fall in love again

𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯

[miyukisu]

⋆𐙚 ̊ BLOG INFO - MEGA MASTERLIST

I follow and interact on @o-sachi @miyoooki -> my Daiya centric blog

• • •

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 | requests: open inbox: open ╰ UPCOMING WORK:

𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 | KINKTOBER 2024 MASTERLIST .ᐟ

Ink of Your Love - Mudano Naito Tougen Anki Dad Headcanons (Oni Ver.) No Regrets - Miyuki Kazuya

©miyukisu do not repost/reupload/translate any of my works on other platforms

[miyukisu]

heyyy sorry if you've said this bf but i just re found out your blog and how obsessed i was w the devour blue lick series! wondering if u ever plan to continue it!

Heyyy, it's alright. But, yeah, I think I've made a post before that I don't feel like continuing that series. I enjoyed writing the first part but after that the motivation just vanished.

I enjoyed making the SMAUs and allat, but the fics just won't flow out as easily.

Sorry gng :(

[miyukisu]

hey... this isn't a request but I js wanted to let yk that I constantly think ab your 'between me and you' kaiser fic u wrote a bit ago... it circles my mind a lot LMFAOO ITS SO GOOD

Apologies for my gooner take but there isn't enough car fun fics out there LMAO LIKE DO U GET ME???

I do want to write another one similar to that... hehe

[miyukisu]

My mind is still spiraling from the paralegal x Higuruma fic, so I have no words to write up a request but HOLY GUACAMOLE do I want to say thank you for that and plsplspls someone with a better functioning mind plssss request more Higuruma fanfics for all of us 😭😭😭

THANK YOU. I really loved that one too. Like damn what was I eating that day and I was able to make that?! Makes me so giddy that stuff I posted a long time ago still get attention like this like whaaaat.

[miyukisu]

Ok but imagine TA dads with this

I had to hop on my laptop cos I can't view it on my phone LMFAO. My ahh doesn't have TikTok mb :(

[miyukisu]

❤︎ | Some tattoos commemorate a loss while others symbolize what you have gained... ╰ feat. mudano naito (tougen anki) x oni corp! reader

You watched as Kyouya carefully filled out the black outlines inked on Mudano's skin. It was his back this time. A larger surface of skin was necessary because of the tragedy that recently shocked the rest of Rasetsu. A frown formed on your face as Kyouya poked the final touches into the smooth skin.

"All done," he said, patting the spot where he last inked. You were certain that fresh tattoos aren't supposed to be touched like that, but then again, Kyouya's the doctor here.

Mudano gave a quick thanks and stood up from the chair, completely unfazed by a needle rapidly puncturing his skin for like an hour. He threw back on his white button up, ready to leave soon.

Before leaving, however, he stopped at where you were standing. His gaze flicked to you—softer, the kind of look he reserved only for you. The warmth of his palm found your shoulder, firm and grounding. "I'll catch up with you later," Mudano said softly. Then, he was gone. For Mudano, that was basically a hug and a kiss goodbye.

It was just you and Kyouya left.

"He added a lot today, huh?" Kyouya said while cleaning up his tattoo equipment.

You grunted in response, head still swimming with so many thoughts. "Sucks that he has to do that... it's like he's punishing himself." You've seen him on those nights, when he'd lay next to you and his eyes would trace the ink along his arms. He never said anything, but in your heart you knew that he was thinking about something. And you had assumed it was something akin to telling himself to do better next time. To not let anyone die on his watch.

Kyouya hummed, considering your words. "Not saying you're wrong—you probably know Danny the best. I mean, he basically says 'I love you' to you each time he looks at you without that menacing glare," he said, chuckling mostly to himself. "But I don't think he's punishing himself—although, yeah, maybe he does sometimes."

"Then what do you think is running through his head?"

Kyouya smiled. "I think it's a way of him carrying others' wishes and dreams with him. Maybe also their strength—they're lending it to Danny."

Your gaze dropped to the floor, scrutinizing the specks on the linoleum tiles of the clinic. "When you put it that way... it puts my mind at ease. I just hate seeing him like that."

He put the last of his equipment away and finally faced you. "Well, we could both be wrong. He's always thinking a step ahead from all of us."

That earned a laugh from you... then an idea—possibly a ridiculous one—popped up in your head. "Kyo? You think you have some time for another tattoo?"

"Another? But I just put away all my stuff—"

It only took one look from you. One that you probably learned from Mudano himself.

He was about to retort, but sighed in defeat. "Fine. Sit down and get comfy."

────────────

Mudano was quietly reading his book in bed while you got ready to settle in for the night. He never said anything, but you could tell he was glad that he could sleep next to you more often lately. At least, the world was a little forgiving to him these past few weeks.

You picked out a simple set of pajamas for the night. A soft thud was made when you dropped the towel to the floor, then—

"What's that?"

You were almost startled by his voice. He's normally too absorbed in his book to look at your nightly routine.

"What?"

"Don't play dumb with me. You know what I'm talking about. What's that on your back?" he asked, firmer this time.

"A tattoo," you said nervously. You were still assessing whether or not this was a neutral or a bad response. It's hard to tell sometimes. "I had Kyouya do it for me."

He finally shut his book and stood up from the bed. A chill ran up your spine as he sauntered over to where you stood near the dresser. Two large hands held you firmly as if you'd run away from him. You could practically feel his eyes burning a hole where the ink was.

"An umbrella?" he asked with the slightest lilt. That's his tell when he's surprised.

"Yeah. Kyouya said you get tattoos to remember something important... so you carry them with you no matter where you go," you explained, still facing away from him because he was busy looking at the tattoo.

"Leave it to him to say the cheesiest things, I suppose."

A small laugh left your lips. "Hey, I listened to him, you know? That's why I got this umbrella, so I can remember you. How you always have our backs. How you sacrifice yourself each day for our kind. How you'll always be mine no matter what."

Words freely left you. Perhaps it was easier to say all these things without his intense eyes looking back at you. Silence followed thereafter. Rarely would you ever find Mudano speechless.

He slowly turned you around to make you face him... then he wrapped his arms around you while you were still dripping from your shower.

You smiled, absorbing his feelings that he never dared to speak out loud. You hugged him back with all your might.

"I love you."

He didn't have to say it back, but you knew he loved you too with the way he held you the entire night until he fell asleep.

©miyukisu do not repost/reupload/translate any of my works on other platforms

╰ author's note still on my touanki brainrot because I recently caught up to the manga... expect a flood of touanki posting (sorry)

[miyukisu]

Hi! I read your Tougen Anki boyfriend scenarios and am in love. I was wondering if you accepted requests? I'm itching for more Mudano, Masumi, and Kyoya content 😵‍💫

My blog has been dead for like... months (but I am a lurker though), so I'm quite surprised I still receive stuff in my inbox.

I'll be honest and say that I'm not caught up with the manga yet and I haven't watched the anime lols which is why I only chose to do the three you mentioned. I fear I have lost touch with writing the other characters...

I hope scratches your itch though: Dad Headcanons (Oni Ver.)

[miyukisu]

1 | Tougen Anki Dad Headcanons .ᐟ

❤︎ | What are the TouAnki men like as dads? Do they give off girl dad or boy dad energy... maybe both? (oni agency ver.) ╰ feat. mudano naito, masumi yodogawa, kyouya oiranzaka

tags - afab! reader, no y/n, SFW only, wholesome domestic stuff

see also -> kikoku unit ver. | momo ver | more soon...

MEGA MASTERLIST

— Mudano Naito

OBVIOUSLY GIRL DAD ENERGY. NEED I SAY MORE?

Some dads deny being protective over their kids... he does not. He's not loud about it, but he justifies it even though it's overboard sometimes. But then again, the world is a dangerous place (he's not talking about momos... he's actually talking about boys).

He takes milestones and achievements VERY seriously. Other parents keep photo albums with cute photos... but this man keeps a notebook like a fuckin' basketball coach.

He's the kind of dad to start training kids early, especially if he has a little girl. Not just because he wants her to learn how to defend herself, but also to become someone who can take over his role in training other onis to become prepared to fight on the frontlines.

He sits perfectly still even though his daughter/s is/are absolutely going to town with the pigtails, nail polish, sparkly stickers, and lipstick. Does he look like a unicorn farted on his face? Probably. But he doesn't care as long as it makes his girls giggle.

Sure, he has a shit ton of tattoos—he even has blackouts on both arms. But if his kid even hints at wanting one? Nope. No way in hell. There won't even be room for discussion for it.

But, hey, he's the type of dad that might give in with just the right amount of puppy eyes and begging. He's only soft for his kids.

— Masumi Yodogawa

Boy dad. Dad to multiple boys. I can't see him stopping at one or two.

Believe it or not, he's stricter than Mudano. Even the other onis are shocked by the fact.

He's strict not because he believes this will make them stronger or whatever. He has enough pride to believe that his kids have it in them to become powerful regardless of their ability. No, he's just strict because he likes to run a tight ship and he wants them to respect his authority as their father.

That being said, he's allergic to stupidity. That also applies to his kids. He won't be the type to shout or reprimand his kids in a loud way. Why? He doesn't need to. One look from him and his kids know they're in deep shit. You can hear a pin drop with how quiet they get...

Whenever his kids ask him for/about something... his default response would be, "Go ask your mother." His kids may be afraid of him... but he is afraid of YOU. On the totem pole of the household, you sit comfortably at the top and he has ZERO complaints about it.

Since he has a bunch of boys... it's expected that chaos is always right around the corner. Fighting, bickering, taunting—the works. Instead of making them stop, he'll encourage them. "You wanna fight? Go. Fight each other then. Don't stop until the other drops like a fly." Do they keep fighting? Nope. Not a chance.

— Kyouya Oiranzaka

Girl dad! I can see him having twins though—LIKE WOULDN'T THAT BE SO CUTE?

He likes teasing his girls that they, "definitely look like their papa," and his kids would grumble each time. He finds joy in seeing them pout while absolutely looking like him. (His genes are strong, what can I say?)

He's a pretty chill dad. Not really gentle parenting per se... but he lets his kids learn from their own mistakes and guide them on how they can do better next time. He's not the type to hound them or crucify them for every small mishap.

He and his kids DEFINITELY play doctor at home. They have all the doctor's equipment in pastel pink plastic form. In between patients (house pets who unwittingly became patients for play time), he would also teach his kids the value of becoming part of the supporting team in their cause.

While other oni dads train their kids to become formidable fighters, Kyouya makes sure that his kids can take his place in the future too.

Out of all the dads... I think he might be the strictest one when it comes to romance. He obviously knows what men are like and what their intentions might be. And yes, he does cry when his daughter tells him that she has a crush at school.

©miyukisu do not repost/reupload/translate any of my works on other platforms

╰ author's note i might have to reread the manga or get my ass to watch the anime just so i can confidently write the others again... i feel like i lost touch with their characters... my bad...

[miyukisu]

No Regrets .ᐟ

❤︎ | Sometimes it's just better to give in... (2.2k wc) ╰ feat. Miyuki Kazuya (DnA) x afab!reader

tags - vanilla for once lol, dry humping, pussay eating, unprotected (tsk tsk), situationship!Kazuya, afab reader, no Y/N

MEGA MASTERLIST

minors do not interact

“Did you regret it?”

His question hung in the air for longer than he would have liked. His eyes bore into your skull—much like it did last night before he leaned in and captured your lips in his.

A heat of the moment thing that you both swore wouldn’t happen again because you agreed to take it slow. Excruciatingly slow, he would think.

“Not at all. Did you?” You asked back.

“I did,” he replied almost too quickly.

You opened your mouth to speak, but was quickly cut off by him. “I regret it ‘cause now I can’t stop thinking about how much more I wanted to do to you.”

He said it so matter-of-factly that it threw you off. But his desire wasn’t lost on you.

“You want me?”

“God—yes. What do you think?”

You could only respond with a weak shrug. “You’ve never really shown—y’know? Moments of weakness or whatever you want to call it.”

A self-deprecating laugh escaped him before he calmed down with a sigh. “My self-control must be top-tier, huh? You think I’m some sort of saint?”

“Well, no.” Far from it—really.

He leaned back on the couch, closing his eyes momentarily. His hand came up to his face to rub his temples with his thumb and ring finger. “I want you so fucking bad,” he said, eyes still closed as if it would retain any semblance of discipline he had left. “But I respect you and I don’t want to rush a good thing.”

He slowly turns to face you, eyes fluttering open.

“So you’re really just holding back?”

“Mhm…”

“But—what if I want you so badly too?”

He swore he could hear something snap within him. His eyes widened for a fraction of a second before whipping his gaze away from you. “Fuck.”

Kazuya buried his face in his palms, annoyed. Not at you—never at you. But why would you say that to him now of all times?

“Should I have not said that?” You asked.

He looked at you slowly and incredulously. In his head, he called it for what it was—a stupid question.

“What do you think?” He asked back.

“No… but you’ll still hold back, right?”

Kazuya grumbled. “Yeah, I will. I promised I’d do things right with you.”

Then, silence. You let his words sink in, while he had to think about things other than how good you’d look beneath him. But he had to admit it was hard.

The ticking sound of the clock only reminded you of the prolonged tension between the two of you.

Tick… tock… tick… tock…

It could be so easy—you just have to scoot closer and kiss him again like you did last night.

“Kazuya?”

With the way he looked at you—you’d assume he was thinking of the same thing. He had that all-too-familiar hunger in his amber eyes.

“Yeah?”

Time seemed to pass slowly, but before he knew it, you were crawling to him. You were met with no resistance at all when you cupped his cheek and pulled him in. Your lips fit in his like a puzzle. It was warm and overwhelming.

One thing led to another and you were already sitting on his lap. His large hands firmly grasped the flesh of your thighs as your own hands squeezed his biceps. You were both anchoring yourselves for what was to come.

It became heated too quickly. Hips were rolling and hands were all over the place. A respite from the impromptu make out session was followed by him breathlessly groaning in your ear.

You briefly glanced down and caught him adjusting his pants—already aware of the predicament that he was in.

You both knew that there was no way he’d be able to hold back now.

As if to distract you, he searched for the sweet spot on your neck—carefully planting kisses from your jaw down to your collarbone. He was careful—precise. He bit and suckled, wanting to leave a mark—claiming you as his.

“I thought you’d wait?” you teased between gasps. His grip on your waist tightened for a moment before he unlatched his relentless lips from your neck.

“And I thought you’d behave yourself,” he retorted. “Only an idiot would pass up on this.”

He easily lifted you and flipped your positions before pinning you against the sofa. His lips met yours once more, practically sucking in all the oxygen you had.

He was so greedy—so selfish. But you asked for it when you pounced on him.

He only needed one hand to gather both your wrists and hold it above your head. You were so helpless beneath him, slowly unraveling.

Though, he wasn’t doing any better. The slow and wanton drag of his pelvis against your thigh made your mouth water. His growing erection beneath his sweats was palpable. Kazuya was humping you like it was his last day on Earth. He’d hate to finish in his pants, but he couldn’t resist it anymore.

“Always imagined you beneath me…” he admitted. His eyes were half-lidded—dazed and softer than it usually looked.

You pressed your thigh against him and caused him to suck in air through his teeth. “You can do whatever you want with me.”

Kazuya clicked his tongue, lowering his head. “Shit,” he murmured. “Don’t say that. I’ll come too soon.” He had to bury his face in the crook of your neck to calm down. His hot breath against your skin sent shivers down your spine.

“I don’t wanna come yet,” he whispered in your ear. His lips—wet from kissing you—brushed the shell of your ear. “I wanna come inside you. Can I? Please?”

His words were enough to earn a soft moan from you. The sweet sound sent a jolt straight to his core and you felt him twitch against your thigh. He was so close to going over the edge, but desperately fought it off just for the chance to feel you like he always dreamed of.

He let go of your arms, trusting that you knew what to do next. Kazuya pulled you by the arm to help you sit upright. The two of you moved in-sync—removing your shirts at the same time. But he was faster; he made sure of that. His hands were soon making quick work of the clasp of your bra and in seconds you were bare in front of him.

Kazuya moved in haste—pinning you back down on the sofa with his weight. He took a nipple in his mouth while the other he rolled between the pads of his fingers. 

“Slow down,” you pleaded between breaths. Your fingers wove into his soft brown hair, tugging his locks slightly. He groaned against the flesh of your chest. “I warned you, didn’t I?” he reminded you before latching on to the other bud then, letting it out with a pop. “I told you once I started—I won’t be able to stop.”

His hand left your hardened nipple, grazing your stomach and eventually ending up at your core. The knot in your stomach tightened, threatening to come undone at any moment. A strangled moan spilled from your lips as his thumb pressed against the sensitive bundle of nerves.

Your back could only arch so much as he kept his larger frame above you. His mouth and fingers worked in tandem and you were certain he could feel the dampness quickly forming on your thin shorts.

He licked one last strip over your bud. “Fuck. Wanna eat you out. You’ll let me do that, right?” Kazuya began trailing kisses all the way down your abdomen, preparing you for what’s to come. “I’ll make you feel so good—make you scream my name. Wanna hear that so badly.”

His kisses stopped at the navel. His fingers hooked at the waistband of your bottoms and he swiftly pulled them off, discarding the garments somewhere in the room. Kazuya gave himself a chance to admire how wet you became for him. If he weren’t already kneeling—he would’ve fallen to the floor at the sight alone. So pretty, so wet, and so inviting—all for him.

He wasted no time and dove head first, pressing a desperate kiss on your mound. With the strength you had left, you propped yourself up on your elbow—only to be faced by such a lewd sight: his calloused hand was keeping one leg open while his head rested against the other, lazily licking up stripes on your slit.

Then, your eyes met.

The harder he pressed the flat of his tongue against your cunt, the tighter he held your thigh. It would definitely leave a bruise later on. But the pleasure outweighed the pain. He started suckling on your clit, his movements deliberate as always. He zapped out any strength that remained and you fell back onto the sofa—an absolute moaning mess for him.

The sweet sounds that filled the room urged him to go on—to be messier with it. He began darting his tongue in and out of your quivering hole, not minding how harshly you pulled on his hair. If anything, it pushed him to set a faster pace. 

Too dazed to realize it—Kazuya let go of your thigh, opting to palm the tent in his sweats. It was so painful and leaking. As temporary reprieve, he pulled his length out, slowly stroking himself while he ate you out. Not once did he slow down. 

You couldn’t even warn him in time as you came right on his tongue. He diligently gathered your slick, cleaning you up. Kazuya waited for you to at least stop shaking before he pulled away. Through your droopy lids, you could see how his lips glistened with your essence.

He coaxed out another strained moan from you as he slapped his heavy length against your clit a couple of times. He was drunk on pleasure as much as you were and he was simply moving by instinct—doing whatever feels good. And him rubbing his cock back and forth on your cunt was the best thing he felt so far.

One hand was planted firmly next to your head, grounding him from the immense pleasure. He groaned, snapping his head up to face the ceiling with his eyes screwed shut. His hips moved frantically—his tip nudging your clit at every push. Your nails found purchase in the firmness of his shoulders.

Carelessly and frantically, he continued to thrust his hips until his tip eventually dipped in your hole. You groaned in unison—surprised by the newfound sensation. Kazuya even had to stop for a bit and gather his bearings. 

Shit. I almost came, he thought.

He took a deep breath and tried to push in more of his length. “Fuuuck…” he drawled out. “Relax, sweetheart. It’s too tight.”

Your chest was heaving, making words impossible to form. Seeing you all fucked out already—he took matters into his own hands, leaning more into you and forcing you to open up more for him.

As he sank the rest of his length in, his chest met yours, pressing you into the sofa. His groans spilled directly into your ear, intensifying your arousal. 

“Can I move now? Shit. I need to feel this.”

Your arms wrapped around his neck, keeping him in place. He took that as your seal of approval, pulling out completely and slamming back in. Once he knew you could take it—he pounded into you relentlessly.

Soon, your incoherent blabbers and moans bounced off the walls of the room. Another orgasm surged through you—white and blinding. His jaw clenched, feeling you flutter around him. But it still wasn’t enough for him.

He waited so long for this and there was no way he wasn’t going to make the most out of it.

For a moment, he slowed down to grab your legs, placing your calves snugly on his shoulders. Kazuya leaned back down and resumed the frantic pace he set earlier. He put you in the meanest mating press right after you just came.

“C’mon… you can do one more for me, right? You’re my good girl. You can do it.”

To motivate you, he pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead. It was a far cry from the brutal thrusts he was giving you. At this point, he was desperately chasing his own high—wanting release. 

“I’m gonna come,” he whispered. His fingers became tangled up in your hair as he held your head—almost protectively. His entire body enveloped your smaller one. 

“Come for me,” you said before wrapping your legs around his waist. He thought his body would give out from what you did.

But he soldiered on, pistoning in and out at a consistent pace. But soon his hips began to stutter. In a few more thrusts, he painted your insides with warm ropes of his seed. He groaned loudly in tandem with your desperate pants.

It took a while for either of you to catch your breaths. He was still snug inside you, wanting to feel every last pulse you have to offer him.

©miyukisu do not repost/reupload/translate any of my works on other platforms

╰ author's note WOW WHAT DO YOU MEAN I POSTED AGAIN

[miyukisu]

On the Bridge .ᐟ

❤︎ | You and Karasu Tabito talk one morning on a long and winding bridge... ╰ feat. karasu tabito (bllk) x gn! reader

tags - fluff, gn! reader, no y/n, childhood friends, hiori feature

MEGA MASTERLIST

There was a long winding bridge in your idyllic hometown. Oftentimes it was lively in the afternoons. People would take a stroll with their family or pets there. It was also a popular spot for sweethearts wanting to have a quiet moment for just the two of them. The breeze was always gentle and the scenery made it even better.

In the mornings, however, it was usually empty. Occasionally, one or two people would pass by, but they'd be gone as soon as they came. It's not like it's a huge bother either since the bridge was quite long. There was enough room that the awkward smile-and-wave to a random stranger in the guise of being polite was unnecessary.

You took this as an opportunity to hang out at a specific spot on the bridge to clear your head. Waking up early in the morning, you'd often find your feet dragging you to this place like clockwork.

Today was the same as every other day: the birds were chirping, the breeze flew through your hair, and the sun shone down brightly on everything beneath it. You liked this; you liked the never-changing nature of this place and your life.

You embraced familiarity with open arms.

But you should have known that today wasn't going to be the same as the others. You had only one man to blame for that and it was Karasu Tabito.

Karasu decided that it would be funny to startle you. It was deathly silence the whole time you were there so, to hear a voice out of nowhere and a finger jabbing at your shoulder would've induced a heart attack. At least that's what you told him what would've happened if you weren't as strong as you were.

"So dramatic..." he drawls out. He's got a lazy grin on his face, sleep still distinct in his eyes. They were puffy, like he had only woken up a few minutes prior.

You roll your eyes at him which earns a chuckle. He takes the spot beside you, perching his elbows on the concrete railing of the bridge. Through the corner of your eye, you see him admire the surroundings with a small smile.

"So," you start. "What are you doing here anyway?"

"Was out on a walk with Hiori. We were gon' to play football, but..."

You cock your head to look at him. "But? But what?"

"Thought I'd mess with him first and hide for a while."

An exasperated look crossed your face. Between the two of them, you were closer to Hiori. Your parents were friends and it only made sense for the two of you to be as well. In fact, the only reason you knew Karasu was because of him. You could vividly imagine what kind of reaction this little trick would elicit from the blue-haired boy.

"What a nice friend you are."

He took to your sarcasm well—like he would always do. After all, it was only fair after you had developed thick skin due to his relentless teasing (you call it bullying, but he prefers the word teasin'). And unlike, Hiori, you were unsure what kind of relationship you had with the man next to you.

You poke fun at each other like a pair of best friends that have known each other for years, but then you've only been around each other a couple of times. Most of those instances were with Hiori too.

This moment the two of you are sharing on the bridge—it was a rare one to say the least.

The fact that you've seldom spent time with him alone made you a bit nervous. A comfortable silence was a luxury not yet made available to you. The air shifted into an awkward one and neither of you knew what to say to rectify it.

"So what ha-" / "You know-"

Of course, you two had to speak at the same time. But the cherry on top was the way you two turned to look at the other person in unison. And... you two stared at each other for an uncomfortable amount of time.

"No, no, you go first," you offered so kindly—hoping that he'd carry on and forget about the earlier blunder.

He scratched the back of his neck. "I was jus' gonna ask what you've been doin' lately. Barely seen ya."

It was a normal thing to say by all means, but the last part—that's where you were hung up on. Too bad for Karasu, you had a knack for not answering his questions in favor of being obstinate.

"Why? Do you have to see me all the time?"

An all-knowing smirk slowly creeped on his face. "Nah... but that'd be nice."

Nice? What would be so nice about seeing someone who's barely your friend? Karasu didn't seem like the type to engage in exaggerated pleasantries. Pretending to be nice wasn't his thing.

If Karasu were to say anything good, it would've meant that it was true.

The breeze blew a bit more strongly this time around—blowing the stray hairs out of your face. Looking down, you realize that you had been fidgeting with your fingers. As soon as you do see it, you stop. It would be bad if he got weird ideas about you being nervous around him.

You clear your throat. "Shouldn't you go back to Hiori now?"

"Ah... well... ya makin' me leave?"

"No," you retort. "It's just... y'know? He must be looking for you still."

He lets out a soft chuckle which causes you to glance over to him. "Eh, he'll be fine. I wouldn't wan' cha to be alone here anyway."

You insist that you'd be alright. This had been your routine for several mornings now. It's highly unlikely that something bad would happen to you now. But he ignores your reasoning, clicking his tongue in annoyance to get his point across.

But neither of you would be sticking around the bridge for long.

"Karasu! You idiot!"

Both of you turned to look at where the voice was coming from. A figure stood a good distance away from where the two of you were talking. But even without seeing the person, you knew it was your mutual friend, Hiori.

He was running towards you—a pissed off expression could be clearly seen on his otherwise timid face. Of course, Karasu had the biggest grin—as if making his friend angry was a hobby of his.

One step turned into two then, three. Next thing you know, you two were running off.

"Wait... why are we running again?" you ask while trying to keep up with his pace.

His long legs paired with his athletic capability left you in the dust, but he spared you a glance and a reassuring smile. "Why're ya followin' me then?"

"I don't know!"

Laughter erupts from him as he slows down a bit to match your embarrassing pace. He grabs your hand, pulling you along with him.

"Ya better not slow me down, a'ight?"

So you ran off, giggling like maniacs, while your poor friend was left to chase the two of you.

©miyukisu do not repost/reupload/translate any of my works on other platforms

╰ author's note this was posted on my old blog but I transferred it here :D

[miyukisu]

No Matter What .ᐟ

❤︎ | If Umemiya Hajime promises you something—best believe he's keeping it (1.3k wc) ╰ feat. umemiya hajime (winbre) x afab! reader

tags - reader gets hurt, mentions of violence and injuries, angst to comfort, fluff, happy ending, caring ume, friends to lovers -ish, no y/n

a/n - this was a request on my other blog

MEGA MASTERLIST

"If you need help—no matter what it is—just call me and I'll be there."

Those were the words that Umemiya Hajime told you the first time you met him. And maybe he was just being nice. Maybe he only told you that because you were Kotoha's friend. Sure, he was the head of Furin and Furin's supposed to save the people of this town—but that doesn't mean that Ume would always be at your beck and call.

It doesn't necessarily mean that he'll be there for you no matter what.

Because you were just that—Kotoha's friend. You weren't anyone important that the top dog of Furin would come in and rescue you. But, God, you wished that you were.

You let those sweet words float by you at first, but now it was the only thing you were holding on to. That and your dwindling hope.

How did it come to this? Why did they have to come to the cafe at exactly the time that you were alone? Why did Kotoha leave you alone? Not that you blame her... but you do blame whoever these people are—for being so weak that they would hold a grudge against Furin, going as far as torturing the people that mattered to their leader rather than aiming for him themselves.

They were after Kotoha; that much you were sure of. Though, they figured, you could also be someone important to Umemiya Hajime. So they beat you up for safe measure. Perhaps a consolation that they couldn't get their true target.

You could only watch as they continued to trash the place, trying to send a message to Furin that they were dead serious about this feud—a feud that you unfortunately got tangled up in.

With your back facing the door, you were a witness to their wickedness. As much as you wanted to shout or flee for your life, you were frozen in place. Softly, you could only whisper his name—a futile prayer on deaf ears.

But Ume had a knack for turning bleak situations upside down. Too absorbed in fear, you failed to notice an intense presence make its way into the cafe. A newfound weight was put on your shoulders, a coat which you instinctively held on to. It radiated a masculine smell and it comforted you because it smelled exactly like him.

"Can you make do with my jacket for now? Just gotta deal with these guys first," he says, turning to look back at you with a reassuring smile.

Dumbfounded, you simply nodded at him, allowing him what he does best: saving the people he cares about. He effortlessly plowed his way through his opponents. His face showed no emotion, punch after punch. Part of you could tell that he was holding back; he could do even worse to them than this.

When all was said and done, Ume gave them a warning—more so a threat to be honest. The men almost crawled their way out of the place. Only then did you see a speck of emotion on Ume's face.

He was seething. The aftermath of the gang's actions made his blood boil. And to think what could have happened if Kotoha were there...

But most of all—and the reality is—you were the one that got hurt. You were no Kotoha, but Ume cared about you all the same. He was that type of guy after all.

Once he had calmed down, he knelt down in front of you. HIs face relaxed a bit, hoping it could calm you down.

"I'm sorry I wasn't here earlier. I really am."

You quickly shook your head, still holding on to the jacket he perched on your shoulders a few minutes ago. "No... please don't apologize. I'm just glad that you came at all."

Ume's expression softened, feeling bad that someone like you had to go through such a traumatic experience. He wanted to tuck the lock of hair behind your ear and to cup your cheek at that moment, but decided against it. There were more pressing issues than giving into his impulses at the moment—like getting you to safety for instance.

That's how you found yourself being carried on his back. You insisted that you could walk, but he was as stubborn as you.

"Are you sure the cafe will be alright?"

"Of course! The other guys should be there with Kotoha now—cleaning around and stuff," he says.

"What about you though?"

"Me?"

"Don't you want to be there with Kotoha? I'm sure the other guys would have been able to help me..."

He lets out a short chuckle. "You want someone else to help you? What's wrong with me?"

"What? I didn't mean it like that. You know what I'm talking about so—"

A smile graces his face, glad to be so quick-witted. "Then just get comfortable behind there and let me bring you home."

Not that he could see your face, but you hid your flustered face behind his shoulder anyway.

────────────

Ume carried you all the way inside your house and at this point you've learned that it was fruitless to refuse his kindness. He gently places you down on the sofa before facing you with his usual positive expression.

"Alright. You got a first aid kit somewhere?" he asked with his hands on his hips, looking around as if he'd find it in plain sight.

"It should be in the bottom cabinet in the bathroom... um, first door to your right when you go up the stairs," you sheepishly respond.

He nods. "Got it. I'll be back."

Sure that he was gone, you let out the breath you've been holding for a while. You were glad that no one else was home. Otherwise, you'd have to deal with explaining as well.

And... maybe it would be nice to be alone with Ume even for just a while.

You see him come down the stairs and jog towards the hall leading to the kitchen. The fridge opens and closes, and you wonder what he's up to. Although, soon as he comes back with the kit and ice pack in hand—you understood the quick kitchen detour.

"Got some ice from the fridge. Here," he says, handing the pack to you. "Your knee looks pretty swollen. You'll need that."

You softly thank him for his thoughtfulness and he kneels down in front of you once more. He raises his hands, "You okay with a bit of touching?" preempting you to his care.

"Yeah... though it's a bit embarrassing that you have to tend to my wounds when I can do it myself."

He already had a cotton ball with antiseptic. One hand holding your leg up with the other dabbing the medicine on your cuts, he smiled thoughtlessly to himself.

"Wouldn't let a lady tend to her wounds herself, would I?"

"Knowing you... I guess you wouldn't."

He looks up at you with a grin. "Besides, I told you I'd always be there for you. Even after we get you all patched up and ready to go to the pastry shop downtown to get a sweet treat to lift your mood—I'll still be there. Someone's gotta carry you, right?"

You didn't think it was possible for you to smile, let alone laugh, after that incident. But here you were, giggling while Ume cared for your wounds.

"We're going to the pastry shop after this?"

"You bet."

It was this day that you learned: Umemiya Hajime keeps his promises no matter what.

©miyukisu do not repost/reupload/translate any of my works on other platforms

╰ author's note I used to post a lot of WinBre on my main blog, like 40% of it used to be WinBre. But this is my first fic about it on this blog. Hope I still ate.

[miyukisu]

DT 01: Gym Encounters .ᐟ

EP 01 | "Babe, what would you do if a girl approached you at the gym?" ╰ feat. gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, hiromi higuruma, choso kamo, toji fushiguro, sukuna ryomen, yuji itadori, megumi fushiguro, yuta okkotsu, inumaki toge (JJK)

tags - mostly crack, bit of fluff, tiktok trend, established relationship, playfully toxic just for the humor, slightly suggestive in nanami/hiromi/geto 's part, sukuna is violent what do you expect

MEGA MASTERLIST

DOING TRENDS MASTERLIST

"What would I do?"

"Yeah." You don't give him a chance to prepare as you go into character, pretending to be another girl trying to shoot her shot at him at the gym. It was only then he realized he was being roped into more of your silliness.

What was he going to do now?

────────────

— Does everything wrong -> Toji (sus...) & Yuji (genuine lol)

He was always down to humor your antics, especially this one as it piqued his interest. His enthusiasm made you happy. But you should have known that happiness would be shortlived.

There was a smile already plastered on his face before you even approached. Although, you chalked it up to him anticipating the scenario and not ACTUALLY smiling at a random gym girl coming at him... because why? Just why?

"Heyyy," you drawl out. "Would you mind being my spotter for a bit? I'm trying out a new PR for my squats."

Of course. It had to be squats. To be fair, the right answer here, regardless of the exercise, was to say n—

"Sure."

What.

"Excuse me. What?" you say out loud.

He shrugged and simply repeated his words. "Sure. I can help you out. PR you say? That's great. Hitting your gym goals and whatnot."

Eyes were narrowed and fists were clenched. He doesn't even look like he was second guessing himself. You weren't in the mood to even continue at this point.

"Game's over. You failed by the way."

A look of genuine shock crossed his face as if he didn't just happily entertain this hypothetical gym girl. "What? How? I was so nice though?"

"That's the point!"

Dumbfounded, he tried tracing back his actions, figuring out what he did wrong. "Isn't being gentlemanly the point here?"

This time, it was you who was dumbfounded. "You... you thought... you thought this was a test to see how gentlemanly you were?"

How even...

He nodded, hoping that his nobleness would somehow change your mind. He's lucky you're feeling kind today. He might need to redeem himself another time though...

— Absolutely won the trend -> Nanami, Hiromi, Geto

He was a bit reluctant to do it at first—not because he wasn't willing to participate in your fun—in fact, he was always ready to do his best if you asked him of anything.

It's just that he doesn't find himself to be a convincing actor, even in this kind of situation.

"It's okay," you reassure him, "just act how you would if some random girl flirted with you at the gym."

He gave you an uneasy smile. "Alright... if it makes you happy, sweetheart."

Glad that he finally agreed, you put on your best flirty girl impression and walked over to him. You could still see the hesitance on his face, but you thought it was a bit funny.

"Hey there," you say, smiling. "I'm looking to improve myself... I'm sure a good looking guy like you would have some tips hm?"

A beat of silence passes before he laughs awkwardly, probably stalling to give himself some time. "I don't know about that. I'm not exactly a coach or anything."

The fact that he even responded made your eye twitch and your eyebrow raise. "Oh that's alright," you say sweetly. "I bet a even a professional pales in comparison with a body like tha—"

He immediately crosses his arms as if to conceal the goods—err... his massive pecs, rather. He offers a smile. But it wasn't at all friendly. There was a menacing edge to it—a cautionary smile, if you will.

"If you're really looking to improve your appearance then maybe you should ask my beautiful girlfriend instead. I'm sure her experiences will align better with yours, will it not?"

Your eyes widen for a second at his unexpected response. He managed to turn the girl down while boasting about you. Talk about hitting two birds with one stone.

You let out a low whistle in response. "Nice response. I liked that."

He lets out a breath he'd been holding in for a while, playfully clutching his chest in relief. "For a moment I thought I had failed."

"Failed? Baby you earned yourself a fun night tonight."

"Oh? Oh."

— Ignorance is bliss -> Megumi, Yuta, Inumaki

He goes quiet after you assume the role of another girl—one who has the guts to approach a guy like him who CLEARLY wants nothing to do with anyone else at the gym. There's a look in his eyes that's telling you, "I don't want to be bothered right now."

That earns him more points in your book, of course.

"A guy like you must know his way around the gym eh?"

No response. Well, if him turning his back is counted as a response, then that's just about it.

"What? You shy or something?"

Still nothing.

"Yoo hoo~ I'm talking to you?"

Not a word escapes him. Instead, he begins walking away. A goofy smile spreads across your face at his actions, proud that your boyfriend passed with flying colors.

But being the menace that you are—you decide to pester him more. It's not everyday you get to pretend to be some random girl trying to flirt with him.

You quickly follow behind him. "Aw c'mon don't be like that. I'm just trying to be friendly." You reach out to grab his arm but he quickly turns around with a condescending expression.

"Back off. My girlfriend's scary."

Instantly, you let go of his arm and it drops down to his side. "Seriously? Me? Why not say that you're the scary one?"

"Did I lie though?"

...

"Okay. Fair enough. You passed though!"

He sighs. He's sure he's going to have a head full of white hair at an early age...

BONUS (Inumaki): You prompt him to whip his face towards you as you grab his forearm. With practiced speed, he pulls his high collar down to reveal his mouth adorned with his cursed markings.

"Leave me alone," he mutters. Any louder and the effects would have been stronger. Obviously, it was still you that was playing pretend with him, but he needed to prove a point.

Your arm forcibly lets him go and your body turns the opposite on its own, beginning to walk away.

"This is kinda freaky," you said. "But good job!"

— Exaggerated but eh... guess it works -> Gojo & Choso

You muster up the best flirty expression you can and began approaching him. But before you could get any closer, he held out his hand to stop you.

"I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND!"

A look of confusion crosses your face—amused by his exaggerated reaction. "I haven't even said anything?"

"I know a temptress when I see one. Just so you know—a temptress is nothing compared to a goddess," he exclaims. "The goddess being my girlfriend, by the way," he explains before clearing his throat. He was so into it that even his voice had a different lilt to it.

Throughout that entire exchange, he kept his arm up, still stopping you in your place. Even the expression on his face was overstated. It was kind of... adorable in a strange way.

"You're just saying that because you know the context of the situation."

He shakes his head. "Nothing you say will change my mind."

"I'm not even pretending to be another girl anymore..."

"That's what a temptress would say!"

You held your hands up in defeat, offering him a lopsided smile. "Goddamn, okay, you win the trend. Jeez... you can stop pretending now..."

With that, his usual relaxed expression returns before he wraps you in a suffocating bear hug.

— You cannot post this to the internet... -> SUKUNA

As soon as you began walking towards him, hips swaying at every step—he stood up, towering over you.

His aura filled the atmosphere. You were only playing pretend, but somehow he was radiating intimidation like it was the real thing—like a woman was actually approaching him and disturbing his gym time.

"Hey, big boy, care to be my spotter?"

He scoffed, crossing his arms, clearly flexing them for the added effect. "Come any closer and the last thing you'll be spotting is my fist heading towards your face."

"PAUSE." Your jaw almost fell to the floor. This was all for shits and giggles, but knowing him, he might actually do that. "You know that a girl is approaching you, right?"

"Yes. And?"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'AND'?" Obviously, you weren't pretending anymore at this point. You were expecting him to simply ignore or maybe tell you to, "fuck off," but not downright ASSAULT.

"You asked me what I would do and I did. What else do you want from me, woman?"

He rendered you speechless. "Right... guess you did."

A deep sigh escapes you. This trend wasn't for him. But hey, at least you don't have to worry about him doing anything shady with flirty women at the gym...

©miyukisu do not repost/reupload/translate any of my works on other platforms

╰ author's note I really like this idea like I'm so swag for this, right... pls validate me or I will cry

[miyukisu]

Doing Trends .ᐟ masterlist of forcing your favs to do silly online trends with you ❤︎ ╰ incl. jujutsu kaisen, blue lock, wind breaker, etc. (to be updated)

a/n - expect mildly slow updates to this series because, 1.) i do not have tiktok, 2.) i'd have to watch a couple of variations of the trend first

a/n 2 - works will mostly be crack and fluff, maybe slightly suggestive in some

EP 01 | Gym Encounters ╰ "Babe, what would you do if a girl approached you at the gym?"

❤︎ Jujutsu Kaisen Men x afab! reader ╰ gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, hiromi higuruma, choso kamo, toji fushiguro, sukuna ryomen, yuji itadori, megumi fushiguro, yuta okkotsu, inumaki toge

EP 02 | He Texted You WHAT? ╰ He's ranking hypothetical texts you receive from a hypothetical man based on how angry it would make him

❤︎ TBD x afab! reader ╰ ...

EP 03 | TBD ╰ ...

❤︎ TBD ╰ ...

©miyukisu do not repost/reupload/translate any of my works on other platforms

[miyukisu]

mdni ; incl - phone sex

"Hey, what are you wearing right now?" he asked through the phone.

You knew a late night call from him would start off like this—it always did. And it's no surprise. Besides, it's been almost 2 weeks since you've last seen each other. You have his job to thank for that.

A small laugh escapes you. "Guess."

He hums for a while, but you both knew that he knew the answer to your teasing question. "The sheer nightie that leaves little to imagination?"

He was right. Of course he was. He could practically envision it, as if you were sitting right next to him on this cold and empty hotel bed.

"Fuuuck." His voice was huskier than usual, a tell-tale sign of him growing aroused. But then you spoke again, "How about you? What are you wearing?"

Imagination wasn't enough. He would go above and beyond for you, which is why you found yourself staring at a mirror selfie of him a few minutes later. His mouthwatering muscles were on display and those sweatpants...

Oh those sweatpants...

They were your kryptonite, especially with them hanging so low on his hips that his happy trail gave you a preview of one of your favorite sights in the world.

You were so entranced that you almost forgot he was still on the line.

"You still there, baby? Or are you already putting that picture to good use?" The smugness in his voice was otherwise infuriating. But in this case, you only grew wetter by the sound of his teasing.

"Mhm... still here," you say. But mentally, you were in another world. His scent, his overwhelming presence, his touch—you missed it all. The frustration eventually boiled over and you couldn't help but snake your hand down beneath your panties, circling around your clit like how he'd do it.

A satisfied hum leaves your lips, earning a chuckle from him. "Rubbing your pussy for me? That's cute."

"I hate that you're not here... I wish you were the one touching me right now."

"I know, I know," he cooed. "I wish I could feel how wet you are too." He sighed audibly before reaching into his pants as well, palming at his growing erection. It was more painful than usual. But that's what 2 whole weeks without your touch does to him.

It gets unbearable and he decides to pull out his length from his sweats completely. The cool air of the room heightened his sensitivity causing him to suck in through his teeth.

You smirked to yourself. "Feeling good, baby?"

"Not as good as when you do it," he murmurs. Truth be told, he felt like a teenager again... 'cuz how is he so hard and leaky from phone sex?

Unbelievable, he thought. But what can he do? He'll have to settle this for now because in a few more days... he can finally pound into that pussy he's been missing so much.

Gojo Satoru, Choso Kamo, Toji Fushiguro, Karasu Tabito, Sendou Shuuto, Oliver Aiku, Narumi Gen, Kuroo Tetsurou, Oikawa Tooru, Suna Rintarou, Bokuto Kotarou, Dazai Osamu, Kyouya Oiranzaka + any of your luvs

a/n - erm... part 2? anyone?

©miyukisu do not repost/reupload/translate any of my works on other platforms

[miyukisu]

A Trace of Body Paint .ᐟ

❤︎ Request | He's learning anatomy for his art class—you'll help him, right? 3.1k wc ╰ feat. artist!shidou ryusei (bllk) x afab!reader

tags - lots of tension and build up at first, p*rn with plot, college au, artist! shidou, he and reader are both experienced, FILTHY, dirty talk, unprotected smeggs, rough smeggs, face f*cking, creampies, overstim, no y/n, not beta read

MEGA MASTERLIST

minors do not interact

"Yeah! I'll see you next week for my next assignment. Okay?"

Yeah right... next week...

You didn't peg Shidou as the type to flake on you, especially since he was the one who needed something from you. At first, you gave him the benefit of the doubt, then your mind wandered to impossible territory.

Maybe he found a different person to model for him.

Maybe you weren't good enough a model and he was getting low marks because of you...

But wouldn't that be his fault?

Maybe... he dropped out of class?

Every possibility crossed your mind, but not once did you think of actually asking him, "Hey, what's up with not calling me anymore to model for your art class? You know... THE THING WE DO WEEKLY?"

But pride does get the best of us. You are no different. Either the world ends or he grovels at your feet for ghosting you like that. Anyway, why did you care so much?

Shidou Ryusei only asked you to model for him for a few weeks for an art course he was taking. It just so happens you two were close and your schedules matched (and he thought you were really pretty). In exchange, he'd treat you after every drawing session. Ordinary stuff—that was until you slowly started to develop feelings for him.

There was something about the way he looked at you as he studied every minute detail—making sure they were all transferred to paper. He made you feel so... beautiful in ways you've never realized before. But most of all, you fell for such a creative and passionate spirit.

You were snapped out of your thoughts upon spotting a familiar hairdo across the quad. Your eyes met and you made sure not to waste this opportunity—glaring at him, making sure he knew how much he had pissed you off. Shidou looked left and right, possibly trying to find a way out of it. But maybe the intensity in your eyes worked because before you knew it—he was making his way to you.

"Hey..."

"Really? That's all you have to say after ignoring the texts I sent last week?"

"Eh... must've missed them," he lied.

"What about the time you saw me near your building? You missed me standing a meter away from you?"

"Guess so," he lied again.

His nonchalance made you want to rip your hair out. This hot-and-cold treatment was driving you up the wall. It was clear with the exasperated look on your face.

Though, his eyes never left yours—those same damn eyes that stared at you for hours. It was like there was something he wanted to say, but couldn't.

"Why did you even walk over here?"

He sighed like he didn't gave a shit. "You looked like you were about to murder me."

"Shouldn't you be running away then?" you countered. Shidou simply shrugged. "I'm not sure either."

You were about to unleash your fury, but he sighed loudly before continuing. "Fuck... fine. I've been avoiding you."

"Yes. I can clearly see that. The question is—why?"

"Look. I've been getting the highest scores in class because I have the luxury to have an actual person model for me... while everyone else relies on references on the internet or whatever," he explains. "But now... it's..."

"Isn't that a good thing then?" you asked—confused by his reasoning, but even more confused by his change in demeanor.

He shook his head. "Nah... it's just... I won't be needing you anymore."

Your jaw dropped. He said it so casually like it didn't just left a gaping hole in your chest.

"I mean," he backtracked. "We're gonna start drawing nude figures soon, so either you're willing to strip for me or—"

You cut him off. "Are you gonna draw my face with it?"

"Eh, all I need to draw now is the body since we're done with portraits and—"

You cut him off again. "Then draw me."

"Wha—" Shidou was cut off once more. "You heard me. Draw me," you say, as if challenging him.

It earns a hearty laugh from him—one you haven't heard in a while. "You're saying you're gonna stand butt naked in front of me while I stare at you for an hour or two? You know how that sounds, right?"

"It sounds like you're gonna stare at me butt naked for an hour or two."

You were so shameless, he thought. But it was one of the many things he liked about you. He chuckled, amused by the way things turned. Well... what kind of artist would he be to turn down such an enticing muse?

Shidou let out a low whistle as soon as the last article of clothing met the floor. You used to do these drawing sessions in the library—when all he had to observe from you were innocent things like your eyes, your hands, your hair, and so on.

But now that you have to bare everything to him, you figured the only place to do it was at his dorm. It was like what you imagined: cluttered but artsy enough that you could let it pass.

You stood awkwardly in the middle, feeling a bit chilly with nothing to protect you. But you posed, placing a hand on your hip while looking off to the side. That way, there wouldn't be any awkward eye contact.

Shidou sat down on a stool and quickly got to drawing. He said nothing as his eyes constantly flitted between the paper and your body.

The first few minutes in—you became hyperaware of everything. The fact that he was seeing absolutely everything. The absurdity of this entire situation. But most of all, the way your body was reacting to his gaze.

From your peripheral, you could see his gaze linger a bit too long at times. He'd bite his lower lip every so often and it made you feel conscious. Was he doing that because he could see your nipples hardening due to the temperature? Maybe he noticed the way you'd subtly rub your thighs together?

Whatever it was—it had him clearing his throat and shifting in his seat, seemingly uncomfortable.

Around 15 minutes pass, until he finally spoke. "Feeling tired yet?" he asked without looking up from his paper. You figured he was applying the final touches at this point.

"Yeah. A bit."

He hummed in response. "Get comfortable on my bed then."

"What? On your bed? Now?"

Shidou looked up from his paper. At this point both of you were desensitized by your nakedness (or so you thought). "Yes. Now. I have to draw you in at least 3 poses."

Three?

You gulped. But, once more, pride creeps up. You can't just challenge him to draw you naked so boldly—only for you to back down now. You gathered yourself and sat on his bed which was only a few steps away.

"Go on. You can get comfortable," he encouraged.

So you did. You lied down on your side, propping your head up on your hand. The scene that had unfolded reminded you of that one Titanic scene: Rose sprawled out for Jack to draw.

Knowing that, the moment felt too intimate. But you sucked it up... even though there was an unwanted wetness forming at your core.

Shidou shifted in his seat again, lowering his paper on his lap. "Alright, keep that position," he said, a bit strained.

In this position, you couldn't look off to the side. Your only option for the next few minutes was the wall behind him or Shidou himself.

At some point, your eyes met. There was something in his eyes you've never seen before. It wasn't the usual focus he had; it was something else. Something more intense.

But the 2nd pose passes soon enough and you were down to your last.

"What should I do now?"

He sighed, looking over his current sketches. "Lemme think. I'm having a hard time getting the details right."

"Maybe it's because you're sitting so far away," you commented—not thinking about what it implied.

His eyes zeroed in on you again—caught by your words. You want him to come closer with you like that and him slowly losing his composure? You were playing a dangerous game and you had no idea yet.

Shidou finally stood up from his chair, walking over to the bed. You weren't sure if it was just your imagination, but he was hard. His length strained against his fitted pants. The sight had your mouth watering.

He sat down beside you, eyes never leaving yours. The atmosphere seemed charged with the way you two found yourselves slowly leaning into each other.

"You look great," he whispered. It was something he always said in these sessions. It was a rather simple compliment. But it held more weight now.

"Thanks," you meekly responded. Neither of you realized how fast he inched towards you. His lips were a breath away. You showed no signs of backing away, so he went in.

He pressed his lips on to yours. The kiss felt hungry—needy almost—like he was fighting off this urge for so long. Before you knew it, his weight pushed you down on the softness of his bed. His scent enveloped every sense, clouding your judgement.

Shidou pulled away, breathless. "Pose like this."

He sat upright, eyes raking over your body. This time, he didn't hide the way his gaze would linger on certain parts. His hands ran down your legs, admiring the softness of your skin.

Then, without warning, he pried your legs open. But you didn't stop him. His pink irises trailed down to your core, seeing how wet you've gotten. Shidou thought he was drooling.

"Fuck... I wish I could draw this."

You feel your chest tightening. "Why not?"

"And let everyone see this?" his fingers ghosted over the skin of your inner thigh. "No chance in hell. I want to be the only one to appreciate my muse."

He let his thumb swipe through your folds softly before pressing lightly into your clit, earning a mewl from you. He kept circling the sensitive nub as if in a trance.

"I know what I want the last pose to be," he says. You moan a little louder as he rubs your clit faster. "Want your last pose to be you all fucked out... think you can do that?"

Words got caught in your throat. But it hardly mattered. It didn't seem like he'd take 'no' for an answer anyway.

Things escalated quickly because you soon found his finger plunging in and out of your quivering hole. He made sure to curve it in a way—relentlessly hitting that gummy spot on your walls.

He added another finger, wanting to hear more of your breathless moans reverberating throughout his room. To hell with it if his neighbors heard. This was music—it was art in its purest form.

"Shit... might just cum in my pants from this." He almost did after you clenched down on his fingers, cumming for the first time today.

Even as you coat his digits with your essence, he keeps pushing his fingers in and out until the fluttering died down a bit. He pulled his sticky fingers out before having a taste, savoring every last bit.

He made quick work of his belt, pulling down his pants and letting his member out. Your eyes widened. Not only was his size impressive, but his tip was incredibly swollen and leaky—like he couldn't wait anymore.

Shidou exhaled deeply, feeling the chill of his room brush over the sensitive length. He locked eyes with you again. "Care to take care of me a bit? My hand hurts from all that drawing... and... well, you know what else."

Normally, you'd bite back at his teasing. But your mind was fuzzy. All you could do was wrap your fingers around his length, slowly tugging it at first. The pleasure he felt after being so hard for so long took the strength from him. He almost fell on top of you if it weren't for his thick arms supporting him from either side of you.

"C'mon... do it fucking faster," he ordered. You obeyed—jerking him off as fast as you can without hurting him. It wasn't long before his own hand wrapped around yours as he continued to fuck into your fist. Next thing you knew—hot ropes of cum painted your stomach.

Even he was in a daze as he observed a part of him stained you in such an intimate way. He slowly leaned in, his breath fanning your face. "Hey, can I paint you like this? You look even better with my cum all over you."

You let go of his semi-hard member, slowly tracing his muscles up until you cupped his cheek. Gently, you pulled him down for a searing kiss. It was more than enough for him to know that you too wanted more.

He became rougher—biting your lip and fighting your tongue for dominance. As you pulled away for air, Shidou moved quickly to straddle your upper body. He shamelessly took his cock and slapped it against your lips a couple of times.

"Gonna have to help me get hard again, sweets. Help me out, won't you?"

Though he didn't really give you time to respond as he invaded your mouth inch by inch. One hand held the headboard while the other supported your head. He rolled his hips slowly, gauging how much you can take in at a time.

But, clearly, he underestimated you when you gripped his hips and pulled him in yourself. You felt his cock spring back to life steadily. He pulled out his hardened shaft, letting you breathe. It was only now you realized the grin that crossed his face. He was enjoying this way too much.

He went back to hovering over you, his cock bouncing at every move he made. Your body was jelly at this point—not even a bit of resistance as he flipped you over so easily. He licked a long stripe from your lower back up until your nape. The fresh saliva combined with the chilly air made you shudder.

He carelessly lifted up your hips. With your cheek pressed into his pillows and your ass up in the air, he only got harder at the sight. He leaned down to be eye-to-eye with this so-called masterpiece, your cunt.

His nimble fingers toyed around with your soaked folds, chuckling to himself. "Man, I don't think I could ever capture something so damn beautiful."

He gave it a quick lick to test. "Well, unless you let me get familiar with her long enough." Another lick. "Maybe I can capture at least half of its beauty." Another lick. "Don't you think?"

A muffled sound was the only thing he got from you. "Yeah? You're gonna let me get to know her? As an artist, I'm overjoyed right now. Maybe I should show you."

And show he did.

He lapped up at your arousal, tongue licking long stripes each time. Your legs threatened to give out every time he flattened the pink muscle against your twitching hole. It didn't take long before he started darting in and out. Helpless groans filled his small dorm room.

Big calloused hands squeezed the flesh of your ass, making sure you stayed in place for him to enjoy. He was so messy... so so messy. Shidou suckled on your clit—really trying to coax another orgasm from you.

It didn't take much more for you to cum again, but this time all over his mouth. He happily took in everything, reaping the fruits of his labor.

He gave your ass one quick kiss as if to show his thanks. But he wasted no time lining up his painfully erect cock against your entrance. "Fuuuuck, I need to be inside you already or I'm actually going to explode," he muttered.

At first, it was just the tip. But it stretched you out so good already. The needy whine that escaped you was a testament to that. It only made him grip your hips tighter, surely leaving a mark for you to see tomorrow. Carefully, he pushed in more of his length, feeling every bump of your pussy engulf him.

"Shit. This is the stuff."

But he got impatient, shoving in the rest of his length without warning. It was so tight, so warm—too inviting for him to handle. His hands left your hips, opting to find support on the mattress instead. His thick arms caged you as his chest pressed against your back.

He continued to whisper the filthiest things in your ear, kissing your neck occasionally. But for as slow and sensual his voice may seem, his hips snapped with reckless abandon. He wasn't shy about giving you your third and, maybe, fourth orgasm of the day while chasing his own.

"You finally understand why I didn't want to ask you?"

"Yeah... I knew I was gonna end up fucking you real hard."

"But this is so much better than what I imagined."

His words brought you over the edge, cumming again. But the overstimulation rendered you thoughtless. The only thing on your mind was how good he was dicking you down.

"Fuck... Ryu!" you screamed. His grin only grew wider.

"That's it. Scream my fucking name. Let them hear it."

Your wanton moans encouraged him to go faster, mercilessly pistoning into you. It wouldn't be a surprise if you came another time on his cock.

Shidou harshly grabbed your tit, hoisting both of you up into a sitting position. This way, his cock reached even deeper into you. He kneaded your neglected breast while keeping you steady by the waist.

He showed no signs of slowing—even reaching down to play with your clit. A tear was rolling down your face from how sensitive he made you. But he quickly licked the salty tear off of the curve of your cheek.

He whispered softly, "Cum with me."

Just like the obedient muse that you were, you did. You clamped down on him as he shot rope after rope of gooey seed into you. Finally, he slowed down a bit, letting him empty himself in your pulsing cunt.

As you calmed down and he softened, he gently laid you back down on the soft mattress of his bed. He watched as his cum oozed out of you, smirking to himself.

"My best piece of work yet."

©miyukisu do not repost/reupload/translate any of my works on other platforms

╰ author's note WHAT THE FUCK DID I WRITE DAWG I WAS SO ON EDGE THE WHOLE TIME HELP WHY IS IT SO FILTHY

[miyukisu]

network tag: @pixelcafe-network

[miyukisu]

Between Me and You .ᐟ

❤︎ | While your other friends are enjoying themselves on your little camping trip, you and Kaiser were secretly fucking around (3k wc) ╰ feat. michael kaiser (bllk) x afab! reader

kinktober entry no. 6 | kinktober masterlist

tags - exhibitionism, car fun, fingering, hand jobs, kaiser is a bit desperate, camping trip, p in v, breeding, p*rn with plot, profanity, kaiser and reader banter a bit, friends/enemies-ish to lovers

minors do not interact

"Can you stop fucking moving for a second?"

A tone of annoyance filled his voice as he gripped your waist, effectively keeping you in place.

You two found yourselves in a rather interesting position—at the back of your friend's car with nothing else but the equipment you guys brought for the camping trip. You and Kaiser just pulled the short end of the stick hence why the others were enjoying a little bit of space in the cramped car, while you two had none at all.

"Move one more time and I swear to God—"

"What? You'll get harder?" you tease.

Kaiser clicked his tongue. He was already regretting this trip. The first half of the journey was rather peaceful as he probably fell asleep. And maybe it was because he wasn't conscious to keep his "thing" in control—combined with the fact that you had been rubbing against him this entire time—but it wasn't surprising that he was slowly getting hard.

You thought it would be funny to mess with him; you two had that kind of odd relationship anyway. So you rolled your ass against him, pretending that the road was bumpier than it actually is... until he woke up and became aware of the situation.

"I'm not hard," he denies. But the stiff feeling poking at you from behind told you otherwise.

You simply grinded your hips against him again in response—earning a low groan from him.

"Ya alright back there, man?" one of your friends asks, looking in the rear view mirror.

Kaiser breathes in. "Yeah, one of the tent poles just kept poking me and it hurt."

"Something's poking me too," you add, but Kaiser quickly pinches the side of your waist to stop your mischief.

Your friend laughs, completely unaware of what you two were doing at the back of his car. "My bad. Y'all just try your best to get comfortable, a'ight? We got about another hour on the road."

A whole entire hour.

You could either torture yourself by dwelling on the fact that your position was uncomfortable or... you could have fun. But it seems like Kaiser had the same idea as he slowly lifted up the skirt of your sundress. Your eyes widened, fully knowing that the tides have now turned against you.

"Let's see if you like it," he whispers in your ear. His breath felt warm, contrasting the chilly air of the airconditioned vehicle.

The panties you wore today matched the color of your sundress, except he can't really see it with you sitting on his lap like that. Though it hardly mattered. It was coming off later anyway.

He swiped a finger along your core, noticing how damp it had gotten. Kaiser elicits a low chuckle, whispering in your ear again, "Look at how wet you got from grinding on me. Slut."

There was no comeback; how could you deny that? Especially as he presses his thumb on your clit, rubbing it slowly. You were about to moan and fall back against his chest, but his other hand stopped you.

"Hey, remember he can see us through the mirror, right? I'd suggest you behave unless you want them to see you whoring yourself out for me."

You swallowed back your wanton moans. The fact that he had his hand on your pussy so shamelessly was embarrassing enough; you didn't need for the others to find that out too.

But for as embarrassing as it is, you made no effort to swat his hand away. In fact, you let him go on. You let him rub your sensitive clit faster. And you let him hook a finger in the gusset, pulling the fabric out of the way.

He swiped his finger again and it had him snickering. Kaiser pressed a kiss on your shoulder blade as way to show his amusement. "Holy shit. You're dripping for me."

This time, it was you clicking your tongue at him. But again, you were at a loss for words. You were too focused on the way he played with your pussy and his dick that seemed to be getting even harder. It was impossible to ignore how it pressed against the flesh of your ass.

"What? Got nothing to say now? Where did all your attitude go—"

Turning to face him slightly, you pleaded. "Just take responsibility for it... please?"

You swore you felt his dick twitch through his sweats. Kaiser gulped down, not expecting for that kind of response. He wanted you to fight back—be your usual feisty self. What was he to do now?

"Say it again," he whispered lowly.

"Kaiser... please?" you obeyed.

He hated how easily he gave in as well. All he needed was your honeyed pleas and he was sold.

Kaiser clicked his tongue, knowingly facing a predicament. On one hand, he wanted to listen to his lust infested brain. But it was dangerous. He was about to finger fuck you in a car filled with your dearest friends after all.

His free hand held you by the arm. "Be quiet... or else."

You gulped. It was going to be a difficult task, but you'd rather keep your mouth shut than get no relief at all. He slowly slid one finger in as if to test the waters.

As he expected, it was warm and tight. It made his mind race with all sorts of lewd images. He silently cursed himself, knowing that he was in no position to give himself the same kind of relief.

Perhaps, seeing you enjoy yourself on his fingers would get him off... for now at least.

Though his mind was preoccupied on what could and couldn't be—he absentmindedly pushed in two fingers without warning. The way his thumb resumed to rubbing circles on your clit while he pistoned his fingers out of you felt too practiced—like he had done this thing plenty of times in the past.

He skillfully and precisely brought you to orgasm—all the while you were fighting for your life to keep your sounds at bay. Hell, you were sure that you were biting down on your lips hard enough to make it bleed.

Kaiser let you ride out your high, still pushing his fingers in and out… slowly. A breathy rasp leaves his lips as he throws his head back against the seat. To some extent, part of him felt liberated too.

A boundary was crossed—one that you two teetered on for what felt like months. His dick was aching, yes, but a different kind of warmth filled him.

Hope? He wanted to call it that, but it felt pathetic somehow. Kaiser felt a bit stupid—thinking too hard about something else while you’re right here, sitting on his lap all fucked out.

“Enjoyed yourself?” He whispered to you once more.

“Shut up, ass hat.”

He chuckles. “That’s what I get? After fing—“

“Shut the fuck up. I’m serious,” you sneer.

And he did; awkward silence enveloped the two of you as you sat uncomfortably—Kaiser still with his hard on and you with your ruined underwear. All you wanted at this point was to get out of the fucking car.

────────────

“Hey, so uh, where did Kaiser go?”

Your friends seemed to look in your direction, thinking that you of all people should know the whereabouts of the man whose lap you sat on for quite some time. However, you didn’t bother sparing them a glance as you continued to help set up camp.

“How would I know?”

Your friends looked amongst each other, slightly unconvinced by your cluelessness. But they shrugged it off—thankfully. Everyone resumed to their designated camp duties and not long after, Kaiser returned from his so-called bathroom break. Though you had a hunch on what that truly meant.

It was normal for the most part—everything went as you had envisioned it… except for the little fact that Kaiser would be avoiding you.

Here you thought that after your little stunt in the car, he’d be even more forward with you. But it seems to have an opposite effect. Every time your eyes would meet, he’d look away. You didn’t even dare talk to him because you knew he’d gloss over you.

But the fact of the matter was that—Michael Kaiser was too overwhelmed by the sudden shift in your relationship. He was trying his fucking best to keep himself in control. Otherwise, there may be consequences…

Consequences which you will soon know of.

────────────

You think the world likes to play tricks on you because why do you have to sleep in the same tent as him when there were 2? And why oh why did you have to sleep beside him? There were 4 of you inside the tent—but still—you found yourself on the same inflatable mattress, under the same blanket. Because of course, the damn thing only fit for two people.

Your friends thought it was alright considering you two have already broken the barrier of physical touch; they just didn’t know how far that REALLY meant.

As best as you tried to sleep, you felt intense eyes boring into the back of your head. You silently cursed him for not following the unspoken rule of sleeping back to back. This was just impossible.

You turned around to face him, pulling more of the blanket towards you. Your eyes were met with his. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Me?”

“Yes, you. What the fuck’s going on with you?”

He stared blankly at you, lips pressed in a straight line. “Nothing.”

“Cut the bullshit. You’ve been avoiding me the entire time we were here after you… you…”

“After I made you cum in the car?”

The audacity of this man caused you to kick his shin. He had to bite back a pained groan to not wake up the others.

“Was that fucking necessary?” He asked. But his question was met with silence; he took it as a hard resounding yes.

A frustrated sigh spilled from his lips. "Fine. I was avoiding you because... I know I won't be able to control myself around you."

You raise your eyebrow in response, unsure of what he meant exactly. He couldn't help but pinch the bridge of his nose to express his exasperation.

"I was this close," he says while pinching his pointer and thumb together as if to show he was holding something miniscule between the pads of his fingers. "I was this close to fucking you in the car."

Your eyes widened in disbelief. This whole time you thought he had regretted his previous actions back in the car, but you had it totally backwards. It was your turn to sigh.

"You could've just told me," you countered.

"That I wanted to fuck?"

"Yeah."

...

"I wanna fuck then," he says so matter-of-factly. It was almost comical to you that it made you chuckle softly.

"What's so funny, assh—"

You cut him off by pulling him into a soft but passionate kiss. Your palm cupped his cheek and your fingers wove themselves into his silky blonde hair.

He was a good kisser—that much was to be expected. It didn't take long for him to reciprocate and then some, pulling your leg to drape over his hips.

Kaiser wanted—no, needed—you to be closer to him. He had to feel your heat, your presence, your everything.

It was almost animalistic how he tried to devour your lips. It was desperate—like a call for help. Now, you were a hundred percent sure about what he had been doing earlier when he left the group.

You pulled away, breathless. If not for the concept of breathing, you would have gone at it until morning. His bright blue eyes stared into yours.

Kaiser was eerily silent, but mostly because he didn't want to get caught doing something dirty with you in the tent. He let his actions speak for himself—his hand lowering to grope the flesh of your ass.

He squeezed it harshly and without restraint; he was way past that. But he decided that it wasn't enough.

He slowly cupped your pussy with his slender fingers. Surely, he was more excited than you were.

"We can't..." your voice trails off—partially due to disappointment, but mostly because he began rubbing your clit again.

"Why not?"

"What? Are you not aware of the two other people sleeping in here?"

"The fuck do we do then?"

But it would seem that he had no plans of letting you speak. Somehow, his fingers found their way in—past your cotton shorts and past the sorry excuse for panties that you wore.

He had been there earlier, so he wasted no time plunging his fingers as if they belonged there. The slight squelching sound made your stomach knot in fear; you could only hope that your friends were sleeping deeply enough.

"What do we do, pretty?" he asked again, though softer.

But his tone betrayed his actions. He stared at you like he wasn't doing anything dirty to you under that blanket.

"I... we... we can't"

Kaiser hummed. "We can't huh?" But he continues to bully his fingers into you and it made your head spin. Words had failed you at this point, so you held on to his arm—failing miserably at stopping him. But you both knew that you wouldn't want him to stop anyway.

The impending climax clouded your judgement. Part of you felt oddly fine if your friends did end up waking and catching you in the act.

The fear had morphed into forbidden excitement.

But it was too soon as he pulled his hand out, leaving you high and dry.

"You think you can get to cum again after being so selfish in the car?"

He tried his best to remain firm, but the muffled whines you let out slowly chipped at his resolve.

"Nuh uh. You gotta be fair," he argued.

At the very least, you were easy to talk to. You pushed him to lie on his back as you propped yourself up on your shoulder. Your palm caressed his body before sliding down to his aching cock. Finally free from its confines, Kaiser let out a strained sigh of relief.

The blanket was a useless barrier; it barely hid his hard length and the motions of your hand.

You chose to go at a painfully slow pace—it made his head spin. But it was so much better than using his own hand that he found it hard to complain at all.

"Fuckkkk," he drawled out.

His face of pleasure was mesmerizing—eyes glued shut with his jaw hanging loosely. It motivated you... somehow. Speeding up the pace, you eventually brought him to orgasm. His body flinched, but he tried to stop himself—not wanting to show how badly you affected him.

You kept his cock in your hand, amazed that it was still hard even after cumming once. "Shit... how are you still hard?"

"Been thinking about this shit all day... How can I not be?"

His honest words sent a jolt to your core. You thought it was impossible to get even wetter. But he managed to do the impossible.

"Fuck—just turn around, will you?"

He asked, but it sounded more like a command. Kaiser got on to his side once more and guided you to do the same so that your back was against his chest. His warm breath fanned the skin of your neck.

His heart was thumping so hard that you could feel it reverberate in your own body.

"Hold your leg up," he commanded again. And you obeyed like the good girl that you are for him.

Kaiser deftly pushed the fabric that was in his way, lining up his cock against your entrance. He pushed only the tip in, but that alone was tantalizing.

You could hear the way his breath hitched. His hand replaced yours as he held up your leg himself. His long fingers dug into the flesh of your thigh, keeping it high enough so he can fuck into you better.

Slowly, he rolled his hips—getting at least half of his length in. You almost let a moan slip out, but you were cautious enough to slap your hand over your mouth.

Checking to see if they're still asleep, Kaiser figured it was safe enough to sheath himself completely inside you. And he swore it was heaven.

Even he wanted to moan. But the prospect of being discovered and stopped abruptly prevented him from making any sound at all. He wanted this. He wanted it badly. Nothing's going to stop it now.

He languidly rolled his hips back and forth—fucking into you without another thought. His cock stretched you out in a way you've never felt before. But it was good... way too good.

It was a crime not to be a moaning mess right now. The slow and precise thrusts turned into frenzied fucking—like this was going to be the first and last time he'd be able to feel your pussy around his cock.

"Shit... this is way too good. I could get addicted," he whispered. "Gonna make me cum twice in one night."

Although you wanted to respond, it was impossible without moaning like a bitch in heat and getting you two caught. The best you could do was to clench around him.

Kaiser bit into your shoulder, suppressing his own grunts. You felt his grip on your thigh tighten substantially.

"Fuuuuck... can I cum inside? Can I?"

He shuddered. "Please? Shit... I won't last longer."

Your mind was swirling—not a single coherent thought could be formed other than a single word.

"Yes."

You whispered it—over and over again into the dead air. And as if on cue, his hips jerked up, fully shoving himself into your deepest parts and shooting hot ropes of cum.

He filled you up nicely—just as how he had been imagining in the car. Though, his daydreams paled in comparison to the real thing.

Again, he let you ride out your orgasm, not pulling out just yet.

"Hey... wanna see how many more rounds we can do before they wake up?"

©miyukisu do not repost/reupload/translate any of my works on other platforms

╰ author's note I cannot write exhibitionism that well

[miyukisu]

Wow this has 2k notes now

[miyukisu]

You said it was going to be the innocent kind of shower time...

He was tired, so when you asked to join him in the shower, he thought you were offering to lather him up and rinse him—a gesture of kindness so to speak. But he soon finds out how oh so wrong he was.

It would have been fine except for the fact that you were lathering soap on him with your body instead of the bar of soap right in front of you. It was on purpose; the way you transferred the suds on your body to his.

A scowl slowly formed on his face. You were testing his patience right now and it didn't help that you spoke in a lilted tone as if to taunt him.

One moment you were scrubbing his back and now you were face to face with him—his eyes burning into your face. The warm water cascaded down his muscular back as he shielded you from it, an arm caging you against the wall.

"You're lucky I still have energy to spare," he says in a subdued tone. But even as he tries to be stern, a trace of a smile lingers on your face.

All according to plan.

Geto Suguru, Toji Fushiguro, Nanami Kento, Shiu Kong, Hiromi Higuruma, Sae Itoshi, Barou Shoei, Karasu Tabito, Hoshina Soshiro, Iwaizumi Hajime, Suna Rintarou, Kuroo Tetsurou, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Giyuu Tomioka, Miyuki Kazuya + any of your luvs

a/n - I'm so busy that I can only post drabbles just to let the demons in my head quiet down a bit...

©miyukisu do not repost/reupload/translate any of my works on other platforms