⋆˚࿔ lots of people in my inbox asked for the nsfw ver so here it is… gulp
ᥫ᭡ mizuki nsfw hcs
ᯓ★ afab and amab language used. mdni. a sprinkle of crack and fluff because thats how i write
divider by @uzmacchiato !
mizuki’s a switch leaning dom, but it all depends on the kind of personality you have. if you’re easily flustered then he’ll take the lead in the relationship, but if you’re more assertive, he doesn’t mind giving up control.
he’s not exactly a vanilla guy, he’s a bit freaky. he doesn’t outright say it at the start of the relationship, he lets it be known with small jokes here and there though.
you yell in horror when mizuki suddenly leans down towards you fork, stealing a piece of your cake.
”dude, what the hell?” grabbing a handful of his hair and pulling it back, you shake his head as if he was a dog who swallowed a toy.
“that was mine!”
”oh yeah, harder.” mouth tilted up at the side, his eyes are smug like a cat who got the cream.
grumbling to yourself, you let him go. “you’re disgusting.”
if i didn’t make it clear enough, he likes being handled roughly by his partner. he doesn’t care if you’re smaller or bigger than him, there’s something about the fact that you’re so comfortable with treating his body like it was yours that gets him going.
he’s so into the whole owning thing. like yes, he’s yours and you’re his. do whatever you want to him, he’s right where he was to be.
mizuki has a preference to be the top, only because he’s never tried to bottom yet. he’s not against the idea though, he’s willing to try anything out with you.
he’s pretty talented with his hands. his fingers are pretty and slender, so intricate with the way he touches you. he’s a sucker for foreplay, the kind of guy that wants to get you off with his mouth or hands before the real thing happens.
one of the reasons why is cause he’s actually so into overstimming. whether its you or him, he’s just so into it. but he mostly likes doing it to you.
after you two are comfortable enough to go farther in your relationship, he buys a few sex toys. he can’t fathom how other guys could get jealous of vibrators, mizuki thinks the more pleasure he can give you, the better.
“which color?”
you look at his serious eyes, hands holding up two bullet vibrators. one gray, one teal.
raising a brow, you deadpan. ”why are you acting like this is some crazy financial purchase?”
”because it is?”
snorting, you point at the color you prefer.
“you don’t even take buying charms this seriously.”
he loves using them on your clit/tip. he uses them to the point where you start hating him because the pleasure is burning, and there’s tears in your eyes from how much you’ve been moaning.
mizuki thinks nights like those are the most enjoyable. he loves making fun of you. lovingly, if i might add.
he may not be big on degradation, but trust that he will mock you, giving you praises in a condescending way. in a ‘you’re my pretty little whore’ kind of way.
“no way you already came from that. my fingers that good?”
you look down at his smirk from between your thighs where he’s kneeling on the foot of your bed.
“mmh— stop talking and get back to work—“
”okay… bossy.” mizuki presses a quick kiss to your inner thigh before pumping his fingers in and out of you.
“i like it though.” he murmurs.
aftercare with him is fun and playful, even if both of you are spent and exhausted. he likes cuddling after, uncaring of the mess between your bodies, though after an hour or two, he gets up to clean.
the showers or baths are his excuse to feel you up more, sliding his soapy hands up and down your sides while his fingers sometimes teasingly pinch your nipples, earning him a surprised yelp and a glare from you.
he’s got a bunch of kinks he wants to try out with you, as long as you’re okay with it. mizuki makes sure to talk to you properly about all of it and compromise if you ever feel uncomfortable with some aspects.
“blindfolds.” he proposes.
“on you or on me?” you sat across from him on the counter, slurping instant ramen that mizuki prepared after telling him you were hungry from the amount of orgasms he’s milked from you.
“i don’t mind either… but i’d rather do it on you.” he grins mischievously, as if he already had a million ideas on what to do with you. “same with tying you up.”
you point your chopsticks at him accusingly, ”okay. freak.”
freaky boyfriend who gets off from getting you off, 100/10, good lay. plus he loves you, so its great.
Content: oral, eating, fingers, bullying, fingers, sex toys, brat 18+
I remember someone wanted Roadhog so I wanted to add him this time since I promised I’d add him after all my previous requests were done. Im busy with work, so I’ll be working on all my requests after this!
MIZUKI
“Quit squirming.”
“Are you trying to piss me off?”
You and Mizuki had gotten into an argument earlier that night. Why? You wanted to prove to him that you could handle a few rounds without stopping. Maybe he was right to call you weak since you can’t even handle him eating you out without twisting in his arms.
Mizuki is always so controlling whenever he eats you out, not because he wants to be rough or anything, but he genuinely wants to be able to taste and feel all of you, and the fact that you were actively trying to pull away from him right now was making him angrier than you’d think.
“It’s not fair..” you pant out, toes curling when he pulls away from you once more with a death grip. “You’re teasing me..”
“You’d rather I go raw then? Fine.” He flips you over, and before you can question him you hear a soft click before your hands are restricted.
“I was being nice,” he whispered near your ear before rubbing your sore ass “but if you want me to go all out I can definitely do that.”
You can’t even protest before he’s back between your legs again, fingers splitting you open in a scissor like motion while his tongue laps at your clit vigorously.
You scream, a long squeal that makes him almost cum right there in his boxers. You couldn’t move, couldn’t even flip over, not with how hard he was holding you in place.
“I’m sorry!” You pant out, thighs squeezing around his sweat filled face “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!”
But he can’t hear you, not when he’s too far gone giving you what you wanted.
DOMINA
Vaira loves eating you out after a stressful day at work. Putting on a semi-polite act as vice president of Vishkar was truly exhausting. She was thankful enough that you’d let her take out her anger and exhaustion on you at times like these.
She’s never rash whenever she wants you, she always likes to set the mood first. Candles, wine, or juice if you’d prefer. Maybe if she’s feeling nice she’ll rub your shoulders for you, but you should definitely return the favor after.
Whenever you both have your spa days she’s always glammed out in her robe, she likes to match with you, so she got you a comfortable spa wear set too.
She normally feasts on you in the bathtub, seating you down on the edge of the tub before spreading your soapy thighs open. She always insists she just wants to clean you, gently stroking the outline of your folds with a warm towel before she leans in, clamping her mouth over your small bud.
“Ah, ah, ah~” she coos when you try to pull away, slim fingers pulling you in. “Mommy had a stressful day, you’d understand if she wanted to come home and relax, wouldn’t you? Don’t you want attention?” She rubs your ass, pulling you forward before you can even answer, mouth licking and slurping over your clit.
“If only I could take you to work with me, I would keep at you for hours..”
BRIGITTE
Teasing your girlfriend always came naturally to you. It was never ill intent, but you couldn’t help but smile seeing how vibrant and beautiful Brigitte looked whenever she smiles, or how pink her cheeks would get whenever you kissed them in public. Sojourn never put the two of you on a mission together for this reason. You were too distracting…too sweet, why were you always trying to serenade Brigitte with your voice?
Even worse is that she has to be separated from you for so long at work, if it was up to her she’d take you with her. You worked her up after all, you should have known better.
When you both finish your respective missions you’re quick to meet your girlfriend downstairs in her training grounds, you know she wanted you, and who were you to deny her anything?
“Ah-“
After work hours were always enjoyable, especially when you push your girlfriend to her limits. The two of you can’t even make it home before she pulls you in her training room, locking the door hurriedly before stripping the two of you to just underwear. It was always cold in here, but she’d warm you up soon enough.
“Baby— mhh I’m sorry.”
Your body felt so sore from all the small bruises left from Brig's teeth, her strong arms were draped around your waist, holding you up against her flat tongue as she peered up at you from below. She was so shy, even like this. Her cheeks were pink, and her gaze was almost timid. It was almost like she wasn’t the one actively destroying you.
“Y-Yeah baby..you’re so pretty. Just like that…” you twist your trembling fingers in her hair, legs shaking tremendously with nowhere to close. She had you, and she wasn’t planning on letting you go.
“So pretty..!” You gasp out sweetly, tugging her by the scalp so she can get closer.
Her tongue was so soft as it pushed and wiggled inside you. A perfect contrast with her nose that nuzzled against your sticky pulsing clit. You wanted to cum so bad, the knot inside you that held up all day felt like it was finally ready to burst.
“You’ll let me cum? Mh- so so sorry I teased you..please baby..”
her nose is replaced with her warm mouth almost instantly after feeling you convulse around her, spurts of your cum dripping onto her chin as she prolongs that sweet orgasm.
“You need to stop teasing me.” Brigitte snuggles her face into your shaky thigh, looking up at you with a soft shyness. You couldn’t resist rubbing her cheek “I’m not sure I can handle being away from you for so long if you work me up.”
EMRE
Pleasing you had never been a problem for Emre until now. Things were simple when you were younger at Overwatch, now that he was… “damaged” he didn’t want to even risk touching you so intimately.
You both had reconnected awhile back, and despite how long it’s been since you’ve last spoke, everything felt natural, just like old times.
You both fell in love all over again, but you could tell he was hesitating to get closer to you.
You corner him one night, hands slipping over his chest after you both had made out to the point you had ripped your dress wide open. He was pinned to the wall, eyes burning with need when he feels you grind against his boner.
“Why are you denying me?” You lightly whispered, rubbing at his shoulders “found someone else?”
“Never..” he growled, rough hands unconsciously scooping your ass.
“Then don’t you want me?”
“More than you know..” he rasps. “But I can’t risk— I shouldn’t…”
It took hours of courage and patience to get Emre to bed, but you had finally figured out how to make him click… he was under you, strong hairy arms gripping your thighs in a bear hug as he ate you out.
You ride his face, clit grinding into his nose as he tongue fucks you.
“I- mhh, knew you still had it in you, Emre!”
VENDETTA
“You’re slow on your feet, my love…”
“You’ll have to do a lot better if you even think you can surpass me.”
Marzia’s tongue rang with venom as she held you face first into the dirt of the large empty Colosseum. You had asked her a few times to train you, but she wasn’t expecting you to be so…”slow”.
“Your opponents won’t go so easy on you. I’ve already got you down. You’re basically at my mercy.” She holds her sword to your throat, pulling your thigh with her free hand so you are right against her. “What should I do to celebrate my victory?” She purred
“What should I claim?”
Licking her lips, Marzia’s fingers trail up your shorts, lowering the stretchy band to your feet. “In combat, your opponent won’t spare you. Maybe I’m being too generous with my punishment.”
“You don’t deserve it, but I don’t mind doing something I enjoy.”
Strong fingers rub over your sticky folds as you shiver, as much as you wanted to squirm away and prove you were strong enough to hold your ground, the pure weight of Marzia’s sword on your back held you down completely.
Long fingers curl inside you followed by Marzia’s tongue on your puffy clit. She’s always relentless between your thighs, controlling and strict, but it was ridiculous how slow she was being now. Each lap and suck from her lips was timed perfectly with your body’s reactions. Each time you trembled, hips pushing towards her face she’d pull away, leaving you with no choice but to beg for more.
“Ah, ah ah-“ she coos, “losers don’t get to negotiate.”
“Losers, sit—“ she yanks you to her, caging your legs with her muscular arms “and take what’s given to them.”
“Keep begging.”
You whine her name, sweet voice pleading with soft whimpers that echo out into the empty Colosseum.
She was being so cruel
Too mean. You didn’t deserve it.
You wanted to cum.
And you were so close too, so, so close
“Marzia—“ you hiss in frustration as she pulls away from you, this time completely. You were just about to cum, head foggy and clouded until she pulled away..why did she keep pulling away!? And why did she take her fingers out?
“Like I said, losers don’t get to make demands.”
She tosses back your sword
“Maybe when you finally win, I’ll comply.”
“Let that be your motivation”
ROADHOG
Mako is surprisingly gentle with you, especially during sex.
You weren’t expecting him to be that way when you first met him, but you both grew closer, and you were starting to notice all the tiny things he did for you that made your heart flutter.
He made sure you were always comfortable before anything, your first kiss, first time you both held hands..and now? He wanted to make sure his baby was especially comfortable before he ate her out for the first time.
He’ll coax you, soft little rubs against your tummy and thighs a clear sign that he wants you. He’ll whisper sweet praises under his deep voice, admiring how beautiful you look as you hover over him. He’ll hang his mask to the side, just enough to let his mouth peek through before he strikes.
The scent of your sex is like a drug he can’t help but drown in. You tasted much better than he imagined. His large meaty hands grip your hips, rolling you over his mouth as he lets out low satisfied grunts of approval when he feels your juices puddle in his throat.
“M-Mako!” You cry out, trying to squirm away from him, but he doesn’t let up. He grips you tighter, strong arms now wrapping around your hips while he fucks you with his tongue, letting you grind that pretty little clit of yours on the bump of his nose.
“C-Cumming!” You spat, normally shy fingers now gripping into his thin silver hair to pull him closer.
He works you through it before shoving his thick fingers into your entrance, plugging you up.
“Gonna work you out for my cock,” he mumbled “you ain’t even close to handling it.”
MAXIMILIEN
Another man without a proper mouth to eat you out.
Getting into a relationship with an Omnic was tricky at the start, especially an Omnic such as Maximilien. He was a sweet talker, a busy man who knew how to get out of all the trouble he somehow managed to get himself into. You were expecting him to be a bit rough in bed, how could you not? He worked under Talon, an Omnic with so many dangerous connections that you couldn’t even count. Hell, you were already skeptical about dating him. But when he finally got you to bed with gentle whispers and sweet praise of worship, you were stunned to say the least.
Max loves prepping you for his cock. He’s soft, overly gentle yet surprisingly strict with you. If he had a mouth you can bet he’d have you sitting on his face 24/7, but unfortunately for you both he doesn’t.
Since your boyfriend is extremely wealthy, he doesn’t mind going out of his way to buy various sex toys for you to try. His favorite is the tiny rose toy he picked out online a few months ago. Sometimes when you’re upset with him after he’s been gone for so long he’ll pull it out, bending you over his hard thigh and spreading you open on his slender ringed fingers. He loves watching your pussy flutter around nothing. It makes him want to taste how sweet you really are, but for now this simple toy will have to suffice.
“I made you wait long, I apologize. I’ll buy you anything you like after I show my deepest regrets, precious.”
He’s heavy on praise, each time his sensors go off from your pulsing body he can’t help but coo out. There’s a deep guilty pleasure he gets from watching you squirm for him. Even more so when he spanks you. He’ll rub and spank your ass with one hand while the other holds the rose toy on your clit on the highest setting. He knows human bodies are..fragile, but he’s only curious on how much his sweet girl can take after all.
D.VA
Hana is a fucking gremlin
You knew she’d be troublesome in the bedroom as soon as she asked you to be her girlfriend, but this is actually ridiculous. She’s a star to the limelight, a global sensation, so it wasn’t a surprise when she asked if you’d be comfortable making a secret account so she can show you off online.
She always makes sure to cover your faces. Masks, your thighs, blankets, anything will do.
When she eats you out for the camera she always makes sure to face her back to the audience. She has a large scar on her back after a hefty fight with Null Sector, but it’s ok, she’ll just crop it out.
Hana liked to see you in cosplay, preferably in a cute bunny suit. She’d dress you up just so she can pounce on you and rip it off (besides the fake ears and tail of course) she loves when you shake for the camera, loves how the comments shade after you while she eats you out vigorously until your legs get out. It doesn’t matter if everyone wants you when you’re hers after all, right?
“Ten thousand hearts! Thank you everyone!” Hana turns your legs to the camera, seating herself between your sex. Ten thousand hearts was common with you two, viewers are up watching you struggle and whine. Ten thousand hearts meant it was time for Hana to get creative with ways to mess with you.
A cute pink dildo, long and bumpy grinds its way into your body, inch by inch is agonizingly slow, and you can’t help but whimper each time you roll your hips.
You start seeing stars when her mouth opens around your overworked clit, sucking it back to life while she fucks you with the toy.
“Another one thousand hearts and I’ll turn the dildo on the first setting, chat~”
ANA
Getting eaten out by Ana was always a gamble. It could be slow, intimate and personal, or she could fuck you up for the next couple of days unable to walk.
Ana likes to set the mood with you, it’s rare that you both get a little break once in a while, so if she could set the perfect time for a chance to eat you out, it’ll be when the two of you are relaxing in bed. She had booked this vacation months prior, ordering you both an exclusive hotel room with a sight that left you speechless when you first stepped inside.
She let you get comfortable first, settle down before you were about to go to sleep before she strikes.
“Ana, what are you doing?” Your hazy eyes flutter open when you feel your lover shift over you, slim calloused fingers spreading your underwear to the side.
It was almost embarrassing how pornographic your moan was, but you couldn’t help yourself when she started sucking around your little nub of pleasure so suddenly.
“Ana?” You grip your fingers into her silver hair, whining pathetically when she doesn’t budge.. you knew she could keep at you for hours when she wanted to, it was almost scary how concentrated she got at times like this…
SIGMA (pre black hole experiment)
Being married to Siebren was challenging. Not because he was necessarily difficult, but because he was too busy with work most of the time to hang around the house and lounge with you.
He’d often stay in his lab most nights, coming home rugged and questionably hyper, rambling on and on about how he was closer to finding out the “truth” or whatever he’d like to call it.
He’d catch you in your pajamas, hunched over the kitchen counter with a tired expression as you made yourself breakfast for work. It was rare you had an off day, even rarer for Siebren since his work was so demanding. But, when you did have an off day.. he’d never let you leave the bed most times. Siebren was dedicated to his work, that was 100% true, but he loved you more than he could say, and he could see the light fading from your eyes each time he came home late.
When you’re asleep he’ll crawl into the bed beside you, a soft navy blue of the morning skies blaring past the curtains in the bedroom. He knew you’d be off today, he kept a small calendar with your schedule on his phone after all. It’d only be best if he showed you how truly sorry he was.
Scooting underneath the covers was a bit tricky, but he manages to get himself right between your pretty plump thighs. He inhales you, kissing and rubbing his nose to your clothed sex. It was funny how pent up he was when he finally got to see you like this again… You looked so small in comparison to him, it was always so enduring how he remembers how tiny his wife actually was. His hands were massive, covering your thighs before his big calloused hands peel your underwear off. You whimper, and he halts for a moment before peeking up at you. Good, you were still sleeping.
He spreads your warm folds apart, smiling softly to himself when he finally sees your small puffy clit. He’s slow, so slow before his chapped lips wrap around your tiny bud. He loves how it pulses against his tongue, loves how he can engulf it whole.
He starts off slow, sucking your clit and rolling it between his large tongue, colossal hands gripping into your hips. He wants to work you awake, let you slowly succumb to his mouth before he has you screaming his name.
You take awhile to wake up, you always do, but as soon as he plunges his thick fingers in your cunt do you finally let out a sleepy yelp of confusion. You rub your pretty eyes, lifting the covers with a staggered hand before you cup his face. “W-What are you doing?” You whine, and of course he doesn’t answer since he’s so pent up on you. He’s holding you down with those big hands of his, rubbing soothing circles into your hips while he grinds into the mattress, gods, he could listen to you whine for hours.
NO LEAVING OLDER HEROES BEHINDDD (No proofreading)!
Summary: you've always pushed your feelings for Mizuki aside to maintain your relationship as it is, but when you get injured, hidden feelings bubble up
— requested by the lovely @clone-force-99 <3 enjoy babes!
froggi yaps -> i love this man sooooo much, once this writers block is over i swear i will write sm more for him :p enjoy!!
“Y’know, if you keep frowning like that, your face will get stuck.”
“Shut up,” you groan. “It will not.”
Mizuki barely manages to dodge the pillow you’ve sent sailing his way, catching it smoothly and resting it back on your bed. He cocks his head to the side, flashing you a toothy grin.
“Feeling violent today, are we?”
You watch him tug his baggy jeans back up over his hips, the harsh lines of his abs disappearing under a layer of denim big enough to fit both of you. They would look ridiculous on anyone else, but on him, they work. The dread sets in when he pulls his shirt over his head.
Your nights with him are always like this.
It starts with a rough night, feelings bubbling up in places they shouldn’t. Anger, frustration, bitterness. Tension. You argue, tease each other, try to do right by the people of Kanezaka. The night gets longer, colder.
The bubble bursts, and like clockwork, every damn time, one of you ends up in the other’s bed.
The hours you spend ruining each other—fucking, cuddling, fucking again—always culminate in this. Him leaving and you watching him go, a four letter word caught on your tongue.
You try to make the best of it, smiling through. “Leaving so soon?”
His head snaps up, mess of white hair falling into his face. “It’s late, I need my beauty sleep.”
Always with the damned jokes and deflections, even though something in his eyes tells you he knows exactly what you’re saying. Damn coward.
“Clearly it’s not working.”
He mocks looking offended. “Do you always fuck guys you think are ugly?”
Hot tension to your throat before you can stop it. The words are sharper than you mean them, harsher, and even after you clamp your hand over your mouth, you can’t stop them.
“Do you always run away from your feelings?”
“What?”
His brows furrow together, confusion written all over his face. It would be cute if your heart wasn’t chipping away at your ribcage, beating so quickly it’s threatening to burst.
You swallow. “Nothing.”
He hesitates, mouth falling open. “What—I don’t understand what you mean by that.”
You’re not entirely sure what you meant by that, either. The moment is dizzying. That usual warm, fuzzy lens you see him through has shattered, leaving behind the harsh shadows and cold air of the night around you.
“Nothing, sorry.” You force a smile, “I’m just bugging you.”
He visibly relaxes, patting your shoulder. “You had me worried there, so serious all the time.”
Something cracks inside your chest, unleashing a torrent of ice through your veins. You shiver, taking a deep breath. He was worried. That you wanted something more, that you wanted commitment.
And the worst part is that you do.
“Goodnight, Mizu.”
A ghost of a blush falls across his cheeks. Embarrassment? Awkwardness? You’re not sure.
“Goodnight.”
The crack in your heart only grows with the slamming of your door.
Your lungs are burning, the air charged with acid and fire. This wasn’t supposed to happen.
Every step you take only makes your body ache worse, the wound you’d sustained to your side bleeding more and more. Your hand clamps down further on it, teeth gritted while you try to stop the bleeding. This wasn’t supposed to happen.
It was a peaceful night, quiet and warm and serene. The kind of night you’d stay up late spilling secrets on, that you’d relax on. You were relaxed. Kiriko was not.
She’d been pacing the room, donut in her hand, anxiously rambling about how something doesn’t feel right. Something is wrong, she claimed.
You shrugged her off, “you always say that. The world is not going to end on a Tuesday night.”
But you were wrong.
It started with a quiet robbery. Something that would’ve gone unnoticed til morning. The convenience store would be cleared of its money, leaving the people of Kanezaka unharmed. But the wrong person in the wrong place at the wrong time and the Hashimoto opened fire on unarmed civilians.
Kiriko clocked it immediately, fox hearing making her ears twitch. Within a minute of the sounds of violence, half the Yokai were rushing over to put a stop to it.
That was mistake number two. In your haste to defend the defenseless, you’d gotten separated from the group and shouldered into a crowd of people fleeing the carnage. From there, it was a blur of carnage and bruises and fighting and pain.
You’re not quite sure how you got hurt, what caused the hideous gash in your side. All you know is you’re losing blood fast and the colours around you are starting to dull. This wasn’t supposed to happen.
You round a corner and trip over the toe of your sneakers, sailing through the air and to the unforgiving pavement beneath you. Strong arms catch you before you hit the ground, absorbing your momentum by stumbling backwards.
You blink, their hand is pressing into your aching side. The colour from the world has drained and yet it won’t stop spinning. It just spins and spins and spi—
A harsh tap to your cheek snaps you back to reality. A familiar set of eyes are looking at you beneath the wide brim of a hat, wide and concerned.
“How long have you been hurt like this?”
You swallow, his voice echoey and underwater but comforting all the same. The warmth of his body against yours is enough to soothe your pounding heart. His lips are still moving, opening and closing faster than you can keep track, but the words don’t come out.
“...Mizu?” You murmur, weakly reaching to sweep a strand of white hair from his face.
He catches your hand, intertwining your fingers with his. The world goes dark.
Mizuki’s hands are stained. No matter how hard he tries, he can’t seem to wash the blood away. His skin is raw from the friction, the soap drying out his palms, and yet the blood won’t go away. It covers his clothes, too, now discarded in a bag that will surely never smell the same again.
You’re still unconscious. Healthy, fine, breathing, but unconscious. It chews away at him. He’d healed you as soon as he’d gotten his bearings, Kiriko arriving almost as soon as you passed out. Between the two of them, they’d patched you up and managed to take you home.
Mizuki refuses to think about what would’ve happened if he wasn’t there. Your absence throughout the fight with the Hashimoto had eaten away at him until he couldn’t take it anymore, pulling himself away from the fight. He’d told them—begged them—not to touch you. That you’re strictly off limits.
Clearly someone didn’t get the memo.
The image of you, bleeding and hurt and reaching up for him, is burned into his head. He doesn’t remember the things he said now, the things he did, but he’s not sure a day will ever come where he’ll get the sight of you almost dying out of his mind.
The way you’d said his name so tenderly has been echoing off his skull for hours.
The sound of you stirring snaps Mizuki out of his thoughts, head turning in your direction at superhuman speed. Your eyes are barely open, squinting into the dim light of the night.
“Hello?” Your voice is dry, begging for water, “is someone there?”
“Hey, hey, it’s just me.”
He flushes slightly when he sees you visibly relax, shuffling his way over to you. He’s careful not to crowd you, not to approach too fast and freak you out. He kneels at your bedside so his head is close to being level with yours.
“How are you feeling?”
“I—fine,” you rub your aching temples, “what happened?”
He’s silent for a beat, making that face he always does when he’s contemplating. He’s ditched his hat and uniform now, dressed in a pair of plain sweats and a t-shirt. His hair is a mess as though he’s been tugging on it for hours.
“You—” His voice cracks, something heavy beneath them. “You got hurt. I found you just in time, I-I healed you but…you really had me worried there.”
You see it now, the weight of his worries, his anxiety. The feelings that linger beneath. The same ones you’ve harboured and forced yourself to swallow back.
You reach for his hand, weakly rubbing your thumb over his skin. “Don’t worry about me, Mizu, I’m gonna live forever.”
Your joke doesn’t land the way you hoped, his face stoney and eyes teary. He opens his mouth, tempted to remind you that you came very close to not living tonight, but he doesn’t trust himself not to speak right now. Not when three traitorous words are stuck in his throat.
“I’m sorry.”
He tilts his head slightly, looking at you with hope.
You drop his hand and scooch over in your bed, patting the mattress next to you. “C’mere.”
You don’t have to tell him twice. He climbs in after you, an arm automatically folding over your waist. To have you so close to him, to feel your body move with each breath and hear the thumping of your heart, it’s almost enough to relax him. Almost.
You rest your head against his chest, rubbing your fingers along the seams of his shirt. “I really am okay now, Mizu. I promise.”
“I know that, dummy.”
“Then why do you still look so sad?”
You look up at him with those damned eyes and he melts away bit by bit until all that remains of him is you. He takes a deep breath, hand tracing circles on your side.
“I think I—I love you.”
It’s not the grand spectacle he expected. You don’t kick him out, don’t yell at him, don’t do anything. In the silence, he almost wishes you did because the waiting is the worst part.
And then, like it’s the easiest thing in the world, you smile at him. “I think I love you too.”
He pulls you closer. Maybe this isn’t the worst thing in the world after all.
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𑣲 early stages of dating with mizuki except his misfortune gets in the way this time around…or does it? (^^)
nothing has gone in his favor today. some stupid domino effect that’s led him to this point, head bowed politely with a multitude of apologies spilling from his glossy, pink lips. your orders are long forgotten, and if he wasn’t so good at hiding his emotions, he’s sure he’d be all sniffly and teary eyed in front of you right now.
from the crow’s caw he heard this morning, to the hearse he saw drive by on the way here to this ramen shop, he figures his chances of seeing you again afterwords are fairly low. oh and don’t get him started on all of the fumbles and mishaps he’s made in-between and—aargh! why today of all days did the spirits have to encroach on him so much?!
was it because he split the pole when he was walking beside kiriko last week? damn, he knew something felt off about it!
it takes some time, but eventually he stops grueling long enough to notice you eyeing him with an unreadable expression.
“how long have you been staring at me? do i have something on my face?”
“no, mizuki,” you answer straight away, shutting him down before the fretting can get any worse. he feels your fingertips touch his chin before they tilt upwards, forcing him to make direct eye contact with you. “this is probably the best day i’ve spent with you so far.”
his eyes go wide at your entry, doubtful and confused.
“what?”
“you know—” you gesture to him with your free hand with a smile. “—i like seeing this side of you. you’re less nonchalant and more authentic.”
the click and clatter of plates and cutlery seem too loud behind the silence he drags in. you…like his vulnerability? never in a million years would he have thought he’d hear that. strange, how you find comfort in something so adverse.
“i. uhm. really?”
“honest.” you say kindly, and he can tell you mean it by the softness in which you carry yourself. the sentiment warms his heart in a way he’s never felt before. so much so that he almost melts into your touch.
thinkin about getting turned on w ur friend but none of u actually have any clue on what to do :((
what was supposed to be just a hangout at her house turned into a long long talk abt how ur ovulating and have nothing to do abt it bc youre so inexperienced that u dont even have a toy to get off with … as u keep on blabbering u dont notice your cunny getting all wet n puffy, dropling all over ur friends bed. shes moving around so much too, trying rub her clothed clit on her sheets.. u spend sm time together its so wonder ur cycles are aligned, both ovulating n dumb n horny n with nothing to help urself with…
ur cheeks are so hot, u feel so wet that ur going dumb over nothing, barely noticing ur friend leaning towards u and pressing her pink lips against yours, slowly sliding her tongue in your mouth. u suck on it so sloppily, but she doesnt mind because shes never done this before either.. spit drips down your chests, makin u both feel even more caged into ur clothes.. so you undress, finally letting ur tits n pussies breathe !! her hands slide down your shoulders and cup your boobs, squeezin n tuggin at ur nipples .. your eyes go straight to her chest, n u dont think twice before sucking on it, makin her moan louder n louder …
its not enough tho, but u both have no clue how to relieve yourselves .. u’ll just have to rub ur clits n puffy cunts together, squirting all over each other while giggling n drooling against ur mouths .. no thoughts just being dumb n subby with ur friend ♡
Juno
Words Of Affirmation - Tell her she’s doing good, that she’s wonderful, help her with her confidence. Help her learn words of affirmation for herself and help her grow. She’s so good at being there for others, building them up that she needs it too.
Mizuki
Gift Giving - He will always be buying you little trinkets and good luck charms, matching bracelets for you and him. He’ll bring you snacks to keep you going, if you're studying/working. Imagine also buying him good luck charms, if they are from you they are triple lucky!
Domina
Words Of Affirmation - Physical Touch: She’s spent so much of her life being moulded into what she presents as now, that just having someone she loves tell her she’s perfect for who she is, to reassure her she’s valid and important as the person she is behind the mask means the world to her. She’s also touch-starved, she’s been put on a pedestal for as long as she can remember, treated like glass, untouchable, unattainable. Just to be held close, a hand running through her hair. Brings her back to feeling human and cherished.
Kiriko
Quality Time - Spending time with the people she cares about most in the world is such a big deal for her. She doesn’t need grand gestures, gifts, words, just be with her, present in the moment. At her side when things get rough and unwaveringly loyal.
Lifeweaver
Words Of Affirmation - We have seen how he showers his friends with words of affirmation, he’s so open with his compliments and feelings he would absolutely bathe the people he loves in all his attention and praise. Daily, he’s telling his partner such sweet things, compliments rolling off his tongue and as flowery or as cheesy as they sound he still means every single word.
a/n: Can you tell this was meant to come out on Valentine's Day. Anyway, something for the new heroes. Minus the cat for very clear reasons.
Domina
💎》 She is very direct, and it comes off more of a statement rather than a question.
💎》 She already knows you're going to say yes to her, but she would spend some time making sure you agree.
💎》 Once she gets a full proof plan, she lures you in. Most likely, with the use of money and a lot of it by that.
💎》 Your taken to the fanciest of places. Buying you new clothes, makeup, jewellery, anything that catches your eye.
💎》 At least a couple of thousand dollars would be spent setting everything up.
💎》 After all she wants you indebted to her doing so will increase your chances of agreeing.
💎》 Once she believes you're ready, she brings you to the most fancy dinner restaurant.
💎》 Half way through dinner is when she asks.
💎》 “I think I deserve to be repaid for setting today up. You know how you do that? Be mine. It is simple enough I'm sure you can do that for me.”
You say yes
💎》 “Good I knew you were a smart one.”
💎》 She is noticeable a lot more happy having a smile on her face. As she lends back in her chair.
💎》 After dinner, she spends just a bit more money on you to remember the moment. Buying you a diamond ring with both of your initials on it.
You say no
💎》 “Really? After everything I have done for you. How ungrateful can you be?”
💎》 She bitter about it. But she also doesn't believe you would say no to hear so she gives you a chance to fix your answer.
💎》 For the next couple of days she's going make your life miserable until you change your answer.
💎》 If your answer remains a no, she moves on but not before using her wealth and power to change your life by destroying your chances of every getting a job or holding a job again.
Emre
👁》 Maybe his age is showing, but he wants it to be romantic when he asks.
👁》 But that kind of hard when it comes to the work he does and his problem, but he is going to try.
👁》 Also, with his history of dating being a bit of a playboy, so now, at his age, he wants to be better than his past self.
👁》 If Freja around she's probably going to rope herself in to being his wing women. She's not going to let himself make a fool of himself.
👁》 Pulling what he has together, he presents himself with a small bouquet of flowers. Along with grooming himself to make himself presentable to you.
👁》 Handing over the flowers, he asks for a moment of your time.
👁》 Accepting, he lend you away to a quiet area, one that had a breathtaking veiw. For a moment, he lets you enjoy it before he explains why you're really here.
👁》 Taking your hand into his, he speaks.
👁》“I… Know this is a selfish thing to ask, but. Can you make me the happiest man alive and be mine?”
You say yes
👁》 “Thank you…”
👁》 Squeezing your hand he smiled softly just staring amazed at the breathtaking person who just agreed to be his.
👁》 For the rest of the day the two of you spend enjoying each other community and the view of the quiet area.
You say no
👁》 “Ah…”
👁》 It is very awkward, and he lets go of your hand quickly, not wanting to make it worse.
👁》 He lends you back once doing so, so he pulls his scarf up, doing his best not to look at you.
👁》 Once down, he just leaves you alone. Disappear off the face of the earth, something his body does for him not letting himself or you realized that moment will be the last time the two of you would every meet.
Mizuki
⛩️》 Out of everyone he is the most relax about asking you. No gifts just him and his charm to sway you over. A tall ask for some but for him, it's going to be a cakewalk.
⛩️》 It be during a quiet moment where it just you and him with the rest of the Yōkai members nowhere in sight. Sitting on a rooftop together watching the stars up above.
⛩️》 Fiddling with the chain in his robotic arm as he shares some small talk with you wanting for the best time to ask his question.
⛩️》 And at that moment is where he chokes.
⛩️》 Apart of him had long accepted his feeling were one-sided and that asking you out might ruin the bond he spent so long building with you.
⛩️》To ruin all that work and to be left betraying your trust would hurt more to him than being a double agent and betraying people he grown to care for.
⛩️》 He could back out ask you another time but with his luck he might never get another time. So pushing ahead he asks you something trying to hide how nervous he is.
⛩️》 “So... I heard there this nice cafe was thinking me, you that place this Friday. Sounds good?"
You say yes
“Oh, that good glad you liked the idea."
⛩️》 He was lucky he wears a mask because if he didn't, you probably would see his big goofy grin.
⛩️》 Pulls down his hat and turns away like a blushing bride. It may look very out of character for his aloofness but to say he wasn't overjoy would be an understatement.
You say no
“Whatever.”
⛩️》 With a blank stare he just leaves. No comment no nothing. Leaving you alone to think over what you just said and the double meaning behind his words.
⛩️》 He bitter about it but keep that to himself. Along with staying away from you for now on like everything in his life he just always messes it up.
Anran
🔥》 She can handle most things well-being an older sibling. Becoming an Overwatch agent, growing up under strict parents the list goes on. But that shaped her into who she is.
🔥》 She also a 22 year old with barely any life experience who in her fourth year in university.
🔥》 To that this might be the hardest thing She every done. Even if she doesn't physically show how nervous she is.
🔥》 Wuyang being the best wingman he can with no experience does everything he can to ready his sister for the moment.
🔥》 Days of planning and brainstorming with Wuyang until she has a rough guild line of what she should do. Until she ready enough to ask you the big question that been on her mind.
🔥》 She come over to you with a box of chocolate in hand or a treat like it that she knows you would like. Handing that over she puff up her chest and pop the question to you.
🔥》 “These are for you… There is something else I do need to ask. Would it be alright with you, if we could go on a date this weekend?”
You say yes
🔥》 “Really? I mean glad you're giving me a chance.”
🔥》 She is shocked and you, and can hear a noticeable “Let's go!” in the background from Wuyang.
🔥》 Once collecting herself she thanks you once more promising you wouldn't regret agreeing.
You say no
🔥》 “Sorry to bother you then.”
🔥》 She's doing her best to hold it together as she quickly leaves.
🔥》 Though it hurt she understands being regret is just part of life and best thing she can do is move on. Even if her heart doesn't want to.
hellooo! if you are taking requests, could you please make a short headcanon list/one shot of mizuki (kamisama kiss) x reader? where mizuki isn't a yandere but super clingy and submissive, and likes to be around the reader ;^;
‧˚𓆙˚‧Clingy Mizuki hc˚‧𓆓
Hiiii thank u for ur request, i hope you like this ^_^ (sorry it took so long to post this)
Mizuki absolutely adores you, hangs on every word you say and everything you do. You knew of his clingy tendencies and his habit of becoming infatuated, they were apparent before you two started dating. When Mizuki would fall into little bouts of melancholy, a symptom of you not giving him enough attention, he'd often take his snake form and hide inside your purse or bag while you were out all day. You pretended to be unaware of this for a while, finding it sweet.
Mizuki was submissive in bed, thats not to say he didn't sometimes get carried away and took charge--the needy yokai just couldn't contain his want. He'd do anything to make you feel good, always prioritizing your pleasure. And when it was over, carnal desire quenched, he'd lay against your chest and whine until your arms embraced him.
Mizuki would whine a lot actually, like when you had to get up from cuddling to use the restroom, or if your phone would ping when you two were having a conversation, or if you suggested to split up in a store to be more efficient. He hated being away from you, hated having your attention diverted from him.
Thats not to say, of course, that Mizuki was unreasonable. See, you were just as much an enabler as he was dependent. Mizuki had been pampered by you for too long, had every whim entertained, every piece of affection you had to offer was his. And for that he was ever dutiful, following your lead with no hesitancy.
Mizuki had a tendency to make his sake a little too strong. Together, you would sit on the engawa, moonlight and a cool breeze sifting through the garden. Mizuki would take drink after drink, his affections growing needier, sleepily wrapping himself around you. You, also tipsy, would allow the closeness, your calm words comforting him. The night would ebb and flow between laughter and quiet murmurs.
Nothing made Mizuki more happy than when you said 'I love you', it didn't matter what had happened that day, if Tomoe someone had irritated him, or his divine duties had worn him out, Mizuki was a rejuvenated man at your words. He'd often pester you to say it agan, when you left, came home, saw him in the hallway, in the silence between the turn of a page or a dialogue in a film. Mizuki needed your affirmation.
There was one time Mizuki had to leave, important divine business in Izumo. While he was gone, you had the bright idea to pay a little dress up. Mizuki's attire was so different from your own, and the robes he wore looked so comfortable. However, like some movie cliche, Mizuki arrived home much earlier than anticipated. Mizuki was shocked when he found you lounging in his robes, comfortable, looking even more like the goddess he thought you were.
Mizuki had found such comfort in your tenderness, something he would never give or trade for anything.
