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pre-a.n. IM BACK HELLO pls read the full a.n. at the bottom hihi
“Can you accompany me, Commandant?”
Lee’s sudden request made you stop writing. Looking up from your long-overdue reports, you found wistful cerulean eyes looking at you.
It was only a peaceful afternoon.
Weeks barely made sense after the events of the Tower. Everyone was swamped with the tasks that had to be done— from the rebuilding and fixing of some parts of Babylonia to the checkups every construct (Gray Raven included) had to go to. Initially, you thought you’d be spared— after all, Gray Raven narrowly avoided the potential death of humanity— but the backlog of reports and even more reports had piled up on your second day back, a funny thought that the former seemed more tempting.
Yet, time still proved to do something, with the fuss of the Tower and its remnants now an incident of before, and everyone was easing back into their own routine. Or, so you thought.
“Accompany you?” The question tumbled out of your mouth even before you could process it, “I mean, of course, I can. But can I ask what’s it about?”
Lee, in his Hyperreal frame, stood in front of your desk, the afternoon light shining over his small smile.
“Thank you, but…”
It’s not very sudden. After all, it was only a peaceful afternoon. Yet, it was the first time, after the years you’ve worked with Lee, had he asked you to accompany him for something— something that he hadn’t mentioned, unlike your past interactions.
Let alone during a visit to Asimov.
“I will tell you along the way. Just…please accompany me, during my visit to Asimov.”
Your thoughts echoed the same as you watched him walk in front of you on your way to the office. You tried to look away, but your eyes couldn’t. The glow of his spine catched your attention. His jacket, dyed in the shades of gray, had numerous symbols of your team name. Even his arms, mechanical and cold, were muscular. Ever since Lee had been in his new frame, you couldn’t understand your feelings. One part of you still sees him as the same Lee, the smart and aloof man whose sharp precision skills still baffled you. Yet at the same time, it seemed…new.
“...is it because of how I look, Commandant?”
Lee asked, looking over his shoulder. You quickly covered your mouth, unaware that you’ve must have spoken out loud.
“No,” Shaking your head, you smile at him. “Sorry, I was distracted.”
Lee stopped in his steps. Turning to face you, his eyebrows were knit together, lips pursed. “...are you sure you are feeling well?”
“Yes, Lee.” I nodded, “I’m sorry if I worried you. I think it was the work I’ve been doing lately, that’s why I’ve been so absentminded.”
He sighed. Swiftly, he walked closer to you, reaching out to you. And yet, he paused, halfway from meeting your cheek, before his hand touches your shoulder. For a moment, you faltered at his attempt.
“Commandant,” He slowly began, “I—”
“—and Rosa, please do write down the measurements, I need Wanshi— oh, you’re finally here.”
You and Lee looked over to see Asimov in his usual uniform, still draped with a few bandages over his body, with a stressed Rosa trailing behind him. The two scientists stopped by the door frame, before Asimov nodded at Lee.
“Yes,” Retreating to meet Asimov’s gaze, Lee returned his gesture. “I’m here.”
Asimov’s green eyes landed on you, an eyebrow quirked up. “Oh, was this your commandant’s idea?”
Your idea? You glanced at Lee, to which the man never looked back to you. “No. It was mine.”
The genius’ eyes never left yours, his expression turned amused. “Oh, alright, then. Come along.”
He waved his hand at the little Rosa, aptly shooing her, “Follow me.”
Asimov led you to his lab, and into a deeper part of it. You’ve never seen this part before— with all the clearances you had to get, and the area only permitted for scientists and constructs only. But still, you watch as he leads you wordlessly through the darkened halls, each step becoming unfamiliar to you.
Sensing your discomfort, Lee’s cold hands found themselves tangling with yours. You looked at your intertwined hands, before glancing at Lee.
“Are you scared?” He asked, a squeeze of your hand.
A flash of a memory popped in your head, with Lee’s Entropy frame vividly crossing your mind. Yet, instead of a stoic face looking at you, a warm, concerned one was studying you. You’re no stranger to the physical touch of your construct, especially Lee. But in the darkened, unfamiliar halls and the glow of some parts of Lee only lighting the way, a part of your heart twinged.
“...What are we doing here?” You couldn’t help but ask quietly.
“I had to keep it here,” Asimov broke through the silence, his footsteps echoing, “The corruption levels reached an all-time high, so I had to keep it away before it could do anything to the other frames.”
You suddenly had an inkling of an idea. But Lee only squeezed your hand. His face was downcast.
“I’m sorry, Commandant.”
“You’d be surprised how well you’ve kept it, Lee” Asimov sighed, “I applaud your tenacity, but I sincerely hope that you won’t do something this reckless again, especially with no replacement yet.”
A few more steps, and we finally stopped at a door. Asimov had to input his ID, before the door opened. Behind the door, a blinding white colored room greeted us, with a single sleeping pod at the center.
“Well, here’s your Entropy.”
Lee’s Entropy frame was inside the sleeping pod. It stood in the middle of the room, with a few cords and wires beeping. For some reason, it looked more like a casket than a sleeping pod for constructs.
Lee released your hand, urging you to get closer.
“This is…Entropy?”
The three of you cautiously approached the pod. The frame, one that you had grown familiar with Lee using it, was truly inside. Entropy’s eyes were peacefully closed, face devoid of his signature scowl. Unlike the last time you’ve seen him, there were a few cuts on his face, his clothes even torn. But the one that stood out the most was the huge cut in the middle of his chest. Stifling a gasp, you reached out to touch the glass, as if you were touching the wound.
Asimov stared at the frame with his usual expression. “I’m surprised you hadn’t told her what happened, Lee.”
“The Commandant…didn’t have to know.” You heard Lee’s remorseful tone, yet you didn’t look back to him.
“What happened? Did you get hit?” You asked.
“Lee’s frame was locked and he needed authorization.” Asimov shrugged, looking away, “The code, made out of the frame, was his only option. So…”
“...I had to force it,” Lee finished the sentence, “Or else, we wouldn’t be here now.”
You’ve known Lee to be resourceful, smart enough to have things work his way. Yet, to know the events that truly happened, even before the incident—
“...Well, I’d say the frame is stable now.” Asimov revealed, “But it’s not fit to be used as of the moment. Lee may have better control over his Hyperreal frame, but I’d still advise you to be careful.”
Asimove looked at the frame, before looking back to Lee. “Like I said, no replacements yet.”
“I will, Asimov.” The man curtly replied.
“I hope I answered your request.” Asimov looked at you. “I’ll leave you both here for now. Just try not to go around elsewhere. Go back to where you first came if you want to go back.”
Like how he first arrived, Asimov quickly left. An unspoken silence, with heavy questions lingered in the air, as your hand never left the glass. The revelation was still hard to process— you’re not sure how to feel.
“...I’m sorry, Commandant.”
Lee broke the silence first. Turning to meet him, but he wasn’t looking at you. Arms on his side, body stiff as if he were in a drill, shoulders too straight. His usual stature, one that you’ve memorized all too well, became unfamiliar in your eyes.
“If I hadn’t done that, I wouldn’t be able to cleanse the tower.” His voice cracked, breath hitched. “...I wouldn’t be able to save you.”
Entropy’s fate was a dead end. You saw it in the way the frame had ended. And suddenly, a horrible thought crossed your mind— the Lee you had today, Hyperreal. What if it was really him?
“Or what, you’ll end up like Entropy?” You bitterly spat out.
You never wanted anyone you knew to be dead. You never wanted to see Lee gone.
“...I was only doing it to keep you safe, Commandant.” You sensed Lee’s defensive tone, challenging yours.
“Oh, so you wanted yourself dead?”
Lee sighed. He still didn’t want to look at you. “I was doing everything I can to save you.”
“Lee, what you did was reckless!”
“I had to do it, Commandant. I knew what I was doing.”
“Oh, so if you failed then, did that mean I’d have to see you in a casket like this, Lee!”
“This is why I didn’t want to let you see me like this!” Lee shouted, “I didn’t want you to see what happened to Entropy, because I knew you’d react like this!”
The heat of your first proper argument. You’ve had a few misunderstandings here and there, but it was the first time your blood boiled like crazy, as Lee defended himself. But still, you crumbled— all your anger was never to be mad. You were concerned. You were prideful. And most of all, you were desperate.
“Because I don’t want you dead, Lee!” You raised your voice, ceasing any argument in the room. “Do you think I’d be happy to see the world be saved while you are in a casket?”
He froze. “I…”
“I’d rather let the world rot than to see you dead, Lee!”
A pin-drop silence. Pride doesn’t stand a chance in your standoff— for you were too desperate to be heard.
Drip. And somehow, fresh tears started to well in your eyes, a horrible, clawing emotion in your throat begging to be noticed. “...Does it hurt?”
Lee looked up, his face contorting into a pained one. “Commandant?”
With careful steps, you slowly approached Lee. “Did…does it hurt?”
All your hesitancy melted the moment you reached out to him, trembling hands touching the middle of his chest, where he had to shove the code into his Entropy frame. Lee flinched.
“It doesn’t…”
“You don’t have to lie to me.” I whispered, “You didn’t have to hide it from me.”
What did it feel like? What did Lee feel? What did Lee feel when he looked at his Hyperreal frame? What did he feel when he shoved— forcibly shoved— the core in his chest? To touch that, even as a construct, meant that one was meeting his own demise. You couldn’t image it, no, not when that immense pain was the only way to save the world, to save you?
“You could have told me that you had to hurt so you could save me.” You choked out the words, aching not to break down, “Lee, does it hurt?”
“Yes.” Lee, defenseless and true, held your hand so tight in his chest. “Commandant, it hurts. It hurts when I have to fight, it hurts when I have to use my weapon. It hurts too much.”
Lee finally looks at you, cerulean eyes vulnerable in your gaze, “But it stops when I see you.”
Your breath stutters. Lee holds both of his hands in yours, pressing it deep to his chest.
“I have suffered all my life. I know this kind of pain. But if this suffering is the only way, the only way to keep you alive and safe in this world, then I don’t mind. Commandant, you alone make the pain go away.”
When the first tear escapes your eye, Lee is there to wipe it away. “Commandant, Commandant. You’re worth every suffering I go through. You are worth everything I do.”
It doesn’t take long before you wrap your arms around Lee’s stiff figure, your embrace melting away all the pain and hidden truths— you touch the shell of his mechanical shoulder, you hear the way his own mechanical heart mirrors the rumbling of yours. You hold Lee like he is the most precious treasure in the world, like the feather of a raven that passed your night.
You don’t let go until Lee holds you the same.
“Thank you, Lee.” You whisper in his ear, “But…I want…to do the same.”
Hesitantly pulling away, you hold onto his hands, bringing them to your lips. “Lee, if I am what it takes so that you wouldn’t hurt any longer, then please.”
“I won’t let it go to waste. I’ll stay alive for you, for us.”
You realize it now— the reason why Lee was both familiar and unfamiliar. He’s still the same man you’ve remembered, the one you’ve loved all the same. But like his own battles, the ones that came to shape him, have changed. But it still echoed the same.
Lee looked at you like you were the sun, eager to touch you with the same intensity. The same face that you’ve cradled in your hands, except Lee smiled more, even became more susceptible to your words. The words that you’ve hid, however, still linger on your tongue.
“I hope you come to keep your promise, Commandant.” He whispered, kissing the top of your head. “Or else, I will have to haunt you.”
You laugh, before it died into something serious. “It’s scary to think though…Entropy…”
The frame you’ve learned to love would have to stay here. Lee shook his head.
“I’m…sorry…”
You glanced at the sleeping frame. And an idea came to mind.
“Lee, can you wait here for a bit?”
It didn’t take long, before you came back, a handful of flowers in your arms. Puzzled, Lee looked back at you. “Huh?”
“...They say,” you began, “To love someone is to attend a thousand deaths and burials of them.”
Carefully, you placed the flowers on top of the glass, hands lingering a moment where Entropy’s wound was. “Entropy…you were loved.”
With a light touch on Lee’s hand, you smiled at him. “But Lee, you are always loved. I am always here to witness your birth.”
Lee returned your sweet smile, reaching out, with a little hesitancy, to caress your cheek.
“Commandant…”
“Lee,” You muttered in his hand, “this was never your destruction. This is your birth.”
After all, it was a peaceful afternoon.
BONUS:
Before leaving the room, you insisted to open the pod just so you could place a flower inside.
“No,” Lee said, “Asimov will be mad.”
“Oh, whatever that old man says. It’ll be fine!”
But before you could pry it open (To which you failed), you noticed something strange.
“Oh…” You trailed off, to which Lee tried to follow what you were looking at.
“Is something…wrong?”
You hummed. “Is it just me…or is Entropy’s hand kinda…wonky?”
Lee looked at where you were looking at. “...huh? How did you…”
“You know, you could do something with it.” You nodded excitedly, “I mean, I did say that it is a new birth, right?”
Little did you know, that hand would literally mean the birth of something new indeed.
A.N. - HI YES IM ALIVE
I'm sorry for the sudden absence huhu I've been very pre-occupied with life lately and I've gone back here because I missed u all QwQ
I can't promise I'll be updating again BUT I will try HEUHEUE
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CONTENT WARNINGS: NSFW WARNING. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. age play, biting, seggs, a lil' cnc (consensual nonconsent), daddy kink, dirty talking, cardiophilia (attraction to heartbeats), enkuophilia (breeding kink), hints of use of aphrodisiacs (yuanwu), semi-public sex (chrome)
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˚ʚ A for Age play ɞ˚
A Little Death ⟡ Shikikan
In a world where everything is very overwhelming and too much, wouldn’t it be nice if you could actually get someone to do everything for you?
Lucky for you, there was someone else keeping you satisfied.
“Oh, darling,” Your lover purrs in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine, “do you not like my gift for you?”
A frilly skirt brushes your soft thighs as you shift in your seat. In the comforts of home, you excitedly wore the Commandant’s pretty gift to you— a pink, frilly short dress that halts by your thighs, paired with a matching pair of tights. The silk around your body hugs you perfectly, but you, in your simple mind, somehow want more. The numbing vibration down there echoes throughout your whole body, yet never quite enough. You reach out to the Commandant, the golden bracelets shimmering under the fluorescent light of your shared home.
“Daddy,” you whine, desperate enough to rub your cheek on your lover’s hand, “Daddy, I missed you.”
Having the revered Commandant of the Gray Raven is both heaven and hell—heaven in a way that your love is pure and unadulterated, enough that keeps you both sane in this busy battlefield; hell, in a way that prevents you both from seeing each other for a long time. Like now, after many months of him being away, you’re finally back in each other’s arms. Like now—
A gentle hand carefully tilts your chin upward, making you look up to the Commandant.
“Now, now, darling, I want you to use your big girl words.” He tuts, “Do you not like my gift?”
“I-I do!” You cry out, jerking your hips as you try to rub your legs together, “It’s just…I…”
“You want what, dear?”
The Commandant finally kneels to your height. You bite your lips as you feel the vibrator shift a little deeper inside of you. “I…um, I jus’ really m-missed you…”
“Such a little darling for me, mm?” He hums, “Look at you, my darling little princess.”
The praise goes straight to your core, your hole throbbing around the vibrator. With a lithe moan of the Commandant’s name, you paw at his chest.
“D-Daddy,” With small tears in your eyes, you speak, “A-am I doing good?”
The Commandant’s pretty hands caresses your cheeks, to which you lean for his warmth. Such a simple, loving act brings immense joy to your daddy, that he chuckles.
“Ah, you’re doing a very great job, my darling.” Honey drips in his tongue, you shamelessly moan out loud from his voice. With his thumb tracing the outline of your lips, he mutters, “You’re been a very attentive girl these past few months, and you deserve such a great gift, don’t you think?”
His thumb easily slips inside your lips, and you open your mouth. You bob your head in agreement as you suck his thumb, your irises somehow shaped like hearts in your Commandant’s vision. “Yes, yes, yes, I’ve been a good little girl for you, daddy.”
“Well then, spread your legs for daddy.”
Without another word, you obeyed his commands. Opening your legs as wide as you can, you feel a plethora of your essence pool under you. The sight alone makes your lover salivate. After all, a treat like this after long months of absence would definitely satiate his hunger for you. Carefully, he plucks the vibrator out of your poor pussy, with more essence dripping out of you. You moan his name out loud.
“How do you want your gift, darling?”
Sinful fingers trace your puffy pussy lips, before thumbing your little pearl, causing you to jerk in your seat. You breathe a shaky whine, to which the Commandant tuts.
“I want your big girl words, dear.”
“I-Inside, daddy.” You moan when his long fingers slipped inside, effortlessly finding your sensitive spots, “I-I want your dick inside of me, please!”
“That’s a good girl,” The Commandant praises you, thrusting his fingers upward to make you cry out, “I knew you would listen to your daddy.”
You whine a cry of disappointment when he temporarily withdraws his hands. In one swift motion, the Commandant takes off his pants, revealing his erect cock. Sitting on the bed, he pulls you to his lap. With a small kiss to your jaw, he whispers in your ear.
“Come and get your gift, dear.”
˚ʚ B for Biting ɞ˚
Candy ⟡ Noctis: Indomitus
It’s no surprise that Noctis is territorial. The man hoards everything—glass, toys, anything—causing him trouble with all of the things he keeps, not only to you, but even in Cerberus.
What you never knew though, was that his possessiveness extends to more than just material things.
“Ugh, f-fuck,” Noctis groans at the tightness of your cunt around his dick, “God, you’re so tight, you’re killing me.”
With a sharp thrust of his hips, you squeal as you hold onto the headboard with all your might. “N-Noctis! I-I thought we promised Vera we’ll be quiet…!”
Your meathead of a boyfriend could only moan your name as a response, big hands holding your hips. Noise complaints were already issued as soon as you and Noctis were together, that you’d be too embarrassed whenever you’d meet with Cerberus. But alas, your lover is too hard-headed to ever listen.
“S-Sorry, but I—hngh, so good—this pussy is just too good…!”
Twin moans spill from both of your lips as Noctis fucks you deeper, his hands sliding to the curve of your legs, pushing them to your ears. The new position causes you to cry louder, his long dick somehow feeling like he’s reaching your womb.
“No-Noctis!”
“Fuck that.”
Noctis rises to see you better under him—with your pretty, fucked out face as uncontrollable moans leave your mouth, tiny hands now gripping his broad shoulders. Was it the blur, or the steam, or the love-lust that somehow clouds his mind as he notices your bare neck. And he gets it—the urge to mark you. No, not just inside of you, but every part of you. In the heat of the moment, Noctis latches onto your chest. With a firm bite! of his teeth in your chest, your orgasm comes crashing down on you, with a loud cry of Noctis’ name.
“Noctis—! We talked a-abo—haah-!”
Of course, hickies were fine, but you always drew a line for too much. But was it really too much? To him, it still isn’t enough. Noctis is still relentless, fucking you through your orgasm, as he continues to litter your chest with bites. Moving upward, he rests your legs over his shoulder now, the urge to mark you causing him to fuck you harder.
“No-no-noctis—”
“I need to mark you,” He grunts in your neck, the last of his work as his impending orgasm starts to crash onto him, “One more.”
With the last of his precious mark on your now-littered neck, you squeeze his arms as Noctis’ orgasm comes unexpectedly. You cry out with your eyes rolling back as Noctis unconsciously bites your shoulder, triggering you to squirt all over his cock, as well as him filling you up.
Noctis is territorial, you know of that. But seeing the way he had marked you, inside and out, you are sure now that his possessiveness is more than anything simple.
“[Y/N],” Noctis moans, watching his bites and hickies all over your neck and chest, as well as your little pussy struggling to keep all of his cum inside, “...you’d give me one more, mm?”
˚ʚ C for Cardiophilia* ɞ˚
Casually Closer ⟡ Lee: Hyperreal
A construct’s heart is different from a human’s.
Thump, thump, thump. Apart from its irregular beat, its structure alone runs a different substance. For a construct like Lee, whose heart he had long given up to his beloved brother, he once believed he could no longer love like a human.
That is, until you came along.
Thump. Thump. Thump. Your heart peacefully throbs in your chest as you sleep. Lee watches you diligently, watching your sleeping figure bathe in the moonlight. He has long been accustomed to hearing the thrum of your heartbeat in the midst of the night. As he finishes the last of your paperwork (ones that he forced you to give to him so you could sleep), his eyes find themselves trailing back to you.
Thump. Thump. Your heart is in perfect condition. The rise and fall of your chest. The subtle curl of your lips, as if you are having a nice dream. Were you having a nice dream? Lee is jealous; he wishes he could see it.
But alas, his eyes drift downwards, to your body. The blankets fall off of your body, exposing your skin, in your shorts. Slightly looking away, Lee’s cheeks dusting pink as he approaches you. The bed dips as he sits beside you, taking in your beauty in the moonlight.
“Commandant,” he sighs, pulling the blankets back to your body, “...sleep tight.”
Thump. Thump. His robotic fingers land on the apex of your chest, where your heart was. Thump…Thump. A skip. His eyebrows raise— did your heart just skip a beat.
“...mmn, Lee…” You mutter his name, in your sleep.
“Commandant?”
“...mm, more,” you mutter once more, your face contorting, “more…please.”
Thump, th-thump. Your heart rate jumps. Something is new in your dreams, then. You shift in your sleep, tired hands holding onto Lee’s, as the blanket on your body fails to cover you. His palm falls flat on your chest, the throbbing of your heart increasing.
Were you having a wet dream of Lee, perhaps?
The thought hits harder to the construct, the blush on his cheeks shading to the color of your exposed panties.
“Commandant…” He whispers, “Please—”
The subtle way your body leans to him, your thighs barely touching Lee’s body. Yet, the action alone somehow makes his pants tight. This is a problem he faces whenever you are around— Lee both hates and adores the way his body reacts to you so easily.
“—Lee,” you softly moan his name, and his cock throbs, “‘m so needy…”
Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Your heartbeat clamors loudly in your chest, and Lee couldn’t help but groan. He wants to touch you. He needs to touch you. But despite the throb of his cock, he could never find the heart to defile you.
“Commandant, you’re making this hard for me…” Lee tries to escape from your grasp, but the grip on his hand somehow tightens.
“...and I know you’re awake, Commandant.”
Your face scrunches up. Slowly opening your eyes, Lee isn’t surprised to see your lust-blown irises staring back at him sheepishly.
“I’m sorry, Lee.” You pout, holding his hand to pull it all over your chest, “But you already know that you can touch me, you know.”
“I can’t bring myself to do that to you, Commandant.” He looks away, his “cooling system” failing to hide the reddening blush across his face, “You already know that.”
“Mm, yeah, but I really do need you, Lee.” You whispered, “Can’t you feel it?”
His hand squeezes your breast, before feeling your heartbeat again. Thump.Thump.Thump.Thump.
Your heartbeat is beautiful. You are beautiful. You’re too much— but Lee would kill to be in between you right now.
Without a second thought, Lee leans down to capture your lips with his. In the frenzy haze of lust under the moonlight, he kisses you like there’s no tomorrow. Fuck, it’s too delicious to even think straight, that he effortlessly carries you to his lap. Aimless hands touching skin everywhere, knowing no bounds as you descend into madness.
Thump.Thump.Thump.
Your heartbeat falls into the same throbbing pattern as his own mechanical heart. You moan into the kiss when you feel Lee’s hands rip through your poor excuse of a pajama, his thumb teasing your now-soaked folds.
“Lee, Lee,” You cry out when his fingers slip inside of your aching hole, despite your underwear, “Stop teasing…!”
“Says the woman who’s been doing that all night.” Lee moans when your pussy flutters around his fingers, “God, so needy.”
“I need you, Lee,” You whine, hips grinding to the way he fingers you, “I need you inside of me, Lee.”
Thump.Thump.Thump.Thump—
Your heartbeat draws Lee wild. With a little assistance from you, he opens his pants to free his erection. An erotic moan draws out of you, as he slowly lowers you to his hard cock, your warm walls contracting around him. A careless grunt escapes his lips, as your cunt flutters as the intrusion.
“Are you oka—”
“—fuck,” You cry out, feeling his cock finally bottoming inside of you, “Lee-!”
The tip teases your sensitive spot, with little tears forming around your eyes. Trying to ease the pain from his size, you helplessly cling onto Lee’s shoulders, catching your breath. But Lee—God knows how far gone he is.
Thump.Thump.Thump.
Your heartbeat, the way your pussy flutters around his cock— Lee knows he’s in heaven. One sharp thrust, and he has you moaning already.
“W-wait, Lee—?!”
“—You feel so divine, [Y/N],” Lee mutters, the pussydrunk feeling already settling deep in his system, “Let me make you feel so good, please.”
˚ʚ D for Dirty talking ɞ˚
Daddy Issues ⟡ Yuanwu
You are attracted to the owner of the famous boxing gym in Jinzhou: Yuanwu. It’s so wrong, yet it somehow feels so right.
“You seem a bit stiff again today, [Y/N],” You hear Yuanwu say behind you, your roaring heart echoing throughout your whole body.
It’s another workout day. Your arms looped around the bar above you, as you try to accommodate your stretches. Yet, hearing the object of your affections, somehow nearly made you lose your balance. Fortunately—
“Careful, there, little girl,” Yuanwu’s husky voice sends tingles to your ear, “I’d rather not let you fall so quickly.”
Before you could hit the ground, Yuanwu held you by the hips. With a squeal, you quickly brush yourself off of him.
“A-ah, Mr. Yuanwu!” You look away to hide from his knowing gaze, “I’m fine! Sorry, I got distracted…”
He’s silent again. Glancing back at him, you notice gray eyes glazed with worry. Without a thought, you reach out to squeeze his arm.
“I–um, Mr. Yuanwu, I’m perfectly fine, I promise.” You mutter with a sigh, “Can I have a sip of your tea instead? I feel a little light-headed right now.”
Lucky for you, he already had the table set. Sitting across you, drinking his usual brewed Trine tea. The lime-colored tea smells so rejuvenating and refreshing, that you want to drown in its smell alone.
“Say, [Y/N],” Yuanwu opens the conversation for a while, “How are you liking the gym so far?”
You take a sip. The tea oddly tastes sweet today. “Oh…I am enjoying it so far, Mr. Yuanwu. I didn’t even know that I’d be really enjoying the stretches…”
“I’m glad,” He flashes a sweet smile, the laugh lines around his eyes a little more noticeable, “To be honest, when I saw your physique, I always thought you’d be more suitable for stretches.”
Your throat feels scratchy, the more you listen to Yuanwu. Taking another sip, your attention seems to be limited— oddly fixated on the tacet mark on his neck, watching the rise and fall of his broad chest, somehow noticing the way his prominent Adam’s apple bob as he speaks— you snap out of your trance when he snaps his fingers.
“Ms. [Y/N]?” Hell, even Yuanwu’s voice somehow made your core throb, “Are you listening?”
“Hah,” Noticing the intense stare of your master, the blush on your face draws a darker shade. “Yes, Mr. Yuanwu!”
“Okay, so as I was saying…”
His mouth was moving, but the words died down in your ears. Eagerly watching how he took off his gloves, revealing long, calloused hands. They opened and closed in front of you, before reaching for his cup. Tracing the outline of the cup, your thoughts turned naughty— Wondering how his hands would trace your legs, the inside of your thighs, your wet cunt. Wondering how they’d pry your legs open, how his deft fingers would actually play with your throbbing clit—
“...seeing as your flexibility knows no bounds, I do wonder how far you’d be willing to open your legs for me, darling?”
The words cme hurling at you at a surprising speed. You look up to find Yuanwu’s sweet smile, but this time, laced with something far too lewd.
“I guess you already have imagined that, haven’t you, little [Y/N]?”
Yuanwu stands up, slowly approaching you. His gloveless hands found themselves cupping your cheek, his thumb caressing your lips.
“How long have you fantasized about me, [Y/N]?”
“I…Mr. Yuanwu…”
“Tell me, my dear. I long noticed the way you look at me. It’s unlike any other simple one.” His voice drops an octave lower, looking down on you as he touches your leg. “Do you know the properties of Trine tea is being honest, right? It’ll break my poor heart if you don’t tell me, my [Y/N].”
“A while,” You whisper, noticing the close proximity between the both of you, “I-I have been…”
“Really? That’s so sweet of you. Tell me; what do you usually fantasize about?”
That’s definitely private information. But the way Yuanwu has been looking at you, only made your cunt clench around nothing. “I-I’m too shy…!”
“I’ll help you, then.” He flashes his teeth, akin to little fangs, “Perhaps I need to teach you more about being honest.”
“My dear [Y/N], do you fantasize me holding you like this, then?”
He gently holds your arms above your head, graciously with one hand. In a swift moment, he has you pinned on the table.
“Do you imagine me holding your hands up like this, while I’m in between you?”
He slips himself in between your legs, your legs locking him around his waist, making him hiss.
“M-Mr. Yuanwu-!”
“Do you imagine me holding you by your neck, while I try to kiss you?”
His other hand holds you by the base of your neck, lightly putting pressure. You gasp at the sensation, your hips involuntarily grinding on his hips. He graciously returns the motion, his poking erection on your clothed core.
“Do you imagine me touching you in places that are too precious?”
One hand leaves your neck, trailing from your chest, down to your quivering thighs. Holding you there with a light squeeze, one thrust to your cunt. You moan quietly.
“Or do you imagine me taking you here, on this very table, telling you how much of a good girl you are as I fuck you like an animal?”
You moan loudly when Yuanwu ruts himself on you. You squirm from his grip, but he only urges you further— your back arching, aching for more.
“Fuck me, please!” You cry out, squirming in his grip, “I said fuck me, please, sir!”
“‘Atta girl,” Yuanwu grins, slowly peeling off your shorts, “Let’s make your dreams come true, hm?”
˚ʚ E for Enkuopophilia** ɞ˚
Earned it ⟡ Chrome: Glory
Chrome is a family man, you’ve noted.
Despite living in a house devoid of any familial love, despite only having robots around him. As Langston Smith, his world revolved around “glory”. When he was baptized as Chrome, a new kind of world came— a different kind of glory. Chrome has long learned love through his members, through Strike Hawk. Sure, living as a construct may be hard and different, but it’s a beautiful one. Especially when love exists in his team.
Especially with you in it.
“Your baby is so cute~!” You gush, excitingly holding the small, fragile baby in your arms, “She’s so beautiful…”
On a rest day, Chrome accompanied you to visit an old friend. Long did you both know that your friend had a surprise waiting for you.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were pregnant!” You playfully teased your blushing friend, “I could have prepared a baby shower for you!”
“We didn’t know either,” She giggles, looking at her husband, “I eventually found out by accident. She really is a surprise for us.”
Chrome could see the love in your friend’s eyes as she gazed at her husband. The latter looks back at her the same way, a soft squeeze on her hand. Looking back at you, who has been captured by the baby’s charms, an unadulterated emotion knocks on Chrome’s chest.
What was it?
“You and Chrome would have a lovely family, if you ever decide to have one.” Your friend comments.
Your eyes meet Chrome’s pensive ones. With a lovely smile, you nodded. “I sure hope so.”
Ah, Chrome knows it’s impossible. How can a construct and a human ever have a family? But somehow, seeing your relaxed appearance as you held the baby— and somehow Chrome sees something else: you, with a swollen belly, looking at him. And something shifts inside of him. And something is different.
“C-Chrome-!” Moans of your lover’s name fill your mouth as you feel yourself fall flat on the wall, “S-slow down!”
Soon after your little affair at your friend’s place, Chrome had you pinned on the wall at Smith’s home. Your panties were thrown somewhere on the floor, alongside Chrome’s jacket. Your body surrenders as Chrome drills deep into you, the surge of pleasure nearly blurring your vision. The whirr of the robots seem absent, but the looming fear that the patriarch would stumble in, would see the lewd and disheveled look on your faces—
“Don’t think of anyone else right now, hah, [Y/N],” Chrome growls, “Focus on me.”
His grip on your hips is ruthless as he fucks you deeper, the tip of his cock precisely hitting your sweetest spots in one go. Your cries only spur his drive— in the face of your lover, you submit to his desires.
“I-I just—hngh, I do-don’t understand w-what got you so w-haah, worked up-!”
“I’m sorry,” He apologizes so gently, in contrast to his thrusts, “You…you were just so beautiful ho-holding a baby…”
Chrome moans your name with a sharp thrust, knocking the air out of you for a moment. Holding a baby? Ah, Chrome saw it. He saw how lovely you were, as you held the baby.
“I want to fuck a baby in you,” Chrome pleads, “I want you to carry our child, [Y/N].”
A cry rips out of your mouth when your orgasm comes crashing without a warning. The idea of having a family with Chrome was something you’ve long wanted. But Chrome— fuck the laws. Like him, the idea of having a family with Chrome is a need.
“Did you come for me already, [Y/N]?” He chuckles in your ear, fingers rubbing your neglected nub, “So pretty f’me.”
His actions cause you to squirm in his hold. With a cry of his name, your pussy clenches around his length, causing Chrome to hold his breath.
“Do you like the idea of having a baby with me?” Chrome asks so softly, you nearly forget the rough pace he set on your poor pussy, “Do you want to start a family with me, [Y/N]?”
Chrome looks down to find a frothy white rim around his hard length. Watching how addicting you were to him, your abused pussy taking all of him, his impending orgasm roars loudly in his body— the urge to breed, breed, breed–!
“I’ll put a baby in you, [Y/N],” Chrome pulls you even closer, and all emotions come crashing in— “So take it all.”
“Chrome–!”
As your eyes roll back to your skull, your second orgasm forces Chrome to cum with you, spurts of his hot cum seeping so so deep in you, that some overflowed out of you. It takes a while before you both manage to catch your breath. You try to move your muscles, albeit aching, but Chrome stops you.
“A-ah,” Chrome tuts, “Not yet. I’m not done with you, yet.”
The telltale of Chrome’s still-hard cock still buried inside of you, with some of his cum plugged deep inside of you brings you to reality. It’s only until Chrome carries you, makes you whine.
feat. Punishing: Gray Raven, Wuthering Waves, and Love and Deepspace men!
a.n. - yes this will be posted this week hopefully! hoping to see y'all interact with this as well!! I'm legit really pushing thru this cuz this is what I've been waiting to do all month long!!
CONTENT WARNINGS: NSFW. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
dividers by @/cafekitsune!
maybe you wanna try listening to the playlist I made for this year?
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: 鸣潮 | Wuthering Waves (Video Game)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Jiyan/Female Rover (Wuthering Waves), Female Rover/Xiangli Yao (Wuthering Waves), Male Rover (Wuthering Waves)/Reader, Jiyan (Wuthering Waves)/Reader, Xiangli Yao (Wuthering Waves)/Reader, Mortefi (Wuthering Waves)/Reader, Mortefi/Female Rover (Wuthering Waves), Female Rover/Scar (Wuthering Waves), Scar (Wuthering Waves)/Reader, Aalto (Wuthering Waves)/Reader, Calcharo (Wuthering Waves)/Reader, Calcharo/Female Rover (Wuthering Waves)
Characters: Jiyan (Wuthering Waves), Xiangli Yao (Wuthering Waves), Scar (Wuthering Waves), Male Rover (Wuthering Waves), Aalto (Wuthering Waves), Mortefi (Wuthering Waves), Calcharo (Wuthering Waves)
Summary:
Venturing the lands of Jinzhou, you met the eyes of fighters willing to fight for their land...and for you.
hello!! I have decided to cross-post my wuwa fics to ao3 as well!!
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I just want to thank you for all the BEAUTIFUL Lee fanfics you wrote!
I recently started playing PGR and naturally got to the point where I would sell my soul for the happiness of the Gray Raven squad. Just as I was lamenting over the fact that there is such a small amount of Lee fanfics in English I came across your AO3 account and was absolutely blown away! Your fanfics are SO good! I am fangirling over them for a while now. I really appreciate you writing so much for Lee and, while I can't speak for the whole community, you are definitely this fellow Lee fan's savior!
I also had this problem while I was in the early stages of PGR. Fell in love with Lee when his Hyperreal frame was released so I scoured Tumblr and AO3 for the crumbs. Nothing caught my attention, except for a few ones HUHUMS
PGR was--or still is--my comfort (meanwhile the game: *deep depression mode*) and Gray Raven's tenacity and camaraderie really gave me immense comfort so I really wanted to write about them.
anyway thank you for enjoying my fics!! I'm very happy that ure happy and I am excited to share even more as I have a lot more stuff ready to pop out of the oven LOL
A clumsy grip on his robotic shoulder, his hesitant hands on your waist. You’ve never felt more at home than the way you were in his lap, comfortably nestled in his arms. Warm, soft lips on yours, the slight tremble in his breath when he tilts sideways, deepening the kiss.
You don’t remember how or what happened. All you can think about is how warm he is—careless hands lightly trailing from his broad shoulder, your thumb along his clavicle. You find the bob of his Adam’s apple, every rumble and vibration felt like thunder, an echo underneath your fingertips straight to your own thundering heart. You gasp for air in between your kiss, but never quite pulling away, the tremble of his lips still present on yours.
“Rover,” Xiangli Yao speaks, voice husky that it rumbles in your ear, “[Y/N],”
He says your name with reverence you mistake it for a prayer—it takes your breath away.
“Mm, yes,” you lull, high and heavy in the small space he encloses you in, “‘m sorry, is it…is it too much?”
Xiangli Yao holds you closer, your legs now wrapped around his torso, your arms wrapped around his shoulders, bodies touching too intimately. To prove his point, he dips you lower, making you open your eyes. One hand holds the small of your back, the other reaching out to touch your cheeks, his fingertips purposely grazing your skin.
“No, no,” He breathes a plea in between your lips, begging, “Never. You are never too much.”
You’ve long believed first kisses are the flutter of butterflies on flowers, the shy kiss of the autumn air on your cheeks. But your kiss with Xiangli Yao is more than that: the loud crash of the waves on the shore, the confident sunshine dancing on your skin in the summer—Xiangli Yao kisses you, although his first time, fervently, passionately, devotedly on your lips, an exploration that he is unafraid to take.
He leans forward to capture your lips once more. Unlike the sweet taste of innocence from the first time you’ve kissed, it is hungrier, it is raw—evident in the way the hand on your back dangerously treading uncharted waters that slips lower, and the other one cautiously cupping the nape of your neck.
“Xiangli Yao,” you pull away slightly, unable to go from the warmth of his lips, “Breathe, I need to–”
“Warm, you are overflowing with warmth, [Y/N].” He says, “I can never get enough.”
You open your eyes to find shimmering amethyst irises with orange-hued tints looking back at you. His lips curve into a small smile, urging you to act on your mind.
What were once trembling hands found confidence in the way you held onto his shoulder blades, caressing every skin you could touch, tenderly cupping his cheeks. Xiangli Yao leans to the heat of your hands, his lips leaving butterfly kisses on your palm.
Every action leaves thunder in your hammering heart, every pulse a reverberation that mirrors both of you. In the heat of the blind room with the sunshine your only light, you mutter words only meant for Xiangli Yao, only those that represent your affections for him.
“I adore you,” you say back, “Xiangli Yao, I adore you.”
With your confession, Xiangli Yao smiles. Amidst his lust-shaded eyes, they reflect the same feeling as yours.
“I adore you, too, [Y/N].” He nuzzles closer to you, leaving light kisses on your jaw, “I adore you, far more than you could imagine.”
Imagine kissing XIANGLI YAO, who captivates your heart, on one summer afternoon.
Oh right, almost forgot, this art on Twitter/X instantly reminded me of your work! You always put emphasis on Lee's eyes so I HAVE to make sure you see it if you didn't already!
(If tumblr removes the link for whatever reason, the artist's username is @YucioQiaizihan and this was posted in September, you won't miss it!)
https://x.com/YucioQiaizihan/status/1831747667082539385
screaming. crying. creaming over this beautiful artwork oh god bless u my fren u have made me cri
I hope they'll make a chrome, kamui, roland and camu s rank soon😞 1st we have lee hyperreal 2nd Watanabe Epitaph and Wanshi lucid dreamer so they'll probably make s rank for them right? 😞 (I wanna add noan but after what happened to him in the latest chapt- eh well, but Nanami can still save all of them I think since it was teased that she's gonna have another S rank omniframe soon 🥹🥹)
based on the new cn chapter with lucia pyroath I will forever be in deep grievances for them.
but luckily I eat and drink copium everyday for breakfast so I ALSO HOPE THEY GET THEIR SECOND FRAMES because holy theyve been treated like npc
ALSO ABOUT NANAMI pls I rlly dont care anymore even if they deux ex machina their way just let our bbys be happy
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The xiangli Yao fic with a tidbits of Lee has no right to make me cry 😭😭 you did so good you did so good writing the current events and past memories for the both of them hdjejeje I love it so much thank you for blessing us with your writing 💞💞
thank u thank u!! (ʃƪ＾3＾）✨🧡
there is a hc I shared to @katsuonemars about lee and xiangli yao that I am hopefully going to post veeeeery soon!! very excited to share with yall about it 😚
so that means these stuff arent going to stop anytime soon HEHE
thank u!!! it's been a while since I've been posting fics for Lee and the other husbandos, but hopefully when inspiration decides to strike me I'll be sure to write them down.
like HOPEFULLY maybe by groups (like my current “picnic days and sundays”) such as Strike Hawk, Dark Aries, and others. maybe platonic or romantic, who knows these days?
