#tsukki.thing

[moonshine-dan]

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oh god this was supposed to be for a collab but anyway

He said he could handle a little smoking. Maybe he lied. Maybe he's also hard. Either way, help him out.

Contains: recreational drug use (weed), mildly dubious consent (due to the drug use), dry humping, coming in pants

Sounds – smoke – voices –-  

It’s overwhelming until it cuts off.  

Tanaka's raucous laughter muffles abruptly as you pull the bathroom door shut behind you. Compared to the makeshift hotbox you’ve been spending the last half an hour in, the cool air of the hallway almost hurts to breathe, suddenly much too sharp and dry. The shock makes your eyes water. You screw them shut but vertigo warps you side-side-sideways until you’re certain the floor must be rising to meet you. It nearly lays you out, but the wall thankfully catches you. Your eyes open blearily after the impact, now less dry but just as bloodshot.  

There was no need to worry that Kei had left you behind. He also hasn’t made it very far. He's walking, or trying to, forearm braced on the wall as he steps very deliberately down the hall. You open your mouth to call for him, but you cough, buckling slightly.  

eugh. It's impossible to try to multitask until your body finishes adjusting. You force your thoughts to collect around what feels like a plank of wood lodged squarely in your forehead.  Focus: Tsukki is going back downstairs. The rest of the party is down there. Walk. You've done this before.  

You wrangle your senses and focus on your boyfriend's back. Vertigo doesn’t strike as hard with a visual anchor, you remember, temples pulling lightly as you try to mentally bully your body into submission. You catch up to him fast. He's barely made it farther than you. He either smoked more, which is unlikely – he was coughing so much he was probably getting most of his secondhand- or he was much more affected than you were.  

“I can handle myself,” he had said. The memory of Kei’s self-assured monologue on the front step bounces around your skull as you watch him finally make it to the stairwell. He looks down and pauses, blinking slowly. He raises a shaky foot, but stops again, frozen in what looks like a sloppy beginner’s yoga pose.  

Several seconds pass.  

He doesn’t move.  

“Tsukki?”  

If he was startled by your silent approach, it doesn’t show. There’s a slight tremor in his raised leg.  

“Are you... okay?”  

He doesn’t respond. Music drifts up from the stairwell. Muffled sounds of conversation leak from the door behind you.  

There’s no tension in his bloodshot eyes when he turns to face you. His mouth is hidden by his outstretched arm, but you still just barely catch his reply:  

“.... I don’t think I can make it down the stairs.”  

He stays frozen by the banister, staring slightly past you.  

You’re starting to think he may have overstated how experienced he actually was.  

The couch in the spare room took Tsukishima’s weight easily, but the force of his graceless collapse sent the purse resting on it to the floor. You follow him down with a little more thought, perched on his splayed thighs and nestling into his neck. The fabric of the jacket underneath both of you is plush under your knees. Kei’s pulse beats sluggishly against your cheek.  

“'s’this better?” you slur into the hollow of his neck.  

He huffs out a breath before replying, voice still thick and hoarse from the smoke.  

“Easier. Than the stairs.”  

His tone is much lighter than usual, and this somehow makes him twice as funny. You giggle belatedly, cheeks tingling with the cicada buzz of nicotine. He’s spread out on the couch like a scarecrow, not even trying to move, just laying where he fell. The steady rise and fall of his chest against yours is the only movement he’s making at all. You nose at the pulse point in his neck and try to burrow deeper, chasing the warmth. He smells bad, but also not? His cologne and smoke and more sweat than usual. Eventually, your previous train of thought works its way out of your mouth.  

“Pfft- too fucked up to move. I thought, I remember you, uh- said you’ve done this before?” Your tongue feels so heavy in your mouth. Thickly, you push it through your lips to swipe at the sweat on his neck.  

Tsukki hums. He lifts up his arm, wrist limp. You track it lazily from the corner of your eye without moving your head. The edges of it seem to blur like long exposure film.  

“I-- it wasn’t this much. Before, I mean.”  

You hum a thoughtful noise back at him as he jerkily twists the arm, hand flapping at the sudden movement. The palinopsia trails behind it like a comet.  It’s so odd, you think hazily, seeing him like this. He’s always so in control. The thought drifts off as fast as it arrived while you watch his hand flop gracelessly. You rock in his lap idly, captivated by the display.  

“I can think. I can move, it’s just... It feels like my body is… brand new.”  

His voice has a rasp to it still from the smoke.  His arm suddenly drops like a stone, pressing you deeper into him. It’s a clumsy attempt at a hug.  

“No–o muscle memory.”  The word drags on longer than he’d normally ever allow it to.

Despite knocking the breath from you momentarily it is comforting. You squirm, vying for a more comfortable position. Tsukki huffs, squeezing his arm tighter.  

“Stop moving.”  

You do not stop moving. The slick fabric of whatever jacket is trapped beneath the two of you is making you lose your position every time you get situated.  

“Slipp’ry,” you explain as articulately as you can.  

He grunts, twisting under you. His thighs press into yours, bucking your legs open wider slowly.  

hh -  

The breath is lost in the slick hiss of his jeans running over the jacket below. You match his movements and press down harder, unthinkingly chasing the feeling. There are too many layers, it’s rough and the zipper of your pants is digging uncomfortably, but you’re too gone to care. You clamp your thighs and buck, trying to press in close enough to-  

ah, he breathes.  

To get that reaction. Fuck. You sluggishly calculate the worth of removing your pants. Buttons and a zipper. Times two. Plus belt, not including getting the waistband down...  

There’s a pressure unrelated to the booze or the weed on your head suddenly, holding you still. Tsukki’s free hand rests there, his foolproof method to keep you in place. It usually is. He's usually not 4 drinks deep and crossfaded on whatever blend of dirt was in that sandwich bag you had rolled up. It's easy enough to slouch out of his grip and capture his arm yourself.  

Tsukishima's eyes are glazed but the look he gives you is sharp.  

"Hey."  

You stop. He blinks. He blinks again.  

"... I'm not taking my pants off."  

"Oh, good," you huff, "We're on the same page."  

The weed may have temporarily burned away most of your finer motor skills, but all you need right now is instinct. Your hands grab his shoulders and fall onto him, sending the both of you slipping sideways. He chuffs, sliding against the coat and your thighs to get more friction. The jacket below you protests every movement with a zwip .  

"This okay?" You mumble into unscented cotton. Your abs squeeze and your hips drop, dragging you closer to his crotch where you can feel his erection straining the front of his pants. From this angle you can't quite see his face, half-buried in his Henley. But you can hear his breath is beginning to go ragged.  

"Yeah," he croaks. His breath hitches as he grinds the heat of his erection into your thigh.  

"Yeah, fuck, I’m okay, it’s good..."  

Both of you fall back on baser impulses and rut, palms catching the fabrics of each other's shirts, thighs squeezing around each other's legs. Vertigo makes your head swim just as much as pleasure does. The two of you pant, pressing against each other uncoordinated in the drunken haze. The slick fabric of the coat under you makes keeping any position hard. Every movement is a struggle against your heavy limbs and the impossibly slippery coat, but getting up to move it seems like much more trouble than it’s worth. zwip. zwip.  It seems to mock you when you move. It’s easy enough to ignore as your mind tunnels in on coming.

In the constant struggle to stay on the couch you’ve somehow wound up firmly beneath him. Your fists grab his shirt, rucking it up and letting your other hand roam the hot skin underneath. On your back, dizzy now with no anchor, he thrusts against you shallowly, breath catching in his throat.

'fuck, fuck -" Tsukki whines, too gone to be embarrassed about how it sounds. You could hardly make it out through the staccato  zwip-zip of the jacket below you. He's close? Probably. So are you? maybe? Your legs think so, clamping down hard against his sturdy thigh, dragging deliciously into the friction.  

It urges him to chase your heat, thrusting harder into your thigh. His hips stutter, pressing and dragging his thigh against you deliciously. It breaks the rhythm of your cresting orgasm, sharp and sudden and peaking the pleasure in a way that makes you gasp.  

"uhh- fuck," you choke, climaxing unevenly, room spinning in time with your heavy breaths. Kei isn’t far behind, lips trembling as he loosely mouths your shoulder. He shudders against you, pulsing with every shot of cum into his jeans.  

Ugh, you think. He's gonna hate that tomorrow. You giggle, thrusting against his solid thigh, chasing aftershocks instinctively. His movements are slowing, the time between thrusts increasing as his orgasm fades. The jacket hisses when he does.

You press your hands into the warm skin of his back, feeling his chest move as he breathes loudly above you. He hums, making your palms vibrate as he nests clumsily halfway above-halfway beside you on the cushion.

Neither of you move much for a moment. The room is strangely silent until the ac kicks in and begins to cool your flushed skin. You groan, trying to squirm further under Tsukishima to get away from the bite of it. He breathes an annoyed hnn- when you accidentally press against his softening cock through his pants. Through his wet pants.  Oh yeah.  

“Oooh, Kei,” you lilt, woozy. He grunts.

“You made a messsss,” you continue, singsong, pressing gently into the wet stain with your leg.  

He chuffs half a laugh, burrowing his nose into your shoulder and tucking you in against his free arm. “‘sgusting,” you hear him whisper back.

Neither of your eyes are open. The pair of you stay there, quiet and unmoving, until your phone buzzes with a text from Noya.

whered u go, you read on the overly bright screen.

You move to untangle yourself from your boyfriend and mentally prepare yourself to finally, finally, make it down the stairs.

---

The crowd downstairs swallows the pair of you readily.

The party is less rowdy for the final few hours. The remaining time is mostly spent sobering up and talking, queuing up music requests and stupid youtube videos, calling rides and digging sports drinks out of the back of Tanaka’s fridge.  As the night truly winds down, individuals break away, heading upstairs for their jackets or belongings before leaving. When Suga comes back downstairs to leave with Daichi, the all too familiar zip-zwip sound follows him.  

Oh, shit. You catch Tsukki’s eye. He nods at your grim expression and it’s instantly, silently, decided.

He can never know what you did on top of his new winter jacket.  

[moonshine-dan]

I love the idea of getting into a genuine, hair tearing argument over the semantics of if birds are dinosaurs or not with Tsukishima

Like he's hardline "no" in name only because while they may have evolved from a subsection of dinosaurs, they're now their own CLASS and are DISTINCT and the branch has moved past that name, okay,

But you're not moving on "yes" because they share a CLADE and monophyletic groups count no matter how far back. Birds are dinosaurs, and lizards, and avians. People are fish and also mammals. Who cares.

Tsukki cares. This is an evening ending argument.

[moonshine-dan]

Tsukki with an s/o literally half his size 😍😍

He'd be so smug about it!!!

He would, around friends, be so annoying. Leaning his forearms on your head or shoulders. Asking if anyone had seen you while he looked straight over where you stood with a dumbass smirk on his face like he didn't know exactly where you were. Calling you shorty, shrimp, tiny, whatever made you angriest in the moment. Sticking his hands under your arms and forcing you up to move you if you were in his way. Just annoying the hell out of you.

In public, thought, he's nicer. He does genuinely worry a little bit about you getting out of his sight in crowds and always make sure you have an arm to hold onto. He'll grab high items off shelves while you're grocery shopping.

In private?

He towers over you. His hands cover you so completely when he places them on you, dwarfing you in comparison. It's very easy to feel small under his gaze, but you are tiny to him, and he'll make sure you know it.

It's so easy for him to manhandle you- he'll pick you up and carry you off to the bedroom if he's feeling like it. Getting tired of a position? Tsukishima can move you easily because of your size, switching effortlessly. And you'll never get tired of how easily he can pick you up and press you down onto his dick, fucking you standing and held up against his chest by only his thick arms.

[moonshine-dan]

Tsukki, when he doms, likes to make you suck on his fingers. He’ll pshove them in your mouth and make you choke on them a bit

Joke's on him, I don't have a very strong gag reflex!!!

~1.6 K words

Content: dom Tsukishima x sub GN reader, spit kink, hand/finger kink, degradation and dirty talk, gagging (the bodily reaction), pain/impact play (to body not face). A touch of aftercare!

He likes the way his hands look in your mouth, the way you drool around them. Making a mess of you.

"Did I say you could move?"

Your whine is muffled by the two fingers he has pushed into your mouth. They match the pair he has buried two knuckles deep inside you, teasing you with curled fingers.

Your fists shake as you clench them tighter, trying to obey. It helps ground you momentarily, but your body has a mind of its own- you can't help the way you buck lightly in Tsukishima's lap as his fingers work mercilessly into that spot inside you that has liquid heat pooling in your stomach.

"Stay. Still." He admonishes, fingers slide out of you with a frown. It's all you can do to not grind your hips down at the loss, but you know it will just make the punishment more severe. Tsukishima huffs out an amused breath at the way your muscles spasm before gripping your jaw roughly.

The fingers in your mouth press down hard against your tongue before scissoring out, stretching your spit slicked lips wide. His grip and the position of his fingers means you can't close your mouth, drool slipping from the open corners and dripping down your chin. Tsukishima looks at you, burning and shivering under his touch, and smirks, eyebrows raising in barely disguised amusement. The scathing look has your legs pressing together briefly before you can get them under control.

"Look at you."

A mess. You're a mess in his lap, drooling around his fingers and shaking from the lack of stimulation, trying not to move but your traitorous body betraying you. You know he can feel the heat in your cheeks as he raises your chin so he's looking directly in your eyes.

"You can't even follow simple instructions, can you? I told you to stop," he drawls as his hand leaves your jaw to trail a finger down your chest. A shock of painful pleasure has your hips jumping before you can stop them - he had twisted one of your nipples! - and you whine as he presses the pad of his thumb over the peaked flesh roughly, the sound coming out choked and wet around his fingers.

"But you keep moving."

He knows you can't help it. You know he knows how reactive your body is, which just makes the heat pooling in your abdomen intensify. He's pulling his fingers from your mouth now, wiping the glistening digits on your cheek before speaking.

"Show me you still know how to listen." Three of his long fingers press together before he slaps them against your bottom lip.

"Suck."

You open your mouth as he pushes them in, tongue flattening so he can enter easier. He pulls them out slightly, edging more saliva out, before he presses them back in again and again. You breathe out of your nose heavily, mouth pliant as Tsukishima's fingers fill your mouth. Heavy lidded eyes look to his, darkened with arousal and locked on to where his fingers were disappearing.

You swallow around them, pressing your tongue through the gaps between each digit as he pulls them back. He drives them in forcefully this time, hitting your soft palate and making you choke slightly. Your spine tightens as he does it again. The wet noises encourage Tsukishima, fucking your mouth with his fingers and making you gag around them as you try to pull your head back reflexively.

He seems to take pity on you after that. Gently, he pulls his fingers back and slides them out halfway, hooking his thumb in one corner of your mouth and his ring finger in the other. He hums inquisitively before pulling out of your mouth completely. The excess spit drools out of your held open mouth before you can stop it, sliding down your chin messily. You choke out a broken sob, throat burning as he swipes his free hand through the saliva to capture it on his fingers.

"Maybe you aren't braindead." He intones flatly. His spit slicked fingers wrap around his cock, giving it one pump to spread your spit along the already wet length. His fingers unhook from your cheeks, letting your mouth finally shut as you swallow thickly. "Think you can manage to keep these in your mouth while you get fucked?" He says, pressing two fingers against your lips again.

You don't trust your mouth right now, opting to simply pop them in past your lips to the first knuckle. Tsukishima actually laughs, short and loud, gripping your hips tight with one hand and tugging you roughly into position over his cock. It tapers off into a hiss as you sink down, the whine in your chest muffled around his fingers as your thighs finally meet his.

You're quaking again just from how he's filling you out. Tiny tremors wrack your body as you sit on his cock, tongue pressed between his fingers. He hasn't said to move yet- so you don't. Neither does he. Your eyes meet his in a silent question, and there's a brief moment of tension before he breaks it with a crack of his hand against your ass.

You jump at the unexpected pain, choking on the fingers in your mouth with a wet and muffled cry, trapped in place by the same hand as it grips where he just hit you. He lets go, only for his hand to crack down four more times, each one making you jerk into his lap. Spit leaks from the corners of your mouth as you whine, quaking at every hit with nowhere to go. The burn in your thighs is quickly forgotten about as the sharp pain from each impact shoots through your body. The pain should do anything but intensify the heat between your legs, but it does, every hit making you throb. He lets you shake against his chest for a moment before he speaks again.

"You couldn't stop moving earlier. Twitchy little cumsluts don't get rewards." He sneers, digging his nails into the flesh of your ass and making you buck again, heat pooling in your gut and creeping up your neck at the cruel treatment.

"Just like that. Keep moving if you want it so bad."

Your hands unclench as you process the words. Spit slides down your neck slowly as you push away from his chest to look him in the eye.

"Ride me."

His tone and stern expression leave no questioning the demand. So you move your hips, thighs burning as you fuck yourself on him. Every press of his fingers has you squeezing around him, grinding half moons in his lap as he forces his fingers deeper into your throat. Every harsh breath around them, every swivel of your hips has the cord of pleasure tightening inside of you, muscles overworked and quivering. You can feel it coming to a head embarrassingly fast, groaning as you angle your hips so you can press him in deeper.

Tsukishima knows your body well. "Gonna come already? Gonna come from this," he says as he thrusts up into you, pushing impossibly deeper and making you see stars, "And some fingers in your mouth? That's so slutty," he continues, fingers pressing down on your tongue. It's enough to push you over the edge, tension snapping the cord and letting the waves of pleasure flood your body.

His next comment never makes it out, having to bite back a groan as you come undone on his cock, walls squeezing in an obscene rhythm as you moan around his fingers. More spit drips from your slack mouth as you shake. You're a little too far gone to care. He lets you ride it out, hips bucking sporadically as your orgasm winds down. Silently, he pulls his fingers out, watching a shining filament connect his fingertips to your lips before it collapses on your chin.

"Disgusting."

You've barely begun getting your breath under control when he pulls you off of him and pushes you down against the couch cushions, his body blocking your view of the ceiling as he hovers above you on one arm, fisting his cock with the other. "You love it when I make a mess of you, huh? Fuck, you're gonna be covered in it,"

His voice cuts off as he comes hard in his hand. His release lands hot on your thighs and stomach, making you twitch as every pulse covers you further. From your face to your thighs you're marked, slick wet trails drying a little uncomfortably as your boyfriend watches, panting, as the matching trails of his cum and your spit sneak down your body.

It's quiet again, silence settling in easily as the pleasure evens out. You're not about to break it- your throat is a little raw and you're not sure what sound you'd even make should you try to talk right now.

The cushions creak as Tsukishima pushes off the couch.

"Good job. I'll get you a washcloth."

---

You're a little hazy after that, exhaustion making you drift in and out as Tsukki comes back with a warm rag. You didn't mean to drift off, but the next time you blinked into consciousness you were cleaner than before and wrapped in a blanket. A still steaming mug of tea on the coffee table next to you meant you couldn't have been under long. Tsukishima was next to you, watching some nature documentary idly.

"The tea should help your throat," he says, not looking at you but reaching with a long arm to grab the mug. He wordlessly hands it to you as you sit up, tucking the blanket under your arms to grab it.

It does help. He's looking sideways at you when you bring the cup down to talk, voice cracking only slightly as you say "Thanks."

He turns his attention back to the television. A hint of a smile pulls the corner of his mouth up.

"Don't mention it."

[moonshine-dan]

Comically overpriced japanese stress ball

[moonshine-dan]

Soft thirst: holding hands w karasuno players 🥺

Daichi’s grip is firm. Holding his hand feels like a promise that everything’s going to be alright.

Tsukishima’s hands are cold. His circulation doesn’t reach the tips of his fingers as well as it should, and he finds warmth in yours instead.

Nishinoya will drum his fingers across your knuckles when he holds your hand. But that’s when he does hold it - he’s just as likely to be putting something in it, showing you something he’s found or preparing you for whatever your next activity is going to be.

Sugawara prefers to twine his arm in yours and lace your fingers together loosely because it “feels more solid” than just holding hands.

Hinata prefers to grip your wrist - he’s always pulling you forward, towards something good. He loves the view when he turns to look back at you, making sure you’re coming with him.

Asahi will slip a pair of his fingers into your palm for you to hold, for his benefit and yours. It grounds him and lets you know he’s thinking about you. 

Yamaguchi’s hands tend to be clammy, but he always returns his hand to yours after he wipes them off as fast as he can.

You know how Kageyama’s feeling by how strong his grip is - when he sees something he knows you’ll want to see too, his grip tightens before he turns to face you. 

Tanaka spends about as much time holding your hand as he does holding your shoulder. Or your arm. Or your waist. He just wants a hand on you- he loves knowing he has you by his side. 

Ennoshita likes to rub the pressure points in your hand when he holds it: It keeps the knowledge in his mind fresh, and it makes you relaxed at the same time. 

[moonshine-dan]

I feel like Tsukki is a responsible drunk normally, but you get him drunk on something different from normal and he’s very touchy, lots of sloppy kisses, lots of “I love you” that he normally expresses in different ways but says aloud now that he’s got no inhibitions (if that makes sense; I just word vomited)

!!! Alcohol doesn't make a new personality, it just unlocks inhibitions and makes you more likely to act on them. Tsukishima is not mean or sarcastic for no reason- he's afraid of being sincere. He gets over this a lot post timeskip, but tsukki is an emotionally constipated jerk with a heart of ... Bronze. He's not needlessly caring, but he does care!!! And the emotions he suppresses would definitely come out when he's drunk.

His drunk default expression is a dopey lil smile. If you point it out, though, he will pouty frown on purpose until something distracts him from pretending to look like he doesn't care. He's not gonna drape all over you and kiss you sloppy in front of everyone... But he'll think about it while tearing up a cocktail napkin.

He's definitely gonna tell you out loud he loves you. Little whispers in your ear when he leans over, just for you, in case you forgot. He'll kiss your jaw on the way back to sitting up straight. Maybe throw an arm over your shoulder if he's really far gone... But he'll hold your hand on the tabletop in the meantime.

[moonshine-dan]

Okay Tsukki headcanon I’ve had for a while: he doesn’t tell akiteru when he’s in a relationship. He low key doesnt tell anyone. It’s more like he comes home from college with his s/o to watch a movie or something since their parents also live close by. And then moms like ??? Who dis. And he’s like oh. s/o and same thing with his friends and the team. Anyway akiteru is the last to find out

Listen, I don't think Tsukishima has ANY social media. He's one of those guys who just has a work email and a cell phone. Maybe reddit or something. What this means is if he doesn't tell you about a major life event, or you don't see it happening, you don't know about it.

What this LEADS to is Tsukishima being engaged and just..... Forgetting to tell his brother 🗿

His parents know! They saw the post on Tsukishima's SO's social media! But Akiteru is so out of the loop bc Tsukki assumed his parents told him that he doesn't even know that Tsukishima was DATING anyone.

Hilarity ensues when they all show up for a holiday and Akiteru is like 'man. Tsukishima is being really close to his friend. What a good guy. Glad he's finally opening up. They've got matching friendship rings and everything. WAIT-'

[moonshine-dan]

Texting Tsukishima "You've been working with bones all day, come home and work me with yours"

He texts you back that he wants a divorce

This is how you flirt

[moonshine-dan]

ah shit i'm prolly late for this BUT okay so tsukki is very self assured, independent, in control. but what does he do when he's really horny? will he beg for it from his partner, or do his actions speak louder than words?

Shan 💚💚💚 your questions always kick ass!

He likes to be efficient. He wants to do it right. There's no half-assing stuff like this for Tsukishima. When he's single and he pops a boner out of the blue, he's usually happy to ignore it and will it away- why waste energy and get sweaty trying to deal with this now when he can do it later, better? Sometimes he'll take care of it if it happens in the right conditions, but he's not wasting time if he does not have to.

But if he's in a relationship and he's been thinking about something? Fantasizing about something? He doesn't need to beg. He'll seek you out, but one look at the expression on his face and the bulge in his shorts? You'll be begging him for a ride.

...

Making him beg is something that can be done, but again... You can't half-ass it.

[moonshine-dan]

convincing tsukki to match costumes for halloween 🥺 (he secretly loves it)

AUGH I LOVE THIS SO MUCH-

“But look at this one, though. It’d be perfect.” You hold the couple’s 2 person costume aloft so Tsukishima can see it better. 

“… It’s never happening.” comes his voice from above, one of his huge hands pushing it back down to your level. His disinterest is palpable.

You feign shock at the cold dismissal. “You’re telling me you don’t want to be trapped in a 9 foot long Brontosaurus costume with me all night? I thought you loved me, Kei,” you say as you place the abomination back on the hook. 

“Love has nothing to do with this. This is about my dignity.” He’s browsing the other costumes in the aisle idly, pausing occasionally to eye the less gaudy ones.

“Overrated. Love is about sacrifice. Sacrifice a little bit of that dignity and wear it with me!”

Tsukishima sighs as he approaches the rack where the tandem costume was hanging, inspecting it carefully. You know it’s over as soon as he spots the price tag.

“Well, I'm not sacrificing $60 for this ridiculous thing just to wear it one night.”

Okay, that’s fair. “We could make it a yearly thing. It could be our signature look at parties.” His eyebrows furrow. “I would even pay for it?”

He doesn’t dignify that with a response, only shooting you a tight lipped glance. You know a lost cause when you see one, and switch to your backup plan.

“What if we just wear the same costume? We’d really be matching then.” You hand him two packages off the rack.

“... You’re really going for a theme here.” He holds the twin packages of Sexy Velociraptor Tamer loosely, looking mildly horrified at the cover model.

“I just think you’d look really good in the shorts. Really accentuate those long legs.” He shifts on his feet at the compliment, snorting at the mental image. “If you’re feeling a little self-conscious, I could wear it and you could be my velociraptor.”

There’s light in his eyes as he quirks the side of his mouth up slightly, and you think for a moment that you might finally have a winner. 

“Absolutely not. Good try though.”

damnit. “What’s wrong with being the velociraptor to my sexy velociraptor tamer?” you whine, annoyed at being shot down, again, by Tsukishima. He's turning to place both packages back on the pegs they belong to, looking a little withdrawn.

“It’s unnecessary to spend this much money on a stupid costume I’ll wear once when I have a perfectly good one already.” He’s moving again, eyes roaming over the wall of overpriced costumes on display. God, he’s so practical. It’s like dating a 40 year old sometimes.

“Oh yeah?” you snark at him, “I bet you just pull some clothes out of your closet and say you’re Alan Grant.”

He stills for a moment before picking up the pace, not meeting your eyes. There’s no way. There’s no WAY.

“Oh shut up. Am I right?!”

The tips of his ears are pink when he glances sideways at you, mouth pursed. “It’s... very convenient.”

He should have led with this. You can WORK with this. “Then what if I’m the Dr. Sattler to your Dr. Grant?”

He inclines his head and looks at you, eyes soft. There’s a real smile on his face this time. 

“Or - You can be Ian Malcolm - with the shirt open-”

Tsukishima turns on his heel and heads for the door.

“Just think about it!” you cry, following him out.

[moonshine-dan]

hello hey would looove some fluffy tsukishima!

I'm so glad you asked! ☕

The café is crowded with students, desperate for caffeine before their next class. The sheer volume of people packing into the library coffee shop makes it all to easy to lose sight of Tsukishima as he closes in on the bar with your drink orders. You're sitting pretty at a table in the corner, chasing off the strangers who want to sit with you so they can share the electrical outlet you currently have your laptop plugged into. There's a text response due tomorrow that you've barely looked at and you cannot put it off any longer.

You're there for the long haul, not planning on leaving until you have a solid outline and all the annotations you needed, hoping that the caffeine could motivate you to go faster. Tsukishima had a bit of a break before his next lecture and had promised to meet you for coffee and a study break.

This wasn't exactly an ideal date, but you both had obligations you had to meet- volleyball practice, university classes, papers you shouldn't have procrastinated on.....

Anyways.

"Is this seat taken?" Asks an unfamiliar voice from an unfamiliar face, bag already sliding into the open seat. Jackass.

"Yeah, actually. Can you not sit there?"

"Well, I don't see anyone there, so..." He's unzipping his bag now, charger in hand. You fucking hate college sometimes.

Before you can start getting nasty, your order arrives with Tsukishima, who's looming over the unwanted tablemate ominously.

"Just got back. Need me to help you find the door, or are you only sometimes this stupid?"

Even if he wasn't an intimidating 6 foot 5, the ice in Tsukishima's voice would have scared anyone away. Charger Guy, as he will be remembered in retellings of this story for the next few weeks, leaves with no fuss.

Tsukishima sits down, placing your coffee near your open reference text and sipping on his own, gaze unusually sharp and watching the retreating form of Charger Guy.

"He wasn't even flirting. He just wanted the outlet."

His honey brown eyes meet yours briefly.

"I know. Here," he offers, voice defrosting for you. A hand reaches into his overcoat pocket, returning with a crinkling brown pastry bag that he offers to you over your laptop.

Your favorite dessert from the case was inside. He must had remembered from the last time you were here, because you hadn't asked for it.

Long fingers play with the sleeve of your shirt briefly before returning to his own cup. His ankle is pressed against yours under the table.

The I love you was left unsaid, but you know for Tsukki, actions spoke louder than words.

[moonshine-dan]

Personal Headcanons:

Tsukishima Kei

This is mostly to provide context for fics I write with him and how I interpret his character. I might add to this at random! NSFW below cut.

He gives me vibes of like. You would have to be ok calling each other mean names as a joke/semi seriously because he is ALLERGIC to sincerity. He can be direct when necessary but like. He's not gonna call you sweetie, he's gonna call you shithead.

He would pull this type of shit over text & irl

Dangerously blunt. He will bully you but he will also bully FOR you. His hatred of being sincere is only for himself or personal things - he will mercilessly roast any bitch who crosses him

You better be able to give as well as take shit from him. He doesn't like pushovers.

Mean streak a mile wide but he's not all about degradation all the time- he likes it, he's good at it, but it's not his only weapon.

He is NOT big on pda or unwilling audiences - he's pretty private and will hold hands in public, maybe kiss your cheek or head, but that's it.

He's also not enticed by things like participating in public sex or being accidentally voyeur-ed PERSONALLY, but he definitely gives me vibes of being someone who likes to watch others.

He's reserved in public for a reason - guy has a huge complex about showing emotions. Behind closed doors, he's more than happy to tell you more about what he's feeling (to an extent) and to do things you wouldn't believe a wheat toast motherfucker like him would be capable of

He likes messy sex in a way? He likes fucking around with lube/spit/cum. Will make a mess on/in you because it's nasty and is now your problem. It's like, degradation dlc. Does not like cleaning up the mess he makes. Irresponsible. Shitty aftercare but it's somehow charming.

He's very sensitive! It would be very easy to overstimulate him if you knew his weak points but he's pretty good at not letting that happen. It definitely happens sometimes and he resents how nice it is to let someone else take control.

Buys and eats cheerios & wheaties for the health benefits 😔 can be easily encouraged to buy dino egg oatmeal tho

Looks like he goes to bed at 9 pm but he's up till 3 am every night.

Will make you playlists!!! It's his love language 😍 because he's emotionally constipated a lil and doesn't like being honest

Really enjoys understated shows of affection. Big brain in that giant head. He remembers things about you like your favorite color and your coffee order at the cafe you like and prefers to show how much he cares through how much he knows abt you.

He has awful circulation in his hands and feet. He's so tall and he barely eats. He wears big jackets bc he can cover his hands and keep himself warm easily. He ABSOLUTELY WILL put them on you when you sleep and it's awful 😭

[moonshine-dan]

Who’s a Furry?

Tsukishima: I just KNOW this man is a furry. He’s an elitist one who moderates on like 13 furry forums and tells NO ONE irl. Man’s got a binder of different fursonas he pulls out for different situations and has a commissioned reference sheet for all of them. His first and favorite one is a dragon, because he’s a SCALIE, but he has others. Very likely to own a fursuit as an adult.

-Akiteru: Is truly not a furry, but finds out Kei is one and bought some animal ears as a show of support :) Kei hates it so much :) :) :)

Yamaguchi: Furry but in DENIAL about it. Unironically kins fluttershy. Says he does not have a fursona and is NOT a furry, he just likes the art.... (he’s got a shibe-sona)

Hinata: Got into it bc he watched MLP with his sister, and was pulled in through fan art. Has a small and cute fursona like a Dutch Angel Dragon or something. Another likely contender for suit owner, because he likes how happy it makes other people when he wears one.   

Kageyama: Furry but like. A really basic one. Man’s like. A wolf. And not even a blue one or anything, just a straight up regular wolf. smh.

Atsumu: We know it to be true. Owns a suit. Fox! But made it blonde and ripped. Lives up to the stereotype. I will not elaborate. Gets absolutely clowned on by Osamu. 

Hoshiumi: Of course he’s a furry. You’d think he’s a bird, but!!! He’s a kangaroo. They also jump high. Wants a suit but is ashamed and doesn’t know how to get one. Has a ton of commissioned art though.

Sachirou: DOG FURRY. NEXT.

Tendou: Deliberately picks a praying mantis as his fursona because he likes to be provocative, but really prefers his secret Rabbit one. Huge Brony and makes Ushijima watch it with him. Really into the fanon version of pinkie pie, like, the cupcakes one. 

-Ushijima: Genuinely is not a furry but made a fursona at Tendou’s request. It’s an eagle. Draws tendou’s fursona for him. Likes Big Mac and respects his work ethic and stoic demeanor.

Bokuto: Look at me and tell me he wouldn’t think this would be fun. Would be some sort of sparkledog abomination with wings and horns and crazy patterns (not colors - black and silver and gold only, gotta keep his theme) - but it works for him somehow? He’s get one of those over the top suits that’s got like LEDs and shit and has an internal fan so he doesn’t overheat. Good for him.

- Akaashi comes to help as his handler at cons but is not one.

Kyotani: You would think dog. You would be right. Leans into it online and has a Pitbull fursona. 

Kindaichi: IDK I just get the vibe. Wolf like Kageyama - they would draw theirs together in middle school as kids - but like at least made his purple. Good for him. 

Lev: Only learned what furries were after Kuroo told him. Snow leopard - not super into it but has one. Gets bullied by Kenma for it.

Shibayama: Keeps it a secret from known furry bully Kenma but he has a black cat one. Actually just in it for the art, for real.

Kenma: Started out bullying them online but through repeated exposure... became one himself. Has one of those half-robot protogen fursonas. 

Coach Nekomata: 😏

Daishou: SNAKE FURRY. REALLY INTO THE PORN. NEXT.

Udai: Man draws manga you KNOW he’s a furry. Another man of a million designs. Can draw his own reference sheets and takes commissions when not illustrating for extra work.

BONUS: NOT A FURRY BUT DEFINITELY A BRONY:

Tanaka, Noya, Yamamoto, Yaku, Hanamaki, Yahaba, Koganegawa, Anahori, Yukie, Goshiki, Terushima, Sakusa, Suna.

@crocyoota @mintmatcha here's the list!!!

[moonshine-dan]

buhhhh which of your faves do you think would send food, flowers, or other treats to you at work? conversely, which ones get too horny and needy when you're away?

SHAN 🥺💖 coming thru with the good questions

Will deliver you treats: IWAIZUMI, AKAASHI, SAKUSA, YACHI, Kita, Aone, Kuroo, Yahaba, Asahi, Ennoshita, Daichi, Tendou, Hirugami.

Shows up personally to deliver them: OIKAWA, BOKUTO, OSAMU, HINATA, Ushijima, Yaku, Tanaka, Sugawara.

Will be horny at home: KENMA, LEV, YAMAGUCHI, Kyōtani, Kindaichi, Hanamaki, Suna, Koganegawa, Kunimi, Yamamoto, Kageyama, Goshiki, Tsukishima.

Will show up @ work to fuck you: TERUSHIMA, ATSUMU, MATSUKAWA, Nishinoya, Semi, Daishou, Hoshiumi (!!!), Kiyoko (😳)

[moonshine-dan]

Me when Tsukishima exists