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[kichikichiko]

hi i just saw ur po hcs (just posted as well haha) can i request one for tai lung as well? thank u so much <3

Hi hi anon! Ty for being the first one to request this GRAHHH Ive written your request here!

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[kichikichiko]

Hi there!

Can we get Tai Lung dating headcanons pls :>

HI ANON! Ive written your request!

Here is the link to the Tai Lung headcanon 🤍

#kfp fanfic #kfp tai lung #kung fu panda x reader #kung fu pandaxreader #kung fu panda headcanons #kung fu panda tai lung #kung fu panda

[kichikichiko]

Heyyy loved your po headcannons, seeing as TaiLung is one of your fav could you please do dating TaiLung headcannons please? Hope you have a good day xx

You, always.

YES OF COURSE I CAN GRAHHHHHHHH.

TAI LUNG IS MY LOVE

I'm actually so happy I got this request

3 anons actually requested this so ill tag the other anons too when I reblog this hehehe

Synopsis: Dating Tai Lung headcanons!

Pairing: Tai lung x gn!reader (Animal of your choice)

Cw: Headcanon, fluff, mildly ooc Tai lung (BC HE'S A TEEN IN LOVE) pre kung fu panda 1, not proofread but I'll keep on editing this as I read LMAO

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Everyone knew of Tai Lung. He was the adopted son of Shifu and the soon to be Dragon Warrior

At least that is what Shifu keeps on saying. But no one doubted it, Tai Lung was absolutely amazing and strong.

Many girls fell for him, and of course you did as well. But the differences between you and them, was that you successfully got Tai Lung’s heart

Everyone knew that although Tai Lung was strong, he had the temper of an eruptive volcano. Which is why MOST of his admirers wouldn't dare to confess their love to him.

Tai Lung fell in love with your confidence. The next dragon warrior was not stupid. He knew that most of the villagers were scared of him, despite admiring him.

You basically strolled up to him one day when he was walking down the streets of the valley of peace, and thanked him for his hard work.

“Hi Tai Lung, my name is (name) and I just wanted to say that I admire you and thank you for protecting the valley of Peace from danger.” you smiled

“You’re.. Welcome.” He nodded, holding a bag of groceries. Tai was stunned someone had the confidence to even look his way when he was on the streets of the valley

You smiled and nodded a little “See you around! Soon-to-be Dragon warrior” winking at him playfully and walking away.

He finds himself smiling at the memory whenever he has time to himself. From that moment on, you started seeing each other more often and finally made it official.

Never in a million years would he think that he would find someone to love.

Afterall, his heart and mind was set to mastering the art of Kung Fu, and making his father proud

But you changed him for the better.

You and him were polar opposites, which was great. You both were compatible despite your differences.

He was hot tempered and prideful... and you patient and humble.

Shifu and Tai Lung would have arguments from time to time. It’s only natural after all! He was a teenager, in his rebellious stage.

Tai Lung would storm out of the Jade Palace to cool down.

Before you, He’d go to a hill and punch a sturdy tree to relieve his stress. Of course the trees stood no chance

Now that he has you, his partner, the hot headed leopard would come over to your place without saying a word.

He didn’t have to of course, because he knew that you would understand right away. Which is all he needed honestly. I don’t think that he would have the patience to explain the full situation.

Tai Lung would NEVER admit it to you though,because his pride won't let him. But he loves how gentle you are with him.

The way you spoke to him when he was having troubles

“Tai, I understand Shifu made you upset, but you have to understand where he’s coming from.”

The way you held his paw in your own

“I’m sure he means no harm. He just wants the best for you and so do I”

How you guide him to the right path “Please control your temper next time, I don’t want you to start losing yourself and go on the wrong path”

His shoulders become less tense whenever he sees how soft your gaze is when you look at him.

Those eyes are just full of patience, love, empathy and understanding. Qualities that he does not have (Except love)

Qualities he loves about you.

If youre having a hard time Tai Lung would sense it straight away.

You both know that he isn't the best with his words

He can be awkward and stiff, but for you? He’ll try his damn best.

He’ll buy your favourite food, and even stop by mister Ping’s noodle shop to get you something warm for your tummy.

The Leopard would visit your place and take you by the lake at night to watch the stars in the sky as you feel the breeze of the wind hit your (feather/fur/skin/scales)

“Thank you Tai… for this.” You smiled at him as you took a bite out of the food he brought for you.

Tai Lung would nod stiffly “No problem.”

Honestly he wasn’t happy that he wouldn't comfort you with sweet words like you would do for him when he was upset.

“You know. I used to come here often to take time for myself. The first time I came here was to find inner peace in myself, but I couldn't, which frustrated me even more…” Tai lung started, he took a glance at you to see if you were listening

“I then decided to stop my meditation and look up at the sky. And what I saw was the beautiful stars shining brightly up there. Only then, did I find my peace even if it was for one night. In fact,” he looked up at the sky as if he was signing to you to do the same “the stars up there are shining just as bright as when I saw it for the first time.”

Your eyes trailed up to the sky and immediately you saw what your boyfriend was talking about.

“Wow it’s beautiful” you whispered in awe as Tai Lung saw the stars twinkling in your eyes.

“Just like a certain someone I know..” he’d whisper back, admiring your features and admiring you.

He was so lucky to have you by his side and he knows it damn well

No other words were exchanged between the two of you.

You scooted closer to your boyfriend and leaned into his shoulder for warmth and comfort. Tai Lung didn’t push you away, instead he pulled you closer.

Whether or not Tai Lung knows it, you started to forget your worries right then and there. It seems like he knows how to comfort you after all.

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I'm curious. Reblog this if you know how to cook

I don’t even care if it’s macaroni, ramen or those little bowls you stick in the microwave. Please, I need reassurance that most of the population on tumblr WOULDN’T STARVE TO DEATH if their parents couldn’t fix them food or they couldn’t go out to eat. 

[kichikichiko]

My lover 😻🌹

Boothill relationship headcanons;

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✰ Characters: Boothill x reader.

✰ Words: ~1k.

✰ SFW+N//SFW ; SFW mentions no pronouns or gender of the reader. N//SFW section was written with fem!reader in mind.

Warnings: THIS HAS A NSFW PART. MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS skip this section if possible. some of these hc are based on this post, since i wanted to write a little more about it.

A/N: BRAINROT gRR he truly gives me doctor by Miley Cyrus vibes. idk how to explain it but take it

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Boothill:

SFW

he's such a gentleman! opens doors for you, pulls out a chair, kisses your hand when he sees you first for the day, it doesn't get boring for him at all. if you ignore some of his unhinged behaviors, then he's a perfect man.

like i mentioned in my previous post, he's VERY possessive of you. he does like to go to unknown clubs or bars with you to try out their best drinks in his spare time, though he doesn't have you attached to his hip (even.. if he wouldn't probably mind at all), he does keep a sharp eye on you. if a weird guy approaches you and you're clearly uncomfortable, he tries to intimidate the guy away and clearly let him see that you're his (aka placing his arm around your waist and pushing you into him), if being polite doesn't work, well, they have a rough night. not in a good way.

this man SCREAMS BACK HUGS!! since his body is like 90% metal and machines, he loves to embrace you from behind and wrap his arms around your tummy, while his chin rests on your shoulder. he misses the softness of his own skin, so having you gives him a lot of comfort; the warmth you're radiating makes him reluctant to ever pull away. boothill often finds himself touching his cheeks with his robotic arms, when they get warm enough - the feeling almost long forgotten in his mind.

speaking of back hugs: he's also very big on neck kisses, mostly giving than receiving, depending on how he feels, they're either very innocent and loving - very soft, paired with butterfly kisses, or biting you and then kissing it better, when things get steamy.

boothil finds it funny when his hair tickles you when he hugs you from behind. if he's feeling particularly like a little shit that day, he can annoy you the entire day like that, only to respond with "hmm? what do you mean? I'm not doing anything, baby!" ...don't tell him his smirk gives it away, but honestly, at this point, he probably doesn't try to hide it that well.

he DOES slap your ass when you go past him. EVERY time. it doesn't get boring for him, he likes the sound it makes AND how soft it is, bonus if it jiggles, then he's even more proud. he might offer "an apologetic massage," which you rarely agree to (but he'll try until u say yes).

if someone ever tinkers with his Synesthesia beacon, he cannot swear for his life. you might catch him trying to cook, spilling something, and then hearing loud "YOU LITTLE DAISY FLOWER! CUTIE PIE! CURSED FROG!" it's kinda impressive how colorful they can get...

speaking of his voice, he's probably able to manipulate it so it sounds the best according to your taste. although his flesh heart has been gone for so long, he still feels that familiar, warm feeling and squeeze of his own, mechanical one, when your answer is always the same - to modulate it so it sounds the closest to what it used to be, or that the current one is just as pleasant to hear.

he likes to kiss you. no matter where, or when. if he wants to, he'll get one, pressing you against him, cupping your face with one hand, and kissing your puckered lips. once you give in, he kisses you properly, caressing your cheek ever so slightly to ease any discomfort left, only to hold you tightly on your hips and whimper on purpose just to tease you more (i believe in boothill is a little shit theory).

if we assume his face is the only human part of him left (besides his eyes). In that case, he just truly loves the softness of your lips on his. he kisses you as much as he can, and will get all fussy and whiny if he doesn't get his good morning kiss, we-see-each-other-for-the-first-time-today kiss (note: this is not the same as good morning kiss), goodnight kiss and so on. yes, he could get it by himself, but he wants it from you first. he's just very stubborn.

watch out! he likes to draw blood on your lower lip when his intrusive thoughts win. he licks the blood off later, and gives it a loving kiss.

his hair is genuine, so he loves whenever you play with it, brush it, or take care of it in general. it's probably one of the very few human features of his, so if your boothill lets you carefully pamper it, let alone without flooding his cords, he's not only very impressed, but also very willing to indulge in more sessions.

finds it absolutely adorable when you wear his hat when he isn't looking. or, well, when you think he isn't looking.

N/SFW. minors and ageless blogs shoo!

the council has decided that he has a vibrator in place of his real junk. but if you're into experimenting and want him to feel a bit more, hm, natural - he's more than happy to change his parts. shape, size and pace - everything for his lady.

you can probably guess, but that's an absolute ass man. he sees you in tighter pants that hug you just so nicely and might go feral.

eats pussy like a starved man. he has no shame and licks, sucks, and fucks you with his tongue and THE SOUNDS could put the devil himself to shame. boothill always wants everyone to know that you're his, how you scream and moan for him, so in return - he never lets a drop of your juices go to waste, slurping and moaning into your slit.

he's literally so flexible, that he'll fuck you in every position you want him to. if it means he'll get deeper, he's on board. and probably on top of you too.

likes to grope you through your clothes. sounds very tame, but it really gets him going, and might sometimes cause trouble in public.. unless you WANT that trouble.

adding to the headcanon above - he truly just gets turned on by your skin, especially imperfections. stretch marks? he'll kiss them all, scars? he has them all memorized. when he touches you through your clothes, he already remembers what is where, it's like he's edging himself knowing that soon enough he'll undress you completely and see it clearly; he quite literally worships what truly makes you... you.

he. is. so. SO over when you pull on his hair. when you make out, when he fucks you - doesn't matter. DO IT and he'll go absolutely crazy, hissing in pleasure and grinding into you.

#kichis smutty read♡ #kichiko'sreblogs

[kichikichiko]

Lavelle

"Bask in the warm light, and listen to the sweet melody from the angel of The Family. Though rarely appears before the public, if the chance comes praise her for her glory."

Hi everyone just wanted to post an art I did recently hehe. Got back on HSR and loved Sunday and Robin so decided to make them an older sister for fun! (P.s shes selective mute which makes her my very first oc to be S.M!)

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail fandom #hsr x you #hsr headcanons

[kichikichiko]

❝ 𝐭𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐯𝐞. ❞ hsr x reader

synopsis. you couldn't help but feel jealous, he's been spending more time with someone else, and you feel like there's suddenly another person in the picture, you can't help but think if he's.. falling out of love?

warnings. angst to comfort if you squint but more comfort and fluff, jealous reader

author's name. one of the only angst stuff on my old blog hello??!!

pairings. multi hsr men x gn!reader

doesn't realize 'till you tell him ・caelus, gepard, luocha, arlan, yanqing, dan heng, dr ratio

huh? why are you sad? did he do something wrong? are his first thoughts, your little frown and puppy eyes didn't help much either, he helps a lot of people and talks to a lot of people, why are you sad? he just came back home and all he sees is your saddest expression yet, did he forget any events? no.. are you gonna... break up with him..? no no, it's too early for that, right? as he pushes these thoughts aside, he sat down beside you on his bed, your face with your tear-stained cheeks, and like there were still a bit of water swelling up in your eyes, all he could do was hold your hand, and ask what's wrong? did he do something you didn't like? are you hurt? was he not there in time? worried thoughts began to arise as more silence occurred.. "are you falling out of love with me?" the words really hit him like a bullet through his heart, never in a million years would he ever fall out of love with someone as thrilling, heart-throbbing, amazing, beautiful, pretty, or handsome as you, never in ten of thousands of centuries would he find someone as graceful as you were, he'd never find another you, but he'd always try, in every life, to find you. but all those negativity in his mind cut short from his heart speaking, instead of his mind thinking, and he couldn't help but let the words of love pour from throughout. couldn't help but cup your face while saying all those kind poet's choice of words. couldn't help but tear up for not noticing sooner. later pulling you into his warm embrace. a smile painted both your faces at the end of that day, and let the night you spent together be filled with love. (not the sexual way smh)

recognizes your little pout of jealousy ・jing yuan, sampo, welt yang, dr ratio

ohoh~ his honey bunny is jealous over his business partner? as soon as he comes again back to your side, "baby, don't worry about them, they're really just talking to me for business, don't pout at me like that.. you're too cute!" but you continued to do the little pout even on the way home, was it really that bad? his sly arm slowly slides over your shoulders as you both got home, "did i do something wrong, babe? you haven't kissed me a single time today, and i can't help but think you're jealous that i've been talking to someone, is that the case, hmm?~" he says, as he places his fingers on your chin, and forcing your gaze onto his, "tell me, are you jealous? just nod if yes, or no." awaiting your answer, all he did was smirk, 'till you gave in and nodding an answer of yes. as he got his taste of victory, he couldn't help but take your kiss as his award, "you shouldn't worry about someone like them, they're nothing compared to you, no one is on the same value as you are to me, you are mine, and i'm yours, no one else's. got that?" as you nodded, he placed kisses all over you, and a special mark, a hickey from him, and the future marks will always and only be from him. and he'll make sure you never feel like that again.

finds you cute when you're jealous (already knew)・blade, jing yuan, welt yang, luocha, argenti

your little frown was honestly the cutest, especially when you have your arms crossed like that! aww, he can't help but let out a laugh! after getting off a phone call from their co-worker, he looks down to see you, you and your adorable frustrated expression, "my my, seems like someone's mad, did something happen?" opening his arms for a hug, but you backed away, and walked off, wow, this might just be serious! we follows you back, "did i something, my beauty?" his snake-like arms slither around your waist, yet you didn't give a reply. "i like this game, let's see who'll break first, winner gets a kiss from the loser, okay?", your only response would be an angry, yet adorable glance. like a kid who didn't get what they wanted from the toy store. as you both arrived into your shared home, he picks you up and lets you land atop his lap. "why are you mad at me beautiful? oh, you must be jealous, no? you saw me talking to someone else other than you.. didn't you?" he asks, placing his head on your shoulder, his words slide off his tongue like honey, and it looked like to him you were panicking, "just give up now, and let me treat you right, i'm very sorry that talking to someone else made you feel like that, cupcake." and all he really wants in return is what you give him, a kiss and cuddles, and maybe more than just that.

w2e & chase atlantic my faves!!

#kichiko'sreblogs

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Lavelle

"Bask in the warm light, and listen to the sweet melody from the angel of The Family. Though rarely appears before the public, if the chance comes praise her for her glory."

Hi everyone just wanted to post an art I did recently hehe. Got back on HSR and loved Sunday and Robin so decided to make them an older sister for fun! (P.s shes selective mute which makes her my very first oc to be S.M!)

#honkai star rail #hsr fanart #honkai star rail fanart #artists on tumblr #honkai art #genshin impact #fanfic #genshin fanfic #honkai star rail fanfic #honkai star rail fandom

[kichikichiko]

impulse ノ sunday . fem!reader

ৎ୭ ₊ ˙ ⊹ . 2.5k — master servant but not in a kinky way . unless… ノ sleeping with the boss . lowkey office romance . secret relationship ノ petnames — angel . dove . sweetheart ノ reader is his loyal chambermaid ノ mentions — makeup . short dress . pantyhose ノ sunday has some controlling tendencies . is a sweetheart anyway ノ sloppy messy style . overstimulation . cumming inside

“i would prefer if you refrained from visiting me at this hour until further notice.” his voice is tired and unusually dragging each syllable as if to prolong the time before uttering something he doesn’t actually want to say.

his divine silhouette of ashy whites and delicate plumes slumps on the armchair as he tries to regain at least an ounce of energy — futile, only making him more aware of the mental exhaustion from the passing day. his head still hurts, even though it has been going on for days now.

a few steps and he notices a movement behind him, hands slowly unbuttoning the tight collar from around his neck and undressing him carefully in complete silence. a feather falling could have easily made more noise. the sigh he exhales is out of relief mixed with a dash of fatigue after sitting up properly. the soreness spreads along his body as you unwrap him from the layers of fine fabrics that hug him gently.

“thank you.”

the only answer you deliver is a soft smile of appreciation towards his gesture.

he looks over your side to check if no one else is near his bedroom to listen, then pulls you by the arm across his lap, resting your foreheads together with his eyes shut. you two spend several seconds in silence, simply feeling each other’s breaths getting calmer and bodies relaxing with every moment shared like this. your delicate fingers start moving up his chest slowly as if examining it for any anomalies; when finding none, you take it upon yourself to embrace him tighter in response.

on the contrary, sunday caresses your head just above the scalp until eventually lifting your face with a finger under the chin. your eyes meet halfway, burning with lust — unspoken since morning yet unsatisfied even during lunch break where he tried relieving himself before taking a quick nap in bed.

he lets out a few weak chuckles, thinking about how hard he should try avoiding any contact today, not letting anyone suspect anything, before giving in to the impulse.

the taste of your lips leaves nothing behind except wanting more despite knowing exactly how much it already affected you two — physically and psychologically alike.

“this is precisely why i requested you not to come here… i need to reclaim composure first, but with that exhaustion and your presence, it’s impossible.”

your expression softens after hearing his confession, also noticing his muscles relax; the grip loosens as you move away slightly from the position above his crotch. he rests against the velvet chair once more while trying to compose his thoughts after admitting a weakness towards something trivial and simple — in comparison to politics related problems.

there were many reasons he couldn’t stop himself from continuing.

“mr. sunday, i’m here to help you with anything and everything. just so you can rest enough to welcome another day with your mind at least slightly less troubled… alright?” you speak in hushed tones, voice calm but determined.

all traces of previous worry wiped out as he exhales deeply before answering your question. he smiles again — tired but sincere.

“yes.”

at which point the atmosphere shifts immediately once again, making things less serious than a moment ago between the two individuals now more than just employer and employee. you resume by unbuttoning the shirt on his torso completely, revealing his pale skin underneath before pushing off the material completely to the sides.

with his chest exposed to cool air along with the robe sliding down onto his lower back, he leans forward, kissing your forehead.

a string of soft pecks going up from there along the bridge of nose toward mouth, leaving it just outside of reach, teasing you like this when you were sure he would continue straight away to your lips…

you shift nervously on his lap, overwhelmed with tension and his closeness, causing the entire scene to unfold right under your own gaze yet unable to do anything about it, too shy of the difference between your statuses.

sunday knows how much power he holds over people… including you. whenever you end up sitting upon his legs for extended periods of time — especially lately since it’s been happening more frequently these past few months. a sight that brings immense pride into his heart. he continues his gentle assault by dabbing kisses across your eyelids, slowly one at a time, before lowering them all over your face; lingering there longer than usual each time around before reaching earlobes once more for one last kiss.

a tingle shoots through your spine upon his warm breath, tickling your sensitive spots as he speaks next.

“do you trust me?” the question itself seems harmless in contrast to how your body reacts whenever it’s spoken directly against your jaw; you shudder involuntarily after every word, goosebumps rising because of his sultry tone.

“yes… absolutely…” your response comes almost automatically. no hesitation, followed by his silent chuckle.

“and if i say that you should listen to what i command tonight then? would you grant my every wish until tomorrow morning?”

as the intensity increases dramatically, you swallow the lump in your throat. sunday’s body language is somewhat threatening, but at the same time so gentle and calming, unlike previous occasions when dealing with clients or rivals during negotiations... it’s inviting you, luring into his open arms.

“w-what do you wish me to do, then?”

his hand reaches to cup your face, turning towards himself for one more look before taking advantage of an opportunity presenting itself before his very eyes — he captures your mouth after closing the distance between quickly.

eyes widening momentarily while struggling against the sudden surge of electricity coursing throughout body while feeling completely trapped when he cuddles you by your waist. he nibbles with care at your bottom lip before biting, teeth scraping over it.

there is a certain taste in his saliva; bittersweet yet addictive as it mixes inside your mouth. unable to protest when his hands sneak behind you to hook the short dress up enough to grip the softness of your ass firmly. he uses force on your rear to rub up against his cock harder than moments before as you find yourself losing grip around reality until it hits that you won’t escape anymore... you will spend the rest of night fulfilling his desires.

after all those years in his service, you learnt to submit quickly — but you wanted nothing else more than this, either.

after you separate from each other panting hard, sunday cups your face one last time before whispering into your ear.

“you’ve always done the best job helping me cope with stress in such wonderful ways.”

a compliment given so sincerely contrasts with his fingers dipping from behind just to tap your pussy through the sheer fabric of your pantyhose, making you jolt back, startled as you grab tightly onto his shoulders, whimpering softly as heat rushes across your cheeks.

“m… sunday, ah…”

before you even realise he’s already grabbing the nylon and tearing it apart, ripping down along the seams with ease. then placing a finger right at the top of your heated folds. he drags through them back and forth without applying any pressure whatsoever, causing your insides to convulse with excitement. your legs tremble on each side of his hips, dragging your weight against his clothed erection that still hides beneath grey slacks; bodies locked together while the fabric becomes damp in an instant.

he laughs huskily as you look down in shame between your bodies — an attempt to hide your face away from his gaze while biting back moan after moan. before reaching up underneath the dress, sunday moves his hand away, brushing his fingertips across smooth skin. to your surprised gasp, his touch lands upon your clit, pressing there to spread tingles in small circles around the sensitive pearl.

“open my trousers in the meantime. touch me first, just for a while, and then ride me, okay, dove? let’s continue from there.”

you fumble with the zip, drawing it down to reveal his needy cock despite trembling fingers. he guides you to grab the shaft between thumb and index finger, sliding up and down smoothly even with precum dribbling down already. you two synchronise your motions after a while.

“see, isn’t this much better for us both?”

you nod weakly, eyes rolling back as he slips easily into your slick entrance. the sounds of squelching being replaced soon with rhythmic slaps from below each time you sit down, bouncing atop his length. your walls are wet, swollen, squeezing every inch out as you buck yourself up until only tip remains inside, forcing breathy sighs from him each time you connect with him again.

“just like that, angel, just like that… ah, hold it right there, yes, perfect,” he commands you sternly whilst gripping hips forcibly. he knows exactly what makes you two crazy, but he enjoys pushing limits of your patience to the breaking point until nothing else can be done except him taking the initiative.

his back arches deliciously every time you stop for a second because it’s too much to handle.

it’s unbelievable how much your dishevelled state can affect him when he usually tries keeping his emotions in check — never letting anyone see through any cracks even if one did appear; no matter how insignificant it appeared on the surface. but the fact of having your in complete obedience on his own lap, whining and shaking from the pleasure he is providing — it’s exhilarating.

the sensation of your warmth wrapping snuggly around him entirely... it brings him the utmost satisfaction to see you lost in bliss caused exclusively by him alone.

sunday’s thoughts go rampant at times like these. the logical part screaming inside his brain to stop, saying this shouldn’t happen with an employee working under him… however, every instinct tells otherwise as you dwell on pleasure, trying your best to not disappoint him with the faltering tempo. there is no break between bounces and just like a puppet on strings, he pulls the strands leading your body towards the release desperately needed since your last meeting.

his fingers dig deeply into flesh of your butt, making sure that nails don’t graze skin too much. you deserve much more than a mere slap or spanking session; you deserve proper treatment, especially now after showing how willing you are to serve him.

so he picks up the pace himself, holding onto you and guiding every single move effortlessly, even in this awkward position where you’re forced to cling to him like a lifeline. your lips clash in frenzied kisses until air runs out, but he refuses to relent, drinking every bit of saliva dripping out of your mouth and tasting sweat mixed along it as you struggle to keep composure.

“please! please, sunday, it’s too much…”

your fingers claw into his shirt, leaving red irritated marks behind. nevertheless, he grins smugly with one last stroke upwards, causing your pussy squeeze tight against base again while feeling tremors passing throughout core before stopping altogether. he lowers your body in one quick movement, sitting you right on his cock until your orgasm subsides.

he exhales, burying head in the crook of your neck, kissing tenderly all over. you stay tense for a long while, simply melting in his arms, completely spent. slowly regenerating strength as he strokes your hair, soothing aching muscles until you relax again.

“that’s right, dove. i love when you do it… just for me to see. can you take some more? please, at least until i finish too?” sunday murmurs tenderly between each peck pressed across jawline.

you hum lazily, nodding again albeit somewhat reluctantly compared to previous agreement, but consenting enthusiastically enough.

he starts moving slowly, drawing slow circles inside your pussy.

“yes, yes, like that…” you respond, leaning more on him with each thrust. he nibbles your neck lightly as a reward for such positive reactions.

as minutes tick away, he gets impatient once again. your hands tighten around his open shirt, pulling him close enough to bite and lick every piece of skin visible. the amount of pleasure building inside becomes almost unbearable as he drives you insane, forcing you to accept how weak you actually feel at this moment.

you shudder from head to toes when his fingertips brush along sides, causing whole body to tense up. hearing your whimpers, he hushes you lovingly.

“i know you can. just one last push. come on.”

and so he does… not stopping.

he pounds ruthlessly into your soaked cunt until there’s no more air left inside lungs as you pants frantically while trying to not collapse right away; bodies locked together intimately, your hands desperately grabbing onto shoulders until knuckles turn white from strain. he’s doing the same around your hips, using a soft force to press every single inch of flesh against flesh.

“there you go, sweetheart, you can do it. you’re almost there... just one more second.”

with that sentence said, sunday flips your body forward and lies back comfortably in the chair, shifting your up and down a few inches until he finds the ideal angle. he pulls your hips down hard on his cock as he slams his pelvis upwards at the same time causing loud moans to erupt from your throat along with high-pitched noises.

tears begin streaming freely, trickling off your chin with each rough thrust while rubbing sensitive spots that leave you writhing, desperately trying to hold off any sort of response. the urge to let it all go builds stronger as he continues the incessant rhythm with barely enough pause between strokes to let you breathe before diving right back in again.

he groans loudly before ramming into pussy again and again. until he eventually clears the pent-up frustration, cumming rope after rope into your fluttering heat.

this triggers the follow-up from your side, reaching peak soon after him. your muscles contracting erratically while remaining frozen above him, eyes squeezed shut tightly as you wail throughout the release, bucking hips on him, milking his cock out of every drop. you feel his cum coating your core, making everything throb and slip inside; every little goosebump on your skin burning.

by the end of it all you fall motionless upon chest completely exhausted yet fulfilled, still leaking from his twitching dick which softens gradually within depths of your body. sunday peppers kisses around neck after cradling your tired form.

“well done, my sweet dove. i’m proud of you for staying with me through it all.” he whispers before gently wiping away your tears and removing all traces of makeup from your cheeks.

the gesture feels natural, as if he’d been doing it all the time in secret before this point.

#kichis smutty read♡

[kichikichiko]

Intimacy records

synopsis: what kinds of horny stuff they have in their phones and which is the favorite?

pairing and characters: Aventurine, Blade, Boothill, Dr Ratio, Gallagher, Gepard, Jing Yuan, Loucha, Sampo, Sunday (separately) x fem!reader

tw: SMUT, established relationship (marriage/dating), consensual recording of lovemaking, nudes, oral, lingerie, fingering, masturbation, public sex, breast play, shibari/blindfold, sex machine, creampie

word count: 4.3k+ words

Aventurine

Undoubtedly this man has a whole separate folder for intimate stuff. Of course, he demands you send him something on a daily basis - doesn’t matter if it’s a quick snap of your choice of lingerie in the morning, or recordings of touching yourself - but never enough to cum, it’s his job. Naturally he loves having reminders of you being at his mercy - thus there are also videos of you both (with primarily established consent). All that to say - he has quite the collection, so it’s really hard to pick a favorite, the most desire-arising one.

Maybe it’s a category actually - self-made media created out of bet. Who’ll cum first? Can you keep going without tearing up from pleasure for longer than 10 minutes? Is he patient enough not to touch your sexy self, while you masturbate in front of him? Who is going to be louder this time? These kinds.

”I hope you are ready to lose,” your lover smirks, making himself comfortable between your legs. Camera floats a little, as you chuckle behind it. With a momentary adjustment, the focus is on his face again and he winks, before turning to trail a little path of kisses across your thigh. The image jumps, when he sucks on the skin, and slightly trembles as you let out a sigh. Then it’s firm, as Aventurine wraps his arms around your thighs, his nose teasingly rubbing against your clit. Suddenly there is a lick, then your breath hitches…. And then he buries his mouth into your pussy. It doesn’t take much time for the image to begin shaking wildly, almost matching your debauched noises. There is squelching, there are award-winning male moans, muffled by your heat, soon there is a hand, your hand, reaching down and grabbing his hair. Phone strangely angles, hardly supported by just one hand, until it falls camera down onto the shits. After that, there are just delicious screams of yours, chanting the name of your lover and begging him to stop, while he doesn’t listen, taking his reward for yet another win.

Yeah, he proved you can’t keep the camera focused while he is eating you out in that one. It’s truly a pity, that more than a half of what was going on, didn’t get recorded in image. Maybe next time you'll do better - oh... That's actually not a bad idea at all… Looks like you are in for another bet.

Blade

His situation is… quite peculiar. First of all, he has so little care for his own phone outside using it to get info for the mission, to the point ANYONE from the Stellaron Hunters can just take it and do whatever with it (Silver Wolf and Kafka practice it a lot). Even your relationship doesn’t change it much, he messages you rarely and quite shortly, preferring to save the conversation for personal interaction. 

However recently, Kafka has been putting a plan into action - the first step of which was banning everyone from getting into his phone (herself excluded). Then she’d start sending her colleague an occasional picture of a set of lingerie she’s oh so sure would look wonderful on you. Blade never answers, but he doesn’t tell her off either, and by the snooping she knows that the pictures get bookmarked, the links for the shops she attaches are visited, and sums of money are being spent.

Oh, and by checking the chat… She knows you get them delivered. Does she text you to shower you with compliments? She does. At first it was a little embarrassing and you asked Blade if he could, maybe, pay better attention to his phone??? But soon, when your lover started showing the telltale signs of jealousy... It became pretty hot (plus praise from THE Kafka? Ego-boosting).

Blade doesn’t voice it, but more than seeing you all pretty for him, he loves seeing you ruined for him, and doesn’t complain when you ask him to take a picture with your phone of whatever part of you, focusing on the marks, or the torn crotch of your panties, or something alike… There are times when he would text you with a simple ‘send me pictures with torn stockings’ or ‘yesterday. open nipples bra. now’ , because he knows you have them, and you deliver, because you know he loves them. 

Has his favorites:

Depicts your thighs, bitten and opened wide, while the black panties are pushed aside to let two thick, scar-covered fingers dive into your pussy.

Your body after one of the sessions - bra roughly pushed down under the mark-covered breasts, panties missing, one stocking still on the leg, but with multiple holes in it, and the other tying your wrists above your head.

A small video you insisted on recording of the man tugging onto your garter belt whenever he wanted your hips to push towards his thrust, threatening for the thin elastic material to snap.

Even though he doesn’t save them, he knows how to get an easy access to them, so for Blade it works quite fine (and Kafka’s plan does too, making Blade look less intimacy-repulsed and spicing up your relationship).

Boothill

A cyborg, whose only human part of the body is the head, and sex life… How can this be possible? 

Oh, trust me, it can. Sure, his bodily reaction differs, but he still is excited to get nudes from you, finally able to express through the text what he really thinks with that foul mouth of his. A voice recording of you dirty talking to him? Awesome. A video? You can bet his engine is overheating and vents are whirring.

But in all honesty, the ones he truly loves and returns to are the recordings of him doing stuff to you. Call him self-conscious, it’s not like he can bite back with a swear, but the reminder that he can bring you pleasure even now is sometimes necessary.

The lights are intimately dimmed, not enough to bring the room into utter darkness. Two bodies are lying almost intertwined with your back turned to the camera. The metal arm of your lover has sneaked under your side and around your waist, fingers digging into the plush glob of your ass, tugging on it, to further the spread which is created by your leg thrown over his hip. Your pussy is perfectly presented to the camera, puffy and slick, with two gray plated fingers massaging it. Digits slide up and down your labia, occasionally staying on the clit, to rub tight circles on it and elicit some sweet moans out of you, only to return to their previous ministrations, dipping the tips juuust a little bit into the quivering hole. Your back arches and body deliciously shivers from the contrast of his cool and your heat, and you softly whine, when he releases your ass cheek to give it a spank and then grab it again, unwilling to let the sight of your cunt escape his phone’s camera. You whimper something, muffled by his chest, but he remembers by heart what you were begging for. ‘Please, put your mouth on me.’ He will, in a minute, but right now he pushes both fingers to the second knuckle in, making you jolt in his hold, but not letting you go anywhere.

It’s captivating, how his inhuman digits disappear and reappear with every thrust he makes; slick-covered they look shiny, as if you polished them, and the cyborg shudders, imagining your tongue running around them. That’s one dangerous video, he may just give in to his want to see you and abandon the mission he was assigned to…

Dr Veritas Ratio

Unsurprisingly, Veritas’ phone doesn’t contain that much stuff in general. Maybe some downloaded articles, notes to put down later, if he doesn’t have a piece of paper at the moment, and very few pictures, mainly of his writings on the chalkboard. Don’t be discouraged though, of course he has pictures of you. Some selfies you took after “borrowing” his phone and ones he doesn’t have a heart to delete (but he will scoff at you, should you decide to tease him), and some very well-thought images he took on his own accord - he needs reference for when he decides to let his mind rest from research and focus on sculpting.

And one might think that such a reserved and cold man will not entertain storing anything explicit on his phone. Well, he indeed does not have any pictures and videos saved - if he wants, he can either find what you sent him via your chat or just demand your assistance. However… There is something that strangely became his way of concentrating when doing his research…

”Oh! Mh- *thrust* Veri- ohmygod! *thrust*”

“Wait- Aaah! I can’t! I’m sore! MmmmMMM!” “No, you can and you will. Now hold still, I can’t eat you out if you keep thrashing around.” “Oh Aeons!”

*Slick sounds of you going down on him, gurgling and choking on his girth, occasionally gasping to catch your breath, only to have his cock buried in your throat again*

“Baaaby… I miss you so much… Can I come to your office? I promise to be good… Just need to cockwarm you - nothing else I swear. Let me keep you company pleeease. Imagine how nicely it'd be to have your cock buried in my pussy, while you are working… Need to help you with stress-relief, it's gonna feel so-so good.”

“Oh fuck, o-oh, love, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I’mcumMIN-” “Ngh, s-so…tight…” “Aaaaaaah~!”

“Veritas Ratio, if you come home in ten minutes, I will give you a nice massage and then ride you damn cock, till the only thing you can think about is not your work, but me. If you fail to do so though… I wonder if my threat to use some toys instead will work. Just know that your wife is very mad. And horny.”

It doesn't matter if the audio was taken while you were intimate or it was something you sent to him and he saved - he thoroughly enjoys everything your voice has to offer to him. And if instead of concentrated it accidentally makes him horny - he'll just play the next one, while undoing his pants.

Gallagher

Oh, this man is a menace. And a huge ass-lover. His gallery is full of pictures of your booty: clothed, just panty-clad or bare. There are shots with your body clearly being bent, ass up and back covered in his load. Videos of him fucking you from behind, with cock sliding in and out of your pussy? Obviously. Recordings of it jiggling as he spanks you? Would’ve been strange if they weren’t there.

However, in that vast collection of his, there is a video that’s most peculiar - one might say scandalous. It was one of those nights when he took over the bar for Siobhan and you came over at some point, all enticing and so sexy in that little dress of yours… He could not resist taking you right there once the establishment was closed. And it got on security camera...

Moans so loud, that they are reaching the recording device, are still of the delicious kind. Your back is arched over the bar counter, arms lifted and wrists tied by none other but Gallagher’s wine-red tie, and held by his own hand for good measure. The front of your dress is pushed down, revealing your pretty breasts, jiggling with every thrust of the man’s hips, and the hem of it has ridden up, baring your stomach and mark-covered thighs. Your lover is barely unclothed, pants and boxers pushed down just enough to free his cock and the tie, obviously, missing. The hand that is not holding your wrists, is grabbing onto your leg, under the knee, lifting it for a better angle, and showing off a lewd detail - your black lace panties hanging on your shin. You are looking positively debauched, and he is no better, groaning and cursing, with an occasional exceptionally rough trust that makes you scream and whine. There are teeth-gritted ‘slut’s and huskily chuckled ‘bad girl’s with your pleading ‘sir’s and ‘Gal’s, all of that deliciously seasoned with the clapping of the wet skin colliding. But nothing beats the moment of you cumming, depicted by no less than three cameras from all of the hottest angles…

Of course this footage was ‘confiscated’ by him with some dumb excuse for Siobhan (he doubts she believed it, given the knowing look and shit-eating grin she gave him), with all traces destroyed except just one copy thoroughly hidden on his phone. He thinks you two should repeat that - this time, however, he’d love to bend you over the counter with your back facing him…

Gepard Landau

Gepard would die if someone took his phone and got into his gallery. Poor man has to change the password weekly to throw Serval off his case (she was only teasing, but that made her brother paranoid). There is a reason for such behavior - while he is way too sweet and gentlemanly to suggest making sexy pics or, Supreme Guardian forgive, videos, he can't help but to be too whipped for you. 

This man dutifully saves every single photo and video of yours - nudes included.

You don't send them very often - you don't want to kill your darling husband. But sometimes the yearning is unbearable, and there is a suffocating need to show Gepard what he is missing while away on duty (you always leave a warning message though, so he could check it while alone and undisturbed).

No matter how red and embarrassed he gets, the man timidly admits that he enjoys this kind of attention. He is not beyond the earthly pleasures - he too has a favorite theme, that recently became more present in what you send him…

At first you looked so absolutely cute and domestic with his huge sweater on, the one you personally knitted for him - the beginning of the video didn’t look all that different from the photos you sent him just minutes before. But soon it becomes clear why you asked if he was alone, because once you position the phone and climb onto the bed, your full attire gets revealed. White stockings are replacing your usual home pants, and as your fingers grab the hem of the sweater and tug it up, the white panties from a matching set start peaking. The view is both pure and alluring, with the way your legs are spreading wide, and the sweater being pushed further up, baring your braless breasts. The hem gets secured between your teeth and both hands teasingly run down your sides, index fingers drawing circles around the tits, before squeezing them; as one remains right there, the other slowly slides down your stomach, disappearing under the hem of those flimsy panties. Imagination paints wild images - every next is hotter than the previous, and only your muffled moans of his name and rapidly rising chest are indicators of how good you feel with fingers pushing in and out of your pussy. And that damn sweater… You are not taking it off.

The Captain of the Silvermane Guards has one guilty pleasure - you, wearing his clothes. Domesticity, longing, finding comfort in something of his touches his heart and heightens his love and desire for you, almost making him consider taking a regular day off.

Jing Yuan

This man literally worships the ground his wife is walking on, so OF COURSE he wants to have as many pictures and videos of you as possible. It gets so boring and lonely when he is at work, after all. But don’t be fooled by his sweet and innocent smile, there are not only cute shots of you both or just you, he has sexy stuff too.

Man is obsessed with your chest. It’s his favorite pillow (thus so many pictures of him snuggling his face right between your breasts), his best stress-relief (photos and short videos of his big veiny hands cupping and squeezing your girls, with an occasional swipe of the thumbs over the erect nipples), his favorite place to leave marks on (no one can see them under the clothes, but just one tug of his finger on your collar and he is met with a delicious sight. Plus the photos he asks to send occasionally).

Loves, loves, loves, purchasing lingerie for you and when you demonstrate your bra-clad tits. He immediately wants them in his face, but there is the phone screen keeping him away.

But oh does he love recordings of playing with them.

Your body is steadily bouncing on your husband’s lap, creating a beautiful melody of skin slapping against skin. There is an occasional peak of his thick cock, covered in your juices, that immediately disappears again, undoubtedly swallowed by your pussy. One strong arm is wrapped around your waist, supporting you, while the other hand is palming at your left breast. The right one has fallen victim to his eager mouth, lips wrapped around the nipple, sucking on it tenderly, tongue toying with the overstimulated nub. His eyes are half-lidded when he looks up at you, moaning around your breast, when you tug on his luscious locks, trying to push him away, to give you a small rest. He is drawing back indeed, planting a soft kiss to the valley between the jiggling globes, and you sigh in relief, deceived by his affectionate action. Only for you back to arch and mouth hang in a loud moan, when Jing Yuan brings your other breast to his awaiting tongue, dropping both hands to your hips to aid you in speeding up your riding, sensing your nearing orgasm.

Maybe next time you should try recording him making you cum by playing with your chest only… Ah, just the thought makes his cock swell.

Loucha

As much as Loucha enjoys your company and more often than not allows you to accompany him in his journeys, there are times when he can’t take you with him. Which means he leaves for weeks, or sometimes a couple of months, going through the days without a single touch from you. Before getting into a relationship with you, he could survive without intimacy just fine, but now, since he knows the taste of affection and being spoiled by you, it’s getting hard.

That’s when recordings on his phone come in handy, especially when there is no opportunity of a video call to indulge. And there is one he most frequently returns to…

Your chest is rising and falling, pretty breasts with perky nipples brought together by a wrap of a rope. Red and purple marks bloom on your skin akin flowers, some fresh, some from days before. Sweat shines on your hot skin, indicating just for how long the blonde has been torturing you with pleasure and denial. There is a small shake of the video, as your lover is establishing his phone, having just started the recording, and softly making you aware of how good you look - you wouldn’t know with that blindfold covering your eyes. Once the angle is perfect - capturing your arms, tied above the head, the arch of your back and thighs pushed together for stimulation, the man is joining you on the bed. It is cock-hardening, how you lift your head to find his lips, when you sense him leaning down, needily allowing him to indulge in a kiss before the game of orgasm denial continues. His hand meanwhile is creeping down your body, starting with caressing your cheek, fingers sliding down your neck, over the swell of your breast, thumb pushing against the nipple, eliciting a moan out of you right into his mouth, and then palm splaying on your stomach, traveling even lower, before it disappears between your thighs.

Loucha is a man of foreplay. There is nothing more satisfying to him, than indulging into your body before sinking his cock into your warmth. He loves making you squirm, completely at his mercy, drawing you right to the edge, and then denying you the sweet release, just to make you yearn, just to stretch the process out.

Sampo Koski

Sampo is nasty and that is not a secret. I am sure, if you were up for it, he’d suggest filming porn just for the giggles (and extra cash, come on, you both are fucking hot). There are teasing nudes and intimate videos, and it’s not a rare occasion of either of you texting the other with some found porn with a caption ‘let’s try it?’ and you do, frequently recording the process to compare later, and claiming that your performance is better.

However, sometimes it tends to not go according to the script (not like you usually have one). Sampo is chaotic and it’s not hard to lose focus with a lover like him, and these exact moments are Koski’s favorite. Despite being a Masked Fool, during these times he himself looks so sincere, it’s as unnerving, as it is exciting. Rewatching such videos and seeing how you mirror the look in his eyes, giggle with him, even crack a joke, all without ruining the mood - makes him believe he’s found his soulmate (and if you did film porn with him, he’d never share this level of intimacy with your viewers, it solely belongs to you two).

You are giggling, shaking your head with a wide smile, all the while lying on your stomach between his toned mark-covered thighs and leisurely fisting his hard, leaking cock with an angrily red tip. 

‘Sampo, please, be a little serious, we are trying to be sexy here.’

‘We are sexy! What’s not hot in shaping my and your pubic hairs into the lips?? They could kiss, when we fuck!’

‘You are unbelievable,’ you snort, trying to save the last bits of your composure, and leaning forward to mouth at his tight balls. This makes your lover pornographically (how ironic) moan, throwing his head back.

‘Mmm, yes, right there~ Oooh… If am soooo unbelievable, it must mean I am dreamy? How about I bring you to a Penacony, to a Dreamscape? I bet in your dream I’d be as good in bed as I am in reality.’

Your resolve snaps and you burst out laughing, letting go of his sack and pressing your face to his thigh, shaking, dropping the hand from around his cock. Sampo whines.

‘Come ooooon, I was so close!’

‘Shu-ah-ha-t-ah-uh-p,’ you manage through your laughter. The man pouts, but the gaze of mint green is summer-warm as he is looking down at your trembling form. Your voice is pretty, your cackles are pretty, and oh damn he is laughing too.

And these are just the first few minutes of the last video, the thing has a duration of half an hour, so, obviously, you didn’t stop there. That’s what Sampo Koski loves - no matter how cringe you become, it’s never a reason to stop the whole process. If anything it’s something to spark an even longer and intimacy-filled one.

Sunday

Keeping personal stuff on his phone is quite dangerous, given Sunday’s position. That’s why he owns two phones - his work one, and one to mainly contact you, his sister, and a small circle of the most trusted people. He is extremely good at handling the owning of two separate devices, never mistaking one for another, that people are often convinced he has only one.

But it’s his personal cellphone that interests us. Oh, does he have a whole collection of photos and videos of you, one folder in particular hidden just for good measure. Sunday is a collected and regal man, yet it doesn’t mean he has a hard time enjoying your teasing. Quite contrary, sometimes he welcomes it, loving the photos you send him from an outing, shopping for clothes, or better yet, lingerie, sending him multiple shots of different sets and asking him which he loves most, and which he’d like to see on you tonight. 

There are videos too, especially when he’s been extremely busy, and you are oh so needy, sending him short recordings of touching yourself, sighing out his name, begging him to come and help you. However, there is one he particularly likes…

Big silicone cock is being pushed in and out by the machine he purchased for you to quell your need when your husband can’t be there for you. You are on your stomach, with hips slightly raised and pushed backwards, chasing the toy, and he can see the perfect outline of your pussy, outer lips swollen and puffy, covered in a sticky substance, opening and constricting in attempts to accommodate the girth. Your moans are sweet, so-so sweet, hitting a high pitch, when the dildo falls out and a thick glob of cum substitute escapes your pussy. And then another, and another, messing your thighs even more, ruining the towel underneath you. Yet you don’t stop, reaching behind, and pushing the tip back into your tight warmth, making the toy pick its pace again. It’s squelching, it’s so dirty, but it’s so hard to look away. You give yourself creampie, after creampie, sometimes stopping to collect the substance and push it inside with your digits, fingering, moaning and whining for your husband, wishing it’s his cum sploshing between your walls, breeding you.

Yes, it’s his favorite, almost 4-minute video. Ever the neat freak, he can’t deny you look heavenly when ruined, on an equally ruined bed, begging for his attention and semen. You have to forget about the machine for some time, however, because since then Sunday has been truly devoted to breeding you.

#kichis smutty read♡

[kichikichiko]

#palestine #genshin impact smut #genshin impact #putting genshin as the tag to reach more people #gaza #freepalastine🇵🇸

[kichikichiko]

HI HI HELLO! I saw ur cat n mouse gamr for Wriothesley and loved the idea so much! I would like to request f! Reader x wanderer (genshin) playing a cat n mouse game as well hehe. And if you dont mind please do write more on the smut part I am very curious on how itll play out 🫢 TY!

CAT & MOUSE 2 !

character pairing: wanderer / scaramouche x f!reader

warnings: smut, degradation(use of 'slut, whore') + a little praise, oral (m!receiving), cat & mouse game, slight bondage (ropes🤭)

a/n: Hi~, apologies for such a late response :(. had to get some sort of inspo flowing. i'm glad you enjoyed, & hope you enjoy this one even more <3.

"where are you, slut." wanderer's tone echos throughout the house.

you're hiding - hiding, being bratty, as usual. getting your boyfriend all riled up, only to leave him to deal with his boner himself.

not this time, though. it seems you've gotten him a little too riled up today.

you slap a hand over your mouth when you hear his shoes against the hardwood floor, hoping he doesn't find you.

now you're realizing its foolish - and your hiding place doesn't make it any better. under the bed, really?

"come out, come out, wherever you are.." he calls again, obviously teasing you. hes so close, so near, yet you don't have sight of him.

the adrenaline rush is addictive. it's probably the main reason you're doing this to begin with. the rush of hiding, and the chance of being caught, and fucked to oblivion?

its addicting.

you notice it goes quiet. it doesnt seem like the wanderer is walking anymore, nor is he calling for you.

theres only one conclusion you can come to when this occurs.

and before you know it, you're yanked up by your ankles and pinned to the ground.

you've been caught.

you fight him, for the fun of it. to give him a hard time, not that you want to win. not necessarily. the whole point is to get under his skin.

finally, he gets you under control, and thats when you notice a rope being held between his teeth. he holds your hands above your head with one hand, while with the other, he works to tie your wrists together.

"scara - let's talk about this!" you whine, only adding fuel to the fire. you knew he wouldn't wanna talk - why would he?

without a word, he throws you onto the bed you once were taking cover under. "not another word, you hear me?" he demands. "say anything more, and I'll stuff that pretty mouth with my cock."

your eyes narrow, analyzing his. lust swirls in his pupils, a gaze of daggers stabbing you. though, despite the betting stare he's giving, you take it as an opportunity to provoke him more.

"well, if you're so bold, do it-"

you're basically cut off at the last syllable of your sentence when he moves you off the bed. his grip is harsh on your waist, and you were on the ground before you knew it.

"open your mouth," he says in a haste, unbuckling his pants and fiddling with his zipper.

"wha-"

"open. your. fucking. mouth." he demands, stroking the bud of precum over his cock as he waits. you let your tongue fall out of your mouth, mouth wide, awaiting to be filled by his cock.

not taking more than a minute, he shoves his cock down your throat, immediately fucking you.

"you," he pants, the warmth of your throat hitting him like a truck. like a pressure he never knew he needed for the minute. "fuckin' slut. always rilin' me up n', shit."

he continues to shove himself down your throat, your gags filling the otherwise quiet house. he grabs a harsh fistful of your hair and your hands go to massage his balls, tempting him to cum down your throat.

his head tilts back. "god, damnit. you're sucha little slut, fuck, taking my cock like a good little girl. mmh, g'na let me cum down your slutty little throat? huh?"

you attempt to moan in response, the tightening gesture throwing scaramouche over the edge, filling your throat with his seed.

he waits for you to finish sucking every little bit off his cock before moving you to the bed. "good little slut, you must like to be used." he mumbles, turning you over on your stomach and arching your back. "g'na treat you how you want, yeah? like the little whore you love to be."

#kichis smutty read♡

[kichikichiko]

Hey

Can i please hsc dating for Po (kung-fu panda)

What do you like about him?

AAAAA MY FIRST KUNG FU PANDA REQUEST!! I'd be delighted to do this anon Po is my 2nd favourite character after Tai Lung :>>>>>>

Synopsis: headcanons of dating Po the dragon warrior!

Pairing: Po x kung fu gn! Reader (Animal type is up to you)

Cw: headcanon, fluff, probably not proofread, Po is a sweetheart what else to say???

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“What do you like about him?” someone asks you.

Po is the Dragon warrior of the valley of Peace, of course everyone loves him, but no one loves him more than you do.

When you and Po make it official, he basically would talk about it NON STOP.

Out on a mission? He tells the furious 5 that he misses you already, even though he just left the valley a minute ago.

AND can see your figure in the distance, watching him wave farewell by the bridge

Out to another part of China and staying at an inn? He’d tell the innkeeper about having a partner and would tell them all the amazing things about you

Maybe even the embarrassing ones too, but not on purpose!

He just pays close attention to you, loves you and every part of you

He fights enemies? Po had always been one to talk during battle. So to no one’s surprise, as he’s kicking butts he’d tell the enemy that he has a partner that he so adores, and who he misses so much

It gets pretty annoying for the enemies to the point they just have the urge to beat him up even more. Not they can but oh well.

One of Po’s favourite moments is when he sees your face when he comes back from a mission

Your smile and the way you’d run up to him to give him a big hug.

You're smaller than him, but even they he could feel how tight you wrap your (wings/paws/arms) around him.

Just by your hug alone he can tell how much you missed him as well

“Po you're back! How was the mission? Were you hurt?” you’d ask while checking his whole body for any cuts, injuries and bruises.

If you catch him come back home with an injury no matter how small, you’d yell and panic while dragging him back to the village to attend to him

Even if he tell you over and over it’s fine and that it doesn't hurt as much, you refuse to let him walk around with an injury

He loves that you care so much about him.

Po loves to bring back souvenirs for you as well when he goes out on a mission.

Be it keychains, posters, food or anything.

If he sees something cool that he knows you’d like he’d get it.

You appreciate all of the gifts he gives you and keep it on a shelf in your home that you have dedicated to the stuff Po gives you.

Whenever he visits your place, he’d take a glance at that shelf and smile to himself.

Happy that you appreciate his gifts enough to dedicate a whole shelf for it.

Po makes some of the best noodles in the village

He is the son of Mr. Ping, the goose who owns the best noodle shop in town

Whenever you both decide to have a chill date, you’d both go up your favourite hill and enjoy some of Po’s noodles

“Po seriously you can do EVERYTHING! Kick butts, save the world and make noodles!” you praised him, while gulping down his noodles

“Nahhh my dad makes the best noodles, but I am very good at kicking butts and saving the world" he chuckles, acting all so humble.

You don’t argue though

because even if he thinks he doesn’t make the best noodles, he is right about being good at his job as the dragon warrior.

Po also appreciates that you don’t date him just because he is the dragon warrior.

You don’t treat him like a trophy, make his job the main focus of everything.

You see Po for Po, and you are with him BECAUSE he is him, not the dragon warrior.

If Po starts doubting who he is as a person, you gently remind him and lead him back to the right path and show him who he truly is.

“Never lose sight of who you are, Po.”

When the valley is in danger, his very first instinct is to find you and protect you. He knows that the safety of everyone else in the valley is in good hands… paws and wings.

He’d (try) run to where you live and when he finds you he will be very relieved.

If you are unharmed this is how he’d react:

“(Name) I’m so glad you're safe” and just like you, he’d check your body for any injuries. “I’ll get you out of here okay? Just stay with my dad and I’ll find you once this is all over.”

“Okay, please be careful Po,” you nodded in agreement, holding his paws with a worried expression.

“I promise.” He would do anything to keep his promise. Po couldn't bear to break it

If you are harmed this is how he’d react:

When Po finds you harmed, be it with any of your body parts stuck under rubble or getting an injury that causes you to be in pain…

He’d panic and the anger sets in

He’d save you first, carry you bridal style and run away from the scene leaving the enemy (if there is any) with the furious 5 “You're going to be just fine (name)! I promise you so don’t leave me now!”

It’s clear in his face that he is very, very worried for you and your wellbeing

Po would put the blame on himself if he ever lost you.

Will think it's all his fault that he wasn't by your side to protect you

You being attentive as always even when in pain, realise this and gently smiled at him with all the strength you have left

“Po, I’m going to be just fine, okay? Don’t worry. I won’t leave you”

With your whispered reassurance, he becomes less tense and nods. Believing your words.

There was just no way you’d leave him here all alone. You will be with him through every step of the way, and him with you.

When everything is done and he defeats the enemy, he’ll find you ( and his dad) immediately.

Overall, Po would be a wonderful boyfriend. He may not be smart, but he does make you feel loved, safe, happy and content.

And that is truly, all that matters.

“Everything” you respond with a smile.

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Slow burn or love at first sight? pt.2

A/N: I'm so excited to write this especially for Ayato, because he was the first five star I triple crowned and still holds that title till this day ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

PART 1: Kazuha, Tighnari, Heizou

Ayato, Kaveh, Childe x fem!reader, Slow Burn, love at first sight, headcanon, fluff, probably proofread idk 😭

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AYATO ▪︎ pillar of fortitude

Ayato was called to the tenshukaku to meet up with Kujou Sara, future head of the Tenryou commission

When he first arrived there, from the corner of his eyes he saw you, sweeping up the floor near the entrance to the tenshukaku

When he wanted to get a full view of you, you were already gone

"Strange" he thought to himself before making his way to the Tenryou commission's headquarter

Few hours passed and the meeting came to a close

By then Ayato was already walking away from the tenshukaku

He was still thinking about the girl he saw from the corner of his eye

As if right in cue, you appeared again not in front of him no, but still in the tenshukaku walls watering the plants while humming

He looked behind when he heard a lovely voice coming from inside the Tenshukaku

And he saw you

You must be new because the head of the kamisato clan has never seen you once everytime he visits the Tenshukaku

Ayati stared at you for a while admiring your singing and what youre doing before he was brought back to reality by one of his bodyguards

"Lord Ayato? Is there something the matter?"

"Oh no" he whipped his head away and gave the bodyguard his signature smile "I just thought I forgot something"

Ayato thought that within a day or 2 he'd forget about you but boy was he wrong

For a whole week all he could think about was you

During boring meetings with his retainers, he'd daydream for a while and the first thought that would come to his mind, was your singing

Ayato never told any one of this

Not even his dearest sister Ayaka

He'll forget about you soon, he thought to himself, still convinced that one day he will just stop thinking about you

After a week or so the head of thr Kamisato clan was told (forced actually) to go out and get some fresh air by Ayaka and Thoma after burying himself with piles and piles of paperwork as usual

He decided to take a stroll out in Inazuma city and see the bustling markets which are usually full in the mornings

Ayaka and Thoma agreed to catch up with hin later as Ayaka had a meeting herself and Thoma was called in by Kujou Sara to teach someone about cleaning and housework

So the head of the Kamisato clan was finally walking in the streets of Inazuma, smelling the aroma of freshly cooked food

Admiring the people gathering up in all the stalls to by some vegetables and fruits

While he himself decided to buy boba as he waits

Not so long after he heard someone call out to him

Averting his focus away from watching a street food vendor making taiyaki,

He saw Thoma and Ayaka waving at him, and he saw a 3rd person hiding behind Thoma both hands on her thighs, smiling and looking down as if a sign to show respect

Ayato walked over to them and wondering who that person behind Thoma was

Her features were covered by Thoma so Ayati couldnt really tell

"My Lord sorry we took so long, I got so immersed in teaching her about cleaning and cooking I didn't see the time" Thoma started before moving away slightly to dully reveal who was behind him

"This is (name) the new housekeeper for the Tenshukaku, Kujou Sara wanted me to teach her the basics and the tips and tricks so I couldnt decline the offer"

Ayato's eyes widen a bit as he recognised you in an instant

He thought you looked more stunning face to face

you raised your head to make eye contact with him and bowed again once you introduced yourself "Hello Lord Ayato, I am (name), I hope you dont mind me coming here with Lady Ayaka and housekeeper Thoma, Thoma insisted that I come here to meet you"

Ayato loved how you spoke, it was gentle and soft, although something tells him that when you both get closer, your personality might change when you get comfortable around him

And he wants to be able to see just wnat lies behind your prim and proper self

"Hello (name) its a pleasure to make your aquaintance, I dont mind you coming here with my sister and Thoma, in fact I welcome you" he smiled

"So tell me, how did Thoma teach you? Was it good? Did you experience any discomfort?" He moved his body slightly and extended his arm out to the city as if to tell you to come take a walk with him as you both talked

You understood and started walking beside him

Ayaka and Thoma new a special bond was forming between the 2 of you

And they cant wait to see it bloom into something much more

KAVEH ▪︎ empyrean reflection

Kaveh got a new client and of course of to work he was

He heard you wanted to make a house just outside of sumeru city

Kaveh thought it was a good idea as he doesnt really fancy the idea of building a big home in sumeru city, where there isnt a lot of spaces anymore

"Ms. (Name).... hm..." he looked at the letter you wrote to him telling him where to meet up and your name, trying to find out where you are at Puspa cafe

"Hi are you Mr.Kaveh?" A voice called out to him making him raise his head from the letter making eye contact with you

He froze in his spot looking at you eyes widen

You were stunning

The way your eyes met hin shyly and your brows furrowed slightly as if youre worried you got the wrong person makes you all the more cuter

"Uhm.. sir?" He flinched a bit and shakes his head

How could he do such a thing! Staring at you for who knows how long

He must have made you uncomfortable

And made a bad first impression

Kicking himself mentally rn

He cleared his throat and stood up from his seat "I apologise for staring at you like that ms, I was just stunned with your beauty, yes I am Kaveh you must be Ms (name) correct?"

You blushed a bit at his words and smiled "oh uh yes I am and its quite alright I dont mind... and thank you, you got me worried for a bit. I thought I got the wrong person" you nervously chuckled

"My my, a beautiful name for a beautiful lady" he smiled "shall we get to work ms (name)?" Extending his arm to the chair in front of him, motioning you to sit down

"Oh yes of course!" You were starting to like him already, recieving such compliments in a way where he said it so casually makes your stomach flutter

You took a seat down in front of him and started discussing about your house and where you want it located

Soon minutes turn into hours and you both went from talking about your house to the akademiya to random silly things

You both didnt even realise the sun was about to go down

The only reason you both even realised was when a waiter asked if you both still wanted to stay for dinner or not

Stunned you both whipped your head out to the window to see, the sun going down

Kaveh and you looked back at each other and turned into a laughing fit

"Oh goodness have we been here all day?" You said between gasps of air

"Oh it seems like we have been here all day ms (name)" he replied laughing along

The waiter was confused asf

Mans not paid enough to deal with this😭

After Kaveh calmed down he looked at you and smiled "so how bout we order diner here as well? My treat"

"Oh no let's split the bill mr.Kaveh, I insist"

You both stayed for a little longer before Kaveh walked you home

"Lets do this again someday shall we?"

"Of course"

TARTAGLIA ▪︎ Childe

When childe first arrived in Liyue his first main concern was food

The man was hungry so he went to xinyue Kiosk

You were his waitress for the day and you did your job well

You just wanted to be paid 😭

He thanked you for your generosity, ate, paid and left.

That was the end of it and you both went about your day

Weeks have passed and Childe came back to Xinyue Kiosk

Lo and behold you were his waitress again

"Its been a while sir! Welcome back, what would you like to order?" You smiled taking your notepad in your hand, waiting to write down what the gingered hair man would like to order

"Hey again! Yeah i just really like the food here so of course I came back" he laughed "i dont know what I want, how about you surprise me hm? Give me 3 of your best dishes"

You nodded and began to write down "coming right up mr.tartaglia will that be all?"

"Yes indeed thank you again"

Same thing happened again, he ate thanked you for your the meal, paid and left

And a week passes by and he comes back again and again

However this time around was different

"Mr. Tartaglia welcome back, what would you like to order this time?"

He chuckles slightly and greets you "hello again ms (name), Im not sure, I really just miss eating Snezhnayan dishes if Im being honest"

"Oh... I see"

Silence ensued before you spoke again

"What are some dishes you miss from your homeland mr. Tartaglia?"

He looked at you for a while before smiling remininicing the time he ate local dishes from the land of snow "solyanka..." he started "my mother use to make me that when me and my siblings rolled around in the snow"

"What does it taste like?" You asked again curious

"Its a very filling dish, meat, mushroom and the best part is the soup. Made from pickled cucumbers and brine. God thinking about it makes my mouth drool" he laughed before changing the topic

"Anyways enough of that how about I order black perch stew yeah?"

You got so caught up with the conversation you forgot you were still working

"Oh yes of course, I'll get it right out asap sir"

You were determined to make childe solyanka

After all, his generosity towards the restaraunt was appreciated by everyone working

And youve formed a great bond with him over the several weeks he came by

It was the least you could do

Later evening you came by to the northland bank

You knew he worked there as the 2 of you chatted a bit about his work

You were hesitant to step in and the guard on stand by came to you

"Is there any assistance you require?"

You flinched a bit, the person was wearing a mask which freaked you a bit but you ended up mustering enough courage to talk

"Uh.. is mr. Tartaglia still here? Im a waitress from Xiyue kiosk and Im here to deliver a meal to him"

The guard stayed silent for a while before replying

"Im sorry if youre not here to take out money from the bank I cannot let you in however, Mr. Tartaglia is still inside I could take the meal from you and deliver it to him and-"

The door opened and you made eye contact with the ginger haired man

"Ms (name)? What are you doing here?" He asked, eyes widened

" Mr. Tartaglia!" You wanted to continue but you eyed the guard and stopped talking.

Childe followed your eyes and understood you were uncomfortable "please leave your post. Come back in a bit"

The guard nodded and left

You let out a sigh of relief and contined "I just wanted to deliver this for you. Personally made by me"

You handed him the bag of food and he took it, opening it

"Uhm. Its my first time trying to make the dish you described before so Im so sorry if it doesnt taste right..." you shyly continued.

"(Name) how did you... this smells amazing and looks exactly like how my mother made it" he looked at you again in awe

He was touched that you'd go as far as to make a dish from his homeland specifically for him

" I asked a few Snezhnayans around here about it, and asked one for a copy of the recipie. I wanted to thank you for your endless support and kindness on behalf of Xiyue Kiosk. And you missed your food from your homeland so.. I just-"

Childe came towards you and pulled yoy in for a hug, while still holding the dish in one hand

"Thank you so much. I'll treasure this. I owe you big time ms.(name)"

You hugged him back awkwardly and smiled "mr. Tartaglia its truly no problem!"

"Please, call me childe"

"Alright Childe, do call me (name) since were going on 1st name basis now"

After that, you watched as childe enjoyed his meal and talked for a bit

He'll be visiting you more often soon

And maybe ask you to hang out one day when you both are free :))

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— Move your body, darling.

Summary: You’ve started working out, and your boyfriend encourages you.

Characters: Scaramouche/Wanderer, Albedo, Xiao, Childe, Kaeya, Arataki Itto x gender neutral reader.

Word count: 3.2k.

Tags: fluff, slight crack, suggestive (allusions at doing the deed in Kaeya’s but nothing ex.plicit), soft and supportive boyfriends.

Author’s note: A little something for my dearest @bunny-rambles <3 I hope you like it, love !

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SCARAMOUCHE

Pretends he doesn’t care, letting slip some comments about how “foolish humans are to believe they can get stronger like that”.

In reality, he’s probably one of the most (if not the most) supportive of this bunch.

Need anything afterwards? He’ll bring it to you, no matter how much he grumbles. And no, don’t try to stop him, because “you are clearly not in the right conditions to do it yourself”. His words not mine, by the way.

Did you drink enough water? Or fruit juice? Or something cold after your work out? You better, he “threatens”, but honestly, he’s happy to prepare it for you (even if he pouts like a grumpy cat).

The afternoon sun is scorching as you keep count of the times you’ve folded and unfolded your legs.

Up, and down, up and down, and up, and down again. Pause. Repeat.

You can’t pinpoint the exact moment, but the idea of getting into shape and strengthening your body crossed your mind a few days ago.

Was it to be able to beat your boyfriend for once in sparring?

That would be unrealistic, thinking on it, considering how he went to godhood and back, and was reborn from his own fall from grace.

Pehaps it was to actually prove to him, that no, not all humans are so ephemeral and frail as he deems them to be.

Yes, that definitely makes more sense.

And maybe, somewhere inside of you, you just want to be a little stronger, because as attractive as Scaramouche looks obliterating enemies, you know how heavy your hypothetic hurt and loss hang over him.

So, with that thought spurring you on, you get back to your workout, some of the energy you’re expending slightly recovered with this re-discovered motivation.

Unaware to you, a pair of vibrant violet eyes have been watching you for a while. The smile painted on his porcelain-like features speaking the words his eyes conceal behind the curtain of dusk that is his hair.

Leaning against the wall and with arms crossed over his chest, the wanderer decides he can indulge for a little longer in the sight of you.

That is, until a familiar child-like voice interrupts him.

“Oh, so they are the one you cherish!”

His cheeks dye in the color of Zaytun peaches at that statement, his figure leaning off the wall in a flurry.

“Shhh, Lesser Lord Kusanali, please not now!” He whisper-shouts.

Nahida gives him a closed eyed smile, as if she hadn’t completely gotten through his practiced haughty facade.

Then, her inquisitive viridian eyes flit to you and to the ex-harbinger again.

“You know, it’s okay to show them your support. They’ll appreciate it, I’m sure!” She encourages him. “It’s the same as when you cultivate flowers.” She gestures with her small hands. “No colorful petal can truly bloom without love, in the same way no fruit will ripen without sun or water.”

And Scaramouche isn’t sure if it’s because of his mentor’s wise words, or because you look like you’re about to pass out from dehydration; but next thing he knows, he’s walking towards you with a bottle of Harra fruit juice in hand.

“When will you learn to take care?” Your wanderer scolds, at the same time his cheeks mirror the warm rays of the low sun in the horizon.

ALBEDO

Oh, he’s smooth. Like, he doesn’t even have to try to make you flustered.

And the best thing is, sometimes (when he wants to, that is) he looks innocent while at it, because he truly cares and means well.

Rest assured, once you either tell him you want to exercise or he finds out, the chief alchemist is getting his hands on every fitness book he can find.

Albedo will come up with a full training program tailored to your needs and goals in a matter of a few hours.

He’s very supportive and reassuring but please, don’t let him get ideas for his experiments, unless you want to receive (affectionate or not so affectionate) complaints from a certain blond traveler, namely, his frequent test subject.

“Fascinating,” Your lover muses, a huge manual on physiology of the human body held in between his hands. “According to this study, Dragonspine reunites all the ideal conditions to make your training more demanding, which will result in it being all the more effective…”

You can’t help but let out a giggle at how immersed into this Albedo seems to be. Sure, you did mention to him you’d like to do some physical conditioning to perform more efficiently in combat, but you didn’t intend to be subjected to a rigorous training program.

“Bedo, dear.” You begin, sitting across from him. “You don’t need to plan such a complicated schedule.” Your hand finds his over the table.

His skin is cold to the touch, yet it is not an unpleasant sensation. It always reminded you of the morning dew over the Cecilias at Snarsnatch Cliff.

Rubbing your thumb over the back of his hand you continue. “I just want to exercise a little bit more than what my usual commissions require, nothing too harsh.” You finish, softly, a tender smile etched on those lips that have warmed Albedo’s cold nights many a time.

“I know that, dearest.” He says, his fingers slotting in between yours. They always fitted perfectly, as if your hands entwined were the last two puzzles pieces containing the mysteries of this world the Chalk Prince yearns to solve.

“But, the cold climate and altitude here will make your daily commissions feel like a walk in the park.” He continues, his free hand dangerously traveling to your waist and down, and down, until it stops at the small of your back. “Wouldn’t you agree, my love?” Albedo questions, that devious smirk you can’t resist appearing on his face like fresh pink strokes of watercolor.

“Oh?” You return his grin, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, playing with the tips of his icy blond hair. “Is that really it?” You tease, your fingertips grazing the star shaped mark on his neck. “Or is my prince eager to spend more time with me?”

“I won’t lie to you.” The alchemist answers, those cerulean eyes of his gleaming mischievously, akin to late stars in the dawn, before leaning in to close the distance between your lips.

You guess this might as well count as a workout session, with how wildly your heart is beating.

XIAO

Sweet baby Xiao, who is probably going to need more reassurance than you.

Why are you suddenly putting your body through such efforts? Are you going to leave him? Is he no longer useful enough to protect you?

Please, please, let him know it has nothing to do with it. Xiao’s gone through so much both physical and emotional pain, he doesn’t understand why you would willingly exhaust yourself like this.

You’ll probably have to sit him down and patiently explain how some moderate exercise can help you feel more energized and less tired on your day to day activities.

Once he understands, however, he’s very, very supportive!

Will always keep an eye on you, making sure you don’t overexert or stay out too late practicing; carries you back to Wangshuu Inn if you overdid it and is always nearby keeping any monsters at bay.

“Working out?” The adeptus repeats, a frown creasing his forehead, his lips forming an all too adorable pout. “Are you in danger? Is anyone after you?” Xiao asks, his golden orbs widening, eyebrows furrowed in concern.

“No, Xiao, it’s nothing like that, my love.” You reassure him, one of your hands reaching out to cup his cheek. “I just want to get stronger, you know? So that I can be better in battle and feel more energized.

Battle. As much as Xiao knows you can hold your own in a fight and trusts your skill, the yaksha doesn’t like the sound of that word, even less coming from your lips.

You shouldn’t have to worry about battles or fights, he vowed to protect you; he deems himself no more than a tool to keep you safe, the weapon that slays any unfortunate who dares harm you.

Do you not need him anymore? Is the question that lingers on his mind and that he can’t bring himself to ask.

Used to your yaksha’s mannerisms, however, you can sense his discomfort.

For someone who claims to deal in bloodbath and death, you’ve come to learn Xiao is about one of the most sensitive and gentle people you could meet.

“Xiao? Does this idea upset you?” You try, taking one of his hands in both of yours, removing his glove to reveal scarred yet tender skin, and sharp claws that hold you with the softness of qingxin and glaze lily petals.

“Maybe…” the conqueror of demons nods, his gaze cast downwards. “Do you…” he hesitates, the prospect of you confirming his deepest fears more painful than the karma he shoulders. “Do you… not need my protection anymore?” He finally manages to ask.

“Oh, Xiao…” With care, you hold his face in both your palms, guiding his sunlit honey eyes back to yours. “Of course I need you. I love you, Xiao.” You whisper, your tone delicate, as if any disturbance or too loud syllable could pop and shatter the little bubble encasing the both of you. “Me exercising and practicing more will not mean I’ll ever stop loving and needing you, baby.” You plant the most tender kiss he’s ever felt on the diamond shaped mark on his temple.

And even though still concerned for your safety and wellbeing, the vigilant yaksha’s heart has been soothed by the floral breeze of your affections tonight.

From that day onwards, it wasn’t rare to see a certain adeptus scanning Guili Plains more exhaustively than usual, especially when a dedicated fighter found themselves mastering the art of their weapon.

CHILDE

Flirty and competitive little shit (affectionate) but he’s actually helpful.

Will take any chance he can get to one up on you. Don’t hold it against him, though, he’s just childish (pun intended), and loves your pouty expressions a little too much.

Finds it so attractive when your breath is labored, yet you still keep going. That sight alone, truly ignites something in him, his usually dull ocean eyes reflecting a myriad of iridescent lights in all the shades that compose you; he feels the need to kiss you and become the cause you’re breathless and… (I’ll stop here before we enter spicy territory, but you get it).

Very caring. Ajax is not new to taking care of people, he has a big family, after all. And as much as he is quite the reckless adrenaline junkie, he doesn’t want you doing anything extreme or pushing yourself to your limits (he pushes you to the limit enough as it is, in all aspects ;).

You think Ajax’s insanity is starting to rub on you.

Sure, you’d like to get more fit and strong, but did you really have to grab your boyfriend’s bow for your first practice?

You sigh, your shoulders already sore from drawing the big bow again and again.

But as they say, no pain, no gain.

At least you are grateful for Polar Star’s soft and supple handle, it keeps your hands (mostly) free from blistering.

You ready yourself, a look of pure concentration on your eyes, set on the target. You aim for the bull’s eye, drawing your elbow backwards, in a way that you hope resembles how Childe does it in battle.

You can picture the arrow’s trajectory, its tip infused in the vibrant hue of your vision, a perfect arch cutting through the skies above in a parable of elemental energy set for a single pinpoint destination.

You take a deep breath.

In, and out.

Then…

An all too familiar (and quite obnoxious, right now) chuckle makes your focus dissipate, akin to ocean waves lapping at the shore, dragging sandy architecture and paintings into lightless depths.

“And just what,” You begin, turning around, deep frown creasing your eyebrows. “Do you find so funny, Tartaglia?” You point the index finger not holding his bow at his chest. “Care to tell me?” You spat, wisps of venomous smoke stoked by your fiery annoyance tainting the edges of your voice.

Childe stands there, looking at you like the idiot in love he is, dumb dopey smile plastered on his unfairly kissable lips.

“Sorry, you’re so cute, sweetheart.” He manages in between chuckles.

You want to smack him over the head with his own bow, but you contain yourself: you really don’t want his weapon to get damaged, after all.

Instead, you settle for punching him on the arm, with less malice than your pout suggests.

“Do you want to see how cute I’ll look after i shoot an arrow through that empty head of yours, Childe?” You retort, arms crossed over your chest.

“Heh, I’d like to see you try, darling. Don’t you think I can’t dodge.”

At his answer, you throw your hands into the air, exasperated.

And, even though Ajax loves teasing you and sparring with you, he doesn’t really like making you angry, especially when you’re trying hard.

“But instead of that,” the harbinger starts, taking the bow from your hands. “How about I help you? You know, weapons are really personal things, what works for me, might not work well for you or another person.”

He likes how your eyes sparkle at his suggestion, your undivided attention prompting the ginger to continue.

“It’s true we can master any kind of weapon, but you need the right one for you, no matter which type you choose.”

The warrior’s calloused fingertips brush a strand of hair away from your face.

“So, how about finding the right bow for you? Sound good?”

“Fine…” You breathe, completely lost in the way the last rays of sunshine catch in the deep lakes of his gaze. It is not a sight you get to witness often, and you treasure it immensely.

“Alright!” Your boyfriend nods, picking you up, bridal style, relishing in your squeals and giggles as you both walk into the sunset.

KAEYA

Flirty little shit number 2, except instead of being helpful, he ends up distracting you more than anything.

He makes up for it in support, though. Granted, he teases you a lot, but he’s also your number one cheerleader.

Very touchy and affectionate, will not pass up any chance to leave a kiss here and there, or hold onto your waist.

Loves joining you in your workout sessions and matching outfits with you.

Very vocal, Kaeya compliments you a lot and always has words of encouragement to offer, no matter how completely exhausted or weak you feel.

You swear this is unfair.

He is being unfair.

He knows all too well what he’s doing and he must have had this planned from the moment he offered to help you with your sit-ups session.

“How about I hold your legs in place, my darling?” The cavalry captain suggested in an all too enticing and sultry tone. “Won’t that way be easier for you?”

And of course, you had to go and agree.

Like the fool for him that you are.

So now, you have to have his tempting lips practically shoved in your face every single time you do a sit-up.

You reap what you sow, as the saying goes, you chide yourself internally.

But oh, he’s so not helping at all. Pouting like that every time he keeps count, icy eyes half lidded, the frozen galaxies in them beckoning you closer to his presence.

“And fifty!” Kaeya finally exclaims, when you do the last one of the planned exercises for today. “You did great, my sweet.” The cavalry captain smiles, innocently, as if he wasn’t the main reason your face feels like it’s on fire right now.

“Why, thanks.” You reply, rather bluntly, uncapping the water bottle he just handed to you. At least you are grateful he had the decency to cool it with his vision beforehand. Throwing your head back, you take a long sip. Then:

“You volunteered to help and yet, you’re aware you didn’t make this easy in the slightest, aren’t you?” You accuse.

“My, whatever could you mean, hm?” Your boyfriend taunts, two slender fingers holding your chin in between them. “Or is my precious partner in need of some affection?”

“Oh you…” You whisper, the warmth in your heart overpowering how unnerved your knight makes you feel sometimes.

“Yes, my love?” That look of feigned innocence again.

You huff, defeated. But the smile tugging at the corner of your lips makes it quite obvious you are, indeed, very much needy for his touches and kisses.

Let’s just say, from the instant Kaeya’s hands found your hips up until the moment you’d find yourself laying down in his idyllic embrace, you got an extra work out session.

ARATAKI ITTO

Very supportive, but for the love of the archons, don’t ever let him join you.

Seriously, Itto is all heart and good intentions, but sometimes he doesn’t realize his own strength.

What to him feels like just some stretches, it might be for you the equivalent of running a marathon with a 10 kilogram heavy backpack on.

Practically worships you and the ground you walk on, though. He’s your biggest hype-man.

The trembling on your arms intensifies as you reach the end of your training session.

You hope Katheryne doesn’t have any too difficult commissions for you in store tomorrow: right now, you doubt you’ll be able to hold your weapon steadily.

You are proud of yourself for reaching your goal today, a gentle, albeit tired, smile making it to your sweaty features as you finish with some meditation and stretches.

The inazuman coast is so serene at this time of day, with the sun dipping behind the horizon, beams of purple and crimson striping the dusk sky.

A sigh escapes your lips, for this peace is always short lived. You wouldn’t have it any other way, however, you love your loud and boisterous oni too much for that.

A few more instants of tranquility pass, the late sunshine fading into luminous constellations riding in the faraway horizon, the crescent moon smiling down at two figures approaching your location.

“Boss! Please! Be quieter, now! It’s late and you can’t disturb the citizens at this hour.”

A knowing smile mimics that of the milky crescent lighting up the indigo infinity above you. You really admire your friend Shinobu’s patience.

“But Shinobu! [Y/n] will be so proud of me when I tell them about how the One and Oni Itto was proclaimed supreme king of the Great All-around Arataki Onikabuto and TCG Championship!”

The girl pinches the bridge of her nose, having had enough of her boss’s antics.

As soon as he spots you, Itto starts waving his big hands energetically, calling your name repeatedly, to Shinobu’s chagrin.

“Itto!” You run to his side, weakly hugging his broad torso. “Why don’t you tell me about today as we walk back home?” You propose, talking in a low voice.

His eyes sparkle excitedly. Sometimes, he reminds you of an adorable puppy; for someone over six feet tall, your oni boyfriend really is sweet.

“But… can I ask you to carry me, please?” You look away, slightly flustered. “Push ups are still a little hard for me.”

That night, the deputy leader of the Arataki Gang had a relaxed night, as she watched the retreating figures of an oni and his lover animatedly recounting the day’s many events.

#kichiko'sreblogs

[kichikichiko]

cold hands, warm heart [dan heng/reader]

Summary: When you joined the Astral Express, Dan Heng thought you were an interesting addition to the crew. The last thing he expected was for that interest to become this distracting.

Notes: wc 4.9k, fluff, confessions, mutual obliviousness, March 7th and Peppy are wingfriends, both Dan Heng and reader like biology, gn pronouns used. Reader is a new trailblazer (and wields a bat).

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Dan Heng looked up from his book, an event typically only incited by an urgent task or the Express arriving at a new destination. But this could potentially be considered an urgent task, if he thought about it long enough - you had fallen asleep against the shelves of the archives, hair slipping over your face.

When you had asked him for any recommendations, he hadn't expected you to immediately look up the treatise and settle yourself in a corner of the room. But you looked rather content, book in hand, and so he re-immersed himself in the text he was reading. It was a blissful peace, filled only with the occasional turning of pages and rustling of fabric when one of you shifted in your seat.

At some point, however, Dan Heng had realized you had stopped moving. Startled, he finally glanced toward you slumped on the floor, a stray cushion beneath you. Your book had fallen from your lap, landing open next to your face. A silent huff of amusement subconsciously escaped him as he set his book down to approach you.

“Hey, you shouldn’t sleep on the floor here. You’ll hurt your neck.” He tapped your shoulder carefully, but you didn’t even twitch. It seemed he’d have to take matters into his own hands - well, you, that is. There wasn’t anywhere to sleep comfortably in the archives, and it was kept at a slightly cooler temperature than the rest of the train for the sake of text preservation and optimal technology function. Dan Heng was adept at falling asleep anywhere, but he wasn’t about to make you test that and end up with a cold.

Moving the abandoned book to the side and sticking a bookmark in it for you, Dan Heng was about to slip his arm under your shoulder when a quick knock came at the door.

“Dan Heng, have you seen - oh! Wait, what did you do?” As usual, March 7th waltzed into the archives without even waiting for a reply. Of course, she had the worst timing. “Dan Heng -”

Sending her a sharp look, he finally got the peppy girl to quiet down as he gestured to the sleeping figure with his head. In response, she quietly giggled, wiggling her eyebrows, and shifted to whispering. “Do you want some help?”

Dan Heng gazed down at your form for a moment. Would you mind if you found out he carried you? You seemed friendly enough with him, but he wasn’t yet sure if your opinion about him extended any farther. March 7th seemed to sense his hesitation, stepping closer to him before speaking again. “Come on, we can’t have them catching a cold sleeping here. How about I hold their legs?”

He snorted, finding the image of March 7th carrying their legs on her shoulder like a bag of potatoes funny - until he imagined her running into a door. Honestly, he wouldn’t put it past her, given her running record of clumsiness. “Don’t worry about it, I can carry them.”

Shrugging, March 7th acquiesced and opened the archives door, gesturing for him to leave. Dan Heng swiftly slipped his arms under your shoulders and knees, carrying you through the doorway with relative ease. His slender frame belied the years of experience he had with his polearm - lifting you was no problem whatsoever.

The quiet hum of the engine filled the train as they walked down the carpeted hallway, footsteps sinking silently into the floor. Finally they arrived at your cabin, and March 7th apologized quietly as she maneuvered your arm to access your wrist pad. A beep, then a click, and the door opened. Dan Heng slowly stepped inside, careful not to hit your head as he entered. The pale ceiling light flickered on overhead, sensing movement.

Your room was still minimally decorated, a few trinkets that seemed to March 7th’s taste lying about. Taking care not to jostle you, Dan Heng carefully placed you on your bed and tucked the blanket over you. The action felt unusually intimate and gave him pause, but you looked so peaceful in your sleep that he thought it was worth it. You probably hadn’t gotten the chance to truly rest in a while; ever since you had boarded the Express, it had been one unexpected situation after the next. He silently wished you a restorative sleep and turned to exit the room, pressing the light switch off as he left.

Once the door closed behind him, Dan Heng was immediately confronted with a smug-looking March 7th. “So, mister, what were you doing in the archives to have them fall asleep in your arms? Did you bore them to sleep with your books on space grass?”

Dan Heng began to walk down the hallway, March 7th trailing behind him like a reporter desperate for a juicy story. “Not everyone is you.”

She blinked owlishly at the short response. “Obviously. I would just leave if I got bored! Do you see me hanging out in the archives? They must have been too nice to leave you there.” March 7th nodded firmly, seemingly satisfied with her own answer. “It’s a good thing I showed up when I did, who knows how long you would have kept them there otherwise!"

Dan Heng glanced at the pink-haired girl, keeping his face as placid as ever. "They were occupied with their own book. I never prevented them from leaving, they just settled in."

"Hmm, is that so?" March 7th nodded sagely, as if that had illuminated something for her, and skipped off towards the parlor car. "Settled into your arms maybe!"

The door at the end of the hallway quickly swung closed after her giggles, leaving Dan Heng standing in what felt like the wake of a blizzard. By this point though, he was no stranger to her chaos. He didn't pay her teasing much heed, as it was obvious when she was trying to rile him up. But this time, it made him ponder a little longer.

Had you really felt like you couldn't leave out of politeness? And then fell asleep reading the treatise he suggested because you found it so boring but didn't want to offend him?

Dan Heng sighed. If March 7th had been the one to fall asleep in the archives, he would have assumed she was looking for a quiet place to sleep where she wouldn't be disturbed. Dan Heng held a personal theory that March 7th subconsciously gravitated towards cold places because they reminded her of her mysterious past.

But this was you, a trailblazer relatively new to the Astral Express and its crew. Dan Heng tried to hold off on drawing conclusions before he got to know someone, but that wasn’t exactly helpful right now.

As he retraced his steps back into the archives, Dan Heng spotted the book you had been reading, resting on the desk where he left it. A strange urge to examine it led him to open the text to where he had placed the bookmark.

"Chapter 6. One for all, and all for one.” This chapter had been an interesting one, from what he remembered. Space oysters lived in tight-knit communities that self-regulated their sex ratio to maintain the population and avoid extinction. How they did that without any external intervention was biologically fascinating - he was curious about your thoughts on the topic. Better that he not bring it up around March 7th though. The last time he talked about biology around her, she just nodded and said, “That’s great. My ears are biologically too tired though,” and left.

Dan Heng fell asleep that night in the archives again, eyes tracing the planetary display on the back wall of the room as his thoughts returned to you. There was a strange gravity about you that pulled people in, but how much of that was you and how much was due to the Stellaron? As usual, his mind filled with thoughts before finally succumbing to slumber.

The next day, Dan Heng entered the parlor car to the usual morning scene - Pom Pom pottering around, March 7th downing another tall glass of juice, Himeko sipping her steaming hot coffee, Mr. Yang flipping through the interstellar news, and you making headway through some fruit. When March 7th spotted him, she perked up and leaned over to whisper something into your ear. Dan Heng recognized that mischievous look in her eyes, so it wasn’t a complete surprise when you sputtered and banged your knee against the table in response to whatever she said.

“If you’re going to gossip about someone, don’t do it right in front of them.” He approached their table, but you looked increasingly distressed the closer he got. Frowning, he came to a standstill, a warm bowl of fried rice in one hand and a cup of tea in the other. “Are you alright? You fell asleep in the archives last night.”

Unfortunately, his words of concern only caused you to wave your hands frantically. “I’m so sorry, I heard that you carried me to my room - ugh this is so embarrassing -” You passed a hand over your face, and he felt something shift in his chest. Perhaps he needed a visit to the medical unit on Herta’s space station after breakfast.

“No need to be embarrassed, you have been busy since you arrived. Your body was due some rest - did you sleep well?” Dan Heng sat down at the round table, pointedly ignoring March 7th’s piercing gaze.

You finally met his eyes and smiled, hands returning to the table. “I haven’t slept that soundly in a while, and now I feel much better. Thanks, Dan Heng.”

Unconsciously, his lips mirrored yours. “You’re welcome.” For some reason, he couldn’t tear his gaze away from you - were your eyes always that color? - until the third person at the table cleared her throat loudly.

“Do you want some juice? Pom Pom always gets them fresh!” March 7th urgently pushed her half-empty glass across the table towards you, waving down the petite conductor with her other hand.

You chuckled, motioning for her to relax. “It’s ok, I have enough fruit as it is. Thanks though, I’ll try some another day. What’s your favorite flavor?”

Dan Heng retreated into his thoughts again as you and March 7th discussed fruits and their juice-ibility, a comfortable hum of words that floated just at the surface of his consciousness. He could get used to this - at the very least, this meant March 7th had someone else who could handle her chatter. Half the time, Dan Heng was at a loss for words when it came to her chosen avenues of conversation.

Breakfast was a quick affair, and the three of you soon left the express to attend to various tasks around the space station for the day. Dan Heng’s first stop of the morning was the medical bay - he didn’t have anything else particularly urgent that couldn’t wait for afterwards. Fortunately, there weren’t too many patients waiting when he arrived. Perhaps March 7th’s dillydallying over the last pastry had made him just in time to arrive after the morning rush.

The staff politely accommodated his request for an examination, asking him a few questions about his symptoms and recent nutritional intake. But after a few measurements and tests, he was informed that he appeared healthy and to follow up if he had recurring symptoms. He walked out strangely discomfited, letting out a sigh without realizing it. Maybe he was overthinking this. A good night’s sleep in his own room this time might fix things.

It wasn’t long before March 7th had caught up to him, Peppy cheerfully leading the way and pouncing on his shoes. “Aww, were you looking for someone new to play with?” She cooed at the tiny white dog, reaching down to pat its head. Peppy just yawned, nudging Dan Heng toward a nearby bench until he sat down. The sleepy furball clambered up and settled into his lap, and both humans knew better than to disturb the little one’s slumber.

“Looks like you’re occupied for the next hour, see ya later!” March 7th giggled and rushed off, quickly shedding the sorrow of being abandoned by the dog for the joy of the cute photograph she took of Peppy sleeping on the stoic data bank enthusiast.

Dan Heng appreciated the moment to take a quiet breather and pet the fluffy dog in his lap, but he was one second from formulating a way out of the situation when you appeared, clearly amused by the scene.

“Did Peppy take you hostage?”

You didn’t even try to hide your laughter as you sat down next to him, but he found that he didn't mind. Instead, his mind suddenly went blank as you leaned in closer with a soft smile. His eyes widened, heart stomping loudly like an unruly child demanding attention, and followed your hand as it sank into Peppy’s soft white fur. You didn’t seem to notice his physiological changes, but he felt like you had just punched the wind out of him.

“Are you doing ok? You’ve been kind of spaced out ever since this morning.” Your concerned gaze made his stomach do loops, and Dan Heng was starting to wonder if someone had deployed an anti-gravity field or broken a window of the space station. Both situations, however, would have been immediately obvious to anyone in the vicinity. He shook his head - he wasn’t spaced out, he was just thinking as usual - but that made you frown. “You’re not well? What’s wrong?”

He couldn’t even answer a simple question correctly, maybe something really was wrong with him. But that would mean he answered the question correctly. … What?

His mental turmoil was finally interrupted by your knee knocking against his as you shifted your position on the bench. It sent a jolt up his spine, startling him. His reaction must have been obvious because you quickly apologized. “Oh, sorry about that. You just seemed… overwhelmed. But you don’t have to talk about it if you’d rather not.” His gaze followed your hands as you wrung them together in your lap. Were you worried about something?

“I’m alright.” Dan Heng turned to you, but the distress on your face made it clear you weren’t buying it. Was he that obvious? After a quiet moment, he shook his head in concession - maybe this was for the better. The idea of leaving you to worry bothered him more than he expected.

Speaking quietly so as to not disturb Peppy, Dan Heng briefly related to you his symptoms over the course of the day. You listened without interrupting until the end, and finally nodded. He felt oddly embarrassed after finishing the story. Usually at this point, March 7th would have interrupted a few times and gone off on a tangent at least once. But you were soaking it all in, quietly processing his words as if he had told you something of vital importance.

“Thanks for telling me,” you finally said, glancing at him. “Dan Heng… do you mind if I ask you something?”

He nodded. "Go ahead."

You bit your lip, and he found his eyes inexorably drawn to the action as your hands fidgeted in your lap.

"Are you… mad at me?"

Stunned at your conclusion, Dan Heng stared at you blankly. You seemed to take that as confirmation, because you immediately began to apologize. Again.

"I'm sorry for upsetting you. Can you tell me what I did? That way I won't do it again."

It was rather inappropriate for the serious atmosphere, but Dan Heng thought the crease in your brow was curiously captivating. He wanted to reach out and unfold it, like smoothing a page down, but it was already deepening along with your anxiety.

"Dan Heng, please tell me what's going on- "

He cleared his throat again, desperately gathering his thoughts together like lost sheep. "I’m not upset with you.” The forlorn look in your eyes gripped him with the sudden urge to reach out and reassure you. But as his arm flexed in his lap, Dan Heng was also stricken with the realization he had no idea what to do next. Should he pat your head? He couldn’t remember the last time he had touched someone with such an intent.

Then your hand entered his field of vision, slowly moving to hover just above his hand on the bench, as if to signal he could brush you off at any moment. Instead, he felt his breath stop, waiting for the ghost of your skin against his, when your eyes met.

“I-is this ok?” The sudden eye contact startled you, hand flinching, but you didn’t withdraw. Dan Heng silently nodded his assent, all the sensory nerves in his body converging as you finally rested your hand on his. He had to remind himself to breathe, inhaling deeply as the warmth seeped into his skin.

“Your hands are so cold,” you murmured, rubbing your thumb along the side of his hand. “Are you sure the medical bay checked everything?”

Dan Heng hummed, distracted by your gentle touch. His fingers were dotted with scars and calluses, the evidence of years of struggling to survive and carve out his own path. But as you flipped his hand over, tracing his palm with careful fingertips, it felt like you were seeing and accepting everything it took for him to get to where he was now. The thought crashed over him like a wave, pulling him under until he couldn’t think of anything else.

“I’m not upset. I promise.” He murmured, trying his best not to startle you again.

Dan Heng didn’t make promises easily, but he felt the need to do so this time, if only to erase the worry from your face. “I’m just… confused.”

You quietly nodded, running your thumb down each of his fingers. The sensation made his mind want to slosh out of its container but he managed to hold it in because you simply waited for him to continue. He appreciated that about you, the way you naturally gave him the space to be the one listened to.

“Being around you makes me nervous. I lose control of my body.”

Your head whipped up at his abrupt confession, and he almost let out a laugh at the look of utter shock on your face. “You what?”

Dan Heng coughed. Did he say something odd? “My stomach starts churning and I keep wondering where you are. Maybe I’m just worried about you.”

He watched curiously as you took a deep breath, in and out. “Ok… so you’re worried about me? Why? I’m pretty good with this bat, you know.” You mimed hitting a homerun, and a chuckle slipped past his lips. He tried not to mourn the loss of your hand on his.

“I know. You’re on first.”

You snickered. “Who’s on second?” Eyes widening, you throw up a hand. “Wait, stop right there. Answer the question!”

Dan Heng couldn’t stifle the traitorous smile sneaking across his face. “I guess it’s because you’re new.”

Your eyes narrowed lightheartedly. “But you just said you know I’m good. Is that all?”

He paused, pondering it for a moment. “What do you think? Am I just worried?”

Blinking, you stared back at him, lost in thought. “I don’t know why you’d feel nervous around me, unless you’re scared that I’ll suddenly trip and hurt myself somehow. Or if I scare you.”

Dan Heng snorted before he could stop it. “No offense, but you don’t strike fear into me. Not like Pom Pom does.”

You burst into startled laughter, and he felt oddly proud at the sight. “None taken. I’m glad, I suppose. But if that’s not it…”

Both of you momentarily lapsed into silence. Then you straightened up in your seat, looking as if you had just seen a ghost.

“What is it? Now you look scared.” He tried to prod you for a response, but it seemed like whatever you had just realized was enough to make you dodge every attempt at eye contact.

Your next words came out haltingly. “Dan Heng, I - no, this is probably just a misunderstanding on my part. Don’t worry about it.”

Subconsciously, he extended a hand towards you, as if to stop you from fleeing. “Do you really think I won’t worry after you say something like that?”

“Um…” Your eyes darted back and forth, and he suddenly realized his stance, quickly withdrawing his hand and feeling his ears burn.

“Sorry, I just -” “No, it’s ok -”

The two of you lapsed into a tense silence, unsure of how to proceed. Then Peppy began to stir in Dan Heng’s lap, yawning quietly with high pitched squeaks.

“Are you sure you want me to explain?” You glanced at him, then down at the half awake Peppy.

He nodded. “Please, I would appreciate it.”

Biting your lip, you covered Peppy’s eyes with your hand. “What color are Peppy’s eyes?”

Dan Heng raised an eyebrow. “Black?”

You moved your hand - he was right. “Ok then… what color are Arlan’s eyes?”

He frowned in recollection. “Gray?”

You shook your head. “Red.” Then you covered your face with your hands. “What color are my eyes?”

He answered without any hesitation - and he was right. You sighed, letting your hands fall to your lap. “Why do you know mine and not Arlan’s?”

Dan Heng looked at you questioningly. “Because I can see you? And I look at your face more often than his - and when I talk with Arlan, I’m usually thinking about work. But when I’m talking with you, I -” He paused, his unusually verbal stream of consciousness screeching to a sudden halt. “I’m thinking about… you.”

He fell silent again, and the sudden implications of what he just said hit both of you like a freight train. “I mean.” Dan Heng froze for a moment, but it was too late. Well, he hadn't said anything untrue. “I do. Think about you.” You coughed, hands flying up to cover your cheeks, and he frowned. “But what does that have to do with my symptoms?”

At his persistence, your eyes looked everywhere but him, as if you would rather be anywhere else than here. He felt a twinge of guilt, but he also really needed to get to the bottom of this. It wouldn’t do to have his stomach tying into knots at random times when he was in charge of guarding the Express.

“Can I ask? What do you think about me?”

Dan Heng didn’t miss the way your neck moved as you swallowed. Reflexively, he did the same when it finally hit him. You were nervous about this too. But he already said that he wasn’t angry at you, so what were you afraid of?

“I think you’re a good addition to the crew.” Dan Heng glanced at you, then at his fingers, which were now fidgeting on the bench. He lightly clenched them into a fist, hoping they would stop moving. “You get along well with everyone and you’re good at making observations for the data bank.” His gaze returned to your face, but you seemed unsatisfied with his answer.

“Did you want to hear something else? Sorry, I’m not good at this sort of thing.” Dan Heng sighed and looked down at Peppy, running his fingers through the sleeping dog’s soft fur.

You straightened up in your seat and shook your head. “No, not at all. I just wanted to hear it from you.” You let out a little breathy laugh, more air than sound. “I guess I was mistaken.”

“Mistaken my ass!”

An indignant cry burst through your quiet bubble, making Peppy jerk awake in Dan Heng’s lap with a series of squeaky yips. All of you swiveled to see March 7th, standing with her hands on her hips, looking surprisingly unamused.

“Are you two seriously still confused? I knew I should have just let him try CPR that time!”

Both you and Dan Heng stared at her blankly, struggling to keep up with the interruption. “March 7th, what are you talking about?”

Dan Heng flung an arm out in front of you, as if to separate you from the girl who was now gripping her head in a theatrical display of agony. “Don’t worry about it, she’s just confused. Peppy needs her for a walk, anyway.”

You watched in quiet amusement as Dan Heng encouraged the fluffy dog to hop down from his lap and bump against March 7th’s leg, finally distracting her from her muttering. No one could refuse Peppy’s longing eyes, so March 7th was soon dispatched for a walk, all the while shooting the two of you glances as she jogged after the energetic dog. You wondered what she was looking for.

“So… what was that all about?”

Dan Heng cleared his throat at your question, mind running through all the possible ways he could explain. But he landed on the most unhelpful answer.

“March 7th saw me carry you back to your room.”

“Ah.”

A beat of silence, then a jolt. “Is that why- oh. No way. That’s - but maybe -”

Dan Heng tried not to laugh at the sight of you clearly having a full on conference inside your head. It would be funnier except for the fact that he knew that you were probably debating how to respond.

“Are you ok?”

You finally turned to meet his eyes, the gears in your brain still seeming to spin wildly. “Dan Heng, I really don’t know what to think anymore!”

He blinked in surprise. “About what?”

“Do you like me or not?”

Eyes wide, you slapped a hand over your mouth as soon as the words escaped, the outburst seeming to surprise you as much as it did him. “Don’t answer that, please, I-”

Dan Heng tilted his head slightly in thought. “I like you. Is there something wrong with that?”

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “No, that’s not what I mean! Oh aeons, March 7th is never going to let me hear the end of this.”

Something akin to excitement swirled in the pit of his stomach. The good kind of nerves, like when he knew he was about to deal a critical blow. “What do you mean, then?”

You let out a deep sigh and pinned him with a defeated stare. “Dan Heng, I am this close to finding the nearest trash can and throwing myself into it.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Is that an invitation to join you?”

“What?” You balked, and this time he failed to stifle his laughter. He quickly hid it behind his hand at your halfhearted glare.

“Why don’t we just go for a walk? No trash can diving involved.”

Dan Heng stood up from the bench, and you nodded, following suit. Just as you moved next to him, a harried researcher ran past, knocking you off balance. Dan Heng quickly reached out to catch you, hands steady on your arms as the wind settled.

“Are you alright?”

At your nod, the two of you set out again on your walk to avoid trash cans. But this time, as Dan Heng let go of your arms, his hand fell to his side and grasped yours. For a moment, his breath stilled, chest squeezing. Then your fingers linked with his, quiet and warm, and it felt like his whole body was being rebooted. Dan Heng began to mentally run through the map of the space station to find a route without any trash cans - or interruptions.

From her perch on one of the higher floors, March 7th watched the two of you walk deeper into the space station. “Finally, those two will stop staring at each other across the room. Honestly, those two owe me. I’m thinking a deluxe buffet and one week of cleaning duty. Doesn’t that sound right, Peppy?”

Peppy squeaked in cheery agreement, butting his head against March 7th’s hand for more pats as they saw the two figures disappear into a hallway. All’s well that ends well… right?

Epilogue:

When March 7th said you would finally stop staring at each other across the room, she was half right. She was half wrong because the two of you still snuck glances, just out of sight - and hopefully out of earshot.

“I saw you were reading that chapter on space oysters.” Dan Heng murmured, shoulder warm against yours. Reorganizing some pillows to create a makeshift reading nook in the archives was the best idea he'd had in a while, and you had helped make it as cozy as possible.

You chuckled, leaning into his side. "Isn't it fascinating? The way they can communicate such information without any words, and enact them as a whole population. It makes you wonder if they have any impression of self."

Dan Heng hummed, tucking a blanket over your knees. As you continued to muse over the contents of the book, gesticulating excitedly with a hand, he watched you with a soft smile. Today, he was thankful that the archive was cold, but for a different reason than usual. His fingers quietly found yours under the blanket, and the shy smile that bloomed on your face made him feel that at least in this moment, it was going to be alright.

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