Id Like To Take This Moment To Spread My Bi!yamaguchi Agenda

i’d like to take this moment to spread my bi!yamaguchi agenda 🤭

happy june

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౨౿ 𖡻 i love keroppi and i love kuroo from hq (psst that equals “kuroppi”!!)

i’m actually batman 🦇 but shhh… that’s our little secret

𐔌 𑁍 matcha lover ﹙﹠﹚ film freak

timeskip!yamaguchi computer nerd enthusiast

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ here for a good time not a long time!

send a little smth to my askbox, i don’t bite! <3

OHHHH MY GOD JUST REMEMBERED HAJI IS HEADCANONICALLY HALF 🇵🇭🇵🇭

very cool.

inspired by this post. suggestive.

“come on, tadashi, get up. you said 'five more minutes' ten minutes ago."

when tadashi looks over at you with sleepy eyes and a drool-stained cheek, you know he isn't making it out of bed. because every sunday morning, yamaguchi tadashi is a lost cause.

“baby, we gotta go grocery shopping. you know we’re completely out of milk? how are we supposed to have our coffee later?” you ramble, compiling a list of things you need to get done today in your head.

tadashi knew that sunday mornings were for stocking up on groceries and spending time together before you two are whisked away from each other by work the next day. but today, the warm rays of sunlight pouring through the sheer white curtains in your bedroom only lull him back to sleep. he grumbles into the pillow — something that sounds like “ten more minutes.”

and despite running a bit late on your morning routine, you lay back down beside him, his back facing you. your fingers move on their own, carding through his silky smooth hair. scratching at his scalp, you hear a hum bubble in his throat. you let your hands wander to his shoulders — freckles litter the skin like constellations, your fingers tracing the multitude of paths like a spacecraft lost among the stars. and without a second thought, you press a kiss to his shoulder blade. he shifts slightly, the feeling of your soft lips on his skin sending shooting stars down his spine.

you keep going.

another kiss to the skin between his shoulders. a few along the ridges of his spine.

“what are you doing?” his voice is low, laced with sleep and confusion.

“waking you up,” you mumble into his back. your tongue peeks out a bit when you speak, and he feels his entire body heat up as your breath hits his skin — his ears are tinted red.

“i’m awake now,” he turns around to face you, and he pulls your body towards his, tucking his head in the crook of your neck.

“you better not fall asleep again, tadashi, i’m serious.”

“hmm, i won’t. let’s just stay like this.”

“baby,” you speak softly, not wanting to ruin this state of serenity in your room. and when he doesn’t respond, you push him onto his back gently. he whines at the loss of contact with your body, but there’s a hint of mischief on his face — a knowing smile despite his eyes being shut.

“get.”

you kiss his collarbone.

“up.”

your lips travel to his chest and he’s smiling now — a closed-mouth smile that’s doing it’s best to conceal the pure joy he feels with your show of affection.

and you kiss the place above his heart, his sternum, the top of his abs, along the center of his stomach. his breathing quickens, his chest starts to rise and fall a bit faster.

you reach his hipbones, peeking out above the band of his boxers. tadashi’s eyes are wide open now — longing, waiting.

he gasp leaves his lips when your lips attach to the skin there, his eyes fluttering shut once again. you leave butterfly kisses across his hips before giving the same attention to his other hipbone.

“i-i’m up, baby,” his words are breathy and cautious.

“are you now?”

“yeah.” he doesn’t say more. he knows the second he says anything else, his voice will betray him, or even worse, he’ll get in the way of what you have planned.

“so, you don’t want me to keep going?” you ask, tracing your fingers along the freckles on his thigh. he gawks at you with lovestruck eyes. “might as well keep going if we’re already late.”

reblogs are appreciated!

ok so i'm going coo coo, nice

warnings: gn!reader, i’m in love with sakusa kiyoomi.

sakusa kiyoomi who searches the crowd for you every game, always hoping that his eyes will meet yours. and they always do. he’s always able to pick you out from the the other hundreds of people there to watch them play.

sakusa kiyoomi who near begs you to just accept his offer of sitting you in one of the front sections. he can get you any ticket you want in any row of any stadium they play in. as much as he loves searching for you, he’d prefer the comfort of knowing exactly where you are from the start.

“are you whining?” you tease, smiling up at your boyfriend, “you sound a lot like atsumu right now.” “don’t compare me to him.” kiyoomi huffs, resting his chin back on your head. “i just think it’d be nice to find you right away. and you’d be able to watch the game better if you were closer.” “i don’t want special treatment just because we’re dating. besides, don’t you think it’s fun to try and find me in the crowd? it isn’t even a little exciting?” “no.” he immediately answers, because it isn’t to him. nothing is exciting until he sees you. the search is just getting in the way of that. “but i suppose if you enjoy sitting in the most random spots around i can’t stop you.” “you’re right.” you nod, triumphant smile on your face. “if roles were reversed you’d understand. watching you scan the faces of strangers hoping to find mine always makes me feel nice. plus, the look when you finally find me gives me butterflies.” “no way i make a face.” kiyoomi shook his head and stared down at you, “do i really?”

sakusa kiyoomi who is pleasantly surprised to see you in one of the front rows of his next game, and later is shown a video of the exact moment he sees you.

he does, in fact, make a face.

timeskip!yamaguchi aka the “my partner” guy of the office hands down w/o a doubt in my mind