#Fukurodani

[deardaichi]

016. seasonings, secrets, and company — bokuto kotaro.

wc: 0.8k cw: f!reader. private relationship (not for long). msby bokuto. domesticity. a/n: bokuto my king <3 i love him a lot. written for @megapteraurelia <3 i hope you enjoy

the apartment smells like garlic and thyme.

you’re barefoot in bokuto’s kitchen, his biggest hoodie hanging off your frame, sleeves pushed up while you stir something warm and slow in the pan. he’s sitting on one of the barstools nearby, chin in his hand, watching you with the kind of focus most people only get during volleyball matches. he hasn’t said anything in a while, just occasionally hums along to the song playing low from your phone.

he looks peaceful like this. soft and settled. there’s something about evenings here — something domestic and private that makes time stretch out a little longer than it usually does.

you feel it every time.

“you’re staring again,” you say, without turning around.

“you’re worth staring at.”

you glance over your shoulder. he’s grinning, all teeth and warmth, hair still slightly damp from his post-gym shower.

“gross,” you say fondly.

“flattered,” he replies.

you’re just about to plate dinner when there’s a knock at the door.

bokuto doesn’t move right away. just blinks, confused. “you expecting anything?”

“nope.”

he gets up slowly, dragging his feet across the floor in mismatched socks.

the knock comes again. more impatient this time.

“probably a delivery mix-up,” you say, focused on the sauce.

he opens the door.

“BOKUTO—”

“holy shit,” he says, mid-blink. “what are you—?”

“we forgot which one your apartment was, so we knocked on every door on this floor,” atsumu declares as he pushes past him. “this was the fifth one. not bad odds.”

hinata trails behind him with a bag of takeout and a triumphant smile. “we brought dinner.”

“why would you come without saying anything?”

“you didn’t answer the group chat.”

“i was busy!”

“we thought you were depressed or something.”

“i was cooking.”

hinata freezes mid-step. “wait. you were cooking?”

and then he sees you.

still at the stove, still stirring like this is normal, like two of his teammates didn’t just barge in unannounced.

you glance over. “hey.”

atsumu stops walking. “uh.”

hinata blinks. “hi?”

there’s a brief silence.

bokuto scratches the back of his neck. “right. this is my girlfriend.”

“girlfriend,” atsumu repeats.

“like… actual girlfriend?” hinata says.

“yes,” bokuto says, a little too casually. “for, like… a while.”

“you’ve been dating in secret?” atsumu sounds personally offended.

“not in secret,” bokuto says, wandering toward the kitchen to grab a glass. “just… not in public.”

“this is so shady.”

“you’re shady.”

you hand him the ladle. “taste this.”

he does. smiles instantly. “perfect.”

“of course it is.”

hinata’s still looking around like he’s trying to solve a mystery. “wait. so this is…your apartment? the same one we came to last time?”

“yep,” bokuto says.

atsumu gestures wildly. “since when have you had, like… matching dish towels? throw pillows? nice furniture?”

“you're welcome,” you call out.

“oh my god.”

bokuto leans against the counter. “what, you thought i was surviving off protein bars and vibes?”

“yes,” both of them say in sync.

you try not to laugh.

bokuto turns to you instead, ignoring their chaos entirely. “you wanna eat now or let them finish their dramatic breakdown?”

you smile. “i’ll set two more plates.”

atsumu grumbles, but doesn’t decline. hinata helps you with the silverware.

dinner’s casual.

bokuto sits next to you like he always does, elbow brushing yours whenever he reaches for his drink. atsumu complains that he’s been robbed of knowledge. hinata asks approximately one hundred questions about how long this has been going on, if you like volleyball, and whether bokuto ever shuts up around you.

“sometimes,” you say.

bokuto grins. “i can be quiet.”

atsumu scoffs. “only when you’re asleep.”

he shakes his head. “no. i can be quiet, especially when i’m content.”

they leave an hour later, still mildly stunned, still full of food. atsumu says he’s going to retaliate by not withholding gossip. hinata gives you a hug and says, “i knew he had someone. he’s been too happy lately.”

bokuto walks them out and locks the door behind them.

you’re cleaning up, slow and lazy, humming again without thinking.

he comes up behind you, wraps his arms around your waist, rests his chin on your shoulder.

“i’m sorry they barged in,” he murmurs.

you lean back against him. “wasn’t the worst surprise.”

“really?”

“i like being known. a little.”

he smiles against your neck. “you’re gonna be known now.”

“i can handle it.”

he kisses your cheek and stays there, quiet, arms still around you.

and even with the dishes unwashed and the lights still on, the night feels settled.

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[vampyrebug-art]

[eleanorgrootch]

How Bokuto got through college is beyond me, but I’d still like to think he did His Very Best ™️

[tenowls]

bookmark designs i did for kaicon!!! planning to add inarizaki and shiratorizawa next yr hehe

[rinjjuei]

📝📝

bokuto icon commission for @/simpleparoxysm on twitter

[shoyospikes]

BED HEAD KENMA

B E D H E A D K E N M A

WE LOVE BED HEAD KENMA

HES SUCH A CUTIE PATTOIEEE

KENMA FANS UNITEE

RAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH

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[tsukk1]

some haikyuu sketch reqs from last year <3

[justasecbro]

A well deserved rest🦉🩷

[spoksstuff]

bokuaka set the standard so high 🫠

all credits to the original artist @KouKIKI9 on X

[eternally-tired-muffin]

There are 2 types of fukurodani captains and neither of them are normal

[ligayakoart]

Oh my boys I love them

[goodboydummy]

This is my favorite thing about BokuAka…. They’re not normal together 🥰

[clawsdevour]

2 is better than 1

wc: 0.3k content warning: post time-skip, smut, threesome, kuroo and bokuto x reader, overstim mentioned, not proofread

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two is better than one, people say. if you can bear with it.

for you, it was just almost unbearable. having just a little bit too much fun with your two bestfriends, bokuto and kuroo was something that crosses your mind frequently. the thought of having sex with the two of your bestfriends was one thing but another when they're both tall attractive, fit men who seem to have a lot of stamina.

turns out they do, and together even more stamina than you thought.

every thrust kuroo gives you from the bottom part of your body is enough to make to shiver and whimper in pleasure while bokuto's working his magic at your upper body. god, this was like a dream come true, getting fucked by both of your bestfriends at the same time. their huge cocks hit you in the right places that made you gush with satisfaction and the desire for more, as if your body craved for their touch.

it was hard to breathe as you tried to resist and suppress all the pleasure happening at once. though, you loved the feeling of getting stuffed from the top to bottom.

bokuto's girthy length sliding in and out of your mouth made you gag in a way you loved as it hit the back of your throat and made your eyes sting with tears. fuck was his cock big and stretched your mouth like its never been stretched before. bokuto's large tender hands are cupping both of your breasts, teasing and pinching your hard nubs that felt sweet tingles and stings across your chest. bokuto's absolutely rock hard, trying to resist cumming inside your mouth out of courtesy.

at the lower end, kuroo's simply just ramming his length into you. the moment he found your sweet spot was the moment your legs wouldn't stop trembling in overwhelming ecstasy. the way he kept hitting that one spot made your nether regions all warm and tingly, ready to burst at any moment to release that feeling of a balloon ready to be popped. kuroo's hand is just right above your intimate area, pressing down on your stomach to make you feel it even more while his thumb rubs and overstimulates your clit.

course, bokuto and kuroo take turns pleasuring you, leaving you no time to catch your breath as your continuously being stimulated till they're both finished. they put you in many different positions that gave them easy access to fuck you, though missionary and doggy were the classics. you don't know how many times you finished, but you knew you were more than just pleased.

overall, it was both of your bestfriends.

masterlist here

[goshikisbaee]

Morning Routines With Akaashi Keiji 𓂃🖊

Contents: Fluff

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- Akaashi is an early riser, but he never rushes you to wake up. Instead, he’ll lay beside you for a while, quietly reading a book or scrolling through his phone while his arm rests lazily around your waist.

- If you’re someone who struggles to get out of bed, he’ll softly call your name and rub small circles on your back, murmuring, “It’s time to get up, love.” His voice is still laced with sleep, making it even harder to resist staying curled up with him.

- Mornings with him are calm and quiet. No chaotic alarms, no rushing around—just soft conversations, sleepy glances, and the occasional deep sigh as he mentally prepares for the day.

- He always makes the bed. Even if you try to run away from the responsibility, he’ll just give you a knowing look before gently tugging you back to help. (“It’s only fair if we do it together,” he’ll say, though he ends up fixing your half anyway.)

- Breakfast is simple but well-balanced—usually something easy like toast with jam, eggs, or a smoothie if he’s in a hurry. If you cook, he’ll stand beside you, pouring coffee and stealing small glances at you with a soft smile.

- Speaking of coffee, Akaashi needs it to function. He likes it black, but he’ll make yours exactly how you like it, even if it’s overly sweet. He teases you about it but never fails to prepare it perfectly.

- If he has time, he enjoys slow mornings where he can sit with you at the table, newspaper or book in hand, while the two of you eat together in comfortable silence.

- Before leaving, he double-checks that you have everything—keys, phone, bag—before giving you a small kiss on your forehead and murmuring, “Have a good day. I’ll see you later.”

- If you’re extra tired or grumpy in the morning, he’ll be more affectionate, wrapping his arms around you from behind and pressing a kiss to your temple, knowing it’s the fastest way to make you melt.

- Mornings with Akaashi are peaceful, full of warmth and quiet love—the kind that lingers long after he’s gone for the day.

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💋 💋 💋

[swissyyroll]

sat at the dinner table and made the stunning realisation that we may just see this animated. MY GOD.

[thewater]

i’m sure someone has already said it. but i’m rewatching and it’s all i can fucking think

they keep calling it the “freak quick” it’s not my fault