukishima x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader

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no1frogfan · 4 months

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In the wee small hours of the morning

Tsukishima Kei x gn reader

Word count: ~1k

Tags & warnings: fluff, a little angst but it's just soft pining Tsukki

Note: Idk it’s cold in the mornings now and that makes me think about him too much. Trying out a new header situation too, I guess?

“Tsukki?”

A confused rasp stills him as he’s pacing through the living room, down the hall, and back up again. Outlined by the flickering tv screen, he sees a nest of hair poke up over the back of the couch.

“Y’ok?”

The gravelly timbre of your exhaustion weighs down each syllable, the edges of each word melding into one another over the tinny sound of some cooking show rerun.

After weeks together, the two of you have finally grown accustomed to sharing space. The living room is evidence of that — his half-built lego set, your cups (yes, multiple cups) of water, his clean jerseys, both your books, they all lay strewn across its surfaces. Kei’s finally stopped cloistering himself in his room, and you, you’ve moved past the pretense, no longer tip-toeing around him or bothering to look “presentable” around the house (not that he ever cared).

Actually, he likes you better like this — mussed hair, ratty house clothes, unguarded, at ease. It’s a secret little sliver of you that nobody else gets to see and he wants to hold it tight against his chest.

Instead of answering you, Tsukishima rubs his bleary eyes.

He’s been drifting through the apartment a lot these days, mostly in the early hours. Restless. Cold.

His toes are freezing and the tips of his fingers are icy as he curls them into his palms. You keep the apartment too chilly for him, but he never touches the thermostat. Not when you always look so inviting, all cozy and bundled in an oversized blanket. Yes, inviting. Even now, when you’re clearly pissed that you’re still awake, and so worn out that your face is crumpled into a tight grimace.

Three days ago, he admitted to himself that he’s hurtled past the line of friendship with you.

If he’s honest, he passed it a long time ago, and living with you has only forced him to come to terms with that fact. He’s sprinted far beyond a passing crush, barreling straight into whatever this is. Whatever it is that has you swimming across the inside of his eyelids whenever he closes his eyes. Whatever it is that compels him to pace the length of your apartment at night, slowing his steps when he nears your door, lifting his hand to the doorknob before hastening away, only to spin around the next minute and do it all over again.

It’s not cowardice. It’s not. It’s just…

Tsukishima stares at your huddled form. There’s a hint of impatience in the tilt of your chin, but mostly, you look concerned. Beneath your joking barbs and prickly exterior, you’ve always been concerned about him. That’s why he’s even here, trying not to inconvenience you further while his landlord fixes the leak in his apartment. It was supposed to take a few days, then a week, but now it’s been almost a month with no news, and he thinks he should just find a new place to live. But even when he’s snippy and seething about the whole thing, you’ve been gentle with him, letting him stay in your office-slash-guest room without paying a cent of rent (though he’s tried to insist on it many times), and bringing home treats to share after work (“They were having a sale!”).

It wouldn’t be right to force his feelings on you when you’ve been nothing but generous.

(What he can’t admit is that he doesn’t want this to end, for you to shut the door on whatever this is, once and for all.)

Plus, he’s seen you with Tadashi and Yachi and even Kyoutani, and you’re like that with all your friends. It’s not like you’re sweet on him. You’re just sweet. But he’s not sure how much longer he can stand to be stuck in limbo, unable to tell you and unable to not tell you.

The heat finally kicks on and Kei’s reminded that he’s cold. Freezing, actually, and haggard from lack of sleep. But he also puts on a bit of a show, rubbing his arms and shivering theatrically (why, he’s not sure).

“You’re cold,” you state dumbly, after staring at him for too long. “Do you want…?”

There’s less hesitation in your voice than he expects as you sit up a little to lift the corner of the blanket.

Maybe exhaustion was the final push he needed. He rushes over — before you change your mind (before he changes his) — and slips under the blanket.

Stiffening, you utter a bewildered noise.

Ah, shit.

Shit. Maybe not. Did he- You were offering the blanket to him, not telling him to get in with you. Obviously. Obviously. Fuck. Should he double down? Should he back off? Should he-

You stir again, and the weight of your head drops heavy onto his shoulder. (Is this…?) Tsukishima hardly dares to breathe as you pull him close and cradle your hands against his chest. He’s lightheaded, giddy as he tucks in the edges of the blanket, making sure to completely cover you both. He’s careful with his ice-cold hands, too, avoiding your bare skin as he wraps his arms around you.

Your exhales fan hot against the crook of his neck, and slowly, slowly, they deepen.

Eventually, drowsiness overcomes him too. After the frantic pattering of his heart has subsided, and after the bright red flush on his cheeks has faded. After the feathery wisps of dawn unfurl from behind the curtains, he cracks his heavy eyelids open one last time to look down at you, nestled tightly against him. Your face is slack, your lips gently parted, chest rising and falling in time with his.

Kei knows that tomorrow, when you’ve both had a good night’s sleep, you’ll have to talk about this.

He tightens his hold.

Tomorrow, whatever this is, you’ll cross that bridge together.

#tsukishima kei #tsukishima x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #froggy scribbles

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niikosia · 4 months

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; y/n became a pornstar because of suna rintarou.

synopsis: y/n's and her brother lost a poker match against the japanese volleyball players and now she got ganged up by kageyama tobio, tsukishima kei, and suna rintarou while getting filmed.

warning: foursome, gang bang, finger-fucking, anal fucking, throat fucking, tits play, nipple play, vaginal penetration, throat goat, finger penetration, live sex, film sex, voyeurism, humiliation, dirty talks, calling names such as: slut, whore, bitch.

I shut my eyes tightly while instinctively biting my lower lip, overwhelmed by the sensation that surged through me when Kageyama Tobio's adept tongue gently fondled my gauzy clit. As his tongue explored the sensitive region, an electrifying tingling began to spread through my entire body, leaving me quivering with a luscious weakness. My breath hitched, and a soft moan escaped me, barely audible, every time his warm tongue made contact with my throbbing clit, causing me to arch my back in delectation.

However, amidst the intense pleasure, Kageyama's hands firmly pressed against me, urging me to remain still. His muffled voice breathed out a command as he continued to expertly pleasure my swollen clit, "Don't move." And with those words hanging in the air, he skillfully slid his tongue into my already dripping wet slit.

I uttered his name, "Tobio", in a soft moan, expressing a mixture of pleasure and longing. My fingers tightened their hold on his navy blue bedsheet, feeling its soft fabric caress my palms.

I felt my thighs shaking uncontrollably as his tongue delicately ventured within me, savoring the sensation like it was the most exquisite treat. Simultaneously, his hands slithered up towards my chest, caressing it with a sensuality that sent shivers down my spine. He tenderly squeezed my breast, causing me to instinctively roll my eyes back in pleasure, all while I could feel the weakening effect his touch had on my entire body.

As I sensually pressed my feet against his t-shirt, an indescribable pleasure overwhelmed me, causing unruly moans to escape my lips. The sensation intensified as my toes instinctively curled, responding to Kageyama's actions. In a moment of passion, he shook his head and assertively squeezed my nipples, sending waves of ecstasy through my body. The intense pleasure caused my back to arch, undulating with each motion, while I could sense his intense gaze fixed upon me as he deftly pleasured me with his tongue.

It was an implausible celestial and transcendental encounter, as I found myself gazing skyward in sheer ecstasy. The ardor of his oral exploration left me utterly pleased, and my pleasure consumed me as I could not resist exclaiming his name amidst the breathtaking celestial sights. The stars twinkled above, the galaxy stretched out before me, and the ethereal beauty of the Milky Way entwined with the heavenly presence of the diety. synchronous, my tits danced delightfully as Kageyama artfully indulged in fondling and caressing them.

I let out a startled cry, my voice filled with a mixture of astonish and satisfaction, as Kageyama's tongue began to move in a swirling motion inside my already wet and aroused core. The intense sensation caused me to instinctively grasp onto his hair, my fingers tightly entwined in his locks, as I attempted to communicate my desire for him to pause. However, in that very moment, Kageyama understood, without any verbal exchange, that I did not want him to cease his actions.

I must say, this crazy sensation I'm currently experiencing surpasses any other I've ever encountered during my entire stay in Japan thus far. As I delicately arched my back, an astonishing surprise awaited me, causing my eyes to widen in startled: a pair of fingers began sensually caressing and stimulating my clitoris, leaving me breathless with pleasure, while simultaneously being accompanied by the heat of his saliva as it intimately touched my sensitive area.

"Tsukishima move!" Kageyama emitted a low, guttural growl as Tsukishima Kei hastened the speed at which he intertwined his fingers

"Fuck you tellin' me? You're literally sipping all the juices that's coming out from her all because I was playing with this little thing." As Tsukishima's fingers grazed my clitoris, a surge of pleasure engulfed me, evoking a gentle moan to escape my lips, while simultaneously, my nipples became erect and sensitive under his skillful touch. Meanwhile, Kageyama attentively attended to my nipples, neatly massaging and squeezing them with his nimble fingers, heightening the sensations coursing through my body.

As my head was gently tilted by a hand, I couldn't help but notice Tsukishima, wearing a mischievous smirk, observing my reaction. His fingers were teasingly toying with my tongue, while Tobio was passionately pleasuring me. Consequently, my breasts were being sensually squeezed by his hands. All the while, I found myself unable to tear my gaze away from Tsukishima, who was also captivated by our intimate encounter.

"Hey slut," Tsukishima called out for me. "You like getting toyed by your brother's friends?" With a mischievous tone, he inquired before moving closer towards my face and playfully deposited his saliva onto my lips, which he subsequently spread using his fingers.

My body felt an overwhelming surge of sensations as Tsukishima placed his fingers vigorously in my mouth, causing me to choke, and my eyes coerced rolled back in response. Meanwhile, Kageyama proceeded to slip two of his fingers inside my pussy, evoking a sudden mixture of pleasure. Simultaneously, he deftly inserted a single finger into my rear, sending shivers of delight and excitement through my body. This intense combination of stimuli resulted in my body trembling uncontrollably, overwhelmed by the unexpected rush of pleasure.

With tears streaming down my face, I wept out, "S-stop." Tsukishima gazed at me with a docile expression and asked, "Wouldn't a slut like you wants to get finger fuck your three holes?"

As their fingers explored every inch of my body, a wave of tension surged through me, causing my muscles to tighten involuntarily. Overwhelmed by the intense sensations, tears welled up in my eyes as Kei ventured deeper with his fingers, penetrating my throat, while Kageyama skillfully extended his tongue inside me. The combination of Tsukishima's rhythmic pumping and Kageyama's tantalizing movements sent waves of pleasure coursing through my core, leaving me in a state of blissful surrender.

My entire body was gripped by rhythmic movements, causing me to uncontrollably tremble, as I experienced the intrusion of another set of fingers penetrating my pussy, forcefully expanding its walls. In my state of vulnerability, I instinctively called out "K-kageyama!" unable to defend myself against these two assholes who smiled timidly, voyeuristically observing me as I lay on the bed, merely a plaything in their hands.

Tsukishima sat on the other side of me, and Kageyama got up and sat next to me. They began sticking their fingers inside of me, making me cry with pleasure. "Fuck, use that useless hands, whore!" The king, Kageyama, angrily exclaimed, pumping his fingers in and out of me, while Tsukishima simply grinned at the way I was treated.

As I sensually ran my hands along their erect members, a soft whimper escaped their lips, enhancing the intensity of the moment. With a seductive bite on my lower lip, I skillfully caressed their throbbing shafts, gently gliding my fingers up and down their lengths. The sensation intensifying, their hands responded with a newfound urgency, desperately attempting to maintain control over my fervent grip.

"Tsu- Tob- aagghh!"

Tsukishima laughed as Suna said while filming me getting fingered by these two Karasuno boys "Look, the slut of Karasuno doesn't even know which name she's gonna moan."

I cursed in frustration as their gaze widened and their pleasure intensified when I firmly grasped their manhood, and one of them unintentionally discovered the exact spot I had been longing for. As their four fingers penetrated me, I felt my self-control slipping away. In a moment of ecstasy, I involuntarily shook my head, and Tsukishima found amusement in my unrestrained response as I playfully teased the tip of his cock. He gleefully taunted me by extending both his middle and index fingers to stimulate my G-spot.

I felt my throat tightening again as Tsukishima removed his finger from my mouth and replaced it with something much larger – a massive cock belonging to Suna Rintaro. Suna, unexpectedly, positioned himself above my head and forcefully began thrusting his manhood into my mouth. It was as if he was treating my mouth as a rubber pussy, and the sensation caused me to gag and drool uncontrollably. To make matters more intense, Suna was even filming the explicit act, capturing the moment his cock reached the depths of my throat.

He's sticking his big ass dick in my throat and fucking me on camera while the three of them were chuckling like how they like seeing me in this state.

Suna's lips curled into an amused smile as he witnessed the reaction unfolding before him. My eyes instinctively rolled back, overwhelmed by the intense sensations surging through my body as his member occupied my throat. A mixture of pain and pleasure, tears welled up in my eyes, silently streaming down my cheeks. Meanwhile, Kageyama's teeth grazed against my sensitive nipple, teasingly nibbling on it, while Tsukishima skillfully lavished attention on my other nipple, sending waves of bliss coursing through every fiber of my being. The combination of their ministrations rendered me ecstatically delirious, every touch pushing me further into a transcendent state of pleasure.

My hands made rhythmic taps on different surfaces. Suddenly, I experienced a sensation as a scorching tongue delicately grazed my intimate area, prompting an immediate and intense release of pleasure that resulted in a spontaneous squirting. This unexpected occurrence abruptly halted our actions and captured the attention of Miya Atsumu, whose face bore witness to this intimate moment. Tsukishima, attempting to stifle his laughter, struggled to maintain composure, but soon the both of them' expressions turned serious as Atsumu confidently rose to his feet, positioning himself right between my trembling thighs.

"What a fucking disrespectful bitch you are." Atsumu forcefully pushed my legs apart and began masturbating himself, before vigorously thrusting his large member deep inside me. The pain from his penetration was excruciating, but I had no choice but to endure it. Meanwhile, the other three in the room carried on with whatever the fuck they are doing with my body, seemingly unaffected by my presence. The entire ordeal was being recorded, capturing every explicit detail of me being penetrated by these volleyball players. It was a humiliating situation that I found myself in, all because I lost a poker match that we had played earlier.

As Rintarou filmed me getting lewd with him and his friends, I'm going to be the popular girl in Japan again.

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revasserium · 1 year

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reqs are open :)

the butterfly effect

tsukishima; 1,285 words; fluffy as all living fuck

he has always noticed the little things - the deep, rumbling hunger of the earth, the repeating shuffle of the summer wind, the soft tectonic movements of falling leaves, the velocities of birdsong. and even though he’d never admit it out loud (alright, maybe once or twice to yamaguchi, but does that even count?), he thinks that these are the important things. things that normal people wouldn’t notice, things that normal people take for granted.

“well, it’s just a high school club.”

is it?

“ah, i’m the normal guy, nice to meet you.”

are you?

after the match, you find him hunched over the basin in the boy’s bathroom, panting, his bandaged fingers clutching at the time-stained ceramic, his shoulders shaking as he tries to relearn the meaning of breath, of air, of only and just.

“you’re a liar,” you say, leaning against the bathroom door, keeping it propped open with your shoulder.

“and you’re not suppose to be in here,” he deadpans, glancing at you in the watermarked mirror. he sighs, splashing his face with his good hand before twisting off the faucet. slowly, he unbends himself, straightening up to his full height, dragging the back of his injured hand over his lips as he turns towards you.

“c’mon, they’ll be wondering where we are, and i don’t need anymore rumors of us dating going around school.”

his voice is calm, his expression neutral as he brushes passed you, but he doesn’t miss the way your eyes follow him like motion-based trackers; he can almost feel the crosshairs on his too-flushed cheeks, on his water-logged lashes. he turns back to raise an eyebrow. his heart is the flatline of an earthquake city, his stomach a tangle of twisted phone lines, all static and electricity and unsaid words.

“ah… so you have heard of them,” you muse even as you fall into step next to him.

he scoffs, running a hand through his sweat-slicked hair.

“people at school aren’t known for their tact, especially not about things like this.”

you grin, linking your hands behind your back as you dance three steps in front of him, reveling in the way he narrows his eyes, in the way his steps stutter. he isn’t the only one who’s learned to listen to the language of silence, to the spaces between the words that give them meaning, that make them whole.

“and by people you really mean the second years, right?”

tsukishima sighs, tugging off his sports glasses to polish the lenses with the edge of his sweat-soaked shirt. you watch as he diligently wipes down one lens, and then the other, before stretching it back over his head, adjusting the straps.

“well, tanaka and noya, first and foremost.”

your laughter shakes through him like silver bells. he thinks he’d never get tired of the sound, and suddenly, it is winter and the sky is dark and the first snow of the season is falling around you and you’re laughing, spinning in circles beneath the snow-drift sky, your face turned up to the heavens, arms stretched out as if you’re three seconds from taking flight —

“tsukki! look! look! snow!”

he resists the urge to smile so he rolls his eyes instead; his breath comes out in a puff of white and somewhere out there, he knows that a hundred thousand other kids just like them are lifting their faces, marveling at the falling snow. he knows that somewhere along a stretch of land only 73 miles wide in mexico, a hundred million monarch butterflies are settling in to roost for the winter, and that each flap of those hundred million wings might shake a summer storm into existence, somewhere down the line.

“yeah. i see it.”

but right here, right now, in this rapidly emptying gymnasium hall, filled with the effervescent echoes of teenage dreams, he wonders if you are the hurricane. if you are the summer storm, and he is just the seismograph doomed to record your wreckage.

“so, what are you gonna do about it?” you ask, as the both of you resume your walk down the hall, towards where you both know the team is waiting, the third years still crying, hinata still hollering, kageyama too bloated with happiness to tell him to shut the hell up, yamaguchi probably preening beneath the praise of all his teammates.

“about the rumors, or about us not actually dating?”

you purse your lips, you shrug, but you blush as well. he doesn’t miss the way your shoulders lift up towards your ears, sweet and shy as sunflowers reaching for the last drop of sunlight.

“either. both,” you turn with a devious grin and flash him a wink, and not for the first time, tsukishima thinks he feels that deep, rumbling hunger; he knows the repeating shuffle of his thoughts about you, the soft tectonic movements of your body and his.

he knows the velocity of your voice, the resonance of your smiles, the way it shakes loose the sky within him till he almost tastes that sweet first snow, all that wake and wonder.

“hm… i dunno. you did call me a liar earlier.”

his grin is savage, satisfied. he almost laughs as your entire body inflates with indignation. he wonders how long he can tease you for before you float right off the ground — someday, he wants to try.

“well you are.”

“what, by saying i was normal?”

“yes, and that this was just a club.”

he blinks, he didn’t know you’d remembered. but then again, he should’ve known.

“well. it is, and… i am.”

you frown, taking three steps closer, caging him in even though he knows that he’s got at least a foot over you — a whole head and a half taller, and still —

“liar,” you say.

“hm… and what are you gonna do about it?”

he knows it’s coming three seconds before it does, but it doesn’t feel any less shocking. the warmth of your lips on his, the half-stolen breath still poised in his chest, the widening of his eyes before they flutter closed. there are no fireworks, no explosions, no earthquakes or natural disasters. there’s just this moment, just him and you and your lips on his and —

you take half a step back.

he allows himself a smile.

because he’d never wanted them to just be rumors and he knew that he’d never, ever be considered normal. not by you, or him, or anyone else.

“ahhh… now you’ve done it,” he says, with a soul-rumbling sigh, reaching out to jab his finger into your cheek. he marvels at the way your eyes still widen, as if you never saw that coming.

“done what?” you ask, even as he reaches out to tug on the ends of your ponytail, making you laugh.

“tch. you know what,” he scoffs, tucking his hands into his pockets as he slinks passed you, his eyes cast up, his cheeks tingling with a blush he can’t quite tamp down. and when you hurry to catch up with him, bumping your arm into his, he doesn’t make to move away. instead, he bumps you back and basks in the way your footsteps sound, ringing out against the empty gymnasium halls.

because, sure, this might just be a high school relationship — or it just might be falling in love.

and as he reaches down, hesitates, and finally, finally grabs your hand, somewhere out there, he feels a butterfly flap its wings.

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tsukiasaurus · 1 year

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study buddies - pt 2

i decided that this needed a part 2, mainly because i wanna write some smut. this is not edited and also written on my phone so please take it easy on me

warnings: smut, slight exhibitionism (akiteru is in the other room), spit, nipple play, slight degradation, akiteru calls tsukki by a very dumb nickname, tsukki likes being called sir sorry I dont make the rules

minors DO NOT interact. please. go do ur homework or smth-

It had been roughly two weeks since you had last studied in the library with Tsukishima. You'd seen him in the halls, and he'd give you a smirk every so often or purposefully bump into you. You had thought he was joking when he first mentioned another study session at his place, but over the previous days, he'd gotten more adamant about meeting with you.

Your schedules had both conflicted with one another, so you had to actually wait the two weeks, but you didn't mind. It gave you time to prepare to go over his house. You weren't sure why, but the idea of studying at his house was slightly scary to you. You knew that he was a good guy (to you - you'd seen how angry he could get at the boys on the volleyball team) and would actually try and help you study.

You had been standing on the porch for a few minutes, weighing your options. If you knocked and Tsukishima answered, you'd greet him. If his mother answered, you'd panic. It was simple. Raising a shaky hand, you knocked on the door three times. You looked around, trying to figure out if there was a quick way out if this was in fact the wrong house.

The door opened, revealing a tall man with dirty blonde hair that hung on his forehead in small bangs. He wore a 'kiss the cook' apron and had a soft smile on his face. He had the same eyes as Tsukishima, but was much softer and seemed much nicer.

"Hey hun!" He greeted cheerfully. "Are you one of Kei's friends?"

You were sure that this was the wrong house. There was absolutely there was no way that Tsukishima was related to someone as kind looking as the man in front of you. You opened your mouth to say something, anything, in return, but nothing came out.

"Oh hey," Tsukishima said, walking up. "I was starting to think you weren't gonna show."

The man turned, gasping dramatically as he placed a hand over his heart.

"Does my widdle Kei-Kei have a girlfriend??" He cooed, pinching Tsukishima's cheeks. "Oh, I can't believe it! I thought for sure that I'd have a girlfriend before you!"

You picked at your bottom lip, attempting to wipe off the smile on your face. That had to be his brother. Anyone who dared call Tsukishima anything other than Tsukki or Tsukishima would be punched.

"She's not my girlfriend!" Tsukishima snapped, pushing his hand away. "And the reason you don't have a girlfriend is because you still live with mom even though you're like 4 years older than me!"

Ignoring their small argument, you look between the two. Tsukishima did look slightly similar to the other guy, further helping your assumption of them being brothers. Tsukishima was nearly red in the face, threatening the slightly taller boy.

"Y/N," Tsukishima sighs, pushing in front of the boy. "Just...come in."

You step into the house and are immediately greeted by a wam atmosphere and the soft smell of cookies wafting through the air. Nothing about Kei Tsukishima said 'warm and inviting' like this house did.

"Oh, you're Y/N??" The older boy turned to you. "Kei's been talking all about you! I swear, his cru-"

Tsukishima slapped a hand over the other boys mouth.

"This," He hissed. "is my older brother Akiteru." He turned to him with a glare. "and he was just leaving."

Tsukishima took his hand off of Akiteru's mouth slowly, narrowing his eyes as he waits for Akiteru to speak again.

"Are you making cookies?" You ask, glancing into the kitchen behind the boys.

Akiteru nods, a large smile on his face.

"Yep! My specialty, gooey chocolate chip!"

"I think they're burning."

Akiteru gasps, running into the kitchen. You smile, rolling your eyes as you follow Tsukishima into his room. He closes the door behind you, sighing.

"How did you know the cookies were burning?" He asks, sitting on his bed. You shrug.

"I didn't."

—-

You sit on Kei's bed, leaning on a textbook while you scribble on a practice test. They'd been getting easier and easier, and you were honestly starting to feel thankful for Tsukishima's help. Because of him, this stupid class didn't seem so stupid after all.

The final practice test of the night was in Tsukishima's lap. He examined it before tsking, tapping the pen he was using on his knee as he shook his head.

"What?" You ask, furrowing your brow. "I did everything right!"

"Not this one."

Tsukishima hands you the page, the final equation circled in that stupid red ink. You snatch the page from him, looking at it closely. You noticed that he had changed a number (5 to a 6) so that all of your work was wrong. You clench your jaw.

"You changed a number!" You growl, glaring at him. "That was a five!"

Tsukishima attempted to keep a straight face but failed as he smirked down at you.

"Ah, so the pretty little thing is smart." He teased, chuckling as your face went red.

"You're an asshole." You grumble, crumpling the paper in your hands and throwing it at him.

It hits him in the forehead, stunning him for just a second. In that split second, his eyes are wide and his jaw is dropped. He blinks once and crumples a paper as well, throwing it at your face.

A few more wads of paper are thrown before Tsukishima resorts to grabbing the plastic water bottle off of his nightstand and undoes the cap.

"Don't you dare." You gasp, eyes wide as he reaches up and slowly tips the bottle.

Tsukishima just smirks, lifting the water bottle up. It's directly over your head, and one wrong move and you'll be covered in water. You yelp, gripping his wrist. He dumps just a little bit of water on your shirt, making you gasp loudly.

The water is cold and is dripping down your stomach, making goosebumps rise on your skin.

"Oops." Tsukishima says simply, smirking at you.

You can't help the pout that now rests on your lips. You cross your arms on your now cold and wet chest, only to have Tsukishima mock you.

"Aww, now you're all grouchy." He teases, cupping your jaw. "What's the matter, dummy? It's just a little water."

The way you pout up at Tsukishima makes his heart do a funny thing, but he shakes the feeling off quickly.

"Here," He says. "Take your shirt off and I'll get you a dry one."

Tsukishima stands up, turning to his closet. You slip off your shirt and bra, covering yourself up just a bit. He turns back around, eyes widening at the half naked girl in his bed.

"I just said to take your shirt off!" He screeches.

"My bra was wet too, asshole!" You yell back.

Tsukishima throws his shirt at you and you slip it on quickly. He sits on the bed as well, his blush just as red as yours.

A few minutes pass and the silence is nearly killing the both of you. Tsukishima reaches over and brushes some hair out of your face while you look down at your phone. He gently pushes the hair behind your ear before just looking at you.

"What?" You ask, annoyance in your voice.

Tsukishima's face is softer, his usual scowl long gone. He's observing you. He never got the chance to when you were studying together, but now that he has a few seconds of stillness, he takes in every feature of your face. He notices you looking at him so he shoves your shoulder playfully, smirking at you.

You sense the playfulness as an apology, giggling and shoving him as well. The small shoving turns into a full on wrestle, resulting in Tsukishima pinning you down onto the bed, smirking at you.

You breathe heavily, both from the wrestling and the fact that Tsukishima's face is directly in front of yours.

"That's not fair!" You whine, attempting to throw him off. "You cheated!"

"Oh?" Tsukishima asks, his face inching closer to yours. "And how's that?"

"You're way stronger than me!" You pout. "And I'm not sure that this is a legal wrestling move."

Tsukishima pauses for a moment, licking his lips gently. He glances down at your lips for a second, his cheeks heating up. You feel a slight twinge of confidence as you roll your eyes.

"If you're gonna kiss me, then just do it."

Tsukishima doesn't need to be told twice. His lips crash onto yours, catching you by surprise slightly. His kiss is full of lust and need, and you can tell that Tsukishima has either wanted this for a while or was just a rough kisser.

Pulling back, Tsukishima's face is bright red, the blush now extending to the tips of his ears. He lets out a breath, closing his eyes.

"You have no idea how long I've waited to do that." He sighs.

You giggle, rolling your eyes. You pull him down for another kiss, this time growing needier by the second. If you were honest, you'd wanted this nearly as much as he did. Everything Tsukishima did was hot; from his walk to how he tutted when you did something dumb.

The kiss grew more intense, with Tsukishima's fingers tangling themselves in your hair. He tugs gently, earning a moan against his lips. He stops for a second, smirking as he pulls back.

"I'm sorry, was that a little moan I just heard?" Tsukishima teases, tugging your hair again.

You whimper, arching your back slightly. Your nipples are hard against Tsukishima's shirt, making his eyes widen.

"What a little slut you are." He muses, cupping one of your breasts and rolling your clothed nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

You gasp, letting out a louder moan than you mean to, making Tsukishima clamp his hand over your mouth.

"Gotta be quiet for me." He says. "Don't want my brother to see you being such a slut, do we?"

You shake your head, biting your lip as Tsukishima pulls his hand away. He twists a nipple, making you whine quietly.

"I asked you a question, stupid." He says. "When I ask you questions, you respond, got it?"

"Y-Yes sir." You whimper softly.

Something snaps inside of Tsukishima as his eyes widened, his cock instantly getting hard in his sweatpants. You notice his breath hitching as he looks down at you. You giggle.

"Something wrong, sir?" You tease, only for Tsukishima to wrap his fingers around your throat.

"Keep it up and I'll fuck you so hard the whole block will know my name." Tsukishima growled through clenched teeth.

You whimpered as his grip on your throat tightened, the corners of your mouth perking up into a smile. Tsukishima smirked, chuckling at you. From seeing you in the halls, nobody (even him) would have guessed that you were such a slut. Smiling when he was choking you? He was about to fall in love right then and there.

Tsukishima toyed with the hem of your shirt, biting his lip when you helped him slip it off. As you lay back down, he instantly started groping your chest, making you sigh. He toyed with your nipples, tugging them and twisting them, making note of what gave him the best reactions.

You closed your eyes as he played with your chest, only for them to shoot open when you felt his tongue on your nipple. You gasp, arching your back as you felt his hot breath on your chest.

"T-Tsukki.." You whine, only for him to bite your nipple, making you let out a yelp.

"Sir." He corrects.

"S-Sir." You repeat.

Tsukishima leaves small marks on your chest, grazing his teeth over the soft flesh. Soon, you're both almost bursting at the seams with need. Tsukishima palms himself through his pants, catching your eye. You lick your lips, nearly drooling.

He grips your throat, making you look at him.

"Open your mouth." He orders. "Tongue out."

You do as he says, a heat pooling between your legs. You had always fantasized about someone being this rough with you, but you were too nervous to actually go through with it until now.

Your eyes widen as a fairly large ball of spit falls from Tsukishima's mouth onto your tongue. You nearly moan.

"Swallow."

You swallow, shivering slightly, before opening your mouth again to show that you did as you were told. Tsukishima smirks.

"Good girl," He says. "Let's put that pretty little mouth to good use, yeah?"

oh god im so sorry that this took so long to write. but I hope you guys like it! part 3 will be the final part with lots of spicy things, so yeah! keep an eye out<3

#tuskishima smut #tsukishima kei #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei smut #haikyuu #haikyuu smut #hq smut #tsukishima scenarios

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zu8her · 7 months

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✧･ﾟIndulged Sharing — anybody up for a good gangbang

✧･ﾟtags — gangbang, threesome, cum eating, bisexual volleyball players, cum swapping, they are wearing suits, penetrative sex, consent, shawty taking on the whole squad, Tsukishima, Akaashi, Bokuto, Kuroo.

✧･ﾟnotes — It's been awhile. I would like to thank loadshedding for making me write again. enjoy reading this. i really think this is not good but i want to put it out.

✧･ﾟ— word count: 1.8K

Staring aimlessly around the boys' apartment, she hesitated to glance into the kitchen. The place was clean, she notes. At her feet she fixates on the outline of the table that was previously on the soft carpet before it was moved in the corner of the living room.

The wait was agonising. Had she just kept this filthy desire locked in the depths of mind she would not be here. Instead she’s here folding one leg over the other slightly adjusting her dress to prevent her leg from bouncing uncontrollably, slightly adjusting her dress. Looking up, Bokuto flashes a smile. Not his usual energetic one but one to calm her. The exchange was fleeting. She returns the smile before turning to gaze into the kitchen.

The rest of his flatmates have gathered there to conversate about her imaginative mind. She wishes to be hear what they are taking about but only hears mumbles. Her anxiety spikes when they catch her and give her a smile similar to Bokuto or a gaze she has never gotten from them before. She lowers her head, twirling a loose thread around her finger.

She lifts her head for a moment as Kuroo walks over and settles next to her. "Hey." She sits awkwardly while he sinks into the couch cushions. He eyes her taking in her frame. “You sure you want to do this?" He questions earnestly.

She turns to meet his gaze. "If you don't want to-"

"Oh, we want to." He reassures, smirking as he rests his head against the couch.

Reflexively. she glances back into the kitchen, eyeing Tsukishima. “Your boyfriend also wants to.”

Feeling a light poke from Kuroo, she turns to see him point up at Tsukishima. The blonde stands with his gaze stern but his voice gentle. "Can we talk for a sec?" He extends a hand to help her off the couch. In the dimly lit hallway he squeezes her hand looking down at her through his glasses. “I talked to them.”

“Thank you,”

“I want you to enjoy yourself.” He tucks a loose braid behind her ear before raising her hand and planting a kiss.

She had always thought about. The thought of indulging with more than one person at a time, drew her in. All their attention on her. Watching her. What pleasure could she derive from that.

At first she hesitated telling him. Always shaking her head when he’d turn his head at the sound of her faint gasp, caused by her attempt to expose her desire. One evening Tsukishima corned her. A quiet evening of indulging each other’s sexual fantasies lead her to finally tell him. Straddle his lap while finally letting her thought become words.

“I just wonder what it would be like.” She excitedly uttered. His face was blank, thinking. He listened rubbing her side. The excitement was seemly not shared. As a result, the next morning she passed it off as a joke. It was not brought up again. Well, until a few weeks later anyway.

“You did what?”

“They said they would be… willing to.”

That's how she ended up here. In their surprisingly clean apartment intoxicated by the mixture of their colognes.

“The safe word is blueberry. If you can't say anything just tap somewhere three times.” She nods. Leaning down he caresses her cheek before kissing her.

Feeling his hands slip from her waist she eyes him as he props himself on a couch while she returns to her previous seat, Kuroo and Akaashi at either side of her.

Akaashi cautiously moves to cup her chin. "May I?" His eyes dart from her eyes to her lips. She nods closing her eyes as she melts into the kiss. They alternate between deep kisses and pecks. Taking mere moments to breathe and stare at each other before indulging once more. The kisses, desperate as his hand roam her body and she grips his tie to pull him closer. She spreads her legs to get him between them.

He moves down to gently kiss along her neck and shoulders. Her gaze fixed on her boyfriend as he sits back sipping a glass of red wine watching.

The man on the left quickly forces her attention to him. "Look at me." He orders before he leans in to kiss her.

Feeling hands wrap around her hips, she breaks the kiss to see Akaashi on his knees. He pulls her to the edge of the couch while Kuroo latches onto her once more. She shivers with every kiss Akaashi places along her inner thighs, spreading her legs open. She whimpers against Kuroo as Akaashi pulls down her underwear, discarding it elsewhere. She gasps gripping his hair, once he latched onto her clit.

“Can I touch you here?” Kuroo requests. She moves his hands toward her tits. Her moans muffled as he kisses her. He purposefully grazes her nipples, smirking as they kissed as she arches her back. Her orgasm came quick.

She drew heavy breathes to gather herself. Akaashi emerged from underneath her dress, sliding away towards Tsukishima.

From the other side Bokuto approached with his signature smile, lustful as he loosened his tie. His bulge evident through his trousers. He replaces Akaashi , placing his knee on the couch and laying y/n on her back, her head on Kuroo's lap. She squirms under him her eyes alternating from him unzipping his trousers and Akaashi feeding Tsukishima her cum as leaned down to kiss him.

Bokuto had girth. She gasps, when he lined his thick cock against her before slowly pushing inside.

She was drowned in pleasure as he dived into her cunt. She stared down at his cock ripped through her. Indulging in the pleasure she leaned back staring up at Kuroo. Met with a sly smirk, she gave back a drunken smile before snapping her head forward when Bokuto placed his thumb against her clit. Reflexively she reached out but was stopped by Kuroo who pinned her hands above her head. Her eyes fall on her boyfriend who is stroking Akaashi's cock, taking her over the edge, she cums on Bokuto’s cock.

She flinches when he pulled out. Palming his cock glistening with her cum before resting his tip on her clit.

***

On her knees, she settled between his legs, nuzzling into the soft carpet. Innocently, she looks up at Tsukishima tugging at his belt. With his cock out, she started slowly stroking. (Alliteration was unintended). She felt it throb as she stroked it.

The carpet under her slowly became damp as she listened to him whimper and groan with every on of her licks and strokes. She bobbed her head letting his cock hit the back of her throat as his flatmates watched palming their cocks at the sight. Tsukishima grunted gazing down at her through his glasses as she took his cock, carefully pushes her braids behind her ear before gently gripping the base of her head. He bucks his hips into her mouth. “There you go baby.” He coos as she briefly shut her eyes. Stings of his cum spurt into her mouth.

***

All she could do is stare at Tsukishima while he palmed his cock and let her moans echo through the apartment alongside her gentlemen's grunts and whimpers. She was face down against the soft couch and ass up as Akaashi fucked her from the back. Her moans were erratic. She could not keep herself silent while Akaashi repeatedly fucked into her. His flatmates stroking their cocks to her getting fucked threw her over the edge.

She came desperately trying to close her legs but Akaashi continued to ram his cock into her. "Shit- where do I- ?" he groans. "Inside."

She moaned as he came. Her eyes hooded and drool sinking into the couch as he slowly thrusted his cum deeper.

She groaned when he pulled. Catching her breathe as they watched his cum slide down her legs.

***

Laid out on the soft carpet, Bokuto fucked his thick cock into her mouth. Reaching forward to rub her clit while Kuroo abused her cunt causing her to hum at the sensation. She came twice on Kuroo's cock. Her head on a pillow, as Bokuto thrusted into her mouth, his knees at either side of her head. "Do you like that y/n?" She hums before sucking his cock again.

A flash-light on her, Akaashi sat with her phone in hand recording as Bokuto's cum slid down her cheek near her eye. Bokuto moaned slowing humping the last spurts of cum into her mouth. "Did that taste good?" Tsukishima questions as he bends down. She nods, pulling him into a kiss.

Bokuto smiles while cleaning the cum off her face as Kuroo pulled yet another orgasm out of her. He continued to fuck her as she squirted on his pelvis. Pulling out, he covered her pussy with his cum. Bucking his hips he slides his cock between her pussy, coating his cock with cum.

Tsukishima leaned down to suck his cock. Kuroo gently tugged at his blonde strands, throwing his head back.

***

Hands against the wall, Tsukishima was ramming his cock into her, Kuroo was recording and Akaashi and Bokuto were making out next to them on the couch.

"Yes. Yes. Yes." She brainlessly chanted.

"Look at her," Kuroo instructed. "Cock drunk."

Tsukishima moaned burying his head into her neck his arm around her chest and the other rubbing her sensitive clit.

"Do you want him to cum for you, y/n?" Kuroo asked. She desperately nodded to the camera.

"I need you to cum with me baby. Can you do that for me baby?"

Her moans muffled by his fingers in her mouth, she came on his cock as he rubbed her clit. "Fuck," he chanted as he pumped her full of his cum before watching as it dripped down onto the tile floor.

***

This time it was Tsukishima with her phone stroking his cock at her getting fucked by his flatmates. y/n was sitting on Kuroo's cock as he fucked up into her. Akaashi guiding her mouth over his cock. Cum messily decorated her cunt and Kuroo's pulsating cock sliding in and out of her. The white liquid even dripping down onto the carpet.

Tsukishima watched as she swallowed Akaashi's cock. Her big tits bouncing with every thrust. Attentively, watching Akaashi pulling his cum covered cock out. Holding it as the base sliding it back into her mouth and repeating the movement until she was satisfied. His hair fallen across his face staring down at y/n with a smile caressing her face.

His eyes moved down. Kuroo had his hand around her waist fucking her deceptively slow before rolling her over onto the carpet, lifting her leg and fucking his cum into her from the side with her braids all over his face. When he pulled out, Tsukishima moved in on her face.

She gave him a fucked out smile. “Was that good, Baby?”

“mmhm” She grinned at the camera.

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sugawarassoulmate · 1 year

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The reason I asked is because do you remember the truth or dare scene? Well that sorta but with bad boy! Aki and pining!Kei. Someone dares Kei to kiss the prettiest girl in the room instead of kissing readers best friend(his current gf) he kisses reader. The drama would be just *chefs kiss*

OMG YES

words: 529

cw: fem!reader, cheating (kind of), mentions of drugs/alcohol, not nsfw but minors buzz off

the feeling of your lips against his was everything he hoped it would be — sweet, soft, and intoxicating — but it was painfully over before he could savor it and by the time kei comes back to his sense, he realizes that he was royally fucked.

"what the fuck were you thinking? you better be wasted...or high or something!" you shouted at him. yamaguchi was in the living room ushering the straggling party guests out of the house, leaving the three of you and kei's girlfriend — your best friend — left.

it was a blur, honestly, he didn't mean for any of it to happen. kei didn't even want to play that stupid game. what university student still plays truth or dare? kei told himself he wouldn't do any stupid dares but yamaguchi, alcohol still heavy on his breath, asked that he kiss the prettiest girl in the room.

his body moved without thinking, brushing past his girlfriend who had her lips already pursed in preparation for a kiss. but kei instead reached for your unassuming mouth, pulling you in for a kiss that left the rest of the room watching in horror.

"she won't even talk to me," you groaned. kei's girlfriend ran upstairs in embarrassment after the kiss, locking herself in one of the bedrooms and refusing to come out. "she thinks there's something going on between us. how could you do that, kei?"

"tadashi said to kiss the prettiest girl," kei mumbled, too ashamed to look you in the eye.

you scoffed, body buzzing with the anger boiling inside. "yeah, it was a freebie to kiss your girlfriend, dumbass!"

"but he said to kiss the prettiest girl in the room," he repeats himself, this time plucking up the courage to look at you.

"don't say things like that, kei," the anger suddenly disappears, replaced with a gnawing feeling in the pit of your stomach. "i don't think of you in that way."

"because of him, right?" kei didn't have to say his name, the look on your face confirmed everything he already knew.

there was a reason why you were so grumpy before the party started. kei knew you had been talking with his brother earlier that day, probably begging him to stop by "just for an hour or two" but, being a few years older, the thought of hanging out with a bunch of uni students didn't sound like a fun night for akiteru.

hell, kei didn't want to be here either, even with his girlfriend bugging him the entire time. but when you asked him, he jumped at the chance knowing full well that there was another tsukishima on your mind.

a part of kei—stupidly, foolishly—thought that you'd appreciate him more if he spent more time with you in ways that his brother didn't but none of it ever mattered.

"i'm gonna try to get through to her," you finally say, pointing upstairs. "someone's gotta comfort your girlfriend."

you leave kei standing alone, watching you bounce upstairs to try to fix his mistakes. he wants to reach for you and pull you into an embrace but he's sure that you'd only reject him again.

might make a part 2? 👀

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koushuwu · 1 year

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SANDCASTLES AND FIRST KISSES

Tsukishima Kei x Reader | 1,190 words | sometimes a first kiss happens between little kids where it’s as innocent as can be. and sometimes, many years later, second first kisses lead to beautiful things. literally just a first kiss story from my selfship with the lanky bitch boy tsukki.

Little kid Tsukishima Kei and you had been playing in the sandbox like the good kids that you were. you’d built a castle and as you recalled it, it was the prettiest sandcastle in existence. It had little windows and all. And by windows, you meant little indents in the facade, dug out with your tiny kids’ hands. It was quite the sight, honestly.

“Let’s build a real castle to live in one day,” you said to him, clapping your little hands. You were excited, and even when he shook his head with a little smile, the excitement didn’t subside.

“We’d need to get married to live together, dummy.” Tsukishima looked away from you and scooped a handful of sand up, digging a moat around the castle. He set it aside and smiled when you leaned forward and shoved your own hands into the sand to help him dig.

“Well, aren’t we going to get married?” You noticed his fingers still for a second and looked up into his eyes. He looked as if he was considering you words. “I know I plan to marry you,” you told him, and even if you, at the time, didn’t fully understand the words you were saying, you knew you meant it to the extent that a child’s brain can fathom the concept.

“Do we have to kiss then?” he asked you, eyes narrowing a little as he studied you.

“Do you not want to?”

Tsukishima sat back and thought it over for a moment. Fidgeting with his own fingers and looking up into the bright blue sky. You could see him chewing on the inside of his cheek.

“I think we have to.” He then said and looked back at you with a resolute nod. Like he’d decided, and of course then it would have to be so.

“Okay,” you beamed, and so you grabbed both sides of his face with your sandy little hands. “We’re going to get married,” you proclaimed and then pressed your lips hard against his, for no more than one second before pulling back, letting him go and turning back to digging that little moat around our castle. Soon enough skies started gathering and threatened with rain, which meant the end of that specific playdate.

You’d meant the words you said that day, but now many years later he didn’t think you had, and so he kind of… Not forgot, but he didn’t give much more thought to it. Until that one day. That one day where you had your first kiss as adults. The first legit one, if you were to ask him.

“God, are you dense or are you just not interested?” You heaved a deep sigh as a frustrated furrow creased your forehead, your eyes narrowed slightly at him.

“Interested? What do you mean?”

“I am flirting with you!” You shook your head in utter disbelief as the furrow in your forehead deepened.

“You’re what, now?” His eyes searched my face, displaying just as intense disbelief as you felt. The look in his eye made something inside of you melt. The frustration died out like a match that’d burned too far down.

“Flirting,“ you repeated softly and smiled at him. “Have been for years,” you added. A strong urge almost had you reach out to grab his hand, but a little part of you still wasn’t certain he’d let you, even if his unusually soft and utterly dumbfounded expression fought to convince you otherwise.

“Oh.” His eyes kept raking across your face and you felt your cheeks and ears heating under his gaze “Wait. With me?” You laughed. You couldn’t help it when an unexpected and hysterical laugh ripped it’s way out of your throat.

“You really are dense!” You shook your head again. You really couldn’t believe it.

“Hey! I am not!”

“You don’t think so?” You asked him a pursed your lips at him. What he’d never admit to if you’d asked him right then and there, was that he found it utterly adorable when you did just that. You coaxed that one out of him a couple of years later. “So if it’s not that, I assume you’re not interested? You could just tell me, you know.”

“What? No!” It wasn’t often that you got to see Tsukishima flustered, but right now he was stumbling over his words and a little flush was creeping up across his face, and it was clear that he tried to hide it with his hand, when he went to push his glasses further up on his nose. But you saw it. And something inside of you knew what it meant, but for some reason you couldn’t help but want to see if you could get that blush to deepen just a little bit. It was just so cute.

“Do you remember that time when we were kids?” You asked him and watched as he stilled slightly.

“What time?”

“When agreed to live together one day.” You was right. His blush deepened as he nodded at your words, and you knew you’d been right. “Do you remember what more we agreed on that day? Because I still mean that.” Tsukishima flushed even deeper, but confusion flashed across his features as well.

“I—I don’t.” His voice was small. He didn’t remember. This was not the way you had expected this to go. You pulled in a deep breath. It wasn’t his fault that he didn’t remember. Yet it had something snap inside of you. Not anger, of course not. But some kind of desperate frustration and you couldn’t help it. You didn’t manage to stop yourself before you were moving. Before you’d stepped up against him and taken a hold of his shirt, your lips against his.

Tsukishima tensed up at first, and when you were about to pull back and apologize, he relaxed under your touch. He tentatively placed his hands on each side of your face, responding to your kiss. His lips and movements were soft, all in stark contrast with his usually stingy facade and your rough approach.

When the kiss broke and you moved back for air, you looked up at Tsukishima. He looked down at me. His glasses were slightly askew, and his cheeks were so brightly tinted that you almost chuckled. Tsukishima turned his head and fixed his glasses. Even his ears were turning pink, and you noticed his swollen lips and the shine in his eyes. You leaned closer to him, standing on your toes to whisper into his ear.

“We agreed that we’d get married one day.” His body jolted, and he looked at you in shock. “And I meant it.” The shock subsided and you could see that he remembered. You could see the smile that he tried very hard to suppress, but it only had you smiling wider.

“You’re so annoying. But I guess you can’t go back on a promise.” He shook his head at you, but even so, you knew him well enough to realize that this was as close to a confession as you’d get out of him at a time like this.

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tsxkkis · 8 months

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tadashi yamaguchi - cooking genius

a/n = finally found some time to write something with the mess that is school starting last week, and i'm not really the happiest with this work to be honest T-T also i've been reading one piece lately and i absolutely LOVE sanji hence why using his character in this fic

summary = a (not so) secret admirer starts leaving lunches on your desk everyday at school.

warnings = nothing really, pure fluff.

yamaguchi was feeling gloomy from the moment you turned the tv on.

the two of you had a tradition; two times every week, you would meet up at either your or his house, watching different tv shows and movies together as a way to relax from school, volleyball, and other stressful things filling your lives. it was a perfect deal; you finally had someone to talk to about your current hyperfixations, and thanks to you, he finally had the motivation to watch all the things he never truly picked up.

so when you suggested rewatching your childhood favorite series, one piece, he was more than happy to agree. well, at least at first.

a grimace was almost stuck to his face the whole time since a certain blonde cook appeared on the screen, taking in all of your comments about your favorite character as the episodes went by. he listened as you gushed over the blonde, pupils almost heart-shaped at the sight of him in every scene, mumbling something along the lines of loving guys who can cook well as your hands went to grab the snacks.

but somehow, his lack of excitement went unnoticed by you; your focus being completely and utterly on the screen, invested in the story you already knew by heart. what you did notice, though, was a bento box lying on your desk at school a few days later, with a small note on top of it.

'made these just for you :)'

your head immediately turned towards yamaguchi, a tap on the shoulder being enough for him to turn around to you with a questioning look on his face.

"did you see who left it here?" yamaguchi shook his head in response, a soft sigh leaving your lips as you sat down and opened the box, eyes scanning the food inside.

you barely missed the faint blush and shy smile on your friend's face as he watched you notice all your favorite foods inside, digging into one of them with the happiest look in your eyes.

as days went by, more and more boxes appeared on your desk, the food in each one, to your surprise, tasting better than previous meals you got. each one came with another sweet note; whether a compliment or just something nice to make you smile for the rest of the day. before you knew it, you were stuck wondering who could it be; yamaguchi being the victim of listening to all your (terribly wrong) speculations about who might be behind all of this.

"ahh, i wish i knew who it is." you mumbled under your breath, pen scribbling little doodles on your english notebook, the empty box lying next to it with a few crumbs of the food inside. "you know, i might just marry them on the spot."

yamaguchi's eyes widened hearing those words, a faint blush on his face as he listened to your rambling, tsukishima's comment of how corny you were being going completely unnoticed by him.

he could hear the exciting squeals from you when the next day at school, the note on your bento box was something completely different than before.

'meet me at the history section in the library after classes, please :)'

when the bell rang, signaling the end of your last class that day, you ran to the place as fast as you could, breath shortening with each passing moment as the adrenaline mixed with stress ran through your body.

the history books section was one at the very end of the library, your steps slowing down as you approached the place. when your head finally turned to face the person hiding behind everything that's been making you smile for the last few weeks, you almost couldn't believe it.

"you came." a shy smile appeared on yamaguchi's face, hands trembling as he took in your surprised expression. "i- i was a bit scared you'd back out last second because you changed your mind or somethi-"

"it was you this whole time?"

your body froze, a thousand thoughts flooding your mind all at once. how did you miss the fact that it was yamaguchi? he was the only one who could possibly know you so well to pull this off.

the only one who could actually put in so much effort.

seeing yamaguchi nod in answer made your body react before your mind could even fully comprehend the situation; arms wrapping tightly around the boy's figure, head hidden in the crook of his neck. soon enough you could feel his hands creeping around your waist as well, unsure movements as he gently pulled you even closer to him.

"you said you liked guys who can cook well," his words were a faint whisper as he started explaining, the lack of eye contact with you in this very moment helping him properly voice his thoughts. "tsukishima said it was stupid and i should confess to you already because in his words, it's obvious you feel the same way."

"well, he was right about one thing, at least."

you pulled away from the hug, eyes locking with his as your hands made their way to his, gently squeezing them. yamaguchi had no idea what made his face more red at that moment; the fact that you could feel just how shaky his hands were, or the fact that you just admitted to liking him back.

"i've always liked you, tadashi." hearing those words, he thought he was imagining things. and yet, this whole situation was really happening; it wasn't another one of his stupid dreams, another dumb fantasy of his. "you've just given me another reason to do so now."

yamaguchi blinked. once, twice. his body was frozen on the spot, and yet somehow he managed to let a few words out, said so quietly that you almost didn't hear them.

"so, does that mean... you'll go out with me?"

you leaned in, placing a quick kiss on his cheek, and you could swear that you heard him gasp as you did so.

"i would love to."

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