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cyphertripping · 2 years

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Hello. I'm new to your blog and love your cypher post. Can I have an where the reader is filled with despair and wants everyone to feel the despair?Cypher knows how it feels, having faced despair so many times in his past, and wants to fill the reader with hope. Of course, this is a bit difficult because the reader is filled with despair and too ready to kill for despair.Let's overcome despair and take steps towards a hopeful future with Cypher. I hope I have been able to express my request in the most correct way because it is not my language and clearly too much danganronpa came to my mind when making this request.

sorry for the wait! i hope you like the direction i took the fic with :) (i’ve never played danganronpa tho sorry :,D)

Despair

Word Count: 1k+

Angst (happy ending)

In your line of work, there’s not much room for socialization. You get the job, get the kill, show your employer, and get the money. Rinse, wash, and repeat.

But somewhere over the years, the grief and blood stopped washing off. Until, you met him.

At first, the Valorant Protocol was just another job with a slightly longer timeline. Get in the site, kill the mirror agents, get out. Nobody blows up, and you stave off the despair a little longer. Everyone goes home happy, except those on your list. Every mission was a purpose, otherwise, you might just spend the rest of your day in bed.

You run into Cypher for the first time in the common kitchen, at 3 am.

“Another sleepless soul?” He asks, over a steaming cup of black coffee. It’s a bit overly masochistic even for you to drink coffee at that time— you’re intrigued.

You stay silent, nodding. You know his name from the briefing Brimstone gave you. You know enough not to poke the sleeping dog— Cypher, Moroccan information broker. Has dirt on everyone, probably even you. You head back to your room, forgetting what you had come out for in the first place, and that was it.

The two of you keep meeting, at the base, on missions, at odd hours. Always a kind or teasing word from Cypher— you find it hard to believe this man takes anything seriously at all. You tell him as much one night, over drinks and cheap wine bought from an inconspicuous corner store near the place you’ve been sent for the mission.

He laughs. “Sometimes. Always have to keep them guessing, hm?”

You scowl, clearly not satisfied with the answer. “It’s hard to trust someone who doesn’t take themself seriously. You’re going to hurt someone someday with that attitude,” you warn.

Something blue glimmers in his hands— a tripwire, you realize. He flicks it around, toying with it like a coin. “At some point . . . you learn to take things less seriously, hm?” he finally says. He shakes his head. “Ah, there I go lecturing again. I’d best get back to my room. We’re still working on that blackmailer issue.”

You frown, concerned. You know lots of sensitive information has come out about the agents. None about you so far, but you knew Cypher had been exposed. Lately, he was working around the clock to try to track the blackmailer down, and always seemed more tired.

But you couldn't find the words to say and instead watched him walk away— his back suddenly seemed quite small.

Something changes one mission. You freeze at the edge of a wispy path of red tendrils that slowly disappear. You know it’s one of the enemy agent’s abilities— a new one— and think nothing of it, when you hear a loud cry.

It’s quickly muffled, but you recognize the voice— Cypher.

You see a trail of red leading somewhere and follow it to where the man is crouched. He’s huddled behind boxes, his chest rising and falling. The light behind his mask’s goggles seem dim, like he’s somewhere else.

“Nora,” he whispers, unseeing of you.

You’re starting to get concerned. You kneel and grasp his shoulder, “Cypher? Can you hear me?”

He sits, unresponsive but for a pained grunt. You quickly look him over— he seems uninjured, but for the trail that leads to him.

“Agent! Do you copy? Some mirror agents are heading your way,” your comms buzz.

You answer, “yeah, I copy, Brim. Cypher’s out though— one of the agents got to him.”

“We’ll have Sage head over to you, make sure to watch yourself,” Brimstone warns.

Immediately after, you hear the crunch of footsteps on gravel. They’re here. You turn around and the red trail has faded mostly, but Cypher remains frozen, trembling slightly. The desire to protect him wells up in you, shocking you in its strength.

It’s more than just the sense of obligation of a job, for money. You . . . want to protect this man— who you’ve shared drinks with, occasionally laughed with.

You hadn’t wanted to protect anyone or anything for a long, long time.

You readied your rifle, positioning yourself away from Cypher so he didn’t get caught in the crossfire. You shot a couple of bullets in warning. You had a feeling those red trails had led them right to you, but that wouldn’t stop you from trying to hold them off.

The first agent to clear the corner, you nail in the shoulder and then the chest— they stumble back.

“Come on! Get me, I’m right here!” You scream, not caring anymore.

But then two more round it and you feel the bullets rip into you. Your shoulder, then your stomach. You can’t move, lest they find Cypher. You fire the rest of your magazine and reload as fast as you can, ignoring the trickle of blood down your arm.

God, the pain burns, but a part of you is . . . relieved. Dying meant the pain was over, the nightmares over. You get ready to take aim and make one final stand, when a wall of white covers your vision.

You blink, looking up, realizing it’s the barrier of Cypher’s cages.

“Cypher—?”

“Come— quickly. It’ll drop soon,” he whispers, grabbing you and heading down the back site.

Once the two of you have found a different position, you look at him again.

“What . . . happened back there?” You finally say.

He laughs dryly. “Well, you saved my ass. Then I saved yours. Also, here— for the bleeding.” He offers you a thick pad of bandages, which you press to your stomach, hissing. At least it didn’t feel like it hit anything too major. Sage wasn’t going to be pleased though.

“But, what happened to you? You were saying something about ‘Nora’?” You ask, knowing you’re touching a difficult subject. With all the jests and conversations you’ve had with Cypher, you’ve never heard him actually mention someone from his past.

You can sense the tension in his frame.

“Nora . . . she was someone very close to me, once. But she’s gone now,” he says, soft. “Whatever that agent’s abilities were— I saw her. But it wasn’t the same— it wasn’t them . . .”

You feel the dam break in you and suddenly tears are welling up in your eyes. “I— I’m so sorry, Cypher. I said so many rude things to you. I didn’t realize—”

Cypher cut you off with a tutting sound. “Ah, shh, it’s okay. It’s in the past, hm?” He pauses, looking at you solemnly. “It’s all in the past.”

He grasps your shoulder and hoists you up as Sage and Brimstone round the corner. “We move forward together, yes?” he murmurs to you.

You look back at him, reevaluating. Amir el Amari— not the man you were expecting him to be.

Yes, one day you would move on from everything, from your past. Learn to live with it all. And you wouldn’t be alone.

For the first time in a long time, you feel hope.

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floppydiskettess · 1 year

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VALORANT AGENTS REACTING TO THEIR S/O GETTING INJURED ON A MISSION

featuring - sage, killjoy, cypher, yoru, sova, gekko, viper

a/n : cyphers part contains a lot of angst and alcohol talk. i couldnt let it ALL be fluff 😋

✮~ Sage ~✮

literally the sweetest ever, but this doesn't need to be said

if its a minor injury, she will definitely be giving you a talk about being safer and how to prevent that from happening

"but what if it was something more serious? something even I couldn't heal? you must be more careful angel."

if her s/o was harmed badly, she would do two things.

one, she would immedietely drop everything and rush towards healing you, this woman will stay up all night trying to heal you and make sure that there is not so much as a scratch left on your body. she would definitely overwork herself but making sure you are alright is all that matters.

two, the second you are stable and resting, she is going to find out whichever enemy agent hurt you and fuck. them. up.

im talking full battle sage, she will have no mercy if the injury they caused was threatening enough.

she may excude sweet and kind energy but she is one scary lady when the people she loves are harmed

she knows exactly how damaged a body must be for it to be unfixable.

"I'm so sorry I couldn't be there my dear, but they won't be hurting you again."

she will be watching you carefully, even asking brimstone to take you off of missions for a short time or asking him to keep an eye on you.

she doesn't know what she would do if she lost you..

☻︎~ Killjoy ~︎︎☹︎

she blames herself, how could she not? she designed most of the stuff...it must be a error in her inventions.

she will work night and day trying to figure out what happened. was it a weapon error? did the gun she designed for you malfunction? oh no was she to blame for anyone elses injuries?!

it would take a lot of reassurance for her to calm down. after all, this wouldn't have happened if she had been more careful...right?

"Mein gott...you scared me. I thought I lost you schatzi..."

she is going to be by your side after sage discharges you from her infirmary. expect lots of physical affection (if your comfortable with it.) and care.

she will treat you as if you were glass about to break. you will not be doing any chores while you recover.

oh you need to work on a mission report? its already finished and submitted. you are hungry? she would cook a lovely meal her parents would make her when she was sick. (with the help of some other agents...shes probaly not a great cook lets be honest..)

"KJ...Sage gave me the all clear! I can do it!"

" Nein nein! You are going to rest mein Häschen! I don't want you straining yourself!"

♖~ Cypher ~♖

if you get injured, be it minor or major. this man will WORRY.

he already lost everything, he cannot lose you either. if he did...he would have nothing.

when sage showed up at his door covered in blood and bruises. he knew something went wrong.

you told him you were going on a small mission. just an in and out radianite extraction at an abandoned lab. he had no reason to worry...right?

when he heard what had happened, he was devastated. what was supposed to be a quick mission turned out to be a setup. what makes it worse? you were alone at your site.

he will be thinking the worst. what if you...? if he had only done a more detailed check on the lab...maybe he could have protected you. but he didn't. he feels like he failed.

you spend weeks in the recovery bay, lying unconcious.

he spends those weeks without you in his lab drinking the memories away and trying to figure out what happened.

he just cannot function with the thought of losing you at the back of his mind at all times.

he knows he was caught when viper appears at his doorway with a concerned glare and a solemn looking sage in tow. he can't remember most of it, but viper was worried? about him?

soon he was also transported to sages infirmary. getting put on nutrients and oxygen. it was obvious he was not taking care of himself without your presence

when you wake up, he would be right there cradling your cheek with his hand. his mask nowhere in sight. all that matters was that you were safe now

"يا حياتي..i was so scared i lost you"

he will never forget his past, but he looks forward to his future with you.

can you tell i like cypher guys :)

☁︎~ Yoru ~☁︎

do not even get me started on this man

he would be extremely angry.

but is it at you, the others, or maybe himself?"

upon hearing the news, he would immediately check on you. seeing your unconcious body just makes something in him snap. the thought that someone had done this to you...he plants a soft kiss to your temple, before storming out of the infirmary.

for the next few days, he would lash out at everyone around him. sage came around to bring him some food as he had not left his room and he just...lost it.

he wasn't even sure who he was yelling at, who he was blaming for what happened. poor sage looked petrified and the others seemed to gather the idea yoru didn't want to be talked too right now.

with no word from anybody about your condition, he lay down on his bed and cried numbly. every night he would teleport into where sage had kept you to heal. he would sit in silence staring at your asleep face before always kissing your forehead goodbye. in hopes that somehow, you would wake up.

he went to your room and grabbed some sweaters of yours, every night he slept with them for comfort, clinging onto them as if they were going to leave him too.

when you wake up, he won't care about keeping his mysterious "badass" persona up. he will be at your side holding your hand and crying.

"please be more careful 私の日光...i don't know what i would do if i lost you."

when sage discharges you, he will be glued to you. he will simple little things for you (such as opening doors for you.)

his love language is definitely acts of service

if you teased him about this though, he will never admit to it.

he will be doing simple things such as cooking meals, cleaning up, and helping you finish any work you have

he is so domestic

he may not be super outwardly affectionate, but with each small favour he does for you he is putting all of his love into it.

𖦹~ Sova ~𖦹

sova is literally the most caring boyfriend...like ever..

if its a minor injury, he will treat it (if sage and skye are off on a mission).

he will definitely lightly scold you, not to be mean! just because he hates seeing you hurt and in pain.

"ангел. please be more careful next time..you know i hate seeing you upset."

if it was a major injury though, he is relatively the same.

he isn't scared to cry infront of the others, when he gets the news that your mission went south he was crying into sages shoulder.

he would stay with you the entire recovery. sage had to keep kicking him out at nighttime but eventually she realized she couldn't stop him. she simply would bring meals for him whenever he would forget to eat.

he would sit and tell you about his day, how the missions were going, even the silly schenanigans that the younger agents were pulling

"yoru tried to get revenge on phoenix for his prank but it went so bad ангел. he entered his rift and jumped out to scare him, but reyna happened to have just been passing by! she was absolutely livid родная. i have never seen our dear riftwalker so terrified!" he chuckled

when you woke up, he was still there lightly snoring against the chair sage had brought him.

when he woke up, he was thrilled, his eyes immediately lighting up like a childs

"have you been sitting here the whole time?"

"of course my dear. as if i would leave you."

߷~ Gekko ~߷

as the newest agent, he hasn't known you for very long. your relationship was coming up to a few months old but he hadn't told you how much he loved you yet.

so naturally, when he heard you were injured he was terrified

he knew this job was dangerous! he just never thought it would be you getting injured...he also never really thought of anyone getting badly injured

he was training with harbour when he overheard a mission going wrong...a mission you were on.

he would rush to the infirmary overloading sage with questions about you

"Sage!! Finally...que pasó?? Neon told me something happened on the mission?!"

Appariently, you had gotten caught in a fight with the enemy Breach and he hit you with his aftershock.

He didn't know much about Breach, but he knew that man had quite a bit of strength in his abilities (being like...bionic you know?"

After some skillful and strategic convincing (pathetic and annoying begging) Sage agreed to take him to see you.

When he caught sight of you lying in the bed staring up at the ceiling, he let out a big sigh he didn't even know he was holding.

"Mi sol! Oh mierda I was so worried! What happened?"

He would be sitting patiently listening to you explain what happened. All while staring at you softly.

"Shooottt...sounds like you had a busy mission! I am just happy you made it back cariño."

☠︎︎~ Viper ~ ☠︎︎

if you were minorly injured, it was probably from tinkering with her poison vials and one leaked onto your fingers

after hearing your grunt in pain, she turns around and her eyes widen, rushing towards you.

"Idiot, I said not to touch anything!"

she swears under her breath before wiping it away and rubbing some sort of cream onto your hand

"Honestly..who would touch something containing poison WITHOUT protection?"

her biggest fear? her poison causing you harm.

so what if a mission were to go wrong and you happened to step into a bubble of her poison?

it was a genuine wrong place wrong time situation. she had a poison bubble deployed and sitting on the ground, as she activated it she looked up to see your frame walking overtop of it.

she shouts to get you to move, but you don't hear her in time. next thing she knows, you are on the ground out cold with green and purple lines all over your face.

she quickly would call for backup, holding you tight but trying to avoid the chemical burns.

when she is back to safety, she rushes to sage's infirmary with your barely warm body in her arms

unfortunately, the poison had seeped into some open wounds you had. causing it to spread throught your body. viper leaves sage alone to do her job, pacing back and forth outside.

she knew how strong her poison could be, but she also knew how strong your body was. you would survive. you had too.

after a few hours, a tired sage walks out and nods, signaling it went well.

viper rushed into the room and immediately looked at your sleeping face, wincing at the fading bloodshot lines on your face.

"i'm so sorry love..please wake up soon"

she would wait by your side holding your hand and occasionally planting soft kisses to the back of your hand.

she knew you would be ok, but she couldn't help but feel bad that her miscommunication and carelessness caused this to happen to you.

when you wake up, she would be whispering soft apologies into your ear

"i promise...you will never feel this pain again my dear."

a/n : holy shit guys!!!! this took a while!! i spent a good 4 hours writing all this JDJSBSJSKSKSN its probably cringe im sorry

but yeah! i tried my best to write this with a gender neutral reader in mind but in some of these its definitely a bit more fem reader leaning! also i do not speak any of the languages spoken in this so if i made a mistake or used something wrong PLEASE let me know so I can fix it!!!

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l0serloki · 3 months

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Yo! Can I ask for Cypher, Gekko, and Sova x reader who loves affection? As in, they love head pats, and when they get hugs they will just snuggle and melt? The gender of the reader doesn't matter. Thanks! 😊

Affection!

(Cypher, Gekko, Sova)

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Cypher :

Cypher wasn’t used to getting such affection before you. And now he doesn’t want to ever live without it.

He will constantly try and convince you to come sit in his office so he can snuggle with you as he ‘researches’.

He loves nuzzling into your neck and feeling your hands pat around his face as he feigns his attention to his computer.

He even makes not so subtle nudges when you try to stop. If you tease him he will eventually ask why you quit.

“Where do you think you are going, little bug?” Cypher’s voice rang out as you squirmed in his lap. Your arms wrapped back around his neck as you looked up.

“Nowhere, just getting more comfy.” You smiled as your hands worked at his taut muscles. A soft sigh left his mouth as he relaxed against his work chair. Cyphers head leaned down to rest in the crook of your neck as he continued to type away at his computer.

After a bit you laid your hands to rest as he got more into his work. Within seconds of you taking a break you heard the nerd grunt and peer back at you. You raise an eyebrow and continue to rest against him. He nudges your hand lightly with an awkward cough. You could only laugh at his subtle attempt to ask for more.

“Is that better?” You coo as your hands work around his mask, fingers pressing against the soft flesh of his face.

“Much better.”

Gekko :

He LOVES attention and physical affection. I mean look at how he treats his little pals! You know he has such a loving soul.

He’s always wanting to be next to you, holding your hand, or even in your arms. He will pout if he is not.

Refuses to sleep without you and on nights you’re away on missions and calls so he can at least hear your voice. He makes sure to let you know it’s nothing compared to cuddling. And that you owe him double.

He absolutely melts when you baby him as well. Pinching at his cheeks and rubbing at his head are a major weakness. But he makes you swear not to tell anyone else.

“Babe I’m right here.” Gekko pouted as he watched you pat wingman. Your grin grew as you noticed his ever-growing jealousy.

“Does Wingman not deserve love?” You tease out as you turn over to your boyfriend. His eyes widened for a moment before his lips turned down.

“That’s not what I meant.. Wingman deserves the best. But I do too, babe.” Gekko tries to nudge his way in between the gooey pet and you. You only laugh and Wingman makes a noise as you welcome him into the family hug.

“You’re so needy. Isnt he, Wingman?” You voice and the slime only makes an agreeing sound. Gekko gasps as he smacks at your arm lightly.

“It’s not needy if I am your boyfriend! It’s the tax for being mine! And not cool Wingman! You’re supposed to be backing me up!”

Sova :

Sova loves affection. It helps make him feel grounded and helps him know you’re not leaving.

He completely relaxes and melts in your arms when you hug him from behind. He loves being cradled. Not that he would fully admit it out loud.

He also loves when you play with his hair. He turns into a little golden retriever if you scratch at his head. He can’t help it, it just feels too good!

He loves giving it back as well. He always makes sure to give you reassuring squeezes and some back scratches here and there.

You smiled as you walked into the main hall of HQ. You had just got back from a meeting when you saw Sova standing near the table patching up his drone. Taking the opportunity to strike, your arms wrapped around his torso. A soft gasp left his lips as he looked over at you and tossed his arm around you.

“Dove, you are back early. This is a lovely surprise.” His smile was infectious as his hand rubbed away at your shoulder. You only squeezed tighter against him as you nuzzled into his side.

“Let me finish fixing the drone and then we can go rest. Does that sound good?” Sova questioned and you could only nod. You would never give up a chance to hold your sweet boyfriend in your arms.

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2kiran · 8 months

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Hiii, I do not know if your request are open or if you even take request (feel free to ignore this if not) but I would like to see a sub Cypher with a dom m!reader if thats okay :"" (some overstim if that's okay too)

Sorry and thank you at the same time, have a wonderful morning/evening/afternoon/night !!! :]

note + cw i love cypher so much and yeah, i do take requests. amir “cypher” el amari x you. bratty!sub cypher. dom male reader. slapping ( once ). hint of crying. implied overstimulation.

cypher recently returned to the base after a mission. he missed you, nearly two weeks passed since he has last seen you. the tapping of his boots bounced off the walls as he retreated to your room. he didn’t even need to think, the countless days of spending hours in your arms shifted into muscle memory. that’s where he is now. in your room, in your bed, in your hold as he was stripped of his pants and underwear. “ugh, mmh... hah,” he groaned, gloved hands grasping at the pillow under his head. “you’re... you’re lucky i’m generous or-or else i wouldn’t have let you fuck me.” you deliver a sharp slap to his ass in response, rewarded with a surprised moan of his. cypher was still in his usual attire, his hat not even discarded.

your cock was deep inside of him, just resting against his prostate. “i’m not the one who dropped down to my knees.” you retort, pace slow. he was already one orgasm in, and his body felt so tired. he whimpered as he felt the movements of your hips speed up. always so sensitive. cypher sniffled, unaware of the wetness on his cheeks. “ah, you’re g’nna break one of my cam’ras.” he slurred, even though he knew he wouldn’t care afterwards. just keep bullying your cock into his wet heat and he’ll forget it. ♡

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jojikawa · 1 year

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VALORANT SHIP DYNAMICS 2 💟

Ships: Sova, Fade, Sage, Cypher, Kayo, Omen (again)

This is completely for fun and not to be taken to seriously! 🌟

SOVA

Thinks you are a goddess

Sends you selfies of him and his grandmother. He talks to her about you as well. Brings you her cooking.

Is awkward but you can’t tell bc he’s so cool. You find him very charming.

Mildly protective bc he doesn’t want to be overbearing.

Is the type to want to have alone time in the private quarters of the protocol to drink hot cocoa!

Forehead kisses

Wants to teach you Russian

FADE

Your goth gf

Protects you from nightmares

Tsundere! Acts like you smother her but she really craves the affection. She is very touch starved.

Is always your rock when you need comfort from anxiety/panic attacks.

Forehead touching ❤️

Thinks you’re too good for her. Too innocent for valorant too.

Refuses to let Chamber talk to you. He’s too flirty. Pheonix too

Kissing is her favorite thing to do.

CYPHER

Literally so depressed and exhausted with everyone but you always seem to cheer him up.

Doesn’t really get why you give him time when he believes your precious time could be spent on anyone else

Gets flushed when you ask about his tech or when you express concern when it’s broken.

Respects your privacy and doesn’t spy on you.

Let’s you see his face…once.

Gets super flushed when you go on about how cute he is!

Calls you pets in Arabic like كيتي (kitty/kitten)

SAGE

You are the reason she makes difficult decisions and wants to get stronger

Mommy gf ofc. Makes your bed and does your laundry.

Cooks for you. Packs lunches.

Eskimo kisses + hand holding (falls asleep holding your hand) 🥹

Heals you first no matter what

Takes the time to learn how to do your hair

Random gift giving. Her love language is LITERALLY DOING EVERYTHING.

KAYO

Forgets that he’s a machine when he’s with you. You make him feel things that do beyond the shackles of his AI.

Let’s you hold and even throw his knife.

Regularly threatens the other agents over you. Especially Reyna.

Wonders what if you’d like him as a flesh person.

Urges to teach you self defense. He’s lost so many and he doesn’t want to lose you too 😭

Replays cute past events in his memory files while you’re sleeping. And is always storing new ones.

Can’t lie to him bc he documents everything. He can always detect when something is wrong.

More OMEN

Is a private guy so he will only ever agree to hold you when no agents are around. If you’re really needy he’ll smoke you two for privacy. Probably finds more comfort on it than you do!

Has a hard time with his whole shadows situation and not being able to remember himself before “omen” but believes that if he has you then he’s okay how it is.

Tries to be funny…fails. His voice makes the punchline go over your head.

Sends you emails to your protocol device when your away too long.

Doesn’t allow you to go on any missions alone or he is a nervous wreck.

I’ll add more soon! These are fun to write before bed.☺️ I gotta find more of these cute pictures! I get them all from Pinterest so I can’t exactly credit the original artists. Hopefully they don’t mind! - Maron!

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valorantmenheadcanons · 1 month

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Innocent and shy masc reader has an incredibly dirty search history and an even worse taste in porn, has a large collection of order receipts from bad dragon. Cypher goes snooping and finds this all out? They have a little "chat" about network security -🐩

this is like my biggest fear except with my parents accidentally opening one of my packages. its either shampoo or a toy gnmsfgns

cw: suggestive, mentions of Corn, technically kind of cyberstalking? it's cypher what do u expect

wc: 718

It's late when you hear a soft knock at your door. You put your phone down on the bed, wondering who's on the other side of the door, especially at this hour. You hope it isn't a call for a last minute mission- the last thing you want right now is to be in a plane in a matter of minutes, geared up to fight.

When you open the door, you're greeted to the sight of a familiar beige figure, standing just a little too close. Cypher never seemed to mind getting in other people's space as long as he was the one doing it; invade his and he'd scamper off in seconds. His blue mechanical eyes scan over you quickly, though in a way that reminds you of someone checking for weapons rather than looking appreciatively.

"I need to talk to you about something," the man chirps, inviting himself inside your room before you can say anything. He slides by you with a careful hand on your shoulder, the leathery material of his gloves cool against your skin. You flush a little at the contact, fleeting but strangely electrifying. You shut your door behind him, folding your arms over your chest as you turn around to face him. You assume he's going to ask for a favour of some kind, or he wants to steal a piece of machinery from you, again, but you're really not in the mood to humour his requests, tired, and a little cranky because of it. Cypher pauses for a moment, hand half-raised in the air like he's trying to figure out exactly what he wants to say. "You know that I am very technology proficient, yes?"

You nod, frowning at the opening. He's usually pretty straightforward when he's asking for something.

"Come on, everyone knows to delete it afterwards. Are you trying to tease me?" Cypher's voice is smooth, peppy and cheerful but calculated, any hint of hesitancy gone. He's talking to you the same way he chides his opponents in a fight he's already won. The realisation sends a shiver up your spine- he knows something that either you don't know or don't want him to know. But you have an inkling, a gut feeling, that it's something you didn't want him to know. Not yet, anyways.

"What are you talking about?" You try, a little too quick to appear genuinely confused. Cypher's head only tilts minutely.

"You're too smart to be playing dumb. I mean, really?" Cypher scoffs, taking a few steps forwards, forcing you to take one back to maintain a semblance of distance between you two. "Looking up Moroccan models?" Another step forward, and your back brushes against the wall next to the door. "Picturing me as any one of them, hm?" Another step, and there's barely any space between you, and you want to die.

You hadn't intended for him to see any of that- although that meant he was snooping around your private search history, a whole other issue to tackle- but you also hadn't not intended for him to see any of that. It was a blurred line, your attraction to Cypher.

"'dirty talk in arabic'?" He has the decency to stifle a laugh, which only makes your face flush deeper, embarrassment, shame, and something else washing over you. "Mm, not to mention your purchasing history. Dirty, dirty, dirty boy," he clicks his tongue. "I thought you were all sweet, not so perverted."

You finally find your voice, the tips of your ears burning at this point. "I'm not the one snooping around in other people's stuff!" You tout back, a weak deflection.

"I'm not the one imagining their coworker is fucking them."

"Shut up!" You groan, really wishing with all your heart that you could be anywhere but here.

Cypher's beady blue eyes lift with a mirth you can sense through his mask. "Ohhh... but you like it. You're so red," and this time he does chuckle, mean and condescending, and damn if it doesn't send a little jolt of warmth through you, the idea that that little laugh is just for you to hear. "How about this: You show me which videos you like, and I'll give you a... personal lesson in how to delete your search history. How does that sound?"

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astronaut-al · 1 year

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The moment I read breach saying “Jolteon I choose you!” I immediately thought of the yu gi oh arm thing connected to his cybernetics.

Dialogue credit goes to @hvstias

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seneitut · 9 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.

#seneitut writes #gekko x reader #gekko smut #valorant fanfiction #valorant smut #cypher x reader

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cleavetheclover · 6 months

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it’s cold on icebox and that’s best remedied with cuddles :)

#valorant #cypher valorant #cyphmen #omen valorant #shadowire #peekaboo #cypher/omen #fanart #cypher #omen #fanfiction

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kissmyaft · 1 year

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you owe me a cypher fanfiction heres your thimng to strart it from ty :D

Past midnight (NSFW) Cypher x Male reader

A/N: Only reason I wrote this was to bully you and also so you stop pestering me about it 24/7, and no, I’m not good at writing be quiet. But I tried so might as well share it with everyone else. Also I haven’t written smut in years and English isn’t my first language so excuse any mistakes. (Why is your doorway penis shaped?)

Summary: When and how did you find yourself half naked after a mission in your lovers bedroom? No idea. Not that that you were complaining. Especially not with his attention on you.

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“The moonlight shines on you so nicely, habibi”

Cypher hummed hands running down your sides before moving up to slide his thumb over your nipples. Eyes locked onto your expression like a hawk. They bore into you, almost if there was nothing he couldn’t see. Shit, you felt exposed and your pants weren’t even off. Your eyes drifted to the side, only to soon find his hand grasping your chin and him leaning closer. “Tsk, now now. Keep your eyes on me.”

Despite not wanting to, you forced your eyes back on him. A tiny smile tugging at the corners of his lips as you did. “There we go.”

Your thighs automatically seemed to press together when Cyphers hands found themselves right at your pants. Fingers hooking around the sides of them, his eyes meeting yours for a silent confirmation of consent. Oh god, his eyes, the way he just looks at you like that. You nod, a small nervous huff almost escaping your mouth.

You couldn’t help but cover your eyes as Cyphers hands tugged down your pants, tossing them on the floor. Fuck, you were completely exposed to him now. Your face was red. Whether it was from embarrassment or because of how turned on you were, you couldn’t tell.

A slight humm and a hand wrapping around your wrist to pull your hand from your eyes pulled you out of your thoughts.

“Let me see your face, darling.” Your hand moved out of his grasp to the side, as he let his own hand fall back down on your abdomen. Tapping a slight rythm against it as his other hand moved to slide over your thigh. The look in his eyes telling you all you needed to know. So you moved your thighs apart from eachother. His hand moving in gentle circles over it as he looked your body up and down. “Good boy,” his finger teasingly ran over the base of your dick, noticing how you twitched at the slightest of touches. “So beautiful” He murmured, making you find keeping eyes on him difficult again as they moved a little to the side. His hand pulled away from your cock, hard and erect against your stomach. “Ah ah, this isn’t how this works. Keep your eyes on me.” Once he had regained your attention he kept eye contact with you, his hand moving back down to wrap around your dick making your breath hitch. He started off at a teasingly slow pace as he leaned over you to get a better look at your face as his hand moved up and down in slow strokes. The pace he was going at was killing you and you couldn’t help but whine and move your hips to try and get him to move faster. Which only made him stop again, thumb resting over the tip of your cock. “If you want something you need to use your words.” You almost pouted, trying to move your hips again only for him to pull his hand away completely. “Tsk tsk, words, my dear. Use them.” Cypher hummed

You pushed down your embarrassment as best as you could, “Touch me more. Can you stroke faster, please?”

You bit down at your lip as a thumb suddenly pressed down on your nipple before pinching it between his fingers as his hand moved to work away at your needy cock. The speed faster than last time making you unable to stop the small groan of pleasure escaping your lips.

You don’t know how long it had been, now finding yourself hands tied up above your head, legs around Cyphers waist, asshole prepared and slick with lube as he lubed his cock for extra measure before positioning it at your entrance. “Be good for me now, habibi.”

Your hands clenched into fists, having nothing to hold on to. Cyphers tip slowly pushing its way in until the head of his cock was all the way in. You whined at the slight discomfort, Cypher only continued to push his way further in. Hand caressing your cheek as his breath fanned against your neck. “It’s okay, you can take it. Such a good boy, you can do it.”

Your heart definitely skipped a beat, legs tightening around his waist as he pushed himself all the way in. A groan escaping your lips and a shaky breath from his.

He didn’t move right off the bat, letting you take your time to adjust. In the meantime he had fun marking up your pretty neck and finally starting his rythmic pace of in and out. Fucking and teasing you until you were nothing more than a moaning, crying mess.

Your cheeks were stained with tears, his fingers shoved in your mouth and saliva rolling down your lip. Your mind went blank at one point, with Cypher groaning into your ear. “You’re doing good, darling. So pretty. Let me fuck you, just like that. You’re taking it so well. Good boy.” He could feel your ass clenching harder around his cock. Your dick dripping like a broken faucet against your stomach. You could feel it throbbing. It was impossible to from words anymore, just moans and whines emitting from you.

You felt your stomach tighten like a rubber band. Your body twitching and hips bucking as Cypher drilled into you, fast and hard, feeling his own orgasm draw near too. “Come for me. Just like that, let yourself go. Such a pretty boy. Cum.”

That was all it took for the orgasm to hit you, a breathless moan escaping your lips. Your dick twitching as you came on your stomach, hips bucking as Cypher continued to fuck your overstimulated body until he reached his orgasm.

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You woke the next morning, sweaty, boxers still on. What sort of dream was that? You sat up, rubbing your eyes hazily before you realised. This isn’t your bed, or your room for that matter. Face turning impossibly red when you realised that what happened wasn’t a dream at all and was all too real.

Cypher took care of you last night. Cleaned you up and made sure to get a clean pair of boxers on you before tucking himself in next to you (well, maybe after he had his nightly tea as well).

The sun had just risen and as expected Cypher was no where to be found next to you. You’ll go pay him a visit and offer him tea once you’ve eaten and dressed.

#valorant #valorant fanfiction #Cypher fanfiction #Cypher x reader #Cypher x male reader #mxm #mlm #gay #I can’t write but anyways #now I can rest in peace without being harassed for a Cypher fic fr

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khuzena · 2 years

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The valorant protocol when their s/o is so good at cooking

Valorant protocol (boys ver) x any gender!reader

Tw: fluff and crack and someone has probably did this before but idgaf this is my take. Small smut because these men are just down bad for you.

(chamber, yoru,kay/o, phoenix, brimstone, breach, cypher, sova ,omen)

Chamber

He often cooks for his own meals and he doubts that anyone would ever cook for him out of the blue.

It was probably at morning he first tasted your meal, you, at the corner of his workshop with a bowl of Cream of mushroom soup for him, he was surprised at this sudden gesture and was held back at the strong aroma of it.

He took a bite and the way the flavors swirled in his mouth, he often eats at luxurious restaurants but your cooking is infinitely times better than what the others can offer.

He enjoyed every bite and wanted to taste every delicious delicacy that you can give, he'll provide you with a credit card with no limits, telling you to use as much as you need for your cooking appliances or ingredients as such.

Chamber would gift you some cook book recipes at random times, just open your cabinet and you'd see a shopping bag with french culinary cook book with literally every recipe. (If you do use that cook book, he'd be delighted and would want to be the first person who tries your food)

When he's busy though, he'd just quickly munch on some treat you made and would kiss you goodbye, tasting the whip cream on his lips as he goes to work.

Yoru

Much like chamber, he won't ever cook for anyone in the protocol other than himself and you, he lives off instant ramen and tonkatsu like a broke ass college student but yeah he's at an average level when it comes to cooking.

When he first tasted some dessert you mafe for him, preferably tiramisu, he savored every bite but his pompous ass can't set his ego aside to compliment your skills.

He'd sometimes watch you cook in the kitchen and hide in the corner of the room, admiring how you absolutely handle the spatula and every ingredient with elegance and deft. (However, if you do catch him sneaking around he'll quickly run away and won't face you until you bug him and would make a shitty excuse that it wasn't his intention to watch[it was])

Yoru sometimes teases you that you cooked food for him because you're so in love with him and so you shut him up with a spoon of cake you made.

Kay/o

He can't eat or smell food so sometimes he'll just watch you eat the food you make and watch you make it.

Even though he can't eat it, he likes watching you cook and would offer to help you prepare or make some dishes if you'd like.

Kay/o thinks the dishes you make are a work of art because it looks aesthetically pleasing and even if it doesn't, he knows you pour your heart out everytime you decide to cook some food.

Sometimes he'd ask you what your food tastes like so even if he can't eat it, he'll have an idea of how good it tastes.

He once tried to cook food but he accidentally spilled water in his hard drive and malfunctioned as you just froze there not knowing what to do, kay/o wanted to impress you too but instead of that he got a lecture instead, and some kisses. (Metal kiss yay)

Phoenix

Everytime you cook for him when he's stressed or just hungry, he feels like he's more down bad for you because I think he's the type to find people who are good chefs very attractive.(not all though, just you)

When he tried their cooking, he was absolutely hooked and would be begging for seconds.

If his s/o could bake, he'd ask for some small snacks like cookies or macaroons if they could; I can see him that when he's busy like in a mission, he'd take out a small snack that you made from his pocket and eat it so he could calm down.

He'll definitely be the type to brag to the others that 's/o made me this, that blah blah blah' to no end because he's just so smitten with you and proud of you.

When you visited his family, you cooked so much food his mothers were literally asking you if you were phoenix's lover, phoenix had to resist the urge to call you his wife/husband because you're just perfect in his eyes.

Brimstone

Oh boy, in his days before, he tasted a lot of good food whether it was travelling or with his friends in the past, he's tasted a lot but it seems like decades worth of food isn't as delectable as yours.

He'd be quick to praise every bite of the food you offered him and even asked if you would like to be some sort of protocol's chef. (He'd pay you good but if you'd like, he'd pay you in other cough cough ways.)

I don't know but I think I saw some voiceline of cypher ranting to brimstone that they run out of that specific drink and how the rest of the protocol seems to be drinking all his expensive tea and telling brim to buy their shit so the others could stop; brimstone is like the father to the protocol and fixes most of the problems, and if you were to tell him that oh you run out of ingredients he'd be coming back to the base with literally trucks worth of groceries.

There are times he'd stop his work and just stare at you with love-struck eyes while you did your work in the kitchen, the other agents however either teased you or found it cringe on how you guys look like those old couples.

Breach

He's a criminal for fucks sake he lived in the underground for probably a long time now and he's tasted some good food sometimes but would just eat easy-to-make food that wouldn't take too much time. (And also why would you spend an hour making meals when the police is at your tail, coulda spent that hour running away from them, he says)

But he'll encourage you to make more food since it's too good and that you shouldn't waste that talent of yours.

Like kay/o, Breach would help you in the kitchen whether it's just cutting up some onions or frying an omelette, well if he can't help you with that he'll just help you with cough cough other ways. (Y'all nasty)

He thinks you're a better chef than jett and when she found out she was butt hurt from his comment, like she's a god damn sous chef but don't worry they're both aware you're probably one of the best, if not the best chef in the protocol.

I can see he's the type to do tiny gestures like small kisses or quick hugs when you brew him coffee or cook up some swedish meatballs after or before he does workout training with the others.

Cypher

I wanted to mention an angst like you cooking like a fucking chef god and it reminds him of his wife, his old family eating happily together but that's not the point.

Cypher loves your cooking, it makes him feel so warm inside and, like the rest, would praise you about how amazing your culinary skills are.

He once made a joke that you should open up a restaurant and that he'll be the first one to eat there, but if you really did, he'd eat there regularly.

I can see him as someone who has a sweet tooth so if you were to make like Moroccan desserts like, meskouta orange cake or Baklava, god damn it he'll literally get pumped up in his work and would work harder, almost like it was the most intense energy food ever.

Cypher would be the type to take pictures of your food and would put it in some photo book and surprise you with it and label some of it with sticky notes like, 'dessert 1: tastes delicious but you taste better', you smacked him in the forehead after though.

Sova

When he was younger, his babushka would make the most mouthwatering meal he's ever tasted.

Once sova has took a bite of yours, he thinks that your skill level is literally on par with his babushka's. (Remember, grandmas are literally the best chefs idc what y'all say, someone telling you your cooking is like better than their grandma's is the greatest compliment ever)

When you're cooking in the kitchen, expect him at the counter just watching your every move and patiently waiting for you to finish so he can take a bite of it.

After he finishes his meal, he'll kiss and hug you, telling you that everything you feed him tastes wonderful and how he'd want you to be his wife/husband.

If you're open for some suggestions on what to cook next, he'd make a list of food like russian food or new combinations you could try and would be the first, like the rest, to taste it.

Everytime you just give him a warm smile and try to feed him with some pasta for example, he has to resist the urge to not take you here and now because god damn that pasta looks tasty as fuck but you both know what's tastier. (Wink wonk)

Omen

Like kay/o he can't eat or drink but let's say hypothetically he can, he barely eats because he doesn't have to, he can't explain it properly that he's not hungry but he's craving for the meals you make, and your's only.

It's just that he feels happy when he eats it, he thinks it tastes good and the smile on your face when you watch him savor every bite makes him enjoy it more.

Both yoru and him do watch in the shadows/corners of the kitchen room but the difference is he's not shy when he gets caught, he'd knit you a tiny hat with little food designs because he thinks you'll like it while intently watching on how you concoct the greatest 3-star Michelin dish made.

While you cook in the kitchen, he'd wrap his arms around your waist as you both watch some food literally spinning in the microwave.

He lied one time to you that he actually needed to eat just so you could cook some food for him regularly, but when you gave him someone else's cooking he said he didn't want it and that's how you found out he lied.

In conclusion:

You're their spouse. Anyways i hope y'all enjoyed this, i despise this tbh

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floppydiskettess · 1 year

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VALORANT AGENTS BEING YOUR PARTNER

featuring : cypher, sova, chamber, yoru, raze and killjoy, phoenix

a/n : HELP ok omg i didnt think people would actually like my shitty writing !!! im now oddly motivated to write? :0

ALSO!!! SPECIAL SHOUTOUT TO MY FRIEND WHO MADE THIS AMAZING VISUAL IF YORU PRANKING PHOENIX AND IT BACKFIRING (from my last post!!!!!) AHAGAHAGAGAG ITS AMAZING <33

anyways! lets begin!! tw for cyphers part, i like cypher angst..

◜Cypher◞

cypher truly loves you, but he is still recovering from losing nora.

be patient with him, he still has a lot of trauma and stress in his life that he is dealing with.

he often needs reminders to take care of himself. he usually gets lost in his work

if he is having a bad day, he locks his door and buries himself in his work.

if he let you inside on a bad day, he would be a bit grouchy. he is used to keeping his walls up. but after a few reassurances, loving touches, and kind whispers. he would crack.

he feels weak when he cries, he tries his best not to but he cannot keep it in sometimes

when he cries, he is soothed by the feeling of your hands on his masked face and your loving whispers in his ear. the mask often feels suffocating, but he just cannot bring himself to take it off.

he is extremely insecure...after years of battles (both with himself, and Kingdom) he has quite a few scars littering his body. he mostly covers up fully with his mask and long sleeves. he wouldn't show you himself until he really was ready to, so don't push him! he will when he is ready.

when he does show you though, you know he really trusts you.

he melts everytime you kiss one of his scars gently, it made him love that part of him self a little more.

if you have had a bad day, he will drop everything to help. if someone made you upset? oh boy...are they in for it.

he has a lot of bad days so this is nothing new to him, he knows how you feel and knows exactly how to cheer you up.

you are definitely his rock, your presence grounds him.

he is extremely sentimental. he would definetely gift you a photo album of all the key points and locations in your relationship.

he is a worrywart, if your on a risky mission he is keeping tabs on you at all time..

he often has nightmares about losing you or losing his home. once you found out, you got him to sleep in your bed. his nightmares happen significantely less since then..

he has experience in relationships..he was married after all.

his love language is words of affirmation!!!

"im so proud of you حبي.. you did so well darling!"

be careful with this man's heart, it is already extremely fragile..

if he lost you too, he would lose himself.

◜Sova◞

THIS MAN IS A SWEETHEART

his love language is definitely quality time!!!

he loves to spend time with his lover, he definitely plans tons of sentimental dates!

sentiment over price kinda guy. you could give him a dead flower from the area you met and he would be touched deeply.

he is not afraid to cry! he encourages you to express your emotions rather than bottling it up.

after a particulararely long mission, he would arrive at your room and the second you open the door he would bearhug you.

when you are upset, if you like physical affection he will carry you to the bed and cuddle with you.

if you are not up to doing basic things such as eating or bathing, he will pamper you :)

he would always be delighted to cook you a meal or wash your hair for you in the shower if you were not up to it.

he would whisper reassurences into your ear and cradle your face in his large hands

this man LOVES cuddles

big spoon, but on bad days he likes to be held

his favourite thing is when you run your hands through his hair !

he is not afraid to show his love for you in public, not as a "their mine" sort of way, he just loves to show his love for you at all times

he would greet you with a deep kiss on the lips as his handles cradled your face

he isn't an really jealous person, he trusts you and your judgement and he knows that you won't leave him. but if he sees someone getting a little too close to you and you don't pick up on their motive. you will probably feel a big hand go around your waist as he glares down at the person.

he is a big guy with a big heart :)

"лисичка..I love you so much, don't let anyone tell you otherwise."

◜Chamber◞

this man doesn't really understand some social cues.

for example...he will still flirt with other women. its kinda just how he is

but if you feel upset and he (somehow) noticed on his own, he will get worried.

"mon beau? what's wrong...you have been acting strangely lately......oh...oh no no darling i am so sorry...i promise anything i have said i don't mean...i love you so much."

he has a big fuckin ego....

compliment him, he will love you forever.

he loves to tease you, but he knows the limits.

he isn't the best at comforting people, he usually just settles for a pat on the back and wrapping an arm around your waist or neck.

he would be a decent partner. he loves to overuse the petnames though

he used to buy you expensive things thinking he could buy your love, but then he realized that price isn't what matters.

you definitely helped him grow as a person. though he still is quite cocky.

big spoon. have you seen this lanky ass mf???

he LOVES bragging about you.

he will make sure everyone knows that your his partner. he will kiss you in public.

if someone is flirting with you, oh he will waltz right over and press a deep kiss to your lips.

"ready to go mon chéri?"

◜Yoru◞

hes a tsundere, obviously?

he really cares about you, often giving you "disgsuting goo goo eyes“ (- Jett, 2050)

if you called him out he would immediately look away and deny it though.

he is much softer with you in private, opting for a loving hug when he is alone with you

this man is so touch starved

if he is in a bad mood, he gets really snappy with everyone. he tries to shut you out but in the end he either never has the heart to or he says something he regrets.

"shit...im so sorry..i didn't mean to say that ダーリン ..i am just really tired right now, ok?"

if you were to forgive him, he would be treading carefully. trying his best not to accidentally say something else upsetting to you.

if you had a nightmare, his heart would break at the sight of your crying face. "doll..can you tell me what you need right now so i can help you?"

he would wrap you in a hug, pushing your face against his chest. he would be whispering sweet reassurances into your ear as you began to drift back to sleep.

oh if you tease him in the morning about it though he will absolutely deny everything.

he tries to act like he doesn't like you, but he really just doesn't know how to show his affection.

if you got sick, he would be at your bedside with warm food (that he definitely did not make himself. it's not like he cares..), medicine, and your favourite movies.

"shut up...i am only doing this so you arn't a liability on the mission ok?? we don't need a sick person.."

he is extremely domestic, but he would never admit it

expect to spend the next few days curled up to his chest as he lovingly stroked your hair, tucking peices behind your ears.

he is not much of a gift giver or a words of affirmation kind of guy. he struggles with his words. he is definetely a acts of service and quality time kind of guy!

he would rather have you in his arms then a stupidly expensive gift in his hands.

"愛してます idiot..."

◜Raze and Killjoy◞

POLY !!!!!!!!!!!!

having these two as your girlfriends would be amazing.

they are so different yet so similar!!

raze is the loud extrovert, killjoy is the omnivert!

raze would definitely be the more physically affectionate of the two! killjoy would be much more emotionally affectionate.

raze would greet you with a chaste kiss on the cheek, a bearhug, or (if she feels bold) a kiss on the lips! she would not be scared to do it in public either. she gives off "THATS RIGHT!!!! THIS IS MY PARTNER AND I LOVE THEM!!!!" vibes.

killjoy is the total opposite, she is not a big fan of pda. in public she would greet you with a light hug or a highfive. but in private? she would be all over you. she would pepper your face in sweet kisses and eskimo kisses! she also loves to hug you from behind. she is much much more shy about being public than raze is though!

when they are together you are often sandwiched inbetween them. raze offering physical love while killjoy is more emotional.

if you were upset, raze would freeze up. she isn't very good with emotions...if she were upset she would just go blow some stuff up and problem solved! but that doesn't always work for others.. she would still offer you a gentle hug and would trace shapes on your back similar to what her mother did for her as a kid.

if you were upset around killjoy, she would rush to comfort you. "please leibling...talk to me. i am here...i hate seeing you like this..".

Killjoy is a very good listener. She would patiently listen to your troubles as she rubbed your back sympathetically. She has had her fair share of anxiety so she understands what you are going through.

overall, they equal eachother out.

you are grateful to have your girlfriends, you recieve and give equal love to them and nobody feels left out.

raze is more a gift giver while KJ is totally a acts of service person!

raze would probably try (and fail.) to make you baked goods if you have a sweet tooth!

"I'm sorry darling!! I tried to bake you cookies but it was taking too long....so I used my blowtorch and they burned....T-T"

killjoy often has to pick up the peices (literally. the peices of the charred cookies. Seriously how did raze think a blowtorch could bake cookies?!"

can you tell I love these two??

these two are the perfect girlfriends!!!!

"i love you so much maus." "hey!! what about me? :(" "pff, i love you as well schatz." "much better :)"

◜Phoenix◞

he is a softie for his lover and my guy is not afraid to show it

he will give you big hugs as a greeting or if you did really good on a mission

"fam that was simply amazing! i am so proud of you!"

he really loves to show you off to the other agents

"look at my brilliant partner! arn't they just so cute?" "......phoenix you literally have showed us this picture like 20 times holy fuck."

he is a big physical affection guy, he loves to wake up holding you in his arms as you softly snore into his chest. he would give you a sweet and gentle kiss on the forehead before snuggling closer to you and drifting off to sleep. yoru wouldn't mind if he missed training for a day..

if you were trying to tell him something serious or just generally looked distraught, his playful and carefree demeanor would instantly vanish and turn into a caring and concerned gaze.

"is everything ok love? you don't have to tell me anything if you are not ready yet. but just know i am here for you and whatever it is... i will support you."

if you opened up to him, he would be by your side in an instant and holding you gently in his arms and softly pressing kisses to your forehead and temple.

"oh darling...thank you so much for telling me this. i am happy you told me. i love you so much alright? please don't ever feel scared to talk to me."

if you woke up with your face pressed into his back, his soft snores filling the silence in the room. you sure were not about to complain.

he really cares for you, and will do anything to make you feel better

you are his everything, and he is truly grateful that you want to keep him around..

a/n : i really enjoyed writing this!! you can probably tell i struggled to write chambers part...i thought he would be easier to write LOL. anyhoozies i hope you enjoyed this!!! and thank you so much for the support on my last post, waking up to so many people liking my post had me giggling and kicking my feet around i swear <333333

as always i am looking forward to some feedback!! let me know what i could do better, if i used anything wrong, or even just if you liked it or not!

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frozenfries · 2 years

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|ω・`)ﾉ Greetings

I shall now submit my request and so here it is

Since s/o is a chirpy, friendly and warm person. What if all of the sudden, they feel blue and under the weather. Literally just shut down all together, then spend most days in now messy room. They didn't come out to eat or training, barely get some rest, the room is locked shut. Just have no motivation nor the energy to do anything. So when one of the agents tried to check on them, they were hiding under the table, just crying.

As for character hmmmmmmmm cypher, chamber and omen pls.

My apologies if this is alot and sort of heavy. Because it's something that i really relate to

But anyways, thank you so much for letting me submit the request

|･`) Goodbye ~

Salutations (•◡•) / This is a heart wrenching request and I’ve been looking forward to writing this one for awhile now. You have nothing to apologize for, and I’m more than honoured to undertake an idea that speaks to you. I hope you like it! Sending this along with a hug~

Feel Again (Cypher, Chamber and Omen)

Prompt: Cypher, Chamber and Omen support you during a bout of bad days.

Word Count: 1,969

Cypher:

• Cypher’s well acquainted with misery. Sometimes he wonders if people would like what they saw underneath his mask - the years of pain and silent suffering etched deep in his features.

• It goes against what he’s known for, but he does try his very best not to invade your privacy. Yet the itch to check the emergency spy camera he installed in your room grows each day he doesn’t hear or see you.

• He knows how much you enjoy his cooking, so every day he leaves some food outside your room: bread with homemade jam and tea for breakfast, herbed couscous for lunch and chicken tagine for dinner.

• When he would bring you the next meal, he’d feel a tiny puncture in his soul when he saw that the previous plate remained untouched.

• He’d knock gently at your door and lean his head against it as he spoke to you about his day and reminded you that he was thinking of you.

• “Please... just give me a hint that you are listening.”

• He sleeps outside your door every night you lock yourself away, just to be close to you.

• A man only has so much patience, and his concerns for your health and well-being were becoming increasingly hard to push aside.

• Activating the spycam in a moment of weakness, his heart goes out to you when he finally lays eyes on you.

You didn’t know when you’d fallen asleep again, what hour it was or even the day of the week. But for the first time in what felt like forever, the growl of your stomach woke you up. A clink akin to marbles rolling about sounded and you rubbed your eyes blearily. Realizing you weren’t alone, you jolted upwards with a start, yelping as you banged your head sharply on the underside of the table.

A wince, followed by a familiar voice. “Ooh be careful now. I can’t have you losing your memory of me when we’ve just been reunited.” Glowing blue goggles peered down at you.

Cypher?

“What are you doing here? Are you alone? Please don’t tell the others, I don’t want them to know,” you mumbled, panic rising in your chest as you pushed yourself more carefully into a seated position. How he even got in here was beyond you - and you didn’t bother asking that one, because you knew what his response would be: I have my ways.

He chuckled. “Only I could see you hide. Don't worry.” He gestured to his chess board, where he sat cross-legged on the floor across from you playing against his most formidable opponent: himself. He plucked a bowl from a tray beside him along with a spoon, and slid it toward you.

“Harira,” he said by way of explanation. “A classic comfort soup from home, made with tomatoes, lentils, chickpeas, fresh herbs, dried spices, and meat.” You stirred it slowly, steam still billowing out the top. You couldn’t remember the last time you had food. “Eat,” he coaxed gently. “You must certainly be hungry.” You obliged, surprising yourself with how fast you finished. Nodding in satisfaction, the information broker replaced the now empty bowl with a plate of chicken kebabs and rice.

Abandoning his chess game, he scooted closer to you as you ate, handing you a cup of rather expensive Moroccan mint tea to close out your meal. It irked him to see the other agents fighting over something that wasn’t even theirs to begin with, but as soon as he’d mentioned bringing some for you, they immediately backed off.

“See what you’ve been missing?” He asked as you leaned into him and took a sip, his heart feeling lighter than it had in days. “If you are going to stay in here, at least let me stay with you.” He spoke with what you swore was an underlying desperation to his words, a quiet longing to be with you, though he tried not to show it. You nodded, relenting and causing him to smile under his mask.

“No one should have to spend their bad days alone.”

Chamber:

• The agent considered to be among the most disingenuous knows what it’s like to experience melancholy.

• Your unconditional kindness toward him went a long way in the Protocol. It was something he didn’t come across often and something he experienced even less.

• In your time spent together, you often hung out in each other’s rooms when you both wanted some peace and quiet to get your minds off work.

• Reading, listening to music, drawing, doing crossword puzzles to name a few: whatever it was, you both enjoyed being in the same space, even if you were doing different things.

• Because of this, one of his Rendezvous anchors had a permanent place in your room. He’d pop in whenever he had a random thought, to walk you to breakfast in the mornings or simply to wish you a good night before you tucked in - though not without asking first. He is a gentleman, after all.

• As someone who enjoys conversation, he likes hearing your perspective on things, but it’s also with you where he learns the value of comfortable silence.

• Although this silence from you as of late is different. It makes him uneasy, especially when none of the other agents have heard from you.

• Chamber’s a man who knows that good things come to those who wait. But after a few days with no response, his tolerance is thinner than a piece of thread. What if something happened to you?

• He tries to convince himself that chivalry is (temporarily) dead and teleports into your room to check on you.

The sound of shuffling feet roused you from your dreamless slumber. At ground level, you saw a familiar pair of sleek black and white shoes turning this way and that, moving freely about your space as if they knew it by heart. Blinking, you poked your head out from under the table.

“Chamber? What are you-“ You paused as you took in the state of your room, eyes widening. It was completely spotless: all previous clutter was removed, items put away in cubby spaces, clean clothes folded neatly in your drawer space, your bed freshly made. There were no lights on except for a brilliant string of twinkle bulbs strung around the perimeter of your room.

The man stood in the middle of the place, cleaning the last of it with a mop. His eyes lit up as he took you in. “You’re awake. And you have wonderful timing!” He exclaimed. “Forgive me for the unsolicited cleaning, I suppose old martial habits have not yet left me.” Chuckling, he dusted off his hands before making his way over, surprising you by settling down next to you on the floor. He lay flat on his back, an arm propped up under his head as a makeshift support.

“At least let me get you a pillow-” You started to get up, but he immediately held out his arm to stop you.

“You think I cannot handle the ground?” He raised a brow, sounding amused, but you’d seen him regularly bring a seat cushion for himself when travelling on the VTOL for missions.

“Your clothes will get dirty,” you tried appealing to his vanity.

“I just cleaned. Besides, I can have another set in my armoire by tomorrow morning.” He waved away your concerns as your eye twitched.

Damn rich people.

You backed down, confused. Why was he here?

“I would ask what has you feeling down but that is so personal, non? There is also the chance that you may not have an answer to that question.” You averted your gaze as the marksman watched you carefully, having hit the nail right on the head.

“I have been where you are,” he admitted. Shifting onto his side, he reached out and interlaced his fingers with yours. You played with them as he continued. “When I served in the military, there were days when I would not feel like myself and not know why. That being said,” he squeezed your hand gently, “I never want you to experience that alone.”

He winked, his next sentence making you smile a little.

“I’m afraid you’re stuck with me until you feel better.”

Omen:

• No one understands the blues quite like Omen.

• Joining the Protocol and having support from Sabine were the only things that kept him going at one point after his human life was ripped from him.

• That is, until you came along. For the first time since his accident, you made him feel like he was actually living, as opposed to merely existing.

• With your contagious smile and happy-go-lucky attitude every time you two interacted, waking up and making something of his life didn’t seem like an obligation. Rather, it became something he willingly wanted to do.

• Omen’s usually very aware about giving you your personal space and respecting your boundaries, because he appreciates when others do the same for him.

• However, this comes with certain exceptions.

• When you’re unresponsive to visits to your room, he slips little notes under the locked door to let you know he’s there for you.

• Though when he finds out that you haven’t eaten or drank anything for days, it kills him a little to do so but he teleports into your room because it’s absolutely imperative that he knows you’re safe.

• If you give him flack for overstepping, he’ll apologize but he won’t regret his actions because they meant knowing you’re okay.

Click. Click. Click.

You groaned, rolling over with great effort at the source of the light noise. You’d cried yourself to sleep at some point and your eyes felt like two pieces of sandpaper.

For the first time in a while, your body didn’t feel cold all over like it usually did when you slept. That’s when you noticed a sizeable, purple-grey wool blanket draped over your form. It was so cozy that you instinctively snuggled deeper into it, before you heard a gravelly hum.

“You like it.”

“Omen…” Allowing your eyes to slowly travel upward, you were met with the outline of the wraith sitting adjacent to you on the floor, leaning back against a leg of the table. His legs were stretched out in front of him, crossed at the ankle.

He paused, examining you for a moment, before his hands continued deftly knitting stitch after stitch. “You’re sad,” he remarked, though not unkindly.

You opened your mouth to reply and that’s when you noticed a slew of little knitted goodies surrounding you, seemingly having accumulated as you slept. Killjoy’s frog. Raze’s Boom Bot. A bowl of Yoru’s Zarusoba noodles. Viper’s snake. Skye’s Tasmanian tiger… Currently, he was working on a miniature version of Fade’s nightmare orb.

“They miss you,” the shadow spoke in reference to the other agents and seemed to read your mind as he saw you staring at them in disbelief. “As do I,” he mumbled a little quieter.

You sighed deeply, zoning out for a moment as his rhythm had you transfixed. There was something so relaxing about watching him knit. Keeping the blanket around you, you carefully rested your head in his lap. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” He reached out a hand, his long fingers gently grazing your hair in soothing motions before coming up to cup your cheek. His touch was cool and airy, making you feel light in the moment. You closed your eyes, the feelings of loneliness tapering off, sentiments of safety taking its place.

“I’m here… for as long as it takes.”

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2kiran · 6 months

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hii i'm back again :D how are you? doing well i hope?

may i request for cypher but with shorter and smaller s/o who is just as strong if not stronger than cypher in reality? the format is up to you

hope you have a good day/evening/night

-✨anon

AMIR EL AMARI 交易 ── `` gn reader. fluff. kissing.

hey, angel. i'm doing alright, thank you. how about you?

⸝⸝ CYPHER would tease you about your height from time to time, mostly when the two of you have grown close to one another. he doesn't mean it, of course. he'd softly chuckle when he jokes around with you, his favorites being; "be careful not to be stomped on, no?" + "watch your head." + "sneaky little thing ! you walked right past them."

⸝⸝ CYPHER will ask you if you're comfortable with that. he does poke fun, but that doesn't mean he does it to hurt your feelings. behind his playful demeanor, he actually finds you quite cute endearing.

⸝⸝ CYPHER who gawks at you when he first witnesses you in action. he's frozen in his spot, bewildered. the other agents or you will have to snap him out of it because he is distracted by you. one thing that's stuck inside of that smart brain of his, besides you, is; woah.

it doesn't take CYPHER long until he discovers that not only are you strong, but you're stronger than him. that fact excites him. he cackles every time you took enemies down like it was nothing. he's a very proud boyfriend, cheerily bragging about you.

when CYPHER's bored and wants your attention, he'd rest his chin or arm on your head. it's absent-minded, finding it comfortable. he'd put his elbow on the top of your head and when you turn to him to complain, he'd lean in and press his lips to yours. it catches you off-guard, doesn't matter if it's through his mask or not.

⸝⸝ CYPHER is into forehead kisses. he'd be behind you, arms around your waist and his lips against the side of your head.

previously﹕hesh caught you n' keegan. masterlist.

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jojikawa · 2 years

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Can you write a Valorant smut for Chamber x reader and maybe Cypher spies on them with his camera?

Yes! I had so much fun writing this! I hope I got close enough to what you wanted 😍��️

CHAMBER x FEM!READER + CYPHER

tw// voyeurism (Cypher being a peeping tom), NSFW themes (sex lol), missionary, unrequited love

When Cypher joined the protocol, he didn’t join for love. His goal was to always find a way to bring back his family. It’s still his goal. He will never forget that. It’s just that there were always hurdles in the way of that. One of these unexpected hurdles was you.

You entered the protocol with Chamber and he instantly became attracted to you. Your records were practically nonexistent. There was no trace of who you were anywhere. You were like…a fairy? No—a Goddess. Your beauty was like no other. It was unreal. And your body? It was just the tip of the iceberg.

It didn’t help that you wore skimpy clothing and even were skilled enough to run missions without armor, leaving whatever was exposed to be desired.

Cypher spent a lot of time with you. You took interest in his technology and even played chess with him sometimes. You would let him win.

Everything you did was with such elegance too. He longed so much just to feel your hands on his body.

And it happened.

When you would pass by, you would let a hand linger on his back or chest just a little too long. He had to have you. The touch of a Goddess was driving him crazy!

Then the worst of the worst followed.

Chamber.

“Aha~ Cypher! I see you’ve taken a liking to mon bébé~” The French man teased. “Now, we can all be friends!”

Chamber was…

…your husband.

Everything up until this point was for you to get Cypher to open up a little more. Chamber was beginning to have a history with the tech-savvy man and wanted a little revenge. What better way to do it than with his charming wife? Men were practically falling all over themselves just to be next to you.

You suddenly appeared next to Chamber. What a smart-looking couple. “Oh, Cypher. You seem hurt. I hope you weren’t getting the wrong idea?” You placed your hand over your plump lips in a failed attempt to stifle a laugh. No matter what you did, it was so attractive.

Cypher couldn’t even bring himself to hate you. He was still angry, nonetheless.

“Oh, haha.” Cypher exhaled. “I see. You two really got me. A bit elaborate, don’t you agree? I couldn’t even find marriage records.”

Chamber smirked. “I had those removed. (y/n) didn’t think they would recruit her if they knew we were together. I could already tell you all didn’t like me.”

“Still don’t.”

You giggled again. “He’s just being bitter. So, did I do well, Mon soleil, lune et étoiles?”

“Yes, you did amazing, ma déesse.” Chamber leaned down ever so carefully to place a kiss on your forehead. After the two of you finished mocking him, Cypher would exact his revenge. His idea was to put a set of his cameras in your and Chamber’s room and record your conversations for evidence to show to his superiors.

Brimstone and Viper already knew Cypher and Chamber didn’t like each other so just making accusations with no evidence wouldn’t be taken too seriously.

Later that day, Cypher wasn’t able to find either of you two around the protocol. He figured that the two of you took a leave in Chamber’s fancy luxurious car or his fancy private jet so that he could take you shopping. A reward for helping him stuff Cypher’s head in the dirt one last time.

Cypher was sitting in his room now. He was at his desk, patiently waiting for the two of you to come back from your trip. He was ready.

Luckily enough, it wasn’t long before he installed the cameras when he heard voices coming from his video. The two of you had come back.

“Oh, mon amour, you have to let me see the silk I picked out for you.” He heard Chamber say off camera. He saw you come into frame, putting a large sum of bags onto Chamber’s bed. You seemed exhausted but your face was giving…excited!

You smiled hard as you began to dissect the clothing, looking for the particular item. Chamber came into view, hugging you from behind and resting his head in the crook of your shoulder.

“Happy 10 years, (y/n),” Chamber whispered into your ear, but it was picked up and enhanced by the camera audio. “Happy 10 years, Vi-…Chamber.” You replied, turning your head inward to kiss him on the cheek.

10 years!? He knew that Chamber was 30 and you were pretty close in age but he didn’t think that he was a man to be married young. It had to be true love.

You laughed. “Okay, okay. Let me get ready.” You waved your hand at him, signaling him to let you go. You found the piece of clothing and went into the other room to change. Chamber began to undo his tie and take off his overcoat, folding them and placing them nicely in their respective sections in his closet. He did this until he was just shirtless. He wanted to be appealing but still look like a gentleman.

It wasn’t long before you returned back wearing the lingerie the two of you just bought. “Mmm. How do I look?” You asked coyly, placing your hands on your body.

“Stunning as always.” Chamber couldn’t contain himself, making his way over to you like a snake. “Do I have your permission?”

“Yes.” You answered, making his hands gravitate to your body. “Oh my…” The man gripped your breasts as they burst out of the lacey garment. Your nipples hardened at his touch. “At least take off your gloves.” You rolled your eyes as he felt up your body with his fingertips. Chamber chuckled. “Pardonnez-moi, jolie femme.” He grabbed your face, holding you so delicately like glass as he kissed you passionately. Your lips moved in sync and heated up your core. You moaned into the kiss and placed your hands on his bare chest.

Cypher could only watch, feeling extremely perverted by his actions. He needed to stop…but he couldn’t. What if he said something worth recording? He will just trim out all the…sex parts.

He felt his cock rising through his pants at the sight of you getting such special treatment. He wished it was him but for some reason, seeing Chamber do it for him made it all the most scandalous. He absentmindedly placed his hand on his clothed member, the same way anyone would, he thought.

Cypher’s attention was brought forth when he saw Chamber picking you up and bringing you to the bed. He laid you down missionary and placed wet kisses on your neck. “Now, now. What should I do first?“ the french man’s fingers were lingering around the hem of the lace you wore.

“You could please me.” You wrapped your legs around his lower torso and brought him to you. He was so hard and ready for you. “Ah~ yes, I could do that or…I can mark you so that everyone knows you are mine.”

You laughed. “Then your plans will be for nothing. The others will be just as suspicious of me as they are of you-“ You sucked in your breath as he lowered himself onto you. “The only thing they would find out is that you have extravagant taste in men.”

The act was appealing to look at. Your body and voice were so alluring and Chamber knew how to handle you so well. It wasn’t awkward at all. It was like watching…porn.

“Fine.” You rolled your eyes, looking off to the side so that he had access to your neck and collarbone. Your voice peaked the audio of Cypher’s camera with a moan as Chamber made quick work of your neck.

The sucking and kissing left a mark just above the line where it couldn’t be hidden by normal clothes. Your core became so much hotter, coating your pussy with slick warm juices from all the fun sensations.

“We don’t have much time, come on, st-stop teasing me!” You choked. The weight of him on top of you always sent pleasant butterflies into your tummy. He was like a big baby. ♡

“I can’t appreciate you? All that time you spent with monsieur Cypher was making me a little jealous.” He admitted with his eyes hidden by the glare in his glasses.

Cypher perked up. He actually made Chamber jealous despite everything he had blooming with you being fake. That was rather interesting.

You smirked at him. “You? Jealous?” Chamber stood back up, pulling the lace panties to the side and unzipping his pants. His trousers lowered just a little and out came his cock. It was a good 7 inches fully hard with precum leaking out and staining your pussy lips.

“Even I can get a little ‘bent out of shape’” He answered, speaking in an American accent for the last part, just to make you laugh, and it worked. You giggled at his dialect. You felt that he was a good husband. Despite the popular opinion of him, he was very funny, romantic, and genuine.

“Are you ready for me, mon beau?” He slapped his cock between your lips but not inserting himself. He coated his shaft with your sexy juices by rubbing it up and down so that he would tease you. “Yes, my sweet.”

Without any further warning, Chamber pushed his sleek, pretty cock inside of you. Your angelic moans filled the room. The pleasure caused you to grip his forearm with a strength he only knew from you being like this.

He didn’t know what possessed him to do this, but Cypher couldn’t help but find you so amusing. His dick was out and at the sight of you, he fucked his fist the way Chamber fucked you. He touched himself for any opportunity to feel something. Feel you and your tight walls.

“Fuck!” He heard you curse as Chamber’s length grew inside of you. You felt him hitting your g-spot. “Ahh~ Chamber! I think I’m gonna cum—p-please!” You squeezed your eyes shut.

Chamber was too enticed by watching your beautiful tits bounce in rhythm with his strokes. He didn’t want you to cum just yet. “Not before me…”

Cypher couldn’t hold back anymore, cumming at the same time Chamber did. The Frenchman bred you well, painting your walls with his cum, making you cum too. Your juices mixed and your insides became so sore and sensitive. Your husband continued to thrust into you, sending butterflies to your tummy and making you blush each and every time.

When he finally pulled out, he slumped next to you and sighed. “The things I do for love.” He muttered, making you tsk in response. “You idiot. You could’ve come sooner.”

“That may or may not be true.”

You used your leftover strength to climb on top of him and straddle him. “More?” He questioned, still panting from round one. “You’re going to have to wait.”

You shook your head. “No, no.” You traced his glistening muscles with your fingertips. “I want to at least pleasure you before I go.”

“I would love to be treated like your King.”

You smiled attractively, leaning down to give him the same treatment as he did you. Kisses on his neck, collarbone, and chest. You had barely begun when you finally noticed something odd…

“Is that…a camera!?”

“A camera? Nonsense, bébé.”

“No, look! Someone was spying on us!”

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