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hxiiraeth · 3 months ago

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“Rain Flower Nights”

Contains his affection story spoilers!!! (Also twisted it around a bit for the work)

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What had transpired throughout your trip in the mountains with Wanshi has gotten you pondering over a lot of things, especially your relationship with the said male Construct. As far as you and everyone else is aware, your relationship with him can be considered as comrades, perhaps even friends, but nobody's seen what you share when nobody else's around, be it during a mission or a casual day out.

The lingering gaze on one another with such intensity one can consider as affection, a not-so-subtle tension between the two of you as you throw flirty and teasing remarks at each other, pressing kisses on the back of your hand, or palm when you least expect it. You could still feel the warmth on your palm that night — he had his lips pressed against your palm as you toyed with his soft locks and caressing his cheek before drifting off to sleep: A bold move, you'd told yourself. This was driving you absolutely insane and worsening the feelings you'd harbor towards him. Would it be unprofessional of you if you confess your feelings to him? Would it cause troubles in your workplace then? You unfortunately do not have answers for such questions. But were you to hold it off any longer, you might go insane.

On the other hand, Wanshi had taken the opportunity to take a short breather before he took you to the Rain Flower festival venue for the day as he'd promised. This is no good, he thought to himself. Your little ministrations towards one another has been... distracting, to say the least. It's been plaguing his mind, and it doesn't help as he's had feelings for you ever since his Hypnos frame, and it's only gotten worse since then. He could feel the tension between the two of you, and it's bothering him. What was only a little flirt and tease back then has turned into something of normal occurrence when you're by yourselves.

He's going against what he used to tell you regarding relationships: that he doesn't have time to pursue such relationships given his line of work. Isn't he exactly doing that, now? Contradicting his words from before. Usually he'd hate to waste his energy pondering on very mundane topics, but such a predicament he and the Commandant are tangled in has him questioning and thinking a lot of things, which of course, will tire him out due to his frame conditions. He too, wonders if it'd be unprofessional of him to date a Commandant; you. Would it get in the way of his work? Perhaps, or perhaps not. Although, being together with you doesn't sound too bad. That's enough pondering. It's time for him to bring you to the festival and allow you to enjoy yourself and what Nanyun has to offer.

When he got back to the clinic to get you, he was greeted by the sight of you adorning a cute dress with a flower pin accompanying said dress, complimenting it nicely. To see you in any other clothings outside of your work suit is a rare sighting, so he vowed to cherish this chance he has with you and ingrain the image into his memory (he'd never admit that to you, but sooner or later you'll find out anyway.)

"Hi, Wanshi!" You greeted him enthusiastically, smiling as you stepped out of the clinic and waving goodbye to Zhongjing before you headed out for the festival. At least you're feeling happy, a small hint of smile appears on his lips. He oughta make sure everything goes well today, to keep you and the people of Nanyun happy. Mostly, you.

"Hello, Commandant. Ready to go?" He asks, to which you eagerly nodded, placing your hand atop his, lacing your fingers together as you both headed towards the festival. One might think you were dating, with how close the two of you are (and how shameless you can be with affections, such as holding each other's hand). Perhaps they aren't wrong. Soon, at least.

Both of you came across Wan and two other children as you walked on the bridge, seeing them carrying a wooden basin filled with water and flower garlands in their hands. You looked at Wanshi, who is looking back at you with a smile, amused by your curiosity and confusion before moving his attention back to the children in front of them.

As if she could read your mind, Wan uttered, "This is for the festival's blessing! We sprinkle the people using the flowers and water to share the blessings with them." An interesting custom, one that you definitely haven't been exposed to.

"But of course, if you're worried about getting your clothes wet, please let us know!" She added. She wouldn't want to dampen anyone's mood because their clothes are wet due to the blessings.

A little sprinkle of water wouldn't really hurt though, you thought to yourself.

"It's okay, Wan! Hit us with the full thing," You assured her, giving her the okay to share the blessings with you and Wanshi. Wan was happy to hear your response. "Okay!"

After she's given you the blessing and handed the flower garlands to the both of you, gifts from the two children that are accompanying her, Wanshi decided to return the gesture to them. "May you all have a good blessing, too," He utters, a gentle smile decorating his face. Wan appeared to be bashful from the gesture, quickly muttering a thank you before setting off elsewhere.

Noticing the warmth enveloping your hand had gone missing, you turned to Wanshi to question him before keeping your lips closed as he gently fastens the flower garland around your wrist.

"It suits you perfectly," he mutters under his breath, that same gentle smile adorning his face as he gazes at you softly. Such a gaze and gentle gestures from the man you're harboring feelings for causes your heart to skip beats and a soft blush decorating your cheeks. "Thank you," You muttered quietly, returning the gesture to him: fastening the other flower garland around his wrist before continuing your walk towards the main venue.

...

You were convinced by the children to join the flower pole competition; where you and other participants will have to compete with each other by climbing the pole that had been coated in oil to get the prizes that sat at the top. The prizes range from chewy candies, wine, meat and more. You're more interested in the candies than anything else, due to you having a sweet tooth.

Before the competition started, Wanshi had reminded you to step down if you're not feeling well, to which you heed his reminder because you wouldn't know if the mushrooms you've had days before could still cause any effects to you. He'll be watching in case there were any injuries or any unforeseen circumstances happening. He'd hate to ruin the fun that the people are having at the moment.

When he'd seen you climb up the pole with ease, he sighs in relief. Perhaps you've already recovered from the poisoning the hallucinogens had caused you, but there was another problem at hand. The pole you were sitting on is apparently toppling over? That didn't seem right.

He jumped off the railings he was sitting on and immediately rushed towards you, holding out his arms to catch you while the people around helped the other researchers who were still under the influence of the hallucinogens they had. Without hesitation, you jumped off the pole and fell into his warm embrace. You know that he'll always be there to catch you, no matter what.

"Are you alright?" He asks, worry laced in his tone as he checks you for any form of injuries. His face was in such close proximity and you can smell his faint scent and it's making you feel dizzy. You squeezed his shoulder as a form of reassurance, muttering, "I'm alright, Wanshi. It's okay." He presses no further questions, moving his gaze towards the poles and the people surrounding the researchers to help them. Perhaps he's not free from his duties after all, he sighs.

"That was very dangerous. How can that pole even fall?" He questions, seemingly frustrated about it but no hint of annoyance or anger was in his voice. It was just a question to understand why and how that happened, but perhaps he wouldn't really get an exact answer.

You shrugged, confused with what had happened as well. Perhaps the pole was a little too old for anyone to be climbing it was your thought.

"Did you see how I got up there tho—" "I saw everything," He answered, a smile forming on his lips as he handed you the flask you had won from climbing the pole. "You won, without a shadow of a doubt, Commandant."

Commandant.. Suddenly, you refuse to hear him call you by that title anymore when you're with him, where you're not surrounded by your co-workers. You wanted him to call you by your name. Is it so bad to hear him call your name for just once?

"Call me by my name, please," The words came out of your mouth before you even realized. Shit. You were too far into your thoughts that you forgot he was still here, holding you in his arms. Wanshi seemed to be taken aback by your request. He wasn't expecting you to be so bold, but maybe a change isn't so bad.

"Of course. Congratulations." He uttered, his tone soft as he called you by your name. The way your name slipping off his tongue sounded so nice, you wish you could hear it more often. The two of you headed back to the clinic with him still carrying you, refusing to put you down until you safely arrive. You could only sigh in defeat, giving into his whims. You're back at the clinic to attend to a few injured researchers before enjoying the night of the festival by yourselves. Maybe you could find the courage to confess then.

...

The music, the laughter of the Nanyun citizens was still audible as the festival goes on late into the night. The atmosphere was more beautiful during the night, with the lights decorating the shops and the streets nicely. You were sitting on top of the railings of a bridge, enjoying the scenery the place has to offer to you, watching the people dance and interact with each other with no worries plaguing their mind. It was a rare occasion to witness, and you were sure to remember and cherish this opportunity you had forever.

As you were admiring what was laid out before your eyes, a white-haired construct silently observing you by your side, a gentle smile adorning his face. His goal was to see you happy and he's glad that he could see it through, despite the ordeal that had happened during the competition.

He admits, observing people can be fun, especially when it's you. From your body movements to your facial features, it's amusing for him to witness. He wishes he could see more of it, with him being the cause of certain reactions coming from you.

"Wanshi?" You called out to him, receiving no response from the male. "Wanshi!" You called out his name a little louder this time, breaking him from his trance. He gave you a questioning look.

"What is it, Commandant?" He asks, yawning. "Were you daydreaming again?" You raised an eyebrow at him, leaning closer to the standing construct.

"Mm, maybe," Ambiguous answer, of course. You're curious to know what it is, though. Perhaps you could prod him more into sharing it with you.

"What's it about?" His gaze fell onto you momentarily before moving his eyes towards the festival that is slowly coming to its end. Maybe it's time he brings up his feelings towards you. It was a scary thought, but he's promised himself he won't hesitate on what he has decided on.

"You." Your eyes widened at his answer. You? Is this another one of his flirty remarks? Another joke you're supposed to go along with?

"Me..?" You muttered, still utterly speechless with what he's said. He nods, his eyes meeting yours with a certain intensity only you could return.

"Yes, you. The one who's been plaguing my mind from the very first time we worked together, until now."

The first time you met: It was during the time where you had received the news of the Red tide fluctuating and a certain creature that has caused it, the Siren. Wanshi was tasked to accompany you during that mission, and you've grown closer ever since.

"You, the one who caused my heart to beat fast when you're around me, making me question my feelings towards you," He continued, bringing your hand to his lips, kissing it gently.

"It's about time I become honest with my feelings, (Name). I love you," He confessed, gaze never faltering as he looks at you with the same intensity. You notice a faint blush on his cheeks under the moonlight. This was no game nor a dream, you thought to yourself. It is real. All of what's happening right in front of you, is real.

You couldn't speak, your throat was dry, your heart feeling as if it was going to jump out of your chest with how fast it's beating. You reached out your hands to cup his cheeks, gently caressing them as you leaned closer. He, too, leans closer until there was no gap left between you, pressing your lips onto his in a soft, feathery kiss. It was short, too short for his liking, so he pulls you in for another, this time with more fervor, more passion.

Screw what others would say about you and him. You were elated to share this moment with the person you love most, to bare your feelings to him. Just the two of you, accompanied by the fireworks and moonlight shining its light over you.

#pgr wanshi x reader #pgr x reader #wanshi x reader #punishing gray raven #punishing gray raven x reader

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whisperiin · 11 months ago

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honestly, i can't believe his non-sfx coating is free t-t, Gojo glasses do things to me

okay, so, if i remember correctly, my request was about Commandant proposing to Wanshi, knee deep in Red Tide, "we know each other only a few hours and i'm delirious, but i know what i whant, when i see it"-style, during Echo Aria chapter

thank you in advance, and i think your writing still on point, glad you're back .)

ahh i'm so embarrassed i'm sorry!!!! i had two wanshi rqs in my inbox so i wasn't sure which one you meant... this time i wrote the correct one!! i hope you enjoy!!

honestly i'm sooo glad his coating is free... and he's free too? kurogames is spoiling us. i kneel... now we just wait for lucid dreamer gacha skin in a million years.......

marriage proposal ft. wanshi (and the red tide)

content warnings: none

To say WANSHI is surprised would be the understatement of the century — his eyes widen, his mouth hangs a little agape, and his cheeks growing warm. Ah, he thinks, more than a little bewildered, maybe the exertion is getting to him. But he blinks once, twice, and still sees you down on one knee, the Red Tide lapping dangerously close to your shoes.

He’s quick to mumble an apology, his gaze shifting away from you. Neither of you are exactly in the position to answer that question, will you marry me, properly, after all. Wanshi might even look you over for a second — maybe you’ve gotten injured and started growing delirious? He’s sure Lee would kill him if anything happened to you under his watch.

And, if he’s being honest, he doesn’t want anything bad to happen to you, either — his gaze keeps getting drawn back to you during the rest of the mission, making sure you’re still behind him, making sure nothing sneaks up on you… Not just because of your proposal, of course, but he can’t deny the way it lingers a little in the back of his mind for the rest of the day.

It’s not until you’re both back on Babylonia that he finally gives you an answer... of a sort. He tucks away the latest of many gifts you just handed him — the staff members in the room seem to whisper amongst themselves when he mentions running out of space in his sleeping pod for them, how odd… — a small smile tugging at his lips as he recalls it. Commandant, he’ll begin, taking in every detail of your face, you didn’t ask anyone else that question, did you?

It’s a bit early to get married, he thinks — but if it’s anything like this, his cheeks growing warm as he regards you, your eyes widening as he rubs grime off your face with his thumb — maybe, if you give him some time, he’ll be the one asking you to marry him, instead. For now, just your company is enough.

(Still, though, he kind of likes how it sounds calling himself your husband.)

#pgr x reader #punishing gray raven x reader #pgr #punishing gray raven #pgr wanshi x reader #wanshi x reader #bee.writes

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empty-fantasies · 1 year ago

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Cherished Dreams

in which commandment wonders if constructs dream—so, why not ask a certain construct who adores resting in the most inconspicuous places?

Character(s) Included: Wanshi

gn!reader/commandment, slight fluff, once again no plot; just merely indulging in random thoughts

An envious sight, really.

Commandment, with their human body which could not escape the grasp of fatigue and ache that accumulated over many missions, could only stare down at the slumbering construct beside them. An envious sight, really, for despite how uncomfortable his position may seem, commandment could only silently mourn for some well needed rest.

A gentle hand threaded through soft curls, curiously and unfamiliar for it was the same hand used to make the decisive move on the field. A tired gaze, having seen tragedy after tragedy, witnessing every rise and every fall of many battles, softened slightly at the slumbering sight of Wanshi. To drift off into dreamland so easily, they thought, a well deserved rest after a long mission.

The construct, though his lethargic nature remained deceptive to many, was always very much aware of his surroundings. Perceptive, like a hawk who never misses his mark. A hand reached up, slowly grasping the human wrist that flinched ever so slightly from his action. A soft stutter in the otherwise steady rhythm pulsated underneath his fingertips, perhaps out of instinct and mere shock though he simply chose not to comment on it. They remained there, however, as he peeled one eye open.

“Wanshi?” Commandment questioned, “How long have you been awake?”

A muffled groan, one merely acknowledging and contemplating whether or not to entertain right at this moment. Since you’ve entered the lounge, wanshi wanted to answer. It was habitual for such a light sleeper like him to be aware of the tiniest of noises that echo from nearby. Though he may have moved if it had been chrome or kamui who walked in. Perhaps luck was on his side today.

“Too long,” he murmured with a yawn.

Commandment could only remain silent as they mulled over their next response, having realized that they may have woken the construct the moment they stepped into the lounge. Truthfully speaking, they were simply pondering a silly question—or, at least one in which they felt was rather out of character for them to entertain given their position. Still, that did not distract them from the icy, metal fingers still wrapped around their wrist (albeit rather loosely). Quickly as they were able to calm their heart down, such a gesture had easily riled their heart for a split second. Nevertheless, they were a bit too slow to humor the strike hawk member.

“You look tired.” An observation that brought back commandment’s earlier thoughts of misery and reminded them of the reason why they chose to sneak into this supposedly empty lounge in the first place.

“That I am,” Commandment sighed out in defeat. There was no use in hiding it, anyway. If it weren’t some passing construct, then it surely would be one of the gray ravens to note how worn down their commandment looks right now. Yet, they would rather not focus on that—a moment of respite like this was rare for them and one that they would love to indulge for as long as time permitted.

“Wanshi,” Commandment began, “do constructs dream?”

Wanshi hummed, pondering the question as he closed his eyes once more. Dreams were rather an abstract thing to constructs. Vivid images that plague the m.i.n.d. one way or another would invade any construct sooner or later. For while their shell is but metal and circuits, they were all still susceptible to the mental fatigue that threatened to swallow every soldier eventually. The question itself reminded him of a time he passed on an old dreamcatcher to Commandment—a sentimental object he treasured once before. a comforting reminder that there will be something there to capture the nightmare-ish images of tragedy and the chaotic memories of bygone days centered in the star of life.

Wanshi opened his eyes. His hand had let go of commandment’s own a while ago. “They do, of course,” he replied bluntly. He shuffled slightly before he pushed himself up to a sitting position. An unusual sensation stirred in his chest, as if mimicking a heavy heart attempting to let go of some deep seeded burden that nearly snapped its wire-like strings. Constructs were shells of metal and circuits; a vessel created with the intent to be a beacon of hope in the fight against the punishing virus.

“But, with you here, I’m afraid that this is all merely one long dream that I’ll wake up from the moment you leave my side.”

Maybe, in the eyes of Wanshi, constructs were silent protectors of their human life. A basin of memories that feed into these so-called dreams that he still cherishes deeply even if he may not be so open to say so himself.

#wanshi x reader #pgr x reader #punishing gray raven x reader #punishing gray raven #punishing gray raven wanshi #punishing gray raven fanfic #again totally sane about wanshi —sincerely a sane wanshi main

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starryficsfinishwen · 2 years ago

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✧!。◟[kinktober 2023] ɪɴᴛᴏ ɪᴛ — PGR & GI x reader [week 1]

I'm getting way too deep, I'm fucking into it

a.n. - I'm busy with midterms buT YOLO IM WRITING LMAO I just can't miss this event. I mean it's probably still October 7 somewhere hehe. updates on this might be jumpy, I am not sure if I am available all the time. TANKS and enjoy enjoy~

pairings - strike hawk [Chrome, Wanshi, Kamui, Camu]+ liyue [Zhongli, Baizhu] & sumeru [Tighnari] men x fem!reader (separate!)

word count(s) - mostly 400-1,000 words heuheue

kinktober masterlist

warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. NSFW THEMES: desk sex, asphyxia (reader is wearing a collar), threesome (mmf), somnophilia, bondage, oral sex (cunnilingus), aphrodisiac, anal. Some sprinkles of degradation. Use of pet names (darling, little girl, good girl, dearest, dear) and degradation (slut). reader is implied virgin (zhongli, baizhu). sometimes bratty (tighnari). some dubcon (baizhu).

special mention: banner credits to @/rookthorneartistry, @/cafekitsune

! — Chrome: Glory [ desk sex ]

“Fuck,” the creak of the office desk is the response, a muffled whine spewing out of your lips, “you feel so good, Commandant.”

Messy but so goddamn good — a few words to describe your situation right now: paperwork, probably important, are under you but you couldn't care less, not when your beloved's cock is busy splitting your poor little pussy. His gloved hand is on your drooling mouth, desperate not to let any lewd noises be heard from the outside. Your legs are trembling, from the pressure and force Chrome had been putting since minutes ago, lazily hung on his shoulders. You can feel yourself gushing now, a frothy white crowning at the base, dripping onto the expensive wood, but when your hips flush against the captain's, you forget everything but Chrome and his name.

“Mmph-” you called out, tears escaping your eyes, “y-you feel so good, Ch-Chrome, more please, please.”

Quiet is a funny word, especially — especially — when the revered Strike Hawk captain Chrome is busy railing you on the desk of Mr. Smith.

How did this happen? You can't remember now. All you can remember is being invited to the Smit's estate, sitting prettily for Chrome as he does his father's paperwork, but now -

Chrome leaned down close to your shoulders, teeth grazing your clavicle. As the relentless pace in your pussy is hard, you felt his gloved hand rub your neglected clit, jolting you from the surge of pleasure, a louder moan from your lips. Chrome bites down on your neck, a strangled sigh escaped his own mouth.

“So naughty,” he whispered, gently licking the bite mark, “I told you to keep quiet. Do you want the maids to know that the Gray Raven Commandant is under me?”

That didn't help, blinding pleasure already fogging your brain. You can't help it, not when his cock is hitting all the right spots, his fingers rubbing slowly on your clit, your orgasm teetering dangerously close now.

“I wonder; what would be Father's reaction, hm? When his beloved son is fucking a human commandant on his own work table? While everyone is outside of this room?”

“C-Chrome-!” You cried out, and he groaned. “M-Mr. Smith will-”

“-Fuck, you're squeezing me so good.” Eyes closed, he leaned up until your foreheads touched. Stealing a quick kiss on your lips, a small smile graces Chrome's lips. “That's my commandant; I'll let you cum soon. Just...let me fuck you like this more.”

! — Kamui: Tenebrion & Camu: Crocotta [ asphyxiation + threesome ]

The collar was tight, but it felt good on your neck. No, it felt great — the pressure on your neck as dark gloves tugged on the chain, and Camu's hips harshly thrusted on your pussy.

“Hah, what a slut you are.” Camu groaned, feeling your pussy flutter around his big dick, “should've known that you like being treated like a dog, a fucking dog in heat, too.”

What an innocent tease you were, somehow turned into a dog. You moan at Camu's words, desperately grinding on his hips. Your legs shake, and your hands try to balance yourself on top of him, fingers holding onto his shoulders.

“C-Camu,” you slurred, “y-your d-dick feels so good.”

“I hope you haven't forgotten your safe word, darling,” feeling foreign hands cup your breasts, you whined at the cold pressure there.

“Fuck off, Kamui,” Camu growled, tugging on your chain (making you moan again), “I'm busy with her right now.”

“You should share her with me, Camu,” Sheepishly grinning, his fingers languidly playing with your perky nipples, his voice drops, “besides, it's not like she has one hole.”

“Isn't that right, commandant?” Kamui whispered, tongue licking below your ear, causing you to shiver.

You want to say a word, but you already felt something hard nudging at the entrance of your ass. Unconsciously complying with the man behind you, you leaned forward and closer to Camu's chest. When you felt Kamui's dick penetrate your asshole, a handful of wanton babbles left your lips, saliva dripping and onto Camu.

“Atta girl,” Kamui coons, before slapping your ass, “such a good girl.”

You felt so fucking full now — Kamui and Camu's cocks somehow filling you up to the brim, even more than you've ever felt your whole mortal life. You babbled their names now, hips grinding to wherever to chase your high.

“Kamui, Camu...please...fuck me more...”

“She's mine.” Camu scowled, “she's my fucktoy. Look how cockdrunk she is now.”

Kamui smiled, despite feeling the tightness of your ass, graciously taking the chain from Camu. Harshly, he tugged on your chain, your body weakly thrown onto his chest.

“Let's see whose name she'll be screaming after this.”

! — Wanshi: Hypnos [ somnophilia ]

There's something about sneaking into the commandant's room at night that interests him.

By him, it's Wanshi. Although you've both established that he's allowed to enter your room whenever he wants, especially now that you're sick (“I'm sick,” you told him once during your patrols, a sweet pout on your lips as you sniffled, “you should come and visit my room.”), it almost felt like a sin at this point.

He's by the edge of your bed, watching the steady rise and fall of your chest. His pride may hate to admit it, but the way you're situated on the bed— sprawled out, breasts nearly spilling out of your tank top, legs wrapped tightly around a pillow — he can't help but think about something sinful.

What would your face look like under him? When are his hands playing with your breasts? Would your legs wrap around him like that when he's railing you?

The next thing he knew, he's sitting dangerously close to you. His pants feel awfully tight even. In the dark, he sees the outline of your chest better, the dip of your hips, and the sinful thoughts of somehow corrupting you are brighter than ever.

Slowly, Wanshi touched your breasts. Seeing as your nipples started to poke out, he gently massaged everywhere but there. You'd sometimes stir in your sleep, soft sounds from your lips, but Wanshi lives off the thrill;

Who knew you'd look so pretty with your guard down while he's touching you like this? Vulnerable. Sensitive. Pliant. Beautiful.

It doesn't take long before he ventures down to your nether regions. Constructs have heightened sense; Wanshi is no exception, and he could practically smell your arousal.

Dragging your shorts down, he unconsciously grinds his hard dick on the bed, as he sees some of your essence stick to your underwear. Prying your legs open, he felt like Pavlov's dog — your pussy dripping making him drool. Christmas might've come early now; without hesitation, he dips down to lick a long stripe over your slit. You stirred once more, a soft moan escaping your lips. He's relentless— kitten licks to your wet pussy, sucking on your bud. It could be driving you mad, but it's definitely making him hornier. Forget Christmas, he's the one coming soon.

Quickly unzipping his pants, he thrusted his hard cock swiftly into your aching hole. Both of you heaved a low moan, with Wanshi believing you must have woken up. But other than the tremble of your pussy, you were still sound asleep. Wanshi could feel his dick throb — this was too perfect.

He ruts his hips onto your sleeping figure, grabbing whatever skin he could reach. He could drown in this moment and regret nothing; as long as he felt your tight walls clamp on him like a vice, your face still contorting in pleasure even as you sleep through him fucking you.

Fucking into you greedily, somewhere in between, he heard you call out his name with a confused and doe-eyed look on your face. “Wanshi?”

It's too late to back down. Looking into your eyes as he grunted, a few seconds away from painting your walls white, “Good morning, Commandant. I'm just about to give you your medicine.”

! — Zhongli: Vago Mundo [ bondage + sensory deprivation ]

“Little girl,” your master coos, “You've been nothing but kind to me.”

With a butterfly kiss on your shoulder, Zhongli ties the last rope on your wrists above your head. You look at him, your master, blindingly trusting him as he steps back.

You are naked in front of him; tied wrist above your head, legs tied to the bedpost. Although shy, your willingness to please your master overtakes such behavior. Zhongli's smile never left his face. His fingers touched your chin, tipping it to meet his face.

“Mhm,” you curtly nodded, “my master takes care of me well. He's the one who is kind to me.”

“Say nothing more,” golden eyes glowed as a stray hand caressed your stomach, “After tonight, you will be mine forevermore.”

His voice only makes your tummy flutter a thousand butterflies. From his suit, he pulls out a red handkerchief, “what is your safe word again, little girl?”

“Red,” you inhaled sharply, as he started to cover your eyes with the handkerchief, “Master, will it...hurt?”

“Worry not, little one.” He kisses the shell of your ear once he's done tying the knot at the back of your head, “I will be sure to be gentle with you. If it gets overwhelming, use the safe word. Understood?”

Although blind, your trust in the man is incomparable. “Understood, master.”

“Good girl,” your mind tries to comprehend as lithe fingers start to trace from your shoulders to the dip of your chest, “let me see how much of a good girl you are for me.”

Tingles of fire in the wake of his touch. Your mind doesn't cooperate now, even as you feel his hand put a light pressure on your thighs.

“Pretty,” your master comments, inhaling your scent, “what a pliant little girl you are.”

You feel it, a long, slender finger brushing that part of you that you've never touched before. You gasped from his touch, yet unable to close your legs from the ropes he tied on you. “I-I'm sorry for being loud, master...”

“I would much rather have you be loud than be silent, dearest,” Zhongli's voice is a sultry comfort, loudly close enough that you felt the vibrations close to your throbbing pussy, “mm, archons, you are already drenched.”

“I-Is it bad, master?”

“No.” He said nothing more, only his fingers dipping experimentally and drawing slow, slow circles down there, “This is perfect.”

A surprised whine poured out of your lips, as you felt his finger slip inside your wet hole, fast and already filling the gap in between you. “M-Master Zhongli-!”

“Yes, dear, fuck,” it's the first time you've heard your master swear, that it made you throb down there, “mm, did that turn you on?”

“I-I-”

“Does your master being vulgar to his little girl turn you on?” You cried out as he started to thrust his slender fingers, “seems like you do.”

The flat of his palm rests and rubs on your clit, your tummy feeling so warm and shaking. “M-Master, i-it feels so...good...but why do I feel like s-something is coming out...!”

“That's alright, little girl,” his fingers assaulting your little pussy starts to be more ruthless, a finger slipping inside, “it means you're doing a good- fuck - job for me.”

A waterfall of moans escapes your lips, tears prickling your blindfolded eyes. “M-Master Zhongli...!”

When his fingers curved inside of you, they hit a particular soft spot that somehow made you see stars in the midst of your blindness. With a loud cry of his name, you crumbled in his fingers, something liquid squirting out of you. Zhongli fucks you through your first orgasm of the night, your squirt coating his drenched fingers, coaxing whatever you had left.

Heavy sighs and breathing filled the room. Your shaking figure, in the dimly lit room, and Zhongli thinks you're the prettiest he's ever seen in his entire lifetime.

“M-Master,”

“Good girl,” he coos, bringing his coated fingers to his mouth to taste your sweet essence, “I think you can take one more, hm?”

! — Baizhu: Beyond Mortality [ oral sex: cunnilingus ]

“Please open your legs,” said the timid doctor of Bubu Pharmacy, “I need to check what the problem is.”

Under the careful gaze of Baizhu, you shyly parted your legs. You were sitting on the patient bed of the back room of the pharmacy. You forgot to wear your underwear, seemingly noticeable as you were in a rush to your appointment with the doctor. Expecting a female doctor to attend to your needs, you were in for a surprise as the famed doctor himself was the one facing you instead.

His snake-like amber eyes carefully eyed your exposed cunt. It made you want to cover them, but his strong grip made you open your legs wider.

“Is...” you gulped, looking away as you felt his intense stare down there, “...is there a problem?”

“Hm,” it seems hard to decipher the emotions on his face. “It's quite complicated.”

Trying to take the awkwardness away, you coughed. Looking around, you somehow noticed the empty space on his shoulders, unaccustomed to the snake that always accompanied the doctor.

“Doctor Baizhu,” you spoke, voice cracking, “where is the little snake on your neck?”

“Ah, Changshang is not around yet.” He flashed a sweet smile to you, slightly calming your anxiety, “I let her sleep in for now. Worry not, fortunately your symptoms are fairly easy to fix.”

“Really?” You sighed in relief, somehow the mental counting of your expected expenses lessening, “can I ask what's it about?”

“However, I'd still like to be sure so I can give a proper diagnosis. May I...touch you?”

You nodded easily. Fairly easily, it's almost as if you were expecting so. Noticing your behavior, you shook your head and nodded slowly again. “I- um, of course, Doctor Baizhu.”

He dipped two of his fingers into a container close to him, a sticky, slime-like fluid coating his fingers. You stared at his ministration, almost as if in a trance: the way he lifted his hands, the two fingers mimicking a scissors. Slowly, they descended down to your core, and your heart skipped a beat as they lightly pressed onto your outside labia. Quickly taking your hand to suppress a sound, a muffled squeak instead made Baizhu laugh.

“My, that's cute. You don't need to hide your noises from me, dear,” he spoke softly, if he was aware that the two fingers rubbing your outside labia started, “Now, tell me: what happened and when did this happen?”

He seemed to know what he was doing. Trying to take off the distraction from down there, you try to recount what happened to you.

“Um...I was just walking around the harbor, I- uh, I saw a bunch of flowers...and ah, hah...I saw...”

The more you spoke, the more Baizhu's fingers were rubbing circles on your cunt. You try to close your legs, but Baizhu's grip was too strong.

“Dear, you were in the middle of talking,” his amber eyes were somehow entrancing you, that you never noticed you were lowering your hands to hold onto the hem of your skirt. “Please do not mind me; continue.”

“U-um...I saw,” looking away, you murmured, “you, Doctor Baizhu...”

“Mmm, and then?”

“I-I don't k-know...I started to feel all these, hah, things...l-like d-down there, I feel like I'm peeing...ah-”

You were cut off as you felt Baizhu's fingers graze your clit, a jolt of something good running through your body. A confused moan came out of your lips, embarrassment in the form of red cheeks evident as you noticed Baizhu smiling at you.

“I-I'm so sorry, Doctor! I didn't-”

“Please, darling,” he assured you with his free hand, the one on your cunt tapping happily on your nub, “don't apologize. Do not hide your voice from me, and don't feel embarrassed as well. This is just one of the ways that can help with the alleviation of your illness.”

His hand withdrew from you (a sense of disappointment scoured down there), “I think I know what this is. I have the medicine that you need. Would you like for me to administer it now?”

“Y-Yes!” You nodded, “please fix me...”

“I will. Now, will you please go on all fours?”

You followed his orders; awkward as it was, but Baizhu grabs your hips, pulling it closer to him, his hand pushing you gently onto the pillows.

“That's it, good girl.” You don't like, that praise somehow made your pussy throb, “I have an apparatus that can clean up your pussy. This may be overwhelming at first, but rest assured, you will feel better.”

You couldn't see what was happening, but you felt something long and sleek slip in between your puffy folds, causing you to moan out loud and grip the sheets. Not long after, something wet graces your sensitive nub, sucking it mercilessly.

Your jaw falls open, blinding pleasure wrecking your body into uncontrollable shaking. You could have lost yourself in it if it weren't for the grip Baizhu hand on your hips, probably enough to bruise you. But you didn't care; all you could feel was the delicious friction of something added more onto your gaping hole and your throbbing clit. Alas, it curved deep into you, a sensation that was foreign in your own innocent body.

“B-Baizhu!” you cried out, feeling something unravel on your stomach, “w-what-”

However, his answers fall deaf to your ears. You came all over the “apparatus”. Tears fall endlessly on your face, as you feel the apparatus diligently suck on your quivering hole, seemingly eager to clean it up. It felt like a long time before the shaking in your bones subsided, somehow overwhelmed with what happened earlier.

Gently guiding your hips to the bed, you heave long inhales, the world spinning from your vision.

“...ear? Dear? Are you alright?” Baizhu's voice brings you back to reality. Your eyes flutter open, still recounting the surge from earlier.

“D...doctor Baizhu?”

“Ah, I'm sorry. Are you alright?”

“Y-yes...” A dull pain paired with something leaking out from your pussy and into the sheets momentarily caused you to panic, but the assurance on Baizhu's face says otherwise. “I- is my treatment done...?”

“Yes, do not worry. You will start feeling better in no time. If you feel like that again, please do not hesitate to approach me so we can fix you up again.”

“A-alright, thank you so much, Doctor Baizhu...” You stood on wobbly legs, only to realize something on your stomach, “Although, what is this...?”

“Oh, that.” Baizhu wipes away the wetness on his chin, before looking at you with glinting amber eyes, “It's a medicine. It helps me know that you need help. If it glows, it's best you come here so I can fix you up.”

! — Tighnari: Verdant Strider [ aphrodisiacs ]

You never should have gone out on patrol.

Despite being a careful Forest Ranger, with years of experience carrying that title, you still get to be a victim of unfortunate circumstances. Sometimes, you trip over the spinocrocodiles on the lakes, or trip over large vines, or sometimes encounter a handful of Witherings all by yourself. It's all because of you and your poor excuse of mortal vision. Sometimes, you wished you were like Tighnari and his keen sense of smell and sight. But alas, you were human and not some hybrid.

But anyways, back to the problem at hand — or hands, because your body feels hot and aching all over, with the intense need to strip off and touch your now-wet pussy. Groaning and moaning as you crawled to the nearest hut, you desperately wished for some miracle to actually help you in this (unfortunate) situation.

But perhaps some archon took pity on you — the door of the hut opened even before you could knock. Plagued with an intense need, you try not to strip yourself now. The blinding yellow light caused your sight to disappear, before the outline of a familiar, pretty face and headwear shaped like a fox — wait.

“T-Tighna-”

“Y/N?” He called out, his usual hands devoid of gloves covering his nose, “I smelled you. What happened?”

You paid no mind to his use of words. Right now, his voice and himself were driving you to the point of madness. “Help,” you cried out, “I'm sorry.”

Quickly, he ushers you inside of his abode, locking it for good measure. You stumbled onto the floor, clumsily stripping out of your uniform and leaving you bare in your undershirt. You heard Tighnari call out your name, but you were too busy rolling on the rug.

“S-stop that,” he said, “what happened to you?”

“Ugh, hah, Tighnari...I feel hot all over...”

“Did you stumble on some poisonous plant?”

“No...” you slurred, a little bit of your rationality holding on to stop you from stripping off your pants, “I smelled some flowers...while on patrol...I didn't see...that they were aphrodisiacs...”

Attempting to open your eyes, you find worried verdant greens staring back at you. You've always liked Tighnari, but right now, the horny in your brain makes you want to strip him clean and make him cum-

“Help,” you cried out once more, “touch me, Tighnari, please.”

“I-”

The last of your rationality snaps. Pulling down your pants, along with your panties, you stare at the man as you start to rub your oversensitive cunt. You never broke your glance at him, even as you easily cum from your own touch.

“Tighnari, Tighnari,” you moaned his name, “need you now, want you to stuff me full of your dick, want to have you cum lots on me, please.”

Tighnari doesn't look away. Instead, he is entranced with the way your fingers dipped in and out of your drenched pussy. You see his tail puff out and somehow you remember - it's a telltale sign that he's eager.

“Mmfuck,” Tighnari cursed, trying to look away. But you were far too horny to react; raising your legs and opening them for him, you greedily chased your high as you abused your pussy.

“T-Tighnari,” you cried out his name as you orgasmed for the second time, “need you inside...”

“Don't regret this.” His vibrant green eyes turned dark in the light, lust clouding his vision as he stripped off his pants. It's so fucking hot, you admit, when he's like you, the last rationality stripping away.

Well, fucking your boss doesn't seem that bad, right?

Tighnari slipped in his hardened cock inside of you easily. You moaned out his name, feeling full as you felt his dick poke the deepest part of you. Roughly grabbing your hips, he easily manhandled you to the wall, your legs tightly wrapped around his waist.

“You just inhaled some aphrodisiacs and now you're acting like a slut.” He growled, speaking through gritted teeth. His thrusts on your pussy are driving you mad, that you unconsciously came over once more. “You probably inhaled that just so you can find an excuse to fuck me, isn't it?”

Euphoria and pleasure intertwine in your foggy mind, nails scratching his back. You whined as his dick hits that one specific spot, another orgasm clawing down there.

“What if I d-did, ah,” you bit back, but Tighnari saw through your play, mercilessly drilling onto that spot, “Ti-Tighnari-”

“No wonder you've been looking all doe-like to me. Should have known that you weren't so innocent, that you are just a slut wanting to be fucked by her own boss.”

You came from his words once more, pussy violently spasming over his cock. Tighnari seemed to follow after, feeling the rush of his seed coating your inside. Suddenly, you feel something else poking inside of you, before effortlessly slipping into you, aided by the mixture of your arousal.

“H-huh-”

“There's still aphrodisiacs in your system, no?” Tighnari ruts into you, a whine escaping your lips, “You triggered my rut, thanks to your influence. Now you'll have to suffer with me until it's over.”

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flareovium · 7 months ago

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"Loving him is like..."

Experiences that come with loving the PGR men, inspired by 'Red'

hiii long time no see, finally got around to writing again. srry if this sucks, im a bit rusty LMAOO

as usual, more under the cut!

Driving a new Maserati down a dead end street.

It's new, it's shiny, it's a relationship that you'd love to show off. It's passionate, and for a moment you'd think that he was the one, except deep down you know that it won't lead anywhere, and it'll most likely meet an inevitable end. But for the time being, you savor the moment, practically grasping at straws as you try to make your relationship last as long as possible.

—Roland, Noctis, TEASELL—

Changing your mind in the middle of a free fall.

Diving into the relationship was filled with uncertainty, but you decided to go with the flow and try forming this connection with him anyway. In the middle of it all, you realize that maybe this relationship isn't what you strive for, but it's already too late to back out— you're in too deep to initiate a break up.

—Vonnegut, Murray—

Realizing all you ever wanted was right there in front of you.

Like the previous one, going into a relationship and forming a connection with him was clouded with an air of uncertainty, except this time, you realize that he's everything you've always wanted in a partner; your perfect other half that could read your mind and finish your sentences.

—Lee, SKK, Wanshi—

Knowing all the words to your old favorite song.

You didn't think that you would be this compatible, but the amount of trust and respect you had for each other since the beginning marked a beautiful start to your relationship. He was basically your best friend, and you already knew how to read each other, so it came naturally as soon as you began officially dating.

—Chrome, Kamui, Noan—

Trying to know somebody you've never met.

SLOW BURNNNN. strangers or rivals to lovers type of thing. The two of you were extremely awkward at first, maybe even having a few petty arguments before you started dating, just because you couldn't seem to understand each other! You drove each other crazy, and it drive the two of you even crazier at the thought that hey, maybe you might be into each other.

—ASIMOV, Camu, Watanabe—

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mylovingkiss · 2 months ago

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life is so fun.

because tell me why i lost Watanabe’s and Wanshi’s weapon and C.U.B.’s 80/20 (reminder, IT’S A 20% CHANCE OF LOSING IT?!) TWICE IN A ROW, and somehow managed to get both early the next. . .

like does it hate me, does it not? bcs wouldn’t it have been easier for me to win an 80% CHANCE OVER A 0.7% TWICE?

forbid a girl has mediocrely unique luck in a gambling game.

like i’m happy and i’m not, because at the end of the day, WHAT WAS THAT, LIKE WHAT?

also look at them. ૮ ོ ◝ ˕ ◜ ོ𑁬

please make fanfics for them i’m begging.

#୧ ‧ ˚ . 𓍢ִ໋ mylk ooc ˚#this is ridiculous #matter of fact #i’ll make them myself #you all should totally play pgr #punishing gray raven #yum yum yum #i need more wanshi or watanabe x reader please #OH! and they’re getting a dmc collab yay! ૮ ྀི › ̷ ̷ ̷ ‹ ྀིა

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kangen-wanshi · 5 months ago

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I genuinely ✨️ forgot ✨️ that I have this blog

Does anyone wants to help me out coming back by requesting things?:)

#les does ramble #I'm gonna be honest #i came back thinking bcs of the recent twst chapter and wanshi s frame LOL #so lets try to get them up #pgr x reader #twst x reader

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ramshackle-lost-n-found · 2 months ago

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Hello Dearest, (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

I was wondering if you know any Trey x Reader fan fics? He's my absolute favorite and deserves more love, if it could be an established relationship or life after NRC where they are married that would be simply lovely! Thank you so much, and have a splendid day/afternoon/night. ꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡

hello anon /⁠ᐠ⁠｡⁠ꞈ⁠｡⁠ᐟ⁠\

domestic headcanons by viviennevermillion

the way of the chef husband by night-raven-tattler

recorded proposals by kangen-wanshi

acquired tastes by zgvlt

as househusbands by linawritestwst

"is it casual now?" by solxamber — two, three

romantic experiment by cheapshrimpysheep — two

beside you by alexisomnia

lucky clover by ceruleancattail

in which y/n calls over trey at 3 am due to an emergency by wolken-himmel

all i want for my birthday by 38riku

cupcake catastrophe by spadecentral

caught by italoniponic

moss green by cloudcountry

ode to the three of clubs by hisui-dreamer

"will you marry me-" "we can sue them for this!" by mochinomnoms

the summer after graduation by starboyshoyo

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... oh wow that's a lot 😹 didn't think it would be much, it definitely looked so little in my notes app. enjoy, anon! 🃓

#r. lost n found #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #trey clover x reader #ngl Trey tsum scare me 😹 i never thought a toothbrush to be scary until Trey tsum held it like a weapon #dearest anon

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sabotsen · 7 months ago

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Fragment - 21 - T1004

Pairing: Lee x Commandant/Reader

Notes: Set during Ch21 Spiral of Chronos & contains spoilers. Cross posted to ao3 bc I hate the paragraph formatting here. Word Count 3.6k.

Warnings: Subtle Jealousy and possessiveness. Brief mention of character death and panic attack.

This is a secret Santa gift for @yandere-yearnings. I love you Dar!!! Happy holidays. I hope this knife stabs you lovingly.

Emotions cannot be compressed into numbers, not in a way that does them justice.

The depth, the weight, the agony of them cannot be expressed in binary. There is simply too much — too little — to account for them in calculations.

He knows this.

Honestly, he would like to think himself rational enough to follow through his calculations without the influence of emotions altering the numbers. In most situations, that assessment would be correct. His measurements, calculations, predictions are all precision sharpened to a lethal bullet aimed with perfect trajectory. He is a machine, built for war and numbers. He is a soldier, eliminating obstacles for the best calculated result.

But Gray Raven is not a factor that can be compressed into simple numbers and figures. You, in all your stubbornness and kindness, are not measurable no matter what calculations and equations he uses.

Your smile makes him happy — flustered, even — and your laughter rings in his head for days, leaving no room for even the shortest string of binary. Your touch is a warmth, a fire, that burns away every equation he knew by breath. Your voice is a melody that drowns out every calculated plan on the tip of his tongue. Your mere presence — the steady guiding light of your M.I.N.D. beacon — pieces him together so gently, more human than machine.

It’s a terrifying thing — to be stitched together so lovingly, to feel the weight of emotions more than the unchanging shape of numbers. It’s a foolish thing — to think of himself as a person and not a machine, a tool, a number in the data string.

He loves you for it. He fears you for it.

Because you make him more. Because you make him undefined.

But he does not change. Because it’s him.

So here he remains. Trapped in a Möbius loop. Because it’s you.

Lee is rational.

He is not one to be swept into fleeting emotions. Reacting on impulse often leads to more messes and headaches. There is a logical explanation for everything.

He knows this. He knows this.

But there’s something about the sight before him that makes his jaw clench until metal grinds against metal.

Maybe it’s the way your frame seems even smaller than usual as you kneel with one knee pressed against the floor, a sniper rifle that is not your own within your hands. Maybe it’s the way Wanshi curves against you, the white of his hair and outfit a stark contrast to the soft grays of your Gray Raven uniform as he embraces you like sea foam does the ocean waters. Maybe it’s the way you tilt your head just slightly towards him, his voice soft as he speaks. Maybe it’s the sharp glint in Wanshi’s golden gaze flitting over your shoulder as he notices Lee in the doorway. Maybe it’s the smile upon Wanshi’s lips, the silent glee of a hawk with prized prey, as he bows his head and nearly brushes his lips against your ear. Maybe it’s the way his hands drift over yours, adjusting your hold, then drift to ghost over your hips and shoulders, lingering just a little too long to merely correct your posture.

Maybe it’s all of them at once.

It’s an ugly thing that flares to life in the metal confines of his chest, writhing and clawing at the cage of his ribs. It’s an ugly thing that spurs him into the shooting range, jaw clenched and fingers digging into his palms firmly enough to scrape metal against metal.

He knows the name of it.

But Lee isn’t one to act on emotions. He has to be rational. He has to be level-headed. Someone has to be in order to keep Gray Raven out of trouble.

But even so.

It’s an ugly thing that rattles in his chest and claws up his throat. He tastes it on the back of his tongue as he steps up behind you.

“Commandant.”

He feels it burn like acid against his skin when golden eyes lock with his over your shoulder and Wanshi’s fingertips brush against the nape of your neck.

He feels it oozing, seeping like blood at his feet, lapping at the edges of your clothes as you kneel upon the ground and finally, finally turn your attention up to him.

Your smile is soft, gentle and welcoming as always. “Lee. Are you here to hide from Asimov for a while?”

Lee frowns slightly, his brow furrowed. “Please don’t lump me in with you, Commandant.”

You have no idea, do you?

You laugh — a beautiful sound that soothes the ache in his chest only as you lean back, posture relaxing and Wanshi naturally shifting just a breath away. It’s still too close, in Lee’s opinion. There’s a burning in his fingertips, a twist in his wires that urges him to pry you free from the hawk’s talons. If it’s shooting advice you need, isn’t he enough? Do you doubt his skills? Or is he not close enough to you for you to ask such a thing of him? Has he done something, said something, or missed some sort of subtle hint that forced you to go to Wanshi instead?

It’s an ugly thing that burns in his chest and drips like acid from his tongue. But he swallows it back. He is made of metal and numbers.

Lee sighs, his voice steady as it always is — he forces it to be. “Did you forget?”

You blink, head tilted slightly to the side and your silence is his answer.

He tries to ignore the way Wanshi tilts his head ever so subtly in the same direction and the way the hawk’s hands still linger on your shoulders.

“You’re going to be late to the meeting. Celica asked me to be sure you didn’t forget or run off to hide again.”

“Ah.” The color momentarily drains from your face, lips twisting in a blanch. The butt of the rifle drifts down, away from the cradle of your shoulder as you set it down and look every bit the image of a cat grabbed by the scruff. “It wasn’t on purpose,” you mutter, “I really did forget.”

If it weren’t for the hawk still pressed against your side, perhaps Lee would have smiled that small, subtle one you know him for. The one that vanishes if you pay it too much attention, fading like light refraction shifting rainbow hues to common daylight — a lasting secret only if you cradle it just right.

But he does not smile as he shakes his head in exasperation and gently places his hand on your elbow. “Let’s go, unless you really want to be in trouble.”

His movements are gentle as his hand on your arm guides you up, but his gaze is sharp and pointed on the hawk whose touch lingers too long as you move away to stand.

That golden gaze only softens when you turn your head to Wanshi, that familiar somewhat sleepy expression splayed across his features as if it had always been there. As if a sleepy owl is all he has ever been and ever will be.

“Sorry to run, Wanshi. Thanks for your time,” your voice is friendly as always, unaware, as you hand the rifle back to the Strike Hawk.

Wanshi merely smiles softly and waves his free hand. “Take care, Commandant.” Golden eyes shift, just for a moment to glance over your shoulder at Lee before lazily gliding back to your face. His smile sharpens in the corners, too soft and subtle perhaps for you to notice — but Lee does. “You know where to find me.”

Lee scowls, his hand on your elbow shifting and anchoring onto your shoulder. It is pure restraint that keeps him from digging his fingers into the folds of your clothes, and you merely take his gesture as a silent hint to keep moving — something innocent and friendly. So you let him coax you away by the shoulders as you offer a small farewell and final thanks to Wanshi and leave the room. He should be grateful you see his actions in such a light rather than for what they truly are. But that ugly feeling in his chest wails and mourns that you do not see through his act.

Just before the door slides shut, Lee casts one last look over your shoulder to the construct who remained sitting where you left him. That sleepy expression is gone, replaced by something too patient and cold, too sharp and predatory as it follows your back. Wanshi smiles, the shape of it upon his lips every bit the silent threat — the promise — of a hawk’s shadow brushing over a rabbit. The cold metal of the door slides shut, separating you from the Hawk perched and waiting.

It is only after he has guided you down the empty hallway far enough away from the shooting range for his nerves to settle that he realizes the weight of your gaze on him. You’re burning a hole through the side of his face and by the press of your lips he can tell you’re thinking something — worrying about something. His arm across your back slips away, his touch drifting down to your elbow in a soft brush — easily avoided. But you don’t. You allow the soft, ghost’s touch of his fingers against you.

“What.” He’s frowning. He knows he is.

You’ve known him long enough by now not to be deterred by his blunt speech or soured expression. If anything, perhaps you find comfort in it — familiarity in the easy banter you’ve developed with him and his dry humor. But there is thoughtful caution as you watch him now and he traces even the smallest movements in your gaze as you observe him.

“I don’t have a meeting with Celica today.”

There’s a note in your voice, subtle and easily missed. Light and almost airy — it’s the soft smile hidden in your voice that doesn’t play upon your lips.

That tone is the only reason his reply is as blunt and dry as any other common conversation, “Gray Raven is truly in dire straits if our Commandant is suffering memory loss so early in age.”

You laugh, a hand rising to hide the bright smile he adores. You have a bad habit of doing that — tucking smiles and laughter behind your hands as if they are stolen burdens not meant to trouble others. Perhaps the war has done that to you, or maybe it was something else — the cruel words of others. He never did narrow down the origin, as you’ve had that habit since the day he met you.

You should smile more, he thinks, as your hand falls away from your lips and the small hint of a smile remains. It’s the same one that plays upon your lips whenever he brushes off his flustered expression as his cooling system failing. But just like those moments, you do not call him on his bluff.

Instead, your hand shifts and taps his that still lingered on your elbow. “How are you holding up?” The worry in your voice is evident despite the light cheer you try to hide it behind. “We haven’t seen you lately. I know you like to keep busy but you’re not allowed to pick up Asimov’s workaholic tendencies.”

Lee tilts his head to the side, his frown softening a fraction but his brow furrows even more. “Do you not read the reports I send?”

“I read them, but that’s not what I asked.” Your hand on his shifts, interlacing your fingers together and if he were still made of flesh and bone perhaps you would have felt the way his heart would have stumbled, the way his fingers would have trembled. But he is made of metal and numbers, and he is still as the warmth of your hand sinks into his. “Are you alright, Lee?”

That ugly ache in his chest finally settles, soothed by your touch, but his thoughts tumble over each other in a silent maelstrom. His gaze falls to your hand in his, the way the softness of your touch contrasts so cruelly with the hard metal of him. What is there to say in this situation? Progress is being made on the specialized frame, everything necessary to know is logged within the reports you receive daily. So why are you asking? Why are you worried?

He won’t fail you or Gray Raven. Never.

The only thing stopping him from fully syncing with the frame is just those—

“Lee?”

Your voice pulls him from his thoughts and he feels the way your hand squeezes his gently. He hears the concern in your tone, feels it brush against him like the warmth of a blanket — cozy in its familiarity, even if it is foolish. Carefully, he returns the gesture, ever mindful of his strength. But as he lifts his gaze up to your face, his breath catches in the metal of his lungs.

Red.

The hallway engulfed in red and black — scorched and burning. Smoke curls and spills from the warped, gaping doorways on the right, billowing up and crawling through the broken ceiling above. On his left is an opening in the wall that frames a hellscape beyond — the earth molten and burning, shimmering in the blazing heat as the roar of flames nearly drowns out the screams and wails, human and metal alike. The sky above, once blue and freckled with stars, is now shrouded by the gray billows of smoke and ash.

Grounded. Ruined. Burning.

When did they fall? How could Babylonia, the cradle of humanity, have fallen?

His hands shake.

Something’s wrong.

Information pours into him, drowning him — the swell of the ocean crashing into a man lost and dehydrated in the desert.

He sees the figures of soldiers — constructs — fighting off in the distance. But it is not the corrupted they turn their guns upon. In the smoke and flames, he sees humans. He hears their screams, despite the distance — despite the fire roaring around him. He sees the constructs fall upon each other when the fire and wounds claim the humans. He sees them burn and melt in the heat, sees the way they tear their own limbs from their bodies and the arc of sparks that sparkle in the smoke like mournful stars.

Something in his hand pulls upon him— too soft, too gentle, too delicate for this hell.

“Lee!”

Your voice cuts through the smoke and ash to pull his attention back.

His gaze snaps from the sprawling burning battlefield to your hands on his then up to your face. But the sight of you crushes the metal ribs in his chest. Blood. Blood trails from your nose and dots the corners of your eyes like ruby tears. A dried trail of blood lingers in the corner of your mouth, lips too pale despite the crimson that stains them. Your vitals aren’t showing in the corner of his vision and panic spikes in his chest.

The virus.

It’s the virus.

You’re ill.

You’re hurt.

His hands fly to your face to wipe the corners of your eyes, to your neck to find your pulse.

It’s fine. It’ll be fine.

Liv. Where is Liv?

He has to get you to her.

Serums.

You need serums.

Lee doesn’t hear the way you call his name as his hands fly to his chest, patting down his pockets. Where are the serums? He always carried some on him for you. Where…. Where are they?

Did he drop them in the crash?

Did they shatter?

Your hands follow in the wake of his, trying to grasp and still him, but he doesn’t notice.

You need help.

You can’t stay here.

He has to —-

“Lee!”

Your hands cradle his face, holding him in place and forcing his gaze back on you.

Immediately, he feels the weight of your connection, the steadying link of your beacon sheltering him. A piercing headache cuts through him, pierces him like a lance straight through his head. Crippling. Agonizing. It blinds his vision and nearly brings him to his knees as a shrill sound shatters his audio modular — the dying wails of a beast, a warning call drowning out the roar of the flames.

Your hands, the warmth of your touch, and your voice calling his name are the only things that keep him on his feet. He blinks, vision clearing as your worried expression comes into view — he feels the way your concern bleeds from you through the connection, a hint of fear rippling in the undercurrents.

“Lee?” Your thumbs brush against his cheeks. “What happened? Are you ok?”

Lee swallows, fingers finding purchase in the folds of your shirt. “Yeah,” he steadies himself, forces the trembling in his fingers to cease as he begins to count. Numbers, strings, data — anything to calm himself. “Just a headache.”

“A headache?” Your tone is incredulous, a scowl on your lips as you pull his face closer to yours.

“It happens,” is all he says. His gaze lingers in the corners of your eyes and trails down to your lips. No blood. He pries one hand from the folds of your clothes and gently wraps it around your wrist, fingers pressing lightly against your pulse. Steady, normal. Your numbers match the vitals in the corner of his vision.

You’re ok.

You’re safe.

“Lee,” his name is a short, clipped thing.

Slowly, reluctantly, he pulls away from your grasp and you let him, fingers lingering against his cheeks before he is out of reach. Your gaze is a heavy thing upon him as he glances to his left. The metal wall remains intact and from the narrow window outside he can see the vast black starry expanse of space.

There is no fire.

There is no smoke.

“I’m fine, Commandant.” Lee takes a breath, his attention returning to you as his expression returns to the neutral calm you know him for. “They happen, now and then. It’s fine.”

Doubt needles against the back of his mind through your connection, nibbling on the edges of him like a mouse. You don’t believe him. He doesn’t blame you.

Lee doesn’t like the expression on your face, the way your lips turn down in a frown weighted by worry or the slight shimmer in your eyes. Your hands find his again, warm and gentle. He does not pull away as you gently tug on his arm.

“Let’s go back to the lounge.”

Lee does not argue. Quietly, he follows you, his hand in yours as you lead the way down the hall.

It feels natural —

It feels like home —

If you lead the way, your hands on him to guide, he would follow you anywhere. Even into —

>>Memory playback paused.

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Thunder is the first thing he hears.

Like the last wail of a dying man, it rumbles across the cold desolate landscape. A whale song unanswered.

He knows it is not truly thunder, but rather the chaotic storm of information continuously flowing and merging into the center of this space, swallowed and devoured. It is the last sound made by those who came before and a warning to those who will come after. It is the sound of a body falling from the heavens, another stone constructing the Tower of Babel.

Lee listens to it reverberate as he lingers on the last memory that flowed through him.

How long has it been since he felt warmth — your warmth?

Hard to say. Harder still to remember where ‘he’ originated from. Too many memories have been swallowed and merged into him, too much data compiled and stored for him to know which were originally ‘his’ and which came from ‘others’.

What happened to you — to that version of you?

Was it the fire that claimed you? Was it sickness? Was it age? Was it a bullet he failed to shield you from? Was it the corrupted he didn’t spot in time? Was it the Red Tide that swelled too quickly to stop?

Lee quiets.

Around him, data converges into ill begotten shapes only to crumble and shatter into streams of numbers. He feels it — in the not too distant future, in the not too far gone past — a ripple in “time”. Another version of ‘him’ who failed is falling from the Tower of Babel.

He’s lost count of the bodies he has devoured. He’s lost count of the memories he has stored, stolen and kept. He’s lost count of the times he has failed.

The bodies pile up like stones. Brick by brick. One day he will reach the heavens. One day he will reach the top of the tower.

He has to.He has to.

There is no other option.

Because there must be a world where you survive. There must be a future where you still exist.

Someone falls into this pitiful M.I.N.D., tucked into a corner of space and time long forgotten and overlooked.

Another body. Another failure.

Lee sees ‘himself’ bloodied and wounded crumbled in a heap upon a shape made of data.

Thunder rumbles in the distance. A mournful wail. A warning.

Lee resigns himself once more and pulls ‘himself’ closer into the center of the storm.

He has to know what happened in that world of ‘his’. He has to learn.

He only hopes he will see you again.

Even if only for a moment.

Even if it is only a fragment of a memory.

He misses you.

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#.tsen fic #pgr #punishing gray raven #pgr lee

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reshramlove1ob · 2 years ago

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Opening fanfic requests. One-shots, unless it’s for one of my existing fanfics.

The fandoms I’ll write for are in the tags!

Characters I’ll write for:

Any arc-v characters

Yuuhime

Tang Xuan

Tang Yun

Yamato

Really any Dislyte character, but specifically the ones listed above

All Astral Express Crew, Jarivlo IV, and Luofu characters

Any pgr characters

Kyle

Zekus

Lillibette

Rei

Theria

Mondstat and Inazuma characters + Travler and Paimon

Anything Marvel before WandaVision

Any LMK characters

Seven Days characters

Maximum Ride Characters

Misfits Class

Ships I’ll write for:

Yu boys x Bracelet girls

Yuri x Dennis

Yuuhime x Tang Xuan

Anna x Norah

Tang Yun x Xie Yuzhi

Kafka x Himeko

Bronya x Seele

Gepard x Sampo

Ruan Mei x Trailblazer (platonic only)

Liv x Lucia

Kamui x Wanshi

Kyle x Zekus

Travler x Any adult

Wanda x Vision

Red Son x MK

Sun Wukong x Six Eared Mac

Kirell x Philio

Max x Fang

Iruma x Ameri

Iruma x Azz x Clara

Will write:

Fluff

Angst

Platonic relationships

Romantic relationships

Minor Violence

Alternate Universe (AU)

Any settings (with limitations seen in “won’t write”)

Wont write:

NSFW

Heavy Violence/gore

Oc/reader insert

Political settings

Historical settings

Insensitive ideals (no hateful/political opinions or prompts)

#she talks #yugioh arc v #Dislyte #honkai Star rail #punishing gray raven #last Cloudia #Genshin impact #marvel #<wanda vision and before only #Lego monkey kid #seven days #maximum ride #m!ik #welcome to demon school Iruma

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nogenderbee · 2 years ago

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Now that I've posted the Hana angst your girl is back on her grind bc school starts this Monday and I need to get shit out bc I'mma be disappearing for a week to get my shit together

A Sean x Reader

A Karin x Reader might change it into a Karin x Lacey fic tho💀 because yeah they are in the same universe

And a Haru x Wanshi (my sillies >w<)

OMGGGG SOME FLUFF COMING UP!!

I'm so excited to read it all already! ^^

But of course take your time and don't overwork yourself!

#nogenderbeetalks

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hxiiraeth · 3 months ago

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Wanshi x Reader (this was sitting in my notes for a whole month; inspired by White Day.)

You were bored out of your mind, having finished your paperwork and today, March 14th, was your day off to do anything you'd like and enjoy yourself. Except, you're not sure what you can do as you're always used to having stacks upon stacks of paperworks, waiting for you to tend to them — The life of a Commandant, you suppose. Sighing, you sat down on the couch, gaze falling onto your tablet.

You hoped to hear a response back from a certain Construct whom you'd gifted your freshly baked cookies to as a Valentine's gift. Did he like it? You wondered to yourself. Soon enough, you received a call from Wanshi, whom you've been waiting for. You tapped on the accept button, perhaps a little too eager to hear from him.

He wastes no time in trying to confirm his suspicions about a certain bag of cookies that sat out the front of Strike Hawk's maintenance chamber.

"You were the one that left the cookies outside of our maintenance chamber, weren't you?" He asks, his holographic image before you raises an eyebrow. You nodded in response to his question.

"Did you.. like it?" You asked, feeling a tad bit anxious in case it wasn't to his liking. He yawned before uttering his response to your question.

"Yeah, they taste great. It was perfect for a first meal in the morning after a full night's rest. Thank you, Commandant," A small smile appeared on his handsome feature, expressing his gratitude for the gift he received from you.

You sighed in relief, smiling. "I'm glad to hear that."

"As for the gift in return…" He pondered for a moment before continuing. "I'll give you this "emergency mood booster" bottle, exclusive from me to you." He picked up a bottle of candy wrapped in rice paper to show you the said gift. He knew you'll recognize the candies in the bottle as you've had it before in Nanyu. You said it immediately became one of your favourites back at the Rain Flower festival in Nanyu, and he remembers.

He did not miss the sparkle in your eyes when your gaze landed on the bottle of sweets. It brings him joy to see you happy.

"When I'm not by your side, take one and cheer up, yeah?" He tells you, to which you nodded. Of course you won't resist getting your hands on some sweets. They're always a treat, especially when you're having a rough day.

A question popped up in your head however due to his mention of "when he's not by your side". Is there another condition then, if he were to be by your side when you're not feeling well?

You opened your mouth to ask that question aloud to him. "What about if you're by my side then, Wanshi?"

The smile on his face stay plastered on his face as he closed his eyes and sighed, perhaps finding your question a bit silly. He doesn't mind though, as long as you're happy.

"When I'm by your side, I'll do my best to “cure” this patient of mine," He mused, his eyes glinting with a bit of mischief.

You chuckled, humoring him in return. "Then I'll be in your care, Doctor Wanshi."

…

"Say Commandant, are you occupied with anything at the moment?" He asked. An interesting question, coming from him. "No, today's my day off, Wanshi. Is there something you'd like to do?" You retorted question at him after answering his question. He pursed his lips for a moment, lost in his thought as he considers his next course of action.

"Would you like to take a tour around the festival with me?"

Oh. You weren't expecting that. Isn't the festival being held was to celebrate Valentines and White day? Is this a date? More and more questions were overloading your little head. As if he could read your mind, his next words rendered you speechless.

"Consider it a date, (Name)." The blush adorning your face was all he needed for an answer. He's aware of your feelings towards him, despite him being a Construct. Such could be said towards him, harboring feelings for the Gray Raven's Commandant.

Such feelings were a hassle for him back then as he was a Construct made solely to tend to the wounded and go to war. He thought he has no time for relationships and commitments, being in this line of work, but maybe he was wrong. Should he let such an opportunity to take you out go to waste? Absolutely not. Not when he could witness your reactions and see the smile he loves to see adorning your face. Once he has a goal he wishes to reach, he'll see it through. As such, taking you to the festival is his wish to treat you and make you happy.

#pgr wanshi x reader #wanshi x reader #punishing gray raven #pgr x reader #punishing gray raven x reader

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whisperiin · 11 months ago

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hello-hello ^-^ i did Wanshi request a while back, when you were arkbeyond, it's fine if i repeat it?

btw, did you saw his S frame? thighs are mouthwatering

hello anon!! yes, of course you can! i actually held onto it because i was planning on writing for it and then i got super busy wahhh... i loooove lucid dreamer so much!!! he's so beautiful i started crying... and his login music is sooooo good too if you've heard it... i hope he gets an sfx skin soon ;___; it's been a while since i've written at all so i might be a little rusty, but i still hope you enjoy!

domesticism ft. wanshi

content warnings: none

➸ If you had to describe the dynamic between you and WANSHI, it would be one word — familiar. He may not be as much of a stickler for routines as some other people you may know, but he has habits he tends to stick to, and he makes sure to remember all of yours as well.

➸ That’s just one of the ways he shows he cares for you, after all — and it’s something that just about anyone with eyes and ears can immediately see. Wanshi remembers your favourite booth at the cafe, what candies you tend to pick up from the store if you have the chance, any habits you might have while sleeping. If he notices you take a while to sleep, there’s usually some kind of anonymous sleep-aiding gift on your bedside table the next morning, or if you haven’t been eating enough, your favourite dishes will inexplicably be sitting in a takeout box on your table during your next break. ➸ He’s not exactly shy about showing his affections, either. He’s rather forthright, after all — it’s more than obvious in the gentle way he speaks to you, and even more so in the way he so painstakingly looks you over after every mission for even the smallest wound. Wanshi can treat you like a kid sometimes, though, if only just to tease — how about a candy for sitting so still during your checkup, hmm? ➸ He also loves listening to you talk! Wanshi seems like the type to enjoy cuddling up with you and feeling how your chest vibrates against him as you tell him about your day. You don’t even need to talk, actually — feeling the rise and fall of your chest is just fine, too. He also seems like the type to enjoy hugging you from behind, his chin resting on your shoulder, as you go about doing some menial task together… If he falls asleep on you then, well, what else did you expect when he’s lying against his favourite pillow? ➸ It goes without saying, though, that Wanshi enjoys falling asleep with you and waking up next to you the most. It’s just so enchanting to him, somehow — even if you’re a snorer, or a blanket hog, or roll around over and over in bed all night, he sleeps more soundly when he’s next to you. And though his dreams have been more pleasant since he’s met you, the sight of your face alone is reason enough for him to wake up every morning.

#pgr #punishing gray raven #pgr x reader #punishing gray raven x reader #wanshi x reader #pgr wanshi x reader #bee.writes

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koukouture · 4 years ago

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Angst is temporary, smut is eternal

I am extremely down horrendous for the PGR boys so here are some general NSFW headcanons of them before I unleash the angst reconing when I finally have the motivation to write

Warnings: breeding kink, daddy kink, lots of mentions of children and pregnancy, creampie, stomach inflation, size kink, sex in a semi public place, petpay, some choking, somnophilia, masochism, cockwarming, sadism, some generally unhealthy behaviour, tell me if I missed one

*BY CLICKING READ MORE YOU ARE CHOOSING TO CONSUME MATURE CONTENT*

Watanabe

- Breeding man

- Also a daddy kink for obvious reasons

- So what if he can’t get you pregnant? He gets off to the idea of fucking you full of his cum, and he knows you do too

- Calls you “baby” or “baby girl/boy”

- He usually isn’t that mean, as long as you let him fill you right up he’ll let you cum as many times as you want

- Spoils you with his cock all the time, but especially if you’ve been good

- Break his rules though and he’ll punish you accordingly

- Spanking, orgasm denial, it’s all on the table so you’d better obey daddy’s rules

- Especially if you pull something in front of other people, expect to either be fucked into the bed or edged for hours on end

- “Why don’t you scream a little louder, baby? Make sure everyone knows how good daddy is making you feel”

Lee

- Now, Lee can be one of two things:

- The sweetest thing ever, making sure you feel good and being careful with you

- Or, he can be super mean and edge you until your begging and crying for release

- When he’s in the latter mood you’d better be good and do as he says lest he leave you there

- Often times he’ll have you suck him off while he digs his boot into your crotch, he loves your pathetic little whines and how you’ll swallow every little drop

- Calls you his slut/whore

- Will fuck you in front of a mirror and makes you look at your fucked out face while he stuffs his cock into you

- Wear his jacket and it’s all over

- You won’t be walking for a while

- There are rare times when he just goes feral and just uses you like a cocksleeve

- “Ah look at you, taking me in so well like a common whore. Is that what you are, commandant? A cute little cum dump for me?”

Kamui

- Spoils you silly with his cock

- Of course this cute little retriver will let you do anything you want to him too

- He is a switch after all, though he does lean towards being a bottom

- Slap him, choke him, be rough with him he doesn’t care

- He can take it, he just wants you to feel good

- If you’ll let him, he’ll fuck you for hours on end, make you cum as many times as you want

- You want him to speed up? Sure thing. Want another orgasm? How about three?

- But if there’s one thing he loves it’s the risk of getting caught

- He’ll be under your desk in your office, where anyone could walk in, sucking you off/eating out your pussy while you tease him

- Loves it when you wear his clothes too, especially if it’s just his jacket that’s too big for you while you don’t wear any underwear

- He likes to put his hand on your stomach because his cock makes a cute lil’ bulge

- Loves it if there’s a size difference

- “How am I doing, commandant?”

Camu

- The muzzle stays on during sex

- Into petplay and a size difference

- Definitely likes leashes

- Loves it when you ride him while you tug on his leash. You swear you hear him growl through his muzzle as you bounce up and down on him

- Either grips your thighs or puts a hand where there’s a little bulge from his massive cock

- When he’s in charge though, boy things get rough

- Camu likes to pull the leash so hard that it’s choking you while he plows into you

- He’s like an animal in heat, fucking you until you both pass out

- You won’t be walking for a while

- You don’t really get to have a say in when you guys do it, he’ll pull you aside at random times and just go at it in some random storage room or even at HQ when anyone could walk in

- Don’t worry, he’ll make quick work of you so that you can both return to work

- “You’ll keep my cum in that cute little hole of yours, right babe?”

Chrome

- Vanilla bitch :/

- Very romantic and sweet at least

- Unless you do something about it, he’ll just be sort of plain

- Chrome likes it when you’re in charge, if you choose to be mean he’ll like it even more

- Really flustered at first but the more you do it the more he’s acting like a fucking slut for you

- Sometimes he’ll get all needy and bother you until you put him in his place

- Likes oral, giving or receiving but especially giving

- If you ever get impatient, just tug his hair a bit

- Seeing the usually calm and collected captain of Strike Hawk made a little whore for you is such a pretty sight.

- Gets all whiny when you don’t let him cum

- What a fucking brat

- Why don’t you teach him a lesson?

- “Commandant, I’ve been good... promise”

Banji

(idk if it’s banji or wanshi but the wiki says banji so...)

- Somnophilia, consented of course (come on you all saw that coming)

- Also fucking your thighs

- Service top

- Likes it when you tug his hair a bit

- Ride him while he’s a bit sleepy, that will wake him right up

- Cock warming while you two fall asleep

- Lots of wet dreams about you, don’t be afraid to wake him up with a blowjob if you hear him moaning your name in his sleep

- “Mmmm... that feels nice commandant. Could you wake me up like that more often?”

Roland (pre fake ascension or whenever he becomes recruitable ig)

- Will fuck you in abandoned places

- Especially if there are corrupted nearby

- Tells you to stay quiet unless you want the corrupted to find you

- Teases you about not being able to keep your hands off him

- Also one to edge you

- Likes it when you cry, either from too many orgasms or lack thereof

- Likes to cum all over you face, teases you to make sure to get it all off before you go back to your squad

- Gets off to the idea of someone from Babylonia seeing the proud commandant of Gray Raven getting bent over by an ascendant

- Stalks you and pulls you aside on missions with other constructs for a quick fuck

- Especially if he thinks you’re getting a little too comfortable with someone

- Your his pathetic little cum slut, no one else gets to have you

- “Yeah, like that commandant? Could that blonde fuck with the guns fuck you like I do? Huh? I can’t hear you baby, was that a yes? Do I not fuck you well enough?”

#i'm sorry i had like nothing for banji #pgr #punishing gray raven #pgr smut #pgr x reader #punishing gray raven x reader #lee x reader #watanabe x reader #kamui x reader #roland x reader #chrome x reader #banji x reader #wanshi x reader #camu x reader #pgr camu #pgr kamui #pgr lee #pgr roland #pgr chrome

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starryficsfinishwen · 2 years ago

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✧。◟[NSFW] ᴅʀɪᴠᴇ — wanshi x reader [PGR]

all we do is think about the feelings that we hide

a.n. - halsey thanks for this beautiful song (titled "drive" too), you gave me too much inspo and I love it. also I ended up listening to the whole Badlands album as I write this down lmao also here's to hoping we get an s wanshi soon!

pairing - wanshi x f!doctor

words - 3,476

warnings - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. MAJOR SMUT AHEAD: thigh riding, penetration, degradation (mentions of whore, slut), orgasm denial, creampie??. mean!dom!wanshi x sub!bratty reader. bratty reader because hehe. also a little exhibitionism down there. STRONG USE OF MATURE LANGUAGE. friends with benefits au! doesn't seem like this thing has plot kek just purely smut, I swear.

Anger has a vice grip on your throat.

Clawing and clamoring at the apex of your tongue, teeth gritting hard to prevent the profanity from spewing on your lips. Your shoulders shake as the events of earlier replay in your mind, fingers curled into fists that you feel your nails digging into the palm of your hand — it's raw; how anger bubbles like a pan full of boiling water, and you want to throw it away viciously into the source of your miseries.

Fuck the autonomy. Fuck the anarchy of your workplace. Fuck the Star of Life.

You wanted nothing more than to let the anger run wild and hope it won't make a home out of your hollowed out chest.

Fortunately for you, the ride you've been waiting for has finally arrived.

The clanking of your heels reverberates throughout the hall as you walk to your transport, but you no longer care if someone watches. Flinging the car door open, you throw yourself onto the chair, slamming the door shut. Your anger doesn't sizzle out, instead, it flares up the moment you catch a glimpse of silver hair in your peripheral vision.

“So angry today,” he chuckles, with a deep voice laced with grogginess, “where to, Princess?”

“Anywhere.” You flat out spoke, not bothering to hide the annoyance in the way you speak, “Just drive.”

He doesn't say a word; instead, he fiddles with the keys, the engine revving back to life. Staring outside the moving car, you find yourself swimming, bathing in the city lights of Babylonia's nightlife.

It stays that way: the occasional sound of the wheels passing through asphalt and concrete, his stepping on the accelerator, and the music of the Golden Age on his dashboard. You've long put on your seatbelt but twiddle the strap absentmindedly. You look away from the front, his gaze is on you. Your hands hold themselves into fists, his left on the steering wheel and the other on the stick shift. It doesn't quell the anger in your bones, it only feels too familiar. A routine, if you must.

“You must have done something.” His usual sleepy voice is unlike when he's serious and focused. It's a voice that brings a shiver to your spine.

“I haven't.” You huffed, “This is none of your business.”

“Said the girl who called for me to pick her up.” You don't miss the taunting smile tugging his lips, “You're a walking contradiction.”

“Wanshi.” The name goes as an echo in your head, as a shiver down there, “Did I not tell you to shut up?”

“Then, you shouldn't have called for me.” His voice is sharp enough to cut through silence.

It agitates you. The feelings resurface — anger, frustration, indignation — all crashing into something horribly beautiful, something that claws from the back of your throat to the inside of your thighs (you cross them together now, Wanshi doesn't turn a blind eye to it). Your anger resigns for a short while; your hand reaches and wraps itself on the hand on the stick shift, grasping and desperate to show who's boss.

“Drive,” you muttered, “Keep driving until I say so.”

Sooner or later, the scenery turns into something you're familiar with. It doesn't take long; the humming of the engine, the tale-tell sign of the starry night lulling into midnight, the ocean waves crashing onto the shore, the throbbing of your core aching and aching.

You hear the chair creak. You look away from the ocean. You look at the man instead.

Silver hair, refined jaw, pale face. He reclines himself on the back of the car door, legs spread out up to your thighs. He stares back at you, amber eyes illuminated with an emotion you've long recognized since you both established this contract.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” He whispered, “Use me as you like.”

It makes you rethink the contract.

But you're here anyways: straddling his thighs, your legs clenching on it as if your dear life depends on it, hands clawing on his hips. The medical gown you wore is now slung lazily on your chair, the first two buttons on your uniform already open as your cleavage is shown in all its glory, your teeth biting down on the hem of your skirt. You've long discarded your underwear (it's in his pockets, you're somehow aware), and you're desperately humping on Wanshi's thighs.

Whines of frustration escape your quivering lips, the anger in your bones twisting and turning, wanting to be transformed into pure pleasure. But such pleas fall deaf on Wanshi's ears, as his attention is elsewhere but you.

“Wanshi,” your call becomes a whimper, much to your chagrin, “Pay attention to me.”

“You think you deserve it?” He chuckles, amber eyes focused on the book he held, “After being such a brat? Is that how I should be treated?”

“You- ngh,” your pussy flinches, as it catches a part of his pants that deliciously rubbed your neglected clit, “I-I wasn't...”

“Work hard for it, doctor.” His teasing makes your hole quiver once more, the title somehow causing you to be more embarrassed with what you're doing with a man like him.

You've long noticed the tent in his pants, twitching whenever you cried out. Trying to relieve from its restraints, you slowly rubbed it, the outline surpassing the length of your fingers, leather wet from the constraints held somewhere inside-

Wanshi flicks away your hand. Amber eyes stare at you, to which you glare back.

“Fuck you.”

“I will, when you stop being a brat.”

Your ego, unfortunately, doesn't bow down to such a request. You want it raw - the thrill of sex sending your mind into overdrive, the grasps of hands you'd lose sensation from holding on too much. And so, you continue to grind on his thighs, wherever the mere journey of your escapade ends.

You look at him once more — Wanshi. BPE-47. Support-type construct. You've always known him as a reliable healer, for both humans and constructs. After all, he's been a revered war hero and nurse, someone who could keep everyone around him alive. But why is it now, he who made this contract with you, making you choke in the loss of pleasure? You don't even remember the details as to when you've both made this arrangement. All you want right now is just to be fucked full by him and him alone.

“Mm?” Wanshi's eyes flickered at you, and it made your heart skip a beat, “That's new. Did you only call me just so you can do this?”

“No.” You hurriedly said, the pleasure starting to seep into you, wetness coating a patch in his pants, “I...I was just thinking.”

“Say it, then.” He lowers the book in his hand, eyes now attentively looking at your every move, “I don't have all night.”

“I-I had to do 4 operations in two straight days.” You began, gritting your teeth, the reminiscent anger poking you incessantly, “The nurses were bitches throughout the operation.”

A hand crawls ever so slowly to your thighs. He rubs slow and languid circles, tracing up to the outline of your skirt. “Mm, then?”

“I told...I told them to be more attentive or the patient would deviate,” you see his hand caressing outside your uniform, twiddling the bottom buttons, and you swallowed, “but, ah- they didn't listen...”

He's opening the first button. With his amber eyes, he threatens to stop if you stopped talking. And so, you continue, “The-The doctors were assholes as well.”

You want more, the anger subsiding into something you've craved for: pleasure. He's being attentive, finally. The book was already discarded to the dashboard of the car, two of his hands unbuttoning your uniform agonizingly slow (his fingers would slip through, your torso shivering at his every touch). Although you've been talking about your shitty experiences at the Star of Life, they've become a mindless babble to you, mind occupied with the way his hands were exploring the expanse of your exposed skin as the last button is finally opened. Wanshi drags his fingers over your stomach, your sides, your hips- his fingers trail to your back, unhooks your bra fast, like how he has been doing for a long, long while now, hands now cupping your breasts, touching everywhere else there but the two neglected nubs.

“That's it?” His movements halt, causing you to whine, but his hands are still holding your chest, “Over trivial matters?”

You don't remember it being trivial. Ah, maybe it is, now that he's touching you, now that you're too hell-bent on wanting his touch for you. Wanshi looks at you, a free hand reaching out to your chin. His thumb rubs the outline of your lips, carefully staring at your contorting expression. He's always done this before- watching you as if memorizing your every move. Without a warning, he slips his thumb past your lips, toying with your tongue. Your hips stutter at the intrusion, as he squeezes your chest.

“You know, I never got to tell you this, you may look pretty when you're talking about your problems at work.” He glances at your lips taking in his thumb, before looking up at your irises, voice dropping an octave lower. “But you always look prettier when you're silent and sucking on something else.”

He matches the thrust of his fingers in your mouth to your hips. Pleasure rebuilds itself as knots in your stomach, his hands and mouth aiding as he latches on one mound, his other free hand fondling your other breast. It drives you wild and wilder, waiting for the right time to come, with or without his permission.

Yet, before you could, the sound of an engine draws closer, closer to where Wanshi had parked the car. Fear intertwines your sense of pleasure, pussy violently clenching around nothing, as your hips falter with irregular movements. Wanshi noticed it long before you, so before you could surrender yourself to the pleasure, he pulls himself away.

A regretful moan escapes your mouth, the telltale sign of the ruined orgasm causing the anger in your muscles to reignite. “What the hell-”

“I didn't tell you to cum yet.” He looks behind to see another car parked beside him. “Tsk, a shame.”

He says so, but he pulls you closer. It catches you off-guard, moaning out his name as you feel the friction of his bulge under your soaking pussy. “Do you want to be caught like this, doctor? Would you like to be known that an esteemed doctor of the Star of Life is moaning like a cheap whore inside this car?”

Your cunt throbs at his words. Tears threaten to spill out of your eyes, as you cover your mouth. Your face rests on his shoulder, eyes trailing as you recognize the car next to you. Two people step out, wearing the same lab gown you have, but you couldn't recognize the faces. Effortlessly lifting you up, he starts to unzip his pants. While he's at it, you can feel the outline of his hand under you, and you're sure he's purposely teasing you more. You grunt out in annoyance, to which he only laughs.

“So naughty,” he drags the zipper down awfully slow, “I should have known when you've already wet yourself in my pants. I wonder how my captain would react.”

He leans upward, teeth grazing your ear, “That a little whore has been playing with her toy.”

“Wanshi,” your mouth betrays you, a breathy moan calling out his name. You feel his thumb rubbing your overstimulated clit now, ruthlessly shoving a finger into your quivering hole.

“I'm not fucking you like this,” He whispers, continuing his ministrations as he nibbles your earlobe, “You've been so bratty lately, you're ruining the mood.”

Your ego is your Achilles' heel. You want it to crumble, you want it down, just to let him in. But instead, it makes you bite your lips to prevent moans from coming out, it makes you shake. Your strength has long disappeared already though, making you unable to shake away the hand that is abusing your trembling pussy.

“Fuck you.”

“Am I not doing that right now, darling?” Chuckling, he fiddles with your ruined hair, “We've long established that, haven't we?”

The two people outside of the car are laughing now. You're suddenly aware: the car windows aren't that tinted, and you know that they will notice the shake of the car. Wanshi starts to groan.

“Fuck- ah, you're squeezing my hand now. Did you think you'll cum that easily?”

“N-no, I-”

“-oh, or did the newcomers notice?” He starts to laugh, mischievously pulling his hands away, “I think you know these people, yes? They seem nice. Should we give them a show?”

“Wanshi don't be stu- ah,”

Without a warning, Wanshi sinks his cock into you in one fluid thrust. A loud moan of his name tumbles out of your lips, and he has to shove his fingers in your mouth.

You feel so full, so fucking full. You imagine it now, his cockhead teasing your cervix, girth pulsating deeply in your walls.

“You actually want to put on a show, huh?” You taste yourself in the fingers inside your mouth, albeit bitter, but you're too focused on his length that seemed to already reach the deepest part down there.

“[Y/N]- nngh, you're so tight.” He pulls you by the shoulder, smiling when he sees the look on your face, “...already fucked out?”

As if in a daze, you shake your head, “N-No...I-” Your whines grew into something pitiful, as you mindlessly ground your hips, desperate to make him move already, “Wanshi, Wanshi,”

He pulls his fingers away to grasp your chin, angling to kiss you. It's rough, it's soft, it's everything - the first proper kiss of tonight, you should've memorized it: his tongue, his lips, the outline.

“How pretty,” his chuckles passed through your ear and exited to the other, his eyes taking sight of you unraveling like this in his lap, “My pretty little slut.”

The slapping of skin. The sound of lips crashing onto each other. There are no lovers in this story. Only two individuals in one car, chasing the heights and highs of infatuation, drilled in the expanse of lust. One chases the thrill of sex, the other- no one knows. Wanshi could only behold this sight that only he can see alone, ingrained in his M.I.N.D.

His hand grips your hips, nails digging in so that he'll leave bruises in the morning. Latching on one mound, he sucks on it as if his life depended on it. Upon hearing your moan, Wanshi begins to thrust upwards.

“You like that, don't you, doctor?” A title that he's long forgotten in the past, now used for someone he adores, “I think you've done enough. Let me return your favor.”

He feels your pussy clench as he jerked to meet your movement. Low, breathy groans intertwined with whiny moans. You've probably forgotten your name now, as your mouth only calls out to the man fucking you full. Although he fucks you ruthlessly, his gaze seems gentle. Forget the world outside, or the people close — you endlessly chase this heavenly high.

“You're close.”

“Mmph, mmhm-” Your fingers find themselves tangled in his hair, your other hand holding onto his shirt. “I...I have o-one- ah, more request.”

“Say it.”

You looked up, exposing your neck. You've always fooled around with Wanshi, yet nothing but bruises hidden under uniforms and shirts. And right now...you're asking for something that seems different than the usual arrangement.

“Mark me,” you whispered, “please.”

It's a plead, not a request. But who was Wanshi to deny you, when you've asked so sweetly? Pulling you closer, one hand propped under your pussy and twiddling with your clit, Wanshi bares his teeth near your neck, breath fogging even your common sense.

“You will cum when I say so, [Y/N].” He hears you whine, “You better listen.”

You're listening all right. Not when the overstimulation clouds your judgment, not when you hear the suspicion on the outsider's faces, not when Wanshi starts to nip that specific side of your neck- you try not to cum. No, you were far better than that. You forgot that this was just an arrangement, a contract.

The first bite in your neck is painful, but it sends you to paradise. Your body shakes, an impending orgasm rushing to meet you. Wanshi wishes to extend his fun, but he knows you've done enough, too fucked out to make thorough judgments. And he hears the outsiders talk closer now.

“[Y/N],” it's warm, it's hot — your cunt, molded now into the shape of his cock, after being fucked by him multiple times now — he wishes he could stay that way, entrapped in your warmth, but he feels his own self-control wither, “I'm close.”

Your pussy trembles in response. With one last thought, he whispers in your ear, “Who's making you like this, hm?”

“W-Wanshi,”

Your last thought is white noise. His thumb rubs your clit messily, before the magic word arrives, “Cum.”

You do. Oblivious to the world, you come undone, come unraveled in Wanshi's lap, mouth babbling words that you would never say when you're sober. You forget you're a doctor, you forget he's a construct. You forget everything but Wanshi and his name.

Wanshi fucks you through your orgasms, the grip of your hand in his hair grounding him as thick cum fills your overstimulated cunt. He calls out your name, a low moan that echoes in your ear. One rational sense hears the outsiders going back into the car, seemingly driving away. The other is busy holding your slacked body against him, breathing into the afterglow.

You think it's ethereal: his messy hair, the golden glow of the streetlight haloing behind him by the car window, your bodies molding into one another, each catching your breaths. Your eyes grow heavy. You think you should wash away the cum that's stuffed full of his now-softening dick inside you, but weariness slowly consumes you.

When the dark consumes you, you feel a gentle caress on your cheek, paired something warm covering your naked body.

“Sleep well, Princess.”

Solemnity flutters in your chest.

The next moment you wake, your body is heavy. But your head is on something soft, a pillow propped under it. You try to sit up, but you realize a new set of clothes is on you.

“I cleaned you up, Princess.” Wanshi's voice answers the questions running through your head, “You were snoozing too peacefully even when I was dressing you up.”

He's now sitting properly in the driver's seat as if nothing hot happened to the both of you earlier. Amber eyes are trailed to the sea, the glow of the streetlight showing the contours of his face.

A faint blush dusts your cheeks, “Thank you...”

“Don't mention it. I think it's time for you to go back to work anyways, wouldn't want your patients to be left alone.”

As he starts the engine, you start to think. Did you want to go back to the Star of Life now? The night seemed so early, and you wanted to spend more time with him. It wasn't part of the contract, right? A tug in your chest begs to be noticed, wanting him to notice it for himself.

His hand is on the stick shift. You reached out and held it. He looks at you, and you stare at his amber irises.

“Wanshi,” you breathed, “kiss me.”

“...did I not fuck the brattiness out of you earlier?”

The blush on your cheek deepened. “W-Wanshi...!”

He laughs genuinely now. You tug on his hand once more. Looking at you, he silently licks his lips. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” You spoke, “Kiss me, Wanshi.”

He's the first to reach out and cup your cheeks. Doing the favor to lean closer, foreheads touching, you closed your eyes. You feel his lips - cold, soft, wanting to be warm - before he closed the gap.

This kiss is softer, sweeter now. You wondered once if this contract would morph into something better, something warmer. But his kiss is now something you could equally call desperation, a want distinct to lust. You've both waited for this. He tilts your face, only to deepen the kiss.

Hesitantly, you pull away when you part for air. You opened your eyes to find Wanshi's lips swollen, a blush mirroring your own. Your hand is still with his. He doesn't move away.

“I'll...take you back to the hospital now.”

“I want to stay with you.” You squeezed his hand, “let's drive for now.”

And maybe you would talk a bit more than just drive.

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