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kento’s freshly clean linen trousers were rolled up to his calves, just enough for the warm waves to not soak them. he had his feet buried under the crystalline water which opened under him, the morning rays of sunshine reflecting on it.
the beach was quiet at that time in the morning, saving for the gentle sound of waves hitting the sand or the few tropical birds chirping between the palm trees. life was slow, just like any other day.
nanami was bent over with his right hand underneath the water’s surface, the other clutching some colorful seashells against his white tank top. his fingers fumbled between the white grains of sand in search of more of them.
you had complained a few days ago how your bracelet had gotten ruined because of the water’s salt, so he wanted to make you one who would last. before you could wake up, preferably.
just as intended, you stepped out the open front door of your wooden house and yawned gently.
it was probably late in the morning, not the usual hour another woman like you would wake up. no work, no runs to catch the earliest train, no sounds of cars stuck in traffic, no people’s voices echoing in your head all day.
just quiet.
just a secluded beach, the waves, the sun and your husband.
you immediately spotted him not so far from the seashore, bent down with his hand in the water. the sunlight hit his blonde hair, making them shine from the distance.
a soft smile curved on your lips at the sight.
as you were watching him, he suddenly raised his head and noticed your presence. you were standing on the wooden porch, your head leaned against the column just before the stairs which led to the sand. you were only wearing your white cover-up which only reached the middle of your thighs, your hair still ruffled from sleep and your eyes barely opened.
he couldn’t see you perfectly from there, but he could already tell you looked mesmerizing. just like any other day.
“good morning” he said, loud enough for his voice to reach you. you responded with a lazy wave while the soft wind blew your hair on the side.
kento leaned down again, diving his hand back into the water. as soon as he felt another shell, he took it out.
oh, finally.
he had been searching for a pink seashell all morning, growing more frustrated with every white one he picked. he thought it would have been impossible, but somehow, fortune seemed to be on his side that day.
smiling softly, he walked out of the water.
“how did you sleep?” he asked, as he came closer. you, who hadn’t moved from your previous position, looked at him and widened your smile “good”
he walked up the steps, just enough to reach for your forehead and move a few strands of hair from it. leaning closer, he placed his lips against your skin in a gentle kiss.
“have you had breakfast?” you asked, voice low and almost inaudible. “no, not yet” he responded, planting another kiss on your cheekbone.
“we still have some biscuits left in the pantry” you rubbed your eye.
“sounds good”
for a few seconds it was only you, him and the sound of the waves.
“look what i found” he reached for his pocket and took out the pink seashell. it was surprisingly big compared to the other ones, so he probably wouldn’t have used it for the bracelet.
it didn’t matter, it was special anyway.
he placed the shell on the curve of your belly, and your hand instinctively moved to hold it gently.
you had just reached the fourth month of your pregnancy and after discovering that you were having a little girl, your life had become even better. kento was probably even happier than you; he had been fantasizing about this new chapter of his life the moment he found out you were pregnant.
“she could use this as a toy, or paint on it” he continued, his other hand coming to touch your swollen belly “i just need to clean it first”
you looked at him, noticing how his pupils had dilated slightly. the gentle wind was blowing his middle part while his gaze lifted too and locked into yours.
in that moment, you were nothing but beautiful into his eyes.
“i love you” your sweet voice echoed in his head, making his heart beat a little bit faster despite being used to hearing it every day.
this was the life he was promised.
this was the life he had once hoped might be his.
“nanamin!”
yuji’s voice echoed between the walls of shibuya station. he looked terrified, but kento couldn’t really see him from there.
nor did he have the energy to.
he had run away after managing to fight that one grade curse. it was pointless, though, he had failed to save you.
you weren’t strong enough to fight it too, and just before kento had knew it, your head had gotten slashed in half by the curse.
he heard you screaming his name before that could happen, he saw the tears spilling down your cheeks. he watched it roll down, he watched your ragdoll body fall limp on the ground. he watched his whole life crumble down in tiny pieces in front of him.
he hadn’t been able to do anything in that moment, he just stared with wide eyes until the silence became suffocating. he had failed to protect your innocence from this fucked-up world.
and now there he was, standing in front of one of his students, about to get killed by mahito.
he felt weak, ashamed of himself.
“itadori,” he breathed, his muscles finally loosening after hours of fighting “you take it from here”
with that, his vision went blank.
and for a split moment, he heard your laughter again.
a/n: lets ignore the fact that i haven’t been posting since march okayy??
don’t read this post if beautiful boy by john lennon isn’t blasting in your ears
just bought my first angel kiss bag by myself
kinda nervous
i can’t wait to graduate from uni, unfollow everyone, move far far far away in another country, work into fashion, post swaggy dumps on instagram, have no kids and get rich
rewatching skins also means realizing i had no business starting this show at 14
(18+) you make up an argument with your boyfriend, tsukishima kei
arguments with kei were usually quiet.
there weren’t loud voices, insults, smashed pieces on the ground, neighbors eavesdropping from the balcony. just small bickering, deep sighs, disappointed looks and then silence.
the house would fall into an unusual quietness, no voices or laughters echoing through the walls. you still slept in the same bed, ate together or talked to each other, but the conversations were cold as if your minds still dragged the said words with them. you’d eventually make up later on.
they say a couple isn’t really that stable without some argue sometimes
but what happens when the fight gets too intense?
“i don’t understand why are you angry now,” he had told you. he was standing in front of you in the middle of the kitchen, frowning.
you pinched the bridge of your nose, trying really hard to not burst out on his face. “don’t you notice it, kei? you never help around the house” your voice was scarily low, hiding the frustration in your body.
“you’re overreacting, that’s not real”
that was your last straw.
“me? overreacting?” you had stepped closer, finger pointing at your chest “i come home from work late night and the dirty dishes are still in the sink, there’s dust all over the floor, your clothes are thrown on the bed…the whole house is a mess, and you don’t seem to give a shit!”
he was taken aback by your raising voice, hand lifting and resting gently on your shoulder “y/n—“
“don’t touch me,” you snapped back, shrugging his hand off “you’re just lazy and don’t care, admit it!”
he opened his mouth, but nothing came out. “you’re a grown man, you don’t need a woman taking care of you everyday” you continued, tears forming in your eyes
“did you put a ring on my finger just to treat me as your slave?”
all of a sudden you felt the stress from work pressuring on you, making you burst into crying and rushing to your shared bedroom, slamming the door shut.
kei as never seen you so angry, and he felt that sense of guilt he wasn’t used to.
that night he didn’t sleep on the couch, he ratherly chose to walk in the bedroom and lay on the bed, even though you were distant, back facing him, and probably still furious.
did he expect to be having sex with you 30 minutes later?
he just remembers how you’d turned to him and kissed him hungrily, surprising him while he was mindlessly staring at the ceiling
now you’re beneath him, legs wrapped around his hips while they’re moving fast against yours. you tighten the grip into his hair just slightly, your voice coming out breathlessly “you can be—nghh—such an asshole sometimes, you know that?”
he tries, really tries to focus on what you’re telling him, but the way your pussy is taking him so good is making him loose his mind “i know—fuck—i know. i’m sorry”
your heart is racing, you can already feel the coil on your lower belly forming “i just feel like you don’t care about me, and us…” you add, eyes locked into his. too many emotions passing through each other, a tear rushes down your cheek while kei hits your g-spot, making you moan.
realization of your words hits him and he frowns. “don’t say that, y/n. i’ll try to be more responsible, i promise” he lets out a gasp when he feels you clench “fuck, i promise”
your hands slip on his neck, pulling him down in a hungry and desperate kiss. you both reach your climax, whimpering and moaning in each other's mouths.
his body falls limp on yours, his ragged breath against your ear. you stay like that for a couple of minutes, his cock still inside you, sheets damp underneath you.
“i love you” you then hear him whisper, not very usual of him.
“i love you too, kei”
a/n: i wrote this shit while listening to grimes and wisp and genuinely cringed too much bc i’m not used to write smut.
if this is gonna flop imma probably delete my tumblr account
i love having a secret tumblr account no one knows about. makes me feel mysterious and very cool
you are meeting me in a really suicidal time of my life
𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 jjk men headcanons
how they are when playing minecraft with you.
(ft. toji f., nanami k., gojo s., geto s., yuji i., megumi f.)
toji fushiguro
you waste 15 minutes teaching him how to run, walk, jump, hit blocks, place them, because he forgets it every single time.
begs you to only play creative mode because he’s not patient enough to start a survival world from zero.
as soon as he discovers tnt it’s over. he places it everywhere and manages to make the tv lag when it explodes.
does that thing with the sheep, the piston and the end rod (i hope you get it😭) and giggles like an old man for minutes.
when you play survival mode, if it gets dark and mobs spawn he tries to kill all of them, failing (he dies everytime)
if you’re trying to build a house he would ragebait you and break all the blocks when you’re not looking.
he stresses you a lot and kinda gets hard everytime you scold him and get mad.
nanami
he looks like an old man who tries to use a phone for the first time.
it’s probably the first time he holds a controller in his entire life. even if you try to teach him multiple times, it takes him over 30 minutes to learn basic commands like running or jumping.
when he first sees mobs he asks you to put pacific mode on cause he lowkey gets scared.
you let him build the house while you explore, but he has no sense of design so he ends up building a 5x5 square wood house with a flat roof and no windows. and he’s very proud of it.
after you play the game a couple of more times he gets used to it. builds a better house, stables for animals, grows grain…but he HATES going mining so he lets you do it.
he takes the game so seriously he watches tutorial videos on youtube and sends them to you.
geto
he does NOT play when it comes to minecraft.
this man looks like he’s been playing this game since it came out.
has a good knowledge of the game, already knows the basics and all the tricks.
he refuses to play anything other than survival mode.
you let him build the starter house. you’d aspect something simple but he literally builds a double-floor wooden house with stairs and roof made out of rock, like those you find in tutorials videos on youtube.
he wants everything to be organized, builds a storage room and gets mad when you put something in the wrong chest.
the only time he went mining he came back in less than 10 minutes with entire stacks or coal, iron, gold, redstone and like 30 diamonds.
he’s that type of person who speedruns. he would literally be in the nether fighting blazers while you’re still trying to get enough food to survive. and despite being very adventurous he never dies.
gojo
he’s just there for fun, does not take the game seriously.
he prefers playing creative mode because he likes to build pink houses and place random mobs around, but he doesn’t mind playing survival mode.
he doesn’t know that mobs can kill. he finds them cute at first but immediately runs away screaming when they hit him
he asks you to put pacific mode after that
he just overstimulates you a lot: he goes exploring far away from you and gets lost so it takes him a good half an hour to get back to you.
dies very often for stupid reasons: fall damage because he jumps off mountains, drowning because does not know how to get back up when he goes underwater, or maybe he dies into lava if he goes mining.
immediately screams if he sees a cat, a dog, a rabbit or a bee because he thinks they’re very cute
doesn’t help you build the house or other things because he’s very lazy, but walks around grabbing flowers and taking them to you.
asks you to play every single night only because you’re there with him.
yuij
it was a bit difficult to teach him the basics at first, he kept pushing the wrong buttons.
he’s the same as gojo, he just fucks around
BUT he also actually tries
he’d ask you a lot of questions like “where can i find wood?” “how can i build things?” “how can i cook food?” “do we need to sleep?” and even though they’re very simple you find it very cute.
he helps you build the house, grow grain, hunt for food, go mining but you do not trust him enough to leave him alone so you always make sure he’s right beside you all the time.
he once disappeared and came back with two wolfs, you don’t even know how he’d managed to make them friendly
he treats them as if they’re his kids, has named them and even painted their collars with different colors.
he makes sure they won’t die, but one time one of them got killed by a zombie and his whole world fell apart. he immediately killed all the mobs within a 10 meter radius for revenge
made a little grave in front of your house and still mourns him to this days
megumi
he hasn’t still learned the basics, even though you repeated them to him a million times.
gets very confused when he sees that everything is square-shaped, it gives him a headache.
he doesn’t enjoy the game, but won’t tell you because he loves seeing you so excited while playing.
literally stays beside you all the time
you’re mining? he’s behind you. you’re cutting down trees? he’s helping you. you’re exploring a village? he follows you.
he refuses to stay alone, gets very stressed when he gets lost and can’t find you because he genuinely doesn’t know what to do.
but despite all that he’s surprisingly good at fighting. he’d kill every mob very easily to protect you while you’re mining for iron.
he once saw a white rabbit and followed it for minutes because it reminded him of his shikigami
a/n: these are my very first headcanons so pls don’t get mad at me if they suck😭
i just wanted to write about minecraft because i’m currently in my 2 weeks phase. also i tried to make cupcakes today and they didn’t even cook bro i’m so bad at cooking it’s embarrassing
Tomorrow.
oh. my. fucking. god.
is it socially acceptable to be a really tall girl and not to be skinny like bella hadid
can’t wait to get my degree so i can finally leave this fucking country and start a complete different life somewhere else
˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ you surprise nanami kento with a new lingerie set
nanami kento was known for his composed façade, he rarely let emotions take over and affect him. but when it came to you? oh, trust me, this man was whipped.
his heartbeat would fasten up whenever he’d hear you laughing, that contagious laugh that still manages to make him melt after years. he loves holding hands, cuddling, hugging…just any type of physical touch he can share with you.
when it came to sex, nanami worshiped you and your body as if you were made with gold. he loved the fact that you could feel pleasure because of him. and he would never admit it, but he loved when you teased him.
just like today. he had to stay longer at work due to some extra paperwork, causing you to have too much free time to set up a so-called prank on him.
you happened to have bought that lingerie set you’d been eyeing way too much from the shop window lately, so wasn’t that a good opportunity to welcome kento home while wearing it?
you dressed up, fixed your hair and put on some makeup to look extra chic. taking a seat on the couch, you waited patiently for your husband’s return.
kento came home later that he’d expected, stressed, tired, and already had enough of meetings and printed documents despite it being only monday.
the door locked shut behind him, his suitcase hitting the floor and his jacket being thrown messily on the coat hanger. he let out a deep sigh, only to be met up with a cold, silent house.
you were probably already asleep, and that would be reasonable since it was currently 10:27pm…but then,
“welcome home kento”
his eyes widened when he raised his gaze. you were leaning on the hallway wall, wearing that lingerie, and he could already feel the heat rushing up his neck. the set was pink and floral, cute but yet so provocative. you were looking at him with your big doe eyes that faked innocence, smiling softly.
he seemed to have frozen, so you walked over and smoothed his tie while talking calmly “i can tell work has stressed you out too much today…”
your hands were now shifting to his cheeks, the touch softer than a feather “you look pale, kento, did you eat enough for lunch?”
he hated how much of a tease you could be sometimes…and how much he enjoyed it.
you turned him in one swift motion, gently pushing him towards the sofa, still not shutting up “you overwork yourself too much kenny”. god, that nickname.
you walked him backwards until the back of his knees hit the edge of the couch, body instinctively plopping down. his eyes followed your movements, how you pressed a kiss on his cheekbone before getting on your knees between his thighs.
your eyes were locked into his as you fumbled with his belt “i figured out all you needed for was to relax for a couple of minutes…”
you unlocked his belt.
“would you let me, kenny?”
nanami kento knew he was the luckiest man alive.
a/n: i need this man rn im not even joking
“one day you’ll get married and have kids-“ i literally cannot see myself still alive ten years from now stfu
𑣲 toji discovers old photos of you
“mommy, what are these?” 6yo megumi asks from the kitchen threshold, holding some old photos in one hand.
you close the water tap, turning to your son. “oh, those? they’re old photographs of mommy”
he lowers his gaze on them, analyzing them with a frown on his face. you step closer, crouching in front of him and taking the photos in hand. “they had been taken during my childhood, i was little just like you” you say, index poking his tiny nose.
that’s how you ended up here, sitting with your son on the couch, a big photobook opened on your lap. it was a book your parents had made full of pictures from when you were born since your 18th birthday, a real time capsule.
megumi was silent beside you, looking attentively at how young his mommy was back in the years.
“this is me on the first ever day of elementary school” you say, pointing at a photo of you holding a barbie backpack and wearing a pink bow in her hair.
you then turn the page, megumi still silently watching. “i was eleven here, at the mountains on holiday” a girl with braids and a cap was looking at him through the book, smiling widely and showing her braces while a beautiful landscape was standing behind her.
you were reaching the last pages. “seventeen here. this was taken on my graduation day” you say softly, staring a bit too long at the picture, reminiscing the memories.
“five years later i would have met your dad” you add, a smile adorning your lips.
toji, who happened to pass by the living room at that specific moment, stopped at the sound of his name. walking in, he jumps on the couch beside you.
“whatcha lookin’ at?” he asks, eyes immediately lowering on the book. at the sight of the pictures, his back straightens and his eyes widen like he had just witnessed you wearing a new lingerie set.
“this is young mommy” megumi finally says, pointing at a picture of 18yo old you, crouched down, petting a cat, sunlight casting your hair.
toji’s mouth falls out open, he can’t believe he missed these photos of you for so many years. megumi’s head snaps up at you, tiny finger pointing at the picture “you look like cousin maki here!”
“baby that’s not possible, we’re not related”
“that doesn’t matter! you two have the same face!”
toji just stares at the book, way too silent for your own liking. while megumi is still talking, he finally speaks up.
“did you have a boyfriend here?” his voice is low but firm. you frown, eyebrow raising.
“why? are you jealous?” you say with a chuckle.
he grabs the book, placing it onto his lap with a firm pull. “no, just wanted to make sure you hadn't wasted this beauty with someone” he says with a smirk, scanning the photos carefully.
before you even get the chance to respond, megumi leans forward and tries to take the photobook back. “give it back!” he says loudly to his dad, but earning a big hand covering his face and pushing him instead.
“step back kiddo” toji says, eyes still locked on the pictures, not caring about his son gripping his wrist.
“ya looked so hot here, ma’ “ he says, referring to a photo of you in a blue swimsuit. “you’re saying i’m not anymore?” you joke, smirking.
he shakes his head, still ignoring megumi’s punches on his hand and muffled words, gaze eventually drifting to your tits for a second “absolutely not, still the hottest woman out there”
“but…i’m takin’ these with me” he stands up, finally freeing megumi’s face. he gives you one last look before walking out the living room, and you can’t help but notice the bulge in his pants.
and you knew you would never get that book back again.
a/n: first time writing for toji kinda nervous…
𓂃۶ৎ no one has ever prepared kei for this new step of parenting, when his little girl would learn how to say her first words.
you’d been trying to teach aiko for many months now, even though she was still too young to speak. he would always catch you hold her and get her to say ‘mama’: at any time of the day you were with her, smiling and encouraging her, breaking the word into syllables.
you never seemed to gave up and after months, she finally said it. you were having dinner, feeding her, when she mouthed ‘mama’ and smiled proudly. you froze for a couple of seconds, then jumped on her in excitement and squeezed her tiny body.
and kei? he was happy too of course. but what about ‘dada’?
that’s when he got in competition with you, wanting to show that he was able to teach her faster than you. there were days were he would repeat ‘dada’ for hundreds of times until aiko would get a headache herself. today was one of those days.
“say ‘da-da’”
“…”
“come on sweetheart, i know you can say it…’da-da’”
she stared at him, giggling with her puffy cheeks as if she was making fun of him.
“mama”
kei took a deep sigh, the ninth one now. nothing was coming out of her little mouth except for your name. aiko kept playing with her plastic blocks, acting like her dad wasn’t sitting next to her defeatedly.
“it is really that hard?…” he murmured, but aiko ignored him.
“it’s always ‘mama’, and not ‘dada’”
at his words she stopped and stared at him, expression so focused it seemed like her tiny neurons were finally forming a thought. then, unexpectedly,
“daaa-da…dada”
his heart skipped a beat, back straightening immediately and eyes opening wide.
“god…say it again sweetie”
she seemed confused at his sudden change in expression.
“come on, you’ve just said it. ‘dada’, i heard you…”
she recognized the words, her toothless mouth turning into a big smile.
“‘mama’”
“goddamn it…” he closed his eyes, back of the head hitting the couch as he let out yet another sigh in resignation.
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a/n: i literally wrote this in less than 30 minutes i just love writing about kei and his little aiko😛
₊˚⊹ ᰔ—🧸 your daughter wants to use her makeup on her dad, tsukishima kei.
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“daddy, can i try my makeup on you?”
“no”
“pleaaase”
“absolutely not”
you see, your daughter has always been a little creative girl. you noticed it by the drawings she kept under her desk when she was 4, by how she’d do her doll’s hair at 6, or by when she’d always ask to paint your nails with her pink nail polish at 7. and now, being a grown 9 years old girl, she discovered a new interest: makeup
that year she had asked santa for a toy makeup set, practicing on herself and even on you sometimes. kei was the last cavy left.
you were sitting on the couch, watching a movie with your husband when aiko, your daughter, walked in and sat next to kei, a wide grin on her face. she seemed excited to ask him the question, but as soon as he didn’t accept her expression turned completely.
“why?” she whined, brows furrowed, pure disappointment readable on her face as she held his armpit tightly.
“because i said so, sweetie. you’re not putting makeup on my skin” he repeated firmly.
you stepped in, patting his shoulder “come on kei, she just wants to have some fun with you…”. you looked at him with your big doe eyes, the ones he had always found hard to resist.
his gaze switched repeatedly between you and aiko, who was still pleasing him in every way possible. then, he let out a deep sigh.
“fine”
aiko jumped from the couch, smiling widely at his words and immediately rushing to her bedroom. she came back in less than one minute with a purple bag and a hand mirror. she settled on his lap, opening the bag and uncovering her makeup tools, making her dad already regret his decision.
after setting up everything, she put a hairband on him and patted his cheeks. “you’re ready to start” she said, voice highly pitched in excitement.
she moved slowly, gently applying some concealer and spreading it on his skin with her finger. then, she grabbed her eyeshadow palette and opened, looking at the colors.
“you should use the pink one” you said, noticing her hesitation.
“absolutely n—“
“yes! pink it’s my favorite color!”
kei sighed again, but he was quickly interrupted by a small brush on his eyelids. he stayed still while aiko was moving with so much precision.
she continued and applied a bright red blush on his cheeks, before moving on and grabbing a pink lipstick.
with a few strokes, she leaned back and gave his face a full check. “you’re done!” she exclaimed happily, proud of her work (even though it didn’t look as good as she thought…)
you were still sitting beside them, snickering at how ridiculous yet cute your husband looked. kei, in the other hand, was trying to stay composed in front of his daughter despite his embarrassment.
“mommy! i forgot the mascara!” aiko suddenly said.
“i can do that for you sweetheart” you replied, grabbing it and leaning closer to kei’s face. while you brushed his lashes, his eyes were locked on yours. “stop laughing” he whispered, teeth gritted in annoyance
“i’m not laughing…” you lied, grinning “plus, you look like the prettiest woman i’ve ever seen”
“shut up…” he whispered again, pinching the bridge of his nose and closing his eyes. but as soon as he was about to open them, snap.
his soul faded away as he noticed your phone was pointed to his face, soft giggles escaping your mouth.
“i wonder how your teammates will react to this pic”
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a/n: ok so i make my appearance after almost two weeks by posting this shit. i’ve been feeling really stressed lately and didn’t come up with brilliant ideas.
i’m deeply convinced that we, as the haikyuu community, need more dad!tsukishima fics.