haikyuu!!

睡覺並不像以前那麼容易。北斗知道了這一點，現在赤石也知道了。醫院 AU 沒有人要求，但我承擔自己寫。

岩泉向大井川閃爍著眼睛，「上次應該是一次的事，」他低聲說，沒有一定的信心。 大井川的嘴唇抖動成一笑，他把它們懸掛在岩泉的上面，「一次事，兩次事，只要這不是關係的事情就有什麼關係呢？」

Your cousin, Hajime Iwaizumi—whom you haven't seen in a long time, invited you to support him at the largest street racing event in Tokyo. He told you he was a part of the Seijoh Brawlers, one of the notorious top five gangs affiliated with the underground street racing scene. Once he introduced you to his leader, Tooru Oikawa, a.k.a. Cypher—your interest piqued, curiously wanting to understand the true meaning behind his alleged nickname. Haikyuu!! Street Racing AU

斷電、鬼故事和某個橙頭髮男孩的存在導致托比奧的決策不好。他打算保密自己的戀愛；宇宙還有其他計劃。

Hajime is apparently something of a masochist, and as he stares down at the tie-dyed AREA51 T-shirt in his hands, he thinks “I’m totally in love with this asshole, aren't I?”

In which Sakusa Kiyoomi is raised to believe that gay people go to hell but then takes one look at Miya Atsumu and thinks, then why the hell did God make them so fucking hot?

❝You see we have a little bet going on between us teachers. The rules are pretty simple and straightforward; Who can fuck you best.❞ IN WHICH a wicked game arises between the teachers. Going to all and any lengths to win this bet just to be able to prove themselves right— unfortunately at a student's expense. Lines will be crossed, morals will be forgotten, hearts will be broken and for what reason? They're all thirsting to win. And the target has been chosen.

What Sakusa says is this: "I told Kuroo-san I would do it, but I thought you should hear it from me." What Atsumu says, in all his infinite eloquence and quick-tongued wit is: "Wuh?" Sakusa sneers. "Congratulations, Miya, until the end of Terushima-san's party, we're officially dating." or: Atsumu needs a fake date. Sakusa needs a fake boyfriend. What could possibly go wrong?

Hinata finds that he likes standing close to Kageyama on buses and trains. It doesn't mean anything--probably. Maybe.

“Hey, Miya—” “I saw the sex stuff in your bathroom,” Atsumu violently blurts against his will. Time stretches out, eternal, unending… the void at the beginning and end of all things coming to claim Atsumu as he stands in his borrowed house slippers by Sakusa’s door. There’s a ringing in his ears, or perhaps it’s the laughter of some vengeful god. Sakusa’s expression doesn’t outwardly change. His eyes feel like they’re drilling holes in Atsumu’s head. “It’s not sex stuff. It’s bondage gear.”

Despite what many may say, Miya Atsumu wasn’t an idiot. He heard the things people said about him. He knew what people thought. He’d read every single letter that had been slipped into his locker – and make no mistake, none of them had been confession letters like Osamu liked to joke about.

Sawamura Daichi: What the fuck. (Or, the captains' squad interactions that definitely happen outside of canon, presented in Skype chat form.)

“Just fucking choose.” Iwaizumi was trying to control his voice but it was getting harder every passing moment. Especially when his best friend was being extremely difficult. “Hmn… how about cuddling with hundreds of kittens?” Oikawa mused pursing his dry lips.

"Oh my God," Kuroo said, eyes growing wide. He slowly turned to fully face Oikawa, "I'm in love with Kenma." Oikawa brought his tea to his mouth. "Yeah," he said, smiling through the steam rising in front of his face, "I know."

淋浴後，厚丸走進臥室，發現佐久沙在看起來像某種塑料片的衣物上放了一塊滴布。輕微的塑料皺褶讓厚生想起 Sakusa 在溫度玩耍的時間的方式，因為在水、冰和熱蠟之間，事情變得非常混亂。 今天的事情會變得如何混亂？

The MSBY Black Jackals were vacationing on an island when lockdown measures were put in place due to a pandemic. While the rest of their teammates managed to get on the last flight back to Japan, Kiyoomi and Atsumu didn't make it. To be stuck in close quarters with your enemy-slash-teammate in a foreign country for an indefinite period of time...it shouldn’t be too bad, right? (Or: Due to an unfortunate series of events, Kiyoomi and Atsumu get stuck on an island together. For seven months.)

Atsumu has a long history of pissing people off, but this time he’s gone too far. Someone wants him dead, and although he doesn’t know who or why, it becomes clear very quickly that both he and Osamu are in danger. After a couple of close calls, Kita - the Kumicho of Inarizaki - decides it’s not safe for the two of them to stay in Hyogo; not until he finds out who placed the hit and eliminates them. Atsumu reluctantly finds himself in Tokyo, taken in by a yakuza group that’s nothing like Inarizaki. The Black Jackals are a different breed, more lethal than he’s used to, and Sakusa Kiyoomi is the worst of them all. Of course that’s who Atsumu gets stuck with, and he and Sakusa are in constant competition for who hates each other more. Tokyo should be a safe haven but between Atsumu’s bloody new assignments, the lingering threat on his life, and all the days trapped with Sakusa, Atsumu isn’t sure he’ll make it out of Tokyo alive.

Following the lives of our favourite volleyball dorks as they live their day to day lives. Some highs and lows, drops, pups, heats, ruts, fluff, angst and family time. You name it, we got it in this story!

“Oh. You're. Not Asahi.”Calmed down enough that he can speak again, Daichi takes a deep breath, his smile settling on his face easily and wide.“Not as far as I know, no.” Suga accidentally calls a stranger instead of his best friend, tells him all about his burned batch of cookies before realising, and that particular mistake might turn out the best one he ever made.

Tooru is pretty sure he could manage the mating habits of a mosquito. It’s the mating habits of people he can’t seem to get right.

“Mmm,” Sakusa hums, then straightens up. “Oh, there was one thing I forgot to set out.” Atsumu clutches his towel as Sakusa walks over to his dresser and crouches down to find something in the bottom drawer. When he turns around, he’s clutching a large plug. Atsumu thinks about trying to make it an hour with that inside him and feels the color drain from his face. “Omi, that’s mean.” Sakusa laughs quietly. “You like me mean.”

In which Akaashi Keiji is an overworked accountant who stumbles upon Bokuto one night playing the piano in the lobby of his work. Bokuto is different, that much is obvious. But with such supreme musical talent and a smile so dazzling it rivals the sun, there's just something about him that brings Akaashi back every night.

“So this was the equipment ya needed, huh?” Kiyoomi removes his mask and extracts a pair of nitrile gloves from the pocket of his waistcoat, then turns around to see Atsumu glancing appraisingly around the room, hands on his hips. “Yes. I want access to whichever parts of your body I choose,” he confirms, pulling on each glove with a satisfying snap that makes Atsumu flinch and flush. “Plus, you’re strong, and I need something that can keep you completely still without running the risk of breaking anything in my apartment.” Atsumu looks delighted at this objective statement of fact. “Knew ya couldn’t resist these guns, Omi-kun.”

"Already this worked up?" Kiyoomi muses, tipping his chin upwards with a knuckle to observe the flush on his cheeks. "I'm going to start with thirty minutes since you're a beginner, but if you're already this aroused it's going to become difficult for you pretty quickly." "Thirty minutes of what?" Atsumu bites out. "Edging. Stimulation without orgasm." "Shit."

Somewhere out there is your forever one wearing your Mark on their skin; it's just a matter of finding them.

A collection of oneshots in which you have sex with volleyball players. Additional tags/pairings will be added as each oneshot is posted.

Oh, so that’s why Sakusa told him to take ibuprofen beforehand. “That looks like it’s gonna hurt,” Atsumu blurts out as Sakusa guides him up onto the bed, perched on his knees. Sakusa strokes a hand up between his shoulders, then curls two fingers into the chest harness and pushes Atsumu down, taking advantage of the leverage the rope affords him to press his chest to the bed. “I’m counting on it.”

“I’m in love,” Oikawa declared, succumbing to the warm embrace of his arms once more, burying his head deep within the confines. “You’re dating someone? Oh shit, I didn’t know that,” Kuroo whistled. “I wish,” Oikawa responded with a sigh, memory flashing back to the handsome stranger and his green eyes, warm complexion, and those arms – “Oh, so it’s that kind of love. Alright, hit me. What’s his name?” Oikawa’s face twisted down in an offended glare. “You don’t know his name?” Kuroo asked carefully, lips teetering on the edge of a smile. “Not yet, but I will. Mark my words, the next time he comes in here I’m going to get his name and his number,” Oikawa announced firmly. “That is, if he comes back. You know, this could have been a one time thing,” Bokuto reminded unhelpfully. “I take back what I said earlier. I’m firing you,” Oikawa deadpanned.

Oikawa texts the wrong number when complaining about Ushijima, and then keeps texting Iwaizumi.

“Don’t see what the point of all the secrecy is when ya already told me what we’re doin' today, Omi-kun.” They toe off their shoes and line them up against the wall. Kiyoomi puts his keys on their hook on the coat rack. “There are a lot of variations to temperature play, but one of the best parts is the way it surprises you and keeps you on edge,” Kiyoomi explains, pulling off his scarf. “That’s why you’ll be blindfolded and gagged.”

Kei realizes in their second year of high school that he's probably been in love with Yamaguchi since they were ten. However hopeless he might be in handling that situation, Kei prays he's at least not as hopeless as Hinata and Kageyama. But he just might be.

Oikawa Tooru doesn't need an alpha. He's doing fine all on his own. And the past four years of being a single mother have proven that this is exactly what he wanted from life. Of course, life has a way of not always going as planned.

“I'm gonna date that,” Bokuto declares solemnly, and Kuroo throws a plastic spoon at his head.

Hinata's charm and charisma are practically irresistible, and everyone seems to know this but him. It's for the best though, because none of the volleyball teams want the little middle blocker to know the things he could get them to do by just flashing them one of his sunshine smiles Or: Just a bunch of fluffy one-shots about our favorite orange crow making friends with absolutely everyone and Karasuno collectively losing their shit. Or: Hinata melting the hearts of everyone he meets.

When it happens, it’s not romantic. Things between them have never been romantic, after all. They’re too stupid for that.