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kenma wearing boxers under his skirt & kuroo wearing a lace thong under his work suit ❤️

Everything is a competition for them 🍵🌸 #matchablossom #sk8theinfinity

If yachi has a million fans, then I am one of them. If yachi has ten fans, then I am one of them. If yachi has only one fan then that is me. If yachi has no fans, then that means I am no longer on earth. If the world is against yachi, then I am against the world.

we need to make fandom for freaks again soo bad lmao

I‘m sat, go on

Nsfw & cw piss / Kiyoomi sitting with his bared cunt spread open after being edged for hours, his clit is engorged and begs for any stimulation with tears in his eyes. Finally, Atsumu gives it to him by pissing on his cunt and aiming his strong stream on his clit 💛

#omigiri fluff | a drunk kiss

there’s something wrong with miya tonight. maybe it’s due to the fact that kiyoomi’s been drinking more than usual, but he doesn’t think so. miya looks…different.

kiyoomi moves on the booth to get closer to the other man.

I can be so fucking ANNOYING about the gf here because she is not and therefore won’t find out how insanely obsessed I am with her hehe 🥰

Not me starting to like fandom and reading again as soon as I left the other app…

This was SUCH a good read oh my god!! Pussy hungry Atsu my beloved (can’t blame him) thank you so much for sharing

To have a look / NSFW pwp #skts #sakuatsu #atsuomi

Atsumu is desperate to see a pussy and Kiyoomi helps him out, as friends do.

💛 PUSSY INSPECTION 💛

Link that DEFINITELY WORKS - archiveofourown.org/works/62658031

Link:
archiveofourown.org/works/56963020

Co-written with my wonderful darling girlfriend LindtLuirae on twitter ❣️

Hungry for you, thirsty for more 💦

Complete, 7.7k words
— #SunaOsa , rated E, dom/sub, possessiveness, restraints, watersports, exhibitionism, degradation, accidental voyeurism

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This evolved a little further than anticipated. Anyways, just BokuOmi falling in love consciously and purposefully 🥹

Kiyoomi pulls away first, his forehead pressing against Koutarous. „I love you.“ He whispers against his lips. „And I love you.“ Koutarou giggles against Kiyoomis lips.

//end

just for a moment, before he nods and then immediately leans in to connect their lips in a sweet, soft kiss. It’s not hectic, or desperate, or hungry, even after all the years they waited. Because it was never a possibility for them not to be together one day.+

„I‘m happy you liked it.“ Koutarou answers, eyes darting across every little feature of Kiyoomis face. /It‘s now or never/ Kiyoomi thinks. „Can I kiss you?“ He asks then, desperate, and pulls the man in his arms a little bit closer. Koutarous eyes grow wide+

Their years of dancing around each other, yet this felt drastically different. „Koutarou, thank you for this evening. It was wonderful.“ Kiyoomi whispers against the hot shell of Koutarous ear. His arms fall down grab at the meat of Koutarous hips, turning him around.+

against the countertop, head handing a little lower than normal for a confident man like Bokuto. Kiyoomi is behind him, instantly, arms wrapped around Koutarous muscular shoulders. Koutarou flinches, surprised by the physical contact. They had shared many cuddles and hugs over+

he’s afraid it’ll pop. Kiyoomi goes silent for a moment when Koutarou takes their plates away to switch them out for dessert. His hands are trembling a little, Kiyoomi notices. Koutarou stands at the kitchen counter, back turned to Kiyoomi. His hands are braced+

He chose for the evening. Theres a glass of white whine in front of Kiyoomi and they start to eat. The conversation is good. Never forced, always attentive. Their voices are soft and somber. Kiyoomi feels like he’s inside a bubble and realizes with a little shock+

„I’m glad you like them, Kiyoomi.“ Koutarou pulls one of the chairs out from under the table and lets Kiyoomi take a seat.
Koutarou starts plating their dinner, Italian, Kiyoomi realizes delighted. Bokuto had nearly perfected his Spaghetti Carbonara, which is exactly the dish+

A colorful bouquet or lillies. He smiles. Koutarou remembered that Kiyoomi finds roses to be tacky and he went out of his way to research the different meanings of the colors.
„They are beautiful, Koutarou, thank you.“ Kiyoomi says, adoration clear in his voice.+

„Okay“ He says and gives Koutarou a warm smile.
When Kiyoomi enters the kitchen that evening, he’s taken a little bit by surprise. Bokuto is clad in black slacks and dark blue button down. Their small kitchen table is delicately set with a candle, cloth napkins and+

„Have dinner with me. I’ll cook.“ Bokuto suggests to Kiyoomi one random Thursday. It’s a little out of character. They have dinner every evening together. Bokuto cooks half of the time. Kiyoomi doesn’t need time to process it, knows what it means, accepts the implications.+

On bi-weekly yoga classes. Bokuto wants video game night at least once a week. After 6 months they’re practically living together, a slow process but it was conscious. Both of them knew exactly what happened and they both wanted it.+

To realize that nothing has changed. In fact, the distance has done wonders to them, to their friendship. Because they’ve grown individually but still together. And they fall into a new routine. Movie nights, grocery shopping and cooking together. Kiyoomi insists+

The conversations are never dull, Bokuto talking about practice, Kiyoomi bitching about his professors. Until Kiyoomi finishes college and joins MSBY too. Both were scared that the distance might have changed something, changed /them/. It takes them a week or two+

Neither of them do anything about it, but they share a mutual understanding that the feelings are there. Bokuto graduates and joins MSBY. Kiyoomi stays another year til graduation. They never lose contact, regular texts, calls, video chats scheduled.+

He’s never mean, always understanding, always there. And Kiyoomi is silent, grounding, just the right amount of crazy to match Bokuto. And they fall into a comfortable friendship. And maybe it’s a little bit more. But it just, stays like that. A deeply caring friendship.+