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𝐈’𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲— 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤!

𝗠𝗼𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗻 𝗠𝗶𝘇𝘂 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝟭𝟴+, 𝘀𝗽𝗮𝗻𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗱𝗼𝗺/𝘀𝘂𝗯 𝗱𝘆𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗰𝘀, 𝗽𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆, 𝗦𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗽-𝗼𝗻 (𝗿! 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴), 𝗺𝘂𝗹𝘁𝗶𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗮𝘀𝗺𝘀, 𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿-𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴,𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲. 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟭.𝟳𝗸 𝐀/𝐍: 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗵, 𝗜'𝗹𝗹 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗻𝗼𝘄

Apologies erupted from your lips, muffled by the sharp sting of another forceful slap. Your head bowed forward instinctively, seeking solace from the pain that radiated through your skin. Her fingers followed, working to alleviate the burn she had just inflicted.

"I’m sorry— fuck!" Your voice wavered as the yelp escaped, the desire for her attention overshadowing the discomfort. "Mizu, please. I'm sorry, I just wanted your attention."

"By being snarky?" Her words hung in the air, eyebrows furrowed in contemplation. A brief respite came as her hand left your rear, but hope was short-lived as a more resounding 'smack' resonated through the room, eliciting a moan from deep within you.

Her hand swiftly seized the tender skin, tears streaming down your face. "So, you just wanted my attention, huh?" She scoffed, shaking her head with a slow, disapproving motion.

"I'm sorry, I just—" You began, cut off by her probing question.

"You just what?" she inquired, nudging you back into her grasp. A desperate whine escaped your lips, accompanied by pleas and begs, yet it seemed insufficient for her desires.

Another slap landed on your flushed skin, her laughter mingling with the sight of your trembling form. "Use your fucking words," she demanded, the intensity of her grip increasing. 

"I need you to touch me, please, please," you moaned, aware of the effect your pleading had on her. However, supplications dwindled as she continued to scoff, her nails embedding into the softness of my flesh.

“Not gonna touch this needy pussy till you’ve learnt your lesson, ‘kay?”

A nervous gulp escaped your lips, causing your concentration to slip away like sand through fingers. Your mind was a haze, unable to grasp a suitable response. Did you make a mistake? Should an apology be offered, or was this an unexpected form of praise? As you began to utter, "Mizu—," your words morphed into a melodic moan.

“Take it like the good whore you are.” Her voice commanded with a tone that held a mix of authority and desire.

A sigh escaped her lips as she leaned in, trailing kisses down your neck. A whimper escaped you, sensing the pressure of her leg sliding between yours and against your cunt. "You understand what I crave at this moment, don't you, baby?" Her words were met with a nod from you.

" ‘Course, you do. So, shut up and let me fuck you, alright?"

A moan escaped your lips as you nodded once more, a warmth building between your legs. Her voice, with its low and perilous tone, held a captivating allure. Despite the intensity, it only fueled the anticipation, leaving your underwear damp in response to her assertiveness.

Mizu assertively guides you onto the soft bed, settling on top. 

"You enjoy this?" Mizu teases, noticing your dampened panties. "Who are they for? Me?" A playful swat at your cunt causes your body to jolt, and a feeble whimper escapes your throat.

“You!”

“That’s what I thought.” With a menacing tone, she sneers, her breath laboured. As her slender and weathered fingers slip beneath the moisture-laden fabric of your panties, a surge of tension hangs in the air. The tips of her fingers effortlessly glide through the wetness, revealing an intensity that leaves you breathless.

The air hung heavy with tension as she whispered, "You're practically dripping, all because of my teasing, naughty girl." Her voice carried a husky tone as two of her fingers traced a path down to the aching desire between your thighs, unabashedly diving in without a moment's hesitation.

Her fingers curled with a mischievous grin, effortlessly discovering that sweet spot within you that left you practically entranced. "Craving my touch, hmm? Speak up, baby, no playing coy with me," she taunted.

She continued with a mischievous glint in her eyes, "You like this, don’t you? I can sense it – a naughty whore finding pleasure in my merciless ways. Am I right?" A sigh escaped your lips as Mizu’s fingers continued their relentless thrust, driving you to new heights of ecstasy.

Suddenly, she withdrew her appendages, bringing them to her lips, sensually sucking your essence off and savouring it on her tongue. Desperation filled your voice as you pleaded, "Mizu, please... just fuck me, please."

She looked at you, her gaze intense. “You want me to fuck you? Want me to knock you up?” You nodded eagerly.

“Yes,” you stammered, desire evident. “I want you to ruin me, don't hold back.”

She gracefully moved away, diverting her attention to retrieve something. The anticipation hung in the air as you waited for her next move.

Coming back, she fastened the strap around her hips, her gaze fixed on your sopping pussy, the slippery essence gathering on your thighs like tiny droplets. A low grunt escaped her as she eagerly anticipated the moment when you would cum on her dick.

The size was substantial, measuring about six inches, its hue a deep purple adorned with distinctive ridges and impressive girth.

She traced the tip delicately along the sensitive terrain, delivering a few sharp taps with the strap against your clit.

Then, with a sudden motion, she thrust the entire thing into your pussy until it nestled snugly.

A cry escaped you instantly. "Take it, pretty," she commanded with a grunt, forcefully plunging into you while her thumb playfully teased your bundle of nerves.

"Mizu!" you exclaimed with a sense of urgency. She had just started passionately connecting with you moments ago, and you found yourself on the brink of ecstasy in mere minutes.

She gently lifted your legs onto her shoulders, drawing herself closer to you. As she leaned down, a surge of pleasure enveloped you, reaching a profound depth that made you see stars.

With a sly grin, she encouraged you, "There we go, keep cumming; such a wild little slut." A playful swat at your clit made you gasp, the intensity nearly pushing you to the brink of ecstasy.

Abruptly, Mizu withdrew, swiftly flipping you onto your stomach. In a bold move, she thrust her hips, penetrating you deeply.

Her firm grip on the back of your hair added an element of dominance, pulling your head back to allow her whispered words to tease your ear. The room pulsated with the electrifying energy of passion and desire.

She uttered in a husky whisper, "I'll continue fucking you till the only thing etched in that little head of yours is my name, and nothing more. Understand?"

You couldn't help but let out a series of breathless moans. "Mizu, I'm... I'm..." Your words trailed off into incoherent whispers as another wave of pleasure washed over you.

A cascade of warmth flowed down the lifelike surface of the silicone shaft, tracing a path along your trembling thighs and staining the sheets beneath you.

In a taunting tone, she coos, "Your pussy’s taking such a beating, she's practically begging for my mercy."

"Imagine if this were my real cock. Wouldn't you love that? Wish I could just fuck a baby right in you, get you all round and swollen, yeah?" 

In the heat of passion, she whispered breathlessly, "Gonna cum baby, gonna cum on you, soak you completely— oh, God!" Her groans filled the room as she wet her boxers, the intensity of her pleasure evident.

Despite the waves of ecstasy, she persisted with her rhythmic thrusts.

Simultaneously, you found yourself on the brink of a third orgasm. Your thighs trembled, and you became a symphony of moans, entangled in the shared euphoria of the moment.

You couldn't help but cry out her name, the walls of the room seemingly closing in as desire surged through you. Your climax loomed, a wave of pleasure gathering in the depths of your lower stomach.

"Mizu!" you gasped, voice filled with ecstasy.

"That’s it, louder f’me. Tell me how much you enjoy the way I ruin this pussy. My pussy is that right? who’s cunt is this? yours or mine?"

"Yours!" you fervently declared, teetering on the edge, the struggle to contain your desire becoming more challenging with each passing second.

Your breath hitched, and you gasped, "I'm about to cum, oh, Mizu, Mizu—"

"Yeah? You ready to cum? Ready to cream my cock? Gonna be dripping for me?" you affirmed with a nod. "Of course you are. Now, be good for me and let me have it. Let go."

Your hands desperately sought something to hold onto as overwhelming sensations engulfed you, intensifying with every primal thrust into your tender, swollen cunt.

Overwhelmed, you pleaded, "It's too much! Please, Mizu!" Your thighs trembled with intensity, and you sensed another surge of wetness escaping from between your legs.

Finally grasping the situation, Mizu delicately withdrew the cum-covered strap from your pussy. Her hands glided tenderly over your quivering thighs, offering a soothing touch.

"Was that truly too much? I'm sorry, baby. I got carried away in the moment. M’sorry," she apologized, pulling you gently against her chest.

You took a deep breath, the air filling your lungs as you tried to calm the storm of sensations that still lingered. Mizu's embrace provided a sense of security, and her apologetic tone reassured you.

"It's just... intense," you admitted, your voice shaky. The room, dimly lit and filled with the aftermath of your shared passion, seemed to echo with the echoes of pleasure that still reverberated through your body.

Mizu tilted your chin up to the side over your shoulder, her eyes locking onto yours with a mixture of concern and desire. "I want every experience with you to be perfect. Tell me what you need."

A smile played on your lips as you reached for her hand, fingers intertwining. "Just a moment," you whispered, feeling the warmth of her skin against yours.

Together, you melted into the silence, the only sound the rhythmic beating of your hearts.

As the haze of ecstasy began to lift, Mizu traced circles on your back, her touch like a comforting melody that played in harmony with your heartbeat. "I never want to push you too far," she murmured, her lips brushing against your forehead. "But I also want you to experience everything you desire."

The vulnerability in her eyes mirrored your own, creating a bridge between your souls. You marvelled at the trust that had grown between you, a trust that allowed you to explore the depths of pleasure together.

Leaning back, you gazed into Mizu's eyes, a silent understanding passing between you. In that shared moment, the weight of the world lifted, leaving only the connection that bound you together.

"Let's take it slow," you suggested, a playful glint in your eye. Mizu chuckled, her fingers tracing a delicate path along your spine.

Mizu smiled warmly, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Absolutely, my love. Your comfort is my priority."

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[shebunie]

could you write about a reader who helps run an underground black market? while others are specialized in murder and money, her trade centers around secrets, blackmail, and information. she likes to see justice being served and will only give information if she feels the person’s reasons are honorable.

mizu came to her once to learn more about violet. there, mizu is forced to share her story with the reader. the reader feels that mizu’s revenge will bring justice and she told her some really helpful information. because of this good interaction, mizu decides to come back to learn more about fawler.

when she comes back, she realizes that the reader got into some trouble (maybe with shindo) because their reasons were not reasonable and they resorted to kidnapping and torturing her to get information. mizu decided to go rescue her, but it’s unclear whether or not she’s doing it out of affection or purely for the information.

𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬

𝗠𝗶𝘇𝘂 𝘅 𝗜𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘁! 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗼, 𝘃𝗶𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲, 𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗲, 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝘁��𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘀, 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲, 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘀, 𝗲𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟮.𝟱𝗸 𝐀/𝐍: 𝗛𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗼! 𝗦𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁, 𝗜'𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗯𝘂𝘀𝘆 𝗽𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝘂𝘇 𝘄𝗲'𝗿𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲, 𝘀𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘂𝗽𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗱. 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗮 𝗼𝗳 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗮 𝗽𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 <𝟯𝟯

In the shadowed heart of the city, where the lights whispered secrets and the night held its breath, there existed an underground black market that thrived on the currency of secrets, blackmail, and information. In this clandestine realm, enigmatic and veiled in the shadows, you reigned as the orchestrator of whispers and dealer of knowledge.

A master of intrigue and keeper of delicate truths, you believed in a peculiar sense of justice. Only those with honourable intentions could pry open the sealed envelopes that held the city's darkest truths. For you, it was not about the money or the power, but the satisfaction of seeing justice served.

On a fateful night, as the moon hung low in the inky sky, a figure cloaked in mystery and determination stepped into your dimly lit sanctuary. 

“A newcomer, what business do you have to visit me at this hour?” You spoke, eyes never leaving the inked stained paper, with each brush stroke holding grace and poise.

The stranger, behind those orange-tinted glasses, were piercing eyes that seemed to carry the weight of unspoken stories, stepped further into the dimly lit room. Their voice, like a carefully orchestrated melody, cut through the silence. "I seek truths that have eluded the grasp of justice, and whispers that dance on the fringes of the consciousness."

You looked up from your work, a subtle curiosity in your eyes. "Not many dare to tread into these shadows without a clear purpose. What truth do you chase, and what drives you to seek it in the obscurity of this place?"

“I’ve come to fulfil a vow, revenge, I’ve come to know the whereabouts of a white man.”

Your keen eyes studied the stranger, gauging the sincerity in their words. The air seemed to thicken with the weight of their purpose. The inked quill paused on the paper as you leaned back, shrouded in the ambience of secrets.

"Revenge, in pursuit of a white man. Such tales often unravel threads that bind destinies," you mused, the subtle glow of your lamp casting flickering shadows on the walls. "But before I delve into the shadows of information, I must know more. Who is this white man, and why does he stir the flames of revenge in your heart?"

The stranger hesitated for a moment, as if deciding how much of their truth to reveal. Finally, they spoke with a mixture of determination and sorrow. "His name is Violet. He is a man of influence, a puppeteer in the daylight, orchestrating schemes that ruin lives. I've sworn to kill all four white men that resided in Japan, for cursing me with the blood of impurity, a demon."

Your expression remained unchanged, but a glimmer of sympathy flashed in your eyes. The pen resumed its dance across the parchment as you spoke, "Revenge can be a treacherous path, often blinding the seeker to the consequences. What do you seek from me? Information, evidence, or perhaps a way to dismantle this puppeteer?"

The stranger's eyes bore into yours, reflecting a mix of determination and desperation. "I seek all that you can provide. Names, connections, his hidden lairs, and the strings he pulls. I want to expose him for what he is and make him pay for the lives he's ruined, including my own."

Nodding slowly, you set aside the parchment and ink, the tools of your trade, and leaned forward. "A perilous journey, but I understand the weight of injustice and the burning desire to right the wrongs. I will help you, but you must understand the rules of this realm. The information I provide comes with a price, not in currency, but in actions. You must be prepared to navigate the shadows with precision and, if needed, dance on the edge of morality."

The stranger's gaze remained steadfast, a silent agreement passing between you. "I accept the terms. I will do whatever it takes to bring Violet and every white man in this forsaken place to justice and end their reign of manipulation."

"Good," you responded, a sense of purpose resonating in your voice. As the stranger rose to leave, the room seemed to absorb them into its shadowy embrace. The lights outside flickered, casting an ethereal glow on the figure disappearing into the night. The underground market, fueled by the currency of secrets, had found a new player in this unfolding tale of revenge and justice.

As the door closed, leaving only a faint echo in the quiet room, you returned to your desk, resuming your work with renewed purpose. The city's secrets were about to unfold, and justice, like a silent guardian, awaited its cue in the heart of the shadows.

In gratitude for your assistance, Mizu vowed to return, her purpose now intertwined with the unseen threads of fate that bound them. Time passed, like the silent footfalls of a forgotten melody, until Mizu returned, seeking enlightenment about another elusive figure—Fowler.

“I can’t help but notice your business, dear orchestrator,” Your sanctuary has been disturbed. Trouble had come knocking in the form of Shindo, a ruthless force that recognized no boundaries in its pursuit of information. You decide to humour him.

"Shindo, my old acquaintance," you replied with a calm demeanour, though a spark of caution glinted in your eyes. "What brings you to the heart of secrets? Your reputation precedes you, and I have no doubt that your visit is not a mere social call."

Shindo, a towering figure with a cold gaze, smirked as he approached your desk. The dim light reflected off the polished surface of his leather coat, giving him an air of calculated menace. "Cut the pleasantries. I hear you've been delving into matters that don't concern you. Secrets that dance on the edge of my territory."

You leaned back, steepling your fingers, your expression unreadable. "I simply provide a service, Shindo. Information flows like a river, and I merely guide its course. What concerns you is not my concern unless it becomes a transaction."

Shindo's eyes narrowed, and he leaned in, his voice a low growl. "There's a name echoing in the city— a samurai. What do you know about him?"

You hesitated for a moment, carefully choosing your words, "I've heard murmurs of a shadow in the night, a samurai navigating each crevice to find your white devil," you replied, keeping your tone measured. "But as you know, my dear Shindo, information is a delicate currency. If you seek to exchange, you must bring something of value to the table.”

Shindo's gaze intensified, and a sinister smile played on his lips. "I don't play games, woman. Give me what I want, and you may continue your little charade in the shadows."

Your response carried a subtle defiance, "Information is not a commodity to be demanded, Shindo. It's earned. If you wish to dance in the realm of secrets, you must learn the steps." The tension in the room thickened, a silent standoff in the theatre of whispers.

“Then you leave me no choice—" With a mere tilt of his head, a large man came into view "Take her," closing in you swiftly, you tried to pry yourself away from his grasp. 

Assessing the giant's imposing presence, you quickly analyze potential weak points and notice a subtle hesitation in his movements. Without revealing fear, you calmly address Shindo, "Physical force may bend the body, but the mind remains unbroken. We can find a more civilized resolution, gentlemen."

Shindo's icy gaze meets yours, contemplating your words. The room hangs in suspense, the shadows concealing the unfolding drama as the dance between power and subtlety continues.

Mizu, arriving at the dimly lit hideaway, to question you about Fowler's location, sensed the shift in the winds, the discord that had disrupted your sanctuary.

The wielder's eyes narrowed as she surveyed the aftermath, her fingers brushing against the ink-stained remnants of your meticulous work. The once-calm hideaway now bore the scars of a struggle, a battle waged in the name of hidden truths.

Determined, Mizu traced the whispers of witnesses until Shindo's name echoed through the clandestine passages. Fueled by a blend of concern and determination, she sought answers, discovering the brutality that had unfolded within the walls of your secret refuge.

“You're a stubborn one, all bloodied up and you won't even say a single thing.” Shindo snickered as he watched your shackled self breathe heavily, crimson red flowing down your body. 

Shindo's taunting words echoed in the hushed air, you spat at him, “I'd rather dwell in despair than give you what is not meant to be.” 

“He will cut you with a knife.” 

Mizu's eyes flashed with a mix of fury and concern as she stepped forward, her presence a force to be reckoned with. "Shindo, this violence serves no purpose. If you seek information, there are other ways to obtain it."

Shindo chuckled, seemingly amused by Mizu's defiance. "This one," he gestured towards you, "holds the key to the knowledge I desire. A stubborn whore who values secrets over their own well-being."

Mizu's gaze shifted between you and Shindo, her resolve unwavering. "Release them. I won't stand idly by while you desecrate the pursuit of truth."

Shindo, unfazed, signalled to his henchmen to loosen their grip slightly. As the pressure on your shackles eased, Mizu's,  eyes locked onto yours. As the room fell into a tense silence, the weight of the unspoken negotiations hung thick in the air. 

In that precarious moment, Mizu's motives blurred like reflections in rippling water. Was it affection that spurred her into action, or merely the pragmatic pursuit of information?

Mizu's gaze remained locked with yours, a silent exchange of understanding passing between you. Her motives were a complex dance of affection and pragmatism, each step carefully measured in the shadows of the dimly lit room.

Shindo, still revelling in the perceived power dynamic, grinned wickedly. "Well, Mizu, if you're so eager to play the hero, let's make a deal. I'll release this one," he gestured towards you, "if you come join me for tea."

Mizu's jaw tightened at Shindo's proposition, her eyes narrowing in a blend of defiance and calculation. She considered the implications of Shindo's twisted offer. "Tea?" She scoffed, her voice cutting through the silence. "You mistake me for a fool. Release them, and we can talk about information. But I won't indulge in your sick games."

Shindo's laughter echoed in the room, the sound sending shivers down your spine. "Ah, Mizu, always so serious. But you see, this isn't just any tea. It's a meeting of minds, an opportunity for understanding. And if you refuse, well," he trailed off, his gaze lingering on you.

You felt the weight of the unspoken threat in his words, and a flicker of concern passed through Mizu's eyes. The delicate balance between affection and pragmatism teetered on the edge, the room holding its breath in anticipation.

Mizu's voice, calm yet laced with determination, sliced through the tension. "We can discuss what you want to know. But know this, harm them, and you’re dead."

Shindo's smirk faltered for a moment, the first crack in his confident facade. He glanced between you and Mizu, weighing his options. The room seemed suspended in a fragile standoff, the outcome uncertain.

After a tense pause, Shindo nodded to his henchmen. The pressure on your shackles eased further, and Mizu's eyes never wavered from Shindo's gaze. As your shackles fell away, the samurai stepped forward, shielding you from Shindo's view. The room breathed a collective sigh of relief.

"Very well, We shall discuss matters over tea, and perhaps you'll see the wisdom in cooperation." 

Mizu, her eyes never leaving Shindo until he disappeared from sight, leaving you two alone in the empty, cold dungeon. The sword-wielder waited for a moment to confirm he had left before turning her attention to you.

Concern etched on her face. Gently, she examined the wounds that adorned your battered form. The faint rays of the moonlight cast a soft glow on her features, revealing a mix of emotions that played out in the depths of her eyes.

She approached you. With gentle hands, cupping your face as she assessed the damage, the cold metal of the shackles leaving angry imprints on your wrists.

"Are you alright?" she asked, her voice a low murmur in the dimly lit dungeon. You managed a weak nod, vision blurry as you couldn’t handle the pain any more, passing out in her hold.

Time blurred in the darkness, and when you awoke, the dim glow of the moon had given way to the soft hues of dawn that shone through the cracks of the cabin. Mizu, ever watchful, was seated by your side. As your eyes fluttered open, she met your gaze with a mixture of relief and concern.

"You're awake," she said, her voice a gentle whisper. "How do you feel?"

The pain lingered, but it was bearable. Mizu's care had brought a measure of comfort, and you managed a faint smile in response. Her hand found yours, a silent reassurance.

"What happened with Shindo?" you asked, the events in the dungeon still a fragmented memory.

Mizu's expression hardened as she recounted the negotiations. "He wanted information, and he thought he could use you as leverage. But we made a deal. We'll talk, share what we know, but no more than that. If he harms you, he's signing his own death."

A flicker of embarrassment passed through your eyes, realizing the gravity of the situation. Cerulean eyes softened as she sensed your vulnerability, her thumb gently tracing soothing circles on the back of your hand.

"Don't blame yourself," she reassured. "I won't let anything happen to you."

“I— I know.” You held your gaze, as the dawn's light painted a soft glow on your features, and for a moment, in the swordswoman's eyes, the weight of the world seemed to fade. “But you did not have to go through all that hassle to save me.”

Mizu felt a warmth within her that transcended the dimly lit surroundings. Tilting her head down while she turned around so that her back faced you.

"It wasn't a hassle, and you're worth every risk," she said over her shoulder, her tone carrying a sincerity that echoed through the quiet cabin.

As the dawn's light continued to filter through the cracks of the cabin, a newfound closeness enveloped the two of you. The air seemed to hold a lingering tenderness, and Mizu's words hung in the quiet space like a promise.

Silence settled between you, broken only by the distant sounds of the waking world outside. 

"I meant what I said," she spoke, her voice a soft murmur. "I won't let anything happen to you. We're in this together."

A gentle smile graced your lips, as you scooted closer to the samurai, leaning to place a light peck on their cold-tinted cheek “I appreciate everything you’ve done, Thank you.” 

Mizu's cheeks warmed at the unexpected gesture, hand adjusting the kasa on their head down to block your view from her flushed face. Letting out a low hum of agreement. 

"I'm just glad you're safe," She admitted, her voice a soft murmur.

A soft giggle left your lips, placing your head on their shoulder as you embraced the warmth of the moment. 

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[shebunie]

How good do you think Mizu's mouth skills are?

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬

𝙈𝙞𝙯𝙪 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙚

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: +𝟭𝟴, 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗱𝗻𝗶, 𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗻𝘆 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗹 (𝗿! 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴), 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 (𝗿! 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴), 𝗰𝘂𝗺 𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟱𝟵𝟮 𝐀/𝐍: 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝘀 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗮 𝘄𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘀, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗯𝘆 𝗺𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗵, 𝗜 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝗰'𝗺𝗼𝗻. 𝗦𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘀𝘆. 𝗣𝘂𝘀𝘀𝘆 𝗱𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗸 𝗠𝗶𝘇𝘂? 𝗟𝗲𝘁'𝘀 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗮 𝗱𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝗱𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗰𝘂𝘇 𝗜'𝗺 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀.

"Feeling good princess?" 

Mizu’s cold fingers traced patterns along the outside of your thigh. Head encaged by the soft plush of your legs giving your needy cunt sloppy languid licks. Your hand grasping her hair for leverage, looking below you laid the sword wielder between your legs, mouth agape as heavy breaths leave her lips.

“Course you do, you’ve been waiting for this the whole day, haven’t you?” The sounds of your slick echoed through the walls of the brothel. You silently whimpered, legs opening more and grinding on her face. She groaned, the tip of her tongue protruding against your clenching hole, more slick coming out of your pulsing cunt. 

“Didn’t you say you have not tasted a woman?” You squirmed, face flushed from the squelching sounds of your pussy with each slurp of her mouth, “So fucking wet…” she mumbled, gently nipping at your clit, making you let out a shaky moan. As you threw your head back, thighs trembling from her constant stimulation.

“That doesn't mean I don’t know how,”

You groaned, watching as her tongue lapped at your arousal, sliding in between your slick folds. Her hands gripped your thighs tighter, leaving faint red marks, pulling you closer to her mouth as her sapphire eyes stared into yours. 

Moaning at the sight, pussy clenching against her tongue, and later around it as she pushed inside, “just like that.” She hummed, going back to your clit to tease it with her tongue. You could see in her half-lidded eyes that she was pussy drunk, lazily and messily lapping at you, eyes closing as she moaned at the taste.

You tugged on her hair, making her hum as she sucked on your clit, slightly shaking her head before pulling away and spitting in between your folds, you whimpered. 

She couldn’t even speak, completely lost on your cunt, mind fuzzy. Spreading her drool with her fingers. Your back arched as she pushed her ring and middle finger inside, watching your lips stretch around them to take her. She bit down on her lip, moaning when you whimpered as she stared at your cunt being filled and split open by her fingers. 

You were taking her so easily. “Mizu,” you sighed, moaning when her lips were back on your clit, making your thighs shake. You knew you weren’t gonna last, not when she found the spot that had you see stars, curling her fingers to hit it over and over and over again. She knew it too by the way your grip tightened on her hair, hums and whines leaving your lips. 

“I’m gonna cum!” you quickly muttered, moaning as she went faster, sucking harder on that little bundle of nerves. She didn’t relent until you were gushing inside her mouth, making her groan in pleasure. 

You always tasted so good. 

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, tongue desperately lapping at your cum to swallow it whole. You sighed as she fucked you through it, leaving you a trembling mess on the futon as she pulled her fingers out and sucked them clean, with a bit of strength left you tried to get off of her face, but with a gentle yet firm grip she pulled you back down, arms caging your thighs, as her nose bumped against your clit eliciting a yelp from you.

She anchored you to the moment, refusing to let the intensity fade. Her voice, a sultry whisper, teased the air as she continued, "I'm not done, I'm sure you've got more in you."

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[shebunie]

HIIIIII! could you do a mizu x reader when reader teases mizu so much that mizu snaps and erm...things get suggestive or just plain smut IDK 🙏🏽

𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭

𝗠𝗶𝘇𝘂 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝟭𝟴+, 𝗻𝘀𝗳𝘄, 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁, 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗱𝗲𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸, 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗹 (𝗿! 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴), 𝗲𝗱𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗯𝗲𝗴𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘀𝗽𝗮𝗻𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗶 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗼 𝗯𝗮𝗱, 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘆𝗲𝘁 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗳-𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟮.𝟲𝗸 𝐀/𝐍: 𝗛𝗶 <𝟯, 𝗮𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗵𝘂, 𝗜 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀 𝗺𝗶𝘇𝘂, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝘆 𝗽𝗮𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗱𝗲𝗳𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱! 𝗠𝘆 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗹 𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗜 𝘀𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗶𝗿𝗹 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗳𝗳. 𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗥𝗔𝗬 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗕𝗘𝗦 𝗦𝟮!

"I don’t want company." 

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow across the tranquil landscape. Mizu, the stoic yet skilled samurai, sat beneath a cherry blossom tree, taking a moment of relaxation from her travels. Her sword rested beside her, reflecting the fading sunlight. However, her solitude was soon interrupted by your arrival.

You, an adventurous and cheeky soul, approached her with a mischievous glint in your eyes. "I couldn't resist the allure of a lone samurai beneath the cherry blossoms," you declared, a playful grin tugging at the corners of your lips.

“What's gotten you so grumpy?” 

Mizu's piercing gaze met yours, her expression unwavering. "I said, I don’t want company," she replied, a hint of irritation in her tone.

Undeterred, you plopped down beside her, ignoring her warning. "Oh, come on, Mizu! Even a samurai needs a break. Plus, it's a crime to waste such a beautiful evening in solitude," you teased, leaning closer to her.

She sighed, realizing that you were not easily deterred. "I value my solitude. It sharpens my focus and keeps me attuned to the world around me," Mizu explained, attempting to maintain her composure.

You chuckled, tracing patterns on the grass with your fingers. "I get that, I do. But even the mighty Mizu needs a break from being a stone-cold warrior sometimes. Don't you ever get tired of all that serious stuff?"

Mizu's stoic facade cracked ever so slightly as she shot you a sideways glance. "I don't get tired. I endure," she retorted.

Your grin widened, clearly enjoying her reactions. "Endure, huh? Well, how about enduring some good company for a change? It might be just what you need."

A subtle tension hung in the air as Mizu's patience wore thin. "I've endured many challenges and adversaries. Dealing with you might be the most formidable one yet," she remarked, a flicker of amusement in her eyes.

A hand to your mouth, feigning shock enveloped your features, “Of course, you seem to be the only one who can handle it anyway.” 

Each remark a playful jab, and each counter a carefully calculated response. The verbal sparring evolved into a dance of wit and charm. Mizu found herself caught in the web of your playful teasing, her steely resolve slowly giving way to the unexpected allure of your company.

As the moon began to rise, casting a silvery glow on the landscape, you decided to up the ante. "You know, Mizu, beneath that tough exterior, I bet there's a samurai with a heart that longs for a little excitement," you mused, a sly grin playing on your lips.

Mizu raised an eyebrow, a mixture of curiosity and defiance in her gaze. "I have no interest in power or money. I have no interest in being happy. Only satisfied." 

“And what if I told you that a bit of someone, might just be the key to satisfaction?”

You leaned in, your voice a soft whisper against the gentle rustling of the cherry blossoms as you lifted a finger to trace along the jaw of the wielder. The strand of her hair followed the breeze, your eyes traced along the bridge of her nose, down to her upturned lips. 

“What are you doing?” 

“Looking at you.” you voiced, Mizu couldn't help but feel a strange mixture of discomfort and curiosity. Your presence, initially an unwelcome intrusion, now presented a challenge that intrigued her. She shifted uncomfortably under your gaze, trying to maintain her composure.

"I prefer to be unseen," Mizu remarked, her tone stern, but a glimmer of uncertainty lingered in her eyes.

You chuckled softly, the mischievous glint in your eyes undiminished. "But you look so pretty like this. Do I make you nervous?”

Mizu, unaccustomed to such flattery, found herself at a loss for words. The air around you two was charged with a newfound tension, a delicate balance between the solitude she sought and the unexpected charm you brought. The cherry blossoms overhead seemed to sway in approval, as if nature itself acknowledged the subtle shift in the atmosphere.

Your soft fingers that lingered on her face, held her chin and gently turned her gaze to you. The moon illuminated the scene, casting shadows that played on your features, giving you an almost ethereal quality.

For a moment, Mizu's stoic exterior wavered. She glanced away, the touch of your finger on her skin tingled, breaking eye contact, and the moonlight revealed a hint of vulnerability. "Empty flattery won't change my resolve," she declared, her voice a mixture of defiance and self-assurance.

But you were undeterred, your playful demeanour persisting. "Who said anything about changing your resolve? I just thought you could use a break from it every now and then," you replied shifting your focus on the sword between you, ever so carefully gliding your fingers along the hilt. 

Mizu's internal struggle played out on her face, a silent battle between the disciplined warrior and the unforeseen allure of your company.

“You look troubled,” the sultry tone of your voice called her out. Mizu let out a sigh, her resistance crumbling like a dam giving way to the persistent flow of water. The tension in her shoulders eased, and she found herself drawn into the magnetic field of your presence. "I am not troubled, I just don't want to be bothered," she insisted, though her gaze betrayed a conflict within.

Your fingers continued to dance along the intricate details of her sword, a silent acknowledgement of the craftsmanship that mirrored the complexities of Mizu herself. A sigh escaped your soft lips, “Then I’ll leave you to it.” Standing from your position, smoothing down your kimono as you turned around to leave the stoic wielder alone with the presence of the moonlit sakura’s

Mizu, unable to fully articulate the conflicting emotions within her, found herself reacting on an impulse she didn't quite understand. Her hand, the same one that had just moments ago wielded a sword with precision and control, now held onto the delicate fabric of your sleeve. Eyes, usually sharp and focused, betrayed a mix of uncertainty and something else—an unspoken acknowledgement of a connection.

You turned to look at her, surprise evident in your eyes. The air crackled with tension as Mizu's gaze held yours, the silent exchange conveying more than words ever could. In that brief moment, the boundaries that she had meticulously built around herself began to blur. She pulled you to sit on her lap.

"I didn't ask for this," Mizu grumbled, attempting to salvage some semblance of control over the situation.

With a playful smirk, you retorted, "Well, you did say you endure, right? Consider this endurance training for, an unexpected guest." Snaking your arms around her neck,  the subtle touch of your fingers on the back of her neck sent shivers down her spine.

Long slender fingers gripped your face, squishing your cheeks and making you form a pout, “This persistent attitude of yours reminds me of someone,” Mizu’s patience ran thin on your teasing, a frown etched on her face while she squinted her eyes.

You couldn't help but laugh at her attempt to regain control, your pout turning into a playful grin. "Oh, really? And who might that be?" you asked, your voice a melodic muffled blend of amusement and curiosity.

“Just like Taigen when we were children,” her grip on your plush face remained, a different glint evident in her cerulean eyes, “A fucking brat.” Pushing you down on the soft grass, as she hovered above you, her weight supported by her strong arms.

The world seemed to slow down as Mizu's unexpected move left you breathless. The scent of cherry blossoms lingered in the air, and the moonlight painted a surreal backdrop for the unfolding moment. The playful banter had given way to a charged atmosphere, and the tension between you two became palpable.

Mizu's gaze bore into yours, a mixture of intensity and a flicker of something more. The fingers that had gripped your face now traced a delicate path down your neck, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. The weight of her body pressed against yours, and a primal energy passed between you, unspoken yet undeniable.

“I can be a brat.”

The soft rustling of the leaves overhead seemed to echo the beating of your hearts as Mizu's lips, once firm and resolute, hovered tantalizingly close to yours. Her eyes, usually guarded, now betrayed a vulnerability that mirrored your own.

"Oh, I know you can," Mizu declared, her voice low and commanding, fingers gently traced along the collar of your kimono, a feather-light touch that sent shivers down your spine. 

"You’ll do as I say," she asked, her tone firm. "no defiance, no resistance. just complete submission." Undoing the ties of her makeshift belt with one hand as the other gathered your wrists, slowly and deliberately tying it together, ensuring you're completely at her mercy. 

Mizu can see the anticipation in your eyes, the desire to be dominated and brought to your limits. “Keep those wrists exactly where they are," she commanded, voice leaving no room for negotiation.

"I want to see just how well you can follow orders." She proceeded to explore your body with rough fingertips, caressing and teasing every inch of your exposed skin. 

You closed your legs together, “I don't think I follow orders that well,” feeling every tantalizing touch of the samurai, goosebumps rising from your skin as your breath wavered. 

Looking at the wielders eyes, a mischievous glint danced in her gaze. "Oh, we'll see about that," she purred, her fingers tracing a slow path up your inner thigh. "Resistance can be quite entertaining."

As she leaned in, her warm breath grazed your ear. "Perhaps I'll have to find more creative ways to make you obey," she teased, her fingers lightly dancing along your collarbone. "You won't be closing those legs for long."

“come on my love speak up, what do you want? you want me to fuck you open for all of them to see?" Mizu whispered, leaning down to press a kiss on your forehead. She cocked her head to the side, your gaping lips brushing her earlobe as another whine escaped your throat. You whimper, the sudden feeling of her soft lips kissing your body never failing to make you feel crazy.

Mizu’s fingers drift down, fiddling with the hem of your garment before teasing you from the outside. Her boney fingers lightly ran over your underwear, soaking cunt leaking through the fabric.

Whines and begs slipping from your mouth, pleas for her to touch you. But, she stops, looking you dead in the eyes, “what do you want? say it, use your words.” She demands, watching you so closely you could come just from her gaze.

“Please, mizu.. I want you to touch me.” 

Mizu's smirk widened as she leaned in, her fingers tracing a teasing path up your arm. "Well," she purred, "you have to be more specific than that."

Your breath caught in your throat, the anticipation thick in the air. "I want..." you stammered, struggling to form coherent words. Mizu's eyes never left yours, her confidence almost maddening.

"I want your hands on me," you finally managed to express, your voice a mix of need and frustration. Mizu's laughter echoed in the room, low and sultry.

"Such a good start," she whispered, her touch now dancing along your waist. "But you can do better. Tell me exactly where you want me to touch you."

The room seemed to shrink as you gathered your thoughts, desire and embarrassment wrestling within you. "I want your lips on mine," you admitted, your cheeks flushing with a mix of arousal and vulnerability.

Mizu's gaze intensified, a hunger evident in her eyes. "And?" she urged, her fingers lingering on the edge of your anticipation.

"Everywhere," you confessed, feeling the weight of your desire in the pit of your stomach. "I want to feel you everywhere."

Her giggle filled the room again, this time a bit softer. "Now we're getting somewhere," she murmured, closing the gap between you. 

“Here?” you whine at her words, nodding. “Why are you nodding? I said to use your words.” She growled, her brows furrowing.

“I want you to touch my pussy, mizu.” you moaned out, enough to satisfy her.

“On your hands and knees,” Nimble fingers tease and twist your panties until they’re pooling around your ankles. Breath becomes heavier as she starts to kiss a pathway down the length of your back. You give in to her urges; head tipping back as her mouth glides over the plush of your behind. 

Mizu kneels between your legs, sinking her teeth into your ass and moaning in unison with you. Your back arches at the feeling, presenting your cunt for her to feast.

“Pretty girl,” Mizu growls, hands palming your ass, spreading you further apart, “with the prettiest pussy, fuck-”

She delves in. Shiny tongue weaving between webbed folds. She groans, going for a second taste, a longer lick. Mizu slurps at your cunt, the loud, lewd sound causing you to shiver, top half of your body lowering against the tatami floors. The cold sends a jolt through your already perky nipples, and you squirm. 

“Sweeter than sugar,” Mizu licks her lips, eyes memorising the sight of your wet cunt, puffy and pulsing for her -  diving back in, her tongue and lips explore you.

Kissing your puffy clit, causing an erotic moan to leap from your swollen lips. She sucks on your aching clit, flicking the talented tip of her tongue in intricate patterns that have your thighs quivering against her flushing cheeks.

Mizu’s tongue worked its usual magic; sucking, kissing, rolling— your eyes began to water, the feeling of her inside you causing your build-up to come much faster than usual.

Indents of your teeth scatter across your hand and arm after having to bite into yourself to stay quiet. It was the crack of dawn after all. So, you continue to release muffled moans against your skin, eyes squeezing shut in concentration- but fuck  Mizu knows what she’s doing with her tongue.

“Mmhm,” Mizu groans, face smushing into your cunt. Her ego swells with every, jolt of your hips as her tongue catches the perfect spot in each swirl. The way she moved had you crying like a little girl; red-faced and sobbing, begging her to let you cum. “what do you want, again?”

“Please, please mizu, please let me cum. I’ll be good, I promise.”

She’s about to make you cum faster and harder than you ever had in your life. She can sense it in the pulsing of your clit, feel it in the tremble of your legs. God, she wants to beg. 

Feeling you slip over the edge and moaning into you. To catch every essence of your release, she switches to long yet fast licks up and down the length of you;  from your buzzing clit, over your clenching hole.

“Mizu, fuck, oh my-” Your tied hands search for her, finding purchase grasping dark long tresses, “I’m-”

A calloused hand lands on your soft supple skin with a smack. The corner of her lips curls up into a grin when your body jolts, soft whines slipping past your lips.

“We’re done when I say we’re done or has the whore forgotten the endurance training she proposed?” The insult had your tummy flipping and cunt clenching, and of course Mizu noticed.  She took no time slipping her middle finger inside you, your walls sucking her in desperately. 

Leaning over your body, her perky breast mushed against your arching back as her free hand tightly pulled your hair.

“Mizu!” you squeak, clit throbbing, the roughness of her fingers rubbing against the walls of your cunt. “Please—” you whimpered, tear droplets rolling down your cheeks.

“Shut up.” She grunted out, long and slender fingers increasing their pace, pounding that spongy taste of heaven inside you, over and over again.

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[shebunie]

—𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧

𝗛𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗼 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲, 𝗜'𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲. 𝗜'𝘃𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝗮 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗰𝗵 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗲𝗳𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗬𝗔𝗬!

𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗸 𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗼, 𝗺𝗮𝘆𝗯𝗲 𝗜'𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻. 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘀 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝘂𝗽 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵!

𝗔𝘀 𝗮 𝘁𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝗜 𝗪𝗜𝗟𝗟 𝗰𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘂𝗽 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝘂𝘀!

—𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐞

#blue eye samurai #mizu brainrot #blue eye samurai x reader #fanfic #mizu blue eye samurai #bes #i will return #wait for me #thank you #genuinely #i love women #research defense era #i can do this #i can do anything #girlbossing #will slay those panelist #wish me luck yall #ripping my hair out #alexa play shades of cool by lana del ray

[shebunie]

"why does writing take so long" because 60% of it is coming up with a sentence, realizing that sentence doesn't work the way you want it to, and staring at a wall

[shebunie]

Can you do Mizu x British fem reader? So what happens is that mizu and reader got together (romantically) when they were back at London but whens mizu done with her quest she's goes back to Japan but with the reader. Reader and mizu goes to see everyone/friends that they know and their shocked (or you can choose depending on the person/character) that Mizu brought the reader also Mizu is very protective of reader and you continue off that if you want! Also can you do some lime to? 🤭

𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝗠𝗶𝘇𝘂 𝘅 𝗕𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝘀𝗵!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝗧𝗮𝗶𝗴𝗲𝗻. 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝗶𝘁, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗴𝗴𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟮.𝟳��� 𝐀/𝐍: 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗴𝘁𝗵𝘆, 𝗜 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗲𝗻𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘁. 𝗥𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗼 𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝗼𝘆 𝘀𝗼 𝗰𝘂𝘁𝗲

"Spring is nearly at its bloom," Mizu remarked, her voice carrying a hint of nostalgia as both of you strolled through the bustling streets of Kyoto. The cherry blossoms were in full bloom, casting a delicate pink hue over the city. 

"The beauty of Kyoto in spring is truly something special," The sword wielder continued, her fingers lightly tracing the petals of cherry blossom as you passed by. "Each year, it feels like a renewal, a fresh start."

“You’ve always told me stories about its beauty but witnessing it in person, truly you did not give this sight justice with your words.” you teased the swordswoman, The air was filled with the sweet fragrance of the blossoms, and the distant sound of a shakuhachi flute added a melodic touch to the atmosphere.

Mizu giggled, her eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and affection. "Perhaps, some things are better experienced than described." She glanced at you, her hand finding yours as she led you through the vibrant streets.

As you continued your leisurely walk through the streets, the blue-eyed warrior’s thoughts seemed to drift momentarily, a subtle melancholy shadow passing across her face. The journey she had embarked on, seeking vengeance for the discrimination she had to endure, had been long and arduous. But now, with the vendetta behind her, a new chapter awaited.

"There's a place I want to take you," she said mysteriously, her eyes regaining their usual determination. As you continued your stroll, the two of you reached the outskirts of Kyoto, heading towards Kohama. Mizu's steps became more deliberate, a mixture of anticipation and a tinge of hesitation in her demeanour. 

Sandals shifted on the dirt path, eyes as vibrant as the morning sky after early morning passed and looked down to that small little house. A sense of warmth, comfort, and familiarity washed through her as both of you slowly walked down the steep hill, Mizu gently lending a hand for your safety. Eventually, you arrived at the cabin, Mizu exhaled deeply as she approached the home with her hand tightly wrapped around the strings of her hat.

“I’m sure they’d be delighted to see you back alive, Mizu” you assured her, fingers tracing along the lines of her calloused hand. She nodded, a mixture of gratitude and apprehension in her gaze. The memories of this place were both tender and bittersweet.

She need not have to practice her words. Swordfather consistently extended a warm welcome, contrary to the doubts that lingered in the recesses of her mind. Nevertheless, she couldn't shake off a peculiar sense of obligation to Ringo. 

The door to the cabin opened hastily, revealing a tall yet chubby man, head wrapped with white fabric their eyes widened in surprise and then quickly filled with joy as they saw Mizu standing there. 

“Mizu!” The large man, who unexpectedly embraced her and hoisted her off the ground, exclaimed with joy, "You're back! A-And alive!" Ringo squeezed Mizu so tightly that the pain from her healing bones and wounds shot through her, though she was relieved not to feel indebted to him anymore. She grunted in response. 

“If… you don't put me down, n- neither of us will be," she warned, gritting her teeth. Ringo chuckled heartily, finally setting Mizu down but kept his stubs on her shoulders, as if making sure she was real and not just a figment of his imagination. Mizu couldn't help but grin at his exuberance, appreciating the genuine warmth that emanated from him.

Ringo’s eyes wandered to the figure beside his master, there you stood, with a soft smile on your painted lips, eyes emitting a gentle glimmer. “You brought a girl! - A pretty girl.”

You chuckled at Ringo's enthusiastic remark, recognizing the jovial tone in his voice. Mizu shot him a playful glare, but he seemed oblivious, still beaming with joy at Mizu's return, as her hand found its way to the side of your hip, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“It seems Mizu didn’t lie about your cheerful attitude, you’re too harsh for calling him annoying.” you voiced.

Ringo's expression shifted from joy to curiosity as he shook your hand vigorously. "Well, Mizu has never been one to bring just anyone around. You must be special," he declared, his eyes gleaming with mischief. Mizu rolled her eyes, used to Ringo's playful banter.

"Special or not, just don't let him talk your ear off with his stories. You'll be begging for silence within minutes," Mizu teased, earning a mock offended gasp from Ringo.

"Hey now, my stories are legendary! People travel far and wide just to hear them," Ringo defended himself, placing a hand dramatically over his heart. Mizu and you exchanged amused glances.

"Legendary for their length, maybe," Mizu retorted, earning a laugh from Ringo. As the three of you walked together, Ringo couldn't help but throw in another comment. "So, Mizu, spill the details! Where have you two been? Any epic battles? Dramatic rescues?" he asked with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

Mizu sighed, but there was a fondness in her eyes. "We've had our fair share of adventures, but not every tale is meant to be shared, Ringo. Some things are better left unsaid."

Ringo nodded solemnly, then grinned. "Of course, a samurai never reveals its secrets.” You chuckled, realizing that Ringo's friendly personality added a lively touch to the atmosphere. Sounds of something thudding against the ground interrupted the reunion, as your gaze settled on an old man.

“Swordfather.” Mizu greeted with a sudden stiffness. 

Swordfather looked at her his brows furrowed and his lips thinned. He hummed as he simply stared for a few tense moments. Mizu blinked softly, she nodded and he exhaled deeply. “This house is getting too crowded…” He muttered in slight annoyance and Mizu couldn’t help the relief she felt as she smiled at him.

You observed the interaction, noting the subtle dynamics between Mizu and Swordfather. Despite his initial gruff demeanour, there was an undeniable connection between them, an unspoken understanding. 

Bowing respectfully, acknowledging Swordfather's presence despite his blindness. His acute hearing allowed him to perceive your gesture, and he responded with a nod in your direction. "A new face, what brings you here?" he inquired, his voice calm but carrying a certain weight that hinted at his years of experience.

Despite being blind, his movements were sure and deliberate. He relied on the sounds around him, the rustling of leaves, the distant hum of the village, and the footsteps of those around him.

You introduced yourself, explaining the circumstances that led you to Mizu during her travels in London. Swordfather listened intently, his head tilting slightly as if to better focus on the sound of your voice. "Hmmm," he mused, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. "In these troubled times, it is not uncommon for destinies to intertwine. Mizu has a habit of attracting interesting companions."

Ringo laughed, "You have no idea, Swordfather. Our friend here is not only interesting but quite skilled, too."

Swordfather's blind eyes seemed to fixate on you, or perhaps it was a mere coincidence. "Skills are valuable, but character is what truly matters. Mizu has a keen sense for both." His words carried a weight that hinted at years of wisdom and experience.

As you approached the entrance of the house, the aroma of incense and the soft murmur of the wind chimes welcomed you. Swordfather navigated the familiar surroundings with ease, relying on the sounds and textures to guide him. Mizu led him to his usual spot, a serene corner where he could listen to the world around him.

Once seated, Swordfather leaned back, exhaling slowly. "Mizu, my ears tell me you've brought more than just stories back with you. There is something else in the air, a shift in the wind." 

Mizu hesitated for a moment, exchanging a knowing glance with you, as if silently communicating something that went beyond words. She smiled, a subtle yet genuine expression that betrayed the unspoken connection between you two.

"Yes, Swordfather," she replied, her voice carrying a warmth that echoed her feelings. "I've encountered more than just tales during my travels. Fate has intertwined our paths in unexpected ways." She gestured toward you, introducing you in a manner that went beyond a mere recounting of events.

Swordfather's sightless gaze seemed to linger in your direction, as if trying to perceive something beyond the physical. "The dance of destinies," he murmured, "A connection that goes beyond the surface. Tell me, what is it that draws you to Mizu? In the realm of the heart, there are melodies that even the blind can hear."

There was a moment of vulnerability, a shared recognition of the emotions that had blossomed during your journey together. You took a breath, choosing your words carefully.

"Swordfather, in Mizu, I've found a kindred spirit," you began, your voice steady. "Our journey has been more than just an adventure. It's been a discovery of shared dreams, a dance of two souls finding harmony. There's a connection that transcends the ordinary, a bond that defies explanation."

Swordfather listened intently, his expression unchanged but a subtle nod indicating his understanding.

"In this life, sometimes the heart knows paths the mind cannot fathom," Swordfather spoke, his words resonating with a deep understanding. "Cherish this connection. For in the echoes of your hearts, you may find the strength to face the challenges ahead."

As the conversation shifted, the atmosphere in the room carried a new depth, a sense of shared understanding that went beyond the spoken word. 

Just as the poignant moment settled, the shoji doors slid open with a sudden force. The ambient peace shattered as Taigen, stood in the doorway. His eyes scanned the room until they locked onto Mizu, who had been standing quietly beside you.

"Mizu!" Taigen exclaimed, his voice cutting through the hushed atmosphere. "We have unfinished business, you and I. A duel was promised, and I've come to collect."

"You again?" 

Taigen's eyes narrowed, his focus unwavering on Mizu. "Forgive me, Swordfather. But a promise demands satisfaction. Mizu, do not deny me what is rightfully mine."

Mizu stepped forward, her hand resting on the hilt of her sword. "I have not forgotten, Taigen. But do you have to be such a pain in the ass?” Taigen scoffed, unsheathing his blade with a sharp metallic ring. 

Taigen smirked, his eyes glinting with a mixture of determination and amusement. "A promise is a promise, and I intend to keep it. Are you ready to face the consequences of your words?"

You could feel the tension in the room rising, the air thick with anticipation. Mizu's lips curled into a sly grin. "Consequences? You make it sound like I'm about to face the wrath of the gods. It's just a friendly duel, isn't it?" Taigen chuckled, a low, throaty sound that echoed in the room. 

"Perhaps you've forgotten the sting of defeat. I'm here to remind you."

As the two wielders squared off, you couldn't help but sense the undercurrent of rivalry that went beyond the boundaries of a simple duel. Mizu and Taigen circled each other like predators in a dance, their blades gleaming in the soft light filtering through the shoji doors.

Unbeknownst to you, Mizu's usually composed demeanour was cracking under the pressure of Taigen's persistent comments, about you. Her eyes darted between him and you, an unreadable emotion flickering in their depths. It was then that Taigen, with a mischievous glint in his eye, decided to turn the tables.

"Ah," he said with a smirk, "I can't help but wonder if your heart is in this duel or if it's distracted by other matters." He shot a quick glance in your direction, his eyes locking onto yours for a moment too long. Mizu's face betrayed a hint of annoyance, her jaw clenched. 

"Focus on the duel, Taigen. I have no time for your theatrics."

But Taigen was relentless. As the clash of steel filled the room, he continued his banter. "I gotta admit, I didn't expect to find such captivating company here. Maybe there's more to this journey than meets the eye."

You could see Mizu's grip on her sword tighten, a flash of irritation crossing her features. It seemed Taigen's words were getting under her skin. The duel became not only a test of skill but also a battleground for unspoken emotions. 

Finally, with a swift move, Mizu disarmed Taigen and held her sword at his throat. The room fell into an uneasy silence, broken only by the heavy breaths of the combatants.

"Poor technique, easily learned," Mizu declared, her gaze cold. "Easily defeated."

As Mizu withdrew, she shot you a glance that carried a mix of frustration and something else— that lingered in the air. As Taigen retreated, she turned her attention back to you. The tension in the room lingered, thick like the scent of cherry blossoms on a cool breeze. The air crackled with unspoken words, and you could almost taste the lingering traces of the duel's emotional undertones.

As the shoji doors slid open, revealing the tranquil garden outside, Mizu stepped into the moonlit night. You followed suit, the night embraced them like a cloak, shadows dancing on their faces as they exchanged a few terse words.

"You're always so serious, Mizu," You teased, tone light as your hand reached to grasp her shoulder, tracing light patterns.

She turned to face you, her gaze softening under the moonlight. "I have to be serious. The world is not always forgiving." A hint of vulnerability peeked through the facade she usually wore. The tension from the duel seemed to linger, but now it was a different kind of tension—an electric charge that pulsed between you.

"Maybe," you said, stepping into the small distance between you, fingers gently tracing the line of her jaw, "but there's more to life than just battles and strife. Sometimes, it's about the moments we allow ourselves to savour."

The garden around you seemed to hold its breath, the only sound being the gentle rustle of leaves and the distant chirping of crickets. Mizu's gaze dropped for a moment before rising again, a hint of something more profound in her eyes.

"Sometimes, though, I wonder if there's room for a different kind of seriousness in my life," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

The air became charged with an unexpected intimacy, and you found yourself drawn closer to Mizu. The scent of cherry blossoms intensified, wrapping around both of you like a delicate perfume. The moon illuminated her features, casting a soft glow that accentuated the vulnerability she rarely revealed.

"Perhaps there is," you murmured, your fingers gently tracing a strand of her hair. The tension in the air shifted from the remnants of the duel to an unspoken connection, an energy that pulsed between you.

Mizu's gaze locked onto yours, and in that moment, the world outside the garden seemed to fade away. The boundaries between, and the night became a canvas for something more profound. Without another word, she leaned in, and the touch of her lips against yours carried the weight of a thousand unspoken feelings.

Your lips, soft and familiar, sent a surge of warmth through her entire being. With every passing second, her breath grew more strained, muscles tensing in anticipation of your touch. Yielding to the magnetic pull between you, you allowed yourself to sink deeper into her embrace, the world outside fading away.

As her hands flattened against your spine, an electric current seemed to dance along her skin. Your hand, like a gentle breeze, found the curve of Mizu's neck, fingers starting a sensuous dance, caressing the delicate contours beneath. With each tender touch, a sigh of pleasure escaped her lips, intermingling with the shared breath of the moment.

Kissing her back, your lips traced a path of desire, leaving an indelible mark on the canvas of passion. The sensation of your fingers on her neck sent shivers down her spine, and a subtle smile played upon her lips, a silent acknowledgement of the intimate connection forged in that tender embrace.

A momentary pause lingered as the kiss continued, a shared symphony of desire. As you pulled away slightly, her gaze, infused with a delicate lightness, met yours. The air between you crackled with the unspoken, silent language of longing. Her breath, a soft melody, hung in the air, a testament to the lingering sensuality that bound you together.

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[shebunie]

𝐁𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬

𝗠𝗶𝘇𝘂 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝗶𝗻𝗷𝘂𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗶𝘇𝘂, 𝗰𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝗗: 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟮.𝟭𝗸 𝐀/𝐍: 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀

"I pray for the day you’d finally choose someone else to treat you. "

The man's eyes lingered on you for a while, he let out a sigh and took a seat on a rock by the river’s shore facing you. A grunt came out of his pale lips from the sting of his wound, breath wavering "Shouldn’t you be doing the opposite? You would go out of business without me." 

You stood there, contemplating. Whether to help this man or not, he seemed capable enough but the wound seemed to look like it needed stitches. Without a word, you neared the swordsman with careful steps. Pulling out your handkerchief from your kimono, dipping it in the warm waters of the lake, squeezing out excess water as you kneeled beside him.

"May I?" head tilting up to look at him to which you noticed more details about the samurais' appearance. An angular yet soft face, straight brows, and heart-shaped lips. The swordsman hummed turning his head away from you and his wounded shoulder. Slender yet calloused fingers grasped the hem of his yukata and slid it off of one side.

The air around you felt heavy with unspoken words, and as you worked on his injury, you couldn't help but wonder about the man in front of you. How did he end up like this? What battles had he fought, and what demons was he running from? But those questions lingered in the back of your mind, overshadowed by the more immediate task at hand.

“We’ve been crossing paths quite too coincidently, and I must ask, where you are headed?”

Silently grimacing at the sight. With hesitation, you carefully tried to dab the cloth around the wound. The swordsman flinched instantly and went to constrict your frail hand from disinfecting the gash, the other squeezing the side of your hip in an attempt to push you back "Aghh!" he seethed, licking his chapped lips, glaring at you.

"I'm sorry that was not meant to hurt."

You pulled your hand away, maintaining a composed expression despite the sharp pain in your hand. His grip loosened on your hip, and you resumed cleaning the wound, this time with even more caution. The tension in the air lingered as you worked, the only sound being the soft lapping of the river against the rocks.

"Your apology doesn't mend my wound," he muttered through gritted teeth. "But I appreciate the effort."

You continued your task, skillfully cleaning the wound and examining it closely. The gash was deep, and stitches were indeed necessary. You glanced at the swordsman who had been observing the entire scene with a mixture of curiosity and concern.

Their gaze remained fixed on the horizon, his eyes clouded with a distant intensity. "I'm headed to fill a vow," he finally replied, his voice carrying a weight that mirrored the burdens etched into his features. "A man that I’ve sworn to kill."

Your hands paused in their ministrations, the gravity of his words settling over the scene like a sudden storm. The air grew thicker, and the gentle rustle of leaves seemed to hold its breath. You met his gaze once more, the flicker of the river reflecting the turmoil within his eyes.

"A vow to kill?" you echoed, the words hanging in the air, heavy and pregnant with the weight of untold stories. The swordsman's jaw tightened, a subtle nod confirming the gravity of his quest. "He's taken everything from me," he continued, his voice low, a storm of emotions hidden beneath the calm facade.

The river's current seemed to echo the turbulence within his soul, a silent witness to the pain that fueled his journey. In that moment, understanding evolved into a dance with the shadows of his past.

"Vows can be shackles," you mused, breaking the silence that stretched between you. "But they can also be the flame that guides you through the darkest nights." The swordsman's gaze flickered, a subtle acknowledgement of the truth embedded in your words. The river murmured in agreement, its rhythmic flow a backdrop to the shared understanding that wove its threads through the night.

The revelation hung in the air like the heavy mist rising from the river, a revelation that shifted the atmosphere between you. The weight of your words settled over the landscape, casting a shadow that stretched across the rocks and water, intertwining with the encroaching darkness of the night.

"What drives a person to such extremes?" Eyes met his, searching for the story etched in the lines of his face.

The wielder's gaze held yours, a mixture of determination and a weariness that seemed to transcend time. "Betrayal," he spoke, voice a low murmur, as if revealing a secret that had long been guarded. "A betrayal that carved scars into my soul. I made a promise."

The revelation echoed in the quiet night, the river's soft lapping against the shore forming a backdrop to the swordsman's tale. His wounds, physical and otherwise, became more apparent in the dimming light. As you absorbed his story, a realization dawned - his journey was not merely one of aimless wandering, but a quest fueled by a profound purpose.

The silence that followed was pregnant with unspoken empathy. You contemplated the weight of his words, the burden he carried, and the path he had chosen. The makeshift bandage you had prepped seemed insufficient, not just for the gash on his shoulder, but for the wounds that lay hidden beneath the surface.

"Why carry this burden alone?" you questioned, your words soft but earnest. "There's strength in shared struggles, in the companionship of those who understand."

The swordsman's brows furrowed, as their eyes flickered a vulnerability surfacing once again. For a moment, it seemed as though the walls he had built around himself wavered, allowing a glimpse of the person beneath the stoic exterior. "I've walked this path for so long," he admitted, "that it became easier to carry the weight alone."

You listened in silence, the stillness of the night amplifying the weight of his story. You gently placed a hand on his uninjured shoulder, offering a wordless gesture of understanding. The swordsman's gaze shifted from the horizon to you.

"Why are you helping me?" he asked, a note of vulnerability cutting through the layers of his stoic demeanour. "I've walked this path on my own accord, but tonight, you chose to ease my burden. Why?"

Eyes holding a quiet resolve. "Because vengeance can consume the soul, and sometimes, a moment of respite is needed," you replied, words carrying wisdom that transcended the simplicity of their arrangement.

Your gaze met his briefly before returning to your work. "I may pray for you to find someone else to treat you, but that doesn't mean I'd leave a man to bleed out."

The swordsman chuckled, wincing as the movement pulled at his injured shoulder. "Quite the contradiction, aren't you?"

"I prefer to think of it as balance," you replied, finally satisfied with the wound's cleanliness. "Now, let's get those stitches in place, and wrap it up."

Without a word, you resumed your task, the man watched as you skillfully threaded the needle, your hands steady despite the tension in the air. While you worked, the swordsman winced occasionally, but he didn't protest. His wound now carries a weighty significance. Once the last stitch was in place, you leaned back, wiping your hands on the damp handkerchief. 

The swordsman flexed his shoulder experimentally, a hint of relief crossing his face. After wrapping the makeshift bandage on his injury. Each fold of the fabric became a silent promise, a pledge to stand beside him in the face of the darkness that clung to his every step. The night deepened, and the stars overhead bore witness to the quiet exchange unfolding between you.

"Balance," the swordsman mused, his gaze drifting towards the stars as if seeking answers in their distant glimmer. "A rare concept in a world that often feels tipped towards chaos."

You nodded, your eyes following his to the celestial tapestry above. "Sometimes, balance is found in unexpected alliances and moments of kindness," you remarked, the rustling leaves and the distant hoot of an owl providing a natural backdrop to your words.

The swordsman's gaze lingered, contemplating the truth in your words. It was a truth he had seldom encountered on his solitary journey of vengeance—a journey marked by blood, betrayal, and a relentless pursuit of satisfaction.

"You're not like most people I've met," he confessed, his eyes returning to you, seeking a glimpse into the enigma you presented. "Most would either turn away or try to exploit my vulnerabilities."

A small smile touched your lips, the moonlight catching the subtle curve. "Perhaps, I see something beyond the surface. We all carry wounds, visible or not. Sometimes, a shared burden makes the journey a little less lonely."

The swordsman's gaze held yours, a silent acknowledgement passing between you. The night, now draped in a velvety darkness, seemed to hold its breath as the unspoken connection deepened.

"Thank you," the swordsman said, gratitude layered in his voice like the petals of a blooming flower. "I didn't expect to find this on my path."

With a hum and quiet understanding. "Paths have a way of converging when least expected. Perhaps, this encounter is a reminder that even in the pursuit of vengeance, there's room for compassion and shared moments of relief."

The night pressed on, and the river's gentle murmur accompanied the shared silence between you two. Companionship, ignited by a chance encounter by the river, continued to glow, casting a comforting light on the uncertain road ahead. The swordsman, his wound tended to and burdens shared, found himself tethered to a presence that promised more than mere stitches—it promised a companion on the winding journey that lay ahead.

You looked up at Mizu with a playful glint in your eyes. "Well, now that I've saved your life and mended your wounds, I suppose you owe me a favour or two."

Mizu raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips despite the lingering soreness in his shoulder. "Oh, is that how it works? I didn't realize healing came with a price." The sword wielder chuckled, a hint of warmth softening his stoic features. "I suppose I do. A debt of gratitude, and a pair of nimble hands with a needle."

"Ah, yes, the nimble hands that saved you from bleeding out. Quite the valuable asset, wouldn't you say?" you retorted, a playful smirk gracing your lips. Mizu's gaze met yours, a spark of amusement in his eyes. 

"A healer with such a sharp tongue. It's a rare combination."

"Well, one must keep things interesting, especially when dealing with brooding swordsmen on a quest for vengeance," you replied, feigning an air of nonchalance.

The tension from earlier dissipated like morning mist. "I suppose I should be grateful for the unexpected twists on this journey."

"Gratitude suits you. Perhaps it will become a regular companion on your quest," you quipped, a playful glimmer in your eyes.

Mizu raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "So you say? I'll have to get used to it, then."

You chuckled, the sound echoing in the quiet night. "Consider it a down payment for future rescues. Who knows when you'll need another skilled healer by your side?" Leaning back on the rock, his gaze meeting yours. “Fair enough. But I hope your future rescues involve less blood and more pleasant conversations.”

You grinned, the moonlight catching the mischievous glint in your eyes. "I cannot promise that maybe just some casual chatter and tea." Mizu scoffed, the tension of the night dissipating in the warmth of the moment. "Tea sounds good. I could use a break from the constant clash of swords and the sting of wounds."

As the night embraced its darkest hours, a playful smirk graced your lips. "Trouble seems to have a way of finding you. Maybe it's time you start offering it some tea instead of drawing your sword."

"Tea might perhaps be the key to resolving conflicts. A cup of tea and a good conversation."

"Who knows," you replied, a mischievous glint in your eyes. "Maybe you'll find your sworn enemy sipping tea at a local tea house, and you can settle your differences over a matcha ceremony instead of a duel." 

The swordsman shook his head, a smile playing on his lips. "A novel approach, but I doubt my sworn enemy has a taste for tea."

"Well, then," you said, rising from your spot by the river. "We'll just have to introduce him to the finer things in life. A well-brewed tea might just be the key to unlocking a truce."

Mizu followed suit, the night now alive with the shared promise of an unexpected encounter. The moonlit path ahead seemed less daunting, and the weight of vows and vendettas felt momentarily lifted. 

And maybe that tea ceremony would come sooner than expected.

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Do you think you could write about mizu x reader being a belly dancer, how do you think she'd react when her traveling friend starts belly dancing to some music or something-?

𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐥

𝗠𝗶𝘇𝘂 𝘅 𝗕𝗲𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗗𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗿!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘄𝗵𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗺𝗶𝘇𝘂 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟭.𝟭𝗸 𝐀/𝐍: 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁, 𝗜'𝗹𝗹 𝗱𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴─

“This is not helping,” Mizu mumbled while adjusting her cap, following the cheers and applause of a forming crowd not far from her. The narrow, bustling streets were filled with the lively sounds of market vendors haggling, the tantalizing aroma of spices, and the enchanting melodies of street musicians. 

The swordswoman couldn't help but feel a twinge of frustration as she surveyed the scene. Mizu's wandering feet led her to a bustling square where a spirited atmosphere promised entertainment of all kinds. The crowd had gathered around a makeshift stage, and curiosity sparked in Mizu's eyes as she edged closer to see what the commotion was about.

As she maneuvered through the sea of people, the rhythm of enticing music filled the air. Mizu's sharp instincts honed in on a familiar beat—the intoxicating melody of dancing. The crowd erupted in cheers, and Mizu couldn't resist the pull of the performance unfolding before her.

On the stage, a mysterious figure gracefully swayed and twirled, casting a spell on the onlookers with every sinuous movement. The dancer's attire shimmered in the sunlight, adorned with intricate embellishments that caught and reflected the vibrant colours of the surroundings. Mizu couldn't help but be captivated by the mesmerizing display. 

Much to the woman's surprise, the mysterious dancer turned out to be none other than you. Realization hit her like a sudden gust of wind. It was you, donned in that attire of vibrant silk, with gems that cascade down your arms as it draped across those hips that clung to your form, accentuating the graceful arcs of movements. The tinkling sound of delicate bells attached to their clothing harmonized with the rhythmic beat of the music, creating a symphony that echoed through the marketplace.

Her travelling companion had somehow managed to gather an impromptu audience. Mizu's eyes widened as she observed your fluid movements. How their hips swayed, hands tracing intricate patterns in the air, and their whole body seemed to speak a language of its own. The crowd, initially drawn by the music, quickly shifted their attention to the captivating performance unfolding before them.

For a moment, Mizu forgot her annoyance and found herself mesmerized by your newfound skill. Your dance was a mesmerizing spectacle, and the rhythmic undulations seemed to cast a spell over the gathering crowd. The coins tossed into the makeshift hat at their feet served as a testament to the crowd's appreciation.

Caught in the hypnotic sway of the dancer's movements, Mizu couldn't help but appreciate the artistry. However, the stoic demeanour remained intact. Unbeknownst to her, a mischievous glint sparkled in the eyes of her companion, you who had been sharing the path to revenge for some time.

Seizing the opportunity to break through the sword wielder’s composed exterior, with a grin you gestured towards the makeshift dance floor. "Come on, Mizu! Join me!" Such infectious enthusiasm contrasts with Mizu's restrained demeanour.

Mizu's initial reaction was a raised eyebrow and a hesitant shake of her head, but you persisted, adding a teasing twirl to their dance. The crowd cheered, encouraging Mizu to let loose. She scoffed at the suggestion, her attention fixed on the performance before her. "I’m not much of a dancer," she replied, her voice carrying a hint of aloofness.

Dancing was not her forte, and she had always been more comfortable with a sword in hand than moving to the rhythm of music. But as the crowd's enthusiasm grew, and you continued to dance with uninhibited joy, Mizu felt a flicker of something within her—a spark of curiosity. 

You approached her with a twirl, "It's more fun when you join in," a whisper to her ear, you slyly intertwined your hands together, and you felt her stiffen. Caressing her face with a free hand, it seemed as if the market square seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in the centre of the world. There was a subtle softness in your gaze, a silent invitation to step out of her comfort zone.

“I’ll guide you through it.”

After a moment of contemplation, Mizu sighed, realizing that resisting your infectious energy was a futile endeavour. With a reluctant smile, she gave your hand a gentle squeeze, and you pulled her into the dance. The crowd erupted in cheers as Mizu tentatively moved to the music, her movements initially rigid but gradually becoming more fluid.

As the two of you danced together, Mizu's initial discomfort melted away. She started to enjoy the experience, feeling the freedom that came with letting go of her usual stoic demeanour. The composed woman found herself smiling genuinely, revelling in the unexpected joy of the moment. The dance continued, weaving a story of a blossoming relationship, adventure, and the magic that happens when one lets go of inhibitions.

As the music reached its crescendo, concluding their performance with a graceful bow. The crowd erupted in applause. Both panting slightly from the exertion, a triumphant grin plastered on your face.

"How was that?" you asked, eyes gleaming with excitement.

Mizu chuckled, genuinely impressed. "Well, that was certainly… different."

You beamed at her response, earlier worries about entertaining the crowd dissipating like morning mist. The sun's golden rays painted the sky in hues of orange and pink, creating a breathtaking canvas that stretched across the horizon. Having successfully navigated the lively market, found a quiet corner bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun. The distant sounds of the crowd blended into a gentle hum as they settled into a moment of tranquillity.

"You were amazing out there, Mizu," you praised, a genuine smile gracing your face. "Who knew you had such hidden talents?"

Mizu smirked, a rare display of satisfaction crossing her features. "I suppose there's more to me than meets the eye. But don't get used to it; I don't plan on making a habit out of dancing in public."

You chuckled, acknowledging her reserved nature. "Fair enough. But I'm glad you joined in. It added a bit of charm to the day."

As the sun continued its descent, the market square transformed into a mosaic of warm lights and shadows. Street vendors lit lanterns, creating a winsome ambience that enveloped the surroundings. Strolling through the narrow pathways, exploring the enchanting stalls that offered an array of exotic wares.

They shared laughter and stories, creating memories that would linger in their hearts long after the journey's end. Mizu, known for her stoicism and unwavering focus on the mission at hand, found herself enjoying the simple pleasures of the moment. The infectious spirit of you had a way of breaking through her walls, and for a fleeting moment, Mizu welcomed the respite.

As the night wore on, Mizu and you, sated and content, made their way back to their lodgings. The market square, now quieter, still echoed with the distant melody of music and the memories of a warrior's dance. Little did they know that their paths, intertwined by chance and connection, would continue to unfold with each step of their voyage.

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─── 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

─── 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐄𝐲𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐢 𝐎𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠'𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐰

𝗦𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: 𝗔𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗰𝘂𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗻𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝘂𝗿𝗮𝗶 𝗠𝗶𝘇𝘂 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗹𝘁𝗵, 𝗮 𝗯𝗼𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝘄𝗼.

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭?

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭? 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐

𝗦𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: 𝗥𝗲𝘂𝗻𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝘂𝗻𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗼𝗹𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝗲𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮 𝘃𝗼𝘄 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗲, 𝗮 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘂𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗹𝗱𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗮 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝘂𝗿𝗮𝗶 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗳𝗹𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀, 𝗯𝗹𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗲𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝘁𝘂𝗺𝘂𝗹𝘁𝘂𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘁.

𝐁𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬

𝗦𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: 𝗔𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀𝗺𝗮𝗻'𝘀 𝗷𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗲𝘆 𝘂𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗹𝗱𝘀, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝘀 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗮 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗹𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝗼𝗳 𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲.

─── 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐄𝐲𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐢 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬

𝗦𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: 𝗕𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘃𝘂𝗹𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗯𝗶𝗹𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮 𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗲, 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗮 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘁𝘀, 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗮 𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗺𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗼𝗻𝗹𝗶𝘁 𝘀𝗸𝘆.

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞

𝗦𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: 𝗗𝗲𝗳𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗼𝗰𝗶𝗲𝘁𝗮𝗹 𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗺𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝘂𝗿𝗮𝗶, 𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲, 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗼𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘃𝘂𝗹𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗯𝗶𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗼𝗿.

𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝗦𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: 𝗜𝗻 𝗮 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗺𝗼𝘀𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗮𝗹𝘀 𝗮 𝗱𝗲𝗲𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘅 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗮𝗹𝗿𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝗲𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲𝗳𝗶𝗲𝗹𝗱 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗱𝗿𝗼𝗽 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝗮𝘀 𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗮 𝘃𝗼𝗶𝗰𝗲.

𝐀 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞

𝗦𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: 𝗔𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗻𝗼𝘄𝘆 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗵 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗸𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘃𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗴𝗲, 𝗮 𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗮𝗹 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗷𝗼𝘆, 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗱𝘀 𝗮 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘄𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗶𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗷𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗲𝘆 𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘂𝗻𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗰.

𝐒𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

𝗦𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘃𝘂𝗹𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗯𝗶𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗴𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗮𝗽 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗹𝘀. 𝗠𝗶𝘇𝘂 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗻 𝘂𝗻𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗯𝗲𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝘂𝘀𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀.

𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐥

𝗦𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: 𝗔 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝗮 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗶𝗲𝘀, 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘂𝗻𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗷𝗼𝘆, 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗷𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗲𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳-𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆.

𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝗦𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: 𝗜𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗞𝘆𝗼𝘁𝗼, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗶𝘇𝘂 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗵𝗼𝘀𝘁𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗠𝗶𝘇𝘂'𝘀 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘁.

𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭

𝗦𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: 𝗧𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗰𝘂𝗹𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀, 𝗮𝘀 𝗠𝗶𝘇𝘂 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗹, 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗮 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗲𝘅𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴.

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬

𝗦𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: 𝗣𝘂𝘀𝘀𝘆 𝗱𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗸 𝗠𝗶𝘇𝘂?

𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬

𝗦𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: 𝗠𝗶𝘇𝘂, 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝘀 𝗮𝗻 𝘂𝗻𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗻𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗴𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗱𝗼𝘄𝘀, 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗸 𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗲, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘂𝗻𝗿𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗯 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘀, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝘀.

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[shebunie]

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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[shebunie]

hi! heard you're taking requests for mizu... if you're able to, I'd love to see mizu with a y/n that gets super flustered around her! like, she just stutters and fumbles over her words, her face getting all red just because mizu may have looked at her a certain way. she's bad at hiding her obvious crush, but mizu finds it endearing, even cute! she allows herself to be a bit of a tease to y/n, knowing she'll get super red! your fics are super cute, I'd love to see how you'd portray this dynamic!

𝐀 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞

𝗠𝗶𝘇𝘂 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳, 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲, 𝗮 𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗵𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗩𝗜𝗟𝗘 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁 𝗳𝗶𝗰 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟭𝗸 𝐀/𝐍: 𝗜 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝗜 𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗮𝗽𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹!

In the quaint village nestled amidst the serene snow-covered landscape of Mihonoseki, a delicate dance unfolded in the chilly air, unseen but felt by those caught in its subtle web. Amongst the bustling streets and traditional wooden structures, Mizu, a captivating figure with a mischievous glint in her eyes, held a certain fascination for one in particular—you.

The snowy month painted the village a monochrome masterpiece, the soft flakes of snowfall transforming everything into a serene dreamscape. Mizu, with her flowing dark hair and piercing eyes that mirrored the deep winter night, seemed to effortlessly command attention wherever she went. It was not pleasant.

You, however, found yourself ensnared by more than just the beauty of the season.

One chilly afternoon, as the village bustled with activity, a festival was underway, bringing together children and adults alike to wish for a better year. Hanging their desires, wants, and wishes on a tree was a cherished tradition.

The village was filled with joyous chatter, and laughing children created a symphony of happiness. Various stalls displayed an array of food and trinkets that had you in awe. However, amidst the vibrant festivities, you failed to notice the lingering stare of someone.

“Such a pretty hair jewel! Did you make them?” You asked the owner of a stall, gently picking up a delicate hairpin with their hands.

The stall owner, an elderly woman with a warm smile, nodded and began sharing the story behind each meticulously crafted piece. As you listened intently, a shadow fell over the scene. Mizu had silently approached, her eyes fixated on the interaction between you and the stall owner.

Unbeknownst to you, Mizu had been observing from afar, her curiosity piqued by the genuine interest you displayed in the artisan's work. The mischievous glint in Mizu's eyes intensified as she silently decided to join the conversation.

“Ah, those are exquisite pieces indeed,” Mizu chimed in, her voice like a soft breeze carrying a hint of mystery. You turned, startled by her sudden presence.

Mizu continued, her gaze locked with yours, "I couldn't help but notice your keen eye for beauty. Perhaps," Mizu's eyes sparkled, and with a sly grin, she plucked a delicate snowflake-shaped hairpin from the display.

"This one," she declared, seemingly confident in her choice. "It's like a piece of winter captured in silver and crystals."

With a quick motion, she gracefully slid the hairpin into your hair, her fingers brushing against your locks. The touch sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn't help but meet her gaze, finding a world of mystery in those deep, piercing eyes.

"It suits you."

The festival's joyful ambience seemed to fade, leaving only the two of them in a suspended moment, like snowflakes frozen in midair. The sword wielder’s action caught you off guard, face burst into a flushed tone, you froze. Struggling to voice out a reply.

Grinning at your baffled state she leaned in, beside your ear her voice a soft whisper only you could hear over the festive clamour. 

"You look beautiful." 

You could feel the weight of Mizu's words hanging in the air, the roughness of her voice adding to the enchantment of the moment. The festival's vibrant colours and cheerful sounds dimmed as the atmosphere between the two of you intensified. The delicate snowflake hairpin glistened in your hair, catching the soft glow of the surrounding lanterns.

The flush of warmth spread across your cheeks worsen, you spoke in stammers as Mizu pulled away, her sly grin turning into a gentle smile.

"Than– Thank you, Mizu. You didn't have to buy this for, me." You gazed down at your hands, fiddeling with the digits to keep you distracted from the womans close proximity.

The festival noises gradually seeped back into your awareness, but Mizu's presence remained magnetic. She slyly grabbed a hold of your hand as the other was placed behind the small of your back, gesturing towards the lively stalls and the swirling dancers with a tilt of her head, "Shall we explore the festival together? There's so much more to see, and I'd love your company."

Her invitation hung in the air like a promise of further adventures. With a nod, too stunned to utter a word, you found yourself drawn into the flow of the festival by Mizu's side. The vibrant lights, the tantalizing aroma of festival treats, and the lively music enveloped you both as you meandered through the bustling crowd.

Every now and then, your eyes would meet, which you’d avoid in embarrassment, gaze now fixated on the snow-covered path. Mizu couldn't help but be amused by your bashful demeanour. Her laughter, like wind chimes on a crisp winter day, rang through the air. "You're charmingly shy," she remarked, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint. 

"For whatever reason you think it is– stop, stop teasing!”

Mizu's giggle, like a playful melody, filled the air. She leaned back, her gaze meeting yours with a glint of amusement. "Teasing? Me?" she said, feigning innocence, but her eyes betrayed a subtle mischief. "Perhaps a little."

Your playful retort, breaking through the lingering shyness. "You are oddly playful, and I'm getting concerned. Bring my Mizu back." With a turn of your head, facing away from the woman with crossed arms while you huffed.

Her sly grin persisted but now softened with a touch of sincerity. "I can't help but indulge in a bit of fun, especially when your emotions are so effortlessly displayed on your face."

Your heart skipped a beat as Mizu's fingers gently guided your chin, redirecting your gaze to meet hers. The warmth in her eyes seemed to deepen, capturing a sincerity that echoed in her words. The festival's enchantment, once a mere backdrop, now felt like a cocoon enveloping the two of you in a world of shared secrets.

A playful smile played on Mizu's lips as she continued, her voice a whispered melody in the winter night. "There she is," she breathed, as if uncovering a hidden treasure. "You look so endearing right now, how could your Mizu not resist?"

The compliment lingered in the air, creating a moment suspended in time. The festival's vibrant energy seemed to ebb away, leaving only the soft glow of lanterns and the gentle fall of snowflakes. It was as if the world had paused, allowing the connection between you and Mizu to deepen.

Mizu's hand, still cradling your chin, traced a delicate path down, along the veins of your neck, the dip of your collarbone, till she reached the smooth supple skin of your hand, where her fingers interlocked with yours. The touch was tender, a silent promise woven into the fabric of the winter night. As you sat side by side, the festival transformed into a canvas for a shared story, each moment etched with the magic of the unexpected.

The night beckoned with a sense of wonder and anticipation, and Mizu, with a glance filled with unspoken promises, suggested, "Shall we continue our exploration of this enchanting night? There's still so much more to discover, and I'd like nothing more than to have you by my side."

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[shebunie]

could you pretty pleaseeee do mizu x female reader with enemies ? to lovers trope where they both have feelings for each other but refuse to say anything and it only makes them more snarky and sarcastic to each other until one day they fight over something serious like one of them almost dying and they end up having STEAMY LESBIAN SEX YEH! skin to skin contact, no strap, maybe ✂️✂️ and oral sex, yknow the good stuff ✋😌😌 💗 AND A LOVE CONFESSION IN THE MIX yuh

𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝗠𝗶𝘇𝘂 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝟭𝟴+, 𝗻𝘀𝗳𝘄, 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁, 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗱𝗲𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸, 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗲𝗱𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗯𝗲𝗴𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀, 𝘀𝗽𝗶𝘁, 𝗵𝗲𝗵𝗲 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟯.𝟭𝗸 𝐀/𝐍: 𝗪𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝘃𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀, 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀 𝘂𝘀 𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗻? 𝗨𝗽𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝘂𝘇 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿

“I don’t want to kill you but get in my way again and I just might have to.”

The air in the woods crackled with tension as Mizu and you faced each other, sparring like bitter rivals. The two of you had always shared a complicated dynamic, a mix of camaraderie and competition that danced on the edge of something deeper. Unspoken feelings lingered beneath the surface, but neither of you dared to breach the uncharted territory.

Mizu scowled at you, his cerulean eyes narrowing as he clenched his fists. The airship's hum seemed to echo the strained silence between you two, both unwilling to break the facade of animosity that had become a comfortable shield.

"I'd like to see you try," you retorted, your voice dripping with sarcasm as you squared your shoulders. Whenever things would go south, as usual, the blame would be tossed like a hot potato between you and Mizu. The underlying truth, however, was that neither of you could deny the growing attraction that had been steadily gnawing at the edges of your mutual disdain.

The two of you had danced around your feelings for months, exchanging barbs and snide remarks like it was second nature. It was a dangerous game, a slow burn that threatened to combust at any given moment. The constant push and pull only intensified the connection, creating a magnetic force neither of you could escape.

In the midst of a heated argument over a failed operation, Mizu's eyes flickered with something more than anger. It was a desperate plea, a silent admission that resonated deep within your soul. Yet, pride and fear held your tongues captive. Neither of you dared to confess the truth, instead opting for the safety of hostility.

The breaking point came sooner than expected. On a mission to extract crucial information, you found yourselves outnumbered. Adrenaline coursed through your veins as you fought side by side, a seamless synchronization that spoke volumes about the unspoken connection between you two.

Then, it happened. A sudden explosion rocked the foundation beneath you, sending you sprawling to the ground. Mizu's strong arms wrapped around you instinctively, shielding you from the debris. The world blurred for a moment, and in that chaotic silence, the realization struck both of you like lightning.

"Are you hurt," Mizu whispered, his voice betraying the fear he had long buried beneath the layers of animosity. His fingers grazed your cheek, the touch sending shivers down your spine.

You looked up at him, eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and vulnerability. The pretense shattered, leaving only the raw truth between you. The air crackled with unspoken words, heavy with the weight of what could have been lost.

“You fool- would it kill you to be careful so I don’t have to worry about your safety all the time?” Mizu voiced, his words hanging in the air. This time, however, there was no malice, only a quiet plea for honesty.

The gravity of the moment enveloped you both, and without thinking, you reached up, cupping Mizu's face in your hands. The distance between your lips closed slowly, a magnetic pull that neither of you could resist any longer. The kiss was a silent confession, a culmination of months of pent-up emotions.

When you pulled away, breathless and wide-eyed, Mizu's forehead rested against yours. "I still hate you," you admitted, voice rough with sincerity, heart laid bare.

The unspoken tension had finally found a voice, and the weight that lifted from both your shoulders was palpable. The battlefield, once a backdrop for conflict, now witnessed the birth of a connection that transcended the boundaries of rivalry.

As the dust settled and the echoes of the mission's chaos faded, Mizu's fingers interlaced with yours, the contact electrifying. "Don't push it. I just... tolerate you now.," Mizu murmured, his lips brushing against yours.

Angling the tilt of your head precisely, like a master tuning the strings of her instrument. You froze as he placed the tip of his sheathed katana to your chin, lifting your face to his, “you really aren’t making this any easier.” His voice raspy as he ran his hand up your supple leg and gave your rear a firm squeeze, his cold hand making you yelp. Sliding his knee between your thighs and nudged them apart.

Mizu bent to your need. She loved it when she took control like this, craved how you without warning would sometimes just need to have her way with you. It turned her on so fucking much to be wanted like that.

Your lips parted and he sucked hungrily on the pink tongue that sank into his mouth. Lost in control and kissing savagely. Mouths moved together in perfect union. So familiar with one another's bodies and needs that it was like connecting the pieces of a puzzle.

You moan softly as you feel Mizu's body pressed against yours. Snaking your arms around him tightly, pulling him closer to you. You deepen the kiss, exploring every corner of Mizu's mouth with your tongue. Running a hand through his hair, feeling its silky texture under dainty fingers. Breaking the kiss for a moment, looking deeply into Mizu's eyes. 

“Open your mouth for me” The feeling of his calloused thumb swiped across your bottom lip. He’s got that grin on his face while the other hand moved strands of hair away from your face. How his fingers lingered on your mouth, you obeyed. The feel of your lips wrapped around his long digits, sucking in air sharply. 

“That’s it, just like that.” His actions made you a drooling mess, pressing on your tongue. The gagging sounds filled his ear as he could feel you struggling. 

Mizu pulled his fingers out of your filthy mouth with a pop, agile fingers moved down to your trembling belly and began to slowly undress you. A gasp left your painted lips as he leaned down to lay light kisses from your jaw down to your exposed chest, biting and kissing the flesh roughly. 

Grabbing the back of your knee, he spread your legs apart exposing your soaking wet cunt. Running their middle finger through your folds, you whimpered. Spreading those lips wide and spat on it, circling your clit with their thumb.

The sudden sensation made you buck your hips against them as your hand went to grasp their shoulder. He continued to play with your sensitive nub, eliciting a strange tingling feeling in the pit of your stomach, which made you gasp. Throwing your head back, you let out a breathy moan as you beg them to quicken, even going far as to grind your hips to his fingers, anything just to let him continue stimulating your clit.

His breath quickened, as his gaze fixated on you with an intense hunger. "I-I'm gonna..." Your eyes rolled back, desperately reaching for that moment of ecstasy. However, just as you were about to reach the peak, he withdrew his touch. A cry of frustration escaped you, "Wha– No, please..." 

With a mischievous chuckle, he noticed the subtle shift in your body and leaned in, whispering in your ear, "You know, eager ones like you need to learn some patience. You won't get what you want unless you ask for it properly. So, unless you can show me some manners, I'm not letting you cum." A soft whimper escaped your lips as he tugged at your hair, asserting his dominance.

He playfully nibbled on your earlobe before trailing kisses down your neck, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Your body responded instinctively, arching towards him, silently urging him to explore further. And he willingly obliged, his tongue tracing circles around your nipple, all the while keeping his gaze locked with yours, savouring every reaction that danced across your face. At that moment, you surrendered willingly, melting under his touch, completely consumed by the pleasure he bestowed upon you.

"Such a devoted whore you are," he praised, a pleased hum escaping his lips. Your body squirmed beneath his intense gaze as Mizu's hands travelled across your skin, leaving a trail of gentle caresses in their wake.

As his hands explored, your legs instinctively parted more, inviting him closer. On his knees, Mizu sat before you, removing his pristine white scarf, revealing the slender elegance of his neck. With sultry eyes fixed on you, he loosened his tie, allowing his long black hair to cascade over his shoulders.

Without his glasses and with his hair flowing freely, he seemed more delicate, almost ethereal. Before you could fully comprehend your thoughts, he descended upon you, his head disappearing between your legs. 

"Just keep your eyes on me," he murmured, voice low and comforting, resonating through the room. his breath warm against your inner thighs. 

An unexpected shyness washed over you, causing you to instinctively try and close your legs, but his firm hands on your thighs prevented you from doing so. The intimacy of this moment was new to you, as no man had ever explored you in this way before.

Keeping eye contact, Mizu ran his tongue along the length of your moist entrance up to your needy clit, igniting a wave of pleasure that rippled through your body. As the intensity of his moans reverberated against your sensitive flesh, a surge of arousal coursed through your body, leaving you drenched and yearning for more. 

Instinctively, your hips arched and gyrated, seeking to press against his lips, desperate for the pleasure they promised. “Do that again- Shit, right there, just like that.” With your eyes tightly shut, you surrendered to the sensations that consumed you. 

Mizu's skilled tongue danced along your delicate folds, teasing and tantalizing, eliciting waves of pleasure that rippled through your entire being. 

A gasp escaped your lips as he nibbled gently on your sensitive nub, causing a mixture of pleasure and sensitivity to collide within you. Your hand instinctively reached out to push him away, overwhelmed by the intensity, but he only responded by delving deeper, his mouth devouring you with a voracious hunger. 

“Mm.. Mizu, give me a second—” Just when you thought the sensations couldn't become any more overwhelming, Her fingers joined the sinful symphony. 

With a deft and practised touch, burying them to the hilt, seamlessly gliding within your slick and eager warmth. Your inner walls clenched around his fingers, embracing the intrusion with a hungry eagerness.

"Give you a second?" he chuckled, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "I thought you wanted me to make you feel good."

The combined play of his talented tongue and skillful fingers was unlike anything you had ever experienced before. Despite your past encounters and familiarity with pleasure, this moment transcended the boundaries of the ordinary. 

Mizu had a way of making you feel utterly possessed, like a cherished object of desire, the sole focus of his worship. The sheer ecstasy that his mouth brought forth was a revelation, unlocking a realm of pleasure you had kept hidden deep within. It was a divine sensation that left your jaw slackened and your eyes rolling back in sheer bliss.

His name escaped your lips like a fervent plea as you felt the release building within you, your walls tightening around his fingers in an exquisite rhythm.

"Look at that, Feels good, doesn't it?" he murmured, a low, rough grunt rumbling from his throat, his fingers curling inward to find that delicate spot deep inside. 

Overcome by the intensity, you found yourself gripping onto his hair, desperately seeking an anchor amidst the intoxicating whirlwind of pleasure. "Mizu, please, I need—"

With a disapproving click of his tongue, He seized both of your hands in his firm grip, rendering you utterly helpless against his relentless mouth. Your body strained against his restraint, an involuntary yelp escaping your lips as he intensified his ministrations, sucking on the folds of your mound with an unrelenting hunger. 

The sound of your slick arousal mingled with your passionate moans, filling the air with an undeniable symphony of desire. Your hips instinctively jerked towards him, a desperate attempt to reach the pinnacle of ecstasy that beckoned you with its tantalizing allure.

The moment unfolded like a sudden rush of desire, laid out before him, vulnerable and willing. Something primal stirred deep within him, urging him to claim you. Without hesitation, he pounced on you, his strong grip encompassing your wrists, pinning them above your head in a single swift motion. 

His other hand tightened around your throat, a touch both possessive and exhilarating. A moan escaped your lips, a mingling of pleasure and the taste of your own essence on his tongue.

"Oh, you like that?" You squirmed beneath his firm hold, a mix of surprise and excitement coursing through you.

"I knew you had a wild side," he said, his lips brushing against your ear. "But I didn't expect you to enjoy it this much."

In that heated embrace, you both kissed with a hunger that spoke of longing, as if you had been deprived of this intimacy for years. Senses were consumed by the intoxicating sensation of his lips, and you were rendered powerless to assist him in undressing, your hands firmly restrained. 

The sound of his discarded garments echoed in the background, but it was a distant symphony compared to the overwhelming presence of his mouth on yours.

Gradually, his lips ventured lower, leaving a trail of kisses along your neck, each one a sweet torment. Relinquishing his grip on your wrists, his hand travelled to the back of your knee, lifting it up to rest on his shoulder. Straddling your other leg, he positioned himself, poised to penetrate you.

As he pulled away from the deep, passionate kiss, his eyes locked with yours, a glint of mischief dancing within them. Furrowing your brows in confusion, you searched for understanding in his gaze. 

"Trust me." His warm breath brushed against your ear, “Are you ready?” He sat up, your leg still delicately balanced on his shoulder, comprehension washed over you, causing your expression to falter and your eyes to widen in anticipation.

As you gazed upon Mizu, a wave of astonishment and confusion washed over you. There, before your eyes, stood a person who undeniably possessed two pairs of breasts. The shock of this unexpected revelation painted your face with a mixture of surprise and bewilderment, leaving you momentarily speechless. Yet, in response to your unspoken thoughts, Mizu simply chuckled, their eyes twinkling with a hint of mischievous amusement.

The truth was, you had never engaged in any intimate encounters with women before. Up until this moment. In your world, the relationships between women rarely ventured beyond the boundaries of friendship. The idea of exploring sexual activities with someone of the same sex was considered unorthodox, a topic seldom discussed and certainly not openly encouraged.

In this moment, standing face to face with Mizu and their unique embodiment, you realized that the boundaries of your own desires were not as rigid as society had led you to believe. The conventional notions of sexuality began to crumble, giving way to the realization that pleasure and connection transcend the confines of gender.

As Mizu's laughter subsided, a gentle warmth emanated from their gaze, inviting you to explore a path less travelled, one that could lead to a world of unexplored passion and fulfilment. In that moment, you made a choice, one born out of curiosity, courage, and a yearning to embrace the depths of your own desires. 

"Surprised?" Mizu asked, a playful glint in their eyes. "I'm not what you expected, am I?"

"I just— I've never been with a woman before," you admitted, your cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and curiosity.

Not giving you time to process it through, she grinds down slowly against you, her movements like that of a serpent, making you bite your lip as it sends shivers up your spine. Mizu cursed under her breath feeling your cunt pulse.

You wrapped your arms around her neck and grinded with her at the same pace, causing the dark-haired woman to let out a low groan, wounding your fingers into her long tresses, massaging her scalp, and causing her to moan in response. Hips gyrating so that both your clits would brush each other, sending harsh waves of pleasure down your spines. 

Mizu could feel your wetness all over her, your hard nub was making it hard to concentrate as it pounded against hers. “S— So pretty n’ needy for me yeah?” Bouncing down your slick-covered pussy she trailed light kisses up the leg she was holding, worshipping your sweaty, warm body. 

"C'mon say it."

"Uh-uh," you managed to breathe out, your voice a soft whisper filled with desperation.

It wasn’t long before you were tipped over the edge, pussy quivered violently, squirting a load of soaking fluid onto Mizu’s equally wet cunt with a long hard thrust against your puffy lips. Her voice broke into a silky moan as she fell limp on top of you. Both breathing heavily.

“You did perfectly— you can rest now, okay?” she whispered, a chorus of praises, compliments, and sweet nothings into your ear, melting your heart as you gradually descended from the euphoric peak. Her words were like a gentle breeze, brushing against your skin and igniting a fire within your soul. 

You managed a tired but content smile, your eyes fluttering open to meet hers. "Thank you," you whispered back, your voice a soft murmur. The sweet nothings she shared were like delicate petals, softly caressing your heart. They carried the weight of her emotions, expressing the depth of her feelings for you. 

“I love you,” In those whispered words, you found solace and reassurance, a reminder that the connection you had forged was cherished and valued.

As you basked in the warmth of her affectionate whispers, a sense of tranquillity settled over you. The intensity of your physical union had awakened something profound within both of you, a moment of pure vulnerability and tenderness, where your souls danced in perfect harmony.

She nestled closer, her head resting against your chest, fingers tracing patterns on your skin and the soft cadence of her breathing created a serene melody in the quiet room. In the hushed aftermath, she lifted her gaze to meet yours, her eyes reflecting the vulnerability that had surfaced during your shared moment. "And I love you," she replied, her voice a soft echo of the sentiment that lingered in the air.

“More than words can express.” 

Pulling her into a sweet kiss. As your lips met, the world outside melted away, leaving only the shared warmth and the promise of a tomorrow filled with the echoes of whispered love.

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[shebunie]

Could you do one where reader is a samurai kid of a ruff back story facial scars or back and ringo and mizu see them fighting also huge and buff as shit 🙄🙄

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞

𝙈𝙞𝙯𝙪 𝙭 𝙎𝙖𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙞! 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝗵𝘂𝗿𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁, 𝗶𝗻𝗷𝘂𝗿𝘆, 𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗿𝘀, 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗮 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟭.𝟭𝗸 𝐀/𝐍: 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗺𝗲 𝗮 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲, 𝗜 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘂𝗽 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝗮𝗿. 𝗣𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝘀𝘀𝘂𝗲𝘀

A woman, training to be a samurai? How laughable. You were of no use, no value even when offered to a brothel. Not when your skin is imperfect, flawed, or undesirable. You were a disgrace. And so you went anew. Walked a path that shaped the person of who you are now. 

You trained, with makeshift materials that mother earth provided. You had to make do with what you had. You trained again, with more precision and confidence in your steps. From the early cracks of dawn till the bed of night, you gave every drop of sweat, blood, and tears. 

But as the days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, you discovered a resilience within yourself that you never knew existed. The makeshift training ground, surrounded by the echoes of your own doubts, became a sanctuary of self-discovery.

With each swing of the makeshift sword, you embraced imperfection as a testament to your strength. The scars on your skin became a map of your journey, a visual story of battles fought and resilience earned. You realized that perfection was an illusion, and true strength lay in embracing your flaws.

However, at some point in time, you’d give up, out of frustration, and anger. Why couldn’t the gods have given you another life, maybe spare you mercy and take you right now? 

I’m tired. Mind plagued with bitterness, sorrow, and demise. And scared.

“How long has it been like that?” Mizu questioned as she leaned by the entrance of the abandoned hut, eyes grazing over the scars littered on your body. Watching Ringo mend another fresh wound you obtained from a fight. From their fight. 

She watched you wince and hiss, how your broad shoulders would rise and fall from behind. “Long enough.” You knew what the woman was implying. Calloused fingers of your hand trace along the scar on your arm. A constant reminder of the past. 

Heart-shaped lips pursed together, hard in thought. Mizu called out to Ringo to leave you two alone when he finished patching up the wound. 

Hushed creeks of the wooden floor and the soft thud of the sandals enveloped the silent room as the dark-haired woman came close. Standing behind you, feeling her gaze at the back of your head. She voiced

“Why risk so much of your life for us, you very well know you can’t save everyone.”

With closed eyes, you steadied your breathing as the mind flowed. You’ve always been living in this way, with the weight of the world heavy on your shoulders. It is what you are been used to — trudging on in life, putting the needs of everyone else before your own. Not a single complaint, not a single time had you griped about the unfairness of it all. Such is life, anyway, is what you always tell yourself— your mantra which often draws you comfort from. But when it all starts to get too much to bear; the burden weighing down to the bones, you finally decide to allow yourself a tiny space to breathe, just for a moment. 

Your palpitations start to cease. A few seconds pass, and then a full minute, before you feel a weight settle beside you; you know, without a doubt, a slight turn of your head, you look over at the sword wielder. “I just, I don’t want anything bad to happen to you.”  

The night was heavy with the scent of impending danger, but in that moment, you found solace in the shared silence. The soft rustling of leaves and distant echoes of distant creatures became the backdrop to your quiet conversation. The sword wielder's eyes reflected the glint of moonlight as they met yours, and a hint of vulnerability lingered in their gaze.

You turn to face the dark-haired woman, and for the first time, vulnerability flickers in your eyes. The dim light casts shadows on the lines etched on your face, a testament to the battles fought and sacrifices made. You offer a weary smile, the kind that holds a lifetime of stories.

"I appreciate your concern if it was one." you scoffed your voice a gentle murmur that barely broke the silence. "But sometimes, we must risk everything for the chance to make a difference. It's not about saving everyone; it's about making the choice to stand against the darkness, even when the odds are stacked against us."

The room seems to hold its breath as you continue, your gaze fixed on some distant point, perhaps lost in memories or contemplating the uncertain future. "I've seen too much pain and loss. It's true, I can't save everyone, but if I can make a difference for even one person, it's worth it. We all have our battles to fight, and this is mine."

The dark-haired woman listens, her eyes reflecting a mix of admiration and worry. She understands the weight of responsibility, having seen the determination etched on your face during countless trials. Her fingers find solace in the hilt of the sword at her side, a silent acknowledgement of the shared burden.

"I get it, I do," she finally spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. "But what if your choices lead to your own undoing? What if the darkness consumes you, and there's no one left to carry on the fight."

Your eyes, tired and world-weary, met hers. The vulnerability in your gaze deepened, revealing the cracks in the armour you've worn for so long. "That's the risk we take," you replied, your voice now laced with raw honesty. "Sometimes, the line between saving others and losing ourselves blurs. But if we let the fear of that darkness paralyze us, then what hope is left?"

The fireflies danced in the distance, their fleeting glow a stark contrast to the gravity of the conversation. The sword wielder clenched her jaw, torn between understanding your noble cause and the gnawing fear that she might lose the one person who had become her anchor.

"I've lost too many people I cared about," she admitted, her gaze dropping to the ground. "I can't bear the thought of losing you too."

For a moment, silence reigned supreme, punctuated only by the distant sounds of the night. You reached out, your hand finding hers in the darkness, a silent promise etched in that touch.

"We can't control every outcome," you said softly, your thumb tracing comforting circles on the back of her hand. "But we can choose how we face the inevitable. And as long as I can make a difference, I'll keep fighting. For you, for everyone."

The unsaid words lingered in the air, heavy with the unspoken truth that this journey, this fight against the encroaching darkness, might cost more than either of you were willing to admit. In that shared moment of vulnerability, the weight of the world pressed down, and the looming shadows seemed to grow darker.

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Hello!! Can you do mizu x mixed trans fem reader which reader been traveling with them for a while now and they both find out about each other gender stuff by at a river when mizu is naked/bathing and reader doesn't know that mizu is their and is half naked to also sorry this is my first time requesting 😭😭

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬

𝗠𝗶𝘇𝘂 𝘅 𝗺𝗶𝘅𝗲𝗱! 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝗸𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁, 𝗺𝘂𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗶𝗻𝗷𝘂𝗿𝘆, 𝗺𝗶𝘇𝘂 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟭.𝟭𝗸 𝐀/𝐍: 𝗜 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁, 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝘅 𝗴𝗿𝘂𝗺𝗽𝘆 𝘁𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗽𝗲, 𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗮 𝗱𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝗱𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿.

Sandals crunched beneath your feet as you and Mizu traversed the vast expanse of the snow-covered path. The ethereal silence was occasionally interrupted by the soft whispers of the freezing winter breeze. A pristine white carpet enveloped the landscape, kissed by the gentle rays of the sun that filtered through the treetops, creating a mesmerizing play of light and shadow. Enchanted by the beauty, you mumbled to Mizu, the sword-wielder trailing behind.

"It's so beautiful," you sighed, casting your gaze ahead at the winter wonderland that stretched out before you.

Mizu's response came as a whisper, a ghost of a smile playing on her lips as she tilted her head to obscure her vision. "Indeed it is," she agreed, her eyes already locked onto yours.

You slowed your pace to match Mizu's, the two of you now walking side by side. "I heard some orchids bloom at this time of the month. Do you think we might encounter some on our way?" you asked, leaning down to catch the gaze of the dark-haired swordsman who had allowed you to join her on this quest for revenge.

"Rarely," Mizu replied with a hint of melancholy. "They're suited neither for frost nor fry."

Undeterred, you faced forward, a hopeful glint still evident in your eyes. "There is still a chance then, slim but evident."

Mizu peered at you from the corner of her eye, playfully rolling her eyes and shaking her head. She let out a small, contented sigh as you both continued your journey.

Throughout the trek, you occupied Mizu with your lively chatter, and she didn't mind. Your cheery and bright demeanour made the otherwise solemn journey more bearable.

As the sun dipped below the horizon and the moon took its place in the night sky, the duo decided to set up camp in a desolate area of the forest. A crackling fire was kindled to stave off the biting winter chill.

"Stay here while I look for more firewood," Mizu instructed, rising from her seated position. You noticed a subtle grimace as she reached for her shoulder, a lingering reminder of the battles she had fought.

"Let me help—" you began.

"No, you do not have to," she cut you off, her voice firm yet soft. With a nod, she ventured off into the darkened woods.

Exhaling a heavy sigh, you turned your attention to a boiling pot of water. "I guess I'm on soup duty."

As you rummaged through the meager supplies in your small travel bag, you realized the ingredients were lacking. Setting the pot aside, you decided to forage for plants in the nearby vicinity.

Meanwhile, Mizu settled by the river's shore, wincing at the friction caused by her clothes. With a hiss, she slipped off her shoulder armor, exposing a bloody wound. Sighing, she removed the clothing entirely and immersed herself in the warm waters of the river, seeking solace from the pain.

For the first time, she felt a sense of relaxation, the soothing sounds of the river diverting her thoughts from the persistent ache of the gash she had acquired in her battle with Taigen.

Her mind, however, drifted to you. She questioned why.

Was it because you both shared the same defect? Did she pity you? Was it your annoyingly talkative nature?

Both of you were made with mixed metal, marked as demons, outcasts in a world where being a woman was challenging enough. Mizu loathed the stares and derogatory remarks that accompanied your presence. She detested the morbid offers from flesh traders who saw you as a commodity, a means to make coin.

She had never wondered why.

Why her gaze linger a bit longer when you patched her up. Why there were accidental hand touches that felt like more than mere accidents. Why she felt an unexplainable need to see, hear, or hold you close.

A sudden snap broke her reverie. Mizu swiftly picked up and unsheathed her sword, forgetting her clothes in the process. Danger lurked; you were in danger. The sharp end of her blade was now pointed at the intruder.

At you.

Half-naked, you stood there with wide eyes. Immediately, you turned your bare back toward her, attempting to shield yourself. "I saw no— nothing," you stammered, your hands hugging your half-exposed body for warmth. A sigh escaped from behind.

"I thought I told you to stay?"

"Well, you see, after you left, I was about to cook food for us, but then we were lacking ingredients. So, I assumed the forest might have some plants or herbs lying around and got carried away—"

"You talk too much," Mizu remarked, her eyes burning into the back of your head.

A frown creased your face, and your gaze dropped to the ground. "Sorry," you muttered loud enough for Mizu to hear.

A faint splash of water behind you prompted you to look. The blue-eyed woman sat under the warm waters of the river, staining its clear stream with red. "You're bleeding." Without much thought, you undressed and submerged yourself in the water.

Mizu never once looked your way as she felt the soft touch of your fingers tracing her wound, biting back a wince. "You should have told me; I could've stitched this up." The revelation of her being a woman had temporarily left your mind as you ripped a piece of cloth from your garments to make a makeshift towel to clean her wound.

With a gentle touch, you took care of her once more.

Silence lingered in the atmosphere until you spoke. "Do you trust me, Mizu?" The question had her turn her gaze to you, eyes reflecting the subtle glow of the moon, cheeks tinted a faint red from the warmth of the water.

Lips hovered over yours, not quite kissing but close enough that any small distance could do so. Their breaths blended, warm and wanting. It felt wrong, Mizu thought. She dared not close that distance; she was afraid to do so. Yet, you had her in a trance.

"Can I kiss you?" The way her eyes lingered on your lips, she raised a hand to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You leaned in, closing the final distance. Your fingers tread carefully in her dark tresses, one hand caressing her face with a gentle touch.

It made Mizu feel safe. She felt seen and loved by your touches. She loved you.

A hand slid from the side of your thigh to your waist, guiding you forward to straddle her lap. Parting from one another, Mizu leaned her forehead against yours with a ragged breath and a faint smile. Tracing circles on your bare hips with her thumb, she whispered, "You've stolen my heart, and I want it to continue being yours."

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[shebunie]

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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[shebunie]

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭?

𝙈𝙞𝙯𝙪 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝗦𝘂𝗴𝗴𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘀, 𝗸𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁, 𝗿𝗲𝘂𝗻𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁. 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟳𝟮𝟯 𝐀/𝐍: 𝗺𝗶𝘇𝘂 𝗯𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗿𝗼𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹, 𝘀𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝗮 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁, 𝗮 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱, 𝗮 𝗻𝗲𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝘁𝘆. 𝗜'𝗺 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁. 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐

"Dare you to step foot on my land after all these years," you declared, the crunch of snow beneath your boots accompanying your words. The bitter winter wind carried the scent of pine, and the distant roar of waterfalls mingled with the haunting chirps of hidden birds.

Without turning, you sensed the approach of a familiar silhouette. The gentle tinkling of jewels in your hair echoed as you sighed, your head tilting low, eyes closed. "I've been well, princess. Thank you for showing concern," they uttered, each step bringing them closer.

The air buzzed with unsaid words as the shadow finally stood beside you. The moonlight painted both your figures against the snowy landscape. You unfurled your eyes, meeting their gaze. "Must you look that intensely?" you hissed, turning slightly to hide the subtle redness of your cheeks, your stoic facade faltering.

The samurai hummed, raising a hand to take your chin gently, guiding your gaze to their recognizable tinted glasses. "If it means getting to see you like this, then I simply must," they said, calloused fingers caressing your face. The rough texture of their hand against your smooth skin made you shiver involuntarily.

With hesitation, you lifted your hand, fingers gliding along their arm, recalling memories of the past. "This should not—," you started, but with firmness, you stopped, eyes glossing in the moonlight. Clearing your throat, you continued in a soft tone, "It's been long. It's not right. Do not say you need me when you leave and leave again."

Memories, once buried, resurfaced, furrowing your brows. Taking a step closer, your painted lips pursed in thought. "You show up unannounced after leaving me to pursue revenge, and now you—"

"It was a vow that I have dedicated my life for—"

"Much so that you leave without a word to me?"

"You, of everyone, should know that revenge does not hesitate," the samurai fumed, voice firm, husky, and deep, sending shivers down your spine. With a heavy sigh, they took off their glasses, placing them on your nose with a glance to your lips.

"After killing those who have wronged me, I vowed anew," they said, their long, slender fingers intertwining with yours. Wiping away a tear that fell from your eyes, their touch swelled your heart. Tears streamed down your face as they spoke, "I promised to look for you the moment I stepped foot into Japan. Every mountain, every ocean, village by village, I took every chance to see you again."

The weight of their promise lifted a burden from your heart, and you wept. "Hey," they whispered, tenderly tilting your head to look at them. Leaning down, they placed gentle kisses along the tear stains on your cheek, then against your damp neck. You sighed, a small grin playing on their lips.

"Tell me," they said, brushing their nose against your jaw, "how does the princess want to finish this?" You tilted your head back against the tree, dazed, and replied, "In any way. Whatever you want." Gripping the fabric of their cloak, your body pressed against theirs.

Mizu hummed, leaning in once more, whispering, "That's not an answer. What do you want?" She grabbed your waist, hoisting you up and pinning you against the tree. Your legs tangled behind her to keep you upright.

Burying their face between your neck and shoulder, they licked on the exposed part of your chest, and you shuddered, soft whimpers escaping your lips. "How I dreamed of your legs wrapped around my waist," they said crassly. 

You squirmed in their hold, softly moaning, embarrassed at how easily you reacted. Your entire body was hot, and your face was on fire. They held you in place, their long, rough fingers gripping the supple skin of your thighs to keep you still and upright.

Her lips were soft, and you practically melted into her. She hummed, their blue eyes looking at the purple marks and the soft bite marks all over your neck. Slightly spreading your legs, they rolled their hips against yours.

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

"Y-yes," you moaned, fingers tangling in her dark hair. You weren't going to argue with this opportunity. Connecting lips once more, her tongue forced its way into your mouth, and you surrendered to the passion of the moment.

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