#jenthreads #atsuken nsfw, secret(ish) fwb
Kenma sank back into the armchair in Hinata and Sakusa's living room, a pillow in his arms and his eyes glued to the TV where Atsumu, Bokuto, Hinata, and Kuroo were playing a very spirited game of Mario Kart.
#bokuroo #jenthreads implied nsfw
Kuroo glared down at the brace around his left wrist. He should be at home preparing for his team's game tomorrow, not walking into his second bar of the evening, but he needed something - or maybe someone - to dull the frustration of being injured
#atsuomi #jenthreads implied nsfw
Atsumu usually hated when strangers invaded his regular bar, but the group of salarymen that had come in tonight got a pass simply because it included the hottest man Atsumu had ever seen.
#daisuga #jenthreads royalty au
Suga looked up at the doors to the hall and took a deep breath. He wasn't supposed to be here. Sneaking out of the castle was one thing, but going to a courtship ball, especially a masquerade one catering to merchant and townspeople?
#iwaoi #jenthreads
Iwaizumi's going to kill me, Oikawa thought as he laid down onto his friend's couch. He was supposed to be at practice, he wanted to be at practice, but that wasn't an option for a few days.
