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alwaysaslutforfic · 1 year
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Tsukki Headcanons ❤️ - NSFW
Just some musings on my favourite Sendai Frogs middle blocker ☺️
Warnings: nothing super explicit. Mentions of sending nudes, hair pulling, and oral sex
Minors keep away from the cut and DNI!
Beta readers? Pft
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Listens to any and everything but with a purpose 👌🏾. Ask him for a recommendation in any genre and he’ll give you a top 5 tier list. Has playlists arranged by mood, genre, vibe and occasion (he even has one for you that he will literally never tell you about but plays often. He just tells you it’s his favourite mix). Dude is highkey a music snob. Like he’ll listen to a song in any genre but it better be a fucking ✨S tier song✨ or he will Judge. Will never concede the aux cord.
Meanest tutor ever. Will have you crying at the kitchen table asking the same question till you get it right. “If Johnny has 5 apples! 😤” typa tutor. But his notes are amazing and he’ll always lend them without question.
We already know how I feel about clingy Tsukki. But let me reiterate: this man is obsessed with being in your personal space. Like ”I’m gonna go take a shower.” ”….. without me? 😒”
But he also respects your space when you need it. Just don’t be gone too long or he’ll get lonely. He’s highkey touch starved.
An impeccable driver. And unreasonably hot while doing it. I’m talking hand on thigh, arm on headrest when reversing, will do your seatbelt HOT. And you’re his favourite passenger princess. Tsukki refuses to let anyone adjust your seat. If they’re feeling cramped they’re more than welcome to sit in the back, or even better, walk.
A great cook. He lets you be the taste tester when you cook together. If you can’t cook this is the one time he has an amount of patience teaching you. He is, however, a horrendous baker. Tried to make you valentines day chocolates and you had to throw out the tea towels cos they somehow ended up singed. You laughed till you cried he’d have been hurt about it if you weren’t so beautiful
Likewise, his actions speak louder than his words when it comes to affection. Obviously he compliments you and tells you he loves you, but only on special occasions like birthdays, christmases and blowing your back out ten ways till sunday. But mostly he’ll show you how much he cares by treating you like royalty. Carries your bags while calling you weak, says ‘no’ every single time you ask for a favour but does it anyways, takes you for walks to your favourite ice cream shop and pays for both of you while you bitch about a character in your dumb show that he hates (read: binges with you and gets invested in)
A slip it in while you watch a movie kinda dude. At this point the Netflix subscription is for show. There is literally no point in trying to watch something with him because your legs will be over his shoulders way before the halfway mark.
Much like his actions speaking louder than words, he’s willing to try anything once if you suggest it. This has led to a very interesting bedroom life. There were obviously things that you both decided weren’t for you, but Tsukki would do anything to please you even if he’d never confess it. Once you asked for a personalised dildo so you could have his dick whenever you wanted as a joke. It was there by next week.
Loves fucking you in public. You guys are banned from THREE different lingerie stores. You’re 65% sure he only takes you out so much so he can find somewhere to fuck you, since it’s how most of your dates end. The Karasuno gang clocked you two on a club night when Noya and Tanaka took a badly timed trip to the bathroom. They are constantly embarrassed when you two go missing for half an hour and return dishevelled.
Send. Him. Nudes 😩 Especially when he’s busy. He sends them back and holy shit are they art personified. He heard “don’t send dick pics, send cumshot vids with the sound on” and boy did he run with it in the best of ways. Has a password protected folder for all the filth you send each other.
Speaking of nudes, his dick is so pretty. He doesn’t even manscape. It’s just long and slightly curved with just the right amount of hair. Also so much pre-cum. He was actually a little embarassed by it until he saw how much you loved licking him clean.
Pull his hair and listen to him moan. If you pull it hard enough when he’s close he will just cum. He definitely wasn’t embarrassed the first time it happened. Now it’s sort of a game to see if you can use it to get him off when he’s going down on you.
He’s reconciled with the fact that he has a volleyball brain. Seeing you at his games, and feeling your eyes on him as he jumps blocks is like foreplay to him. It’s always a race to see how quickly he can get you naked and under him after a match.
I will undoubtly have more thoughts on this, because I spend an unreasonable amount of time thinking about Tsukishima Kei
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basilly · 2 years
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stealing their clothes
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synopsis: their reactions to you stealing their clothes !
includes: suga, kita, akaashi, & tsukkishima
warnings: wc 524 , gn!reader, no pronouns mentioned
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suga
he loves seeing you in your clothes more than you like wearing them. he even starts buying matching clothes in the same size so you can both be constantly switching them.
hands conjoined, the two of you browsed the many aisles of clothing. suga had been gliding his fingertips against the various fabrics, occasionally wincing at the unpleasant ones.
suddenly, he perked up.
"y/n! let's get these!"
it was a rack of incredibly plush hoodies- embroidered in a simple design, but very cute.
"okay let's go checkout." "two?" "yea- one for me, and one for you, we can switch every once in a while! they're the same size." "koushi, babe, why would we switch?" "because i like the way my hoodies smell when you give them back."
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kita
poor kita would be a little clueless- in a "do you need more clothes? we can go buy you more". he thought you didn't have enough and was borrowing his. you can't help but laugh.
"we can go to the store tomorrow-" "shin- no." "what?"
you walk up to him, wrapping your hands around his torso.
"i like wearing your clothes. it just- reminds me of you and comforts me." "oh."
he turns beet red, returning the gesture and wrapping his arms around you.
"well- you look very cute i will say."
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akaashi
he wondered why his extra jersey was missing but didn't think much of it. he simply figured his mom washed it. you were going to surprise him by wearing his jersey to his next game- support your lovely boyfriend from the stands.
"AKAASHHIIII- are you ready to play?" "bokuto, have you warmed up properly?" "of course! by the way, have you seen y/n?" "what-"
he turned to where bokuto was staring, only to see you waving excitedly in his jersey. akaashi could only focus on you; the way the sleeves draped against your arms, the hem falling slightly too far down. his ears burned red.
he waved shyly, not before gently tapping his own jersey twice to signal to you. you grinned, tapping the jersey you were wearing before blowing a kiss.
in a cheesy manner, he subtly caught the "kiss", before pressing it against his heart- this boy was just too sweet.
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tsukishima
he gets so annoyed but thinks you look absolutely adorable in his clothes. especially with his tall nature, the clothes were essentially enveloping you whole. eventually he begins buying clothes for you to steal- a little contradictory but he doesn't care.
"kei did you get new hoodies?"
he looks up from his homework to look where you are standing, front and center of his closet.
"yea- because you keep stealing them, like a little gremlin." "hey!"
you rumage through them briefly, checking out the designs. tsukkishima focuses back on his work, not before speaking up.
"far left. you can take that one."
pulling it out, it was the perfect design between your style and his.
"aww kei did you buy this for me?" "maybe now you'll shut up and stop stealing mine-"
dropping a quick kiss to his cheek before pulling it on. thankfully, you couldn't hear him mumble.
"not that i mind"
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yhwhsdaughter · 2 years
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fem reader
content: angst, unrequited love
Tsukishima Kei avoids your gaze, lest he fall deeper into the spell you’ve bound him in.
Tsukishima Kei answers sarcastically at your kindness, not wanting to reveal his never-ending fondness for you.
Tsukishima Kei listens whenever you speak, taking a mental note of your favorites so when it’s your birthday and he begrudgingly handles you a gift, he can see the stupid smile on your beautiful lips.
Tsukishima Kei who loves to look at your face, which might seem godly to some, and average to others.
Tsukishima Kei wishes he could touch you in any way, maybe hold your pinky or brush a stray hair away from your temple or ghost his lips against yours…
Tsukishima Kei, who cries when he hears your moans escaping his brother’s room whenever his parents are out of town.
Tsukishima Kei knows you’ll never be his because you’ve already found your home in his brother.
Tsukishima Kei, who has a void of continuous pain and heartbreak in his chest.
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whxre4hange · 2 years
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haikyuu but with a philosophical discussion about coffee
nishinoya: they call me coffee cuz i grind so fine
tanaka: they call me coffee ‘cause I keep you up past 2am
tsukkishima: they call me coffee because i’m really bitter and most people don’t like me without changing some aspect of what i am 
nishinoya: oh
tanaka: oh
tsukkishima: oh
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haijmei · 2 years
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the initiative
two people who are afraid to make the first move. who goes first?
ʚ tsukishima kei x reader | post-timeskip | 1.3k words
author’s note: i need a man like tsukki (also side note pt. 3 to my miniseries will come out soon i'm just not vibing with how i wrote it rn </3)
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you met tsukishima through a blind date set up by a mutual friend. he didn’t seem like the type of person to be set up on a blind date, but there he was at a cafe you were set to meet at. 
the two of you bonded during the first date, sharing your love of strawberry shortcake you both shared and some drinks he offered to buy for you. there, you learned much about him just as he learned some things about you too. you found out that he plays on a professional volleyball team, his love for music and dinosaurs, and his older brother that was his inspiration for him. at the success of the first date, he asked you on a second one.
during your second date, he took you to the beach expecting to cool down from the summer heat but instead you asked him to teach you volleyball. he teased you at first, stating you were “just too short to be reaching the ball.” he did eventually end up teaching you and was surprised at how quick and how good you were; he teased you for that too. by the end of the date, you both ate ice cream as you watched the sunset, once again sharing a strawberry-flavored dessert.
 he took you home afterwards, walking you to your door like the gentleman he is. you thanked him, and unspoken tension filled the air. none of you knew what to do. you were rubbing the back of your neck, tsukki fiddling with his hands, so he took matters in his own hands: he patted your head as he bid you farewell and entered your home. back in your home, you were absolutely nervous. you felt as if he was going to make a move, but it ended up differently. part of you hoped something would happen, but was glad that nothing did happen for the sake of your nerves.
today was your set third date, where you offered to take him to a history museum. you remembered his love for dinosaurs and decided the museum was the perfect place for a third date. you paid for his tickets, he picked you up, and off you went to explore the museum.
inside filled many different exhibitions – one for photography of the local landscape, another for fossils, and many others. you allowed him to lead the way, and fitting of his likes, chose the fossil exhibition.
inside were many different fossils surrounding every wall and most of the path; ones big, others small, one human-like, and others of dinos. tsukishima was entranced with all these fossils, stopping every so often to read the placards for each display and taking pictures of the bigger fossils. you enjoyed seeing his enjoyment of the exhibition, happy that you chose such a great place.
afterwards you strode back to the entrance, hoping to find another exhibit that would catch your eyes.
“does anything catch your eye?” 
you stared up at him, and he was looking back at you for an answer. he was fiddling with his hands, a habit of his when he was nervous as you took notice of before.
“oh! um, there’s an exhibit on gemstones. we can go there if you want!” he looked away to find the entrance. as he found it, he grabbed your hand suddenly. 
“okay, let’s go.” he dragged you along before you eventually caught up with his strides. you figured his fiddling fingers were him contemplating if holding your hand was appropriate. you giggled a bit before squeezing his hand in reassurance, him squeezing back.
the walk throughout the gemstone exhibition peaked your interest more, but tsukishima was still invested in the exhibition nonetheless. you took notice of all the sparkles in the room, the vibrant colors of several different gems, and the unfamiliar ones you’ve never seen till now. tsukishima wandered along too, pulling your arm gently to have you read the placards here too. guess you discovered something new about him here too: he loved to learn about different things.
the rest of the museum visit consisted of more exhibition viewing, more placard reading, and of course more hand-holding. all the exhibits were fascinating to the both of you, more to tsukki as his eyes would always sparkle and be filled with awe with every grand display you two came across. his amusement further cemented your beliefs in this being a perfect date.
by the end of it all, he donned a slight smile on his face. you both took to the rooftops to indulge in the city views that stretched everywhere and to get a fresh breath of air before leaving for home.
“thanks for the museum date. it was really fun, and i didn’t think you would remember my interests,” tsukishima muttered. though it was dark, you could tell that he was embarrassed based on his tone.
you smiled as you continued staring at the lights below you. “of course, i like you, so how could i forget something as simple as that?” he laughed in response, continuing the previous silence that blanketed the air previously.
after a long moment of silence, he spoke up. “can i ask a question?”
you looked back to where he was, him still staring at the lights. you furrowed your eyebrows both in confusion and amusement to where the conversation would lead up to. “yes?”
“have you ever kissed anyone before?”
now, it was your turn to become flustered. the question was unexpected and so out of the blue to you, and you had a hunch to where this was heading.
“n-no, have you?”
“no, i don’t really have experience with relationships or anything.”
“ah. i mean, i had a feeling. you don’t seem like someone who has time for relationships.” once again, tsukishima laughed in response. the atmosphere felt tense, just like it had been the last time. perhaps the situation would end up differently this time?
once again, there was a period of silence. hesitance was evident between you two once again. who would finally make a move? you wanted something to happen, you were itching for something. you really liked him and thought he was a great guy. he thought the same about you.
so why the hesitance? 
the both of you weren’t sure if the other would have wanted the same thing.
you decided that this long silence was killing you slowly and wanted something to happen. you needed to do something about it. silently hyping yourself up, you rubbed your hands together, leg bouncing in fear and nervousness. you took a few deep breaths, then spoke.
“did you–”
“do you want to kiss me?”
tsukishima took the initiative instead. the both of you had ended up turning to each other and stared at each other, wondering what was happening till you broke the connection by turning your head out of embarrassment. instead of doing the same, tsukki continued staring at you even going so far as to walk up to you and reach down to your face. with gentle hands, he guided your face to look at you, and held his hand on his cheek. he took notice of your features, at least the ones he could make out clearly – your lashes long illuminated by the glow of the moon, the cute button nose you had, the curve of your lips from the cupid bow down to the bottom lip. he took extra notice on your lips, seeing how the slightly shimmered from your chapstick; he can smell the faint scent that emitted from them.
“um… yes… please. i want to kiss you.” your eyes darted down out of the intimacy of the situation. in this moment, tsukishima brushed the hair that flowed out to the sides of your face and went back to his hold on your cheek. he took notice of you one more time, seeking in your eyes any hint of hesitance, but all he could see was yearning for him. he slowly leaned in, and before he pushed further, he stopped millimeters away from your lips. 
“is this okay with you?”
“yes, please. i want you.” 
and that was all he needed. 
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runa-fanfic-blog · 2 years
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{ 𝙆𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 }
- 𝚃𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝙺𝚎𝚒 -
𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎: 𝚜𝚏𝚠, 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏, 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝.
𝚆𝙲: 11+𝚔
𝚁𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝💜🌸
- “Haven't finish yet? it's already past school time, you know..”
Tsukishima walk inside the school's Committee's room, closing the door behind him as he gets closer to where you, the school's student president, are sitting. You gives him a slight smile, hand busily writing and calculate the budget amount of the up-coming school festival.
“It's not easy being the president, you know. Sometimes, I just want to throw all this and go hang out in the arcade, but sadly..” You heave a sigh, before putting up a smile again. Tsukishima lets out a `Tch` before leaning on the table you're using, an irritated smirk crease his lips.
“You're not a robot, so stop acting like one. Being the president doesn't mean you have to do everything alone. What's the use of all the other committees? A dolls for decor?” He said with a tinge of sarcasm, knowing very well that most of your committees likes to depend on you, so you're stuck with heap of works to do.
He stand properly again, adjusting his bag on his shoulder as he turns around to the door way. “Let's go home.” He said stubbornly, not even looking at you but the doorway, as if it's not an invitation, rather an order.
You frown, shaking your head even though he's not looking at you. “I'm sorry, Tsukki, but as you can see-” before you even get to finish your sentence, he start to walk away and wouldn't turn even as you call out. You sat back down, pinching your nose bridge as this responsibility of being a student's president are really taking a toll on your mental health.
You and Tsukishima haven't walk home together for a week now, the longest it had been since you've known each other on first year, and now you're third years, he seems to be more stubborn than early years. You already busy enough and didn't get the chance to eat lunch with him, and now you can't even walk home together. This sucks.
You tapped your cheeks softly for few times before start writing again, ‘𝑨𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒍 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅, 𝒘𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒈𝒐 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒍 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏...’ You thought wishfully.
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At the same time, Tsukishima was actually fuming, 𝑻𝒉𝒆 Tsukishima, was actually mad at something. Walking while mutter how stupid you're, letting people take advantage of your kindness like that. “Here I am worrying about you, and you're like, 'i'M sORry, tsUKki,' like it's the most important thing.....” He said annoyingly, putting on his headphone and blast out its volume.
Thank goodness, Yamaguchi aren't here to see this side of him, he would've laugh, wouldn't he.. (He wouldn't.)
He continue walking, feeling the unease creeps into his chest as he grits his teeth together, trying to hold back the feeling of wanting to shout right here and then, knowing that he missed her aren't making it better.
“I fucking missed you.. Dammit..” He mutter softly, clench and unclench his fist while trying to hurriedly get home
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Two days went by and you haven't spoke once with Tsukishima as he seems to be avoiding you. And it didn't sit well with you, so you goes to confront him at his class, only to have his classmates bombarding you with questions and sweet talks and you didn't even get the chance to meet him. School President can be a bit famous, especially someone like you.
Thinking you probably will have a better chance at lunch time, you goes away for your normal routine and wait dreadly for the lunch time to come.
Few hours then, lunch time came, but you still didn't see him. Goes again to his class, got told he's out. So you went to the court, since he usually hangs out with Yamaguchi and the volley boys. The sound of shoes thumping on the floor greets your ears as you walk closer to the front door that is open invitingly, so you peek inside, scanning for a tall, blond, slender figure of Tsukki, but didn't see him.
You frown a bit in annoyance, Tsukki was like a 2meter tall tree, but he's hiding like he's 2inches. A groan left your mouth at your own thought, catching the attention of the other volley boys, and the first to come your way was the cute manager, yacchan. and though you aren't close, you still converse like friends.
“Y/n! What's bring you here?” She ask cheerfully. wasn't really unusual for her to be this friendly with you, so you smile up at her, bringing your hand to the back of your neck and slightly rubbing it. “I'm... actually looking for Tsukki- I mean, Tsukishima.. Have you seen him?” You ask with a bit of stuttering as Tsukki dislike people calling him with pet names. Exclude you and Yamaguchi though.
“Ah.. Tsukishima-kun is actually in the infirmary right now.. He accidentally bumps his head on the net pole. Why don't you-” Before she even finish her words, you're on your left foot running back into the school's hallway and up to the infirmary.
Yachi laugh a bit as Yamaguchi join to stand beside her. “Mission accomplished?” He ask, not lacking smile. Yachi nod once, chuckling a bit at the early image of Tsukishima coming to her and Yamaguchi, talking about this so called mission, that had to be completely secret and cannot include the monster duo since they will for sure let the secret out. “Can't believe Tsukishima-kun is actually falling for someone, with how he acts sometimes, I'm shocked.”
Yachi said as both of them start walking back to the center. “I know right.” Yamaguchi replied with another smile sent her way, though it's a bit fond than usual, she doesn't seem to get it, and all he can do next is let a bit of a defeat chuckle out. Poor boy.
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Stopping your feet infront of the infirmary door, you take a couple of deep breaths, trying to catch your air again that you've spend on running here, before slowly slide open the door, peeking inside first to see that the teacher is out at the moment, so you stepped inside and close the door behind you. Most of the beds are empty, except for the one on the end of the room, with blanket covering his figure.
You walk closer and stop beside his bed, hand hovering on air as you hesitate. What will you said? How would he react? And what would he reply? What if he hates you now? All of these doubts start clinging to your heart, making you think a double take, on what to do now. But Tsukishima ain't having it. He pull you down on the bed and cover you under the blanket with him.
You're too shocked at what had happened that not even one sound come out from your mouth, as you stare at him with slightly open lips.
His expression seems to be quite calm and collected, so you relax yourself a bit, mind still filled to the brimmed with questions, but he spoke first.
“Shocked?” is all he ask, as his expression change to his usual smug smirk face, staring deep into your (e/c) eyes. You narrowed your eyes at him, a pout starting to form on your slightly thin lips, attracting the attention of his eyes that look down for a second before regaining focus. “Where's the bump?” you ask in a suspicious tone, to which he returned with a slight shrug.
“There's none. I told Yachi-san to lie.” He said calmly, eyes still locking with yours as if it's the only thing he want to see. Suddenly feeling conscious about this situation, you realized one of his hand are on top of your waist, while the other are under his head. And you're like centimeters apart from each other's faces. A tinge of red dusting start to appears on top of your cheeks.
“W-why..?” You ask again but it came out as a nervous whisper, as you're trying your best to stay calm. Tsukishima's expression change again, though this time to pure madness that makes your nerves to snapped. He smile. A pure smile that he rarely gives you before he change again to his usual smirk. “Do I need to kiss you to make you understand, Y/n? since sometimes, action speaks louder than words.” He says in teasing manner, one hand start brushing away your hair, as goosebump follows his touch.
You gulped down your spit, pursing your lips as you try to ignore his touch. “But, if that's the case, then why did you start avoiding me..?” You ask, again in a soft muttering whisper, as red as your face are, you still had a little frown on your brows. He doesn't answer right away, rather keep quiet for few seconds making you squirm anxiously.
“I'm being a brat... You're busy doing your work and I'm... making it harder by forcing you to eat lunch and walk home together. I hate doing that but I can't throw you away from my mind, so I thought that if we didn't hang out, maybe it'll go away. But it didn't. it worsen. You're everywhere, even in my dreams. so I thought, `Fuck it, let's tell her` and here we are.” He sigh a bit at the end of his sentence, actually feeling very embarrassed right now.
You blinked once or twice after listening to his words, your lips parting slightly, before you let out a loud chuckle, wiping away tears from your eyes, whether it's from laughing or his words, you don't know. Tsukishima's eyes widen as he shyly `tch`, feeling redness creeping up to his face just by looking at your laughing face.
“Shut up!!” He yell embarrassedly, that made you stopped for a second before continue harder as his face lights up red like a tomato and it annoyed him as he put his palm on your mouth to shut it while giving you a narrow stare. “I'm going to kiss you for real if you don't stop.” He said in a threatening tone, trying to tone down his shyness.
Your face starts to heat up as you slowly nods at his threat that are making your heart thump against your chest rapidly as he removed his hand and close his eyes while frowning but doesn't turn around. You stare at his face, gathering courage before suddenly speaking up. “Na.. Tsukki.” he replied with a `hmm` but still kept his eyes close. “Kiss me..” Now this make his eyes bulge, like it's a mix between shocked at what he heard and are happy with what he heard.
He doesn't waste time as he connect your lips with his, trying to be as gentle as he can but failing at some point with how long has he waited for this, the longing, the passion, the heat, it's unbearable for him. So he kissed you, and kissed, kissed, kissed until you're out of air, tapping on his shoulder to let you get in some air, to get rid of the lightness in your head.
“Sorry... I can't control myself...” He whisper softly, brushing away a stray lock of hair from your blushing face, secretly happy he made you look like that. You shake your head a bit, letting soft laugh out and it sounds like a lullaby to him. “You must have like me very much to act like that. I'm honored.” you joked, sliding closer to him.
He join in the chuckle before tightening his hands between your waist and brings you closer. “I've like you since first year, so you have no idea. Now can I kiss you again?” He ask, while smugly smirking and brings his face closer. Your eyes widen before you replied, “I'm in your care from now on. Tsukishima-san.” with your own smirk as your lips collided again.
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𝑴𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆.
“Youth~” Your teacher said while going back on stocking the medicines she went out to get.
ℝ𝔽💜🌸
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starrybunnyarchive · 2 years
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Tsukishima takes care of you in the little details
little things he does for you. he may complain but he still does it because he loves you.
he always let himself walk in the closest side of the street to make sure nothing will happen to you.
covers the corners of tables with his hands when you're walking around so you won't get yourself hurt.
also protects you head from hitting everytime he can.
every time you both have to share a sitter on a bus, train or something, he lets you get the window spot.
he has good reflexes so he always gets everything you drop by mistake.
uses his hands to move away your hair out of your mouth when you're eating something.
secretly sets reminders on your phone so you can remember to drink water or take your medicine in time. (he also texts you to make sure you got it on time)
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gatoru · 2 years
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do you ever think about needy!tsukki and how he humps against you when he’s horny, or how he’s all over you as soon as you arrive at his place, or how he whimpers against your ear begging for you to stop teasing please c’mon i need ya
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Incorrect Haikyuu-8 (TsukishimaxReader)
Y/n: I'm surprised this salmon is skinless.
Tsukishima: What?
Y/n: The salmon is skinless.
Tsukishima: The salmon is very much NOT skinless.
Y/n:... Ok, so then I ate the skin... Thaat's good to know...
Tsukishima: I'm worried about you.
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hangezen · 2 years
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haikyuu boys as different types of kisses
content : contains atsumu, oikawa, and tsukishima. a bit suggestive on atsumu’s and oikawa’s, but other than that it’s mostly sfw. gn!reader.
jade’s notes : i suddenly came up with this idea and i just had to write about it :]
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atsumu is a french kiss. atsumu is always craving more of everything. he always craves you. he won’t settle for a little peck, even if both of you are in public. he just loves you so much, he needs to constantly kiss you. his kisses are passionate, warm, and slightly cocky. you both feel the world stop when both of you kiss, no matter how many times you both have. make-out sessions with the blond usually have steps: they start off with a peck, then a deep kiss, then a slightly more desperate deep kiss. after coming home from a long and exhausting day of practice a make-out session is desperately needed.
the first thing atsumu did when he got home from practice was drop his bag on the floor, snake his hands through your waist, and pull you closer to him. “‘tsumu, you’re sweaty” you complained. “i missed you so much babe,” he said, giving you a peck on the lips, “can’t help it.” you returned the kiss that quickly turned into a make-out session. you placed your hands on your boyfriend’s broad shoulders as it progressively kept getting more intense. both of you got lost in the exchange of strong, yet loving kisses. “you forgot to close the door” you said, giggling lightly. “did you seriously break our make-out session to close the door?” he said. “of course not. i broke it because you need to shower.” “fine. but we’re finishin’ this later, got that baby?”
tsukishima is a forehead kiss. his excuse for mostly giving you forehead kisses is the fact that he’s very tall. the truth (that he will never confess) is that his heart melts every time he looks at you after giving you his favorite type of kiss; your cheeks flushed and eyes filled with love. he loves giving you forehead kisses, but will gladly kiss you on your lips if you asked him although he might tease you a little.
you clinged onto your boyfriend’s arm as you walked down the street of your home. the sun was setting and the sky was painted a beautiful orange. tsukishima was talking about an annoying new boy at the museum while you listened him mutter the most gruesome and vile insults known to man against this poor boy. “have you considered the fact that he’s just trying to make friends?” you responded. he looked at you with widened eyes. “y/n, he thinks he knows more about dinosaurs than me. he said that to my face. we will be enemies until i die.” both of you arrived to your apartment shortly after that. you waited in front of your door for your boyfriend to give you your common forehead kiss, but he just kept staring at you. you started blinking in hopes for him to notice, but to no avail. “why are you looking at me like that” he said. you scoffed. “remind me why i’m dating you again?” you responded. “let’s see: i’m amazing, i’m tall, and i love you.” “did you just admit to having a crush on me?” tsukishima rolled his eyes and gave you his signature forehead kiss. you smiled at him, making him smile too. “love you, kei” you said, while entering your apartment. “love you the most, idiot.”
oikawa is a neck kiss. so simple, yet so deadly. everyone knows that oikawa’s charisma is god tier, but his kisses are addictive. they’re soft but leave this unexplainable attraction, resulting in wanting more. he loves kissing you anywhere, but his #1 kiss has to be the neck kiss. not only does he love giving them because he knows what he’s doing, he loves seeing how much impact a simple kiss on the neck has on you. it thrills him that his lips on your neck have an enchantment on you.
oikawa was relaxing on your shared bed while you did your skincare routine in the bathroom. you heard a dramatic sigh come from your boyfriend in your shared room, which you chose to ignore due to the fact you were still midway through your nightly routine. not even thirty seconds pass and you heard the a dramatic sigh come from your boyfriend, again. you furrowed your eyebrows, irritated, and went on with your routine. you finished your routine and were gently drying your face when your boyfriend enters the bathroom and leans on the doorframe, sighing once again. “what is it, tooru?” you said, looking at him through your bathroom mirror. “i’m tired and want to cuddle” he says. he moves from the doorframe to behind you, putting his hands on your waist and resting his chin on your head. “i’m about to finish, give me a minute.” he moves his hands up and down your torso while he rested his chin on your head, his eyes closed. he then continues to move his face down to your neck and gently kissing it, the contact making your heartbeat accelerate. “i’m done.” “finally!” he regained his composure and grabbed your wrist, pulling you out of the bathroom and onto your bed for the cuddles he requested.
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taintedtort · 1 month
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Hello!!! Can you do this request with kenma, tsukishima and suna pls???? 🥺🥺
" WIPING KISSES! "
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summary. you wipe their kisses off (pt2)
characters. kenma, tsukishima, suna
warnings. gn!reader, none!
a/n. i love this prompt, it’s so easy to write :P
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KENMA
☆ kenma isn’t usually very physically affectionate, but he likes to kiss your hands a lot. it’s simple and quick, and not that noticeable to other people. however, this particular time he kissed the back of your hand, you wiped it on your sweater directly after. he noticed, but didn’t really say anything because he hadn’t thought much of it at the time. but as the day went on, he realized that you were doing it every single time he kissed your hand. he knows you though, and he’s quick to catch on that you’re messing with him. he’s mildly amused at best, but doesn’t really get the point. you’re trying to provoke him, right? it kinda worked… he‘s not necessarily annoyed, but he doesn’t like that you’re wiping them off.
"quit it."
TSUKISHIMA
☆ he notices and instantly scowls at you. it was kind of your fault for making it so obvious though. he kissed your forehead and you immediately wiped it off with your hoodie sleeve, a disgusted look on your face. it was clearly fake and all a joke, seeing as you laughed right after, but he got petty nonetheless. you apologize through giggles when you see his annoyed expression, but he only rolls his eyes. he eventually gives in, like he always does, but you have to make it up to him by kissing him literally everywhere.
"fine then, wipe my kiss off. see if you get another one."
SUNA
☆ he was taking some selfies with you, and he gave your cheek a kiss for one of them. he was sort of rapid fire clicking, so he actually got a picture of you wiping the kiss off directly after. he looks at you with a confused expression, saying something like "the fuck was that?" you wave him off, but he just pulls up the picture he got and starts examining in. he doesn’t say anything else, just looking at you with an expecting look, silently telling you to explain yourself. you crack and tell him it was a prank, just to rile him up and see what’d he do. he rolls his eyes and places another kiss to your cheek, watching to make sure you don’t wipe this one off too.
"you trying to be cute?"
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basilly · 2 years
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a little sprain | tsukishima x reader
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wc 196, no pronouns mentioned
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your hands slightly trembled, trying to be very careful with the pair of hands outstretched in front of you. you frowned at the blonde sitting in front of you.
"kei you need to be more careful- have you been taping your fingers correctly?"
tsukishima resisted the urge to roll his eyes, softening at the worried look displayed across your features.
"y/n, i'll be fine. it's just a little sprain-"
he winced- you had prodded at a swollen bit of skin, which went obviously noticed to you. sighing, you dig through your bag for salve and another roll of finger tape.
gently rubbing the cream over his hands, tsukishima watched intently. after rewrapping the tape around his middle and ring finger, you sat down next to him.
you lean your head against his tall frame while he flexed the rest of his fingers to test mobility.
"we need to talk to coach about a team nurse or something." "yea but who needs a nurse when i have you? plus i don't like when other people touch me."
you laugh in response- kei had a way of being oddly sweet, but it wouldn't be him without it.
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sir-kuroo · 7 months
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.—001 𝐀𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ♡ {𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀 𝐊𝐄𝐈}
one of TSUKISHIMA's university goals is to ruin the sassy student librarian and break all her rules; by the way, it's you
𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 ⋮ f!reader, rivals to lovers, library sex, pussy eating, bantering (a repost from more than a year ago) PART ONE - TWO
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University wasn’t easy especially when you also have library duties part-time and that one day with a classmate from Literature class made it even complicated.
Tsukishima Kei, a wallflower during lectures, handed you a book for return. You scanned the barcode. “Overdue, I didn’t see that from you.” He’s responsible, uptight and by-the-book. It seemed impossible.
Though you meant nothing, he didn’t feel quite right with your comment. “So what? Are you the librarian now?” He sharply replied, scanning the payment QR Code with his phone.
That just rubbed you the wrong way either. “Yes, I am.”
A smirk appeared on his face. “As far as I’m concerned,” he leaned forward over the desk and whispered mockingly, “You’re just a student assistant here.”
You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath of patience. With a stiff smile, you professionally reverted back, “Your business is already finish now, Tsukishima-san. You may now go. If you wish to stay, I advise that you remain quiet before I ask you to leave the hall.”
Tsukishima just shot daggers at you, pinning you with his eyes before he turned around and went his own way.
Ha! The slight victory made you grin and gave you the confidence to add another greeting his way, “See you in class, Tsukishima-san.”
See you in class, indeed. After that encounter in the library, it was as if he suddenly became active in recitation. Tsukishima constantly opposed your views every time you shared them in class. It had been weeks, no, months since it was the case. You even heard your classmate picking their sides, placing their bets on who between you and Tsukishima would win the day’s lecture.
And everytime he’d visit the library, he’d return and borrow tons of books at the same time as if he was pissing you off. You were sure as hell that he was doing it on purpose and that he’s timing it perfectly to when you were the one in the desk duty.
You rolled your eyes. Just when you were thinking of how much he annoyed the shit out of you, you saw him reading a book in one of the long tables. Guess what? He grabbed a mountain pile of books. You wouldn’t be shocked if he would place that in the returning cart any moment now since you’re the one in the clearing duty.
You leered, intentionally choosing the aisle near his table and giving him a dirty side eye as you passed by him. You knew he picked that up and just as you predicted, he placed the piles of book in the cart right when you were about to push it off. There were only 2 books in there but when Tsukishima dumped his stuff, there were like about 8 now. Looking at the call numbers, the books were even shelved in the farthest back of the hall.
Asshole! You grimaced at him and he grinned evilly at you. Begrudgingly, you headed to the very last shelf where Tsukishima got his books. You placed some of them back in until you realized that most of what he picked were too high for you to reach.
“You need help?” Tsukishima said with a smug expression as he returned a book in his hand at the top shelf only he could reach.
“What are you doing here?” You snapped.
“Returning a book. I forgot to place it in the cart.” You scoffed and he added, “You would find it hard to shelf it anyway.” His lips etched in a mocking smile as he eyed the remaining books in your cart.
Scoffing, you kicked a ladder in front you. “I was just starting.” You picked up some of the books, stepped into the third level of the ladder and shelved them. Halfway though, you felt his eyes on you. Your gaze traveled to where he was looking and you noticed that your skirt rode up, revealing your garter belt.
“Pervert,” you reprimanded him and went down the ladder.
He immediately snapped away. “Who wears that in school?” Okay, he must admit it’s not the best comeback ever.
What? It’s not like you were wearing anything scandalous. It was just a simple pencil skirt and it’s unintentional that it rode up your thighs. “That doesn’t mean you should look, asshole.”
He huffed and rebutted, “As if there’s something to look at.”“Then why are you looking?” You said, walking past him and pushing a book back in the shelf harder than you intended.
You were surprised when you were grabbed by your elbow, pulling you away from the books that fell from above you.
“Careful,” he warned. Your gazes held each other. His eyes were now filled with concern. Genuine concern. You gulped as you heard your heart beat in your chest. You would be lying if you’d say his rebuttals in class made him less sexy. In fact, it made his snarky ass more attractive.
He scanned you from head to toe. Your clothes bothered him a lot, pulling off that sexy librarian look that never failed to give him fantasies every night.
“You only wear that kind of attire every Thursday.” He chided in as if catching you. In return, you stepped backward, feeling cornered by his height and inquisition.
“Why are you here only every Thursday?” You dared as he stepped forward closing you in. Your back hit the shelf as he towered over you. His eyes studied your pretty lashes and hopeful, needy, eyes. Yours probed his orbs, now showing vulnerability near your presence, losing control over his urges.
You wanted to push him away, but you also wanted him to pull you close. With how petty you acted around each other, he might just laugh at you in complete rejection. You poor little midget was actually attracted to him all this time. You’re hopeless and horny for him, it’s pathetic.
He was equally pathetic too. He couldn’t resist his bulging cock as he saw your lacy bra underneath that long-sleeved dress shirt you wore. And that sassy mouth of yours…the things he wanted to do whenever you open them to spit another off-handed comment his way. Fuck! Just fuck!
You were both breathing heavily and you noticed the way your chest rose and fell against him. You squeezed your thighs together, feeling heat in between. It was unbearable. You needed more. You couldn’t take it anymore and so was he when he smashed his lips against yours. Your mouth opened willingly and his tongue didn’t hesitate to explore. Your hand flew to his head, lacing your fingers around his strands. His hands roamed all over your body not getting enough of you.
He bit your lower-lip, smirking against it as he had been desiring to do that ever since you got into his head. You moaned and it gave him confidence to tease you, running a hand under your skirt and lightly tracing the edge of your stockings. He caressed your thigh and you leaned your head back as his fingers began reaching your pussy.
Tsukishima groaned. “You're so inappropriate.”
You moaned in a begging tone.
He smiled, disbelieving that the smartass Y/N whom he thought hated his guts with all her life was now begging him for more and that prompted all forms of logical reasoning to leave his brain.
He picked up a book from the clearing cart and pressed it against your pussy, rubbing the hard corner against where he thought your clit was to give you pleasure. “Oh, god…” You breathed out. It felt too good. You couldn’t help but hold his wrist with both of your hands, guiding him to the right pressure and tempo as you rocked your hips, using the book for stimulation.
“I never thought you love books this much.” He teased.
You scoffed. “What can I do? Mhmn~“ You panted. “This is all you got.”
A different surge of pride came over him after that sassy remark, which made him drop the book and had him on his knees. He pulled your skirt up and your panties down, inhaling deeply as he came face to face with your sopping wet cunt. His thumb massaged your slit before hooking your leg over his shoulder and digging in to eat you out.
Come to think of it, the signages said, Strictly No Eating, but it’s too late now. He was already overcome with lust and the taste of your delicious pussy so soft against his lips and tongue. He circled against your clit while sipping your arousal. You bit the back of your hand trying to cover your noises. Tsukki pictured the big Remain Quiet library sign in his head. Yes, he’s gonna have you break all the fucking library rules. He’d make sure you’d be making all sorts of noises in a while.
“Please…please..” You heaved, leaning your head back on the shelf as you grabbed a fistful of his strands and rode his face. His glasses now misty with the heat of your pussy and his breathing. His tongue started lapping rapidly.
You were losing your mind already and you could feel your orgasm approaching. Tsukki knew that, but he wasn’t done with you yet not until he's inches deep inside you and his dick was the only thing in your mind. The perfect payback for all the sleepless nights you gave him with nothing but desires on how your pussy would fucking feel, clenching him tight.
He pulled back and you whined a complain. You should’ve known he’d do this right when you were aching and desperate for him.
Cupping your cheek, he drew your lips in for a kiss. You melt like you were pleading more of him in your arms. Feeling his erection rubbing against your stomach, you broke the kiss and looked down at his pants. Involuntarily, you licked your lips at the sight of his hard-on. “Looks like you need a hand.”
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yhwhsdaughter · 2 years
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Sun, Moon, Eclipse
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Yamaguchi x F. Reader x Tsukishima
content: angst little comfort, tsukki trust issues, yamaguchi homewrecker
Heels digging into sand, you felt the ocean breeze washing over you gently. The moon offered its shine, illuminating the entire beach in a soft light. Your peace was short-lived, interrupted by stifled sobs.
He stayed hiding the shadows of the night, his hunching form causing alarm within you. “Tadashi..” you whispered, approaching and kneeling beside him. “What’s wrong?” Teary eyes met yours, gleaming with sorrow reflected on them. Seeing you must’ve caused him more distress because his crying only increased. Not expecting such a reaction, you panicked. “Ah..! Please! Tell me what’s wrong..”
He opened his mouth, but you could not understand a word that came out of it. “S-sorry, could you repeat that?” By this point you had sat down, rubbing his back. Tadashi shook his head, clearly embarrassed by the whole ordeal. You couldn’t imagine why though; was it so private that he could not say it aloud to you—a friend of many years?
Unable to do much except comfort him, the two of you sat there, watching the waves lapping at your sandaled feet. Tadashi sniffed, mumbling “It’s a girl..” so softly that you nearly it missed it over the sound of the ocean. It was… unexpected. Tadashi had never really expressed interest in anyone; Kei always teased him for it which would cause you to elbow him, coming to your friend’s defense. “Tadashi’s just waiting for the right person to come along. Isn’t that right?” He would smile at that.
“I see. Who is she?” Pursing his lips, Tadashi shifted so that he was facing you. “(Name)..”
You arched a brow, “Yes?” Time slowed as Tadashi closed in, a stray tear falling from his lashes. Your hand stilled as Tadashi’s lips met yours, forcing you to feel the wetness of his tears and tasting the saltiness of his sadness. Eyes wide open, you were so close to Tadashi that you could now see the freckles on his face and slight scarring left by acne—little details one wouldn’t notice so easily.
You bunched your hand against his shirt, readying to pull away, though you were a second late as another hand yanked Tadashi. He didn’t have time to react as Kei landed a punch. Blood trickled from Tadashi’s nose as Kei grabbed his collar, “What the fuck were you doing?”
Standing, you tried to separate them, “Kei, stop it!” A mistake on your part, as he turned on you quickly, anger visible on his usually stoic face. “What were you doing?” asked in an accusingly tone, you stumbled on your response. “I— its not what it looks like..!” you lamely objected. Kei read guilt in your face and it was enough for him to release his ex best friend.
Face darkening, he lip twitched, “Sure it isn’t.” Without another word, he walked away. His disbelief hurt, but you chased nonetheless, determined to explain. Tadashi was left alone as you ran towards the angry blond.
“Kei! Wait!” you called relentlessly. He brushed you off, using his long legs as advantage. Eventually he stopped, allowing you to catch up. “Kei—” you started, out of breath.
“Don’t call me that anymore.”
“What do you mean??”
His words were carried by the wind; you didn’t have to hear what he said to understand. Turning his heel, you made a last attempt to reach him but a sharp pain on your foot halted your efforts. “Ah!” Looking down, blood flowed from the seashell that poked your skin. Before you could stumble onto the sand, a pair of arms caught you.
When the two of you got back to the hotel, the rest of the team, who had been grilling and eating fish, greeted you both with confused expressions, wondering why Tsukishima had forced asked Hinata to change rooms with him. You stumbled onto a chair, Kiyoko rushing for a first aid kit to bandage your foot and clean Tadashi’s face.
It was the last day of the trip. Tsukishima sat alone on the bus, his bag occupying the space beside while music blasted from his headphones. You took a seat next to Kiyoko, though you’d glance at Tsukki occasionally. He spent the rest of the drive looking out the window. “Are you okay?” asked a soft voice. Concern reflected in Kiyoko’s eyes, though you couldn’t bring yourself to answer, merely smile.
Over the course of a month, you tried calling and texting Tsukishima but to no avail. He dodged your attempts to contact him. Even when you went to his house, you were greeted by an apologetic Akiteru, who sent you away reluctantly.
Suddenly, you found yourself face to face with Tadashi. He seemed surprised as well. “His favorite” he shrugged after he noticed you eyeing a strawberry cake. You nodded absentmindedly, knowing that all too well. After that awkward greeting, he sidestepped your figure and walked towards the Tsukishima residence. You watched as he rang the doorbell; Akiteru answering again, rebuffing him too. Waiting for him on the sidewalk, Tadashi raised the cake, “Hungry?” And so the two of you sat on the swings, eating an entire cake by yourselves.
Tadashi peeked at you. It was sad seeing you in such a state. The cake entered your mouth but there was no evidence of satisfaction. Whip cream decorated the corner of your lip. He made a move to wipe it off but when you sensed him nearing, you avoided his touch, cleaning yourself with the end of your sleeve.
“I’m sorry…”
The pain in his voice carried your attention back to him. He was met with silence, only hearing the creaking of the worn down swings. Before he could speak, you interrupted, “Why?” Words became stuck in his mouth. You reiterated, “Why did you kiss me? Back at the beach.” Fiddling with his fingers, Tadashi struggled to give you an answer until you tried to get up.
“I love you.”
Three words destroyed your friendship with Tadashi. A dam of emotions broke; he’d stayed silent for so long, he would not stop now. “All these years, you’ve been in my heart.” He spoke unlike himself, full of confidence. Hearing this from him was shocking, bringing a blush to your face. He was.. so honest.
Tsukki was reserved with his emotions. They were so vastly different. Tadashi poured everything into his confession, leaving himself open to rejection and hurt. “I never gave up on you, even now. But Tsukki, he gave you up so easily. Is his trust in you so fragile?”
“Stop it.”
“Stop it. Stop it. Stop—”
Tadashi cradled your face, wiping the falling tears with his thumbs. “(Name)..” he began. “No! Don’t say my name!“ you pushed him from you. Your heartbreak began with him murmuring your name. He said it with such care that it infuriated you. “How—how dare you stir such feelings within me! Fuck you Tadashi! Fuck you for ruining my relationship..! I hate you I hate you I hate… haah..” even covering your eyes would do nothing to prevent them from overflowing.
He took it. Tadashi took your hate and loved you for it, because it meant you felt something for him. It was wrong of him, to hold such a warped mentality but he couldn’t let go just yet. Not until you ran him off. “Please..” he begged.
Sobs racked your chest. It felt heavy, carrying those ugly for a while. Slowly, you felt lighter. Tadashi held the tip of your fingers the entire time, waiting for your to calm down. When the tears dried, he squeezed gently, asking permission to embrace you. “I’m sorry.” He repeated that phrase, lulling and soothing you.
Tsukishima Kei despised the sun ever since he saw it’s bright smile that blinded him. It was radiant. Pure. You had returned the gesture, happy to be in the presence of its light. You held both the moon and the sun in your hands. The moon was yours for a moment until it was overshadowed by the love of the sun.
Would your heavenly body return to the moon’s shadow?
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whxre4hange · 2 years
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the karasuno gang as random images i have saved
Hinata
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Kageyama
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Daichi
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Sugawara
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Tanaka
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Nishinoya
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Asahi
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Yamaguchi
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Tsukkishima
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the end....or...the beginning?
reblogs appreciated and welcome 💌
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kairismess · 5 months
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hii!!could you make something ab tsukishima taking care of sick reader?? i love your posts <3
let me fuss over you, dummy. — tsukishima kei x sick!reader
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🏐 genre: fluff ~ !
✒️ word count: 376
💭 summary: tsukki was never one to shower you with his attention, until you get sick and he's forced to show just how much he truly cares about you.
🍥 author's note: i'm sick rn actually woah ,, hoping u liked this though anon !! <333
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tsukishima kei, your aloof and sarcastic lover that doesn't usually choose to avidly show you his affections, and very little does he show you an overwhelming amount of attention... but that facade of his immediately shifts his mood to a complete 180 when he notices you feeling a little under the weather.
tsukishima kei, who keeps his salty demeanor up and asks you in a seemingly nonchalant voice, "what's up with you?" he might sound like a bastard as always, but internally, he's deeply worried about what's come over you and how you're feeling right now.
tsukishima kei, who doesn't wait for you to go into detail about how you're feeling and wraps his long arm around you and takes your hands in his other hand. "alright, alright... let's continue this talk when you're feeling stronger," he tells you as he guides you to your bedroom.
tsukishima kei, who knows just how you like the ambiance and atmosphere in your room to be when you're feeling down, stressed, or sick, just like right now.
tsukishima kei, who's scrolling through medical websites for simple home remedies for common ailments with the same symptoms you're experiencing right now, and preparing all the painkillers, pain relievers, cough drops, antitussives, cold smocks, thermometers, and everything else you'd need to monitor and relieve your sickness.
tsukishima kei, who ignores your whining about him being all fussy over you, despite him hardly saying a thing. he's not exactly a man of words, he's more of a man of action. if anything, him not saying anything snarky and just going around the house, trying to find everything and prepare everything that would relieve you of your sickness is him in his fussy era all over again, you'd sometimes think he's been possessed when he's doing this for you.
tsukishima kei, who is very much not possessed and sober, sighs as he checks your temperature and puts a cold smock on your forehead. he glances down at you with his honey colored eyes and furrows his eyebrows a little in a pout.
"as much as i'd like to say you're a little baby for needing this much attention from me... i honestly can't stand seeing you suffer like this, even if it's just a small cold. don't worry about me, worry about yourself; just lie back, relax, and get better. let me fuss over you, dummy."
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