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Oo! I'm not normally one to request things, but today I'm feelin it!

May I request mika comforting a super stressed out arashi? Or vice versa, whichever catches your fancy. School and work have me in a chokehold, and I need some fluffy comfort in my life.

I hope you have the loveliest of days!

Hi! This is such an adorable request. I’m a sucker for some good old narumika :) I hope work and school get better for you! I believe in you, just keep pushing through! Let me know what you think, and always feel free to request anything you’d like. I hope you have the loveliest of days too!

a/n: this can be read as romantic or platonic!

⋯ ✦ characters mika kagehira & narukami arashi

⋯ ✦ tags fluff, comfort, words of affirmation

⋯ ✦ summary arashi has been struggling to juggle every aspect of her life lately. good thing her mika-chan is there to comfort her about it :)

⋯ ✦ word count 800+

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How was this even possible, she thought. There is absolutely no way that a human could possibly be expected to juggle fourteen school assignments, rehearsals, vocal training, interviews, and countless other responsibilities in one singular week. Arashi thinks it’s impossible—no, preposterous, even!

She sighs as she places her pencil down on the desk next to her paper. Her grades have been significantly decreasing the past few weeks. Maybe it’s the fact that Knights is steadily cruising up the popularity charts. Rehearsals have been getting longer; work related responsibilities have been getting frequenter, and stress has been getting higher. She can barely remember if she ate breakfast that morning, after filming an advertisement for a cosmetic company. Every day seemed like it was blurring into one. And the second she finished a load of work, more and more began to pile up. It was neverending; almodt exhausting—no, it WAS exhausting. She could feel her eyebags every time she rubbed her face in exhaustion, which almost never happened! Not only did Arashi not like feeling eyebags on her face, but she wouldn’t dare touch it with a full-face of makeup on. But as sleep haunts her conscience, she can’t help but rub her eyes, her cheeks and her forehead in a desperate attempt to keep herself focused and awake.

“Naru-chan?” A familiar voice graces Arashi’s ears.

“Yes? Oh, I’m so sorry Mika-chan. My mind just wandered off. Here, here, take another bite of your food! You need the energy.” With a haphazard smile, Arashi lifted Mika’s fork to his hand.

They always met at Café Cinnamon to chat, laugh, and have a sweet meal. It became a necessary experience that interweaved itself into their lives. This was their safe space, where it was only them. Not any stressors from work, school, or friends. Just them.

“Mmm, Naru-chan! Don’t be gettin’ so worried ‘bout zonin’ out n’ stuff. I do it allll the time. Say, what’s got ya so distracted?”

Mika takes the fork so graciously handed to him by Arashi and takes a bite of his food. A strawberry tart, to be exact.

“Mmm. I’ve just been very busy lately, Mika-chan. But don’t worry about it! Please, keep eating.” She smiles. The first thing she always thinks about is Mika’s feelings. The last this she wants is for him to be bent over backwards stressed about her.

“Hmmm. Been workin’ hard, ya say?” Mika takes another piece of his tart onto his fork, and moves it to Arashi’s mouth. She instinctually opens her mouth and takes the bite. “See! Ya never let me do that. Yer always grabbin’ the fork n’ puttin’ it in my mouth instead!” Mika pokes at her face innocently. “What’s goin’ on?”

Arashi is silent for a moment. If just for a moment, the world stops. She bites her lip to hold back tears that threaten to tear through the strength she built up. She holds words at the tip on her tongue back furiously, clutching on with every nerve in her body. But then she remembers who’s next to her.

“God, Mika-chan. I’ve just been incredibly stressed. Work has been far too much for me, especially being mixed with school… Extracurriculars… It’s like a constant weight on my chest and it feels terrible. I would just like a little break…” Arashi rubs her hands over her face, head leaning down onto the table in front of her.

Mika is silent for a second, before his hands land on Arashi’s shoulders and pull her backwards. He positions her head comfortably on his lap, fingers running through her locks.

“That sounds like a lot of work… But yer doin’ such a good job! Ya have to focus on yerself more, Naru-chan. It’s okay t’ feel burnt out. I feel like that a lot, I’ve realized! I used to work so many jobs at once, including Valkyrie and goin’ to school! There isn’t any shame in bein’ tired…” Mika comforts softly, still running his deft, soft fingers through her hair. Arashi just smiles, nuzzling her face into his lap.

“Thank you, Mika-chan. I love you so much.” She wraps her arms around his waist and buried her face in his stomach. He smiles, giggling softly, content that his Arashi was in his arms.

“I love ya too! ‘M always here for ya, okay? Yer so strong… Super pretty too!” He giggles again, and she laughs into his stomach. “Also, ya ain’t workin’ today, okay? It’s just gonna be me n’ you!”

Arashi hesitates, but soon nods. She knew she needed the break. She just needed that one extra push.

Mika continued to hold her, feed her his tart, and talk about pretty much anything under the sun. He adored her, and it always hurt him to know she wasn’t feeling good. Thankfully, he would be there for her through thick and thin, just as she would for him.

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Hi! You may call me 🫖 anon. 

Can I request a shumika x ftm reader (closed poly established, committed relationship) fic? Maybe soft gentle smut like sickeningly sweet and aftercare. Like they just are taking care of each other and pampering each other after reader has had a really stressful and busy work week as a designer. Praise, body worship etc. My first time sending a request I’m so sorry if this is slightly vague, please take your time!

Hi there 🫖 anon! This is such an adorable idea! I hope I portrayed it how you were hoping. Let me know what you think and have a lovely day :) Also, it wasn't too vague. Don't worry at all!

⋯ ✦ characters shu itsuki & mika kagehira ⋯ ✦ tags fluff, smut, praise, body worship, stressed reader, dom!shu, dom!mika, he/him pronouns, ftm!reader ⋯ ✦ summary reader seems to have overworked themselves once again. good thing shu and mika are there to help you through your overexertion <3

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With trembling hands, you placed down your needle. You tried to ignore the way your joints ached, the way your skin burned, and the way your eyes could barely stay open. Shu had always tried to tell you not to overwork yourself. The designer does it himself; the least he can do is tell his lovely boyfriend to avoid the mistakes he's made. "When your hands begin to feel a sense of soreness, place everything down and take some breaths into your lungs. You are talented in this craft, mon chéri, however, do not damage your precious self for it.' Those words reverberated in your head as you realized you didn't follow Shu's instructions. Yet, did you have a choice? There was a deadline for releasing this piece—a gorgeous, embroidered white blazer with gold stitchings etched around the buttons and collar. Shu had always told you that your works rivaled his own, and he wasn’t wrong.

It started to hit you all at once. Since when had the soreness in your body gotten so prominent? Since when was your vision giving out on you. No, no! You had to stay awake! You only had three days to get the piece finished! You’d be damned if you gave up now. The world came to a standstill, if for only a few moments. Your vision was clouded by your work. Your unnerving amount of work that had overtaken your entire week. God, you wanted to sleep. You really did. You closed your eyes, just for a second, perhaps to get an iota of relief. You sat there in silence, in whispers of uncertainty, and let the gears of your thoughts slowly stop turning.

“Y/N?” A familiar voice echoed through your head. Were you dreaming? You felt rather floaty in your seat. You didn’t hear the voice again, and instead, imagined yourself in your bed. Basking in the delicate sheets, reveling in the way soft cotton kisses your skin carefully. Your boyfriends, Shu and Mika, would be there with you, as they always were. Mika was adamant to never leave your side. So was Shu, but he was less physically affectionate. Even so, you imagined his skilled hand caressing your shoulder, whispering words in soft breaths against your ears. Mika would be curled up on your figure, arms and legs wrapped around you, a smile on his face. It felt so real. Almost like a hand really was on your shoulder.

“Y/N??” A familiar smooth voice cascaded its way through the room. Your eyes slowly opened, fixating on the man standing above you. His hand rested gently on your shoulder, pink locks brushed with nothing short of absolute precision. Sharp eyes pierced yours in a look that dripped disappointment. Shades of regret clouded your conscience.

“My dear, what are you doing? You have been in here for four…no, five hours now?”

You groaned, rubbing your face with both hands.

“Yeah… I’m just trying to finish this piece…It’s a pain in my ass,” you sighed.

“Your work is exquisite as always, my dear, but your well-being should be at the forefront of your priorities,” Shu softly explained, hand rubbing your shoulder in soft circles.

“I know, I just need to—“

“Non. Your work will still be here tomorrow. Come, we are going to sleep. Kagehira is already getting prepared for bed.”

You just rubbed your face once again, head falling onto the desk. “I’ll be there in a minute. Make my spot in bed warm, please.”

Shu scoffs, goes silent, and before he speaks again, you feel strong arms wrapping around your figure to lift you out of your own seat.

“Shu—“

“Shush. We are going to bed,” he whispered, fixing some of the needles on your desk so that the string didn’t get tangled. He arranged them accordingly, and flipped the switch of your lamp. You couldn’t really fight him on this, so you decided to let it happen. You closed your eyes, and after just a mere few seconds, you were already where you needed to be.

Shu placed you down on the edge of the bed. You watched as Mika exited the bathroom, smelling fresh, dressed in the pajama set Shu had sewn for him.

“Ah, there ya are!” Mika smiled, bringing you into an instant hug. He nuzzled his head against you, kissing at your cheek before sitting next to you and staring at Shu. He was so affectionate.

“Kagehira, will you help me redress him?”

You were stunned for a second, to say the least.

"'Course oshi-san!"

Yes, you were stunned. But at the same time, you weren't going to pass up an opportunity like this. You smiled, sighing softly as Shu placed his large hands at the hem of your shirt, almost as if to ask for permission. You nodded as he lifted the shirt off your body. Mika had ran off to the dresser to find your pajamas.

Shu eyed your body, watching the way your arms trembled each time you moved them.

"Your body is so exhausted, Y/N," Shu notes with concern, lifting your arm and massaging it softly. He always did this to both you and Mika. Checking your muscles, your joints and your skin. Making sure you were okay.

"I get it, I overworked myself. I'm sorry," You sighed.

"Do not let my words make you believe you owe me an apology. I am so very proud of you," Shu praised softly. You felt your skin getting warmer as his eyes scavenged your body. By the time Mika was back with the pajamas, he had laid them on the bed next to you, staring with Shu in awe.

"Oshi-san, ya been saying he's workin' so hard..." Mika began, hands landing on your stomach.

"Yes, Kagehira. He has," Shu smiles softly, planting a kiss on your forehead. You were waiting for them to grab your pajamas, but you gave up, opting to reach for them yourself. Mika's hand landed on yours before you could grab them, and he just stared at you with a soft smile. He gave Shu a knowing look, as if they were silently agreeing on something.

In mere seconds, Mika positioned himself behind you on the bed, pulling you back until your head rested on his lap in a laying position. Shu masterfully removed his belt with one hand, one knee going between your legs to hover over you on the bed.

"He's been working so hard, that perhaps he deserves a reward for it, does he not?" Shu eyes Mika with a smirk. Mika just nods, looking down at you, fingers coursing through your hair.

"Is that okay with you?" Shu asks.

"Of course, I'm just... I'm really tired, so I'm sorry if-"

"It don't matter if yer tired! In fact, that's even better! Means we get t' treat ya," Mika smiled

And god, was he right. And fuck, is that all you needed right now. They eyed you like you were the finest work of art.

"Oh, sweet boy," Shu whispers in shades of crimson against your skin.

In that moment, you swore they were experts of keeping your heart beating; without them, you were almost sure it would stop.

Mika continued to run his hands through your hair.

"He is really sweet, ain't he?" Mika asked, almost rhetorically, but they both knew the answer to that. Mika leaned over to kiss your forehead, while Shu's lips fell upon your neck. They both kissed you so softly, as if you were made of glass.

Shu's soft hands were your medication; your heartsong and your light, for his love dripped from each and every fingertip and seeped right into your very soul.

Mika hummed as Shu kissed you, reveling in the way you both looked.

"Yer so handsome, Y/N. I wish ya wouldn't overwork yerself like that..." Mika sounded almost sad, and for a moment, you felt bad. Like you had disappointed them.

"Makes me wanna work harder, just cuz yer doin' it! Yer out here inspirin' me 'n all that!"

The smile returned to your face. He was proud of you, and you knew that.

Shu finally lifted his lips from your skin, breathing out in exasperation. "If I do not stop now, I will be worshipping your skin for hours, my dear. Every part of you is nothing short of perfection; a work of art that I have been so lucky to get my hands upon. Tell me, how is it possible that someone like you has entered our lives?"

Admittedly, you were unsure of what to say. He was so sickeningly sweet, it hurt.

"Ya don't have t' answer that. Just sit there 'n look nice like ya always do!" Mika smiles, replacing his lap with a pillow as he switched positions. Shu and Mika looked at each other, silently agreeing on something once again. Shu moved behind you, sitting you upwards and pulling you into his lap. Your back rested against his clothed chest as his large arms snaked around your waist. Mika, in front of you, pulled down his sweatpants, to be left only in his boxers.

You wondered how you'd become so lucky.

Mika opened a drawer, pulling out a small package and a bottle, removing his boxers and pouring lube onto his protected length. Shu was rubbing your body the entire time, lips at the shell of your ear.

"Kagehira and I are going to take care of you. You are not to work any harder than you already have been," Shu whispered. You nodded. "Good boy."

As sunlight enters raindrops and emerge as rainbows, love enters your soul in the most delicate ways. Mika's hands land upon your hips; Shu's lips land upon your neck. Mika slowly pushed a finger towards your entrance, watching your face change expression at the feeling.

"'S okay, Y/N. Yer doin' so good. 'M so proud of ya. Just gotta prepare ya, 'kay?" Mika praised, pushing a finger in.

"Start with one, then switch to two, Kagehira. And my dear boy, tell him if it is too much, okay?" Shu's voice had never sounded more comforting. Although he wasn't in a position to do much to you, his words were enough.

It felt orgasmic, the way his long, deft fingers pushed inside of you. You clenched around them, wishing to feel them go deeper. Mika understood your urgency, curling his fingers one, twice, then pulling them out.

"Are you ready, my dear?" Shu asked softly, lips still at the shell of your ear. His hands ran up your body, fingers ghosting over your nipples.

"Mhm... Yeah... God, I'm ready..." You leaned your head back into Shu. You felt so comfortable, so warm between the two. Mika smiled down at you, length lining up with your entrance. He brought you into a kiss, gorgeous eyes staring into yours as he pushed in. Your hips almost lifted off of the bed, but Shu placed his hands on them to keep them down. To keep you grounded. They knew just how to take care of you.

You moaned softly, Mika filling you up just right. He felt so warm inside of you, like he was made for you. Mika's eyes closed. He always got so sensitive when he first went inside.

"Good boy, Kagehira," Shu praised, turning his eyes to you. "And good boy, Y/N. Your body is absolute perfection. So handsome, so angelic. It is as if you were sent here straight from the heavens, my dear." Shu couldn't help but continue to kiss your neck as Mika's thrusts sped up.

"Mnnghh... I love ya... Ya feel s-so good, Y/N! 'M so proud of ya... S-So proud..." Mika rambled, eyes closing as he fucked deeper into you. You felt a coil in your stomach slowly building up each time he bottomed out.

"These arms are immaculate," Shu praised as he lifted them, almost as if he were inspecting them. "Your shoulders, and your neck. The way your nose is shaped and the softness of your lips; all immaculate. Perfection. I love you dearly."

You tried your best to focus on Shu's words while Mika continued to thrust into you. Shu intertwined his fingers with your own, while Mika took your other hand. He squeezed it, signaling that he was close. So were you.

"I'm close! Fuckfuckfuck, I'm close..." You moaned, breath shaky from the combination of their actions. Mika's mouth hung open, eyes half lidded during eye contact. His pace sped up, urging for both of your releases.

"Nghhh! Y-You can d-do it, Y/N. Yer so good, c'mon..." Mika praised.

"You are so very good, Y/N. Come on, you deserve it now. You can do this, mon chéri."

Both of their encouragement was all you needed to send you over the edge. Goosebumps arose on your skin as the coil in your stomach came undone. The feelings of Shu's big, warm figure behind you and Mika's cock filling you crashed down onto you all at once. You put your hand over your mouth to muffle a loud moan, but Shu pulled it off.

"There you go. We want to hear you. You sound like the finest melody," Shu smiled. Mika thrusted a few more times into you before climaxing himself, laying his head down onto your chest to breathe heavily, drool dripping onto your skin.

"Good job, my boys," Shu caressed both you and Mika's heads. You didn't even feel like this was real. All you could do was lay there in a euphoric daze.

Shu was quick to raise from the bed, promising to be right back. He came back to help clean you two up, with water glasses, and new clothes. He silently dressed you as both you and Mika fought a slumber. He lifted you two into bed, so that your head was resting on Mika's chest. Shu spooned you from behind, kissing your cheek.

"Please, dear Y/N. Be more careful when you are working," Shu whispered. You could only nod, agreeing to at least try and not go past your limits.

"Mmm, but I like pamperin' ya like this! Maybe ya should work hard more often!"

Shu sighed, laughing. "Non, Kagehira! That is not how we fix this issue."

You laughed along with him. You were most certainly going to try to work less hard, but if this is how you got treated every time, was it really worth it?

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i'm sorry i want you as a lover

Ibara Saegusa x Yuzuru Fushimi

And what kind of madness is it anyway, to be in love with something unable to truly love you back?

Those words plague the mind of Fushimi Yuzuru as deft fingers moved a needle swiftly through the fabric of a shirt. Poor Tori had ripped a hole in his favorite hoodie, and who was Yuzuru to not fix it for him? In every breath he took, his fingers trembled.

He was not easily stressed by things. His upbringing confirmed that; yet, something plagued his mind. The needle was poking through the cotton of Tori’s hoodie, yet it felt like it was penetrating his very soul.

Ibara never liked him, let alone loved him. He confirmed this to himself every time Ibara threatened him, threw him a dirty glare in the school halls or insulted the clothes that hung on his body. And again during all the times Ibara ignored him at concerts, or ignored his attempts at a conversation. It’s like his words ceased to exist before they reached Ibara’s very ears. 

As his fingers brushed against the cotton hoodie in whispers of uncertainty, he’s unmistakably reminded of the way Ibara’s sleeve felt against his, all those years ago in that military camp. As they watched men fight, yell, and close their eyes to see their loved ones for one last time. He remembers the way their fingers interlocked those two times; those two times they were both scared, because the reality of them simply being children finally crashed down onto their impressionable minds. Their hands touched, whether they wanted them to or not; a pledge of safety amidst chaos. Would he ever feel those hands again? It's easier to tell himself he despises him. To give himself reason to justify Ibara's actions and words. He's a snake, a no-good python awaiting his chance to bite. To seep his venom, to destroy. The snake is loud, selfish, and overbearing. He carries fatality on the tips of his very teeth and writes the names of his enemies on the palms of his hand. It's easier to tell himself that he's the better man. He's the bigger person. That he's stronger, smarter, wiser. He can love better, he understands more. He knows how to grow flowers in the darkness of people's souls better than Ibara ever could. Yet, his heart feels akin to a garden. 

His thoughts are irrevocably dipped in carmine as the needle pokes through his skin.

He allows it, as Ibara is as much a part of him as his own blood and marrow is. Thoughts of him rest between his ears, twined around each and every rib and imbedded in the deepest of his flesh. As many things as he tries to convince himself, he cannot change the fact that Ibara is as nestled within his life as his own memories are. That Ibara's in more memories than he isn't.

Yuzuru sticks images of Ibara's delicate hair, defined cheekbones and strong chin into his mind like splinters. Perhaps if there was enough damage, he could learn to hate him. 

Or Ibara could pull them out, one by one, and heal them with his venom.

He sets the hoodie down onto his desk, mind too clogged to stitch with precision and care. His young master deserves only his best work.

Some believe that love without reciprocation is simply emotional attachment. Within hatred lies love. If Ibara hated him so much, wouldn't he have killed him already? His life would be taken by the very hands that mold his own soul. 

It's bad, when the hues of golden light illuminating a mahogany desk remind him of Ibara. When footsteps in the dorms next to him have him hoping that, perhaps, it's him. When with each breath he takes, he imagines that everything will be okay.

He doesn't like to feel hopeless. He knows he’s stronger than this; stronger than to let somebody control his mind without even realizing. But, maybe Ibara knows.

Yuzuru tells himself Ibara knows how hopeless he is. He can see it in his snakelike eyes. Hear it in his rough voice when he speaks.

”You’re so stupid,” Ibara always says. I love you, he means.

Ibara is the trap Yuzuru’s been wanting to fall into for his entire life; liberty from him would be an agonizing, infinite prison. Yuzuru tells himself that if he ever gives up on Ibara’s love, then he has slain himself, for it is Ibara’s heart that pumps blood into his very veins. If he ever recoils at his touch, he believes he’s harmed his soul and needs Ibara’s forgiveness.

Ibara Saegusa is a snake; a predator. And it seems he’s caught his prey.