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no yeah i cant hang out sorry. yeah im hugging my pillow in bed today. yeah no itll be for a while. maybe for forever. OK bye

SEBIAN LEX

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【𝗠𝗶𝘇𝘂'𝘀 𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗙𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂】

A/n: I love her.

Mizu is not a woman built for softness—but she gives it to you anyway, in her own way. Sharp hands. Quiet praise. Brutal honesty. You’re the only one allowed behind the mask, beneath the blade. And when she takes you? It’s never casual. It’s control. It’s reverence. It’s hers.

1. The Sword Polishing Room—On Her Lap, Wet and Waiting

It’s the quiet after training. The room smells of oil and steel. Mizu sits cross-legged, shirt undone, your thighs straddling hers. She doesn’t even undress you—just pushes your robes aside and pulls your panties to the side like an afterthought. One hand keeps working the cloth over her blade. The other is between your legs, working slow, calculated circles. She fucks you with her fingers so steady you’re trembling in her lap, and when you beg? She doesn’t look up. “Focus. Come for me like you’re learning something.”

2. In the Springs—Her Fingers Under the Water, Her Mouth on Your Neck

She never lets her guard down. Not in public. Not around strangers. But the springs are different. The steam wraps around the two of you like a secret, and Mizu pulls you into her lap beneath the surface. Her fingers are already inside you before you can fully relax. “Keep your voice low,” she warns, licking along your neck. “Or I’ll make you come harder.” She makes good on that promise. You almost drown on a gasp.

3. Against the Wall of an Enemy’s Home—Right After a Kill

Her blade is still wet. Her eyes are wild. And you? You’re the only thing anchoring her. She pushes you against the wall the moment the target drops, pressing her thigh between your legs and grinding until you moan. “You wait for me like this?” she asks, tone dangerous. “Dripping wet while I kill for us?” Then she drops to her knees, licks up your thigh, and makes you come with her mouth still tasting of violence. She fucks like she needs to burn the rage out of her, and you let her.

4. Under the Floorboards of a Tea House—While People Walk Above You

It’s supposed to be a hiding place. It is—but not for long. The second the trapdoor shuts, Mizu has you on your back, hands sliding up your thighs with practiced ease. “No one knows we’re here,” she whispers, voice like smoke. “So why are you shaking like they’ll hear you come?” She fucks you slow, deliberate, while the sound of footsteps above only makes your pulse race. You break when she says your name like a threat and a vow in the same breath.

5. On the Tatami Mat—With a Wooden Sword Between Your Legs

It starts as training. She teaches you grip, form, control. But when she stands behind you, correcting your stance, her hands linger. She slides the bokken between your legs, hips grinding the length into your soaked folds, and suddenly you’re begging. “Say please,” she demands. You do. She rocks it against your clit while her hand covers your mouth, breathing against your neck. When you come, she holds you upright, whispering, “Next time, I’ll use the real blade.”

6. On Her Back, Letting You Take Control—Just Once

Mizu doesn’t give up control easily—but sometimes she wants to be undone. So she lays back, arms folded behind her head, watching you climb onto her lap with a dark, unreadable gaze. “Show me what you want,” she says. You ride her face, her fingers, her thigh—whatever she gives. But she doesn’t break eye contact. Not once. And when you finally break, gasping her name, she flips you effortlessly and pins you down with a smirk. “My turn.”

7. Bound in Silk Rope, Legs Spread, Eyes Locked on Hers

Mizu doesn’t rush the tying. She treats it like an art—each knot perfectly placed, every wrap of silk as calculated as her swordplay. You’re spread on the floor, wrists bound above your head, legs pulled open and secured in a way that leaves you trembling. She doesn’t say much—just watches you, fingers teasing the edge of your folds until you’re begging. “You’re so easy to ruin like this,” she murmurs, slipping two fingers inside. “But I always put you back together, don’t I?” You nod. She makes you come again before undoing a single knot.

8. In the Woods, Strap-On Buckled Tight Under Her Robes

She takes you for a walk where no one will follow. The air is cool, your hand in hers, her thumb brushing your palm with deceptive tenderness. But the second she finds a secluded clearing, Mizu pushes you against a tree, robes falling open just enough to reveal the leather harness strapped low on her hips. “Turn around,” she orders. She fucks you from behind, one hand on your throat, the other covering your mouth as her hips snap hard and fast. You’re crying into her hand, stuffed full and breathless. She doesn’t stop until your knees give out.

9. Rare Submission—When You Pin Her Down

It’s late. Her guard is lowered. You’re straddling her hips, wrists held down, watching her fight the urge to flip you and take back control. But she doesn’t. Not tonight. “You’re testing me,” she says, voice flat—but her pupils are blown wide, chest rising fast. You ride her slowly, taking your time, teasing her just like she does you. She bites her lip until it bleeds. When she comes, it’s with a quiet gasp and her fingers clutching the sheets. You lean down and whisper, “You’re mine too, you know.” She doesn’t argue.

10. In a Crowded Temple, Fingers Hidden Beneath Your Robes

Mizu prays in silence—but today, her hand slips under your robe mid-ceremony, fingers curling up inside you while others kneel just feet away. Her expression never changes. She keeps her eyes ahead, her posture perfect. You, however, are shaking beside her, trying not to let your knees buckle. “Don’t disgrace yourself,” she murmurs, lips unmoving. “Hold it in.” You come with a silent scream, robes clutched tightly in your fists. She keeps her hand there, deep and still. “We’ll atone later,” she says. But she doesn’t remove her fingers until the ceremony ends.

11. Over the Sheathed Blade, Grinding Until You Break

The sword is laid between your thighs, sheathed but firm, cold metal against your heated skin. Mizu sits back, watching—eyes hungry but hands behind her back. “Show me how desperate you are,” she says. You ride it slow at first, hips grinding along the length of her blade, gasping at the pressure. When you speed up, she still doesn’t move. “Use it,” she commands. You come hard, shaking above her sword, whispering her name like a prayer. That’s when she finally gets up. “Now,” she says, undoing her robes, “I’ll give you something sharper to come on.”

12. After Battle, Covered in Blood, With Her Face Between Your Thighs

She’s not clean yet. The blood’s still drying on her chest, the sweat still clinging to her neck—but the second she sees you waiting by the fire, she drops to her knees. She spreads your thighs apart and eats you like she hasn’t tasted peace in months. Her tongue is sharp, her grip even sharper, fingers bruising your thighs as she keeps you still. “You keep me alive,” she murmurs between licks, “so I’ll worship you properly.” You don’t argue—not with your legs over her shoulders and her mouth making you scream into the night.

13. In the Dojo, On Her Knees, Hands Behind Her Back.

You’d never expect Mizu to kneel for anyone—but tonight, she does. She strips her own kimono, folds her hands behind her, and bows her head before you. “Command me,” she says. And you do. You ride her face slowly, pulling her hair, grinding on her mouth until she moans into you. It’s intoxicating—seeing her so undone for you. But when you come, she licks you clean and stands with a gleam in her eye. “Now,” she says, cracking her knuckles, “my turn.”

THINKING ABOUT...

what a christmas with sugawara koshi would look like <3

baking cookies together and smearing the icing on each other

cuddling by the fireplace

hanging up a bunch of cute christmas decor

spending lots and lots of time thinking of the perfect gifts for each other

ice skating dates

sipping hot cocoa outside

building two snowmen - a boy and a (insert gender here haha)

snowball fights that end with you two on top of each other and giggling all red in the face

buying matching christmas pjs

watching christmas movies

building blanket forts

im def writing abt these in more detail

LALALI💥 WONWOO

He confesses to you with a letter. 

The letter was something you weren’t really ever expecting and it took you three times to read over it to fully process what it was. What he was saying. 

For a moment you wondered why he just didn’t call you, or tell you how he felt in person, but then again a writing you a letter seemed like something he’d do. 

It was simple, not too long; about one page of neatly written words that held so much more meaning in them than any other letter you’ve read before. 

With each and every word you read your heart beat quickened until your heart was practically jumping out of your chest. 

What he’d written wasn’t completely out of the blue, the connection between you was strong and something more special than you’d felt with anyone in a long time. But still you found yourself more shocked at the confession. 

What stuck in your head the most was the very last line.

‘”I’ll wait for you, love. Whenever you’re ready, I’ll be here.”

When you can finally think clearly again you waste no time in calling him, hands trembling as you find his contact. 

“Hello?”

“I don’t want you to wait.” You words are more rushed than you’d like them to be, barely giving him time to answer before you cut him off. 

“What?” You can hear the confusion lacing his voice when he speaks again. “Wait-”

“I got your letter.” You say almost breathlessly heart still pounding in your chest.

“Oh, you did?” He’s quiet for a moment and you can practically hear him tense through the phone. “And?”

“And I think you should come over.” 

Your response is quieter than everything you’ve said before and for some reason you feel nervous, like you aren’t holding his literal confession in your hands. 

“Want me to leave right now?”

“Yes, if you can I mean.” You stop yourself taking a deep breath before continuing. “I don’t think I can wait long enough for you to get my letter saying the same thing.” 

“Okay, I’ll be over soon.” Just like that the uncertainty in his voice was replaced by an audible smile, one you couldn’t wait to see.

AKAASHI, asahi, KITA, semi, ennoshita, sugawara

Okay so I waited to talk about this until the one-shot was officially posted but now that it has, I want to talk about Asahi's growth after high school.

First of all, the official art. The CONFIDENCE, the STYLE, EVERYTHING. When I saw this art I was like.... yeah. This is perfect. It just...fits. He found his way in the world.

And then we got this beauty:

I am. So proud of him.

So, so, so proud of him.

Cannot describe the way my heart swooned when I saw this.

He came SUCH a long way from being the nervous little kid in high school.

Look how happy he looks.

And with the way he is rubbing the back of his neck, I am assuming they're complimenting his designs.

And honestly? He deserves it because LOOK HOW FUCKING COOL THESE ARE

The green and black one has my entire heart, I wish I had one myself.

Look at where you came from:

Look at you now:

Anyway, I just wanted to say Azumane Asahi (apparel designer for ZealDence) is really fucking amazing and I love him very, very much. He deserves the world.

Thanks for coming to my TED talk.