#general kai x reader

[dracocheesecake]

Kai, softly: "I love you."

Y/N: "What?"

Kai: "I-I said...*vaguely Mongolian sounding gibberish*...It means you're ugly."

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Kung Fu Panda Villains x Reader || Drabbles

Plot / Includes: The common theme is tea XD

General Kai x Immortal!Reader: After coming back to the living plain as a spirit warrior, Kai’s first stop is to find you, an immortal ex-lover. Will you be happy to see him, though??

Lord Shen x ChildhoodFriend!Reader: You make Shen some tea because he’s always so uptight, and you crave a nice moment with him ^^

Tai Lung x Reader: The first thing Tai Lung does after escaping prison is visit you, his girlfriend/boyfriend/romantic partner from before he was imprisoned- and you’ve been waiting for him ^^

Annnnd, this is my first attempt at writing any of these guys, so I’m sorry if they aren’t quite right!

Warnings: I guess Tai gets a little frisky with you? But not really XD He’s just happy to see you!! XD

General Kai:

… A spirit warrior. This man leaves you for war, starts stealing peoples chi, doesn’t come back for 5 hundred years- and when he finally does come back, he is something called a spirit warrior??

You are deeply unamused. And he knows it- how could he not? You are standing in your doorway looking up at him with a scowl on your lips. He better be intimidated.

“So… “Your voice is as cold as ice, eyes narrowing in distaste as he rubs the back of neck in nervousness at your reaction to him after all these years. Not because he is nervous, but because he has the good sense to look it. “how did it go??”

“Wh- uh… the war??”

“Yes.”

“Well, I um… Oogway banished me to the spirit realm… “

“I heard… “

“Oh, you know. So- uh- you know, that’s why I haven’t been around… not that I didn’t wanna see you, or forgot you or, or anything… “

“Uhuh… “

“Look, can I come in?” He suddenly snaps, dropping his large arms to his sides and moving in closer to you, letting go of the façade of nervousness. “I got other places to be.”

“Oh! You have other places to be??” Immediately Kai realises he has said the wrong thing, when you light up like this. “Great! Go there!”

Then you slam the door in his face. You think he was so close that it knocked his nose- you hope that it knocked his nose. You stay by the door just long enough to hear him grunt on the other side, before sweeping off further into your house to start forgetting he came at all. You spent over 500 years missing him, he can’t just come back one day and treat you like a stop along the way.

Also- what he did, what he is no doubt still trying to do, is unforgiveable. And you refuse to be party to it. No way.

When your door literally flies off the hinges behind you, slamming into the ground with a huge, loud THUD, you whip around with wide eyes and take in a deep breath- ready to yell at this bastard for knocking down your goddamn door-

But he strolls on in, breaking your door further when he steps on it, and holds a hoof up to your face- silencing you. “Y/N… Come on, lets just talk about this.” As you stay completely silent then, Kai takes the opportunity to soften a little bit, using those bovine eyes on you in that way he knows used to make you melt once upon a time. “I missed you.”

… damnit, it still has an effect on you. Not quite the same effect, you’re still holding together - you’re still pissed, - , but that little part of you that was there since you saw him today that desperately wants to accept him back- get a little bit louder.

Now, you can’t do that, you can’t just forgive him, but you can hear him out. On your terms, but… you can be okay with him being in your house… at least. You guess. So, straightening up, you brush his hoof out of your way with the back of your hand, relishing inwardly in the way his face drops at the motion, and head towards the kitchen.

“… fine. Fix that door and if you manage to do that before I finish the tea, you can have some. Deal?”

“I’m on it.”

Lord Shen:

“Shen? I made tea, and thought you might want a cup before you leave?”

“Tea?... I don’t need your tea- “

“Agree to disagree. Sit down.”

This made Lord Shen look at you as if you grew 3 heads and shat on the rug for a good long moment, but you don’t remove your gaze from his even though he’s scary, and after a few moments, he narrows his eyes at you and sits down on the other side of the mat. Success-

“Just a sip.” He tells you, in that hushed voice of his that can be goddamn terrifying depending on what you’ve done, as he picks up a cup in is wing. “I’ve never had tea from you, before… Wonder if it’ll be palatable.” He thinks out loud, half to himself and half to bother you, peering into the cup.

Oh, now- Rolling your eyes, you raise a cup to your own lips, feeling the warmth in your hands, and nod to him. Go on. “Well only one way to find out.” You’ve known Shen for a long time now, you grew up together, so his meanness doesn’t do quite the same thing to you as it does to others. Also, you’ve always been rather resilient, and a little naïve. No matter how hard someone may try to convince you, you cant truly believe that Shen is evil. Evil doesn’t really exist, and if it does then surely it has worse things to do then live inside Shen.

You feel like people calling him evil is just an easy way for them to compartmentalize, and you would rather know him. Which you do. That’s how you kept up eye contact with this insane bird-

“Right… “

As you take a sip yourself, and feel the warm liquid slide down your throat and fill your insides with lovely heat, you wait patiently for Shen to do the same. It takes him a moment, scowling at you as you drink your tea, before he lets out a dramatic sigh and tries it himself. “Alright, alright.” You watch his pretty face change, no longer does it look like he smelt something awful- it actually looks… surprised. Vaguely pleasantly surprised, as a matter of fact, as he looks back into the cup. “… hm.”

“Hmm?~ “

“Its… well, I’m not dead.”

“Did you really think it would kill you, Shen? That I would try to kill you?” You deadpan, but raise your brows expectantly when he raises his eyes to you.

… He pauses. “… well- “

“Shen!”

“You’re right, you wouldn’t have what it takes, would you? No… “ Smirking, Shen takes another sip of his tea. “Thank you, though. This tea is remarkably edible.”

… sighing, you roll your eyes look away as you take another sip yourself. “Thanks. You’re welcome.”

Shen steals your attention again, though, as he drains the last of his tea and holds out the cup to you, an oddly adorable - yet still crazy, - expression on his face. Soft, and almost pleading. “… Can I have some more, then?” His voice, of course, is still terrifying.

A slow grin spreads across your face. “… I thought you were on your way out?”

“Oh shut up, and pour me some tea.”

Tai Lung:

“Y/N!” A familiar voice yells, banging at your front door.

“Tai??” You ask, wide eyed and shocked as you pull the door open and see him standing there.

“Y/N.” He says again, unbelievable and desperate relief in his tone as he pulls you against his chest in the warmest hug you’ve ever experienced- well, since you last saw him. 20 years ago. He breathes in at your head, taking as much of your scent as he can. As he breathes out, he releases a growl, but it is not an unhappy one- its full of comfort. When he speaks, his voice pitters into a bit of whine, at the end. “It’s been too long… “

You just squeeze him closer to you, burying your face in his shoulder and closing your eyes. Its unbelievable to you that he’s here, with you again. How did he get out?? You don’t even care. You don’t even care if he should be out, or what he’s going to do now that he is, you just want to stay here tucked away in him, listening to his heartbeat and holding on to it.

After a few minutes, though, you begin to get nervous someone will see him and call someone- and he would be taken away again- so, sniffing, you pull back gently, and flash him a warm smile; nodding inside. “Do you- do you want some tea??”

Still holding onto your hands/the ends of your wings/paws/etc, his paws being so much larger than what you have, he keeps you close to his body and warmly grins. “I don’t want to let you go, little one.”

“You don’t have to.”

“Alright then.”

You lead him inside and he closes the door behind you both, and while you’re pouring the water into the kettle he wraps his arms around your body from behind and sets his head on top of yours, curling his tail around one of your legs as well. He purrs.

After you set the kettle over the fire Tai Lung sits himself down on one of your kitchen chairs - again, not letting go of your hand/wing/paw/etc at all for even a moment, - before urging you onto his lap where he wraps himself back around you again. “I’ve missed you… “He growls into your hair. “So much, little one… I thought about you, in there, you know… all about you… “

“Oh, I’m assuming you thought about other things, too… “You reply, rolling your eyes, though still very much happy he’s here. Other things, like the scroll… dragon warrior… Shifu… escape…

Chuckling against you, and brushing his tail against you, Tai nods. “Yes, but when I was thinking of you… “ He suddenly squeezes your waist in his paws, making you yelp. “You were the only thing, on my mind… “

“Hmm,” You just him, leaning your head on his chest.

After a few more moments of blessed enjoyment of each other’s company, each other’s touch and warmth, Tai speaks up again. This time, there is a hint of nervousness in his voice that causes you to lift off of his chest in order to watch his face; Concerned. “Were you… uh, I mean, have you… “ Sighing, he looks away for a moment and gathers himself. Then looks back, serious. “Is there anyone else?... “

The look on his face is saying that he wouldn’t blame you, if their were. You were without him for a long, long time. And he would prefer you be happy, with someone else… then depressed, and alone. It would hurt him… but he loves you.

It tells you that you made the right decision in waiting all this time.

With a small, sad smile, you shake your head at him. “I promised you- I would wait. I’m yours, Ta- Ah!“ He kisses you then like he cant help it, growling into your mouth.

When he pulls back, his paw on your jaw, theirs a pleased grin on his face- but unbelievably fond look in his yellow eyes. “… I’m yours too, Y/N.”

[lemondragoncheesecake]

Bored: General Kai x Reader Smutfic

Kinks: outdoor, spontaneous, riding, roughness, some mild cum inflation, Kai denying you aftercare because he's a jerk, etc.

It was one of those slower days. There wasn't much to do, now that camp had been cleaned up and you and Kai were traveling again- you never knew where, exactly, for the most part you just followed Kai around wherever he felt like going on this strange mission of his. You never minded, really, just enjoying the ride and his company while it lasted.

But it was a slow day, all the same. Boring, dull, just you, him, the road, and the quiet, bland monotony of the forest for miles all around. That, and the intense silence finally got to you. You sighed loudly.

"I'm borrrrrred," you hadn't intended to whine (you know how he felt about whining), but you couldn't help it; besides, even a little irritation from him might be entertaining.

He glanced at you for a moment, frowning, his eyes roaming up and down your body. Your muscles tensed. Then the corner of his lip slowly turned up in a smirk.

"Bored, huh? Maybe I could help with that."

That was far from the expected response. You paused where you were, and then blinked at him for a moment. Your muscles relaxed. But then confusion turned to curiosity, and you returned his smile. "Oh? How so?"

He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you in, his breath warm against your ear. "...Hope you're in the mood."

And with no more than that, he lifted you off your feet and slung you across one of his large shoulders. His head was tilted slightly to the side, avoiding poking you with his horns. The grip he had on you was steady, and one of his hooves squeezed your rear; you didn't have to guess what he wanted. Your face flushed.

He hummed a tune, occasionally bouncing you and chuckling whenever you made a slight grunt or noise of protest. There was a clearing here, isolated save for the ring of trees and brush, and he set you down on a boulder and immediately began to loosen the ties on your clothes. You assisted, heart hammering; oh, this was definitely going to be fun.

For his part, undressing was easier. All he needed to do was take off his belt, and then his cock was free, burgeoning out from his crotch. You saw it, and your legs immediately fell open. Kai chuckled and then gently pinned you against the rock. He wasn't the one for teasing or foreplay, and neither would you have allowed it; you were both impatient, your mutual arousal as sudden as it was consuming, and consume and consummate you did- immediately. He never wasted a second.

Kai released a long, content sigh as he eased his way in, and then he pressed his cheek against yours, the coarse stubble scratching your softer skin. You settled into the stretch with a quiet moan, then wrapped your legs around his broad waist. It had taken much work to get to this point, that he could almost hilt in you, and none of that effort had been easy: but by the gods, was it rewarding.

Then he started thrusting, slowly at first, ensuring you were comfortable and settled before he found a nice pace that suited you both, and the momentum started to build. Kai lifted your leg, placing it over his shoulder. You grunted softly, and then he picked up his pace, hitting some places just right, and you moaned louder. But a little longer, and the position began to wear; the friction on your skin from the rock beneath you was starting to chafe. You winced and reached up, placing a hand on his chest.

"Switch places?" It was a somewhat timid request- it had to be, you never really knew just how Kai would react to certain things, and this was one of them- not that he would ever hurt you physically, of course, such a thing was unthinkable; You just never knew how he'd respond to any given suggestion.

There was a pause. You tensed. He looked down at you for a moment, though those glowing green eyes didn't expose any of his thoughts, even as they searched into yours. You held your breath, wondering to yourself if maybe you had made the wrong suggestion at the wrong time- but then Kai sighed.

"...Alright."

Then he gently pulled all of his length out of you and laid on his back on the ground, patting his thigh invitingly.

You sat up. "...We don't have to," You said, "I was just-"

"Just get up here before I change my mind," he said, but there was nothing genuine in the threat. You obediently climbed up, straddling his waist, and he held his member steady as you lowered yourself onto it, though it was already erect enough.

His cock filled you again, and you bit your lip to suppress a moan- though Kai quickly corrected that. He reached up, pressing one the flat end of the cleft that acted as his thumb against your chin, right under your lower lip. His other hand pushed against your inner thigh, spreading your legs a little bit wider. One thrust upwards, rough, fast, and you let out a much louder cry.

"That's better," he chuckled, and laid his head back down. His hoof squeezed your thigh, running up and down the sensitive skin. "I want you loud. Don't make me force you again."

And you made sure he didn't; soon you were moaning shamelessly, gasping his titles between thrusts, screaming his name, your body trembling from the pleasure he worked out of you.

He tilted his head back, running shallow grooves into the soft dirt with his horns. The motion exposed all of his throat to you, and you took the opportunity to kiss his Adam's apple. A rumbling chuckle was his response. The clefts of his hooves ran into the folds of your hips, and then dug in, keeping a steady purchase on you as you gently moved up and down.

Eventually, the pace began to pick up. His snorts came in quicker and faster, and his grip on you tightened- you were going to have bruises, but you couldn't say you cared. The building surge you felt was causing your muscles to tighten, and you gripped his wrists with all your strength (miniscule, compared to his- you wouldn't even leave a mark) just to hold on to something to keep you grounded- and then he grunted again, a lower sound more like a bellow, and then you were screaming his name, and then your mind went entirely, blissfully blank.

Every nerve was alight with ecstasy. The general grunted again, and you felt his cum filling you, felt him move his hips just to keep it from spilling out, and then there was a sense of perverted pride in you: pride that you could take so much of him, and hold his load.

As soon as you thought it was over, you made to climb off of him, but then his grip on your hips tightened. You looked down at him. He smirked.

"I'm not done with you yet," he growled.

Of course, being a Spirit Warrior had its perks: nearly limitless stamina being but one of them. An excited thrill ran down your spine, and blood rushed to your groin anew. Kai grinned and pulled you back down, and you screamed again in delight. Shame was long gone from you; you were alone, anyway, and even if he was taking you in the middle of a crowded spice market you wouldn't have cared.

Kai used you like an object. His cock pounded up into your core, slamming certain nerve bundles just so, his hips forcing yours to move with them or be bashed- and you loved every second of it- tenfold, when he would stop suddenly, full hilt, just as he came. Sometimes you came first, others he did, and the best times came when you both reached that peak together. It was rough and loud and sloppy, and you couldn't ask for better.

Yet another climax was coming, you could feel it in the way his muscles tensed under you, how his pace suddenly increased; then he groaned, his back arching, hilting right at that sweet, sweet moment.

"There you go," he said, his voice barely more than a low, cocky purr, "full enough? Or should I fill you again?"

Now that he had allowed your nerves time to settle down this time (such rare consideration for your mortal state), you could actually feel the other sensations in your body; the soreness, the ever so slightly painful tinge of the bruises from his grip, bruises he rubbed so gently now...how incredibly, satisfactorily full your belly was.

But you couldn't take any more: that was clear. You were soaked in sweat, shaking, and exhausted. You tried to swallow past a throat gone dry and scratchy from all of your cries and screams of pleasure earlier, tried to answer him, but couldn't get anything out. Kai raised his brows, but the smirk on his face was telling. You swallowed and tried again:

"Th-thank you...Sir, but I think...I don't think I can take anymore."

Kai chuckled and released another sigh- longer, softer and more content than any other thus far. He lifted you slightly, then began to pull out of you, a slow process that made even more of a mess, leaving you strangely empty and sore- though you couldn't say you minded much. You shifted, laying on top of him with your head on the pillow of his chest. He wrapped his arms around you, keeping you warm even as your bodies began to cool.

A soft moment- You catching your breath, only you, him letting you, simply enjoying this as it was- and then you heard a noise. You pressed your ear against his chest. It began to vibrate softly, and then a long, low note began to emit from somewhere deep in his belly. A sound he rarely made, save during moments like this- moments when he was truly content and at peace.

You glanced up at his face. He had his eyes closed, his expression softened in a way you had only ever seen once or twice, again only exclusive to these rare occasions. Beneath you, his chest rose and fell and vibrated at an even, soothing rhythm. He wasn't asleep, though: spirit warriors had no need of sleep.

In a way it was almost as if he was obliging you by pretending to sleep whenever you slept, and letting you lay on him like this while you did it. You were very tired, especially after what just happened, but you couldn't help but stay awake and ask just one more little thing from him. Your hand reached up, gently tugging on his moustache. Kai snorted.

"Still bored?" He grumbled, his eyes still closed.

"Hm. Maybe-" his eyes didn't open, but you felt his grip tighten on you again, and he began to grind against you, your rear pressing against the base of his member. You realized the danger you would unwittingly bring on yourself, and you were quick to correct it. "-I mean- no, but..."

Kai stopped grinding and chuffed. His grip loosened. "Hm. Well, if you want, you could get started on the fun part," he said.

That piqued your curiosity. "Fun part?"

He opened one eye slightly, smirking at you. He cast a glance at the clothes strewn everywhere behind you, and then at the mess between your bodies, then back up at you again. His smirk grew.

You gazed at the mess, realized his meaning, and suddenly you felt very exhausted. With a sigh you laid your head back down on his chest. "...Consider my boredom cured," you said.

Kai chuckled and closed his eye again, rubbing your back. "You're welcome."

[mylossmallmustache]

What is Tai Lung and general Kai's romantic type? What are they like in relationship? (separate)

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Tai Lung x GN!Reader

General Kai x GN!Reader

Romantic relationship headcannons

(Seperate)

Tai Lung-

Isn't used to this stuff to be honest

When he does get in a relationship with you, He's mostly sorta clingy but 100% not in public

Dislikes PDA

If you two sleep together, He definitely curls or wraps his tail around you

If your OC is just an animal that has a tail, Most likely you're gonna do it as well

Ik that animals lick their partners / Grooms them so he does that to you a lot when you're cuddling and you're the little spoon

He puts his head on top your head or behind your neck or just on your neck in general

Sorta touchy and obviously only behind closed doors

(As previously mentioned he dislikes PDA)

Mf loves it when you caress or brush his fur, He's Floofy ^^

A gentleman surprisingly

Will and would (WILL WOOD REFERENCE?!/j) buy you or just pick flowers that reminds him of you daily

To others, he's a big strong muscley snow leopard who can take down 500 men singlehandedly...

But you?...Just a big house cat who is strong and very cuddly

General Kai-

Gift giving is an absolute YES.

Like Tai Lung, he ain't used to this stuff and does try his best to be a good boyfriend

Loves it when you braid his hair or just style it in general

When cuddling, he actually loves being on top of you and his head on your chest while you caress his hair and...Tusks?...Horns? Idk

Loves giving you emerald stuff...

Hence when he steals others chi and it's emerald

Necklaces, earrings, Rings... Anything really!

Probably an Insomniac

Man can only sleep when you're sleeping with him😭

SNORES...SNORES.

Either right in your ear or on your chest

Don't worry you'll get used to it!

...

Hopefully.

Sorta protective

Very strong but like Tai Lung

To others he's a big strong, muscley warrior who doesn't care about anyone but himself

But you you?...An absolute sweetheart who just wants your attention and cuddles 24/7

Thanks for reading and sorry about my...At least 2 month break because ive been having writers block and please remember I have a life outside Tumblr and don't need to be here all the time 🩷

[heartsforjh]

reader is beckett sennecke's best friend growing up. after the draft, she's both sad and excited. fluff and confessed love

hope you like this! i literally love you for requesting beckett btw 🫶

“the anaheim ducks are proud to select, from the oshawa generals… beckett sennecke.” former captain scott niedermeyer announces into the mic. the words echo through the large room, swallowed by the roar of applause, but everything feels muffled to you—like your entire world just went silent.

your best friend just got drafted to the NHL.

for as long as you’ve known beckett, this has been his dream. and now, in this surreal moment, he’s finally made it.

you both shoot up from your seats, mouths wide open, eyes locking with a shared look of disbelief. he looks completely stunned, almost as if he’s waiting for someone to tell him it’s a mistake. before you can even process it, he’s pulling you into a bone-crushing hug.

“oh my god. oh my god. holy fuck!” he blurts out, voice shaky.

you smile into the hug, your chest swelling with pride and your heart beating rapidly. “congratulations beckett. you did it.”

he pulls back slightly, his face still dazed. “y-yeah! thank you!” he stammers before turning to hug his family.

you sink back into your seat, hands over your mouth, watching as beckett walks down to the stage. when he finally steps onto it, shakes hands, and pulls the ducks jersey over his head, you’re convinced it’s a fever dream. the little boy you grew up with—the same one that used to force you to be his goalie while practicing slap shots in the driveway—is now a professional hockey player.

later on, back at the hotel, the surreal feeling lingers as you both dig through your suitcases, searching for outfits to wear to dinner with his family.

“hey y/n.” beckett says, holding his arms out to the side, giving you a full view of his jersey. “how do i look?”

you glance up from your own suitcase and smile softly. “you look great. i didn’t think you’d be able pull off orange but here we are.”

he grins, looking down at the jersey, still so shocked that it’s his now. “thanks! are you excited?”

“for dinner? yeah, i’ve never tried-”

“no, not for the food!” he interrupts, laughing. “for me. you know… being drafted.”

you shift your weight to one of you legs, and your tone becomes sincere. “of course, beckett. i’m so proud of you.”

he stays quiet for a moment, still rifling through his suitcase. “yeah?”

“yeah.” you sigh softly, pulling out an outfit and going to the dresser to grab your hair supplies. “but… i’m gonna miss you a lot.”

he looks up, expression softening. “you are?”

you nod, touching up your hair in one of the many hotel room mirrors. “of course i am. beckett, theres never been a time in my life where we weren’t together, and every time you’re gone, i miss you like crazy.”

a small, fond smile tugs at his lips, but he doesn’t say anything. you don’t push him, knowing how he gets when he’s deep in thought, and go to the bathroom to change instead.

when you come back out, you stop in front of the full-body mirror again, smoothing out your clothes. “the mirror in there sucks.” you mutter, thinking out loud.

“y/n?” beckett calls from the foot of his bed. “can you come here?”

you glance over at him. “why?”

“help me pick something.” he says, gesturing to the mess of clothes he pulled from his suitcase.

you groan, walking over. once you’re standing next to his tall frame you look up at him, exasperated, “beckett… really?”

“what?! you picked the suit and tie i had for the draft. you can’t pick what i wear for my dinner after?” he asks, defensively.

you sigh and begin to dig through the clothes. “this is a serious problem becky. you need to learn how to dress yourself at some point.”

“why? you always pick the best outfits for me.” he says, matter-of-factly.

you roll your eyes at his excuse. “i’m not going to be able to do that forever! not with you moving to anaheim.”

the room gets quiet with that, and the playful mood suddenly drops. the only sound being the low hum of the air conditioner.

“well…” he starts, hesitantly. “you can move to anaheim too.”

you blink, taken back. “why would i move to anaheim? my life is here.”

he shrugs, avoiding your gaze. “yeah but… your life could be there. i’ll be there.”

“beckett,” you say gently, “i love you, but i’m not going to uproot my whole life just because you’re moving. we’ll facetime and visit when we can—”

“but im gonna miss you all the time.” he interupts, his voice soft and pleading.

you swallow, feeling a lump form in your throat. “i’ll miss you too, beck. but that doesn’t mean i can just leave everything behind.”

he stares at you, his blue eyes searching yours. “i’m your best friend though.”

“and you’re amazing. like i said, i’ll miss you,” you say, your voice trembling slightly. “but im not moving that far for a best friend.”

“what if it’s not for a best friend?” beckett asks softly, his eyes locked on yours.

your heart skips a beat. “what are you trying to get at here, beckett?”

his breath catches, and for a moment, you think he might backtrack. but then, he steps even closer. “let me be your boyfriend y/n. please.”

your lips part in shock, but you can’t get a single word to come out.

“you heard me,” his voice firmer now that he’s more sure of himself. “there’s not one thing i wouldn’t do for you. i think about you constantly. i feel your absence in every thing i do alone. you’re my whole world y/n. and i can’t stand the thought of being in anaheim without you. we can live together. it’ll be like one of our sleepovers but forever! so please… let me be your boyfriend.”

you stand frozen, his words sinking in.

when he senses your hesitation, he steps back, rubbing the back of his neck. “i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to dump that on you. you don’t have to say anything. whatever you decide, i’ll be okay with. i don’t want to pressure you.”

before he can pull away completely, you snap out of it. “no!” you blurt out, grabbing one of his hands. “no, beckett. yes. my answer’s yes!”

his eyes widen. “yes to what?! to moving?! to—”

“to everything,” you say, smiling as you’re desperately trying to hold back tears of relief. “yes to being your girlfriend. yes to moving in together. yes to everything.”

for a moment, he just stares at you, stunned. then a grin spreads across his face and he pulls you into a hug even tighter than the one after he was drafted.

“i love you, y/n. you know that?” he whispers into your hair.

you look up at him, your faces inches apart. “i love you too.”

“in a boyfriend way this time, right?” he asks, pulling way back to fully look at your face.

you laugh, shaking your head at him. “yes beckett, in a boyfriend way.”

fun fact: this completely disappeared when i posted it so i turned it into a full fic but right before i posted that, this reappeared bc tumblr hates me! also, y/n is better than me cuz if beckett sennecke asked me to come to anaheim with him, i’m packing my bags up immediately 😭

[terrence-silver]

what would Terry say/do if someone commented on the age gap in his relationship (younger woman)

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Meh, he relishes it, for the most part.

He takes gleeful delight in beloved being mistaken for his daughter, a youthful niece, cousin or protege --- for his granddaughter, even --- or any familial relation intended to be decades younger than him, embusing him with a perverted sort of kick that people, do in fact, wrongly think, upon first glance, he's the aging patriarch of the equation here, only to prove everyone wrong and correct them very charmingly (oozing self-contentment verging on polite sleaziness like he's been waiting for this exact situation all along --- and he has) when he points out he's actually beloved's significant other, enjoying everyone's subdued shock. All the questions they must have. All the gossip that'll surely spring out from this later. Heck, even their judgment and disgust behind his back. People talk about him and he has power over them while they do because he's on their collective minds. The positive and the negative and feedback plus everything in-between --- it is all his and for him. The criticism and the envy. He laps it all up, being the ultimate troll in ways, feeding off of every single reaction he gets with the utmost nonchalance, barely containing laughter, even when the reaction he's faced with is someone feigning indifference, like they don't in fact, care, that there's possibly a thirty year age difference between him and beloved when Terry very well knows they do. Of course they care. Everybody has an opinion, everybody's a critic and he has a rainbow's worth of variety to feed off of where thoughts and conclusions are concerned. The woman on his arm is a diamond and nobody is ever apathetic towards a diamond. If he feels particularly keen, he might even play into being beloved's parent, elderly uncle or grandparent his dear little granddaughter is visiting and not immediately correct people because the game is too fun and tantalizing to pass up, bouncing viewpoints off of himself like so many bullets all while simultaneously feeling himself invigorated by each and every one. It is utter filth too; how all this turns him on and gets him going. He's rich, he's powerful, he's got a young dime on his arm and life's good. Nothing anyone can do about it.

I did mention above, though --- he relishes this situation --- for the most part.

Not everything is as peachy-keen as it seems.

Events like this could very easily damage beloved most --- a person who might not be as phlegmatic where wagging tongues are concerned (mainly because they're probably not a sadist who feeds off of people like an energy vampire) having them branded everything from an opportunist, a fortune seeker, a golddigger or plain and simple --- a slut; notions that could have Terry Silver seeing all shades of red because he cannot control people's opinions and when he doesn't have control, things spiral for him. When people he cares about are harmed, however slightly? He spirals doubly so. He can handle and enjoy comments hurled his way --- but them being hurled beloved's way? Now, that's a different can of worms altogether and now there's suddenly stakes to the game and he itches to dish out disproportionate retribution merely because beloved's perceived. Seen. Thought of. Talked about. Especially if they're talked about in a negative connotation. The urge to hide beloved away, keep them all to himself, shelter them from the talk of the world becomes overwhelming, just like the desire to rip up any naysayers tongue might be as he laughs at their pain, causing Terry to dearly wish he was thirty years younger himself, fueling himself nostalgia and longing for the 'good, old days' and while bubbling up with the yearning to seriously hurt someone. That this were the 80's and he was as young as beloved is now, to shut everyone up, so when he and beloved show up somewhere people would see two individuals in their prime and think to themselves 'Well, these two fit together perfectly.' But, youth's the one thing money cannot buy back and for all of Terry Silver's bravado, too many comments about the age difference between him and beloved might just fill him with a sense of...dare I say...sadness? Melancholy? He isn't exactly happy that he'll die before he can have a full life with beloved or that if he has children with them, he'll probably never watch them grow up. That he won't be around to look after them or beloved. That his time with the love of his life is limited, and that again, he has no say in it. That crap? It doesn't make him happy and he doesn't need constant reminders.

And it's Terry himself, the guy who's encouraged and laughed at these comments the most, who's also, simultaneously most affected by them somewhere down the line too, causing him to cope with the pain in any number of ways; from having severe revenge over the people the talk stemmed from, taking to excessive training, drinking to drown his sorrows, overspending money in order to overcompensate, latching to beloved even harder, or, trying to push her away because what's the point of it all (or perhaps, doing both at the same time) --- you name it. But, in any case --- one wry comment too many could lead to an avalanche of dangerous, destructive tendencies that can affect everyone surrounding Terry and even those not even remotely connected to him, so best beware.

He's not someone to be messed with.

So, it is best to let sleeping dogs lie and not comment too much. Or at all.

[maraudersarethebest1]

*about to start a horror movie*

Y/n, nervously: are you guys sure you wanna watch this? Its supposed to be really scary, I mean Jay might piss himself

Jay: HEY!

Kai, teasing: awwww is Y/n scared of horror movies?

Y/n: NO! I just don't think you guys can handle it

Cole: wait you've fought armies of snakes, stone warriors, robots and even ghosts and you're scared of horror movies? 🤣

Y/n: shut up

Y/n, under her breath: at least I wasn't scared of dragons

Zane: it is unwise to fear something that is not real Y/n

Y/n: I'm not scared!!

Kai: sureeeee

*at the end of the movie*

Y/n: ok that actually wasn't that bad!

Cole: see there was nothing to be afraid of!

*"based on a true story" appears on the screen*

Y/n: uhhhh are you guys OK?

The rest of the ninja hiding under a blanket: yeah were fine not scared at all!

[taintandviolent]

JUST seen that you reblogged the angsty prompts!!! so i’m coming at you with another request - forgive me </3

maybe ‘you scare me’ with kai !!!

warnings: Kai being Kai.... y'know. language. kinda dialogue heavy? maybe? I don't know.

In Kai’s basement, a presidential debate is on in the background, the words blurring together, drowned out by the sound of your own heartbeat, your own pulse throbbing in your head. Feeling dizzy, you stood next to the table, hands hovering over it. Kai waited. Patiently. Too patiently, as though he had all the time in the world – which you knew he didn’t. He acted as though he did and that unsettled you to your core. 

After a shaky breath, you looked from the seat to him and back again. “You scare me.” 

“I know,” he affirmed with a smile. He gestured to the seat across from him. You finally took a seat, knowing that once you put your elbow on that table, pinky out, there was no going back. You hesitated, but Kai urged you down with a nod of his head. 

It was just you two now. No one else in the world. You pulled the chair out, settling into it, with your hands in your lap. Kai’s smile, which had started to fade, generously returned, beaming at you proudly. You’d taken the first step; that was worth celebrating. You’d been honest with him without even taking his pinky… what a champion you were.

“I’m proud of you.” 

With his elbow resting on the table, he extended his pinky towards you. It waited there, like a death sentence. 

“Take it.” A beat. “I said, fucking take it!” 

You tried to steady your hand as you lifted your own pinky to his, curving it around his digit.

“What do you want?” You asked, starting off the questions. 

“I want you to stop being such a weak, pathetic bitch. You’re weak and afraid. Afraid of your own desires.”

You clenched your jaw, setting it hard. You weren’t going to confirm an insult. 

“You think you’re a sly little fox, fooling everyone.” 

You blinked back tears. Now he was getting too close. 

“The reason that I scare you, Y/N, is because I know you.” 

Your lips pursed, hot breath rushing out of your nose. You shook your head. 

He yanked you closer with your pinky, and whispered. “I want nothing but fucking honesty. That’s the whole point of a pinky swear. You’re not that stupid, are you?” 

You shook your head again, slowly. 

“That’s better. Now. I know you very well, and I know what you crave… but why don’t you tell me?”

You swallowed, and ran your tongue along your lips, wetting them as they’d gone dry with anxiety. “You.”

[whiteoakoak]

REBEL MOON from Netflix is soooo good i can't wait for part 2! 💗🫶🏻

Devra is soo hot

[fangirlstorycreator]

What I think each of Thomas Ian Griffiths characters would give you as a nickname 💚

CK Terry Silver: "Sweetheart" obviously 💚

KK3 Terry Silver: Depending on his mood, either "Baby" or "Babygirl" 💚

Jan Valek: I think his nickname for you would be "My treasure" 💚

General Taligaro: "My Darling" or "My Beautiful Muse" 💚

Terry McCain: "Beautiful" or "Honey" 💚

Brandon Miller: I think he would just call you "Sexy" 💚

Cash: I see him calling you "Gorgeous" 💚

And last but not least, our playful boy Max Parish: It goes without saying "Babes!" 💚

[hyukascampfire]

loser kai titty fucking u, yeah i love you for this. hyukascampfireville you know what it is

PAINTED BRUISES AND PAPER WINGS - ⋆⭒˚｡⋆ H.K

》 Kai had one goal. Tutor the most popular girl on campus without getting a boner…

》 𝔱𝔵𝔱 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 & 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢…

pairings » loser tutor!kai x popular cheerleader!fem reader

𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢 » smut » college au

warnings » smut, pwp, tit job, pussy drunk kai, unprotected sex, oral (m rec.), not explicitly mentioned loss of virginity, mention of masturbation, corruption kink, cowgirl, choking (m rec), hickeys, innocent kai, kai wears glasses, reader teaches him how to kiss, slight sub!kai, rushed ending

« 𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔟𝔬𝔞𝔯𝔡 »

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You swing the door open, leaning casually against the frame as if you have all the time in the world. Kai is standing there, clutching his backpack like it’s a lifeline, his glasses slightly askew on his nose. He’s got that deer-in-headlights look, the one that’s half terror and half disbelief, like he’s still trying to convince himself this is actually happening. “Took you long enough,” you say, arching an eyebrow. You’re still in your cheer uniform—not because you forgot to change, but because you know it makes him uncomfortable. The smug smile tugging at your lips deepens when you catch the way his eyes dart to your pom-poms tossed carelessly on the bed and then quickly away, like even looking too long might be a sin. 

“Uh, sorry, I, uh…” He’s already stammering, which you’ll admit is kind of adorable in a pathetic way. His cheeks flush bright red, and you resist the urge to laugh. Barely.

“Relax, Kai, I don’t bite.” You step back, holding the door open wider. “Unless you’re into that of course.” You send him a smirk, one that leaves him flustered. His lips move soundlessly for a second, and you swear he’s about to say something clever, but he just ducks his head and shuffles inside. The door clicks shut behind him, and the room feels smaller somehow, the air charged with a tension that’s equal parts amusing and intriguing. He sets his backpack down on the desk, pulling out a textbook and a neatly organized notebook. Of course he’s the type to have color-coded tabs. You lean against the edge of your bed, arms crossed, watching him like a cat might watch a particularly nervous mouse.

“You always this twitchy, or is it just me?” you ask, tilting your head. 

“I—what?” He looks up, eyes wide behind those thick lenses. 

“You heard me.” You smirk, leaning forward just enough to watch him squirm. “What, do I intimidate you?” His eyes flickered downwards only for a second catching sight of your cleavage spilling over in your cheer top. It was so quick you weren’t entirely sure it even happened. 

“No! I mean, not… really,” he says, but his voice cracks on the last word, and you have to bite your lip to keep from laughing outright. 

“Sure, Kai. Whatever you say.” You push off the bed and stroll over to where he’s awkwardly standing, flipping through his notes like they might suddenly disappear. You pluck the notebook out of his hands before he can react, flipping it open to the first page. “Let’s see what we’ve got here.” 

“Wait, that’s—” He protested, his hand stretched out towards you.

“Oh, my God, is this your handwriting?” you interrupt, holding up the page like it’s a work of art. “It’s so… neat. You’re like a human printer or something.” You teased him. 

“I just like to keep things organized,” he mutters, grabbing for the notebook, but you hold it out of his reach, grinning. 

“Relax, I’m kidding.” You hand it back, and he clutches it to his chest like you’ve just handed him a baby. “Alright, let’s get this over with. What are we working on today? Quadratics? Polynomials? Something else that sounds like a disease?” 

He blinks at you, clearly unsure if you’re serious or not. “Uh, geometry, actually.” His face was tinted red with heat, an adorably shy expression on his face. 

“Great. Geometry. My favorite.” You flop onto your bed, propping yourself up on your elbows. “Alright, Professor Kai, teach me your nerdy ways.” He hesitates, glancing at the desk like he’s debating whether to sit there or risk the empty spot on the bed. You pat the mattress beside you, and his face does that adorable tomato thing again. He eventually perches on the very edge, stiff as a board, and you have to fight the urge to mess with him more. For now, anyway. 

“Okay, so, um,” he starts, opening the textbook to a bookmarked page. “We’ll start with angles.” 

“Lead the way,” you say, grinning. This is going to be fun. Not. 

After about twenty minutes, you’re already bored. Angles, lines, and proofs swirl together into one big mess of blah in your brain. You let out an exaggerated sigh, flopping back onto the bed dramatically. “Kai, this is torture. You’re supposed to be making me smarter, not putting me to sleep.” 

He glances up, startled. “Uh, well, maybe if you focused a little—” He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. 

“Focus is for nerds,” you interrupt, sitting up and fixing him with a teasing grin. “Speaking of which, you’re like, the king of nerds, right? Have you ever even had a girlfriend?” You twirled your hair around your finger intently watching Kai get even more flustered. You’d be lying if you said it wasn’t sexy. 

His face does that adorable flush thing again, and he looks anywhere but at you. “I—I don’t think that’s relevant,” he mutters. 

“Oh my God, you haven’t!” You laugh, clapping your hands together. “That’s so cute.” 

“It’s not—” He pushes his glasses up his nose, clearly flustered. “I’ve just been… busy. With school.” 

“Sure, sure,” you say, scooting closer to him on the bed. “Too busy for girls, huh? You’re missing out, Kai. I bet there’s a whole line of girls just waiting for you to notice them.” He glances at you briefly, and for a second, you think he might actually believe you. Then he shakes his head, a shy smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “I doubt that.” 

“Aw, come on. You’re, like, totally adorable in a dorky way,” you say, poking his arm playfully. “If you ever want tips, I’m available. I could totally turn you into boyfriend material.” 

“Uh, thanks, but I think I’ll pass,” he says, and you can tell he’s trying to sound confident, but the red in his cheeks gives him away. 

“Are you sure? Because I can teach you a lotttt of things.” You drawled the word out with a seductive lit, learning forward on your palms knees laid flat on the bed you both sat on. “Just say the word.” Kai nodded, licking his lips before looking down at the paper in between you two. 

He fumbles with his notebook, flipping back to the page he’d marked. “Uh, we should probably stick with the angles,” he says, his voice a little steadier now. You let him drone on for a few more minutes, but your attention starts to wander again. You catch yourself studying him instead—how his brow furrows when he’s concentrating, the way his glasses slip down his nose and he pushes them back up without even realizing it. It’s… kind of endearing. 

“Hey, Kai,” you interrupt suddenly, making him jump. 

“Uh, yeah?” he says, looking up nervously. 

“What do you even do for fun? Like, do you have hobbies? Or is it just… math and more math?” 

“I, um…” He hesitates, clearly caught off guard. “I like reading. And, uh, video games, sometimes.” 

“Video games? Really?” You sit up, intrigued. “What kind of games? Please don’t say something boring like Sudoku.” 

He actually laughs, which surprises you. “No, not Sudoku. Mostly RPGs. You know, role-playing games?”

“Roleplay, huh. Cute.” You tsk. 

“Yeah i mainly play in my freetime an-” 

“Have you ever kissed a girl?” You asked, your intrusive horny thoughts getting the best of you. 

The poor boy freezes mid-sentence. His eyes go wide, and his mouth opens and closes like a goldfish. “I—what?”

“You heard me,” you say, your grin widening. “Do you know how to kiss? Or is that something else you’ve been ‘too busy’ for?”

“I… I…” His face is a spectacular shade of red now. “That’s not really—why would you even ask that?”

“Because I’m curious,” you reply, resting your chin in your hand as you watch him squirm. “And maybe a little concerned. You’re going to need to know eventually, you know.” 

“I don’t—uh, I mean, it’s not like it’s a priority,” he stammers, looking anywhere but at you. 

You laugh, shaking your head. “Oh, Kai. You’re hopeless. Want me to teach you?” 

His head snaps toward you so fast you’re surprised he doesn’t get whiplash. “W-what?” 

“I’m serious.” You sit up straighter, your expression playful but not unkind. “Consider it part of your ‘cool lessons.’ Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. It’ll be our little secret.” 

“I—I don’t think…” He trails off, clearly torn between mortification and… something else. Curiosity, maybe? 

“Relax,” you say, your tone softer now. “It’s not a big deal. And it’s better to practice with someone who knows what they’re doing than to wing it with a girl you actually like, right?” 

He swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “I… guess that makes sense,” he mumbles. 

“Exactly.” You grin, scooting closer to him. “So, what do you say? You in?” 

He nods almost robotically at you, his face red with heat. You smiled at him and his adorableness. “If at any point you want me to stop, just tell me okay?” 

“Alright.” His chest heaved slightly up and down. His breath was so hot and heavy it started to fog up his glasses. 

In truth, You didn’t plan on this. Not exactly. When you invited Kai over for your usual tutoring session, you didn’t think the lesson would take such a... personal turn. But here you are, sitting cross-legged on your bed, looking down at your awkward, painfully shy tutor as he tries to figure out what to do with his long legs on your bedroom floor. He’s nervous. It's painfully obvious but also you think it’s kind of cute. Kai’s got this whole quiet, scruffy puppy vibe that’s weirdly irresistible, even when he’s rambling about physics equations you’ll never understand. “Okay,” you say, leaning forward and grinning at him. “So, we’re doing this.” 

Kai looks up from where he’s fidgeting with the strings of his hoodie. “Like, actually?” he asks, his voice soft and uncertain, like he’s afraid of the answer. 

“If you want to.” You reassured. You didn't want to make him do something he really didn't want to do. 

“Ok.” He nods again. 

“So you really haven’t kissed anyone?” You asked him. 

“No. Really.” He mumbled. 

“Well,” you say, clapping your hands together. “That’s tragic, and we’re fixing it. Right now.”

Kai stays quiet keeping his eyes glued to the notebook below him. His fingers curl the ends of the papers as a distraction. “Relax,” you say, scooting closer. “It’s just practice. Like studying for a test. You’re good at that, right?” 

“This is not like studying,” he mutters, his eyes darting everywhere but your face.

“It kinda is,” you tease, grinning. “You don’t wanna bomb your first real kiss, do you?”

He groans, his head falling forward so his messy hair hides his face. “This is so embarrassing.” The action sent a bolt of pure adrenaline straight to your core, heat pooling in your stomach. 

“Aww, don’t be like that,” you say, reaching out to nudge his knee. He flinches at the contact, which just makes you smile harder. “You’ve got me, like, the best teacher ever. You’ll be fine.” 

Kai hesitates for a long moment, his fingers twitching nervously against the blanket. Then, finally, he nods. It’s barely a movement, but it’s enough. “Okay,” you say, sitting up a little straighter. “First rule: don’t overthink it. Just lean in slowly, and don’t bump my nose, okay?”

He nods again, his face so red it almost matches the physics textbook on your desk. Taking a deep breath, he leans in, his movements jerky and uncertain. His nose brushes yours, and his glasses bump your forehead, making you giggle. “Hold up,” you say, reaching out to adjust his glasses. Your fingers graze his temple, and he freezes, his breath hitching. “There. Now try again.” Kai swallows hard and leans in once more, this time slower and more deliberate. When his lips finally meet yours, it’s hesitant—soft and shy, like he’s afraid of messing up. But then, something shifts. 

Maybe it’s the way you relax into him, or maybe he’s not as clueless as he seems, but his movements become a little bolder. His hand brushes against yours on the bed, tentative at first, then firmer as his fingers curl around yours. His lips move against yours with surprising tenderness, and for someone who’s never kissed a girl before, he’s… actually pretty good at this. When he pulls back, his glasses are fogged up, and his hair is sticking up on one side from where your hand accidentally ruffled it. He looks at you like he’s not sure if he should apologize or thank you. His lips were red and stained from your lip stink. It was a sight for sore eyes. That was for sure. “Well,” you say, tilting your head and pretending to think. “That was definitely better than I expected.” 

Kai blinks at you, his mouth opening and closing like he’s trying to find words. “It… it was?”

“Uh, yeah,” you say, laughing. “You’ve got, like, natural talent or something.”

His ears turn red, and he looks down at his lap, clearly flustered. “I don’t know about that…” 

“I’m serious.” You say with a cheeky smile. “I’m surprised you’ve never kissed a girl before.” 

Kai doesn’t say anything at first, his gaze fixed on the bed like it’s suddenly the most interesting thing in the world. He’s holding his breath, you realize, like he’s still processing what just happened. You lean back a little, smirking as you nudge his knee with your toes. “Earth to Kai. You good?”

“Y-yeah,” he stammers, pushing his glasses up his nose with shaking fingers. “I’m… I’m fine.”

“Uh-huh,” you say, grinning at how flustered he is. “You sure? You look like you just ran a marathon or something.”

He laughs nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “I just… I didn’t think…”

“Didn’t think what?” you prompt, leaning in a little.

He glances up at you through his lashes, his brown eyes wide and uncertain. Then, so quietly you almost don’t catch it, he says, “Can we… do it again? For practice?” You blink, surprised. For someone who looked like he wanted to crawl under the bed two minutes ago, that’s a pretty bold request. But then you see the way he’s fidgeting, his fingers twisting the hem of his hoodie again, and you realize he’s just as nervous as before—maybe more. 

“You want more practice?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

Kai nods, his cheeks turning pink. “I just… I don’t want to mess it up. You said I was okay, but… I want to get it right.”

You laugh, the sound light and teasing. “Wow, look at you. Mr. Overachiever even when it comes to kissing.”

“I’m serious,” he says quickly, his voice a little firmer than before. “I-I mean… if you don’t mind.” You tilt your head, studying him for a moment. There’s something endearing about how earnest he is, like he’s genuinely trying to learn. And, okay, maybe you’re a little curious to see if he’s as good as you thought.

“Alright,” you say, grinning as you scoot closer. “But you better pay attention, because I’m not giving extra credit.” Kai swallows hard, nodding as you lean in. This time, he doesn’t wait for you to guide him. He closes the distance himself, his movements still hesitant but more deliberate. When his lips meet yours, it’s like he’s more sure of himself—less scared of getting it wrong. His hand brushes against your arm, tentative at first, then bolder as his fingers trail down to your wrist. There’s a softness to his touch, like he’s still afraid of crossing some invisible line, but there’s also something else—a quiet intensity that surprises you. You let out a soft hum of approval, and that seems to encourage him. He leans in closer, his glasses briefly pressing against your cheek before he adjusts. His lips move against yours with more confidence now, and when his hand comes to rest lightly on your waist, your heart skips a beat. 

“Okay,” you murmur against his mouth, pulling back just enough to catch your breath. “That was… definitely an improvement.” 

Kai looks at you, his face flushed and his glasses slightly fogged. “Yeah?” 

“Yeah,” you say, laughing softly as you brush a stray piece of hair from his forehead. “You’re, like, dangerously close to being good at this.” 

He bites his lip, a small, bashful smile creeping onto his face. “Do you think… we could keep practicing? Just, you know, to be sure.” 

You snort, shaking your head. “Wow, you’re really taking this whole ‘study session’ thing seriously, huh?”

Kai shrugs, his smile turning sheepish. “I just… I don’t want to forget what I learned.”

You roll your eyes, but there’s no hiding the grin tugging at your lips. “Fine,” you say, leaning in again. “But if you get too good at this, you’re gonna owe me, like, a hundred bucks in tutoring fees.”

He laughs, the sound soft and a little breathless. “Deal.”

This time, when your lips meet, it’s different. The hesitancy is still there—Kai’s nothing if not cautious—but there’s also a growing confidence in the way his mouth moves against yours. His hand on your waist tightens slightly, pulling you just a little closer, and when his fingers brush against the curve of your hip, you feel a shiver run down your spine. You grabbed his other hand guiding it up to cup your breast over your cheer top. His breath hitches in his throat but his lips do not disconnect from yours. His hand squeezes gently, fondling your breast clumsily. You deepen the kiss, letting your hands slide up to his shoulders. His breath hitches, and for a split second, he freezes, but then he responds, tilting his head to match your movements.

It’s almost funny how natural it feels now, like he’s been hiding this talent the whole time. And maybe he’s still a little clumsy, but there’s something kind of perfect about that—like he’s not just going through the motions, but actually feeling every second of it. His hand falls from your breast down the expanse of your body, like he was taking in every part of you. When you finally break apart, both of you are breathing harder than before. Kai looks dazed, his hair a mess and his glasses slipping down his nose again.

“Well,” you say, sitting back and trying to catch your breath. “That was… definitely better.” Kai sits there for a moment, blinking at you like he’s trying to process what just happened. His lips are slightly parted, still red from the kiss, and his glasses are askew again, but he doesn’t seem to notice. 

You lean back on your hands, smirking at him. “You’re seriously gonna have to stop being so cute when you’re flustered,” you tease. “It’s not fair.”

He ducks his head, his hair falling into his face as he adjusts his glasses with trembling fingers. “I—I’m not…” he starts, but his voice trails off, too shy to finish.

“Not what?” you prod, leaning forward. “Not cute? Hate to break it to you, Kai, but you totally are.”

He groans softly, covering his face with his hands. “You’re just saying that,” he mumbles.

You reach out, tugging his hands away from his face. “Nope,” you say, your voice softer now. “I mean it. You’re adorable.”

Kai looks up at you then, his brown eyes wide and uncertain. There’s something vulnerable about the way he’s looking at you, like he’s trying to figure out if this is real or just some kind of joke. “You okay?” you ask, tilting your head. 

He hesitates, his gaze flickering between your eyes and your lips. His voice is barely audible when he says, “Can we… do that again?”

You laugh, the sound soft and a little breathless. “Practice makes perfect, huh?”

Kai doesn’t laugh this time. Instead, he shakes his head, his cheeks turning pink. “Not… not practice,” he says quietly. “I just… want to.” For a moment, you’re too surprised to say anything. Kai, who practically turned into a human tomato at the idea of kissing you earlier, is asking to do it again—just because. And the way he’s looking at you now, with something like quiet determination beneath all that shyness, makes your heart skip a beat.

“Well,” you say, leaning in slowly, your voice dropping to a whisper. “How can I say no to that?”

This time, there’s no hesitation. Kai leans in, closing the distance between you, and when his lips meet yours, it’s like something clicks. He’s still careful, still soft and tentative, but there’s a new kind of intensity in the way his mouth moves against yours—like he’s finally letting himself want this. You pull away just slightly, your lips hovering over his “Did you like touching me earlier?” Your voice slightly ragged as you brought your own hand up to paw your breast. 

“Yes.” Was all he responded, eyelids heavy with lust. 

“Touch me.” You spoke with assertion bringing his palm up to your breast again. He squeezed lightly causing a small whimper to leave your lips. “Do you like my tits baby?” 

Kai’s nod was almost bobbled as he continued to fondle at your breast. You reattached your lips to his in a tangle of teeth and tongue. Your hands slide up to his shoulders, then into his hair, tugging lightly. He makes a sound in the back of his throat—half a gasp, half a hum—that sends a shiver down your spine. The hand that was on your breast left for only a brief moment before it was up and under your cheer top and his bare hand cupped at your boob under your top. “Wow,” you murmur against his lips, pulling back just enough to catch your breath. “Someone’s getting confident.”

Kai’s face flushes, but he doesn’t look away this time. Instead, he surprises you by leaning back in, capturing your mouth in a kiss that’s deeper, hungrier than before. It’s clumsy in a way that’s still undeniably Kai, but there’s so much raw emotion behind it that you don’t care. Your fingers tighten in his hair as you press closer, your heartbeat thundering in your chest. His glasses are getting in the way again, and you reach up to pull them off, tossing them onto the bed without breaking the kiss. Kai freezes for half a second, like he’s startled, but then he relaxes, his grip on your waist tightening as he pulls you closer. 

You can feel the heat radiating off him, his breathing uneven against your lips. There’s a tension in the air now, something electric that makes your skin tingle and your heart race. “Kai,” you murmur, your voice barely more than a whisper. 

He pulls back just enough to look at you, his face flushed and his eyes darker than you’ve ever seen them. “Is this… okay?” he asks, his voice shaky but earnest. 

You smile, brushing your thumb against his cheek. “More than okay,” you say softly. “Take it off.” You heaved, referring to your cheer top. Kai pulled back a look of bewilderment on his face before he made quick work of lifting your cheer top and exposing your bare chest to his eyes. “You're doing a good job baby boy.” 

He lets out a nervous laugh, his hands still resting on your waist. “I’m just… following your lead.” 

“Well,” you say, leaning in to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “You’re doing a pretty amazing job.” 

Kai’s breath hitches, and for a moment, it feels like the whole world has shrunk down to just the two of you. You’re not thinking about tutoring sessions or practice kisses anymore. All you can think about is him—how warm he is, how his lips feel against yours, and how you never want this moment to end. “Can we keep going?” he whispers, his voice so soft you almost don’t hear it. 

Your heart skips a beat at the vulnerability in his tone, the way he’s looking at you like you’re the only thing that matters. You smile, threading your fingers through his hair again. “Yeah,” you say, your voice just as soft. “We can keep going.” And when he leans in to kiss you again, there’s no hesitation, no awkwardness. 

“You know…” You trailed off separating yourself from his touch. “I can teach you other things too..” 

“R-really?” He stutters out, his eyes flicking back and forth from your face to your chest. 

“Mhm..” You hummed. You pulled back more creating a bit of distance between the two of you. Your finger poked Kai’s broad chest causing him to fall back against the plush pillows of the bed with a huff. 

“How often do you play with yourself Kai?” You asked him, licking your lips. His face turned flushed at the question. 

“Uh-..” He stumbled on the words “Couple-couple times a week.” 

“Yeah?” You hooked the loops of his pants with your fingers slowly pulling them down and around his ankles as he laid almost flat on your bed. “Do you cum?” 

“Y-yeah.” He huffed “A lot.” 

“Good, good.” You hummed. “I’m going to help you. Is that ok?” 

Kai nodded his lips parting as he watched you reach for his boxers next. 

“Since you like my tits so much… I'm going to use them to make you cum.” You yanked his boxers down with one fail swoop. “Then i’m going to fuck you, and as a prize you can cum inside me.” 

Kai’s groan rang free throughout the entire room, his chest heaving up and down in tandem with his quick breaths. “O-ok” With his erection now front and center you brought your lips forward, licking up the expanse of his dick all the way to head before leaving a light kiss on the bright red tip. 

“Oh.” Kai hissed at the small amount of contact. You let a glob of spit form in your mouth spitting out so it landed onto his length with a splatter.

“I need to get it wet.” You said sheepishly, taking his dick in your hands and pumping up and down using your spit as lubricant. Kai was flustered, his chest moving up and down and his face as bright as a tomato. 

You squeezed your breasts together before engulfing his length between them, pushing them up and down on his length creating the perfect pocket for him. 

“Does that feel good, baby boy?” You asked him, moving your tits at a steady pace. Kai didn't respond, his mouth completely agape as he pushed himself onto his elbows to watch you as you worked. 

“I said, does it feel good?” You grit out landing a quick smack to his thigh in an attempt to get him to use his words. He was a mess. 

“Yes!” He hissed “Feels s-so good.” 

“Better than your hand, huh.” You quirked, continuing to move your tits along his length. 

“Y-yes so much better.” His voice carried as a catalyst for you to keep going. His hips stuttered as you moved your tits fast along his length squeezing them together to create a tight hold on his throbbing cock. “Tight” His lips were lined with what looked like a tight lipped smile. You were surprised he was lasting this long for a virgin. You bobbed your head forward licking at his tip that poked out of your tits every once and while. A whine left his lips, high pitched and oh so adorable. 

“Close, baby?” You asked him, continuing your movements on his cock. 

“Mhm.” He mumbled watching where your tits and his cock met. There was no way his eyes were looking away from the sight. He was entranced, looking down at you with big doe eyes. His expression itself was enough to make you near your own end even without being touched. You rubbed your thighs together searching for some semblance of friction. 

“I-i’m going to cum-” Kai whined. He raised off the bed, jerking up creating more friction. “F-uck.” 

“That’s it.” You praised as ropes of his cum landed onto your tits painting them with his spend. “Good job.” You smiled, running your hands up and down his thighs in an attempt to calm him down. 

“You ok?” You asked, as he continued to breathe heavily. His nod was the only confirmation you received. 

“That was way better than my hand has ever been.” He chuckled, plopping down on the mattress. 

“If you thought that was good, wait until you feel how tight my pussy is.” You sent him a playful grin reaching for the hem of your skirt and panties in one, pulling them down until you were completely bare in front of him. Kai sat back up his eyes narrowing in on your body in all it’s naked glory. 

“Holy-” He stuttered, eyes adorably wide. 

“What?” You asked tilting your head playfully “Never seen a naked girl before?” 

“Not in the flesh.” He mumbled with red cheeks. “Only ever in porn.” 

You took it upon yourself to crawl onto the bed stopping just before him. “I assume you don't have any condoms?” 

“No..” He trailed off. 

“That’s ok.” You smiled straddling him. “I’m clean and on the pill.” You ran your hands up and down his shirt covered chest. Sitting fully naked on him, his cock resting on your thigh. You could feel the thump of his heart against his rib cage under your palms. It was cute how nervous he was.

“Are you ready?” You said, lifting his cock in your hand running your fist up and down on him. He gasped at the pleasure of your fist, licking his lips. 

“I’m ready.” He steadied his voice trying to show some dominance. You giggled at him before lifting your hips. You tapped his tip against your entrance before sinking down on him. You gasped slowly, allowing yourself to feel him all the way to the hilt. 

“Fuck.” You cursed. You steadied yourself on his chest, looking down to see him looking up at you. His mouth was slightly agape but no sound had fallen from his lips. His chest rising and falling. “You're big.” You grunted as you finally lifted yourself up, to slam yourself back down. 

“Oh god.” He hissed out. Kai grabbed onto your hips with an almost bruising grip. Moans fell from his lips like a mantra allowing himself to feel the pleasure coursing through his veins. “You feel so…warm.” 

“Touch me.” You pant grabbing his hand and bringing it to where your heat meets his pelvis. “Circle my clit- just like that.” 

Kai’s hips jerked up a surge of pleasure shooting up your spine at the sudden movement. “Oh-” 

“Keep doing that.” You hissed “Keep lifting your hips like that baby.” Your hand wrapped around the base of Kai’s throat squeezing at it. Kai’s hips lifted again, reaching places you didn't even know you could reach. His gasp was heard around the room as you tightened your hold on his neck. 

“I’m close, keep touching me.” You begged moving your hips faster against him. 

“I’m going to cum-” His voice loudly said you wouldn't be surprised if the rooms around you didn't hear. “Keep going.”

You continued your movements on him lifting yourself up and down chasing your high to the very end. 

“I’m-oh fuck.” Your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, jerking your body forward onto his chest. Kai’s gasp was the only thing you heard as you felt his warm ropes of cum fill you to the brim inside of you. 

“Holy fuck.” He breathed, jerking his hips a bit more before stilling inside of you. His hands ran down the expanse of your back as the both of you fought to catch your breath. 

You sat up still inside of him, a smile reaching the corner of your lips. Kai’s eyes were wide as if he was just now realising what the two of you had done. 

“I have to admit..” You trailed off “Out of all my tutors I'd say you’re for sure my favorite.” 

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[dracocheesecake]

Ahem. I just watched all KFP movies and I'm dying for more Kai X reader.

Could you do one where like reader is happening to be at the jade palace because she just happens to be. Could be like the part where Kai takes chi from everyone there and the reader is like 'oh.. Hi?' maybe the reader isn't from the valley of peace! And Kai just kind of decide to take her with him. Cough kidnap cough. And PLEASE DON'T TURN THEM INTO CHI AT THE End. 🥺. Reader slowly starts following for him because big and strong and I'm just rambling at this point. Don't question my sanity. If you can't do, that is fine :p

It's just i have a weird obsession with villains

Oh no you're fine I totally get it XD

Here it is!

General Kai x Fem!Reader: Wrong Place, Wrong Time 

Wrong place, wrong time; You had heard it before, but the meaning behind the phrase had never been so starkly clear to you until now. 

You had fallen asleep in one of the supply closets shortly after you had arrived at the Hall of Heroes. Travel to the Valley of Peace had been rough, and you had only meant to take a quick little nap, alone and undisturbed, so your mind would be sharp enough to get down to some serious study of the many historic kung fu artifacts- but when you awoke, the place was completely deserted, void of anyone, even servants. 

Alright, maybe that should have tipped you off that something wasn’t right. But to be fair, you had been almost completely absorbed by your obsession at the moment, and there was no one to watch you or chastise you for worshipfully touching the artifacts- just a teeeny bit, for further analysis, only- so how could you not take the chance when you had it? 

But then there was shouting from outside, and the place went so strangely dark; an ominous, almost supernatural sort of darkness, not like the candles and burners simply going out; no, this was phosphorescent, eerie and green. It made you feel sick, full of malaise. Quickly you collected yourself- the commotion outside had to mean that someone (a few someones, by the sound) were still present: the Furious Five and Master Shifu. You could go to them and find out what was happening. 

You came close to the doors and knew you would have to find a different mode of escape; it was more than a commotion- it sounded like a full-on battle was going on; but against who? It couldn’t be an army. There would have been many more voices if that were the case, war drums and cries, weapons clashing; but there was only Masters Tigress, Viper, Monkey, and Shifu. They had been the only ones currently at the palace when you had fallen asleep; you remembered that much. 

But there was another voice, a deeper voice you did not recognize- a more menacing voice. 

“Why not? He destroyed mine.” 

The bitterness, the pure hatred behind it, told you all you needed to know, even without hearing the rest of the conversation or seeing the one who spoke. You listened further to the sounds of combat, and knew it wasn’t going well for the Jade Palace. Despite your fear, despite everything, you had to see for certain- not that you could help, but you just at least had to go see with your own eyes, some sort of curiosity demanding you went to confirm your disbelief.

Unnoticed by the combatants (you hoped), you opened the door and rushed onto the portico. Hiding behind one of the wide pillars, you peeked around it to watch the fight in the Master’s Garden- and you immediately gasped in horror at what you saw. Your worst fears were confirmed: the Jade Palace was losing. 

But to whom? You watched the battle, watched as Shifu attacked a hulking figure. It was a bull- a single bull, but…You felt your breath catch in your throat at the mere sight of him: this was no mortal being, you knew immediately.  

No, this was something else. 

He looked demonic, just from the four horns sprouting from his head- like no other bovid you had ever seen before. A hulking figure that exuded raw, evil power. He was the source of the darkness that had come over the world, the source of the green glow of unearthly energy. He swung jade blades from long chains, trying to slice Master Shifu to shreds; but fortunately the red panda was still quick and agile for his age. 

But the Furious Five were not faring well, not against their own. You didn’t know how, it was too horrifying a thought, but your eyes weren't deceived; it seemed Masters Crane and Mantis had been transfigured into jade versions of themselves, and they were attacking the other masters! 

Master Shifu went flying, smacking into the base of the Oogway statue. Tigress managed to get up, rushing to his aid. The bull's eyes glowed green. He lifted a hand that also glowed, beckoning. 

“Bring them to me,” he ordered darkly. 

The jade Crane and Mantis grabbed Masters Monkey and Viper, whisking them towards the bull. You couldn’t look away, transfixed with horror as you watched the bull move his hooves, a flash, and then…

They were gone, and he had new amulets to go along with the collection on his belt. He laughed, a boisterous, fell laugh. Those horrible green eyes were on the remaining Masters. 

You couldn't watch anymore. You had to survive. You ran back into the palace, closing the door behind you and rushing for another escape- or at least a hiding place, should he come looking for you. You couldn’t string your thoughts together, couldn't calm down the rapid pounding of your heart, as if it too were trying to escape the bull. 

A sound- that was all the warning you had. Some impression of the incoming danger forced you down to flatten yourself against the cold polished floors. You threw your arms over your head, whimpering, then screaming as you heard something enormous come crashing through the Jade Palace right above your head. 

Rubble fell over you, but nothing too heavy, by some good fortune. Still, you didn’t rise again for a good while, just in case something else collapsed on top of you, or the bull came; but eventually, the quiet reassured you…and simultaneously, filled you with dread. But you needed to get up, anyway, try to escape. 

You groaned, coughing up dust as you rose again, brushing it off of your clothes. You kept your eyes on your feet for sometime, not wanting to see what had happened- the ruin surrounding you now was already too much to accept. You didn’t need to see the rest, you already knew. You tried to clamber over the ruin, stumbling and tripping as you went- and it only reinforced the facts you couldn’t shield yourself from. 

He had destroyed the Jade Palace. The entire palace. It was rubble. It was gone. 

Your breath came in quick, panicked bursts, and you began to speed through the wreckage without direction- but then you remembered the bull, and fear, ever the teacher, the protector, forced you to slow. To think out your escape. With considerable effort you took control of your lungs, easing your pace to a more steady jog. 

Then you came over the crest of a hill, rounding what remained of the Master’s Garden, and saw him. Instantly terror petrified your body, rooting you to the spot. A breath, two, waiting for your inevitable demise at his hands, to share the fate of the Furious Five and Master Shifu. 

But he wasn’t looking in your direction. By some mercy of the gods of fortune, the bull sat on what remained of the base of Oogway’s statue, gazing at what ruin he had wrought, and so avoided seeing you. You should have taken the opportunity provided by providence to slip away, you knew that- but that conscious knowledge hadn’t been delivered to your feet yet; fear still paralyzed you. 

So having no other choice, you observed him for a minute. You had a good view of him where you stood, a much better view than the slight glimpse you had had from the portico; he had been fighting then, moving around too much for you to really see him. 

He was still a menacing, hulking presence, but now, sitting casually with his forearms draped over his knees, he didn’t seem quite so demonically large as before. A helmet that wasn't of a military fashion from this dynasty sat on his head, giving his heavy brow an even more severe look, even when his expression was relaxed, as now- you didn’t know for certain if he was military, or had belonged to the military: something about his bearing just emanated authority which demanded to be obeyed- only a high-ranking military figure could have that. The rest of his attire, though, wasn’t quite military grade: dirty puttees, brown bracers, and a tattered loincloth. 

The glow had gone from his eyes, so now his expression seemed almost…disappointed, or bored; a conqueror who had laid claim to his prize, only to realize that it was the battle, not the conquest, that made victory sweet. One of his hooves reached up, taking the amulet he had around his neck and stroking it with his thumb. If you hadn’t just witnessed the horrors he had wrought, you almost would have felt bad for him- maybe even gone up to him and asked what’s wrong. 

The thought was sudden, and disturbing. There was no way you would willingly get within fifty miles of him if you could have helped it- so why the thought that you wanted to reassure him? He deserved whatever melancholy he felt, after what he did. Your anguish over the Jade Palace’s destruction broke you out of your paralysis, and you managed to move your foot- and stepped on what felt like a leaf, a soft crunch that seemed horribly loud. 

You let out a slight gasp and looked down. It wasn’t a leaf, but a piece of ancient parchment- possibly the remnants of a scroll that had drifted from the ruins of the Palace. You squinted at it, recognizing in the painting the shape of the bull, and beside him, what looked to be…Master Oogway? Oogway had known him? 

You didn’t have time to contemplate the revelation; you had made too much noise. Your head shot up, gazing in the bull’s direction. His ear twitched, and you tried to duck down to the side of the path, behind a boulder and out of his range of vision- 

Too late. The bull’s glowing green eyes were on you. His eyebrows arched slightly, as if he were somewhat surprised, before his expression flattened back into boredom. You tried to turn and run. 

“Bring her to me,” you heard that rumble behind you, and the next thing you knew, a stone cold, steel grasp was on your wrist. You grunted in pain, then turned and almost screamed when you saw that the jade statue of Master Shifu had you. You tried to twist away, but then it struck you in the ribs. You fell to your knees, breathless and reeling from the pain.

The jade Master Monkey picked you up, and then the jade Master Crane swooped over, snatching you in his talons and dropping you in front of the bull. Your legs reverberated painfully from the impact of landing, but no serious damage was done. You could have ran- if the jade coils of what looked to be Master Viper hadn’t wrapped around you, squeezing your limbs to your sides and strangling the breath from your lungs. You gasped, helpless. 

The yak leaned down more to your level, so that the black tangles of his mane almost curtained you. A pleasant smile was on his face, one that didn’t reflect in those horrible, glowing green eyes- half-lidded, as if this were only an idle chat. From this close, though, you could see a ring of blue surrounding the pupil; it was…lovely, in a way. You never would have noticed, if you hadn’t been so close to him. 

 “Hello, there,” he said. “I thought all of the little Valley people scurried off before I came. Not you?” 

Why did his voice make your spine shiver like this? It had to be fear. You swallowed past the lump in your throat, and tried to choke out some response- a very difficult task, with a jade snake strangling you, and the thumping of your heart. 

“N…No…” 

He tilted his head. “How come?” 

“Fell asleep…i-in-in…cl-closet…no…way…to…” 

You glanced towards the Jade Palace, saw the rubble it now was, and wished you hadn’t. Your gaze quickly returned to him, and you saw he had followed your thoughts. His eyes turned back from the ruins to you, and he smiled. 

“Surprised you managed to survive. Too bad you couldn’t get away unnoticed, though.” 

He chuckled, a deep rumble that sent another one of those strange shivers down your spine. You couldn’t help it, he had some sort of charm you couldn’t describe or reason away. That, and something about his appearance, the slovenly, almost barbaric array, was a little appealing…

You immediately shook off the thoughts. What was wrong with you? There was no way you found this deep voiced, muscular, long haired, strong, powerful, villainous, devilishly charming bovine handsome or anything. 

No. You didn’t. Not at all. It was just fear. After all, you had seen what he had done to the masters. Would that be your fate, too? You watched him, eyes wide, waiting with bated breath for his next move. 

One of his hooves then came up, taking your chin in hand. The blood rushed to your face rather than away from it. 

“Care to tell me what you were doing here, Little Sneak?” He asked. His brows raised archly. “You aren’t one of Oogway’s students, are you? I’m afraid I would have to add you to my collection if you are- nothing personal. At least, not between you and me.” That glint, like the glow of the blades holstered at his hips, flashed in his eyes. 

You swallowed and shook your head. It wasn’t just the jade coils holding you tight that took your breath away, now. He was so close, holding your chin with such gentleness despite the immense strength you knew him capable of…

He nodded. “Alright. Release her.”  

The jade viper uncoiled, and you were able to breathe again. The yak also released you, stepping back. You didn’t stick around to thank him; you turned and started to rush down the path. 

“I didn’t say you were free to go yet,” the bull said sharply, with authority. It made you freeze in place. “Turn around. I’m talking to you.” 

Your body moved as if controlled by his will, slowly rotating on your heel until you were facing him again. You stood where you were, eyes wide, shaking. The severe expression he was wearing eased back into that pleasant smile, the harsh green glow of his eyes dimming.

“That’s better. Now we can discuss what to do with you.” 

He stroked his beard, as if in thought. “Hmmmm…Let’s see…Maybe I will take your chi after all.” 

You felt your heart racing. Your shaking intensified. He cast you a playful grin, one that showed his crooked teeth.

He chuckled. “Or maybe not. But what to do with you? Hmmmm…” 

The bull again pretended to think, stroking his beard. Your eyes shifted around, searching for an exit- but there was none. The entirety of his mountainous bulk blocked the path ahead of you, and the jade masters every other possible escape. You weren’t going to squeeze out of this one easily. 

“Or maybe,” he said, “I could interrogate you for information…But you don’t look like you know very much- not anything useful to me, anyway.” 

He perked up suddenly, clapping his hooves together as if he just had an epiphany. “Oh! I know! I could just…let you go!” 

You couldn’t suppress the reflex that made you look hopeful. He saw it, then burst out laughing. 

“Don’t tell me you fell for that. Nah. Not a chance.” 

He cocked his head to the side, admiring you from the corner of his eye. There was something in that gaze though, something that gleamed in a dangerous way. He had a lazy smile on his muzzle. 

“...You’re cute, for a mortal,” he said softly, appreciatively. “And fun to tease.”

He straightened. Then he chuckled, placing his hooves on his hips, close to his blades. His tone was casual as he spoke. 

“Tell you what,” he said. “I’m not going to take your chi. Wouldn’t be worth it, anyway.” 

The pleasantly lazy smile turned back into a smirk. His voice darkened. “But you’re still coming with me.” 

Your heart leapt into your throat as one of the jade masters- a gorilla, by the looks of it- lifted you and hauled you effortlessly over a shoulder. You grunted, scrambling to try to wriggle free- or at least, get in a slightly more comfortable position. Kai chuckled at your futile attempts, then turned back towards the path. He stretched a little as he walked, and you couldn’t help but admire the view, watching the heavy cords of muscle move under the slate gray fur. Your face was heating up, but you didn’t look away. 

“I don’t know if you overheard my conversation with the Lesser Panda while you were sneaking around, so I’ll explain again. Little Kitten will lead me straight to the panda village,” he said, “and to the Dragon Warrior, too. I’ll take their chi, and then drain every. Single. Panda. There.” 

He stopped in his tracks. The jade gorilla did, too. You were behind him, so you couldn’t see his expression. However, his shoulders started to bounce, and then he burst out into an evil cackle. 

“Then I’ll destroy every last trace of Oogway’s legacy! And then begins The Kai Dynasty!” He let out another evil laugh. Green lightning streaked across the sky, followed by an ominous boom of thunder- whether good timing or some power of his own, you didn’t know. 

You paused, horrified by what you had heard. But then, despite yourself, you piped up: 

“Kai Dynasty?”

He turned to look at you. “What?” 

“...That’s what you’re going to call your evil reign?” 

He furrowed his brow. “Yeah. What’s wrong with it?” 

His tone had been gruff, but there was a slight hesitancy before he spoke, and the way he slumped his shoulders showed that his pride had been wounded. You would have smiled at the absurdity of the entire situation, if it hadn't been so dire. You cleared your throat. 

“Um…No-nothing, it's just a little…cheesy, is all.” 

His eyes flashed, and he narrowed them at you. “How so? You have a better idea?” 

“Well…Maybe the Jade Dynasty?” 

The bovine- Kai, you assumed- glared at you with his strange eyes for a moment in tense silence. Then his posture relaxed again. He chuckled. 

“The Jade Dynasty…I actually like that,” he murmured. That somehow charming, lop-sided smile spread across his face again, along with that strange gleam in his eye- a gleam you were starting to recognize as fondness. “Good idea.” 

Was he starting to like you?...And why were you starting to like him, too? What was wrong with you?

What did you get yourself into? 

[chuluoyi]

✎ unconcealable

- gojo satoru x reader

your boyfriend may not show it, but the six eyes are his burden to bear. you know it firsthand when he falls into your arms for the first time

genre: teen!gojo, fluff, hurt/comfort, flashback and fast-forward to dad!gojo later

note: hello hello i’m alive~ i have this little thing of fluff/comfort pampering in my head throughout my vacation and it’s been a long time since i last wrote about teen!gojo so here it is :D will proofread later when i get the chance!

a part of gojo's love entries

general masterlist

Back in 2006���

“Satoru, move away—”

“Nuh, uh! I’m staying! You’re too soft~”

“Satoru, If Yaga-sensei walks in… he’ll think we’re doing something indecent!”

“Mmm, don't care~”

This is the gym. Anyone could walk in. And yet your boyfriend of three weeks, Gojo Satoru, claimed his place by resting his head on your lap and squeezing his eyes shut so comfortably… like a cat.

You sighed, vexed and almost giving up— and then you noticed just how good-looking he was. Not that you just realized it now, but his long eyelashes, his smooth skin, white hair...

You have snagged a heartthrob. Or at least he could be if it wasn't for his questionable tendencies.

“Satoru, I’m being serious,” you griped, blinking back your pounding heart and starting to get anxious if anyone would see the two of you on the floor, with him over you. “Get up. Now.”

He knitted his brows together. “So stingy... Can’t your dashing boyfriend get five more minutes?”

“No. Up. Now.” You learnt by experience that the more you indulged Satoru, the more you would be inclined to comply as well. So before he dragged you into that hole...

“Hmph! No!”

“I’ll really flip you if you don’t move—!”

And that’s finally when he cracked his eyes open, totally pouting. “So mean! My head is hurting, you know! I just want to rest a bit!”

You were somewhat taken aback by his little outburst but he really got up this time, and then he stalked away, mumbling complaints.

"Some girlfriend you are... so not considerate..." he pursed his lips together, seemingly hurt as he made his way out.

That almost annoyed you greatly, and you were about to retort back when to your shock, he suddenly clutched his head and staggered. "Ahh—"

"Satoru!"

You sprinted to him and caught him as he wobbled, supporting his weight.

"Are you okay? What happened?!" you were so spooked that you went down with him to the floor again. And you immediately pulled him to you when he heaved a shuddering breath.

"I'm okay—" he said in a pant, pressing his eyes together so tightly. "I'm okay, I'm okay! Don't—"

"You're not, you idiot!"

Something with his eyes. It just dawned to you that he didn't wear his sunglasses today, and by instinct, you wrapped your arms around him, pressing him close to your chest.

"Is it hurting badly now?" you worriedly asked, keeping him tight in your embrace. "Do you want me to get you something?"

Contrary to your worries, what Satoru was more focused on was the exponential warmth that enveloped him. He had a migraine for a while there, but you so easily anchored him, making it somehow hurt less.

"You said Yaga-sensei will catch us and think we're having sex," he sullenly accused to hide the sudden blush spreading quickly on his face. "You didn't care about me just a minute ago."

"That's... a minute ago!" you hissed. "Now I'm worried!"

Your response made him smile despite himself. Satoru found comfort in the darkness of being squished against your boobs... perhaps way more than he thought he would.

"Then let me stay like this for a while. I'll be okay in a jiffy, 'kay?"

"Hmm," you hummed, absent-mindedly stroking his soft hair. You started to feel bad for chasing him away earlier, and squeezed him. "Does your head hurt often?"

"Whoa, it's only when I'm like this that you'll touch me so openly," he responded with a mock sigh, and you fought the urge not to roll your eyes. "Poor me."

"Poor you indeed. So answer me, does it, or does it not?"

"Nah, it's just how it is sometimes. Just some side effects of my eyes, you see."

"Why don't you wear your glasses today?"

"...Nanami broke them after I ate his last doughnut."

"You..." you almost giggled, and yet so exasperated at the same time. But the way Satoru squeezed your waist to hug you in return made you spare him.

You two stayed like that for a while, and when the bell rang to indicate the start of the next period, you asked him again. "Are you okay now?"

"Mm-hm, yeah, much better."

"Then let's go back to your class. I'll help you go there."

"Ehh..." But Satoru, ever the stubborn one, just buried his face into you, holding on tight and not letting go at all. "No."

You frowned. "Why—"

"Don't wanna move~ your boobs are just too good..."

"—? What—"

"They're soooo soft. Seems jiggly too? Ah, my pain is healed! Oh! When we get married, will I get to bite them too—"

"Satoru, you!"

Long story short, you two missed the next period just because Satoru nagged you to stay with him... and at the end of it all, the ones who opened the doors to the gym were Nanami and Haibara, who immediately went to report to Yaga and red-faced respectively.

Back to present—

"Time for your teardrops!"

Satoru squeezed the bottle of eyedrops, lining it up with the striking blue eyes of his six-year-old son, an cute little pumpkin who was a carbon copy of him in every way, as he laid his head on his lap.

"Mmngh," his son squirmed as the water made contact with his sensitive eyes, and squeezed both eyes shut as soon as his papa was done.

Having inherited his eyes, the boy had started to feel pain whenever he accidentally overused them. Satoru knew the feeling well, and as much as he tried to humor him, something inside him prickled whenever he saw him getting teary-eyed due to the pain.

"Still stings?" he asked with a frown. "Want to use blindfold cover your eyes, hmm?"

Your son mumbled, "...no."

"What do you want then?"

"...I want mama."

Satoru snorted, pinching his boy's plump cheek fondly. "Same, kiddo. I want mama too."

The little boy cracked his eyes open out of spite. "You always bother her everyday."

"It's not as if you do not but whatever." Satoru pursed his lips as he stared at his boy. "If only I can put those rotting grandpas in elderly home, your mama can be freed from missions."

The kid snuggled close to his lap, seeking comfort, and suddenly, he felt flash of warmth burst inside him, realizing that his little munchkin wanted him to make him feel better.

"Look, I'm not mama, but I can do this too—" he hoisted his son, and hugged him close, hiding his little face into his sturdy chest. "Here you go. Better?"

The little baby that forever connects him to you. Satoru loved his son as much as he loved you.

He had no one to really comfort him in the early days of misusing his eyes— they only told him that it was the price for the greatness he would possess. Until you did. You didn’t speak of power or strength. Each time he suffered from those migraines back then, you would hold him close.

And so, he'd be damned if the same thing happened to his precious son. He wouldn't let him be told that—he would do his best to soothe him, to make him feel safe.

"Tomorrow we're getting kikufuku, yeah?" he said with a smile, patting his son’s back gently. "And ice cream too."

"Mmm... 'kay..." the boy replied. "Papa... sleepy..."

"Then sleep, kid. I'll wake you when mama comes back, yeah?"

You. The baby. The two of you were always the center of his world. As he too drifted off to sleep beside his son, he thought that chasing after you was most definitely the greatest decision he made from that blue spring that would never return in his life.

Epilogue

"I'm home!"

Your mission ended with a bang as you completely obliterated the cursed spirit. You went home with a spring in your steps, thinking that your silly husband and cute son would be waiting for you in this afternoon.

But no one greeted you back, and you found yourself walking to your master bedroom, only to be floored by the sight.

Satoru had dozed off so unguardedly, but he had one protective arm over your son, who was also sleeping. They looked like a pair of twins, and the way your son curled up to your husband melted your heart so much that it brought a wide smile on your face.

Click! Click! You took several photos so you would be able to look at their sleepy state whenever you wanted. But as you marveled at the photographs, suddenly a sneaky hand yanked you—

"Whoa—!"

"Shh, you'll wake him up, mama," Satoru sleepily grinned as he smooched your face. "You took so long, I missed you."

"I finished one day early," you huffed, but then your expression softened as you gazed at your sleeping son. "Seems like both of you are getting along well while I was gone~"

"I fed him mochi and cookies, of course he'll be obedient."

"—! I told you he'll get cavities soon if you don't limit the sweets intake!"

"Oh? Then we just have to have another baby who won't get cavities just as you wish then~"

"That's not how it works! Satoru, you—!"

[lemondragoncheesecake]

Might have something in the works...👀

Kai x Reader: Bull In Rut

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Kai scratched one of his horns against the canyon wall. Some dirt fell, landing in his mane and fur and staining it yellow, but he didn't seem to care. “...I'm not exactly sure how much you know about bulls,” he said.

You furrowed your brow some. “What about bulls?”

Kai paused again. You could almost swear that he seemed embarrassed, though you knew the Jade Slayer had no real sense of shame; the most you could say is he seemed reserved-or rather, reluctant. He glanced away for a moment. Then he released a soft sigh (probably some proverbial “fuck it” in his mind) and turned to look at you again.

“Rut.”

“You're…stuck in a rut?”

Kai snorted. “No, I'm going into rut. Do you know what that means?”

You shook your head. Kai lifted his head, accidentally shedding more dirt onto himself, though he didn't seem to notice. He stepped away from the canyon wall and then began to approach, the bulk of his form looming over you in the tight space. You suddenly felt very, very small as those glowing green eyes pierced through the shadow, pinning you to the wall with its intensity.

“It means that I'm going to go on a lust-driven rampage, and I'm either going to fuck or fight the first thing I see.”

His voice had been low as he said it, almost threatening, though really, that was just Kai trying to make an impression, as always; usually, this wouldn't have worked on you, save the subject gave you cause for silence.

Your mind raced. Kai's eyes searched you for a moment. Then he leaned back, the tension in the air dissipating like smoke in the wind. He snorted again and pushed you gently so that you wobbled a little back, but not enough for you to loose your balance.

“Happy?” He crossed his arms over his chest and raised his brows at you.

[mylossmallmustache]

Hi there! Do you have headcanons what kfp villians smell like?

I love this so much 😭

Tai Lung

Smells like wet ground and strong alcohol

If this was in the modern world/ Today, Man would put on A LOT of body Axe spray or just extremely strong deodorant spray

Lord Shen

Sorta the same as Tai Lung, But just alcohol and cherry blossom perfume

General Kai

Wet grass.

Bonus headcannon: He jumps in muddy puddles like from Peppa Pig or just puddles in the rain while giggling and laughing his ass off

The Chameleon

Yknow those satisfying Chinese asmr incense powder videos you find on TikTok? Yeah she smells like that, And we don't know what it smells like I know! But they 100% smell good

Also smells like tea ☕

Thanks for reading!

[heartsforjh]

random clinginess from beckett

somewhere along the way this turned into a like a hurt/comfort thing? hope you enjoy anyway! 😽

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You’re stood at the sink washing dishes when your boyfriend comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder.

“Hi,” you greet him, smiling softly.

He presses a light kiss to your neck and nuzzles his face into it. “Hi. Do you want to watch a movie?”

Today, you’re getting a much-needed lazy day with Beckett, which doesn’t happen often with his busy hockey schedule.

You nod, scrubbing one of the plates from breakfast. “Yeah, sure! I just have to finish these dishes, okay?”

“Okay. I’ll help you,” he offers, grabbing another sponge and getting to work beside you.

What starts as a simple chore quickly turns into a big soapy mess. Water splashes everywhere as Beckett, of course, flicks suds at you. After a lot of messing around instead of washing dishes and a quick shower, the two of you finally settle on the couch to watch “10 Things I Hate About You”.

Throughout the entire movie, Beckett doesn’t let go of you once. He’s snuggled close behind you, tracing lines up and down your side with his finger, completely at ease for the first time in weeks.

*time skip*

Later, Beckett is taking a nap, while you’ve decided to tackle some laundry. As you’re switching a load from the washer to dryer, you hear footsteps approaching. You turn to find a very tired boyfriend shuffling towards you, hair sticking up in every direction and his eyes still heavy with sleep.

“Babe, will you please come nap with me?” he asks, innocently.

You raise an eyebrow, amused. “Why Beck?”

“Because I want you to,” he says simply, letting out a yawn. “We have a whole day together. I don’t want us to spend it apart.”

Your gaze flickers to the basket of dirty clothes that you have yet to put on. “Can I finish the laundry first?

“Um… no,” he says awkwardly, his sheepish expression making you laugh slightly.

With an exasperated laugh, you hit the start button on the dryer before letting him guide you back to the bedroom, his hand warm in yours.

*time skip*

Once you’re finally lying down, wrapped in the comfort of your shared blanket, Beckett keeps shifting beside you, trying to pull you impossibly closer like he can’t seem to get enough.

You lift your head, studying his face with concern. “Beckett, are you alright?”

“What do you mean? I’m fine. Come here,” he murmurs, tugging you back into his arms.

“No, babe. Why are you being like this?” you press, noticing how restless he seems.

He frowns, his lips pressing into a thin line. “I can’t love on my girlfriend?”

You raise your eyebrows at his dodgy answer, speaking in a firm voice. “I didn’t say that. I just feel like something’s on your mind. You’re never this… clingy, which is definitely not the problem. I would gladly cuddle with you all day if you wanted, but I need to know what’s really going on.”

He lets out a long sigh, his hand absentmindedly brushing over your back. “I don’t know. I guess I’ve just missed you a lot. I feel bad always leaving you here by yourself when I have to go do hockey stuff.”

Your expression softens at his concession. “Aw, Beckett… that’s really sweet of you, but you don’t have to feel bad. I promise I’m okay.”

“I know,” he says, his voice quieter now that he’s getting more vulnerable. “I just don’t like the thought of you being here alone. I want you to know you always have me, even if I’m not here physically.”

Your heart melts at his words, and you lean in to press a soft kiss to his lips. When you pull back, you meet his gaze, his blue eyes no longer sad but full of warmth. “Thank you, Beck. Same goes for you, okay? You always have me.”

He smiles at that, brushing a strand of hair away from your face before wrapping his arms tightly around you. “Good. Because I need you.”

You snuggle closer into his chest, letting the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lull you to sleep. As his breathing evens out, you close your eyes, feeling completely content in his arms.

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