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biibini · 2 months

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would you please consider my request? 😆😋😋

mizu wants to see f!reader to masturbate in front of her and ask reader right away then mizu just enjoying the show and saying bunch of filthy words, guiding and all but also ended up having her fingers fucking the reader until the reader is pleading for mizu to stop pathetically but mizu is too lustful because how sweet and hot you sound

show & tell: modern!mizu x reader smut (request)

tags: NSFW, smut, modern!mizu, f!reader, masturbation with an audience, dirty talk, praise, so much praise, mizu has a DIRTYYYY mouth, fingering, guiding, finger-sucking, mizu holding back, if you squint rlly hard its edging on the dl, teasing, begging, she pussy whipped lets be real

a/n: i apologize for being MIA,, midterms has been kicking my ass lately :( i hope yall enjoy this though, i've been cookin this for a while

nsfw 18+ under the cut!

You and Mizu are laying side by side, the moonlight shining into the bedroom. It’s one of those nights where you’re cuddling, and a little bit of making out to end the night.

That’s at least what you expected.

Mizu’s lips softly kiss against yours as her arms wrap around your sides, pulling you closer to her. You lock lips, letting her guide you. You feel up her neck and up to the back of her head. Her arms wrap tighter. In response, you let your fingers run deep into her hair, grasping onto it from the sudden squeeze.

Mizu pulls back and gasps, her mouth agape from the unexpected pull. She scoffs playfully. You watch as her eyes darken under the moonlight, glimmering with spirit.

“Oh, so you want to play that game, huh.”

Before you can react, you feel her lips back on you again. Instead of feeling her on your lips, she starts to work her way down your neck. With each kiss, you feel a jolt of pleasure run up your neck. As Mizu works her way closer to your ears, a moan escapes your lips.

“Feels good, doesn’t it.”, she teases. You feel her arms slowly loosen their grip on you, allowing her to continue her work on your neck.

“Mmhm, Mizu- ah-”, you respond back. You could barely answer back as you felt Mizu playfully nibble at your neck, leaving small maroon spots to blossom later tonight.

Her arms wrap around your upper half, pulling your neck closer to her lips. You feel one of her hands gently caress your hips, teasing you to a night of pleasure. Initially, she was content with making out before bed. Instead, a curious thought entertained Mizu’s head. Something that you had never done in front of her before.

You attempt to mirror her actions and reach for her instead, hoping to bring her the same pleasure from your touch. However, Mizu unexpectedly pulls your hands away.

“Let's try something new tonight.”, she says into your ear. The allure of her voice sends shivers up your spine. She pulls away from your neck to watch your reaction. “How does that sound, baby?”

Something new?

“What did you have in mind?”, you ask, curious about her request.

You feel her hand move your hands away from her hips. Instead, she places them towards your panties, gently palming around your entrance. She comes back closer to your neck, inches away from your ear.

“I wanna watch you.”, she answers with a lust in her voice. She grins before planting a kiss close to your ear. “I wanna see you play with yourself.”

You freeze as your brain tries to comprehend Mizu’s request. It didn’t help that she was leaving soft kisses along your neck. Did she just say-

“Can you do that for me, hmm?”

Her question left you stunned. Her soft kisses contradicted the request.

It didn’t help that you instantly melt under her voice.

You could only nod as she lets go of your hand below, giving you the freedom to touch yourself as you place. Her free hand places itself on the other side of your neck, gently brushing over the blooming maroon marks from her earlier work. As she continued her hard work on your neck, you start to move your fingers, circling your throbbing clit atop the fabric of your panties.

Left to your imagination, you imagine how you would normally touch yourself alone. How you would think about Mizu’s touches and build up while you pleasured yourself. Without thinking, your fingers apply pressure against the outside of your entrance. You feel your middle finger toy with your clit through the fabric, making your head throw back in response. You think about how Mizu’s fingers mimicking yours while her head was in between your thighs. Perhaps they were kissing down your thighs.

Or leaving marks closer to your heat.

Instinctively, hums and moans start to escape your mouth.

Little did you know that Mizu had been watching you slowly unfold without her touch. Now pulled away from your neck, she carefully watches the show. You continue to play with yourself, the damp spot by your entrance growing with every second that passes.

“What a good girl… Following my request so easily.”, Mizu praises you. You look up and spot her sitting next to you. Your eyes meet her gaze. They long for entertainment. A good show.

Following her voice, you slide your panties to the side, giving her a full view of your dewy mess. You watch her eyes redirect themselves towards the star of the show. You teasinly tug on your the fabric, using it to rub against your pulsing clit. You let moans escape, allowing Mizu to fully hear the magic happen.

You feel the dampness and sweat build up and spread across your inner thighs. They paint your thighs and entrance with your slick, glimmering under the moonlight.

“Fuck, baby.”

Mizu could only watch as her pretty girl was unfolding in front of her very eyes. Sure, she orchestrated this entire thing. But being a viewer during this engaging show began to be… damned difficult.

On the other hand, you continued to stimulate yourself with your panties, the knot starting to build inside you. You could think about Mizu usual touches to help you get closer to your peak.

You could also just think about her praises and instantly unfold.

Mizu could only sit and stare at your slick spreading across your thighs. How it would easily lubricate her fingers. How it would feel so cooling on her face as she ate you out. How sweet you would taste.

“God you’re just, so wet. Let me taste how sweet you are.”, Mizu commented.

Following orders, you fully pull off your panties. You feel your fingers touch your sticky entrance, dipping into the puddle you had created all on your own. Your fingers directly touch your folds, swirling around your bare entrance.

Mizu as a viewer was sitting at the edge of her seat.

“I know, that’s all you.”, she praised as she continued to watch your fingers gather as much slick as you could.

Dear god, this was a lot to handle, Mizu thought. This is the first time she had ever watched you fully masturbate in front of you. Yeah sure, she’s definitely done multitudes of other things that would instantly make you finish. There’s not doubt about that.

But to watch a one-woman show? Without her touch?

She was just a first timer.

She witnesses you bringing your index and middle finger closer to you. She watched as some of your juices ran down your hand. At this point, Mizu could barely handle being a viewer, the sexual frustration driving her over the edge. Impatiently, she grabbed your finger and pulled it close to her mouth.

“Let me taste before it drips down now.”

Your fingers touch Mizu’s tongue. The slick enters her mouth, the coating mixing with her saliva. She gently sucks on your fingers to get a taste of you. You feel some of the liquid escape and end up smothered on her lips.

“Mmm, you taste so… so sweet.”, she pauses to say. Mizu continues to indulge herself with your fingers, savoring your taste with her wet tongue.

You’ve never seen her so pussy-whipped in your life.

You stared in awe and watched as she sucked your fingers clean. She pulls your wrist back down to your very dripping wet mess. With her other hand, she messily wipes away the mess she made on her face.

She looks back at you. You easily read the neediness in her ocean blue eyes. But you couldn’t read how much she was holding back.

“Keep touching yourself with those fingers.”

Following her command, you watched as Mizu laid back, becoming a viewer of the show you were putting on. To think that you could get this wet without her touches was an absurd idea. Yet here she is, doing nothing except watching & indulging your every move.

You continue to touch yourself and watch your only viewer continue to hold back. While Mizu was watching your every move, you began to read every sign: her hand gripping onto the sheet, her mouth practically drooling from the view, and her eyebrows furrowed in frustration.

She looks so frustrated, yet at the same time, so desperate for you.

You slip a finger inside, its length easily sliding into you. You hum in pleasure. Out of curiosity, you look up to Mizu to find her eyes lit up out of interest while she bit the inner corner of her lips. You took it upon yourself to slowly pull in and out, mimicking what Mizu would usually do if she was in charge. You open your legs wider as you continued your slow pace, your slick coating your finger once again.

In and out, Mizu watched. She stared at your painfully slow pace, your liquids gushing out with every push inside. She said one command and her girl immediately followed? How obedient.

“You’re so well-behaved, Y/N.”, Mizu cooed. Her hand moves closer to your head, gently caressing the top of your head while you continue to fuck yourself in front of her. Her voice makes your insides grip on your finger tighter, making you moan in response.

“Aw, is my good girl dripping wet?”, she teases, her voice lowering. “Practically soaking from my words?”

“Y-Yeah.”, you moan out breathily. You pull out to massage the outside of your entrance with your fingers before you quickly slip your index and middle fingers inside. A small cry comes out of your mouth as you feel the two digits slip into you, stretching you out. It feels so familiar yet so unknown at the same time.

As good as you felt, you wished it was Mizu instead. You wished for her slender fingers to substitute yours, to feel them sink deep into you. But instead, you can only pleasure yourself with the thought.

“Such a good girl,”, Mizu cups your face, her hands up now against your flushed face. “Aren’t you? Hm, Y/N?”

She chuckles at the growing heat of your face, gently caressing your cheeks.

You nod in response, pumping your fingers inside you, going at the same slow place as before. Your liquids continue to pour out, making a wet mess in between your thighs. The tantalizing pace felt like torture. But with Mizu’s praise, it felt so fucking good.

You continue the pace, thinking about Mizu once again. How her fingers would be able to reach places you couldn’t. How they would be able to hit the right spots immediately. How you would always arch your back to feel her hit a deeper angle. How her touch would send shivers done your back.

And how her hand would take control of you while you finished on her fingers.

“Go faster for me. I know you can do that for me.”

And faster you did.

You lean your face into her hand and close your eyes. Your mind continues to fantisize about your viewer as you speed up the pace. You groan as your fingers pumped in and out, continuing to stretch your insides. You feel your clit throb as it gains pleasure with every pump.

You groan as you feel your wrists start to strain from the speed. You rest your hand on your inner thigh, attempting to gain some control before you completely tire out. The new angle makes a moan slip out.

“Mmm, that’s it.”, Mizu praises as she continues to caress your cheek, watching you get closer and closer to your peak. “Good job baby.”

You continue your pace, using her praise to fuel your speed. You feel her face inch closer to yours, her breath tickling your neck. You tighten around your fingers as Mizu places soft kisses down your neck. Shivers start running down your spine as your mind races, practically aching to feel more of her. You continue to moan in response.

However, your pace begins to falter as your wrists start to give out. Mizu notices this change and leaves one final kiss on your neck before inching closer to your ear.

“Getting tired so soon?”, she teased, her voice echoing inside your ear.

“Mmhmm, yeah- ah!”, you yelp as you feel Mizu’s hand pull away from your face. The pads of her fingers start to gently circle around your clit, building up the pleasure even more. Your wrist gives out and you slowly pull out, leaving them to lie to the side.

You feel Mizu’s fingers explore past your clit.

“You’re this wet without me?”, she taunted, her fingers now inches away from your dripping wet entrance. “My pretty girl is all excited for me?”, she lowly whispers in your ear.

Instinctively, your thighs close in, your hips pathetically grind against her. You’re still throbbing, needing something, anything at this point, to go inside and finish you off.

And her voice… God, her voice made praise sound so sinful yet so good.

You attempt to keep your voice down as you unfold under her touch. She moves close to your entrance, prepping her fingers with your slick. As she coats her fingers, you feel her lips touch your neck once again, leaving a few marks scattered down your neck, each soon to blossom a deep shade of maroon.

“So fucking wet…”, she groans as two of her fingers enter you, letting the lust take over.

She couldn’t play as an audience member anymore. She knew you missed this, and so did she. What fun is a show if the audience can’t interact with the talent on stage?

In this case, you were a dripping-wet talent. And soon to become a vocal talent at that.

You moan in response, her digits going deep as you had fantasized earlier.

“Fuck, Y/N, it slipped in so easily. You miss me this much?” she says, smirking at you.

At this point, you can't control what to say. All you can do is react with a nod as her fingers fully sink inside of u. They fully stretch your insides, reaching a deep spot inside u. Mizu feels you tighten around her fingers. She knew your sweet voice couldn’t be self-contained. Testing the waters, she slowly pulls out all the way before deeply thrusting inside of you. You feel another jolt of pleasure hit you. A loud cry comes out, louder than ever before.

“Mizu, please… I’m- ah-“

You feel her slip in another digit. It slip inside you so easily yet all you could do was cry in response. Mizu slows down the pace, letting the new digit stretch you out even more.

“I’m so close Mizu. It’s just so much-”

You try to explain as the three digits plunge deep into you. Instinctively, you grab the sheets, gripping tight onto them. Mizu slowly pulls out once again and thrusts back quickly and deeply into you. Your moans grow louder with every thrust, the pace slowly gaining speed. Mizu feels you clench around her, getting tighter with every pump.

Every nerve, every ache continues to grow in pleasure as Mizu quickens the pace. All she could hear is the squelching from her thrusts and your sweet moans, motivating her to continue her pace.

“Mizu, please, It’s so- fuck!”, you cry out in pleasure as you feel yourself gain closer to your peak, feeling the familiar knot grow tighter and tighter in your lower stomach. Her breath hitched, tickling against your neck.

You call out her name out loud as her pace grew faster, pumping fast and deep into your soaking-wet insides. Mizu listened as your cries grew even louder, echoing against the bedroom walls. Your thighs start trembling, hoping to close the gap between them.

At this point, she could easily read you. How close you were to unfolding and finishing on her fingers. How close you were to yelling and screaming her name. How close you were to twitching and tightening around her fingers.

“Lemme hear that pretty voice of yours.”, she requested for the last time.

With one final thrust, you feel yourself reach your high, spasming against Mizu’s continuous pace deep into you. Your thighs attempt to close, your hips instinctively grind against her fingers. She continued the pace, relentlessly pushing deep into you as you ride out your high.

You turn to Mizu, whining next to her, letting her hear your melodic cries late into the night.

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libbyfandom · 4 months

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Let’s take a look inside Modern!Mizu’s Camera Roll! Featuring Reader and BES Characters (Companion Piece)

Screenshot of an undercut with long hair.

Screenshot of a wolf cut.

Picture of her tv screen showing her new high score at a video game. (To rub it in Taigen’s face that she beat his)

Her hand cupping the back of a pretty neck covered in hickeys.

Akemi death-gripping a trash can with her face buried into it as she hurls. The rollercoaster Mizu forced her on is in the background.

Selfie of her and her adoptive father at a baseball game. (She couldn’t get him to smile. He only hummed, which made her laugh)

Video of you asleep on her, your head on her shoulder and your hand curled up on her chest. Her fingers are gently brushing the side of your face for a minute, before your eyebrows pinch in sleep. You make a soft, stressed noise unconsciously. Her lips press to your temple for a long moment. “Shh shh shh.” Your expression relaxes again, and she goes back to gently stroking your cheek.

The full moon.

A video of Ringo coming up silently behind you and Akemi while you're standing in line at a coffee shop. You two turn around and nearly jumps out of your skin when you sees him. (He's always so silent)

Screenshot of a quote “How do we forgive ourselves for all the things we did not become? -Doc Lubel”.

Her torn up jeans and bloodied outer thigh as she sits in the grass along the road, her crashed motorcycle in the background.

A video of her holding your wrists down in bed, oh so slowly pressing kisses all over your chest where she yanked your top up to your collarbone. Every once in a while she bites into your skin without warning, gripping your wrists tighter when your body arches and tries to twitch away with broken whines. She waits each time for you to stop moving, staring intensely up at you with your skin between her teeth, before she licks at the bite to soothe it away and restarts the cycle.

Video of her sitting on her bed practicing knife flipping.

Her hand holding a book titled "Waiting by the Front Door: Children of Parents with Addiction".

A close up of the price tag of the book "Waiting by the Front Door: Children of Parents with Addiction".

Saved selfie Ringo sent of the two of them on a hike.

Screenshot of a dinner reservation confirmation for two at a new restaurant downtown.

Video of Akemi in the middle of some rant in Mizu and Ringo’s living room. The darkness outside the window suggests it’s very late into the night. She gestures wildly at something off camera. “-and Taigen pees in the fucking shower-!” Taigen’s voice comes from somewhere off camera, loud and offended. “I aim for the drain!” You sit in the background behind Akemi, looking disturbed and distressed.

Screenshot of piercings. (For the wish list people are asking for)

A gif of a character going “Some god damn peace and quiet”. (For the wish list people are asking for)

The ocean.

Saved video Ringo sent of you two at the beach bonfire. You’re cuddled up into each other while sitting against a log, your legs overlapping hers. You’re both staring into the fire, absentmindedly playing with each others fingers where you’re holding hands on your lap. She’s never looked more relaxed.

You and Akemi in the backseat asleep on the drive back from the beach.

Saved photo you sent her of her and her adoptive father playing chess. Her brows are furrowed as she thinks over her next move, sitting properly with her hands in her lap. This is instead of how she usually plays with one leg propped up on her chair and elbow leaning on her knee when she plays with Akemi.

The one nice photo of just her and Taigen, posing in a big mirror at a dark, more upscale restaurant wearing suits.

Screenshot of receipt for two concert tickets on your birthday.

Ringo laying head down on a pile of finals notes in defeat at the library.

Screenshot of a text you sent of a grocery list.

A video in her “Hidden” folder that is 37 minutes long and requires a password that only she and you know.

Screenshot of the word “Bitch” in Barbie pink font.

You curled up on the couch fast asleep, wearing Mizu’s oversized college sweatshirt.

Saved photo Ringo sent of Mizu standing in the bathtub making a peace sign with one gloved hand as the other holds Akemi’s newly dyed and wet burgundy hair while Akemi is seen leaning over the tub so Mizu can rinse out the excess dye.

A picture of her hand holding an engagement ring nestled inside a green velvet box. She wanted Akemi’s opinion. So she’ll stop having an anxiety attack over what she picked.

#mizu x reader #blue eye samurai x reader #mizu #blueeyesamurai #mizu blue eye samurai #modern mizu

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miks-delusional-blog · 2 months

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Hair- Mizu x fem! reader

Tags: Fluff, mild angst? (Again idk how to tag guys, somebody who does know please tell me that would be amazing <3), gender reveal (reader discovers Mizu is a woman), mentions injury and violence, maybe a slow burn? (might make into a series)

Notes: in 2nd person (you), 995 words, Mizu x fem! reader

Context: you and Mizu are friends with romantic tension, also it’s a bit awkward between you two after you find out she’s a woman

A/N: Hello there. Fanfiction. Read it. Hope you enjoy. I’m going to get back to doing school work now. Or I’ll procrastinate and make a part 2.

Also this is inspired by a scene that was cut from the show where Mizu plays with her hair.

Toodles, love Yamz x

Mizu huffed, frustrated as she tried to tie up her hair. It was normally a simple task, however, on this morning it was not.

In a scuffle with some assassins, Mizu had hurt her arm quite badly. Although it was the day after the battle, the pain still lingered. Pain was not the only thing that lingered, but an awkward air. After yesterday’s battle, you treated Mizu’s injured arm, finding out that Mizu was not the man you thought she was.

She was a woman.

The image of your shocked face when you pulled down her haori lingered in her mind, like a reflection in a window pane.

The two of you sat on the floor of the inn, with a noticeable gap, getting ready for the day. Her annoyed huff brought you to look up from the mirror you were holding. You turned to her chuckling softly, “You alright over there?”

She shot you a small glare. “I’m fine.” She attempted to tie her hair up again but the strands cascaded out of her grasp. Her arm fell to her side, she sighed a little defeated.

You crawled behind her, propping yourself up on your knees. Taking the hair tie from her hand, you began gathering her hair together.

Mizu hesitated before uttering, “What are you doing?”

“Shaving your hair off.” you casually remarked as you brushed the knots out of her long hair with your fingers.

Mizu jerked her head back to face you, grabbing your wrist.

“I’m joking! I’m tying up your hair, obviously.” you laughed.

Mizu’s lips curled to a frown, her grip loosening.

“Just let me help you out.” She let you move her head so she faced away from you. You shuffled a little closer to her, her back up against your front as you continued brushing through her hair.

Mizu relaxed a little as your fingers softly graced her. She thought of how gentle you were with her. Something she wasn’t used to.

Her usual contact with people tended to be violent to say the least.

Mizu thought of a time before she had to shave her hair as a child. How her mother would tug and pull at her hair, telling her to sit still.

Your touch was nothing like her mothers.

You were careful and soft, touching her as if she was silk.

Mizu closed her eyes with a small sigh of relief as you gathered all her hair into one hand, using your other to smooth out any bumps.

“Sorry I don’t have a comb. I think I lost it in the heat of things yesterday. Hands are nature's comb anyway.”

Mizu hummed in response, melting under the way your hands moved through her hair.

“All done.” You pick up the mirror, holding it so Mizu could see your handy work.

She opened her eyes, catching yours in the reflection.

“Not bad right?” You smiled at her through the mirror.

Mizu smiled back, “not bad. You didn’t shave it off.”

“Don’t give me ideas.” You tried to brush her cowlick behind her ear but it failed to stick.

Turning around, she chuckled. The two of you became face to face “for every strand of hair you cut, is a finger lost on your hands.”

You felt the heat of her words touch your face, eyes widening slightly at your closeness . You sit back on your feet, creating a bit more distance between the two of you. “Well I guess my fingers are safe.”

“For now.” Mizu smirked.

You crossed your arms, hiding your hands away from her. You playfully glare at her which she returns before the two of you start laughing.

After the laughter subsides, Mizu gazes at you with soft eyes. “Thanks…Uh for helping me with my hair.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m happy to help.”

“I won’t be like this for long.” She adjusted the sleeve of her haori.

“I know. You always spring back quickly. By the end of the day you’ll probably be fighting the whole town with no problem. And even if you’re not, and you still need my help, I’ll do your hair.”

Mizu smiles again, bowing her head slightly. “Thank you.” She paused thoughtfully, her gaze lowering to the floor.

Noticing the slight shift in mood, you offered a kind smile. “Everything okay?”

“It’s nothing.” Her eyes flickered to yours.

“There’s always something.”

“It’s just… I don’t understand.” She looked down at her hands.

“What is it you don’t understand?”

“How can you be so normal? You know my secret. I’ve been deceiving you for so long… How can you act like it’s okay?” Her blue eyes gazed into yours with worry.

“Because it is okay.”

“But I lied to you. I am not a man.”

You took a breath, one which felt like an eternity to Mizu. “Listen, I understand why hide the truth from everyone. It’s easier to walk as a man in our world than it is to crawl as a woman, and it’s easier to keep a secret if you’re the only one who knows it.”

“Well… Ringo knew.”

“What?!” You exclaimed. Mizu winced slightly.

After a brief pause you continued, “That’s… fine. A-anyway, my point still stands. I’m not angry or upset with you because I get it.”

Mizu stayed quiet, reflecting on your words. After a moment, she speaks. “You are very kind to me… I’m not sure if I am deserving of it.”

“Well, I give my kindness to whomever I want so whether you think you deserve it is not for you to decide.” You crossed your arms. “I think you are deserving of my kindness and compassion, and you’re not the boss of me so, nyeh.” Your serious facade couldn’t stay up as you began smiling.

Mizu chuckles, putting her hands up in defeat. “OK, OK, I won’t talk more about it.”

“So we’re OK?” You asked carefully but with a smile gracing your lips.

“We’re good.”

“Good.”

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xshines · 1 month

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mizu x reader enemies to lovers

sry for being inactive, im lazy af; also i might continue this one

Falling pieces of snow slowly began to cover the surface of the broken sword, thrown somewhere in the distance on the cold ground, no longer incapable of saving you. The cold snow slowly began to compact and melt beneath your shivering, warm body. The cold metal of your rival's sword blade hugs your thin neck. You dared to look up at her as she hovered over you, her expression blank. She finally has you. She looks at you lying so pathetically in front of her now. She squints those blue eyes of hers to scan you once again, your scratches, your torn clothes, a moment longer she lingers on your torn side, which stains your clothes and the snow beneath you with a dark crimson. But finally her eyes land on your face, finally able to take a closer look at the face of one that has been getting under her skin so much lately. Her enemy. Oh, how she hated you.

You know your fate very well, you are very aware of what is about to happen. Even though your body is shaking from exhaustion, from the snow and cold wind, you try not to show your fear. Despite your increasingly throbbing wound, you don't even hiss or whine. You're not asking for mercy. On the contrary, you frown and even give her that defiant look. Like you're daring her to cut your neck.

She hesitates, hesitates the longer she looks into those big eyes of yours. She has killed countless men, but their facial expressions were different, they were afraid, they were begging, they were screaming, asking for mercy. You are different. The sight of your helpless body, covered with blood dripping from your side, invokes sympathy and nostalgia in your eyes. For some reason, she finds in them a strange innocence that she herself was stripped of a long, long time ago. You look so soft. You look so pretty. “You’re so young…” her voice whispers while her eyes stare into your face. You could only wonder why she hadn't yet swung her blade and sliced your neck cleanly once and for all. "Does it matter now?" You answer in an equally quiet, hoarse voice. The cold wind blows strands of hair and sticks them slightly to your forehead.

Your words echoes in her head. She is brave. You haven’t shown fear nor pleaded for life, which makes her feel…something. She is strong. The cold blade still doesn't pierce the soft skin. "Why didn't you ask for mercy...?" She speaks quietly, only a silent breeze passes by, whispering snow in her hair. She is special. Not many survive an encounter with her, even those who have begged and fallen to their knees.

More and more you felt the blood flowing down your side, staining your clothes and coloring the snow. You just snorted at her question. Despite how much blood you've already lost, you still collect the remaining energy to growl in response. "I am not a dog. I'm not going to whine for mercy." You even dared to give her that determined look again.

All sorts of thoughts were running through Mizu's head now. She’s not afraid. She doesn't know her place. She's just like me. She lowers her katana. Her enemy is more than just an enemy.

"What are you doing?" The question falls from your lips as your eyes follow the blade as it moves away from your neck. „You should kill me.”

The moral monologue battles deep within Mizu. She still wants me to kill her. I should kill her. With the sound of the blade, Mizu raises her sword and returns it to its scabbard. Her gaze falters — a rare moment of weakness. "How old are you?" She steps closer as her voice echoes in the snow-covered landscape, while her blue eyes scan their enemy's body, taking in every tiny detail — bruises, scars, wounds. A glance at the blood that continues to seep down your side and stain the snow. An unexpected feeling, unknown to her, wells within her. An urge to protect this young person, as if you had reminded her of her younger self.

This sudden change in attitude surprises you. You swallow, gritting your teeth as you consider whether to answer the question or ignore it. After all, you no longer have a weapon, and even if you wanted to get up and run away, with this wound by your side, it wouldn't be difficult to catch up with you. "… 20." Mizu frowns when she hears the answer. She really is just like me. You are only a few years younger than her, but you have already chosen this terrible path of violence. “Stand up” she demands quietly. You look sharply at Mizu, as if trying to feel the catch. Slowly, you tuck your legs and push yourself up into a sitting position with your arms. You grit your teeth and widen your eyes as now your wound reminds you even more of its existence. After a moment of deep breaths, you gather yourself to get up. You'd rather bite your tongue than hiss in pain in the presence of your enemy, and finally you slowly, swaying slightly, stand in front of her.

Mizu’s gaze remains fixed on her rival, not taking her eyes off you for a single second. She sheaths her katana entirely, and a soft snow breeze fills her senses. The sound of snow crunching beneath her enemy’s feet resonates inside her mind, echoing inside of her heart. "What is your name?"

You think for a moment. You don't have the strength to think about why she's suddenly asking you so much information about you. The only thing you focus on is the throbbing pain at your side. "[Y/N]" You reply quietly, your head slightly bowed as you grab your side and try to apply pressure to your wound. “[Y/N]…” Mizu repeats after you. Her enemy’s name echoes in her mind, as if a whisper. The cold wind passes by, caressing her senses, touching her face with invisible fingers, carrying a hint of fresh winter air. Her blue eyes soften, as if looking at the most beautiful thing in existence. “Your name…is beautiful…" she sighs, unable to take her eyes off her enemy. “…like you,” Your face relaxed slightly at this sudden compliment. It's been a long time since anyone complimented you or your appearance. You opened your mouth as if you wanted to say something, but after a while you remembered the situation you were in and frowned again. She is your enemy. „Shut up” You groaned, unable to hold in the pain any longer. You lowered your head and clenched your eyes and teeth. When you looked at your hand, entirely stained with blood, you shuddered. Mizu watched your reaction very carefully. Deep down, she admired you for still having the nerve to tell her to shut up despite bleeding profusely and being on the verge of death. She's strong. She’s beautiful. “I’m taking you with me,” Mizu said sternly, as she approached you. She lifted you, her enemy into her arms.

Her closest enemy. Oh, how she adored you.

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sophswritingthings · 5 months

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Mizu and her gf with a 4 or 5 year old daughter who basically plays match maker without knowing it. Reader leaves the room for a minute or two to make some more tea and the little girl just turns to Mizu and is like ‘are you gonna marry mama?’ or ‘are you my other mama now?’ and basically forces Mizu to think about her feelings for reader, but Mizu is stubborn and doesn’t want to admit it or act on it because she doesn’t think reader would feel the same way. But one day someone (who is like boss hamata) comes and forcefully takes reader because of whatever reason and she immediately shoves her child into Mizu’s arms because she trusts Mizu, and this is when Mizu realizes that she needs to confess. So then she saves reader and it’s a happy ending yippie ‼️ (if this is too much feel free to cut it down or remove some parts😭) Ps i love your Mizu fics

pairing: mizu x fem!reader

warning(s): kidnapping (this is fanfiction what did you expect), swearing, blood, mentions of injury/wounds

a/n: the child playing matchmaker and making mizu propose to you 🥹

summary: mizu lives with you, and your young daughter. one day, your daughter asks if she is going to marry you; and she takes a step back to look at her feelings and your relationship. and when your kidnapped, all of that comes into play.

word count: 992 words / 5,300 characters

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“I’ll be back,” you murmur in that soft voice; gathering yourself to your feet and exiting the room.

now, mizu was left with your daughter, one that she had promised you she’d love as her own—if you wanted her to.

mizu glanced over, seeing the toddler tugging on her clothes.

“hm?” she hummed, casting her blue gaze at the young one.

“are you gonna marry mama?” she cocked her head, hugging a small patterned crane close to her chest, “are you gonna be my new mama?”

mizu was taken aback by the question, gazing down at the little girl. she didn’t want to upset her by giving her an answer she didn’t want.

“I don’t know,” she whispered. her words were true. she, truly, didn’t know. she pulled the girl onto her lap, “do you want me to?”

the girl giggled, smiling softly as she kissed mizu’s cheek. “mhm!”

mizu chuckled, ruffling her hair. the girls words made her think—did she want that? did you want that? if she asked.. which, she wanted to—would you say yes?

she didn’t want to be rejected. god, that scared her.

she knew of your past marriage; how it failed and left you and your girl out in the cold when she was so so young.

she didn’t want to bring up past memories—bad memories, at that. and would you be comfortable ever being married again?

she had no answer to any of these questions; well, unless she asked you directly.

and she definitely wasn’t doing that.

she sighed, looking up to see you entering the room.

“you alright, my darling?” you call to her, cocking your head as you placed the tray of tea on the ground.

“I am… alright,” she responded, giving you a little smile as you handed her the tea.

“and how’s my little angel, mm?” you laughed, watching as your daughter reached for you with open arms.

you took her happily, hugging her to your chest with a smile.

boom—

you looked up in shock, the loud booming coming for your door. you hugged your child instinctively, shielding her from any harm.

mizu gathered herself to her feet. she was in no mindset or condition to fight, but for you, she would do anything.

“stay in here,” she commanded, stepping out into the hallway to be greeted by many a samurai.

they were looking for her, if she could guess. the blue eyed onryō that cut through shindo dojo without one care.

she pushed her glasses up her nose.

drawing her sword, she tapped it against the ground—the sound loud and screeching. that would stop them for only a moment, a moment she couldn’t waste.

she threw herself into the heat of the battle; but was almost immediately thrown to the floor.

her head wasn’t in the right place—nor was her body.

“mizu! mizu!” your voice was shrill, screaming her name until she was able to get up from the floor and get to you. in an instant, she realized your situation, held back by the guards—your child in your arms.

that was until you shoved the girl into her arms.

her eyes were wide.

“take care of her, please, mizu,” you say through a sob, your face bloody. “I-I love you both.”

“don’t say sh— things like that like you’re dying, (y/n),” mizu hissed. maybe she was helpless at the moment; but she would rip through hell and heaven just to secure your safety.

“I very well may,” you chuckle weakly. “just.. care for her.”

and with that; you’re ripped away from her.

she watched as the guards tore you away. tore your family apart.

they weren’t here for her. they never were—they were here for you.

she had an idea what it was about—they looked like the shogun’s guards.

so—to edo she’d go. she would go to edo and rip through the entirety of that damn shogun’s army to get to you.

It took days. days of traveling with a young child in her arms to get to edo; but it would be worth it in the end. she’d find you, and take you home, and..

maybe tell you exactly how she felt about you.

she was getting ahead of herself, though. she hadn’t even reached the castle yet.

she wasn’t sure it would take long, though, the guards were trained with methods she’d perfected and learned how to beat.

she had handed the young girl off to a woman for the night, paying her handsomely for the task.

she wasn’t bringing a child so close to something so traumatizing. to possibly see her mother..

no, mizu possibly couldn’t think like that. you were alive, she felt it in her chest.

slicing through the guards, she found herself at the mouth to the castle. and soon, she’d find herself in the heart—you tied up and beaten.

she always loved the way your eyes lit up when you saw her; but not now. you’re face was bloody, scratches down your cheeks and what looked to be a stab wound through your stomach.

the shogun was no where to be found—nor his personal guards, seeing as they assumed you weren’t going anywhere.

she walked over to you, her hands caressing your bloody face.

“my love,” she whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead as she unshackled you—taking you in her arms. “you’ll be okay. I am here now.”

you weakly nestled into her arms, squirming at the pain pulsing through your body.

“now.. may not be the most—appropriate time for this, yet—” she took in a sharp breath, “I love you, (y/n). I cannot breathe when you are not in my arms; would you do me the honor of.. being my wife..?”

you weakly nodded, mumbling so something of an “I love you” back to her.

now all she had to do was patch you up, buy you something nice, and make you her wife. than you’d truly be a family.

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a/n: the writing got a bit sloppy at the end because I am tired

#mizu x you #mizu x reader #mizu blue eye samurai #mizu #blue eyed samurai #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #x reader #ask #asked and answered #fic request #request

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rinandsketches · 5 months

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Still on the train of thought about Blue Eye Samurai. I been seeing people really diss Taigen so...Let's talk about him.

I'm going into a dive into his character cause people only see a bully that might have a toxic relationship to Mizu. I'm going to dive in from start to finish and give my theories and takes on this fisher man's son to where he is know.

Beginning in episode 1-

So..I'm pretty sure everyone's first reaction was like mine. We wanted this guy to be knocked down a peg. Meeting him as that one kid bully who was going to take things to far with a rock. In the adult years he has worked hard and managed to get not only high honors but the love of a princess.

I kinda ship Mizu and Taigen (sue me) but this one episode is where people draw their conclusions to judge off Taigen as mostly irredeemable. He's proud, cocky, a brat, and he openly cheats on Akemi with some girls while celebrating his engagement, he was arrogant, proud of it and had every right to be, this is proof by the size of top not. its bigger then the rest of the students, literally showing his importance as the top samurai in the dojo. Placing my cards on the table here, if Mizu had not shown up, Taigen would have just become like Akemi's father. Its a small hint by the father stating that he also started small and worked hard like Taigen, seeing himself in Taigen.

What saved him was Mizu.

The duel happened and his chonmage was cut off by Mizu. She stripped everything from Taigen. Yet he is a prideful guy, he goes out to try and get back what his. I think the spot where his hair was cut is a way to show he is now ,not only a member of the outcast as a disgraced warrior, but he was ready to regrow again.

during his adventure with Mizu, fighting with her (alongside and against her), his wants begins to change. I don't know how many people noticed this but Taigen's hair does grow back by the last two episodes which is in the span of a few days or Possible a week. It could signal the new change in Taigen, he's softer to Mizu, less arrogant, and despite his feelings towards the fact Akemi is married he still saves her husband. Now he did get mad at Mizu and its kind of understandable, they have been at the forge for a week and she didn't say anything about Akemi and Fowler's plan until much later. Depsite that he fights with her against fowler.

This leads to the final scene with Taigen,

After everything single God damn thing he been through, he's reached this point. As Mizu said, he's not good but he can be great. She was not referring to his combat skills, she was talking about his character. Taigen also comes to figure this out, he doesn't need to be good with a blade to be great nor does he want to. If this had been episode 1 Taigen, I believe he would have thrown a fit if Akemi told him she wanted not be with him instead he must have took her back to her husband before leaving.

To sum up: yes, Taigen was a jackass, and an arrogant one to boot. I believe he was looking for a way to be happy with the options he had. Clearly it wasn't easy for him growing up, as Mizu probably thinks. Speaking of Mizu, the two need to have a conversation. Taigen definitely has regrets about not making her life easy, but Mizu also needs to begin a forgiving process. Its safe to say Mizu has a hard time letting things go..so it might take a while before the two can let their past go and continue to grow as people, and possible companions.

#blue eye samurai #mizu x taigen #taigen

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kaladinkholins · 4 months

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hear me out. delusional post-canon taimizu idea. after mizu gets her revenge and helps akemi secure her position in the palace mizu retires and uses her mercenary money and whatever payment akemi gives her as thanks to buy a secluded land and house, maybe in the mountains or something. and ringo is there too because of course!

and every day she forges weapons and tends to her little bit of land feeding chickens and raising horses and training and meditating. every so often they get visitors who come to seek training from mizu and/or a sword made by her hand. and i like to imagine that mizu's presentation is still fluid so she'll dress feminine and let her hair down at night or on days when no visitors are around, and dress masculine and presenting as a man when accepting visitors. all in all it's peaceful and it's familiar and she is content with her level of freedom and this restricted contact with the outside world

and in this scenario (since it's taking place in my own imagined post-canon), mizu has already duelled taigen and there was the whole gender reveal too, and there may or may not have been drama but ultimately taigen was still her ally and helped in her revenge quest. but because taigen is taigen and all about following societal rules, he never quite knew how to navigate his feelings for mizu (who goes against ALL societal expectations) and so he never quite acted on his feelings and mizu with her deep self-hatred just figured that he didn't like her that way. so when she got the chance after finishing her quest and everything, she just left him a farewell note before cutting off all ties.

but of course taigen is a whipped mf who can NOT just let mizu go so of course he spends like. years. searching for mizu and pestering akemi for information before he FINALLY finds the abode of the legendary blue-eyed swordsman

so when he arrives mizu's life is now up-turned. reluctantly she greets him as her visitor because he's "travelled very far and he's very hungry" so as courtesy she has to feed him and besides it's late and it's snowy and ringo insists that taigen stay so reluctantly she lets him stay over.

so taigen stays. and mizu tells herself it's JUST for ringo's sake. cuz ringo is obviously happy to have an old friend over (and mizu feels a little guilty here because she feels that by staying by her side he's forced to also adhere to her reclusive lifestyle despite enjoying friendships and fun). and she watches ringo and taigen having fun sparring from afar before taigen notices her watching and throws her a sword and challenges her to a spar.

and then as mizu starts fighting taigen again something lights up in her again and like man she has forgotten what this felt like. because sure she practices every day and she always spars with her students and with ringo, but this is taigen. he challenges her and goads her on and with them fighting is a dance, a play, an art.

and of course it ends with mizu handing taigen's ass to him and they're both flushed and breathless and they can't tear their eyes away from each other and there's all this TENSION and the only thing that forces them to both remember their surroundings is ringo cheering mizu on from the sidelines, thus interrupting their prolonged erotic eye contact

and before she realises it taigen is staying another night, and another. and her traitorous heart likes him around, enjoys his company, their banter, their playful duels.

and i like to imagine taigen tricking her to spar only for it to devolve into tickle fight because taigen is a childish brat looking for any way to one-up her, but also he wants her to loosen up a little and this definitely takes off guard and then they're both giggling and rolling around like kids until they get interrupted again by like some other visitor who's come to request a sword from her

SO ANYWAY fast forward and eventually taigen moves in and now when visitors come over they get training from mizu AND taigen and everyone basically knows theyre fucking but since theyre two men nobody bats an eye the end send post

EDIT: I have written a fic out of this premise which you can read here :)

#blue eye samurai #mizu x taigen #taigen x mizu #taimizu #i do wanna make this a fic but im too busy honk shoo honk shoo snrrrk mi mi mi mi #i hope this is coherent. apologies if not. brain empty only taimizu #shut up haydar #scribblings.txt #fandom.rtf #edit: coming back to tag this as ->#a new ember taimizu fic

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mizusno1wife · 5 months

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The Samurai and the Warrior [part 1]

Pairing: mizu x fem!reader

warnings: gore-ish?

Summary: warrior who is set on a path to kill one of abijah fowlers partners gets injured, is found by ringo and mizu and is taken in and healed, then tags along, and falls in love w mizu. I think that’s pretty much it cuz I don’t wanna spoil it >:]

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I sat on the ground of the forest floor that was currently drown in snow, my hot blood falling gracefully, staining the snow below me. I make no attempt to stop the bleeding,

‘if death has come for my soul, so be it’ the warrior thought,

I look around me, my eyes flitting over the bodies behind me, each blurring the longer I look, I feel the world spinning, crashing upon me. I close my eyes and let the darkness consume me.

“Where are we going master? Oooo I heard there was an amazing soba place near here, can we stop. Oh that reminds me, can we stop for food, I’m really hungry, did you hear that, it’s my stomach!”

Mizu rolled her eyes at the young man’s rambling, not answering his questions, she continued on her journey, having given up long ago telling rings to ‘shut it’.

“Master, look!” Ringo gasped from behind her

Mizu lifted her head looking forward to see what ringo was pointing at. At least 50 sliced bodies lay before them, the snow drenched in their dirty blood. The dark haired samurai drew her sword, in case the attacker was still near.

“Stay here”

she said to ringo over her shoulder as she hopped off her horse, to inspect the situation.

The samurai stalked the graveyard of soldiers, some still had blood pouring from them, meaning it was recent and the clearly skilled samurai was still near.

As she looked around, she heard a sudden shout from behind her,

“Master, over here!”

Her head shot to ringo, who had clearly disobeyed her orders, standing over a body, one that appeared to be living by some miracle. She walked over to where ringo was, she stared at the masked face before her as ringo checked for a pulse.

‘So this is the samurai who killed these men’

“They have a pulse! Can we bring her with us? I need to heal her, please” ringo begged

Mizu let out an annoyed grunt, “fine”

“Yay!” Ringo yelped

My eyes fluttered open weakly, I started to gain a sense of my surroundings,

‘Where am I?’

I was leaned up against the back of someone on a horse

‘Who is this’

My thoughts were racing through my minded, pounding against my skull.

I groaned, moving my hand to the deep cut on my side that had been mysteriously bandaged.

As I groaned the person in front of me turned their head, at the same time a loud voice came from behind me.

“Hello! My name is ringo, and this is my master, we found you back there passed out, but we wanted to make sure you were ok so we brought you with us!” The tall oaf yelled.

I groaned again, his words beating against my brain like a chant from hell, god I hate headaches.

“Be quiet ringo” the dark haired man, said from in front of me.

Was all I heard as I began to pass out again with a groan.

“…. Do you think they heard me?”

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From yours truly, moth 💖

#mizu blue eye samurai #mizu x reader #mizu #writing #gay #akemi #taigen #blue eye samurai

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fallingskiesandrisingseas · 5 months

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Dear all,

I've been watching Netflix's BLUE EYE SAMURAI and I'm in love! And I know we are going to get a season two and that Mizu's origins will probably be explained much more but I wanted to give you some headcanon already. Here's how I think Mizu came to be. ________________________________________

Mizu's mother knew she was damned from the moment she laid eyes on the handsome foreigner.

Later, when it all went to hell, she'd often wondered why she fell for him so swiftly, so loudly. She cursed herself for not being able to control herself, but deep down, she knew why.

Those blue eyes.

All of her friends and suitors had dark eyes, nearly black. Her people, from lowly farmers to extravagant prostitutes, had eyes like the night. Eyes that could hide so much.

Once, left unattended, she had wandered the halls of her family urban estate, ventured beyond the walls of their dwelling at night. There was a large party going on in the town square, her parents were in attendance. She easily slipped the mind of her supervisor, an old woman that didn't dare tell her parents she was becoming too blind to take care of a six-year old.

From the shadows, a beggar had emerged, eager to take a hostage, already spending the money he'd get from her ransom.

His brown eyes had been filled with darkness.

She still remembered the panic, running away from him. He caught her all the same. What chance did a six year old have against a grown man?

She could fell his bad breath on her face as he squeezed her against his torso uncomfortably.

"I'm going to make a lot of money from you, little girl."

She screamed.

Then she felt blood splattering on her face as a samurai cut down her attacker.

"What were you doing out on your own?" he asked, kneeling down to meet her eyes. His blade was still wet with blood.

"I just wanted to... see the party..." she stammered,

"You can't!" The man sheated his sword. "Danger is everywhere for a girl like you. Do not forget that."

Her parents didn't let her go out much after that. The old lady was fired, the samurai promoted.

She'd never forgotten those dark dark eyes. But she hadn't stopped wandering, either.

Growing up a noble was quite boring. Other children could play; she had lessons in kaligraphy, weaving, economics. She was taught to read and write, how to ride horses. She snuck into the library often, reading the mightiest tales of adventure.

"A lady must know how to sew" a younger copy of the blind woman told her, when she pricked herself with a needle again. Her hair was raven black still, her hands steady.

"You are of an age to be wed now, miss. You need to be careful."

Angry, she'd stormed off to the library.

The samurai, who was now much older, gray showing in his beard, her father's most trusted advisor and most important bureaucrat, had found her there an hour later sitting on the floor reading a book.

"What are you doing in here?"

"Hiding."

"Why?"

"I don't want to marry."

"You will have to. Not long from now, too"

"Spare me the lecture on duty. I'm not in the mood. "

He crouched down, looked somber. "You will have to get better at getting in the mood, then. There are few choices for a lady like you, unfortunately."

She sneered. "So I just do whatever my dad wants. Marry whoever he chooses?"

The old man shook his head. "I'm sorry. Love is not in the cards for you, milady. That's the way it is."

The young girl turned her head, refusing to look him in the eye. "You're no better than the man you saved me from, all those years ago."

The old man sighed, then stood up.

"You know nothing of suffering, milady. You've lived your entire life with food in your stomach, servants to satisfy your every whim. I pray you will learn to appreciate what you have."

"I will appreciate marrying a powerful man for my dad's influence, sure."

"Just promise me one thing."

She looked at him.

"Do not forget danger."

"I promise, wise one."

He rolled his eyes, turned around. Then he walked away. It was the last time she saw him.

And despite his warning, despite her reassurance to heed danger, she'd forgotten to do just that.

During a long boring night of trying to find a suitor, half a week later, Mizu's mother slipped out of the estate, made her way to the town square.

Her supervisor, younger this time, didn't know the estate like she did, found her attention elsewhere and then couldn't find the girl once refocussed.

She went to the town square once again. This time, there was no samurai to save her. He'd been called away, there was conflict somewhere.

She took a cup of strong liquor out of someone's hands, danced. The village was watching in disgust. A lady shouldn't behave like that. The noblemen weren't even near the dancing crowd.

In Japan, modesty was virtue.

But the man she danced with that night wasn't Japanese.

He was loud and brazen and blue-eyed. He knew he wanted her the second he saw her.

"How are you tonight, lady?" he asked her, elegantly adjusting to her rhythm.

He was a foreigner, but she didn't care much about that. His Japanese was heavy, each word pronounced with a heavy drawl. His hands were strong.

"I'm doing well, lord."

"Could I have this dance?" he asked.

Bold. Foreign.

Exiting.

She looked into his eyes. In the dim light, they seemed to shine.

She gave him her hand.

"Yes."

They danced and danced and then she found herself underneath him. He made her see stars. She was never allowed to watch those, back home. He was a powerful man, that she knew from the clothes she tore off his body, but he was kind.

When they were lying on the bed afterwards, her slowly drawing circles on his chest, she asked him what he did for a living.

He smiled. "I trade."

Suddenly, all the alarm bells were ringing. White traders in Japan were normally not smooth-skinned talkers like this. They were criminals, trading drugs and weapons.

And flesh.

"I need to leave" she said, attempting to get out of the bed.

His hands pressed down on her slightly, but commanding. "I don't think you do."

His eyes, warm hours before, were cold now. Not sea, but sheets of ice.

She didn't escape his grasp again. No samurai, no mentor, no one to save her, nor the baby that was developing in her belly.

For 4 years, she was taken around Japan. She was beautiful, yes, and young. She found ways to make herself... "useful". Her parents had stopped looking for her. The old samurai died in his bed, wondering where she was.

She and her child were neglected, but not starved. She lived a life in a cage on the second floors of large castles while her white devil traded lives, drugs and guns. While he terrorized Japan. Her only contact was with a woman of old age.

A woman of her age, she corrected. She wasn't young anymore. Not like she used to be. A kind woman, doing her best to take care of the mother and daughter.

This was not the life she wished on her child. Mizu, she'd named her. Water. After the ocean in her eyes.

One faithful day, she saw her white captor come home with another girl. She knew it wouldn't be long before she'd fall for him too.

Before her and her little baby were no longer kept around for entertainment. She needed to act, and needed to act now.

Before he decided to turn her into one of the trophies she saw hanging on the wall.

She knew of a village, by the sea. Far away from Edo, out of reach for the white bastard. Best fish in the area. She'd been there, once.

She also knew that the front door was locked with a large key only the white devil had access to.

She knew he liked it ugly. She knew where he kept his stash of ryu.

One day, when the woman came to take care of her, she made her case.

"Please help us get out of here" she begged the lady. But she shook her head.

"I can't. He'll kill me, and there is nowhere we can go. "

"Please! Haven't you seen what he does to the other kids once they are old enough to talk?"

The woman nodded. His other bastard children lived in cages, three levels lower, or were sold into slavery once they were old enough. Mizu, a pretty and blue-eyed Japanese girl, would earn the white devil a fortune.

"I'll think about it."

For two weeks, the servant struggled. It was the right thing to do, right?. But it could get her killed. She twisted and turned in her bed. Those blue eyes...

After two weeks she'd made up her mind.

"I can't help you. I'm sorry."

"Please. You have to. He'll kill us."

"I can't take you both!" She screamed. Too scared, too cowardly. Too weak to carry the woman.

"Please, at least take her. Take her and go far from here." Her mother pleaded. "I'll pay you to take care of her. "He keeps his money.."

"I know where he keeps his money!" The lady screamed. "Don't you think I want to get out of here too?"

The mother's voice broke. "Please. I'll do anything. I don't want this life for Mizu."

She took off her necklace. Expensive. Gold.

"Here. Sell this. I'll distract him so you can get to the key. But please, take care of Mizu."

The caretaker looked at the jewelry. It was refined gold, a large gem in the middle. She'd be able to sell that for a lot of money. Live in the countryside with a child, the one thing life had denied her.

"What about you?"

The woman smiled. She lifted the hem of her shirt. A large black spot showed, just below her ribcage. Red streaks were already creeping up her arms.

"He hit me three days ago. Had all his rings on. Broke the skin, and he didn't clean his hands after trading opium."

The older woman looked, in shock. "What... what does.."

"I'll be dead soon. Too weak to make an escape myself. But I'll distract the white devil. Just promise me she will be safe."

The old woman nodded, pocketed the necklace. "I promise."

"His gold is in a locker. 5.000 ryu. You'll need to bribe the guard and get passage away from here."

She nodded, planning her escape. The two women looked at each other. About the same age, one weakened by sepsis, the other terrified of the life ahead of her.

"Thank you"

They nodded to each other.

Three hours later, she sat nearly naked at the dinner table, hands shaking. Mizu was with the other woman, ready to run.

When the white man came in, fresh from the port, he looked suprised. But then he grinned, slid his hands over her exposed shoulders. "What are you doing, darling?."

She shivered. It wasn't cold. "I want to please you, lord."

He lifted her out of her seat, her breast pressing against his chest as she messed with his belt. Her hands were shaking so bad she couldn't get it open.

"You Japanese woman are all the same. Whores for white cock."

The other woman snuck into the bedroom as the white man had his way with her on the table.

She lifted the key off the hinges, hid the baby in her robes, took the gold.

She disappeared like a thief in the night.

"WHERE IS MY GOLD!?" the white man thundered the day after. The sound boomed through the castle, reached the woman in her cell, woke her up.

He stormed in, smacked her in the face. "Where!?"

She smiled at him. She had a high fever, could feel death approaching. She would soon meet her old samurai again. "You'll never find it. "

The white man pulled a knife. His blue eyes were cold as ice. "Where is the kid, then? The blue eyed bastard?"

"She'll never be a slave. And you won't sell her."

She felt the tip of his blade open the skin of her throat. "Tell me!" he commanded.

"You'll never find her, and I won't tell you."

He let her go, roared.

When the blade came down, she was smiling.

#blue eyed samurai #mizu #netflix #meta #headcanon #origin #blue eye samurai

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stuckinthewrongworld · 6 months

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Name

Bermuda Marin

Crew Name

The Brass-Knuckle Pirates

Affiliation

The Straw Hat Pirates

The Heart Pirates

The Red Hair Pirates

Occupation(s)

Scout

Nicknames

Wave Rider

Water Baby

Mizu

Origin

The North Blue

Residence

N/A

Alias(es)

N/A

Epithet

“Wave Rider” Marin

Status

Alive

Age

PreTime Skip: 22

Post Time Skip: 24

Birthday

March 2nd

Height

5’ 8”

Bounty

1,000,000

Eye Color

Aqua Blue

Hair Color

Dirty Blonde

Body Type

Average, but broad

Sexuality

Straight

Species

Human

Alignment

Chaotic Good

Appearance

Marin is built bigger than most girls, being on the broader side, but is somewhat in shape. Marin’s skin is always tanned from spending time out in the sun and she has freckles crossing her face and shoulders. Her hair is curly and dirty blonde in color. Pre-time skip her hair is around her shoulder blade in length. Post time skip she cuts her hair to right under her shoulder length and pulls it half up in a messy bun. She keeps a slid cut in her left eyebrow. Marin’s eyes are turquoise blue, just like the sea waters she is named after. During the time skip Marin gauges her ears to a size 4.

Marin has several scars. Pre-time skip, she has a large scar running the majority of the length of her right shin. Marin obtained this scar when she was running away from home and she slipped on some sharp rocks. She also has a small scar on the inside of her left middle finger, but she can’t remember what caused this scar. Post-time skip Marin has a roundish scar on the top of her left hand from where she was punctured during a fight before she could activate her Devil Fruit Power. She also obtains a new scar that goes the opposite way across her right shin from banging her leg into a box on the ship.

Personality

Marin is on the quiet side, especially around new people. Once you’re friends with her though, she will do anything for you. Marin is usually the friend that is left hanging towards the back, but she uses this to be observant to things going on around her. Marin tries her hardest to be nice to everyone, but once you screw her over, she’s done with you. Marin is honest to a fault, sometimes more than she should be, but you’ll never have to guess where you stand with her.

Friends/Allies

The Straw Hat Pirates

The Heart Pirates

The-Red Haired Pirates

The Kid Pirates

Enemies

The Marines/ The Navy

The World Government

Love Interest

Trafalgar D. Water Law

Love Status

Crushing on each other, but both too nervous to make the first move.

Powers and Abilities:

Devil Fruit

The Jabu Jabu No Mi/ The Splash-Splash Fruit

Devil Fruit Type

Logia

Description of Fruit

The Jabu Jabu No Mi or Splash Splash Fruit is bright blue in color and covered in multiple swirls. In the right light, the color seems to change like the colors of the ocean. The stem somewhat resembles a faucet spout.

Being a Logia Type, this allows Marin to literally become water. Marin can also control water. Post-time skip, she has figured out how to heal with water as well. One of her more deadly attacks is creating water and surrounding her enemy’s head so they cannot breathe. She doesn't like to use this maneuver, but she will as a last ditch attack.

Haki Type(s)

None

Weapons/Accessories

-Marin does not have any weapons, but she has a water pouch that she carries extra water in.

-The necklace Marin wears was made by her best friend, Kelpie (a mermaid), The mermaids around the island where Marin grew up were able to make beautiful ocean colored stones, adorning their bodies with them.

-Duing the 2 year time skip, Marin runs into Kelpie again and she makes her a pair of gauges to match her necklace.

Likes

-Marin loves to swim and loves the water in general. Before eating her Devil Fruit, Marin spent more time in water than on land.

-Pickles. Will take anyone’s pickles that do not want them.

-Laying out on the beach.

-Napping.

-Kickboxing.

-Reading.

Dislikes

-Early mornings/ waking up.

-Fish/ Seafood.

-Running.

History

Marin grew up on a small island in the North Blue that was famous for their agriculture. Marin’s family owned a prominent farm that her father and younger brother were heavily involved in. Marin had more interest in swimming and spending time in the gorgeous waters that surrounded the area. Marin became an excellent swimmer, rivaling even some of the mermaids that lived in the surrounding waters. When she was young, Marin made friends with a mermaid named Kelpie and they would play together all the time. Marin’s parents were not happy about this, being lowkey racist towards any race that was not human. People on this particular island were not fans of spending time on the water, as their livelihood came from the land. Once her parents found out that Marin’s best friend was a mermaid, they did whatever they could to keep Marin away from the waters and away from Kelpie. Marin would sneak out to swim and play with Kelpie. Marin’s parents found her sneaking out one day and threw her in a locked room with no windows. Marin would only be let out to use the restroom.

Rumors began to spread that Marin had to be half-Fishman or half-mermaid for as much as she loved the water. This pissed Marin’s mother off, causing her father to accuse her of cheating, even though that was not the case. Marin’s mother and father fought constantly and ended up taking it out on Marin, especially after these rumors came out. Marin’s parents heard about Devil Fruits one day and how people who consumed them could not be in the water. Marin’s mother and father sought out a Devil Fruit and were able to find a vendor who was trying to get rid of one. Once they found this Devil Fruit, they stopped feeding Marin and only put the Devil Fruit in the room with her. Her parents jested at her that she could only come out once she ate the Devil Fruit. Marin had heard about how Devil Fruit users could no longer swim, so she held out for as long as she could before finally caving and eating the Splash Splash Fruit. Marin was so hungry, she did not care how awful it tasted and ate the whole fruit. Marin’s mother and father laughed the entire time they were letting her out of the room.

As soon as she was released, Marin ran to the sea to find Kelpie. Marin cried as she told Kelpie what had happened to her and how she could no longer swim. Marin was so depressed knowing that she could never swim she tried to throw herself into the water. Kepie stopped her and said that she would always save her, no matter how many times Marin tried to get into the water. Kelpie made Marin one of her clan’s famed necklaces that looked like the sea, that way she would always have a piece of the ocean with her, even though she could no longer swim like she wanted.

The next few years were torture. Marin’s parents and brother would taunt her about no longer being able to swim. Marin eventually figured out what her Devil Fruit power was and was happy that it still connected her to water. In secret, Marin would practice honing her skills down at a hidden spot on the beach with Kelpie. Marin eventually learned how to manipulate water to be able to walk on and surf on it. Marin’s parents never figured out what her Devil Fruit abilities were until the night she ran away, not being able to take their torment anymore. Her mother and father tried to hold Marin back but she was able to slip through their fingers by turning into water. Cussing her, her father pulled a gun. Scared, Marin manipulated water to surround both her mother and father’s heads, submerging them and keeping them from breathing. Panic coated their faces, especially her mother, as her mother hated even getting her head wet while bathing. Marin said she would let them live if they let her leave and never looked for her. Her parents finally agreed, so Marin dropped the water and ran. Marin ran to the beach and surfed over the water and away from the island. Kelpie accompanied Marin until she ran into the Baratie, where she passed out from exhaustion.

Zeff found Marin and Kelpie explained to him what had happened. When Marin came to, Sanji offered Marin food to help her get her energy back. Marin thanked Sanji and he tried to flirt with both her and Kelpie, moreso Kelpie. Zeff told Marin that Kelpie explained her story and asked what her plan was. Marin explained that she had nowhere to go and no money. Zeff offered Marin a job on the Baratie and she happily accepted, doing odd jobs around the restaurant.

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The first episode of Blue Eye Samurai "Hammersmith" uses framing, blocking, edit, and depth of field to "Show Don't Tell" how important hair is, personally and culturally.

First, Mizu is framed wide approaching the river, so we know (and we know she knows) she's alone, before she uncovers her head, and lets her hair down.

Mizu's hair coming down 'match cuts' to Princess Akemi's hair (also down, and in the same place in frame) as she brushes it.

Akemi's scene continues to be about hair, here tied somewhat closer to aesthetics and beauty. As Akemi examines her reflection, we see her in the mirror, while close to camera her hair takes up fully half of frame.

Akemi compares herself to a drawing, bits of which we see in extreme closeup. She pulls her hair up and smiles . . . then drops it with a sigh.

As Akimi's smile and hair both fall, cut to Taigen - whom we last saw on the ground as Mizu's sword whooshed towards him.

Between Taigen and the camera, fully in focus while Taigen is soft, lies a knot of hair.

Taigen reaches and grabs it as he sits up, focus shifting to his head and making it clearer that the pale circle we saw is his scalp - because Mizu cut his topknot off!

As Taigen turns, showing his bald spot again, focus racks to the three men who turn their backs and walk away, demonstrating he is dishonoured because of losing his fight and his hair.

By featuring hair in different ways, centring and (literally) focusing on it in three different context, Blue Eye Samurai doesn't need any dialogue in these scenes to *clearly* tell us about the importance of hair in this world.

#blue eye samurai #show don't tell #editing #animation #match cut #directing TV #shot zero #Instagram

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shimmersmuts · 1 month

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In the same game but different plays.

"Had anyone called you a bitch!" "Besides you, no." Mizu dryly said back.

The two females fall out had taken place only the previous night. They had travelled from midnight to dusk, and how Mizu could take the hard labour of the road- her companion's scornful mouth was of a bigger challenge.

Ringo had tried to keep the peace between the two woman but every time he speaks both of them, more then once, told him not to intervene.(Not suddle either.) He felt like a child traveling with his divorce parents.

Amari had been gagged twice, once so tight she almost died. She threatened to take her life if Mizu did not ungag her, which Mizu did consider a good option but Amari had something no one else has.. the identity and location of all the white men in japan.

"I'm tired, let's rest for now." Mizu stares up at the gloomy sky. A fierce thunderstorm was heading their way, and she knew they needed their strengthfor when it hits. Her companion's were grateful for the rest. Pour Ringo had been dragging the cart with Amari on it throughout the night.

The mountains had a dark cloud close to black. It frighten all three of them. It was only open road and heavy snow as far as the eye could see. If a storm hit they had no idea where they would find shelter from it. "I think we should hide in a cave. That strom will claim our lives." "I can't remember speaking was an option for you." Amari wanted to protest but her last fight with Mizu ended with a horrible bruise on her eye and forehead. She did not want to be knocked unconscious again.

Mizu gave Ringo order to watch over Amari as she will search for something for them to eat. "If she opens her mouth, cut her deep. I don't care where as long it's deep." The two ladies scornfully glared at each other but even though Amari was tied down, she was bloodthirsty for Mizu.

She will get her fair share of justice.

Mizu went to find any animal or any form of food. It was the deep winter she knew the odds were against her in finding growing food, but hopefully a animal would lurk in the forest.. even though the forest looked deserted from all inhabitants.

Amari stared at the big gaint Ringo for moments on end and it made the 'dumblingman, ('as she had called him a few times,) extremely nervous. "Would you quiet staring!" He dropped the fire wood he had gathered. Amari rolled her vibrant hazel eyes at him.

Her stare alone could make men pee she knew but what did the giant expect her to do? She was tied up against a tree with only him as entertainment. "Does my gaze make you uncomfortable?" "Yes, as it makes everyone uncomfortable!" He bluntly explained but it made her chuckle.

A small sense of amusement filled her heart in knowing she still had some effect on those around her. Captive or not.

Amari found his discomfort as appealing as sugar to a child. "Sorry dumplingman, did not think you could feel." "Of course I can feel!" "Your traveling with a demon, what did you expect me to think!" She wrathfully screamed but to her great surprise Ringo took a knife and cut her upper arm.

Amari winch of the pain but doesn't scream, only again scornfully stared at the man. "Now be silent or the next cut will be your throat!" Ringo left her to restart the fire.

Amari stared at the dark cloud again. She first hand knew how bad a storm so deep west could get. Even thought Amari did not want to she had to try another approach. Small fake tears went down her cheeks. She sobs softly and tried to hide her tears but Ringo saw and his soft heart could not ignore the surprise display of emotion. "Are you crying?" "NO!"

Ringo sees her once harden features now softer than snow itself. Amari had mastered the art of impression and perception. She looked like a delicate flower even bruise and hurt. Her sharp eyes now shimmering. Her dark copper hair, in many soft curls and that delicate face so angelic it could bring armies to their knees.

Ringo softly bended in front of her and asked why she was sorrowful but Amari told him to leave, knowing he would refuse. "Please, I don't like seeing people cry." He gave a soft smile. "My master will have my head, I just know this. He gave me a week to kill your master and it's been 8 days already. He will send someone for us all.. and I pay the dearest prize." Her long bangs she used to hide her face.

Amari sobs were fake but seemed so real. It was hard to see someone like this for Ringo. She had bruises, many bruises. Mizu did not hold back when she and Amari fought. Even though Amari wasn't as near in the same level of strength then Mizu.

"I'm sorry, but my master will protect you. All of us. Master is a excellent warrior, had not been defeated." "Your master may be called a demon but she's as much woman as me. Fowler's army is thousand on thousand. Regardless what you believe she will die, so will you and so will I." And for the first time Amari's words were actually not hollow.

For 10 years Amari had been Fowler's prisoner. She first hand knows how ruthless and cruel he could be. The only reason he kept her alive was cause of her pretty face. How sickening it sound he thought her in the art of seduction when she was barely a girl. She learned to play and manipulate man by him and had to perfect the art for almost 6 years now. Amari never want to work for him but when she tried to runaway he always found her and beat her senseless for weeks until she could barely walk or breath. She remembers the cold winters she was tied outside bare naked, with nothing to eat. How the man pissed on her, beated her and used her as less than a human. She was only 11 then.

Amari knew Ringo was a simple mind, there was no use in lying to him. "Run Dumplinman, ran as fast and as far as you can. Leave your master and me. Your master's faith is already design but you could be spared." "And you?" "What about me?" "What about your faith?" "My faith is what my lord decides." She withdrawn from him completely with those words.

Seeing someone defeated and hopeles.. were there anything to say?

Ringo decide to take off his coat and cloak it around Amari. He than continued with the food in silence but does say one thing when he offered her a plate at the end. "You could redesign your own faith, as my master did hers." The faith Ringo had in Mizu was honorable. Amari couldn't understand why he was so content with an doom cause but did admire his believe and warmth. His person was a rarity.

Mizu had been gone for over a few hours but was in no rush to return to the two most annoying people she had ever met. Ringo spoke too often and of the most useless but thoughtful things, but Amari spoke to just get under people's skin.. which she usually got right.

She had found a hot springs and decided to take a moment to rest and relax. The hot water was more than enough for her achying muscles and bruise body. The stapped wound Amari had gave her was the most painful, no one had stabbed her almost clean through with a blunt knife.

Mizu thinks of how she met Amari over a few days ago. Amari came across so delicate and innocent. Soft spoken, meekly and gentle natured. How a Huge mislay it was to her true lioness ways.

Everyone knew of the temptress priestess. A woman that had made army crumble without ever having to take a knife. She only turn all the man against each other until they killed themselves like beserked beast . They would hungrily do as she said like she was some genie in a bottle. Like she beable to grant their deepest, darkest wishes..

even though those wishes were usually what she had between her legs.

Mizu met Amari at madam Kaji's brothel. She claimed to had been a traveler, looking for a place to stay where man could not find her. 'A innocent girl walking into a brothel and all the man preying on her naiveness.' Of course the blue eyed Samurai would protect her, and of course tell her to leave but also would want to keep her save. "She is a evil genius." Mizu soaked deeper into the hot springs.

Mizu wasn't someone that would openly protect someone but Amari knows how to bring out that side of a person. The girl's trick was not limited to men, for Mizu was not one, even though Amari did not know that at the time.

Amari would pretend not to know how to read, getting Mizu to teach her. She would pretend not to know any better about life getting Mizu to aid her every whim. She was so clever, so deceitful.. but Mizu had to wonder was it all deceit?

At times she did see Amari's true nature. When she seduced the gatekeeper to let them in, even though they did not have passes nor did they except money. When she would tell Mizu that kindness is for those who had a easy life, not for those who life wasn't their own. Even when the two rubbed each other's feet and spoke for 2 hours like best friends. But that had to be fake cause after their talk Amari tried to kill her.

Mizu felt foolish. She should've known better than to trust someone again. Her mother, husband and anyone close and dear to her had betrayed her. Only swordfather and Ringo could she trust.. she hoped.

Mizu let her long dark hair rest in the warm hot spring, the water was a complete bliss until she felt a unsteady wave enter into the pool. There she was now also naked, getting into the spring- Mizu's prisoner. "How- how did you get free!" Mizu pulled her sword and pointed it at Amari's neck. She was stunt Amari had escaped and found her.

Amari, naked and bored, looked up at Mizu like she was a stranger blocking her summer sun. "Unless you gonna cut me down, I suggest you to get into the water and have a conversation with me like civil humans" "Why would I do that?" "Cause you said once we were friends, and when you said it I believed you." There those eyes go again.

Whatever Amari had no one else had. She could manipulate you with her eyes alone. Someway always get the right amongt of light in them that made her seem so alluring, it turn minds weak.

But Mizu wasn't going to fall for that again. "We are not friends." She pushed the blade hard against Amari's neck. It was a small cut to make blood run. Amari open her side eye, in the direction of Mizu. "We not? Than this makes it easier!" She splashed a great amount of hot water into Mizu's direction.

The hot water cause a distraction for Amari enough to kick the sword out of Mizu's hand and tackle her to the ground. The two rolled back and forth on one another until Amari had the upper hand and pinned Mizu to the ground.

Mizu had a whole lot of Amari's breast now in her face, before reaching eye level. The whole interaction had Mizu uncomfortable. She was stronger than Amari but not as confident in her naked body to pin the smalled and short build woman down. Amari had a glorious hourglass figure. Breast as big as coconuts, snatched waist and wide hips. No body hair, her copper hair now wet and curler than before. She was a vision in her glory and Mizu couldn't help but notice it.

Mizu blushed, looking up above Amari, instead of what she had seen. "Get off me." "Your strong enough to push me off, so why don't you?" Amaru taunts. Mizu does try but then Amari pulled a knife from beneath a rock. She held it to her throat, freezing Mizu where she laid.

Amari smiled at her small win, finally bested the samurai.

Amari sees Mizu's blush cheeks, she found it sweet and wonder if it was cause of their nudity or for the fact of the hot springs heat still rushing through her body.

"Ringo? Where is he!" Amari rolled her eyes. "He's fine. I told him some sob story and stole his knife. He's sleeping right now. I did nothing to him, only escaped." She swore.

Mizu felt a bit at ease hearing this. "You did not kill him?" "I don't kill innocent." Amari reassure.

Amari sees Mizu's fair skin, dark hair and tall athletic body. Her breast weren't as big as her own but now hard and scrunch up they seem supple.. extremely firm and round.

Mizu sees the on going stare of Amari and quickly pinned the girl down. Now on top, knife thrown away, and completely at Mizu's mercy.

Amari could have now a better view of Mizu. Her small but full mouth, slender cheeks and rounded eyes. Mizu had so many feminine features especially her perfect long legs.. how did Amari never noticed them in the time of her seduction at the brothel. No idiot could mistake Mizu for a men but she did.

"Master master!" Ringo called out from the distant. The boy had awaken and had gone to find Amari. The girl sure just escape but tied him up but it seems he found his way out of the ropes. Ringo sees the two female at the springs, Mizu pinning Amari down.

He blushed at the sight of them but also found the interlink extremely attractive. "Master the prisoner-" "I have her. Pack up camp, we are moving." The rain than started to pour.

Ringo heads back to follow out his orders as Mizu tied up Amari again, with one of her fabrics from her komono. She then threw the girl into the water. Amari tried to keep her face above water regardless if her feet and hands were now tied up. A perfect trap for someone like her.

Amari kept kicking. Just trying to keep her mouth above the water. Her legs the only strength she had. She find her footing on an rock inside the boarder of the springs. Amari sees Mizu's backside turned to her and couldn't help but stare. Back muscles, strong legs, firm bum.. how perfect Mizu was build.

Amari became flushed, knowing this was now the second time she gawked at her enemy..

She felt shame and knew she couldn't do such a thing again. Fowler will have them killed.

Mizu than pulled Amari out of the water when she was near drowning. Amari coughed up much water before being able to breathe normal again. Mizu doesn't give her a second and instead dressed the girl for her. The interaction for both were uncomfortable but yet alluring.

Mizu ties Amari's kimono around her body, tucking away her soft breast inside. Her palm lightly touching Amari's plump round breast. Mizu gulps and Amari noticed this. Even though it was forbidden she was grateful the attraction wasn't one-sided.

Mizu pulled Amari's stocking up her legs and hips, seeing small glimpse of her flower. Her cheeks became even more flushed and it has Amari smirking. "I take you like what you see?" Amari tease but Mizu gave a dead palm stare. "Don't flatter yourself." "I don't need too, your breath says it all." Mizu didn't even realise how intense her breath had become.

She felt embarrassed and looked away, demanding that Amari should stop her game. "We both know our lives is no game!" "But yet you act like a fool." They go back to camp, where it had already started to pour down. Light thunder could be heard from where they stood.

Ringo was trying to hide under a tree but the rain founded the big man from every angle. "We need to move further West, that's where Fowler is." "We will die in this storm. We need a place to stay for the night." Amari protested but Mizu reminds she had no say in the matter. "Excuse me for giving some common senses." Mizu doesn't reply instesd used a apple and stuffed it in Amari's mouth.

Thunder than struct and it was near the mountian they were heading. A chaotic wind blows threw them, each of them feeling the cold in their bones. "Master, I think she's right. We won't be able to travel with her tied up and all our things in this rain." More thunder struct.

Relentless Mizu agree. She knew if she was alone she would had gone forward but she has weak people with her, she needed to think of then aswell. "Fine, let's look for a place to spend the night." "I see your using common senses." Another obnoxious voice stated from behind.

Mizu sees a figure in the distance and quickly drew her sword. Before blood shed could accure the man showed open arms and took off his hood, revealing Teigan of all people.

"Taigen?" "In the flesh, even though you left me for death." He dryly applies. He was still upset for Mizu knocking him out and leaving him in the forest, denying his duel. But he had found them even if it took several days.

Ringo was happy to know Teigan was okay and in some way Mizu was too but not as much. "I said I have a mission." "Well so do I. So again, I wait till you finish you quest. Making sure no one kills you but me." He blunted stated.

Taigen picks up Amari's bag and umbrella, using it to protect only himself from the rain. "This way, there's a small inn near here I know of. We can make it within a hour if we head through here." He start leading the group and they all follow.

Amari hated Teigan using her umbrella as she was being carried like a potato sack over Ringo's shoulder but she was also grateful for him using it. He will be knocked out from the powder soon.

The four reach the inn in a small abandoned town. Taigen alone tried to book them a place but the keeper denies this and tell him to leave. "I had been resting here for years?" "And for years you had also broken everything with your whores. Go to a brothel and spend the night there." The old man rudely chase him away.

The next to try to book a place was Mizu but regardless how much she offered to pay the man wouldn't allow them to enter. "Taigen is not welcome here!" Mizu angry left the Inn and asked Teigan to apologize to the keeper but he refuses. "What did you even do?" "I use to spend nights with girls on my travel here. They were passionate and wild, the most of them. The Inn Keeper had to redo the rooms everytime I left." He gloated.

Mizu than told him he was a savage and shuffed him for his incompetence. This made Teigan feel some offense and ready to fight, duel or just a few needed punches. The two were ready to brawl but Ringo pulled them apart before blows could be given. "You two wanna fight right now? We are soaked to the bones and have no place to sleep or eat!" He scolded the two for the first time.

Amari, left to sit in filthy mud and dirt, looked at her companions and wonder how the gods could had stuck her with such meat heads. She tried to speak threw her rag, getting the attention of the group. Ringo takes her rag off and she could finally spit out the piece of the apple that was stuck in her mouth. "You all are idiots!" Were the first words she decided to announce.

Of course this offended Teigan but Ringo and Mizu had grew accustomed to her insults. She had been calling them Dumplingman and royal bitch for days now.. idiots was in a way a refreshments to the cliche insults.

"Untie me and let me talk to the man. I can get us in." "I rather die." Mizu gave a skeptical glare. Amari doesn't allow this to effect her though. "This is my skill level, princess. I can get him to do as I want." "That's why I don't trust you." "Princess? I guess we all think your delicate." Teigan gloated by Mizu. Mizu only gave him a hard shuff to the back again.

Amari than realise she was one of the rare few in the inner circle to knew that Mizu was female. She wonder if she could use this to her advantage in anyway.

Amari stared at Mizu directly as she spoke, knowing she was the one to convince. "You may not trust me but I have the skill set for the problem at hand. It's or sleep in the rain and get sick, or trust your enemy for a second so BOTH could benefit." Mizu doesn't answer and instead untied Amari. Both Ringo and Mizu giving her skeptical gazes. "You stay near me at all times or else." Mizu warned finally but Amari seemed happy with the arrangement. (A little too happy.)

The gang than walked to the Inn as the Inn Keeper was mopping the pool of water the two previously had left behind. He grew upset seeing them again entering and chase them away but Amari than step between him and them. "I'm sorry sir, forgive me please. My companions only did what they believed was best." She gave him a wholesone smile.

Seeing her rosy lips and cheeks, fair skin and deadly gorgeous eyes, the man couldn't function. Even wet and dirty Amari was a vision. "It's okay my dear, not your fault at all." She gave him a kind smile. She grabbed the man's hand, making soft circles on them. Soothing him in a way he would never imagine. "Sir, we had travel far and this storm outside had taken us greatly off course. Tomorrow it's my wedding day and as a young bride I could never arrive at my new home sick and disformed. My family is very pour, we have only a little money to pay for this Inn. If you could aid a young bride to be, I would be internally grateful." She showed off her limited used, dimple smile.

It doesn't take Amari much and the man open his inn to them. He welcome them all and asked them if they need anything. "A hot bath for all four of us, my brothers and I sure would like to be warm." A innocent smile this time and the man was like her puppet.

He wanted Amari and the gang to have the best of comfort. "A bride like you should be treated like a goddess." He quickly handed her a towel to clean herself up.

The man then handed the keys to Amari which Mizu takes from her. "My sister stays with me, her virtue is my protection." Mizu stated. The man only nodded, understanding a protective brother.

Amari was tired of Muzi by now but had to keep the act for the group. She did not want to sleep in the rain nor change her lie. A simple lie is the best lie.

Mizu and Amari got the masters bedroom which included a dining and sitting area. Ringo and Teigan got a secondary room that were linked enter to Mizu's room. The Inn keepers family started with a bath where they comb Amari's long hair, did her nails and treated her as royalty. Mizu was only there to stare at her prisoner's luxury treatment.

Amari speaks to the Inn Keepers wife that tells her everything on how great marriage will be and how Amari must behave on her wedding night. The two bond over the subject fondly.

Mizu sees Amari's nipples expose once more. Pink, round and hard. Mizu had never felt this way about a girl and the more she sees Amari's body and power over people, even if she doesn't like it, she admires it. Amari was strong, sensual and very alluring. Something about her could just hold your attention.

Teigan had entered the room and sees Mizu gawking at Amari, teasing at him for it. "So you have a boner for your prisoner." Were his loud obnoxious words. Mizu gave a simple side glare. She had, had enough of motor mouths for the day. "I don't have a boner for her." She said offensive but cause of this Teigan knew he was right.

He tried to take a peak at Amari but Muzi showed him away, demanding he leaves the room. "She's not a side show for you to gawk about." "But it's okay when you do it?" They go back at forth with another with Amari seeing the scene but not breaking her smile or focus from the nice lady.

Amari than sees Teigan trying to provoke Mizu rapidly and tries to intervene, dismissing the lady. She than pours her a glass and offers it to the both of them. They see her leg hunginy out of the tub with her long hair in several messy curls,almost like she had the best sex of her life.

"Teigan, would you like to join me? You and Mizu?." She teases. Muzi of course knew she couldn't leave the two alone. Amari would have her way with Teigan in seconds and escape. But Teigan, no shame or hesitation, got out of his robes. His naked glory were on display for the both of the ladies and only one dared to look. Amari found him handsome, he surely had a warrior's build and truly had nothing to be ashamed about.

Amari hands the cup to Teigan and offers him to enter the bath but Mizu tells them the act was inappropriate. "Don't forget we are pretending to be siblings. The Inn keepers will-" "Will what? They are wrapped around her finger. We have nothing to worry about." Teigan challeng. Amari doesn't deny or agree, only glad someone more like her had been added to the team.

She states this and cheers to the man, allowing him to put his legs in the tub. "C'mon Mizu, show what you have to offer or is what they say about a white man's dinger true?" Teigan mocked.

Amari gave a hardy laugh but in truth did not find the subject amusing, but she couldn't show it. Being vindictive was too important for her image. "Yea Mizu, at the springs I already saw you. You have nothing to be ashamed about. I bet Teigan will be more impress than me." She took along gulp of her red wine.

Amari's cheeks had become even more flushed. Her wet hair sticking to her cheeks and her fair skin desirable in the water. Mizu was aroused but she shouldn't had been. She looked at Amari.. not understanding if she wanted to drown her or throw her on the bed. 'Was pretending to be a man effecting her sexaulity? For not so long ago she even felt a desire for Teigan and now all his glory met her eyes. Both of the most sexual appealing people she had met was now in display and looking truly welcoming.

Amari decided to leave the tub and with slow gawking steps went to Mizu. "I know you like him and I know you have a lot to hide, but this is a moment without shame. You can be your true self between us." She carefully whisper in her ear.

Teigan watches Amari's back, who was round like he likes it. He felt shame for not even considering Akeni at this moment but later that will be on his mind. Now he wanted the temptress priestess.

Amari slowly unroped Mizu but Mizu quickly grapped her wrist and pinned her down against the wall. Amari, unhappy, glared at Mizu violently. "You really know how to suck the fun out of everything." Mizu continues to pin Amari's one wirst against the wall, also unhappy with Amari's actions.

Mizu could understand Amari knew Teigan didn't know of her true identity. Mizu also knew that Amari was trying to make her uncomfortable on purpose. How she had gotten to know Amari, the only reason Amari has done it was cause she likes it. She liked the drama, to get under someone's skin, especially Mizu's.

"God, it must be tiring to be so broken inside!" Mizu rudely commented. This cut Amari and with her free hand she tried to slap Mizu but again caught and now both hands pinned against the wall. Amari planned for it and kicked Mizu off of her.

Mizu falls to the ground and rolls to her feet again as Amari grabbed a oil lamp and lunged at Mizu. The girls threw back and forth quick shots as Amari tried to get one good hit. But Mizu easy and swiftly kept evading. Only when Amari lost her form did Mizu give on strike, a sweeper kick that send Amari to the floor again.

Teigan dumbfoundly sees as the two went back and forth, not knowing to intervene or enjoy the show. He decided with the second one.. he too liked getting under Mizu's skin.

Amari kicks Mizu's feet from under her and it send Mizu for the first time to fall on the coach Amari was, but on Amari aswell. They both looses their breathe on the impact. Mizu turns off of Amari and onto her back, giving Amari enough time to choke her.

Mizu doesn't struggle to break free from her weak arms and throws Amari back on her backside, getting on top and pinning both legs and arms down. "Give it a rest! You never beat me in a fair fight." Mizu warned.

Amari stared up at Mizu. Tension filled the room with the two females. Amari's passion warm Hazel eyes meeting Mizu's cold, determined blue eyes. Their breathe heaves heavily as one. Both angry, both intense.. Teigan had lost all focus of amusement and instead felt like a third wheel. Their fight had more sexual passion than what he has given to any woman.

"You say I'm broken but at least I feel, blue eye demon!" Amari spat in Mizu's face. Mizu takes a deep breathe, angry but knows aswell it all is pointless. They both had hurt each other.. extremely deeply.

"Well, I think that's enough." Teigan had pulled his golden rope on before he pulled Mizu off of Amari. He told both of them to keep their cool. "You fight like snakes, your entanglement seems confusing. I don't know if you wanna fuck each or kill." "KILL" Both applied simultaneously.

Teigan stared back at the two.. they had no idea how alike they were he realise. "I'm not so sure. But this love affair shall not be the death of me. You owe me a duel, tomorrow at dawn we fight. Last man walks away." Teigan reminds Mizu.

Mizu couldn't believe he still was on the matter of their duel. "I said at the second of autumn. I still have three to kill." "Which you won't succeed in." Amari adds her side note but neither made a comment. "I can't wait that long to regain my honor by then Akeni-" "Who you had abandoned and would just now cheated on. What about her? You clearly don't care about her." "That's not true! I love her-" "No, I agree with that at least. If you love her you wouldn't had been desiring me." She took the bottle he was drinking and went to the bed.

Mizu gave a wondering stare at Amari but the girl seemed again unintrested, like seconds ago they weren't fighting.

"You too will kill each other." Teigan took a sip of the glass Amari had left in his hand. Within second the man who was ready to regain his honor had hit the tub and then the floor. Mizu looked at the scene in horror but Amari still seemed none bother. "It finally happened." She shook her head.

Mizu checked on Teigan to see if he was fine. Her heart went in ease realising he was still breathing. "What did you do to him?" Mizu demanded to know but Amari rolled her eyes, emptied her bottle and calmly went to the door. Just as expected the lady of the inn had brought her towels. Amari thanked her and told the lady she was ready to sleep now, her brothers wants to have an important conversation with her.

The lady thought it would be the 12/20 rule and so left the two, for she couldn't see Teigan. Mizu demanded again to know what happened but Amari assured her Tiegan was only asleep. "Why did he past out then?" "It's what happened when you mix the hormone powder of the Ravlon plant with wine. You fall in a deep sleep." She then set the towels under his head.

"But he never had the plant near him." "Oh my goodness Mizu, let it go." "No!" Amari grunted but explained her umbrella was made of the plant and it had a apartment instore into it. When a person open the umbrella they breathes in all the plant powered and when they have wine later or after a few hours they fall in a sudden deep sleep. "He won't die?" "No, he only used the umbrella once. You need to at least use it for a few days to die." "But you use it." Amari doesn't answer her this time.

That's a deep scar of her past she doesn't want to answer. "He will sleep till morning, but that knock was hard so it might belonger. He will survive I assure though. He's too stubborn on your duel to die."

Amari had finally gotten dress in her pink gown. She asked Mizu if she would like to bathe but Mizu denies this. "You were in the cold rain with us. The water is still hot and now no one will harress you." "But your still here." Amari smirked at the comment.

The two definitely had chemistry.

"No man will harres you." Thunder then struck again and Amari got Ringo to take Teigan to his bed. "I wish you two sweet dreams." "Your such a sweet gaint." Amari smiled. She could've hurt Ringo when he was alseep but never does, he wasn't like other men.

Mizu with Tiegan and Ringo gone finally took a bathe, and as Amari claimed the water was still warm. Amari sees the bruises on Mizu's body especially her cut on Mizu's shoulder, it will definitely leave a scar.

Mizu had turned her back to Amari but was aware the girl could try to strangle her at any moment but Amari stated she was tired and wanted to rest, which she had done. Hours past and only when the storm was restless did Amari wake.

Mizu was still in the bath which Amari knew had gone cold by now. "Your not asleep yet?" Mizu came out of her meditation and hears the soft voice of Amari behind her. "No." Amari asked if Muzi wasn't cold yet but she reassured she had already water boiling on the fire.

Amari offers to pour the water into the tub which made Mizu suspicious. "I won't attack you. If I flee now I will have to travel in this storm." More thubder struck and the rain was heavily falling like bolders. Amari wasn't build to survive a storm like that nor if she had to take Mizu's body.

Amari doesn't wait for an apply and instead pour the water into the tub for Mizu. She added a few oils and lidt more candals. The room was warm from the fire, the aroma of cherry blossoms and lavender filing the air. The room was so steamy that they could barely see each other.

Amari was like a ghost in the mist. Her movement still delicated as she aidded Mizu. She poured more water and this time her cleavage showed profoundly, catching the sharp and striking eyes of Mizu.

Mizu never knew what to expect from Amari. One second she's helpful and the next she tries to attack her. The one thing she knew about Amari she was set on her goals, ragardless if she fails she keeps trying. "Lay back, I want to massage your head." Mizu still suspicious relaxs her head against the water before Amari started massaging it and pouring warm water over her head. Her touch against Mizu was soft, soothing. She couldn't even remember if her mother took soft care of her as a child.

Amari sees Mizu's long legs not fitting in the tub. Her body was covered in oils and water but her silhouette could be seen through it. Mizu was beautiful, stunning and so so desirable for the girl. Amari had to cross her legs as she felt her dirty mind think unspeakable thoughts. 'Not again.'

Mizu asked Amari what she was thinking but Amari only tells her to relax. She deep scrubs into Mizu's head, down her neck and massages her shoulders but instead of relax Mizu flinched in pain. "The cut, please be gentle." Amari sees the destruction she caused on Mizu. "I'm really sorry about that." "To cut me or betraying me?" The sweet moment passes.

Amari could defend herself but the days she spend with Mizu she too enjoyed. Mizu wasn't like the demon she thought she was. The stories Amari heard of Mizu was she was a cold half blood murder. Amari thought Fowler had send her off to finally get her killed but instead Mizu had a strength complexity. She was kinder than what she expected.

Throughout her act Mizu showed patient, with her and Ringo who Amari knew wasn't how Mizu would usually be. She didn't come across as patient. When Mizu killed the mute and deft girl of madam Kanji, she saw Mizu showed remorses. Mizu could had fled but instead defend madam Kanji and her brothel, killing 500 men. Mizu was a warrior, she was honorable.. she wasn't a white demon like people made her out to be.

Amari felt shame for her actions but she had no choice. "Mizu I am sorry, for cutting you and tricking you but please understand I had no choice." She said softly, fearful.

Mizu could tell Amari was haunted by something. Mizu took Amari's hand and ledt her to the side of the bath. Undressing her and inviting her into the tub. "You want me to bathe with you?" Mizu nodded at her.

The girl slowly undresses Amari again. Mizu stood tall against Amari, her body like a soldier but so much better for her curves and edges that made Amari wetter and wetter by sight. The girl's nipples went hard and when Mizu's not so gentle touch pulled the kimono from her chest, exposing her well ripped breast.. she had to make her hands double touch her hard nipples.. Mizu had to feel them.

Amari became breathless by the touch, her legs now harder pressing against each other, hiding her desire. When Mizu threw Amari's robe from her body, she saw the wetness and did not know how to respond. She let her hands run over Amari's hip, her waist.. her bum.. how she was so firmly but curvey build. It was a body worth going into war for.

How much Mizu wanted Amari she felt something holding her back. "Forgive me Amari, I-" Amari shushes her.

The moment for both was intense and instead of giving an answer Amari took Mizu's hand and let her touch her secret place. Mizu was surprised to know Amari was as wet as her. "Amari?" "You have nothing to be ashamed about. I feel what you feel." Amari reassure. Mizu had never been with a woman, and only been with one man. Amari somehow knew this by how ashamed Mizu seemed.. a shame that matched her own.

Instead of letting the shame and the unknown get the two girls, Amari decided she won't let the opportunity escape her. Even when she thought Mizu was a men. Her desire to kiss her then was also real. Amari entwined her and Mizu's hands, slowly started to kiss her neck and went down her chest. Mizu did not fight it, nor deny it. If Amark will grab a knife and stap her in a few minutes then it may happen but Amari's warm breathe against her skin was a feeling she couldn't deny herself anymore.

Amari touches Mizu's breast, squeezing them gently. Kissing her nipples, liking her edge until Mizu chest started heaving so much and fast her body became warmer than the fire that lidt the room. Mizu closes her eyes, taking in Amari's hot touch on her skin. It felt like knives sticking her.. but in a way that felt so good. The tension between the two were sharp and needed to be cut.

Amari worked down Mizu's body till she reached her warm, soft pussy. Amari let her tongue play with Mizu's clit, a sensation Mizu never knew went across her chest, down her spine and up her toes. Amari wanted her pussy so badly, and with her mouth showed it. Her tongue did not spare to explore every part of Mizu's inside. How good Mizu tasted.. it was a drug Amari couldn't get enough of. Her wet pussy giving so much juice it went down Amari's mouth, Mizu's tigh. Amari loved how much desire was showed by Mizu by her display of her juices.. a euphoric sensation took her. The tip of her tongue graceful parting her pussy.. teasing her so much and sucking sweetly by passionate her clit.

Muzi wanted to fight a moan, Amari was just to skilled in this. It made Muzi somewhat nervous but Amari could tell. She pulled away from Mizu, a stop Mizu did not want to happen.

Amari rises again, entwining her hands with Mizu again. "Don't think, let your body do what it must. What happens here stays betweeen us." Amari tucked some of Mizu's hair behind her ear again. There was something nore genuine to Amari which Mizu found confort in. Her desire was still there Amari could tell but she didn't want a stiff interaction with Mizu. They both wanted this and deserved it, Amari wanted to make this special for them.

Mizu nopped, trusting Amari for once. Amari kissed her neck again softly biting it and it made Mizu moaned. She wanted to touch Amari but did not know where. Amari sucks on the swet skin of Mizu, feeling her breast before her hand reach Mizu's now dripping pussy. Amari loved how wet Mizu was for her.. she wanted to bring Mizu to her edge. Sooner than later. The warrior will have several rounds tonight.. the first one will be innocent fun.

Amari for the first time entered Mizu's tight pussy. How sweet her fingers felt in her folds. Mizu was warm and the smallest touch made her toes curl. Amari goes in and out, slowly at first but the quicker she went the deep her finger were. Mizu didn't even know some of the parts Amari reached exsisted inside of her. Amari felt het hand wet, dripping.. how she longed for those juices now but seeing how Mizu was enjoying herself.. it made her pussy vibrate and hungry with desire.

"Say my name Mizu." "What?". "I want you to say my name." Mizu doesn't argue and instead moaned Amari's name as she wished. The harder and more she moaned, the better it felt when Amari was inside of her. Amari thought about fisting Mizu, but her pussy was so tight and warm.. she didn't want to ruin it. She instead used her thumb to play with Mizu's clit as three of her fingers entered.

Mizu had to grab onto Amari, her hand wanted to play with Amari's pussy so badly but her knees became weak with the sensation. She couldn't think avout anything than how good Amari felt inside of her. Muzi begs that Amari would go faster, a bit harder. Amari liked how she was getting mlre vocan and onto there fun.

With her last pinky finger Amari enters Mizu and now Mizu had to hold onto Amari's shoulders. Amari went deeper and deeper, close to fisting but not so rough. Mizu moaned harder and harder, chanting Amari now. Amari kissed her mouth hungrily, her tongue now also invading Muzi. Muzi couldn't stay by buy open her legs more and allowed her tongue to play with Amari's. Their mouth dripped from slobby but tasteful kisses. Amari pulled Mizu even closer, her pussing now spreaded to her.

Amari wanted to make Mizu cum and so had to pull away from her soft lips but both their mouths now swollen of how rough they kissed each other. Hunginy Amari went back to Mizu's neck, biting and sucking.. tears now overwhelming Mizu's eyes of the pleasure.

Mizu was near climax, Amari knew. She leaves the wonderful neck of Mizu and went back down to her pussy. She will cum nowhere else than Amari's mouth.

Amari takes Mizu's leg over her shoulder and deep with her tongue and finger entered the warrior. The rain was hitting hard the windows, the steam now even more from their bodies and bath. But the passion and hunger between the two was more than the electric storm oustide.

Mizu moaned, grabbed onto Amari's hair. Her body was taking way too much. The warm bath had made her clit so much sensitive and Amari wasn't playing around. That woman knew how to lick, to suck and to take Mizu like she was there before but in truth.. Amari was addicted to the deliciousness of Mizu's pussy juice. A necture so sweet she wanted it all. Amari's hot breathe alone against Mizu swollen and sensitive pussy was alone enough to make her moan but that skillful tongue.. Mizu wanted to pass out of how good Amari was playing with her warm insides.

Amari licked all her walls, softly sucked her clit and then spit in it to let her finger fill her once again, sucking her clit so damn good Mizu needed to cum or she pass out. Her body was shaking of how overwhelmed Amari made her feel.

Amari opens her lips more, parting Mizu's pussy like no dick has ever before. Mizu wanted to asked her to stop but Amari's finger reentered and her mouth still sucked and and tongue still played with her clit.

Tears overwhelmed Mizu as she reached climax.. the passion was just too good. And as Amari wanted Mizu cum so hard.. she squirted all over Amari's mouth.

When Mizu finished she saw stars. She could barely stand and had to fall back in the bath. Amari stood up satisfied. Mizu looked destroyed, all the air in her gone.

Mizu slightly open her eyes to see her cum dripping from Amari's mouth. And as a normal person would wipe it off Amari licked it all up. She declared she wanted more. "Never tasted pussy juice so good." Amari than got into the tub and onto Mizu.

The two had only once shared a kiss. A few nights after they met. Amari kissed Mizu when she thought she was asleep but Mizu wasn't. Mizu kissed back and Amari never even knew.

Amari grabbed Mizu by her jaw and kissed the girl passionately. Mizu was still overwhelmed from her orgasm but she too couldn't get enough of Amari. Her senses shaked violently from what she experienced but she fought threw.. she wanted more of Amari. She NEEDED more of Aamei.

Mizu kissed back, her tongue entering Amari's mouth and taking in her own juices. Amari liked how dirty Mizu could get. Their tongues went back and forth, Mizu pulleding Amari even closer to her as if their bodies could become one.. which she wish they would.

Mizu held Amari strong against her body, her hand now reaching down to feel Amari too. Mizu expected Amari to be loose but to her surprise her pussy was so tight her fingers had trouble getting inside. "Your still a virgin?" Mizu had to asked. Amari smirked, just taking Mizu's hand and guiding her safely inside of her. "I don't do men." She hungrily kissed Mizu again.

The two went back and forth all night, until the bath fell over on how they were fucking. They did not stop though. Amari would spread Mizu's legs apart, until their pussy were rubbing against each other. A good sensation neither actually new but how wet their were both new it felt good. Mizu would grabbed Amari's hand and entwined their fingers, a support as they pussy fucked each other so hard.. the climax reaching Amari and letting her cum hard against Mizu's pussy. The quick study that Mizu is though, she threw Amari back and licked her pussy good.

Amari wanted to beg Mizu to not stop but her body couldn't take how good Mizu made her feel especially after she just came. Mizu loved how tight Amari was but needed it to spread for her. She sees a banana on the table and without asking Amari enter her. Amari toes curl of how painful but good it felt. "Now I wanna please you more." Mizu carefully started to fuck Amari with the banana as her fingers played deeply with her clit. Amari will remember her, her pussy will remember her. Mizu wanted Amari's pussy all to herself.. fucking it until Amari tells her its only her's.

They went several rounds that night until both past out from exhaustion. In the end they couldn't speak of how tired they felt but dangg did they also feel good and alive. Their bodies vibrating with pleasure.

When morning came the two were past out on the bed. 18 times they went the previous night and anyone who was inside the inn heard their moans. Amari and Muzi spared no expense. In the tub, against the wall, on the floor.. the room were in pieces after them.. features still in the sky of how much fun and passion the girls had. Pillows were ripper, coaches opened by their nails as they held onto as the other fucked them raw. The night was a night that no one would ever forget. No one in that inn fucked so good and passionate like those two.

When Mizu woke she was holding Amari. Amari laid safely in Mizu's arms, small and nuzzled against her chest. Mizu did not drink but after the night she had she needed a bottle.

Mizu didn't want to let Amari go.. she seemed so sweet and at ease in her arms. The night was passionate, insane... neither knew they could feel so good and yet overwhelmed by a single touch. Mizu carefully moved out of Amari's arms and to the table of wine. The bottle had fallen to the ground as they were attacking each other throughout the room. But there was still a glass that had a small amount of wine in.

Mizu set her komono and set it on in time when the inn keeper had entered the room. Seeing how destroyed the room looked and how Amari was sleeping naked on the bed.. they knew what hapoened and was horrified. "What can I say.. can't keep my hands off of my wife to be." Was the best lie Mizu could come up with. The inn keeper doesn't say much and instead left the room quickly. She was horrified at the sight.. the room was destroyed like animals had stampeed through it. Teigan destroyed the room on many occasions but but marks against the windows? How did they even do that?

"I'm happy the feeling isn't one sided." Amari commented. Mizu sees the goddess with hair now loose curls and all around her body. Her body now with bite marks, crawl marks and many hickeys.. even on the inside of her tigh. Seeing how the morning sun hit through Amari's hair and body.. she looked like a flower in bloom. Mizu doesn't think and instead threw her cup down and went back to take Amari. Kissing her like she for the first time seeing her in years.

The two went another round.. this time Teigan woke by the sound of their voices moaning and grunting. Ringo and him didn't know if they were fighting or fucking but by the sound of the bed breaking from their activities, they both could guest how much fun Mizu was having.

#Scornful #Desire #FxF #painful #HATE

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