#COME HOME FROM THE WAR!!!!!!!!

[bloodmoonlvr]

guys i miss him

[eeverlark]

if i think about the hunger games in peeta's perspective i WILL start sobbing

[valeriapryanikova]

fog and a lonely fisher

[critter-of-habit]

Yelena and Kate from Marvel Zombies come back to me

[mihii-i]

hi! could you maybe do a smut fic with a drunk sub mizu who is usually the top in the relationship so it comes as a surprise that she was unexpectedly loud and whiny while taking it on all fours? like, she's so needy and RAAAH the description sounds so raunchy i'm sorry i had a vision 😔

unspoken words.

Pairings: mizu x fem!reader

CW: nsfw, female reader, afab reader, strap on/harigata usage, strap referred to as a cock, doggystyle, mating press, vaginal sex, mizu is slightly ooc, overstimulation, wlw, drunk sex (consensual), bottom mizu yay can’t wait to eat that coochie raw like sashimi, very very heavy nsfw because holy shit, implied to be after the series ends, oh you guys think the warning is gonna be girls kissing?? no it’s girls fucking, sough rex, I know I’m gonna be embarrassed writing this, this is insane but ykw hell yeah, sigh lazy writing again, not proofread.

A/N: now playing — ride for you by sani knight & bosquet. I have to emphasize this because some people are stupid please don’t have sex with others irl while they’re drunk even if they say yes. Anyway I got so embarrassed I started walking around and talked to my candle every now and then. Imo this one turned out ok it’s not amazing but it’s not bad. Also, I’ve never emphasized this before, but I want to do it for this one: MEN DNI. FEMALE READER. This is NOT for men to insert themselves as the reader, gtfo. Anyway love yall enjoy <3🕯️

A coil of euphoria snapped apart within your body as your back seized itself forward into an arch, the damp heat of glistening sweat raking along the feverish rose tint of your throat to dribble down your chest. Your eyes disappeared back into your skull at the elation of your orgasm oozing through your veins in each drawn out second of your body jerking against Mizu’s slender fingers buried inside you.

Spent exhales hissed against the openings of your teeth pressed against one another, lugging out the heavy breaths exhausting your tense muscles in the aftermath following your climax trickling along the ridges of Mizu’s knuckles carefully withdrawing from your cunt. Albeit with the slight aid of her strength upon tugging her palm away from the cushion of your thighs clamped together to envelop her hand between the heaps of soft flesh.

“I can’t take my fingers out if you trap me like this.” Mizu finally spoke up, cerulean gaze glinting up to meet your own as she cocked an eyebrow. You merely lulled your head back into the cloudy pillows hugging your head on both sides with a dry huff pushing past the glossy pink of your lips, courtesy of Mizu’s endless sloppy kisses assaulting your mouth during your earlier encounter moments ago.

“Mm. Don’t worry about it…” you hummed, the joints of your trembling knees muted in the afterglow of sex as you steadily parted your legs in slow, steady jerks. Shines of your cum decorated along her stiff digits truly was a sight to behold upon fixing your sights at Mizu steadily dragging her fingers out of your walls, throbbing along the ridges in tandem with your pulse.

Your breaths evening out in low groans gradually cleared alongside your hazed periphery, the dim candlelight of your shared room blurred together in a gradient tinted in gold. You could only blink through your lashes within the foggy sights of your whole life practically flashing before your eyes accompanying your earlier rush as Mizu idly rested the freezing callouses of her hands atop your reddened skin, twitching in periodic shivers beneath her touch.

Bloodied corpses, the stench of foul crimson drenched along the reflections of those aberrant irises reflected in the wave patterns crashing on the sharp ridge of her blade remained the first idea flashing in anyone’s mind upon thinking of the samurai. Overlooking any sign of justice or reason within Mizu remained to be the common speciality of most that strode past her, instilling the plague of her hatred that gnawed away at her from the moment she came into this cruel world.

Despite the hesitance that tore her apart from the inside out, the disdain of her mixed blood pumping across her veins as a loathed part of her identity she had wished to rip out, Mizu remained looking to you as her pillar of stability ingrained into the soils of her dreadful life. Your presence alone latched onto her like the sole peace closest to a sanctuary bestowed unto her by the gods themselves, warmed in the aftermath of eternal struggle to finally rest in the comfort of your arms.

Evidently so, Mizu wasn’t accustomed to returning gratitude due to the harsh toils of her life. It wasn’t uncommon to see the woman’s chin pinched between her index finger and thumb, carefully pondering as to how she would repay your kindness and display her love in some grandeur sense, with her glasses unnoticeably tipped over the bridge of her nose from how lost in thoughts she remained. The difficulty of synthesizing any gesture of kindness back had proved to be difficult, not only from her lack of such in childhood, yet also the nature of society being uninterested in lovers sharing any actions of thanks.

Yet such a difficult question wore away into a deep fervor the moment you both engaged in sexual intimacy for the first time. Mizu’s gaze widening as soon as she laid eyes on your body trembling at her feather light touch grazing over your skin lined with goosebumps was a sight you’d refuse to forget, taking in the mesmerized look boring across your figure as she drank in every little detail of you laid bare before her. You could tell how she longed to please you, devoting herself to you as her own personal form of thanks she couldn’t think up in the past.

From then on, she always brought it upon herself to take the lead whenever you two had sex, swallowing back any desire of her own to be touched for the sake of you feeling good. Pushing back any thought of herself getting off as she kept either her fingers or the harigata dug deep inside you, determined to earn more of that sweet expression of yours twisted in pleasure, the driving force being her need to show you how much she loved you.

She didn’t know any other way she could display her affection besides the usual gestures of kissing you or grasping you in her tight embrace, the words ‘I love you’ even uttered from her mouth feeling empty. It truly wasn’t enough for her, it was as if she was unable to truly convey how much she cherished you, relished in the adoration of you glued to her as her woman.

So naturally, if she could make you feel good—feel loved through the act of sexual passion enveloping you both whole, then she’d make sure it wasn’t for her own gain, that you knew she wanted to focus on you. And only you.

“(Name)..”

Swallowing back the drools of saliva accumulated on your tongue through occasional gasps, you blinked your eyes open to whip your head over at Mizu. Who was off to the side scrambling together her fresh clothing neatly folded in a stack as she rose to her feet, her tall stature glowing bare in the streaks of candlelight accentuating the flushed tint of her skin coated in a thin blanket of sweat.

“We should clean ourselves up. We don’t want to be late for Taigen’s engagement celebration.”

Nodding, you staggered to the wobbling ground of stability tensed in your legs, dug into the ground with every ounce of remaining energy that you kept. Right, Taigen had a new bride who he had fallen for recently, and was dead set on marrying the woman the second he realized he was into her. To both you and Mizu however, the prospect of him quickly falling for this woman only molded a feeling of shrouded unease, especially considering how he had been head over heels for Akemi not too long ago.

“You think we could do this again after the celebration? I don’t feel..satisfied enough.”

“When we’re drunk off our asses?”

“Basically.”

“Hm. Why not. I suppose it could feel nice with liquid courage.”

Tremors of your shaky palm jittered as you took Mizu’s hand for support, damp fingers intertwined as you nearly slept while standing in the familiar friction of her calloused hand grazing your own comfortably.

“There’s a stream nearby. Let’s go there and wash up.”

—

“Congrats, Taigen! Marrying a beautiful girl like this, truly befitting of a man as great as you!”

Taigen chucked at the stranger’s compliment, tilting his head back to eye the looming crowd’s incessant chatter as his bride sat beside him. Several people had gathered to celebrate Taigen’s engagement, delighting in the lavish arrangement in eruptions of laughter accompanied by the clank of teacups filling your ears. At a safe distance away, you noticed a scoff pushing past Mizu’s lips, the corners curving up into a slight smirk as the two small cups of sake before you two remained untouched.

Her fingers snaked beneath the rounded bowl of her cup, thumb tracing along the curves rounding upward along the ceramic as she rested the rim against her bottom lip. Allowing spills of the alcohol to run down her tongue, you followed suit in sipping the sake intently, the dry bitterness seeping into your mouth to overtake your senses in a drowsy heaven inhibiting your rational thought.

“You know, I can’t believe that Taigen finally got someone he could stick with.” She slurred, amused at the other samurai lazing off in the indulgence of food and alcohol splayed out on a short table in front of him.

“Oh yeah? Akemi here seems to think he’s pretty brainless as well for running off back then when he got his chignon cut off.” You replied, face dusted a gentle pink as you caught the princess seated beside you shooting you a disapproving glare.

Mizu’s rounded eyes lowered as she nudged you for a brief moment, uncharacteristically being unable to stop downing sip after sip of the sour richness burning down her throat. Perhaps you should allow her to satiate herself by drowning in alcohol tonight, considering the lack of the worry eliminating liquid ever being something she had indulged in through her hardships of life.

You’d allow her to relax. Get as drunk as she wanted. Mizu truly deserved it after all the shit she’s been through.

Sliding the pale ceramic tokkuri toward her, grating against the wood in a high screech, your own drunken gaze lingered onto the swordswoman greatfully accepting the go to indulge in the alcohol granted to her as much as she wanted. As Mizu continued to pour her own cup, disregarding anyone who could do so for her, you drew in a breath, shifting closer to Akemi.

“Hey, Akemi?”

She craned her neck over to face you, dulled brown eyes fixed primarily on her own cup of sake. Excusing herself from her husband, Akemi raised an eyebrow in your direction, as if prompting you to speak. Right. She still had a bit of a grudge against both you and Mizu, even if it was miniscule.

“Well?”

“I just wanted to ask if you were alright…you were romantically involved with Taigen at some point were you not?”

Akemi shook her head briefly, hand planting onto her lap to smooth out the fine silks and fabrics of her clothing beholding the shogun’s crest—almost as if she was showing off the high status of her opulent lifestyle as an indication she wasn’t even remotely close to being unhappy among the Itoh clan with the shogun’s son—well, now brother as Takayoshi’s elder brother had taken the chair.

“I couldn’t care less about that arrogant man child.” She stated firmly, bringing the personal porcelain cup to her lips as she took a sip of the sake downed past the darkened, black pearls of her teeth. A sigh hummed in a satisfied vibration against your throat, glad that the princess had forgotten about Taigen in pursuit of her own goals, and her contentment with the current life spent with Takayoshi.

Your head spun into the deep swirls of a typhoon overtaking every sense of yours able to perceive the world properly, the fuzzy effects of the alcohol flipping the teetering border between heightening and blocking your senses. One moment, everything was clear, sharp like a lens outlining every little detail of the world. While the next, the distinct crowds of people grouped together into blurred globs, similar to a stroke of paint messily blending into the other within an abstract painting.

Glancing over at Mizu, your brows raised in surprise as your eyes roamed over your lover continuing to carelessly swallow down the beverage, a slim stream of clear sake unnoticeably trickling from the corner of her lip to drop onto her kimono in a small, darkened dot. Despite your flickering vision wavering in and out of an uncertain puzzlement of a perfect and imperfect world, you were certain Mizu was…gorgeous.

Had she always been this captivating? Sure, she was beautiful, yet you don’t believe she had left you this entranced and locked onto her features for this long. Your vision greedily consumed every little detail of her body, down to the single crease of fabric lined along her kimono clothed over her ribs as your hazed sight somehow made out her perfectly each time despite the woozy effects of the alcohol racking your mind.

Perhaps your peripheray was playing tricks on you, or simply mustering up bundles of courage that heightened your perception of Mizu’s dusted features as the swish of sake involuntarily pumping in your chest masked your vision in the obstruction of your crowned lashes fluttering up and down in your drunken state.

And as if in an intertwinement of your souls grasping onto each other in accordance with the other, mirroring your every move in the deep interconnection of your affection transcending past physical touch and words of affirmation—you swore you noticed Mizu do the same, her blue irises staring you down from the corner of her eye with that look, screaming out how perfect you looked in the storm of her intoxication clouding her senses.

It was as if you were kissed by the rays of both tenderness and beauty laying their hands along your body from every direction, the most ‘irrelevant’ of details, your imperfections, everything was engulfed in the shroud of perfection.

And of course, you could say the exact same, her own imperfections a flame of your reason for living in this world, the hold of her hemmed between your arms or vice versa being the remedy to any ailment the universe dared to even poke at you with.

You of course, were the cure to her ailment of hatred, the one that had consumed her for so long its foul grasp tainting her soul in the depths of agony.

Mizu stumbled across her own buckled knees as she tried to navigate her way over to you, lips parted like an impaired human being unable to see properly. Guilty of excessively consuming alcohol yourself, you staggered over to your lover through the sear of your muscles aching as if they were being gnawed at by some wild animal.

Even in the state you were in, the way Mizu twitched in an uncharacteristically dazed manner wrought an immediate concern as to take her back home, or to an inn at the very least, your hand tapping at the ground in several missed attempts to land on top of hers. Once you finally landed your palm to collide with the roughened bumps of her knuckles, it prompted Mizu’s eyes to trail upwards to meet yours, her own pupils dilated and fluffed over with the hazed effects of the alcohol slowing down time itself within her nerves as her head bobbed up and down in an attempt to keep it up.

She could certainly drink more, and she had enough energy to do something. Just…not necessarily anything rational until she was sober.

Firmly asserting yourself to rise to your feet, you tightly slung Mizu’s limp arm over your shoulder, the burden of her weight dragging down on your body as you struggled to keep her up with a huff. She was skinny from malnutrition, sure. But that didn’t exactly mean you were in any state yourself to carry a swordswoman built with a good amount of muscle on her lean frame.

Nevertheless, you hoisted the samurai against the curve of your back firmly, grunting at the pressure weighing down on you and jerking back up in accordance with the way her eyelids fluttered shut before snapping back open. Evidently so, you could tell the distant trance Mizu was plunged into, a newfound act of her slurred words and flushed cheeks becoming of a sight you thought you’d never see, as she had refused even a drop of alcohol to land on her tongue in the past. Your pointer finger cautiously located her glasses slipping off of her nose, pinpointing the center through your own doubled view as you proceeded to push them back up.

Yeah. You both were far too drunk to consider staying any longer.

Resting your chin atop Mizu’s shoulder, you were barely able to ignore the brief tingle of the navy fabrics tickling your chin as your hand rose to signal your goodbyes to Taigen, pushing back the urge to roll your eyes at the brisk nod he delivered you in response almost dismissively.

—

Bundles of your hair squeezed between her fists as Mizu tugged at the back of your head certainly stood as a surprise you didn’t expect yourself to be in the moment you got home. The wavering heat of sake stinging your nostrils as the odor of alcohol remained rubbed across every inch of Mizu’s body, her lips being no exception as it batted against your lip in a wash of what you could only describe as desperation.

Her lower lip colliding against your own mirrored the familiar thrill Mizu sought from the scrape of a katana against another in the joys of a friendly duel. Rather this time, the clash of your lips pushing against hers induced their excitement in one more physical—closer to the woman she craved, yet sparking the same, if not a more intensified fuel that roused her longing for you.

To be honest, it was a fairly new feeling to adjust to with the unfamiliar nudge of the harigata resting against your hips, palm tracing along the thick shell as your nervous expression fixed onto Mizu. She was absolutely out of it, her eyes that were usually sprawled in with hate, an unforgiving storm that wrecked ship after ship in its floods of a tempestuous maelstrom, finally calmed to the ripple of a steady stream.

In your own hazy blindness, you refused to focus on anything else outside of your lover, blocking out even the howl of the winds blowing outside of the room as you kept your gaze on the pale moonlight filtered through the paper doors glowing along the slivers of her bare ribs. Mizu’s low moans rang in your ears as they fell from every corner of the room past her pretty lips just from the mere kisses you peppered along her body, hands resting along her bare hips to steady her, as if you were worshipping a goddess from the delicate manner in which you handled her.

The blur of your head sinking away any other feeling but desire slowly crawled in to nearly overcome your senses, the gnawing urge to just ram yourself inside her cunt growing enticingly appealing to you right about now. Yet with the little rationale that grappled within you, you instead cleared your throat, looking down at the entrancing woman sprawled out before you, heavy lidded to meet your gaze in her daze of need.

“Mizu…are you- sure? I mean, you’re still not in the best mind and-“

Her nod was more than enough to cut you off, unable to spit out any more words through the gasps occupying her throat at the moment.

“It was for a while. I just couldn’t find it in me to express it to you.”

“You…I- ugh..”

You sighed, unable to properly formulate your thoughts as you simply gave up. Pressing your lips back to hers hungrily, the decision was crystal clear in your head, eyes closed as you succumbed to the wash of Mizu alluring your into her hold. It was final, you didn’t care about anything else. Who heard, who saw, or even if you were condemned to death by any god who saw the two of you entangled so closely together, impossible to seperate.

You just wanted her. You needed Mizu right now. Nothing else mattered in the growing need to make love to her screaming at you with all its might.

Quick blows of air expelled from her lungs danced along your tongue in the heat of the kiss, your lips holding onto hers as your hands ran along the scarred sanctity of her shoulders. A treasure you would never even think to ruin no matter what threatened to break you down, the sight of her vulnerable and open for you to touch a rare piece of her soul you had uncovered and promised to cherish. Mizu could only thrash about, yearning for the thick shell pressed against the flat of her stomach as the center barely touched upon her slit.

Of course, she’d used it on you countless times, and adored your legs spread wide open to take her every time. And yet, it was still her first time taking the harigata herself, finding the extra sensitivity throbbing along her nerves to be quite a surprise considering she’s done something similar before.

Mizu sharply hissed through her teeth as her hands flew up to dig her fingers into your back, indenting the callouses of each one into the stretch of your flesh each time she felt the head of your cock prodding forward against her. The leisurely roll of your hips ground against her own ached for the burning friction she chased, her heart hammering against her chest in the blanket of painful anticipation cast over her each time the tip pressed to her, yet not pushing in like she wanted.

“Could you maybe lay on your stomach?”

Your embarrassed squeak of a voice pathetically spoken caught her attention, the red tinted hue sprinkled over your face as you kept your hold on her hips tight. Smoothing over the brief curves of her sides, you pursed your lips at how she pivoted over to rest her grip on the edge of the mattress, knees aand elbows holding her up as Mizu peeked past her shoulder to fix her gaze onto you.

Craning over, your chin rested on the dents of her bony shoulder, tilting your head over in the warmth of silent tenderness to dig the tip of your nose into the crook of her neck from the side. Mizu couldn’t help but reciprocate such a loving gesture delivered from you, pressing her cheek over as best as she could while keeping herself held up on her arms and knees, barely even noticing the length of the harigata laying against her rear.

Finally, an encounter with the echos of bliss chimed along the enclosure as you squeezed your eyes shut anxiously, biting down your teeth against the tense muscle of your tongue clicked against the roof of your mouth in worry as Mizu’s drawn out whine ripped out of her throat. Her breaths shook out heavily as her chest heaved up and down with your fervent motions paced inside her, your grasp cupped around the plush of her hips as your gaze raked over her bare back, rhythmically rocking back and forth against your cock sheathing inside her with her head hung low.

Curtains of her dark hair obscured her face in the intoxicating sensations of the harigata stretching open the damp walls of her cunt, the stretched out grasp on your cock drooling against the toy pushing back against your waist sucked it in with the deathly grip of a thousand armies. Despite struggling against the initial issue of her pussy clamped around you, you couldn’t help but weaken your resolve at her struggling to bite back the chorus of low pitched moans gradually heightening in pitch with each thrust of your hips slapping against the back of her cunt.

Mizu’s whimpers only grew more frequent as her already blended vision continued to fog up further, thighs partially folded apart to expose the strokes of shining slick reflected along the back of her slit, eventually loosening up more and more through her moans nearly screaming out.

“Haah..fuck..more-“

You’d be lying if you said that your surprise didn’t cause you to falter said movements a little. After all, she had never been like this, practically begging for you to shove your cock deeper inside her as her hips steadied themselves enough to push back against you. You retracted your head off her shoulder to lean back with your torso upright, yet not ceasing the movements of fucking into her for even a second, savoring the full-picture sight of her taking your cock to the hilt, almost as if she was eager for each tingling sensation of your dick splitting her open in a stretch to accommodate you.

Her wanton moans only persisted through even as Mizu’s well built arms struggled to keep her upright in the erotic position, her taut muscles searing in a blanking ecstasy around your cock spearing against her. Incoherent slurs of “don’t stop” and “so good” were the only things you could make out in her drawls of pleasure blabbering in nothing but broken moans and whimpers spilling past her feverish lips as your hips collided with her rear skin to skin.

Chewing at your lip to hold back your own noises, you drew in a shaky breath at the sight of her greedy cunt swallowing your cock in no matter how deep you sheathed yourself into her. Signifying her covetous desire toward the woman she loved, her need for you almost insatiable as she never wanted to let you go. Dropping her arms to sink into the futon, her torso rested into the mattress eneveloping her worn out body, before gasping out at the aid of you raising her rear up to meet your hips once more. You were the light in her once shadowed world of torturous hatred, you truly loved her, she swore would never lose something like this again. Ever.

Even after the rush of her juices adorned the length of your dick, her recovery from her orgasm was short lived as you rested your hands on her shoulders, gesturing her to turn over once more. Mizu’s thirst for a further horizon of pleasure overpowered the exhaustion of her body, lulling over onto her back as she allowed your grasp to snake under her knees and brush over the quaking tremors of her shaky thighs.

Pressing her knees forward, you hastily aligned the head of your cock with the leaking opening of her cunt, already stretched out as her folds glistened in heaps of her cum smeared against her in an erotic work of art. You planted a kiss against her neck, allowing your hot breath still lingering of sake to fan against the damp sweat of her chest.

“You’ve always taken care of me, let me do the same for you.”

With that single whisper, you ran the shell along her slit experimentally blind eyed, locating her hole before penetrating the tip past her soaked folds, and wringing out those sweet noises of hers once more.

Each thrust of yours hitting deep along the velvety contractions of her pussy trapping your cock inside her grazed against her cervix occasionally, the rugged head splitting her as her moans swallowed you whole in tandem with her cunt engulfing your cock inside her, squeezing tight as if she begged you to never leave. Mizu’s unending strings of moans were the only thing you wanted to hear, the only voice you could truly get lost in upon relishing the vocal, loud gasps drawling out of her whenever you cut away any space between you two, grinding your hips to her clit within the comfort of her whines spurring you on.

Mizu’s eyes locked with yours as you resumed your harsh movements thrusting inside of her, crescent marks embedded from the blunts of her nails tearing at your back with her gaze practically refusing to leave yours. Brows furrowed, she savored the languid hug of your lips to her for a brief moment in the exhilaration of your eyes boring into hers, each heavy breath hung in the air through each others movements professing volumes of your love through the intensity of unspoken words.

You quickly descended your lips back down onto Mizu’s, taking in each whimper vibrating against your mouth as you could practically taste her noises spilling against your tongue, slamming your hips forward with her knees nearly pushed to her chest. Through the melody of her high pitched moans, you acknowledged her teetering over the edge of another orgasm as her eyes rolled back in breaking contact with yours, clenching around your cock digging inside her spongy walls broken off with her pleading sob.

Mizu trembled under your hold as her chest heaved up and down, gentle dusts of pink decorating her chest in the aftermath of her climax unwinding within her. A grunt hummed against her hoarse throat as you withdrew your cock from her pussy slipping its grip off of the harigata, eyelids masking over her irises as she lay limp on her side, fighting back her drained state urging her to sleep. You simply kicked out of the toy around your waist, deciding to clean it in the morning as you stared down her cum pooling down the shell head, before setting it aside and fitting yourself against Mizu’s back.

You could feel yourself growing tired as well, cradling yourself in the comfort of your leg draped over her waist as you surrendered to the soft solace of holding the one person you’d burn down the world for.

—

“Shit…I know we had sex, but why does it ache all over? More than usual..” Mizu complained as she wove a hand through her messed locks, fingers digging into her scalp as she crossed her legs together. She cocked an eyebrow at your smug expression set over to her, her blue eyes dusted over with her usual groggy morning freshness.

“…(Name), what did you do.”

The samurai squinted over at you, pondering upon and piecing together every possibility of what could have possibly happened for you to be looking like such a haughty prick. You only giggled in response, leaning over as you flicked your pointer finger over her nose devilishly.

“Wouldn’t you like to know, Mizu?”

A/N: FINALLY I FINSIHED I DIDNT HAVE TIME TO FINISH THIS EARLIER THIS WEEK YWASSSSS anyway again, I was so ridiculously embarrassed writing this I’m crying. And posting this on Ugadi is lowkey crazy but ykw it’s okay and ngl this was a little just a TEENY bit self indulgent

I CANT GET BOTTOM MIZU OFF MY MIND IM SORRY I THOUGHT OF THE IDEA BEHIND THE NSFW PART DURING MY MATH TEST TODAY.

She’s so gorgeous pls I love my wife I miss her sm

also, a somewhat important a/n, this may be my last fic for a bit and I’ll have to go on break, considering final exams are coming up. feel free to leave requests, but I will not be writing until after atleast two months.

ily mizu nation and my followers ily all

my gf isn’t she beauiful

[churchofpossum]

A meme redraw I did bcs it had such Douglas energy.

[a-cat-in-toffee]

i miss my heroes, tails. i miss them a lot.

[arieswritez]

yandere mark nsfw alphabet😳😳 loved the idea

cw; DARK CONTENT! MDNI!!! rape, breeding/baby trapping, dacryphilia, asphyxiation, abusive 'relationships', edging, predator/prey dynamics, nipple play, kidnapping, food tampering, mentions of suicidal ideation, threats of violence, implied death, manipulation, victim blaming, branding, mentions of incapacitation.

about; nsfw alphabet ft. cray cray mark x gn! reader xx a/n; a couple of u asked for this so here it is :D not edited & straight off the dome so excuse any grammatical errors. will edit if necessary xx

A= Aftercare

'aftercare' with yandere mark is patronizing and condescending. a lot of shushing, wiping your tears, and asking why you're so upset. you asked for this with all your fucking cock teasing. it couldn't have been that bad, i mean, he did make you cum! why can't you just let good things happen to you? ;(

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

mark loves your eyes <3 it's the first thing he's noticed from you. how they seemed to gleam and widen while you gave him your undivided attention. he can't count the amounts of times he had to excuse himself and jack off in the bathroom: imagining how your eyes would water with his cock stuck down your throat. or the way your eyebrows would furrow while he jack hammered into you.

C= Cum

yan mark definitely likes marking you with his cum. he likes to see it dripping off your face, along your belly, your thighs, but most importantly, he loves it when he watches it drip out of you. whether you can get pregnant or not - and good luck if you can - there's just something primal about cumming inside of you. marking you in and out.

D= Dirty secret

he's a masochist just as much as he's a sadist. his little obsession with you caused him to get a tattoo of your name <3 right at his adonis belt 🥺 so everytime he's in too deep,, your hands desperately try to hold his hips back,, and your blunt nails dig into the curved lines of your name. it never fails to make his eyes roll into the back of his head 🫶🏽🤭

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

canon typical mark is (was) a blushy lil virgin but yan!mark has a tad bit more experience. he's attractive, he's funny, he knows how to play into the slightly awkward charm that got you to lower your defenses. so it's safe to say it isn't hard to find random hookups every now and then.

it's not all about his experience. he just knows what you like.

you may not know it, but he's. . done his research. and by that i mean, he's logged into your computer or your phone and looked through your browser history. he knows what kind of porn you like. and some of those things are borderline freaky. here you are, acting all innocent, like you wouldn't hurt a fly. or high and mighty like no one would ever dare snuff out your flame.

who would've known you were such a desperate slut?

but that's okay! because he's willing to do anything to satisfy you. . or humiliate you by making you cum. he feels it takes you down a peg, when he pins you down and makes you cum even though you don't want to. even though your mind is racing a mile a minute, trying to hold your climax back while he plays with your clit/cock.

unbeknownst to you, he's watched you masturbate. knows the right amount of pressure & speed that gets your toes curling. he knows you so well & he can't wait to learn more about you 💕

F= Favorite position

mark loves watching you squirm beneath him. most importantly, he loves taking you down. he might even make you think you can get away. the chase, the constant cat and mouse you'd subject him to used to be torture. your teasing, the occasional sliver of skin as you stretched, the way you'd lay your head on his lap as the two of you watched television, the way you'd grin when he blushed. . and the wrestling. god, the play wrestling.

he used to let you win. but now. . now this is real. there's real consequences. so he makes you think you can kick him off while you flail. maybe even lets you get up and run. your elbows are all scuffed during the struggle and he's given you a busted lip, but he lets you think you've won.

god knows he'll catch up eventually.

the games he'd play made you cocky. you thought you were stronger than him instead of considering that it was just him playing nice. so he loves to watch the look of defeat, of deception, anger, and disappointment towards yourself when it's revealed he could've had his way with you all along.

he loves to be on top.

but sometimes,

sometimes,

he likes it when you're on top. some things never change. and lets just say he didn't always let you win play wrestling just because he was trying to be a gentleman. but because he liked the way your weight felt on top of him as you grinned triumphantly, pinning his wrists down.

now, of course, things have changed. he can't let you have all the control. pity. but he forces you to ride him: his hand wrapped around your throat. he could really hurt you if he so much as wanted to. . something he hisses into your ear whenever your pace so much as falters. he makes you work for it. and it takes longer to make him cum when you ride him. fear makes you clumsy, makes your legs shake more, and you're sore and achy and tired, which makes it all the more fun.

so i think his fave is when he forces you to be on top :)

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

yan!mark teases you a lot. comments on how many times he's made you cum, pinches your nipples just to hear you squeal. he's only ever quiet and serious when he's in a bad mood.

H= Hair

mark's trimmed but not necessarily shaved.

you, on the other hand, have to be shaved. not because he finds it unattractive (if anything, it makes him feral. makes him feel like you're something meant to be conquered, something to be domesticated. controlled.)

hence his decision to have you shaved at all times. it's about control.

he forces you into the bath tub and watches as you shave, making sure you're all pretty for him. no, you don't get a say in the matter. you're his little doll. he'll do whatever he wants to you.

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

mark is rough. depending on the situation, he may start off slower, softer, easing into you while his words are pure venom. he's grinding into you, making you hiccup, because this type of 'love making' should be reserved for couples. not whatever the two of you have got going on. but of course, he speeds up. roughing you up the more into it he gets.

he's rough regardless of who the object of his affection is, but he's definitely rougher if you're on the masculine side. yan!mark doesn't like to be challenged. he doesn't like talk back. he doesn't like you running around thinking you're big and bad. so he has to knock you down a peg. force you to understand he's stronger than you.

he chokes you out, squeezing your throat until your vision spots. he likes to watch your face change colors. and when your mouth opens, desperately trying to suck in air, he spits onto your tongue 💗

likes it when you - confident, and tough, walking like nothing can ever hurt you - beg him to let you go. beg him not to kill you.

because, sometimes, you fear he just might.

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

he does! but when he gets you, there's really no need for that <3

when he hadn't kidnapped you, he'd masturbate all the time. it was the only way to relieve himself. like i rambled about before, he'd steal your underwear and cum into them, use them as tissues to wipe his abdomen clean.

secretly takes pictures of you - upskirts if you wear 'em,, or just candids. cums to your most mundane selfies.

if the two of you were close before he kidnapped you, debbie would send you all types of homemade treats. sweet or savory, whatever it was; you loved debbie's cooking. what you didn't know was that mark would add a little bit of his own . . twist to them. when you'd steal bites of his food, you always wondered why his tasted differently to yours.

and the way he'd stare at you as you ate, jesus.

you thought he just liked the way you'd wolf down whatever his mom cooked. turns out he just liked watching you eat his cum.

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

BREEDING!!! whether you can get pregnant or not, he loves the idea of claiming you for a lifetime. of changing your life and forcing you to carry his child. watching you grow round and hormonal. he knows he'd have to keep you on a tight leash; lest you do something you'll regret in order to escape your fate. but it'll be worth it. because after nine months, you'll have another life to look after. you'll be on edge all the time, protecting a fragile, little life, because you can't trust mark to do it.

after all, if you're really bad, he can always get rid of it. start all over again. and you wouldn't want that, would you~?

dacryphilia.

there's nothing like watching you cry. when you'd confide in him about your troubles, when you'd cry on his shoulder, seek solace in his company for whatever reason, and cry. . it'd be really hard to hide his erection. the first time you let yourself cry in front of him was a day he'd never forget. he couldn't stop thinking about it since. wonders if you tear up when someone fucks you. (you do. you will)

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

mark doesn't care where he takes you as long as he's got you. it can be in public or not, just as long as he takes you to the secondary location he'll keep you prisoner in. if it's in the au where nolan & him team up, there will be a compound with all the rebels. you'd be at the top floor in a comfy little penthouse. a gilded cage overlooking the remains of your burned city.

i think he'll first want to fuck you in a place where there'll be no interruptions. if it isn't in the au where him & nolan conquer earth, he knows how to play his role. doesn't want to risk being found raping you. he'll most likely fuck you in a place you hold dear to your heart. your bedroom, could be an example.

because wherever that safe space may be, you won't be able to stand being there without thinking about him.

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

he likes it when you act so sure of yourself. when someone's a bit cocky and bossy. it's nice to break you.

it is a whole lot easier when someone's shyer, though. wallflowers always blend into the background.

no one misses them when they go missing.

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

there's almost nothing mark won't do to you, sorry ;( even if he doesn't like it. . even if you both don't like it. . he'll always find a way to humiliate you if you've been bad. so it's advised you be on your best behavior if you really don't want him to do some fucked up shit to you. & believe him: it hurts him more than it hurts you!!

all he's ever wanted was to own you.

you were meant for him.

so why fight?

you both know you're not getting out of this alive

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

mark doesn't always give head unless it's to put you in your place. just to show you that he can make you cum and theres nothing you can do about it.

but he makes you choke on him all the time. he's impatient, forcing your head down and hiking his hips up to meet your face. if you've pissed him off, he'll pinch your nose and hold you down. loves to feel your nails dig into the bulk of his thigh. sometimes, you'll make him bleed. he doesn't care.

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

mark doesn’t last very long BUT he’s got a very short refractory period and can go for countless rounds. by the time you cum once, he’s already cum like three times and he’s ready for more. by then, he’s already fucked dumb. so your next orgasms will be forced out of you, roughed up and overstimulated as his cum leaks out of you, his cum acting as lube and making the slide intoxicatingly easy.

Q= Quickie

basically non-existent. he loves giving you his undivided attention. and he never stops after one round ;(

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

he loves trying new things with you. he's spent so much time fantasizing about you that he doesn't even know where to start the first time he gets his hands on you. he'll most likely force fuck you more than once in a day the first time he gets the chance to.

S= Stamina

(see pace <3)

T= Toys

loves using toys on you. if you’ve used them before him, he’ll force you to use them in front of him. it doesn’t take long before he takes control: grabbing them and fucking you with them. edging you. if you cum, then it’s only fair he cums, too, right? and you don’t really like that much ;( so best hold it in <3

U= Unfair (how do they tease? edge?)

mark loves to tease and edge you.

you say you hate him. you can't stand him touching you.

you bite and you snarl, kick and punch, yet when he has you pinned, edging you for hours on end. . you end up breaking. begging him to make you cum. of course, he coaches you through it. tells you he'll leave you alone once you cum, he promises. yet he drags it out for so long. hearing you ask to cum instead of asking him to stop is music to his ears.

except, mark is a liar. you shouldn't trust him.

he just ends up overstimulating you after you cum😒

V= Volume

lots of whispering and hissing, talks very quietly and carefully. you'd think he'd be loud. . but he's not. and despite the fact that he may say vile, disgusting things to you, he whispers them to you so nicely. . if he were saying anything else it'd be sweet. he's so patronizing ;( whimpers in your ear when he's close.

W= Wild card

really into pain.

since he's got his powers, it's not very often that he feels pain. sure, there are some fights with villains - while he's out playing the perfect hero in the mean time - that give him a few flashes of pain. but that's once a blue moon.

nothing compares to you.

you fight him like you're afraid he might kill you. and he might. but it's never his intention ;( he knows what kills and what doesn't (trust him) &, believe it or not, he doesn't want to lose you. but you fight him with such intensity he has to manhandle you more than he'd like.

your hits are surprisingly hard. you claw at him and punch and kick, and he's thought about breaking your legs more times than he can count - he still might if you catch him on a bad day - but then that'd leave you completely immobilized and that's really no fun. because he likes it when you make him bleed. he likes it when your hands slap against his face and when your nails try to claw his eyes out. he wears the bruises and the cuts you give him like badges of honor and he loves to bite his busted lip when he's close to cumming.

he loves it when you hurt him. and he loves it when he ends up winning, anyway.

X= X-ray (size)

5-6in & THICK. really pretty w/ plump balls. he cums SO much.

Y= Yearning (sex drive level)

he's got a HIGH sex drive.

you've teased him for so long he doesn't think he'll ever get enough of you. and there's nothing you can do to stop him. if the two of you weren't close - if the two of you weren't friends, etc. - there's nothing you can do to lay low. you'll catch his attention sooner or later and he'll weasel his way into your life before you even realize it. his intentions would appear pure at first. he'd be so caring, wondering if you're doing okay, and protective; who were you talking to? i don't think they're good for you~

and you listened. because it's mark you're talking about. but if you truly knew him, you'd realize his accusations were actually projections.

Z= Zzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

falls asleep fairly quickly after he's wrung himself dry. but that's only IF he's already taken you hostage. if he so happens to assault you while the two of you aren't where he'd like to keep you, he takes you there, first. coupled with his strange idea of aftercare, he is fairly affectionate. or as affectionate as you'd expect him to be, anyway. always with a hint of menace: he'd hold you tight against him, an arm around your waist and the other wrapped around your throat. making sure you don't so much as think about straying away from him 💗💗

[reminiscingtonight]

Dear Daphne van Domselaar,

I miss you.

Sincerely,

A depressed Arsenal fan

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

tired of not livin in my truth. soda would be enamored with hippies. that fucker would love a volksvan n to dick across the country with the dead heads n the cowboys. he would have taken his dumbass to Woodstock, smoked too much weed, kissed Steve on the mouth n then sworn the stuff off for good. (the weed. not the kissin Steve. he very much enjoys that.) he'd have the most busted up record player known to man. he'd wear flower crowns. he'd doesn't deserve to go to war n come back missin that part of him that fuckin glowed. sodapop curtis would have loved the hippies. n he would have hated that fuckin war for all he was worth.

[astrostrudels]

“flexes are stupid” blah blah blah cant hear you too busy looking at my wife

[erinwantstowrite]

bear with me here because i'm gonna ramble about something i've been thinking about for a while... and i'm not complaining, i'm just noticing

sometimes i think we've leaned so far into the vigilante side of the batfam that we miss out on what really makes their characters: detective work. we need more mysteries in their lives that don't lead up to some big bad "we already know who's doing it" or an "end of the world" or "yet again: this fucking guy." we need more stuff where spy movie music plays in the background and dumb adventures that don't lead up to some huge grand event with a big name villain. the shock factor stops being shocking or interesting in any capacity if we're like "Gah! the Joker! ... Again!" or whatever

does that even make sense? like "yeah sure they're blowing up a building again and there's hostages. oh look they're gonna poison the water supply." these aren't bad and that's not what i'm getting at because obviously this is a classic for comics. you need to have characters/antagonists that show up more than once and who can make a story better by being in it. and i did say to bear with me- that's because im tired. so like i hope im getting this across the right way? it's just that sometimes i don't wanna see a huge explosion, i want these motherfuckers solving a regular murder or a disappearance or regular corruption in a local office without it being tied to a grand reveal like "actually this person knows you as a long lost relative" or "they were at that circus can you guess which night they went?" that kind of thing? if you get me? like... more of the small time stuff makes the big stuff important, it makes it stand out more. at some point, the format gets repetitive even if you're switching up the villains. you can make these situations/mysteries still fun to solve for the characters and fun to read for the audience if you do it right

the concept of a detective dressed as a bat and having a sidekick in traffic light colors is inherently goofy as hell??? but that is what is so charming about it??? i think we have lost the balance between them being silly while also being intelligent with important conversations that criticize the world as we see it and teach lessons and can go over dark topics. nowadays it's always end of the world problems or just straight up the most gruesome true crime you can think of?? or they can ONLY do the dark stuff and the criticism without offering a balance of the good in the world. or we keep coming back to the FUCKING JOKER-

like yes they are vigilantes and with that comes a different level of their work, but their brand should be a mix between a black and white detective film that can get very nitty gritty and a classic spy movie, that kind of thing. at the end of the day, it's what makes them so different from the superheroes. that's what appeals to me.

seeing them in the big superhero groups is fun, don't get me wrong. it's always funny to see them standing next to people who are so powerful they never really fit in with anyone but each other, who chose to step up and use their powers for good. the Bats' specialty is Gotham and yet here they are stopping a god or whatever. and they do stop the god or whatever, all the while being an important leader and strategist to their teammates. they're important to have in these cases. but if there's a world ending event every time i pick something up, it's not as fun

the fact that they are so very human and not fantastical is why i like reading them. it's what makes the joke of people, even Gotham citizens, theorizing about them being cryptids, funny. they're fucking weird but that's because they're detectives. people who love to solve mysteries usually have a fatal flaw of curiosity. they forget the bounds between social interactions sometimes because they're used to working through problems or being intertwined with partners that understand them. but they're very much human. so human that it hurts them in many ways. and idk i've just been thinking about it lately and idk what point i'm trying to get across actually

it's just that in my eyes that's how it really is for Batman- a black and white movie narrated by a very serious man who took up a job to help people, one that has a deeper commentary on the world and viewed outwardly as pessimistic but actually has a deep hope for his city and who tries to help even the people who have wronged others. He's a stationary man in the belief that him being a constant can serve to soothe others and help them move forward. He stays in the middle of the path so he can tell everyone what is up ahead. he blends into the Gotham rainy night to serve justice but in a way that saves both the victim and the perpetrator. (the way he tucks a Robin into his cape is the same he does for Gotham with his mere presence.) and his background is actually so important to his story and yet people still somehow gloss over the lesson from it? he lost his parents because of a man who was on the opposite end of the spectrum to where he was in life. and yet he chose to help the people like the man that killed his parents. he could have done anything else with his power and money, but he instead is choosing to bring as many people up with him as he can. He's Mr. Serious that no one else can get a read on. and yet he walks into a room and he's already piecing together your life and what you're going through because he thinks it matters. he comforts people who have lost something or someone or themselves. I picture Batman and I don't picture a man trying to save the world, I picture a detective walking around a crime scene and trying to save at least one person every time he puts on the cape. and he put on the cape and became a vigilante because then he could go out of the bounds of what laws have been set up- and specifically, Gotham has other people in power who are corrupt, keeping the system that way. that's why Batman being a billionare and throwing himself into helping people at the risk of his own life is so important. he knows that if you are alive, you have something or someone to lose, no matter who you are. the dude is a bleeding heart but he doesn't know how to express it, in fear that if he gets too close, if he moves down the path with them, he'll be lost again

and then he's met with someone who should be a complete opposite, but isn't at all, because they're two sides of the same coin. his partner in crime, his son, a boy that is nothing like the black and white world that he sees. and that's the point in his life where he first sees that potentially getting lost is worth the risk. Robin is color and passion that needs guidance to move forward, but can not do so unless the stationary man learns to move with him. the kid is loud and reckless and you'd think he's from a different genre from the detective but they aren't so different, really. not when you look close enough. Dick grew up moving from place to place and seeing the world, knowing so many different people from different cultures. He's been learning to fly and jump and embrace the free fall his entire life. He's clever and he's sharp, and he thrives in the action and adventure. it's that perspective that compliments the stationary man. one is steady and the other pushes. he's the same genre but a different generation. and Batman introducing him to the way of life he chose for himself was another way he could save someone. because let's be real for a second? Dick would have gone down a very dark path had he not had Bruce, who understood, who saw not just himself in the kid but also saw who the kid has been his entire life until now. he saw Dick's parents, he saw the family he had in the circus, he saw the joy he had in what his family was doing. he saw the grief and the fire and the color that Dick's world was made of. because to Bruce, it always matters. Dick had to come to terms with Bruce's perspective to help anyone who they come across, to always give more chances, and it kept Dick from losing his color

what gets me is that the man who lives in the black and white world can actually see many different shades of gray (because black and white always needs the medium), whereas the boy in a world of color and light can get so focused on the bright that he can become single minded. and yet the boy sees a world of color and delves deeper into the lives of the peolle they come across and can be much more open minded, and the man in the black and white world sometimes forgets the shades of grey are right there. they are just like each other. they can exist without the other, but do they want to? because the black and white can be built up into the colored image, like the inking and shadows drawn on a comic book page before the colors are added in. they meet in the middle to complete each other. Bruce has been passing the story over to the next generation for a long, long time, even before his story was complete. and just like with the first Robin, it was so for every Robin afterwards. they each color in the lines differently, but that's what makes Robin so special, so unique. they are an art style that branches into their own life, but can not forget where they started: tucked into Batman's cape and the inky black of his world

and so detective work really frames their hunanity to me. the mysteries they get their hands on, the glimpses into the lives of Gotham citizens that they swore to protect, it's fascinating. it's what makes their story stand out compared to the people who can lift trucks or cast spells or run around the world in seconds. so yeah ig that's what i'm trying to say? that i want to read more of that? in both canon and fanon. cause even the small time villains we see can be like. AWFUL people and it takes out the fun of their gimmicks. and if it were any other day this would be a more coherent post but alas, it is not any other day

[mxmarsbars]

who really cares

redraw of both of these. technically??

[jackandjoker]

guys can we talk about jokes smiles for jack. can we

[fru1typunch]

Good Omens season two is coming out a week before Heartstopper season two.

In honor of that I just wanted to remind everyone that canonically, Good Omens was one of Nick Nelson's bisexual realizations™ in Heartstopper lmao. And I of course have to mention Nick and Charlie dressing up as Aziracrow for Halloween afterwards, they are so precious. Two beloved silly little gay British book-to-screen series dropping their second seasons one week apart is gonna ruin me.

And as always, like Nick said;

[snuffkip]

Virge and Lo