Atsumu couldn’t take it anymore.
Ever since his concussion, he couldn’t stop thinking about Sakusa.
The guy had always been standoffish, but they’d maintained a mutual professional respect. For the past three years, as far as Atsumu remembered.
+
Atsumu couldn’t take it anymore.
Ever since his concussion, he couldn’t stop thinking about Sakusa.
The guy had always been standoffish, but they’d maintained a mutual professional respect. For the past three years, as far as Atsumu remembered.
+
Kageyama has a fever.
He doesn’t collapse to the ground at Nationals or anything. Not that Kageyama would be so ridiculous. He’s always so /serious/, forever accusing Shouyou of having a “flair for the dramatic.”
+
Kageyama has a fever.
He doesn’t collapse to the ground at Nationals or anything. Not that Kageyama would be so ridiculous. He’s always so /serious/, forever accusing Shouyou of having a “flair for the dramatic.”
+
“Oh, look, it’s drizzling!”
Tobio glances where Shouyou’s pointing at the sky. It’s only misting outside, but the water must have collected on a leaf or something, because he gets a raindrop in his eye for his stupid decision to look up. +
“Oh, look, it’s drizzling!”
Tobio glances where Shouyou’s pointing at the sky. It’s only misting outside, but the water must have collected on a leaf or something, because he gets a raindrop in his eye for his stupid decision to look up. +
Kinktober Day 5 - Ritual Sex, Outdoor Sex
🔮 #Sakuatsu
🔮 Rated E
🔮 3.4k
archiveofourown.org/works/72311236
Kinktober Day 5 - Ritual Sex, Outdoor Sex
🔮 #Sakuatsu
🔮 Rated E
🔮 3.4k
archiveofourown.org/works/72311236
Kinktober Day 7 - King/Courtesan, Rough Sex
👑 #Sakuatsu
👑 Rated E
👑 1.7k
archiveofourown.org/works/72701231
Kinktober Day 7 - King/Courtesan, Rough Sex
👑 #Sakuatsu
👑 Rated E
👑 1.7k
archiveofourown.org/works/72701231
Kinktober Day 8 - Webcam, Cages
📹 #Sakuatsusuna
📹 Rated E
📹 3.3k
archiveofourown.org/works/72771566
Kinktober Day 8 - Webcam, Cages
📹 #Sakuatsusuna
📹 Rated E
📹 3.3k
archiveofourown.org/works/72771566
Kiyoomi is naked.
He paws through his dresser, tiny fingers catching on endless shirts and shorts and pants and socks. No underwear. How can he be expected to dress without the first layer of protection against an unknown, cruel world?
+
Kiyoomi is naked.
He paws through his dresser, tiny fingers catching on endless shirts and shorts and pants and socks. No underwear. How can he be expected to dress without the first layer of protection against an unknown, cruel world?
+
Kinktober Day 4 - Handcuffs, Face Sitting
⛓️ #Sakuatsu
⛓️ Rated E
⛓️ 2.8k
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Kinktober Day 4 - Handcuffs, Face Sitting
⛓️ #Sakuatsu
⛓️ Rated E
⛓️ 2.8k
archiveofourown.org/works/72287676
Kinktober Day 3 - Alien Abduction, Threesome
👽 #Sakuatsusuna
👽 Rated E
👽 3.6k
archiveofourown.org/works/71873166
Kinktober Day 2 - Age Gap, Coming Untouched
💜 #Sakuatsu
💜 Rated E
💜 1.8k
archiveofourown.org/works/71807461
Kinktober Day 2 - Age Gap, Coming Untouched
💜 #Sakuatsu
💜 Rated E
💜 1.8k
archiveofourown.org/works/71807461
Kinktober Day 2 - Age Gap, Coming Untouched
💜 #Sakuatsu
💜 Rated E
💜 1.8k
archiveofourown.org/works/71807461
It was almost summer, and the days were getting longer.
Usually when they finished practice, it was dark outside. But today when they left the club room, the sun was barely visible over the horizon. As they walked down the hill toward Sakanoshita, +
It was almost summer, and the days were getting longer.
Usually when they finished practice, it was dark outside. But today when they left the club room, the sun was barely visible over the horizon. As they walked down the hill toward Sakanoshita, +
Something between them had changed.
It wasn’t like they were holding hands and skipping through a field of flowers. They weren’t even spending more time together than they usually did. They were still teammates, Sakusa was still grumpy, Atsumu was still an arrogant bastard.
+
It wasn’t Atsumu’s first injury. Growing up with a twin and very little adult supervision gave him lots of opportunities to self-inflict accidental bruises and cuts.
+
Sakusa could fucking /dance./
Atsumu assumed he’d have to show him the ropes, especially since today they were working on the foxtrot, which was one of his best dances, for some reason.
+
Something between them had changed.
It wasn’t like they were holding hands and skipping through a field of flowers. They weren’t even spending more time together than they usually did. They were still teammates, Sakusa was still grumpy, Atsumu was still an arrogant bastard.
+
It wasn’t Atsumu’s first injury. Growing up with a twin and very little adult supervision gave him lots of opportunities to self-inflict accidental bruises and cuts.
+
Sakusa could fucking /dance./
Atsumu assumed he’d have to show him the ropes, especially since today they were working on the foxtrot, which was one of his best dances, for some reason.
+
“I really appreciate it, Tsum-Tsum.”
Atsumu didn’t mind. He had the night free. It wasn’t like Bokuto was asking him to bury a body. He just needed a partner for his ballroom dance class on Wednesday.
+
It wasn’t Atsumu’s first injury. Growing up with a twin and very little adult supervision gave him lots of opportunities to self-inflict accidental bruises and cuts.
+
Sakusa could fucking /dance./
Atsumu assumed he’d have to show him the ropes, especially since today they were working on the foxtrot, which was one of his best dances, for some reason.
+
“I really appreciate it, Tsum-Tsum.”
Atsumu didn’t mind. He had the night free. It wasn’t like Bokuto was asking him to bury a body. He just needed a partner for his ballroom dance class on Wednesday.
+
Sakusa could fucking /dance./
Atsumu assumed he’d have to show him the ropes, especially since today they were working on the foxtrot, which was one of his best dances, for some reason.
+
“I really appreciate it, Tsum-Tsum.”
Atsumu didn’t mind. He had the night free. It wasn’t like Bokuto was asking him to bury a body. He just needed a partner for his ballroom dance class on Wednesday.
+
“I really appreciate it, Tsum-Tsum.”
Atsumu didn’t mind. He had the night free. It wasn’t like Bokuto was asking him to bury a body. He just needed a partner for his ballroom dance class on Wednesday.
+
Shouyou’s stomach fell out of his body. It sank through the seven floors of the hotel below them to land somewhere on the ground floor.
It was doing better than his heart, which had shattered into pieces at Tobio’s reaction.
+
Shouyou was exposed. Naked, even though he still wore all his clothes.
He ran.
It wasn’t a retreat. It was only the bathroom. He had to wash his face.
+
Thankfully whatever was wrong with Kageyama didn’t extend to practice. They’d both brought their a-game, playing as hard as they usually did, eager to prove that whatever was going on between them would never affect their volleyball.
Shouyou’s stomach fell out of his body. It sank through the seven floors of the hotel below them to land somewhere on the ground floor.
It was doing better than his heart, which had shattered into pieces at Tobio’s reaction.
+
Shouyou was exposed. Naked, even though he still wore all his clothes.
He ran.
It wasn’t a retreat. It was only the bathroom. He had to wash his face.
+
Thankfully whatever was wrong with Kageyama didn’t extend to practice. They’d both brought their a-game, playing as hard as they usually did, eager to prove that whatever was going on between them would never affect their volleyball.
“Hinata, what are you wearing, bro?”
As Shouyou picked his shorts out of his asscrack for the third time that morning, he decided Bokuto might have a point. +
Shouyou was exposed. Naked, even though he still wore all his clothes.
He ran.
It wasn’t a retreat. It was only the bathroom. He had to wash his face.
+
Thankfully whatever was wrong with Kageyama didn’t extend to practice. They’d both brought their a-game, playing as hard as they usually did, eager to prove that whatever was going on between them would never affect their volleyball.
“Hinata, what are you wearing, bro?”
As Shouyou picked his shorts out of his asscrack for the third time that morning, he decided Bokuto might have a point. +
Thankfully whatever was wrong with Kageyama didn’t extend to practice. They’d both brought their a-game, playing as hard as they usually did, eager to prove that whatever was going on between them would never affect their volleyball.
“Hinata, what are you wearing, bro?”
As Shouyou picked his shorts out of his asscrack for the third time that morning, he decided Bokuto might have a point. +
“Hinata, what are you wearing, bro?”
As Shouyou picked his shorts out of his asscrack for the third time that morning, he decided Bokuto might have a point. +
It was January, the second day of the new year, and even though most teams were probably resting to prepare for the Spring Tournament, Karasuno was working harder than ever to make sure they got further than quarterfinals this time.
+
It was January, the second day of the new year, and even though most teams were probably resting to prepare for the Spring Tournament, Karasuno was working harder than ever to make sure they got further than quarterfinals this time.
+
Something fishy was going on in the refrigerator.
/That’s not right,/ Koutarou thought to himself. /The fish is still here. It’s my pudding that’s missing./
+
Something fishy was going on in the refrigerator.
/That’s not right,/ Koutarou thought to himself. /The fish is still here. It’s my pudding that’s missing./
+