skts, sick kiyoomi, pt 5, suggestive
when backed into an unforgiving corner, the only option is surrender. wave a white flag and admit things rather kept secret, and at this point, that is all atsumu has left.
does he abandon his pride for the truth, or feign for his dignity?
skts, sick kiyoomi, pt 4, suggestive
oh no.
oh fuck no!
did he really just do that?! did atsumu actually let his subconscious get the better of him and /kiss/ kiyoomi? jesus fucking christ!
he’s so fucking dead. either at the hands of kiyoomi or himself, but dead nonetheless.
skts, sick kiyoomi, pt 2
atsumu likes to think of himself as a well established man. professional athlete, olympian, part time model; he has, for the lack of a better phrase, got it all.
well, except the guy.
although, said guy is lying next to him in bed, so…half-win?
skts, kiyoomi is sick
the first clue should’ve been enough.
kiyoomi had been lagging behind at practice, limbs seemingly too long and each jump whole seconds too slow. he blinked like he was fighting sleep and atsumu probably should have said something, but he didn’t.
#BottsumuWeek2025#skts | day three: triggered heat/rut pt 3 🔞
every time atsumu thinks the heat has set in entirely, has finally taken over his brain, he feels himself fall further into its grasp. sakusa’s words shoot straight through him, his omega reacting instinctually to
#BottsumuWeek2025#skts | day three: triggered heat/rut pt 2 🔞
sakusa is frozen where he stands as the click of the lock echoes through the silent hotel room. for good measure, atsumu takes the metal chain and slides it into the clasp on the door as well. sakusa says nothing,
#BottsumuWeek2025 (#skts) | day three: triggered heat/rut 🔞
there’s no way.
there’s simply no way that this is happening, /now/. atsumu shifts uncomfortably in his seat, sweat beginning to trickle down his spine despite the crisp air conditioning of the msby team bus.
#sakuatsu // My Eyes On You // Final Part 🔞
Atsumu’s heart pounds in his chest—he knows exactly what’s happening, he knows it perfectly well, and he loves it. He can’t lie—he’s thought about this moment a lot.
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#sakuatsu // My Eyes On You P.2
Kiyoomi’s heart is pounding against his chest. He’s not even sure if what’s happening is real or if he’s still dreaming—but honestly, he doesn’t care.
He savors the way Atsumu’s strong hand threads through his
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#sakuatsu // My Eyes On You P.1
Kiyoomi is more than used to seeing his teammates in their underwear or shirtless. It’s no mystery to anyone that they all change in the same locker room, and despite his sexuality—and the very obvious physical advantages of everyone on the team—
pathetic/ down bad a! kiyoomi & o! atsumu
“i feel like he’s a beta,” one of his classmates whisper.
atsumu immediately tenses. “no he’s not! he’s definitely an alpha.”
he says that louder than he should, multiple people turn towards him in the quiet lecture room+
#skts#sakuatsu—Wrap them up around me please🔞
Atsumu definitely does not have a thing for Sakusa's hands.
He was just distracted by how long his fingers were or how they could easily wrap themselves around the back of his neck and push his face against the pillow as he fuc-
#skts#sakuatsu—AU Prompt | Flexible |
“Fuck…it’s too much”
Sakusa scoffed, rolling his eyes.
“It’s not that much, Miya”
Atsumu groaned, throwing his head back in pain. He was nearing his limit and its been hours since Sakusa had asked him to come with him.
skts | allergies
"where's miya?"
kiyoomi hasn't seen atsumu all day. which is weird.
the team is at a private resort, a team bonding weekend while they're off-season. atsumu should be nagging sakusa about all cool things.
yet he isn't; which should be a relief— but it's not.
Skts
“Miya, do you like boys?”
Atsumu kept tying his shoe and barely tilted his head, like Sakusa hadn’t just blurted out the most embarrassing question.
Sakusa cringed and took a step away before Atsumu wrapped a hand around his ankle.
“Yeah, Omi. I like boys.” Atsumu’s
#sakuatsu // nsfw, bottomi, atsumu being ch0ked
kiyoomi doesn’t know what series of events led him to be this frustrated. well, if he’s honest with himself, he /does/ know. lately, he found himself frustrated – he was craving someone’s hands on his body, someone making him
#sakuatsu rich omi
Atsumu is bored to death. He really shouldn’t be. There’s a pretty pink drink in front of him that he keeps sipping on, as he sits surrounded by snobs.
skts // cuddles
kiyoomi already knows he’s not going to sleep well tonight. he never sleeps well if he’s not sleeping in his own bed, which is part of the reason he’s never spent the night at atsumu’s. and, well, the other reason is that he feels like it changes their dynamic. +
skts || physical touch
when the twins were little and shared the same bed, atsumu would always plop himself right on osamu as a way of cuddling.
fast forward to adulthood where atsumu always crashes his body onto any of his teammates lounging on the couch.