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n3llieelle · 1 month

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⟢ ﹒ Overstimulating Him (Ft. Sub BF)

Summary: Your BF (insert character name) woke up in the morning at a regular time as usual but there was a problem. He woke up from an erotic/intimate dream that was about you, but what made it worse was he kept thinking about it whenever he tried to clear his mind, but anyways more-so to solve his problem he shyly asks you to help him!

— NSFW, MDNI 18+

Well it wasn’t exactly a regular day for you guys when ya’ll first woke up. Thank god, there was no noisy alarm clock.

His head was too heavy to get out of bed, and his limbs were so heavy they almost seemed numb. He lay there in silence for several minutes, staring blankly at the ceiling. A few minutes passed where, he decided to turn over to face you.

Your face was still buried in your pillow, but even though it was only an inch or two away from him, he couldn’t really see it. Just darkness. Your hair fanned across your pillow, your chest moving up and down with each slow breath. It made him feel warm inside. You were so… cute.

He sighed and turned to face you again, trying not to move around too much as he did.

“Babe…?” His voice came out a little hoarse.

You didn’t reply, just hummed in response.

“Babe wake up…” Nothing. He gently shook you by the shoulders, trying to wake you up a bit more.

Finally, a small groan came from the back of your throat. You blinked sleepily at him, before rubbing your eyes and slowly sitting up straight.

“I…need your help..” He whispered hoarsely. You looked at him with confusion and concern on your face.

“Are you okay? What’s wrong babe?” You said softly. He leaned down towards you to kiss your forehead, before pulling you into a tight hug, burying his face against your shoulder.

He felt so embarrassed he might cry.

“It’s embarrassing, I know. But I can’t stop thinking about…you know…” You nodded in understanding.

“I had this dream where we’re in some sorta. . .intimate ...moment and then we’re like...together naked and it was amazing and all, I mean it was great. And... now I’m in a bit of a predicament… And I have no idea how to help myself with all these stupid thoughts that keep popping up when I try to concentrate or think about something else.” He quickly grabbed the shark plush displayed on the bed beside him and hid his face into it, muffling the whimpers that wanted to escape through his lips.

His girlfriend rubbed soothing circles on his back and ran her fingers through his hair, hoping to calm him down. She smiled fondly, thinking to herself that this is probably the best thing that could happen right now.

“Shh honey… I understand… I can try to make you feel better like always , if that’s what you want me to do. Just let me know. I love hearing you talk, you know. Even if you’re a little crazy when you go off about your hyperfixations. I can listen to you all day.” Her words calmed the panic that threatened to take over.

He peeked from behind the plush toy, looking at her with his one eye. Her expression told him she meant every word. His mouth curled up into a soft smile, and a chuckle escaped from his lips.

He kissed her cheek sweetly, before turning over onto his back once more, still holding the plushie tightly. She smiled brightly, loving the feeling of him hugging her close.

“Could you help me then? Please.” The last part was muffled into the plushie, but it was clear he needed comfort in another way,

She held back a giggle and laid down on top of him. She pulled him tightly against her body, allowing his face and arms to be hidden against her shirt.

He squeezed her tighter, burying his face in her collarbone.

“I’m here Honey, don’t worry…” She whispered.

“If it makes you feel any better, I love listening to you talk. When you’re passionate, I feel like there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to hear you talk. That’s what makes you unique and wonderful. So don’t ever forget that okay?”

He nodded against her.

As long as she was with him, he could face anything. She smiled and planted small kisses on his forehead.

After a minute, she sat up and placed a finger on the side of his neck. He looked up at her questioningly, and she grinned and began tracing tiny circles on his skin.

The gesture helped calm down his racing pulse and anxiety slightly. He had a tint of pink across his face as he pointed to his pants and mumbled under his breath.

“Help me with them please…”

She chuckled.

She untied his pants easily, sliding down them until they pooled around his feet. He tried not to look at her as she reached for the hem of his boxers, and lifted the waistband. His breathing picked up speed. She smirked teasingly.

“Is this okay?” Before answering, he simply nodded.

She pushed his boxers down enough to reveal a large erection, which she gently traced with her hands and kissed. He gasped and pressed himself closer to her, feeling her tongue slide across his sensitive tip.

As she stroked him lightly, it sent chills down his spine. “I’ve heard men get so excited just from being touched.” She teased.

Her hand moved from his cock to stroke his balls, causing him to whimper quietly.

He gripped her hair, tugging lightly on a strand. “That feels good doesn’t it?”

‘Damn right it does’ was the unsaid thought.

Her nails raked down the length of his cock, causing him to squirm and moan quietly.

“Good boy.” She praised, before continuing to tease him further.

He let out a deep sigh, trying to control his breathing, while her tongue began to swirl around his cock, teasing his slit, and sucking him roughly like he was the last source on the earth. She sucked a particularly hard peak, causing him to shudder.

The sound he made was primal, yet erotic.

“You like that?” She asked huskily in his ear, causing his head to jerk forward.

“Mm hmm, just like that…” The words slipped past his lips without thinking about it, before his breathing returned to normal.

If she tried to come up and tried to tease him he would instinctively push her head back down onto his dick. She understood why he was so tense, but the sight of him panting and flushed was definitely worth it.

“Mmh-…Fuck~” Was all he could manage to say in between panting breaths. She kept going down on him almost to the point where she is practically gagging on his cock, causing him to thrust up against her mouth. His legs trembled as he bucked his hips frantically in response to her efforts. His heart pounded in his chest and the scent of sweat mixed with arousal filled the air.

It was almost nauseating to breathe. Almost.

He could handle anything short of that.

He bit down on his lip harshly as his mind was consumed with images of you and her fucking him senseless as well.

Not only was he acting pathetic, he couldn’t deny how good he felt, but he was becoming too overstimulated to the point where he was afraid he was gonna cum soon.

A few moments later, he released an audible groan, and the tension left his muscles as he felt his entire body relax, sinking down onto the mattress as his orgasm faded. He let out a whine and buried his face in the plushie once more, completely ignoring everything else around him except you.

“...I’m sorry I feel like such an asshole for pushing your head down onto my dick like that…” He muttered softly, voice full of guilt. She gave his arm a reassuring squeeze.

“Oh c’mon baby, it’s fine… you know I don’t mind it at all…” She cooed softly in response.

His blush deepened even more and he buried his face in the pillow. He knew she was teasing him again, but she also understood that he was extremely embarrassed. She shifted herself up on her knees above him and pecked his cheek.

He finally turned his head to meet her gaze, and she cupped his jaw and leaned in to place a gentle kiss on his lips.

“Just so you know, I would do absolutely anything for you…” She whispered in his ear. His eyes widened, a small smile playing upon his lips. He loved hearing those words from you.

It made him feel so special to someone other than his father who had never been truly interested or interested in him.

She leaned down to place her lips directly next to his ear. “I love your voice…” He said softly.

“Your voice is like music to my ears…” She continued, her own cheeks flushing a light pink.

They both blushed like teenagers and shyly glanced away. She brushed her hair out of her face and smiled warmly at him. He returned the smile and kissed her passionately, pulling her flush against his chest.

‧₊˚✩ - Freminet, Ga-Ming, Itadori Yuji, Megumi Fushiguro, Scar, Kiryu Twins, Boothill, Sampo Koski, Nuevillette, Wriothesely, and Many More. . .

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A/N: This is kind of like a bit self-indulgent because this is based off a fun time with my boyfriend, although yes yes I already know to get the other requests done !!

#self indulgent #genshin smut #hsr smut #resident evil smut #valorant smut #genshin impact 🪭#jujutsu kaisen 🍥#smut #Scar hsr #vampire knight smut #boothill hsr #sampo koski #sampo koski smut

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angelltheninth · 2 months

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Soft Morning Sex with Viper

Pairing: Sabine "Viper" Callas x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, established relationship, grinding, soft morning sex, cuddlefucking, soft Viper

A/N: It's the sexy green eyes.

Not only for pleasure but also to help her relax

Sabine gets home really late and has very few opportunities to relax and get all her stress out

As her girlfriend you want to give her all the chances to do so

Since you're both sleepy still you don't have much energy for wild sex

However just feeling her slightly colder body on top if you is enough to get you going

You press her hands against her ass, her lips find your neck immediately, pressing hard, wet, sloppy kisses

By no means does she keep her hands to herself, pushing them below your shirt, brushing her thumbs over your hardening nipples,

Keeps whispering into your ear, telling you how she can feel the heat between your legs, the wetness on her thigh

No doubt you can feel the same from her

There's no need to rush with this, Sabine wants to make it last as long as possible

Memorize every little, cute sound that falls from your lips so she can file it away for the rest of the day

#valorant #valorant x reader #valorant smut #valorant imagine #valorant headcanons #viper x reader #viper headcanons #viper imagine #x female reader #femslash february

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cum-fvk · 5 months

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thinkin about cockwarming iso while you're playin a comp game. He's whiny cause he doesn't want to bother you but you just feel so good around him. Whenever you're adjusting yourself to get more comfortable and he just has to bury his face in your shoulder with a breathy moan. He tries so hard not to move but once you're done he's practically begging.

raaaahhhhhhh

#valorant smut #valorant iso #iso x reader #this has literally been the only thing on my mind lately 😔

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saintblk · 5 months

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note : yeah i have two essays due this week but that won’t stop me from finally getting this concept out of my head

NSFW MINORS + AGLESS BLOGS DNI

yoru letting female!agent!reader talk shit to him even in front of the entire protocol, but only because he gets to hate fuck her later on.

neither of you are entirely sure when it started. you found an interest in making him mad, and he is of the belief that some actions have consequences. one night, after you “misplaced” one of his guns, he has you on all fours, gagging on his length.

this time he’s sitting in the kitchen, watching as you take his yogurt out of the fridge and eat it. raze eyes the two of you while you eat, and though she was there before either of you she quickly makes herself scarce.

eventually, the same tongue cleaning the spoon of any yogurt ends up being the same tongue that lolls out of your mouth while the japanese man hovers above you. he has you folded in half while he plows into you. his girth bullies it’s way past the spongy spot that has you seeing stars and pulls back only when his tip kisses your cervix.

you couldn’t recall how many times you’d come undone on his member. and yet the aching in your legs seemed nonexistent when the only thing you could focus on was yoru thrusting into you. in fact, another wave of ecstasy rolls through your body. one that has you trembling underneath him. it might be too much for you, he knows that. but you haven’t said your safe word or passed out so he had no intentions to stop unless one of those things happened.

“you must love getting on my nerves,” he growled.

“no i don’t,” you whine pushing against his abdomen. “m’sorry, i sw-swear!”

“good,” he grunts. “now move these hands if you don’t want me to tie them up.”

with shaky hands, you move them onto his back for your nails to dig into his skin. your pleas and cries soon become garbled nonsense while he focuses on chasing his high. he thinks you’ve gotten enough this time. when he finds rapture inside you, he leans down and captures his lips with your’s. yoru groans into the languid kiss as he empties himself into your womb.

as he makes a mental note to bring you your pill later on, he lets your legs wrap around his waist. he’s pressing light kisses down your neck and onto the dip between your neck and shoulder. letting out a breath, he cups your face to garner your attention. for a moment the two of you get lost in each other’s gaze.

“don’t touch my yogurt again.”

#valorant x black reader #valorant x reader #yoru x reader #valorant smut #yoru smut #valorant yoru #꒰ slim’s thots ꒱#collection :: val

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succubus-nightmares · 26 days

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What’s this? A sneak peek of a yoru fic 😶‍🌫️ ? That’s crazy? How’s this get here?

Warnings: nsfw, choking

#onyx•sins #valorant smut #yoru x reader smut #yoru smut #valorant x reader smut

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seneitut · 8 months

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id absolutely adore a part 2 for quietness if you plan to continue it! i’m a huge lover of the sub gekko agenda <3

“Quietness”

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3]

[Gekko/F!Reader] [Slight Cypher/F!Reader]

Words: 5.7K

Tags: NSFW +18, smut, Dom!Reader, Sub!Gekko, choking, vaginal sex, cowgirl, fluff, angst, miscomunication, Cypher being an annoying but good friend.

Warning: When it comes to exploring kinks and stuff, always talk to your partner first and ask for consent >:0!

[Hope you like it uwu!!]

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Gekko's bounds tighten around his wrists when a sharp spike of pleasure racks down his spine and straight to his cock, flexing the muscles of his arms and thrusting his hips to chase after the delicious feeling.

Eyes rolled to the back of his head, and his extremities limited to no-movement, Gekko lets himself be drowned in the pleasure overwhelmingly consuming him with your wrist flicking up and down his shaft in a constant rhythm.

Your tongue connects to the head of his cock, slicking it with your spit before sucking him and bobbing your head up and down alongside your hand masturbating him fastly, tongue toying on the underside of his cock and mapping out every vein decorating it. He swallows back his groan when he feels the heat of your mouth, thrusting his hips until he hears you gag on his dick and the sound of you choking, trying to stuff your mouth with his cock, sends him into overdrive.

The only thought running through his mind right now is how good you look between his legs, naked, and burning him from the inside with those heavy red eyes of yours glowing in the dimly lit room while you suck him off.

The second thing running through his mind is how badly he wants to cum; and if it lands on your face, the better, that's just an extra to make one of his fantasies true.

You've deprived him from his orgasm for far too long; toying with him, edging him with no means of end, he cannot fathom waiting for longer with how fast he feels his climax approaching.

But the moment you see him about to break, you snatch your hand away, a malicious smile painting your features.

The makeshift gag at his mouth stops any attempt of begging for you to keep going. Tears gather at the corner of his eyes, and Gekko grunts in frustration, squirming under your weight and your burning gaze with no success of mercy.

“Look at you,” you whisper. The tip of your fingers run over the flushed head of his cock, biting your lower lip to stop a giggle when it twitches under your touch and the pre-cum rolls down the slit. “So pretty for me, Mateo, such a good boy.”

His moans are muffled behind the cloth on his mouth, and you cannot help but want to hear what he has to say after torturing him to fulfill your own desires.

Leaning over, you make a show of sliding your body against his as slowly as possible, enjoying his full attention and the neediness he obviously has for you. When you take the gag from his mouth, he tries to shove his face to reach for your lips, whining when you dodge and return to sitting on his thigh with your hands caressing his chest and flicking on his nipples to see him squirm.

“Please…” he mutters, breathing heavily. He seems about to burst out crying if you don't touch him anytime soon. “Please let me cum, I want to cum…”

Rolling your hips against his cock, you watch closely his lower lip tremble and his arms fight against the bounds attaching him to your bed frame when he feels his shaft slide in between your lower lips. You repeat the motion, Mateo gasps and thrusts his hips to feel the slickness covering his cock.

“Please!” He begs, groaning your name. “Please, I'll do anything! Just, let me—”

Grabbing the base of his cock, you don't let him finish the sentence when you slide him inside your cunt swiftly, cutting him off and making his words slurred to end up on a moan.

You gasp in pleasure at the same time, feeling him stretch you inch by inch until he is fully sheathed and pulsing against your walls. A whole shiver washes over you when the tip of his dick brushes against your most sensitive spot, squirming on top of him with the need to feel it again.

Gekko's tears roll down his cheeks, panting heavily and flushed with embarrassment when you wink at him and lick your lips in anticipation. The act on itself is so filthy that it does nothing but heighten his want to pleasure you above anything else.

To be reduced to this mess, tied to a bed, gagged and being controlled this heavily makes him shy, never believing himself to be into the dominant and submissive roles. But you make it easier on him, enjoyable to the point Gekko would let you do anything to him if you asked.

“You're so warm…” he mutters, eyelids heavy and pointendly observing where you're connected. He thrusts his hips, to test the waters and see if he can rile you up as payback. “So tight, ngh—”

Gekko sees you biting your lip, restraining your sounds and hands holding his hips down to stop him from moving. Your stare hardens when you cross sights, and a hand flies to his neck, fingers wrapping around his throat to put some pressure and using it as a leverage to lean in, cock sliding out slowly until only the head is still inside you.

“This alright, Mateo?” You ask, squeezing his throat softly. He nods, gasping.

“Please, yes.” Grunting, he does his best to stay still and not give in into his wishes to thrust his cock back.

“So polite.” Without further words, you slam your hips back down, hand squeezing his throat softly.

Gekko moans when you start bouncing on his dick, feeling the well-known tight knot start forming on his lower belly, burning him with the desire of release.

The plush of your thighs wraps around his waist to keep you in place when your desperation gets the better of you and begins accelerating the pace, choking him harder and throwing your head to the side while moaning out his name and maintaining eye contact throughout the whole exchange.

Gekko's groans get cut off when the pressure you apply makes the air stop circulating. It turns out he seems to like the rough treatment more than he anticipated, feeling his dick twitch inside your velvety walls when the suffocation gets to his head, heightening the pleasure and any other sensation coursing through his body.

“C'mon, Mateo,” your urge, bouncing eagerly now with the promise of a good show. “Hold on a little more. Be a good boy.”

Those words make him tremble with excitement, bucking his hips alongside yours and struggling against the binds unconsciously.

Gekko was drooling by this point, tongue peeking out and eyes rolled to the back of his head while being constantly stimulated by the suffocation and you fucking his brains out.

The slam of your hips is constant and wild, feeling his pelvis rub against your clit and the head of his cock brush against your g-spot everytime he thrust deeply.

The warmness spreading from your lower belly rushes faster than you anticipate, bursting from the overwhelming pleasure of getting off from his expression and how vulnerable he looks that your orgasm washes over you in waves of exhilarating bliss.

“Oh, Mateo!” You moan, hips still moving. “So good, baby, ah— so good.”

Gekko preens from your words, it’s enough for the tight knot to finally burst and become undone under your touch and stimulation.

Your hands weaken in grip when you cum all over his shaft, making him able to breathe and whimper shyly from climaxing on your words alone—he was getting lightheaded, dizzy, but that didn't lessen how much he loved being choked and how much pleasure racks his body with the aftershock of his orgasm.

He cums heavily, spurs after spurs of his semen decorating the insides of your walls and hips stuttering to keep the contact while he rides his climax with delight.

You're still riding him slowly, overstimulation coursing through your body but unable to stop; addicted to the way Gekko's cock feels inside you.

Once you're full of his cum and Gekko begs you to stop with a quivering voice, too sensitive he might start crying, is when you decide to lean in and unbind the rope that you tied him with, dick slipping out of your pussy with a lewd sound.

When he is finally free, Gekko's arms round your torso and gently turn the tables, laying you down on the mattress while he hovers over you with his face flushed and an enamored expression.

He seems tired, if not a little exhausted physically and mentally, but he makes sure none of it gets in his way to lean down and lock your lips in a soft kiss.

The feeling of his sweaty and naked body on top of yours, caging you and hands caressing your sides gently, as if you were the one who needed comfort, makes your heart throb with warmness and aching for his attention.

Gekko deepens the kiss, mouths slothing together and sliding one against the other sensually in this dance of passion. He sticks his tongue on your mouth, toying with yours and mapping out every crevice for him to remember; he cannot help but groan with excitement when your hands hold him around his shoulder and you scratch the back of his hair softly.

When air gets necessary, Gekko takes his distance, panting heavily and adoration swimming in his eyes while watching you.

“Are you okay?” you ask, thumb running on his lower lip.

Gekko nods, “Just sore,” he replies. His voice sounds a little hoarse, “I loved it.”

You smile, Gekko swoons.

“How about you?” he asks, a little nervous. “Did…did you like it?”

Humming, you nod, looking deeply into his eyes. Gekko's breath gets caught on his throat when you lean in and kiss his lips softly.

“You were amazing,” kissing him again, you sigh into his mouth before laying down onto the mattress. “I enjoyed it.”

Deep into the night, Gekko watches you fall asleep rather quickly.

Despite you taking control over him and the sex, you seeked shelter and comfort in him when it was over; it was cute. Your head was snuggled under his chin and right above his heart, sleeping peacefully and clinging to him—it makes his heart race with excitement.

He was holding onto you quite tightly, one hand soothingly running over your back and the other holding your hand laying on his chest.

There is silence, but he doesn't find it haunting like usual.

No nightmares, no headaches, just blissful peace and a hammering heart inside his ribcage; emotions swelling up and excitement coursing through his veins. The image of your face is enough to keep the thoughts at bay, smitten to the point he doesn't really want to think about anything else but what has transpired this night.

You snuggle up closer, hugging him tightly, and keep on sleeping.

Gekko sighs dreamily, squeezing your hand.

He won't think about tomorrow nor how this will affect the professional aspect of your relationship. He will indulge in this moment for as long as he can, even if it breaks his heart by the end of all.

—x—x—x—x—x—x—x—x—x—

You wake up alone and cold on the bed the next morning.

The covers are hiding your naked body, tucked away gently by your companion, but no signs of him in the near vicinity. When you look around the room, you find there are only your clothes thrown over the floor and your shades safely laying on top of your desk where you left it last night.

“Mateo?” you call out. Sitting on the bed, you try once again, “Gekko?”

No one answers.

Sighing to yourself, you stand from the bed to pick up the mess and, on the way, your sorrow for the outcome of the situation.

Is not like it was unexpected, this scenario has been presented to you every now and then before the protocol, but to think it would happen with Gekko is a disappointment to say the least.

Hurtful, if you may, after being blinded by Cypher's words of the sudden interest he might have had on you and you for believing it.

You fancy him now, and it is all Cypher's fault.

You take a shower, you dress up with your usual fit, and in less than fifteen minutes you're out of your bedroom with your shades on and a façade to protect your feelings if you were to cross paths with Gekko.

Thankfully, today’s schedule seems to be packed with a long mission and perhaps a couple days away on Pearl until you return with your assigned team and a secured spike for Killjoy to analyze.

Brimstone hasn't told you the details yet, and you don't think he will say anything else until the team is assembled and ready to go. You still have a couple of hours to prepare before setting off, and having the social battery low and with the intention to not cross paths with Gekko anytime soon, you decide to waste your time seeking the culprit of your demise at the only place you could think of.

Cypher is tinkering with his tech at Killjoy's lab, humming to himself a tune you're familiar with and ready to kick his chair off before he realizes you’re there.

You nod at Chamber who is sitting at the far back fixing one of his weapons, cringing slightly when he calls out your name and smiles…weirdly at you. You ignore him.

“So you've come to me,” he says without looking at you. You're upset you won't be able to catch him off guard. “What now, the sex wasn't good?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

Cracking your knuckles, you still kick his chair in an attempt to make him pay attention to you. You hear him sigh, leaving his tool at the table and crossing his arms to look at you.

“Yes?” he asks.

“You were wrong.” Sitting across from him, you slump on the table and frown. You take off your shades to appear more intimidating but the other doesn’t seem to care much, “We had sex, but he is not in love with me.”

Shrugging, he goes back to his work. “If you believe so, then who am I to contradict you?”

“You were so convinced he loved me that I went to confront him about it.” Cypher sees you pout, which he finds funny, “Well, sort of. He never said he didn't love me, but he never mentioned anything about liking me either.”

“You understand what you're telling me is a conversation you could easily have with him to clear your doubts, am I right?” Cypher finishes with his tripwires and tosses them to the side. “Why come crying here, then? There is something else that is bothering you and that's why you're here.”

“I'm—I don't know?” Cypher cocks his head to the side, you know he is having fun watching you lose your mind over something so simple. “I was never interested in these…kinds of topics. God, I never thought I’d be involved with anyone here at the protocol to begin with, let alone have sex with them and develop an attachment from just one night.”

“Is it really that?” he asks, “Love at first sight is unlikely to be your situation, but love when having sex for the first time? Was his dick really that good? Should I ask for a try myself?”

Scrubbing your face with your hands, you sigh in frustration, “Cypher, don't be a moron now, please.”

He chuckles, raising his arms in surrender, “Listen, before our talk, it would have never crossed your mind to be interested in the kid as much as you do now. What changed? For starters, you don’t love him, do you?”

“I don’t.” is your reply, and you’re certain of it.

“You're interested in him now, aren’t you?”

You nod, “I find him attractive, he’s sweet, and you for certain should get a piece of that ass.”

“Oh? Charitable now, aren’t we? Maybe I will.”

“Don’t be stupid, I was kidding.”

“Dear, we’re diverting from the main problem here.” Cypher stores his tech onto a box and motions you to follow after him. “Shall we continue somewhere else?”

Standing up, you both follow the path from the lab to his room.

Only the echo of your steps alongside his are enough to fill in the silence, a little uncomfortable of continuing this conversation and to where it might lead. Despite this being your idea to sort out your thoughts more easily and have Cypher as your middle ground, you fear that this…one time thing with Gekko might have messed you up more than you intended to.

Cypher pats your back, “I can see you thinking way too hard, relax.”

“I don’t think I want to know what will happen with Gekko now.” You admit, sighing tiredly. “I’m getting overwhelmed by this situation when there is supposed to be no feelings involved.”

“Was that established before you had sex or after?”

“What do you mean by established?”

“Did you talk about your non-romantic feelings or what you expected from him before the sex?”

Mulling over his question, you realize that no, you never conversed nor set boundaries before it happened.

You were so desperate to get answers from him in any way, or any form, that your actions were faster than waiting to coax sentences from him.

“Aren't you a grown woman?” Cypher mocks, “You aren't a ten years old with a crush in middle school.”

“I don't have a crush on him.”

“I don't believe you, and you don't believe yourself either.”

“You're always so cryptic with your words, god, just tell me what you really think.”

Cypher sighs loudly, watching you from the corner of his eyes and observing your hands fidget while thinking. He takes pity, it must be hard for you to not have this under control and be stranded on unknown territory when it comes to emotions.

“Dear, I believe you've contradicted yourself many times today.” he begins, and you seem ready to argue back but he raises a hand to stop you, “You came to me crying about how I tricked you into thinking Gekko is interested in you, which I stand by, and then you are saying feelings weren't supposed to be involved.”

You shrug.

“What is it, then?” He asks, “Pursue the kid, or simply treat it like a one-night stand. What do you want?”

“I don't know, Cy, I don't know what to do.”

“You confronted Gekko last night because you had the upper hand. He likes you, and you know that. If anything were to go wrong, you would not be hurt by the end of it because he was unaware of what you felt for him, that's why you looked for him. There were going to be no consequences.”

“Shut up…”

“But now the roles have been reversed because you agreed to share an intimate moment with him. And now your feelings are being jeopardized because you think he is the one who played you and don't know how to feel about someone taking control over this matter.” Huffing in amusement, Cypher nods to himself. “I think I got a pretty good read on you.”

And he does. Despite not giving in and accepting it out loud, you are, to a fault, very controlling when it comes to aspects of your life.

This is why last night's dynamic worked really well with Gekko, because he lets himself be taken by you and follows your orders without hesitation,—and you loved it, you enjoyed being with him, and you think you've shared such intimacy that seeing him now will probably break you down.

“You're overthinking.”

You give a dry laugh, “Can't help it.”

“Give the kid some credit, talk to him.”

You walk past the common room in silence when he hears talking and arguing, slowing down in step when Gekko comes into vision while he talks with his fellow teammates.

The good thing about this hallway is the clear glasses for windows they've installed, giving you both a full picture of what might be happening inside the room without being too nosy.

As soon as you spot Gekko amongst the people inside, your pace accelerates, pulling Cypher by his jacket and janking him to your side to cover yourself from their sights.

Your heart is pounding, your hands are getting clammy, and the nervousness of being seen by Gekko after what happened and after he left without saying a word is enough to reduce you into a shy mess.

Killjoy's voice echoes in the hallway, pulling your attention and Cypher's towards her person who comes running to you with a bright smile on her face and a binder on hand, and completely ruins your attempt to escape.

You're happy to see her, but dread it when the noise inside the common room comes to a sudden stop.

“Brimstone is calling for a meeting! There has been a shutdown of our network so our devices aren't working until I reboot it. For now, I'm just a messenger.” Killjoy breathes out tiredly, turning to the windows and waving at the people inside. “You too, Gekko! You have ten minutes!”

With that, Killjoy leaves.

Whether Gekko was looking at you or not, you decide is not of your concern and drag Cypher away with you to the meeting room. The poor man yells in protest, but the hold on his arm doesn't waver, too determined to have him as your anchor.

Back in the common room, Gekko watches you walk away without any sign of acknowledgment and, deeply, is hurt by such a reaction from your person.

By now, he believed the breach that separated you two was shortened the moment you saved his life back at Icebox, sacrificing everything to bring him back home and probably part of your life as well.

When you kissed him, Gekko assured himself this is it. This was the act that settled everything and put his mind at rest, giving you who he is and more, unveiling a side of him he was too ashamed to admit or rather, didn’t know he had it in him.

Perhaps that was his mistake, assuming things would fall into place and Gekko will finally be able to express how much he fancies you without hurting himself in the process.

One night stand, he thinks grimly.

Shouldn't have let his hopes up.

—x—x—x—x—x—x—x—x—x—x—x—

Brimstone seems distressed, eye bags under his eyes and beard not trimmed to his usual style. His armor is off and so is his cute little red hat, giving him a look of wearing more years than he actually is.

You worry for him, but for the sake of the meeting and to not look like a mother hen, you hold back the need to reprimand him for the poor care he has taken of himself.

That, and Brimstone seems to be a good distraction so your eyes won't wander to where Gekko is currently sitting at.

“Is a week-long mission,” he begins. When no one says anything, he continues. “Killjoy has detected new waves of radianite from Pearl, is getting stronger the longer we talk and the Omega agents are already on its way.”

“Do we have supplies to survive a week on Pearl?” you ask. Brimstone grimaces at your question.

“Barely, and we will be scraping by.” Sighing, he checks a couple of papers on the table and presses a button on the side. The screen on the table lights up with a version of Pearl in 3D, A site and B site lighting up in red. “Beyond having provisions to feed us and weapons to protect us, what is playing against us is the rotations they’re going to be doing.”

Omen leans in, “Rotations to sites?”

“No, team rotations.”

Leaning forward, Jett cocks her head to the side, “What do you mean by team rotations?”

“They are bringing more than five people, but not all of them are allowed inside the place or else Kingdom will be on our asses.” The map rotates, and Brimstone signals the Omega's landing site with his pen. “There is a limit to where radiants can wander together without being detected nor looking suspicious. If Kingdom is able to track us down because of the strong centered vitals of radiants, we are all screwed.”

“And it doesn’t benefit them at all.” Omen finishes. Brimstone nods.

“Why don't we do the same thing?” Jett suggests. “Have our pals waiting on the sidelines if things seem to go grim?”

“We're sending teams to different missions, because Pearl is not the only place where radianite has been active and stronger.”

“But you said—”

Brimstone raises a hand, cutting her off. “Your only concern should be Pearl, these other places are for the rest of your teammates to worry about, so focus on what your task is.”

She nods reluctantly, “Of course Brim."

“Is going to be tiring, we will have to be 24/7 in alert and awake to any attempt of attacks.”

You tap onto the table, “This is what I don’t understand, if we’re being sent like the usual missions and we’re supposed to endure seven days of non-stop vigilance, how are they going to be able to attack different places if they are also limited in agents like we do? It doesn’t make sense.”

Brimstone watches as your question raises awareness throughout the agents in the room, the big incognita being: Is Pearl going to be under attack?

“Bind, Fracture, Lotus and Pearl.” The image of Pearl changes, reducing in size to let the mentioned places appear on sight. “We don’t know which one they are going to attack, that's why we are sending you all today to start protecting them.”

“It’s a gamble.” Omen points out.

Jett chimes in, “What if we retrieve the spike from them earlier than intended?”

“That's why it is a week-long mission. They won't stop until the radianite is stolen so replacements for the spike will be plenty,” Tapping the side of the table, the imagery turns off, “The radianite will keep increasing in radius power until it goes dormant again, that's why we need to stay for longer.”

“Will we be able to rest through the mission?” Gekko inquiries. “We can't defend the sites if we're sleep deprived.”

“You can rest between hours and in turns, but only one person per three hours.”

“Sentinels should be awake throughout the night to cover more space if you will be missing one man in combat.” Cypher comments, “They should be the first ones to rest once the first hours of combat are over.”

“That's righ—, Cypher? You are not supposed to be here.” Brimstone takes a double take on his files, and sure enough, he wasn't assigned for Pearl, rather Bind. “We will still have a meeting in an hour, please, I'll have to ask you to leave.”

“Oh, Brim, how can you ask me to leave my beautiful duo? Separating us is just beyond cruel.” Cypher, in an attempt to piss off Gekko, lays his hand above yours on the table, and squeezes it softly. “Say, I can swap places with Killjoy if she wants. I bet Raze would be more than happy to be together on Bind.”

Gekko does seem a little confused at his actions and, mostly, pissed off, a scowl on his mouth and glaring at where Cypher is touching you. But of course, you don't see any of this, too irritated by his attitude to truly pay attention to your surroundings.

Brimstone shakes his head, tired and frustrated by his insubordination. Waving his hand away, he dismisses the meeting.

“The jet is ready, go grab weapons, clothes and stuff you might need and are only necessary. Omen, please meet up with Sage before you set off with the rest of your team.”

“Understood.” the wraith replies.

“Cypher.”

“Yes?”

“You're still assigned to Bind. I don't need you to start switching places just because you feel like it.”

Your friend shrugs, whispering a soft 'I tried.' He is very lucky your stare can't kill, or else he would have been pulverized by now.

The agents leave the meeting room one by one, mulling to themselves whatever they might need and simply too absorbed in their thoughts.

You stand alongside Cypher, ready to reprimand him for saying stupid shit but a hand on your wrist stops you dead in your tracks, turning to see Gekko holding you gently and with a nervous expression on his face.

“Hey.” he says, eyes crinkling on the sides when he smiles at you. “Got a minute to talk?”

Words get stuck in your throat, unable to open your mouth and reply like a normal human being, but try to act as calm as possible to not let him know how dreadful this greeting is starting to feel.

“Sorry, friend, she's mine until you leave.” Cypher takes your arm and gently tugs you away. Gekko's hand falls to his side clenching on a fist, and an unreadable expression paints his features until you are out of vision.

But by the time you decide to say anything, your friend has already pulled you far away and tucked you safely into his room instead.

“Dear, look at me.” Cypher takes the time to leave your shades above your head, thumb caressing your chin until you look into his light blue orbs. Despite being masked, you can see the outlines of a smile. “Are you okay about this?”

“I can’t really say no to Brimstone.” You reply. “Maybe I should forget about last night and pretend nothing happened, for the sake of our team."

“If that's the case, you need to speak to him either way,” Looking at the clock, he sighs. “Don't give him hopes, and don't ruin a working relationship with someone who is going to be stuck with us for the years to come. Is not…convenient.”

“I think it’s already too late for that advice.”

He chuckles, “Better clear things up now than later.”

Rolling your eyes, you nod.

A week to think, despite having him there. A week to figure out if you want to pursue love, even when vulnerable.

A week.

“You have to leave, Brimstone is already pissed at me, I don't want to give him another reason to smite me.”

Laughing, you bump his shoulders with yours. “Sure he will.”

—x—x—x—x—x—x—x—x—

Taking your device might not be a necessity, even less now that the network is being rebooted and no one knows when it will start working again.

Besides that, you change into comfortable clothes and bring a jacket for the cold nights. You're assuming the times you rest might be inside the jet on your landing site, and that vehicle is the worst place to sleep on, let alone warm enough to sleep comfortably.

Sighing tiredly, you survey your room and decide that's all you're gonna need for now. Food, toiletries and that kind of stuff might not be necessary for you to take, you suppose they have that covered, so with nothing else to take into account, you leave.

On your way to the landing site, Cypher joins in your walk, toying with a tripwire and simply accompanying you in silence.

When you raise your brow, curious about his presence here instead of the reunion Brimstone wanted him in, he shrugs nonchalant, feigning confusion.

“Must have forgotten,” is what he replies. “Besides, I already know what this is about. Having to listen to the same thing twice? Not thanks.”

“Whatever floats your boat, I guess.”

Once the jet is visible, you have to breathe in slowly to calm down your nerves.

Cypher's presence is comforting, but not enough to ignore Gekko's person standing next to the weapon storage, cleaning the barrel of his pistol.

He hasn't seen you yet, and is a miracle none of his creatures are out and about to cheer up the mood before you're set to go on the longest mission ever.

“Your gun is already on the jet.” Cypher comments. “I left a little gift for you, too, hope it helps.”

Huffing a laugh, you nod, “Thank you, Cy.”

“Don't, this is what friends are for, yes?” Cypher doesn't wait for an answer before closing the distance, looking down at you because of the size difference and puffing out his chest in pride. He looks ridiculous.

“What is it?” You ask, concerned.

“Do you trust me?” he whispers, holding one of your hands. His robotic blue eyes look deeply into yours, and you don't know where this is coming from, but you nod as an answer.

Cypher gently guides you against his body, one arm circling around your waist, taking his hat with the other to rest his masked forehead against yours. You lean against him, hands holding onto his jacket and smiling softly.

He holds you like this for a couple of seconds, the longest in your life when you cannot help but feel comfortable enough to be sharing such closeness with who you consider your best friend.

“Gekko is watching,” he says, and you feel nervousness rush over your body at the statement. “Keep up the act, and then go straight to the jet, alright? Don’t look at him, just me.”

“Okay.”

When you part ways, he makes a motion of kissing your hand, and you snort, flipping his hat when he puts it back.

“You dork.”

“Always the gentleman.” he replies.

You bid him goodbye and do as you're told, going straight to the stairs leading you to the entrance of the jet and barely looking at Gekko's direction to avoid his pointed stare.

Cypher stays in place, watching the other agents follow after you when they're done preparing their weapons and are ready to set off.

Gekko stays behind, still frozen in place and glaring at Cypher with an unknown emotion swimming in his eyes. When the sentinel nods in his direction, saluting him in what could be considered as mocking, Gekko can't help the sudden anger that flows through his veins and flips him off, turning around and jogging to the jet without looking back.

Chuckling, Cypher leaves, listening to the engines of the vehicle turn on and barely glancing behind to see it take off.

His job is done, now it is up to Gekko to amend things with you if he's brave enough or else, accept his fate as it is and lose you forever.

It was never in his plan to take his act further than to piss him off, he fears he might have given the wrong idea instead of pushing Gekko to his limits so he can act upon his wishes.

In a week he will have his answer.

In love and war, anything is valid.

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zeilaaan · 9 months

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You've finally done it, you've broken Yoru. Yoru would be under you, clearly flushed as you have wiped the cheeky smile this bastard had on his face. His chest full of your own ''seed'' as he lays there overstimulated. His pupils dilate when he hears you say, ''Round 2?''. Yoru would be scared, but would have no choice but to submit to you.

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stellaris-archivum · 10 months

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i've never really felt the rain (it's madness)

(this is a draft i have but i currently don't have the time to write about it so i figured to post a snippet about it)

(also because i can't update my ao3 fics right now but i hope i can get back on track by august! <3)

warnings: nsfw, very explicit, self-insert

word count: 1314

He couldn’t fully grasp how it happened. It hit him like a truck—fast, swift, unknowing.

"Fuck," she hisses, "God, you feel so good." He only grunts, slapping her ass every now and then. The pain and the resounding slap it does only bring her to cry out more in pleasure. The noises they make only get louder, the heat of the moment getting into their heads, the indulgence clouding their brains—none of them could even form coherent sentences anymore. She starts screaming his name; the sound beautiful in his ears, and it only drives him to go rougher and rougher. Eventually, he feels the knot in him tighten, and with how her pussy suddenly grips his dick so tightly, he knows they’re both nearing their limit. And he knows what to do.

He pulls out suddenly, making her whine in disappointment. It’s been a while since they did this, so she must have been so caught up in the moment that she thought he was leaving her unsatisfied—but he grabs her by her arms and flips her, aggressively flipping her over the bed, catching her off-guard. "I have to see your face while I fuck you good, chaton." He growls as he gently lines himself up again in her, gently pushing in and—slam! That took her breath away, her mouth agape, and he took this chance to kiss and ravish her tongue with his, eliciting more moans from her as her arms and hands dance all over him, eventually clinging onto his back as she tries to grip at his skin—scratching, digging her nails into his skin. He knows she likes it when he does that. Always the dramatic, always the showman.

"That’s it," he whispers against her lips, "Let go. Cum for me chaton." And with that, he snuck his tongue inside again, and his thrusts got sloppy and sloppier.

It was pure and absolute bliss for her. To be fucked by him—it was something that she never could’ve imagined. How come she found such a refined, high-class man like him drinking away in some random, second-rate club? A man of his status, a rich gun designer, an engineer? It eludes her, but she’s thankful nonetheless. None of her flings had ever fucked her the way he does. At this point, she didn’t want this euphoric bliss to end.

But it has to at some point, so with her mind going blank, she prepares herself.

Both of them go over the edge, her voice shrill with pleasure as her body jerks and convulses under him. Another day’s work. And every time, always the satisfied customer.

He can’t help but let his body fall on top of hers, bringing a grunt to her lips. He mutters an apology as he gently pulls himself out, leaving little kisses all over her neck as she hums. She forgives him, followed by a small chuckle from her.

The two of them lay in the bed with their breathless breaths mixing, as they tried to climb down from their high. Eventually, he gets up, taking the condom he used and disposing of it as soon as he finds the trash can by the hotel’s bathroom. He cleans himself up in the bathroom and, after a short while, emerges from there with a towel on his hand. He can see that she has calmed down now, her breath slightly steadier. "How are you doing, [Y/N]?" He asks as he gently sits on the edge of the bed next to her.

"I feel amazing," the woman he called [Y/N] says, a little smile on her face.

"You know that’s not what I meant." He shakes his head as he starts gently pressing the towel across her body, ridding it of any kind of perspiration that appeared. He cleans her up gently, even paying extra attention to her womanhood by gently rubbing the towel against it. "Did I go too rough on you? Are you sore?"

"You know I love it when you go rough on me. It felt so fucking good, Vincent, I tell you." She laughs softly as her eyes follow her every move. "I’ll be fine, I think. I just need to rest for a bit. But you? Any meetings to attend? Want to stay here with me for a little while?"

"I will not leave until I know you have recovered; I can’t leave you unattended. So mon chaton, I implore you, just tell me when it’s starting to make you sore." He finishes cleaning her up, sending her a stern glare, but he considers her offer for a moment. "So, you want cuddles, then?"

She nods, "We haven’t met in a while. I was very touch-starved, you know? I really needed that fuck. I most definitely need your arms around me after not being touched by you for so long." She motions for him to lay next to her. Setting the towel away, he climbed back on the bed and immediately assumed a big spoon position. She did not complain; she just immediately snuggled up to him with a contented sigh leaving her lips. "Were you that busy? Your deals have gone through, I hope?"

He nods, leaving a soft kiss on her forehead. "Yes, darling. I made sure all of my business ventures are successful so I can free up my schedule and finally fuck you again. Forgive me if it took me so long, cherie."

"Don’t be. I’m not your priority, and this is not a committed relationship anyway. Besides, I just know it’s going to be worth it if I wait."

Vincent finds himself chuckling softly: "I did miss your sweet little cunt."

"I think it’s obvious that it missed you too," She whispers, leaving a soft peck on his lips. "I don’t think I’ll ever find another man who fucks me and takes care of me so amazingly as you. I’m sure whoever you've got your eye on must be one lucky woman."

He scoffs, "Consider yourself lucky, doll. All of my relationships are just flings. It just happened that I liked your pussy the most." He gives her ass a soft slap, making her gasp. "I think you’re my longest fling yet."

"What an honor!" she says, a little sarcastic. "But let’s stay this way, yeah? Feelings are complicated, attachments are gross, and connections are disgusting. I’m sure someone as rational as you understands, right?"

"Of course," he says, looking down on her, "Just a purely physical relationship. Nothing more."

She smiles, "Glad we’re in agreement."

They stay like that after a while. As she slowly drifts to sleep, Vincent thinks about how long it has been since he and this woman who is in his arms have been meeting to just... fuck. He takes care of the arrangements every time, and he would ask her what she felt would turn her on so that he could act accordingly in the bedroom. He would fuck her the way she wants to—and it’s fine with him if his needs aren’t met, because it always will be with a cunt as beautiful as hers. There’s just something about her and her body that drives him absolutely insane—like a wolf in heat. It’s like her body is addicting, and he can’t get enough of it—it’s like he’s unwilling to part with her. He doesn’t want to lose her.

That makes him stop for a moment; his breath holds for quite a while. That’s strange, he thinks; surely I don’t feel that way, don’t I?

But he looks down on her again, and the way her hair would sweep from her face to her neck, the way her skin feels—soft, amazing—and the way she sounds whenever he fucks her—he thinks that no one could ever compare to the way she makes him feel.

And then it hit him like a truck—fast, swift, unknowing.

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angelltheninth · 3 months

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Restrained by Fade's Nightmare Shadows

Pairing: Fade x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, restraints, dom/sub dynamic, strap-on, gentle sex, slight fear play

A/N: I'm not afraid of her powers cause I know she'll be there to make it all better.

Being enveloped in what looked like smoke but had the strength of chains was on odd feeling. It didn't hurt but it did make your heart go wild. The shadows coiled around your wrists, pinning them up, around your neck, making you gasp, around your stomach, pinning your down, around your legs, spreading them open.

You were fully naked, exposed, rendered immobile. And most of all... having your pussy spread open by Hazal's strap. "So tense. It's still me, sweetheart. I'm right here with you." Her smooth voice sent goosebumps up your body but you only clenched harder. "It's alright." She cooed. "I'm here to make you feel good."

Hazal's rough, tattooed fingers rubbed your clit in slow and close circles until your hips started rolling up to her hand and strap-on. Reaching your hands out you sneaked them up her muscled forearms, tracing her tattoos with shaking fingers.

She chuckled as she pushed her hips against yours, "There you go. Nice and easy does it. I'm gonna make you feel so good. So good for me. You deserve it after trusting me with your body like this."

"I'm yours. At your mercy." The corners of her lips turned upwards as you started meeting her thrusts more often, barely able to move but with each thrust the shadows around your legs loosened, ending around your ankles, keeping your legs open but not restraining your lower half. "Take me." You couldn't be scared when Hazal's mismatched eyes looked at you like you were her everything.

Or when her hand pressed over your stomach, making your breath stop mid moan as you felt the pressure from both inside and outside. "Then, I'll take until you have nothing left to give." Fear rushed through you, followed by the tightening of shadows again, your pussy sucking the toy in despite what your body was telling you.

No, you were safe, you were safe because Hazal was the one fucking you, looking at you and loving you.

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nyctophiliq · 10 months

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✮ ┆ keeping up appearances with sage !

a/n I just love making up shits like this, a mini series that i am starting now and

cw for MDNI, nsfw content, female bodied reader, clothed sex, office sex ( with door not locked ), fingering, mention of jett, (cross-posted on ao3)

your head was throbbing, the small letters and the bright lights putting a strain on both your brain and eyes as you struggled to fill out the report card for the last mission you took part in. there were some complications with killjoy’s tech that caused some problems, but you had no idea how to compose what happened in a professional manner.

you sighed heavily, taking off your glasses and rubbing the bridge of your nose. you couldn’t focus at all. this was a mess; you needed a good rest or something. after a few moments, you groan and slam your hands down on the desk and played with the thought of just giving up and maybe trying again tomorrow. but you were determined to get it done now so you didn't have the same headache you are having right now; you didn’t really have much else to do anyway.

"something on your mind?" the husky, seductive voice of your girlfriend, accompanied by soft footsteps and gentle touches against your shoulders. "just some paperwork I have to finish", you mumble, "need to figure out a way to describe what happened with killjoy's nano..."

"you should take a break, leave it for tomorrow." she sits beside you, placing her chin on your shoulder. "i need to at least have an idea how to write this." you sigh and lean into her touch. it helped soothe the pain away from your temples.

sage hums as her arms wrap around the middle of your torso, her hands running up and down your stomach with touches light as a feather. she kisses behind your ear gently, her breath warm against your skin. you get lost in the tingling sensation of her breath on your neck, so much so that you don't even notice her fingers pushing under the rim of your pants, playing with the button before undoing it. you let out a quiet moan when she slides her hand between your legs, running her finger against your panties slowly and lovingly. you close your eyes, allowing yourself to be consumed by the feeling.

"sage..." you breathily moan as you place your hand on top of hers, through your pants. "no complaining, no resisting." her other hand moves up to your breasts, massaging them softly and teasingly while kissing your skin sweetly. you feel her mouth open slightly, a small smile appearing on her face. you can practically hear her smirking as she continues to massage your breasts, causing you to gasp softly. "yes, just like that, baby," she whispers against your lips, and you can feel her smile grow wider at your reaction.

"the d-door...?" you pant as you feel her fingers pick up a faster pace, pushing your panties between your pussy lips and pressing up against your clit. she chuckles lightly, her fingers now moving your panties to the side then inside you without any hesitance.

"fuck.." she mumbles as she feels your body clenching around her fingers. you throw your head back as you grab onto the edge of your desk tightly. she stops her fingers for a moment before pulling them back out of you quickly, and then thrusts herself back inside, pumping into you forcefully. you can feel the warmth spreading all over your body, a slight pressure building up inside your core. "sage…" you groan loudly, gripping the edge of the desk tighter.

"you need to stop talking or they are gonna catch us." she says quietly, still pushing in and out of you roughly. "so i'll keep going while you try to be quiet, okay?" she asks and pumps her fingers a bit more forcefully than necessary. you feel tears springing up in your eyes and squeeze your eyes shut.

you are just about to give her an answer, or were trying to when a knock on the sliding door interrupted your train of thought.

"y/n, are you in your office?" you heard jett from the other side of the door. a little groan left you, remembering the last time she interrupted the two of you and actually caught a glimpse of you in such a compromising position. you could hardly deny that you enjoyed sharing it with someone that sage was with you in more ways than one but come on.... a little privacy? shouldn't be complaining at all though, she at least knocked this time.

"where are your manners, baobei?" sage whispers in your ear, stopping her long trust and changing it up with short, forced knuckles bumping against your exposed bundle of nerves. you shake your head, humming a no, trying to get her to just let it go and make you cum already.

"y-yes..." your voice shakes a little, but you hope the distance and the thick metal door would help hide your embarrassment from jett who probably just found you in a state of undress. sage chuckles lowly and continues. you try your best to breathe steadily and ignore the slight sting from the pain on your thighs and the fact that you felt your orgasm rising dangerously close to your surface.

"great, i was wondering of how the report was coming along for you because i am struggling big times." she laughs a little, and if her words weren't enough to make you want to bang your head against the wall, her tone definitely did. it was torture and now you couldn't even get away from the situation.

"nothing too concrete, uhm... i'm j-just packing up t-to go." you get the words out somehow with sage's lips kissing along your neck, her two fingers still hardly moving inside you. you feel the wetness dripping from your hole, and you swear you can feel her smiling against your skin.

"alright then, I'll see you at dinner." you heard the fading voice of the young agent and you let out a sigh of relief, not just because now you could be rather loud, but because it meant sage would finally give you what you really wanted. an orgasm.

your muscles contract painfully, and you grit your teeth, feeling your walls tightening around sage's fingers. you feel your eyes roll back and your knees weaken as you feel your orgasm slowly but surely approaching the point where you would explode and release everything you had inside you. you feel your body tense up at the thought, your hips jerking upwards slightly as you reach the high you were so desperate for.

"fuck s-sage, fuck ah!" you curse, head hanging low as a loud cry leaves your lips. sage takes a moment to calm you down, licking her lips in satisfaction. she pulls out of you with a smile, letting all your juices to be soaked up by your panties and pants. you first turn your head to look at her before your body follows, a lustful smirk and red cheeks greet you. she grins widely at you and wraps her arm around your neck, helping you up on the desk. you hug her tightly before sitting up straight and fixing yourself up. "good?" sage asks with a wink, and a playful smile, clearly enjoying making you squirm. you sigh deeply and nod in response as you lay your head on her shoulder, inhaling her in as you enjoy the last few moments of your orgasm.

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kittenfrostt · 1 year

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May I ask for NSFW Alphabet HCs with Yoru from Valorant?

warnings ;; filthy smut

art by @/ShkretArt on twt

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Let’s be real, this man is not the best candidate when it comes to aftercare. He can sometimes be a selfish lover, and will think you can probably take care of yourself. It’s not in a mean way– he just doesn’t think he’s going to do a good job. You can ask him, and he might be a bit moody about it but he’ll help you out in any way you ask if you’re sweet about it. He just can’t resist that pretty, fucked out expression of yours.

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B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part on his own body is definitely his hair. Hes always combing through it, making sure its perfectly styled at all times.

On you, I can definitely see him as loving either your boobs or your ass, anywhere he can bite or suck on. He wouldn’t admit it to you, but he thinks every part of you is beautiful. There are just certain parts that really get him going.

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C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Messy, messy boy. Likes to cum all over or inside of you with your consent of course. He likes to make a bit of a mess, eager to see your face or body dripping in his cum. It just makes you look so pretty, and its kinda one of his ways of marking you. He’ll sit and stare as it drips out of your pretty hole, opting to push it back into you, or eat you out after he cums. For girls he loves when you squirt, being doused in your arousal wakes something primal in him each time. For boys he definitely likes to see you cum all over the sheets, or his chest when he’s fucking you. Que the ‘I didn’t even have to touch it,’ With a cocky grin.

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D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He loves to watch porn sometimes. Maybe even a naughty video or picture of you is enough to help make him cum.

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E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I’d say he has pretty good experience. He’s used to the casual hookup and never talking again type beat. Though he leads you on to thinking he knows more than he actually does, there’s no way he’s going to embarrass himself in front of you. He likes to keep his cocky, cool complexion like he has everything under control.

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F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

It would probably be between doggy and cowgirl. On one end, he likes to see your face shoved into the pillow, back arched nice and pretty for him to pound into you from the back. On the other end, he likes to see you ride him with wild abandon, your body trembling from exertion above him after he’s made you ride him for long periods of time on end. He’ll have one arm behind his head, a sly grin on his features as he praises you, ‘Come on my little doll, you can keep goin. Just keep moving your hips like that,’

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G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

I’d say he’s more serious when it comes to intimacy. He’s not much the goofy type at all outside of sex, I don;t think it would change during.

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H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc. )

As stated earlier, this man always make sure he’s well groomed. He keeps his hair neatly trimmed, and yes the carpet does in fact match the drapes. Though it’s more of a darker blue.

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I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s not a big passionate lover, more of a selfish, primal and rough kind of guy. At first it’s just a mission to get you and himself off, but the more you two spend time together, I believe you two will share more intimate moments together. Something deeper than just sloppy, rough sex.

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J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

More times than he should. He likes to do it in front of you, watching you squirm as he strokes himself to the sight of your naked body. But he does have his moments where he’ll jack off if he;s on his own, if he’s too horny to wait he’ll throw on some porn and get himself off.

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K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He loves spanking, and a bit of a brat tamer. He would definitely be a fan of things such as ropes, collars, etc. Anything to make you look like his pretty little fuck doll he adores. He also more than likely has a ‘daddy’ kink, though he’d never openly admit it. Very into dom/sub relationships. Hair pulling is something he’s into, wether he’s the one receiving it, or he’s the one tugging you back to him by your roots. Add in some choking, this man believes his hand is your best necklace. Also a huge fan of orgasm denial.

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L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere tbh. He doesn’t really have a favorite place, he’ll take you in a public bathroom if need be. This man does NOT care.

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M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Begging. Huge weakness for begging. It really gets him going. He also likes clinginess despite his front that he finds it annoying. When you latch onto him, it awakens something possessive in him and never ceases to get him going. Also when you touch his nipples or chest it triggers him almost instantly.

Bratty behavior is also something he's into. He just likes the excuse you fuck it right out of you.

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N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Not much honestly. He wouldn’t be into anything extreme, including scat or something of that sort. He’s also not a huge fan of roleplay. He’d refuse to sub for you, and it would take a lot of convincing to get him to reluctantly agree.

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O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He enjoys both, but his preference is definitely receiving. He could fuck your throat for hours if given the chance. He just loves to see his pretty baby gag on his cock with tears dripping down their cheeks. :(

He’s great with his mouth and fingers, and will ensure to give you multiple orgasms when he gives you oral.

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P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

His usual pace is fast and rough, but sometimes he’ll slow the pace only to taunt you, have you begging him to go faster. It fuels him to no end.

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Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Doesn’t mind them at all. Will do it anytime of the day you want to.

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R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’s very willing to experiment, and he loves the thrill of taking risks. The thought of the two of you getting caught by another agent is something he’d love to see. The embarrassed look on your features after the matter.

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S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

. Many, many rounds. This man travels through dimensions in his free time, he can last for long hours if need be. Very high stamina, and trust me when I tell you he will use every bit of in on his pretty little doll.

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T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Yes absolutely. He owns toys to use on his partner and will use them when he feels like edging you or watching you fall apart beneath him, showing him just how much of a lil slut you are even without him touching you.

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U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Yoru is very mean, very unfair lover. He loves to edge you, punish you, you name it. One of the biggest teases ever. He finds enjoyment in it. He just likes to be in charge.

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V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He can sometimes loud, but it mainly limits to grunts or groans. Maybe on a very good day, he’ll give out a little whimper. Expect it to be very lowkey, and if you catch it he’ll deny it to the ends of the Earth.

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W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Soft groans came from the male as he stared down at your kneeled figure, nose buried in his pelvis as he bullies his cock down your throat. “Look at that– taking me so well,” He’d purr out, his grip on your hair unmoving as he bobs your head up and down the length of his cock. He could hear the soft gags and squelches of your salivated mouth sucking him off, the noises like music to his ears. “Aww pretty doll, don’t tell me your crying,” He’d taunt, one of his thumbs moving to swipe a tear that fell down your soft cheeks from your throat being abused. Your vision was hazy as you gazed up with half lidded eyes, drool dripping down your chin and onto the ground as you take him deep into your throat. You whine around him, and he grunts at the vibrating sensation. His grip on your hair tightens, and the way you stare up at him has him practically throbbing. “Thats it doll– just keep looking at me just like that,” He’d groan out, face locked onto yours as the mix of his precum and saliva drip down your chin, Just the sight had him thrusting a few times into your mouth. “Letting me use that warm little throat of yours, my little cum slut,” He cooed out, forcing your head back down to take all of him in your mouth. “Show me how bad you want my cum,” He challenged you, a slight grin on his features as he felt the warm flesh of your tongue circling around his base.

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X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s got a pretty lean, athletic build. He isn’t super buff, but strong enough to maneuver you how he pleases.

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Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Moderately high. This poor little horn dog, always needing relief.

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Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He’s usually up for another hour or so before he falls asleep, and he never falls asleep before you do. He wants to exert you to the very limit, and admire his work as you sleep peacefully beside him.

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