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Can we have and angst fic with a fluff ending of Cypher and Reader? ❤

tried something new with this one, hope you like it axariel ദ്ദി ( ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ )

The Heart Wants What It Wants

Finishing a mission left you with almost nothing to do. So, like any other day, you decided to hang out with Cypher. He should be just outside the training room. Probably playing chess, you thought.

Swinging the door open, you saw just Phoenix and KAY/O using the training room. After the max bot incident, Team Forge has really hit it off. You cracked a smile at the thought of the protocol having better missions with this kind of dynamic, even though Brimstone refrains everyone from disclosing any personal information.

You’re one to talk. It’s as if you’re complying when you’ve had personal engagements with a certain masked sentinel. Way too many and way too personal.

You walked in and saw that Cypher wasn’t at his usual desk. As you moved closer, there were the bits and pieces of the Moroccan agent that you liked— his illuminated chess board, some research papers, and his laptop that had a folder named after his wife.

Nora. Hearing the name from Cypher’s lips before made your heart drop, and now seeing this name as a recent folder in his laptop has you quivering.

You can hear the loud thumps from your chest. More thoughts ran through your mind as you stood there, watching the screen. Does Cypher still love Nora? Why does he have this folder, then? You knew she was still his family, but aren’t you also his now? What about those nights you spent together? All of his sweet whispers to you, the gentle touches throughout the missions, and the warmth he brought to your world.

All you could feel was the rise and fall of your chest when you felt a hand touch your elbow. You turned around and saw the masked face again. He never failed to show his affection for you. That seemed naught now when he noticed the tears that fell down your cheeks.

“What happened?” He asked, his hands gripping your arms. You wiped your tears away before looking at Cypher. What you both had was something that you swore was real. You didn’t mind if you didn’t like him in another life or if you were barely friends in the Omega Earth.

What’s real is here. You were irrefutably in love with Cypher.

“I need some time alone,” You managed to say. Before you knew it, you ran towards the door and left Cypher behind.

Hanging out in Killjoy’s laboratory gave the idea of relief and sanctuary, even in a place with multiple tech stuff. You didn’t expect that the German agent would be giggling when a certain Brazilian arrived shortly after.

“Okay, sorry. We should be here for you,” You heard from Killjoy. Seeing the two get together was heartwarming, but your heart’s not really in a good place right now. You told Killjoy and Raze what happened, and they were surprised to hear about you and Cypher. He didn’t seem the relationship type, they said.

“How’d you know about his wife?” Raze asked. She leaned back as her girlfriend nodded along with her. You took a deep breath, recalling all the things you and Cypher had talked about.

“He told me himself. It was during those nights, and we just talked about the people we had before joining the protocol. I had my brother, and he had Nora.”

Sitting across from them, you realize that what they have is similar to what you and Cypher have. Or had. Tears began swelling up, and you can’t help but think that maybe you were used. All this time, were you just a rebound?

After realizing that Cypher never really told you he loved you, you started to bawl. Killjoy stood up and hugged you tight. Raze followed and gave you a piece of tissue. Lucky for you your friends were at least honest.

Killjoy and Raze decided to cheer you up with a movie night, inviting Neon and Gekko. They had prepared the popcorn, the fuzzy blankets, and the soft pillows. You couldn’t ask for a better night to end the horrible day you just had. Although the pain was still felt, it’s best to do it with company.

Alas, it didn’t last long.

Cypher had been blowing up your cell and found where you were. You weren’t surprised, the guy’s good at that kind of stuff. It’s why he’s here in the first place. He was outside the room, and you could hear his plead to Killjoy to let him talk to you. The room was silent, with the movie paused, making everyone’s ears vacant to listen to the conversation happening. You let out a sigh as you got up and walked towards the two sentinels. Every step you took followed a hint of hesitation.

You can still hear Cypher trying to convince Killjoy to let him in. The desperation in his voice urged you to think one last time. Your mind knows better; you should turn around and regroup with your friends, who are probably the only people who care about you. You just know it, but you also know that your heart chooses him. With the loud drums coming from your chest, you know that something inside you still yearns for Cypher.

Fuck it.

“KJ. I got it from here,” You say, giving your friend a reassuring grip. Killjoy’s eyes scanned your face as if searching for confidence from you. When your eyes locked with hers, she knew you were ready to face Cypher after what happened today. Killjoy left the both of you to talk outside her room.

“Firstly, I’d like to apologize. I admit that what you saw on my laptop was true. I did some research on Nora,” Cypher was the first to break the lack of dialogue. You can see his eyes traveling your face, and his sight stays looking at you. It was dead silent in the hallway, his voice echoing through your ears and surroundings.

“I don’t even care about her, Cypher. I shouldn’t have been so upset earlier. At the end of the day, she’s still your wife,” You can’t help but feel down. Looking down as you cross your arms, you feel Cypher move his hand up to your chin. His finger delicately pushed your face upward, forcing you to look at him.

“Nora was my wife, but you are my lover. She was the past, and yet here I am with you right now. Together, in the present,” Cypher draws his hand back and stares until you take a step forward. Embracing the person who just called you his lover.

“The heart wants what it wants,” You let go of the hug and saw behind you were Sage, who happened to be going to her room. Both of you quickly let go of each other, knowing she’s a close acquaintance of Brimstone. The boss doesn’t want any close relationships forming within the protocol, hence the safe distance you and Cypher try to maintain.

“Relax. I’m off duty,” She winks at you. You let out a sigh of relief before looking at Cypher again. You let out a smile, knowing in this present— he chooses you. What happened in the training room still kept a weight on your shoulders, but you know it will work out. Cypher looks down at you and, slowly catches your hand and intertwines his fingers with yours. Holding your hand up to his lips, he gives it a peck before turning to you and resting his forehead against yours.

“Indeed, the heart really wants what it wants.”

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after the mission (nsfw)

Chamber x Reader

Word Count: 2.9k

Summary: After your first field mission Chamber visits your apartment to make sure that you are doing fine.

A/N: I decided to finally make a blog for all of my fics so I have another place apart from ao3 to post them. Most of them are very much nsfw so keep that in mind when reading. 

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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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A Game of Hearts and Minds

Cypher x Reader

Cypher invited you to a little chess date eventhough it is only an excuse to spend some time together

genre: fluff word count: 500+ words

As the Valorant agents were out training for their next mission, Cypher invited a you to a chess date in the training area. You were surprised by the invitation but excited nonetheless.

He set up the chessboard on a small table in the corner of the room, away from the noise and action of the training area. As the two of you started playing, you found yourself getting lost in the game, focusing intently on the board and the moves you were making.

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[maiackmn]

I’ve discovered your blog and it’s single handedly feeding my current valorant obsession, I love your writing so much. With that said, could I please request a some fluffy confession scenes with Sova or possibly Chamber? Thank you so much!

I will abandon this page istg i hate tumblr but this is a request i can write in one go so here i am at 00:43. Lets see when i'll finish it. (Im done and its 03:00)

<<<The reader is another agent in the protocol in this fic. Sova part is GN and Chamber part is female reader. >>>

Hope you like it! And thank you sm!!

Confession headcannons with Sova and Chamber

He is the hollywood star of hiding emotions and pressing them in so no one can tell what he really feels or who is the person he has eyes on. Exept himself ofcourse.

He is not some kind of "i'll built up my emotions inside so i wont hurt anyone" kind of person. He knows he shouldnt hide them too long or it can cause damage. He talks about his problems to Brim like everybody does. But not love, ofcourse.

He thinks that he shouldnt feel like this to a coworker. Not that there isnt any couples in the HQ. There is Raze and KJ and he knows that Brim allows it.

He is probably scared of you rejecting him. If so, there will be a moody aura between whenever you two need to team up for a mission. He cannot allow that. That will effect both of your morals and the performance.

But every second he is not speaking about his feelings is like a torture to him. Like all of his energy is drawn out of him when he returns from a mission or just from trainings.

Spending his day at his room, not practising archery, not having conversations much often, sitting in the plane and looking out of the window while going to a mission rather than giving courage to people is not like him. Something is bothering him. Clearly.

You went to sit next to him. He immediately turned his head to you. "Did something happened?" He asked.

"I should be the one asking you that." You said. He stared at you for a good 15 seconds.

"Lets have this conversation after the mission." He suggested with the pressure of his own feelings. It was getting too much for him to handle. You did not pressed on it. The mission was a short one after all. Everyone did good and went back to the HQ with the same plane.

He immediately regret his choice of words when you stood infront of him when he tried to get out of the plane. He was planning to found an excuse but he didnt had the time to think about that.

"Umm..." he said trying to get some time to think. You lift a brow, implying that you both know why you are in his way.

"Lets talk about it when no one is around, shall we?" He said while bending over you a little.

"There is no one around, Sasha. You took unexpectedly long to leave the plane." You said. You were not letting him escape again.

He sighed. Looking around, really no one was left at the landing field. He grabbed your arm and getting you two both out of the plane. The sky was open and orange with the sunset of the beautiful winter.

He held both of your hands. You could feel the shake of them. It was ironic that the sniper of the protocol's hands was shaking that easily before you.

"You dont have to say anything, its better if we pretend that i said nothing, but..." you tilted your head and frown at the words. "I am in love with you." He says.

He is too scared to look you in the eyes or hear the words that will come out of your mouth so he continues to speak.

"I was too scared that our friendship will never be the same after my confession so i kept this feelings inside but they didnt stop growing. I felt like i was drowning and couldnt hide it anymore. I am sorry if i ruined our friendship and-"

He stopped after hearing your laugh. Did he said something stupid? Was this so childish for him to do? Why were you laughing?

"You were hiding this from me? For how long?" You said. He got confused. "Uhh... for... over 4 or 5 months?" He said, unsure about when he got this crush over you.

"You should have told me from the start silly. I like you too!" As you said, his eyes lit up with the happiness. Holding your hands tighter, he asked. "Really? Are you real? You are not saying that because you dont want me to feel bad, do you?"

With your head shake as a no, he hugs you while both of you laugh with joy. And there goes your first kiss with him. Under the orange sky with the blow of an air like a celebration of the nature for both of you.

Mhm. We all know this man aint hiding nothing. He shall show you and everyone that he has eyes on you so that nobody can steal you from him untill he officialy takes you out.

Yea i feel like he would take you out to an extra expensive restaurant to confess, even the offer itself looks like the confession already.

"Chamber, you really dont have to." You say while hanging the vandal back to its place. Training was over and the french man knew your schedule from head to toe. It was impossible for him to miss any of your free times.

"Please, the randevu was made from weeks ago. Plus, if it isnt going to be you then who is it?" He says while giving you the card of the restaurant. On the card, it was written the place of the restaurant (i will die from this stuffy nose istg i cannot write) with the date and time of the randevu with his fancy handwriting.

You gave a smile to him. Not often you got this kind of... um... take outs? (I forgor the word in english) He was generous to offer you this. Altough it was clear why he did this.

You contact Brim to clear that day but he said that Chamber did it for you. Then you discover that nearly everyone knows about the "take out" that you guys will have.

"O. M. G. You know that he will confess you that night, right?" Jett said while cutting cucumbers to put on her eyes but Phoenix eats them trying not to get caught. The girls night is getting little heavy on you. (Pho is one of the girls idc.)

"Yea, yea, i know. Who doesnt." You said while rolling your eyes. Trying to not pop the conversation much.

"I mean, i didnt got a confession in a fancy restaurant." KJ said while looking at Raze. Who has no idea whats going on.

"Well, im okay if he wants to do it this way but im not sure if i'll fit in that kind of atmosphere. Everyone and everything is so expensive. You know." You said while shaking your shoulders.

"Are you kidding me? That french has his eyes on you. You think he will matter if you fit in or not?" Neon lifts the cucumbers from her eyes and looks at you from the couch. You lift your hands sideways as to tell you dont know.

"We will make you fit." Phoenix says with excitement. "What is the date?" He asks while everyone awaits the answer from you.

Eventually, the date comes. Everyone you gave the date is more excited than you. Preparing your dress, makeup and everything like its a doll dressing game.

When it comes to Chamber, he was ready more than ever. It was like classic Chamber yet so different. He had his 'special occasion suit' on him and a smug smile on his face. He offers you his arm and you take it.

(You go to the restaurant but its getting too late and i need some sleep so imma skip that part.)

"So..." he says while you both sit face to face, eating dinner. He had studied this for over how many times and yet he is still nervous. You turned your look at him and raise a brow.

"We both know why we are here, Vincent. I like you too. You dont have to give me a whole speech." You said. Drinking some of the wine to cover your face and overexcitement.

He laughs at your boldness. "Its open like a book, isnt it?" He looks straight into your eyes. You feel like they could pierce through you. "Thats my girl. Bold and smart as always" He says. "You dont need a brain to see that you have eyes on me." It was your time to laugh.

He looks at you with that stupid smirk on his face. Like he truly fell in love if you. "I love you." He says. Giving up on the talk he had prepared. He felt like it was the only thing he needed to say.

Even if that three words was the only thing he said, they made your heartbeat race up immediately. With a giggle, you hold his hand that is on the table. "I love you." You said. The only thing he said and the only thing he needed to hear from you was the same nontheless.

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Fantasize (Cypher x F!Reader) Part 2

Summary: Part 2 to Fantasize. Read part 1 here

Pairing: Cypher x F!Reader

Word Count: 2,675

Warnings: male masturbation, sexual fantasy, hand job, blow job, p in v sex

Notes: Cypher’s turn ;)

After last night, I think I’m in love with you

(I think I’m in love with you)

Woke up and I can’t get you out of my head

(I’ve tried, I’ve tried)

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Returning to work like normal had proven more of a challenge than Cypher had thought.

That night he’d watched you in your room, he’d hardly slept a wink, waiting for what felt like hours for his erection to go down. He’d thought about finishing himself off, just to relieve himself of the torment, but he’d refused. As desperately as he’d tried to think of anything else, the only thing on his mind had been you. You and your face drawn in pleasure, writhing under the covers as you cried his name…

He’d forced himself to go straight to bed, unwilling to let that memory linger. He couldn’t use you in that way. It was wrong. It was selfish. So he’d resigned himself to a restless night, certain that in the morning, it would feel as though nothing had ever happened.

But, despite his efforts, he could not seem to forget. And in the coming weeks, his turmoil would only worsen.

Cypher had been sure his feelings towards you would not change; he would continue working with you as always—as coworkers and friends, and nothing more. But the moment he’d entered the break room that morning and spotted your face among the others, he’d felt a jolt in his chest. He’d written it off as just surprise—he hadn’t seen you since the previous day, after all—but that sensation had returned later on, when he’d passed by you in the hall. A fluttering feeling in his heart—not unlike the kind he’d felt when he’d first started dating Nora.

It wasn’t a crush. It couldn’t be a crush. He was a grown man—he was too old for crushes. If anything, he was coming down with a sickness. That had to be it.

Unfortunately for him, his symptoms persisted for the rest of the week, and the next week after. He was strangely jumpy around you, his concentration thrown off. He found himself more distracted during missions, his aim far less precise than it usually was, to the irritation of some of his teammates. If you had noticed, you didn’t mention it, but that wasn’t the point. He was off his game. There was something wrong with him, and it wasn’t good.

Cypher had joined the protocol for two reasons, and two only: to gather as much intel as possible, and to protect himself and his identity for as long as he could. In all the years he’d been with Valorant, he had not once strayed from those goals, nor let anything stand in his way, even with all the obstacles he’d faced. He knew everything —nothing ever caught him off-guard.

But for some inexplicable reason, this had.

At this point, he knew you had feelings for him. You were infatuated with him, at the very least. But why? He had never been particularly kind to you. He had been friendly, yes. Helpful, certainly. He’d cracked a few jokes with you here and there. But what had he really done to make you feel this way? Why would you think of him when you were pleasuring yourself? None of it made any sense, and he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it since that night.

He couldn’t understand how he could have had such an effect on you—and in turn, how you could have such an effect on him. This wasn’t normal. He was always so focused, never losing sight of the task at hand, never letting anything distract him. And yet you’d found a way to worm inside his brain, burrowing down deep and making a home for yourself. He could only think of you, and no matter what he did to occupy himself, nothing was ever enough to drive away the thought of you. It was madness.

He had to do something about it.

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Cypher returned to his room late that night, weary and eager to unwind.

He began to rid himself of his many layers, removing his hat first and then his coat, which he hung up on its rack. Once he had stripped down to his underwear, he considered taking a shower. It was so late, but the idea was tantalizing. His whole body was sore, and in all honesty, he didn’t smell pleasant. Wearing so much clothing all day long had its downsides.

Heading into his bathroom, he took off his boxers and started the water for the shower, stepping in when he was sure it was hot enough. As he let the water seep into his hair, he could feel his mind starting to wander.

You’d been assigned to his team for the most recent mission. Recently, Cypher had been finding ways to avoid you, hoping to keep his mind clear as much as he could when he wasn’t working, but when teams were assigned, he had no say in who he could or could not work with, and trying to get out of working with you would have looked suspicious anyway. The mission had not gone nearly as smoothly as it could have; he’d missed a target he’d been aiming at by a hair, then almost botched the entrance during the infiltration of the site. All because you’d been right there with him, and he’d been too aware of your presence.

You. You, with your bright eyes and smile that could light up a room. You, with a sweet voice and an even sweeter laugh. You, who always listened to him so intently, never interrupting. You, who were naive, but somehow also wise. Optimistic in a way he hadn’t been in a very long time, and maybe never would be again.

Cypher leaned against the shower wall, lost in thought. The memory of you in your bed, touching yourself to him, was beginning to replay in his mind. He remembered it so vividly; how you’d thrown back your head and screwed your eyes shut, back arching as you chased the pleasure your hand brought you. How you’d opened your mouth wide and whined his name—his real name—like you needed him more than anything.

He couldn’t take this anymore. Why couldn’t he have just kept your mic off? If you’d stayed muted, he never would have heard you cry out for him. He would never know you had feelings for him, even if now, they seemed almost obvious to him. He would have stayed ignorant, and experienced none of this torture—these feelings and sensations that always seemed to bog him down. It had been so much easier before, when you were just another coworker, another person who couldn’t affect him. He wished he could make all this go away, force his heart and body to stop feeling so much.

As he looked down, though, he was reminded of the fact that he couldn’t simply do that. He groaned, realizing how hard he’d become at the thought of you. Even when you were nowhere near him, you had power over him. It wasn’t right. He was the one with the power; he alone knew everyone’s secrets, including yours. What did you know about him? Nothing. No one did.

And yet… how could he blame you for any of this?

You were just a young woman, a new agent to the protocol. He knew your family, your history, your hometown. He knew the kind of person you were. You were sincere; you had no ulterior motive, no reason to want to get under his skin. You’d always been honest with him, even when you didn’t have to be. That night, you’d been alone in your own private room, with no way of knowing if anyone was watching or listening. You couldn’t have known he would learn about it. You’d done it for yourself… because you wanted to.

You were just… a girl with a crush.

Cypher glanced at his hand, then at his painfully erect cock. There was no point wracking his brain about this any longer. He was exhausted, mentally and physically, and he needed some relief.

Taking himself in his hand, he closed his eyes and conjured up an image.

He was sitting in a chair, someone on their knees between his legs. No face. Just someone to please him.

He sighed, relaxing as he began to stroke his shaft.

The faceless person shifted closer. Hands wrapped around his cock, lightly gripping the base.

Cypher copied the motion.

They leaned in, impishly licking the head of his cock, wetting it with their saliva.

He released a soft breath, stroking a bit harder.

Warm lips latched onto the head to suck, letting saliva drip down his shaft. Suddenly, opening their mouth wider, they took all of him in at once.

He inhaled sharply.

Taking him deep in their throat, they sucked and licked his twitching cock, moaning around him. Unable to help himself, he looked down, eager to watch the performance.

You were staring up at him, mouth full of him.

Cypher’s hips stuttered, and he nearly let go of his cock. No. No. Not you. You weren’t supposed to be here. He had to stop this.

He shook his head, rewinding the vision.

He refused to look down this time, focusing solely on the feeling of that warm, wet mouth and fat tongue. He thrust slowly, needing to be deeper, deeper. He hit something—the back of a throat, most likely—and the moan around his cock sent a shock through him like electricity.

It was your voice. Your moan.

A pained noise escaped him. No. He was losing control.

Cypher looked down, helpless not to meet your gaze. You peered up at him from under thick eyelashes, your pretty lips stretched around his cock. You took him deeper into your mouth, tasting him, savoring him.

He moaned, stroking himself harder. Fuck. This wasn’t good. He wasn’t supposed to be seeing your face. But how could he possibly stop?

You licked his shaft, then sucked him feverishly, giving extra attention to his head. He bucked his hips, reaching to grab your hair. Once he’d taken hold, he pulled, and you moaned around him again.

Cypher groaned low. This was so good. Too good.

You grazed him lightly with your teeth, gagging just a little as you tried to take him in all the way once more.

He pumped himself even harder, thrusting with each motion. He knew he shouldn’t enjoy this. He knew this was wrong, but he had to keep going.

You let go of him for just a second, dragging your tongue up his length.

His body jerked. More, more.

“Cypher, please,” you murmured, your lips pressed to the side of his cock. “I need you. Please.”

Cypher grunted. Oh, your voice would be the death of him.

He tightened his grip on your hair. “You need me?” he asked softly. “How badly?”

You licked him again, making him shudder. “I need you right now,” you begged. “Amir.”

He shivered, a surge of heat rushing straight down to his core. Oh, fuck. There was no going back now.

In an instant, everything shifted. He had you pinned down underneath him, both of you naked with eyes locked. You gazed up at him, your cheeks flushed and lips parted. You were so lovely.

Without saying a word, Cypher inched forward, lifting your thighs as he coaxed them to wrap around him. Then, his arms on either side of your head, he pushed into you.

You whined loudly as you took him inside, your slick walls contracting around his cock.

Cypher’s breath hitched as he worked himself. He wondered how tight you were, how wet you would be if he ever got inside you. Would you take him with ease, like this? Or would he have to open you up some more?

He moaned out, soaking in the warmth of your cunt as he drove himself deeper. You whimpered when he bottomed out, tightening on his length, and that only spurred him on. He thrust faster, harder.

Cypher moved as though he were fucking you, bucking his hips with each firm stroke.

“Amir,” you cried out, clawing at his back. “S-So good. So good—please.”

“Shhhh.” He bent down, speaking close to your ear. “Be patient, dear.”

You responded by clamping down on him, forcing a strangled cry from him.

Cypher panted. This was too much; he was so close now. Just a few more sweet words from you, and he’d be done for.

“Please,” you whined. Your hands had moved from his back to his hair, grasping and pulling on his curls. “Amir.”

“Sweet girl,” he breathed. He dropped down to his elbows to kiss your exposed chest. He found your nipple and sucked, relishing the high moan you made when he did so.

Just a little more.

Cypher kissed your jaw, rolling his hips into you. “Do you want to cum?” he murmured.

“Yes,” you gasped. “Please—please.”

What he would give to hear you beg for him like this.

You dug your nails into his scalp, bringing his head down lower. You kissed his nose, his cheek, his neck, no mask to keep his face hidden from you.

Cypher faltered, your name escaping his mouth in a whisper.

You found his ear and took it between your teeth, tugging.

He said your name again, louder this time. So close, so close, so close…

You arched your back, tightening around him and moaning right into his ear. “I love you—I love you, please cum for me—”

Cypher gasped harshly. Shit—it was happening. It was happening now.

His cock pulsed violently in his hand, and then he was suddenly cumming, hot pale seed shooting out from the head. It spilled onto the floor of the shower, swirling for a moment before vanishing down the drain.

Cypher caught his breath, one hand soothing his cock through his climax with the other on the wall to support himself. His heart was pounding fiercely, so hard he could feel it ringing in his ears. He couldn’t remember the last time an orgasm had overwhelmed him this much. He was trembling, and unimaginably hot, even without the steaming water raining down on him.

He exhaled as his heart rate calmed, leaning heavily against the wall. How long had he been in here? He hadn’t even done a thing to actually wash himself. Blinking, and pushing his hair out of his eyes, he did his best to break free of his haze, wiping the last traces of cum from his cock before setting to work cleaning the rest of his body.

Some time later, when he’d finished, Cypher stepped carefully out of the shower and prepared for bed. After dressing himself for the night, he took a seat at his desk. No matter how tired he was, he could not go to sleep without one final surveillance.

Everyone appeared to be in their proper place; even those missing from their rooms were accounted for, either away on an established mission or relaxing in the break room. He searched for the agents from his own team—all in their own rooms, already asleep.

Including you.

You were tucked under your covers, turned away from the camera. Just as Cypher felt a twinge of disappointment, you suddenly shifted onto your other side, revealing your face to him, and his heart skipped a beat. You were holding your favorite teddy bear in your arms, so tightly it could have been your baby, and the corner of his mouth curled up at the sight.

He was too tired, too numb from the last hour to really think about any of this. About what he had done in the shower, and what it had meant. For him. For you. For Nora. The past. The future.

All he knew was that he wanted you, and it couldn’t be denied any longer.

(Part 3 coming soon!!)

[maiackmn]

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?"

[maiackmn]

“you will be fine.”

[ cypher x gn!reader ] a mission goes wrong, a mission that you’re caught up in. cypher can’t loose you too.

tw: reader is injured. descriptions of blood and brief mention of guns.

notes: this will probably be part of a larger series.. i’m a sucker for this trope idk. anyway, my (arabic) bsf says that ‘hobi’ is a term of endearment + google backed that up but please lmk if i messed up. thanks for reading!

his dark eyes had turned to you whenever the “good work, now lets head home” had come through the radio.

a familiar sense of relief had washed over him, one that he was usually skeptical to accept but one that was welcomed nonetheless. he wished he would have been a little more skeptical this time.

he watched as you smiled at him, then watched as your smile quickly fell. your eyes locked onto something on the ground behind him. you opened your mouth to speak, but you were interrupted by the sound of a singular gunshot.

the next few seconds happened very quickly. in one quick motion, cypher had turned and returned fire. the opposing agent dropped instantly.

and then, as cypher realized exactly where the other bullet had to have gone, time slowed down.

the air felt heavy.

not that it actually was, just that it felt as though the room was small. too small, and in such a way that it felt as though the room was closing in on him and his lungs were being filled.

cypher shouted. didn’t know if the others could hear him. he couldn’t even hear himself, although he felt like he was yelling. or maybe that was normal, what with the ringing noise and blood running in his ears and being already half-deaf from the gun that had just been fired so close to him.

he took in the scene before him in pieces at first. your gun laying on the ground, magazine still unloaded. the almost perfectly circular hole in your clothing. the crimson liquid pooling out of the wound in your left shoulder. your armor laying half-askew on your body. your glassy eyes staring up and involuntary tears slipping out of your eyes.

and then, he let the pieces form a full picture.

he was at your side before the image even registered in his mind. a gloved thumb wiped the tears that slipped from your eyes, the other attempting to apply pressure to the wound.

“you’re fine,” his throat was closing up, despite his best attempts at trying to soothe you. “you’re going to be just fine, hobi. just stay with me, okay? everything is going to be just fine.”

chamber’s hands grabbed at him first. and then it was brimstone. he felt their touches, but they felt more like a distant memory than anything significant. later, he would be told how much he tried to struggle out of their grasps just to be near you.

“they need room to work,” brimstone spoke in reference to sage and the medics who had just landed with the helicopter. cypher didn’t hear him.

at some point, he stopped fighting. he lay limp in the other’s arms. he doesn’t really remember walking to the helicopter or getting in it. he barely remembers the flight back, save for the way he was staring at you the entire time. the bright red of blood had covered his gloves, beading along the surface of the black waterproof fabric. it was dried and mostly rubbed off in some way now, but he took them off to wipe the dirt from your face.

“they will be fine.” sage said, confidence in her voice but a quiver accompanying it nonetheless.

“you will be fine.” he repeated sage’s words to your sleeping figure softly, almost so quietly that no one could hear it.

[maiackmn]

Hello! First post on hit site Tumblr!! I offer you an extremely rushed Cypher x Reader! I'm so sorry if he's a bit OOC here. Do note that I originally made this with an OC in mind! Comments will be greatly appreciated. Enjoy :)

(C/N) - Code Name

(Y/N) - Your Name

(C/N) looked at the man right across from them, a mug of tea in hand. His eyes, never peeling away from them— at least that’s what they thought. They couldn’t read much from Cypher’s face because of his pesky little mask covering every identifiable inch of him. The blue lenses only provided them small insight with how frequent his shutters— or eyelids blink. Despite that, they still feel his eyes on them, as if they have his undivided attention.

“So, Cypher, what did you call me here for?” (C/N) asks as they look down into their mug, gently swirling it around to gather the loose leaves in the middle while awaiting his answer.

“What? Is it not normal to want to have a cup of tea with a friend?” He teased as he giggled, holding up his white mug of tea to them. He then lifted his mask up ever-so-slightly to take a sip of his still-hot tea, making (C/N) turn away for the sake of courtesy.

“You gotta warn me before you do that. I don’t wanna accidentally see your face, Amir.” Their voice had a hint of annoyance in it. Cypher was a man of mystery— the man kept his entire identity; from appearance to past a secret for Christ sake! Despite that, it seemed like he had no issue with (C/N) seeing a bit of his face, but he hasn’t told them that yet, which prompts silly situations like this.

“I know, dear. But it’s alright, I know you aren’t telling anyone about what you saw.” He pulled his mask down to hide his smirk. “You and I aren’t so different. We practically think the same! Minus the hidden identity, of course.”

(C/N) sighs at his antics and rolls their eyes. “I suppose we are.”

A moment of silence falls between the two. It doesn’t feel awkward, but it feels like something’s hung up in the air. Like a question that needs an answer.

“(Y/N), there is something I need to tell you.” The once goofy air suddenly turned serious. It wasn’t everyday people called (C/N) by their real name instead of their code name. Whenever their real name is used, they know the topic is gonna be something rather important. They tilted their head to the side, as if questioning the sudden shift in tone.

Silence once again, but this time Cypher’s nervously fidgeting with his mug, looking down into its contents. A sigh escapes him as he looks back up to meet their gaze. Oh their gaze; so piercing. It was as if they were staring into the deepest depths of his soul, digging through the dark matter that lies within to see even a glimpse of his thoughts.

“I thought about it for a while. My past, Nora— everything really. It’s all been so dark, so dreary ever since it all crumbled for me. But you— when you joined, it felt like a breath of fresh air. Everyday, I look forward to seeing you. Our little hangouts have been the highlight of my days recently. Whenever you’re around, I feel like a sailor lost in the raging sea finally seeing the light from the lighthouse. A beacon of hope, if you will—” He cuts himself off with a cough, slightly tilting his hat to hide his embarrassment.

“I may be too old for this word, but I think I might have a crush on you.” He visibly cringes at the word. “Truth be told, I haven’t felt this way since I first met Nora. It’s strange to feel that flutter in my chest once again. Just thought I had to get my feelings out there. Didn’t want them brewing in me for too long.”

Cypher now refused to look at them, opting to look to the side and focus on any piece of furniture or clutter instead of them. (C/N), on the other hand, only gave him a sigh before standing up. ‘Maybe it was a bad idea…’ He thought, thinking they were just gonna leave him with no response— a rejection.

He was so lost in thought he didn’t notice that (C/N) was now standing at his side, opposite from where he was looking. One could imagine the surprise he felt when they grabbed his chin to face them, raised his mask just right above his nose, and kissed him.

They kissed him.

…

They kissed him.

It lasted only a second, but to him it felt like eternity. A kiss he so desperately wanted for so long, finally given to him. They only tasted faintly of cardamom and honey, but it tasted like sweet, sweet nectar to him; sweet, addictive, and intoxicating.

They pulled his mask back down and scoffed. “Despite being a genius, you’re a stupid man, Amir. I already knew from the get-go. I just wanted to hear you say it.”

“So, was that a yes?” He said as he looked up at them. If he wasn’t wearing the mask, (C/N) swore he’d have some puppy-eyed look on his face right now.

They crossed their arms over their chest and stuck their tongue out at him, a rare display of immaturity from them. It was cute. “I don’t know, was it?”

Cypher chuckled at their sarcasm. He then stood up and pulled up his mask halfway to give them a kiss, one they gladly returned.

“Eww, gross! can you guys get a room? I’m about to cook lunch here and you guys are literally making out.” A voice from behind the two interrupted them. It was Jett, and it seemed like she had brought Phoenix and Neon with her. Cypher immediately broke the kiss to quickly pull his mask over followed by (C/N) hiding their blushing face from the group.

Knowing the group, they’ll probably never hear the end of it. They’ll most likely spread it around the Protocol, but for the first time, it didn’t even matter to Cypher. He’s just happy they feel the same, happy that he finally has what he’s wanted for so long.

[maiackmn]

after work. (18+)

pairing : chamber x fem!reader

note : no plot smut, established relationship, pet names (princess, good girl), semi-public sex, p in v, kinda possessive!chamber, reader calls him daddy.

"Shh, the others might hear us. You wouldn't want that, non?"

His right hand pressed over your mouth, trying to suppress your moans while he fucked you from behind.

Long story short, both of you were on a mission, but got bored waiting for the Vulture to fetch everyone up. So, you and Chamber left the base to take a stroll around Haven to fill up your free time. Others didn't mind either.

But things didn’t go as planned. 

Chamber pushed onto the wall, as he started devouring your mouth, fighting over dominance. His tongue danced around every corner of your mouth, making sure he could taste every piece of you.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, your body surrendering to his affections.

“Merde, j’ai besoin de toi, ma chérie… (Shit, I need you, sweetheart…)” He whispered, his breath tickled your skin. His hands roamed all over your body, seemingly trying to seek more of you. Your back arched as he grabbed your ass.

He reached for your neck, leaving a trail of noticeable hickeys.

“Vincent- Oh…!”

Your moans were cut off by him, as you felt him biting your exposed skin.

“You’re so soft, chérie ~” he said with a husky voice.

His hand slowly trailed down the lower part of your body, reaching for in between your thighs.

“Need you, chérie. Please…”, as he continued leaving kisses on your hickeys given by him.

“I’m… yours… Vin…” You whimpered, feeling more eager than ever.

His hand reached under your pants, and started slowly rubbing your clit in circles. You moaned softly, trying to get used to the new pleasure. You started to grind on his fingers, silently begging for release. His other hand reached for the waistband of your pants, then he pulled it down until it reached your thighs, comfortable enough for him to put his fingers inside you.

Your arms around his neck tightened as you felt two of his fingers touching your soft walls.

You moaned as his thumb continued abusing your clit, the action fucking up your senses.

He smirked, “You’re so tight, love ~ I have to make sure you can take all of me, hm?”

He felt pride when he saw you act so submissive under him, under his touch. He finds it adorable. So fucking irresistable.

His movements started to get faster, your pussy making squelching sounds. He could feel your soft walls tightening around his fingers. He chuckled.

“Come for me, la princesse (my princess). Come for me.”

You nuzzled your face on his chest, your muffled moans only can be heard by him. Your warm release dripped down your trembling thighs.

Chamber licked his cum-covered fingers, while looking into your dazed eyes.

He gave you a passionate kiss, which you could taste a hint of your juices on his lips before he turned you around.

“I’m not done with you yet.” He whispered, as you could feel his front leaned onto your back.

He unzipped his pants, immediately letting go of his erected, long and thick dick. 

He started to rub your sensitive pussy, giving it light slaps while stroking himself. The action overstimulated you and made you moan.

After hearing your soft and adorable moans, Chamber tightened his fist and pumped himself harder. God, your angelic voice is enough to drive him crazy.

He stopped pumping his dick as he decided to stroke his dick in between your supple wet lips instead. Your thighs trembled, as you felt his dick being so close to your entrance. His hands moved to your sides, gripping you to keep you still.

Chamber always loves the sight of you squirming under his touch, he truly loves it.

He whispered words of affirmation into your ear as he slowly inserted himself inside you.

“Shh, that’s my good girl, you’re doing so well, ma chérie ~”

You whimpered, the sense of discomfort as you felt his girth slowly stretching your walls out.

Even though you and Chamber had sex multiple times before, you will never get used to his size, not even after he prepared you. 

“V-Vin… so… big…” 

“I know, chérie… You’re taking me so well…”

He nuzzled his face on the crook of your neck, inhaling your heavenly scent, as he continued thrusting into you slowly. 

He softly caressed your sides and left trails of kisses on your neck as comfort. He always keeps in mind to be gentle with you and your petite body, as if you’re a porcelain doll. But, he has broken promises before. With his bigger, stronger body and uncontrollable lustful appetite, he’s quite an impatient man.

Especially when it comes to his sweet princess.

And things got rough.

The sounds of skin slapping against each other filled your surroundings, his grip on your hair tightened, as both of you were experiencing heightened arousal.

“Tu es mienne… (You’re mine…)” 

Those words can be heard repeatedly from Chamber, whispered into your ear like a prayer.

“Vin… I can’t…”

“Shh… I know, chérie…”, as he thrusted into you harder, reaching for your cervix.

The bruising grip of his left hand on your side tightened, trying to stop you from squirming.

The thought of others finding the both of you in this position, made his mind wandered to unspeakable scenarios. That’s one of the ways to prove you’re his, and only his.

To prove you’re Vincent Fabron’s precious property.

He removed his grip on your hair and gripped both of your sides instead, lifting your petite body off the ground, basically manhandling you. His tip touched your cervix as he kept on ramming into you back and forth, which sent you to oblivion. He could feel your soft walls clenching around him, a sign that you’re about to reach your climax.

“You want to cum, princess?”

You nodded, unable to form any words, you can’t think anymore. Chamber has fucked all of your brains out, he has fucked you dumb.

“Hm? Use your words, princess. Je ne t'entends pas… (I can’t hear you…)”

He gave you one hard thrust, earning a loud moan from you. You’re such a mess.

“I… w-wanna…cum… Vin-”

He chuckled, “Vin? That’s not what I want to hear, princess…”

He thrusted into you again, even harder now. His grip on your sides tightened, you could tell it will leave bruises later on.

“I-I wanna… cum… d-daddy…”

He leaned onto your back, “Louder.”

“I-I wanna cum… daddy…!”

“Good girl ~” and he continued fucking you senselessly. 

You couldn’t suppress your moans anymore, your brain was clouded with Vincent, Vincent and Vincent. You finally reached your climax, your whole body trembling caused by your release. You could feel your juices overflowing down your thighs, mixed with Chamber’s pre-cum.

Imagine being so fucking dumb over Vincent Fabron’s huge dick?

He leaned onto your back, leaving soft kisses on the nape of your neck. He wrapped his arms around your waist, still keeping you off the ground. His thrusts became sloppier.

“Princess, let me cum inside… Je suis en train de jouir… (I’m about to cum…)”

You nodded, as you kept moaning his name softly.

His arms tightened around you, he groaned as he came inside you, painting your walls with his overflowing seed.

He leaned into you further, pulling you into his warm embrace.

He kissed your cheeks, “You did so well, angel. I’m proud of you.”

He watched his cum dripped out of your pussy while slowly pulling his dick out of you.

He scooped all of his overflowing cum back into your pussy with his finger, which earned whimpering noises from you.

He chuckled, “My apologies, mon chérie.”

As a cherry on top, Chamber planted a quick peck on your pouting lips. 

He quickly cleaned you up with his expensive custom-made handkerchief he always has with him. He pulled your pants up and fixed your hair, he had to make sure you look presentable. (Read: He had to make sure you didn't look like your guts were getting rearranged by him.)

He lifted you up with his strong arms under your thighs, your legs wrapped around his waist.

You hugged him, as you sleepily nuzzled your face on his shoulder and slowly drifting off.

Both of you arrived at base, but the sight of you sleeping in Chamber’s embrace got the other agents worried. They asked if you were okay.

Chamber gave them a cheeky smile, “She has a stomach ache. No worries.”

(A/N) : i, too, would go fucking dumb over Vincent Fabron's huge dick.

masterlist.

[maiackmn]

Hi, I think you're getting a lot of requests about Chamber, but how can we resist this man?? So I'd like to ask for a scenario where the reader dies in his arms during a mission, a very dramatic vibe, preferably a female reader. I love your writings andnow i started opening my laptop every morning just to reread your blog writings.

𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐓'𝐒 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍 .

( Synopsis ) Fate was a fickle thing, but it was what led Chamber to you.

( Author's Note ) Unless this was how you never saw it, I didn't have the heart to kill the reader I'm so sorry :'D

( Pairing ) Chamber x F! Agent Reader 

( Content Warnings ) Mentions of blood, death, nightmares, wounds, hurt to comfort.

( Word Count ) 0.7k+ words // NOT EDITED! 

This was just a dream, this was just a dream, this was just a nightmare dream.

Dreams were not an uncommon term in a human's mind, some stories even revolved around the concept and the legends about the futures engraved in outer space. People dream about nations lost in the mantra of memoirs, fabricated in the depths of our pathetic wistfulness, and romanticized by shattered hearts. Humanity is lulled by the deceased souls in the loving embrace of a dream oh so beautiful, they would weep when they are awoken. We are all lured into the heavenly peculiar void where we are granted a chance to escape reality.

Fictions of wishes and oaths of promises appear in dreams of hope. Silks of false realities written in the dusted books are stored in the libraries of our memories. They are the results of our thoughts and deepest yearnings, so perhaps that was why everybody wished "Sweet dreams." Dreams are how hope continues to live on, no matter how delusional one may be.

When one dream withers into ashes, another rises from the flames. Hope shall never fade away. Just like a Phoenix, how ironic. Born from nothing, death from a sporadic reason, and they will be reborn anew. Candle lights that flickered again. Butterflies that spread their wings after domains of restraint.

It shall occupy the space where two people will always come back to each other, and that timeline will loop over and over again no matter how far they are separated from each other. That is what we call the notion intertwined with time, fate, and fate will choose those who are constantly refusing to be together, to be together.

Dreams, memories, time, luck, love. Fate truly was a fickle thing.

What his entire world revolved around was in front of him all along, and it fell apart. You, his gorgeous girlfriend, best friend, soulmate, whatever the hell you were to him. One minute ago you were alive and well, the next you were bleeding to death.

He'd rather fate let the both of you encounter each other in another life, but what was done was done.

"...mber."

"Did I at least make you happy?" How cliché, the two main protagonists of the movie you adored to watch together, dancing under the rain. Just without the dancing, and someone was dying, which was very much still cliché.

"Stop talking," Chamber spoke bitterly, holding you in his arms. His past came back clinging onto him, so now the both of you were the ones facing the consequences. It should have been him getting shot, not you.

God, he never wanted this to happen. Yet you smiled at him, and he understood, you never blamed him. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"...hamber."

The light enchanted your features during your last moments. In his vision, your skin was getting paler, the blood leaking out of your wound staining his clothes. But he didn't care, you were still the same gorgeous woman that made his cheeks warm and hands sweaty. Somehow you always had that effect on him. "Did I at least make you happy?"

Chamber's mind wandered to the first time you both met, your first fight, the first time you both held hands, the first time you both kissed. The time he laughed at you for not being able to raise one eyebrow or the time you giggled at him when you learned he couldn't whistle.

"You made me happy." He wanted to create more memories with you, but there was nothing he could do. Sage and Skye were still back at base, and it was only the both of you sent on the mission. The least he could do was provide you comfort.

Till the stars do you apart. No matter what anyone says, you will be held close to his heart. He failed to protect you, he failed to keep his promise. Despite the horrid scene happening right now, it was tranquil serenity. What was going to happen next was accepted.

Then, it was the moment you both dreaded. You went limp in his arms. "No, no no no─"

"Vincent."

Chamber woke up. Heart palpitating, his mind racing through various scenarios, but most importantly, you.

It was a nightmare.

"Hey, you good?" You crawled on top of his chest, cupping his cheek in concern.

The French drew out a shaky sigh, leaning on to your hand instinctively.

"Just alright," If that really was just a bad dream, there should be nothing to worry about.

Right?

astolary 2022 — do not edit, repost, or translate.

[maiackmn]

Attention hog

Pairing: Chamber X reader Theme: some nice fluff between you and chamber

SFW. No smut here folks sorry

Curled into your side sat your boyfriend, wearing one of your shirts, a pair of your shorts, and entirely missing his glasses. Despite him being taller than you he was curled like a small cat into your stomach, arms tangled around while his legs almost hung off of the bed. Your hand rested on the back of his head while the other scrolled aimlessly on your phone, occupying yourself. Sometimes he would fall asleep like this however right now he was pouting. What was the infamous designer pouting about you may ask? You were going on leave without him.  “Chamber,” your voice was almost scolding as he pressed his head deeper into your stomach. If he could live engulfed by you he entirely would. Nice and safe hidden by you without a care in the world. “We cannot go on leave at the same time all the time.” It half felt like you weren’t scolding your other half but were instead scolding a child who was throwing a fit. If the other agents saw him like this it would be the end of his carefully crafted image. When it came to you he cared little for how you saw him, at least at this point, so that meant him pouting like a child as well as other things. All you recieved was a groan and his arms tightening around you. You were entirely being crushed by him at this point and were growing annoyed. “Vincent.” With his name being voiced he slacked and froze. “If we keep taking leave at the same time they will figure it out sooner or later.” Whining he drug himself up to where his head now sat on your shoulder. You could feel his warmed face rubbing into the crook of your neck, his loose hair tickling the flesh there. Something was mumbled that you couldn’t pick up, only hearing the pitiful tone it carried. “Sweetheart please speak up I can’t hear you.” Adjusting to where his mouth was just level with your ear he spoke.  “I understand love,” It was flat and tired. “but do you recall what date is in the middle of your leave?” Thinking of all the holidays that could possibly come up you hit a wall. Christmas was months away, Chamber’s birthday had been two months ago, Valentines day was long past. Searching your mind you sat in silence for a moment before suddenly it struck you.  “Fuck!” You exclaimed somewhat loudly, your palm meeting your forehead. “Anniversary, sorry.” A small groan left your mouth as it was your turn to pout. How could you have forgotten that date so easily? It was nearing four years since the two of you had initially gotten together so it wasn’t like this was the first one. This relationship was one of the longer ones you’d had while it was Vincent’s longest. You felt like an ass for forgetting and felt even worse over scolding him for pouting. He had full right to want to spend that time with you even if it may mean suspicion, after all he had never kept someone around for that long let alone that close. “Okay, okay.” Quickly wanting to patch any holes you may have made you came up with a solution. “How about you spring it as an last minute emergency request? Like when Phoenix needed some mental health days after the Fade stuff?”  “Already done,” Irritation grew in your core at his words. “I cannot believe you forgot and were so upset at the idea of spending time with me.” There he was. There was your overly dramatic, needy boyfriend.  “You know, I may reschedule.”  “Non!” His face was quickly shoved back into your shoulder as his arms nearly squeezed the life out of you. Yep, that’s the infamous marksmen known as Chamber in all his glory, throwing a fit yet again. 

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Wingman!

Helloo!! Hope youre having a great day wherever you are:) heres another gekko x reader because I love him sm<33 (may be a little short)

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You’ve been apart of the valorant protocol for about a few months now, just getting the hang of the guns and missions every week or so. Then came a new recruit, Gekko to be exact. When you met him, he seemed chill, but you did notice how he acted a little off towards you than other people. Since he came, you two have only interacted about three or four times. After that, you two have been quiet with each other mostly due to missions.

It was then a week later you had started receiving strange gifts left on your desk in your room, along with strange little paw prints next to them. It became almost a daily thing, you coming back from missions or training and finding either chocolates, flowers, or other gifts somewhere in your room. You were a bit concerned because how the hell could anyone get into your room unnoticed by anyone?

Over time you had an idea of who, or rather what had been giving you all this little token of appreciation. After coming back early from training after feeling a bit more tired than usual, you heard strange noises, kind of like little blob sounds from around the corner of the hallway your room was in, but once you caught up to it, nothing. You decided to look a little more closely at every gift you’ve been given, finding the same paw print on everything.

One day after a particularly challenging mission, you come back expecting to find a small little flower on your desk, but this time, a bouquet of flowers lay on your bed with a little note attached to it. You picked up the bouquet which read, “Gekko may be too shy, but I’m here to show you that someone cares about you more than you know” with a little smiley face at the end.

After reading that, your suspicions had been correct, it had been wingman sending you all these gifts either sent by Gekko or taken them to you himself. “God.. didn’t know his little creatures knew how to write!” You thought, intrigued by the note. A small warmth filled in your heart, does “Gekko actually love me?” You decided to figure that out on your own by confronting him.

You waited until Gekko had returned from his mission, asking to talk to him privately once he got back. “So… I found this note on my bed,” you said handing him the note given to you by wingman. Gekko stammered a bit, his face reddening by the second. “What do you think he’s trying to tell me?” You asked with a teasing look.

“Uh- well, my buddies, especially wingman have a.. mind o-of their own! Maybe he just likes making people…feel..special?” Gekko stuttered, caught off guard. You looked at him in amusement, “Or.. maybe he’s trying to tell me something you won’t?” Eventually Gekko gave in, “Alright, maybe he might be on to something, I may have caught feelings for you, but you know, haven’t got the guts to tell ya myself,” he finally admits rubbing the back of his neck.

In that moment, Gekko’s feelings were laid bare, his crush on you being revealed, Wingman came out of his little pouch cheering happily after successfully matchmaking his owner with the love of his life.

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Little Savior - Gekko x Reader

I just love the idea of Gekko's creatures feeling, that there is something between Y/n and him, and them wanting to have your attention, help you or protect you... my heart. God.

The moment you defused the spike, you finally could let go. Your head felt dizzy, you could feel the gunshot wound burn on your thigh. The team would be there soon, so you sat under the wall, putting pressure on the wound, waiting for some help. Suddenly though, everything started to fade black.

Your eyes opened the moment you felt something poking your thigh, making weird noices. You've noticed it was Gekko's Wingamn.

"H-hey buddy, what are you doing there?" You murmured quietly. This little creature immidiately jumped closer to you, as it heard your voice. He was scratching your chest, as if he was trying to keep you awake.

It wasn't long after that when you've heard Gekko's voice. "Oye! Wingman, found something?" And when he noticed Wingman and you under the wall, he immidiately ran straight to you.

"I got you, it's okay..." He kneeled before you, scanning your whole body. You smiled at him, patting Wingman on it's head. "I'll be fine!"

There was a bit of worry in Gekko's eyes, but he could tell that you'll be fine. He hated to see you in pain, and seeing you there sitting, barely conscious, felt like hell. You were so important to him, he would do anything to have you safe and unharmed all the time. He only didn't know how to say it.

"Come on, let's go patch you up" He said, reaching his hand to you, and you grabbed it. When you stood up though, you faltered forwards, but Gekko has cought you in his arms.

"Easy... easy..." He said. Wingman of course tried to help you stand, by grabbing your ankle. It didn't support you at all, but the view of him trying his best was so adorable"

"Awww" You started, looking at Wingman "He's never done that before, what happened?"

At this question Gekko's face turned a little red. He knew that the creatures could feel his emotions and react to them. They perfectly understood who you were to Gekko, and wanted to support you as they support him.

"Brbrbrb?" It was Dizzy, who showed up behind Gekko's arm.

"She'll be fine guys!" He explained, grabbed you from under your knees to have you on his hands, making sure he avoided any hurt areas. "God, I thought you won't be this heavy."

"Oh, excuse me? I thought you wouldn't be that strong" You teased him.

"Brbbrrbrt?"

"Yes Dizzy!" You both answered, which made both of you giggle. Suddenly though your head felt heavy again, and you didn't even notice making a quiet groan.

"Hey-hey, stay with me there alright? Let's go." Gekko then took you to the rest of the team, where you could get the help you needed from Sage. He held you tight, and you wondered, how come you've never been in his arms before.

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Chamber | Boyfriend ASMR | Valorant

some NSFW themes

Voiced by: AngstyExistence

Written by me!

SITTING ON HIS LAP WHILE HE WORKS!? (He’s cleaning his fancy weapons!) Spiciness!? 🌚 GAAHH!!!

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could i request baby making with chamber? so much foreplay, multiple orgasms with the hottest dirty talk, breeding-kink-ish and the best aftercare?🥹

i really love your writing!!

CHAMBER x FEM!READER

tw// NSFW Themes (sex), unprotected sex, poorly google translated French, lap-sitting, spanking, Vincent casually sexualizing fem-bodied reader in a public setting, choking, light BDSM, breeding kink brain rotted Vincent, dirty talking, sub reader, dom Vincent, oral (both giving and receiving) aftercare.

by Sanyulmi via Twitter

Everyone in the protocol celebrated their off days differently. Pheonix spent his time trying to get at different girls or—Jett. Yoru spent his time with games or taking a ride out to the garden. Raze would spend time with Killjoy, etc!

Your days were different, though. You often found yourself out of the country or at a resort somewhere in France. The warm air, the exquisite food selection, and the company of Vincent Fabron. He was the man generous enough to spoil you any chance he got. He simply adored you. Vincent would do anything to put a smile on your face. Vacations became the norm at the very beginning of your relationship with him. As soon as his bank account blew up from his sales of weapons, Vincent became Chamber. It was quickly dubbed to be the perfect relationship.

Now, what about the future?

Vincent always dreamed of starting a family with you. He wondered how your children would look and how he would fair as a dad. He was a man that could do anything since he wasn’t sentenced to endlessly working to provide. The dream of being able to spend time with his family.

It was a Friday morning when he finally came to his senses. The two of you have been planning parenthood for a while but there was no set date of when you’d try for a baby. It was just something that…would happen. He was also tied up with his scheme with mirror Vincent. Another thing was that he didn’t want to pull you away from the protocol if you were truly enjoying your time with them. He was very considerate.

Until…he wasn’t.

Sometimes you were just too hard to resist.

The French man found himself staring at you, respectfully. You two were relaxing on the beach together and you were just an arm’s length away from each other. He watched as you took off the silk kimono, revealing a bikini that left nothing to the imagination. It brought together your breasts for flattering cleavage. The bikini bottom was a high-rise thong that made your waist look small and your hips curvy. You hadn’t been paying Vincent any mind the whole time until you decided to finally get up.

You turned around. “Vince, I think I’m gonna go in the water for a bit-“ You trailed off when you saw his smug face that was previously staring at your ass. “Vincent.” You narrowed your eyes. The sudden shift in your tone caused him to snap out of his daze. His eyes then rose upward to your breasts. So shameless.

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms and breaking the line of sight. “What are you doing?” You asked, unamused at his behavior. He wasn’t the gentleman he always portrayed himself to be. You knew him best.

“Oh, me? I am just enjoying the view.”

A giggle left your mouth. “Oh really? I believe the beach is over there but for some reason, you just can’t keep your eyes off of me.” You placed your hands under your breasts making them jiggle just a bit. He wanted you so badly. “There are things in this world that are far more beautiful than this beach.” He took a sip of the nearby cocktail that was sitting on the end table beside him.

“Mmm. Who knew I could have found someone so romantic.” You smiled softly before eyeing him once more. “Are you not hot wearing all of that?” You saw that he was still wearing his usual attire. A suit. At the beach.

You loved his look but he was the only one dressing like that…apart from the bodyguards that were just out of sight.

“Of course, mon amour, you know I have my suits made to be breathable,” Vincent muttered as he adjusted the umbrella over his head for more shade. “Well, can you help me finish putting on some sunscreen?” You grabbed the bottle you had previously been using before politely giving it to him.

“Anything for you.”

You smirked at Vincent before sitting on his lap with your back to him. You brushed your hair out of the way, revealing the exposed skin of your back. You heard him fiddling around with the bottle, removing his gloves before applying it accordingly. The process was normal at first until he would get to your lower back. His hands were roaming a little…too much. You felt his fingertips dig themselves into your waist before his hands firmly found themselves gripping your hips. Your perfect baby-bearing hips.

Was it true that some men become more attracted to women based on their ability to carry children? Maybe…but for Vincent, it was very true! You were the only woman worthy of carrying his seed.

“Mmm. You don’t miss a meal, do you, Mon trésor?” He muttered under his breath, taking in every ounce of you. Perverse thoughts filled his mind as he undressed you even more with his eyes. His comment took you by surprise, almost making you jump at his words. “Vincent?! We’re in public.” You absentmindedly shifted your weight beneath him. The friction began making his pants tighten. “Oh, l know, sweetheart but I hardly get to enjoy you until we have time alone like this. I miss it so very much~”

“Maybe later if you’re good.” You remove yourself from his lap. The expression he made was almost cute. He definitely missed you in more ways than one. It wasn’t something he could control either. His eyes always lingered on you, every day of the week.

You then left Vincent to be by himself for a little bit. Not only could he be smothering sometimes, but it was also just nice to be able to explore some parts of the resort by yourself. It wasn’t long before your husband caught up to you, finally dressing in appropriate attire for the weather. At the sight of him, you couldn’t help but place your hands on your cheeks and smile like a complete idiot.

“Aww, Vince, you look so cute.” You remarked as you made your way over to him. Although embarrassed, Vincent smiled as well. It was always nice having a pretty woman call him “cute”. “Well, mademoiselle, I do have to admit that I was getting a little warm.” Vincent sighed, eyes lingering once again on your exposed assets. He wanted nothing more than to just fondle your breasts, not caring who was looking. “Just in time for dinner as well.” You snapped him out of his daze. You knew Vincent to be more engaging than this but you just assumed he was probably tired from traveling.

The two of you made a reservation at a nearby restaurant. It was much fancier than anything you’d eat at, personally, but you could never say no to thoughtful gestures.

The evening began well. The two of you were seated quickly by the staff because of Vincent’s status so you were happy. There was a scheduled performance so he had a booth reserved where you could sit side by side instead of just across from one another. That was when Vincent’s behavior finally began to make sense to you.

When you received the menu to order, you felt his hand creep up your thigh, beneath the table. “Vincent.” You placed your hand over his. “The night’s almost over, can’t you wait a little?” But your statement was ignored by him gingerly rubbing your inner thigh. His fingertips just brushed the crotch of your bikini bottoms.

No one was able to see, not when the waiter that had come by to deliver your pitcher of water…before promptly spilling it on you!

You instantly lose the feeling of pleasure as the cold water washed over your chest, dripping into your lap. It was too much water to make a scene to stop the performance, but it was enough to soak you. Now you want to change.

“I-I’m so sorry, Miss!” The young waitress began apologizing profusely. It was clear that she was new, so you wouldn’t hold it against her. “Oh, it’s alright, I guess.” You muttered, beginning to shiver as well.

You had been expecting Vincent to intimidate the young lady. This was a 5-star restaurant and he paid a lot to bring you here but…he was distracted. Again.

He watched the cold water stimulate your breasts. It hardened your nipples so much that they were practically poking through your bikini top. It felt like it was only the two of you in the room. The subtle movements of your breasts jiggling as you receive the towel from the manager to dry yourself. He saw you turn towards him, mouthing something he couldn’t hear. You noticed his eyes were looking at you at all.

“—…cent…”

“…Vincent!”

Finally, Vincent made appropriate eye contact. “Do you think we can maybe go back to the hotel so that I can change? My swimsuit is really clingy to my skin.” You instinctively pulled up the strap and let it go to slap your skin, making your breasts bounce once again.

“U-Um, chérie, you’re right. Let’s go to the room and come back.” The French man cleared his throat before helping you out of the booth. You smiled at the manager before asking her to hold your booth until the two of you came back.

Upon entering the room, Vincent quickly broke off from you, locking himself in the bathroom. ‘What’s with him?’ You thought to yourself. Although dumbfounded, you carried on, undressing and looking for something super cute to match Vincent. When he exited the bathroom, he was met with a pleasant surprise.

Your damp, naked body.

“There you are.” You sighed. “Do you remember what bag I put my other outfits in?” You bent over, rummaging around in different bags until you found what you were looking for. “Oh, here they are. They were in your bag.” You giggled to yourself. “How did that happ-“ You cut yourself off, feeling a presence behind you.

Vincent pressed his body up against yours from behind. His masculine arms enveloped your frame into his. Your ass ground up against his bulge. “Je suis désolé chérie but I just wanted to let you know how good you looked today.”

You hummed, leaning further into him. “Oh really? I could already tell you wanted to say something by how you were staring at me with those hungry eyes.”

A hand moved from your waist to one of your breasts, and his fingers brushed your nipples, gripping and twisting them to make them hard once again.

“Vincent! The dinner~!” You whined. “I know, sweetheart.” He replied, in a low voice. “You’ve been teasing me all day with that body of yours and I’ve held this feeling in as well.” Vincent removed his tie. He released you, allowing you to turn and face him. “Can we do it my way, now? It’s been all week.”

Your lips parted for just a moment. At first, you couldn’t remember exactly what he was referring to but in a split second, it came to mind. He wanted to do it without a condom. He didn’t particularly like the way it felt for him but he’d always wear them anyway. He proposed the idea of doing it without one because he wanted to feel your walls without any restraint.

“Fine, but we have to be fast. I don’t want to miss the show.” You said sweetly before Vincent promptly took both of your hands and put them together. He wrapped his tie around your wrists, making a cute bow on the front side for you to be satisfied with. You exhaled, lowering yourself to your knees where his growing cock was.

“Go ahead, don’t be shy.” He placed his hand on top of your head. Your face heated up as you meekly listened to him, pulling his dick out of the trousers. The tip was already strained with precum when you began to kiss it softly. Moans exited Vincent’s mouth when your soft plump lips came in contact with his cock. The gently placed hand on your head began to grip your hair.

You made swirls with your tongue before letting it deep into your mouth, touching the back of your throat. Your actions made him tremble and jerk at the pleasure. Saliva dripped down your chin and the sight of your pretty mouth wrapped around his dick was enough to make him cum for the first time. His load filled your mouth with most of it slipping down your throat.

Vincent pulled his dick out of your mouth. Now, he was really getting into it. “Is that all?” You managed to say. You whipped your mouth of any more contents and swallowed what was left. “We are only just getting started. You are good at what you do, you know.” He raised his hand to brush the strands of hair out of your face due to his roughness. “So, I’ve been told.” You remarked. Vincent chuckled. “I know it’s something I’ve said a lot by now.” He picked you up, placing you on the bed.

“I’m going to breed you so well, mon amore.” Vincent's smirk sent chills up your spine. The only thing you could do was patiently wait until you were bred, honestly. The two of you kissed passionately. It started innocently and progressed into something needier—hungry. You failed to quiet the moans coming out of your mouth when he moved to your collarbone and breasts. His teeth and tongue abused your tender skin, leaving marks that your co-workers would surely see very soon. “I can’t wait to fill your womb with my cum. I promise you will love it too, ma princesse.” His lips latched onto your nipple, sucking and enjoying the sight of you squirming at his pleasure. He sucked and played with your tits until they were so hard that just the wind was able to stimulate them.

“All day…” he began, his voice rumbling against your skin. “It’s taken so much out of me not to just rip those clothes off of you.” He chuckled. “And here you are, being a good girl and taking them off for me.” He resumed his actions, taking a hand and slipping it between your folds just to get an idea of how wet you were getting. “I better be the only one who can make you this wet.”

“Vince…” You whispered, squeezing your eyes shut. He was really just doing what he wanted with you. His kisses trailed down to your stomach and then your inner thighs. He spent a lot of time there, licking and teasing just above where your slick folds were. “Ahh, I remember you always being so tight. Even too tight for my tongue.” His thick wet muscle inserted itself inside. It was a combination of fingering and going down on you, consuming all the cream that dared to leak out. Your core was heating up between your legs. You didn’t have any control over your body. The only thing he wanted you to do was helplessly lay there and tremble at his touch.

“I want to hear how loud that pretty voice of yours can get.” Vincent declared against your skin. He ate you out nice and slow, edging you enough to drive you insane. “Vincent, baby, please!” You cried out, squeezing your eyes shut, trying to find your high so that you could finally cum. Your thighs closed around his head as you felt the euphoric warmth wash over your body. Broken moans left your mouth and when you finally released Vincent, his mouth was covered in your cream. “I can tell you’ve really been holding it in.” He cleaned up what was left. Now it was time for the main show.

Vincent crawled on top of you, releasing the buttons of his shirt, allowing you to see his abs and the glistening sweat that coated his skin. “You still want more…?” You mewled, stomach churning with nervousness and pleasure. “Of course, mon amore. I’ve yet to breed you.”

You instinctively began to fidget in your bondage. His eyes were still hungry and it felt like if he were an animal, he would ravage you. You felt his dick rubbing between your folds, pre-cum leaking out and wetting your entrance. The way you shied away and hid at times like this gave him the strength to penetrate you. The feeling he got inside was something closer to joy or happiness when he saw your innocent expressions become not so innocent…

He began slow, thrusting into you firmly, making you gasp and jump with every stroke. He knew you were enjoying his pace when you wrapped your legs around him and pulled him closer. Vincent couldn’t resist wrapping his hand around your neck, squeezing softly, and began to pick up the pace.

“You’re taking me so well, amore.”

The tip of his dick kissed your womb with fragments of his cum leaking inside. He was already getting close but he didn’t want to cum just yet.

You felt Vincent pull out. “I want to see that beautiful ass of yours.” He helped you turn over, effortlessly making your ass point up toward him. He took your cheeks in both hands, jiggling them so hard that the vibrations stimulate your pussy and make you wetter. It was abrupt but he would periodically slap them, just to see your reaction. He loved being the only person that could ever dream of doing this with you. Your cheeks turned red from the contact and now he was finally ready. He inserted himself inside once again. This time he was much more aggressive, pounding you much harder.

“V-Vincent!” You cried but he didn’t listen. The sound of your ass slapping against his pelvis was too intoxicating. “I have to breed you.” He said. “I need to get you pregnant with my kids.”

“You’re s-so selfish!” You whimpered. “You’re right, I’m so selfish.” He growled. “No one else can have you but me.” Years began to fill your eyes with overstimulation. Your core was burning and you couldn’t hold it in anymore. “I’m gonna cum…” You mumbled. Vincent chuckled deeply. “Then cum, beautiful. Squirt all over my big cock.”

Your body tensed up. Your nipples became hard and your eyes rolled back. You moaned loudly and the feeling of hyper-relaxation filled your body. You released your juices all over him. You felt his loud fill your womb as he grunted and gripped your ass cheeks while pushing himself further into you.

You were left speechless. You could definitely go another round but Vince seemed to be soft now. He was out of breath but the way he looked while tired made you blush. His face was red from blushing too. He was cute while flushed. “Oh my, what have I done to you?” The man sighed while eyeing you with an apologetic expression. He removed his tie from around your wrists.

“I think you should rest after that.” He suggested. You knitted your eyebrows together. “But the restaurant…” you whined. “Don’t worry, amore. We can go back tomorrow night, I promise.”

Vincent took it upon himself to run you a bath in the other room. He figured the warm water would soothe your holes and womb from what just occurred. It was a surprise but you actually needed help walking. Your left leg went numb from all the pleasure and he had to catch you from falling. He placed you in the tub and you thought that would be the end of it but he got in with you!

He was so very sweet, washing you in an innocent manner and even cuddling with you as you soaked. It was pretty much needed given everything that just happened. You hoped that this would satisfy him enough to finally enjoy the trip instead of being distracted by your ass breasts. He really made you smile sometimes when he was just being himself. You showered each other in kisses before exchanging “I love yous”.

“I love you, (y/n)!”

“I love you too, Vincent!”

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Valorant ACE! I don't even play Chamber, I just remember him beating everyone before his nerfing