#imasusa

[latyabsx-art]

when you’re trying to study but your boyfriend wants to cuddle

[knbrarepairs]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary:

“Normal people would ask, ‘Oh, Susa, does your back hurt?’ you know,” Susa says, voice muffled by the sheets under his mouth.

Imayoshi laughs, low and soft. “Well. I reckon you might not have owned up to it.”

[le-amewzing]

Another stupid comic drawn last year when I was working on the height difference series. Ship the Imasusa with me~  ͡(° ͜ʖ ͡°) Also, reads right to left! *Set after Imayoshi & Susa retire from the team.

Materials: Prismacolor illustration pens (various sizes in black), Copic multiliner (0.05 in wine), Copic markers, Prismacolor markers, white Milky pen, Paper Mate Flair pens, and Marvy Le Pen pens.

Zoomed panels for easier reading. Enjoy! -w-

what is a cityscape what are crowds drawn vaguely in markers also aomine has no lines lol

EDIT: This pic is now on my pillowfort! :3

[le-amewzing]

HELLS YEAH, IMASUSA. 8D Sorry, had to clear my throat... ;] I was chatting with a pal recently about how small this ship is and we were like, "This ship is so obvious, tho." ヽ(ｏ`皿′ｏ)ﾉ

Materials: Prismacolor illustration pens (various sizes in black), Copic markers, white Milky pen, and Paper Mate Flair pens.

Their ties were fun to draw. ;D

EDIT: This pic is now on my pillowfort! :3

[stephanericherthanyou]

Airplane (ImaSusa, 175, T)

Imayoshi’s like an airplane, spread out on the bed with his arms draped one over Susa and one over the side. He hums softly in his sleep like the constant whir of the engine in the cabin, and he’s dangerous, too—he lulls Susa into a false sense of security sometimes even now. Even when he appears to be sleeping right now, he could easily lift his head up and scare the shit out of Susa—he’s done it many times before. He’s turbulent but graceful; he’s impossible. But Imayoshi’s like flying in general, too—where is he going with this? Susa sighs and flops back down. He shouldn’t try and think about things like this late at night; he loses track of where he’s going and what he started thinking about and ends up staying up all night wondering about unimportant nuances. He snuggles closer to Imayoshi, lets his hand fall onto the small of Imayoshi’s back and closes his eyes. He might be imagining it, but he hears Imayoshi laugh quietly—damn it.

[suevanhelsing]

Oh Dear

My Babies have their special Anniversary

That’s so great they finally can celebrate together

Happy ImaSusa, KasaKi and HyuuKiyu Day

<3

[stephanericherthanyou]

Ne ne, my friend really ships ImaSusa, I think SusaIma is more amusing~ Would you settle our debate, ImaSusa/SusaIma on a cruise dominance pouding down like the sea rain ;}

well as i’m partial to susaima myself…(there seemed like something off about their dynamic in this but i can’t quite place my finger on what)

The first day of their honeymoon cruise, it storms. The rain patters somewhat pleasantly on the porthole until it starts pelting and becoming tedious and neither of them can sleep. They don’t want to go anywhere in the ship; they hear constant footsteps outside and neither of them wants to socialize with these people.

Susa kisses Imayoshi, and Imayoshi will forgive his morning breath and unshaven chin because he looks cute when he’s bleary-eyed and has morning wood so it’ll be okay if they do something now. Besides, it might tire them out enough to get to sleep. Susa’s lips move down Imayoshi’s neck and trail over one of his arms, sucking and licking ad biting. It feels wonderful, the tender attentiveness, the absolute devotion Susa is showing. Imayoshi sighs and leans back.

Susa fingers his hole and then loosens him up, thrusting his fingers in and out, and it’s quite pleasurable. Imayoshi groans and arches his back several times.

Bless Susa for preparing lube and a condom when Imayoshi wasn’t paying attention, His dick slides in easy and he begins to thrust. Susa always fills him so good; Imayoshi leans forward for a kiss. Susa’s fingers around his cock are a sensory overload, thick and going in all directions at once at multiple rhythms. They both come almost simultaneously.

Imayoshi sighs and puts his pajamas back on. The sound of the rain is slower, but it’s still annoying.

“I’m topping next time, Yoshinori,” he says.

“Mm,” says Susa. He’s already half asleep. He looks happy, though, so Imayoshi can deal with it.

*

Imayoshi gets his chance that afternoon, with the rain coming down harder.

“I’m topping this time,” he informs Susa. “I reckon it’d be fun.”

Susa raises an eyebrow but says nothing.

“I knew you’d understand, Yoshinori,” says Imayoshi.

They go at it normally, touching and kissing each other, until Imayoshi starts fingering Susa. He’s quite adept with his fingers; he knows it already, but they don’t reach in quite far enough to do what Susa was doing to him. Susa is more focused on the making out part than on the Imayoshi’s fingers inside him part. Imayoshi pulls back and sighs. The condom and lube are easy; he slides into Susa fairly readily. He thrusts his hips and it feels pretty good, but it’s nothing like the waves of pleasure Imayoshi gets when Susa pounds into him. Imayoshi tries going harder and faster, but Susa still doesn’t seem anywhere near his climax (Imayoshi feels pretty far from his own). Susa grabs his own cock and starts jerking himself off, and Imayoshi’s hand soon joins his. They both come, eventually.

They’re more tired after this time, probably because it’s later and it took longer.

“You know, it would probably be better if you topped next time,” says Imayoshi.

“I know,” says Susa.

Imayoshi flicks his ear.

[stephanericherthanyou]

Ice (SusaIma, 363, PG)

Of course Shouichi’s good at ice skating. Why wouldn’t he be? He’s an athlete, for starters, and he’s always had great balance. He understands thing well, too, picks up on the subtleties that no one else looks for, and he’s a quick learner. So of course he can skate circles around Yoshinori, and he does it with that typical malicious glee on his face. Yoshinori’s not a bad skater per se, but he’s not all that good, either. He’s decent, but rather slow, and he can’t go backwards or make super crazy manipulations. It would be nice if Shouichi would just pretend to suck for a while so that Yoshinori could pull him along romantically, but…for some reason he won’t.

Yoshinori leans on the side of the ice rink. A mother moves past with her young son, both of them wobbling but managing to make their way around the place. Yoshinori’s left ankle is already aching, and he bends down to rub it and scowls. He’s standing back up when a spray of miniature ice flakes hits him in the face. Shouichi grins at him, arms crossed, weight shifting from one leg to the other. “Tired?”

He grabs Yoshinori’s hands in his and starts to pull him along, skating gently backwards. Yoshinori resolves to not tell him when he’s about to run into someone, even if it means (and it certainly will, knowing Shouichi) that he’ll get pulled down, too. Shouichi starts to go faster, and even though Yoshinori’s probably not in any real danger he struggles to keep from panicking. They’ve been going around in a circle, but Shouichi decides to keep on going straight, though the path is relatively unobstructed. The wall grows nearer; Yoshinori says nothing.

Shouichi crashes against the wall and the momentum presses Yoshinori’s body up against his, and when he starts to move backward and almost fall, Shouichi catches him, stops him from going any further than he is, which as of now is about five centimeters away from Shouichi.

Their mouths meet, and then Shouichi comes off the wall, meeting his body with Yoshinori’s again, and this is better than skating around the ice any day.