usually only write for f!reader x character! i write pretty much anything: smut, angst, comfort, fluff, etc. also, I’m multifandom!!
smut/suggestive: vanilla or hard kinks, i don’t mind! however, i can and will refuse your request if it makes me uncomfortable. OR OR if i cant write for that character
i try to stay inclusive!! request specifics if you are looking for inclusivity
warnings: overwatch i hate overwatch, this really isn't x reader... sry guys....
all rounder: hiori definitely flex queues a lot, even if he solo queues. however, i do think he leans more towards support and dps characters rather than tank. he'll play tank only if he really needs or wants to, and probably carries if he does, but it's not quite his taste to have the game mostly weigh on him.
gamemode: c'mon, this guy is an avid gamer. he mostly plays competitive games, probably role queue (flex queue ofc). during wait queues, he'd probably join a deathmatch or custom game. he's not opposed to quick play or arcade games though, but he'd only really play those modes with friends.
rank: high masters to mid-gm. deranks to low diamond during drives. highest rank would probably be on support.
playstyle: dive!!! sure, he can play brawl and poke, but hiori has an ego, after all. he's incredibly good at flanking and getting easy picks on squishies. this also allows his team to gain more map control (if they're not fucking idiots like my teammates are).
tank main: d.va and ramattra. literally no argument. i feel like d.va would be more of a comfort pick for hiori, especially since they're both hardcore gamers. since she's more of a dive character, he probably feels more at ease fighting (kind of) alone and finishing up kills rather than straight brawling. if dive isn't working, hiori would probably lock in ramattra since he's more of a hybrid of brawl and poke. it lets him finish off kills easier, and plus, ram is a REALLY good tank when it matters.
dps main: tracer/genji to lock in. mei to troll. this guy definitely loves the more annoying characters that take time to master, but honestly? hiori might just be more of a natural. i don't know how i can convince people but personally, tracer is 10x more annoying than sombra. hiori is the reason why his enemies end up instalocking tracer as their #1 ban for the rest of their games.
(genji minor) swift cuts
(genji major) blade twisting
support main: ana!! (he's js like me fr). ana is an all rounder character and hiori takes ADVANTAGE of that. you'll never catch him missing a sleep, and if you do, prepare to have your mouth SILENCED. his nades would definitely be used more offensively than defensively, (finishing up kills and disabling heals rather than using it to amp heals).
(ana minor) speed serum
(ana major) headhunter
comms: vc guy. used to be a keyboard warrior until match voice chat got released. hiori does have a lot of comms keybound tho! he doesn't use vc to chat much though, occasionally maybe, but only really does callouts. doesn't crash out much (compared to me at least)
a/n: in honor of me getting back into overwatch after like a 3 month break because of exams (i'm all done woohoo!!!)
currently/plan to write | might write | probably won't write
animes
a silent voice, angels of death, ao haru ride, assassination classroom, attack on titan
black butler, blue exorcist, blue lock, blue spring ride, bungo stray dogs
cells at work!!
danganronpa, death note, demon slayer, devil’s line, diabolik lovers
from me to you
ghost stories
haikyuu, horimiya
jujutsu kaisen
kakegurui, kimi no todoke
mashle: magic and muscle, my dress up darling, my hero academia, my little monster, my love story with yamada-kun at lv999
obey me, our love story: the experienced you and inexperienced me
persona 5 the animation
sakamoto days, seraph of the end, seven deadly sins, shadows house, sound!euphonium, spy x family, suzume
the angel next door spoils me rotten, the apothecary diaries, the foolish angel dances with the devil, the future diary, the promised neverland, tokyo ghoul, tougen anki
wind breaker, wonder egg priority
your lie in april, your name
games
danganronpa
genshin impact
honkai star rail
love and deepspace
obey me: shall we date?, obey me! nightbringer, overwatch
Of your Tokyo Ghouls faves, how do you think they would twerk?
omfg i would love to make this like a whole layout thing but im currently tired and ill just answer normally 🥹 i forgot everyone i like and im currently rewatching it so kaneki and touka r my only favs atm…
i think kaneki would GENUINELY try and FAIL. horribly. like there’s no movement at all with the way he does it. he prolly does that awkward twerk where he bends his knees slightly and pops an arch in his back and tries to pop his butt out 😭😭
can’t say touka would actually do it if someone asked. cant really imagine her twerking but i bet she’s REALLY good at moving her hips. not in like the belly dance typa way but more of of like swaying her hips really sensually. dont expect her to do it just to do it btw.
sypnosis: you’re tired of holding back the topic of sae in front of rin, and he’s terrified of losing you to him.
warnings: nsfw, aged up!rin (18+), smut, angst, unprotected sex (p in v), slight dacryphilia, cowgirl, jealousy, creampie, sub!rin
rin had always focused on his brother, sae itoshi. watching him play soccer was his favorite pastime, seeing just how cool his big brother was. rin was present every practice and every game—anywhere sae went, rin was there. that was until you came along.
the three of you aren't quite sure how you became a third party in their close bond, but since then, you haven't left their side. you met them once rin began to follow in sae's footsteps, and suddenly, rin's attention was never solely on sae anymore. every frame of his memory always seemed to include you in some shape or form, whether it be your silhouette, your face smiling widely while cheering for him and sae, or even the sound of your voice. even the thought of you gave rin that fluttery feeling within his stomach, and his chest ached with an unknown feeling—not pain, but something else.
rin always thought his dream would never change—he was going to become the second-best striker in the world after sae.
but rin's dream came crumbling down the night sae returned from spain—and you were the first person he ran to after his dream came down in ruins. it was the first time you'd ever seen him cry, voice broken as he asked you questions you didn't have answers to. you could only hold rin in your arms as his tears soaked through the fabric of your sweater—and even the scent of your perfume and the soothing sound of your voice couldn't lift his spirits up this time.
in rin's eyes, it's just been you and him since then. his big brother wasn't a part of his life anymore, and you were the only person by his side when he made his promise to himself. he'll make sae itoshi notice him.
but no matter how broken their bond was, you couldn't bring yourself to detach from sae. rin knew, even as all of you aged through the years. he noticed the name of the notifications that popped up on your phone whenever you thought he wasn't looking. he noticed the way you would almost get ahead of yourself—psyched to share what crazy thing the sae itoshi did in his last soccer game that you personally attended. rin noticed the way you bit back your lip whenever he expressed his resentment toward sae, or how you half-heartedly joined in just to validate his feelings.
you don't have to pretend, is what rin wants to say. but he doesn't. he thinks he'd break if you even mentioned how close you still are to sae. not because of a fucked-up mindset that he should be closer to his brother than a damn family friend. no. rin's jealous of his brother. rin wants your attention solely on him—wants to be the topic of conversation when you talk to sae—wants to be the one texting you when you're with sae.
but rin's far too scared to ever admit his feelings like that, choosing to curse and beat himself over it. so, what happens when he's finally had enough?
you were tired of hiding your obvious bond with sae from rin—you just wanted to let him know how his brother was doing. it enraged you how uninterested rin seemed—disregarding every single word you said that was even remotely related to sae.
"hey, rin, did you see that goal? it was, like, perfect!" excitement festers in your tone as you turn your phone screen towards rin. you're both settled on the couch of his home. but you forget the person you're speaking to is rin—not one of your other friends who fangirl over the famous soccer prodigy that refuses to play for japan. you're about to say more—get ahead of yourself and expose your passion for his brother's match until rin clicks his tongue.
"shut up, i don't want to hear about that pest," rin spits, pure venom in his voice. it's unnatural—to you, at least. his sudden drop in demeanor hurts your heart a little, and bitterness overtakes ration.
"what the fuck is your problem, rin? i can't talk about one of the things i'm into around you?" you spit back at him, and his eyes widen in surprise. "you might not like him—but i do."
rin hates how your words feel like daggers to his heart. what's worse is that you continue your rant.
"you might think that he's shit and that you'll surpass him, but for god's sake, rin, he was invited to play for the u20's and you weren't!"
rin doesn't yell, doesn't react in a burst of anger. he only mumbles, "stop."
"i'm tired of walking on eggshells around you, rin!" stop. "he's not some shit player, he's the reason you even started playing in the first place." stop. "your desire to surpass him is more of a shackle than a drive to get better."
"just stop it," rin says softly, "please." and you're about to continue, throwing aside your phone and facing your full body towards rin to spit in his face—but you don't. what you see catches you off guard; it's a sight you haven't seen since that one night. guilt washes over you briskly and your hands find purchase on rin's as he turns his head away from you. but his hiding doesn't do much, you see the tears that slowly stream down his cheeks.
he doesn't fight your hold; instead, he succumbs into your touch easily. you're not sure if you should hug him or even say anything—not with how confusing rin is. "rin... i'm sorry."
"don't replace me with him," rin begs, voice quiet and broken. you barely hear his whispers, but they still don't make sense.
"what do you mean?" you take the chance to ask, confusion settling in.
rin takes sudden initiative to grab your hands, turning his body towards you. he places your hands on his thighs, and he looks—really looks—at you. his tear-stained face is on full display for you to see; they run down his cheeks, leaving you excited in a way you shouldn't. he inhales slowly and exhales shakily, trying to find his voice. "it's me you should be looking at."
the pieces are starting to fall in place in your head, and you decipher that jealousy is the source of rin's words. "he's not worthy of your attention. i know i'm not better than him yet, but i need you to watch me try."
you're not stupid. you understand that this is rin's way of confessing to you. but you don't say anything, not yet. you watch as his eyes fall, gaze dropping to your lap—anywhere that isn't your face. he's too ashamed to see if you're judging him. it's only the second moment of weakness he's exposed to you. and again, it's always about sae. but this time, it's different—rin doesn't want to lose you to sae.
you let rin wallow in his shame for a few minutes, silence bestowed upon both of you as a blessing and a curse. when you hear rin's sniffles die down, instead of saying something to lighten the mood, your hands run up and down his thighs as if you're asking him something. he lifts his head slightly, just enough to be able to look you in the eye. there, he sees it.
there's pity in your eyes—but there's something else. you're gazing at him with something more intense, foreign—intimate. rin is now hyperaware of your touch, fingers twitching against his thighs, inching closer and closer to his hips. he's aware of the way you breathe, how you're now taking longer to inhale and exhale, and how the intervals between them are longer as well. but he also realizes how his heart is beating much faster, and now anxiety settles into his nerves.
"rin." your voice cuts off his ability to think in endless strings of words. "my eyes have only been on you for years."
he sucks in a breath when you lift yourself off the couch, leg lifting over his as you settle your knees adjacent to both of his hips. you're taller than him like this, and he's forced to look up as he maintains eye contact with you. you put your weight on his lower thighs as your hands find purchase on his biceps. you squeeze on the muscles for a bit before your arms trail up further, slithering around his neck, effectively pulling you further up his lap and eventually on his crotch. rin knows you can feel the bulge that's actively growing bigger beneath you, and how it meets your clit through clothed movements.
rin's eyes flutter shut, unintentionally batting his pretty eyelashes at you, as you begin to move your hips against him. you feel warmth around your waist, and you chuckle at the sight of rin's arms wrapping around you, his head falling back as he breathes in the scent of you. he's so, so pretty. his eyelashes are still wet from his previous tears, and he fights the urge to let more drop as lust overtakes his senses. his mouth falls open, a string of curses and soft moans overflowing from him.
you shift your upper body closer to his, breasts pressing up against his chest as you bring your lips to his ear. "can i prove it to you?"
it should be illegal how fast rin nods his head. you don't need more confirmation—the way he bucks his hips into yours is proof enough. you want to tease him, you do, but you feel bad for making him cry. even if he's fucking gorgeous when he cries. so, you dip your hand between the two of you, fingers finding their way below the waistband of his sweats and boxers. you pull the bands down slightly, just enough to expose rin's cock to the cold air of his home.
rin lets out a particularly loud moan when your hand wraps around the base of his cock, giving it a few jerks of the wrist. "don't—fuck—don't tease—ah!" your trail your hand up his cock and wrap your palm around the tip of his cock, rubbing it against the sensitive head. "fuucckkkk..."
your arm that's still around his neck winds back, using it to grab ahold of his chin. you guide his face to yours and press your lips to his, kissing him with years of suppressed feelings. the tears don't take long to start again, and immense euphoria fills his senses. rin's waited years to hold you and kiss you like this, to pour his feelings into you and have them reciprocated. you feel the salt of his tears against your cheeks as well, and that only fuels the flame burning in your pelvis.
withdrawing your hand from rin's cock, you push aside your shorts and panties. you find his dick again and bring it against the exposed parts of your pussy. rin whines into your mouth as you bring the head to your clit, rubbing the tip against it. your arousal coats his tip, and the precum that beads on his slit leaves a string connecting both of you. rin almost chokes when you no longer rub his tip against your clit but even further below that.
using your hand, you guide rin into your pussy, and he swears—swears he's never felt anything better. he cries into your mouth as your walls squeeze around his length that slowly pushes in, and he fights the urge to thrust up and fill you to the brim. you pull your lips away from his, both of your breathing labored and ragged. your forehead is pressed to his, sweat already emerging from both your temples. his hands fly to your hips as soon as he bottoms out and you're fully situated on his cock.
you can feel how rin twitches inside you, feel every artery that pulses in his cock. and rin can feel all your muscles twitch and grip him like a fucking vice. he almost isn't prepared for when you start actually moving—riding him in earnest.
your hips bump against his in a steadfast pace, moving up and down his cock like he's the only thing you cling onto in this world. rin has his hands on your hips, but he's scared to put any pressure or force your movements. he fights the urge to dig his fingers to meet the bone of your hips, leave moon crescents in the plush of your skin, claim you by leaving scars as if you’re a document that needs a signature. he almost wants the world to see the evidence that you’re his, that you’re here.
it’s almost as if you read his mind.
your hands are now on his shoulders, holding onto him as you force your pussy onto his cock over and over again. it's dizzying—you're dizzying—intoxicating. your lips find rin's again, and this time his tongue pushes past to meet yours. you let him, and you moan into his mouth as he swallows all of your sounds.
your mouth opens in attempt to talk, and you barely can as rin tries to muffle you with his tongue. "rin—you feel so fucking—hah—good—!"
“q—quit talking,” rin mumbles half-heartedly, “gonna c—cum soon…”
he’s not lying, you can feel that he’s not. his cock twitches inside of you, and you can feel it jerk up into your pussy whenever you rise your hips, dragging it just to the tip remaining inside. his voice, whiny and with that confusingly-smooth rasp, heightens in pitch. he’s panting as if he just finished a one-on-one in a soccer match. the rational part of his brain is overtaken with lust and he hates that it clashes with the intimate desires to just care for you.
rin has wanted you for so long, waited years of what he thought was unrequited love. he just wants to hold and make sweet, soft love to you, the girl he grew up with. but those feelings clash with the lust that wells up within him. you two are so dirty, the speed and force of your hips bouncing up and down his cock isn’t anything sweet. the string of saliva that connects both of your lips when you two pull away isn’t innocent. it’s intimate, but it’s dirty—and he fucking loves it.
he’d be lying if he said he didn’t.
your hand reaches down to grab the back of his, dragging it up beneath your clothes and to your chest. rin chokes when he feels you force his hand on one of your tits, and it’s instinctual when his fingers claw slightly to squeeze the flesh. the plush of your boob in his hand, and the moan that flutters out of your mouth pushes his sensitivity to its peak. rin squeezes harder as he forces his face into the nook of your neck, panting im gonna cum im gonna cum over and over again.
and he does, crying out as he feels it inside you. it suddenly feels so wet inside of you, even more than before. and instead of riding him like you did earlier, you roll your hips against his over and over again, clit rubbing against his pelvic bone. you cum too, and rin sobs when he feels your cunt erratically clench around him.
you lie on top of him like that for a while, panting into each other’s skin. he mumbles a “thank you” before you slowly rise off him. his cum doesn’t take long to drip out of you, and you giggle at his reaction. rin’s face instantly turns red, lust almost completely drained, hand falling from your tit. you find purchase on his arm again and bring it to your cunt, dragging his fingers through the mess he made inside of you. he can’t tear his eyes away from the sight.
“eyes up, rin. i’ll only look at you if you look at me.”
rin can only obey your command.
a/n: eeek ive been so busy guys, sorry this took so long!!
men with oral fixations; they love to keep mouths busy, whether it be yours or theirs.
men whose thumbs always finds a way to slither into your mouth. they press on your bottom lip until you allow entry, and if not, they push past your lips to take them anyway.
men who love keeping their fingers in your mouth to gag you. when you’re too loud and wants you quiet, or even when they just want to feel the warm wetness of your mouth around them, they’ll shove their fingers in your mouth, choking around their middle and ring finger.
men who love leaving hickeys and lovebites all over your body. your neck is always littered with purple bruises, tender to the touch, with the plush of your thighs that match. rest assured, your neck and your thighs are not the only places that get all the attention.
men who love licking you, even when it’s not inherently sexual. they love licking crumbs and smudged foods off the corners of your lips, licking random stripes up your skin to taste the saltiness.
men who go crazy at the sight of your smile, tongue peeking between your teeth. all that’s left is the idea of your tongue swirling around their tip.
men who take ahold of your hands randomly, sucking on your fingers. they love swirling their tongue around the phalanges, love when you push down on their tongue to take control.
men who love to bite, and to be bitten. they get high off the feeling of teeth on skin, grazing the delicate barrier. they lose it when skin is broken too.
men who need to kiss you with tongue. they push into your mouth with feverish need, moaning and whining into you. their tongue swirls around yours, your teeth, the walls of your mouth—they just need to taste you.
men who love sucking on your nipples. maybe it’s to keep quiet, muffle down their moans, or purely because the feeling of your hard bud between their lips translates to mind-dizzying pleasure.
men who nip at your ears. they graze your earlobes with their teeth, lick behind your ear, and even leave hot, open-mouthed kisses to the cartilage.
