#arknights imagines

[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.

[merakime]

slides into ur inbox. im back with my catboy.

earl grey tea or chamomile tea w/ phantom purrhaps?

───── a / n: hey hey heeeey! this has been rotting in my inbox for a while, sorry for that vani :( but why not both? hehehe … these are such cute prompts for him :< i hope i did him justice!! unf i only found phantom in rewinding breeze and his IS so i hope this is ok

PHANTOM + chamomile & earl grey tea | tea prompts

✦ ───── chamomile tea: what is their sleep schedule like? does it change around their s/o?

difficult. extremely difficult. sleep is a luxury to him – result of a combination of his job, his feline nature and.. severe psychological damage. eventually his body reaches its limits and allows him to rest. there’ve been some betterments since you came around, though.

he would stay awake and watch over you while you slept. it’s.. a bit disconcerting. he’s extremely quiet, and that’s not the problem – but lucian stares. he stares at you when you sleep, and it’s adorable that he loves you so much that he’d stare at you all night – but sleeping becomes difficult when his gaze is so.. intense. ridiculously intense. and being awake all night doesn’t do him well either. so you eventually invite him to sleep with you, for your sake and his.. and he can’t say no. while his sleep is a bit more fruitful in your arms, he still wakes up in a cold sweat frequently, and doesn’t sleep well – so you’ll still have to deal with the stare (now even closer), but you can appreciate that he tries, no? 

(since lucian started sleeping in your place more often, you frequently get another visitor to accompany you in sleep. lucky you, the refined lady christine seems to have taken a liking to you! she likes to curl up between you, where it’s warm.)

✦ ───── earl grey tea; how did they court their s/o?

he’s struggling. he has been exposed to traditional ideas of love, relationships and marriage through theater pieces, and while he does wish to put a ring on you one day, as he’s come to love you dearly.. there’s a question bothering him: do you deserve it? not that he thinks of himself highly, no, he thinks of himself the opposite. do you deserve to be shackled in a promise of love to someone like him? a shadow, a phantom, a murderer?

nevertheless, in spite of his issues, his methods are somewhat kitschy, but endearing. he’s hesitating, but he truly wants you. it’s kind of a first in everything for him – soon you find that lucian is still quite shy. you may find bouquets of red roses at your doorstep, and you know it’s him, but he doesn’t show up for the remainder of the day. poems between the stacks of paper on your table, and a letter addressed to you in miss christine’s maw. he’s very much a gift-giver – as often he’s still afraid to touch you or speak to you, afraid to taint you by his sins. distant, but loving nonetheless.

───── final notes: oh he's a silly guy isn't he. i see the crimson troupe guys are very beloved here... also don't lynx eyes glow in the dark. wouldn't it be funny to wake up at night and just see two yellow dots staring straight at you.

[mikalims]

hi i forgot i had this on my drafts HAHAHAHA, so i'll put this here too ^-^

lumen x fem!reader, reader is implied to be an operator

notes: i love lumen sm i didn't know what took over me ( ;w;) but me and a friend had some thoughts ... also i made this like last year so expect so much ooc lumen here😭 extremely short drabble uhh also kinda self-indulgent

cw: extremely ooc, highkey suggestive (s&m dynamic), yandere themes, degradation everywhere // do not read if uncomfy!!!

filthy. he is filthy.

he should be ashamed of himself, getting turned on by the constant teasing and degrading by a certain female. he doesn't feel embarrassed, he just wants her to continue.

maybe he has humiliation kink. maybe he has degradation kink. he would like to hear more of her mean words that are directed to him, and only him. maybe he is too selfish to think, 'only she can bully him this way, and he should be her only victim'. he doesn't really like sharing, so this case is no different.

step on him, slap him, do what you want with him. he would gladly accept it if it's from her. he is willing to give anything, if it pleases her. he would even let her tie him down, edge him until he can't take it anymore. call him a 'pervert', he doesn't really care if she tells him that. lumen is really a filthy, filthy person, he knows, but all for her.

what was i thinking while writing this lmao. live laugh love jordi fontanarrosa aka lumen 🙏 bless

©MIKALIMS.

[vanrougelia]

Thorns (arknights) jealousy headcannons? If reqs are closed, pls ignore and my sincerest apologies.

don't worry anon, my requests are open!! <3 i made the reader operator once again, if you don't mind.

note: thorns being petty, mild possessiveness. you are besties with elysium and thorns, but hcs are written generally.

thorns x gn!operator!reader.

of course, THORNS should have known that you are very close with his friend, elysium. however, he doesn't like that you spend a lot of time with the liberi.

yes, you three may be the best of friends everyone sees, but there are times that THORNS just wants to have his friend leave for a while, so that you two would have more time alone with each other.

maybe he could invite you to do some experiments with him, just remember that not all experiments go all right, and there's a chance that it'll fail. and that leaves you to having to fix his appearance, which of course, the ægir didn't mind. he finally has your attention, after all.

what makes him more annoyed is that you are very approachable to the other operators in the headquarters, and it is something that he cannot change. you are so nice to them, but try to spend more time with THORNS, he internally begs.

you know that he wants your company when he is more talkative than usual, or when he keeps coming close to you. he may be straightforward because of how he usually talks, but it is something that you don't mind.

when you are out in an operation he is a lot grumpier than usual. he doesn't usually show emotions, but it can be seen from his actions. whenever others ask him about it, he would just scoff at them and say "it is none of your business".

maybe give him reassurance at least? hug him and give endearing words to him, he would love to hear them from you.

[arknights-hcs]

chongyue headcanons bc unfortunately i have feelings for this man and i will be a tsun about it if someone asks me:

is the type that wants to learn about anything and everything as possible. if you have an extremely niche interest or stuff that's really under the radar, he'd go on about to do research about it or ask you straight up to listen to you talk.

even though he's a big lover for food (if anything specially noodles), i feel like he would butcher anything else if there's no proper guidance so expect the first couple of dishes he makes for you is going to be not as good as you hoped 😭. but he is trying!! and if you're from a certain region or country, he'd try his best to learn that region's cuisine to impress you.

is the type to show his intents more with actions than words. like don't get me wrong, he can be very straightforward but he likes to use his actions to speak for him more. he wants cuddles? he's coming up behind you to give you a hug and a kiss on your cheek. you have some food left on your cheek? he'd smudged it off with his thumb then eat it himself. are you cold? he's handing his coat over to your shoulders to wear. he's just a genuine sweetheart like that <3

since he himself had a very rigorous routine on the landship, he would try to help you settle in a routine that's best fit you in your life. he'd motivate you to try harder and give you affirmations while doing the activity with you. he's someone that i can see that challenges your current living style but in a way that makes you venture out more. but i can also see him before leaving for morning training to destroy the operators' pysche and physical limitations, he's also the type to leave you a kiss on your forehead while you snore away in your bed together before leaving.

all in all, he's someone that is filled with so much love and it shows in everything he says and do to you. he treats you with so much love and whenever he looks at you it's almost as if you're just his entire world and it's so endearing to see for everyone.

[marahuyos]

tiredstudents asked: Can I have something with Nearl and a shy S/O? Something like a Knight and a Prince/Princess if that's ok??

mara’s words: super overdue but this is in lieu of the eng va update!

nearl x gn!reader

reader is doctor

tw: reader has defined characteristics (ghastly skin, frail body; this is based off of the theory that doctor is a walking ghoul)

• You were such a frail thing, barely making a couple of steps forward before slightly heaving already. The moment Nearl laid her eyes on you, she knew that you were somebody worth protecting. 

• As an important figurehead in Rhodes Island, you barely leave the landship, only knowing whats happening in the outside world via messengers and updates from your operators. It didn't really matter to you but there was always a deep sense of longing whenever you see operators get deployed in the farthest reaches of Terra. You knew you were important... At least, that's what the others say, as you rubbed your hands together. The deathly pallor was all the reason why you were never allowed outside.

• Nearl notices this and she can’t help but send a pitying glance your way. Surely, Kal’tsit wasn’t so heartless that she would deny you leaving the landship? After all, were it not for your expertise during the Chernobog incident, she wouldn’t be here right now. She remembers how you seemed to shine brighter than her when you led your squad into battle, even with no prior knowledge of the environment.

• But she understands why you seemed to be so recluse. She’s only seen glimpses of your true form, always hidden beneath that helmet and coat. But the moments that she had seen your appearance, she would merely give a small grin and bowed her head slightly. 

“You’re looking well, Doctor. I’ve brought a tray of Kazimierz sweets from my last mission. Care to join me?”

• Her knight instincts just kick into overdrive when you shy to her side, always making yourself look small whenever there were meetings. Even with the protective outfit, you would still shy away from strangers because... well, you were quite a catching figure in Rhodes Island. Amiya eventually gave Nearl the OK to remain by your side whenever there were meetings. As much as this breaches some form of contract, she can’t help but lean closer to you in order to protect you from peeping eyes.

• You wondered if you looked pathetic, hiding away behind Nearl when you were supposed to be a war tactician/doctor but she merely smiles and grabs your near-skeletal hands in her own callused but warm hands. You are important to Rhodes Island, she would say and before you could frown she added quickly, but you are incredibly important to me. Nothing you could ever do would make me think you were pathetic.

• And as she brandishes her sword and shield, she gently knocks her forehead against your helm, a different way of showing her affection (at least until you were comfortable with showing your real face), she tells you that her radiant light would always shine for you.

[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.

[menaceofrhodes]

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[gubbles-owo]

so @lilyblackdrawside and i were discussing how the heck manticore sleeps with that massive scorpion tail... sleeping on her stomach feels like it'd be uncomfortable, and it'd just leave her tail to drape off the bed. i didn't think a standard mattress could be modified to accommodate her comfortably (boring a hole in the damn thing ain't exactly feasible, yk?) so lily suggests that, rather than a traditional bed, she'd have a heated sandpit. IMAGINE IT lightly knocking on her dorm door with "hey manti, you awake?", u poke your head in and take a look... the sandpit in the corner appears to be empty. but suddenly the sand begins to stir and shift, and the two little headwings and tip of tail poking out fizzle into view...

she half-crawls out all sleepytired and rests her chin on the edge (i don't imagine she's a morning person), eyes crusted with sand and not at all ready to get up anytime soon. IT'S FUCKIN CUTE AAAAAAAUUAOIUEOHGOAHIGHSPAFH also! consider the following:

[fishing-lesbian-catgirl]

I love that Pudding’s default outfit is her in a turtleneck because nothing sells the concept of “girl who has a boss that’s a vampire who is obsessed with her” quite like her having to cover her neck where the bite would be

[dlartistanon]

Given the chance, I think we could be happy

[merakime]

your works are so beautiful!! i see you are taking requests right now, may i have thorns with milk tea or pomegranate tea? thank you have a nice day (*つ▽`)っ

───── a / n: AHHH, thank you so much anon ♡ methinks.. why not both? thorns is Very Personality ( if you get what i’m trying to say ) so i hope i did him justice !! you have a good day too ♡

THORNS + milk & pomegranate tea | tea prompt list

✦ ───── milk tea; what are their kisses like?

thorns kisses are rather few, but when he does kiss you it’s absolutely intoxicating. you suppose that explains their rarity – an overtreatment might just make you pass out. they’re straightforward – when thorns wants to kiss you, he kisses you, rarely with an appetizer. his kisses don’t need sugarcoating. it’s just what you’d expect – sincere, intense and precise, so very much like him. you’re left a bit dazed, but you can’t help yourself; you want more. thorns is not exempt from the poison either, it seems – you make him weak.

✦ ───── pomegranate tea; at what point did they know they loved their s/o?

when thorns stopped and thought of his next words to you; that’s when he realized something shifted – unnoticed. the perception of others usually doesn’t concern him much – he says things simply how they are, sometimes wounding but true. it’s simply in his nature – but standing face to face with you, he found himself reconsidering his phrasing. although he still spoke the fact to you as it was in the end, that moment of doubt was enough to establish that you were doing something to him. when he started minding himself around you, wanting to soften his truth – the little doubts persist throughout your interactions; until he’s sure you’re driving him insane – it takes him a bit, but he soon finds himself smitten.

───── final notes: headcanon that thorns has sahara desert lips because of being a fish on land and too absorbed in his work to care much so you have to spray his face with those water bottles like a cat before he gets to kiss you ( joke ) ( very funnily this made me appreciate thorns much more. i actually never looked at his files. thank you anon oohmg )

[voidedjuice]

Today's Whisperain, what if she or one of her past lives were a part of the church of the deep? Much to consider

[vanrougelia]

hi kiru !! is it okay for me to request an arknights phantom fluff fic with operator!reader ?? your layout is so cute i love it

hi anon! it's totally fine, and im glad you like my layout!!💗💗

notes: gender-neutral reader. you and phantom become cat parents.

im still confused whether his real name is spelled "Lucian" or "Lucien", but i picked the latter because i am a #cn player and the global version has his name spelled as "Lucian" so i had thoughts ueueue

cw: none. pure cuteness.

As you and PHANTOM finally take the day off thanks to Doctor, you plan on asking him if he wants to go outside and take a fresh breather. This is an opportunity to take him on a date, since you rarely have time together.

What you didn't expect that he is fast to say "yes" to you, so you take this chance and get closer with him gradually.

It was a cute date that you and Phantom had. You guys got to have coffee together, watch a theatre play that is showing right now, and even buy matching stuff like rings! What you didn't know that Phantom is actually a romantic guy, since he usually doesn't show these types of actions unless he's with his beloved. And that thought hit you; what if he is also interested in you the same way you are interested in him? You can't help but blush.

Of course, Phantom knew about your feelings for him, and he is more than elated that you share a mutual understanding. I mean, why else would you ask him out, right? So, he took his chances of making moves. Paying stuff for you, being in his gentleman manner, and every endearing actions you could think off whenever you are with him.

What you didn't expect is what happened on the way you guys are going back to the headquarters. You noticed that there are some cats tailing you both. Tugging Phantom's sleeve, you face him. "Say, Lucien, what if we take care of these cute babies that keep following us?" you smile, looking at the cats in awe as you pick one up. It seems to like you very much!

Phantom gives a thought about it for a second. Having cat children is nice, isn't it? He just smiles softly at you, as he responds, "Why not, my muse? It seems that these little guys make you happy." Satisfied with his reply, you just grin at him as you include him in your cat hug. "I guess you are now their dad." The feline leaves a satisfied hum, as he adds, "Well, try not to make Ms. Christine jealous, alright dear?"

[xshrimpcake]

it's fine. nearl can be the squad's moral support.

[dreadark]

finally

bad apple in arknights