Bottsumu Week 2022
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Bottsumu Week is a NSFW fanweek dedicated to Miya Atsumu from the series Haikyuu!! running from May 23rd-29th, 2022, with a bonus day on May 30th. Prompts and guidelines for the event can be found on our Twitter and Carrd. For the plain text version, please visit the following link.
— Any and all Atsumu ships are accepted for this event! Feel free to create for any pairings, threesomes, polyamorous ships, gangbangs... the world is Atsumu’s oyster! Solo Atsumu works are also welcome.
— If you use Twitter to promote your fics, use the hashtag #bottsumuweek2022 and tag our account, @bottsumuweek, so we can RT and share your works!
— Don't forget to show your appreciation for everyone's hard work! 💖
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Recent works
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Atsumu fidgeted underneath Kuroo’s gaze.
“Strip,” Kuroo said.
“What?”
“We gotta check the merchandise don’t we? We’ve got a client who’s looking for something like you, but he’s quite particular about his preferences.”
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Normally it wouldn’t be this bad, normally he’d have peed before he left their apartment before his run. Today Kiyoomi had told him not to, had made him drink a glass of water before he left knowing full well Atsumu would drink another two bottles while he was out. And now that he’s home he’s desperate, threatening to leak in his shorts as the waistband presses meanly against his bladder.
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Atsumu would do anything for Kiyoomi. Whether that's helping with spring cleaning, taking the lead in the kitchen, or being pissed in during sex (multiple times), he's happy to do whatever Kiyoomi asks him to do.
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A series of shorts centered around Miya Atsumu in submissive scenarios and AU's.
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- Part 7 of Haikyuu Fan Weeks
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After the All-Star match, Atsumu gets annihilated by fem!Oikawa.
"That's right," she whispered, crouching over to look him in the eye. He looked completely debauched: strings of saliva trailing down to his collarbones, pupils blown wide and black, all 6 feet and 180 gym-hardened pounds of Miya Atsumu folded helpless and needy at her feet.Gently, she slid her fingers out of his mouth. Wiped the excess drool across his cheek. His mouth stayed open, tongue wide and ready, eyes clouded.