#Miss Blue's writing

[heartmaddie]

ISAGI YOICHI was already enamoured from just the soft pink blush which glazed your cheeks, fingers wrapped around a small plastic bag as he looked down at you in surprise. Not once in his sixteen years of living had he ever received something on this somewhat momentous day, besides from a few mindless sweets from a classmate. So he was quite surprised when the person he had been secretly plotting on was standing right in front of him, heart bared to him and all.

His eyes flickered between your nervous expression and the high-quality handmade chocolates which were enveloped between your shaking fingers. A small smile found its way onto his lips, eyes crinkled endearingly as he let out a small chuckle, catching your attention. 

He took the pink plastic bag into his own hands, admiring the sprinkle ridden sweets which it cased. He had already seen the candy which you had given to your classmates, a mere comparison to the ones he withheld now. It was cute - how every detail was perfected, down to the placement of a pearl-like sprinkle. 

“Isagi, I-” You stop yourself. Lips stuttered open and close, blush only deepening once his lips pulled into a smirk. 

He let his head cock to the side, watching you with a curious eye as you fumbled over your words, over his name, unable to compose the jumble of thoughts running through your head. He took a step forward as your eyes trailed down to the floor again, fingers fiddling with the sleeves of your white uniform.

Honestly, he wanted to hear your confession fall from pink lips more than he’d like to imagine, which is why he found himself tugging you a bit closer, leaning into your ear to whisper,

“You were saying?”

He could almost feel the fire which seeped from your cheeks, finding seclusion pressed against his chest. Your face, flushed a pretty shade of burgundy, looked up at him curiously, somewhat surprised at the almost intimate arm he wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. 

Isagi had decided that, if you weren’t going to say it, then he would.

“Do you like me too?” He mumbled softly, fingers brushing against your shirt-clothed arm as he tugged you closer. You nodded, and he pressed his lip together tightly, suppressing a sweet sound which threatened to bubble out of his throat. He was so captivated by everything about you, how you melted so perfectly against him.

Maybe that’s why he found himself the next month, spending tireless hours tempering his own rich, delicate bonbons with a perfectly arranged bouquet of your favourite florals, sitting opulent, on the counter nearby.

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[bluerosefox]

Family Resemblance

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I had another 11pm brain worm.

Enjoy

-x-x-

Daniel Wayne, the younger toddler brother of Bruce Wayne and the son of Martha and Thomas Wayne had been kidnapped the night their parents were murdered.

Daniel had been snagged the moment their killer heard people headed to the alley and Bruce in his state of shock didn't realize it until it was far to late and could only scream in horror (from everything) as his baby brother is crying his name. (If you wanna make it even more heart wrenching, make it Danny's first time being able to say Bruce's name right and/or Bruce had said some mean things to Danny earlier after he accidentally broke something of Bruce's, something like 'I wish youd go away' or 'I never wanted a brother, you're such a bother!')

Bruce is being held by Alfred as some police officers are chasing down the Wayne's parents killer while some stay behind to see if they could do something.

Minutes turn to hours and as they wait, praying the police at least found Danny, Bruce is ridden with guilt. From his parents death to allowing his brother to be kidnapped.

Eventually the police return to give Alfred and Bruce the news. And it's not good.

The killer escaped and Danny was nowhere to be found.

And it would take many years before he would be found.

-x-x-

Bruce gets a call from Damian during school hours one day. When he answers he is greeted with Damian demanding him to get to the school and explain himself.

Confused Bruce asks what does he mean and Damian responds with

"The two new students in class today are the spitting images of you and I father! Either they are poorly created clones or you have more hidden blood children!"

-x-x-

Meanwhile the very students being discussed are calling up someone too

"Ellie? Dan? What's wrong? You better not have made too much chaos already, I just paid for the uniforms for that place."

"DAD! I THINK ANOTHER ONE OF THE FRUITLOOPS FAILED CLONES SOMEHOW SURVIVED!"

"What?"

[mihii-i]

Hiii, can You write Moder!mizu g!p and female reader with Breeding Kink ? (Obviously safe)

netflix and chill.

Pairings: mizu x fem!reader

CW: nsfw, female reader, afab reader, g!p, modern au, breeding, marking, digging ur nails idfk, begging, mizu has a diq obviously read the request, if you don’t like this don’t interact cause I don’t headcanon this either but others do so leave me alone, netflix and chill yippee, penetration yay :3, raw sesbian lex because protection is for losers amirite (this is a joke pls use protection irl guys), mention of pregnancy but it’s up to u if reader is pregnant or not, shy mizu shy mizu shy mizu, she’s lowkey pathetic while fucking reader but it’s cute so who gaf, grinding lol, why are all my nsfw mizu works so freaky god, I always get embarrassed writing them, not proofread.

A/N: ouuuu my goodness you know what hell yeah let’s repopulate Japan with more blue eyed kids also no need to mention safe! I will automatically make nsfw fics safe unless the request says otherwise, and even then it’s heavily limited I may not hc this but yay let’s go🕯️

A gentle illuminating glow of the glossed flatscreen panned along the shadows of your face in the muted wake of darkness circling the couch. The only light present radiated from the warmth of the TV saturating yours and Mizu’s features as your cheek nudged into her shoulder, fabric nuzzling against your skin as her arm remained curled along your torso. You often found yourself huddled up to your girlfriend’s side quite late at night, eyes fixated on the familiar dynamic animation of the Netflix logo booming forward to dissolve into the familiar account menu.

Quiet hums of the dialogue ensued from the running show, screen flickering an array of flashes that reflected various changes of color lighting up your body. However, the dialogue only registered as a bellowing white noise that you drowned out from your view fixating on a certain someone, eyes transfixed upon her sharp features with adoration, so much so you couldn’t tear your eyes away.

Mizu kept her eyes locked onto the blaring screen before her, arm fitted snugly around the fat of your hips as she relished in the feeling of your weight pressed to her side. Despite staring so intently, you couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow as your gaze flitted up to Mizu’s stern expression. Strangely enough, she was far too focused on the show she was initially uninterested in, the aversion to any sort of attention likely beholding less innocent intentions behind the stoic front she kept before you in this moment.

“…pretty fucking boring right now isn’t it?” You interjected, cutting past the awkward silence fostered between you two.

She only delivered a silent nod as her mind swirled with an odd compulsion, thumb circling along the edge of your hip as the cool steel of her rings briefly brushed up below your shirt to elicit a small shiver from you.

Despite knowing that she wasn’t quite upfront with her feelings, tending to be more of the reserved type when it came to anything nagging at the back of her head like a parasite, Mizu tended to atleast hint at, or make obvious what exactly was bothering her. A tinge of worry clouded the widening pupils of your eyes taking in her figure lounged across the sofa, hand continuing to brush up along your body casually as the ongoing images of the show flashing by ran through one ear and out the other.

Storms of quiet, internal fury thrashed about in the deep pool of cerulean flashing across Mizu’s eyes as she firmly lowered her sights from you, the fabric of her black sweatpants rubbing up against itself as her thighs clasped together as far as they could go. Yet, the diffusing warmth of your body secure against hers continued to rack her head with the fury of unbecoming thoughts that ran rampant in her head just about now.

Fuck…you always snuggled up against her like this while watching Netflix, or anything..so why all of a sudden does it feel so unbearably hot? Especially in the frosted grasp of winter, and the lack of heaters in your dorm.

Everything around the two of you was consumed by a deathly silence eating at the pits of darkness swallowing up your surroundings apart from the TV itself, even the entrance to the kitchen appearing as a gateway to hell. Nuzzling closer to Mizu, your gaze periodically flickered over to her in the midst of each agonizingly long moment of dialogue, perturbed by your girlfriend’s unusual behavior today. Had you done something wrong? Was she uncomfortable..?

Clearing your throat, you managed out a barely audible reply, nearly close enough to a whisper as your fingers sank into the plush armrest of the couch to help yourself up. “I’m gonna go grab some more popcorn..okay?”

You wriggled out of Mizu’s grasp for a moment, finally earning a reaction from her as her head snapped up in your direction, eyes finally wide with a bit more life rather than mindlessly staring at the screen like a corpse. Rising to your feet, you trudged over to the shrouded abyss of a kitchen, sluggishly running your hand along the cool walls to navigate the lights.

The sharp brightness flooded into your eyes as you squinted upon recoiling, biting back a mewl of irritation at the sudden intrusion poking at your eyeballs. You weakly treaded through the tiled floors, the low cut of your pajamas pooling against the tiles as you rummaged through the pantry in search of a popcorn bag while longing to head back to the comfort of your dimly illuminated spot hemmed in Mizu’s grasp.

As you made your way back to the couch, Mizu seemed far more tense than she actually was, your expression wrinkling at the sight of her visible discomfort. Falling back into the grasp of the cushions swallowing you whole, you carefully allowed your hand to gravitate toward her, placing it onto bony ridges of her shoulder. She jerked forward in response, glancing over at you with an expression of internal panic scribbled all over. Seriously, what the fuck was going on with her?

“Mizu, what’s going on with you today? You’ve been all jumpy and stuff, it’s getting worrying.”

“Don’t..worry about it. I’m just not feeling well.” She dismissed, only earning a disapproving scoff from you.

“Bullshit. You never act like this. When you’re sick or something it takes me a while to notice.”

You craned over, hands planting onto the oppsite end of the couch past her thigh as you reached over to graze the bridge of your nose briefly below Mizu’s chin. Back slightly arched down, you shifted a hand over to rest on the opposite end of her waist, staring up to her face with a puzzled look. Her face was strangely a deeper shade of red, the warmth from her body practically burning your skin as you twisted your torso over to look straight up at her in the awkward position. Perhaps she really was sick if her face was this flushed?

“I- maybe I’m more sick than usual-“

Her words were hoarsely hitched out in a near gasp at the sensation of your proximity brushing up against her, your hand dangerously drifting closer to her thighs as she tried to clasp them together in a futile attempt, breath catching in her throat at your fingertips dancing along the woven fabric of her sweatpants stuck to her thigh.

“Oh come on, you’ve never been this cautious before! Just tell me what’s got you so-!”

As soon as those words left your lips, your fingers idly traced over the solid tent embedded at the center of her pants, cutting your words off abruptly as you saw Mizu’s eyes squeeze shut at the fleeting shock of her body twitching up.

oh…oh.

Your expression almost fell agape at the fact that you didn’t realize her hard-on sooner, head fogged with embarrassment as the blush seeping across your face mirrored hers while you bashfully looked away. You swallowed back the lump residing in your throat as your eyes averted back to the now prominent erection poking through the fabric between her thighs, Mizu’s expression beholding a hint of embarrassment, keeping her eyes averted.

Gods..she could’ve just said she wanted to knock you up and you would’ve complied. Seriously, this was about to be a Netflix and chill session.

“Sorry..” Mizu croaked out, wanting to bury herself in a hole and never come out from the sheer humiliation she felt from her girlfriend finding out that she was absolutely bricked. To be frank, she couldn’t exactly choke out any more words despite her embarrassment, considering the need to bury herself into the warmth of your cunt overpowered any other sense in this moment as her cock ached in the confines of her clothing.

Upon regaining your composure, you sighed out a small chuckle as your finger slipped along the waistband of her pants, her body curling up slightly at the smallest touch of your skin along hers. Of course, your hand retreated from her pants as your thumb ran along her bottom lip, her eyes boring into yours as they dusted over in a heightened intensity of need—her gaze alone screaming out that she needed your hands against her skin once more. A soft exhale made its way through your nose, lips pursed as you surveyed her taut muscles rolled back instinctively.

“Can I?”

She finally breathed out, her hips rolling up in small, almost unnoticeable motions if your hand wasn’t situated atop the tent in her pants as she desperately sought more friction from your touch. You let a smile stretch your lips as your legs mounted over to straddle her thighs comfortably, finding your pussy resting along her shaft throbbing between your legs.

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“W-Wait..Mizu slow down..”

Your pleas were gagged by the crescendo of moans spilling from your feverish lips as she drove herself into you, trails of angry red marks blooming in a wake of fresh hickeys along the skin of your collarbone, up to your throat. Hands scrambling below you, you desperately rummaged along the empty cushions of the the couch your back was flush against to find some semblance of balance to ground yourself, only being able to weakly grip the edges before they slid off.

The engulfing heat of your cunt swallowed Mizu whole, velvety walls clenched around her flesh as the veins of her cock nudged up along the blanking heat tightening around her. A series of low whimpers wrenched out of her throat with each thrust burying herself into you, hiccuping back the shallow breaths accumulating in her chest at each of your lewd responses to her cock lodged inside you.

She was fucking big, no doubt. You couldn’t even bite back the strangled moan that the other dorms would definitely hear when Mizu first shoved herself into you, your cunt stretching to accommodate her girth protruding your hole as she sank deeper into you. Body jerking upward with each thrust, you could only cry out an incoherent string of moans as Mizu continued to ram into you, seeking more of your cunt’s warmth as the tip of her cock brushed along your womb.

Mizu continued to fuck you ruthlessly into the couch, your hands flying up grasp at her back to ground yourself as your nails dug crescents into her flesh, mouth hung open from the euphoric sensations pulsing through you at the delicious stretch of her cock massaging that one spot that made you cry out. Her pathetically desperate movements were far too adorable to you, the way she tried so hard held back those whimpers you loved oh so much, digging her cock to reach deeper into you as her head bowed down beside your chest, hair spilling over her shoulders and freely flowing down her back.

It was all just perfect. The way your insides practically molded to accommodate her, feeling the supposed illusion of her own stomach swelling with her deepening thrusts, her dick twitching within you with each fervent movement of her hips hilting forward—it’s as if you were the lock to her key. The way she kept trying to find a spot deeper that someone of her length could easily reach in a desperate attempt to nestle herself within your warmth forever. Hell, you imagined what it would feel like if she just got you pregnant at this point.

And as if she read your mind, linking you two intellectually in the raw instinct and desire consuming you two in this moment as she continued to sheathe herself into you, your moans harboring a few aroused gasps at the sight of her cock coated in your glistening slick. Mizu finally gasped out as well, her words slurred together and deeply craving the safety of your cunt grasping her tightly.

“Please..please please please, fuck- let me put a baby in you, (Name)..” she sobbed out, fighting back the urge to throw her head back in bliss as her words came out desperately. “Let me cum inside…I’ll take good care of you, and our kid..just-“

She was cut off by the tide of pleasure flooding her body, rubbing the ridge of her leaking tip along your g-spot like a puppy in heat as she mustered up every ounce of strength she had to continue fucking you. Damn it. She seriously wanted plant a kid inside you didn’t she? The way her dick practically begged your cunt to foster her inside your slick heat so she could leave herself inside you, wanting to spill inside you and have a baby of your own that mirrored the two of you.

She seriously was making it tempting wasn’t she?

Mizu lowered herself onto you weakly, pressing herself up against you, her skin flush to your own as her hips persisted in now gentle thrusts rolling within you to jerk up against your abdomen at an angle. Through your pleasured haze, you only responded with a nod, gaping your jaw to try and speak through the flurry of whines and cries assaulting your throat in sync with Mizu’s own.

“P-Please..yes. God- just fill me up already you- mmph..”

Mizu was near ecstatic at your words, her hand snaking behind your head as her moans persisted. The unfelt taste of what she thought your slick would feel like seeped into her mouth within the illusions of her fucked out mind, eyes rolling back weakly as she whimpered out a small series of ‘thank yous’ alongside your name as if it was a mantra on her lips, cock twitching against the spongy interior of your cunt.

Her hips swiftly met yours in one final motion, a hiss sizzling from her grit teeth as she pushed herself against you as if she had been deprived of your touch for an eternity, tits shoved up against yours, silently pleading to never let go. A long, guttural moan was ripped out of you as her hot cum spilled into you, decorating your insides a salty white. You watched, amused as Mizu tried to shove back in any drop that dared to leak out of your pussy, trying to keep her fluids inside you to swallow every ounce of her cum.

Mizu merely collapsed on top of you as she withdrew herself from your cunt, cheek nuzzling against your left breast as you let out a breathless laugh. As monstrous as she was while fucking you, she was just a woman who was satiated of her need and adoration she had to express, her arms locked around your body as her eyes nearly fell shut. Huh. The bright blue in her irises seemed to also bask in the afterglow of sex along with her body.

“Are you mad I probably knocked you up?” She hummed, her hand wrenching out from the weight of your back to lace her fingers with yours. You hummed in response, bringing your limp hand near your chest.

“Not at all.”

“Good…I just..kind of want a family with you someday..genuinely. Just, to have a peaceful life that’s all.”

“You’re cute when you’re not being all stoic and mysterious you know.” You replied with a gentle laugh.

“Well get used to it. If we’re gonna be parents sometime then..”

she trailed off, her head lulling against your chest as she dozed off, her energy fully spent from the aftermath of her intense orgasm as well as yours.

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“Ugh- what the-?”

The vibrations of Mizu’s phone buzzing violently against the glass coffee table not too far from the couch jittered along the glass, her eyes catching sight of the sliding accept button for the incoming call as well as the barrage of notifications front the friend group chat with you, Mizu, Akemi, Ringo, and Taigen in it. She tiredly climbed off of you, clutching the blanket pooled at the foot of the couch and carefully tucking it over you before making her way to the phone. Of course, none other than Taigen calling her.

Her mood was already killed when she saw that she had to get off cuddling her girlfriend to lift a call, and what could Taigen possibly want that wasn’t chewing her ear off for a sparring match at kenjutsu practice? Of course, she didn’t notice you groggily blinking your eyes open as you sat up, muscles sore and aching from your previous activities.

“What?” Mizu demanded, putting the phone on speaker as an unamused expression remained plastered to her face.

“Why haven’t either of you been answering our texts in the groupchat? We wanted to make plans to meet up at a sushi restaurant on Saturday.” Taigen huffed, his voice coming through as to inquire what could possibly keep you two from answering.

After a moment of silence his voice cracked into the speaker again, sneering out to earn a reaction of sorts to get an answer. “What? Were you two fucking or something? Is that why you were away from your phones?” He asked, his tone wasn’t exactly condescending or mocking, just a little annoyed.

Mizu only scoffed, responding back in a hoarse voice. “Good job, you’re not a total moron. She’s pregnant now.”

A shocking silence gripped the atmosphere, Taigen’s shocked expression already palpable through the confines of the audio call screen—before he finally spoke up, the groupchat exploding with messages since the other two were probably with him.

“…Mizu what the actual fu-“

A/N: HELLO??? I ACTUALLY GOT LOWKEY EMBARASSED WRITING THIS IM FRYING. WAY MORE THAN MY OTHER MIZU FICS CAUSE THIS ONE EAS LIKE FREAKY FREAKY YK

also sorry if it’s kinda subpar cause I just got back from midterms haven’t written in a while and my brain is fried in hot oil- anyway I’m gonna consume 30 gallons of holy water after this I love the freakiness but holy shit. ALSO HEY WHY IS THE MIZU X READER TAG DYING OUT KEEP IT ALIVE. It’s ok mihi is here to save yall with another mizu fic

Also it’s so funny bc I lowkey imagine myself as reader when writing the mizu fics..and I know I would be snapped in half by the way she’s handling reader here because I’m like fucking 5 foot 1 help

Also I cannot crop the fuckass banner and make it look good help me so it’s big for now you get the luxury of square image banner and not thin rectangle AHHHHHHH

mizuuuuu ahahahahdhdhd

[shouyuus]

dream walker!reader x rin wherein you keep on stumbling into his dreams and he thinks you're just a figment of his imagination (because really, it's unrealistic for someone to be that perfect), until one day, he bumps into you in line at the local grocery store.

and it's so, so strange -- like brushing up the skirt-tails of divinity, cloaked in mundanity.

"sorry --" you say, falling back half a step after having accidentally almost flat-tiring him.

he turns, freezes, his eyes going wide. he almost drops his napa cabbage and beef (nabe tonight, he thinks).

"oh," you say.

"oh." he says.

you both stare at each other, your eyes glimmering with a million lost an dream-spun stars.

"you..." you breathe, a bit breathless. you can taste the shape of his dreams on your tongue, the bitter-sour-sweet.

but someone bumps into you from behind as the line shuffles forward and you almost tip into him. he catches you, arm wrapping around you like the september wind.

"sorry," you murmur again, falling back as you readjust your hold on your grocery basket.

"no... don't --" he bites off the rest of his sentence, uncertainty threading up his throat. don't what? go? leave? fade away?

(like you always do).

you jerk your chin towards the front of the line, the cashier waving for rin to step up to the register. you tuck your incredulous laugh in your cheek.

the next aisle opens and a kindly lady waves you over. you glance over your shoulder at rin, who's still looking at you.

"see you," you say, unsure of what the appropriate farewell might be.

rin, for his part, sucks in a breath and dips his head.

"yeah... see you soon."

[icantbeseenlikethisonmymain]

Me to my brain: oH my FUCKING god I KNOW she's hot please for the love of all that is holy LET ME LIVE

my brain: LOOK AT HER SMIRK. LOOK AT IT. LOOK AT IT FUCKING LOOK YOURE NOT LOOKIN YOU BITCH--

[kentuckycaverats]

moping about playing an oc for the last time feels so fucking lame. kicking rocks like haha yea i just get this like profound aching sadness in my chest when i think about her haha. yea the pretend character i made up who lives in my brain forever who i can create limitless new story for at any time. do you do euthenasia here

[lyssak09]

when will you post yandere rick grimes 💕

Now 😂. I hope you and everyone else enjoy this! If you enjoy this please like, repost, and or follow me! Happy reading everyone 💙

Rick has always been attached to you, more so than he is to others, and it got worse when Lori died.

Ever since Lori died he’s been watching you like a hawk, even when you don’t realize it. Watching you sleep is both comforting and peaceful to him.

It makes his heart swell when he sees you taking care of Judith and Carl. Even if you didn’t like kids at first, Carl and Judith were different, and they needed a maternal figure. Which you happen to become without knowing.

After his mental breakdown, he starts to understand why he is doing certain things for you and why he has these feelings. It's because he loves you, more than anything. 

And no, you’re not a rebound. His relationship with Lori wasn’t doing well and he already felt something for you when he first met you. It just wasn’t noticeable yet.

He becomes extremely protective of you, even paranoid. Rick will give you the safest jobs in the prison. Such as helping him with the garden, watching the kids, cleaning up cleared sections of the prison, and so on. 

If you get too close to the walker gate he’ll flip. Yelling at you and killing multiple walkers (Who couldn’t even get to you really). Rick might start chaperoning your daily walks or observing from a distance because of the walkers.

You won’t be given scavenging missions. Even if you volunteer for one he’ll say no and have someone else do it. If you ask him why he doesn’t let you anymore he’ll just say “It's safer for you, and without you, Judith and Carl and so many of us would be lost without you.” Manipulative right?

He may go to great lengths to ensure that he is always a part of your life, even if it means manipulating situations or lying to keep you close.

He’s good at manipulation, I mean, it helped out a lot back when he was a sheriff. He’ll manipulate situations that cause you to be close to him or work with him, even though you already spend a lot of time with him, especially because of Judith and Carl. 

Rick will also manipulate you, and your feelings. He’ll use fear, kindness, guilt, and so on to keep you with him. Maybe even try to make you dependent on him by manipulating you. 

“You don’t understand, you’re the only mother figure Carl and Judith have now. You are too important and special to us, to me, to go risk your life on a scavenging mission, Y/N. Now why don’t you go help Carl with his schoolwork, he’s been asking for you. We can talk about this more later.”

You will not discuss it more later.

Rick will become extremely jealous. To the point, he’ll either subtly isolate you by giving everyone very different jobs from yours, or he’ll even quietly sabotage your relationships with others.

If someone shows even the slightest hint of interest in you he’s coming to mess it up.

“Listen here friend, I’ve noticed you’ve taken a liking towards Y/N. You should know that she’s taken, and wouldn’t go for someone like you in the first place,”

Did I forget to mention that you’re taken? By Rick?

You don’t know it but you’re in a relationship with him, whether you like it or not. Don’t get me wrong, Rick does understand that you two aren’t ‘technically’ together, yet. But that doesn’t mean you won’t be. 

You’ll be his wife eventually, you just don’t know it yet.

Rick likes to keep mementos of you and his kids on him and likes to have some to decorate his cell, which makes it more like a home.

Found a pretty flower on your walk with Judith and want him to have it? It’ll be found pressed in one of his favorite books. He’ll borrow Glenn’s camera to take photos of Carl and Judith, making sure to get some with you in a few as well. He’ll make someone take a photo of all four of you, it’s a family portrait in his eyes.

Rick isn’t just overprotective of you because of your safety. But he is also paranoid that someone might take you from him. Anyone who gets too close to you might be seen as a threat, and he’ll have a plan to eliminate them if needed.

As time goes on his love for you grows and grows to a terrifying amount.

He’ll start to get violent if things are going his way, such as you not being affectionate back, you not realizing you’re supposed with him, or you’re being super oblivious. It makes him frustrated and angry, this shouldn’t be that hard for you! You two are meant to be! He’ll break things, take his anger out on walkers, or even yell at people in the group (even if they haven’t done anything). 

He won’t ever hurt you, on purpose anyway, he would have to either been pushed to the edge or be going through another mental breakdown for him to hurt you.

Rick will be violent towards others though.

I think Rick could understand what he is doing is technically immoral, but he doesn't care, he’s doing this because he loves you. Or, I think Rick, who has been through so much trauma, is so delusional that he doesn't think he is doing anything wrong. You're his soulmate. Soulmates should be together. No matter what

Either way, he loves you more than life itself. He loves you more than he ever did Lori. He understands that now.

Despite his unhealthy behavior he genuinely believes that he’s doing this for your best interest, only he can keep you safe in this new world. 

Rick knows everything about you, from your daily routines to your likes and dislikes.

The group is becoming concerned by his behavior, but they’re also a little too freaked out to mention it yet.

On the outside, it looks like Rick is a strong capable leader. But on the inside a darker unstable side of him lurks.

Rick becomes so dependent on you for his sense of identity and purpose that he can't imagine life without you. He believes that you’re soulmates destined to be together forever, and he'll do anything to ensure that you never part.

Another way Rick keeps you ‘safe’ isolates you is by gaslighting you. He’ll purposely allow you to almost get hurt, which he hates doing but it's to prove you need him, then he’ll save you. Even though you can handle yourself pretty well against walkers he’ll find ways to almost have you get hurt so he can save you and prove that you need him to protect you. Rick will gaslight you to no end. “You say you can handle walkers but every time you and I encounter them you almost get hurt or die. Now that's not handling them. It’s okay that you need help against them. I’ll always be here to protect you Y/N.”

He uses your relationship with Carl and Judith to his advantage. When you’re spending time with them or taking care of them he’ll come and join you or watch with a tiny smile on his face, this is one of the many situations he uses to spend time with you.

Rick is also secretly coaching Judith to call you mama, the thought of leaving him and his kids could never cross your mind if that's how they feel about you. 

Carl starts to see you as a mom without Rick’s coaching. You helped take care of him and helped him grieve his mom. You help remind him that he’s still a kid, he gets to act more like one because of you. Carl will make it known to you that without you he’d have to grow up faster again and stop getting to act like his age again. Him telling you this helps Rick, not that Carl knows about it. Again, how could you leave them? Carl shouldn’t have to lose another mother figure, especially one that actually lets him be a kid. And it wouldn’t be fair to Judith for her to lose the woman who’s been caring for her since she was born. 

Once you do catch on to Rick’s feelings and intentions and if you try to leave him he’ll remind you of these facts, that Carl and Judith can’t lose you too.

He’s the king of manipulation at this point. 

Rick’s obsession with your safety is insane. To the point, he’ll risk his own well-being for you. I mean, that's what husbands are supposed to do, right? If food is running low he’ll give up his share to you and Carl, no matter how much you disagree or fight him on it.

Rick will never let you go or give you up. Even in the face of rejection or betrayal, Rick refuses to let go of you. He’ll become increasingly desperate and unstable, resorting to drastic measures to maintain his grip on you, including threats of violence or self-harm.

He may develop obsessive rituals or routines centered around you, such as constantly checking in on you, always eating with you, watching you sleep, or even hoarding items that remind him of you. These rituals help to reinforce his ‘connection’ to you Y/N.

Rick is extremely touchy, like oh my god. When he’s around you some part of him needs to be touching you. Like when you help him with the garden, he’ll guide your hands when planting or have a hand on the small of your back while he points out where he wants to add to the prison. He ‘accidentally’ brushes against you all the time.

When you’re sitting down and feeding Judith he’ll have a hand on your shoulder, he loves it when he has to squeeze behind you to get past you and he brushes against your backside, totally not because of inappropriate reasons. 

He likes to look for things for you and the kids when he’s out scavenging. Giving you things is one of the ways he shows you he loves you, even though may not realize he’s doing it for that. Rick is in search of a wedding ring for you, he’s going to marry you, and you’re destined to be together.

If he’s scavenging with Daryl and they go past a jewelry store he’ll send Daryl ahead and meet him at their original destination. Rick just has to make a quick pitstop.

Once he finally confesses or you notice his behavior, he’ll expect you to finally realize that you’re together and will happily marry him. If you try to say no or gently get him out of the delusions he won’t take it well. Possibly falling into the delusions more, especially if you’re not getting you’re meant to be his and he was meant to be yours. Rick will explain your reactions with more delusions or false logic. 

“You just don’t see it yet Y/N, we’re meant to be together. You’ll see it soon.

If push comes to shove he’ll make you his by force. Either clearing a secret part of the prison and preparing it for him, his kids, and his future wife. He’ll lock you in said cell block if needed. If that idea doesn’t work then Rick will find a nice secluded home somewhere for you guys. Hopefully, you’ll be compliant though so you guys won’t have to leave your new home everyone worked so hard on. 

Rick rationalizes his behavior with twisted logic, convincing himself that everything he does is for Y/N's own good. He believes that he's protecting you from the dangers of the world and that she needs him to survive.

He’ll go to great lengths for you, including getting rid of anyone or anything in the way. Maybe that's why some of your fellow survivors haven’t come back from scavenging missions Rick sent them on?

Rick loves you more than anything Y/N, remember that.

“I love you with all my heart darlin, don’t ever forget that.” Rick declared with a smile, blood dripping down his face,

[cheruib]

[justashamwithwastedpotential]

Solas: Vhenan, don't turn me into a marketable plushie

Me (lying): Okay

[p1z-d0n7jud6em3]

THINKING ABOUT…..

Reo with a self-made business woman!reader.

You had a pretty rough but fine childhood, your dad leaving you and your mom, when you were just two years old. Your mom, confused and depressed, didn’t know what to do, and then decided to take matters into her own hands, raising you into the woman you are now. It’s not like you and your mom had money to go by. Your mom had worked from home, which meant you could spent time with her!

Now, there was one thing about you, that both your mom and you had realized, growing up. You were gifted. Very. You would always top your class, come first in many competitions (which you had willingly participated in), and that, and your mom encouraged you to join many courses. Mostly business ones. You were always interested in the business industry, desperate to know how it worked, so you did your research, read many business books, and took many courses.

You had then taken a very difficult and risky decision, after you had graduated from high school (which had led to you and your mom arguing about it, but she eventually gave in, trusting you). You would have to skip college. That’s right. You had skipped college, not getting to experience it. But it was worth it, though. Your business had started small, then grew and grew. And you were shocked. That was an understatement. You had just started young, and look where you were now!

Safe to say, your mom was proud of you. Very, very proud of you. Pretty soon, you guys were living in a nice mansion, you were spoiling your mom, and you were working hard, getting recognized by many huge people.

Now, here you were, walking as fast as you could on the streets of the city. It was pretty cold and windy. The weather was foggy, and there was light rain. You were so focused on getting to your headquarters as fast as you could, that you didn’t realize your surroundings and had bumped into someone. A guy. Stuttering an apology, you froze. It was Mikage Reo, the heir to his company. You weren’t nervous, but quite surprised. You didn’t expect to bump into him, let alone for him to be here, of all places.

“I’m so sorry-,” he stops talking as soon as he meets your eyes, recognition swirling in them, along with something else you couldn’t pinpoint. You notice of course, but what comes next out of his mouth, shakes you. “You’re pretty.” “W-what,” you say, shocked, and blink. The purple haired guy then stutters an apology. “Sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean it that way,” he says, and you both just stare at each other.

Well, this was embarrassing, considering the fact that some people were watching you guys. I mean, why wouldn’t they be? You then gulp, clearing your throat.

“I’m sorry for bumping into you like that, I was just in a hurry,” you say, looking down and then moving past him but he blocks your way, catching you off guard as your brows furrow. “Excuse me?” “Um, I’m sorry, but would you mind if I take you out? I-I mean not as a date, of course, but just like that,” he says, his words fading away as he stares at you, looking nervous.

But you were just shocked. Because, you know him. He was kind of your idol. Someone you looked up to. And here he was, asking you out. Weighing your options, you sigh softly. “I’m sorry, but I have somewhere to be-,” “N-no wait, please I just want to-,” even Reo himself realized what he was doing. But he couldn’t help it. You were pretty, and not only that, but he also admired you, both your works and achievements, and just…..you.

You then sigh, a little annoyed, which lights up his eyes with anticipation. “Fine, just text me on insta,” you say, staring at him, and then you walk away, hands shoved in your coat’s pockets, blush dusting your cheeks, as Reo grins a little, nodding, his face in the same condition as yours. He felt like he had just achieved something big.

Because he did. And yup, he had definitely fallen hard for you.

Bonus: The blue lock boys found out about Reo and you going out together because of an article, and they were surprised, bombarding Reo with questions.

Divider by @hyuneskkami

[bluesidez]

Who here plays Love and Deepspace? :3

And who are your favs?

My fave is BIG PAPA SYLUS of course. Caleb is currently fighting Xavier for second place. Zayne and Rafayel are at a equal level for me rn. (I haven’t dived into their stories enough)

[planetsano]

isagi is one of those humble boys when it comes to women. a little awkward.. clumsy? and then, he takes out his cock and isn’t quite sure why you look so.. disturbed. but you certainly weren’t expecting him to be almost too big— its just the way he carries himself around women. he’s so polite and such a gentleman? how dare he pull out an entire eight inches? he can barely wrap his own hand around it. he pulls that out without warning! how insane is he?

let’s not mention how he fucks you stupid then shows up to practice the next morning as if.. he didn’t just fuck you into his mattress the night before. it’s just hot because no one really expects it to be isagi of all people.

[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.

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“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

[grif-hawaiian-rolls]

The Reds the Feds and Wash : Car Trouble

Lil writing and bonus under the cut >;3

Locus slammed the mongoose into park, scowling as he approached the stopped Warthogs on the road. One job. He gave them one fucking job. Take the Warthogs, go from point A to point B. It should have been, by all counts, impossible to screw up. AND YET! Here he was, having to come to their rescue. Unfortunate and worse, irritating. At the very least, most of them had the good sense to keep their helmets on. The same could not be said of Donut and Neko, who were both helmetless and mid-conversation like it was a nice day in the park, not high value targets stopped in the middle of the road in a warzone. Not to mention Neko’s… frankly ridiculous perch across the top of the Warthog, legs wrapped around the barrel of the turret and his head on the windshield. Genuinely, what was that idiot doing? That couldn’t be a comfortable position to maintain, especially while talking to Donut who was leaning against the driver side of the vehicle. Locus wondered if the sergeant would shoot him if he walked over there and threw a blow at Donut to prove a point. Agent Washington almost certainly would. Better not to risk it then, no matter how effective it would be at proving a point. Neko was a lost cause at this point, short of taking a blade to that ridiculously long braid, but there were some lines even Locus hesitated to cross. Actually, where was the sergeant? Or Pavoz for that matter? He was so focused on the thought for a moment, Locus almost tripped over Lopez’s legs. The robot was half way underneath the other Warthog, no doubt checking for anything else that could be wrong. Locus’ half a stumble was easily brushed off as him nudging the brown calf plate to get Lopez’s attention. "<You have my part?>" He asked as he pushed himself out from under the car. He was without his helmet as well, surprisingly. But forgivable, seeing as how the light under the Warthog remained steady enough to assume Lopez had been using his helmet as a light source. Lopez, despite being a robot or maybe because of it, was very quickly becoming the second most competent soldier in this group. If nothing else, at least Locus knew he wouldn't fuck around half as much as the rest of them. He pretended he didn't notice Neko's helmet hanging off the turret of the other Warthog. "I do." Locus removed the mechanical component from the compartment in his chestplate, leaning down to hand it to Lopez. "What happened?" "<Dunno. Bad luck, from the looks of it. Or someone drove this thing over a fucking tree, and picked up a squirrel nest or twelve. It's a mess, but this,>" Lopez gestured the piece Locus brought, "<seems to be the only part that needs replacing to at least get this disaster on wheels to a base.>" There was that, at least. Locus crossed his arms. "How long?" "<The rest of today, probably. I need to actually clear this shit out of the undercarriage or it's just going to cause more problems,>" Lopez rolled his eyes, a very human gesture set in a metal face. "<And even then, we won't be able to get moving again until morning. Sarge kept trying to start the damn thing and killed it's battery. It needs time to build up a solar charge before we jumpstart it with the other one.>" Unfortunate. At least the question of the sergeant and Pavoz was answered, as the pair of them came through the underbrush off the side of the road like they were summoned by Lopez mentioning Sarge by name. "-make a Red out of you yet, boy!" Sarge laughed, clearly mid sentence as they rejoined the rest. Pavos nodded along, though how much he actually agreed with the conversation was debatable. The sudden sound of a horn going off had every weapon in the vicinity raised in reaction, before the source became clear as the sound dragged out. Agent Washington's helmet rested on the wheel of the second Warthog, defeat written in the angle of his shoulders. Donut laughed at something, presumably the same thing Washington was reacting to. Neko looked smug, so safe to assume it was probably something he said. Idiots. All of them. Unfortunate.

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I'm not immune to roadtrip arc, and Kimball does say the Federal Army of Chorus moved the Reds and Wash around a lot sooo like >> i'm just saying, it'd be a shame to not make Wash suffer through a red team roadtrip Bonus, sometime the s12 finale and reveal of the armies:

felix's text is so much harder to read off my tablet screen than i thought it was fuck okay transcript time Felix, while reaching for the radio: I'm gonna lose it if we do this entire drive in silence, I swear- Locus: DO NOT

[kingofanemptyworld]

Rin, identity issues, and the complications of being an isolated, alienated teenager

It feels sort of weird to say but I generally don’t head canon characters as having particular sexualities. Whatever people go for in fics is usually fine with me - gay, lesbian, bi, pan, something more general like queer. As long as it makes sense for the story they’ve built and the character they’ve shaped to fit it, I’m good. Unless you’re ignoring a canon LGBTQ+ sexuality, in which case, yeah, I’ll take issue with that.

But anyway. Rin.

I’ve got my personal ship for him (BonRin my beloved), but regardless of the pairing I see him as bisexual. He’s so open with his infatuation with Shiemi, and okay, sure, fandom likes to ignore the love interest in shounen for the most part because we’ve got gay ships to peddle. But I don’t see the point in that unless it really reads like it’s a front, or a result of a character suppressing themselves for one reason or another. And with Rin, I think it’s pretty clear his affection for Shiemi is sincere. You technically have the in-universe evidence of the demon that brought out his true desires to back that up, but even without it, Rin likes her. It’s complicated because of Yukio and Shiemi’s own inexperience with romance, and yet I never once doubt he really likes her.

That being said… he’s very appreciative of the guys in his life, too. (Peddling my gay ship here) Bon in particular, considering he’s often admiring how cool he thinks Bon is, that his haircut suits him whether it’s the blonde rooster look or the undercut. If you don’t want to see it as romantic interest, that’s your prerogative, but to me Rin comes across as seeing cool and cute as different traits he finds attractive (in Bon and Shiemi respectively).

I also think his bisexuality would fit neatly into his narrative struggles to “pass” throughout the early parts of the series. Rin has grown up as the neighborhood problem child, ostracized for being violent, and eventually he decides he’s fine with just his brother and his father — and the rest of the monastery, presumably — for company. (Except that’s absolutely not true and clearly he’s starved for friendship and support.) People looked at him and saw a monster, even before his demonic heritage made an appearance; why would he bother giving them even more ammunition when it comes to reasons to hate him? So no matter when he figured out his attraction to guys, he’s not going to lean into it, because he also likes girls, right? (Ignoring for a moment that bisexuality is a lot more nuanced than that.)

Rin likes girls, Rin is human — that’s what’s going to get people to like him, or at the very least tolerate him. That he likes guys, that he’s half demon, he can shove that shit down and pretend it doesn’t exist. Lock up any stray thoughts and keep the sword sheathed around anyone who doesn’t already know.

(Excuse me for being amused by Rin wielding his humanity and supposed heterosexuality as a sword and shield.)

The problem, of course, is that he can’t keep up the facade forever. The narrative won’t let him. Rin has to embrace his demonic side, because it’s the only way to move forward and to continue to help his loved ones. And once he’s moved past the issue of his friends being upset over the deception, when they understand he’s still Rin despite what he’d hidden from them, Rin is finally allowed to be himself. He uses his flames, he lets his tail move freely in the open around the Cram School kids. Rin still doesn’t like this side of himself — it’s inextricably tied to every moment of pain and isolation he’s dealt with his entire life, including the death of Father Fujimoto (and, y’know, his mom). But he is moving forward, he’s trying to adapt.

And isn’t that some great fucking subtext for his bisexuality, too?

[darthwheezely]

yoichi isagi, thinks he could love. thinks he should if given the right tools.

yoichi isagi thinks that maybe, love can come late. maybe love sees he's got his eye on a goal post and a hunger for glory more than someone to wake up next to. it's not that he hasn't seen love, it's that love hasn't ever really seen him.

he thought love was the fan with diamonds in her eyes. the one who wrapped her arms around him and said, are you like? new around here? he thinks that when he smirked and whispered, no. but you're new to me, that love was definitely happy enough in the moment to toss himself in his hotel room.

but love wouldn't take his wallet and leave his toilet a mess.

he thought love was that guy he practiced with on the weekends at the gym. you know, the one with arms that promised to have and to hold? you seem like you bear a lot of weights, love said. yoichi managed to shrug (love has a lot of one liners, he thought.)

but love wouldn't avert his eyes when they passed in the locker room.

he thinks love is tired. love is overworked, love must be working a regular 9-5 and love needs time. love can wait. love should wait.

yoichi isagi has been stuck in traffic with love for about forty five minutes now. love's face is fraught with exhaustion (he told you to skip visiting him at practice! you're still beating that summer flu!), and love's eyes are weary, lids thick and lashes falling forward.

"keep your eyes on the road, isa."

"like there's any road to keep my eyes on," he retorts, shamelessly turning to you fully. look at you. at love, his love.

"so." you ask, looking back at him. love looks so handsome, you think.

"what are you thinking about?"

i'm thinking about you, love.

i'm thinking about you.

for @wttcsms - a full length fic will come i am simply blue (lock) balling u >:))