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starryficsfinishwen · 7 months

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

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

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

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

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

kinktober masterlist

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

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

! — Chrome: Glory [ desk sex ]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

! — Wanshi: Hypnos [ somnophilia ]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I-Is it bad, master?”

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

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

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

“I-I-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“M-Master,”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mmm, and then?”

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

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

“I-I'm so sorry, Doctor! I didn't-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“D...doctor Baizhu?”

“Ah, I'm sorry. Are you alright?”

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

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

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

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

! — Tighnari: Verdant Strider [ aphrodisiacs ]

You never should have gone out on patrol.

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

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

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

“T-Tighna-”

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

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

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

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

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

“Did you stumble on some poisonous plant?”

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

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

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

“I-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“H-huh-”

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

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hydraix · 2 months

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Commandant's Log #2: Joint Mission

I like portraying my skk as someone cool and smart, but making him have zero braincells and do dumb stuff with others' shenanigans is fun too

#pgr #punishing gray raven #punishing: gray raven #my art #pgr chrome #pgr kamui #pgr oc #pgr commandant #commandant log

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strikehawkatyourservice · 10 months

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GUYYSSS! ARE THEY REALLY MAKING BLACK ROCK SHOOTER?! TELL ME IS NOT A JOKE!!!!

After Nier Automata, didn't thought they will make a Collab with BRS and make the character playable...

This is the reason why PGR is my fav game. It will never cease to amaze me

#pgr #pgr commandant #punishing gray raven #pgr chrome #strike hawk #pgr kamui #pgr camu #pgr wanshi #pgr lee #cerberus #pgr vera #pgr noctis #pgr 21 #pgr noan #pgr selena #pgr bianca #black rock shooter #collaboration #are you kidding me

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eld-creative · 2 months

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#pgr #punishing gray raven #pgr lee #pgr oc #pgr commandant #commandant eva #lee x commandant #lee hyperreal #lee entropy #yes they're at it again #and yes i'm at it again #i just love drawing hands separately because they can reflect so much #eldheitur draws

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baitong9194 · 9 months

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"You will shine in my M.I.N.D. forever" - Lee (It's a very good English voiceline. sadly it's not used in the game.)

#pgr #pgr lee #punishing gray raven #punishinggrayraven #パニグレ #リー #战双帕弥什 #戰雙帕彌什 #퍼니싱 #pgr lee x commandant

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feeling-a-little-possessive · 9 months

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Genderbent Gray Raven 😆

#punishing gray raven #fanart #pgr lee #pgr lucia #pgr liv #pgr commandant

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crow-jx · 3 months

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a happy horse

#punishing gray raven #pgr #パニグレ #pgr kamui #kamui #pgr commandant #kamui x skk #centaur art #unicorn centaur #centaur boyfriend #monster x human #monster boyfriend #monster boy #my art #<<

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unhappy-last-resort · 3 months

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A Beast Unshackled (Alpha X AFAB GN Reader)

Warnings: Non-con, threats of violence (not acted upon), possessive and controlling behavior, overstimulation, Alpha is dominant, no gendered pronouns for reader but fem anatomy is used, some implied lucia x reader ig? this is smut fyi

A/N: I started this during patch update and wanted to write something lesbian. Not proof read.

You couldn't stop the moans from endlessly falling from your lips. The night was cool and the ground you were splayed out upon was hard, but the pleasure was so immense that you felt like you were burning, gasping for breath as her tongue dipped in and out of your folds. You tried, you tried so damn hard to avoid this, but in the end, like prey caught in a hunters trap, you failed. You couldn't do anything to stop the fate she chose for you.

You gazed up at the night sky, staring at the moon and stars who cared little about your plight as you mewled, trembling as her tongue drew circles around your clit before synthetic lips wrapped around it, sucking it eagerly. Your hips rolling into it, tears stinging your eyes as you curse yourself when you feel the way she smirks against you and pulls you closer, holds you tighter, and makes you moan her name louder.

You feel two fingers push their way into your sensitive cunt and pump in and out of you, long fingers reaching all the right places as her tongue continued its assault on your clit with new fervor as you shake and tremble. Her name has become a prayer at this point, you call it over and over in-between babbled apologies as desperate plea for her mercy as that now all too familiar tightness in your stomach makes you writhe. She chuckles in hearing your repentance, the vibrations making your back arch as you scream, her name freefalling from you mortal lips as more tears blur your vision.

"I-I c-can't..." You can barely focus, a thick fog settles in your mind as exhaustion creeps through your body, muscles aching for a bed and rest.

"You can." Her voice sounds clearly, sternly. Like a crimson blade slicing through the fog, you can only focus on her. "You will. I'm not giving you a choice."

A hand entangles itself into your hair and forces you to look at her. She wipes away your tears and shushes you gently.

"Look at me. You belong to me now, your days frolicking around with that cheap copy are over." Her face is so close to yours now, her white hair cascading around your faces, creating a canopy, hiding you in her shadow from the world. Her gaze is so intense, burning through you and crushing you with its weight. "Say it."

You squirm slightly, even in your haze still trying to fight back, but she crushes your resistance easily. Her grip on your hips tightens painfully, deepening the bruises her fingers previously left behind from earlier.

"Who do you belong to? Answer me." She growls, her grip tightening with every second.

"I-I don't belong to-" You yelp, wincing from the pain as your bottom lips tremble, you're afraid she might fracture something with how tight her grip is. She leans in closer, giving you no room to look away from her.

"Say. It." She whispers angrily, her eyes like daggers boring into your skull. Her fingers dig into your flesh, making you whimper. "Don't think I won't pull you apart if I need to."

Your eyes go wide as fear courses through your veins. Her nails dig a little deeper, confirming the truth behind her words. You don't have a choice, you have to do as she tells you. "Y-you." Your voice cracks and your breathing heavy as you felt smaller and smaller beneath her intense gaze. "I belong to you."

Her nails don't dig any further and her scowl relaxes, you feel relief for a split second. "Again." She commands, excitement evident in the undertones of her voice.

"I...belong to you." You manage to say a little louder, her fingers rubbing circles into your hips as encouragement and she lightly kisses your forehead, her breathing more labored. She almost seems like she's trembling, as though she's holding herself back.

"Again. Louder." She commands, the greed and obsession in her eyes is so clear. Her back arching as she pulls her face away from yours, as if she was readying for a final strike.

Anxiety pops and sizzles underneath your skin. What's she going to do? What happens if you don't do what she says in this moment? Your fear tells you that you'd better do your best to not find out. Squeezing your eyes shut, you drag the words out from the depths of your throat as gentle red eyes in your minds eye slowly give way to heartbreak.

"I belong to you, █████!" You yell. The words echoing into the night as more tears threaten to fall. The words had barely left your lips before her mouth collided with yours, the figure with the gentle eyes shattering into pieces. Her tongue over powers yours and invades your mouth, staking claim to what belonged to her as her hands traveled up your stomach to knead your breasts. Her body pressing into yours fully, causing you to shudder as your heart pounds in your chest.

Her hands feel cold against your hot skin, making every touch more intense and impossible to ignore. You were her toy, her plaything, and her possession and everything she'd done to you was a reminder of that. From forcibly connecting to your beacon, to the moment she cornered you with an almost ecstatic expression on her face as she told you that you'd lost her game and she was here to collect her prize, to when she dragged you to this secluded spot in the woods and stripped you bare. She will take that which has been stolen from her, even if it wasn't truly hers to begin with.

The rim of her pants brush against your overstimulated clit, making you yelp and jerk away. She reacts quickly, lifting your legs enough to rest on hers as she pins your arms above your head, deepening the kiss as she grinds her hips against yours, the ridge of her shorts rubbing against your clit perfectly each time.

She finally pulls away to let you catch her breath, smirking in satisfaction as she listens to your cries from all the stimulation she's giving you.

"Please...it's too much!" You sob, your attempts to pull away being entirely useless against her strength and the position she's holding you in. She laughs in response and grinds against you harder, intent on pushing beyond your limits.

"You're strong, you can take it. I know you can." She talks over you as your cries turn into moans again as the pleasure overtakes your exhausted senses. Your words become senseless babbling as she sucks and bites your neck, decorating you with bruises as one of her hands travels down your arm to pinch at your nipples, making you see white as you chant her name once more for the nth time that night.

She holds your hips firmly against hers. "Tell me you love me. Tell me you won't leave me, that you'll always stay with me." She whispers into your ear, eagerly grinding her hips against yours, desperate for you to say what she wants to hear.

Your resolve, your loyalty to████ █████ and █████ being ebbed away with each movement of her hips, with each press of her breasts against your skin, with every kiss placed possessively upon your skin, and with every nibble of your ear. You can't stop yourself.

"█████." You'll regret saying this, you will, you know you will. A commandant being brought to their knees like this, you can't believe yourself. You can't, you can't, you can't, you can't you can-

"I love you." You shudder and she smiles, your back arches, your head falls back as stars blossom in your eyes. The knot in your stomach comes undone and nothing but you and her exist in your mind. You can feel something leaking out of you and being smeared over your swollen pussy.

She takes you through your high, contentedly peppering kisses over your neck and face as you catch your breath. Exhaustion and pain settling into your muscles as you teeter on the edge of unconsciousness.

"Say it again." She whispers gently into your ear, pressing gentle kisses against your neck, pinching your arm to wake you up again. In spite of your tiredness, you won't say what she wants. Your mind having finally reached clarity you haven't been granted for several blurry hours, shame and embarrassment now eat at your insides, you look away. Opting instead to stare at her bike idly waiting nearby.

Her kisses stop and an arid sigh disappears into a passing breeze. A moment of silence stretches between the two of you, tension slowly building in the air as you wonder if you've possibly made a terrible mistake.

"No matter." She mutters, her usual confidence fully returned. "This was only your sixth orgasm and there's more than enough time to train you properly."

Your throat feels dry as you slowly turn to look at her again, dread creeping into your stomach as she grins down at you before reaching off to the side and pulling a water bottle and some biscuits out of her bag.

"Eat. You have a long night of 'training' ahead of you."

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mionie · 2 years

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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❤️

#pgr #punishing gray raven #pgr commandant #punishing gray raven commandant #pgr camu #pgr camu x reader #punishing gray raven camu #punishing gray raven camu x reader

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valsshadow · 3 months

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i may or may not have fallen in love with pgr wallpapers again. anyways heres more

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snowrobin-133 · 2 years

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Gray Raven Commandant, Robin, is reporting for duty!

yep yep finally got her done :D The information profile is under the cut! As well as some Asimov HC info since we don't get much canon info rip

Remember that this is all for fun, it's just my version of the story and events, none of it is canon or applies to the canon commandant in the official in-game story :)

Basic Info: Service Time - 4 years PD - Nov 25 Height - 165cm / 5'4 Weight - 61 kg / 135lbs Blood Type - A "Age" - 23

Data Details: No.001: The adopted daughter of President Hassen and first in her graduating class, earning the nickname of "boss" from her peers. She is proficient in long-distance sniping and can typically handle even the most difficult of missions. Despite her many achievements, she chooses to remain out of public sight, becoming the object of several rumors and mysteries. No.002: A "dog without a leash" is what she has become known for in her later years of service, as witnesses say that she fulfills her orders, but tends to do it in a somewhat roundabout way. This tendency has become somewhat of a headache for Hassen and Nickola in some cases. No.003: Became interested in explosives engineering during her years at the academy and as such, quickly picked up the skills needed and made connections in the engineering department because of it No.004: Before becoming the commandant of Gray Raven, she did primarily solo missions and was not assigned any construct squads for aid. If she did get assigned to a construct squad, it would be for long-distance support rather than as a commandant No.005: According to her medical reports, she has a surprisingly high tolerance toward Punishing infection, to the point of being immune and being able to venture into dead zones with little effect over time, but the limits of this tolerance have yet to be confirmed No.006: Was previously infected by the punishing virus due to certain conditions, however, due to [Redacted Information], anti-bodies against the punishing were created within her immune system, allowing her to have better immunity against the virus. This trait of hers has helped researchers in improving the serum. (A/N: is this accurate? No idea skdslja)

Rumors/Secrets: Secret 1: Hates bugs with all her might. Secret 2: Is weaker than the average female commandant and lacks a good amount of stamina Secret 3: Her and Hassen's public relations have been attributed to a rumored deal made between them. There is no evidence that proves this rumor though. Secret 4: Asimov was one of the few friends around her age that she made and they are still friends today. Yet there are many rumors that speak of how they seem to be more than friends. The two only reply with "no comment" when asked, however. Secret 5: Likes to sleep on her day offs Secret 6: She gets grumpy when she wakens up for anything other than big emergencies Secret 7: Is actually very picky with food, but she attempts to suck it up and eats whatever is given on missions. Secret 8: Her relationship with Asimov mostly consists of her testing out any of his new inventions and in return, he agrees to any requested modifications to her stuff or gadgets for her to use on missions. Secret 9: Tends to prefer for her reports to be on physical paper rather than electronically Secret 10: There is a secret file cabinet within Hassen's office that houses these paper reports, with only a few knowing of its existence. Secret 11: Academy students cannot go out on the battlefield without official commandant supervision, however, it seems as though Robin was exempted from this rule based on the available, yet confidential, reports of her ventures into high-concentration Punishing zones. Secret 12: Despite her stated age on file and appearance, it seems that Robin may be much older than stated.

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Asimov

Basic Info: Service Time - ?? years PD - Feb 29 Height - 183cm / 5'11 Weight - 78.9 kg / 174lbs Blood Type - B Age - 23 (A/N: the pgr wiki says he's 19 but I couldn't find any sources that confirm this so I just went with my HC age rather than that)

Data Details: No.001: The person in charge of the Science Council and member of the Babylonia Council. He is responsible for handling the scientific and technical affairs in Babylonia. No.002: Asimov has completely thrown himself into scientific research and already made several huge achievements at a young age, yet his lack of social skills makes him a despicable man to many people. No.003: To Asimov, scientific development is always his top priority when making a decision, even if the decision makes him look somewhat ruthless, Having said that, he does not pay his image any mind, for it has nothing to do with science. No.004: Can be very messy, his laboratory typically consists of an "organized mess". Despite everything being everywhere, he can usually find something he needs in a minute or two. No.005: Despite the quiet and nonchalant appearance he has, he can go on all kinds of rants about his research and very little can stop him No.006: Has many different skills from understanding several languages to being able to remember novels word by word.

Rumors/Secrets: Secret 1: His mind is filled with science, and typically doesn't fully understand information that doesn't concern science Secret 2: Is usually made fun of by Robin about his messiness Secret 3: His peers around him swear that he has a soft spot for the president's adopted daughter but he denies it all. Secret 4: Has a tendency to sometimes overthink his research, which has led to accidental inventions Secret 5: Has taken a look at and downloaded romance novels, although under a separate alias.

Couldn't think of a 6th secret for him so I just went 5 secrets lol Sorry that this ended up being way more longer than I thought it would be skadljsadkl. Anyways I've got a comic almost done with these two and once it's done I'll go ahead and post it here :D

#punishing gray raven #pgr #punishing gray raven commandant #pgr commandant #pgr asimov #punishing gray raven asimov

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starryficsfinishwen · 7 months

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✧!。◟[kinktober 2023] ᴄᴏɴꜰᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴꜱ — PGR & GI x reader [week 3]

baptize in your thighs until it hurts

a.n. - waow I'm on my break, what a surprise. I'm super super sorry for the delay. I got busy again after midterms week, and also other real life stuff. meanwhile I'm writing this down while in the bathroom LOL

pairings - forsaken + cerberus [watanabe, noan, noctis, murray] & anemo bois [kazuha, venti] x fem!reader

kinktober masterlist

warnings - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. NSFW THEMES: breeding kink, praise kink, size kink, bimbofication, dacryphilia, lingerie, body worship. cervix fucking?? size kink includes tummy bulging heuheue. also includes exhibitionism (bar; noctis, venti). "just the tip, but whoops" (noctis). some soft sex (kazuha, venti). cunnilingus (venti). fingering (noan, kazuha)

special mention - banners by @/rookthornesartistry, @/cafekitsune

! — Watanabe: Epitaph [ breeding kink ]

[a.n. - have y'all SEEN this man's awakening portrait? I'm creaming.]

Your lover doesn't take “no” for an answer.

“Nngh, w-wait, Wata-ah,” your whines are muffled into the sheets, “s-slow down, please!”

You've long been accustomed to Watanabe's absence— one of the cons for being an ally of Forsaken and especially being their leader's lover. You'd spend days, even weeks and months, find yourself without him. However, you've been an angel to the faction, always helping around whenever one needs help. Things do get different by the time your lover, your Watanabe, comes home—

“That's it, fuck,” mumbled Watanabe, “doin' fucking well,”

He becomes a different person; burying into your cunt as deep as possible, fucking you into oblivion.

Unfortunately, your pleas fall on deaf ears; Watanabe's gloveless fingers trail down from the nape of your exposed neck, to the base of your spine, where your hands are currently tied, holding it down with only a fraction of his strength. His other hand grips hard on your hips, one that you were sure would leave bruises in the morning. You gasp as the sensation, tickling and teasing, overwhelm you.

“I missed you,” he groans, a hard thrust to your pussy, your walls clinging onto his large dick mercilessly. “Ah, ha, I see that this pussy missed me, too.”

“Wa-Watanabe,” you whined further, squirming as he bullies your pussy, “t-too much, s'too big...!”

“But you're taking it so well,” he hums as he leaned onto the arch of your back, one hand now fiddling with your breast, and the other now trailing to your face, “you've always taken it so, so well, darling. That's my girl, mmh?”

Your cries intensified as his free hand finds your mouth, fingers shoved in, and you automatically sucked it, “fuck, yes, that's it...fuck, good, good girl.”

You feel your walls spasm uncontrollably as Watanabe fucks you harshly, certain that his dick snugly rams into your cervix, the drag of his shaft achingly alpng your walls made you feel so full after months of his absence. You cried out, mouth drooling over his fingers, and Watanabe laughs.

“I fucked you so many times now, but you're still so tight; god, you're driving me insane.”

Your brain fogs up at his praise, drowning in the endless waves of pleasure. Without a warning, his cock still deeply inside of you, he flips you over— and you find yourself staring at his green eye.

“Mm, my darling's already fucked out, mmh?” The hand on your mouth now trails to your jaw, and you feel yourself ache as he looks at you so tenderly despite his rough thrusts, “Did you miss me that much?”

“Y-yes,” you mewled, feeling his other hand effortlessly bring your legs over his shoulder, feeling his dick bury itself deeper in you, “W-Watanabe...yo-you're going to break me-”

“Can't help it,” his other hand now frees your tied hands, “not when you looked so good with those children.”

Although your brain is a messy mush, you faintly recall the event earlier— the kids who were at Watanabe's legs, laughing and cheering for their grand hero's welcome. You remember calling them back to you to not distract Watanabe, how you laughed alongside them, and how you carefully took care of them in the main team's absence.

“W-wha-”

“You'd look so good, fuck,” his hand now grips the other side of your hip, the other on your slightly bulging belly and holding it down, somehow aware that his big dick was rearranging your insides, “if I could fill your belly up with kids, mmh? I think you'd look so good carrying our child.”

A part of you wants to point out that you can't, but god— the way his cock was splitting you in half, drilling into that one spot that's making you see so many stars, you forget and instead latch onto his broad shoulders, nails sinking into them.

“Watanabe,” you moaned, your back arching to meet his fast thrusts, “fill me up, please, fill me up so good,”

His body pressed into you, his lips nibbling onto the expanse of your neck, leaving hickies wherever he could reach, while fucking you without a fail.

“Wanna make you a daddy,” you dawdled out, cockdrunk as his dick pulsed inside of you— “fuck and fill me up, Watanabe.”

And oh, it felt so good, too good, when his grunts in your ear makes you shiver all over— the tall tale sign of him coming soon.

“God, fuck,” his fingers reached to rub your throbbing clit, your orgasm cresting over your foggy mind, “cum for me, [Y/N], let me fill you up with my cum.”

You cried out your lover's name as your high comes unexpectedly, with Watanabe unraveling alongside you— his cum filling your empty womb, overfilling you more maybe so as something wet and sticky coats your inner thighs, and him fucking you through your orgasms. Although tired, you whined as you pulled Watanabe back in your bare chest, pouting as he attempted to pull out.

“D-don't,” you whispered, lethargy pulling you to sleep, “don't wanna let your cum out...”

“I missed you, too,” Watanabe chuckles, “but you already know that...”

You pouted, feigning obliviousness, “no. But I do believe in miracles.”

You clench around him, his still-hard dick, and he looks away, his hair covering half of his face. “[Y/N]...”

“Fuck me until I can't walk, Watanabe. Who knows, you just might get me pregnant.”

! — Noctis: Indominus [ size kink ]

Sometimes, you think your boyfriend is a little dumb.

Sure, causing a ruckus and nearly getting you (and Cerberus) in trouble nearly costs half of your mortal life— you're quite surprised you haven't ascended to heaven yet. Although that happens, you still love your boyfriend to bits; knowing that he's just a little dumb boy who needs a little guidance.

Or so you thought.

“N-Noctis!” a moan slips out of your covered mouth, as you felt his cockhead tease the entrance of your slip, “w-what if someone sees us-!”

“So they would,” he groans in your ear, breath tickling you from your neck, down to your wet cunt, “god, I will die if I can't fuck this pussy.”

“Noctis...!” Although you want to reprimand him for being less careful, you can't help but succumb to the way he shallowly thrusts into you. “I-I thought you said-”

“Mmh, just the tip, hngh,” he assures you, leaving little kisses all over your jaw, “I-I promise, it won't take long.”

You dumb ass as a boyfriend is nothing but trouble. You sigh, already feeling full just from his cockhead, “o-okay...just please, make it quick...”

“thank god,” he whines into your ear, hips uncontrollably rutting into you, “i-it won't take long.”

But your boyfriend is kind, loving even— seeing the way your lips curl into crescents, teeth biting into them as you suppress your moans, your closed eyes, pussy gripping onto him like a vice— it almost feels like he's close to drowning. Drowning to the point that he ruts into you like he's running, holding you down further.

You notice this quickly, eyes wide open as he sinks you further into his long and thick cock, tears forming in the corner of your eyes,

“W-wait...!” you cried out, feeling the delicious stretch of your cunt just to accommodate his length, “Noctis, y-you promised!”

Although it's been so many times since you've engaged in such acts, your pussy still struggles to take in everything in Noctis; sometimes, only half of his dick is inside of you. But now-

“shit,” he growled loudly, caging you further as he drills you into the walls, your cries only turning him on as he sees his cock finally nearing to be buried deep inside of you, “such a greedy little pussy.”

Your cunt throbs as a response as you felt him split you open. “Ah, hah, Noctis, p-please...”

“Look at this,” his hands run through the bulge in your stomach, where his cock snugly rests, “I knew you could take it. You're a champ, babe.”

You whined— overwhelmed as he starts to fuck you, the first time that his dick immediately reaches the sweet spots inside of you. Maybe he's not the one who's dumb, but you. It's harder to hold back your moans now, no— not when your boyfriend is now chasing the high alongside you, the pleasure burning your mind.

“Fuck that; don't cover your mouth, baby. Let the whole bar hear how you're only for me, yeah?”

! — Noan: Arca [ praise kink ]

Noan is the prettiest construct you've ever seen in your whole life.

Soft black hair, innocent and careful lime green irises, smooth yet refined jaw— he's basically the whole package. Not only that, you're lucky to have him as your lover.

A lover who's hellbent on getting your praises.

“Good boy,” you cooed, fingers threading through Noan's hair, moans spewing out of your lips as you felt his own fingers toying inside if you, “you're doing good for me.”

Picture this: a lazy Sunday morning, and you're both watching some cheesy telenovela to pass some time before you go back to work tomorrow. At some point, while the casts are busy arguing over trivial issues, clothes have long been forgotten, and your boy is under you, looking confusingly pretty as he plays with your cunt.

You straddle him by the hips, leaning back, pride swelling in your chest as you notice Noan is trying so many things with you. His usual smiling expression is flushed pink, as he looks at you with such interest and curiosity.

“Noan, no,” you whispered, a hand on his cheek, “you're doing so, so good, nngh, I love it when you do this.”

A poor boy, just experimenting with everything new. It could be overwhelming, seeing as he never had any experience, but you think this is the perfect time to try— especially now that you're both horny.

“Fuck,” you cursed as you felt his fingers curls around the spot you've waited, “r-right there, Noan, shit, you're so good...”

Noan wouldn't admit it, but it's true- he's getting too turned on. Just the way you've looked above him, your moans and calling out to him, and just how warm and wet the inside felt. He unconsciously licks his lips as he looked up at you, already feeling so lightheaded just from looking at you.

“[Y/N],” he maintains the pace as he sees you rolling your hips to meet his thrusts, a waterfall of moans crying out his name, “you look so...”

Without a warning, you unravel in Noan's fingers, something wet and sticky coming out of your pussy. Noan keeps his fingers going, even after you came, coaxing whatever liquid was still left inside of you.

That was your first orgasm in front of the boy, somehow, it made the boy's chest throb— was he really that good? To make someone- his lover- come so good like that?

Reality pulls him back, when he felt your fingers wrap itself around his shaft, a lewd and unapologetic moan coming out of his lips. You stared back at him, a small smile on your lips.

“Did you like that, Noan?” You purred, standing a bit so you could slot yourself in between his shaft, making the both of you moan, “you made me cum with your fingers; you're doing so well.”

His dick throbs at the phrase, “i-it's my first time...”

You start to grind on his shaft, eyes rolling back at how long it would be inside of you. “Mm, I'm enjoying it, I really do confess...”

It sparked his interest. Noan shifts a bit, so the prominent vein in his dick perfectly grinds with your trembling clit, “what is, [Y/N]?”

“I think about this situation a lot.” Your grinding becomes rougher, causing the both of you to moan out loud, “god, the thought of you fucking me is so unreal; but here we are.”

He groans as he felt your hands back at his hair, pulling him close as you grinded more on his leaking cockhead now, “that you must look so pretty when you're under me...”

You stood up slightly, one hand now aligning his aching dick closer to your warm hole, “seems like I won't be imagining that now, hm?”

Moaning out his name, you bottomed out in one thrust. Noan gasps in surprise, as he felt your walls tremble with his cock inside of you.

“Look at me, Noan,” you opened your mouth to warn him, one hand tilting his chin to reach your line of vision. “you'll be a good boy and fuck me like this, yeah?”

He groans, but thrusts up, as a response to your order, “y-yes...”

“Good boy,” you cooed once more, bouncing on his cock with a smile on your face as his expression contorts in pleasure, “let me be the one to teach you proper etiquette in fucking me.”

! — Murray: ?? [ bimbofication + dacryphilia ]

If he wasn't being a doting brother to Lee, then he's known to be one of the most calculative and cunning commandants— a well-known fact even that he is Cerberus' esteemed commandant. You wouldn't lie; Murray lived up to all his titles and responsibilities. He's the perfect man for any job you'd ask for: in politics, in the battlefield, and anything else in between.

As a foundation of his existence as an extraordinary individual, another comes into the picture: his pretty, little trophy girlfriend— you. A sweet, sweet little thing; always at his beck and call, always there to relieve him from his stress and sadness. In the eyes of those around you, you're always his support person, giving him hugs and kisses when he's looking down. You also bake pastries to give out around the hall, and occasionally to your lover's team, too. What a pretty, little, sweet thing you were—

Quite literally.

“Do you like the view?” Murray's sinister grin is etched on his face, your eyes nearly close to forming heart-shaped irises, the drag of his dick in between the crevices of your breasts, “you do, you little minx?”

Behind the tasteful eyes of the public, your Murray was not the sweet man they knew; vicious, manipulative, and—

“Yes, yes,” you dawdled out, a shudder across your body as you felt the vibrator slip in deeper inside of you, “that feels s-so good, m-master...”

Murray's favorite little plaything: you. Other than being his doting girlfriend, you were his plaything; dolled up to his preferences, always hungry for his cock.

“Mhm, it does,” Murray fucks between your breasts, his hand finding your jaw and slotting his thumb in between your open lips, “such a good girl for me.”

When he pulls away (you whine from the loss of his heat; he finds it endearing), he slowly pulls out your favorite pink vibrator out of your overstimulated pussy. You cry out, “w-wait, n-no...!”

“Mm? What's wrong?” He teases, mirth dripping from his tons, “do you prefer a poor old vibrator than my cock, dear?”

You whined once more, desperate to feel something fill up your awaiting walls, hole clenching around nothing.

“W-wanna feel you in me, m-master,” you sniffled, tears beginning to form like crystals in the corner of your eye, “I feel so empty, wan' your dick in me, master, please?”

And who was Murray to deny his pretty little plaything; you, sprawled out so beautifully in his bed, pussy aching and drenched in your arousal, little tears escaping your eyes? Murray growls as your tears begin to turn him on, crawling so that his shaft rubs your neglected pussy.

You've both been awfully stressed anyways. But god— he wishes he could keep teasing you until you break.

“Fuck, pretty girl,” he moans your name when the tip of his cock catches your clit, “be good for me, hm? I'm going to start fucking you...”

Without a delay, he slips in his pussy into your wet, warm walls; the instrusion make the both of you cry out. Tears now spill out of your eyes, and Murray ruts into you, without even letting you adjust.

“God, still so tight for me,” he chuckles, watching you squirm as he fucks you harder, “my little girl, my little plaything.”

But you've long descended into heaven, your wordless babbles of "more, more" and "please, more", feeling the drag of his dick now filling you up more than ever.

When Murray feels your orgasm teetering closer, he only hastens the pace, hand over your drooling mouth, as you mindlessly drown in the pleasure he gives, “You'll take more, hm? How about you count the number of times I make you cum tonight; we'll start again if you lose count, okay, darling?”

! — Kazuha: Scarlet Leaves Pursue Wild Waves [ lingerie ]

Kazuha has always been away far too long.

Always traveling to where the winds would take him— you believe that it's really the reason why he has anemo as a vision; he can talk to the trees with only a whisper of the wind— and only comes back weeks or months later.

Although a ring is out of the picture, he once promised his love to you with the call of the wind as your witness. At first, it was stupid; but you loved him that you'd let him go, when the wind was as free as it could get.

To cope with his absence, you started to look for ways to surprise your lover when he comes back. At first, they were little trinkets you'd find by the market, into desserts and food that you can make. Quite recently though, after asking around the married ladies in Liyue harbor, they told you about a secret they'd do when they wait for their husbands at sea: wearing something that their husbands couldn't wait to see them in.

Lo and behold, an autumn-colored lace drapes around your body. Lingerie. Although it's awkward (you've never been entirely confident with your physique), you think that it might look different in your lover's eyes anyway. You prepare to put it away, waiting for the day Kazuha would come home.

Yet, that day seemed to be today.

“Are you trying that on for me, my love?”

You whirled around to meet Kazuha, who was leaning by the doorframe, a gentle smile on his lips. Quickly, you try to grab the nearest clothing to shield yourself from his knowing gaze, “K-Kazuha! You're home early!”

He says nothing, but walks lightly to you. You back away until the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed, and you are left with Kazuha, bodies touching and his face inches away from you.

“I asked you a question, my dove,” he smiles, taking your hand to his lips, “are you trying this on for me?”

You try not to look at his face, guilt and embarrassment making your cheeks flush a deep shade of red, “I-I...was just trying them on...”

“My dove, my love,” he calls out, lips from your hand now trailing to your shoulder blades and to your jaw, a soft kiss there, “why are you so flustered?”

“U-um...”

Words die on your throat, as you felt his hands snake to your hips, guiding you onto the bed, his lips kissing and teeth nibbling on your skin. “You look...very beautiful in it. I know you've always been so beautiful, but in this...you look so...breathtaking.”

You softly moaned at his words and his ministrations, his kiss turning into a hickey in one side of your neck, “Kazuha, I...”

“So beautiful,” he laughs and his breath tickles your skin, your cunt throbbing when his other hand now rests at your inner thighs, massaging it down there, “my pretty dove is dressing up like a gift for me.”

His fingers deftly brush your clothed pussy, a small patch of wetness staining it. Putting light pressure onto where your clit was, Kazuha starts to rub you down there, making you squirm. But Kazuha doesn't mind; he leaves more hickies where his kisses left, his other hand now delicately massaging one mound of your breast.

“I-I wasn't sure if you'd like this...”

“Darling,” he purrs in your ear, making you shiver, “you are a gift to me; naked or not, I will always think that you are so beautiful.”

Pushing your lacey panties aside, Kazuha swiftly slips in a finger inside of you, making you gasp, but he quickly kisses you. His thumb caresses your clit while fingering your little cunt, your moans get swallowed in his kiss. The smell of Inazuman air, sakura trees, and ocean drives you insane— this was your lover, and he was back once more in your arms.

With a loud cry, you come undone in Kazuha's fingers, squirting after such an intense atmosphere. When you've calmed down, you notice a glint in Kazuha's eyes, and you knew that wasn't the end of it.

“I missed you, my dove. Why don't I show you how much I've missed you? Ah; don't take that off, I want to make love with you while you're wearing that.”

! — Venti/Barbatos: Windborne Bard [ body worship ]

Your god is kind; benevolent, unwavering, commited.

His aquamarine eyes glow so brightly than you've ever seen before. Even as he stands before you, a sinner so bare in the eyes of a god—your god— his lips are a sweet smile, and you've known these lips for a long time now.

“My angel,” your god is a lover, voice used for singing ballads and songs of tales, “so, you are here.”

In a cathedral. In Barbatos' throne, where his lyre laid at his feet. You throb at the very thought of sinning in his holy cathedral— stained glass shone by moonlight cast an ethereal glow over the man in front of you as he looked at you with such reverence, you forgot for a moment that you were going to do something so...unholy in this sacred place.

“This is your idea,” you huffed, already feeling conscious as you shuffle in your makeshift bed (your cape and clothes), feeling so shy in your god's presence, “are you sure I won't get sentenced to hell here?”

Venti laughs, settling in between your legs, “relax~ I double checked everything. You needn't worry, my muse.”

You've always known Venti had a penchant for doing so many reckless things— never would have thought that having sex in a cathedral— his cathedral— being one. Venti blows a strong wind to your exposed cunt, causing you to yelp.

“V-Venti!”

“Pretty,” he purred, fingers tracing the inside of your thigh, “my windblume, have I ever told you how pretty you are?”

“Countless times now,” you retorted, “including now.”

“Tsk, I ought to teach you better than that.” He smiles at you, the same aquamarine irises you've fallen in love with glowing brighter once more, “this offer is so tempting, you wouldn't have the heart to deny it.”

“I'd like to see you try, then, my bard.”

Your bard, your god, chuckles. Effortlessly, he hoists your legs up to his shoulder blades, your ankles over his shoulders. You watch as he keeps his gaze at you, sultry and honest, as he kisses the area above your feet.

“My windblume,” he breathed into your legs, trailing kisses without breaking eye contact, “my precious dove,”

He kisses and kisses— your legs, your knees, the back of your knees— and you think of it so endearing, even as arousal pools down there, and his kisses are still so gentle; his fingers would absentmindedly trail your thighs, and his gaze was far too intense, you had to look away.

“My muse, don't look away,” his spare hand finds your jaw, to make you look at him, as he goes down and kisses the inside of your thighs. “let me worship you, the same way you did to me.”

It tugs an unknown emotion in your heart, as you cannot look away; no, when he reverently kisses the inside of your thighs more, near your sopping wet core. It makes you cry out—“Venti,” but he nibbles that area more.

Your god spews words of worship and prayers in between them, your core that throbs at his words. You hold onto his hair, but he remains unfazed, only teasing you more.

“Barbatos,” you cried out, and Venti only smiles down there.

“Yes, call me that, my muse,” he holds onto your hips, as he licks a long stripe of your pussy, tasting you.

“Call your god,” he whispers in between your folds, now hellbent to fuck you with his tongue, “and I'll make you cum.”

Venti is relentless as he tastes you, face buried in between your legs. You moan and cry out his name, archons your witness; but tonight, your god forgets he is a god. Rather— he worships you, a sinner, as he makes you unravel in his touch.

“That's it, my muse,” he hums, coaxing the first orgasm of tonight, “let this cathedral know whose god you're worshipping while I fuck you hard like this.”

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