cw: smut, afab reader, reader has breasts and a vagina, p in v, oral, unprotected sex. 18+ minors pls dni. not proofread
these two are criminally underrated and they’re taking over my life. i’ve fallen HARDDDD for cheng xiaoshi and i don’t wanna get back up.
this is just me purely throwing up my thoughts because i need to let them out 🙂↕️ i need cheng xiaoshi so bad
honorary tag to @sunnyangy who i’m pulling down with me. enjoy some lu content bby 😘
lu guang
lu guang is soft, attentive, and an absolute natural in the bedroom. he makes your pleasure his priority, and he’s more than happy to spoil you.
he’s extremely gifted. he knows every inch of your body, every sweet spot, and never misses a single one.
there’s no rush. he kisses, nips, and sucks on every sensitive spot along your neck until you’re whimpering into his ear. then he moves down, lavishing attention on your chest, making sure every curve gets equal care, before teasing along your torso to the spot that makes your whole body shiver.
once he reaches where you’re desperate for him, he trails kisses and nips along your thighs, driving you wild until you beg for him.
oral king 👑 – lu guang knows how to make you scream using just his mouth (and maybe a finger or two). he teases your clit with slow, deliberate strokes, then sucks and teases while curling a finger inside, hitting the perfect spot over and over until you see stars. then he sits back, sucking his fingers, eyes locked on yours.
dick game strong 🎀 – long, thick, and veiny, with tight, neat balls.
favorite positions? missionary & prone bone.
missionary: he loves watching your face twist in pleasure and how your chest moves with every thrust. he can spend forever exploring you this way.
prone bone: a pillow under your hips, you’re perfectly arched. he starts slow, testing how deep he can go, then eventually pounds into you with relentless stamina until you’re clenching around him and he releases inside you.
condoms? Nah. he loves watching himself spill inside you.
subtle teasing and praise:
“i know, baby. i’ve got you.”
“so wet for me already.. haven’t even started.”
“lift your hips for me, love.”
“mhm, you take me so well, princess.”
aftercare king – lu guang will hold you close, help you clean up, keep you hydrated, and spend the afterglow just wrapped around you. quiet, tender love shows in these moments.
cheng xiaoshi
cheng xiaoshi is messy, emotional, and wildly passionate. he’s impulsive and handsy, but every moment with him is intense and unforgettable.
fast and extremely hands on. he makes out with you sloppily, grinding against you before your clothes are even off. patience isn’t his strong suit.
clingy, vocal, and full of raw emotion. he’s scared of losing you, and he wants you to know exactly how much you mean to him.
“fuck, i love you. love you so much, baby..”
“i need you.. don’t leave me, please.”
body worshipper 👑 – messy, shameless, marking you with bites and kisses anywhere he can. your neck, chest, inner thighs: all littered with hickeys. he wants everyone to know you’re his.
oral devourer 🍽️ – cheng xiaoshi doesn’t finesse; he devours you with abandon. spitting, licking, nipping, fingering, moaning into you until you scream his name.
highly sensitive cock. long, thick, shivering at every touch. gets full body shudders when you clench around him. balls heavy, he loves your hands on them.
favorite positions? cowgirl & doggy.
cowgirl: he feels closest when you ride him, gripping your ass and sinking teeth into your neck and shoulder.
doggy: he loves watching your back arch and your ass bounce as he bottoms out, pounding hard while you moan filthily.
condoms? nah. raw feels better for him, and he loves watching himself spill into you, playing with it if he’s still hard.
cries when he cums.
aftercare king – he pulls you on top, tracing your back, whispering how beautiful you are, how good you make him feel. he cleans you up, makes sure you’re comfortable, and curls up next to you while scrolling through tiktok, sharing every funny video, holding you tight.
in short, cheng xiaoshi bares his entire soul to you through sex, every time.
fluff, f. reader, tw. none | both of you received a separate dare that overlapped in a haunted house completely by chance
cheng xiaoshi was the one who started the dare, purely out of kindness for shanshan's pining for dong yi to progress somewhere. the dare was simple enough — ride the ferris wheel together, just the two of them. after she did, with equal ecstacy and annoyance, she returned the gesture to him.
"i dare you to pull a girl as a haunted house monster".
that's a lot to ask for honestly, but cheng xiaoshi was confident with his look and had too big of an ego for his own good. after bothering a friend who did worked at a haunted house, he dressed himself up as a dracula and got in position. he realised soon enough that frightening people and flirting with them didn't exactly go well together.
after yet another pair of couple, family, and group of girl friends ran past him (scared shitless from the stunt pulled by the monster right before him), he decided that he had to force his way to get through the dare. so he braced himself to stop whichever girl coming his way next.
then, he heard it, a familiar voice, or whimpering to be exact. he left his position to sneak a peek and bumped into... a girl! he was ready to grab her and explained his situation, hoping for some mercy and understanding, but she beat him to it.
"cheng xiaoshi? is that you?".
he mentally kicked himself for not recognising your voice sooner. he had discreetly stared at your pretty face was too many times on campus before to visualise it despite the room's poor visibility. he asked when he heard your sniffing. "are you al-".
"please, can you get me to the end of this place? i'm too scared to be here alone but um, i was dared and i can't refuse", you sounded apologetic, shaken, and desperate all at once that he found no reason to leave you be (not that he had any to begin with). so he eagerly obliged, his own dare forgotten.
you held onto his coat as he led the way and stayed close enough to hide behind him from the monsters along the way. before, he could only dream of having you clinging to him like that. on a different occasion, he would have savoured this moment properly. but you were shaking like a leaf that he made a mental note to speak to whoever was responsible for this dare of yours.
the haunted house passage wasn't long, but your slow and cautious pace made it felt so, and you're more and more tense as you kept going. cheng xiaoshi then racked his brain for idea, eyeing how you're holding on to him.
what if he just carry you out? it'd be a swifter ride. you can bury your face in his chest and cover your ears until you're safely out. he proposed the idea to you, which you bashly agreed to.
a part of him wanted to hold you close like this forever, but they eventually reached the exit door, so you no longer needed to be carried. once he stepped out of the building, he gently yet reluctantly put you down and forced a smile, "it's all good now".
cheng xiaoshi watched as you fidgetted with your fingers as you profusely thanked him, thinking what a real cutie you were.
you caught him off guard when you pressed a quick yet soft kiss on his cheek. "i'll see you around on campus?". then you left before he even get to answer.
his friends, who were waiting for him at the exit was equally dumbfounded as him, "he actually did it?".
── Cheng Xiaoshi won’t stop taking candid photos of you, claiming they capture the "real you." Annoying as it is, the warmth in his gaze—and his pictures—makes it hard to stay mad. Maybe, just maybe, you don’t mind being his favorite subject.
cheng xiaoshi x gn reader. Fluff, no warnings!
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The camera in Cheng Xiaoshi’s hands clicked softly, capturing the moment before you even had a chance to react.
"Hey—!" You turned to glare at him, only to find him grinning behind the camera, tilting his head like an artist admiring his masterpiece.
"What?" he asked innocently, lowering the camera just enough to reveal the mischief twinkling in his eyes. "You looked cute. Had to make sure I saved it forever."
You huffed, crossing your arms. "I wasn’t even ready."
"Exactly! Candid shots are the best. They capture the real you." He wagged a finger, as if schooling you on the art of photography itself. "And the real you is very, very adorable."
You felt heat rise to your face but masked it with an exaggerated sigh. "If you’re gonna keep taking pictures of me, at least let me see them."
Cheng Xiaoshi hummed in thought before flipping the camera around, showing you the tiny screen. To your surprise, the photo wasn’t unflattering at all. It wasn’t one of those awkward, mid-sentence captures that made you want to delete it instantly. Instead, it was… soft. The lighting caught just right, making your features glow naturally. Your expression, though unaware, looked peaceful.
"See?" Cheng Xiaoshi nudged you playfully. "I have an eye for these things."
You glanced at him, skeptical. "You sure you’re not just biased?"
"Maybe," he admitted with a shrug. "But can you blame me?"
The sincerity in his voice caught you off guard. It was always hard to tell when he was joking and when he was being genuine, but this—this felt real.
Before you could find a response, he suddenly turned the camera on himself and leaned in close, pressing his cheek against yours.
"One more for the album!"
The camera clicked.
"You—!"
Too late. The damage was done. He pulled back with a laugh, waving the camera triumphantly
"This one's my favorite," he declared.
You groaned but couldn’t stop the smile tugging at your lips. "You’re ridiculous."
"And you’re stuck with me," he shot back, mirroring the words he always seemed to say. But this time, his voice was softer, the meaning behind it lingering in the air between you.
You sighed in mock defeat. "I suppose I am."
Cheng Xiaoshi beamed, swinging the camera around his neck like a prized possession.
"Good. Because I plan to take a thousand more pictures of you."
you thought it'd be funny to mess with your lover just for the shits and giggles, even though you should've known better when the lover in question is none but vein himself.
w.c: 0.9k
a.n: purely wrote this so i could make my headcanon of vein calling his s/o 'darling' a reality.
fully dressed in his usual, stylish work attire, vein is surprised upon entering the bedroom just to see that you’re… anything but that.
the curtains are still as drawn over the window as they were when he left the room earlier this morning. strings of light pass through the fabric, faint but enough to reveal the mess of hair just barely peeking up from the top of the duvet. it’s more quiet than death ever would be, and he could almost begin to wonder whether you’ve suffocated in your curled up, cramped space, had it not been for the rising and sinking of your figure with each breath you take. he has to stifle a laugh, briefly thinking about how he’s never seen someone sleep so deeply with not a single care for the world.
then again, it’s past one in the afternoon. you have to wake up at some point.
while making his way closer, vein places his signature metal fan on one of the drawers. the same hand that’d been holding onto it settles on top of the sheets, supporting his weight as he leans over your figure. the index finger of the other crooks around the edge of the duvet, carefully pulling it down far enough to reveal your awfully peaceful face.
“isn’t it time you wake up, y/n?” vein hums, rising an eyebrow when you don’t as much as stir even a little. “it’s getting pretty late.” there’s a reaction for once, though nothing more than a short-lived grimace. the next reaction, just a short while later, is an unconscious shiver when you’re exposed to a chill as he pulls the duvet down a bit more.
“darling,” he attempts, pausing to lean closer and place a light kiss to your lips. pulling away, he doesn’t miss the way they slightly pucker for a moment as if chasing after his own. this time, he can’t hold back a quiet laugh despite continuing, “are you perhaps not feeling well?”
“...”
once again, no reaction. and once again, vein leans down for another kiss. “you know i don’t like funny acts like that,” he speaks, softly yet making the reminder clear, “keep this up and you’re going to leave me with no choice.”
“...”
the current freezes for a few seconds, as if to observe whether there’s going to be some sign of further life from you. there’s nothing, and he realizes he’s left with no choice after all; vein dives in again, letting his lips stay locked with yours longer than before; he parts, very briefly, one of his hands finding its way below your back to hold you closer. another kiss, and another, and another.
“how much longer are you going to pretend you’re the sleeping beauty?”
your eyes don’t open but - at last - you crack the smile that’s been threatening to reveal itself for a while now. you feel the linger of another touch to your lips and although you don’t speak, you don’t try to hide the way you respond to it. it drags a low laugh out from your lover.
vein leads his other hand further up, cradling the back of your head - it’s a sweet gesture, but you’re aware it’s also purposely blocking any opportunity for escape as he lands one kiss after another. each is a bit deeper than the previous, and you’re certain he unfortunately doesn’t miss your light flinch upon feeling his tongue swipe across your bottom lip. it continues like that, until you eventually reach the inevitable.
well, vein doesn’t, but you gradually begin to feel out of breath, and maybe you’re soon to be more likely to suffocate than you did earlier, cocooned under the duvet.
you’ve lost count of exactly how many kisses it’s been until instinct abruptly has you slapping his chest in an attempt to give you some air.
“there we go,” he laughs, equally heartedly as proudly. “wasn’t that hard, was it?”
“vein, you’re ruthless!” you laugh back, not bothering fighting back when he helps you sit up. “what if you seriously knocked me out there!”
he responds with a much amused chime, “please, i would never.” still standing on his feet, he reaches to hold your face in the warmth of his hands and looks down at you. although the pride and smugness doesn’t leave his face, his voice falls the slightest bit softer. “you slept a lot, dear. you’re not getting sick, right?”
deeply breathing out, you slightly nestle your face into one of his palms. “nope. i’m just sleepy.”
“oh, is my little darling feeling eepy today?” vein coos and judging by the silly tone of his voice as well as the playful grin he flashes, you know he’s thoroughly entertaining himself by messing with you. in return, you shoot him a glare, although only half-seriously.
“i don’t know where you picked up eepy from, but never say that again,” you grimace and arch your head away from his hold. “get out, i’m getting changed.” he laughs once more, but opts to not disturb you any longer as he turns around on his heels. in the meantime, you kick the duvet off and stand up as well. “gosh, almost thought i'd throw up there.”
“yeah, whatever,” vein sing-songs, curling his arms up in a shrugging manner and picking back the metal fan on his way out, “take your time, morning breath.”
hii can you write liu xiao relationship headcanons? can be his green or red flags or just general hcs🙏
Liu Xiao { Link Click Headcanons }
* Being his lover can have its ups and downs, going from being pushed aside to be bombed with affection and suffocatingly sweet words, simply to make you feel like he's the only one who knows the best for you.
* When it came to his gambling he'd often use you as something he'd sacrifice, smiling with ease with confidence that he would win meaning no harm.
* At rare times he'd open up with no walls and only truth, looking vulnerable giving his heart to the only one who stayed by his side even if he wasn't the best.
* Not very into PDA unless someone was a little interested in whats his, wrapping and arm around your frame with a more possessive motive behind it. Giving the person a sly grin with death lurking behind his eyes.
* At times he would be very focused on the mission of the 3rd season that he will ignore you to get the information he wants, leading from maybe a couple hours to maybe weeks.
*After said being gone he'd come back and hold on to you with sometimes a small kiss on your forehead, giving your sides a tiny squeeze.
* Every now and then he would spoil you with your favorite snacks and flowers with big bouquets of them, a small caffee date to sell the point across.
* Liu can be quiet arrogant meaning he thinks that you should simply stay with him because no one else can treat you the way he believes you deserve.
°~°
A/N: Sorry if its a bit ooc, its been like almost a year since I last watched Link Click so my memory is a bit rusty about him.
Eliciting reactions from Lu Guang was your favorite hobby. The simple sight of his usual stoic face morphing into another facial expression thanks to you actions was so addictive your pupils were blown each time it happened.
Soft yelps when you nipped his cheeks by surprise at random times of the day, light huffs whenever you pulled him in a backhug or his eyes widening when you cupped his face, you loved drinking his reactions.
And at the moment, the simple sight of his brows furrowing and the soft gasps escaping him as you merged into one had you moaning above him. You couldn't help but lean closer, your two naked chests pressed against the other as your blown pupils travelled on his red cheeks and slacked open jaw.
"Is this okay, Lu Guang ?" you murmured. "Do you want me to stop ?"
Panting, he shook his head with a vehemence you have rarely seen in him. For a quick instant, he almost looked as debauched as you were.
"D-Don't stop," he gasped, before gulping. "Please don't. Keep going."
His eyes looked back at you for an instant and, seeing your lovestruck eyes made a whimper came out from the back of his throat. This little noise didn't help your already very excited self. You slowly began to move your hips, his immediately following the rhythm while his hands fisted the sheets. He was so flustered, but his state only worsened when you started to murmur sweet and adoring words into his ear, when you nuzzled your nose against his so warm cheek, your breath fanning his lips. He could feel it, the love you had for him but also the lust. He currently was drowning in an overwhelming symbiosis of both.
"Lu Guang," you murmured so lewdly in his ear as he suddenly grabbed your waist.
His fingers digged into your skin, his hips movements more eager. Your eyes met, his blown pupils matching yours. And then, your name streamed out of his mouth in such a lovey breathy way you felt butterfly flying in your belly.
"Lu Guang."
He gently flipped the both of you over so he could admire you beneath him, and linked your lips in a clumsy kiss, his hips still eagerly dancing against yours. His moans, gasps and whimpers were all swallowed by you when finally, you both reached your peak in a harmony of cries of pleasure. And while his body bursted in an eruption of overwhelming bliss, he lost control of his ability for the first time since he was a child. He saw how attentive you were of him the last twelve hours, and he internally knew you were for a longer time. He saw through your gaze every reaction your eyes captured on his own face, how you paid attention to every shift in his expression, every tremor in his posture.
"Lu Guang."
Your breathy voice anchored him back to the moment. You both panted, your breaths and sweaty foreheads connected, each pair of eyes drowning into the other. A single tear fell off his eyes to drop on your skin and you gladly accepted it.
"I love you," he murmured.
Your lips pouted, your nose scrunching lightly.
"I wanted to say it first," you whined.
"Not this time," he chuckled, burying his face in your shoulder.
