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🦉💛🦉she/her. artist and writer of “vanilla smut that goes hard” often NSFW. 18+ only! Please don’t use my art or writing without my permission. Novus_deusz on AO3 🖊️
Thank you 🩷🩷 haha yes, it’s absolutely Bokuto’s choice!! He wanted to name her in homage to Krkn and Akaashi is always weak to his suggestions 🐈
November 27, 2025 at 12:53 AM
Thank you 🩷🩷 haha yes, it’s absolutely Bokuto’s choice!! He wanted to name her in homage to Krkn and Akaashi is always weak to his suggestions 🐈
Keiji loves his husband being out in the world, loves him blazing across the court and across countries. But as the years are lived out between them, Keiji doesn't feel selfish anymore in admitting he loves Koutarou best here, safe, in his arms.
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November 26, 2025 at 8:54 PM
Keiji loves his husband being out in the world, loves him blazing across the court and across countries. But as the years are lived out between them, Keiji doesn't feel selfish anymore in admitting he loves Koutarou best here, safe, in his arms.
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Fin
The contentment wraps around Keiji like a blanket, as heavy and absolute as Koutarou’s body. He can’t help but smile: one hand carding through his husband's hair, the other scratching behind their cat’s ear. +
November 26, 2025 at 8:54 PM
The contentment wraps around Keiji like a blanket, as heavy and absolute as Koutarou’s body. He can’t help but smile: one hand carding through his husband's hair, the other scratching behind their cat’s ear. +
tail flicking his cheek as she crawls on to Koutarou’s back. She doesn’t jump when he laughs, she just turns in a circle, loafs, in the centre of Koutarou’s shoulder blades with her eyes closed and her little chin tilted towards Keiji.+
November 26, 2025 at 8:54 PM
tail flicking his cheek as she crawls on to Koutarou’s back. She doesn’t jump when he laughs, she just turns in a circle, loafs, in the centre of Koutarou’s shoulder blades with her eyes closed and her little chin tilted towards Keiji.+
This trust and vulnerability he displays now, to be the place this man rests and sleeps and loves; it’s humbling.
Then Keiji really does feel her: Neko’s graceful paws landing beside his head on the arm of the couch. Her body slinks across his shoulder,+
Then Keiji really does feel her: Neko’s graceful paws landing beside his head on the arm of the couch. Her body slinks across his shoulder,+
November 26, 2025 at 8:54 PM
This trust and vulnerability he displays now, to be the place this man rests and sleeps and loves; it’s humbling.
Then Keiji really does feel her: Neko’s graceful paws landing beside his head on the arm of the couch. Her body slinks across his shoulder,+
Then Keiji really does feel her: Neko’s graceful paws landing beside his head on the arm of the couch. Her body slinks across his shoulder,+
He can smell the vague but intoxicating scent of sweat that's gathered on his skin from the train journey, the sensation of his even breathing caught against Keiji's neck: Koutarou’s excitement of being home finally settling into the same, twined, molecular peace.+
November 26, 2025 at 8:54 PM
He can smell the vague but intoxicating scent of sweat that's gathered on his skin from the train journey, the sensation of his even breathing caught against Keiji's neck: Koutarou’s excitement of being home finally settling into the same, twined, molecular peace.+
Koutarou’s body collapses carefully so as not to crush him completely. Sweet, but Keiji doesn't want half measures: he cuddles him closer, thigh wrapping around his husband’s hip and ass, insisting he give him his full weight. +
November 26, 2025 at 8:54 PM
Koutarou’s body collapses carefully so as not to crush him completely. Sweet, but Keiji doesn't want half measures: he cuddles him closer, thigh wrapping around his husband’s hip and ass, insisting he give him his full weight. +
That first kiss gives way to more, and Koutarou's mouth is playful as it moves against his: warm and sweet and explorative, the slide of his tongue the hint of a claim—each of these kisses a manifestation of the reasons Keiji loves him. +
November 26, 2025 at 8:54 PM
That first kiss gives way to more, and Koutarou's mouth is playful as it moves against his: warm and sweet and explorative, the slide of his tongue the hint of a claim—each of these kisses a manifestation of the reasons Keiji loves him. +
His hands cage either side of Keiji's head, weight propped over his body. He holds himself there: eyes twinkling as their lips meet.
Keiji cups his jaw, long fingers splayed across his cheekbones, palms slipping slowly down to hold his neck.+
Keiji cups his jaw, long fingers splayed across his cheekbones, palms slipping slowly down to hold his neck.+
November 26, 2025 at 8:54 PM
His hands cage either side of Keiji's head, weight propped over his body. He holds himself there: eyes twinkling as their lips meet.
Keiji cups his jaw, long fingers splayed across his cheekbones, palms slipping slowly down to hold his neck.+
Keiji cups his jaw, long fingers splayed across his cheekbones, palms slipping slowly down to hold his neck.+
“Mean? Really, Kou.” Keiji tuts, nose pressed to his husband's hair, “Who's the mean one? Waking me up, pretending to be our cat and then not even kissing me. Grounds for divorce don't you think?”
His husband barks out a laugh again and unfolds himself from the floor to climb onto the couch.+
His husband barks out a laugh again and unfolds himself from the floor to climb onto the couch.+
November 26, 2025 at 8:54 PM
“Mean? Really, Kou.” Keiji tuts, nose pressed to his husband's hair, “Who's the mean one? Waking me up, pretending to be our cat and then not even kissing me. Grounds for divorce don't you think?”
His husband barks out a laugh again and unfolds himself from the floor to climb onto the couch.+
His husband barks out a laugh again and unfolds himself from the floor to climb onto the couch.+
There’s a scratch of beard against his bare belly again, Koutarou’s petulant smile turning a little wicked when he feels the shift of Keiji’s hips (Koutarou really has been gone too long)+
November 26, 2025 at 8:54 PM
There’s a scratch of beard against his bare belly again, Koutarou’s petulant smile turning a little wicked when he feels the shift of Keiji’s hips (Koutarou really has been gone too long)+
“Read the room. I ran for the train and everything. You're so mean, aren't you? So mean to your husband who's come all this way to take care of you.”
The rumble of his voice is felt in Keiji's sternum, and if he's entirely honest, a little between his legs.+
The rumble of his voice is felt in Keiji's sternum, and if he's entirely honest, a little between his legs.+
November 26, 2025 at 8:54 PM
“Read the room. I ran for the train and everything. You're so mean, aren't you? So mean to your husband who's come all this way to take care of you.”
The rumble of his voice is felt in Keiji's sternum, and if he's entirely honest, a little between his legs.+
The rumble of his voice is felt in Keiji's sternum, and if he's entirely honest, a little between his legs.+
to grab at Koutarou’s biceps, something close to an undignified squeak escaping him when his husband holds him firmer.
“Keiji. Sweetheart, my love, my baby,” Koutarou growls dramatically, this time dragging out each endearment the same way he does Keiji’s name,+
“Keiji. Sweetheart, my love, my baby,” Koutarou growls dramatically, this time dragging out each endearment the same way he does Keiji’s name,+
November 26, 2025 at 8:54 PM
to grab at Koutarou’s biceps, something close to an undignified squeak escaping him when his husband holds him firmer.
“Keiji. Sweetheart, my love, my baby,” Koutarou growls dramatically, this time dragging out each endearment the same way he does Keiji’s name,+
“Keiji. Sweetheart, my love, my baby,” Koutarou growls dramatically, this time dragging out each endearment the same way he does Keiji’s name,+
Hands squeeze at his waist this time. Palms surround him: a little tighter, a little stronger, the difference in the grip a warning that’s causing Keiji to squirm. His own hands scramble, far more clumsily,+
November 26, 2025 at 8:54 PM
Hands squeeze at his waist this time. Palms surround him: a little tighter, a little stronger, the difference in the grip a warning that’s causing Keiji to squirm. His own hands scramble, far more clumsily,+
Keiji hums in acknowledgement, feigning disappointment, one that’s hard to commit to while he’s tracing his finger down the bridge of Koutarou’s nose. “That’s a shame. I can always get your attention. Our cat’s not so much.’’+
November 26, 2025 at 8:54 PM
Keiji hums in acknowledgement, feigning disappointment, one that’s hard to commit to while he’s tracing his finger down the bridge of Koutarou’s nose. “That’s a shame. I can always get your attention. Our cat’s not so much.’’+
“Nope! It's me, baby.” The delight in Koutarou's body is like a vibration, one that's causing a tremor to run through his core: Keiji drapes his forearms around his neck to ground him, guiding him to slump forward and rest. +
November 26, 2025 at 8:54 PM
“Nope! It's me, baby.” The delight in Koutarou's body is like a vibration, one that's causing a tremor to run through his core: Keiji drapes his forearms around his neck to ground him, guiding him to slump forward and rest. +
Keiji lifts the cap off and throws it gently to the side, “I thought you were Neko,” he says softly, fingers running through grey hair,“That I was finally getting her attention.”
His husband laughs loudly, drowning out the low hum of the TV entirely.+
His husband laughs loudly, drowning out the low hum of the TV entirely.+
November 26, 2025 at 8:54 PM
Keiji lifts the cap off and throws it gently to the side, “I thought you were Neko,” he says softly, fingers running through grey hair,“That I was finally getting her attention.”
His husband laughs loudly, drowning out the low hum of the TV entirely.+
His husband laughs loudly, drowning out the low hum of the TV entirely.+
understanding now what was causing the rough scratch on his skin– something that really,really needs to be revisited later. But right now his thumb can’t help mapping, taking its time to trace the broadness of the smile, Koutarou’s lips pursing to kiss Keiji’s finger tips,eyes playful and teasing.+
November 26, 2025 at 8:54 PM
understanding now what was causing the rough scratch on his skin– something that really,really needs to be revisited later. But right now his thumb can’t help mapping, taking its time to trace the broadness of the smile, Koutarou’s lips pursing to kiss Keiji’s finger tips,eyes playful and teasing.+
out the front fastening and Keiji realises he must have moved the peak to be able to nuzzle freely at his belly.
The goatee seems to have given way to full stubble: a beard growing in thicker, and Keiji's free hand runs along the fuzzy line of Koutarou’s jaw appreciatively,+
The goatee seems to have given way to full stubble: a beard growing in thicker, and Keiji's free hand runs along the fuzzy line of Koutarou’s jaw appreciatively,+
November 26, 2025 at 8:54 PM
out the front fastening and Keiji realises he must have moved the peak to be able to nuzzle freely at his belly.
The goatee seems to have given way to full stubble: a beard growing in thicker, and Keiji's free hand runs along the fuzzy line of Koutarou’s jaw appreciatively,+
The goatee seems to have given way to full stubble: a beard growing in thicker, and Keiji's free hand runs along the fuzzy line of Koutarou’s jaw appreciatively,+
As enamoured now as he was at 14, awed idolisation giving way to something far deeper and longer lasting.
A compression shirt is stretched across Koutarou’s wide shoulders. He’s wearing a black MSBY baseball cap turned back to front, strands of hair sticking cutely+
A compression shirt is stretched across Koutarou’s wide shoulders. He’s wearing a black MSBY baseball cap turned back to front, strands of hair sticking cutely+
November 26, 2025 at 8:54 PM
As enamoured now as he was at 14, awed idolisation giving way to something far deeper and longer lasting.
A compression shirt is stretched across Koutarou’s wide shoulders. He’s wearing a black MSBY baseball cap turned back to front, strands of hair sticking cutely+
A compression shirt is stretched across Koutarou’s wide shoulders. He’s wearing a black MSBY baseball cap turned back to front, strands of hair sticking cutely+
He's so handsome it makes Keiji ache. Some would say he's biased, far too in love to be considered objective, but Keiji’s never found a face more beautiful, never even been remotely distracted by another.+
November 26, 2025 at 8:54 PM
He's so handsome it makes Keiji ache. Some would say he's biased, far too in love to be considered objective, but Keiji’s never found a face more beautiful, never even been remotely distracted by another.+
Days. He's not due home for days. But Koutarou’s here in the flesh, on his knees, half sprawled half across him and Keiji drinks him in greedily, gaze darting across the arched eyebrows and long nose and the thick pale lashes. +
November 26, 2025 at 8:54 PM
Days. He's not due home for days. But Koutarou’s here in the flesh, on his knees, half sprawled half across him and Keiji drinks him in greedily, gaze darting across the arched eyebrows and long nose and the thick pale lashes. +
“Keijiiiii.” The elongated drag of his name is like a kiss in itself.
Keij’s hands snatch out to cup his husband’s cheek, needing to touch. Koutarou instantly leans into him, almost purring, head resting heavy in Keiji’s hand and cheek smushed against his palm. +
Keij’s hands snatch out to cup his husband’s cheek, needing to touch. Koutarou instantly leans into him, almost purring, head resting heavy in Keiji’s hand and cheek smushed against his palm. +
November 26, 2025 at 8:54 PM
“Keijiiiii.” The elongated drag of his name is like a kiss in itself.
Keij’s hands snatch out to cup his husband’s cheek, needing to touch. Koutarou instantly leans into him, almost purring, head resting heavy in Keiji’s hand and cheek smushed against his palm. +
Keij’s hands snatch out to cup his husband’s cheek, needing to touch. Koutarou instantly leans into him, almost purring, head resting heavy in Keiji’s hand and cheek smushed against his palm. +
“Kou..?” he asks dumbly, voice raspy and thick.
Kotarou’s lifting his head up right, a blinding grin spreading across his face, the one that causes his eyes to crinkle at the corners. Nothing short of Sunlight personified.+
Kotarou’s lifting his head up right, a blinding grin spreading across his face, the one that causes his eyes to crinkle at the corners. Nothing short of Sunlight personified.+
November 26, 2025 at 8:54 PM
“Kou..?” he asks dumbly, voice raspy and thick.
Kotarou’s lifting his head up right, a blinding grin spreading across his face, the one that causes his eyes to crinkle at the corners. Nothing short of Sunlight personified.+
Kotarou’s lifting his head up right, a blinding grin spreading across his face, the one that causes his eyes to crinkle at the corners. Nothing short of Sunlight personified.+