#haikyuu fantasy exchange

[symbiomancy]

boutique —minotaur

—summary: Your minotaur companion ruined your underwear after your speed date, so he makes good on his promise to replace them.

// AO3 // monster masterlist

—cw: minotaur x reader, smut (p in v sex), creampie, belly bulge, squirting, size difference, mentions of fantasy racism (I tried to stop myself from adding plot obviously I failed ok)

—wc: 2,2k

—a/n: part 2 of this! also I'm switching to shorter smut for a while, I watched the haikyuu movie yesterday and I gotta write sth for my stupid rooster head captain on my main.

You exchanged phone numbers after your little tryst in the bar bathroom.

And you’re content to write it off as a one-off fling until he calls you on Tuesday evening to invite you shopping — because he still has to make up for the pair of panties he ruined (and kept). You cannot contain your grin as you settle on the time and place, and you confirm you’ve received the text with the exact address.

Said address leads you to a fancy boutique. You glance down at your yellow sundress, wipe off the imaginary lint, and ignore the thought of being underdressed to shop in a place like this. You glance at your phone to double-check the address. It’s the correct building.

You nearly jump out of your skin when the front door of the boutique opens with a flourish and your minotaur companion greets you with a wave. Some pedestrians pause and stare, and you duck your head and hurry over to the store door, press past the minotaur’s body to escape into the building.

The interior is nice, fancy even: high, arched ceiling and tall windows, pillar with intricate carvings situated around the store, cream-colored walls with black shelves, black tables displaying merchandise. Sculpted models of bodies are erected onto said tables and shelves, a different monster everywhere you look. One table has a naga statue, a shelf has something with tentacles you can’t make out from the distance, and a third displays a sculpted orc lady. Her tusks are capped with gold.

Other than you, the minotaur, and the display bodies dressed in gorgeous lingerie, the store is void of life.

“Nobody’s here today,” the minotaur says.

“Oh?”

“I take care of the business part of running a business; my sister works with designers to order from. She also arranges models and sculptors for the display models.” He places his hands on his thighs, and runs them up and down once as if he’s nervous. “It’s just us today. I hope that’s okay.”

You nod, and let a small smile curl your lips up. The minotaur motions you along with the sweep of his hand, leading you through the showroom, winding around the displays — they’re gorgeous, obviously not mass-produced — until you arrive at a section with models of familiar build on the tables. Humanoid.

He follows a few steps behind you as you make your way around the tables, stop to pick a garment up to examine it, then carefully place it back. They’re gorgeous: lace-trimmed pieces, bejeweled pieces, crotchless pieces — your face heats up when you pick up a cute pink thong and realize it’s crotchless. The minotaur behind you pointedly looks away.

There’s a plush seat outside the dressing rooms and the minotaur takes a seat, and motions you towards one of the stalls. Though it’s much less like the bathroom stall from your previous encounter and more like a small but spacious room carved into the wall, separated from the store by a curtain.

You stare at the array of lingerie sets on their hangers and reach for the red one, fold your dress, and place it onto the long seat in front of the mirror.

The red… looks good. You twirl in front of the mirror, place your hands on your chest, onto ur thighs, onto ur ass, turn again and again and again. You… look good. It’s comfortable, too; the bra doesn’t dig into your skin and the seams on the panties don’t itch. You reach for the curtain and take a deep breath, then pull it back.

The minotaur looks up from his phone, lets it slide between his thigh and the chair armrest. Heat rushes to your cheeks but it’s way too late to back out, so you give him a slow twirl. He’s silent, staring at you, a closed fist pressing against his mouth. The silence stretches, drags.

“Can I ask you something?”

“You look amazing,” he says then, voice strained. Your entire face explodes in warmth and you nearly trip over your feet as you step back into the dressing room, yanking the curtain between you. “Sorry, I —”

“No, like… I wanted to ask why you approached me at the speed dating event.” You shrug off the red set of lingerie and place it on top of your dress. You slide the white set off its hanger and — oh fuck, the crotch area is just see-through lace.

“You’re gorgeous. I wanted to meet you.”

Your face might melt off at this rate.

“Well, I mean, humans have a… reputation, and attraction to anything non-human is considered sexual deviancy on a fetishistic level — as if anything other than straight vanilla sex isn’t also considered sexual deviancy. High school health classes were miserable enough and they chose to spread the propaganda spiel about how you shouldn’t fuck anything non-human because they’re below us. ‘Humans are the superior race’ or whatever — what a load of crock, how are you smarter than something with three heads and three times the brain?” The white bra is even better, makes your tits pop.

On the other side of the curtain, the minotaur chortles. “The amount of lectures we got about not hooking up with human women…” he huffs. “Sexual deviancy part matches up, though.”

“Oh? Were your reasons more interesting than ours?”

“Well, they liked to say human women specifically would use us for our cocks, then cry about assault and have their males skin and wear us… Men would wage war even if it was consensual because they think we’re below them.” You wince at his words. “History sure isn’t pretty, huh?”

“Yeah.”

You pull the curtain back and step out, do your little twirl for him. He hums appreciatively, motions towards the large mirror next to the dressing room. You step up and angle your body back and forth as he looms behind you, arms crossed over his chest. His biceps bulge through the button-up shirt he’s wearing. His heated breath caresses your bare back.

“Are those two the only ones you picked?”

“No, there’s one more.”

The minotaur nods and steps back to allow you passage into the dressing room.

Inside, you nearly keel over when you realize the last set has crotchless panties. But considering your companion has once already rearranged your guts in objectively worse conditions… You pull the curtain back to stick your head out.

“I’m not coming out in this,” you say and motion him inside with the jerk of your head. He adjusts himself and stands, and oh — you pointedly ignore the bulge in his pants as he slips through the curtain. He doesn’t stray far from you, stands so close you can practically feel the heat rolling off his body. Slowly, you turn to give him the full view of the piece, try and fail to ignore the shape of his cock through his pants, fuck he’s huge, stop when you can look at him head-on in the mirror again.

The minotaur raises a hand, drags his fingertips across your skin, leaves goosebumps in their wake, up your thigh, over the curve of your hip, up your stomach. He pauses at your breast, places his large palm over it, and pinches your nipple between his fingers. You gasp, press back against him. The beast in his pants rests at your lower back.

His other hand finds purchase on your hip, drags over the front of your panties. You slide your legs further apart and his breath hitches when his fingers find your uncovered cunt. They stall on your clit and you try to grind against them, pushing your ass against him even harder.

The minotaur pulls the hand on your clit back and you want to whine as it relocates to your upper back. He pushes you forward. You nearly trip, barely bracing your hands against the plush seat with your dress and discarded items. He undoes his belt buckle with one hand and when he’s pressing against you next, the tip of his cock drags through your folds. You press back, try to grind against him.

“So impatient,” he tuts, pressing against your entrance. You’re almost shaking from excitement — every orgasm you’ve tried to draw out on your own between now and your little bar bathroom rendezvous on Saturday has been okay but not nearly enough to be thoroughly satisfying. Your own fingers are good but there’s something about another participant, one whose actions you cannot control and who could do whatever they want with you has something in your brain short-circuiting. He could use you as his personal fleshlight and you’d thank him just for being full of his cum.

The minotaur slowly pushes in and fuck, you can feel him everywhere. You stifle the moan in your throat as he bottoms into you — fuck, fuck, fuck, he’s so big you swear you can see him in your guts when you look down — and he pauses, exhales slowly. He’s thick, warm, you can feel every ridge, every pulsing vein on his cock pressing against your insides.

He moves, pulls out nearly all the way, and thrusts back in as far as he can. It drives the air from your lungs and with it, a loud gasp. Your face erupts in heat and you look down, away from your reflection in the mirror. He sets a slow pace at first and you push your hips back against him, skin slapping against skin. It echoes in your ears over the roaring blood, lewd and wet the sounds your pussy is making, and you try not to focus on it, yet it permeates through you, bounces around in your skull. He keeps the pace and lets his hands run over your body, petting and groping and tugging. His fingers catch your nipple through the sheer lace of your bra.

You cum right then and there, clench around him with a moan from the back of your throat, arms shaking under your weight. He slows and you frantically shake your head.

“More. More,” you manage between choked breaths, push your ass against his pelvis. He speeds up, hands traveling again, exploring. One rests on your right hip, the other cups the underside of your thigh and raises it, thrusts in and you nearly shout when he hits something so deep in you but it feels so good, so full.

So good and too much. He’s too big, too deep. He picks up the pace, every ridge and curve of his cock dragging against your insides. Your pussy dribbles around him, accommodates for his size even though it feels like he’s about to split you in half but he feels so good, he’s so deep. Every nerve in your body is alight, fingertips buzzing, mind fuzzy. You cannot form a single coherent thought, let alone words, and find yourself babbling nonsense mixed with pleas for more on his huge cock as he pistons in and out of your ruined pussy.

Maybe, maybe, those fuckasses had a point when they claimed human women would line up to be fleshlights for monsters.

Your vision blurs with tears — he’s too much, too much for your sanity, for your sopping cunt, as if he’s rearranging your insides with every thrust to fit himself in and you welcome it, meet his thrusts halfway with erratic hips. His hand moves, your thigh clutched in his palm, dragging your legs even further apart. He’s deep, so deep and his cock touches something and you see white, squirt around his cock as the orgasm hits you. Your body is on fire, heat rolling through your cunt to your torso to your extremities. Your arms are shaking under your weight.

Your fluid splatters over his pants but he doesn’t even react, mutters something under his breath, and picks up to pace to chase his own high in your spasming cunt. His thrusts are brutal, thick fingers digging into your flesh, fuck, you can feel him in the back of your throat. His breathing is loud and labored and even then it’s barely audible over the smacking when your skin meets and the squelch of your pussy as he pistons in and out.

The minotaur grunts, digs his fingers into your flesh so hard you nearly shout, and buries himself deep into your pussy. His cock pulses — fuck, you can feel it pulsing, spasming in your cunt — and cums with a groan. He presses in further, as if he has any room left, cums and cums and cums. There’s so much it seeps out of your pussy, coats your thighs as it traverses the length of your leg as it surrenders to gravity.

Everything aches. Your skin is sticky with sweat and cum, yours and his. Your breathing is erratic, chest heaving to take in oxygen.

He pulls out slowly, stifling a hiss. Pearly cum dribbles out of your pussy, lands in the puddle on the dressing room floor. Your legs give out but he’s there, large, warm, secure hands on your waist to keep you from falling. He picks you up with ease, lowers himself onto the plush seat, and rests you on his lap. You hear his heartbeat thundering under your ear but yours is no better right now.

“Would you…” he begins after a moment, still panting, and pauses to swallow. “Would you like to go out? On a real date, I mean.”

“Even though mingling with humans is the fetishistic kind of sexual deviancy?” You ask. Your minotaur laughs. It’s a pleasant sound, you find.

“Yeah.”

“Yes. Absolutely.”

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[nova-amor]

✧˖° — 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. welcome to my very first series! the theme is blind dating with pornstars, inspired by my favorite raunchy series on the net. each fic will be written in second perspective with fem! & afab! reader in mind. the fics will contain their own content warnings as well, so please make sure to look it over prior to interaction. minors and ageless blogs dni.

fandoms include — call of duty mwii, jujutsu kaisen, shingeki no kyojin, haikyuu, and marvel

status — ongoing. since this is an open series, fics will not be posted on any specific dates! i will try my best to post twice a week in accordance to my current writing schedule, however i will not guarantee that the fics will be posted in the order presented below. in addition, the current production lineup is subject to change at any moment without notice. there also will be no taglist.

𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒

EPISODE ONE — ‘THE EXPERT & THE NOVICE’

performer: simon ‘ghost’ riley channel: call of duty mwii tags: age gap, pet names, teasing, mild praise kink, cunnilingus, fingering, size difference, fellatio, ball sucking, pussyjob, body worship, mask kink, neck grabbing, p-in-v penetration, cream pie

EPISODE TWO — ‘INDULGE ME’

performer: toji fushiguro channel: jujutsu kaisen tags: impact play, biting kink, manhandling, degradation, breath play, dirty talk, gagging, throat fucking, p-in-v penetration

EPISODE THREE — ‘CUTE EXCHANGE’

performer: reiner braun channel: shingeki no kyojin tags: mutual masturbation, body worship, cunnilingus, face sitting, mirror sex, praise kink, p-in-v penetration, gentle mdom

EPISODE FOUR — ‘A REAL CONNECTION’

performer: ushijima wakatoshi channel: haikyuu tags: cunnilingus, pussy spanking, neck grabbing, size difference, tit fucking, spit usage, no v penetration, dirty talk, finger sucking, mattress humping

EPISODE FIVE — ‘FANTASIES DO COME TRUE’

performer: miguel o'hara channel: marvel — across the spiderverse tags: biting kink, breath play, fingering, breeding kink, daddy kink, creampie, dacryphilia, overstimulation, spitting, spanish language, p-in-v penetration, hard mdom

EPISODE SIX — ‘JUST A LITTLE BIT MORE’

performer: könig channel: call of duty mwii tags: cunnilingus, overstimulation, manhandling, gentle mdom to rough mdom, clit stimulation, german language, dirty talk, p-in-v penetration, size kink, age gap, creampie

EPISODE SEVEN — ‘POWER TRIO’

performers: suguru geto & satoru gojo channel: jujutsu kaisen tags: double penetration, fellatio, handjob, face sitting, cum eating, cum play, squirting, snowballing, mindbreaking, creampie, cunnilingus, analingus, mdom & msub, fswitch, brat taming

EPISODE EIGHT — ‘EYES ON ME’

performer: jean kirstein channel: shingeki no kyojin tags: dry humping, thigh riding, nipple play, dirty talk, mild degradation, breast worship, p-in-v penetration, praise kink

EPISODE NINE — ‘DOUBLE TROUBLE’

performers: miya twins — atsumu & osamu channel: haikyuu tags: male masturbations, p-in-v penetration, impact play, hand jobs, fellatios, ass worship, clit stimulation

[fourtyfourcatss]

[…🪐 ◜◡◝ ████████ 100%] — 欢迎来到+

WELCOME ABOARD !

hello, i’m quasar (or fourty). 18. some ambitious individual, i like reading and writing and taking walks!

◤[𓇻🍇] and i am henceforth claiming data khun eduan as my darling. ◢

only matchup exchanges are closed currently. I will be open back up after May 30th! i write for:

↳ ❝ Bungo Stray Dogs, Demon Slayer, Blue Lock, Kuroko's Basketball, all mxtx works, Haikyuu!, Jujustu Kaisen, Land Of Lustrous, Bleach, Soul Eater, Food Wars!, tower of god, seven deadly sins (but i do not support what the mangaka is doing hell no), Gintama, Danganronpa, Persona Series, Genshin Impact, Obey Me, Mystic Messenger, HI3, Tears Of Themis, Twisted Wonderland, Ace attorney (all games), d gray man, fire force, onmyoji, xenoblade, dr stone, guilty gear, record of ragnarok, fe3h, magi, katekyo hitman reborn, eyeshield 21, ace of diamond, fullmetal alchemist, granblue fantasy, fate (game or series), golden kamuy, epic seven, One piece, i can also do aot, tokyro rev., and bnha but i have limited knowledge in the characters for those three¡! ❞

— new: I write for Kengan Ashura now!

— up to 3 at once for more details! you can definitely request more, anything more than 3 will have a bit less detail.

I also do other matchups like friendships, what servant you’ll summon for a grail war, cabin/superpower matchups, etc etc! i can also do things like first meetings among other things as long as its specified! why i like writing my mother tongue on the post? i’m proud of my ethnicity’s developments, and also it looks nice

©fourtyfourcatss on tumblr — all posted is in full domain under this user, including designs, etc.

[honorary anna section]

<333, <333, <333

[izmusements]

iso: 18+ writing partner!

we're keeping this one short and sweet!

21, female discord writer here looking for an 18+ dominant writing partner (of any gender)! i write in third person, past tense, literate-novella style.

a bit of a different ask today, but i am really searching for a plot to do with any of the following:

a classic, abduction roleplay: give me all of the improvised bondage and strict, enforced kinky protocols!

urban fantasy: specifically a cliche ‘kidnapped by the fey’ or ‘vampire’s pet’ type of plot!

your usual princess x her bodyguard / princess x pirate / princess x enemy type of plot!

sports rivals of some form - inspired by the 'all for the game' series, 'challengers', 'haikyuu!!' and the like!

the always good— forced marriage (misogyny oriented) for bussiness!

(i may be interested in some omegaverse plots as well, though i am very new to them!)

let me play a strong willed, fiery gal bent to the will of another! major kinks likely to be included are of the nature of bdsm, bondage, and total power exchange / domestic domination! as i said, any gender of writer and character is welcome to send me a message-- though there are some bonus points for sapphic plots!

please interact with a like if any of these sound appealing and i will message you or go ahead and add me on discord: izzieninspiration ! hope to hear from you soon!

[ao3feed-iwaoi]

Safe And Sound

Read this masterpiece on AO3 at https://ift.tt/bOiULQu

by Anonymous

His mind was screaming at him not to move, but it was far too late now – he was caught. Hands landed on his waist, slipping around his body until a pair of arms was wrapped tight around his middle.

“Hello, little human.” A soft voice whispered against his ear, and even as Iwaizumi shivered, he visibly relaxed, pressing back into the cradle of those warm arms as a smile curved his lips. He was caught, but he was safe. “What are you doing wandering in my forest?”

For the 48 Flash Exchange!

Words: 1000, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Haikyuu!!

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Iwaizumi Hajime, Oikawa Tooru

Relationships: Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Deity Au, Fluff, Cuddling & Snuggling, Protective Oikawa Tooru, God Oikawa Tooru, Human Iwaizumi Hajime

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/bOiULQu

[imaginarydragonling]

✨ 🌈 💝 to start, but you will be getting more asks for the writing game :*

✨What's a fic you've posted you wish you could breathe life into again and have people talking about it? (or simply a fic you wish got more credit)

Hmm... There are a couple that are really close to each other on this list, but I'm going to go with the fic that kicked off my writing "career" on AO3: What Makes Us Human - a Viktuuri sci-fi fic that is vaguely Star Trek in setting for the Yuri on Ice fandom. Gosh. I can still remember getting the idea for this fic and planning it out in my head 😂 It was supposed to be a one shot, neatly told in ~10K words or so. 7 chapters and 42.7k words later and this is? maybe? only halfway done ha ha haaaa. Last updated on March 12, 2018, I still think and dream about finishing this fic sometimes. Maybe one day 🥲

🌈is there a fic that you worked *really fucking hard on* that no one would ever know? maybe a scene/theme you struggled with?

Omg yes /)_(\ There's the actual first fic I started writing sometime in 2016 that is as of yet still unpublished. It's a Haikyuu!! Fantasy AU fanfic that I've thought and world-built so much about in my head and looks like I put down about 40 chapters and 177.7k words so far 😅

Will it ever see the light of day? Only God knows and even he's not sure (❁´◡`❁)

💝what is a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?

One fic that comes to mind is Oikawa Tooru is Used to Attention. It was a fic for the Haikyuu Secret Santa 2018 exchange and I was super excited to gift it and get to know my giftee. Up until then, I had had a really positive experience with the Haikyuu fandom and this exchange event in particular.

However, I never got any acknowledgement from my giftee ever. I tagged my giftee on tumblr, but I don't think I ever got so much as a like :') So yeah, my dreams of making a new friend withered and died haha Sad story but it was my first wake up call that fandom isn't always a pleasant place. It's all still just people being people.

Thanks for the asks @mygeekcorner!!! 💕💕💕 In writing these answers, I noticed that there were multiple fics/instances I could talk about, so if anyone wants to repeat a question, feel free! Here's the full list:

Let's Get ((REAL)) fic writer asks

[accestwo]

Here’s my gift for the @fantasyhaikyuuexchange !! This is @fanfic4u ‘s gift. The event was super fun (like always!) and I can’t wait to do it again next year! 

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Relationship: Kuroo Tetsuroo/Daichi Sawamura

Summary:

"'Why, hello there.' Daichi spun around and scrambled past the voice, past the figure. He could vaguely make out a human, one with a slouch and almost indifference to the apocalypse. Daichi would have mistaken him for a human if it weren’t for two things: One: There weren’t any humans for at least 15 miles. Two: His hand-"

In which Daichi tries to ctrl+alt+delete the zombie apocalypse.

[stacysmash]

Dragons of Seijoh: ch 3

Relationship: Iwaizumi x Akaashi Rating: Explicit (smut and violence) Chapters: 3/3

Akaashi sighed, watching the darkness of Iwaizumi’s bedroom dissipate as the pale morning light filtered through the open wall. He hadn’t slept well even though he was nestled against Iwaizumi’s chest with a strong arm wrapped around his back. As naked as he was, he didn’t need a blanket with the encapsulating heat from the dragon’s body.

He drew his eyes away from the evidence of his failure to sleep and instead observed the scaled pattern crawling over Iwaizumi’s muscles. In the dim light, they looked black, a beautiful juxtaposition to his tan skin. Akaashi ran his fingertips over it and smiled when Iwaizumi shivered in his sleep.

When Iwaizumi had made Akaashi his mate, all his possessions belonged to him as well, including a hoard of gold and treasure located in a secret place that Iwaizumi had shown him one day. The pleasure from that experience did not come from knowing he was suddenly filthy rich, it came from the trust Iwaizumi had in him. Akaashi never dreamed of having riches, only the safety and health of his friends and family. All the treasure he desired was the man snoring into his hair with a body so swelteringly hot that Akaashi was beginning to sweat.

Desperate for a little air, he cautiously maneuvered his body out of Iwaizumi’s grasp without waking him. He trembled from the loss of heat and snatched his robe off the end of the bed, slipping it on as he wandered toward the grand desk in the corner. Settled on the edge of it was a folded letter, crumpled from how many times he had read it.

He picked it up and glanced over his shoulder at Iwaizumi. He was still asleep, but he didn’t dare light a candle and risk waking him up before he was ready. From the few times he’s seen that happen, the dragon remained in a bristly mood for the rest of the day and even Akaashi couldn’t lure him out of it. Instead, he walked across the room to the open wall that looked out at the mountains beyond and read the letter there.

A soft laugh escaped him before he read through it, amused by the messy handwriting that he could recognize anywhere. It filled him with an ache as well, reading the first communication between Bokuto and himself in many weeks.

AKAASHI! You better answer me back right away, so I know that you’re safe. I don’t care if they’re dragons, I will beat them all if they’re mistreating you. Just use our secret code, so they don’t know you’re actually requesting for help. Sawamura keeps telling me that you’re fine and they’ll take care of you. He knows a lot and I trust him but it’s hard. When we couldn’t find you on the battlefield, I thought you were dead. I’m happy you’re alive but if they’re mistreating you in any way, they’re going to pay for it.

Oh, most of us made it through okay. There were a few injuries, someone stabbed me in the thigh with this pathetic little knife but don’t worry, he lost his head for it. Konoha lost an eye in the fighting but he seems to be managing alright. Karasuno was able to come to our aid and that’s where we’re at right now.

I miss you Akaashi, I hope you can join us soon. The enemy’s been a little quiet and that’s making me more uneasy than anything. Keep your eyes sharp.

—Bokuto

Akaashi’s stomach squirmed at the ominous ending. Ever since the war began, their enemies never paused in their constant assaults. Without a chance to breathe and recover, the nations of Fukurodani, Nekoma, Ubugawa, and Shinzen struggled to fight back. If their enemies were quiet, that meant something was even more drastic on the horizon.

Read the rest on AO3!

[higelaw]

This is my gift to @starrifymyheart for the @fantasyhaikyuuexchange !! <3

I hope you like it, I absolutely loved the mermaid and the asexual pirate prompt and made a whole movie in my head but I didn't have the time to do it all, ahh!!!

With love!

[redzeverin]

*whispers* Yes, I joined it--- xD

//cough-- Here’s my work for the @fantasyhaikyuuexchange gift for @immmaghost!! I’m sorry it took a while...!! >A<”) I was too late to post it for the October deadline so I had to wait once more for the November deadline.... TTvTT) 

But anywho-- Ehehehe.... Hope you like it!

[gabberwockywrites]

My gift in the Haikyuu Fantasy Exchange for @linumlea who wanted marriage of convenience KenHina with the creature Mermaid. I hope you enjoy!

AO3 Link

“Hey, Kenma?” Hinata asked as the two lounged on a rock. “If we had to, would you marry me?”

Kenma turned his torso towards the other mermaid. “Why would we have to get married? I mean, I guess I would, but why are you asking?”

Hinata looks down. “Mom and Dad want me to get married soon.”

Kenma’s tail flicked. “And?”

Hinata leaned over. “And, I’m not in love with anyone. Especially not anyone royal. But,” he grins, leaning over Kenma. “I am best friends with one.”

Kenma raises an eyebrow. “You want me to marry you? For what?”

Hinata shrugs. “Convience. To merge our kingdoms. Because you’re my best friend. Pick one.”

Kenma smiles. “Alright. I guess. I don’t particularly want to marry anyone my parents want for me either.”

Hinata grins, powerful orange tail launching himself into Kenma and both of them into the water.

“Shouyou!”

Six months later, Hinata was being draped in pearls, shells, and seaweed, a crown of corals on his head.

“Hinata,” his guard said.

Hinata ignored him, beginning to swim across the room nervously.

“Hinata!” the man said again, louder.

Again, no response.

“Hinata, you idiot!” He finally swam into the room and all but shook the prince back into himself.

“Kageyama!”

“You have to get out there, come on!”

“O-oh! Is it time already?”

“Yes!”

Hinata looked down. “Kageyama… what if he decides not to…”

“What do you mean, dumbass?” Kageyama rolled his eyes. “He’s not gonna back out on you.”

“…you sure?”

“Yes, dumbass, now let’s go before your parents think you skipped out.”

“Right…”

And so Hinata swam with Kageyama to the palace, where he floated in front of his parents and waited for his fiancé to swim down the aisle and join him.

When Kenma did so, Hinata gasped. The blonde merman was draped not in pearls, like Hinata was, but in shark teeth, various sizes of them hanging across his chest. They represented his family’s domain; the deeper water riddled with sharks and other carnivores that heeded the Kozume clan’s call, whereas the pearls represented Hinata’s; the shallower waters where the more peaceful creatures roamed. By the end of the ceremony, Hinata would be wearing some of the shark teeth and Kenma the pearls, showing the union of their families.

Though Hinata’s coral crown was more colorful, Kenma’s shark jaw crown suited him. Showed his fierceness, hidden behind soft features usually, now he looked as sharp and dangerous as the creatures he controlled.

“Wow…” Hinata stared at him in awe as he swam up to float in front of him.

“What?” Kenma asked.

“You look amazing.”

“…thanks. You do too.”

Hinata smiled and turned to his father as the man began the wedding ceremony. As it concluded, and Hinata draped a string of perfect pearls around Kenma’s neck, and had a chain of shark teeth draped around his own, he realized how much Kenma glowed up here. How beautiful he was.

And quickly realized this marriage of convenience was going to be a lot less convenient than originally planned.  

Kenma’s shark-like tail flipped a current of water towards Hinata as he blushed. “Shouyou, you’re staring again.”

“Sorry, Kenma.” He looked away pointedly.

“I don’t mind.” And it was true; he really didn’t mind that Hinata stared at him. They were married, after all, and it felt… good to know his husband thought he was good enough to stare at.

In all honesty, their relationship hadn’t changed much. They still hung out together, they still played together, there were just certain expectations, now. Like how they were supposed to act in public, sitting and swimming close together, hands touching and tails brushing against each other’s.

They had to visit each other’s domains.

Kenma usually came to Hinata; he liked the surface, liked being able to sit on a rock and be warmed by the sun. So he usually came to Hinata. Not that the other merman minded, it seemed like Hinata thrived on being able to show his friend around the reef he called home, bringing him to his favorite rock to sun himself on.

So it was a shock the first time they swam down, down together, Hinata’s bright orange tail fading dark as they crossed to border into perpetual twilight. It was an odd thing, to Kenma. Hinata was always so bright and to see him down in the dark was… odd. His colors were muted and his skin was paler. Kenma, he was built to live down here. He looked right, just like everyone else who lived in this domain. Hinata was ethereal, he was different in a good way. It was obvious he didn’t belong down here, but that didn’t stop him from being beautiful.

Kenma smiled as Hinata looked around his castle in wonder.

“It’s so pretty, Kenma!” he said, swimming over to a small nurse shark to pet it. “She’s so pretty.”

Kenma swam after him. “That one’s a boy.”

“How do you know?”

“He has claspers, look.” Kenma points out the two extra appendages by the shark’s pelvic fins.

“Oh! Cool!”

Kenma flushed a little at Hinata’s smile, and he was thankful it was invisible in the absence of red light.

He was falling for his best friend, wasn’t he?

The first time Hinata realized it, actually realized he was developing feelings for his best friend-turned-husband, he freaked out.

“Kageyama, what do I do?!”

“What are you talking about, dumbass?” Kageyama asked. “Just tell him!”

“I can’t!” Hinata wailed.

“You’re already married!”

“But we married as best friends! If I say I love him now it’ll be weird!”

“Why?”

“I- ugh!” Hinata glared at Kageyama as he gestured. “I just will!”

Kageyama rolled his eyes. “Then don’t do anything. I don’t know what to tell you.”

Hinata groaned and flopped onto his bed. “You’re no help, Bakeyama.”

Kageyama snorted. “I don’t know why you thought I would be, dumbass.”

Hinata stuck his tongue out at Kageyama before grinning. “Ok, enough about me. How’s it going with you?”

Kageyama shrugged, and the two friends stayed like that for the rest of the night, just talking about anything and everything, and Kenma stayed just outside the room, watching Hinata glow.

Despite neither of them saying anything about their feelings, their relationship slowly changed. The closeness they showed only in public now bled into their private time.

They shifted closer, tails entwining as they sat on the rock they shared.

“Hey, Kenma?”

“Yeah?” Kenma looked over at Hinata, who was playing with the other’s hair.

“Why did you marry me?”

“You asked.”

Hinata huffed. “But why did you say yes?”

Kenma looked at him. “Shouyou, why are you asking me so suddenly? We’ve been married for almost four years.”

Hinata looked down. “Kenma…”

Kenma sighed. “I said yes because I wanted to marry you.”

“What?”

“Shou, I wanted to marry you. I loved you then.” He looked down. “I love you now…”

Hinata grinned. “I love you too!”

Kenma’s head snapped up. “Really?”

Hinata nodded. “Yes!” He tangled his hands in Kenma’s hair. “I’ve loved you for years.”

Kenma’s lips twitched in a smile. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Why didn’t you?” Hinata countered.

“I didn’t want… I didn’t want to lose you. Having you as a friend was better than not having you at all.”

Hinata flushed. “Oh. You wouldn’t have lost me. You’ll never loose me.”

“I know that now.” Kenma smiles and leans towards Hinata, hesitating only a second before connecting their lips.

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[realityextinct]

IwaDai/OiKuro Haikyuu Fantasy Exchange 2017 fanfic - Is This Really What You Call A Story? Shame On You!

Summary: This was done for a Fantasy Haikyuu Exchange 2017 The given creature was Werewolf and the couples chosen were Kuroo/Oikawa and Iwaizumi/Daichi. The triggers specifically asked for were no character death and NSFW themes were okay.The prompts suggested and chosen were:

1. Soulmate AU between different creatures: Character A falls in love with Character B who's trapped in a mirror -- how does A succeed in releasing B, and does B have malicious intent?

2. A scenario where character A and B are happily married, but one day character A is subjected to a terrible accident that will kill them, but in seconds to spare, a demonic creature appears before B, saying that A can be saved. B readily agrees, however in the process, they're transformed into some sort of creature, and whether or not A is left unscathed and remains human is up to you!

The prompts were not followed to a T and you will clearly see why.

Pairings: Iwaizumi/Daichi and Oikawa/Kuroo

Rating: PG-13

Status: Complete

Warnings: weird humor, angst, breaking the fourth wall, crack, abstractness/weirdness, fluff, nakedness

For @stirlingphoenix!

Word count: 1,276

In celebration of their second year anniversary, Iwaizumi decided to surprise Daichi with a trip to an amusement park. In 22 years of his life, Daichi has only been to an amusement park once and wanted to go there again for years, but never found the right time.

Overjoyed, Daichi looked like a little kid surrounded by all the rides, pointing to the next one for them to check out. And Iwaizumi smiled, happy to see his husband like this.

The celebration was a success.

Or so he thought.

With a promise of yummy homemade food, they were both hurrying down the street. Daichi clasped Iwaizumi's hand in one of his, while holding a teddy bear that he won in the other.

Grins and laughter died down the second a truck appeared what seemed out of nowhere, rushing at them at full speed.

Acting fast, Daichi pushed Iwaizumi on the sidewalk...and Iwaizumi watched his husband get hit by the truck in slow motion.

Everything around him died, all his senses blocked off. All he could see was Daichi's immobile body.

Iwaizumi was numb and motionless...no words left his lips...and he didn't realize that everything around them faded into white.

Iwaizumi did not care for anything else as he stood up slowly and carried his feet over to Daichi, cradling his beloved’s body to himself, silent tears rushing down his cheeks, hitting Daichi's forehead. Leaning over, Iwaizumi felt for a pulse...but there was none. The river of blood smeared his arms and legs, but he didn't care...he absentmindedly stared at the teddy bear in Daichi's hand.

How…was he going to live from now on..? They had an entire life ahead of them. Everything was perfect, the entire world was in the palm of their hands…and…this…

This…

"And this is where I appear and propose to revive your lover in exchange for...wait, what was it again?" a rustle of papers followed.

Iwaizumi blinked a couple of times and his facial expression changed from grief to annoyance just like that, turning his head abruptly to look at the perpetrator, "You ruined a perfect scene, Trashykawa!!"

Oikawa shrugged, throwing the papers on the sofa behind him. The sofa seemed to have appeared out of nowhere just like him. The papers accidentally hit a familiar ball of fur, receiving a startled "mew!!", followed by a glare at his offender. Oikawa was too preoccupied with the situation at hand to notice any of it though, "Hey now, the person this is being written for specifically asked for there to not be a death scene, we can't linger on the devastating part for too long so let's cut to the chase...I am a demon, you wanna revive the Karasuno captain or not?!"

"Idiot! We are 22 and married!" any second and Iwaizumi would set Oikawa's horns ablaze. Daichi, still in Iwaizumi's arms, peeked one eye open to watch the entire scene.

Oikawa gasped dramatically, looking back at the papers, "Did I read the wrong script?! Damn..." he pouted just as the offended kitty sent the papers on the ground, scattering them to Oikawa's chagrin, "Ah! Why did you do that, Kuroo?! This is the reason the author didn't choose us as the main pairing!! Bad kitty!"

"Well...the recipient likes Kuroo kitty too soo..." came Daichi's bored voice, receiving a "shh, you are supposed to be dead, for now!!" from Iwaizumi.

"Anyway, back to the matter at hand..." Oikawa's facial expression got serious and Iwaizumi’s expression changed too, "I can bring him to live in exchange for your soul!"

Iwaizumi couldn’t keep up the seriousness after that dramatic performance and sentence though, raising an eyebrow, "Can't you think of anything more original than that?"

Oikawa spread his arms dramatically, looking extra evil, "As a demon, I feed on souls!!" the evil facade was dropped as he looked back at Kuroo kitty, "Right, Kuroo?!" the kitty yawned and rolled over for a nap, finding this entire situation unamusing.

Iwaizumi sighed, shaking his head, deciding to move the plot along, "Of course, I agree to your conditions. But…"

"But?" the demon Oikawa raised an eyebrow.

"You take my soul when I am old," Iwaizumi's hold on Daichi tightened.

There was a short pause before Oikawa sighed in turn, his shoulders slumping, "Do we really need a happily-ever-after here too?"

"Yes!" came from both Daichi and Iwaizumi.

"Okay fine, be that way," Oikawa blurted out and snapped his two fingers.

The whiteness around them faded into a living room of an apartment. Iwaizumi recognized it as his and Daichi's. Daichi disappeared from his arms and there was no trace of his blood either. Buffled, Iwaizumi grabbed the teddy bear from the floor and stood up, looking back at demon Oikawa standing beside a full-body mirror, Daichi's silhouette trapped inside.

"Since you will make me wait so long for your soul, I have trapped Daichi inside the mirror!!" he laughed evilly.

Iwaizumi grumbled and as he stomped over to Oikawa and the mirror, kitty Kuroo noiselessly grabbed the teddy bear from Iwaizumi just as he passed, the human seeminly not noticing this and the miscieveous kitten grinned, snuggling back on the sofa, extra cozy with the teddy bear.

Finally face to face with Oikawa, Iwaizumi pointed at the mirror, "This goes against happily-ever-after!! And besides, did you forget?! The creature that was requested for this fic was not a demon, but a werewolf!!"

Oikawa let out an irritated groan, glancing at the spread papers again, aware he probably missed that bit too, still he stood his ground, "Does it matter?! You are the one ruining the story now! Let me and Kuroo take over!!"

"No!" both Iwaizumi and Daichi protested.

"Holy HELL are you two picky and stubborn..." reaching inside the mirror, as if into water, Oikawa grabbed hold of Daichi's hand and pulled him out.

When Daichi stepped out of the mirror, he had a tail and pointy ears, making him look like a werewolf, but otherwise was completely fit and unhurt. Looking himself over, he smiled at Iwaizumi and spread his arms for him to leap into. Iwaizumi wrapped his arms around Daichi's neck and kissed him deeply.

Oikawa leaned against the sofa with crossed arms, watching the scene before him, wondering if this was equivalent to a relationship between 'two creatures' exactly...and something else was on his mind too, and he voiced it, "...is this where we add NSFW content?"

"No."

Oikawa was startled by the unexpected voice behind him, looking back in time for a pair of arms wrap around his waist and pull him over the sofa.

A grinning naked Kuroo was leaning over him...and a light shade of red appeared on Oikawa’s face, "H-hey...you are supposed to be a kitty."

Kuroo smirked, "The author said that story was over so I can do whatever I want~" he wiggled his eyebrows.

"It's over already?! But...it was so short, random and pointless..." Oikawa took off the horns headband, tossing it into the pile of scattered papers, instantly receiving a relaxing massage from Kuroo.

"Something tells me that all of that was intentional," Kuroo purred, unbuttoning Oikawa's shirt.

Oikawa laughed and pulled him over, their lips inches away from each other, "Maybe you are right...let's hope whoever this is gifted to - they won’t hate it," and with that, they shared a kiss, Kuroo muttering "Happy Halloween" in-between.

The ideal atmosphere was short lasting as Daichi and Iwaizumi leaned over the sofa, spatting outraged, "Get a room you two!!"

And the author smiled warmly, tiptoeing out and shutting the door behind, waiting for wrath from the audience...or crickets. Even so, feeling content for writing this.

 The End.

[nikfehu]

For Eternity

Title: For Eternity Rating: General Pairing: Akaashi/Bokuto Characters: Akaashi, Bokuto, Oikawa, Kenma, Kuroo Tags: Fantasy AU, Modern AU, book store, vampire akaashi Summary: The sun had just started to set when Keiji got to the store. The fading sunlight felt warm on his skin, and it made him frown. Despite the long sleeve shirt, it still burned a little. One of the curses to being a vampire, he supposed. Though he guessed he couldn’t complain too much. Not having to sleep meant he got to spend more time with his love. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34851469

Written for Juke the HQ Halloween Exchange!

[shslshortie]

Guess who /FINALLY/ started on their Haikyuu!!Fantasy Exchange prompts….

(I also just really felt like drawing Kenna. Like I got the URGE while I was doing my hair, and I had to)

[accestwo]

Read this.  I love your work so much! This work is so sweet! I have the biggest smile on my face; Oikawa is such a dork :) Thank you so much @theauthorish​ for writing this piece for the exchange! I had a great time reading it :)

Pairing: Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru

Creatures: Grim Reaper/Ghost

Warnings: None

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Hello! So this is mmy gift for @accestii for the @fantasyhaikyuuexchange !!! I hope you like it!

[ragewerthers]

Cupids Kiss

Summary: Two gods share an early morning walk to practice.

A/n: This is for the @fantasyhaikyuuexchange​ I wrote this for @kiroiimye​ and I really hope you enjoy it my friend!  I loved getting to write these two and I was super excited when you said you’d like fluff!!!!  Hopefully this fic hits all the right notes! :D You can also read on AO3 at: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21276059

Word Count: 1185

--------------------------------- The cool, crisp air of an October morning made itself known in the frost that clung to the grass and leaves outside.  There was no denying that fall was swiftly moving into winter.  That the vibrancy and life of the other seasons was soon to fade into a quiet slumber as the final season took hold.

It was a cycle that everyone knew all too well.  The world was full of cycles.  The changing of seasons, night and day, life and death… all of them bringing something to a close and in return bringing something to its beginning.

No one knew of this cycle better than Asahi Azumane, though as he hid his nose into the scarf wrapped around his neck he couldn’t appreciate that fact.

You’d think you’d have gotten used to winter’s by now, Azumane.

You’ve definitely seen enough of them.

Another cold gust of air seemed to needle its way right through the jacket and sweater he was wearing, making him give another full body shiver.

That was the problem with these corporeal forms… they felt just a little too much.

“Asahi!  Asa, wait up!” a voice called out to him, stopping the taller man in his tracks.  He’d just been heading toward the Karasuno school grounds for an early morning training session and wasn’t expecting to meet up with any of his teammates just yet.

Turning to look over his shoulder, a vibrant smile greeted him and he couldn’t help giving a little smile in return.

“You’re running late again, Noya,” the taller brunette murmured, voice muffled by the scarf around his face, though his eyes showed nothing but warmth for the smaller man.

“It wasn’t my fault!  Honest!” the other replied energetically as he fell into step beside Asahi.  “I was passing by the park and there were these two guys… and their dogs leashes had gotten tangled!  What more of a sign did I need?!  You could just feel the chemistry betwe--,”

“You didn’t!  Nishinoya!  We aren’t supposed to meddle whenever we want like that!” Asahi chided quietly, glancing around nervously as he spoke so as to make sure that no one overheard him.

Noya waved a dismissive hand as he continued to walk, a playful smile on his face.  “I didn’t do what they weren’t planning to do already. I just… helped it along.  The gods would’ve wanted it that way,” he nodded.  “Besides, Aphrodite loves me!  She’ll see that I was merely doing a good deed and I’ll be fine.  You should’ve seen how smitten those two were!  They needed me.”

Asahi sighed in defeat and shook his head.  “Yeah… you get Aphrodite.  Meanwhile I have to contend with Hades.  Thankfully this is around the time Persephone gets to visit so he’s going to be in a slightly better mood.”  He shivered, remembering the last time he’d had to converse with the lord of the underworld.  It was difficult being a reaper.  Mostly because he was terrified of his boss.  To be honest, he actually found his work peaceful, helping to herald souls to their final resting place.  It wasn’t as glorious or light work as Noya had, but it was a job that he fulfilled and found purpose in.

Noya was one of the gods of love, or to be more accurate, the god of love.  His magic and power helped to bring people together whereas Asahi’s power drew them apart.  Noya’s magic started something new… his magic ended it.

Apparently his thoughts on the matter were growing too dark, as they sometimes did, because soon he found a smaller arm linking with his own.  Glancing to the side he saw Nishinoya’s eyes looking up at him, fierce yet gentle.

The taller man couldn’t help a little smile from appearing and sighed.  “Sorry, Noya,” he whispered, getting a small huff and a little squeeze to his arm for his troubles.

“You don’t have to apologize to me, Asa,” Nishinoya chided, turning his attention forward once more as they continued to walk to their destination.  “I’m sorry I made you worry.  I don’t like making you worry.”  The smaller man leaned his head against Asahi’s arm and for once, Asahi was glad for this human form and its ability to feel.

The weight of Noya’s head against his arm, the warmth seeping into his bones from the arm linked with his own, all of it went to his heart and made him relax in a way only Nishinoya ever seemed to be able to do.

Smiling gently he glanced around before ducking down and pressing a little kiss to the top of the smaller gods spiky hair, forgetting for a moment that his mouth was still covered with a thick woollen scarf.

Noya couldn’t help but laugh at the feeling and nuzzled his cheek into the reapers coat.  “You’re ridiculous, Asahi.  But I love you for it,” he chuckled.

“You love everything, Noya,” Asahi pointed out as they neared their destination, the sound of rambunctious volleyball players reaching their ears.

“Yeah, well… I love you most of all,” the libero said brightly, letting go of Asahi’s arm with one last little squeeze.  “Now… let’s get into practice.  You know how Daichi gets if we’re late!”

Asahi blanched at that and swallowed thickly.  The Karasuno third year could give Hades a run for his money in the ‘terrifying and imposing’ category.  “Oh gods… we d-don’t want that!” he stammered following behind Nishinoya as the smaller god made his way up the steps.

He was stopped from entering as Noya turned around on the top step, almost eye level now with Asahi himself and before the reaper could speak he found his scarf being lowered to reveal his face to the frigid cold.  But the chill didn’t last long as warm lips pressed against his own.  The warmth that instantly moved through his body took away any of the remaining tension he felt, his heart beating wildly in his chest.

Noya leaned back with a playful and sweet smile on his face, leaving Asahi a blushing mess on the lower steps.

“Wh-what…. What was that for?” Karasuno’s ace asked, bringing his fingers up to touch where Noya had just kissed him.

The god of love chuckled and smiled all the more.  “Just wanted to make sure you knew how much I really do love you.  And your scarf kiss from earlier just wasn’t enough,” he teased.

Asahi’s face flushed more, if it were possible, but the smile on his face was beaming as the pair entered the gymnasium.

“Now… do you think Aphrodite would be happy if I finally pushed Daichi and Suga in the right direction?”

“Noya!”

“What about Tsukki and Yamaguchi?  They need our help!”

“Wh-what do you mean ‘our help’?!  I help souls reach their final resting place!  I-I don’t make people fall in love!”

“I’m not sure Tsukki or Daichi will survive a kiss from their true love so I gotta make sure they have a friendly face to help them!”

Asahi groaned and shook his head.  This... was going to be a long practice.