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calls their v-cut groin “cum gutters”

ATSUMU, tanaka, terushima, SAEKO, oikawa, goshiki, akiteru, SEMI, yaku, mika, daishou (by association), MEIAN, nice

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hinata’s short term memory is terrible to non-existent. one night when you’re doing the dishes, you watch him wander into the kitchen with a determined look in his eye. he’s on a mission. but in a few more steps, his expression blanks like he lost his train of thought. he sidles up behind you instead. you ask over your shoulder if he’s looking for something, subtle mischief on your lips. “found it” he replies, giving your buns a squeeze.

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it was originally an innocent joke. one that you and tsukishima laughed and laughed over while snuggling on the couch binge watching reality tv. “well, i’m keeping it,” he told you, snorting,” it’s official, you named it.”

but the next morning, your little joke resurfaced with a vengeance. you heard the floor creak as tsukki snuck up behind you at your desk. he had you flustered the second you turned around. yours eyes quickly flitted down his form, scantily clad in mere tight boxer briefs. his huge hand was shoved down under the waistband.

“it’s breakfast time,” he muttered, “how bout i force feed you some Special Kei.”

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sakusa would absolutely rip a gnarly fart while the two of you are showering and not take responsibility. he pulls his lips between his teeth, trying not to laugh. but the creases in his eyes are a dead give away as you holler “ew what? what was that? what did you eat?” until you both lose it. your laughter joins the steam floating through the bathroom.

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you thought you were into exhibitionism, but this was on an entirely different level. here you were, clad in a skin-tight dress that barely covered your ass, and nothing underneath. oblivious passengers on the train bustled around you. your senses felt intensified by the blood rushing from your pounding heart.

you obediently averted your eyes whenever you caught sight of suguru among the crowd. he was closer than you were expecting. your peripherals told you he was relaxed into his seat. legs spread wide, with his phone resting on one knee. you knew the camera was pointed towards you. up at you.

at least now you knew where to lean away from as you stood gripping the rail. who to bend over for when you pretended to drop something. you could feel the heat of him watching you through the backlit screen, as he tapped the shutter over and over. he wasn’t the only one staring at you in that little dress that left nothing for the imagination, but he was the only one who’d make it worth your while.

at every stop, the two of you snuck into another car to carry on with your game. maybe if you’re good, if suguru’s had enough photos of you to fill his phone’s storage, he’d pull you into his lap, unzip, and fill you up too.

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when kenma was little, kuroo told him that sleeping on his left side is better for his circulatory and digestive health. and he never forgot it. to this day, he lives for being your faithful little spoon. curled up in front of you, his warm shoulders rising and falling against your chest with every gentle breath. kenma’s all time favorite thing is the soothing repetition of your fingers pushing his hair behind his ear. sleep was always so hard for him, his brain never gave him a break. but with you here, tracing crescents over his sensitive ear, all the tension in the nape of his neck starts to melt away. he pushes his body closer to you and nuzzles his temple deeper into the pillow. how did ever sleep without you?

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Noya backpacking through Europe but Facetimes you pretty much every night (your time) to watch Saeko utterly destroy you in an attempt to lure him home

“Don’t ya miss this?” she purrs from behind you. A sharp yank on your hair and you’re losing it in front of the lens. Your thighs clench together, slippery wet.

Noya’s screen is filled with rippling skin dewy with sweat. The sound of your voice raising an octave in breathy moans blares from his earbuds. It’s a progression he knows well, but prefers hearing it straight from your lips.

“Fuck- god yes..” he whispers into his empty room as his shoulder shrugs violently just outside of the frame.

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when anyone describes noya, “endless energy” is one of the first phrases out of their mouth. but what happens when that seemingly infinite energy runs out? what happens when noya grows tired of the responsibility that came with his accidental reputation? when all the traveling in the world can’t help him escape that heavy emptiness creeping in on all sides. when he can barely collect the energy to escape his bed at 1pm. but then, there was you. he counts himself lucky every day, even the really bad days. that when you’re around, he can just... exist. you transformed the silence that used to remind him of how lonely he was into something comfortable. something he caught himself looking forward to. some days he barely offers you more than a few words and a weak smile, but he knows you won’t ask for anything else. every day he wakes up with you, a little earlier each time it seems, he feels lighter. now, life with noya is as spontaneous as it is tranquil. you notice how much happier he seems, how much he talks and how often he grins. but then again, so are you.