Bonus Round 4: Official Art

[referees]

Bonus Round 4: Official Art

This round is CLOSED. Late fills can be posted, but they won't receive points.


Memorable canon moments, bizarre omakes, tantalizing magazine spreads—this is the round to explore them all. Bring out your screencaps, promotional art, and manga pages, and let's talk about what really happened.
Please read the rules carefully before posting!

RULES

• Submit prompts in the form of a canon screencap from one of our nominated fandoms along with a ship. Screencaps can be from an anime or manga, as well as any other kind of offshoot media, e.g. official art, drama CD covers, light novel illustrations, magazine covers, and/or caps from games. Doujinshi, fan-made games or any other fan-created work should not be prompted, even if you receive permission. Only prompt screencaps that are taken from a piece of canon media.
• Keep your prompt concise. Don't prompt a whole manga chapter, for example.
• Upload the cap somewhere (imgur works well) and post here with the images themselves or a link to them.
• Your prompt MUST include some kind of relationship. Platonic relationships are indicated by an "&" between the names (e.g., Riko & Momoi). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Riko/Momoi). Please don't say "Any pairing," either!
• Fill prompts by leaving a responding comment to the prompt with your newly-created work inspired by the cap.
• Fills can be directly connected to the cap, e.g. panel redraws or writing fic that fleshes out the moment that was capped or that fleshes out what happened directly before/after, but fills can also be more indirectly linked. As long as the work is somehow inspired by the cap, it counts.
• Remember to follow the general bonus round rules, outlined here.

FORMAT

Bonus round shenanigans all happen in the comments below. Brand-new works only, please.

Required Work Minimums:

• 400 words (prose)
• 400px by 400px (art)
• 14 lines (poetry)

There is no max work cap.

Format your comment in one of the following ways:

If PROMPTING:	If FILLING:	If FILLING as a TEAM GRANDSTAND participant:
PROMPT: TEAM [YOUR SHIP] Replace [YOUR SHIP] with the name of the team you belong to, including Grandstand or Sports Teams Write it exactly as it appears on the team roster or your team will not receive points Place the prompt's relationship in the first bolded line of the comment. Including the canon isn't required, but it's nice. To place an image in your comment, use this code: <img src="LINK TO YOUR IMAGE" /> Visual example	FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP], [RATING] Replace [YOUR SHIP] with the name of the team you belong to Write it exactly as it appears on the team roster or your team will not receive points Replace RATING with the rating of your fill (G - E) Place applicable major content tags and word count before your fill (when applicable) NSFW FILLS: Post written/text fills directly to the round with clear tags. Please link to art/visual fills. You can include a small safe-for-work preview if you'd like. To place an image in your comment, use this code: <img src="LINK TO YOUR IMAGE" /> Visual example	FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [RATING] Replace RATING with the rating of your fill, G - E, as explained in the rules Place applicable major content tags and word count before the fill, where applicable NSFW FILLS: Post written/text fills directly to the round with clear tags. Please link to art/visual fills. You can include a small safe-for-work preview if you'd like. To place an image in your comment, use this code: <img src="LINK TO YOUR IMAGE" /> Visual example

Posts not using this format will be understood to be unofficial discussion posts, regardless of what they contain. They, like all comments in this community, are subject to the code of conduct.

SCORING

These numbers apply to your team as a whole, not each individual teammate. Make as many prompts/fills as you want!

For prompts: 5 points each (maximum of 50 prompt points per team per round)

For fills:

First 3 fills by any member of your team: 20 points each
Fills 4-10: 10 points each
Fills 11-20: 5 points each
Fills 21+: 2 points each

All scored content must be created new for this round.

Etc.

If you're hunting through the prompts looking for what to fill, a good trick is to view top-level comments only.

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Comments

Re: FILL: Team Tachibana Makoto/Yamazaki Sousuke, T

[dandywonderous]

Awww, I really love this! Thanks for the fill!

FILL: TEAM IWAIZUMI HAJIME/OIKAWA TOORU, G

[araakita]

No major content warnings
Words: 678

notes: established manatou


"You're cool, Toudou-san."

"Huh?" Toudou looks up from his work, surprised at the sudden compliment. Not that it isn't true, or flattering to hear, but he doesn't know why Manami is saying the words so suddenly.

Toudou recovers from the initial surprise, and waves his hand in front of his face as if he's trying to dismiss the warmth of his cheeks that always, for some reason, seems to accompany Manami complimenting him, even when he knows in the back of his mind that Manami is trying to trick him into giving him money or breaks or to be let off easy when he's in trouble. "Well, of course I am! That much is obvious. Why are you saying it so suddenly, though?"

Manami shurgs. There's a smile on his lips, but not a genuine one. It's one that Toudou's learned to recognize as fake and strained these past few months. He doesn't like that smile. Not at all. "I don't know. I just... wanted to say it, I guess."

He frowns, wondering if there's more to it than that, if Manami is leaving something out. "Okay. Thanks, then. You're not so bad either, Manami. Not at my level yet, of course, but pretty close."

Manami laughs, and when he quiets down after a moment, Toudou thinks this is the end of this strange conversation. But then, he murmurs quietly, "It won't be the same without you."

"What?"

"You're incredible, Toudou-san. You're good at climbing and smart and popular, and you're really kind too." Then, barely a whisper, "I could never live up to that. You're amazing."

He takes a breath, feels the warmth of his cheeks again and the pounding of his heart. Still, he laughs, leaning closer to Manami and tapping his hand with his pen to draw his attention back to him instead of looking at his lap.

"Well, I do set a pretty high standard, don't I? I am your senpai, after all." He smiles, though, reaches over and pats Manami's shoulder. "You'll be fine, Sangaku. I wouldn't trust anyone but you to take up the role of Hakogaku's ace climber."

"Really?"

"Do I look like I'm lying?"

Manami smiles, leaning closer to him. "No, you don't."

"So it's the truth, then." Toudou nudges his shoulder. "Now quit worrying about that, okay?"

He nods, seeming a lot calmer than before, but still murmurs, "I'll miss you, Toudou-san."

Ah, so it's about this too, the sudden conversation isn't just Manami fearing what's to come next year and filling the shoes the third years leave.

Suddenly it all makes sense. With his own graduation drawing closer with each passing day, there won't be much opportunity for moments like this anymore--simple ones where they can do homework together, or ride together, or just talk.

Sometimes, he forgets that it's something that will happen sooner rather than later, doesn't like to think about that.

Of course he'll miss Manami too. There's no question about that. He likes Manami. A lot. They've been through that already, with awkwardly stumbled through confessions under the night sky, with kisses and holding hands and spending more time together ever since then. But this doesn't mean that everything is over--graduation is not an end.

"I'll miss you too," Toudou says, because of course he will. There's no way he won't. "But just because I graduate doesn't mean I'm going to disappear. I'm not going anywhere... not really, anyway, so don't think this changes anything!"

It's silent for a moment, but then Manami laughs. Toudou recognizes the smile on his lips, realizes it's a real one. "Right. Thanks, Toudou-san."

"Don't worry about any of that. Everything will be fine, of course!"

"Okay, I believe you."

Toudou laughs. "A wise decision. I'm not wrong very often."

Manami laughs too, and Toudou is happy to see the worry and uncertainty gone from his face.

He doesn't pull away when Manami takes his hand, their fingers curling together, and smiles as the quiet overcomes them and he looks back at the homework laid out before him.

FILL: TEAM AKAASHI KEIJI/BOKUTO KOUTARO, T

[reffieisred]

im never writing again

warning for arakita's mouth

word count: 429

_____

Onoda's voice had stalled in his throat, and he found himself almost unable to breath. He managed it, though, despite trembling lips and fingers. He sucked in that valuable breath, and slowly craned his head down in order to look at the other.

"A-Arakita-san...." He choked back a sob, his eyebrows drawing together, his voice close to breaking. "Arakita-san, please, say something, please--"

Arakita's eyes were closed, his head was tilted back, against the pavement. Peaceful... wasn't the right word for it, but it was pretty damn close. Maybe.... resigned? Like he has given up. That might be... more accurate, because it's closer to the truth.

Arakita Yasutomo had given up.

There was only so much effort he could put forward towards this entire situation, only so much of his energy he could spare in favor of attempting victory. "I'm.... sorry, Onoda-chan. Tell Fuku-chan I'm sorry too..." Onoda was close to tears again, and he grabbed the fabric of Arakita's shirt tightly.

"N-No, no, please, Arakita-san, don't give up. Pl-Please!" He was getting hysterical, almost, lips pulling into a worried smile as he babbled. "You can make it, you really c-can, pl-please--" All Arakita did was shake his head, which was worrying in itself-- no retaliation, just.... calmness. It was horridly unnatural, and it made Onoda's panic even worse. "Get up, please."

Arakita merely shook his head, and smiled, his head turning to the side as he opened his eyes slightly. "I'm fine here, Onoda-chan. I've.... lost. I've fuckin' lost, and there's nothing I need to do about it anymore."

"It's n-not your fault. It c-could have happened to anyone, you d-didn't know it would end up like this. You c-couldn't have known, pl-please, d-don't give up! Fukutomi-san is still trying as hard as he can, he still believes, he still believes he can--"

"Don't you see?" There was edge to Arakita's voice this time, surrounded by pain. "There.... isn't any point to giving a shit anymore, Onoda-chan. I tried." He closed his eyes back, and he was once again looking peaceful and reserved. Onoda felt his heart break in half, and he slowly let go of his grip on Arakita's shirt. "....I can fuckin' move on now.... y'know?"

Onoda breathed out tearless sobs for a couple moments, then he really did let out a--

Sluuuuushoop.

Fukutomi took his arm out of the soda machine, standing up straight, the cold can firm in his grasp. He looked at it, then to Arakita lying on the hot pavement, then back to the can. "I got it out."

"FUCKING FINALLY."

Re: FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G.

[aeglos]

I LOEV YOU

He loved volleyball, loved it to death, but not to the extent Oikawa did; he only realized it after coming back for something he had left in the locker room and seeing Oikawa still practicing in the gym late into the night. Yahaba stayed near the door with his bag slung over his shoulder and watched the serve that always had his eyes trailing after it.

IM DYNGI

FILL: Team Tachibana Makoto/Yamazaki Sousuke, G

[capsoumako]

Word Count: 105 // 25-28 lines
No major warnings apply.
A/N: I hope you don't mind a poem? :> Aone and Hinata to me are like that that "unstoppable force and immovable object" paradox, so I wanted to get a little abstract with it ^^;;

What happens when,
an unstoppable force
meets an immovable object?

The obvious guess is
they collide
and the damage is
innumerable.

Aone, is an immovable wall
His height, tall and daunting
His stance, solid and strong

Hinata, is an unstoppable force
His height, small and laughable
His stance, determined and proud

A mutual challenge accepted
To break through an iron wall
To stop a human bullet

The aftermath should be
catastrophic
but reality is unpredictable

His offered handshake
a sign of camaraderie
good sportsmanship
a new friend

What happens when,
an unstoppable force
meets an immovable object?

Maybe the answer is
not much at all.

x-o-x-o-x

Re: FILL: TEAM AOYAGI HAJIME/TESHIMA JUNTA, G

[fabflyingfox]

I really love this and I'm so gay ;A; <3

Re: FILL: Team Aoyagi Hajime/Teshima Junta, G

[fabflyingfox]

MMMMFAV

I love your art style kadmsfklsma <3

FILL: Team Akashi Seijuurou/Nijimura Shuuzou, G

[winterstuck]

Gif warning

Sorry this is so late but at least I finished it before the round ended?

it's been so long since I last made a comic gif please excuse the rusty timing and possibly ooc dialogue orz

Re: FILL: TEAM AKAASHI KEIJI/BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU, T

[fabflyingfox]

skfdjfklaml this is so important to me.

I'm clutching my chest because look at how you incorporated Konoha, my owl child. And your characterization of Akaashi and Bokuto is so spot on I'm.

Thank you <3

Re: FILL: Team Tachibana Makoto/Yamazaki Sousuke, G

[fabflyingfox]

I'M SCREAMING LEVHINA I LOVE

FILL: TEAM IWAIZUMI HAJIME/OIKAWA TOORU, G

[araakita]

No major content warnings
Words: 511

"It's a nice shirt, Shin-chan."

"Of course it is."

"Oh, and why's that?"

"Because--" Midorima's cheeks turn almost as red as the shirt in Takao's hands, and he pushes up his glasses, what Takao has realized is a tic by now. "No reason. It's just nice."

"So, why was Kuroko buying me a shirt again?"

"I told you, I ran into him at the store and he pointed out a shirt that he thought you'd like, so we bought it."

"Are you sure that we isn't code for I?"

"Shut up, Takao."

He laughs, clutching his stomach. It's funny to see Midorima get flustered over something as simple as this--over buying a shirt and not wanting to admit that maybe it was him that bought it for Takao rather than the story he's trying to sell.

It's kind of cute, too, Takao thinks with a grin.

Midorima clears his throat after a moment, finally looks back over at Takao, probably hoping that his cheeks are no longer so red. (They still are, much to Takao's delight.) "What makes you think I would buy you a shirt of my own free will?"

"Oh my god, don't make it sound like someone forced you to, Shin-chan." He laughs again, though. "I have my reasons, of course."

"You're insane."

"Am I?"

Takao considers it a success when he sees the brief upward quirk of Midorima's lips--a smile, a laugh. One that's there because of him. "I realize it more and more everyday."

"Maybe you're rubbing off on me, then? You know, because of all the time we spend together."

Midorima groans. "Absolutely not. If anything, it's the opposite."

Takao grins. "Wow, Shin-chan, is this a compliment? Does this mean you're becoming more bearable to be around because of little old me?"

"Takao..."

He laughs, waving his hand dismissively. "Anyway, I might have received a tip that you were, in fact, at the store yesterday, trying to decide what to buy me."

Midorima splutters, and there's a few different flashes in his eyes in that moment.

1. Embarrassment that he's been discovered.

2. Realization that someone must have told.

3. Annoyance that it was probably--and definitely was--Kuroko, who he thought he could trust.

Takao thinks back to the text he had received from Kuroko the day before--I ran into Midorima-kun at the store today. He was trying to buy you something. I may have helped.and grins.

"Kuroko is lying."

"When did I ever say it was Kuroko?"

Midorima frowns, realizing he's been caught in a trap. "Well... you needed a new shirt and I thought it looked nice."

He laughs, leaning closer. "Yeah? I think so too. Thanks for the thought, Shin-chan. I'll make sure to repay the favor."

"What are you--?"

Takao leans closer across the bench they're seated at, and presses a kiss to Midorima's lips. He pulls away, quickly, before Midorima can react, or get angry for kissing him in a public place, and runs away laughing, the new shirt clutched tightly within his grasp. "Thanks again, Shin-chan! See you around!"

"Takao--!"

[winterstuck]

I'm really happy you like it!

Re: FILL: Team Tachibana Makoto/Yamazaki Sousuke, G

[fabflyingfox]

Cap this makes me really happy I don't know how to thank you. ;A;

I love poetry;,;.;,;.;,;.

Re: FILL: Team Akashi Seijuurou/Nijimura Shuuzou, G

[psiten]

I WILL NOW COMMENCE DYING!!! I'm totally sitting at my booth at Otakon, and I just saw the notification, and I am *grinning like a fool* because that is just so damn perfect. I love love love how bratty Echizen is, and how cocky Atobe is. <3 <3 <3.

Yes. Perfect. This is perfect.

Thank you forever.

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G.

[intricacies]

no major content warnings; 482 words.
sorry about this fill ><;!

—

It wasn’t rare to see Kasamatsu being friendly, if Kise were honest—he was captain of the Kaijou team and he was sociable, so Kise wasn’t particularly surprised Kasamatsu was immediately friendly with the Seirin third years. This type of meet-up was rare anyway. Kise didn’t remember who had organized this renew-the-neighborhood event for Seirin and Kaijou, but it felt satisfying. Kise could turn and someone would wave him down for something that they needed to get done, and that was far more than enough for him.

He truly did belong to Kaijou.

For a while, all the tasks distracted him well enough: please paint this part of the wall, please weed out this part of the park, please go fetch some drinks for everyone. He came back with an abundance of drinks in the bags he was carrying and started distributing them, first to the Seirin team and then his own. Only after he had given Kasamatsu his pocari did it set in.

Well, Kasamatsu was never that friendly with him, was he? Their relationship was marked by Kasamatsu routinely punching and kicking Kise out of annoyance, and Kise was usually fine with that. After all, underneath all the violence, Kise knew that Kasamatsu trusted him as a Kaijou player. Even that thought, though, was not enough to make the uneasiness in his gut settle as he watched Kasamatsu make conversation with a Seirin member (Kiyoshi, was it?).

Kise went off on his own for a little bit, nursing the bottle in his hands.

“Kise-kun.”

Kise jumped upon hearing Kuroko’s voice suddenly beside him, placing a hand on his chest to calm his heart as he tilted his head up to look at Kuroko standing beside him.

“Kurokocchi, don’t scare me like that!”

“I’m sorry, Kise-kun. But if you’re concerned about your captain, why don’t you just talk to him?”

That was a good option, if Kise were honest… Except he could only picture Kasamatsu hitting him out of annoyance.

“He’ll just hit me, though!”

“Then he just hits you.”

“So mean, Kurokocchi!” Kise whined before sighing and getting up to toss his empty bottle into the nearest trash. He couldn’t deny the idea of trying to get Kasamatsu’s attention now was still tempting, but he also didn’t want to do that kind of thing within Seirin’s view while the two teams were together.

Only then did Kasamatsu come over, looking like he was only a split second away from kicking the daylights out of Kise.

“Hey, Kise! Why are you taking a break here!?” Kasamatsu asked, and Kise could read the irritation in his tone. “We need you over there. Follow me before I drag you over.”

Even if the words were harsh, Kise could feel his spirit lifting. Kise gave a nod and just trailed after Kasamatsu.

Kasamatsu had noticed him missing after all, and that was more than enough.

FILL: TEAM AKAASHI KEIJI/BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU, G

[aeglos]

no archive warnings apply. lapslock.
402 words




karasuno--and kageyama, especially--they’re all freakish and weird in their intensity, with chips on their shoulders the size of the sun. that crazy-fast quick is nothing hajime’s ever seen, and he aches to try it, to jump that high and spike that hard. even after seeing that little #10 soar, hajime winces when he lands.

mid-match, with his jersey already sweaty and a familiar ache in his legs, hajime watches oikawa twirl the ball in his hands.

hajime can’t quite do what they do--but if he could keep his eyes shut midair, he’d spike oikawa’s toss. he’d do it every time, every day. it’s not like he doesn’t believe in him any less.




takahiro doesn’t get what the problem is. it’s unfair, when he considers how hard seijou’s worked and how much sweat he’s poured into this game. he watches hajime pummel the ball to the ground on the opposite court and it’s frustrating, tiring, how it doesn’t land. karasuno is troublesome.

he doesn’t like relying on oikawa’s service ace. none of them do: it’s makes him powerless, a little less capable of helping his team out when he clearly can. oikawa’s jump serve elongates his lean legs, head tilted back as he chases their little moment of glory, and the weight on his shoulders is one that takahiro aches to share.





wing spikers are afraid of walls. issei can see it in the way kindaichi jumps, in the way new players are hesitant to soar--and it’s the fear that’s subverted in the graceful, sleek attacks hanamaki and iwaizumi give. in the way that, sometimes, karasuno’s #3 will power the ball with a brute force like a gunshot.

when you’re part of that wall, it’s different. seijou’s defense, its castle, is built up of issei’s limbs and his hands, in his ability to read people. he coaches his underclassmen when he can, and makes sure that the gap between seijou and their opponents is never too hard to overcome.

but even with his hands at the ready, issei can’t help himself but watch the way oikawa leaps into the air after the ball, jump serve streaking sweet and sharp across the court, over the net.




they all seek glory, in the end, but the bottom line is that there’s only ever one victor in a match. their trust doesn’t chain him down. to tooru, their trust boosts him higher up into the air.

FILL: Team Tachibana Makoto/Yamazaki Sousuke, G

[capsoumako]

Word Count: 400 words
No major warnings apply.
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Who was he?

Kenma wondered as he tapped away on his phone, trying to fake the air of being “occupied”. He was tempted to shift away, but that would attract the stranger’s attention. He slightly leaned forward, but his hair got in the way of his eyes and screen. He anxiously brushed his hair back and tucked it behind his ear, hoping the slight movement was unnoticed.

It was.

The boy was stretching and looking out onto the streets wondering where so-and-so were.

Did he not notice he was right there?

All for the better, then? Kenma wondered.

But still…

The boy with orange hair suddenly straightened up and Kenma stiffened. Was he going to talk to him? Was he just going to leave without saying anything? That’s kind of rude, but at the same time it would save Kenma from having to enter into a discussion with the stranger and –

Orange eyes.

They blinked slowly at him before they closed as the stranger smiled brightly at him.

“Hi!”

Kenma’s grip on his phone slackened, but he never would drop it that would be unfortunate, before he held onto it tightly and he could feel his palms getting sweaty.

The stranger’s smile did not wane as he pointed at what was on his screen, excitedly blathering away about if he was playing a game or something.

Right.

“Uhm.”

“Oh! My bad! I’m Hinata Shouyou!” He backed away and scratched the back of his neck embarassed, as if suddenly realizing how strong he was coming on.

But it was nice.

Different.

“…Kozume Kenma, but you can call me Kenma…”

Despite his lowered voice, Hinata heard him and hovered around him again.

Since Kenma had no idea where he was, and Hinata didn’t seem put off by his personality and demeanor, he decided he would indulge him (only a little bit) and shifted over making room for Hinata to sit down.

They continued to talk about his game, Kenma even letting him play for a bit, before Kuroo found them.

He had to say his goodbyes, but after glancing at Hinata’s shirt and catching the familiar name of the same team they were set to play against tomorrow. He knew this wasn’t the last time he would hear or see Hinata again and Kenma felt a spark of excitement and thrill at that.

This was different.

This was new.

This was nice.

FILL: TEAM AKAASHI KEIJI/BOKUTO KOUTARO, E

[reffieisred]

SIN SIN SIN SIN IM SORRY I AM SORRY MY MIND IS IN HTE GUTTER

warnings for: sexual content, traces of d/S relationship, mention of bondage

word count: 467

_____

A gasp left Sugawara's lips, and his eyes fluttered shut as Oikawa ran his tongue lightly over the soft skin of Suga's thigh, his fingers grasping his ankles.

"You're being really good for me, aren't you, Koushi?" Oikawa was smiling, serenely, peacefully, like he wasn't currently leaning over Sugawara's naked and straining body, like he hadn't tied the other's hands to the bedpost, like Suga's legs weren't thrown over his shoulder. It was so deceptively innocent and calm and controlled. Sugawara's dick twitched, noticeably, and Oikawa leaned up, his eyes flickering down to look at his cock. "Hmm~?"

Suga's chest heaved again, and his hands balled into fists-- he knew this was on purposed, Oikawa not touching him, just watching him. He tugged just a bit at the holds on his wrists, licking his dry lips when they didn't budge in the slightest. "Ah, ah. You know better than that. No resisting." Sugawara's eyes opened, focusing back on Oikawa. The room was dimly lit, but lit just enough so he could make out the shadowed outlines of Oikawa's muscles and the curve of his dick in his underwear.

His musing was cut short, though, when he felt Oikawa's lube-slicked fingers press against his hole-- he gasped again, a breathy moan, and his back arched towards Oikawa's single finger. "Do you want me to stop, Koushi?"

"Ah, you know the answer to that, don't you?" Sugawara smiled, his head cocked to the side, knowing how much his occasional mouthiness hit Oikawa, how much it affected him-- and the reaction obvious when he felt that finger inside of him push to the knuckles suddenly. He bit back his moan, though, tilting his chin up. "A-Ah...."

"Hmm, maybe you're not being good for me." Oikawa's finger was joined by another one almost too quickly, stretching Sugawara almost painfully, but he didn't let it show the best he could. His arms strained, though, and the muscles in his abdomen noticeably tightened. That's all Oikawa needed though, to know that this was working, so he curled those fingers extreeeeeeemely slowly, drinking in each keen of Suga's ass back towards his fingers. "I told you to be loud, for me. And you're so quiet."

It was taking all of Sugawara's noticeable strength, all the control in every inch of his body, to not cry out at every move of Oikawa's skillful fingers-- it took even more control for him to lean his head up, sweat sticking the curly locks of his silvery hair to his forehead as he matched Oikawa with a delightfully flushed smile on his kiss-swollen lips.

"Maybe you're not fucking me hard enough for me to be loud, Tooru."

(Sometimes, Oikawa swore he didn't know which one of them was the sadistic one.)

Fill: Team Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke Rated: E

[iwaizumemes]

Sexual content!

510 words

“You’ve really changed, Oikawa-san.” Yahaba breathed as Oikawa rolled his hips again, his long fingers digging into Yahaba’s ass. Yahaba pushed up, moving them over on the bed until Oikawa was flat on his back and Yahaba was straddling him. He pushed Oikawa’s hair off his forehead and smiled down at him.

“I don’t think I’ve changed that much.” Oikawa said, smiling back.

Yahaba leaned down and kissed the side of his neck, moving his hands until they were pressed against his chest, and then dragging downward, trailing down the sides of his ribs with teasing slowness.

“You never would have let me take control like this before.” Yahaba said, before wiggling low enough to suck a nipple into his mouth. Oikawa gasped and his hands tightened on Yahaba’s ass in response.

“You’re just so forceful.” Oikawa replied, the last of his words turning into a groan as Yahaba’s hand met his crotch and palmed him through his underwear. Oikawa was hard already, and had been for some time judging by the jolt of his hips at the contact. He was almost begging for it and Yahaba intended to make him beg out loud.

“Do you like this?” Yahaba asked as he slid his hand inside and grabbed Oikawa’s cock. Oikawa didn’t answer, but he bit his lip in a way that made Yahaba want to roll his own hips against him if only for the friction.

He scooted down, pulling Oikawa’s underwear with him and Oikawa shivered. He wondered if it was from the cold or how it felt to have Yahaba’s hands on his thighs. He spread Oikawa’s legs and moved until his mouth was hovering over Oikawa’s erect cock.

“You didn’t answer my question.” Yahaba said, smiling. At his voice Oikawa looked down, and the flush on his cheeks was remarkably attractive.

“What?” He said.

Yahaba pressed a soft kiss to the side of his cock, avoiding the head and not touching it with his hands. “Do you like this?” He asked again and Oikawa nodded.

“Say it out loud, I want to hear you. I want you to beg me.” He moved his head, flipping his hair slightly and kissed the other side.

“You’re so needy, Yahaba-chan.” He tried to sound coy, his normal teasing voice, but it was rough and shaky, needy in a way Yahaba loved to hear from him.

“Maybe I am.” He said, and sat up. He rested his hands on Oikawa’s thighs but avoided his cock entirely now.

“What--what are you doing?” Oikawa asked, and he looked scandalized.

“I asked you to do something for me, but if you can’t even do that I’m not sure how I’m supposed to respond.” Yahaba put on his sweetest smile, the smile only rivaled by Oikawa’s own and wondered if the man beneath him knew who he learned it from.

“Oh, fine! I want you, please, touch me please!”

Yahaba laughed and bent down again. “Yes, sir.” He responded before wrapping his lips around the cock in front of him and sucking him in.

Re: FILL: Team Fukutomi Juichi/Kinjou Shingo; T

[squid_senpai_chan]

Pervy Tetsu is my spirit animal yesss.
10/10 this is perfect~ TY so much for filling!

FILL: TEAM Aoyagi Hajime/Izumida Touichirou, G

[luckycricket33]

no major content warnings
additional tags: d... death mention? family mention.
word count: 487
I basically Had To Write This, it completes a set with my other fills so nicely. I hope it's silly enough.


Naruko couldn’t see the way Kinjou’s broke when they first brought him into the med tent. But when they first brought him into the med tent, Naruko couldn’t see shit.

Kinjou sat himself down near Naruko’s head in quiet contemplation. His polarized sport shades were useless in the darkness of the tent, but without prescription lenses the world went fuzzy around him. He was able to monitor Naruko’s limp, dehydrated form better from a spot close enough for him to distinguish his blurred facial features from one another. Kinjou got the chance to fret over the state of the team and mourn what he assumed were Naruko’s broken dreams (hadn’t he overheard the first years make some bizarre pact to cross the finish line together? They knew nothing of harsh realities, but he admired them all the more for their childish goals) for all of three minutes, before Naruko began to talk.

“Captain Shades,” Naruko mumbles. Kinjou whipped his head around. Naruko’s eyes were still covered with a wet cloth.

“If it’s you, this must really be… the end.” Was he delirious?

“Tell mom and dad I love them. And Sakura and Kyou…” and Kinjou couldn’t hear as Naruko listed off the names of his remaining siblings. He leaned in to try to catch the soft humming of the words that couldn’t quite manage to leave Naruko’s lips.

“Naruko, listen…” he began.

“Just you and me now, huh, Captain beefcake,” Naruko said, with renewed articulation.

“What did you call me? Anyway, Naruko, we’re not dead.”

“I wish you could have seen it, at least,” he continued, blatantly ignoring Kinjou. “I was… so cool.”

At that, Kinjou smiled fondly. “I don’t doubt it one bit.”

“I know hotshot and Onoda were your favorites,” Naruko plowed on, oblivious. “Go figure when I do something cool, you’re not around to watch it.”

Woah woah, what? Kinjou thought. Had he been playing favorites that badly? Imaizumi and Onoda were just the kind of people who needed more gentle nudging and he’d thought- Naruko didn’t react well to authority- Tadokoro had it taken care of—

“I never got the chance,” Naruko muttered, “you would have been so impressed if you were there, Captain gorgeous,” and Kinjou’s heart broke a little more. This kid had just been trying to impress him. He didn’t even register the new nickname.

“With your big pretty eyes and your… sunglasses… back muscles,” Naruko started to lose coherence again. A single tear (or more likely sweat, but Kinjou was in a sentimental mood, and recovering from heat exhaustion himself) slid down the side of Naruko’s face, from under the damp towelette that covered his eyes.

Kinjou leaned in, even though he doubted Naruko would be able to hear him. “Listen, Shoukichi-kun,” he said. “I already admire your drive so much. Never give up.” Kinjou sat up again, straightening his back. “Also, like I said, it’s not over yet.”

Re: Fill: Team Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke Rated: E

[megginee]

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like...rly....8)))))))))

FILL: TEAM Matsuoka Rin/Ryuugazaki Rei, PG

[dandywonderous]

Words: 1486
Warnings: Stripping? Otherwise none
A/N: I went with RinRei for this I'm sorry I'm insatiable lol

“Stripping is not beautiful.”

Weeks ago, that was what he had insisted on. But Nagisa had wheedled, and wheedled, and wheedled, until Rei finally agreed to go with him, just once. It was a life experience they needed to have, according to Nagisa, so they trooped together to a club downtown, Rei hoping desperately that no one from work would see him.

They went in, sat at a table near the front of the building. A lot of the people watching were women in tiny outfits, who cheered the strippers on while giggling at the inappropriateness of being there. Rei wasn’t sure what made him more out of place, his gender or his relatively classy, unrevealing clothing.

Unlike his polo and slacks, Nagisa was wearing a flashy t-shirt and tight jeans, a leather jacket tossed casual across his chair. He seemed much more fitting as he cheered for the dancers, waving money around teasingly and giggling when one of the strippers blew him a kiss from on stage. “I think that one likes me, Rei-chan!”

“Mmhm,” replied Rei distractedly, glancing around to make sure no one was recognizing him. He wasn’t particularly enjoying any of this – not even the drink he’d bought was helping.

“Don’t be boring, Rei-chan,” huffed Nagisa, flopping back down in his seat. “Watch the dancers! Aren’t they beautiful?”

“They aren’t,” he replied smoothly, and Nagisa rolled his eyes and went back to watching. And Rei stood firmly by that assessment, until he came on.

He was wearing a fake policeman’s uniform, complete with hat, and he walked out slowly to a sensual pop song Rei had never heard. He moved with precise, fluid movements to the music, all alone on stage and owning it. He moved closer to the audience, hips gyrating smoothly in time, and Rei found he couldn’t take his eyes off him.

He was gorgeous.

Rei watched, enraptured, as he hopped off the stage, moving into the crowd to an eruption of cheers. He moved to different women in the crowd, giving them second-long lap dances or moving close as though to kiss them before pulling away. Women shoved bills into the waistband of his pants to encourage him.

And then he turned and came toward their table. Rei felt his heart jump into his throat in shock. The man grinned at him, right at him, and his grin was sharp, teasing, but oddly inviting. He locked eyes with Rei, and Rei’s vision was filled with bright red, full of life and soul and focused all on him.

He couldn’t breath.

The stripper stopped at their table finally, dancing seductively in front of them. After a moment, he took off his hat, freeing a long, red ponytail, and put the hat on Rei’s head, leaning in so close as he did it that Rei could feel his breath, hot against his cheek.

Rei could have fainted.

And then the moment was over. The dancer was gone, back on stage, pulling off his shirt and freeing his hair from its ponytail as Rei watched. His muscles were absolutely delicious. Rei was impressed by just how fit he was.

He’d hoped to see more, but that was as far as the dancer got before his routine was over, and he disappeared backstage while other dancers took their turn. He felt an overwhelming sense of disappointment, but it dissipated when he reached up and felt the hat still sitting on his head.

Nagisa was giggling, and had been for a while. “At least close your mouth, Rei-chan!”

Rei closed it with a snap, blushing furiously. “H-how long was I doing that…?”

“Pretty much the whole time,” replied Nagisa cheerfully, and Rei groaned and yanked the hat down to hide his face. The most beautiful man he’d ever seen had come right up to him, and he had gaped like a fish. How not beautiful. How embarrassing.

“I take it you liked that dancer, huh, Rei-chan?” asked Nagisa, and Rei could only sigh.

…

This was the fifth time he’d been back since the first time with Nagisa. He’d been alone those times, like he was then, and he hoped no one had found out about his once-a-week excursions to the strip club.

He still didn’t find the other dancers particularly enticing (though he had grown a profound appreciation for what they were able to do, as an art form), only that one. He knew now that his name was Rin (no last names, though, for the protection of the dancers) and that he was a crowd favorite. He’d seen other dances of his, in a variety of outfits, and he’d gotten to see his toned legs as well as his arms and torso.

Every part of him was beautiful, and Rei was finding himself insatiable.

He sat close to the stage now, and he’d put several bills now in Rin’s pants, blushing every time. He didn’t try to talk to him or anything, tried not to bother him, because he surely didn’t want to be bothered and probably liked women anyway. He just wanted to watch, and maybe indulge the occasional fantasy, the occasional dream that Rin the dancer appeared at his house, pulling off his clothes just for Rei this time.

When the show was over, he went to clear his tab at the bar. He’d trailed behind most of the other patrons and was the last to walk to the door, nodding to the bartender as he left.

When he rounded the corner to the exit, he saw a figure leaning on the wall right by the door, and his heart stopped.

He had to be dreaming.

Rin grinned at him, smoothing back his hair idly with a hand. He was wearing a white t-shirt and jeans, a jacket folded over his arm, and the casual clothing made him look different, down-to-earth, but no less beautiful.

For a moment, Rei hesitated, and then he shook himself out of his trance. There was no way Rin was waiting here for him - maybe his friends were still backstage, or he was waiting for the bartender, anything else. Rei was, after all, just a random patron, and this was just a coincidence.

He nodded politely at Rin and started to walk past him, only to stop when he felt a hand touch his arm lightly.

“Hey.”

Now he knew he must be dreaming. This is how some of them started, after all. Rei stopped, turning back to Rin and hoping he didn’t look too dumbfounded.

“Um. Hi?”

Maybe he was imagining it, but Rin looked a little nervous as he smiled back at him, pushing his hair back again. “So some of the other guys are starting to call you my fanboy. I’ve never really had a regular before.”

Rei wondered how that could possibly be, how anyone who saw him dance once wouldn’t want to keep coming back. Instead, he said, “I watch the others, too.”

“Yeah, but they all notice you’re more interested in me.” He shrugged, looking away a little, like he was nervous that he might be wrong. He was much more bashful than Rei had imagined, but it only made him more endearing.

“Anyway, I guess I just wanted to meet my biggest fan,” he continued, turning back and smiling at Rei. His smile made Rei feel weak in the knees. “I’m Rin, but I guess you know that.”

“I’m Rei. Rei Ryugazaki,” he answered quickly. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you, too.”

They stood awkwardly in the hall for a moment, then Rin tilted his head a little and said, “You’re not a psycho or anything, right?”

Rei gaped. “Huh!?”

“I mean, you don’t look like one, but I have to be careful, right?” He laughed, like he was teasing, but Rei couldn’t stop blushing.

“N-no. I mean, I admit that I’m very… attracted to you, but I promise, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or-“

“It’s fine, it’s fine.” Rin waved his hand. “I just wanted to know, because you’re, uh… you’re really cute.”

He slipped his hand up to his neck, looking away again. Rei hoped that if this was a dream, no one would wake him up.

“Rin-san,” he ventured, slowly, not sure what the protocol was for asking a stripper a question like this. “If… if this isn’t an inappropriate question, I was just wondering if you would… if you would please…”

“Join you for dinner?” Rin supplied.

“Yes. Join me for dinner.”

“Okay,” Rin agreed, and now he was blushing, which was ridiculous, because Rei didn’t see how he was getting anything out of this deal. “I’d like that.”

“Then let’s go. My treat.”

They went. They had a great time. And as Rei kissed Rin goodnight outside his apartment for the first time, he thought that he was going to have to tell Nagisa thank you.

Re: FILL: TEAM AOYAGI HAJIME/TESHIMA JUNTA, G

[fabflyingfox]

I took my time to read this, because, well, panic attacks.

And I'm

I love how you wrote this. I love the focus you put on Suga and Asahi and Daichi being able to communicate with them so well I just.

[holds your hands and noses] Thank you <3

FILL: TEAM AKAASHI KEIJI/BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU, G

[megginee]

Major Tags: None :)
Word Count: 545


This is rly dumb I'm sorry but he looked like he just got caught peeping on someone in that pic




Yahaba Shigeru feels like he is several things, including a high school student who earns standard if not good grades; tall, for a Japanese boy of 16; a friend to animals, especially his two cats and dog; and overall a nice person who doesn’t particularly go looking for trouble. Of the several core schemas that make up his personality, he wouldn’t say “being a pervert” is anywhere amongst them.

His own convictions about himself do nothing to convince his teammates.

Shigeru could say the whole thing is Oikawa’s fault. He’d asked him to look over the game tapes of another team before their practice match, since he’s training him to become the captain and all. He’d felt obliged to agree, though phrasing it in such a way makes it sound like more of a chore, which it isn’t, other than struggling with the weight of his fear of not living up to Oikawa’s expectations.*

*and other feelings (“Yahaba, I’m counting on you!” and a smile that makes something in his chest tingle and he has to manually restart his breathing)

So he’s tired. After practice, even more so. He zones out in the middle of putting on his socks, gets one on and decides to take a break from the monumental effort. Oikawa pulling off his shirt isn’t a thing he’s watching so much as something that’s happening in front of his eyes. Shigeru isn’t actually taking it in, but he’s assumed to be anyway.

“See something you like, Yahaba?” It’s Matsukawa who notices, and it occurs to Shigeru later that he should have thrown something back at him about looking around places he wasn’t necessarily supposed to instead of faltering.

Shigeru answers without looking up yet. “Huh?”

Oikawa turns around as he tugs his shirt down over his stomach, and Shigeru does catch the last glimpse of tan skin over the waistband of his pants before it disappears. The rest of the image he’d seen but hadn’t registered plays at four times speed in his memory now, and he goes red. “Wh— I wasn’t— I just—” He looks helplessly between the faces of his teammates. Even Watari is smiling at him, the traitor.

“Mattsun, Mattsun,” Oikawa begins, clapping a hand down on the taller boy’s shoulder. “Didn’t you know today was Ogle Your Captain Day?” He winks at Shigeru, who fights down any further blush rising in his cheeks.

Iwaizumi snorts and turns back to his locker. Hanamaki crosses his arms, saying with a grin, “If it were up to you, that would be every day.”

“I think we should make it a real thing!” Oikawa continues, unperturbed. “Especially since we have such a cute captain now. Every 27th of the month is Ogle Your Captain today. Return all that love to your captain that he gives to you.” He moves over behind Shigeru and puts his hands on his shoulders, leaning down so Shigeru can feel his breath moving the hair behind ear. “Look at him!”

“Adorable,” Matsukawa says, patronizing Oikawa but not Shigeru.

The first years are smiling sympathetically at him, while Watari continues to look amused and Kyoutani disappears from the locker room. Shigeru pulls on his other sock and tries not to think about how Oikawa called him cute.