#arknights executor x reader

[arknights-imagines]

Tbh I was thinking of a scenario in my head about doktah (or U) being injured and Rico was taking care of U and U cupped his cheek and called him pretty, he was confused but flustered a bit (insert glitching computer sounds) anyway i luv u and anyone who’s reading this 😍

- 🐲 anon

Hiya there 🐲 anon! Tysm for your request (and I love you too sbsuwh 🥰!!)

I knew I wanted one of the first things I posted after being away for v long to be a request for Executor/'Rico, so your request was perfectly timed and I loved your idea lots aaa! It's v v cute and I feel it fits Executor/'Rico v well 🥺💕!!

I'm a li'l nervous since I feel I'm a bit rusty shiuhge 😭...! But, I had fun with this one and it feels good to be back aaa I hope I did Executor justice here 🙏

Anywho, to you and everyone else, I hope you all enjoy 🥰!!

Taglist for Executor/All Writing!:

@donsofwaste

@tiredstudents

@marahuyos

@vesvic

@cl3v-j

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Imagine format; mostly in the perspective of the reader, written in second person!

Contains: Executor, gender-neutral Operator as the reader, acquaintances to crushes relationship lolojshd, mentions of things and references to lots of from Executor's archive files, minor injuries and violence, the reader is one of Rhodes Island's Elite Operators, the reader is a li'l bit of a flirt lololsjs, nameless and gender-neutral Doctor as a background character, humour, fluff 💕!

Word count: a little over 2.7k!

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All Rhodes Island Operators were allowed to work alongside and be dispatched on Operations with each other. Such was a simple fact, and an obvious one; of course it would be bizarre for Rhodes Island, with their policy of levelling all who they employ as equal and for not tolerating discrimination irrespective of one’s reasons, to restrict certain Operators from being assigned into Squads together.

The case of Executor, however, was unavoidably more complicated different.

While all Rhodes Island Operators were allowed to be sent into combat with Executor - that didn’t mean all Rhodes Island Operators were willing to be sent into combat with Executor.

When you had approached the Doctor regarding the subject before boarding the transport that was to take you to the site of your next Operation - you had been assigned to an Operation, along with a party of other Elite Operators that included the Sankta in question, that was a hostage-rescue in Columbia -, they looked off to where Executor was stood counting his ammunition nearby then shrugged.

You had tilted your head to the side and so the Doctor elaborated, “He’s more than capable of handling the perimeter of the Operation ite by himself, and besides, no one on the Squad was agreed to being deployed with him. It’s not unusual, considering his… reputation.” A lift of one of your eyebrows was paired with a puzzled mutter, “But, it’d still be better for him to have some sort of back up. And, what ‘reputation’? Do you mean how he has those people from the Engineering Department always flirting with him?”

It was the Doctor’s turn to tilt their head to the side now, before their voice left them slowly, “No, that’s not what I was-…” They paused, studying your facial features then shifting their gaze from you to Executor, “I was referring to other...things…”

Be it his direct completion of any combat task assigned to him, the immense amount of collateral damage left in nearly all of his mission sites, or that account from the deeply-fazed Operator who was deployed as his partner once, of how Executor barehandedly tore out the heart of a beast directly from its chest - that last one had soon become a Rhodes Island horror story, reimagining Executor as some form of a boogieman impersonating as a Sankta -, majority of Operators had an excuse as to why they would prefer not to be near the ever-composed Sankta during Operations.

The Doctor had long observed a pattern in your behaviour when near Executor, that was in stark contrast to everyone else; though his presence caused most to snap their back straight and tighten the line of their shoulders, your posture when with him instead was always eased with not even the slightest indicator of tension.

Perhaps then, there was one Operator willing to be sent into combat with Executor, the Doctor reassessed.

Such reassessment is the reason as to why you and Executor were in the position you both were currently - together on a short rooftop in order to provide ranged support as the rest of the Squad rescued the hostages and subdued the hostiles.

The choice to deploy you with Executor was surprisingly beneficial, as two pairs of eyes are better at one pair in regards to surveying for threats. Despite that the rest of the Squad had initially looked at the Doctor as though they’d grown a pair of Sarkaz ears and gained a Phidian tail all at once, they now concluded yours and Executor’s position together for this Operator as all part of the Doctor’s plan.

However, you would’ve argued that your eyes slowly becoming more occupied with staring at the Sankta in wordless awe - those rumours about how his appearance was candy for one’s eyes were in fact not simple rumours at all, you realized - rather than your eyes being focused on the Operation site below and the surrounding area, was not part of the Doctor’s plan.

You would’ve argued again that your distracted state caused by Executor’s close proximity resulting in you failing to notice the hostile crossbowman a few rooftops away with you as his target, until his bolt was already fired and struck into your shoulder, was not part of the Doctor’s plan.

“Ghk!” You gulped down the pained yelp as the arrowhead suddenly pierced into your body, and instead a strained grunt of effort covered over it as you lifted the weapon-bearing arm upward in a swift movement; snapping your eyes off of their spot previously super-glued onto Executor’s face, you narrow your gaze and fix it onto the now-fleeing crossbowman. Trusting your own aim as an Elite Operator, you raise your weapon without much ceremony and fire.

A relieved huff leaves your lungs after the crossbowman crumbles to the ground after your weapon-fire hits him in a direct headshot. That relief was momentary, however, as the sharpened ache throughout your entire arm quickly reminded you of the crossbow bolt in your shoulder.

Executor’s attention was rapt on your form once gravity yanked your body downward and sent your knees to collide harshly with the concrete below you; immediately, he was across the rooftop and wrapping a secure arm around your waist to assist you in sitting onto the ground with your back leaning against the ledge of the rooftop.

“You have been hit with an enemy projectile. Do not move.” His voice left him in a stable tone as expected, while his eyes scanned over your body in search of any further harm, then lingering your injury, before they settled onto your face. Your mouth opened to speak, only to shut when his gaze fixed to yours; a hue of scarlet rose onto your cheeks and your eyes averted from his own, despite that they’d been firmly locked onto him just moments earlier. The heaviness of your embarrassment - you’d just been hit by an enemy, because you were too busy oogling your Squadmate - began to near-smother the ache from your injury.

With confidence, you expected the Sankta to flatly point out your blunder in a tone lowered slightly in disappointment, as he advised you to not repeat the same mistake in the future or remarked that he should’ve declined the Doctor’s suggestion to have you function as his partner for this operation. None of those came, however.

In contrast - stark contrast - to the scenarios you’d imagined, Executor’s facial expression became one of slightly furrowed brows with faint downturn of his lips, and then his voice left him in careful words, “I apologize for my lack of attention to our surroundings. I failed to notice and warn you of the threat in time.” A thoughtful pause, and his eyes flicked to your injury before returning to yours, “I will ensure I do not repeat this mistake on subsequent occasions.”

You blinked, and for a moment you wanted to ask him to repeat what he said because you were certain you must’ve heard it wrong. Your injury had been your own mistake, not his; despite, you had rarely ever heard the Sankta’s voice laced with the sincerity it was as his words of apology left him.

Finally, your voice escaped the grip of your previous embarrassment and you managed a reply, “I-It’s alright. It’s my fault, Executor, I wasn’t paying attention. You don’t have to be concerned about it-” His head tilted to the side, then shook it in a near imperceptible movement, “Negative. The safety of my partner for this Operation is a logical cause for my concern.”

Everyone who knew him would firmly agree that he was not a man who ever said things simply out of courtesy. Therefore, the genuinity of this concern - his concern over you - was undoubtable. He felt wholly and truly responsible, for your injury and for ensuring your safety.

“E-Executor-” Your words vanished from you and your thoughts scattered once more as Executor returned his attention to your injury, “The projectile is not an Originium product, there is no risk of Oripathy Infection.” He angled his head to inspect the site of the injury further, then he continued, “Resulted injury is a puncture wound, estimated to be a few inches in depth. Non-lifethreatening.”

The blue of his irises lost a fraction of its sharpness when his eyes left the arrow bolt in your shoulder to find your own eyes once more, “On-field medical treatment is advised. Rest assured that I am qualified to administer.” If they weren't before already, your eyes were widened incredulously now, “You want to…patch me up?” Executor nodded, “If you will allow me, yes.” Your own nod came in a slow reply, “Yes, I'm okay with that…” His gaze focused onto your injury, “Very well.”

With that, his hands placed, one cupped your shoulder and the other held your arm steady. You half-expected a firm grip, one not aware or not caring of the force it was exerting.

Instead, Executor’s hands were careful, only applying necessary pressure; the warmth of his palms seeped through the thin fabric of his gloves and offered some soothe to the ache of your injury. Were these really the forceful hands that tore the heart out of a beast? The unexpected gentleness of his touch caused heat to rise to your cheeks and your heartbeat to quicken within your ribcage.

This certainly couldn't be the same Executor whom even your fellow Elite Operators were uncomfortable working with because of his callousness. After all, this Executor’s concern for you was evident; in the way he had instantly been at your side the moment he noticed you’d been attacked, in the way he apologized for what he believed to be his failure in protecting you, and in the way was now tending to your injury. ‘Callous’ was antonymous with ‘concern’, it was impossible for him to encapsulate both. You had yet to witness a display of his supposed lack-of-a-heart, and all but witnessed his evidence of one - a heart misread by many and miscommunicated to many, a heart abstruse.

Yes, anyone with eyes could state with confidence that Executor was handsome; it seemed, however, that you were the only who was now being settled upon with the realization that, ‘and he’s a gentleman’.

Your heart was rapid within your chest, your cheeks flushed a pink hue, - and your eyes could not remove themselves from Executor. Any attempt you made to avert your attention failed, as whenever you flicked your gaze away, it still inevitably fixed onto his careful hands, or his assured movements, or his focus-sharpened face. He unearthed a tourniquet from the black bag he had slung around his shoulder, briefly explained to you that he would apply it in order to halt blood flow and limit excessive bleeding.

He carefully set the arm of your injured shoulder to rest across your stomach, a more comfortable position and one that supports the vulnerable limb enough for the time being, “Please maintain this position, and refrain from moving or attempting to use your arm until we rejoin our Squad. A Medic Operator is required to properly attend to your injury.”, All you managed is a high-pitched sound, a “mhm” in reply.

You silently said thank you to the fact that applying the tourniquet on your arm required majority of his focus, else you were aware he would’ve noticed you staring yet again.

Your eyes studied each of his facial features, each line of his face. His eyes didn’t display enough emotion to discern, as they never did, however your closeness allowed you to notice how concentration sharpened them as he twisted the tourniquet and how the city lights illuminated the light blue hue of his irises; the ivory strands of his hair fell slightly into his gaze as he tilted his head down to properly view your injury, and your hand twitched to tuck the straying pieces away back into their place; his pale skin on his face was without blemishes, and you silently argued with yourself over if his cheeks would be cool or warm to the touch.

You didn’t have to continue mentally debating with yourself over it for very long, as your arm not effected by your injury suddenly lifted to allow your hand to cradle his cheek. Warm; the surface of his skin is warm, and under the contact of your palm, you notice his cheek becomes warmer.

Executor stiffened completely to the point of being statuesque, from his hands ceasing their task of securing your tourniquet to his lungs failing to expand with air for a moment; the only movement was of his hair falling to obscure his eyes. You initially mistook his flinch for discomfort, and you almost pulled your hand away in worry that he would push it away himself.

Again, however, Executor averted your expectations.

He tilts his head in a slow and small movement towards your touch, then he slowly allowed his gaze to drift to yours. No words produced from his throat until after a small while, when your code name was uttered from his lips and he continued in words of question, “...What do you require? Is your injury causing you excessive pain, or do you feel abnormal symptoms?” You didn’t provide an answer to his queries, unless what you blurted out next could be called a sufficient answer.

“Executor, you're pretty.”

He did not reply to you, initially. The Sankta remained unmoving, not even a twitch of his fingers or a blink of his eyes, for a long moment; when he finally did move, it was in a series of slow blinks. Then, his lungs suddenly pulled in a curt inhale of air and his eyes widened, albeit so little you would've missed had you not been leaned in closer to him.

“I…” He cleared his throat, “I am unsure what you mean.”

His reply was near priceless, as you didn't think such a straightforward statement would require elaboration; the only other thing you couldn't possibly put a fitting price on was the near-imperceptibly stunned expression that had quickly fallen onto his face.

Chiming with a light giggle, you pressed your hand closer to his cheek and reiterated in a tone firm with insistence, “As in, you're attractive. No wonder everyone in that Engineering Dormitory insists on asking you out non-stop.” Your addendum to your original statement did little to relieve Executor of his puzzled state, and did everything to exacerbate it. “Pardon. I am afraid I do not understand your wording.” His voice was loyal to that which was typical of him, as it did not falter and remained cool as usual; it was his facial features, that betrayed him.

The size of his pupils shrunk as his eyes widened a fraction more, his jaw tightened visibly as he attempted to catch his lips from falling agape, and his eyebrows lowered to knit slightly in a confused furrow. All are changes you had never witnessed on his facial features before, and each new one you noticed began to cause your lips to upturn into a delighted grin. Most especially - the pink hue that faintly dusted his cheeks.

“Oh!” Your exclamation was raised in astonishment; you'd never once seen Executor’s pale cheeks saturated with any colour at all, not on any occasion, not to any person, not in reaction to anything. And yet, they were now flushed a rosy tint. The injury on your shoulder was forgotten completely; elation lifted your heart towards the sky and mirth played across on your facial features.

With glimmering eyes and an exultant smile, your voice melted out of you in a coo lifted with tease, “Now you look really pretty, blushing like that.”

Executor’s cheeks deepened in colour, however after that, you received no further reactions. You wondered if his brain abruptly quit functioning when it received your words, unfamiliar words that it failed to process; his gaze didn’t leave your face for even a glance, his facial expression froze in wide eyes and flushed cheeks, and he halted all his movement, somehow even including the natural movements of his blackened halo and wings.

Much to your even further amusement, you were reminded of when the Rhodes Island computer terminals displayed the error with the blue screen that instructed to restart the device.

[tuneseeker]

what it's like dating him.

❀. executor's love language is most definitely acts of service!

❀. whenever he goes out on missions, he attempts to complete them in a strictly-set timeframe. not because of whatever reason someone thinks is the case, but because he wants to make the most of the rest of the trip to get you souvenirs; things he thinks you might like.

❀. he's not so big on pda — the most one can get him to tolerate is hand-holding and cheek-kisses in public. however, he tends to be very receptive to affection.

❀. he enjoys being held. he'll curl up into your side when you both lie together, tucked underneath your chin.

❀. he's confident that, even in this position, he can protect you easily.

❀. he's a bit like a cat, honestly. he'll sidle up to you and rest his head on your shoulder, just...soaking in your warmth.

❀. he's the kind of boyfriend to, when you say you're cold, hold your hand and stick it in his coat pocket. of course, if this continues, he'll simply tug you closer so you can leech off his body heat.

❀. no, it's not just an excuse to hug you in public — what are you saying? (it is exactly that.)

💌 a message from tuneseeker! sorry this was done so late! to all the exe likers out there, this one's for you!

[aaksees]

HIHIHI can i request executor dating hcs tyty

⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ Executor Dating HCs ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

Having Executor as a lover would be like dating a rock sometimes. But don't worry he's really just slow when it comes to the concepts of love.

Executor isn't the one thats usually initiating intimacy but when he does, he's a bit rigid when doing it. He's trying his best!

He always prioritizes all of your requests before anything. He loves that you depend on him!

This man would spoil you a lot. He's only ever done this to you and not much for other people. Although you should probably tell him specifically what kind of gift you want, he might suddenly give you a random computer component. 

He's not one for PDA but if you ever ask for it, he'll do so. 

He gets soft when you call him Federico! Although his colleagues already call him that it just hits different when you say his real name.

Executor wont hesitate to blow up people if something bad ever happens to you. Your safety is his priority and he makes sure that the people who hurt you are brought to justice.

All in all Executor is super happy that you’re his, although he doesn’t show it on his face, he makes up for it by spoiling you with gifts.

[latimeria-fell-from-heaven]

Silverash is a top?

Phantom is a top?

Lumen bottom

Chongyue top

Lee top

Mlynar top

Now… what both executor and enforcer?

personally, i like to think of phantom as a switch since he is willing to either top or entirely submit himself to you depending on how either of you feels. all phantom truly cares about is relishing in the feel of your skin against his and soaking up the intimacy of your bodies becoming one. but everything else i absolutely agree with ( ꈍ◡ꈍ)

as for enforcer, he radiates very soft dom/switch-leaning vibes, y'know? he doesn't mind being on top or letting you take the reigns as you ride him. enforcer is very similar in that aspect to phantom, as both very much relish in the intimacy of sex. though enforcer is a bit more willing to delve into friskier kinks, such as getting handsy in your office when your other assistants are off completing their assignments or dragging him into an empty storage room so he can blow out your backside. he's very much into somnophilia, whether it be him sinking his length into your warm body or your lips wrapped around his shaft as he groggily turns over to allow you better access to him. sleepy angel boy just likes the mornings when he gets sucked off before work <33

as for executor, that's gonna be a bit of a hard choice because, let's be honest here, he's so robotic and emotionless that just getting him into bed is a miraculous feat. he takes everything at face value, so you're going to very likely guide him throughout the whole process. his ministrations are crude, but at the very least you'll give him the credit for at least trying. but for some reason, executor has a strange fixation on oral, his mouth unrelenting as he brings you to orgasm over and over. hell, he keeps his head in between your legs for so long that you have to force him out bc you're so god-awfully overstimulated. executor's thrust game is pretty mid, so you'll have to ride him like he's your personal dildo, which he doesn't seem to mind all too much. but executor always follows your word to a fautless degree, whether you want him to sloppily fuck you or just shut up and be your living dildo. he even seems to enjoy it—well as much as his stoic face will allow.

[kahidlaws]

quick executor alter drabble dedicated to a mutual who indoctrinated me to appreciating the sankta <3

reader is ambiguous gender but has a vagina

cw: desk sex, fingering, clothed sex, premature ejaculation but like he can bring it back up like how he brought me back into the game 🥴

He's started asking questions.

This was out of the ordinary for someone like Federico 'Executor' Giallo. The man never second-guessed, never doubted his superiors requests when it comes to missions. It led to many people theorizing that Executor was a robot but then that would be an insult to Lancet-2 because she had more personality than he did.

You never expected the question that he asks of you.

"How do you finger someone?"

Good gods, he can really excel at everything if you asked him.

He has his ever-so serious expression on his face. The same one where he shoots his guns at the enemy. The same one where he's gained the title of Saint. The same one where he delicately glides his fingers over your wet folds as you taught him with a shaky breath.

Enacting such a lascivious act on your desk was far from how you wanted the lesson to go but you didn't complain. After all, Executor had no qualms when he hoisted you on it and removed your pants and underwear in a way that seemed to practice. If you didn't know any better, it seemed as though he was treating this as a mission.

But you do know better. You see how his ears turn ever-so pink and his heart that beats profoundly beneath his saintly garb.

"Is this well for you, Doctor?" He asks you, voice hushed.

You sighed softly at his ministrations. He was trying but he was following a routine. "It's okay, but not quite there yet. You have to change it up."

He raised a brow and if he didn't have his fingers toying with your pussy, you would've laughed. "'Change it up'?"

"Like so." You proceeded to shoo his hand away, using your own to show him how to pleasure you. "You want to alternate strokes and teasing in order to increase the feeling of satisfaction when we get to penetrative sex."

And it was amazing how he listened intently to you, eyes honing in on how your index and ring finger parted your folds in order for your middle finger to rub your clit. You let out a small moan, rubbing slow circles around the nub. He tentatively raised a hand and you let it glide across your inner thigh before attempting to copy your moves. He used his thumb to rub your clit and the size difference of his thumb compared to your finger was enough to make you fully moan.

He caught on fully, this time, shooing your hand away as he uses his entire palm to cover your pussy. The heel of his palm digging into your clit as his long fingers found their way prodding your entrance. He let out an imperceptible breath through his nose, almost marveling at how wet you became from his actions.

"You mentioned penetrative sex," He started, eyes wandering straight to yours, "is there something more to this?"

Oh, dear gods, you were going to enjoy this.

"Y-Yes there is." You answered, eyes fluttering when the tips of his fingers entered your hole but not all the way. "If you want c-continue after this."

He paused, his middle finger circling over your hole. "It wouldn't be fair if I didn't see this through."

And then he plunged his middle and ring finger all the way inside you. Your eyes fully rolled back, your spine concaving as you let out a keening cry. His fingers were long enough to reach that special part inside of you that when he curls them just right-

You threw your head back when he did, hands grabbing purchase on his clothes as your hips thrusted to meet his hand. The heel of his palm continued to grind deliciously against your clit as his fingers plunged in and out, making squelching noises that it made your ears burn.

"Fuck, Executor-" You whimpered. "Federico, please..."

His throat bobs up and down at the mention of his name. His other hand replaced his palm, the thumb doing quick strokes on your clit as his fingers thrusted deeper, curling each time he reaches the deepest parts.

"Fuck, Federico, yes...!" You mewled, tossing an arm over your eyes. "Just like that-mmm fuck, I'm gonna-"

He drew impossibly closer to you, now leaning over your sprawled body. He braces his hand over you, making him return in using his palm to grind your clit. "Doctor, I might have a problem."

The words didn't register in your mind. It wasn't until he slowed down that you looked up at him. "H-Huh?"

He took your hand that used to cover your eyes, guiding it across his chest and down to his pants where you gasped when you felt his sizeable problem.

"What shall I do, Doctor?"

His responses were so dry but it does the complete opposite to your pussy. You squeezed his girth through his clothes and you grinned teasingly when you hear his sharp intake of breath.

"You just continue." You breathed against his lips. "I'll handle your problem."

And with that, you surged forward, capturing his lips against yours as you palmed his cock. Thankfully, he knew how to kiss, meeting your eager mouth with his as you felt his tongue glide over the seam of your lips. His hand that was still toying with your pussy began to thrust harder, making you move up and down your desk as his mouth swallowed your moans. Meanwhile, your hand was pressing against his girth, teasing what you assumed was the head of his cock as you gripped harder.

When you felt the coil in your stomach getting tighter, you parted from his mouth, eyes shining with tears. "I'm close, Federico...!"

He thankfully understood, upping the ante as he raised himself over you. His other hand soon returned to your clit, rubbing in quick strokes as your hips thrusted to meet his hands. You were losing your grip on his cock but you had to see it through. You gripped his girth harder, rubbing it through his clothes that it made Federico shudder.

"Doctor..." He sighed out. "I..."

Whatever he was going to say was drowned out by your cries of your orgasm washing over you. Your walls clenched his fingers so tightly that it seemed like you were trying to break his fingers. He slowed down on his ministrations, letting your orgasm continue as your thighs twitch beside him. Sweat rolled down your back, making you cringe when you remember that you didn't remove your top or your coat.

You felt as though all the bones were melted. Your chest heaved up and down, already tired from having to be fingered by Executor of all people but you were elated all the same.

You tried to retrieve your hand back from his crotch but your eyebrows raised in surprise when you felt wetness. Looking down, you gasped when you spot a dark patch on his pants where his cock was. Did he always cum that much?

"That's what I was trying to say." He said after a beat. "How will you remedy this, Doctor?"

You were tired. You just got the best orgasm of your life minutes ago. You should've been the good partner and cleaned up the mess.

But you grinned cheekily, fingers toying with his zipper. "I'll see this mission through, Federico."

And you delighted in being this Sankta's first when you felt his cock stir under your fingertips.

[penandlandship]

Hello :) could I request a fluff hc with executor? Where the reader is a bit of a tsundere and wants to cuddle him but you know :) if that’s okay? Sorry long request!

(This is not a long request, you are fine!)

Executor x Tsundere Headcanons

Executor and you have been dating for some time now, and you really want to cuddle with him. But it’s embarrassing to just ask. 

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Try as you might, you flirt with him. He doesn’t pick up what you put down. 

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You would end up ignoring him for some time, however he would keep seeking you out for company. 

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“Why do you keep avoiding me, did I do something wrong?”

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Executor has never been good at picking up hints. As such he would believe he was the one at fault should something like this happen. 

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You explain that you just want to snuggle and he would blink. “Why didn’t you just say that?”

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For what it’s worth. His cuddles are warm, though there is a lack of glowing halo on his head, he does not mean the snuggles themselves are bad.

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You would apologise to him, and he would apologise back, sealing it with a quick kiss. 

[marahuyos]

@okaeri-doktah​: Ahjahajs okay so hiya!!I wanted to request something lovey and fluffy with Executor getting a workaholic Doctor to cut it out and take a much needed break lolol?? 👉👈And I hope you're safe and well sgshgs!! 🥺

*:･ﾟ✧ hi!! omg i hope i can do your love for executor justice hhhh

gn!reader | reader is doctor

tw: slight ooc executor im so sorry even tho i had him e2 and his skin for the longest time alsdjsofjisodf

File the papers. Lock the cabinet door. Then file away his shotguns.

The Sankta was methodical in his approach, always following a strict order to make sure he himself has order. Executor has lived with this way of life up until his recruitment to Rhodes Island. Well, before that, but he'd rather not subject anyone with his past.

Not when he has another mission in mind.

With a flourish of his coat, he briskly walked towards a certain area. He ignored the stares of female staff stopping to stare at him as he headed up towards the cafeteria, briefly nodding at Matterhorn as he immediately knew what Executor wanted.

The Forte grabbed something from the fridge and presented it to the Sankta. The lemon cake was placed delicately on top of the plate as Matterhorn provided a fork and tissue with it.

With a swift thanks, Executor got them and made his way towards a certain office. During his walk, he made sure not to bump into anyone or run fast in fear of dropping the cake.

As he made his way in front of two big doors, he opened one and, as he expected, he sees you hunched over your desk. Letting out a small sigh through his nose, he entered your office. The giant windows that stretched from the floor to the ceiling showed the starry night, no cloud in the sky. And yet you were here, writing down reports as if you were to lose your sanity tomorrow.

Or today, Executor thinks when he checks the wall clock. 1:42 AM.

As gently as he could, he set the plate down and raised a hand to shake your shoulder. As if your brain was lagging, it took a few seconds for you to lift your head and meet his eyes. He honed in on the dark half circles below your eyes and cheeks that had deathlike pallor. He maybe should've asked for the rest of the lemon cake if he knew you looked like this.

"Oh, Executor..." You yawned out, covering your mouth as you attempted to straighten your back. The Sankta had to suppress his cringe when he hears very audible cracks on your back and your neck when you rolled it. "What brings you here?"

He tapped your table in a slow rhythm, staring at the piles of paper. "You need to rest, Doctor."

You rolled your shoulders, more cracks sounding out. "Goodness, that time already? I'm not even halfway done..."

"Those can be done after you rest." He said as he watched you stand up. It was clear that you haven't stood up in a long while, when you stretched your legs and groaned heavily. Immediately, he went to the small cupboards that held refreshments and hot water. Procuring chamomile tea and your favorite mug, he set the tea bag inside and poured in the water from the kettle.

Hearing you plop down on the sofa made for deliberations with other people, he knew his mission was almost complete. All he had to do was follow with the last phase of the mission.

Which is to set the cake and steeping tea on the coffee table as he sat next to you. Your head immediately went to his shoulder, finding solace in another's warmth as you felt his hand card behind your head.

Kal'tsit would definitely kill you when she realizes the position you were in. Especially with the likes of Executor. Actually, maybe she already knew and she would always glare at you with disappointment without you knowing. But as your memories still haven't returned and you being the now-empathetic leader of Rhodes Island, you would break contracts just to be with him like this.

"The tea is ready." He said, nudging you softly with his shoulder. "It will get cold soon."

You hummed, snuggling to him closer. "Will you feed me, then?"

It wasn't like Executor to be mocking but you could make the faintest glimmer of mischief in his eyes when you said that. "No. You have two hands, Doctor."

You rolled your eyes, sitting up straight so you could pout at him. "I'm supposed to be resting, aren't I? I shouldn't lift a finger."

You expected him to persuade you to eat by yourself but the rule-abiding Sankta surprised you yet again when he leaned in. His lips were laid upon yours in a soft kiss, tongue slightly brushing against your bottom lip before he pulled away before you could reciprocate back.

"There," he said simply, enjoying the flush on your cheeks and not the deathless pallor from before, "now you have energy to eat."

[arknights-imagines]

Happy Release Day to Executor 🥰🥳🧡!!!

(Art is a commission by @aruaruarisa on Twitter!)

Hiya everyone dgdhd 🥺!! I'm v busy today however I knew I had to find time to make a special post, as today March 25 is the day Executor was released to the EN server aaa omg 🥳💕!!! As I mentioned before I also like to call it Exerico's anniversary lololsnsjs~

Executor/'Rico is my ultimate Arknights favourite and I love him lots sbsjbs 💞👉👈!! I'm v thankful to everyone for supporting my love for Executor, such as reading when I talk about him and enjoying the stuff I write for him aaa 😭💕!!! It means v v much to me, tysm to all of you guys!

I'm also always v happy to meet more Executor fans, before I started the blog I wasn't sure if anyone else liked him as well wvshss 🤔! I'm glad that other Arknights players share my love for our Angel with a Shotgun lololsbjss 💞💞~

Anywho aaa, both of us have gifts for everyone as a way to celebrate for today! Executor and I would like to give each of you a slice of cake and a bouquet of flowers 💐!!! Please take them and enjoy aaa~

Executor sends a sincere 'thank you' to everyone for your love and support of him since his arrival to the EN server 👍! He hopes you'll continue to find use for him and he's always happy to be of service ✨!!!

That's all sgshsg 👉👈!! I'll get back to work then, I'm a lil tired but I still have lots that requires my attention in terms of my IRL matters! As I mentioned previously, I simply knew I had to make a special post for today 💕~ (I hope to be able to answer miscellaneous asks from you guys soon, I'll try my v best aaa!!)

Happy Release Day to Executor 🥳💕!!

"Doctor, since my arrival, contrary to majority at Rhodes Island, you have never treated me as an anomaly. Thank you. I am always grateful for your acceptance and appreciation.

I will continue to do my duty in ensuring you remain safe and well-rested, if you are comfortable and will allow it.

Please take it easy, Doctor."

I hope you'll stick around and please have an awesome day 🌸!!!

Yours truly,

- Exe 💞! (and a celebrating Executor as well sjzkks 🥳!!)

[arknights-imagines]

EXECUTOR IS JUST MISUNDERSTOOD I LOVE THAT MAN WE LOVE THAT MAN RHODES ISLAND OPERATERS WOULDN’T UNDERSTAND HIM GOD I WANT TO KISS AND HUG HIM UGHHH

Anon sbsjs, hiya there 💕!!

AAA omg, definitely a big yes here 🥰😭!!!! I'm always super glad and hyped to see more people who love 'Rico/Executor lots just like I do 👉👈💞~ Our angel with a shotgun deserves lots and lots of love!!!

(Asbzjs like I mentioned before, he truly is a good angel 😭😇!!)

I'm v glad you agree that he's in all honestly just misunderstood by many at Rhodes Island sgshs 😭!! And definitely yes aaa 💕!! He would most certainly appreciate a kiss and a hug from you anon, v much~ 🥳 (He'd be a lil surprised most likely, as sometimes affection does confuse him, but appreciative nonetheless 💞!)

If you'd like it, he'd give you a kiss back in return 🥺 and a slice of cake if you'd like that as well 🍰!!!

(Art is a commission by @aruaruarisa on Twitter!)

Anywho svhss, tysm for your ask anon 💕!! Like I said previously, 'Rico/Executor appreciation always makes me v happy aahjsvsh 🥺💞 so it's always, always welcome in my inbox!!

Executor kindly reminds you "rest is required, doctor. please, take it easy." 💕!! He cares about you lots, so please do look after your wellbeing abshss

I hope you'll stick around, please have a great day 🌸!!!

[arknights-imagines]

*leaves angle food cake for executor* okay bye-bye :)

Hiya sgshs!! Tysm for joining the Anniversary celebrations 🎊!!

Aaa omg you have a gift and it's for my favourite yayy 🥳💞!!! Okay great, angel food cake for Executor 🥺 That's v perfect for 'Rico sgshs tysm and it'll definitely get to him safe, dw 💕!

I wonder how he'll take your gift sgshs 💞?

Taglist for Executor Appreciation!:

@vesvic

@zone10-8

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Angel Food Cake for Executor

(From @haruhifujimori)

When the cake box is left in Dr. Exe’s hands, they beam widely - to no one’s surprise, they’re beyond delighted to be entrusted to deliver your gift to Executor.

They find the Sankta organizing paperwork in one of Rhodes Islands’ office rooms. A tap on his shoulder causes him to turn around with a gentle flutter of his coat. However, before he can ask Dr. Exe what they need, they quickly pass him the gift box, then explain where and who it came from.

Executor’s brow lifts ever-so-slightly. His eyes fix to Dr. Exe who seems to be raptly awaiting his reaction to the gift, before slowly coming to the box that was pushed into his hands. After a few moments, the Sankta clears his throat quietly, “Pardon. I am simply surprised.” Careful, he places the box on a desk nearby, “This is a gift addressed to myself? An occurrence like this is…irregular. Could you repeat again who its sender is?” Dr. Exe smiles and winks, “Someone who likes you lots, of course! Enough to want to send you their appreciation through a gift.”

His facial features soften - albeit, perhaps not noticeably - and his free hand comes to his chin, expression thoughtful. “I believe I understand. So long as there is no ill-will in this action, I’ll accept this. It is just that, sending me presents such as this is unnecessary.” Though he says that, the blue of Executor’s eyes that’s shining just barely with a sparkle of curiosity and content tells otherwise.

Finally, he opens the lid of the box - revealing a round angel food cake, the portion enough for one person. “Cake?” His hand picks up the small fork also in the box after a few moments, “Mm. Considering I am a Sankta from Laterano, desserts are gifts that would be typical.” And it seems that even he, as a Sankta - taciturn and mechanical as he appeared -, couldn’t suppress his near-natural sweet tooth.

With the fork, he takes a bite of the angel food cake; his eyes shut for a moment as he swallows it, and when they reopen there’s a gentle approval behind them. The cake is delicate and sweet, leaving behind a light sugary taste in his mouth - it’s perfectly baked.

As he takes another piece of the cake onto his utensil, the Sankta speaks in a tone that had a seldom-present warmth lacing it, “I’m afraid I cannot completely understand the emotions this gift’s sender has towards me, not do I think myself worthy of being someone's object of affection. But, don’t misunderstand me.”

Executor’s facial expression is gentle, and lifts the bite of the angel food cake to his lips, “What is for certain is that I appreciate this gift more than I am able to express, and I will enjoy it very much. Thank you.”

[arknights-imagines]

daily reminder that executor loves you!

Sgsugs anon, hello 💕!!

AAA omg 😖💞!!! This is super sweet and it made me smile, anon bless your soul tysm 😭🥺! Definitely the best reminder I've gotten all day svshs~

Executor and I love you (and everyone who supports the blog aaa) too lololl 🥺👉👈!!

(Art by @/claradeso on Twitter!)

I hope you don't mind if we remind you and everyone to look after and be kind to yourself sbdjs! As Executor says himself: "Rest is required, doctor. Please take it easy." 🥰~!!

Ty again for your v v sweet ask anon 😖💕!! I hope you'll stick around and please have an awesome day 🌸!

[penandlandship]

Hi Draco whsjhs!! Exe here from arknights-imagines 🥳💞

Could I possibly request something with Executor and his Operator s/o, where reader gets injured on one of their missions and Executor is all concerned over their wounds svshhd?? 👉👈 (Maybe he can even help them get patched up himself??) It could be cute too if reader used his real name sbsjhs 🥺 Whatever you'd like to do of course 💕!!

Tysm and I really hope you don't mind me dropping by your inbox aaa 🥺👉👈

- Exe 💘

(?! MY SENPAI! Alright let's do this!)

Exectuor x Operator!Reader

Fighting off knights was tough. But Nearl requested aid with fighting these corrupted knights and you were sent in along with Executor to deal with them in Kazimierz, speicfically one of the towns. In the fight, however, you had been struck in the leg by an arrow. As pain shot through you, more and more arrow were fired in your direction. Though they would stop as one of the enemy knights was walking over with his sword raised to finish you off. Only for his head to explode into a blood mess and his body fall to the side. Executor stood over you, shotgun in hand. He would put the gun away and scoop you up bridal style. "Just hold on. Transporting to safe destination." His solemn voice and robotic way of speaking would be music to your ears as he ducked into a nearby alleyway. You two were safe for now. "T-Thank y-you..." Your shakey voice echoed out as the Sankta would pull out a first aid kit from his bag and begin to clean the blood off of you. "Do not thank me, protecting you is my primary mission." What a curious thing to say. You would ask him more about this but you felt a sharp pain in your leg as he pulled the arrow out and began to clean the wound. "W-We can't d-delay, we need to get going!"

"No. I need to make sure you are patched up. It's my fault you were hurt." His voice was even, it was hard to tell if he actually cared or not. But from the very...very faint frown of his brow. You knew he was. Executor was never really good at expressing his emotions. But you've been around him long eough to notice those small cues that he has. A frown here, a twitch there. You had trained yourself to pick up on these things.

"Federico, listen to me..." You cupped his cheeks and turned him to face you. Looking into his eyes, you saw the guilt. "...You are not at fault here."

"But it is. I should have cleared the high ground before you went in. I should have warned you. Been there fo-" "Stop....just stop."

You lean in and press your lips on his forehead. Just under his darkened halo. "I don't blame you. Forgive yourself!" "I...I shall. thank you very much." The man leaned into the kiss, feeling a bit better as he went back down and bandaged up your wounds then helped you up. "We need to find more cover and get some help. And..." He turned to face you once more. To finish his speech.

"I will have your back. Now and always. I promise."

With that the two of you headed out to continue the mission, feeling battered but just a little closer.

[arknights-imagines]

Executor needs more love, EXECUTOR FOR THIS VALENTINES EVENT!!........... Please..

The Valentine's Day Letter and Date Event has now ended!! 🥺💞 I'll make a post at a later date with more information about that sghsgs!

From, Executor

Valentine's Day Letter and Date Event

You practically have to strain your neck to peer over the stacks of papers filling your arms, though even so you smile at everyone passing by or occupying the halls. The fact that Valentine’s will be concluding soon isn't something many at Rhodes Island seem to care to take note of; gifts are still being exchanged, deliveries of Valentine’s Day cards are still plenty, the heart-shaped red and pink decorations have been taken down, and smiles still linger on many faces you see. You’re certainly not distasteful of this of course, and in such a sweet atmosphere, there was no way you could be. Also, you understand why all this is, as barely do the Rhodes Island Operators and staff enjoy holidays or revelling - any time for celebration would be intensely embraced and cherished.

A huff pushes itself from your chest when you finally reach and push open the door to the Human Resources Department, where you’ve been instructed to drop off the incredulous amount of papers you're currently carrying. They’re evaluated Operator applications, ones you would’ve never been able to finish as punctually as you did if it weren't for the dedicated assistance of a certain Sankta.

You pause your walking as soon as he comes to your thoughts. A warmth passes over you, melting your heart slightly and tinting your cheeks pink. Deluging yourself in your paperwork was certainly worth it, you realize; after you’re done leaving your completed work with Human Resources, you’ll have the remainder of the day to spend with that same very special Sankta, should his own schedule permit it.

Locating the appropriate area labelled as “evaluated Operator applications, collection tray reserved for the Doctor”, you free your hands of the paper stacks and grin. However, your softened face quickly goes tense in surprise when you turn around; your eyes barely catch a blur of red hair as an excited voice calls out “Yo! There you are boss!”, and suddenly Exusiai stands in front of you.

You blink at her for a moment, still a little alarmed. She barely notices, however, and smile exuberantly at you, “A very Happy Valentine’s, boss! And also, I have an important Valentine’s Day delivery for you, not from me, from another certain Sankta who's serious all the time!! You might know him, hehe~.” With a flourish, Exusiai presents to you a white envelope closed with a pink wax seal. It’s spotless and carries a very faint sweet scent, the Laterano crest has been pressed into the wax used to seal it; your name is printed in clean handwriting on the back, sure enough. Suddenly, your eyes sparkle and the warmth in your chest intensifies - you just might know who the sender of the letter is.

You send Exusiai off after a grateful ‘thank you’ before you exit the Human Resources Department and find a quiet place down the hall where you won't be bothered. With careful hands, you open the envelope. Affection melts onto your face expression when your eyes lay upon the uniform lines of words awaiting you on the paper inside the envelope.

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Love, hello.

Please allow me to apologize; once again, it is my hope that you do not mind the abruptness of me writing to you. It seems as though these unannounced letters are becoming a habit of mine. I do not take myself for the emotional type, though as of late [name], I have an unfamiliar urge and words I wish to say to you have accumulated in my mind; I find that letters like this assist me in communicating those complicated thoughts and make me feel at ease. The letter I sent you for Christmastime had such an effect, so perhaps one may result in the same.

Some uncertainty within me still remains, however, so please excuse me should anything I write equal nonsense.

I am afraid I do not fully understand the occasion I am writing to you for; similar to Christmas, Valentine’s Day is another celebratory occasion I lack complete knowledge of. Do not misunderstand me, love. Of course, I am well aware of the reasons pertaining to its existence and the traditions regarding it. Valentine’s is for those romantically involved, gift of items such as chocolates or flowers are often exchanged and couples spend intimate time exclusively with one another. Is that correct?

In my case, Valentine’s Day has always insignificant. By extension, the concept of love is not something I valued very much either. My work does not require me to be affectionate. As a matter of fact, the Laterano Notarial Hall’s unofficial protocols towards executors advise strongly against any interpersonal relationships; emotional people do not make suitable employees for them, it is their belief that any sort of affection executor develop towards anyone carries the possibility of interfering with missions and tasks.

As such, I did not think I was allowed to love you, [name]; perhaps that will sound incomprehensible to you, however that is the only way I can think of to say it. It has taken me an extremely long time to comprehend this feeling caused inside of me by you. I believe I see now. Though, I lack the sufficient wording to convey what I need to, so please forgive me and I would advise you not to place high expectations on what I will say next.

I should not chase you, I am well aware it is taboo to do so; but that matters not, for I can do nothing to prevent the warming of my chest whenever I am with you nor my desire for more of that warmth. Previously, the way you caused me to feel made me become very unsure; such uncertainty is not a frequent occurrence for me, so this would concern me. None of that remains anymore, however. Do not worry, love. I now understand at least in part the extent of my affection for you.

I wish to stay with you in a way I have never experienced before. If necessary, I would break any rule in order to always return to the indescribable comfort you carry; I am at ease when your hand is my cheek, your fingers interlace with mine, or your kiss meets my lips. I do not know if I will ever be as content as I am when we are together, and something foreign inside my chest hurts when I imagine myself without you.

Despite such, of course I understand the fact that with me may not be the greatest possible place for you. Often, I am afraid I cannot love you to the same extent as another person might; someone more acquainted with their emotions than I, someone who can express their love for you without hesitance. Should you decide you would be happier someplace without me, I will not object or force something onto your life to make it more difficult. Love, you can doubt me if you wish, but I am truly happy so long as you are happy.

So please, look after yourself. You are so important to me, [name]; I love you more than I could ever express.

Even if dispelling loneliness is not essential for life, it certainly does not hurt; considering this, I decided to request of the Notarial Hall a small period of leave for Valentine’s Day. When I did, I noticed I received extremely odd looks from those I work with; I am not surprised, many of the other executors have said there was no possibility of me ever getting romantically involved. [Name], this turn of events caused by you has surprised me as well; however I do not mind, not at all. On the contrary, I am very happy.

In any case, if you do not have more pressing matters on hand, would you like to spend Valentine’s Day together? Do not worry, for I already have something in mind that I would like to do with you. As Rhodes Island is staying in Laterano for some time and I am now on leave, you have the rare opportunity to visit me. You do not have to stay with me for all of today, love; however, I would like it very much if you came to see me at least, as I would like to greet you Happy Valentine’s in-person.

Take it easy, please. Never doubt that I love you very much, [name].

- Executor

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There is so much raw emotion - of love and sincerity that is reserved only for you - in Executor’s words, that you’re certain you can feel it as you trace the lines of his handwriting with your fingertips. You smile the slightest yet warmest of grins and behind your eyes sparkles exuberance.

You linger in the almost embrace-like warmth Executor's letter surrounds you with, then you straighten and immediately head towards one of the Landship's exits. There was no need for the Sankta to write his address on the letter, as you naturally know it by memory.

In no time, you're hastily making your way through the streets of Laterano. The sunset rather fittingly paints the sky in hues of pink and red by the time you reach the Laterano Notarial Hall’s residence unit buildings, enter, then head up the stairs. You’re giddy like a child who's eaten too much sugary candies once at the door of Executor’s living unit. The way you knock on the door quietly isn't at all telling of your racing heart - however the elated grin that pulls at your lips once the door opens is.

Executor’s face softens completely as soon as he meets your eyes, “Hello love. You’re here sooner than I anticipated.” You grin sheepishly, “Sorry. I got excited.” He shakes his head at you, stepping aside to allow you entry, “Nonsense, no need for apologies. I do not mind.”

You head into his living unit eagerly, thanking the Sankta when he takes your Rhodes Island coat to hang it up. Once the door shuts behind you both, a long exhale leaves your lungs; an inexorable warm comfort comes over you like a flood. You’re not at Executor’s place often, and yet it always feels like home to you.

Your attention is caught by his kitchen island that has various paper bags and boxes occupying its top. The Sankta notices your curiosity before you have the chance to ask, “Do you recall what I mentioned to you in the note I attached with your Christmas gift, [name]?” As he speaks, his hand interlaces with yours and he very gently leads you over into the kitchen. You’re quiet for a moment, eyes thoughtful, before you perk up in realization, “...that you would teach me how to make a cake like the one you gave me some time in the future?” He nods, “Mm, yes. That is correct. And in fact, that is what I have planned for today, if you would like to, of course.” The most minuscule of smiles comes to his lips when your eyes fill with sparkle and you reply right away, “Yes, please. I would love to.”

Unable to contain your excitement, you’re already beside the kitchen island reading all the labels on the bags and boxes; they’re all baking supplies, you realize. You feel Executor’s presence float behind you as he speaks, “I have taken care of everything we need, so we can start right away. Once we are finished baking, it is necessary that we put aside a slice of the cake. Vermeil was very adamant that I bring some of the cake for her when I told her we might be baking one. As a matter of fact, she almost resorted to violently kicking and hitting my legs until I promised she would receive a cake slice from me.” At that, you snicker a little - you go to turn around, but a pair of arms wrapping around your waist stops you.

Executor says nothing as he pulls you until your back is flush against his chest, and he rests his chin on your shoulder. You go still and fall silent, trying to see his face from the corner of your eye. For a few moments, you’re lost in the warmth his touch provides; once you snap from your thoughts, you whisper at him, “...Executor? Is something wrong?” You feel his quickened heartbeat on your spine now, and as your own heart begins to palpitate you wonder if he can feel yours. The Sankta murmurs a little, then shakes his head gently, “No, love. Everything is completely perfect.” Your cheeks flood with heat when he tilts his head and leaves a light kiss on the corner of your lips, “Happy Valentine’s, [name]. I cannot begin to describe how much this means to me. Thank you.”

You turn your head to meet his eyes, smiling affectionately, “Of course. Happy Valentine’s Day, Executor.” Executor’s gaze is so warm that the steel blue of his eyes may as well have melted into a puddle at both your feet, and you swear his halo and wings are glowing though you’re well aware that isn't possible. Exhaling sharply, he speaks steadily this time, “Baking is an extremely long process, so in the interest of time let’s begin soon, love.” He takes one of his hands away from your waist and uses it to open the baking book that happens to be in front of you, “About the cake, as for me, I am happy so long as we share a slice once it is complete. However, as for you, do you have a preference? In my opinion, red velvet would be the most suitable cake for Valentine’s day…”

[arknights-imagines]

waahh hi i love ur writing!! can i request an affectionate doctor having a sweet kissing session with executor + silverash? i just wanna give them a lot of affection and make them feel always loved 😭

Anon hiya!! 🥳 Tysm for this request sgsugshs it's so cute and I love it!! 😭🥺 Executor and SilverAsh are some of my favourites to write for sgsugshs 💕 I tried to make it as soft and lovey-dovey as I could so I hope you and everyone else likes it 👉👈

Also, because Executor's Birthday was July 7th I gave him some extra love in his part svshsv!! 🎂🥳 He deserves a break lolol 🥺 so Happy (late) Birthday Executor and happy reading to everyone!! 🥺🥳

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Kissing sessions with Executor and SilverAsh

Imagine format; mixed perspectives! (written in second person)

Contains: SilverAsh, Executor, gender neutral Doctor as the reader, brief mentions of background characters, established relationships, kissing described in detail, lots of soft fluffiness 🥺, barely suggestive material in SilverAsh's part?? 🤔, Executor being hesitant and unsure in his part, reader/Doctor being very soft in both parts svjsgshs

Word count: 2.7k in total!

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SILVERASH

“My dear...you’re still working?”

SilverAsh’s eyes had just read the last sentence of the novel in his hand, and now they looked at you with surprise. He had expected you to have lied down in your small bed with him by the time he closed his book - but as it turned out, you were still sat at your desk nearby and going through papers.

The Feline’s voice interrupting your work caused you to blink slowly, and then you turned your attention towards him, expression meek. “You’re awake? I thought you went to sleep…” “And I thought you would be away from your desk by now.” His reply came with a lift of the brow. SilverAsh set his book beside him before propping himself up on his forearm as you sighed, “I’m almost done, I’ll come to bed soon.”

Unconvinced, the Guard Operator stood from the bed, his height allowing him to make his way towards your desk in just a few strides. You had already picked your pen back up and returned to your papers by the time he set his hands on your shoulders - his touch gentle, but firm.

Before you could shoo him away, SilverAsh lowered his lips to your ear - his snow-coloured hair tickled your cheek and his breath was warm as he spoke in a low, smooth tone that met your ears like melted chocolate, “I must say, my dear…” He met your gaze from the corner of your eye before he continued, “I’ve stayed with you this entire evening, and yet I still find myself longing for you.”

When his gaze met yours, his eyes were warm and serious despite the playful lift of his brow. A quiet apology came from you in reply, one of your hands lifting to rub at your heavy eyelids. Humming in acknowledgment, the Feline’s hands left you momentarily in order to spin your desk chair around before they returned to your shoulders - this time his fingers slid down your arms and took your hands in his own.

You had expected him to gently usher you to bed, but what came instead made your eyes grow wide. In a few swift movements, SilverAsh took your place on your desk chair and pulled you to sit in his lap. A small chuckle left him as your eyes searched for his, surprise on your face; when his name left your lips in question, the Guard Operator tilted his head to the side in fake confusion. “Hah...that surprised look on your face, you amuse me so my dear.” His hands came to hold your waist, “You’re tense. Relax for me...after all, no one is better suited to bring you ease than me, isn't that right?”

His eyes were locked with yours, and with every word he whispered to you, he moved his lips closer to yours. He held this sincere warmth that was meant only for you in his gaze; when you looked carefully enough, a glimmer of desire was there as well. Despite that, SilverAsh patiently waited for your reply, his eyes flicking to your lips for a split second or two in order to silently communicate what he wanted from you.

His affectionate gaze caused some of the tension to fade from your body, and you sighed softly; your voice was almost inaudible when you replied, “That’s right, Enciodas.” There was only a sliver of space left between the both of you - you felt him smile before he muttered, “Very good…”

SilverAsh had been moving so slowly, and yet when his lips finally met yours it was as if all his patience left him; his head tilted in order to kiss you deeper and one of his hands drifted up from your waist to cup your jawline. The air around the both of you became warm, and so you practically melted into him. A few seconds into the kiss, your senses were null - but then it all comes rushing towards you.

Your papers are long forgotten when you lifted your hands from his chest to his hair. SilverAsh hummed gently against your lips as your fingers began combing through the fluffy locks - and when your touch grazed his snow leopard ears they twitched slightly, much to your amusement. You thought about taking a second to comment on it, but the Guard Operator didn't seem to want you to pull away, and so the thought faded quickly.

The Feline’s touch attracted all your focus, it’s so warm it's almost burning - or perhaps you were just flustered because of the close proximity, in all honesty, you were far too distracted by the kiss to tell the difference - and on his lips was the cool taste of peppermint. It was a stark contrast, the mix of hot and cold was so distinctive that you were sure you’d be thinking about it later on; though it was unbeknownst to you, SilverAsh certainly hoped so.

As the kiss came to a close both of you stilled, wordlessly taking in every detail of each other.

For someone who everyone said was ruthless and shrewd, SilverAsh encompassed so much tenderness in moments like these. When it came to you, his hands were so gentle, his voice was so soft, and his gaze was so warm; but no one else would ever be able to understand that side of him, because he reserved it for you and you only.

“E-Enciodas…” When the two of you finally broke away from each other, his name fell from your lips breathlessly. Taking his hand from your waist, he gently ran it up and down your back, “There you are, my dear. Ease up for me.” His soft gaze met yours, and a smile painted his lips when he noticed the rosy blush on your cheeks - you weren't expecting him to act so bold all of a sudden, but you had no complaints. Your head dropped to his shoulder, and he sighed in content as an easing warmth came over his own body. You were always so warm, so soft - he didn't want to ever let go of you.

The kiss had rendered the two of you a little speechless, and so for a while you both sat in serene silence. SilverAsh’s voice cut into the quietness softly after some time, “I apologize, it seems I was rather touch-starved and couldn't handle myself.” You shifted a little in his lap, but didn't say anything in reply. Lifting a brow, the Feline tilted his head in order to whisper into your ear - then your soft snoring met his ears.

He blinked, then a light chuckle came from his lips; you were fast asleep. Well, you had been working all day, so the Guard Operator was glad you were finally resting. If SilverAsh had known a kiss was all it took for you to relax, he would’ve had you asleep hours ago. That was alright, now he knew for next time.

Involuntarily, a grin came to his face as he shut his eyes and let his head rest against yours. Your lips had left a lingering warmth on his own; a warmth that the Feline found comforting, and maybe a little too pleasant. His smile grew - yes, SilverAsh was sure ‘next time’ would be happening quite soon.

EXECUTOR

You really couldn't thank Executor enough for allowing you to come along with him for his mission back at his home country - Laterano was truly breathtaking, from the architecture to the way all the citizens dressed. Considering your position as Rhodes Island’s tactical leader, you understood that accompanying Operators on their missions was a little dangerous and maybe not always necessary, but you had wanted to spend more time with the Sankta so he complied. After all, he could protect you if anything were to go wrong.

The view outside the window you were currently standing before almost felt like a dream. You understood that there was work to be done, and that Executor only agreed to stop at a hotel room because he knew you were both tired from talking around and trying to find intel pertaining to the mission but still - taking the time to relax couldn't hurt.

By the time you both settled into the hotel room, the sun had just begun to set; Executor had explained that it was going to be an uneventful evening, mostly just paperwork and going through flies.

“Doctor,” As cool and steady as always, Executor’s voice cut into your silence - your rapt attention went to him as he approached you, moving into your peripheral vision, “You should take this time to rest. Our work tomorrow begins very early in the morning, and I do not know when we will be able to have a break.” As you turned to face him an appreciative smile came to your lips, “You should rest too, Executor.” A shake of the head came in reply, which wasn't much of a surprise; “Do not worry about me. The Notarial Hall has requested that I complete multiple reports about the work we accomplished today, so I have no room to rest for very long.”

Your smile fell slightly. He had more work to do on top of what had already been assigned to him by Amiya? The Sankta before you took note of your mood shift right away; eyes thoughtful, he blinked for a second then spoke once more in a softer tone, “...However, if you wish for me to take some time to rest with you, then very well.” A little sheepishly, you looked off to the side before admitting that you were concerned with all the work he was deluging himself with. A bit of warmth broke onto Executor’s usually calm, unreadable facial expression as he began to remove his distinctive uniform coat; “I appreciate that. I do not want to cause you to worry over my wellbeing, so I will take some time to rest.”

Pleased, your grin returned - wider this time. The Sniper Operator’s demeanor grew warmer at your visible content. Quiet, he joined you in staring out at the sunset beyond the hotel room window. The air around you two was quiet, serene; but something was pulling on inside your chest, wanting to move closer to Executor. And so, your hand found his, and ever-so-slowly you laced your fingers together. Under your unexpected touch, the Sankta stiffened by a hair. He read something on your face, something that caused him to drop the formalities and call you by the nickname he had started getting used to addressing you as, “Hm...yes, love?”

Too focused on how your hand felt in his, you didn't reply. Instead, you turned to meet his gaze with a soft smile on your lips; a few emotions you couldn't distinguish flashed behind Executor’s eyes for but a split second at the affectionate expression on your face, before the coolness in the blue of his gaze melted into warmth.

His eyebrows furrowed together slightly as he stared back at you, and he opened and closed his mouth a few times before finding his words, “...Please excuse me, I… I cannot read your expression.” Emotions weren’t the Sankta’s strong-suit in any sense, but considering how understanding you had always been towards him, he wasn’t afraid to admit so. Voice just above a whisper, you assured him it was alright and let him know he could come a little closer. His hand remained in yours as he did so, shoulders tight and posture a little tense while his free hand hovered a little awkwardly at your side; you chimed with a light laugh at his behaviour, “It’s okay, you can touch me Executor.”

Executor was a little uncertain, but after a few seconds his hand settled comfortably on your waist and the other squeezed your hand ever-so-gently. Then he admitted to you quietly, “I am unsure on where to put my hands.” You shook your head, “This is perfect, don't worry.” The space between the both of you was barely a sliver as you leaned closer to him, expression still full of affection; his eyes flicked down to your lips, and yours glanced at his. Facial cues were something the Sniper Operator failed to understand, but the warmth balling itself in his chest told him to pull you closer. His mind told him that this wasn't appropriate, that his focus should be on his mission and his work, not on you; but the tugging in both his chest and yours was so intense that there was no use pulling back now.

And so, the Sankta finally broke the silence. “Love?” He paused, debating on whether or not he should speak, before mumbling his words against your mouth slowly, “May I kiss you?” He didn't have to ask - you replied in a small nod and Executor wasted no time closing the space between your lips and his own.

Gentle, careful; those weren’t words the others at Rhodes Island would associate Executor with, and yet that was all that ran through your mind when his lips captured yours. And his lips, they tasted sweet; as if he had just eaten a slice of cake or a spoonful of sugar. It was so stark considering how cold and stoic he appeared, but you couldn’t help but adore it. It was almost poetic - maybe you were the only one who would be able to witness and receive this sweetness from the Sankta.

He leaned into your touch when your hand came to cradle his cheek, and his arm slipped around your waist in order to pull you closer - so close that he was certain you could feel his heartbeat against your chest. But that was what he wanted and you allowed him to do so. Your fingers began running through his hair, pushing the white strands away from his face. Executor almost melting. The Sankta’s usual mechanic mind completely malfunctioned at both your close proximity and touch; every gear jammed and every cog stopped turning.

For Executor, this was so utterly odd. On the battlefield, the Sniper Operator was anything but hesitant; when his gun was in his hands, he knew exactly what to do. But with you - when it was you in his hands, his mind was overcome with uncertainty and all his thoughts became incoherent, all because of you. It always made his chest fill with warmth, it always made his stomach flutter, it always made his heart beat too fast, and yet it always felt so right.

When the Sankta ran out of air, he broke away gently; his eyes slipped open to meet your own as he rested his face in your palm. Your voice was soft against his lips, “Are you okay?” Giving you the softest expression, he unwrapped his arm from your waist so he could hold your hand to his cheek, “Yes love...thank you. This may not make any sense to you, but I feel almost energetic now.” A small chuckle came from you in reply. “You’re welcome, Executor. If you’re feeling so eager, we can get back to work in...just a minute.” Though you said that, you didn't seem to be interested in pulling away, and in all honesty neither was he. Yes, his mission was important; but surely taking a second more to rest with you was okay.

Executor’s gaze observed both you and the surrounding room carefully. You were looking back at him with eyes full of adoration and the most effusive grin, the sun through the window almost caused the rosy flush on your face to glow and was surely glinting off his halo and wings, the sunset-painted room was full of warmth that embraced him like a freshly washed blanket - his heart grew a little more with every detail he took note of.

The Sankta returned back to reality when your head fell on his shoulder and you whispered out a small, sincere confession - “I love you Executor.” His heart leapt and his breath hitched at the three words despite you having said them to him multiple times by then, and as always, he let one of his rare smiles grace his lips and replied right away, not missing a beat: “And I love you - more than I am able to describe.”

Honestly, though he tried as best he could, Executor wasn't sure if those words adequately expressed how thankful he was for you, how much he adored the way the feel of your shared kiss was still on his lips, how badly he wished to hold you and never pull away - but he supposed, if anything, it was enough.

[penandlandship]

Hiya again Draco! 💕 It's I, Exe from arknights-imagines - the Executor appreciator lolol 🥳 (and your senpai ahsjjs lolol)

Anywho, I've come by to request some 'Rico headcanons this time 🥰

Something involving Executor who's protective over his s/o (Maybe even a little over-protective sometimes ahsjsjs 🥺 but he's just doing his duty aaa), always wants them to be safe, insists on going with them places to ensure their safety, and perhaps even teaches them self-defense in case something happens to them and he's not there? Could some softness/intimacy also be involved too sgshhs 😖💕? Any way you'd like to go about it!

Tysm, I hope you're having an amazing day!! 'Rico also says 'hello' lolol too 💞

- Exe 💘

Executor Protective Headcanons

- If Executor ever got an S/O, he would teach them how to fight. If they can use a gun then he would 100% teach them how to shoot. Hell that could be seen as a first date for him.

- It's hard for him to show emotions, sometimes even feel itself. So anyone that can awaken that spark in him. Executor will protect with his life if needed.

- Would actually take a bullet for his S/O

- When he's out doing his duties for the Laterino Hall. He would send letters or transmissions back to his S/O, Not overdoing it per say but every second day there would be a message to them from him.

- If he sees someone flirting with his S/O, he would just move over behind the S/O and stare at the person flirting. Making them feel quite uncomfortable.

- Deadly Stare.

- If his S/O is in trouble, then he would scoop them up and take them somewhere save. If they are wounded then he would drop everything to make sure they are alright.

- "Keeping you safe is my most important mission." "Why?" "I-I am not sure..."

- Falls hard but doesn't know why at first. He just knows he has to keep this person safe.

[marahuyos]

@okaeri-doktah​ asked: Hiya! 💞 It's me again sbsjhs 👉👈!!

Tysm again for that Executor piece you wrote in reply to my request a lil while back aaa I really can't say ty enough 😭💕

Anywho, I was hoping to request more Executor again sgshhs?

(Since the Guiding Light event on CN kind of officially showed that Laterano and Sanktas are all about guns and sweets lolol) Could I request something with Executor and a reader s/o who has a huge sweet tooth and really wants him to bake Laterano sweets for them aaa 🥺??

And I hope you're doing good 🥰

- Exe 💕

executor x doctor!reader

mara’s words: im back babeyyy!! here’s your request and ty for being patient!

tw: really flirty reader lol i couldn’t help myself

• You would think that a stoic man such as Executor would equally like boring and stoic things, right? Well, it was a surprise towards non-Laterano Operators that Executor was holding a plate with a slice of angel’s food cake. Now they won’t ask why Exusiai says ‘Apple pie!’ each time she activates her skill because literally any other Sankta will relate to having a sweet-tooth.

• He is adept at the kitchen as well as his job. He’s a fierce contender with Matterhorn when it comes to baking sweet treats. The younger Operators couldn’t help but make contests on which one could make the ‘bestest, sweetest, tastiest treat!’ or so says Ceobe. Executor doesn’t mind, after all, this is sort of a mission for him.

• So why the hell are you here, judging alongside Ceobe, Bubble, and Popukar?!

• His fish eyes stared at your spot, eagerly waiting for the finished product. It’s like you don’t have any shame, sitting alongside the children as you bade Executor good luck as he whipped the cream. As much as he appreciates your support, having you here, instead of looking over the newest Operators to train, was something of concern for him.

• But he has to focus. This is how he was able to survive for so long. He will see this sugary mission through.

• When both Operators presented they’re final dish to the panel of judges, he made a passing glance at you, he bit back a sigh when you winked at him, complete with a tiny finger heart. He didn’t know why he expected too much of this ‘judging’. Especially when the children gouged upon the desserts as if there were no tomorrow as you took a bit of Executor’s piece.

• Since you’re the only one capable of judging, you raised your hand up towards Executor and grinned. “Executor is the winner! And as the winner, you get to be my honorary dessert-maker until I see fit!”

• This isn’t what he signed up for. The Sankta balked, not noticing the pat on the back Matterhorn gave him before inching away from the scene. As you saddled up to Executor, head on his shoulder as you grinned up at him, he can’t help the upwards tilt of his lips.

“So this was all planned, Doctor. How devious, to have you orchestrate this entire mission just for me to succeed.”

“Although... I do not find it within me to hate it.”

• As he is Executor, he makes sure to see your mission through. Even if he has to bear the gap moe of a ruthless angel with a shotgun as an angel with a whisk.