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mihii-i · 2 days ago

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What about Mizu with a back tattoo? What if it was some kind of japanese style tattoo? Something about water, like the great wave off kanagawa kind of artstyle?

Modern au? Canon time? Fluff? Smut? Idk, I’ll leave it to you ;). I was just.. thinking. I want to trace the ink lines on her skin 😭

And I’m sure she would look SOO GOOD

Fic? Yes please 🙏

someone else’s canvas, but your own work of art.

Pairings: mizu x fem!reader

CW: nsfw, female reader, modern au, afab reader, scissoring, pretty vanilla sex, lowk loser mizu, she’s all jelly because of a tattoo awwww, sighhh freaky reader, not wearing a bra underneath clothes ig?? Idk some people cry about anything, reader is kinda pervy lmaooo, it’s ok she’s appreciating her gf, nail thing AGAIN without the nails tho :), lots of mentions of her back lol, nsfw isn’t too heavy, that’s actually an excuse for i forgot how to write nsfw, a slight mention of a hindu religious concept at the end because it fits don’t cry in my comments about your own belief, I hate everyone, but I love all of you enjoy ur food, not proofread.

A/N: I was feeling angry and horny. No other comments needed. Anywayyyy I love this idea so much omf mizu would absolutely rock a back tattoo so well and I want to just GRAB HER BACK SO BAD…now playing — clouds heaven by lind erebros. 🕯️

Loose threads of fabric hung low along Mizu’s back as the thin barriers of her white shirt clung to the reddening outlines faintly peeking through the cotton, your fingertips dancing along her nape to trail down to the sheeted lines of intricate ink detailed along her skin. Her shaky arms firmly dug into the plush of the mattress on either side of your head, palms sinking into the pillowy cushions as a ground of stability with every little slip of your fingers along her back, racking a series of shivers down her spine with your mere touch.

Drawing in a breath, the smoothed out air remained fogged by the heat of jasming oil wafting across the enclosure of your shared bedroom. While Mizu’s vision continued to blur along the lines of reality and fantasy out of her own exhaustion in the burning sensitivity of her back, still facing the fresh sting, yet somewhat remedied and entranced by your tender ministrations.

At the sight of her dazed state, clearly still a bit taken aback by the fresh tattoo art lined perfectly along each crease of her muscles—you couldn’t help but flit your gaze up to meet hers, taking in the sight of her gorgeous expression as she attempted to keep herself pinned up over you. Albeit a bit pathetically, considering that the tattoo extended along her shoulders as well, delivering the same sting that coursed along her spine from the rest of the wave splayed against her back.

“Mizu…I told you that you’re trying too hard to ignore it. I know how bad that thing hurts right now.” You murmured, only for her to shake her head through her eyes squeezed shut.

“No. It’s just a small sting, don’t worry too much.”

A sigh pushed past your lips at your girlfriend’s insistence of brushing off the initial pain of her new tattoo, your eyes narrowing to peek over her shoulder at the bruising outline along the little trails of ink ingrained into her in a compliment of bright red. You had to admit, the design she had chosen to drill onto herself was quite beautiful to look upon as a pleasing sight.

From the way each wave alluringly swirled along her body to overtake her skin as a crashing tide at its peak, adorned by the shrouded architecture accompanying it with its darkened shade as a distinct characteristic that the tides had masked. The simplified design prevalent in its illustration, yet detailed in contrast when gazed upon as a whole. Displaying both the tempestuous rage, and the calm fondness that stemmed from the ocean’s plea to mask the vicinity, yet leave the sun untouched as to allow it to cast its rays of hope onto land.

Mizu proceeded to lower herself down ultimately onto your chest as her trembling arms finally gave out, the usually defined and powerful woman crumbling at the sting of a tattoo for the first time. Then again, you were wondering why she got such an intricate design for her first time, considering the pain that came in the following few days after getting tattooed. A smile stretched the corner of your lip as your eyes landed onto her spread out across your chest while your hands continued to rest against her clothed back.

“Take off your shirt, it’ll feel more relaxing.”

Truth was, you wanted to of course see her new tattoo in all its glory bare. Well, yes you did care, and wanted her to feel better by exposing it and letting the pain subside through less restricting garments…let’s just say that wasn’t necessary your first idea.

Without hesitation, Mizu’s limp arm draped over your own snaked down along your body as her skin dragged along yours, gripping the ends of her loose fit t-shirt, as the fabric creased along the ends in a upward stream from her fingers curled into the material. Mizu swiftly curved her back upward as she arose from her relaxed state on your chest momentarily, tugging her shirt over her head as the front clung to her chest in a tensed pull. Slivers of her bare skin were exposed to her toned stomach on full display before you, the brief outlines of her muscles embellished against her thin body in an almost perfect balance that caught your gaze upon many occasions.

The underside of her breasts peeking past the nearly removed fabric was certainly something that drew your attention with wide eyes, your gaze fixated on the various scars and cuts that wounded her in nearly every corner, yet complimented her ruggedly lithe figure in a manner you couldn’t tear your eyes away from. Your eyes merely raked over Mizu mindlessly with each waking moment, as if time had ceased and allowed you to remain forever entranced by the way your girlfriend was practically a feast in the eyes.

Even after Mizu had yanked off the shirt, you found yourself unable to avert your yearning sights. Your love for her was unable to be spoken through simple words uttered by the human tongue, nor quelled by a broad definition of the concept of love as a whole. No.

Only actions could truly communicate to the universe how you had felt about her, your desire to worship her in a way that didn’t satiate a sickening lust, but rather hoped for her to feel the two of you so deeply connected through the soul that she’d lose herself in a sea of pleasure that called her name—a trance that truly allowed her to accept the piece of you that you gave up to her to take care of as a means of displaying your undying love.

“Is there something on me?”

Mizu’s voice cut through your train of rather unruly thoughts that boiled up all of a sudden, your eyes darting up to meet those pools of cerulean you adored oh so much. Crowned by her lashes slightly poked over by a strand of her dark hair spilling from her hairline, which was tied in a topknot frequently. Her perplexed expression continued to remain focused on you, cocking an eyebrow in confusion as she awaited an answer.

You replied with a silent shake of your head, clearing your throat in an attempt to compose yourself and hide the flushed, rosy tint dusted across your cheeks. Ignoring your strange behavior, Mizu proceeded to lower herself back down onto you, her weight pressing up against your chest causing you to sink further into the sheets as your heartbeat slammed against your chest in tandem with hers.

Glancing over her shoulder flattened in a relaxed state, you mulled over the various scenarios of your hands grasping at the ink etched on her once bare back, eyeing the intricate wave patterns shaded in impressive strokes. While also exposeing the faint outlines of pinkish red around the corners, bruised for the cost of beauty.

The world around you two seemed to stop moving altogether in the wake of your comfort in each other’s presence, every breath and beat of your heart matching up in soothing silence. Nothing but naturally recurring noises at times, yet not a word uttered. You idly tapped her shoulder as her deep breaths fanned against the shell of your ear, circling the minimal fat of her skin as you couldn’t help but steal quick glances at the ink patterns occasionally.

Seconds evolved into minutes, the concept of time melted into an abstract form of nonexistent reality in every tick of a clock’s hands in the enveloping stillness. And as if you couldn’t help yourself, your mouth opened without hesitation, voicing your thoughts over.

“Can I touch them?”

Mizu blinked, lifting her chin to look up at you, as if she needed confirmation of what you had just said. Touch her tattoos? It was quite an odd request, as well as the fact that she was still fairly sensitive from the itch and burn of the fresh ink. Nevertheless, she found it somewhat endearing that you’d want to trace her tattoos as an intimate gesture of sorts, an unspoken oath of affection if she took it to an extreme.

Your eyes lit up as she delivered you an affirming nod, a faint smile quirking at the corners of her lip as your hands flew to feel her up, palms hovering above the detailed fills of grey, mixed with the barely visible bluish green tint.

—

“(N-Name)…don’t grab so hard..”

Mizu’s pathetically choked out words were abruptly cut off by a sharp gasp through her broken voice, thick eyebrows furrowed as her face contorted in bliss each time her hips rocked forward. Sweat dribbled down the pink tint dusted across her chest as she fought back the urge to allow her eyes to simply roll back, keeping her gaze locked on you through her hazy vision and losing herself in your pleasured expression.

Her head spun with the shocks of every little sensation coursing through her body like electric shocks, shooting through her nerves every time her clit ground against your own in sinful rings of your slick lubricating the controlled motions dragging your cunt against one another. Typically, it wouldn’t be this stimulating if her back wasn’t as sensitive as it was, added with the shiver of your fingers digging in to slip down as they dragged her skin down while you practically clawed down to her sides. Minus the nails of course, as you didn’t want to hurt her already stinging skin.

You bucked your hips up in response to her own jerks forward, hot, heavy breaths fogging the tense air fostered between you two grinding against each other in smooth, timely motions as you continued to lock your eyes onto hers, relishing in the storms of off blue that you long for every waking moment of the day. Diving into this kind of pleasure headfirst not only plunged you into need for these sensations, but also need for Mizu.

Every movement, noise, and action was a call to your heart and soul, a plea for you to love her as much as she loved you. Aligned movements working in sync with each other only a profession of how you reciprocate such feelings toward each other in a scorching fire of passion and desire lingering between the both of you. You rose your thigh further up her sides where she held it, gripping tighter into your plush flesh and earning another whimper falling past your feverish lips.

Clutching tightly at her back once more, you only let your endless series of moans crawl up your throat to spill off your tongue shamelessly, head slightly tipped back into the pillows as you dug your fingers into her with a deathly grasp. You eyed the tattoos through heavy lids, tracing your unanchored finger along each stroke of ink to marvel in the breathtaking beauty of both the tattoos, and your girlfriend herself of course.

Such a gorgeous artwork imprinted onto her body, an artwork that compelled to you to trace upon every stroke carefully and precisely. It was strange, a work on her body performed by someone else became your favorite thing, evidently so by the way you grasped at her back every chance you got to ground yourself from her powerful thrusts forward to rub her pussy against yours as heaps of your arousal pooled atop the sheets, seeping past your intertwined cores.

Drawn on by someone else, yet in favor of you. She was someone else’s canvas, but your own work of art.

Mizu leaned down hastily, rolling her hips against yours at a greater speed through her quickened breath as she captured you in a lazy kiss, muffling her moans increasing in volume by the second. You reciprocated the kiss in turn squeezing your eyes shut as your fingers buried deeper into her back, barely able to keep your pace up with her swift motions.

Everything was a fuzzy blur after the two of you had hit your climax, your blurred vision looking up at your lover panting atop you with your risen thigh hugged to her side as her head hung low. Her juices sloppily mingled with your own in its own masterful, messy art—painted along the inside of her own thighs as her body curved up in a slight arch to display her breathtaking form in the glory of afterglow. Chest heaving up and down in a flushed layer of damp sweat coating her as she came down from her orgasm, before resting back onto you, to which you followed suit.

Wrapping your arms around your beloved in a promise to never let go. And to truly muse at the luck, or rather heroic karma you could’ve have accumulated in your past life to have such a blessing bestowed upon you.

A blessing as divine as Mizu herself.

A/N: WHEEEEWWWWW I LOVEDDD writing this but it was lowkey overstimulating and I lost my train of thought multiple times…and I forgot how to write smut pls help anyway I’m gonna go have sex with my guitar bye (this is a joke guys pls)

But seriously I just switched tabs and started playing shadow fight shades whenever I lost thought or needed a break—and let me tell you this game is ABSOLUTELY AMAZINg like as a girl who has been playing shadow fight since I was a little kid and ofc my amazing skill beating the game (yes I’m bragging) I LOVE LOVE LOVE the improved quality and everything about shades along with the jokes and storyline…AND ITS HARDER WHICU IS WHAT I LOVE ABOUT SHADOW FIGHT AAAAAA

anyway idk why I’m yapping about shadow fight on my mizu fic ending a/n all I gotta say is this idea had me WAYY too excited because mizu would look so fucking gorjus with a back tattoo omg and I was giggling and biting my finger everytime I imagined her with it skalaksjdhdhdhhejff I love mizu

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