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vulnerable Ushijima- (gen/ any pairing)

(Anonymous) 2015-12-22 09:10 pm (UTC)(link)
I want to see this strong dependable captain break, tears, clenched fists, heartbreak, the whole 9 yards. What will bring him to his knees, and who will be there to comfort him? I'll take any scenario, from mundane to some bananas AU, just please give me vulnerable Ushi~


(Anonymous) 2015-12-30 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
Oikawa, Kuroo, and Kageyama are candidates for a presidential election (I don't really care what kind; this can be crack or whichever). OiKuro participate in much mudslinging against each other—though they won't admit to the UST between them—while Kageyama is just trying to run an honest campaign here.

(Kuroo ends up winning the election. Kageyama has a surprising number of unexpected votes.)


(Anonymous) 2015-12-30 05:53 am (UTC)(link)



(Anonymous) - 2016-07-23 01:56 (UTC) - Expand

Protective Volleyball Families, Kenma/Hinata date fluff

(Anonymous) 2015-12-31 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
I would absolutely love to see a fanfic where Hinata and Kenma are going on a date and their respective teams find out. Being the way overprotective people that hey are they proceed to follow them around to "protect" them. Hilarity would of course ensue.

Yamaguchi + Protective!Karasuno VBC, Bullying, Hurt/Comfort

(Anonymous) 2016-01-03 12:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Yamaguchi is my star and light but I love the Karasuno family dynamics. So I want Yamaguchi being bullied, beat on after school, and the team is looking for him because Tsukishima doesnt know where he went but club's started?? Anhthing would do really I justvwant family!Karasuno

Daichi/Suga/Hinata - Daddy kink + Mommy kink + Dirty talk

(Anonymous) 2016-01-04 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Daichi and Suga calling Hinata their little boy and taking care of him and Daichi would be the Daddy and Suga would be the Mommy. They'd tease Hinata and talk dirty to him and maybe even make him beg? Perhaps Daichi could be like: Look at you, being so good for Mommy...
Go wild with this! The kinkier, filthier, dirtier, the better! I just want Hinata being in the middle, teased by his Mommy and Daddy and loving every single second of it.

Bokuto/Akaashi - A/B/O + knotting + impregnation

(Anonymous) 2016-01-05 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
Omega!Akaashi going into heat and, well.

Big bonus if Bokuto puts his hands over Akaashi's belly as he's, you know, doing the impregnating.

If you somehow add lactation to this you'll be signing my death certificate. (Maybe Omegas are like some cats and start producing some milk even before getting pregnant??? Maybe as a flash forward with Akaashi hugely pregnant and leaking??? Just fuck me up).

yep i need jesus pretty bad

FILL: "Red Heat" (BokuAka, ABO dynamics, impregnation kink)

(Anonymous) 2016-01-17 02:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Akaashi can't stand it for another minute. His heat has lasted three days now, and he's about to lose his last bit of sanity.

Bokuto is coming. He just has to hang on until Bokuto gets there.

He thought he would be able to outlast it, but he's shaking and crying with frustration. No matter how much he tries, nothing he can do makes it better for more than an hour or two.

The front door slams and footsteps come up the stairs two at a time. The door to his room opens and Akaashi lifts his head. He must look like an absolute mess because instead of jumping into bed with him like a normal alpha, Bokuto hesitates.

“Akaashi, you don't look good. Something's wrong.”

He grits his teeth to hold back a wave of sarcasm. He has to stay focused and explain things. The sooner he does that, the sooner Bokuto will fuck him.

“It's a red heat.”

“A what?”

“A red heat!” Of course Bokuto wouldn’t know what it means. He never paid attention in reproductive biology. Akaashi swallows in a fruitless attempt to wet his dry throat. He has to tell Bokuto the truth, or he’ll never forgive himself after.

“It's really bad and... and it won't stop until I'm pregnant.”


Akaashi didn’t want to believe it at first, but there was no mistaking the signs. Usually the first day of a heat is the worst and it slowly decreases in severity. This one gets worse by the hour. He can’t keep food down, he can’t sleep; his body’s demand to mate overtakes everything else. He struggles to keep his voice steady, “You don't have to take any responsibility. I just need someone I can depend on to help me.”

Bokuto frowns and pulls his shirt up over his head. Akaashi whines. The Alpha smell sends his hormones reeling and he turns his face into the pillow, his arms starting to shake. Bokuto still doesn’t get on the bed.

“Bokuto-san? Please don't make me beg.” There’s a serious chance that it will happen if this goes on much longer.

“I'll be right back.”

A soft bunch of fabric landing next to him on the pillow. Akaashi pounces on it and buries his face in the shirt. His body calms somewhat as he inhales Bokuto’s familiar smell. The reprieve doesn’t last long. Within minutes his body’s demand to be bred comes back double. The mattress sags as Bokuto returns and helps him sit up.

“You’re close to getting dehydrated.”

Akaashi hadn't realized how thirsty he was, but with Bokuto here he can focus a little. His hands are shaking too hard to take the cup and Bokuto has to hold it for him.

“Your parents left you alone like this?”

Akaashi shakes his head, “Out of the country.” Once he’s had enough to drink he flops forward, winding his arms around Bokuto’s neck.


“It hurts.” A cramp twists in his gut, ten times worse than any of his previous heats. He lifts his chin, baring his neck. “Please it hurts and it won't stop.” Bokuto wants him. He can smell it. Why won't he help? The words spill from his mouth before he can stop them, “Please. Please, please, please, oh please Bokuto-san!”

He whimpers with relief when Bokuto growls, pushing him down on his hands and knees. He can feel he Alphas hand between his legs and a shiver of anticipation runs down his spine. Bokuto bends forward over his back, nuzzling him between his shoulder blades.

Akaashi makes a high pitched sound in his throat when Bokuto’s finger enters him. His arms start to tremble; it's good it's so good. He starts to collapse forward and Bokuto wraps an arm around his chest easing them both down onto their sides.

“Shh I'm going to take care of it.”

He slides another finger in, stretching him, and Akaashi loses the last shred of self consciousness he has. He starts to whine in a voice that barely sounds like himself. “Oh hurry hurry please hurry I need it!”

Bokuto moans into his ear. Every word sounds revrent and amazed, “Akaashi you feel so good just- fuck you have the hottest wettest most- fucking perfect ass.”

A week ago, Akaashi would have rolled his eyes at those words, but now he’is so far gone that Bokuto could probably just use nonsense words and it would rile him up.

The alpha reaches around and starts to touch Akaashi’s cock, “I never thought trying to knock somebody up would be hot but- shit. I want to fill you up-”

Akaashi’s orgasm catches him completely off guard. It's such a relief to finally come. Bokuto takes his hand away from his twitching cock, and Akaashi tries to catch his breath as they lay spooned together.

“Did you like that?” Bokuto asks, “The dirty talk stuff?” It's an honest question without any hint of mockery.

Bokuto nuzzles his hair and Akaashi nearly purrs. The alpha sighs, “God, I can smell how ripe you are right now. I could probably just sneeze and- ah never mind.”

Something halfway resembling a witty remark manages to find its way out, “Bokuto San that's not how reproduction works-” He yelps, losing the rest of what he was going to say, as Bokuto smooths a hand up his chest. His nipples are tender and the light touch is borderline painful.

Bokuto freezes, “Sorry!”

“No it's good just, not too rough there.”

Bokuto's touches stay light, and Akaashi bites down on his lower lip. He shivers, the simulation is feeling better and better.

Bokuto’s caresses slow down considerably, “Akaashi, you're ahh...leaking?”

Akaashi feels a momentary sense of surprise at the wetness glistening on Bokuto’s fingers. He manages to find a grain of embarrassment somewhere. Lactating. Of course he's lactating. “It’s normal, just-”

Bokuto pinches the sensitive skin and Akaashi writhes. He hasn't been knotted yet and his arousal is escalating back up to a boil. He ruts back against the alpha's groin. Bokuto is hard. Akaashi fumbles with the zipper until Bokuto bats his hand away, getting rid of the offending article himself. He slips a hand behind Akaashi’s knee and draws it upward.

Akaashi can feel himself spread open and he starts panting in anticipation. Every inch of his body is working to display his willingness to mate.

Bokuto is hesitating again. “Are you sure about this?”

Akaashi slams his fist into the mattress, “If you don't hurry up and fuck me I'm calling Kuroo!”

Bokuto growls, “Like hell you are!”

Akaashi wails at the top of his lungs as Bokuto presses inside. Finally, finally, finally.

Bokuto's teeth nip along the back of his neck, “You didn’t call him. You called me. You wanted me. You want my knot.”

“Oh yes.”

Bokuto smells so good- young, healthy, strong, virile.

It turns Akaashi aggressive. He hisses, digging his nails into the sheets. Bokuto hits the ball of nerves deep inside of him and he twists his head. His teeth find the line of Bokuto’s jaw and he bites, not bothering to be gentle.

Bokuto snarls and thrusts harder.

Akaashi’s voice isn’t high pitched anymore; it’s low and demanding.

“Koutarou. Koutarou I need it. I need your knot.” He can tell Bokuto’s close. “I can’t come until you do, and I need to come.” He moans long and low, "I need you. I need you to fuck a pup into me-”

“Oh god Keiji,” Bokuto’s hand splays across his lower belly.

The Alpha’s orgasm hits him hard. He bites down on the place where Akaashi’s neck and shoulder meet, hips jerking forward. Akaashi can feel the first hot spurts of come inside as the Alpha’s knot swells, plugging his hole and binding their bodies together.

The pressure sends Akaashi reeling. He howls and his whole body shakes, a sweet spasm starting in his hips and radiating outward. His orgasm comes like a lightning strike - overwhelming and strong, then rapidly gone.

The next thing he knows, Akaashi is limp as a cooked noodle. His fingers and toes twitch slightly, but aside from that he doesn’t think he could move. His breath comes heavy, like he’s just finished a set on the volleyball court.

Bokuto is peering down at him, tired but obviously curious as well. “Ah… Did it work?”

Akaashi laughs haltingly between his gasping breaths. “Who knows. We should go a few more times. To make sure.”

Bokuto’s palm is still warm on his belly, but the alpha fidgets.

Akaashi tilts his head back to meet his eyes. “I’ve always planned on having children.” Bokuto blinks, seemingly unsure of how to respond. “It seems like something you should know. It’s happening sooner than I had expected but-”

It must be what Bokuto needs to hear, because the alpha’s chest rumbles with a purr and he leans forward to nuzzle the spot where he’d bitten down.

“So. Of all the alpha’s you know-”


“You pick me to father your pup?” Bokuto is unmistakably proud of himself.

“You live nearby. And your genes are acceptable.”


The omega smirks, unable to stop himself from teasing. “Bokuto-san, please be quiet. We need to rest.”

He has to bite his lower lip to keep himself from laughing at the Alpha’s affronted gasp.

oikawa/kageyama/iwaizumi, double penetration (potentially dubcon?)

(Anonymous) 2016-01-05 06:05 pm (UTC)(link)

that's it.
that's the prompt.

(but really: kageyama spread open by oikawa's cock and dripping fingers and it's very filthy and iwaizumi shouldn't be this turned on because it feels like it should be a bad idea, but oikawa has always been the worst/best at dragging iwaizumi into every one of his bad ideas, and kageyama has always... had stars in his eyes... about both his senpai...)

FILL: oikawa/kageyama/iwaizumi, (pre) double penetration

(Anonymous) 2016-01-10 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
Number: 4

“You feel so good, Tobio-chan.” Oikawa pants, thrusting hard into Kageyama’s ass. Kageyama’s legs are spread and pulled up against his chest and Iwaizumi’s hands are slowly carding through his hair.

Kageyama doesn’t think he can speak, but when he tries all that comes out is an undignified moan. Oikawa looks so in charge, so powerful as he pushes hard into Kageyama while jerking him off and it’s all Kageyama can do to hold his own legs out of the way.

Oikawa looks up, not stopping his thrusts to make eye contact with Iwaizumi. “You need to feel this, Iwa-chan, and he wants you too, don’t you, Tobio-chan.”

Kageyama nods, and when he does he can feel where Iwaizumi’s fingers snag in his hair. He does want him, he’s wanted them both for years and he’s so incredibly overwhelmed with the feeling that right now he has them. And he can have them both.

Iwaizumi doesn’t answer Oikawa’s question, but his fingers move from Kageyama’s hair down the side of his face, cupping the bottom of his chin until he pulls it up, lifting Kageyama to look back at him.

Kageyama has a question in his eyes, Oikawa’s question reflected back: does Iwaizumi want him?

“Do you want me?” Iwaizumi asks, and he sounds shy and for a second Kageyama is confused, thinking that Iwaizumi had asked the wrong question. “Answer me, Kageyama.”

“Yea-of course.” He stutters, as if the answer was obvious, it should have been obvious. Oikawa fucks him slowly through the exchange, not touching his dick, but even so the stimulation almost feels like too much and Kageyama can hardly comprehend anything except Iwaizumi smiling a little, as if to himself, and letting go of his chin.

Kageyama looks back at Oikawa and he looks a smug, a smirk on his face and his hands tighten on Kageyama’s hips. “Told you, Tobio-chan, we want this almost as much as you do. And you want it bad.”

Kageyama nods and whimpers.

“You want both of us together?” Oikawa asks and Kageyama almost nods again before he thinks about it. Together? How would that work?

“How?” He asks instead and Oikawa laughs before pulling all the way out. Kageyama whimpers again and tries to let go of his legs to reach for Oikawa. Iwaizumi’s hand on his shin stops him.

“You’re so tight, but I think we can both fit inside.” Oikawa says, and he licks up two of his fingers before shoving them in Kageyama’s ass. It’s not tight after Oikawa’s already fucked him open but he’s sliding his fingers around, tugging at the rim with his fingertips and sliding around in the remaining lube in such a way that Kageyama feels filthy.

“Sit up.” Oikawa says, still moving his fingers in and out, and Kageyama leans up on his elbows the best he can while Iwaizumi scoots in behind him. He can feel the heat from Iwaizumi’s broad chest against his back, and he shivers when he feels the already wet tip of his dick against his lower back.

When Iwaizumi slides into him it’s not so different than when Oikawa was fucking him, but he can feel Iwaizumi’s groan vibrating through his chest.

“Fuck him too, Iwa-chan, I want him begging for me.” Oikawa says rubbing the lube from his fingers across Kageyama’s chest.

Kenhina, just pure filth

(Anonymous) 2016-01-06 07:04 pm (UTC)(link)
theres only 9 explicit work of my fave ship in ao3 and i have a deficiency of it.

bonus if kenma is the one being fucked
add bonus if kenma cries

Daisuga Omegaverse

(Anonymous) 2016-01-07 12:22 am (UTC)(link)
Suga going into heat during a match and Daichi literally leaving the game to go knot him somewhere private.

Bonus if you include other alpha's noticing and Daichi being posessive bc of that

kagehina omo/ pee drinking

(Anonymous) 2016-01-07 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)
where are all my pissfuckers at, here's a gross one for you: how about Hinata REALLY having to go on the bus, he's squirming and whining and his eyes are huge and watery and Kageyama (feeling a combination of pity, irritation, and arousal) gives Hinata his water bottle to relive himself in. Hinata fills up Kageyama's water bottle and they swap so he can empty it out when they get there. They arrive and Kageyama swaps them back without Hinata noticing, goes to the bathroom, drinks it while it's still warm, and jerks off.

whether or not Hinata finds out about the second swap/catches Kageyama in the act is up to anon

Acts of Desperation (Kageyama/Hinata, watersports)

(Anonymous) 2016-01-19 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
a/n: this is filthy and i'm sorry. i hope it lives up to OP's expectations. they're second years in this btw.

The practice match in Sendai had been arduous for Kageyama; he'd probably never pushed himself as hard. Which was saying a lot, given how hard he was on himself on a regular basis. As much as he told himself it was in the name of training, of improving and getting to his goal, the truth was that Kageyama didn’t want anyone saying that getting into a relationship made him go soft.

If anything, having a boyfriend only pissed him off: case in point, said boyfriend was sitting beside Kageyama on the bus back to Karasuno, squirming and generally being annoying.

“I’m trying to sleep,” Kageyama huffed, not opening his eyes, when Hinata's elbow bumped his arm for the third time. “What’s wrong?”

Hinata whined pathetically, and Kageyama cracked an eye open in spite of himself. He was clutching his gut tightly, and there was sweat visible on his brow. Concern made Kageyama sit up in his seat.

“Don’t puke on me,” he demanded. Hinata scowled a little, but he was also weirdly flushed.

“I’m not gonna puke. I just really need to use the bathroom.”

Kageyama blinked as he considered this, but then merely rolled his eyes. “You're sixteen. Please tell me you can hold it.”

Hinata gave his boyfriend a death glare, and leaned away from him, shifting closer to the window without a word. Kageyama sighed irritatedly, and was ready to turn away and leave Hinata to his own devices. But the bus hit a bump in the road, and he heard his boyfriend yelp miserably. When Kageyama looked again, Hinata had his thighs clamped shut, and he was shifting his weight from hip to hip.

He was ready to make a comment about how Hinata deserved this for letting himself be carried away with Tanaka-san after the practice match, when they competed to see who could finish their water bottles fastest, but paused when he noticed the tears that were clinging to Hinata's eyelashes. He looked... pathetic, Kageyama realized belatedly, with ruddy cheeks and a slight whistle in his breathing because he was biting his lip. It dawned on him slowly that Hinata was probably feeling humiliated, and even the most well-deserved comments about how the situation was his fault would be making things worse.

Kageyama could feel the gears in his mind shifting away from the problem itself and to a solution. Coach Ukai was driving, and he was in a foul mood because of the traffic; it was unlikely that he could be convinced to stop wherever the next bathroom was going to be. Even if that was a possibility, they were still stuck in traffic on the road with no guarantee that the next appropriate stop was close enough that Hinata could hold on long enough to make it.

So the solution had to be something that was already on the bus. Kageyama scanned the seats around them, noting gratefully (and somewhat enviously) that Tsukishima and Yamaguchi both were already sleeping. His gaze fell onto the water bottle in Kinoshita's hand, three rows in front of them, and an answer clicked in his mind.

“Just go in your bottle,” he said under his breath, not looking at Hinata as he did so. He didn't particularly like the things that Hinata's desperate, humiliated expression did to his body. “Then dump it when we get off the bus.”

“My water bottle is already full,” Hinata whimpered softly. “I refilled it before we left, just in case I got thirsty.”

Kageyama stared at his boyfriend fully, too annoyed by the irony of the situation to care how alluring Hinata looked. “I always knew you were a dumbass! Why didn't you go before we left?”

“S-shut up!” Hinata hissed, elbowing Kageyama in the side so he didn't have to move his hands. They were now gripping his crotch so firmly, Kageyama worried he'd end up castrating himself somehow. “It's not like I wanted this to happen!”

Hinata blinked and tears rolled down his cheeks, which severly dampened the impact of his glare. Kageyama's heart tightened with pity once again, and he tore his eyes away from his pathetic (beautiful) boyfriend to reach for his own water bottle. After swiging the last gulp of it down, he passed the bottle to Hinata with a furrow he could feel in his brow.


When Kageyama was able to look down, Hinata was eyeing his gesture warily; that lasted for all of a second before the bus hit another bump, and he snatched the offering with a groan.

“Don't look,” Hinata pled, his voice thick. He was already unscrewing the bottle's cap with shaking hands, his thighs rolling back and forth against each other sensually. Kageyama couldn't take any more, and was grateful for the command to focus on.

“Didn't want to,” he huffed, realizing right then that it was an absolute lie. Which gave him something terrible to think about as he shut his eyes and leaned forward, resting his forehead on the vinyl back of the seat in front of them. He didn't like Hinata's desperation, per se, but he really liked the way it made him look, glassy and wet and swollen. His eyes were bigger when they were full of tears. His hands at his crotch were practically a beacon.

Kageyama had his eyes shut tight, but he could still hear; not the sounds of the actual pissing (fortunately), but only because there was the much more immediate, present sound of Hinata's breathy, whistling sigh of relief. Kageyama could almost feel the tension melting out of his own body, with the noise Hinata was making. When their shoulders brushed, Kageyama realized that he was far from relaxed.

He didn't open his eyes until Hinata nudged him intentionally, with a softly murmured, “...Thanks.”

“Don't mention it,” Kageyama responded quickly. Even though his rational mind was opposed, he couldn't help but look at Hinata now. He saw his composure, the sure, if not slightly sheepish, smile on his face. Hinata looked like an idiot again, but somehow Kageyama didn't feel at ease seeing order was restored.

Ten minutes later found Hinata sleeping against the bus window as if the incident had never happened, and Kageyama had probably never hated him more. He was still thinking about Hinata pissing, imagining what it would have sounded like if he'd had his ear to the bottle, when the steady stream of liquid hit the empty plastic. The offending bottle was sticking out of the top of Hinata's gym bag, on the ground between his knees, taunting Kageyama with its bright color. Despite his better judgement, he found himself reaching for it.

It was still warm. The observation that should have been revolting made a shudder go down Kageyama's spine. He was holding a bottle of Hinata's piss, and it was warm, obviously, because it had just come out of him. Hinata had been desperate, and embarrassed, and he did it. He let go, with Kageyama right next to him, and what did that say about how much he must trust him, anyways?

Kageyama felt dizzy and disgusting with all of the thoughts in his head, especially the dirtiest, most insidious, and frustratingly also the most prominent thought of all: 'I want to feel this on me.'

It was fucked up, so absolutely fucked up, but Kageyama couldn't help but slide the used bottle back into his own bag, snug in his gym clothes in a pathetic attempt to trap whatever warmth it had there until they made it back to Karasuno. He zipped his bag up, and then Hinata's for good measure.

By the time they actually got back to Karasuno, Kageyama was so keyed up he didn't even wait to wake Hinata up before grabbing his stuff and leaving the bus; he knew that Yachi or one of their senpai would get to it, anyways. Maybe even Tadeka-sensei. He didn't have the space left in his mind to care.

He rushed for the bathroom closest to the gym, and shut the door behind him. His heart was racing the way it did after an hour of cardio, and his fingers were shaking again as he dug around in his gym bag for the bottle. It frustrated Kageyama, who never had anything less than perfect control over his hands even in the most stressful situations. When he finally did grab hold of the bottle, he swore in relief and felt himself sliding down against the bathroom's wall, his legs starting to give out under him. Without any more hesitation, he used his free hand to tug his shorts and boxers down in one fell swoop, kicked them off around his sneakers, across the dirty floor.

The bottle was still blessedly warm, though not the way it'd been the hour before when it had just been filled. Kageyama licked his dry lips as he pulled open the sports cap nozzle, swallowed hard as he raised his shirt just enough to be out of the way. He tilted the bottle downward, shuddered out a deep exhale, and squeezed: Hinata's piss hit his pelvis, and slid down over his half-hard cock.

It was warm where it touched his skin, but cooled as it ran down his bare thighs. Kageyama moaned in spite of himself. His eyes fell shut and his mind supplied the image of Hinata, sweaty and flushed, leaning over him. Of Hinata, pissing on him.

He moaned again. When Kageyama found the fortitude to open his eyes again, Hinata was not there, and the bottle was nearly empty. He stopped letting the fluid slide down his body, and felt the itchy chill of the pee drying on his skin. Kageyama's tongue was thick in his mouth, and it made a new thought take the forefront of his mind.

The bottle had a sports top cap, in order to facilitate one-handed drinking on the court. Kageyama licked his dry lips, to no real avail, and lifted the bottle to his mouth. He was most assuredly going to hate himself after this, but Kageyama knew he'd probably hate himself more if this question wasn't answered once it sprouted, if he let it continue to torture him.

His free hand itched its way down his torso, rubbed at the sticky head of his cock. Kageyama shuddered, and pressed the top of the bottle between his lips. He tilted the bottle up slowly, relished in the moment that the first drop of liquid landed on his tongue--

And then proceeded to choke on his own spit when a heavy hand knocked on the door.

“Kageyama?” Hinata called, rapping repeatedly on the door with his fist. “Are you in there? Are you okay? The guys said you ran right to the bathroom... Are you coughing? Did you puke?!”

Kageyama threw the bottle across the room. He forced himself up onto his quavering legs, and went over to the sink to rinse his body off as well as possible in just a few seconds. Grabbing his abandoned clothes, he arranged himself so that his flagging erection was hidden, and then splashed his red face with water for good measure.

“'m fine,” he grunted in the direction the door, allowing Hinata to make whatever assumptions he wanted to. With one last glance in the mirror to make sure the words “nasty pervert” somehow didn't tattoo themselves on his forehead, Kageyama rolled back his shoulders and went to open the door.

Hinata looked up at him, his face bright with concern. “What's wrong with you?” He asked, not unkindly. “You never run off like that! And... um, the bottle was missing, too... Were you that disgusted?”

“I went to dump it out,” Kageyama said, training his voice to be as plain as possible. “Before anyone else caught on.”

“So you were disgusted,” Hinata huffed. “ I bet that's why you went and puked, too. You didn't have to do that...”

“Don't.” Kageyama snapped suddenly. “Just... don't. Don't feel bad. It's over.”

Hinata fiddled with the hem of his team jacket. “F-fine. But, um... thanks. You kind of saved me.”

When they got outside, the cold air felt like a whip against Kageyama's wet thighs, and he bit on his lip.

“Hinata,” he said seriously. “Don't mention it.”


so like i think this might be the first fic i don't de-anon? unless you guys really like it and want it some place you can bookmark it. so you've gotta let me know what you think!

Re: Acts of Desperation (Kageyama/Hinata, watersports)

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Re: Acts of Desperation (Kageyama/Hinata, watersports)

(Anonymous) - 2016-01-22 06:50 (UTC) - Expand
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Cockslut Tsukishima

[personal profile] yugiohrox 2016-01-09 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
I just need anyone but Yamaguchi getting Tsukishima's full attention.

+Bonus for him servicing multiple people
++Extra bonus if Kuroo and Oikawa are there getting some

Alpha!Oikawa/Omega!Iwaizumi - A/B/O + In-Heat + Knotting

(Anonymous) 2016-01-10 06:59 pm (UTC)(link)
BECAUSE OMEGAVERSE IS A MUST - also we need Alpha!Oikawa & Omega!Iwa fics. Basically just Omega!Iwaizumi who suddenly goes into heat during one of their practices and he smells so good, everyone just stops what they're doing. Cue Alpha!Oikawa feeling immensely protective/possessive towards his mate -coughs- best friend and he just goes up to poor sweating Iwa-chan and claims him right in front of everyone. Or any other plot works fine as well as long as it's Oiiwa!

ushijima/iwaizumi - size kink + rough sex + spanking

(Anonymous) 2016-01-10 07:06 pm (UTC)(link)
so iwaizumi has a thing for buff guys who can hold him down and fuck him hard.

+ bonus if ushijima is well endowed
++ ushi manhandles iwa into positions
++ iwaizumi mouthing off and ushijima spanks him to keep him quiet

Re: ushijima/iwaizumi - size kink + rough sex + spanking

(Anonymous) 2016-01-18 06:41 am (UTC)(link)
+1000000 please oh my god

Akaashi/Iwaizumi, anything

(Anonymous) 2016-01-15 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
Akaashi has a thing for buff aces and Iwaizumi has a thing for pretty setters.

Go as wild as you want!! This is such a rarepair I can't afford being picky haha


(Anonymous) 2016-01-19 03:59 am (UTC)(link)

Kindaichi comes down with a serious long-term, life-endangering illness or suffers an injury just as bad. His partner if he has one or or ends up with one struggles to deal, and all the regulars on the team are affected and they either to be supportive or whatever reaction the author think they'd have to someone possibly dying (No actual character dealth though please)

No ships necessary but the filler of prompt can pair anyone they want ;) !

tsukishima/trans!yamaguchi, eating out

(Anonymous) 2016-01-23 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
I just really want a tsukkiyama where transboy yamaguchi often goes down on tsukishima but is scared of letting him return the favour.
lots of body worshipping coming from tsukishima who finally gets his treat

Re: tsukishima/trans!yamaguchi, eating out

(Anonymous) 2016-01-28 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
seconded, absolutely

Suga/Daichi, A/B/O verse

(Anonymous) 2016-01-25 11:41 pm (UTC)(link)
I noticed that it's really common to have Daichi as an Alpha and Suga as an Omega... but about the reverse: Alpha Suga and Omega Daichi.

Re: Suga/Daichi, A/B/O verse

(Anonymous) 2016-01-25 11:43 pm (UTC)(link)
My fic plate is super full rn but I am ON this as soon as it clears, anon!!

Aone/Hinata, first times, cowgirl position

(Anonymous) 2016-01-28 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
could someone please write some aone/hinata smut about their first time? it'd be great if there was a lot of kissing and hinata rides cowgirl, details about aone's hands, being very gentle and loving, etc,
would be great if aone didn't talk, but whatever your prefs are is fine
i can't write porn and there's no aone/hinata stuff i could find so i figured i'd ask here :(

Bokuto/Akaashi - Mpreg + Lactation

(Anonymous) 2016-01-31 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
Akaashi is x months pregnant and Bokuto finds out he's started lactating with a nipple around his mouth and is very enthusiastic about it and always wants more and more.
Basically I just want Bokuto whining "aKAAAAAAAASSSSsssshiiiii" because his tits are out of milk and he wants more and Akaashi is spent and very sore but he can't deny him.

i apologize for being filthy and sick but i'm not really sorry i just really really want this.

Re: Bokuto/Akaashi - Mpreg + Lactation

(Anonymous) 2016-09-13 11:32 am (UTC)(link)
OMG you're not filthy at allllllll I want this so bad S E C O N D E D

OiIwa, Bondage,

(Anonymous) 2016-02-01 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
Iwaizumi tied down and Oikawa having the time of his life teasing him until he can make poor Iwaizumi beg. Toys and the such are optional but Oikawa has to be the one running this show.

Daisuga langerie

(Anonymous) 2016-02-01 12:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Suga dresses in langerie and buys a vibrator, waits for Daichi to come home and gets fucked so hard he can't remember his own name.

+ if he cries with pleasure
++ if multiple positions
+++ if he has that slutty smile while coming.

Re: Daisuga langerie

(Anonymous) 2016-02-02 09:14 pm (UTC)(link)

anyone or everyone/Akaashi, pissing

(Anonymous) 2016-02-07 05:49 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't care who, it can be anyone, randoms I'm not picky. Just as long as there are multiple guys and Akaashi ends up soaked.

Re: anyone or everyone/Akaashi, pissing

(Anonymous) 2016-04-14 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
SECONDED! (I vote Bokuto, Kuroo, and Tsukishima)

daichi/terushima, anything

(Anonymous) 2016-02-17 09:32 pm (UTC)(link)
there's no nsfw for this pairing on ao3, so i really don't have a preference of kinks or anything. just fuck me up with porn of them please
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FILL: adult diversion (1/1)

[personal profile] keelise 2016-04-17 09:16 am (UTC)(link)
this was supposed to be porn but mostly ended up a fluffy hand job... but if you ever have a more specific prompt then let me know at my tumblr and i'll fill it with some more porny porn haha!
cross posted to ao3


Terushima is nothing less than energy. Such a statement could be said about Hinata too, but Daichi finds that Terushima’s energy manifests differently. It isn’t optimism that spurns him forwards, instead driven by a certainty of his place in the world. Terushima acts and then reflects; he explodes with movements and sounds before crashing into contemplation far too late for it to make a difference. The man is a walking oxymoron in Daichi’s eyes, always enthusiastically casual. There’s something about that combination that draws him in, annoyed by the lack of control but captivated all the same. The younger man seems to infiltrate his sense of order, sweeping Daichi along until the man has a chance to ground himself. In all honesty, he doesn’t mind that side to him. It’s nice to have a personality that contrasts against his own and Daichi is no stranger to keeping up with verbal battles.

Daichi isn’t oblivious to the other aspects of his personality either. There are moments where Terushima is eerily quiet as he positions himself to just observe whatever his mind has fixated itself on. Although Daichi thinks that modesty is integral, he also thinks lying is abhorrent. There would be no way to pretend he doesn’t notice that Terushima is always studying him, as if Daichi is some great enigma with endless mysteries to discover. Daichi is very much aware of the fact he is a simple man with honest ways, but Terushima’s insistence on always searching for more is flattering. If anything, Daichi finds that it’s probably the other way around. Their personalities are so different that he could never truly understand all these intricacies and habits that make up his boyfriend. He tries to memorise them instead, learning the behaviours that lead up to his spikes in energy and then how to coax him back out into an equilibrium again.

Patience has always been part of his being, able to exert it at length when it’s truly needed. Terushima can try to wrap him up in a faster pace, but Daichi has become skilled at removing himself from the pressure of an opponent. He sets his own pace, ignoring the childish insults that seem to slip from Terushima as easy as breathing does. One hand supports the younger man’s jawline, allowing Daichi to press soft kisses to the other side. The other pushes back through his hair, somewhat amused by the single piece hanging down. Gel doesn’t hold up well against sweat and fingers, softening each strand until they begin to dip over his forehead as well. He’s far less intimidating this way, or at least he would be, if Daichi thought that of him in the first place. Terushima doesn’t even find it within him to complain, too busy soaking up all the attention that Daichi is giving him as if the man has been ignoring him for weeks. In reality it’s been less than a day.

It doesn’t take long before they’re kissing, starting with playful touches until they both demand more. The younger man has lost all his bite by now, kissing without sloppiness of a forced bravado. Terushima may be a good captain, but Daichi is better and he’s had far more experience with calming limitless energy—although certainly not with the same techniques he’s using now. With Terushima’s attention captivated elsewhere, Daichi’s hand slips under the man’s shirt and down his stomach. It’s not as toned as his own, but he enjoys the lithe form and is never anything less than amazed by it. Terushima’s breathing is starting to falter more quickly than Daichi’s, fingers gripping into the older man’s forearm with anticipation. He’s always obvious about his needs, which is probably what broke down all of Daichi’s insecurities about sex.

His hand eventually dips lower, playfully nipping Terushima’s lips as the man gasps. Daichi can tell that his boyfriend is already hard, face flushed and struggling to keep up with Daichi’s mouth. He hisses into it as Daichi finally touches him, touch slow and light. He lets his fingers keep dragging at a reduced pace, contrasting how heavy their kissing has become. Daichi is more than accustomed to the feel of Terushima’s piercing running over his own tongue, small noises of his own joining the younger man’s. He can feel the man leaning into him more insistently, trying to take more than Daichi is providing. If there’s one thing Daichi prides himself on, it’s being very good at pleasing others whether they be teammates or lovers. His touch is firmer now, not quite ready to give Terushima everything he wants but offering enough for the man to be happy enough with it for a few moments.

The blonde’s arms are shaking where he’s straining to keep himself sat upright, hips rocking into Daichi as if he can’t get close enough. The thundering, startling noises that usually come out during practice are instead replaced with soft moans and stuttering breaths. The power of such adoration is almost overwhelming to Daichi, wondering if anyone has ever experienced this side of his boyfriend. He also wonders if it’s worth getting the man’s clothes messy again, always feeling bad for not being more considerate. He pauses in his movements to decided what to do, although it’s instantly interrupted by Terushima.

“Stop stopping,” Terushima tries to demand, but his words lack breath or force—if anything, it sounds more akin to whining. Daichi can’t really say that whining is anything new here, but the context is appreciated far more.

“It’s being gentle,” he corrects, a smile playing on his lips again. The fact he’s only actually stopped once since starting isn’t mentioned, already used to the drama that comes along with his boyfriend.

“Then stop doing that,” he huffs back, but Daichi can feel how Terushima shivers under his touch regardless. He’s sure that becoming rougher or faster isn’t really what his boyfriend wants, considering how often he demands affection and validation. He simply hums in return, returning to his steady pace as he busies himself with the younger man’s neck. Daichi had always thought himself too shy and moral for love bites, but time has proved his former self wrong and he has no qualms with marking now. He supposes that he enjoys the aftermath more, where Terushima attempts to be covert and embarrassed about the marks before giving up and just showing off to anyone who will listen—unfortunately, he has a whole team who seem to do just that. Even then, Daichi is once again flattered by how much Terushima wants to talk about him; he’s never been the center of attention, but somehow there is this whole new world that seems to revolve around him.

Such thoughts seem to distract him again, Terushima’s nail scraping down his back in mild discontent that he’s slowing down. Daichi presses a kiss to his jawline, an apology of sorts, before continuing again. He moves with purpose now, breath stuttering with each moan that falls from his boyfriend. He can tell that he’s close, fingers pulling him closer and closer until Daichi can feel every inch of heat radiating off of Terushima. He murmurs praise against his neck, observations of how gorgeous he is among other things. That seems to be what does it for Terushima, finishing over his clothes just as Daichi had anticipated. He mutters an apology when he realises, but it’s cut off with a soft kiss from his boyfriend.

“It’s not the end of the world y’know,” the blonde tuts affectionately, pulling his shirt off and all-but spiking it across the room. Daichi watches it fly with a mixture of amusement and concern for whatever it’s going to land on, looking back at Terushima with a frown. The man smirks in return, his hand snaking to the bottom of Daichi’s shirt as if he has something to prove and return. Perhaps, Daichi smirks back, it won’t be the end of the world for him either.

Tsukishima Brothers/Yamaguchi Tadashi, Body Worship (threesome, incest)

(Anonymous) 2016-02-18 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
I'm very invested in the fact that Akiteru and Yamaguchi use their first names when referring to each other and just their overall relationship with Tsukishima. I'd love for Yamaguchi to be the one teased but honestly any of the three would work in any way!!

Re: Tsukishima Brothers/Yamaguchi Tadashi, Body Worship (threesome, incest)

(Anonymous) 2016-02-18 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
seconding this!!!

Oikawa/Iwaizumi - bottom iwa

(Anonymous) 2016-02-22 06:31 am (UTC)(link)
Iwaizumi's parent(s) leave for a trip (business, vacay, whatevs) but he has to be left home alone.

Oikawa comes over when the parent(s) leave and the parent A (preferably mom) says "now, don't break anything boys" while looking at oiks.

but being teenage boys they don't heed much to the warning and with high sexual drives, the boys do the do quite a bit during the time span the parents are gone. Sooo they eventually get too carried away and end up breaking a bed. More specifically, iwaizumi's bed.

whether the parent A gets upset is up to you, but they knew the two were up to some nasty (probs kinky too) shit when they were gone. B/c its not like the two boys hadn't done anything before and walls aren't soundproof y'know?

+iwa begging oiks to go harder which he does and leads to the eventual destruction
++iwa catching the look at oikawa and turning red
+++oikawa on his knees as he apologizes for breaking the bed (as iwa is dying of embarrassment in the background)

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