BLIND DATE PLEASE

Gathering a deep breath, you look at the directions one more time. Left at the fork in the road, head down the path and wait at the gate. Ok, you can do that. Hurrying along, early in your excitement to meet your blind date, you make it there before him.

“So, you managed to find it after all.”

Smirking, you turn, looking up and up and up into the gleaming gold eyes of none other than Tsukishima Kei.

“You know,” you say stepping a bit closer, “insulting your date within the first thirty seconds is typically frowned upon. But then again, what else would one expect from a salt shaker?”

Tsukishima frowns. “Isn’t that a bit of the pot calling the kettle black?”

You shrug. “Just confirming I can keep up with you so don’t waste time thinking this is…well…a waste of time.”

He huffs. “Yeah, ok, whatever. Come on, the concert’s gonna start soon.” He brushes past you but grabs your hand to tug you along. You don’t mind that he doesn’t let it go the rest of the night.

hmm what about a scenario with tsukki where his s/o (girl!) where she’s genuinely so empathetic and sweet and she can never say no when people ask her to help them so she’s always going around and helping people at school whenever they ask and sometimes people manipulate her into doing things? i just thought personality wise it’s such a juxtaposition from what tsukki is normally like and his reaction and everything -suga anon

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I’m sorry this turned out angsty. Tsukishima is one of the easiest characters for me to write because he is more or less myself when I become tired of being nice. So I ended up drawing this from something personal, because I know how it feels to love someone who loves everyone else just as much. Thank you for waiting, and it’s been far too long, Suga-anon. 🙂

Tsukishima finds her, again, by the decently sized bread stand next to the first floor canteen. Although he’s by certain standards, freakishly tall, his girlfriend most definitely isn’t, and searching for an unevenly coloured mop of hair in a sea of high school students is not as easy at it sounds.

The stuffed melon bread is almost sold out, and it reminds him that he’s wasted his entire lunch break on this stupid man-search instead of eating.

He knocks several people away with his sharp elbows, shooting them a dull stare when they turn to protest, and slinks through the crowd. He reaches out above the sea of heads and taps her on the shoulder. She spins around, a guilty frown on her face.

“I know… what you’re going to say,” she begins, “I’m sorry, Tsukki.”

It incenses him. Tsukishima, originally quite calm and merely ready to lecture, finds himself seeing red everywhere. He wants to hit someone, anyone, but the closest thing to him is her. He crushes that urge underneath his heel.

“Don’t apologise,” he grits out. “Wasting your breath on things that you clearly don’t mean.”

“Well, I-” She wrings her hands, and unable to meet his eyes. “I don’t know what else to say.”

The line shuffles them closer and closer to the bread lady, and Tsukishima gestures towards the display with a sharp jerk of his head. “It’s almost your turn. Do your masters proud.”

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Amazing!!!

I loved your Types of Hugs! Could you do Types of Kisses for the Karasuno team, including managers and coaches? I know it’s past your character limit so if not that’s fine. Thank you!

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[I don’t mind doing Types of ____ for whole teams actually, since it’s just assigning them to the different sections, so no worries and thank you for requesting that!!! And your lovely comments on your reblogs -3-]

Types of Kisses – Karasuno

Eskimo Kisses: Sugawara Koushi, Azumane Asahi, Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Kageyama Tobio, Hinata Shouyou, Yamaguchi Tadashi, Yachi Hitoka, Takeda Ittetsu
Forehead Kisses: Sawamura Daichi, Azumane Asahi, Ennoshita Chikara, Tsukishima Kei, Shimizu Kiyoko
French Kisses: Sugawara Koushi, Ukai Jr.
Cheek Kisses: Nishinoya Yuu, Ennoshita Chikara, Kageyama Tobio, Hinata Shouyou, Shimizu Kiyoko, Yachi Hitoka
Bite and Nibble: Sugawara Koushi, Nishinoya Yuu, Yamaguchi Tadashi, Ukai Jr.
Blowing a Kiss: Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Kageyama Tobio (in his most awkward fashion), Takeda Ittetsu

Awwwww! These are so cute, I love Kageyama’s 😂 Thanks for doing these!

Naughty List Vol. 2

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Sorry this is late, but I really really wanted to make sure this was good for you guys!! For those of you who haven’t read it, you can find last year’s (2016) Naughty List here.
NOTE: All scenes here are 100% consensual and follow the BDSM core rules of Safe, Sane and Consensual

Yamamoto

He cried behind his gag as the vibrator inside him surged to life once more. He’d lost count of the number of times you’d brought him over the edge like this. He struggled, but he cuffs holding his arms behind his back in a difficult, challenging pose held firm. He thrust ineffectually, nothing working, finding no escape from the pleasure that bordered on pain.

Your safe word, he thought to himself. Remember your safe word. Part of him wanted to use it so badly. His prostate felt engorged and hyper-sensitive, but the ring at the base of his cock stopped him from coming properly. He could feel the line of drool creeping towards the edge of his chin… he’d never felt so humiliated.

God, he wanted more.

“Checking in,” you said, a coy edge to your voice that told him you knew exactly how he was feeling. “You alright, Tora? Do you want me to stop?”

He shook his head emphatically, refusing to give in. If he kept going, his reward would be so sweet, and he loved that look in your eye.

“Good boy,” you cooed, running your hand along his mohawk. “That’s what I like to hear.”

You nudged the vibrator to its highest setting, and Yamamoto screamed.

Kawanishi

He was always so gentle with you… especially after that first time. You finally really understood what he meant when he told you he was big. Sometimes, with careful prep you could take him, but more often than not, you had to find some other way to make each other feel good. You didn’t mind. Taichi was a master with his tongue, and he loved to be buried between your thighs.

“Sit on my face,” he murmured, tugging at your hips until you straddled his head. His nose brushed at your opening, while his tongue worked your clit like no tomorrow.

It was good… almost too good. You braced yourself with a hand against his hip as you stared down his absolutely massive cock. You wrapped your hand around the base, shivering when your fingers didn’t even come close to touching. He groaned against you, sucking with gusto when your tongue lapped gently at his slit.

Sex may have been difficult for the both of you, but it was by no means impossible, and you would make Taichi feel good if it was the last thing you ever did.

Sakusa

He liked to watch.

He liked to watch you ride your toy while you held eye contact with him. He liked to listen to you whimper and whine while you chased your orgasm, knowing he would stop you before he let you have it. He prefered looking at your beautiful body rather than touching it, and he loved that you understood and respected that. He loved you. He loved you more than anything.

He must have gotten distracted, because you suddenly cried out, a precursor to when you’d passed the point of no return. You lost eye contact as your eyes slipped into the back of your head. Your hips thrust uselessly against air as you rode your high on the toy he’d bought especially for this purpose. Outwardly, he was unaffected, but inside a fire of passion burned as bright as the sun. He smirked a bit behind his hand, knowing there was no way you would see it.

“____,” he purred. “Did I say stop?”

You were in for a long night.

Futakuchi

The train was so crowded there was barely room to stand, but somehow, Futakuchi managed to not get caught. He never got caught. His big hands found your waist, drawing you back against him. You weakly swatted at him, but he chuckled in your ear, and his breath on your skin made you weak. You could feel the hard line of his erection through your leggings.

“You feel what you do to me?” His whisper was accompanied by an inappropriate (but not unwelcome) lick to the shell of your ear.

“Kenji,” you whispered. “Enough!”

“Oh come on, baby girl,” he said, pulling your hair over your shoulder and nosing at the soft spot behind your ear… your weakness. He sucked a dark mark into your neck, letting you feel his teeth. “Would you stop me if I ripped your panties down right now? Started fucking you here, in front of all these businessmen and students? Letting everyone know you’re mine?”

You gasped, leaning into his touch. His fingers snuck under the hem of your sweatshirt (his sweatshirt, really, but semantics) and teased at your bare skin; “Of course I would!”

He laughed darkly in your ear again, giving your ponytail a little tug; “Liar.”

Bokuto

“Babe, please,” Bokuto begged. He couldn’t handle your teasing anymore. “Babe… it’s too… it’s too much!”

You laughed, low and dark, as you pressed a soft kiss to the head of his cock. You hadn’t done more than tease him with feather light touches, kitten licks, gentle (almost chaste) kisses, and nudges with your nose. Every touch sent electricity down his spine. He trembled violently when you pressed your tongue to the fat vein underneath and licked all the way from the root to the tip.

“So big,” you groaned, pressing your thumb into his slit. “I love your big hard cock, Kou.”

You looked so delectably filthy like that, your tongue lolling out with his cock in your face. He couldn’t even make words happen, he was so miserably turned on. You grabbed him at the base, seeming to take mercy on him, as you finally–finally–closed your mouth over his head. He almost sobbed in pleasure as you took him to the root torturously slowly. He felt your throat constrict around the head as you swallowed him down and he nearly sobbed with pleasure.

You were going to take your time… and it was going to kill him.

Noya

He loved the little bustier you donned, just for him. He loved the little bows, the lace, the ribbon… he loved it all. You looked so sexy… so special. Like a present. He wanted to repay you for his present.

He dragged your thighs over his shoulders, burying his face in your cunt again. You were breathing hard, and your skin was slick with sweat… you were at your limit, but he wanted to keep going. He wanted to be buried in your perfect pussy for hours, sucking your clit until it was an angry red and throbbing with hypersensitivity. He didn’t want to stop. Even with your fingers fisted in his hair to the point of pain, he couldn’t stop. He couldn’t get enough of those sounds of yours, the taste of you, and best of all, the gush of fluid as you came on his tongue again.

Alisa

You loved Alisa’s breathy little moans as you worked between her legs. She was so wet your touch was near frictionless, and your hands fisted in her soft (so soft) hair drew her neck into the most beautiful arch. Milk-pale skin covered in bite marks and long, soft blonde lashes brushing against her high cheeks… she looked like a work of art. Like she belonged in some fancy European museum, not spread out on your bed, moaning and bucking into your touch. You were in awe of her… in awe of how beautiful she was…

As if sensing your thoughts, she reached up, brushing her long fingers against the swell of your breast, before she gave your own hair a little tug. You scowled at her cat-like, shit-eating, too-innocent grin, and just like that you were out of your own head. It didn’t take much effort to get her beautiful legs over your shoulders and your face buried in her gorgeous cunt.

Tanaka

The music pounded so loudly, he could practically feel it thudding in his chest, but not even the ringing in his ears could distract him from your beautiful body undulating to the beat. He wanted so badly–too badly, really–to get out of this chair and just take you for himself. But the second you threw one of your legs over his lap, he knew it was over. He wouldn’t move… he wouldn’t do a thing… not unless you told him to.

“Am I allowed to touch?” he asked, his voice thick with arousal. You giggled at him, punctuating your nod with a roll of your hips. Fuck, you were so perfect, and the way you ground your white-hot core against him made him curse the barriers of fabric between the two of you. He grasped your hips, feeling you move, and he buried his face into your breasts. He licked and sucked and moaned as dark marks formed and your composure slipped with your growing arousal.

With a practiced twist of his wrist, your bra fell to the floor, revealing your perfect tits to him. The sound you made when he sucked a nipple between his teeth, giving it a slightly too-rough pull, he knew the wait… the dance… it would all be worth it.

Suga

There were nights when Suga drove you wild, tied you to the bed and used all manner of toys and vibrators on you until you were screaming his name. But that night… something was different. He was softer. Vulnerable.

“I just need you,” he said softly, nibbling on your earlobe as he parted your thighs gently. His fingers trembled against your skin. “I need you tonight… just like this.”

His beautiful hands brushed upwards, teasing at your entrance. He shuddered when he felt the wetness gathered there, and his eyes were so dark from seeing you like this… He grinned that beautiful grin of his–a strange combination of mischief and beauty–before he bent to kiss you. You wrapped your legs around his hips, and it was clear the heat of your body made him weak. He slid into you with an easy roll of his hips, and it was clear by the way he held his shoulders and the trembling in his limbs, he was on the edge.

“God,” he whispered, pressing his forehead against yours. “You feel so good. ____ you’re so good. I…I won’t last.”

You smiled at him to show it was ok–he could make it up to you later.

Kuroo

Kuroo moaned when you sank your hand into his hair. You always loved how soft it was, and even more than that, you loved the sounds he made when you tugged on it. His back was a mess of scratch marks, and his whole body was bathed in sweat. You grinned as you moved the lube between your fingers to warm it, enjoying the foreign weight of the strap on at your hips. Kuroo had done such a good job of preparing himself, to the point he could fit a full four fingers inside himself without resistance.

“I’m not going to go easy on you, Tetsu,” you purred, spreading his cheeks wide, smearing the lube over his rim. “Hope you like getting fucked.”

With a smooth roll of your hips, you hilted Kuroo with the dildo. You grinned even wider as you listened to him keen and cry, trying to adjust around the silicone length inside of him. He was either going to regret sharing this fantasy with you, or he was going to love every minute. Either way, you planned on fucking him until he couldn’t even see straight.

Ukai

He wasn’t lazy in bed. Quite the opposite, he always did his part.

He just liked watching you bounce on his cock. He loved thrusting up into you while a rough thumb pressed against your clit. He liked watching your thighs shake around his hips as you struggled to keep your rhythm with your imminent orgasm. He groaned, pitching his hips up, when he felt you clench around him. His free hand grabbed your breast roughly, rolling your nipple between his fingers. He growled–actually growled, like a wild animal–at the high whine in the back of your throat.

“Are you going to come for me?” He bounced you harder, laser-focused on your jiggling breasts. When you nodded, he took your chin between his fingers, drawing you close. “Say it, baby girl.”

“I’m coming, Keishin,” you whimpered. “I’m coming.”

“Who makes you come?”

“You,” you groaned. “Only you. Please.”

He grinned, savage and shark-like; “Go ahead and come for me. Fall apart on my cock.”

Tsukki

He was trembling.

He could feel himself shake, straining almost unconsciously at his wrists bound in his lap. You’d chosen not to tie his arms behind his back… it was a sign of your trust. In return, he’d given you his trust. He squirmed, desperately trying to ascertain your location from… something. Instinct or intuition or the feel of your breath on his skin, but all he could see was the inside of the blindfold. All he could hear was the soft, mellow beat of the instrumental music in his noise-cancelling headphones. The only sounds he could make were muffled gurgling behind the gag.

He felt your hand on his back and he jumped, not expecting how electric your touch felt after the total darkness of his predicament. Your hand rubbed soothing circles between your shoulder blades–soothing and sweet–and he leaned into the touch. He trusted you… he was comforted by your skin on his. You would never hurt him. He relaxed into you, giving into your whims. He could feel you suck a dark, almost painful, mark into his neck. He groaned so loud, even the gag couldn’t muffle it.

When he felt your slicked fingers circling his hole, he knew you would make him scream before the night was out.

Daichi

There was family just down the hall, and from his experience as a teenager, the walls of his childhood home were very thin. He didn’t care. He’d wanted you since he’d seen you in his t-shirt that morning. He was so patient, and he waited all day, but he couldn’t wait for you to excuse yourself from the conversation with his family and get all the way back home before he could have you.

“Be quiet, princess,” Daichi growled, pressing you against the wall. He pried your lips apart, sticking his rough, thick fingers into your mouth. You sucked eagerly, pushing your hips against his. The steadily-growing line of his cock pressed insistently against the plush of your ass, and you could feel yourself grow wetter at the mere thought. “We wouldn’t want them to hear you, hm?”

You moaned around his fingers, slurping at them greedily. You wished he was in front of you so you could see the lust burning in his eyes, or at least sink your hands into that soft hair of his. As it was, all you could do was palm at your own breast, trying to entice him to go faster. He chuckled into your hair, his deep voice like a purr.

“So eager,” he said, but he unzipped his fly either way. “I hope you’re ready for me.”

Terushima

He’d goaded you and baited you and been a brat all night. He wouldn’t stop laughing, he wouldn’t submit, and he refused to behave. Now, he was paying the price. You didn’t tie him up–you didn’t need to. You had him shaking with so much pleasure, he was pinned in place with mere will. You pounded the vibrator into him brutally, pumping him with your other hand. His face stung from where you’d slapped him over and over until he’d finally given in, and he knew his ass was practically glowing from your earlier brutality. For the first time ever since you’d started these games, his safe word came to mind.

“Does it feel good, Yuuji?” you asked, giving your wrist a particularly brutal twist. The bent end of the vibrator bumped against his prostate, causing him to whine and pant like a bitch in heat.

“So good,” he moaned quickly and breathlessly. “So good… so good… gonna…”

“Come for me, Yuuji,” you whispered in his ear. Your breath against his hyper-sensitive, sweat bathed skin busted open the dam and he came in hot, wet spurts over your hands.His whole body trembled, and he wasn’t sure if his sobs were pleasure or pain. You only gave him a brief break before you started again. “We aren’t done here, Yuuji. You’ll come at least twice more tonight, whether you like it or not.”

He wished he didn’t like it as much as he did.

Yamaguchi

“Pretty,” Yamaguchi cooed, running his hands along your hips. He squeezed your thighs for extra emphasis. “So pretty.”

“Tadashi,” you gasped. “Tadashi… please!”

“Gorgeous,” he whispered against the skin of your inner thigh. “I love these legs… I love them.”

You arched your back, whimpering when you felt his rough fingertips spread you gently; “Tadashi, don’t tease!”

“Hmm,” Yamaguchi hummed, curling his tongue against your hood teasingly. “So wet. So sweet. How about I put these lovely legs over my shoulders, hm?”

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Karasuno First Time Head Canons

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I saw a mention of first times for Karasuno and came up with these. Hope you enjoy! -Admin Jade, @vball-baes-bball-babes

Daichi

Daichi’s first time takes place in his first or second year of university with a girl he’s in a stable, committed relationship with.

Boy is prepared, this has been planned. We’re talking soft light, mood music, bottles of water (hydration is important), condoms, lube and the comfort of his room without his roommate home.

Slow and gentle, Daichi takes his time not only because he’s still figuring things out but because he wants to remember everything clearly.

When they actually connect, Daichi’s face is a little pensive due to his concentration (especially if it’s her first time too, he doesn’t want to hurt her). That and he’s concentrating on not coming too fast.

Sugawara

Also has his first time in university, most likely during his first year with his girlfriend.

Despite his interest in kinks, the first time is fairly traditional. He wants to savor the emotional connection more experimenting.

He bites his lip a lot trying to stifle his moans but fails miserably; it just feels too damn good.

Is willing to try oral the first time, he’s been curious about it for years and will most def want to try it if she’s game for it.

Asahi

Baby boy will wait until he’s been in a safe, stable and healthy relationship for a good long while before he takes this step. I see him waiting until he’s in his mid-twenties before having sex.

His movements will be super hesitant but if he’s with the right girl she’ll be chill with taking some lead; he removes her shirt, she removes her bra. He removes his pants, she takes off his shirt.

Starts super slow, kisses all over, he’s taking his time not only to enjoy her but to work up his nerve.

When they finally connect, his eyes are screwed shut tight, not only because he’s overwhelmed with the sensations but because he’s still a little embarrassed.

After it’s over, he’ll probably shed a few tears. He’s never been this vulnerable with anyone and it’s very intense for our glass hearted ace.

Tanaka

He has his first time as a third year.

It’s spontaneous after a huge win in a tournament, his girlfriend wanting to give him a reward for his awesome performance as Karasuno’s latest ace; that and he’s just frickin’ hot when he plays!

They go at it either in a closet or latch the door on the locker room. It’s not the ideal location for a first time but they’re too into each other to really care.

He buries his face against her neck in effort to cover his moans, she just feels amazing and he loves her so damn much!

The first years are slightly scarred hearing Tanaka-senpai moaning like that.

Nishinoya

Also has his first time as a third year.

Takes place during a graduation party because he just couldn’t wait to get back to his or her house.

They’re either in the bathroom or a random bedroom, either way they’re so wrapped up in each other the surroundings don’t matter.

Noya has no chill, like boy is moaning and groaning like they’re the only ones in the house.

No matter the position, his head thrown back, eyes shut and hands gripping her tight.

Ennoshita

Happens his third year of university or possibly after his graduates from there. He’s in no rush and wants to make sure things are stable with him and his lady before taking this step.

Is the kind of guy who’s done research. Like, not watching porn, but instructional DVDs, has read articles, he doesn’t want to go into something like this blind.

All that research, however, can’t prepare him for how amazing it feels to connect with his lady for the first time intimately.

He’s more vocal than he thought he’d be, gasping her name and praising her for making him feel so good. He maintains eye contact as much as possible too.

Kinoshita

First time during university probably his first year. Waits until he knows he loves her and she him; he doesn’t think he can do something this significant without that level of commitment.

Is super nervous and constantly asking questions. “Are you ok?” “Do you like this?” “Am I making you feel good?” He needs consistent encouragement and being reassured.

Loves long kissing, like, he cannot get enough of her lips and he’s a damn good kisser.

Focuses so much on her, he almost forgets himself but when she hitches her legs around his waist and draws him into her, he moans into her mouth, eyebrows furrowing sharply.

Releases her lips to gasp in air and breathes out he loves her.

Narita

First time is when he goes home for a Christmas break during university.

Reconnects with an old neighborhood crush who’s also home for the holidays.

He’s a calm and collected guy so when she shows interest, he goes with the flow, going with her to her room during a Christmas party.

It’s a bit bumbling because of nerves but overall he does well. He’s happy to be experiencing something of this nature with someone he’s known so long.

They end up establishing a relationship that carries on throughout university, resulting in them getting married after graduation.

Tsukishima

Early bloomer, Tsukishima has his first time in his second year.

Spontaneous to say the least, probably happens following a heated make out session with his girlfriend during a study date.

Hands travel to new places, she reciprocates the touches and he just goes with it. He cares a lot about her and the moment, somewhat awkward as it is, feels right.

Gritted teeth, sweat on his brow, low grunts and somewhat stiff movements but he does his best to take care of her properly. He wants to maintain his “cool” reputation after all.

Yamaguichi

For some reason, I picture this boy as waiting until his wedding night.

He’s a nervous wreck but as she kisses him and traces over his freckles, he relaxes into her touch, trying to clear his mind and just focus on how she makes him feel.

Touches her back, hands a bit shaky from nerves, but gains more and more confidence the longer the foreplay goes.

As he enters her, he’s looking in her eyes, telling her how much he loves her while kissing her face.

Kageyama

I can see Kageyama having his first time also be a random hook up, probably while he’s touring with team Japan when he’s an adult.

Meets her at a bar he was dragged to by his team under their insistence that he needs to loosen up.

She tugs him to the dance floor and the feel of a female’s body brushing up against his so provocatively ignites utter want and need in this young man.

Back in her room, he has no idea what he’s doing and it shows. His face is bright red as she patiently gives instruction but he’s nothing if not a good student.

His first time entering her, he moans loudly and it makes him blush even harder if possible but she encourages him and he keeps going, enjoying the feel of her and thanking his lucky stars to have run into someone so kind as her.

Because this is his first emotional connection on this level, he asks to stay in contact with her which kicks off their long distance relationship; resulting in him becoming pro at phone sex.

Hinata

Oh our sunshine boy! I can see him having his first time his first year of university because all through high school he was solely focused on volleyball.

Not that he doesn’t still play but he’s become more aware of other needs and so when he finally gets a girlfriend (not that he really had to try that hard because he’s a precious love who would worship the ground she walks on), he’s eager to be with her.

A flurry of removed clothes (probably a few seams being sacrificed) and quick kisses. He can’t touch or taste her fast enough!

Can’t hold back his “bwah” and “ugh” sounds; he’s very vocal and that remains true for every time after the first.

At the end of it, both are sweaty, panting and messy but happy.

Ukai

Volleyball isn’t the only place Ukai had game, he was also quite popular with the ladies (and still is).

First time was his first year, he didn’t waste time.

Random hook up at a party, but he’s not complaining.

Maintained his serious expression but it was a whole lot more tender.

Takeda

Had his first time after obtaining his teaching degree.

He’d gone out to celebrate with friends and ended up drinking a bit more than usual.

He and a fellow student he’s been flirting (bashfully) with all semester get hot and heavy in one of the VIP rooms.

One thing leads to another and they end up hooking up but it’s more of a dry hump to coming, than actual intercourse.

His glasses askance, Takeda breathes heavy against her neck, hands trailing up her shirt against her back as she rocks against him.

Not the best “first time” but it’s his first ever releasing thanks to another person.

Yachi

I picture Yachi also as one who waits until she gets married, if for no other reason than she’s terrified of getting pregnant and just isn’t willing to take that risk with someone who isn’t fully committed to her.

Her knees are knocking but he goes slow, taking off her clothes in stages to allow her to acclimate; he wants this to be pleasurable for her too.

Once they’re both naked and in bed, he continues to take the lead, kissing and touching her until she’s positively melting.

At their final connecting, she cries both in pain and because of the heavy emotions she’s feeling.

Overall, it’s an amazing experience and she’s eager to try again, though the next time she hopes will hurt less.

Kiyoko

Second year university with her boyfriend is the first time Kiyoko has sex.

Is very bashful, often trying to cover up as he takes off her layers; she’s embarassed by her scars from sports.

He reassures her, murmuring sweet words of praise and encouragement in her ear.

As he enters, she squeezes her eyes shut, a few stray tears sliding down her cheeks but as she warms up she moans quietly against his throat, kissing him.

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these are very nice

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Another contribution, felt good to get some writing in!

Can’t Hardly Wait (Tsukki/Reader Desk Sex)

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For the Anon who asked for this. Sorry if it came too late for Sinday but I saw this post and thought, “Yeah, I’m doing this.” (There are some formatting differences because tumblr is stupid so hopefully it won’t mess with the story too much)

Honestly, how did you think you two would ever make it any further into his room, much less his bed. It was pure willpower that you both even made it past his front door.

You moan, gripping Kei’s biceps tightly in your fingers as he hefts you onto his desk, pens scattering and papers sticking uncomfortably to the backs of your thighs, your skirt riding up to bundle at your hips. You don’t care one hoot, though, because the muscles in his arms bunch with the effort to lift you and you shiver at the feel of their thickness. At one point in time, Kei had been a tall, skinny string bean. Now in his third year, not so much. He is still tall, but he has filled out. A lot.

Kei’s long fingers spread your legs impossibly further so he can press against your soaked pussy and you groan, aching with need at the feeling of his hard cock. You drag your hands up his broad shoulders and down over his chest, the large muscles flexing beneath your trembling fingers.

After six months of dating, you still can’t believe you and Kei are together. For most of two years he ignored the advances of every girl who approached him, and yet, it still baffles you that he’d been the one to pursue you. You had secretly pined away for him forever and it took you just as long to figure out he returned your feelings. Now, here you were months later, with one of the sexiest (and aloof) boys in Karasuno pushing between your legs, and not for the first time.

With only a little fumbling you relieve your boyfriend of his blazer and white shirt, reveling in the feeling of taught muscle against your fingertips. Eagerly he chases your lips with his, parting them with an insistent tongue and making your breath hitch. He groans his satisfaction into your mouth, dragging his calloused palms up your thighs to grip your hips beneath the waistband of your uniform and you can’t help the smirk that catches the corners of your mouth.

“Don’t get cocky,” he growls, low and seductively into your mouth, nipping at your bottom lip.

“Thought that was your job,” you tease back. You lick into his mouth again, trapping his tongue between your lips, sucking hard while tucking your hand between the two of you to palm his hard length. Kei growls again, using his forehead to shove your head aside so he can latch onto your neck. The warmth of his lips send delicious shivers down your spine and straight between your legs as he sucks a hickey onto your neck. Your back arches and you slide your hands up and around his shoulders, pulling him closer to you. Kei chuckles, the deep sound echoing through your body making you whimper with need.

“Don’t tease, Kei,” you whine, squeezing your thighs around him. He leans back and begins unbuttoning your blouse with quick efficiency. His gold eyes are dark with want as they take in your appearance and you bite back a groan knowing that the hungry look he’s giving you is for you. The very thought that Tsukishima Kei wants you as much as you want him soaks your cotton panties with a fresh wave of slickness.

“What are you thinking?” You ask, your heart jumping up a notch as you hold your breath and wait to see if he answers. It’s during these times that Kei is the most uninhibited, often voicing his honest thoughts cause he knows how much it turns you on.

He pushes aside your blouse, his eyes raking over your breasts. He bites his lip, eyes half lidded.

“Your so fucking hot,” he breathes, cupping your left breast in his palm and squeezing gently, his thumb rubbing over your nipple behind the thin material of your bra. You gasp and your head falls back, his touch sending sparks across your flesh and his words lighting the fire.

“Goddamn, _____, I can’t wait to get inside you and feel you cum on my dick.” Kei grips your hip tighter, imprinting his fingerprints into your flesh, rolling his own as if to emphasize his point and you keen. The sound of his voice and the words spilling from his mouth snap your restraint and you throw yourself into him, latching onto his lips and kissing him hard.

“What are you waiting for,” you whisper against his open mouth and Kei groans. His hand leaves your breast and you would mourn the loss of its warmth except he reaches between you two to pop open the zipper on his slacks and pulls down his zipper. You feel yourself clenching in anticipation and you drop your hands to help him shove down his pants and underwear while he reaches between your legs, the tips of his fingers grazing gingerly against your soaked panties.

“Mmm…so wet for me, ____,” he says, pride tinting his voice.

You roll your eyes and snort, “Now who’s feeling cocky?”

Kei crans his head to look into your eyes. “Thought that was my job?” He retorts with a self-satisfied smirk.

“No, this is your job,” you tell him, gripping muscular buttcheeks in your palms for stability as you roll your hips into cock. “You should get to it.”

Kei bites his lip, a small, sexy grin pulling at his mouth. It makes your chest swell and your heart skip a beat and fuck if you’re not so gone over this blonde haired, mouthy, prick.

Kei drags a finger over your clit, making you gasp. He leans into you until his breath is ghosting over your swollen lips. “Be careful what you ask for, ____,” he taunts, his voice sending shivers down your spine again. His pupils are blown but there’s a hint of mischief in them and you inwardly groan at the implication. That look usually means your in for a bit of teasing and you already want to cum so bad you’re not sure if you can handle any more waiting.

His finger deftly ducks beneath the edge of your panties and he pulls them aside. He leans back and removing his free hand from your hip beneath your skirt, he grips his cock and lines himself up with your dripping pussy. Your inhale and hold it, closing your eyes against the feel of the head of his dick rubbing between your slick lips. Your body knows what Kei feels like and your aching at the memory, the anticipation of what’s coming making you tremble.

In moments Kei is pushing inside you, the thick hardness of his cock making you moan wantonly. You wrap one arm around his shoulders trying to pull him to you, even as he resists, defiantly holding back and going slow if only to work you up more. Your free hand buries itself in thick, soft blonde curls, fingers gripping the strands in a tight fist. Kei growls and plunges into you, fully sheathing himself deep inside your pulsing walls. You both moan loudly.

You open your eyes to find Kei staring at you, smirking again. He sets a slow, methodical pace, one hand returning to your hip while the other reaches behind you to dance up your back beneath your shirt. His nimble fingers unhook your bra with ease, and he pushes up the material, freeing your breast. He licks his lips right before he ducks down to latch onto one of your nipples. You keen, calling out his name.

“K..Kei!”

Your back arches as he licks around the areola then sucks again at the stiffened nub. He tugs lightly with his teeth, then soothes the soreness with gentle kisses and licks. You pant into his hair, rolling your hips into him as he thrusts back into you. Before long he moves onto the other nipple. Your cant your hips insistently against him, encouraging him to move faster but he grips your hips with both hands to hold you down and continues to tease with his languid pace.

“God…f-fuck…Kei…ah hah hah hah…st-stop teasingand f-fuck me!” You pant heavily and he chuckles, rising back up to kiss you deep and hard, his teeth scraping against your tongue and lips.

“So needy, ____,” He gloats into your mouth.

Irritated that he plays with you like a cat does a mouse, you duck your head and bite hard into skin below his ear. It’s a dirty trick because he’s sensitive there and it gets him going, but if he’s gonna play dirty then so are you.

It works, too, because the action elicits a low growl and then Kei’s adjusting his position. You feel him widen his stance and one large hand moves from your hip to grasp your ass. He leans into you, forcing you to hold onto him for support. His free hand stretches out behind you to brace against the wall.

Then he’s pounding into you with brutal force, the desk your sitting on hitting the wall with a measured staccato and it’s so hard and loud that some part of you worries it’ll dent the plaster. However, you can’t give too much thought to property damage since most of your higher cognitive functions are overwhelmed by the broad and muscular boy between your legs.

“Oh fuck yes!” You wail, “Right there, don’t stop!”

Kei is no better, his low moans and grunts puffing hotly against the curve of your neck where his head has fallen, his soft lips and tongue occasionally graze your sweat damp skin.

“Shit, ___,” he mumbles against your flesh, “Ngh…you’re s-so tight…sogood…feelgood…”

You roll your hips aging and again, trying to match his pace. Your arm around his shoulder drops back to his ass and you lift your legs higher, squeezing as tight as you can for leverage.

“Kei…Kei…Kei…yes…yes…soclose…don’t sto-“

Before long you both lose the ability to form coherent words. Moans and half formed curse words spill from both your lips as you both chase your orgasms. You can’t think, your brain is nothing but white noise. All you can feel is Kei’s hard length dragging harshly against your clenching cunt and the heat of his damp skin against yours as you both move against each other.

“Gon…cum…” You whine, and the hand gripping your ass slides over further until your nearly sitting in the crook of his arm. The muscles in Kei’s arm rolls with his hips as he helps you move yours, pushing himself deeper inside you.

You curl around him as your orgasm hits you suddenly. You squeeze your eyes shut, a multitude of colors bursting behind your eyelids. Your mouth drops open as you wail, the intensity of the pleasure that washes over you forcing the wordless scream from your lungs.

Kei breathes your name into your neck and bites down. His hips stutter, and suddenly he rolls into you hard and slow, once, twice, three times and stills, his cock throbbing inside you. You feel warmth flood your insides and shiver at the sensation, loving that he finished in you.

You are panting hard as you return to earth from the paradise of pleasure you were in. Slowly you both start to disentangle your numb limbs. Kei finds your mouth and kisses you gently, the hand beneath your butt now rubbing your back tenderly.

He pulls away, leaning his forehead against yours with his eyes still closed, still panting.

“Satisfied?” He asks, his voice returning to its normal monotonous tone.

You grin him and peck a quick, chaste kiss to his nose. He opens his eyes, the honey-gold back and warm despite his indifferent expression. You sniff and shake your head, attempting to dislodge the hair stuck to your face and shrug, “No, but it’d be too much of a pain in the ass to fire you.”

Kei clicks his tongue, a look of mock indignation covering his face. “You’re the pain in the ass,” He retorts but there’s a small grin tilting the corner of his mouth.

Guys, look at this blessing. Sinful Sunday is truly wonderful. Thank you so much for submitting this, it was soooo hot!!!

-Admin Lana

Amazing!! You wrote Kei so well!!

the weird and unlikely friendship between Tsukishima and Kageyama

volleyball-crow:

Among the incredibly unexpected things that eventually happen at Karasuno, what is probably the weirdest of them is the strange friendship that develops between Kageyama and Tsukishima.

No one is really sure how it happens. It must have been gradual, evolving by stages maybe, so no one notices until one day Nishinoya points out, “Isn’t it really weird that Kageyama and Tsukishima are sitting together over there and world war three hasn’t started yet?”

Hinata, who is Kageyama’s unquestionable best friend, is more preoccupied with drinking every last drop of his post-practice juice and replies airily, “Yeah, they do that sometimes.”

Ennoshita-san frowns. “They do?”

“Yeah,” Hinata says, “Sometimes they do their you’re-pathetic-NO-YOU’RE-pathetic routine, and sometimes they sit together and… do that. Whatever it is. I’m not exactly sure.”

Basically, at some point Tsukishima and Kageyama subtly went from teammates-with-difficulties to subtly-friends. They yell and argue and fight just about the same they always have, just a lot less often, and sometimes they can be found quietly sharing the same space. If Kageyama forgets his towel and Tsukishima notices, he’ll lend him a spare – something Yamaguchi says is a recent addition to Tsukishima’s packing practices. If Tsukishima is out of tape for his fingers, a new roll will spontaneously appear in front of him – which Hinata says is the most hilarious thing to watch, because Kageyama apparently goes out of his way to pretend he’s not doing it.

More: according to Yamaguchi, if anyone in their class – or anywhere in Tsukishima’s hearing, really – says anything remotely negative about Kageyama, Tsukishima quickly glares them into submission.

And in view of this unexpected revelation, Kageyama’s weird behaviour during the last joint training camp makes a lot more sense – the way he’d hovered around the “3rd gym group”, as they’re called, and how he’d stalked around them looking vaguely threatening. “He was making sure no one was picking on Tsukishima,” Hinata explains, looking utterly unbothered by this extremely exotic behaviour.

“How long has this been going on?” Nishinoya asks, still looking a little scandalized.

“Ehhh. I’m not sure. Hinata?” Yamaguchi sends a questioning look Hinata’s way.

“No clue!” Hinata chirps, and gets up to go get another juice from the vending machine.

“Seriously?” Tanaka’s voice is going a little shrill with the shock. “Yesterday they sounded like they were about to punch each other!”

“Yeah, they do that too sometimes,” Yamaguchi calmly says, to everyone’s shocked stares. He hurries to add, “Oh, they’re not really serious about the arguments anymore. It’s just how they do things. I think they have fun like that.”

There’s a moment of silence, and then Kinoshita voices what is going through everyone’s minds.

“They’re so weird.”

I love this on so many levels!

college-sized headcanons

puddingcatbae:

Karasuno Edition | Nekoma Edition | Seijoh Edition | Fukurodani Edition | Shiratorizawa Edition

suga wears glasses when his classes are in big lecture halls, and in his dorm when he’s doing his readings for the next class

don’t talk to daichi before he’s had his morning coffee

tanaka and noya are the type to skateboard to class

people learn to jump out of the way when they see them coming, because they will race each other and probably race the bicycles, too

everyone wants to dorm with asahi because he can cook

hinata gets lost on campus for the first two months

he still does sometimes, but some kind soul helped him download a map onto his phone

kageyama visits the same cafe every day to get his daily dairy

said cafe probably has a special booth just for him (in the back because he tends to scare the freshmen away with his scowl of concentration)

ennoshita is constantly dragging his friends into his next film projects

or he’ll drag them with him to film festivals

kinoshita often falls asleep in the library

as a result, narita ends up going the long way to check the libraries until he finds kinoshita and prods him awake

guys still try to hit on kiyoko, but her friend circle makes sure to always be on guard for each other

she shows up and becomes assistant to every self-defense class

yachi can often be seen lugging around canvases too big for her

hinata and kageyama still race each other to class

tsukishima is the type that always manages to get the best study spots, and refuses to move once he sits down with his laptop and headphones on

yamaguchi finds himself swarmed by his classmates for extra help

suga is very popular for goukons, but he refuses to go more often than not

daichi is voted best RA every year

asahi is known to offer to walk girls and freshmen home after dark (after layers of rumours about his scary appearance)

tanaka and noya are Responsible Frat Boys that make sure nobody is peer-pressuring at parties and that everyone gets home safely

they are also known to show up at events for the free food

kinoshita will show up to class in his pajamas

hinata sets off the fire alarm with his microwave more than once

yamaguchi signs up for ALL the puppy therapy sessions

after exams, tsukishima goes to his favourite cafe to treat himself to cake

no one sees suga during exam season

could you do the breakfast in bed for their partner with child(ren) with kageyama, tsukishima, and bokuto please? :) I l i v e f o r d o m e s t i c f l u f f

haikyuu-imagines-and-others:

I LOVED this prompt so much when I first posted it! Ah, memories lmao I’m so useless now! xD Ah well, I’ll try my hardest, sweetie! Domestic shit is what I LIVE for!!! Hopefully this will make up… partially… for what I’m about to do to Tobio in a different request…. – Admin Satori ❤

Oikawa/Kuroo/Akaashi Kageyama/Tsukishima/Bokuto

Kageyama Tobio

Hitomi (Blue eyes) – daughter (2)

It was the sound of pacing that woke you up from your deep sleep, your eyes struggling to open, weighing down from a head cold taking a toll on your body. You could barely move with how sick you were, so you were relying on your husband to take care of you, and your child. And you figured with all his pacing, he was trying to figure out his next steps. But the moment your eyes caught sight of who was doing the soft secondary pacing, you smiled fondly.

Kageyama was pacing the hallway outside the bedroom door, going this way and that as he tried to get everything in his arms to take back to you for your comfort and care. You could see in the dim light of the morning sun peaking through your blinds that his arms were filled with blankets and pillows. And of course, just the sight of that alone was enough to melt your heart, but what really did you in was the little shadow following his exact footsteps.

Your daughter, Hitomi, loved her daddy with all her little heart, and wanted to be exactly like him in everything he did. Her little legs struggled to make the long strides her father was making, but she managed to keep up with him quite well, always being right below his line of sight when he handed her something to carry. Right now, you could just barely see her messy black pigtails over the large pile of pillows in her arms.

Suddenly you sneezed, and Kageyama jumped almost 5 feet in the air in surprise. His deep blue eyes snapped to where you were leaning against your elbow on your bed, and before you could ward him away with the threat of catching your illness, he was right there next to you. His left hand took your free right hand in his and brought it to his lips, and you relished in the sight; he’d been so awkward when the two of you first started dating in high school, your remembered him barely being able to even walk properly if he tried talking to you at the same time. You closed your eyes for a few second, letting out a deep sigh, “What has you so worked up, Tobio? I told you it’s just a small cold… It’ll be gone in a few days.” You assured, pulling your hand from his and cupping his face, stroking your thumb over his cheekbone gently.

He leaned into your touch and closed his eyes, “I know… But… What if it doesn’t?” He asked, his eyebrows furrowing in worry, thinking back to before you graced his life, knowing he’d only lose track of himself like he did back then; focusing only on his condition for volleyball and not really taking care of himself outside of that. You’d shown him he could be someone other than his teams setter, he could be both himself and a key player without having to give one or the other up.

You shook your head, your eyes catching the movement of a shadow at the edge of the bed by Kageyama’s legs. “Tobio, it’s not that serious, sweetheart. I’ve gotten sick before… I was sick when I was pregnant…” You raised an eyebrow at him, “Maybe you’re going to be a father again?” Your suggestion made his eyes widen before looking down at your flat belly.

“S-seriously?” He asked, and you smiled at the quiet excitement in his voice; He’d fallen in love at the sight of your daughter, who he now pulled onto the bed to rest between the two of you. “D… Do you know for sure?” His voice was soft, and you looked over at your bag from the store, you’d gone to get some pregnancy tests just before the illness had incapacitated you, but you hadn’t had the strength to actually take them yet. His eyes followed your line of sight, and his body stiffened, “You were going to check… Why didn’t you tell me?” He turned his eyes back to you, and you shrugged, not really expecting it to be a big issue. You’d checked last time without him. But then, last time you’d found out he’d been away at a game overseas.

“I didn’t want to get you excited…. Just in case it really was just a bug and not something more…” You sighed, reaching up and rubbing your eyes before looking down at your daughter, who was turning her attention to whoever was talking in your conversation. “Hitomi would have to really get used to the idea of a little sibling… She’s crazy about you, Tobio.. I don’t think she’d much care for having to share you attention.” You mused quietly before looking back up at your husband.

Kageyama’s small frown didn’t go unnoticed by you, of course. You remembered how he’d wanted to be by your side throughout everything when it came to your pregnancy with Hitomi, and you knew this ‘maybe baby’ was no different. Kageyama took pride in being a father and husband more than he cared for his national career as Japan’s primary setter!

“Tobio,” His eyes met yours without any barriers, and you could tell he was disappointed you hadn’t come to him first about what you thought was happening, “I love you, Tobio… And I wouldn’t do anything to hurt your feelings… I, honestly, was going to tell you.” You assured quietly, your hand cupping his cheek once again, “Hitomi… Can you give daddy a big hug? Please?” You requested, and Hitomi almost immediately was up on her feet with her little arms wrapping around her father’s neck.

Hitomi only knew a few words, not too many to make much sense, but she was very aware of everyones emotions around her. She buried her little face in her fathers neck and babbled quietly, saying ‘dada’ and ‘papa’ over and over in some places. You knew she didn’t know why her daddy was feeling sad, but she truly believed she could make him feel better with her hugs. The innocence of a child was something that would never cease to amaze you and Kageyama.

Kageyama wrapped his arms around his daughter, pressing his lips to her little ear and smiling when she squealed and pushed away from him suddenly, “Uh-oh! Tickle monster!” You smiled as Hitomi’s blue eyes widened in faux fear and she bounced off the bed, her little legs taking her around the corner of the room and into hers in record time. But he didn’t run after her, knowing she’s get sidetracked by her toys in her playroom. You let out a sigh and laid back down on the bed, closing your eyes when your head hit the pillow; You knew his eyes were on you, and you opened your arms, smiling when you felt him lay his head on your shoulder, one arm wrapping around your middle while the other laid on your belly ever so gently. “…. If I am pregnant…. Do you want it to be a boy or a girl?” You asked curiously, burying your nose into his hair and pressing your lips against his forehead.

“I want it to be healthy…” Kageyama said truthfully, and you nudged him with a small laugh, he smiled as he stared down at his hand on your belly, “_____, I don’t really mind the gender of the baby… As long as they’re healthy.” Your fingers stroked through his hair and you could feel his breathing getting deeper and deeper.

“I think I want a boy… A little clone of you.”

Kageyama was up suddenly, and you stared at him in surprise, not being able to ask him what was wrong before he was out of the room. You sat up, hearing for his movements before letting out a small laugh when you heard Hitomi’s squeal of surprise, then he was back in the room, getting comfortable in your arms again with Hitomi resting between your bodies. You smiled and turned your body to be able to face your beautiful family. Hitomi giggled and reached up, laying her hand on her fathers face and squishing his cheeks, her giggling rising in frequency as your husband made faces while she pushed and squished his cheek. You don’t remember when you fell asleep, again, but you knew the sickness was only starting if you truly were pregnant again. But oh…. How worth it it was when you held that little bundle in your arms for the first time.

Tsukishima Kei

Satoshi (Wise) – son (7)

Hikaru (Radiance) – son (5)

Being the only female in the Tsukishima household gave you some priority. Waking up, alone, but with your breakfast already made and placed beside you, was one of them. You blinked a few times, the smell of the freshly made chocolate waffles with fresh strawberries prompting your stomach to cramp in hunger. But so early in the morning, you didn’t want to do anything but sleep in. You carefully placed the tray on the side table beside the bed before curling up in your blankets and falling back asleep.

“Daddy… Mama didn’t eat her waffles.”

“Shhhh, Hikaru, let mommy sleep.”

A large hand stroked your hair out of your face, but the familiarity of it made you smile softly, feeling the bed dip twice before you felt a small body lay against you, their little head pressed against your chest and hearing how your heart slowly beat a little faster as you came back into the conscious world.

“Good Morning, beautiful.” Your husband whispered, and you gave him a sleepy smile, seeing how he just barely sat on the edge of the bed, his hand still cupping your face ever so softly. If there was one thing Tsukishima loved, it was watching you sleep. As embarrassing as it was, he claimed you never looked more peaceful than when you slept, and just the sight would make him forget whatever argument had taken place that previous day or whenever.

You hummed, “The world must be ending for you to be calling me beautiful so early in the morning.” You teased quietly, turning your head and kissing his palm softly before looking down at who occupied your chest, seeing your youngest son smiling up at you, blinding you with how completely radiant his smile was. “Oh my goodness, who let this ball of sunshine in the room?” You smiled back down at your baby, running your fingers through his short blond hair and letting out a small laugh when his cheeks were tinted with a soft pink.

“Good morning, mama!” Hikaru greeted happily, scurrying up from his place against your chest so he could wrap his arms around your neck, pressing his lips to the tip of your nose.

Tsukishima turned and sat next to you on the bed, letting his hand stroke through your hair slowly, knowing it took a while for you to actually wake up in the mornings. He’d been the one to actually do the cooking this morning, but it’d been the idea of your two sons to make it for you. And while he’d tried his best to keep the kitchen clean, having two sons made it practically impossible. “You feeling okay enough to eat?” Tsukishima asked calmly, pulling the tray from the side table to rest on his lap, “Because if not, I think I’ll just have to share it with Satoshi.” He smirked.

“But daddy! That’s for mommy!” Satoshi piped up from the doorway, and you saw he’d gone to clean his glasses from whatever mess awaited you in the kitchen. “I can’t eat what we made for her, that’s mean.” He whined as he climbed on the bed with the rest of his family, kneeling at the foot of your bed, not being able to really see much without his glasses on.

You looked up at your husband with a teasing smile, “Yeah, daddy, that’s for me!” You stuck your tongue out at him, laughing softly when he gave you a warning deadpan stare, remembering the last time you’d called him daddy you’d ended up getting pregnant with Hikaru. Slowly, you sat up, still holding Hikaru in your arms, nuzzling your nose into his little cheek and smiling when he giggled and nuzzled his own nose against yours. “Come here, Satoshi, come give mama some cuddles.” You pouted, reaching out an arm for your eldest to come closer.

Satoshi took a lot after his father. Blind as a bat and not very outwardly affectionate. There were few days after he’d become self aware that he’d voluntarily would cuddle with you or let you coddle him. There were points in time where he’d feel vulnerable and would need your comforting hand or your words of kindness, but very rarely would he actually reciprocate any sort of cuddling motions. But being half you, he had a lot of softness to his heart. He loved everyone as deeply as his little body would let him, it’s just his father’s hard outer shell made it hard for him to express it properly. Like now.

He pursed his lips and looked down at his glasses, making sure they were completely clean before putting them back on, pushing them up the bridge of his nose so his eyelashes were practically curling against the glass. His golden eyes glanced at his father, seeing how close his dad was to actually digging into the food, before he looked over at you, “But mommy, the food? Daddys gonna eat it all, and then you won’t have any left over.” He pointed out, trying to change the subject.

For now, you played his game. Leaning over, you laid your head on your husband bicep, “Hey… uh…. You’re not… thinking about…. Eating that…. Are you?” You asked cryptically, not being able to conceal your quiet giggles when you felt him tense at your slightly threatening tone, “Because… I don’t think those were meant for you….” You reaching over and took a strawberry from the top of the waffle stack, popping it into your mouth and winking at your husband when his eyes snapped to watch where the strawberry was being hauled off to. “I’m sure there’s something else I can give in exchange for the food though, Kei.” You smiled knowingly, sitting back up and patting your youngest son on the back softly, feeling him start to fall asleep from just being in your arms. Your little radiance easily tired himself out from the mornings happenings.

“Who’s to say I’ll agree to the exchange?” Tsukishima asked curiously, raising an eyebrow over at you when your eyes widened at his response, “What if I want the waffles more?” He pondered to himself, puling a small piece from the stack before popping it into his mouth quickly.

You snorted and rolled your eyes, “Liar.” You called easily, laughing when he let out a small huff at his bluff being founded so quickly. “Satoshi? Do you want some food? We can all share it!” You smiled over at your eldest, seeing his eyes squint at your suspiciously before he slowly crawled over to sit between you and your husband. While he was focused on pulling a piece free from the waffles, Tsukishima helping him make sure he didn’t make a complete mess of the meal, you leaned down and pressed a kiss to Satoshi’s temple.

He whined and looked up at you with puffed cheeks, crossing his arms after putting the waffle in his mouth, “Mommy! Why?” He let out a long sigh, and you couldn’t help but laugh at his perturbed face; almost an exact replica of his fathers. You smiled and wrapped your free arm around him, pulling him to your chest and nuzzling your nose against his head, “Nooooo, whyyyyy, Daddy! Help me!” He reached out to his father, but Tsukishima only smirked and waved ‘goodbye’ to his son.

“Ah, don’t act, my little Toshi, you know you love mommy!” You cooed, pressing a kiss to his forehead before just holding him in your arm, your other arm holding your sleeping son. You felt a chill go down your back as you realized Hikaru was actually drooling all over your collarbone as he snoozed. “Ah, Kei!” You whined, looking at your husband, who only smirked and waved you off, “Come on, he’s drooling all over me.” You pleaded, quiet laughter bubbling in your voice at how ridiculous this was getting.

“Sounds like a you problem.” Tsukishima teased, but his hands made quick work to put the tray off on the side table once more before he was pulling Hikaru out of your arms and into his, “Ah! No, wait! Regret. Why.” His voice was barely above a whisper, not wanting to wake up his son, but you couldn’t stop from laughing at his disgusted face, “How can something so small produce so much drool?”

“I don’t know, sounds like a you problem.” You shot back easily, wrapping both arms around your eldest son, feeling your heart warm when he relaxed in your arms and let you dote on him. “I think he’s dreaming of the waffles.” You mused, snorting when your husband gave you a sour look, “Let’s just hope he doesn’t dream about being potty trained all over again.” You teased, hiding your smile in your eldest sons hair when Tsukishima gave you a concerned look.

“That does sound like a you problem, daddy.” Satoshi smirked up at his dad, and Tsukishima’s eyes widened; It was like looking in a goddamn mirror.

Bokuto Koutarou

Koichi (Light/Shining First (child)) – son (7)

Shoji (Soaring Second (child)) – son (6)

Hideki (Splendid Opportunity) – son (4)

Tetsuo (Wise Hero) – son (3)

Aiko (Little love) – daughter (1)

Waking up in the Bokuto household was always a gamble. There were a number of things that could be wrong with how bountiful your family had grown, four sons and a single daughter… The messes were bound to be plentiful. Everyday was different from the other. Every day held a new adventure for you, for your children, for your husband.

But for now, opening your eyes to your year old daughter sitting in front of your face, her little hands pressing into your cheek and patting your forehead with the lightest of taps. You exhaled with a small smile on your lips, “Ah, Aiko… You escaped your crib once more.” You mused, reaching up and stroking her black hair out of her face, hearing her babbling away quietly as a way of responding to you. Turning to lay on your back, you pulled her to lay on your chest, her little head resting on your collarbone, chewing on her hand around her babbling. “The day has started…” You closed your eyes for just a second before they snapped open at the sound of your bedroom door slamming open.

“MOOOOOM! Hideki put baby powder in his hair!” Koichi, your eldest son, called, holding his little brother on his hip as best he could while walking into the bedroom, setting the younger boy on your bed. It was true, your second youngest son’s hair was covered in the baby powder, down to his very roots. Though he hadn’t been very precise in his aim, and a good amount had landed all over his face and shoulders.

You sat up, crossing your legs and setting Aiko in the space between your legs, reaching out and running your fingers through Hideki’s hair, “What in the world were you doing with the baby powder, Deki?” You asked with a fond smile, pulling your hand back to see it completely saturated in the powder.

“I wanna be like daddy!” He hollered, having absolutely no volume control. He thew his hands up in the air and cheered, “Daddy, daddy, daddy!!”, his wide golden eyes sparkling at the mere idea of becoming like his father.

“Like… daddy?” Your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to figure out what he was trying to say. “Oh!” You couldn’t help but laugh, realizing the baby powder gave his hair the black and white pattern that your husband had sported ever since he learned how to dye his own hair. “Koutarou!” You called, knowing your husband could hear you wherever he was throughout the house.

Koichi stood in the middle of the room, his arms crossed as he gave his little brother the stink eye, but you knew his inner monologue was somewhere along the lines of ‘why didn’t I think of that???’. “I’m going to go clean up the mess he made.” He huffed, not liking that his chores had been added to just because the four year old wanted to copy their dad. He stomped off into the room where the crime had happened. “MOM!!” Came his voice not too long after he’d left, “Tetsuo got into it too!”

“You rang, Mrs. Bokuto?” Came your husbands cheerful voice as he walked into the room, having grabbed Tetsuo and your second son Shoji before they could make a mess of the whole house. He was covered in baby powder as well, and Shoji whined in his fathers arms when Tetsuo reached over with his powder covered hands and squeezed his older brothers face.

You raised an eyebrow at your husband, your eyes going from your powdered covered sons, to his black and white hair, then meeting his large golden eyes, “You’ve created a disturbance in this household.” You teased, picking up Aiko in your arms when you saw Bokuto’s arms move to toss the two in his arms onto the bed. “Koutarou! Why? Now there’s powder everywhere!” You whined, holding your daughter close to you so none of the white mess got on her. Shoji bounced once before scurrying away, dodging his father’s arms and ducking between his legs to go get his older brother. You could hear him laughing as he ambushed his older brother, then Koichi’s responding yell of distaste. “We’ve lost another one, Aiko.” You sighed, and Bokuto laughed at your dramatization of the small issue.

Tetsuo, your youngest son, bounced twice before he just laid there, staring up at the ceiling, for a few seconds. You figured he was trying to figure out how he’d ended up on the bed, but then he was up and jumping on the same bed within seconds, Hideki copying his movements and jumping up and down with his younger brother. Little Aiko saw the fun her older brothers were having and struggling in your arms, whining and babbling, pointing at her brothers and looking back at you with determination in her gold eyes.

“Noooooo, not you, too, Aiko! Traitor!” You pretended to cry out as the little baby broke free from your hold, wobbling on her legs on the bed before Hideki helped her stand up straight, holding her hand as they jumped together on your bed. You crossed your arms and raised your eyebrows at your husband, “Kou… Your children are far too rambunctious.” You huffed, watching as he took his space next to you on the bed, forcing yourself not to lean into his embrace as he pulled you into his arms, “No more. No more babies.” You sent him a playful glare, “They only make messes and eat all my food.”

Bokuto nodded thoughtfully, but the glint in his eyes made you struggle not to laugh, “MY children came from YOUR womb… soooo I think that makes them your kids, too.” He pondered, then pouted, “Whaaaat? You don’t want any more babies? Come on, ______. I can make it worth your while.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your ear, making your face feel like it’d been set on fire. “It’s fun making babies with you… Don’t you want another little bundle of joy?”

Biting your bottom lip, your forced out the memories of conceiving each of your children, trying not to let your memories show on your face as you whined and pushed against his chest, giggling when he nuzzled his nose against your neck, “Koutarou!” You laughed, “Those bundles of joy grow up into these little beasts!” You waved your hand to show your three youngest still jumping on the bed, your ears picking up on the sound of your two oldest running around the house; No doubt Koichi running away from Shoji as the latter tried to douse him in whatever was left of the baby powder. You looked up to see Bokuto looking at your children with only the sort of pride a father could feel. Yes, it was a messy house with messy children. Yes, there were days you wanted to pull your hair out and yell at all the boys in the house for being so psychotic. And of course, there were days you reminisced on sleepless nights with your husband before your children… But looking at your children jumping on the bed, hearing your other two running throughout the house, feeling your husbands supporting arms and hearing his heart beating in sync with yours, with your children. “Alright…” You smiled up at your husband, reaching up and stroking his cheek, internally laughing when you noticed some baby powder get smeared on his cheek and jaw, “Let’s have another.”

These are so cute!! I can totally see Bokuto having a brood of children!

Can I have no. 7 for Tsukishima? ty❤

After further consideration, one character is fine for these requests. Apologies, sometimes admins have their brains too full to still function properly. You’re a doll and thank you for asking for this salty boy!

Tsukishima Kei – Imagine Prompt #7 – Exercise

Having a high metabolism, Tsukishima never needed to
exercise frequently and until joining Karasuno’s volleyball team didn’t really
bother with it. He barely bothered with it even then, saving his energy for
when he was forced to run, practice
or do punishments for losing practice matches. It isn’t until after his
confrontation with Yamaguchi and starting to practice on his own that he
realizes he needs to up his personal routine. Now he looks up specialized
exercises for his fingers, hands, ankles and feet. Occasionally he adds in
weight training for general strength improvement, but narrows his focus and
efforts to enhancing the portions of his body most used during his role as
middle blocker.