What kind of boyfriend Hawks would be (submissions)
- Funny, awkward, brings you food at all occasions
- Flamboyant, loves to show off the relationship and loves to tease and loves to keep things interesting but knows when to chill
- That fuckboy you banged on mistake
- probably somewhat distant and not emotionally honest
- Possessive, jealous, territorial, caring, compassionate, worrying about S/O a lot, can be clingy sometimes, needs a lot of reassurance, but can give it too when you need it, love language physical touch
- Flirty, cuddly, protective
- He’d drag you into a bunch of dumb games/activities, but spoil you with top tier dates
- He’s great at flirting and first dates but is very closed off and it takes a long time for him to open up and for the relationship to actually get serious
- He’d ghost us after hitting it a few times
- The funny and caring type but would be really annoying in arguments
- Awkward as hell, he has 0 dating experience and I’m 90% sure he’s a virgin. That being said I want him to take me flying
- needs therapy, i think he would try to be a good bf though
- he,,,would try his best 💀
- he’s closed off. he never feels truly there because there’s always some sort of aspect of him that’s hidden and you can never figure out what it is or why. he’s secretive and sneaky and doesn’t always tell you everything but hell if he doesn’t love you. he adores you, he really does, and he would absolutely cherish you as a good thing in his life he never, ever wants to lose
- Constantly the teasing bf
- Finger guns at you whenever he sees you
- Emotionally distant, very minor fuckboi vibes
- The funny and caring type but would be really annoying in arguments
- A flirty, cocky bitch. I love the man but he would be so cocky at first (though I feel like that’s just compensation for his past) and once he trusts you he’s actually kinda insecure and he loves cuddles for reassurance
- more concerned w how the relationship appears to be going instead of how its actually going. texts like a straight white boy
Details: ushijima’s hands are made for choking you
With: Ushijima Wakatoshi, f!reader
Warnings: asphyxiation kink, degradation
A/N: me writing this
You never really had a thing for hands before you met Ushijima and you really, really did try to resist the temptation. A valiant effort, but one that ends in disastrous failure nonetheless.
Your cries of mixed pleasure and pain never make it out of your throat as Ushijima rocks into you. Everything about him is big, from his hands to the giant cock splitting you open. It only takes one of his hands to wrap completely around your throat, his fingertips nearly touching at the back of your neck. The sounds that fill the room are downright obscene — your cunt squelching as it sucks him in, Ushijima’s low groans and labored breaths, his balls slapping against your ass — and if you weren’t having the living daylights fucked out of you right now, you might have felt embarrassed.
His fingers flex against your neck, squeezing, testing just how much you can take, letting you gasp for air only to cut it off once again. Having lost the energy to wrap your legs around his hips long ago, you just lay there limply, letting him use your body. Your hands scrabble at his weakly, ineffectually, and you probably look a right mess, flushed cheeks, eyes rolling into the back of your head, drool leaking out of the corner of your mouth, tears trickling down to meet your hairline.
“Look at you,” Ushijima growls, enjoying the view of you crying, struggling underneath him at his mercy, your pretty lips opening and closing uselessly. His other hand, the one next to your head supporting his weight, sinks further into the mattress as he thrusts into you. He tightens his grip and your sopping folds flutter weakly around him as he slams his hips against yours, the hot coil in your stomach tightening even more at the combined stimulation and lack of oxygen.” Taking me like a filthy whore, so pretty, just for me, hm?”
It’s all too much, his cruel words, heavy palm crushing your larynx, the blood in your head pulsing — when the tip of his bulbous cock hits your cervix one last time, your vision goes black as you cum noiselessly around him, fluids gushing out and coating him as he thrusts into you relentlessly, chasing his own release. You don’t even notice that he’s emptied himself inside you until he lets go of your neck and you wheeze, gasping and coughing, oxygen finally flooding your lungs.
It takes a moment to register Ushijima gently stroking your hair, thumbs swiping away the tear tracks on your cheeks as he lays next to you, murmuring in your ear repeatedly.
“You’re okay. You did well. So good for me, pretty girl.”
the coldest motherfucker fuckboy that there is to walk on the planet.
he's the type of fuckboy who isn't straightforward with what he wants – he just lets the girls get to him.
does not make the first move. like, not at all. texting first? we don't know her.
you've got gifts for him? he throws them out the trash, sometimes tells the person giving that he doesn't like them.
he's that straightforward.
his coldness and rudeness is what draws the girls to him. they do be simping over this cold-hearted blondie 🤩
he gets into fights with some of the boys because he's the reason why a relationship falls out of love. yk, the girl falls for tsukishima and then she dumps her boyfriend for him. that kind of stuff.
he always ends up with a few bruises on his body, never on his face cause that dude is a giant.
anyways, he arrives at school with girls greeting him as he passes by.
even if he's a fuckboy, he keeps his grades up because, honey, he's also responsible. sometimes.
he walks in his classroom, gets greeted by yamaguchi, and sits down.
“good morning, tsukishima-kun.” oh, great. another unwanted gift.
instead of a box or bento placed on his desk, it was a test paper. his test paper.
he looks up and you smile down at him, “sensei wanted me to give this you, but also give you pointers on this. we can't have the prettiest boy on campus having failing grades now do we?”
turns out, he was hungover during that test and he could barely make out the questions on it.
you offered to help him study for another test since your teacher wanted him to take another one.
he was also the teacher's favorite so who were you to say no?
you stay behind in class as the bell rings, signaling that school is over. tsukishima tells yamaguchi that he can't go to practice today, saying he had to study with you for a stupid remedial test.
you sit in front of him, keeping a safe distance between him as you read out the questions in the test he previously failed.
tsukishima simply looks at your face, a smug smirk on his face as he watches your soft lips moving.
“i know what you want,” he says, interrupting whatever you were saying. he tilts his head to the side, “you want me.”
there's a moment of silence between the both of you and his smirk never falters down, not until you start laughing.
your laugh, a genuine one, bounces around the classroom as the sunset shines from the closed window and illuminates onto your face.
“tsukishima-kun, not all of us want you, okay? some of us just want to help you out.” he feels. . . embarrassed. very embarrassed by the fact that he assumed you were like the other girls he had encountered.
instead of teasing him, you get back into studying. this time, he listens to what you have to tell him – keeping the important keywords in his head.
by the time the both of you finish, the sun is already gone and you push the chair back into the desk. handing him the test paper, you smile, “make sure you study at home, okay? good evening to you, tsukishima-kun.” you bow and walk out.
he walks home with yamaguchi that night, eyes scanning the questions over and over but he can only think of you.
it's odd – he hasn't felt anything like this before.
the morning comes and he takes the test. he aces it, of course, and the teacher tells him to thank you for helping him.
“(name),” he calls out as you stuff your items in your bag, looking up to him with a soft smile on your face.
his heart flutters.
“t-thank you for helping me.” he mutters out, putting on his headphones before you could reply.
he dashes out the door, cheeks tinted with red that spread out to the tips of his ears.
he's caught up in his train of thoughts that he doesn't hear someone calling out his name. a punch lands on his stomach, making him yelp in pain.
he kneels on the floor, someone pulling his headphones off of his head.
“so you're the bitch that stole my girl away, huh?” it's a group of second years that surround him, their glares piercing into his body before he could even react.
more punches are thrown towards his direction and he can't fight back.
“hey, fuckers!” you shout out, placing your hands on your hips as you smirk at them. they stop attacking tsukishima to look up to where you stood.
you weren't alone though, tanaka and nishinoya were right behind you as their eyes flared with flames towards the scoundrels that dared to attack their kouhai.
tanaka and nishinoya ran after them as they fled away, shouting incoherent words to taunt them.
you sat besides tsukishima, helping him up as you dig through your bag, fishing out a clean handkerchief from it.
“why are you doing this?” he hisses as you wipe the blood off his cheek. you smile at him – the same smile he liked on you.
“like i said, some of us just want to help you out.”
after that, you've got him wrapped around your finger. of course, he wouldn't say it out loud but he's whipped for you.
you teach him to be kinder but you know he's not going to do that. kind isn't in his vocabulary, but he treats you nicely.
he's always trailing behind you while you walk around the campus, conversing with him as he listens to you. he likes it when you talk to him; almost as if it brings him peace.
at the end of the month, he finally makes the first move and asks you out.
“do you wanna g- go out?” he mutters it out, a blush upon his cheeks. you look at him and smile, “like a date?”
“no, with a sniper. i'm taking you out with a sniper.”
here are the creators and their posts that inspired this!
@0ik6lut - hot things oikawa does (OG)
@ahtsumu - hot things suna does
when you’re at your desk and ask him for help on something he places his hand on one side of the desk and leans down, basically encasing you in his arms
additionally, he’ll talk in your ear and when you look up at him he’ll look down at you and just…smirk before pulling away and telling you to figure the problem out yourself
leans on the doorframe; sometimes you’ll be leaning on wall next to the doorframe and he’ll come up and lean on it next to you, his body warmth making your heart beat 11x faster
when he wakes up one hand is stretching upwards towards the air while the other scratched his stomach and…. :) iz just nice
grabs your chin to look at him and uses his pointer finger to caress your chin before kissing you
has worn the maid costume once. you have a picture of it. on your phone. confidential. you look at it sometimes…. <3
Comfortable in his sexuality and lets you dress him up however as long as he can watch movies while you do it
when you watch movies together he’ll nonchalantly feed you a piece of popcorn but his fingers brush past your lips really slowly and when you both are looking at each other in anticipation he’ll lean back against the couch’s arm rest and pop a piece of popcorn in his mouth
you’re on your laptop and ask him for help with something and instead of wait until you move you arm out of the way he puts his hand on the mouse pad next to yours and his pinky links with one of your fingers….
says “oh? and you’re gonna stop me?”
when he’s stressed with his work on the computer he’ll sigh lightly and slip off his glasses and place his hand on his chin to look at you across the room, his tongue darts out to wet his lips, his gaze is dark and half-lidded
he’ll be doing something that takes his focus and you think he can’t see you staring at him, but then he’ll suddenly glance at you with thoe electric honey eyes of his and quirk his brow. no smile on his face. just intense stare
taps his pencils and pens against his pretty soft lips out of habit. sometimes looks at you while doing it
wears an plain silver chain anklet
has a prominent adam’s apple and when he drinks water after a game and there’s sweat dripping down his chin it’s. just. yeah.
has pretty hands with long fingers; sometimes he just mindlessly rubs the edge of his desk with his fingers and you can’t help but watch.
actually takes care of his nails – like the cuticles are pushed back and they are filed in a pretty shape. occasionally uses nail oil
his style. either it’s a lazy loose sweatpants (not grey ones, sorry, he knows that trend) and a long sleeve t-shirt or when he goes out and feels like trying it’s khaki pants with white socks and vans with a white button up and a vest pullover on top of it. just. preppy tsukishima. please god.
when he’s sitting on a bed he has one leg outstretched and one leg bent with his arm resting on it, his head in that hand, his other hand scrolling through his phone until you walk in and his eyes flit to you and trail after you until you leave the room
the hottest thing about tsukishima is his stare. the power his eyes hold over you, with or without glasses, is shocking. his eyes are just such a pretty shade of amber with a dark ring around them…the type of guy to forget his glasses one day and everyone has a picture of him from that day because. damn.
bonus: is the progressive kid in class who you think hates everyone equally but when someone says some Fucked Up discriminatory shit he goes Off on their ass and absolutely schools them
bonus bonus: tsukishima’s legs. nuff said
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