#chasca x reader

he's always always ALWAYS partnered up with you in duo works or at the very least, placed in the same groups. he'd always act like it happened because of pure chance but if you take a glimpse at his phone's dms you'd see the death threats he's been sending to his peers and professors alike :/. and it's not even typed in a fed up way with incorrect punctuations nor does it include any slangs - it reads as an email. formal and straight to the point. yeesh.

<3: after every written midterm or final exam, your sheet of paper always go mysteriously missing and you always shrug it off because who gaf about a damned piece of paper that only caused you misery. but alhaitham does. he always collects your exam papers so that he can paste it on the walls of his room, and it'll be the first thing that his eyes settle on the moment he enters. it makes him incredibly proud to see your high marks every single time, he can't help but feel pride in his chest (he thinks he's part of the team 😭😭), especially if it was a subject he tutored you on. but more than anything, he just loves the way intellect looks so good on you. and it would be somewhat sweet if he didn't take your exam papers without your knowledge and if he stopped nutting on them every time he gets worked up :/.

ayato:

(coercion)

ayato traps you into a relationship within less than a month of knowing him 😞💔. your first meeting was probably preconstructed, too. maybe you two stumbled into each other amidst a busy street or reached for the same book in a secluded store - a supposed meet-cute in your eyes but it quickly becomes a horror story because he has your routine and behavioral pattern memorized and noted down in his phone just so he can plan ahead. he manages to coerce you into a date the same day you two met, and you're left wondering if it's his charisma or you've just been intimidated into giving him a chance. either way, you end up having more casual dates in the span of two (2) weeks until one day a friend of yours sends you an article link. your blood runs cold when you see the headline and a familiar picture of a date with him underneath it - what do you mean conglomerate heir??? ayato?? relationship???? in a fit of panic, you end up spamming his dms and he'd have the gall to try and act sad, saying shit like, "oh, wow :(((. that's crazy :(( so sorry this happened to you because of me! might as well commit, right? :<" but secretly giggling twirling his hair and kicking feet from the fruition of his plan. asshole.

loves sharing his boba drink with you to have his indirect kisses. what's yours is his and what's his is yours, or whatever he droned on about. plus, it's a combination of two of his favorite things, after all - boba tea and you <33. he'd just bring the straw near your lips and look at you with his signature close-eyed smile as he gently tells you to try out this new boba tea flavor (a lie, it's always the same flavor) he got. he'd insist and insist, causing you to crumble under the pressure of him as you reluctantly sip from the straw. and he always looks so euphoric after sipping the same straw you just done seconds prior. freaky. his day is genuinely ruined if you don't drink from his boba tea at least once.

ayato detests it when he has to have people keep tabs on you, so he tries to prevent this by just... making you stick to him 24/7 :). it's so, so awkward when he's in a board meeting and you're literally next to him playing fuckass blockblast on your phone, all uninterested in their businesspilled businessmaxxing strategies. you'd rather be anywhere but here, sigh. you often catch middle-aged men eyeing you from the corner of their eyes probably wondering who got your random ass here (they don't know it's ayato kamisato </3).

lumine:

(non-consensual touching, freakazoid lumine, taking advantage of someone under the influence of alcohol, spit)

oh brother, someone get her off the stage !!!! wherever you go, she follows, or whatever that bruno mars song says, but she takes it literally. whenever you're enlisting your college subjects for the term, trust she'll be all up in your messages begging and begging for you to send your schedule so she can match yours to a T. it's practically an unspoken rule in your college that the seat next to you is lumine's seat and the other side has to remain empty or else she'll tweak the fuck out. should the lectures end early, lumine will drag you to spend your free time in the campus cafe or library while waiting for your next class. she literally hounds you like a guard dog to ensure no one will approach you.

<3: lumine always goads you into joining her in sorority parties just for two (2) reasons: to kiss you silly while you're inebriated enough to not remember it the following day and to spit in your alcoholic drink while you're unaware. the night starts off fun despite your initial refusal - beer pong, shot tricks with lumine, playing uno, watching that hu tao girl do a cannonball from the house's roof - it's all so.. amusing. you've just survived your finals. lumine and you deserve this night of enjoying your youth, even more so when she brings out the hard liquor with no chaser provided to soothe the burning sensation of alcohol. so it's no wonder how and why you got so drunk in just a few shots in. it's no wonder, too, when you end up in a secluded bathroom away from the life of the party with someone's tongue being shoved down your throat all while grinding into you - aiming to devour you whole with the hunger of a starving beast. you don't remember much; you never do. but particular honey eyes are starting to become familiar for reasons you don't want to entertain... lumine would never, right? but this happens again and again and again until you're left with no choice but to stop going to parties altogether.

lumine and her big fuckass bug eyes love to stare. that's all she did when she met you the first time during freshman year - stare. Ever since then, she'd shown her more extroverted, loud, silly nature, but sometimes she reverts back to her old habits and just stares at you for hours on end with not a single word uttered. admittedly, it's unnerving at times since the only thing (err, person) she stares at when she gets quiet is you. her eyes trail after your every movement, her gaze lapping up every visible inch of you. you get fed up and jokingly slap her back, and she snaps out of her trance with a sheepish chuckle. how silly of her!

<3: whenever lumine visits your dorm, she'd make sure your roommate is out for the night (if lumine had it her way, she'd be your roommate) and that she conveniently forgot to check the weather because now it's pouring outside and shows no signs of stopping soon. oh, woe is her! she looks so stressed and sad, too - how will she get home at this rate!? and with the kindness in your heart, you step in to offer sharing your bed with her. you don't even get to finish your sentence before she's enthusiastically agreeing with your offer. in the wake of the night, nestled in your cramped bed with no space left between the two of you, lumine patiently waits until you are lulled into the embrace of slumber. when she sees the slow rise and fall of your chest is when she reaches out a tentative hand to grope your breast through the thin fabric of your tank top. you're not wearing any bra. lumine bites her lip to prevent a moan from escaping. this is always her favorite part when she stays the night. she gropes, fondles, and squeezes - lumine just can't enough. she literally never sleeps because she's too busy gooning over you all night.

furina:

( manipulation, s*lf-harm, guilt-tripping, unhealthy relationships, dependency)

when you're in a cringefail losergirl yet still clinically insane competition but your opponent is furina de fontaine, global superstar of teyvat, with 60 million followers across all platforms who also happens to be a massive freak when no one's looking: :(

furina is deranged in a way that's akin to rising tides. you let her get away with miniscule, inconspicuous acts at the beginning until slowly but surely, as the water reaches your knees, you're now actively enabling her toxic tendencies under the guise of not wanting to upset sweet, sweet furina. she attaches quick. a week ago, she'd be subtly overstaying her welcome in your cozy apartment, then the following week, you just open your door to see her with bags packed, fully expecting you to accommodate her out of the blue. it's scary living alone, she'd explain, with stalkers and whatnot. but bitch, what about YOUUUU?? you're literally inviting THEE stalker into your house; wake up !!! if she has stalkers, and you (unknowingly) have a stalker.... then who's driving the bus? 😳😳

furina's admittedly a bad roommate when it comes to chores due to her status and schedule as a celebrity. oftentimes, when it's her schedule to wash the dishes or vacuum the living room, there's an 80% chance it's unfulfilled because of how busy it is. it's various small accumulations of errors until an incident happens that breaks the camel's back. you get fed up, and you two have a massive fight because of it, which ends in you walking out of the apartment, and in a fit of anger, telling her to pack her bags to move out. furina's knees buckle to the floor and just starts spiraling, genuinely. you come back to bloody floors and furina's wrists sliced repeatedly all while crying hysterically with a knife in her hands. your blood runs ice cold, burning the flames of what was once anger as you rush to her aid. 'i'm so, so sorry', you'd whisper out as you rock her back and forth. through garbled words, furina would then tell you, 'it won't happen again, I promise. just don't make me leave you, please.' because it's a fate worse than death in her eyes.

emilie:

(murder, mentioned masturbation, minor implication of s*icide, armpit, smell kink...)

<3: you once slept over at emilie's house and brought over your perfume since she was curious about what brand you use. while you were showering, emilie took the limited time she had to masturbate and, to the best of her abilities, shoved her bodily fluids into your favorite perfume :(( like girl, where's the decorum... you come out of the shower and don't even bat an eye to the unusual subtle flush on her cheeks (oh wow, is that a new blush shade on you, emilie? adorbs!) or how your perfume moved to a completely different location from where you put it. pure of heart, dumb of ass. you're dying first in a horror movie.

on a similar note, emilie eventually convinces you into letting her make your perfumes for you. it starts off in small mentions and passing comments of, 'oh, I can easily replicate this perfume's scent, you know?' or, 'hmm, try this sample I made instead.' until you're dragged into her perfume hole and now you must wear the perfumes she specially concocted herself and avoid brands like the plague OR ELSE you'll find her lodging a pistol up to her mouth because what's the point of living if you don't even like the most intimate form of love she can express - scents and perfumes.

<3: SHE HAS A SMELL KINK OKAY.... 😭😭 hear me out.. or don't, damn... but she loves sniffing every part of your body, it's genuinely her biggest turn on which is why she steals your panties for the sole purpose of huffing them like drugs. this is the chanel coco mademoiselle of her world !! she'll even take the bras and t-shirts you've worn because that means it has your body scent on it, awww! <3 and should she be given the chance, she'd definitely huff at your armpits. :(

emilie has definitely killed for you before, and yes, she did get away with it. with her other profession as a forensic cleaner and her connection with chevreuse in the police force, it's practically like taking candy from a baby - unbearably easy. she would lament the corrupt justice system of her country, butttt it benefits her as of this moment so :/ winners love winning. rip bozo, though!

albedo:

(fantasies, mention of dr*gs, smoking, and alcohol)

his biggest fantasy is you ruining his life. the thought of him, an up-and-coming prodigal STEM college student who's predicted to create research breakthroughs the moment he graduates - for all that potential to be thrown away just because of a singular person is actually his favorite thing. he wants the two of you to be dragged down together to rock bottom until there's no way up. but then you could be a fellow honor student too, so like, how can you even ruin his life? in cases like these wherein you're more of a good influence than bad, the downfall moreso lies in the existence of you rather than the actions that you do. just... being next to you poisons albedo's mind and slowly drives him to do crazy, unhinged things. it could be in a fit of want when he impulsively knocks your head over with an object to trap you inside his cramped one-bedroom apartment or in a moment of rage where he ends up stabbing someone who got too close to you. it's in drastic actions done that takes a while for albedo to realize that he fucked himself and his studies over. and... there's a part of him that wants that. to love you so much he ruins his life in the name of you, is that not romance?

but in the event that you are indeed a perceptively bad influence on him, oh. he takes joy in joining you in activities that knowingly destroy your and your health. smoking cigarettes? teach him how to inhale without coughing it up. drinking alcohol to a concerning degree? be sure to bring some for him next time. skipping classes and neglecting your academics? he can do it for you if you want :)

he loves it. ruining his life is a joint effort between you and him.

childe:

(situationship victim childe, universe where childe isn't that freaky.. woah. i will remedy this with my next post (jk...... i think.))

<3: this man literally never fails to piss you off but the dick is too good so you put up with his trashfire attitude on a daily basis just to get laid :(. he's not even horrible in a 'jock, douchebag' way but more of a 'dog who can't leave you alone' way - he attaches himself to your side like superglue and no matter how hard you try to nudge him off, he. will. not. leave!! it's cute at first, but sometimes you turn your phone off just for an hour to be free from his spam texts. he's literally your toxic, manipulative girlfriend, I fear. you don't respond to his texts in 0.0234304 seconds, and now he can't help but worry if you're having an affair behind his back (delusion final boss). he tags you in his Instagram stories and facebook posts when the dms doesn't work and yes, you do end up responding because being outed in public because of CHILDE out of all people puts you in aura debt.

he's def your childhood friend who literally gatekeeps you from anyone that shows even a smidgen of an interest in you :(. when someone taps his shoulder the moment you're out of sight to ask for your number, childe's giving them his and when they hit 'you' up - they get insta-blocked. should an event happens where they do manage to get your number, childe will be the one to terrorize them in messages to leave you the fuck alone, they're spoken for !! even if they may not have a label on their relationship.... it's still a relationship, nonetheless !!!

childe loves cooking for you, and he genuinely crashes out if you eat takeout or try someone else's cooking. fuck off with the wanmin takeout xingqiu, that's probably poisoned. ugh, go away escoffier with your filet mignon doodoo. no, yoimiya, (y/n) doesn't want your fuckass onigiri because childe already packed them lunch !!!!!!! why is everyone so hellbent on feeding you??? childe is actually so close to bringing a pistol to college. he views them all as the ugly hag queen giving snow white the poisoned apple btw.

tells everyone around him, family and friends alike, that he's your boyfriend, which greatly contradicts your given statement because you tell everyone instead that your relationship with him is, 'just complicated'. ouch. he laughs it off outside, but he's throwing up and seething the moment he's alone. he's playing the long game here, people !! it's okay if he's not your boyfriend because he knows he'll be your husband :))) it's all in the mindset. he'll show them all when he inevitably mails them invitations to his wedding with you in a few years. yup.

kinich:

(masturbation, lowk delusion)

kinich... kinich makes a version of you and him in the sims :(. he saw it on tiktok once, and really liked the idea. and he becomes so ingrained in the sims-world version of you and him who are married, woohoos every 10 seconds, have 10 children together with a lizard named ajaw that when he attends his first class next semester he gets a whiplash at seeing you in the flesh. like, oh! he forgot that you weren't dating him and that everything was just a figment of his fantasies for a second there :)

<3: definitely used his real-life pet lizard ajaw to lure you into visiting his room, thanks ajaw! he infodumps about lizards his way into bed with you and he hits it raw with no condom whatsoever for his first time, too. #nolongervirgin. like woah... they were not familiar with kinich's game at awl.... and you end up coming back the next day because he told you he'd explain his PC specs in detail and where he got his gaming chair from like GET UP 😭😭😭

<3: HE JERKS OFF TO YOUR IN-GAME AVATARS. PUT HIM DOWN. like this isn't funny anymore, kinich is so depraved that when he plays online games with you and sees your character model, he starts masturbating while the two of you grind to defeat the enderdragon or try to escape the roblox obby. what's so sexy about 8bit pixels kinich..... and if he's this horrendous with your avatars then don't imagine how hard he's jerking off when you VC on discord with him. yikes.

chasca:

(panty stealing, mention of period and discharge)

<3: chasca loves stealing your panties whenever she manages to find an excuse to visit your house. what you don't know won't hurt you. and trust me, she loves all types of panties that you've worn, but her favorite has to be the used panties stained with either your vaginal discharge or period blood. she can never be grossed out, not when it came from your body - which is exactly why she'll reverently clean it up using her tongue as she inevitably soaks her own panties from the sheer arousal she's experiencing. listen, emilie steals your panties to sniff them - chasca steals your panties to taste your fluids; they are not twins !!

<3: on the topic of pussy... she loves eating your pussy. do not shoot the messenger. she has a oral fixation and just loves tonguing you for hours on end on the days when college isn't demanding your blood and soul. you always end up overstimulated by the time night comes, and you're just begging her to lay off your pussy and look at the fucking tiktoks you sent her !!

chasca, gatekeeper extraordinaire, always waits for you after lectures as a silent stake of claim to you. no one really bothers chasca because of quiet nature and intimidating stance which then extends to you.

xilonen:

(no warnings this is tame, there's more I want to say but-[REDACTED])

if ifa pet-traps you, then xilonen definitely parent-traps you. she just shows up to one of your scheduled hangouts with nepecha hiding behind her legs, explaining how the little girl came from a house of abuse, and expects you to agree in co-parenting her like???? i mean, yeah, you do give in but but but !!! parenting is a serious commitment, xilonen !! what if your friendship with her falls out which will then force you to stop visiting nepecha due to the awkwardness !! xilonen will look at you straight and then say in an exasperated manner, "then just, don't make it happen? ugh, stop overcomplicating things." and well... yeah, she's right actually :(. so now you're obligated to invest time and energy on your newly appointed daughter, nepecha, alongside xilonen. okay happy family.

passionate kisser! pretty much the exact opposite to xilonen.

she thinks of you as someone to be treasured, and she's very passionate about treating you as such. her kisses show you that almost perfectly.

a goodnight kiss and a good morning kiss is always in arrangement. she can't leave the house without them, and even if you're still asleep by the time she needs to leave, you'll still receive it. but there's no getting out of a goodnight kiss. she can't sleep without it, but she'll never admit it to you.

if she feels upset or angered by something, she'll immediately seek you for a kiss. no matter what you're doing, she'll take your face in her hands and kiss your lips. you never mind it. but it doesn't ever happen in public. she's not a fan of pda.

not as good as xilonen in terms of how she kisses, but she's passionate and sends her message through them. they do tend to get a bit sloppy during lovemaking, though...

his kisses are just a bunch of things all at once. sounds weird but do you know what i mean

he's stressed? he goes in for a kiss. he's happy? kiss. sleepy? kiss!

he doesn't do pda, but isn't like chasca as where she doesn't really want to initiate it. if he wants a kiss, he'll get a kiss. he might be teased to the deaths by ajaw, but oh well. he'll just swat him into timeout.

at first, he did not know how to kiss. like it was bad. lol. you kinda had to give him a little lesson because he's literally never kissed anybody before, and he wasn't ever just naturally good at it

but, with a little work, he learned, and he enjoys it very much! it's probably his favorite way of showing you he loves you, he thinks. he'd never put his lips on something he doesn't truly treasure, and you're the only one who gets it.

overall, not a bad kisser once you teach him. he knows the right and wrong times of when to initiate, and he knows your boundaries, and is careful to not overstep.

come home the kids miss you mavuika

she gives passionate, but not frequent kisses.

her job as the pyro archon takes a lot of strength and patience, coming from the both of you. she's stressed and tired, and you need to have the patience with her.

but she understands that you need attention and love too, and the caring part of her kicks in. and these moments are why kisses are so special.

they only happen when she realizes she's been potentially neglecting you too much. she could be away for days on end, but always expect a kiss and a long hug when she comes back, maybe as a little apology.

she's more of a hugger rather than a kisser. her hugs symbolize to you that she's there to protect you and that she loves you, but her kisses mean something even more than that. that's how you know that she really treasures you.

overall a good kisser when she wants to give kisses!!! though they're uncommon, they're long and passionate when they do happen. although, when you guys get it on (if you know what i mean winky face winky face) she kisses a lot more.

(hug hcs and maayyyyybbeeeee lovemaking hcs in a different post maybe perhaps perchance)

this girl is a KISSER!!!!!

she strikes me as the type of girl to kiss her girlfriends on the forehead or the cheek whenever they have to part. for example, kachina gets a little goodbye peck every time they need to separate (in a platonic way, obviously).

so when it comes down to you, you get even more!!!!!

her favorite thing after a long day of exploring with her friends is running into your shared home and jumping into your arms, kissing your face so many times you swore if she was wearing lipstick your face would be colored the shade she was wearing.

but she saves her real kisses all for you!!! the kisses she gives you aren't just little pecks, no, they're full on kisses. like, borderline making out, gasping-for-air kind of thing. she always giggles and kisses your nose right after before going back to what she was doing before (she finds it funny how you always look stunned and winded afterwards).

overall, the best kisses anybody could ever receive. someone get me a mualani. is this my sign to raise her from level 60?

this boy is such a tease his kisses are literally pretty much to tease you

see they can be serious and teasing. depending on the mood.

they'll be teasing when you're simply hanging around the house, maybe you're cooking or doing a chore while lyney's practicing magic. you could be hyper focused and he'll sneak up to you, silent like a cat, and just start showering you with kisses along your neck and shoulders. he earns a little swat on the shoulder for distracting you.

they'll be serious mostly when you're sad or he's jealous. if you're sad, his kisses will go from serious and passionate to his usual teasing pecks in attempt to cheer you up. it usually works, and he always ends up with a laughing s/o, just like he wants it.

but when he's jealous, woah. that's a whole different kind of thing. new side to lyney unlocked.

he'll come up to you and lock you in a kiss so passionate for so long you can barely breathe when he lets go of you, giving the person you were talking to a look before dragging you off. this will only happen if another man approaches you. he needs to show them who you really belong to, and what's a better way to do it than that?

overall, great kisser, but only really shows it during lovemaking or when he's jealous. he's skilled with his mouth, his hands, goodness, he's just the epitome of perfection!

hmmm i can't tell with him

sometimes he only has time for small little pecks, and other times he's got you on his lap in his office and kissing you until you pull away gasping for air. depends on his schedule tbh

on the days he is free, though, it's mostly just sex over simple kisses. he'll start with gentle, passionate kisses before moving down, and down, and down even lower, before more events start happening. idk he's a busy man people

but his little pecks are great too!!!! he needs to hurry out of his office sometimes and never fails to find you in your living quarters to give you a little kiss on the lips before leaving for the rest of the day, or maybe only about an hour. depends on the prisoner, depends on the severity of the situation, depends on a lot of things lowk

overall a good kisser. he just doesn't really have time to unleash his full potential (lol) but ya.

lowk same as wriothesley lol he doesn't have much time for really anything with relationships

but the difference is, instead of little pecks, he pulls you into a hug and truly kisses you goodbye. he may be away for longer times than wriothesley is, so he makes sure the impact lasts enough for the duration he's away.

he greets you the same way when he comes back, too. he never wants you to feel neglected, but his work occasionally has to come first.

and when you do feel neglected? ah, you may see it rain. he feels so bad, and watching you break down and tell him how you feel may make him shed a tear or two himself.

he uses gentle kisses along your neck and collarbones to get you to calm down, truly soaking in your complaints and doing his best to change his schedule just a bit...

overall an ok kisser. he just never has time to give them.

oh she loves kisses! but unfortunately she's too stubborn to admit it.

at first, something held her back from giving them. she didn't know why, you never knew why, but eventually she got more comfortable with it that she started giving them all the time!

she loves when you give them too! again, too stubborn to admit it, but she melts when you give her random kisses too (just avoid it in public, she'll get embarrassed, and how dare you embarrass lady furina!)

but in private , she's pretty much all over you! she wants to kiss you every single time that she sees you. she just finds you irresistible, okay? don't argue!

overall not the best kisser, but a fun kisser! never tell her that though, she might not appreciate it.

very dense. doesn't really understand the point of even kissing in the first place.

but she came to love it, that's for sure. and after a couple months, she'll start to warm up to initiating it.

her kisses are rather hesitant, as if she's doing it wrong. this is her first relationship, the first person to truly have her back. she almost feared messing up. but in your eyes, clorinde could never mess up.

she kisses you every night she's able to come home to you. but that's really all. kinda like mavuika, she expresses herself in other ways, but instead of hugging she uses her words and small gifts.

if you want more kisses, you gotta initiate. she doesn't mind it though! she secretly wants more, she's just nervous to ask

“Chiori?” You hear a mhm? being muttered into your back, her breath tickling your skin. “Don’t you get… Bored of this?”

“Of what, dear?” She moves back a little, speaking clearly now. ”Fucking my beloved and hot-as-hellfire husband? Never. The only thing that would make me so is growing into a senile and bitter old hag.”

You smile at that admission, but continue nonetheless. “I mean… Am I not limiting your options?”

“What do you mean?”

Her hand is guided down from your chest to your bare manhood; you blush just a bit. Chiori hums.

“So this is what you're worried about…” She rolls her eyes. “Gods, you're such a man. Come here.”

She unspoons you and, firmly, nudges you to turn around to face her. You comply, but you're too ashamed of the whole situation to look her in the eyes. 

“Your size hardly matters to me. I've never complained about it, have I? I can still feel you inside of me perfectly fine.” She traces your stomach with the tips of her fingers. “Besides, we do tend to get involved in other activities, yes? Things that don't require you to be hung like a brute.”

You shudder at the thought of the simultaneously scary and heavenly things Chiori puts you through whenever she feels playful. Honestly speaking, you never even imagined you could feel pleasure from such things…

“You're below average, yes. But that doesn't matter - your body is still equipped with all these lovely things, ready for me to tease and torment.” She brings her hand to your jaw and moves it, making you look right at her ruby eyes. “Your moans. Your whimpers. Your pleas. Your shudders, trembles, your body at the edge of collapsing in my hands. These are what I love in the bedroom. You might be short down there, but that doesn't stop you from feeling every single touch of mine.”

Her words, firm as they are, ease your worries. You smile at her, her lips curling upwards as well in response. Taking her other hand in yours, you whisper a timid ‘thank you’. 

Chiori sighs, shaking her head. “What a stupid thing to waste time considering. Perhaps your ass isn't sore enough, huh?” She gives it a playful squeeze. As she looks into your eyes, you can feel goosebumps crawling across your body…

“Tomorrow, Y/N, I will make you weep in gratitude for being born a man. And have a delightfully amazing time while I'm at it.”

“We've got the grains, the sauce, the rye noodles…” Chasca crosses out the items as she goes, wondering at the same time if she forgot to write anything down. “Right! Cosmetics.”

You're poked out of your meditation over which type of cheese to get; you turn around and heed the words of your peacemaker. “What do we need?”

She comes closer, glancing around briefly to make sure there's nobody too close. “Rose conditioner, toothpaste and a pack of you-know-what.”

Against your best instincts you raise your eyebrow. “I-know-what?”

“Come on, hun.” Seeing your confused face, she sighs and whispers. “Rubbers.”

“Oh… Right…” You nod, trying your best to hide your embarrassment. She sees you off with a hand on her hip and an amused shake of her head. 

You sneak to the appropriate section of the store. It doesn't take long for you to find what you need - a nice looking toothpaste (the prettier the packaging the better, obviously) and the bottle of whatever-it-is that Chasca washes her hair in. You're not entirely sure you know the point of using it, but it must make sense if it's Chasca you're talking about. And as for the final goal of your commercial expedition… 

You come face to face with that shelf, the one that even adults would rather not be seen near. But, ultimately, sex is just a part of life, right? Just for a moment you dismiss your doubts and get to scanning the racks for your favourite brand. Ribbed, extra safe, ultra thin… Best to stick with the classic, especially that you're not sure what she is planning for tonight. And the size…

You hesitate for a moment, hand hovering over the box labeled ‘S’. What a shame, but that's life. Yeah. Right. No reason to be-

Footsteps from your right; you see an attractive young woman rounding the corner. She trots past you, paying no attention to your person while she surveys the lube shelf… That is, until she notices what you're holding. Her neutral expression quickly twists into a smirk. Seeing your confusion and discomfort, the woman grabs her product; before she leaves, she throws a casual remark at you. 

“If you water it, maybe it'll grow.”

You open your mouth to fight back, but you can't choke a word out of yourself before she walks out of your sight. Although… She is right, isn't she? What could you even say in your defence? A vague frown of bitter defeat appears on your face. Maybe it is time to ask Chasca about the truth. Her pretending that you're not equipped with a pocket knife instead of a sword doesn't scream a healthy relationship. 

Just when you're about to leave the opposite way to the woman's, you hear the voice of Chasca from the other side of the shelf. 

“Certainly beats a rubber cock though.” You quickly get into the next aisle to see what's going on. Chasca is there, arms crossed, looking at the woman that just picked on you. The other girl’s smugness is now surprising with a little bit of shame. “Not that I ever had the need for one. Are you that bad with men?”

Your harasser raises her hands defensively. “C-Chasca? What are you talking about?”

“I heard what you said about my husband. Don't think it'll go past me.” She flicks her head up, daring the other woman to repeat what she said. “Bored? Or feeling particularly bitchy today?”

She shakes her head. “No, neither… That was a joke, that's all!” 

You catch your wife scoffing. “Funny as a corpse, that's what you are. I think it's time for you to go.” Before the girl can move away, Chasca grabs her shoulder and gives her one more piece of her mind.

“And you better keep yourself out of trouble. It would be all too sorry to see you crawling back, begging for help after you've insulted who's mine.”

A bit intimidated but happy that there were no witnesses, the woman scurries away. Chasca glares at her but quickly notices you, peeking around the corner. Her hands drop to her waist and her expression softens. 

“What was that about, hun?” You approach, tossing your acquisitions into the shopping basket on the ground. 

She smirks, making a dismissive gesture with her hand. “Ah, nothing. I just told her what I thought. What exactly did she say?”

You recount what has been thrown your way. 

“Heard that one loud and clear.” Chasca shakes her head; suddenly, her expression alters - to a frown of concern. “Hey, that didn't stick to you, did it?”

A sigh escapes your lips. “Eh, it wasn't so bad. She just reminded me of the truth, something I accepted a long time ago. But I was wondering if…” You trail off, giving her a suggestive glance. It felt wrong, somehow, to accuse her of lying.

Your wife nudges your chest. “Come on, just say it. There's nobody around.”

With one breath, you make your admission. “Are you pretending to like my, uh, small guy, just to make me feel good about myself?”

She puts her hand on her hip and shoots you an indulgent gaze; you quickly add to your question. “It's totally fine if you did- I mean, I am very thankful for that, but I personally think that you shouldn't lie - uh, pretend is a better word actually - that you like me for who I am because you've already done so much-”

Chasca puts her finger over your lips. “Hush.”

When she sees you relent, hands lowering from their lively gesturing stances, your partner proceeds. “Listen, hun. My mighty, roaring dragon. Think of what we are doing now. Care to remind me?”

Unsure of her implication, you continue. “Hm, shopping?”

“Yes, but for what?”

“For tonight. We're having a date.” You raise your eyebrows. “So what?”

She gestures at the basket. “Do you think I would stand here, with you, willingly, getting ready for a hot and heavy night if I didn't like the idea of a classic date-dinner-dick setup with you?” 

“I guess not.” You shake your head. “But what does that have to do with anything? You can enjoy the romance, but not the sex. There's nothing stopping you from lying about it.”

“Uh, what about my character, huh?” She pokes your chest, biting back with love and firmness. “Am I a person who'd have the heart to lie to her dearest? And even have the patience to do that consequently over months in the first place? Manage to avoid any slip-ups?”

Seeing your hesitation, Chasca continues. “Don't assume ill intention where there is none, Y/N. I wasn't lying to you when I said that I enjoyed having you in my bed. Really.”

Chasca brings up her hand to your shoulder, and moves it up, slowly, to your cheek. “Look at me, handsome.” Feeling the warmth of the first one, then two hands cupping your face, you relent. You drown in her eyes, blue as the endless skies above, full of acceptance. Full of love. The way she holds you… You sense her affection thickening the air between you. How could you ever doubt it… 

“Thanks… Really.” You say, leaning closer. 

Chasca smiles and indulges your desire, kissing you. “What for? I'm just telling the truth.”

The eyes of Shenhe bore into you as you crouch down, sitting yourself comfortably on the carpeted floor of your bedroom. Patiently, your hands glide their way over the silky duvet, shortly reaching the pristine, snow white flesh of her thighs, barely hidden by the flaps of her dress. She shudders as you caress it, even more so when you lean down and grab the fabric with your teeth. Her mouth hangs open in anticipation and awe as you move it to the side, revealing the delectable fruit it is hiding. You move to continue your journey, but Shenhe speaks out. 

“Y/N…” Shenhe’s voice is unsteady, her stoicism shaken by desire strong enough to strain her ropes. “You're going to… Lick me down there, right…?”

You can't help but smirk a little at her question… Which you've learned to be more of a declaration, one you always eagerly fulfill. You place a restrained kiss on the inside of her thigh; you feel it twitch amidst the tension. “Yes, love. Relax and let me make you feel amazing…”

“You’ve been doing that a lot…” You nibble her sensitive skin, stuttering her speech. “...l-lately!”

“So it seems. I'm particularly hungry for you~” Your chuckle makes her fidget on the bed; nonetheless, she can't help but wiggle her hips closer to the bed’s edge. “And you seem to like it.”

“Yes, but w-wait!”

Her voice is raised when she says that. You let go of her in an instant and move your body back, already wondering what you did wrong. Maybe you can't even do this- 

“What's the matter?” You shake off your self-sabotaging thoughts and check up on her. “Is everything okay?”

Shenhe takes a shaky breath. “Yes… I just wanted to ask a question.” Seeing your confused expressions, she quickly adds: “Forgive me for interrupting you… I just know that if I don't ask now, I'll forget it… The sensations you give me are very distracting. I can't think of anything else when you are loving me.”

A part of you sighs in relief; was it a bit awkward? Sure, she worried you for nothing, but that's Shenhe. You're used to this. However, another voice within your mind suggests that she's onto you. Maybe she guessed. Hopefully not. You know she's direct, and you know she means no harm (hopefully), but hearing it wouldn't be pleasant… 

“Alright. I'm all ears, my dear.” You stand up from between her legs and sit beside her on the bed. She's flushed, but her expression remains neutral. It always fascinated you, the way her thoughts and bodily reactions are disconnected…

Shenhe places her hand on your thigh; immediately your suspicions seem to confirm themselves. You can just feel the bombshell of a Shenhe question looming in the air. 

“I have been doing some reading as of late. I've learned that some men feel uncomfortable with the size of their… Penis.” She pauses. “Is it related to your interest in doing this to me, to show me less of it? Are you ashamed of your manhood?”

There it is. You stay still, expressionless, processing her words, taking apart her assertions and formulating an answer. At least she did not mention-

“I understand that yours is smaller than average.” There we go. Shenhe tilts her head to the side. “Is that why we are having less normal sex?”

“Shenhe. Please.” You take a deep breath and make a calming gesture, practically begging her to let you think. “I… Oh, Shenhe…”

“Yes?” She asks innocently. 

“It's… I'm sure you didn't mean it, but saying this so openly to a guy is a bit… Impolite.” You say. Shenhe looks a bit saddened by that revelation and apologises, but the look of uncertainty doesn't leave her face. 

“I'm sorry.” She looks down for a moment, taking her hand away from you. “Do you mind if I ask why? I don't think I understand men very well yet.”

“Well, it makes it seem as if you're calling them less masculine. We generally like being masculine.” 

“Why does small penis size correlate to low masculinity?” A genuine, simple question, yet one you have to stop to think of. 

You hum. “Because a large manhood leads to a satisfied partner. You're not a real man if you can't satisfy your woman, or so men think.” She asks if you share that thought; after brief deliberation you nod. “I think so too.”

“If I understand what you are saying correctly, then…” You practically see the gears turning behind her eyes as she processes what you said. “You feel less masculine because you believe your body is not sufficient to satisfy me in the bedroom. Yes?”

“Uh… I suppose you could say that.” 

Her hand travels to yours. You feel her fingers wrap around it gently. As she speaks, she looks you directly in the eyes. “Is this why you used your mouth more as of late?” 

You can only nod. Shenhe is deceptively observant when she's not being adorably oblivious. For a moment you consider lying, but what good would that be? She's your second half and deception is hardly a good base for the future. 

“I was wondering if such a roach is enough for you. Maybe if I'm lacking in that department, I could…” You sigh. “...make it up to you in some other way.”

“But have I done something wrong?” She asks. “Do I not show you that I enjoy what you do to me?”

“Well, you do, but… You may… I mean, I thought that you could have been pretending. You know, to make me feel good about myself.”

“I don't understand. The noises I make are genuine. I…” She squeezes your hand. “Cannot help myself. You feel good, truly.”

You shake your head. “Can't be. I’m small. How is that supposed to be nice? The deeper it is, the better it feels - or so I've heard.” 

Shenhe pauses, silent in thought. The previous experiences she recalls don't provide many answers. It was always a vortex of soft bedding, warm, strong hands all over her body, the creak of the bed beneath her… The sound of your voice in her ear, grunting and moaning and whispering how good you feel… The thought alone rekindles her blush and almost makes her regret stopping you those few moments before. Almost. If you really feel this way, Shenhe needs to make things clear. 

“I cannot remember anything but pleasure and joy from every time we made love. It seems that my mind has not been focused on this.” She shakes her head. “I think that's a good thing, isn't it? That means it is not of importance.”

“Really?” You ask, raising your eyebrow. “I find it hard to believe in all honesty.” Shenhe looks down at her hand, seeming slightly disappointed at hearing that; you correct yourself. “But I suppose I can trust you.”

“Please do. I really liked when you made love to me in, you know, the ordinary fashion. I want more, if you want it too. I don't wish to see you stop because you're ashamed.” She kissed your cheek. “There is nothing to be ashamed of.”

A smile finds its way to your face. You pay her back with a peck of your own. “If you say so… Thank you, Shenhe.”

There's a moment of peaceful silence between you. Before you can say anything, she chimes in. 

“Do you mind if we… continue?” Her voice is flat, per usual, but her low tone betrays shyness. “But do it all the way?”

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