these are soooooo I'M GOING TO CRY?????? HELLO??????? i don't even know what to say THESE ARE SO CUTE I MUST FIND WHERE I CAN USE THESE I AM GOING TO USE THEM ALL SOMEHOW
my koi ... i almost declared my undying love for you but thats for another day. i came to say that u remind me of marshadow okie.. doing a deep dive rn because i know Nothing of the franchise but when i saw this cutie i went KOI !!!!!!! though you remind me of brighter colors too :3c i'm sure they will be more i associate with you as i venture through this deepdive but this cutie is making me </333 like zzzkoi could have this cutie as a pet 2 meeee ! hehe i love uuuu ..... not 2 mention u and arle with this baby... i digress
I REMIND YOU OF MARSHADOW :000000 that actually makes me really happy THEY'RE SO CUTE I LOVE THEM i feel like there is suddenly a cutieful little bear in shining armor behind me...... HOW DID YOU KNOWWWWWWW (i had to look behind myself to make sure alsdkfasdflkajsf) AND ZZZKOI + KOICCHINO I WILL CRY ?!!! i am crying xixi you are so sweet and kind there was absolutely no need for you to do this but i appreciate this so much SO SO MUCH I'M IN TEARS /pos
okok i'm on the search for more xixipkmn one second please
WOOLOO SWINUB AND FURRET !! based off xixivibes :3
I LOVE YOU SO BAD AND I AM TREASURING THIS FOREVERRR T-T
nick T-T i am literally i have passed away and my spirit has possessed my laptop so that i can answer this but i am literally so so honored to have received this from you . like firstly i would like to respond to this seriously before i start crashing out but thank you sm wah i am T-T I'M A PUDDLE RN ACTUALLY T-T NICKKKKKKK T-T RNGESUS LOVED ME TEMPORARILY SO THAT I COULD RECEIVE THIS ABSOLUTELY PERFECT KOICCHINO ART I AM IN SHAMBLESSSSSSS
thank you sm nick from the bottom of my heart T-T
INHALES
YOU MADE HER SM BIGGER THAN ME
YOUUUUU MADE HER LOOK AT ME SO LOVINGLY I AM CRASHING OUTTTTTTT SDLKFJWEROWIERSDLKF I AM SLDFKJWEORISDF OH MY GODDDDDDDD the little hearts HER EXPRESSIONNNNNNNN omg you even included ineo's beads as like a collar I AM WOEWEOIJRWOERJSDFKDF I AM BAWLING MY EYES OUT RN
HER TAIL LOOKING LIKE A FISH/MERMAID'S TAIL
NICKKKKKKK YOUR BRAIN IS SO GORGEOUS AND BIG AND WAHHHHHHHHH
THE BLUSHHHHHHHHHHH
this is canon koicchino dynamic HOW DID YOU KNOWWWWW T-T
i am on my KNEEEEESSSSSSSS
i think i've exploded about 100 times already . I KEEP LOOKING AT IT AND MELTING INTO THE GOOPIEST PUDDLE EVERRRRRR
i'm literally smiling so hard and tearing up i am so WAHHHHHHH T-T
ALSO THE TIPS OF OUR EARS THE TIPS OF OUR EARSSSSS AND OUR TAIL AND I AM SO WEROWERJOIERJSDFKSF
deep breaths koi deep breaths
okay
yes i am fine again very very fine SO TOTALLY ABSOLUTELY FINE !!! adlfkajsflaksfdasfk
You knock once, the sound light in the quiet evening. Inside, a game pauses, a chair moves, and then Kenma's soft "Coming," rings out from the other side of the door.
What greets you is not just the soft sight of your boyfriend, but also warmth that rolls out toward you, accompanied by the glow of his electronics, and the smell of instant coffee. His hair is loose tonight, brushing his jaw in pale strands. You lift the plastic bags in your hands with a smile and say, "Dinner. Before you forget to eat again."
"I was going to order later," Kenma replies, but steps aside regardless to make space for you. "Yeah, but you always say that," you begin as you take a step closer to him. "And then you don't."
He doesn't argue. Instead, he leans in and presses a light kiss to your forehead, then nudges you inside.
The screens in the living room illuminate the area, his console half-asleep. You kneel to unpack the food while he clears a space between controllers, laptops and cables. When you hand him a bowl, his fingers brush, and you look at him long enough for his ears to go pink before he looks away.
At dinner, though, everything becomes tranquil again. Body against body, you share warmth just as you share the meal, the comfortable stillness only broken by chopsticks tapping and the muted creak of the radiator.
"You really worked hard this year," you say once you're halfway through your bowl. Kenma looks up, slightly startled... or perhaps caught off-guard. "It's not that serious. It's just work," he responds quietly, humble as ever.
But you are having none of it. "It's a lot, though," you reply with a gentle nudge of your elbow. "Streams, travel, meetings, collabs. You never stop. You deserve to hear you did well."
Kenma glances at your joined hands, his thumb moving gently over your knuckles before he retracts his hand again. "I never know what to say when people tell me things like that."
"You don't have to say anything," you murmur. "Just listen. You did well." A tiny, awkward laugh escapes him then. "I'm really not used to that."
"Then I'll say it until you are. Used to it, I mean," you fire back with almost too much faith in yourself and Kenma.
After eating, he sits on the floor between your knees, absently turning the chopstick wrapper in his fingers. You have already begun to comb your fingers through his hair, and he leans forward automatically to make it easier.
"Your hair is getting long," you note softly, to which a equally as quiet groan follows from the man in front of you. "It's annoying," he confesses, but you just chuckle and press a soft kiss to the nape of his neck. "But you like it when I braid it."
He stays quiet, which is as good as admitting it. So, you gather a section and begin to play with the strands, braiding and shaping the dark strands until they stop bothering his face. Kenma relaxes slowly in return, shoulders dropping, until his head rests lightly against your knee.
"You're going to fall asleep like this," you tease him. But the energy for banter has long since left him. "Maybe. But it's warm over here, with you. How could I not grow tired?" Kenma murmurs these words, but to you they feel just as potent as any love confession vowed into a microphone. You feel your cheeks warm too, but you pretend it's just the radiator, as you allow your fingers to trail down the back of his neck; he shivers once. "Sorry," nothing but a little whisper, to which he shakes his head. "Donβt be. It feels nice."
After a moment, he tilts his head slightly. "Play with me?" He holds out a controller, the smallest smile pulling at his lips. "I'll embarrass myself," you warn, even as you take it. "I'll help," he offers then, a little smirk forming this time.
There's barely any room on the couch, and the second you sit down you end up between his knees, his arms folding naturally around your waist so he can guide your hands on the controller. His breath brushes your shoulder as he asks, "Is this okay?"
"Yeah," you manage. "Just⦠don't laugh when I lose." His quiet chuckle vibrates where his chest meets your back. "I won"t."
Kenma talks you through the controls, voice close to your ear, steady and calm. It"s impossible to focus. Your character misses a jump and falls straight into pixel snow. "Told you," you groan. "You panicked," he quips back as he gives your frame an encouraging squeeze. "Because you were talking right here," you say, tapping your shoulder. Kenma smiles against your skin. "So I'm the problem?"
"Yes."
He hums a tune of agreement at that, before finding his seemingly resolute voice again. "Okay. No talking." Which is most likely why you do better on the next attempt, and when you clear the level he gives your hand a small squeeze before setting the controller aside. The room feels softer now with the game music looping quietly. You turn to say something, but stop when you meet his eyes.
He's watching you in a way that's gentle and a little nervous, like he's thinking too much. "β¦What?" you can't help but ask, too receptive to each other's nervosity that it took hold of you immediately as well.
"Nothing," he mumbles then, while brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "Justβ¦" He pauses again and lets his hand come to cradle the back of your head before leaning in to press a lingering kiss to your forehead. "I'm proud of you, too. You did really well, you always do really well. Thanks for today, it actually feels like a break."
You don't even know how to process it all, feel your cheeks growing too hot for comfort and your heart beating braver than ever. "Y-You should have more days like this," is your immediate conclusion, a little stuttery perhaps, to which Kenma lets out a small laugh. "You sound like Kuro."
"Then he's right." The conviction to your words causes Kenma to hesitate at that, while looking at you with more fondness than one might ever expect to see from Kenma. "I want more of them. With you."
"More Christmas Eves?" you ask, just for the sake of hearing your quiet boyfriend confess. His voice dips a little, the familiar blush you've come to adore returning. "All of them. Any holiday. If you want that."
That's when you shift in his lap, turning to face him, your knees bracing around him. His eyes widen at the closeness before softening. "That's a bit cheesy, Kenma," you whisper. "Don't say things like that unless you mean it."
He breathes a gentle laugh, then murmurs, "But I do. Mean itβ¦" This time there's no hesitation. This time he leans in, and you meet him halfway for a soft kiss, a hesitant kiss; at least at first. But soon you are both sure of not just the kiss, but you, your future together.
When you part, both of you breathe a little unevenly. "See? you whisper against his lips, despite the beautiful blush dusting across your cheeks. "Cheesy."
"Maybe," Kenma hides his face against your neck, not even realising what the brush of his lips over your skin does for you and your pulse. "But still true."
You run your fingers through his hair, and he lets out a small, content sigh. "I want every holiday with you, too," you respond softly as you place a kiss to his temple.
He pulls you closer, arms wrapped tight around you until there's no space left at all. Outside, snow drifts past the glass; inside, it's just the gentle light of the screen, the comforting quiet between you, and a promise that settles in the room.
winter's notes: wahhhhh!!!! koiiiii!!!!!! i hope you could figure out that i am your secret santa by now!! don't ask me how and why, perhaps it was all caused by your incredibly adoring love for kenma that i ended up writing for you guys (and for the first time in my life for kenma). i don't know, something about this felt so right (i hope you and sylus can forgive me). i also hope you could find yourself in this fic. i tried to reflect your the lively spirit i have come to adore so much, mixed with this sweet nervousness i could detect from your answered selfship asks for kenma. i think, you both take care of each other, and grow alongside one another... and i was hoping to embody all that in your christmas present! i adore you very much and i lucked out as well to gave drawn someone who is already such a lovely mutual to me. i hope your holiday season is treating you kindly!!π€
hallo koi >:3 SURELY i will never see the EVIL term βtea baitβ ever again now that you know that there will be DRASTIC consequences >:] so
have you ever thought abt one of the first times kenma goes down on you after youβve both agreed to try somno? i think he wld be hesitant at first, questioning whether you actually meant it was okay for him to touch you during such a vulnerable moment. i mean you look so peaceful lying next to him, how could he disturb you? but when he gets over his initial reluctance he reaches a gentle hand between your thighs, so careful not to wake you. itβs dark and heβs relying solely on the dim light of the moon for guidance. at first he notes how warm you are down there, but when a finger slips underneath your panties, his mouth immediately waters when he feels how wet you are.
he gets impossibly hard impossibly quickly at the realization. youβre so naughty, youβve been wanting this. waiting for it. his dirty girl.
deftly and silently he whisks your underwear off, diving to meet his fingers at the place he now knows you need him most.
cautious golden eyes remain on you face, scanning for any discomfort or indication of stirring. with the coast clear, he runs his thumb along your slit. your thigh twitches ever so slightly but your even breathing spurs him onward. he gives your clit a sweet peck before dipping his tongue down to get a taste. your brows knit slightly, thighs trying to clamp shut and cease that delicious sensation where they meet. in retaliation, kenma pushes both thighs back, instead spreading you further open to guzzle more of your nectar straight from the source.
he ruts against the sheets, giddy from how honest your bodyβs being, even if your sleepy mind wouldnβt be able to fully comprehend what heβs giving youβ¦
oho? so we're going to be like this? okok mrs. tea teajax teataglia...
have you ever thought of pussy inspections with mr. ajax tartaglia? :3 your thighs quivering with anticipation as you lay bare for him? your whines when he spreads your folds apart, cooing at his pretty girl? the way he noses your clit and slips in a finger with no further thought? what about the way his dick throbs at the airy gasps you let out? his finger pumping at a steady pace before he slowly adds a second, his tongue that licks curious long stripes, his other hand on your thigh to keep them open? oh or how about when he suddenly pulls out his fingers, spreading your pussy lips wide again to watch you gape on nothing, blinking so beautifully for him? when he readjusts himself, both hands cradling your thighs as he brings his mouth to your pussy again, using his tongue to fuck you? his breath warm on your skin as he moves himself that matches your panting, your thighs closing onto his head as you twist your fingers into his hair?
are you thinking about it, tea? how good he feels, how well he uses his tongue? it's almost like you can hear his voice chanting, "cum, cum, cum" like a challenge. but you can't finish so quickly and end the spar already... no, you can't. where would the fun be in that? and as you writhe and squirm in his hold, his pace relentless, the heat in the pit of your stomach ebbing and flowing like the tide... it's okay, tea, you can touch yourself. how does it feel to cup your breasts? to pinch and pull at your perking nipples? do you wish it were his hands instead? does your mouth fall open when your body follows instinct, rolling your hips onto his mouth, grinding onto his nose?
don't you think he'd become so pussydrunk from your scent that his eyes begin to glaze over, losing focus? do you think he'd move his hips as well, the image of him fucking into you rewriting his nerves as he becomes overcome with the thought of pleasure? using his pants as some sort of stimulation? adrenaline must be coursing his veins as he feels you tighten, how messy it must get, how desperate.
how do you fall apart for him, tea? what or who do your hands reach for? can you hear his groans as you spasm and shake around him? the way he tries to keep himself inside you like a good puppy who keeps its hold on its toy as it shakes its head? when your shudders subside, do you look at him and see that gleam in his eye? the way his eyes sparkle, the sweat sticking his drenched hair to his skin? his wide smile as he laughs "again, again!"
what about when he pushes you back down, climbing on top of you and caging you below him? when he rubs himself against you, latching his mouth onto your sensitive tit? his eyes that never leave your face, not missing any of your expressions or sounds? he's been waiting so patiently for you, tea, he's been such a good boy, you'll let him put it in right? won't you? you'll let him make you feel so good and full again with his length inside you? you'll let him finish too? he can't cum without your say-so, y'know :(
wait... didn't this start as a pussy inspection? ;3 looks like he has another job to do, to check his handiwork :3
