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tiza0925 · 9 months

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just one more | bkak 18+

Warnings/Tags: Alternate Universe, FTM Akaashi, Trans Akaashi, Explicit Sexual Content, SMUT, CONSENSUAL Somnophilia, Oral Sex, Multiple Orgasms, ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS ARE AGED-UP AND OVER THE AGE OF 18

Pairing: Bokuto Koutarou x Akaashi Keiji (BokuAka)

Or: a fic where Akaashi wakes up to his boyfriend eating him out

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Bokuto is a weak man when it comes to Akaashi Keiji.

He won’t ever try to deny it—in fact, Bokuto will gladly admit that to any and everyone he knows.

Akaashi Keiji can easily make Bokuto drop to his knees with just a simple look. Word.

Even just by breathing.

Akaashi is just too perfect that Bokuto finds himself constantly wondering how the hell he even ended up with Akaashi when the man could have quite literally anyone. How Bokuto got so damn lucky that Akaashi still chose to be with him.

He’ll never know—despite how many times Akaashi reassures him with words of affirmation—

It’s just too good to be true sometimes.

It might come off as pathetic and Bokuto genuinely does not care.

He will worship his boyfriend whenever he gets the chance to.

…Just like how he is right now as he kisses the skin right under Akaashi’s jaw, hearing his boyfriend let out a small, dreamy sigh as he sleeps.

It’s not something they do often.

But Bokuto has been needier than usual lately—even though they went through two rounds of sex last night that had Akaashi knocking out right after their shower—

Bokuto still wanted more. It’s like he couldn’t get enough of Akaashi—even devouring him whole would probably still leave Bokuto hungry for more.

Blame it on the intense games Bokuto has had these past few weeks. And it’s not Bokuto’s fault that his boyfriend is someone that deserves to be appreciated whenever given the chance, okay?

So, Akaashi made a suggestion. One he very rarely brings up.

But every time he does—

It’s like telling Bokuto it’s Christmas morning or that he’s the ‘best volleyball player’ in the world.

Because not only does it give Bokuto the freedom to do whatever he likes to Akaashi—

But it also shows the immense trust Akaashi has in Bokuto.

That in the past, Akaashi would never consider letting Bokuto touch him while he was asleep. Not when Akaashi has been dealing with his issues regarding his body and everything that comes with it.

But Akaashi trusts Bokuto more than anything, now.

Enough to know Bokuto will never do anything to hurt Akaashi, not in a way Akaashi doesn’t like, that Bokuto knows what’s okay and what isn’t when it comes to sex for Akaashi.

Or that Bokuto won’t ever take things too far when Akaashi is at his most vulnerable: when he’s sleeping.

So, here he is, running his tongue along Akaashi’s neck, savouring the sweet taste of Akaashi’s skin all while Bokuto can feel his boyfriend sleep soundly underneath him.

There’s a thrill in knowing just how much your boyfriend trusts you to let something like this happen.

That Akaashi is willing to put his entire body in Bokuto’s control without any hesitation.

And maybe that’s why Bokuto already feels himself growing half-hard as he nips and sucks on Akaashi’s neck, careful not to add another small purple mark to the already existing ones that Akaashi has from earlier.

Or it could be because Akaashi smells so good, his skin feels soft under Bokuto’s lips and hands, and he still manages to look so damn handsome—even when he’s dead asleep.

He makes his way down, and Bokuto slides one hand underneath the bottom hem of Akaashi’s shirt—which is really Bokuto’s that Akaashi has claimed as his own from here on out—and Bokuto splays his fingers out as he slides them up smooth skin that’s wrung tight with muscles, feeling every breath Akaashi makes under the rough palm of his hand.

It’s no secret that Akaashi is physically smaller than Bokuto.

It’s evident whenever they’re near each other—Bokuto is broader, thick with muscles, and just a tad bit taller.

But that doesn’t mean Akaashi doesn’t have anything behind the clothes he wears.

The muscles are there whenever he flexes and moves—especially whenever he wears a fitted shirt or pants that hug his body in this delicious way that Bokuto always finds himself salivating at.

Akaashi has been going to the gym more frequently with Bokuto—and Bokuto can easily see the way it pays off when he rolls up Akaashi’s shirt to reveal his stomach and chest, planes of muscles lining Akaashi’s body in all the perfect places that Bokuto wants to run his tongue over.

Bokuto swipes a delicate thumb over one of Akaashi’s nipples, and Bokuto’s eyes flit over to watch Akaashi’s expression—humming to himself with contentment when all he sees is a slight twitch of Akaashi’s lashes against his cheekbones.

Akaashi’s nipple is pert and hard when Bokuto wraps his lips around one to suck on, and he tries to keep his own moans to a minimum as he flicks the very tip of his tongue over the nipple, his thumb coming down to gently brush over the scars that sit right below Akaashi’s chest.

It took a long time for Akaashi to feel comfortable with Bokuto touching him here.

It was more of a personal thing than worrying about what Bokuto would think—because the man made it abundantly clear that he did not care what Akaashi did to his body as long as Akaashi was happy. And that was enough for Bokuto.

But words can only go so far, and Akaashi needed more time to just…adjust. Feel comfortable with his new body and the sensations that come with it.

And Bokuto was more than willing to wait—take it at Akaashi’s pace.

It wasn’t a walk in a park—Bokuto will admit that much—but it was worth it.

Especially now, when Akaashi is a lot more confident in how he looks, and would respond so eagerly whenever Bokuto touches him—

Bokuto is so damn glad he waited.

It just sucks—only a little—that Bokuto won’t be able to hear or see Akaashi’s reactions this time as he plays with Akaashi’s nipple with his tongue while using one of his hands to roll the other nipple between his fingers.

Truthfully, Bokuto can go at this for a while.

He likes the feel of Akaashi’s chest—lean but still taut with muscles—under the palm of his hands. He revels in feeling the heat tingle under his lips as he drags his mouth from one nipple to the other, coupled with the occasional hitch in Akaashi’s breathing while he sleeps.

But he’ll have to save that for another time.

Bokuto doesn’t want to wake Akaashi up just yet—and he will if he lets himself get carried away with what he’s doing.

If Akaashi is going to wake up now, Bokuto wants it to at least be worth it.

Lips travel down Akaashi’s stomach, and Bokuto can’t help but let a small smile lift his mouth at the faint trail of hair that’s now leading down and disappears under the waistband of Akaashi’s boxers.

Bokuto doesn’t know why he finds that little bit so attractive on Akaashi, but it’s something that has heat stirring in his gut as he goes to graze his teeth over Akaashi’s hipbone before his face finds itself right where Bokuto likes it best—right between Akaashi’s thighs.

And Bokuto is ever more grateful that his boyfriend decided to not put back on his pants before bed—it just means one less layer between Bokuto and what he wants, and he sighs happily as he runs his hands over Akaashi’s legs, up his thighs, and he presses his fingers into the flesh to feel the muscles underneath.

“So warm,” Bokuto mutters to himself as he nestles his face right against Akaashi’s groin, the fabric of Akaashi’s boxers doing little to hide the outline of him and what lies under.

He mouths at Akaashi’s clothed cunt, and if Bokuto’s pride was intact whenever he was with Akaashi—he might have felt an ounce of shame at how fast his mouth begins to water at the faintest contact of his face against Akaashi’s cunt.

But all he can think about is getting to taste Akaashi. All he feels is how light and dizzy his head is at the feel of Akaashi against his mouth as he licks and kisses Akaashi’s cunt through the boxers—getting the underwear damp in the process.

And so far, the only thing Bokuto hears in return is the occasional sighs, so low and quiet, that leave Akaashi’s lips, and when he looks up before he’s tugging down Akaashi’s boxers—

He notes the knitted eyebrows wearing Akaashi’s face, and how his lips—always so nice and full—are slightly parted to let every breath in and out.

It tugs at Bokuto’s heart a little—how effortlessly good Akaashi looks—and he tucks his lower lips under his top teeth as he slips two fingers under the waistband of Akaashi’s underwear, and pulls it down as much as possible to expose Akaashi’s slit—

“Shit,” The curse slips out under Bokuto’s breath before he can even think about stopping it, and he lets out a quiet groan when he sees how wet Akaashi already is, his folds glistening in the dim lighting that spills into their room from the sun just barely rising outside.

Bokuto moves in, feeling warm thighs caress the sides of his face, and he turns his head to rest his lips on one of Akaashi’s inner thighs as a sharp exhale leaves his nose when he thumbs the outer lips of Akaashi’s pussy.

And for a moment, Bokuto lets his hands stay there—as if he’s trying to indulge in the warmth of the skin surrounding Akaashi’s cunt—all while Bokuto leaves small kisses along his boyfriend’s thigh, the need to bite and suck on every square inch of skin on Akaashi consumes Bokuto until his mind goes a little hazy.

Then—

Bokuto slides his fore and middle finger up Akaashi’s inner lips, coating his fingers with Akaashi’s arousal until the very tips of his fingers bump against the underside of the clit, and then he spreads his fingers apart—exposing all of Akaashi for Bokuto to admire.

It has Bokuto’s dick twitching in his sweatpants, and he wets his lips as he delicately wraps his lips around Akaashi’s clit to give it a soft kiss—then he runs the very tip of his tongue down Akaashi’s slit as he gradually opens his mouth until he reaches Akaashi’s entrance, then running the flat of the tongue back up and through his folds until it flicks at the clit.

This time, Bokuto can hear the break in Akaashi’s levelled breathing with a small hitch, and Bokuto finds himself grinning—all lazy and amused—as he teases the outer lips of Akaashi’s pussy with his tongue, then he nips at the curve of skin where his cunt and inner thigh meets all while Bokuto presses the pad of his thumb against the clit that’s slowly becoming more swollen the more he gives it attention.

Heat.

That’s the first thing that Akaashi registers when he’s pulled out of a dream he’s already starting to forget.

He’s not fully awake yet—sleep is still pulling at his edges, making everything fuzzy and thick. He keeps fading in and out of it, his mind hazy and his surroundings unknown.

But he’s a little more aware now to know that he feels hot.

In his face. Chest. Stomach. Especially his legs—

He feels the heat under his skin, buzzing and intense, and Akaashi’s face screws with confusion because he doesn’t remember it being so hot in their room at night.

Which leads to the next sensation that Akaashi notices—he’s wet between his thighs, and Akaashi grimaces because what the hell, is it that hot that he’s been sweating in his sleep?

There’s a small grunt that comes from the back of Akaashi’s throat, and he opens his legs a little more in hopes to cool himself off.

But then he hears another noise—a mumble or a groan from somewhere, his ears barely picking up on words that sound like “good” and “boy”. He must be dreaming still, right?

Akaashi lets out a heavy exhale—the wetness is still there, though—but he’s still too tired to make himself fully wake up yet.

The bed feels too comfy, and warm, and he barely sees any light streaming through his eyelids so he knows it’s either the middle of the night or too early in the morning.

He just wants to sleep a little more, he doesn’t want to get up.

Plus—

The warmth and wetness between his legs aren’t so bad the more insistent it becomes.

Something that he can deal with as he lets sleep drag him back under and he turns his face to the side to partially cover it with a pillow.

It has pleasant heat spreading in his stomach, and he lets out a breathy sigh—feeling all pliant and soft and—

And then there’s cool air brushing against him, and Akaashi immediately frowns when he feels it right between his inner thighs where—

Oh.

He’s not wearing his boxers, Akaashi realizes with a steady increase in his heart rate, as he takes in the realization that his most intimate part is exposed for anyone to see if they walked in right now.

A spot where he suddenly feels pressure pushing against it—something heavy and warm and wet sliding through him—and something firm, in what feels like fingers, pressing into the skin over his hips to keep him in place.

A groan slips out of Akaashi, and he blearily moves his head—his eyes slowly cracking open—as bolts of electricity wreck through him as sleepiness fades away and he becomes more awake.

He becomes more aware that there’s a body between his legs. That it’s not sweat but saliva tricking down his thighs and getting smeared all over.

That it’s Bokuto being the reason Akaashi feels so hot, that there’s a throbbing ache in his lower stomach, and that the buzzing heat under his skin is gradually growing heavier and needier.

Akaashi’s head still feels like it’s stuffed with a foggy haze, his body feels so droopy, but he still manages to blindly reach with one hand down his body until he feels loose, soft strands of Bokuto’s hair, and the only word he lets out is simple and laced with a moan. “‘Ko.”

It’s all starting to come back to Akaashi the more worked up he gets, and the pressure that he’s now realizing is a tongue becomes demanding against his soaked cunt.

He remembers what he told Bokuto last night. What he said Bokuto can do to him.

Akaashi remembers how anxious but also really excited at the idea of Bokuto using him even as he slept.

He doesn’t know why—maybe it’s because of the idea of Bokuto being so insatiable that he would fuck Akaashi even in his sleep—that does things to Akaashi. Like Bokuto can’t seem to get enough and always wants more of whatever Akaashi will give.

The only thing is that Akaashi just assumed Bokuto would fuck him—fill Akaashi with his cock until he had his fill, but—

Akaashi relaxes into a shuddering breath, his fingers scratching Bokuto’s scalp as the man’s hair caresses Akaashi’s thighs and his tongue eagerly laps at his clit.

—This is also good. Really fucking good.

“Morning, Keiji,” Akaashi hears a muffled voice, still rough from sleep, and Akaashi keens at the vibrations against his cunt as Bokuto continues to lick him with that insanely determined tongue of his.

The only reply Akaashi manages to give at the moment is a louder groan as he tugs on Bokuto’s hair, jerking into Bokuto’s touch and mouth as the pleasure overwhelms him so quickly with how Akaashi was merely thrown into it with no warning—a harsh wave of liquid heat waking him up and snapping all of his senses to focus on the orgasm that’s about to burst.

“Fuck,” Akaashi sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth, and he doesn’t mean to but—

His thighs squeeze together when Bokuto gives his sensitive clit quick, kitten licks—seemingly intent on getting Akaashi to crash so soon—and it has his thighs nearly suffocating Bokuto with how tight he’s clenching around the man’s head.

But if Bokuto’s answering groan and increasing fever in the way he eats Akaashi out is anything to go by—

Bokuto doesn’t seem to mind at all.

Because he doesn’t.

He loves feeling Akaashi’s thighs—so nice and smooth but also firm with muscles—around him, blocking out all of his senses and the only thing he knows is Akaashi and how he feels and tastes.

Bokuto revels in how Akaashi is growing more needy as he wakes up, and rocks his hips as he tries to fuck himself back in Bokuto’s mouth.

It makes Bokuto’s head spins and spurs him on as he uses both thumbs to spread Akaashi’s cunt wide and flick his tongue over that engorged clit—fast and hard as if he’s so damn thirsty he might die if he stops.

“God—Ko, shit—” The orgasm comes way too fast for Akaashi to prepare for it. To savour it.

It spears through him and has his spine snapping as his whole body catches fire, and pulsing waves of pleasure trickle through him.

Akaashi can’t speak, his mouth hanging open with a drawn-out moan, and he barely hears how Bokuto is groaning as well—his lips sucking on Akaashi’s clit until it starts to burn and Akaashi starts to shake at the overloading sensation of the push and pull between pleasure and pain.

And when Akaashi is left panting, beads of sweat dampening his curls, and his fingers grow lax in Bokuto’s hair—

Bokuto lets go of Akaashi’s oversensitive clit with a gentle pull, and he licks his lips as golden eyes flicker up to watch Akaashi.

How his chest billows as he tries to catch his breath, and Bokuto watches the line of Akaashi’s throat bob with a thick swallow.

“…” Bokuto presses a smile into one of Akaashi’s inner thighs, his teeth delicately grazing the skin, and his thumb moves to prod at Akaashi’s hole—and Bokuto lets out a low breath through his nose at how wet Akaashi is.

And Akaashi shivers at the small push of the tip of Bokuto’s thumb into him.

It’s not unwelcome, but it’s still so soon with how sensitive Akaashi feels down there.

His body feels like a puddle, and Akaashi is ready to go back to sleep after that pleasant—yet sudden—orgasm he just had.

He should at least say something, though. And he prepares to do just that as Akaashi swallows—noting how dry his mouth feels—and wets his slightly chapped lips.

But—

“Fuck—” Akaashi gasps instead, and his fingers instantly grip onto Bokuto’s strands—his words cut off in his throat—when he feels the same slick tongue replace the thumb that was playing with his hole, and he squeezes his legs to close reflexively. “Ko, wait—”

It’s not that he doesn’t want Bokuto to go again—hell, Akaashi loves the oversensitivity and Bokuto knows it.

But he feels bad being the only one getting an orgasm right now. He wants to please Bokuto now that he’s fully awake and aroused.

And yet—

“One more.”

“I—” Akaashi gulps, seemingly unable to take a damn breath, and a shiver wracks through him, heat exploding at his nerve endings when Bokuto circles Akaashi’s wet entrance with his tongue.

“Just one more,” It almost sounds like a plea with how throaty and velvet-heavy Bokuto’s voice sounds—breathless like he’s drunk off just eating Akaashi out—and Akaashi thinks he’s just too weak to deny Bokuto anything when he asks so nicely as he runs his thumb up and down Akaashi’s folds. “Please, Keiji…just one more.”

God—how do you even say ‘no’ when Bokuto is practically begging to have his mouth on Akaashi like that?

Especially when Akaashi moves up to lean on his elbows, and tips his chin down to already find hooded honey eyes staring back at him—they’re so murky with desire and plea—with tousled hair that has Akaashi’s heart leaping in his throat.

Sometimes, Akaashi wonders how the hell he got so lucky to have Bokuto all to himself.

“…” Akaashi huffs out a breath, a little amused and a little exasperated, and goes to lay his head back into the pillow, throwing one arm across his eyes as he closes them, and his other hand loosens in Bokuto’s hair, appreciating how only he gets to see Bokuto without the insane amount of gel covering his signature hairstyle. “You’re unbelievable.”

He says that, and yet Bokuto watches how Akaashi’s thighs fall open to give Bokuto more room to work with—acting as some silent permission for Bokuto to do as he pleases.

And Bokuto grins, triumphant, as he moves to hook his hands under Akaashi’s thighs. His voice is sweet and thick like it’s been dipped in dark chocolate. “And you still love me.”

Even if Akaashi has something to say to that, his mouth already forming a smile as they open—

He doesn’t get the chance to because Bokuto is quick on lifting Akaashi’s legs over his broad shoulders to rest on, and Bokuto is eagerly pushing forward to have his mouth back where he needs them.

Slick excitement spirals up Akaashi’s spine when he feels Bokuto’s warm lips on him, causing Akaashi’s eyes to wrench open with a faint gasp.

This time, when Bokuto puts his mouth back on Akaashi’s cunt—he’s slow at first.

Languid licks of his tongue run from the bottom to the top of Akaashi’s slit, feeling and treasuring how Akaashi pulses against him as Bokuto gradually builds the arousal that’s beginning to simmer in Akaashi’s stomach again.

Bokuto takes his time with it.

Low groans and huffs of breath leave Bokuto as he traces different patterns through Akaashi’s folds, his hands making a firm presence as it runs up Akaashi’s legs and hips, and Bokuto’s tongue is more worshipful with the way he licks Akaashi’s cunt and occasionally dipping into Akaashi’s hole.

Akaashi will never understand it but—

Bokuto makes it seem like he’s doing this for himself just as much as it is for Akaashi—like he enjoys eating Akaashi out as much as Akaashi likes having Bokuto’s mouth on him.

Of course, Akaashi isn’t complaining as Boktuo closes his lips to pull his clit into his mouth—his tongue giving firm strokes over and over until the tension inside Akaashi spreads so thin and hot that he swears it’s about to snap.

It’s just…it honestly feels surreal to Akaashi because what man begs to go down on their partner?

Apparently, Bokuto does.

And that feeling alone is intoxicating.

Time seems to blur the longer Bokuto works at Akaashi’s cunt, his strokes growing faster and hungrier with a bit more pressure, his attention focusing more on the clit to add sparks of heat slicking up Akaashi’s spine.

Then Bokuto slides his mouth down, and the hand above Akaashi’s face quickly moves to grip the sheets when he feels Bokuto’s tongue push inside him—fucking him with a newfound intensity that has Akaashi nearly crushing Bokuto’s head with his thighs.

It’s not the same whenever Bokuto fingers him or has his dick inside Akaashi—it doesn’t give that same satisfying feeling of being full.

But Bokuto’s tongue is hot and so wet and flexible—

And Bokuto is an insatiable lover that will try to get his tongue as deep as it can go—the very tip of it just barely grazing over Akaashi’s sweet spot, causing Akaashi to let out a wet moan and jerk his hips into Bokuto’s face.

Bokuto doesn’t even care that he has saliva running down his chin with some of Akaashi’s arousal coating him.

Not when Akaashi is gripping onto his hair and fucking himself on Bokuto’s tongue—blindly chasing that second orgasm and letting out unashamed moans to colour the air around them—and Bokuto swears he can feel his cock leaking just by that alone.

And the thing about Bokuto is that the way he is and acts in his everyday life translates well into how he is in bed.

He’s passionate and messy when he eats Akaashi out—putting his all into it, loud as ever with the groans he lets out against Akaashi’s cunt, and he’s not one for being delicate.

He gets saliva and Akaashi’s fluids everywhere, sloppy and uncaring how messy it may get as he curls his tongue inside Akaashi’s hole, licking his way through drenched folds until his tongue is undulating against Akaashi’s swollen clit—

He just wants more. He wants Akaashi to feel good.

And Akaashi thinks he might drown from the intensity of it all as his muscles grow tight, and he inhales short, deep breaths that are tinged with a groan.

A litany of curses falls from Akaashi’s lips when Bokuto decides to slip his middle finger in—not too far, but enough to tease Akaashi and massage that spongey spot inside him.

“Oh god—” Akaashi clenches around Bokuto’s finger, his hips bucking up in response.

And Boktuo grunts—one hand coming down to hold Akaashi’s hips to keep him pinned in place, while his other hand is busy fucking Akaashi all while his thumb is strumming his cunt.

And it shouldn’t be so hot that Bokuto can keep Akaashi down with just one hand like that—

But at the moment—it has Akaashi growing so heated in his cheeks and his pussy pulses at the fact that Bokuto can casually show off his strength like that with barely any effort.

It’s also what has Akaashi finally cumming for the second time.

“Fuck—Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, Koutarou—”

Heat burns in Akaashi’s chest, his cheeks tingle, his sense of hearing is gone, and he thinks he might actually stop breathing as his orgasm throbs through him—consuming him as white-hot pleasure spreads and his back arches as much as it can as he moans with Boktuo’s name on his tongue.

And Bokuto watches with half-lidded eyes as Akaashi throws his head back, his chest rising and falling so rapidly as he cums on Boktuo’s fingers and tongue, all while Boktuo works him through it—his finger never stopping while he flicks his tongue over Akaashi’s clit with fast strokes until he can feel the strain in his mouth.

Bokuto doesn’t stop until he feels Akaashi’s body violently twitching, and he hears Akaashi’s moan bleeding into broken gasps and sobs as the pleasure turns into pain and overstimulation.

But even then—

He doesn’t let up without giving Akaashi’s—now dripping—cunt one, wide lick with his tongue. As if Bokuto wants to cherish everything and how Akaashi tastes.

Like the man can’t bear the thought of parting from it before he reluctantly leans back with a heavy breath, and wipes his mouth with his thumb, panting as he recovers from basically suffocating himself between Akaashi’s legs.

Everything feels slow and out of place as Akaashi gradually comes back to himself.

It feels like forever when everything isn’t so hot and blurry, and Akaashi can breathe again as he inhales a long, heavy breath.

It’s not an easy task for Akaashi to lift his legs off Bokuto’s shoulders to let them fall on the bed—he feels so limp and worn out and he didn’t even do anything.

Huffing out a breath, Akaashi grimaces a little at all the wetness on his body starting to cool from the air—but his face quickly smooths into a peaceful cadence when he feels Bokuto’s hands come back to cover his body, fingers working on Akaashi’s thighs with a gentle massage.

And, eventually, Bokuto breaks the comfortable silence with a soft voice. “You okay?”

Such a simple question, and it never fails to do things to Akaashi’s heart whenever Bokuto always asks.

Akaashi hums, stretching his legs, and finally look down—

Only for his face to light up with surprise at how utterly debauched Bokuto looks.

His chin is shiny with either saliva or Akaashi’s fluids—or perhaps both, he can’t tell—and Bokuto’s hair is a mess, locks falling everywhere that makes Akaashi’s heart do little flips in his chest.

It’s a sight that Akaashi can barely stifle a small snort from, trying to hide his fond smile behind the back of his palm as he nods with a hum. “I feel great, just tired.”

Bokuto figures given the sleepy eyes Akaashi is looking at him with.

A seemingly proud grin forms on Bokuto’s face, and he gives Akaashi’s thighs a light squeeze before he moves off the bed. “Good, we still have some time for sleep before we need to get ready.”

Akaashi frowns, too lazy to turn his head up to look at the digital clock on their nightstand. “What time is it?”

Bokuto’s answering wince in his eyes is nothing short of sheepish. “Too early.”

And that’s all he gives Akaashi before he turns to leave for the restroom to wash his face, all while Akaashi allows his body sink into the mattress—feeling pleasantly content and soft—as he waits for Bokuto to come back to sleep with him.

Even if the bed is a little damp and Akaashi feels sticky from Bokuto’s ministrations—

He doesn’t care when he has Bokuto pulling him against a hard chest—so warm and secure—and he’s giving Akaashi a slow and sweet kiss on the lips before they slip back to sleep for a few more hours.

They can wait until later on to shower and clean up.

For now—Akaashi is too relaxed and comfortable to even fathom the idea of getting out of bed and leaving Bokuto’s side.

…And maybe later on, Bokuto is the one waking up this time to a short and sudden orgasm when he feels a hot mouth wrapped around him, sucking him off until Bokuto is writhing underneath Akaashi and groaning as he pulls on curly dark hair.

Both of them making more of a mess on their bed which they undoubtedly need to clean after all of this.

But that’s a story for another day.

End.

Thank you for reading 💙

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angelsparkls · 1 year

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all my favorite fics that no one asked for:

* = my absolute favorites

multiple ship fics:

All in the Cards (series)* - (haikyuu) MY FAVORITE FIC OF ALL TIME! although lengthy it is such a good read and has a lot of popular ships! the au is such a cool concept and the plot and characters are thought out so well it’s amazing and should definitely check it out

The Crystal Miracles - (kuroko no basket) based off steven universe but coming from someone who has never watched steven universe the fic was not super dependent on it and was just based around the plot of steven universe (apparently i talked about with my friend who actually watched steven universe) i thought it was cool so definitely recommend! also a bit lengthy but worth it

friends, worlds apart - (haikyuu) it’s mainly bokuaka but there’s other ships so i decided to put this fic here. tbh i don’t remember it too well but i do know it well enough to know that it was really good! it’s a pretty long hogwarts au fic and is based off basic plot points from harry potter but it’s not too similar imo so overall a good read!

Haikyuu:

Death Threats & Wine Bottles - (semishira) domestic semishira. that’s all. it’s cute. there’s nothing to not like about it.

Saltwater Room - (kuroken) i think i read this because of a recommendation and man it was funny. i enjoyed all the fun little bits of kenma and hinata just being friends but also the more serious angsty parts and having the whole conflict with kuroo and kenma’s dream. *sigh* it’s good but lengthy. worth it in my opinion but i like long fics so maybe not your cup of tea

When I Fall In Love - (semishira) i can’t really remember this fic since i read it a long time ago but i do remember liking it! the band au/pianist au concept was cool seeing it with semishira and they are so supportive of each other after they get over their annoyance! it’s not as long as the other long fics i’ve recommended but definitely give it a shot!

Cover My Thoughts In Gold - (bokuaka) some classic soulmate au because they are soulmates so why not have a fic that has them be confirmed soulmates

True Ending - (kuroken) marriage proposal in the best and cutest way possible and one that perfectly fits them 🥺

Cat’s Out of the Bag - (kuroken) it’s just some cute little scenes of kenma as a shapeshifter and kuroo not knowing. it’s quick but so so cute how they interact

Maybe, Probably - (sakuatsu) cute hogwarts au of slytherin atsumu and ravenclaw sakusa. yeah that’s basically it

Rose Gold - (semishira) ROYALTY AU SEMISHIRA AAAAAAA definitely one of my favorite considering that I actually never see a royalty au centered around them

Vibrant - (semishira) im a sucker for soulmate aus but this soulmate au especially was such a cute concept!

A Musical World Thanks To You - (semishira) soulmate au fic but you can hear songs that your soulmate is listening to! it really is such a good concept with semi asking shirabu to be in the talent show with him and perform a song and yk yk big build up to the moment hehe

Dog visits - (kyouhaba) the classic “oh he’s different than i thought what do i do now” and yahaba being soft with kyoutani’s dog is everything and kyoutani not knowing how to deal with yahaba barging into his life 😍

be my honeybee - (kyouhaba) tw: implied/referenced child ab/se if you aren’t comfortable with that please don’t read <3 but it is a good fic and addresses real issues especially with kyoutani not really having anyone to help him until yahaba came around. it’s a bit long and made me cry a little so that’s why it’s good

Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back - (kyouhaba) everyone has superpower abilities!! i always love aus like this so it’s not a surprise it’s one of my favorites. it also touches on mental health in the form of kyoutani doing too much for people when he doesn’t need to and always sacrificing himself for others even when it makes him unhappy. it’s so good tho if you ever decide to read it because it is a bit long

rewrite the stars - (kuroken) arranged marriage au where kenma and kageyama are going to get married but by the end they realize that they are marrying the wrong people and its so cute seeing kenma come to that realization

Kuroko No Basket:

The Frog in the Well - (midotaka) it has been a while since i read this fic but i do remember laughing about this and just thinking it was overall cute especially with the whole aspect of being a loose retelling of “The Frog-King” and i know two other people who also read this and thought it was cute so there’s that

The Witch in the Tower - (murahimu) this is from the same series and author as the previous knb fic i recommended because this fic is also based around a fairy tale and i found this really cute because they are kinda domestic in this fic since there’s just an adopted child in a tower… anyway

Feels Like Winning - (murahimu) just some soulmate au for them because murasakibara not knowing how to deal with feelings <3

Only with You - (kikasa) a cute fic for this surprisingly underrated ship! it’s not too long but encompasses these idiots’ relationship in this fic perfectly

Claws and paws - (murahimu) this shapeshifter au is so cute because like height difference 😍 and also the whole idea of like himuro being this tiny cat compared for murasakibara is funny to me. it’s kind of long but i enjoyed it!

Other Fandoms:

Boy Problems - (mirio togata x tamaki amajiki) an OG for me it’s actually one of my first bookmarks and it’s a cute little oneshot that reminds me how oblivious and stupid these idiots are

the blind leading the blind - (childe x zhongli) it’s not really focused on relationship but it really touches on the betrayal that childe feels after realizing that zhongli gave his gnosis to signora behind his back and i think this fic is so very cool for creating that scenario and executed it perfectly!

kintsugi - (teru minamoto x akane aoi) oh lord. oh god. this fic actually kinda broke me. it’s a very bittersweet fic that makes me go OMG YAY and then oh oh oh oh /neg but it does end happily. at what cost tho. it’s so so so good tho definitely recommend. a little lengthy but not too bad

Look At Me Like That - (momotarou mikoshiba x aiichirou nitori) THIS FIC SUMS UP THIS SHIP PERFECTLY! ITS SO GOOD! like the whole thingg of ai having unrequited feelings for rin but is now in love with this idiot momo is exactly how i see their relationship and having that tied up in this one fic.

#fanfic recommendation #haikyuu!!#kuroken #bokuaka #semishira #sakuatsu #kyouhaba #kuroko no basket #midotaka #murahimu #kikasa #miritama #zhongchi #terukane #momoai #original posts

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cheriecelestial · 4 months

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Ephemeral Infinity Of Spring

pairing *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ patient!satoru gojo x med school student!geto suguru

genre *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ drama,comedy,angst. romance, fluff.

cw *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ angst, strong language, typos, grammatical errors, cliché moments , violence, potential medical malpractice

a/n : *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ so it’s inspired by ' In another life' - a bokuaka fanfiction by LittleLuxray on ao3 .

╰ ┈➤ Chapter List

╰ ┈➤ Master list

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞

𝕴t hadn't been long since Geto Suguru had been to a concert hospital . Not because he was suffering from any ailments rather he had the misfortune of being a medical student . Visiting a hospital regularly for assignments to help with his GPA and other related future prospects was one of his responsibilities as a med school student . The cold February wind ruffled Suguru's dark hair. The radiant hues of horizon reflected in his dead eyes. Standing at the edge of the high rise building with his portfolio and other necessities. He was stuck with the honor he never asked for. Being the envious golden student born into a family of doctors , he should be happy and grateful, but he's not. Only he knew the pain when his heart wanted to live but he wanted to die. All these years living life for someone, he'd lost himself in this world. His life felt somewhat was colorless.

The hospital was a place of both life and death . Within these brightly lit hallways laced with doors on both side spreading like labyrinth expanding into the fabric of universe itself. It was pretty ironic. People take their first open their eyes here, not even being able to recognise faces of their own family, within these sterile white walls and die here, leaving their loved ones behind. A heartless farewell . Suguru disliked both . To him , little children were considered an unnecessary economic liability . It was sickening to be surrounded by all of this and often more sickening than the disease you are expected to cure as a doctor . These white walls of hospital were grey. Doctors and Nurses bustled through the hallway like train in its track, unstopping and moving, not even budging to look at the state of people hurled up in the waiting room . The receptionist's hands moved like tongs on the desk , mechanically creating a bundle of thousands of signed receipts like a printer. Someone coughed. Someone cried, but overall it was just the silence and the plight of patients in the waiting room, devoid of laughter and happiness. Everything there was mechanical. Like clockwork.

The pungent stench of antiseptic lingered in the air. If that wasn't enough to make him want to gag, well, there was a floor cleaner pricking his nose. Suguru composed himself and told himself 'I'm used to it', yet he couldn't hold himself from frowning.

" Um Geto Suguru-san ?" He heard a voice , causing him to whip his head towards the source . It was woman with long dark hair which glowed with a hint of purple under the blue tinted hospital lights . Some strands tied behind her head and was sporting a scar on the right side of her face that crossed the bridge of her nose. She was a little older than him considering she was wearing a receptionist's outfit . " Uh yes that's me" The woman nodded at his words and asked him to follow her . While walking to her work station , she gave him a rundown of the hospital and how great it was - something Suguru paid no attention to . In about fifteen minutes or so , all paperwork was sorted out and he was officially signed up . No going back I guess , he thought to himself .

The woman had been babbling for long enough for his ears to become numb to it. What was it? 30 minutes? 20 minutes? The sound of her voice was nothing more than background noise to Suguru's ears at this point and he'd totally lost comprehension of her words . This was precisely being lost in an abyss of nothingness, treading aimless. "Found you" A smug voice shone in stark contrast through the darkness like guiding sunshine. He turned and saw the profile of an unfamiliar young man of his age . Conventionally, this new guy would be considered a very tall man but Suguru being 6'1" himself was only a couple inches shorter in comparison.

His striking delicate but sharp features were mesmerizing with almost feminine perfection . Perhaps it was his snowy white hair that fell on his forehead, or the way his circular shades rested on his nose or perhaps his smug grin, or who knows, lollipop propped between his teeth ? No, it was his lips dyed fainted blue that Suguru couldn't help detach his eyes away from . This guy had a total air of a snob about him, he was the cool type of popular kid at highschool who'd die without attention. Suguru steered away from such people. They were walking natural disasters. Despite that, Suguru couldn't help being mildly curious about him at the same time. 'What am I even thinking? Focus.' he told himself but then his gaze fell on the guy's clothes. A white and blue patterned clothing. 'He's a patient' Suguru noticed.

" I'm sorry but do i know you ?" Suguru tilted his head and asked . " Nope but -" The man grinned taking his lollipop from between his lips and cocking it in Suguru's direction causing the ebony haired man to reflexively cringe away . " my hottie radar said there was a hot single in this area and my senses - " he haughtily pointed his index finger at the tip of his nose and continued " are never wrong and I think of it as my duty to check them out " Suguru felt his eye twitch as he stared back at the man . There is no way he just said that . Suguru considered himself quite a patient man; he had to skipped a year through college and coming home to a mountain of homework and having to deal with his parent's and his own expectations – he was not easily flustered or overwhelmed when faced with a unusual personalities . However nothing in life could prepare him for the current situation he was in . " So you mean to say you're a public nuisance who's liable to getting booked for harassment ?" The white haired man pulled the shades resting on the bridge of his nose down and stared at him in bewilderment . Suguru bit his tongue instantly regretting his words . There goes my good impression , he lamented internally . He didn't dare look to his side to see the nurse's reaction . He expected the man to get offended and yell at him , but instead he burst out laughing . So hard he almost doubled over .

" Yo Utahime I'm keeping this one , he's just too fun", He grabbed Suguru's shoulders , still laughing and the nurse just sighed at this incorrigible Jack Frost imposter, that was what Suguru labeled him in his mind, she shook her head . " Do as you see fit ." His wide grin became even wider . Think of the devil reincarnate . Before the poor medical student could even comprehend half the things happening around him, it was too late for him to plead his case. He started in vain, " But miss I am an intern , I'm not supposed to -"

" One of the duties of interns is to look after patients babygirl" Jack Frost imposter said as he dragged him away . The dark haired man looked to the nurse for help who just passed him a mournful unempathetic glance that said, 'You're on your own, kid' and turned away to continue working .

He felt hurt at being ditched. But then again, he was used to it. All of it. He irritatedly walked behind the chirpy extravert, who waved and smiled at everyone that passed by. This guy seemed to literally be familiar with everyone in this place. Finally, the two men with contrasting personality stopped in front of the more colorful part of the hospital, the pediatrics ward, and the man smiled proudly ," This is where you will be working"

" But I'm a neurology major ! This isn't my field of interest or expertise"

" Seriously, who cares ?"

" B-but I have no experience- " he panicked.

"Then let's get it"

taglist: @sleepykittycx / @kentply

#gojo satoru x geto suguru #gojo x geto #gojo satoru #jjk geto #geto suguru #jjk gojo #jjk #satosugu

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anadiilua · 2 months

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I'm writing a new bokuaka fic that I hope to post next week. It is currently at 9.4k words. It's a fake dating fic with a twist... If you're interested consider following me to know when I post it (it'll be on ao3)

#moonie talks #bokuaka #bkak #haikyuu #hq #bokuto koutarou #akaashi keiji #bokuto x akaashi #fic talk #hq fanfic #bokuaka fanfic

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allthefujoshiunite · 8 months

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Have you ever thought about red flag uke? Sure, it's easy to find red flag seme, but the uke.... Do you have any BL recs about red flag uke?

Also, can I ask BL recs that kinda remind you of Bokuto x Akashi from Haikyuu? Where one is oblivious, loveable, straight forward person and the other is quite, serious but always looking after the other?

Sorry for this random ask, thanks if you want to answer.....

Hi! It really is easier to find red flag seme (makes sense since the word means “to attack” or “to be on the offence”) but the way authors/ artists depict uke characters have been changing as well ~ I currently don’t have access to my computer, so I’ll just list the titles I have in mind and update if I have any additions next week (ish). Enjoy!

Research is serious business, you guys.

What people consider a “red flag” differs to be honest, some people draw the line at cheating while others may or may not excuse murder depending on the situation. Some want the character to be sweet to their partner but be toxic otherwise, while others want the relationship itself to be toxic. I don’t know which case you feel drawn to, so I’ll be going with my gut (again) lol

Checkmate (Tan): He’s manipulative! He’s petty! Everything you need in a toxic uke, Soohyun has it. And interestingly, Eunsung is not exactly put off by it. I was asked whether I know another title like Checkmate and I honestly don’t. I have reviewed it in the past (now the main story is completed and side stories are being released) so if you want more info, I suggest you check it out.

Wonna Do It? (Cho Sangduck): Another title I mentioned in the answe I linked above. Can be found in Lezhin’s library. This is a very short, unhinged story that I need continuation of immediately!

Liveta (muzi): I have briefly read this one and liked it, you might want to check it out on Lezhin.

Mad Place (Junah): Tbh I was very enthusiastic going into this series and read 30+ chapters but my interest fizzled out. The uke in this title is scheming something (I didn’t stick around long enough to find out) and you can consider him a tad manipulative. There’s crime and investigation and you might find it more intriguing than me! On Lezhin.

Pornographer + Pornographer Playback + Mood Indigo (Maki Marukido): All three are in Manga Planet’s (Futekiya) library. The main character Kijima is an author, and while Pornographer (Playback is the continuation) focuses on him and Haruhiko, Mood Indigo is Kijima becoming an author and his relationship with his editor. I suggest you read Pornographer first and then read Mood Indigo for better context! Kijima will frustrate you to the max skcjdnjc.

A Lotus Flower In the Mud (Tamekou): This is not just a red flag uke but a red flag all over fkfnfj. Be mindful of the tags before you go in!

The King of Home Cooking (Lee Hyun-joo): The uke in this is one of the most frustrating characters I’ve ever read, he’s so unlikable and remains that way until the very end and that’s kinda why I like this series xD It has a very interesting theme as well, highly suggested! Can be read on Tappytoon.

A s for titles similar to BokuAka. I have a previous list that would kind of fit what you’re looking for (except the first and the last one). Here’s another list with puppy seme x cool(-ish) uke types.

That’s all I have for now! Hope you like the recommendations.

#allthefujoshiunite answers #bl manga #yaoi recommendation #yaoi manhwa #bl recommendation #yaoi manga #checkmate #a lotus flower in the mud #wonna do it #pornographer #mood indigo #the king of home cooking #liveta #mad place #red flag uke

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akanothere · 9 months

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About me

Part time fandom artist, full time clown.

20+, she/her.

DO NOT REPOST, EDIT, PRINT FOR COMMERCIAL USE OR BULK PRINTING

DO NOT FEED MY ART TO AI PLEASE

AI IMAGE GENERATOR USERS DO NOT INTERACT

TRACING& COPYING ARE FORBIDDEN AND BLOCKED. IF YOU ARE TOO AN ARTIST PLEASE RESPECT THIS UNIVERSAL RULE (UNLESS MEME/PARODY). “HIGHLY INSPIRED” WITHOUT CREDIT WILL BE BLOCKED AS WELL. MY HOURS OF HARDWORK AND BRAIN JUICE ARE NOT FOR YOU TO USE IN THIS WAY. I APPRECIATE THE LIKE BUT PLEASE DO NOT DO THIS

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, DO NOT FOLLOW.

THIS IS A MATURE BLOG OFTEN ENGAGING WITH DARK CONTENT, HOWEVER I STILL HAVE DNIs.

THIS BLOG CONTAINS NSFW, BLOOD AND GORE DRAWINGS, TONS OF TOXIC RELATIONSHIP AND OTHER TW (ALL PROPERLY TAGGED UNLESS I FORGOT ONE OR TWO. IF I DO PLEASE TELL ME!!!)

FULL DNI, DOS AND DON’T, FANDOM CONTENT WARNINGS BELOW. I AM BAD AT EXPRESSING SO IT GETS LENGTHY BUT UM HOPE IT CLEARS UP EVERYTHING

THIS USER DOES NOT ACCEPT INSULTS, VIOLENCE, ABUSE, SLURS, AND DEATH THREATS TOWARDS HUMAN IN REAL LIFE.

What to expect or not here:

⚠️VERY IMPORTANT

I can tolerate/will create darker themed content when it comes to Danny Johnson or Tom Riddle, as well as some other slashers or mature fandoms and villains. I would say this is NOT a safe blog (I mean come on those are bad guys what do you expect! Don’t be too delulu to a point you gonna make them a good guy). However I do not tolerate any form of violence, abuse and discrimination in real life. Seriously, get help if you come across to any of these.

All my darker artworks are NOT for you to follow irl (can’t believe I still have to say this in 2020s do people use their brains nowadays)— It is for me to explore darker concepts, trying to figure out how, for example, how people attracted by psycho criminals, WITHOUT using an existing criminal and hurting anyone irl. Bc everyone is FAKE, they don’t exist, it’s FICTIONAL. Also, to explore my own/seen traumas. I turn personal issues into NSFW kinks or simply dark shit etc, and cope with it as a fictional content. Not exactly the best idea I know but this keeps me sane and overthinking about the past irl. I do not tolerate death/abuse threats and insults towards human in real life, it’s stupid. And all of you should also keep every dark shit fictional content in fictional world. We do not need anymore crime irl thank you very much. Think before you act or talk. Fandom is not that serious to a point you wish death and suggesting violence upon someone.

For my Haikyuu or Naruto art those are mostly safe as hell (my opinion) just loving caring and tons of smooch smooch!😭💖 OMFG I MEAN BOKUAKA HOW YOU GONNA LOOK AT THEM AND THINK OF ANYTHING DARK HELLO EXCUSE ME

Generally I’m open-minded to all ships and kinks (even with complicated relationships where abuse are mentioned for plot reasons, or larger age difference), but l0lic0ns and ped0s you can do us a favour go fk yourself🖕😘🖕While I’m in horror movies fandom, I do not support real life criminals. If you do or even a delulu fan of them please stay away from every living beings, also fk you too🫶💓 I don’t engage with inc3st contents, however will bear it for past trauma, but will not read purely inc3st stories. Pseudo/step c3st sometimes okay (depends on context really). Also I draw& read& reblog dead doves, which contains different TW like abuse/non-con/dub-con, you have been warned!!!! If it’s dark content with NSFW, please only recommend me with characters at least over age of consent but much more better if they are of age coz tbh I’m more into adult relationships really ahem. DO NOT SEND ME CREEPY PED0 (UNDER AGE OF CONSENT) SHIT THROUGH “ASK ME”. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED AND REPORTED. Also usual DNIs coz I’m traumatised by how stupid they are considering I am the most stupid people on this planet— c0mmies/ z!onists/ transphobes/ TERF/ homophobes/ biphobes/ typical fujoshis who complains about hetero but do same shit if it’s gay, do not interact.

ABOUT NSFW OR COMMISSION— In all circumstances, I cannot and will not create NSFW art piece regarding minors under the age of consent. PLEASE DO NOT EVEN ASK COME ON DUDE…

Also I DO NOT accept any NSFW commission, even it’s purely about adult characters. Adult characters with a bit of suggestive content, maybe um okay base on context. If it’s a pairing or character(s) that is at the age of consent (not an adult), and is from NSFW story/series, but you wish to make SFW art, please check with me before commissioning. Coz sometimes I read darker content but really do not have the heart to draw it if it’s too much for me…However let me be clear again— ANY NSFW OR SUGGESTIVE ART OF MINOR CHARACTERS UNDER THE AGE OF CONSENT IS NOT OKAY FOR ME. I’M NOT COMFORTABLE DOING IT. DON’T EVEN BOTHER ASKING. PLEASE. THANK YOU VERY MUCH.

I don’t post NSFW art directly (artistic nudes, maybe; explicit nudes? Nah). However, I talk nonsense/ adult jokes/ head canon on my socials, so please DNI if you are not comfortable with. I can’t check every single account before I reply, so minors and people who are not pleased with NSFW topics: if you see this post, do not engage with my posts even they are SFW. Sometimes posting slightly NSFW (aka suggestive) art or head canons directly, but will still tag it as NSFW.

I create art for my inner peace and needs. I cannot babysit and accommodate everyone, so, if you don’t like, don’t engage. The definition of “problematic ships” differs from person to person coz fk me people nowadays overuse this too much to a point idk what is & what is not…

Fandoms and ships

Dead by Daylight

Ghostface centric, Ghostface x OC/ x reader, sometimes GhostFrank, GhostMeg and GhostFrankMeg-the-daddy-issue-trio-poly

⚠️IMPORTANT: It’s totally okay to consume my version of Jed Olsen X OC content and imagining in your brain it’s you or whoever his S/O is, but I block people who draw my version of Jed with themselves/self-inserts/OCs, or generally drawing him. It’s a culture here: impolite to draw someone’s design without permission😭💦 So please don’t take it personally, it’s just me not comfortable with sharing my design of Jed with other people’s self insert/OC. Also I have many plans for him so when people draws him (even not a ship art), it might actually interfere with my WIP sketches and ideas which makes me so awkward like “should I continue when someone drew it already???” However I am glad many people like him! Thank you for giving him love he really doesn’t deserve it he belongs in the trash💥

PS. There are some designs out here alike which of course is fine, I do not own the character himself, but I‘ll stay away or block if it’s too alike/ overly referenced. I stay quiet about things I don’t like so unless shoving it in my face, I will just walk away🧍‍♀️💦Need not worry!

Haikyuu!!

BokuAka, sometimes Tsukishima centric and SunaKita

Harry Potter (Wizarding World)

Tom Riddle centric, Tomione. Casual: Tomarry, Drarry/Harco, Voldantonin, Antonmione, GGAD, SebOmi/OmiSeb, Sebastian Sallow x MC, Ominis Gaunt x MC, Seb+Omi+MC trio friendship.

⚠️I DO NOT SUPPORT JK ROWLING’S TRANSPHOBIC SPEECH. TRANS WOMEN ARE WOMEN. IF YOU CAN’T ACCEPT OTHERS HAPPINESS AND RIGHTS, THIS IS NOT A PLACE FOR YOU. FK OFF.

ALSO THAT ONE TOMIONE ANON WHO KEEPS ANNOYING WRITERS WHEN THEY WRITE FOR OTHER PAIR— DO NOT INTERACT.

Don’t follow me for ships. See me as a cheap ass £10 all you can eat cushion buffet please. No quality of art here. Just pure delulu and bad drawing skills.

Naruto

KakaSaku, ObiRin, ObiKaka and InoSaku.

⚠️Note that my main ship in this fandom is KakaSaku, but only when Sakura is of age and usually I ship them in same age AU. And I don’t ship them if they were very close as student and teacher before Sakura of age (it’s really weird). I also love them as platonically best friends, the way their personalities work together if they were born in the same generation, not the teenage-creepy-forbidden-love-in-classroom-gro0ming type of shit, in case you start wondering. If there’s no KakaSaku tag or it is described as “platonic”, it means that art is not a romantic ship art. There might be some head canon etc about teenage SKR having a crush on KKS or both of them feeling butterflies in stomach, but I will always prefer Kakashi not stepping over the boundaries in some close to canon AUs. He is a very nice person and would never take advantage of SKR, I think. It’s true crushing on older people like this happens irl, so I admire the storytelling, but OOC af if KKS lets himself be this low. If you are still concerned or feeling uncomfortable about this ship, please block me. ALSO DON’T RECOMMEND REAL FKED UP CONTENT TO ME that was the reason I stopped drawing coz mentally grossed out I had to stay away from the fandom for at least a while💀 I swear those KKSK doujins from like 15+years ago grossed me a lot if you know which ones you know… hell I don’t wanna spread those out no one should ever read that… would do anything to unsee the cover of those doujins MY FKING BRAIN WAS DAMAGED FK

Other games, films and anime

Who’s Lila?, Cube Escape & Rusty Lake series, Year Walk, Disco Elysiumc, Good Omens, Hotline Miami, Chainsaw Man, Golden Kamuy, Dorohedoro, any Kon Satoshi/ Ito Junji/ Wong Ka Wai’s creations, Horror and thrillers, Sci-fics

Fic recommendation lists

(Most of them are dark, dead doves and NSFW. Some are light and cracks! Read TW and tags. Read at your own risk.)

Danny x You/OC/SO

Tomione

#about my blog #about my art #not a safe blog for minors #but I can’t tag minors dni or else they can’t see this post and thought they can interact lmao #seriously minors dni

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lovesyarnandnancydrew · 3 months

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For the sakuatsu post:

They have like kind of? A little rivalry in the manga where they compete to get the first service ace and then just like poke at the other in little ways. I think people like the fact that they’re both considered jerks and they’re jerks to each other in a fun way.

I’m more of a bokuaka, soft ship person so I totally could misinterpret why people ship them, but that’s my understanding!

Thanks for your answer! It's just that other ships are obvious and logical, but sakuatsu made no sense to me in terms of how they fit into the canon events.

#haikyuu #sakusa kiyoomi #miya atsumu #sakuatsu

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freakurodani · 3 months

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“Woah! How old are you, Akaashi-san?” Hinata interrupted.

Ah, what a good question. Keiji considered. “I’ve seen the moon wax and wane tens of thousands of times.”

Two blank faces, illuminated by lantern light, looked up at him. Bokuto was counting on his fingers. “I’m around two thousand years old. Give or take.”

Chapter six of my fanfic Lights Cast Shadows is up! if youre interested in a magical bokuaka au check it out <3

#bokuaka #hq!!#bokuto koutarou #akaashi keiji #conspiracy lvl: text

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redrocketpanda · 9 months

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WIP Tag Game

rules: make a 24-hour poll with the names of your WIPs, let it run, then write one sentence for every vote the winner got

tagged by: @axreliono ayyyyyy

tagging: this is a *super* low pressure tag but I'm also gonna be mean and tag @parad0xymoron eheheheh (and consider yourself tagged if ya want in!)

I have two in progress big bang fics which I can't share anything from but you do have this lovely array to choose from still:

little summaries:

What I Was Made For (skts) There are 3 things in life that Miya Atsumu knows for damn sure: 1. That he is hilarious, charming, drop-dead gorgeous and adored by all. 2. That he is outstandingly exceptional in (almost) every sense. 3. That if he is ever anything less than outstanding, no one will love him anymore. Or: how Sakusa & co. help Atsumu realise that he is good enough and worthy of love all the time, every day, exactly as he is

Fire On the Horizon (krbk) 15 years. It's been 15 years since Kirishima has seen Bakugou. Red Riot is now one of the most beloved top heroes, he helped to rebuild Japan in the wake of the post-war arc, he (mostly) moved on with his life. But all of that is thrown into disarray when "Dynamight: missing, presumed dead" suddenly reappears on the scene

Astarion Punishment Smut Fic (Domme! Vico/Bttm Astarion) Does what it says on the tin. 3 chapters of unadulterated Astarion punishment smut feat. my Tav, BDSM dynamics, and clowning Astarion over and over again

The Miya Atsumu Humiliation Show (Atsumu/Terushima) Similarly to above but a house party one-shot where smug Atsumu gets clowned multiple times in front of/by Terushima, until it all culminates in raunchy sex (where the clowning ofc continues)

The Hardest of Hearts (skts Dark Academia AU) Told from Sakusa's perspective as he navigates a rather complicated relationship with his roommate, Atsumu, and life studying abroad at a prestigious creative arts university in England. Features descriptions of Sakusa playing the piano, the discovery of Atsumu's secret art, and trying to figure out wtf it all means

Untitled Itadori/Inumaki/Sukuna trash smut Again, does what it says on the tin. I apologise to the internet for my horrendous brain but there was something about Inumaki/Itadori "experimenting" with Inumaki's cursed speech and Sukuna deciding that he needs to intervene that absolutely rotted my brain

HQ BokuAka Prom Fic (bkak) Bokuto desperately wants to ask Akaashi to prom but is scared that the Fukurodani students will treat Akaashi differently once Bokuto graduates. Enter: Kuroo, Hero of the Hour - who gets together his fellow volleyball captains to plot a HQ takeover of Fukurodani's prom. Birds (and cats, and plants, etc) of a feather flock together. Features super cute dancing scenes (bc ofc) and Bokuto's sisters

Kunichi Smut (Kunigami/Raichi) Raichi just cannot stop thinking about Kunigami and it doesn't help that Kunigami is fucking everywhere he goes - on the pitch, in the gym, in the mess hall, in the showers. But it doesn't make sense bc Kunigami's like... a guy? The fuck is up with that. Or: (almost wildcard) Kunigami notices Raichi has the hots for him and proceeds to wind him up until Raichi can't stand it anymore, and then Kunigami rails Raichi in the showers

Apotheosis (bkak greek mythology AU) Minor god Akaashi + Beloved mortal Bokuto fall in love with each other. It's a story that can only end in tragedy. Except, Bokuto doesn't accept that. He figures all he has to do is turn into a god and then they can be together forever. Sounds easy, right? Features a beautiful bkak love story, HQ characters as greek gods, and Bokuto just being wonderful

#look. DON'T come for me over how many WIPs are on this list (and let's ignore the 2 bb ones that I couldn't include)#something happened and its been downhill since then #HELP ME FINISH THINGS PLEASE?!#skts #sakuatsu #krbk #kiribaku #terusumu #itadori/inumaki/sukuna #bkak #bokuaka #astarion/tav #kunichi #hq #bllk #mha #bg3 #there was a point in my life where I hated humiliation and yet somewhere along the way 4/9 of my wips became humilation based smut #gotta clown them boys

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haikyuu fic recs #3

a compilation of all the fics i have recced from 27 june 2021 to 25 june 2022. the previous 2 compilations will be linked below.

this mainly inlcudes iwaoi, kagehina, kuroken, and bokuaka (espeically iwaoi lol). there’s also a bit of sakuatsu, etc, but i didn’t rec enough of them this time to warrant their own section, so they will be included in the ‘others’ section. this is fairly long, so most of the fics will be included below the cut. enjoy!!

(part one, part two)

99 Days of Dating Bokuto Koutarou by carxies

Completed | T | 6.3k

Akaashi has never even considered being in relationship. His life is school, volleyball and extra practices late in the afternoon. When he gives it a second thought, Bokuto plays a role in all of these things.

Now translated into russian at https://ficbook.net/readfic/7344836

CookingWithHoot ぶーぶーちう料理 has updated by awkwardedgeworth

Completed | T | 6.9k

[Eng Sub] MSBY Black Jackal Five Tiered Bento Box / ムスビイブラックジャッカル 5レベル弁当 6781 views • 3 hours ago CookingWithHoot ぶーぶーちう料理 4.2K subscribers Today’s recipe consist of volleyball onigiri, fried octopus sausages, stir fried vegetables, chicken karaage, and more.

akaashi has a small youtube channel. everyone seems to be more interested in his little owl figurines, mysterious husband and the alarming amount of MSBY merch he has than the actual recipes.

Devotion from Two Angles by Mirykirigum

Completed | G | 8.0k

The Earth was made for them, for those who loved on purpose. It just took two halves of a whole to see it. Or: Navigating your early twenties is hard. Navigating your early twenties when another piece of you is miles away is even worse. They make it work. Somehow.

Black Paper Planes by coffins

Completed | T | 19.8k

Keiji is a second year now and he has three goals for the school year: be in the honour roll, win the nationals and stop liking Bokuto.

Akaashi Keiji shouldn’t like boys. It’s not normal and it isn’t expected of society- and yet he’s in love with Bokuto Koutarou, a winsome and garrulous third year and most importantly, a boy.

(in which Akaashi just really wants to be a normal heterosexual guy in a homophobic society but can’t because of a boy who seems to hold the universe in his eyes).

Dicks by jibrailis

Completed | T | 3.2k

Iwaizumi, vampire hunter.

nth time’s the charm by shrimpheavnnow

Completed | T | 3.4k

The article — Ten Easiest Demons To Summon For Novice Witches! — had very explicitly stated that the demon was supposed to be small, bewinged, and hesitant and pliable.

Not far too tall, sporting four horns, a rather pointy-looking tail, and a decidedly un-hesitant and un-pliable snarl. With fangs.

In the Telling by tiggeryumyum

Completed | T | 6.1k

Muggleborn Iwaizumi could not be less impressed with pureblood Oikawa Tooru.

Phone Home by ghostystarr

Completed | G | 6.6k

Oikawa Tooru is currently orbiting Earth at 445 kilometers per minute, but falling in love with the voice in his ear makes it feel so much slower than that. AU Iwaoi.

Yaobikuni by PlumTea

Completed | M | 7.1k

Eat a mermaid’s flesh, and you can live forever. One night, Iwaizumi catches a mermaid in a trap.

boys, boys, boys by pleathe

WIP | T | 7.8k

Does Iwaizumi have a thing for setters or do setters have a thing for Iwaizumi?

not even half as pretty by shrimpheavnnow

Completed | M | 11.1k

Iwa shakes his head, huffing out a soft chuckle. Tooru moves in to fix his tie, and Iwa tilts his head up, letting Tooru do so. “Is it stupid that I’m feeling a little nervous?”

Tooru allows himself to take longer than necessary in adjusting Iwa’s tie. Allows himself to brush his fingers against Iwa’s neck, allows himself to feel the warmth of Iwa’s presence; allows himself to pretend he can do this everyday.

***

Tooru never thought he’d be the best man at Iwa’s wedding, but, well – here they are.

yours for the weekend (‘tis the damn season) by thelittlebirdthattoldyou

Completed | T | 14.4k

“I missed you,” Oikawa says.

“I missed you, too.”

“Can we…” Oikawa licks his lips. “Just for the weekend?”

Iwaizumi closes his eyes, exhales. He wonders how it’s possible that every time Oikawa returns, it’s like he never left at all. They laugh and they kiss and act like nothing could ever separate them up to the moment of his departure. Then he slips through Iwaizumi’s fingers like gossamer thread, and the year of emptiness in between visits grows longer every time.

Still. “Just for the weekend,” Iwaizumi agrees.

Every year, Hollywood actor Oikawa Tooru returns to his hometown and the arms of his childhood best friend. This time, something’s different.

an allegory of all the things we could’ve been by iwaoiks

Completed | T | 16.6k

“They say,” Oikawa begins, running long fingers down Iwaizumi’s spine, “that when two people are destined to be lovers, the Gods bind them together with an invisible red cord.” Iwaizumi raises a brow, conjuring only vague recollections of such a story told by his mother, but does not interrupt. Oikawa continues, “No matter how far apart they are, no matter how long it takes, they’ll always find each other. In this life or the next.”

Outside, the moon is just beginning to slip from the sky. Iwaizumi brushes Oikawa’s hair behind his ear, quiet and pensive, before he reaches out for Oikawa’s hand. Their fingers slot against each other, a perfect fit, and Iwaizumi brings their hands closer to his mouth. He presses his lips to Oikawa’s knuckles. In the light of the retreating moon, Iwaizumi thinks that Oikawa looks ephemeral.

“I don’t know anything about some red string,” Iwaizumi murmurs into the cracks of Oikawa’s skin, “or even about lifetimes or fate. But no matter where you are, I’ll find you. Gods or otherwise.”

[or: Iwaizumi and Oikawa make a promise they intend to keep.]

Special Relativity by buttonstuck

Completed | T | 22.7k

Time moves differently for people in different inertial reference frames.

–

Oikawa goes on a two-year exploratory mission in space. Iwaizumi’s been waiting for a lot longer than that.

April 10th by orphan_account

Completed | M | 25.8k

“On March 15th, 20XX, Oikawa Tooru died in a car accident. It was later made known to us that the accident was, unfortunately, deliberate.

The 23 year old me has walked away with many regrets. I hope that, with the help of this letter, you will be able change your future.

Sincerely, Iwaizumi Hajime.”

(An Orange x Haikyuu!! crossover).

Like Perennials by tether (tothemoon)

Completed | T | 35.5k

“I figured it out about a month before graduation.”

When Oikawa explains this, they are sitting together in a boat in the middle of Lake Pichola, India, hiding at the end of the fourteenth century with no one to bother them. Hajime sifts his hand through the water to cool his face while Oikawa pauses to collect himself, sights fixed on the royal blue of an emerging night sky. He holds two fingers up to the yellowed moon, pinches it into forced perspective, and palms it completely to force the light out of his eye. At the view, he smiles like he’s defeated all the knowing gods, the fates and their fickle futures, and humbles himself from the stratosphere.

“You know the story, Iwa-chan,” Oikawa tells him, back on earth. “Boy jumps to Miyagi in attempt to run away. It is raining, when he meets another, and they are both five years old. Neither of them can decide if he is from years past, or years to come. Hell, he could be a monster, for all they know.”

Full Bloom by bumblebeesknees

Completed | E | 57.5k

After the closing ceremonies, Oikawa and Iwaizumi head back home to Miyagi. Turns out this thing between them that’s been a lifetime in the making – that probably should’ve been made whole years ago – still needs a little more time to form. -

It should be difficult to find any single instance that stands out brighter than the rest, all of them powered by the same steady current of lifelong affection, but there are two moments Hajime keeps going back to:

In the first, they’re eighteen.

Press and Hold to Delete by Esselle

Completed | G | 2.2k

‘Kageyama clutches his phone in his sweaty grip and stares at it unblinkingly. The screen is entirely too bright in the dark of his room and his eyes are starting to burn. It is punishment, he thinks, punishment for not seeing the error of his ways until it was far, far too late.

I like you.

The message, bold and black on the stark white LINE background, is just there. It’s there, on his phone screen, a reminder of his stupidity, of all the ways in which he has made a Terrible Mistake. At the top of the chat, the name of the recipient glares back at him:

Hinata Shouyou.’

–

Kageyama sends an impulsive text at 2 AM, and immediately regrets it.

i never planned on someone (like you) by spaceburgers

Completed | T | 7.8k

“I mean,” Suga continues, “I think you guys have the potential to be really good friends.”

Just as he finishes speaking Hinata slips and bashes his head into the edge of the counter.

Or, wherein Hinata and Kageyama are baristas at a coffee shop.

maps, from me to you by tothemoon

Completed | T | 9.6k

This is a (non-chronological) account of the memories they make out of millimeters.

soft serve by tothemoon

Completed | T | 9.7k

“I’m gonna run you over with this truck,” Kageyama says, with only half of his usual conviction.

(Because frankly, he’s still flabbergasted that Hinata would remember his favorite flavor.)

Or, in which Kageyama and Hinata drive an ice cream truck for a week, the former struggles with a crush, and the latter dares to eat the popsicles without paying.

by this time next year by reeology

Completed | T | 29.0k

“I got offers from two universities,” Kageyama announces, pointing at his chest with his thumb. “I’m going to play volleyball at Keio this spring.”

“You still have to pass an exam, even if it’s an easy one,” Takeda-sensei hurries to add, although he is beaming and bursting with pride at his fluffy little crow chick taking off to play volleyball at a university level.

“I’ll pass,” Kageyama says with the same kind of confidence he uses when he tells Hinata he’ll get the toss to him. He looks straight at Hinata, and Hinata jerks and turns red, wondering if maybe Kageyama knew he was daydreaming about something as stupid as the way Kageyama talks to him during a game. But then Kageyama just points at him and says, “You’d better get in, too.”

Hinata, stupid, naive, idiot that he is, grins wide and nods and says, “Yeah!”

He doesn’t know what he’s in for.

Forever and Always by talonyth

Completed | M | 29.2k

“You swear it’s forever but how long is forever? A life time? Two? Maybe ten? Is it infinite? Will we forget each other? What about never meeting each other? What about killing each other? Dying for the other? Will we live through all that? Will we find each other every time? Will we be forever?”

frilly pink apron by citronnes

Completed | T | 2.9k

kuroo loves to be embarrassing. there’s literally no other reason why he’d walk onto stream wearing nothing but a fucking frilly pink apron and sweats where you can see all of his goddamn upper body.

Pure Love by todxrxki

Completed | T | 3.4k

“Okay. You’ve said hi. I think that’s enough.”

“Hey, and you all should convince him to let me play as a guest on one of his streams one day, yeah?”

“Oh my god. Shut up.”

“It’s nice to meet you all. Keep supporting him for me, will ya?”

“Good. Bye. Anyways, where were we? …no, chat, I’m not dating Kuro. Next topic of conversation, please.” / In which Kenma and Kuroo’s relationship is revealed through a series of videos.

Those Words Left Unsaid by NeverNothing

Completed | T | 4.4k

He did not want to tell him like this, over the phone and their relationship oddly fragile. Kuroo promised himself he would not break script.

I Must Be Dreaming by todxrxki

Completed | T | 11.2k

Kenma Kozume, university student and soulmate skeptic, is not fond of all of pop rock band Neko’s frontman, Tetsurou Kuroo, believing him to be a party boy and a corporate sellout. However, his world turns upside down when Tetsurou’s soulmark gets leaked to the media - and it’s a mark that’s all too familiar.

crushed little stars by neenswrites

Completed | T | 16.7k

When Kenma was 13, he swore to himself that he would never, ever get star tear disease.

Three years later, he met Hinata Shouyou.

Beginning’s End by todxrxki

Completed | T | 23.8k

Somehow over the course of Kenma’s lifetime, he’s never really had an opportunity to miss Kuroo. He’s always been there. Even when they went to different schools, Kuroo would meet him afterwards so they could walk home together, shoulders brushing, Kuroo occasionally taking the opportunity to guide him when his nose was buried in the newest video game. The thought of Kuroo not being there anymore is uncomfortable, to say the least. / Kozume Kenma’s third year and the changes the year brings in himself and his relationship with Kuroo Tetsurou.

Gen || brilho do sol by AlzazelSustrai

Completed | G | 5.5k

Nicolas Romero is not an arrogant man. But he is rather sad that his son shows nothing but apathy for the sport that he loves.

Imagine his surprise when, on a trip home from Japan, Rubens Romero tells him that he wants to play beach volleyball.

IwaOi & KageHina || The Haunting of Oikawa Tooru by Esselle

Completed | T | 5.7k

This is not how Tooru wanted to spend his day. It’s not his fault he’s so in tune with the spirits. He didn’t ask to have his house haunted—he’s not even getting paid for this.

But unfortunately, they won’t go away until he figures out how to help them be at peace.

“Okay,” Tooru says, “so Chibi-chan, you foolishly summoned Tobio-chan’s restless spirit, and he’s still too clueless to figure out how to move on, hmm?”

–

Tooru prefers not meddling in the affairs of the dead. Sometimes, however, their spirits don’t give him that option.

SaeKiyo || Something To Consider by IetjeSiobhan

Completed | T | 2.9k

Kiyoko is nineteen years old when she figures out that she’s a lesbian.

SakuAtsu || Sunset’s Afterglow by BlueSinner

Completed | G | 24.4k

“Keep the jacket— burn it, sell it, whatever. I have plenty of spare ones.” Kiyoomi says haughtily before rushing away. He did stop, just for a second, to look at Atsumu one last time before he disappeared into the arena, leaving Atsumu behind. Atsumu has to bite his tongue from calling Kiyoomi back just to say shit like fuck ya, i didn’t ask for the jacket ya asshole, but the frosty air from the darkening hour is cold and he really do not want to be left in the open without any protection. Taking a moment to breathe deeply just to squash the annoyance that came with interacting with Kiyoomi— a familiar territory, not whatever that happened just now, Atsumu catches the last slither of light falling from the sky before ultimately heading back to his team. (It all started with a jacket under a sun set and Miya Atsumu found himself falling for Sakusa Kiyoomi)

KageHinaTsukkiYama || Pride and Prejudice and Dickheads by Virus138

WIP | M | 91.5k

Most Omegas in the world have mates - usually someone they know and once they find each other, they are given a government issued house and expected to get on with it. Hinata doesn’t want a mate, especially not a boy so he’s pretty devastated when he finds out he has not one, not two, but three mates - two of which are Alphas, bound to fight for dominance over him. With a heat each month and his mates easily losing control when it comes to him, the four must learn a way to live alongside each other without snarky comments, fights and brooding in the corner - all while pretending they’re not feeling anything for each other.

#bokuaka #iwaoi #kagehina #kuroken #sakuatsu #saekiyo #kagehinatsukkiyama #haikyuu fic rec #haikyuu fic recs #hq fic rec #hq fic recs #fic rec #fic recs #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #hq!!#hq #fic rec compilation

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