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Give me your attention, please ✋

My campaign has stagnated💔

I am like you, exactly like you.

I was a successful person in my life; I have always been proud of myself, and my family was proud of me too. I had a life, dreams, and ambitions that I was striving for. My life was full of lectures, volunteering, teaching students, and adventures, but for more than 389 days, all of this stopped completely! Can you feel my broken heart? Can you imagine how I feel at this moment? Tell me what I can write for you to feel me and offer help to me and my family by donating and sharing?!

Hello, I'm Ola, a graduate student from the faculty of science - Al-Azhar University in G@za P@lestine. I truly appreciate you taking a moment to read my story. As you reading my message, myself and my family, “my mother, father, three sisters, and my little brother,” are trying to survive under all kinds of suffering including but not limited to fear, instability, and starvation, thirst, and poverty in northern G@za.

After the prices went up so crazy, I created this campaign to help my family provide food, drink and essential needs. I know for sure that you can't help all families that want your help but at least you can help those who come across your life.

I sincerely hope you can empathize with our dire situation and consider supporting us.

And yes, even the smallest amount can help because it's all about a collection of these small amounts until we reach our final goal and be able to rebuild our lives.

I am the eldest daughter who has to help herself and her family, but of course I will not be able to do it alone. Will you help me with that?!

Thank you for standing by me. ❤️

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seven years yet this is still a masterpiece

im obsessed with mads these days

Could you write a Kaecilius x Reader where the reader is his late wive's incarnation but they don't know?

Kaecilius X Reader – Reincarnation Part 1 of 2

A/N – This sass ball doesn’t get enough credit.

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

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Rule the world with me (NSFW) Kaecilius x reader

@mh96s I hope that you like it enjoy!

‘When I fulfill my life propose you will be by my side ruling the universe together.’ Kaecilius said proudly as he looked at his delicate lover smiling.

Y/n nods obediently as she looked at him mostly being focused and fascinated by his eyes. Letting her fingertips touch his under eyes softly not knowing if touching them hurts but her curiosity was stronger than that. Kaecilius says nothing letting her feeling the rebel like texture as he closes his eyes enjoying the careful soft touches.

‘Does it hurt?’ Y/n asks cutting the silence short.

Kaecilius shakes his head with closed eyes ‘No, but this mark.’ he points to the lotus-like mark that was on his forehead ‘This one still does but I’m used to it now.’ 

Y/n hums as she pulls her fingers away from him and plants a small kiss on hi ‘mark’. She knew how he got them and deep down she KNEW that he was a bad guy but to her, he was… different, more human. Kaecilius opens his eyes seeing her smiling with an oh so innocent smile that was only for him. He was lucky to be around her, and he wanted to show her that. Kaecilius cups her face softly letting his lips go to her sweet spot, her neck biting softly on the smooth skin. 

‘You are an enigma to be which I want to unravel more and more.’ he breathes out against her skin ‘Will you let me?’ he asks again as he looks into her eyes 

‘Yes.’ she said and let his hands go to her legs hoisting her up in her arms carrying her into the bedroom. He thought of using magic but simply being with her was magic enough.

As he lays her down on the bed he discards his clothes, watching his lover doing the same. With their clothes on the floor he wants to do foreplay but the insatiable hunger in his core guides him straight to the point guiding his aching and needy member to her wet core, pumping sloppily. Y/n moans at his thrusts letting him knead her waist surely leaving marks for tomorrow to come. He is needy for her, she can see how he guides her hands and where to put them in his hair, on his back, on his chest everywhere just to feel her affection. His hips move on their own fining again and among her g spot. His grunts fill up her ear giving her a one of a kind eargasm. Y/n looked at his seeing him out of breath panting and most important if all vulnerable and she KNEW that only with her he is like that. Feeling his cock twitch inside her she feels him cumming inside her little by little. Smiling at him she extends her hand bringing his face closer to hers kissing his kips softly. She knew that the end of the world is near and maybe she will part from Kaecilius but for now she was more than happy.

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outfit redraw with furina and neuvillette

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Milky White [Homelander x Reader]

Title: Milky White [Homelander x Reader]

Synopsis: You’ve got a newborn baby and bills up your ass. You’re offered big bucks to work as an escort, but it’s only on your way to your first job that you find out your client is the Homelander himself. 

Word Count: 4071

notes: reader is an escort, reader recently had a child/descriptions of post-childbirth body, paid sexual encounter,  adult breastfeeding, improper use of breast milk

The job was going to pay off two of your massive credit card debts in one fell swoop. That’s how much it paid. And that’s what you reminded yourself as the car rolled to a stop inside a darkened parking garage, which had been accessible only when the driver submitted a security code and held his face up to a digital scanner. That this job was going to pay a lot… a lot.

And if he liked you, there might be more jobs in the future. More credit cards you could paid off. Loans you could wipe out. A college fund for your newborn son. Only if he liked you, though, is what the agency told you; only if he wanted you to come back after this first job.

But who, exactly, was your client? That had been kept mum, even as you were led into a black car with tinted windows, even as you were led through security clearance upon security clearance. A gated road, an underground tunnel, and now a private parking garage…

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[tylerxrbtwhp]

       𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐰𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐭         

starring ⭒ kishibe ⭒ fem reader

tags ⭒ fluff ⭒ age gap ⭒ suggestive scenes ⭒ pet names (for kishibe: old man, dear) ⭒ size difference (reader is smaller than kishibe) ⭒ 1.7k words

note ⭒ started making the banner, had a breakdown, bon appétit 🫠 ⭒ big thank you to the dears @akicore and @blueparadis for beta reading!

𝟏 ︱ THE CONFESSION

“I like you.”

You’re seated next to him in the quiet of a meeting room when you blurt it out. He’s slouching over the wide table, tapping the surface with his fingers, a hair’s breadth of patience left. When he hears you, his fingers stop. Then he turns to you. “Why?”

He retains his lax expression. He’s noticed through your gestures—your habit of lacing your arm around his as you walk, your common act of sitting too close to him (like you are at present). Always him and no one else.

“I’m just an old man. You’re a charming young lady.” He adds.

“Give yourself some credit, old man,” you say, eyeing him casually, resting your cheek on your palm. “Sure, you’re rough around the edges, but I like that about you.”

He always thought your affection was platonic, a young devil hunter doting on her eldest senior. It didn’t necessarily help—if there was anyone who knew best what happened to the good ones, it was him.

He’s certain he won’t ask you to stop anytime soon, though.

“What do you say?” you ask.

“I say you’re crazy,” he responds.

“Is that a no?”

He deliberates as he gazes at you. “No. I like crazy.”

Intrigued by his answer, you reach for his scar, grazing it with the pads of your fingers. His thin beard scratches your palm. His fixed stare tells you he’s waiting for a motion.

The space between you recedes until your lips touch.

You know the taste of whisky and menthol cigarettes, but not when they came from his mouth. Not when he was written all over them.

They taste better like this.

When Makima walks in, you’re settled comfortably on his lap, and your lipstick smears the edges of his mouth. You both turn to her with alarm, the faces of two people caught.

“What’s this?” she smirks, then she turns to you. “I’m surprised. You never struck me as the antique type.”

𝟐 ︱ THE LIFE

When Kishibe was alone, he would come home late at night to inebriate or ​sleep his inebriation away. His apartment was empty whether he was in it or not; every space seemed cold and hollow, void of anything worthwhile. He refused to stick around for long periods of time.

Now it’s a dresser crowded with makeup products, a closet with nude-colored bras and panties, and a bathroom drain clogged with hair.

It’s also button-ups of contrasting sizes in the washer, big and small dress shoes in the genkan, and the empty side of the bed pleasantly filled.

He’s never felt warmer in his home.

“Eat your fruit, old man,” you lean over the armchair he sits in with a plate of sliced apples in your hand. You offer him a genial smile along with it.

His eyes reflect the motions of what’s on TV as he accepts the plate. “I don’t think you should keep calling me ‘old man,’”

You sit on one of the chair’s armrests. “How’s ‘baby’ sound?”

“Anything but that,” he says plainly, feeding the first piece of apple he picks up to you.

You chew loudly, uttering in between, “Master?”

“You’re not my student anymore,”

“Kishibe?”

“That’s just my name.”

“Hmm,” your tongue protrudes from your cheek. Then you tip your head toward him, “Dear?”

You see it in his pause: the slight curve of his lips, indicating you’ve hit the jackpot.

“I like that.”

𝟑 ︱ THE INTIMACY

“Oh dear,”

Your bare skin rubs against dark sheets as you shift sideways, your head throbbing, a soreness between your thighs. The air you’ve woken up to reeks of liquor and sin.

When you open your eyes, you’re greeted by the old scars on Kishibe’s broad back. He turns to face the ceiling with his eyes still closed, his gray hair sticking out at the sides. “What?” he asks groggily, another layer of gruffness to his voice; it was like that in the morning.

“Did we . . . ?”

His eyes flutter open. He looks down, raises your shared blanket to peek under it, then puts it back. “Looks like it.”

You groan and roll to the other side, facing away from him. “I can’t remember a thing,” you rub your face with your palms.

“I can remember some things,” he faces your side and shifts closer, wrapping his arm around your bare waist, pressing his front to your back. His chin rests on the crown of your head.

“Like what?” you put your hand over his as his fingers caress your stomach.

“Your pretty face,” he murmurs lowly. “Your pretty sounds.”

A breathy chuckle escapes your nose. “Was I good?”

His palm flattens on your stomach. Then it glides downward, to the middle of your thighs, leaving a streak of warmth in its wake. Your lungs feel compressed in your rib cage.

He lingers there, and your mind falls into a one-track state, absorbed in the bliss of his motions.

“So good,” he indulges in your mewls, presses himself to you further, and you squirm.

𝟒 ︱ THE FEAR

For the majority of his life, Kishibe had only seen people die, die, and die.

With you working in the same field, the thought of you joining those people inevitably crept into his mind. It’s another reason to drink, another reason to lie awake at night with a head full of troubles that drown out the sound of your light snoring.

You’re never out of his sight when you’re working together, and you’re never at peace when you’re not. Your cellphone has never received so many calls in one day.

One night, as he undresses on the edge of the bed after a day at work, you straddle his lap. You drape your arms around his shoulders, over his half-undone button-up, and regard him with a tender smile.

He shouldn’t be bothered when you’re a heavenly sight, but the thought creeps into his mind again. He could lose this smile through your line of work. He could lose this existence if you weren’t careful.

For once, he wears his heart on his sleeve. “I think you should resign.”

Your smile falls. There’s no returning from this.

He continues, “Don’t worry about supporting your family. I’ll take care of it.”

Your eyes cast down to his loose necktie. You take it between your fingers and rub the silk. You deliberate for several moments, and the longer he waits, the louder the thumping in his chest resounds.

You meet his eyes with resolve, smiling again. “No.”

He opens his mouth to argue, but you continue, “Look, I know I’m not as strong as you are. Nobody is. But I can take care of myse—”

“I know,” he interrupts. “I’m not saying you can’t. I just want you to—”

“Be safe?” you cup his cheeks, leaning closer until your noses brush. “I know, dear.”

He breathes you in. He notes the growth of your pupils before pressing a kiss to your lips. “I can’t lose ya.”

“You won’t,” you kiss him, too, and linger on his lips. “In fact, I’ll stick around for so long that you’ll get sick of me.”

His heart settles. In a wave of relief, he takes you into his arms and stands. He kneels on the bed, sets your head down on the pillow, and swallows you with his frame. “You’ll get sick of me first,”

𝟓 ︱ THE RESOLVE

“Do you wanna get married?”

Your eyes grow, then shift from the ceiling to set on him. You lie together in bed; sweat sheens his forehead, and his bare chest rises and falls rapidly, like yours. But he sounded calm when he asked, and he looks calm as you observe him.

He turns his head to you. “If I die, everything I own will be yours. I don’t have much, but I’d like you to have all of it.”

In your pensive silence, your breathing eases. You shift your body and face his side, propping your head up on one elbow. “You make it sound like you have to convince me to marry you.”

He replies with a semblance of hope, “Is that a yes?”

You hum in brief thought. “Do you have a ring?”

He pauses, then says, “Not at the moment.”

“Then no,” you switch sides curtly, facing your back to him. He saw it coming.

You meant it lightly. But the following night, as you drink with your colleagues, your several calls to him go unanswered.

Your beer glass sweats in your hand. You wonder if it has to do with your rejection, or worse: What if something’s happened?

Your anxiety branches out, multiplying thought after thought: Should I have accepted his proposal the first time? Was that his last chance to ask me? My last chance to say yes? Are his possessions ever going to be mine like he hoped?

Your colleagues watch you closely, wanting and attempting to assure you that he’s fine. But they know as well as you do that you can never tell.

Then gray hair sticks out of the curtains, a head lowered to fit into the doorframe, and the first pair of eyes he meets is yours.

You’re on the verge of tears with your phone pressed to your ear. You put it down abruptly. “Where the hell were you?”

He trudges toward you, to the end of the low table where you sit alone, and kneels at your side. “Are you drunk? Why are you crying?”

“You weren’t answering my calls,” you sob, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand, looking down abashedly.

“I was getting you something,” his hand disappears under his coat. “It was hard to pick.”

He holds a small velvet box out to you and opens it, prompting a collective gasp from your colleagues. “Will you say yes this time?”

The ring matches his silver hair; its tiny stones adorning the sides of the center stone resemble the long scar on his cheek. Your glossy eyes reflect its luster, blurring with the spill of more tears. You nod at him.

Cheers rip through the silence of the room and disrupt the peace of the establishment. He slides the ring into your finger, presses a kiss to your hand, then your lips. “I’ll never leave your side.”

You sniff and smile against the brush of his thumbs under your wet eyes, the tender kiss he lays on your forehead. “I’ll take your word for it.”

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Crack masterlist of my Yandere Church AU ft. alternate summaries for each fic (*´ω｀*)

(To new readers, I swear the fics are darker than what the descriptions suggest :3 )

♡ Requiem for the Damned - Yandere Priest! Dottore x Demon! Darling

What happens when a priest is so evil that he can put the fear of God in a demon

♡ Angel’s Tears - Yandere Guardian Angel! Capitano x Nonbeliever! Darling

My Prince Charming Has No Face (legit)

♡ Red Sky at Night, Shepherd’s Delight - Yandere Priest! Arlecchino x Devotee! Darling

Arlecchino puts her darling through the five stages of gay panic

♡ Faustian Bargain - Yandere Demon! Pantalone x Contractee! Darling

How to get a pretty demon husband in ten easy steps!!

♡ Annular Eclipse - Yandere Cartaphilus! Pierro x Guardian Angel! Darling

Pierro and the Nine Circles of the Friendzone

♡ Phantom Pain - Cartaphilus! Dainsleif x Yandere Demon! Reader

Help, the demon I accidentally summoned won’t leave me alone!!

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private lessons.

Scenario: Where your biology teacher, Johnny Depp, helps you to improve your bad grades.

Warnings: smut, p in v, unprotected sex, breeding (maybe), slight mention of age gap, creampie, cheating (Johnny is married)

Word count: 1.8k

a/n: I know this is quite cliche, but I love this kind of prompt so.. fuck it, the profile is mine, I post whatever I want KKMKLKK. English is not my first language, reader is not a minor.

“Come on, it is not that hard, try again.” Mr Depp insisted, his hand on your left shoulder. You had lost count of how many times he asked you to try again. You were in the empty classroom with him, your stern biology teacher. He asked you to wait until after class since your grades were quite low in his subject. Johnny took off his glasses and sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. You felt helpless because you did not understand the open book right in front of you. He was trying to teach you a few subjects that might be present on entrance exams, the first and actual one was the Reproductive System.

“Mr Depp, I can’t” You sighed, giving up for the third time. “Yes, you can. Reread it.” He insisted once more, pointing at the sentence in the old book. He exhaled tiredly, his grip on your shoulder tightening briefly before releasing it. “Let's have a small break, hm?” He patted your back and crossed his arms, looking away. The golden glint on his finger caught your attention, Mr Depp never mentioned a wife before — but he wasn't the type to even mention his personal life during classes. Though the thought of him marrying someone else made you somehow jealous.

He noticed your curious stare on his ring, rolling his eyes at the mere reminder of his unbearable wife. Johnny walked to his desk, sat down, and placed his glasses on the desk. His hands dragged down his face, exhausted. “What are you looking at?” He grumbled, being the usual stern type he was. You just watched him. “I didn't know that you're married.” You said softly, afraid of raising your tone with him. He huffed and played with the ring, twisting and sliding it on his finger, a mannerism he got as soon as he married. “It's not something I'm proud of” He muttered, as if the words slipped freely from his lips. You tilted your head, confused. “What do you mean?” 

Why is Johnny unproud of his marriage? It’s a big accomplishment in life. And since Johnny never spoke about his love life in classes, unlike other teachers, he was satisfied with it… wasn’t he?

“My wife,” He exhaled heavily. “She has been rather distant. I suspect she has found someone else.” He rubbed his eyes and put his glasses back on. It was clear that his relationship with his wife had taken a toll on him, mentally and physically. Your lips frowned sympathetically, noticing how tired your teacher was. “I’m sorry you must deal with that, Mr Depp…” You leaned forward on your seat, watching him. Seeing your usually stoic teacher this exhausted made you feel something, like a feminine impulse to comfort him.

“Don’t be, I shouldn’t be talking about this with a student. Are you done with your break?” He looked up at you. You stood up hesitantly, your eyes locked on his. “You must feel so.. lonely, without your wife's companion..” You said, hands unquiet. Johnny's eyebrows twitched, reluctant, but he nodded. “I-... Yes, I suppose it feels.” His eyes stayed on yours, like a hunter watching his prey. With slow steps, you stood next to him. Johnny was still sitting on his chair. Your eyes traveled his face, mapping every contour and detail, admiring. His serious gaze was rather exciting, it made you feel obligated to please him.

“You must be missing a feminine touch, right?” You whispered like your subconscious was talking for you. Johnny's expression remained stern, as if internally questioning his morals until a smirk appeared. “Oh, I am, ain't I?” He looked up and down at you, he knew what you were trying to do and he was slowly giving in. You tentatively placed your hands on his shoulders, leaning closer. “Trying to get a more hands-on lesson, puppy?” He asked in a low voice, teasing you with a wider smirk. His tone made you shiver, you were completely under his spell. Johnny's hands slowly moved to your waist, his thumbs caressing your sides.

“Puppy?” You asked. “Yes, you're my puppy.” He pulled you up and placed you on the edge of his desk. “You want a lesson, huh? Let's see if you get it this time.” He attacked your lips, swallowing your gasps. Your hands flew to his hair, tugging his long strands. His tongue possessed your mouth, claiming every inch of it. You slid your tongue against his tentatively, earning a stroke on your thighs from him.

You felt his fingers ghostly brushing towards the center, feeling the damp heat on the thin fabric of your panties. “Let's start with the female genitalia” He broke the kiss, looking down to your lap. Johnny's fingers hooked on the waistband of your panties, gently pulling it down your ankles. He licked his fingertips before sliding a finger up your slit, feeling your wetness. He bit his lower lip, nodding in approval. Once he coated his fingers in your arousal, he brought them to his lips, tasting you. Johnny hummed, sucking his fingers. His cock throbbed in its confines.

A pop echoed through the empty classroom as he removed his fingers from his mouth, he dipped them between your legs and started to list. “Here are the labia majora” His fingers stroked your bigger pussy lips and you shivered in anticipation. “Here the inner ones” His thumb brushed against your sticky slit. He slides his thumb between your labia minora, dragging it up towards your clit. “Your urethra is located around here and…” Johnny trailed off as his fingertip reached your small bundle of nerves. “-And this little thing is your clitoris.” He rubbed tight circles against it, pressing his thumb to stimulate you.

“Oh, look how it swells…” He whispered praisingly, biting a smirk. “You like it, don’t you, little one?” He taunted, leaning closer to whisper in your ear. “Stimulating this cute little thing will make you aroused, and shortly soon become wet.” He kissed your neck twice, his lips lingering on your skin. His fingertips traveled down your pussy.

“And here, my pet. Here is the main attraction.” He teasingly stroked the entrance of your vagina, pretending to slide in but never doing it. You whined, eyes pleading to him to have mercy and just give in. “Shh… Once wet enough, it becomes easier to penetrate the vagina.” He slid two fingers inside, slightly curling them to caress your insides. Johnny started pumping his fingers in and out steadily, his satisfied grin widening as he noted your body responses. 

“Did you get it?” He whispered and kissed your temple. You moaned so softly, his fingers felt good, a lot better than your own. He buried his fingers deeper and tried again, stroking your inner walls mercilessly. “Did you get it, pup?” He teased and you nodded, another moan escaping your lips.

He removed his fingers, briefly sucking them again before unbuckling his belt. “Now, let's move to the male genitalia.” He unzips his tailored pants. “And then I’ll explain more of the whole process.” He winked, letting his pants fall. Your eyes were fixed on his hands as he pulled his boxers down just enough to free himself, his thick, veiny manhood standing hard and proud. You were really going to have sex with your teacher, a man almost twice your age.

Johnny wrapped his hand around the base of his length and started to point out. He cupped his balls with his other hand, careful yet with a certain custom. “These are the testicles, they are responsible for making sperm and are also producing testosterone” His hands moved up. “This is the shaft, as you can see.. and here, on the top, the glans” His thumb brushed the head of his cock. Your eyes watched every movement, horny and somewhat eager. Your hand reached to touch him, his amused smirk told you that you were allowed to. He released a shaky gasp as you touched his sensitive tip, already dripping precum.

“Feel it, puppy, look how excited I am for you” He whispered. Johnny brushes his thumb over his tip, collecting his precum before shoving it in your mouth, his other fingers cupping your chin. “Taste it, yeah..” He breathed, his other hand guiding his member towards your entrance. With gentle pushes, and the help of your drooling pussy, he easily slid in. Johnny groaned, your tightness enveloping his cock like a velvet glove. “Shit, that's it.” He cursed under his breath, pushing it all inside. “Now, I will fuck this pretty pussy and then fill your little womb with my semen, put a baby in you.” He warned with a malicious grin “And you will love every second of it.” Johnny started slow but it didn't take long for him to slam his hips against yours, not caring about the unholy skin slapping sound echoing through the room. You wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling the need to hold yourself onto something before your body gave into the pleasant sensation of his cock stroking your insides.

You tried to keep your eyes open, but everything felt so good. Johnny chuckled between grunts, seeing you struggling. “You're doing great, you're such a quick learner, pup” He praised, leaning to kiss you. He swallowed your moans and whimpers, hitting the head of his cock each time deeper inside of you. Johnny reached your chest with one of his hands, hastily ripping the buttons of your shirt open, freeing at least one breast. “Those are important as well, they'll produce milk to feed your baby, once you get pregnant.” He squeezed your nipple tightly, making you whine in pleasure.

You wrapped your wobbly legs around his waist, keeping him there — as if he ever wanted to leave. One of his hands sneaked between your legs, teasing your clit. “When you feel it, don't hold it, hear me?” He ordered. “I want you to be a good girl and fall apart on my cock.” Johnny quickened his pace, his free hand gripping your thigh so tight that might leave a mark later. And you felt it coming, the unmistakable feeling already pooling in your belly. Johnny whispered a few more encouraging phrases in your ear, a stark contrast between his gentle words and his rough thrusts, leading you to the fall. You melted in his arms, drenching his length. He followed you, almost instantly, flooding your insides, painting them white.

Johnny slowed his movements, looking into your eyes. “You did so well, puppy” He kissed your forehead. You looked back at him, panting. “I think I'll get at least B on your test, sir” You chuckled breathlessly. “Oh, you'll certainly do well, sweetheart. Get that B and I will give you my D as a reward” He winked, kissing you one last time.

Suddenly, a loud alarm interrupted your moment. Actually, interrupted everything, since you woke up in the classroom with everyone gathering their things to leave. You had slept during Mr Depp’s class. When standing up, your eyes locked with Johnny's. He let out an amused chuckle and shook his head.

"You'll need private lessons, pup.”

a/n: I apologize if something is written wrong, I did not proofread this and I unfortunately don't have biology classes anymore lol.

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hilarious fr

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Hey girl hey, I definitely haven’t been stalking your masterlist (I have 👀) but I saw that you updated and said you’d write for the rookie!!!! Anyways I’m like in love with John Nolan which I know is so unpopular (sorry Tim) and I was wondering if you’d write a short little fic about the reader dating John and her being into the whole cop thing and so he agrees to roleplay and adorableness ensues

Daddy Cop || John Nolan x reader

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ masterlist  • tim bradford fic ⋆˚｡⋆୨୧⋆

summary: you go to visit john at work and see him in uniform for the first time

word count: 1.2k

warnings: mild language, reader has a thing for cops?

a/n: omg girlie you crack me up, stalk me anytime you want (except, you know, not in real life—for your own sake, i mean my internet search history is better left un-stalked)!! anyways i’m happy to give u the nolan content u deserve 🤭 i don’t write smut but i hope you enjoy this nonetheless!!

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     “Hi, I’m here to see Officer Nolan.”

     You smiled at the man sitting at the front desk of the Los Angeles Police Department. He looked up from his computer and gave you a smile of his own—or, it would have been a smile if he was sitting upside down. 

     “I’ll send him right out,” he said with mock-enthusiasm, sighing and picking up a phone before speaking into it. “We have a visitor here for Officer Nolan.”

     “Tell him it’s his girlfriend,” you blurted out, clutching the backpack in your hands tighter.

     The man just rolled his eyes at you. “That guy actually has a girlfriend? Color me shocked.”

     You opened your mouth to defend Nolan, but the man just held out a hand and gestured to a seat across from the desk.

     You sighed. “Thank you Officer—”

     You looked at his name plate. 

     “—Smitty.”

     “You’re welcome, sweetheart,” he said sarcastically. 

     Ok, you thought, so not everyone enjoys their job here. You sat down and put John’s backpack on your lap as you waited for him to come down.

     He didn’t exactly know you were here. You and John had begun dating a few months ago and you’d yet to visit his place of work—there hadn’t been a reason to. 

     Until now. John had spent the previous night at your place, and in his rush to get to his shift on time that morning, he’d left his backpack at your apartment. 

     Which was what brought you to the L.A.P.D—well, that, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t just a little curious about what John did when he wasn’t with you.

     “(Y/n)?”

     Upon hearing your name, you spun around, finding your boyfriend standing in the doorway.

     “What are you doing here? Is everything ok?” He asked.

    You walked over to where John stood, bridging the gap between you. “I’m fine, just here to make a delivery.”

    You took in Nolan’s attire. You’d always had a thing for cops—but seeing John in his uniform was an entirely new experience. You were momentarily speechless as you noted how the material hugged his frame. 

     “What?” Nolan asked, amused.

     “Nothing,” you blushed at getting caught staring. “I—here.”

     You held out Nolan’s backpack. 

     “You just saved me from a very embarrassing—and very pant-less—walk out of here,” He said, taking it from you. “Thanks, (Y/n).”

     “Anytime,” you said, standing on your toes to kiss him. He kissed you back, wrapping his arm around your waist. “Besides, now I get to see where you work.”

     John pulled back, looking down at you. “Speaking of work, I should get back to it.”

     “But I just got here,” you pouted. 

     “I know, and I love you, but my TO is going to be furious if I don’t get back to the shop in—”

     He checked his watch.

     “—7 minutes.”

     “So you have 7 minutes?” You said playfully.

     “Well, yes, I suppose I do,” John smiled. “What did you have in mind?”

     You dragged your finger along his forearm. 

     “Aren’t you gonna show me around?” You asked him innocently.

     “I—I’m not really sure if that’s proper procedure,” John said, running a hand down your arm. “You’d have to fill out a visitor’s form and—”

     “That’s a shame,” you whispered, your finger tracing patterns on his chest. “I was just thinking how sexy you looked in your uniform.”

     John blanched.

     “On second thought, I’m sure the watch commander wouldn’t mind if you just peeked in.”

     John grabbed your hand and pulled you through the doorway and across a hall, stopping in an empty room marked ‘Interrogation’. 

     “No one’s using this room?” You asked him, looking around. 

     “We are,” Nolan smiled. “Unless you actually want a tour of the station?” 

     “Maybe some other day,” you said, pushing Nolan up against a wall.

     “Well then,” Nolan said with a smirk, looking down at you. “I’m all yours.”

     He kissed you, his hand coming up to caress your cheek. You wrapped your arms around him. 

     “So, you’re into the cop thing, huh?” Nolan asked between kisses. 

     “Guess so,” you breathed. 

     “Well, you just made all of the long days at the academy worth it,” John teased. 

      “I’m glad,” you said. “And what was the academy like? You never talk about your job.”

     “It was tough but rewarding,” John said honestly, kissing your cheek. “You wouldn’t believe some of the stuff I’ve seen out there. Think of the academy as practice for all of it.”

      “You want some more practice?” You asked, biting your lip. “For when you’re back on the streets, busting perps.”

     “Yeah we don’t actually say—you know what, never mind. We’ll talk about the amount of cop shows you watch later.”

     “Are you going to arrest me or not,” you pouted. “I’m getting away. You don’t want to let me escape, do you?”     

   “Of course not. In that case,” he said, deepening his voice. “I’m going to have to take you in.”

     “What am I under arrest for?” You batted your lashes at him. “Tax fraud? Failure to appear in court? Violation of penal code 504? 

     “A 504 is actually the crime of tampering with a vehicle so that doesn’t really apply—”

     You raised an eyebrow at him.

     “Right, shutting up,” Nolan said, “How am I doing? I ruined it, didn’t I?” 

    You giggled. It was adorable how serious he was taking this. “Not at all.”

     “Let me try again,” Join said, pulling out his handcuffs and spinning them around one finger. “I meant, you’re under arrest for stealing my heart and looking so damn good in those pants. Better?” 

     You smacked him in the arm. “Much.”

     He leaned in to kiss you again but you were interrupted by a voice that filled the room. 

     “I hope you turned your body cam off when we got back to the station.” 

     You and John broke apart. You heard the handcuffs clang as they hit the floor. You followed Nolan’s gaze up to a speaker on the wall. 

    “Bishop,” he mouthed, then pointed. “One way mirror.”

     You bit your lip to stop the smile threatening to take over your face. You knew you should feel chastised, but you could only be amused and thrilled at the situation. 

    “I—yes,” Nolan called out. “I—I’ll be right out.”

    “Please, take your time!” The voice—Bishop—said. 

     John’s brow furrowed. “Really?” 

     “No!” Bishop yelled. “You better get your ass out here before I give you a blue page.”

     “Yes ma’am!” Nolan shouted back, before leaning closer to you and whispering, “That’s serious, I really should go. But we had our fun.”

     You smiled, mischief in your eyes. “Not enough fun.”

     “I’m almost afraid to ask what that means,” John said, pulling you closer.

     “Nothing, just—maybe you could, um, bring that uniform home sometime,” you replied. 

     “I’ll see what I can do,” John winked, leaning in to kiss you one last time. “See you tonight.”

     “I’m looking forward to it,” you said. You let go of his hand and his other hand was just on the handle of the door when the speaker crackled to life with Bishop’s voice. 

     “Nolan.”

     John turned back around. 

     “Yes ma’am?”

     “Bring the handcuffs with you. You may need them for an actual crime.”

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ hope you enjoyed darlings!! now that i’ve officially waded into a new fandom, maybe expect more the rookie fics in the future? is this the official promo for my tim fic coming out soon? 🫢🎀

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riding john nolan’s face is all i can think about rn

John Nolan x AFAB!gn!reader

A/N: Little John Nolan drabble. Sorry for any mistakes. Not proofread. Gendered language used only for genitalia, but otherwise gender neutral reader.

Ohhh he's definitely into servicing you in the bedroom. Your pleasure comes before his constantly, and that often means eating you out. He loves it, the way you call his name as he's knuckle deep inside you, eating your pussy like a starved man.

"Taste so good, honey," He murmers into you, nose rubbing against your clit as he licks up into you. You don't even have to ask before he's practically begging you to sit on his face.

He lays down, a smirk on his lips. "A little change in position. Your new seat is right here." He chuckles, pinting to his face. You playfully roll your eyes, but waste no time in climbing on. His strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you down until you're fully sat before he goes straight for the big shot. You gasp, then moan as he sucks on your clit, his hands sneaking to knead your ass, encouraging you to grind down on his face. He groans up into you, letting out hums of approval as he feasts on his favorite meal. Your hands fly to his head, unable to get a good grip on his short hair. He licks up into once more until your grinding your clit against his nose, moans falling from you mouth. You call his name as he guides you to your release, coaxing it out with his mouth. His efforts are consistent as he watches your every move, finding exactly what buttons to press. He reaches a hand up to gently pinch your nipple, twiddling the hardening bud.

The buildup was nearly non-existent as you felt your orgasm come crashing over you, his hands gripping your hips as he continued devouring you, dragging out the waves of release. He made sure to lap up every drop, your legs still trembling as he laid you on your back. He kissed your neck, gently bringing you down from the high as his fingers gently played with your cunt. He light brushed over your folds, giving your clit the ever so slightest touch as he did.

"How'd that feel, hun?" He asked, knowing damn well exactly hiw good he'd made you feel. He just likes to hear it from your own mouth.

"Fucking. Incredible." You breathed out, turning over to kiss him. You could still taste yourself on his tongue as you pulled him deeper. He pulled back, a stupid, cocky grin on his face as he climbed on top of you.

"Mm, someone's still eager." He chuckled, unbuttoning his pants to pull his hard cock out. "Got myself a greedy one, huh?"

He chuckled, pulling you closer to him by your hips, ready to give you exactly what you needed.

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still hot

capitano jumpscare !! :000011!

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Spring Is In The Air~

Something happens to them when the seasons change. 

Itto, Tighnari, Yae Miko, Zhongli x Reader

A/N: I wrote this like two months ago and never posted it… I’ve always wanted to try writing something like this so here is my pathetic attempt! It’s corny BUT, smutty!!! :-)

WC - 2,224

NSFWWWW // SMUTTYYY

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god, i miss him

— 𝐢’𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐞’𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 ; 𝐣𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐞𝐥.

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: “i saw the way you were looking at me over the fire — and i saw the way your thighs were clenching too, even though you were hoping no one else would notice.”

𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: genshin impact. | 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jebrael/f!reader | 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: nsfw ; minors dni | 𝐰/𝐜: 2.22k.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: fem!reader, fingering, cunnilingus, kissing, biting, crying, creampie, breeding kink, daddy kink, name calling ( brat, whore ), degradation, pussy slapping, panty sniffing.

— 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞 !!

his mouth was hot, and it was all over her; y/n could barely think. 

his teeth grazed across her tender skin, pressing down in fleeting nips and bites as his massive chest heaved behind her, and the thick length of his cock pressing against her back was more than telling enough as to what he’d snuck into her tent for. 

he rolls his hips against her, the friction and pressure on his cock hitting all the right spots for him as his mouth captures hers in a vicious kiss; he’s biting at her lips, their teeth clashing together as he moans into her mouth when her tongue runs across his. he pulls away from her lips in favor of peppering hot, open-mouthed kisses across her neck and collarbone; meanwhile, his hands begin to wander, one stopping on her right breast and squeezing while the other cups her pussy through her panties, making her whimper and grind down onto his fingers. 

“f-fuck,” he grunts into the crook of her neck, his breath hot against her shoulder. his callused fingers run across her soft, sensitive skin, and when one of his big hands dips up under her shirt to run across her nipple, she whines and arches her back into his touch. he chuckles and asks, “real fuckin’ needy for me, aren’t you?” then grins when she whimpers and presses back against him. taking her nipple between his fingers, he twists and toys with it until she’s shaking from the zings of pleasure that coarse through her body with each movement. 

“jeb-brael,” she whines, turning in his hold and pressing her front to his; she takes one of his massive hands into her own, his free one falling back to clap against her ass, then sticks his ring and middle finger in her mouth before beginning to suck on them. she watches greedily as his mouth falls open in surprise, then more as his tongue darts out from his mouth and wets his lips. his breathing has quickened, she can see it, and she watches his adam’s apple bob as he swallows hard around nothing. 

suddenly he’s pressing his fingers down her throat, and her eyes are widening as she starts slobbering over the intrusive digits. “such a whore, huh?” he asks gruffly, his eyes no doubt sparking lustfully behind the cloth hiding them away. “i saw the way you were looking at me over the fire — and i saw the way your thighs were clenching too, even though you were hoping no one else would notice.”

y/n whines again around his fingers, looking up through slightly blurry vision as tears begin springing up in her eyes; jebrael’s hands were not small, and his fingers were thicker than any man’s she’d ever met before him. she sucks on the digits he kept in her mouth a little harder, wordlessly insisting that she wanted them elsewhere as her soft, hot tongue curls under the rough pads of his fingers. his breathing is even heavier than before, and his free hand gropes her ass harshly enough to make her let out a short, barked cry. 

“c’mere,” he grunts, pulling his spit-slicked fingers from her mouth and worming them inside her panties, circling her clit with them a quick three times before pressing them inside her already slicked cunt. she squirms against him, the noises falling from her lips shakier then before, and he withdraws his fingers before inspecting the way her juices clung to his thick fingers. chuckling lowly, a grin makes it’s way onto his face as he slowly begins to get into a kneeling position. “mmm, all of this, ‘nd just for me — after all the trekking across the desert today and all the beasts i’ve fought, i think i’ve earned a special dessert, don’t you?”

y/n nods quickly, her eyes wide and her thighs trembling, as he uses his clean hand to pull her soaked panties down and off. her breath hitches when he takes the wetted crotch of her panties and lifts them to his nose, inhaling deeply before licking across where she’s worn them, that manic grin still on his face. 

“these were just pressed against that pretty pussy — and they’re this fuckin’ soaked because of me,” he purrs, tossing them over his shoulder. he nudges his way further between her legs, and y/n can feel her heart racing as his warm breath fans across her slick cunt. a laugh sounds from between her legs, and she lets out a shrill cry when his hot tongue flattens itself against her slit and licks a line up it from her hole to her clit, drawing a figure eight on it before pulling back and sitting on his knees, seemingly studying her reaction. 

“no — please come back!” y/n begs, “i need you!” 

he grins wider. 

“well, since you asked so politely,” jebrael says softly, his deep voice a warm rumble that makes a fresh gush of her juices wet her cunt. his mouth latches onto her next, her eyes widening almost comically as he begins sucking at her clit and drawing shapes on it with his tongue as he had initially. her hands instinctively come down and grip at his shoulders, her nails leaving half-moon indents in his tanned skin as her head falls back, the feelings of pure pleasure stemming from his talented mouth on her pussy almost too much to bear. 

“oh g-gods — jebrael, please!” she moans, slowly humping up into his face. he wraps his thick arms around her legs, holding them down and apart so he can keep the pace he’d had before without her interrupting him. “jebrael-!”

he pulls back from her sopping cunt, his face shining with her slick, and claps a heavy hand down on her sensitive pussy, making her shriek. “that’s not what you call me, brat,” he growls, and she whines as small tears roll down her cheeks as her pussy pulses from the sudden pain. 

“s-sorry, daddy,” she whispers, “p-please don’t stop — i’wanna feel good,” and he nods once before pressing his face back into her stinging pussy and soothing the aches with his hot tongue. her eyes roll back and her head hangs back limply, her chest heaving as her needy cunt clenches around nothing while his tongue swirls expertly around her swollen clit. 

“h-holy fuck — please, yes, s’good!” y/n moans, her once slow rolls of her hips getting faster and faster as the knot in her stomach begins to grow tighter by the second until it finally snaps, her legs locking around her lover’s head as she cums hard into his mouth. he greedily laps up everything she has to offer him, swallowing it down without hesitation before slowly disentangling himself from her grip and climbing up her shaking body. 

he locks lips with her again, and she can taste herself on his tongue when he forces his inside her mouth. she throws her tired arms around his neck and kisses back lazily, gasping lightly when she feels his heavy cock slap against her sensitive pussy. looking down, she almost salivates at the sight of his thick length laying against her slit.

y/n looks up at her lover through her lashes, watching the way he holds himself above her and looks down at her through a breathless grin, before finally asking, “well? aren’t you going to fuck me, daddy?”

his lips twitch once almost imperceptibly, then he’s completely buried inside her before she’s even able to blink, a loud cry falling from her lips once she realizes just how full she is. his cock is long and fat, something she’s known ( and sometimes struggled to take ) for a couple years now, but that still surprises her every time; it doesn’t matter how many times her lover fucks her, the stretch and fullness that comes with him sliding his cock inside her cunt always feels like the first time. 

“damn fuckin’ straight i am,” he grunts, slowly pulling out before gently thrustig back inside so she can get accustomed to his girth while still feeling good. slowly but surely the speed of his thrusts ramp up, and eventually his hips are snapping against hers hard enough for hers to bruise, shaky, stuttered moans of pleasure falling from her lips as his balls slap against her ass hard enough for each strike to sting. jebrael’s mouth has fallen open, sweat dripping down his face and one of his hands tightly gripping one of y/n’s, their fingers laced together tightly enough for the knuckles on both of their hands to turn white. he bends down to kiss her, his wide chest heaving as he fucks into her desperately, and y/n moans into his mouth as he does so. her hand, the one still free from his grip, comes up to cup his face; she pants into his lips, one hand gripping his braid while she sucks at his tongue before he pulls away from the kiss with a gasp then leans into her touch with a soft smile. 

“‘s been a w-while since i’ve had y’like this,” jebrael moans lowly, fucking y/n brutally, hard enough to make her tits shake wildly and her hair get messier and messier; drool seeps from one corner of her mouth as her eyes roll back and cross, her toes curling as he bullies his cock deeper and deeper inside of her abused hole. 

“mmm, ‘nd i‘ve missed it,” y/n moans softly, and jebrael holds her tighter as he murmurs an agreement; work had been so difficult recently, what with the chaos that came with tirzad and that blond traveler boy and his floating ‘paimon’; he and y/n hadn’t had a moment to themselves in almost a month and a half, and needless to say jebrael knew that he wouldn’t last long because of it regardless of his usually impeccable stamina.

“fuck, ‘m close,” he groans, pressing their foreheads together. y/n lets out another shaky cry that shoots straight to his cock, and he moans and notches their noses together as well, nuzzling her gently. 

“p-please, daddy, cum in me!” y/n begs, crossing her legs over his middle so that they’re loosely locked behind his back. jebrael’s head shoots up, and behind the cloth covering his eyes, they widen; she wanted… inside? “i need it, daddy, wanna be full of your cum!”

behind the cloth, his eyes darken to an almost black color, and the aggression behind his thrusts picks up. “you want me to cum in you? want me to fill you the fuck up, want me to breed this tight cunt? filthy fuckin’ whore, y’just want me to knock you up, huh?” he growls, and y/n moans an affirmative. he laughs breathlessly, the sound of their wet skin slapping together the only sound echoing through the tent; they were lucky that they were the only ones awake right now ( at least, jebrael hoped they were; he didn’t want anyone else hearing his lover this way ).

“yes, p-please — make me a m-mommy, daddy!”  y/n moans, tears of pleasure rolling down her cheeks. “‘ve been s’good, i promise — please, please please! cum in me!”

“fuckin’ fine,” he growls again, reaching down between their bodies to draw rough circles on her sensitive clit, “but you better not waste a fucking drop of my fucking seed — understand, whore?” a shrill wail is his only response, but it coupled with the way her pussy was spasming around him through her orgasm, it was enough. 

with nothing short of a roar leaving his lips, jebrael cums hard, hot ropes of cum shooting from his cock deep into her pussy where his cock was pressed against her cervix, the thick cream filling out what tiny amounts of space was left and oozing out around his cock to join the thick, frothy ring of cream y/n’s pussy had already left there. jebrael’s roar tapers off into a long moan that falls off with a deep groan; he’s barely holding himself up as it is, but he wanted to see her face when she finally stopped having the full body spasms that she went into whenever he brought her to orgasm. 

eventually they ease to a stop, and he looks down at her with a fond gaze through his eye cloth. he’s almost tempted to take it off, but he doesn’t want to move and possibly risk bothering her; she looks so comfortable and at ease that he’d almost hate himself at least a little if he ruined that. 

after a long moment of near silence punctuated only by the sounds of their breathing, y/n looks up at him with a soft smile. 

“don’t tell me you’re done already, old man?” she asks teasingly, her eyes both bright with mischief and filled with a fondness for him at the same time. 

jebrael grins, and decides that maybe taking off his eye cloth is a good idea. he does so, and when y/n sees just how dark with lust his eyes have gone, she shivers excitedly, licking her lips and swallowing the saliva that had built up in her mouth. 

jebrael leans down, his lips brushing the shell of her ear, and says, “i’ll tell you when we’re done, brat.”

𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 © { 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 } 𝐛𝐲 𝟒𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐒. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭.

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AHAHAHAHHA STOP Ayato umm.... DADD-

↳ ❝ [HEY DADDY] ¡! ❞ as a joke

↳ Chat: Pt.1, Pt.2, Pt.3, Pt.4

characters: Aether, Albedo, Al-haitham, Ayato, Baizhu, Capitano, Childe, Cyno, Dainsleif and Diluc x F!Reader

DISCLAIMER: I died of cringe doing this, hope its at least a bit funny

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Ararycan always reminded me of Kaeya with its ties to Khaenri'ah, blue, and covered right eye.

I thought how cute it would be if they had met when Kaeya ran away to Sumeru.

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Well, the tags took quite some time

⌗﹒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.❞