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NSFW WARNING — MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Will contain some NSFW. But mostly fluff.

“You're so pretty, Chrome.”

Through fluttering lashes, you looked up to find calm cerulean eyes already on you. With a quiet laugh, Chrome closes his eyes.

Warm fingers find themselves on your bare skin, on the side of your hips, slowly pulling your shirt up. You gasp at the sensation, a slow drag of Chrome's hips on yours.

“Not as pretty as you.”

On a quiet morning, before responsibilities would call you, you were long preoccupied underneath the comforts of your blanket. Weary legs tangled with another, tired hands curled on his chest, your heavy weight on top of Chrome—what a good morning, you thought.

Watching as dust settles on his eyelashes, the artificial light of Babylonia's sun on his eyes, your heart leaps at the beauty in front of you. As you intently watched his face, for a moment, you felt Chrome's cock throb inside of you, making you quietly moan. In the quiet atmosphere, Chrome wraps his arms around you. Without a warning, he effortlessly holds you as he puts you on top.

It took a while, albeit both of your sleepy states, until he finds you right on top of him. Perfectly contented with your current position, you exhale—settling your head on the crook of his neck.

“Mm...” Chrome mutters, lips finding the shell of your ear, “Good morning, Commandant.”

You giggle as he lightly blows on your ear. “Good morning, Chrome.”

“How are you this fine morning?”

His hand lightly brushes the side of your face, before placing it on your hair. Tangling a few strands in between the gaps of his fingers, massaging your scalp, running through until your hair spills on your back. You've liked it this way; gentle hands caressing you, gentle hands comfortably touching you.

“My sleep was great. However, as soon as I woke up, someone was quite needy today,” you hum, “So I couldn't leave him hanging.”

His chest rumbles with a low chuckle, your pussy fluttering around the cock that was buried inside of you. Although he hasn't moved, he fits you perfectly, snugly wrapped in your warm and leaky cunt. Chrome groans, before his free hand drags along the curve of your back.

“Really, must have been disturbing your free time, then?”

“Never,” you assure, “He never disturbs me.”

Such morning routines still remain the same, yet it still takes your breath away. You rise from your position, cerulean eyes watching you, before propping your hand on his chest, leaning onto him.

“So, Chrome, what are your plans today?”

Chrome thinks. And while he does, you watch him. Messy blonde bed hair, calculative cerulean irises that shone brighter than ever. Soft skin that feels so warm on your palm—Chrome has always been so perfect.

“I don't know yet. But I think you have plans already.”

“Really? Why do you think so?”

He lightly flicks your nose. “You're studying me.”

“Can I not study my handsome husband?”

He throbs. You moan softly. With a laugh, Chrome leans closer to you. “Using that word on me already, [Y/N]?”

It's not official — but sometimes, you like to imagine. “Well...I like the way it curls on my tongue.”

You point to your open mouth, muttering, “Hus. Band.”

“Does marriage cross your mind now, hm?”

You pause. Marriage, a union. Husband and wife. Such words are not foreign to you and Chrome, as you've already discussed those ideas. However, with the state of the world, you wonder if it was still valid for a union while everything else is falling apart.

“It does.” You said, “It has been a while now.”

You expected a laugh. But instead, he brings your hand to his mouth. Quietly, watching as he lightly kisses your thumb, your index, middle, and pinky fingers. Chrome doesn't break eye contact, lips pressed on the pad of your ring finger, on the tip of it, all the way down to the base.

You swallow. Two quiet breaths mingling in a bedroom. But it feels full somehow, a small smile on your lover's lips.

“Would you like to get married, my [Y/N]?”

Only a fool would decline such a proposal.

“I want to.” You grin, “I want to get married to you, Chrome.”

Chrome doesn't hesitate. Closing the gap in between the both of you, he kisses you like he's been depraved of water. Breathing through his nose, kissing you, hands holding you tightly.

And Chrome loves you. Loves you enough to pull away and let you breathe, loves you enough as your breathing mingles with his, and enough to make him crumble—

“My [Y/N],” he laughs, “You should have told me earlier.”

You giggle as you feel his hands slither back to your hips. “Only if you let me move now.”

But like the gentleman he is, he thrusts into you, grinning as he watches your expression.

“Let me take care of you instead, [Y/N].”

You could only hold onto him as Chrome starts to move, the slow drag of his cock along your quivering walls. In this position, you could feel him even deeper, toes curling as the tip constantly hits your sweet spot.

Chrome captures your lips as he ruts into you, your muffled moans and his audible groans. His hands tightly grasp your hips, the telltale of your orgasm impending.

“I love you,” he quietly whispers in your ear, in between battered breaths.

And you do. Holding onto his cheeks, “I love you, too, Chrome—”

His warmth, the fullness of him inside of you, and Chrome alone made you fall apart. Following you closely, ropes of cum painted your walls full. So much for a sensitive morning.

But still Chrome cradles you in his palm, nose rubbing yours. “Well...good morning again, Commandant.”

In the afterglow of the Babylonian sun, you smile at Chrome, “Good morning, Chrome.”

Somewhere in the room, a shiny piece of diamond glints prettily, hidden in a small box. Maybe at the right time.

A.N. - HI IM ALIVE YES

Been SUPER busy with school and real life responsibilities HUEHEUE

might be posting again soon aaaaa see u!!

— starry

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my dream as a fanfic writer is to write a story which people want to talk to me about and send asks about afterwards and discuss things the characters did and the symbolism and meanings behind certain lines and I'll be all "hehe thanks" but irl I'll be in literal tears because I wrote something that means something to someone

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slides into ur anon asks

.. part two of the roland fist fucking fic ☺️☺️☺️☺️ [on my knees begging]

only if you say please, dear anon 😝 but nonetheless, your wish is my command

part 1 of long distance enemy romance with Roland

WARNING/S: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. NSFW THEMES: mutual masturbation that leads to something else. phone sex (?). voyuerism. fem!bodied reader. also pervert reader HAHAHA

divider by: @/saradika-graphics

Roland is an eye-candy.

Ashen hair, heterochromia eyes, a sexy build— who wouldn't fall for a guy like him? Only fools do.

Lucky for him, you were a fool. A complete fool for him.

Side note: a completely perverted fool for him.

You intently watch the comms, fingers throbbing in your lap as Roland frustratingly jerks off. A year after being in the military, you were told your hearing deteriorates fast, but damn, you could hear heaven's trumpet as Roland moans through.

Fucking hell, that man.

Itching as you felt your panties soak through, your hole quivering as you noticed Roland had been using your gift as intended. The rise and fall of his chest, the way his face contorts into pure pleasure as he frustratingly fucks his fist—god, you wished you were in his lap instead.

Although you could have been direct to the point, but still, you decided to up your game and become a complete pervert for Roland. It wouldn't hurt to touch yourself, wouldn't it?

Quietly slipping off your panties, threads of your arousal coat them, making you curse underneath your breath. But your eyes are too busy looking back at the delicious scene in front of you.

As Roland continues to jerk off in his seat, you spread your legs open. Two of your fingers find themselves on your labia. Cautiously pressing pressure on the slit, you softly moaned as you heard Roland call for your name.

“Roland...”

You unconsciously jerked your hips as you parted your folds, fingers grazing your clit. Rubbing it directly, one of your hands unbuttoned your uniform, letting loose of your free breasts. What a fine time to be half naked in your makeshift tent, then.

But oh, in your perverted mind, you couldn't help but imagine if in that situation, Roland was there to help.

What if he was lifting your hips off of the chair and into his lap, your body reactive to the sensitive call of your aching pussy as you imagined his hungry gaze on your figure. How dirty, how obscene—an esteemed commandant lusting over an Ascendant, out of everyone else?

Imagine the covers of the magazine if it were to come true—Naughty Commandant being a whore for an Enemy. How great would that be?

Roland growls your name, making two of your fingers slip inside of your empty, wet hole. You cry out his name in a daze, deliriously imagining it was his hand in there instead.

As you watch the camera feed pan to him, with battered breaths and the pace of Roland stuttering as he jerks off, you realize it must be the end, then. Oh well, it was enough for you, at least your fantasy would continue as you were the one to jerk off to him now.

With two fingers on your aching pussy, palm rubbing your clit, you pathetically jerk off in your empty little cabin. Your life choices may be poor at this rate, but you wanted—no, needed Roland more than ever.

Three fingers now prodding at your core, you wondered how it would have been if it were Roland's fingers instead. Would he be gentle to you, teasing your quivering clit? Or would he ravage you instead, torturing you as he mercilessly bullies your hole, long fingers deep into your core?

Fuck, fuck—the ideas are endless, and you wanted nothing more but Roland, Roland, Roland.

But before you could even watch more, your comms glitched, and the screen went dark. But the squelch of your pussy urged you to keep going, despite the disappointment. Moaning his name, over and over and—

“Oh, so this is what you do, Commandant?”

Like a deer in the headlights, you froze. Even with your fingers inside of you, you could only watch in horror as a familiar figure stood near your door frame.

“How naughty, little Commandant,” Roland chuckles, “I thought you had some proper decorum. Instead, you're like this.”

You squealed, your insides squeezing your drenched fingers as well, as you watch Roland saunter into the room, sitting on your bed.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Finish what you're doing.”

You couldn't deny that you were still incredibly turned on, with some of your arousal dripping onto the chair. But as you watched Roland eye you with the same hunger, you couldn't help but finish what you were doing—three fingers fucking your hole.

“What an interesting turn of events, hmm?” He laughs, eyes never taking off of you, “I was wondering why there was a pesky little fly watching me.”

You whined as he accentuated his words, intimidated in the way he looked at you, “S-shut up...I was s-spying on you.”

“Should a spy have her slutty fingers in her pussy then?” You moaned out loud as he spoke, “What a whore you are, Commandant.”

Roland approached you, as you instinctively curled your fingers, your orgasm waiting to be released deep in your tummy. You watched him with tears in your eyes as he looked down on you, as if begging. “R-Roland...”

“How pathetic, dear,” He chuckled, “What a pathetic, needy little Commandant you are.”

Trying to warn him of your impending orgasm, Roland reached out to cup your breasts, further amplifying your need to cum.

“Well, Commandant,” His evil smirk spurs you on, “You will cum for me, right?”

With one last moan of his name, you came to the sound of his voice, fingers slipped out of your hole, squirting all over him. But Roland, oh—

Replacing your fingers, he fucks his own fingers into yours, continuing your orgasm and squirting even more. Crying from sensitivity, you could only hear Roland's laughter.

“My dear Commandant, don't just pass out on me yet; we've only just begun.”

writing in the bathroom, while taking a shower, with 10%, how nice LOL

— starry

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“What if the princess saved the prince first?”

The ebony-haired man smiles at you, “then, that's a new spin to fairytales.”

One summer afternoon in Babylonia, the smell of roses and jasmine fills the library. It's a particularly slow day; very few readers tend to their own books, some sleeping on the bean bags.

Although you should have been clearing the piles of books that the people left at the tables, you were busy laying on someone's lap, listening to the lull of his voice.

“Have you ever read something like that, Noan?”

Pausing to the sound of your voice, Noan closes the book slightly. “Mm, I can't remember much.”

“But you do agree with my statement, right?”

“A princess saving a prince is a very doable idea,” he hums, “I would read it again and again.”

“I'm glad you think so!” You beam at him, “Because honestly, the stories of saving women are too common.”

Through fluttering lashes, you look up at the man. Sunlight lands lightly on his shoulders, a peek of his glinting armor despite the cover of his scarf. You've known Noan for a while now, being one of the very few people—Construct?—to take up a job in the library. It's not much of a tedious task, yet it's such a mundane job. And you were surprised to see someone who was also interested in the traditional art of library keeping like you.

Such notions fall deaf in your mind, then, as you watch Noan breathe through his nose, the upward curl of his mouth as he exhales. He is careful not to let the book fall onto your face, mechanical hands holding onto the covers.

“What're you thinking of?” Noan looks down at you, soft golden eyes on yours.

“Ah,” your voice falters the moment he has his attention on you, “Um, well. I wondered how the story would go.”

“How will it go, then?”

You ponder for a moment, your fingers twiddling anxiously, “The prince went through a lot of ordeals...but the princess is strong in her resolve.”

Noan closes the book, placing it on his side. “I'm interested, tell me more.”

“...the princess, having pity on the prince, decided to save him. She would drag him back to her kingdom and nurse him back to health.”

“What happens afterwards?”

Ah, you've reached a blank point. You sighed, “I ran out of ideas.”

Noan, as ethereal as he is, softens at your words. With a small laugh, he reaches out to play with the strands of hair that covers your eyes.

“Alright, then, I think I know how to help.”

“Will be a story maker today, then?”

He hums. Noan's gaze, although focused, never once made you feel uncomfortable. Instead, it is soft, it is sweet—tracing the apple of your cheek, down to the corners of your jaw, he quietly mutters, “The prince, having to know of the princess' mercy, wanted to repay her, yet could not think of a way on how to. He helps her with what she needs, guides her on what she wishes, and grants her peace and happiness.”

“And then...?”

“And then, he heard of a story, about a precious treasure. He wishes to leave the place in search of the treasure to gift to the princess.”

“What? But isn't he not fully healed yet?” You gasp, “He shouldn't do that!”

“Yes, but the prince wanted to repay her.”

“He shouldn't do that!” Without a thought, you reach out to cup Noan's cheeks, surprising him as well, “He'll only get hurt. The princess...wouldn't want that!”

When the fog of uncertainty clears, you realize the gravity of the situation, recognizing your hand on Noan's surprised face. Attempting to pull away, Noan stops you.

“Wait,” and he calls your name in the softest sound, one that makes your heart crack, “Do you pity...the prince?”

The afternoon mist warms your cheeks. “I do, Noan.”

With the quietest sigh, Noan mutters, “then, does that mean you pity me?”

“I do.” You admit, but the smile on your lips is evident, “But that doesn't undermine your efforts to get through this far. Noan, you must have gone through a lot, yet the fact that you're still here...”

In the quietest echo of the library, you could only laugh, “...that I am sharing this space with you, it is proof that you are meant to be here. The princess wouldn't want her prince to leave off it meant him harm.”

“...is that so?”

“I wouldn't want to see you hurt, Noan.”

In the midst of the summer afternoon heat, Noan brings your enclosed hand to his cold lips, the lightest press to the back of your hand, and to your open palm. “You really must be the true story maker, and the princess of it, [Y/N].”

You laugh at his words. “How so?”

With one last glint of his golden eyes at you, you don't miss his words. “You saved me, after all.”

OMG IVE BEEN SO BUSY I FORGOT TO WRITE?? HAHAHA my pile of drafts is not ✨giving✨

anyways sorri for the late update, hi I am alive (probably) I hope this warm up draft of mine can feed yall delulu. hopefully I can get back to writing because my tendency to wish the drafts are good is coming back, and I hope this one can also abolish that thought HUHUH

I totally did not write this while I'm standing at the foot of my bed, refusing to lie down until I post this

— starry

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comments on fanfics

I thought about writing this post for a long time and decided, fuck it, I'm gonna write this.

All over my dash I see people being disappointed because nobody is leaving comments on ao3 anymore/rebloging things on tumblr.

And the only thing I can think about this is: it's so true.

Two weeks ago I posted the epilog of my 60k words fanfic (I've been writing on it for almost a year and got some positive feedback on it) and I got ZERO comments, or kudos on the epilog.

I can see that people kicked on it, but I have no idea whether they liked it or not. (And I used to get a comment on my story now and then)

Last week I posted the first extra chapter (I planned three of these) and also got no reaction.

No I'm just sitting here, wondering if my writing is just true shit.

This is also the reason I was hesitate to post this. Maybe it's not the people and just that shithole of a story I've been writing.

Things like are just running around my head now and must say that the motivation to even finish those extra chapters is gone.

GUYS, IF YOU LIKE A FANFIC PLEASE LET THE AUTHOR KNOW, IT MEANS SO MUCH TO THEM.

So if you read a good story, not some bullshit like mine, write that comment.

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wtf that art looks so gooooddddd

Chrome & Nitsu (oc by @japanitsu)

I hope you like it! (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)❤️

After many things, I finally had the time and inspiration to continue 😅

I'm sorry this is taking me a long time, the stylus on my tablet broke and I'm trying to get used to using a graphics tablet... 😓

I will post them one by one as I finish them 🤗✨

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so pretty!! I love the colors!! I love her design!! I love your art!! I love!! everything!!!!!!!

Her.

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inspired by this and this

The smell of something fragrant fills your nostrils.

Sautéed onions, scallions...it roused you from your short nap. Fumbling through the comforts of your duvet, you try to find the source of that delicious smell. It makes you imagine your favorite fried noodles, or buttered chicken, or even your katsudon—

But wait: who was cooking in your base?

You hope to God it's not Lucia.

As much as you loved your teammate, you could hopefully give her proper cooking seminars in order to fix her rather...peculiar cooking habits.

Forcing yourself awake, you quickly stumbled through the covers and rushed to the kifchen. Upon rushing out of the room, sudden bright lights nearly blind you— before adjusting to the light, you find the kitchen occupied.

And a certain blonde man with turquoise eyes greets you awake.

“Hello, Commandant,” Chrome's soft voice echoes through the room, “I'm sorry, did I wake you?”

Under the golden light of the kitchen bulbs, Chrome's figure is ethereal in your eyes— his softened features, shoulders relaxed, and his tall figure over the stove. You couldn't help but notice how nice he looks, a white turtleneck and slacks, with a black apron over it. You rub your eyes; Strike Hawk's Team Captain is really standing and cooking in the Gray Raven base.

“...Chrome?”

“Yes, it's me.” He said, placing a cup over the glassware, “are you surprised to see me?”

Curious, you tiptoe over to where he is cooking. On the stove, a recently finished cooked scallion and garnish is on the pan. On his side, six cups are placed on the glassware. You look up to him, wanting for an answer.

“You were talking in your sleep,” He said, reaching over to caress your cheek with his index finger, “I figured I could have cooked it for you, and maybe wake you up after. But since you're already here...”

Oh, you now remember that you invited Chrome over for the night. A blush creeps to your cheeks, flustered to find out about your midnight cravings. “I'm so sorry, I didn't think I'd disturb you with that instead...”

“Don't be, [Y/N],” Chrome speaks of your name in such a differently soft tone that it makes your heart skip a beat, “I want to do this for you.”

He picks up another cup that you didn't notice, pouring it to the cups on the glassware. Not wanting to sit and stare, you decided to look around and see if there was something else you could do.

“It's okay, [Y/N], you can just wait for me in the dining area.”

“I want to be of help at least,” you cough, “after all, it was me who made you do this in the first place.”

So that was how your early morning went: helping around Chrome as he cooks for the both of you. Watching the way he prepares the noodles, helping him chop the needed ingredients, as he towers behind you, skillful hands on yours to guide you, a few quips and teases as you both worked— you never felt so hungry for something that someone made for you, something you've always wanted to feel. And now, the man is setting your food on the kitchen aisle, the both of you not bothering to move to the dining area.

The moment is raw— your bare feet on the kitchen floors in contrast to his own, the kind light shining over Chrome's handsome face as he laughs at your antics, his hands that gently gives you the plate of food. How pretty. How intriguing.

“If this is a dream, I never want to wake up.”

“It's not a dream,” Chrome assures, sliding over the mouthwatering soufflé to you, “this food is for you.”

Scallion oil noodles and soufflé. Seems like you didn't have to watch your mukbang videos at 3 am anymore. You laugh at your situation, to which Chrome looks at you with affection.

“What's so funny?”

“You didn't really have to wake up and cook this for me, y'know.” You smile at him, taking a bite out of your noodles with the chopsticks, “we could have done this in the morning.”

Chrome doesn't say anything. Instead, he reaches out, touching your cheek with his palm. As you lean into his touch with a hum, he could only move a little closer to you. No word could describe the way he looks at you in this ungodly hour— it is nothing but affection, a warm kind of expression that could only make your stomach turn into knots.

“[Y/N], I wish to do this for you whenever you want. You could ask me to make a cake at 3 am, or pick you up some tarts at 11 pm.”

He leans toward you, forehead touching, “Let me do anything you want. This is how I want to show my unwavering loyalty and love to you.”

Ah, it always makes you wonder what you've done to be blessed with such a kind, loving man. Amidst all the dangers and perils that await you, you were thankful to the gods that always listened to you—

You wanted Chrome to unravel the knot inside of you, tugging it away, wrapping yourself in his embrace and hopefully keeping yourself hidden there. Chrome's love blankets you in ungodly hours of the morning, and he is always there to welcome you awake.

And so, you kiss him— tasting the savory taste of the noodles and the sweetest chocolate in his lips, breathing in the air he has, grasping into his clothes and hair and wherever your hands could reach. It's warmer this way, that makes your toes curl, that makes the kiss deeper, evident in the way Chrome's hands were tightly holding your hips.

When he reluctantly pulls away, noses touching and lips refusing to fully pull away, seems like a different hunger begins to gnaw inside of you.

“Mmn, Chrome...”

“...yes, [Y/N]?”

“...stay a little longer?”

His hands on the lower part of your back is his answer.

“...as you wish, [Y/N].”

look I just want a guy who is willing to cook me breakfast and lunch and dinner too so he can be my dessert for all of those times :D

— starry

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reblog if it's okay for your mutuals to message you and create an actual friendship, not just interactions

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Finally cross-posted the fics for events! Stay tuned for more~

Chapters: 4/? Fandom: 战双帕弥什 | Punishing: Gray Raven, 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Commandant/Lee (Punishing: Gray Raven), Chrome/Commandant (Punishing: Gray Raven), Commandant/Roland (Punishing: Gray Raven), Commandant/Wanshi (Punishing: Gray Raven), Commandant/Kamui (Punishing: Gray Raven), Camu/Commandant (Punishing: Gray Raven), Female Commandant (Punishing: Gray Raven)/Other(s), Commandant/Noan (Punishing: Gray Raven), Female Commandant/Other(s), Commandant/Vonnegut (Punishing: Gray Raven), Commandant/Noctis (Punishing: Gray Raven), Zhongli/Reader, Baizhu/Reader, Tighnari/Reader, Alhaitham/reader, Diluc/Reader, kazuha/reader - Relationship, Ayato/Reader, Albedo/Reader, Venti/Reader, Neuvillette/Reader, Wriothesley/Reader - Relationship, lyney/reader Characters: Lee (Punishing: Gray Raven), Chrome (Punishing: Gray Raven), Kamui (Punishing: Gray Raven), Wanshi (Punishing: Gray Raven), Camu (Punishing: Gray Raven), Noan (Punishing: Gray Raven), Vonnegut (Punishing: Gray Raven), Watanabe (Punishing: Gray Raven), Noctis (Punishing: Gray Raven), Zhongli (Genshin Impact), Alhaitham (Genshin Impact), Tighnari (Genshin Impact), Baizhu (Genshin Impact) Additional Tags: Kinktober 2023, Valentines 2024 Summary:

A cross-posting of the fics I made during events! Starting in Kinktober 2023.

Featured Characters for Week 1: PGR : { Chrome: Glory, Kamui: Tenebrion & Camu: Crocotta, Wanshi: Hypnos }

Genshin Impact : { Zhongli, Baizhu, Tighnari }

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Chapters: 4/? Fandom: 战双帕弥什 | Punishing: Gray Raven, 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Commandant/Lee (Punishing: Gray Raven), Chrome/Commandant (Punishing: Gray Raven), Commandant/Roland (Punishing: Gray Raven), Commandant/Wanshi (Punishing: Gray Raven), Commandant/Kamui (Punishing: Gray Raven), Camu/Commandant (Punishing: Gray Raven), Female Commandant (Punishing: Gray Raven)/Other(s), Commandant/Noan (Punishing: Gray Raven), Female Commandant/Other(s), Commandant/Vonnegut (Punishing: Gray Raven), Commandant/Noctis (Punishing: Gray Raven), Zhongli/Reader, Baizhu/Reader, Tighnari/Reader, Alhaitham/reader, Diluc/Reader, kazuha/reader - Relationship, Ayato/Reader, Albedo/Reader, Venti/Reader, Neuvillette/Reader, Wriothesley/Reader - Relationship, lyney/reader Characters: Lee (Punishing: Gray Raven), Chrome (Punishing: Gray Raven), Kamui (Punishing: Gray Raven), Wanshi (Punishing: Gray Raven), Camu (Punishing: Gray Raven), Noan (Punishing: Gray Raven), Vonnegut (Punishing: Gray Raven), Watanabe (Punishing: Gray Raven), Noctis (Punishing: Gray Raven), Zhongli (Genshin Impact), Alhaitham (Genshin Impact), Tighnari (Genshin Impact), Baizhu (Genshin Impact) Additional Tags: Kinktober 2023, Valentines 2024 Summary:

A cross-posting of the fics I made during events! Starting in Kinktober 2023.

Featured Characters for Week 1: PGR : { Chrome: Glory, Kamui: Tenebrion & Camu: Crocotta, Wanshi: Hypnos }

Genshin Impact : { Zhongli, Baizhu, Tighnari }

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such a pretty OC!! love the way you draw Eva and the details on the jacket!!

Borrowing boyfriend's clothes never gets old, I don't take criticism

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YOUR LAST POST WAS AMAZING! Just him shifting from rough and dominant to soft and sweet WAS SO HOT. Truly unlocked something in me, keep it up!! I love your work!

hello anon, thank you so much for reading!! sorry for replying this late LOL I'm thankful that you have read my work! 🧡🧡

in case y'all missed this drabble of f!commandant (reader) wearing Hyperreal Lee's jacket [NSFW]

update: sorri wrong link 🥲

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✧。◟ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ! — PGR Men x reader

last night, I laid in bed so blue / then I realized the truth!

summary // how do your favorite constructs kiss you?

a.n. - post Valentine's post :D I've been so busy with irl lately, I only just got back on my Tumblr 🫠 how'd your valentine's go?(I had a date with my school project :'D so peinful)

pairing(s) - lee, chrome, wanshi, kamui, camu, watanabe, noan, roland, noctis x f!commandant (and can be gender neutral!) (separate!)

content // suggestive LOL basically how your favorite playable characters would kiss you scenarios~

dividers by @/saradika-graphics!

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Lee: Hyperreal

Kissing Lee is like breathing.

Inhaling, in the way his hands are on your jaw, the little smile on your lips when his breath fans yours. Breathing in, the smell of the cologne you've gifted him makes you dizzy in a good way, the softest brush of his mouth on the corner of your lips. Taking in, the taste of chocolate; bitter as the coffee you made the first time, yet morphs into something so sweet as sugar cookies, and you can feel him smiling as your lips meet, savoring every drop he offers—

Exhaling, as Lee pulls away to give you air, foreheads touching, because you are both too intertwined to move away from one another.

“We made quite a mess here,” you giggled.

The newly-made kitchen of the Gray Raven base is as messy as a child's breakfast: pots and pans strung everywhere, chocolates and other liquids splattered all over the counter, the drain is probably clogging for some reason (it was Lee's fault), and there was a burnt cake placed somewhere (your fault) but you both never minded those.

“I told you to let me handle all the baking,” Lee huffs, thumbs unconsciously caressing your jaw, “You had to be so stubborn.”

“I knew what I was doing,” you pout, “You always follow the recipe, even though you could just do some feeling!”

“I am starting to doubt your feelings. Remember the first-”

“-not another word.”

“Okay, okay, I'm sorry to burst your bubble.” Lee smiles at you, hands now placed beside your legs on the table you sat on, “We might as well clean up and just order something else.”

“Nooo,” you whine, tugging on his 'Kiss the Cook' apron, “The last cake is in the oven. It'll be done. I promise, it will taste yummy.”

Your lover laughs, his head rubbing your cheek, “Remind me again why we are baking?”

“It was supposed to be my surprise for you for Valentine's.” You admit, sighing, “You had to come and ruin it.”

Everything feels natural; his body fills in the gaps in yours. His head rests on your neck, your hand on his cheek and hair, his arms on your waist. You breathe in the same air, laughing off the smell of the burnt cake from earlier.

“I'm sorry,” he softly murmurs, his lips lightly kissing your neck, “...at least I get to take you out tonight.”

“Tonight?” Did you have a plan for tonight?

“Yes. I reserved a table for us at the restaurant you like.”

What a surprise. Pulling away to look at Lee's cerulean eyes, you somehow realized something:

“I thought you hated dining outside of our lounge.”

“I do,” Lee purses his lips, before sighing, “but I know we've been busy and you wanted to eat outside. Besides, it's still practical because of the restaurant's offer for Valentine's.”

Ah, this man is so smooth. You already knew that it wasn't just for that reason. Leaning to press your lips into his, you could feel your heart leap out of joy. You could hear the ting of the oven, but you never cared. You only wanted Lee's kiss— Lee's love, in the form of inhaling, taking in, exhaling.

“Commandant,” Lee pulls away slightly, whispering, “the cake-”

“I love you, Lee,” you giggled, hands threading in his hair as you purposely let your leg catch that particular spot that made him shudder, “You're so sly.”

“...You better finish what you've started, Commandant.”

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Chrome: Glory

Kissing Chrome is needy.

It's hot, it's heavy— his hands that grasped your shoulders, almost afraid you'd disappear if he wasn't careful; yet, still so gentle— his lips on yours are so soft, you feel like you'd melt if he wasn't holding you.

“I missed you,” Chrome mumbles when he parted from yours for air, “I missed you so damn much.”

It's not a common occurrence for the both of you to be away from each other. He was the Captain of Strike Hawk, and you had your own team. But to be away from the public eye, to be in some random corner of the streets, as your heavy breathing mingled with one another and your bodies touching, you remember that you couldn't be away from your lover far too long now.

“I missed you, Chrome, I missed you, too.” You could sob from the intensity of your situation, hands reaching for whatever part of him—his shoulders, his arms, his cheek— “Thank God, I can finally see you.”

“Me too,” Chrome breathes, placing a kiss on the crown of your head, “I couldn't wait any longer.”

“Do you still have more appointments?”

“I do,” he groans, frustration evident on his pretty face, “I still have to meet a few more people...”

“I'm sorry.”

“Don't be,” Chrome is the one who apologizes instead, starry eyed twinkling that made you frown instead.

It's always busy and no rest days. Apart from your lover being such a dependable leader, sometimes, your greed makes you want to steal him away. But alas, as you caress his cheek, the cool touch of his skin underneath your fingertips, it makes you lean onto him, lips kissing his jaw.

“[Y/N]...?”

“I missed your touch,” You admit, hands now on his cheeks, “I missed your face. I missed your hands, your kisses— I don't want to be away from you longer.”

Was it your position that somehow made you hot? Or was it the way Chrome leaned more into you, kisses reaching every inch of your face, to your chin, to your exposed jaw— you stifle a quiet moan, as Chrome nips at a particularly sensitive spot on your neck, something that you've never touched before, something that was a step closer into your relationship.

“I am trying so hard not to overwhelm you, [Y/N]. I missed you so badly,” Chrome groans, “but finally seeing you, finally being able to touch you...I want to show you how much I missed you, but I'm afraid it'll be too much...”

“Don't stop,” Boldly, you proclaimed, hands running through his hair, disrupting it into a messy one, “Let's go home, Chrome. Show me how much you've missed me, and I'll show you mine.”

Pulling away so slightly, Chrome's turquoise irises reflecting a darker shade amidst the light from the crack of the corner. In between those eyes and your pending responsibilities, you already made your decision. As you feel Chrome's hold on your hips, you pressed your lips to him.

“I hope you'll stay true to that offer, [Y/N].”

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚Wanshi: Hypnos

Kissing Wanshi is dreamy.

In the tender tones of daylight, the artificial sun bleeding into your skin. There are too many touches all at once, but neither the two of you bother to pull away. Wanshi's lips find your skin without a hassle, humming when you swallow your laughs. He's everywhere— your hand, your arm, your shoulder, the dip of your breasts, your clavicle— everywhere but your face.

“Wanshi,” you purred, never bothering to open your eyes, “you're so needy...”

“Hush, let me dream a bit longer,” your lover sighs in your neck, nibbling your skin, “it's not everyday I get to kiss you like this.”

“We'll both be late at this point. Didn't you say Captain Chrome warned you already?”

“He already put those rules before,” he pauses, yawning, arms now wrapped possessively around your waist, “I'm exempted.”

“I won't be surprised if you get to be deprived of your capsule for another week...”

“Hey, this is about us today,” he murmurs, lightly kissing the side of your neck, “I don't want to hear another man's name in our bed...”

Your lover never learns. But still, you couldn't help but laugh at his antics. It's his problem anyways, not yours. As you giggle, your hand finds itself cupping Wanshi's soft cheeks, squeezing it.

“Wanshi, darling, we really need to get up soon. I also have work.”

You could feel Wanshi pouting against your skin. Without a warning, he gets on top of you, golden eyes looking at you. “Five minutes. Give me five more minutes, and I'll let you go.”

As you were about to ask what he meant, Wanshi leans down to capture your lips with his. You squeak from surprise, but in the end, you couldn't help but submit to his whims. His soft lips, the love that permeates from him, slipping in so deeply into you as you felt yourself buried deeper into the sheets. Your hand finds his, intertwining as he leads it above your head. Forget your job, forget that it's another shitty work day; it's only you and Wanshi, in your bed, and his dreamy kisses.

You love Wanshi, and you'd always pick him, despite his sleepy circumstances, despite everything else.

“Mm...Wanshi, give me more than five minutes.” You mutter, letting your legs wrap around his waist, pressing into him.

“Oh?”

“Yes, nngh, you win this time. Now, give me more kisses.”

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Kamui: Tenebrion

Kissing Kamui is like catching the sun in both hands.

More like a surprise; playful shouting as he wins another round of your favorite game, leaving you dumbfounded in your chair. You love your man so much that you'd rather see him with that goofy smile on his face. But sometimes, some victories feel like they are being rubbed hard on your face.

“Haha! This is the third time now!”

“Alright, alright,” you shrug, placing the controller down, watching Kamui lead out of his seat, “You win.”

“Does this mean I get to have the seat for a week?”

“A month, too, if you want,” you shrug again, “Congratulations, Kamui.”

It's his playful character that made you fall for him in the first place— a unique laughter, the way his eyes crinkled with delight, how Kamui's feet would curl. But unbeknownst to him, however, you had another trick on your sleeve.

“Time for a free round!”

“No, thank you,” you flutter your eyes at him, “I'd like to see you play for now. I might get you next time if I watch your movements.”

Kamui laughs instead, making your stomach jump, “Babe, just watch, then. But I'm sure that I'll win again like always.”

As Kamui positions, your plan goes into play. He won't win against you, the real mastermind of the game.

Kamui's eyes glimmer as he focuses intently on the game. Somehow, in the middle of scoring another new record, his mind lands on you.

“[Y/N]? You seem qui-”

When he turns his head, he is met with a surprise kiss on his lips. Kissing Kamui always felt like reaching for the sun in your hands, especially this way: the surprised sound from his lips when they met yours, the softest yet so hot as he absentmindedly drops his console, reaching to hold you; Kamui doesn't hesitate to kiss you back with the same intensity— tongue tasting his favorite drink on yours, the smell of your perfume, and the dizzying heat when he refuses the pull away, in spite of your little plan.

You squeak when Kamui gently pushes you onto the sofa, him breaking away to find your saliva strung together on both of your lips. The game plays in the background, forgotten as Kamui straddles you. Looking back at his glinting eyes, you seem to miss this in your equation.

“Really, [Y/N]?”

“Y-you didn't have to- I-I thought you'd-”

“Tsk, tsk,” Kamui laughs, thumb caressing your swollen lips, “[Y/N], you already knew I'd let you win. I guess you'll be getting your present early, then~”

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚Camu: Crocotta

Kissing Camu is like snow on the beach.

So rare, so sudden. It's the rumble of the vending machine of some unknown brand, dropping a new kind of food. Was it edible?

“So they really did put up these things.”

It's the low sound of Camu's husky voice surprising you on a random sunny afternoon. You quickly pick up the food, presenting it in front of him, “Do you mean this?”

Camu takes the food from your hand. It's a cake in a can, you presume, as it is written boldly on the cover. Squinting his eyes, Camu effortlessly tears off the lid without the use of the safety pin. At this point, such a scenario no longer surprises you.

“A cake in the can?”

“A cake in the can.” Camu affirms, giving it back to you, “It was a staple for the Japanese vending machines back in the Golden Age.”

The little treat (although forced open) seemed cute. Using the spoon provided, you took a few bites. Immediately, a yummy flavor pours into your mouth, making you squeal with joy. You quickly taste more.

“Mmh! It's so sweet~!”

“Yeah, they're usually really sweet.”

Taking a large spoonful, you hold it out to Camu. “Would you like some?”

Hesitant. Camu looks at you, somehow judging you (do you usually hold out food to random people?), yet cautiously leans down to your height. His eyes never leave yours as he takes a bite, even until he gulps it down. Your eyes twinkle as you notice your joy reflected in his, signaling the sweet taste of the dessert.

“What do you think?”

“...it is very sweet.”

“I really want to eat more of this~” you grin, “let me order-”

Camu holds your shoulder, causing you to stop. When you turned to look back at him, focused dark eyes looked at you.

“Wait.”

Camu leans forward, his face inches away from yours. As you feel your temperature grow higher, you only notice Camu's thumb caress the corner of your mouth.

“...you had a bit of cream there.”

Did you only notice Camu's handsomeness just now? Or was it because of the close proximity? His breath is cool on your lips, pretty dark eyes devoid of any harshness that he usually portrays, yet the subtle softness of his features somehow made him look more handsome up close. It makes you want to kiss him.

“I'm sorry?”

Snapping out of your reverie, you blink at him, ���Huh?”

“You said you wanted to kiss me.”

Crap. You and your thoughts! You groan, trying to mask your reddening embarrassment, “Ah, Camu, I'm so sorry, I didn't-”

But Camu closes the gap anyways. It catches you off guard at first, but his kiss is cool and warm at the same time, almost felt like bathing in the sea amidst the snow. You taste the sweet cake on his lips, the smell of peppermint invading your senses. It is only a short while, ending as fast as it started. When he pulls away, you find dark eyes reflecting your emotion: curiosity.

“...ah-!”

“Technically, we indirectly kissed already.”

Camu points at the spoon, realization dawning on you. You squeak, trying to assess more of the situation. But Camu, with a small smile on his lips despite the deepening blush on his cheeks, coughs, “...I guess it's time for me to ask you out later during the Valentine's event, then.”

You were about to ask what the deal was about, until your mind whirred back to his initial words.

“I thought you don't like Valentine's?”

“I don't like Valentines.” He said.

“So why...?”

Camu, turning away from you, before looking back with a smile on his face, “I like you, obviously.”

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚Watanabe: Epitaph

Kissing Watanabe is always a surprise.

It's when you least expected it. From the sudden kisses in front of children, to meet ups in the warehouse, and even in random times of the day. Watanabe would always keep surprising you, you almost think it's a routine at this point (God Bless your heart; hopefully his antics won't kill you before your fated day).

However, lately, it's almost not happening.

“Hello, [Y/N],” your lover greets you as he passes by, opting to continue talking to the man beside him. You retract your expectant hands.

“Watch out, [Y/N].” Watanabe calmly catches you by your hips, when a child nearly hits you with the ball. You wanted to reach out, but he was already walking away.

“I'll be taking that.” And gone was the playful kiss on your shoulder, instead, it was a smile on his lips as he took the supplies and left you in the dark. What the hell was going on?

On a random evening, he started to avoid you on purpose.

“Watanabe!” You cried out as you watched him disappear from the sea of people.

It was the nth time of you trying to track him down that day. Tired from running around, you slump against the wall, tears filling your eyes. Your tears began to escape your eyes as the atmosphere around you, despite it being Valentine's, was full of love and laughter.

What did you do wrong? Watanabe is your lover, one you've long promised to be with forever. But what was forever if he no longer looked at your way?

“Miss [Y/N]?”

Sniffling away your tears, you looked up to see one of the Forsaken soldiers. “Y-yes?”

“...are you alright?”

“Y-yes, yes,” you were not, but you still stood up, facing the soldier, “What do you need?”

“Could you kindly come with me to the warehouse? I need someone to inspect the weapons before we head out tomorrow.”

Wordlessly, you follow the construct. Your mind swims in a hazy sea of doubts and self depreciation. Should you leave this place? Go back to Babylonia? You are still welcome there, last time you checked. But the people...

It didn't take a while before you both arrived at the destination. Stepping inside the dark warehouse, you failed to notice that the door behind you closed. As you ran to pry it open, from the corner of your eyes, you saw a lone light shine in the middle of the dark warehouse.

It's Watanabe.

All of your anger rushes to your brain. Your legs move quicker, however, sprinting to reach out to the estranged man.

“You selfish little-”

“[Y/N]-”

Anything Watanabe says is fast, but your reflexes are faster. You held onto his arms, your tears of anger flowing as you cried out.

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

“I know, I know-”

“Do you know how sad and angry I am at you? For leaving me with no answers?”

Watanabe does not answer. He lets you speak.

“Why? What did I do wrong? Why are you ignoring me?”

“I am aware, yes.” He answers, sorrowful, “I am sorry for treating you that way, [Y/N]. I know I shouldn't have done that, but my actions hurt you instead.”

“Then why did you do it?”

Watanabe doesn't answer. Instead, he reaches out to cup your cheeks, genuine sadness reflecting in his expression.

“I have been thinking. And I made up my mind.”

He caresses your cheeks with such reverence, it almost makes you melt. “...being away from you is so cruel. I wanted to make such a heavy decision, to leave you so you could be with another human, but I realized that I was just like you— I would be angry, too.”

Watanabe leans down, your forehead touching, “I want to be greedy for you, [Y/N]. Please, let me make it up to you.”

Suddenly, you were aware of the weight of your words from earlier. You weren't mad; you were devastated. Should this man, the love of your life, leave you, what becomes of you, then?

“Watanabe...”

You tug on his collar, whispering, “Don't go. Kiss me, please.”

Kissing Watanabe really is a surprise. It's fulfilling, in a way that completes you like a puzzle, his warm lips on yours. You love him just as much as he loves you, perhaps more— it's agonizing, it's too much, yet you crave for him; he is all you have. When he reluctantly pulls away, he whispers your name.

The lights of the warehouse turn on. And behind him, a dazzling display of flowers and pictures are shown.

“What-”

“I know it's not much, unlike the luxuries in Babylonia,” Watanabe kneels down, the glittering stone on the engraved jewelry in his hand, “But this is all from every corner of my heart; I love you, my [Y/N]. Please accept my proposal.”

You couldn't hold your tears anymore— from anger, they turned into immense joy. The answer has long been spoken.

“Marry me, my [Y/N].”

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚Noan: Arca

Kissing Noan is sweet.

Little kisses and noises of joy as you take breaks in between your book reading. It's his warm hand on top of yours, the other busy flipping through the pages. Noan's voice is a soothing lullaby, a gentle lull as he reads the passages for you.

“It's quite ironic,” Noan breaks away from the book, putting it aside as he brushes away the hair covering your face, “I thought you wanted me to read to you.”

There you were, comfortably laying on his lap, watching him with tired eyes. Slightly pouting, you weakly tugged on his scarf, “Noan, why did you stop...”

“My lap isn't very comfortable to sleep in. Let's move you back to your base.”

“Nooo,” you stubbornly shook your head, trying not to let Noan stand, “Finish reading the book, please? You're almost at the exciting part...”

Sighing, Noan picks up the book. Frankenstein by Mary Shelley, one of the books that caught Noan's attention. Driven by your immense curiosity and how Noan was itching to read the story, judging by its summary, you thought it was a nice idea to let him read to you. It's hitting two birds with one stone!

“I don't get how you're so interested in the book,” Noan asks, flipping back to the page where he left, “You're already falling asleep.”

You don't have the heart to tell him you've already read it while you were still in the F.O.S. “Well, I think the concept is neat.”

“The concept of a man who has the body parts of dead people off killing people just to appease his creator?”

You shrugged, “I mean...”

Noan laughs, fingers idly drifting and drawing circles on your cheek, “Just tell me that you're just doing this because you think that I'm interested in it.”

“Are you not?” You turned to catch brown eyes looking at you with mirth.

“In a way, yeah.”

You pondered for a bit, trying to remember the contents of the book. Lifting your hand to cup Noan's cheeks, you huffed, “Y'know, you remind me a bit of the monster.”

Quickly catching yourself with your words (to which Noan laughs), “I mean, minus the killing. Wait, no, I mean-”

“Okay, okay, something related to that?”

“Yes, that.” You grinned, “the monster wasn't supposed to mean any harm. He simply wanted the attention and love from his creator.”

Your lover, in a way, was similar to the monster of the book. Rebuilt and revived, nearly as a killing machine. But does a killing machine have to look this beautiful in the hazy afternoon glow? Noan's lips parted for a bit, before pursing them. Lifting your head, you snuck in a short kiss on the corner of his mouth.

“You're similar yet different from the monster, Noan.” You murmured, closing your eyes as you inhaled his smell, “Thus strangely are our souls constructed, and by slight ligaments are we bound to prosperity and ruin.”

Noan chuckles, lightly squeezing your cheeks, “and you tell me you've never read the book before-”

“I didn't disagree, didn't I?”

“Hmm...”

“Noan,” you whispered, “Unlike Frankenstein's story, you are never feared, nor despised.”

You kissed Noan. It's sweet— the taste of the cookies you gave, the herbal tea; his lips that were made to kiss yours, to fit; and Noan, who went through too much, was yours to protect forevermore.

“You are loved, even more than your creator.”

When you pull away, deep red tinted his cheeks and ears, which made you laugh. “Well, Noan?”

“Mm...I should stop reading the book since you already know-”

“Keep going, please?” You purred, “I like you reading to me.”

“...mh, fine, you're lucky I like you.”

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚Roland: Flambeau

Kissing Roland is, well, comedic.

He's laughing; the crescendo plays a melodic tune, as he plays his role. Your lover is a clown at this point, laughing manically with every step he takes.

But you love him anyway. You love your clown.

“Roland, dear,” you giggle, “Remind me again what's my role?”

He pauses, before approaching you. “Mi amor,” Roland reaches out to your hand, kissing it, “You are the lead of this play!”

As he continues to play his role, you are sitting in front of him, on a fancy chair. For Valentine's, you half-expected Roland to join the theatre, however, he was here in front of you— with only you as the audience and apparently the lead as well.

“What do I do?”

“Sit prettily there,” Roland winks, “That's your role.”

“Alright. Do I still get compensated?”

“Hush, the climax of this story is now nearly in full bloom.”

With a crisp spin, Roland turns to face you, the spotlight hitting every nice angle he had. In his hand, a single, beautifully blooming rose.

“Mi amor, my love, my light,” Roland began his monologue, “Though it has been a very long journey and story, here we are, still alive.”

Ah, you realized this scene now. The first proper confession.

Roland walks to you, despite his clownish appearance, he genuinely had a sweet smile on his face. “Damned by those who defy our circumstances; from this day forward, I am yours, as much as you are mine.”

He looks at you, with gentle hands holding your cheek, “What do you say, mi amor?”

In the original story, you ran away out of fear. But you were in a new scenario with him now. Smiling, you dragged him to you with his shirt, “Hmm, sounds missing.”

You wink at Roland, “Ah, I know now.”

Without a warning, you closed the gap in between your lips. Roland eases into you easily; grasping at hands, responding to your move. It's still soft, his lips that make you dream of oceans and theatre plays— it makes you want more.

But Roland pulls away, chuckling, “Well, that certainly wasn't part of the script.”

“You kept missing the cues,” you stuck your tongue out, “I merely filled in the gaps.”

“That's my girl,” Roland praises, “My perfect muse, my perfect actress.”

Comedic, in a way that it's the perfect timing. You leaned further to kiss him more.

“Mm, I still have a few ideas you can add to your script.”

Roland's hand in your hips tightened, mirroring your smile, “Do tell, we should execute it afterwards.”

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚Noctis: Indomitus

Kissing Noctis is wild.

In how he holds you effortlessly in one hand. You grasp where your hands could reach, but you could only breathe in. In how Noctis's voice sends shivers. A melody that echoes so long.

His lips are begging to be with you. It's almost painful.

“[Y/N], [Y/N],” Noctis whines, “Please, let me touch you.”

“We are in a public area, Noctis,” you whisper, aware of his creeping fingers on your pants, “Mmh, it's not just me...”

Your lover was supposed to be a grown man, but who knew his neediness could make him such a needy child?

“Please, please, I promise it won't take long,” He groaned as his fingers rubbed your thighs, “I'll be very quick.”

Sighing, you try to look around you. Making sure that no one else could see, you pulled Noctis closer, lips mere inches away from one another.

“Be quick, okay?”

And you trust Noctis. Kissing him is wild— as if asking to be breathed back to life, he kisses you with such fervor. Never minding touchy hands, it's so hot that you unconsciously opened the buttons on your shirt. Noctis loves hard and harder, the beating of his heart a testament. His tongue on yours, hands everywhere else.

“Thank you,” he cries out, making you throb, “I owe you so much...”

“How about pushing it past my limits today, Noctis?”

Without a word, Noctis slips into you for one more stolen kiss. “You have my word, then, [Y/N].”

Writing this half asleep HAHAHAHAHSHSHA

— starry

[starryficsfinishwen]

a.n. - NSFW, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

When you think about it, you never shouldn't have reached this predicament, yet if it wasn't for your jealousy.

Looking back now at your actions, you think it's the best decision. After all, wasn't it a great sight to see Lee in between your legs?

Well, before he overstimulated you to oblivion anyway.

“L-Lee,” you moaned out his name, fingers absentmindedly gripping his soft locks, “w-wait, please,”

It's hot, it's heavy—heavenly, in a way that Lee thumbs your quivering clit, lapping at your folds, tongue in between your leaking hole; yet your heartbeat throbs like your sensitive nub, it's hell, as your body heated up, sweat dripping in Lee's jacket as his ministrations intensify on your pussy. The man in question refuses to listen, however, as he felt your nth orgasm of the day approaching closer.

How did you end up in this situation again?

“You're already doing a good job f'me,” Lee mutters in between his feast, “why stop now?”

Ah, you remember now.

“I-I said I'm sorry,” you whined, hips meeting his cruel lips, “I p-promise I wouldn't do it again.”

You were simply jealous. Who wouldn't? Lee is considered one of the prettiest constructs in Babylonia. While girls and other female constructs would flock to him, you wouldn't mind as you grew used to the attention. However, when a particular girl approached the man, why were the horns on your head growing at a faster rate?

“I'll let you take a break,” Lee paused, giving you ample time to breathe, “...if you remember how many times you've cummed.”

How many times? The fog in your brain could not comprehend anymore. You stopped counting after five. Whining once more, you looked at him with sad eyes, “I-um- ah, c-can I have a different q-question?”

“You certainly weren't this haughty earlier,” painfully drawing slow, precise rubbing on your clit, you moaned out Lee's name, but he held your hip in place, “Did you purposely dress yourself up like this, for me? Knowing that outside, there are people waiting for us?”

Ah, the people. The ones you were purposely interacting with, while you watched Lee be entertained with the pretty female construct. Out of jealousy, you say, when you flirted with another man. Out of jealousy, you thought, as you watched Lee's cerulean eyes glow with an emotion you knew you'd trigger. Out of jealousy, you reasoned, when you decided to retire early to the room you were given, purposely dressed yourself up in the jacket he constantly wore, the one that smelled just like him. Out of jealousy—

“No more, please,” you mewled, “this is the last time, I promise-”

Although the unzipped part of the back should have, at least, given you some cold air, the way that Lee folded you onto the futon certainly did not help at all.

“No,” Lee firmly said, fingers plunging into your awaiting hole, palm rubbing your overstimulated clit, “you've been quite naughty tonight, [Y/N]. Does a little slut like you deserve any ounce of forgiveness?”

The pace he thrust on you was relentless, curling your toes as your legs were slung around his shoulders. Without a warning, your walls convulsed around his fingers, squirting for the nth time tonight. You came as you cried out Lee's name, no longer caring if someone heard you. Like a good man he was, Lee licks you clean, humming as he lapped at your juices.

Brain fogged. You should have had enough, your muscles aching as you wanted rest, but your body ached for more. Lee settles you to his hips. You wonder, in the middle of your daze, how many times would it take before Lee breaks you?

“Tell me,” he growls, the tip of his leaking cockhead slapping your sensitive nub, making you squirm, “What made you like this, hm?”

He teases your hole. It made your walls contract, asking for his dick to fill you up, but whining as he retracted. “Lee-”

“You haven't answered my question.”

You should. But you're such a brat. Refusing to answer, nails only raking the side of his head to his shoulders. You babbled an incoherent phrase as he leaned forward, shaft entering your walls in one thrust. You weren't prepared to take his big cock still, even after tons of prepping.

“L-Lee-”

“If you won't answer, then let's see how long could you last, mm?”

Lee picks up his pace. In and out, cock already rubs your sweet spot as he thrusts shallowly into you. You cried out a lot of times, nails digging into his skin, forgetting where you were —

“I-I'm s-sorry, I was jealous-”

“Of who?”

“The g-girl from the b-banquet, she l-looked like she wanted you.”

Lee goes still. Examining your face, despite looking away, Lee tenderly cups your cheek, smiling. “Really now?”

“...yes...”

Suddenly, you were aware of how big Lee was inside of you. You've taken him lots of times, but now, in this most vulnerable side, you could feel his warmth radiating your own, and you forgot the childish reason why you got into this predicament in the first place.

“[Y/N], were you really jealous of that woman?”

“Don't rub it in, jeez,” you groaned, arm covering your eyes, “it's a stupid reason.”

“You didn't have to think of it that way.”

And Lee goes soft. Tenderly placing your legs over his shoulder, his dick somehow a bit deeper and fuller in you, he carefully held you, now fucking you senselessly.

“I'm sorry if I seemed interested in her,” Lee spoke, “I didn't think about your feelings.”

His lips grazes your ear, making you moan, the intimacy of such act and proximity somehow making your mind even more mush.

“Don't worry, mmhn-”he whispered, a kiss underneath your earlobe, “let me show you who I care and love the most.”

Unlike his earlier attitude, Lee is now careful and sweeter—no longer rough in his hold, carefully holding you and guiding you as he ruts into you. You couldn't help but moan from his tenderness, stomach in knots for your next upcoming orgasm.

It's fuller now—and you no longer care about the outside. In your little head, you suddenly felt the need to be branded as Lee's favorite and only lover, and you are getting the better end of the stick; let the world know how good you were feeling from Lee alone, how good was the fuck you were receiving from the best lover.

As stray fingers mercilessly rubbed your clit, you whimpered Lee's name, to which he lets your foreheads touch—

“Cum for me.”

It takes a few more thrusts and rubs before you come undone in Lee's cock, with him following suit. It takes a while, clammy bodies and rugged breathing merging into one sloppy kiss.

In the afterglow, you notice Lee's smile, as his cerulean eyes wander to the jacket you were wearing.

“It looks...nice on you.”

“T-Thank you...I'm sorry again.”

“To be honest, if you wear this again, it makes me want to fuck you, jealous or not.”

“L-Lee!”

“The night is quite young, [Y/N], let's make the most of it.”

the culprit of it all HAHAHAHAH thanks to @squishy-45 and @katsuonemars for listening to mt brainrot 🧡✨ so it's dedicated to them (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

edit: wrote this at 1 am sorri for grahams mistake

— starry