“ao3 Should Have An Algorithm” Ao3 Should Continue Only Giving Me Exactly What I Ask For Which Happens

by All_the_Queer, Driftwoodsun

When Kei jokingly suggests that they go to Hinata’s Halloween party as a dog and his owner, he stumbles upon Tadashi’s most intense kink.

Kei gets more than he bargained for. Tadashi gets exactly what he bargained for.

Words: 11770, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Haikyuu!!

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Underage

Categories: M/M

Relationships: Tsukishima Kei/Yamaguchi Tadashi

Additional Tags: Halloween Costumes, Halloween, Pet Play, Puppy Play, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Dumbification, Sex Toys, Butt Plugs, Finger Sucking, Begging, Gags, Collars, Collars and leashes, Subspace, First Time, Resolved Sexual Tension, Fluff and Smut, Comfort, Tadashi drools and it’s a thing, Punishment, Shameless Halloween smut, Slight Dacryphilia, Dom/sub, Oral Sex, Leg Humping, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Porn with Feelings

he fell.

And i fell in love 😉 (ts).

How about Tsukishima Kei/Yamaguchi Tadashi and “Maybe you could use that mouth for more than just talking nonsense.” I just SOOO want Tsukishima to interrupt Yams mid-ramble with that sentence.

hhh yeah 

Tadashi is rambling about the weather. It’s stupidly cliché, rambling on about the weather when there’s an awkward moment between people trying to avoid confrontation, and it’s annoying. It’s understandable why Tadashi, his stupid gay brain more than definitely malfunctioning with their thighs touching as they study together in Kei’s bed, would be so flustered but Kei is absolutely losing it. He’d been hinting at things for months. Subtly upping the casual touches. Flirting. Doting more on his friend, even if he’d grown far more independent over the years. 

Hell, he’d even said he’d date Yamaguchi if he had the chance- they were drunk, and Yamaguchi had laughed afterwards, even though he’d been telling the truth. Kei wonders, sometimes, how different things would be if Yamaguchi had taken him up on his offer that night. They’d been dancing around it for months now, and there’s no way Yamaguchi doesn’t know how Kei feels. How much he wants to kiss him right now. How he wants to kiss him all the time, actually. Among other things. 

“..nyway, I’m excited for cherry blossom season, even though that means graduation, because they’re always so pretty. But then again, my allergies always act u-” 

“Yamaguchi, you talk a lot.” 

Yamaguchi blinks, his mouth falling shut before it opens and closes, silent, a few times. “I- I mean, yeah. That’s kind of our whole deal, Tsukki.” 

“True.” Kei murmurs. He doesn’t know where he was going, interrupting Yamaguchi like that. He usually has some quip prepared, but really he’d just wanted to get Yamaguchi to shut up and that was the only way he could think of that didn’t involve pinning him down and making him. Which. Why didn’t he? It wouldn’t hurt. Could it? “...Maybe...” He trails off, losing his confidence the moment the word leaves his mouth. 

“Hm? Maybe what, Tsukki?” Yamaguchi asks, and he’s looking at Kei with those absolutely killer doe eyes, remnants of day-old eyeliner smudged under them giving the illusion that his eye bags are worse than they are, and Kei almost groans. God, he’s too fucking hot. What the fuck. 

“... Maybe you could use that mouth for more than just talking nonsense. If you’re up to it.” 

Kei ducks his head, embarrassed that he’s being so brazen. He’s too busy looking anywhere but Yamaguchi to see his reaction, but he’s only able to assume it’s somewhere near horror or maybe even confusion. Maybe Kei had been too discreet trying to hint to Yamaguchi that he liked him. Maybe he’d gotten the wrong idea, and the ‘dancing around’ they’ve been doing has just been something called ‘friendship.’ Maybe- 

“...Tsukki, did you really just ask me to suck your dick while we’re working on our stats homework?” 

There’s laughter in Yamaguchi’s voice, and Kei makes a weak noise in the back of his throat, completely embarrassed. He’s such a fucking prick, holy shit. “I- Uh- Sorry. Sorry, I, uh- I’ve been thinking about it all day honestly, and- wait, no, that- that’s bad, uh. I. Uh.” 

Yamaguchi snorts, and he sets his textbook down, lifting Kei’s face with gentle hands on his cheeks. “Tsukki, that is honestly so fucking hot, but if I don’t pass stats I’m not getting into SU, and then we can’t go to uni together. So maybe, if you help me cheat on this take home test, I’ll suck your dick then. Deal?” 

Kei chokes. “No problem. I can do that easy.”  

Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Haikyuu!! Rating: Explicit Warnings: Underage Relationships: Tsukishima Kei/Yamaguchi Tadashi, Kuroo Tetsurou & Tsukishima Kei, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou, Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi Series: Part 4 of Unable to Connect, Please Try Again Summary:

Tsukishima has spent a lot of time with himself in the last several years.

So he understands that the scariest monsters to confront are the ones that you recognize.

[NSFW Tsukkiyama Week 2021 Day 3 Dirty Talk | Oral]

The first part of this series, which is more of a true PWP definitely fits the "Oral" tag, so check that out too, if you want.

Day 17 of my #inktober2023 fav character a day. Today is Yamaguchi from HQ!!

30 sth successful in life yamaguchi wakes up in his old bedroom before his younger self walks in and the younger starts freaking out.

It was obvious he was crying, the poor 6 y/o kid had scratches all over his arms, tadashi knows very well what was going on during this Time After he calmed his younger self down, he hugged him close before getting the first aid kit he always keeps in the room hidden from his parents to not scare them and started patching up the wounds.

"So what happened?"

"Nothing,"

"Im not mom or dad. Im you, ill probablyRemember when was that exactly if you told me,"

"I- i just wanted to play in the playground," the kid said, voice shaking trying to control the tears.

"Oh that sucks,"

"And im too small to make them back off. Why am i too small? i hate myself,"

"You are still growing," itBroke tadashi's heart. He knows oh too well what he feels, it was his own feelings, small tiny and easy to bully with no friends.

"You are still growing and one day you will be big and strong and have friends!!"

"I don't think so,"

"Just you wait, it gets better i promise,"He doesn't think he can tell him how it gets better or his future, but he also knows he can give that kid a hug. A much needed tight hug to his younger self, a hug he also needed when he was young.

Then he woke up. He couldn't argue it was a dream, but it also felt too realBut even if he didn't actually hug his younger self, he manged to hug his inner child.

He opens his eyes, stars at the ceiling with teary eyes.

"Shit, are you ok babe?!" Kei asks, he always wakes up before him.

"I- i never been better actually,"

//fin

Ooooh can I get some Tsukishima/Yamaguchi with Angst prompts #19 and/or #35?

19. “Why did you wait until I moved on?” 35. “I loved you. I loved you so so much but you hurt me."

-

"No. No, no no, this isn't allowed. I'm getting married tomorrow, Tsukki, I- I can't,"

"I'm not asking you to make any stupid decisions, Tadashi. I'm just- I'm just telling you," Kei says. He swallows, licking dry lips, and Tadashi looks at him with a mix of- of disgust, of horror. "I just needed to get it off my chest. I'm happy for you and Yachi, I really am."

It's a lie, and they both know it.

"Tsukishima Kei, you don't just confess to someone the day before they're supposed to get married and expect things to go on as planned. Are you fucking stupid?"

"I-"

"God. You're so- so infuriating. You always have to get the last word in, don't you?"

"Yamaguchi, I-"

"All these years and you still won't say my first name? You just confessed your love for me, and you won't call me Tadashi?"

Tadashi's words are sharp. Deservedly so. Even still- he feels sick to his stomach trying to process them all. This is going...worse than Kei anticipated. He'd expected denial, some annoyance and doubt, not- not anger.

"Why did you wait until I moved on? Why did you have to wait until it's literally too late? I don't- I used to love you, Kei, but I don't now. I can't." Tadashi chokes out, and oh no he's starting to cry. He's always been an ugly crier. Kei hates that he still thinks he's attractive even when he's crying.

Kei swallows again. Why did his throat feel so thick? It's getting hard to suck in any breath. "Why'd you stop? I- I was almost there, almost ready, when you started dating Yachi."

"Because I was tired of waiting, Kei! Are you-" Tadashi makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat, running his hands over his face and into his hair, mussing it up more. He'd started going for the purposefully-messy look after highschool, when he'd realized that if he can't fix his horrible cowlicks he could at least learn to work around them. "Kei, I loved you. I loved you so, so much but you hurt me. That night, Shouyou's first match with the Jackals, when we- we went and got drunk, and you were hanging all over me and then the next day you acted like it never happened...I- You told me how much you wanted to kiss me, and I told you to ask again when you were sober. You never did. And maybe it's my fault for believing you'd remember, but it fucking hurt. So I decided, fuck it, I'm not going to let myself get worked up over it and I fucking got over you. And now you're here. Confessing to me. The day before my fucking wedding."

"I'm sorry, Tadashi."

Upon hearing the crack in Kei's voice, seeing the tears in his eyes, Tadashi deflates and melts into his seat, scrubbing at his eyes. "Sorry doesn't give us back time, Kei."

"I know. I- I wish it did, though. Does that make me selfish?"

Tadashi snorts. "Obviously. But I'm not much better. I wish we had that time back too."

Under Lock and Key

Chapter 4 is finally up!!

“I think fanfiction is literature and literature, for the most part, is fanfiction, and that anyone that dismisses it simply on the grounds that it’s derivative knows fuck-all about literature and needs to get the hell off my lawn. Most of the history of Western literature (and probably much of non-Western literature, but I can’t speak to that) is adapted or appropriated from something else. Homer wrote historyfic and Virgil wrote Homerfic and Dante wrote Virgilfic (where he makes himself a character and writes himself hanging out with Homer and Virgil and they’re like “OMG Dante you’re so cool.” He was the original Gary Stu). Milton wrote Bible fanfic, and everyone and their mom spent the Middle Ages writing King Arthur fanfic. In the sixteenth century you and another dude could translate the same Petrarchan sonnet and somehow have it count as two separate poems, and no one gave a fuck. Shakespeare doesn’t have a single original plot—although much of it would be more rightly termed RPF—and then John Fletcher and Mary Cowden Clarke and Gloria Naylor and Jane Smiley and Stephen Sondheim wrote Shakespeare fanfic. Guys like Pope and Dryden took old narratives and rewrote them to make fun of people they didn’t like, because the eighteenth century was basically high school. And Spenser! Don’t even get me started on Spenser. Here’s what fanfic authors/fans need to remember when anyone gives them shit: the idea that originality is somehow a good thing, an innately preferable thing, is a completely modern notion. Until about three hundred years ago, a good writer, by and large, was someone who could take a tried-and-true story and make it even more awesome. (If you want to sound fancy, the technical term is imitatio.) People were like, why would I wanna read something about some dude I’ve never heard of? There’s a new Sir Gawain story out, man! (As to when and how that changed, I tend to blame Daniel Defoe, or the Modernists, or reality television, depending on my mood.) I also find fanfic fascinating because it takes all the barriers that keep people from professional authorship—barriers that have weakened over the centuries but are nevertheless still very real—and blows right past them. Producing literature, much less circulating it, was something that was well nigh impossible for the vast majority of people for most of human history. First you had to live in a culture where people thought it was acceptable for you to even want to be literate in the first place. And then you had to find someone who could teach you how to read and write (the two didn’t necessarily go together). And you needed sufficient leisure time to learn. And be able to afford books, or at least be friends with someone rich enough to own books who would lend them to you. Good writers are usually well-read and professional writing is a full-time job, so you needed a lot of books, and a lot of leisure time both for reading and writing. And then you had to be in a high enough social position that someone would take you seriously and want to read your work—to have access to circulation/publication in addition to education and leisure time. A very tiny percentage of the population fit those parameters (in England, which is the only place I can speak of with some authority, that meant from 500-1000 A.D.: monks; 1000-1500: aristocratic men and the very occasional aristocratic woman; 1500-1800: aristocratic men, some middle-class men, a few aristocratic women; 1800-on, some middle-class women as well). What’s amazing is how many people who didn’t fit those parameters kept writing in spite of the constant message they got from society that no one cared about what they had to say, writing letters and diaries and stories and poems that often weren’t discovered until hundreds of years later. Humans have an urge to express themselves, to tell stories, and fanfic lets them. If you’ve got access to a computer and an hour or two to while away of an evening, you can create something that people will see and respond to instantly, with a built-in community of people who care about what you have to say. I do write the occasional fic; I wish I had the time and mental energy to write more. I’ll admit I don’t read a lot of fic these days because most of it is not—and I know how snobbish this sounds—particularly well-written. That doesn’t mean it’s “not good”—there are a lot of reasons people read fic and not all of them have to do with wanting to read finely crafted prose. That’s why fic is awesome—it creates a place for all kinds of storytelling. But for me personally, now that my job entails reading about 1500 pages of undergraduate writing per year, when I have time to read for enjoyment I want it to be by someone who really knows what they’re doing. There’s tons of high-quality fic, of course, but I no longer have the time and patience to go searching for it that I had ten years ago. But whether I’m reading it or not, I love that fanfiction exists. Because without people doing what fanfiction writers do, literature wouldn’t exist. (And then I’d be out of a job and, frankly, I don’t know how to do anything else.)”

— “As a professor, may I ask you what you think about fanfiction?” (via meiringens)