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mihii-i · 6 days ago

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fall for your curse.

Pairings: mizu x fem!reader

CW: nsfw, female reader, afab reader, established marriage, wlw, sub mizu, but switching in terms of who gets touched lmao, loss of virginity for reader, cunnilingus, fingering, grinding, titty sucking cause yes, biting, bad smut I didn’t really feel like writing it midway tbh, mentions of violence & blood, takes place post bes storyline, I got distracted playing 8 ball like three times, mikio trauma ofc, I put a lot of details into the stances because experience, reader has enough hair to which it can be put up, ruh roh girls having sex, spoilers for episode 5 obviously, it’s 2 in the fucking morning and I have school in 4 hrs, not proofread.

A/N: sooo…school is actual shit already and I want to leap off a bridge but it’s ok guys because I got the motivation to write back in chemistry class friday morning. also, I was supposed to write this fic a WHILE ago cause I got this idea before my birthday when I was about to get my katana with the wonderful idea of yk but anyway eat and rejoice mizu will return soon. now playing — eyes on you by swim. 🕯️

“Are you sure?”

“I am. I want to face you.”

Your gentle whisper echoed in a silent promise, carried off by the cool winds brushing past the vicinity as the flat of your palm cautiously met hers. Fingers tracing along the calloused surfaces near the closed off ridges adorning her battered and scarred hands, blunted to the point of nearly resembling a dent embedded into sharp steel. Runs of a tranquil breeze threaded through the thick strands of your hair, neatly combed behind your ear, skin buzzing beneath the touch of air.

It was difficult to pinpoint exactly how long it had been since your lips met hers in a languid kiss, grip dancing at the back of her nape as your body molded into hers with the growing exigency of her being bound to you for life. A desire for her to become your lover with her mark carved deep into the crevices of your heart, and yours branded into her own. Slipped past the ice cold mask walled around her in an apprehensive guard, carefully wriggling through the cracks to reach out and hold what lie beneath. Perhaps it had been months that passed, maybe even well over several years.

Yet to you, it was all foggy. Not in the sense that you were dulled by Mizu beside you, nor exhausted in her presence. But rather the fact that you had never wanted it to end, time now an irrelevant matter that drowned in the sea of eternity you had vowed to bask in with your own lover. Her cerulean gaze had seemingly never calmed, even when her eyes had rested low to gaze upon your figure. Sights raking over you like you were the most precious thing she couldn’t bear to lose, promised to be more valuable than any riches that could possible steer by.

The once grueling nights that tore away at Mizu’s soul bit by bit, draining her sanity to invoke the internal scream pounding away in her skull, yet caught in her throat in a refusal to come out, died out at the mere touch of your nose digging into her collarbone. Quiet in a blissful silence that mirrored one that would be present in solitude, but strangely strung close to your presence to where she knew she wasn’t alone.

Her restless eyes weren’t the wretched sign of her anxiety constantly clawing away at her anymore. Rather, the calm sea of blue had rested in company of the raging storm that resided in her irises. Serving more as a reminder of who she truly was instead of hiding behind the front of stoicism that bored into the aimless skies bounding behind the curved hills obscuring the sun as it set. Your wife. Despite all the flaws she had, including the sordid curse of her mixed blood that haunted her, you were the stark reminder of the fact that she was loved. No matter what obstructed your path.

However, your marriage with the Mizu was quite…unorthodox to say the least. Mainly for obvious reasons that could be pointed out in a heartbeat when mentioned. For one, two women together? Nobody would take such a testament seriously at first glance. Much less if you were to explain to them, to which you’d only assume the crumpled expression morphing onto their face in disgust. Probably not the best thing to let anyone know of.

Therefore, you were resolute on distancing yourself from the bustling landscapes, away from the rest of Japan, isolated from the major cities as the nation had done to itself worldwide. Keeping yourself remotely on hushed bristles of the outstretched mountains that greeted you with the crisp breeze batting past your nostrils, bristling beneath your feet in a secluded, lush shelter harboring both you and Mizu.

All that could be heard in your slow mornings was merely the gentle hum of howling wind bellowing in the clouds parted to reveal pale glints of golden rays casting a calm glow onto the wooden pillars of your home. Alongside the soothing, slow breath of your wife. A familar sound you relished in hearing everytime. Mizu had only gone out under the guise of a man occasionally to get what you two needed from markets and such. And although your wedding ceremony held privately would be considered unofficial, you two were dubbed ‘husband and wife’ in public as you clung onto the side of Mizu’s kimono in the bustling streets of Kyoto or Edo—wherever she found convenient to go.

The wave embroidered ends of Mizu’s yukata hung loosely off of her body as she trudged beside your hesitantly, a stray strand of her hair peeking past the slicked back bun she had tied her hair in, and falling over her forehead. A familar gaze which she never thought she’d ever stumble upon again, sunken in the long lost depths of a distant memory faded away. Never to be touched again, yet still lingering in the back of her mind. It was a bitter reminder of both the only happiness she had basked in within the miserable confines of her accursed life, but also the sting of betrayal refusing to leave her alone. Carved into her like an endless mantra set out to punish her for being born.

She had already lived this life once before. Nonetheless, it wasn’t the same, thankfully. You weren’t him. You wouldn’t let any sort of fear cloud your judgement, nor allow a blow to your ego strike you down below her as he did. Or atleast, that’s what Mizu hoped. Despite your contrast to Mikio in the past, paired with your loving gestures signifying how deeply you held her to you, Mizu couldn’t shake the underlying dread that resided at the back of her throat. Something that would creep up one day to stab her in the back the same as he did, except with a deeper twist of knowing she would fall into the same predicament once more.

Lucky as she was to survive her encounter with Mikio, harboring the emotional wounds scarred within her inflicted by him, it was near impossible to let go of the hindrance she lugged around tiresomely. Mizu forced herself to believe that you’d never do the same, but she couldn’t help it. At the same time, she forced herself to keep the strings around her heart coiled tight in an adamant refusal to unwind them completely, still limiting your access to see all of her without you knowing.

Being hers was truly a blessing to you, even after you had attempted to alleviate her scars from her previous marriage. Which was nothing short of torment embodied as a sort of sick punishment she didn’t deserve.

Swiftly, her body jolted at your touch hovering over her shoulder, cautiously planted down on the cotton brushing across your palm. Mizu craned her neck past her shoulder, glancing at you, perplexed. A pleasant, pale golden glow brightened the side of your face in almost a heavenly manner as your worried eyes pierced into hers, silence hanging in the air filled with the unspoken inquires, as well as anything you could do to soothe any existing turmoil inside her.

The carefully carved edges of the bokken stretched past your fist curled around the handle, resting past the simple tsuba circling the point seperating the unsharpened blade & handle. Tip prodding at the earth buried below the streaks of muted green grass tinged with a light yellow as you awaited your wife’s response. Your head swirled with possible assumptions on Mizu’s oddly dazed state ever since you had stepped outside, foot creaking the wooden floorboards when she followed suit—almost hesitantly as you recalled.

Ever since you had proposed to spar with the samurai, you swore you noticed a palpable shift in her demeanor, atmosphere growing dismayed from what you could tell from the way her expression dropped immediately. Hands shaking as they rested on the hilt of her blade laying off to the side, untouched ever since she had driven the tinge of blue through her final target in a blinding fury of blood splattering across the vicinity painted crimson.

You were unsure of what it could really be, perhaps pertaining to her fear of harming you? Or the fact that her blade brought back bad memories that came with her vigorous life centered around the art of the sword and vengeance. Regardless, she had mouthed her desire to spar with you as well, albeit a bit hesitantly even when you were about to withdraw the idea due to the discomfort you sensed. She still insisted, claiming that she was fine with sparring, all while her expression screamed the opposite.

“Mizu? We don’t have to.”

Her grip tightened around the handle of her blade tucked in her obi, jaw flexing as she shook her head.

“No. We should.” she breathed out, looking over at you. “You said you wanted to face me.”

“Just go easy. I’m not very good with this.” you replied with a chuckle, making her laugh slightly in return.

Stepping back a good distance from her, you dragged a foot back behind your right, scraping against the dirt as the grass flattened beneath your zori sandals. Both hands rested on the handle of your bokken, polished oak meeting the thin sweat kneading within the crevices of your palms as you straightened your arms to outstretch the sword, far enough so that the tip of the blade rested at your eye level when looking straight ahead. Assuming a stance that would likely be poorly done to a master swordsman, but it sufficed for you.

Mizu had done the same on her end, precise in the way she drew her katana and firmly asserted herself into position, mirroring you. If anything, you probably looked like a stiff, uncooked noodle compared to her right now. With Mizu’s stance being as sharp as that of a master. Her skill was no joke either, never short of striking fear to even the most trained individuals confident enough to have another’s head on a stake while laughing over a cup of sake.

“Ready?”

“Don’t hold back.”

—

You couldn’t even begin to fathom what had just happened the moment you blinked.

Her reflexes swerved in your periphery in afterimages—or atleast what you perceived, darting across light on her feet as you barely blocked the slash incoming from her katana scraping over your bokken. Some of the wood had chipped away upon meeting your own blade, scraping down with the touch of such a refined and sharp edge cutting through the sturdy oak with ease as you withdrew yourself from her immediately.

As unfair as this was, you found it difficult to suppress the smile slowly following, subtly quirking up your lips each time Mizu would come dangerously close to you. Blade horrifyingly close to drawing blood out of your skin if it were to even press against you. Though it felt more like a dance of beauty as you two fought, romantic in its own sense with each step you took, slow or fast. Encompassing the both of you in the radiant light pouring past the mountains and glinting along her blade, as well as the clutches of ardent passion scorching you in this fateful battle of life and death intertwining you both by a tight string.

Swallowing back a gasp, you raised your blade in a diagonal block upward, angling it off to the corner so her katana slid off upon hitting. Your moves were uncoordinated in comparison to hers, yet the way the two of you nearly fought together in sync, in such fluid motions made all the difference between a battle of hatred, and one of adoration. The moment you saw an opening, you swiftly hit the blade edge against her stomach, earning out a punched out grunt from her as she stumbled back, but quickly regained her composure.

Supposedly, Mizu was meant to be an impurity. One of which meant to be hammered out of the blade her very own metal was crafted from. Yet in your eyes, you could only draw in the gorgeous sight of your wife flaring with passion for her love of battle before you, pure in the way she carried herself in the cool waters of her life. Pure in any aspect she chose even if it was considered impure and evil. Revenge, death, hatred, love, no matter how sordid her world had once warped, the woman you loved was truly everything.

Nothing could make you hate her. But rather only love her more. Including those flaws of hers.

In no time, you couldn’t see her in front of you. Rather, her head was ducked down beside you, warm breath fanning over the shell of your ear as her lips dipped down close to the side of your head. Her legs bounded forward, back leg sweeping behind your heel until it was touching hers, evidently so stretching herself through the torn inner skirt of her yukata. Kicking the side of your heel, your leg lost balance on the pillar of your foot planted into the ground, toppling over as the flat of her blade pressed to your stomach as you both went down.

Your breath hitched, gaze trailing up to her towering above you, caged between her arms as Mizu’s thighs comfortably rested on either side of your waist. Sharp inhales rung in the minimal space between you two, throat dried out as you failed to let out any sound threatening to spill off your tongue. Her blade remained pressed below yout chin, inches away from slicing your open as she ignited the instinctive pool of dread clouding your mind initially. However, you had quickly eased yourself upon realizing how the edge was perfectly aligned away from your neck, not even close enough to directly harm you—thus instantly shifting your sights up to your wife towering above you.

On the other hand, you were puzzled at Mizu’s expression abruptly falling into one of apprehensive shock, withdrawing the blade from you in seconds as she held her curved wrist closer to her chest. Heartbeat accelerating in horror at what she had just done. The exact same position. She had ended up in the exact same position, trembling in a display of monstrous strength condemned from the heavens down onto earth.

“Fuck, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry..” she managed to choke out, voice shaky as if she verged on tears.

The words ‘I’m not a monster’ died on her tongue, the lump residing in her throat impossible to swallow.

Pulse cold, Mizu could only stare down at you, awaiting the exploding reaction lashed out at her in hatred. Or perhaps fear making you crawl away from her, juxtaposing your gentle smile, your love promising to accept every part of her now disentangled in the ropes that bound you two together. Utter despair clawed away at her from the inside out, head lowering through quickening breaths overtaking her under the looming shadows darkening you both below the trees.

To say you were dumbfounded was an understatement, you weren’t upset at all that she had beaten you in a fight. Nor that the flash of cool blue shining under the sunhad come close to reaping your life. Rather, you were truly left amazed, speechless to her display of power especially with her wife in a manner so gentle and delicate, yet harsh and endowed with her strength as an asset. In fact, your own breath had shallowed out at the weight pressing you back down onto the blades of grass that accommodated your spine. The cotton of Mizu’s yukata sleeves resting on your collarbone as you could feel every little sensation whispering up your neck.

Instinctively, you couldn’t help it. You simply had to squeeze your thighs together at the tingling arousal that abruptly coursed between your thighs without warning, twitching under the weight of her sitting on your hips. Of course, she was far too caught up in her panicked state to notice your thighs shift together, pressing against one another within your yukata as your skin rubbed against itself momentarily, hand reaching up to cradle her cheek. Both as a distraction from your movement, as well as an attempt to soothe the worries she had.

“Did you just—?”

Mizu grasped your wrist before you could touch her, pupils still blown wide. Her expectation of you to ridicule and demean her had slowly faded away as she came down to her senses, as well as the surrounding enveloping her back onto earth outside of her mind. Rather, she was met with a shift rocking her back where she sat. A realization which didn’t take too long to settle in as her gaze was fixed on yours. Blade and bokken tossed off to the side of no importance now.

—

The enclosure had stung you with a bitter snap of cold shrouding across your bare body flat against the mattress, breaths slow and heavy through your languid, drawn out kisses shared with Mizu in the darkened atmosphere lit by nothing but gentle moonlight spilling past the wooden floors. She was truly sent down from the heavens as a blessing to you, her bare body being a new sight you couldn’t bring yourself to look at until the time was right. And god, was it worth waiting for.

Every slender dip lined in the silhouette of her frame was a reminder of her harsh life, the scars battered on her chest down to her stomach and shoulders a promise which you’d kiss away to soothe her pain. Stomach knotting at the sight alone as you drank in the minimal fat of her hips curved perfectly to fit into your palms resting against her sides while she lay on you. Azure gaze burning your own, in the throes of desire consuming her whole. Sealed with a kiss and held together by the feelings that couldn’t be expressed with words alone, but rather your souls calming in each other’s presence.

Her fingers danced down the bared front of your chest laid out before her, tracing over the curve of your breasts down to your flattened stomach sucking in a breath. Neither you, nor Mizu had engaged in anything close to the burning sensation overtaking you two right now, for the two of you had agreed to never rush into anything for the sake of each others’ ease whenever. Even a touch lingering past another’s obi wrapped around their waist was immediately halted.

Simply put, you and Mizu had yet to consummate your marriage. And there truly was a lot to catch up on from what should’ve happened on the night of your wedding.

Your hand rested on Mizu’s chest for a moment, pushing her back from her lips lapping up the side of your neck. To which she stared down, eyebrow cocked in confusion. You opened your mouth, managing a weak, embarrassed noise.

“Wait— you..you do remember that I’ve never—?”

You choked out, unable to finish the crass nature of what you were to say initially. Mizu hummed in response, clicking her tongue pensively at how she’d go about doing this with you for the first time. Unfortunately, she had no clue how to lead such things either, brows knitting together to ponder upon the idea. She’d only had sex once, and she hadn’t necessarily done anything but go through the motions and just…feel him pretty much. So doing so with a woman—all while taking the lead would be quite challenging to say the least.

“I’m aware. But I’m not the best at this either.” she admits with a sigh.

Reaching over, you hastily laced your fingers with hers, dipping past the openings as you squeezed her hand tight. Chest resting against hers, your lips found their way over to the flushed, rosy ends of her cheeks, buzzed with a dazed heat meeting your skin as your body molded into Mizu’s hands roaming across the peaks of her chest at a leisurely pace. Taking your time to worship every little inch of her sacred body as if she was your devotion for life.

“We’ll figure it out.” you affirmed, peppering your kisses along the sharp lines of her jaw peeking out above her neck.

Her gentle sighs expelled from her parted lips only spurred you on further, seeking those beautiful melodies that wrung out of her throat like the high of a drug you couldn’t get enough of. Hips subconsciously rolling against one another’s in a desperate attempt to seek more of the electrifying friction pulsing within you two, grazing the bud over your clit as Mizu pressed herself flush against your crotch.

You hiccuped at the foreign warmth of her cunt rocking forward against yours, accompanied by the chorus of her quiet moans muffled against your shoulder. Teeth sinking into the bony ridge as the wanton heat clouded her viable senses in a sea of pleasure gnawing at her aching arousal dripping against the slick of your pussy bucking up to meet hers.

“Don’t rely on me for this cause I have…some experience. Consider it my first too. Please. I want it to be my first.”

In compliance, you breathed out a low whimper as her fingers rested on the line of your slit as she shifted off of you, visible past your parted thighs as it shone in glossy spills of your arousal coating your lips which her finger slid against. Your gasps were merely cut short each time Mizu smacked her lips over the supple skin of your body with every fleeting kiss branded onto you. Claiming you as her own in such an intimate act which either of you refused to let go of, bathed in the scent of sweat stinging at your nostrils as a reminder of the truth of how you felt about her.

The refusal to accept the monstrous side in which she wallowed in her shame, the factual hatred that made her a mistake to the world. Yet in your arms, she was the total opposite of what everyone had marked her as, lugging the title around as she bore such a heavy burden ever since her unfortunate birth. Instead, you only saw a goddess whom you’d kill for, charge to your death if it meant even feeling the sweet caress of her love barely touching you from afar. As so did she in her feelings, for Mizu would rather behead the shogun in front of hundreds before even thinking about leaving you.

Fingers prodding at your entrance, your shaky breaths stammered out in rapid successions as you clung to Mizu’s shoulders nervously, anticipating the intrusion of her digits suddenly entering you. Circling the hot skin of your cunt, she successfully dipped in her middle finger experimentally as she glanced up at your face tipped back into the futon to gauge your reaction, blue eyes meeting yours in assurance that you felt good. You thankfully did, hips rolling forward into the touch of her slender finger alone being fairly lengthy as you craved more of her, fueled by a strong yearning desire clawing at your core.

“Y-Yeah..it’s good..you can keep— g-going..”

Mizu nodded, eyes bleary as her lips rested on your chest, pecking at your breasts as she sank in her ring finger as well, making you clasp a hand over your mouth in a muffled whine. Your silent plea evident in your gasp was all she needed for the consistent push and pull of her fingers sheathing inside you, curling against the velvet prodding against the tips of her fingers as your walls squeezed her digits in its slick warmth. Spilling out your moans heightening in pitch as her tongue swirled around the buds of your tits perked between her lips, kisses lingering near your areola with each movement of her fingers jerking your body up against the pillows.

Her knuckles hilted into your cunt, head raising to burrow her knows into your collarbone as her fingers resumed their relentless onslaught of carnal thrusts seeking your release each time she shoved her digits into the warmth of your cunt clenched around her like a vice. Begging her to stay inside you forever almost as a sacred need. Mizu breathed out hushed reassurances against your neck as your hips jolted up, you climax nearing with her fingers pushing against your G-spot continuously.

“Just breathe, I’ll stop whenever you want. You don’t need to cover your mouth either, there’s no one here but us.”

With a drawn out whine, you threw your head back at the coil in your stomach snapping instantly. Your orgasm overtaking you in a breathless, fuzzy sensation blanketed over your sweat clad body as your gaze shifted down to Mizu. Her eyes shining with the warmth of her utter affection harbored toward you, nose brushing over yours before she pulled back.

“Are you hurt?” she questioned, hands running down your arms to check for anything she could’ve done while caught up in the moment.

Shaking your head, you reached your trembling hand out to her chest, pressing your palm to her chest. Taking in the hushed thumps of her heartbeat pounding against your hand.

“Let me return the favor.” you asserted, beckoning Mizu to lay on her back.

“You don’t have to. You’re probably tired.”

“Please. I want to.”

She could only sigh on your adamant insistence, crawling over to lay on her back as she assumed your former position. Eyes tracing your every movement as your settled your chin between her thighs. You were determined to find a way to please her, even if you were unsure of what exactly you were doing considering the lack of knowledge you had on the concept of sex. Planting your lips within the inner ends of her thighs, you refused to leave even an inch of her heat untouched.

“How come you love me so much, (Name)? I’m nothing but a curse, a mistake that shouldn’t have been born.” she murmured, heaving slightly from your slow, deliberate motions along her lower half.

“No matter what life I’m in, I’ll fall for you, and fall for your curse too.”

Your tongue flicked out to circle the swell of her clit, taking note of the way her body jerked up in response to the spot you had chosen to brush over. Without hesitation, your fingers buried themselves into the plush of her thighs, parting her legs to flatten your tongue against her cunt in the soaked heat of her folds glistening as they enveloped your tongue whole.

Mizu's close mouthed moans vibrated against her throat as your tongue pressed in slow, deliberate motions working over the velvety halls of her cunt, lips wrapping over a particular area she gasped out at to suckle a spot that would drive her mad. Hips meeting your mouth with each sloppy kiss you planted over her pussy as she groaned out in satisfaction. Fingers tangling in your hair in an encouragement to resume your movements.

Her expression drowned in ecstasy was all you had hoped for, the sight her lips occasionally parted to let out such sinful, yet sweet moans. Brows furrowed and relaxing at the way she tightened around your tongue. She was in fact your weakness you'd refuse to overcome, the privilege of everything you had pertaining to her for good, for Mizu really was your everything.

It didn't take long for her own release to come crashing down as well, tongue parting her folds as you allowed Mizu to ride out said high in quaking trembles, limp against the futon. To which you scrambled up from her legs to lay beside her, arm resting over your wife's shoulder loosely in silent promises left shared between your lips.

A promise of life and death that would cling to you two forever. Eternally in the depths of your heart and soul.

A/N: do you know how painful it was to write this fic after 4 pm today cause for one I’m sick rn two my internet is fucking molesting me and it’s EXTRA slow today and three literally I CANT WRITE AND ITS 2:40 I HAVE DCHOOL ELAVE ME BEEEEEEE

anyway consider this fic a toast to Mizu returning for season 2 soon

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