J and H and Iwaizumi for the smut hc!

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

Iwaizumi is not usually one for public displays of affection, preferring to keep such intimacy behind closed doors. But tonight, she just had to wear that dress. The one falling just above her knee exposing creamy, smooth legs. The one with an open back displaying unblemished skin. Rather than sitting across from her as he usually would, Iwaizumi takes a seat as close to her as possible, body pressed right against hers. Feather light touches trail up from her calf over her knee, his hand rising as high as he dares with them sitting in a restaurant booth.

His other hand wraps around her shoulders, pulling her away from the vinyl bench garnering him access to the flesh of her back which also receives teasing, easy touches.

“Do you have any idea how sexy you look?” he asks low in her ear.

She shakes her head slowly, coy grin on her lips. “Why don’t we get outta here and you show me, Iwaizumi-kun?”

J: Jealous (“Claiming” a partner)

“You should have seen him!” she exclaimed, eyes bright with excitement. “Oikawa-san served almost a perfect set, he was so close to shutting them out all by himself!” Iwaizumi’s brow furrowed listening to her talk. It was true enough that Seijoh’s setter had managed to show an amazing control of the ball and while he should have been proud, the ace couldn’t help but be annoyed. Not only was that set a bit boring for the rest of the team but now his girlfriend was expounding on the gleaming talent of his best friend.

And Oikawa, damn him, was eating it up, a smug smile on his face.

“And then,” she went on, gesturing enthusiastically, “when they did return the volley, he got the spike too! It was amazing!”

The bell ringing signaled the end of lunch, all the students standing to head to the cafeteria exit and their respective classrooms.

“Bye ______-chan, thanks for the exceptional recap today!” called Oikawa as he walked the opposite direction of her and Iwaizumi. Before she could wave, Iwaizumi grabbed her hand, tugging her away and around the corner.

“Hajime-” she complained but further words were swallowed in a heated kiss under the stairs. Iwaizumi grabbed a handful of her hair, roughly holding her head in place as he ravaged her mouth. Knees weakening, she gripped the front of his shirt but Iwaizumi had other ideas. A push against her shoulders landed her against the wall, his mouth latching onto the column of her throat, deep sucks and harsh nips maring her flesh.

“Wha- what’s gotten into you?” she panted, eyes rolling to the back of her head as his hands trailed under the hem of her shirt.

“Just reminding you who you belong to,” he rasped against her skin.

:3 How about D and R for the sweet baby Aone~?

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Another combo, I just wrote out the scene that incorporates both of these.


  • D: Dry Humping (Describe a dry-humping scene)
  • R: Ruttish (Signs that they’re horny)

Aone has been feeling…restless. Long days of class, a part time job and homework has left little time for him to spend with his girlfriend and it’s beginning to take it’s toll on the stoic male. Not usually one for public displays of affection, she’s surprised when he gathers her in his arms for a long hug, lips pressing to hers firmly in view of passers by making their way to evening classes.

“Takanobu?” she asks when they part, dazed a bit by the unexpected ravaging of her lips.

“I need you,” he replies simply.

She smiles up into his face, caressing his cheek and nods. They hurry to her apartment and he all but slams her against the door once it’s closed. The moaning of his name on her lips feels like honey to his soul as he sucks eagerly on her neck. Drawing her closer, he trails backwards, falling onto the couch and pulling her flush against him, her legs astride his hips.

He’s already hard, cock pressed uncomfortably against his pants but he can’t stop grinding up into her. She returns the motion, rotating her hips to get a better angle making his head fall back hard against the back of the couch. “Again,” he pleads, breathless and she moves once more, writing on top of him, hands laced through his hair, lips teasing the flesh of his neck.

He moans appreciation of her attention, hands trailing under her shirt to caress her back while providing support as she continues grinding her now soaking panties against his still clothed cock.

Aone thrusts up, eager for more contact and winces when he feels the bite of his zipper against over sensitized skin. He forces his eyes open, watching her face, brows furrowed in concentration of giving him what he wants and his heart swells with love for her.

He wants to finish properly, to give her release in return but he can’t move, he needs her so bad he can’t even take the time to remove his pants. One last grind of her hips allows him sweet relief and he positively erupts within the confines of his trousers, a guttural groan pulling from his throat. They’re both panting, a light sheen of sweat on their brows as their eyes meet once more.

Suddenly self conscious of what just transpired, Aone looks away, his cheeks dusting pink but she draws him back to her, kissing him gently. “There’s no need to be embarrassed, I’m quite pleased you want me that badly.”

He nods, gathering his strength then her in his arms to walk to the bathroom. A shower is in order, where intends to thank her properly for helping him relax.

could you do the breakfast in bed for their partner with child(ren) with kageyama, tsukishima, and bokuto please? :) I l i v e f o r d o m e s t i c f l u f f

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I LOVED this prompt so much when I first posted it! Ah, memories lmao I’m so useless now! xD Ah well, I’ll try my hardest, sweetie! Domestic shit is what I LIVE for!!! Hopefully this will make up… partially… for what I’m about to do to Tobio in a different request…. – Admin Satori ❤

Oikawa/Kuroo/Akaashi Kageyama/Tsukishima/Bokuto

Kageyama Tobio

Hitomi (Blue eyes) – daughter (2)

It was the sound of pacing that woke you up from your deep sleep, your eyes struggling to open, weighing down from a head cold taking a toll on your body. You could barely move with how sick you were, so you were relying on your husband to take care of you, and your child. And you figured with all his pacing, he was trying to figure out his next steps. But the moment your eyes caught sight of who was doing the soft secondary pacing, you smiled fondly.

Kageyama was pacing the hallway outside the bedroom door, going this way and that as he tried to get everything in his arms to take back to you for your comfort and care. You could see in the dim light of the morning sun peaking through your blinds that his arms were filled with blankets and pillows. And of course, just the sight of that alone was enough to melt your heart, but what really did you in was the little shadow following his exact footsteps.

Your daughter, Hitomi, loved her daddy with all her little heart, and wanted to be exactly like him in everything he did. Her little legs struggled to make the long strides her father was making, but she managed to keep up with him quite well, always being right below his line of sight when he handed her something to carry. Right now, you could just barely see her messy black pigtails over the large pile of pillows in her arms.

Suddenly you sneezed, and Kageyama jumped almost 5 feet in the air in surprise. His deep blue eyes snapped to where you were leaning against your elbow on your bed, and before you could ward him away with the threat of catching your illness, he was right there next to you. His left hand took your free right hand in his and brought it to his lips, and you relished in the sight; he’d been so awkward when the two of you first started dating in high school, your remembered him barely being able to even walk properly if he tried talking to you at the same time. You closed your eyes for a few second, letting out a deep sigh, “What has you so worked up, Tobio? I told you it’s just a small cold… It’ll be gone in a few days.” You assured, pulling your hand from his and cupping his face, stroking your thumb over his cheekbone gently.

He leaned into your touch and closed his eyes, “I know… But… What if it doesn’t?” He asked, his eyebrows furrowing in worry, thinking back to before you graced his life, knowing he’d only lose track of himself like he did back then; focusing only on his condition for volleyball and not really taking care of himself outside of that. You’d shown him he could be someone other than his teams setter, he could be both himself and a key player without having to give one or the other up.

You shook your head, your eyes catching the movement of a shadow at the edge of the bed by Kageyama’s legs. “Tobio, it’s not that serious, sweetheart. I’ve gotten sick before… I was sick when I was pregnant…” You raised an eyebrow at him, “Maybe you’re going to be a father again?” Your suggestion made his eyes widen before looking down at your flat belly.

“S-seriously?” He asked, and you smiled at the quiet excitement in his voice; He’d fallen in love at the sight of your daughter, who he now pulled onto the bed to rest between the two of you. “D… Do you know for sure?” His voice was soft, and you looked over at your bag from the store, you’d gone to get some pregnancy tests just before the illness had incapacitated you, but you hadn’t had the strength to actually take them yet. His eyes followed your line of sight, and his body stiffened, “You were going to check… Why didn’t you tell me?” He turned his eyes back to you, and you shrugged, not really expecting it to be a big issue. You’d checked last time without him. But then, last time you’d found out he’d been away at a game overseas.

“I didn’t want to get you excited…. Just in case it really was just a bug and not something more…” You sighed, reaching up and rubbing your eyes before looking down at your daughter, who was turning her attention to whoever was talking in your conversation. “Hitomi would have to really get used to the idea of a little sibling… She’s crazy about you, Tobio.. I don’t think she’d much care for having to share you attention.” You mused quietly before looking back up at your husband.

Kageyama’s small frown didn’t go unnoticed by you, of course. You remembered how he’d wanted to be by your side throughout everything when it came to your pregnancy with Hitomi, and you knew this ‘maybe baby’ was no different. Kageyama took pride in being a father and husband more than he cared for his national career as Japan’s primary setter!

“Tobio,” His eyes met yours without any barriers, and you could tell he was disappointed you hadn’t come to him first about what you thought was happening, “I love you, Tobio… And I wouldn’t do anything to hurt your feelings… I, honestly, was going to tell you.” You assured quietly, your hand cupping his cheek once again, “Hitomi… Can you give daddy a big hug? Please?” You requested, and Hitomi almost immediately was up on her feet with her little arms wrapping around her father’s neck.

Hitomi only knew a few words, not too many to make much sense, but she was very aware of everyones emotions around her. She buried her little face in her fathers neck and babbled quietly, saying ‘dada’ and ‘papa’ over and over in some places. You knew she didn’t know why her daddy was feeling sad, but she truly believed she could make him feel better with her hugs. The innocence of a child was something that would never cease to amaze you and Kageyama.

Kageyama wrapped his arms around his daughter, pressing his lips to her little ear and smiling when she squealed and pushed away from him suddenly, “Uh-oh! Tickle monster!” You smiled as Hitomi’s blue eyes widened in faux fear and she bounced off the bed, her little legs taking her around the corner of the room and into hers in record time. But he didn’t run after her, knowing she’s get sidetracked by her toys in her playroom. You let out a sigh and laid back down on the bed, closing your eyes when your head hit the pillow; You knew his eyes were on you, and you opened your arms, smiling when you felt him lay his head on your shoulder, one arm wrapping around your middle while the other laid on your belly ever so gently. “…. If I am pregnant…. Do you want it to be a boy or a girl?” You asked curiously, burying your nose into his hair and pressing your lips against his forehead.

“I want it to be healthy…” Kageyama said truthfully, and you nudged him with a small laugh, he smiled as he stared down at his hand on your belly, “_____, I don’t really mind the gender of the baby… As long as they’re healthy.” Your fingers stroked through his hair and you could feel his breathing getting deeper and deeper.

“I think I want a boy… A little clone of you.”

Kageyama was up suddenly, and you stared at him in surprise, not being able to ask him what was wrong before he was out of the room. You sat up, hearing for his movements before letting out a small laugh when you heard Hitomi’s squeal of surprise, then he was back in the room, getting comfortable in your arms again with Hitomi resting between your bodies. You smiled and turned your body to be able to face your beautiful family. Hitomi giggled and reached up, laying her hand on her fathers face and squishing his cheeks, her giggling rising in frequency as your husband made faces while she pushed and squished his cheek. You don’t remember when you fell asleep, again, but you knew the sickness was only starting if you truly were pregnant again. But oh…. How worth it it was when you held that little bundle in your arms for the first time.

Tsukishima Kei

Satoshi (Wise) – son (7)

Hikaru (Radiance) – son (5)

Being the only female in the Tsukishima household gave you some priority. Waking up, alone, but with your breakfast already made and placed beside you, was one of them. You blinked a few times, the smell of the freshly made chocolate waffles with fresh strawberries prompting your stomach to cramp in hunger. But so early in the morning, you didn’t want to do anything but sleep in. You carefully placed the tray on the side table beside the bed before curling up in your blankets and falling back asleep.

“Daddy… Mama didn’t eat her waffles.”

“Shhhh, Hikaru, let mommy sleep.”

A large hand stroked your hair out of your face, but the familiarity of it made you smile softly, feeling the bed dip twice before you felt a small body lay against you, their little head pressed against your chest and hearing how your heart slowly beat a little faster as you came back into the conscious world.

“Good Morning, beautiful.” Your husband whispered, and you gave him a sleepy smile, seeing how he just barely sat on the edge of the bed, his hand still cupping your face ever so softly. If there was one thing Tsukishima loved, it was watching you sleep. As embarrassing as it was, he claimed you never looked more peaceful than when you slept, and just the sight would make him forget whatever argument had taken place that previous day or whenever.

You hummed, “The world must be ending for you to be calling me beautiful so early in the morning.” You teased quietly, turning your head and kissing his palm softly before looking down at who occupied your chest, seeing your youngest son smiling up at you, blinding you with how completely radiant his smile was. “Oh my goodness, who let this ball of sunshine in the room?” You smiled back down at your baby, running your fingers through his short blond hair and letting out a small laugh when his cheeks were tinted with a soft pink.

“Good morning, mama!” Hikaru greeted happily, scurrying up from his place against your chest so he could wrap his arms around your neck, pressing his lips to the tip of your nose.

Tsukishima turned and sat next to you on the bed, letting his hand stroke through your hair slowly, knowing it took a while for you to actually wake up in the mornings. He’d been the one to actually do the cooking this morning, but it’d been the idea of your two sons to make it for you. And while he’d tried his best to keep the kitchen clean, having two sons made it practically impossible. “You feeling okay enough to eat?” Tsukishima asked calmly, pulling the tray from the side table to rest on his lap, “Because if not, I think I’ll just have to share it with Satoshi.” He smirked.

“But daddy! That’s for mommy!” Satoshi piped up from the doorway, and you saw he’d gone to clean his glasses from whatever mess awaited you in the kitchen. “I can’t eat what we made for her, that’s mean.” He whined as he climbed on the bed with the rest of his family, kneeling at the foot of your bed, not being able to really see much without his glasses on.

You looked up at your husband with a teasing smile, “Yeah, daddy, that’s for me!” You stuck your tongue out at him, laughing softly when he gave you a warning deadpan stare, remembering the last time you’d called him daddy you’d ended up getting pregnant with Hikaru. Slowly, you sat up, still holding Hikaru in your arms, nuzzling your nose into his little cheek and smiling when he giggled and nuzzled his own nose against yours. “Come here, Satoshi, come give mama some cuddles.” You pouted, reaching out an arm for your eldest to come closer.

Satoshi took a lot after his father. Blind as a bat and not very outwardly affectionate. There were few days after he’d become self aware that he’d voluntarily would cuddle with you or let you coddle him. There were points in time where he’d feel vulnerable and would need your comforting hand or your words of kindness, but very rarely would he actually reciprocate any sort of cuddling motions. But being half you, he had a lot of softness to his heart. He loved everyone as deeply as his little body would let him, it’s just his father’s hard outer shell made it hard for him to express it properly. Like now.

He pursed his lips and looked down at his glasses, making sure they were completely clean before putting them back on, pushing them up the bridge of his nose so his eyelashes were practically curling against the glass. His golden eyes glanced at his father, seeing how close his dad was to actually digging into the food, before he looked over at you, “But mommy, the food? Daddys gonna eat it all, and then you won’t have any left over.” He pointed out, trying to change the subject.

For now, you played his game. Leaning over, you laid your head on your husband bicep, “Hey… uh…. You’re not… thinking about…. Eating that…. Are you?” You asked cryptically, not being able to conceal your quiet giggles when you felt him tense at your slightly threatening tone, “Because… I don’t think those were meant for you….” You reaching over and took a strawberry from the top of the waffle stack, popping it into your mouth and winking at your husband when his eyes snapped to watch where the strawberry was being hauled off to. “I’m sure there’s something else I can give in exchange for the food though, Kei.” You smiled knowingly, sitting back up and patting your youngest son on the back softly, feeling him start to fall asleep from just being in your arms. Your little radiance easily tired himself out from the mornings happenings.

“Who’s to say I’ll agree to the exchange?” Tsukishima asked curiously, raising an eyebrow over at you when your eyes widened at his response, “What if I want the waffles more?” He pondered to himself, puling a small piece from the stack before popping it into his mouth quickly.

You snorted and rolled your eyes, “Liar.” You called easily, laughing when he let out a small huff at his bluff being founded so quickly. “Satoshi? Do you want some food? We can all share it!” You smiled over at your eldest, seeing his eyes squint at your suspiciously before he slowly crawled over to sit between you and your husband. While he was focused on pulling a piece free from the waffles, Tsukishima helping him make sure he didn’t make a complete mess of the meal, you leaned down and pressed a kiss to Satoshi’s temple.

He whined and looked up at you with puffed cheeks, crossing his arms after putting the waffle in his mouth, “Mommy! Why?” He let out a long sigh, and you couldn’t help but laugh at his perturbed face; almost an exact replica of his fathers. You smiled and wrapped your free arm around him, pulling him to your chest and nuzzling your nose against his head, “Nooooo, whyyyyy, Daddy! Help me!” He reached out to his father, but Tsukishima only smirked and waved ‘goodbye’ to his son.

“Ah, don’t act, my little Toshi, you know you love mommy!” You cooed, pressing a kiss to his forehead before just holding him in your arm, your other arm holding your sleeping son. You felt a chill go down your back as you realized Hikaru was actually drooling all over your collarbone as he snoozed. “Ah, Kei!” You whined, looking at your husband, who only smirked and waved you off, “Come on, he’s drooling all over me.” You pleaded, quiet laughter bubbling in your voice at how ridiculous this was getting.

“Sounds like a you problem.” Tsukishima teased, but his hands made quick work to put the tray off on the side table once more before he was pulling Hikaru out of your arms and into his, “Ah! No, wait! Regret. Why.” His voice was barely above a whisper, not wanting to wake up his son, but you couldn’t stop from laughing at his disgusted face, “How can something so small produce so much drool?”

“I don’t know, sounds like a you problem.” You shot back easily, wrapping both arms around your eldest son, feeling your heart warm when he relaxed in your arms and let you dote on him. “I think he’s dreaming of the waffles.” You mused, snorting when your husband gave you a sour look, “Let’s just hope he doesn’t dream about being potty trained all over again.” You teased, hiding your smile in your eldest sons hair when Tsukishima gave you a concerned look.

“That does sound like a you problem, daddy.” Satoshi smirked up at his dad, and Tsukishima’s eyes widened; It was like looking in a goddamn mirror.

Bokuto Koutarou

Koichi (Light/Shining First (child)) – son (7)

Shoji (Soaring Second (child)) – son (6)

Hideki (Splendid Opportunity) – son (4)

Tetsuo (Wise Hero) – son (3)

Aiko (Little love) – daughter (1)

Waking up in the Bokuto household was always a gamble. There were a number of things that could be wrong with how bountiful your family had grown, four sons and a single daughter… The messes were bound to be plentiful. Everyday was different from the other. Every day held a new adventure for you, for your children, for your husband.

But for now, opening your eyes to your year old daughter sitting in front of your face, her little hands pressing into your cheek and patting your forehead with the lightest of taps. You exhaled with a small smile on your lips, “Ah, Aiko… You escaped your crib once more.” You mused, reaching up and stroking her black hair out of her face, hearing her babbling away quietly as a way of responding to you. Turning to lay on your back, you pulled her to lay on your chest, her little head resting on your collarbone, chewing on her hand around her babbling. “The day has started…” You closed your eyes for just a second before they snapped open at the sound of your bedroom door slamming open.

“MOOOOOM! Hideki put baby powder in his hair!” Koichi, your eldest son, called, holding his little brother on his hip as best he could while walking into the bedroom, setting the younger boy on your bed. It was true, your second youngest son’s hair was covered in the baby powder, down to his very roots. Though he hadn’t been very precise in his aim, and a good amount had landed all over his face and shoulders.

You sat up, crossing your legs and setting Aiko in the space between your legs, reaching out and running your fingers through Hideki’s hair, “What in the world were you doing with the baby powder, Deki?” You asked with a fond smile, pulling your hand back to see it completely saturated in the powder.

“I wanna be like daddy!” He hollered, having absolutely no volume control. He thew his hands up in the air and cheered, “Daddy, daddy, daddy!!”, his wide golden eyes sparkling at the mere idea of becoming like his father.

“Like… daddy?” Your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to figure out what he was trying to say. “Oh!” You couldn’t help but laugh, realizing the baby powder gave his hair the black and white pattern that your husband had sported ever since he learned how to dye his own hair. “Koutarou!” You called, knowing your husband could hear you wherever he was throughout the house.

Koichi stood in the middle of the room, his arms crossed as he gave his little brother the stink eye, but you knew his inner monologue was somewhere along the lines of ‘why didn’t I think of that???’. “I’m going to go clean up the mess he made.” He huffed, not liking that his chores had been added to just because the four year old wanted to copy their dad. He stomped off into the room where the crime had happened. “MOM!!” Came his voice not too long after he’d left, “Tetsuo got into it too!”

“You rang, Mrs. Bokuto?” Came your husbands cheerful voice as he walked into the room, having grabbed Tetsuo and your second son Shoji before they could make a mess of the whole house. He was covered in baby powder as well, and Shoji whined in his fathers arms when Tetsuo reached over with his powder covered hands and squeezed his older brothers face.

You raised an eyebrow at your husband, your eyes going from your powdered covered sons, to his black and white hair, then meeting his large golden eyes, “You’ve created a disturbance in this household.” You teased, picking up Aiko in your arms when you saw Bokuto’s arms move to toss the two in his arms onto the bed. “Koutarou! Why? Now there’s powder everywhere!” You whined, holding your daughter close to you so none of the white mess got on her. Shoji bounced once before scurrying away, dodging his father’s arms and ducking between his legs to go get his older brother. You could hear him laughing as he ambushed his older brother, then Koichi’s responding yell of distaste. “We’ve lost another one, Aiko.” You sighed, and Bokuto laughed at your dramatization of the small issue.

Tetsuo, your youngest son, bounced twice before he just laid there, staring up at the ceiling, for a few seconds. You figured he was trying to figure out how he’d ended up on the bed, but then he was up and jumping on the same bed within seconds, Hideki copying his movements and jumping up and down with his younger brother. Little Aiko saw the fun her older brothers were having and struggling in your arms, whining and babbling, pointing at her brothers and looking back at you with determination in her gold eyes.

“Noooooo, not you, too, Aiko! Traitor!” You pretended to cry out as the little baby broke free from your hold, wobbling on her legs on the bed before Hideki helped her stand up straight, holding her hand as they jumped together on your bed. You crossed your arms and raised your eyebrows at your husband, “Kou… Your children are far too rambunctious.” You huffed, watching as he took his space next to you on the bed, forcing yourself not to lean into his embrace as he pulled you into his arms, “No more. No more babies.” You sent him a playful glare, “They only make messes and eat all my food.”

Bokuto nodded thoughtfully, but the glint in his eyes made you struggle not to laugh, “MY children came from YOUR womb… soooo I think that makes them your kids, too.” He pondered, then pouted, “Whaaaat? You don’t want any more babies? Come on, ______. I can make it worth your while.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your ear, making your face feel like it’d been set on fire. “It’s fun making babies with you… Don’t you want another little bundle of joy?”

Biting your bottom lip, your forced out the memories of conceiving each of your children, trying not to let your memories show on your face as you whined and pushed against his chest, giggling when he nuzzled his nose against your neck, “Koutarou!” You laughed, “Those bundles of joy grow up into these little beasts!” You waved your hand to show your three youngest still jumping on the bed, your ears picking up on the sound of your two oldest running around the house; No doubt Koichi running away from Shoji as the latter tried to douse him in whatever was left of the baby powder. You looked up to see Bokuto looking at your children with only the sort of pride a father could feel. Yes, it was a messy house with messy children. Yes, there were days you wanted to pull your hair out and yell at all the boys in the house for being so psychotic. And of course, there were days you reminisced on sleepless nights with your husband before your children… But looking at your children jumping on the bed, hearing your other two running throughout the house, feeling your husbands supporting arms and hearing his heart beating in sync with yours, with your children. “Alright…” You smiled up at your husband, reaching up and stroking his cheek, internally laughing when you noticed some baby powder get smeared on his cheek and jaw, “Let’s have another.”

These are so cute!! I can totally see Bokuto having a brood of children!

:3 How about D and R for the sweet baby Aone~?

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Another combo, I just wrote out the scene that incorporates both of these.


  • D: Dry Humping (Describe a dry-humping scene)
  • R: Ruttish (Signs that they’re horny)

Aone has been feeling…restless. Long days of class, a part time job and homework has left little time for him to spend with his girlfriend and it’s beginning to take it’s toll on the stoic male. Not usually one for public displays of affection, she’s surprised when he gathers her in his arms for a long hug, lips pressing to hers firmly in view of passers by making their way to evening classes.

“Takanobu?” she asks when they part, dazed a bit by the unexpected ravaging of her lips.

“I need you,” he replies simply.

She smiles up into his face, caressing his cheek and nods. They hurry to her apartment and he all but slams her against the door once it’s closed. The moaning of his name on her lips feels like honey to his soul as he sucks eagerly on her neck. Drawing her closer, he trails backwards, falling onto the couch and pulling her flush against him, her legs astride his hips.

He’s already hard, cock pressed uncomfortably against his pants but he can’t stop grinding up into her. She returns the motion, rotating her hips to get a better angle making his head fall back hard against the back of the couch. “Again,” he pleads, breathless and she moves once more, writing on top of him, hands laced through his hair, lips teasing the flesh of his neck.

He moans appreciation of her attention, hands trailing under her shirt to caress her back while providing support as she continues grinding her now soaking panties against his still clothed cock.

Aone thrusts up, eager for more contact and winces when he feels the bite of his zipper against over sensitized skin. He forces his eyes open, watching her face, brows furrowed in concentration of giving him what he wants and his heart swells with love for her.

He wants to finish properly, to give her release in return but he can’t move, he needs her so bad he can’t even take the time to remove his pants. One last grind of her hips allows him sweet relief and he positively erupts within the confines of his trousers, a guttural groan pulling from his throat. They’re both panting, a light sheen of sweat on their brows as their eyes meet once more.

Suddenly self conscious of what just transpired, Aone looks away, his cheeks dusting pink but she draws him back to her, kissing him gently. “There’s no need to be embarrassed, I’m quite pleased you want me that badly.”

He nods, gathering his strength then her in his arms to walk to the bathroom. A shower is in order, where intends to thank her properly for helping him relax.

J and H and Iwaizumi for the smut hc!

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

Iwaizumi is not usually one for public displays of affection, preferring to keep such intimacy behind closed doors. But tonight, she just had to wear that dress. The one falling just above her knee exposing creamy, smooth legs. The one with an open back displaying unblemished skin. Rather than sitting across from her as he usually would, Iwaizumi takes a seat as close to her as possible, body pressed right against hers. Feather light touches trail up from her calf over her knee, his hand rising as high as he dares with them sitting in a restaurant booth.

His other hand wraps around her shoulders, pulling her away from the vinyl bench garnering him access to the flesh of her back which also receives teasing, easy touches.

“Do you have any idea how sexy you look?” he asks low in her ear.

She shakes her head slowly, coy grin on her lips. “Why don’t we get outta here and you show me, Iwaizumi-kun?”

J: Jealous (“Claiming” a partner)

“You should have seen him!” she exclaimed, eyes bright with excitement. “Oikawa-san served almost a perfect set, he was so close to shutting them out all by himself!” Iwaizumi’s brow furrowed listening to her talk. It was true enough that Seijoh’s setter had managed to show an amazing control of the ball and while he should have been proud, the ace couldn’t help but be annoyed. Not only was that set a bit boring for the rest of the team but now his girlfriend was expounding on the gleaming talent of his best friend.

And Oikawa, damn him, was eating it up, a smug smile on his face.

“And then,” she went on, gesturing enthusiastically, “when they did return the volley, he got the spike too! It was amazing!”

The bell ringing signaled the end of lunch, all the students standing to head to the cafeteria exit and their respective classrooms.

“Bye ______-chan, thanks for the exceptional recap today!” called Oikawa as he walked the opposite direction of her and Iwaizumi. Before she could wave, Iwaizumi grabbed her hand, tugging her away and around the corner.

“Hajime-” she complained but further words were swallowed in a heated kiss under the stairs. Iwaizumi grabbed a handful of her hair, roughly holding her head in place as he ravaged her mouth. Knees weakening, she gripped the front of his shirt but Iwaizumi had other ideas. A push against her shoulders landed her against the wall, his mouth latching onto the column of her throat, deep sucks and harsh nips maring her flesh.

“Wha- what’s gotten into you?” she panted, eyes rolling to the back of her head as his hands trailed under the hem of her shirt.

“Just reminding you who you belong to,” he rasped against her skin.

:3 How about D and R for the sweet baby Aone~?

Another combo, I just wrote out the scene that incorporates both of these.


  • D: Dry Humping (Describe a dry-humping scene)
  • R: Ruttish (Signs that they’re horny)

Aone has been feeling…restless. Long days of class, a part time job and homework has left little time for him to spend with his girlfriend and it’s beginning to take it’s toll on the stoic male. Not usually one for public displays of affection, she’s surprised when he gathers her in his arms for a long hug, lips pressing to hers firmly in view of passers by making their way to evening classes.

“Takanobu?” she asks when they part, dazed a bit by the unexpected ravaging of her lips.

“I need you,” he replies simply.

She smiles up into his face, caressing his cheek and nods. They hurry to her apartment and he all but slams her against the door once it’s closed. The moaning of his name on her lips feels like honey to his soul as he sucks eagerly on her neck. Drawing her closer, he trails backwards, falling onto the couch and pulling her flush against him, her legs astride his hips.

He’s already hard, cock pressed uncomfortably against his pants but he can’t stop grinding up into her. She returns the motion, rotating her hips to get a better angle making his head fall back hard against the back of the couch. “Again,” he pleads, breathless and she moves once more, writing on top of him, hands laced through his hair, lips teasing the flesh of his neck.

He moans appreciation of her attention, hands trailing under her shirt to caress her back while providing support as she continues grinding her now soaking panties against his still clothed cock.

Aone thrusts up, eager for more contact and winces when he feels the bite of his zipper against over sensitized skin. He forces his eyes open, watching her face, brows furrowed in concentration of giving him what he wants and his heart swells with love for her.

He wants to finish properly, to give her release in return but he can’t move, he needs her so bad he can’t even take the time to remove his pants. One last grind of her hips allows him sweet relief and he positively erupts within the confines of his trousers, a guttural groan pulling from his throat. They’re both panting, a light sheen of sweat on their brows as their eyes meet once more.

Suddenly self conscious of what just transpired, Aone looks away, his cheeks dusting pink but she draws him back to her, kissing him gently. “There’s no need to be embarrassed, I’m quite pleased you want me that badly.”

He nods, gathering his strength then her in his arms to walk to the bathroom. A shower is in order, where intends to thank her properly for helping him relax.

Since you asked, how bout some V and X for Asahi :’)

V: Videos (Sending NSFW videos to each other)

Settling onto his futon, Asahi lets out a long breath. Another day filled with little victory and tons of diving receives.

Are we ever gonna get our act together?” he wonders staring at the ceiling. He chuckles at the memories of his high school days, when volleyball was everything and little else mattered. Seems he couldn’t let it go even after his time at Karasuno ended. Glancing to this right, he sees Bokuto snoring with his mouth open while on the next futon over lies Kuroo, hair even messier if that were possible. Never in a million years did Asahi think he’d end up on a team with these two. He’d not even planned to go to college until his aunt surprised him with saying she would fund his education.

The chime of his cellphone draws him out of his musings. Rolling over, he grabs the device, a soft smile presenting itself when he sees her name and face on the lock-screen. Looks like she’s sent him a video message.

Returning to his back, Asahi pops in his earbuds (the wireless kind, a gift from her last Christmas) so as not to disturb his roommates either by getting up to leave or by the volume being too loud.

And boy is he glad he did because from the first words out of her mouth he knows he’s about to feel frustration of a whole different kind.

“Hey baby,” she coos, eyes half hooded as her hand trails down her neck. “I miss you so much and wish you were here.” The camera pans back revealing her in jet black lingerie, breasts pushed up and little else covering her lower half. Asahi swallow thickly, diving beneath the covers to hide the image of her in such attire.

He knows he should turn it off, wait until he’s in a more private location (such as a bathroom stall) but his eyes remained fixated on her, ears burning as her delicate, breathy voice moans his name when she squeezes one breast. Slowly her other hand trails below the hemline of her panties.

“I’m imagining you touching me, Asahi, wishing these were your long, thick fingers pushing into my pulsing, wet pussy.” He almost groans, only just remembering he’s not alone and stifling it in his throat. Hopefully it’ll sound like he just has sore muscles instead of an aching cock.

Her eyes close, head kicking back as she pulls off the panties giving him an eye full of her glistening heat. Without conscious thought, he reaching beneath his own pant line, grabbing his dick and stroking in time to her thrusting.

“Oh Asahi, I want you to fuck me, I want your cock so bad baby.” Her eyes stare into the camera lens, burning him from the inside out. With an expert touch, she caresses her clit, moaning out his name as she comes. He doesn’t last much longer, spilling his seed and making a mess of his hand and pants but he doesn’t care. This is one of the hottest things she’s ever done for him.

Through panting breath she whispers, “Can’t wait to see you in a few days,” then blows a kiss to the camera before it fades to black.

Catching his own breath, he extracts the ear buds and rolls over, setting his alarm early enough to grant him time for a solo shower.

The next morning, he enters the cafeteria a bit late for breakfast. Gathering a tray of food, he sits with his new teammates. Just as he takes a bite of eggs, Kuroo comments slyly, “Sounds like you got a nice present last night, Azumane-san.”

Asahi chokes, downing water as his face erupts into red, Kuroo laughs his ass off, and Bokuto wonders what he missed.

X: XXX (What kind of porn does the person watch? How often?)

Asahi strikes me as the type to not watch much of it, he’s too embarrassed even when it’s just himself. He probably had his first experience of watching it at a night over with one of his more curious friends and was teased for how bashful he was about it. If anything, he may resort to watching it if he’s feeling really frustrated and for whatever reason can’t get together with his girlfriend/wife. And even then, he’d much rather resort to phone sex with her.

Hey there ~ I’d like to request no. 13 with Bokuto for the christmas prompts :> Hope it’s inspiring enough, and if it’s not nevermind!! I hope you have a pleasant day ^^

Thanks for sending in some love for our fave owl boy! I hope you enjoy this!


#13 – First Christmas as a Couple

Bokuto’s knee bounces up and down, an outer manifestation of his inner excitement. This was it! His first Christmas with her! 

But while he’s so happy she agreed to come with him to visit and meet his family, he can’t help but be a bit nervous. Knowing his mother, she’ll undoubtedly say something embarrassing, like how pleased she is he’s finally taking his future seriously.

He wishes they’d had a little more time together before this but he couldn’t wait to introduce her and Christmas seemed like the best time to do it.

What he hadn’t really considered was how many and the type of people who would be there. Like his uncles who don’t know when to stop with teasing or his cousins who are rambunctious and can be a little bratty and his dad…they just don’t always see eye to eye.

His palms start to sweat. How in the world did he think this was a good idea?

Next to him, _______ notices his expression go from excited to pensive to downright gloomy. After being friends with Bokuto since their third year of high school and dating him through their first year of university, she’s become fairly well versed in reading his moods, Akaashi having been a helpful interpreter when the need arose.

“Bokuto-kun.” Her voice draws his eyes to her face and she gives his hand a gentle squeeze. “It’s going to be fine. Don’t you remember? I’ve at least met your parents that one time at the Spring Tournament, so I’m not a complete stranger. I mean, that’s assuming they remember me,” she ends with a slight chuckle.

Bokuto turns to her, hand reaching to cup her face. “I don’t know how anyone could forget you,” he remarks.

The intensity of his eyes and serious tone make her heart skip a beat. She’s used to him teasing her, flirting, being a general goofball but this…this is something very new. Squeezing his hand again she forces a bigger smile onto her face. “Then you don’t have anything to worry about, right?”

He nods, drawing her close and dropping a peck to the top of her head.

They arrive to the station five minutes later, walking out of the train and see his parents waving to them through a window from inside the station. Despite his earlier trepidation, Bokuto’s face erupts into a wide grin, feet moving faster to get to them, ______ trailing slightly behind thanks to his longer legs.

“Mom! Dad!” Bokuto exclaims, hugging his mother tightly before reaching out a hand to his father.

Turning he gestures for _______ to come closer.

“Mom, dad, I’m sure you remember _______,” he says.

Looking at his mother, _______ can see where Bokuto gets his smile; hers is just as wide if more feminine. His father nods once in greeting, his stare making her shift slightly; Bokuto definitely gets his eyes from him.

“Of course sweetie! We’re so happy you could join us!” his mother offers, extending her arms and pulling the girl into an unexpected hug.

“Th…thank you,” she stammers, righting herself before bowing. “I appreciate you having me join you for the holiday.”

“We’re always happy to see Koutarou’s friends!”

“Um, mom, she…she’s more than just a friend. I….I asked her out a few months ago so we’re dating now,” Bokuto explains, hand rubbing the back of his head.

His mother blinks at him for a moment then rushes forward, flicking him in the forehead. “And you’re just telling me this now? Koutarou!”

“Sorry mom, sheesh, I just…I wanted to tell you in person!”

“A likely story,” she grumbles but offers another smile to _______ as she loops their arms together and drags her towards the exit. “Well now I’m even more happy you’re here dear! You always struck me as a sensible young woman! No doubt you’ve been a great influence on him.” ________ blushes heavily, unsure how to respond to such praise. “Now, let’s get you two home out of this cold and I’ll show you all of Koutarou’s baby pictures, he was just the cutest little owl!”

“MOM!”

O and H for Sugawara please! 🙋

I let one lead into the other with these


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

The feeling of hands on her shoulders makes her jump but a second later she’s relaxed into his touch, moaning lightly as he adds pressure to massage away the tension of the day. But he doesn’t stay there long, trailing down the length of her arms before sliding under them to wrap his own around her torso, palms cupping her breasts lightly. A gentle squeeze coupled with the press of his lips against the side of her neck has her head tipping back against his shoulder, the pot of soup before them forgotten on the stove.

Still kissing her, Sugawara releases one breast to quickly flick off the burner then turns her in his arms, both hands sliding into her hair to hold her head steady as he ravishes her mouth.

He moves again, trailing down the length of her spine to her ass, grabbing handfuls of soft flesh.

“Someone’s eager,” she gasps as he pulls her closer, lips returning to her neck to press quick pecks and nips against it.

“Can’t help it, I missed you,” he confesses, drawing back to look in her eyes, his own full of heat. “I”m going to touch and kiss every inch of your skin tonight.”   


O: Orgasm (Describe coming–who comes first? What do they say? How does the other person know it’s approaching?)

Together they clumsily make their way to their room, clothes being shed and flung leaving a trail of cotton and lace in their wake. By the time they reach their destination both are short of breath, their longing for each other consuming oxygen at a rapid rate.

“Get on the bed,” Suga rasps, pushing her down. She complies, sliding up towards the headboard as he crawls on hands and knees towards her, his face set in determination. Lowering down, his mouth covers one nipple, sucking gently as one hand softly caresses the other. The sudden change of pace throws her for a moment but Suga doesn’t give her time to consider anything more than the feeling of his lips and hands all over her body.

He wasn’t lying, he really intends to touch and kiss every square inch of her. She writhes beneath him, begging for him to hurry up but he won’t. “Don’t make me tie you up, darling,” he warns and she stills. It isn’t that she doesn’t enjoy when he goes full dom, but he’s already worked her up so much that to allow him to have that much more control…she just doesn’t have the patience for it tonight.

“Koushi, please, I don’t mind if you want to take your time but…please…please let me come now.”

Her begging is beautiful. On any other night he’d take too much pleasure in torturing her (however sweet his rewards may be) but he wants to make her come just as badly as she wants to obtain release.

“Look at me,” he orders and her eyes find his face. Gently he strokes her outer folds which are already soaked in her own essence. The knowledge he can put her in that state just from his touch and kiss inflates Suga’s ego more than he cares to admit. He watches as her eyes more fully dilate when he pushes one then two fingers into her waiting heat, a breathy sigh emitting from her plump kissed lips. Twisting his wrist allows him to shift his thumb to her clit which he circles, slowly at first. Her hips buck up, body eager for what he’s about to give her.

“Do not take your eyes off me, otherwise I’ll stop,” he warns. She nods, eyes fixed on his face, lips parted to allow deeper breaths. Slowly he begins to pump, curling his fingers to hit that one spot she loves while his thumb continues its rotation of her clit. His breathing matches hers in rapidity, the vision she makes as she’s slowly brought undone making his dick hard enough to pound nails.

Or if not nails, certainly her.

But he continues, rolling, squeezing, pumping, taking in the sight, sound and smell of the woman he loves coming unraveled under the ministration of his hand.

“Koushi, I…oh god, I need-”

Her request is cut off by his lips, he can’t stand to not kiss her any longer. The action breaks their eye contact momentarily but it returns as his face hovers above hers and he pumps faster. He feels the shift of her hips, the clench of her inner walls and the choking gasp she releases when she’s getting close. He’s not tried this before and wonders at why it took him this long to consider the opportunity of watching her come with no other distractions.

“Are you ready? Do you want to come?”

“Yes! Oh god, yes please, Koushi!”

Eyes never leaving hers he breathes out, “Come for me, darling,” and presses hard against her clit as he curls his fingers just right. He feels her clench tightly before a violent shudder shakes her entire body and she shrieks her release, eyes closing despite her best efforts to keep them open.

Gently he extracts his hand from between her thighs and he moans around his digits as he sucks them clean of her nectar.

“I love you,” she pants.

“I love you too,” he returns, kissing her gently while crawling over her. “Now, how about you help me out with this?” he asks, pushing his cock against her core.

G K for Ushijima?

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G: Gentle (Describe gentle/loving mid-sex gestures)

It doesn’t matter what type of sex you’ve had (slow, fast, gentle, rough) one of Ushijima’s favorite things to do mid or post coitus is cradle your head in his large hands and stare into your eyes for a moment before he asks, “Do you know how much I love you?” It’s what he always asks and he doesn’t care if you nod, speak or hum as long as he can see your eyes because those never lie.

K: Kitchen (Describe a sex scene in the kitchen)

The smell of coffee wafts through the air, but Ushijima is thirsty for something else. She just had to wear his t-shirt, the garment positively swimming on her making his mouth water. It’s about time he quenches his thirst.

“Wakatoshi.” Her moan is like music to his ears, muffled as it is since his head is between her thighs. Dexterously his tongue works her over making her clasp the sink until her fingers are almost cramping.

“Can…can we move this somewhere a little more comfortable?” she asks through panting breaths.

“No,” he answers simply, opening wider to push his tongue further into her core.

“Th…then at least fuck me properly, I want to feel you in me,” she requests.

“Not done yet,” comes the simple reply and a redoubling of his efforts has her coming not too long after.

He releases her, standing as she tries to maintain balance on wobbly legs. After quickly washing his face, he gathers her up in his arms, heading back to their bedroom. He can always go jogging later, but right now he’s in favor of a much more pleasurable form of cardio vascular activity.