#pgr camu x reader

[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)

[unhappy-last-resort]

Camu drabble

Warnings: non-con, smut

Imagine Camu creeping up behind you just after you finished a mission. It's late and the sky has gone dark, you're too busy staring at the stars to notice how he's looming over you, amethyst eyes carefully sweeping over every inch of your body. He's been wanting to do more with you for a while and now he finally has the perfect window of opportunity to do what he's always wanted with you.

It's too late to stop him by the time he shoves you against a partially broken wall, hands pinned above your head as his free hand roams your body. His hand quickly finding your sensitive areas and stroking/rubbing them as he whispers how good you're doing.

It's not long until your pants and underwear are torn away, his cock thrusting in and out of you like there's no tomorrow, like you're not going to have to walk to the transport craft in a couple hours. Struggling only makes him fuck into you harder, any pleas for him to stop, or slow down falling on deaf ears.

He fills your pretty little hole with his cum again and again until it spills out of you, using you like his personal fucktoy until he can see the transport craft in the distance.

"Ah, there we go. My little Commandant looks much better this way, I think you're suited for this." Camu whispers in your ear as he coats your walls with his purple tinted cum for the last time, pulling out of you and catching some of it with his fingers so you can taste it.

"You took it so well just like I told you, and remember-"

"Not a single peep about this to anyone, got that?"

[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

[flareovium]

"Loving him is like..."

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

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

as usual, more under the cut!

Driving a new Maserati down a dead end street.

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

—Roland, Noctis, TEASELL—

Changing your mind in the middle of a free fall.

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

—Vonnegut, Murray—

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

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

—Lee, SKK, Wanshi—

Knowing all the words to your old favorite song.

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

—Chrome, Kamui, Noan—

Trying to know somebody you've never met.

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

—ASIMOV, Camu, Watanabe—

[king-of-the-kingless]

MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY ~~Fem!! Reader~~ 1.3k words Warnings: vaginal fingering, creampie, squirting, power imbalance, rough, teasing

You going into Camu's room wasn't planned, you had a hard day, and everything you touched seemed to go wrong. Liv told you to take the day off, and it had just started, so your dejected self went straight to Camu. Knocking on his door, there was no response from inside, but that didn't stop you from opening the door and just walking in. 

You got used to Camu not responding to the door, but you're the only one he lets in. "Camu, are you awake?" you called out, seeing a mass on his bed in the vague shape of his broad shoulders. Shutting and locking the door behind you, you start walking towards his bed, taking off your shoes and jacket before sliding in under the blanket with him. You know he's awake, there was no way he wasn't. Almost immediately one of his strong arms wraps around your waist, pulling you against his shirtless toned chest. 

"To what pleasure do I get for waking up to you coming to me, Commandant?" his gruff voice spoke, more hoarse and masculine from just waking up. 

"had a horrible morning, you’d comfort me, right?" you glance up at his face, eyes locking with his discolored ones. 

"Mmm, depends." with that, he shut his eyes and got comfy, aiming to just go back to sleep. 

Pouting, you let out a heavy exhale and just pressed your face to his chest. Suddenly, you thought of an idea. Your pout is now replaced with a slutty smirk, hands inching downwards to remove your pants, making sure to make it obvious. You can feel his arm tighten around your waist, it was working. 

Slowly, you remove your panties as well, propping up your leg onto his hip. Your fingers dip into your folds, softly sliding around your clit, teasing yourself just a bit to get wet. Leaning forward, you press a soft kiss against his wide chest, taking a deep breath of his scent before plunging two fingers into your cunt. 

His hand slides from your waist to your thigh propped up on him, "What do you think you're doing?" 

"Giving myself comfort, because someone won't," you tease, a soft moan leaving your lips as you start to finger yourself, imagining it was him. Thrusting down onto your hand, you set a good pleasurable pace, moaning for him. However, it seemed like Camu's willpower was stronger than you thought, he didn't move his hand from your thigh. 

Speeding up a bit in retaliation, you cry out his name as your clit rubs up against your palm with each thrust of your hips and every curl of your fingers pressing right into your bundle of nerves. Keeping the rhythm, you sob against him, biting and nibbling against his pecs, earning you a deep groan from your lover. 

It wasn't long before you could feel yourself about to cum, clenching down on your hands, your slick sliding down your hand onto his bed. "Oh fuck, Camu, I’m close…" you whine, his hand squeezing your thigh in response. 

His hand slides down your thigh straight to your cunt, spreading your folds before applying pressure to your clit. That sent you over the edge, clamping down on your fingers and crying out his name. 

"Such a good girl, now let me comfort you some more," he murmurs, sliding your fingers out of your cunt and replacing them with two of his thicker, stronger ones. Immediately you can feel the stretch, whining at the feeling. 

His pace started slow, rocking you out of your orgasm, dragging it out before speeding up and roughly fucking you with his fingers. Throwing your head back, you grab onto his bicep with your slick-covered fingers, clenching against his fingers. "Oh fuck! Camu!!" 

His pace is rough, just like his personality, and drags another orgasm out of you, but he never stops just what you like. His other hand slides to the back of your head, grabbing your neck to pull your face up to his, latching his lips onto yours. His broken horn-like inver-device pokes you in the forehead before he tilts his head to prevent it. 

You whine into his mouth, feeling your slick slide down your thigh. You were so wet for him, dragging another orgasm. You were so blissed out, that you couldn't fight the tongue sliding into your mouth as it dragged against your teeth before pressing into your tongue. 

Having to catch your breath, you pull away, to his disappointment. Glancing downwards, you open the blanket just a bit to look down, watching as a soft purple glow can be seen from between your legs. His fingers illuminated the blanket enough for you to see him fucking you with them. Moaning at the sight, you spread your legs further apart lifting it off of Camu. 

His thumb slides up and applies pressure to your clit again, circling it with vigor. You go slack from the feeling, but it wasn't long before you could feel stretched again by him adding a third glowing finger into your pussy. Crying from the feeling, you rock your hips to his pace. As his third finger was added, you can see the light dim every time he thrusts his hand into you, knowing all that light is all up in your pussy and it sends goosebumps all over your body. 

He drags you through another orgasm, hearing the slick get louder. You whine his name, eyes rolling to the back of your head. But it wasn't long before you could feel another coming, but this one felt just slightly different. "Oh! Oh wait, Camu!" You cried but it was too late, squirting all over his hand, blanket, and bed, you shivered and fell limp, legs shaking and twitching. 

Only then did his pace slow and he's soft, pressing rough kisses against your face. "You did so well," he sits up, removing his fingers from your cunt and licking them off. He positions himself between your legs, sliding down his sweatpants enough for his thick erection to pop out. Grabbing onto the underside of your knees, he lifts and presses them down against your chest, sliding his huge cock against your folds. 

"Fuck Camu, please, I want you..." you whine, shaking in anticipation. 

That was all he wanted to hear before plunging into you. A groan leaves him as you clench down on him. Licking his lips, he starts to rock his hips into you, dragging a needy moan from you. 

Just like his hands, his pace quickens and becomes rougher, sliding out till he almost falls out before slamming right back in, forcing you to take his entire thick cock. Your noises got louder, you're crying out his name as he fucks you ruthlessly. 

Pressing you further into the mating press he had you in, he locks lips with you. Making out with you to shut you up, he doesn't need other people to hear you crying and whining on his cock. You reach up with a hand to slide your fingers through his soft gray hair, pulling at it as another orgasm rocks through your body. 

He laughs at you when he pulls away from your lips. Miscolored eyes staring down at you all dumb and needy on his cock, in response to his laugh, you clench down on him, orgasming again. It wasn't often he laughed. 

Groaning at the feeling, his pace gets sloppy, biting down on his bottom lip. It wasn't long before he slams into you and released his cum into you, filling you up. He rocks his hips, dragging out his orgasm, feeling his cock pulse inside of your walls. 

You reach and grab his broad shoulders, digging your hands into his muscles. "God Camu, I love you so much."

You earn a smile from him and he releases your legs and hovers over you, still fully sheathed in you. "Mhm, I know. You'll have to help me wash my bed, you made such a mess."

Rolling your eyes, you pinch his cheek. "After a nap, I don't think I can move thanks to someone."

[mionie]

Distance

Pairing: Camu x gn!reader

Genre: angst, fluff, action

Warnings: VERY SUGGESTIVE but not explicit, OOC, mild swearing, quite long, grammatical errors, unedited

A/N: Finally! I had finished writing thisssssss. This was longer than I expected and I had to rush when writing this longfic, only in half 7 hours. Why am I rushing? Because I had to go to sleep, it's almost 12 AM and I still have classes tomorrow. Okay, that's enough for now, have fun reading🥰

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Camu clenched his teeth, swinging his sword at the scorpion lunging at him. Like a cornered beast, he attacked only at what he can reach. He stood between you and the new sentient creatures born from the virus, your last fortress against your enemies. You had yourself leaning against the wall, numb and bleeding from the previous attack.

You were given a mission many hours ago situated in the Dead Zone and automatically, Camu was assigned to you and your team members were stationed back in Babylonia for a their regular check-up and surprise vacation. Normally, a constructs' team had to do things together with their assigned commandant (except for some teams) but this was a special case. A sudden rise of the virus in the Dead Zone pose a threat to the newly built research facility near the zone, thus, Hasen had to send you for investigation.

Search for clues regarding this matter. This was his orders. And it rang in the back of mind.

With your your blurring vision, you watched Camu's back, broad and strong against the creatures. He maintained the 5-meters distance, hacking and slashing them into pieces as they continuously advance towards you.

You, not Camu.

He knew this, that was why he could not increase or decrease the distance of his radius from you. The system programmed in him kept track of your condition as well as the rising number of the slick and crawling creatures. Your body temperature was dropping and the connection you shared with him was fluctuating.

Given your situation, maintaining the M.I.N.D. connection was already a struggle, with the addition of the high density of virus, you wondered how you were still conscious and sane.

Your head hurt from the noise and the seeping virus in you veins. Refusing to succumb by the lull of death, you fished out a small box within your pockets. Inside were syringes and vials of the serum placed carefully. Your hands shook, filling the syringe with the antidote. Your veins bulged a sickly purple on your wrist, throbbing achingly in intervals as it flowed to your entire system.

If someone were to see you, they would have killed you in place of mercy. A bitter smile came to your lips, injecting the serum on your shoulder area. As the serum entered your body, you felt it working in killing the invading virus. You already experienced the horror and pain in being infected before in your missions, but never had you felt the clash of the serum and virus in your stream. Maybe the virus was dominating you slowly that you could feel your whole body burning from its contact with your cure.

When you could feel your limbs again, you raised your gun, pointing at the beetle diving in to attack Camu and shot. He briefly glanced at you over his shoulder and went back to hacking away. You shot again, providing support to your only construct.

"On your right," you managed a murmur. No matter how low the volume of your voice, he heard you. Gripping his greatsword tighter, he swung it hard, creating an arc that pushed away the creatures. He took this little chance, rushing towards you and carried you away.

Even with the attempted escape, their enemies kept appearing on each side, slowly gaining on them. Camu sliced through that got in your way as you aimed, watching his back.

He was not human but both of you know that he was exhausted already. You scanned the area he brought you with. You were on a desolate street with cars from the Golden Age. Thankfully, they blocked the chasing enemies, however, Camu had to zigzag his way around and it slowed him down.

Camu held you securely, careful not to put too much pressure on your wounds. With the map uploaded in his M.I.N.D., both of you were farther than he anticipated. To save you, he had to navigate past groups of Corrupted in the abandoned city in between the research facility and your current location. But he could not fight as well as had you in his hold, that would put you more in danger, also, the sun had ready set and it was getting colder.

"F*ck." Camu skidded and ran into an alley hidden from the main street. After many turns, you entered a building from the back and he went up many flight of stairs. Using his Inver Device, he did not detect any lingering enemies and set you on a bed after he dusted off the dirt and dust.

Your body temperature kept on dropping. The warmth that he secretly treasured was slowly slipping away. He does not want that to happen. He would not allow it.

He was filled with the virus, he should not be holding you especially now that you were injured and many wounds that is inviting the Punishing Virus to enter. But he prayed, prayed that you would excuse it if ever you would be infected again because of him.

He looked at you and you nod. He unbuttoned your clothes, exposing your body to him covered with lacerations and dried blood. With his prior knowledge when he was a human soldier, he learnt how to treat wounds from minor to major. Using this to his advantage, he patched you up in a hurry and forced you to drink medicine he found while rummaging in your clothes.

After that, he laid you gently. Your clothes remained on you hoping to provide a little bit of warmth but was left open, causing you to shiver uncomfortably. He knew this so he sat close, blocking the cold wind entering from the broken window.

He felt useless. He could not even protect you from your enemies and had to watch you lie on the bed without blankets. Camu contemplated lighting up a fire, but he could not risk drawing the attention of the biocreature b*stards. Turning on his Inver Device, he sent an S.O.S. in the Strike Hawks Channel, knowing that they had their mission near them.

With shaky hands, you tapped his arm, gaining his attention. He returned his focus on you, leaning closely to trap the heat from your feverish self. You murmured something and he drew closer, leaning on the metal railing of the bed.

"Are they still here?" You said, your breath coming out as soft puffs in the night air.

"No, we're safe. I already sent a signal to Strike Hawks. You need Wanshi to look on your wounds."

Chuckling, you pointed at your bandaged arms, "I think you already did a great job."

"I'm no medic, (Name). It's better to be sure than sorry."

"Mmm," you hummed shifting on the bed, "it's cold."

"I know, but they'll be here soon. Hang on just a little bit more."

After all, what could a virus-filled construct like him do? He would only cause more harm. He could taint you black and kill you. He knew how painful it was to transition from human to infected. And he refused for you to experience what he experienced.

You, on the other hand, had other thoughts. He had that same expression again, an expression that told the world that he was ugly and a monster. Belittling himself again. But he was mistaken. He was not. You saw him for him and wanted to tell him how he meant so much for you.

Yet, how? You tried so many times and you failed to deliver your emotions clearly to him without breaking the two of you apart. You wanted to laugh at yourself. A commandant, failing to communicate effectively with your construct. Such thing would admonish you by the council.

You remembered Nikola saying these words to you, "humans and constructs cannot be together," or along those lines. It was not a rule even if you look for it in your military handbook. You saw numbers of human-construct couples in Babylonia, but their relationship started when both were still humans and still continued loving each other even if one of the pair become construct. Nikola's words were a warning, not for insubordination, but worry.

As you remember Nikola's words, you wanted nothing more to prove him wrong. Maybe you really were being insubordinate but this stemmed from your irritation towards your Commander. You wanted to feel Camu, had him envelope you in his built, and paint the moment deep in your memory.

Through your delirium and need for warmth, your voice drew out a thin but oh-so sweet whisper, "ignite me."

The metal railing dented with his strong, sudden grip over your head as you looked at him with half-lidded eyes. Was it from sleepiness, or the cold, or from the medicine, or from something that came deeper from within you? That, he was confused, conflicted, but it was tempting. You were tempting him to dive into that unknown abyss, not knowing what would come next. But it would not be completely unknown, because he knew what he was getting into.

As if teasing his self-control, you reached out and ghosted your fingers up his arm, over his shoulders, and down his torso. There, you slipped a finger under the straps over his chest. Your nail scratching the valley that had him breathe faster.

You pulled him in. It was a weak tug, your strength had not yet returned and still continued to wane because of fatigue and medicine, but he followed, allowing you and guided him over you.

He was hovering now, his shadow dark and engulfing your being under the dim light of the moon. His purple eyes gleamed with desire, tracing over your features in the new proximity. He already memorized your features and general physicality as it was required in recognizing the only human that he connected with. Now with your closeness, he could see the imperfections: the slightly large pores, blackheads on your nose, light freckles on your cheeks, dry and chapped lips, scars over here and there, and many more. But did he care? Yes, he did. The imperfections you have were parts of you and he felt a flutter within.

Camu's weight pressed you furthur on the bed, his chest and yours almost touching if not with your hand in between. His mismatched sclera made him more ethereal to you. The people back in Babylonia, humans and constructs, upon seeing him would pale in fear whenever he passes by them. It was an indication that he had the virus and that he was somewhat a Corrupted. He hated it, loathed the idea of being the same as those he hated, but he could not change that. He just accepted on what he became and ignored the stares if he can.

But not you. You were different, you faced him directly and was willing to annoy him into cooperation with the Babylonians' missions. You let him try to understand your true intentions, and he let you break down his walls. It was a change that felt foreign, but he welcomed it.

His left hand remained clutching the railing while the other flat over your sides, trailing up. His touch was cool but surely left fire on your skin just like you instructed, you wonder if you had not turned into ashes at dawn.

"Tell me," his voice rumbled at the back of his throat, sending vibrations down your already breathless state, "how should I 'ignite' you?"

You let out a mewl when a sharp finger traced the junction on your neck, "you already are." You panted.

A guttural sound filled the still night. The soft sound that escaped your lips brought him closer, a need to taste the sweetness and softness of you. He stopped only a millimeter away. He fought alongside you before as you tried investigating the source of the virus' fluctuation. Then he was protecting you from a 5-meter radius, and that distance decreased when both of you escaped death. Right now, away from battle and safe in your temporary shelter, he was millimeters away from losing his sanity.

"I'm a Corrupted, (Name). You're jumping into the abyss."

"What if I want to? Is there a rule that Constructs and humans can't be together?"

"I'm a Corrupted. I can and will hurt you."

"No, you won't. I know." It was a faith you had that made him weak, but also strong. Your free hand encircled his waist, pulling him completely on you and locking him in place with your feet around his calves.

"And if I did?" He whispered, the tip of his nose nudging yours gently. A silent plea of a broken man, well, Transcendant, that you would still hold him, that you would not pull away to the what-ifs he would bring you.

You were silent, sketching figures on his back. You saw his hesitance in his purple pools. He was always hesitant, although he would look assertive and daring, which he also was. Your interactions with him showed his hidden past and pain that he long burried. Throughout the moments you spent with him, he was slow in acceptance. That slowness was his hesitation, even with matters that he was aware that made him happy.

One time when both of you were walking down the park, you could see him eyeing the foodstalls lining the sides of the walkway. It would take seconds for him to leave his internal debate and pull you into buying his choices of food.

Another one would be his silence whether he would join the conversation over games of the Strike Hawks members. He was seated on the side, eating crackers and seemed to ignore them, but you sensed that he was intently listening to their excitement.

There were many more instances that had you witness his vulnerability, but currently, with you caged under him, he was extremely vulnerable. As you were breaking down the tall, massive walls surrounding him, he was on the other side placing explosives for this very night just for you to see.

You smiled, "I still have many vials in store with me." He groaned, starting to pull away but you pulled him back, closer, and tighter that had him burying you on the old, but soft mattress of the bed. "It was a joke, Camu."

Your laugh made him squint his eyes. You were very radiant, hair sprawled like a halo and warm like fire. Under him, taking in his weight and smiling up at him was an act he would not do to just anyone. You held him preciously, caressing him lovingly, sharing intimate gazes, he was on the edge before the plunge.

"Your answer. For real, this time."

Closing your eyes, you felt him on every part of you, the hardness and softness of his body, the rough and the smooth patterns of his suit, the still and the even breathing of the man atop of you, you relished in the moment of the cool air of the night. Before you would be consumed by the fire he would ignite.

"I am willing to be with you and jump into that abyss."

He dove, deep.

Claiming what he wants, breathing in the intoxicating scent of you, lips massaging yours in a sensual dance, and sometimes his teeth would graze your abused lip. He would take in your gasps and took the chance when your mouth parted, feeling you melt when tongues twined.

Addictive. Obsessed. Out of control. He pulled away and went downwards. Your sound, your skin, your taste. Sweet human, you were his virus, taking over and drowning him in delight.

His solace in this night. His home for life.

Your breath hitched upon the hot air he blew on your neck. You squirmed as goosebumps appeared on your bandaged arms. His nose tickling your neck and remained there. He laid unmoving and you kept count of the seconds that passed with him doing... nothing more.

"Camu?" You tilted your head, trying to peek at him. You managed and saw a haughty smirk he tried hiding against your neck. Confusion bubbled in you, and you shivered from his silent laugh. He raised his head, watching the wrinkles forming on your face.

"What is it, my dear Commandant?" He was gleeful while you were trying to understand the halt in your previous activity.

"I thought that... Wait," you were reaching into a conclusion. His smirk grew wider and your eyes got thinner.

"You said to 'ignite' you. I just did." It was only now you noticed the heat eminating from him. He had turned on his heating system to spare you from hypothermia. You have been had.

Heat from yourself rose from your neck up to your face. A scarlet tint that not went unnoticed by him. Were you the only one who felt the tension? You were sure you saw it in his eyes. Or was it because you were too tired and because of the medication? If those were the reason, you had an alibi to blame it on your delusion.

He was still staring even after your internal battle. The smirk he plastered on his lips softened into a smile. Flushing more, if that was possible, you turned your head away. Afraid of embarrassing yourself than you already are, you nudged him to let him roll off you. But he stayed in place.

"Ahem. Camu, can you please get off?"

"I don't wanna. S'comfy here." He nestled into your neck once more. This time, planting a kiss over your cartorid artery feeling your pulse.

He could have lost you. He lost many things even when he was human. Lied to and betrayed, no more again he would want to feel that pain. He suffered so much but still had a tiny bit of hope for the future. That was why Kamui was important to him; another part of him that taught him the colors of the forsaken world. He was his sun, showing him the spectrum of colors under his warm rays.

And you, you were just a human, a commandant following orders like a dog by the higher-ups in reclaiming the planet they used to live. You were tiny and insignificant to them, although you delivered many things for the same dream by walking on the dirt of Earth. A bug that could be easily crushed if they deemed you a hindrance to their plans, and yet you contributed something more. A firefly. You were his speck of light in the dark.

"Lover." You said and he froze, "you're my lover now, right?"

He said nothing but continued in his actions. No words were needed from him because you already knew from his phantom marks of the kisses over the pulsing skin in between your collarbone — Mine.

A tall construct with sunshire hair slid into the room, a greatsword of his own snuggled on his back, "hehe! Kamui's he--!" His eyes threatened to pop out off his sockets. On the bed, you were in a very intimate lock with his original personality. Clothes open and skin flushed, he slapped his hands on his eyes and tried cooling down his heating system. If Asimov would question the state he had been, he would promise to keep it with him to his death.

"MY EYES!!"

"Your eyes, what?" Came in another blond, but more collected and authorative than the first. Chrome raised a perfect brow on seeing his most troublesome member on the ground wriggling like a worm. He turned for the two other individuals in the room but stopped functioning to process the situation.

He spun around, eyes shut and a blush over his cheeks, "we received your distress signal and had to rush here... We will be on the other room if you need us..." Even with his eyes closed, he managed to hook Kamui's jacket with his scythe and dragged him out.

Wanshi's head popped inside the room and whistled at their frozen state, "in the last room at the very edge of the bottom floor, we'll be there. Although I don't think you would need us until morning. Careful not to push the Commandant too much, they're still injured," he continued Chrome's words and popped away again. His whistle faded in the hall as you pushed him off you but you were still weak.

"Camu!"

"Oh? I already hear action." Wanshi's muffled voice was followed by a heavy slap. You tried again but he would not budge, "Camu please. They already saw us!"

"Didn't you heard him? They won't bother us until morning," he yawned and flipped both of you, now he was at the bottom and you draped over him, careful not to press on your wounds.

You sighed, and placed your ear on his chest. It was silent, heartbeat was nonexistent, his synthetic muscles served as a pillow to dreamland and lulling you softly to sleep. If you strain your ears, you could hear Chrome's hushed scolding at the two. Giggling, you let exhaustion take over you as you lay comfortably and safe in his embrace.

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A/N: I could not stop screaming when writing this. I never expected that I would write it so.... Suggestively🫣 It was meant to be angst to fluff only, NOT the steamy— ANYWAY, I hope you enjoyed and see you next time❤️

[dawn-of-tomorrow]

PGR Kareshi (2) -- Camu [Meal]

[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

Tagged: @asoundofdrop

[ayioumz]

VALENTINES DAY ,, CAMU

2/14/2022: but all of the gifts that he had thought of - he wanted to give it all to you. ╰ ✦ character/s ; camu x gn! reader ╰ ✦ genre ; fluff & slight nsfw 'cause of camu's thoughts ... ╰ ✦ tw ; maybe a teeny bit of spoiler at affection 3 camu story ╰ ✦ check my other works here ; MASTERLIST

"why would i celebrate something so boring?" would be his reply when you ask him what his surprise for you would be, and still, he would ask for kamui's help in what to do for you - slowly stressing out because of kamui's reply, "oh! why not watch the sunset together? romantic right?" and that did not satisfy him the slightest.

camu had thought, 'romantic? isn't it much more romantic if [y/n] and i do the do?' but that, unfortunately did not satisfy him fully. he roamed around babylonia and crossed his arms over his chest.

he really isn't a romantic person but he's positive that there is the slightest romance in his soul and he is going to use it on you. so he thoughts, what would you like? you were a simple person and did not ask much - camu cursed under his breath and groaned with frustration before sitting down on a bench, placing his elbows on his knees and his hands ruffled his gray hair. how frustrating it was to think of something to please you, flowers? rings? actually, it was not that he couldn't think of anything but all of the gifts that he had thought of - he wanted to give it all to you.

if only he could give you his blank heart for you to write whatever you wish on it.

there were soft taps on his shoulder and camu looked up to see a bright smile and their angelic voice, "looking so frustrated doesn't look good on you, you know." they said and camu rolled his eyes before pressing his back on the bench when you had sat beside him. "so tell me what has gotten you so frustrated." you said with a smile, turning your body towards him to let him know you're ready to listen. "..didn't i tell you not to look for me?" he said and he saw how you rolled your eyes, "you're changing the subject and of course i'm still going to look for you." he bit his lip and glanced away, tapping his feet on the ground repeatedly, "i was trying to think of a present for you," he muttered but you didn't quite hear it. "what? what were you thinking again?" you asked and he turned his head towards you with a frown. "i was thinking of a valentine gift for you, dammit." he growled and his face slightly flushed, you stared at him before covering your mouth with your hand, "you were really thinking about that?" there was a big smile behind your hand. "ugh! i just said it, do you have a problem with that?" he stood up and walked away from you, trying to cool off - there was just this hand stopping him from leaving, "don't leave! okay okay, i just found it .. cute, i'm sorry!" you quickly said and added, "but the question was only to tease you! you really don't have to give me anything .. spending time with you is enough." you said and gave a soft smile when camu had finally turned around to look at you.

camu thought maybe it was really enough, there was nothing that would be as special as spending time with you - but he would definitely think about kamui's suggestion and try it with you.

[punishing-eden]

Giving constructs your black card can either go two ways...

Part 2

Pgr shopping headcanons

A continuation of part 1

Kamui (Tenebrion)

It's been a while since he saw you. You were busy and so was he.

Kamui thought that bumping into you in the corridor means that you guys get to spend time hanging out or do drills together.

"Sorry, Kamui, not today..." you said and mumbling about a certain shopping list.

Despite, him being more mature in the Tenebrion frame, he couldn't help but be a little nosy and tune into your worries.

When he was able to coax you to say what's on your mind, he laughs, "That's easy, I can run errands for you!"

Before he heads off, he teases you about double checking the shopping list, "you're sure that's everything? "

You still is quite skeptical about giving Kamui your black card. But he seems to be confident enough to handle on his own.

"Don't worry, Commandant,I am a big Boi now, I will put your black card right here." he places your black card in a designated pocket so he will not forget.

Unbeknown to you, Kamui invites Camu along the shopping trip...

Camu (Crottota)

Does not help and doesn't even want to.

He's so stubborn about what he likes and dislikes.

But, he was "forced" to go shopping with Kamui.

To be fair, the reason why Camu would tag along is mostly because he wanted to get some snacks.

He tries to put the snacks in the basket, but Kamui puts it back.

Both started arguing.

"you can't buy that, it's not on the list." "tsk, well then what's the point of bring me here then?"

Camu uses you as an excuse, and some how was able to convince Kamui to buy a bunch of snacks.

It probably went like: "fine! Then I will give this to Commandant!" "Commandant doesn't like that. Now, this is more like it." "dammit! That's not a good flavour!"

You get the gist.

They both end up getting 30% of the shopping done.

But really, despite 70% went to snacks. Camu got them with you in mind.

Lee (Palefire)

He was looking for you.

"Commandant, I have finished up the report analysis for all the proposals. It should be easier for you to approve them if necessary."

Lee is reliable as aways, so you thought it would be a good idea to ask him to run some errands.

He doesn't seem to be too pleased with the request and asks why. Because he genuinely wanted to know.

"Please, Lee. I just need help from you one last time!" 🙏🙏

He agrees and you gave him the list and your black card.

He is fully focus on the shopping. Scaning each product and analysing the ingredients before purchasing.

When he comes back and give you your stuff, you realised there were not the usual brands that you were used to.

When ask about that, Lee proceeds to sit with you and gives you his analysis on each and every one of the product.

"This detergent has 0.6% more baking soda which yields a better result for stain removal." or "This shampoo uses an extra 2 types of natural oils than your average shampoo. It helps with hair growth."

You returned to your room by the end of the day, with a bunch of paperwork and a bag of your purchased items.

Sighing from a long day at work, as well as stress over the constructs, you couldn't help but give a small warm smile.

Even though the task was not performed how you have in mind, it's still a nice thought that people or constructs cares enough for you.

Being cared for, is such a nice feeling.

To be continued...?

[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."

[koukouture]

Angst is temporary, smut is eternal

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

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

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

Watanabe

- Breeding man 

- Also a daddy kink for obvious reasons

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

- Calls you “baby” or “baby girl/boy” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lee

- Now, Lee can be one of two things:

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

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

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

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

- Calls you his slut/whore 

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

- Wear his jacket and it’s all over

- You won’t be walking for a while

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

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

Kamui

- Spoils you silly with his cock

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- Loves it if there’s a size difference

- “How am I doing, commandant?” 

Camu

- The muzzle stays on during sex

- Into petplay and a size difference

- Definitely likes leashes 

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

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

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

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

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

- You won’t be walking for a while 

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

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

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

Chrome

- Vanilla bitch :/

- Very romantic and sweet at least

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

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

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

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

- Likes oral, giving or receiving but especially giving

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

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

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

- What a fucking brat

- Why don’t you teach him a lesson?

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

Banji 

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

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

- Also fucking your thighs

- Service top

- Likes it when you tug his hair a bit 

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

- Cock warming while you two fall asleep

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

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

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

- Will fuck you in abandoned places

- Especially if there are corrupted nearby

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

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

- Also one to edge you

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[unhappy-last-resort]

Sneak Peaks & Snippets

Here are some snippets from a few drafts I have. All yandere, of course, and featuring Punishing: Gray Raven, Path To Nowhere, Love and Deepspace, and Genshin Impact.

Keep in mind all of these are wips and will change in the final result, I am also not certain when these will be finished. Regardless, I hope you enjoy these little sneak peaks!

Warnings: mentions of blood, yandere

Edit: I went back through and labeled each snippet along with the fandom it belongs to

You didn't expect Gray Raven to track you down after a mere two hours and demand an explanation out of you, only to then immediately join you and adamantly refuse any and all attempts to persuade, or force them to turn back.

Bad Decisions (Bianca, Punishing: Gray Raven)

It's been 30 hours since you all defected from Babylonia. You simply couldn't stand with Babylonia after they sent a small, yet sizeable amount of Purifying Force and Task Force members to conduct a search through one of the Forsaken's smaller camps. People were hurt, Constructs killed, Forsaken soldiers taken to Babylonia under arrest. Suffice to say, it was a mess and an unjustified one in your opinion. So you left.

"We're Gray Raven." Lucia told you resolutely, her twin tails billowing in the wind behind her, a fire alight in her red eyes that was reflected in the coolness of Lee's and the earnestness of Liv's. "Whatever we face, we face together. And we will face it with you, and only you."

Terror carried your legs through the fresh snow, occasionally slipping on wet leaves, or tripping over a root, but you didn't fall and as long as you didn't, you still had a chance to live.

Unnamed (Noan, Punishing: Gray Raven)

You pulled the trigger, a loud bang ringing endlessly in your ears without the added ear protection you usually wore and in an instant the shadow started moving towards you. As the shadow became more and more pronounced, to the point you could see two golden eyes fixated on you, you turned and ran.

The pines around you became blurs of brown, green, and white as you ran down a hill. You could still hear it behind you, twigs snapping loudly and leaves rustling as your pursuer ran after you. Your breath came in little puffs of white smoke as your throat felt dry from the frigid air. You had to keep running no matter what, but how long can you run for? Can you outrun a wolf?

Your foot catches and unlike the previous times, you can't catch yourself in time. You think you hear something behind you, a low, pleased rumble closing in. You tumble forward, your head hitting a rock buried beneath the snow as your body hits trees and debris at random until you finally fall into a soft patch of snow at the bottom of the hill.

Disoriented, you try to stand only to fall to your knees, the world leaving afterimages of it as you move your head, your brain still spinning from the fall, but amidst your haze, you see the wolf rapidly declining, seemingly faster than before. As you were about to lift your gun, the wolf comes closer and through blankets of snow, reveals a pale face with grey hair with two strands of white in the front, and golden eyes peering through a pair of old glasses on his nose.

You breath a sigh of relief and you're about to fling yourself forward into his arms and whisper how glad you are that he's safe into his ear when you notice the streaks of red and vital fluid splattered across his face and staining his clothes.

“I missed you.” She whispered so quietly as if it was a secret that should be kept only between the two of you. She pulled you tightly into an embrace, her arms nestling so firmly around your shoulders that you wouldn't be able to pull away. “You have no idea how much I've missed coming home to you.”

Unnamed (Angell, Path To Nowhere)

Her breath smelled like the cup noodle chicken she had stored in her safe house when you there. It made your heart flutter softly at the familiarity of it.

Despite the circumstances of your first meeting, it had blossomed into something greater, into something you looked back on with a sense of fondness, although you'd still prefer to never be in such circumstances again- even if it was with her. You returned her hug, relishing in the feeling of being able to touch her after months and months of dreaming about it. “I missed you too.”

She pulls away, just enough so she can tilt your face up at her, her eyes scanning yours with an uncanny eagerness swirling behind her eyes, in contrast to her usual sluggish nature. “You have?”

“Of course I have, Angell!” You barely stifle a giggle. “You just went and disappeared for so long I thought you-”

Something cold and hard latches around your wrists, squeezing around the bones painfully. You look down to find your wrists bound in the red handcuffs that were hanging of her belt loop, you slowly raised your eyes to meet hers, a small, fond smile was the only difference in her expression as she traces the outline of your jaw with her gloved hand.

“Angell? What's this for?” You shuddered as memories and feelings started coming back to you, the ones you had forgotten or overlooked in your blind desire for nostalgia. The dread, the confusion, the smell of iron that would waft through the door with her like in announcement of her presence and would cling to her clothes as if it had been baked into the very material itself.

“Shhhh...” You could feel the cool leather of her gloves on your hands, her thumb rubbing circles into the back of your hand. “It's alright, I'm taking you home now.”

At once, the warmth you had felt in her presence turned cold, the golden hues of her eyes that you had found comfort in had become something sinister and possessive, your bedroom suddenly feeling far too small to escape from the danger now inside it. Perhaps this had always been the case, perhaps she was always this frightening and you had simply ignored it in favor of something softer and kinder.

“I assume this seat is free?” He asks as he lowers himself onto the bar stool. Not like I would stop him even if my friends were here.

Unnamed (Sylus, Love and Deepspace)

“Hey.” A deep voice sounds in my ear and echoes through my bones, giving me a heart attack. I jerk away from the voice and make sure to give the stranger a what-the-fuck-is-wrong-with-you face. He's tall, got white hair, I'm almost certain it's pure white, and his coat tossed over his shoulder and a red button-up on with some pattern on it I can't fully make out. His collar and a couple buttons below it are unbuttoned though, can't say I blame him. Even I had to take off my cardigan after a few minutes of being in here. He's muscular, probably the type that likes to lift weights for fun- Oh, he's leaning towards me again. The fuck does he want?

“Yeah.” I turn my attention back to the rows of glasses and alcohol behind the bar. I'm tempted to drink something heavy, very tempted, but I have to look out for myself here. I check my phone, 12:00 A.M., the next bus is at 12:30 and the last bus is at 2:30 and it stops right outside the bar. Just a little bit more and then I'll be able to go home, put on my PJ's and rewatch my favorite show for the hundredth time...maybe I'll order some pizza to go with it.

“Waiting on friends?” The stranger asks sounding half curious and half bored, mostly bored.

I laugh with a grimace. “Yeah.” It's not technically a lie, and besides, I was taught to never divulge details to a stranger, especially in these parts of the city.

There's a moment of silence from the stranger and I breath a sigh of relief that he's not pressing on it.

“Did you come for the band?” He rests his arms on the bar and looks at me, though he doesn't look like he cares if I answer or not.

“Yeah, my friends have been following this band for a while.” I click my tongue and take a sip of my water. “They were real excited about it.”

He raises a brow and cocks his head to the side, not unlike a cat finding something interesting. “Were?”

Oops.

“Yeah, uh- they are! I just misspoke earlier.” I laugh it off with a smile. Hopefully that's enough to cover for my screw up. Damn it, I just wanna go home.

He nods and looks away for a moment, and I assume the conversation is done until he looks at me again and leans towards me. “My name's Sylus.” He reaches out a hand, again though, he doesn't look like he's expecting much of anything.

Inwardly, he hesitated. The uncertainty he had felt- had always felt- about this plan of his had come center stage and was impossible to deny. Was it right to cage a dove that had already been caged before? Was it right to keep a dove hidden in the confines of a household after it had already escaped another? Was it right to stab them where someone else had stabbed before?

Unnamed (Lyney, Genshin Impact)

Your sweet face, usually adorned in cautious smiles and thinly veiled curiosity, was contorted into a silent scream of agony. Your eyes brimmed with tears, your lips were shut tight but trembling, your eyebrows furrowed into something between anger and sadness.

Outwardly, though, he was already by your side, whispering practiced words of comfort that sounded genuine to anyone else, but he knew that you knew how hollow they actually were, but he pretended you didn't. If he set this dove free, who's to say someone else won't come find them? Trap them against their will and break their wings to splinters? At least if he has to break them- if you push him to break them, he'll be gentle with it, and isn't that better than someone else? Than the unknown?

He thought so, at least he hoped it was so.

“Yes, and you're required to have a commandant.” He pauses as he finishes typing something on his terminal. “You're allowed to request who.” At that, Chrome finally looks up at him, his eyes as blue as the ocean which only hints at how deep it goes, yet never revealing what lies inside. It was as though he already knew what his answer was going to be.

Unnamed (Camu, Punishing: Gray Raven)

Camu sniffs and rolls his shoulders, his artificial muscles straining against his harness as if he could smell the battle from Babylonia. “A new mission, huh.”

Camu nods, not bothering to hide his glee as a smile creeping onto his face. He'll finally get to see you again, and not just passing each other in hallways, or briefly catching site of each other while waiting for your respective transport ships this time, he'll be able to talk to you again, to hear your voice, watch all your expressions and mannerisms. Hell, he might even be able to touch you again, he still occasionally feels the ghostly sensation of warmth on his hand even after all this time, the warmth your mitochondria orchestrates as your blood busily works to keep you alive, it's your warmth. It made him almost giddy to finally be able to make good on that promise of yours and touch more of you, perhaps even be able to taste you if he got lucky.

Chrome hesitates briefly, and for a split second, a ripple is seen in the usually ever calm ocean, but before Camu has the chance to linger on it, he curtly nods instead. “Good luck on your mission.” It's as affirmative and steadfast as it always is when Chrome bids him good luck.

“Thanks.” He nods before heading towards the disinfectant zone. The cautious side of him thinks that he should be wary, but the rest of him is undecided.

He looked like he had stepped out of a book with his creamy white tailcoat, jabot collar, and golden accents throughout his outfit. It made you feel a little plain in yours by comparison.

Ocean's Longing (Chrome, Punishing: Gray Raven)

"Commandant." His voice was low and crystalline, it made the air around you shudder like the tap of a knife rang through a line of crystal glasses. His voice wasn't loud enough for any other party goer to notice, but you heard him as clearly as if it was just the two of you here. A pocket dimension where only you two existed. "You hadn't told me you'd come."

"I didn't think you'd be here." You respond quietly, staring at the marble floor. You wondered if it was real or not. "...This didn't seem like your type of thing."

"You're not wrong." He took a step forward, his navy blue shoes coming into your vision. "I'm not very fond of this environment."

A warm breath fans against your ear, sending goosebumps over your skin with each whispered syllable. "I happen to have a place of retreat, if you'd like."

You wonder what people would think if they saw the son of one of the most powerful individuals in Babylonia whispering in the ear of some commandant. Something scandalous, no doubt.

"Won't people notice your absence?" You glance at a nearby group of officers, all smiles as they're engrossed in conversation with one another.

Chrome's lack of response prompts you to look at him again. He has an unreadable expression on his face again, a look you've gradually become more familiar with recently.

He shakes his head, but offers no explanation, instead he offers you his hand. You take it.

[lilithandroses]

!!pgr masterlist 1!!

☁︎ - drabble

✪︎ - headcanon

☽︎ - fic

♤ - traumatic trigger(s)

lee

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kamui

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watanabe

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chrome

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camu

general nsfw headcanons - ✪︎

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[mionie]

PGR Chats~

Camu x reader

Warnings: Fluff

Enjoy~🥰

"How will the Commandant invite them?"

[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