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aki brainrot is so real

oh my god yesss honestly that gives me a reason to finally post this

Favorite.

cw: suggestive. power dynamics. manhandling. dry humping. mention of breeding. 1.3k

You’re his favorite. Is what they tell you.

And you can agree to that - to a certain extent. He’s the closest with you out of the core group, values your opinions and your judgment when on excursions, trusts you with the kind of genuinity you would expect from someone who sees you as more than just a coworker. He’s looking in your direction more often than not. Always keeping a close eye on you ~ and your interactions, and the way you represent him as a leader.

You’re his favorite.

The cold ivory of his desk turns your cheek mushy. “H-Hayakawa-senpai-“

Aki presses enough weight on the side of your head to have your skin squeaking against the neat polishing when he adjusts his feet behind you. He’s wary of your neck, of course. He doesn’t push too hard to hurt too badly, but he’s firm as he keeps you bent before him. Pert little ass pressed against his belt buckle as he reaches for the cigarette between his lips and blows out cooly.

“Hm?” You watch him tap the head of it in his ashtray. “Oh. Not Aki this time?”

So, you stepped out of line.

Which, in your defense, isn’t unheard of behavior for cadets in your position. You’re still new, the public safety program is still big and scary - and incredibly taxing. Lots of new hunter’s blow their top in one way or another after their first few commissions. Hell, you have to talk Kobeni off a ledge nearly every other scouting. But the public safety committee has always been understanding of the mental toll it takes on the people who serve it. Even Aki isn’t so cruel as to punish you every time you step out of your place.

It’s just that this time, “Where’s that big voice you were using just now? You wanted me off my fucking high horse, right? Now I’m listening.”

You may have overdone it this time.

It’s his fault for denying your request to be contracted with the Compulsion Devil. It’s hypocritical that he’d tell you ‘No’ about something like that, especially when he has that stupid sword. The terms were clear. She’ll lend you her power and in exchange you trade her a beat of your heart for every second you use it. They’re honestly pretty mundane terms in comparison to a few of the agents who work here, including himself; so you didn’t get what the big idea was if you only used her sparingly.

“No. Stop asking.”

“But you aren’t even giving me a reason?”

“Do I need to? I’m still your superior. If I say ‘No’ then that’s what it is.”

“But it’s not like-“

“Do I have to instill a punishment?” Aki cuts you off to beat his carton of cigarettes against his palm. “I shouldn’t have to tell you the same thing twice.”

You grate your teeth as he carelessly lights one in his mouth. “Unless the next thing you have to say is ‘Yes, Hayakawa-senpai.’ Then be quiet. I don’t wanna hear about it again.”

If the way your cheek rubs raw against the shiny finish of his work desk should mean anything, what you said was definitely not akin to ‘Yes, Hayakawa-senpai.’ Or anything remotely close.

“You- You’re not being fair!”

The way his crotch presses firmer into your little pencil skirt inclines you to shiver. “Yeah? So, tell me about it.”

“Himeno-“ You choke. He must’ve put out his cigarette cause now there’s a heavy hand in the middle of your back. “Himeno-senpai and Kobeni, and… everybody else in this sector all have serious contracts! Why is it that when I ask-“

You squeak when Aki bends his knees to hook himself just under the cuff of your ass - and uses it as leverage to squash you into the desk even further. Pressing against your back till you’re all but presenting on him like a bitch in heat, and even more so when he straightens his back and leans some of his weight on you.

There’s a glimpse of him in your peripheral. A flinted expression, more blank than anything, if not for the way his eyebrows cinch in concentration. “I don’t remember being the boss of Himeno-senpai and everybody else in this sector? I do, though, remember hiring an air headed brat just under a year ago.”

He sucks in a hiss and a few muttered curse words when you start to squirm against him. “Throwing a tantrum in front of the guy writing your checks doesn’t seem like a great idea if you think about it.”

“And being a massive hypocrite is?”

His fingers press groves into your scalp.

You’re his favorite. You surmise. Which is why he gets away with treating you like this. Why you’re constantly under his scrutiny, and why he punishes you the harshest when you mouth off like this. Obviously that doesn’t stop you from doing it. But his coarse fingers seem reserved for you and you alone more often than not. Candidly hands on whenever you step out of line, and making a hot spot on your back as he keeps you arched over his desk.

You push back against him to keep your balance on your toes, which earns you a hard smack on the back of your thigh. If the way he blows out a pinched breath should mean anything, you’re not the only one who’s been wound up tight. “Why do you need the damn contract anyway? What about your contract with the Coercion Devil?”

“It’s not enough,” Aki’s jaw tightens when you pout. “I’m gonna need more than one measly contract to get one up on the Gun Devil!”

“As if you can do that if you’re dead. What happens when you overdo it on that contract and your heart stops?”

“If it means getting us closer to killing that bastard then why should I care?”

Your cheek pulls tackily off the wood with a crackle.

It’s brief, the few seconds he has you pulled up by your hair but it’s enough to make you yip at the suddenness of it. Lifted off the table and snatched in his direction, he belts you to his chest with the crook of his arm secured over your neck. It’s all you can do but reach for it as he leans himself closer to your ear.

So close that his warm breath inclines you to shiver. “Don’t say stupid shit like that. Ever. - I know you’re not dumb enough to actually believe something like that.”

“It’s the truth.” You argue. “What’ll be the point of any of this?”

Aki stays silent a brooding second.

And then he’s squishing you against his desk.

You heave out a chunk of air at the feeling of most of his weight suddenly toppling over you. Only giving when you whine under your breath but he’s still hovering just above, still pressing his pelvis against your skirt, still talking over your head.

You suppose you can only ignore that bulge in his slacks for so long. “I’ve been thinking of giving you a reason to quit the committee. You think knocking you up would do that?”

You kiss your teeth. “Don’t be a dick.”

“Don’t be an idiot then. I’m not letting you go out and kill yourself for no reason.”

“But-“

“You’re not making the contract.” He avows. “If I even think you’re going out there to make it behind my back, I’ll turn you into a housewife.”

You blow out an exasperated breath.

But he’s not done - Far from it actually. You realize that when he’s kicking one of your heels with his dress shoes and coaxing your legs apart. Planting his hands on the side of you as support and digging his belt into your skirt.

“Now,” He pulls his carton of cigarettes out of his pocket. “How do you think you should be punished?”

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Idris elba really went into that recording booth and was like "im gonna deliver the single greatest vocal performance of the century as knuckles the echidna"

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Hatless Cypher

♻️ Reblog to slap his bald-ass head

❤ Like to slap his bald-ass head

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Did I walk in at a bad time, daddy? 👁👁

#chamber valorant #chamber fanart #chamber #valorant fanart #valorant #sugar daddy chamber #i'm down bad fr

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Oh little ipad kid.

#gabi braun #gabi #aot #shingeki no kyoujin #snk #gabi snk #shitpost #stupid lil phone finger drawing #attack on titan

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Oc go brrrr

#ocs #original character #digital art

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Ngl i am down bad bad. He's pretty hot.

#snk eren #eren aot #aot #snk fanart #eren yaegar #attack on titan eren #eren fanart #tremendously down bad

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Shzhaha i love him and this whole art

I love messing with ✧Chamber✧ because this man is so iconic lol

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Rr-rat

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Oh chamber, what a nice baguette you have

#chamber #chamber valorant #valorant fanart #valorant #chamber fanart

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sponsored by carrd co chamber is the ceo actually

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Chamber x fem!Reader fanfic

Smut 18+

Kinks: nipple play, daddy kink, semi-public sex, forced creampie

He traces his finger up under your skirt watching the goosebumps appear on your skin. "Are you scared of me mon bébé?" He asks in a dulcet tone, smirking down at you as you shiver under his intense gaze. "N - no." You whimper, trying your best to keep your voice from cracking but failing to do so resulting in him chuckling under his breath. As his finger reaches your mound he begins to trace small circles against your cunt eliciting a breathy moan from your reluctantly parted lips. "What's got you so worked up baby?" The words being whispered directly into your ear in his sultry voice, thick as honey. You can feel yourself begin to soak through your underwear as his finger begins to speed up, pulling your panties to the side slightly as his finger makes direct contact with your lips. You gasp at the contact, being weary to not let out too much sound as you take in your surroundings: the light from the hallway emanates from underneath the door, and the distant click clack of what can only be Reynas high heels echoes from the distance. How did you even end up like this? Chamber had joined the valorant initiative a couple of weeks ago: an annoyingly charming conman, he had made a name for himself in the underground as an excellent sniper. It was your job as the valorant headhunter to keep tabs on anyone who you deemed to be a potential asset to the team, and with the number of radianiate related attacks increasing exponentially over the last few months you had begun to grow desperate from Brimstone's incessant hounding. Deciding you had finally had enough of the old man breathing down your neck as you tried your best to compile intel on other radiants or radianite users, you had set up a covert meeting with the French man, honestly not expecting much to come of it. At two am in a frost bitten dark alley somewhere just south of the Seine, you shivered in your black fur lined coat. Exhaling through your nose slightly, you look up and watch as your breath dances in the slight breeze, swirling and tracing a nonsensical pattern in the moonlight. "Well good evening gorgeous." A deep voice emanates through the alley, bouncing off of the walls and disturbing the momentary calm you had painstakingly cultivated for yourself. "I would hardly call it a 'good evening' considering the fact that you're 30 minutes late." You grumble, huffing in annoyance and begrudgingly pushing yourself off of the wall. You turn to him and take in the sight before you. He was..... attractive. Sporting a garishly flamboyant golden vest and an even more garish smug grin as he adjusted his glasses to further drink in the sight of you. "To be honest I did not have many expectations when coming here tonight, but YOU, mon cherie, certainly was not one of them." He purrs as he takes your hand and placing a gentle kiss upon your fingers. You blush slightly, burying you cheeks in your woolen scarf so as not to betray the effect his actions had on you. Brimstone really had to let you out of the office more often if THIS was enough to work you up. "I'm going to ignore the slight underhanded misogyny of that statement and instead get straight to the point." You snap, abruptly pulling your hand out of your grasp and blowing some fallen hair out of your face. Quirking an eyebrow up at you and appearing completely unperturbed by your explosive reaction, he straightens his back and regains his previous air of grandeur. "Do go on mademoiselle." He says, adjusting his frames slightly. "Have you ever heard of the valorant initiative?" From then on the process had been relatively smooth sailing, Brimstone having had the contracts prepared for months by this point - practically gagging from desperation at the thought of someone coming to aid the team - and Chamber flying through the training with ease (which had honestly left you feeling quite smug with yourself, glowing with pride at the fact that you had discovered someone possessing a marksmanship to rival even the most experienced members of the team). Fitting in with said team however was an

entirely different matter: to be frank, no one trusted him. Even Killjoy and Raze - the happy go lucky couple - who were always the most excited at the prospect of a new individual joining the team felt uneasy around the man, which obviously left the baby sitting to you. "You were the one that found him y/n, he's your responsibility!" Brimstone sighed, exasperated at having to repeat himself for the umpteenth time in the wake of your protests. "B-but-" you began to stutter, being cut off by one swift raise of the large man's hand. "No more complaints agent, ever since you sustained your injury this is your new position on the team. If you fail to fulfill your duty, I would have no choice but to forcibly call for your early retirement." He says, a pleading look on his face as if to say his hands were tied. With one final look of disgust, you left your commanders office and trudged down the hallway. "Mon cherie, what has you looking so down?" Great. The last person you wanted to see right now. "Nothing." You grit out from between your teeth, punctuating your statement with a glare that could freeze hell over. Chamber raises his hands in mock surrender, backing away from you slightly "I'm sorry mon ange, I was only trying to help". You frown slightly at this, realising that your outburst at him was - for the most part - unwarranted. "Stop frowning or wrinkles will start to ruin your beautiful face." Never mind, you had no idea why you ever felt bad for this absolute CLOWN of a man. "Listen here you," you growl, backing him up against the door to your right. "I have had my ass absolutely handed to me by Brimstone because YOU can't seem to play nice. So, if you must know, YOU are the reason why I'm looking so down." By the time you had finished your explosive outburst you had backed him up completely against the door, your face merely inches away from his. You take this moment to trail your gaze up to grace over his features : his eyes hidden behind thick jet black rims were a beautiful hazel hue, a certain playfulness dancing across them; his nose effortlessly chiseled; his cheeks slightly hollow and impeccably carved; and his pale pink lips curved up into the exact smug grin he held upon your first meeting. "At this point the tension must be palpable to even you, the densest of them all, chouchou" He whispers against your lips, a fire burning behind his eyes. In one swift motion he grabs your hand and pulls you into the cupboard door you had him pinned up against just moments prior, resulting in your current predicament. "For someone who pretends to hold nothing but disdain for me, you seem to be rather wet down here mon cherie." He smirks, tracing soft patterns against your clit. Your eyes widen before you bite down against his shoulder, his much broader and taller frame now pinning you against the door, the dominance now belonging to him. "Hush mon coeur, or someone will hear you whining so prettily for me". You pull back from his shoulder violently and accidentally slam your head against the door in the process. Ouch. Chambers eyes widen briefly in panic before returning to their everpresent cool and collected state, a façade of indifference betrayed by the momentary lapse in his charade. "Did you just call me... mon coeur?" You enquire, head angled slightly as you stare up at him with big eyes. He stutters, blushing momentarily before composing himself. "You know French?" He questions in lieu of an answer, pulling off of you completely as he crosses his arms. "Oui, je peux parler en français." you punctuate your statement with a flirtatious wink, tracing your hands gently up his arms - only barely pressing your finger tips against his muscular limbs - before interlocking your fingers neatly and resting them on the nape of his neck. "Care to expand on that, _mon coeur_?" You whisper in his ear. The gentleman takes a deep breath and exhales aggressively through his nose, pushing his glasses up his bridge before resting his forehead against yours. "Ever since I first saw you, I've

been transfixed by your beauty. The way the moonlight reflected in your eyes, your beautiful soft hair, your mesmerising smile. But it wasn't your looks that made me slowly start to fall for you: it was your fierceness, your determination, your intellect, your courage." He looks up at you at this, his eyes vulnerable again as they stare deeply into yours. "I fell for you, y/n." At this you slam your lips against his in a searing kiss, your mouths frantically moving against each other. Chamber slots his hands underneath your thighs and hoists you up against the door as you wrap your legs around him. You pull back, staring at him momentarily before whispering "je t'aime, mon amour" against his lips. He takes this as an opportunity to grab your hair and pull your head back, latching his lips onto your neck and sucking in bruises of red, purple, blue. "Everyone will know you're mine." He wastes no time in unbuttoning your blouse. You flush a bright shade of pink as he stares blatantly at your chest, watching it rise and fall with your heavy breathing. "You are so beautiful." He breathes out, barely audible in the electric air, before roughly pulling your breasts out of your bra and suckling on your nipples. You cry out at this, clasping your own hand over your mouth a bit too late. The absolute vulgarity of the situation doing nothing to alleviate the wetness pooling in your underwear. "Sensitive are we?" You feel rather than hear him smirk against your chest before diving in to leave all manner of marks against your breasts. "Hurry up already." You grit out through your teeth, the words muffled slightly from behind your hand. At this he erupts into a deep laugh against your skin "hurry? But we've only just started". "Stop stalling and just fuck me already." You whine, attempting to pull him even closer against you with your legs. He growls against your chest at this and pulls back before saying "Fine, you want to play? Let's play." In one swift motion he pulls down your underwear and pushes himself into you. [This is not supposed to be accurate to real life sex don't do this guys] You scream as his huge throbbing length pulsates inside you, making you feel oh so deliciously full. He let's out an uncharacteristically breathy moan, head collapsing against your chest. "C-chamber, I'm not on the pill..." You groan, surprised that you can even form a coherent sentence with how overwhelming everything feels. "It's daddy to you, and I don't care." He spits out before beginning to thrust into you. You can barely do anything but moan a litany of "daddy"s "oh yes"s and "harder"s. The feeling of his frankly frighteningly long and girthy dick pummelling your pussy sends you into an absolutely euphoric state; your head thrown back against the door as he marks your neck up as though youre his territory. Chamber begins to rub your clitoris at an agonising pace, making you writhe against him as everything was just all too much. "Daddy~" you cry out as you cum, your eyes rolling back into your skull as the waves of pleasure wrack through you. You serve as little but a lifeless fuck doll as chamber continues to abuse your hole, roughing pinching and pulling your nipples as he chases his own release. "Daddys about to cum." He breathes out in your ear. You begin to protest, trying desperately to push him out of you. "N-no please." You beg, pleading with watery eyes. He simply smirks in response as he pushes into you one last time. "Daddy does what daddy wants with his property" is the only warning you get before your insides are flooded with his semen, the warm liquid pouring into you. You cum again at the feeling of bring impossibly full, being able to do little else but let out breathy little whines. "You look so beautiful mon bébé..." your lover says, tracing the back of his fingers against your cheek. You blearily peer up at him, feeling hot under his intense gaze. "What do you say?" He interrogates, voice cold and demanding, almost unrecognisable compared to the softly spoken tone he used only moments

ago. "Thank you for fucking me daddy." You gasp out as his hand begins to close around your throat. "And?" He continues, raising an expectant eyebrow at you. "And thank you for giving me your cum." "That's a good girl." He purrs, retracting his hand before catching your spent - almost lifeless - body in his arms. He strokes your hair lovingly as you find your eyes closing, feeling so inexplicably exhausted and safe in your daddy's arms. "You're my breeding doll now little one." Is the last thing you hear before the world around you slowly turns black.

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Guess who watched Arcane.

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It's chamber day yall!!!!

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Lmao, was bored on humanities

And had only 15 mins

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Okay. Now, I'll sitting here and waiting for someone write Chamber x reader. Thanks 😌🔥💕

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