#date everything/reader

[juicyasstender]

i feel like if you were to make enough innuendos with chance, you'd get more than just good rolls during your sessions

things like subtle hints and just general flirty body language as you play. you don't go the extra horny route when y'all are playing, but when the time comes around you always take the opportunity to slip in a little remark, and chance doesn't miss them either.

"i think you're looking for a different kind of roleplay right now," chance would say as he'd set his GnG equipment aside. he's got that mischievous glint behind his glasses, and you already know you've rolled a score.

he's crawling over the various sheets and maps to get to you, and before you know it, he's hovering over you with his legs nudging yours open. he's got a smirk on his face, and his voice goes from his typical fantasy narrator to something a lot more.. erotic.

"consider me your.. dungeon master for the night. now, get on the table. i'm gonna show you a real tabletop game."

this is the dumbest thing i've ever written LMAOOO

[crackerlover95]

PLEASE READ! Hello!! This is my first post ever on here and my first time doing headcanons. I loved the hanks to much to not do anything for them. So here you go! (I’ll learn how to format later) and totally give me requests if you like my writing I’m DOWNNN for some freaky stuff LMAO. Here’s my TikTok where I posted this on there as-well (crackerlover9666)

-Hank 3 convinced the other Hanks to do thirst traps because “they needed the exposure” when they were with Red Bowl, but since they left, only Hank 3 still does them because he enjoys the compliments.

-They have a voting box that they use to determine who will be the leader of the group for that day. (They submit the same votes in every day so it’s Hank 1 for Monday, Hank 5 for Tuesday, Hank 4 for Wednesday, Hank 3 for Thursday, and Hank 2 for Friday every week. They don’t have a leader on the weekends because they don’t want anyone to feel left out or favored)

- When you first met them they would push you too far with their extreme activities and wouldn’t stop until you genuinely got hurt (they of course felt bad) or would call you a lame-o if you didn’t go with them in fear of getting hurt. (Hank 2 understood your caution)

-Hank 1,2,4, and 5 talked to Hank 3 about his flirting and that he needed to tone it down with you because they couldn’t help but get secondhand embarrassment. They all liked you (romantically or platonically) and didn’t want his advances to push you away.

-Sleepovers. They don’t call it hanging out or staying the night they will and always will call it a sleepover. Pillow fights, movies, they somehow always have some delicious gossip, Hank 5 bakes cookies, board games/video games, and pranks. Do not fall asleep first or you will look like a middle schooler's notebook when they’re bored in class.

-They all tan amazingly except Hank 3 who genuinely gets cooked in the sun. He always uses the most sunscreen and will wear slightly longer T-shirts, shorts(basically jorts), and has a hat he wears if the sun is unusually bright out.

-You and Hank 2 would work on his novel together. Basically what you did with Lyric but a lot longer and way more off task. You would be the one who pushes him to work and pay attention. He appreciates it and when he publishes it he does that thing on the first page where it says stuff like “To y/n my reason for doing this” shit like that.

-Hank 1 goes to, and volunteers at a local shelter so he can work on and get the right information for his dog parachutes. Of course, he does more than just work on his dream and really helps out when he’s there, the other workers love it when he shows up. Has grown close with a golden retriever(obviously) and plans on adopting one day when his income is more stable.

-Hank 3 plays the board game “Operation” and thinks that helps him get smarter for when he actually does brain surgery. (Surprisingly when he does take classes to be a licensed professional he gets all high marks. He thinks the only reason that is, is because he played that stupid game, and not all the effort he does like studying, all-nighters, and paying attention in class.)

-You help Hank 4 find his dream because he doesn’t have an idea of what he wants to do in life. After some experimenting, he understands that his passion is extreme sports. He feels upset at first because it’s just what he’s been doing all along, and the other hanks have different dreams other than that. But you and the other hanks reassure him that it’s okay and he just knows what he likes! One day he comes up with the idea of starting a company like Red Bowl that sponsors other extremists like him. He obviously puts the safety and needs of the people he sponsors before anything else.

-You and Hank 5 just do typical dating things. His dream is to be a father which is not happening for a WHILEEEE. So in his free time, he bakes with you. Cute baking dates soon turn into something way more than that. He genuinely gets good at baking and starts making sweet treats for other objects around the house, like Volt and Eddie for their bar. You convince him to take commissions for small things like birthday parties, gender reveals, housewarming parties, etc. After a while, he starts making good money on it and would take bigger commissions like weddings. He will always bake for you since you’ve been with him since day one. (So male wife coded)

They are this image with you when they “aren’t in harmony” (angry at each other/ having different ideas on how they want to spend the day with you, etc..).

[crispy-bonnie]

daisuke, who waits eagerly from the cabinets for you to come by, fingers itching for something to do despite the work in his hands already

daisuke, who holds you close and allows the world to fade away until it's nothing but your very essence

daisuke, who whispers sweet words into your ear as he keeps you close, listing down every single thing he loves about you

daisuke, who kisses your lips with care, as if you may crack, yet still with a passion that set you ablaze

daisuke, who allows his hands and lips to trail down your body, worshipping and fawning as if you were one of his most prized ceramics

daisuke, who suddenly sweeps you off your feet, his hooded eyes gazing at you with adoration as he mutters something about how his work may need to wait a bit longer

[mattsundaes]

♡ DATE EVERYTHING! — EDDIE ♡

“hot date tonight?”

the sound of eddie’s low, rough voice startles you from where you’re crouched down on your knees in the closet, a box of odds and ends tipped over, and the safety pin clutched between your fingers falls to the floor with a faint clink.

you briefly mourn its loss, doubting you’ll be able to find it again in the mess. as if to add insult to injury, the lone bulb hanging from the ceiling briefly flickers before going out.

the door to the closet falls shut of its own accord just as you begin to stand, enveloping the small space in total darkness, and you sway, thrown off balance.

a pair of warm, steady hands catches you, callused fingers curled against the strip of bare skin between your tank top and skirt, thumbs anchored at your hips. you inhale sharply, back gently hitting the wall as a tantalizing wall of body heat fills the inky black in front of you.

eddie.

“what makes you think i have a date?” you ask him, attempting to say it in a teasing tone despite the way your heart stumbles in your chest at his proximity.

“you don’t usually walk around the house in anything like this,” he comments, one finger tapping your lacy top.

it’s a battle in and of itself to stave off the way your knees predictably go weak at the sound of his voice.

“what, are you jealous?”

eddie huffs, and you shiver at the way his lips feel like a kiss against the shell of your ear when he murmurs, “don’t flatter yourself, princess.”

his stubble meets the curve of your jaw when he pulls away, and your toes curl against the wooden floorboards. you feel his hands toying with the waistband of your skirt, every nerve ending in your body fizzling under the grasp of an all-consuming, dizzying, wild current—

white floods your vision. the light flickers back to life.

and you find yourself alone.

glancing down, you see the safety pin carefully attached on your skirt exactly where you’d needed it in the first place.

(and the ghost of eddie’s touch hums and crackles in your veins long after you’ve left the house.)

cont.

[barabaraoranges]

i think, when it comes to eddie flirting, it's definitely not like, verbal flirting. and it's not as straight forward and blunt as volt's. it's physical, it's moreso him using his presence then anything. it can be hard to miss, if you aren't looking for the cues.

you'll start the conversation like any other, standing next to the bar with him next to you. he'll be his dry self like usual, but his voice more quiet. it's not his exhaustion that's getting to him, though. and you'll find yourself struggling to understand and, being the gentleman that eddie is, he'll step closer. and closer.

and eventually you'll find eddie's leg slotted in between yours, your lower back pushed up against the bar. but don't worry, he won't let you fall. because his hand is rested on the bar top, right next to your waist. he'll catch you at any time, offer you a comfortable pillow in case you want to lean back fully. and he'll drop his voice quieter and quieter until he's inches away from your face. until you can taste the cocktail on his breath, his nose almost touching yours. teasing, painfully teasing. watching your eyes dart down to his lips, he'll wonder if you'll be brave. if you'll take the chance and steal a kiss.

if you don't take the kiss, if you hold out and see how far he takes it, he will become insufferable. whispering, low and husky in your ear. maybe have one of his sharp canines tease your sensitive skin. his calloused, rough thumb running down your jaw, down your neck. maybe he'll cradle the back of your neck, ready to crane you back, tease the front of your neck. his chest pressed against yours, that hand on the bar top now pressed against the small of your back. feeling your heavy breathing against his calm and steady breathing, a chuckle in his breath as he teases.

and then. he'll go back to his cold ways, the cold ways that caught your attention, and simply walk away. leave you dizzy, pouting, heart racing. and he'll glance over his shoulder, give you a wink, and gesture to the back closet. just a test to see how desperately you want him.

[spearsillustration]

Not me sitting here with like three drafts for Chance. 😔 Writing calls my name but I have to work. 😭

[gay-dorito-dust]

You: will you five quiet down FOR FIVE MINUTES!

The hanks: *all freeze on the spot*

You: just because you’ve frozen doesn’t mean you’re all suddenly invisible.

Hank 1: are you sure?

You: positive.

Hank 3: pretty sure?

You: absolutely

Hank 4: super duper?

You: super duper certain

Hank 5: *to the others* they’re super certain then.

Hanks: *murmur in agreement*

Hank 1: *to you* if we’re not invisible then what are we doing?

You: pissing me off apparently-

[tanzaniiite]

NOT SO BAD • EDDIE & VOLT

requests: open

warnings: angst

word count: 1.5k

a/n: sooo i got their hate ending and after crashing out for 40 days and 40 nights (30 straight minutes) i decided to write an after ending. to give myself some closure if nothing else. i apologize if this isn’t the greatest, i haven’t written fanfic in yearsss.

*cross-posted on ao3

You flinch as the door to the Breaker Box is slammed in your face.

Your dateviators sit askew on your nose as you try to process what just happened. Eddie and Volt hate you? Everything was going swimmingly up until now, where did you go wrong? Could you fix it? As you go to speak with them again, the specs on your face make a power down sound.

Out of charge.

It’s only then do you realize how late it is. The sun has set and the stars have begun littering the sky. This was your last interaction for the day, talk about depressing. And even if it wasn’t you could only talk to an object once per day, per Skylar’s detailed instructions. It’s fine, you’ll just… give them some space, check back in a day or two. Surely everything would blow over by then.

In the meantime, you kept yourself busy. You met new datebales, continued conversations with the ones you already met. And yet, your mind kept drifting back to Eddie and Volt. Really, where did you go wrong? Maybe kissing Volt wasn’t the greatest idea. It seemed right at the time, considering the atmosphere and all that. Or maybe you didn’t get close enough to Eddie? You should’ve been more persistent, asked more questions, his dislikes be damned.

This loop of “could’ve, should’ve, would’ve” continued until you finally had the courage to approach the Breaker Box again. It’s been a couple of days, surely whatever “hatred” they had for you has dissolved or at the very least, dampened. You didn’t expect them to not be mad at all, but maybe they would be willing to hear out and you guys could repair your relationship. Become friends if not anything else. That hope quickly drained as Volt approached the entrance, a sour and borderline terrifying look on his face.

He was different now, blue and electrifying. It was a far cry from the charming and sweet Volt you’ve gotten to know. He didn’t say anything at first, just staring at you like you have done the most unforgivable thing in the world (and maybe you did, you still weren’t sure exactly what it is you did). That silence stretched until you tried to break it, in which Volt immediately cut you off.

“Volt, I–”

“Perhaps I wasn’t clear enough last time. You’re not welcome here.”

“Please, can’t we just talk this out?”

“No, we can’t. I was foolish to trust you the first time around. I won’t allow you to have the opportunity to hurt us again.”

It took everything in you to not sob right there and then but you’re sure the tears that shone in your eyes got the point across clearly. “I care about you and Eddie so much, I never meant to hurt either of you. I swear.” The tremble in your voice was as clear as day but you couldn’t really find it in yourself to care. Not when it felt like everything was on the line. And for a moment, that hope you had fluttered in your chest as Volt’s expression softened. He sighed deeply and leaned against the door, reminiscent of the dramatic flare he had when you first met him.

“I’m sorry live wire, I don’t think we can trust you again.”

Your breath caught in your throat as the tears that have taken up residence in your eyes, slipped down your cheeks silently. You could do nothing but stare as the door to the Breaker Box was closed in your face once more. Part of you preferred the slamming, the yelling, and the volatile way things had originally ended. This felt non-negotiable. Final. You weren’t sure how to feel about that.

So, you stood at the entrance for what felt like an eternity. Not sure what to do or where to go from here. You knew you couldn’t get every dateable to love you, hell, even like you but hatred? Not indifference or some weird limbo state? Just pure hatred? As you finally began to turn away, Reggie popped into your peripheral vision. God, you were not in the mood for him. You had met him before as you and another dateable didn’t exactly see eye to eye. The details aren’t important as you didn’t care for that dateable nearly as much as you care for Eddie and Volt. Still, it seemed you were stuck and had to hear Reggie’s spiel.

“It’s one thing to be rejected and another thing to lose trust completely, yeowch!”

“....”

“Still, I dig your style. Rejection really isn’t so bad when you think about it. Helps you pick out the duds that simply aren’t worth your time.”

That’s the thing though, Eddie and Volt weren’t duds, far from it actually. And even if they hated your guts right now, you couldn’t find it in yourself to speak ill of them. “They aren’t duds, Reggie.” You mutter, arms crossing over your chest. Reggie raised a curious brow, “Don’t tell me you still have feelings for them? Do you not realize they kicked you to the curb? That they want nothing to do with you?”. You sucked your teeth in frustration, you knew that. Volt had made that painfully clear both times you spoke with him. As if reading your mind Reggie continues, his hands finding your shoulders and his head dipping down so his mouth is right next to your ear. “I know you have this good person act going on but doesn’t that make you angry? Isn’t that hatred mutual?” He questions.

You were mainly sad and confused. And sure, maybe a little bitter too. You still didn’t know what you did that was so wrong to warrant them to hate you but you didn’t hate them. Still… as Reggie’s hands stayed firmly placed on your shoulders, you couldn’t help but get angry. It was as if that energy was radiating off of him and seeping into you. Or maybe, that anger was always there and Reggie gave it the space to roam free. Either way, you were starting to get pissed. The low chuckle that came from Reggie wasn’t lost on you as you swiftly took off your dateviators. Volt and Eddie wanted to hate you? Fine, you’ll give them a reason to hate you.

It almost seemed weird, looking at the Breaker Box and seeing… a normal breaker box. You close the box firmly, a little rougher than you normally would but you didn’t care. They didn’t want to see you, so you didn’t want to see them. You surveyed the small closet wondering what else you could do to relieve that pressure that had started building in your chest. In all honesty, you wanted to scream, maybe cry some more, put the dateviators back on and curse both of them out. Instead, you dropped down and picked up Tony and Beau– er, your toolbox and spare boxes. You didn’t want any reason to come back here if you didn’t have too. You placed them in the closet in your makeshift home gym. It wasn’t much bigger than their previous residence, and they certainly had more roommates but hopefully they wouldn’t mind too much. You made sure to lock the door to the breaker box too. You’re not sure how that would translate to their world, if Dorian would simply just unlock it, but maybe it would slow the business of the Breaker Box.

You still had four more uses of your dateviators for the day but you really couldn’t find it in you to want to talk to anyone else. Your mood was dampened and you would hate to take it out on the other datebables. You would come back when you felt slightly better, when you could give them your full and undivided attention. Plus, it probably wasn’t the healistest to be talking to the inanimate objects of your home day in and day out. Considering how much emotional turmoil this one rejection put you in, maybe this was for the best. Maybe a break was needed. An hour tops.

That hour turned to hours.

Those hours into days.

The days into weeks.

And so on.

You haven’t put on the dateviators since your last interaction with Volt and by extension Reggie. That anger was still there, simmering in the back of your mind but all that you felt currently was sadness. As you went on with your day to day life, you’ve come to the conclusion that maybe there’s nothing you can do. Maybe whatever was going on with Eddie and Volt wasn’t meant to be. That you shouldn’t sit here, making yourself sick and miserable dwelling on it. And while this was your general takeaway, a part of you still held onto hope. Hope that with time; you, Eddie and Volt could make amends. And be friends. You’d never say it to the other dateables but they were your favorites, still are honestly. But it’s time to move on. You guess Reggie was right, in his own twisted way.

Rejection really isn’t so bad when you think about it.

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[currently-dating-everything]

helloo if it’s not too much trouble coudl i request eddie and volt romantic headcanons with reader/the player character? you could do all three together or seperate i dont mind whichever ^_^ thank you !!!

A/N: Chose to do them together for now! I always feel like I don't write enough for these so hopefully I did them both justice

Characters: Volt, Eddie

Relationship: Romantic

Congrats, they're YOUR hypocritical workaholics now!!

The only thing that matters more to them than the Breaker Box is each other, and the only thing that matters as much as them is you!

The club and their work mean a lot to both of them, so having you there (either to help with repairs or service or just to hang out) makes them very happy. You're basically the third owner at the end of the day- all the regulars know you, and you know the place like the back of your hand. Or the inside of your fuse box.

Oh yeah, you get so much better at technical repair just from dating Eddie, either from offering to help fix the lighting system around the club or just asking him for repair advice. He really likes feeling useful, especially with you and Volt, so despite any grumblings he really likes being able to show you how to fix things. Definitely the type to guide your hands if you don't know what you're doing, then gets flustered and quiet in the most obvious way possible when he realizes.

Eddie's an introvert, and doesn't have a great love for social interaction, so he's pretty prickly around others especially if neither you nor Volt are around. Not that he's intentionally rude or standoffish, he just knows how weak his social battery is and who his people are, and he gets grumpier the longer he's forced into prolonged social interaction without either of you there to give him an out. 100% requires you guys to recharge his social battery if he can't get any alone time.

Meanwhile, Volt is an extrovert. He's great at meeting people and getting along with them, though he's very mindful of Eddie's energy level, and yours as well if you're not big on the social scene. While Eddie is reserved around others and relaxed around you and Volt, Volt is boisterous and confident around his patrons and mellower around you and Eddie.

Volt and Eddie also have very different preferences for privacy when it comes to who knows they're dating you. Vox will practically shout it from the rooftops for all to hear ("Ah, yes! My wonderful partner, my better half! There you are!"), while with Eddie it's honestly a wonder that anyone even knows you know each other. Not because he's ashamed, he just doesn't see how it's anyone's business.

Volt is very outgoing about showing affection. Compliments and pet names are very common ("live wire"), as are acts of physical affection. He especially likes putting an arm around you and giving a kiss to your forehead, or taking your hand to kiss the back or pull you closer to him. He also has no problem with PDA, and frequently initiates it.

While a tad more reserved, Eddie is a surprisingly affectionate guy, though it happens mostly in private. He really likes holding your hand, either to ground you to his side or kiss your palm (something he does All The Time, often without even realizing it). It's a tossup whether or not receiving affection will fluster him- depending on his confidence level, it'll either make him blush and look away while he holds your hand tighter, or fire back with a kiss or some flirty one-liner and a cocky grin.

Volt and Eddie look out for each other in their own ways, and you're definitely not exempt from that care. Volt takes pride in being able to look after you, and your comfort and happiness means a lot to him, so he prioritizes it even if it's inconvenient (not that he'd ever say that). Eddie knows you on a level that may surprise you, but he's just an observant guy who has a great memory. He does a lot of subtle, acts-of-service-type things that he never talks about (making your favorite drinks just the way you like them, assuring that your favorite seat is always open for you), because he worries that he's not good at the "relationship thing" and he just wants to do right by you. They both do.

[onyxluvjiro]

Thinking about ovetstimming a pathetic man.

- 18+, minors dni !!!

- overstim obviously, gender neutral reader

Thinking about your favorite man, big and strong, the one you have grown to fall in love with. Thinking about how absolutely pathetic he is right now, a whimpering whining mess under the onslaught of your delicate hands.

Watching him squirm, eyes brimming with tears as he begs. He wants to be a good boy, only the best for you, but this was his third orgasm in such a short time, creeping up on him.

Maybe you should have tied him down, that way he didn’t have to struggle as much as he was, but who are you kidding? The struggle was worth the sight.

As the orgasm crashes down on his body, you don’t relent, stroking his cock continuously, until wet drips of salty water hit the bed beneath him. Soft sobs could be heard from the man above you, and a chorus of pleas as you continue the torture.

He’s begging you to be nice, and to please give him a break, but those complains stop once you sink down onto his pretty and red cock. His eyes rolling back, body going stiff with pleasure as your warmth envelops his cock.

You really thought he was pathetic before, he’s even worse now. Hands clawing at your hips as you coo, praising the man beneath you, telling him how good he’s been for you as fresh tears of pleasure drip down his face.

Instead of begging for you to slow down, he whines for more. Blabbing out about how warm your body feels around him, and how absolutely sinful your body feels on top of his.

And when you finally cum, his own cock barely spilling any cum into your body, you give him a break. Breathless mumbling of thank you’s spill from his lips, you’re his everything, the one he worships. The only one he’d let do this to him, and yet he knows, this night isn’t quite over yet.

tkdb: KAITO, luca, SUBARU, ritsu, REN, lyca, RIN, yuri, OBEY ME: belphie, LEVIATHAN, mammon, SATAN, whb: MAMMON, amon, BAEL, barbatos, BIMET, gamingin, GLASYABOLAS, leraye, MINHYEOK, morax, RONOVE, zagan, LADS: rafael, CALEB, xavier DATE EVERYTHING: chance,

and whoever your heart desires~

[snowstormarts]

Cuddling time [Date Everything x GN Reader]

Just some cuddling with the boys, headcanons maybe & co. I'm just dipping my claws in the water here so don't expect too much since its been a few years since I last wrote anything really ^^"

Also feel free to send me ideas or requests, I have a hard time coming up ideas to write for (which will be probably a bit obvious, sorry) but have fun reading, reblogs & likes are appreciated

[Feat: Daemon, Chance, Hector, Mateo & Dirk/Clarence]

[Dividers by ithemes]

🐾 Mateo Manta 🐾

- His arms wrap around your waist, they fit perfectly around you as he pulls you closer letting your head rest on his soft, warm chest. Not to mentione that if you're still cold or need something weighted he will gladly share his jacket with you that smells like Vanilla & Tasslehounds

- I headcanon that the Jacket he wears is weighted like a weighted blanket, which can help with his Anxiety

- Once you got all cozy he will tell you about his day, be it the chaos his/the other residents critters have caused while under his care or what new stray he had found. And of course he listens to what you have to share, laughing, nodding along & hugging you when it was an especially hard/overwhelming day. Blocking out all the stress for the time being, letting you be pulled into a wall of pure comfort & safety

- His Critter family is of course, also here in the room, you can't keep them away from you guys. Stitch & Davi sleep at your feet, curled up against each other while Sprite lays on top of Mateos head

🪲☣ Daemon ☣🪲

- Seeing as he is a Game Bug, he hasn't experienced a lot besides breaking a few game scenes and trying to scare you, so when you offered to cuddle with him, he simply just said "sure" and went along with it, not expecting much

- But the second you cuddled up to him on the bed you realized quickly that he was quiet stiff, laying straight on the bed staring up at the ceiling. He wasn't quiet sure what to do seeing as the scrapped files didn't have cuddling codes, so you would need to lend a hand...or two...

- But once he got it down, it was the strangest yet comfiest cuddle session you ever had. Sometimes besides the arms around you midsection you would feel other arms carassing you, massaging your shoulders as you felt his lips on your neck, forehead and back even though he was facing you, never daring to look away from you

- He also produces a silent, whitenoise-humming sound, so if you ever have problems sleeping he's the man to go to...If you can ignore his glowing, white eyes that will stare at you the whole time

🎲 Chance 🎲

- Can be the little or big spoon, he's quiet happy with either or. As a little spoon he will talk about the characters he has for G&G, their storys, motivations, design ideas and so much more. While as a Big spoon he will tell you a story, whatever you want it can be adventurous, a horror story or just a fairytale so you can relax while he fills the silence

- He will always cuddle up to you, either burrying himself into your chest or shoulder or curling himself around you. Cocooning you into a save hold, legs drapped over yours as he rests his forehead against the back of your neck

- Makes the coolest pillowforts, the pillow walls are super sturdy somehow and he even got some fairy lights. Overtime he will build them out to a point where they basically become less of a pillowfort and more of a pillowcave with a secret back entrance & snack hoard

💨❄ Hector ❄💨

- Poor man will be too anxious to leave the attic at first, he showed himself to you and that did help with some of his self-esterm issues but not all of them. So you decided to build a little nest in the attic with him, so you could still get some cuddling experience with him

- He's a great cuddle buddy, he can change his body heat to whatever you desire which means even when it's in the middle of summer you can enjoy a good cuddle session in his arms without breaking a sweat

- He's a small spoon through and through, he curls up into a ball (much like a cat) and gets as close as he can without making you uncomfortable. He will also pull a blanket over himself to stay hidden because of his never ending reddening face [He will be gently teased about it by some of the others in the Attic]

👕🕸 Dirk/Clarence 🫧👕

- Dirk is a chaotic cuddler, he will drap his arm and head over your chest and use you like a cuddly bed plushy. He also sleeps without a shirt on so you can run your fingers across his back, admire the tattoos he has, draw shapes across his body that will have him teasingly ask you what you are doing. Though be warned he will retaliate if you do somehow find a ticklish spot on him, cuddle time can wait that man would be on a tickle war path

- Clarence on the other hand is a more neatly cuddler, he will pull you to his side and let you rest on his shoulder. On the otherside of you is of course the Batman Bodypillow, keeping your back protected from not only the cold but also nightmares [Acording to him at least]

- Dirk always brings a plushy around that you had washed once but never got back, you thought you lost it somehwhere but nope he simply "borrrowed" it and then hid it behind Washford whenever you came around. It was one item that brought him comfort after he and Harper had a rough fight, the lil' guy was basically his vent buddy while he was with her

- He has a solid grip, no matter if he's in a dirty or clean, once he has you in his arms it will be a feat to escape from him. And don't even try waking him up, that man sleeps like a rock...

[rlyraven]

when are we getting date everything fanfics guys

[zephyrchama]

It was late evening when your DDD started ringing. An unusual time for someone to call unless they were either drunk or in mortal peril. This occasion happened to be the latter.

Karasu's caller ID flashed a photo of Luke across the screen after the first ring. The angel was always early to bed and early to rise and never called without good reason, so you scrambled to answer, moving so fast that your finger slipped and you initially missed the right button.

"Hello?" you said. It took a moment for the call to connect.

"Hi... Sorry, umm, is now a good time?"

Luke sounded close to tears. He was trying to keep himself composed for your sake, but the distressed warble in his voice betrayed him. By the sound of things, he wasn't in his bedroom. He wasn't even in the living room or kitchen of Purgatory Hall. It was somewhere small, where his voice echoed off the walls.

"Luke, are you okay? Where are you?"

You recognized the sound of splashing water when he sniffled just before responding, "I'm in the bath."

It was an odd answer, but at least he was somewhere safe. So, why was he crying?

"Did Solomon feed you anything weird?"

"No, that's not it." Luke took a deep breath and winced. The sounds of agitated water accompanied his explanation. "You see... Simeon got a new shampoo that smells like cloudberries, and I really wanted to try some. Just a little bit, honest! But it came out of the bottle really fast, and it fell into my eyes." The crying began in earnest. "It really hurts and now I can't get it out of my eyes and Simeon's going to find out I used his shampoo without asking."

You felt slightly thankful that Solomon wasn't using the little angel as his food taster, but his small sobs over such a small matter made your heart ache.

"I'm going blind as punishment for stealing Simeon's shampoo," he confessed.

"Hey! Hey, no you're not! It's going to be okay!" you assured him. "You're not going to go blind. Listen. Turn on the faucet and try to splash some clean water in your eyes. Also, keep crying."

The sound of a running faucet could be heard through the phone. "Why? Will my tears prove that I'm repenting and weaken the punishment?"

"It'll... uh, yeah? Yeah, sure. It will also rinse the shampoo out of your eye so they stop stinging, but it'll do that, too."

There was a soft thud as Luke set his DDD down, followed by several minutes of loud splashing noises and weeping. He was having a tough time. You tried to be encouraging, unsure if he could hear you or not, by chiming in with the occasional "you're doing great!" and "hang in there!"

The tears came to a stop and Luke turned the faucet off. There was a beat of silence, followed by him exclaiming from afar, "it worked!"

He picked the phone back up. "It worked! I can see again! It doesn't hurt as much! Thank you! I'm so glad I called." The boy sounded like he was crying again, this time in relief. He had his usual cheery demeanor back.

"Everything OK now?"

"Yeah! I really owe you. I have to go tell Simeon what I did now, but I'll properly thank you tomorrow at school."

You wondered what sort of treats he would present. A drain popped open and you heard the water swirling away. Your muscles were still tense from concern, but the emergency had been swiftly dealt with.

"Glad I could help. Be sure to get lots of sleep, okay? You need to rest your eyes."

You could tell Luke was nodding even if you couldn't see him. "Got it!"

"Good night, Luke."

"Good night!"

[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.

[thecatchat]

One thing I think the Eddie/Volt/reader fics are missing out on is that, in the Eddie/reader/Volt sandwich, the reader doesn't have to be the one in the middle.

Let Eddie get cornered by Volt and the human about him overworking himself and get pampered by his two paramours.

Let Volt get ganged up on by Eddie and the human as they attempt to fluster him out of composure because he's so goddamn smooth.

Like, yah, the cool and composed two men getting off on you at the same time is hot, but they deserve a chance to be in the middle of a sandwich too!

[crispy-bonnie]

thinking about date everything characters (a harem maybe?) with a lover who's paranoid at night.

open curtains, unlocked doors, the general looming fear that someone might be watching, that type of thing. not bad security, just anxiety.

daisuke would help to double check that all the windows and the doors are locked, having a checklist at the ready just for them.

dorian and wyndolyn not only affirm they are locked, but make sure they are shut and locked tight. if it means bringing a bit more security to the house, then both are more than willing.

curt & rod make sure that all the curtains are closed and that nobody can peek inside without meeting the guarded gazes of curt & rod.

chance helps to distract from the fear by running through some adventures, mateo ensuring max comfort whilst chance is narrative his stories.

after being tuckered out, betty and mateo ensure warmth and comfort whilst being tucked into bed. lyric may pop by to read a couple stories in order to ease nerves.