#BRINGBACKVALKO

Credits for the symbols to @sylus-beloved-wife , found here

Credits for the symbols to @sylus-beloved-wife , found here

Credits for the symbols to @sylus-beloved-wife , found here

I love his big ass tits

⟡ tsukishima pretends he's not obsessed with you, but it's hard to do that — he has everything about you memorized. the shampoo you use. the scent of your perfume. the brand of chocolate you like the most. your coffee/tea/drink order. everything about you is logged as important and so, he can't pretend. ⟡ he loves when you say his name. his name sounds so sweet coming from your lips, all sharp edges and lilted syllables. he bothers you enough to hear it again, holding things far above his head so you fight to reach. "kei," you protest, stretching your hands up to reach whatever it is his stole, "hand it back." he takes one look at your eyes, sweet, always so sweet, and secretly wonders how his name would sound in context that involved you in a slightly different position. ⟡ he kisses like he has something to prove. you challenge him on something stupid, and he's pressing you against the wall, his lips tracing a path down your neck and hands tracing patterns into the skin of your lower back. he likes you panting, breathless, confused enough to drop whatever it was your argument was. if you somehow manage to find it in the middle of all of that, he presses into you yet again, hands digging into your hips and lifting one of your legs to hook around his hips. if he's flushed to you, his cutie, he reckons he'll win whatever the debate was. after all — are you really thinking with his hips against yours, his mouth on yours and his hands sliding up your shirt? didn't think so. ⟡ his hands tell you far more about what he feels about you than his words ever do, his slender fingers hooked around your waist, your wrist, your fingers. touching you gives him clarity — he can feel your warmth beneath his fingers, and he knows you're all his. it's comforting. ⟡ he's obsessed with your skin. first time he ever kissed you, the feel of it him like a drug. so soft, so silky, he spends way too much time touching it. you could just be wearing shorts and his hands settle on your thighs, his fingers drawing patterns that somehow reach increasingly higher. you ask him what he's doing, feeling the heat course through your veins watching his hands. he'll be entirely nonchalant in his response, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips when he gently thumbs at the waistband of your shorts. ⟡ he's excellent at undoing tricky garments. bra? dismantled in two seconds. some complicated clothing with zippers or a close fit? he can peel it off in moments. he says it's his eye for detail, but it's just his desire to feel you close.

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kei mf tsukishima.

You’re sat on Kei’s lap.

Your arms are linked around his neck. His big hands glide along your body, trying to grab and feel whatever he could.

His lips and yours meet in a messy kiss. Teeth clashing, saliva exchanging, tongues dancing. His lips were a little chapped but yours were so soft and sweet. Remnants of your flavored chapstick lacing your lips as he kisses it off.

He was so addicted, always chasing back for more. He groans when you move a little to adjust yourself, his hands gripping your hips.

“Shit.” He mumbles.

Then he’s back to it.

Yet with more passion, you’re shuddering under his touch, his kisses, the way his tongue feels against yours.

His glasses were fogged, slightly lopsided. Occasionally he’d push them up but now.

He rips away from you, confusing you. Both of your lips are plump and red, panting. He grabs his glasses, throwing them on the couch.

“Kei be careful you can break them-” He cuts you off with his lips, his tongue finding its home in your mouth once again. You whine in his mouth and he grins.

“They were in the way.” He says against your lips, biting your bottom lip. A moan leaves you and his tongue swipes along the bite to try and soothe it.

“Just focus on this alright?” He says hushed.

POV: I found a page in your sketchbook... I think you have a crush on a certain middle blocker~

Just a character sheet of rough sketch Kei Tsukishima. Our favourite tsundere!

A @nightingalewrites333 original.

POV: I found a page in your sketchbook... I think you have a crush on a certain middle blocker~

Just a character sheet of rough sketch Kei Tsukishima. Our favourite tsundere!

A @nightingalewrites333 original.

Valko, you don't deserve this

The chaos was white noise tonight, a pleasant blur that let him focus on the only thing that actually mattered.

You.

He'd stopped paying attention to anything else about ten minutes ago.

Hard to focus on all that other stuff when you were bent over a claw machine like that... ass pushed out just slightly as you concentrated, tongue poking between your lips. Your shirt had even ridden up in the back. Just a sliver of skin visible above your waistband.

Dangerous view, he thought, tilting his head appreciatively. She's doing this on purpose. Has to be.

"Okay, sweetie, watch-" You were talking to some random little girl -couldn’t have been older than six, pigtails askew, face still sticky from cotton candy- who’d been crying over the machine, quarter after quarter swallowed by this rigged piece of garbage. You, being you, had swooped in like some kind of hero, all soft voice and gentle hands, crouching down to her level... and of course, he had followed you like he always did. "See that one? The gray wolf with the big eyes?"

She nodded so hard her whole body wobbled

"The trick," you said, crouching to her level while keeping one hand on the joystick, "is that the claw is a dirty rotten liar. It wants you to go straight for the prize. But see how that wolf is kinda wedged against that pink bunny?"

She sniffled and nodded again.

"We're gonna use that. Knock him loose first, then grab."

Valko leaned against the side of the machine, arms crossed, watching. He'd hidden his ears and tail away before you both left the apartment -couldn't exactly walk around in public with them out- but you knew the signs. The way he kept shifting his weight. The little twitch at the corner of his mouth. The soft, almost dreamy look in those golden eyes as he tracked your every movement... If his tail was out right now, it'd be going absolutely stupid.

Look at her, he mused, teaching strategy to a six year old like it's a heist movie. Cute as hell.

if anything, being a rafayel girl has made me value art, artists, far more than i ever could, and being against injustice in ways i hadn't seen before. if the rumors turn out to be true, don't you think it's repulsive of them to use rafayel of all characters as their cash cow during this time? don't you think it's ironic! after the blatant disrespect to their own creative team who spent years perfecting the game, the beloved characters beneath our fingertips, their bittersweet stories for us to unravel & experience?

this is exactly where boycotts are supposed to hit. if you weren't doing it before, start now, and continue even as the myth is over. now is the most crucial time to remember that we have RERUNS, and that we can pull the myths later. don't let the higher ups of infold just sweep away everything under the rug.

many boycotters are pointing out that it is very likely for them to want everything to die down eventually and go quiet, for us to tire out & give up, hence the silence. no matter what it is, we must stand firm in our demands to bring back valko, the foil of our dear rafayel, the final piece to our puzzle, the seal of our love interests.