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shebunie · 5 months

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

𝐒𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

𝗠𝗶𝘇𝘂 𝘅 𝗗𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗸!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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mizussysamurussy · 3 months

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How you'd be over me, looking in my eyes when I come.

Someone to watch me die.

I bet on losing dogs.

#mizu #taigen #taizu #bes #rough warrior babies #i dont ship them in the show but i ship them in fanfic if that makes sense lol #mizu has such pretty nails rip taigens back #my art

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arttsuka · 3 months

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I'd say that this is a quick digital drawing but that would be a lie. Maybe someday I'll revisit this idea but I'll draw it on paper. For now, here, digital.

#most people can draw digitally pretty good but i dont have a tablet or a pen so im using ibispaint on my phone #i dont mind #i love drawing traditionally. i wouldn’t change that #meme redraw #redraw #blue eye samurai #bes #mizu blue eye samurai #mizu #akemi #akemi blue eye samurai #mizu x akemi #fanart #art #digital art #finger painting but its on ibispaint

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kiraman · 1 month

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Blue eye samurai animators please make Mizu's london design/look/outfit so hot I go into cardiac arrest send post 🤞🏼

#I don't care if she wears a dress or dresses up as Abijahs son ok just make it hot im superficial.#give her a second outfit cowards my girl has been wearing that haori for 37373 years #my obsession with Mizu's femininity and having her long hair down wearing something pretty!!#her angelic voice & sweet laughter :'))#VS my obsession with her looking like she usually does with that dumb fucking perfect voice. Ughhh #Bothhhhh can't we have both #blue eye samurai #i know arcane has taken over my brain 98% but i love this babe still💙

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luvv4j4ybe11 · 3 months

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Something about women that know how to use a weapon/know how to fight that makes my ovaries throb🥰

#★ꨄ𝒋𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔ꨄ★#Mizu my pretty bby #come home the kids miss you #luvv4j4ybe11 #blue eye samurai mizu #mizu blue eye samurai #Mizu edits

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runawaymun · 4 months

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tbh with blue eye samurai i just want all of the gender headcannons to get along. "Mizu is a trans man!" stunning. love to see it. "Mizu is bigender" yeahhhhhh!!!! "Mizu is nonbinary" YES TOTALLY "Mizu's gender is Mizu" incredible. chef's kiss. "Mizu is a gnc woman with some gender fuckery going on" uh-huh I'm tracking

Except "Mizu is a cis woman and only disguises herself as a man due to her circumstances and to travel safely. Gosh guys it's not even about her gender and she OBVIOUSLY identifies as a woman" you're wrong. dishonor on you, dishonor on your cow. Watch the show again. The most bad faith incompetent reading imo. There is obviously so much going on with how Mizu interacts with their gender are you BLIND

#i love all interpretations tbh #but Mizu is obviously not cis #and the showrunners even were pretty clear about that #they didn't agree one way or another about a label but they DID say mizu's gender is mizu #and honestly i think trying to slap a label on mizu defeats the point of the narrative and their character arc #mizu's relationship with their gender is SO complex #and affected by so many things #it is all entwined and wrapped up with their relationship with their mixed heritage as well #and the show handles it beautifully #i genuinely don't understand how tf you come out of that show going 'mizu is cis' haha #anyway #that's my 2 cents #that no one asked for #blue eye samurai #obligatory: terfs fuck off this post isn't for you

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miaurri · 3 months

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I love Mizu's design don't get me wrong but like- GIVE HER MUSCLES PLEASE

#WANT UR SHOW TO GET MORE VIEWS?#GIVE HER MUSCLES/J #ok well more like /hj #I love her tho my pretty princess #⊹˳⁺ ♡ miau//who draws #blue eye samurai #blue eye samurai Mizu #bes mizu

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wondipity · 19 days

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Me admiring you

me when u (i literally have no pics of myself and most of them are with people 😭):

#ara answers!#moots!#my pretty mizu!

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rithalie-sideblog · 3 months

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I want Mizu’s father to be a complicated character.

I’m a sucker for reformed fathers and while I don’t think it will happen, I want Mizu’s father to be VERY morally grey. Give me a man who doesn’t believe in fairness or goodness anymore. Give me a man who had been through so goddamn much he can’t even see the kindness for what it is. A man who sells souls and bargains with demons and kills people with equal amount of interest. A man who doesn’t believe himself to be a god or melomaniac but simply a practical man who knows what he is and what he is not.

A man who knows he’s not good, and doesn’t dare to think he is, a man who has been broken once and put himself back together out of sheer force of will.

Man who, at his heart, still remains humble street rat.

Man who is friends with horrible people because deep down he doesn’t believe he deserves better ones. A pact brother to Fowler, who he matches in strength and brutality but not exactly in tastes or debauchery.

Give me a man who once had a goal, he reached it or failed it and now has to keep going, because he made a lot of people dependable on him. A man who keeps his people fed and safe but doesn’t tolerate the littlest bit of resistance or disloyalty because he fell for that once before and he’s still hurt. (Sounds familiar?)

Give us man who maybe had a son or two already but secretly wants a child that he could protect and maybe save and who deep deep down dreams of having a daughter he could spoil rotten. His little princess.

And then he meets Mizu’s mother and he either falls in love or he doesn’t but he suddenly has a goal again and he would be damned if he loses it. And he does lose it, either by having his daughter stolen from him and killing everyone responsible for it, or by thinking both his daughter and his woman were murdered.

Let us see his breaking point, him losing himself in cruelty once again, because he had just what he wanted in the palm of his hand and he threw it all away for a business trip or a seemingly important deal back in London, which turns out to be his biggest mistake.

And then give us a man who sees his daughter again but she’s not his little princess anymore. She never was.

Give us a man who is furious at what this world shaped his daughter to be. Who sees himself in her and he’s seething because he very much wanted her to be the opposite. To be happy and spoiled and loved. And Mizu is not.

She is ruthless, she is vary and she rarely sees kindness for what it is, especially in a foreign land. And she doesn’t trust him, even as he offers help in killing men that Fowler made her hate with his meddling. Men she suspects are either her father or the devil he works with.

Give me man trying desperately to make connection. Even as he bends the rules for her and breaks his own promises and lets himself care again.

And if it all fails and if she discovers he’s her father, he still tries to find a way to keep her. To protect her, shield her. Even if it’s by blackmail, even if he holds her friend’s lives in the palm of his hand as he offers her all the power he has. Even as she hates him with that reckless abandon we all know her to possess.

Give us a man who made a clan out of outlaws and makes Mizu his heir and their princess, as she screams and kicks and tries to get out of this position.

#Mizu the mafia princess #also give her brothers to compete with #or any halfsibling #give us a father that tries to step up but Mizu keeps breaking the ladder #and he is still a monster but he’s tamed #by Mizu who very much doesn’t need all this emotional bullshit #also Fowler bringing Mizu to her father who is neither of the man he mentioned before cause he knows she would kill him otherwise #here’s my crazy fucked up niece #now off to your father you go #I mean this very distinguished gentleman who totally will help you kill you father(s)#you’re welcome brother dearest #now take her off my hands and her sword off my neck pretty please #bes mizu #blue eyed samurai #Mizu father #Mizu father theory #my ramblings #also Mizu being his carbon copy in regards of revenge and inability to make friends would be the chefs kiss

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shebunie · 5 months

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𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬 [𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐭.𝟐]

𝙈𝙞𝙯𝙪 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"My mind does not change."

"Just as much then?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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