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|| 𝗬𝘂𝗺𝗲𝗷𝗼𝘀𝗵𝗶( 𝗗𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗿 𝗚𝗶𝗿𝗹) 𝗖𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 || 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀 18+ 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁

[kohimeartz]

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✐ twenty-one, malaysian, full time college student

✐ yumejoshi/dreamer girl content creator, potential 18+ works

✐ twst, pkm (swsh, sm), mcu, transformers, genshin, fe3h, alcstars, jjk, blue lock, fire force,

✥ old pinned post (with writing masterlists)

✥ ko-fi page for art comms

[kohimeartz]

Happy birthday Isagi Yoichi and also to me!!

[kohimeartz]

9/2 was my LeoKan's 4th Anniversary! Even though, I don't draw as much twst stuff (i'll be back on it, i swear), Leona will always hold a special place in my heart!!

[kohimeartz]

This one blew up like crazy on tiktok even though it was extremely half ass, gonna post it here regardless me thinks.

[kohimeartz]

Halloween event Sae from PWC....always in my mind...

[kohimeartz]

BLUELOCK LOG 1

BLLK artworks I've been doing from last year and earlier this year!, not gonna say much because I'm here to just post. not gonna tag all characters because hoo, there's many of them.

[kohimeartz]

Thought I posted this yesterday but I, in fact, didn't ✋😭!!!!

Anyways, sorry for the radio silence!!! College has me rushing to do 4 individual assignments that's due within November!!!

[kohimeartz]

AUTHOR'S NOTE: 🔞🦉🌸 art!!!! Both 🦉🌸 have history with each other (🌸 was 🦉's childhood friend/babysitter) hence 🦉 addresses 🌸 as 'Nee-san', 🌸 has pre-determined face and body, MDNI!!!!

[kayrensu]

kay x playing with colours real

[sodomiie]

──── michael kaiser is a munch ! .⋆♱

despite commanding the attention of everyone around him, behind closed doors, you become the center of his attention entirely.

"a-ah! mi-micha!"

your legs are shaking around his head as he laps at your drooling slit with the fervor of a man starved, acknowledging your sweet sounds with nothing but a hum.

you never just cum once with him, no no. he's precise, ripping orgasm after orgasm out of you with his tongue and fingers until you're overstimulated, mewling and can barely hold up your weight (but even then he'll just hold you up until he's devoured all of you). his eyes are always locked on you, he thinks you look utterly gorgeous as he tears your resolve apart with the calculated ministrations of his tongue. he especially loves the way you squirm and arch when he delivers a particularly hard suck to your clit, his name spilling from your lips over and over like a mantra.

"that's right, pretty girl. fall apart for me, schatz..."

his voice is always so raw, so primal, so needy when he has you like this. he treats your pleasure with the same fervor as he does a championship match, stopping at absolutely nothing to chase your high.

and whenever he decides he's had his fill, he pulls back from your cunt with a triumphant smirk, the lower half of his face is always glistening, utterly coated with your release.

he'll never tell you, but there's been times that he's came in his pants just from eating you out. you'll always be his favorite trophy.

──── A/N: sorry for barely writing, writer's block has had me in a TERRIBLE rut, but i have something awesome planned for halloween :) for now, have this silly little drabble thing because i can't stop thinking about mihya's head between my thighs xx

© sodomiie, 2025

[neviye]

(18+) sae jerking off to your pictures in spain. (f!reader)

notes: i fucking love sae

calm, cool, collected & calculated. that was the type of man sae itoshi was. never saying more than he had to, never doing more than what was required, never going the extra mile to please people. the epitome of "unbothered." that was until he'd met you. you had him wrapped around your finger from the moment you had met. his world which was simply about soccer became more vibrant, more colourful. but you weren't here now, you were thousands of miles away, in japan. while he was overseas in spain for work once again.

that was why he had ended up with his boxers yanked down, hard cock leaking pre-cum, balls hot and heavy. all he could think about was you as his thumb swiped across his phone, his gallery full of you. full of all kinds of images and videos of you — you on holiday, wearing that stunning dress he'd bought you, a cute little selfie you'd sent him a few days prior but he clicked the folder full of lewd photos.

sae had never been interested in recording. he had considered it too explicit and would rather enjoy the feeling in the moment. until you had convinced him to eventually try it and fuck, he was hooked.

"baby, can we record just once pleasee?" you looked at him, voice pleading.

"i just don’t get it, what's so appealing about having such inappropriate stuff on your phone?" he scoffed, already being swayed by your begging eyes.

"just the feeling, plus if you get lonely, ill always be there." you smirked.

he stroked slow, clicking on the first video. it was you with your ass up in the air, head in your pillows, backing up steadily on him. your pretty moans amplifying the room as he effortlessly dragged in and out of you. your hole glistening with the mess of prior rounds. "s-sae too much, t-too much!" you cried, voice cracking with pleasure. "you can take it, pretty." sae grunted from behind the camera. the angle changed, camera getting closer to where your bodies met, creamy ring around the base of his dick visible. "always so fucking messy for me, hm?" spit left his lips, dropping on your asshole as he gently rubbed it in with his thumb. you whined, hips stuttering in response to the new sensation. "gonna, g-gonna come now s-sae." he swiped to the next video, wanting to see more of you. but it wasn't a video, his breath hitched, this time it was a photo — deep red thong shifted to the side, your legs spread wide with his cum trickling down from your hole, staining the sheets white. your hands cupping your tits, also slathered with his cum. you were wearing that fucked dumb expression he loved, drool sticking to your chin, eyes fluttered shut and brows kneaded together with exhaustion. teal eyes scanning over every inch your body through the device, he stroked even slower, wanting to delay his orgasm and take his time savouring you.

next video, it was a video this time, is you between his legs. one hand at the base of his dick and the other rubbing yourself your through dripping panties. your mouth working up and down his length. "you take it so, fuck-, so well love." he shuddered under your touch. "keep this u-up and ill fuck you real good, alright?" your glassy eyes looked up at him hopefully, tongue lapping over the fat head of his cock. "d-dont fucking look at me like that." he spoke through gritted teeth, hand coming down to stroke your face. "i'm gon-gonna cum." he groaned as hot spurts of white streaked your face. your lashes batted underneath the camera as you licked it off. breath ragged, his voice was heard from behind the camera - “your turn now, baby.”

his cock still hard in his right hand, his phone in his left. he scrolled again and fuck, it was you, of course, but it was reverse cowgirl. your ass bouncing up and down, skin sticking and slapping against his. “fuck yes, like that baby, k-keep going.” his hand strolled from your ass, giving it a firm squeeze, to the soft skin of your back, stroking it. “s-sae..” the sound of your voice through his phone had him weak. he sped up, hand working on his dick, imagining it was you. “sae ‘m gonna c-cum.” your moans cried out. he swears he could feel the familiar clench of your cunt as the knot in his stomach grew tighter and tighter. “cum for me pretty, soak this cock with your cum.” and you did — hips stuttering as you grinded down on him, obscene moans leaving your lips. his balls heavy, breathing broken, sae followed, tip leaking bundles of cum as his eyes focused on the slow grind of your hips through the lens. “n-not enough s-sae, want more.” you lifted yourself weakly off his dick before crawling towards him. camera catching the shine your tearstained cheeks and lust filled eyes. “want your cum.” “oh yeah?” he replied softly. and like that the camera was forgotten. sae could feel himself twitching, cock still hard in his now sticky hand.

maybe you were right. it was better having these videos to comfort him, but that could never compare to the feeling of actually fucking you.

[ph4ngz]

BLUE LOCK || RIDING THEM

...hello. lets just pretend I haven't been gone for like 300 years. yeah? ahem. this one includes isagi, rin, sae and kaiser.

ISAGI YOICHI

He's floored. Floored, I tell you. Doesn't know where to put his hands. Where should he put them? Fuck, he can't even think right now. He just grips the bedsheets with a pretty "oh, I can't, I ca-nnn't..." and throws his head back into the pillows in a struggle like he can't handle it. Because, and he said it, he can't. This guy can't even open his eyes to watch you. No, seriously, it feels so good that his face is tweaking.

It's so warm. So fucking warm. Warming his dick so nicely that he can barely feel it anymore. If he looks down, he'll catch sight of your sweet pussy spurting hot droplets of shimmering juice onto his happy trail whilst you bounce like an annoying fat kid junked up on E-numbers. If he looks down. Not that he will just yet. No, he'll cum against his will, and he refuses to make a fool of himself. Haha, like he isn't already.

He's the type to moan like a bitch until he gets too overwhelmed, then the pathetic, uncontrollable growling starts to come into play as if he's pissed off by how utterly, debilitatingly fucking fantastic your silky hole feels when its clinging to the base of his cock each time you drop your weight down on his barely restrained hips.

"Yeah, yeah, YEAHRRGH, fuck! Get it, get it, baby, get it– h'ohmygod-..."

Poor bastard's gritting his teeth and everything trying not to ascend to the pussy gods. For a hot second, you actually think he might burst into tears beneath you. You feel quite proud when he manages to hold it back, especially with how he's breathing like he's been winded. What a good little soldier. Too bad this is only the first round out of the three you've planned and he's already hyperventilating. You won't tell him that though, gotta conserve that ego of his.

"Ahhnn, 's gonna make me pass out- fuck me more, ah- 'm not ready to cum but its too good, its too fucking much... oh no-"

N'aw. Yoichi, you're so cute.

ITOSHI RIN

Hey, so. You know how, like... when you're riding, you're supposed to be doing most of the work? Aha yeah, Rin doesn't get that. Doesn't apply to him. At all. You're kinda frustrated at first, breathlessly asking him to stop being so ignorant and let you bounce of your own accord for once. No, he doesn't let you. Reliant behaviour? You can piss off if you think he'll allow himself to inch his pinky toe in that direction.

"You asked to be on top, you're on top. I'm not ignoring you, I'm– tch, would you fuck off? Don't whine in my face, its annoying as hell- nngh,"

He's got his feet planted on the quaking mattress, using that handy core strength of his to brutally buck up into you, observing closely with the face of a wild fucking animal. Those big, veiny hands are locked in place and kneading the tender fat of your asscheeks like two prime cuts of his favourite meat, and he's using them to slam you down in time with his gut-renovating thrusts. He locks eyes with you on purpose, not slowing down no matter how much you glare down at him while he's going so fast you almost choke on your own breath. Try not to take it personal, okay? Or do, your choice. Your lovely Rin-Rin couldn't care less right now, he just wants to hear you sobbing. Wants to watch you go stupid on his huge dick. To be the one still in control in a position that implies the opposite. He's just a big selfish bully, through and through.

"Careful, don't bite your tongue. I'm not taking responsibility when it's your own fault you can't take dick properly."

You're sniffling and crying your heart out soon enough, broken voice jumping along with your manhandled body whilst he snaps his strong hips up into you like a seasoned professional. You don't even know why he's so good at it. No porn, just game footage. Doesn't jack off to blow off steam, he trains. The entitled prick's a hardcore soccer obsessionist, now how the fuck does he know to press his palm down against your bladder like that? Before you know it, he's having to stop his hips from twitching involuntarily so he can lean up and help you out with a tissue off the nightstand. Begrudgingly.

"Uhn, uh, uh– gh, for fucks sakes, hold on. Hold on... snot-nosed girlfriend, god, what 'm I doing..."

You're already fully breaking down on his cock, hands fisting at his broad chest and holding on for dear life like an amateur at a rodeo... and you really thought you could be in control? The wild bull does what it wants, babe. You might wanna hold onto his horns.

ITOSHI SAE

Um, you wanna ride the Itoshi Sae? You're... kidding, right? No? I mean, I commend you for your bravery and determination, and so does the man himself. But darling... this ain't try-outs. You're in the big leagues now. If you want a permanent place in this man's life, you better earn it with this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity he's so generously handed you. He didn't have to. He has, though. So don't fuck this up. It's all riding on you from this moment on, pun intended. All love xx

"Ah-ah. Ass facing me. I'm not really a fan of the secondhand embarrassment it'll bring me, watching you try not to cry."

Oh, what a cunt. Although if anything, it just makes you wanna give him the ride of his life. You ignore the humiliation fluttering around behind your ribs like evil swallowtails. His dick is phat, and you definitely understand why he said what he did. The moment you feel the ache of his tip pushing against your cervix like it's fucking impatient? There's already an ugly expression tugging at your features, teeth digging into your wobbling bottom lip with a painful pressure. Whilst you're very safely starting to grind on it, he lets out an unimpressed, downright mocking sigh – "what's this... oh, right, ever-present disappointment" – from behind you, casually walking two fingers over the curve of your asscheek like he's got nothing to occupy himself with. So... you may be on the verge of tears. But fuck if there isn't a flame of sheer vengeance scorching the wings of those swallowtails now. You let him know it, too. Pussy strangling him and walls rolling in waves like its trying to breathe in his soul.

"Would you take a nice, long fucking look at that. She's somewhat competent after all. Show me that ego, let her out for me."

He's completely still as he tries to hide that his breathing is quickening with every slap slap slap of the underside of your thighs against his sticky hips, not once taking his sharp eyes off your jiggling, bouncing ass like he's waiting for you to make a mistake. But you don't. You don't. Your thighs kill, and his veiny cock is twitching so much you start to think it's threatening to destroy you in morse code if you keep moving, but you don't stop to feel it. Sae wants your ego? Fine, he can have it. He's groaning as if it pains him to see you successfully prove yourself on his girthy dick, his tense hands finally moving out from behind his head so he can reach forward and spin you around by the waist, the perfect texture of your insides grazing all over his tip with the movement. The low hum of approval he blesses you with is- UGH, otherworldly.

"Hn, shit... there she is, the girl worthy of my fucking effort. Yeah, you heard me. Give me a nice "thank you for choosing me, Sae" and I might let you cum on this cock."

MICHAEL KAISER

Riding this man is the opposite of whatever the fuck you thought the experience would be. Let me guess. Classy. Open silk robes, a glass of sloshing red wine in hand, condescending little comments falling from pretty, parted lips in the flickering candlelight. God, you're so wrong it's funny. Michael Kaiser is a certified fucking hazard. He'll force you to ride him sideways if it makes his dick feel better. This man sits up while you're bouncing on it to wrap his hand around your throat and hiss along to the sound of your shallowed breaths. If the bed gives out with how much you're both moving, could he ever give a fuck? Not in the slightest. He moans and says and acts however he wants, and you will have no choice but to work with it.

"Ah, f- ah, ah! Fuck it like this– like this. Are you braindead, klutz? Make me feel like I've settled for a hopeless virgin again and you'll find there's dire fucking consequences."

Oho, you'd punch this mouthy prick if his face wasn't so pretty. However... biiiiig sigh. What Kaiser wants, Kaiser gets. So you swallow down your bruising pride and make damn sure to ride that irritatingly perfect cock the way he's barking at you to. And while you're at it, you're going to pretend to hate the angle at which his engorged tip is nudging at your insides. Huh? Was that a whimper from you just then? Fuck no! Must've been the, uh... the wind. Or something. His canines glint in the darkness surrounding you as he bucks higher than ever into your clenching pussy, just to let himself drop back down on the mattress with an "oof...", his shiny member being yanked out of you by gravity. Doesn't care that you give him a look that could kill a thousand men. He only does this to watch how your glistening, sticky slick clings to his cockhead like a thick, silken spiderweb before splattering all over the salty skin of his abdomen.

"You're so disgustingly sloppy. Luckily enough for you, I'm turned on by your sad inability to be classy. As humiliating as that is. Enough wasting time now, come on. Put it back in before I lose interest."

He's SO bluffing, it's sickening. You know he'll be asking to brush your hair and give you cuddles as thanks. Fucking unbelievable.

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[kaiaroscuro]

❥　unlock it。

you’ve managed to unlock sae’s phone, thinking it was yours.

sae itoshi x gn!reader : 1.0k words, fluff, profanity and insults, mentions of fistfighting (itoshi brothers), belated hbd sae! ♡

truthfully, you’re just as astounded as everyone else when the itoshi brothers agree to their mother’s plans: a catchup between the three of you childhood friends given that sae would be in japan for the next few week, and that his and rin’s schedules were miraculously cleared out on the same days. of all things rare and struck with hot iron, it leads you to where you are now—lovely weather, drink in hand, dining al fresco for brunch as you peacefully tune out whatever back-and-forth the two athletes were onto this time.

leave it to the itoshi brothers to make you question the legacy of japan’s soccer. especially when the conversation is about whose fucking bangs were uglier. (you’re sure sae meant to instigate a fight with his comment: “cut your hair, rin. it’s too long for shit.”)

you’re not as astounded when a stray cat seemingly takes pity on you, staring with its head tilted and its eyes filled with sympathy. you stare back and scrunch your nose at it, not minding if sae notices from across the table. he should be more preoccupied with rin, who is a few seconds away from leaping over to his side and starting a fistfight.

not that it matters. it’s not uncommon for rin to get worked up. “please save it for when we bill out,” you say, a hand on his bicep to calm him down. he grumbles like a kid who’s been forced to take his naptime, but nonetheless he listens to your words. he’s not that immature, after all.

and truthfully, you’d confess—you’ve never been more at peace than right now. always caught in their crossfire, the chaos is far better than their icy cold silence, the kind that had you treading on fragile glass with every small step you wanted to take to them. as silly as it sounds, perhaps this was their way of making it up to you, who constantly gets stuck in the middle.

“where the fuck do you think you’re going?” rin snarls, the two of you watching sae get up from his seat. you don't miss the way he takes his wallet with him.

“the toilet, you idiot,” sae retorts as he leaves your table to head inside.

bullshit. at least half of it is. he’s gonna pay the fucking bill before he comes back.

silence ensues between you and the younger brother, the two of you turning your heads and glancing at one another before reaching for your phones in lightning speed. “that fucking whore. we said we’d split.”

“your brother hasn’t done math for years, rin. he doesn’t know how to divide by three—should we count the service charges?”

“no. he was the only asshole on our table, anyways.”

you look over to the restroom from outside like a delirious stalker, noting that sae hasn’t left for the counter. you don’t pay attention to when your phone conducts its biometric scan, feeling it vibrate in your palms at the unsuccessful attempt as it brings you to the keypad. you type out your incredibly original password with muscle memory—your birthday in numerical digits—and open your screen for the online banking app.

except you have no idea where the fuck it is. since when did your home screen look like this?

“huh?” you question, swiping left and right to the foreign layout. you speak to rin, “cover mine for me first, please. my phone is acting up.”

“roger that,” the athlete responds, inputting both of your shares and confirming the transaction. he hits ‘send’ and the mission is accomplished, assuming sae doesn’t send the money back. the device in your hand vibrates at the new notification: your account has received xxxxx japanese yen from r*n i***hi.

wait a moment..?

rin can’t mistake sae’s number for yours. that’d be stupid, even for him. you know both yours and sae’s contacts are saved, and he had to confirm the payment details a second time before sending it out.

unless—holy shit—

“that’s my phone, dumbass,” a voice quips. you look to see japan’s greatest treasure in all his glory, wallet in hand as he gives you an undecipherable look. you put his device down immediately like you’re allergic to his belongings.

“ah, sorry—” you say, scrambling for your own phone on the table so you can pay rin back. that explains why the layout was unfamiliar to you. god forbid you ever need to go through sae’s home screen again for anything; you’d take forever figuring out which app was in what folder.

you stop typing.

never mind the fact that you weren’t on your phone. how did you even get as far as unlocking sae’s? you have no clue what his password is (nor do you know rin’s, for that matter). you only know yours; your birthday.

your birthday—you did try opening his phone with your password. you didn’t get the numbers wrong when you did.

and it worked. your password worked. that was the only way you would’ve gotten as far as his home screen—oh.

oh my fucking god.

his password is your birthday.

sae itoshi’s password is the same as yours—your fucking birthday. the same fucking numbers in the same fucking order. not his birthday, or rin’s, or his favorite soccer player from when he was a kid.

yours.

you drop your phone unceremoniously, no longer trusting yourself to pay anything with the way your brain is lagging. your face is warm, cheeks hot and eyes wide. god bless rin, too sidetracked by his messages to notice how you’re sinking further into your seat.

and you know sae; known him for most of your life, known him long enough to know that this means something—that this meant you mean something to him. do you? do you mean something?

your head spins dizzy at the implications, and you make the mistake of looking in his direction while the realization washes over your features. your eyes meet his in a steely teal, inevitably so, and the older brother stares at you like its confirmation.

he knows. he’s looking at you like he wanted you to know. like he was waiting for you. like he has you right where he wants you to be.

(if you were paying more attention, you would’ve seen yourself in his wallpaper.)

“figured something out?” he asks, a ghost of a smirk on his lips as he quirks his brow.

hesitantly, you nod.

“good.” sae leans back, just in time for the waiter to return with the bill and his card.

kaiaroscuro © 2025. do not copy, translate, or repost on other platforms.

[kohimeartz]

Wildcard Kunigami and Miss Manager...... They made my man went through hell and now he's emo 😭.... Alt ver below because it looked nice too!!

[kohimeartz]

AUTHOR'S NOTE: 🔞🦉🌸 art!!!! Both 🦉🌸 have history with each other (🌸 was 🦉's childhood friend/babysitter) hence 🦉 addresses 🌸 as 'Nee-san', 🌸 has pre-determined face and body, MDNI!!!!

[kohimeartz]

Unsure how Michael Kaiser wormed his way into my head and heart, like, he kicked off Sae into becoming third place and now he's second place. Also!!! Something something anatomy study and this is technically the first artwork of Mihya 🫶💙 Please anticipate more of Mihya......

Ref pic below!!

[gravelocked]

reo mikage who would be soooo into getting praised, doing his absolute best to get you to call him a ‘good boy’. he‘d be pounding your guts in while simultaneously whimpering and begging you to tell him he‘s doing a good job. praise him once? his tip is going to be creaaammyy as fuck. praise him twice? he might aswell ruin his branded trousers <33