#haikyuu threads

[hyolks]

I'm back on my bullshit so heres a hoshihina post

we simply DO NOT TALK enough about how long hoshiumi WAITED????? FOR HINATA??????? FIVE YEARS??????

LIKE?????? HOW TF IS THIS GLOSSED OVER DURING THE ALDERS V JACKALS MATCH ASIDE FROM THIS ONE PANNEL AND A COUPLE OF TEXT BUBBLES????

THIS WAS THE LONG AWAITED GAME. THE BATTLE OF THE LITTLE GIANTS. THE FINAL DECIDER OF WHO IS THE ACTUAL TINY GIANT. IT WAS LITERALLY WATCHED BY THE OG LITTLE GIANT!!!

BUT THEN. THE MATCH ENDS FOR HINATA. HE"S PULLED. and you know what hoshiumi doesn't do. he doesn't go Oh I win. see that. even when kamome beats karasuno. becuase. he didn't get to win against HINATA

IT ISNT EVEN ABOUT BEING THE "LITTLE GIANT" ANYMORE!! HALFWAY THROUGH THE MATCH ITS NO LONGER ABOUT WHO IS THE LITTLE GIANT BETWEEN THE TWO OF THEM

Hoshiumi is SO important to hinata's growth. like. Hinata finds that he doesn't want to be the little giant anymore. he's ok with being the greatest decoy. his EVERYTHING had been revolving around the little giant since he started. it started with the little giant. he wanted to be the little giant. being called the greatest decoy irked him in the beginning.

AND YOU KNOW WHY. hinata had been talked down to the ENTIRE CLIMB of his career. OF COURSE he wouldn't be good at volleyball he's SHORT. IT'S BECAUSE HE'S SHORT HE'S NOT GOOD. ignoring EVERYTHING he put into the sport. his heart. his soul. just because he's short. BUT THEN

HOSHIUMI GETS IT!!!! HE REALLY DOES

and it should seem like. oh. of course its the battle of little giants its because theyre both short. BUT NO. ITS ABOUT THEIR DRIVE AND THEIR LOVE FOR THE SPORT. THEY UNDERSTAND THE SPORT SO DIFFERENTLY FROM OTHER PEOPLE. THEYRE GOOD AT THE SPORT THAT PPL THOUGHT THEY WOULDn"T BE . THATS WHY ITS SO IMPORTNAT THAT THEY FACE OFF.

like yaya i know the alders v jackals match was about a lot of people and had so many important things in it. it solidifies hinata's growth and dedication to being the greatest decoy, so he can truly and finally move past the desire of wanting the title little giant, and we get some solid hinata/hoshiumi comparisons n stuff. but haruichi furudate . i need a chat with you. you. you have the LAST TIME THEY SEE EACH OTHER. HOSHIUMI SHOUTS ACROSS THE COURT "I'LL BE WAITING FOR YOU" and the FIRST PANEL WE SEE OF HOSHIUMI POST TIMESKIP IS "I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU" AND THATS ALL WE GET???? THATS ALL WE GET????? THERES NOTHING ELSE????

WE DONT GET ANYTHING OF HOW THAT MUSTVE IMPACTED HINATA AND HIS DESIRE TO GROW??? HINATA COULD NEVER GIVE UP BECAUSE HOSHIUMI WAS WAITING FOR HIm. WAS EXPECTING GREAT THINGS FROM HIM. HOSHIUMI BELIEVED IN HIM AND WAS WILLING TO WAIT FOR FIVE YEARS AND PROBABLY EVEN LONGER. HE FOUND SOMEONE WHO COULD BE HIS PEER AND KNEW INTRINSICALLY THAT HE WOULD ALSO UNDERSTAND THE LOVE AND DEDICATION THEY PUT INTO THIS SPORT

anyways I'm just happy we have htis parallel. i'll eat the crumbs off the floor i dont care

become a hoshihina liker today

#haikyuu #hq #hoshihina #hinata shouyou #hoshiumi kourai #ive been shadowbanned on twitter and i made a thread on this that simply isnt getting to enough ppl for me to be satisfied #*swings a pocketwatch before your eyes* oooh oooooh you wanna become a hoshihina stan soo bad

[dreamingpartone]

Somehow, Asahi leaned closer, closer…

Threads of Gold: chapter four

#nishinoya yuu #azumane asahi #asanoya #haikyuu!! #haikyuu fanart #threads of gold #doodles and miscellania #sorry i'm posting this one so late !!! #and also that ch5 will be delayed u__u #(that's my bad bc my nasty little cold meant no art got done rip) #(i'll make it up to everyone with some good ch5 art i promise)

[tetsuissohot]

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[kermiomi]

nsfw | sakuatsu | autofellatio | voyerism / exhibitionism | sub / dom undertones

atsumu was always a little aware of kiyoomi's flexibility, however he wasn't fully aware to the extent of just /how/ flexible he truly was, or it's potential. until now, that is.

they had been dating for not too long when they started getting more intimate. it was maybe a couple months after kiyoomi first joined msby, and then another couple months into seeing each other when they finally couldn't keep their hands to themselves any longer.

it should have been a fairly awkward first time together, but a little liquid courage made it one of the best firsts either had ever had.

tipsy and bold, the sex was so good that both of them knew they were probably going to be hooked for life. whether or not they would admit that at this point in their relationship though is still up for debate.

so, even though they haven't quite gotten to the 'i love you' stage of their dating adventure, atsumu very much loves his tall, bendy boyfriend.

kiyoomi's wrists are soft and pliable, his legs thick and articulate, and his spine almost like a fluid reed at times. it isn't until a good bit into their sexual explorations would kiyoomi bring up /how/ he would sometimes pleasure himself when alone.

atsumu hadn't even realize the potential of his boyfriend's flexibility until one early

saturday conversation.

"yeah, i've sucked myself off before."

kiyoomi didn't look up from stirring milk into his tea, but he could feel atsumu's wide eyes burning into the side of his head.

it was so casual atsumu almost didn't register what kiyoomi actually said.

"you…

kiyoomi was now beginning to think he's going to regret his confession. he looks up from his mug and atsumu's eyes are intensely dark, his face and neck overcome by a deep flush.

every person who happens to have a dick has tried to, or at the very least thought about it before. this certainly includes atsumu himself, though the attempt left him with a bruised ribcage and ego.

and now here before him was the love of his life in his kitchen casually admitting to be living one of his ultimate fantasies.

atsumu's breathing picks up and he moves forward to place a hand on the table next to kiyoomi's tea. his veins bulge and muscles tense up as he leans down to look closer into his boyfriend's eyes. a small blush blooms high on kiyoomi's cheeks.

he cranes his neck a little to look up at atsumu. his mind was racing with filthy visons and kiyoomi could see it in his gaze. the breath against kiyoomi's lips is hot and heavy.

'show me. please."

kiyoomi feels like he might not regret this after all.

///

"sit there," kiyoomi gestures vaguely to an upholstered arm chair. it faces towards the side of the bed, placed with intention. kiyoomi looks over to his golden boyfriend and smirks,

"and for a little fun, no touching yourself until i come, hm?" what a fucking menace.

atsumu obediently sits; still fully clothed in nice black jeans and a loose plain shirt. nothing fancy is really needed anyway. kiyoomi however strips out of his clothes fairly efficiently; all until his boxer briefs are so slowly pulled away from his long legs and atsumu flushes. kiyoomi's cock is long and rosy pink, and it suddenly feels all too real. this is really happening.

atsumu is looking at his boyfriend with new eyes and he can finally see how this might be possible. with a cutting side glace from kiyoomi, atsumu is very quickly becoming /very/ hard in his pants. kiyoomi flushes and looks away. god his boyfriend is pretty.

kivoomi kneels onto the bed and moves forward until he's facing the wooden headboard. he lays back and pulls his legs up above his chest with his hands against the back of his thighs keeping him up.

awkwardly scooting forward a little using his strong arm and back muscles, kiyoomi settles on his upper back, shoulder blades cutting into the bed. the back of his hips rest against the cool, flat headboard and his pretty cock head is kissing the skin of his torso just above the navel.

his strong, muscular stomach looks delicate and soft as it folds into itself, layers of flesh and fat giving way to lower his hips closer to his face.

a push of his hips forward and his cock bobs above his face, a breath away from his lips and usually where most flexible people would have already reached their limit. but atsumu's beautiful, bendable boyfried takes a deep breath in... then out...

relaxing his muscles further and using his stupid, sexy flexable hands to put more pressure against the back of his thighs.

atsumu holds his breath as he watches, knuckles turning white against his thighs.

the dewy tip kisses his bottom lip, then pulls away just a hair. precum keeps him connected to himself by a thread, but it is broken when kiyoomi pulls his cock back down to his mouth again.

his soft, wet lips engulf the rosy tip, licking against himself with short pets of his tongue. atsumu can't hold back his raspy breath,

"fuck, omi."

his dick is so hard it starts to feel good pressed up into his pants.

it's only a little, no more than two or three inches into his mouth, but it's more than enough to get kiyoomi worked up. a small blush pinkens his cheeks and chest as he takes a deep breath of his own musky scent.

kiyoomi lets out a short whine, muffled by his own cock on his tongue. it's as if he is slowly drowning himself into submission.

taking away one hand from his thighs, kiyoomi slowly strokes the shaft of his cock, giving needed stimulation to what he can't pull into his mouth.

atsumu echos his groans. neither of them really know how he's managed to stay still in the chair as long as he has. kiyoomi drags his hand lower on himself to massage and softly pull his balls as he continues to suckle himself into his warm his skin tastes clean, he notes; if not a little bitter and salty.

atsumu feels like he hasn't taken a breath in hours, eyes unable to move from kiyoomi's body, his lips, the shiny head of his cock against his own tongue.

kiyoomi's hips jolt, pushing himself another inch into his mouth and his whine makes atsumu leak a little into his boxers.

"fuck omi yer so hot."

atsumu's rough voice makes lightning crackle up kiyoomi's spine and his own whimpers gently vibrate against his skin, only helping to further push himself towards orgasm. his cock feels hot in his own mouth. his mouth feels so, so soft around his own cock.

it's so different when there is someone else watching him. all of his senses feel heightened, almost painful. but it still feels all too good to stop

his hips jolt again and the muscles in his abs tighten. he can feel it coming already.

he releases himself from his mouth with a small whine, bringing his hand back around his cock to quickly stroke himself right up to the edge.

his thighs are twitching, hips bucking down into his hand as atsumu watches sweat run down his temples to his dark curls. between pants and moans, atsumu can hear sighs of his name from kiyoomi's messy mouth.

"fuck- atsu, atsu astuatsu-" his belly tightens, abdomen rippling, balls drawing tight. cum beads up from the slit and finally spills over to drip down into his mouth. a ragged moan is ripped from his lungs, and savory, lucid cream pools onto his pink tongue as the muscle hangs limply from his parted lips.

heavy, wet breaths and hips that just wont stop fucking into his hand make his aim falter a little. some of it catches on his chin, slowly dripping down his neck to his collarbones. a small bit goes too far and splatters thick threads high onto his flushed cheeks.

as his high wanes, kiyoomi's mouth is thoroughly covered in his own cum. he lays in his afterglow prettily, displayed like a violent painting of lust.

atsumu can't fucking take it. his hard cock cuts against the seam of his jeans too deliciously.

as kiyoomi spills onto himself, atsumu gives in and presses his rough, burning hand over his hard on. with a few firm strokes against himself, he's spilling an embarrassing amount of cum into his underwear.

he lets out an animalistic groan that kiyoomi responds to with his own soft whine. atsumu's body is flushed warm from his belly to his face. his release seeps through his pants. a deep warm smudge, fully visible and shameless in his lap if kiyoomi were to look up for a second.

but kiyoomi is a little too preoccupied making a mess of himself to notice.

as the last threads of cum drip from his slit kiyoomi brings his tip back into his mouth, sucking the last of his release down his wet throat with many consecutive, little swallows.

he doesn't move his lips away from his burning red cock for a while, continuing to lick and tease his tip well past whimpering and gasping overstimulation. atsumu can't believe he is lucky enough to witness his boyfriend milking himself of every drop like a dying man.

he could probably die happy right about now.

finally, kiyoomi lets go of himself with a sharp whiny inhale that devolves into breathy moans as he lets himself fill his lungs with the cool air of the bedroom. they both don't move from where they sit for a while, just trying to catch their breath enough to see straight again.

atsumu moves from his seat for the first time since he was ordered into it. he crawls forward onto the duvet and leans down, breath tickling the curls lying against kiyoomi's forehead.

looking back up at him, albeit still upside down and his lower back against the headboard, kiyoomi suddenly feels a rush of embarrassment that twists his gut.

atsumu either pretends not to notice or truly doesn't care, and leans in to press wet kisses to kiyoomi's mouth, tasting him from his own lips. his tongue is ravenous, licking deeply into kiyoomi until he just might pass out from a lack of sufficient air.

when atsumu releases him, kiyoomi is a little cross eyed as he tries to focus his vision on atsumu's face. they both just breathe in each other for a moment.

"fuck yer so pretty."

"god, i love you

the heavy, warm air between them is silent for a beat.

"huh?!?!?"

"if you missed it the first time you're out of luck, i'm not going to say it again.

"nuh uh, no way did ya just beat me to the first 'i love you'!"

"do you have to turn everything into a competition???"

"with you babe? always.”

"and i really love you too."

"mm, good."

"now, teach me how to do that too!"

"never."

#sakusa kiyoomi #miya atsumu #sakuatsu #thread fic #fanfic #voyerurism #mild exhibitionism #drabble #haikyuu smut #haikyuu #hq fanfic #hq smut #skts

[inevitableinfinity]

oikage on the train fluff | 485 words | originally posted here

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Tobio doesn’t normally take the train, but he’d gone shopping with Yachi to buy some supplies and now it’s late and he’s a little farther from home than he’s used to. He takes a seat. The car isn’t too crowded and as he holds his bag and closes his eyes, he hopes he can sneak a quick nap in before his stop.

No such luck. Someone all but shoves him at the next stop and he cracks an eye open to glare. He’s greeted by the sight of a smirking Oikawa. “Move over, Tobio-chan. You wouldn’t make me stand, would you?”

“You can have my seat,” Tobio mutters, starting to get up, but Oikawa shakes his head. 

“So you look down on me?” he snorts. “No way. Scoot. The train’s about to start up again.” He motions with his hand and Tobio reluctantly moves so Oikawa can take a seat next to him. It’s a tight fit. Tobio doesn’t think he’s ever been this close to Oikawa.

They sit in relative silence, but there’s no way Tobio can fall asleep now. 

This is apparently not the case for Oikawa, though, as the third year’s posture starts to droop. He catches himself mid-fall with a surprised sniff and raises his head, blinking.

“Oikawa-san,” Tobio whispers, trying not to disturb the other passengers, “are you okay?”

Oikawa sleepily mumbles something about pulling an all-nighter for a project and then having practice after school. Tobio grimaces and then has to lunge to grab hold of Oikawa’s jersey as he pitches forward. 

At this rate, Tobio thinks Oikawa might just pass out on the floor of the car. “Oikawa-san,” he says again, “if you need to sleep, you can, uh...” He awkwardly gestures. “My shoulder. You can...use that.” 

He winces, sure that Oikawa is going to mock him. However, lack of sleep and pure exhaustion seem to have diminished Oikawa’s ability to make sharp jabs significantly, as the other just stares for a second before leaning in. Warm breath tickling Tobio’s ear, Oikawa whispers, “If you tell anyone about this, you’re dead,” before his head ungracefully plops onto Tobio’s shoulder.

Tobio is so surprised that he can hardly register what’s just happened. He sits stiffly, trying not to move Oikawa, but his eyes stray more often than he cares to admit. They’re even closer now, close enough that Tobio can see how long Oikawa’s eyelashes are and how a little tendril of hair rises with every quiet exhale.

His hair looks really soft. 

Once he’s certain Oikawa is asleep, Tobio tilts his head, letting his cheek rest gently atop the fluffy brown hair and yes, it is as soft as he thought. He’ll make sure to move before Oikawa wakes up, but until then, the two of them will sit here, squished a little too close for comfort, sharing warmth. 

Maybe he should take the train more often.

#oikage #haikyuu #kageyama tobio #oikawa tooru #my writing #originally posted on twitter #btw they both end up falling asleep and missing their stops #alas!! they're forced to spend more time together #finally remembered i was supposed to be archiving my twt threads lol

[seijoh4whore]

☀︎︎ //Haikyuu characters reacting/responding to:

— The group chat finding your thirst tweets

⚠️ // Warnings: language, suggestive

Post-time skip, gender neutral y/n, part 2/2 ( part 1 is the thirst tweets - part 2 is the messages from the gc )

🤍 Characters : Bokuto Koutarou, Oikawa Toorū, Kageyama Tobio, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Miya Atsumu, Sakusa Kiyoomi

Bokuto Koutarou ↴

Oikawa Toorū ↴

Kageyama Tobio ↴

Ushijima Wakatoshi ↴

Miya Atsumu ↴

Sakusa Kiyoomi ↴

Requests closed for this thread I’m sorry ♥︎

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[maybe-a-dinosaur]

iwaizumi hajime uses wired apple headphones!!!!!!! all the time forever and ever even after bluetooth and airpods like whateverr he doesn’t care. he upgraded once from ogs to the kind that fit in your ears better and have the volume/microphone on the right wire and he never looked back. they’re more reliable he doesn’t have to remember to charge them they’re cheap for when they (inevitably) break he puts them in his pocket for two (2) seconds they come back out All Knotted Up he has to untangle them constantly but it’s #worthit. he wears them so the main wire is under his sweatshirt/jacket and only the ear pieces are out through the collar (CRUCIAL) this mostly practical so it doesn’t get caught on things (or yanked) but also looks so fjcking cool even though he doesn’t actually care. hoooollylyt shit this image is So Vivid.

flash forward i’m picturing iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer making BANK he has all the newer apple products nice phone macbook pro ipad w pencil apple watch (big fitness guy) and the same shitty wired headphones he’s been using since middle school. he Will Not convert. he gets flamed by the team but he can work out and listen to music without worrying abt airpods falling out and getting crushed in the weight room by bokuto’s deadlift plates he’s WINNING he’s So Right he sacrifices sound quality for convenience he is set in his ways you can’t teach an old dog new tricks and hajime is a 2000s kid through and through

#iwaizumi hajime is so fucking cool #he goes through headphones like shoes they fray down to the wire hanging on by a thread like did he put them in a shredder?? #tooru used to yank the wire and give him whiplash growing up so the under the shirt thing was a survival adaptation #he wears them while skateboarding!!???!?!??!??mmdmfmmmm #this came to me in a vision #apple headphones #wired headphones #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru #iwaoi #bokuto kotaro #haikyuu

[luminouschaotic]

furudate released a new character interview and no one fucking talk to me

#crying for the next three to five business days #found family bitches won today #also there’s a whole twitter thread. highly recommend. there’s bokuaka content #haikyuu #inarizaki #kita shinsuke #aran ojiro #atsumu miya #osamu miya

[fufukunaga]

#sakuatsu | demiromantic Atsumu

Atsumu who is well aware of Kiyoomi's crush on him. And it boosts his ego like no other. He can tell from the flush of Kiyoomi's ears every time Atsumu flirts with him. He can feel Kiyoomi's eyes on him whenever they're at practice or just any time they're in close proximity.

It feels nice, being liked by Sakusa Kiyoomi who is known for hating everyone. Atsumu shamelessly flirts with him, enjoying the flustered look on his face hidden behind Kiyoomi's scrunched up nose and frown. He'd saying something like "Shut up, Miya" and walk away.

Atsumu likes the attention but he can't see say that he likes Sakusa Kiyoomi. He's not blind. He knows the man is attractive with his dark curly hair and that cute iconic twin moles on his forehead. And he enjoys Kiyoomi's company, loves bantering with him. But romantically?

He's not sure.

When Kiyoomi confesses, Atsumu admits that he already knew, that Kiyoomi wasn't as subtle as he thought he was. That makes the spiker flush once again. Atsumu smirks.

Kiyoomi asks him on a date. Atsumu agrees. He's not really sure why. Maybe he's curious.

How would the Sakusa Kiyoomi try to romance him?

It turns out Kiyoomi doesn't have as much dating experience and is awkward and shy and surprisingly endearing. Atsumu teases him for it, pokes fun at his inexperience. Kiyoomi tries to rebut but it's not as effective with his ears pink.

Kiyoomi offers to walk Atsumu home and finding no reason to decline, Atsumu agrees. When they reach the door to Atsumu's apartment, Kiyoomi leans down for a kiss. This surprises Atsumu. He pulls back.

Kiyoomi's eyes widen but accepts the rejection. He mutters a quick and quiet sorry before he turns around to leave.

"Omi-kun, wait!"

Kiyoomi turns back around. His ears are flushed pink again but it's not as cute and endearing as the previous times it's happened. He's embarrassed from the rejection, he knows. He probably wants to go home more than ever but Atsumu appreciates him staying.

Kiyoomi has always been considerate towards him, Atsumu realizes.

"I—" he stammers. Kiyoomi blinks at him expectantly. Maybe he's holding back tears. "Please, don't take this the wrong way."

Kiyoomi snorts, humorlessly. "How am I supposed to take it, Miya?"

The use of his last name hurts more than Atsumu would think after a night of calling him Atsumu during their date.

"Please," Atsumu pleads, though he's not really sure what he's asking. "I really enjoyed our date. More than I thought I would. And—"

"If you're going to turn me down, better cut it with the lip service and give it to me straight," Kiyoomi snaps. And Atsumu thinks he might've heard his voice break.

"No," Atsumu says. "I— I don't like ya the way ya like me."

"Thanks. Is that all?" Kiyoomi's not looking at him anymore. Atsumu doesn't like that.

"What I meant to say," Atsumu tries again. "Romance is not something I... understand. It's just—" He gestures with his hands, trying to come up with the right word but coming up short. "The whole dating thing— I don't get it but I don't want to lose ya, Omi."

Kiyoomi finally meets his eyes. They're questioning and unsure but Atsumu feels they're getting a little bit closer to understanding each other.

"I don't like ya. At least not yet," Atsumu continues. "I like our friendship. And I trust ya, more than anyone in the world, maybe. But it's not the same as how ya feel, I think."

"What are ya saying, Atsumu?" Kiyoomi asks, walking slowly towards him.

Back to Atsumu, he notes. A good sign.

"What I'm saying is, I want to try," Atsumu says. "With ya. Dating ya. But maybe we can take thingsslow? Like super super super slow? I don't know when I'll get there but I will. It just always takes time for me to... fall in love, I guess."

Kiyoomi's eyes roam around his face, as if looking for something. He doesn't say anything and it's making Atsumu nervous.

"I understand if yer not willing to wait for me for how long. But I really do appreciate our friendship. Yer my best friend, Omi-kun. I can't lose you."

Atsumu's holding onto the sleeves of Kiyoomi's sweater sleeves.

Dating has always been hard for Atsumu. He's tried several times since high school but he always ends up doing casual hookups and short term relationships. He doesn't really understand what he's doing wrong but it seems it's always been hard for him to connect with other people romantically.

Kiyoomi is different. Atsumu knows they have this connection.

It's not an inherently romantic connection but he trusts him. And they've known each other for years. Kiyoomi is safe and comfortable. And Atsumu shudders to think of losing all that and starting again with another person.

"Please just promise me however this ends between us that we still stay friends. /Please./"

"Atsumu."

He doesn't know when Kiyoomi has gotten so close. But he's caressing Atsumu's cheek gently like he's holding something precious.

"I'm not going anywhere," Kiyoomi says. "I'll stay by your side as long as you'll have me. We can take it however slow you like. Even if it's at a snail's pace. I'll take anything you can give me. Okay?"

"Really?"

Kiyoomi nods. His eyes are sparkling with unshed tears but he's smiling. Atsumu's can't help but smile back.

"Okay," he says. "Do ya want to come in?"

Kiyoomi seems taken aback by the question, unsure how to answer.

Astumu smirks, opening his door and letting Kiyoomi in. "I gotta tell ya about this guy I went on a date with."

Kiyoomi chuckles at that as he removes his shoes and enters the apartment. "Oh? How did it go?"

"It was probably the best date I've ever been on," Atsumu says, tension leaving his body. He finally feels relaxed in his own house with his best friend.

They talk for for hours and hours with the TV acting as background noise as they lounge on the couch.

#sakuatsu #haikyuu #miya atsumu #sakusa kiyoomi #bre's thread fics

[inmyimperfectmind]

Home

"Alright, let's call it a day!" said Coach Foster.

"I'm gonna practice fer a bit longer," said Atsumu grabbing a ball.

It was Valentines Day and it was days like this that being so far from Rin hurt.

They had breakfast over Zoom and had plans for dinner as well. They texted throughout the day but he missed the kisses and just holding his hand. Atsumu wasn't looking forward to being in his apartment without Rin.

"Atsumu, don't over do it," warned Meian.

"I won't, Cap."

"Aren't you having dinner with Suna?" asked Sakusa.

"Yeah, but not til 8."

"Ya sure about that?" smirked Meian, looking over his shoulder.

Atsumu gave a confused look and gasped when he turned around.

"Rin?"

Dressed in sweats and eating a chuupet, Atsumu thought he never looked more handsome.

"Hey Tsumu."

Not thinking twice, he ran across the court and picked up his boyfriend.

"What are ya doing here?" he asked, pulling back slightly.

"Thought I'd visit," said Rin shrugging.

Happy tears started to form and Atsumu squeezed him harder.

"Ya missed me?" he asked grinning.

"Maybe."

They hugged for a few more minutes until Rin pulled away. "You stink & you're sweaty. Go take a shower."

"Ya love it when I'm sweaty," he said slyly.

Leaning in, Rin whispered, "I love watching you naked and sweating as you ride me."

"Rin!" said Atsumu, looking around to see if anyone heard.

"OK, fine, I also love it when you're on top and pounding into me," he conceded.

"I'm takin' a shower now!" Atsumu said, backing away as his cheeks burnt red as Rin chuckled. His favorite thing was seeing Atsumu blush.

"I'll wait for you here," he said, sitting on a bench.

Since Atsumu also loved seeing Rin blush, he turned around and yelled, "I love you, Suna Rintarou!"

He was rewarded with Rin's cheeks turning pink. Atsumu grinned widely as he turned towards the locker rooms, when he heard a familiar voice call-out, "Hey idiot!"

Atsumu turned around, expecting to see Rin's deadpanned face. Instead he saw a soft smile and cheeks his favorite shade of pink. "I love you, Miya Atsumu," he said loudly, before putting up his hood as awws were heard around the gym.

It wasn't the first time Rin said I love you, but it was the first time he shared it loudly in public. Atsumu knew his boyfriend wasn't huge on public declarations, so the fact Rin said it so publicly was not lost on him. He stared in surprise for a moment before he walked back over to him to kiss him gently. "Thank ya," he said, caressing his face.

Rin's cheeks remained pink as MSBY continued to tease them.

"Yer so cute when ya blush," teased Atsumu.

Pushing his face away, Rin said, "Go take your shower, dummy."

"Alright, I'll go."

He quickly showered, so he could to be with Rin. He grabbed his hand to pull him up.

"Ya ready?" he asked.

"Yeah, let's go home," said Rin, the soft smile appearing again.

Kissing Rin's hand, Atsumu said, "Home."

#atsusuna #sunaatsu #miya atsumu #suna rintarou #haikyuu!! #my fanfic writing #imported thread fic before the demise of a certain former bird app

[rossalotus]

Imagine Kou working part time delivering pizzas on his freshman year at uni and not telling Keiji

He knows his best friend orders pizza on the day before important exams so when he sees an order to that very familiar address, he takes it himself Koutarou rings the bell and hears footsteps coming down, ready to surprise his best friend.

It isn’t Keiji who opens the door, though. It’s his mother She greets him first and then she stops, gazes at him again and blinks. A second later, a smile paints her face

“Hello, Koutarou-kun,” she says in a soft tone, “wait a bit, I’ll call him.” Turning around, she screams: “KEIJI, YOUR BOYFRIEND IS HERE!”

Koutarou’s face turns red as he hears the familiar voice of his best friend coming down in fury

“Mom, I told you Koutarou is not my boyfriend yet AND there’s no way he’s here so stop yelling would y…”

He stops talking as soon as he sees Koutarou staring at him at the door and Keiji’s face flushes even more than his Keiji then starts to mumble something but Koutarou’s is too busy replaying that one line “Koutarou is not my boyfriend yet” in his head to listen

He’s pulled back to Earth by two blue globes staring at him. He shakes his head

“Sorry, Akaashi-kun. I didn’t catch that”

“I said thank you for the pizza, I didn’t know you worked there” Keiji said, suddenly glancing at the floor

“I got that job so that I could see you more often,” Koutarou replies, “even if just for a minute” Keiji frowns “You need a reason to see me?”

“Well, I’m not your boyfriend yet so,” Koutarou starts but can’t finish because he’s laughing mid-sentence, Keiji soon joining him

They stop laughing when a voice comes from behind them. It’s Keiji’s mother

“Could you then become boyfriends soon so I can have my dinner? I’m starving!”

Keiji and Koutarou glance at each other, still smiling. In both minds, the same question: “how come we didn’t do this sooner?”

#haikyuu fanfiction #bokuaka #bkak #twitter thread #my writing #akaashi keiji #bokuto x akaashi #bokuto koutaro

[glucosehighs]

Kiyoomi who’s completely clueless when it comes to adulting things because the only thing he’s learnt from his parents growing up is that if you throw money at a problem, you can hire people to solve it for you.

He grew up with a housekeeper who took care of his meals and who called the plumber and electrician when anything needed fixing, so he’s never learnt any basic skills. 

Did he finally pick some things up in university? Absolutely not, he refused to stay with those slobs in campus housing. Since his family home is in Tokyo anyway, he opts to take the train home everyday instead.

Moving to Osaka to join MSBY is a massive cultural shock. He eats takeout for a whole month before he finally has had enough of the MSG and preservatives going into his body and money leaking out of his wallet (takeout is expensive for Omi’s rich boy tastebuds) and buys a single knife and a chopping board. He then lives on salad every day until the team’s dietician notices he’s not been putting on much muscle mass and instructs him to include meat in every meal. 

That’s when he caves and asks, through gritted teeth, if any of his teammates knows how to cook and would be willing to show him. That brings a round of slow blinks from around the room. 

Hinata breaks the silence. “Y-you don’t know how to cook, Omi-san?”

“Don’t look so shocked,” he grumbles. “I’m doing the restaurants near my area a favour, you know.” 

“When you say you don’t know how to cook,” Atsumu ventures. “Do you mean like, you can’t cook nice fancy meals?”

He stares Atsumu dead in the eye when he replies. “I’ve never cooked an egg in my life.” 

This causes something of an uproar in the locker room. “Never cooked an egg in your life,” Bokuto, who snacks on at least a dozen boiled eggs a day, looks almost faint.

The team then decided unanimously, without consulting him whatsoever, that it is of paramount importance that he should learn how to cook. They assign Atsumu, Bokuto, and Hinata the task, and the three of them show up on his doorstep that Saturday, armed with bags of groceries.

“Where are all your pots and pans, Omi-san?” Hinata’s brow is furrowed as he pulls open empty drawer after empty drawer in the kitchen. 

“I don’t see the need to own them,” Kiyoomi sniffs. “Oh, and be careful going into the toilet. One of the light bulbs stopped working, so I’m going to have to move out soon.” 

“You’re going to move out,” Atsumu repeats in a monotone, “because one of your lightbulbs is blown.” 

Kiyoomi honestly does not see anything wrong with his logic. “Yes, the apartment is no longer functional, so I’ll have to move.”

“How are you still alive?” Bokuto wonders with complete sincerity. 

Kiyoomi shrugs. He doesn’t have a response to that. 

The three of them get started on Kiyoomi’s unofficial education, coming over every weekend to teach him a new life skill. Bokuto teaches him how to change a lightbulb. Hinata shares recipes for quick meals from his time in Brazil, and falls over from laughing when Kiyoomi admits that he doesn’t know how to operate a microwave. Atsumu, who has apparently spent much time helping his brother start his restaurant, patiently teaches Kiyoomi how to do his taxes. 

Slowly, Kiyoomi starts to pick up these skills. It takes him a whole weekend of trial and error and ten different youtube videos, but the MSBY group chat floods with congratulatory messages when Kiyoomi shares that he fixed a leaky pipe in the bathroom all by himself. He manages not to freak out at the sight of a cockroach in his house, and instead manages to gather the guts to trap it under a container and fling it out of the window. (Atsumu sheds tears of pride when he recounts that particular anecdote to him). Finally, seven months after joining the Black Jackals, he invites the team over to his house for a home-cooked meal.

“So how likely is it that I’m going to get food-poisoning from this?” Inunaki is only half-joking. “I mean, I still remember how Bokuto told us that your first fried egg was crunchy because of all the bits of egg shell he found in it.”

Kiyoomi keeps his expression as neutral as possible as he lays the dishes out on the dining table. “Only one way to find out,” he intones. 

He watches as the team tentatively goes to take a bite of the food, and watches as their shoulders relax in relief, and the expressions on their faces turn to pure delight. 

“Wow, Omi-kun!” Bokuto exclaims. “This is really, really good!” 

“Yeah,” Atsumu chips in. “What can I say, you might just give my brother a run for his money.” The team hums in agreement, and praises him for the meal. 

Kiyoomi smiles to himself, and tries not to eye the seemingly innocuous kitchen cupboard where he’d stashed the takeout containers just seconds before the team had piled in. After all, no one needs to know about the disaster of a burnt pile sitting at the bottom of his trash bin. 

Anyway, as far as Kiyoomi is concerned, he couldn’t care less about not being able to cook or do any of those adult things his peers did. Why would he? If he ever needs anything, he has his family right here to help him out.

#my old twitter threads #sakusa kiyoomi #haikyuu!! #08/03/21 #921 words

[dreamingpartone]

He had grieved over that jacket for months, only for it to be hidden away by hands yearning for a fantasy of a future. Yet he couldn’t be upset. “I really fell for a madman.”

my artwork from the final chapter of Threads of Gold (by the marvellous @spadebrigade)

#nishinoya yuu #azumane asahi #asanoya #haikyuu!! #haikyuu fanart #threads of gold #doodles and miscellania #been meaning to post this all week but kept getting interrupted or distracted dhdjdj #but now finally! finally….last tog chapter art post (for tumblr) <3 #i know i've said it a few times but thank u to all who have come along on the ride <3

[tetsuissohot]

☆ Kōtarō Bokuto ☆

Next: Daichi

#haikyuu thread #haikyu x reader #anime #bokuto koutarou #haikyuu bokuto #hq bokuto #bokuto x reader #bokuto koutaro x reader #anime boy #boyfriend #boys #volle windel #captain #haikyū!! #haikyuu captains

[petboymart]

lost in the woods (NSFW)

f!reader x snow leopard sakusa + yak ushijima (2x1)

employee notice : i don’t know much about yaks and literally wrote this in my notes app bc i don’t have any wifi, so i couldn’t do any research,, so i based what i know off literally zootopia and assumptions (if i got anything wrong lmk, i’d like to know more abt yaks) also my head rlly hurts rn

this product contains : dubcon (kinda) 2 possessive wild boys, female reader, mention of female genitalia, tiny mention of readers fam, oral (reader receiving), titty sucking!!, fingering

you should really start listening to your father more often, you realize, as you look around and realize that you are not back at the campsite.

“remember to take the map with you, and go with someone when you leave the campsite!” he had warned, and of course you in your prideful glory brushed him off, you could handle going to the bathroom by yourself.

stupid. dumb dumb dummy you thought, internally beating yourself up.

right now you looked around, all the trees looked the same, and your flashlight wasn’t industrial size, and didn’t help with sight. cheap thing it was. it honestly felt like a cliche horror movie. your phone was dead and even if it did work you were in the middle of nowhere with no service. all you had was a bag with toilet paper, pads and tampons, water, a flashlight, a first aid kit and toothbrushes and toothpaste. you suddenly felt scared. you were lost, in the woods of the highlands in the middle of nowhere.

there was the sound of something snapping in the woods around you. you jumped. another snap of a stick on the other side of the woods. you wheeled around, flashing your weak flashlight as if it could protect you.

you heard a growl and whimpered.

“oh god please don’t hurt me.” you squeaked. the bushes rustled, and something took a step out. you screamed, throwing your flashlight.

“ah- ow!” a deep voice exclaimed.

“oh god oh my god please don’t kill me please! i’ll- i’ll hurt you i’ll choke you with a tampon!” you yowled, switching from begging sadness to fiery threats.

“of course you scared her.” a deeper voice called from behind her and you whirled around, falling on your ass as you squealed. the flashlight that had fallen on the ground shined brightly on the two figures, revealing two men.

the first man, who was rubbing his head as he was the one you threw the flashlight at was.. beautiful. he had nice curly black hair and dark eyes. he had two moles above his brow, and his face was set with a deep pout. he also had a pair of fluffy white ears atop his head and a thick spotted tail swishing behind him.

the second man was big, burly with large muscular arms and a broad chest. he had short brown hair that was tinted with what seemed to be the color of moss, and there were a few small flowers in his hair. his eyes were olive green and his face was straight and square. he was so geometric. he had dark floppy ears on his head as well as large horns that had vines and other herbs hanging from them, seemingly tangled in them. they both glared at each other, and then looked down at you. the one with the black hair sighed, the hand that was rubbing his head moved to reach out to you.

“i’m sorry for scaring you, i didn’t mean to. i just saw you were panicked and i wanted to help. i’m sakusa.” he said, his white ears pinned to his head as his face flushed pink.

you took his hand, standing up, still silent in shock. the other man huffed, dragging his foot against the ground.

“i’m ushijima. i also came to help. you’re lost.” he said, the last part wasn’t really a question, it was a statement. that’s when you found your voice again.

“yeah.. i um.. i don’t know where my campsite is.” you murmured, avoiding eye contact with both of them. you could feel their heavy eyes on you, and you held back from squirming.

sakusa stared at you with dilated pupils, you smelled nice. fresh. clean. his nose twitched. he wanted to rub his face against your neck and your face and your entire body. his instincts insisted he take you to his home and lay you in his nest of furs and feathers and keep you there until you smell like him entirely. you could scratch his ears and rub his belly. he could keep your safe and warm with his own body heat. he clenched his fists to tether himself to reality, to control his urges.

ushijima thought you looked like a doe, lost in the woods all alone. you fiddled with your hands, biting your lip nervously. ushijima wanted to bite your lip himself. he wanted to pick you up and carry you away, keep you warm nestled in his arms, the thick hair on his chest perfect for you to nuzzle in. you seemed like you would fit perfectly against him. he could carry you on his shoulders to pick the fruits in the trees, lay you on his back when he was in his animal form and nap with you as you helped take leaves out of his thick coat. he blinked himself out of his dreams as you stared at them both wide eyed.

they glanced at each other, seeming to have a little staring contest before both nodding, begrudgingly.

“we’ll take care of you, sweet one. we’ll keep you safe for the night.” sakusa said in a honey sweet tone, as you carefully nodded. him and ushijima both took one of your hands, and ushijima took your bag. you didn’t know what to say really as they led you to a cave, watching you with sweet eyes.

“there’s no furs or blankets, we’ll keep you warm.” said ushijima as they watched you sit down on the cave floor.

they sat on either side of you, their warm bodies emanating heat. you were still sort of dazed from the whole situation as you laid down. sakusa hugged you from your left, as ushijima did the same from your right. the yak’s large hand squeezed your hip, making your stomach tingle. the snow leopard nuzzled against your neck, purring. the vibrations from his bare chest made your heart thump.

two kind strangers have helped you when you’re lost in the woods and are even keeping you warm. yet all you can do is think with your cunt?! you internally berated yourself. two kind strangers. two insanely attractive large hot strangers. both of whom were pressed against you like there was no room when you were all in fact in a very large cave.

you squeezed your legs together, using all your willpower to try and calm your nether regions, as sakusa’s clawed hand rubbed circles on your stomach, only covered by a thin tank top. you were hot, you were sweaty. you weren’t wearing a bra. you shuffled around in your laid down position, your shorts riding up to reveal more of your thigh and just the slightest glimpse of your ass. black panties. you didn’t notice but the two wild boys.. no, wild men, did. ushijima breathed in sharply, steeling himself. sakusa parted his mouth just slightly, the scent of your hidden treasure making his eyes roll back in his head. the two looked at eachother. they wanted you so bad. they could tell you wanted them too.

slowly, slowly, sakusa used his hand to bring your face to his. ushijima’s hand that was on your hip moved lower, tracing shapes on your shorts. you shivered. the straight faced yak smirked just slightly. you looked at sakusa innocently, plump lips just mocking him with the way they parted to huff out a short breath.

his self control was in shreds. sakusa kissed you, making your lidded eyes fly open in shock as you jumped. you didn’t know what to do, barely comprehending as you kissed back.

sakusa’s catlike tongue poked around your mouth. tasting and rubbing against your tongue, the strange texture of his tongue giving a brand new sensation to you. ushijima wanted your attention too though, as his big hands went up your shirt, his rough palms cupping your breasts. you squealed into sakusa’s mouth as he moved his lips from yours. your lips were puffy and spit slicked and it made sakusa purr. ushijima squeezed your breast’s and you moaned.

“we want you. do you want us?” ushijima said, levelheadedly as if his hands weren’t kneading your tits.

“mm-mhhhm yes oh-!” you said, squeaking. when you said yes, ushijima tugged on your nipple, making you squeak.

sakusa purred. he dragged your shorts off, as you lifted your hips so he could wiggle them off, throwing them somewhere in the cave. ushijima rid you of your shirt. all that was covering you were your panties, and soon those were gone as well. you were laid bare beneath them as they took your body in with glazed eyes.

your breath came short and fast as they observed you, then slowly moved. ushijima kissed your lips, once again cupping your breasts and playing with your now erect nipples.

sakusa lowered himself until he was at the same level as your drooling cunt. he gave a tentative lick and your leg twitched, and he proceeded to bury his nose and mouth into your folds. you squealed into ushijimas open mouth, as the yak swallowed all your moans hungrily. his mouth moved from your lips to your tits as he took your right nipple into his mouth, tugging and rolling the other one between his pointer and thumb. his warm mouth around your nipple made you squirm, as you tangled your hand into his hair and tugged. he groaned. ushijima sucked harshly on your nipple then lazily dragged his tongue over it.

sakusa was deep in your pussy, lost in the taste and scent. he swallowed your juices greedily, pushing his tongue in and out of your throbbing cunt. his nose rubbed against your clit, making you close your legs around his head. that made him feel even better as the feel of your thighs enclosing him, making him stay down there, felt heavenly. his sandpaper tongue twisted and slurped your cunt, before he brought a finger into your pussy too, then another. he pumped in and out of your pussy rhythmically, as he continued to suck and kiss and practically make out with your pussy.

both of them stimulated your most sensitive areas, and soon heat built up in your stomach as you clenched your fists. your moans grew louder as you approached your high.

“‘m gonna cum, ‘m gonna cum-“ you chanted, eyes rolled back. that made ushijima and sakusa work harder, sucking and licking and doing whatever they could to bring your orgasm closer. they succeeded.

“cumming! cumming cumming cumming-“ you repeated as the knot in your stomach snapped and a wave of pleasure crashed into you. you let out a silent scream as your body went rigid, yet you began to twitch as ushijima and sakusa didn’t stop.

“i just cummed- i can’t-“ you started but when you lifted your head you were met with two animalistic stares.

they were not done. this was going to be a long night. you squealed as the overstimulation crossed with a second orgasm. in the dim light of the cave, you could see something thick bulging out of both of their pants.

well, at least you weren’t still lost in the woods.

#petboy mart !! #nox !! #haikyuu petboys !! #snow leopard boy sakusa !! #yak boy ushijima !! #customer service !! #anonymous customer !! #wrote this in the car and i am hanging by a thread #my head pounds but it’s okay bc they pound u harder #god i’m so FUNNY #oh my god i forgot to respond to the ask i’m such an idiot bye sorry

[inevitableinfinity]

fhq oikage in a tavern | inspired by @iizuumi <3 | 800 words | originally posted here

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It’s evening, the last rays of sun a barely visible orange tint on the dusty road. Lanterns light the entrances of various dwellings, and one in particular seems to be lively in spite of the autumn chill.

Tobio ducks inside the tavern, nodding to a couple of friendly faces before grabbing a drink. He takes a seat near the back, watching his fellow patrons and their slightly inebriated activities. Amongst those simply having a drink after the long week, he notes a shady deal happening in the other back corner, a group of plucky adventurers striking up a conversation with the grizzled barkeep, and a handful of what appear to be regulars singing along to the bard as he plucks away on the lute.

A figure takes a seat across from Tobio, interrupting his observations. “You don’t mind, do you?” the newcomer asks. “All of the other tables are occupied.”

Tobio casts a skeptical eye at the various empty seats scattered throughout the tavern. “You need to come up with a better line,” he says. “Most people wouldn’t accept such a flimsy excuse.” 

 Oikawa shrugs, slipping his hood off. “If it works on you then it’s fine, right?” 

 “I’ll only accept it if you buy the next round,” Tobio replies.

Oikawa’s mouth twitches into a half-smile. “I might need to work on my excuses, but you need to learn to bargain better,” he says. “Fine, though. Next round is on me.” He takes a sip from the mug Tobio had left for him and he makes a face. “What’s in this?”

Oikawa has a penchant for complaining about the, ah, refreshments served in the taverns they end up meeting in, so Tobio lets him rant for a few minutes, knowing that, regardless of whatever Oikawa says, he will still have a few more drinks before the end of the night.

Tobio takes this time to admire his companion. The warm lighting of the room softens Oikawa’s features. He looks younger (I am young, for a demon! Oikawa always protests. It’s not my fault humans age faster than a picked flower in the sun), a little less royal, and a little more like the Oikawa only Tobio knows. No one would guess that this being in a commonplace tavern in a barely-on-the-maps town is the Demon King himself. Which, of course, is the point of being here. 

 “What?” Oikawa asks, giving Tobio a small frown. “Did the hood mess up my hair?” 

“No—well, actually,” Tobio amends just to see Oikawa’s frantic patting down of his head, and he chuckles. 

Oikawa scowls when he realizes what Tobio’s done. “After I buy the next round, that’s it. I’m leaving and going to find some nicer company.” 

Tobio hums, stretching his leg out casually to press his ankle against Oikawa’s. “What if I offer to buy the third round?” 

Oikawa’s eyes never leave Tobio’s as the scowl becomes more of a pout. “Maybe you aren’t as bad at bargaining as you let on,” the demon murmurs. 

He rises to grab the promised drinks, and when he returns, he’s swaying slightly and humming along to the music. “You know this song?” Tobio asks, taking the mug from Oikawa.

Oikawa shrugs. “Some variation of it. You’ve probably heard it before. Listen,” he says, and Tobio leans forward as if to concentrate on the music but tunes out everything except for Oikawa’s soft hum and the faint tickle of breath in Tobio’s ear.

Oikawa smiles when the song finishes and gently clinks his mug to Tobio’s. “Cheers,” he says. 

“Cheers,” Tobio echoes, settling back in his seat. Oikawa’s knee bumps his. They exchange a look that says a million things but can be boiled down to this moment is ours and ours alone as they both raise their mugs to their lips.

A few hours and too many drinks later, Oikawa’s cheeks are rosy and he’s leaning far too heavily on Tobio to be as in control of himself as he claims he is. (To be fair, Tobio is not faring much better himself.) 

They stumble upstairs to the room Tobio requested, shedding their gear and heavy boots as they make their way to the bed. It’s probably too small for two adult-sized beings, but not enough space is the last thing on their minds.

“Are you sure?” Tobio mumbles even as he clings to Oikawa, who is warmer and softer than memories can recall. He knows the timing is bad; negotiations have just begun and the looming threat of winter hastens the process. Even these precious few hours could make a difference and if Oikawa must return, then Tobio will not stop him. 

 “For you, I have all the time in the world,” Oikawa says with a wink. They both know that isn’t true, but they’ll both pretend like it is. One night is all they ever get, so one night will have to be enough.

#this was my first thread! #i wrote it in an hour #i basically blacked out #oikage #kageyama tobio #oikawa tooru #haikyuu #fhq #my writing #originally posted on twitter