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Any requests are welcomed for any genshin character!

🔞= Smut

❤️ = fluff

💔= angst, NO comfort

❤️‍🩹 = angst, FLUFF ending

Absolute NO list: pedophilia, rape/non-con, watersports, scat, bestiality, incest (requests with such topics will be blocked and/or ignored if anon)

Fatui Harbingers:

-Dottore/Zandik/Segments:

File 01 : Og!Zandik x fem!reader 🔞

File 02: Webttore x fem!reader 🔞

File 03: threesome with 65 and 45 🔞

File 04: Akademiya Zandik x you 🔞

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I want to predict this before leaks come out:

The TENTH Harbinger is

Male, medium height model

Won’t be playable, but will be important to Snezhnaya Archon Quest

Religion related role

Idk it’s just an ongoing thought in my head because Snezhnaya is based in Russia and Russia is an Orthodox country, so i believe that they could play with the religious themes? It would be a great concept

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Guys it’s been a minute since I’ve posted huh…..stop laughing at me😞😞😞😞

Anyway

MDNI

So I’m thinking in a modern au right….

Imagine being a pornstar and you lowkey have a secret admirer

college zandik who is in premed and never really goes out of his way to talk to anyone because he just….lowkey dgaf. He’s very set on his goal of becoming a doctor, and it takes a lot to distract him from that.

college zandik is also one of the most unintentionally sexy creatures to walk the earth. Near constantly half lidded eyes with these unfairly long lashes, glasses that sit on the bridge of his hooked nose, messy hair that always looks intentional, and a figure that’s not quite a tribute to time in the gym but just lottery-grade genes. The way his sweatpants hang from his hips is ridiculous, not to mention…well, nevermind that.

college zandik runs on coffee, spite, and pure drive. The most sleep he’s gotten in the past 6 months is probably 5 hours in one night. Even when he’s not in class or on campus, he never takes breaks from studying. It destroys his social life, but that’s not even in the realm of his mind.

college zandik is also still in the time of his life where sexual urges can get difficult to ignore once it’s been a while since taking care of them. Because of this, he’s adapted well.

He’d made a ritual of ‘rewarding himself’ when assignments or exams went well. While studying, sometimes, he’d have his tablet propped up in front of him, playing a video of you on a livestream stuffing a dildo continuously into your hole, legs spread wide open for the camera’s view.

college zandik would pump his cock to each stroke, eyes locked on the way you greedily swallowed up the toy that he’d payed for, listening to you moan his ridiculous undercover handle. His cum would splatter on the floor in a humiliating puddle, and he’d be left to clean up the evidence.

He’d sent you more money than he probably should have since finding your page. He’d pay for your coffee runs, for things you had on various wishlists, for toys he could watch you use and thank him through strings of sugary sweet moans.

college zandik fucking loved your body, and loved the way you could use it to assert so much control over him.

Little did he know, you were giggling with delight when he finally slid into your DMs (not for free, of course). You’d fully expected him to be some middle aged man with a family using you as an outlet to indulge in his guilty pleasures.

When he finally mustered up the courage to send a photo of himself, you browsed Pinterest three times, fully convinced he’d taken someone’s aesthetically pleasing, sexy selfie to use as a front. But nope, that was him.

college zandik was completely obsessed with impressing you, so he’d comply with whatever you asked. You wanted a video of him desperately stroking his cock to a photo of you? Of course. You wanted him to send an audio of him just moaning your name? Done.

For him, it was an act of degradation to please you. For you, it was the sexist man you’d ever seen bending to your will for reasons you couldn’t understand.

After that, you started sending him photos and videos free of charge.

college zandik was confused at first. He loved to give to you, but now you were the one giving to him. But more than that, you were starting to text him about more than just plain sexting.

About your day,

The things you were excited about

The things you were annoyed about,

And he started getting comfortable too.

Of course, that didn’t mean you weren’t still phonefucking 24/7. college zandik had grown more bold.

Tell me exactly how you want me to fuck you into the mattress.

You’ll cum as many times as the number I’m holding up on my fingers.

Maybe this whole time, you’re actually the one who’s been my bitch.

Heavens, had he grown vulgar. Dominant. Controlling.

You were irritating your neighbors to no end every time you fucked yourself deep on one of the dildos he’d bought you, closing your eyes and allowing yourself to envision the image of a sexy nerd on top of you, aggressively rearranging your guts, pulling your hair, cutting off your airflow, throwing you around.

Your livestreams had become so obviously self indulgent, having accidentally let a ‘zandik’ slip from your lips while you touched yourself for thousands of patrons watching you do it.

They started to speculate you had a boyfriend.

That might be nice.

Wait guys should I continue this when I’m not sleepytired

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GUYS HOLY SHIT CHECK OUT HER WRITINGS THIS IS DELICIOUS

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Was my request OK?

Yes! I have very minimal limits to the requests, they’re listed in my pinned.

Feel free to request more of whatever (angst, smut, fluff anything) your heart wants! Just make sure it’s genshin related, and any character you might like.

(For clarification: I’ve only written for Dottore up until now because he’s my current favorite alongside Capitano, and my fixation. It doesn’t mean I’m only limited to write for him!)

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I was thinking of maybe making a request of a what if scenario for him like what if this entire time like he actually had a wife and we didn’t know about it like what if this was a alternate universe where he never died and he actually had a happy life where he actually could help people. For zandik

I was thinking like a love at first sight for How he met his wife and then you can continue it fluff plz

Hmm. Knowing Dottore’s overall character, I doubt he could have a wife in the CURRENT “world” in Teyvat yk. Taking into account of Sohreh’s murder (which COULD be potentially Zandik’s doing but I’m not sure 🤞🏻) Dottore seems to be the type that will make the other person’s life HELL until they prove that they can take on Dottore’s personality.

Canonically speaking, Pantalone seems to be one of the few that can actually deal with Dottore—regardless of his actual motive to bring down the Archons, who he despises. Anyone else is wary, distant and avoidant to Dottore out of fear of his almost ruthlessness (and honestly rightfully so.)

Unedited raw thinking drabble under the cut :,)

Fluff mostly. SFW ꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ no warnings.

On a personal level, Dottore seeks out knowledge throughout every stage of his life. In the event that he DID have a wife, the woman would be someone with serious guts.

Literally. The woman Dottore would go for would have to be someone he would meet in his younger years. She would have to “prove” herself through arguments and debates with Dottore, and show him her own knowledge and capability of being worthy enough to associate with him.

Dottore is a man who wants to be taken seriously. So when he found that person that went through her own hardships, rejections, heartbreaks and troubles but still sought out intelligence to step forward and shine brighter than the rest, Dottore felt naturally curious.

He grabs attention by being assertive with his opinions and research. When he manages to grab hers, he starts off by being quite rude. Dismissing her research until she has undeniable evidence, finding a way to be the devil’s advocate in every way.

However, when she doesn’t yield and pushes harder to the point where she’s doubting HIS intelligence, he actually staggers. He finds himself chasing that woman’s approval without even realizing it.

I feel like he would use his good looks into that scenario to lure her into giving him attention, because he does seem the type to desperately need attention from those he deems worthy of having it.

He stops seeing her as a threat later on, when she holds steady into her arguments and maybe even pushes Dottore to think harder.

Suddenly he considers her a partner, a weapon to sharpen his own mind even further.

He wouldn’t fall for the woman’s good looks necessarily, but he would fall hard once the girl manages to make him feel respected, safe and is loyal to him even before they make their dating official.

Safe as in safe enough to express every single thought running into his mind, to open up about his past experiences and show the woman his clones eventually.

When she decides to participate in Dottore’s experiments, as a lab partner ofc, Dottore falls even deeper.

He finally found a woman who gets him. Who doesn’t fear him and is brave and smart enough to argue about his research. Who keeps his secrets and stays by his side despite knowing who he really is.

This is the type of person Dottore seeks. He craves connection deeply, even if he tries to hide it.

In the event that the woman is less emotionally constipated than him, and does show her love, he doesn’t necessarily reject it. Subtle touches, compliments from her like “Good thinking.”/ “Hey, handsome.”/“I love hearing you talk.” or small kisses in private are what he really loves. That woman accepts him as he is, and to Dottore there’s nothing greater than the feeling she causes in his chest.

((Pretend the immortality elixir works on him for this))

His goals wouldn’t shift. He would always chase knowledge, but now he’s not alone. Dottore’s elixir finally bared fruits and he shared it with his wife and his loyal friend, Pantalone. His circle is that, small but unshakable.

Now that he has those two people by his side, he would use his knowledge for their benefit too, in whatever way that could be. His love language would be acts of services, while he would subconsciously seek words of affirmation from his lovely wife.

She’s a softie in my head, just with a hard exterior to everyone else. She treats the clones with care despite them being… clones. Potentially unfeeling beings that share Zandik’s dna and personality.

Zandik wouldn’t allow the Traveler to mess with her in any way. He doesn’t hide her because of shame, not at all! Zandik’s overprotective and selfish when it comes to his wife. We have to accept it: he’s insecure. He wants the woman he loves for himself, and doesn’t mention her at all so he can keep her just for him.

It’s not a hostage situation, don’t get me wrong. Just possessiveness of the only woman who drilled her way into his heart and stayed by him, willingly. He wants his source of serotonin safe and sound, happy chasing her goals undisturbed.

And not going to lie, she wouldn’t mind. Dottore is loyal to her like she is too, they push each other to better themselves, they try to figure out how the world works side by side, their relationship becoming stronger by time. They find a love that could seem unconventional to someone else, but it works for them, and that’s all that matters.

Cuties omg

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May I add you to my genshin writers list ?

Oh, sure! I’d love to. :)

Thank you youre being rlly supportive <3

[sswweetteerr]

Are you a 18+ adult ?

Yes! I’m 18.

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I just cant go on tumblr anymore i see angsty dottolone fanart and im CRUSHED.

Im so normal with them i swear…

[zorackaa]

spare the cow, milk the doctor or something

[sswweetteerr]

Real

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—Let me show you, pretty boy! ⋆˚✧₊⭒

18!Akademiya Zandik x fem!reader smut!

♡Warnings:♡︎ SMUT! Unprotected sex, p in v, oral sex (m receiving), whimpering 🤤, virgin sub Zandik, experienced dom reader, hair pulling, talking him through it

Author’s Note: woof woof grrr

⸝⸝⸝♡ ⸝⸝⸝♡ ⸝⸝⸝♡ ⸝⸝⸝♡ ⸝⸝⸝♡MDNI ⸝⸝⸝♡ ⸝⸝⸝♡ ⸝⸝⸝♡ ⸝⸝⸝♡ ⸝⸝⸝

It should’ve been humiliating for you to be in between Zandik’s legs like this, but nothing about you having your pretty lips on his cock felt even remotely close to shame.

After days of what felt like 18!Zandik going crazy and thrusting his fist onto his cock desperately almost every break he took from the lab work, you felt the need to step in.

It was getting annoying after all. 18’s frustration and horniness just spurred him on to lash out to every little thing, every little mistake he made on his worksheets that he would originally fix silently, ended up in him ripping the whole paper apart.

The rope snapped when he lashed out on you. Those pretty crimson eyes stared at you in frustration as he shouted at you for forgetting to bring in some random vial (he never asked for it).

“Don’t you dare raise your voice at me you little—!”

You shout back, and he gives you this wide eyed look that belongs to a wounded puppy.

Oh the shift was dramatic.

He lowered his head, hands clenching into fists, muttering under his breath about you being useless.

You grabbed his jaw, forcing him to look at you.

“What did you say?”

You said quietly, your nose almost touching his.

Only then did you notice the evident tent growing in his pants.

“Is this why you’ve been acting like a bitch? Huh? Your hand isn’t enough?”

You teased, a cruel smirk forming on your lips.

“I-It’s not what it looks like..!” 18 tried defending himself.

You pushed him onto the chair behind him.

“Beg.” Your hand gripped his upper thigh.

You squeezed his thigh at his lack of response, scarlet wide eyes staring at you in desperation, but pride shutting him up.

He grinded his hips closer, a small thrust of hips closer to your hand, his cheeks coated a pretty pink.

That’s how you got yourself on your knees, 18’s pants discarded into the corner of his room, as you gave him a lazy handjob, your spit as lube.

He watched every single movement of yours, lips parted as his hands gripped the chair’s arm rests.

You lowered your head, bringing your lips to his inner thigh and biting harshly, pulling a moan out of him.

His hips lifted slightly to seek more friction from your hand, snapping your attention back on his pretty cock.

“Right. Right.”

You chuckled. 18 only furrowed his eyebrows, annoyed at how you weren’t letting him fuck you yet. “Patience.” You told him. “You need to feel more.”

You lifted your head before dipping it down again, the tip of your tongue grazing against its pink head. 18’s hips twitched, bucking into your mouth.

“P-Please!” 18 whimpered, your hand slapping his thigh to reprimand his impatience.

You gave him a warning look, before brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. Without any further warning, you wrapped your lips on his cock, and welcomed him inside your throat. 18 gasped, his hands flying to your hair as he pushed your head deeper, making you deep throat him. Tears prickled at his eyes as he lost himself in the warm, wet feeling of your throat, every thrust bringing him closer to the edge he so desperately wanted to reach. You gripped his thighs, gagging on his cock. You hadn’t expected him to pull you down like that.

In a few thrusts, 18 bit down on his lip, a broken whimper of “y-yes.” leaving his throat as he spilled down your throat.

You swallowed and pulled yourself off his cock, watching as he leaned his head back, chest heaving up and down in deep breaths.

You unbuttoned your own pants, pulling the fabrics of your pants with your underwear too. The ruffle of your clothes snapped 18’s attention. He blinked at the sight of you naked from the waist down, his cock beginning to harden again at the idea of what was to follow.

“Sit still, okay baby?” You cooed, earning an amused smirk from 18. You straddled him, each knee on his sides, his hands immediately moving to touch your tits from under your shirt. You let him, reaching down to give his cock a few pumps before aligning your already wet hole with his hardened cock. You sank down, your pussy clenching on him, 18’s pride crumbling to nothing as pretty breathless moans began slipping more frequently.

“More… fuck, please give me more…” 18 whimpered his eyes shifting from your eyes to your pussy swallowing his dick with each lift of your hips, your hands on his chest for support.

“That’s it, let me hear you.” You coax, every shift of your hips, setting a faster pace up and down his thick cock.

His mouth opens drawing in ragged breaths, dazed from the new rhythm.

“F-Feels so good.. k-keep going please”

You keep the rhythm steady, smirking as you see him lose all sense of control, his hands moving to your waist now to support you.

“Such a good boy for me..” you whisper under your breath,

That was all it took.

18 bit down his lip hard enough to draw blood, his orgasm crushing him harder than before, his thighs shaking as he cums with a ragged moan.

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85!

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DEAR YOU

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“Two’s company, three’s NOT a crowd.”⋆⭒｡˚⋆｡

Author’s Notes: I feel so weird that this is my third smutty fic in a row on my BRAND NEW blog. Oh well :) not that I mind exactly .

❗️Warnings❗️: SMUT! Sexual Content ahead! Threesome (65 yo segment x fem!reader x 45 yo segment), double penetration, anal sex, p in v, oral sex (m and f receiving), no protection, slight voyeurism, choking, hair pulling, cum swallowing, dub con?????? Not sure.

Btw there’s no plot exactly. So yea, go gooners!

♡︎ MDNI. NSFW UNDER THE CUT ♡︎

Did you EVER dream of this moment? Yes.

Did you EVER think it would become your reality? No.

You couldn’t possibly comprehend the concept of Dottore even being the slightest bit interested in the human body beyond scientific purposes.

So why would you expect his 65 year old, or his 45 year old segments to be? If anything it should’ve been 18, or 25.

Still their maturity and the way they carried themselves was enough for your pretty little head to be filled with rather interesting daydreams, resulting in the wetness of your panties.

You thought you were being slick.

Yeah, that’s an idea you need to abandon with 45, the most observant of them all.

45 always had his eyes on you. Even when working, he never missed the opportunity to throw you a quick glance, mind taking note of everything on you: your choice of clothes, your mood, your expression, the files you carried, even the colour of underwear when you bent over to pick up a dropped document, your skirt deciding to not serve its purpose (much to 45’s joy).

Again, 45 noticed when your eyes sometimes wandered mindlessly over to his 65year old comrade, your thighs crossed over each other in an attempt at subtle friction.

He would purposely call you over to watch your eyes widen and your head snap at attention to his direction, whatever scenario your mind was making cut abruptly.

Then the small blush on your cheeks, as if you knew that 45 was somehow on to you!

45 seemed to always call for your help whenever 65 was around, the tinge of jealousy unable to contain itself. He hated how you seemed to prefer 65! What was it? The plague mask? The suit? What the hell was so good about 65 that 45 couldn’t offer you??

Yet you kept doing it. Kept stealing glances at 65, asking him ever so often if your report was “good” (you knew it was, you just needed his approval), and even offering him tea when he “looked particularly tired”.

45 found his chance when you sprang up yet again to reach 65’s desk, in three strides he had caught your arm and pulled you out to the quiet hallway.

“Don’t you have work to do?” 45 snarled at you, his face mere inches from yours.

“What is your issue?!” You responded, your back hitting the wall, pulling a small gasp from you.

Oh, how he loved that fire you had. You never cowered, only making 45 bolder.

“Your task is to finish whatever report Zandik assigned. Other than that, you don’t get to hop around us striking conversations.” 45 gripped the collar of your shirt, his voice flat but cracking with frustration and.. jealousy. Maybe mentioning your boss and the purpose of you being here would shake some “sense” back on you.

“Can’t I take breaks now?!” You argued back and smirked. You knew he was onto you. However you didn’t care enough to feel sorry.

45 was stunned by your argument for a second. Then looked left and right: no one was out in the hallway this late at night. In a swift motion, he lowered you to your knees.

“How about you act out all those scenarios that make you touch yourself under your desk?” He smirked, relishing in the way you blushed and widened your eyes at him, caught!

You had to make this quick if you didn’t want to get walked in on.

With your shaky hands, formed by the fear of getting caught like this but also the suddenness of the situation, you undid his belt and unzipped his pants, tugging on his underwear with finality to free his cock of its confinements.

You gave him a few strokes, turning your head left and right to spot any innocent soul passing by.

“I’d prefer your focus be on me.” 45 reprimanded, gloved fingers gripping your hair to stop your head from turning any other way than forward.

Your confidence rose ever so slightly, deciding to make 45 pay for this.

Your lips found the tip of his cock, warm tongue swirling, teasing and lowering to his shaft, while your eyes kept steady on his mask.

45 drew in a sharp breath at the contact, but didn’t allow himself any other sound yet here.

And you didn’t like that.

In a sudden motion you relaxed your throat for the length you were about to accommodate in your throat as you pushed your head forward, your nose brushing against his pelvis.

45 drew in another sharp breath, but his grip on your hair tightened as you took his cock in its entirety, hips stuttering and pushing forward to bury himself deeper (if possible) in your warm mouth.

“F-Fuck.” 45 whispered in the wet and hot feeling when you began bobbing your head back and forth, your eyes beginning to turn glossy with tears from the gagging.

65’s footsteps went unnoticed from the inside of the lab as he opened the door leading to the hallway, confused by yours and 45’s sudden disappearance.

“What a sight.” 65 spoke out loudly enough for the two of you to hear, his voice flat and almost disappointed.

You widened your eyes, and tried pulling away when 45’s grip on your hair kept you deepthroating him, only adjusting his stance so that his Harbinger cloak shielded your face from view.

“Q-Quiet..!” 45 gritted his teeth, not even turning to look at 65 as he felt himself nearing his edge, and finally spilling his cum down your throat with a choked moan.

“You could’ve at least gotten a room.” 65 crossed his arms and turned his head the other way to leave you some privacy as you swallowed 45’s load, though his own growing tent in his pants undeniable.

45 smirked and zipped himself up before pulling you back on your feet, your mascara leaving dark rivers on your cheeks, and despite your utterly embarrassed expression, 45 saw the satisfaction underneath.

“Isn’t it amusing? You were the one she was mostly turned on by, but I bet a million mora she’s wet right now because of me.” 45 smirked at 65, his hand on your waist, ignoring the small slap of your hand on his chest in an attempt to punish him for humiliating you like that in front of 65!

“Excuse me?” 65 said, his tone full of disbelief yet amusement. You? Turned on by him? How flattering.

“This is a private matter!” You crossed your arms, trying to save you some teasing.

“Nothin’ private between us now.” 45 chuckled. “C’mon. 65 already knows how you touch yourself in secret for him, right?” He smirked cruelly, watching as you opened your mouth to argue back, but couldn’t find any words.

“Is that so?” 65’s demeanour switched. He didn’t sound as reprimanding as before, more like satisfied.

It only took you three a bit more bantering for you to get shoved back in one of the lab’s less used rooms, your clothes ripped off entirely.

65 tried to be gentle with you, his hands wandering all over your body, exploring it with adoration as you had gotten on top of him. However, with 45’s degradation and assertiveness, 65 followed the younger segment’s orders regardless.

You took a reverse cowgirl position, 65’s dick prodding at your asshole, as his hands gripped your hips tightly, his own arousal making him bolder.

Slowly, you lowered yourself on him, the sudden and new stretch making you feel his length ten times more intensely. 65 groaned behind you, allowing you to set the rhythm and get adjusted to his size. 45 pushed you further down, your hole aching in that lovely stretch you frequently fantasised about.

45 pushed you to lean your back on 65’s chest, whose hand snaked to grip your throat. “Stay.” 45 ordered, his hands pushing your thighs wider as he dived to lap and suck at your clit with no warning at all. His warm tongue circling your sensitive clit and giving it firm kisses that sent shocks to your body, your pussy clenching around nothing (yet)

The doubled pleasure was enough to make your mind a senseless mess, 65’s arm tightening around your waist as the tip of his plague doctor mask grazed against your shoulder, watching closely as 45’s tongue worked wonders on your body.

45 pulled away soon enough to replace his swift tongue with his dick, settling to take your pussy.

You felt so, so sensitive at how 45’s cock slipped inside you. Your back arched off 65’s chest, limiting your movements with his big arms caging you in. 45 didn’t miss a second, once he bottomed out in you, his hands gripped the back of your thighs to thrust inside you, the movements making you slide on both 45’s and 65’s cocks with ease.

“O-Oh, God..!” You breathed out, feeling yourself stuffed to the brim with their cocks bullying their way inside you. 65’s pants and grunts didn’t go unnoticed by you, and neither 45’s quiet triumph as he kept that brutal pace that made your legs weaker than ever.

The small room quickly filled with your shared hot breaths, your stifled moans beginning to break free off your tongue as the pace kept building that tight pressure in your lower stomach you, so desperately, needed to snap.

It didn’t take long enough for you to reach your breaking point, your orgasm hitting you harder than ever before with the doubled pleasure.

“Such a good girl…” 65 praised in your ear, voice slightly muffled by his mask. “Such a good slut for us…” 45 on the contrary degraded you, the two opposing sides messing with your brain and only resulting in your ass and pussy to squeeze tighter around them.

They pulled out of you only to give each other a knowing look. They weren’t done with you yet. Not even in the slightest.

[sswweetteerr]

Sooo ive gotten many ideas on my next drabble, how about yall help me land on one?

We either have:

Teaching 18!Akademiya (virgin) Zandik how to fuck for the first time

Or!

Being manhandled by 65 and 45 (threesome basically)

OR!!!

Pantalone x reader angst with no comfort (male reader)

Which one?

Akademiya Zandik

65 x reader x 45

Pantalone angst

Voting ended onJun 16

[sswweetteerr]

The people have spoken! And here I was thinking that writing threesomes already in my first days of writing would be too much too soon.

Guess I was wrong! AND I DONT WANT TO DISAPPOINT YALL >:)

Mwah mwah love you gooners 💋

[sswweetteerr]

Sooo ive gotten many ideas on my next drabble, how about yall help me land on one?

We either have:

Teaching 18!Akademiya (virgin) Zandik how to fuck for the first time

Or!

Being manhandled by 65 and 45 (threesome basically)

OR!!!

Pantalone x reader angst with no comfort (male reader)

Which one?

Akademiya Zandik

65 x reader x 45

Pantalone angst

Voting ended onJun 16

[sswweetteerr]

“THIS IS SO UNFAIR!” ⋆⭒｡˚⋆｡

Synopsis: Despite you being in a relationship with the original Zandik, he decided to not allow his segments to be treated with equal benefits from you. And Webttore does NOT take it well.

❗️Warnings❗️Smut! Fem reader. Pre-established relationship of reader with Og!Zandik. Lots of groping. Desperate Webbie hehe. Pulling his hair. Quickie. Cheating?)

♡︎ NSFW under the cut! MDNI!!! ♡︎

A few weeks after establishing a relationship with Zandik, he knew he had to do something about his segments.

I mean, they’re part of himself. Obviously if Zandik finds you attractive, so would the others.

Boundaries had to be set.

Most segments nodded along with Zandik’s set of rules: they could lightly touch, grope, and stare all they wanted, but under no circumstance were they to fuck you. Clear enough, right?

Only if Webttore was as compliant as the other segments.

The guy was stunned, cause what do you mean he could do all the things leading to fucking you, but not fuck you? It was absurd!

But Zandik wasn’t having it, he wasn’t going to let them just use you whenever! That was his job.

After a lot of back-and-forth with his creator, Webttore managed to get every right of touching you entirely taken, as punishment for not “appreciating what he had”.

Webttore’s eye twitched.

“THIS IS SO UNFAIR!!!” Webttore exclaimed, making a scene in the middle of the lab as he desperately tried to regain some sort of benefit from you. However, Zandik wasn’t yielding under his loud pleas.

He stormed out the lab, slamming the doors loudly behind him, and began striding toward where you might be so he can sob into your warm chest about how cruel your lover can be!

You knew of Zandik’s rule as you were the first to hear about it.

And now as you lounged around in your comfy shared room, you heard angry and fast footsteps rapidly approaching, snapping the quiet peace you were experiencing buried in the sheets of your double bed.

“Nameeee~!”

The sound of the young man’s whine was heard from right outside your door, giving you no time to react and try to cover yourself up from the lingerie set you were wearing, as Webttore swiftly turned the door handle and let himself in. (The audacity!)

He didn’t wait for an answer from you, closing the door behind him and walking straight into the bed before climbing under the covers with you.

“He’s so mean!”

Webttore grumbled as he wrapped his arms around your waist, turning you on your side as he buried his face in your neck.

“Can’t believe you chose him over me…”

His voice purred, teal strands tickling your cheek as his teeth began playfully nicking at your skin.

You opened your mouth to defend your lover when you felt Webttore’s hands wandering over your skin, one hand pushing your leg forward as he caressed the back of your thigh, his other hand cupping your tit and squeezing to get a reaction from you.

Oh, how you wanted to remind Webttore of Zandik’s rule before his advances led any further! But fuck, you would be lying to yourself if you didn’t want your dearest Webbie to take you right then and there…

Not before toying with him a little.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

You spoke, grabbing his wrist away from your soft chest, and reaching your other hand to tug on his pretty teal locks.

“Ngh..”

Oh. Oh.

Your hand froze in his hair. You did NOT expect that soft little moan from pulling on his hair like that. The sound so small yet needy and desperate, sending warmth in between your legs.

“Come on… he’s not here… he won’t know…”

Webttore mumbled in your shoulder, your back pressed to his chest before feeling something hard grinding against your ass. You felt his hand tugging down on your skimpy bottoms, while his other busied himself with undoing his belt.

“Won’t take long… please, name, please..” he whined, his pretty red eyes turning glassy, as his hand palmed his hard-on through the thin fabric of his pants. Could you be so heartless and leave him with a painful boner?

“…make it quick.”

Webttore didn’t need to be told twice, his kicked-puppy expression crumbling with a sharp smirk as he successfully (and quickly) pulled his pants and boxers down to his knees, before practically ripping off what little fabric you wore.

“Thankyouthankyouthankyou..” He mumbled against your neck as he took out his hardened cock and stroked it slowly with his pre as lube, before shuffling a little closer to you and lining himself up with your already wet entrance.

Your breath hitched, your leg getting lifted by Webttore’s arm as he gave small and weak thrusts to get you used to his length. His head was still lowered in the crook of your neck, whining and whimpering about how wet and warm you felt, about how your pussy was made for him, his thrusts picking up the pace and growing much needier with every mumbled word.

You couldn’t help but moan softly, biting your lower lip to keep quiet, though the headboard of your bed hitting the wall with every inch Webttore pounded into you did the job of letting anyone passing by your room know of your current activity.

You never knew Webttore could be so vocal, his whines and the way his cock pressed against your g-spot so deliciously working efficiently in making you forget entirely about whatever damned ruled Zandik had made!

“P-Please lemme cum… please I need it s’bad name…”

He pathetically whimpered, his thrusts growing sloppier and desperate for release. You could only answer in a moan, your hands gripping the sheets underneath you, before feeling sharp teeth sink into your shoulder and the stillness of Webttore’s hips as he shot his seed into you without any other warning.

“Haah… there we go..”

You felt Webttore smirk against your skin before slipping out of your hole and letting go of your leg to place back your underwear.

“Now don’t go telling anyone, ‘kay?” Webttore said breathlessly as he dressed himself back on.

You nod, and open your mouth to speak before getting cut off by the sound of the door opening, and an angry-looking Zandik standing in the doorway.

“What are YOU doing here.” Zandik spoke, his eyes burning holes into Webttore with a knowing look.

“Just cuddling my fav’ girl. What? Can’t I show any affection anymore?” Webttore smirked and gripped your waist closer, both your clothes rumpled and filled with wrinkles but efficiently covering you both.

Whether you would face punishment or Webttore, it was unknown…

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i feel so cherished ive already gotten like 80 notes in my first post which may not be much (i think) and in getting so many ideas on more dottore related stuff! (Will it be porn? Maybe.)

Thank you all! i hope i improve quickly

and yall can send requests ofc ofc :3

love yall