#i don't formally have requests open but i'm currently open to whatever comes my way!

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Hello! Could you maybe write some sfw and nsfw headcanons on what dating Qimir would be like? Like his goofy side mostly? If that’s okay with you. I can’t find anything on your account about requests, so if you don’t take requests, I’m very sorry.

dating merchant!qimir sfw and nsfw headcanons!

sfw headcanons:

qimir isn’t big on pda, but when alone, it’s all fair game

he loves to kiss your skin tenderly, such as your shoulder, the crook of your neck, or the inside of your wrist

qimir always keeps a caring eye on you

“need a refill of your water canister?”

“you should probably sleep early for training in the morning. you know the master doesn’t like it when you’re tired.”

qimir’s usually far from being clingy, and yet, after sex and when he’s drunk is another story

clingy qimir includes nuzzling his nose against your skin like a lovesick puppy, hugging you lots, and saying “i love you” over and over (especially when he’s really drunk, but it's rare)

overall, qimir’s a heavy sleeper, but there are nights where he has intense nightmares or simply can’t sleep

on those nights, he loves to spoon you and hold you close, even if you’re fast asleep

if you ever have any dedicated date nights, qimir’s often late (like he normally is to anything), but he makes it up with a gift, hand holding, and post-dinner affairs...

nsfw headcanons:

foreplay is intimate – lots of kissing and touching

qimir loves to wind you up before sex through fingering or eating you out

qimir’s favourite position is split between missionary and doggy

despite his goofy, timid appearance, he has a more dominant side in bed (but he also won’t say no if you want to ride him)

loves to tease... he’ll spend minutes just rubbing his cock against your wet cunt, and you’ll be begging for him to put it in, but he’ll only do it when he’s content

sometimes likes to dirty talk

“show me how good you are.”

“tell me how it feels.”

qimir is a bit vocal with his moans, especially when you’re on your knees and deepthroat him until his eyes roll

qimir has a bit of a pain kink

he’s a little sensitive with his back from the scar he received as a teenager (he avoids the topic), but he loves it when your nails dig into his shoulders or into his arms, or even when you tug at his hair hard

prefers to thrust deep and hard; if slow, he wants to tease you or to savour the moment

aftercare, as aforementioned, is always soft; he wants to ensure that he never really hurts you at the end of it all

[shiroi---kumo]

( @justaradioguy has a request) ->

It's nighttime again, and much like other nights he's spent here, he is wide awake.

He is creeping through the halls of the Comodeen, searching for Kumo - his room is around here somewhere, he's pretty sure. Chicken leads the way, showing him exactly where he needs to go to find the Misterican. Has the bird wandered over here before?

Kain knocks lightly on the door, determined to tell Kumo something almost unusually significant. He's made up his mind.

"Hi," he greets, leaning on his cane more once the door swings open. "I... I hope I'm not bothering you since it's kinda late, but I wanted to wait until you weren't busy to ask if maybe you'd call me Kain from now on? It's my first name, and... I dunno. I like it, I guess. You don't have to, though."

It's late and for the first time in a while, he's managed to crawl back into the depths of the Comodeen to the room that is allotted just for him. Miss Lyssa isn't here despite her being the only one of present company that he's told where it was. It wasn't like the members of the Comodeen who live here didn't know which room was his though. Someone could have easily directed his present company.

And the look on his face when the door slid open and there stood Herra Fuery with Chicken in tow. It's late and the Misterican had currently lost himself within the space of the new book that he'd been gifted form Miss Lisa for his birthday. He can only assume those beloved twins of his hand let it slip to her. He's curled up under a pile of blankets that have been collected over time with the image of a rainbow of tones peeking out from under the all, resting just over his chest.

"Hi." The Amestrian greets and he's only met with raised brows and the swordsman scooting himself over to make room should the other wish to use it, and then there is a request. A change - a change of address. He wishes for him to address him by his first name instead of the formality of his last.

"Herra Fu - no no you're not bothering me. Please come in." He sounds stopping himself short, as he lays his hand flat palm to his mattress and pats down against it as if to offer a seat. "Are you having trouble sleeping again? My door is always open to you."

Jade eyes drop to the floor, to the small orb of black feathers and he smiles. "You too, Little One. Did you bring him to me because he was upset? Kiitos ystäväni."

Slowly do slender hands work to slip a blue and white bookmark into the tome within them. The cover falls closed and it's moved to rest on his lap. They're surrounded. Unburnt candles and books in multiple different languages. There is a long plush that resembles a dragon laying along the side of bed that is shoved against the wall. The Maken is leaned up against the wall by the head of his bed and there is a circular rug in the center of the floor made of differing shades of blue.

"I will call you whatever you desire me to, Kain. It is your name. You get to decide how you are addressed. Come set with me... and our Little Friend too of course. Please come have a set and tell me what's on your mind.... because your name wasn't the only thing bothering you, was it? You have my ear, what's on your mind?"