Tsukishima's Vandetta Against Winter Because Yamaguchi's Freckles Disappear In The Cold.

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Tsukishima *it’s only a club* Kei 🏐 Haikyuu!!

“While many people think fanfiction is about inserting sex into texts (like Tolkien’s) where it doesn’t belong, Brancher sees it differently: “I was desperate to read about sex that included great friendship; I was repurposing Tolkien’s text in order to do that. It wasn’t that friendship needed to be sexualized, it was that erotica needed to be … friendship-ized.” Many fanfiction writers write about sex in conjunction with beloved texts and characters not because they think those texts are incomplete, but because they’re looking for stories where sex is profound and meaningful. This is part of what makes fan fiction different from pornography: unlike pornography, fanfic features characters we already care deeply about, and who tend to already have long-standing and complex relationships with each other. It’s a genre of sexual subjectification: the very opposite of objectification. It’s benefits with friendship.”

— Francesca Coppa, “Introduction to The Dwarf’s Tale,” The Fanfiction Reader (via francescacoppa)

Someone put it into words. I gotta sit down

♥︎ ┊what can i do for you?

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( yamaguchi / black f.reader)

＃ tags :: fingering (m receiving), sugar baby yamaguchi, pillow princess yamaguchi, oral sex (m receiving) , d/s vibes

＃ wc :: 1.2k

＃ a/n :: just tossing this out here to see how readers feel about switch boys who actually bottom.

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"when⎯when did you even have time to order this?" yamaguchi asked, holding his new phone in soft hands. he stared at you in disbelief, and something beautiful, awe hidden plainly in his pretty brown eyes. he had actually broken his phone about a week ago, but he had been so busy with finals, and therefore couldn't meet with you in person, which meant you noticed his broken phone just before you got on your flight.

you shrugged, trying to play it cool. "i got someone to order it for me" secretly though, you were over the moon for him. and it pleased you to buy yamaguchi things, especially things you knew he would appreciate.

"how much did it cost?"

"doesn't matter" yamaguchi opened his mouth to speak. "and no, you aren't going to pay me back. i won't let you. this is really no big deal"

yamaguchi frowned. he gestured. around the lavish hotel room expressively "i don't know if you noticed, but we have two very different definitions of 'no big deal'"

you patted the spot on the bed next to you, and your boyfriend spent no time curling up around you. "you're in your head again baby" you said gently, turning to press a kiss to the first part of him you could reach; his upper bicep. even though yamaguchi was larger, and much taller, he still managed to fit just right against the crook of your neck like a snuggly koala. and even though things between the two of you were far from normal, it felt right. it was where both of you belonged.

"it's just...you already do a lot for me" he muttered, cheeks pinking under the soft light. probably referring to your latest scheme. you whisked him away on vacation because he seemed stressed out, and no matter how he tried to downplay it, university life was getting to him. you hated seeing him doing anything less than the things that made him happy.

"i do these things for you because i want to. we both know i wouldn't do anything i wouldn't want tadashi. so please stop acting like your inconveniencing me" yamaguchi pulled a face, like he still wanted to argue, so you pulled him down into a heated kiss. when you released him, hands still framing his face, you saw the hunger burning behind his smile. he leaned down to kiss you again, gasping into your mouth when your hands trailed up to tug at his nipples.

"can we?" he asked vaguely, not quite meeting your eye, and practically tripped over himself to take off his clothes when you said yes. yamaguchi hurried to get back in his spot, reaching his arms out and silently asking for another kiss, which you were happy to do.

you shed your own clothes, not that you were wearing much from your shower earlier and straddled yamaguchi's lap . you could feel his hardon pressing into your thigh. "i want you to just sit here and be pretty. can you do that for me tadashi? be my pretty little prince?"

yamaguchi whined. the sound was sweeter than drizzled honey. "i can do that"

"i know you can," you said, kissing down his jaw. he itched to touch you, to run his hands up and down your sides and the squish of your thighs. but as much as he liked to touch you, he liked it even more when you touched him, when you told him how good he was for letting you do what you wanted. you pressed a knee between his inner thighs and giggled when immediately, he began to roll his hips. "you're so good to everyone else. even when they don't deserve it. let me spoil you. i promise it's not a bad thing"

he whined lowly, squirming against your knee. you were happy to just watch, content in hearing his quiet moans and the feeling of his sharp hipbones making contact against your own. yamaguchi threw his head back onto the pillow. what a pretty picture he made, tip of his pretty cock red and leaking. "ha. hnng, more, please!"

you laughed, the sound knife-sharp and condescending. "oh but i am touching you pretty boy" you pressed your knee against his leaking cock for emphasis. " if you want something else baby, you've got to be specific. you know how to ask for things that you want"

there wasn't much else you loved in this world besides teasing yamaguchi. he always gave you everything, the best of all he had to offer. "wan' your mouth! y/n⎯please"

"you're so pretty when you beg" you whispered in his ear, grinning. you shifted down to rest on the bed , spreading yamaguchi's legs, and then lifting them, adjusting yourself properly. he couldn't hold in the noise he made when your mouth finally went down on his, couldn't even if he tried. but you always liked it better when he didn't, he when told you how good he felt.

"so⎯ so good! ha, f-fuck"

you patted around the bed for the lube. yamaguchi's eyes flew open (almost comically) when he heard the sound of the lid uncapping, and he began to push his hips out impatiently. you pulled off his dick, and swatted at the head of cock, soothing the sting with a kiss. yamaguchi's hands settled softly into your hair as you went back down on him. you spread the cold liquid onto your index finger, circling around his rim before pushing in slowly.

he released a choked noise, voice trembling above you. to take away from the initial pain you knew he felt, your tongue trailed through the slit of the head, and then swirled around it. bingo,you thought triumphantly as one of yamaguchi's tell-tale 'i'm close' moans rung through the hotel room. once the initial discomfort passed, there was only smooth sailing. you pushed your finger in and out of him, quickly picking up pace, pressing against his walls in all the right places.

yamaguchi rolled his hips into your mouth, fucking your face and chasing his high. when you reached down to suckle one of his balls into your mouth, he came, shouting your name and throwing a hand over his face in embarrassment. "oh my god, i was so loud..."

you pulled your fingers out of him slowly., laughing "a little bit. but i like it when you're loud"

pictures of us 📸🎞️

THREE’S A CROWD - TSUKISHIMA KEI X READER X YAMAGUCHI TADASHI

Warnings : NSFW below the cut, this is set after the timeskip, threesome, marking kink, making out, manhandling, voyeurism, exhibitionism, dacryphilia, biting, masturbation, riding & penetration, TsukkiYama is so real in this, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : actual filth smut

Word count : 1.0K words

Additional notes : This has been in my drafts for 3 years, no joke. Can you tell I love these two a ridiculous amount?

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Masterlist

No matter what you do, don’t think of Tsukishima Kei

Don’t think of how cuddling him would feel like heaven on earth, given how his long legs always end up entwined with yours, and how his warm torso would completely envelope yours

Don’t think of how his arms would fit so nicely around you, pulling you closer to him so his deft fingers could trace circles on your hips oh-so-softly

Don’t think of how he has really soft hair that curls with the heat of the summer, or how he laughs real pretty and delicate whenever you comb through those tiny hairs curled at the nape of his neck

Don’t think of how he’d always get that somehow-sweet, half-smile of his whenever he’s asleep, or how he’d subconsciously hum from the back of his throat and tug you impossibly close whenever you shift in your slumber

Don’t think of how he’d trail kisses down your neck, all the way down to your shoulder and slipping off your pyjama’s strap, punctuating every open-mouthed kiss with little sighs and pretty little half-moans, because God, you just smell so good—

Don’t think of how he can’t help the low, “Morning,” he whispers into your skin that’s already painted in hues of red and purple, all thanks to his early morning insatiability

And absolutely do NOT think of how he’s got such a filthy mouth on him, and would always groan out breathy curses whenever he’s fucking you into the mattress, your hair being tugged at firmly in his grip, as long fingers curl around your wrists and pin you down, so you take it so well like you always do

Don’t think of how he would invite Yamaguchi over one night for “a little something in his room”, the promise of wickedness in his amber eyes as he glances back at you, building that tingling anticipation inside you

Don’t think of how he’d get a show out of sitting and watching his best friend of almost twenty years make out with you and run his fingers through your hair like he often did in bed

Don’t think of how turned on he’d be, listening to Tadashi’s little whimpers and seeing how his fingers dig into your thighs, because fuck it, how many times has he not-so-secretly wanted to see him so fucked out, and how many nights has he fantasized of you looking dazed with the pleasure someone else he adored gifted you?

Don’t think of how he would finally curl a dainty finger in his direction, or how Tadashi wouldn’t help fucking moaning out loud, because holy shit, does the blonde look absolutely divine with his pretty cock pulled out and weeping in his palm, and his tongue wetting his soft lips—

Don’t think of how Tadashi would pant and roll his hips in place, as he’s dreamed of feeling every inch of the taller man since even before graduation, and having you in his lap, looking like you’re fucking asking for it, is slowly killing him with sheer unrestrained lust, and has him pushing his leaking clothed cock against your warmth

Don’t think of how it would take less than a second of electric eye contact between the two for them to agree that they’re both desperate for a threesome that you seem more than willing to partake in, if the quivering begs and the tears streaking down your cheeks were anything to go by

And don’t you dare think of how Tsukki would let you watch him reduce Tadashi to a sobbing, writhing mess underneath him, fingers curled around his freckled neck, and the entirety of his flushed chest littered in sloppy bite marks and bruising kisses

Don’t think of how they would definitely put on a show for you, or how the way Tsukki would look straight into your eyes every so often, a divilish glint in his eyes and a smirk on that otherwise-innocent-looking face, just shows that he wants you to see it all

Don’t think of how he’d specifically want you to see how Tadashi’s thighs are trembling with every thrust; want you to hear the string of filthy curses falling from his own lips, because fuck, does his only best friend take him perfectly to the hilt, and with such a pretty face too—

Don’t think of how you’d squirm in your seat, barely able to hide the wet spot of your growing arousal and trying to get any friction to ease that ache inside of you, small whimpers hidden behind the hand covering your mouth, and wishing you were the one Tsukki reduced to a babbling, drooly mess that could feel nothing but the way he was pounding into them mercilessly

Don’t think of how Tadashi had always been looking at you with longing, lustful eyes, wishing he’d feel your damp skin flush against his, wishing your cute lips were wrapped around his hard cock, wishing your hands would grip his arms as he pins you down, wishing your eyes would be trained on him drilling in and out of you like he was a man starved, wishing you’d pull on his long hair and eat the fucked-silly moans straight from his mouth

Don’t think of how despite you weren’t currently doing all of that, the way you were currently looking at the sloppy mess he was in right now—like you did want all the same things sometime down the line—made him cry out your name loud with his verdant eyes squeezed shut and chest heaving with every pant

Don’t think of the fact that that single glance at your wanting gaze would have him unable to stop himself from cumming untouched all over his stomach, even though he knew that Tsukki would later punish him for cumming before he'd given him permission to, or before he’d painted his insides white

What’s that? Are you thinking of it all and still asking for more?

Well, that’s definitely what Tadashi would say between pants, making grabby hands at you, hoping you'd come and sit on top of him, taking his entire length inside you and fucking yourself on his cock—the way he'd always pictured in his filthiest dreams and jacked off to

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Thinking "tsukishima telling yamaguchi to shut up constantly is mean" is okay but thinking "yamaguchi has no social awareness whatsoever and will scream and talk your ear off if tsukishima doesn't remind him to let others talk" is better

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