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drawnbymabel · 1 year
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…Forgive me?
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kkumri · 2 years
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pt 10: a promise i’ll keep every day | sakuatsu hotel roomies au finale 🌟
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queenkeiji · 1 year
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skts spideypool agenda 🕷🥷🏻
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jumpservescans · 4 months
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Doujinshi release! Haikyuu - AtsuSaku
Happy New Year! May you have a great 2024 and thank you always for reading.
To see the NY release A Collection of AtsuSaku Dating Stories, click here!
Artist: giiza (Satou)
Please buy the Japanese book to support the artist!
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namchyun · 2 years
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manyangrygeese · 2 years
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thechloediary · 6 months
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sakuatsu ft. asexual atsumu and kiyoomi (1.4k words)
It's been six months that they’re together and nothing has happened yet.
They touch each other almost all the time: the hugs, the light touches on their backs, the hand in their hair, the mindless designs being drawn on each other’s arms, etc.
Atsumu actually revels in those moments. He never thought Kiyoomi would be a tactile person and he prepared himself for it, he told himself several times that he needed to not be too much, too tactile with him, because he didn’t want to make him uncomfortable and also because he really, really, likes him. He may even be in love, even though he hasn't voiced it yet.
They also sleep in the same bed most nights, one of them resting his head on the other’s chest and their legs entangled.
Hell they even took a shower together once, they were late and so they jumped in together. Atsumu was flabbergasted when he heard Kiyoomi telling him that he was done with his shower and that the other just stepped out. He stepped out to dry himself, he didn’t even truly glance at Atsumu's body.
Atsumu knows he is good-looking, and all his previous partners have had that look in their eyes when he was naked. Kiyoomi didn’t have that look at all. His cheeks were slightly pink, but there wasn’t any lust or desire in his gaze.
He didn’t talk about it because he didn’t know what to say. After all, he also doesn’t have that lust or desire in him when he sees Kiyoomi’s naked body. The only thing he knows is that Kiyoomi is good-looking too.
That was three months ago, and nothing has changed since. Nothing more than very occasional kisses involving their tongues has happened.
And quite frankly, that doesn’t disturb Atsumu at all. He didn’t expect it, hence why he is utterly confused, but saying that he is disappointed would be the biggest lie of his life. To be honest, he has never felt more appeased, happy, cared for — dare he say, loved — than in this relationship with Kiyoomi.
But, he thought sex was something couples needed in order to last? He never really experienced any of those feelings of desire and want that most people describe; but he never really felt disgusted by the idea of sex either. So he usually just tuned in with his partners when they expressed their own desire towards him. They all have been nice and understanding with him and he truly appreciated that.
When he first realized he didn’t feel the same way others do, he freaked out. But then he met really nice people and he felt more at ease. He knew they didn’t have sex as much as other couples could have, but his partners still seemed okay with that.
That issue doesn't even exist in his current relationship because Kiyoomi hasn’t even tried anything, ever.
Does he not want Atsumu? Or has he realized that Atsumu doesn’t want him? Not in that way at least. Has he realized that Atsumu can’t feel that?
Is he being respectful? Or does he not see himself with Atsumu in the long-term?
All those questions keep plaguing Atsumu's mind and he knows he has to voice them to Kiyoomi, because it’s probably something they need to talk about. Especially considering the fact that Atsumu is probably (surely) in love with him, that would be quite embarrassing if it turns out that Kiyoomi is committed to their relationship.
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It’s Friday night and they’re snuggling on the couch while watching a movie. Atsumu is drawing small patterns on Kiyoomi’s thigh, and Kiyoomi is caressing his hair gently. They’re comfortable. Atsumu thinks now is a good time to talk.
“Omi?”
“Hm?”
“How much time do ya think couples usually wait before havin’ sex?”
The hand in his hair stills, and he immediately feels Kiyoomi’s body tense on his side.
Oh no. /Has he done or said something wrong?/
Kiyoomi lets go of him and he starts to distance himself in order to sit straighter. He faces Atsumu and locks eyes with him, there’s an unexpected seriousness in his gaze that makes Atsumu's stomach drop and he unconsciously sits straighter as well.
/Oh he definitely said something wrong./
“Do you… Um—” Kiyoomi frowns. The look on his face is one Atsumu has never seen, there seems to be a slight blush on his cheeks, but at the same time his whole face is abnormally pale. He sounds unsure, almost scared, when he continues. “Do you want to have sex?”
And that’s the thing. No, Atsumu doesn't want to. But he can, if Kiyoomi does. But isn’t it rude to say that he doesn’t want Kiyoomi? Kiyoomi has always preferred honesty though.
“Um… Not really.” He's afraid to look at Kiyoomi but forces himself to, and he’s surprised to see the other’s shoulders immediately relax. And then Kiyoomi, honest-to-god, sighs in relief.
Huh?
He doesn’t understand what that reaction means and so starts to panic. “But I can still do it!” He exclaims. “I mean— We can still have sex if you want to. I have had sex in the past!” He blurts out so fast that he isn’t sure if Kiyoomi understood a single word.
“What if—” Kiyoomi clears his throat awkwardly and Atsumu notices how he’s playing with his fingers; a sign that he’s anxious. Atsumu frowns. “What if I don't… want to?” He raises his head to look at Atsumu and he looks scared. “Like ever,” he adds.
Atsumu tilts his head in confusion. “What do ya mean by that?”
He thinks he’s starting to understand, and he feels really dumb because of course he isn’t the only asexual person on the planet. But he still prefers to ask, to let Kiyoomi explain himself so that Atsumu can fully understand him and how he feels.
Still, he kind of wants to laugh wholeheartedly at the fact that he found himself a partner who may be just like him. What was the probability huh? He stops himself though, because right now isn’t the time.
“I– Um. I don't like sex.” Kiyoomi blurts out. “Well, I have never done it. But I don’t want to. I know I wouldn't like it.”
Atsumu smiles at him softly. He just nods to let him know that he’s listening and that he can continue.
Kiyoomi still looks nervous, but Atsumu's reaction seems to ease him a bit.
“I'm asexual.” He states as he locks eyes with Atsumu, “and sex averse.”
Atsumu's smile hasn’t dropped once ever since Kiyoomi started talking. “Thanks for telling me, Omi.”
Kiyoomi’s shoulders immediately relax and Atsumu sees tears starting to gather in his eyes. He panics.
“Omi baby, why are you crying?! Did I do or say something wrong? I'm so sorry, please stop crying.”
Kiyoomi lets out a wet laugh. “You didn’t, Atsu. Not at all. Those are happy tears. I'm happy.”
“Oh.” Atsumu breathes out eloquently as he just stares at his boyfriend who looks absolutely beautiful. “I'm asexual too, Omi.” He gives Kiyoomi his best loving smile, hoping that the other can catch its meaning.
Kiyoomi’s eyes widened at his admission. “I love you.” He immediately brings a hand to his mouth once he registers what he just said.
Atsumu feels his face burning.
“I– I'm sorry. I'm just so relieved that you still want to be with me that I didn't think before I talked.” Kiyoomi starts rambling. “Obviously you don’t have to say it back!”
Atsumu just smiles, looking fondly at his lover who looks very cute when he’s blushing. “I love ya too, Omi.”
Kiyoomi completely stills. “You– You do?” He whispers, unsure.
“Heck yeah I do!” Atsumu surges forward to grab Kiyoomi’s shoulders before engulfing him in a tight hug.
Kiyoomi immediately tightens his grip onto Atsumu's middle and sighs happily. “I was so scared.” He admits, voice so low that Atsumu almost didn’t catch it.
“I'm sorry, Omi. We should have talked about that long ago.” Atsumu chuckles.
Kiyoomi chuckles in turn. “Yeah, we should have.”
“But all is well now!” He exclaims. “We should go back to the movie.”
They let go of each other in order to find back their initial position. And once they’re snuggling, Atsumu pressed against Kiyoomi’s side, they both smile happily.
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That night, when they go to bed, they talk a bit more. Atsumu asks everything Kiyoomi is comfortable doing, and Kiyoomi does the same. Seeing how they’re both invested in this relationship makes Atsumu's stomach do some flips, butterflies feeling and all.
Once Atsumu's head is pressed on Kiyoomi’s heart and that their legs are entangled, Kiyoomi whispers about how he’ll make sure Atsumu knows how much he cares for him.
And he does. Because Atsumu has never felt more loved.
// end. 🖤🩶🤍💜
i had to write something for ace awareness week!
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baby0mi · 22 days
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los amo tanto
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munchcorner · 2 years
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They lost focus and had a consensual workplace relationship
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oikawasstofu · 8 months
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I don't know how to explain but SakuAtsu feels like teenage love but in adulthood????
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queenkeiji · 1 year
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*proceeds to make every couple meme about sakuatsu*: a compilation lol
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jkitsunecake · 2 years
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I dont know where i was going with this but i miss drawing atsumu
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slicesofapple · 1 year
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Kiyoomi and Atsumu’s four-year old looks exactly like a mini-Atsumu, except with curly hair.
His personality is 90% Atsumu, too, loud and jangly and always stirring up trouble.
Watching their miscreant child tear through the playground with his friends, Kiyoomi sighs. He never imagined he would have willingly invited so much chaos into his life.
He also never imagined he could love other human beings to such a degree that it actually hurts sometimes.
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taytak3syou · 1 year
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Sakusa: *Admiring Atsumu* Your so beautiful i wanna fuck you so bad.
Atsumu: What?!
Sakusa: What?
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oceanster · 2 years
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follow up to my previous sakuatsu pride drawing !!
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sweartoshit · 2 years
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RED LIGHTS - MIYA ATSUMU/SAKUSA KIYOOMI cw - rough kissing, choking, hair-pulling, post-timeskip, hickeys, implied/vauge sexual content, dom/sub play, dom!atsumu, sub!sakusa, light masochism, trans!sakusa, vaginal fingering, threats of violence, cheating (?) wc - 1.1k lowercase intended
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sakusa was acting off
not incredibly obviously off but it wasn't very subtle either
it was enough for atsumu to notice anyway
if the occasional stuttering, jumping, excessive blushing, and shuffling away from him as much as possible wasn't convincing enough, there was a bright purple-ish red hickey on his lower neck that atsumu was sure he didn't give him
and he was pissed
but contrary to popular belief, atsumu had great control over his emotions and knew when and not to show them. so he continued on with his day
well, he would've
if he didn't love fucking with sakusa's head so much
sakusa's fucked ━
sakusa was sitting at the kitchen island, eating ramen noodles and watching youtube on his phone
atsumu was on the couch in the living room the last time he checked so he had time to breathe, calm down, and figure out his next move
"omi?" atsumu's head poked into the kitchen
or not
fuck
sakusa forced his voice to be as stable as possible, "yeah?"
"quick question,"
atsumu walked further into the kitchen, making his way to sakusa's side
sakusa can feel his breathing picking up but he nods slowly
"where were you yesterday?"
atsumu's facial expression isn't one of skepticism, just harmless curiosity
but it makes sakusa nervous
"i uhm- i was with tooru and hajime, remember?"
atsumu hums, "yeah, right. and what'd you guys do?"
sakusa shifts his eyes from looking into atsumu's and instead looks deeply into his half-eaten bowl of ramen, "we- went to a coffee shop and then when back to their apartment for a bit."
atsumu smiles, "oh, okay."
sakusa sighs and leans back, thinking this over
"so…" atsumu starts again, "what do the coffee shop and the apartment have to do with the hickey on your neck?"
idiot
"i- i-" sakusa coughs as he looks back up at atsumu, "w-what hickey?"
because stuttering like a child caught doing something wrong is going to help lift suspicion off him
atsumu hums and his hand slides onto sakusa's shoulder. the room falls into silence as atsumu's palms run over his boyfriend's back and sakusa foolishly starts to relax, eyes closing
and then atsumu's hand travels to the hair at the back of his neck and tugs his head to the left. sakusa gasps quietly and his eyes snap open as he attempts to look at atsumu again
"'t-tsumu-!"
his voice died out as atsumu's breath fanned against his neck, the exact spot sakusa remembers the hickey to be
"this hickey."
"i- uhm… it's- not what you think-"
"oh? then please, kiyoomi, tell me what it is."
sakusa begins sweating profusely and despite how bad he wants to defend himself, the words don't come out. his fight or flight responses are starting to kick in due to the uncharacteristically blank but also fucking terrifying expression on atsumu's face and currently he was leading toward freeze.
a common misconception about the miya twins is that osamu is the scary one when mad. but in reality, because it doesn't happen very often, atsumu can be downright murderous
"well?" atsumu raises an eyebrow
with his breaths coming in significantly faster than before, he manages to utter a single sentence
"it- it's makeup.."
and atsumu pauses
"i put it on at tooru and hajime's yesterday because i wanted to fuck with you. i- i'm sorry, 'tsumu."
atsumu lets go of his hair and stays silent for a while, leaving his boyfriend to nervously fiddle with his hands, head down.
and then he starts to giggle quietly. sakusa looks up at atsumu who had a small smile on his face. the smile that usually indicated that he was indeed fucked
"oh, omi-kun," atsumu ruffles his hair, "you're so stupid."
sakusa frowns, "hey… you're the-"
atsumu cuts him off as he continues, "you sure suna didn't put you up to this? or did you just wanna piss me off because you're a fucking cunt?"
"i'm not the cunt, you-"
his words are cut off yet again by atsumu's hand wrapping itself in the front of his shirt, the smile completely wiped from his face as if it hadn't been there in the first place
"pull shit like that again and i will not hesitate to skin you alive." his tone is back to being cold and menacing
and suddenly, it's like a switch was flipped inside of sakusa's head
suddenly he's not afraid of consequences anymore, he wants to see how deep he can dig this hole
"oh?" his deadpan, masked panicked expression is replaced with a smirk of his own, "i'd like to see you try."
atsumu stares at him for half a moment before scoffing and moving his hand to be tightly gripping sakusa's neck instead. he barely gives him any time to react before he's meaning forward and smashing their lips together. a noise leaves sakusa's throat and his hand comes up to hold atsumu's that is around his neck
atsumu is the one to pull away (or rather push sakusa away from him by the throat, still holding a tight grasp on it)
"you really wanna be playing with me right now, kiyoomi?"
sakusa holds a neutral face even as his eyes threaten to roll up into the back of his head, "just- calling your bluff."
"my bluff?" atsumu breathes out another laugh, "alright, omi-omi. i'll show you bluff."
sakusa is so fucked ━
sakusa groans as his face falls into one of the (many) pillows on their shared bed
"still think i'm bluffing, baby boy?" atsumu mumbles nonchalantly as he licks his fingers
sh-shut the fuck up, miya- ah!" sakusa cries out as atsumu's fingers start rubbing up and down his sex repeatedly
atsumu just hums, proceeding with his movements
sakusa's grip on the pillow his face is buried in tightens the more time passes until atsumu's finally pushed him over the edge
"atsumu-! mmph..- fuck fuck fuck!"
atsumu leans down to press a small kiss on sakusa's bare back, "it's okay, go ahead."
"sh-it i-" a mostly muffled choked whine pushes past sakusa's shredded throat and his body shakes hard. somewhere through that experience, atsumu's finger had slipped inside of his sex and sakusa only grows louder, the pillow no longer doing much at quieting his noises
atsumu snorts, "people are gonna think i murdered you if you don't shut the fuck up, babe."
sakusa doesn't speak until atsumu retracts his fingers and his breathing is back to normal
panting, "i- i hate you,"
atsumu smiles again, "yeah, we'll see what you're saying when i fuck the shit out of you."
sakusa swallows
so incredibly fucked
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