Not An Artistic Bone In My Body But May I Kindly Offer My Silly Tsukkiyama Crows

i saw the this t-shirt and i had to do it lol Yamaguchi took it very personal

i like to think Tsukki knows he’s funny just because Yamaguchi laughs at all of his jokes

Day 6: Yamaguchi

Warnings: Dry humping

It’s not that Yamaguchi didn’t want to participate in the months challenge, it’s just that he knew he wouldn’t make it far; not even far enough to be proud of the attempt. You told him you’d be supportive, wouldn’t try anything to mess him up, but he was adamant about his decision. And you respected that, so you kept track of how long it took him to break on his own in your mind. It didn’t take long, but it was longer than you had anticipated.

You had been lounging on the couch all day, binging a show on your off day, when he entered through the front door. A wide, adorable smile on his face at the sight of his pretty girlfriend in the living room, having that be the first thing he sees when coming home is his favorite part of any day. “Hi, honey,” he kicked his shoes off and made his way over to where you were sprawled out. You flipped over onto your back and moved your legs apart enough for him to slip between and rest on top of you, his arms wrapping around your waist, your fingers brushing through his soft hair, “what did you get up to all day?”

“Just been glued to the couch, waiting for you to come home,” you smiled as he looked up at you. Home. Something flipped inside of him at that word falling from your lips so gracefully; so right. His arms tightened around you as he buried his face in your tummy, his lips pressing light kisses on the areas where your skin was exposed, timidly trailing down to the waistband of your sweatpants. “‘Dashi?” voice coming out in a whimper, eyes closing from the sudden sexual air in the room.

Tadashi hummed against your skin, his fingers dancing their way up your shirt, thumbs brushing lightly against your nipples, “yeah, honey?” He nipped at your hips when he came face to face with them. You could only respond with needy sounds, hands gripping his hair as he slid your sweats down your legs, his lips following and kissing the newly exposed skin. “You look very pretty today.”

His compliment sent goosebumps to litter your bare arms and legs, pulling his face up to kiss him desperately after he pulled your sweats off and discarded his own. Your mouths collide, tongues immediately making contact, your hips raise up to roll against the growing bulge in his boxers.

“‘m just in normal clothes,” you pant against his mouth, chin lifting up to chase his lips as he pulls away. Tadashi nips at your jaw, needily grinding his crotch into your clothed heat; already feeling your panties stick to your wet folds.

He hummed in response, followed by a muffled whimper when his aching cock pressed harshly against you. It became clear that he wasn’t planning on fucking you just yet; he made no move to slide your panties to the side, to shove his boxers down and sink into your drooling pussy. He seemed to be content with rocking his hips into yours, content with dry humping you until he was spilling into his boxers.

“Don’t- don’t wanna stop,” his whimpers made your cunt clench around nothing, your hands releasing his face to grip his shoulders; you needed him closer, invading your space.

Within a few minutes, his hips were stuttering and shaking, the pleasure overwhelming him to the point of star filled vision and toes curling in his socks. “I-I’m- ngh, honey.”

Soft reassurance and your own rocking hips sent his mind spiraling, his face flushed and dripping sweat as he let go; just as you had softly asked him to. You could feel his boxers dampen warmly as he rode out his release, slowing his grinding and nuzzling his face in your collarbone.

A gentle smile graced your lips, kissing the side of his head and rubbing his back, “needy baby, you feel better?” you cooed once his hips stilled, laying his full weight on top of you. You were met with a nod, a hum, and a gentle kiss.

me: Yamaguchi would never confess to Tsukishima, it would have to be the other way around.

my sister: doubt

me: i’m not saying that Yamaguchi would never realize Tsukishima likes him, I’m saying that if he did, he would be like “Tsukki needs to man up and confess”

my sister: FAIR

Somewhere in my notes in the last few days I saw someone add some tags that I’ve been thinking about ever since. I wish I could find them again (or that I’d just saved their post at the time) because I think they made a lot of sense.

They were talking about how fanfic is becoming more and more mainstream while still remaining largely transgressive. It’s such an interesting dichotomy to think about!

On the one hand, you have sites like AO3 and realities like widespread high speed internet access being more and more accessible to larger and larger groups of people. This makes it incredibly easy for anyone at all to find and read fanfic.

On the other hand, you have the roots of fanfic. It was born out of marginalized groups such as women, people of colour, and members of the queer community deciding to take the stories that had been aimed at a largely male, white, heterosexual audience and inverting them into something they could enjoy and relate to. To this day, fanfic is a place where people write the kinds of stories that don’t get made into movies and TV shows. The kinds of stories that don’t get published or end up on the New York Times bestseller list.

Fanfic used to be written and shared in secret. People used to hide it. People still do hide the fact that they read or write it. But it’s becoming something that more and more people are becoming more and more aware of.

So now there’s a spotlight starting to shine on fanfic. People who aren’t looking for transgressive works are finding them where they always were. People who think the status quo is fine are getting upset when they enter a place where the status quo is constantly being upended.

The tags on that post that I can’t find made the point that popular media is curated and sanitized and stripped of most of its controversy in order to appeal to the widest possible audience. But that also makes that audience expect all media to be curated and sanitized in the same way. When they encounter the messy, controversial, ugly, radical, difficult things that people write in fanfic, they’re unprepared.

Fanfic isn’t big media. Fanfic authors aren’t being edited and filtered and polished - and nor are their works. The clash between the expectations of people new to fanfic and accustomed to popular media and the realities of what fanfic is and what it’s being written for - that’s part of this struggle that fandom is going through right now. It’s been going on since the beginning of course, but it’s getting louder every year.

I’m still thinking my way through this, but it really does make a lot of sense to me. If those were your tags, please let me know so I can credit you with the ideas at the core of this post.

And if you have any ideas for how we as fans can better introduce the newbies to the culture and expectations in fandom, I’d love to hear it. The better we can guide people into our space, the better they’ll fit in when they join it.

closet perv yams currently on the brain…

a winter stroll

yamaguchi: Tsukki and i got married!!

kageyama: don’t share your personal problems with everyone.

💖💖

they're cute i guess

(for @/istroberikei on twitter hbd!!)