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the worst thing about trying to decide to read a fic:

-horrible writing.

-the summary is good but the story is written in a different language or is badly written.

-opening it to find no spaces between the paragraphs.

-both your otp and notp is tagged and you have no clue if you want to take a risk or not.

-tagged major character death and you start sweating.

-hasn’t been updated in 80 years but the summary is on point and their the best fucking writer ever.

-you start reading only to find that the person updates every ten years and you just happened to catch them on a day they finally updated.

-you find a writer and check them out, only to find out they mostly write about your notp - and of course they always update, have perfect writing and have stories that are epic.

-stories with so many fucking tags, you just shake your head and move on.

-the “i suck at summaries please check it out still” and you just, pause because it has your otp and you debate whether or not to take the risk.

-you find a pairing you never considered before and think holy shit, that could be hot and spend all day hunting through the tag.

-you ship a pairing so fucking hard, only to find like two fics and you start weeping.

-when you find a perfect story only to check the tags and see some weird shit that disgusts you and you scream why.

-a fic with good writing and summary but it’s so short or is only fan-art.

-a crossover fic where you have both of your fandoms but don’t have both of otps, just one.

-one shots that are so good you wish they were longer.

-when your notp is tagged but it’s labeled as a past relationship or says your otp is endgame, and you have to go through the notp’s awkward breakup in order for your otp to happen.

-when someone doesn’t tag properly and a plot twist hits you and you want to cry.

-you finally find a great fic that has been updated and the last update says writes block, personal issues- can’t do this, asks for co-writer, discontinues it or says lol i hate how this is turning out, deleting.

-when a writer as twenty stories to update and you cry because you like all of them and you have to wait.

-when you remember a story from like five years ago and you search for it, only to find it’s been deleted or can’t seem to find it anywhere.

-when a writer gives you an update schedule and you’re excited because they follow it but then they start missing it and you just…

-when a writer deletes a story and rewrites the same story but you like the original better.

-when your reading a story about a rare pairing that interests and your otp hate each other or just friends and it’s just so weird to read.

-when one half of your otp is in another relationship and the other half shows up with someone else and then you remember, right i’m not reading a story about my otp so i can’t get mad.

-when your otp is popular but it’s not as popular as another ship in the fandom and you hate how the other ship as so much more stories than your ship.

-when you try to read an ot3 relationship because it has two characters you love but the other character is usually from your notp and you hate when your notp share moments.

-when you beg an author (usually one where they aren’t in the fandom really) to write more stories about your otp and they say maybe and it never happens.

-when the writer literally shits on your favorite character and you can’t go through it anymore.

-when your otp isn’t the main pairing and you don’t really care about the other pairings in the story and skip to your otp parts.

-when a story has a million words and it’s so good and you know that you will spend all day and night reading it until your eyes hurt.

-when a story have 200 parts to it and you lose all hope after a while because the story is dragging.

-when your otp is going through something and so many stories are filled with angst, fluff and hurt that it makes you cry because yup, i need to read about my pain for my otp.

-when the writer refuses to write the smut you been waiting for and your otp is stuck in unresolved tension mode forever.

-when the writer unexpected changes the story’s events and you are disappointed by the direction.

-when you find a great au and the characters are so out of character… it makes you sad.

-when you open a fic only to find you hate the point of view and you scream.

-when you request a prompt and the author writes it but you are disappointed and just smile through the pain.

-when you have such a good idea in your head and you try to write it but it’s so bad that you delete it and cry, hoping someone else writes the brilliant idea that you had.

-when you don’t ship something anymore but see a great plot and you click the story and take a deep breath - because shit is about to go down.

-when you reading a great story but get distracted and skip some parts, shit goes down in between and then you think fuck, and have to start over.

-when it’s tagged “slow burn” and you say i can do this and it’s chapter 30 and my ship still hate each other like what.

-when the author says this is their first time writing smut and you think on god they better do this right - only to find out they writing eight pages on your otp making love. like yes.

-when the smut is so rushed or improper you feel cheated and log off because done. like so done.

-when it’s tagged “everyone lives” and your eyes water because that’s all you ever wanted in life.

-when the author leaves a cliffhanger and says in the author’s note “lol sorry about the cliffhanger, i’ll update soon”. you ain’t sorry, stop lying.

-when you see that the story is complete and do a happy dance, only to realize that it ended badly or the sequel/series hasn’t been updated.

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someone.

anyone.

link me to the original twitter post of this, ive been searching for YEARS

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This is the final side story in An Invincible Love! Our goal for this one was “over the top” …… I feel like we did a pretty good job XD

‘Hinata is, of course, very vocal when he dreams. Right now, though, the noises he’s making are… distracting. More distracting than usual, that is.

He tosses in bed, a small crease between his eyebrows, and little pants and gasps keep leaving him, breathless sounds, high and soft and undoubtedly needy.

When he unleashes a tiny, choked sob, and a quiet, “Ka-Kageyama…”, Kageyama gives up on pretending to ignore it.’

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There’s no plot. Just porn.

Read here on AO3!

Rating: Explicit Relationships: Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation, Aged-Up Character(s), Canon Universe

RC’s art for this fic is… truly something else XD [NSFW] 

Art by @reallycorking​. Words by me. Our collab blog is @essiecorking​!

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Untucking by novocaine_sea

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou

Chapters: 4/?

Tags: Drag Queens, Daycare teacher Bokuto, Alcohol, Sexual Humor, Single Parent Akaashi, Child Tobio, Side IwaSuga, Possible OiKuro, Slow Burn, Eventual Smut

Summary:

Akaashi Keiji is a drag queen who tries to maintain his privacy as he best he can in order to protect his four year old son, Tobio, from the life he lives at night. He’s done a pretty good job with this until one night he seductively lip syncs on stage to a man in the crowd, a man who he will discover is his son’s new daycare teacher. Bokuto Koutarou immediately flips Akaashi’s world upside down and it becomes a lot harder to protect himself and his son from prying eyes.

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Their Thing

Pairing: KageHina Summary: Hinata starts questioning the reason he kept doing their Lucky Charm all this time.

Note: Hi again! This one is a little silly if I say so myself, but given that we aren’t posting a lot of things recently it’s better to nothing. I hope you like it :D

He doesn’t remember exactly who they were playing against the first time he did it. The only remnants of that memory are the way Kageyama’s cheeks burned with embarrassment, and the big scowl following it.

That made his heart skip a bit, and from then on only fueled Shouyou’s whim.

So, since that moment, if for some reason Kageyama’s eyes landed on his while he was benched, he would raise his hands and shape a heart with them, grin as big as he could manage.

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Hinata squirms, kicking his heels against the carpeted floor of the waiting room. He really shouldn’t even be here; it’s not like he’s dying or anything. And it’s really none of Kenma’s business how many times a day he pees!

He’s his roommate, not his mom – why the hell is he even paying attention to that.

“Pervert…” he mutters to himself.

The old woman across from him suddenly looks up from her book. She winks at him.

He looks away quickly, cheeks aflame.

“Hinata? Hinata Shouyou?”

Oh thank god.

Hinata jumps up at the call of his name and follows the nurse to the exam room. 

“So what brings you in today?” She asks, fitting Hinata with the blood pressure cuff after he hops up on the table.

“Um…,” he mumbles, “I guess I pee too much.”

The nurse smiles. She’s cute – small and blonde. Not exactly his type, but—

What? He knows when girls are cute!

“Alright,” she says over the sound of the velcro as she rips the cuff off, still with a smile, “the doctor will be in shortly.”

“Thank you,” he replies, looking around the small room while the door clicks shut. The walls are blue. The table he’s sitting on is blue. The counter with a box of extra-large gloves sitting on it is blue. The gloves are fucking blue.

Hinata feels… contrast-y.

He could be doing literally anything else with his time right now. It’s the summer, for Christ sake! He’s got things to do, balls to spike, gardening to…

Okay he doesn’t garden, but if he did—

He startles at a knock at the door.

“Y-yes! Come in!”

There’s a pause, and then:

“I was planning on it,” a deep voice rumbles as the door swings open.

And there, absently shutting the door while staring down at Hinata’s chart, is the most attractive man Hinata has ever seen.

He swallows.

And when eyes finally raise to his, Hinata decides that blue is his new favorite color.

Hinata has to consciously snap his mouth shut to hide his awe.

The doctor’s long white coat seems to accentuate his height – his long legs, primarily – and Hinata can see the way his t-shirt stretches slightly over his well-formed chest through the part in it.

“Wh-where—“ Hinata rasps out. His face burns and he clears his throat, trying again: “Where’s Dr. Ukai?”

“Oh, he retired a few months ago,” the doctor says, bored, carefully slipping Hinata’s chart in a slot on the door, “I’m Dr. Kageyama. Call me Tobio.”

“Sho—H-Hinata,” Hinata stutters, kicking himself. “I’m Hinata… Shouyou.”

The doctor gives him a blank stare, and when he steps forward, Hinata instinctively leans backwards, eyes wide. “Yeah. I know,” Tobio replies.

And something in his answer gives Hinata pause. Aren’t doctors supposed to be friendly? He thinks to himself. He frowns. “Nice to meet you,” he presses.

But the doctor just hums some uninterested agreement, stepping forward once more and reaching a hand into his breast pocket. “What brings you in?” He asks flatly, fishing out a pen-light and clicking it on, flashing it into Hinata’s eyes.

“Ah—um,” Hinata blinks. Jesus, is it this guy’s first day? “I… isn’t it in my chart?”

Dr. Friendly just hums again, replacing the light into his pocket.

“So then—“ Hinata’s breath catches when the doctor steps forward fucking closer, almost between Hinata’s legs and raises two… very large, very nice, well-manicured hands up towards him. The doctor stills, fingers inches from his face.

“What?”  

Hinata looks rapidly from hand to hand, lips parted. “U-um… shouldn’t you be wearing gloves?”

And Tobio drops his hands, quirking a brow. “Are you dirty?”

“What!” Hinata gasps, affronted as hell. “No!”

“Well then,” he raises his hands again, and for the first time, Hinata can see the flicker of a smile tugging at the very corner of his lips. It’s gone in a second. “Gloves aren’t necessary for this.”

As soon as cool fingertips graze his throat, Hinata shivers. He screws his eyes shut – he can’t help it – while Tobio prods softly at… whatever in his neck.

“Are you cold?”

“N-no,” Hinata says quietly. He hates the fact he knows the doctor can feel the thick swallow beneath his gentle hands.

And when they finally pull away, Hinata releases the breath he’d been holding and cracks his eyes.

Tobio is looking at him funny, scowling almost, if Hinata didn’t know any better, but he unloops the stethoscope from around his neck and places a hand on Hinata’s shoulder. “Breathe normally,” he says, pressing the thingy to Hinata’s back.

Hinata forgets how to do that.

But it doesn’t seem to matter, because Tobio just segues into asking him to take a few deep breaths; the way his exhales shudder out of him makes his already hot face feel like it’s on fire, and he would like very much to casually drop dead.

“Alright,” Tobio mumbles, replacing the stethoscope around his neck, “lie back.”

Hinata wets his lips and swallows, slowly reclining.

Once on his back, he stares up at the ceiling, absolutely mortified. And really, he doesn’t know why. He doesn’t know what’s wrong with him, or why he’s suddenly so hypersensitive. Yeah… Dr. Grumpy is hot as hell… and yeah… it’s been a while since he’s gotten laid… or, well, since he’s even been touched by anyone.

But fuck, it isn’t like he’s some hormonal teenager anymore, those days have long since passed, and it’s not like he’s not around attractive people all the time (not this attractive, but still) he’s a fucking professional athlete! Everyone in his life is hotter than average – they are pretty much required to be…

But STILL—

Hinata stiffens, pulling in a sharp breath when Tobio rucks his shirt up, but then—

“Ah!”

He yelps at the first press of fingers firm against his stomach.

Again, Tobio stills.

Mortified doesn’t come close to it anymore.

But when Hinata dares slide his eyes over to the doctor, he’s met again with that little quirk of a smile.

“Ticklish?”

Hinata claps his hands over his eyes and lets loose an audible whimper of embarrassment. 

“No,” he eventually grinds out. He keeps his hands firmly in place while Tobio finishes whatever it is he’s doing. It shouldn’t feel good – it doesn’t feel good, but, fuck, it does feel good.

It feels so good.

He silently mourns the loss when Tobio pulls away.

“So,” Dr. Kageyama says as Hinata sits up – his whole body feels hot, tingly with embarrassment and… a few other things. He chews nervously on his lip, watching the way those hands slip the chart out of the slot again, the way long fingers grip the pen while they scrawl some note, and the way ocean-blue eyes flit around the page. But then they’re looking at him again, a brow above quirking expectantly.

“What?” Hinata asks, shaking his head quickly.

“I asked you how often you’ve been urinating.”

“Oh um…” he rubs the back of his neck nervously, eyes pulling to the ceiling. “Like ten times a day? Maybe?”

“Mmhm,” Tobio replies, tossing the chart onto the counter, leaning back onto it and crossing his arms.

For some reason, this makes Hinata bristle.

Am I bothering you? He wants to ask, but doesn’t.

“What color is it?”

“What!?” Hinata squawks.

Tobio sighs, uncrosses his arms and rubs his hands down his face in a display of clear exasperation.

“The color, dumbass.”

The casual insult hits Hinata like a brick to the stomach; his mouth falls open, a noise or something rattling around in his throat before he finds his voice.

“Excuse me!?”

“When you pee,” the doctor speaks slowly, patronizing, “what color comes out?”

Hinata is absolutely aghast. He blinks dumbly, silent for what seems like several minutes.

“I don’t know!” He finally cries, throwing his hands up. “Pee color!? Yellow? Sometimes!?”

“Now we’re getting somewhere,” Dr. Dickface smirks. “Do you drink a lot of water?”

“Of course I do!” Hinata balls his fists atop his thighs, seething. “I play volleyball for eight hours a day, I have to or else I’ll die!”

And Tobio jerks, immediately standing up a little straighter – his eyes widening.  “You play—o-oh. I… I see,” he says, looking away and rubbing at his chin in contemplation. He flicks his eyes back up, and they suddenly seem a bit softer. But his gaze pulls away quickly and he reaches back for his chart, flipping it open before scanning the sheet. “And you’re…”

Hinata watches angrily as Tobio’s eyes widen even further.

“…you’re twenty-seven? Seriously?”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“You’re…” Tobio blinks at Hinata, face blank when he tosses the chart back onto the desk, “short.”

“And you’re a dick!” Hinata snaps back. He’s wondering why he’s still sitting on the table. He doesn’t need this shit! This isn’t how doctors are supposed to behave towards their patients!

But to Hinata’s immense surprise, Tobio dissolves into the first genuine smile he’s seen from the man, and Hinata literally jolts backwards, placing his hand over his chest, and when the doctor breathes out a laugh, Hinata’s stomach flips over. But then he shakes himself, forcing a scowl before jumping off the table.

“If you’re just going to insult me, then I’ll gladly take my pee-business elsewhere—“

“Okay okay, I’m sorry,” Tobio says with a wave of a perfect hand. “It’s just that not many people of your… stature play volleyball.”

Hinata pauses. “Wait,” he says, “do you play volleyball, too?”

The doctor nods, he looks off to the side fondly. “I played all throughout college. I still play a bit when I can, but… you know,” he gestures vaguely around the room. “Work.”

“Oh,” Hinata says, the anger slowly receding. He doesn’t really know what else to say.

“Anyway,” Tobio waves a hand again. “You’re probably just overhydrating, but just to be sure,” he turns, then, snagging two gloves from the box beside him, “I’m going to check your prostate.”

It takes Hinata a moment to understand what was just said; he watches Tobio slip on the gloves.

“You’re… you’re what now?”

“Prostate exam,” Tobio replies, turning back towards him.

“I uh… wait—“ Hinata’s heart leaps up into his throat, his pulse skyrocketing. “A-are you sure that’s necessary?” He asks, backing into the table.

But Tobio just shrugs, oblivious to Hinata’s distress as he slides open a drawer beneath the counter. “Pretty standard procedure for the symptoms you’re describing.”

Hinata’s mouth feels dry; his breath starts to quicken as he watches the hottest man in the world uncap a fucking bottle of lube.

“H-hold on a second,” Hinata rasps, “I’ve—I mean—“

“It will only take a second, and it’s not as bad as most people think,” Tobio explains, drizzling thick, clear liquid over his gloved fingers… his long, strong, perfectly proportioned—

“That’s not! Ah—um!” Hinata stammers, desperately looking for some kind of escape – some trap door or magic curtain or hole—

Oh god no, not a hole.

“Settle down, dumbass, it’s not going to hurt—“

“I know it’s not going to hurt! That’s the—why do you keep calling me that!” Hinata stomps his foot while Tobio rolls his fingers together, presumably warming the lube.

Hinata tries really fucking hard not to appreciate the consideration.

“Just trying to lighten the mood,” the man says with a smirk. “I need you to drop your pants and bend over the table.”

This isn’t happening. There’s no way this is happening.

But somehow, shaking fingers fumble at the button of his shorts anyway, and Hinata finds himself willingly turning around, red-faced and trembling as he lowers his shorts… then his underwear.

He’s breathing heavily when he drops his head onto his forearms, feeling embarrassed and vulnerable and he can feel the other man move up behind him—

“Move forward a little,” Tobio says quietly, placing his un-lubed hand at the base of Hinata’s back. The pressure of it makes his breath jar, and Hinata obeys, slowly sliding forward and whining out a pitiful little sound.

“You’re okay,” the doctor says. Oh, cool, now his bedside manner comes through. Hinata nods the best he can, wrapping his head up in his arms and groaning.

“Now—“ Tobio draws his hand back to Hinata’s hip, and Hinata can’t manage to suppress the shudder. But then the warmth of the hand is gone – it’s oddly sudden. And Tobio doesn’t say anything else for a long moment.

Oh god, what? Hinata thinks.

“Oh god, what?” He mumbles into the table.

“Um…” Tobio clears his throat, “what position do you play?”

Hinata’s head shoots up. “What!?”

“Volleyball,” Tobio says. “What position?”

Hinata drops his head back down. Is it possible to mentally conjure an aneurysm?

“Middle blocker,” he grumbles.

“Ah,” the doctor says softly, “makes sense.”

“What makes sense?” Hinata rolls his head to the side to speak at something other than the sweat-damp bench paper beneath him.

“You… look like you do a lot of jumping.” Hinata can hear the smile in the doctor’s thick, quiet, rumbling voice. And suddenly there’s a hand on his hip again. “I need you to move forward just a little more—okay, that’s it, now—“

“NNgh!” A throaty, gasp of a noise shakes out of him when his hardening cock grazes against the cool table, his whole body twitching beneath Tobio’s palm.

“Um… are you okay?”

Hinata claps his hands hard over his mouth, his shuddering chest pressed hard against the table, shaking him with every gasp of breath. He nods frantically.

“Are you sure?” Tobio’s voice seems so dangerously close to him, his hand solid and comforting at his hip.

Hinata draws in a shaky breath and nods again, eyes screwing shut.

“Okay,” that deep voice breathes, “just cock your hips for me—“

“Wait! Wait, stop!” Hinata pleads, unable to take it anymore. “Just wait!”

“Now what?”

“I… I uh…” Hinata’s brain whirls around every possible excuse, “I have to go to the bathroom!”

“You have to pee?“

“N-no! I uh… the other one!”

“Oh,” Tobio says, pulling away completely. “Alright.”

Hinata breathes the biggest sigh of relief when he hears the gloves snapping off. He bends down and tugs his pants back up inhumanly fast while the doctor is busy tossing his gloves in the waste bin. He pulls his t-shirt down as far as possible in the front when Tobio turns back around.

“Third door on your right,” he says, pointing, a small smirk curling slowly onto his lips.

Hinata throws open the door and runs past him with a mumbled thank you, right past the bathroom and through the door of the reception area. Once the door clicks behind him he leans his hands down on his knees, gasping raggedly for breath. Ge grabs at his racing heart.

What the fuck, he thinks, what the actual fuck.

“Can I…”

His head shoots up at the hesitant voice. And he realizes he’s in a room full of people – patients still waiting to see their doctors.

“Can I help you?” The voice peeps again, and he whips around to see the cute nurse from before seated at the reception desk

He hunches his shoulders, doing his best to avoid the scrutiny of his fellow patients as he approaches the window.

“I um…” he says quietly, avoiding the girl’s kind, worried eyes, “I would like to request another doctor.”

“Oh! Um, alright… is everything…”

“Is there a… a female doctor I could see?”

The nurse blinks. “She’s… yes, but she’s on vacation… I can make an appointment for next week?”

“Yes… yes please,” Hinata looks at his feet.

He jumps a little when the girl leans up into the window, voice hushed,

“I know Dr. Kageyama can be a little scary, but really he’s—“

“He’s an asshole,” Hinata hisses through his teeth, cheeks hot.

And surprisingly, the nurse sits back in her chair, blatantly hiding a smile behind her hand. “Okay sir,” she says, looking back at her computer and click-clacking at the keys. “I’m putting you in with Dr. Kiyoko next week. Same time?”

Hinata nods sheepishly.

He snatches his appointment card and makes to high-tail it out of the office…

Until he hears a sharp throat-clear from behind him. He freezes, blood ice-cold as he turns.

And there is Dr. Kageyama, leaned against the doorway, coat gone, with his arms crossed over his solid chest. His lips quirk up at the side and he twiddles the fingers of one hand in Hinata’s direction.

Hinata squeaks like a baby animal, and then he turns on his heel and flees.

Looking for pt. 2? You’re in luck! Cause I wrote it :D Here!

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Thank you for the best October so far! I'm gonna miss kinktober definitely but looking forward to many wonderful things coming from you. And I know you've already spoiled us a LOT, but huhuhuhuhu an epilogue wouldn't hurt, like in grey's pov or something, just a day with our babies hhhhuhhh *hic* and oh I love you!

aleijfasef thank you so much

8:59 am i am awake9:01 am i can’t wait to see my HUMANS!!!9:03 am have stuck tongue in big human’s mouth now he is awake too9:04 am big human seems displeased*

*note to self: results have not varied since last tongue-in-mouth endeavor

9:30 am small human is awake for CUDDLING9:32 am small human is always at big human’s house now and i approve9:35 am humans cuddling each other now. both naked. i will come back later10:47 am STILL???11:12 am have been let out to pee. nearly FOOD TIME11:14 am have barked at two birds. good day already11:30 am foodfoodfoodfoodfoodfood12:00 pm big human has forgiven me. is now open to idea of belly rubs1:14 pm big human willingly lets small human put tongue in his mouth!!!1:15 pm i tried again, no luck1:16 pm this is injustice1:24 pm …i suppose scratching will make up for it2:15 pm small human doesn’t mind tongue in mouth so much2:27 pm small human trying to kiss big human after kissing me2:29 pm not going so well for him but amusing to watch2:34 pm the humans are naked once more2:42 pm get tired just watching them tbh. going to take a nap3:51 pm i am awake3:54 pm we are going on a WALK!!!!!!4:03 pm this is the best walk ever4:07 pm there are TREES?!!! i love trees4:17 pm my humans were stopped by a group of other happy humans4:19 pm lots of writing on paper for my humans while other humans scream?4:22 pm many bright lights when my humans kissed. much excitement4:23 pm cannot blame them. my humans are very cute4:24 pm maybe even cuter than me…???4:25 pm JK i am the cutest big human tells me so all the TIME4:29 pm have thought about it and can conclude i love big human4:31 pm have thought further and can conclude i love small human, also4:34 pm beginning to suspect small and big human love each other as well5:37 pm post walk belly rubs! i really do love these humans a lot6:30 pm humans have turned on the flat square that glows6:32 pm NOBODY PANIC but my humans are INSIDE THE FLAT SQUARE6:33 pm I’M PANICKING6:34 pm they are also in the living room with me but W H A T6:36 pm barked for 2 minutes, big human has asked me to stop6:37 pm BUT HOW CAN I WHEN HE IS ALSO IN THE SQUARE6:38 pm GIVE ME BACK MY HUMANS YOU MALEVOLENT GLOWY BEAST6:39 pm w h a t   i s   r  e   a   l6:44 pm ohhh. flat square humans are not my humans. 6:45 pm they are different versions of my humans. but they cannot pet me6:46 pm they are different, inferior versions of my humans6:47 pm small human is hugging me now and Everything Is Fine6:48 pm (i love him)7:01 pm foodfoodfoodfoodfoodfoodfood7:03 pm big human also makes food for small human7:05 pm small human seems to like this very much7:06 pm can understand. i like when they make food for me, too7:47 pm small human seemed to like it a LOT though…7:59 pm a lot8:14 pm so much time spent naked together i do not understand8:17 pm doing that on the kitchen table seems hazardous8:18 pm but what do i know i’m just a dog8:21 pm this is the perfect opportunity to steal big human’s side of the bed8:32 pm sleep time is now

Goodnight, Grey!

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<a href="http://archiveofourown.org/works/11652117"><strong>If I'm Being Honest....</strong></a> (22712 words) by <a href="http://archiveofourown.org/users/I_dont_know_man"><strong>I_dont_know_man</strong></a><br />Chapters: 5/?<br />Fandom: <a href="http://archiveofourown.org/tags/%E5%83%95%E3%81%AE%E3%83%92%E3%83%BC%E3%83%AD%E3%83%BC%E3%82%A2%E3%82%AB%E3%83%87%E3%83%9F%E3%82%A2%20%7C%20Boku%20no%20Hero%20Academia%20%7C%20My%20Hero%20Academia">僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia</a><br />Rating: Teen And Up Audiences<br />Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply<br />Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku & Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou<br />Characters: Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku, Asui Tsuyu, Uraraka Ochako, Ashido Mina, Kaminari Denki, Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki, Tokoyami Fumikage, Aoyama Yuuga, Yaoyorozu Momo, Jirou Kyouka, Ojiro Mashirao, Sero Hanta, pretty much all of class 1 A, as it should be - Character, Iida Tenya, Hagakure Tooru<br />Additional Tags: Humor, truth telling shenanigans - oh my!, tododeku - Freeform, bakushima, theyre in third year, cussing - of course, bakugo is in this after all, Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Socially awkward Todoroki, embarrassed af Todoroki, poor poor todoroki, midoriya is the sun itself, if you like humor and fluff and gay shit then this is for you, UST, Pining, Fluff and Humor, canonverse, McDonalds runs, jesus this is a lot of tags, gratuitous Twitter references<br />Summary: <p></p><blockquote>

<p>Midoriya scrunched up his nose in confusion. “Uh, Shouto, why are you glaring at me like that?”</p>

<p>“I-” Todoroki began to lie, until nausea slammed him like a door to any room that Bakugou entered. “I--” Todoroki grit his teeth, and glared daggers into the wall behind Midoriya. <i>Goodbye, friendship.</i> It had been absolutely divine while it lasted. “Because you’re very attractive.”<br /></p>

</blockquote><br />They say honesty is the best policy, but it sure as hell had a knack for Todoroki making a complete and utter fool of himself.<p>In which Todoroki is placed under a mysterious truth-telling quirk and suffers, Uraraka laughs at him, Midoriya is confused but smitten nonetheless, and Twitter is the thirstiest site on the planet.<br /></p>

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A Very KageHi Kinktober - 2017!

HIYO friends! It’s Kinktober time again, so here’s a list of my planned prompts:

1. Aphrodisiacs [Apex/space AU] 2. Forniphilia (Human Furniture) [Pornstar AU] 3. Public [Modern Art AU] 4. Knife Play [Zombie AU] 5. Body Swap 6. Bonds [Mage AU] 7. Crossdressing [Wasteland/post-apoc AU] 8. FREE DAY 9. Lingerie [Office/executive AU] 10. Praise  11. Orgasm Denial [Yakuza AU] 12. Tentacles [Apex/space AU] 13. FREE DAY 14. Role Reversal [Kingdom of Crows] 15. Lap Dance [Whole Milk/prostitute!Kageyama AU] 16. Masks [Kingdom of Crows] 17. FREE DAY 18. FREE DAY 19. Olphactophilia (Scent) [Hunger/omegaverse] 20. Pain Play [Kkumri’s Judo AU] 21. Shower/Bath [Incubus!Hinata AU] 22. Collaring 23. FREE DAY 24. Exhibitionism/Voyeurism 25. FREE DAY 26. Mirror Sex 27. Branding 28. FREE DAY 29. Dacryphilia (Crying) 30. Costume 31. Any combo of the above

This is a pretty rough plan, and I’ll update with links and any changes as I go along. My “free days” I may skip, or just write whatever I feel like (not necessarily NSFW)! 

My 2016 Kagehina Kinktober fics can all be read on AO3.

And the full 2017 prompt list can be found here! Here we goooo~

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KageHina Kinktober Masterpost

Link (+ AU if applicable)

1. Spanking 2. Dirty talk [Wild West] 3. Public [Office] 4. Bukakke [Pornstar] 5. Humiliation 6. Size Difference [Omegaverse] 7. Creampie [Fruit] 8. Latex/Leather [Stripper] 9. Asphyxiation [Street Racing] 10. Edgeplay [Yakuza] 11. Sadism/Masochism 12. Master/Slave [Concubine] 13. Medical Play 14. Sensory Deprivation [Incubus]  15. Sounding 16. Waxplay [Candlemaker] 17. Blood/Gore [Zombies] 18. Daddy [Pirate] 19. Prostitution [Prostitute Kageyama] 20. Pet Play [Prostitute Kageyama] 21. Double Penetration 22. Glory Hole 23. Shibari [Modern Art] 24. Exhibitionism/Voyeurism [Modern Art] 25. Boot worship [Pirate] 26. Shotgunning [420] 27. Branding [Mage] 28. Xenophilia 29. The Prompt Formerly Known as Watersports [Vampire] 30. Toys 31. Any combo of the above [Movie Star]

My AO3 collection for these stories can be found here!

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Thank you for the best October so far! I'm gonna miss kinktober definitely but looking forward to many wonderful things coming from you. And I know you've already spoiled us a LOT, but huhuhuhuhu an epilogue wouldn't hurt, like in grey's pov or something, just a day with our babies hhhhuhhh *hic* and oh I love you!

aleijfasef thank you so much

8:59 am i am awake9:01 am i can’t wait to see my HUMANS!!!9:03 am have stuck tongue in big human’s mouth now he is awake too9:04 am big human seems displeased*

*note to self: results have not varied since last tongue-in-mouth endeavor

9:30 am small human is awake for CUDDLING9:32 am small human is always at big human’s house now and i approve9:35 am humans cuddling each other now. both naked. i will come back later10:47 am STILL???11:12 am have been let out to pee. nearly FOOD TIME11:14 am have barked at two birds. good day already11:30 am foodfoodfoodfoodfoodfood12:00 pm big human has forgiven me. is now open to idea of belly rubs1:14 pm big human willingly lets small human put tongue in his mouth!!!1:15 pm i tried again, no luck1:16 pm this is injustice1:24 pm …i suppose scratching will make up for it2:15 pm small human doesn’t mind tongue in mouth so much2:27 pm small human trying to kiss big human after kissing me2:29 pm not going so well for him but amusing to watch2:34 pm the humans are naked once more2:42 pm get tired just watching them tbh. going to take a nap3:51 pm i am awake3:54 pm we are going on a WALK!!!!!!4:03 pm this is the best walk ever4:07 pm there are TREES?!!! i love trees4:17 pm my humans were stopped by a group of other happy humans4:19 pm lots of writing on paper for my humans while other humans scream?4:22 pm many bright lights when my humans kissed. much excitement4:23 pm cannot blame them. my humans are very cute4:24 pm maybe even cuter than me…???4:25 pm JK i am the cutest big human tells me so all the TIME4:29 pm have thought about it and can conclude i love big human4:31 pm have thought further and can conclude i love small human, also4:34 pm beginning to suspect small and big human love each other as well5:37 pm post walk belly rubs! i really do love these humans a lot6:30 pm humans have turned on the flat square that glows6:32 pm NOBODY PANIC but my humans are INSIDE THE FLAT SQUARE6:33 pm I’M PANICKING6:34 pm they are also in the living room with me but W H A T6:36 pm barked for 2 minutes, big human has asked me to stop6:37 pm BUT HOW CAN I WHEN HE IS ALSO IN THE SQUARE6:38 pm GIVE ME BACK MY HUMANS YOU MALEVOLENT GLOWY BEAST6:39 pm w h a t   i s   r  e   a   l6:44 pm ohhh. flat square humans are not my humans. 6:45 pm they are different versions of my humans. but they cannot pet me6:46 pm they are different, inferior versions of my humans6:47 pm small human is hugging me now and Everything Is Fine6:48 pm (i love him)7:01 pm foodfoodfoodfoodfoodfoodfood7:03 pm big human also makes food for small human7:05 pm small human seems to like this very much7:06 pm can understand. i like when they make food for me, too7:47 pm small human seemed to like it a LOT though…7:59 pm a lot8:14 pm so much time spent naked together i do not understand8:17 pm doing that on the kitchen table seems hazardous8:18 pm but what do i know i’m just a dog8:21 pm this is the perfect opportunity to steal big human’s side of the bed8:32 pm sleep time is now

Goodnight, Grey!

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If you're still taking prompts: getting high/drunk together for the first time? I see hinata wanting to try it, but only with someone he trusts 100% ;) (mutual pining/make out sessions optional lol)

(☆▽☆) I actually just hit a… certain number of followers a few days ago and was contemplating writing high!KageHina in celebration of it

look at this wonderful excuse you’ve given me

Hinata is spinning. 

The room is smoky and hazy and warm, but he’s somewhere else. He is spinning, spinning, fluttering, floating, waving like a single thread broken into a million other smaller threads that all come together to form a daisy chain of smiley faces and fulfilled dreams. He is one with the universe, just as he is the universe. 

Amazing.

“Kageyama…” he says softly. He doesn’t want to disturb the universe’s peace.

“Hmm?” a voice murmurs into his hair. 

Oh, Kageyama is behind him. Also oh, he’s sitting in Kageyama’s lap. How’d that happen? How’d he get there? Hinata doesn’t know. It’s fine, though, this is good, he likes this. Kageyama is so great.

“What if…” he says, because Kageyama is so great, and Hinata wants to share every thought he’s ever had with him, ever, like, forever. He can’t remember the thoughts he had from when he was a baby, and this is sad, because now he can’t tell Kageyama about them, but he doesn’t want to be sad. So he voices his happy thoughts. “What if we… are like… volleyball?” 

“We are like volleyball?” Kageyama repeats. And then again, reverently, “We are like volleyball. Tell me more.” 

“The court,” Hinata expands, “is life.”

Kageyama makes a noise. “But ball is already life.”

Hinata shakes his head. He turns, so he can look Kageyama in his eyes, his blue, blue eyes. God, his eyes are so gorgeous. Pretty red, right now, but why has he never told Kageyama this? Okay, he’s gonna. But first, he has to make Kageyama understand.

“They’re both life,” he says. Kageyama’s eyes go wide and he drops his forehead to Hinata’s, nodding fervently. Good, he gets it, Hinata knew he’d get it, because it’s Kageyama. But Hinata’s not done yet, no, he’s not even close, here it comes: “Because they, like us, are everything.”

He makes an explosion noise, holding his hands out wide. Kageyama looks awed. 

But suddenly, his face crumbles.

“What?” Hinata asks, alarm rising through him now. No, why is his angel sad? “What, what, what, what, what, what–”

“If they’re everything,” Kageyama says, miserably, “does that mean other people are volleyball, too?” 

“No,” Hinata says, and then, “Maybe? I don’t know?”

“Can I tell you something?” Kageyama whispers. “A secret.”

Hinata nods. Kageyama can tell him anything. He maybe says this out loud. 

“I don’t want other people to be volleyball,” Kageyama tells him, looking guilty even as he says it. “Only us. Just you and me. I wanna be volleyball with you, but no one else.” 

“That’s not fair, Kageyama,” Hinata says, reaching out to hold Kageyama’s face in his hands, lovingly. “We have to let other people be volleyball. That’s why volleyball is the best.”

“But–”

“You and me, though,” Hinata says, squirming around to face him fully (he likes it here, in Kageyama’s lap, why isn’t he always in it?), “we have special volleyball. We have our own.”

“I don’t want you to be other people’s everything,” Kageyama says, his blue eyes sad. “You’re my everything.”

Hinata feels the universe come to a grinding halt around him, as though someone just put the brakes on a merry-go-round that he was standing right in the center of. He stares at Kageyama. Because he’s right, Kageyama is right, Hinata doesn’t want to be everyone else’s either. 

But he is volleyball, and volleyball is everything, and everything belongs to everyone, and so–

He starts crying.

“Nooo,” Kageyama says. 

“I–” Hinata is overwhelmed. “I don’t want to be other people’s everything either. I just–I just want–” 

Kageyama kisses him. He tastes kind of smoky. He tastes really nice. Is this what Kageyama tastes like? Pork, beef, Kageyama. Hinata giggles into his mouth, which is nicer than crying. Kageyama is good at making him stop crying, sometimes, when he really needs it. When Kageyama pulls away, they blink at each other a lot. 

“Don’t cry,” Kageyama says, belatedly.

Hinata nods. “I don’t feel like anybody else’s. Only yours.” 

“Everyone can have volleyball,” Kageyama concedes. “But not you.”

This is acceptable, Hinata decides. And actually pretty gracious, considering it’s Kageyama. 

“I’m so hungry,” Hinata says. And then, because he’s already telling Kageyama things he feels, “I really like you.” 

“Me, too,” Kageyama says. Hinata isn’t sure if he means he’s hungry, or he likes Hinata, but either is good. 

He leans against Kageyama’s chest and Kageyama puts his arms around him and gives him a really good hug. Hinata is so happy. The universe is a great place.

Sitting at the other end of the couch from them, Tanaka and Noya glance at each other. 

“Do you think they remember we’re here?” Noya wonders.

Tanaka blows smoke through his nose, responds sagely, “Does the universe stoop to acknowledge an existence as lowly as ours?” 

“Senpai, can we get meat buns?!” Hinata chirps.

Noya laughs loudly. “It does when it’s hungry.”

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Remember when Hinata and Kageyama called each other “Tobi” and “Shou” and we all died

The first time they meet—in middle school, in a hallway next to the bathroom of the gymnasium—they don’t know each others’ names.

And they don’t learn them, not even after two quick games where neither of them really wins anything.

Not the King of the Court, who still can’t sense the widening rift between him and the team on his side of the net, because he’s too focused—on the game, on his tosses, on the other side’s smallest player, the one with so much wasted potential. So he thinks.

And the Small Giant hopeful, he doesn’t have enough time. Not time enough to stay on the court he’d always dreamed of, nor to learn the name of the one blocking his path.

They don’t understand one another. They move on.

They come back together.

Not by choice… when they see each other again at Karasuno, there is no feeling of kinship, only irritation. But the captains have the roster, and their names, and so they are finally introduced.

They really can’t stand each other.

Kageyama is dumb and oblivious, and wildly reassured of his own abilities. He has yet to learn that there are multiple people on a team for a reason. He’s a bastard, Hinata says, he’s my rival.

Hinata is less oblivious but just as dumb, and has no idea what to do with a volleyball, which puts an expression of permanent constipation on Kageyama’s face. Hinata wants to do everything right now. He’s a dumbass, Kageyama says, I won’t ever toss to him.

Then he does.

They remain rivals, but become partners, too.

They discover, much to their shock, that it’s occasionally very difficult not to become friends with the one person who knows them best.

It takes three years of high school for them to crumble and admit it during one incredibly embarrassing conversation shortly before Nationals that they will never tell anyone about, ever. They’re both fairly sure no one they know has ever had to make a dramatic friendship confession and would not understand. Really, this is why they are friends.

But in the interim, changes become a necessity. After spending so much time at the Hinata household, it becomes natural for Kageyama to call Shouyou by his first name… just because the alternative is confusing both him and his sister whenever Kageyama wants to talk to one of them. That’s the only reason.

And Hinata finds himself strangely obsessed with the way Kageyama’s ears and the back of his neck turn very pink when Hinata calls him by his first name, so he just keeps doing it, after the first time. Eventually, Kageyama gets used to it, and the blushing and stumbling over all his words for several minutes stops; but the fact that he is used to it becomes kind of nice, too. Only Hinata calls him Tobio.

Only Hinata has ever tried to hold Kageyama’s hand and kiss him on the walk home from school in their third year (and succeeded).

They are friends, plus a little bit more.

Sometimes a little bit more becomes a lot.

Being on the same side of the net becomes being on the same side, always, even when they fight. Even when they make each other angry. Being rivals aiming for the world stage becomes a long journey in each others’ company. And being invincible becomes being in…

…bed together as late as possible on sleepy mornings when they don’t have practice, or aren’t traveling with the national team. Hinata always ends up taking up most of the space in the bed despite being so much smaller, unless he’s wrapped every possible limb around Kageyama, who has learned to accept his fate.

Sometimes, there is Hinata’s nose and then entire face smashed between Kageyama’s shoulder blades, rubbing insistently until Kageyama finally mumbles, “Shou… Shou, five more minutes…”

“I’m starving.”

“I’m sleeping.”

Hinata hugs him from behind, fingers splayed under Kageyama’s shirt over his chest and stomach. Kageyama is fairly sure he’s copping a feel.

“Tobi…” Hinata whines plaintively, and Kageyama’s perpetually low reserves of “resisting Shouyou” willpower evaporate. “Make me breakfast?”

The names they call each other may have gotten shorter over the years, but it seems a good exchange, for this life they have together.

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Mind Reader (40800 words) by jopling Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: Haikyuu!! Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru Characters: Iwaizumi Hajime, Oikawa Tooru, side mentions of other Haikyuu characters Summary:

After Iwaizumi is knocked out by a volleyball to the face, he discovers he can now see what people are thinking.

Alternatively: Iwaizumi can now read minds but he still can’t pick up on Oikawa’s feelings for him.

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Juice (3048 words) by Silverfishy Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Haikyuu!! Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Azumane Asahi/Nishinoya Yuu Characters: Azumane Asahi, Nishinoya Yuu Additional Tags: Alpha Azumane Asahi, Omega Nishinoya Yuu, Pushy Bottoms, Dirty Talk, Topping from the Bottom, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics Summary:

"You think I'd fuck just any alpha?" Yuu growls, pushing the track pants and Asahi's boxers down together as the older boy lifts his hips obligingly, obediently. "I want you. "

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Caught by your linen eyes, let them fool

This is for the lovely and incomparable @inbetweenwars, who, when they heard that I’ve been too sick to work and couldn’t manage to buy @essiecorking‘s fanbook, ‘an invincible love’, offered to buy me it as a gift. I’ve truly never met another person willing to do something so selfless for somebody they’ve never met, and only to cheer me up and bring happiness that they won’t benefit from, so due to the fact that they will not take payment of any kind, here is a small kagehina fic dedicated to them <333 I feel it’s not enough to convey my endless gratitude and how touched I am by your actions, but nevertheless.

This is the promised third year kagehina, as they discuss the future and finally realise their dumb feelings for one another. I call it ‘fluff without plot’, which translates as FWP, which also sounds like a noise Hinata would make.

2K, teen & up audiences <33

Title from a beautiful song, Colourway by Novo Amor

“How do you think we’ll see each other?” Hinata asks, after he’s taken out the ice lolly from his mouth with a loud, sloppily satisfying slurp.

Kageyama turns his head on the grass, his own lollipop freezing in mid-air as he frowns over at Hinata. “What do you mean?” He asks. “We’re seeing each other right now, dumbass.”

Hinata tsks in the back of his throat, something he’s taught himself to do in order to appear more authoritative to the first years. “No, bakageyama.” He sighs, long-suffering, as if he’s dealing with another one of the new recruits that Hinata has to teach how to catch a ball. “How do you think we’ll see one another when we’re older?”

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