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revasserium · 8 months

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at first sight

ft. kageyama, daichi, sugawara, tsukishima, osamu, atsumu

kageyama.

the first time he sees you, he knows you’re the one — the knows the same way he knew when his grandfather had put a volleyball into his one year old arms, the same way he knew when he’d hit his first perfect service ace, the same way he knows on the first of september, on the first breath of chilly morning air that fall is here. he knows because when he bumps into you outside ariake station, all flustered fingers and a too-deep frown and the stuttering question of excuse me, how exactly do you get to ariake stadium? on his lips, you’d smiled instead of stared, glanced down at the crumpled directions suga-senpai had written down for him for a single second before jerking your head towards the wide crosswalk, asking him to follow you and he had, without a second thought. he’d known then, deep in the seat of his stomach, like a swallowed pill or a really well-done bowl of noodles that you were going to be the one. he doesn’t know why — can’t explain the science or the sanity, but when he’d asked you, again in that strained, stuttering voice of his, still frowning too hard, if you could leave your number because he wanted to thank you with maybe a drink, or… something else if you don’t drink. i mean, i can’t drink since it’s the peak season but… and you’d reached for the piece of paper, scribbled down your number and winked, he had known. the same way he knew before every service ace against france — he had known. oh, this is it. you’re the one i’ve been waiting for.

daichi.

the first time he sees you, he’d… well, he had doubted. because, you see, he’s never been one for fairytales but you were the new hire at suga’s school and he’d seen how good you were with the kids, how they adored you, and he thought that maybe, just maybe, he could adore you like that too. and he did — still does, in fact. he’d known later that night, when suga had dragged him to an after school thing, shoved him down at the table and ordered a round of drinks, though daichi’s sure he’d already been drunk on the sound of your laughter, bright and sparkling and champagne sweet. he’d known later that week, when you’d shown up outside the station with a colorfully wrapped bento and the sweetest smile, saying something about having made too much food the night before, and that the station’s on the way to work anyways. he’d known then that you were the one, the only one for him. and you see, daichi’s never been one for fairytales but he does believe in magic — there’s the magic of meeting, the magic of knowing, and so much the magic of falling in love. and he wakes up every morning, smiling, knowing that he’ll taste that same magic every moment of every day, because he gets to spend all those days and all those nights with you.

sugawara.

the first time he sees you, he knows you’re the one — he knew like he’d always known himself, implicitly and without question — he knew, and he told everyone in the world — except for you. of course, he could never tell you — not yet, not till he’s gotten it perfect, the perfect confession, the perfect day, the perfect time — except a part of him also knows that there’s no such thing as perfection (except, of course, for you) and that all he’s doing is stalling and sure, even tsukishima had called him out on it but he’d convinced himself that not yet. it takes three months for him to ask you out on your first date. and three days after that for him to have a wedding fully planned in his head. the first time you kiss, you kiss him, and he can’t really remember what the pair of you were doing but he can remember it was cold — it was winter, and then suddenly, your lips were on his and he wasn’t cold anymore. he wasn’t anything anymore other than happy — so, so stupidly happy. he knew then, like he’d known for so, so many days and months before, that you were the one. the kiss — well (so he tells you later on, many years later), the kiss just sealed the deal.

tsukishima.

the first time he sees you, he knows you’re the one — of course he doesn’t tell anyone or do anything about it, because there’s no reason to make a fuss, is there? he knew like he’d known, somewhere in the back of his mind, that he’d never really be able to give up volleyball, that he loved it and loves it still. he knew, but knowing and acting on the knowing are two totally different things and see — he had no reason to think he and you might have anything in common, him with his quiet, museum-job, you with your summertime smile and sun-bleached hair, powdered sugar dusting the front of your apron as you greeted customers at the sweets shop down the street from the museum. he’d never had a beignet before he met you and yet — the first time he takes a bite, he thinks he might start to believe in love at first sight. when you ask him what he thinks, it takes everything in his power not to say i think i might be in love with you. he doesn’t say that, of course he doesn’t — he says something else he can’t remember, something casual and nonchalant, but you’d grinned like he said what he meant to say anyway. he takes another bite of the beignet and licks his lips. there’s powdered sugar everywhere and he finds that he doesn’t really mind.

osamu.

the first time he sees you, you’re talking to his twin brother. and it’s not a strange thing, atsumu’s always been the more outgoing on of the two, but he pauses nonetheless, pauses to stare even though he knows it’s rude, but… well, he can’t really help it. not when it’s you. and then atsumu is laughing and introducing you to him, saying something about you being the new assistant manager of the team but osamu’s entire world shrinks to the size of this counter, of a bowl of rice and the white of your teeth as you stretch your lips into a smile. the shop isn’t open yet, and you help him with tea. the whole team is there but osamu doesn’t remember a single thing anyone says — he just remembers the smooth of your skin when your leg had brushed up against his under the table. he remembers thinking then — ah, this is it, isn’t it? and so, it had been. it takes a week for atsumu to figure it out, and by then, osamu’s already taken you on three different dates to three different places. you’d laughed when he told you later on that atsumu had been pissed because apparently, he’d thought you were cute first. but you’d shaken your head, taken his hand in yours and swung them between your bodies, saying that y’know, the first time i saw you… i knew it’d be you.

atsumu.

the first time he sees you, you’re walking out of his brother’s shop — there’s a grain of rice at the edge of your lips and he nearly bumps into you because he can’t stop staring. he leans in to flick the rice grain off your face before he even knows your name, and that is how he knew. your blush had been too cute, your wide-eyed surprise to sweet for him to let go of. the rush of adrenaline making his whole body feel heady and light, the weight of the summer sky draped across his shoulders. he smirks, cocks his head, asks if you’d like another drink — on the house. he never imagined you might say no — and you don’t. atsumu’s never told anyone he believes in love at first sight — he’s never needed to. osamu has always known. they’d found volleyball together, hadn’t they? and hadn’t that been a decided thing too? the second he landed his first ace, he had known. and so, he claims, it had been like that with you. he’d ducked back into the shop, met osamu’s eyes, slung an arm around your shoulders and grinned. he knew, and you too, you’d known, even though it had taken him a while to coax it out of you, but he says the way you smiled gave it away. and maybe it did — not that it matters. he’d seen you that afternoon, coming out of his brother’s shop and he’d known there’d be no one else but you.

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ariesrondeletia · 4 years

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Which yandere haikyuu characters do you think would end up kidnapping their s/o?

Art credit: ながる

Thank you so much for this request! I haven’t made a list before and this was so much fun to do. Because of that I got kind of carried away tho… If you want me to write another school team let me know, I’m more than happy to rant about these haicuties. Sorry, that’s cheesy but I love them.

I think almost every yandere has the potential to kidnap their darling if they’re pushed far enough. There’s a lot of reasons to kidnap a darling ranging from wanting to protect the darling to a desire to keep the darling all to themselves. That said, some yanderes are more likely to kidnap their darling than others. For this list, I’ll just go through Karasuno and rank them from least to most likely.

Yachi wouldn’t dream of locking her darling up. She’s undeserving of even the slightest glance. She could never bring herself to do anything that could potentially harm her darling. Plus, she doesn’t have a clue about how to kidnap her darling. The furthest she’ll go is sneaking into your room to watch you sleep and maybe grab that old t-shirt in the back of your closet. You can always feel her presence just over your shoulder but she’s good at hiding herself away before she could get caught. Honestly, it’ll take ages for her to gather the courage just to speak to you. And when she does, she can only stumble through a compliment. She’s so adorable that you’ll forgive her stranger habits, even though she leans in to smell your hair from time to time. She won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to and it’s because of that very kindness chances are you’ll become such a cute couple. With her doing her best to make you happy, you find yourself making more and more time for her. Just pray that you never stumble upon her twisted shrine. All in all a 1/10.

Asahi worships his darling and would never risk anything that could potentially make his darling hate him. He desperately wants to ensure the safety of his darling, but the thought of them being angry is too much to bear. He’s far more likely to try to persuade his darling to stay with him. It’ll start with him just suggesting the two of you becoming roommates to cut down on costs. From there he’ll push himself into your life, staying on the sidelines, but always nearby should you through any scrap of attention his way. He’s so needy and clingy, but he’s such a sweet guy. He’ll make you paranoid by subtlely pushing his anxieties off on you until you become just as afraid of the outside world as he is. It takes some convincing, but he’ll do everything he can to make you work from home. You’ll spend most of your time indoors. He’ll beg you to stay here any time you mention the outside world. But if you push wanting to go outside, he won’t stop you. He’ll trail you like a helpless puppy, but he won’t ever stop you from doing something you want to do. He also gets a 1/10.

For the most part, Yamaguchi is in the same vein as Asahi. The main difference is that Yamaguchi’s fears lie less with the outside world and more with you leaving him. He’s not used to being completely independent, it’s something he’s only beginning to learn throughout being on the team. He’s very dependent on you. Whenever you’re around he wants you to make every choice for him. He’ll ask about which shirt looks better on him, what kind of meals he should make, what kind of flowers he should plant, whether or not he should change his hair. He wants you to praise him at every turn. And he’s willing to go to any length to become your ideal man. Because he’s so dependent on you he’ll beg you to stay by his side. He simply can’t live without you and it’s so hard to say no to him. He’s a lot pushier than you’d expect. He’ll cling to you and cry if you try to leave. You can push him away and go despite his protests, but it won’t stop him from stalking you. I’d put him at a 2/10.

Suga seems like such a sweetheart, but he’ll do almost anything to keep his darling safe and happy. He’s already incredibly clever and when you combine that with his intense love for you it results in a very manipulative yandere. He’s not cruel about it, he merely wants to convince you that the two of you are perfect for one another. He adores you and that comes through with every gift he gives, every smile he sends your way, and with every compliment that is just so genuine, it makes your heart soar. What you don’t know is that he’s spent hours watching you in order to ensure that he can give you the perfect gift and know the exact compliment to quell your anxieties. It’s painstaking work but it’s worth it if it means you’ll stay with him. When he asks you out you won’t hesitate. Your relationship is the best you’ve ever had, at least from the perspective you have. Suga’s good at keeping all of his less desirable tendencies out of sight. But now that he knows every need, every insecurity, every desire, and every thought that goes through your head, he’ll have no trouble finding the right words to keep you away from the world. He’s so subtle about it you’ll forget why you even wanted to go outside. There’s nothing for you there, he’s all you need. He gets a 4/10.

Kiyoko believes that she knows what’s best for her darling. She’s spent most of her highschool life subtly mentoring a team of volleyball players. At this point, she’s so used to people looking up to her that she’s shocked to find someone more perfect than she is. Even if no one else can tell, she knows what a catch you are. She’s so sweet as she babies you. She’ll act like an older sister type, always watching over you. She’s there to help you with your homework, so kindly fixing your mistakes. You can come to her for advice anytime you need. It won’t be long before she gets more and more controlling. She’ll pick out your clothes for you and she’ll cook healthy meals for you. It feels like she’s just a loving girlfriend taking care of you, but in reality, she’s making you dependent on her. Soon you’ll be coming to her for every little problem you have, not realizing how helpless you are without her. If you try to leave, you’ll find life to be significantly harder without her. As soon as you face any challenge Kiyoko will appear by your side, showing you how much easier life could be if you’d just let her love you. Matching Suga, she gets a 4/10.

Right in the middle, we have Ennoshita. He’s used to being left in the background to make room for other, more passionate players, which makes it very easy to fly under your radar. He’s always around you, hovering on the outskirts of your gaze until he can build up your trust in him. You’ll get used to him being by your side for a while. And then things will start to get uncomfortable. He’ll hang around you much longer than he should, coming over to your house to study, only to stay despite the fact that the two of you are done studying. He’ll go through your stuff in a casual way, as though everything is totally normal. The comments he makes about your room and the things you own are… off-putting. It’s like he already knows everything about you. He brushes it off as he just knows you well but there’s this one-sided intimacy. He doesn’t do anything, not really. And yet, you feel trapped. He won’t physically kidnap you. He doesn’t say anything cruel. It’s just the atmosphere, though there’s no evidence to suggest otherwise, you know you can’t escape. Dead center, 5/10.

Tanaka is a unique blend of a worshipper and a possessive. He reveres you as a god. He expects you to hate him, most women do, but that won’t phase him in the slightest. He can take your hatred, he’ll relish in anything you give him. He’ll let you curse out his name or kick him to the ground if it’ll bring a cruel smile to your face. But that doesn’t mean he’ll let you do whatever you please. He doesn’t want anyone else to dirty his precious darling, so he’ll keep you separated from anyone that isn’t him. He knows how disgusting people can be and he views it as his life’s mission to protect you from them. Everyone is a potential threat. And you’re just too kind, too forgiving, he has to step up. He can keep you away from those perverts while still basking in your presence. Of course, if you want to it’s easy to escape. Tanaka will inevitably make more than a few mistakes. The only thing is, he’ll work terrifyingly hard to find you. What he lacks in intelligence he makes up with pure determination. When he finds you he’ll take you back to your shared home, carrying you so gently despite how much you thrash and fight and struggle. He’ll apologize as soon as the two of you are home together. Was he not good enough? He’ll be better, spending every free second by your side. He leans to a 6/10.

Noya is insane. There’s really no other way to put it. The most perverse out of all of them, he’s practically drooling at the chance to be by your side. He has such little relationship experience it takes 0.5 seconds for him to be head over heels. He’s also the clingiest one on this list, if you stray from his side for an instant he’s immediately panicking and calling the cops. He’s basically a needy puppy, glued to your hip and begging for attention. He’ll do anything to please you, he’ll learn to cook, show off his volleyball skills, listen to every word you say. He’ll conform himself to being your perfect husband. If you praise him, do it sparingly. If he receives praise too often he’ll become more deluded and push past your limits more and more. You didn’t want him to lock you up? But he’s been such a good boyfriend, you’ll let it slide, won’t you? You said he was a perfect match for you and you can’t go back on your word. Going to the opposite side and being cold makes him more desperate for praise. To finally get you to notice him becomes a goal and he will achieve it, even if he has to chain you to the bed. He gets so jealous it won’t take long for him to be the only person you’ll ever see. 7/10.

Daichi just wants you to be safe. This world can be so cruel and he can’t bear the thought of you getting your heart broken. You’re too sweet to be working so hard, just let him take care of you. All you have to do is sit at home patiently. Don’t talk to your friends, they might seem nice but Dachi knows that they’re all wicked. Trying to lay their hands on you and abuse a gentle soul like yours. He can’t let that happen. He’s the only one you need. The only one you can trust. Everyone else would use you as a stepping stone, but not him. He loves you. You just have to obey and your life is set. The two of you will be married after high school finishes. He’ll go on to college and you’ll be a house spouse. Once he gets a job, you’ll be dependent on him for a steady income, it seems every company you apply to turns you down. Complaints you have about your monetary vulnerability seems to upset your loving boyfriend. Why would you need a job? You have him. Every little thing you don’t like gets shot down by him. No friends, no family, no jobs, no freedom. He’s just trying to protect you, why would you ever want to leave? He sits at an 8/10.

Tsukishima loves the power he has over you. He’s smarter, stronger, more attractive and he’ll spend every second rubbing it in your face. He’ll taunt you, but if you show a negative reaction to his words it’ll make him awkward. If you cry or yell, he’ll be stunned for a second. He feels like it’s right for him to jeer at you, but if you do the same, his love for you will result in him crumbling. He puts on a facade of cruelty because he hates feeling powerless and his love for you is power too strong to be acknowledged. Yell at him, scream, cry, and he’ll snap like a twig. When he’s upset, he’ll isolate you, trying to separate himself from the fact he really does care, but can’t ever show it. He wants control. To feel like he isn’t addicted to the feel of your skin, the taste of your lips, the reflection of himself in your eyes. He’ll kidnap you and is smart enough to get away with it. He’s not kind to you, chains are forever around your ankles and his room becomes your hell. But there are moments of softness, though rare, where he’ll give you a gift or compliment you like he’s trying to gain your affection. Make a comment about it and he’ll have no qualms about abandoning you for a few days. Be unfailingly kind and act as he wants, and maybe he’ll be gentle, but he will never ever let you go. I place him at a 9/10.

If you’re looking for someone completely delusional, Hinata is the one for you. He’ll believe that the two of you are made for each other and no amount of protesting can ever change his mind. He’s basically a lost cause as soon as he meets you. You’ll engulf his every thought, the same fixation he had on volleyball now focused on you. You’ll have almost no free time once the two of you start ‘dating’ but you’ll have no problems with it because you clearly love him as much as he loves you. And perfect couples should live together, of course. The two of you are so happy together, he can’t stop talking about how great you are. It’s such a lovely mask that he can’t ever look past it to see how you really feel. He’ll do anything to keep his idyllic vision. If you tell him you hate him, he’ll say that he just hasn’t been giving you enough love and will increase his clinginess tenfold. If you try to run away, he’ll say that you needed a breath of fresh air. The two of you can go on a walk together, as long as you’re handcuffed to him. Sometimes you need to be tied to the bed because your ridiculous temper tantrum is getting in the way of hugging you. For better or worse, the two of you will be together forever. 10/10.

Kageyama is one of the few people that can match Hinata’s obsessiveness. He’s been attached to volleyball all his life so it basically gave him whiplash when he met you. It was a cheesy love at first sight situation, but Kageyama never knew how to love. His love is unfortunately vicious. His love letters are scribbled and unintentionally threatening. His gifts are strange and sometimes bloody. His touch is rough. He’s trying so hard, but can’t seem to find the words to tell you how much he loves you. It doesn’t take him long to get jealous, the more afraid you are the more you run to somebody who isn’t him. He unlearns all the lessons his team has painstakingly taught him and suddenly he can’t get along with others. He’s practically hissing at anyone who comes near you. A glare from him cuts through bone. Your friends will stop being your friends when he pays a visit. He’s always been good at volleyball, great even, but he can’t do a damn thing to earn your heart. So he just takes it. Regardless of how you feel, he’ll have you trapped in someplace secluded where he can practice being a better boyfriend. He loves you and you should love him too. Even if it takes time, he’s sure you’ll come around. He’s the only one you’ve got after all. Another 10/10.

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haikyuusetters · 4 years

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quick, need help picking a name for a new haikyuu discord. some options

- setter simping

- msby

- sakusa is too pretty to not be a setter

- haicuties

- msby simps anonymous

- black jackals’ hoes anonymous

- (suggest)

reply with what you like😌

#haikyuu #its too late to be doing this probably no one on yes remember when tumblr was active #haikyuu!!#haikyuu discord #haikyuu chats #hq!!#setterschattin

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haicuties · 7 years

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an explanatory post for admin alex absence

hi everyone !!! this blog has truly been inactive for a very long time and i think i owe many of you an apology. truth is: i have lost interest in writing for haikyuu, and haikyuu in general. due to certain changes in my life, i have moved on to another fandom which is a huge and drastic part of mine now (it's kpop) so i won't be writing anymore, not sure about admin owl but admin alex is here to let you all know i'm signing off permanently. it has been a fun ride with haicuties, all the imagines i've written & the writing skill i have developed through it. if you are wondering what i'm up to recently, as stated previously, i've moved to kpop! my ult group is bangtan (BTS) and seventeen, whereas other groups i generally stan are: exo, red velvet, twice, got7, cnblue, honeyst, sf9, mamamoo, blackpink, vixx & a whole lot more !!! if you wanna catch up w me on kpop and other stuff, hit me up on twitter!! @/Iovelyjin (first l is a capital i) or just copy paste the @. i'll miss haikyuu and all the memories i have made on this blog. goodbye!

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hoshinodestinyart · 7 years

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Look, I drew some haicuties<3

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #hq #hq!!#kageyama #kageyama tobio #tobio kageyama #hinata shouyou #hinata #shouyou hinata #bokuto #bokuto kotarou #kotarou bokuto #akaashi keiji #akaashi #keiji akaashi #sketch #doodle

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revasserium · 1 year

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the whiners, diners, and 69-ers

the whiners

he likes it when you take control, when you're a bit meaner than you usually are, when you tell him that he can't touch, smack him on his cheeks when his eyes roll back too far, when you grind your hips down and put on a show for him, making him beg, bend over him to press your fingers to his lips, ask him how badly he wants it -- wants you --

"s-so much -- please -- please!"

and he sounds so good, looks so pretty begging like he is, his cheeks pink, his lips bruised and kiss-swollen, his own his canting up against yours, desperate as you use him for your pleasure.

HINATA, yamaguchi, kenma, KOGANEGAWA

the diners

he likes to take it slow, likes the show, likes the rose petals and red wine, the black lace, taking his time. he likes spreading you out beneath him, pinning your arms above your head, kissing you deep, teasing you till you break apart for him, likes it when you have the entire night splayed out before you, when he can paint pleasure across every inch of your skin.

"hm... like that, princess? how about here? ah -- that feels good doesn't it? how good? tell me... use your words now, pretty girl..."

and he thinks nothing looks so delicious as the sight of you, the taste of you as you come over his tongue, his fingers, fuck you into hypersensitivity before he'll give you what you really want.

KUROO, tsukishima, AKAASHI, oikawa, iwaizumi

the 69'ers

he likes it quick, likes it dirty, likes it hot and heated, likes losing himself in you and the way you lose yourself in him too, all eager fingers and sloppy lips -- the both of you panting, whining, hissing when he hikes up your skirt, pushes three fingers into you, groans when he feels how wet you are already, whispers all the nasty things he wishes he could do to you --

"think you'd like that? hm? yeah -- oh fuck you're so tight -- shit --"

thinks he could lose his mind just from how tight you are over his fingers, keens when he finally thrusts into you, his hips quick and arhythmic, the both of you drunk on the feeling of each other, intent on chasing your own pleasures.

BOKUTO, kyoken, terushima, kageyama???

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kihoot · 9 years

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SHAKE THAT || LISTEN [x]

Booty - Jennifer Lopez ft. Iggy Azalea // Wiggle - Jason Derulo ft. Snoop Dog // Money Maker - Ludacris ft. Pharrell // Bubble Butt - Major Lazer ft. Tyga, Mystic, Bruno Mars // All About That Bass - Meghan Tranior // Dance (A$$) - Big Sean ft. Nicki Minaj // Booty Wurk - T-Pain // Anaconda - Nicki Minaj

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #hq #hq!!#haicuties #8track #tsukishima kei

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karasunocurry · 10 years

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On this week's Haikyuu!!

I'm gonna do the thing I did for Kuroko now with Haikyuu!! so I can squeal every Sunday about a bunch of ultra cute volleyball boys.

Nishinoya-sempai - he's pretty cool, and Hinata is such a cutie calling him sempai and all

Asahi~ omgggg. how come all the third years are so perfect

Kageyama is great, I really like how he's not a dickhead at all anymore. Actual growth, kid. Good job

shitty boys, Tsukki, really xD

Yamaguchi couldn't even reveal how tall Tsukki is

(basically Tsukki doesn't want people to find out how much Yamaguchi knows. Hella ship right there)

Take-chan is the most illegally cute sensei ever (but he's smart!)

Ukai, mr. convenience store owner, you're gonna obey the cutie teacher just you wait

Well you know. This series is REALLY great so far. The animation is good too, the characters are all so lovable, I fear these cuties are going to kill me.

#haikyuu!!#HQ!!#ep 8 review #volleyball cuties #haicuties

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revasserium · 1 year

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dirty laundry

kageyama; 1,307 words; nsfw, so so nsfw pls dni if ur a minor, reverse cowgirl, jersey!kink, ali roma!kageyama

a/n: i have rotated the thought of kageyama with a jersey!kink in my mind a few more times.

“hah… please… harder…”

kageyama can’t breathe.

he can’t breathe for the sight of you, for the feeling of you (hot, and warm, and tight, and wet — god, so damn wet) dripping down his cock as you slowly pull yourself up, your thighs on either side of his legs, your ass plump, perfect in the palms of his hands —

you peer over your shoulder (that wonderful, kiss-bruised shoulder, your skin smooth and glistening with sweat —), a dark blush high in your cheeks, your eyes glazed over with want and kageyama thinks himself a lost man. the crumple number 9 emblazoned across the back of the jersey currently threatening to slip from your shoulders catches the street light as it streams in from the opened window.

“f-fuck —” kageyama nearly keens as you swirl your hips, his own kicking up into yours, nearly bouncing you off his cock as you hiccup, head tossing back. he digs his fingers into the flesh of your hips, hissing as he forces you back into a semi-coherent rhythm.

“th-there you go — that’s — that’s good —”

it shouldn’t be this hot — seeing you riding him in his old high school jersey, facing away from him towards the mirror propped at the foot of his bed, but then again, he’s always had a thing for you in his clothes. how the sleeves are always too long, how no matter what it is, it always seems to swallow you whole, how the knowledge of your body inside something that is so intrinsically his makes his stomach tense, his mind spin, his cock throb painfully. so painfully.

because it makes him think of being inside you — of fucking you silly with nothing but his jersey on, of pinning you beneath him, your hair splayed out over his sheets, of the color of your skin contrasted against the dark of the material, of his number printed along the ridges of your spine, marking you as his. just his.

“to-tobio — tobio —” your voice is a wreck from how hard he fucked your throat when he first got home to find you, stretched out on his bed, his old jacket slung over your shoulders like an afterthought. it’s cold, you’d said, smiling up at him, smiling that knowing smile because of course you knew. how could you not? how could you have imagined this night going any other direction, when you’d purposefully picked out this jersey of all his jerseys?

“t-turn around — i wan-wanna see you…” he whispers, pulling himself up to wrap his arms around your middle, to press his hands to your stomach, to feel himself pushing up into you, making you keen, your head lolling back onto his shoulders as his name breaks over your lips like prayer.

you’re soft and pliant in his arms as he slowly turns you around, you whining when he briefly pulls his cock from you, the sound making him smirk as he teases at your soaked folds, amusing himself briefly with the thought of edging you till you cry but —

“please tobio — please —”

tonight is not the night, so he nods, letting out a thick moan as he thrusts back into you with a single, fluid motion, letting his fingers dig into the meat of your thighs as he hoists them over his hips. your ankles lock at the base of his spin as you rut up against him, fingers scrabbling at his biceps, begging for more for harder for faster, faster, faster!

he feels your juices slicking down the front of his thighs as he fucks you and he resists the urge to pull out just to bury his face between your thighs for a taste.

“t-tobio — tobio! i-i’m so —”

“hm — ngh —” kageyama drops one hand to the mattress by your face, all coherence gone, stolen from him by the sight of you, so fucked out beneath him, so desperate for release, and yet so helpless to get there. he grins, a hungry, roguish thing as he leans down to press a sloppy kiss to your lips, licking into your mouth, swallowing down the little mewls and moans bubbling up the back of your throat. he feels your closeness, feels it in the way you clench around him, your entire body shuddering as he pounds into you, deep enough to be almost painful, deep enough for you to squirm beneath him even though you know that it’s a futile struggle.

he holds you close, pins you still, “s-so what, hm?”

and he’s not unaffected, you know he isn’t — how could he be? after all this, after the way he’d frozen in the doorway, the way he’d dropped his sports bag, crawled onto the bed and caged you in beneath him, kissed you with a vicious, mounting hunger behind his teeth. he doesn’t like to pretend, so he doesn’t.

“so f-full —”

he lets out a ragged gasp, buries his face in your shoulder as his hips jerk against you, forcing a hand between your bodies to thumb sloppily at your clit, his fingers sliding in the wetness gathered there, unable to find purchase.

“goddamnit — fuck — c-close —” he is breathless, mindless, his whole body buzzing with the pleasure, the warmth, the twist and burn of the familiar tightening coil, but he pulls back to look at you, to find your eyes in the darkness, framed by tear-stained lashes, your pupils blown wide and dark. he sees himself reflected there, sees the way you search his face for the same things he searches for in yours — for a thread, a grounding, anything to hold on to as he finally finds your clit and runs tight circles around it, making you keen in pleasure.

your head tips back, your body drawn taut as you come, and kageyama feels his own orgasm punch through him like a wave, crashing against the jagged edges of his crumbling desires. he groans, gasps, reaches for a breath he knows he will not find and latches onto your lips instead.

you kiss for what feels like centuries.

when you finally break apart, both of you are panting, your bodies more liquid than solid, your thoughts more breath than air. he rolls off you, pulling you into him all the closer, curling you into his chest even as you groan out something incoherent about being too sensitive, about all of this being a mess, about the sheets —

“fuck the sheets,” he murmurs into the back of your neck, unable to muster a full frown as you twist in his arms to face him, his jersey still somehow wrapped around your body, though now it resembles nothing more than very rumpled muffler, twisted around your middle.

“no, don’t fuck the sheets,” you say, crinkling your nose as you nuzzle into his chest, attempting to get comfortable without having to take the jacket off, “we don’t have time to do laundry tomorrow.”

“i could just fuck you again instead,” he says, though the sleepiness eating at his limbs says otherwise.

“do it tomorrow,” you say, your voice already drifting, and then, “i’ll pick a different jersey to wear.”

kageyama laughs, reaching down to tug the blankets up around you both, pressing a kiss into your hairline.

“do the olympic one — that ones nice.”

“why not your ali roma one?”

“cause…”

you pull back slightly to look at his face, and even in the dimness of his room, you can see the blush crawling up his cheeks.

“cause?”

you lean back in, tracing a finger along his lips even as he scowls, fully this time.

“i have a game tomorrow night and… we don’t have time to do laundry tomorrow.”

#kageyama tobio #kageyama tobio smut #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu smut #haikyuu scenarios #kageyama tobio x reader #kageyama tobio scenarios #haikyuu imagines #kageyama x reader #ya nasties #haiCUTIES #yall;;;;;;;; this has been a ride. literally and figuratively #once again i prove to myself that i am not the best at writing smut but #i will do it anyways. for the love of jersey!kink kageyama

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revasserium · 1 year

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the butterfly effect

tsukishima; 1,285 words; fluffy as all living fuck

he has always noticed the little things - the deep, rumbling hunger of the earth, the repeating shuffle of the summer wind, the soft tectonic movements of falling leaves, the velocities of birdsong. and even though he’d never admit it out loud (alright, maybe once or twice to yamaguchi, but does that even count?), he thinks that these are the important things. things that normal people wouldn’t notice, things that normal people take for granted.

“well, it’s just a high school club.”

is it?

“ah, i’m the normal guy, nice to meet you.”

are you?

after the match, you find him hunched over the basin in the boy’s bathroom, panting, his bandaged fingers clutching at the time-stained ceramic, his shoulders shaking as he tries to relearn the meaning of breath, of air, of only and just.

“you’re a liar,” you say, leaning against the bathroom door, keeping it propped open with your shoulder.

“and you’re not suppose to be in here,” he deadpans, glancing at you in the watermarked mirror. he sighs, splashing his face with his good hand before twisting off the faucet. slowly, he unbends himself, straightening up to his full height, dragging the back of his injured hand over his lips as he turns towards you.

“c’mon, they’ll be wondering where we are, and i don’t need anymore rumors of us dating going around school.”

his voice is calm, his expression neutral as he brushes passed you, but he doesn’t miss the way your eyes follow him like motion-based trackers; he can almost feel the crosshairs on his too-flushed cheeks, on his water-logged lashes. he turns back to raise an eyebrow. his heart is the flatline of an earthquake city, his stomach a tangle of twisted phone lines, all static and electricity and unsaid words.

“ah… so you have heard of them,” you muse even as you fall into step next to him.

he scoffs, running a hand through his sweat-slicked hair.

“people at school aren’t known for their tact, especially not about things like this.”

you grin, linking your hands behind your back as you dance three steps in front of him, reveling in the way he narrows his eyes, in the way his steps stutter. he isn’t the only one who’s learned to listen to the language of silence, to the spaces between the words that give them meaning, that make them whole.

“and by people you really mean the second years, right?”

tsukishima sighs, tugging off his sports glasses to polish the lenses with the edge of his sweat-soaked shirt. you watch as he diligently wipes down one lens, and then the other, before stretching it back over his head, adjusting the straps.

“well, tanaka and noya, first and foremost.”

your laughter shakes through him like silver bells. he thinks he’d never get tired of the sound, and suddenly, it is winter and the sky is dark and the first snow of the season is falling around you and you’re laughing, spinning in circles beneath the snow-drift sky, your face turned up to the heavens, arms stretched out as if you’re three seconds from taking flight —

“tsukki! look! look! snow!”

he resists the urge to smile so he rolls his eyes instead; his breath comes out in a puff of white and somewhere out there, he knows that a hundred thousand other kids just like them are lifting their faces, marveling at the falling snow. he knows that somewhere along a stretch of land only 73 miles wide in mexico, a hundred million monarch butterflies are settling in to roost for the winter, and that each flap of those hundred million wings might shake a summer storm into existence, somewhere down the line.

“yeah. i see it.”

but right here, right now, in this rapidly emptying gymnasium hall, filled with the effervescent echoes of teenage dreams, he wonders if you are the hurricane. if you are the summer storm, and he is just the seismograph doomed to record your wreckage.

“so, what are you gonna do about it?” you ask, as the both of you resume your walk down the hall, towards where you both know the team is waiting, the third years still crying, hinata still hollering, kageyama too bloated with happiness to tell him to shut the hell up, yamaguchi probably preening beneath the praise of all his teammates.

“about the rumors, or about us not actually dating?”

you purse your lips, you shrug, but you blush as well. he doesn’t miss the way your shoulders lift up towards your ears, sweet and shy as sunflowers reaching for the last drop of sunlight.

“either. both,” you turn with a devious grin and flash him a wink, and not for the first time, tsukishima thinks he feels that deep, rumbling hunger; he knows the repeating shuffle of his thoughts about you, the soft tectonic movements of your body and his.

he knows the velocity of your voice, the resonance of your smiles, the way it shakes loose the sky within him till he almost tastes that sweet first snow, all that wake and wonder.

“hm… i dunno. you did call me a liar earlier.”

his grin is savage, satisfied. he almost laughs as your entire body inflates with indignation. he wonders how long he can tease you for before you float right off the ground — someday, he wants to try.

“well you are.”

“what, by saying i was normal?”

“yes, and that this was just a club.”

he blinks, he didn’t know you’d remembered. but then again, he should’ve known.

“well. it is, and… i am.”

you frown, taking three steps closer, caging him in even though he knows that he’s got at least a foot over you — a whole head and a half taller, and still —

“liar,” you say.

“hm… and what are you gonna do about it?”

he knows it’s coming three seconds before it does, but it doesn’t feel any less shocking. the warmth of your lips on his, the half-stolen breath still poised in his chest, the widening of his eyes before they flutter closed. there are no fireworks, no explosions, no earthquakes or natural disasters. there’s just this moment, just him and you and your lips on his and —

you take half a step back.

he allows himself a smile.

because he’d never wanted them to just be rumors and he knew that he’d never, ever be considered normal. not by you, or him, or anyone else.

“ahhh… now you’ve done it,” he says, with a soul-rumbling sigh, reaching out to jab his finger into your cheek. he marvels at the way your eyes still widen, as if you never saw that coming.

“done what?” you ask, even as he reaches out to tug on the ends of your ponytail, making you laugh.

“tch. you know what,” he scoffs, tucking his hands into his pockets as he slinks passed you, his eyes cast up, his cheeks tingling with a blush he can’t quite tamp down. and when you hurry to catch up with him, bumping your arm into his, he doesn’t make to move away. instead, he bumps you back and basks in the way your footsteps sound, ringing out against the empty gymnasium halls.

because, sure, this might just be a high school relationship — or it just might be falling in love.

and as he reaches down, hesitates, and finally, finally grabs your hand, somewhere out there, he feels a butterfly flap its wings.

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revasserium · 1 year

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the little things (that add up to you) kageyama, hinata, suga, daichi, tsukki

kageyama || he keeps extras of your favorite hairties in his bag, just in case you need them; he always pauses to watch when you put up your hair, thinking to himself how such a mundane thing could mean so much, could take up so much space in his mind, your fingers running through your hair, gathering it up, the soft strands slipping loose to frame your face, your favorite hairtie caught between your lip and your teeth like some inconsequential thing, but he knows -- he knows that it's these moments he'll find tucked away in the pages of his own memories when he gets home, when the lights go out, when it's just him and his own thoughts of you.

hinata || he always buys your favorite flavor of taro milk-bread on the way home; he likes it when you take the first bite, loves the way you smile, unbidden, the happiness bubbling up through you as inevitable as the sunrise, the way you lick your lips and look up at him with those sparkles in your eyes, the way you blush when he laughs, reaching out to wipe at the crumbles that always, always get stuck to your cheek, your lips -- he knows that it's moments like these, the ones he gathers like breadcrumbs on the floor of a heart-break forest, leading him towards a place where he can't turn back without knowing that something inside him will shatter (but only if you leave him, and he doesn't think you will), but he doesn't mind, because he knows that it'll be worth it in the end, just to see you smile.

sugawara || he holds your hand in the hallways, even during the summer months when both your palms are sticky with sweat; he's always loved the feeling of your skin against his, loved the way it makes you blush, even to this day, loves how peoples eyes linger on the pair of you as he walks you to your next class, or to the lunch line, or out to where the gymnasium is, where you'd swing your hands between your bodies and pull him back for a kiss, ask him for one more minute, maybe two, the pair of you lingering like infatuated teens after their first date, unwilling to part at their parents' doors -- he knows that it's moments like these, the ones he cups in the palms of his hands like glass-blown marbles, these are the ones that will matter the most when one day the pair of you look back, holding hands in some distant future, because he knows that he'll never grow tired of the feeling of his hands in yours.

daichi || he lends you his jacket, his mittens, his umbrella, his scarf, even if that means he'll be a little chilly on the way home sometimes; because he's always prepared and you're -- well -- you're working on it, and he can't deny that he likes seeing you in his clothes, the size-difference strangely satisfying, the sight of it scratching some itch inside him he's never realized he had, and then when you return it -- whatever it happens to be -- he knows that it'll smell like you, and he can't lie, he really likes that too -- and he knows it's moments like these, the ones he tucks away in the lining of his jacket, in the stitching of his scarves, that he'll reach for the most, the ones that'll keep him warm on a cold winter's day when he doesn't have you by his side.

tsukki || he has a playlist of songs that you've mentioned you liked, just for himself; because he knows better than anyone else that the music a person likes reveals all their deepest secrets, and finds himself wanting to know all of yours, so he listens to each song, memorizes the lyrics, taps his fingers against the beat and wonders if you did the same the first time you listened, wonders if one day, he were to put a pair of headphones over your ears with a playlist full of all his favorite songs, if your eyes would light up, if your cheeks would flush, if your lips would split into a knowing smile and if you'd already know all the words to sing along -- because he knows that it's moments like these, the private ones he keeps like secret soundtracks, that might one day give him away to you, where you might one day realize that from the moment you met, all his favorite love songs started being about you.

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu fanfic #haikyuu drabbles #tsukishima kei #tsukishima kei x you #sugawara koushi #kageyama tobio #hinata shouyou #haiCUTIES #sawamura daichi #floofy floof floof #my karasuno biases are showing so damn hard yall; im sry i kno i should give the other schools some love LOL #i promise i'll write for non-karasuno peeps soon I PROMISE #but little things by 1d started randomly playing my head and i knew i hAD to write a thing u__u

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revasserium · 7 months

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on the subject of birthdays - pt 1

ft. sakusa, daichi, suga, and tsukki

sakusa.

he thinks he should buy you flowers, even though he tells himself that he doesn’t know if you’ll be allergic to a specific kind of flower, so he spends too much time looking up the worlds most hypoallergenic flowers, before komori mentions that he could just buy you fake flowers, which will last longer anyway, and he entertains the idea for an entire afternoon before deciding against it because a) fake flowers will collect dust, and dust can trigger reactions too and b) what if you read too much into it and come to the conclusion that just because he bought you fake flowers, he didn’t deem you worthy of real, living flowers? no, no, no. a misunderstanding of such potentially catastrophic nature simply wouldn’t do. a stuffed animal then? no, those would collect dust too, and heaven knows you’ve already got enough. so a plant, still. but what kind? he lingers outside the local horticulture shop for so long the round-faced girl behind the counter wonders if she should call the cops before he finally goes in to inquire, “what kind of plant do you have that — that doesn’t have flowers and won’t die so easily?” to which she’d blinked and pointed, nonplussed at a group of succulents sitting on the windowsill. and this, he explains, in one long, hurried, mumbling under-breath is how he comes to be standing here, at your front door, on the morning of your birthday, sporting two pots of neatly trimmed succulents, looking vaguely abashed. “they — they’re easy to take care of, most people aren’t allergic and — and they won’t collect that much dust so…” he looks away, clearing his throat as heat crawls up his cheeks, “uhm… happy birthday. i guess.”

daichi.

he wakes up early — he cooks you breakfast; he doesn’t tell you about the hundred or so texts he’d sent the rest of his team trying to crowdsource what exactly to make you that day. there are flowers on the bedside table and a glass of your favorite juice on the breakfast tray and the apartment smells like cinnamon and waffles and the slightly burnt edge of toast. he wakes you up with a kiss, a smile, a whispered happy birthday; he doesn’t tell you about the three minutes he’d spent at the bedside, counting your even breaths like counting stars — one, two, three — twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two — he doesn’t tell you about the way he’d ghosted his finger along the bend of your cheek, bit his own lips as he bends down to kiss you, hesitating just a second to swallow back his heart, thudding at the back of his tongue, threatening to leap from his mouth to yours. your smile is radiant and sweet enough to evoke the jealousy of honey-bees as you open your eyes and see him, and he thinks that he might like to wake you up like this every day, birthday or not — because he’d never tire of kissing you awake, of beginning his day with the length of your smile.

sugawara.

he spends the whole day pretending that it’s a day just like any other, grinning over his morning coffee (thank god your birthday is on a weekend this year), nodding towards your cup, ready-made and steaming, one cream and two sugars, just like every other weekend morning you’d spent together. he hums as he flicks through his phone, asking what you’d like to do, interrupting you with a mild exclamation that “ah! we need to go grocery shopping! we’re out of onions and there’s only one sweet potato left!”, leaning down to give you a swift kiss before sweeping off to get changed, leaving you pouting at the dining table, wondering if your darling boyfriend had truly forgotten about your birthday. and so you go grocery shopping, and you’re preoccupied enough not to notice that he’s surreptitiously picking all your favorites, leading you through the ice cream aisle and making note of all the flavors you pause over. the early afternoon is spent dragging you around the farmer’s market, where you linger over the freshly picked flowers before he tugs you away without once asking if you’d like some. and by the time you both get back to your shared apartment, you’d made up your mind to at least remind him about it — it is your birthday after all. but the moment the front door opens, you’re greeted with an avalanche of glitter and confetti, a loud shout of “surprise!!!” making you nearly leap out of your skin. in the three seconds it takes you to realize what your boyfriend had done, he’d leaned down to press a sweet kiss to your cheek, tugging you into your own surprise party, decorated with all the flowers you’d lingered over, the fridge piled with all the ice cream flavors you’d just been looking at this morning. “c’mon, did you really think i’d forget your birthday? i just needed a bit of time to prepare is all! now, let’s get this party started!”

tsukishima.

he is caught between equal parts dread and excitement, because to be honest, he’d never quite understood the appeal of birthday parties. but then he’d seen how your cheeks glad glowed when the team had put up a party for hinata in the middle of summer, a handful of balloons and streamers in the locker rooms, and a good few pounds of well-cooked bbq meat — he’d seen the glitter in your eyes, the unabashed joy as your lips pulled up into a smile — and he’d never admit it out loud but he decided then that he’d do whatever it takes to make you smile like that for him. so when the day comes, he spends too long fretting, paces across the living room of his apartment (much to the barely disguised glee of his brother, who had thankfully offered to help drive around and gather all the things), scowling as yamaguchi shows up with the cake and the flowers, and kiyoko-senpai shows up with the balloons and the streamers and it irks him to no end to have so many people all at his house, but it was the only place he could’ve asked you to come without you questioning him about it but… the way you’d smiled when you stepped into the room to find them all there, to find the same balloons and the same streamers, to find the matcha layer cake next to a slice of strawberry short cake, to find him, standing there, twisting his fingers, his cheeks positively sizzling with heat… well. he thinks that it was worth it. but it isn’t till later, when all the guests have gone and all the cake’s been eaten, when it’s finally just you and him, curled up on his bed, you in his lap, his chin resting against the top of your head that he leans down to tug you to him, press a soft kiss to your lips, “there… been thinking about doing that all day.” but the way you blush when he pulls back has him smirking and dragging you down for another, and then another, his voice going dark as he smirks against the skin of your neck as he whispers, “so now that everyone’s gone… how about we get to your real present, hm?”

pt 2 ft. kageyama, hinata, & miya twins coming soon

hq! reqs are open :)

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