ushiten //

Satori was born tattoos of little seeds lining his arms.

For most of his childhood he thought they were freckles, until someone took a magnifying glass to his skin and realized the truth.

He was like a strawberry, he realized, needing to find a bright side. For years the seeds stayed seeds, dormant and resting. He could keep his arms bare through middle school, when nothing bloomed, much less him.

But the fertile soil of Shiratorizawa did more than bear him friends.

"Tendou, when did you get a tattoo?" Semi hissed, poking at him.

skts // getting together / coffee

Whenever Atsumu goes on a date, Kiyoomi knows to clear his schedule for the morning after.

It's his job, after all, to drag him to a coffee shop and recap that went wrong.

"What if I have a good first date, Omi?"

"Impossible, Miya." Nothing in the world is certain except for death, taxes, and Atsumu's horrible luck with first dates.

Kiyoomi noticed within a week of moving into the sharehouse, leaving for an early morning run and finding Atsumu - soaked from pre-dawn rain - a block away.

miya twins / pacific rim / angst / happy ending

"It's true." Aran doesn't have to look down at his records to shatter Atsumu's dreams. It might ease the sting if he did, though. "You two aren't drift compatible. I'm sorry, Miyas."

Even now they're a single unit. Always have been, even when they've bounced towards and away each other. One of them always catches up.

"I don't understand," Atsumu says, resisting the urge to pound his fist on the desk. "The Gage twins, the Deacons. Twins are /always/ compatible."

skts // sfw / alcohol / confessions / light angst + happy ending

"I think I love you, you know?" Atsumu isn't looking at him when he says it, staring at the ceiling instead.

Kiyoomi's just trying to find their bottle opener.

https://twitter.com/donoteatcheese/status/1567124923071762433

Atsumu's buried so deep in the couch he's almost become one with it, head braced against the back of it.

He almost looks pretty like this; flashes of red from the Wong Kar-wai movie they've been half watching, volume just above a whisper while they don't talk to each other.

skts // Kiyoomi is cursed into telling the truth until he confesses his biggest secret.

"This is the end of me, Motoya," Kiyoomi groans, half into his pillow and half into the phone. "I'm ruined."

"I'm sure it's not that bad! It can't be worse than first year." Kiyoomi shudders. That had been a horrible haircut. "It /is/ worse than first ye-" but before he can finish his sentence, the words clog his throat and he chokes, unable to complete it.

"Wow," Motoya lets out a low whistle. "The curse can't even let you have an opinion?"

ushiatsu // Don't you share your smile with anyone else but me

fwb -> lovers, a little jealousy

This /thing/ between them has gone on for weeks before Wakatoshi finally snaps.

https://twitter.com/erisabesu3/status/1648697692309147653

“Atsumu, can we talk?” It’s not a question, because he’s already tugging Atsumu away from the conversation with Suna he’d abruptly ended. He doesn’t really care what it was about. All that mattered was that Atsumu was smiling at someone that wasn’t him.

skts // when you touch your soulmate for the first time, your hand leaves a mark behind

Atsumu wears gloves most of the time.

It's not the first thing Kiyoomi notices when he joins MSBY, but it happens early enough that it sticks in his mind. An irregularity.

An aberration.

A piece of lint that needs to be rolled off his shirt.

It isn't uncommon for people to wear gloves to avoid triggering the soulmate connection, but it is strange for athletes.

Especially for setters.

They're always on top of each other.

skts / Atsumu x Atsumu / sexbots / nsfw / unrequited love-ish /

Atsumu - because that's who he /is/, who Kiyoomi /made/ - would break down the door himself if he weren't trying to keep up the illusion of humanity.

He clings to it, desperate to pass as everything Kiyoomi needs. (a follow up to this!)

https://twitter.com/discokonomi/status/1615395365951242269?t=lh5fjweHMmktCHXgZi4lyQ&s=19

skts // nsfw bottsumu / exes to lovers / possessive behavior

Atsumu has a hickey, and it's not Kiyoomi's problem.

It pokes above his collar; Hinata wolf-whistles when he shows up to practice that day, peeling off his shirt to reveal more bites and bruises along his chest. "Someone had a good night!" Inunaki cackles and Atsumu - he can't help it - blushes all the way down his chest.

"Maybe just a night, honestly" Atsumu replies, because his partner was overactive but mediocre. All bark, no bite.

Nothing like Atsumu's used to.

Daichi should wear a harness and nothing else tbh I want that leather tuggable and tight

skts // wings / getting together / tender touches / sfw

"Do ya need a hand?" Atsumu's frowning at him, and that's the biggest sign that Kiyoomi's a mess.

"Does it look like I need a hand?" He replies from the floor, melting into it after a long practice, wings in disarray. Atsumu shifts his weight from foot to foot, his dark red wings shuffling behind him. "I don't know if you want me to answer that honestly or if you want me to lie."

"Do I get a choice?" Kiyoomi's entire body aches. Nothing out of joint, but Foster was working him hard.

skts // nsfw glory hole bottsumu

Kiyoomi's not sure how he ended up here, in a bathroom stall just outside of the city, staring nervously down at the hole in the divider, working up the nerve to get his dick out.

Well.

That's a rhetorical question. Meian told him about it. "There's a spot," he said, voice low, once Atsumu and the rest of the team were distracted by karaoke, "for people like us."

Kiyoomi's hands tightened around his glass. "What do you mean, 'people like us?'"

Meian shrugged. "Nervous. Scared. Terrified."

hanahaki but it's actually prized and honored and reversed because it proves you're capable of love people with hanahaki are worshipped, kept at altars and temples with the plants growing in their lungs carefully tended, never given an opportunity to confess, staying in stasis.

atsusuna // sfw skating

Atsumu looks sweet even when he shivers in the cold, and that's how Rintarou /knows/ he's fucked.

He's never thought of a Miya as sweet before, or cute.

Never wanted to hold their hand while they stumbled around his backyard rink.

https://twitter.com/thechloediary/status/1615928438308618246

He's letting Atsumu try, holding his arms out for balance, and when he turns back to Rintarou with a wide grin, and a call of "I'm doin' it! See! Told ya I could skate!" Before he stumbles ungainly on the ice, he has to cover his face to hide his blush.

#NSFWsktsWeek2023 @sktsweek
day 6 "Look at me. Keep your eyes on me."

skts // nsfw virginity kink bottsumu age gap

Atsumu's never been in another man's bed before - like this, at least.

He's crashed at Rin's, shared with Kita, but no one's ever pushed him down with intent. "You look nervous," Kiyoomi says, eyes sharp.

Atsumu met him in a bar earlier, flirted with him while gripping his glass for dear life. Despite Kiyoomi's drinks - gin, on the rocks, tart enough to make Atsumu cough when he was offered a sip - those eyes never softened.

kurodai // nsfw daichi has a pussy / kuroo feasts

"And you were worried how you'd taste, Sawamura?" Kuroo says, a menace between Daichi's thighs, lips glistening with slick, fingers stroking the inside of his knee. "You're pretty sweet to me."

"And you're a liar, Kuroo." Daichi feels his laugh, Kuroo's head pressed against the skin and fat and muscle of his inner thigh, breath ghosting over his cunt.

It feels like a dare but it's not.

It's a hazy mid-afternoon; Daichi's still on the couch while Kuroo's nestled between his spread legs.

#NSFWSakuAtsuWeek2023 @sktsweek
skts nsfw bottomi // day 4 - "Why are you blushing?"
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Atsumu's a menace, but Kiyoomi knew that going in.

"You look so sweet for me, Omi." He cups his jaw, turning Kiyoomi's head so he can see himself in the mirror, Atsumu's eyes pinned to him. He wouldn't say he looks sweet. He looks lewd, this way, sitting naked on Atsumu's cock in the giant mirror that Atsumu had carefully placed in front of the end of the bed.

"I just want you to see what I see," he'd said, kissing Kiyoomi's curls, "I think you'll like it."

skts nsfw// bottsumu / messy

"I prefer to swallow," Atsumu announces, to absolutely no prompting, "it's just neater that way."

Silence echoes down the table, before Bokuto groans. "Hell, Tsum-tsum, I didn't need to know /that!/"

But it lingers in Kiyoomi's mind, dangerous. Atsumu isn't what he'd call neat, either.

His hair is always a little wild, his room is a nightmare, and his shirt never quite fits; it always rides up a little, revealing a tantalizing hint of stomach that Kiyoomi wants to do horrible things to.

taking a new approach to drafting, where instead of making sentence/paragraph level edits as I write I add a comment indicating what edit I would make. this is going to be very intimidating one month from now but it's also very funny in the short term

I want to write about characters who just absolutely without a doubt hate each other oh my god me, a known baby about ~negative~ emotions: I want them to be SO mean

skts // kissing (in the morning, sometime)

at least kiyoomi returns home in the daylight.

it's better than reaching for his keys in the darkness, even after a long layover and longer delay.

dawn softens atsumu, asleep on their couch, balm for a traveller's weary eyes. it's been months since they've seen each other - brutal seasons on separate continents, conflicts whenever they were overseas - and there's only so much they can do on video.

a little known secret about kiyoomi is that he's tactile; needs to touch to remember, to love.