✧。◟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
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✧!。◟[kinktober 2023] ꜱᴡɪᴍ — PGR & GI x reader [week 4]
you picked a dance with the devil and you lucked out
a.n. - heuheu writing this entirely while I'm at a salon, waiting until my hair is finally dyed LOL. ended up finishing this half asleep as well, so I'm sorry to the parts down below if they were full of mispells. this has been a wild month, trying to keep up with real life responsibilities and writing this at the same time. it was hard but everyone's support and interaction kept me going, so I'm super super thankful for your endless support and likes/shares/comments!! I wuv u all <3 p.s. - I could take all 5 of them. I didn't say in a fight.
pairings - gray raven [lee, m!shikikan] & fontaine men [neuvillette, wriothesley, lyney] x fem!reader
kinktober masterlist
warnings - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. NSFW THEMES AHEAD: virginity loss, sex toys, exhibitionism, cockwarming, power play, mutual masturbation, marking, use of derogatory terms (whore), use of pet names (princess, pet), undertones of yandere themes? (lyney)
! — Lee: Hyperreal [ first time + virginity loss ]
A soft, desperate plea of your name from Lee's lips is driving you insane.
Picture this: sunset slips through the windows, draping orange and red hues all over his body. Some of its delicate light spills to you, all over your bare shoulders and breasts, but his lips find refuge in these spaces. Incessant hands tangle lazily in each other's bodies, yours wrapped around his neck, and him in the dip of your hips.
Lee— your Lee— kisses the skin in your shoulder, between your clavicle, in the part of your neck that you were once scared to show; and you— you are his— kiss the crown of his head, fingers now lacing the threads of his hair. You revel in his groans and whine as you purposely grind yourself in the tent in his middle, body closer as you sit so, so prettily in his lap.
“[Y/N],” he calls you softly, fingers pressed on your hips, “you're teasing me...”
“Can't help it,” you murmured, enamored in his reactions as you continued to grind yourself in the addictive friction, “no, not when you're acting like this,”
He nibbles on your neck as a response, earning a squeak from you. “H-hey!”
He chuckles, the vibrations of his lips tickling your neck, “mm...you were the one who started this...”
“Is it my fault,” you hold a whimper when you feel the outline of his cock find your protruded clit, a surge of pleasure tingling throughout your body, “when I badly want to touch you like this...”
“God, [Y/N],” he groans more into your neck, trying to pull you even closer, fingers lightly fidgeting with the hook behind your back, “I can't just cum like this...”
You giggle, craning your neck so Lee could kiss you more, “you want to cum, hmm? Why not, I won't judge.”
“N-no...” Your Lee shyly spoke, pulling away to meet you, the flush in his face making your hole flutter around nothing as you hear his next words, “I want to cum with you...”
The throb of your synchronized heartbeats nearly deafens your ears, but you catch on what he whispered as he finally unhooks your bra, “...I want to be inside of you before I cum.”
Who would have thought that your construct— your beloved Lee— would be so bold? He drives you mad, he drives you insane.
He moans your name as you grind on him more, and you whine his own name, your slick dripping through your sad excuse of panties and onto his pants, hurriedly taking off of your bra, “need you, Lee, I need you, too.”
He kisses you with fervor, hands playing with your erect nipples, each kiss swallowing both of your moans. Without missing a beat, he hoists you up with one hand, the other trying to shake off his pants. You are eager to help as well, breaking off the kiss just to help him.
His cock springs free, a beautiful long, red and curvy, with precum already leaking, that it makes you salivate.
You kiss him again, hands fumbling to touch his member, taking in his every reaction. Your saliva webs as you pull away, eagerly looking at his hazy aqua irises, reflecting your own need for this, for him.
“I want you to take my virginity, Lee,” you confessed, the shade of his blush now deeper, a low moan reverberating throughout the room as he digs his fingers into your skin. “I want to be yours...”
“You'll be mine, yes,” he whispers through a kiss, feeling your wet folds as you slowly aligned yourself, his cockhead poking through your cunt, “god, and I'll be yours, [Y/N].”
You sink into his cock halfway through, before twin moans spills from both of your lips. Without breaking eye contact, he thrusts a little more into you, your walls trying to accommodate his member slowly slipping into you.
You whimper his name, slowly fucking yourself through the pain, but immediately surrendering as you felt the pressure down there building oh so well, how full you already felt even before he finally bottoms out.
Squealing as he grabs ahold of you, lowering you onto the bed, he leaves a kiss on your lips, before looking at you with such dedication,
“Mine,” his fingers interlace with yours, an experimental thrust onto you that made you moan, “I'm yours, and you're mine now.”
! — Shikikan: ?? [ sex toys + exhibitionism ]
The esteemed, beloved, and the many titles your lover holds cannot simply explain the very essence that is them.
By them, you meant the Gray Raven Commandant.
Heavily exalted and praised, he's almost like a walking god amongst the people in Babylonia. It's no surprise, really; the team he leads brought so many victories to Babylonia, and it's more than proper for him to be treated as such. On top of that, being his lover seems to add so much stress onto his overbearing duties. However, your lover only tells you, “it's okay,” he'd assure you, “as long as you're with me, then it will all be better.”
What they didn't clarify was what they meant about their intentions.
A surge of pleasure surprises you, almost moaning out in front of your lover's team. Quietly, you coughed it out, hoping they never noticed.
“Are you alright, miss [Y/N]?” asked Lee, who had a puzzled expression on his face.
Additionally, you were the construct's consultant. Sitting down with them at least once every two weeks was needed. Since you were closer to them, they could summon you whenever they want. It's just... unfortunate— that day had to be today, where your lover decided to play with you.
“The flu seems common lately,” Lucia added, reaching out to check on your temperature by placing the back of her hand on your forehead, “have you checked in with the doctor?”
In truth, you were absolutely fine: good stats, no illness whatsoever. In fact, you've already checked in with the doctor just recently, signing you with good health. However, the vibrations that nestled deeply inside your cunt would say otherwise. You try to shift your sitting, biting your lip.
“N-No, I'm fine!” you dismiss the subject, waving at them with a smile, “I choked on my own saliva, no worries.”
“Would you like me to run a scan on you, miss [Y/N]?” Liv asked, preparing her items, “we wouldn't want you to get sick...”
“I-It's fine, really!” You stood up (however, the vibrator somehow moved a little deeper), coughing away any attempt to moan, “I think it's time for us to move on, yes? This is a consultation for you guys, not me.”
In the corner of your eye, by the transparent window, a sly smirk on the Gray Raven Commandant's face makes you want to come over and smack it out of him. He's the reason for your current predicament— who knew he was into such?
“Alright,” Lucia clapped her hands, somehow making you sigh a breath of relief, “is it time for us to confide?”
You've developed a system dynamic with the constructs of Gray Raven. Friendly sharing, you've claimed, helps in relationship building. At first, it didn't seem to work. But after countless battles and hardship, it wasn't long before Lee— who somehow was the first one to speak— confided. Which led a domino effect on all team members.
“Yes,” you sit once more, trying to ignore the dull ache down there, “it's your turn this time, right, Lucia?”
“Yes!” cheering like a child, Lucia clears her throat, before folding her hands, “just this week, the Commandant and I were sparring...”
You tried, really. You tried so hard. But your lover was just too cruel. Halfway through Lucia's talk, the intensity of the vibrator inside of you starts to pick up, causing you to rock a little in your seat. You look at your lover, but they only smiled through the screen.
It's not time to cum, you imagine them saying if they were next to you, better listen to Lucia if you want.
But is it wrong to somehow let your mind wander elsewhere while your favorite person speaks; you, bending on the table, and your Commandant fucking you mercilessly, how your drool would slip out of your mouth, like a bitch in heat. You feel your arousal dripping, too, out of your stockings, cursing that your lover manipulated you into not wearing any panties today.
You try to listen, but your hand shakes, holding in the goddamn urge to cum—
“Excuse me,” the door opens, revealing the Commandant, “I need [Y/N] out for a while. President Hassen is asking for us.”
You quickly stood up, accidentally slamming your hand on the table. “Is that so?”
The tall tale sign of your lover's never-ending taunts for you: the sweetest, sickening kind of smile that you fell for. Dismissing your constructs for a while and into the awaiting entrance, you hear the lock in place.
You take it as a sign to bend over to the awaiting chair, purposely letting them see your puffy folds.
“Well, aren't you such a good girl,” your lover cooes, tracing your dripping slit to your aching clit, making you moan, “I thought you'd break down the moment you stepped inside the room.”
“Fuck me already, please,” gone was the authoritative figure consultant that was you— only a messy, needy little slut awaiting for something to fill her up.
He swiftly takes the vibrator out of you, “since you've been good, I'll let you have your fun,” before putting it directly into your clit, making you moan out loud.
Without a warning, he shoves his cock inside of you, the entry making you clench around him, almost making you cum.
“Hah, should have known you like to be like this, mm?” He accentuates every word with harsh thrusts, making you whine from the pleasure, “does it help you get off that you're being fucked in here, while my team is outside?”
He leans closer to your ear, this position making his cock reach deeper, “that their commandant is fucking his little cumslut?”
You came accidentally over his words, squirting as your heartbeat erratically thumps in your chest. Oh, you were absolutely fucked.
But your lover only laughs, starting to fuck you more. “That's right, that's my girl. Well, since the doctor did say that this week is when you're most fertile, how about I fill you up until you're carrying our child this time, hm?”
! — Neuvillette: Ordainer of Inexorable Judgment [ cockwarming + power play ]
The dear Iudex of Fontaine never crumbles; he is the backbone of the justice system, the very life force of your homeland.
Aka, he's also your boss. Unconditionally, under no circumstance, you were subject to listen to every word he would say, unless you wish to be underwater for disobeying orders.
That's why, when your boss asks you to keep quiet, even when his cock is splitting your poor, overstimulated pussy apart, you must follow it unconditionally.
As Lady Furina delivers her dramatic dialogue to the audience, with the poor man down below who was the subject of today's court, you try to entice your beloved Chief Justice with your doe eyes, diamond tears prickling at the side.
“S-sir,” you hiccuped (you felt his cock twitch inside of you from those words alone), “w-will you p-please move...”
If his hands were not on his cane, then they're busy squeezing your hips and thighs. But right now, his gloved fingers find themselves buried, toying with your throbbing nub.
“I told you to keep quiet, pet,” the subtle growl makes your walls squeeze around him, whining, “I will move when I want to.”
His long and thick cock was snugly fit inside of you, tip kissing all the good spots even without moving. You rock your hips, but his hands are quick to silence you, making you unable to move.
“S-sir,” you cried out as a whisper, “i-it's been a few hours...”
The pressure on your clit makes you want to combust, your slick now coating his balls and dripping to the floor. As someone who resonates with water, your arousal is overwhelming, even to Neuvillette himself. Yet, as addictive as it is, it was more fun to see you writhe until...
“Did I tell you not to say a word?” He rubs your clit harder, your walls spasming wildly around his cock, “do you wish to be seen by the people of Fontaine being fucked like a whore then?”
You whimper more as he thrusts harshly into you, yet your rationality still asks you to look if Lady Furina noticed. But as Neuvillette, mean as he can be, starts to move at a pace you never expected; your mind goes blank as you feel your orgasm approaching, clawing Neuvillette's thighs to warn him.
Oh, but he knows; he has always known.
“What a whore you are, pet.”
Your orgasm crashes into you, whines silenced by his slick-coated fingers shoved into your mouth, crocodile tears falling from your eyes. Your pussy convulses, almost making Neuvillette crumble as well— but you know what happens when someone breaks the rules.
You looked back at Neuvillette, who had a dark expression on his face, your heartbeat pulsating like his dick inside of you.
“Since you disobeyed me,” he pushes his cock deeper, “let's see how many orgasms can you make here until you learn how to obey your master.”
! — Wriothesley: Emissary of Solitary Iniquity [ mutual masturbation ]
The Lord of the Fortress of Meropide is a simple man— if he wants something, he'll get it, no matter what.
In this context, he'll get you this time.
But the room where he usually sits and does his work as the duke, when he overlooks his responsibility as the head, is hotter than the fire that warms his fortress and poisons his every single thought as he watches you: lithe fingers curled deep in your cunt, palm rubbing your clit, and you, nearly naked as you sit across the duke, hooded eyes looking at him with sultriness and want.
“Oh,” you dawdle out, pleasure tingling in your stomach and lingering in your spine as you watch him look at you, “Your grace, do I distract you?”
Your legs are wide open, propped in the table Wriothesley works in. You've long discarded your pants (thrown somewhere in the room), your panties inside his pockets, and you're left in nothing but his shirt and your jacket— you bite your lip as you feel yourself lose to his gaze.
“You do,” Wriothesley mutters, “you're distracting me so much...”
You could see the tent of his manhood even without trying, the outline noticeable enough from your position. He gently caresses his bulge, groaning at the intensity. You softly tutted, rubbing small circles over your cunt, “Why don't you join me, mmh?”
He tries to look away from you, but your whines and moans only turn him on, making him look back to you. His dark irises stare intensely at you, that it made you moan out his name.
“I'm, nngh, fuck,” Wriothesley groans, seeing your smile as he finally decides to unzip his pants, “you're so naughty, have you no shame? Strutting around my fortress, just to do something like this?”
You start to drool as you see Wriothesley pull out his cock, suddenly well aware how long and thick it would be when it was sheathed inside of you—
“Your Grace,” you feign your coyness, pouting even as you fuck yourself, “can't help it when you're plaguing me, mm; you're all I think about now, Wrio...”
You watch him as he fists his dick, eyes still not looking away as his face contorts in pleasure. Wriothesley moans out your name, grip on his cock tightened now.
“Such a needy girl,” he growls, slapping on his thigh, “you should be here, sitting on me, instead of that poor chair.”
You listened — sitting prettily in his lap, with your fingers stuffing your cunt, and Wriothesley fisting himself. Wriothesley couldn't help but reach out and suck on your breasts, forgetting that you were in his office and that there were people out there.
“Feels comfortable, mm?” Wriothesley kisses the space underneath your ear, making you shiver, “or do you want to sit elsewhere?”
“No, don't wanna,” you cried out now feeling his fingers play with your nipples, that you experimentally rolled your hips in his thigh, “I wanna sit here all this time...”
The sound of slick as you both touch each other fills the room, little moans and whimpers eagerly in your ears. You wanted to sink yourself into your beloved's dick, but you nearly forget that it's a game that the both of you agreed to play.
Seeing him, looking at you as he fists his cock, red with pre-cum pooling at the slit, you imagine it was you sucking it wholly in your mouth. Or that his cock is the one slipping in and out of your folds instead of your short, little fingers. But his mouth found your breasts, eagerly sucking your sensitive bud. It drives you insane— your orgasm teetering so, so close.
“Fuck, that's a pretty little pussy,” Wriothesley groans, watching as you rub your pussy faster, making you whine, “she's opening for me, fuck.”
“Wrio,” you whimpered, drawing your hips closer to him, “wanna cum, I wanna cum with you, please...”
“Fuck, since you asked so nicely, princess,” Wriothesley's cock aligns closer to your pussy, cockhead aiding to rub your clit, “I'm going to cum with you, then. C'mon, princess,”
The intensity and pressure as you look at him makes the dam break, a broken moan from your lips as your pussy convulses and liquid comes out— squirting just as Wriothesley shoots his cum to you. Your high made you lose your vision, both of you breathing hard from your climaxes, but you feel it, felt Wriothesley's cockhead rubbing your overstimulated pussy with a mixture of your fluids.
You feel yourself being lowered onto something hard, before feeling Wriothesley's kisses all over your face. When your vision returns, you are met with a smiling lover.
“Welcome back to Earth, princess,” he purred, making you mirror his smile. However, you feel something slip in easily onto your quivering pussy, making you moan lowly, before realizing what it was.
“As amazing as it felt, I don't think it's enough, mm. Can you...can you do that to me again? This time, with my cock inside of you.”
! — Lyney: Spectacle of Phantasmagoria [ marking ]
Having a magician as a lover wasn't an easy task.
It comes with endless patience (deciphering whether he is lying or not, either about your missing toothbrush or the paycheck this week), random misplaced items (you swore you kept your bag there, how did it end up in the laundry basket?!), and whether you were talking to someone real or just your imagination.
Not to mention he's a fan of doing the most absurd things just to rile you up.
“Lyney!” you gasped as you felt his leaking cockhead teasing your awaiting pussy, “what are you doing?”
Outside, people were now coming in to see their spectacular show. They were eagerly awaiting Lyney and Lynette's magic to entice them, but look who's currently fucking you from the black box of the theatre, your mind reeling from possibilities of being caught.
“Sorry, love,” you felt him press you onto the railing, his cock easily inside of you, “I really wanted to see you...”
Lies. He must have seen you talking to one of your old classmates, who also came to see the show. You know your lover— simple interactions with another spelled jealousy, unless you've spoken about it first.
“B-but your show is starting s-soon,” you hold back your moans, feeling his lips latch onto your neck, “h-hey! Don't leave hickies!”
But he doesn't listen. If he could tear apart your clothes, leave marks and bites all over your skin, he would. But right now, hickies on your neck is sufficient.
One particular mark on your neck made him lick it up, “Sorry, I really can't help but mark what is mine.”
The tell tale sign of him nearing the climax: his dick pulsates deep inside of you, while he starts to grunt in your ear. You're close as well, with the tip of his cock caresses you so great.
Without a warning, he props one of your legs on his own, stretching you more as he now rubs your neglected nub. You tried not to moan any louder, unless you catch the attention of the passerby down there.
“Let me hear you, mmph,” he groans your name, one of his hands sneaking just below your navel, “I want to hear you while I paint your walls white.”
He wants you to cum, your orgasm teetering so close to comfort. Gripping onto the railings of the black box, you writhe and crumble in Lyney's arms, cumming as soon as he hoisted you closer to his hips, the angle fucking into you without a warning.
With one last cry of your name, Lyney follows, warm and hot cum filling your empty womb. You are a little lucid when you feel something warm where his hand is, senses tingling as he kisses his bite marks.
“Lyney,” you called out, whining as he slowly pulled out, “what...what did you do?”
Lyney watches as his cum overflows, finger now fucking it back inside of you, but you could only cry out. Your lover only laughs, watching the low glow of the card-like tattoo etched on your stomach, something that he was proud to mark you with.
“Oh, it's nothing, just something to remind me that you're mine.”
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