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[angelismmm]

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current hyperfixation: kiseki and red desire.

writing for: genshin, hsr, zzz, and etc. on my other blog.

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[sugarwarachan]

horny brainrot: haikyuu

andy's notes: good morning to all who need some smutty musings to start the day

characters: time-skip!, wakatoshi ushijima, kiyoomi sakusa, daichi sawamura, oikawa toruu, kageyama tobio, tsukishima kei, kuroo tetsurou, suna rintaro, kenma kozume

content warnings: p in v sex, reader referred to as "girl" as in "pretty girl", caregiver kink, breeding kink, creampie, thigh riding, virginity kink, corruption kink, praise kink, d/s elements, impact play, titty sucking, guided masturbation

ushijima gets painfully hard taking care of you. he loves how dependent you become for every little thing - how your eyes get so sweet and gentle when you thank him for all he does for you. when he's cooking soup for you, his brain is a million miles away, off fantasizing about you fluttering around his fingers, your voice a hoarse whimper against the thick column of his neck. he doesn't care if you can feed yourself - he wants to see you willingly open your mouth when he tells you to, wants to make sure you have a belly full of nutrients before he parts your legs and noses between your folds. "it's good to have an orgasm when you're not feeling well. everyone knows that, my love."

sakusa has a breeding kink because of the ownership, the mess, the sheer fucking risk. you had a pregnancy scare once and it bricked him up instantly. now every time he's fucking you, he's promising to knock you up, smiling to himself when you clench and groan around him. he stuffs you full of cum and then fingers it back into you, fingertips expertly rubbing along the walls he's just coated white with his seed. you're a mess of his making, painted in his cum and soon to be swollen with his child.

daichi isn't stupid—he sees the way you look at him, virgin eyes all sweet and trusting when you tell him that you want him to be your first, that you trust him. he wishes he could ignore the possessive desire to take your virginity, to corrupt you so completely that no other man can ever lay claim to you in the way that he has. but he can't, not when you're whimpering in his lap, legs draped on other side of his thigh, swollen pussy beating in time with his heartbeat as he bounces you up and down. "i know, i know," he soothes. "feels real good, doesn't it, angel?"

oikawa is the sloppiest pussydrunk simp to ever exist. the second he's inside of you, he's moaning and whimpering, barely able to stop himself from praising you. "oh fuck baby -- my pretty baby, you feel so good. you're mine, right honey? all fucking mine?" he can barely control himself; the velvety suck of your walls along his cock feels unreal. "wish you knew how good you feel -- it's impossible not to fuck you full, sweet girl." he buries his face in your neck, hips erratic in rhythm, thighs flexing with every thrust. "please let me cum inside you, baby, please." his fingers dig into your skin when he feels you tighten around him. "oh fuck, right there? is that where you need me?"

kageyama lets you use him like a dildo - legs tied apart and your panties stuffed in his mouth. he's uncharacteristically noisy in his pleasure, grunting and groaning every time you shift your hips. "you like being used like this, don't you?" you smirk down at him. "mr. big strong volleyball player just wants his pretty dick wet." but all he's thinking about is the sheer athleticism of your thighs, how beautiful you look with sweat dripping down your face and in between your tits, and how desperately, violently, he needs you to let him cum.

tsukishima loves to fight and fuck. nothing gets this man harder than someone who goes toe to toe with him. what he didn't expect was how much he wants you to smack him across the mouth when he finally slides inside of you, how much he wants you to tell him he's not fucking you well enough. "slap me," he says. you flash the nastiest smirk before your palm rings across the side of his face. his cock twitches. "yeah. do that shit again, baby."

kuroo loves how smart you are; one of his favorite things to do is lay between your thighs and listen to you read to him, his face squished into your tummy and his arms wrapped around your hips. he loves it so much that your reading sessions often turn into him lazily licking between your folds for hours. a command for you to keep reading rumbles from his throat whenever your focus wavers, when the swirl of his tongue through your wet heat bucks your hips off the bed. "who said you could stop?" he pulls away from your clit. "i'm really interested in learning more about mycology, baby."

best friend!suna takes your "getting your tits sucked on can't feel that good" personally. he tells you it's a shame that no one's ever made you feel good like that, that you should make sure you don't like it before you entirely discard the practice. "plenty of people have sucked on my tits," you tell him. "none of them were me," he replies, all serious calm mixed with arrogant intent. you know you're fucked when he squeezes the heft of a breast in his palm, teeth scraping over your nipple. you arch into his touch. "see? the little princess just needed special treatment."

kenma is amazing at guided masturbation. he doesn't have the best game in person, but behind a keyboard, he's a master. his instructions for you are always slow and methodical, a careful exploration of the erogenous zones he knows drive you wild. you're so obedient, too, sending him voice clips when he tells you to, your pretty voice on display as you finger yourself slowly. his final message reads: please show me how pretty you look rn, along with a picture of his flushed face, leaking cock in his hand.

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[awhkaiy]

do you think varka would let you tie a bow around his bicep? 🥹🎀

Oh, absolutely <3

Varka’s bicep is probably the size of an average person’s thigh, scarred from thirty years of fighting monsters and leading campaigns. The sheer visual contrast of a delicate ribbon tied around that massive, battle-hardened muscle is hilarious, but for him, it’s a total power move.

​”Hold still,” you muttered, trying to loop the silk thread around the thick, calloused curve of his arm. “Your arm is too big, Varka, I'm running out of ribbon.”

​”Not my fault the archons blessed me with good genetics,” he rumbled, his voice vibrating right through his chest.

​He didn't move an inch. His broad shoulder remained completely stationary as you pulled the knot tight, tying a neat, delicate little bow right over a faded saber scar on his bicep. The pastel fabric looked utterly ridiculous against his leather strap and rugged skin.

​After placing a kiss on his cheek—for good measure, you stepped back to admire your work. Varka lifted his arm, bending his elbow to inspect the tiny bow perching on his massive arm like a bird on an oak branch.

​A wide, lopsided grin split his face. He reached out with two huge fingers, gently tapping the edge of the bow so it fluttered, then patted your head with enough force to ruffle your hair.

​”Well,” he grunted, rolling his sleeve back up just enough so the bow remained fully visible to the entire tavern. “Guess I'm not allowed to lose any arm wrestling matches tonight. Wouldn't want to ruin the decor.”

And this is the best part. He will not take it off.

​If Jean, Kaeya, or any of his captains walk into the room, Varka won't try to hide it or untie it. He will strut through Mondstadt or the expedition camp like it's a medal of honor. When someone asks about it, he’ll clap a hand on his chest and boast, “Custom fitting! Got it from a very important supervisor. Hands off!—you don't get one.”

​If someone laughs, he’ll laugh right along with them, flexing his arm so the bow stretches, completely unbothered because he knows who tied it and why. He'll leave it on until he literally has to put his heavy pauldrons back on for armor prep—and even then, he’d probably carefully untie it and tuck the ribbon right into his inner breast pocket next to his heart just because it's from you.

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[danijaci]

the bucket tool when there's a small gap:

[miyaz6ki]

when you're highkey hot when you fight, so it's their turn to be flustered — gachiakuta x reader

ʚ♡ɞฺ　　main m.list　ྀིᨯ — content. character is downbad for YOU, i go kind of in detail when reader beats trash beasts up, reader highkey body tea / body is built cuz of the way they train & what they do everyday LOL. jabber is a bit suggestive but eh, its jabber

m note: maybe i'll make longer versions of these separately soon

m word count: like 100-200+ each

m character included: enjin, zanka, tamsy, jabber, corvus, zodyl

enjin freezes up before smirking and keeps up with the pace you go at while beating down a few trash beasts right by your side. before starting the mission, he bet with you on who could kill more, but after seeing you? well...

"shit, seems like i... i lost." "well, you owe me dinner now, don't you?" a small smile appeared on your lips before giving his arm a pinch while walking off, going back to join riyo and the others.

kind of just leaves him speechless the whole night. thinking about how... attracted he was to you when you would stab a monster into its throat; wiping off the smelly musk of whatever you could call the trash beast's blood from your mask,

god even when you muttered how disgusting it was under your breath, why were you suddenly so hot?! (you've always been)

zanka's reaction is similar—i mean, hello, like father like son. his figure is just frozen on the field when he sees you take care of the bugs that had been pestering this poor elderly couple when they're just trying to grow a garden in quite literally the middle of nowhere.

so when you pick your weapon up and out of the monster's head that had deliberately covered the upper half of your vital instrument in smelly... can you even call that bodily liquids if its a trash beast?

he just feels his face fluster underneath his mask when you scoff at the corpse, "could've at least made it an easier job for cleaning. come on, zanka, let's go." "yes! yes. i- err, let's go!" suddenly straightens his posture and walks proudly as if you hadn't just gotten him a little hot and bothered from just telling a garbage beast to fuck off.

"...zanka, wrong way." "ah..."

tamsy's eyes widen in minimal surprise when he sees the way you utilize his own vital instrument, using your own to strike through every beast he had tied securely; watching their bodies become corpses one by one as they fell, the clothing around your arms were briefly scratched off,

yet the only thing you were concerned about was... "tamsy! come on, let's get out of here!" you already slipped your arm around his arms and legs, and rushed back to the vehicle you took to get there. the wasteland looked disgustingly teal as per usual, but now an unusual shade of red would cover tamsy's face.

you sat beside him in the car, silently closing your eyes as you rested, and as soon as he could see you weren't looking? he took more than a few glances at your figure, more specifically your arms. whether or not you work out, the work you do with him was more than enough to have you unintentionally flexing apparently.

and he was ALLLL for it.

jabber likes to think you're calling him a pest while you slice neatly through three beasts at once. has begged you once for a duel just to see you point your vital instrument at him and call him a dirty bug too but... well you being you; declining is the most sane option here.

"disgusting." your glare remains ice cold as you took your weapon back out of the monster, only uncovering half of your face to check out what the garbage had dropped, jabber was clearly enjoying himself in the background.

"god, are you sure you don't wanna... haah, take out your anger like that on me instead? we wouldn't have to go out all the ti-" "for the last time, no."

corvus trusts you with the fight, and watches. not just because he trusts you though, semiu knows the little glances he gives you, especially as of recent while your jacket is still being repaired by august. your arms hadn't looked as good as they did before... or maybe he just never noticed?

you had swung your vital instrument around you to take out multiple enemies at once, corvus having stuck right to the side, simply observing when all of a sudden... a creature jumps up from behind, yet he doesn't even flinch when you end up so close to him to cut it smoothly in half. a brief quirk in his brow,

his figure only moves to match your speed, never taking his eyes off you once. "you make quick work of them don't you?' expecting a cheeky reply, he watches you brush dust off your shoulder before checking on him. "you good, boss?"

"...never better. let's keep going, yeah?" you won't truly disregard the way he had slipped an arm around your waist to pull the both of you forward.

zodyl is similar, watching you fearlessly, and swiftly protect him without him having to lift a finger, he trusted you a lot. but his trust didn't necessarily mean finding you attractive, so why did his face wince when he saw the way your gaze stay sharp, easily hitting any enemy that tried to come near.

you hadn't even realized how his eyes stayed on you the whole time, not to mention the way you've developed your figure to fight with more agility... his eyes only dip down to watch your back flex when your vital instrument would uppercut a trash beast.

when it was all over, he quickly looks away, wanting to avoid you seeing him gawk over you. "...sir are you alr-" "let's not get distracted." quickly moving past you, you just give a confused stare before following behind. what's got him all hot and bothered?

[miyaz6ki]

well if you're gonna munch, eat it well! — gachiakuta x gn! afab! reader

ʚ♡ɞฺ　　main m.list　ྀིᨯ — content. nsfw & 18+ content ahead, cunnilingus, no gendered pronouns/petnames, vital instrument play (tamsy), sir kink (corvus), reader has afab anatomy

m note: i am so out of ideas bro, i might make like separate one shots based on these lil scenes :0

m word count: like 400-500+ each

m character included: enjin, tamsy, corvus

part two with jabber, zodyl, gris, follo next maybe?

you honestly didn't think enjin was the type to eat. really you didn't, it was way past dinnertime, so what had him spreading your thighs with his calloused palms like this so late into the night?

the mission was an incredible success, enjin was having the best round of his life, and it only got even better when your kisses would be so much more than just one, because it turned to two... turned to three, then four...

so all of a sudden when he trails his love bites down your stomach all the way to your...

"s- stay still..." dipping his tongue deeper into you kept your back arched, your thighs still quivering around his head, subconsciously, you didn't know if you wanted to keep him there or to push him off, really.

well, usually when it came to your usual love-making activities, he'd say foreplay is his favorite because he'll end up forgetting to fuck you with his dick when you taste so good on his tongue instead.

even when it came to kissing up your thighs, what can i say, he's one (im)patient man!

"nnnha! 'jin... w— wait... haahn s- slow down!" muttering under your breath, it was one of the factors that made enjin the munch he is for you, your hands buried in his hair while you continued to bury his mouth deeper into your folds, his nose bumps into your sensitive clit every now and then.

your brows furrowed, his hands squeeze your thighs—a quiet way of telling you to stop squirming.

"keep those pretty eyes open f'me, sweet..." mumbling into your cunt, darker hues becloud your cheeks, it was adorable how badly you were struggling in his hands, enjin's indurated fingertips rubbed small circles onto the soft plush of each thigh; tonguefucking a person as cute as you were probably had to be one of the best feelings out there.

"mmnf enjin please, t'much..." face being buried so deep in your pussy, he loved the way you tasted in his mouth, if you'd let him, he would stay between your soft thighs. your pulse quickened when the musk continued to fall off your forehead; licking long stripes up your slit to see the way your back would arch so undeniably,

he could hear the gasp for air in shock from you, only ever briefly removing his mouth to place lust-filled kisses and bites on your inner thighs. your spine continues to shudder, it was mean how your vision was so blurred. drool dribbling down the corner of your mouth, your grasp on his hair only clenches.

a shaky exhale leaves you, his tongue only slurps and sucks at your sweet clit with urgency, the pressure building up again right below your stomach, making you groan again; aching at how close you were again, your eyes widen before you shut them, almost not wanting to feel the rush of bliss again.

"mmm... y're close, arenf't ya," it's sick how easily enjin could tonguefuck you, how easily he could get you to come on his mouth, he could only tell by your breathing fragments that you were slowly starting to reach your peak, a small tear slips past your eyelid.

your heart beats rapidly, nearly out your chest, his arms tighten around your waist and brings your hips as close as possible;

you didn't even know really where to place your palms, yet all of a sudden your body's tension suddenly snapped, "fuckin' come, sweet! come on my tongue!"

was all you heard until your juices gushed into his mouth, flashes of white spark behind your eyes when your fourth orgasm peaks—it's alarming how fast you would cave into the pleasure he could give you.

you always joked to your boyfriend tamsy that he should tie you up so he could tease your body while you resist against the blue thread... it wasn't a bad idea, you mentioned it months ago, is it a crime he wanted to keep that in mind?

not really.

the mission felt like a fresh breath of air for those who've been looking for a hard case that was actually easy.

so edging you with adorable little kitten licks while his vital instrument kept your legs apart, blue rope securely keeping your thighs nicely sprawled open for him while cold air gives more attention to you than his tongue does :(

cold ghost touches trace your legs up and down, enough to make you shiver at how carefully he'd watch your face for any of the adorable reactions you had.

despite it showing on his face, he still had the need to hide his clear interest in pleasing you by teasing you for almost way too long...

"n- nngh!" you shut your eyes almost immediately before your lashes flutter open again, with disappointment clear in your face. "tamsy! are you even gonna... ahh start? if not i could just- whhaa!"

you voice cracked uncharacteristically when he dove his tongue into your cunt, now casually making out with your sweet clit; moving a hand to slip a finger inside your warm, soppy entrance. now it was your turn in wanting to hide what you actually feel like!

"mmmn, tastes s'much nicerf th... mmhaa- than i th- thought." his voice vibrates your cunt with a certain softness to it, your fingers thread into his hair while your hips rock themselves into his mouth.

it's an addiction, an urge you could say, for tamsy to move his mouth, working his tongue in your hole. but before you could even think to form a response, his thumb is rubbing nicely up against your swollen clit.

making your breath hitch, eyebrows knit, and pull his hair.

tamsy wasn't even one to be really vocal necessarily, but you made it hard to not when you'd squirm whenever the pulses of his words were echo into your whole being, small and noticeable shivers run up and down your spine. nodding frantically under intoxication, breathy moans that fell desperate on your tongue,

a fist of his hair in your balled palm was all he needed to see how need y you were, especially when you had the great idea of pushing his face even deeper inside you. tasting parts no one else has ever touched...

another thing he favored a lot when eating you out was your skin being squished by the rope, watching your soft thighs spill around the rope that kept you spread made his own eyes roll back,

his one hand on your thigh keeps a strong grip, locking you onto his mouth and bringing you as close as he could.

well... i'd have something funny he'd say here but really, he can't speak from how good you taste.

you feared to be around your boss, corvus, whenever something hadn't exactly gone to plan. it succeeds but at the cost of his team? most importantly: you, his secretary. it hurt him to see that the person who had plead loyalty and allegiance to him and the cleaners for as long as forever...

to see you being touched by someone that wasn't him on a mission that required you both to fake being a couple at a certain event.

he couldn't take it.

so here he was, the corvus of the cleaners, rapidly lapping at your adorably aroused, wet slit. your thighs sit nicely over his shoulders while he effortlessly lifts your lower body to be able to kiss every part. big hands resting on each side of your thigh,

you were spreading your folds for him, barely one eye open when you take peeks at the man you've been calling boss most of your time with him hungrily eat you out with a fucking passion. it was hard to tell if he was kissing or slurping, but there's one thing you knew,

and it's that he ravished you.

"f- uuckk... s- sir, pleasef— slow do... haah!"

your words die out completely when you let out an audible gasp, your hands flies to his head to push him in deeper; you could both feel and hear clearly that the pace he set suddenly accelerated. wait... you don't think he has a...

he removes his mouth from your cunt briefly, a clean 'pop!' sound echoes fast as he gives you another hungry stare, "say that again."

warm breath falling against your climax-ridden pussy, your face was flushed with dark hues, matching your squirming behavior as you remain flustered and frozen.

"i... huh?" you barely had a moment to think before he slipped two cold, and unnerving digits into your entrance, "ahhngh!"

"i want you to say it again. call me sir, sweetheart."

hardly being able to gather your thoughts properly, you blink through the strong vanilla scent he had helped you get for the occasion earlier.

jolts of electricity ran up your spine when he continues to grind his long fingers against your g-spot, making your back arch onto them, your mouth agape with a scarce sound out your mouth. squeezing around his digits wasn't helping your case at all either,

"go on, ask me to keep going."

you can only give an eager nod as you tried your best to even come up with the courage to speak, "mmn... sir?" god he could feel a twitch in his pants hearing your voice call out to him like that.

"can you.. ngh- please keep eating me o- out...?"

there are so many times he had wished he could just pull you aside and ease the tension in you. so many different situations, and now when he finally gets the satisfaction... is it so bad a man wants to please what's his when they've been so good for him all these years?

his loyal secretary.

his.

"nngh- ahh cor- s'good..." tears started to build up in the edges of your eyes, same beautiful eyes you'd use to ensure the cleaners stayed as diligent and disciplined while he wasn't there... now they're awestruck at the mess you made on his mouth.

your high almost immediately comes back, heat pooling just as much as it did earlier... was it his delirious pacing with his tongue? or maybe...

it was the way one hand would stay on your thigh to keep you stable, while the other would press a hand on your lower stomach. harshly might i add.

you could feel your jaw almost drop, a small drop of drool starting to dribble out your mouth while your legs jerk involuntarily, you don't know where to place your hands until—

a snap of electricity shocks your whole body, you barely even let out a cry of pleasure from how good it felt, hearing corvus swallow up your gushing juices only made it feel even better.

it was only the overstimulation that he continued to cause using his tongue while you were still trying your best to recovery from the heaven-sent orgasm he had just launched into you without even using his cock.

[mrseddisonwatts]

Heyy :3

Could I maybe ask for Eddie&Volt headcanons with a reader who is just too polite for their own good? Like they find it hard to say no, they refuse to raise their voice, they apologize a lot, etc.

(established relationship mayhaps? :3c)

Eddie & Volt with an overly polite/apologetic reader

Reader Pronouns: You

Warnings: Alcohol mentioned & a drunk guy being a creep? That’s it I think! Comment if I missed something.

At first, Volt is panicked that he’s a bad host or making you feel uncomfortable! He’s doing his best to be his regular, charming, flirty self, but you keep apologizing for yourself??

He tries to brush your side, or place a hand behind your back to guide you into The Breaker Box? You’re apologizing for bumping into him… Because that’s what you thought happened, apparently?

He takes that as a challenge to amp up his flirting, but it can backfire; you say yes to doing things with him, even when you don’t want to, and he can tell; he things he scares you, somehow.

Eddie is either the perfect match or the absolute worst.

On one hand, he’s appreciative when you come to help him out after hours, and once you get past the rough exterior he’s super sweet on you. He’s comfortable sitting in silence if you want, but he’s also engaged when you talk about yourself! Not polite small talk, or what you think people want to hear; you.

But on the other hand, if you start apologizing for something that wasn’t your fault, he flat out tells you to stop. He’s stern, but not necessarily outright mean.

“Stop that shit. If I have a problem I’ll tell you there’s a problem.”

If you do this around him enough he’ll start worrying about you; watching you like a hawk while you’re at The Breaker Box, or more accurately watching everyone else.

Some patron coming onto you a bit too strong, but you don’t feel comfortable telling them to go away?

“Hey, Drysdale? Yeah, go fuck yourself! Get out.” (sorry Drysdale you are an unfortunate casualty)

Volt is less direct in that regard; he’ll more likely redirect someone’s attention from you to the show, so he can take you away from them.

“Ah, hello Live-Wire! My, have you been seeing Johnny tonight? This is his best show yet…”

“As much as I appreciate you keeping our Live-Wire company, I must steal them away for a moment. Have you seen our seasonal drink menu? The feature is to die for…”

Once you get close enough with the two of them to start dating, they’re maybe a little too protective of you,

Always asking about your schedule, cancelling any plans you’d only agreed to out of politeness, etc.

There’s always one of them around the bar watching you; not stalking you or anything, but passively looking over every few minutes to make sure no one is bothering you!

Similarly, if you don’t show up to The Breaker Box, they’re begin to worry; usually questioning Dorian or the nearest object they know you talk to regularly.

One night, they notice you still aren’t there when the shows about to start, and call Dorian in to ask about you. As Dorian begins telling the pair that you’d been running late, humouring Amir a bit too much while picking out your outfit, they hear a commotion just outside.

Some drunk had started yelling at you for not reciprocating their advances, and with Dorian inside, no one was there to stop them…

Until the pair (and Dorian ofc but this isn’t about him) walk out to see you, quietly muttering apologies at the increasingly loud man.

Eddie wants to yell at the idiot, and almost does, but he’s not as fast and Volt.

Volt might as well have turned blue; he grabs the man, yelling something about disturbing his bar, and harassing his Live-Wire.

Dorian steps in, throwing the guy out, but Volt isn’t quick to calm down. It takes Eddie wrapping an arm around you and assuring him that you’re fine for him to calm the static electricity cracking around his whole body.

If you’re feeling too shaken up they’d close the bar in an instant; absolutely 0 hesitation. If you want them to go on as usually though, Volt would have Eddie sit with you while he did the show; he’d worry too much otherwise.

After that incident Eddie tries to coach you on “being mean” in order to help you set clearer boundaries with people, but he can only do so much.

But lucky you! You have two lovely boyfriends who are more than happy to fill in the blanks when needed.

…Do try to stay out of trouble though, for their sake.

A/N: I hope this is okay!! I tend to take requests in my own direction, so hopefully this is what you had in mind :,) Also Cam post soon I think he’s infected my brain… ALSO Also more Eddie/Volt!! I love them bad.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!! I won’t do everyone, but it’s usually up to what inspires me so don’t be afraid to ask :3

[mattsundaes]

♡ DATE EVERYTHING! — EDDIE ♡

18+ — f!reader, thigh riding, fingering

(part one)

your date is awful.

and you dream about dexterous hands when you collapse in bed that night.

hands that make quick work of the bra beneath your top, and a mouth that’s absent of its biting, sardonic remarks for once as lips close over the sheer, lacy fabric that remains between it and your tits.

eddie groans as he mouths at your peaked nipples, hands curled almost possessively around your waist as he backs you into the wall of the closet. you gasp at the sensation of it, of the way the soaked fabric rubs against your sensitive, pert buds while he sucks.

you dream about a hand that splays flat against your spine when you arch into him, an amused chuckle that settles in your chest like warm, dripping honey.

it’s like every part of your body runs on a single current as eddie kicks your feet apart; the sensation vibrates all the way to the back of your throat as your mouth waters in anticipation.

you dream about a muscled thigh slotted firmly between your legs, skirt rucked up around your waist.

eddie’s lips trace a treacherous path from your collarbone to the hinge of your jaw, one that only serves to exacerbate the growing dampness in your panties.

he presses a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the tender place just behind your earlobe, and you exhale a quiet, needy sound. the tip of his thumb brushes along your bottom lip just as he nudges his thigh even more firmly against your slick mound.

you gasp.

he chuckles.

eddie’s touch is a relay, one that guides the arousal flaring in your veins to its center point—the place where your cunt now throbs with need as he presses into you.

you dream of a low, gravelly voice, one that leaves your weak knees pliant as he murmurs, “bad date?”

“what makes you think that?”

eddie drags his nose along your cheek, one hand cupping your hip beneath your skirt. he slides it over just enough to feather a thumb over your clothed slit.

“well, you’re awful wet right now for someone who came home satisfied, princess.”

he presses into your sensitive, swollen bundle of nerves, and you gasp, a feeling akin to being softly electrocuted flooding your abdomen with liquid heat.

you dream of strong hands on your hips, of white-hot arousal dripping down your throat and spilling all over your insides as eddie rocks you on his thigh.

his name is a desperate plea on your lips as he mouths at the curve between your shoulder and neck, as his hands serve only as a guide once you begin to desperately hump his thigh in earnest.

“that’s it,” he breathes out, mouth skirting over yours in a slick, hot ghost of a kiss. “good girl.”

completely soaked with arousal, your panties cling to the sticky, dripping mess of your pussy as you rock your hips and moan, chasing the charged wire of pleasure that eddie’s carefully threaded inside of you.

you dream of two fingers that tug your panties aside, that plunge inside of your cunt to the last knuckle and leave you seeing stars.

eddie kisses you then, filthy and spit-soaked and all-consuming as he groans into your mouth while you leak sticky arousal all over his hand. while you moan and whine his name, fingers clawing at his back until he finger fucks you over the edge.

you dream of an orgasm that leaves you gushing and screaming, trembling and shaking and nearly sobbing—

your heart’s still racing when you wake up suddenly, disoriented by the feeling of your pillows and sheets.

and you swear you see the dull glow of the nightlight in the hallway flicker for just a moment as you become aware of the sticky, soaked mess between your legs.

[takatul]

dateables with a homeowner that uses their objects intimately without meaning to?? LMAO pre-meeting them/suggestive (second route au, but can be separate)

With Dorian, there’s many scenarios where your hands are full/carrying stuff. You can’t really close any doors without struggling. So, when you started to use your hips to shut them, Dorian lets out a soft grunt, light pink dusting his cheeks. He understands the struggle… but it doesn’t leave him any less flustered— feeling your hips collide against him.

Same thing can be applied to Washford and Cabrizzo. For Washford, it’s when you empty out the wet clothes and throwing them into Drysale— absentmindedly hitting your hips/waist/leg against his opening. And since it needs to lock in place, you press against him just hard enough to hear a click. In this position, your skin is unintentionally pressing against his chest. He hums. It would be quite easy for him to reach and guide you in a much different position. It sends his mind racing, that’s for sure.

Cabrizzio, on the other hand, gets the full body experience. Literally LMAO. If you’re crouching down to rummage through pots, you use your shoulder/back/ass to shut the cabinet. Wanting to close a drawer cabinet while occupied? You’ll use your hip, turn to the side, or lift a leg. It’s amusing to him how you’ll use any body part except your hands to do the job. He admires your dexterity (and the warmth you give/take every time you push against him).

On days where you use free will, you sit on top of counters and tables for shits and giggles.

Cabrizzio worries a bit when this happens. He isn’t exactly built to carry humans like couches and chairs. As he feels you shift on top of him though, it feels as if you trust him enough to keep lifted. Cabrizzo supposes this is why he has a six pack— to carry cute homeowners like you.

Abel straight up sweats, hoping you won’t hurt yourself! Gosh. He’s a table, not a gosh-darn chair. Despite the obvious issue, your weight on him actually feels comforting. And while he understands gliding your fingers across him helps you think, he’d rather you… not. It just sends a shiver down his spine!

For smaller items, they would think you can’t possible fluster them, yet you managed to prove them wrong.

Tony feels goosebumps cover his arms as you mouth a screwdriver, tinkering the breaker box. Since the og!homeowner left the house in a disarray, you’ve been keeping up with maintenance to not let that situation repeat again. As a result, the tool box is glued to your side. Tony acts like your lips don’t faze him— only to stutter out a groan as you suddenly bite down on the screwdriver. (You were getting frustrated.) Fucking hell. Tony shudders, the sharpness of your teeth nibbling his neck. You’re going to kill him at this point.

Penolope squealed the first time you dragged a pen to your lips. You were taking notes from the computer. The more engrossed you became, the more you fidgeted. Deeply concentrating, you brought the pen to your lips. Not biting down, but dragging it back and forth against your lips. Nowadays, she can usually tell when you’re going to repeat this unique quirk again, but that does not mean she’s any less affected. Though… after a while, the sensation is rather… addictive… to say the least.

Chance is in the same boat as Penolope. Except you’re more prone to tossing him back and forth between your hands. On the days that doesn’t happen however… the man would practically burst into flames. You’d draw circles across his sides at an excruciating slow pace. Back and forth. Switch to a different side. Repeat. By the you shut off the computer and exit the workroom for the day, Chance is left to compose himself at how bothered he is. You’re such a tease.

Lyric has a situation only unique to him. He notices you enjoy reading, indulging in a magazine for gossip or a good book to daydream about. Sometimes you’d fall asleep while reading. But the weirdest part? You’d purposefully cover your face with the book so light won’t peak through. In this position you’re practically almost kissing him! And you don’t even know it?! He can feel himself shaking, feeling you breathe and the proximity of your lips. He— he should use this as inspiration for his story. Yes. Totally not because he wants to relive this scene over and over again.

[mrseddisonwatts]

Heyy :3

Could I maybe ask for Eddie&Volt headcanons with a reader who is just too polite for their own good? Like they find it hard to say no, they refuse to raise their voice, they apologize a lot, etc.

(established relationship mayhaps? :3c)

Eddie & Volt with an overly polite/apologetic reader

Reader Pronouns: You

Warnings: Alcohol mentioned & a drunk guy being a creep? That’s it I think! Comment if I missed something.

At first, Volt is panicked that he’s a bad host or making you feel uncomfortable! He’s doing his best to be his regular, charming, flirty self, but you keep apologizing for yourself??

He tries to brush your side, or place a hand behind your back to guide you into The Breaker Box? You’re apologizing for bumping into him… Because that’s what you thought happened, apparently?

He takes that as a challenge to amp up his flirting, but it can backfire; you say yes to doing things with him, even when you don’t want to, and he can tell; he things he scares you, somehow.

Eddie is either the perfect match or the absolute worst.

On one hand, he’s appreciative when you come to help him out after hours, and once you get past the rough exterior he’s super sweet on you. He’s comfortable sitting in silence if you want, but he’s also engaged when you talk about yourself! Not polite small talk, or what you think people want to hear; you.

But on the other hand, if you start apologizing for something that wasn’t your fault, he flat out tells you to stop. He’s stern, but not necessarily outright mean.

“Stop that shit. If I have a problem I’ll tell you there’s a problem.”

If you do this around him enough he’ll start worrying about you; watching you like a hawk while you’re at The Breaker Box, or more accurately watching everyone else.

Some patron coming onto you a bit too strong, but you don’t feel comfortable telling them to go away?

“Hey, Drysdale? Yeah, go fuck yourself! Get out.” (sorry Drysdale you are an unfortunate casualty)

Volt is less direct in that regard; he’ll more likely redirect someone’s attention from you to the show, so he can take you away from them.

“Ah, hello Live-Wire! My, have you been seeing Johnny tonight? This is his best show yet…”

“As much as I appreciate you keeping our Live-Wire company, I must steal them away for a moment. Have you seen our seasonal drink menu? The feature is to die for…”

Once you get close enough with the two of them to start dating, they’re maybe a little too protective of you,

Always asking about your schedule, cancelling any plans you’d only agreed to out of politeness, etc.

There’s always one of them around the bar watching you; not stalking you or anything, but passively looking over every few minutes to make sure no one is bothering you!

Similarly, if you don’t show up to The Breaker Box, they’re begin to worry; usually questioning Dorian or the nearest object they know you talk to regularly.

One night, they notice you still aren’t there when the shows about to start, and call Dorian in to ask about you. As Dorian begins telling the pair that you’d been running late, humouring Amir a bit too much while picking out your outfit, they hear a commotion just outside.

Some drunk had started yelling at you for not reciprocating their advances, and with Dorian inside, no one was there to stop them…

Until the pair (and Dorian ofc but this isn’t about him) walk out to see you, quietly muttering apologies at the increasingly loud man.

Eddie wants to yell at the idiot, and almost does, but he’s not as fast and Volt.

Volt might as well have turned blue; he grabs the man, yelling something about disturbing his bar, and harassing his Live-Wire.

Dorian steps in, throwing the guy out, but Volt isn’t quick to calm down. It takes Eddie wrapping an arm around you and assuring him that you’re fine for him to calm the static electricity cracking around his whole body.

If you’re feeling too shaken up they’d close the bar in an instant; absolutely 0 hesitation. If you want them to go on as usually though, Volt would have Eddie sit with you while he did the show; he’d worry too much otherwise.

After that incident Eddie tries to coach you on “being mean” in order to help you set clearer boundaries with people, but he can only do so much.

But lucky you! You have two lovely boyfriends who are more than happy to fill in the blanks when needed.

…Do try to stay out of trouble though, for their sake.

A/N: I hope this is okay!! I tend to take requests in my own direction, so hopefully this is what you had in mind :,) Also Cam post soon I think he’s infected my brain… ALSO Also more Eddie/Volt!! I love them bad.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!! I won’t do everyone, but it’s usually up to what inspires me so don’t be afraid to ask :3

[miyaz6ki]

hi i wrote this before his story/released in game, might be ooc

cw: nsfw 18+ content, vampire noy, cunnilingus, NO GENDERED PRONOUNS/PETNAMES USED ON READER, afab! reader, part two maybe idk

vampire! noy who likes to keep you as close as possible, especially in private. to feel your warm skin on his lips while he peppers them all over you, it's adorable really. he's often asked by his comrades 'why?' and he simply shrugs.

what can he say? he loves his partner.

so is it so much of a surprise when he finds that foreplay with you is his favorite?

there’s just something about making love with his dear snowdrop at the pinnacle of the moon shining bright above; this is usually when you both would make love anyway. full moons were his favorite,

his fingers remain as shivering as ever when he drags them up and down your body

he continues to lead his hands down to where the heat has clearly grown fond—your lower stomach, noy’s sly, devilish smirk only made you want him more. he keeps his mouth working on your collarbone, leaving small love bites that left you wanting more all over your nape.

“you are just breathtaking, right now, my love.”

you swear just his voice would already be enough to sweep you off your feet, yet he decides to do more—he always does. the cold temperament of his lips sinks down over your chest, making you suddenly jolt,

the sensation of his tongue swirling around one bud as his hand would fondle the other, switching it around just to dip those messy kisses down your stomach; leaving his mouth near your dripping wet cunt.

you swear you could feel him scoff as he gave small kitten licks to tease. feeling his hot breath on your slit was more than enough to get you prepped… and yet he still wants more.

better safe than sorry, right?

now gently diving his face into your folds, his hands stay firm on the sides of your soft thighs, his thumbs rub small circles into your skin when you could feel him hold back the eagerness to devour you.

his resistance stood strong, he loved you too much—he didn’t want to ruin it by indulging only to his desires (even if you tell him it’s fine beforehand). watching you jump at the smallest little gestures only made him huff out a breath again,

had no human ever tried to actually please you? unfortunate.

even just the faintest warm scoffs he’d send to your inner thighs had you squirming—adorable. all your reactions were.

and it felt as though the moon only shone even brighter, highlighting the gorgeous figure before him, noy couldn’t believe that this was all for him.

maybe it was about time celestial took pity on him and sent an angel.

so when his tongue finally dips between your lips, it makes you let out an obscene moan of his name, your hand flying to his head of hair, “a— ahh! noyy…”

he lets out a hum, only one quiet one that meant he recognized what you said. gradually he moves his tongue up and down your aching clit, making you clench around nothing,

mouth clearly full of you, he continues to gladly lap at your sweet juices, you could feel his nose brush up against your cunt every now and then,

but something you had never heard of (apparently) was… well…

“n-nghhh, n- noy! haah, wait m’mot r-ready f’that…!” your voice is lost on your tongue when it lolls out your mouth, your back now in a mean arch when he inserts a finger to your entrance below.

“mmn? y’can handle whatever i give you, okay?”

his words faded when his buried his nose into your pussy again, his finger was slowly thrusting in and out of you,

the sensation that washed over you from all the new stimulation had your legs trembling in his hold, you swear you were starting to ascend, and the only thing that kept you down on earth were the small shapes he’d draw into your thighs.

the inhumane vampiric strength in noy's arms was unreal, because no matter how much you would writhe or fidget, he'd make your lower half would stay within at the very least his tongue's reach.

it wouldn't be so out-of-character that he'd want to keep eating you out, even if he called this... 'preparing you', even if it would go over for more than just one hour.

noy is addicted.

but he doesn't want to admit that.

he doesn't to ever admit he's enjoying something meant for you, so when it came to making you come, loud, and lewd slurping of your juices would quietly leave the window he would deliberately leave open;

having you pressed up against the nearest surface as soon as he finishes your entrance, it felt pretty in-character for your lover. your back rests upon the soft comfort of the bed while your legs are sprawled out, his hips between the plush of your thighs,

noy's rock-hard cock was already leaking, a red angry tip rubbing up against the wetness of your slit, the lewd sounds that left your mouth that matched the dirtiness of what happened below, noy was curious badly turned on you were from just friction.

wondering how you'd react if he would grind his shaft inside your gummy walls.

biting his lip at the thought, he reels his head back momentarily before keeping his eyes on you.

"of all the eons i've lived... your face is one i'll adore like i'll never see another"

[miyaz6ki]

okay rq for multi-character posts do u guys like

hi

longer paragraphs/drabbles for each characters (~500-1000+ a character)

short imagines for each characters (100-400 a character)

Voting ended onJun 23

lemme know so i can adjust

oh i guess if u want more explaining: longer paragraphs as in basically a full length fic (in my eyes) or short imagines that let you explore your own options

[miyaz6ki]

hi I was wondering if you could do idea x reader nsfw with dom idia please it can be anything you want :)

❝ㅤ idia shroud nsfw hcsㅤ ❞ㅤ idia shroud x gn! readerㅤ ‎✧ hai!! i don't really get his character rn BUTTT these hcs will make it easier for me to make any fics in the future ^-^!!

content » nsfw & 18+ content ahead, generally just what i think he'd be into n' stuff, idia is kind of a freaky loser LOL...

reprise » just headcannons!

word count » bullet points ~_~

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i fully believe he's into dacryphilia. he's all for seeing you tear up at how good he's serving you, not to mention the praise he gives you when you end up taking what he's giving to you.

idia also really likes it when you moan his name! your voice is already one of the dreamiest things about you, so hearing you tell him how good he's doing by just his name... it's honestly enough for him.

constantly asks for voicemails like a loser... yes i fear he masturbates to them, and i mean he really does. even if you're just talking about your day—he can't help but feel himself get hard mentioning how you wished he was there with you <3

i feel like he has a pretty high libido so honestly fucking like rabbits is not out of the question. especially when he lets you sit on his lap while he's trying to finish his dailies or the newest event in a game.

would definitely be into mutual masturbation, getting to see you pleasing yourself, just the mere thought honestly gets him off knowing you're seeing him be just as vulnerable in front of you.

has a bit of a thing for exhibitionism i can't lie... has pinned you to the wall somewhere with his knee between your legs that launched into a messy makeout session in some janitor's closet where you're humping his leg.

likes indirect control too, there's just something about acting like you're dominating him when in reality he's quite literally has power over when you come!

wants to recreate scenes in hentai/light novels he finds super hot. probably like 'sick man and lady k' or 'the virgin witch'. he wouldn't be opposed to in-cosplay sex ykykyk

there's also just something about cuddle fucking you when you're both about to sleep. sleepy sex in general is something he thinks is cute and romantic between the two of you. even if it's just getting to keep your cock snug inside you until the morning so morning sex becomes an option !!!

oouuhh, there's also just something about rubbing between your legs while watching movies; whether that be at the movies or just on the couch, he likes touching u ^-^

is such a pervert, it's so hot—especially when he's massaging your back while applying sunscreen so you won't get sunburnt but his hands sneaking down to grope your ass is not very subtle !!!

idia is #freakedout for his s/o

i will use these hcs for any future fics ^o^

[miyaz6ki]

hi! could i request qifrey with a witch s/o who’s very sweet and soft-spoken, exuding a tranquil presence, yet their protective nature can suddenly turn that same tranquility into coldness if faced with a threat? i love your writing!! (^_^)

❝ㅤthe sweetest angel you'll ever know!ㅤ❞ㅤ qifrey x gn! readerㅤ ‎✧ this is so aura omg

content » sfw & fluff !!! established relationship, jealousy from character (somewhat)

reprise » just headcannons for if qifrey had an s/o who's so very sweet & soft-spoken until someone tries to threaten the tranquility they worked so hard to recover.

word count » ~500

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qifrey loved having you around the girls, it was like a free chance to both relax, and relax with you. not to mention how attractive you are while taking the girls out for treats and whatnot.

it was like life finally laid it down easier on him in a positive way, he had been exhausted the week before; barely having time to prepare for when you returned to the atelier.

even though you said it was fine if he didn't... you just wanted to come home to him in one piece anyway.

having just one day where it's just you, him, and your four girls roaming kahln for more ink since the bottles you had gotten them ran out.

keeping the four of them in your vicinity, you also keep qifrey in an arm's reach—hell i'd even say a mere palm's reach because it felt like he was hovering you. in the most affectionate way possible anyways.

giving them each of their own personal drinks, you place the coins into the stall owner's hand as you bow to thank them for the service; "so? how is it?"

tetia immediately attaches to your leg, slushie still in her small palms, "it tastes amazing, [name]!" richeh quickly follows up on your other leg with "more... i want more, [name]..."

you tipped your head, you placed your hand on her cup to realize she had already drank it all, "rich- how did you already consume all of it..." you sighed and gave her your own drink instead;

"it tastes so... yummy!" coco leans her head onto agott's shoulder as she sighs, "don't mind those two, really master [name] it's amazing. are you sure you wanted to pay for everything?"

"i... i don't mind, i promise, besides master qifrey can pay me back with something else."

you smile as you pat her head before you all start to walk back where you entered, the trees bustling as all your boots’ patterns remained different in the cement road that turned muddy not a few steps ago.

syrupy dew drips down off the leaves of trees, you held onto one of richeh’s hands while the rest followed behind you and the witch.

continuing on the path, your soft words of conversation with qifrey stop momentarily when you hear a bush rustle a little too loudly. “stay behind me, girls.” the four girls rush to his back as you both readied your spells.

“you too, (name), i promise i can handle this for you my love.” “no, no, n- no. i can assure you we can handle whatever it is.”

he gives a brief smile before standing at the ready—

you were right, a group of small time bandits quickly threw fireballs, masks over their faces while trying to aim for coco specifically;

but before they could hit, your hand subconsciously already drew a spell to reply and reflected the heat back towards them. “hey! that’s cheating—“

“shut. up.”

richeh’s face pales when she hears your voice, especially when it switches so suddenly back, “sweetheart, m’gonna have to let go for a moment, okay?”

“qifrey, get them somewhere safe—i can guarantee you i have this.”

a dark undertone in your voice appears, dropping an octave as you pull out your pen, sharp with ink already dripping off the tip; “let’s see what i can do… three useless pieces of shi—“

“let’s get going girls, it seems like (name) is strong enough.”

a drop of sweat falls of his forehead as qifrey quickly flies off somewhere safe to wait for you to finish the job.

once you come back, the girls quickly crowd you with questions,

settling your feet down, slowly landing on the ground when you see four different heads rushing towards you while the older one lags behind (yes, qifrey takes his time).

a collective shout of your name of different yet gentle voices asked if you’re okay, “i’m okay, i promise, i really do…” kneeling to be on eye-level with your girls, you briefly cup each of their faces, just glad they’re unharmed.

“hello, angel.” you feel a shadow run over your body as you turn to look up and see who it is.

besides the bright sun that was now being blocked by the figure, you softly smiled seeing your lover, “hi qif…”

almost muttering under your breath before getting back up, placing a light kiss on his cheek.

“we’re also here, (name)!”

tetia reaches out for your hand, a soft squeeze as your smile only gets wider,

“‘course, i can never forget about any of you.”

[miyaz6ki]

Hello!! May I request some dating (+some nsfw if you want to) headcanons for Lorentz Butterfly please? (With afab!reader pls)

Take as much time as you need^^ I wish you a wonderful day or night!

lorentz butterfly dating hcs — lorentz butterfly x gn! afab! reader

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m note: i didnt know this was an option but sure

synopsis: self explanatory

dating ; sfw

you are the one thing she loves because of the unpredictability, and she can't help but want more of what she doesn't know would happen, and that's the best part about being with lorentz.

lorentz isn't one to love someone that fits into the puzzle, i'd say she wants someone who just understands her, and respect her.

originally she planned on warning her s/o about how little time she might have to spend with you, but ends up really just halving her time for research and time for you because of how much she really feels for you.

has the bookmark and charm you made in whatever she reads next or is reading.

back hugs are her favorites! there's just something about having you in her arms, head against the back of your nape; just silently humming while you do dishes.

despite how much time she may spend on her experiments, and how careless she is considering her knowledge on the theory of chaos—she'll always find her way back to you.

has made a matching bookmark to the one you made for her, although being known as a sociopath,

she always only has one exception because everyone else is merely a variable in your little world with her, there's only one person she'd throw everyone under the bus for that isn't herself;

it's you.

also note, she's very 'perverse' when it comes to exploring romance, not in the weird way—more like she wants to know every single reaction you have from separate ways,

like kisses, do you like it better when she peppers them on your collarbone, or down your spine?

or hugs, she'll actually, believe it or not, take in your preference. although she likes back hugs, if you like otherwise, she'll learn to warm up to them.

[ WARN ]: anything below this text box is under the umbrella of having: injury, blood, killing mentioned. feel free to swipe off now, or scroll towards the nsfw headcannons.

dating ; how far she'd go.

she could and would kill anybody who gets way too close to you. you are her partner, therefore anyone else is easily disposable, and unnecessary in her eyes.

lorentz is too overpowered as many people would note, and she won't hesitate to use that power to 'protect' you. even if protecting means to blow the world up.

unfortunately she will probably forever end up as ruthless as ever, with only her walls down around you,

to explain her actions to you though—she hides behind the excuse of 'being morally grey'. she walks a very thin line between black and white,

lorentz will never ever hesitate to kill off any family members that disapprove of either of you. makes sure to make it clear maybe either injuring or killing one in order to make an example of what she can do.

dating ; nsfw / sexual content ahead

the whole thought behind making love is nice to her actually, believe it or not. she thinks its one of the beauties anybody can offer, but to push it to its maximum—you should find someone who fits you the most.

dacryphilia: there's just something about seeing you cry from how good you feel, especially when all she's doing is fingering you, it's the cutest part about you in her own opinion.

bondage: she'd get off to how weak and feeble you look when you're bound up by rope she learned to make. as long as they pry any of your body parts of your control :3

oddly specific: but she likes fucking you, whether it'd be fingering, eating you out, or with a strap, she likes to fuck you when the moon is at its highest and brightest. it's just a thing.

praise: only because she considers her praise to anybody very valuable, when she compliments, she wants to let you know it means a lot. you are doing well and she wants you to know.

thigh riding: she thinks seeing you grind helplessly and tirelessly like a cute puppy is the best view anybody can get.

[miyaz6ki]

streamer! zanka who accidentally leaks that he has a girlfriend three times. three. times.

it was apparent that zanka saw the way celebrities revealed that they had partners and fully believed it wasn’t ‘that hard’ while you two cuddled on the couch.

for a long time people had always just assumed he was just not interested in dating, especially when his clips were mainly about him being very respectful to women he collabs with.

until the one night someone in the chat sends a donation—

“thanks shampooconsumer47– wow what a name… ‘are you and riyooore4vah dati…”

his sentence trails off before he quickly discards it, his eyes immediately search the chat for something else to bring up, one moment that his stream was just ‘chill minecraft stream’ to chat trying to investigate if he has a relationship with someone.

it first started on twitter—or x, whatever you call it, when people start to tweet using #zanyo or #rinka while reposting the same clip. mentioning how upset he looks when he fully realizes what the message was.

zankanijifanpage: is it just me or is it rly weird how he just stopped himself and ignored chat 4 the rest of the night… #zanyo???

r1yoreapahwife1: bruh he doesnt deserve her anyway… bye look at that chopped chud next to my queen. #rinka is NOT real.

frooglhusier56: cmon guys, irs so obvious they’re dating LOL. literally the only woman zanka has ever argued with is @riyooore4vah. believe it or not #zanyo is real

you hadn’t even been awake for any of it, just having gotten home, you just wanted to lay in his bed and relax. you find yourself at peace mostly around the silly little scent he carries around.

so while you slept, zanka tried to figure out a way out of the whole ordeal. i mean… no one really knew that him and riyo quite literally have the same guardian,

let alone the fact his girlfriend is right behind him all the time when he streams…

so when he asks his sister what’s up and how she’s dealing with it, she just gives him a few sob emojis captioned ‘hahahahaha’ in capital letters. what is that even supposed to mean?!??

leaning back in the matching cerulean gaming chair he has to your own purple one, he stares up blankly into the ceiling, hands over his chest while his phone vibrated.

“what the hell am i gonna do…”

closing his eyes for a moment, he hadn’t even realized you woke up, letting out a soft yawn as you got up to hug him from behind.

“why are you so exhausted… i’m the one who just flew over seven hours…” a tired smile fell upon your weak lips, only the backrest separating the two of you,

“i… messed up.” “…did you cheat on me??”

“what?! god no! why would—ah, my bad baby, bad wording.”

you gave him an expectant look as he rotated his chair. “look i… you know how i try to give zero sign i’m dating anybody?”

you hum in acknowledge as you reach for a graham cracker in the box beside his setup. “well… i kind of… gave that awkward silence when someone asked if me and riyo are dating.”

“the kind that’s like ‘i hate her’ or the kind that’s ‘i’m keeping my mouth shut because i love her’.”

“…the second one.”

munching on the biscuit a loud crunch echoes quietly, checking your phone for the time, “well how ‘bout just stream for now? worst comes to worst, the world will know about me, right?”

you were right, zanka thought. nothing bad could happen other than probably the amount of comments and questions he’ll get but it can’t get any worse… right?

blegh. wrong. how wrong he was.

he didn’t account for the fact of him asking if you could cook him dinner so he could just have a few bites or two—well to be more precise, zanka didn’t think his chat would be looking at every single thing.

every little clue they could find. parasocial much?

so a new clip started to surface everywhere, the title being: ‘zanka’s mysterious partner giving him dinner, cute clip must watch’ or something like that.

where he had forgotten to turn his cam off and pull up the ‘on break’ screen he had commissioned for a while ago. fuck—why did he change his damn keybinds?!

it was a short ten second video, it’s as plain and simple as its title; your hand wasn’t seen, but the nice dish of homemade ramen suddenly sliding onto the table…

while zanka looks up, eyes softening with words that sound a lot like ‘thank you, baby. you can go back to bed now’.

now—a call loudly quakes his phone when he’s trying to go to sleep.

‘riyo (chudling #2)’ is calling!

reluctantly pressing the green button, he puts the phone up to his ear as his other arm pulls your body closer to his, “dude… it’s two a.m., don’t you have a shoot tomorrow?”

“dumbass! you are… a dumbass! how stupid are you, nijiku zanka?!??”

wincing at the volume of her voice, he lowers it down and replies, “what?? what’d i do now?!”

“your dumbass didn’t turn cam off when (name) gave you food!”

…

good lord.

mentally facepalming himself, he just ends the call and throws it to some unknown corner of the room. poor phone—well, the only thing that mattered was you still getting your sleep after all that jet lag.

but would you believe me the very last mistake he makes seals his fate for good?

akn4z: no stream today, vlog time :)

that was it. that was supposed to be it. that’s all he was supposed to post today but now he can’t remember to switch accounts.

going out on dates with you was a dream come true, the one woman who believed in him when nobody would, the only girl he would ever plan on having eyes for,

the only person he’d ever match fortnite skins with—actually scratch that, he’d only ever match anything with you.

so when you two went out, it was to an amazing restaurant, one that had this amazing rooftop floor where the moon would highlight this one table; said table was always reserved, you had always wanted to sit at the spot but…

well five hundred reservations to one particular seat?

what do you mean the queue will last until six months from now…?!

…

but that’s why you had never been more thankful for your boyfriend, because that’s exactly where he brought you out tonight—

zanka had a suit that matched the color of your chosen outfit tonight, pulling your seat out for you, ordering your favorites while you sat directly under the glittery moonlight.

a beautiful bright spotlight that roamed your skin so perfectly, it only became even more picturesque when the chair felt comfortable for once, and the food tasted amazing.

zanka had happily offered to picture you—god i mean… how could he not? you were fucking breathtaking.

you’re just sitting there while spacing out into the island in the distance, an active lighthouse that blinked back to the light from this very restaurant’s kitchen.

leaning your chin onto palm, it was hard not to take a photo, but even when his thumb hovered over the shutter, now it was his turn for his breathing to hitch, he’s always sworn on the fact that no one is perfect, and the thought that he’d never deserve you,

but if perfection was real, you might be the one person who could achieve it.

“zanka look! boats!” you exclaimed under your breath before gasping audibly.

click!

“perfect. m’posting that one to my dump.”

“huh?”

and you know what the couples that usually took up that moonlit spot on the high tower of a restaurant? they’d later on walk on the beach that resided below,

gentle waves crashing into the sandy shore, your shoes sunk into the grains as you roamed the beach, holding onto zanka’s hand.

“you’ve really outdone yourself, baby… i really liked tonight.” leaning onto his shoulder, you both continued to walk as he let out a scoff. “i might be average, but i’d never give you anything less than my very best.”

sharing a silly little kiss, you finally decided it was time to go back home,

he had put his phone on silent a long time ago, so was it a surprise when—

‘riyooo <3’ is calling!

you raised an eyebrow before answering, “hi riyo! how are you?” “hi (name)!!! look i really love you, mwah mwah mwah- but do you mind passing the phone to your ugly boyfriend?”

you let out a chuckle before tapping your boyfriend on the shoulder, “beb. riri is calling you.”

“huh?” placing the phone up to his ear, he takes ahold of it before replying.

“hey, riyo—driving right now. don’t think i could’ve answered-“

“are you actually stupid?? please answer honestly.”

scoffing into the speaker, he replies with just as much sass. “what the hell are you on? no i’m not and you should know that.”

“then why did your blind ass post something probably meant for your dump onto your main account?!?!”

“what are you— shit.”

you couldn’t hear the call for the most part just riyo’s little voice spiking up every now and then. only making you more concerned, zanka pulls your car over to the side of the road.

his hand flies off the steering wheel as he goes to get his own device, putting riyo on speaker.

“no fucking way.” “yes way, bitch! someone’s dumbass posted their secret girlfriend on his main!”

…

“ah, that’s why you called me instead…”

“hi (name)!!! i just want to add you looked amazing tonight!!! a lot of people think you looked gorgeous too!!!”

you feel your heart warm when you hear her words. you smile and answer, “thank you riri!”

“no prob girl. love you. zanka—we aren’t done. ooohh, enjin is gonna kill you!”

the call ends as his face pales staring down at his phone.

he had posted a whole slideshow of photos with you and him (mostly you) on his instagram, and the caption being ‘the moon is lovely or whatever 😍’.

“…fuck.” “well… at least they know it’s not riyo anymore…?”

in summary: it took zanka three times to realize that trying to hide his ‘secret’ relationship is a lot harder than it looks.

[miyaz6ki]

would u ever consider writing angry sex w dottore...🥹🥹

no. anyways here's angry sex with dottore

ʚ♡ɞฺ　　main m.list　ྀིᨯ — content. nsfw & 18+ content ahead, afab! reader -> NO GENDERED PETNAMES/PRONOUNS USED, feel free to request an amab version, hate sex, kind of degrading (no direct terms used), reader and dottore are highkey rivals

having you pinned to the nearest surface was his only goal, dottore found it the most amusing when your voice that told him to ‘fuck off’ earlier is now stuck a whimpering mess.

“mmmnfgh—“ combing his fingers into your scalp before pulling suddenly, your entrance tightening around him suddenly when you felt the pressure. “yeah—ahh, not such a bratty m- mouth now, right?”

having you bent over the uncomfortability of his desk made goosebumps run all over your skin, you could very much stamp the papers below your body with ink based on how rough he was while throwing you down onto the secure wooden table—

"fucking, haah... this body is all mine, isn't it? n- no one else's?"

you couldn't even muster up a reply, i mean, did he really expect a reply from you when he had his fingers shoved inside your mouth, his cock leaving only to angrily grind his shaft back inside to grind inside you.

"if you hate me so much... who's got you moaning like you're theirs." removing his fingers from your mouth, he returns now with both palms on each side of your hip;

you could feel his harsh grip pulling your weak body up and down, it had been hours since he hadn't had his hands all over you, tracing different body parts while describing every single one of them before ramming into your cervix once again.

"nnha— h- hate... y- ouu... i-i haah! hate you s- so much."

your own arms trembled as you struggled to hold up your own weight, only your lower half barely functioning due to dottore's fierce hold on you.

"uhuh? yeah, doll... you hate me s'fuckin' m- much, don't you..." slamming his hips in and out of you again was enough to shut your mouth, you didn't even have the energy to talk properly. let alone carry yourself right now,

the air smelled of distinct metal and sweat that covered your bodies with a thin layer enough to fill the room of musk. your face winces at the obscene sounds coming from behind you, but you really could care less right now,

the same atmosphere now hitting your skin again, cold and mean. even the way he'd whisper things into your ear, it felt endlessly... pleasurable. and it sucked how turned on you'd get each time he'd lean in to say something as sharp as usual.

you've always hated him, him and his tease-tongue, it felt hot when for the first time in forever someone could quite literally get on your level.

dottore knows you, and plans to make you his because of how well you fight back.