#just pulled it out of your asses and went with it I guess??

[submattenthusiast]

forcing matt to stroke himself whilst pegging him and every time he stops you pull out of his ass

content warning // pegging

in and out and up and down, the motions were simple, just the like instructions you gave — jerk yourself off while i fuck you. not hard right? wrong. your sloppy thrusts were interrupted once matt's slender fingers fell from his cock and into the sheets, actions that were immediately met with emptiness. the silicone slipped easily out of him, muscle going back to it shape with the absence. a whine of protest left his raw lips, the loss of contact upsetting him. "p-please don't stop m' sorry ill continue"

you watch from the side as his hand wraps back around his cock, and his mouth falls open. seeing him build up a pace you steady yourself behind, lining up and pushing the tip in. the arch in his back perfected as you bottom out, filling him to the brim. a whimper leaves him as he gets stimulated, the pleasure weakening his body. your hips meet his ass as you plow into him, a little faster and you'd be fucking him into the sheets.

his moans got louder and your thrusts got harder, hips having a mind of their own now. his head falls and his arm went limp under him, body collapsing into the bed. his sounds now muffled and hand now stopped. you gave one hard thrust before pulling out, slapping the toy on his ass. "guess you don't wanna cum tonight"

[lovingdynamight]

“Because I’m older”

Background: Bakugo x f!reader, secret relationship, older girlfriend, fluff, Bakugo being nice

Summary: Bakugo and you have been dating for a while but he doesn’t want the ‘extras’ in his business. So when you both hang you the excuse is that you’re tutoring him, but he obviously doesn’t need it.

You sat in front of the mirror, looking at your hair one last time, making sure every braid was in the right spot before zipping up the jacket you had stolen from Bakugo’s closet the last time you were in his dorm. As you walked downstairs toward the dorm exit, you heard Mirio call out for you.

“Where are you going? It’s getting dark,” he questioned from the kitchen.

“Oh, umm… for a walk,” you quickly replied, hoping he would believe it.

“A walk, huh?”

“Yeah, you know… training was tiring, but I still have a little extra energy. And I can watch the sunset.”

“You mind if I come with?”

“You can’t!—uh, I mean, I’m trying to, like, clear my head, you know? Wind down. Don’t you have to be somewhere watching Eri?”

“So, you’re going to see the problem child from 1A.”

“Fine, but it’s just tutoring.”

“Tutoring a kid that’s a top student almost every day? Look, you may not wanna give me all the details, but I know there’s something going on.”

“I will talk to you later, Mirio,” you said quickly, scurrying out the door and walking to the 1A dorm building.

When you got to the dorms, you pulled out your phone and went to Bakugo’s contact to text him that you were there. As soon as you hit send, the door opened, and Bakugo grabbed your hand, dragging you past his classmates with a very annoyed look. He was grumbling about something you couldn’t quite hear, but you were too focused on all the stares you were getting as he pulled you upstairs to his room.

He opened the door, pulled you in, and turned to lock it—nothing new, since he always did that when you were over. You walked around his room, scanning for anything new since last week, but it was mostly the same—just somehow cleaner than last time.

“What took you so goddamn long, angel?” he asked, sitting down on his bed.

“Well, I’m sorry. Didn’t know I had to drop everything the moment you text me,” you said, sitting next to him. As you looked at him, you could tell something was off—he wasn’t as loud as usual. “Joking, Kats. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, dumbass.”

“Okay, whatever you say. But what are we doing?” you asked, laying back and propping yourself up on his pillows.

“That stupid movie you wanted to watch came out. I guess we could watch it.”

“I thought you said you didn’t want to.”

“Tch. Whatever,” he said, looking away and tossing the remote to you.

“Thank you,” you said, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek and giving him a one-arm hug.

…………………………………………………………………………….

As you both watched the movie—or, well, you watched the movie while Katsuki laid on you with his face buried in your chest, tightly hugging you—you absentmindedly ran your fingers through his hair.

“Are you sure nothing’s bothering you today?” you asked, massaging his scalp.

“Tch. Annoying-ass Deku,” he mumbled.

Then it clicked. You knew that Katsuki and Izuku didn’t get along too well—they were some sort of male version of frenemies. So it made sense that he was mad about something Izuku did.

“Wanna talk about it?” you asked.

Immediately, he sat up like a dog perking up at a sudden noise, looking at you as if you had just asked if the sky was blue.

“I’ll take that as a no,” you said, amused.

Instead of pushing the topic, you leaned in, pressing three soft pecks against his lips, each one lingering a second longer than the last.

“Tch,” he scoffed, but his grip on you tightened slightly.

“Feeling better yet?” you teased.

He rolled his eyes, but you caught the way his gaze softened. “Just shut up and watch the damn movie.”

Smirking, you pulled him back down against you, resuming your gentle touch against his scalp. Whatever had pissed him off earlier could wait—right now, all that mattered was this quiet moment between you two.

Thanks for reading. All works done by me. Reblogs comments and likes are encouraged and appreciated

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

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buff guy

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ʚ Part 12 ɞ

❥ CW: chubby fem reader x buff guy, clubbing, alcohol consumption, reader gets drunk, strangers turning violent, violence

❥ A/N: had some inspiration so i went with it! Enjoy 💕

"Girl, he did what?!"

You shush your coworker, laughing as you finish a drink and call out the customer's name, placing the drink on the counter.

"Don't make a scene," you scold her, smiling shyly.

"How do you expect me to not make a scene when—" she glances around before leaning in to whisper, "When your super hot boyfriend made you cum like it was nothing?!"

You shush her again, pulling her to the side of the coffee bar that was closer to the wall, away from the customers.

"It's not that big of a deal."

"Not that big of a deal?! Y/N, when was the last time somebody made you feel that way?" You stare off into the distance for a moment, thinking before you shrug. "See?! This is a huge deal! You don't have to rely on a vibrator anymore because you've got a man who can do that for you. Plus! He prioritizes your pleasure which is rare." She grabs your shoulders, staring seriously into your eyes. "Do not take him for granted, Y/N. Treasure that man until he's useless to you."

You bark out a laugh, throwing your head back as the door chimes. You toss your hair to see who entered the cafe, and you smile.

"Hey, Guy."

"Hey," he says with a smile, holding up a bouquet of flowers, your favorite kind.

"Aww, Momo, you didn't have to do that."

"'Momo'? Where'd that come from?" You pause, grasping your hands together, suddenly nervous.

"Do... do you not like it? I thought it would be a cute nickname..."

He huffs, smirking and shaking his head.

"You're adorable, you know that? Momo? That's so cute. You're so cute."

"I hate how cute you two are," your coworker chimes in, grabbing her coffee and taking a sip. You giggle, reaching for the flowers and taking them from Mohammed.

"Are you busy this weekend?"

"Uh, yeah, she is," your coworker speaks up, wrapping her arm around your shoulders. "We're going to a club on Saturday with a group of friends."

Mohammed's face falls, suddenly gloomy and solemn.

"Oh… Well... I hope you have fun."

"Well, hold on," you turn to Liz. "You said that our partners could come along too." She shushes you quickly, leaning in.

"I wanted to see if he was gonna try and stop you from going. You know, you gotta test partners on these things to make sure they aren't controlling."

You roll your eyes, looking back at Mohammed.

"You can come along, Guy. Brittany is bringing her boyfriend, and Sara's boyfriend might come too."

He perks up a little bit, giving a soft smile.

"I'd like that, if you wouldn't mind." He looks at Liz, who shrugs.

"I guess I'll allow it." You and Guy snicker as Liz smiles. "But!" She raises a finger. "You can't get in the way of me and my girls. We're gonna have fun whether you like it or not, so don't try to stop us. We're gonna drink and shake our asses and have the best time."

"Understood. As long as you don't try to hook her up with anyone, I'm good."

"What kind of girl do you take me for? I expect all my friends to be faithful. If they're not, they're getting cut off."

Mohammed looks at you, pointing at Liz.

"I like her more and more every day."

"You better, because this girl right here is stuck with me until we die," Liz says, nudging you. You giggle, nudging her back and giving her a smile.

"So when should I pick you up? Or do you want to meet there?" You and Liz share a look, thinking.

"Were we gonna Uber?" you ask.

"Only if Brittany and Sara chip in, but they might wanna drive on their own."

"How are you gonna get home? I thought you wanted to get drunk."

"I do... Maybe I'll just get a ride home? Or maybe I can drive to your place and we can carpool and then I can just spend the night?"

"Hey," Guy speaks up, and the two of you look at him. "I don't mind driving you there, or driving you home. There's room in my car."

"Really?" she asks, leaning against the counter. "You wouldn't mind?" He shakes his head and Liz smiles, looking at you. "I think you've got yourself a keeper, Y/N."

"Can I borrow this lipstick?" Liz asks, holding up a small lipstick container.

"Only if you help me choose what to wear."

Liz tiptoes over in her heels, looking over the outfits you pulled out of your closet. She hums, glancing over each of them before picking up a little black sequin dress.

"This is bodycon, right?"

"Mm-hm." She hums, handing it to you.

"Try it on. Let me see how it looks."

You take the outfit, going to your bathroom and undressing. You shimmy the dress on, looking yourself over in the mirror before walking out.

"How's it look? I don't think it looks good with a bra." She leans on one foot, pushing out her hip, twisting her mouth.

"Do you have a strapless bra?" You sigh.

"Yeah, but I hate it. I constantly have to readjust it."

"Try it on anyways. It might make or break the dress." You huff, grabbing your strapless bra from your dresser before going back to the bathroom. You switch your bras, adjusting your breasts before pulling the dress back up, going back to your bedroom. Liz glances over you.

"Mind if I move things around a little?" You nod and Liz steps forward, tugging the dress down to reveal your bra. She tucks your breasts closer together, pulling the bra up a little before replacing the dress. She steps back, nodding.

"Better. You gotta show off that cleavage, girl. Show your stuff." You roll your eyes but smile. She motions for you to spin around. "Do a bend over test." You turn your back to her, bending over slow before finally reaching towards the floor. "Looks good. No undies in sight."

You laugh, standing back up and going to the vanity.

"Should I do lipstick or lipgloss?"

"You gonna be kissing your man?" she asks and you nod. "Then gloss. It's sticky but at least he won't have a bunch of lipstick all over him."

"Good call." You grab your favorite gloss, slathering it over your lips and rubbing them together, puckering your lips for the mirror. You stand up straight, taking your lipgloss with you as you find a matching purse and heels. You start to gather your things—lipgloss, your phone, your wallet, your apartment keys—when the doorbell rings.

"Oh, can you get that, Liz? I need to put on some perfume."

"Got you, boo." She leaves the bedroom, going to the front door and answering it. You hear voices as you spray yourself in a sweet and fruity perfume. You put on your heels, doing a once over in the mirror before walking out to the living room, smiling when you see Mohammed. Liz stops talking to him and looks at you with a smile, his gaze following hers. He was smiling, but it drops when he sees you, eyes roaming your body.

"Hey," you say, smiling and biting your lip. He doesn't say anything, and Liz nudges him.

"C'mon, dude. Compliment her."

"I—" His voice cracks and he clears his throat, looking sheepish. "You—wow, Y/N... you look fucking stunning."

"Aww, thank you!" You do a little pose, which makes him smile.

"Now, don't freak out when we go to the club and people stare at her," Liz says, moving towards you and putting an arm around your waist. "She is gorgeous and other people are gonna see that and you're gonna have to deal with it." He takes a deep breath and sighs, giving a small nod.

"Yeah, I know. I hate it, but I know."

"As long as you accept it and don't do something stupid."

"Oh my god, he's so protective," you chime in, putting your hand on Liz's shoulder. "When we first started going on dates, we went to the movies and long-story-short, this boy was talking to me and Mo got defensive and told him I was taken—"

"Oh my god, please don't—"

"—and he basically scared the shit out of this teenager!" You and Liz start laughing while Guy rubs a hand over his face, clearly embarrassed.

"Alright, alright, we're done teasing!" Liz says, stepping forward and patting Guy's arm. She glances between the two of you. "Everyone ready to go?"

"Hell yeah! Let's go get drunk!" You and Liz cheer, while Guy chuckles.

The nightclub requires you to show I.D. at the door, but once you're in, you're good to go. You see your friends at a table on the edge of the club, and when you approach them, they start squealing and waving. The four of you join together, giving hugs and kisses, holding each others' hands, saying your 'hello's and asking how you've all been. You're so wrapped up in your own little world that you almost forget about Mohammed, until one of your friends glances over your shoulder, leaning towards the group.

"Who's the hottie staring at us?"

You turn and smile at him, reaching out for his hand. He grabs your hand with his own, letting you pull him towards your group of friends.

"Brittany, Sara: this is Mohammed. Or Guy, or Mo, whatever you wanna call him."

"Ah..." He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you to his side. "That last one is just for Y/N. Mohammed is fine."

"Oh! So this is the infamous Guy!" Brittany says, reaching out her hand to shake his. "Hi, I'm Brittany! I'm Y/N's bestie from high school."

"We both are! I'm Sara," she chimes in, giving a wave. Guy smiles politely, shaking Brittany's hand, and then Sara's when she reaches out her hand to him.

"It's nice to meet you two. It's nice to meet Y/N's friends."

"Oh! And this is Liam," Brittany turns to point at a man sitting at the table. "He's my boyfriend."

"And the other guy is mine," Sara says as the other man gives a wave. "His name is Noah."

Mohammed gives a small wave to the men at the table, staying quiet.

"Enough with the introductions," Liz yells over the music. "Let's get some shots!" The four of you cheer, laughing. You turn to Guy, touching his shoulder.

"Will you be okay if me and my friends go to the bar? We'll be right back." He glances around, shrugging.

"If it's alright with you, I'll tag along to get my own drink." You nod.

"That's okay. We can all go together." You give him a soft smile, hooking your arm around his and going with him and your friends to the bar. Brittany orders a round of shots, Pina Colada flavoured ones. You chat as the bartender makes them, another bartender helping Guy as he orders a beer. When your shots are ready, you each retrieve one, clinking them together before counting down. You all take the shots, swallowing them down before cheering together, giggling as you place the glasses down.

"So, how long has it been since you've dated Mohammed?" Sara leans in to ask. You do the math in your head, tilting your head side to side.

"It's been almost three months I think? Maybe closer to two and a half."

"And what do you think of him so far?" Brittany asks from your other side.

"I like him! He's really nice and sweet."

"He's like a sugar daddy!" Liz yells over the music, already ordering another round of shots. She pushes your shoulder. "Tell them about how he made you see God with two fingers."

"Oh my god, Liz!"

"What?! Huh? What happened?" Brittany asks.

"Yeah, give us the deats!"

"Oh my god, not here!"

"You literally told me at work, Y/N, while we had customers! Don't act shy now!"

You glance at Guy, who's looking around the club. He either can't hear you or is ignoring the conversation. You take a deep breath, looking back at your friends.

"Okay, fine!" You lean in close, Brittany and Sara following, listening closely as you give the details of your last date with Mohammed. Their faces light up when you finish the story, Sara squealing and Brittany playfully slapping your shoulder.

"How did you not call me immediately after he left and tell me what happened?!"

"I'm sorry! Work was crazy this week; I was so busy I forgot!"

"Shame, shame, know your name!" Sara laughs. "You should've put us on a group call right after so we could evaluate your experience."

"I'm sorry! I was too shy to talk about it until, like, two days ago! The only reason Liz knew is because she thought I was acting different."

"She had a glow about her that made me think she had a nice orgasm." Liz starts handing out the second round of shots. When you all have one, Liz holds her glass up. "A toast! To Y/N's sexual relationship with Mohammed!"

"Here, here!" Sara cheers, downing the next shot easily. The rest of you follow, swallowing the fruity drink swiftly. You cough after the liqueur burns your throat, soon laughing with your friends again.

"Are we gonna dance or what?" Brittany asks, putting her empty glass back on the bar.

"Hell yeah!" Liz yells, collecting the glasses from the rest of you and pushing them over the bar. She grabs your hand and, before she can pull you away, you grasp Guy's jacket sleeve and tug him along with you. The five of you go to your table, putting down your purses and chit-chatting a bit. The girls make their way to the dance floor, and you turn to Guy with a smile.

"Would you watch my purse for me?" you ask. He nods and you cup his cheeks, pulling him down for a quick kiss. His gaze is soft when you pull away, returning your smile before you skip off to the dance floor with your friends.

The alcohol is starting to creep into your system, your body feeling lighter, your mind free of concerns as you and your friends start swaying to the beat.

"How's Liam been?" you ask Brittany and she groans.

"He's been a jerk. He's been so busy with work that he barely has time for me. There was even one night he didn't come home until after I went to bed!"

"I don't know why you tolerate that, Brit," Sara says. "You deserve better than that."

"I know... But I still love him. I'm just hoping we're going through a rough patch. You know, he got that promotion at work and now he's going on more trips. At least he makes up for it by bringing me back presents." You all laugh at that, your head growing fuzzy in such a delicious way. You find yourself wanting another drink, something sweet to sip on while you dance.

"What about Noah? Is he still working on his construction company or did he give up that dream?"

"He's doing good! He's got about a dozen workers now and they're getting pretty good business. Noah was worried about them joining a union but then I started researching all the benefits and convinced him it was a good idea."

"That's good! Liz, are you back on the market yet or what?"

"Girl, I've been back on the market! Ever since Mark ghosted me, I've been trying to find somebody to dick me down! I don't care if it's real meat or a strap; I just need it!"

You snort, teetering a bit but remaining on your feet. You scanned the crowd, looking over to your table to see Mohammed staring at you. He looks sad almost, or maybe just bored, but he wasn't talking to the men he was sitting with, just looking at you. You give him a little wave, blowing him a kiss across the club. You watch him reach out and pretend to catch it, bringing his fist to his chest and rubbing his palm there. He gives a flat smile, still staring at you as he rests his elbow on the table, cheek hitting his palm.

"Why's he moping?" Sara asks, bringing your attention back to your friends.

"I don't know. I thought he'd like to come out. We've never been to a club before."

"Does he even have any friends?" Liz asks before spinning around. You slow your movements as you think.

"I don't know. I always thought he did, but he's never talked about any friends before."

"Red flag! Red flag!" Sara yells, shaking your shoulder. "What if he's a psychopathic serial killer who is gonna lure you in and kidnap you?!" You roll your eyes.

"Sara, if he was gonna do that, he would've done it a long time ago. He's had plenty of opportunities to do so."

"That's still sketchy, Y/N," Brittany chimes in. "He needs a social life. He can't use you for all of his social needs. He needs real friends that he's not dating."

"He goes to the gym. I think he has gym friends. Plus he's gotta have some coworker friends."

"But does he hang out with them? Does he have a personal relationship with them? Or do they just know him in those environments, not outside of them?"

You slow to a halt, looking off into the distance. Maybe it's the loud music, maybe it's the alcohol, but your doubts start creeping in. You start to question Mohammed's actions, his intentions, who he really is. You only snap out of your haze when Liz claps her hands in your face.

"Hey! Don't freak out on me tonight. We're here to have fun. You can worry about who your boyfriend is when you're sober and can think straight." You blink, then nod.

"You're right. We can talk about it later."

"Hell yeah! In the meantime, let's go get another shot!" You smile and laugh, following Liz back to the bar. She ordered some shots for the two of you, clinking her glass to yours before you tossed them back, swallowing the tart liquid.

By the time you're back on the dance floor, you're practically floating. The alcohol is hitting you harder now, your brain fuzzy, your vision focusing then shifting. It feels good, really good. You feel light, frisky, maybe even a little horny. You turn to look for Guy in the crowd, finally singling him out and waving, squinting to see him smile. You feel hands on your hips and furrow your brow, looking over your shoulder to see a man behind you.

"Can I help you?" you snap, elbowing him.

"Aw, c'mon! Don't be like that! Let's party!"

"Hey, buddy," Liz interjects, grabbing his arm. "Buzz off! She ain't interested!"

"What're you? Her body guard?"

"Yeah, as a matter of fact, I am. So why don't you fuck off before I bust your knee caps?"

He scoffs, shoving her with his forearm.

"Hey!" you yell, smacking his chest. "Fuck you!" He grabs your hand tightly and you squirm, clawing and pushing him as best you can. "Let me go!"

"Quit being a bitch! I just wanted to dance!"

"Fuck you!"

You kick aimlessly, hitting his shin, and he yells. He grabs your jaw, squeezing your cheeks together, and you dig your nails into his hand. Suddenly, he lets go and you tumble, trying to find your footing again. Hands are on your shoulders, your friends' voices in your ears, and vague grunting ahead of you. You blink a few times, trying to reorient yourself under the disco lights, assessing the scene.

"Guy!"

He was holding the stranger in a headlock, his neck squished against Mohammed's arm, his hands clawing at his bicep. Mohammed wasn't looking at you, instead staring down at the man that practically attacked you, his opposite hand pushing the stranger's neck down into his arm, choking him.

"Guy, let him go! He's gonna pass out!"

He doesn't say anything, doesn't even look at you. You watch the stranger's face bulge, his hands slowing and sagging. You rush to Mohammed, grabbing his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you.

"Mo, you gotta let him go. You'll kill him!"

"He deserves it," he grunts. "He fucking touched you. He could've hurt you."

"Mohammed, I'm fine! Look at me; I'm okay! Please, let him go, he's not worth it. Let's go get the bouncer and get him kicked out."

As you say that, the man goes limp in Mohammed's arm. He lets the stranger go, letting him fall to the ground, and you hear one of your friends scream.

"Oh my god! He killed him!"

"Check his pulse!"

"Oh my god, we're gonna go to jail!"

Mohammed kneels down to the ground, putting two fingers on the man's jugular, the people around you still and quiet.

"He's fine. Just passed out."

You all give a big sigh of relief, your head spinning. Guy gets up, moving to the man's head before leaning down and grabbing the man under his arms, starting to pull him along the dance floor.

"Excuse me, excuse me," he says as he moves through the crowd. You follow him dizzily, apologizing as you move past other patrons. He drags the man to the front of the club, dropping him in front of the bouncer. They're talking when you reach them.

"Please don't kick him out!" you plead when you make your way beside them. "This guy started it! He pushed my friend!"

"Ma'am," the bouncer starts, holding up his hands. "I understand, but we have a no violence policy." He turns to Guy. "I'm sorry, sir, but I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

"What?! You can't make us leave!" Liz yells behind you, stomping forward and pointing a finger at the bouncer. "We have a right to be here! I have a tab open and everything!"

"Ma'am," the bouncer continues, moving her finger away. "If he doesn't comply, I'll have to call security to make him leave."

"Wait, we're leaving?! The fuck happened?" Brittany chimes.

"Yeah, he's the one who almost killed this guy!" Sara yells.

"Look, if you ladies keep causing a scene, you'll all have to leave, okay?" He looks at Guy, motioning towards the door. "You need to leave, sir."

"Hold on!" you yell, holding up a hand. "Lemme get my purse."

Your friends moan and groan in disdain, telling you to stay, not to go, to let Guy leave on his own. You're fueled by alcohol and a slurry of emotions, going back to the table to grab your purse. You say a quick goodbye to Noah and Liam before going back to the front. You grab Guy by the jacket, pulling him to the door as your friends continue to yell behind you.

"Y/N, wait," Guy says when you're out of the club in the cool, quiet air of the night, grabbing your arm to stop you. "Stay. I'll just wait outside until you're ready to go home."

"What?! No, that's not fair! I'm not gonna make you sit out here in the cold while I party with my friends. That's mean to you."

"Y/N," his tone softens, his hands finding your upper arms. "It's fine. I don't want to ruin your night."

You huff, swaying slightly.

"It's fine. You're my boyfriend; I'm not gonna leave you like that."

"Y/N..."

"Y/N!"

You look past Guy, seeing Liz waving, approaching you with Brittany, Sara, and their boyfriends. You tilt your head.

"What're you guys doing out here?"

"We weren't gonna just leave you!" Brittany yells, outstretching her arms for a hug. She embraces you, and you look over her shoulder at everyone.

"You left the club for me?" you ask.

"Uh, duh! Of course we did!" Sara says.

"Their drinks are overpriced anyways," Liz sighs, brushing her hair out of her face. You jut out your lip, hugging Brittany back.

"You guys..."

"Don't worry about it," Brittany says as she pulls away. "There's other clubs out there. We just gotta find another one."

Mohammed clears his throat, making you all look at him. He looks sheepish, guilty, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I apologize for causing a scene. I shouldn't have reacted that way." Liz shrugs.

"You were protecting your girl. I can appreciate that. Just don't kill anybody at the next club we go to."

Guy gives a flat smile, looking away before turning back to the group.

"I have a place we can go to."

"Mohammed, what the hell is this place?!"

Guy glances back at Liz, pulling out some cash to pay the bouncer at the door.

"It's a nightclub. I used to go here a lot more, but I haven't been in a while."

After he pays the bouncer, he lets you inside, past the long line of people outside. You follow Guy into the club, eyes widening as you look around. The club is sleek, modern, dark with golden lights and high ceilings. There's a bar, a dance floor, plenty of tables filled with patrons. You feel like you're in a world light years away from the last club you were at.

"You want a private room?" Guy asks, leaning down towards you.

"What?"

"A private room. A room for privacy."

"Yeah, I get that, but why? Aren't those expensive?"

"It's not a big deal. I've gotten private rooms before. Would you like one or not?"

You blink, looking at your friends.

"Private room, anyone?"

That's how you end up in a room with your own bartender. You look around in wonder as the bartender expertly shakes a drink, throwing around glasses and bottles before catching them, your friends clapping and cheering as he puts on a show. A waitress comes into the room carrying a tray of finger-food, placing it down on the table for you all.

"Mo, this is crazy," you whisper, pulling him down by the sleeve so your lips are near his ear. "This is excessive. I know you feel bad but you didn't have to do all this."

"It's fine," he says, kissing your temple. "Let me spoil you and your friends."

You jump when you hear a pop, seeing Liam with an open champagne bottle, cheering as he filled some glasses.

"This is insane," you whisper again. "How do you have the money for this type of shit?" He shrugs.

"I don't spend a lot of it." He puts an arm around your waist. "Do you want to try some hors d'oeuvres?"

"Not right now..." You tilt your head, feeling like a wave is crashing in your skull. "I still wanna dance."

"Would you like me to watch you and make sure you're okay?"

"No..." You start to tug his jacket off, revealing his chiseled muscles covered in a button-up shirt. "Come dance with me."

You barely register dragging him to the dance floor, but you're there, the music bumping and reverberating your bones. You're bouncing to the music, holding Guy's hands as you do, keeping hold of him when you spin. You can see him smiling at you, and it makes you smile as well. He pulls you towards him, making you crash into his chest.

"Can I touch you?" you hear him say, his voice drowning in the music.

"You better!" you yell back, moving his hands to your waist. You can hear a faint chuckle as you throw your hands over your head, swaying your hips. You can feel large hands move down to hold them, giving a hearty squeeze. You laugh joyously, vaguely hearing your friends yell something at you as they join you on the dance floor. You turn, yelling something unintelligible back as you tumble back into Mohammed's chest, laughing again. His hands are back on your hips, pulling you back into his hips. You're still giggling as you move your hips back against him, your hands reaching behind you to touch his shoulders and his neck.

"You're gorgeous." His lips are next to your ear, his voice so clear over the sound. The lights are dizzying, the alcohol in your system giving you a wonderful high. You should drink some water. You should sober up, but you don't want to. You want to ride this out until you pass out in your bed.

Strong hands smooth over your bare thigh, giving it a squeeze before trailing over your hip and ass. You love the feeling, your soft moan dying with the music. You turn back around, drunkenly grabbing his face and staring at him deep in his eyes.

"You've got nice eyes," you slur before your lips crash against his. He kisses you back, grabbing a handful of your ass and pulling your hips together. You think you feel something hard, but you can't make it out. Maybe you're just drunk.

You wake up to the sun hitting your eyes. When you finally open one eye, you groan, rolling over in bed and covering yourself with your sheets. You bump into something solid, peeking your eyes open to look at what you hit. You inhale sharply, bolting up in bed.

"OH MY GOD!!"

Mohammed gasps and opens his eyes, sitting up.

"What?! What?! What happened?!"

"OH MY GOD, I'M NAKED!!"

"What?" He glances at your form, your arms covering yourself in your bedding before he grunts, laying back down, draping an arm over his eyes. "Yeah, you are."

"WHY AM I NAKED?! ARE YOU NAKED?!"

"No." He kicks off the sheets, revealing his lower half covered in sweatpants. You gulp, glancing around before looking back at him.

"Why are we naked? Did we have sex? Please don't tell me we had sex."

"Why?" He moves his arm to peek at you. "Would you regret it?"

"I don't want our first time together to be when I was drunk!"

He huffs, nodding and yawning.

"We didn't have sex. You wanted to, but we didn't."

"Oh..." You take in a deep breath. "Then why am I naked?"

"You kept saying you were hot and that clothes were too scratchy."

"Why are you in bed with me?"

"Because you insisted." You swallow, running a hand over your face.

"What... what exactly happened?"

"Well, what do you remember?"

"I remember going to this other club and getting a private room and dancing with you." He hums, rolling onto his side, facing you.

"We danced for a while, and then we went back to the room. Your friends starting making out with their boyfriends, and then you wanted to make out, so we did for a little. After a while, we were ready to go home. Liz tried going home with someone but you made her come home with us. Your friends left with their boyfriends and you, me, and Liz came back here. Liz passed out on the couch and you made me come to the bedroom with you. You got naked and were trying to make out with me and kept saying you wanted to have sex, but I said no. Then you started crying and saying you were ugly and unlovable and I kept telling you that I did love you and you said you didn't believe me. I asked you what I could do to make you believe me and you told me to have sex with you, but I still said no, so you told me to fall asleep with you instead. And now it's morning and we're both awake."

You blink a few times before rubbing your eyes. You moan tiredly, flopping back into bed beside him, glancing at him.

"Why didn't you have sex with me?" he scoffs.

"Because you were drunk, Y/N. I'm not going to have sex with you when we've never done it before and you're drunk. Maybe if you want to do it one day we can do it when we're both drunk, but I didn't want to do something like that."

You twist your mouth, humming before looking up at the ceiling.

"That's very noble of you."

"It's basic decency. I would never do that to you." You turn to face him, watching him open an eye to look at you. "You're really pretty in the morning." You groan, rubbing a hand over your face.

"My makeup is probably a mess."

"No, it's not. I helped you take your makeup off last night." You pout.

"Really?" He nods. "Aww, Momo! That's so sweet! You didn't have to do that."

"You were trying to do it yourself so I just ended up helping you."

"You're such a sweetheart." He huffs.

"That's what boyfriends are supposed to do." You wiggle forward until you're nose to nose. He opens his eyes, staring at you before closing the distance, kissing you. You hum, placing your hands on his cheeks, tilting your head and parting your lips. His tongue reaches into your mouth quickly, licking over yours, inching closer. You moan, arms wrapping around his neck. He moves over you, coaxing you to lie on your back, still kissing each other as you scratch at his scalp. He groans, cupping the back of your neck, his other hand creeping over your collarbone, teasing the edge of the bedding covering you. You're about to pull it down when there's a hard knock on the door, making the two of you jump, separating.

"Y/N! Do you remember a 'Becca' from last night? She's texting me asking me if I wanna go on a date and I don't remember her."

You groan softly, rolling your eyes and giving Guy a soft smile. He snickers, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

"Come on. I'll take you guys to brunch."

[ivysos2001]

You still can’t convince me that the whole ‘Steve abandons everyone in the present to go back to Peggy’ thing was a well thought out/well developed ending for his character that made any sense for his post-catfa character arc (let alone all the time travel stuff) bc wdym none of the people who made the movie can figure out the logistics of it??

[hanzajesthanza]

should i change my headcanons based upon “i saw it in a dream”

[heartshapedcreaturefromcriptoon]

Definitely Bored Oranges is definitely a very bad and boring channel and I think what the girlies would've learned from James Somerton by now is that mediocre, ugly men need to keep VIvziepop's pretty girlypop name out of their fuckin' mouths.

[hurtspideyparker]

Part 3 of if Civil War didn't end in divorce and everyone lived together

Part 1 Part 2

-

Mission debrief:

Thor: Don't feel bad Banner, I mean is there anyone at this table who hasn't killed somebody?

Peter: *slowly raises hand*

Natasha: Don't worry you're still young

Peter: 😟

-

Steve: Has anyone seen my shield?

Clint: *points outside*

*Peter, Thor, and Bucky playing frisbee with it*

Steve: I guess I'm not saving those orphans today :/

-

Clint: Tony I said seedless watermelon, are you trying to kill me?

Tony: You're a big boy, you aren't gonna choke

Clint: No but it might... grow

Tony: Oh please don't tell me you still think watermelon seeds grow inside your stomach if you swallow them

Clint:

Pietro: Bro got a licence to kill but still has a Jack and the Beanstock level of education

-

2:34 am

Tony: *leaving Steve's bedroom*

Sam: *leaving Bucky's bedroom*

Tony:

Sam:

Tony: Let's never speak of this?

Sam: Yep.

-

Steve: Tony, you're the smartest person I know. You understand anything you set out to study, your passion is remarkable, innovation beyond anyone on the planet, and an incredible memory

Tony: Thank you thank you

Steve: So why do you STILL NOT CLOSE THE KITCHEN CABINETS

Tony: Uh

Steve: SOME OF US ARE TALL TONY. SOME OF US HAVE BRUISES ON THEIR FOREHEADS BECAUSE OF THIS NEGLIGENCE

-

Tony: Goodnight kid *tucks Peter into bed and kisses his forehead*

*Clint, Vision, Thor, and Dum-E waiting outside the room*

Tony: Oh come on. All of you?

*nodding*

Tony: Vision you don't even sleep. Dum-E I am not kissing you again you gave me chemical burns last time

Dum-E: *lowers head and whirs sadly*

-

Bucky: Don't sit so close to me

Sam: Why, cause I'm black 🤨

Bucky: No because you smell like ass sweat

Sam:

Sam: Why, cause I'm bl-

-

During training:

Natasha: *flips Steve and slams him onto his back*

Peter: Woah! I wanna know how to do that

Natasha: *flips Peter and slams him onto his back*

Natasha: Seems like you already know how

-

Tony: Okay Merida, you and me, darts for a hundred bucks. My suit vs. your freak self

Clint: I'll take that bet

*7 minutes later*

Tony: I have advanced AI targetting technology. SUPER. SUIT. How did I lose?!

Clint: It can do a lot of things Tony but at the end of the day it can't super suck this di-

-

Bucky: Sam's in medical so I'll do the mission debrief with you

Natasha: That was fast, I thought you'd still be coddling your boyfriend the rest of the day

Bucky: What. How do you know about us.

Natasha: I don't, it was a joke...

Bucky:

Natasha:

Bucky: Damn you really are good at interrogation

-

Bruce: I've taken up puzzles as a hobby. It's actually really relaxing

*Box is missing the last piece*

Bruce: *sighs, erases the 61 under the 'Days Without Hulk Incident' sign*

-

Natasha: Kings

Bucky: Go fish. Sevens?

Natasha: Nada. Fives?

Bucky: Shit. Here

Sam: I thought y'all were playing poker, are you for real playing Go Fish?

Natasha: Our pockets got cleaned out so we quit. The poker game is over by Steve

Peter: HAHA SUCK IT OLD MAN, AMERICA JUST WENT BANKRUPT *pulls giant pile of animal crackers to himself*

-

Steve: Do you want to play catch?

Wanda: What?

Steve: Um. Do you want to watch Hannah Montana?

Wanda: I don't even know what you're talking about

Steve: Maybe I could show you how to brush your teeth?

Wanda: Steve you're really scaring me

Steve: The article said to do it together! *shows phone*

Wanda: Are you getting parenting advice from wikihow? Did you even read it or were you just skimming the pictures

Steve: ...Well why'd they put toothbrushing in the photo if it wasn't a good bonding activity?

-

Sam: Why are your titties so bouncy man. Is it to deflect bullets?

Steve: What did you just say about my chest...

Sam: Hey I call em as I see em, and they're staring right at me.

-

Peter: Yo Mr. Stark wanna see a backflip?

Peter: Oh Cap come see my front handsprings

Peter: Natasha watch this aerial cartwheel!

Tony: Why did you tell him you were in the circus. Now that the idea's in his head all he does is jump around and cause noise complaints from downstairs

Clint: C'mon it's cute! He's talented

Bucky: I'm gonna tell him it doesn't count because he has superpowers and that he's a cheat

Tony: But that'll ruin his confidence

Bucky: God I hope so

[zyafics]

GIRL WITHOUT A TAIL | Rafe Cameron

MASTERLIST (Blurb)

Pairing – Rafe x Mermaid!Female Reader

Summary — Rafe seeks Sarah's help about what to do with you.

Word Count — 1.7K

Content — fluff, protective!Rafe, Sarah acting like a bitch, and you acting clueless and afraid of everything except your mate, also suggestive ending. A continuum of this piece!

Dedication — to @nemesyaaa my own little mermaid, and @promiscuousg1rl for reading it first <3.

“She’s a mermaid?”

Rafe’s telling Sarah about his encounter with you. After taking you back to Tannyhill, you confide in the stranger—your mate—that you’re a mermaid. It’s your first time on land, with legs, and why you wobble with each step. But Rafe didn’t believe you.

However, the conviction in your voice had him second-guessing. The way you peer up at him with such innocent, enchanting eyes that blink with such naivety, he wanted to protect you with all the fibers of his being. He felt like he was being sucked into a trance, not thinking straight, that he sought out a secondary opinion.

Well, more like that she forced him to tell her.

Because Sarah didn’t see a helpless woman who needed Rafe’s help. She saw a stranger, walking around the estate, barely wearing any clothes, except for a half-assed outfit strung together from her brother’s closet.

“Have you gone insane?” Sarah snaps at Rafe, her tone dripping with disbelief. “A mermaid? The fairytales Dad used to tell us about when we were kids?”

Rafe feels insane for believing it.

“I know it doesn’t make sense,” Rafe declares, “But that’s what she told me.”

Sarah blows out a stream of air, shaking her head. “Seriously, Rafe. What type of women are you sleeping with?”

“I’m not sleeping with her,”

“Yeah, because being naked is a default setting,”

“I found her like that,” Rafe hisses at his sister. “She was at the beach, naked, with these fuckin’ seashells as a bra. What else do I suspect?”

“Not a mermaid,” Sarah insists, as if it was the most normal response. She glances towards Rafe’s bedroom, where you stay, and sighs. “Have you asked her where she’s from?”

“The ocean,”

Sarah glares. “Not funny.”

“That’s what she told me,” Rafe declares.

Sarah shakes her head again as if she can’t believe her brother would believe in such nonsense. “Alright, I’ll do it. I guess men can’t do shit,” Sarah announces, grabbing Rafe’s arm and hauling him back to his bedroom.

You stand near the corner of his desk, going through everything of his. All family portraits hung behind glass, all his trinkets he found from scouting the beaches, all the golden rings he wears, and the expensive colognes he sets to the side. Your fingers trace each and every curve, feeling the magnitude of each touch, without the presence of water, in a way that allows you to feel each edge. You don’t even notice Sarah and Rafe’s return until someone clears their throat.

Turning around, you spot your mate beside another woman, her hand wrapped around his wrist. Your brows furrow together, full, pouty lips pull to a subtle frown, unsure of what to make of it. Back in Atlantis, no partners would be so shameless to be seen with another mermaid. For Rafe to do so, strikes your chest.

Rafe must’ve picked it up. Somehow, he understood the look behind your eyes, the way you scrutinize his sister’s touch. “This is Sarah, my sister.”

All concern drops, and you grin. “Hi, Sarah!”

“Hi,” She drawls sardonically. “My gullible brother is telling me you’re a mermaid,"

Rafe wants to nudge Sarah in the ribcage. But, you didn’t seem to acknowledge the insult, nodding your head diligently, as if you were answering an average question. “Yes.”

Sarah squints her eyes at you. “A mermaid with no tail,” she boasts suspiciously, but you don’t see it as that.

“Yes,” you answer again, your tone indicating causality as if this concept isn’t hard to grasp.

“So a human,” Sarah concludes, drawing back to the board, just as Rafe done before.

“No,” you make a sound of frustration; you went through a similar conversation with Rafe before, and you feel something tense bubbling in your throat. You attempt to walk towards them, to explain further, but you lost your footing. However, Rafe easily appears by your side and catches you.

“Alright, Bambi, slow down,” he murmurs into your freshly-dried hair; soft, voluminous, laced with the sweet smell of the sea. You peer up at him, doe-shaped eyes with complete and total vulnerability, as if you trust him.

“She certainly got the walk down,” Sarah comments and Rafe lifts his gaze to glare at his sister. You shiver under his embrace, and for some reason, Rafe recognizes it’s because of Sarah.

She’s making you uncomfortable and targeted like you can’t seem to grasp that. Rafe can’t explain how he knows this—how he feels it—but he does. You’re frustrated, and a little hurt, and it’s vibrating off of your body like a shaken leaf.

“Stop interrogating her,” Rafe snaps, defensive of you.

“You asked for my opinion,”

“An opinion, not to be a bitch,” he declares, his other arm wraps protectively over your waist, drawing you closer to him. You revel in the feeling of his warmth, nuzzling against his chest to find comfort.

Sarah rolls her eyes; somehow, she recognizes that you got her brother under a spell. “So what happens now?”

Rafe doesn’t know. He’s trying to figure out the pieces and combine mythology with reality, but nothing makes sense. If he takes your words at face value, that means there’s a reason for your presence, rather than a simple encounter. He plans to take a trip to Ward’s office, to look through his treasured collection of sailor’s stories, and figure out a solution from there.

But there’s also another problem: you.

You and your nakedness.

“Can you do me a favor and take her shopping?” Rafe asks.

“Shopping?” Sarah repeats. “For clothes?”

“No, for a ring,” Rafe replies sardonically. “Yes, for fuckin’ clothes. She didn’t have anything, she barely fits into me, and I doubt you’re the type to share.”

Sarah hums, confirming the last comment.

When Rafe turns back to you, in his arms, his expression softens, his voice layered with a sweetness no one ever had the privilege of hearing before. “We’re going to get you some clothes.”

“Clothes?” You repeat, brows wrinkling together at the foreign concept. “Human clothes?” You pick at Rafe’s shirt, running your fingers across the soft fabric.

He nods. “Clothes.”

You beam at this new exploration; this new human concept that you’ve never had before. You try to stand on your own feet, nearly falling, before finding ground. Sarah approaches you and gently grabs your hand, pulling you towards the door—slowly, cautiously to not lose your footing—but, a few steps in, you resist.

Rafe isn’t following you. He’s abandoning you to a strange woman, a strange companion you don’t completely trust in.

You turn back to Rafe, expression full of panic.

“You’re not coming?” You ask, your voice sultry and soft, as if you can’t seem to distinguish between captivation and causality.

Rafe shakes his head, but his heart aches at the look on your face. “I have work to do.”

You frown. You don’t know if you want to go now either, especially without your mate. But his sister tugs on your arm, and despite her tight grip, you resist.

“Sarah’s my sister,” Rafe explains again, hoping to calm the fear in your eyes. “She’ll keep you safe.”

You hesitate, turning back to Sarah, expecting to find the sardonic, humorless look on her face. But all hostility originally boasted has depleted, and she glosses over with a tender look, almost keeping to the promise of what her brother preaches.

Reluctantly, you nod, and follow Sarah out of Rafe’s bedroom, out of the sanction, and away into the open world.

A few hours later, Rafe’s at the kitchen island, going through old scripts. He’s searching through old maps, and old journal entries, to find any clues about your sudden presence at Kildare. His focus tunes everything out—until the noise of you tripping upon return causes him to lift his gaze.

What he sees takes his breath away.

You’re in the most gorgeous, detailed dress; layered with this blue iridescent color that makes you look like a fantasy. It accentuates every curve on your body, strategically revealing tantalizing skin, and boosts this wave of etherealness.

Rafe can’t seem to look away.

Sarah falls in line beside the counter, her arms leaning against the island, noticing the way you caught her brother in a trance.

“Your little mermaid eats fish,” Sarah declares, causing him to snap out of his state.

He turns to her. “What?”

“I mean, for a mermaid, she can eat fish; for some reason, I assumed they only ate kelp,” she chuckles to herself. Rafe realizes that Sarah took you out to lunch, at some restaurant downtown. “If it helps, she’s also very knowledgeable about the sea. Kept going on tangents about different species, how they interact in the ocean, and even challenged a couple of jewelry stores about their pearls. I was almost convinced she’s a real mermaid.”

Rafe doesn’t say anything, his sister’s voice slowly slipping into the background when his gaze returns back to you.

You’re twirling in your dress, catching your footing, and losing it in the same breath, while laughing at the way the fabric spins around you. A melodic, siren-song laugh that sounds enchanting.

“What?” Sarah asks, noting his brother’s lack of response. She follows his line of vision. “You don’t like the dress?”

Rafe swallows, feeling something thick in his throat, before rubbing his jaw. He forces himself to snap out of it—again—before turning back to his sister. The lure to return back to you is hard to resist. “You couldn’t have found something less… form-fitting?”

Sarah scoffs. She can’t believe Rafe’s complaining. “You should be glad I got her into something at all,” she declares. “For a mermaid who’s so fascinated with human customs, she truly does not respect any of it.”

“What do you mean?”

Rafe returns back to you, and the way you find your space in his living room, while Sarah lowers herself to her brother’s level, meeting the shell of his ear, as if she’s trading a secret.

“She’s not wearing any panties.”

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[snow-snowball]

𓆩❤︎𓆪 Nice ass, bro! 𓆩❤︎𓆪

You slapped his ass and complimented him.

characters: Sylus; Xavier; Zayne; Rafayel.

a/n: English is not my first language, so I apologise for any mistakes.

Sylus:

• Honestly, he expected something like this from you.

• So when you smacked him on his nice backside, Sylus merely raised an eyebrow.

• “Are you serious? Are you that bored, kitten?”

• “You have such a lovely butt, darling! I couldn’t just walk past it!”

• He simply grabbed your wrist and pulled you closer.

• “And what if I do this?” His hand began to slide from your waist down to your rear. “Hmm, I won’t stop, you know that, right?” Sylus lowered his head onto your shoulder. You felt a slight sting from his bite, followed by his slippery tongue licking the spot he had just bitten.

• “Sylus—I—I was just joking!”

• “Joking, you say?” The man straightened up and put on a pensive look, then suddenly his ruby eyes sparkled with mischief as he lifted you by your thighs. “Well, it seems the joke has spiraled out of control.” In a swift motion, he threw you over his shoulder and playfully smacked your ass, striding toward your bedroom. “Kieran, Luke, I’ll be busy for a couple of hours, so put your work on hold.” Sylus waved his free hand dismissively at his subordinates, who chuckled at the scene, before disappearing with you.

Xavier:

• Xavier lay on the couch with his eyes closed.

• You knew perfectly well that he wasn’t actually asleep; he was just pretending. That’s why you tiptoed closer to him.

• The Hunter had heard you long ago but continued to feign sleep. He was curious about what you were planning to do.

• Noticing his eyelashes fluttering slightly, you raised your fist to your mouth, stifling an impending laugh. Once you reached him, you were greeted with a stunning view of his backside, snugly wrapped in light blue jeans. You let out a whistle, momentarily forgetting your purpose. Gathering your composure, you playfully smacked his firm rear, the sound of your playful slap echoing through the room.

• Xavier propped himself up and looked at you with a puzzled expression. “Why did you do that?”

• “Great butt, darling!” you exclaimed, raising your finger triumphantly with a bright smile.

• The hunter sat there for a while, resting his chin on his thumb, deep in thought. “Alright then, I guess I’ll...” He suddenly pulled you close, settling you on his lap as his hands went straight to your hips, squeezing them and making you gasp. “Your ass is way better than mine. Mind if I chill like this for a bit?” He leaned his head to the side and gave you an innocent puppy-dog look—classic forbidden move.

Zayne:

• The man sat in the armchair, engrossed in a medical book. He was too absorbed to notice when you came home.

• You felt a twinge of worry that your husband hadn’t greeted you. But upon finding him reading in the living room, you crossed your arms and gave him a slightly displeased look. He still didn’t pay you any mind. With a sigh, you approached him, placing your hand on the book to close it and then letting it fall to your side.

• Slightly startled, Zane glanced at you and immediately stood up to embrace you. “I’m so sorry, darling; I lost track of time.”

• “It’s fine; I guess the book is more important than your wife!”

• “Don’t say that…” He looked at you seriously, taking your warm hands in his cool ones. “You will always come first to me.” The doctor held you gently, as if afraid to chase you away. He caressed your back with his large hands, burying his nose in your hair and kissing the top of your head.

• You couldn’t stay mad at him for long and wrapped your arms around him in return. You stood that way for a few minutes until your hands slid down, squeezing your husband’s toned behind and playfully tapping his firm thighs. “Wow! Dr. Zane, you’ve a nice ass!”

• The man let out a weary sigh; this wasn’t the first time you had done this. “As you wish, my dear.”

Rafayel:

• He was painting in his studio as usual, inspiration pouring out of him like a raging river. The masks were bold, and the colors were alive and vibrant.

• All would be well, except Rafayel kept getting paint smeared all over his backside.

• You quietly slipped into his room and froze at the doorway. His gorgeous ass was wrapped in tight pants, with paint smudges dotting the surface, and oh my, it bounced so enticingly with his movements.

• You spotted a small tube of paint and, seizing the opportunity, squeezed some onto your palm. Sneaking up behind him, you delivered a playful smack to his ass, causing him to jump in surprise. Raphael inadvertently jolted his hand, ruining what could have been a masterpiece.

• “What the hell?! You! You! Are you out of your mind?!”

• “I gotta say, this painting is just killer.” You pointed at his backside playfully. “The imprint of my hand fits perfectly into it!”

• The artist turned his head and noticed the marks your hands had left on his pants. Frowning, he turned away from you, arms crossed over his chest.

• “Did I hurt your feelings?” You stepped closer, wrapping your arms around him from behind. Your paint-splattered hands slipped beneath his shirt. “What a bummer, though! I still have some touches left to add—Ouch!”

• He suddenly spun around, pushing you back against his desk and looming over you. “Looks like you’ve taken it too far, Miss Artist.” He dipped his fingers into bright red paint, smirking as he locked eyes with you. “Now it’s my turn to create.”

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[p0ckykiss]

just a few kisses - jay

summary -> it turns out jay is an affectionate drunk (and a bit cheesy)

-> female reader x jay, fluff, established relationship, jay is obsessed with y/n's ass, suggestive, mentions of sexual activity

“can’t we leave already?” your friend complained trying to stretch her aching back. you and your friends (with your boyfriend jay) were at the new year’s after party, your friend group was huddled into a corner, too exhausted to mingle with the other guests.

“just half an hour more,” you tried to comfort your friend, while your eyes scanned the crowd. you hadn’t seen jay in a while, and you were starting to grow restless.

suddenly you felt a body come in contact with your back and a hot breath fanning over your neck. from the way your friend was jokingly rolling her eyes and turning her head away, you guessed the person behind you had to be jay. you were about to turn around to confirm this when jay opened his mouth.

“your ass looks so hot in this dress baby?” you spluttered and almost choked on the champagne you had been sipping for the past fifteen minutes. you coughed a few times before whipping around to stare at your boyfriend, scandalized. jay giggled at the look on your face and wrapped his hands around your waist, pulling you in.

“how much have you had to drink?” you questioned after getting over your initial shock. this was a side of jay you rarely got to see in public. sure, he was the cuddly when you were alone at your apartment, but whenever you were out and about, the pda was kept to the minimum.

“not that much, actually,” jay chuckled before surprising you even further and starting to pepper your face with soft kisses. a giggle bubbled up from between your lips.

“baby, there are people here!” you laughed and tried to push his face away. it took a few tries but eventually jay surrendered and settled for just looking at you, caressing your neck.

“well,” you mused after a while of just standing there with a small smile on your lips, tracing patterns onto jay's chest, “how are you feeling right now?”

jay slowly slided his hands down your backside, settling them on your ass. you looked up at him and raised your eyebrows.

“pretty amazing,” jay smirked and gave your ass a light squeeze. you snorted at that and slapped jay lightly on his arm. jay's smirk only widened as he leaned in closer to your ear.

“y/n,” he whispered, “i wanna eat you out.”

a shiver ran through you as you closed your eyes and bit your lip. you wouldn’t deny that the offer was very tempting, especially because lately your work schedules had been so hectic you used every bit of free time to just catch up on sleep, but nothing would change the fact that you were in public and leaving the party soon.

“jay, you know we can’t.”

jay whined and went back to nosing your jawline, stopping occasionally to press a small kiss to your face. you exhaled slowly, gathering all your willpower to push jay gently away from you. jay gave in and pulled his face away but tightened his grip around your waist.

“i didn’t even get my new year’s kiss yet, can i at least get that,” jay started pouting and tried to emphasize his unhappiness by stomping his foot, which only resulted in him losing his balance and almost falling and pulling you with him. you couldn’t help but grin at the sight. you glanced quickly at your friends over jay's shoulder. no one was paying you any attention.

“alright, just come with me”, you said in a hushed tone, grabbing jay's wrist from behind your back and starting to lead him through the crowds. jay didn’t question you, only followed you pliantly for a few minutes before you reached a secluded corridor. you quickly scanned your surroundings before turning to jay.

“just a few kisses, okay? we don’t have much time, we’re leaving soon,” you reminded jay while pulling him closer from the collar of his shirt. a sly smirk overtook jay's face.

“sure, baby,” he said before pressing you into the nearest wall. it became quite obvious to you in the next seconds that this was not about to be just a few kisses.

[no-144444]

first dinners- o.piastri

summary: being jack wolff's nanny is a pretty sick gig... only when your boss (/ father figure) isn't trying to interrogate your new boyfriend.

pairing: oscar piastri x fem! reader

part one | part two | part three

smut so mdni pls! 18+

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Las Vegas rolled around and you two had been texting back and forth and had even gotten a coffee together. He really liked you. You really liked him. As the paddock filled with people, and all eyes were on the battle between Norris and Verstappen, Oscar sneaking glances at the Mercedes garage went almost unnoticed by the media. He won the race with a 20 second gap from his adoptive father, with both Lando and Max having their races ruined by an accidental oversteer on Max’s end meaning that Lando was down in P5 after having to get his front wing replaced, while Max got taken out by the damage, meaning the championship battle was technically still on.

Oscar finally found you as you stood beside Jack, watching as George lifted his trophy. Oscar sent you a wink to which you smiled and waved, taking some sweet photos of him being celebrated. 

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When he texted you to come to his hotel room, never did he ever think you’d be sucking his dick as a congratulations. For being a virgin, you were mentally experienced, or something. There he sat, on the bed, your head between his legs as his brain short-circuited at the way you were sucking him off. 

“Fuck,” he grunted, desperately trying to keep his hands to himself as he slowly lost control of his body. The mix of your mouth around his cock, the sound of you actually gagging on him, and your nails digging into his thigh made him want to cum right then and there, but he held off as long as he could, not wanting to end the night prematurely. “I’m gonna-fuck- I’m gonna-!”

And he came in your mouth. And you swallowed it. He looked down at you, a sultry smirk on your lips and he could’ve cum again. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

You giggled. “Is that because I just sucked your dick?”

“N-no! I mean-” he stopped talking because you started laughing again.

“I’m kidding,” you smiled. “Thank you Oscar.”

He smiled, then pressed his lips to yours, pulling you closer to him. “Can I eat you out?” he mumbled between kisses. 

You were taken aback, someone so shy and reserved happily asking you something so crude out of nowhere. “Y-yeah.”

“Yeah?” he looked at you through hooded eyes. 

“Yeah.” 

“Fucking beautiful,” he smirked, lifting you up easily as he lay back (for someone so skinny, he really was strong) and sat you straddling his face. “Y’gonna ride my face?” His hands gripped onto your ass, almost bruising as you whimpered at his nose meeting with your clit. 

You didn’t answer, much too shocked and excited to speak. 

He slapped your ass and it made you lurch forward, grinding against his nose. You moaned out. “Yes! Y-yes Osc!”

“Good girl,” he smirked, and then dove in. 

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When you woke up with his arms around you and a sore but satisfied feeling between your legs, you smiled. 

“Morning baby,” he smiled, noticing how you were finally opening your eyes. 

“Hey,” you grinned, stretching. 

“I hope you don’t think I called you here last night just to have sex with you, I really like you and I have for a long time and-” 

“Oscar, I’m the one that asked to suck your dick, you’re the one who asked me to sit on your face, we both knew what we were doing.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, I guess,” he took a deep breath. “So can I be your boyfriend?”

You smiled. “Yeah, you can.”

He pressed his lips to yours again.

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Was Oscar scared for his life while outside of the McLaren Motorhome in the Qatar paddock? Yes, very much so. Was he even more scared when George texted him, asking him to dinner with Toto, Susie, Jack, you, Lewis, and him? Yes, very much so. 

He was terrified as he walked into the restaurant, a bunch of flowers in his hand, and his shirt was ironed. Oscar Jack Piastri had ironed his shirt. His mom would’ve been proud. When he saw Toto at a table for two, his face fell deeper into an expression of misery, and he somehow stopped himself from turning tail and running. 

“Oscar!” Toto cheered, smiling like the Cheshire cat. “Come sit!”

He was being overly nice, but it was better than the other option, total and utter intimidation. “Hi Toto.”

He sat across from him, shaking his hand and placing the flowers beside him. 

“The others will be here in a while,” Toto explained. “I just wanted to chat to you one on one. Congratulations on your win, by the way.” 

Oscar nodded. “Thank you.”

“What are your intentions with Y/n?” 

Oh. Straight into it. 

“Date her?” he answered hesitantly. Toto sighed. Bad answer. 

“Y/n is a very special person, in a lot of people’s lives. I don’t want to see you hurting her because-”

“Oh my god! Toto! What the fu-hell are you doing?” you questioned, rushing over to the two of them. Oscar sighed in relief, glad that you were here to save him from Toto’s torment. “I knew you would pull something like this!”

“Ich stelle ein paar Fragen, das ist alles!” (I’m just asking some questions, that’s all) he huffed, getting up. “Es ist kein Problem, ja?” (It’s no problem, yes?) he looked at a very confused Oscar who just stood and nodded. “See! It’s fine!” 

“Toto, just let me live my own life, thank you very much. Also, I’ve known Oscar for much longer than you, and I can pick who I want to date, thank you very much,” you scoffed. You grabbed ahold of Oscar’s arm and he smiled, handing you the flowers he got you. 

“You look gorgeous,” he whispered as you two watched Susie and Toto arguing over his over-protective tendencies, with George and Lewis joining in when they arrived. 

“Thanks,” you smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “I can’t believe you ironed your shirt.”

He chuckled. “Thought I’d try to make a good impression.”

“Well, Toto thinks you’re a great driver, and Susie likes you mum. Good impression made.” 

He beamed at you as you chatted with Jack (who was holding your other hand) and made jokes about the situation at hand. 

When the 7 of you finally sat at your table and the arguing stopped, pleasant conversation flowed, but then George and Lewis had their turn at interrogating Oscar.

"What's her favourite colour?" George asked.

Oscar smiled. "She doesn't have one."

"Favourite flower?" Lewis questioned.

Oscar just pointed to the bouquet of your favourite flowers he'd gotten you earlier.

"Favourite F1 driver?"

The entire table chuckled at that.

"Are we going legacy or current?" Oscar asked.

"Legacy, then current," George decided.

"Legacy; Rosberg, current, Hamilton," he smirked and the two men applauded.

"Right, good enough for me," George announced.

"If you hurt her, I'll push you off the track," Lewis smiled dangerously as he shook his hand.

"Gosh I'm so glad we live in the 1800s," you scoffed, teasing the men. They just rolled their eyes as Susie and Jack laughed at your joke.

When the end night concluded after one too many embarrassing stories about you, you walked out with Oscar’s hand in your left, and Jack’s in your right. 

“Oscar,” Jack’s small voice rang out over the voices of the other people in the group. Oscar stopped and crouched down to hear him, and you snapped a quick photo, quickly putting it in your favourites. Your two boys. “I really like you, and Y/n really likes you. Please don’t make her sad.” 

Oscar’s heart swelled at his words, getting acknowledgement from Jack? The highest honour. He nodded, smiling. “I’d never dream of it.”

Jack’s lips broke out into a smile. “Good!” and he skipped ahead and took your hand once more, Oscar following suit. 

This really was the start of something great.

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navigation for my blog :) (masterlist)

[capricornlevi]

(nsfw, mdni)

toji is many things, but he's not a romantic -- and he's never claimed to be such a thing. he told you as much the night you met, a mere thirty minutes before you both fumbled your way inside your apartment and he went down on you on your tiny ikea loveseat.

you were fine with it, truthfully. you work eighty hour weeks and don't have time for a consistent sleep schedule, much less a boyfriend, and so this arrangement is honestly the best thing you could've asked for.

when you have an evening free and you're not in the mood to spend it alone, you just send him a text about ten words long. then, toji replies with an even shorter answer, and within the hour, you're grinding on his thick muscular thighs like your life depends on it.

so it confuses you when toji starts to assume the doggy position during hookups -- only doggy, and nothing else -- fucking you from behind as if to avoid meeting your eye. he never initiates a kiss, letting you take the lead in that regard. he even cuts the pre-sex smalltalk short, offering monosyllabic answers, if any at all, to your polite and friendly questions.

is he ... mad at you? you've never even shared a full conversation, so you're not sure you've even done anything to anger him.

but tonight, with toji's hips pressed flat against your ass as his thrusts start to become messy and uneven, he lets his inner thoughts slip.

"so fuckin' pretty, you know that?" he mumbles, each syllable laden with a lust you've never heard before. "so pretty it pisses me off, fucks with my head a bit ... in a good way, i guess. makes me fuckin' finish too quick, though, y'know that?"

a particularly deep thrust has you gasping into your pillow. when your breathing evens back out, you decide to call his bluff; peering over your shoulder, you see him looking at you with a gaze so reverent it tells you he's being truthful.

"even just talkin' to you, seein' you when i walk in ... it gets me so hard that it fuckin' hurts. i get hard just thinkin' about this ..." he trails off, shaking his head as if disbelieving. he keeps fucking you, keeps his firm grip on your hips as he pulls you back up onto him, but it's as if his facade his cracking, his internal monologue spilling out. "you call and i come runnin', at your beck and call, but i wouldn't change a goddamn thing," another pause for him to groan against gritted teeth, "...think i might be fucked ... think i want this more than --"

snapping back into his senses, he trails off and picks up his pace; it's not long before his name is spilling from your lips as you tip over the edge, and his front cracks again as he finishes deep inside.

"so, so, so good for me. just fuckin' perfect for me. want to make you m -- want to do this forever, fuckin' you like you deserved to be fucked."

his movements slow and, just as your heartrate returns to normal, you hear him once again, far clearer, more lucid and intelligible this time:

"so fuckin' perfect for me."

[ravenslvt]

☆ ryomen sukuna x f!reader ☆

cw: college au! smut! rough! degration! drabble

first thing you thought when you saw this man:

‘oh. i wanna fuck him.’

the way he acted like he absolutely hated you, always hiding a smirk when he caught you staring at him. his arms, his face, his muscles, his fucking tattoos.

“jesus. stop staring at him like that.” megumi would groan at the sight of you oogling the man. you’d blink up at him. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

your mind went crazy at night thinking about him. picturing him relentlessly pounding into you until you’re crying. a strong hand around your little throat.

don’t get started on his voice. the way he’d casually degrade you made your legs quiver.

“what the fuck are you looking at?”

the way you’d go over to him and yuji’s shared apartment just to hear him go “why the fuck is this bitch here?”

oh you loved it. and he knew it too.

that’s why when you stayed on yuji’s couch after a night of drinking, you casually thumbed at your phone, sending drunken misspelled texts to your friends.

‘hed so ficking hot giys’

‘seroudly i bet his duck is huuuuge’

your insistent typing got interrupted by a sudden groan behind you.

“why the fuck are you here?” sukuna stood behind the couch, looking over your shoulder. you quickly shut your phone off, turning to him.

your eyes almost popped out of your head at the sight of his shirtless chest.

you hadn’t even changed out of your bar clothes yet, still in a short little skirt and a low cut top. you don’t miss the way his eyes drop to your attire.

“dressed like a slut too. are you begging to be fucked or something?” he scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. your cheeks heat, looking away from him.

“no… just didn’t bring extra clothes” your thighs clench together to calm the heat from down there.

he hums, walking to the fridge for some water.

“and i’m not a slut!” you work up the courage stand, to practically yell at him, despite how weak your voice sounded. this makes him turn around.

“really? you sure look the part.” he chuckles.

“fuck you.” you spit out at him, making him smirk.

“you’d love that, wouldn’t you?” he quirks his head, eyes raking over your now standing form. the way your skirt hiked up just above your thighs.

okay, you were fucked.

“fuck! s’too much.” you mewl into the cushion of the couch, sukuna’s big veiny cock pounding into your tight little cunt. his hands gripping tightly at your hips, his pelvis meeting your ass with a loud clap at every thrust.

“you wanted this, didn’t you?” he laughs at your cries, his tip kissing your cervix every time he enters you, fucking you from behind.

he leans closer to your ear, his consistent deep trusts along with your moans were the only thing that filled the silence of the living room.

“runnin’ that fucking mouth and can’t even take dick.” he growls, grabbing your wrists and pulling you back to bring your bare back against his chest. you were covered in a thin layer of sweat, panting, all while he still had his full stamina, fucking into you ruthlessly.

you were embarrassed by the sheer wetness of your cunt, how the squelching noises proved how insanely bad you wanted him.

you whine when he lets go of your wrists, bringing his free hand to your throat, pressing you against him. using his other arm to wrap around your middle to hold you in place while he pumps into you.

“s’kuna!” you cry out, tits bouncing with every thrust. it was borderline painful the pace he was fucking you, but you loved it. you craved it. you spent countless nights fucking your little fingers imagining it was him.

“your pussy’s suckin’ me in like a fuckin' slut. thought you said you weren’t one? guess you’re a liar too.” he chuckles, hand tightening around your neck, partially cutting off your airflow. your hands go to reach behind you to tug at his hair, but he stops you.

“don’t fucking touch me.” he seethes, your cunt uncontrollably squeezing around him from the degration, making him groan and roll his head back.

“fuckk, you like that don’t you? so pathetic. suckin’ me in so well, though.” he grunts out between each thrust. you were so close, and he could sense it.

“g’nna cum.” you whine, hands gripping the edge of the couch.

“no, you’re fucking not.” he lets go of you, your upper body falling back onto the cushion below. you let out an exasperated scream when he suddenly pulls out of you completely. you crane your head back as far as you could to look back at him. he just has a smug ass smirk on his face.

“want you to beg for it.”

your mouth falls agape for a moment, but immediately closes.

“p-please, wanna cum so bad!” you try grinding back into him, but he holds you steady.

“surely you can do better than that, baby” his hand comes down to place a firm smack on your ass, making your eyes squint closed for a moment. you huff, pouting up at him.

“need your cock so badly, sukuna! p-please let me cum i need it!” you pathetically plead. you could feel the way you clenched around absolutely nothing, missing the presence of him inside of you.

“that’s more like it.” he quickly presses the fat head of his cock to your entrance, slowly easing in, stretching you out all over again.

“my own personal slut" he groans, feeling you clench around him.

his pace is even more brutal than before, his dick easily finding your sweet spot and hitting it over and over until you were practically drooling on the couch. his eyes glued to where you two meet, a ring of white around his cock.

your nails dig into the cushions below you, heat pooling in your lower abdomen. you were probably tearing the poor fabric apart at this point.

his fingers grip at your hips, pushing you up and down his cock. you were sure he was holding you so tight there will be bruises the next day.

suddenly his pace gets faster and sloppier, his cock pulsing inside of you. you bite your lip to prevent yourself from screaming out, feeling blood bloom from where your teeth meet your lip.

“gonna let me cum inside? be my little fuck toy i can do anything i please with?” he pants out, groaning at the way you clench around him.

“yes! yes, please do! o-oh my god!” your vision goes hazy as you cum around him, milking his cock fully as he follows suit, pumping his cum deep inside your weeping cunt.

you were pretty sure you blacked out for a second.

you collapse on your shaky arms, trying to move away from his unending thrusts. he pulls you back with a growl.

“the fuck are you going? we’re not done.” he starts back up again.

masterlist

[fakebwitch]

need a part two of the panties in the car where he comes home and confronts y/n and she’s all like huhhh? 👀🤭

rafe punish you after finding your panties in his car [rafe x fem!reader]

part one

a/n: ookayyy i just had to write about this cause i can imagine her being so clueless about it while he's been going crazy all day, and then ofc he’s going to punish her. thank you for giving me this inspo, hope you’ll enjoy it!!!

warnings: nswf contents, begging, oral, pnv, praising, spanking, chocking, dirty language.

throughout the rest of the day rafe's head was elsewhere. during the meeting he was distracted all the time, muttering a few "mhm" now and then and a few nods, staring at a fixed point while his head kept thinking about you. when the meeting was finally over over, rafe stood up quickly almost running as he left the office.

the drive home was not very smooth, cursing all the red lights that kept him away from you. arriving at your house he absentmindedly parked the car, hurrying to get out of it, he inserted the keys in the lock opening the door, as he expected you were not there waiting for him, he knew it was all part of your plan. passing through the living room he saw you were not even there, he sighed as he walked up the stairs leading to your room, his cock twitching in his pants, eager to be inside you.

he walked into your room, the door was open, and he saw you. you were lying on the bed on your stomach, your phone in your hands scrolling on tiktok while your feet were up, swinging from side to side to the beat of the song. his eyes fell on your thighs, the plump of your ass visible to his eyes because of the little skirt.

“hey” he said, short but etched. you turned your head toward him, a smile grew on your face as your eyes softened, “hi baby” you said turning your back, supporting you with your elbows, his face didn't look very enthusiastic.

just as you were about to ask him how the day went, he interrupted you. “what was that about?” he asked, approaching you, taking a few steps closer to the bed, his voice low almost threatening and for a second you forgot about the little surprise you had left in his car the previous day.

“what?” you answered naively as you looked down at him, blinking your long lashes. “don't fucking act dumb, why the fuck where your panties in my car?” he said much more pissed off this time, no longer able to contain himself, his knees were now touching the bed and your view was perfectly aligned with his cock.

“oh- umh they were simply a little itchy so I decided to take them off, I guess I forgot about them...” you replied shrugging as you looked around, in his eyes you were clearly teasing him.

as much as he hated it, your attitude only hardened his cock, he sighed again as he ran a hand over his face. “you wanna know what else is itchy? my fucking dick from the moment that i get in the car this morning to the whole fucking day,” he confessed as he pointed his finger at you, you couldn't help but bite your lip as you felt your pussy clench around nothing, hearing the kind of effect you had on him just with your panties.

“sit your ass here” he said as he sat down on the bed, patting his tight. you watched him for a few seconds, you knew what he had in mind at that moment, “fucking move” he said irritably, pulling you toward him by the ankle. you settled so that your belly was in contact with his thighs, your ass in full view for his eyes.

he lifted your skirt all the way up, almost drooling as he looked down at your ass hugged by pink panties. your hands were already clutching the fabric of the sheets underneath you, closing your eyes waiting for rafe to hit you. he groped your ass for a few seconds, squeezing the soft skin in his big hands, and then suddenly a slap, you squinted as your teeth dug into your lips.

“count for me doll” he told you almost in a whisper, his deep, rough voice almost made you moan, “one” you said as his other hand moved on the low of your back, making sure to held you back in your seat. his hand squeezed the fat of your thighs, just below your ass, “thought it could've been a good idea to put your panties in the car uh? always find a way to get me mad” he said, in the process another slap landed on your ass, he looked carefully at the way your ass jiggled, the halo of his hand mark barely visible.

“two” you said squeezing the fabric tighter.

he massaged the newly affected area, slightly alleviating the pain, “got me jerkin off like a fucking kid, that's what you wanted don't you?” he confessed to you as his hand hit your ass again, you hissed pressing your head into the soft sheets, the pain you just felt mixed with your throbbing clit, the idea of him jerking off on you using your panties and the fact that right now his hard cock was right under your pussy, wasn't helping at all.

“three” you said, your voice muffled by the sheets.

he kept complaining as two hard slaps hit you, your skin now marked by the imprint of his hands, “shit” you let slip, feeling your skin burn as your vision blurred. he grabbed the newly affected skin tightly, “ouch rafe-” you whimpered through clenched teeth trying to get up, but the hand he had on your back slammed you back down on the bed, your face met the soft fabric again as a tear ran down your cheeks, once it reached your lips you licked it, savoring the salty taste.

“nah you're not running, you're gonna take it all” he said grabbing your hair, pushing your head back, the perfect opportunity for another slap. “rafeee... it hurts” you whined clinging to the sheets, you didn't remember it hurting so much.

“shh it's alright baby, you're taking it sooo good” he praised you, his voice low and deep, his palm stroking your irritated skin.

“how many is that?”

“6” you replied, another tear streaked your face. “only four more baby, you can do that right?” he said almost teasing you, letting go of his grip on your hair, bringing his hand back to your back.

“yes.”

when he got to the tenth he decided it was enough, his hand now gently massaging the soft skin of your ass trying to ease the pain, your cheeks streaked with salty tears as you felt your skin burn, the imprint of his hand well scanned on your ass. he helped you up, you sat up on your knees finally meeting his gaze. your mascara slightly smudged from the way your face was splattered against the sheets, your cheeks flushed, your hair messy and your lips swollen from how hard you were biting them, his cock hardened at the sight of how perfect you looked.

one last remaining tear slid down your entire cheek ending up under your chin, rafe was quick to brush it away with his thumb as his hand gently came in contact with your neck, “shh baby it's all over” he shushed you, pushing your face to his as your lips finally collided with his.

the kiss quickly became more intense, your hands on the nape of his neck pushing him toward you as his hand groped your tits violently from above your top. a small moan escaped him as you brought your hand down toward his polo shirt, letting him know that he should take it off, he was more than happy to oblige by slipping it off and tossing it somewhere in the room.

you resumed the kiss as your hand wandered over his toned pecs, moving down to his abs, you heard small sounds leave his lips as your delicate fingers brushed against his skin. you traced his happy trail going down a little further, grabbing his cock through his pants, he let out a choked moan breaking the kiss. he took your hand and moved it away, "y’want it that bad, isn't that right?" he mocked you, you nodded quickly, his hand still tight on your wrist with a small grin, "lie down."

you did as he said, you lay down opening your legs so he could settle between them, a small whimper escaped your lips as your flushed ass came in contact with the fabric underneath. rafe positioned himself between your legs, his hands rested on either side of your head, he lowered his head kissing you as his right hand helped you slip off your top. he broke the kiss, kissing down to your jaw, up to your neck, you bit your lip holding back a moan feeling his hot breath just below your ear. he lingered there for a few seconds then moved the kisses lower, as his hand groped the other breast his mouth latched onto your nipple, sucking it fervently. he gave the other the same attention, licking and sucking as little moans escaped your lips.

"you gonna let me taste baby?" he whispered as his kisses moved to your stomach making you shiver, "mhm" you hummed enjoying the feeling of his soft lips on you, "can't hear you" he scolded you as he lifted up your skirt, "want your mouth on me" you whimpered meeting his gaze, his eyes full of lust. your clit throbbing under the fabric of your panties, at the thought of his warm breath on your pussy, making you shiver.

all day long he had been thinking about having his head between your thighs, licking you clean. It was probably one of his favorite things, eating your pussy while your thighs suffocated him, your moisture spread all over his chin while continuous moans came out of your lips.

"we're gonna keep these on, right? think you've already lost too much pairs mhm?" he said, the vibrations of his voice hit directly your pussy as you felt it clench around nothing. he put a hand under your thigh pushing you closer to his face, his eyes noticed the small wet spot visible on your panties, a smirk grew on his face at the sight.

with his index finger he moved the garment to the side, your wet pussy in perfect view for his hungry eyes, without warning he licked a long strip, up to your clit, which begged for attention. you let out a moan feeling his tongue explore your folds, you raised your hips meeting his face, eager for more. his tongue lingered for a few seconds on your entrance, "fuuuck rafe" you moaned as your head fell back pushing his head closer to your pussy with your hand, his nose slammed against your clit.

he knew just what you wanted, and within seconds he began to suck fiercely on your bundle of nerves. the way his tongue felt on your pussy, his hot breath, his hands clinging firmly to your thighs almost leaving bruises just worked you up even more. "baby- soo good" you praised him, as he kept sucking and licking, practically making out with your pussy.

you kept moaning feeling overwhelmed by pleasure, your hands tightened the sheet below while your toes curled, feeling a familiar knot forming in the lower abdomen. “i-i’m cum-” you didn’t even get to finish the sentence as rafe get away from you pussy, leaving you clenching around nothing and unsatisfied, if there’s one thing you hated was when your orgasm was interrupted, rafe knew that real well. “baby wha-why?” you whined as you stood up supporting yourself with your elbows, your expression wrinkled, face slightly flushed as you looked up at him, his face coated with your wetness, he scooped it all up with his index and middle fingers sticking them in his mouth, sucking them clean. he couldn't get enough of your taste.

“as much as i love tasting you, i fucking need to be inside you” he said quickly unbuckling his belt, you bit your lip at the thought of his cock moving fast inside you, your pussy already clenching. he lowered his pants along with his underwear, his hard cock that all day long kept bothering him finally free.

he wrapped his hand around his dick, there was no need to spit since the small drops of pre cum had spread along the entire length, he began to rub slowly at the sight of your wet pussy in front of him, your fucked face and your hard nipples, he dropped his head back emitting small sounds of pleasure. as much as you loved the erotic view in front of you, the way his arm muscles flexed with every movement, his body covered with a small layer of sweat and his mouth open with pleasure, you needed him inside you.

“rafey need you inside so bad” you practically begged him, looking at him from below with your best eyes. your clit still throbbing from the orgasm you had been denied, praying that someone would pay attention to it. you almost cried feeling so in need of cum, and rafe didn’t seem to care enough.

“i got you doll” he said simply, returning his gaze to you. he pulled you even more towards him by the leg, you quickly wrapped your legs around him and his tip hit against your clit, you both let out a moan at the sensation. he grabbed the tip of his cock rubbing it all over your pussy.

“don’t tease” you complained, becoming more and more impatient as rafe continued to tease you. what you didn’t know is that he wanted it as much as you, if not more. his cock had desired your pussy all day, throbbing in his pants and all he wanted was to sink every inch of his length into your hot and tight hole, but at the same time he loved to see you equally desperate, eager for his cock inside you while you looked at him with your eyes, which pushed him to the edge every time, begging him to fuck you, that you needed him, to feel him, he simply loved it.

“don’t tease?” he repeated chuckling darkly, “then what did y’do with me baby, uh? c’mon tell me” he encouraged you, his swollen tip was still pressing against your clit, “I...” you started to say but too embarrassed to continue, under his stinging gaze you almost wanted to disappear.“don’t get shy on me now pretty girl, say it” he said wrapping his hand around his cock again, pushing the tip slightly inside your entrance, he could feel the heat of your walls as your pussy was ready to receive it.

“uuuuh…-i’ve been bad rafe, i teased you with my panties” you said sighing, a small part of his tip inside you, squeezing him already so well that it was difficult for rafe to restrain himself from hammering inside you. “yeah that’s right baby, now what y’want me to do?” he said trying to control himself, but his almost trembling voice betrayed him, “fuuuck i want you to fuck so bad, please rafe” you begged, there was no more room for shyness, the only thing in your head was his dick, and how much you wanted it inside you.

“that’s a good girl” he praised you, the tip of his cock completely entering your tight hole, he lingered for a few seconds enjoying the sensation of your tight pussy around him, your mouth open and your face frowning while his cock pushed deeper inside you. “fuck baby, just squeezing me tight… so nice and warm” he said, his cock completely inside you. the walls of your pussy stretched accepting the new intrusion as you could feel every single vein on his cock pulsating inside you.

“oh fuck rafe” you breathed feeling so full, he gave you little time to adapt to its length, quickly finding his rhythm pushing deep inside you.

while with one hand he squeezed your leg firmly, the other hand tightened around your breasts, clinging to it. your hands tightened to the sheet while rafe began to push himself hard inside you. the sound of his body slamming against yours every time he pushed himself inside you and the wet sound that his cock emitted when he entered and left your hole filled the room.

he pinched your nipple, you moaned as rafe could feel your pussy tighten around him, “so tight doll, i can barely move” he said as your pussy sucked him inside. your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your teeth sank strongly into the soft skin of your lips trying to hold back the loud moans that threatened to come out, the tip of his cock repeatedly hit the right point making you arch your back.

you opened your eyes suddenly, feeling his hand wrap around your neck, applying enough pressure to make you whine. “keep your eyes on me” he incited you, his own voice sounded weak. you looked at him with narrowed eyes, barely focusing on the words that came out of his mouth, the pressure of his hand on your neck and his cock that continued to throb inside you were enough to make your head dizzy.

rafe lowered his head towards yours, his mouth rested on yours giving life to an intense kiss, your tongues collided in a messy way. while you kissed him you could hear small grunts escape his lips, your hand moved towards his face resting on his cheek, pushing his face towards yours.

“say you’re sorry for t-teasing me” he said, his voice interrupted by a grunt while his tip repeatedly hit your spongy spot, you had barely understood what he had said to you, overwhelmed with pleasure. you opened your mouth to answer but only a moan came out.

rafe moved his rough thumb towards your swollen clit, rubbing quickly. an almost pornographic moan came out of your lips, feeling all those pleasures at the same time, “c’mon you can say it” he encouraged you, his thumb moved as fast as his thrusts inside your hole. “i’m sorry, so sorry rafe!” you managed to say, your words were slurred as you wrapped your hand around the wrist of his hand, still firmly around your neck. rafe couldn’t help but smile at the sight of your euphoric state, completely fucked up.

“that’s what you wanted uh? me to fuck the shit outta you” he said almost mocking you, you nodded quickly in response, there was no way you could form a sentence of complete meaning at that moment.

“could’ve said it to me, y’know i would’ve given it to you” he almost scolded you, his words sounded far away, the only thing you could hear was the slamming of your bodies, his cock throbbing inside you.

“thaaat’s it… so good for me” he praised you, he looked down where his cock connected to your pussy, a ring of cum coming from your pussy forming around his cock, “f-fuuuck” that’s all he managed to say at that sight, his head fell back while a grunt came out of his lips.

your curled your feet feeling a familiar knot form in your stomach, “d-don’t stop... please” you begged him almost on the edge of crying, your eyes glossy as you looked at him, your hand clung to his biceps firmly, your nails digging into his skin. you couldn’t stand the feeling of another denied orgasm. “go on doll, make a mess on me” he encouraged you, his voice reassured you, he lowered his head again so that his mouth was a few centimeters from your ear. his thrusts became deeper and faster helping you reach your high, your brows frowned and your mouth open, fully enjoying the feeling of his cock that entered inside you with such ease because of your wetness.

“i’m close… p-pleaseee” you whined raising your hips, meeting his thrusts. you could hear his grunts, his hoarse voice sending chills all over your body. “sooo good” you said, your voice sharp while your head was completely dizzy, the knot in your stomach getting heavier and more persistent.

“holy shiiit baby, c’mon… c-cum all over my dick” his thumb worked quickly on your clit, he left sloppy kisses all over your jaw, going down towards the neck as with a big moan you finally reached your orgasm. your body trembled as your hand tightened even more around his biceps, your moans sounded choked because of his hand still tight around your neck. his thumb on your clit slowed down applying a slight pressure while his thrusts became slow and deep, he too was reaching his high.

you felt overwhelmed by a sudden sleepiness, your grip on his biceps loosened, the marks left by your nails clearly visible. you let rafe continue to use your hole to reach his climax. “thaaat’s it, such a good girl” he praised you, his grip on your neck had loosened, moving on your thigh.

“i want your cum in me, rafe” you said, your voice dim and kneaded as you opened your eyes to look at him, “fuck that’s right, g-gonna fill you up” he said nodding, your pussy tightened around him, “k-keep doing that… fuuuck” he said enjoying the feeling, you did as requested. you felt his hot liquid spread inside you, mixing with your cum, you left a little whining at the sensation, still overstimulated by the orgasm you just had, “s-shiiit, that’s fucking it” he said, he kept pushing himself inside you for a few seconds and then pulled out, he picked up the cum that had leaked with his fingers, putting it back in your hole, “we’re not gonna waste any of it right?” he said with his usual grin, falling next to you on the bed.

“noo… all in me” you agreed with him, your mind still dizzy as rafe pushed you into his arms, your head came in contact with his chest as you quickly curled up in his embrace.

“you’re good princess, did so good” he said chuckling at your fucked-up state, kissing your head.

[hoshifighting]

staff!jeonghan

WARNINGS: fluff, smut, fame problems, paris trip, idol!reader is a sweetheart with her staff team, teasing, hair pulling, makeup smudging hair destroying sex, face slap, paris sex.

staff!jeonghan who started way back when your career was just taking off. you were still fresh, the kind of new that had people curious but not quite sold on the idea of you making it long term. jeonghan wasn’t even supposed to be sticking around. dude was just a freelancer, floating between gigs like it was nothing. hairdresser one week, stylist the next, maybe even photographer’s assistant if he felt like it. didn’t care much either—just did his job, got his check, and dipped.

he was there the first time you came in for a shoot, thinking, oh, here we go again, another idol who doesn’t know shit about shit, and probably treats their staff like trash. honestly, he didn’t expect anything from you. he had his walls up like crazy. you’d been doing this for, what, a hot minute? and you were already getting attention, which just made him think, “yep, this one’s probably the snobby kind. won’t even acknowledge us when she’s walking by.”

but then you went and did the most surprising thing—like blew his expectations out of the water kinda surprise. you saw him—no, not just like saw him, but like saw him. took a minute to actually chat. asked how his day was, if he needed anything while he was running around fixing the stage lights or whatever. you even remembered his name by the end of the first day, which? yeah, idols usually don’t bother with that.

fast forward a couple months, and jeonghan’s still hanging around. he didn’t plan to stay, but something about you changed that. it wasn’t even the work, really. it was more like you made things different for the whole staff—hairdressers, makeup artists, stylists, all of them. you had this habit of, like, breaking all the usual rules. you’d bring coffee for everyone in the morning, none of that half-assed, "just for my personal team" bullshit, you made sure everyone was taken care of, because they take care of you as welll.

then there was that time when you randomly called up your manager one day like, "hey, i’m taking everyone out to eat after the shoot." and jeonghan was standing there, trying not to look too surprised, but inside he was like, who the hell does that? especially in this industry where staff usually gets a handshake and a “thanks for your work” at most. while you’re out here throwing cash around to make sure your team is happy. it’s wild.

he remembers the first time you handed out those holiday bonuses. it wasn’t even from the company’s budget either; it was straight up from your own wallet. like, your money. you didn’t even make a big deal about it, just casually handed out envelopes and said, “merry christmas, you guys.” you should’ve seen their faces—everyone was shook, even him, and he doesn’t get surprised that easily. it was one of those moments where the room just, like, collectively inhaled. there was silence, and then someone—probably one of the stylists—goes, “y/n, this is... you didn’t have to...”

and you? you just shrugged, all casual, like it was no big deal. “nah, i wanted to. thank you for taking care of me, you make part of all of this too.” you pointed to the stage.

jeonghan couldn’t even look at you right for a second because it was, like, damn, okay, she’s for real. that was the moment he decided he wasn’t just gonna treat this gig like all the others. working with you? yeah, it felt different. and not in some sappy, fairytale shit kind of way, but in a “maybe there are still people in this industry who aren’t complete assholes” kind of way.

“so you’re sticking around, hannie?” you asked him one day, catching him off guard while he was fixing up your jacket right before a stage performance.

he smirked, his usual cocky, nonchalant self, but there was something softer underneath it. “guess i don’t have a choice. you make it too easy.”

he was your go-to guy now, the one you trusted with everything, from making sure your hair wasn’t fucked up during press tours to giving you a reality check when you were stressing over the dumbest things. and he liked that. he liked being the one you leaned on when you didn’t wanna bother anyone else.

but it was more than that too. you were just different. the way you treated people, the way you made sure everyone around you felt seen, felt valued? it wasn’t fake. it wasn’t for show. it was you. and jeonghan? well, he wasn’t the kind of guy to stick around just for anyone. but for you? yeah, maybe he’d go the long haul.

jeonghan was always there, like a constant shadow that somehow made everything feel lighter instead of heavier. as your career blew up, he didn’t just keep pace—he matched your energy, your needs, every twist and turn that came with your fame. whether it was press tours, backstage chaos, or those ridiculous interviews where some clueless host would try to push your boundaries, he was always ready.

you’d be in the middle of a tv show, mind racing, and then there’d be a subtle shift. jeonghan standing just offstage, watching with a sharp, gaze of his. and it wasn’t like he had to do much—sometimes just a look was enough to let you know he had your back. like that time they tried to switch up your routine last minute, making changes that didn’t sit right with you. you didn’t even need to speak up, though. before you could say a word, he was already stepping in, throwing that effortless, yet somehow intimidating smile toward the team. “nah, we’re sticking with the original plan. my artist doesn’t do changes without notice.”

“your artist,” you’d hear him say that a lot, like a protective label stamped right over you, like you belonged to him—not in a possessive way, but in a way that made you feel safe. secure.

it wasn’t just about the work either, not even close. jeonghan made the loneliness that came with fame feel less suffocating. that part of fame nobody talks about—the part where you can’t make real friends anymore, where every new person in your life feels temporary, transactional. except him. he was loyal.

when you had those long, grueling days full of photoshoots and interviews and events, and all you wanted was to escape, jeonghan was the one who made sure you still had a piece of normal.

like that one time in paris. you were there for a fashion show, sitting front row with all these industry giants who couldn’t care less about anything but themselves, and jeonghan was right beside you, but afterward, when it was just the two of you, he was the one who dragged you to some random hole-in-the-wall restaurant down the street, far from all the cameras and flashing lights, ordering too much food and laughing at how terrible your french was.

“you know, you’re lucky you’ve got me,” he teased, watching you struggle with the menu. “otherwise, you’d be stuck ordering water and bread for the rest of the trip.”

you elbowed him playfully. “i’m just trying to be cultured, okay?”

“sure, sure,” he snickered, but the grin on his face was soft, like he was glad to be there with you. “leave the culture to me.”

he was there on the quieter days too. you’d be at home, no schedule to follow for once, just free. but that freedom? it felt empty when you didn’t have anyone to share it with. jeonghan got that. he’d show up at your place without even needing an invitation, like he just knew when you needed him there. sometimes he wouldn’t even knock. you’d just hear the door click open and his familiar voice, “you better not be working in there.”

you’d laugh, shouting back from wherever you were in the apartment, “i’m not, calm down.”

next thing you knew, he’d be on the floor of your pristine living room, surrounded by lego pieces because, for some reason, that’s what the two of you did on your days off. it was ridiculous, really, two adults crouched over colorful plastic blocks, but it made you feel like a kid again, like before everything got so complicated.

you’d crouch down next to him, watching his hands move, and without thinking, you’d wrap your arms around him from behind, pressing your cheek against his shoulder. it wasn’t even romaaaantic, more like instinct. jeonghan had this way of making you feel safe, like you didn’t have to be the perfect version of yourself all the time. you could just be you. and hugging him like that, clinging onto him like a koala, it was the only way you knew how to show him just how much he meant to you.

“you’re clingy today,” he murmured, but there was no complaint in his voice, just that familiar teasing.

“you’re soft,” you shot back, squeezing him tighter, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. his cologne was subtle but always the same, something that reminded you of quiet, peaceful moments, like this.

he tilted his head a little, catching your eyes “oh, yeah? not what you said last time.”

you puffed your cheeks out, crossing your arms dramatically, the sulk settling in. “i’m done being clingy with you, jeonghan.”

he grinned like he was waiting for that exact reaction. it’s almost like he lived for these moments—when you’d pout and try to act all tough, but really? he knew exactly where this was headed. you weren’t fooling anyone, especially not him.

“oh yeah?” he tilted his head, gaze dripping with amusement as he leaned in, close enough that his breath brushed your ear. “you sure about that?”

you tried to hold firm, but the way his voice dropped a little lower, teasing. you shifted your weight, crossing your legs under you on the living room floor, avoiding eye contact. “mmhmm. you’ll see.”

jeonghan let out a soft chuckle, leaning back and watching you with a glint in his eyes, like he was just waiting for you to crack. “you’re too cute when you sulk, y’know that?”

your heart fluttered, but you bit down on the inside of your cheek, determined to keep up the act. “whatever.”

he moved closer, a hand sliding around your waist, tugging you just enough so that your body leaned into his. “nah, don’t pout, baby,” he murmured, lips brushing lightly against your jaw. “we both know how this ends.”

and he was right. because, every time you tried to act like you were done with him, like you were going to keep your distance, it only ended one way—with you wet underneath him, a needy mess, begging for more.

like that first time in paris. paris had done something to the both of you. it was supposed to be a normal night, just you and him hanging out after the fashion show. nothing special, just another city on the endless list of places you’d been together. but somehow, that night went different. the second the hotel room door clicked shut behind you, you’d scarcely made it through the door before his hands were on you, grabbing, pulling, claiming.

“thought you were gonna keep your distance,” jeonghan had teased as he pressed you up against the wall, his lips trailing down your neck, making your knees weak.

you were already panting, feeling the warmness of him beaming off his body. “shut up, hannie.”

he chuckled against your skin, his tongue flicking out to taste you, making you gasp. “aww, so cute when you’re needy.”

and fuck, were you needy. by the time he’d pushed you onto the bed, tugging at your clothes, you were already whimpering for him, already soaked.

he’d dragged you to the edge, rough hands all over your body, pulling, squeezing, leaving marks everywhere. your hair had been perfect for the show, all sleek and done up, but that shit didn’t last long. the second he had his fist tangled in it, pulling your head back, it was ruined. thrusting into you from behind, his cock splitting you in half with each brutal thrust. “such a fucking mess.”

you’d tried to keep quiet, biting down on the pillow as your body rocked with every movement, but every time you let out a whiny moan, jeonghan was right there to mock you for it.

“aww, hannie’s being too harsh?” he cooed, as he tries to sound sweet. “hm? poor baby can’t take it?”

you’d only moaned louder, your body trembling as he slapped your ass, the sting making you cry out. he’d leaned down then, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, “use your words, sweetheart. tell hannie how bad you want it.”

you couldn’t even speak, just a mess of broken moans and gasps as he kept slamming into you, the sound of skin against skin echoing through the room. and just when you thought you couldn’t take it anymore, when you were right on the edge, that’s when he did it. his hand came up to your face, smudging the glitter from the show as he slapped you—not enough to really hurt. he is a careful guy.

“fuck, y/n, look at you. such a pretty little mess,” he groaned, his grip on your hair tightening as he pounded into you from behind, relentless. “you gonna come for me? c’mon, baby, let me hear it.”

you whimpered, nodding, your mind spinning as his cock hit that perfect spot over and over, making you roll your eyes, drool, everything u had right of. but just as you were about to cum, he pulled out, leaving you empty and desperate.

“aww, no no no, not yet,” jeonghan cooed, a wicked grin on his face as he turned you onto your back, pushing your legs open wide. “hannie’s not done with you.”

your heart pounded, your entire body aching for release, but you didn’t dare move. he was in control, and you knew better than to push him.

“what’s the matter, baby?” he leaned down, his lips brushing over yours as he teased you. “too much?”

you shook your head, barely able to get the words out. “n-no… please…”

his smirk widened, that wicked glint in his eyes making you shiver. “please what? gotta tell me what you want, sweetheart.”

you whimpered, your hands gripping the sheets as you looked up at him, desperate. “please… fuck me…”

“good girl.”

[quimichi]

⌗﹒THEIR VOICE LINES ABOUT YOU ౨ৎ˚₊‧ GN!

Aether

❝Since the beginning of Mondstadt they've been with me. They actually turned out to be my second guide! Which makes Paimon even more of an emergency food❞

❝Whaa-Paimon will pretend Paimon didn't hear that!❞

❝No really, I'm glad I found them...or rather they found me. It really wasn't much of a surprise when I-oh-I'm already talking too much again.❞

❝Traveler can go shy when he talks about his lover, hehe. STOP PULLING ME AWAY-H-HEY-!❞

Albedo

❝Oh? I see, you already heard about Y/n. Well, its not a big of a surprise, they're well known here in Mondstadt. Don't worry, if you ever encounter them, dont be shy to talk to them. They have actually been a great help for my researches and experiments. ❞

Al-Haitham

❝ Y/N? Yes, what about them? Yes, we're in a relationship, and? No, I'm not mad, why? I'm asking to much questions? Could ask you that, you seem awfully interested in my partner. Passive aggressive? Pff, now you're just pretending things. ❞

Ayato

❝ You'd like to know more about Y/n? What makes you think I have answers? Oh? I see, Ayaka has told you about it, well...Me and Y/n have been in a relationship for quite a while now. They're a very good support, doesn't matter what path i take or decisions I make, they always have my back. Without them I wouldn't be half the man I am right now. Satisfied with this answer? ❞

Baizhu

❝ The person that always helps out here is not some assistant. Don't worry, I'm sure they're not insulted. Who else are they then? Oh, my lover. Whats with that surprised look on your face? Didn't think I'd be taken? To be frank...I'm quite surprised too that I got this lucky.❞

Bennett

❝ Y/n? My lucky charm? They're awesome! A loyal member in Benny's adventure team...the only one though...They go on every adventure with me! Saved my life multiple times! Bring me good furtune! And are my partner! Wow, I really lucked out for real this time.❞

Capitano

❝ I'd like to keep my private life as private as possible...but for you I make an exception, just this once. Yes, Y/n is my life partner, my lover if you'd like to put it that way. I hold them very dear and would protect them with my life if i have to. So, if I ever sense any bad intentions coming from you, I will crush you with everything I've got.❞

Childe

❝ They spend last winter with me and my family. So, to show them around and make them feel more comfortable in Snezhnaya we had a little snowball fight. Y/n got hit a dozen times in the face by Teucer. They lost, obviously. But the best part was, when we went home, the slipped right before the door and fell ass first to the ground...but instead of being upset or annoyed...they laughed. I knew they we're the one right then and there.❞

Chongyun

❝ Oh you know Y/n? Well, I do too. You knew? Xingqiu huh?...Can't seem to keep quite sometimes...Yes, I am dating them. Saying this feels foreign...I still can't believe they chose me of all people. But I'm not too insecure about it, after all, they chose me of all people.❞

Cyno

❝ Y/n is one of the few people who actually laugh at my jokes. I don’t know if its out of pity or if i truly make them laugh, but either way i don't care. As long as i see a smile on their face I'm at ease. Huh? What do you mean i sound lovesick?❞

Dainsleif

❝ There are things that I'd rather keep private and save, including my relationship with Y/n. So I have to apo-...no, i trust you but-...You're right. Y/n and I have been in a relationship for quite a long time now. They mean a lot to me, thats why I want to keep any information about them as private as I can.❞

Diluc

❝ Yes, I am in a relationship with Y/n. I guess the topic makes his rounds, huh? We announced our relationship just yesterday, but have been serious for a long time now. I am...not a public as you know. And i didn't wanted any unwanted or negative attention on both of us but i know i can trust you. Right?❞

Dottore

❝ Did i ever had a lover? What an inappropriate question of you~ Of course i had lovers, but none could compare to my favorite. Have you heard of Y/n? Oh yes, they are quite popular aren't they~? Well, they're mine, all mine. So it would be better for you if you keep your hands off them. ❞

Freminet

❝ Are they my friend? Uhm...no...they're a bit more than that. Uhm, yeah they're my partner. We've been together for a while now...Am i happy? Of course i am...I'm just a bit embarrassed thats all. No one has really asked me about our relationship yet except for Lyney, Lynette and father.❞

Gorou

❝ You want to know about Y/n? Sure, what do you wanna know? Yes, they're my partner, in fact, we live together! They're a really caring, they make breakfast every morning, tend any injuries i have and sometimes even run me a bath...that was too intimate.❞

Heizou

❝ Y/n? What do you know about them? Nothing yet but you wanna know more? Why? Interested? Why am I asking all these questions? I'm a detective, and you're interested in my lover-oops-now i ran my mouth.❞

Itto

❝ You mean the oni one for me?! The true love of my life!? THEY'RE AWESOME. I'm so incredibly lucky to have them. AND they're so incredibly lucky to have the awesome one and oni Arataki Itto as their boyfriend!❞

Kazuha

❝ They are currently waiting for my arrival...i cannot wait to have them in my arms again. I miss them every day...What's that book? Oh, it's just for all the poems i write for them while being away. One poem for each day. Once I'm back, i read them to them.❞

Kaeya

❝ Oh you mean my little snowflake? Yes, i know them quite well, i can assure you that one. Wasn't always like that though, took is a while to actually get closer. But i won't complain either way, I'm happy that we finally found each other...damn, look at all the sappy things I'm saying, they've done this to me.❞

Kaveh

❝ I'm still planning our house, i just cannot make it perfect! Ugh, it's really getting on my nerves. I NEED this perfect for them, I need to make this the house of their dreams. But it's taking way to long. Since when am i planning? About 3 years. And since when are we dating? Also about 3 years...oh...❞

Kinich

❝ When they first traveled to Natlan they didn't met me immediately. I've only got to know them through Mualani and Kachina. They once expressed their hatred towards saurian hunters, went off yapping for a good hour too. You should've seen the look on their face once i told them i was one of them. They're still embarrassed to this day, even more after i explained what i really do. One of the many memories that truly make me happy.❞

Lyney

❝ They're aware that true magic doesn't exist. That all my shows are just an act. That somewhere is a trick hidden, so simple its ridiculous. And yet, they're still amazed, still getting big eyed when I'm on stage preforming. Even after countless shows that are the same, they're clapping along like it was the first....I couldn't not have asked for a better support and love in my life then them.❞

Mika

❝ I still don't know how i managed to confess, maybe it's because i can't really remember it anyway. It's a memory I'd like to forget entirely, mostly because i was so embarrassed afterwards. But I never want to forget what they said afterwards. Everytime i hear those 4 words from them I get butterflies.❞

Neuvillette

❝ Y/n and I are in a serious relationship since 5 years and 4 months. We have been living together since 3 years and 1 month. I do consider our relationship deep and intimate. I trust them deeply and never once did I think about it otherwise. I truly believe that our relationship will hold on for eternity. Is this enough information or should I tell you more?❞

Pantalone

❝ Ah, my spoiled little brat? Joking, joking...well, only half. I do spoil them quite a lot, but i wouldn't consider them a brat...most of the time. Just last week I bought them this new coat, winter in Snezhnaya are the hardest in all Teyvat. Oh, and new gloves, a scarf an-no, why would i brag with my money, it's not like i have enough to buy at least million of coats.❞

Pierro

❝ The only thing you need to know is that they are with me and well taken care off. Should you not remember the fact that any hate or violence towards them is strictly forbidden, i will gladly remind you. ❞

Razor

❝ Y/n helped Razor a lot. Razor appreciates it, the help. Razor also loves Y/n. That's what Y/n always tells Razor every day. So Razor tells Y/n every day too.❞

Scaramouche

❝ Who? My lover? Them? No, I would never. No, I'm not keeping anything private?! Neither am I ashamed of anything...quite the opposite, huh? No, said nothing. Screw off now, i need to be somewhere. Where? None of your damn business...So what if its a date?!❞

Thoma

❝ Mhm, you're quite right, Y/n and I arw together. Lucked out, huh? I'm currently teaching them how to cook some dishes, been going well...for the most part. No, they have a hand for it but both of us always seem to lose any focus once we're 30 minutes into it.❞

Tighnari

❝ You should've heard their begging, "Oh Tighnari please, i can keep my own garden!" Yeah, keeping it, but not take care of it. Because who takes care of it? Correct, me. It's easy work, so it's not too troublesome. But what is troublesome is how they don't take care of it. *sigh* maybe i am a bit to harsh on them, they are a bit stressed lately anyway. They deserve to take a rest and calm down from everything. So i gladly take care of the garden, for as long as they need me to.❞

Venti

❝ Our first meeting was quite the embarrassing one, almost feel quite shy telling it....Ok! Ok! I'll tell you!....I fell into their lap...No, i wasn't drunk! Someone else was, pushed me by accident and i stumbled backwards right onto their lap in angels share. And to top it off i took their plate and drink with me. Lucky for me, they weren't mad at all. Still...it's so embarrassing!❞

Wriothesley

❝ Took them quite a while to adjust to Meropide. Understandable though, it's a change from the surface. But once they grew comfortable, it's almost like they don't want to leave. They quickly befriended almost everyone, especially Sigewinne. They grew quite popular here in the matter of just a few weeks. Good for me i got them first before anyone else could.❞

Xiao

❝ Hm? Oh, them? Yes, we're close. Why do you ask? Just curious? Ugh, don't look at me like that. What do you wanna hear? How much i love them? You can wait till the day Teyvat will shatter entirely, I won't say it to you, only to them.❞

Xingqiu

❝ Our love story is picture perfect. A written love story by the finest ink. Full of clichés. We reached for the same book, and our hands touched. Then and there, i was mesmerized...until they snatched the book first.❞

Zhongli

❝ Our love story has been holding on since 3717 years, and it will hold on for many years more. What makes me so sure it will? We love each other like it was the very first day. Never once did we lie to one another, were apart from each other or lost our trust. I do have a contract anyway if anything should happen.❞