#ikuhiyo

[incorrectfreequotes]

Free! characters as the “text your significant other that you want a baby and screenshot their reply” trend, part 1.

Makoto & Haruka:

Rei & Nagisa:

Sousuke & Rin:

Momotaro & Aiichiro:

Momotaro & Gou:

Asahi & Kisumi:

Ikuya & Hiyori:

Natsuya & Nao:

Seijuro & Gou: 

Haruka & Kisumi:

                            [ Part 2, Part 3 ]     

[hiyoiku-week]

I've severely neglected this...Any ideas for a hiyoiku week?

[makoandharu]

Just talk yourself up

And tear yourself down

You’ve built your one wall

Now find your way around

[sagesprouts]

i will never get over how cute ikuya would look in that big jacket (and neither will hiyori)

[starryamber]

as you can probably tell, i have art block, but heres one of my requests! this one is from twitter! 

[macbetha]

Preview of Homesick Martians and the Mint Field Epiphany, a HiyoIku Roadtrip AU for sagesprouts

Ikuya will be the first person to admit that he needs a break – a dead-end degree and working in decor retail will do that for you – but he didn’t expect Hiyori to suddenly act on his misery. Next thing Ikuya knows, Hiyori is dragging him through a plane terminal for some self-reflection on the open road, and it’s a little scary how much Ikuya trusts him at 3 A.M. diners and bizarre cornfield coordinates.

Long story short, Ikuya learns that being stuck in the cab of a ’96 Jeep with your hot best friend might not be the best way to relax.

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Ikuya feels safest when he's looking at the sky.

The stars are the only thing he can gaze at so forwardly; he's wavered in the face of his own reflection, and no other person has brought forth such awe in his eyes. Ikuya could never be so bold as to look someone directly in the face for more than three seconds, and he does not feel joy when people regard him - their motive, praise, or attraction does not matter.

He cannot fathom how people can walk at night without their gaze turning skyward. Most individuals don't have the time nor imagination to view the stars as anything more than a twinkling map of dead fire. To Ikuya, the stars shine, therefore, they must be alive in some form. "That's fuckin' beautiful, man," Natsuya told him when he voiced these thoughts, when Ikuya's brother was a drunken teenager and welcomed a little brush with philosophy.

He knows it's bizarre and speaks volumes on his extreme introversion, but the stars don't make Ikuya feel the sick pressure of expectation, nor do they snap at him impatiently to speak up from his wobbly, shy baritone. Ikuya simply looks at the stars and they look back at him in perfect silence. It's a comfort in this burning world.

He knows people won't treat him the same as the sky's precious indifference, but it took him a while to accept that mournful reality. Before high school graduation, he thought his options were as far and wide as the sky itself; the world outside of his hometown was vague, but he was sure that he would be welcomed with open arms once he was an adult.

That was his first mistake.

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He would have loved to dedicate his life to astronomy, but he thinks he would have been tormented like many art and literature majors, having his heart scraped raw of all passion for what once made him feel alive. Space was dear to him and he wasn't going to let anyone touch or judge or mold his good thing into something cynical and academic, so Ikuya focused on swimming with the assumption that his life would be normal and relatively boring. He was playing it safe; at the very least, he would be guaranteed a comfortable living and a steady income.

Second mistake.

Ikuya was still navigating his life by that foolish motto his first year of college. He was overwhelmed, exhausted to tears, and could not keep up with his classwork. Once upon a time, he was an impeccable student and a prime athlete, but in university, he was considered average at best. Campus was a never-ending maze where everyone knew where they were going except him, he was petrified of making friends and he didn't understand why normal things were suddenly so impossible.

He was an unhappy, quiet boy, which makes for a wonderful observer. Nobody paid attention to him, which gave him the opportunity to learn that most of his peers were quite boring and their conversations were filthy at best.

Everyone around him was pretending to be extroverted and loud; there was only one person who seemed to be as bored with it all as Ikuya was. He sat a few rows in front of Ikuya during Intro to Astronomy, and the boy never asked questions nor spoke up in class.

He intimidated Ikuya. The boy had a threatening vibe, which was a concerning turn-on for Ikuya. It didn't seem as though the boy would shout at anyone, but he carried himself in a way that made it clear he was packing an arsenal of clapbacks that would leave someone spiraling in the middle of the night for at least fourteen years. That energy gave the boy a wide berth of space nobody dared to penetrate.

So naturally, he and Ikuya were partnered up for a project. Despite this order, Ikuya still had to choke out if it was all right to sit by Hiyori.

Hiyori smirked, bored with his thighs lazed open in that uncomfortable desk. He wore a gorgeous pea coat with his bedhead, which is standard for 8 A.M. lectures.

Hiyori threw a grand gesture to the empty seats on either side of him, saying, "Take your pick."

Ikuya did so, opting for the left of him, and tried to settle his backpack and notebooks most casually. It was freezing in the lecture hall, but he was clammy. Hiyori twirled his pencil, dropped it on the desk, picked it up again, and that's when Ikuya noticed the slice of pistachio pie. It was drooping in a paper plate on his desk - nobody was supposed to eat in here, and Hiyori was sitting right in front of the professor's desk.

Problem with authority. Yet another concerning turn-on.

Ikuya says, "Did you get that from that cafe just off campus?" He had admired the cakes in the window on his walk to the laundry mat, but he never had the courage to step into that crowded place.

Hiyori nods. "Yeah.”

"Oh. C-Cool.”

"What'd you have for breakfast?"

Ikuya just blinks because he's worn this same hoodie to astronomy and all his lectures for at least three days now. Hiyori should be able to tell that he's obviously a college student with no coping mechanisms and no conscious for taking care of himself.

Hiyori smiles. "Here." He puts the plate right in Ikuya's lap and hands him a dainty fork, then he lazes back in his seat and scrolls through his phone.

Ikuya realizes just how long it's been since he's had a full night's sleep because he should not be feeling like he's at a crossroad of life right now. "Uh. You sure? It was probably expensive..." At least in college terms, anyway.

Hiyori's eyes roll from his phone and he lifts his brows. "Did you want me to feed it to you?"

Ikuya startles his first laugh in months and eats the damn cake.

[miramaare]

Jelly Punch! ♡

Little Mermaid Hiyori & Ikuya take a dip in some tasty fruit jelly punch!

This is actually a bit older but since the hiyoiku fandom is so small i thought i’d share it :)

[xoxoiwatobi]

Unsolicted headcanon that Hiyori is a coffee snob, and he loathes Starbucks because 1. support local business, etc. and 2. ... ...

The Mermaid. 😱

Hiyori still prefers the artesianal brews he’s found at locally-owned cafes with Ikuya (and Asahi’s sister really knows what she’s doing), but now he’s at least ‘okay’ with Starbucks—if they’re short on time. ;)

[rhyella]

i desperately needed to practice side profile and i desperately wanted more of hiyoiku being soft af so here we are ❤❤ as always, click to see the full picture

also this is my submission for @lovefreeweek‘s day 1 prompt: How do they say “I love you”?

neither hiyori nor ikuya seem like they’d be very verbal in expressing their love, considering their personalities. imo they would do little things for each other, like this, and look really soft, which is actually what they do in canon, awww

[schnooglepuffs]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @hetaczechia!!

Sorry it’s a bit late, I started it super late so missed your actual birthday date QQ

Anyways have some chibi bebe Hiyoiku :>

[naisunasu]

Happy Birthday Hiyori Tono! (20/1/2019) Our little mermaid, Polar bear, and a wonderful friend, all i want is for today to be filled with happiness for you💚💚💚 お誕生日おめでとう日和くん!

[hiyoiku-week]

Who’s ready for another Hiyoiku week?

Please send in prompt ideas to get ready for a week event in 2021!

[sagesprouts]

two pieces of canon information from hiyori’s spotlight color: hiyori loves to go off about random facts he learned, and ikuya has no attention span

[starryamber]

fellas.....is it.... gay to pretend that u and ur best bro... are the little mermaid and the prince?

commissions!

[sukeharu2]

これからの２人が未来を共に歩んで行けますように

[musicprincess655]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Free! Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kirishima Ikuya/Tono Hiyori

Hiyori wants to please Ikuya, and Ikuya wants to know what would make Hiyori happy.

Hiyori tightened his grip on Ikuya’s hips as Ikuya squirmed in his lap. He tilted his head farther back as Ikuya wound a hand in his hair, pulling. Any sound Hiyori made was muffled by Ikuya’s tongue in his mouth.

It had been the most pleasant of surprises to learn that Ikuya was anything but a passive lover. He was grabby and affectionate and now in the habit of leaving a mark or two on Hiyori’s neck in a remarkably possessive display.

“Hey,” Ikuya mumbled against Hiyori’s lips. Hiyori broke away, looking up at Ikuya. “Do you want to move this to the bed?”

Hiyori felt a jolt go down his spine, setting off a reaction he knew Ikuya couldn’t miss from his perch in Hiyori’s lap.

“Yeah,” Hiyori said.

“And do you…” Ikuya trailed off, tripping over the words. “Do you want to go all the way, this time?”

If the last question had brought Hiyori’s dick to attention, this one got him rock hard. Ikuya’s cheeks were red, but he didn’t look all that embarrassed or unsure.

“Yes,” Hiyori said, tightening his grip on Ikuya’s hips for just a moment before lifting him to his feet. Ikuya led him to the bed, looking over his shoulder as if he couldn’t believe Hiyori was following him.

As if Hiyori would do anything else.

“You still want to bottom?” Ikuya asked. Hiyori nodded, not trusting himself to speak. If he did, Ikuya would see how desperately he wanted this. Hiyori leaned back against the pillows, spreading his legs for Ikuya to settle between.

They’d had plans to do this as soon as they got a break from swimming. The lube and condoms in the bedside drawer were courtesy of a particularly embarrassing trip made during the planning process.

And then, they’d both been too tired after their finals to do more than lazy mutual handjobs, and the next day, Hiyori had been in the mood to suck Ikuya off, and then...and then…

As it turned out, breaking a routine was harder than they’d realized. It wasn’t like Hiyori didn’t like what they normally did, and Ikuya had never complained. And “going all the way” sounded a little scary, and a lot intimate, and required a lot of trust.

So it had been easier to continue as they were.

Hiyori lifted his hips as Ikuya pulled his jeans down, settling back between his legs almost immediately. His glasses got knocked sideways when he pulled his own shirt over his head, but Hiyori reset them back into place. He wanted to see all of this clearly.

Ikuya looked beautiful in the moonlight, hovering over Hiyori and looking down with his eyes half-lidded and his mouth barely open on heavy breaths. His skin was starlight pale, almost shimmering as Hiyori ran his hands across it.

Ikuya pulled his boxers down, and Hiyori had just a brief moment of panic. Which didn’t make sense, because Ikuya had seen his dick before. Maybe it was just because they had a different destination in mind tonight.

Hiyori settled his hands on Ikuya’s thighs, suddenly fascinated with the muscles there as Ikuya warmed up lube in his hand. He almost didn’t notice Ikuya reaching for him until there were fingers rubbing at his entrance.

“Tell me if anything hurts,” Ikuya said, and he pressed one finger in.

Hiyori knew his face had screwed up, even if just for a second. It hadn’t hurt, though. It just felt weird. He’d tried to practice on himself a few times, and this didn’t feel any different from those times. It helped that Ikuya dropped his free hand to Hiyori’s thigh, kneading and stroking the skin there. Hiyori appreciated having something else to focus on without overwhelming him.

Ikuya looked completely focused on his task, gently thrusting his finger in and out, twisting it every so often. It didn’t take long for him to get used to the sensation, and almost as if he could sense the difference, Ikuya worked a second finger in.

Hiyori tossed his head back, squeezing his eyes shut, until he remembered that he actually did want to see this. He lifted himself up on his elbows so he could see better. Ikuya’s arm led down between his legs, muscles flexing, wrist twisting in a way that almost looked uncomfortable.

“Do you want me on my front?” Ikuya paused, and Hiyori clenched down on his fingers reflexively.

“Is that what you want?” Ikuya asked.

No.

“If that’s easier,” Hiyori said instead. For some reason, that made Ikuya pout. He dug the fingers gripping Hiyori’s thigh in harder.

“What do you want?” he asked. Hiyori bit back a whimper as Ikuya’s fingers flexed inside him. “This isn’t just about me.

“I…” Hiyori blew out a slow breath, trying to compose himself. “I want to stay. Like this.”

“Then stay like this,” Ikuya said, and he went back to work. His brow furrowed in concentration as he spread his fingers slowly, and Hiyori was so caught up in watching that he forgot to bite down on a moan.

He threw a hand up over his mouth, but Ikuya had already whipped his head up, eyes wide. Hiyori couldn’t look away, even though part of him wanted to. Ikuya almost never looked him directly in the eyes like this.

Ikuya drove his fingers back in with more purpose. He never broke eye contact, like he was trying to see something in Hiyori’s face. Eventually, it was too much, and Ikuya drove his fingers right into a spot that sent sparks up and down Hiyori’s spine, and he moaned again. Ikuya made a tiny, desperate sound in response.

“Do that again,” he begged, letting go of Hiyori’s thigh to reach for one of the hands Hiyori had fisted in the sheets. He laced their fingers together as well as he could, not quite holding hands but still connected.

Hiyori let himself go, moaning every time Ikuya drove his fingers in, gripping Ikuya’s hand for all he was worth. It was so easy for Ikuya to slip a third finger in, and Hiyori rolled his hips with the motion, riding Ikuya’s hand. He could feel his stomach snapping tighter and tighter, his hips jerking up off the bed, and before he could warn Ikuya, he came with a whimper.

Hiyori closed his eyes, trying to come down from the high, wincing a little when Ikuya pulled his fingers out. He blinked his eyes open to watch Ikuya settle down, curling into Hiyori’s side.

“What about you?” Hiyori asked, when he managed to catch his breath. Ikuya closed his eyes, burying his face in Hiyori’s shoulder.

“I’m fine,” he said, although his hips were shifting compulsively, and even in the low light Hiyori could see how hard he still was.

Hiyori rolled until their earlier position was reversed, straddling Ikuya’s hips. Ikuya’s eyes popped open wide in surprise.

“You asked me what I want,” Hiyori said, grinding down. His glasses slipped down his nose, and he pushed them back up impatiently. He wanted to see this part the most. “This is what I want.”

Ikuya’s hands slipped around Hiyori’s hips, gripping and pulling. His mouth dropped open in gasping breaths as Hiyori moved. Hiyori suddenly realized that he didn’t have to do anything else; he could roll his hips until Ikuya came in his boxers.

But that wasn’t what he wanted.

Hiyori reached down with shaking hands to tug at Ikuya’s boxers. He wasn’t sure why he was getting nervous now when he’d done this part before. It was the next bit that should’ve made him shake.

Ikuya reached up for his face, guiding him down until their lips touched in a sweet, almost chaste kiss. Hiyori could feel Ikuya moving under him, but didn’t realize what he was doing until Ikuya reached for his hips again and Hiyori looked down to see that Ikuya had put a condom on himself.

“Is this still what you want?” Ikuya asked, and Hiyori saw in his eyes that he would stop right now if he heard no.

Hiyori lifted himself with his legs, positioning Ikuya below his entrance.

“Yes,” he said, and he lowered himself down.

He bottomed out slowly, gasping for breath and gripping for the sheets at Ikuya’s sides. Ikuya held onto his hips, thumbs stroking gently, rocking up unconsciously. Rather than hurting, the easy motion let Hiyori get used to the sensation more quickly.

“Okay,” he breathed, and then tried again. “Okay, you can move.”

Ikuya rolled his hips up for real, and Hiyori moaned as he saw stars. He hadn’t expected it to feel like that, hadn’t known something like this could feel so good.

Ikuya was smaller than Hiyori, but it didn’t stop him from keeping up a steady rolling motion. He had enough strength to move almost on his own, lifting even when Hiyori tried to help. He was pretty useless, though, as soon as Ikuya reached for his dick.

It was almost too much, a tangle of feeling that shot through Hiyori’s muscles. But it was so good, pleasure wrapped up in the near pain of overstimulation, and Hiyori never wanted to stop. Climaxing the first time with Ikuya’s fingers driving into him had been incredible, but this…

This felt like finally letting go.

Hiyori pitched forward, making a sound that was closer to a wail than a whine, and buried his face in Ikuya’s shoulders. Ikuya made a few more abortive thrusts that really did dance on the line between pleasure and pain, and then he went still.

Hiyori took an inordinate measure of pride in that.

It took longer than it should have for Hiyori to realize that Ikuya was stroking his back, just a steady stream of trailing fingertips up and down his spine. It was gentle enough for him to focus on, gentle enough to bring him back down. He was still sprawled over Ikuya’s body, and he wasn’t sure his heart was ever going to calm down.

“Am I too heavy?” Hiyori asked, but he was already rolling to the side by the time it’s fine reached his ears. He settled himself on his side, studying as Ikuya rolled to face him. His eyes were half lidded and hazy, close to sleep. Hiyori was tired too, every muscle relaxed and released, but he didn’t want to give up the chance to see Ikuya’s face like this. His glasses dug into his temple, and he finally removed them. Ikuya was close enough to see clearly anyway.  

“You should do things because you want to more often,” Ikuya scolded him, barely awake enough to get the sentence out.

“I did want to do that.”

“I know.” Ikuya tucked his head under Hiyori’s chin. “It was good.”

Hiyori felt his heart jump at the praise. He dropped an arm over Ikuya’s body, drawing him even closer until they were pressed against each other. He was still getting used to wanting things and actually asking for them, but apparently, it would pay off.

For now, all he wanted was to watch Ikuya’s face relax into sleep.