#mizu writings

[potchi-fics]

note; look at her in the first pic omfgggggg the puppy eyes????????? i am ovulatinggg ive got a thing for asian baddies whose color palette is blue

tw; strap, overstimulation, yall fuck in a hotel, public sex

      she’s got you covering your mouth to conceal your whimpers and moans threatening to spill, eyes flickering because mizu’s silicone strap that is buried deep within you is hitting that one spot.

you don’t even know where she got it but here you are—on your back, legs up to your chest thanks to mizu holding down your legs, your dripping cunt free to use for her.

“you better keep quiet, or else they’ll hear you,” your vacant hand flies up to grip her blue kimono, “you don’t want that, do you?”

      you don’t. but she is making it very hard for you. the slaps of her hips are low, but they can be heard if one listens very carefully.

you honestly don’t know how many orgasms you’ve already had; three? four? there’s really no point in counting when the base of mizu’s strap is coated with your cum, rings forming around it. or, your slickness covering your entire cunt, i’m pretty sure her pants are covered too because you can feel its wetness when her thighs meet with yours.

she’s got a thing for fucking you numb while wearing her clothes. and for fucking you while in a hotel; the rush of it all. the thrill of it all. the risk of it all. the thought that someone can catch you two? mhmm.

your fingers curl firmly on her clothes when she particularly gives you a harsh thrust to bring you back to earth, your pussy fluttering around her strap, “focus on me.”

      you know she’s on the edge too. she barely shows it but you know. her breaths are shallow, eyes dilated, and her fingers are gripping your thighs so tight that she’ll be leaving marks and bruises.

“how can i focus on y-you–oh jesus,” you feel yourself gush around her strap. 

      the sting of her going in and out of you makes you see stars in your vision, your legs aching with how long she’s been at it.

she grunts with every thrust, putting all of her weight into fucking you senseless, “focus. on. me.” 

      your orgasm comes unexpectedly, blindsiding you; blinding you. your cum coats her dick more, coming out whiter and whiter each time she pulls back.

you’re sure your soul left your body because you don’t even register your hand coming up to mizu’s face, trying to push her away, eyes watering since she’s making you cum to the point where you feel like you’re floating.

your head hurts, your throat is sore, your body is aching, you feel dizzy, you feel everything—you feel her. 

“no, no,” her pace never wavers, her own clit stimulated from the strap rubbing it, “one more.”

“but that’s what you said hours a-ago, mizu.”

[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.

—

“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.

—

“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

[kidicaruslover911]

lesbian vampires are good for the soul btw

[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--

[pupfemmes]

could you please write about like loser mizu x popular reader headcanons ( nsfw or sfw idm!! ) 🩷🩷

!! men & non-sapphics dni !!

college au, mentions of weed, loser!mizu, popular!reader, femme reader, sesbian lex but not a lot, mizu is SUCH A LOSER, art student mizu, reader’s major isn’t specified, fluff, slight mentions of reader’s friends disliking mizu, m!k!o sneak

aagagahhh finally an excuse to write loser mizu… i love you anon you have made my day 🐾 i need more bes moots, the fandom is dying! i’ll be writing as much mizu as possible from now on, i love her so bad <3 sorry it’s a little short, it was kinda rushed !!

the day mizu met you is one she thinks about often. the two of you met because you bumped into her at a party she didn’t even wanna be at and she’d accidentally spilt her drink all over you.

and you’ve both been head over heels since. for mizu, it was how effortlessly sunshiny you are. how your makeup is always flawless and you look gorgeous even without it, how you always look perfect in anything, how you laugh with your head thrown back and your cheeks pink, how you’re made of nothing but sugar and spice and everything nice.

for you, it was how mizu was so helplessly pathetic around you. stuttering and stumbling over her words like you’d hit her if she said the wrong thing, trying so hard to impress you with her knowledge of music and fish and, for whatever reason, the sonic games. and how adorable she is, naturally. the way her nose is always pink, same as the tips of her ears. her eyebrows, how they tell you more about how she feels than she does. her lanky, boy-ish frame. it all spoke to you in a way the boys on campus never had. and you loved her for it.

when the two of you got together mizu thought she’d die. the day you told your friends they laughed, scoffed in your face— and then immediately shut up when you told them it wasn’t a joke. and since then you’ve been dragging her to social gatherings and parties since.

she doesn’t complain when you take her for coffee or brunch with your friends, because it makes you so happy. she doesn’t complain when you force her to take the bus with you to campus, or when you take her to the thrift stores or the market, or when you take her anywhere. it’s good for her, you say, she never left the house before meeting you. and you’re right, and it does make her feel good, so she goes.

she’s so clingy. always has a hand on your waist, or her fingers intertwined with yours, or her head on your shoulder. when you’re in bed, she will fully lay on top of you, head buried in your chest. because you never complain, and the last time she was with somebody he wouldn’t even let her hold his hand in public. bad times indeed.

she makes you her muse. as an art student she’s drawing constantly, and she thinks you are the epitome of artistic potential. she doesn’t necessarily make you pose, because she prefers to draw you as you are. bent over your work, writing or reading and sipping a coffee like it’s holy water. or in front of your vanity, tongue poked out as you do your makeup. you’re effortlessly gorgeous to her and she can’t help but want to put it onto paper.

she cried the first time you had sex. cried. sat there with tears running down her face because she’s never been treated so nicely. you’d asked her if things were okay, you’d taken the time to make sure she was satisfied after you were, and you’d brought her orange slices afterwards.

after that first time, you realise that your girlfriend is a freak. her sex drive is low but that doesn’t mean she’s any less eager.

her favourite thing to do is scissoring. because you both get off from it, and most of the time it means you cum at the same time. which is mizu’s favourite thing in the world.

she prefers to be the one to give, always shying away from receiving or letting herself be taken care of. it’s an instinct, and she’s very slowly learning to recondition herself.

she also realised that you’re actually so much cooler than your friends. while yes, you’re popular and well known and even more well loved, you have personality. you listen to cool music and watch cool shows and play cool games. she learns that you’re also chill with weed which benefits her greatly as a stoner.

mizu when high is like a cat on catnip. she’s either really hyper and much too aware, or she just lazes around like a potato. either way, you’re always in her arms, and her lips are always somewhere on your body.

she’s always saying some poetic shit to you. tells you she loves you constantly and writes texts like she’s the second coming of elizabeth barrett browning writing sonnet 43.

stops smoking after getting with you and you complain about the smell on your clothes coming through your perfume.

buys you little trinkets and brings you things she finds, like a cat. pebbles, sonny angels, calico critters, little flowers, rings, etc etc.

loser!mizu is so dangerously in love with you and she is NOT scared to admit it <3

[libbyfandom]

Mizu Touch-Starved Head-canons

The way this women is probably so touch starved yet emotionally constipated. She just wants to touch you, but I think she’d rather get into another fight with an army than admit that.

You feel your braid shifting on your collarbone and you startle, your face jerking down as you instinctively take a half step back. You see familiar, slim fingers rubbing the end tail between fingers. Your eyes trail up the arm to see Mizu’s gaze on where she’s holding your hair. Blue eyes meet yours over the rim of her glasses. Her expression is unreadable, face blank. She turns and continues down the path, unaware of how your heart is beating faster at how she just… helped herself to touching you more intimately.

Mizu will grab your wrist to lead you through crowded streets filled with merchants and locals so you don’t get lost. Over time and instances her grip ends up lower and lower until she’s leading you around with your hand in hers. You ask why she doesn’t do this to Ringo, he’s the one more likely to run off. She tells you she’ll just listen for the bell, and dryly asks if you’re trying to get one too.

She walks so close her shoulder constantly brushes up against yours. You try to sidestep to widen the gap to prevent accidentally stepping on her foot. She always sways closer immediately, fast enough you start to realize it’s on purpose.

Brushing of shoulders turns into brushing of hands, and hers twitch each time like they do when they’re ready to rip her sword out and cut down her enemies. But they twitch closer to your fingers than to the sheath.

Brushing also turns into leaning. In the inns, next to the campfire, when she’s stitching herself up. Her weight leans into you and you in turn lean back to keep her upright. Her eyes flick toward you, glancing out of the corner, before going back to her needle.

When guards come through the inns looking for the onryo rumored to have swept into town, her head tilts down, using her kasa to conceal her face. She definitely did not need to also tilt it to the side to the point that you can feel her warm breath tickle your neck. Goosebumps rise on your skin, hand spasming at the sensation. Your opposite hand comes up to rub at the raised skin, and you hear a huff of amusement. Cool fingertips press against your neck, the lightest touch, before her hand is back at her side. Only Ringo catches her fist clenching, and then forcibly unclench before you can see.

[haydardotjpg]

The elegant silks wrapped around her [...] had its dye freshly intact; brilliant blues that faded into soft shades of orange and peach with a matching obi, the long swinging sleeves embroidered and painted with intricate patterns of wisterias dangling over pairs of mandarin ducks swimming on a stream.

Mizu in a furisode, based on a scene from Chapter 7 of my post-canon slowburn Taimizu fic, A New Ember.

[valalice]

✦ patching up mizu.

cw. fluff. hurt & comfort kinda. fem!reader. mizu is hurt. mentions of blood & needles. both reader and mizu are whipped. a/n. for @champagne-problems-ate <3 thank you for the convincing text for me to restart the series, mwah!

mizu's hand grips at you knee as you stitch up her shoulder. this is only the second wound your stitching out of the four you have to complete.

it was a silently calm night. you were fixing your night tea, ready to go into bed and wind down, excited to see what happens next in you book. but just as you were shuffling to bed, mizu burst through the door after being gone for some odd amount of days. you abruptly stand still, your night dress ruffling at your ankles, tea cup in hand, taking in her beaten and bloody figure. shaking off your shocked expression, you set down your tea on a nearby surface and usher her with you arms. your gentle touch on her arms guiding her to sit down.

since that moment there hasn't been a single exchange of words between the two of you, there wasn't a need for any. the samurai came to you needing aid and you knew that.

however, uncharacteristically, mizu is the first to speak. "sorry."

the hand with the needle in it stills, peering up at her through your lashes, she's looking off into the fire pit. "for?"

"your tea has gone cold." you lift your head to look over at the small stand where your tea cup rest, and she is correct. the steam that was airing off of the hot liquid ceases to exist anymore, your tea is now room temperature. a small chuckle escapes your lips, shaking your head before you put your attention back on her wound, threading the needle through her skin. mizu's hand grips tight onto your knee.

"what are you laughing at? you hate when your tea isn't hot." she scowls.

you're amused by her. one simple off handed comment you made one time, and she just runs with it. "and the tea will get drunken, nonetheless."

mizu's head turns to observe you at your comment, you can feel her icy eyes on you, but you focus on finishing this stitch. "all done." you perk up.

her eyes are still strained on on you as you turn to reach for your scissors to cut the thread. setting them down, you reach for the soft sponge in the clean bowl of water, contrasting the one next to it dyed red from her blood. sponging off the area and patting it dry with a clean towel as well. she's time and time again taken aback at how gentle you are with her when you care for it. that amount of gentleness was unknown to her until she met you. and in this moment she can only concentrate on the soft hand on her arm as to both steady or comfort her as you smear some ointment on the wound, the first time you patched her you mouth off her ear about you grandmother and how she thought you everything you need to know about bringing people back to health. when you're done the hand on mizu's arm lightly squeezes it, and she already knows, so she raises it. again, there is no need for words. taking hold of the bandages you begin to wrap them around her shoulder the best you can, the shoulder is always such an awkward place. when you're satisfied with the amount of bandage protecting the wound you rip it off from the rest and neatly tuck it as so it wouldn't come undone.

lifting your head up to tell mizu that she must readjust a little so you could fix up her next wound, your met with her face in yours. it seems as if she's trying to examine you, her blue eyes, oh, her eyes. it was a secret you'd never admit out loud, yet to her, that you found her eyes so enchanting, but you could never say something so taboo as that.

once again mizu speaks first. "why are you so gentle with me?"

your breath catches in your throat, furrowing your eyebrows. "i think you've lost too much blood, mizu. let's finish patching you up."

[nanafan707]

Apple Cider

song by beabadoobee

pairings: loser!mizu x gn!reader

warnings: anxiety(mizu)?,swearing,banter and not proof read

notes: sfw, loser and socially awkward mizu, mizu has a hallway type crush on you but hasn’t spoken to you before, collage au, extrovert fem reader, reader is a friend of akemi’s, akemi, taigen, ringo and mizu are all a friend group, sleepover w taigen, ringo, akemi and mizu at akemi’s dorm room, a mix of mizu’s and reader’s account of meeting eachother, follows the lyrics of the song ‘Apple Cider by Beabadoobee’

word count: 616+ words

Mizu stretched her arms whilst spreading her legs out lazily on Akemi’s rather expensive looking couch.She was bored out of her bloody mind, Taigen was screaming at some video game that he brought over for the sleepover and Ringo was joyfully baking cookies for everyone.

Mizu grunts “this is so fucking boring, when’s Akemi coming?”

“dunno probably in a few minutes” Taigen sighed out while continuing to put his whole attention into that off brand looking game.

Rolling her eyes Mizu sunk back down into the sofa, picking up her phone to find Akemi’s contact.

But just before she could press that call button the door swung open.

“OMG guys i’m so sorry i’m late” sputtered out Akemi as she put some food on the counter.

Mizu put her phone down and sat upright to turn and look at Akemi but someone was behind her.

It wasn’t just someone though.

Someone Mizu had always hoped would one day just walk up to her and talk to her.

Someone who she would admire from afar.

Someone she would always pass in the hallways.

Someone she may have a crush on.

Now that very someone was standing infront of Mizu and it was you.

Akemi began to introduce you but Mizu was paying no attention to her, Mizu could feel her palms going sweaty and her clothes started to feel like they were sticking to her like super glue.Her stomach was tumbling around and her heart felt like it was gonna beat right out of her chest.

“is that Apple Cider?” you announced indirectly interrupting Mizu’s racing thoughts.

There were many cans of untouched Apple cider laying in the very corner of Akemi’s countertop.

“Yeah!! Mizu brought them, she loves Apple Cider” cheerfully answered Ringo as he finished putting the cookies in the oven.

“Yeah probably the only college student in the world” smugly added Taigen while laying on the floor continuing his game.

“shut up taigen.” Mizu embarrassingly muttered as she wiped her sweaty palms on her trousers before looking at the floor.

You giggled at the weird commotion about Apple Cider and decided to take a can, they were also your favourite drink aswell so you sat at the counter.

Mizu saw this and decided to take this as her chance, doubting that she would even be able to strike a conversation with you.

She got up slightly wobbling and forced her self to stumble her way to the counter to sit next you.

“oh hi!!! your mizu right? i’ve seen you around in the hallways” you beamingly welcomed.

oh my god, you know mizu? Mizu’s mind began shortcutting and she only managed to nod in response.

You began giggling finding Mizu’s awkwardness quite…endearing.

“you like apple cider?” you questioned.

Mizu completely took this the wrong way and immediately turned defensive quickly replying “Oh- uh- um. yeahh not really though i just brought it because..it was the only thing i could find yk inflation haha”

Fuck why did she inflation that’s a stupid excuse?Her facing turning slightly pink as she tried to play it off coolly.

You laughed again “i like apple cider to-“

Before mizu could comprehend what you mentioned she blurted out “sorry yeah i probably should’ve just brought like normal alcohol or some shit- wait what?”

“i like Apple cider too” you repeated while tilting your head and smiling back at Mizu.

“We both like Apple Cider”

Seemingly something so insignificant in similarity paved the way for you and Mizu to continue to converse with less tension.

Mizu thought you were so different from her.. so far away from her grasp you seemed untouchable even.

She thought you would have no similar interests as her, it in fact being the most common excuse for her to not talk to you, since you were in a completely different social circle than her.

I mean she was just some loser and you were a complete goddess- in her eyes at least. Whenever she walked past you she could always get a scent of fruit punch from your hair.

The following night consisted of you and Mizu getting to know each other. You were both giggling, both making jokes and both being rather open to each other.

Something mizu struggled with in particular.

The morning rolled around quicker than Mizu and you wanted. Unfortunately, Mizu had fencing classes and had to leave earlier than you did and you missed the chance to get Mizu’s number.

“Akemi, what is Mizu’s number?” you questioned as you walked up to her hungover self sitting by the counter.

“seems like someone has a crush” barked out taigen as you rolled your eyes in response.

“your barking up the wrong tree” he remarked.

“that’s up to me, Akemi what’s her number??” you repeated in agony and a hint of embarrassment.

You just met Mizu it’s not like you even liked her like that, right?

“Go crazy here” Akemi groggily handed over her phone opened on Mizu’s contact information.

“thanks!!” you answered back as you typed out her number.

You clicked save and you saw her profile picture it was a goofy photo of herself and what seemed to be her dog which made you unintentionally smile.

“I don’t even like you that much” you thought staring at Mizu’s profile picture but the longer you stared the more your heart quickened.

“wait, I do, fuck”

part 2

give feedback plssss🙏🙏 (if anyone wants a part 2 lmk cus i only did like a little bit of the first verse)

this is my first time writing a fanfic and i haven’t written something creatively in 3 years, so im sorry it’s bit messy😓

also ik the fruit punch lyric isn’t accurate so mb😭🙏

and banner is tgswiiwagaa 😛😛

i love the green yuri so excited for the anime adaptation can proudly say im an OG 🔥

i @ the people that commented

@violettomanocu @lavenderlili @jubileexoxo

here’s part 2

[yearningandstillnotlearning]

so like ive never written smut and my writing is way different than any ive seen so i did some practice. and i expect feedback. 🧍‍♀️plus this isn’t about sm1 specific imagine it as you like

warnings(?): some pwp for the fuck of it, suggestive, sadomasochism, knife kink :3c, just a little sumsum

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cold. so cold.

shivers down your spine making you feel like a scared cat, if you could focus on that look on her face you’d think you also look like one.

a half smile, bent brows, so many emotions flowing in and out the current of your faces right in front of each other.

eyes don’t meet, lips don’t speak, breathing unmatched and trembling feet.

sound of clothes ripping interrupt the heavy breathing and unstoppable thinking

“you’re doing so good,” all in one sigh

no matter how wide your eyes are, you cannot see anything anywhere, yet she can see everything, even if you’re not speaking, she can hear every thought and choked word.

eyes on the hand

that hand that holds the knife

face flushed, legs weak, but you’re already laying down, how much lower can you go?

your hands gripping on your skirt are more prone to bleeding than your knife-teased neck

“do you not have trust in me?”

those eyes, so soft-bent, so shiny. you know they’re not sincere, their shine matches the knives and they look like they can break you.

[hauntingofhouses]

We all already know Mizu and Akemi are narrative foils. But you know what? Lemme just say it, here's what I think:

Taigen and Mikio are foils.

Not necessarily to each other as individuals in the way that Mizu and Akemi juxtapose each other, but mostly in the contrast between their relationships with Mizu.

I've covered specific parallels between Taigen and Mikio in other posts I wrote; but as the number of parallels I'm noticing between them keeps piling up, I'm compelled to just compile them all in one post. So! This is, thus, the post in question.

First of all, let's look at their similarities.

1. Their status in society is the same. They are both samurai who lost their honour and have dreams of reclaiming it.

2. They are also both diligent as they strive to achieve this goal, they both care deeply about their work, but here as they begin to contrast, as the work in question and way they go about their goals is different:

For Mikio, his work is in taming and rearing horses; in order to prove himself, he must tame Kai—a willful and strong horse—and present it to his lord. For Taigen, his work is in sword fighting and martial arts; in order to prove himself, he must kill Mizu—a willful and strong swordsman—and present her dead body to his lord.

In the parallel above, not only are Taigen and Mikio contrasting each other, but Mizu and Kai are placed in comparison as well. And of course, Kai is Mizu's horse, and represents her. Which is why, when later, Mikio sells Kai off, it represents the way he is tossing Mizu (and their relationship) aside.

From there, the rest of the details of their character begin to contrast and juxtapose each other more clearly. So let's look at those differences, shall we?

Their backstory:

Mikio was a great samurai who was banished. A somebody to a nobody. Taigen was a fisherman’s son who rose to the top. A nobody to a somebody.

2. The first time we meet them on-screen:

Mikio is an adult. An older man. Mizu's superior in age. He is Mizu's to-be husband. A love interest. Taigen is a child. A young boy. Mizu's peer in age. He is Mizu's bully. An antagonist.

3. Their maturity and growth:

Mikio is mature, but stuck in his ways. Taigen is immature, but capable of changing and learning.

4. Their overall attitude:

Mikio is generally relaxed, easy-going and unfussy. Taigen is uptight, irritable and severe.

5. How they talk to and conduct themselves around Mizu:

Mikio is aloof, soft-spoken, and serious. Taigen is obnoxious, brash, and sarcastic. Mikio is quiet, speaking only when spoken to, even when Mizu turns to smile at him and shows openness to be near him. Taigen is loud, talking while others are silent, even when Mizu turns from him and shows no interest in conversing with him.

Mikio doesn't show much of who he is to Mizu throughout their marriage, despite their growing affection. Taigen openly shares his traumas and life story to Mizu during their brief alliance, despite their mutual antagonism.

6. Their external vs internal selves:

Mikio is calm, gentle, and considerate on the outside. Taigen is hot-headed, rude, and selfish on the outside. Mikio is cowardly and deceitful on the inside. Taigen is brave and loyal to a fault on the inside. Mikio tells Mizu that he wants to know and see all of her. But he scorns and betrays her, the woman he loves. Taigen tells Mizu that he wants to duel and kill him. But he endures torture to not betray him, the man he hates.

9. Their hair, a symbol of their honour:

Mikio's topknot is untied by Mizu during their spar. This humiliation occurs in private, the two of them alone in a rural location where no one can see them. Taigen's topknot is cut off by Mizu during their duel. This humiliation occurs in public, the two of them being watched by many others in the Shindo Dojo.

10. Their power dynamic with Mizu:

Mikio believes he is Mizu's mentor. He teaches her to throw knives, how to ride and care for horses, and about the tactical benefits of using a naginata. Taigen believes he is Mizu's equal. He views Mizu as a samurai like himself who received all the same teachings he did, and who possesses the same values.

11. Their perceptions of Mizu:

Mikio sees Mizu's feminine side first. He sees her as sweet and gentle, but also clumsy and incompetent. Taigen sees Mizu's masculine side first. He sees her as terrifying and deadly, but also strong and skilled.

12. The way they approach sparring with Mizu:

Mikio only spars with Mizu once. As the fight progresses and she is beating him, he tries to put a stop to it. When she teases/provokes him, he starts taking the fight personally and seriously, finding no enjoyment in it. Taigen spars and brawls with Mizu all the time. No matter how many times Mizu beats him, he doesn't back down. When Mizu challenges him with a chopstick, he is eager to compete with her and gladly rises up to the challenge.

Mikio and Mizu's one and only spar is a friendly match; Mizu is smiling and having fun while he grows increasingly frustrated. Taigen and Mizu's last-seen spar is a playful wrestling match; both him and Mizu are having fun and laughing.

Mikio cannot deal with Mizu being better than him, so he scorns her and walks off, avoiding her thereafter. When Taigen cannot deal with Mizu being better than him, he follows her to observe her moves and continues training in hopes to eventually beat her. After being bested by Mizu once, Mikio leaves her and sells the horse he'd previously gifted to her. After many times losing to Mizu and fighting alongside her, Taigen commends her and admits she is better than him.

13. When Mizu pins them down in a friendly spar:

Mikio sees Mizu's whole face objectively. Taigen stares at Mizu's mouth and eyes.

Mikio gets angry when she kisses him, throwing her off of him and snapping at her, calling her a monster. Taigen gets aroused, apologising, so she pulls herself off of him.

14. Mizu's blue meteorite sword is a reflection of her soul. She believes most are undeserving to face it, let alone hold it. And on that note:

Mikio is the first person (chronologically) that Mizu fights against using her sword. Taigen is the first person (we see on-screen) that Mizu fights against with her sword. Mikio is the first person (chronologically) to ever hold her sword, as she passes it to him, letting him wield it. Taigen is the first person (we see on-screen) to ever hold her sword, as she passes out, and he picks it up and carries it for her.

15. Then, last but not least, in Fowler's fortress, when she is drugged and in pain, she hears Ringo's voice in the dungeon. She then follows it to an open cell:

Mizu first sees Mikio as a hallucination, the sight of him haunting her and causing her to lose her grip on reality. Her eyes glow a surreal blue to represent this. Her Mama appears then and says Mizu's name accusingly.

Mizu then sees Taigen, but he is real, the sight of him a relief and grounding her back to reality. Her eyes return to their normal blue colour to represent this. Taigen looks at Mizu weakly and says her name softly.

Then, later, when facing Fowler, her revenge awaiting her, she instead chooses to follow her conscience (represented by Ringo's voice in her mind), putting aside her vengeance for a time, in order to save Taigen.

So that's basically all the ones I've noticed so far, but even then, I feel there's already so much that forms a contrast between these two.

What makes it especially incredible about these juxtapositions is that Mikio was Mizu's husband, the man she had fallen in love with, the one person she had ever been intimate with, the man who made her begin to accept herself, to put down her desire for vengeance and instead live a life of peace and happiness.

So for Taigen to have so many parallels with him... Do you see what I'm saying here!

Not to mention that Mizu clearly already has some burgeoning attraction to him, as indicated by how she thinks of him when asked about her desires. And Taigen clearly has shown interest as well (see: him getting a boner after their spar, him holding her hand and telling her, "We're not done yet.").

And on the topic of speculating future possibilities of this relationship, this post by @stromblessed has pointed out yet another parallel between Taigen and Mikio:

Mizu promises Taigen to meet him for their duel in autumn. Mizu fell in love with Mikio and duelled him during autumn.

With all that said, I do believe Mizu and Taigen's relationship is definitely hurtling towards something. But whether they will actually end up together in a sustainable relationship and have a happily ever after? Well, that is a whole other story; we'll just have to wait and see.

[pent4graham]

The way Mizu has gone into the ocean since childhood and just let it hold her, succumbing to whatever it may do, cleansing her soul and attempting to feel something other than anger or the cruelty of other humans hits me on a whole nother level. She IS water. Calm one second, and able to kill in the next. Impossible to hold onto. Her violence one moment, overtaken by sadness and grief the next. The girl simply flows. Unstoppable, like a typhoon.

[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.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey, Akemi?”

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

“Well?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You…I- ugh..”

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

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

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

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

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

“Could you maybe lay on your stomach?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Haah..fuck..more-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

“…(Name), what did you do.”

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

“Wouldn’t you like to know, Mizu?”

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

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

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

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

ily mizu nation and my followers ily all

my gf isn’t she beauiful

[kidicaruslover911]

I feel like we as a society do not produce enough women of nobility x concubine/handmaiden etc content and it really rubs me the wrong way

[mizuminon]

Dr. Vertitas Ratio x GN reader

Summary ; He never expected to fall in love with a simpleton such as yourself.

Extra notes : He's a green flag if you ignore the red flags. So yay my first fic here!!

He hated idiots, simpletons and mediocrity.

So what exactly did his heart see in you?

You were one of his students, he often bickered with you over small mistakes you made, every little mistake making him more and more frustrated with you. He knew you could do better, and hell do anything to see you do better.

When he offered you tutoring sessions, it was something you were reluctant to accept. After all, when exactly did he go out of his way to help anyone that hasn't requested him to do it first? With his ego, you were a bit skeptical about his reasoning.

Slowly but surely, you warmed up to his tutoring sessions. He wasn't exactly any kinder to you, but he was significantly more pleasant to be with.

You've noticed his behavior changing, usually whenever anyone made a mistake, he'd call them an idiot through his thick alabaster head. And yet, you've never seen him wear it around you. It made you feel more comfortable around him. Knowing you could see him face-to-face.

You've taken note of how handsome he was, even when thinking he looked picture perfect. He still wore it during class, but never with you. 

You were surprised when he first brought food to your tutoring sessions , you immediately questioned his reasoning.

"I just want to see you eating healthier food." He said, and you decided that maybe it was out of genuine care. You two sat and ate what he prepared, it felt good to eat a meal that had actual care and time put into it.

On rainy nights, he made excuses that he couldn't go home, because he walked to your apartment. It all sounded stupid, but you knew better than arguing with Dr. Veritas Ratio.

You two had to get creative, since you had one bed. And he refused to sleep on the couch, and after you offered to sleep on the couch, he still refused.

Which resulted in the both of you laying on your bed, it was cramped, you could feel his back against yours. It was weird. 

You felt him turn around, his warm breath down your neck. He pulled you a bit closer to him, your back against his chest. "Is this okay with you, dear? I don't want you having any lack of sleep, tomorrow's lesson will be hard." He mumbled, his voice a bit deeper due to the tiredness.

To be quite honest, your friends always said he had a thing for you. He was harsh towards everyone, but somehow his narcissistic heart managed to soften up for you, and only you. "Mhm, yeah. It's okay. More comfortable." You replied, trying not to let him know how long you've wanted this.

Wrapping his arm around your torso, he pulled you closer, your bodies tangled together. Neither of you minded, it felt right. 

You felt his breath close to your ear, "I love you, goodnight." He mumbled. You couldn't help but almost scream, out of excitement of course. "I love you too." Was the response you gave him.

One thing was on your mind, as you drifted into a deep sleep in his arms, 

How did he fall for a mere simpleton like you?

[pupfemmes]

sub!mizu is so real to me. in what world are y’all thinking she’s a mean ass sex god… this woman is a LOSER. a total girlfailure. she will always be a bottom to me i fear. takes strap like the goodest girl and will NOT hesitate to be loud if she knows the walls are thick enough. glasses crooked cause she was too lazy to take them off, hair down and spread out behind her head like a halo cause shes an angel sent from the heavens. uuuggffgghh i need her so bad…