#please hear me out for tsukishima. he would be so hot if he was alternative

[rinsoap]

no thoughts, just alt bfs <33 he lets you dye his hair every other month, looking forward to sitting on the tiled bathroom floor between your legs while you perch on the rim of the bathtub, painting over his overgrown buzzcut. he likes to give your knees little kisses as his foot taps to some system of a down song you hum along to.

he'll happily accept your offer to do his makeup after you finish yours. you drag pencil eyeliner across his lids and corners of his eyes, smearing it in lazily until it's grey to add an even more tired appearance to his face. you finish off his quick look with a kiss to his cheekbone that leaves a dark lipstick print where your lips were.

before he goes out, he always makes sure to be wearing a piece of jewelry you've gifted him; chrome rings, matching red pendants, a little sword earring. he loves being asked where he got his jewelry because then he gets to mention you! "oh this? my beautiful girlfriend got them for me, thank you for asking."

he does not take his playlists seriously at all. he just shuffles his liked songs and calls it a day. he's got one playlist though, and its dedicated to makeouts with you. and he takes that very seriously. he loves pulling you on top of him from laying beside him. he likes to have you on top of him, thighs squeezing against his hips as you straddle him. you lean down to press your lips on his, holding his face with both hands gently while the playlist blasts over the sounds of your kisses. it always starts out gentle, polite even, but as soon as the playlists shuffles to she wants revenge, all niceties are thrown out the window. he pulls you close, and you follow his movement. your hands keep switching from his face, to his neck, to his chest, not knowing where to touch, but knowing you want to touch him. he mimicks similar movements, needing as much of you as he can get. he squeezes the flesh of your hips and lets his hands roam over your body, up his shirt you’re wearing to rub the skin of your waist and back. you need each other, and that's all you know.

SUNA RINTARO. miya osamu. KOZUME KENMA!!!! semi eita. tsukishima kei. kunimi akira.

MITSUYA TAKASHI!!!!!! ken ryuguji. hakkai shiba. BAJI KEISUKE. kazutora hanemiya.

[peach-pops]

Hello! Do you remember "Dating a Hothead/easily angered girlfriend" blog from anonymous? Can I request for Akaashi, Kageyama, Ushijima, Sugawara, and Tsukishima of how will they react to their s/o? Thank you! I really really really love that blog! It really reminds me of me of being sassy 😂. Anyways, sorry for bothering you *bows*

Author’s note: UGH Im so sorry this took me so long to get out! I only did Kageyama and Akaashi cause I wanted a bit of a contrast hope that’s okay! Also, I wanna point out that there’s nothing wrong with defending yourself, even if things do get violent. I don’t condone violence I’m just saying to protect yourself in the best way possible! 

Here’s the first part!

Akaashi and Kageyama with a Hotheaded Girlfriend

-Akaashi-

Akaashi knows how angry you get so he always does his best to try and make sure everything goes smoothly to avoid any casualties

BUT Akaashi can’t control every little thing and he realizes this fairly early in your relationship

I’m a full believer that Bokuto loves raves and clubbing and because of this, he usually drags you and Akaashi along

One night you three and a couple of other Fukurodani members are out clubbing and immediately, Akaashi surveys the room: where are the exits? Where’s the bathroom? Which group looks like trouble? Where did his girlfriend and best friend go???

He spots a group of girls near the bar that are a part of a bachelorette party who are a bit rowdy but he kinda brushes them off cause there’s nothing threatening about six girls wearing cheap wedding veils

You guys get your own private table in the corner ( bless Konoha and his connections) and after an hour or two of drinking and dancing, you take the initiative to go buy the next round of drinks cause that’s just club etiquette and you’re lowkey ballin

Let’s get it miss independent !!!! 😤 😤 😤

Akaashi offers to go with you but you tell him to watch Bokuto cause he might bust his head from dancing on the table

Once you make it to the bar, you decide just to order a pretty expensive bottle for the table because you’re not confident in your ability to carry six shots back without spilling it everywhere

You pay for the bottle and start making your way back to the table when you see the bridal party from earlier hanging out at your table. You see two girls laughing side by side with Bokuto (ok my dude get some) BUT THEN you search for Akaashi and sure enough, you see him visibly uncomfortable as the ‘soon to be bride’ tries sitting in your mans lap.

Akaashi looks up and he’s conflicted cause he wants your help to get this drunk girl off of him but he also knows you’re crazy and you might kill her in the process

“ Your hair looks so sexy pushed back! Has anyone ever told you that before?”

“ Please go away, my girlfriend is coming and she won’t be happy-”

“ Aw girlfriend? No fair why are the cute ones always taken?”

“ Aren’t you getting married?”

You’re gripping the bottle so tight in your hands and Akaashi can see it in your eyes that you are soooo close to hitting this bitch over the head with the bottle

He already knows exactly what you’re thinking and he’s pleading with you not to just with his eyes

Would you kill a girl over sitting in your mans lap? Yeah probably I mean you were fucking crazy

BUT since you could see how serious Akaashi was, you loosened your grip on the bottle and placed it on the table. Before the bride could even look over, you had already lightly nudged pushed her off of Akaashi’s lap and sat down on your boyfriend as if to claim him

“ What is your problem, you didn’t have to push me!” The bride whined as she got off the floor but you kept your glare on her

Akaashi squeezed your thigh to try and calm you down but maybe it was because of the alcohol so you just clenched your fists even tighter

“ You’re lucky all I did was push you. I can’t believe you’re about to get married and you’re trying to straddle my fucking boyfriend!”

Akaashi can feel how tense you are so he sits you on the inside of the booth so he can be in the middle between the girl and you. At this point, you’re sitting next to Bokuto and he’s laughing nervously cause he’s never seen you act like this before but he’s a ride or die so hes automatically team Y/N

“ Are you threatening me?”

“ Yeah, I am. What are you going to do about it?”

“ Y/N stop-”

“ Yeah, listen to your boyfriend bitch.”

“ WHO THE HELL ARE YOU CALLING A BITCH?!”

Before you can lunge over the table, Akaashi keeps his arm out and blocks you from doing so. He turns to the girl and bows his head, trying not to let his own anger consume him,” I think you should leave.”

“ And what if I don’t want to?” The soon to be bride pokes bitterly as she attempts to wrap her arm around Akaashi’s shoulders,” what is your girlfriend gonna do, hit me?”

She’s right, you can’t launch yourself across the table and your arm doesn’t have the reach but you had alternatives. You grabbed a half-drunken glass of some brown rum and you flung the alcohol into the girls face

Everyone at the table was SHOCKED, lowkey including you cause you didn’t even mean to throw the drink in her face it just happened YOU SWEAR it was just an instinct

Who could blame you I mean you were so mad plus you had been watching so many compilations of “ Best Housewives Fights from Bravo” that it was the first thing you could think of

Akaashi, bless him and his brilliant mind, immediately blocked your body with his because the soon to be bride tries climbing into the booth to beat you up and Bokuto also has a protective grip on your wrist to stop you from killing her

LUCKILY before you could spill any blood, security comes and forces the girl to leave your table

At first, you thought Akaashi was mad at you so you kind of pout and tell him how sorry you were but Akaashi doesn’t even care he just makes sure you’re okay

In his head, he knows maybe you were in the wrong for pushing the girl but he would never admit it outloud cause he values his life

My heart swoons for this man

Bokuto on the other hand is slapping your back and shaking your shoulders going,” Holy crap Y/N that was AWESOME!!!”

-Kageyama-

You and Kageyama had only recently started dating so he probably doesn’t have any idea how mad you could get. He’s seen a few times where you’ve gotten upset over school or your family problems but he still didn’t think too much about it

Who was he to be put off at having an easily angered s/o when he was balancing between his own emotions?

Anyway! You were one of Karasuno’s managers and you and Kiyoko got SO CLOSE! The job was super easy and it meant you could spend more time with your boyfriend so win-win!

The only part that was ever hard for you was other guys constantly hitting on you and Kiyoko like damn okay you both were hot as hell but at least treat girls with respect?

You didn’t mind guys telling you that you both were pretty caused duh you two already knew that but most of them were SOOO disgusting and you never let it slide

Before one of Karasuno’s games, you were on the sidelines with Kiyoko chatting about the next match when you could hear some of the guys from the other team trying to get your attention

“ Damn, Karasuno girls really are as fine as they say, they look soooo good.”

“ God, the things I would do if I was alone with them.”

“ I know you two can hear us, turn around so we can see what we’re working with.”

You just kept your eyes locked onto your clipboard because you didn’t want Kageyama to see how fucking crazy you could get but JESUS it was so hard when these two guys were harassing you

“ Kiyoko, I will fucking lose my mind if they come over here. I think I’m going to snap someone’s neck,” You said through gritted teeth as you watched your boyfriend warm up.

“Maybe you should go cool off in the bathroom before the game starts. I’ll let Kageyama-Kun know what’s going on and I’ll meet you in the hallway,” Kiyoko suggested as you gave her prayer hands cause she really do be a queen

You took your clipboard with you as if it was a weapon and stomped out to the bathroom cause you knew if you stayed in that gym any longer, you would cause a scene

You rinsed your face in the bathroom and you took a few deep breaths as you tried to calm yourself down

Your friends and family always told you that you needed to get your anger under control and now that you were dating, the last thing you needed was to scare Kageyama off

When you started to head out towards the gym, you felt in the air that something was off like spidey senses but instead, it’s like a creep radar was sounding off in your head

That’s when you saw Kiyoko and one of the guys from earlier cornering her against a wall

You can see that Kiyoko was visibly uncomfortable and you were just about to push your limit

“ I said to leave me alone. I’m waiting for a friend.”

“ Oh, you mean the other manager? I’m telling you, we would treat you like absolute queens at our school-”

“ Hey dude, back the hell off!” You shoved the guy to the side pretty hard to the point where he stumbled back a few good feet,” fucking creep.”

This dude, this mf has the audacity to POST UP TO YOU! You’re not even intimidated by him even though he’s easily half a foot taller than you

Like he’s in your face cause now he’s pissed that this girl actually managed to shove him pretty hard

“ Lay your hands on me again and see what happens.”

“ Are you threatening me? Cause if you are, go on and try to hit me I fucking dare you!”

Kiyoko is like nuh uh not on my watch and while im pretty sure kiyoko can throw fucking hands, she ran to go get Kageyama like “ go get ur girl”

This alerts pretty much the whole team even though they’re supposed to be warming up, they go with Kageyama cause if the boys hear your name and that you need help, they get hella protective

Kageyama slides over to the hallway and sees this dude yelling in your face and he sees red when the guy lays a hand on your shoulder

Before Kageyama can even make it over to you, you smash your clipboard over the guys head so hard, he hits the floor

BUT BRUH once he hits the floor you don’t! Stop! hitting ! him!

Like that clipboard is the perfect weapon oml

“ Don’t! Ever! Touch! Me!” You literally bash him after every word and this dude can’t even fight back like I personally dont feel bad but ummmmm you might commit murder

Kageyama rushes over to you and grabs you so you can stop and he’s trying to calm you down but once the word “bitch” slips out of the guys mouth, Kageyama grabs him by the jersey and is shaking him like a ragdoll

“ Watch your goddamn mouth before I put my fist through it!”

And you’re still heated so you want to basically jump this dude with your boyfriend cause romance ya know but Suga is holding you back ( he highkey struggling)

And now Noya and Tanaka are trying to hold Kageyama back because while they definitely would’ve reacted the same way, they don’t want Kageyama to go overboard

“ What did you just say? Go on and say it again-”

“ Kageyama please!”

“ You’re lucky I’m getting held back-”

“ Y/N! Enough!”

Just two lovebirds threatening a dudes life I love it

Things get resolved pretty quickly thanks to daddy daichi calming everyone down and now it’s time for the match to start

Suga lets go of you when Kageyama walks over and the first thing he does is hug you tightly. He practically squeezes the life out of you like this experience really showed how protective he was

He even admits that while he’s glad you can handle yourself, you shouldn't have to stand up to people alone and 100% doesn’t think you overreacted at all especially when Kiyoko thanks you for sticking up for her

He’s a bit intimidated by how you acted only because he had never saw you that mad before but he doesn’t blame you for how you handled it

[azucanela]

FIRST KISS HEADCANNONS

[ft. hinata shoyo, kageyama tobio, tsukishima kei, yamaguchi tadashi]

SUMMARY: you and the boys have your first kiss and its... well its something. 

WORD COUNT: 2.4k

WARNINGS: second hand embarassment, first kiss stuff, season three spoiler

A/N: why do i always simp for emotionally unavailable men? but i like this it makes me happy aksdhkjsha

HINATA SHOYO

as we all know, hinata is an energetic baby

like really energetic, calm tf down man 

anyways there are two possible situations

hinata gets over excited after making a really good spike while practicing with you or maybe he wins a game, and he kisses you.

OR, alternatively, he is blabbering on and on about volleyball and one of his games and you kiss him and hes just like

:O

not experienced, unless you count that one girl in kindergarten. 

he is VERY eager and wants to please you so he’ll probably learn pretty fast but it takes him a while to understand what you like because hes slow

but once he gets it?

oh hes got it

Is all over you 24/7 once you two kiss for the first time

VERY affectionate, this is his love language you cannot stop him

unless you say no, he’ll get sad but he drinks his respect women juice

no matter what, when you two first kiss, he is going to be embarrassed, and instead of an orange he will be a TOMATO

he is going to apologize to you, even if you kissed him, it’ll be awkward no matter what

Y/N didn’t know what she expected studying with Hinata to be like, of course she did believe that there would be actual studying. He had started out by telling her how he could absolutely not fail his upcoming tests, or else he wouldn’t be able to play volleyball, and this turned into more talks about volleyball. And more talks about volleyball. 

It had been about an hour and they had yet to get anything done. 

The way his eyes lit up made her happy, truly. She knew how much volleyball meant to him. When she met him in middle school she saw how desperately to be on a real team, and now that he was its only natural to be excited. Maybe his passion was the reason she liked him so much.

But Y/N really needed him to shut up or else he wouldn’t be playing any volleyball and she would be stuck with his moping. His passion was pretty annoying at the moment.

What better way to shut up your crush than with a kiss? 

It had been an accident, truly. When her lips found his in the midst of one of his speeches about volleyball and how great it felt to actually be playing, she genuinely thought it was the best way to silence him. And she was right. 

She surged forwards, lips meeting his, barely giving him enough time to respond before pulling back. Y/N’s cheeks warmed as she brought the textbook up to cover her face, “we need to work.” 

Hinata’s mouth gaped open.

She kissed him.

She kissed him. 

She kissed him.

Suddenly he’s yanking the textbook down from in front of her face and pulling her forward by the shirt, lips crashing together as she falls forward into his lap with a grunt of surprise. She brings her hands to his shoulders to support herself before pulling away.

This time Hinata is bright red, “I’m so sorry Y/N! I-”

Y/N quickly realized she wouldn’t be comforting him because of volleyball as she leaned forward to kiss him again.

KAGEYAMA TOBIO

so um

this mans is either gonna be SCARY SMOOTH

this is mostly by accident, completely unintentional but wow

or you kiss him and he thinks he dreamed that stuff up and tries to like pinch himself in the midst of the kiss while you’re there like ???

will blush but only after the fact not during

has not kissed anyone or thing aside from a volleyball

when y’all kiss the first time he is gonna wanna do it again

and again

and again

hes trying to figure out what you like and hes GOOD AT IT 

very talented despite never having kissed anyone

a quick study

Would definitely want advice from his teammates on kissing, but no one in his year

they’d all bully him, ahem tsukki

aside from bb yamaguchi he’d be like “you can do this!” 

so naturally he goes to the guys who know everything about girls! 

Tanaka and Nishinoya :,)

poor bb

they’d tell him all these bad pick up lines but there are also some valuable lessons learnt from observing his seniors like worshipping the ground you walk on just as they do for kiyoko

Y/N was beginning to regret her decision to babysit with Kageyama. Sure, he was cute. And sure he was nice and adorable and awkward. And sure he was her crush, but he was also distracting and she could only watch one child at a time. He’d asked for her help, and she’d agreed, because what could possibly go wrong? 

A lot, apparently.

They’d managed to get the kids to sleep, and the baby monitor on the coffee table beside them had yet to make a noise. Kageyama had gone to the kitchen, while Y/N sat on the couch, attempting to relax after having dealt with demons that were referred to as children. She watched as Kageyama entered, two mugs in hand, “hot chocolate.” Is all he said.

Y/N smiles at him, her exhaustion evident on her face as she accepts the cup gratefully, “thanks.” She laughs a little to herself, “of course you like hot chocolate.” She mumbled, taking a sip of her drink.

Kageyama tilted his head at her in response, “what do you mean?”

She places her drink on the coffee table, “well its warm chocolate milk. And you love milk.” Came her response. 

He nods in agreement, “I suppose you and milk have something in common.” And Y/N laughs softly at this comment as he sips his milk nonchalantly. 

And then it hits her, causing her to choke on her own drink.

Kageyama didn’t necessarily know how to talk to girls, but with her, it was just easy. Like volleyball, being with her felt like Volleyball. Of course, flirting was something Kageyama had never attempted and he wanted to do it right, so naturally he went to get some advice from some of his teammates. He’d never seen Nishinoya and Tanaka look so happy. Luckily, Sugawara had stepped in before they’d done any permanent damage, and here he was. 

This was not the outcome he expected as he put his own drink down in a panic, eyes wide as he quickly came to her side, patting her back. She coughs once more before speaking, “I’m sorry what. Did I hear you right because-” She paused, realizing how close they were, his hand on her lower back now and her hand on his shoulder.

Kageyama cleared his throat, “can I.. uh can I kiss you?” 

She nearly didn’t respond, voice caught in her throat, but quickly nodded her head when she realized he was awaiting her answer. His other hand came up to her cheek and she met his gaze, nodding once more.

And then they kissed, her hand gripping his shoulder as she tried to pull him closer, though it didn’t last long as they broke apart. Y/N beamed at him, laughing happily as she threw her arms around him and buried her head in his neck, his back fell onto the couch as his hands circled her waist, pulling her closer, a soft smiling forming on his face.

Y/N brought her head up from his neck and pressed another kiss to his lips, hand finding its way into his hair. 

“Kageyama, I’m thirsty, could you get me water?”

Kageyama bolted upwards, forehead bumping Y/N’s before she rolled off him and onto the floor, grunting as she made contact and rubbing her likely soon to be bruised head. 

“Oh my god-”

TSUKISHIMA KEI

oh tsukki, honey

he’ll probably kiss you first, and it’ll be be SOFT because this mans is SOFT FOR YOU

this time around it’ll probably be you who won’t shut up and he just kinda

goes for it

or when they beat shiratorizawa and hes deemed MVP he is just so excited he just-

if you get the opportunity to kiss him first he will get SO FLUSTERED but he’ll brush it off

his cheeks are bright red but he’ll pretend they aren’t

he asks sugawara for advice 

he’s a nervous boy but will deny ever talking to sugawara ever in his life if someone brings this up

just wants you to be his partner :,)

yamaguchi bullies him into confessing calls him a whimp and hes like damn yamaguchi got a spine now? yamaguchi definitely ROASTS HIM FOR NOT TELLING YOU AJKSDH

has probably kissed like one person, he’s a decent kisser that picks up signals really well

is smooth, like screw you tsukki my heart cannot HANDLE IT

emotionally available for you and you alone!! and maybe yamaguchi

If it had been anyone else, Tsukishima would’ve told her to shut up and let him walk home in peace. If it had been anyone he wouldn’t have even been here, he would’ve turned right about two blocks ago and headed home.

But it was Y/N, and he hadn’t turned right two blocks ago, instead he’d taken off his jacket and silently handed it to her when he’d noticed she had been shivering. 

And now he was listening to her talk about how stupid their math teacher was and how she was about to fight him for taking a point off even though she had gotten the question right. Her excessive hand gestures nearly hitting him in the face a few times. 

“I’m starting to seriously reconsider coming to Karasuno, honestly this man has the audacity to question my academic ability when I’ve been at the top of his class for-”

“I’m starting to seriously reconsider liking you.” 

A noise of shock escaped her and she faltered in her steps, stumbling forward and nearly falling flat on her face had Tsukishima not caught her.

Y/N’s mouth gaped open as her hands rested on his biceps, and his on her waist, his brow raised as she looked up at him before looking away, red evident on his cheeks as she smirked. “I could say the same.” 

He scoffed, “you just tripped because I told you I liked you.” He leaned closer to her, a small gap separating them, “I’d say you still like me.” 

Y/N raised a brow, “you sound pretty confident.” 

He smirked, hands around her waist pulling her closer before pressing his lips to hers. Her hands rising up to his neck, Y/N breaks the kiss, smiling at him. “God you’re such a nerd.” 

Tsukishima simply rolls his eyes, flicking her forehead as she yelps. 

YAMAGUCHI TADASHI

rip you and him 2020

either you kiss him and he freaks the hell out

or he kisses you and immediately starts apologizing for ever being born 

either way homeboy is gonna freak out

probably kissed a girl in spin the bottle once and nearly cried because of it, but he has very little experience

would tell tsukishima he likes you and get bullied

if he seeks advice he would probably go to tsukishima even though hes just as clueless he just acts cool its a facade

tsukishima would just tell him to quit freaking out over it

“just tell her how you feel, idiot”

he would probably tell you about yamaguchi’s feelings if he thought you felt the same

would likely prefer to suffer in silence with his “unrequited” feelings, than tell you and get rejected

homie does not think you like him like that

he just doesn’t think its possible for an angel like you to like him

hes perfect and deserves everything and would TREAT YOU RIGHT 10/10 he observes nishinoya and tanaka and FOLLOWS THEIR LEAD

first kiss is definitely awkward but once hes comfortable it’ll get better i swear man his game just give him a chance

Y/N was getting tired of this. How many times had she shamelessly flirted with Yamaguchi? How many times had she practically shoved in his face that she liked him. Sure, she hadn’t said. it up front, but she figured her previous tactics would have some sort of effect on him, and they did, he got incredibly flustered, but there was no sign he understood what she was saying.

So what better way to let him know that she liked him than to kiss him? Thats about as forward as you can be? Right? Right. 

As they closed the gym together, she was wondering if maybe this was the best plan. Maybe he didn’t like her back, maybe this would ruin their friendship, maybe it was better to just... not.

Y/N watched as he locked the gym doors, turning to her, “alright, all done,” his freckled cheeks were pink as he continued, “thanks for staying behind to help me.” 

She smiled softly at him, nodding, “of course.” Y/N extended her hand to him, “shall we?” 

He looked away as he grasped her hand, trying to his the deepening red of his cheeks as she pulled him along for their walk. Or at least, what he thought was their walk, because she yanked his hand, effectively pulling him closer to her and allowing her to press her lips to his.

His brain seemed to short circuit as his eyes widened, and she quickly pulled away, “I’m sorry.” She laughed awkwardly as she stared at him, releasing his hand. “We should probably go...” She trailed off avoiding his gaze.

Yamaguchi quickly realized he needed to do something, quickly reaching forward to grab her hand, causing him to stumble and fall, bringing her down with him. He grunted as his back hit the pavement, Y/N falling on top of him, their heads knocking together causing her to groan. He opened his mouth, at a loss for words, as she pushed up on his chest, trying to get up, but he pulled her back down. “What the hell Yamaguchi?” 

He swallowed nervously, “can you- do you think you could kiss me again?” He mumbled.

Y/N’s mouth gaped open, though it soon turned into a smirk, “of course I can.”

[katsuriin]

Hi!!!!! I LOVE UR WORKSSS💕May I request for hcs of Tsuki, Ushijima, Kuroo, and Osamu where their s/o has sweaty hands. Like during summer it’s dripping wet and when its cold it’s like a block of ice. My mom told me no one would want to hold hands with me ever and i need some comfort HAHAHAHAHEHEHE tysm!! 😘

❥Tsukishima, Ushijima, Kuroo and Osamu with a s/o who has bad circulation

wc: 0.6k

gn!reader

a/n: wait omG i get this request sm I have such bad circulation in my hands and feet they're either super cold or super hot T-T they ended up getting a bit short hhh  but thank you anon!!! and don't worry if someone can't love you despite your sweaty hands they don't deserve u (•ˋ_ˊ•)

I don't think he'd notice until it became summer and you refused to hold hands with him, settling with just holding his arm softly

he secretly hates it that you aren't holding his hand, he's your boyfriend he deserves hand holds >:(

eventually snaps when you slip your hand out of his immediately when you're walking home from school

The second your hand unlinks with his, he stops in his tracks. 

"Is there something wrong, [y/n]?" he asks calmly.

"w-what? everything's fine Kei why?"

"youdon'tholdmyhandanymore" he mumbles, but you hear anyway and immediately felt bad. You take both of his hands in yours.

"I'm sorry Kei, I just have really bad circulation and my hands get super sweaty and it's kind of gross and it's kind of embaras-"

"I don't care" he states before taking your hand and carrying on walking, practically dragging you as you stutter and blush.

I feel like he'd only do super subtle PDA anyway so like light touches on your back or arms and maybe a kiss on your forehead when there aren't that many people around but you both alwAys hold hands on the way home

when it starts getting warmer he immediately picks up on it, contrary to popular belief he isn't as oblivious as he seems--

well,,, maybe he is but not when it comes to his s/o 

"why aren't you holding my hand [y/n]" yes I am continuing with the Ushi speaks in bold agenda

"o-oh I have kinda bad circulation and they stay super hot in the summer" he hums in response and places your hand on his arm instead so that he can still feel close to you...

...A couple of days later though when you're sleeping over at his, he starts playing with your hands really intensely

"toshi... what are you doing?"

"I saw somewhere that exercising and stretching your hands can improve circulation." He gets a lot of cuddles that night for being so damn endeARING.

okay this guy definitely has sweaty hands just saying fjskf like he's the sort of person that looks as if he runs hotter anyway aheM

so when he finds out you do too, baby is kind of relieved because he didn't want to disappoint you 🥺

but!! that doesn't mean he doesn't have a list of alternatives because he's definitely one for PDA 

he loves it when your clinging onto his arm, it makes him feel so wanTED and you look really cute and happy 🥺🥺

loves to have an arm around your waist and or shoulders and because he's a bit of a dick if you're shorter than him he'll use you as an arm rest dgfdgg

his personal favourite is to just piggy back you everywhere though, he loves having you close to him in general and it doesn't bother him that you can't hold hands all the time

just gives him an excuse to touch you in other places that sounds a lot more suggestive than it actually is pleASE

bonus: lmao once when your hands got super cold he offers to sit on your hands and when you decline he does it anyway 

omg-- okay wait I need a moment I love him so much okay? jskjdkjsd 

in winter he makes sure your hands are always warm 

this means constant hand holding and always making you wear his gloves that are kind of big on your hands 🥺🥺

he also holds your hand and puts it in his pocket

gives atsumu the most done look ever when he offeres to hold your other hand lmao

so when the winter months end and you stop holding his hand as much, baby gets so confused omg 🥺

he'd lowkey test it out first and only say something the third time you let go of his hand so that he knew it wasn't an accident

when he asks you about it, he just nods and carries on walking

You trail after him, carrying on talking about your day until you feel a touch against your hand again.

You smile softly as Osamu intertwines his pinky with yours.

"compromise." he says as he meets your smile with one of his small ones

[yandere-daydreams]

can i get a yandere tsukishima with a really bubbly and naive darling? except the darling isn't nearly as bubbly and fun when tsukishima kidnaps her, so clearly somethings wrong with her. so tsukishima spends his time with her trying to fix his darling through punishments

The names in this series are going to kill me, I mean, if the volleyball terminology doesn’t first. Luckily, y’all already know I can’t resist a sweet boy who won’t admit he’s sweet, even if I have to alternate wild between first and last names to do it.

TW: Burns and Fire, Physical Abuse, Mentions of Kidnapping, Bondage and Toxic Mindsets. 

~

He swore he just wanted to see you smile.

You tried not to cringe as Kei tightened your make-shift restraints, fingertips already going numb as thick fabric and twisted knots cut off your circulation, making it hard to move anything lower than your wrist. You tried to reposition yourself, to make the feeling of the metal pole digging into your spine tolerable, but every shift and small movement left your arms going tense, your legs stretching out awkwardly as you tried to keep them from touching the frozen cement beneath you. The basement was never warm, but… god, it always felt so much colder when Kei was mad.

Cringing was suppressible, but shivering wasn’t, that terrible trembling starting as soon as your captor finished his work. You didn’t speak, pushing your shoulders forward as he stepped in front of you. His gaze was always burning, as intense as it was unfaltering. You used to admire that about him, his confidence, his constant indifference, but it felt hostile when directed towards you. Even as you looked away, choosing to glare at nothing in particular, you could feel him prying you open, getting under your skin and squirming. Picking you apart, before he even said a word.

That certainly didn’t mean hearing his voice was any less distressing, though.

“I don’t want to do this.” If there was any passion behind his sentiment, you couldn’t tell, the chill in his tone rivaling that of the damp air. “You know that, don’t you? I could never want to hurt you.”

You didn’t pity him with a response. Instead, you curled further into yourself, Kei only shaking his head, sighing as he kneeled in front of you.

He continued unprompted, a warm palm coming to rest on your bent knee. “If you just… got better, I wouldn’t have to do anything! You’re the one being stubborn, I shouldn’t have to apologize!” There was an abrupt pause, another breath, this exhale more frustrated than its predecessor. “And I’m not going to apologize, either. Not if you’re going to be as irritating as you were in highschool.”

It was all you could do to keep from rolling your eyes, but ‘misbehavior’ would only make him more volatile. Still, you didn’t try to stop yourself from saying what was on your mind, even if you could hardly will your opinion to rise above a mumble. “At least I grew up, Tsukishima.”

That was all it took to set him off, Kei baring his teeth as he fumbled for something in his pocket. Your heart stopped, for a moment, your pulse dropping into your stomach, but you managed to relax once you saw the butter-knife in his hand, a weapon so harmless, you could hardly keep from laughing. What was he going to do, offer you a slice of fruit? Saw at your leg until he broke the skin? You’d gone through worse, he’d done worse. Even a real knife couldn’t have fazed you, by now.

Then, you saw him reach for something else, something smaller, and your dread returned in full-force.

A lighter.

You started struggling the moment you realized what he was planning, thrashing and kicking and yelling, despite how the noise bounced off the sound-proof walls. Your heel collided with Kei’s diaphram, earning a small grunt much less satisfying than you hoped it would be, but your resistance was overwhelmed easily, your legs soon pinned under his weight and his hands busy holding the small fire to the metal, silver turning red as the seconds passed. He didn’t bother warning you, clutching the handle and pressing the flat of the blade to your calf, your hollow threats instantly turning to wordless screams. He pulled it away quickly, letting you slump forward in relief, but by the time an angry, flaming welt had formed, his attention had traveled higher up. Following his stare, you attempted to wretch your appendage out of his hold, but forcing your submission was an effortless maneuver. In the blink of an eye, he was on top of you, straddling your thighs, pressing the white-hot object into your stomach and keeping it there. 

He must’ve been able to feel the heat too, but Kei only grit his teeth, his free hand gathering up your grown-out hair, clamping down and shoving your face into his shoulder, not giving you a choice when it came to accepting the rough affection. You crumpled into yourself as the knife clattered against the floor, Kei abandoning the tool in favor of taking the flame directly to your bare arm, holding it to your skin until sobs were racking over you. He must’ve felt the reverberations, his grip on your scalp loosening, nimble fingers beginning to card through the tangled strands as his demeanor softened. “It’s fine, (Y/n), it’s fine,” He cooed, as if he was the one being singed, burnt, branded. “This’ll stop as soon as you give me what I want.”

“It… it hurts.” You sounded weak, pitiful, but the whine came out involuntarily. Even as he let you go, opting to rub small, delicate circles in your side, you didn’t try to pull away from him, hiding your face deeper in his chest as the pain dulled, the ache settling in to take its place. “Please, I don’t want to--”

He didn’t hesitate to cut you off. “You know what you’re supposed to do.”

And you did. 

Slowly, you straightened your back, plastering a bright, beaming smile across your face. The closed-eye kind, toothy and fun and childish. Kei’s favorite.

You let it falter when he chuckled, the expression that took its place weaker, worried. With a small tug he brought you closer, kissing your forehead, the gesture so gentle, you almost forgot the situation that’d brought it on. You melted into it, letting Kei have his moment, or… you would’ve, rather. It was more shocking than anything, his hand clamping down around your jaw, the lighter pressing into the underside of your chin as a grin spread across his lips.

“I hope that temper tantrum was worth it,” He started, blunt nail tapping against the plastic shell. “It’s going to take a lot more than that to get you out of this, sweetheart.”

[babiekeiji]

only you

pairing: kageyama tobio/f!reader  word count: 4678  warnings: nsfw! includes mafia themes, detailed sex, some blood, vaginal fingering, dirty talk, some sorta unrequited love (yes you already know i’m the biggest whore for this shit), some making out 

synopsis: kageyama tobio is part of a mafia and he can’t bear the thought of losing the ones he loved - and you don’t even know if you’re on the list.

a/n: HELLOOOO this is my first ever work here on tumblr i hope you guys like this one (even though it’s basically just . porn w a lil plot) yes leave me comments about how you guys liked this one!! hehe happy reading (◍•ᴗ•◍)

The night is quiet. 

The only sound you hear is the soft buzzing of the air conditioning system and the clink of the ice in your drink, starting to form little tears outside your glass. You place your head in your hands and turn to Yachi, another medic of the mafia you belong to. 

Yachi drums her fingers against the metal table she is sitting next to, anxious. “When are they coming back? It’s been nearly six hours.” 

“I wouldn’t expect this one to be so easy,” Sugawara says, putting the last batch of gauzes and bandage rolls on the same table where Yachi stays adjacent. He puts his hands on his hips, “I wouldn’t expect any of their missions to be easy.” 

Yachi begins to bite her nails in anticipation, her eyes pinned to the front doors of the manor. “Daichi would call, right? If he needed us?” 

“If he needed us that bad,” you respond, taking your drink, “He would. Otherwise, he’d let us wait here.” 

“I get worried for them every night they’re away,” Yachi muses, “We’re practically living in the middle of nowhere; it’s so hard to navigate at night.” 

Sugawara sits down beside you on the couch, reaching for your drink. “They’ll be fine,” he sips, “They’re good at what they do—the most they’ve ever come back with was Hinata with a broken wrist.” 

The silence ensues as the night grows. Sugawara falls asleep next to you on the couch, and Yachi gets up to make herself a cup of coffee. 

How are you? You text Kageyama, to which he responds after a few minutes. 

Almost done, he texts, I don’t know if anyone’s hurt. I’ll text you later on the way home. 

Okay, you reply. Take care. 

Keep safe. 

“What’d he say?” Yachi comes in and sits on the couch across from you, a steaming cup of joe now in her hands. “I was hoping he texted you.” 

“Kageyama doesn’t know the number of casualties,” you shake your head. “I don’t think we can call Kiyoko, either. They’re not exactly supposed to be on their phones in the gala.” 

“How’d they get into this super-secret, all-rich-people gala again?” She asks, “I’m almost never told how their missions usually work.” 

“Kiyoko hacks to get them in, I think.” You say, “Though this should be an easy mission for them. I hope there aren’t a lot of them injured.” 

“We’ll have to ask Daichi permission to leave soon,” Sugawara stirs, “We’re running out of medical supplies.” 

“Oh, shit, we are,” you glance towards the few remaining materials on the wheeled table. “I can go out tomorrow. I’ve got a practical exam for anatomy at 2 PM.” 

“I’ll try to pick you up after school,” Sugawara answers. “But for now let’s try to get some rest.” 

Sugawara lets you study his body while he sleeps, all while Yachi herself starts to drift off while she holds the now lukewarm cup of coffee in her hands. Sugawara starts to correct you on your mistakes halfway; at least the best he can in his groggy state. “You’re going to fail that exam,” he blinks slowly, yawning. “Did you even bother studying?” 

“Yes, I did study!” 

“Then why do you think the needle goes through here—”

The ground rumbles, signaling the nearing of a vehicle. Sugawara’s eyes light up and Yachi is suddenly wide awake. He motions for everyone to keep quiet, waiting for a sign that the car outside is them. 

The familiar sound of Daichi’s car’s horn echoes in the night, and Sugawara is quick to run to the front door to let everyone in. 

Tsukishima enters first, supporting an unconscious Yamaguchi with his hand wrapped around his waist, Yamaguchi’s arm slung across his shoulders. “He was drugged,” He says, approaching Yachi. “Someone was onto us.” 

“Huh?” Yachi squeaks, quick to rearrange the couch’s pillows for Yamaguchi to lie on. “Settle him here, please.” 

“Hey!” Tanaka enters, a cut on his cheekbone, Nishinoya limping after him. “We did great!” 

“No, we didn’t,” Tsukishima rolls his eyes, sitting on the floor. “We would have been if Kageyama’s ass didn’t have to knock over the champagne tower.”

“Did he actually?” Sugawara asks, nudging Tanaka and Nishinoya to sit down on your couch. “Y/N. Get off. It’s time to work.” 

“Daichi and Kageyama aren’t here yet,” you muse, eyes not leaving the opened front door. “Why?” 

“Ah,” Tanaka waves his hand in excuse. “He’s getting an earful from our big daddy about how he almost compromised our mission and shit.” 

Hinata runs through the doors, telling you to get up hastily so he can sit on your spot. “I’ve got a scratch on my knee,” he points to the part of his leg pant that ripped, showing a long, thin line of a wound, “It doesn’t hurt so much, though, so you can treat me later.” 

You grab a rubber ribbon, a bottle of antiseptic and a few pieces of gauze. “Jesus, what did you land and trip on?” You ask as you begin to tie the ribbon above Hinata’s wound, trying to control the bleeding. Hinata leans back on the couch and closes his eyes. 

Nishinoya snorts, “That’s a story.” 

Sugawara puts a small bandaid on Tanaka’s cheek and ushers him off the couch so he can treat Nishinoya next. 

As you finish cleaning Hinata’s wound, you see Kageyama and Daichi walk through the door, the first looking dejected with his head looking down to his shoes as he walks. Though your heart flutters at the sight of your pseudo-boyfriend, you can’t help but wonder why exactly he’s so despondent. He’s usually up and at it with Hinata after missions, arguing about who exactly did better between the two of them until Daichi or Sugawara tells them to cut it out. Today, Kageyama didn’t even bother looking at you before he left the living room. 

Daichi settles in between Nishinoya and Hinata with a long sigh while Kageyama proceeds up the stairs of the manor, most likely heading to his room. 

“Jeez,” Suga says, feeling up Nishinoya’s leg. “You did a number on him this time.” 

“Ow!” Nishinoya says as Sugawara stretches his leg towards himself. “Ow, shit, stop!” 

“He can’t stop, idiot,” you chuckle, starting to tape the gauze to Hinata’s leg. “He needs to treat your leg so you won’t cramp later on.” 

“My leg just cramped, do you want me to cramp again?”

Sugawara stands up to get a hot pack for Nishinoya’s leg. Yachi is finished patching up Tsukishima and Yamaguchi and walks over to help Daichi. 

“I’m not hurt,” he stops her with a raise of his hand. “I just have an excruciating headache.” 

“Let me check your blood pressure at least,” Yachi says, going to grab her kit. “You might need more than a painkiller.” 

“Where is Kiyoko?” Sugawara asks, entering the living room with a hot pack and a cold pack, giving it to Nishinoya. “Here. Alternate these on your leg every fifteen minutes until the ache is gone. Shoo!” 

Nishinoya mumbles a quick thank you, Suga and leaves to his room upstairs. Daichi sighs for the nth time that night. “Kiyoko’s still out buying some supplies. She might not be back until dawn.” 

“Poor Kiyoko,” Yachi says as she finishes taking Daichi’s blood pressure. “You’re all good, Daichi. I’ll go fetch you a painkiller for your headache and you can go on and rest.” 

“Thanks, Yachi. You’re the best.” 

Hinata seems to have fallen asleep on the couch because you start hearing small noises of snoring coming from him while you roll his pant leg back down. Standing up, you move his face side to side slowly, checking for any more injuries before you leave. “Hinata’s all set,” you say, smiling. “And super asleep too.” 

“That boy almost died,” Daichi shakes his head. “He tripped and got left behind.” 

“How did you guys almost get caught…?” You ask, grabbing the blankets under the table for Hinata, Tsukishima, and Yamaguchi, who are all sound asleep. 

“Kageyama knocked over a champagne tower on accident,” Daichi replies. Yachi approaches him and asks him to hold his palm out so she can give him his painkiller. Daichi takes the pill and the glass of water and swallows it before saying, “And behind the champagne tower was the man we were trying to avoid. He recognized Kageyama right away and called his goons on us.” 

“Poor thing,” you say, glancing up to his room. 

“You should go to visit him, Y/N.” Sugawara smiles, sitting down beside Daichi. He yawns. “Better check up on your little boyfriend before he locks his door.” 

“Shut up, Sugawara,” you say as you collect some stuff to bring up to Kageyama. “He’s not my boyfriend.” 

“He isn’t huh?” Daichi chuckles. “Do you wanna explain why I’ve been seeing you go out of his room at 2 am lately?” 

“Shut up! Goodbye. I am going now!” 

“Hey!” Sugawara calls while you climb the staircase. “Not too loud tonight, okay? I have condoms in my room.” 

“Sugawara!” 

“They’re chocolate-flavored!” 

— 

Kageyama is silent. 

You don’t know how to react because he lies on his bed, back facing you, with almost all his mission clothes strewn on the floor—the expensive tie you picked out for him lies beneath his work table, his Gucci belt hung on his chair, his socks on his nightstand, his vest, dress shirt, and blazer was all thrown across the expanse of his room. He is left bare, with only his dress pants to cover him up. The small lamp that sits on his desk illuminates the room, albeit hardly enough for you to make out the shadows of his toned back. 

“Kageyama?” You whisper. “It’s me. I’ve got to clean you up.” 

He’s not the type to be so despondent after a mission. You don’t hear him cry, though—you wish you did because when you sit on the edge of his bed and look over to study his face, he’s staring straight ahead like he’s looking five hundred one meters away. You set down the pile of instruments and materials on the space of his bed and pat his leg softly, trying to comfort him at least. 

With the faint light of the room, you can see multiple cuts on his forearms and a bruise starting to blossom on his shoulder. His side is filled with scars and faded yellows of bruises from missions in the past. Kageyama’s hands seem okay—his knuckles are bloody and bruised, but it doesn’t look like the blood came from him. 

You scootch over to run your fingers through his hair. “Kags,” you say softly. “I’m here for you.” 

Kageyama closes his eyes and starts to shift so he’s lying on his back. He opens his eyes to look at you. “My best friend almost died today, Y/N.”

With the faint glow of his small lamp, you make out the tears that slip from his eyes. Kageyama’s eyes are glossy, and so full of love and emotion for his best friend as he starts sobbing, his hands instantaneously reaching up to wipe the tears off his face. You gently take his wrists away from his face and start swiping away each tear that comes out of his eyes. 

“Because of me,” he says in between sobs. “Because of me, Y/N. He almost died because of me.” 

He’s so beautiful when he’s overcome with emotion. 

But you don’t know what to say to him that will make him feel better. You don’t think saying that will make him feel better, so you sit in silence, wiping away his tears. 

He pushes your hands away to start angrily wiping his tears. 

He doesn’t stop crying as you prepare antiseptic-soaked cotton for his cuts. You gently take one of his arms and swipe the cotton slowly, slowly over his wounds, blowing over them right after to ease the burn. His crying is reduced to sniffles, and soon enough, he stops crying altogether. 

“You’re beautiful when you’re open to me like that,” you say, placing cute teddy bear band-aids on his smaller cuts. You take one of his hands and kiss all of his fingers. “I love knowing you trust me enough to cry to me.” 

He uses the same hand you kissed to cup your face. He looks at you with a blank look on his face, running his thumb over the expanse of your cheek. “I still have to patch you up,” you whisper. “Give me a few minutes, okay?” 

He nods and lets you handle him. 

When you touch Kageyama you feel like you’re holding something so fragile; you’re afraid that one single move you make on him will break him and make him hate you forever, but Kageyama’s always so gentle with you. He’s not going to flinch or groan in pain when you deal with him, because he knows you’re scared. He always tells you good job after you fix him up because he’s just that thoughtful. He stares at you with stars in his eyes while you wipe an alcohol round on his knuckles to get rid of the blood. 

“Where else are you hurt?” You ask, and he shakes his head. 

Kageyama pulls you to him and wraps his arms around you. “I was so scared, Y/N,” he whispers. “I didn’t want to lose Hinata.” 

You run your nails over the dip of his back where his spine is supposed to be, “You didn’t, Kageyama. You know to be careful the next time around.” 

He holds you even tighter if that were possible. “I don’t know, it’s just—what if I actually lost him this time? And if I did, it was because I was so dumb?” 

“Kageyama—”

“I almost got him killed, Y/N.” He pulls away and looks you dead in the eyes. “I almost killed my best friend.” 

You’ve had enough. 

You grab his face with both your hands and bring him to you to kiss him square on the lips. “You’re fine, Kageyama,” you say, before kissing him back even more. “You two will be alright.” 

Though you say such comforting words, your heart aches because you say them with every bit of love you have for him inside of you—but you know he won’t love you the same way you do. 

You know he won’t love you because he’s scared of losing you the most. 

Take the risk, you want to tell him, while you kiss him even more. I’m worth the stakes. Hug me. Kiss me. Fill me up. Love me, in all the ways you can. Love me in all the ways you want. 

Take the risk, you think, as you hold his face in your hands, your breaths mixing together as you look into his eyes, so intense, and so full of love, Love me. 

You shift to straddle his waist. Your mouth pecks the corner of his mouth and trails down to his jaw. “You’re okay, Kageyama.” You remind him again, as you bring your face back to him. You kiss him again, prodding your tongue to his mouth, which he gladly opens for you. Your tongue explores every flavor of him Kageyama has to offer, while Kageyama lets his guard down enough to start sucking on your tongue. You pull away to place your mouth on his neck, no spot left unkissed. 

Soon you begin sucking, licking, biting everywhere around his neck. He moans, “Fuck.” Kageyama places his hands on your hips, and you know exactly how to move them to get him riled up. 

As you continue to mark his neck, you grind on him faster, moaning in time with him. “Fuck, baby—” he breathes. “You’re so good.” 

You stop your assault on his neck to suck on his bottom lip, then his tongue. “Mmf,” he whines, hearing the lewd sounds of your mouth wrapped around his tongue. He pulls away to whisper, “Baby, stop.” 

You stop, doing your best to grind on him slower than before. “What’s wrong, Tobio?” 

He places a firm grip on your hips and squeezes his eyes shut, and it’s only now you notice that his breathing has gotten erratic. The warm glow of his lamp provides you the small shapes of the blossoming love bites on his neck and collarbones. “I.,” he whispers, shaking his head. 

“What do you want, Tobio?” You say, halting the roll of your hips on his clothed cock. You take one of his hands and lick up his thumb before putting it in your mouth. You moan, making the lewdest face you can. You can feel his cock twitch in between your thighs, which only drives you to continue your grinding, his thumb still in your mouth. You let go of his hand and place it back on your hips. “What do you want?” 

Kageyama’s eyes are closed in pleasure as you continue to grind on him. “Fuck,” he says. “You’re so hot.” 

You chuckle and lean down to kiss him square on the lips. 

Kageyama gets tired of your grinding and switches your places so he’s on top, humping his clothed, fully-hard cock uselessly against your pussy. He settles his forearms to the sides of your head and leans in enough just so your mouth is next to his ear, and you whisper, “My body is yours, Kageyama.” 

He moans quite loudly at that.

“Don’t say things like that, Y/N.” He says, hastily taking off your shirt and your sweatpants. 

“Why not?” You bite your nails, watching Kageyama get riled up. You arch your back as he reaches for your bra clasp, undoing it with ease and tossing it to the side, leaving you practically bare naked in front of him, save the panties you have on. 

He leaves a kiss on your lips first before going to lick the length of your throat. “You don’t know what you do to me, baby.” He sucks on the spot he knows you’re weakest and he has you moaning. 

Kageyama’s hips continue to grind against yours, his cock getting harder and harder by the second. The trails his own kisses down to the valley between your breasts and kisses both your under breasts before taking one nipple in his mouth and the other between his forefinger and thumb. 

“A-ah, Tobio,” you say, eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure nearly overwhelms you. “Your tongue feels so..so good.” 

He releases the nipple in his mouth with a lewd pop, “Yeah? You like it when I have your tits in my mouth, baby?” 

“Mmm,” you nod as he takes the other one into his mouth and starts sucking harshly on it, this time biting it too. “Oh Tobio, fuck!” 

As he continues his assault on your breasts, he stops grinding to play with the hem of your panties. “Can I?” He asks, tugging. You nod hastily and he wraps his mouth around your nipple again, sucking even harsher this time. Tobio takes off your panties and drags a finger up and down your folds. 

“Fuck, Y/N,” Kageyama smiles. “This wet for me?” 

“Only for you, Kageyama,” you wrap your arms around his neck as he settles his face in between the crook of yours. “Only for you.” 

Every single touch Kageyama delivers feels like a lick of fire straight from the hearth of the gods; your skin hot to the touch. Kageyama’s fingers, palms, skin roaming everywhere on your body only leaves you wanting more and more of him to warm you up even further.

His calloused thumb starts to rub gentle circles on your clit, causing you to moan. He drags another finger up and down your slit before easing it into you. “I love that you’re so wet for me, sweetheart,” he whispers, finally starting to piston his one finger in and out of you. “It’s so fucking hot.” 

He adds another finger and makes his pace inside of you even faster, and soon enough, you’re writing underneath him, tears in your eyes, the knot in your stomach starting to become irritating as Kageyama seems to be nowhere near letting you cum. Soon enough, he adds a third finger, which just has you crying in pleasure as his pace slows. “Kageyama,” you whine. “Kageyama, Kageya—”

He uses his other hand to cover your mouth. “Do you want the others to hear who’s fucking you good, Y/N? Is that what you want?”

You moan as his words drip in filth. He curls his fingers inside of you, finally reaching your sweetest spot. You moan and whine and writhe under him as he continues to pump his curled fingers inside of you. “You’re so loud, Y/N,” he chuckles. “I love that I make you like that.” 

“Only you, Kageyama,” you whisper, “Only you.”

He pulls his three fingers out of you so suddenly you whine from the emptiness. 

“Kageyama,” you moan. “I want you in me, Tobio.” 

Kageyama swears at your filthy words. He’s quick to stick two of his cum-coated fingers into your mouth for you to suck on, the other hand going to unbutton his pants. He pulls away for a second to take off both his dress pants and his underwear to finally reveal his cock—standing proudly, not quite lifted due to how heavy and girthy he is. His cock is already leaking precum as he strokes it in front of your wet pussy. “Like what you see?” He teases, prying your legs wide open. 

“I’d like it better if it was in my mouth,” you mumble, rubbing tight circles on your clit as he gets himself slick between your folds. “Or if it was actually—ah—in me.” 

He positions the head of his dick to your entrance, smiling at the heat that meets him. “Where’d you learn to talk like that, baby? That’s dirty.” 

You bite your nail and shrug, spreading your legs even wider for him. “I try to figure out what things you like to do while we fuck.” 

Kageyama pushes himself into you little by little, the stretch and the fill of his cock inside you burning but at the same time feeling like the best thing in the world. “Kageyama,” you moan as he leans down to place his head between the crook of your neck. You turn your head to the side so you can whisper into his ear, “You fill me up so good.” 

Kageyama almost growls at your words, inside of you balls deep now. His breathing grows more and more erratic with every centimeter of him inside of you. “Move, Kageyama,” you plea, raking your nails down his toned back. “Please, move.” 

“N-No, baby, I—” he shudders. “I can’t, I—fuck—you feel so good. I might cum with two thrusts.” 

Kageyama does his best to keep still, tense as he can be, while you wrap your hips around his waist and start moving on your own. 

“Stop.” Kageyama hisses. 

He then proceeds to fill you up to the brink again, balls deep, and pound into you at a monstrous pace. Kageyama’s not too big and not too long; he’s just enough that whenever he thrusts inside of you, you feel like heaven. His grip on your hips is sure to leave marks for days, but in the end, you know you love looking at them in the mirror, along with the love bites he loves to trail down your body—to you, it’s a sign of how much Kageyama loves you. 

At least, how you hope he does. 

Kageyama moans shamelessly into your ear, whispering I love the way you feel and You’re so tight. His filthy words only add to the knotting in your stomach, just as your fingers begin to rub tight circles on your clit. You moan as Kageyama finally gets to the spot only he knows how to reach, and from that point on, you’re nothing but a writhing mess underneath him. 

“Love it when you moan like that for me,” he says, kissing your cheek while also slapping your ass, the smack resounding throughout the room. “You make the most beautiful faces.” 

“Fuck, Tobio,” you whine as you throw your head side to side. You grab one of his hands and put it to your breast, to which he understands what to do right away. Kageyama begins toying with your nipple, and soon enough, is bringing one of them into his mouth once again, all while his thrusts never cease to hit your sweet spot. “Oh god, just like that..” 

He stops all his ministrations on your body, sitting up and spreading your legs even wider before he thrusts in and out of you again, watching you take him so effortlessly. “You’re so wet, Y/N…” he says, and the tone of his voice confuses you. “I..I love that you’re so wet…” 

Your libido suddenly disappears, and you reach up to cup his face. “Tobio—”

He jerks his face away from your touch and wipes across his cheeks—why was he crying? In the middle of sex too?

Nonetheless, he places your leg onto his shoulder and pounds into you again, this time, crying above you as well—and really, you don’t know how to feel because Tobio’s cock is hitting places your fingers can’t reach but at the same time his tears roll down the valley of your breasts and now you can’t help but cry too because everything just feels so good and wow Kageyama’s thumb is on your clit—

And you’re coming, his name on your lips like a mantra, again and again—Tobio, Tobio, oh god, yes! 

He stops thrusting and cums inside of you, his sobbing still continuing, groaning while he rides out his high inside you. “I—ah—I’m sorry,” he cries. “You felt so good around me and today was just so stressful—”

You smile cup his cheek with your hand, wiping away one of his stray tears with your thumb. “It’s okay, Tobio. You’re safe with me.” 

At that, Tobio bursts. 

No, he literally bursts—his face bunches up a little bit before he closes his eyes and starts crying so much. He collapses on top of you and just wraps his arms around your waist, crying and crying and crying and crying, snot starting to collect on your skin and tears rolling down the sides of your body. But you don’t mind. 

You really don’t mind, because these are the few moments you know are special between only you and Tobio; nothing else in the world can compare to you feel when you’re with Tobio, whether in sex or just in general—so all while Tobio shakes and stutters and cries and moans on top of you, you hold him tight, even tighter than you have before because you know you may never get to experience a love like this ever again. 

Even if you know he can’t love you back. 

Kageyama pulls out of you only then, going to lay beside you instead. “I’m sorry I cried while we had sex,” he sniffles. “I’m just—I’m so stressed.” 

“It’s alright,” you remind him, and you think you won’t ever stop reminding him that it’s okay to feel. Moving closer to him, you wrap your arms around him and bring his head to your neck. “At least I know you’re comfortable around me.” 

“I’m most comfortable around you, Y/N.” 

You inhale sharply, trying your best not to even think of saying it— 

“I love you, Tobio.” 

You’re so stupid. You already know what he’ll say next. I love you too, he’ll start. But you know I can’t. 

He sighs and clings on to you just as tight. 

“I love you even more...” 

And you’re left waiting. Waiting for the moment your back hits the ground after falling from the highest altitude in space. Waiting for the moment your heart breaks into fractions and pieces so you can piece them together right away, once again. 

But the fall never comes, and the night stays the same. 

The night is quiet, and so is he. 

[fantastic-secrets]

Crossing the Line [3]

Fandom: Haikyuu!

Characters: Kuroo Tetsurou x Tsukishima Kei

Warnings: A terrible attempt to write smut

Word Count: 1.4k

[Part 1]

Kuroo tugged Kei to his feet before pushing him in the direction of his bedroom, adjusting his tie. Suits, huh? That was unexpected, but not in a bad way. It was gratifying to know that Kei enjoyed his usual appearance, and clothed sex was an interesting way to start their explorations. As he passed by his dresser, he caught sight of his grin reflected in the mirror, making him smile more broadly as Kei approached the bed.

"Let me help you with that," he purred as he pushed his lover down and turned him over so that they were looking at each other. He bent over to press soft kisses against that sharply defined jaw, his lips and tongue trailing down the slender neck to nuzzle at his collarbone. Kei smelled clean, with a hint of soap, which meant he'd probably had practice today and cleaned up before he came over.

"Tetsurou, I can--" Kei protested, but Kuroo looked up, pressing a finger to the blonde's lips.

"I said I'm spoiling you tonight, right? I don't want to hear anything pass your lips besides 'Yes,' 'More,' or you telling me what you want me to do. And maybe my name. It's your reward for being honest for once."

He returned to his ministrations, reaching down to grip the hem of Kei's shirt to pull it up and off to reveal the other man's pale, toned chest. Kuroo didn't have anything against women's soft curves (and he'd even fucked a few before Kei), but seeing such a well-trained body with musculature that he could trace--and did trace--with his fingers was really something else. His hands ghosted lightly over Kei's abs, just to feel the hard muscle, as he leaned back to admire the sight before him.

"You're fucking beautiful, Kei," he growled, watching Kei turn his head aside to try to hide his embarrassed expression. Then, he bent down to add his mouth to the mix, alternately kissing the work of art before him and worrying at it lightly with his teeth to leave proof of his possession, though he remained careful to not leave the marks anywhere that would be visible above Kei's clothes. It was another one of Kei's rules, after he'd been teased relentlessly about them when his teammates had seen them once. It had bothered Kuroo at first since he'd thought that Kei might be trying to hide their relationship, but whenever they had gone out with their friends, Kei had always readily admitted that they were dating. So Kuroo had just let it go as just another one of those things.

As he teased Kei's nipples, Kei let out a groan that went straight to his dick, and Kuroo's breath hitched as he began to swell inside his pants. Given Kei's unsteady breathing, he was in the same situation, and Kuroo surged upward to capture his mouth again in a desperate, sloppy kiss. His lover finally began to relinquish his rigid self-control, draping his arms around Kuroo's neck to draw him closer as they tasted each other, their groins rubbing together in search of the friction that would get them off.

Kuroo's hands trailed lower, unbuckling Kei's belt and unzipping his pants before helping him to pull them off. At the first touch of skin on skin, Kei flinched, bucking upward into his hand, and Kuroo smiled as he broke the kiss to push himself up with his free hand so he could look down at the blond. He flicked his other hand lazily, watching Kei's expression change as the pleasure began to build. But he was surprised when Kei suddenly grabbed his tie, pulling him back down.

"Tetsu... it's fine. Want... you," his boyfriend panted, his breath hot against Kuroo's face. With his own dick straining for release, Kuroo was more than happy to comply,unbuttoning his blazer and flipping the ends out of the way. He fumbled briefly inside his dresser before pulling out a strip of condoms and lube. Impatiently, he tore at the foil with his teeth as he unbuckled his own belt, his breath coming out in a ragged sigh as he freed himself. After a few rough strokes, he slipped the condom on before turning his attention back to Kei.

While he'd prepared himself, the blond hadn't been idle. Those slim, beautiful fingers were wrapped around his own dick, flushed and slick with his pre-come. Smirking, Kuroo grabbed Kei's hand, pulling it off and raising it to his face, ignoring Kei's protests as he drew his tongue from wrist to fingertip. It was pure torture for both of them as he lavished his attention on Kei's hand, drawing each finger into his mouth and caressing it clean while breathing in the musky scent of his lover's arousal. Only when he had licked every inch of his skin did he allow Kei to pull away, blushing furiously. His own hands dropped to rest against Kei's waist, tugging the taller man's body onto his legs as he knelt on the bed before smearing the lube over himself.

"Tell me what you want, Kei," he ordered, his voice low and commanding. His erection nudged Kei's, startling a groan from his lover, and he thrust again, just to hear the noise repeated.

"Fucking... bastard..." Kei replied breathlessly, his hands fisted in the sheets.

"Oya, oya. Don't talk about yourself that way," Kuroo reprimanded him mockingly, slowly grinding against him. "Come on, tell me."

Kei's furious, hot, and needy gaze met his, and he felt himself grow even harder.

"Fuck me."

"As you wish."

He eased himself into Kei, drawing out gasps from both of them. Adjusting his grip, he pulled Kei higher as he thrust into the slick, feverish heat, aiming for the spot that would make the younger man come undone completely. But with his own legs trapped by his tailored clothes, he found that he couldn't spread them as widely as usual: even though Kei was clearly enjoying it, given the way he moaned and twisted beneath him, Kuroo's shallower thrusts were less than satisfying to him.

Growling under his breath, Kuroo backed off the end of the bed, dragging the blond with him. He saw Kei's head lift to look down at him, his expression one of startled surprise, but when Kuroo drove back in with his feet firmly anchored on the ground, that head was thrown back again with a cry that urged him onward. Grinning, Kuroo hitched Kei's legs over his arms, letting him better adjust the angle as he increased his pace. At the same time, he wrapped his fingers around Kei's dick, jerking him off in a rough, erratic rhythm.

Kuroo's own pleasure was building in a liquid heat that he tried to hold back as Kei writhed beneath him, looking hot as fuck. His smooth skin was slick with sweat, and Kuroo smirked as he watched Kei bite his own lip, trying--unsuccessfully--to stifle his cries. His moans were music to Kuroo's ears, especially since Kei's smart mouth wasn't emitting sarcastic quips for once. He enjoyed the way that the blond could play the straight man and immediately come up with a retort to any of his comments, but he loved it even more when he knew that he could silence Kei by making him feel good. With a grunt, he thrust deep into Kei, stilling as his release drowned him in blinding euphoria and left him gasping his lover's name.

Kei made a small, displeased sound as he tried to rock his body in Kuroo's grasp, pulling the older man back to reality. A few more flicks of his wrist were all that were needed for Kei to come as well, leaving him shaking in Kuroo's arms. Gently, Kuroo lowered Kei back onto the bed, letting himself slip out of the other man. After tossing the condom into the trash and cleaning them both up a little, he collapsed next to Kei.

"So, how was that?" he asked, grinning as he reached out a hand to lightly caress Kei's flushed face. But Kei didn't answer immediately, instead shifting closer so that Kuroo's arm was draped over his back. Pleased, Kuroo obeyed the unspoken request, pulling his lover into his embrace.

"Was hot," Kei mumbled, his reply muffled as he spoke into Kuroo's shoulder.

"I'm glad you think so, because you're going to be paying the dry cleaning bill."

Immediately, Kei jerked back to a sitting position, his eyes wide with outrage. "Why do I have to--"

Kuroo continued to smirk at him, and Kei's eyes narrowed. "Ass."

"I love you too." Kuroo patted the sheets next to him, and after a moment, Kei took off his glasses and placed them on the dresser before laying back down again, letting Kuroo wrap his arms around him once more.