#yukishi

[jays-therapist]

I'm not a huge yukishi shipper or anything but if they were to date I think they'd be the most powerful ace4ace couple known to man

[cangrellesteponme]

shiemi/yukio sketches i drew for a friend who loves them

[johannepetereric]

”But you like [Shiemi], don’t you?”

OMG THIS IS THE LOVE TRIANGLE OF ALL LOVE TRIANGLES!!!

[rizumo-month]

This is for the Yukishi Anons asks my account is currently glitching out and sending everything I write to the mature tumblr prison so I’m forced to post screenshots of the fic because i refused to be censored. In regards to their respective selves i have aged up Yukio and Shiemi. I honestly hated the format and writing style I chose but here it’s finished.

[popularmechanics]

Inertia by Yukishi on AF!

[aiixen]

Artfight day 8 for Yukishi ! ( @actualkana )

[kiome-yasha]

You had me with the YukiShie Moment in your Mermaid art 💕💕it is awesome, like the rest of your art <33

I'm so sorry for getting to this late! I'm so happy you enjoyed it! I often feel if fans in the aoex fandom is enjoying my stuff at all, but I keep doing what I love in hopes that friends and fans will appreciate them as I do making them! ^^ I'm always willing to make new friends in the aoex fandom, especially if they are yukishi and rizumo fans :) @flower-of-assiah actually told me to check my inbox to see about your compliment. Glad she reminded me <3

[pamayapaya]

I have a very specific favorite ship dynamic and it goes:

We are polar opposites yet also exactly alike at the same time

[fala-alfredo-pasta]

What Yukio would have looked like if he decided to go with the alternative costume Shima “suggested” to him.  Black Rock Shooter Yukio!

[flower-of-assiah]

My favourite ship is Yukio x Shiemi (even tho I like almost every other ship too, like Izumo x Shiemi don't even get me started lmao).

Do you feel comfortable with drawing them? Like for example in Shiemi's garden?

totally valid loving them! YukiShi is a cute ship and has some sweet moments so I def get why you love them! being able to love so many ships is the greatest! because than you can enjoy more content so I'm similar like that! though it's clear I have my preferences RinShi just like.. well been my OTP for 7 years now yess please I love Shiemi/Izumo too! you ever wanna discuss them more my ask box is open their development! beautiful in every sense of the word! but back to the YukiShi part: I'm okay drawing YukiShi! I can't promise when I'd get around to it, but I'd be willing to try! also I like that idea ;u; almost makes me wanna draw them when they were younger thanks for dropping me a message! I appreciate it!

[asteroulik]

I offer you some yukishi!! Tomorrow???? Who knows.

[rizumo-month]

I keep seeing that you wrote a yukishi one shot but where is it, I've been trying to find it

I personally think its sucks but due to the lack of yukishi smut fics here you go. I've aged them up so 19-19. I apologise for the grammatical and structure issues but I just hated writing this ;((

It comes like a broken prayer. A whisper hollowed out in his throat. It’s exhausting when looked back. He’s been everything , big and small 

“I’m all alone.   

I’ve worked so hard to earn respect... but I don’t have a place anymore. His voice muffled from where his face was buried in her hair. As his throat flutters , a part of him screams for her not to deny him.

And my god I’m lonely. Shiemi, I don't want your pity. I just want someone near me.

He feels her left hand spray against his ribs. A part of him aches with eagerness  to give in to the warmth of her touch like a moth to flame.

He stiffened into the embrace. The pressure of her arms is unyielding with the promise to hold him harder and it’s enough to set him off. When his everything shudders. He worries about all things— if she can hear him—his heart running through his chest.

And when they go utterly silent. Her arms are still squeezing him. Her eyes linger on him a little more.

The floorboards creak and groan. Her palms are warm as she lifts his head in a tender embrace, his face close to hers. Sheimi lets herself sink slowly forward languorously cupping his head between her hands— and their mouths meet in a tilted embrace. softer than the snow , their lips melt together.

She can taste the pain and ache on his lips. Hand scrunching into the material of his trousers. Kiss it slowly, softly away.  He doesn’t do anything, his good hand moves from his thigh to her waist. Finds a comfortable position at her waist too idle and takes the other in the arm brace and places it in her hair.

He kisses her hard with trembling lips, giving all that is left of him. Scraping together the pieces of his soul and slipping it slowly into the kiss. A part of him wants it all — her all. To be selfish for once and keep her to himself like this. To kiss her until he can’t think of anything but her sweet mouth.

But he’ll get in the way. His mind pushes back, unable to hold the thought that gnaws any longer. Not when her mouth is steeped in sweet heat. 

She tastes like peppermint and orange peel tea.

He can’t stop his hands from wondering . When they go to the kimono down , Shiemi moves eagerly too ,rolling her shoulders to ease his quest more. Her hand crawls back  gingerly into the shoulders of his black coat.

She whispers to his lips —“You’re not alone.” I’m here, her lips seem to say.

Shiemi’s hands move with something close to certainty. And for a moment he forgets pieces of himself within her gold eyes.

When the lapse of silence rounds Yukio finds himself conscious of her lips and how close they appear. A part of him—the logical side, no less finds it frightening how fast the next part falls. It takes him by surprise when the first kiss cuts.

Her mouth is moist and soft and her hands trail down his neck, fingers clutching into the skin between the collar of his shirt and hair. He tries to stifle the low moan,  rescinding  his earlier thought, when he feels her tongue press gentle strokes.

And when her hot, slick tongue slides into the wall of his clenched teeth, he shudders. Barely able to form a coherent thought. He feels himself stumble backwards with momentum until the ridge of the table presses into the small of his back. He could only focus on how soft her mouth felt as it ran all the way up his throat. She parted her lips more and felt him washing over like a wave of warmth.

When Shiemi became aware of her fingers, they had already slipped under his shirt, his skin smooth and radiating an addictive heat. Beneath her fingers, she can feel his loud beating heart tremble strong enough to overwhelm the throaty groans he bleeds.

Her whole body tingled, the weight of his frame leaning on hers as his arms wrapped around her felt nearly forbidden. He pulled her in, claiming her mouth again, hungry and intense, until her knees gave in.

xXxXxXx

He doesn't know where they are going but he likes the feel of her warm mouth on his. She can feel the light heat of Yukio's palm cradling her nape.

They stare back at each other, the smallest flicker of fear settles in Yukio. Before he feels the vapid words thicken she pulls his head to press a bruising kiss. It’s all the reassurance Yukio needs as he deepens the kiss. Her grasp becomes tighter in his hair practically searing. Yukio feels his blood pull to his shaft when her hips inched forward. He chokes and his hips cant.

She arches again into his thighs , grinding herself until Yukio hands fly out to grip her thighs to create a delicious friction against his shaft. She closed her legs around his waist rocking back and forth, subtly grinding her thighs against her clit.

He finds the weight of her body on top of his delicious. Yukio catalogues the new found feeling of how easily they slot together. He shivered, his face flashed with pleasure at the thought of how attune his body is to her.

Lowering her hands she tugged at his shirt, but it was stuck under her thigh. He had never seen her this eager and he breaks apart long enough to smile.

His hands move from the kimono at the shoulders pushing more of the fabric off the shelf of her shoulders. His mouth moves quickly to replace the kimono licking at her neck and mouthing at her collarbone until he’s sure the supple flesh is marred in unforgiving bruises.

The heated scrutiny of his mouth and blunt tongue bites at her fabric just scarcely covering her breasts and rose taupe nipples.

She watched him as he replaced his hands with his warm wet mouth. Sheimi’s head slumps against nothing , head lolling back in pleasure. Her back bent like willow whilst her hands scramble to grasp at his shoulders , pulling him closer to her chest to let him lap and swirl at nipple more until She pulsed, desperate with need.

He wished he could use the hand in the sling to hold squirming form.

She helps him out of his sling carefully. His words remain bound when he slides into her.

and she kisses the awe from him and wraps one arm on him forearm her other hands clutching to the injured one.

He gazes down at her flushed skin. His glasses are long discarded. Yukio hands rest on her kimono splayed thighs. He thinks she’s beautiful and he wants and needs to say it.

In that moment it’s as if time stands still and his eyes roam her world with a look and he can feel her warmth and the unbearable light of her being, stake itself into the back of his mind. He is certain he did not know what love was. However he could learn and if she looked at him like that again.

He could plunge himself in those pupils and drown. Looking at the insane symmetry of her face and blown out pupils.

Even if his eyes are unfocused. Slowly he blinks , once , twice. He bends over to kiss her and she smiles into the slow and shallow kiss. He is cautious and takes his time easing himself into a steady pace.

Her thighs squeeze around his waist. Shiemi naked breasts pressed into his chest. Her fingers stitched loosely into the muscles of his back

His hips cant forward, groaning at the warmth that evelops him. His body now moving too fast for his mind to catch up. Slick sounds of skin colliding is enough for Shiemi to shudder her ankles press tight into the small of his back

He leans forward until her forehead rests against his. Shiemi eyes crinkle shut in panted pleasure

He murmurs at her breathless ,“Do you even know what you do to me? Hips hammering into her on their own volition.

How much I’ve denied myself of you , Shiemi ?” His voice breaks into a hot breath , it takes all of Yukio restraint not to just give in to his release.

Shiemi hands fist into his face again. Her throbbing wet mouth twirls and laps at his own.

He can tell she’s close when moans grow more wanton and desperate.

Slides his fingers down the plane of her abdomen , pressing his fingers in tight and slick place where they meet. That’s all it takes to edge her to release. The look in her face is what pushes him too.His body hitches and keens, shuddering until his vision blurs.

[hemera989]

drabble - yukio/shima

prompt: scar worship 

pairing: okumura yukio/shima renzou

Shima’s weight atop him is a familiar, though heavy, one. Yukio has a book balanced precariously in one hand far above his head, as his boyfriend lays across his torso. Shima is clinging to him like a ridiculously overgrown monkey, arms tight around him, but breath peaceful as it fans across Yukio’s neck. The blanket had been tossed aside some time earlier due to the heat of summer just outside, and though he really is overheating with Shima splayed across him like this, he can’t really find the energy to complain.

His free hand is knuckles deep in Shima’s hair, fingernails scritching across his scalp as Yukio manages to wrangle another page flip. The book he’s reading this time is just for fun. It’s a silly little thing, something about the difference between commonly mistaken animals. This chapter he’s reading is about what separates a toad from a frog, and he doubts he’ll ever really need to know the difference, but it is fun to read.

A hum rumbles from Shima’s chest against his, and the other man shifts a bit as he wakes up. Yukio pulls his hand away and up to his book, slipping his bookmark into place to set it aside on the end table. When he looks back, Shima is looking up at him, brown eyes clouded over with sleep.

“Are you planning on being productive at any point today?” Yukio asks him, a wry smile pulling at his lips. 

Shima had been lounging about all day, and the only difference from this moment in time, and six hours earlier, was his boyfriend’s position on the couch. He’d care more about it any other day, but it was a sunday today, and neither of them had anything to attend to (not for a lack of trying, on Yukio’s part).

“Nope,” Shima murmurs, leaning his head back down onto Yukio’s chest. “Think I’ll just live here.”

Yukio snorts, leaning his head back onto the arm rest. “How exactly are you going to get food?”

“Mmh, human body can last like… seven days without food, right?”

“Water? Bathroom?”

The other man looks up at him, grin mischievous. “I got an idea, but it’s a bit of a dip into a few new kinks.”

That startles a laugh out of him, and he shoves Shima’s face down and away from him. “That’s disgusting!”

“You haven’t even tried it yet.” Shima coos, holding on tight around his hips. “First time for everything!”

“Absolutely not! You’re gross.”

“Only for you, my dear~”

“Sweet talking won’t make me any more open to your… bathroom adventures, Ren.”

“Ha! Bathroom adventures?” He snickers, leaning down to press a kiss to Yukio’s stomach through his shirt. “Weird way of puttin’ it.”

“How else would you prefer I phrase it?” Yukio asks him, fond. He reaches a hand down to brush through Shima’s hair as the man continues to feather kisses across his abdomen, his thumb gliding over the bump of scar tissue across his eyebrow. His brows are thick, and Yukio smooths the little hairs into place as Shima leans into his hand.

“How about… a daring jump together into the unknown?” He proposes, but he seems much more interested in his new task of pressing kisses to Yukio’s palm. His lips are light, soft across the callouses and scars that run over his skin. Demon bites and shrapnel divots alike marr his hands, but Shima kisses them anyways, like they’re no less worthy of love than Yukio is.

His mouth marks an invisible trail up Yukio’s hand and across his forearm, further up the length of his arm until Shima leans over him. He dips his head down, and Yukio can feel that familiar warmth as their lips finally meet. They kiss slow, light, and yet when they separate, he almost feels breathless.

“I’d go anywhere with you,” Yukio whispers, but just as quickly, his expression turns sternly unamused. “But the bathroom is where I draw the line.”

“Aw, c’mon! I thought we were having a moment!”

[evanescentdawn]

It’s Work In Progress Wednesday...

“Y-yuki-chan!” She shouted. Yukio jumped a little at the unexpected action. She squeezed his hands, tugging them towards her. He nearly lost his balance at the action, tipping forward, bewildered.

“Shiemi...?”

Her face was flushing up, but she didn’t lose her determined expression. Yukio’s forehead crinkled in concern. What had gotten into her today? She invited him to tea, out of nowhere, with no explanation. And then—this.

Traitorously, his mind went to places where he knows is definitely not what she is going to say. But he couldn’t help the little hope, that small, small maybe.

“I—I—Can we build a snowman together?!”

Huh?!

[rkoradiopictures]

[kiome-yasha]

Yukishi is a ship I really need to see more of. And I really want to put more art of them out there. God, I hope there are good things for them coming soon ;_;.