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running-with-kn1ves · 1 year

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honestly I’m happy to see any women-related posts so I’m not picky! I HAVE however been thinking about female assassins lately, mainly the super tall, all-female band of assassins from Elden Ring! I’m imagining being either a target that a yandere assassin decides to keep rather than eliminate, or a noble who’s being forcibly confined by their yandere bodyguard after an assassination scare…

Ughsh I love this! Can't get out the idea of a yandere assassin meeting you at a luxurious charity banquet, watching your every move but remaining utterly elusive to you, her demeanor being that of no one else in the room.

She catches your gaze and asks you to dance, holding her hand out gracefully to you. You manage to mutter out a reply feeling your hands go clammy as she leads you to the middle of the floor. You allow her to lead, letting her whisper against your ear about how you captured her from across the room, her thigh just grazing yours as she pulls you each way. At first you're flattered, trying your best to flirt back, still in shock on how an elegant and encapturing woman like her, was thoroughly interested in, you. Its not until she talks about "what a shame it is she has to kill you," Pressing the cold of what you can only assume be a blade, up against your thigh.

You stiffly let go of her as the song ends, ripping away from her tightening grip as the wealthy crowd claps. you push past the groups of people, trying to find a way out of her view. You push past the incoming layers of banquet guests down the hall, finding a room for you to sneak and hide in. You knew people were out for your family, but you never realized it could lead you into a situation such as this. Despite your wonderful chair-against-the-door-handle manuever, she still managed to get into the bedroom, letting out a satisfied chuckle at the sound of the door unlocking.

"Come on sweetheart it's just business. I'd make sure it wouldn't hurt..." She sweet talks.

A sudden hand yanks you from hiding beside the bed, throwing you up against the wall.

"However, that's if I was completing my job. But, you look too good to kill so quickly..."

Hidden beneath her dress she pulls the knife from the holster on her thigh, pushing it up against your skin with the swiftness and solidness of someone who had done it a thousand times.

"If you were mine, and I didn't stick this knife in your throat.. I'd make sure you weren't so easy to be taken advantage of." She thinks outloud, hearing your pleas for your life, watching as you push against her in a poor attempt to escape.

But the way she seems fascinated by your weak attempts and nervous expression, the closer her painted lips come, for some reason-- you find her hand on the base of your throat and her chest pressed up against yours, makes your mind drifts from terror to utter embarassment. You demand her to tell you what she wants, wincing as she lifts the knife to trail your lips.

She laughs. Lifting your chin with the flat end of her blade, she runs her tongue over her teeth with a sly grin.

"Your life." She whispers.

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starlightseraph · 7 months

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one of the best things about house md is that throughout all 8 seasons both house and wilson randomly bring up tidbits of queer culture that they would have absolutely no reason to know if they were straight

#hate crimes md #hilson #yeah wilson why DO you know so much about the village people?#house md #house is 100% bi #and i’m convinced wilson is gay #cause who sleeps with that many women and chooses another man over all of them #starlightseraph’s brainrot

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sylverstorms · 3 months

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~Honkai: Star Rail Women and How they Hug You~

Warnings: None, SFW.

Kafka is always hot. In every sense of the word.

Even in the heart of winter, she is a source of endless heat when you join her on the couch after missions. With her mauve hair loose, she is the personification of temptation as she languidly motions for you to come closer. Once you’re within reach, her fingers slide like liquid over your nape, pull you flush against her, with your head resting on either her shoulder or her generous chest.

She loves to talk low in your ear while she holds you like this, fingernails gently scratching at the base of your neck. Sometimes, she shares details about her missions. If she’s in a naughtier mood, however, expect the kinkiest things to fill your ears, until you’re blazing red.

Black Swan feels like a cool spring. A calm oasis for you to rest in, for however long you wish.

All you have to do is speak her name into the aether, and she will come to you, as soon as she is able. Be it after nightmares or long days, you always smile when you feel your bed dip with a familiar weight. Her graceful arms encircle your neck, guiding you onto her chest. If you’ve closed your eyes, overcome by the bliss, before you see her amused smile, then you will feel it on your skin when she kisses you.

Hugging her is heavenly. Like you’re enveloped in a cloud. Soft, fresh, plush in all the right places. And as soon as she asks you how her ‘dear’ or ‘darling’ is faring, if you missed her, that is when you utterly melt.

Acheron is steady and so very safe.

It’s like nothing in the world can touch you while you’re with her. She’s not one to initiate long embraces first, hesitant due to her powers, but if the two of you are alone she will often cast you a longing look that speaks volumes of how badly she wants to be close to you. One she hopes you don’t catch, even though you always do.

When she hugs you, her strong arms wrap around you like you are the most precious thing in the world. She likes to tuck her chin onto your shoulder, sometimes turn into your neck, breathing you in. Her body is firm from years of combat, but her skin is so soft to the touch. The corner of her lip always tugs upwards in amusement when you caress her abs (which is every chance you get).

Firefly is an absolute sweetheart.

Do you want to hold her? She will stop whatever she is doing and immediately come over to you. More often than not, she ends up curled into your lap with her arms around your shoulders. Adores nuzzling into your neck and pressing her cheek against yours like a little kitten. If you kiss her jaw or temple, she will melt in your arms.

Very sensitive. If your lips caress her neck, best believe she will make a sound and immediately turn tomato-red. No matter how long you’ve been together, flirting in this position will result in her cheeks growing hot. Which only makes you want to tease her that much more.

Robin is always a delight to hug. Cosy and sweet and soft.

She absolutely flushes at the smallest hint of PDA if other people are around, but she will not deny you ever. Behind closed doors is a different story though. The girl will come over to you and wrap her arms around you from behind, silently asking to be held because she’s often too shy to say it. If you toy with her hair, massage her back or nuzzle into her wings, she will shiver against you.

Likes to trace small shapes on your skin with her fingertips when you’re cuddling. Will die inside and go to heaven if you do it to her first. If you simply lay together, relaxing, she may start humming a tune by your ear in her angelic voice. A privilege reserved for her one and only <3

Himeko is soothing in every way. The way she smells, the way she touches you, the way she makes you feel.

She is gentle like the warmth of a fireplace after a long trudge through snow and she never gets tired of holding you. You don’t even have to ask. One look and she will know to come over and embrace you. If other members of your team are around, she establishes small points of contact, like an arm around your waist or a hand at the small of your back. Until you are alone, where she will fully guide you into her arms.

Loves to gently massage your back or run her thumb in small circles between your shoulderblades. Always exhales a soft chuckle if you kiss her collarbone and tell her how good she feels. You are so comfortable when you sleep against her perfect body that you have trouble sleeping without. Not that she minds this one bit.

#honkai star rail #honkai x reader #kafka x reader #himeko x reader #black swan x reader #acheron x reader #robin x reader #firefly x reader #hsr #fanfiction #creative writing #star rail #I have a bad case of Honkai women brainrot #does it show?#penacony

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pricknim · 2 months

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My take on a human Applejack

-> is not a student currently, works full time at her family's farm (might like to try out agricultural science once Appleboom is older)

-> is the oldest of the bunch (24)

-> is close with Fluttershy since she lives close to the farm and likes to check on the animals there

-> her and Pinkie Pie are cousins

-> gay ; is preoccupied with work to make moves though

-> met Rarity through Fluttershy. She often brings her resources from her farm or around town. She met Rainbow Dash and Sunset Shimmers through Rarity

-> met Twilight and Sci-Twi through Pinkie (it took her some time to realize that they were twins)

-> is the one in charge of making deliveries in town with her truck (designated driver most of the times)

-> is close with Starlight Glimmer

-> hat is from late father ; hair tie was part of her late mom's headband (it was divided into three and shared among the siblings)

#mlp #mlp fim #my little pony #my little pony friendship is magic #mlp gen 4 #applejack #mlp applejack #human! applejack #i love drawing muscles on women #i'm on an applejack brainrot rn #can you tell that she's my favourite?#i can't decide with who i want to pair her up with :')#my art #mlp fanart #my little pony fanart #mlp art #mlp g4

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balkanradfem · 24 days

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#comic #feminism #radical feminism #male dominated media #male perspective #isolating women from their own perspective #making women feel isolated for having a normal way of acting and thinking #radfem #male fantasies #male brainrot #male pornified versions of women #being broadcast as the norm #when its anything but #and women being forced to play it feel uncomfrotable and isolated from their own bodies and minds as well #male bs #written by a man disease

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shebunie · 5 months

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What if reader had a little too much sake and Mizu has to take care of them and reader goes on a tangent about how beautiful they are and how much they love her. It’s silly but I think it can be so sweet to see mizu loved like that!

𝐒𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

𝗠𝗶𝘇𝘂 𝘅 𝗗𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗸!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝗺𝘂𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗮𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗵𝗼𝗹 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗶𝘁- 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟵𝟯𝟳 𝐀/𝐍: 𝗜 𝗺𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝗱𝘂𝗹𝗴𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗮 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗺𝘆 𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻 𝗰𝘂𝘇 𝗜'𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗯𝗮𝗱

“y’know wha- i’ve alway thought you were th’prettiest person around.” you slurred. Mizu raised a skeptical eyebrow, a rare crack in her usual stoic demeanour. The dimly lit room seemed to shimmer a bit as the effects of the sake intensified for you. With an awkward stumble, you attempted to express your admiration more coherently.

Mizu couldn't deny the warmth that blossomed in her chest, touched by your tipsy admiration. “You're like a beautiful flower. A flower in a world of... water,” you stumbled over your words, your enthusiasm evident despite the alcohol-induced haze.

"Eyes, like a calm lake under the moonlight, dark hair, like the night sky. A masterpiece, Mizu," you declared with a tipsy grin.

Mizu sighed, torn between irritation and a subtle hint of amusement. She found herself caught in a situation she never anticipated – nursing a drunk companion who seemed determined to shower her with affection. As you continued your heartfelt monologue, she couldn't help but notice the sincerity behind your words.

"I never knew you had a poetic side," Mizu remarked, her eyes softening just a fraction. "But you need to sober up. That’s enough for tonight.”

Undeterred, you clumsily reached out, attempting to cup her face with unsteady hands. "No, no, stay with me please."

Mizu's stony facade wavered for a moment as she gently pushed your hands away. "You're not in your right mind. Drink some water," she suggested, trying to redirect the conversation.

But you persisted, your intoxicated enthusiasm unwavering. "Water won't change how I feel about you." Mizu, accustomed to being the strong and silent type, found herself caught off guard by your declarations. She guided you towards a glass of water, a subtle rosiness tinted her normally composed expression.

As you rambled on about love and beauty, Mizu discovered that even the most stone-cold hearts could be stirred by unexpected warmth. Between your slurred words and giggles, she discovered a deeper connection, one that went beyond the usual interactions.

The first light of dawn painted the room in soft hues, Mizu settled you into a makeshift bed, tucking you in with a care that contradicted her usual tough exterior. "Sleep it off. We can talk about this when you're sober," Mizu whispered, her fingers brushing through your hair.

The vulnerability at that moment was a shared secret, a bridge between two souls who had unexpectedly found solace amid intoxication. Eventually, as the effects of the alcohol began to wear off, you drifted into a peaceful slumber, leaving Mizu to reflect on the whimsical and endearing moments of the night.

Sitting beside your peacefully sleeping form, Mizu's eyes traced the details of your flushed face. She found herself captivated by the vulnerability in your slumber, the chaotic charm that had surfaced in your intoxicated state. For a moment, her stoic demeanour wavered as a faint smile played on her lips.

Gazing down at your exposed shoulder, Mizu felt a strange mix of emotions. She raised an arm to adjust your clothing to keep your decency. Until a hand grasped hers, Mizu froze, your fingers gently closed around hers. The warmth of your touch sent a subtle shiver down her spine, and for a moment, she hesitated. Her stoic façade wavered as she met your gaze, searching for any sign that your mumbled words held a deeper meaning.

A soft smile played on your lips as you stirred, your eyes half-lidded and filled with a mixture of vulnerability and sincerity. "I love you so much, you'll stay with me right?" you repeated, the question carrying an unexpected weight.

Mizu's blue eyes, usually as serene as a still pond, betrayed a flicker of uncertainty. She considered the unspoken implications of your words, the subtle shift in the air that seemed to hold the promise of something more intimate.

A moment of silence lingered between you, the room bathed in the soft hues of dawn. Then, Mizu nodded, her fingers gently intertwining with yours. "I'll stay," she replied, her voice a whispered assurance that held a depth beyond the surface.

As you settled back into a peaceful slumber, Mizu remained seated by your side. The room, once filled with the remnants of drunken revelry, now transformed into a sanctuary of quiet intimacy. The dawn light painted soft patterns on the walls, casting a warm glow on both of you.

Mizu found herself studying the contours of your face with a newfound tenderness. The lines that had surfaced in your sleep added a layer of authenticity to the moment. It was as if the sake-induced confessions had paved the way for a connection that transcended the usual boundaries.

Unspoken emotions lingered in the air, and Mizu couldn't help but acknowledge the subtle shift in the dynamic. The touch of your hand had breached the walls she had carefully erected, inviting a closeness that went beyond the camaraderie.

In the quiet intimacy of that morning, Mizu realized that sometimes, unexpected moments held the power to rewrite the scripts of our lives. As the sun rose higher in the sky, casting a warm embrace over the room, Mizu committed herself to staying by your side, not just in the aftermath of a drunk night but in the unfolding chapters of a story that seemed destined to be written in shared glances, whispered words, and the gentle entwining of fingers.

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gendiebrainrotreceipts · 1 year

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Acknowledging how shitty periods can be and how women might have separate needs from men because of their biology is transphobic and ‘cringe’

#also women would just take them when they need it #I doubt there would be any tracking of cycles..#plus no one would force you to take it lmao #radfem safe #gendie brainrot receipts #gender critical

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cryptiiid · 13 days

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#1 bachelor alert

#hit 150 hours recently. brainrot #i marry him in every save im sorry women #stardew valley #sebastian #sebastian stardew valley #stardew valley fanart #sebastian fanart #sdv fanart #sdv sebastian #art #fanart #artist #artists on tumblr #digital art #procreate

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brewed-pangolin · 2 months

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*steps on stage*

*taps mic*

"Happy International Women's Day. I want to peg Captain MacTavish."

I'm going out tonight, but perhaps I'll try to whip something up later on when I get back

#international women's day #soap squad™️#soap prez out #the brainrot of Captain MacTavish #this is how you make this man whimper #is this a deadpool reference?#damn right it is #captain soap mactavish #captain mactavish #og soap #09 soap #call of duty #cod #i wanted to do the gradient text but i am le dumb #someone help a non techy sister out here #please

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rippersz · 2 months

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Happy International Women’s Day to Gwendoline Christie.

#rippersz #fanfictionwriter #ripleytalks #ripleysimps #international women's day #Gwendoline Christie #girl you are so genderfluid fashion brainrot art pop princess #girl you are so strange emboldened weird freakshow fashionista #girl you are so-

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jubjubmaz · 2 months

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MORE MOUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

I love lesbians 🗣️🗣️🗣️

The Princess is so Barbie core

#stp princess #stp fanart #stp player #crow #slay the princess fanart #slay the princess au #slay the princess #princess #barbie core #lesbians #gay people #the brainrot is real #i love women #no because #there’s so much I could say about them #i have so much backlogged art #she gets more monstrous guys dw #i havé art of that planned

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befstronganof596293658 · 1 month

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TESTERMAN

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jamesdegriz · 3 months

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A few personal headcannons about Jordan and being in a relationship with them (gn!reader)

There's a smut under this line! MDI!!!!

(GIFs are not mine but found so if you recognise your work and want to be tugged send me a DM 🙂)

- They are the total dom! in their female form. If you want roughness, relentless teasing and dirty talk they are there with the strap-on, fingers and skilled tongue to make you moan, whimper and beg till you can't think straight.

-Male form Jordan is a closetted pillow princess (I would die on that hill). Unless you rile them up or make them jealous so they have to fuck you into the nearest bathroom/closet, they would much prefer to lay down and let you have all control.

- Also if you want to tease them do it when they are in male form, just be prepared for retaliation when they switch.

- Be prepared for bruises, love bites and hickeys.

• The first time they see bruises of their fingers left on you hips and thighs, they feel guilty. That is until they realise that everytime anything brushes over the bruises, you blush furiously remembering how you got them.

• They would also kiss every single one of the bruises, whispering praises into your skin before going down on you.

• They would not admit that they love the small exclamations of suprise and despair when you notice more hickeys on your neck and chest the next morning.

• They would buy you a lot of scarves to cover up as an only half-sincere apology attempt. That's before they realise those scarves can be used to tie your hands while they are edging you. (And maybe chocking if you are into the breath play)

- I also think that they would enjoy edging you all through a movie when you're cuddled to watch something in the afternoon or evening.

• They most probably wouldn't let you cum till the credits roll, but if you do they would make you come as many times as you can handle (and a few times more than you think you're capable of)

• They will whisper dirty praises into your ear, telling how good you are doing and how you can take some more.

• They will rut into you ass or side, essentially dry humping you, while they tease you.

- Intense love/hate relationship with you sneaking under their desk to give them blowjob or cunni as they try to study.

• One time, on a dare, it was under their TA desk in Crimefighting building. It was incredibly lucky that you didn't get caught.

• They blatantly refuse to see the problem when they do the same to you. One time while your presentation for an online class. You had to retake that class.

- More about parties and quickies:

Despite how my ADHD loves to imagine Jordan domming the hell out of their partner. I also like the idea of making the first move.

• It starts with just an affectionate quick kisses here and there, before turning feverish, messy with the hands in each other hair.

• When you're finally alone, you hand sneaks into their pants feeling how wet or hard they are already for you.

- Your fingers run along their slit, the lips puffy and wet. You rub their clit between your fingers watching their face for reaction. Their lips are pursed in what others might assume is unamused expression but you know better. They are just being bratty, not entirely liking that you're taking charge.

- You wrap your fingers around their cock, starting a slow pace. You tease the sensative head with your thumb with every up stroke. They throw their head against the wall, cracking it slightly on impact. They bite their lower lip trying to keep moans in check as their cheeks flush red.

#jordan li x reader #jordan li smut #gen v x reader #the boys #apparently I like to be dommed by women who are smaller than me #self insert #for once I don't belong in the asylum #if I fail my classes because I've been thinking about Jordan too much I will regret nothing #perpetual brainrot #gender neutral reader

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shebunie · 5 months

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𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬 [𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐭.𝟐]

𝙈𝙞𝙯𝙪 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝟭𝟴+, 𝗻𝘀𝗳𝘄, 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁, 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗺𝘂𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗱𝗲𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸, 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗲𝗱𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗯𝗲𝗴𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗲𝗮𝘁 𝘂𝗽 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹𝘀 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟭.𝟰𝗸 𝐀/𝐍: 𝗣𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗼𝘂𝘁, 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗵, 𝗜 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝗼 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵. 𝗛𝗲𝗿 𝗿𝗮𝘀𝗽𝘆 𝘃𝗼𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁- 𝗝𝗨𝗦𝗧 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 — @aimformyheartt

"Staying quiet was never your strong suit, wasn't it?" she teased.

She wound her tongue against yours, sucking and nibbling at it letting out a loud groan. Her fingers are around yours, gently exploring and eliciting a soft groan. Your hands clutched desperately at each other, mouths gasping for breath as if starved for one another – and, in a way, you were.

As you separated, a delicate thread of saliva connected you both, glistening under the pale moonlight. “You're nervous,” she teased, tracing circles on your thigh. Despite your denial, she could read the truth in your eyes, a smirk playing on her lips.

“Your eyes are saying yes, now I just need your mouth to tell me the same.” She murmured, grinding against you. With deft hands, Mizu removed your kimono, leaving you exposed to the cool night air. Despite the chill, warmth enveloped you both as you sought solace in each other's arms.

Torso exposed to open cold air, you felt her hands slide slowly up your sides, causing goosebumps to break out as she roughly grabbed your round breast, massaging them in circles. By now you were a drooling mess, not helped by the woman rolling your nipples between her thumb and forefinger. Buds so hard and sensitive that wetness gushed between your legs heavily.

Her touch ignited a fire within you, hands still exploring the contours of your body. She teased and caressed, evoking an ardent response. "Please... please make me feel good, no one else can do it like you," you pleaded, succumbing to the desire that had long simmered.

The samurai hummed, as she lowered her lips towards your perky bud and sucked harshly causing another guttural moan to escape from you.

"With all that stuck-up attitude, begging's a good look on you." She whispered adoringly in your ear. With a mischievous grin, Mizu intensified her ministrations, leaving you breathless and eager.

She switched nipples, the other having been covered by a layer of saliva, and sucked fervently on the other, massaging the previous nipple in circles just as her tongue was circling the current one. Nibbling down on it, sending a spike of heat to your pussy as you cried in ecstasy, clinging to the dark tresses of the woman below you and arching your back so she sucks it in deeper.

When she thought she had teased you enough she undid the ties of your obi letting it fall on the snowy ground and fully discarding the kimono off of your body. You shivered.

Mizu's gaze lingered on the subtle contours of your covered sex, a delicate dampness seeping through the fabric, leaving a shadow on your panties.

The slick from your leaking cunt had spread, reaching the insides of your thighs, leaving a telltale trace on her hands and even staining the fabric that adorned her. A soft tut escaped Mizu's lips, a mix of amusement and disappointment playing on her features.

“It seems no one else has ventured into my territory since I left. They may pine for you, but they don't have the privilege I claim," she remarked, her voice a sultry whisper. You shivered and tightened your grip on her hair.

Desperation and desire mingled in your response, "It's your fault..." you whimpered, captivated by the wickedness in her eyes. "Mizu, please..."

"So impatient, you know patience is a virtue princess." She smiled and stroked a finger up your covered slit, making you shake and whimper.

"But I have been cruel enough, you may have your reward"

With a promise of reward, the skilled samurai knelt before you. creating an intimate space where time seemed to stand still. Legs upon her shoulders, her mouth closing in on your covered needy cunt.

Her lips trailed a deliberate path up your thigh, leaving a trail of delicate kisses. Each touch heightened the tension until she finally succumbed to your yearning pussy. Biting down on your panties, she drew them off with agonizing slowness, maintaining eye contact that stirred a primal longing within you.

Removing the final barriers with a teasing bite. Soft, deliberate kisses traced the contours of your thighs, leaving love bruises in their wake.

"Mizu!" You whined, starting to lose patience "I need to come, please–" You were cut abruptly when her warm mouth enveloped your essence, a symphony of sensations overwhelmed your senses. Moans escaped as she skillfully navigated your every curve, leaving you consumed by ecstasy.

Spreading you apart and slurping up all the wetness seeping from your cunt, licking around soft velvety fields and turning her attention to your throbbing, engorged clit.

She took the little bundle of nerves into her mouth and sucked hard, causing you to let out a scream, fingers tangled in her dark locks tightened, leading her moaning into your core, bunching your underwear, she raised an arm above her head, and stuffed the garment in your mouth, muffling your lewd sounds.

Her actions caused more slick to slide down your pussy and gather at her tongue.

Thrusting two fingers inside you in haste, curving them up to hit a spongy layer inside that had you withering and digging your feet into the experienced woman's back. She kept pounding on that layer while tonguing your sensitive clit. It wasn't long before you came all over her pretty face and she greedily swallowed all your sweet, tangy juices.

You fall limp on her shoulders, panting and trembling with a thin layer of sweat covering you, swollen cunt throbbing from the stimulation and heat. The samurai planted a final kiss on your clit which made you twitch, then sucked the rest of your cum off from her fingers.

She made eye contact as she did so, which made you close your eyes and let out a muffled moan looking away in embarrassment. Mizu leaned forward to your figure taking the drool-soaked garment off of your mouth and kissed your dry lips.

At the taste of yourself, you moaned, pulling her deeper in for the kiss, gluttonously tasting yourself on the samurai's sweet lips.

When you pulled away from each other, Mizu had a huge grin on her face and you? A breathless sight, clinging to her, trembling from the aftermath. Her final act of tenderness—a lingering kiss on your flushed skin—left you yearning for more.

As you attempted to regain composure, trying to slip your legs off of the woman's shoulders to try and stand on your own but your trembling limbs betrayed you. Mizu's playful laughter echoed. "Still hate me?" she whispered, holding you close.

"My mind does not change."

"Just as much then?"

"...maybe," you pinched your thumb and forefinger together, a playful gesture, "a little less I suppose." Your fingers gently stroked the loose strands of the swordswoman's hair behind her ear, a subtle expression of the connection that had formed between you.

Concern etched across your features, and you furrowed your brows, a mix of anticipation and worry evident. "What does this mean for us, Mizu?"

The sword wielder’s response was met with a mischievous grin. "This means you'll be seeing me much more often." She leaned in, placing a light kiss on your cheek. "And let's not forget, you still owe me for that experience." Her laughter danced through the air, teasing and playful.

A soft smile adorned your face, your eyes softening as you playfully tugged at the cloth tied around her waist, pulling her closer for another kiss. Lips met in a heated exchange, a playful banter of shared desire and lingering excitement. Gasps for breath punctuated the moment, creating a beautiful chaos between you two. Before redressing, Mizu assisted you with the meticulous task of adjusting your kimono, her touch light yet meaningful.

Clearing your throat, you attempted to meet Mizu's gaze, straightening your posture with feigned confidence. "I'll be going. Will I see you later?" The question sounded more like a demand, your flushed cheeks and dishevelled strands framing your face adding to the allure.

Mizu, picking up a fallen hairpiece, pinned it on your locks with a sly grin. "Oh, you'll be begging to see me sooner than you think. I've got ways to make sure of that." Her words held a playful undertone, a mixture of sincerity and jest that left the air charged with playful tension.

As you exchanged a lingering gaze, the unspoken promises between you two hung heavy in the air. The playful banter only deepened the connection, making the prospect of future encounters even more enticing.

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