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Well well well. So our feral wife is still alive. :)
"The Mute Button" Short Modern!Mizu Smut Imagine
When Taigen once called when she was strap balls deep, instead of ignoring it she actually answered. You look over your shoulder in absolute disbelief and this woman has the audacity to hold her finger to her mouth to silence you.
Youâre about to pull yourself off and lay into her about it when she claps a hand over your mouth. Hitting the âmuteâ button on her end, she starts pistoning her hips at a brutal pace. She winces when you bite down on her fingers with a muffled scream, shoving her hand harder against your mouth to quiet your noises.
She unmutes herself. âUh huh, yeah,â the barest hint of breathlessness is in her bored voice as she slows her thrusts to deep, grinding rolls up against that spot that has your fingernails trying to gouge her wrists as your sight goes blurry. She keeps to a pattern of jackhammering like a demon when Taigen is speaking into her ear, deadly silent, then slowing to a leisure pace when she has to talk.
On and on and on until she feels you tense underneath her, and she leans down over you. She pumps her hips in rapid little thrusts to push you through your spasming orgasm until you whine in protest behind her hand and go boneless onto the mattress.
âWhatever. Just donât fuck it up until I get there tomorrow,â she grunts when you jab your elbow back into her ribs in retaliation.
She hangs up, tossing her phone beside your hip.
Snatching your hair in one fist, she yanks it up hard to expose the back of your neck and sink her teeth in until it stings and youâre trying to rip her hair to get her off.
âBrat.â
She licks at the indention marks of her teeth in your skin.
âDemon.â
âOoo, so mean.â She slaps your thigh, âSpread your legs. Round two.â She takes the hair tie around her wrist and pulls her sweaty hair up into a high bun.
âOh, now you have the fucking time? Go fuck Taig-mmng!â you spasm as she pulls out, only to plunge two of her fingers in before you can breathe.
âHe doesnât quite scream as pretty as you,â she snorts.
Modern! reader: âI like your loser rizz. Would definitely be your Discord kitten anytime, alpha.â
Canon! Mizu who crawled up the wall to get away: âGet that thing away from me! Whereâs my wife?What even is this thing?!â
Modern!Mizu: *deadpan* âItâs your wife after being exposed to the internet.â
Canon!Mizu: âWhat the fuck is Internet and what did it curse her with?!â
Modern!Mizu: âA broken sense of humor.â
Keep Thinking of This "Blue Eye Samurai" AU That Opens Up a Lot of... Possibilities
Established Relationship and most likely quite OOC. Mizu has to wait around for someone who know how to sail to London, so in the meantime Akemi invites her, Ringo, you, (maybe Taigen?) to stay in Edo Castle despite the side eye from the royal family.
And you and Mizu are just defiling so many places in the castle cause she doesn't give a shit as long as you two don't get caught. Why would she care about respecting the shogun's palace?
The room she was given.
Your room. (She doesn't sleep in her room)
The armory.
Akemi's litter. (the vehicle the servants carry royals in)
The garden under the cherry blossom trees.
Empty hallways.
The kitchen at night.
Mizu's a menace, she's trying to think of a way to clear the shogun's court room of guards for long enough.
Mizu: âI have to get to London as soon as possible.â
Mizu: âWait.â
âŠ
Mizu: *walks over and tosses you over her shoulder*
Mizu: âNeed my emotional support bottom.â
Wouldnât Modern!Mizu be a country girl? She and Eiji lived so far out from the rest of a small village. The modern equivalent would be the outskirts of a small town in the middle of nowhere. Now Iâm just thinking about her in a baseball hat and flannel driving her dadâs beat up old truck to the big city college.
Mizu: *quietly* ââŠYou look pretty.â
Reader: *didnât hear* âWhat did you say?â
Mizu: *flustered* âI said you look SHITTY. GOODNIGHT (Y/N).â *runs*
âHow did the other children treat you, back in Kohama?â you murmur one night under the stars. Mizuâs face is half illuminated by the glow of the campfire Ringo tends. That one blue eye caught in the dancing glows flickers on a scale of blazing cerulean then back to dark waters under a nightsky.
Your hand presses to hers as you lay on your sides, watching as her calloused palm applies just enough pressure back for your joined hands to stay in the same place. Itâs not any sort of competition, just a way to silently say âlet us lean against each other, a solid weight for you and I to depend onâ.
âThe boys used to chase me down and beat me,â she replies lowly, apathy coating her tone. But you can see that pinch of pain around her eyes. You know her stomach is starting to heat with the raw emotions from that time. If pushed the wrong way, it could simmer, and then boil and overflow until enough splashes over into fury itâs emptied enough (temporarily).
âWhat did the girls do?â you ask softly, pressing your fingertips to hers. Can she feel them? How well? They must be less sensitive to sensation from the years of twisting along hard steel and cloth.
âHid from me, mostly. Sometimes they screamed or cried.â
Your heart sinks low, beating out a bleeding, sympathetic pain for her.
She had no girlhood. No boy in the village she liked. No running along the dirt streets clinging to her friendâs hand as she was tugged along, giggling like mad. No little hands practicing braiding her hair. No sisterhood.
Your own childhood wasnât picturesque, butâŠ
Mizuâs fingertips rub back against yours, gently moving your joined palms together further up from your bodies laying together. Maybe she just wants to see if youâll follow. Your hands glow orange from the firelight. You continue to mirror her, your hand glued to hers by choice. Her intense gaze on you betrays nothing of what sheâs thinking.
âI wishâŠâ you murmur. âI wish we could have been girls together.â
Mizu sighs through her nose, her eyes closing. They escape the illuminating light of the campfire, clouded in shadow.
Her hand pauses, fingers entwining with yours.
âI would have given you flowers,â she finally whispers.
âCould you braid them in my hair?â
âI donât know how.â
âI can show you.â
ââŠOkay.â
How the FUCK does mizu put several feet of hair up into that tiny ass bun?!
Thats fucking WITCHCRAFT
Modern!Mizu Style and Fashion Brain Rotting:
She has raven or phoenix wings tattooed down her shoulders and back
What if Modern!Mizu had glasses? Which is hilarious to think of cause she probably has 20/20 vision in the show but Iâm nerfing her cause glasses are hot
Two helix ear piercings and one lobe ear piercing
A ball tongue piercing
Shaved undercut with her long hair
Her black phone case is covered in stickers
Mizu in corduroy/flannel/earth tones
Mizu in a black one-piece swimsuit with black shorts
Mizu with a silver katana earring
Mizu with a black baseball cap pulled low over her eyes
Mizu in a tight black T-shirt tucked into dark blue jeans with her hair down
Mizu in a blue turtleneck
Mizu in tweed trousers with a white linen shirt tucked in. Very cottagecore
Mizu with several rings on her hands cause gay
Mizu in a long, oversized jean jacket
Mizu in suspenders and dress pants with her hair up
Mizu's Little Shadow
You finish sewing the tear in your daughter's small kimono, tugging the end into a knot and snipping off the excess. You hold up the piece of clothing to your eye level and shake it out. "Little moon, come here," you call for her as you inspect it. It looks well, but you want her to try it on to see if your stitch will hold up to her energetic movements.
When you don't hear the patter of you six year old's little feet you call her again. No answer. Standing up from the chair, you stretch your back with a soft grimace as you walk to the bedroom where she last was. You do not find her.
You search the small house before quickly turning to set the kimono down and head outside to look for her. Maybe Mizu had spotted her running around while she's training.
As soon as you slide open the back door your hear your daughter's voice. She's making little grunts and huffs like she's straining herself, and you worry she's trying to climb the tree next to the house again. Bunching the bottom of your kimono in hand, you follow her voice and hurry from the south end of the house back around to the front.
But when you round the corner of the house, you're surprised to find she's not failing to scramble up the base of the trunk. She's several meters past it, stumbling around and kicking out as her eyes follow Mizu a way's away from the house near the tree line.
Her tiny green haori is dirtied, dirt clumped in patches at her shoulder and sides where she's fallen on the ground several times already. Before you can call out to her, she trips and falls into the dirty hands first. With the childish grunt of irritation and determination, she pushes herself back up. She sets her eyes on Mizu again, settling her feet in the same way your lover has hers and mirrors the rhythm of her steps. She holds her tiny hand out like she's grasping at a heavy sword.
She's copying Mizu's training movements.
A soft laugh of surprise quietly slips from under your breath as your eyes warm from this new discovery. You lean against the tree trunk and tilt your head at her to soak in this new development of your child.
Your little girl's mirroring of Mizu's slow, methodical twists and parries with her sword are adorably wobbly. Compared to Mizu's balanced, fluid motions that showcase her mastery of each movement, your little moon's dance is closer to flailing. Your hand covers your repressed giggle as your eyes brighten at her stumbling feet.
Your fingertips gently rest against your lips as your eyes follow the line from her to Mizu. The way she's moving taps at your mind, causing a soft furrow between your eyebrows. Isn't that her warm up exercises?
Mizu's never done those this late into the afternoon. She would be focused on slicing through trees during this time on any other day. And you know how long she's been out. She can't possibly still be focused on her balance and fine-tuning the flow of movement. So why...?
On the next turn, from farther away, Mizu rotates on her heel and ends up facing you as she mimics a block. Her blue eyes catch yours, and she quirks her eyebrows up at you with a knowing smile.
When your daughter's foot slides a little on the dirt, and she hops on one foot to get back into position, that's when Mizu just so happens to pause her movements. Her slowed motions only resume when your daughter finds her footing again.
Oh...
Your heart sings, unable to help the pure expression of love and adoration for the both of them from flowing from your face.
Later in the night, after you both put your little moon to bed, you press yourself up tight against Mizu in the candlelight, sealing your lips to hers as you cup her face.
"I really did give birth to your clone."
Mizu chuckles quietly, pressing her lips back into yours. "She really thought I couldn't spot her in the middle of a clearing."
She brushes her lips along your cheekbone. "I can train her, if you wish."
You chuckle. "Maybe further down the line. If she's anything like you, she wants to think she's being sneaky and doing something she shouldn't be." You push her away playfully, before you're snatched around the waist. The room tilts as you're pinned down to the bed with a squeal by a beautiful swordsman grinning devilishly.
Mizu Random Headcanons:
She nips at your fingers sometimes when you annoy her and you were dumb brave enough to put them near her face. She is a god damn hissy cat.
Her ears turn red when she gets embarrassed.
If you hold out food to her in offering, she wonât grab it. Sheâll lean down and rip out a chunk with her mouth to eat. Taigen side eyes her. âDog.â She glares.
Youâre blocking the door? Sheâll straight up just grab your sides and bodily lift you out of the way.
Sometimes sheâll just use her agility to act like a gymnast. Sheâll walk on her hands to entertain you or just cause sheâs bored.
Mizu cracks her knuckles, but she doesnât do it in the common way where you cover your fist with one hand and push inward. She does the version where she uses her thumb to push each individual finger.
While youâre spooning, sometimes she likes to play this fun little game of âhow long can I constrict you in my arms while I tickle your neck and ears with kisses until youâre squealingâ?
She will give you a pet name. But the only time sheâs going to say it in public is with exasperation.
Verbally says âEw.â when Taigen flirts with you.
I think sheâd like peppermint canes. And yes, sheâd sharpen the end to a sharp point.
Sheâs given herself food poisoning with her own cooking (and had to be nursed by you).
When she gets a nick on her finger sheâll suck on it to stop the sting.
She blows in your ear to make you spasm. She does it to annoy you.
Is this technically a body/poses study but in writing?
Mizu manspreading with her arms crossed.
Mizu stretching her legs out with her ankles crossed.
Mizu sleeping on her stomach with her arms crossed under her head.
Mizu leaning back on her hands with one knee propped up while the other leg is laid out.
Mizu stretching her arms above her head, grabbing her elbow with the opposite hand to stretch out her forearm.
(I just like imagining Mizu)
Let's Be a Brat and Ruin Mizu's Image: Imagine
Imagine Madam Kanji meeting you. She sees how Mizu acts protective of you, allows you to touch her with barely a grumble, and how you two share a room when youâre in town. Naturally sheâd start assuming things.
She asks you if the blue eyed samurai âIs as naturally skilled between a womanâs legs as he is with his katana.â
And instead of getting shy youâre internally like âHahaha Iâm gonna ruin her cred for funsiesâ.
And you just fabricate the craziest, most embarrassing ass lies until the prostitutes in the room have bulging eyes. There may have been something about humping your leg like a dog in heat.
Later that night youâre kneeling on the mat, tying up your hair to prepare to sleep when a hand grabs the back of your neck and smashes your face into the pillow.
You have a wickedly pleased smile as a heavy form of lithe muscle presses you down into the floor.
The free hand wretches your yukata up over your hips. A low, icy voice breathes along your ear.
âYou. Are. Not. Funny.â
Blue Eye Samurai: Group Chat AU (Featuring Reader) Part 2
Mizu: (sends a photo of you in chat)
Mizu: (sends this photo)
Mizu: Oh sorry. Sent "the same photo twice" on accident.
Taigen: I did not want that image in my HEAD.
You: You can't even make fun of me without mentioning how much you love me.
Akemi: Whipped.
Ringo: Whipped like whipped cream!
NSFW Headcanons (ended up mixing Modern and Canon together):
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(Happy Valentines Day!)
This woman can take slashes to her person with only a wince, but when you drag your nails down her back as sheâs fucking you? Gasping, trembling, arching her neck and gritting her teeth. It just lights up the nerves in her body in such a delicious way.
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She will finger herself and then take you by the back of the head and slide her fingers onto your tongue and make you swallow it. If she doesnât have a cock to cum down your throat, sheâll make you gag on her cum another way.
Sheâs going until the strap is sparkling. Sheâs going until she can see her reflection in it.
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When she got a new apartment, she made sure she got one with a built-in bench in the shower and a detachable shower head with different pressure settings. You know. For when you wanna conserve water and shower together.
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Mizu will sometimes crawl over you where youâre lying in bed. Sheâll hold herself up over you and thumb at your chin. âOpen.â And when you do, tilting your head back, sheâll collect saliva into the front of her mouth and let a string slowly drip from her mouth into yours. âSwallow.â And when you do, sheâll press her lips to yours, kissing you deeply. âGood dove.â
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When you can sense that Mizuâs really gonna punish you for something, you hide all the straps but the double ended one. If sheâs gonna fuck you into the afterlife, youâre taking her down with you. These sessions end up being an endurance contest to see if you can handle the numerous orgasms she jackhammers out of you before sheâs sweating pressed up against your back, her moans high and strained, as her fingernails leave red marks along your stomach and hips.
She crosses her legs and squeezes her thighs together when she gets unbearably turned on by you in public.
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Shibari. Mizu is an artist of many mediums. Itâs calming to her to focus on the intricate patterns across your delicate skin, secretly adoring how complacent you are as she folds and turns you this way and that until youâre a gorgeous little present for her. She loves the red silk rope most.
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She wouldnât say any specific position is leagues better than the others. But if she had to pick a favorite, sheâd say the Lotus position for how versatile it is. She can reach everything on you. Your lips, your hair to pull, your chest to grope and kiss. She can reach between your legs and slide her fingers over you until youâre sobbing into her shoulder while she presses kisses along your jaw and neck. She can impress you with her stamina and strength from how long she can pump her hips up into you while you sit on her lap. She can decide to push you down into a mating press or fall backwards and have you ride her or lay on your sides and let her lift your leg over her hip as she pushes in and- you know what? Lotus is her favorite for how versatile it is.
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Morning sex is a soft spot for her. When she wakes up with you warm and bare against her from last night, thinks âfuck it, training can wait an hourâ and mouths along your shoulder. Her fingers trail along the soft skin of your side, over the jut of your hip and along the outside of your thigh. Her fingertips drag closer and closer to that spot as you stir awake. Her lips continue to press warm, open mouth kisses up your neck as you make a little squeak and stretch your back as your eyes crack open. Her mouth pauses, breath hot as it tickles the spot behind your ear. Her fingers squeeze the inside of your thigh, asking permission. With a sleepy moan, your hand covers her and guides it to where you both want. She smiles with content as her fingers find the evidence of your desire for her. Her lips press back into your hair as her hand sets a quick pace that has your spine arching back against her chest.
Modern!Mizu and Out of Pocket Comments, Followed by Gaslighting lol
Mizu: *sees you bend over and grab your ankles to stretch your back*
Mizu: âUntil I feel it pulsing through the strap.â
Reader: âWhat?â
Mizu: *deadpan* âWhat?â