#pgr kamui x reader

[whisperiin]

walks in with gifts for you and wanshi and haicma and lee hayyyy

can I ask for hand intimacy headcanons for Chrome,Nabe and Kamui pls? Like how they would hold their s/o's hand and would they kiss their hand etc. pls? Ty and take your time :3 ♡

ALSO DINK OITER,this is a threat (affectionate)

hello chrome's glory!!!!!! staying on trend with the tenderness i see (insert eichi smile dot jpeg) i looooove hands so this req seemed super fun ... i hope u enjoy!! (*´ ˘ `*)♡

hand intimacy hcs ft. chrome, watanabe, & kamui

content warnings: none

CHROME

➸ Especially in the early days of your relationship, CHROME was just a little bit awkward around you — almost hyperaware of every inch of distance between you, and somehow never knowing where to put his hands. Sometimes he caught himself staring at yours, though, watching the way your fingers look as you card through his hair, or how your hands tug on his tie after you insisted on fixing it yourself.

➸ That endearing almost-shyness of him has faded away with time, but it's still somewhat evident in the way he reaches out to hold your hand — a light, gentle grip, like some unspoken question of, is this alright? He'll often find his hand drawn to yours when he feels he needs to keep you — or himself — grounded, or if he doesn't want to lose you in crowded places. For something he was initially so awkward about, it didn't take long for it to become so natural to him, like the way the tense line of his shoulders relaxes at the sight of your smile, or the way he always turns to you during those stuffy, formal military parties, extending a hand to you with a little, May I have this dance?

➸ Chrome has a habit of brushing his thumb over your knuckles whenever he holds your hand, and he just loves kissing the back of your hand, too — the back of your palm, and over your knuckles. His hold on you is never tight, like you could choose to free your hand from his whenever you wish, as if even something as simple as this is a choice he'll always give you.

KAMUI

➸ It's not much of a surprise to hear that KAMUI is incredibly casual with his affection. Most days he'll try to casually, not-so-sneakily wrap his arm around your shoulders, or lift you off your feet as he hugs you. Much like a sunflower turning to face the sun, he claims his day immediately brightens whenever he gets to rest his head on your shoulder.

➸ He just loves being able to hold you in some way, with the kind of eagerness of someone trying something new for the first time, every single time — he'll grab your wrist as you walk together, eager to tell you about his latest mission in the Strike Hawk lounge, or he'll see you reaching for something on a high shelf and accidentally cover your hand with his own as he passes it over to you.

➸ Kamui likes gently squeezing your hand every so often when he holds it, paired with one of those almost-signature big smiles of his. He doesn't seem like the type to do hand kisses all too much — he much prefers kissing your face; isn't that much more straightforward? — but if he ever gets the chance to, he enjoys peppering your palms in kisses, all over any calluses, or scars, or other marks that litter your skin.

WATANABE

➸ WATANABE is uncomfortably unfamiliar with the kind of affection that you show him — not in the way that disgusts or unnerves him, of course, but in the way that he wonders why you chose him, of all people. Wouldn't you rather have someone who could better reciprocate your advances, instead of someone who only knew how to hold a blade? He's more than grateful for you, though, even if his hands might feel like sandpaper against yours, callused from years of combat.

➸ Rather than being shy about it, he likes to think he's reserved instead. His physical affection is subtle but tender, if a little rough around the edges. He's fond of brushing the back of his hand against yours, and he likes feeling the steady thumping of your pulse as he holds onto your wrist. He has a habit of kissing your wrists when he holds onto them, too, right at the junction where your palm meets your forearm.

➸ The way he holds onto you is gentle but firm, as if he's scared of hurting you — but in moments where it's just the two of you, Watanabe has a tendency to hold your hands... Not casually, per se, but more freely than he allows himself when you two are in the presence of others. He might put his hands over yours to show you the proper way to hold one of his knives or to stop you from working too late, or put his hand on the small of your back to steady you before you fall over. Each time he passes it off with one of these formulaic excuses, but each time he feels the warmth of your hands, your arm against him, he swears his heat circulation system malfunctions for just a second.

[rolypoly-rose]

Interest Check

Does anyone have any requests for scenarios with the PGR boys? I'm in too deep, someone throw angsty scenarios at me so I can make Strike Hawk break down sobbing :'^)

Will do:

OC-inspired/based scenarios;

Angst, fluff, Alternate Universes, Headcanons;

"How would [character] react to [event]?";

Intimacy implications (and ONLY implications, I can't bring myself to write NSFW; ALSO only for the characters over 18), etc;

Any character I know well enough (mostly Strike Hawk, Ayla and Lee).

Won't do:

Straight-up NSFW (again, not my thing to write);

Characters I don't know well (unreleased characters (not counting new frames for existing characters) or just ones I'm not too familiar with);

Romance with the underage characters: meaning if their mental age is under 18 I ain't writing romantic stuff with them. So Lucia, Liv, Changyu, etc are a no-go;

Self-harm and gender identity-centered scenarios (I will never know what it's like to be in any of the situations so I don't want to write something that would feel hollow and borderline romanticized. I'd rather not write those issues at all than write them poorly. Sorry!).

All in all, just feel free to be really specific if you'd like to! It personally helps me. If you want a specific character or group of characters please specify that too! And if you're not sure if I can or can't do the scenario you have in mind, just ask anyway and I'll give an answer eventually! I'm also free to not accept requests for any reason. This is just for fun and I don't want to make myself uncomfortable.

May you all get the characters you want!

(it took me 10 minutes to format this post for the love of god someone help me)

[starryficsfinishwen]

✧!。◟[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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-ˋˏ starryficsfinishwen ˎˊ

[unhappy-last-resort]

- A note found somewhere in the Strike Hawk lounge.

God, if there's a god out there, please answer, I've got something I really, really, really need your help with and I can't ask anyone else!

I...I have these feelings about someone...about a human. I don't think I'm supposed to have these feelings, especially as a construct, but I can't stop them anymore. I swear I've tried everything to make them stop, but nothing works!

Every time I see that human I keep wanting to do things to them, I can barely focus on anything but them. Oh, and don't get me started on what it's like when they're not around! I think about them, I dream about them, I watch them, I smell them...all I can think about is them and sometimes I wish...I wish it would stop, it's honestly starting to drive me insane, but at the same time...

I like it. They drive my M.I.N.D. crazy, but it's kinda- what's the word again? Capt said it once...Oh yeah! Intoxicating! It's intoxicating and if I could just...Please don't judge me for this, I know it's wrong, but if I could just take that human and put them somewhere only me and Camu know about...it would make me so happy. The thought of that makes my circuits tingle.

Ahh...I want them so much. I'm not sure what these feelings are called, or what that says about my relationship with them in human terms, but I'm sure they wouldn't mind them! They're really nice like that.

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P.S. If anyone other than a god reads this, I'll smash you with my sword!

[punishing-eden]

Oh, finally got the chance to ask for stories. If you allow me, I want a one-shot story about how the Gray Raven members helped Commander, who was blown away by a strong wind on a mission with them and blown away like Mary Poppins with her umbrella, with elements of comedy in it? Thank you very much.

Author's note:

Ngl, this is a bit of a challenge, and it did took me a while. Writing comedy is something new to me. Plus, my humor is *Chefs kiss*/sarcas.

Haha.. Ha.. Ha... Please say I am funny ;w;

BTW, the incident with the automatic umbrella was a true story of mine. It legit happened like that, I am not making this up.

Edit: Spotted some mistakes, fixed it

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Cursed Relic...

Grey Ravens and Commandant/reader (ft. Kamui)

Summary:

You found an piece of relic in the ruins. An automatic umbrella of the Golden Age. Yet, Lucia and Kamui insisted it is cursed.

Tags: Comedy (*finger guns*), mild action, Lee and Kamui the comedic duo, Panini-style

"Commandant!" Lucia yelled from five feet below. You watched as she fanatically ran around trying to find a way to get to you.

Liv was just as frantic, scanning for all possible means. Meanwhile, Lee was almost at the verge to kill Kamui.

Currently dangling, dangerously five feet above ground level, carefully, you readjusted your grip on the piece of metal. You felt your new battle suit accommodated to your grip.

You reckon you should just find your way out of this mess; before Lee has a chance to commit murder.

Your hands began to move along the pipeline with each grip as your body slowly, but surely, following along it's direction. You looked up to makes sure your hands are doing fine, and noticed your right hand was still gripping onto the relic...

*****

"Wait a minute..." you said.

Among the sand, you managed to spot something buried beneath. Out of curiousity you decided to pick it up, inspecting its shape and mechanics. You shook it to remove decades of sand and dust that was accumulated.

"Commandant?" Lee walked over to you. He saw you standing there in fascination, and he got a little curious.

His voice alerted Lucia as well. She, too, followed behind Lee, wanting to know what had caught your attention.

"Guys look," you said and held up relic, "I never thought I would see something like this!"

"What is it, Commandant?" Lucia asked.

"It's an umbrella," Lee answered, "Golden age relic, an automated model too..."

You nodded your head and added, "I wonder how does this work?"

"Let me take a look, Commandant," Lee said and conducted a scan on the item.

Meanwhile, Liv was scanning the surroundings nearby. Usually ruins are places where the corrupted like to gather the most, hence, it was usual practice for her to scan the area whenever the team are traversing through ruins.

Kamui was joining in with the mission, and was on standby behind the group. He asked, "Liv, anything nearby?"

The support construct shook her head, "No enemies detected. Punishing Virus Concentration is low. It is safe to continue." she reported.

Kamui nodded before noticing a lively conversation was happening between you and your other two constructs.

Without much thought, Bastion made his way towards you.

"Ah! Kamui, your post!" Liv exclaimed.

"It's fine, Liv. I'll be back in a sec!" Kamui promised.

Approaching the group, he peer over Lee's shoulder. "Oh wow! What's that?!" Kamui asked.

Lee jumped from the volume of Kamui's voice, "What the-!!"

Lee spun around, face flush with embrassment and anger. Placing your arm in between the constructs, you stopped Lee from grabbing Kamui. Paleflame could only bite his tougne, swallowing his annoyance all for your sake.

"It's an automatic umbrella," you answered Kamui's question.

You lifted up the item to give the construct a better look at it, "I bet Asmoiv would like to study this." you joked.

"... Commandant..."Lucia suddenly spoke, her voice sounded a little worried," are you sure you want to take the relic with you? "

"What is it, Lucia?" you asked. You were confused by what Lucia had said.

"It's just..." her cheeks went a little red. Embrassed by what she was about to say, "I heard that relics are usually cursed. Should you take it with you, Commandant, I am worried that something might happen to you."

Everyone went quiet after Lucia spoke. You didn't know what to think of it until Kamui spoke, "Hey, Lucia... Are you sure? I know we watched a lot of Golden Age movies but..."

"Cursed relics are simply myths," Lee butted in, "there are no scientific prove that curses exist other than being a human cultural belief. In other words, this is all superstition. So, don't worry about it too much."

Flushed with colour, Lucia lowered her head a little out of embrassment. "It's okay, Lucia. I know you meant well," you reassured, "Thank you."

"... I guess we have stayed here long enough, shall we move on, Commandant?" Lee asked.

Giving him a nod, you then turned to Liv and requested, "Liv, how did the scan go? Any way out?"

"There are in total five exits in this ruin, this includes the entrance. The nearest exit is in the west wing of the building." Liv reported.

"Get into formation," you ordered, "Kamui, back to position."

Bastion gave a little pout but nodded regardless and went back to his position at the back. Under your command, you and your group continued going through the ruin. Looking for the exit, before all of you over stayed your welcome.

Arriving at the location, Lee commented when he saw the exit, "Liv, when you say exit, do you mean this?" he pointed at the huge hole on the wall. Liv turned a little red from embrassment and nodded.

"Commandant, it's raining," Lucia said, "There should be a waterproof function in your new uniform."

You nodded and activated the control system. The wrist band on your suit glowed projecting a control panel in front of you. There was a newly installed functions list in your system. You took your time to scroll through the list, searching for the word 'Wateeproof' but not before catching your eyes on another word, 'Parachute'.

Once you found what you wanted, you press the button waiting for the system to respond. However, after a few seconds pass, the system was not responding. Pressing the button again, you helded a troubled look.

“Commandant?” Lee asked. He approached the control panel and tried to press the button as well.

“I think the suit’s lagging,” you said, "It was working fine before."

“Did you break the the mother board by chance? Or the communicator?” Lee asked, “let me run a scan.”

You thought about it, but you never recall every breaking the technology inside your suit. You never took a big fall, nor did you hear anything break.

"Nevermind," You said. There's no time to lose. Taking the umbrella, you lift it up and showed it to your constructs, "I can always use this." you spoke proudly.

"... Are you sure? That thing looks kinda rusty." Kamui commented.

Lucia had a look of worried on her face.

"Just watch how this works," exicted, you pushed the button to open up the canopy. However, the runner slide with a small pop, the whole top flew off the tip leaving you holding onto the handle and the shaft. The canopy landed on the ground with a wet thud. The rain fell harder, hitting home the fact you are definitely going to get wet.

"... Is that how it suppose to work?" Kamui asked.

"Shut up,"Lee scoffed.

"Hey Lucia," Kamui turned to Grey Raven's captain, "you know, this is kinda like a sign."

Lucia pulled back, "What do you mean?" She asked in a serious tone.

"maybe...the relic is actually cursed?" Kamui suggested, "Commandant already has encounter two problems. Maybe there would be a third one!"

Immediately, Lucia's heighted her senses. In fear she looked at you, who was still making a joke about the umbrella. Liv and Lee were trying to help you put the umbrella back together.

"C-Commandant..." Lucia said, she reached out trying to stop you, however, as optimistic as you could be you said, "Well, I guess we just to find the nearest shelter and run. Liv, anything?"

Running a scan, Liv nodded and report, "There's infrastructure up a head."

"Good, let's move out, team!" you ordered. You pulled your cape over your head and ran out of the ruins.

Standing there, Lucia could only watch as the rest of her team followed you. All running towards the shelter under the beating rain. Lost at what she should do, Lotus could only bite her tougne and followed from behind.

*****

"Whew! We made it!" you spoke as you tried to catch your breath.

Standing by the entrance of the infrastructure, it seems to be a warehouse of some sorts. You were soaked from head to toe.

"Commandant, are you alright?" Lucia asked in worry.

Looking at your contruct, you gave her a slight confused look. 'What has got her so on edge? ' you thought.

"What is it, Lucia?" you asked.

"..." struggling say it out loud, Kamui butted in, "What Lucia is trying to say is... Do you feel anything off? Like a broken ribs or something?"

"Commandant, are you hurt?" Liv asked in surprise.

"Oh no, no, I am fine," you laughed," But I am getting a bit cold, let's head inside." you pointed at the warehouse.

Quickly, everyone went in. Lee and Kamui closed the entrance door, just in case the corrupted were to walk in.

"From the look of this place...there should be an office here somewhere," You mumbled, desperate to find something to dry you off. You began shivering from the cold. Walking along the warehouse, you looked around to see there were also machineries laying around. Then it clicked to you that this isn't a warehouse, but a workshop.

"I wonder what things did the people make in this place?" you asked.

"Something with paint. " Lee answered. He pointed at the large empty pot with paint residue all dried up at the bottom.

"Guys look!" Kamui exclaim and ran ahead.

"Kamui, wait!" Liv cried.

"Let him be, Liv." Lee sighed.

Everyone followed Kamui. He had ran towards a control panel up front, and next to it was an industrial fan.

"Guys, I got an idea!" Kamui said, "We can dry Commandant with this!"

Lee apparoch Kamui as he played with the controls. "I wouldn't touch anything here if I were you." Lee warned.

"Don't worry, bro. I got this!" Kamui gave Lee and thumbs up, Paleflame flashed a look of skepticism.

Meanwhile, you continued to inspect the umbrella. Back at the ruins, Lee fixed it for you so it should work fine.

Holding the umbrella out, you pressed the button to release the top again. This time, instead of the top flying out from the shaft, it stayed and the ribs opened up.

FOOM, it let out a sound and a sudden burst of force startling you a little. You've never experience something like this before.

'Do people back in the Golden Age always experience this everytime it rains?' you thought to yourself.

Maybe the history museum back in Babylonia would be happy to collect this. Excited, you turned around eager to show your constructs the umbrella actually works.

At the same time, Kamui was troubleshooting the machine. Suddenly, the fan blades began to move. It started a little slow, but soon picked up it's momentum.

You, with an open umbrella at hand, approached Lucia and Liv. "Hey, look the umbrella works!" you said happily. However you began to feel resistance from behind. As the wind blew stronger and stronger, the umbrella suddenly picked up the wind.

The next thing you knew, your feet flew off from the ground. The fan blew as you held on to the umbrella, taking you a few feet above.

"Commandant!" Lucia cried.

"Oi!" Lee snapped at Kamui.

Quickly you grabbed on to a nearby pipe to prevent yourself from hitting the wall. Grabbing onto the piece of metal tightly, you looked down and saw the Grey Ravens panicking.

Lucia and Liv were running around, while Lee was on the verge to kill Kamui.

The umbrella was still in your hands.

"I knew it! It's cursed!" Lucia exclaimed.

"What do you mean, Lucia?" Liv asked.

"The unbrella..." Lucia replied, "It's a cursed relic."

Liv was taken back.

"As long as it's by Commandant's side, Commandant will always be in danger." Lucia continued.

"Wait, Lucia how can you be sure. These are just myths." Lee said.

"but..." Lucia replied, "Didn't a number of misfortunes happened after Commandant kept the umbrella?"

The team went silent.

"... Then what should we do?" Liv asked.

Everyone looked at Lucia, waiting for her response. Thinking hard, she figured it would be wise to tackle the thing she was cautious the whole time.

The umbrella.

"We need to destroy that relic. As long as its there, Commandant is not entirely save." she said.

"I agree," Lee said, "and we need to act fast. I doubt the pipe could hold on."

On cue, the pipe began to break from your weight. You held on tightly as the piece of metal dropped down. Metal scratching against metal sounded like thunder roaring through the workshop. This alerted the team. The situtation was dire and they need to act.

"Let's split up," Lee suggested, "Liv and Kamui, stay here and watch out for Commandant. Lucia and I will head to the office to see if there's anything to help Commandant!"

Not a second to waste, Lee and Lucia dashed towards the office. While Kamui and Liv kept watch. "Don't worry Commandant!" Kamui yelled, "If you fall I can catch you!"

"Erm... Kamui, I don't think it's possible for Commandant." Liv said.

Suddenly, the piece of metal dropped lower. You felt your heart dropped, thinking you were seriously done for. As you dangled from above, you look up and saw how the metal pipe was held desperatly by the nuts and bolts. It had bend it's shape from your weight and you don't think it could hold on much longer.

"Commandant!" A small voice echoed at a distance.

"Commandant!" Liv yelled in her soft voice.

"Liv?" you answered back.

"Commandant, there should be a magnetic mode on your combat suit!" she yelled.

Quickly and carefully, you activated your wrist band; projecting the control panel once more. Going to system control, you scroll through the different modes your suit has.

However you didn't pick the mode Liv suggested, you opted for a better choice.

Carefully, you moved your hands to make your way towards a large metal tub, connected with the pipe. Making it through your fingers griped on the thin protruding seal edge, while stepping on the edge near your feet. You slowly made your way around the structure. Getting close to another set of pipes. Inching your way closer towards Liv and Kamui.

Meanwhile, Lucia and Lee had found the office. They rummage through the desks, cabinets and lockers trying to find anything they could use for help.

"There's nothing here," Lucia said,"How about you, Lee?"

Lee shook his head and said, "I couldn't find anything but these towels." he opened one of the lockers and showed Lucia a bunch of towels made with a textured fabric.

Standing by the locker, Lee gave it a good thought and spoke, "Actually, maybe this could work."

"How?" Lucia asked.

"Back in the day, humans use a fabric net to catch people when they jump down from high places. We can make a net with these." Lee took one of the towels and pulled at it showing Lucia how flexible and durable the material is.

"They are a little too small..." Lucia commented,"Are you sure this can catch Commandant?"

Lee held a stoic look before grabbing his gun. He tinkered with his guns for a bit. Not long, the weapon began to shift its parts.

"What?" Lucia spoke. She was surprised at what she saw.

"Don't go telling anyone about this, especially Kamui," Lee said, "I knew this will come in handy someday. I have installed different types of mechanics into these guns. They should help sew these towels together."

He handed Lucia one while Lee took the other. He demonstrate to Lucia how to sew and both constructs hurriedly work on the makeshift catch net.

As soon as they were finished, they gave the stitches a little test before rushing back to where Kamui and Liv were.

"We're back!" Lucia exclaimed.

"Lucia! Lee!" Liv said.

"Where's Commandant?" Lucia asked.

"Guy!" they heard your voice. They all followed the sound of your voice and saw you walking along the pipelines, arms out to maintain balance. You were getting closer to where your constructs were standing.

"Good timing," Lee said. He gave Lucia a corner of the makeshift catch net, and handed the other corners to Liv and Kamui.

"We've made a catch net, everyone needs to be careful not to pull the fabric too tight," Lee warned.

As you got closer, the rusty pipes began to give out. You almost slipped and ran as the pipes bend and broke off from it's screws. Your footsteps rang as your shoes hit the metal, you can see your constructs with the net. Running towards the end of the pipeline, you jumped just in time.

On that moment your hand releases the umbrella, throwing it away to the side.

Lucia saw it as an opportunity, she ran towards the umbrella, unsheathing her sword. The relic was cut into several pieces in mid air before dropping to the ground.

As you fell, you went to pull a string on your left shoulder, a small parachute launched.

Kamui's jaws dropped, Lee was stoic but his eyes showed surprised, while Liv had a sigh of relief.

With the parachute, you gently landed next to your constructs and did a forward roll, before standing up.

"Commandant! You did it!" Kamui exclaimed.

"So you have a parachute all along?" Lee asked. He was a little annoyed, if only he knew. He wouldn't have showed Lucia his gadgets

"I am surprised myself, I didn't even know the suit has packed a small parachute. I got to see all the functions and controls the suit has to offer." You explained.

"... Fair enough..." Lee said, although he still felt a little bitter.

"As long as the relic is gone, everything should be alright," Lucia said.

"Ah, the umbrella!" you exclaimed, you just remembered.

Lucia jumped when she heard you exclaimed.

"Commandant, do you still want to bring that cursed relic home?" Kamui asked, scratching his head in confusion, "Didn't you have enough of bad luck already?"

"It's more like, you activated the machine which landed us here in the first place..." Lee mumbled.

"Nah, I think I have enough of it today." you said, "I am a little sad, but I don't miss it."

A small smile was draw on Lucia's lips, there was a moment of relief in her expression.

Everyone had a sigh of relief as the danger had past.

"But, I really need to find a place to dry off. I am getting cold." you spoke. Immediately, your contructs began to panic once more.

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(C) Punishing-eden

[mackjlee9]

[Kintober 2022]

Character & Prompt;

Kamui:Tenebrion/Bastion| Cumming Untouched

•|word count; 815|•

Kamui's feelings were comprehensible, he has never met another human in Babylonia that did not treat constructs like mere fighting machines. To Kamui, Gray Raven's Commandant was a special case.

(M/n) always made sure to treat constructs, transcendants, and androids like equals, even if they weren't part of his team, and he was always respectful to Babylonia's soldiers. He was so incredibly nice to everyone, and Kamui usually felt his face warm and a pounding sensation in his chest whenever (M/n) would give out gifts to him, sometimes even buying him -and the others- the special outfit for him to wear, getting some special-designed weapons to fight and have a good laugh with them whenever he could.

He was so kind, lovely, and sweet, so of course, Kamui was gonna develop a crush on his Commandant, Kamui felt thankful towards (M/n) for never pushing him aside when he decided to join, the Strike Hawk team soon following his lead to do so.

Kamui felt self-conscious about his feelings, but they just kept growing every time they spent time together, and he couldn't prevent that, not like he wanted to either. It felt nice, the warm sensation surging through his body felt really, really nice.

With that, Kamui became aware of a few things that he might've overlooked or dismissed before, but constructs, trascendants, and androids, as much machine as they were, they were constantly improving, developing human-like behavior and manners. Kamui didn't intend to, but he kinda fell asleep while imagining things, his mind wandering off into odd places, and he found out something.

Somehow, he could get an erection, but he couldn't ejaculate -he tried to-, however, his body does experience the jolt, the euphoric sensation of it, but he doesn't produce semen, which is understandable. He used that knowledge and kept it to himself, coming up with unlikely and risky scenarios in his head, his body trembling as he dry orgasmed every time.

Sometimes, the memories of those scenarios would come back to him, remembering how hot they were, and that would cause fluctuations in his M.I.N.D, something that Liv obviously noticed but only mentioned to their Commandant.

And like that, when they had come back from quite an eventful mission, (M/n) dragged Kamui away into a secluded room so they could talk. The blond had been spacing out more than usual, and (M/n) had to rely on Kamu to deal with Kamui's slip-ups, so he wanted to address the matter with him.

"Commandant I have something to do, Chrome wants me to-" he tried to free himself from (M/n)'s grip, but he was soon inside a room with the male.

"Is really important, Kamui, I can excuse you with Chrome afterward, but we need to talk," he said with a serious expression, but with a concerned tone of voice, Kamui shook his head and turned around to leave, a particularly hot and lewd scenario that occurred just like this came back into his mind. He was kinda grateful that he had managed to turn around, otherwise (M/n) not only would've seen his flustered expression and red face, but he would've also noticed his raging boner.

Yeah, it gets up just as fast as his imagination runs wild.

"C-commandant, I can't stay here, please..." He kept muttering, struggling to free his wrist, which (M/n) was still holding onto.

"Kamui, listen to me...!" Getting annoyed that the blond was rejecting him, he pulled on Kamui's wrist, making him turn around abruptly. With his free hand, (M/n) held Kamui's waist and hold him close to his body, pressing their lips together when there were mere inches apart.

Kamui's eyes opened wide, tears gathering in them, his hands desperately holding onto (M/n) as his legs got weak, trembling in his Commandant's hold as he came.

Their kiss lasted for quite some time, at least thirty seconds, and during that short amount of time, Kamui couldn't stop experimenting dry orgasm after dry orgasm, his mind was completely blanked by just one kiss, his thighs pressing together and his hips squirming as he tried to grind against (M/n)'s hips.

The moment (M/n) backed away from the kiss, Kamui's legs gave out, his body slumping on (M/n)'s, trusting him to hold him in his arms while he calmed down and could move by himself again.

"I told you it was important, and you were listening, Kamui, come here," reaching his hands to the blond's thighs, (M/n) picked him up and walked toward an empty couch in the room, sitting down and keeping Kamui pressed close against him, "Rest for a while, okay?" Silently, Kamui nodded and rested his head on (M/n)'s shoulder, closing his eyes to try and calm himself from what he just experienced.

[seraphsredemption]

I'm surprised there's not more Kamui fanfics tbh

He's a perfectly good himbo

[reshramlove1ob]

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)

[marahuyos]

LOVE DEATH + C⚫NSTRUCTS

Being a human surrounded by metal bodies, you would think that you would have nothing to sympathize with. But as your consciousness is shared between those whom you trust, you begin to wonder if the metal frame is just an excuse for you to get closer to them.

In which the Commandant of Gray Ravens (and, to an extent, Strike Hawk and the Forsakens) show how much the Constructs mean to them... And the other way around.

punishing gray raven x gn!reader

reader is commandant

mara’s words: i have no idea what the fucks happening in the pgr universe but uhhhhh i’d tap all the constructs even tho im gonna taste metal each kiss lol

tw: character spoiler stories, religion mention, romantic-hinting at chrome and watanabe adasdasdhasuid

Lucia, who’s been with you since the start of your years as a Commandant, would always dutifully follow your orders without any sort of hesitancy. She says this because, well, what else would there be for her? With no memories before being a Construct, what other feeling was there for her to cling onto, if not her love for you? Through every frame she’s put herself into, she wondered if she was too far gone for her remaining humanity.

But you surprise her when you give her all of the hair accessories you managed to scour out on expeditions, excitedly saying that you wanted to see how many types of hairstyles you can go through with her hair.

Perhaps she won’t dawdle on the past anymore. Not when you touch her as if she mattered more than just a weapon.

Liv, who always kept her head down, especially when up against her. She was merely a supporter, a healer, a hacker, she lacked any sort of defensive capabilities to protect you when compared to the other Gray Ravens and she always thought to herself she was merely slowing down the team. She always had this invisible burden on her shoulders that if she wasn’t being useful, then she might as well be scrap metal instead.

But no. Not when you look at her with such admiration in your eyes and said that she wasn’t alone anymore. She was here with you and the rest of Gray Ravens.

Now, as she feels her short hair tickle the sides of her face, she realizes that all of those negative thoughts were purely just dust particles waiting to be swept away.

Lee, who’s always kept you in a respectable distance, because he doesn’t know who Lee really is anymore. How many faces had he taken for himself in order to mask his true feelings? How many layers of firewall does he have to put in between you and him because he fears the reaction if you ever see him. Instead, he scatters bits and pieces of his true self in the form of gadgets and gizmos that could help you in your everyday life. A way to imprint that he existed in your life.

And yet, when you finally decoded that binary code in that SD card, you were adamant that you would never be afraid-or be ashamed-of Lee.

He should probably see someone to stabilize his rapidly congesting coolants but it appears that it was you who left an imprint on him as he finally lets a smile paint his face.

Bianca, who grew up with memories of being faithful, would be beside herself. Look at her, an amalgamation of human experimentation that would’ve breached her faith. She wondered if this was some sick joke that God put her through when she shot down her father figure. She wondered if her consciousness would be lost forever, would she be reincarnated? Or would she be dragged into a hell more sinister than now?

But, lo and behold, you would approach her with the glow of life behind your eyes as you thanked her for giving your team prayers on a safe mission.

Maybe all her prayers were leading to something. Especially when she meets you.

Karenina, who leaves a fiery explosion in her wake, in order to hide a little girl who’s had too many scars to be counted as scars that were earned from playing too hard. She hides her fragile heart behind C4s and high-model rocket launchers in order to show the world that she’s brought herself up from the dirt and grime the naysayers pelted towards her. But with how explosive she is, she wonders if there would be anyone left after she’s left them in her wake.

But you surprise her, when you patted her head after a mission that left her in near deconstruction, and thanked her for protecting you.

She might as well be an explosive herself from how brightly her cheeks burn.

Kamui, who buried his bloody past from everyone else just so everyone can have a permanent smile on their face. He always had a smile permanently plastered on his face that it acted as a perfect persona. Not only to everyone else, but also to himself. Isn’t it funny? Kamui arguably being the most human of the Constructs by having his own “self” yet he tries desperately to hide it as if he couldn’t let anyone bear to see his true self? As jovial as he is, he is just as human when it comes to the ego.

Yet that didn’t stop you from being close to him all the same. Despite everything that he’s done, you still love him for him.

And in that moment, he can finally let down his smile.

Chrome, who tried his best to be someone else. Who followed a surname’s shadow just so he could feel the gratification of doing someone proud. He seldom wonders, but during the times he does, he wonders if he wouldn’t have been an incredible leader had he not decided to become a Smith. What would’ve happened if he had grown a backbone for himself? Training for him, for Chrome and not his father-figure that molded him into the person he is today.

But those thoughts fade away when you smile at him, thanking him for keeping you company while doing boring paperwork as he was always someone pleasant to talk to.

Chrome have left many regrets in his past life. He won’t make you a regret.

Watanabe, who’s been in the frontlines of war too long and too much. He’s lost many and his brother-in-arms would not be the last to be lost in the cruel hands of fate. It gets to him, the hands of those deceased, inching and crawling along his artificial skin that not even his trench coat would hide the phantom pains. Even leading the Forsakens and surviving on Earth, he can no longer feel for anything.

You surprise him, though. When you take his calloused hand in yours as you told him that he was important to you despite it all, you hoped that you relayed your feelings well enough.

Well, it would be a shame not to return your feelings, right? After all, he did nearly kill you and Gray Ravens.

[ayioumz]

TALKATIVE

2/18/2022 ; but when his eyes lands on your figure, the shine in his eyes could be seen miles away. ╰ ✦ character/s : kamui x shorter ! gn ! reader ╰ ✦ genre ; fluff ! ╰ ✦ tw ; kisses <3 ╰ ✦ check my other works here ; MASTERLIST

mission after mission, kamui continued to become the sunshine of your team - you couldn't help but smile at him every time he starts talking and he couldn't help but continue to talk whenever you do, even if kamui was always talkative - he was more talkative now and that annoyed Lee to the metal but seeing you enjoying yourself with kamui's blabbers, he could not do anything.

it was like having a puppy around, kamui would look serious when you saw him afar but when his eyes lands on your figure, the shine in his eyes could be seen miles away and you would be lying if you didn't imagine a wagging tail behind him as he sprint towards you.

it was one of those days where you and your team had been given rest and kamui came looking for you, telling you about his morning and how strike hawk was also given a chance to rest after the continuous missions. he then talked about this new video game he saw, wanting to try it with you, you asked what game it was and he started avoiding your eyes.

"it's .. hm .. how do i say it? its a romance game .." you stared at kamui in disbelief, romance game with you? is he that comfortable with you or something else? kamui had bit lit lip and looked at you confidently, "i want to play romance games with you." he said and you continued to stare at him and due to your gaze was when he started blabbering and making up excuses with his face slowly beaming with a reddish hue, your eyes softened at him and kamui froze on his stop when he felt you held on his shoulders and lift yourself up slightly and he quickly closed his eyes and when he felt your lips on his, he was almost certain there was something wrong with his heat circulating system. when you pulled away, his eyes were still closed and you admired his features while waiting for him to open his eyes again. you smiled as you continued to admire him and somehow it felt illegal to do this in the middle of the corridor but the two of you were there with a lingering kiss. kamui slowly opened his eyelids and was now the one staring at you as if captivated by you but he was always been, then and now. the very short linger of your lips made a mark on his own and without yours lips on his felt like there was something missing. "I'll play the romance game with you. i'm free now, how about you?" you broke the silence and kamui tried to talk but to him, it was gibberish. what was he saying? before he could continue to go on and talk about nonsense nonstop, he press a hand on his mouth and slowly said, "I'm free now too, i'll wait for you at my room?" you smiled brightly, "sure! see you," and you started going to where your room was, kamui stayed there on his spot - the heat was not leaving his metal body.

he was talkative, he knows but he was down if you wanted to put your lips on him and shut him up

[pgrdorms]

pgr husbandos' reactions after realizing that skk will die someday ??? have a great day! thank you for your amazing content <3

Realising you will die one day

SFW | Angst | Pgr bois

Camu

It hit him when you were having a difficult time keeping up with him

It was always in the back of his mind, he just lived in denial until he no longer could

He will try distance himself to protect the both of you, but eventually he decides he doesn't want to regret missing your final years without him there

Chrome

He knew it was coming

But no amount of meticulous planning can prevent that

He does everything he can to make the rest of your life comfortable as possible

Lee

Also knows it is inevitable

He tries to hide his tears whenever he thinks about the possibility

Gets extra protective of you on missions, decides he will protect you with his life to make sure you can grow old

Built stronger armour for you to wear on missions, but it was too heavy

Kamui

Cries a lot, but realises you get sad when he's sad so he'll just stand there, tears and snot running but with the biggest smile (to try cheer you up)

Is in denial for a long time

Will spend nearly every second with you, going the extra mile to keep you safe and almost dying in the process

Has talked to you about becoming a construct so you both can live forever

Roland

Makes a joke about how fragile you are

But secretly is trying to find a way to save you

Might try force you to become an ascendant, not realising how selfish he is being

If you reject though, he will relent and makes sure no other ascendant or corrupted get near you

Wanshi

One of the few who accepts your mortality

Just spends most of your time together doing nice chill things

Gets a bit possessive when you try to go somewhere else

Is the type to sit at your grave for hours staring at your name

Watanabe

Will try even harder to create his Eden so you can live a perfect life

Also very over protective and won't let you go anywhere without him

He knows it will happen eventually, he just want to make sure you live a long happy life

In private he will just hug you for hours, wanting to memorise the feeling before its gone forever

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[solaeter]

Hello ! May I request kamui and lee headcanons from pgr with a reader thats a bit of a tsundere? Tries to be tough on the outside but is really just afraid of being vulnerable,, if not that’s alright ! Please take care of yourself !

I'm slowly crawling out of the cave and getting back into writing! Hope you enjoy it!!

Warning[s]: Mentions of an injury, but not in detail Requests: OPEN | Rules | Masterlist 

Kamui

⤷Kamui admires how strong and tough you are, especially when the two of you get the spar in the training room!

⤷He doesn't seem to notice how you have a certain edge to your voice or how you may come off dismissive when he's a little too nice. It's just how he is! Kamui is a full blown fluff ball and he won't let you shrug him off without some persistence or you having to refer to Chrome to get him off your back.

⤷Though when you're alone, you appreciate every little moment and tender action Kamui shows you. It makes your chest warm and your cheeks flare as you think back over and over and over. You wished you could openly express yourself, but showing a side of you so small and vulnerable was out of the question! You were raised to not show weakness, so you refused to let Kamui in, even though you wanted to embrace all his advances with open arms.

⤷And it's when you take a nasty blow during a mission where you worked with the Strike Hawk team that your hard-built barrier cracks due to Kamui keeping you safe and checking on you afterwards. His voice is so gentle and more quiet than what it usually is and he looks so concerned that it has your heart thumping wildly as you suddenly forget you're injured. You try to deny his help of course, yet when Kamui pulled you into his arms, you never wanted to leave.

⤷But admitting such a thing would never happen! And you even scold him once you're treated, dismissing him once more. Kamui would usually laugh you off, joking with you before running off to pester someone else, but this time he doesn't budge.

⤷Instead Kamui takes a leap of faith, uncaring if you beat him up or tell him off and places a little ol kiss on your forehead, saying that he'd always be there for you even if you didn't want him to be.

○And that has you stunned, locked in place and at a total loss. Because no one has ever said something like that to you. He's slowly making his way past your barriers and even though it'll take a long time to finally see you at your most vulnerable, you do offer him a tender smile, one that hardly anyone gets to see and thank him for being so sweet.

⤷To Kamui, that's like winning the lottery.

Lee

⤷Lee is dense and doesn't really look at others' emotions at face value. Yeah he cares deeply for his comrades and family, but it doesn't mean he can tell if you are aggressive with him because you like him or dislike him.

⤷Of course, he'll match your attitude with his own dismissive sass and carry on with his day. But don't let that offend you! He just doesn't have a high interest in the act of love. Which you appreciate because it helps keep your walls up and stronger than ever.

⤷Though, Lee does notice that you get more aggressive with him than others. Does it bother him? Not really, but does he wonder why? Absolutely. It makes him wonder what he's done to get on your bad side?

⤷So he'd question you out of the blue after you finished training, arms crossed and that alarmingly calm expression adorning his beautiful features.

⤷You really don't know how to respond besides saying it's nothing personal, which Lee accepts with a huff. He does like you, so much and it takes a lot of willpower to keep from outwardly showing it. Like blushing and losing his way with words. So knowing that you don't necessarily hate him is a good thing!

⤷Though things seem to change after you come back from an assignment, eyes are void of your usual spunk and fire. You lost so much and yet came out victorious. You should be happy! Yet you want to crumble, shut yourself away from everyone and cry. But you don't, you muster a fake smile that doesn't reach your eyes and Lee corners you after your briefing.

⤷He's not one to hug, he gets unusually stiff but he tries for you! He pulls you into his arms and awkwardly pats your back, but to you..it's the most endearing thing you could have experienced in that moment. And he feels you break, your walls crumbling down as you sob and sob into his jacket.

⤷It's these moments where Lee freezes, unsure on how to comfort you. But he says he's here for you, that your burdens don't have to be yours alone if you'd just stop being difficult. His words stun you, distracting the pain that attacks your heart. Even though he's right, you still can't see yourself..more like allow yourself such a novelty. Being vulnerable only leads to more pain, but you thank him quietly.

○Lee knows you're a tough one to crack, just like him. But he'd do anything to help make your life a little easier even if you nag at him to stop.

[mionie]

PGR Chats

Requested

Confession

Pairings: Kamui x reader

Warning: fluff

A/N: Enjoy☺️

(Refers to the chat story here)

[starryficsfinishwen]

✧。◟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

[punishing-eden]

Requests are Open

I think I should have some fun...

Tis the season🎄🎄, and I thought, maybe I should accept some new ideas for fun.

Requests are now open until the 22nd of December GMT +8.

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[mackjlee9]

Kamui x Top!Male!Reader x Kamu [Lime]

Warning; non-con somnophilia? (you're just pretending to be asleep), double blowjob, deepthroat. Minors spoilers for Kamu's affection story.

(Kamui could either be Bastion or Tenebrion) (100% percent recommend this game, and I know is 'Camu' in the game, but I like 'Kamu' more)

Masterlist.

Game; Punishing Gray Raven

Ever since he arrived at Babylonia and has been assigned under Gray Raven's Commandant he has been annoyed. He constantly avoided talking to any of the other constructs, while others out of the Gray Raven squad looked at him with a glare or disgust in their eyes, however, after coming to terms with Kamui, the blond had been going to his room every night to talk about whatever he could come up with, so at least someone didn't avoid him.

Despite having a disinterested expression on his face, Kamui knew that Kamu was listening to him and that made him happy, a bright smile showing up on his face every time he left the purple-eyed male.

Reluctantly, he got to know better the Commandant he was assigned to every time they met. Whether it was because they were training to control his power through the remote-control M.I.N.D connection and not hurt the Commandant, or because he invited him out to eat. Slowly but surely, like an abandoned puppy, Kamu started growing fond of the other male, calling him by his name or another nickname he could up with, enjoying the sight of his annoyed expression whenever Kamu called him 'idiot' or 'gross'.

Eventually, he did start calling him (M/n), or Commandant like the rest did. They were getting closer and he couldn't stop remembering the warm touch of his hand on him. Despite being made out of metal, his body, somehow, was able to feel (M/n)'s warmth, and that made his body react with the feeling of his blood rushing and his heart thumping, just like when he was training or in battle.

He wondered how everything would've turned out without the Pushing Virus, but the chance of not being able to meet his Commandant left him with a sour feeling in the depth of his mind.

And because of that, hearing Kamui blabbering about whatever Kamui was blabbering about, he couldn't hold it anymore, he had to talk to someone about it. Ever since they came back from a mission he hasn't been able to shake that feeling off, seeing how the rest of Gray Raven was so attached to their Commandant... it bothered him, greatly. They were all over him even after he called a small break and just sat there, resting his tired human body and from the M.I.N.D. connection.

"Kamui," the blond immediately stopped talking, looking at the transcendant in front of him. "Have you ever felt... annoyed about seeing the rest... so close to Commandant (M/n)?"

Kamui stayed silent, making Kamu look up from his hands, making eye contact with him. Purple eyes staring into green ones and vice-versa. Kamui was quietly analyzing Kamu's words, realizing how similar they were to each other.

With a deep breath, Kamui showed a gentle smile towards the silver-haired male, "So, you're in love with the Commandant too?" Kamu flinched at the blond's words and stared at him surprised, he opened his mouth to refuse what he said, but he couldn't.

"Is not like I intended to, he's just..."

"So nice, right?" Kamui said along with Kamu, his usual bright smile plastered on his face, "Commandant really brings the cute side out of everyone," he added, making the other male frown at being called 'cute', even so, talking about the Commandant made him crave (M/n)'s warm touch.

He remembered his words, telling him that he'll be able to feel his warmth whenever he wanted. They resonated in his mind, craving it more than he ever thought he could crave something.

Kamu started thinking about going to the Commandant's room, when he realized a small detail that he almost overlooked. His purple eyes stared at Kamui, who still had a big smile on his face.

"Too? You like (M/n) too, Kamui?" And despite being made out of metal they still had some human functions and reactions, that's why Kamui felt his face as if it was on fire, knowing he had a blush painting his cheeks.

He crossed his arms over his chest, and had a small pout on his lips, he looked like a little kid, "What if I do like him too?" He mumbled in a flustered tone, his green eyes glancing away from Kamu, who snorted as he thought of a little plan.

He stood up from his bed and held Kamui's wrist, dragging him to the door. "Come with me."

///////

Standing outside of (M/n)'s room, both males checked around the halls, making sure nobody would see them, thankfully, everyone seemed to be asleep currently.

"Let's go," Kamu whispered as he slid the door open, letting Kamui walk in first before closing the door behind them.

The blond felt a little nervous about sneaking into their Commandant's room, and when he looked at Kamu he wondered how he was so calm. "Now what?"

Kamu looked at him and a smirk tugged on his lips.

"Now we're gonna have fun," the blond stared at the silver-haired male as he walked towards (M/n)'s bed, where he was sleeping, and now they were gonna disrupt his peaceful slumber!

"Kamu, I don't think we should-" he was interrupted by a soft moan coming from the sleeping male, and just now he realized that Kamu had climbed onto his bed, placed himself between his legs, and had been touching his member over his pants.

"You can leave if you want, Kamui, but I'm gonna have a taste of Commandant," he said glancing over his shoulder at the blond before turning back toward (M/n). He noticed how the sleeping man was getting an erection, so he pulled his pants and underwear down, licking his lips as he held his warm cock in his hand.

Kamui gulped as he saw how Kamu stroked (M/n)'s cock, the sensation of shivers down his spine with every moan and groan their Commandant let out. This was wrong, they shouldn't be here, but his body wasn't responding to him.

It moved on its own, climbing on the bed with Kamu and watching how his tongue swirled around the tip of (M/n)'s cock, whose breathing was turning heavier by the second.

Kamu glanced at Kamui and he started dragging his tongue down the side as if inviting the blond to use his tongue too. He leaned down closer and stuck his tongue out, experimentally he licked up slowly, he didn't have a sense of taste, none of the constructs had, however, he felt a sweet taste in his mouth, and a soft whimper left him whenever he caught some pre-cum on his tongue.

Kamu smirked as he looked at Kamui's satisfied expression, their tongues going up and down at different paces, occasionally they graced each other's tongue and that feeling made them moan.

At one point, they noticed (M/n)'s cock twitching, so Kamu made the blond back away for a bit, making him whine.

"Wait, let's not get him to cum yet, I want this to last longer," and so they did, they teased (M/n) so much to the point his hips would thrust up for more friction, but both would just back away and stare at the way his thighs trembled and how his hands gripped onto the bedsheets.

Even if they were enjoying edging and teasing (M/n)'s painfully erect cock, said male was getting mad at them. They were the ones that came into his room and started touching him -well, Kamu was the first one- but now... he wanted to cum, so badly.

Without being able to hold on anymore, he opened his eyes and looked down, both had their eyes closed, their moans and whines sending vibrations through his cock, something that made him grit his teeth.

He felt another orgasm coming, his hips thrusting up unconsciously, but then again, they stopped. And he had enough.

(M/n) reached his hand down and gripped Kamu's silver locks, pushing him down to make him take his entire cock down his throat.

Kamui stared surprised at their Commandant, before shifting his green eyes toward his dark look-alike. Kamu had his eyes open, staring up at (M/n) who had his jaw clenched, grunts resonating within his chest at the feeling of Kamu's throat around his cock.

The blond realized that Kamu was enjoying being used, moans sending vibrations all over (M/n)'s dick, his hands gripped tightly onto the messy bedsheets, he had no gag reflex and it was very clear he liked it, which made Kamui whine, reaching to hold the Commandant's wrist.

"I-I... want too~" (M/n) glanced at Kamui, lifting his free hand to stroke the blond's face, who leaned onto his hand, loving the gesture of affection he received.

"Wait like a good boy, Kamui, you'll get your turn soon..." he muttered, pulling on Kamu's hair and thrusting his hips up. (M/n) was getting so close to cumming, and the way the transcendant stared at him made him choke on a moan as he tiled his head back, his cum spurting out his slit, down Kamu's throat.

He took deep breaths as he pushed the silver-haired male away, and Kamu was left with his mouth open, cum dripping down his chin and tongue, catching his breath and his body trembling.

"Kamui... come on," the blond stared at (M/n) as he held his still erect cock in his hand, guiding him closer with the hand still on his face.

The blond opened his mouth and slowly started taking every single inch in his mouth, Kamui didn't have a gag reflex either, but he felt as if he was choking on it.

"Slow, don't force it... do it slowly," he heard (M/n) whisper at him, and he took a deep breath through his nose, bobbing his head up and down, increasing his speed with every move. His green eyes started gathering tears, soon dripping down his cheeks as he whimpered at the feeling of (M/n)'s cock down his throat. He almost wanted this moment to last forever.

However, (M/n) had almost dumped all his cum, he felt like he had blue balls while he was being edged a few minutes ago, and most of it was now in Kamu's mouth, his dick was sensitive and he was about to cum already, so he wasn't going to last much longer.

Kamui felt (M/n)'s hands touching the horn on the right side of his forehead, his touch was soft and gentle, before his fingers gripped it tightly, pushing his throbbing cock all the way down his throat, emptying himself in his mouth.

(M/n) gently pushed Kamui away, staring at the lovesick expression he had in his eyes, shining bright with the unspilled tears. Both males had cum in their mouths, dripping down, their eyes bright as they stared at him.

"You better have a good explanation about this, but now, let's just sleep," both swallowed the warm cum swirling on their tongues, and watched as their Commandant fixed his clothes and laid down his bed, "Come here, we have a lot of stuff to do in the morning."