mikiruie

[mikiruie]

hey so like, maybe don’t follow me if you have in your account that you’re explicitly 17 and both write and interact with nsfw and dark content !!!

[mikiruie]

tabieitaken series incoming whenever i can shit out a masterlist fast enough

[mikiruie]

SHOUJO STYLE ART COMMISSIONS!

(OPEN — 3/3)

hello! i am (finally) opening art comms!! this is my first round so i will only be taking a limited number of slots + prices may change after this batch! if you can’t commission me then sharing / reblogging this post is always greatly appreciated , thank you for your support!! 💕

please contact me via discord (nyajiros) so we can discuss the commission process and i can send updates! 🌸

LINEART (NO COLOUR)

headshot: $15

bust up: $20

half body: $25

MANGA SCREENTONE (B&W)

headshot: $20

bust: $25

half body: $30

FULL COLOUR + RENDERED

headshot: $40

bust: $45

half body: $55

TOS / ADD ONS

WILL DRAW: canon, oc, selfship/yumeship/oc x canon, sfw, animanga + hoyoverse

WILL NOT DRAW: nsfw, mecha, furries (kemonomimi is okay!), canon x canon

all prices are in USD and are base prices !

all prices above are for one character, additional character is 80% of the base price !

i request 50% payment after the sketch is finalized and 50% after the commission is completed! refunds are not accepted after the sketch is finalized!

payment is via kofi, kofi will be sent in discord dms !

i have the right to refuse a commission for any reason.

wait time is between 2-3 weeks after i start working on it, if there is a delay i will let you know in advance!

if requesting both manga screentone + coloured render, it will be $10 extra (includes both!)

fee for a background, character or commission complexity may apply, we can discuss that together! same applies to poses, references, extra details etc !

default aspect ratio of the commission is 2048 x 1423, landscape / portrait mode! other aspect ratios can be discussed !!

commissioned artwork is for personal use only!

mutuals can join a wait list for my commissions, please dm me on discord to be added !!

thank you for reading , i hope to deliver my best work for you ^_^ 💗

ADDITIONAL EXAMPLES OF MY WORK!

more examples of my art can be asked for in dms! 💕

[mikiruie]

does anyone want a jin kiyora fic or does he have like 2 fans

[mikiruie]

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ: 50 Cent - Candy Shop

1:35 ───ㅇ───── 3:27

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

↳ ❝ greetings and welcome to the candy shop, stranger! how may i help you? ❞

hello hello, cottonballs! so in honor of my birthday coming up along with almost gaining 500 followers, i've decided to do a small event to celebrate!

↳ ❝ but before you browse, i have some rules to establish here in my shop. allow me to explain them to you. ❞

1. be sure to look through my rules and understand my dos and don'ts and what fandoms i'm in! if you're unsure, do ask! and yes i will do the underrated "nobody talks about them" characters, gods know i have too many faves like that lmfao.

2. pick a sweet and hop in my inbox about what your order will be and with what character it'll be!

3. feel free to elaborate if you have something specific in mind, especially with one-two word or "/" prompts.

4. up to 16 requests will be chosen! they'll be chosen as a countdown to my bday.

annnnd... that's all! just be good people but hey, i trust y'all lmfao.

↳ ❝ enjoy our selection! we have many options to choose from. ❞

cotton candy - slice of life

gummy bears - soft

lollipops - "you're blushing"

jellybeans - late night call

mint - fake dating

chocolate - soulmates

rock candy - meet cute/meet ugly

jawbreakers - divorce au

fun dip - pining

pixie sticks - love triangle

skittles - forbidden love

m&m's - arranged marriage

gumdrops - family au

truffles - amnesia

caramel - barista au

marshmallows - accidental "i love you"

nerds - long distance/pen pals

twix - lazy day off

starburst - trying to forget about them

airheads - oblivious

[mikiruie]

your themes make me sick to my stomach you need to be NERFED IMMEDIATELY

whatever happened to hi hello how are you

[mikiruie]

reminder !! please age in bio before following or interacting:((

[mikiruie]

familiarity breeds contempt.

── YO HIORI ﹕ 氷織 羊 ┊͙ BLUE LOCK ✩

  ❤︎   fem!reader. smut — mdni. divorce!au. petnames ( sweetheart, gorgeous, darling, angel ). ex-husband!hiori. fingering + clit play. mentions of a daughter you have together. hiori’s a tease and you hate it. word count 1279 .𖥔 ݁ ˖ masterlist

“You are so fucking annoying, y’know that right?”

From between your legs, Hiori looks up at you. Calloused palms caress the smooth skin of your bare thighs— and there’s a glint in his eyes, something mischievous brewing in those pale blue irises when your words reach his ears.

He merely shrugs.

The sheets rustle between your bodies, and he pulls down your worn out old panties by the waistband, fingers slotting between your skin and the stretchy elastic. It feels sticky with arousal when he finally tosses them aside elsewhere in your room, and you shiver from the cold air hitting your exposed skin even while covered by a thin cotton blanket.

“So I��ve been told maybe once or twice.”

You would know— because those words came from your own mouth.

Small whines manage to rip their way out from the back of your throat as his head sinks down further. Hiori watches as your glistening pussy pulses around nothing in anticipation, eagerly waiting to be satisfied by his fingers as they ghost over the hood of your clit and you flinch— pushing yourself up against the headboard of your bed and scurrying away from his touch like a timid mouse with its tail between its legs.

There’s something unsettling in the way that Yo Hiori likes to toy and play with you, both in bed and in daily life as he chases after your bashful self, propping himself up on his elbows and dragging you closer to him by your thighs.

His tongue swipes across his lip with a knowing smile, revealing his canines as he wets his appetite with the sight of your frightful self. “Where do ya think you’re going, sweetheart?”

You huff at the sweet term of endearment, even though it comes from a man who is anything but. And while the pet name still manages to turn your brain all fuzzy and cause your thighs to clench together when he says it with a drawn out drawl, it’s still a clear violation of the guidelines set precisely before these happenings began taking place.

“I told you no pet names, Yo. How many times do I have to say it?”

He clicks his tongue against the porcelain of his teeth at your commands. “Ah, you’re no fun anymore angel,” he sighs, cheek resting against your thigh again. “We’re not gonna be able ta do anything if you’re gonna be a stick in the mud about all this.”

“We’re not even together anymore,” you rapid fire back without hesitation, poison laced between each word. “You don’t get to call me that.”

“So what?” He gleams, “Ya got a boyfriend who can call you that now or what?”

“N-no . . .” The words die out in your throat faster than you can think, and the look of embarrassment blooms all across your face. “Not exactly . . .”

“Then there’s nothing you can do ta stop me,” he hums, satisfied as he settles himself back between your legs comfortably, spreading them open to your awaiting pussy. It’s a sight to behold, dripping with arousal as he dips a finger inside tentatively, ignoring the yelp and subsequent thrashing from you as he inserts it further.

“Look at that,” he coos, voice barely above a whisper as he pumps his finger slowly, feeling your pussy clench down on every side as your whines reach higher pitches. “She’s practically droolin’ for me, angel.”

“Could you stop looking down there?” All prudish and flustered, Hiori looks back up at you, who now wears a pout on your face. Your eyebrows cinched and nose all wrinkled, even after having a whole kid with him you’re still no less embarrassed than the day you two first had sex together— still pointlessly trying to cross your legs so he can’t see too much of you and attempting to hold back your moans in an effort to avoid his teasing.

“Just get it over with.”

“Relax,” he muses, a smug smirk growing on his face causing you to flush and push your face into the pillows— this bastard. “It’s not like we haven’t done this before.”

Baby blue hair, soft and silky, and still smelling like your old shampoo nestles against your thighs when he spreads your legs open further, hot breath so close to your bare cunt like flames licking your core that you feel your head spin dizzy with want, you breathe out a softly panted—

“Because we don’t do this anymore.”

Hiori doesn’t respond to that. It doesn’t need an answer anyways.

A hiss slips through your teeth when he lifts the hood of your clit up gently, a quiet “fuck you,” through bated breathes that makes him grin when he teases your clit with one finger, lubed with his own spit as he rubs small circles into the twitching bundle of nerves.

The air is hot between you, despite the fan above that spins with a dull whirr. Stringy webs of arousal coat Hiori’s thumb, glistening in the lowlight as the throbbing in your stomach climbs further into a slew of dread and excitement.

Hiori’s gaze is fixed, lidded and focused only on your twitching thighs and the reactions you give him. One hand holds your waist securely while the other works your body with coldly calculated expertise. His speed is slow, agonizingly slow on purpose. He knows that you hate being edged like this.

Peeking through cyan locs, his eyes meet yours with a gaze akin to that of a predator. Like a bull seeing red, your chest feels taut with irritation at the challenge that swirls in those deceptively innocent eyes of his.

It would be so easy to grind down on his thumb like this, to use him for your own sexual pleasure freely just as you did way back when— but those days are long gone, and you can’t stand the thought of giving into him.

You hate submitting to his whims whenever he comes over, always with some innocuous excuse that somehow ends in him convincing you to let him back into your bed sheets every weekend after you drop your daughter off at her friend’s house on Friday night.

This song and dance is tiring, excruciating even— but your body longs for his touch like no other.

Hiori takes one look at your twisted face and can easily tell the surge of thoughts that are racing through your mind right now. It doesn’t take a genius— just your ex-husband of five years who knows you like the back of his hand.

“Don’t hold back,” he whispers, and a slew of curses intermixed with haggered moans of his name fall from your lips as he quickens his pace, head thrown back into the pillows, eyes squeezing shut from the intensity.

“Think you’re close, gorgeous?”

Hiori stifles a chuckle at the sight of tears pricking the ends of your eyes, the rapid rising and falling of your chest as your whines echo throughout the bedroom. “You’re so good ta me darling, and so pretty when I’ve got ya like this.”

A choked out moan involuntarily slips from your lips at his praise, and Hiori can’t stop the wicked grin that spreads across his face faster than wildfire.

No amount of years spent apart could ever erase the effects that Yo Hiori has on you.

With your body shaking and spasming— practically begging for the sweet release of your mounting orgasm— Hiori’s head dips down between your legs again, pressing a wet kiss to your clit with the command you’ve been longing to hear ever since this long night started.

“You’re gonna be good now and cum for me, isn’t that right sweetheart?”

reblogs ++ comments are greatly appreciated !! ꒰ ˆ ᗜ ˆ ˶ ꒱

© property of mikiruie 2025. all rights reserved.

taglist (open) @inloveinsickness @youdontneedtoknowlol

[mikiruie]

familiarity breeds contempt.

── YO HIORI ﹕ 氷織 羊 ┊͙ BLUE LOCK ✩

  ❤︎   fem!reader. smut — mdni. divorce!au. petnames ( sweetheart, gorgeous, darling, angel ). ex-husband!hiori. fingering + clit play. mentions of a daughter you have together. hiori’s a tease and you hate it. word count 1279 .𖥔 ݁ ˖ masterlist

“You are so fucking annoying, y’know that right?”

From between your legs, Hiori looks up at you. Calloused palms caress the smooth skin of your bare thighs— and there’s a glint in his eyes, something mischievous brewing in those pale blue irises when your words reach his ears.

He merely shrugs.

The sheets rustle between your bodies, and he pulls down your worn out old panties by the waistband, fingers slotting between your skin and the stretchy elastic. It feels sticky with arousal when he finally tosses them aside elsewhere in your room, and you shiver from the cold air hitting your exposed skin even while covered by a thin cotton blanket.

“So I’ve been told maybe once or twice.”

You would know— because those words came from your own mouth.

Small whines manage to rip their way out from the back of your throat as his head sinks down further. Hiori watches as your glistening pussy pulses around nothing in anticipation, eagerly waiting to be satisfied by his fingers as they ghost over the hood of your clit and you flinch— pushing yourself up against the headboard of your bed and scurrying away from his touch like a timid mouse with its tail between its legs.

There’s something unsettling in the way that Yo Hiori likes to toy and play with you, both in bed and in daily life as he chases after your bashful self, propping himself up on his elbows and dragging you closer to him by your thighs.

His tongue swipes across his lip with a knowing smile, revealing his canines as he wets his appetite with the sight of your frightful self. “Where do ya think you’re going, sweetheart?”

You huff at the sweet term of endearment, even though it comes from a man who is anything but. And while the pet name still manages to turn your brain all fuzzy and cause your thighs to clench together when he says it with a drawn out drawl, it’s still a clear violation of the guidelines set precisely before these happenings began taking place.

“I told you no pet names, Yo. How many times do I have to say it?”

He clicks his tongue against the porcelain of his teeth at your commands. “Ah, you’re no fun anymore angel,” he sighs, cheek resting against your thigh again. “We’re not gonna be able ta do anything if you’re gonna be a stick in the mud about all this.”

“We’re not even together anymore,” you rapid fire back without hesitation, poison laced between each word. “You don’t get to call me that.”

“So what?” He gleams, “Ya got a boyfriend who can call you that now or what?”

“N-no . . .” The words die out in your throat faster than you can think, and the look of embarrassment blooms all across your face. “Not exactly . . .”

“Then there’s nothing you can do ta stop me,” he hums, satisfied as he settles himself back between your legs comfortably, spreading them open to your awaiting pussy. It’s a sight to behold, dripping with arousal as he dips a finger inside tentatively, ignoring the yelp and subsequent thrashing from you as he inserts it further.

“Look at that,” he coos, voice barely above a whisper as he pumps his finger slowly, feeling your pussy clench down on every side as your whines reach higher pitches. “She’s practically droolin’ for me, angel.”

“Could you stop looking down there?” All prudish and flustered, Hiori looks back up at you, who now wears a pout on your face. Your eyebrows cinched and nose all wrinkled, even after having a whole kid with him you’re still no less embarrassed than the day you two first had sex together— still pointlessly trying to cross your legs so he can’t see too much of you and attempting to hold back your moans in an effort to avoid his teasing.

“Just get it over with.”

“Relax,” he muses, a smug smirk growing on his face causing you to flush and push your face into the pillows— this bastard. “It’s not like we haven’t done this before.”

Baby blue hair, soft and silky, and still smelling like your old shampoo nestles against your thighs when he spreads your legs open further, hot breath so close to your bare cunt like flames licking your core that you feel your head spin dizzy with want, you breathe out a softly panted—

“Because we don’t do this anymore.”

Hiori doesn’t respond to that. It doesn’t need an answer anyways.

A hiss slips through your teeth when he lifts the hood of your clit up gently, a quiet “fuck you,” through bated breathes that makes him grin when he teases your clit with one finger, lubed with his own spit as he rubs small circles into the twitching bundle of nerves.

The air is hot between you, despite the fan above that spins with a dull whirr. Stringy webs of arousal coat Hiori’s thumb, glistening in the lowlight as the throbbing in your stomach climbs further into a slew of dread and excitement.

Hiori’s gaze is fixed, lidded and focused only on your twitching thighs and the reactions you give him. One hand holds your waist securely while the other works your body with coldly calculated expertise. His speed is slow, agonizingly slow on purpose. He knows that you hate being edged like this.

Peeking through cyan locs, his eyes meet yours with a gaze akin to that of a predator. Like a bull seeing red, your chest feels taut with irritation at the challenge that swirls in those deceptively innocent eyes of his.

It would be so easy to grind down on his thumb like this, to use him for your own sexual pleasure freely just as you did way back when— but those days are long gone, and you can’t stand the thought of giving into him.

You hate submitting to his whims whenever he comes over, always with some innocuous excuse that somehow ends in him convincing you to let him back into your bed sheets every weekend after you drop your daughter off at her friend’s house on Friday night.

This song and dance is tiring, excruciating even— but your body longs for his touch like no other.

Hiori takes one look at your twisted face and can easily tell the surge of thoughts that are racing through your mind right now. It doesn’t take a genius— just your ex-husband of five years who knows you like the back of his hand.

“Don’t hold back,” he whispers, and a slew of curses intermixed with haggered moans of his name fall from your lips as he quickens his pace, head thrown back into the pillows, eyes squeezing shut from the intensity.

“Think you’re close, gorgeous?”

Hiori stifles a chuckle at the sight of tears pricking the ends of your eyes, the rapid rising and falling of your chest as your whines echo throughout the bedroom. “You’re so good ta me darling, and so pretty when I’ve got ya like this.”

A choked out moan involuntarily slips from your lips at his praise, and Hiori can’t stop the wicked grin that spreads across his face faster than wildfire.

No amount of years spent apart could ever erase the effects that Yo Hiori has on you.

With your body shaking and spasming— practically begging for the sweet release of your mounting orgasm— Hiori’s head dips down between your legs again, pressing a wet kiss to your clit with the command you’ve been longing to hear ever since this long night started.

“You’re gonna be good now and cum for me, isn’t that right sweetheart?”

reblogs ++ comments are greatly appreciated !! ꒰ ˆ ᗜ ˆ ˶ ꒱

© property of mikiruie 2025. all rights reserved.

taglist (open) @inloveinsickness @youdontneedtoknowlol

[mikiruie]

familiarity breeds contempt.

── YO HIORI ﹕ 氷織 羊 ┊͙ BLUE LOCK ✩

  ❤︎   fem!reader. smut — mdni. divorce!au. petnames ( sweetheart, gorgeous, darling, angel ). ex-husband!hiori. fingering + clit play. mentions of a daughter you have together. hiori’s a tease and you hate it. word count 1279 .𖥔 ݁ ˖ masterlist

“You are so fucking annoying, y’know that right?”

From between your legs, Hiori looks up at you. Calloused palms caress the smooth skin of your bare thighs— and there’s a glint in his eyes, something mischievous brewing in those pale blue irises when your words reach his ears.

He merely shrugs.

The sheets rustle between your bodies, and he pulls down your worn out old panties by the waistband, fingers slotting between your skin and the stretchy elastic. It feels sticky with arousal when he finally tosses them aside elsewhere in your room, and you shiver from the cold air hitting your exposed skin even while covered by a thin cotton blanket.

“So I’ve been told maybe once or twice.”

You would know— because those words came from your own mouth.

Small whines manage to rip their way out from the back of your throat as his head sinks down further. Hiori watches as your glistening pussy pulses around nothing in anticipation, eagerly waiting to be satisfied by his fingers as they ghost over the hood of your clit and you flinch— pushing yourself up against the headboard of your bed and scurrying away from his touch like a timid mouse with its tail between its legs.

There’s something unsettling in the way that Yo Hiori likes to toy and play with you, both in bed and in daily life as he chases after your bashful self, propping himself up on his elbows and dragging you closer to him by your thighs.

His tongue swipes across his lip with a knowing smile, revealing his canines as he wets his appetite with the sight of your frightful self. “Where do ya think you’re going, sweetheart?”

You huff at the sweet term of endearment, even though it comes from a man who is anything but. And while the pet name still manages to turn your brain all fuzzy and cause your thighs to clench together when he says it with a drawn out drawl, it’s still a clear violation of the guidelines set precisely before these happenings began taking place.

“I told you no pet names, Yo. How many times do I have to say it?”

He clicks his tongue against the porcelain of his teeth at your commands. “Ah, you’re no fun anymore angel,” he sighs, cheek resting against your thigh again. “We’re not gonna be able ta do anything if you’re gonna be a stick in the mud about all this.”

“We’re not even together anymore,” you rapid fire back without hesitation, poison laced between each word. “You don’t get to call me that.”

“So what?” He gleams, “Ya got a boyfriend who can call you that now or what?”

“N-no . . .” The words die out in your throat faster than you can think, and the look of embarrassment blooms all across your face. “Not exactly . . .”

“Then there’s nothing you can do ta stop me,” he hums, satisfied as he settles himself back between your legs comfortably, spreading them open to your awaiting pussy. It’s a sight to behold, dripping with arousal as he dips a finger inside tentatively, ignoring the yelp and subsequent thrashing from you as he inserts it further.

“Look at that,” he coos, voice barely above a whisper as he pumps his finger slowly, feeling your pussy clench down on every side as your whines reach higher pitches. “She’s practically droolin’ for me, angel.”

“Could you stop looking down there?” All prudish and flustered, Hiori looks back up at you, who now wears a pout on your face. Your eyebrows cinched and nose all wrinkled, even after having a whole kid with him you’re still no less embarrassed than the day you two first had sex together— still pointlessly trying to cross your legs so he can’t see too much of you and attempting to hold back your moans in an effort to avoid his teasing.

“Just get it over with.”

“Relax,” he muses, a smug smirk growing on his face causing you to flush and push your face into the pillows— this bastard. “It’s not like we haven’t done this before.”

Baby blue hair, soft and silky, and still smelling like your old shampoo nestles against your thighs when he spreads your legs open further, hot breath so close to your bare cunt like flames licking your core that you feel your head spin dizzy with want, you breathe out a softly panted—

“Because we don’t do this anymore.”

Hiori doesn’t respond to that. It doesn’t need an answer anyways.

A hiss slips through your teeth when he lifts the hood of your clit up gently, a quiet “fuck you,” through bated breathes that makes him grin when he teases your clit with one finger, lubed with his own spit as he rubs small circles into the twitching bundle of nerves.

The air is hot between you, despite the fan above that spins with a dull whirr. Stringy webs of arousal coat Hiori’s thumb, glistening in the lowlight as the throbbing in your stomach climbs further into a slew of dread and excitement.

Hiori’s gaze is fixed, lidded and focused only on your twitching thighs and the reactions you give him. One hand holds your waist securely while the other works your body with coldly calculated expertise. His speed is slow, agonizingly slow on purpose. He knows that you hate being edged like this.

Peeking through cyan locs, his eyes meet yours with a gaze akin to that of a predator. Like a bull seeing red, your chest feels taut with irritation at the challenge that swirls in those deceptively innocent eyes of his.

It would be so easy to grind down on his thumb like this, to use him for your own sexual pleasure freely just as you did way back when— but those days are long gone, and you can’t stand the thought of giving into him.

You hate submitting to his whims whenever he comes over, always with some innocuous excuse that somehow ends in him convincing you to let him back into your bed sheets every weekend after you drop your daughter off at her friend’s house on Friday night.

This song and dance is tiring, excruciating even— but your body longs for his touch like no other.

Hiori takes one look at your twisted face and can easily tell the surge of thoughts that are racing through your mind right now. It doesn’t take a genius— just your ex-husband of five years who knows you like the back of his hand.

“Don’t hold back,” he whispers, and a slew of curses intermixed with haggered moans of his name fall from your lips as he quickens his pace, head thrown back into the pillows, eyes squeezing shut from the intensity.

“Think you’re close, gorgeous?”

Hiori stifles a chuckle at the sight of tears pricking the ends of your eyes, the rapid rising and falling of your chest as your whines echo throughout the bedroom. “You’re so good ta me darling, and so pretty when I’ve got ya like this.”

A choked out moan involuntarily slips from your lips at his praise, and Hiori can’t stop the wicked grin that spreads across his face faster than wildfire.

No amount of years spent apart could ever erase the effects that Yo Hiori has on you.

With your body shaking and spasming— practically begging for the sweet release of your mounting orgasm— Hiori’s head dips down between your legs again, pressing a wet kiss to your clit with the command you’ve been longing to hear ever since this long night started.

“You’re gonna be good now and cum for me, isn’t that right sweetheart?”

reblogs ++ comments are greatly appreciated !! ꒰ ˆ ᗜ ˆ ˶ ꒱

© property of mikiruie 2025. all rights reserved.

taglist (open) @inloveinsickness @youdontneedtoknowlol

[mikiruie]

lwk thinking abt how eita otoya would be an older woman fucker . . . it makes so much sense to me. n the story of how it started was him trying to be hot shit and seduce a pretty older girl, 23-25, at a bar he snuck into at like 17 before she embarrasses and humbles the fuck out of him cuz wtf are you doing in here go do your math homework lil kid. that experience perma rewired and changed his brain chemistry forever, it had his dick stirring so bad in his sweats that she never left his mind for like the next three years and he will still remember and fantasize about her occasionally like damn… what could’ve been if i was js a little older man .

[mikiruie]

familiarity breeds contempt.

── YO HIORI ﹕ 氷織 羊 ┊͙ BLUE LOCK ✩

  ❤︎   fem!reader. smut — mdni. divorce!au. petnames ( sweetheart, gorgeous, darling, angel ). ex-husband!hiori. fingering + clit play. mentions of a daughter you have together. hiori’s a tease and you hate it. word count 1278 .𖥔 ݁ ˖ masterlist

“You are so fucking annoying, y’know that right?”

From between your legs, Hiori looks up at you. Calloused palms caress the smooth skin of your bare thighs— and there’s a glint in his eyes, something mischievous brewing in those pale blue irises when your words reach his ears.

He merely shrugs.

The sheets rustle between your bodies, and he pulls down your worn out old panties by the waistband, fingers slotting between your skin the stretchy elastic. It feels sticky with arousal when he finally tosses them aside elsewhere in your room, and you shiver from the cold air hitting your exposed skin even while covered by a thin cotton blanket.

“So I’ve been told maybe once or twice.”

You would know— because those words came from your own mouth..

Small whines manage to rip their way out from the back of your throat as his head sinks down further. Hiori watches as your glistening pussy pulses around nothing in anticipation, eagerly waiting to be satisfied by his fingers as they ghost over the hood of your clit and you flinch— pushing yourself up against the headboard of your bed and scurrying away from his touch like a timid mouse with its tail between its legs.

There’s something unsettling in the way that Yo Hiori likes to toy and play with you, both in bed and in daily life as he chases after your bashful self, propping himself up on his elbows and dragging you closer to him by your thighs.

His tongue swipes across his lip with a knowing smile, revealing his canines as he wets his appetite with the sight of your frightful self. “Where do ya think you’re going, sweetheart?”

You huff at the sweet term of endearment, even though it comes from a man who is anything but. And while the pet name still manages to turn your brain all fuzzy and cause your thighs to clench together when he says it with a drawn out drawl, it’s still a clear violation of the guidelines set precisely before these happenings began taking place.

“I told you no pet names, Yo. How many times do I have to say it?”

He clicks his tongue against the porcelain of his teeth at your commands. “Ah, you’re no fun anymore angel,” he sighs, cheek resting against your thigh again. “We’re not gonna be able ta do anything if you’re gonna be a stick in the mud about all this.”

“We’re not even together anymore,” you rapid fire back without hesitation, poison laced between each word. “You don’t get to call me that.”

“So what?” He gleams, “Ya got a boyfriend who can call you that now or what?”

“N-no . . .” The words die out in your throat faster than you can think, and the look of embarrassment blooms all across your face. “Not exactly . . .”

“Then there’s nothing you can do ta stop me,” he hums, satisfied as he settles himself back between your legs comfortably, spreading them open to your awaiting pussy. It’s a sight to behold, dripping with arousal as he dips a finger inside tentatively, ignoring the yelp and subsequent thrashing from you as he inserts it further.

“Look at that,” he coos, voice barely above a whisper as he pumps his finger slowly, feeling your pussy clench down on every side as your whines reach higher pitches. “She’s practically droolin’ for me, angel.”

“Could you stop looking down there?” All prudish and flustered, Hiori looks back up at you, who now wears a pout on your face. Your eyebrows cinched and nose all wrinkled, even after having a whole kid with him you’re still no less embarrassed than the day you two first had sex together— still pointlessly trying to cross your legs so he can’t see too much of you and attempting to hold back your moans in an effort to avoid his teasing.

“Just get it over with.”

“Relax,” he muses, a smug smirk growing on his face causing you to flush and push your face into the pillows— this bastard. “It’s not like we haven’t done this before.”

Baby blue hair, soft and silky, and still smelling like your old shampoo nestles against your thighs when he spreads your legs open further, hot breath so close to your bare cunt like flames licking your core that you feel your head spin dizzy with want, you breathe out a softly panted—

“Because we don’t do this anymore.”

Hiori doesn’t respond to that. It doesn’t need an answer anyways.

A hiss slips through your teeth when he lifts the hood of your clit up gently, a quiet “fuck you,” through bated breathes that makes him grin when he teases your clit with one finger, lubed with his own spit as he rubs small circles into the twitching bundle of nerves.

The air is hot between you, despite the fan above that spins with a dull whirr. Stringy webs of arousal coat Hiori’s thumb, glistening in the lowlight as the throbbing in your stomach climbs further into a slew of dread and excitement.

Hiori’s gaze is fixed, lidded and focused only on your twitching thighs and the reactions you give him. One hand holds your waist securely while the other works your body with coldly calculated expertise. His speed is slow, agonizingly slow on purpose. He knows that you hate being edged like this.

Peeking through cyan locs, his eyes meet yours with a gaze akin to that of a predator. Like a bull seeing red, your chest feels taut with irritation at the challenge that swirls in those deceptively innocent eyes of his.

It would be so easy to grind down on his thumb like this, to use him for your own sexual pleasure freely just as you did way back when— but those days are long gone, and you can’t stand the thought of giving into him.

You hate submitting to his whims whenever he comes over, always with some innocuous excuse that somehow ends in him convincing you to let him back into your bed sheets every weekend after you drop your daughter off at her friend’s house on Friday night.

This song and dance is tiring, excruciating even— but your body longs for his touch like no other.

Hiori takes one look at your twisted face and can easily tell the surge of thoughts that are racing through your mind right now. It doesn’t take a genius— just your ex-husband of five years who knows you like the back of his hand.

“Don’t hold back,” he whispers, and a slew of curses intermixed with haggered moans of his name fall from your lips as he quickens his pace, head thrown back into the pillows, eyes squeezing shut from the intensity.

“Think you’re close, gorgeous?”

Hiori stifles a chuckle at the sight of tears pricking the ends of your eyes, the rapid rising and falling of your chest as your whines echo throughout the bedroom. “You’re so good ta me darling, and so pretty when I’ve got ya like this.”

A choked out moan involuntarily slips from your lips at his praise, and Hiori can’t stop the wicked grin that spreads across his face faster than wildfire.

No amount of years spent apart could ever erase the effects that Yo Hiori has on you.

With your body shaking and spasming— practically begging for the sweet release of your mounting orgasm— Hiori’s head dips down between your legs again, pressing a wet kiss to your clit with the command you’ve been longing to hear ever since this long night started.

“You’re gonna be good now and cum for me, isn’t that right sweetheart?”

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tags: gn!reader, spiderman!yukimiya, college!au, fluff, non-descriptive depictions of wounds

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spiderman!yukimiya who’s vision got repaired after getting bit by a radioactive spider in the middle of the academic year and gained powers.

spiderman!yukimiya who sits in front of you in class with his thin metal rimmed glasses that you're convinced he doesn't need because he should not be squinting like that, and when confronted about it says it's a fashion choice. not convincing.

spiderman!yukimiya who is effortlessly the top student of his class and cohort for sciences and mathematics.

spiderman!yukimiya who the professor assigns as your tutor for chemistry, but as the semester progresses, he starts showing up less and less, sometimes even rain checking at the last minute.

spiderman!yukimiya who always brings you pizza to share as an apology for being late or no-showing. you're not sure if he actually paid for it or just stole it from his part-time job.

spiderman!yukimiya who seems to have more and more wounds littered on his skin and bandages wrapped around his arms.

spiderman!yukimiya who refuses to tell you the truth on what happened and just says he got them from skating. also not convincing in the slightest.

spiderman!yukimiya who, battered and bruised, barely makes it to your house on time for tutoring one day and feels his heart crack at the look on your face when you force him down onto your bed and return from the bathroom carrying a first aid kit.

spiderman!yukimiya who just smiles through a wince while you're kneeled in front of him cleaning his gashes, softly asking what's gotten into him and begging him not to get into fights anymore because that's not like him.

spiderman!yukimiya who thinks you look rather cute even just dipping cotton balls into disinfectant.

spiderman!yukimiya who tries and fails to use humour to try lifting your concerned frown and make light of the situation.

spiderman!yukimiya who jokes that you're the only person he knows that prefers a man smelling like antiseptic than looking bloodied. you don't laugh.

spiderman!yukimiya who tells you that you're much better at patching him up than he does himself despite your shoddy job at stitching. you argue that sewing up holes in clothing is nothing like sealing cuts shut.

spiderman!yukimiya who would rather you think he gets into fights on the regular than get dragged into his world of danger.

spiderman!yukimiya who keeps showing up to your place in tatters despite his reservations, his trust in you surprising himself.

spiderman!yukimiya who wants to keep you as far away from him and his double life to protect you, but it's becoming increasingly difficult with his growing feelings.

spiderman!yukimiya who against his better judgement and spidey senses, begins falling for you, one assignment and one bandage at a time.

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familiarity breeds contempt.

── YO HIORI ﹕ 氷織 羊 ┊͙ BLUE LOCK ✩

  ❤︎   fem!reader. smut — mdni. divorce!au. petnames ( sweetheart, gorgeous, darling, angel ). ex-husband!hiori. fingering + clit play. mentions of a daughter you have together. hiori’s a tease and you hate it. word count 1278 .𖥔 ݁ ˖ masterlist

“You are so fucking annoying, y’know that right?”

From between your legs, Hiori looks up at you. Calloused palms caress the smooth skin of your bare thighs— and there’s a glint in his eyes, something mischievous brewing in those pale blue irises when your words reach his ears.

He merely shrugs.

The sheets rustle between your bodies, and he pulls down your worn out old panties by the waistband, fingers slotting between your skin the stretchy elastic. It feels sticky with arousal when he finally tosses them aside elsewhere in your room, and you shiver from the cold air hitting your exposed skin even while covered by a thin cotton blanket.

“So I’ve been told maybe once or twice.”

You would know— because those words came from your own mouth..

Small whines manage to rip their way out from the back of your throat as his head sinks down further. Hiori watches as your glistening pussy pulses around nothing in anticipation, eagerly waiting to be satisfied by his fingers as they ghost over the hood of your clit and you flinch— pushing yourself up against the headboard of your bed and scurrying away from his touch like a timid mouse with its tail between its legs.

There’s something unsettling in the way that Yo Hiori likes to toy and play with you, both in bed and in daily life as he chases after your bashful self, propping himself up on his elbows and dragging you closer to him by your thighs.

His tongue swipes across his lip with a knowing smile, revealing his canines as he wets his appetite with the sight of your frightful self. “Where do ya think you’re going, sweetheart?”

You huff at the sweet term of endearment, even though it comes from a man who is anything but. And while the pet name still manages to turn your brain all fuzzy and cause your thighs to clench together when he says it with a drawn out drawl, it’s still a clear violation of the guidelines set precisely before these happenings began taking place.

“I told you no pet names, Yo. How many times do I have to say it?”

He clicks his tongue against the porcelain of his teeth at your commands. “Ah, you’re no fun anymore angel,” he sighs, cheek resting against your thigh again. “We’re not gonna be able ta do anything if you’re gonna be a stick in the mud about all this.”

“We’re not even together anymore,” you rapid fire back without hesitation, poison laced between each word. “You don’t get to call me that.”

“So what?” He gleams, “Ya got a boyfriend who can call you that now or what?”

“N-no . . .” The words die out in your throat faster than you can think, and the look of embarrassment blooms all across your face. “Not exactly . . .”

“Then there’s nothing you can do ta stop me,” he hums, satisfied as he settles himself back between your legs comfortably, spreading them open to your awaiting pussy. It’s a sight to behold, dripping with arousal as he dips a finger inside tentatively, ignoring the yelp and subsequent thrashing from you as he inserts it further.

“Look at that,” he coos, voice barely above a whisper as he pumps his finger slowly, feeling your pussy clench down on every side as your whines reach higher pitches. “She’s practically droolin’ for me, angel.”

“Could you stop looking down there?” All prudish and flustered, Hiori looks back up at you, who now wears a pout on your face. Your eyebrows cinched and nose all wrinkled, even after having a whole kid with him you’re still no less embarrassed than the day you two first had sex together— still pointlessly trying to cross your legs so he can’t see too much of you and attempting to hold back your moans in an effort to avoid his teasing.

“Just get it over with.”

“Relax,” he muses, a smug smirk growing on his face causing you to flush and push your face into the pillows— this bastard. “It’s not like we haven’t done this before.”

Baby blue hair, soft and silky, and still smelling like your old shampoo nestles against your thighs when he spreads your legs open further, hot breath so close to your bare cunt like flames licking your core that you feel your head spin dizzy with want, you breathe out a softly panted—

“Because we don’t do this anymore.”

Hiori doesn’t respond to that. It doesn’t need an answer anyways.

A hiss slips through your teeth when he lifts the hood of your clit up gently, a quiet “fuck you,” through bated breathes that makes him grin when he teases your clit with one finger, lubed with his own spit as he rubs small circles into the twitching bundle of nerves.

The air is hot between you, despite the fan above that spins with a dull whirr. Stringy webs of arousal coat Hiori’s thumb, glistening in the lowlight as the throbbing in your stomach climbs further into a slew of dread and excitement.

Hiori’s gaze is fixed, lidded and focused only on your twitching thighs and the reactions you give him. One hand holds your waist securely while the other works your body with coldly calculated expertise. His speed is slow, agonizingly slow on purpose. He knows that you hate being edged like this.

Peeking through cyan locs, his eyes meet yours with a gaze akin to that of a predator. Like a bull seeing red, your chest feels taut with irritation at the challenge that swirls in those deceptively innocent eyes of his.

It would be so easy to grind down on his thumb like this, to use him for your own sexual pleasure freely just as you did way back when— but those days are long gone, and you can’t stand the thought of giving into him.

You hate submitting to his whims whenever he comes over, always with some innocuous excuse that somehow ends in him convincing you to let him back into your bed sheets every weekend after you drop your daughter off at her friend’s house on Friday night.

This song and dance is tiring, excruciating even— but your body longs for his touch like no other.

Hiori takes one look at your twisted face and can easily tell the surge of thoughts that are racing through your mind right now. It doesn’t take a genius— just your ex-husband of five years who knows you like the back of his hand.

“Don’t hold back,” he whispers, and a slew of curses intermixed with haggered moans of his name fall from your lips as he quickens his pace, head thrown back into the pillows, eyes squeezing shut from the intensity.

“Think you’re close, gorgeous?”

Hiori stifles a chuckle at the sight of tears pricking the ends of your eyes, the rapid rising and falling of your chest as your whines echo throughout the bedroom. “You’re so good ta me darling, and so pretty when I’ve got ya like this.”

A choked out moan involuntarily slips from your lips at his praise, and Hiori can’t stop the wicked grin that spreads across his face faster than wildfire.

No amount of years spent apart could ever erase the effects that Yo Hiori has on you.

With your body shaking and spasming— practically begging for the sweet release of your mounting orgasm— Hiori’s head dips down between your legs again, pressing a wet kiss to your clit with the command you’ve been longing to hear ever since this long night started.

“You’re gonna be good now and cum for me, isn’t that right sweetheart?”

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[mikiruie]

familiarity breeds contempt.

── YO HIORI ﹕ 氷織 羊 ┊͙ BLUE LOCK ✩

  ❤︎   fem!reader. smut — mdni. divorce!au. petnames ( sweetheart, gorgeous, darling, angel ). ex-husband!hiori. fingering + clit play. mentions of a daughter you have together. hiori’s a tease and you hate it. word count 1279 .𖥔 ݁ ˖ masterlist

“You are so fucking annoying, y’know that right?”

From between your legs, Hiori looks up at you. Calloused palms caress the smooth skin of your bare thighs— and there’s a glint in his eyes, something mischievous brewing in those pale blue irises when your words reach his ears.

He merely shrugs.

The sheets rustle between your bodies, and he pulls down your worn out old panties by the waistband, fingers slotting between your skin and the stretchy elastic. It feels sticky with arousal when he finally tosses them aside elsewhere in your room, and you shiver from the cold air hitting your exposed skin even while covered by a thin cotton blanket.

“So I’ve been told maybe once or twice.”

You would know— because those words came from your own mouth.

Small whines manage to rip their way out from the back of your throat as his head sinks down further. Hiori watches as your glistening pussy pulses around nothing in anticipation, eagerly waiting to be satisfied by his fingers as they ghost over the hood of your clit and you flinch— pushing yourself up against the headboard of your bed and scurrying away from his touch like a timid mouse with its tail between its legs.

There’s something unsettling in the way that Yo Hiori likes to toy and play with you, both in bed and in daily life as he chases after your bashful self, propping himself up on his elbows and dragging you closer to him by your thighs.

His tongue swipes across his lip with a knowing smile, revealing his canines as he wets his appetite with the sight of your frightful self. “Where do ya think you’re going, sweetheart?”

You huff at the sweet term of endearment, even though it comes from a man who is anything but. And while the pet name still manages to turn your brain all fuzzy and cause your thighs to clench together when he says it with a drawn out drawl, it’s still a clear violation of the guidelines set precisely before these happenings began taking place.

“I told you no pet names, Yo. How many times do I have to say it?”

He clicks his tongue against the porcelain of his teeth at your commands. “Ah, you’re no fun anymore angel,” he sighs, cheek resting against your thigh again. “We’re not gonna be able ta do anything if you’re gonna be a stick in the mud about all this.”

“We’re not even together anymore,” you rapid fire back without hesitation, poison laced between each word. “You don’t get to call me that.”

“So what?” He gleams, “Ya got a boyfriend who can call you that now or what?”

“N-no . . .” The words die out in your throat faster than you can think, and the look of embarrassment blooms all across your face. “Not exactly . . .”

“Then there’s nothing you can do ta stop me,” he hums, satisfied as he settles himself back between your legs comfortably, spreading them open to your awaiting pussy. It’s a sight to behold, dripping with arousal as he dips a finger inside tentatively, ignoring the yelp and subsequent thrashing from you as he inserts it further.

“Look at that,” he coos, voice barely above a whisper as he pumps his finger slowly, feeling your pussy clench down on every side as your whines reach higher pitches. “She’s practically droolin’ for me, angel.”

“Could you stop looking down there?” All prudish and flustered, Hiori looks back up at you, who now wears a pout on your face. Your eyebrows cinched and nose all wrinkled, even after having a whole kid with him you’re still no less embarrassed than the day you two first had sex together— still pointlessly trying to cross your legs so he can’t see too much of you and attempting to hold back your moans in an effort to avoid his teasing.

“Just get it over with.”

“Relax,” he muses, a smug smirk growing on his face causing you to flush and push your face into the pillows— this bastard. “It’s not like we haven’t done this before.”

Baby blue hair, soft and silky, and still smelling like your old shampoo nestles against your thighs when he spreads your legs open further, hot breath so close to your bare cunt like flames licking your core that you feel your head spin dizzy with want, you breathe out a softly panted—

“Because we don’t do this anymore.”

Hiori doesn’t respond to that. It doesn’t need an answer anyways.

A hiss slips through your teeth when he lifts the hood of your clit up gently, a quiet “fuck you,” through bated breathes that makes him grin when he teases your clit with one finger, lubed with his own spit as he rubs small circles into the twitching bundle of nerves.

The air is hot between you, despite the fan above that spins with a dull whirr. Stringy webs of arousal coat Hiori’s thumb, glistening in the lowlight as the throbbing in your stomach climbs further into a slew of dread and excitement.

Hiori’s gaze is fixed, lidded and focused only on your twitching thighs and the reactions you give him. One hand holds your waist securely while the other works your body with coldly calculated expertise. His speed is slow, agonizingly slow on purpose. He knows that you hate being edged like this.

Peeking through cyan locs, his eyes meet yours with a gaze akin to that of a predator. Like a bull seeing red, your chest feels taut with irritation at the challenge that swirls in those deceptively innocent eyes of his.

It would be so easy to grind down on his thumb like this, to use him for your own sexual pleasure freely just as you did way back when— but those days are long gone, and you can’t stand the thought of giving into him.

You hate submitting to his whims whenever he comes over, always with some innocuous excuse that somehow ends in him convincing you to let him back into your bed sheets every weekend after you drop your daughter off at her friend’s house on Friday night.

This song and dance is tiring, excruciating even— but your body longs for his touch like no other.

Hiori takes one look at your twisted face and can easily tell the surge of thoughts that are racing through your mind right now. It doesn’t take a genius— just your ex-husband of five years who knows you like the back of his hand.

“Don’t hold back,” he whispers, and a slew of curses intermixed with haggered moans of his name fall from your lips as he quickens his pace, head thrown back into the pillows, eyes squeezing shut from the intensity.

“Think you’re close, gorgeous?”

Hiori stifles a chuckle at the sight of tears pricking the ends of your eyes, the rapid rising and falling of your chest as your whines echo throughout the bedroom. “You’re so good ta me darling, and so pretty when I’ve got ya like this.”

A choked out moan involuntarily slips from your lips at his praise, and Hiori can’t stop the wicked grin that spreads across his face faster than wildfire.

No amount of years spent apart could ever erase the effects that Yo Hiori has on you.

With your body shaking and spasming— practically begging for the sweet release of your mounting orgasm— Hiori’s head dips down between your legs again, pressing a wet kiss to your clit with the command you’ve been longing to hear ever since this long night started.

“You’re gonna be good now and cum for me, isn’t that right sweetheart?”

reblogs ++ comments are greatly appreciated !! ꒰ ˆ ᗜ ˆ ˶ ꒱

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