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[kozuwhore]

KENMA WOULD NOT BE INTO INCEST???????????

[berryblosom]

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S: You wake up from sleep to admire your pretty boy

Your apartment was cloaked in the stillness of the night, the only sound was the soft hum of the air conditioner. You stirred, your mind drifting in and out of sleep, unable to fully settle back into slumber. With a sigh, you turned to your left, where your boyfriend lay beside you.

Kei’s face, usually marked by a permanent scowl and sharp, grumpy features, looked serene and peaceful in the dim light. His strong jaw was relaxed, his lips slightly parted in the rhythm of sleep. You couldn’t help but smile at the contrast. He looked so sweet and almost innocent, a side of him rarely seen when he was awake, at least by anyone but you.

Your fingers itched to reach out to him, to touch his soft blonde hair. Gently, you stroked a few stray strands away from his forehead, feeling the silky texture between your fingers. He stirred slightly, but didn’t wake up. Feeling bold you let your fingers trail down to his cheek, brushing lightly against his smooth freshly shaven skin. His eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, they were unfocused. But as he fully awoke, the sharpness returned, his brows knitting together. He blinked, adjusting to the darkness, and then glared at you.

“What are you doing?” he grumbled, voice thick with sleep.

You bit your lip, suppressing a giggle at how cute he looked even when he was annoyed. “You just looked so peaceful and pretty.” you whispered. “I couldn’t help it.”

He huffed, rolling his eyes. “You woke me up to tell me I look pretty?”

“Very much so.” you said, grinning. You leaned down to press a kiss onto his heavy eyelids.

He sighed, the irritation fading from his eyes as you peppered kisses on him. “You’re impossible,” he muttered, but there was no real heat behind his words. He reached out, pulling you closer until your head rested against his bare chest. “Now go back to sleep.”

You nestled against him, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek. “Goodnight,” you whispered, your eyes already closing.

He pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. “Night baby.” he replied, his voice a low rumble that lulled you back into sleep. As you drifted off, you thought you heard him whisper, “I love you,” but you knocked out before you could be sure.

[iwas-princess]

if there is one thing that suna doesn’t do lazily, it’s eating your pussy.

his tongue reaches every crevice of your folds, running up and down the sensitive organ until your begging him with shaking hands in his hair, to tongue-fuck your clit.

and so he does.

plush lips wrapped gently around the bundle of nerves as he suckled on it, his tongue rapidly flicking as it’s cradled in his hot, wet mouth. his half-lidden eyes would stay glued to yours the whole entire time, watching as you tried your best to keep the eye contact going, remembering the words he always told you beforehand:

look away, and i’ll stop.

but, he doesn’t really ever want to stop, because the look on his sweet, pretty girl’s face when he makes her cum is plenty enough to make up for your shitty listening skills. the way your thighs shake around his head, trying desperately not to close in fear of hurting him— not that he ever minds. your mouth open and letting out small gasps and loud whines as his lips begin to kiss something wetter; it’s all like a high to him, a rush of adrenaline composed out of love and the need to make his princess feel good.

your usual boyfriend resorts back to his lazy ways the moment after he gives your clit a small peck and whispers out a ‘thank you’ to the nerves— a ritual he’s done ever since you started sleeping together.

so yeah, contrary to popular belief, suna rintaro is not a lazy pussy eater.

[stressforu]

hii! i was wondering if i could request atsumu dating headcanons? i loved your tsukki one :)

♯ atsumu miya — dating hcs

HI ANONNNNN !!!! thanks for requesting ^^ , sure here's an atsumu hcs ! tsukki hcs 𖹭

୨ৎ the whole Inarizaki team is so updated with your relationship with him like wdym the whole team already knows after confirming your relationship just a minute ago .... 🤨 (sounds fishy 'tsumu)

୨ৎ ughh atsumu always bragging how he's the only taken person in the whole team "ahh, it's nice to have a girlfriend so caring, sweet, kind, beautiful, like there's no right word to describe how perfect she is." "shin, can we kick him?" "i prefer you do not."

୨ৎ you being atsumu's profile picture on every social media he has and his username's gotta be something like "y/n's🔐" or "takenbyy/n" with a matching key emoji to it and he'll BEG you to match usernames with him like a key next to your username

୨ৎ he's such a goofball that he never fails to make you laugh even the smallest and simplest thing you'll never fail to laugh when you're with him. (he once tripped while you were walking, and let's just say you'll never let him live it down)

୨ৎ atsumu is COMPETITIVE when it comes to playing games with you especially fps games or obbies ... (prolly sulks when you beat him once in roblox tower of hell or dress to impress smh rage quits) after losing to you, he would tackle you in a hug and just put his head on your shoulder. yes, he's sulking.

୨ৎ bae... I'm sorry to say this but you can't escape from his flirty jokes >:( he'll throw in jokes you don't even know when he'll say it. You're walking with him to the vending machine, and he'll say :"I'm no photographer but I can picture us together. 😈🙏 " bombastic side eye 😐... AND HE EVEN PLASTERS A SMIRK like: 😏

୨ৎ asks you the most random things at the middle of the night, he'd chat you and you would be in the middle of your sleep when your phone rings. loml tsumu 💝 : will you still love me if i'm a roach — you: no

୨ৎ atsumu is so clingy... especially after Inarizaki wins a match, he's so tired that all he wants is a hug from you!! please don't deny this man his privileges :(( and shower him with praises !!!! atsumu LOVES it whenever you praise him you know it lowkey assures him that you're still here.

a/n : sorry it took so long, anon ! hope you love it <333 last fic b4 i review dem psych materials 😈😈😈😈💯💯

[autisticakaashitruther]

Their height difference makes me emotional

[keisgirl]

boyfriend!tsukishima kei headcanons;

suddenly had the urge to wrtie about this lol

hope yall like it!

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bf!tsukishima; who’s always got a sharp remark ready.

“you still haven’t finished that project?” he said, leaning against the doorframe with a smirk. “thought you were more responsible.”

you looked up from your work, frustration evident. “i’m working on it.”

“right,” he replied, “i’ll believe it when i see it.”

his tone was sharp, but there was a soft look in his eyes. you knew his way of pushing you was his own strange form of support.

bf!tsukishima; who’s secretly worried when you’re sick.

“you look like death warmed over,” he said, sitting beside you on the couch with a huff.

“thanks,” you muttered, snuggling into the blankets.

he sighed, pulling out a thermos. “i brought you some soup. don’t think i’m doing this because i care or anything.”

you managed a weak smile. “sure, kei.”

he handed you the soup with a reluctant smile. “just don’t get used to it.”

bf!tsukishima; who’s harsh but always there when you need him.

“you’re being a drama queen,” he said, rolling his eyes as you complained about a minor setback.

“i’m just frustrated,” you replied, feeling a bit defeated.

“yeah, well, life’s not always fair,” he said, but his voice softened as he reached out and squeezed your hand. “so stop whining and let’s fix it.”

bf!tsukishima; who can’t help but be protective.

“you’re going out dressed like that?” he asked, eyes narrowing as he glanced at your outfit.

“what’s wrong with it?” you asked, slightly annoyed.

“nothing,” he said, “just… thought you might want to change into something less, you know, noticeable.”

his words were gruff, but you could see the concern behind his irritation. “thanks, kei. i’ll take it into consideration.”

bf!tsukishima; who pretends not to care but shows it in his own way.

“you don’t have to walk me home,” you said as he fell into step beside you.

“i’m not doing it for you,” he replied, shrugging. “just don’t want you to get lost or something.”

you smiled to yourself, appreciating his unwillingness to admit he cared. “whatever you say, kei.”

bf!tsukishima; who has a soft spot for your small victories.

“i see you actually finished something for once,” he remarked, his tone a mix of surprise and sarcasm.

“yeah, i did,” you said, trying to hide your grin.

he rolled his eyes but couldn’t help the faint smile tugging at his lips. “don’t get used to me praising you. just… good job.”

you laughed softly, knowing his way of showing pride was just as much a part of him as his sharp words.

[leafyolive]

"smile for the camera omi!!"

[pressed-flower-journal]

INSUFFERABLE (miya atsumu x reader) • fluff

Atsumu looks up from his phone's screen as your lips part in concentration, fingers running over his untamed eyebrow. "Everything alright, babe?"

His heart melts as you tilt your head in confusion. "I just… I never noticed you had this scar."

"We've been together for three years," atsumu raised his thick brows. "And you're telling me, ya never noticed it?"

You shake your head. "How'd you even get it?"

The blond scoffs, running his hands through his hair. "Samu slammed the door in ma face when I was walking in."

"Did it hurt?"

"It was an accident, but yeah, I was bleeding all over the place," Atsumu shakes his head at the painful memory. "I had to get eight stitches."

They were three stitches.

"You're so brave Tsumu," you cup his cheek in awe. "And the scar makes you look so hot."

Atsumu is aware how hot the scar makes him look, courtesy of thirsty twitter accounts. He leans in your touch, a small smile on his lips. "Thanks baby. I'm glad ya find my pain physically appealing."

"Shut up," you softly click your tongue, leaning in his chest as his arm wraps around your shoulders. "I wish I had an eyebrow slit."

"Want me to slam a door on your face?"

You push away his arm, walking to your shared bedroom. "I changed my mind— you may be hot but you're equally insufferable."

"Hey!"

[agnes-draws]

the akaashi doodles i did months ago and never posted <3

[kozuwhore]

look me in the eyes and tell me that tetsuro kuroo isn't the most bisexual coded character ever

[berryblosom]

DUMPLING ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ Osamu Miya X fem!reader

S: rumours cause you to have doubts about your relationship with Osamu, he proves you wrong.

You were completely aware of what people thought of you. Growing up with the Miya twins definitely came with its fair share of attention, unwanted of course but when your best friends are as popular as they are it’s hard to stay hidden. Even till this day, 10 years later you’re still the subject of pointless gossip and rumours.

You spend a lot of time with Osamu at his shop, it was like your little haven to escape to after a gruelling day of work. Of all the rumours that went around about you the one that came up the most was that you and Osamu were dating. It’s true you were a lot closer to the younger Miya twin and compared to Atsumu who is often away, you saw Osamu almost every day but that didn’t mean you liked him.

Liar

Fine you were madly in love with the man. It was easier back in high school when you barely talked because you knew Atsumu first but without the loud mouth blonde as your buffer you were at risk of spilling your secret and ruining your friendship with him.

“You look deep in thought, what’s up dumpling?” You could just melt into a puddle right there and then. Osamu adopted the nickname name dumpling for you back in high school, it was used as a tease at first because your mom once only packed you dumplings for lunch for a whole week but now your heart lurches every time you hear it.

“It’s nothing, just work stuff.” You awkwardly lie and laugh hoping he’s doesn’t push it. Osamu notices though, you’re not asking him a million questions about how his day was and you barely touched the meal he placed infront of you five minutes ago.

“That moron from work still bother ya?” You shake your head no. The moron in question was your manager who seemed to have it out for you. When you invited your coworkers over to have lunch at Onigiri Miya, he didn’t quite make the best impression on Osamu.

“No he wasn’t in today thank goodness.”

“Then what’s got ya in such a huff?” He ruffles your hair and you swatt his hand away.

“I’m not in a huff, just….do you think I’m clingy?” You’ve gone and said it now, you peer up at Osamu hoping he didn’t find the question strange but he just looked confused.

“Of course not, at least not in a bad way.” What did that mean? You were glad the shop was closed otherwise people would hear how pathetic you sound. “Whos got ya thinking like that?”

You hesitate but decide there no use in hiding it from him.

“The other day, that girl from our high school came in remember?” Osamu tips his head back trying to remember, he gets a lot of customers so it was hard to remember them all but he does recall how excited you were to see some old classmates.

“Vaguely.”

“Well I bumped into her again and she said that I was clinging to you a lot and that she wanted to talk to you but I wouldn’t let her.” You bury your face in your hands, you didn’t have the guts to look at him. You didn’t want to tell him but if you were stopping him from talking to girl no matter how much it hurt you wanted to know.

“Why would she say that? I didn’t want to talk to her.”

“It’s okay if you did! I know I’m here a lot and she seemed really into you.” Osamu frowns at how you were pushing away and not looking at him.

“What about you?” You finally look up from your palms to see him pouting down at you.

“What about me?” You face flushes slightly as Osamu bends over the counter to come closer.

“Are you into me?” Your eyes widen and it took all the core strength you had not to fall backwards from you chair. Osamu didn’t break eye contact, he was a cool as he always was while you were spluttering and trying not to burst into flames

“W-why would you ask that?”

“Because i want to know.” He states verily. Osamu had his own speculations about your feelings for him, he hoped it was the same as the ones he had for you but he wanted to hear it coming from your mouth.

“If I said yes, what would you do.” You fleeting confidence was the only think keeping you from fainting in his moment.

“Don’t play with me dumpling.” The silence in the room was deafening. Your palms were sweaty and Osamu being so composed made you sweat even more.

“You didn’t answer my question.” He narrowed his eyes at your cryptic attempt to challenge him. The space between your faces was almost nonexistent, you eyes flickered every few seconds between Osamu eyes and his lips hoping your want to kiss him wasnt too obvious.

“I would kiss you and ask you out on a date.”

“Real-“ before you could finish Osamus lips were on yours. His cold hands come up to cradle your face and his thumbs caress your cheeks softly. You grab the back of his neck and pull him closer to you. Never in your dreams did you imagine your first kiss with Osamu would be like this let alone in his Onigiri shop.

Osamu breaks for a second, breathing heavily. “I’m sorry, you just looked so pretty.” His pecks your lips and travels all around your face. “I wanted to do this for so long.”

How long?” You we’re on the verge of tears, happy ones of course but knowing that Osamu may have had the same feelings as you this whole time was upsetting. You could’ve been together since the beginning but you were too afraid.

“Since we met.” He looks down when your eyes widen in shock. “I was just scared you didn’t feel the same or that you’d never talk to me if I told ya.” You were both such idiots.

“Oh samu, I feel the same.”

“You do?” He grins

“Of course I do, I was just afraid of the same thing.” He picks you up onto the counter and swings your legs over to the other side so he could stand between them. You lean in for another kiss, this one much deeper and passionate than the last. His hands slip to your waist, sneakily snaking his fingers under your shirt.

You break once again but keep you forehead rested on his. “Soooo if I wanted to skip the date and ask to be your boyfriend ya wouldn’t run for the hills?” You laugh making Osamu smile.

“I wouldn’t, but I still want the date.” You tease and hug him close, resting your head on his chest.

“Anything for you pretty lady.”

[iwas-princess]

suna rintaro • christmas eve princess

“c’mon, baby. don’t be like that.”

you huffed back at your boyfriend, your arms crossed over your chest as you childishly pouted. you walked ahead of him, continuing your journey to the passenger seat of his luxury car.

“hey, sweetheart, stop.” he chuckled as you continued to ignore him.

the silent treatment that you played didn’t let up as you neared his car in the store’s packed parking lot, much to his dismay. he stayed behind you, his large hands filled with your family’s christmas gifts you both had just purchased last minute.

it started out small, this argument did.

suna, ever the lazy man he is, pushed aside gift buying for weeks as your schedule filled once finals season approached, resulting in your shopping to begin the night before christmas. to say that you were irritated would be an understatement when you found that there were no gifts to wrap.

you wanted to kill rintaro, and even contemplated makibg sleep on the couch for a week— but it was christmas eve and even though he was annoying, you still wanted nothing more than to be near him during this holiday season.

angry or not.

as you approached your passenger door, you turned around briefly to take one look at him.

his hair was collecting snowflakes, the jet black locks speckled with white fuzz beautifully. his strong arms were carrying two heavy bags and one large electronic box for your younger sibling, and although he looked as if the items were nothing compared to him, you could tell that he was struggling slightly to carry them all in this cold, and his long fingers were most likely numb from the cold.

“wait, just a second. you know that you’re not allowed to open your own door; that’s my job.” suna corrected as your glove clad hand reached the car door handle.

you rolled your eyes, but felt your heart warm a few temperatures at his manners.

“let me just set these in the trunk and i’ll get you in that nice and toasty car, ‘kay? don’t want my princess getting too cold.” he explained as he popen the trunk, and carefully set the gifts in there.

you waited patiently, frustrated at him, but nevertheless ignored him still.

he tucked his frozen hands in his pockets breifly as he walked around the your side of the car, sending a flirty wink your way as he watched your eyes follow his moves briefly before looking off in the distance.

“i saw that, pretty girl.” he chuckled under his breath as he reached you.

the close proximity of him suddenly, caused a warm feeling to envelop your cold body. his scent filled your lungs as you breathed in the harsh air, your eyes nearly rolling back at the smell.

he was intoxicating.

his bare hand covered yours to gain your attention, wanting nothing more than to see your eyes on him once more— those pretty eyes that he adored.

when you didn’t budge, he let out an airy laugh at your behavior,

“sweetie, c’mon. look at me…” his voice was nearly teasing, catlike in every way as he spoke.

“what?” you harshly huffed out.

“ah, there she is. there’s your pretty voice that i missed so much.” he gently cooed at you. you found it condescending.

“what do you want, rintaro? i’m cold.” you were icy cold when you asked him, your voice cruel.

he ignored your attitude, tucking a loose strand behind your ear before caging you against the car door.

“rintaro! what is wrong with you? i’m freezing and i have to go home and wrap presents because you,” you shoved your finger against his coat covered chest. “didn’t tell me that we didn’t have any until last minute! now, i’m going to be exhausted all fucking day tomorrow because i’ll go to bed late”.

he smirked as you shouted quietly at him, careful not to make a scene.

he didn’t want to invalidate you in anyway, because he knew very well that he fucked up this year, but something about how adorable you looked in your puffy coat he bought you had his heart bursting. you looked so damn cute, exclaiming about your worries while you dressed warmly. your cheeks were flushed from the harsh cold, your nose beginning to run as well.

you had his whole heart and you didn’t even realize it.

you noticed the smug look on his face, immediately resulting in a punch to his shoulder.

he hissed in pain lowly, his broad body flinching back slightly before the hand covering yours nursed the now sore muscle.

“ouch, baby. that was awfully mean of you, don’t you think?”

you huffed in annoyance before turning around and opening the door yourself. but, just as you opened it, your boyfriend was quick to shut it with his knee.

“hey! what is your-“

he face leaned closer to yours, his cold nose touching your own freezing one. his dark eyes bored into yours and his lips brushed against yours gently.

“you know only i open this door for you, no one else. not even you.” he whispered darkly, his voice raspy.

you nodded slowly, allowing him to reach next to you and open the door back open for you, his eyes never leaving yours. he backed up enough for the door to fully open.

“go in.”

you obeyed reluctantly. you slid into the luxurious car, the soft heated cushions welcoming you happily with comforting warmth. you let out a satisfied sigh at the feeling, before turning your attention back to your doting boyfriend. he leaned in towards you slowly, your breath hitched as his torso entered the warm car. his face became nothing but a few inches away from yours, giving you the impression that he was going to give you a forgiving kiss. but instead, he reached a few inches behind him, and pulled the seatbelt around your lap before buckling it.

“gotta keep my little princess safe, don’t i? these roads are icy, brat.”

you nodded along, at loss for words.

“suna?” you called out after a few moments of thought as he was exiting the vehicle.

he stopped momentarily, crouching over slightly to hear and look at you as you spoke.

“kiss me.” you whispered.

he smiled wide, and if his cheeks weren’t frostkissed you could’ve seen the blush that creeped upon him at your words.

“of course.”

[kozumesphone]

born to be the reincarnation of nishinoya yū and be the best libero of our times, forced to set for unskilled spikers 😐

[autisticakaashitruther]

but not you!!!! you a homsoexual

[keisgirl]

flavours of love; osamu miya

pairing; post-timeskip!osamu x reader

wc; 0.7k

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the evening sun dipped low, casting a golden glow over the quaint shop named onigiri miya. inside, the air was filled with the comforting aroma of seasoned rice and fresh, savory fillings. the rhythmic sound of chopping and the sizzle of rice being prepared created a soothing symphony, underscoring the warmth and love that osamu poured into every piece of onigiri he made.

you pushed open the door, greeted by the familiar jingle of the bell. the moment you stepped inside, you were met with osamu’s bright smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. he wiped his hands on a towel and ambled over, his movements fluid and confident. “hey there,” he greeted, wrapping you in a quick, warm hug.

“hey, samu,” you replied, your voice carrying a hint of mischief. you leaned into him, savoring the comfort of his embrace. “i missed you.”

his smile widened as he pulled back slightly, leading you to your usual spot at the counter. “i missed you too. ready for your usual onigiri?”

you nodded, but a playful grin tugged at your lips. “actually, i tried something new today.”

osamu’s brow arched in curiosity. “new? like what?”

you hesitated for a moment, trying to contain your amusement. “i went to that new onigiri shop down the street. just wanted to see how it compared.”

the playful spark in osamu’s eyes flickered to a more dramatic expression of mock hurt. “you did what? you know my onigiri is the best.”

you laughed softly, reaching out to gently tap his arm. “i know, i know. it was just a little taste test.”

osamu’s eyes narrowed in a mock-serious glare. “so, you’re telling me you’re cheating on me with another onigiri shop?”

you chuckled, unable to hold back your laughter. “it wasn’t like that! i just wanted to see if they had anything different.”

“different, huh?” he feigned a dramatic sigh, then leaned in, his voice dropping to a playful whisper. “well, if you wanted to cheat, you could’ve at least picked a place that didn’t make me look bad.”

you grinned, shaking your head in amusement. “oh, come on. it was just one bite. your onigiri is still the best. i wouldn’t trade it for anything.”

osamu’s expression softened, his gaze warming as he reached over the counter to ruffle your hair affectionately. “i’ll let it slide this time. but next time, you better not even think about trying another place.”

you leaned into his touch, your heart swelling at his words. “deal. and while we’re at it, how about you make me one of your famous onigiri to remind me why i fell for you in the first place?”

his cheeks flushed slightly, but he quickly masked his shyness with a wink. “coming right up. and don’t think i’m going to go easy on you just because you’re my favorite taste tester.”

you watched as he moved with practiced ease, expertly shaping the onigiri with a precision that spoke of years of dedication. each movement was graceful and assured, a testament to his skill and passion. the sight of him working so diligently was both endearing and impressive.

as osamu handed you a freshly made onigiri, you took a bite, savoring the perfect blend of flavors. the rice was warm and fluffy, the seasoning just right. it was exactly as you remembered—simple, yet utterly delicious.

“see?” osamu said, his voice filled with satisfaction as he leaned on the counter, his eyes twinkling with a mixture of pride and amusement. “told you. no one does it better.”

you took another bite, closing your eyes in appreciation. “i’m convinced. your onigiri is the best, hands down.”

osamu’s smile grew wider, and he reached out to gently squeeze your hand. “good. that’s what i like to hear.”

the evening continued with laughter and lighthearted conversation, the warm ambiance of onigiri miya providing the perfect backdrop. as you sat there, enjoying the comforting meal and osamu’s company, you couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of contentment. it was in these simple, everyday moments that you found the true essence of happiness.

with the sun setting outside and the shop slowly winding down, you both knew that this was where you were meant to be—together, sharing in the little joys of life, and savoring the love that grew stronger with each passing day.

[leafyolive]

spending the day with osamu