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the spooning into prone sex, where their warmth was at your back but now their weight and their warmth are pressing you into the mattress. their mouth right by your ear whispering praise between their moans and kisses and bites to whatever parts of you they can reach
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tendou satori x female reader (this is basically selfship lore, a conversation between satori and ushijima, sfw, implied mutual pining, two idiots, who admits it first etc etc)
“You know when you like someone so much it makes you wanna peel off your skin?” Satori asks in a sudden burst, his long limbs a jumble of activity.
Ushijima eyes him and without blinking, replies. “No.”
“Cmon, man. You’ve liked people before.”
“Well, yes, of course. But I’ve never wanted to peel my own skin, that doesn’t sound pleasant.”
“It’s like a metaphor or whatever, Ushijima…”
“I don’t think that it is, but go on.”
In a fluid movement he rolls the whites of chef’s jacket sleeves up before leaning onto the kitchen and hoisting himself up to sit. His hair is growing out from the buzzcut style he favoured for a year or two, the flaming red burning hot against all the white and stainless steel.
He sighs, chest slumping inwards then suddenly out again as if a fresh gust of wind fills his sail.
“Ah… I think she likes me too but what if I’m wrong? What if she’s just being friendly? I could totally be misreading her cues and… wow… what a car crash that would be.”
“She likes you.” It’s automatic because of course it is. Fact is fact, and if Ushijima is one thing, it’s that he takes the obvious for exactly that.
“Huh? I haven’t even said who it is!”
“Tendou, you don’t need to. There is only one possible person you could be referring to and they like you. I have eyes and ears, and an uncanny ability to walk in during conversations I shouldn’t be a part of,” Ushijima says, voice drifting off in memory.
“You really think she likes me? You’re not just playing with me? Wait—conversations you shouldn’t be a part of… what does that mean?”
“One—yes. Two—no. Three—I’d rather not say.”
“Oh c’mon!! You can’t leave me hanging like this! Was she talking about me? Nah, no way. Not unless it was to complain about how weird I was the other day… fuck, I still remember her face when I said I wouldn’t mind licking the chocolate smear from her cheek. I meant it as a joke, I swear!”
“We both know you did not mean it as a joke.”
Satori winces, cheeks warming at being caught in the lie, and by Wakatoshi no less. “Not so loud!”
“I wasn’t being loud…”
“That wasn’t… never mind,” he says, knowing it was a losing battle to try and teach his old friend about modern terminology. “So, do you think I should ask her out?”
“If it means you stop talking my ear off and moping around the place like a lovesick puppy, yes. This is not my area of… what’s the word?”
“Expertise.”
“That.”
“… I should have called Semi.”
“On that we agree.”
“Just you wait, oh great and powerful Ushiwaka, your day will come where your heart does a funny little dance every time you lay eyes on someone and then you’ll know exactly how I’m feeling right now.”
“If you say so.”
“I do.”
“Can you go ask her out already? I’m hungry and you’re gatekeeping the macarons.”
I cannot write on my keyboard with my nails like this!!! They’re too long and pointy so slip off the keys and I make a fuckton of mistakes 😭 they’re cute as heck but I cannot continue with this torture! Don’t they know I have stuff to write? And work to do? (A secondary consideration)
tendou satori x female reader (this is basically selfship lore, a conversation between satori and ushijima, sfw, implied mutual pining, two idiots, who admits it first etc etc)
“You know when you like someone so much it makes you wanna peel off your skin?” Satori asks in a sudden burst, his long limbs a jumble of activity.
Ushijima eyes him and without blinking, replies. “No.”
“Cmon, man. You’ve liked people before.”
“Well, yes, of course. But I’ve never wanted to peel my own skin, that doesn’t sound pleasant.”
“It’s like a metaphor or whatever, Ushijima…”
“I don’t think that it is, but go on.”
In a fluid movement he rolls the whites of chef’s jacket sleeves up before leaning onto the kitchen and hoisting himself up to sit. His hair is growing out from the buzzcut style he favoured for a year or two, the flaming red burning hot against all the white and stainless steel.
He sighs, chest slumping inwards then suddenly out again as if a fresh gust of wind fills his sail.
“Ah… I think she likes me too but what if I’m wrong? What if she’s just being friendly? I could totally be misreading her cues and… wow… what a car crash that would be.”
“She likes you.” It’s automatic because of course it is. Fact is fact, and if Ushijima is one thing, it’s that he takes the obvious for exactly that.
“Huh? I haven’t even said who it is!”
“Tendou, you don’t need to. There is only one possible person you could be referring to and they like you. I have eyes and ears, and an uncanny ability to walk in during conversations I shouldn’t be a part of,” Ushijima says, voice drifting off in memory.
“You really think she likes me? You’re not just playing with me? Wait—conversations you shouldn’t be a part of… what does that mean?”
“One—yes. Two—no. Three—I’d rather not say.”
“Oh c’mon!! You can’t leave me hanging like this! Was she talking about me? Nah, no way. Not unless it was to complain about how weird I was the other day… fuck, I still remember her face when I said I wouldn’t mind licking the chocolate smear from her cheek. I meant it as a joke, I swear!”
“We both know you did not mean it as a joke.”
Satori winces, cheeks warming at being caught in the lie, and by Wakatoshi no less. “Not so loud!”
“I wasn’t being loud…”
“That wasn’t… never mind,” he says, knowing it was a losing battle to try and teach his old friend about modern terminology. “So, do you think I should ask her out?”
“If it means you stop talking my ear off and moping around the place like a lovesick puppy, yes. This is not my area of… what’s the word?”
“Expertise.”
“That.”
“… I should have called Semi.”
“On that we agree.”
“Just you wait, oh great and powerful Ushiwaka, your day will come where your heart does a funny little dance every time you lay eyes on someone and then you’ll know exactly how I’m feeling right now.”
“If you say so.”
“I do.”
“Can you go ask her out already? I’m hungry and you’re gatekeeping the macarons.”
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manifesting in your inbox to request kuroo (or tsukishima) with yellow annnnnd yarn (or a scrunchie?) - I’m literally looking at objects on my desk lmao so whatever may tickle your muse.
also hi ily drink water (or else🔫💛)
warm up requests -> here!
giving you the two for one special bc ily (and i am drinking water rn ty <33)
cw/tags: established kurotsuki x gn!reader, fluff, food as a love language
wc: 752
"Hey."
There's the feeling of a finger poking into the meat of your shoulder accompanying the familiar voice, but you don't take your eyes off your computer screen, still clicking through the cells of a seemingly never ending spreadsheet. When you don't respond, big hands find your shoulders, long fingers wrapping gently around them before they travel upwards to cup your cheeks, just enough to encourage your head to tilt backwards.
"You were supposed to be done working almost an hour ago," Tsukishima tells you when you lean back enough for your eyes to finally meet, and if you didn't know him so well you'd miss the subtly pouty tone of his voice.
You huff softly but give him no other response, trying to move your head back to where you can look at the screen again—there's still work to be done.
Tsukishima holds just firmly enough that you're unable to move as you'd like.
"I'm serious," he sounds stern when he says your name but there's a clear undercurrent of concern, "you've been at this for hours."
This finally gets you to relax fully back against the headrest of your chair. At your shifting, his hands immediately move to soothe, fingers gently brushing your temples when you sigh.
"This is probably the most important presentation of my entire career," you tell him, the exhaustion you're feeling seeping into your voice.
"I know," he assures you, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead, "but you have to take a break."
You open your mouth to respond, but he's quick to interrupt you before you actually get the words out.
"Tetsu spent the last two hours making dinner."
It's like you physically feel the pang in your chest, your will to resist and keep working slipping through your fingers like sand.
You hum as his hands move up into the messy strands of your hair, and a gentle tug has the nagging pressure in your temples alleviating just a little, the yellow scrunchie that had been holding it in place now looped around his wrist instead.
"I don't know why you do that," he comments, carefully detangling the length that now falls against your shoulders, "you know it gives you a headache if you leave it up too long."
"But if I didn't put it up how else would I get you to play with my hair like this?"
Kei responds to your playful comment by spinning your desk chair around so you're fully facing him and pulling you up to stand in front of him so that he can turn and wordlessly push you towards the door. You go willingly, and as soon as you step outside the room, the smell of food hits your nose, warm and spicy and carrying with it the feeling of home.
You can hear dishes clinking before you turn the corner to find Kuroo at the counter, getting ready to spoon curry into bowls. He looks at you over his shoulder when you walk in, face lighting up, lips tilted into his signature smirk.
His eyes flick over your head to meet those of the man behind you, "I'm impressed actually," he tells Tsukishima, "I thought you'd have to drag them in here kicking and screaming."
His eyes glint with the easy way he teases you, and it loosens some of the tightness you hadn't realized anxiety had planted in your chest.
"It smells incredible, Tetsu," you tell him, letting Tsukishima push you towards the table and down into the chair before he leaves your side to step into the kitchen as well.
You listen to them talk at the counter softly, bickering back and forth in that especially endearing way you've grown to love. Your mind has been moving at a million miles an hour for the past who knows how long, the stress of this presentation compounding like a weight on your shoulders, but sitting here, in the warmth of your shared kitchen, watching the people you love move around each other with such an obvious familiarity takes that weight little by little and lightens its burden—by the time a plate is set in front of you, your stomach is rumbling and you're blinking sleepily at them as you offer a quiet thanks.
Two kisses, one after the other, are placed on the crown of your head as the both of them find their own seats next to you, easily settling into the comfortable rhythm of sharing a meal together.
tendou satori x female reader (this is basically selfship lore, a conversation between satori and ushijima, sfw, implied mutual pining, two idiots, who admits it first etc etc)
“You know when you like someone so much it makes you wanna peel off your skin?” Satori asks in a sudden burst, his long limbs a jumble of activity.
Ushijima eyes him and without blinking, replies. “No.”
“Cmon, man. You’ve liked people before.”
“Well, yes, of course. But I’ve never wanted to peel my own skin, that doesn’t sound pleasant.”
“It’s like a metaphor or whatever, Ushijima…”
“I don’t think that it is, but go on.”
In a fluid movement he rolls the whites of chef’s jacket sleeves up before leaning onto the kitchen counter and hoisting himself up to sit. His hair is growing out from the buzzcut style he favoured for a year or two, the flaming red burning hot against all the white and stainless steel.
He sighs, chest slumping inwards then suddenly out again as if a fresh gust of wind fills his sail.
“Ah… I think she likes me too but what if I’m wrong? What if she’s just being friendly? I could totally be misreading her cues and… wow… what a car crash that would be.”
“She likes you.” It’s automatic because of course it is. Fact is fact, and if Ushijima is one thing, it’s that he takes the obvious for exactly that.
“Huh? I haven’t even said who it is!”
“Tendou, you don’t need to. There is only one possible person you could be referring to and they like you. I have eyes and ears, and an uncanny ability to walk in during conversations I shouldn’t be a part of,” Ushijima says, voice drifting off in memory.
“You really think she likes me? You’re not just playing with me? Wait—conversations you shouldn’t be a part of… what does that mean?”
“One—yes. Two—no. Three—I’d rather not say.”
“Oh c’mon!! You can’t leave me hanging like this! Was she talking about me? Nah, no way. Not unless it was to complain about how weird I was the other day… fuck, I still remember her face when I said I wouldn’t mind licking the chocolate smear from her cheek. I meant it as a joke, I swear!”
“We both know you did not mean it as a joke.”
Satori winces, cheeks warming at being caught in the lie, and by Wakatoshi no less. “Not so loud!”
“I wasn’t being loud…”
“That wasn’t… never mind,” he says, knowing it was a losing battle to try and teach his old friend about modern terminology. “So, do you think I should ask her out?”
“If it means you stop talking my ear off and moping around the place like a lovesick puppy, yes. This is not my area of… what’s the word?”
“Expertise.”
“That.”
“… I should have called Semi.”
“On that we agree.”
“Just you wait, oh great and powerful Ushiwaka, your day will come where your heart does a funny little dance every time you lay eyes on someone and then you’ll know exactly how I’m feeling right now.”
“If you say so.”
“I do.”
“Can you go ask her out already? I’m hungry and you’re gatekeeping the macarons.”
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dotori commission number one million and two (or it feels that way 😆) I’m so sorry to keep bombarding you all with dotori silliness… it will continue!! A gorgeous comm from cequiii on vgen, another example where I ask the artist to go with their instincts and they completely blow me away 🥹💜
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