#tsukishima in the brain

[nappingmoon]

tsukki has a beloved cat that he talks to about you. has genuine conversations with the little ball of fur that lays on his chest while long, lithe fingers scruff under his chin and over his back. he knows his cat understands, he always meows at the right time and tilts his head when tsukki’s being immature or wrong. when he first tells that cat your name, he seems to purr twice as loud and turns over on his belly, demanding more pets. it seems the little critter has already formed an opinion on you, and tsukishima can’t help but agree.

tsukishima, even nervous and giddy, consults his cat about whether he should make the first move and just kiss you already.

when his lips are finally on yours, his mind strays for just a moment to his cat, grateful for his council, before returning to an overflow of thoughts of you.

[lemonfroq]

gummy post-story koitsukis bc i finished gk recently and i rly miss them

[art-soboro]

COME ON, PEOPLE, YOU'RE LETTING ME DOWN

[panukkie]

So ive been watching golden kamuy

[lees-chaotic-brain]

Which one of the JJK men/boys would grab your hand, wait for a bit and then raise it up to press a kiss to your knuckles?

this is very cute. it also got very out of control. and the haikyuu boys joined. i apologize.

How would/would he kiss your hand??

Bows with a dramatic flourish and takes your hand like he's going to kiss it. Instead he started chewing on your knuckles, ignoring your swatting and screeching in favor of gnawing and drooling all over your hand

GOJO, inumaki, toji (if he's in a playful mood), ATSUMU

The two of you are cuddling, your intertwined hands resting on his chest as he leans against your front. You're using your free hand to scroll through social media when he picks up your hand and presses your palm to his lips, lingering there for a moment. When you look down at him curiously, he just gives you a sappy grin and tells you he loves you.

geto, OSAMU, SUGAWARA, asahi, akaashi, YAMAGUCHI, YUUJI

Kisses your hands when you dance in the kitchen, or on romantic dates. Not an everyday occurrence, but when it happens it's always very sweet and tender. He's a gentleman through and through.

NANAMI, daichi, AKAASHI, megumi, kuroo (he tries)

Why would he kiss your hands when he can kiss all over your adorable face and lips???

BOKUTO, YUUJI, oikawa, NISHINOYA, atsumu, HINATA, INO

That's really cheesy and embarrassing. Why would he ever do that?

megumi, TSUKISHIMA, sukuna, SAKUSA

Maybe during quiet moments at home. He doesn't like pda, but he supposes it's fine if you're not in public.

MEGUMI, sakusa (if he knows your hands are clean), iwaizumi, kenma

Wants to, but he's too shy </3

YUUTA, YAMAGUCHI, ASAHI, choso

Too dense to consider kissing your hand.

KAGEYAMA, USHIJIMA

[bluemew0]

high five! 👐

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[whats-her-quirk]

Even Good Boys Bleed

kei tsukishima x reader

tags: suggestive content, friends with benefits?, mentions of sex, masturbation

wc: 800

♪ how bad do u want me by lady gaga

Kei is just about to take a bite of tuna when his mother asks him if he’s ever going to get married. It comes out of nowhere, and initially, he’s too shocked to dignify it with an answer. Instead he chews, swallows, then takes another bite.

When she asks a second time, he takes a sip of his tea. Maybe if he ignores her long enough, she’ll realize it’s a non-starter and give up.

“Have you ever even brought a girl home?” Akiteru chimes in. Kei shoots him a look.

“Shouldn’t you be worried about yourself? You’re five years older than me and you didn’t bring any girlfriend home with you for the weekend.”

Akiteru scoffs and rubs the back of his neck, eyes cast aside. “Hey, I go on dates sometimes. I do all right.”

Their mother steps in. “I’m just wondering if you’ve given it any thought. You’re turning 30 this year. I just want you to find a nice girl.” She’s pushing while pretending not to, a classic maternal strategy. Kei won’t let her get away with it.

“A nice girl,” he repeats sarcastically. “What does that even mean?”

In another lifetime, Kei might have said himself that he’d like a nice girl—sweet, smart, cute—but now that his family is on his back, he cringes.

“What about Yacchan? She was always so nice,” his mother muses.

Kei would be lying if he said he’s never considered it, which is why he says nothing. He spent so much time with Yachi back in high school, albeit mostly in groups. He definitely has a soft spot for her. She would have been a safe choice for a wife, but the years passed, and the vestiges of any crush he might have had on her were a distant memory.

“She’s just a friend,” he replies.

“What about work? Any cute girls there?” Akiteru prods.

Kei turns to his rice. He doesn’t mind most of the women he works with—he wouldn’t demean them by calling them ‘girls.’ Many of them are educated, cultured, some with an air of superiority, while others are as vapid as any other 20-something. One or two have caught his eye in passing, but getting involved with a coworker is messy. If it didn’t end in marriage, it was a territory war waiting to happen.

Setting down his chopsticks, Kei says, “If I ever meet someone worthy of bringing home, I will.” He wipes his mouth then carries his dishes to the kitchen. That’s the end of it.

But at night, he lies awake in bed, thinking. How else is he supposed to meet women? He isn’t downloading an app; he’s terrible at texting. He doesn’t like approaching people in bars, and he rarely goes to parties. And he isn’t about to let anybody set him up on a blind date, either. That left the remote possibility of meeting someone through a random encounter or mutual friends.

Or you.

A college friend of Yacchan’s from Tokyo, you’ve been around the fringes of his life for years. He knows you without really knowing you, though he’s been introduced multiple times by Tadashi, who keeps forgetting you’ve already met. On several occasions, you accompanied Yachi on visits home to Miyagi, where you’d end up out to dinner or drinks or karaoke with him and his oldest friends.

And then you’d end up in his bed.

Kei never asked you on a date. You aren’t dating. But any time you end up in town or he’s in Tokyo, he drifts to you. The long distance makes things tricky. It’s not worth the hassle, he’s always thought. You’re not a safe bet, not the kind of girl he ever thought he’d bring home to his mother.

But his body craves yours like a drug.

Heat tickles his stomach when he thinks about it. About you. Late nights, your dark bedroom, sweaty limbs tangled together while you pepper his neck with moans. The shade of lipstick that makes your lips look lightly bitten, the artificial shade an exact match for the natural flush of your mouth when he’s drunk on your kisses.

Kei is ashamed of how desperately he palms between his thighs, willing himself to cool down but hoping he dreams of you, your perfect body, your sarcastic, biting comments, especially the ones you fling at him after long stretches of time apart.

Would it be so bad, Kei thinks, to go to bed with you every night? To have you in his arms or riding on top of him, keening his name in passion?

You’re unpredictable, a flight risk. He doesn’t know you beyond the banter and the way your body satisfies every need of his own.

Why’s he still single? He’s been waiting for the right person, he always said.

But what if the right one is you? And how much is he willing to risk to find out?

[marcelineuntitled]

silly little drawing of these two :))

[every-tsurumi]

[lees-chaotic-brain-reblogs]

Haikyuu Fic Recs

Note: I do sometimes link my reblogs bc there is literally nothing I hate more than clicking on a link only to arrive at the ghost blog page.

Blogs to just read through: @emmyrosee @screamin-abt-haikyuu @quirrrky @kairakeiji @augustinewrites @mysterystarz @tahdashi @haikyuuphilia @kitashinsvks @adoringhaikyuu

Oikawa

@atsumwah

If You Had to Pick (fluff)

@ktsumu

Fifth Time's the Charm (fluff)

@verahella

Dad Moments (fluff)

@earthtooz

Young and Beautiful (fluff)

@teddybeartoji

Helping him Stretch (suggestive)

@livinghostly

Back to It (fluff)

@oreosmama

Voicemails After Breakup (angst)

@chimielie

And They Were Roommates (misunderstandings)

Kuroo

@tetzoro

Loser Boyfriend Kuroo (fluff)

@rintaroll

Truth or Drink (exes to lovers)

@tetsuskei

Colleague (office au)

@clubkira

Power Outage (comfort)

@a4nnnnn

Love at First Bite (fluff)

@bluebird-in-the-breeze

The Cafe Critique Project (fluff)

Iwaizumi

@fuyuluvr

I Didn't Mean It (hurt/comfort)

@dumbseee

Idol Girlfriend (fluff)

@sugarlywhispers

Do Something Cute (fluff)

@bananawafers

The Perfect Fit (fluff)

@arhvste

Instagram (fluff)

Akaashi

@fuyuluvr

I Didn't Mean It (hurt/comfort)

@luvring

University with Akaashi (university au)

Ushijima

@ktsumu

A Childhood Bedroom (fluff)

@strwbrryeyes

As a Best Friend (fluff)

Kita

@atsumwah

If You Had to Pick (fluff)

Bokuto

@bananawafers

What Dating him Looks Like (fluff)

Tsukishima

@livinghostly

Cat's Out of the Bag (fluff)

Kenma

@verahella

Dad Moments (fluff)

Kageyama

@verahella

Dad Moments (fluff)

Nishinoya

@sugarlywhispers

Nightmare (comfort)

Tendou

@oreosmama

Voicemails After Breakup (angst)

Daichi

@atsumwah

If You Had to Pick (fluff)

Atsumu

@gojoath-deactivated20240402

Stay for Breakfast (fluff, comfort)

@hihello-pinky

Varsity Crush (fluff)

[nappingmoon]

tsukishima makes a playlist for every date that you guys go on. every single one. they’re each simply titled the numbers of the date, with the description featuring a little blurb about the location or a favorite memory, like “9pm nosferatu showing. she tripped over air and sent our jumbo popcorn flying across the theater” and makes the cover a candid that he sneaks of you.

he won’t tell you about this, but one time when you’re trying to add a song to the queue on the drive home, you discover them, scrolling through his playlists, only to find yourself embedded in his listening. the number of songs each playlist has can vary, but they are all unique and hyper specific. classical music under the date you guys had at an art museum, bad bunny and rauw for the night you dragged him to a latin club, all of your favorite musical hits during your broadway watching marathon— the list doesn’t end.

he side eyes you inquisitively from behind the wheel when he notices the tears brimming your eyes. “what’s wrong with you?” he asks without malice, ever curt.

he can’t hide the blush that creeps up his face as you turn the phone, reddening with a murmured curse. your wobbly smile doesn’t falter as he grasps the phone out of your hand, returning his eyes to the road as he quickly clicks the off button. “we’re listening to the radio now” he says gruffly, fiddling with the knobs on the dash.

“i love you, kei.” you speak quietly over the random commercial song that fills the car— your punishment for finding out his little secret.

“yeah, yeah.” he replies, still unwilling to look you in the eyes again yet.

you pinch his cheek over the center console, eager to tease. “and you love me too, you sap.”

“yeah.” he sighs, pulling your fingers away from his face to intertwine them with his own, before placing a chaste kiss on the back of your hand.

sorry i’m forever in love with this man he haunts my waking hours I love u lover boy tsukki <33

[illmamnim]

Me too, Yamaguchi...

[beanghostprincess]

Tsukkiyama is not only "I hate everyone but you" but also "everything surrounding me is pushing me down and making me try try try try again and again but with you I can finally rest and do nothing and you've been there for so long that normality and domesticity would shatter completely if you weren't there"

For my Tadashi @meiko-komoko <33

[hatsukeii]

chat! what if i told you! i’m gonna write the most painful, disgustingly sad smut as a debut into the world of nsfw! i’m not even gonna make it pleasurable or horny! just sad and really fucking melancholic but beautiful!

[weathertheraine]

Happy Halloween!!

Don’t let their expressions fool you, Tobio and Kei are secretly happy to be included in the group costume.

[osamusriceballs]

Kinktober Day 9 <3

Sakusa x begging

Warnings: NSFW, fem reader

Words: ~ 1k

Kinktober Masterlist II -> Next day

"What was that? I couldn't hear you there."

He doesn't sound the slightest bit sincere with his hand around your throat, effectively hindering you from speaking any coherent words. There is a dangerous glint in his eyes while he lets his gaze roam over your body, taking in all the marks he has left on your collarbones and cleavage so far.

Blood rushes to your head when he releases his grip on your neck, and you gasp and cough before you take a deep breath and fill your lungs. "Kiyoomi- please- I said please," you still feel lightheaded, your desperation clearly evident in your face.

"Just 'Kiyoomi, please'? That's not enough," he mocks your breathless whimper and suddenly grabs your hips and brings you on top of him, effectively making you straddle his lap. You bring your hands to his shoulders and cling to him, the white number 15 feeling soft under your fingers when you roam one hand down to his chest. His heart beats steady and calm under your fingers, just the slightest bit faster than usual, betraying his calm demeanor.

"C'mon, you wanted me to fuck you, now show me how badly you want it," he taunts you, his baritone vibrating against your body when his lips finally catch yours in a bruising kiss. Your hands dig into his shirt, desperate to keep him close, but he all too soon leans back and rests his upper body on the bed, his dark eyes now focused on you. You sit there for a second, allowing yourself to admire the way he looks so handsome, with his messy hair and still slightly sweaty face after he had just finished the game.

You hesitantly move your hips until you position yourself right above his crotch, an encouraging sound leaving his lips when you slowly grind against him. "Please, Kiyoomi. I want you so bad. Need you so bad." You brace yourself on his chest and start grinding harder, feeling his hard cock between your legs, rubbing you just the right way. "Yeah? Tell me more, princess." His hands rub your thighs, the feeling his bare hands on your skin sending little sparks along the path of his fingers. "Want to feel you inside, Kiyoomi, please. Want you to fill me up, wanna feel your cock," your needy pleas seem to fall on deaf ears, as he still calmly rubs your thighs and doesn't make an attempt to take things further.

"I like the sound of that." He bucks his hips into yours, clearly intent on making you even more desperate. "Take off your shirt." You quickly pull your shirt over your head, throwing the black fabric with the matching number 15 carelessly to the ground, taking a mental note to take it home with you later. Your hands go back to support your body on his chest while you grind on him, his eyes now focused on the pretty black bra that you thoughtfully decided to wear today. "Kiyoomi, please- I want more," you whine, the friction feeling good, yet not enough. "I'm all yours, just take what you need, y/n." There is always something intimate in the way he says your name when you're alone, it rolls like honey from his lips, deep and rich and only serving to spur you on further.

You rub your clit along the length of his cock, the rock-hard outline clearly visible and impossible to miss under his sweats and providing you with enough friction to make you even needier. His hands dig into the flesh of your thighs, rocking you on his body more vigorously the longer you keep going. His name leaves your lips with a soft plea, the heat now surging through your body while you keep on dry-humping, just rubbing your bodies against each other and keeping intense eye-contact.

"Y/n- ahh- please-" a groan leaves his lips, his hips bucking against your body. The sudden movement makes you close your eyes from pleasure, the muscles in your thighs slowly getting sore and tired but he's helping you keeping up your pace. Your nails dig into his chest and your body tenses as you slowly build up more friction with each grind against his body. A needy whimper of his name leaves your lips, and you rut against him like you're in heat, the sound of rustling clothes and your moans filling the room. Your jaw drops when you feel yourself slowly working towards the edge, a last "Kiyoomi-" leaving your lips before your body succumbs and brings you to your high. Your thighs clench around his hips, your body rocking on frantically while you clench around nothing, the hard outline of his cock just perfect for you to grind on, the intensity of the slowly build up orgasm overwhelming to you.

You breathe heavily when you calm down from your high, now carefully sitting a back to not hurt him, and he catches your hands on his chest while he sits up, seemingly effortlessly and elegant. He brings one hand to your cheek and tilts your face upwards to meet him, and the way his eyes captivate yours makes your heart beat faster again. A slight blush covers his cheeks, a rare sight on him, before he connects your lips, deeply kissing you and inserting his tongue in your mouth softly. You move your lips, simply following his lead as he presses your barely clad chest against his and holds you close, his still hard cock clearly evident between your bodies. He parts slowly, his pupils wide from lust and a barely noticeable smile adorns his lips while he directs your body on the mattress, not caring about your whines of of being sensitive, but instead encouragingly patting your backside.

"Come on, princess. Get that ass up and face down. I want to hear you beg some more."