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pearlsephoni · 2 years

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TsukkiYama Week, Day 3: Intimacy

Can also be read on AO3!

Rating: T

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Pairing: Tsukkiyama (Tsukishima/Yamaguchi)

Characters: Kei Tsukishima, Tadashi Yamaguchi

Word Count: 1,371

Summary: Being childhood friends and adult boyfriends doesn't mean Kei is immune to Yamaguchi's charms.

A/N: This was big-time inspired by amburritoart’s redraw of Yamaguchi’s anniversary art! She did our boy SO much justice, god bless. Further author’s notes can be read on AO3.

If there was one thing that surprised Kei about adulthood, it was how much had stayed the same. For all of his growth throughout high school and college, he was still dry, sardonic, and reluctant to let most people see beyond his deadpan facade. He’d kept in touch with old friends while he made a few new ones, including old rivals — he still wasn’t sure how the Frogs managed to win any games with someone like Koganegawa setting for someone like Kyotani, but Kei tried not to question life’s positive surprises as much.

But the best part of his life, the part that had been around for years and years, was Yamaguchi. If Kei had known that confessing would have been so easy, so instantly reciprocated, he wouldn’t have waited until their third year to do it. Then again, he would’ve been happy to keep Yamaguchi in his life no matter what their relationship was like, platonic or romantic. Being able to kiss him and hold him was just a bonus to being able to see his smile and hear his laughter everyday.

Their relationship wasn’t the only thing that had changed with the passage of time. Another one of those things was…

“Tsukki?”

Kei dragged his eyes away from Yamaguchi’s fingers undoing the buttons at his cuffs, but that just meant he got an eyeful of his loosened tie and undone collar before he finally reached those warm eyes under brows that were furrowed with concern. “Hm?”

“You ok? You kinda zoned out there.”

With a jolt, he realized he was just…standing there, a little too far for Yamaguchi to comfortably take the tea in Kei’s hand, which was threatening to go limp in his daze. He quickly stepped closer to the couch, keeping his eyes fixed on Yamaguchi’s. “Ah, yeah. I’m fine, just…tired.”

The worry on Yamaguchi’s face melted into knowing amusement as he coughed out a laugh and took the offered mug. “Koganegawa trying out new sets again?”

“Mm…something like that. I’m gonna…go…make dinner.” Kei forced himself to turn away from where Yamaguchi was sprawled against the back of the couch, trying to remember what he was going to cook instead of how much he wanted to…

Focus, for fuck’s sake.

Yamaguchi had always been good-looking. Kei was certain he would’ve fallen for him no matter what he looked like — he was so impossibly lovable, who wouldn’t fall for him — but his dark, warm eyes, constellation freckles, and thick, soft hair certainly helped. Kei could remember the handful of times his boyfriend had needed to wear a button down and tie growing up, and he could also remember the swoop his stomach took each time.

But somewhere along the way, Yamaguchi had gone from cute to handsome. Maybe it was the way his jaw and lanky frame had filled out, maybe it was the way his insecurity had settled into an understated confidence that sometimes belied his tendency to over-clarify whatever he said.

Maybe it was the way his warm gaze had gained a knowing edge that seemed to cut straight through Kei’s facade to what he was truly thinking and feeling. It was an edge that Kei desperately hoped wouldn’t be used now.

“Can I help with anything?”

Kei jumped and nearly gave himself whiplash from how quickly he looked over his shoulder from the fridge. Somehow Yamaguchi had entered the kitchen without him noticing, setting his empty mug in the sink and hopping onto the counter with a casual ease that spoke to how he always sat there when he wanted to keep Kei company.

Usually Kei wouldn’t think anything of it, but usually Yamaguchi would change out of his work clothes. Now it took everything in Kei to keep his eyes fixed on Yamaguchi’s, and not on the slender collarbones that peeked out from his open collar, nor the tempting sample of his sternum that disappeared into his shirt…his shirt that was unfortunately still buttoned and not open to serve as curtains to the stage that was Yamaguchi’s body.

Jesus Christ. He saw Yamaguchi in his work clothes everyday. It didn’t matter that he usually changed into a t-shirt and loose pants the moment he got home — that was no excuse for Kei’s mind wandering more than it did in high school.

“Um.” At least his voice didn’t crack like a prepubescent boy. “Can you cut the garlic and ginger?”

“Sure. How many cloves?”

The horny fog in Kei’s mind cleared up just enough for him to raise an eyebrow at Yamaguchi, whose mouth had a playful tilt. “If you need to ask, then I’m going to have to ask you to leave my kitchen.”

“Oh, your kitchen, huh?” Yamaguchi snickered. “You know, one day you’re gonna add way too much garlic to a dish, and then this’ll be my kitchen.”

“There’s no such thing as too much garlic,” Kei sniffed as he dug out the bag with the leftover half-garlic and ginger. “Catch.”

This he was used to, the easy way they worked together in the kitchen and the easier way they joked and chatted with each other. It was like a little assembly line: Kei dug out the vegetables and herbs and chicken from the fridge, and tossed each one to Yamaguchi, who caught and lined them up along the counter. “Are we having fried rice for dinner?” he guessed.

“That’s the plan. Is that ok?”

“Of course!”

Kei bit back a smile as he gathered the sauces he needed. There was no way he was going to risk tossing glass bottles across the kitchen, no matter how good they were at it.

But that meant he had to approach Yamaguchi, and keep himself from dropping the bottles, grabbing him, and forgetting about dinner entirely. It was a close thing — the sight of Yamaguchi rolling his sleeves up to his elbows had Kei dropping the sauces to the counter with a dangerously loud clatter, making Yamaguchi jump and eye him with fresh concern.

“Uh,” Kei started, pleased with the way his voice didn’t tremble, “shouldn’t you change out of your work clothes? If you’re going to help with dinner?”

“Hm? Oh, probably.” Yamaguchi looked down at his loosened tie and unbuttoned collar with a small smile, a smile he turned on Kei when he looked back up. And…fuck, it was his secretive smile, the one that fit perfectly with the knowing edge of his eyes. “But I like seeing you try to act like you wouldn’t rather eat me instead of dinner.”

Silence fell over them as they stared at each other, sly brown eyes against startled golden eyes. “You…,” Kei stuttered.

“Yeah?”

“You…you little tease.”

He wasn’t mad, not really. It was impossible to stay mad when he was faced with those glittering eyes and that cheeky smile. But he did feel more of his restraint slip away as his gaze drifted from Yamaguchi’s teasing expression to his hands, which were done rolling up his sleeves and were now holding onto the edge of the counter. His grip made his veins create tempting lines along his muscles, and then those muscles were shifting with the movement of a hand coming up to brush against Kei’s. “Sorry, Tsukki.” He didn’t sound very sorry at all.

“How…” Kei swallowed against his dry throat. “How hungry are you?”

“For you or for dinner?”

“Tadashi.”

Yamaguchi’s sweet smile was in stark contrast to the fingers brushing the inside of Kei’s wrist. “Mm…I think dinner can wait.”

Kei barely gave himself time to breathe, “Good,” before he descended on Yamaguchi, hands cupping his cheeks and lips immediately covering his. He could feel Yamaguchi smiling into the kisses, and that just made him press even closer and wrap his arms around Yamaguchi’s waist. Then there were legs hooking around his hips, and with that, dinner was forgotten, along with the ingredients they had already set out. Kei was only focused on pressing Yamaguchi close and picking him up from the countertop to carry him to the bedroom.

If he could have his way, then maybe the vegetables wouldn’t be in any state to be cooked by the time they were done. But oh well. There was always delivery.

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littlemisstpk · 1 year

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So I did a thing, and actually finished a seasonal fic in the actual season it's set in. Look at me with my self imposed deadlines haha.

Part 2 of a series, but I did my best to make it able to stand alone too.

READ THE FIC HERE

#haikyuu!!#tsukihina #hinata shouyou #tsukishima kei #Winter Holiday fic #domestic fluff #established relationship #fic

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askew-d · 5 months

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KAGEHINA FICS MASTERLIST

• ⭐️🎖️ jellyfish, by mysterytwin — hinata makes a list of things to do before graduation; and that includes confessing his feelings to kageyama. a wonderful story, so heartwarming. my utmost favorite.

• ⭐️ in transit, by mysecretfanmoments — while riding the bus together, hinata begins to discover about his feelings for kageyama. absolutely lovely.

• dare, by majesticartax — kagehina’s chosen to play a dare in which they end up locked in a room, and, of course, revelations ensue. this one made me scream lots. rated m!

• you know all the strings (and know just how to tug them), by artemisia_hq — 5 + 1 story about kageyama being whipped and can’t say no and hinata saying yes. domestic fluff.

• like always, by artemisia_hq — during their last walk home together, hinata becomes aware of his feelings and decides to do something about it. short story, yet so cute!

• ⭐️ i wanna know you, and i wanna love you, by momochai — kagehina go on a day together, or better yet, a date; even though they’re not quite aware of it. i was dying throughout all of this, outstanding!

• you’re grabbing my hands like they’re handbars, by mountains_6 — basically tsukishima being a third wheel when the three of them travel to rio, based on the extra bit of the manga, lol. short and endearing.

• 🎖️ a hundred or so hellos, by iwillstillopenthewindow — kageyama reincarnates over and over and hinata continues dying over and over. angst. a lot of angst. but still goddamn beautiful.

• let me in on the open secret too, by switmikan74 — kageyama doesn’t know that he’s dating hinata, until he gets hints from a shoujo manga. that’s so fitting, definitely worth the read!

• highway verse, series by emleewrites — a pixel cars au that i didn’t think it’d catch me until i read it and had dreams about this fantastic universe.

• ⭐️🎖️ if it wasn’t for you, by halfbloom (diphylleias) — in brazil, hinata learns more about relationships and what it means to have a bond with kageyama. got my heart effortlessly. such a delight.

• ⭐️ one more thing, by marks — it’s tsukishima and yamaguchi’s wedding, and kageyama and hinata decide to go together. can i please have more of this? sweet stories like this makes my heart melt, i swear.

• 🎖️⭐️ i can do better, by buu — kagehina compete over everything under the sun, and that includes kissing. and some more. in fact, every kagehina fic by this author hits. and this one… made me feel stuff. rated m!

• ⭐️ no angels could beckon me back, by lilacnoctua — heated arguments lead kagehina to heated moments with each other. a hot story with great development. loved every part of it.

• from this day forward, by emleewrites — kageyama tries to propose; it goes as badly as you can expect. so funny, seriously! i could easily recommend every fic by this author too, as well as esselle’s, but i’m gonna list my favorites anyway, so hang on!

• soft serve, by tothemoon — kagehina drives an ice cream truck to help karasuno; as one might expect, feelings are involved in between. summer fic, brings a ton of good emotions!

• 🎖️ famous v-league players make fools of themselves on twitter dot com, by crone_zone — the appearance of one hinata shouyou through the eyes of twitter users. pure comedy and it’s a whole show. gorgeous!

• room to grow, by mysecretfanmoments — things are different in their third year and hinata’s still learning how to deal with it. ah, young love! the best kind.

• raining verse, by emleewrites — kageyama’s cursed to be a kitten, hinata’s the one who finds him. i love a magic realism au, so imagine my happiness while reading this.

• future’s kiss, by mervousmer — kageyama somehow travels to the future for a moment, and hinata’s there, all grown-up. come on, time travels also have my heart! this one’s cute as hell.

• ⭐️ dethroned, by setkia — kageyama counts his victories and losses against hinata in his mind. what a gem! short and fabulously creative.

• saffron and cayenne pepper, by dontsaycrazy — neighbours kagehina: one only knows how to set the kitchen on fire and the other one’s actually a chef, what could work between them? everything, that’s the answer. a hit!

• on quarantining together…, series by winterey — social media kagehina making lives while on quarantine. fun and addictive!

• conflict of interest, by zukushou — more of social media kagehina, this time with journalists thinking they’re rivals when they’re actually… yknow *gay for each other*. just everything i’d ever want for them.

• ⭐️ with suds in your eyes (and a smile on your lips), by hqkrys — established relationship kagehina take a messy shower together. overall just endless fluff, which melts my heart!

• a bento for dr. kageyama, by zukushou — hinata leaves food for his husband and causes gossip at the hospital said husband works in. hahaha, this is definitely terrific.

• the best laid hands, by mysecretfanmoments — kageyama doesn’t even know how to deal with his own romantic life, so it’s best if other people don’t ask for advice. but what if it’s an advice for hinata? you never know :)

• ⭐️ better than firewhiskey, by mysterytwin — hogwarts au with kagehina! someone should definitely find this author by the way and give them a big hug. i want to. they rock.

• chase the light, my love, by thebeaming sun — kageyama planning to propose and earning support of his teammates. established relationship kind of thing that makes me smile.

• hinata and kageyama terrorise a simple interviewer, satorou masashi, series by call_me_j — story told in the form of an interview, including post time-skip kagehina of course. remarkable!

• optical, by kvhottie — kageyama wears glasses; everyone freaks out. do i need to explain more? hella entertaining.

• never doubt i love, by gentle_autumn_rain — jealous hinata thinks kageyama got a boyfriend. he didn’t. love these small misunderstandings that lead to a confession! so good.

• of gentlemen and scoundrels, by mysecretfanmoments — historical au with kageyama as a gentlemen in london and hinata who’s… well, not very much like him. the writing and the sexual tension in this is spectacular!

• ⭐️ save the last dance for me, my prince, by zukushou — prince kageyama and bodyguard hinata, as this fandom deserved. and such a well-developed at that. charming!

• patience, by mistonthelake — surprisingly enough, hinata discovers about kageyama’s crush on him earlier than the man himself. a lesson in being patient.

• wrestle for victory, by emleewrites — after their fateful game, kagehina decides to compete over wrestling. that’s definitely something they’d do and it got me hooked.

• ⭐️ oh we play, in autumn days, by aruariandance — kagehina being silly boys and kageyama getting a phone. is it because he wants to text hinata? that, he’ll never admit. i’d give it a hundred kudos if i could.

• ⭐️ ridiculous, by festivetrickster — yachi has to spend some time with kagehina in their apartment. the way they live just makes me suspicious of their relationship. no, like, this is indeed so ridiculous but i like it so much!

• sunstruck, by orphan account — kageyama gets the help of romero to sort out his relationship with hinata. seeing introverted kageyama slowly but surely trust his teammate and idol with issues like this makes me proud.

• ⭐️ sun above your shoulders, by longleggedgit — even in an universe where they go to different high schools, kagehina meet each other anyway. everything’s delightful here!

• the missing piece, by akaashism (acciomerlin) — kageyama deals with the changes in hinata. just adorable, i giggled a lot.

• the trouble with soulmates, by navybluewings — our sweet cupid hinata’s journey to get soulmates bonds fixed! this au rocks.

• five star review, by emleewrites — hinata’s hired to paint kageyama’s wall and they start a “friendship” out of it. amazing to see this unfold, so nicely done.

• 🎖️ for the best of all possible worlds, by tinygumdrops (curryramyeon) — an au about kagehina’s relationship journey from across countries, including letters. they meet while being apart and we see it unfold. is there anything better than this? majestic!

• at the tip of your nose, by cloesh_scribbles — where kageyama’s obsessed with eskimo kisses and hinata’s obsessed with him. please help me after this, the fluff killed me.

• the video series, by sunnyslipper — kageyama and hinata breaking the internet over and over with their videos. funny and spot on!

• alexa, play waking up in vegas, by attackofthezee (noxlunate) — kageyama and hinata get married accidentally. the thing is, i can totally imagine them doing this. they’re absurd and lovely.

• meat bun is a love language, by icecreamromantic — kageyama decides to confess using meat buns. come on, it’s stupidly perfect!

• slipping through sand, by majesticanna — an au in which kagehina meet in brazil. just so warm, waaah!

• high dose, by akaashism (acciomerlin) — hinata convinces kageyama that, because of a health issue, he needs kisses. i swear, these silly boys will break me. this is excellent.

• why do i feel like it’s (fake) love, by izucaii — hinata and kageyama pretend to be boyfriends while in brazil. a gorgeous fake-relationship story!

• ⭐️ a best man’s worse problems, by villainphilia — tsukishima, the best man for kagehina’s wedding, prepares his speech while reminiscing how the two dumbasses got together. all of this is just marvellous!

• five proposals, by dayoldcupcake — kageyama proposing, hinata saying no. done with the intent of giving me diabetes. chef’s kiss!

• ⭐️ plain as day, by emleewrites — hinata has a low self-esteem and kageyama tries to make him realize how wonderful he is. i died and came back. truly stunning.

• kageyama tobio reads thirst tweets (unedited), by popcornpearl — after making a bet, kageyama reads thirsty tweets and tries not to blush. it’s harder than he expected. rated m!

• i’m lucky to have you, zukushou — the famous “just woke up high in anestesia and i can’t remember my own partner” trope. pure comedy, love this for them.

• ⭐️ the obvious is at eye level (but i might need a step stool), by dr_awkward221 — hinata watching sakusa’s relationship with miya and slowly realizing things about his own his kageyama. i loove this one, it’s unbearably good.

• ⭐️🎖️ let the light out, by uhohshouto — kagehina make a bet in which the other one must ask for something of the loser. kageyama wants a kiss… and then something more. seriously though, i can’t believe this; it’s a wonderful story, so entertaining. rated e!

• epic, by esselle — a surfing au with hinata as an instructor and kageyama as an arrogant professional. this charming scenario surely made my day.

• let’s take this offline, by pas_dautres — office employees kagehina who meet through emails and reports. i had to add this, because it’s nice, surely worth the read.

• 🎖️ these hands of time, these hands of mine, by fireheartaw — kageyama being introspective over their story together and apart. light angst maybe, but the narrative’s so interesting and captivating.

• discordant, by majesticanna — academic rivals kagehina meet again as professors. so short but so sweet!

• 🎖️⭐️ pursuit verse, series by emleewrites — a gambler hinata and an attorney kageyama based on the ace attorney game. never played the game. but the story? deserves to be printed. if you never read it, you need to. hear me out: you need to.

• ⭐️ getting it right, by akaashism (acciormerlin) — play pretend boyfriends for miwa who end up actually having domestic moments and finding out more about their feelings, hehe.

• know you better, by mysterytwin — bakery worker kageyama and spell shop owner hinata in a world of magic! great development and very poetic.

note that this is based on the fics i’ve known since i entered the fandom and that i truly enjoy. either they’re famous or not famous, i’m just adding them here for my future self contentment and for those who, just as me, wanted a full list of kagehina fics upon getting engaged in haikyuu media.

if you think i should add more and if you have recs for me too, i’m accepting them! thank yoou.

last update: 3/3/24

#haikyuu #kageyama tobio #kagehina #hinata shouyou #kagehina fic #kagehina fic rec

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rensukei · 1 year

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nsfw utc (m!masturbation, lovesick kei :( poor baby. wc ~900)

roommate!tsukishima who slowly but surely gets comfortable around his pretty new roomie, gaining a small sense of security in the little apartment that you had so meticulously decorated into a cozy home.

roommate!tsukishima who gets home after a long practice, lazily throwing out an "i'm home", hoisting his volleyball bag onto the hardwood as you race to greet him at the door, a smile adorning your beaming face as you welcome him back.

roommate!tsukishima who tries to ignore the comfortableness and intimacy the domesticity you've kindled into his life brings, never admitting out loud how much he loves the idea of being able to come home and not be alone—something he's missed so much during his time in college.

roommate!tsukishima who pined over you for so. long. months went by as his feelings started to develop—the very feelings he so fervently ignored in an effort to keep things the way they are—until he reached a breaking point.

roommate!tsukishima who tried his best to hide it, but with the way you looked so cozy in your loungewear around the shared space every night—he swears you'll be the death of him one day. as easy as it is to relax for someone in your presence, it's not easy being your roommate. at least not for kei. he'll be sitting on the couch across from you, catching himself wondering if your skin would feel as soft as it looks underneath his calloused palms.

the slightest movement of you against him is enough to leave him a mess. the nape of his neck rages a violent red as he attempts to gulp his excitement down as he curses himself in his head. c'mon, man; all she did was bump your legs. fuckin' pervert. get your shit together. he may be scolding himself through the process, but he can't stop the way his mind wanders to a place where he finally confesses to you and takes you just the way he likes it, you being such a good girl sittin' pretty on your knees for him.

he'd make you feel so good, have you reeling in pleasure just off his fingers. he can't help but wonder how you'd feel under his grasp, the sheer presence of him on top of you enough to render you speechless.

"tsuki," you wave you hands in front of his face, "hello~? you okay?"

the innocent and genuine look of concern on your face is almost embarrassing considering the situation. if only you knew.

"y.. yeah, i'm alright," he huffs out, "i'm going to my room."

and he we are again, the blonde stuck alone with only his thoughts and pants that are way too tight for comfort. he wonders why he continues to torture himself like this—is he into this or something? or does he genuinely not want to ruin the dynamic that you've worked so hard to cultivate over the time of your shared residency? whatever it may be, the situation is still the same. tsukishima kei is hard from his pretty little roommate who sits right outside his door, unknowing as to why he left the communal space.

sitting back on his bed, he carefully undoes the zipper of his jeans as his cock twitches at the thought of you—you who carries on with your life like nothing's happening with just a thin wall separating you from the profanities going on.

god, what he'd give to just kiss your stupidly attractive face. as much as he act like he isn't, he's a sucker for some soft romantics. he'd probably melt at the feeling of your hands coming up behind him, sliding from the back of his hips and up under his shirt. the thought alone is enough for his dick to be painfully hard.

the pink tip leaks precum as he caresses the head, sighing in relief at the feeling. thoughts of you flood his mind, guiltily fisting his cock with the most salacious images of you playing like a picture show in his mind.

he hisses as he picks up his pace. the sharp exhale that follows causes his head to fly back onto the pillows behind him, his glasses long forgotten on the sheets next to him.

he's a sight to see. a gorgeous one, at that—he may be an asshole, but he's a pretty asshole. his hair is unkempt and messy as his eyes squeeze shut while movies of you play behind shut eyes, impatiently stroking his length as his high gets closer and closer.

maybe you know whats going on. maybe your head is flush up against his unlocked door as you listen to him jack off while strangled whispers of your name fill the room like a prayer. maybe you're just as desperate as he is. he'd never know, though—not until you finally open that door.

his climax finally reaches him as cum shoots out onto his bare chest, toned abs tensing under the hot slick. the post-high guilt catches up to him soon after.

i really should stop doing this, he sighs, rubbing his eyes in annoyance as he gets up to clean his mess.

one day, it'll be your hands on his pretty cock, pumping your hands as you look up at him with all the adoration in the world. one day, that'll be reality. only time will tell.

#tsukishima kei #tsukishima smut #tsukishima x reader #x reader #x f!reader #hq #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #tsukishima headcannons #tsukishima hcs

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renardiererin · 8 months

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renardiererin’s masterlist °♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧

works with [🌱] are sfw! / [🍁] is angst

works with [🪷] are nsfw!

<3 series

the great war: a rintarou suna smau 🌱

emails i can't send x rintarou suna 🌱 (mostly)

<3 individual works

rintarou suna 1. footnote🍁 2. rinnie's fingers🪷 3. domestic rin 🌱 4. rin & face sitting 🪷 5. tattoo artist!suna🪷 6. rin the pussy enthusiast 🪷 7. rin loves pussy. 🪷 8. jealous suna🪷 9. dilf!suna 🪷 10. high infidelity 🪷 11. "baby" 🌱 12. "sweet" by cigarettes after sex 🌱 13. snap. out. of. it.🌱🪷 (suggestive but not explicit) 14. 3am rockstar suna drabble 🌱 15. a dream is a wish your heart makes 🌱 16. dick piercing suna 🪷 17. suna's taylor album ranking 🌱 18. rin who holds your hand 🌱 19. more rockstar suna 🌱 20. dick piercing suna p2 🪷 21. tongue piercing suna 🪷 22. fwb suna 🪷 23. long sleeves 🍁 24. two seconds 🍁 25. rockstar!suna headcanons🌱

26. ankle kisses 🪷

satoru gojo 1. satoru the tits guy🌱🪷 (talks about tits but there's no sex) 2. pussy god toru 🪷

3. priest gojo with a side of sacrilege 🪷

others 1. spit kink (multiple people) 🪷 2. kiyoomi's working 🪷 3. kiyoomi bottoming 🪷

4. pussy god suguru 🪷

5. satosugu studygroup 🪷

6. marriage counselor tsukishima hc 🪷❓(hc, mentions sex but no details / fully explicit writing)

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basilly · 2 years

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i love you

sypnopsis: the different ways they say "i love you"

includes: tsukkishima, atsumu, akaashi, osamu, & kita

warnings: wc 865, swearing, no pronouns mentioned

creds to @sixosix for these prompts

tsukishima kei | “you're a dumbass"

now who would he be if he just outright said "i love you"? he shows his affection through relentless teasing- all out of love though.

"kei... i accidentally ran into the table." "what-"

you rubbed your hip, in attempt to soothe the pain. tsukishima stared at you in disbelief.

"it's?? a massive table y/n" "okay and i have ZERO self awareness" "were you looking at your phone?" "... maybe.... look i was listening to that song you sent me-"

tsukishima starts chuckling before wrapping his arms around you. a small yet fond smile grows on his face.

"you're a dumbass"

miya atsumu | “you could punch me in the face and i would still want you ngl.”

atsumu gets under your skin very often- he has a talent for doing so. but you can't help but adore and love him, he's your precious boyfriend.

you rubbed your temples, trying to register what atsumu was saying. you thought he had been trying to tell you something miniscule.

"'sumu, pause. what are you rambling about?" "i just- i lost the bracelet you gave me and i tried to find it all day, and i thought you'd be mad at me and-"

you almost frowned at the way he was so scared to tell you he lost the bracelet you gave him- which, was like four years ago. you were surprised he had kept it this long.

"oh 'sumu, you should've told me. it's okay, honestly we've had them for so long we should probably get new ones." ".. you're not mad? your not going to like- smack my head?"

you cup his cheeks, placing a small kiss on his nose.

"of course not." "okay- but for the record, you could punch me in the face and i could still want you."

akaashi keiji | “i trust you. it’s okay.”

akaashi takes special care for his things. they may be well worn, but he magically keeps them in good condition. he will always let you borrow his things, but you do try to keep it exactly how you took it.

"are you sure keiji?"

you carefully caressed a gently worn book in your hands. it was his favorite book- you never got the chance to read it with everything in your life going on, but your schedule was finally calming down.

you were a little worried when he offered it for you to borrow. you already decided you're not going to let any liquids near it and keep it in a plastic bag. whenever you could.

to akaashi, he would let you borrow everything from him- no matter what is was. he placed his hands over yours and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead before looking you in the eye.

"i trust you, it's okay. you can borrow whatever you need from me anytime."

miya osamu | “hey…” [hesitates] “be safe, alright?”

osamu is a worrier, an overthinker. he's cautious when you go out at night alone- he doesn't want you to be in a dangerous situation. but as simply best friends, he is in no place to intrude on your decisions.

"okay- i'll be back in a little bit, just heading to the convenience store." "what? this late?"

he sat back against the couch cushions, reading up on a new cookbook. he had come over again for your weekly movie night but the movie was long over by now. turning his attention to you, he took in your appearance once more.

seeing you- in a comfortable setting, full of domesticity, made his heart ache. he thought of the many times he could have confessed, but he wouldn't ruin anything you had to take the risk.

thus, his "i love you"'s are hidden behind words, actions, and gifts. not that you would ever notice, he hopes.

“hey…” [hesitates] “be safe, alright?”

for now he would hide, thinking of how he's too much of a coward.

kita shinsuke | “this—” [points at their chest] “—this belongs to you. always.”

he never hid his feelings to you- always straightforward, to the point your legs almost gave out. he never failed to make your face feel hot, ears almost catching fire out of embarassment.

"are you sure you don't want to come?" "it's atsumu's bachelor party! i couldn't"

you sat on the bed, watching kita button up his shirt. atsumu had planned to take his groomsmen to a nearby club- his fiance had immediately shut down the idea of a strip club (which you were glad for). fiddling with your fingers, you couldn't help but sit there anxiously.

"i can just stay home if you don't like the idea of me going."

you sigh before meeting his eye.

"no- it's okay, really."

a moment of silence passed before you spoke up again, timidly.

".. but what if a really pretty girl came up to you?"

kita almost laughed out loud, pausing from finishing up his tie to walk over to you. kneeling in front of you, he took your hands in his.

"y/n. this- "

he gentured to his chest, right at his heart.

"-- belongs to you. always. and this-"

he taps your engagement ring.

"solidifies it."

you laugh out of embarassment, smooshing your face in his neck.

"okayokay."

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vampkaashis-wife · 2 years

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Tsukishima walks through the door, slipping off his shoes and into the slippers he likes to wear inside. The rhythms of the evening persist as they do every evening; the clink of his keys as he puts them back in his bag, the steady footfall of you coming to greet him, the soft thunk of his bag as he places it on the ground.

And when he looks up from all that, there you are in front of him, a smile on your face. “Welcome home.”

He hums. “I brought dinner. Couldn’t get that katsudon out of my head after we talked about it yesterday.”

“Did you-”

“Obviously, I also bought some takoyaki even though it doesn’t taste as good as eating in-store, but I’m not trying to get massacred tonight.”

You smile. “You know me too well.”

“If I didn’t, who would?” Then he pauses. “Don’t answer that.”

“You’re so silly, asking questions you don’t want answers to.”

He sneers, but it’s merely in jest. “Shut up and tell me about your day.”

“I can’t do both, Kei.”

“Figure it out.”

He starts to unpack the contents of the takeout bag, opening all the boxes and arranging them on the table as you sit across from him. It’s all very domestic, this moment. Very natural and comforting in ways he wouldn’t dare imagine a few years prior.

“Wait, hold on a second.” He interrupts the story you were just starting about your day at work. “Woah, wait, hold on just a second.”

“What?” You can see the tetris pieces locking together in his head, but you still have to wait to figure out what exactly he’s realized.

“You’ve ruined me!”

“What are you talking about, you drama queen?”

“You’ve made me soft,” he pouts. “I used to know what I wanted in life, I had dreams, I had ambitions.”

You roll your eyes. “You still have those, babe. I didn’t take them from you.”

“Yeah, but... Those took the backseat.”

“What took the front seat?”

“You,” he answers honestly. “This.”

“Katsudon? Your katsudon overshadowed your dreams and ambitions?”

“Coming home to you,” he says. “I don’t know when I got so comfortable here... but know that you’re never getting rid of me now. I spent a few seconds trying to imagine the future... And every single thing I imagined had you in it.”

“That’s how a relationship works, I suppose. I’ve been doing that for years.”

“Years??” He all but screeches. “And you didn’t tell me?”

“I did tell you.”

“Nuh uh.”

“You are such a child. Eat your damn dinner.”

This is not the first time Tsukishima Kei realized he was in love with you. It certainly wouldn’t be the last, either. But something was profound about this one. Something exciting in the mundanity of it all.

The rhythms of the evening persist as they do every evening: the clatter of utensils and quiet bickering, the offers to refill water cups and grab extra napkins.

Ruined.

If Tsukishima ever had to live without these moments, he wouldn’t know what to do with himself. (Good thing he’ll never have to figure it out)

#tsukishima fluff #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima scenarios #tsukishima fic #haikyuu drabble #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader

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nametakensff · 11 months

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☔🍂for k/oito or 🧽🌿 for t/sukishima? 💚

I am so sorry this took so long but I am finally done with this excessively horny fic 💀

(Finished K/oito prompt is here 💕)

T/sukishima has increasingly exhibitionistic fantasies about K/oito getting off to his ceaseless allergies. He decides to expose himself to even more allergens to really get under K/oito's skin

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Content:

M/M, established relationship, I guess 'normal', domestic AU? (they own a house in the Chiba suburbs or something), dust allergies, pollen allergies, grass allergies, K/oito has the fetish and T/sukishima loves it, exhibitionism, voyeurism, masturbation, blow jobs

Slapped under a read more - very NSFW (as per lol)

Tsukishima dragged a wrist across his twitching nostrils, grimacing slightly at the twin wet streaks they left on his skin. He was going to sneeze again soon, almost like clockwork. He had known when Koito, dick hard and straining against the fabric of his finely tailored trousers, had thrust him outside to work on the garden that his sneezing wouldn’t cease in the slightest. He knew it was more to get him out of Koito’s immediate vicinity than to actually quell any allergic reactions – he was just as allergic to pollen and grass as he was to all the dust their spring-cleaning attempts had unearthed.

Koito hated cleaning – had grown up in a house where well-mannered servants would sneak in while he was at school and make his bed for him. His already sour mood would not allow for the extra irritation of fetishistic desire heating his skin and leaving goosebumps in its wake with every harsh sneeze from his lover. He had ground his teeth and clutched the sponge in his hand like a stress ball, attempting to ignore each fit of messy, desperate sneezes that forced their way out of Tsukishima until he simply couldn’t take it anymore.

Still, Tsukishima thought to himself, it wasn’t as if he could help his reaction to various allergens any more than Koito could help his own reciprocal arousal. He had offered to get Koito off – it was no skin off his nose if their cleaning was dragged out by a couple of fucks on the living room floor. It would be a welcome distraction from the itchy tears that spilled from his eyes and the near constant buzz in his sinuses. But no. Koito’s hatred for chores of any kind had won out over the erection that throbbed with every drenching sneeze Tsukishima let out unhindered. He simply wanted the cleaning done. And so, Tsukishima had been banished, out of sight and out of mind. Though perhaps not entirely out of hearing.

He paused where he knelt before the bed of flowers, glove-clad hands frozen in their motion of pulling errant weeds from the dirt. His breath stuttered as the tickle crested for what was easily the hundredth time that day. Yeah, he was definitely going to sneeze again. His small nostrils twitched devilishly, almost lustily, in preparation for his fit. He ushered it in with several measured, deep breaths through his nose before his body reflexively took over for him, chest heaving as the gasps grew shorter and closer together until –

“Hehhh’EIIIISH’ooooh!! HEEIIISH!!! HAHDDT’choo!!”

He cringed forward with them, resting his palms on his thighs, allowing each sneeze free range of the air. The flowers in front of him were blown back by the force of his expulsions before bobbing back into place, glittering droplets settling on their waxy petals. He watched the heavy cloud of spray dissipate and shivered pleasantly in the aftermath. Those sneezes had felt particularly euphoric, if not a little messier than he had bargained for. Small trails of mess hung threateningly down to his lower lip. He lifted the neck of his tank top up to squeeze it away, worrying his nose through the fabric for a few extra seconds when he realised how good it felt to physically bully the tickle into submission.

Satisfied he was done for the moment, he returned to his work. He wondered if Koito had heard him from inside their home – having made no effort to hold back, it was likely. He hoped it made his cock throb. The thought of driving Koito up the wall whilst he innocently tended to their garden was certainly making it harder to concentrate on the task at hand. He gave his own budding erection a welcoming squeeze through the fabric of his jeans, promising himself he would take a break soon to relieve himself in their downstairs bathroom.

Most people would probably be surprised to learn that behind his placid and stony composure lay a bottomless pit of sexual desire. He didn’t blame them – it’s not like it was something one advertised to the world. It had certainly shocked Koito, though it had also delighted him. Tsukishima had been happy to finally find a partner who could keep up with him in bed, let alone someone he had fallen deeply in love with. He found his mind wandering, jumping from one glorious image to another: Koito bringing him to orgasm with his strong, brown hands; Koito taking him into his mouth and sucking him down like he was the sweetest thing he had ever tasted; Koito pressing into him with his generous length and fucking him mercilessly until he came untouched.

He was entirely hard now. The second his love was done with the cleaning, he was fucking him. The delayed gratification of these mind-numbing chores would make it all the sweeter.

His nose was tickling again, nostrils beginning to flare and pinken as the sensation teased them. He imagined Koito watching him from one of their upstairs windows, perhaps pretending to clean the window pane, eyes locked on Tsukishima as he knelt back in preparation for another spraying release.

The itch was so strong it sent shivers throughout his extremities. Sometimes the tickle before the sneeze was just as enjoyable – the way it toyed with him, forced him to abandon all control and offer himself up to it. His tongue pressed up against his bottom teeth, flexing gently in a way that helped the tickle to culminate. He wasn’t sure why this worked for him, but he hoped Koito could make out his desperate expression – nostrils twitching, eyelids starting to droop against the tickle, mouth hanging open. A ridiculous sight to see, he was sure. Koito would delight in it.

The tickle suddenly swelled, tears prickling at the corners of his eyes as his allergies had their way with him.

“HEH! Hh-HH-HDDT-!! HEIIIISHHH’oooh!! HZZSCH’Ooh!! HEH-EIISSHH!! EISSSH’Oooohh!! Oh…”

The sneezes electrified him, washing over him in waves and leaving his head swimming with pleasure. He trembled when he was done, a small sigh escaping him as he wiped his damp lips against a raised forearm. The flowers, mercilessly baptised once again, bobbed gently in their bed. Not exactly what Koito had meant when he told me to water the flowers, but much more preferable, I’m sure. He allowed himself a small smirk, finishing up his work as he fantasised about Koito coming into his own hand, maybe all over the recently cleaned window pane, as he watched Tsukishima lose all control in the garden below. He knew Koito would be feeling honest-to-god jealousy watching him bathe their marigolds in his spray, wishing for all the world he could trade places with the lucky plants. His cock throbbed again and again.

Flower beds successfully de-weeded, he stood up and wiped his gloved hands half-heartedly on his jeans. He scanned the garden for other chores. Since Koito had not given him the go-ahead to come back inside just yet, he figured he would need to find something else to do outside. Their grass was freshly mown – they had organised for this to be done whilst they were both at work last week; Koito, because he hated it as much as any other chore, and Tsukishima, because he would be unable to mow straight for sneezing.

Looking round one last time, he confirmed it. There really was nothing left to be done. He would go back inside – Koito would just have to accept that he was going to sniffle and sneeze for the remainder of the day, the combined dust and pollen having done more than enough damage. A couple of orgasms would probably be just the ticket to helping him unwind, as much as he may initially fight it. Maybe Tsukishima could finish all the dusting for him while Koito lay back on their couch, cock in hand and watching as the shorter man wasn’t quite as careful with the feather duster as he should be.

He shook his head and smiled softly. Even if Koito wasn’t in the mood for sex, he certainly needed to get himself off. These fantasies were getting out of control.

He was just about to re-enter the house through their sliding screen door when he heard the familiar rumbles of a lawn mower engine being fired into ignition. Focusing in on the sound, he realised it was next door – the Yamato household. One would think their lawn would have no grass left, given the house-proud diligence with which Mr Yamato upheld his rigid mowing schedule. Whenever Tsukishima normally heard the tell-tale engine sounds from across the fence, he made sure that every window was shut tight against the offending grass-filled air. If he was outside, he’d scramble inside as quickly as he possibly could, lest he sneeze his proverbial brains out for hours afterwards.

Today was not a normal day. Today, he felt like enjoying the spring sun for just a little while longer. Perhaps he had missed a few weeds in the flower beds after all. It was merely a coincidence that they sat up against the adjoining fence to the Yamato property. Surely Koito would understand.

Tsukishima felt his heart race at what he was about to do. It felt scandalous, willingly exposing himself to allergens – sure, he’d induced with them before for Koito’s pleasure, but he’d never actually let himself linger outside in the line of exposure to mown grass before. His reaction to it was downright nuclear, much more rapid than the prolonged, drawn out sneezes his allergies to pollen and dust teased out of him. Grass left him dizzy and breathless. This was objectively a stupid idea. And yet, it had his cock throbbing – the image of Koito, fussing over him in his allergic misery, completely torn between loving concern and the desire to bury himself to the hilt inside the shorter man as his body was wracked with sneeze after sneeze after sneeze.

Either way, it was too late now. He heard Yamato begin his predictable pattern up and down the lawn, could smell the tantalising fresh scent of the grass as it floated on the air. He absent-mindedly patted the dirt of the flower bed, attempting to look like he was actually gardening, all the while taking gentle inhales through his tickly nostrils.

Five minutes later, he’d had more than enough. Through sheer willpower, he had managed to hold back what he knew would be an incredible fit. Eyes overflowing with allergic tears, he pulled his feet free of his boots and made his way into the house, peeling off his garden gloves and dropping them haphazardly on the kitchen counter. He choked on a sudden gasp of air, sure he would lose his composure at last, before he managed to reel himself back in. The desperate inhale had echoed loudly in the otherwise quiet household, and it was following this that Tsukishima heard Koito making his way downstairs.

“Tsukishima? Are you done with the garden?”

Of course, he was completely unable to answer, right on the precipice of losing control as he was. He could only stand there and gasp, eyes swimming with tears and nostrils flared to capacity, desperately holding back until Koito could reach him. He saw the blurred image of Koito freeze in the doorframe, heard the “Wha-?!” as the taller man took in the sight of him stood there, chest heaving as he hitched, and hitched, and hitched…

It was too much. Sucking in a final breath, Tsukishima surrendered himself to the overwhelming tickle as it ground cruelly against his sinuses.

“HAH-EIIIISH’OOOOH!!”

His body rocked forward with the force of it, entire face buzzing with the itch. He heard Koito moan. His lips twitched into a smile, or at least tried to as his jaw dropped open to welcome in another huge breath. The tickle felt like a feather pressed right up against the deepest part of his nostril – no longer a pointed spike of irritation but an eye-watering tingling that seemed to trigger every nerve all at once. It was so intense that he felt helpless to do anything but usher the next sneeze in as quickly as possible, desperate for relief.

“HADT!! HEEEISHHHOooh!!”

Even to his own ears, the sneeze sounded impossibly wet. He could feel the resulting moisture on his lips clearly enough to picture the aerosol cloud it had produced. He imagined droplets soaring down onto the kitchen tile, cleaned just this morning. He heard Koito curse and stride towards him, reaching out and steadying him by the elbow as he exploded with another “HEH-EISSHHHH!!” He barely had time to lick his bottom lip clean before the rest were upon him.

“HAH-EIIISHHHOOH! HDDD’SHHH!! HAHD’DZZZ’SHOOH!! EISHHHH!!!”

Koito was leading him to the living room now, and he tried his best to walk whilst he erupted helplessly, his nose trying with all its might to expunge the grass, pollen and remnants of dust that tickled and teased.

Staying outside and exposing his already abused sinuses to even more allergens really had been stupid – he knew that, and he knew he’d be sneezing for practically the rest of the day. But it felt so fucking good to sneeze like this – violent, unabashed, desperate sneezes that soothed the itch like a balm. His skin prickled with pleasure, goosebumps rising to the surface. He gasped again, felt his head shake briefly as the tickle held him on the edge before he plummeted forward with a supremely pleasurable “HADT’DIIISSHHOOooh!!”

“Bless you, honey, bless you, jesus christ!”

Koito knelt before him where he had pushed him down on the couch. He sounded positively ruined, more out of breath than Tsukishima, if that were even possible at this point. Knowing his lover had purposely placed himself directly in the firing range of his powerful sneezes, Tsukishima made a point to lean forward and drench him as much as he could manage. He could make out the unmistakeable sound of frantic masturbation. It was distinctively wet sounding, the ‘shlck-shlck’ of Koito’s hand as he stroked himself with abandon betraying just how aroused he’d become in a matter of minutes.

“HAHH-EISHHOOOh!! EEIISHHH!! HAH’EIIIIIISSSSHHHHH!!! Ahh, K-koito-!! I can’t s-stopp-!!”

He felt Koito’s hand grasp for his knee and squeeze tight.

“Tsukishima, you’re going to make me-!”

Koito cut himself off with a breathless whimper. He was so close now. Tsukishima wanted to watch him come but knew that was an impossibility – he could barely open his eyes a fraction of the way before the tickle forced them shut, and the allergic tears all but blinded him. He could only sneeze, and luckily that was exactly what both of them wanted. He snorted back some of the mess that was dripping down to his lips, igniting an itch so fierce the resulting sneezes tumbled out of him rapid-fire and breathless.

“HDDT’EIIISSHHH-EIIISHHHH-EISHHHH-EEEISH-ISSHH-SHHHTT!!”

His lungs forced him to suck in a choppy gasp to fuel a massive, final sneeze to round off the fit. He buckled forward, grasping blindly for the arm of the couch to steady himself as it tore through him.

“HHDDDT-!! EEII’YESHHHHOOOOoohhh-!!”

He heard Koito’s pleasured whine, and in his mind and on the floor kneeling before him, Koito orgasmed hard. He practically shuddered with it, that last sneeze echoing in his ears and dripping down his face in rivulets. Never before had he heard Tsukishima sneeze so violently and so consecutively, and he had been lucky enough to be drenched head-on with every single gorgeous explosion. Each time he expected the pleasurable waves to recede, the delicate motion of his hand would send a new one pulsing through him, leaving him twitching helplessly.

Tsukishima struggled to catch his breath, rubbing his eyes one at a time with the base of his palms. He seemed to be done sneezing for the immediate moment, though he knew he’d be starting up again soon enough. Koito’s fingers continue to pulse convulsively where they gripped his knee. Finally able to open his eyes and squint down between his legs, he noted with no small amount of pride that Koito was still coming, cock flicking back and forth in the caged prison of his brown hand. The results of his orgasm splattered over the floor, the couch, even Tsukishima’s trouser leg.

At last, Koito sagged forward with a reedy sigh, signalling the end of his pleasure. He leaned his forehead against Tsukishima’s thigh, cock still in hand, drooping and leaking all over the floor.

“Fuckkk……” He sighed against the shorter man’s thigh. Tsukishima’s chest rumbled with a low chuckle.

“You okay?” He stroked the nape of Koito’s neck, finding it damp with sweat.

“Hnnng….”

“You’re getting your own cum all over yourself.”

Koito bristled and scoffed.

“As if you’ve ever had a problem with that before.”

“True. But it’s not exactly conducive to a successful spring cleaning.”

Koito peered up at him, flushed and glassy eyed but still managing to look daggers at Tsukishima as if he hadn’t just had the orgasm of a lifetime with his boyfriend’s sneezes dripping down his face.

“And whose fault is that, you allergic bastard! Fuck!”

Koito scrambled forward, incensed, and squeezed Tsukishima’s own neglected erection through his pants. Tsukishima gasped at the pleasure-pain of it, long overdue an orgasm of his own. Koito smirked as he felt the phallus under his palm throb enthusiastically in response. He quickly set to undoing the fly of the shorter man’s pants and extracted Tsukishima’s painfully hard cock. It was as thick and solid as the rest of the man, the sight leaving Koito’s mouth watering in anticipation - and then he was expertly sucking the length of it into his mouth.

Tsukishima bucked up involuntarily, the sudden feeling of his entire cock being encased in the velvet heat of Koito’s mouth and throat overwhelming him and forcing a deep groan out of him. This is what he had wanted. This is what exposing himself to his terrible grass allergies had been for. Koito bobbed his head in earnest and Tsukishima rested a hand in his hair, slinging his other arm over the back of the couch as he watched his partner work him.

Koito pulled off him suddenly with a lewd pop.

“You taste amazing.” He admitted, taking him back into his mouth.

Tsukishima moaned appreciatively as Koito swirled his tongue around the head of his cock before sinking down on the rest of his length.

“Thanks. Been working up a sweat for you.”

Koito hummed and continued to tease him, using his tongue to run up the thick vein on the underside of Tsukishima’s cock. He was so damned good at this. Tsukishima was suddenly overwhelmed with both intense attraction and fondness for Koito. He carded his hand through the younger man’s hair.

“I thought about you watching me. In the garden.”

Koito paused for just a moment, eyes searching Tsukishima’s face, imploring him to elaborate before he returned to his ministrations.

“I imagined you stood by the window, touching yourself as you watched me sneeze. And I did sneeze, darling, I sneezed so much. All over our flowers. It felt so good.”

Koito whimpered around his dick. Tsukishima continued.

“I put on quite a show for you, just in case. I didn’t hold back at all – I’m surprised you couldn’t hear me. I’m sure all of the neighbours did. It made me hard.”

Koito froze for a split-second before frantically pulling off him. The sudden rush of cold air on his naked, wet cock sent shivers running through Tsukishima. The younger man gazed at him, eyes blazing with undisguised lust, and grabbed him by the front of his tank top.

“Bedroom. Now.”

Tsukishima blinked and gestured around the room with one hand.

“What about-“

“Cleaning be damned! I need to be inside of you. Get your ass up before I go genuinely insane.”

Tsukishima smirked and rose to his feet, cock slapping against his belly with the movement. He rubbed a finger under his twitching nostrils just to watch the way Koito’s eyes locked in on the movement.

“Yes, sir.”

Koito regarded him for a moment longer before his eyes fixed on the far corner of the room. He pointed at the large feather duster, rudely abandoned following Tsukishima’s banishment to the garden.

“And bring that with you.”

#nametakenfic #g/olden k/amuy #sneezefic #sneeze kink #sneezefucker #snz fet #snz kink #snzblr #snzfucker

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chaoticevilorange · 2 years

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Haikyuu

Haikyuu boys x reader scenarios

Videogames: fight games

Taking care of his s/o

Slow dancing with his s/o

Rainy days

Taking care of you during your period

Watching an episode without him

Caught in the rain

Soft kisses

Little accident

Stealing kisses

Stealing time (slight NSFW)

He gets sick

Romance movie cliché

His s/o having weird manners

Comforting his s/o after a nightamare

Reactions to getting piercings

You sleep at his place for 1st time

Jealous hq boys (highschool steamy edition)

Watching a sad movie with you

What kind of thirst trap does he sends you

He and his team see you play

Asking you to move in with them

How he acts after he realises he’s falling for you

Playing among us with the haikyuu boys

Colombian or hispanic s/o short drabbles

His s/o gives him a love bite

You walk on them while they change (as friends)

He walks on you while you change (as friends)

You kiss him in front of his team

First thing in the morning

What domestic chore he hates most

First time spending the night with you

He realises he’s falling for you

They watch a scary movie with you

Jealous hq boys (time skip steamy edition)

You ask if he can help you with your sunblock

You smack his ass (suggestive)

They wake up on your chest

They catch you staring

Cuddling sessions

First kiss

They help you to study

Falling asleep on their lap

Special events

500 followers: MSBY Proposal

400 followers: first time (slight nfsw)

300 followers: Inarizaki´s new addition

Shiratorizawa´s sweet/badass manager

Captains as husbands; Daichi, Oikawa, Ushijima, Kuroo, Bokuto, Kita

His s/o calling them petnames for the first time (only nekoma)

200 followers: Day off

Kabedon scenarios: Ushijima, Sakusa and Suna

100 followers: How he reacts to you calling him “husband”

Friendship headcanons; being childhood friends with the twins

Chat: Miya twins

Chat: Kageyama & Daichi

Characters hc and one shots

Tsukishima Kei:

Steps back

Tsukishima Kei x reader

Suna Rintarō:

Suna Rintaro x reader

Where he left you

Iwaizumi Hajime:

Manhandled

Visiting your family (fem spanish/latin s/o)

Iwaizumi Hajime x reader fluff

His s/o is a heat thief

Kita Shinsuke:

His to love (smut)

Kita Shinsuke x reader fluff

Ushijima Wakatoshi:

Interview

How he reacts when someone kiss your forehead

Ushijima Wakatoshi x reader fluff

Sakusa Kiyoomi:

Love is blindness

MSBY Black Jackals: How you meet

MSBY Black Jackals: Friends to lovers

Bokuto Kōtaro:

MSBY Black Jackals: How you meet

MSBY Black Jackals: Friends to lovers

Bokuto Kōtaro x reader fluff

Miya Atsumu:

MSBY Black Jackals: How you meet

You didn’t knew he was a volleyball player (time skip Atsumu)

Friends to lovers headcanons

Late valentine’s day

Miya Osamu:

Osamu Miya x reader

Osamu x reader fluff request

Hinata Shoyo:

MSBY Black Jackals: How you meet

Hinata Shoyo x reader fluff

Kenma Kozume:

Special request : he visits you in the hospital

Kenma Kozume x reader fluff

Oikawa Tōru:

Jealous

Oikawa Toru x Gn!reader

Various

Asahi Azumane x reader

Daichi Sawamura x reader

Nishinoya Yū x reader

Yamaguchi Tadashi x reader

Kuroo Tetsuro x reader

Satori Tendou x reader

Sugawara Kōshi x reader

Akaashi Keiji x reader

Tobio Kageyama x reader

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hazyletter · 10 months

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kageyama running his hand through tsukishima's soft locks who's silently scrolling through his phone with his head on kageyama's lap and his other hand is occupied with putting popcorn on his mouth while he watches clips of MSBY vs EJP on the tv

tsukishima even jokingly threatened kageyama with a serious face that if he tries to use the hand that he was eating the popcorn with to touch tsukishima's hair, they're breaking up

#domestic timeskip tsukikage :')#tsukikage #kagetsuki #kageyama tobio #tsukishima kei #haikyuu

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pearlsephoni · 2 years

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Tsukkiyama Week, Day 4: Adoration | Love

Can also be read on AO3!

Rating: G

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Pairing: Tsukkiyama (Tsukishima/Yamaguchi)

Characters: Kei Tsukishima, Tadashi Yamaguchi

Word Count: 1,063

Summary: Bad days are unfortunately inevitable. Thankfully, Kei and Tadashi have each other to make them a little better.

A/N: Author’s notes can be read on AO3.

Between volleyball practice and his tendency to lose track of time at the museum, Kei was used to getting home after Tadashi. What he wasn’t used to was seeing his boyfriend’s shoes, keys, and jacket put away…and not his boyfriend.

“Yamaguchi?” Nothing. Kei put away his things and slid on his slippers before heading further into the apartment. “Tadashi?” He walked through an empty living room, and glanced into an empty kitchen, and passed an empty bathroom on his way to the bedroom…which was, thankfully, not empty.

“Ah.” Kei wasn't greeted by his boyfriend, but rather the sight of a lump under the blankets on Tadashi’s side of the bed. A soft huff of a laugh escaped Kei’s nose as he sat on the edge of the bed next to the lump.

“Hi.” A muffled grunt answered him. “Would you like me to make you some tea and dinner after I shower?”

The lump moved, then the blankets shifted, until dark, messy hair appeared at the top, followed by sleepy brown eyes. “I’m so tired, Tsukki.”

“I know.”

“People get so mean about the stupidest things.”

“I know.”

“What about blenders is worth getting so mad about? I don’t get it.”

“Me, neither.” Kei gently ran his fingers through the mess of Tadashi’s hair, combing some of the short, staticky strands back down. “But those aren’t an answer to my question.”

Tadashi let out a soft whine and clung even tighter to the blankets. “I dunnoooo. I know we need to eat, but I just wanna stay in bed and go to sleep.”

“I’m not gonna let you do that.” Kei’s fingers traced a path from Tadashi’s hair to the top of his cheek, where his thumb brushed over the gentle curve just visible over the blankets. “I’ll make dinner, and get some food in you, and then we can go back to rotting in bed. Okay?”

There was another whine, before Tadashi mumbled, “Okay.”

It was so rare to see Tadashi like this, all sulky and lazy and whiny, and while it would have annoyed Kei coming from anyone else, he couldn’t seem to muster anything but exasperated fondness when it came from his boyfriend.

His shower was quicker than usual, his mind focused on getting in the kitchen and cooking dinner as soon as possible. He knew just what to make, too — maybe he couldn’t whip up French fries just the way Tadashi liked them, but he could make a mean spicy udon, with just enough spice to make those warm eyes tear up over a very full, very happy smile.

Part of Kei had expected (or maybe just hoped) that the smells coming from the kitchen would lure Tadashi out of bed. No matter how sulky and lazy he was feeling, he wasn’t going to be eating dinner in bed. Even if Kei didn’t feel a weird aversion to eating there, he still would’ve wanted to get Tadashi on his feet just a little bit. It couldn’t be good for him, being catatonic in bed since getting back from work.

Apparently Tadashi didn’t care about the smells or his own health — he stayed holed up in the bedroom the entire time Kei cooked. It wasn’t anything personal, Kei knew that, of course he did, but he couldn’t help feeling a little put out by Tadashi’s absence.

Maybe that was why, in an uncharacteristic burst of apathy for the state of their bedsheets, Kei plated the fresh noodles and brought them to the bedroom. If the smell wouldn’t get Tadashi up, then maybe proximity would.

It took all of his balance to make sure he could properly perch on the bed without tilting the plate, but once he was settled, he was able to lean in just enough to whisper, “Come eat, Tadashi.” Kei could see his eyes scrunch up, and knew that he was ready to plead to be left in bed.

Then his nostrils flared, and his eyes slowly blinked open, eyebrows furrowed. “Is that…is that spicy udon?”

“It is.”

Tadashi’s eyes widened. “Can I have it?”

“You can if you get up.”

“Tsukkiiiii, you already brought it in here!”

“Just to lure you out. C’mon.”

There was a beat of silence, of the two of them simply staring at each other. Then, as quick as Hinata, Tadashi was sitting up and lunging for the plate. Kei somehow managed to anticipate that, and he immediately held the plate out of Tadashi’s reach, leaning away as he did. “Oh, come on, that’s not fair!”

“I don’t want to be fair,” Kei answered in a flat voice, “I want you to get out of bed.”

“Tsukki, it’s mine! Just give it to me!” Tadashi pushed himself to his knees to try and reach the plate, but he just ended up nearly falling over Kei’s lap. The only thing that saved him was the arm that he’d braced around Kei’s shoulders, which kept him somewhat upright, but also tugged Kei towards him.

For a moment, Kei could only stare at Tadashi as he laughed at himself, smiling so hard that his eyes scrunched up and let his lashes brush freckled cheeks. He could feel his heart jolt when those dark eyes fluttered open and met his. He was so…so…

“Tsukki?”

Without thinking, Kei ducked his head and pressed their lips together, pulling a surprised squeak from Tadashi. It didn’t take long for a gentle hand to cup his cheek, and when he pulled away, it was to see Tadashi gazing at him with an impossibly soft smile. Kei felt his lips curve into a matching smile, before he decided to break the spell. “Will you come eat now?”

Tadashi rolled his eyes dramatically, his hand dropping from Kei’s cheek. “Fiiiiiine. But I’m going back to bed as soon as dinner’s done.”

“That’s rude. You don’t think my cooking will make you feel better?”

“I didn’t say I’d go back to rotting in bed,” Tadashi hummed with an impish grin. “I was thinking I could thank you in bed instead.”

He took Kei’s surprised silence as his chance to roll off of his lap and pad out of the bedroom, not bothering to straighten out his rumpled clothing or ruffled hair.

Well. Hm. Kei suddenly didn’t care about how his dinner was received — he was much more interested in what awaited him after.

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