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starryficsfinishwen · 3 months

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✧。◟ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ! — PGR Men x reader

last night, I laid in bed so blue / then I realized the truth!

summary // how do your favorite constructs kiss you?

a.n. - post Valentine's post :D I've been so busy with irl lately, I only just got back on my Tumblr 🫠 how'd your valentine's go?(I had a date with my school project :'D so peinful)

pairing(s) - lee, chrome, wanshi, kamui, camu, watanabe, noan, roland, noctis x f!commandant (and can be gender neutral!) (separate!)

content // suggestive LOL basically how your favorite playable characters would kiss you scenarios~

dividers by @/saradika-graphics!

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Lee: Hyperreal

Kissing Lee is like breathing.

Inhaling, in the way his hands are on your jaw, the little smile on your lips when his breath fans yours. Breathing in, the smell of the cologne you've gifted him makes you dizzy in a good way, the softest brush of his mouth on the corner of your lips. Taking in, the taste of chocolate; bitter as the coffee you made the first time, yet morphs into something so sweet as sugar cookies, and you can feel him smiling as your lips meet, savoring every drop he offers—

Exhaling, as Lee pulls away to give you air, foreheads touching, because you are both too intertwined to move away from one another.

“We made quite a mess here,” you giggled.

The newly-made kitchen of the Gray Raven base is as messy as a child's breakfast: pots and pans strung everywhere, chocolates and other liquids splattered all over the counter, the drain is probably clogging for some reason (it was Lee's fault), and there was a burnt cake placed somewhere (your fault) but you both never minded those.

“I told you to let me handle all the baking,” Lee huffs, thumbs unconsciously caressing your jaw, “You had to be so stubborn.”

“I knew what I was doing,” you pout, “You always follow the recipe, even though you could just do some feeling!”

“I am starting to doubt your feelings. Remember the first-”

“-not another word.”

“Okay, okay, I'm sorry to burst your bubble.” Lee smiles at you, hands now placed beside your legs on the table you sat on, “We might as well clean up and just order something else.”

“Nooo,” you whine, tugging on his 'Kiss the Cook' apron, “The last cake is in the oven. It'll be done. I promise, it will taste yummy.”

Your lover laughs, his head rubbing your cheek, “Remind me again why we are baking?”

“It was supposed to be my surprise for you for Valentine's.” You admit, sighing, “You had to come and ruin it.”

Everything feels natural; his body fills in the gaps in yours. His head rests on your neck, your hand on his cheek and hair, his arms on your waist. You breathe in the same air, laughing off the smell of the burnt cake from earlier.

“I'm sorry,” he softly murmurs, his lips lightly kissing your neck, “...at least I get to take you out tonight.”

“Tonight?” Did you have a plan for tonight?

“Yes. I reserved a table for us at the restaurant you like.”

What a surprise. Pulling away to look at Lee's cerulean eyes, you somehow realized something:

“I thought you hated dining outside of our lounge.”

“I do,” Lee purses his lips, before sighing, “but I know we've been busy and you wanted to eat outside. Besides, it's still practical because of the restaurant's offer for Valentine's.”

Ah, this man is so smooth. You already knew that it wasn't just for that reason. Leaning to press your lips into his, you could feel your heart leap out of joy. You could hear the ting of the oven, but you never cared. You only wanted Lee's kiss— Lee's love, in the form of inhaling, taking in, exhaling.

“Commandant,” Lee pulls away slightly, whispering, “the cake-”

“I love you, Lee,” you giggled, hands threading in his hair as you purposely let your leg catch that particular spot that made him shudder, “You're so sly.”

“...You better finish what you've started, Commandant.”

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Chrome: Glory

Kissing Chrome is needy.

It's hot, it's heavy— his hands that grasped your shoulders, almost afraid you'd disappear if he wasn't careful; yet, still so gentle— his lips on yours are so soft, you feel like you'd melt if he wasn't holding you.

“I missed you,” Chrome mumbles when he parted from yours for air, “I missed you so damn much.”

It's not a common occurrence for the both of you to be away from each other. He was the Captain of Strike Hawk, and you had your own team. But to be away from the public eye, to be in some random corner of the streets, as your heavy breathing mingled with one another and your bodies touching, you remember that you couldn't be away from your lover far too long now.

“I missed you, Chrome, I missed you, too.” You could sob from the intensity of your situation, hands reaching for whatever part of him—his shoulders, his arms, his cheek— “Thank God, I can finally see you.”

“Me too,” Chrome breathes, placing a kiss on the crown of your head, “I couldn't wait any longer.”

“Do you still have more appointments?”

“I do,” he groans, frustration evident on his pretty face, “I still have to meet a few more people...”

“I'm sorry.”

“Don't be,” Chrome is the one who apologizes instead, starry eyed twinkling that made you frown instead.

It's always busy and no rest days. Apart from your lover being such a dependable leader, sometimes, your greed makes you want to steal him away. But alas, as you caress his cheek, the cool touch of his skin underneath your fingertips, it makes you lean onto him, lips kissing his jaw.

“[Y/N]...?”

“I missed your touch,” You admit, hands now on his cheeks, “I missed your face. I missed your hands, your kisses— I don't want to be away from you longer.”

Was it your position that somehow made you hot? Or was it the way Chrome leaned more into you, kisses reaching every inch of your face, to your chin, to your exposed jaw— you stifle a quiet moan, as Chrome nips at a particularly sensitive spot on your neck, something that you've never touched before, something that was a step closer into your relationship.

“I am trying so hard not to overwhelm you, [Y/N]. I missed you so badly,” Chrome groans, “but finally seeing you, finally being able to touch you...I want to show you how much I missed you, but I'm afraid it'll be too much...”

“Don't stop,” Boldly, you proclaimed, hands running through his hair, disrupting it into a messy one, “Let's go home, Chrome. Show me how much you've missed me, and I'll show you mine.”

Pulling away so slightly, Chrome's turquoise irises reflecting a darker shade amidst the light from the crack of the corner. In between those eyes and your pending responsibilities, you already made your decision. As you feel Chrome's hold on your hips, you pressed your lips to him.

“I hope you'll stay true to that offer, [Y/N].”

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚Wanshi: Hypnos

Kissing Wanshi is dreamy.

In the tender tones of daylight, the artificial sun bleeding into your skin. There are too many touches all at once, but neither the two of you bother to pull away. Wanshi's lips find your skin without a hassle, humming when you swallow your laughs. He's everywhere— your hand, your arm, your shoulder, the dip of your breasts, your clavicle— everywhere but your face.

“Wanshi,” you purred, never bothering to open your eyes, “you're so needy...”

“Hush, let me dream a bit longer,” your lover sighs in your neck, nibbling your skin, “it's not everyday I get to kiss you like this.”

“We'll both be late at this point. Didn't you say Captain Chrome warned you already?”

“He already put those rules before,” he pauses, yawning, arms now wrapped possessively around your waist, “I'm exempted.”

“I won't be surprised if you get to be deprived of your capsule for another week...”

“Hey, this is about us today,” he murmurs, lightly kissing the side of your neck, “I don't want to hear another man's name in our bed...”

Your lover never learns. But still, you couldn't help but laugh at his antics. It's his problem anyways, not yours. As you giggle, your hand finds itself cupping Wanshi's soft cheeks, squeezing it.

“Wanshi, darling, we really need to get up soon. I also have work.”

You could feel Wanshi pouting against your skin. Without a warning, he gets on top of you, golden eyes looking at you. “Five minutes. Give me five more minutes, and I'll let you go.”

As you were about to ask what he meant, Wanshi leans down to capture your lips with his. You squeak from surprise, but in the end, you couldn't help but submit to his whims. His soft lips, the love that permeates from him, slipping in so deeply into you as you felt yourself buried deeper into the sheets. Your hand finds his, intertwining as he leads it above your head. Forget your job, forget that it's another shitty work day; it's only you and Wanshi, in your bed, and his dreamy kisses.

You love Wanshi, and you'd always pick him, despite his sleepy circumstances, despite everything else.

“Mm...Wanshi, give me more than five minutes.” You mutter, letting your legs wrap around his waist, pressing into him.

“Oh?”

“Yes, nngh, you win this time. Now, give me more kisses.”

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Kamui: Tenebrion

Kissing Kamui is like catching the sun in both hands.

More like a surprise; playful shouting as he wins another round of your favorite game, leaving you dumbfounded in your chair. You love your man so much that you'd rather see him with that goofy smile on his face. But sometimes, some victories feel like they are being rubbed hard on your face.

“Haha! This is the third time now!”

“Alright, alright,” you shrug, placing the controller down, watching Kamui lead out of his seat, “You win.”

“Does this mean I get to have the seat for a week?”

“A month, too, if you want,” you shrug again, “Congratulations, Kamui.”

It's his playful character that made you fall for him in the first place— a unique laughter, the way his eyes crinkled with delight, how Kamui's feet would curl. But unbeknownst to him, however, you had another trick on your sleeve.

“Time for a free round!”

“No, thank you,” you flutter your eyes at him, “I'd like to see you play for now. I might get you next time if I watch your movements.”

Kamui laughs instead, making your stomach jump, “Babe, just watch, then. But I'm sure that I'll win again like always.”

As Kamui positions, your plan goes into play. He won't win against you, the real mastermind of the game.

Kamui's eyes glimmer as he focuses intently on the game. Somehow, in the middle of scoring another new record, his mind lands on you.

“[Y/N]? You seem qui-”

When he turns his head, he is met with a surprise kiss on his lips. Kissing Kamui always felt like reaching for the sun in your hands, especially this way: the surprised sound from his lips when they met yours, the softest yet so hot as he absentmindedly drops his console, reaching to hold you; Kamui doesn't hesitate to kiss you back with the same intensity— tongue tasting his favorite drink on yours, the smell of your perfume, and the dizzying heat when he refuses the pull away, in spite of your little plan.

You squeak when Kamui gently pushes you onto the sofa, him breaking away to find your saliva strung together on both of your lips. The game plays in the background, forgotten as Kamui straddles you. Looking back at his glinting eyes, you seem to miss this in your equation.

“Really, [Y/N]?”

“Y-you didn't have to- I-I thought you'd-”

“Tsk, tsk,” Kamui laughs, thumb caressing your swollen lips, “[Y/N], you already knew I'd let you win. I guess you'll be getting your present early, then~”

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚Camu: Crocotta

Kissing Camu is like snow on the beach.

So rare, so sudden. It's the rumble of the vending machine of some unknown brand, dropping a new kind of food. Was it edible?

“So they really did put up these things.”

It's the low sound of Camu's husky voice surprising you on a random sunny afternoon. You quickly pick up the food, presenting it in front of him, “Do you mean this?”

Camu takes the food from your hand. It's a cake in a can, you presume, as it is written boldly on the cover. Squinting his eyes, Camu effortlessly tears off the lid without the use of the safety pin. At this point, such a scenario no longer surprises you.

“A cake in the can?”

“A cake in the can.” Camu affirms, giving it back to you, “It was a staple for the Japanese vending machines back in the Golden Age.”

The little treat (although forced open) seemed cute. Using the spoon provided, you took a few bites. Immediately, a yummy flavor pours into your mouth, making you squeal with joy. You quickly taste more.

“Mmh! It's so sweet~!”

“Yeah, they're usually really sweet.”

Taking a large spoonful, you hold it out to Camu. “Would you like some?”

Hesitant. Camu looks at you, somehow judging you (do you usually hold out food to random people?), yet cautiously leans down to your height. His eyes never leave yours as he takes a bite, even until he gulps it down. Your eyes twinkle as you notice your joy reflected in his, signaling the sweet taste of the dessert.

“What do you think?”

“...it is very sweet.”

“I really want to eat more of this~” you grin, “let me order-”

Camu holds your shoulder, causing you to stop. When you turned to look back at him, focused dark eyes looked at you.

“Wait.”

Camu leans forward, his face inches away from yours. As you feel your temperature grow higher, you only notice Camu's thumb caress the corner of your mouth.

“...you had a bit of cream there.”

Did you only notice Camu's handsomeness just now? Or was it because of the close proximity? His breath is cool on your lips, pretty dark eyes devoid of any harshness that he usually portrays, yet the subtle softness of his features somehow made him look more handsome up close. It makes you want to kiss him.

“I'm sorry?”

Snapping out of your reverie, you blink at him, “Huh?”

“You said you wanted to kiss me.”

Crap. You and your thoughts! You groan, trying to mask your reddening embarrassment, “Ah, Camu, I'm so sorry, I didn't-”

But Camu closes the gap anyways. It catches you off guard at first, but his kiss is cool and warm at the same time, almost felt like bathing in the sea amidst the snow. You taste the sweet cake on his lips, the smell of peppermint invading your senses. It is only a short while, ending as fast as it started. When he pulls away, you find dark eyes reflecting your emotion: curiosity.

“...ah-!”

“Technically, we indirectly kissed already.”

Camu points at the spoon, realization dawning on you. You squeak, trying to assess more of the situation. But Camu, with a small smile on his lips despite the deepening blush on his cheeks, coughs, “...I guess it's time for me to ask you out later during the Valentine's event, then.”

You were about to ask what the deal was about, until your mind whirred back to his initial words.

“I thought you don't like Valentine's?”

“I don't like Valentines.” He said.

“So why...?”

Camu, turning away from you, before looking back with a smile on his face, “I like you, obviously.”

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚Watanabe: Epitaph

Kissing Watanabe is always a surprise.

It's when you least expected it. From the sudden kisses in front of children, to meet ups in the warehouse, and even in random times of the day. Watanabe would always keep surprising you, you almost think it's a routine at this point (God Bless your heart; hopefully his antics won't kill you before your fated day).

However, lately, it's almost not happening.

“Hello, [Y/N],” your lover greets you as he passes by, opting to continue talking to the man beside him. You retract your expectant hands.

“Watch out, [Y/N].” Watanabe calmly catches you by your hips, when a child nearly hits you with the ball. You wanted to reach out, but he was already walking away.

“I'll be taking that.” And gone was the playful kiss on your shoulder, instead, it was a smile on his lips as he took the supplies and left you in the dark. What the hell was going on?

On a random evening, he started to avoid you on purpose.

“Watanabe!” You cried out as you watched him disappear from the sea of people.

It was the nth time of you trying to track him down that day. Tired from running around, you slump against the wall, tears filling your eyes. Your tears began to escape your eyes as the atmosphere around you, despite it being Valentine's, was full of love and laughter.

What did you do wrong? Watanabe is your lover, one you've long promised to be with forever. But what was forever if he no longer looked at your way?

“Miss [Y/N]?”

Sniffling away your tears, you looked up to see one of the Forsaken soldiers. “Y-yes?”

“...are you alright?”

“Y-yes, yes,” you were not, but you still stood up, facing the soldier, “What do you need?”

“Could you kindly come with me to the warehouse? I need someone to inspect the weapons before we head out tomorrow.”

Wordlessly, you follow the construct. Your mind swims in a hazy sea of doubts and self depreciation. Should you leave this place? Go back to Babylonia? You are still welcome there, last time you checked. But the people...

It didn't take a while before you both arrived at the destination. Stepping inside the dark warehouse, you failed to notice that the door behind you closed. As you ran to pry it open, from the corner of your eyes, you saw a lone light shine in the middle of the dark warehouse.

It's Watanabe.

All of your anger rushes to your brain. Your legs move quicker, however, sprinting to reach out to the estranged man.

“You selfish little-”

“[Y/N]-”

Anything Watanabe says is fast, but your reflexes are faster. You held onto his arms, your tears of anger flowing as you cried out.

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

“I know, I know-”

“Do you know how sad and angry I am at you? For leaving me with no answers?”

Watanabe does not answer. He lets you speak.

“Why? What did I do wrong? Why are you ignoring me?”

“I am aware, yes.” He answers, sorrowful, “I am sorry for treating you that way, [Y/N]. I know I shouldn't have done that, but my actions hurt you instead.”

“Then why did you do it?”

Watanabe doesn't answer. Instead, he reaches out to cup your cheeks, genuine sadness reflecting in his expression.

“I have been thinking. And I made up my mind.”

He caresses your cheeks with such reverence, it almost makes you melt. “...being away from you is so cruel. I wanted to make such a heavy decision, to leave you so you could be with another human, but I realized that I was just like you— I would be angry, too.”

Watanabe leans down, your forehead touching, “I want to be greedy for you, [Y/N]. Please, let me make it up to you.”

Suddenly, you were aware of the weight of your words from earlier. You weren't mad; you were devastated. Should this man, the love of your life, leave you, what becomes of you, then?

“Watanabe...”

You tug on his collar, whispering, “Don't go. Kiss me, please.”

Kissing Watanabe really is a surprise. It's fulfilling, in a way that completes you like a puzzle, his warm lips on yours. You love him just as much as he loves you, perhaps more— it's agonizing, it's too much, yet you crave for him; he is all you have. When he reluctantly pulls away, he whispers your name.

The lights of the warehouse turn on. And behind him, a dazzling display of flowers and pictures are shown.

“What-”

“I know it's not much, unlike the luxuries in Babylonia,” Watanabe kneels down, the glittering stone on the engraved jewelry in his hand, “But this is all from every corner of my heart; I love you, my [Y/N]. Please accept my proposal.”

You couldn't hold your tears anymore— from anger, they turned into immense joy. The answer has long been spoken.

“Marry me, my [Y/N].”

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚Noan: Arca

Kissing Noan is sweet.

Little kisses and noises of joy as you take breaks in between your book reading. It's his warm hand on top of yours, the other busy flipping through the pages. Noan's voice is a soothing lullaby, a gentle lull as he reads the passages for you.

“It's quite ironic,” Noan breaks away from the book, putting it aside as he brushes away the hair covering your face, “I thought you wanted me to read to you.”

There you were, comfortably laying on his lap, watching him with tired eyes. Slightly pouting, you weakly tugged on his scarf, “Noan, why did you stop...”

“My lap isn't very comfortable to sleep in. Let's move you back to your base.”

“Nooo,” you stubbornly shook your head, trying not to let Noan stand, “Finish reading the book, please? You're almost at the exciting part...”

Sighing, Noan picks up the book. Frankenstein by Mary Shelley, one of the books that caught Noan's attention. Driven by your immense curiosity and how Noan was itching to read the story, judging by its summary, you thought it was a nice idea to let him read to you. It's hitting two birds with one stone!

“I don't get how you're so interested in the book,” Noan asks, flipping back to the page where he left, “You're already falling asleep.”

You don't have the heart to tell him you've already read it while you were still in the F.O.S. “Well, I think the concept is neat.”

“The concept of a man who has the body parts of dead people off killing people just to appease his creator?”

You shrugged, “I mean...”

Noan laughs, fingers idly drifting and drawing circles on your cheek, “Just tell me that you're just doing this because you think that I'm interested in it.”

“Are you not?” You turned to catch brown eyes looking at you with mirth.

“In a way, yeah.”

You pondered for a bit, trying to remember the contents of the book. Lifting your hand to cup Noan's cheeks, you huffed, “Y'know, you remind me a bit of the monster.”

Quickly catching yourself with your words (to which Noan laughs), “I mean, minus the killing. Wait, no, I mean-”

“Okay, okay, something related to that?”

“Yes, that.” You grinned, “the monster wasn't supposed to mean any harm. He simply wanted the attention and love from his creator.”

Your lover, in a way, was similar to the monster of the book. Rebuilt and revived, nearly as a killing machine. But does a killing machine have to look this beautiful in the hazy afternoon glow? Noan's lips parted for a bit, before pursing them. Lifting your head, you snuck in a short kiss on the corner of his mouth.

“You're similar yet different from the monster, Noan.” You murmured, closing your eyes as you inhaled his smell, “Thus strangely are our souls constructed, and by slight ligaments are we bound to prosperity and ruin.”

Noan chuckles, lightly squeezing your cheeks, “and you tell me you've never read the book before-”

“I didn't disagree, didn't I?”

“Hmm...”

“Noan,” you whispered, “Unlike Frankenstein's story, you are never feared, nor despised.”

You kissed Noan. It's sweet— the taste of the cookies you gave, the herbal tea; his lips that were made to kiss yours, to fit; and Noan, who went through too much, was yours to protect forevermore.

“You are loved, even more than your creator.”

When you pull away, deep red tinted his cheeks and ears, which made you laugh. “Well, Noan?”

“Mm...I should stop reading the book since you already know-”

“Keep going, please?” You purred, “I like you reading to me.”

“...mh, fine, you're lucky I like you.”

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚Roland: Flambeau

Kissing Roland is, well, comedic.

He's laughing; the crescendo plays a melodic tune, as he plays his role. Your lover is a clown at this point, laughing manically with every step he takes.

But you love him anyway. You love your clown.

“Roland, dear,” you giggle, “Remind me again what's my role?”

He pauses, before approaching you. “Mi amor,” Roland reaches out to your hand, kissing it, “You are the lead of this play!”

As he continues to play his role, you are sitting in front of him, on a fancy chair. For Valentine's, you half-expected Roland to join the theatre, however, he was here in front of you— with only you as the audience and apparently the lead as well.

“What do I do?”

“Sit prettily there,” Roland winks, “That's your role.”

“Alright. Do I still get compensated?”

“Hush, the climax of this story is now nearly in full bloom.”

With a crisp spin, Roland turns to face you, the spotlight hitting every nice angle he had. In his hand, a single, beautifully blooming rose.

“Mi amor, my love, my light,” Roland began his monologue, “Though it has been a very long journey and story, here we are, still alive.”

Ah, you realized this scene now. The first proper confession.

Roland walks to you, despite his clownish appearance, he genuinely had a sweet smile on his face. “Damned by those who defy our circumstances; from this day forward, I am yours, as much as you are mine.”

He looks at you, with gentle hands holding your cheek, “What do you say, mi amor?”

In the original story, you ran away out of fear. But you were in a new scenario with him now. Smiling, you dragged him to you with his shirt, “Hmm, sounds missing.”

You wink at Roland, “Ah, I know now.”

Without a warning, you closed the gap in between your lips. Roland eases into you easily; grasping at hands, responding to your move. It's still soft, his lips that make you dream of oceans and theatre plays— it makes you want more.

But Roland pulls away, chuckling, “Well, that certainly wasn't part of the script.”

“You kept missing the cues,” you stuck your tongue out, “I merely filled in the gaps.”

“That's my girl,” Roland praises, “My perfect muse, my perfect actress.”

Comedic, in a way that it's the perfect timing. You leaned further to kiss him more.

“Mm, I still have a few ideas you can add to your script.”

Roland's hand in your hips tightened, mirroring your smile, “Do tell, we should execute it afterwards.”

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚Noctis: Indomitus

Kissing Noctis is wild.

In how he holds you effortlessly in one hand. You grasp where your hands could reach, but you could only breathe in. In how Noctis's voice sends shivers. A melody that echoes so long.

His lips are begging to be with you. It's almost painful.

“[Y/N], [Y/N],” Noctis whines, “Please, let me touch you.”

“We are in a public area, Noctis,” you whisper, aware of his creeping fingers on your pants, “Mmh, it's not just me...”

Your lover was supposed to be a grown man, but who knew his neediness could make him such a needy child?

“Please, please, I promise it won't take long,” He groaned as his fingers rubbed your thighs, “I'll be very quick.”

Sighing, you try to look around you. Making sure that no one else could see, you pulled Noctis closer, lips mere inches away from one another.

“Be quick, okay?”

And you trust Noctis. Kissing him is wild— as if asking to be breathed back to life, he kisses you with such fervor. Never minding touchy hands, it's so hot that you unconsciously opened the buttons on your shirt. Noctis loves hard and harder, the beating of his heart a testament. His tongue on yours, hands everywhere else.

“Thank you,” he cries out, making you throb, “I owe you so much...”

“How about pushing it past my limits today, Noctis?”

Without a word, Noctis slips into you for one more stolen kiss. “You have my word, then, [Y/N].”

Writing this half asleep HAHAHAHAHSHSHA

— starry

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happyandticklish · 1 year

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Dropping the Controversial Tickling Tea~

A list of takes that may be controversial but I no longer care because these issues are argued about far too often not to say anything

It’s okay to have preferences. I feel like we understand this concept on the lee side, but ostracize it on the ler side. If someone doesn’t like being tickled in a certain area, we okay that, but if someone doesn’t like to tickle a certain area, then people become defensive as though it is somehow specifically targeting them. If a ler doesn’t like to tickle feet, understandable! If they exclusively like to tickle feet, ALSO understandable! If a ler doesn’t like to tickle a certain area but the lee loves being tickled there, then that is something to discuss and talk about. Maybe they’re willing to budge on that point, maybe they’re not, but either way, neither side should force the other to do something that makes them uncomfortable.

The SFW and the NSFW community are not always black and white. Some people view tickling as a kink in certain scenarios, and platonic in others, and that’s fine. Some people don’t view tickling as a sexual act, but enjoy when it’s combined with sex because it makes them feel loved. Some people view tickling as romantic, but not necessarily sexual. It is not simply platonic or sexual, it’s a much larger gray area than people give it credit for. It’s okay to view it as completely non-sexual too, as well as to get off on it. That does not mean you have the right to judge other people for the way they enjoy it. We’re all just trying to get along here.

Fictional characters are just that—fictional. If you write a fic where Bakugo kills Deku it does not mean you are advocating murder, you are simply exploring a perspective. If you write a fic where Bakugo holds down Deku and tickles him while he begs for it to stop, that is also, technically, okay. Although non-con is a pretty big no-no in real life, fictional characters are an outlet to express... well, pretty much anything. If you write a fic where Levi is tied up against his will and tickled, that’s your prerogative. So long as you are not genuinely inflicting harm on anyone, that’s fine. I personally am not a huge fan of non-con in fics, but you do you boo. Not to mention, sometimes you just want to write fucked up stories. My Gorillaz fic is hella non-consensual in part one because they have a fucked up relationship and I was exploring what would happen if you combined that idea with something like a tickle kink. It does not mean I support it in real life. Stop criminalizing tumblr users as if these fictional characters are real people.

On that note—non-con is not always bad. I’m not going to get too into this as I’m not the most informed individual on the matter, but CNC does exist, and blends a form of consent and non-consent together, with the victims okaying it upfront and allowing their consent to be overridden later on. So. You know. That exists, so non-con can even be ethical IRL in certain situations.

If you like feet, that’s okay. This one’s pretty simple. Stop kink-shaming people, guys. If you don’t like feet, cool, don’t be a dick to others about it. Hands are grosser bacteria wise than feet anyway.

Aging up fictional characters is not morally wrong. This goes back to the fictional characters rule. Sometimes it’s just to explore a different perspective, sometimes it’s because the show freezes with them at like 16 or something so you’ll never have a chance to write about them in an adult context. Again, fictional characters, not real, we could argue the ethics of it all day long, but at the end of the day no IRL minors/adults are being harmed.

You can be an older person writing fanfiction in the tickle community. I’m using the term older broadly to mean anyone between 25-60+ because often it is past 25 once tumblr users start being weird about it. Almost all published writers are adults, if anything it makes more sense to be in your thirties and writing fanfiction, tickling related or otherwise. There is no time limit to existing within the community, so do not bully people for this.

On that note, I don’t think minors should be ostracized from the community. I understand that we want to protect the innocence of youth, but at the same time it is highly hypocritical to put those expectations on them. I’ve been scrolling tk fics since I was 8 and have been lurking on tumblr since 12, and definitely took in some content that was more,,,, NSFW in nature. Now, whether that was the healthiest way to exist on the internet or not, I don’t know, but the point is that I did it, as have many other people on here. We did not all wait till we were 18 to make accounts on here.

It is nearly impossible to exclude minors from the kink side of the community. It is both possible and realistic that people will develop a sexuality at an early age, usually around puberty. I don’t think you should be engaging in sex at that age per se, but you are most certainly not blind to the concept. Kinks also tend to develop early on in people, either subconscious or otherwise. For many children, they turn to the internet to try to understand these feelings as they don’t feel like they can confide in their peers. The reality of minors on the internet being exposed to sexual content is a given. You can put up as many DNI or DNF’s as you want, but at the end of the day there is nothing to stop them from lurking. People can also lie about their age just as easily. I’m not saying minors should be involved in the kink community, I’m just saying that, realistically, they are. Not to mention, the term “minor” goes all the way up to 17. So minor does not always mean 9-12 year old's, and that’s important to remember.

If a content creator is not comfortable with something, don’t push it on them. Like I said, everyone has preferences and if they don’t have theirs listed there’s no real way to help accidentally suggesting a request/commission at some point that makes them uncomfy. The best you can do at that point is respect their opinions and try to think of a different request that they might be more comfortable with. There’s nothing wrong with you for asking it or them for not wanting to do it, so long as both of you are respectful about communicating these things to each other.

Please, please, please do not be forcing tickling on real life people if they hate it. Fictional characters is one thing, but real people have real feelings and needs that can be seriously hurt if you push their boundaries. This does not apply to playful pokes, a gently tasing someone from behind as that all falls under general friendly rough-housing with friends. But, if a person tells you that they don’t like tickling, do not force it on them. Being tickled is an unbelievably vulnerable situation and it can be traumatizing if you are forced to endure it. Hence why so many adults hate it due to older siblings when they were younger. This falls in with the unspoken don’t be a dick to people rule.

Recognize the validity of switches. Switches are versatile, yes (I would know, being one ;)), however, they they are not merely puppets to fill whichever role you need them to. If a switch is in a lee mood, do not try to force them into the opposite position, or vice versa. They have no obligation to fit specifically the mood you’re in; they’re people too.

Finally, the Tickle Community is varied! In general, we tend to lump everyone into one large group all centered around one interest—tickling. However, the community is comprised of a variety of different subsets that do not all fit together evenly. There’s people who enjoy it in a fictional sense, people who enjoy it IRL, people who like both, the SFW and NSFW sides of the community, and a million other distinctive groups. It is not fair to try to expect everyone to bend to your particular beliefs around tickling, as we are all just trying to enjoy it in our way.

#tickling #important #there are probably more of these but these are the ones that ive seen the biggest issues crop up with #some of these are pretty obvious but i am willing to discuss (calmy) the points made here if anyone is confused

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kangen-wanshi · 1 year

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Talking About Other Constructs ft Roland: Flambeau, Lee: Entropy

What sort of reaction will they give if you keep praising other construct in front of him?

Tags: Separate, jealousy, comfort/fluff

A/N: I keep writing Roland Flamingo I don't know why

Roland Flambeau, He Doesn't Get Jealous (lies)

Roland puts on front, fairly obvious about it yet he still seems subtle in doing so.

Others would just think he's being, well, him. But more annoying.

But of course after spending so long by his side, knowing every bit about how his 'act' works, it's not difficult for you to figure out that he, possibly, is jealous.

Obviously enough, he feels and has explicitly expressed that he's better than every other construct Babylonia has to offer, including the Strike Hawks that keep clinging to you, and Gray Raven that seems to never leave you alone.

And then there's Camu.

Camu, just like him, is a Transcendent. He believes that he can overpowered him easily, but when you came back and told him about the scouting mission with Camu where he's just so helpful in fighting enemies in places with intense virus density,

His guts are twisted.

He'd laugh at you even needing Camu's help, at Gray Raven's incompetent that they have to use the help of someone like him, and maybe at you being absolutely smitten over Camu's strength.

Okay, he's jealous. You get it.

Naturally you laugh it off and brush his mean comments aside, but Roland is persistent and petty, so he'll keep pestering you with mean words until he's satisfied.

When you've had enough with his 'teasing', before you can snap at him, he'd grab your hand, pull you towards him with one hand right on your lower back, while the other firmly grips your chin, forcing you to look at his grin and heterochromic eyes.

"Next time, let me execute your command in battle. I'd like to see your own competency. And besides, with me by your side, following your every word, you wouldn't need those pesky birds and insects trying to woo you away from me."

Lee Entropy, Improving Himself

Lee being competitive is normal.

Especially against Chrome.

At surface honestly it seems normal: Him pestering the leader of Strike Hawk, convincing him that you're fine and that his assistance is more than enough.

But Chrome, obviously, insists on helping you and Gray Raven to finish the task at hand. Your smile and acceptance at the Strike Hawk's leader honestly doesn't help with his boiling heart.

That sort of scenario repeats every other day. But at the end of the passive aggressive interaction he's had with Chrome, he knows that he'll be the one who will always stay by your side in the Gray Raven team.

So generally speaking, even if you praise or talk about other constructs to him, he'd simply go silent and nod along. (Would probably scoff if it's Kamui or Chrome specifically).

It's less likely that Lee will get jealous. Instead, he'd probably think that he doesn't give you his best yet.

On a mission where you're forced to separate from him, and end up needing to be saved by another team. Or whenever you overworked yourself without telling him for whatever reason, and instead you went on to ask other constructs.

He'd feel like he's not enough. And that sometimes takes the words out of his M.I.N.D and made him quiet for a long while.

When it reached this stage, you'd have to confront him yourself that he's more than enough. For Gray Raven, for Murray, for you, and for himself.

Hold his hand, reassure him with your words. And perhaps if you're lucky and he allows it, hug him.

He'd rest his head on your shoulder and stay there for a bit. Appreciating you and himself, and creating various possibilities in his M.I.N.D about how he could improve himself for you.

Yes you did say he's enough, but Lee is not himself if he's not constantly trying to be the better version of himself.

And honestly, it feeds his ego whenever he manages to flex his capability to you.

"I'm sorry that I couldn't have done better previously, Commandant. Please let me stay by your side and compensate for the mistakes I've made, and let me improve myself further, by being next fo you, for you."

#x reader #reader insert #les does writing #pgr #pgr imagines #pgr x reader #punishing gray raven #punishing gray raven x reader #pgr roland x reader #pgr lee x reader #roland x reader #lee x reader

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< Ghost Visit >

[Lee! Felix]

[Ler! Ghost]

👻 (I hope you enjoy! Lmk if it’s okay because I absolutely adore this trope/scenario!! ^^)

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Felix was getting ready for bed after chatting with the members as usual. They were still laughing loudly in the main room by the time Lix had left for bed. His room, in the far corner of the home, was medium sized and had some sweet aspects to it. His calming gray-blue walls, his gaming setup, his king sized bed all to himself.. it was nice.

Felix stepped inside and closed the door, locking it to change into some comfier sleepwear. He stood in the middle of his room and stretched his arms above his head, attempting to pop his back in the process. He had always struggled with that, if only Minho or Changbin were there to help him.. but he wasn’t about to go bother them in their rooms. He knew especially not to wake Minho hyung.

“Ow..” Felix whispered as he rubbed at the bottom of his back. He walked over to his bed that was up against the wall and tucked himself under his soft blue covers, resting his head atop the pile of pillows behind him.

He couldn’t sleep to sleep too well this night. He got in bed around 11pm and it was almost 1 in the morning already. Against what everyone says about using technology late at night, he pulled his phone out and began to unlock it. That is… until he saw two faint white eyes at the wall furthest from his bed.

“Wa-!!” Felix yelled as he dropped his phone in shock. With the phone’s light gone, nothing was visible anymore. He was sure he had to have just been seeing things. He looked at the spot again and saw nothing in the dark, so he got his flashlight out just in case.

Felix threw his phone at the wall.

There stood a tall shadow like form, staring down at Felix’s small figure. It had small white pupils as eyes and a weird curled mouth. It took the form of a slender and tall being, not exactly a physical thing, making Felix wonder if it has the ability to physically hurt him or not. It had long arms with claw-like nails at the end, and seemed to have some sort of smoke pouring out of its body.

It would be an understatement to say Lix wasn’t petrified, his bones frozen in place. His mouth was agape yet no noise came from it. With crazed eyes, Felix stared at the creature that somehow inhabited his space.

Then it widened its eyes and tilted its head.

Felix screamed and immediately hid himself under his covers. He knew deep down that a thick layer of blanket wouldn’t save him from anything, but he had nowhere else to go. He was trembling all over as he firmly held the covers above his head.

He felt a slight pressure on the edge of his bed, as if something had sat on it.

“Please” Lix begged to nobody in particular.

The being seemed to be trying to rip the covers off of him. It wasn’t doing very well, or maybe it just wasn’t very strong, Felix hoped. After about a minute of it’s tugging and Felix’s frantic breathing, the thing stopped. That’s when shadows and clouds of black smoke began to run under the covers.

Felix yelled and immediately covered his mouth. He had no idea what this vapor had in store for him, and he didn’t plan on finding out. With a trembling hand he covered his mouth and nose as best as he could.. which wasn’t good enough.

He inhaled the smoke-like substance not long after it went under the covers. But, he didn’t feel pain as he had expected. He felt relaxed. At ease. He could even feel the pain in his back begin to subdue. He remained aware of his actions and what was happening, but was more okay with it.

Until the thing tore the covers completely off of Felix’s bed.

Lix had completely forgotten he had to grip onto the covers. He accidentally let loose because of the smoke and now he was exposed. Damn it!

The thing was towering above his curled up body.

“PLEASE” Felix screamed as he covered his face with his hands. With the calming smoke now gone, he felt as if he could pass out from fear any second.. or the pain in his back.

The thing tilted it’s head, both at Felix’s reaction and at his hand clutching his lower back. Out of curiosity, it grabbed Felix’s hands and pinned them stretched out in front of his body. Not with its hands, but it’s shadow-like cuffs.

They were cold. Cold, but not painful. Although Felix was now petrified at the fact that he only had his legs to protect himself from harm.

“Plehease” He choked on a sob. The thing let out an odd sort of gurgle that Felix would’ve found funny had he not been in the situation he was in.

“Ohoww” Lix whined as he tried to escape the shadow cuffs only for his back to keep working against him.

Which was when the creature placed its long hand and fingers atop it.

“Ah!” Felix yelled as he felt pressure against his back spot. It surprisingly didn’t hurt, but he didn’t want this thing anywhere near him.

“Stop please plehease” he continued to beg the thing as it felt around his lower back. The things hands were long, so long that one of its hands could wrap around Felix’s entire back.

So.. it began to poke and scratch at the tender spot.

“Ah!!” Felix yelled again as he shuffled around on his bed. The scratches were light, sending tingles throughout his body. What the hell was this thing doing?

“Stop! Stohop!!” He pleaded to the figure. It seemed curious about what Felix had felt before that caused him discomfort. It began to rub into the spot and circle it with the tip of its long nail.

“Quihihit!!!” At this point, Felix was still absolutely terrified, but couldn’t help giggle at the weird sensations on his lower back. He tried to bury his mouth into his pillows as a way to not laugh. Lix was squirming around so much while trying to dodge the hand that the thing placed another belt-like shadow across his ribs to keep him still. It was cold again… but now it seemed to move.

*What?!* Felix thought as the belt across his rib cage began to spur into more shadows, billowing across his chest and fluttering onto his neck. Some dug into the spaces between his ribs, and some circled his ears. Needless to say he was done for.

“P- pss- stohop- please!” Felix tried to choke out his pleas between giggles that would gradually turn to laughter if this thing didn’t cut it out soon.

“Ahe heha!” He squealed multiple times as the feather-like shadows shifted across his ears and neck. He scrunched up as much as humanly possible.

“Whahat- ahaha!” Felix yelled in the face of the creature. It seemingly kept taunting him, putting its face mere inches away from Lix’s only for him to scream and then continue laughing. Every time that happened, the creature’s eyes seemed to turn to crescents, looking amused.

*Is it laughing at me?!* Felix thought as the thing continued this pattern. He was getting embarrassed at the fact that this literal shadow creature was accidentally tickling him to death in his own bed. But.. he wasn’t complaining either. It could be worse.

Until the figure disappeared completely.

“Whahat?” Felix heaved out as he immediately sat up in his bed. The scribbles weren’t awful, they were bearable. But he was confused now, and frankly scared of its next appearance. He wondered how long it would take.

3 seconds was his answer.

“AH!” He yelled as electric shocks passed all over his toned stomach, vibrating into every muscle along with fingers taunting at his lower stomach area.

Felix laughed out loud and threw his head back onto the bed as he clutched his stomach as tight as he could. The feelings didn’t subdue one bit. He began slapping at his stomach and trying to wipe at it. Nothing.

“Stohop! Stop stop stop!!!” He pleaded into the air. He was still clutching his stomach and kicking at the bed as his head buried into the pillows. He actually enjoyed couldn’t stand the tickling, it was getting intense now and extremely enjoyable unbearable.

“Hahaha! PleHEASE! Aha!!” Lix said out loud. The intense flutters and scribbles moved up his back and all around his neck and torso. He felt long nails drag across his arms, and two feathers circle his ears. He felt two hands squeezing under each of his ribs and one hand rubbing at his back soothingly. It was a lot.

He was a writhing mess as he slammed his body down onto his bed multiple times to get the feelings off. His smile was bright and fun as he tightened his grip around his torso and buried his head into himself to laugh.

The creature reappeared at the side of his bed with all of his body parts attached. *So it can grow and unattach parts? Shadow parts??* Lix didn’t know how the whole paranormal world worked, and he wasn’t sure if he was too interested in finding out.

The thing looked even more amused than before. It stood there watching Felix be tickled nearly to death, shuffling around in his bed and literally punching at the air as he made fists and laughed loudly. It looked almost endearing.

“It’s soho bad plehehease!!!” Felix said to the figure. It seemed to make a teasing noise as it approached him. Felix’s smile slightly dropped in fear, until he felt a slim hand pat his head a mere two times. It then backed up again, smiled, and shifted the shadows on Felix to his lower body.

“NOHO!” Felix yelled. They were circling his thighs now, squeezing at the skin above his knee. He had fingers scribbling on his knees and across his thighs, as well as tingly sensations down at his feet.

He screamed and tried to wipe at his legs as much as he could, ultimately failing again. The thing let out a laugh, an actual laugh at Felix’s situation.

“Hehelp MEHE!!” Felix begged the being. The thing is.. Lix didn’t look upset. He didn’t look hurt or uncomfortable or sad. So, the being saw no reason to quit.

“AhahaHAHAA!” Felix kept laughing as he was tickled mercilessly. He was violently shaking his head from side to side and trying to kick the feelings off. Tears dropped from his eyes as he continued screaming into the night.

Until he remembered the covers.

The being couldn’t seem to rip them off of Felix, not getting under them unless it used that smoky substance. But if Felix wrapped himself up like a burrito.. there would be no way to get him out.

With the strength he had left, Felix jumped (more like tumbled) off his bed and, laying on the floor, reached out his hand to grab the covers. But before he could wrap himself up, he felt a pressure on his back and sharp nails dig into his ribcage.

He never thought it could tickle so bad. He never thought he was this ticklish. Turns out that some digging and rummaging into his ribcage was enough to get him screaming louder than anyone probably ever had. He shot his hands down his sides and attempted to grab at the figure’s long fingers, failing. Felix shut his eyes tight and scream-laughed into the carpet floor as his sides were scribbled all over. The sensations felt insanely exhilarating. His senses were all heightened and he kept shuffling from side to side as the creature teased him by tickling his right side and then his left.

“Stohop doing thahat!!!” He yelled loudly as the creature chuckled once again and continued his work. Felix was giggling with anticipation every time it didn’t immediately tickle him after stopping. It would completely destroy Lix on one side, then wait and do nothing for a few seconds, only to soon after clash down on his other side. This was followed with many “No! Noho, NO don’t- DON’T!”‘s from Felix as the anticipation made his heart race. It felt so good odd.

The creature disappeared once again, Lix taking this as an invitation to grab his covers. Of course.. he was wrong. The covers began to be lifted off the ground until they were too high for Felix to reach.. unless he jumped.

So he did.

And he was poked every single time until he ultimately fell to the ground in defeat.

“Yohou’re so meean!” Felix whined at the ghostly figure. It simply turned its eyes to crescents once again, amused by its human’s responses. Felix learned to realize the creature wasn’t ill intentioned.. he grew to have fun. He didn’t sense any danger.

And then it left.

“..what?” Felix questioned as he slowly stood up from off the floor. He didn’t feel the being’s presence anymore as he did before.

And it made him a little sad.

Nonetheless, he couldn’t take any more of it. He was tired, his face was tear-stained, and his hair was a mess. He was hesitant to raise his arms and fix it, choosing to just do it tomorrow. Lix paced his room in hopes of seeing the being again, with no luck. But he was happy.

He was definitely tired enough to sleep now. Although he was still confused.. how had his back not hurt at all during that entire ordeal? How isn’t it hurting now?

He rubbed at it and felt a slight tinge of pain, much less than he had previously. He silently smiled to himself as he got on his bed and under his blankets once again.

He slept really good that night.. especially after a soft hand rubbed and tickled at his back until he fell asleep.

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🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 I love the sweet paranormal this is basically just me projecting I need to be Felix I want to have a sweet teasy ghostly friend oh my goodnesssss I LOVE IT

#tword community #tword post #tword blog #sfw twords #tword skz #skz tickle #kpop tickle #straykids tickle #stray kids tickle #stray kids fluff #tickle community #sfw tickling community #kpop tickle fic #tickle fluff #tickle fic #paranormal tickle #Lee Felix #ler ghost #ler paranormal

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btsxmalereaders · 2 years

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When it rains in your heart, I'll take you with me.

♡ pairing — lee minho x male reader

> genre — fluff | angst

> word count — 708

> summary — it's been a bad day and it starts to rain, but fortunately minho is there for you.

> a/n — hi. it's been a while but i'll hopefully keep up the next weeks and my writer's block will end. i miss tumblr and you guys a lot. hope you like this :-)

☆ Masterlist

"Hey, wait, you're walking too fast!" Minho manages to say in one last breath before taking a big gulp of air and resting a bit, his hands resting on his knees and his back hunched over, catching a glimpse out of the corner of his eye that you follow at a hurried pace, oblivious to his request.

When you are a few meters away, he sighs and hurries to keep up with you, noticing that the sky is a little grayer than it was a few minutes ago and feeling a slight breeze on his face. "Come on, ____, could you calm down a bit? You look so upset that you look like you're walking around with a gray cloud over your head, do your emotions control the weather, perchance?" Minho tries to joke to at least get a smile out of you, but since you're still scowling and your hands forming fists, that's when he feels worried.

"____, honey, what's going on?" He pleads, grabbing you by your wrist, in an attempt to stop you. He, at first, thought you were just tired and desperate to get home, but he now notices the tears and your eyes and reddened cheeks. "Prince, please tell me something, why are you crying?"

You finally stop walking and take a deep breath, wanting to feel calm and stop you from crying, but your breath is shaky and it only provokes you to cry out even more. Minho doesn't hesitate to give you a hug, his left hand on your back and his right hand over your head as he holds you close to his body, your head resting on his shoulder. The breeze now has become a light rain.

Minho is careful, he caresses your back and lets you cry, feeling confused but not asking questions until you're ready to talk it out, even when he's worried sick. His mind starts imagining scenarios of what could've happened while you were taking your classes, but he has no idea, he just wants you to feel comfortable and safe.

The rain starts pouring hard as the minutes pass by, so he immediately grabs his backpack and places it over your heads, "Baby, let's go home, okay? I don't want you to get sick."

You nod and start walking right next to him, almost running to the crowded bus stop, but he makes sure you are feeling okay. He kisses the top of your head occasionally and once you're finally on the bus, he takes out a small towel from his backpack and helps you get your hair and face dry.

After a few minutes, you both arrive home, so he grabs your hand and run to the entrance, getting even more soaked, so the minute he gets to open the door he looks up for towels, wrapping you with them and not even caring he's soaked and dripping.

"Take off your shoes and let's go to our bedroom." He softly says as he sees you trembling. His heart aches when he sees your red eyes and a small pout on your face. "Come on, baby, I'll get you dry clothes."

Once you're in the room, you both slyly take off your clothes. Minho immediately takes your favorite pajamas from the closet and places them on the edge of the bed. You dry with the towel he just gave you and put on your clothes as Minho does the same afterwards.

It starts thundering and he knows it scares you a bit, so he doesn't hesitate to give you a tight hug and whisper sweet things to your ear.

"Wanna get into bed?" He asks as your breath and body is becoming heavier.

"Yes, please." You whisper and lay down, grabbing the blankets to cover you both.

"Alright, do you want to talk? Wanna watch something?" He asks, staring into your glazy eyes.

"No, I just... wanna sleep a bit. Is that okay?" You mumble, making him smile.

Minho presses a kiss on your forehead, "Of course, my prince. Let's sleep."

You close your eyes, not hearing anything but your boyfriend's heartbeat and calm breath, feeling safe in his warm embrace, feeling loved and happy to know there's not a thing he wouldn't do for you.

#kpop x male reader #skz x male reader #stray kids x male reader #stray kids x reader #skz #kpop x reader #lee minho x male reader #skz male reader #skz fluff #lee know x male reader #skz lee know #lee know x reader

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felixravinstills · 19 hours

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other things that snow and john gaius have in common:

fell in love with a girl named after a girl who died mysteriously in a poem (annabel lee, anyone) and then screwed it up

would definitely make "in this economy?" jokes

I feel like it’s not an exact fit, but there’s some parallel to be drawn between John-Augustine-Mercymorn and Coriolanus-Sejanus-Lucy Gray. Something about pushing people away the people who love you through lies.

Both of them knowing better than others about how systems oppress people but still choosing to support the Capitol/create an empire and impose the same hardships they endured (and even worse) on others

Snow continuing The Hunger Games long after the First Rebellion (on so many children who were born after that war) and John’s millennia long vendetta

I truly do believe (and I’m pretty sure I’ve mentioned this before) but The Locked Tomb’s whole love changes you for better or worse (it’s finished, it’s done. You can’t take loved away.) theme goes really well with tbosas. I’m genuinely surprised more people don’t try to draw more parallels between the two, but also idk how much overlap there is between the fandoms.

(Sometimes, I entertain a tbosas necro/cav au… it’s not at all fleshed out, and I play with different scenarios that aren’t fixed. It’s also predictably Ravinstill forward)

#fun fact abt me is that “can ever dissever my soul from the soul of the beautiful Annabel Lee lives rent free in my head…#like the sound of it was engraved into my head in middle school English #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #abyssal stuff #abyssal rambles #ask response #coryo #tbosas #the hunger games #thg series #coriolanus snow #the locked tomb #john gaius #tbosas and tlt #lucy gray baird #sejanus plinth

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star-my · 8 months

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Teaser: Vixen

Godmother: Vixen will be released for Jimin's birthday weekend!

Rating: M/18+ (MDNI)

Tags: Jimin x OFC, Mafia AU/ Gang AU, CEO AU, Stray Kids make several appearances, TXT cameos, Smut (Oral (M + F receiving), Fingering, PiV intercourse, Missionary, Loss of Virginity, Aftercare)

TW: Human Trafficking (not by BTS members), Light Violence, Light Medical Issues (a side character has a heart attack but recovers)

Total Word Count: 20k

Part One: 5.7k (Friday, October 13)

Part Two: 8.4k (Saturday, October 14)

Part Three: 6k (Sunday, October 15)

Teaser under the cut (0.6k)

A woman all in black walked purposefully into the old warehouse. Several men and a few women were working busily in the large space, barely looking up at the click of her heels.

The door to the private rooms built into the warehouse swung open with the slight squeak of a hinge needing oil.

Gold eyes scanned over its occupants.

“Where’s Hyunjin?”

“He’s restocking the medical room since he got his new supplies,” answered a man with vermilion hair, stretching from his slump over a computer.

“Thanks, Chan.”

A tall man with long black hair popped out of a side room. “You called, Boss?”

The woman nodded shortly, clapping her hands for attention. “You all know that since Park Wonshik died, Bangtan’s been targeted. Well, the head of Bangtan had a brilliant idea to partner with the Grays, business-level and gang-level, through marriage.

“The head of Gray’s daughter is marrying Park Jimin on Saturday. The other mafia will find out tomorrow. With Bangtan and Gray united, the mafia looking to take over Bangtan may set their sights on smaller game, so we need to be prepared for any backlash against us.

“Minho, you figure out if the others are planning to attack anyone. Hyunjin, find out how much Bangtan has on Stray Kids. Everyone else, get ready for an attack, worst-case scenario.”

“Yes, ma’am!” saluted the eight men in unison. They turned to their tasks, leaving Chan to approach the woman.

“Vix, you sure about this?”

Vixen’s blood-red lips curved in a smile. “Don’t worry, Channie. I have everything under control and I have plans for every variable, just like oppa taught me.”

Chan sighed. “Alright, then. I trust you, Vix.”

“Boss, here’s the file on Shin Ara you wanted.”

“Thanks, Hoseok.”

Jimin took the file and flipped through it.

Good grades, though they slipped the year her mother Aeri died; friendly but only had a handful of close friends- four girls she met in college, four of her father’s employees, and one ex-boyfriend, Lee Minho, whom she was still friendly with. Graduated high school and college with honours, has an arts degree in photography, and had recently purchased a building on the edge of downtown Seoul for a gallery.

Who are you, Shin Ara? Why did you so readily agree to marry a stranger?

Jimin mulled over the possibilities, staring at her picture on the screen before him.

Another knock on the door roused him. “Sir, it’s time for your suit fitting.”

“...You may kiss the bride,” announced Seokjin.

Jimin carefully lifted the veil over Ara’s reddish-brown hair, careful not to mess up her hairdo, and met her eyes with a smile he hoped wasn’t too eager.

Her eyes locked on his, a hint of a smile in their mahogany depths. He smiled back, placing his hand on her cheek, his thumb cupping her jaw. The steady beat of her heart pounded under his thumb as he dipped her slightly, the crowd cheering in celebration.

With a wink at her surprised glance, he swept his thumb over her lips, pressing his own to his thumb.

Seokjin gave him a minuscule nod that he caught out of the corner of his eye. No one else appeared to have caught the faux-kiss, thankfully.

Jimin really didn’t want to have to explain to his teasing brothers that the big, bad mafia boss didn’t want to scare his new bride away.

Sihyeon straightened the train of Ara’s Alexander Wang dress and handed her the bouquet of pink ranunculus. Jimin extended his arm, Ara looped hers through his, and they swept down the aisle.

Jungok caught his eye on the way by, “Don’t forget your promise,” he mouthed.

The promise, in Jimin’s copy of the contract– Jungok’s only stipulation.

Do not let Ara find out that you or I are in the mafia.

Taglist: open | @otome-wandering, @bangtan-famiglia-net ...

#star scribbles #group: bts #member: pjm #type: text #fic: vixen #series: godmother #genre: mafia #trope: arranged marriage #trope: secret identity #Bts ff #jimin x oc #bts smut #bangtanfamiglianet #length: 0.5-1k #author: star-my

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[ jesse lee soffer | he/him ] Another face is seeking safety in New Orleans. Make sure to welcome JAMIE GLENN to the home of the resilient. Rumor has it that they are an 29/30 year old VAMPIRE, who is one of the SURVIVORS but we’ll keep that a secret. They are said to be GUILT-RIDDEN, but that’s all a façade to cover up their GIVING nature. We’ve heard that they can be found listening to TURN THE LIGHTS BACK ON by BILLY JOEL, which sums them up pretty well. Let’s hope that they can find a way to survive this harsh new world.

basics

full name : jamison ' jamie' glenn

nicknames : james (only to his family), jamie

age : 29 ( 29 physically )

birthday/zodiac : june 18th / gemini

gender/pronouns : cis man / he/him

sexual orientation : straight

species : baby vampire

occupation : former nypd officer, recently transferred to NOLA

family : michael glenn (father), calista glenn (mother), briar sanderson (twin), aspen glenn (younger sister - wc)

languages : english, asl, french

personality

bad habits … . closing himself off from others both emotionally and physically, going quiet, probably drinking too much

hobbies … . finding out who the bad guy in a scenario is

fears … . becoming a monster, losing his wife for good

alignment : chaotic neutral

behind the mask

face claim … . jesse lee soffer

height … . 5ft 10 ½

hair color … . brown (slightly graying)

eye color … . greenish-blue

scars … . physically? none

about

As someone who's family have been cops for generations, it only felt right that Jamie's career had a set path from the moment he was born. His father was one, as was his grandmother, and so and so on.

The best part of the academy and graduating was being a part of the NYPD, something he viewed in awe even as a little kid being taken there by his father on a 'bring your kid to work' kind of day.

Though there was things that he wished he could change, he worked hard to be one of the 'good guys' - to do what was right even if it meant going against what he was trained to do

While it didn't look like it, the moment he set his eyes on Audrey was the moment he went head over heels for her. HE would awkwardly follow her around, try to be discreet, do anything to make her laugh - even at his own expense

And to those who knew him as the impenetrable steel wall were even taken aback by the little things he'd do for her - even if he didn't show it visibly.

And then finally he achieved his goal, he managed to watch her walk down the isle and he almost cried - almost being the key word. While some would view him as emotionless he knew she understood him - at least that's he'd like to hope.

Things were going well for them, they were happy and his job was going well. That was, until, he found himself caught off guard by a stray bullet - having jumped in the way of a random woman - later turning out to be a certain Sylvia Chu.

He wasn't sure for her reasoning for turning him but the next thing he knew he was awake in her apartment, a new ring on his finger and forced into a life that completely exploded his already perfect life

And he wasn't sure where he went wrong. Maybe it was the fact that he had Sylvia over to secretly help him and give him lessons on how to be a decent member of society now that he wasn't human or the fact that he had another ring on his finger but one day Audrey was there and then the next she disappeared

He spent days searching for her, probably longer than he should've, until he managed to get the information that she had moved - though her location had been withheld from him. Isolating himself further, his sergeant either took pity on him or was trying to throw him a bone but he found himself in NOLA - completely unaware of Audrey being here as well

So, yeah, he's a wife loving tsundere who just wants to stop all the misunderstandings and to fix any wrongs he's committed

#exitium.intro #intro ; jamie #jamie

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mickeytheticklee · 9 months

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YES (a lil Gina Porter drabble)

Pairing: ler!Gina Porter x Lee!Reader

Summary: You accidentally wearing Gina's crop top to school

Warning: Tickling, mouth tickling, this shit is short y'all, my writing is BAD

An: Been on my HSMTMTS brainrot

It's been almost a full hour of you and Gina working on the project together. You both were focused on completing it, although neither of you can understand a damn thing.

“Do you know the answer for number two?", Gina asks, hoping her her prayers work so she can finish this assignment. Bad thing was you were struggling with the same question. “No, I'm on that question.", You say, your eyes glued to the paper, erasing the last few mistakes of the problem. You both thought being paired for this project would be good because of the cute study dates at Gina's house, yet both of you suck terribly at math. Gina sighs, even though it's always a dream come true that her secret date can come over without suspicion from her mother. Luckily Gina had a backup plan for in case this scenario happens.

“I'll text Kourt or Ashlyn if they have the answers.", Gina says, grabbing her phone from her back pocket. You took a brain break from the amount of math you had to learn in a day. Gina did too, looking at you with a tired look but a lovely smile. Looking back at her you adore her beautiful brown eyes, feeling sentimental at the promise ring you gifted her on Christmas. Feeling distracted upon Gina's polished nails you didn't hear her question.

“Are you wearing my shirt?", Gina asks, causing a flushed look upon your face. You thought she couldn't notice by the baggy gray sweatshirt you stole from EJ. But still the purple collar from the pink crop top was visible to Gina. “Oh...yea, you left it at my house last week and I ran out of laundry so I stole it.", You say, feeling happy but nervous. It was true you were too lazy to do any laundry but sometimes you loved the feeling of Gina's clothing. Her scent and her warmth were still connected to the shirt. When Gina leaves away from her acting gigs you cling onto her accessories, feeling apart of Gina when you miss her.

“Are you okay with that? Do you want me to take it off?", You ask, trying to take off your sweatshirt as if you had a spare shirt to change in. The pink crop top was one of Gina's favorites, she's been on a search for days trying to find it. All for it to end up being worn by her girlfriend who mostly wears baggy clothing. “No, it's okay. You can keep it on for now. But...", Gina says, pausing with a smile. You weren't catching on to her giddy smile and excited hands playing with yours.

“But what?", You ask so innocently. Gina smile has on a smile, holding in her question wondering what response you'll have. But from the big ass grin you had and not recognizing Gina's hands were close to your thigh she knows you'll be quite oblivious to her trap.

“Would you mind...taking off your sweatshirt?", Gina asks. You did as you were told and took it off, with Gina's help. Because of Gina's more feminine fashion sense you rarely borrow her clothes. Yet if you took a deep dive in her closet you can see five of your sweatshirt hung up and ironed. You felt a chill from your lower back after taking it off. You felt as if a part of you was stripped away as you usually don't sport the crop top fashion. You sit up awkwardly, feeling insecure about wanting to rock a shorter, and tighter shirt.

“Hey, you look like a rockstar in my shirt okay? I love it, and I love you.", Gina says, reassuring you of all your insecurities. Feeling comfortable in your skin you lean in to kiss Gina. You stop a few times before Gina closed in to create a delicate kiss. Leaning back you felt her touch wriggle around your sides, feeling a small probe. It was ignorable after the first few, but Gina relentlessly went harder to get a reaction out of you.

“GINA! GINAHEHEH!!", You say, giggling thru the kiss. You tried to take her naughty hands away but she fought back harder, and deeper against your side and hips. You tug from her but you felt her weight on you, continuing to attack you with tickles. “IT TICKLESHEHEHE!!", You say, laughing out loud with speaky fits of laughter.

“Yea you don't say.", Gina says, teasing you,“Honestly I didn't know how ticklish you were until now." She teases you as if she isn't tickling you almost everyday. It's a battle to get thru Gina's tickles. Her impeccable strength and quick fingers leave you helpless against her. “SYPPSTOPHAHAGAHA!!", The laugh gets louder, and now you start to understand the truth behind Gina's trickery.

You try to pull down the crop top to cover any piece of skin possible. It was no use, it was stuck on you for good, and exposed all the areas Gina was feasting on. “Aww what's wrong? You can't cover that cute belly?", Gina teases, having you in a smile you can't tame. You tried pulling up your sweatpants but you still felt Gina's pokes. You couldn't escape, especially not with Gina's nice lips on your tummy ready to blow raspberries. “EEEEHAHHAHAHA!!", You say, laughing while your hands turn into fists. They cover around your red face, laughing thru Gina's scribbles.

“I should let you wear my clothes more often. They seem to really fit you.", Gina says, still scribbling your tummy and dipping her finger upon your belly button. You laugh, still not budging against Gina pinning you down. For Gina to complain that sports aren't her thing she sure is strong. “I WON'T WEAR YOUR CROPTOPS HWHHWHE!!", You laugh, swearing you won't make this mistake again (but you will). Gina knows you will if she ever plans on leaving her whole wardrobe at your place again.

“STOPHAHAHHQHQ!!!", You say, laughing at the raspberries and tummy kisses she's giving you. But it all stops once Gina hears a car pull in at her driveway. She decided to go softer upon your tummy so her mother doesn't suspect any funny business.

#sorry for this short ass fic #i was gonna finish but i started crying and now I don't wanna finish it #it's okay I'll make another one #tickling #Gina porter #hsmtmts

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starryficsfinishwen · 10 months

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✧。◟[NSFW] ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ – lee x reader [PGR]

there's an indentation in the shape of you

a.n. - dress by taylor swift got me writing this fic first before I should even start writing the first ones I planned LOL + Lee's Eng VA got me feeling things. also not edited yet, I will edit it when I get back 🙏

pairing - lee x f!commandant (allusions that he's using the hyperreal frame, but you're free to imagine which lee this is)

words - 7,055 words (this idea was supposed to be a drabble. pls don't ask kek)

TRIGGER WARNING - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. MAJOR SMUT AHEAD: mentioned fingering, cunnilingus (m to f), penetration, dry humping, tit play?? other stuff I can't seem to put my finger on. allusions to virginity loss. dom!lee hyperreal. a bit of a bratty sub!reader. includes jealous lee. degradation (but only in the seggs part) (mentions of slut, whore). a little bit chrome x commandant/reader. slight tipsy characters because wine and alcohol is involved. we get a soft!lee because he is™️. lee and reader gets to have the bed break because he is also a beast rawr ଲ(ⓛ ω ⓛ)ଲ

Everyone thinks the relationship between a construct and their commandant is purely professional; the latter exuding orders to be executed by the former, the war they face, the blood they had and have to shed — all for the sake of survival and success of the mission. In the end, glory and honor await those who return to Babylonia.

However, beyond the exemplary titles and glimmering medals of valor, no one knows what happens behind those walls.

For example — they never saw the way Lee's fingers curled on your thigh.

Babylonia shone its bright lights onto the heroes that successfully reclaimed another place on Earth. To celebrate their arrival, the leaders took initiative to throw a grand party. Not only to celebrate their win, but to also reignite the nearly-doused flames of hope to the remaining humanity, to show that there is still a chance to take back the Earth from the reigns of death.

Cheers still rang throughout the halls of Babylonia, its joy incomparable to the wails down below. Surely, those who are still alive at a time like this couldn't help but join in their charade, at least, before they wake up once more to the sorrowful reality.

The Gray Ravens are no exception. Being one of the elite squad to spearhead the operations with the banner of Babylonia, they were the subject of the grand feast. And that meant the glimmers of tonight awaited their victorious presence.

“I don't- ah!” A small squeak escaped your lips, as Lucia finally finished pulling on the flimsy thread on your back.

Gasping, Liv covered her mouth in awe, rose-colored irises twinkling as she looked at you, “Commandant, you look so pretty.”

Laughing awkwardly, you slightly nodded to your construct, “really? It feels...awkward though.”

“Liv's not lying,” a soft assurance came from your team leader, Lucia, a grin reflecting on her face, “you look really pretty today, commandant.”

Gently tugging your figure to the nearest mirror, Lucia and Liv revealed your outfit tonight. Mirrors were supposed to reflect what one should see, yet, your own eyes wouldn't believe what was in front of you:

A cream-colored silk dress with a sweetheart neckline, the end of the gown reaching the floor, that hugged your curves all too well. Your usual tied hair was freely cascading your bare back, strands tickling wherever they could reach. You noticed your skin was sparkling even; you were well-aware of the vigorous training and all the other unfortunate scenarios that you and your team went through, yet, your body seemed like it knew no fatigue or stress at all.

“Ayla volunteered to help you look perfect tonight,” Liv pipped, “I think you noticed it when she was scrubbing your body earlier.”

“That was her?” It explained the intense scratching on your skin while you were in the bath, one that your constructs insisted on doing.

The three of you laughed. You couldn't help but marvel at your own constructs as well — Lucia wearing a dazzling carmine gown that reflected her Plume frame, and Liv with her luminous bubblegum cocktail dress mirroring her Eclipse one. A small sense of pride that intertwined with your joy bubbled in your chest, you were glad they were around as your friends instead of just ordinary constructs that only know of staying in the battlefield.

A knock on the door interrupted your moment with your teammates. Liv quickly ran to the door. “It must be Lee!”

A mention of his name made your heart skip a beat. It wasn't supposed to be like that — the relationship between a construct and a commandant is strictly professional. Deep down, you knew your feelings for him are far from that; you saw Lee more than just a teammate or a best friend. But to you, you don't even know the depth of his own attraction to you, unless you remember that one time—

Pretending to look away and deciding to create a small talk with Lucia, your eyes betrayed you as it caught a glimpse of Lee's figure emerging from the front door.

“Are you excited for tonight, Commandant?” Lucia asked.

“A bit. I feel like it's different facing a crowd for a party than facing the corrupted.”

“I agree with you,” she hummed, “but I think it'll be alright, we are all here together rather than fighting at different places all at once, right?”

Once more, your heart skipped. You looked over the mirror, to see cerulean eyes staring at you: an unreadable emotion written on his face.

“Ah, other than that, we have respective partners for tonight anyways. Are you excited to have Lee accompany you, Commandant?”

Another mention of his name. Paired with Lee's lingering gaze on you made you feel like you've shrunken like a mouse. It made your heart beat even faster, that you stumbled on your words.

“I think Chrome will be an excellent pair.”

A pin-drop silence entered the room. Your attention flickered to the reflection of the mirror, where a downcast expression was rewritten on Lee's face.

“You mean Chrome is your partner for tonight?”

Curse your carelessness. You hadn't even asked Chrome in reality; you were just running away from Lee and that unfortunate time—

—Liv hurriedly came back into the lounge. Noticing the air of gloominess, Liv opened her mouth, before hiccuping into a squeal.

“A-ah, guys! I think we should be going now...the party will be starting soon!”

You took that as a cue to turn and face your team members. Taking Lucia's hand, you trudged up to Lee and Liv. You made a mistake in looking at the construct you've been ignoring ever since you came back to Babylonia: the navy blue suit that was carefully ironed, and the smell of musk that flooded your senses. And you wished you hadn't looked up instead when you met his gaze.

Cerulean eyes stared down at you, and the initial fear of shrinking into a mouse returned to you. Looking away, you noticed a small bouquet of roses behind Lee's back, making your heart ache for no reason.

“Commandant.”

Lee's voice matured through the months you've been together. This time, his usual calculative tone melted, and instead, a softer yet rough baritone tone escaped his lips.

He held out his free hand. White gloves instead of the rough ones you've always seen were in his hands instead. “Commandant, good evening.”

“Good-” your voice cracked, making you cringe, “-good evening, Lee.”

You instinctively took the hand that was for you, but Lee was faster, the bouquet of fresh roses and baby's breath already in front of you.

“This is for you.”

No words came out of your blanked out mind. Lee finished the sentence for you, opting to give the bouquet to you without even touching his hand.

“I initially thought I'd be the one to accompany you tonight, but I suppose Captain Chrome already took that place. I'm sure his bouquet is much better than mine, then I suppose I should leave this here?”

Bastard.

A new sense of embarrassment erupted in your face that covered the butterflies that charred in your stomach.

He certainly was about to make that night memorable, wasn't he?

Golden lights poured all over the grandiose auditorium. People and constructs wearing ballgowns, dresses, and suits flocked underneath the glinting chandelier, its rainbow lights reflecting on the tiled floors. The faint smell of food and the clanking of glass filled the entire room, creating an ambiance that was sure to be remembered.

At that moment, confused gray eyes stared at your awkward figure.

“You want...me to be your partner?”

As soon as you entered the room, you had successfully evaded Lee and quickly found Chrome. You tried to keep things short and concise, just to let the captain of Strike Hawk agree to your proposal.

“Just for tonight.” You hushed your tone, frantically looking around to see if someone was eavesdropping on your conversation, “please, Chrome. I'll give you the cleaning robots you want for the whole month.”

“There's no need for that, Commandant. You already know that I'd do whatever you'd ask me to do, but I just don't get why? Isn't Lee around?”

A helpless sigh escaped your lips, to which the captain saw. Before you could speak, the expression on his face changed when he looked up, then looked back at you.

“Is this about Le-”

“-I know, I know, I'm a coward.” You deeply sighed once more, face covered by your hands, “I'm an idiot.”

Fortunately for you, Chrome knows about your dilemma – your infatuation for the man in your team. Giving you an assuring pat on your shoulder, Chrome lightly laughed.

“I see, I understand. I will be your partner for tonight then, Commandant. However, you should already know that you really need to talk to him about what happened before more misunderstandings would happen.”

You breathed out in pure relief. “I will, maybe not now. I still need time...”

Chrome held out your hand and whisked you away into the crowd. “I hope you do it sooner,” Chrome's voice cracked, “Lee looks like he's ready to assault me when I'm asleep.”

By the time Chrome led you to the dancefloor, you realized something: enjoying the party was a complete understatement. The laughter rang in your ears as the food you ate filled your stomach. Fruity gossip — especially those about Hassen and Nikola — reached your ears, paired with the ever-growing amounts of wine you've consumed over the last hour. Or was it last few hours ago?

“Commandant,” in your drunken state, you still managed to hear the worry in Chrome's voice, “I think you should put the glass down...you drank too much.”

You shook your head, refusing to give your glass into the gentle pull of his hand, “I'm fine, I'm not drunk. Let me have one more...”

While earlier, you were worried about Lee and *that* particular disturbance in your mind, you were already dancing with the lights in your vision to care about those trivial matters; after all, the wine was too sweet to whisk you away from everything.

“Ah, Commandant, please.” Chrome's voice shook with uncertainty, “Lee is-”

“-Lee this, Lee that!” You exasperatedly groaned, pouting as you downed on the nth glass for the night, “To hell with him! You're my partner; just come on and dance with me!”

The captain couldn't stop you, as you excitingly dragged him by his necktie to the dancefloor, the crowd around you cheering. Yet the loudness couldn't even drown out your laughter, as you drunkenly danced around your 'partner'. The alcohol had long fogged your head, but you weren't blind to the way Chrome's intense gaze was on you the whole time. You felt his hands around you, from your shoulders to your waist.

As the music played a sensual bass, your eyes opened to look around. Dim lights, a shadow overhead of the chandelier's outline, the sea of people on the dancefloor. Songs of praises about how tomorrow was another day for heroes to save the future, words of congratulations that only passed through your ears. Amongst the beat of the music playing in the background, your heart was playing a different song — there, you saw the person you'd been ignoring, yet looking for all this time: Lee was laughing and smiling at the ladies that surrounded him.

For a moment, you seemed to have gone sober. Perhaps, this was your punishment; and you deserve that heartbreak. So, you closed your eyes and danced to the unfathomable soundtrack of the night, forever drifting in your drunken stupor.

“How alluring,” you were suddenly aware of how Chrome was already too close from comfort, breathe tickling your ears, “I should have known that you were a mastermind to such things like this.”

His hands bordered around the area of your hips. It tickled you, but you couldn't help but remember Lee's own hands gripping your hips like what happened—

“Commandant,” his voice dropped an octave lower, making your spine shiver, as he brought you even closer to his chest, “why must you be like this?”

Reality and imagination overlapped your consciousness; while someone else held your body, all you could see in that proximity was Lee in his place. Your heart was throbbing now, as your drunken thoughts only made you remember that certain day with Lee.

His breath fluttered in your ear. Wandering hands. A tight space.

All you could do was inhale in that moment, before the breath of fresh air slipped through your lungs.

A momentary shake clouded your already-drunk thoughts. The bright lights in the dim room flickered in your vision before you felt a broad surface collide with your body.

“...enough.” Frankly, you must've been stuck too long in a daydream that you imagined Lee's voice. But then again, it must not be because—

“....Commandant....too much....drink.”

You shook yourself awake. When you returned to your senses, Chrome was in front of you, looking disappointed above you, but not at you. All because Lee was the one behind you, hands gripping your shoulders.

“I've already told her that.” the captain scoffed, “we're only dancing. I'm taking her home already.”

“Right, says the man who was close enough to kiss her.” Lee's cold tone made you shiver your spine. You've never seen him this angry before.

“At least I have the guts to do so, unlike someone who's been a coward.”

Coward. That seemed to sum up yourself. Or the man holding you.

Wait.

“Lee,” you cried out a slur, alcohol coming back to consume you, “enough, Chrome didn't do anything wrong.”

The light of the chandelier blinded his features, making you unsure whether or not you'd seen Lee's face in the darkness. Pulling you away from the light and the crowd, you heard a shift in Lee's whisper, a softer tone, “I'll take you home, Commandant.”

“...wait,” a small whine escaped your lips, before your surroundings blurred into pure darkness, “Lee, hang on...”

Your eyes closed, your sense of hearing faded like your vision, yet you felt a pair of strong arms wrapped around you.

“Lee...my mac and cheese...”

You remember that day.

A mission on Earth. The Gray Ravens were dispatched to help reclaim the piece of land vital to the operation's success. Alongside Strike Hawk, the two squads were sent without a hassle. Things were going very well until you and Lee somehow found yourselves cornered in one of the abandoned buildings.

You never expected yourself to be in that tight situation: a small dresser, with you and Lee stuck inside. You tried to awkwardly make the space comfortable enough still, but all the shifting and turning only made the situation worse.

“Commandant,” Lee breathed out after you tried to move your body, “I think you should stop...”

Sighing, you couldn't help but grow frustrated. “I could, but I think you're the one having trouble here. I don't want you to get back aches when we return to our base.”

“True, but...” he suddenly went silent, causing you to look at him, “this position is rather...”

“We don't have much of a choice then, I'm sorry, Lee. Don't worry; when we get back, I'll-”

Without missing a beat, Lee leaned forward, covering your mouth. Your eyes widened at the intrusion, eyebrows raised.

'There's someone out there'. He mouthed at you, still keeping his hand there.

As you listened to the creeping footsteps — one you identified as a corrupted — a small vibration, akin to a fluttering heartbeat, was heard thrumming alongside yours. You redirected your gaze from the small opening of the dresser, to Lee's focused stare to where you first looked.

A sharp jaw, clear and calculative cerulean irises that were curtained by his bangs, dimpled cheeks, soft-looking lips. You've known all this time that Lee was a handsome man, but have you ever looked at him like this? Have you ever stared at someone in a different light, that you want to kiss them?

“What?”

A startled question brought you back to reality. You caught him staring back at you with a wild, confused, yet curious expression written across his dainty features. You reeled yourself back — did you just say your thoughts out loud?!

“Um-” squeaking, you frantically shook your head, “n-no, I was just-”

Without hesitation, Lee leaned forward, one hand over the aide of your head, the other grasping your chin. In the middle of your hazy thoughts, you read an unfamiliar expression on Lee's face, this time, you could hear both of your hearts beating in sync.

“Pull away when you don't want to, Commandant.”

Sensing no imminent signs of restraint, you could only breathe in the moment Lee closed the gap between the both you.

And God, who would have known, his lips were soft.

Enough to drive you mad, enough to drive you insane. Greed corrupted your rational thoughts, blindingly wrapping your arms around Lee's neck and grasped his hair, as if afraid he'd be dragged away. But he wasn't; instead, he pulled you closer, holding you by your waist.

The only antagonist that appeared in your play was oxygen. Pulling away, a small whine escaped your lips. But it did grant you a sight: Lee's disheveled hair and swollen lips. The fire in your stomach did not disappear; instead, it ignited even more.

“...more.” you muttered through shallow, shaky breaths, “I want...more.”

The taste of him felt trivial, yet it made your appetite appear itself. You wished to be devoured, to succumb to his strength alone — but it didn't seem enough.

Yet, you were afraid to be rejected. However, much to your dilemma, a faint smile appeared amongst the unfamiliar expression on Lee's face.

“As you wish, then.”

Lee hoisted you up to his lap, before closing the gap. Your hunger clashed with his as you kissed him with more fervor, breathing in his mouth, touching wherever your hands could reach.

As you moved in his lap, you suddenly felt something rub down there. Peeking as you gasped for air, you noticed a bulge sitting eagerly on Lee's middle. Experimentally moving upwards, you heard Lee's breathy groan in your ear.

“Commandant...” his tone was a warning, but your hunger was insatiable, opting to thrust yourself in a languid motion.

“Do you,” you held out a shaky inhale, pleasure clouding your senses, “do you like that?”

He grasped your hips, eliciting a small whine from you. “do it properly, Commandant.”

“No.” You grunted, slowly rubbing yourself on him, “you should call me properly when you want me to.”

A low growl came from his lips to your ear, a shiver that went directly down to your aching core. You tried to hold back a low moan, when the grip on your hips tightened even more, before he flawlessly guided you on him.

“Alright then, [Y/N].” He groaned in your ear, making you gasp as he directed you instead, “two can play at this game.”

—

Before you could finish what you've dreamt of, you jolted whenever you were laying on, breathing heavily from the dream's impact.

Coming back to reality, you felt your head throb mercilessly, groaning from the pain. When you opened your eyes, a dark room welcomed you back, with the faint light of day haloing the windows. You also noticed yourself on a bed you've known all this time, the sheets smelling like musk. Confirming that you were still wearing the dress you wore the last time, you were safe to say that nothing bad happened. At least, the decency of the blanket that covered you.

...wait, that wasn't your blanket. Nor was this room.

Panic filled you as you scrambled to get out of the bed with a raging headache, but a familiar voice somehow calmed your nerves.

“Relax, you're in my room.”

Breathing a sigh of relief, you turned to your side to see Lee, still wearing the suit from last night, sitting on a chair beside the bed, a small screwdriver and a little toy in hand. You recognized it as the little robot he had built for you, a stray thought that made you believe he must have finished tinkering with it.

“Lee...”

“There's a hangover drink on the table beside you, along with the mac and cheese you requested.”

The drink was expected. But mac and cheese?

“Um...”

“Before you passed out, you called out to me for your forgotten mac and cheese. And threw a fit when I said no.”

You cringed. Pretending to look away from Lee, you silently took the drink and ate the freshly prepared food with a muttered "thank you". No thoughts — other than the raging headache — could come to mind, except for the tasty food that somehow satiated your hunger. But you were thankful, even though the creeping sense of dread and embarrassment filled your tired body. After finishing the food, you slowly got ready to get out of the bed.

“Well, um, thank you for the meal, I will probably just go back to the party now.”

“The party ended hours ago. You were asleep for eight hours.”

You looked at the bedside table to see the illuminated clock, signaling it was 10:42. You awkwardly chuckled, still avoiding Lee's intense gaze.

“O-oh...well, that's a shame. I guess I'll go back to my office, then. I will be finishing the do-”

“-I finished them for you while you were busy drooling on my bed.”

You contorted your face in disdain. This bastard...

“I guess I also still need to go, I need to talk to Lu-”

“-if you are talking about the favor Lucia asked you, I already did it for you.”

Your mind started to race once more, deciding that the only thing Lee should face was your bare back and not your disappointed face as you finally ran out of excuses. Opting out the last option, you stood from the bed, and sprinted to the door.

“...bye Lee!”

Freedom awaited you. Or you thought so. Because you only came in contact with Lee's chest instead. Looking up, annoyance written across your features, as Lee stared down at you, expresionless.

“I need to go, Lee. Please let me pass.”

“What is the rush, Commandant? I already did all the things I knew you'd use as an excuse.”

“I'm not making excuses!” Liar. Embarrassment and anger flushed your puffed cheeks, “I really need to go!”

“I'll let you go,” enlightenment filled your poor soul, “only when you tell me one thing.”

“Say it.”

“Why are you ignoring me.”

Why are you ignoring Lee? Simple. You didn't want to finish while you're drowning in the fear.

“I refuse to answer.”

“Then I'm not letting you go out.”

“Why do you want to know?” You exasperatedly sigh, glaring at Lee, “I thought you'd stop this charade.”

“Are you telling that to me, or are you telling that to yourself?”

Both of you glared at each other. He may be taller in height, but your pride refused to back down. “To you. I'm already honest.”

“I know you're not. You don't think I don't notice what you've been doing?”

In a sudden motion, Lee grasped your shoulder ever so gently, cerulean irises looking at you softly. “Why are you ignoring me, Commandant?”

“I'm not...”

“or should I call you [Y/N]?”

The way he spoke of your name made you weak in the knees. Flustered, you turned your back on him, approaching the bed.

“I'm not going to talk to you, Lee.”

“Alright, should I enumerate the things you've been doing then?”

You refused to answer.

“You never even look at me ever since we came back from the retrieval operation. Whenever I'm in the room, you always try to leave.”

The moments when you've done what Lee mentioned came to mind. You internally cringed.

“You told Chrome to be your partner, even though we already established that I'll be the one to accompany you, and Chrome didn't even know.”

Memories of last night resurfaced. The amount of wine you've drank, the music, the way Lee held you — no, that wasn't Lee. That wasn't supposed to be...

“Are you ignoring me because you are running away after what happened to us down on Earth?”

“N-no, I-”

“-then why are you running away from me?”

You turned to see Lee already behind you, eyes looking like they were close to tearing up. You couldn't help but feel your heart break into a million pieces, as the cracks of Lee's emotionless façade started to appear across his features.

“Won't you tell me?”

Your heart betrayed you.

“This is purely professional.” You breathed out, “constructs and commandants should not have a romantic relationship with each other. We already listed our names in Death's checklist, and anytime, death would reclaim us in this neverending fight; whether I succumb to the natural death or you succumb to the punishing virus.”

“Your point?”

“I-” you choked on your suddenly overwhelming tears, “I cannot accept what happened to us down there. I can't risk putting our feelings first when our duty calls.”

You looked at him, breathing in your tears, “what if I lose you?”

The dam of unspoken feelings finally broke down. You've put a lot of thought into it; the fear of losing Lee as a lover, as your construct, as your teammate, as your friend. What goes beyond the weapons and glory, you feared what happens when one of you either dies or succumbs to the virus?

With a gentle coo of your name, Lee leaned closer to cup your cheeks, his thumb caressing away the tears that were falling from your eyes.

“We cannot stop that. I know. I have already seen the futures; but should that really be the reason for us to be apart? To simply be my commandant, and I, as your construct?”

You thought it to be the answer. But Lee proved you wrong.

“I can't do that. I don't want us to be just like that. [Y/N], I feel the same; I can't imagine myself without you in this life.”

No words spoken to you other than what Lee told you made you breakdown like this: crumbling into the bed, the overwhelming feelings of the future consuming your thoughts. But Lee, he cradled you into his arms, soft sweet nothing muttered as he kissed the crown of your head.

“I like you. I like you so much that I am afraid to lose you in this life, that I want to be close to you all the time, I don't want you to pick anyone else; I need you. I'll love you all the time, I will keep you safe from everything.”

Kneeling to your crouching frame, he cupped your cheeks with a small smile on his face, “that's why I'll stay alive for you, I love you, [Y/N].”

Your feelings are incomparable to the confession you've heard from Lee. You felt the same; you'd devote yourself to him, you—

“I love you too, Lee.” You confessed, taking the hand on your cheek to your lips for a kiss, a choked sob signifying your truth, “I'll stay alive with you, for as long as we can.”

Without hesitation, Lee leaned forward, a hair's breadth away from your lips.

“I want to kiss you.” Lee muttered, “Pull away when you don't want to, [Y/N].”

This time, you were the one to pull him into the kiss. Fervor and hunger awakened deep inside you once more, devouring whatever Lee could give as he kissed you back deeply, pushing you onto the bed. You taste the wine you drank last night, you inhaled the musk Lee was wearing; everything drowns you in its mere presence.

You could stay like that with Lee forever: tangled in each other's arms, breathing into each other's mouths. But the way his leg slotted in the middle of your hips made you feral; greedily grinding like how you've done to him down on Earth. He fueled your hunger more, bouncing his leg to your rhythm, making you moan onto his lips.

Was it the alcohol making you like this? Or were you getting drunk just from Lee's ministrations?

“You are eager,” Lee chuckled, pulling away, making you whine. He watched you with interested eyes as you tried to get off with only his leg. “I should have known you're like a slut.”

The degradation only made you even more turned on. Pouting, you whined as you tried to pull on his suit. “Take that off and touch me more, please...”

“You think you deserve it, after acting like a brat?”

Without a warning, his fingers found your drenched core, making you whine from sensitivity. He laughed, “already wet, even though you were just grinding on my leg.”

“Lee, please,” you grinded on his hand, back arched, “more...please.”

He leaned in to kiss you, fingers still rubbing your wet panties. Pulling away, he fumbled with the ties on your dress, “I wanted to tear this off of you, but I think I'll spare the fuss of destroying such a pretty dress on you.”

He expertly took off the top part of the dress, exposing your bare breasts. You forgot you didn't even wear a bra, so you tried to hide yourself from Lee's hungry gaze.

“Don't,” you whined as he slapped your pussy, “don't shy away from me now.”

From your lips, he was now devouring the left part of your breast. Temporarily abandoning your soaked core, he played with your other breast. Oh, the way he was playing with you was driving you insane — you were sure you were wetting the bed all from his ministrations.

One hand covering your mouth to suppress your embarrassing noises and the other tugging on Lee's locks, you were desperate for something to fill your neglected hole down there already.

“Stop covering your mouth,” Lee scolded as he rose, a shiver running down your spine, “let me hear you calling for me, [Y/N].”

Effortlessly, he manhandled you to the center of the bed, teasingly looking at you as he slowly unbuttons his suit. Annoyed, you fumbled with unbuttoning his trousers.

“Stop teasing,” you whined, “hurry up, Lee, please.”

Begging was never an option, but desperation clawed at your throat, the knot in your stomach begging to be fulfilled. Lee only chuckled at your situation.

“You're so cute, Commandant, if only they know how much of a needy little whore you are behind these walls.”

Fuck. This bastard knew what he was doing. Kneeling in front of your now-closed legs, he effortlessly pried them open. Taking his precious little time taking your soaking panties off, threads of your essence sticking, you could hear a soft groan from the man.

“God, how are you so wet already, [Y/N]?”

A finger teasingly traced your slit, making your back arch. “L-Lee...”

You made a mistake in looking up; he was already close to your aching pussy, blowing a small breath on it. Your eyes met as he proceeded to kiss your wet core — eliciting a moan from you.

“Fuck.”

One last curse from Lee made your hole flutter around nothing. He smirked in response, “such a pretty little pussy for me to see, hm?”

And with that, he opened his mouth to your pussy. And fuck, indeed. It felt so overwhelmingly good — his mouth sucking on your hole, thumb twiddling with your shaking nub. You couldn't keep your eyes off from Lee's focused expression; you couldn't lie, it felt too fucking good. The way his mouth now moved to suck on your clit, fingers prodding to enter your fluttering core.

“God, fuck, [Y/N], stop squirming. If I can't prep you now, how are you going to take something bigger?”

Your hazy mind blanked out. Bigger? A broken moan came out of your mouth then, when you felt two of his fingers enter your leaking hole. Back arching when he rhythmically fucked you with only his fingers. How was it even possible — to already feel so goddamn full with just two fingers?

“Pretty,” he cooed, looking at your writhing figure, “who would have thought I'd be the only one to see you like this? To see you moaning like a needy slut?”

The knot in your stomach was close to snapping now, Lee could tell in the way you're pathetically moaning his name and how you pulled his hair. In kind, he maintained his pace, coaxing out the orgasm out of you.

“L-Lee, I-”

“Do it, [Y/N].” Lee muttered between your folds, “cum for me.”

With one more broken moan, you came over Lee's mouth, clamping your legs around his head. Lee didn't even flinch — he fucked you through your orgasm.

When you came back from cloud nine, you could make out Lee's figure, haloed by the light from the windows. You felt his hand cupping your cheeks, before leaning down to kiss you. You could taste yourself on his lips; salty, sticky, but it never fazed you.

You opened your eyes to find his own, looking at you with such reverence, that if you hadn't paid attention to your surroundings, that you wouldn't have noticed something hard rubbing on your slit down below. You peered down as Lee fondled your chest, and your eyes widened —

“Lee,” you whimpered, “you're so big...how are you going to fit that in me...?”

A small laugh passed through his lips. Down there, you underestimated the size you initially thought, but never took into consideration what it would have looked like when clothes are off. In response, the tip of his cock, smeared with what seemed to be pre-cum, making you jolt from the pulsating contact.

“You can take it,” he hummed as he leaned to your ear, licking the space underneath it, his breath tickling every part of your ear before lightly biting your earlobe, “if not, then we'll make it fit. You're a good girl, aren't you? You'll take it well, won't you?”

The cockhead was then playing with your swollen clit, and all you could do was to moan in response, hands gripping the sheets tightly, “I-I...I will try.”

“I'll be careful,” Lee kissed your ear, before pecking your lips, “your safe word is zero.”

Gently, he tried to guide his hardened member to your hungry hole. You mewled in pain, as the cockhead came through your folds. God, it stung: how it was already stretching you more than his fingers, but Lee wasn't even halfway through.

“Relax,” he grunted, whispering in your ear, “you should- ah, relax. You're too tense.”

Even so, Lee tried to comfort you, as he tried to push his dick further in, with your moans getting louder. In an attempt to ground you, he gripped you by the hips — before breathing in, and pushed further.

Your pussy spasmed at the intrusion. And all Lee could do was groan in your ear. “[Y/N], you're so warm...so tight. Breathe with me, relax.”

A strangled moan escaped your lips, but Lee closed the gap, just to calm you down. He let you adjust to his length that was now sheathed inside you, but God, it was too warm, too wet, too good inside. If you were going insane with him inside of you, then he's close to losing his mind to ramming you to oblivion.

But like the good man he was, Lee bit back those urges, even as your legs trembled and hooked by his hips.

“I'm going to move now,” he muttered, “I'm- ah, tell me...if you're uncomfortable, use the safeword.”

You might have been drunk over the alcohol, but no wine could compare to the pleasure that was drowning you profusely. Too fucked out to care, Lee began to shallowly thrust into you. There was slight pain as he started to move, but it eventually subsided, paired with his subtle touches on your body here and there. Finally, he bottomed out inside of you.

“Lee,” you babbled, “Lee.”

“I'm here,” he kissed your lips, one hand gripping your thigh, the other on your hips, “are you okay?”

“You feel so good,” you mewled when he thrusted deeply, back arching, “wan' more...I wan' more please.”

Who was he to deny you? Maintaining the pace, he held you by the back of your thighs, raising them to his shoulders. You were completely helpless now — the way he was pressing you onto the mattress, the world spinning around you as he was drilling so goddamn deep onto you. It didn't take long for Lee to find that one spongy spot that made you see beyond the stars in Babylonia.

“Lee-” you cried out his name, breasts bouncing from how he bullied that spot in you, “Morian-”

That made him stop. Looking down to see your fucked out state, he gripped your hips to shake you awake. “what did you call me?”

You froze. A shiver ran down your spine, only making you open your mouth. “Morian...?”

The gears in Lee's mind started to work. So that's what it was like: to be called by someone you love, your real name on their lips. For the very first time after being a construct, Lee felt human. Very human, that the proof was right there in front of him, being one with him. It drove him wild — his dick fervently pulsating inside of you.

“Say. It. Again,” he punctuated every word with every thrust, “say my real name again, [Y/N].”

You mewled out in pleasure. “M-Morian!”

That newfound energy throbbed inside of Lee, causing him to ram you deeper and harder onto the mattress. There, you babbled “Morian, Morian” like a prayer, and Lee could only growl in your ear as a response.

And such, you felt another knot in your stomach close to coming undone. Through tears in your eyes, you called out, “M-Morian, I'm c-close...”

“So am I.” He smiled at you, gentle hands clasping with your clammy ones, “we'll come together then.”

Reaching out to rub your neglected nub, your orgasm is closer than you thought. With one last look at Lee's glinting cerulean irises, his mouth moved faster.

“Cum.”

Mind-blowing pleasure corrupted your mind, as you came over Lee's cock. A frothy white ring creamed on Lee's pulsating dick as he fucked you through your orgasms.

Lee thought you looked like the prettiest person alive as you came. Easing you through, he kissed and caressed every part of your body — cheeks, clavicle, chest, stomach. Soon enough, as you both came down from your highs, heavy breathing filled the room. You were about to wiggle out of Lee's grasp, when he held your hips. Looking tiredly at Lee's smiling face, a dreaded realization came over you.

“We're not yet done, [Y/N].” He whispered, his dick that was still inside you throbbing, “I still need to show you how much I love you.”

Before that, a creaking sound happened before you felt the mattress dip into the floor.

You're fucked indeed.

The afternoon was a pretty time to see nice sights around Babylonia. Still drunk over last night's festivities, the constructs you've known decided to take a stroll around the place.

Bianca and Karenina were sitting on one side of the table, munching on the food they brought. Wanshi, Kamui, Camu, and Chrome were at the center, minding their own business.

“Commandant went home early, didn't she?” Bianca asked the surrounding constructs.

“That was past 11 pm though,” Karenina sighed, polishing the inver-device she had been carrying around, “I heard she was pretty drunk already.”

“Wasn't she with you the whole night, Chrome?” Said Bianca, “did you take her home?”

Chrome, with a disappointed expression on his face, shook his head. Opting to drink the glass he held, he muttered, “I was, but Lee took her...”

From a distance, Kamui waved to the appearing new constructs. “Lucia! Liv! Perfect timing!”

Even before the two Gray Ravens could sit down, an annoyed and confused expression is written across the team leader's face. “I already received a report that a bed in our dorm needs to be fixed...”

“Huh,” Wanshi perked up, yawning, “why'd the bed break? Did something happen?”

“No idea.” Liv sighed, “No one else was at our dorm...”

Kamui looked around, “where's Lee and the Commandant?”

“I haven't seen Lee since last night.” Lucia spoke, to which Liv also shook her head.

“Were you talking about us?”

A voice spoke from behind. The group turned to see Lee, and you beside him. Awkwardly smiling and waving, you sheepishly greeted, “Hello, sorry guys. I had a major hangover.”

“The commandant couldn't get out of bed. I had to look over her.”

Everyone around them was cheering, except for Chrome, who secretly ticked his jaw.

“Good to know you're alright, Commandant! Come and join us!”

You walked to where Liv and Lucia were, but you were flinching, as if in pain. In a heartbeat, your members went beside you, but Lee already had his arm around your waist.

“Commandant? Are you alright? What happened to you?”

“I'm fine!” you smiled and waved at Lucia, “just a little sore from...the heels I wore last night. I tripped while I was wearing them back home.”

“I got her, don't worry.” Lee cooly said.

Soon enough, you and Lee were settled nicely in the group. All of you talked about duties, the celebrations and other things under Babylonia's guiding light.

Everyone thinks the relationship between a construct and their commandant is purely professional; the latter exuding orders to be executed by the former, the war they face, the blood the had and have to shed — all for the sake of survival and success of the mission. In the end, glory and honor awaits those who return to Babylonia.

However, beyond the exemplary titles and glimmering medals of valor, no one knows what happens behind those walls.

For example — they never saw the way Lee's fingers curled on your thigh.

Or the way he looked at you as the group spoke.

“[Y/N],” he whispered. You gazed at him, before taking and squeezing his hand.

Lee leaned on you, his breath tickling your ear, sending butterflies to your core. “Don't forget about tonight.”

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