Kinktober – Day 5 – Shotgunning – Yamaguchi x Tanaka

Thanks to @therealemma-trevelyan for her suggesting this pairing!

Yamaguchi isn’t exactly sure how he of all people ended up on a leather couch in an overfull underground nightclub with music blaring and laughter all around, trying to look nonchalant but sure he looks more constipated than calm. His eyes seek the main floor for Tsukishima, but he’s nowhere to be found, which is a surprise until somewhere in the din of voices he hears a vague reference to “Kuroo-san” and knows he won’t see his best friend for the rest of the night.

Good for him he thinks but can’t quite push off the little twinge of jealousy that shoots through him; it would be nice to have someone too.

Suddenly, the cushion next to him becomes occupied rather violently and a raucous shout of “Yama-kun!” makes him wonder if he’ll be able to hear in his left ear. He shifts but a strong arm wraps around his shoulders, the person going on, “I haven’t seen you for ages, how the hell are ya?”

Yamaguchi blinks a few times before a wide smile drives away his startled expression; “Tanaka-senpai! Wow! I can’t believe you’re here!”

“Ah ha! Hear that! Someone still knows how to treat his elders!” Tanaka shouts to someone Yamaguchi can’t see then returns his attention to him, laughing out, “You can’t believe I’m here? What the fuck is my innocent kouhai doing in this den of sin unattended?”

Yamaguchi feels his cheeks warming and stutters out, “I… I don’t need a chaperon Tanaka-san, I’m an adult too ya know.”

“Sure, sure,” Tanaka laughs again, smacking Yamaguchi on the back heartily.

“I am!” Yamaguchi insists, belying the point by whining.

But Tanaka just laughs again and swings back the remaining dredge of whatever drink is left in his cup.

Yamaguchi sips his own–a bottle of water–to quench his dry throat.

“So, mister adult, tell me this,” Tanaka leans in closer, apparently willing to yell less for which Yamaguchi is glad; “You have a hit yet?”

Yamaguchi stares at him, not understanding what he means and it makes the older male laugh again; he seems to be laughing a lot more than usual now that he thinks about it. “Um… I’m guessing, no?” he hazards.

“Hey, Yuuji! Get me some of that shit, will ya?” Tanaka calls. “I gotta supervise the corruption of my kouhai!”

From across the room comes a vaguely familiar face from the past that Yamaguchi can’t quite place but he knows he’s seen him before tonight. He gives it up, figuring in the long run, it won’t matter.

“Oh ho? Takin’ on a virgin? Lucky dog, Ryu,” the blonde says, flicking out his tongue revealing a barbell of metal and Yamaguchi wonders how much that hurt to have put in. He passes one of the smallest cigarettes Yamaguchi has ever seen to Tanaka, saying through a laugh, “It’s a bit small for a demo, maybe you should shotgun, you know… make sure it doesn’t go ta waste.” The smirk and wink he sends to Yamaguchi have his cheeks heating up again but his attention is gained once more by the male seated next to him.

“Ah, well, guess it can’t be helped,” Tanaka says. Then murmuring so low Yamaguchi wonders if he was meant to hear adds, “Not that I’m complaining, always thought he was a cutie.”

“Who’s cute?” Yamaguchi asks.

Tanaka gives him a look, shaking his head and chuckling, “I’ll tell you in a sec, for now, open your mouth like this,” he demonstrates, “and wait.”

Suddenly aware of many eyes on them, Yamaguchi questions the wisdom of listening but his default since he was a kid is to do as told by his senpai, so he obediently parts his lips in a soft “O”, his fingers gripping the fabric of his pants tightly as he waits in nervous anticipation.

Tanaka grins, then lights and takes a long drag off the small white stick between his fingers.

Before Yamaguchi can process what’s happening, Tanaka leans up, grasps Yamaguchi’s head to tilt it back and covers his open mouth with his own, blowing smoke into the cavity. Startled, Yamaguchi sucks in a breath, inadvertently inhaling sending the smoke into his lungs. It makes him cough, but Tanaka’s hold is strong and he keeps the seal between their lips mostly intact. Yamaguchi dimly hears shouts and wolf whistles but he’s too focused on trying to breathe to really take in anything else around him. After another second, Tanaka lets him go, and he coughs loudly, slamming a fist against his chest to work oxygen in through the haze. Whatever that was, it works fast because soon enough Yamaguchi feels light-headed, slumping against Tanaka’s broad chest. He manages to raise his head, eyes watering and wheezes, “What… what was that?”

Tanaka looks surprisingly calm, stroking one hand through Yamaguchi’s soft and much longer hair; “That was a shotgun of weed, you like it?”

He’s not sure right away but as the drug takes over, Yamaguchi smiles and nods; “Yeah, feels like… floating…” and then he’s falling again, but Tanaka shifts, holding him up.

“Figured you’d be a lightweight, gonna have to take care of you the rest of the night I think.” He stands, throwing one of Yamaguchi’s arms around his neck and walks him to a blissfully empty and quiet room.

How he found it or why no one’s in here–nor why there happens to be a bed in it–Yamaguchi doesn’t care to know. What he does care about is lying down until the world stops spinning. He flops to his back, taking in deep breaths only to have one catch in his throat when Tanaka lies down next to him before shifting to loom over him, caressing his face and Yamaguchi takes note that his body is still in prime physical condition. “Are you lucid enough for me to kiss you properly?” Tanaka asks, voice rough.

Yamaguchi’s heart leaps into his throat and he turns his head to cough before looking back up into those earnest, heated eyes. Tanaka’s body is warm, his touch electric and his kiss… well…

“I would like to know what it feels like to kiss you without losing my breath,” he admits.

Tanaka grins that feral grin of his making Yamaguchi’s whole body heat up. He leans closer, presses the lightest kiss to the corner of his mouth and whispers back, “Oh Yama-kun, I don’t need smoke to leave you breathless.” And then he’s kissing him, tongue down his throat, hand up his shirt caressing sensitive skin. Yamaguchi squirms in his hold, not to get away, but closer.

He doesn’t mind the world spinning now.

Haikyuu Father’s Day Headcanons

I woke up feeling domestic today so in honor of Father’s Day I put together some random headcanons for some of the Haikyuu boys. I hope you enjoy them and happy Father’s Day to all the dads out there!

Karasuno

Daichi has been teased for being the “dad’ of his group for years so it’s no surprise he takes to fatherhood officially like a fish to water. He is the king of shoulder rides and tickle fights.

Sugawara is the best at bedtime stories, often coming up with “multi-chapter” renditions he continues one night after the other. It’s his ploy to get the kids to bed. “Well, if you want to know what happens to Marxa and Meddy, listen to your mother and get ready for bed.” Works. Every. Time.

Asahi cried when his daughter – the first born – came into the world. He couldn’t help it, she was just so tiny and perfect and a piece of you and him that he was overwhelmed. He was a bit afraid to hold her at first but once that sweet bundle was nestled in his arms it was over for him; he didn’t know he could love two people with an equal level of devotion in such different ways.

Tanaka loves all that being a dad entails. He’s there for his kids first bike ride, roller skate fall, getting stuck in a tree and needing daddy to save them. He chases away monsters from under the bed or in the closet and is always the first to kiss a boo boo and make it feel better. He’s their hero.

Nishinoya’s energy is able to keep up with his brood – four kids – rather well. He loves “tagfest” the most, running through the park as his kids squeal with glee and “daddy, catch me” sounding over the fields.

Ennoshita documents every little bit of his children’s lives that he can, for posterity (and a little practice). But he makes sure to set the camera down and actually be in the moment with them, frequently caught off guard when he’s editing later to find his wife sneakily grabbed the camera and got some scenes with him as the main star.

Kinoshita is the best breakfast maker and loves doing it with his kids. They make a mess of the kitchen but the end results are usually delicious. They horse around a bit during the cleaning and it’s a bit loud but the job gets done.

Narita enjoys reading with his kids. They’ll pile on his lap either in bed or on the couch and he’ll pop open the book of the day, reading aloud and doing voices and sound effects much to his children’s delight.

Kageyama wasn’t sure at first if he wanted children, afraid he wouldn’t be suited for the roll of “dad”. But once he does have them he does well. Unsurprisingly, when they’re old enough, he’s the first to encourage them to try out volleyball but if they don’t want to, he doesn’t love them any less. He just tries to understand whatever they are in to.

Hinata is another energy filled dad, able to play for hours with his kids without seeming to break a sweat. He’s frequently seen with his “little crows” at official matches, swelling with pride whenever he hears squeals of encouragement whenever he scores.

Tsukishima tried to be firm in regards to keeping his kid out of his and his wife’s bedroom; that is their sanctuary. But when his little girl came crying during a loud and violent storm, he simply lifted her up, kissed her cheek, laid her between himself and her mother and snuggled away her fears.

Yamaguchi frequently plans playdates for his kids and those of his former teammates, usually on Sunday mornings or afternoons when most of – if not all – of them are available to get together. Occasionally they’ll go to an amusement park or zoo or some place similar but most of the time the dates consist of the dads chatting over simple sandwiches while their children run about a park and play together.

Ukai wasn’t sure he wanted kids since taking care of his “little rascals” was already so exhausting but eventually he decides he does want to and when he does he’s never lacking for willing babysitters, all of “his boys” from that first year of him coaching offering their help to raise his twin boys.

Aobajosai

Oikawa loves taking his two little twin girls shopping. Buying them cute, matching outfits just makes his day. They have way too many, but that doesn’t stop him from doing it. When they get older, they’re more resistant to it but will make sure to go at least once a year – on Father’s Day – and let their dad pick something for them.

Iwaizumi enjoys cooking and his Father’s Day tradition with his kids is finding a traditional dish – either from their country or another – and trying it out together. Whether it comes out right or they like it or not, it’s the experience of cooking together that they love. And if it doesn’t come out right, they just order take out.

Matsukawa frequently tortures his children when they are older with typical dad jokes, especially around their significant others when they start dating.

Hanamaki likes to do family outings / experiences with his kids on Father’s Day rather than have them buy him stuff he doesn’t really need. One year, when they were in middle school, he planned a volunteer day at a local shelter. At the end of the day he said, “Now that you have some of an idea of what it takes to take care of a dog, do you still want one?” When they all agree they did he told them to work together to pick one to take home.

Yahaba spends time with his kids doing art projects. They want to color? He’ll color with them. Paint? It’ll be outside with drop cloth and smocks but sure, why not? Sidewalk chalk and hopscotch? He’s there. Watching his kids be creative is one of his greatest joys.

Watari’s kids love to snuggle with him. They’ll crawl in his lap to watch a movie or beg him to lay with them during nap time when he’s home.

Kindaichi is rather competitive so he has to watch himself whenever he plays games with his kids not to get too into it. He won’t just let them win, though. They have to learn the agony of defeat, even in Mario Kart.

Kunimi – because of his dislike for loud, energetic beings – struggled through his kids toddler and young childhood years. He was there for them but it was a tough go. He does exceptionally well during the latter school years frequently being a source of help for them during homework time.

Kyotani is – unsurprisingly – fiercely protective of his kids. He can be a bit harsh with them but his attitude has mellowed out and they know above all else that he loves them. God help the boy who tries to date his daughter.

Nekoma

Kuroo is also fond of the dad jokes or science puns and frequently uses them to diffuse arguments with his kids, either between each other or with him.

Kenma – shockingly – loves playing video games with his kids. His proudest moment was when his son asked for his own PSP for his birthday.

Yamamoto, when they are old enough, teaches his daughters self defense to protect themselves from the numerous boys he just knows will be after them. They roll their eyes but do as told, teasing him with tidbits uncle Kuroo and Yaku told them about his own high school days. This only encourages him to increase the training, must to their chagrin.

Kai is the party planner for his kids’ birthday parties, taking whatever theme they want that year to the extreme and creating a wonderful experience for their guests and themselves.

Yaku loves baking with his kids. He’s always finding new recipes to try and they laugh their way through techniques they don’t understand, learning as they go and eating the fruits of their labor. After clean up, they go for a run or bike ride together to “burn off the sugar” before crashing for a nap.

Inuoka does finger puppet shows for his kids. He lets them make the characters out of arts and craft supplies then uses a stage box he built himself to put on productions for them. Sometimes they write the stories together and sometimes he makes it up for them to simply enjoy.

Lev is a master of hide and seek and his kids frequently challenge him in it. When his youngest managed to hide for over an hour it prompted him to put trackers on them, linked to their mother’s cell phone so he can’t cheat.

Other Team Favorites

Bokuto gives the best “horsey” rides, willing to get down on all fours and properly run about and buck, his children squealing with joy as they ride. It usually ends with Bokuto collapsed on the grass and his kids piling on top of him in fits of giggles.

Akaashi is a master at getting his babies to sleep. He rocks them gently, trailing his fingers over their forehead and down their eyelids prompting them to close. When they’re asleep, he lays them in their crib and watches them sleep for a little, a soft smile on his face.

Aone is a human jungle gym for his kids. They love to climb all over him, hanging from his strong arms or neck. They also love to wrestle with him, frequently ganging up to try to take him down. Aone just smiles quietly through it all, enjoying the time playing with his kids.

Koganegawa is just as entertained as his children watching animated movies. On Saturday nights, they cuddle together on the couch with snacks and drinks, pulling out of a hat what movie they’re going to watch from their massive collection.

Ushijima struggled in the beginning of fatherhood due to the unpredictability of children; babies in particular. But once he got the hang of the basics, he began to enjoy the experience more. The first time his son cuddled up and fell asleep on his chest he was a lost man; fatherhood, he decided, was the best thing to ever happen to him.

Semi is the dad whose kids can talk to him about and tell him anything. He takes their opinions, thoughts, ideas, worries, fears, arguments all in stride, allowing them to have their say (respectfully, there is no reason to be rude and it just makes you look stupid). When they’re done, he offers his advice, opinion or answer depending on the nature of the discussion. They may not always like what he says but they respect him because he respects them.

Tendo was quite nervous to have children to be honest. Would they like him? Would they think he was scary? Then, his daughter was born and all his fears melted. He might have shed a few tears, but he’ll never admit it. He gets her into manga when she’s older and the two of them will spend hours fanboy/girling over their favorites.

Happy Birthday Tanaka!

So it’s fitting that the first ask I did from this new bunch that just came in were head canons for Tanaka as third year ace of Karasuno because today is my fave boy’s birthday! I really, really love the head canons about said day and said boy that @hq-cuties-pls did and thus this scenario was born from inspiration of those! Female reader!

Tanaka’s fingers tremble a bit as he pulls on the bow. He’s fairly sure he knows what’s in this box, or at least the nature of the gift if not the actual item, and it breeds anticipation in his gut which travels north and south simultaneously, blooming to full blown excitement when the tissue is removed to reveal an piece of cloth not fit to be called clothing.

“Babe….this…wow-”

“I don’t even have it on yet, Ryu. I wonder if you can handle it?” you tease.

You don’t know how he manages to both blush and smolder at you when his sharp eyes look into yours and his voice drops an octave. “I can handle it, put it on. Please.”

Eagerly you snatch away the fabric, rushing to the bathroom to change and taking an extra five minutes to primp your hair and face. You opt for light makeup knowing Ryu likes to touch and kiss everywhere so having heavy face powder on is not optimal. Simple gloss to give your lips an alluring shine and a dust of eye-shadow should be enough.

It’s more than enough.

The moment you walk into the bedroom, Tanaka is standing at attention, a prominent bulge in his black boxer briefs.

Damn he looks sexy in those.

“Happy Birthday, Ryuunosuke,” you coo, swaying your hips purposely as you make way to the bed, the material of your soft line chemise swinging.

“Hell yeah it is,” he grunts, hands landing on your hips, thumbs trailing soft circles against your sides. He looks up at you, eyes full of adoration and you’re momentarily caught off guard by the gentleness of his expression. “You’re so beautiful. Geez, sometimes I wonder how a punk like me got a goddess like you,” he says, voice thick with want and something a little deeper.

You shrug, trying to lighten the mood. “Good luck?” you supply and he laughs.

“Come’er,” he whispers, drawing you down the mattress and crawling on top of you. You love how warm his skin is, how his spicy and very masculine scent surrounds you as he leans down to pepper kisses along your jaw towards the lobe of your ear which he nibbles upon arrival.

“Ryu, I’m supposed to be lavishing you with attention,” you sigh.

“It’s my birthday, let me enjoy my present,” he mumbles between kisses to your throat.

He trails down, leaving a path of heated skin as he tastes every inch of it. The trace of his tongue just below the top line of the silk adorning your breasts has you arching, willing his mouth to go lower. He takes a deep breath through his nose, sighing, “You always smell so good.”

His palm slides against your outer thigh, drawing the material of your slip higher exposing more of you to his hungry gaze. Tanaka leans up to look down at you, roaming over the splay of your hair against the pillow, the slightly dazed look in your eyes. Your parted lips, shiny and smelling of coconut draw him down to touch his own to them, the soft kiss growing heated and hungry in under a half second. He slices his tongue into your mouth, dominating you in a moment of fiery passion before he’s back to light kisses and breezy touches that make you writhe, a low quiet whine in the back of your throat.

“So beautiful,” he whispers again, “so fucking beautiful and you’re mine. You’re…all…mine.” He lifts the chemise slowly

as he speaks until there’s nothing left to cover you.

You push against the elastic of his underwear and he chuckles but indulges your impatience by shucking them off to the floor.

A quiet moan lifts from your mouth at the feel of his hard, hot body against your own. He hasn’t even really done anything yet but already your heart is racing. The press of his erection against the slick of your core has him echoing your moan, mouth smashing to yours in another heated kiss.

“I love you, so much,” he pants, barely getting the words out as the urgency to keep kissing you rises.

Your hand rubs across the top of his head, his buzzed hair somehow still so soft and he groans into your neck. You move to his back, kneading the muscles, gently scraping with your nails. “I love your touch, I love your kisses, I love your body.” His praises continue, some clear, some not for want of keeping his lips against your skin.

“Take me Ryu, hold me close in your strong arms and make me see stars,” you beg.

“Fuck yes,” he growls, pulling away only long enough to slip on a condom and then he’s back, muscled chest rubbing against your breasts as he pushes deep into your body but he moves slow, doesn’t rush, enjoys the sensation of you sucking him in and clenching around him.

“You…always…feel like…heaven,” he gasps, hips thrusting back and forth deliberately.

“Please, Ryu,” you beg, palms holding his cheeks, “go faster. I need to feel your power. I want you to wreck me, please.”

Tanaka groans, forehead pressing to yours for a second and then he’s kissing you again. “Just a little longer,” he requests, “I love being inside you and I’m not ready to end it yet. Please?”

You smile as your eyes meet. “Then let’s switch positions. Let me ride you. I promise, I’ll take it slow.”

He grins, pulls out and flops on his back before you feel you’ve blinked. The rapidity of his compliance and eager boyish grin make you laugh as you crawl to your knees, making sure to flash him a piece of ass before you whip around and straddle his thighs.

He inhales sharply as you sink onto him, swallowing every inch of his cock hitting deep grazing your g-spot making you gasp. You trail your hands up your stomach, cupping your breasts and tilt your chin down. Keeping eye contact with Ryu, you slowly extend your tongue to lick your nipple.

“Fucking hell that’s so hot,” he growls, hands unable to keep from pawing at your other breast. He tweaks its nipple and you moan around the other as you suck yourself, never breaking your gaze. “Keep that up and I won’t last,” he warns. You play nice, prolonging your lovemaking and stop your little show in favor of trailing your fingertips gently up and down his chest. He sighs as you trace the lines of his abs, head kicking back as you slide your palms against the smoothness of his pecks.

Tanaka’s eyes fly back to your face at the feel of your hot, wet tongue teasing circles around his nipples. He never realized how sensitive he is there. His hips buck up, thrusting him even deep into you making you moan his name. He grabs your hips, slowly guiding you in a rotation motion that has his cock twitching. “Shit, just…unh! I…,” his voice falls away to a low grunt of approval.

“What’s this? Does the birthday boy wanna come?” you tease, squeezing your inner muscles.

Tanaka nods rapidly, letting out a long sigh of your name as you keep working him over. “Fuck Ryu, you feel so amazing in me,” you whimper. He watches as you tease your nipple with one hand while the other trails between your thighs, please against your clit as you lift up and down on his cock.

“That’s right baby, touch yourself. Come for me while I come for you,” he pants.

Your legs and abs are on fire, it’s difficult lifting over and over without the help of your arms, so eventually you have to stop your clit stimulation in order to keep building up his orgasm but you don’t mind because it’s his birthday and the whole point of this, at least today, is to make him feel good.

But Tanaka takes great pride in giving you satisfaction and so takes up the mantle of getting you off, pressing his thumb against your clit and rubbing in a motion he knows will get the job done.

“Oh..oh god…Ryu-”

“That’s it, that’s my girl. Such a good girl, so good to me, so beautiful, so wonderful! You deserve to come, don’t you baby? You deserve to feel as good as you make me feel. I want you to come on my cock, ______, come for me!”

“Ryu…Ryuunosuke!”

Your shout and release are violent, drawing him into your wave of pleasure and allowing him to crash into his as well. His release is more quiet than yours but just as intense. As you collapse on top of him, Tanaka rubs easy circles on your back, whispering in your ear, “Thanks for the best birthday ever.”

You giggle, smacking his chest. “You say that every year, you dork.”

His hand cups your face, drawing you in for another kiss, but this one is sweet and gentle. “And I mean it every year,” he insists.

He rolls to his side, gently pulling out as he deposits you back onto the mattress. In little time, he’s gotten the condom off and tied, dropping it in the bathroom trash where he grabs a cup of water for the two of you to share.

As he falls to his back, you snuggle to his chest.

“Happy birthday, Ryu,” you say through a yawn.

“Thanks babe,” he replies, kissing the top of your head before succumbing to sleep himself.

When I think about Tanaka I imagine him being the ace in his third year. I wonder how he will fare – will he be just as strong mentaly, or will he fear that Hinata is coming up behind him, trying to eat him up? Like Asahi noticed when Hinata bumped into him at training camp. I would love your thoughts on Ace Tanaka, if you want!

Oooooo, my boy! Ya’ll know I love this bad ass who’s actually a cream puff. Yes! Let’s talk third year ACE Tanaka!

Totally named vice captain to Ennoshita’s captain and nobody will let him deny it.
He’s still a bit of a loose cannon but as we saw, Sugawara could get fierce and a bit outta control too so Tanaka fills those shoes just fine.
Takes the responsibility pretty seriously actually. Like, he jokes around still and tries to intimidate the new first years (gets smacked on the head by Ennoshita for it) but he’s the first one to the court and the last one to leave.
Offers help to those struggling. Can’t figure out how to approach the line? He’ll be teaching till his ankles are ready to break cause he’s an awesome senpai!
Buys meat buns and drinks after practice for everyone occasionally (as long as his wallet allows or Ukai’s being supremely generous in the discount department).
Is for sure named Karasuno’s ace. Scores more points from the sides than any other player.
Strong? He’s the definition of the word. His mental strength is as legendary as his spikes.

Part of this, besides his ridiculous strength, is because Nishinoya is very in sync with him and saves so many blocks or rebounds. It’s uncanny how often he’s just at the perfect spot to give Tanaka another shot

Totally builds a friendly rivalry with Yamamoto.

Like, they Snap Chat while at practice taunting each other until their respective captains tell them to stop goofing off
Tanaka grows his hair out and they have mohawk battles.

Picture this: for practice games and training camps, both these boys beg their sisters to help them dye their hair; red for Yamamoto and black with orange stripes for Tanaka

But they bond about the pressures of being the ace

AKA, dealing with Hinata and Lev vying for the title

Overall, though, Tanaka isn’t worried about Hinata. They have different play styles and because he wants Karasuno to be the best, if that means Hinata shines a bit brighter than him for a few games so be it.

But everybody, including Hinata, knows Tanaka is Karasuno’s ace

Whenever he starts feeling a bit overwhelmed, he’ll text with Asashi who is more than happy to offer his thoughts and encouragement.
Starts dating the manager in training (she’s a second year)

It’s perfect because he gets to see her all the time at practice and games where he can steal kisses in the storage room (nobody is fooled) or between sets.
Never has to worry about missing her while at training camp cause she’s there
Complains if she doesn’t get his water and towel first (everyone just rolls their eyes)
Yamamoto hates him for it cause Nekoma still doesn’t have a cute manager (and he still doesn’t have a girlfriend)

Tanaka as ace is bomb and I really hope down the line it becomes canon

Thanks for the ask babe!

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L for Tanaka!!

Love (How do they show love physically, verbally, etc.?)

More love for Tanaka!!

I went the other way and am going to talk about how he likes to receive love.

Physically:

Loves when his girl rubs his head. The feel of her hand gently touching his scalp makes him melt. Bonus if she gives him a head massage.
Hugs. As much as this boy loves kissing her, he loves her hugging him. From behind around his waist, around his neck, leaping into his arms, however she chooses to hug him, he welcomes it.

Verbally:

Loves hearing her cheer for him from the stands and yes he can pick out her voice from the rest of them.
Murmured words of affection in his ear will make him tingle all over. I don’t mean, dirty talk (although he definitely loves that too). I’m talking, encouraging him after a bad (or even a good) game. Telling him she believes in him, letting him know how cute he is, how much he makes her happy. He craves validation and having it literally spelled (or spoken out) makes his heart sing.

L for Tanaka!!

Love (How do they show love physically, verbally, etc.?)

I may have gotten a little out of hand because I have deep affection for this punky boy!

Tanaka is an all around lover.

He does get a bit blushy at first but once he’s established in the relationship he loves showing her love.

He’ll do cheesy stuff such as:

Try to write her poetry or leave her love notes in her locker
Pick wild flowers and bring them to her
Blows her kisses from the court (gets whacked by Daichi occasionally)
Dedicates spikes to her.

Really, she’s the one who ends up embarrassed; pleased but embarrassed.

Physically:

Arm always around her in some way. Her waist, her shoulders, her hip, his hand is there.
That or he holds her hand constantly.
Kisses, kisses, kisses! Forehead, cheek, lips, neck, his lips are eager to touch to her anywhere they can.
GIANT hugs! Like, every time he sees her it’s like they haven’t seen each other for days. He’ll lift her off her feet, spin her around, it’s ridiculously cute.

Verbally:

When the “I love you” moment is reached, he never fails to tell her that he does, every day. It’s the first thing he says when he sees her in the morning and the last thing he says to her when they part at night.

You still doing the smut headcanons? If so, H and I for Tanaka, please! I’ve been obsessed with this boy lately! Thanks!

H: Handsy (When they can’t keep their hands to themselves)

I: Initiator (Who initiates most of the time? How?)

Tanaka rolls to his side, jaw stretching wide in a long yawn. He blinks open sleep encrusted eyes and when his vision clears, he smiles.

Even asleep, she’s stunning.

A familiar itch erupts in the tips of his fingers, spreading quickly to his palms, then arms; the urge to touch.

He loves touching her.

Cupping her face, ruffling her hair, massaging her neck, it doesn’t matter. Where she’ll let him, he’s eager to touch. His smiles widens as flashes of last night play before his mind’s eye, remembrance of just where she lets him touch and how.

It stirs the longing, feeds it like a greedy animal until the absence of the feel of her skin grows too great. He shifts closer, the weight of his body on the mattress rolling her nearer to him as he lays his palm against her stomach. She moves into his touch, snorting a bit when he accidentally tickles her ribs.

His eyes trail over her, mouth watering and lips tingling to kiss every inch. When his gaze reaches her face, he finds her eyes on him, a sleepy smile in place.

She stretches, revealing more of the curves he longs for, an unintentional seduction. “Good morning,” she says, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

“Mornin’,” he replies, gripping her hip. “Sleep good?”

She nods, yawning. “Wouldn’t have minded a bit more of it,” she teases.

“Sorry.” His hand leaves its perch, sliding over her waist up to wrap around her breast. “I just couldn’t help myself.”

“You’ve always been an instigator, Ryu,” she sighs, adjusting her position as he climbs on top of her, body pressing her firmly into the mattress.

His skin is always so warm.

He nuzzles her neck, planting slow, open mouthed kisses down her throat. “I’ll always want more of you.” A kiss to her temple, sweet and light. “As much as you want to give, I’ll take.” His face appears above hers, eyes momentarily serious as he says, “And I’ll give you everything of me in return.”

“Since when did you become so smooth?” she asks, an attempt to lighten the suddenly heavy mood.

He smiles, warm and sincere before leaning his forehead against hers. “Since you,” he answers easily and her laughter shakes against his chest making him smile wider. “Round two?” he asks, mouth returning to her neck igniting her nerves.

He groans when her hand wraps around his staff.

She can initiate too.

Could I get a scenario for older!Bokuto, Iwaizumi, and Tanaka are on a plane heading for some big volleyball tournament and their girlfriends surprised them with a playlist of their favorite songs to listen to before they left? All is good until they come across a recording of the last time they had sex(AHEM probs before they left AHEM AHEM @_@)?! The audio is crystal clear so he can hear EVERY kinda noise imaginable from both of them to other things!

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Would y’all believe me if I said this is the OLDEST ask in our box currently? No? Ripley’s Believe It has a section called OR NOT, so ya BEST believe it! Ooooooohkaaaaaaaay… So…. I’ve never written for Tanaka before… So … Please forgive me if I completely fuck him up! Lol And PLEASE tell me if I’ve completely fucked him up lol I can’t improve unless I know what needs improving!!! Support and Feedback is ALWAYS appreciated – even if it’s constructive criticism! Thanks for requesting sweetie! I hope you enjoy the smut I’ve created for you~! -Admin Satori ❤

Bokuto Koutarou:

This week had flown by without a hitch. From planning the trip, to packing for it, to getting to where he was needed – Bokuto was feeling exhaustion creep into his brain. Pulling his eyelids down, making them feel heavy, slowing his heart from the excitement, making his muscles relax into the very uncomfortable airline seat. He pushed up in his seat a bit to see over the tops of the people sitting in front of him – The large screen at the front of the row of seats showing his remaining time in the cramped space to count as another 8 hours.

Team Tokyo had kicked ass in their own home games, and now they were on their way to the olympics. The Olympics. Bokuto couldn’t believe it. He was the Ace of the Tokyo Olympic team. He smiled tiredly and leaned back into his seat, his eyes closing, enjoying the music flowing into his ears from his headphones. And while he wanted to be excited about being on a plane for the first time and having a window seat, a seat he’d fought for against Kuroo, he was just too tired. So instead, he sat back comfortably and enjoyed the silence of the plane, and the playlist you’d thoughtfully put together for him.

Bokuto was on the brink of falling asleep when the music switched to the next song.

“Ahhh~ Kou…. Don’t stop…”

Bokuto’s eyes flashed open and he sat up straight in his seat at the sound of your panting for him, the image of your lewd look of desire flashing in the forefront of his mind. It had sounded so real, so close, he had honestly thought you were there with him. He blinked a few times before glancing to the right of him, seeing Kuroo fast asleep with his own noise cancelling headphones covering his ears. “F-Fuck yes…. You’re so goddamn tight, ______.” Bokuto placed a hand on his chest as he realized that was his voice he was hearing. His wide eyes looked around him suspiciously, making sure no one else was hearing these sounds, these voices.

“What…. the….” Bokuto mumbled to himself as he pulled his phone from his pocket, all the while trying to ignore the sound of your moans and his groans and grunts. He looked at the name of the ‘song’ that was playing to see the title read ‘Play Me ;P’.

“Kou… you’re so big…. I’m going to break in half….”

“Fuck you’re so hot…. Taking my cock to the hilt…. Good girl….”

Bokuto felt his pants becoming more and more uncomfortable the longer he listened to your moaning his name, panting and sighing about how good he was making you feel – Every time he blinked, he saw the exact night this was recorded from, remembering the feel of your skin against his, the way your fingers carded through his hair and tugged when his cock rubbed against your ribbed walls just right. His breath was heavy, and suddenly he was up from his seat, hitting his head harshly on the low rise ceiling above in his haste. The banging of his head on the ceiling scared Tendou awake from the next seat over, and the guess monster watched as Bokuto awkwardly walked around Kuroo’s long legs and into the aisle, puling down his shirt in the front. Tendou smirked to himself, his bat ears having caught the tail end of what his fallen earphone was expelling. He’d have to tease him about it later.

“Ah, ah…. Please, Kou… Don’t tease me…”

“Come on, ______…. Call my name…. Let the neighbors know who makes you feel so good…”

At the first sight of a private space, Bokuto tossed himself inside the empty bathroom, quickly locking the door behind him before his hand was shoved into his pants and he was stroking his painfully hard cock. He leaned his head back on the wall and closed his eyes, biting his bottom lip at the slightest relief of pressure his hand was offering.

“Fuck, _____…. You’re pretty little mouth feels so good… Yes, just like that…..”

“I want you to cum in my mouth, Kou….”

Bokuto groaned at the sound of your voice begging for his cum. His eyebrows furrowed as he imagined you there in that tight space of the bathroom with him, your hand stroking up and down his cock, your thumb swiping his precum and rubbing against his slit. He arched his back and panted roughly, his other hand pulling his shirt up and his pants down to free his movements. The memory of you on your knees in front of him, staring up at him with your large eyes, your mouth open and ready for his load. “Fuck….. Almost….” He panted into the small, stuffy space.

“Please… Please kou…. Right there… Don’t stop… I’m gonna…. I’m go-“

“Me too… _____… Almost….”

His hand lost rhythm and soon he was twisting his hips into his own hold, chasing his orgasm, needing this release more than anything in the world right now.

“Koutarou~!”

Bokuto bucked into his hand, once, twice, three times before he was coming over his hand. But his hand didn’t stop stroking him, needing to ride out his orgasm, he imagined you lying there under him, covered in his release, your face flushed from your own release, your chest heaving as you stared up at him. “______….” Bokuto sighed out, peeling open his eyes and staring ahead of himself in a daze, feeling like his entire body was about to collapse over how numb it’d gotten from his tensed self love.

Mechanically, he pulled his hand away from his cock, staring down at the mess he’d made all over his pants and the bathroom floor, he felt a heat rush up his neck and into his cheeks – maybe this would have been better to listen to once he’d been alone in his hotel room. Plane bathrooms aren’t exactly the best of ideas. He cleared his throat, embarrassed over his own actions, and cleaned himself as best he could, just tossing down some toilet paper over his fallen cum on the floor before he pulled up his pants and washed his hands. He looked at himself in the mirror before yanking out his earphones, stuffing them into his pockets as he cut the audio of the next ‘song’.

“…How many did she record?” Bokuto huffed out as he walked out of the bathroom, reaching his hand out to brace against the opposite wall as he tripped over the lip of the bathroom door. His phone went sprawling from his hand into the walkway, only to be picked up almost immediately.

“Ohoho? Who recorded what?” Kuroo smirked as he looked at Bokuto’s phone, a mischievous glint in his eye.

“Ololo? Play it, Nyan-chan~.” Tendou’s voice chimed in as he looked over Kuroo’s shoulder at Bokuto’s phone.

“No! Wait!” Bokuto yelled just as Kuroo’s finger pressed play.

Iwaizumi Hajime:

“You ever shut the hell up?” Iwaizumi grumped as he glared at his plane partner, feeling his irritation increase at the smug smirk on the lanky boys’ face.

“Nope!” Tendou hummed happily, popping the ‘p’ like a child, tilting his head as he stared at Iwaizumi, “Switch seats with me and I’ll be quiet just for you ‘Iwa-chan’.” His hooded eyes sparkled with playfulness, knowing that nickname was reserved only for Iwaizumi’s best friend. Not even his own girlfriend called him by that nickname.

Iwaizumi was up in a flash, cursing loudly when his head hit the low overhang of the plane ceiling, reaching up and rubbing the sore spot as he switched seat with the much taller irritating man. “If it’s a guarantee for your silence.” Iwaizumi growled lowly as he got comfortable in the aisle seat, crossing his arms over his chest and closing his eyes. Tendou hummed happily and leaned forward so he could completely stuff his face against the window of the plane, watching the moon glint off the clouds passing under them. “Like a goddamn cat…. Not even Kuroo-san acts like this.” Iwaizumi huffed, glancing over at Tendou’s excited form staring out the window. When Tendou didn’t rebuke his grumpiness, Iwaizumi turned his attention to keeping himself busy now that he didn’t have the view of the passing clouds and the stars above. He’d originally turned his attention to watching the in flight movie, but after the 3rd play through, he wanted to tear his own hair out – So he’d settled for pulling out his phone from his carry on and connected his bluetooth headphones to listen to his music.

Suddenly, he remembered you’d stolen his phone a couple days ago to make a playlist for him, and had told him to listen to it whenever he was alone or missing her. Iwaizumi realized his expression was set in his usual irritated pout, and he jerked the corner of his mouth into a neutral expression as he hit the shuffle button of your playlist; He was missing you. Any moment without you by his side, he was missing you. Missing your smile, the way your eyes sparkled, the way you said his name. He missed being home with you.

He doesn’t know when he fell asleep. Probably somewhere between his favorite song and yours, or maybe it was to the song he’d heard on the radio and couldn’t help but think of you every time it played. Memories slowly turned into dreams as he drifted away from the world of the conscious.

“Hajime~… Touch me, Hajime… Right here…”

Iwaizumi’s eyebrows furrowed at your wanton voice, begging for his touch, begging for his kisses. But the small smile that formed on his lips wasn’t disagreeing to what he was hearing. Ghost hands of his stroked your bare body before him, cupping your breasts, nipping on your nipples, your gasps of pleasure like music to his ears.

“Please, Hajime… Don’t tease me….”

And he didn’t. Sheathing his cock with your tight hole, groaning, “You’re so tight…. So warm and tight…Feels so good, _____.” Then he was thrusting into you, watching your breasts bounce with every snap of his hips against yours, hearing the slick sounds of your wet hole slicked over his cock. Iwaizumi frowned, feeling as if he wasn’t getting enough of your body, enough of your tight hole, feeling more constricted than ever before.

“Harder Hajime… Please fuck me… Wreck me… Make me your whore.”

Your begging, the way your eyes pleaded for him to go harder, to forcibly push you to your edge quicker, the way your pretty little mouth spouted those filthy pleas; It drove him crazy! Hips slamming against yours, hearing you scream his name, your nails raking down his back only spurring him on, he knew his orgasm wouldn’t be far from your own. “Fuck…. Holy fuck… You’re so fucking hot, ______…. That’s it, baby girl, scream my name.” He whispered.

“Ahhh~ Hajime! Right there! Please don’t stop! I’m so close, please let me cum!”

Iwaizumi bucked his hips harshly against yours, pressing against that oh so special spot inside you that made your voice crack, your back arch, and your breathing stutter. The smug smile on his lips remained as you toppled over the edge, panting his name in prayer, feeling your entire body on a high even as he continued to thrust into you. He chased his orgasm, squeezing his eyes shut as your walls squeezed around him pushing him right up to his edge…

But instead of seeing the blinding light from behind his lids at his usual release…

There was a very real flash in his face that made him gasp and sit up in the plane chair. He frowned and rubbed at his eyes, “What the fuck?” He groaned, blinking furiously as he looked at his team surrounding him, seeing the retraction of someone’s phone behind their back, “What the hell are you all looking at?” He hissed, not finding their stares to be very welcoming. Waking up dazed and confused really put Iwaizumi in the worst of moods, and realizing his dream had only been just that wasn’t making his mood any more agreeable.

The sound of someone clearing their throat brought the wrath of Iwaizumi’s glare, only meeting the embarrassed eyes of his captain, Daichi. “Uh…. Iwaizumi-san…. Do you need to excuse yourself?” He asked, tearing his gaze away from Iwaizumi and looking at literally anything but him.

“Sounded like you were having quite a lot of fun over here…. Thought we’d see what was so entertaining…” Kuroo smirked from the seat on the other side of the aisle, Bokuto’s wide gold eyes almost glowing in the dimmed lights of the plane just behind Kuroo’s form.

“I-Iwaizumi-san… Your…. Your headphones are very loud…” Kageyama piped up from behind Iwaizumi’s seat, prompting the former ace to look down at his phone and feel an embarrassed rage heat his face as he realized the tent in his pants he was currently sporting. Not just from his really painful hard on, but the spot of precum that’d completely soaked through his boxers and seeping was currently into the fabric of his pants. He’d been so close.

“Did you wreck her, Iwa-chan?” Tendou snorted from the seat next to the frustrated man, and ducked as Iwaizumi made a swipe at him.

“Fuck… All of you.” Iwaizumi growled as he stood up from his seat and stomped over to the plane bathroom.

Bokuto turned in his seat and smiled widely at the former ace, “Only if you promise to wreck us!” He hollered, irritating the people snoozing behind his and Kuroo’s seats. Kuroo barked out a laugh, Tendou snickering along, knowing Iwaizumi would never be able to live this down.

Tanaka Ryuunosuke: ~~*Satori begs forgiveness for messing up Buddha Boy*~~

When you’d first told Tanaka that you were making a playlist for him, he’d felt his heart practically bursting out of his chest – it took real understanding and affection for someone to pick music specifically for another person! He’d felt so touched by your request that he’d handed over his phone without a second thought. He knew you’d pick the best music, artists and songs the two of you would belt out on road trips or while shopping for the weeks groceries. He remembered poking his head in the doorway of the room to request you’d put a specific song into the list, after just hearing it moments before. You’d give him the cutest smile and agree, and then he’d be off again looking for more music to share with you.

He wasn’t a very musical man. He could whistle a tune now and then, but usually his peers said his voice was…. Lacking in keeping pace…. In maintaining notes…. In being pleasant overall.

But you loved his voice. Loved listening to him enjoy life to the fullest!

So when you’d driven him to the airport, you’d been jittering with excitement as you handed him his phone filled with music… and other things. Of course it’d been a little rough morning since you knew he’d be gone for a while, but you had been promised calls and video chats every morning and evening. And you were content with that… For now.

Tanaka bragged about your personalized playlist, showing his phone to Noya as they sat together, Tanaka having the window seat only because Noya didn’t want to feel like he was being compartmentalized. He was small enough without feeling smaller! Thankfullly, Tanaka hadn’t shown Noya too much of the playlist, only scrolling a few songs and retelling the memory of each of the songs.

“And this one! This was the song I heard in the background when we had our fist kiss! It was beautiful, Noya-san! Like angels singing!” Tanaka smiled widely over at his best friend to see he’d fallen asleep to Tanaka’s excited chatter. “Ah, Noya-san, you could fall asleep during an tsunami alarm.…” He sighed with a fond smile before leaning back in his own seat, staring out the window after sliding his headphones over his head and onto his ears. Memories of each song flashed through his mind as he watched the clouds roll by, his smile only warming and widening with each song that played. At one point soft song, the song the two of you danced to in his room after the first night you slept over, he felt his heart squeeze in his chest. “I miss her….” He whispered, feeling his lip quiver just the slightest as the song trailed off with its final note.

“Ahh~ Ryuu…”

Tanaka sat up straight in his seat, looking around with wide eyes as he heard you sigh his name happily. It was so close, he could practically feel your breath in his ear! But his quick look over showed nothing. Just a plane full of his sleepy teammates. Kuroo leaning on Bokuto’s shoulder, Iwaizumi leaning back in his chair almost completely and irritating Oikawa behind him with the cramped space, who looked absolutely miserable sitting next to Ushijima. But. No trace of you.

“Ryuu~… Ah…. Please…”

The sounds of sucking, licking, your moaning, gasps of pleasure – and he knew exactly what it was he was hearing. He felt his face heat with embarrassment, feeling shock freeze his limbs, well… Something of his was still twitching with life. “You taste so good, princess … I’m going to make you see stars tonight…” Tanaka felt almost panicked as he heard his own raspy voice through his headphones, and he was up from his seat – banging his head on the low overhang for the second time in the span of 6 hours; He’d hit his head while taking his seat next to Noya in a rush. He hadn’t wanted the seat to be stolen!

Takana held in the groan of pain, rubbing his shaved head where it hurt before he was skirting around Noya’s sleeping form and walking towards the back of the plane where the restrooms were. He felt his chest constricting with desire as he your whimpers and whines stirred his cock awake – he didn’t have a lot of time before something needed to be done. He went to open the bathroom door but jolted to a stop, letting out a frustrated sigh when he saw the lock read as “Occupied”. “Fuck….” He rubbed his head, still feeling the sting from the hit, still feeling his cock twitch with every gasp from you.

He rushed to the middle of the plane, then to the front, only to realize that all the bathrooms were taken. He sulked back to his seat, this time pulling his jacket low in front of his body to hide his painfully erect cock in his pants. Slumping into his seat, he froze as he glanced at Noya, only seeing the back of his best friends head as the libero slept. No… He couldn’t…. Not here…

“Ah Ryuu…. Please don’t stop… Make me cum…. Please.”

Hell fucking yes he could. Tanaka turned on his side, his back to Nishinoya, crossing his left leg over his right at the knee so as to provide a little bit of a barrier from any prying eyes. He gulped thickly as his right hand found its way into his pants, letting out a shuddering sigh as it ghosted over his aching cock. “You want me to fuck you with my fingers, _____? Tell me what you want, princess….” Tanaka furrowed his eyebrows as he closed his eyes, his hand enclosing around his dick and slowly his throbbing shaft. How could a goddamn recording get him so hard so fast??

“Ryuu~ yes…. Yes… Fuck me with you fingers, senpai~….”

Tanaka inhaled, but it was a shaky endeavor, and he knew if he wasn’t careful he’d get caught redhanded… or maybe gooey white handed….

“Fuck yes…. Ah~ Ryuu…. You make me feel so good….Oh my god… I’m so close, baby~”

He bit his bottom lip roughly as he sped his movements just the slightest, knowing he was doing this on borrowed time – he’d be able to really enjoy your recordings as soon as they landed. He promised himself this much. He owed himself at least that much. “Cum for me, _____… Let me taste you properly….” Tanaka remembered the exact night this was recorded from, still remembering how good you tasted on his tongue, how he’d suck your clit into his mouth and roll his tongue just perfectly over the bundle of nerves.

“Fuck… Fuck fuck! Ryuu~!!”

Tanaka stilled in his seat, deathly still, as he came into his hand from the sound of your orgasm. He felt the stickiness in his hand, knew it was seeping through his hold and dampening his underwear. He quickly turned off his phone completely, tossing off his headphones from his head as he struggled to regain his composure. He had to make sure no one saw what he’d been doing.

He felt his heart sink in his chest as he met the very familiar eyes of a sly cat. And an obnoxious owl.

“Fuck….” Tanaka groaned, rubbing his firetruck red face with his non-dirty hand, knowing this could only mean terrible things for him.

Okay… So My DREAM TEAM for Team Tokyo would probably be…. Captain: Daichi, Ace: Bokuto, WS: Daichi, Bokuto, Iwaizumi, Setter: Kageyama, MB: Kuroo, Tendou, Li: Nishinoya…. Yeah… And now and then I may be conflicted and switch out Kageyama for Oikawa…. But more than not THIS is my dream team ❤

I was laughing out loud! These are so great! You nailed Tanaka in my opinion. I picture him very much as you described, a very affectionate and appreciative boyfriend so that was great.

Highlights that I loved:

TENDOU!!! I love that he was on the team. His interactions with everyone was perfect “Nyan-chan!” Oh my goodness I howled with laughter, that was great! And him annoying Iwaizumi, that’s exactly how it would go.

Oikawa being annoyed with sitting next to Ushijima, so funny!

The description of what they’re hearing was flawless, you transitioned from “inner” monologue to present time perfectly. It was great!

Your dream team makes me swoon, I mean, really, it’s amazing!

Great, great, great job, these were amazing!

Work Break with Tanakai

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Tanaka’s mouth tastes like coffee and cream, his tongue prodding deep into your own.

“Ryu, wait-“ you whimper when his hands slide under the front of your shirt, palming your breasts.

“You’re on break, stop wasting time arguing,” he grunts back, sucking roughly on your neck making your legs almost give out.

Falling to his knees, he tugs your pants down to around your ankles. You cover your mouth as his tongue slides over the slick of your core. He pushes deeper, hands grasping your ass.

“Ryu, fuck…just like that…please.” You’re trying to whisper but he’s just so good at this!

He feels the tremor of your body, legs shaking as he latches onto your clit and sucks hard. You come, biting your knuckles to keep from screaming out loud.

Smug, Tanaka stands, wiping the evidence from his face with the back of his hand. Popping in a mint, he grins at your flushed face. “Feel better?”

You nod, unable to speak at the moment. He chuckles, leaning down to kiss you gently. “I’ll see you when you get off,” he murmurs against your lips.

“Were you blind for the last few minutes?” you ask, smiling.

“Heh, cute.” His mouth trails to your ear, tongue tracing its edge. “That was just the appetizer baby, I’m gonna wreck you when you get home.”

You shudder in anticipation, smiling softly when he kisses your cheek. “Love you,” he says, opening the bathroom door and walking out nonchalant, as if he didn’t just single handedly (or rather tonguedly) save you from being arrested for murder.

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-Admin Jen

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