#bokuteru

[that-multifandom-weeb]

Just some rare pair art for your soul

[ichigomaniac]

☆ some of the latest commissions ☆

[pls don’t use for anything]

[notsuchasecret]

Trick or treat for bokuroteru

come trick-or-treat in my inbox requesting ficcies and I’ll either treat you to some fluff or humor or trick you with a horribly twisted sad AU  (I’ll spin a coin to pick trick or treat)

Treat

Ifthere were two things Yuuji loved in life, it wasdouble-caramel-white-chocolate-mocha lattes with extra whipped creamand Bokuto. In that order.

“Youbetray me,” Bokuto laughed when Yuuji told him this, handing himthe double-caramel-white-chocolate-mocha latte with extra whippedcream he had just picked up from the counter of their favorite cafe.

“Haveyou tasted these?” Yuuji asked. “Heaven in a cup.”

“Diabetesin a cup is more like it,” Bokuto said, taking a sip of his own -black - coffee. Yuuji made a face at him and pulled the lid off ofhis cup to lick the whipped cream from inside. Bokuto giggled at himand tapped at the tip of his nose. Yuuji went cross-eyed to see thedollop of whipped cream sitting there, and grinned. He extended histongue as far as it would go and licked it off. Bokuto blushed at thesight, still smiling, but going surprisingly quiet. Yuuji kicked himgently under the table.

“Downboy,” he laughed. Bokuto’s blush deepened and he took another sipof his coffee. He seemed to fidget with something in his pocket.“What’s up with you today?” Yuuji asked.

“I,um,” Bokuto said, then shook his head. “Will you take a walk withme?”

“Ofcourse,” Yuuji replied, despite his sudden trepidation. He downedthe rest of his drink and waited for Bokuto to finish his own beforestanding and holding out his arm. Bokuto took it with a smile and lethim lead the way out of the cafe and into the park nearby.

“Thisis where we met,” Bokuto said, pulling Yuuji to a stop at thecenter of a little bridge. It spanned a tiny brook that was babblingplayfully, swollen with fallen leaves and autumn rain. When they hadmet, it had been filled with sakura blossoms instead. Yuuji smiled atthe memory.

“Youtripped over me on your jog,” he said. “You nearly sent us bothinto the brook.”

“Youshouldn’t have been bent over like that,” Bokuto huffed.

“Iwas tying my shoe,” Yuuji laughed. It was an old argument, one thathad turned playful in its very beginning and had never ceased to besuch. Bokuto was still fidgeting with his pocket. All at once Yuujiunderstood. “Kouta,” he whispered, and Bokuto took a deep breath.

“Ilove you,” he said. “And I want to spend the rest of my lifemaking memories with you. I want to come back here when we’reeighty and remember this moment, and a thousand others just likeit.”

“Whatare you trying to say?” Yuuji asked, not sure he could trust hisown assumptions. Bokuto turned to face him, then got down on oneknee. He pulled a small box out of his pocket and presented it toYuuji.

“Willyou marry me?” he asked. Tears sprang up in Yuuji’s eyes and hebegan to nod. Then a leaf flew in and landed on Bokuto’s face,obscuring the perfect earnestness with which he was watching Yuuji.Yuuji couldn’t help it. He laughed.

“Don’tlaugh at me when I’m proposing to you,” Bokuto cried.

“I’msorry,” Yuuji wheezed. “It was just such perfect timing. Ican’t.”

“Youknow what, nevermind,” Bokuto said, stuffing the ring box back intohis pocket. “I don’t want to marry a meanie like you.” He stoodand started off, slowly enough that Yuuji could catch up, but quicklyenough to get his point across.

“Kouta,wait,” Yuuji laughed, taking off after him. “I’m sorry, pleasemarry me.”

“I’llthink about it,” Bokuto said, but Yuuji could see the smilecrinkling the corners of his eyes.

“Ihave a confession to make,” Yuuji said suddenly.

“What’sthat?” Bokuto asked, coming to a stop and turning to face him.

“Imaybe, kind of, sort of like you more than I likedouble-caramel-white-chocolate-mocha lattes. With extra whippedcream.” Bokuto blinked at him.

“Thatis the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard,” he said.

“Imeant it,” Yuuji said, reaching out to play with the end ofBokuto’s scarf. “I love you more than I’ve loved anyone oranything in my entire life. I want to be with you, forever. I want tobelong to you, and I want you to belong to me, as much as any humanbeings can belong to each other. I want to laugh with you and crywith you and share everything with you until the day we die. I wanteverything with you, Kouta, everything you’re willing to give me.”

Bokutosmiled and took Yuuji’shand, pulling his scarf gently away. Then he pulled off Yuuji’sglove and stuffed it into his jacket pocket. He pulled out the ringbox and fumbled it open, unwilling to let go of Yuuji’s hand evenfor a second. But when he got it open and pulled the ring out, hedropped the box to the ground, uncaring, and slipped the ringtenderly onto Yuuji’s ring finger. He lifted Yuuji’s hand to hislips and pressed a kiss to each knuckle, paying extra long attentionto the one where his ring now rested. Yuuji smiled.

“Idefinitely love you more than caramel lattes,” he said.

“Good,”Bokuto replied. “Because I love you more than the meatiestyakiniku.”

“Babe,”Yuuji whispered, and threw his arms around Bokuto’s neck. “I loveyou more than anything in the world. And I can’t wait to spend therest of my life proving that to you.”

“Youdon’t have to prove anything to me,” Bokuto said. “Just keepbeing your beautiful self, and I’ll be the happiest man that everlived.”

Yuujiand Bokuto stood there for what felt like a small eternity, justholding on to one another. When they finally let go, Bokuto’ssmile could light up the entire city, and Yuuji knew his was just asbright. He took Bokuto’s hand and together they walked off intotheir new forever.

[notallballs]

bokuto’s birthday

bc i don’t have the time or inspiration to write, here’s all the fics I would write for my beautiful good boy if only I did (from my twitter)

bokuroo they have a hilariously awkward date and then some really clumsy fumbly sex where they can't stop giggling and getting distracted

bokuaka akaashi indulges bokuto's oral fixation and fucks his mouth until he's gasping, then turns him over and eats him out for ages

oiboku they make out at a party and end up dryhumping in front of everyone before retreating to a bedroom for some slow, lazy drunk sex

iwaboku iwa throws bokuto over his shoulder and carries him to bed, then holds him down while he rides his dick and bokuto whimpers a lot

bokusuga starts with sixty-nining. they have sex like 3 times, they're unstoppable. neither of them can walk straight the next day.

bokuhina bokuto gets the dicking of his life from the tiniest top he's ever met

bokutsukki long lazy makeouts and grinding against each other on the couch until they're almost coming, then cooling off and starting over

bokudai bokuto goin down on daichi and fingering him real good while daichi pulls his hair and moans shamelessly. then they swap.

bokuten tendou sucking bokuto off but not letting him come and edging him for *hours* before finally fucking him and letting him get off

ushiboku real romantic, slow at first until they get each other worked up and then it's just bokuto drilling ushi through the mattress

bokuken some real lowkey edging from kenma mixed with bokuto alternating between cuddly and basically worshipping kenma's cock w his mouth

teruboku a hot mess. they try something really adventurous, fall off the bed, spend half the night in A&E. there are blowjobs afterward.

[ryekamasaki]

“You said this was going to be a formal event. I feel so overdressed.” TeruBo?

Finally getting this old thing out of the way.

The party that Yuuji arrives to is the exact opposite of the kind of party that Bokuto told him to prepare for. It’s loud, and busy, and there’s already an abundance of alcohol, and he hasn’t even made it in the door yet. When he does, he takes the quickest path to Bokuto’s room at the back of the house, where Bokuto grins cheerfully at him as he closes the door.

“Hey! You made it.”

“You said this was going to be a formal event. I feel so overdressed.” Yuuji frowns at the twitch of Bokuto’s broad shoulders.

“Sorry, change of plans. But it’s okay, I can fix it.” Yuuji stands still as Bokuto looks consideringly at him, taking in the stark black of Yuuji’s suit, the soft paleness of his button down, before nodding to himself and grinning again.

“Okay. Take off your shirt.”

“Uh.”

“Just do it. Undershirt, too.”

Yuuji dose as he’s told, and then waits, expecting another shirt or some other instruction. Bokuto just stands there smiling though, and Yuuji raises an eyebrow, one hand still clasped around the collar of his suit jacket. “Well?”

Bokuto shakes his head slightly, like Yuuji’s called him out of some busy thought. “Oh, put the jacket back on.”

“Just the jacket?”

“Yeah, trust me.” So he does. The black of the fabric matches the ink swirled across his chest, and the lapels just barely hide the silver bars decorating his nipples. Bokuto grins even larger than ever, claps his hands together once, and moves a little closer to pull the sleeves up Yuuji’s arms. The ink there is more colorful, disappearing up beneath the sleeves and higher. A hand ruffled through his hair, and then Bokuto is turning him around to face the mirror on the back of his door. “See? Perfect.”

And he’s right, of course. Yuuji’s glad he wore the converse instead of the dress shoes he hates, because with those and the open jacket, he just looks ready for a particularly fun night at a club, which is close enough to what’s going on here anyway. He likes having opportunities to show off his ink, too, so really it’s a win-win. Bokuto grins at him in their reflection, and then he’s pulling Yuuji by one hand through the door and back to the heart of the party, where Yuuji’s appearance fits in perfectly amongst the tight denim and mesh shirts and overabundance of glitter floating in the air.

The night looks like it’s going to turn out very, very good after all.

[blackandorange]

Oh you know there was AT LEAST one drunken bokuroteru hookup. Bo and Kuroo weren't even awkward about it the next morning because they're such awesome bros that their friendship is unshakeable. And Terushima wasn't awkward bc he is smooth AF about all things except when he stops lying to himself about the fact that he'd love to be more than friends with benefits with Bo.

JUST BROS BEING BROS EXCEPT THEY TRULY ARE NOT aka my aesthetic

[terushimaweek]

terushima week 2017

Last year was so much fun, so Terushima Week is coming again! From April 12-19, 2017 we will be celebrating our favourite Johzenji captain! We will be tracking #terushimaweek2k17. please visit our blog if you have any questions, or want to check out the rules!

PROMPTS:

April 12: Day 1: Friends and Rivals

April 13: Day 2: Childhood/Growing Up

April 14: Day 3: Angst & Hurt/Fluff & Comfort

April 15: Day 4: Trust/Insecurities/Captain

April 16: Day 5: Fantasy/Sci-Fi/Video Game AU

April 17: Day 6: Late Nights/College AU

April 18: Day 7: Happy Birthday!/Free Prompt

[jenyifer]

Terushima week day 3!! Fluff and comfort!! I originally had the whole thing colored which is why the top panel looks different because it is my original pencil drawing I feel like it communicates Bokuto’s sadness better.