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I commissioned the amazing @lam13.bsky.social to do the art, and the result is stunning, so good, I have no words. Thank you Lam for your vision and please enjoy the story!
I commissioned the amazing @lam13.bsky.social to do the art, and the result is stunning, so good, I have no words. Thank you Lam for your vision and please enjoy the story!
Akaashi Keiji, in most aspects of his life, is a smart, intuitive, poised perfectionist.
The one exception is when he’s behind the wheel of a car.
He terrifies all who are unlucky enough to be his passenger... switching lanes without warning, +
Akaashi Keiji, in most aspects of his life, is a smart, intuitive, poised perfectionist.
The one exception is when he’s behind the wheel of a car.
He terrifies all who are unlucky enough to be his passenger... switching lanes without warning, +
Akaashi with a loopy expression on his face while Bokuto fucks him bc it feels so good he can’t think. His lids are fluttering so much he can’t read the papers spread out on his desk, or maybe it's tears making his vision blur.
He doesn’t know what time it is, or what day. It's +
Akaashi with a loopy expression on his face while Bokuto fucks him bc it feels so good he can’t think. His lids are fluttering so much he can’t read the papers spread out on his desk, or maybe it's tears making his vision blur.
He doesn’t know what time it is, or what day. It's +
Keiji coming home late from work and Koutarou’s there at the door, cupping hands to his husband’s face, leaning forward to kiss his forehead and pluck the glasses from his nose. He leads Keiji to the shower, undresses him, washes him carefully.+
Keiji coming home late from work and Koutarou’s there at the door, cupping hands to his husband’s face, leaning forward to kiss his forehead and pluck the glasses from his nose. He leads Keiji to the shower, undresses him, washes him carefully.+
Akaashi is an evil tease who randomly sends nudes to Bokuto when he's away, usually because he's bored at home during the nights.
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Akaashi is an evil tease who randomly sends nudes to Bokuto when he's away, usually because he's bored at home during the nights.
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The Fukurodani Volleyball Club is playing Truth or Dare one day after practice, and at one point Yukie dares Konoha to dress up in the school’s cheerleader uniform.
He does, and his teammates are surprised to see that he actually doesn’t look too bad. +
The Fukurodani Volleyball Club is playing Truth or Dare one day after practice, and at one point Yukie dares Konoha to dress up in the school’s cheerleader uniform.
He does, and his teammates are surprised to see that he actually doesn’t look too bad. +
They lost. It’s over. Actually, totally over.
Bokuto is pretty sure he should be crying, but he’s not.
Even though they’d climbed so carefully—learned what it meant to support each other, to believe in each other—and watched it all crumble away, +
They lost. It’s over. Actually, totally over.
Bokuto is pretty sure he should be crying, but he’s not.
Even though they’d climbed so carefully—learned what it meant to support each other, to believe in each other—and watched it all crumble away, +
Even in the winter, Keiji sleeps naked.
He’s always cold, and his body doesn’t retain heat well. So he piles on blankets, dons a pair of slippers, and snuggles into bed…
Spooning up against his husband, who also sleeps naked, and who is a fucking furnace.
Bokuto has a ton of pet names for Akaashi, from the classic darling or honey to some more original ones like mochi cheeks.
Akaashi doesn't mind any of them, in fact, he likes them.
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Bokuto has a ton of pet names for Akaashi, from the classic darling or honey to some more original ones like mochi cheeks.
Akaashi doesn't mind any of them, in fact, he likes them.
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Most of the time, when they come together, it’s a collision. A crash of mouths and hands and bodies, metal on metal, a shower of sparks. Because each time it's been weeks, sometimes even months, since they’ve been in the same place—heard the richness of each +
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Most of the time, when they come together, it’s a collision. A crash of mouths and hands and bodies, metal on metal, a shower of sparks. Because each time it's been weeks, sometimes even months, since they’ve been in the same place—heard the richness of each +
Inspired by Kamome Shirahama’s illustrations
Inspired by Kamome Shirahama’s illustrations