#mizu blue eye samurai drabble

[qvrcll]

mention of injury, unstated relationship but you love each other dearly, mention of mizu’s past

i haven’t finished the series but wanted to write for her SO BADLY, she might be slightly occ im not sure (breaking into hives because of this) but here you go mizu nation, may u be fed FOREVER ^_^

mizu’s on a formidable path for revenge, and what better pill to choke on than leaving you, her best friend and keeper of her love and devotion, behind?

Mizu, who has known you since the two of you were but little nippers. Kids with enough knowledge of the world to know that it was dense and dark, places lit stem-winding, where she was uninvited and tables filled where she was not welcome. Still, you’d asked her for her name when she’d sat caked in mud on some clammy, piddling day. Still, you’d wrapped your arms around her shivering form during the deluge, taken up on her silent promise to “Be there when you wake up. Promise,” when the Smith’s fire bayed up behind her form, lighting the room in tinges and spills, red and then genially orange.

Still, you gather your things when she leaves in a single swear for revenge, catch her up in the snow and demand an answer, or refusal or something, other than that cold look she gets in her eye more than usual now. Your hands feel cramped, threading desperately within the skin to find warmth (which was once, too, her) but you hold yourself back, enforce bite behind your words. Flit back the tears that threaten to line the edge of your eyes — threaten yourself to bide your time and let her deal her blow with you. Leave you for good.

But it’s unexpected. Cruel. Sweet and smelling of tart, when she softens under your words. Her brows twitch when some breath hitches in your throat, bogged down and she knows it’s her fault. She’s leaving, keeping a place for you in that old, warm house, with its old and warm silence and her old and warm absence. Leaving you in the snow, whilst she leaves for blood, gore and teeth.

There’s no words out of her, just a simple, longer silence than her cruelness. Her kindness knows no curbs with you — so her crumbling hands, bearing your cheeks with patience and shivered judgement — come to surprise you, just as her kiss does. It’s cold, and when you catch her lip slowly, the two of you break into a frisson. She grips you tightly in time, hands that burn against your hips as her kiss comes to tear you at the throat, rips a dirge out of it with full force, so that when she parts from you for the air she needs, she quietens you slowly. In a way you have always done with her when her lips bled or her worth shrunk past her feet.

“Just take me with you,” you snivel against her, a child again, but holding the fraying edges of her apparel like she’d hold the fort here for longer, but Mizu lets you crumple the blue fabric beneath digits of bitter flesh. Looks at you with resignation and a little bit of that old warmth, too.

“It’s dangerous.”

“I know—I know,” a pathetic moan, “But you won’t be here.”

“I can’t.”

“Take me with you,” with a voice so hoarse, you repeat. Your fingers bind with the strings and Mizu grows airy beneath you, this affinity that she’s brewed for you (long when you were kids) coming crumbling down beneath her. She imagines a world on fire, flowers that eat at their own roots. A sky full of a burst of water, your watery eyes, the brutal flesh of her wound festering past her hip, her neck.

“I don’t want to lose you — you, out of all people. Please,” she grips your neck, kissing the skin and gooseflesh that simmers with softness, “I love you. Fuck, I really do.”

You fight with a sob then, because, of course you love her. And she loves you. And she will leave you here, with the snow as a tactile reminder of her departure and the cruel winter nights to wonder if she’s fed, if she’s alive, if she’s cold like the rest of the Earth.

“I love you—too,” a choke, “Mizu—“

And perhaps it’s the way you roll it off your tongue, the way the tenderness messes with her like a faint pair of hands, kills any sense of resolve.

Maybe she remembers your face in the dark, years prior, when you’d let her latch onto you, despite the mud and grime flicking into her own clothes. Your kindness, a friendship and the love she’d borrowed from you and made it her own, with sickly hands. With healthy hands. With growing hands.

And perhaps the blood strips off her own hands, clouds your eyes red where she remembered it not being. And perhaps, she grows a little afraid of being away from you, too.

Because she’s gripping you tight, tighter than life. The cold air no longer bothers the two of you, for there’s a newer, tender heat beneath the limbs that hold onto each other like a promise. One that she spoke of — a quiet utterance of “I’ll be there” — before you depart with her, holding the two of you together as one and the snow beneath your footwear.

© 2023 qvrcll ! do not repost any of my works on any platform.

[tofuxtea]

𝟓:𝟒𝟑 𝐚𝐦 | 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 — mizu x fem!reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — nsfw, wlw, fingering, making out, inexperienced!mizu, sub!top!mizu, eventual dom!mizu, praise kink if u squint, “doll” used,

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 — keep thinking abt how mizu would be during her first time with a woman and i’m unwell. i need that woman so bad i could treat her so right. NOT PROOFREAD BUT IDC THIS IS JUST A LIL DRABBLE FOR THE GALS :]

“this is okay?” mizu would try to sound confident as she climbed on top of you, but the tremble in her voice and raging blush on her cheeks would betray her. her haori was already a mess, twisted on her body and beginning to shrug itself off in her own clumsy haste.

yet you, on the other hand, seemed perfectly calm underneath her looming figure. the figure that your fingers had begun to make out inside of her haori’s wide opening. she shivered under each and every one of your touches and caresses; smooth and confident.

her ocean blue eyes clamped shut, a poor attempt at collecting herself. mizu was more skilled than anybody in focus yet she was incapable of steadying her own breathing. she felt weak and vulnerable on top of you like this. on any other day, she would’ve killed you before giving you the chance to see her eyebrow so much as twitch upwards.

“you’re alright, mizu,” the sound of your voice, hushed and sultry in her ear, seemed to keep the both of you alive. “keep going. undress me.” you whispered, slowly starting to untie the front of your haori in hopes of mizu finishing it for you.

she did, her lithe fingers working to get the thick layers off of you. you observed her face when it finally pooled underneath your figure, much smaller and a bit wider than hers. you watched her lips part to pull in a jagged breath, her pupils dilate, nearly filling her baby blue irises, her eyelids droop the lower her gaze went.

you slipped your finger underneath her chin, bringing her eyes back up to yours. they latched onto your lips on the way up, wet and plump from having been kissing you for so long just moments earlier, and she realized hers must look the same by now. instinctively, mizu’s body lunged forward, her lips pushing against yours with a breathy moan.

the way her mouth moved against yours, her tongue rolling over your own, would have convinced you that she knew what she was doing. your own elbows buckled as a moan slipped past your lips, one hand flying up to cup mizu’s jaw.

that same hand slid underneath the collar of mizu’s haori, heaving the fabric down to reveal her fair, scarred skin. you pushed it off of her, drinking in her toned body.

your eyes worked upwards, lingering on the dirtied wraps around her chest, until they met her eyes, though hers wouldn’t find yours. a shameful heat burned at her face, but you couldn’t see why.

“can i?” you asked, prodding gently at where the tattered wrap was tied. mizu only nodded, allowing you to undress her. the wrap would soon be pooled beside her, her body fully exposed to you. “you’re so fucking beautiful, mizu.” you hummed against the smooth skin of her neck.

the warmth that bloomed in mizu’s stomach was inexplicable. she’d never felt anything like it before, and she found her eyes stinging with tears. she wanted you.

“i wanna make you feel good,” she meekly admitted. “but i’ve never been with…” a woman, she wanted to say.

you finished the sentence for her with a soft kiss and gentle grin. “‘t’s okay. just touch me…” you trailed off to grab the back of her hand, letting her adjust her balance before guiding it to your breast, “here.”

mizu gave the soft mound an experimental knead, noting the way your eyebrows came together and your chest caved with an exhale of satisfaction. her touch contrasted from yours; cooler and unsure. not to mention, her hand was much bigger than yours.

her swordsmanship experience was beginning to show with how quickly she adapted to what you enjoyed. noting what made you tick and your body arch into her touch. she was even rewarded with a few mewls from your swollen lips when her thumb rolled over your hardened nipple.

mizu’s lips suddenly found the front of your throat, taking you by surprise when your head lulled back. your fingers laced through her long dark locks, gently tugging when the flat of her tongue messily dragged over the blooming mark on your skin.

“you sound so fucking pretty f’me,” mizu’s voice was deep and low, drawing another needy whine from you. your sounds were intoxicating. every ounce of embarrassment and uncertainty was beginning to fade away every time she elicited one from you. so much so that she gained enough confidence to slot her hips in between your thighs, cushioning her thrust with her hand.

you gasped, the gap between your back and the cold ground getting smaller. mizu’s lips curled upwards in a smirk when your fingers locked around her shoulders, nails digging crescents into her skin. “can i touch you here?”

you nodded so quickly you almost made yourself dizzy. “please — fuck — please!” you begged her, feeling the pads of her fingers tracing gentle circles into the hot flesh of your inner thighs. her touch was always unusually colder than you expected, and it made your body prickle with goosebumps.

“what do you want me to do? hm?” you smelled the teasing bounce in her tone, but you had no gall to scold her for it.

instead, your hips pathetically rutted into her palm with a whine. “want you to rub my clit ‘n fill me up with your fingers.” your words made her stomach stir with arousal, and mizu hummed.

then, finally granting you the satisfaction you craved, she started circling your clit with the pad of her middle finger. you cried out at the sensation, greedily rutting into mizu’s hand for more. “like this, doll?”

mizu’s purred nickname made you sigh and you nodded against her shoulder. “look at me.” the blue-eyed woman instructed. her tone made a chill run down your back and you leaned onto your palms to show her what she’d done.

your face had flushed a deep red and a sheen of sweat made you glisten in the dim light. your own eyelids hung low and you now looked at mizu with a predatory gaze. she returned that hunger twice as strongly, picking up her pace between your thighs.

“mizu,” her name tumbled from your lips like a prayer. “need you inside of me, please.” your patience was running incomprehensibly thin the closer mizu pushed you to the edge and you found your thighs were already beginning to shake.

you grasped mizu’s wrist, the woman’s face suddenly twisting with fear that she’d done something you didn’t like, and slowly guided her fingers to your lips. mizu watched with a shuddering whine as you took her middle and index finger into your mouth, rolling your tongue over and between them.

“fuck,” mizu groaned at the warm sensation. she felt herself clench around nothing when she saw the dark look in your eyes as they bored into hers. even when you let her pull her hand back, a thin line of droll connecting the tips of her digits and your bottom lip, you refused to break eye contact.

so she didn’t either. not even when she slid both fingers into your wet cunt all the way to her knuckle. she watched your face twist with pleasure, and reveled in the way her name flew from your lips between moans.

your arms wrapped around mizu’s neck as your lips found hers, pulling her almost flush to your body as you collapsed back onto your crumpled haori with a squeal. mizu quickly found her balance, letting out a soft giggle at your eagerness.

you moaned into the sloppy kiss, your hips rolling up to meet mizu’s deep thrusts. yet it seemed nothing could quite quench your thirst.

your hand slid down the front of mizu’s body, lingering to toy with her nipples for a while, before reaching her thighs. she hummed softly against your mouth when she felt your palm gently begin to coax her legs open wider.

mizu gasped when you found her clit, her own arousal making it easy for your finger to roll over it. the rhythmic pace of her fingers faltered for just a moment. “shit,” she hissed amidst a moan.

the blue-eyed woman persisted, striking a borderline brutal pace right back up. now it was your turn to waver, your fingers going almost still at her pussy. “mi-izu!” you cried out, tears pricking at your eyes when her two fingers curled deep inside of you.

“that’s it, doll. cum on my fingers.” mizu cooed, watching your expression twist and turn with lust-crazed eyes. you were getting closer and closer to your orgasm, and mizu’s pride was only swelling along with you. she could hardly believe she was making you feel like this — sound like this.

moans and whines tore from your throat as your cunt clenched around mizu’s digits, practically sucking them in. mizu was captivated by the feeling, and she knew she would’ve been entranced by the sight if she wasn’t so damn focused on your beautiful face.

“look at me.” it seemed she lost her demanding tone and now wore one of desperation. “i wanna look at you while you cum.” mizu all but begged you, melting when you shakily hummed and met her gaze.

her piercing blue eyes alone nearly pushed you over the edge. but instead it was the groan she let out the second you had looked up at her that left your thighs trembling against her hips and your cunt spasming around her fingers.

mizu was almost embarrassed by the way her own hips rutted against the back of her hand and the whine that fell from her lips at the sight of you. almost.

she found your lips before you’d even finished regaining your composure, melting against you one last time before letting herself go with a broken cry.

for a while you remained like that; mizu panting against your chest while your fingers carded through her hair. “you did so good, mizu,” you whispered, trying to catch your breath. “so fuckin’ good.”

wow!

[multi-fandom-imagine]

smutty blurb, aiighty

just mizu jacking off to the thought of reader

A/n: 👏👏 ....let me know if you want a part 2

Warnings: Self pleasure, dirty thoughts

Part of Mizu knew this was wrong, she couldn't help but feel a little dirty doing this but she had to get rid the tension she was feeling or she'd never be able go concentrate.

So she made up a lie, a simple lie that would make sure the other's wouldn't follow, that you wouldn't follow.

Stripping herself free from the confine's of her clothes, Mizu sunk her teeth into her lip as she slipped into water. The cold doing nothing to stop the feel of her heated skin.

Sinking her teeth into her lip's she let her fingers trail down her body. Past her breast's and toward's the once spot that was desperately aching to be touched.

Her thought's drifted off toward's you, your smile, your laughter. How soft your hand felt clasped against hers.

Her back pressed against the rock, her hand slipped between her thighs. Her fingers began to explore her own wetness, gliding through her folds in an intoxicating rhythm.

You were not far from her mind, her heart rounding, how she desperately wished that this was you who was pleasing her. Your lip's against her skin, your finger's dipping into her cunt. She could see it now, how cute you are. The little pout on your lips as you would hump her knee.

As she pleasured herself, Mizu let out soft moans, her eyes would never leaving yours. She would reveled in the power that she had over you, knowing that her own pleasure was driving you wild with desire.

Sinking her teeth into her lip, she bucked against her fingers, she could almost taste you on her lips as she continued to pleasure herself, her movements becoming more urgent as she felt the coil of desire tightening within her. Her thumb rubbing her clit as she was desperate for a relief

Then once hit her, your name spilled from her lips as her free gripped the rock. Chest heaving she slowly felt herself come down from its high though her body tensed hearing a soft but familiar voice.

"Mizu?"

[nightfall-kachiniko]

“THE SAME EYES AS YOU..” ✩ˎˊ˗ pt.1

mizu x reader || blue eyed samurai ᝰ.ᐟ

a/n: i thought this would be a super cool concept to see in BES, so I hope you enjoy.

You don’t know how you got here, all you knew is you did. Walking through the snow barely able to stand, your legs dragging behind you. Drops of blood streamed down your rough skin.

It was so windy and cold. The snow had to be over 4 feet deep as the blizzard forced your body forward. The air was so brittle and dry you couldn’t feel your skin.

Crisp snow blew in your face, blinding you from the little vision you could see.

The only thing you could feel was the little bit of warmth your blood carried inside of you.

Until it was the only thing you could feel. As it all got weary, and warmed you all around, sending a hot streak up your body. Until it hit the ground.

your eyes fluttered open slightly, as you swayed in and out of consciousness. Your body was on the floor, but it wasn’t of snow. Instead it was wood, a hard wooden floor. the coldness was now a crackling warmth, as voices muttered all around you.

“I don’t trust it.” you could make out a man’s voice saying, then a sharp shing of metal.

“Wait! Stop we haven’t even talked to her yet!” another said, more high pitched.

you used whatever strength you could find in your drowsy body to lift yourself up, a grut of shock coming from behind you. you turned over on the floor, trying to sit up, a blade meeting your face.

You yelped in shock. Quickly crawling yourself backwards from the metal in your face.

“Taigen! Stop! I told you you’d scare her!”

You screamed looking up at the man infront of you. He was an Asian man with dark hair, his eyebrows knitted as his face held a look of uncertainty but fierceness.

You screamed in fear of the blade drawn infront of you, as you huddled yourself backwards, shutting your eyes closed. “SHUT UP!” The man said harshly, gritting his teeth.

“GET AWAY FROM ME!” You yelled, crawling yourself backwards.

He looked at the other man, confused at the way you were speaking. Your Japanese sounded weird, different.

“ugh..” a scoff was heard. “be quiet,” a man’s voice distantly said, pulling open the cabin door.

“What did you bring in this time taigen? “he said sarcastically.

They wore a big hat, covering their eyes, but all you could see was the sword strapped to their side.

thats until their eyes met yours. It went quiet as the man backed up, eyes widening in shock as he stared into yours. those orange glasses covering his own.

All that filled the room was the crackle of the fire place and your quiet frantic breaths of fear.

“Taigen, put the sword down.” They ordered, their eyes not leaving yours. The man hesitantly glanced between you and him before doing so.

All he could do is stare at you. And you knew why. Of course, you were different. Your hair was different, your skin, nobody was like you.

until they took off their glasses.

What you didn’t know, was they were too.

and like a mirror, blue eyes stared back at you.

you locked eyes with this man, as his gaze became soft, almost comfortable looking back into yours.

and for a spit second you felt safe with this stranger.

“Your eyes..” you both said.

“they’re just like mine.”

[sophswritingthings]

Mizu: Reader and I don’t have pet names for each other.

Ringo: Oh. Alright. Tell me though, what do bees make?

Mizu: Honey?

Reader poking their head in from the next room: Yes, my love?

Ringo: Never lie to my face again.

pairing: mizu x fem!reader

warning(s): none

a/n: I HAVE SEEN THIS ON PINTEREST SO MUCH THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME INDULGE IN SILLY LITTLE IDEAS!!1!!!!111

word count: 142 words / 826 characters

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"do you and (y/n) have pet-names for each other?" ringo questioned, sipping his tea, "I remember my mother and father calling each other something. do you?"

mizu glanced at him, raising an eyebrow, "no--we don't have pet-names for reach other," she responded rather sharply.

"oh--okay," he murmured, glancing at mizu again, "tell me though, master, what do bees make?"

she gazed at ringo for a moment. was he actually being serious?

".. honey?" mizu hissed, "ringo, I hardly--"

"yes, my love?" you pop your head into the room, looking like you were covered in paint. you had been painting something, that was obvious.

her face flushed with color. how could she have been so gullible as to fall for something stupid as that?

ringo chuckled, grabbing his cup of tea, "never lie to me again."

mizu sighed, nodding at him, "well played."

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[ariforshort]

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★nsfw !

mizu who is SO obsessed with watching you ride her that she'll beg you to do it every chance she gets. whenever she's at her desk working, or on the couch playing video games, or in bed reading, most likely you'll be on her lap, her favourite strap buried inside you. she'll beg you so much, going as far as to drop a little "please, babygirl?" because she knows it makes you weak. she'll kiss you all over, peppering little bites on your shoulders as she worships you straddling her, telling you how gorgeous you look, how well you take her, how much she wants to be able to feel you. she almost can. not that almost would ever be enough for her. and god, you're so gorgeous when you whine as she bottoms out in you, your pretty eyelashes fluttering closed and your pretty nails digging into her shirt. if she's being nice— and she always is, she'll let her thumb trail to your clit, painfully slow but so good, and you let her know, curses and pleas of her name spilling from your lips. and she adores how your thighs force themselves shut when you let go, how you make such futile attempts at keeping quiet. and mizu is speechless, just taking in how good you're feeling because, shit, she is whipped. poor baby doesn't even let herself cum because she stops the second you tell her to :( but she loves u too much to care <3

(a/n: srry it's short ! not used to writing nsfw, this is sorta just a practice to see if y'all fw it so I can decide whether I wanna write more in depth smut :) hoping to write more often, so please give me ideas !)

[lessbienlesbian]

lil mizu drabble

the frigid night air was quieter than usual. there was no crackling fire and soft rustling, as would be expected on the nights that you and mizu slept in shifts. tonight, the only noise you could hear was soft breathing and the occasional whimper escaping the chapped lips of your sleeping lover.

even in her sleep mizu was not allowed rest, she was plagued by nightmares that would often shove her back into consciousness, all wild eyes and rapid breathing. you would do your best to soothe her when this happened, to pull her mind away from the icy flames of her past that licked at her heels anytime she allowed herself to stagnate. you would hold her shivering frame and press kisses along the icy rivers that flowed down her face. mizu would never admit to it in the light of day, but the nighttime brought about a naked sense of honesty about all things. it was under the stars that you first told her

“i love you”. and it was thanks to the darkness that you couldn’t see the way her face reddened when she replied

“i love you too”.

[ranbitteeth]

Modern! Mizu& BES Cast Interpretations

Modern Mizu Headcannons! (i type as i think do not expect anything profound)

early childhood:

- Avoids drugs and alcohol in any and all situations. Mama was an addict in early childhood and her obvious neglect lead to bullying as a child

- sword father ran a repair shop/corner store in the neighborhood. mizu would help out in exchange for sanctuary when mama would disappear for weeks at a time.

- mizu knew ‘mama’ wasn’t her real mom, but she stuck with what she had and loved her regardless

- she’d often skip school entirely, much to swordfather’s disapproval and dismay.

- he would not approve of mama

- mama thinks of swordfather as a cheapskate because he wouldn’t pay mizu for her time at his shop. they do not like each other.

- mama eventually overdoses early in Mizu’s life and is taken away in an ambulance. she stays with swordfather but he does not win custody. she is not cared for in the foster system regardless, so she is often in his shop whenever she runs away.

- mama survives, but she does not know this as she does not make an effort to contact mizu in foster care

middle years:

- swordfather puts a large emphasis in education for mizu. he is poor and won’t be around much longer, so he wants her to be able to make it.

- he often forces her to attend despite bullying. he gives her a stern silent treatment if he catches wind of her failing any classes or skipping.

- when she is at home he makes sure she is either studying or working. he cares deeply. they both realize this.

- she does not have friends. the entire school staff knows of her trauma and are uncertain how to approach her or the bullying that erupts.

- she would get in fights more often than not. a ‘troubled youth’. comes across as the scary quiet kid.

- taigen is absolutely in the same boat as mizu, but his father is more well liked and he hides his abuse better. he is a main bully of mizu. they are each other’s punching bag in the school playgrounds.

- the school counselors advise her to join boxing/sports etc, but she is a malnourished, scrawny kid with temper issues and cannot afford lessons.

- she sneaks into the training rooms regardless and weasels her way in once they see her pent up skill and energy.

older (aprox. 18/19)

- senior year of highschool

- has a space in swordfather’s home, though it’s unofficial. the two run the shop together with him as the speaker and mizu the silent do-er. customers find her silent persona and steely demeanor unnerving

- mama reappears. she is skinnier and frailer looking. her teeth are mostly rotted and she looks about ready to break

- mizu is still a mama’s girl .

- she takes care of mama any way she can, much to swordfather’s silent disapproval. mizu is getting ready to attend state uni but mama is a loud and massive distraction from that.

- mizu takes a gap year to fuss over mama’s rehab & medical needs

- through a series of biting remarks and pressure to marry, mama brings home a boyfriend for mizu

- he is older, far older. swordfather is silent for weeks and mizu craves mama’s affection.

- somehow, the two make it work for the course of about a year.

- in the last two months of their relationship, M*kio attempts to gap the bridge in mizu and swordfather’s relationship by helping out around the shop.

- swordfather still disapproves of him and does not speak when he’s around. he is delighted mizu is back, but never says so

- mizu is undoubtedly smart and skilled. she can repair what mikio cannot, write, and solve brilliantly. he is a college drop out and mizu has not yet started.

- he becomes increasingly bitter over time until the two have a massive argument

- by the end, mizu comes home to an empty apartment with all of the money she had saved over the years gone. there is no trace of mama or m*kio.

present day:

- widely regarded as unfairly attractive.

- (those cold ass showers she always takes make her skin and hair flawless)

- secretly has a cute little skincare routine that she hides out of embarrassment from swordfather. she does not use conditioner in the shower.

- is always seen in hand-me-downs. sees no point in luxury items but she somehow always makes grandpa clothes work for her.

- swordfather pesters her to at least own two pairs of smart shoes and a nice shirt for special occasions. she obliges.

- she is smart, but deathly quiet. only nods in understanding and affirmative and only speaks when professors ask her to.

- her voice and demeanor have people thinking she’s a man more often than not. she never bothers to correct anyone.

- she’s actually quite respectful to authority/elders. if an elderly woman stops her on the street she bends down to meet her at eye level and helps her courteously. (carries her groceries, helps her cross the street, etc)

- she is well liked among the elderly.

- taigen is her main academic rival. the only reason he won the scholarship she could’ve got was because of the gap year she took. he often mocks her for this

- while he is part of a fraternity he’s not really a frat boy. a jock? certainly.

- akemi’s father owns the arts and sciences building in a different university. she’s only heard of mizu but hates “him” on taigen’s behalf.

- ringo is a social butterfly. his kind and friendly personality attracts a lot of friends in each class. he’s probably a part of pottery classes or something, artistic and a chef. he makes quick friends with mizu by his persistency, and mizu doesn’t have any friends besides him.

- she is often seen following him around, silent and deadly looking. “ringo’s scary friend”

another version with [Reader]? Maybe, maybe not! (yes but later)

Inbox is always open to requests!

[unamedica]

MIZU Meeting a London Lady -

Mizu traced the map with a hint of fondness, curious--thoroughly interested these "London" people knew about Japan. It was completely detailed, from Kyushu to Kyoto and all the way to Honshu. She hovered over Edo and wondered about everyone, especially swordfather.

The samurai (or lost ronin, depends who you ask), faltered slightly when Fowler's door opened and a thin man walked through.

"I need a quarterly, Mr Fowler. Preferably right away; my mother is waiting for the numbers. You know how irate she becomes when..." The Englishman froze when he spotted Mizu. "...oh dear,"

Mizu wasn't afraid of being "caught." But rather interested in meeting others, solely to gain knowledge about her current residence. The "man" that spoke held a light inflection. Higher vocal tone than most, yet still deeper than Mizu's lower register. The one Mizu chooses when she's pretending to be a...

Mizu mulled over the learned phrases Fowler had her learn. "You're a woman." she settled with.

No, "Good morning's" (it wasn't a good one for the samurai), and no "hellos" Mizu didn't practice the art in fine socializing skills.

The man...er, woman, closed the door behind her. Trapping herself in the room with the foreigner. She was dressed as a fine gentleman would. Taller than average, just as Mizu was, but more adept at speaking formally as a man. Her eyes were a deeper blue than Mizu's. And her eyes, similar shape as well. A foreign onryō? All this way from Japan?

"And just who are you, good sir?" The woman snapped, bringing Mizu back to their current situation.

Mizu repeated the phrase in her head, trying to understand the question. "I'm Mizu. Your name?" She asked in return.

The woman heard the feminine voice and instantly relaxed. "Mizu. Your accent. You're not from here."

Mizu nodded.

"I'm.. well Mr Flowler calls me what he wishes, and those name aren't repeatable in front of a, uh, lady. But they call me... Mr Kiramman." She nodded with a strong assurance. "Caitlyn Kiramman."

[the-lady-general]

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"There is no pain…"

… not while Ringo brushes the words onto Mizu's back, with hairs so fine that Mizu suppresses a shudder…

"No cause of pain…"

… and yet Ringo slashes pain into Mizu's skin with only the short length of lacquered wood between them, as softly as he can…

"No end to pain…"

… and his clumsy writing hitches with the rise and fall of Mizu's chest, catches on the dips and bumps of Mizu's scars. Making the holy words impure.

Ringo prays the forge fire will forgive him, and writes the verse that scares him most:

"No path to follow."

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[amica-aenigmata-naboo]

🖤✨ Welcome! ✨🖤

Hello lovely! 💖 Thank you so much for finding your way to my page! My name is Naboo and I am a 24 year old smut addict who has turned to their own devices and gone feral 👹 Requests are OPEN - I write for whoever so don't be shy - Submit a request and I just might write it!

Feel free to ask/say anything as this blog is a safe space for all! 😇

👽 Rules of the Lair 👽

I do write NSFW as well as SFW; all NSFW works will be marked as such (NSFW 18+).

I try to write my characters gender neutral and use they/them pronouns so everyone can be included. If a fic is not gender neutral it will be listed as such.

Hateful or negative behavior is not tolerated here, you will be blocked and publicly shamed.

Other than all that - enjoy! I really look forward to posting more and interacting with all of you fine folk! :D

MASTERLIST

🥵 - Smut

🍦 - Fluff

🎭 - Angst

🏳️‍🌈 - Gender Neutral

🥀 - Female

🌙 - Male

🚫 - Mature Content

🪐 - Personal Favorite

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Baldurs Gate III / Astarion

Series:

COLLISION - Astarion X Y/N - isekai series

🏳️‍🌈🥵🍦🎭

chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 3

chapter 4

chapter 5 NSFW 18+

chapter 6 NSFW 18+

chapter 7 NSFW 18+

Aeterna Amantes - Astarion x Y/N - series

🏳️‍🌈🥵🍦🎭🚫🪐

chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 3

chapter 4 NSFW 18+

chapter 5

Drabbles/Oneshots:

Do You Love Me? - Astarion x Y/N 🎭🍦🏳️‍🌈🪐

Stardust - Astarion x Y/N - isekai 🚫🎭🍦🏳️‍🌈

700 Years - Astarion x Y/N 🚫🍦🏳️‍🌈🎭

Part 2

Good Boys - Astarion x Y/N 🍦🏳️‍🌈

Sleep Well Pet - Astarion x Y/N 🚫🍦🏳️‍🌈

Show Me What You Like NSFW 18+ - Astarion x Y/N 🥵🍦🥀

Fae Folly NSFW 18+ - Astarion x Y/N 🥵🍦🥀

Every Lifetime - Astarion x Y/N 🚫🎭🏳️‍🌈

Part 2

Never Afraid Again - Astarion x Y/N 🚫🎭🏳️‍🌈🪐

All The Things Love Could Be - Astarion x Y/N 🍦🏳️‍🌈

Midnight Zone - Astarion x Y/N 🍦🏳️‍🌈

Undead Heart - Astarion x Y/N 🎭🍦🏳️‍🌈🪐

Past, Present, Future - Astarion x Y/N 🚫🎭🍦🏳️‍🌈

Eternal - Astarion x Y/N 🎭🍦🏳️‍🌈

Little Mouse - NSFW 18+ - Haarlep x Y/N 🍦🏳️‍🌈🥵🚫

Endlessly - NSFW 18+ - Astarion x plus size! Y/N 🍦🏳️‍🌈🥵🪐

Part 2

Satisfaction - Astarion x Y/N 🎭🍦🏳️‍🌈

Magnificent - Astarion x Y/N 🚫🍦🏳️‍🌈🎭

Comfortable - Astarion x Y/N NSFW 18+🍦🏳️‍🌈🥵🚫

Unfinished - Astarion x Y/N 🍦🏳️‍🌈

Help - Astarion x Y/N 🚫🍦🏳️‍🌈🎭

Lucky For You I'm A Vampire - Astarion x Y/N NSFW 18+ 🍦🚫🥵🪐🏳️‍🌈

Penance - Astarion x Y/N x Abdirak NSFW 18+ 🍦🚫🥵🪐🥀🎭

Looks - Astarion x Y/N 🍦🏳️‍🌈🎭

I See You - Astarion x Y/N 🍦🏳️‍🌈

Spawn - Astarion x Y/N 🎭🍦🏳️‍🌈

Hurt - Astarion x Y/N 🎭🍦🏳️‍🌈

Rage - Astarion x Y/N NSFW 18+🍦🏳️‍🌈🥵🎭

Scared - Astarion x Y/N 🍦🏳️‍🌈🎭🚫🪐

Nightmare - Astarion x Y/N 🎭🍦🏳️‍🌈

Shrink - Astarion x Y/N 🎭🍦🏳️‍🌈

Used - Astarion x Y/N 🎭🍦🏳️‍🌈

Humanity - Astarion x Y/N 🍦🏳️‍🌈🎭🚫🪐

May I? - Astarion x Y/N 🍦🏳️‍🌈

Bind - Astarion x Nonbinary! Y/N 🍦🏳️‍🌈🎭

As You Wish - Astarion x Y/N 🍦🏳️‍🌈🎭

Irrevocably Yours - Astarion x Y/N 🏳️‍🌈🎭🚫🪐

Monster - Astarion x Y/N NSFW 18+🍦🏳️‍🌈🥵🎭

Hypersexual - Astarion x Y/N 🍦🏳️‍🌈🎭

Kind - Astarion x Y/N 🍦🏳️‍🌈

Scars - Astarion x Y/N 🍦🏳️‍🌈🪐

Sunwalker - Astarion x Y/N 🏳️‍🌈🎭🚫🍦

Devotion - Astarion x Y/N 🏳️‍🌈🎭🍦

Can’t - Astarion x Y/N 🏳️‍🌈🎭🍦

Hurtful Word - Astarion x Y/N 🏳️‍🌈🎭🍦

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DPR IAN / Christian Yu / Mito

Drabbles/Oneshots

Mito - Christian Yu x Y/N 🎭🍦🏳️‍🌈

Rest - Christian Yu x Y/N 🎭🍦🏳️‍🌈

Father - Christian Yu x Y/N 🍦🏳️‍🌈

Show Me Love - Christian Yu x Y/N 🎭🍦🏳️‍🌈

Drunk In Love - Christian Yu x Y/N 🍦🏳️‍🌈

Infinity - Christian Yu x Y/N 🎭🍦🏳️‍🌈

Sorry - Christian Yu x Y/N 🎭🍦🏳️‍🌈

Comfy - Christian Yu x Y/N 🎭🍦🏳️‍🌈

Little Love - Christian Yu x Y/N 🏳️‍🌈🎭🚫🍦

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Mizu / Blue Eye Samurai

Drabbles/Oneshots

Savior - Mizu x Y/N 🎭🍦🏳️‍🌈🚫

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Feyd Rautha / Dune

Drabbles/Oneshots

Wait - Feyd Rautha x Y/N 🎭🍦🥀🥵🚫

Part 2

Part 3 NSFW 18+

In Time - Feyd Rautha x Y/N 🍦🥀

Part 2

Power - Feyd Rautha X Y/N 🎭🍦🥀

Series

Blood Sport - Feyd Rautha x Y/N 🎭🍦🥀🥵🚫

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

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Cat King / Dead Boy Detectives

Drabbles/Oneshots

Honey - Cat King x Y/N 🏳️‍🌈🎭🍦

[vampyan]

blog & request rules ⨟

minors and ageless blogs do not interact! you will be blocked on sight.

this blog is dom!reader x sub!yandere!character only. you can find sub!reader everywhere else so don’t come looking for it here.

all gender identities are welcome but this blog mainly caters to fem/afab!readers.

this blog is yandere-centric and will be littered with dark content, though all of these things will be tagged.

anon hate & rude asks will be ignored & deleted on sight cus idc.

this is a sideblog and i’ll mostly be posting fic here, so it won’t be nearly as active as my main -> @vampcubus

characters i write for ⨟

-> kimetsu no yaiba

kyojuro rengoku ; obanai iguro ; tengen uzui & wives ; shinobu kocho ; sanemi shinazugawa ; shinjuro rengoku ; zenitsu agatsuma ; inosuke hashibira ; tanjiro kamado ; genya shinazugawa ; muzan kibutsuji ; akaza ; gyutaro ; gyokko ; hantengu clones (sekido & urogi preferred) ;

-> telltale batman

john doe / joker ; edward nygma / riddler ; harvey dent / two-face ; harley quinn ;

-> my hero academia

cathleen bate / star and stripe ; toshinori yagi / all might ;

-> helluva boss

blitzø ; fizzarolli ; asmodeus ; mammon ;

-> the arcana

lucio ; muriel ; asra ; vulgora ;

-> dragon ball

goku ; vegeta ; gohan ; broly ; frieza ; frost ; beerus ; android 17 ; android 18 ; zamasu ; goku black ; jiren ;

-> miscellaneous fandom yanderes

mizu (blue eye samurai) ; sidon (loz botw & totk) ; john doe (visual novel) ; victor van dort (corpse bride) ;

-> original yandere characters

coming soon!

request rules ⨟

requests aren't guaranteed and might take me a while (especially since i run another blog as well) but i'll try to finish as many as i can >:3

yandere!character is the main focus of this blog, but yandere!reader is also acceptable!

all characters aged up to 18+ if applicable

please be specific and have a concept instead of sending something like ‘kyojuro x reader smut’ i’ll be more likely to write it if you know exactly what you want :)

will write ⨟

fics, headcanons, and quick thirsts/drabbles.

dom!reader x sub!yandere!character. (top! or bottom!reader so long as they are dominant)

fem or afab!reader for nsfw. will do fem or gender-neutral reader for sfw. (pls specify if you’d prefer a gn!reader)

non-sexual non-con, dub-con, non-con touching/affection, stalking, controlling behavior, kidnapping, manipulation, blood & gore.

polyamory, threesomes, and harems (ex: uzuren x reader, obamitsu x reader, inotan x reader, kamaboko trio x reader, fizzmodeus x reader)

a/b/o dynamics. alpha!reader x omega!character preferred, but will write for dominant omega readers (ex: prime omega!reader)

monsterfucking/teratophilia, monster/cryptid au yanderes (ex: cryptid!kyojuro, werewolf!sanemi, eldritch horror!yandere)

kny demon pet au (@/invertedphantasmagoria, @/phantasmiafxndom), hybrid au, catboys, puppyboys, bunnyboys etc...

won’t write ⨟

sub!reader x dom!character

male or amab!readers.

kink no-no’s: sexual non-con, incest/stepcest, daddy kink, piss play/watersports/omorashi, foot fetish, maledom.

forced pregnancy, miscarriages.

[0nelittlebirdtoldme]

uh oh another one. i am not sure if i will do a fic for every prompt, but for now i am honestly just happy that i managed to write a little bit again, even if it is just a drabble/double drabble/tripple drabble every other day <3

Written for Day 2 of @taimizuweek - Play/Laughter || Touch — June 3

Taigen feels bitter over Mizu wearing his stolen scarf.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Imagine:

Mizu arriving in London, she gets Lodging at this little home, it is run by an older couple and their daughter{ you }.

She does her best to ignore their kidness, ignore you, that she came to London for a reason but it gets harder and harder because you're so soft, so sweet.

It started off with you cooking sweets for her, making sure shes comfortable and Mizu hates it because she shouldn't want to be near you, she shouldn't enjoy the way you smile at her or enjoy hearing that soft laugh of yours that seem's to erase all her worries away.

She shouldn't enjoy how soft your body feel's against her own, how good your lips taste or the way you look at her with such love.

Mizu hates it, Mizu hate's it because she does enjoy it.

She love's the way your body flushes when she gives you a teasing comment. She loves the taste of your lips, the sigh the first time she kisses you. She loves how understanding your mother is, how the older woman frets over her, asking if she's eaten enough.

She loves how well she gets along with your father, she loves watching you cook, tasting whatever little treats you make. She loves how you make her feel safe, how you made her feel like she was something after being alone for so long.

She loves it when you would look in her eyes or the feel of your hands against her skin.

She loves how you made her feel like she was the only thing in the world.

Mizu love's you and her heart couldn't help but leap in her throat when you looked up at her with those doe like eye's and gave her a smile. Your soft hand's holding gently onto hers.

"I love you too."

A/n: Ive been thinking about this since 2am

[sophswritingthings]

So I had a little cute idea about maybe mizu somehow ends up breaking the lens out of her glasses, like one of them pops out and she's irritated by it so reader takes the time to fix them for her withought her knowing just as a sign of love and appreciate for mizu❤ (my love language being acts of service is severally showing😭)

pairing: mizu x fem!reader

warning(s): none! fluff fluff fluff 

a/n: this is so 🥹 dw, my love language is also acts of service!! 🥰

summary: after seeing your partner frustrated, breaking the very glasses that protect her, you decide to fix them for her with her knowledge.

word count: 511 words / 2,710 characters 

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mizu groaned, the orange lens of her glasses popping out and onto the floor. she sighs, bending over and taking the lens in her hands.

“hey! It’s fixable,” you smile, seeing her irritated expression.

“yes, but I’ll have to take them into town,” she sighs. she places her glasses on a side table, along with the broken lens. she wraps her arms around your waist from behind, tucking her head into your neck.

you gently rub head head, seeing how tired she was. she begins to kiss your neck, placing tender yet passionate kisses behind your ear.

“we'll get them fixed, don’t worry,” you kiss her forehead. “get to bed, mizu. we can head into town tomorrow, and get them fixed.”

she nods, placing one last kiss on your neck. she mumbles a tired “I love you” before separating from you and disappearing into your room.

you glance at the glasses. you knew that she needed to wear them, to conceal her eyes—and the thought of her, going to town without them, scared you a bit.

you didn’t want her to be unsafe. you loved her; and you wanted her to be as safe as she could.

you grabbed the glasses, and the lens. you sat down at the table nearby, grabbing a small tool. you placed the glasses lens against the frames, pushing it in as much as you could. you grabbed your tool, screwing the rest in.

after a bit of a tussle, trying to get lens back in, you eventually managed to do so. you smiled, proud of your work.

and you know that mizu would appreciate it greatly, not having to go into town without her glasses to protect her.

you grab a piece of parchment, writing her a little note and sliding it under the glasses. after doing so, you hop to your feet, disappearing to your bedroom as well.

you climb in bed with mizu, who is fast asleep—you wrap yourself up in your partner, the warmth and love radiating from the embrace.

mizu woke up the next morning, to see you gone. you'd probably gone into town to shop, but she was surprised you hadn’t waited for her to wake up—since you needed to get her glasses fixed.

she rose out of the bed slowly, rubbing her head and slipping onto her feet. she walks out of the bedroom, seeing her glasses sat on the table—

—fixed.

her eyes widen a little, than soften as she laughs to herself. that’s why you'd left without her; because you didn’t need to get them fixed. you'd done it yourself.

she walks over to the table, sliding the note from under the glasses. she smiled as she read it,

“no-need to get them fixed, my love. I’ve done it for you already, and I’ll see you when I get home! I love you.”

the note and the gesture warmed her heart; she really didn’t think she could love you anymore than she did—but miraculously, she managed to fall in love with you again and again every day.

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[ervans]

inactive

MASTERLIST

ellie williams(tlou):

fics/imagines

influencer!ellie imagine

distance

labyrinth

drabbles

ellie w/ a partner who has nipple piercings

ellie wearing glasses

sucking on ellies strap

spending christmas w/ ellie

mizu (blue eye samurai):

fics/imagines

care for you