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Hello, can I order headcanons? If so, I would like a yoru x male reader with an agent whose skills are similar to a vampire, remember to eat healthy and take care of yourself!! ♡

A/N: Hello and thank you for your order! It was really fun to write! I promise I am also taking care of myself ^^ And here’s a note for you to do the same too!

Also, my inbox has quite the stack of reqs, but I’m doing my best to get through the list as quickly and as thoroughly as possible! It’s just a little bit overwhelming ^^; It’s also not helping that Tumblr on my pc is eating my reqs ;-; I’m glad my phone has all of them still (at least I hope it does-)

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Strange Cravings and Love Bites

Pair: Yoru/ M! Agent + Radiant! Reader Source: Valorant

Type: Headcanons - 1,222 words Genre: Fluff, Slice of Life, Angsty/Hurt w/ Comfort at the very end Perspective: Second-Person (You/Your)

TW: Mild references to violence, reader getting hurt, reader biting Yoru and getting a little carried away but he's fine! + thought of Yoru dying at the very end

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You remind Yoru a lot of the classical vampire figure, to the point where he kind of associates you with some of the common tropes. More specifically, the weaknesses. You may not be able to tell with his prickly demeanour, but he is a worrier- especially with those he holds dear, doubly so if it concerns his boyfriend. He doesn't want you to get hurt, and ends up projecting that whenever he gets harsh.

Que his surprise when he sees you eating garlic bread or chilling casually under the sun. You had to remind him that you weren’t actually a vampire, and if they really did burn up- Reyna would have to carry an umbrella to every day mission (You heard her laugh behind you right after. You weren’t sure whether to count your days or to consider yourself on her good side)

Though, that being said, the Sun probably does have some kind of influence over you and your abilities. Maybe you have an allergic reaction if you’re under it too long, or it takes longer to channel your abilities, or you could just feel weaker under the harsh light (Maybe even changing personality like a certain FE character)

Somehow, being beside Yoru makes that all feel better, if just a little. Maybe it’s because he’s your 夜 (*Yoru -> night). Your comforting, starlit night in the overwhelming brightness of day. If you ever spill those thoughts to him, he will short-circuit no matter how hard he tries to brush it off. Any flattery unrelated to his prowess in battle is way harder for him to take in and retort, even with his ego. It’s quite easy to tease him and watch his face glow warm with a blush- like the hue of the setting Sun

"Like the night sky, you're like a blessing to me! My very own good luck charm! Thank you, Yoru."

"... You're terrible at flirting. Focus on the mission already, idiot," // Internally: "adsjjskdjdk???SDAJKDAJHKJDK???"

If your eyes are sensitive to the light, there’s a good chance he gave you a pair of sunglasses. They might’ve even been your first gift from him! Having seen you wordlessly struggling with the glaring sunlight, he either leaves a pair in your locker or shoves them in your face while avoiding your eye contact. He will never admit that he was thinking about you, let alone worrying enough to get you something. Don’t ask, he will scoff and say it’s because he doesn’t want you dragging the team behind with your incompetence. Ouch.

You may have keen senses, like Reyna’s ability to hear people’s heartbeats. Your eyes are sharp, and you can smell copper like a shark despite nothing being spilt on the battlefield just yet; or perhaps your sense of smell is more distinct. Maybe certain people smell sweet and alluring or plain and uninteresting, if you have the urge to feed just like a vampire. You may even need to feed, in order to recover your strength. (On base, you totally drink from "juice pouches" Like some kind of morbid capri-sun)

If it’s the latter, Yoru most definitely draws you in the most. There’s just something you can’t put your finger on. If you focused on it, you'd be able to guess where he was with those heightened senses of yours. Mirror Yoru really needs to watch out when you’re on the prowl, that unique draw applies to him too

As a radiant related to creatures of the night, there’s a very good chance you can shapeshift into a bat! Yoru could never admit it but he thinks that form of yours is very cute. He definitely has the urge to just hold you whenever you shift. He thinks you can’t tell, but you can see the way his expression subtly changes to one of awe. No thought, only hold bat boyfriend gently.

Some agents have definitely found you like that, just napping somewhere in the common room with you in your bat form perched on his head. You might even be able to control or summon bats! He put a limit on how many you could summon in his room, though. He's not willing to have his bed be surrounded in bats, unfortunately :(

There’s been times where you've pushed yourself too far, the strain bearing its weight down on you. Like all radiants, you get tired when you use your abilities too much. You’re running on empty when you get hit badly, body too exhausted and hungry to mend itself like usual. Alone with a hand pressed to your biggest wound, you wait- head growing foggier as time seems to all but slow down.

You can’t describe the look on Yoru’s face when he finally finds you. He’s silent, and you can't hear his usual scolding and sharp insults. It's frightening, you realise. More frightening than your possible death. Instead, he's kneeling forward and offering his arm to your mouth. It’s positively dizzying when you breathe in, self-control broken as your body demands for you to accept.

When you finally snap back to focus, you’d never felt dread like that before, lurching backwards as you try and focus on hearing the thud of Yoru’s pulse. Guilt and anxiety are at the forefront of your mind, with apologies spewing forth and shaking hands. He only brings you into a slight hug, one partially induced out of light-headedness, as he mumbles your name and a partial command/plea,

“Take better care of yourself.”

He makes you swear to come to him whenever you need to drink after that. Yoru can't bear the sight of you like that again, slouched, wounded and gasping for breath with dulling eyes, your skin a sickly hue. He was prepared to offer as much as it took to get you back to usual. He probably accidentally confessed here and now, after realising just how much you meant to him.

If immortality is part of your radiant abilities, deep down, you knew this wonderful relationship would one day become a bittersweet memory. You avoided telling him for as long as possible, not wanting to burden him with your knowledge of what will happen. But one day, it’s inevitable as you gaze at the night sky and count the stars like they’re the countdown to the day you would be left behind.

You’re sombre, the terrifying thoughts weighing you down more than usual, and Yoru can tell whatever it is that had been plaguing you for these past few weeks is really piling up. He doesn’t want to have to force it out of you, but it pains him to see you like this. He’ll wait, no matter how long it takes to gather the strength

That day, you break. It’s as he holds your hand gently- as though you’re made of glass. He calls your name, not your code name, not a nickname. His tone is just as gentle, yet firm- steadfast in letting you know he has you as much as you have him,

“You can talk to me.”

You crack and splinter, caving in to his warmth and comfort. You vent the painful pangs in your heart, the dark storm that rages in your head. All that pent up grief and pain floods out into the abyss of night. To the world’s night and your night; the night that lets you cling close and embraces you readily to soften your anguish

#valorant x reader #yoru x reader #x male reader #x m reader #x transmasc reader #x trans male reader #x ftm reader #valorant #valorant yoru #reader insert #valorant fanfiction

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rekas-writes · 1 year

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Blurring Happiness

Pair: Modern + A/B/O AU! Alpha! Yuri Leclerc/M! Omega! Reader Source: Fire Emblem: Three Houses/Fire Emblem: Three Hopes

Type: Drabble - 899 words Genre: Semi-Graphic Smut/NSFT(W)/18+, Angst, Hurt/No Comfort Perspective: Second-Person (You/Your)

Summary: Yuri is the water the quenches the flames and the fan that stokes them ever higher. Or: Suppressed romantic feelings start to catch up as this friends with benefits situation dips into a bittersweet aftertaste

TW: None

Kinks: A/B/O or Omegaverse

Terms Used for Reader: Cock, Hole

A/N: Decided to convert one of the fics I made during my month without Wi-Fi into a reader-insert! This is rather self-indulgent since ABO is a massive weakness for me- It's a little short since I don't like writing long pieces on my phone, but I thought some folks might like it! I also think it's a travesty I haven't written anything for FE:3H at all on this blog, so here's a Yuri fic because I think he's neat! I'm also spiralling into my Fire Emblem hyperfixation again since I bought Three Hopes recently. I know I'm late- ;-;

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It’s a blur, simply put.

This whole, strange relationship is a blur.

It’s touches on skin at night, only ever at night- when the Goddess could not see beyond the thick fog, with only mist-filtered moonlight faintly lighting patches of hair and wrinkled clothes. The reflections dance upon exposed skin and floats high on breathy calls and sighs. The highs sing like angels in the dim of night, and those tingly, pleasant feelings bloom like delicate flowers upon your sullied flesh. 'Heavenly', you think vaguely to yourself, before the guilt and scorn of feeling unworthy settles in the afterglow.

It’s hot and cold. Unrelenting heat boils beneath your skin and sighs like steam at his touch, and for just a moment- you're complete. Like the final stroke of a brush against a littered canvas. Entangled as one, it feels like sweet relief that calms the burning inferno inside for just a few minutes. The kettle cools and it’s like the sip of fresh lemonade on a summer’s day, and you're parched beyond belief... But all too soon that euphoria slips away and it’s so hot- too hot again. There’s an aching itch that burns like an addiction, and no matter how much you scratch- it never stops. There is no respite. This heat, this supposed "cycle", only sleeps for what feels like a few minutes. There is no cycle, only a merciless craving that digs its cursed fangs deep into your biology.

It’s a deep-set ache. When you roll to your side, Yuri is gone. Like the whispers of the wind, he’s temporary and loose like grains of sand. A fleeting pleasure, like the haze of a debauched party you can't remember anymore. The only "mark" of his presence is the phantom touches upon your skin. The sickening warmth pooling already in your gut once again that yearns for more, but just a little quieter than usual. When you breath in hard, like the shaky exhale before a sob, you regret it. It reeks of your antidote. Your medicine. An Alpha. It smells like him. Instead, you take a shallower breath; one that strains to calm the throbbing in your chest.

That relief seldom stays, yet the relationship remains all the same.

You would be a fool not to know this wasn't good for you anymore. That this was hurting you. You don't know how much longer you can last, staring into soft, purple eyes that remain guarded even in such a vulnerable position. It's so hollow. That smile. Those sweet nothings. The gentle touch caressing down your body with the mannerism of a lover, but the method of a stranger. It's so painfully empty.

But when Yuri rolls his hips, those thoughts fuzz and blur. Your brain can't think straight when he touches you with such precision and practiced ease that almost made your chest hurt- if you tried to think about it too hard. Stirring up your insides only numbs your head more, body arching into Yuri’s as his tongue laps at yours. It tastes so sweet to be consumed by him, as you lick desperately at his lip to get him to do it again. To consume the rest of your thoughts and drag you further into the abyss. There's this satisfying ache that heat suppressants can’t provide. That being alone can't provide.

In the grand scheme of things, who were you to ask for more in this? You are an omega. Yuri is an alpha. It was only natural you would feel drawn to him. Those desperate, intrusive feelings- that unerring need to be loved by him- they're nothing more than the cruel urge to be fucked until you couldn't think anymore. He didn't even need to help you, but he does. That... That's good enough.

It’s lonely. It’s scary. It’s feverishly cold. It’s bitingly hot.

You curl into yourself, panting beneath the covers as you call a name you don't quite realise you did. You don't know why you did it when it finally registers. As a new presence paces quickly across your room's floor, you can only cry for that name again- borderline pain flickering through your heightened nerves.

Lavender. It smells like lavender and honeyed fruit; it's overwhelming yet comforting. It spins your head pleasantly, in a way that makes you whimper that name again. More slick runs down your leg as arousal spikes deep in your core despite your confusion. Your hand reaches below your waistband, needing to feel something now you decide, as you paw at your already hard cock and slide your hand down to feel the wet trails running down your thighs.

Ah…

You need him again.

When that blur of purple embraces you again, those loud, frightening, confusing feelings dampen. You can ignore your problems as you cling on to him- pulling him as close as possible, listening only to the sound of Yuri mumbling your name. Hands gently push your own away, electrifying your senses as he thumbs at your tip. Simmering in his touch, you gasp and groan when he spreads your hole open with long, dextrous fingers- delicate yet teasing. It’s so easy to lose yourself when he looks at you so kindly like that. When he talks to you so sweetly like that. When he holds you so tenderly like that. Even if it's all fake, in the maddening pit of engulfing heat and heady lust, it’s so easy to pretend that even for just a moment…

You are his.

#fire emblem: three houses #FE3H #yuri x reader #yuri leclerc x reader #x male reader #x trans male reader #x ftm reader #x m reader #yuri leclerc #fe3h fic #fe3h fanfic #Fire Emblem Three Houses #fe3houses #three houses #fe yuri

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rekas-writes · 1 year

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My dear customers! Oh my, it's been a while!

I've just moved house, so I haven't been able to write as much lately! I also had to wait for Wi-Fi to arrive which it did yesterday :D A whole month without internet was torture. Even more so was not being able to use my PC to write ;-; Writing on my phone is really uncomfortable for me, so I prefer just making outlines on it- then finalising on my PC!

While I am still sorting things out back at home, I hope to make this café a bustling, lively place once more!

#Re:Kas Chats #coffee talk ☕#not a fic #Also that embarrassing moment when you thought you followed someone only to realise you did not- aaaaa I love their work ;-;#im so sorry oml

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rekas-writes · 1 year

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HIII! how r u ???

Hii! I'm doing great, thank you! It's so nice to hear from you :D I hope you're doing amazing too!

Alsooo, oml I love your writing sm <33 thank you for noticing me *cri*

Thank you for the ask~! Here's a sweet treat, on the house <3 🥞

#Coffee Talk ☕️#Re:Kas Chats

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rekas-writes · 1 year

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Valorant Agents and Their Fast Food Sins

Pair: Implied! Individual Agent (Neon, Killjoy, Raze, Jett, Chamber, Harbor, Sage, Reyna, Viper, Phoenix, Yoru)/GN! Reader - more so Individual HCs Source: Valorant

Type: Headcanons/Bulletpoints - 652 words Genre: Comedy/Fluff/Crack Perspective: Second-Person (You/Your)

TW: None

A/N: Hi! It's been a while! I hope you've had a wonderful New Year and a fantastic winter holiday/winter in general, my lovely customers! I'll be wrapping up some orders before diving back into my October series! ❤️

Further A/N: It was my birthday on the 31st December and I've just come back from the Philippines. I was dealing with a couple things but I'm hoping to get back into writing! This was just a fun, little thing I thought of while out in London. There was a Wendy's and a Taco Bell and those things are hard to come by here in the UK, haha- and so naturally it evolved into fast food habits nobody asked for.

Of course if you do any of these combos, more power to you! This is all in jest and I just wanted to write a light-hearted comedy/joke piece :D

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Neon: Cuts a donut in half and then sandwiches her McDonald's apple pie with it. It helps with her sweet tooth and she swears it's the perfect dessert combo. Will also make you one in an effort to get you to appreciate this sugary goodness as much as she does. She might also wink and say it's not as sweet as you... and then cover her face with a hand because she can't believe she just said that

Killjoy: Puts chicken nuggets in her chicken sandwich and if you tell her that's too much chicken for the bread to filling ratio, she'll just add more out of amusement. If you encourage her? She'll get you to help her put as much chicken as possible in there

Raze: Mixes all the sauces together. All of them. And then she will ask you to grab more sauces/your leftover sauces. Sauces are boring on their own apparently. If you ever raise an eyebrow at that, she'll just shrug and tell you not to bash it ‘till you try it. Somehow it doesn't taste bad at all

Jett: Puts chicken nuggets and other random fillings from different fast food joints on pizza and then folds it like a calzone. Has and will defend this to the end of time. If you ask her why she doesn't just make her own custom pizza/calzone, she says it doesn't taste the same

Chamber: Puts onion rings and fries in his burger. It's not really a sin, but he genuinely thinks this is a weird combination/thing to do so he never does it in front of people. He'll wait for you to go to the bathroom or something, and then add them in. Might steal your onion rings and/or fries too while you're gone. I'll cut him some slack, only because he doesn't really eat enough fast food to know the common food 'hacks'.

Harbor: Eats the fillet-o-fish and a random other burger/sandwich combined. If you give him a look, he will take another bite slowly and chew obnoxiously with a smug look. He does the exaggerated "mmm" too and closes his eyes just to hear you laugh and roll your eyes

Sage: Likes the good ol' fries in the milkshake and pineapple on pizza. She really likes the salty-sweet combos and has more of a sweet tooth than she'd like to admit. She also thinks the fruit/shakes help(s) make fast food feel less greasy

Reyna: Uses human blood as ketchup She mixes coffee and soda together to feel something. You don't even question her, mostly because she refuses to explain herself and doesn't feel the need to. She'll just shrug, smile and then offer you a taste- saying it's like devouring a soul. It tastes like battery acid

Viper: Doesn’t commit food sins but she did try to poison someone’s fast food. She just wanted to test out a weaker poison she had on hand, and decided her target would be that one person who wouldn't take a hint and leave you alone. Never leave your food unattended around her, especially if you're going to blatantly annoy her S/O.

Phoenix: Puts popcorn chicken in his munchkin donuts. He claims to be a food connoisseur every time you question it, and that it'll catch on as a food trend one day. You tried it once and didn't know how to feel about the fact you didn't hate it. He gets really excited every time he gets this particular combo and you can't help but smile at his childlike giddiness

Yoru: Probably puts salt in his cheap coffee, it tastes awful but he does it anyway- maybe out of spite. He got the salt from the tears of his enemies. He never stopped to consider that just because he could, maybe he shouldn't. You don't say anything because the last time you did, he drank it faster and then got another

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rekas-writes · 1 year

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TLDR; The Café is on Holiday! Sorry for the lack of content with this notif post!

This is a lil bit of a late announcement, but I thought I’d be able to finish a fic before I post this :C

I don’t like posting notices without content, only because I want every one of my followers’ notifications to have some sort of actual content connected and not just a basic announcement ^^; However, with how much travelling I’ve been doing while on holiday, I simply haven’t had the time to sit and write. I also only have my phone with me, and I prefer making basic outlines on it and actually writing/editing on my computer ^^;

I have gone to visit home and family in the Philippines! I will be returning on the 22nd December! So please keep this in mind during these following two weeks! You can still file in orders/requests but I most likely won’t be posting any completed works during this time!

See you soon, my lovely patrons and I apologise for the simple announcement post! I hope I didn’t get anyone’s hopes up! ^^;

#coffee talk ☕#Re:Kas Chats #not a fic

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Kinktober Day 2: Semi-Public

Pair: Sova/GN! Agent! Reader Source: Valorant

Type: One-Shot - 1812 words Genre: Smut/NSFT(W)/18+ Perspective: Second-Person (You/Your)

Summary: You have the pleasure of training with your boyfriend in a one-on-one environment. You take this rare alone time as a chance to push his buttons with little, immediate consequence, but Sova has other plans.

TW: Penetrative Sex but it’s unspecified where!

Terms Used For Reader: Hole, Sex

A/N: I’ve been playing a whole lot of Valorant, DBD and Resident Evil 2 and the urge to make this for Leon S Kennedy was strong. Maybe next prompt- My 2016 Overwatch addiction has come back full force too :,) Also uh, dang Scarlet and Violet came out and I am just so caught up in that rn- I also got incredibly carried away with this one bc it’s been in my drafts forever!

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Sova was always so calm and collected. A reserved archer with absolute focus that could not be deterred so easily. And yet.. The agent knew he had a weak spot for you, and you knew that too. A simple, short cry of pain from you on the battlefield was enough to send him running to your side, though it was fair to say that the same could be said for you too.

You'd never tried anything like this on the battlefield, you weren't an idiot willing to dance with Death and Sage's revive, but in training sessions it was all too tempting (and perhaps a tad ego-boosting) knowing just how much your mere presence and voice alone affected the usually level-headed Initiator. It would always start small, gauging his reaction and response before carrying on with whatever devious plan you had for that particular day.

Maybe you’d act a bit pouty and reluctant whenever he said your break was up, dramatically laying down and insisting you were still tired. Maybe you’d brush and press your ass against his front whenever you just had to go past him; for another mag of course! Maybe you’d lean a little too close, purposeful hot breaths blowing against his ear, as you purr about what a good teacher he was but you just really needed a certain kind of help. Some form of close contact guidance.

In turn, he would always shoot you a somewhat confused look at first for a few moments, almost like a lost puppy as he figures out what you’re trying. Then, there’s the raise of his eyebrow, followed by a certain narrowed eye look; a slight tug at his lips. It’s a simple look of acknowledgement. Challenge accepted.

Perhaps the breaking point was when you’d sat on his lap victoriously, having pinned him to the ground during a sparring session before you purposefully ground your hips down. The only material between you was (besides your underwear, of course) his casual, light jogging pants and your rather thin yet durable spats shorts. His bright, adoring eyes had darkened ever so slightly as he stared at you; they were almost predatory in nature.

And, oh, lucky you. You were the prey.

The Initiator had always admired your strength, finding a certain kind of delight in losing to you that he couldn't find anywhere else. Your quickening pulse thumped in anticipation as you swallowed your breath and hastily got off of him. That look was new. But not here, this room had far too much common traffic from other agents. You’d practically sped over to the showers, calling behind you about how you really needed a shower to clean off. Half of that was true, the other half just really wanted to know if Sova would follow like in all those filthy fantasies of yours. Or maybe you just really needed a cold shower to empty that crude head of yours.

With your beloved archer so riled up, you really had it coming when the door to your shower stall was tugged rather impatiently aside. You had barely gotten into said shower before Sova claimed your mouth with his, feverish with lust and wild with abandon. His lips are slightly chapped as he presses them adamantly against yours, before nipping against your lower lip. You answer with a soft moan and parted lips. An invitation.

Your eyes had already shut from the fierce kiss, thirst-induced warmth already simmering hot beneath your skin. The way he grabs at you so needily, desperate to touch you yet still oh so gentle; it betrays the stoic, untamed façade and reminds you of the softer nature of your boyfriend at heart. You try to ignore the sticky feeling of arousal building in your gut. Familiar, bare arms had encircled you with such avidity, pulling you back into a certain warm, toned chest. Now here you were, a whining, little mess as he pressed you against the tiled back wall of the shower stall.

There was something about the lack of control, the way he toyed with your sex roughly as he growled lowly in your ear about all the things you’d done to mess with him. Promising silently through his hold on you that he’d pay you back in kind. All of it had you singing in his arms, only spurring Sova on like a Siren’s call. His calloused fingers drag roughly upon your skin, greedy and yearnful in nature, before settling before your hole. His digits are slick with the makeshift lube he’d snatched from your bag; a pure Aloe Vera gel Phoenix had recommended in passing to use for your face (You were very curious on how his face stayed so clear). Who were you to question the king of skincare? Especially when it made for a great DIY lube in desperate situations.

You gasped and squirmed a tad as he spread you out with his fingers, the sounds swallowed by each dizzying kiss Sova gave you. You feel your fingers start to flex and claw into the wall, unable to keep them flat against the tiles. Each stretch of your hole was accompanied by more stimulation directly to your sex from his other hand or his lips stealing the breath from your lungs, which had you crying out in desperation for your release as the sensations only climbed higher. Your stomach tensed and curled as you arched into him, legs flexing, tensing, and hands gripping desperately to his wrists.

It’s not long before he’s rutting his thick cock against you from behind, his teeth nipping at the flesh you so eagerly show him. A small bottle of gel falls and rolls by your feet, courtesy of Sova being too impatient to set it down properly, but you’re both too enthralled with each other to care.

It’s deliberate as he nudges himself against you, low groans falling unanimously from you both. You’re halfway to begging him as he mercilessly teases you, rubbing against you with the hot, blunt tip of his weeping dick in a way that almost drives you mad. When he finally decides to give in to both of your festering desires, his voice is akin to the sweetest birdsong, arguably better, as he sinks deeper into your insides inch by inch. His thick cock spreads your snug hole out so deliciously full and wide, you can’t help the loud keen that tumbles from your kiss-bruised lips. You feel so full and hot, it's incredible. You’re so pent up from the foreplay, you don’t think it would take much to just cum right then and there.

Then, there were voices.

They’re just outside, lingering just beyond the doors of the training hall showers. You could feel the electrifying thrills running down your back, of doing something so filthy in a place anyone could wander into, of possibly getting caught. It turns you on more than you thought it would. Perhaps due to the comfortable middle you’re sitting in while trying something new, with just enough privacy and risk provided by the shower stalls.

Muffled laughter and animated talking are barely stifled by the door in place, warning you of your own volume seeping through to the outside world. Despite your sealed mouth, small whimpers still stir up from your throat; you barely catch the soft laughter from beneath Sova’s breath. Your heart races at the thought of them going inside, and you unknowingly clench around Sova’s length at the pesky thought. If he couldn’t tell before, he definitely knows what this does to you now. The sounds of people only grow ever closer, making you tilt your hazy, foggy head back over your shoulder to face Sova with semi-wide eyes. He simply put a finger to his mouth with a small, impish grin,

“Quiet now, unless you want them to hear you,” the archer whispers into your ear; the outside chatter almost drowns out his words with how much your mind dwells on it. You naively believe he’s leaving you be until they pass by but there’s this sudden jut of a thrust, pushing and pulling at your slick, tight insides as you quickly clamp a hand at your mouth- your hissing and soft cries barely hushed behind your palm,

"B-But," your sentence falls apart after just one blubbery word, too distracted by the thickness ramming you full with each thrust,

"This, моя любовь (*my love)..." He sucks in a breath at how wonderful you feel wrapped around him, "Is, hah, your punishment... You, ah, will take everything I give you, да? (*yes?)" His tone is low and hoarse; it sounds so good to your desire-addled brain. You only nod eagerly against the wall, distrustful of your voice. Anything to just keep him there, filling you up so perfectly. And when he presses you for a vocal response, you can only wail a broken "yes!" against the hand you have somehow kept in place.

The archer’s chest presses more firmly against your back, letting your already heated body better feel his own warmth and underlying strength from all those years with the Protocol. His arms hold you close, whilst his chin tucks itself in the crook of your neck- mouth in the perfect place for you to hear every low groan and whine he spills as he buries himself inside of you again and again. You can barely keep it together as the haze in your mind clouds your judgement evermore with each thrust that splits you apart, shaky hands barely shielding your sounds. His thrusts are borderline frantic as you both climb higher, spurred on by both his thirst and lust for you and the newfound excitement of danger. The low amount of sound only makes the lewd noises of his thrusts more apparent, making your sex throb and ache.

You cry out louder, drool positively now staining your hand, as you grind back against him, desperate to feel that euphoric crescendo. It’s so close, so so close to feeling that blissful wave wash over you- but- but- It’s gone all too soon as Sova purposely slows his movements and stills your writhing hips within his punishing grasp. You practically wail as the tension building in your stomach falls apart, leaving you all the more horny and desperate for relief.

With a slight smirk pulling on his lips at your pouting and mock-glaring over your shoulder, he simply leans in closer to your ear to whisper knowingly in that all so husky, accented tone that makes you involuntarily clench around his length again and shudder,

“I don’t think you’ve learnt your lesson yet,” the hunter growls your name at the end, deep and unmerciful, and you can only pant in anticipation as you feel your stomach flipping at the suspense- your heart trilling loudly in your ears.

Gods above, you were in for a long night.

#valorant #valorant x reader #sova x reader #valorant sova #smut #nsft #x gender neutral reader #x gn reader #x ftm reader #x male reader #x trans male reader #x transmasc reader #reader insert

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Spooktober Day 2: Sweater Weather

Pair: Omen/FtM! Reader Source: Valorant

Type: Drabble - 1298 words Genre: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort Perspective: Second-Person (You/Your)

Summary: Omen knits you a sweater to help ease your dysphoria

TW: Mentions of Dysphoria, binders and spiralling

A/N: I got an Oodie recently and I’ve been lounging in it all day everyday while I play games. Can’t lie, it’s a very nice dysphoria reliever for me and is part of the inspo for this fic haha. Also, for however far I am behind, I’ll be making up for. Don’t worry!

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Today just wasn’t your day… nor was the day before… or the day before that… And thinking about it, you wondered if any day would ever be your day again.

Tomorrow didn’t exactly fill you with hope, only the lingering dread of having to face the light of day once more, of having to face your draining thoughts and inner voice once more. If you had to describe Dysphoria? It was like a dirt pit. A dark, deep pit that whenever you fought a little harder to climb out, you only found yourself sliding back down to where you started. Maybe a little further. The edges were all loose dirt and slippery gravel, like some corn silo a poor bird would get suffocated in.

It had been a while since you’d faced a wave of emotional aching as painful and as seemingly never-ending as this. The voices pulling you down so viciously were usually quiet enough to ignore; they were easier to rip apart and disprove when you were so confident and proud... But now? When your confidence was shattered so completely by your incessant thoughts and your self esteem felt so brittle and fragile? Now, you only seem to see and remember everything that felt wrong, even when everyone around you seems to only see the best you. The you that looked and felt every bit the man he is.

Your growing discomfort with yourself only made your bad habits emerge louder, ever more apparent. From staying in your dorm, to wearing your binder for far too long, hyper-focusing and pinching at the parts of you you deemed too “unmasculine”. Every little thing felt off, setting your cursed brain off to spiral ever deeper into its own misery and anxiety. It felt so lonely, so isolating. Like another experience that sets you apart from being a “true man”.

But your looming shadow would never let you forget that you were never really alone in the first place, were you?

Though quiet he may be, he was always there. A solid presence that never wavered, even when your Dysphoria threatened to wash you under. Omen is your beacon of comfort during times like these, a symbol of solidarity as he empathises with your plight. Though your struggles differ, he sees the likeness in the way he questions every so often if he was truly more than the endless shadow and void he’s bound as. Whether or not he was deserving of the friendship and love he is shown by you and his allies. If he was truly deserving of the title of your boyfriend, when there were others more human than he who vied to be by your side in the way he was.

But you always shrugged those thoughts off, always looking at him with that content, little smile of yours as you assured him that none could ever replace him. None could warm your heart more than he, the agent with the namesake of imminent catastrophe. In your eyes, he’s so much more human than so many people you’ve seen. You make him believe that he’s worth it. That he is worthy of love when all he believes he is, is a monster.

So he tries his damn hardest to do the same when you feel down. When you feel like everything is against you. Patient, as he encourages you to heal at your own pace. The time he had off-mission was time he spent mostly by your side, no matter how much you tried to convince him you were fine. He’s always been perceptive, especially of you and lying was never your strong suit. You always felt a little guilty whenever he did this, but he stuck by you with such stubborn concern and affection that managed to stifle those gnawing thoughts.

Rousing you from your thoughts, Omen frowns a little (something you recognise as the little constant jitter and wave his blue scars make whenever he’s displeased) as he calls your name seriously, making you flinch a little like a child receiving a scolding, “How long have you been wearing that for?” He points a claw at you, and you only look away guiltily. He always seemed to know when you had it on and when you’d taken it off. You can feel his frown deepen as he shakes his head at your averted eyes, “You’re going to hurt yourself,” he states so matter-of-factly that you can’t seem to find a valid argument. Shuffling with a garment in his lap, he finally addresses the thing you’d been curious about since he’d laid it down. It seemed to have patches of your favourite colour from what you could see of it bunched up.

“I made this for you,” Omen lifts the now seemingly oversized garment up, “to ease your discomfort,” he speaks softly, his posture turning a little more shy and bashful. His hard work and care could be seen in each individual stitch and the various beautiful blends of simple and complex patterns. It’s like a way cooler, comfier version of your baggy hoodies. The ends of the sleeves cinch to make sure your hands are visible and usable under the puffy sleeves without needing to roll them up. You take it with bright, awe-stricken eyes and a wonder-smitten smile, and Omen can feel his core pulse with affection and pride at making you look so happy.

Taking a deep breath in, you enter your bathroom to change- feeling the tight squeezing around your torso ease at last as you finally take your binder off for the day. You’re quick to slide your night shirt and newly acquired knitted sweater on, if only to distract from the growing distress in the back of your mind. Shuffling out, you have a weary smile as you spin around to show your boyfriend his handiwork, “How do I look, love?”

The way the shadows flow laxly upon his form, the bright blue highlights of his face pulsing slowly and contently, he seems like he’s smiling as he regards you. Slowly, he reaches one bandaged hand out carefully- his version of an invitation for affection. You’re quick to answer as you usher yourself into his arms. He takes a moment to relax, still slightly unused to physical contact, before holding you gently in his arms as he mutters,

“Handsome,”

The word takes you off guard, but in a way that makes your heart leap and mouth twitch upwards in a way it hasn’t for so long. It’s a wonderful welcoming change to the discomfort and self-bitterness. His tone lies bare with truth, and it makes your heart clench. You gladly let yourself be held in the Controller’s delicate embrace, closing your eyes like pounds of weight had been eased off of you for once. Like a few chains of many sliding to the floor, finally snapped and broken. You’re almost tearful as he holds you close, yet it portrays all the unspoken love and tenderness all the same. It’s easy to see how much the usually aloof agent cares for you in the quiet actions he makes for you.

Omen mutters a soft proclamation of love for you in your ear, ensuring only you and you alone can hear; your name follows so confidently that you can’t help the watery hiccup and raw sob that forces its way out of your throat. He carefully runs a hand against your back, a comforting touch as he helps you let go of all the pent up emotion bottled up inside. It's just your name but it’s never felt more sweet nor more fitting than when it fell from Omen’s mouth. It’s a reminder that you truly are the man you yearn to be. Always have, always will be.

No matter how hard the climb to inner peace was, you realise maybe… Just maybe… As your shadow holds you close, perhaps you didn’t have to climb out of your pit alone.

#valorant #valorant x reader #omen x reader #valorant omen #x ftm reader #x male reader #x trans male reader #reader insert #tw dysphoria

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Kinktober Day 1: Claiming

Pair: James “Smoke” Porter/GN! Reader Source: Rainbow Six Siege

Type: One-shot - 1485 words Genre: Non-graphic Smut/18+ Perspective: Second-Person (You/Your)

Summary: Separated from your team during training, you find yourself cornered by the ruthless Smoke. Only, he seems very intrigued by your precarious position stuck between him and a brick wall (Set before his move to Nighthaven!)

TW: Steamy but no actual sex, just a lot of grinding, making out and biting. There’s a few swear words and he lovingly calls you a whore. As always, this is 18+ only!

A/N: I feel like I’ve been neglecting the other categories of my blog so I’ll be doing my best to touch every base haha. I made Smoke kinda mean + I kinda ran rogue with this and forgot the word counter- Enjoy!

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Nothing could’ve prepared you for your impending fate when simulated rubble blocked your path. Your breath hitches as you call to your team, reassuring them that you’d make your way back to them somehow. Ash nods an affirmative but there’s a concerned look that crosses your close friend’s face… But there’s not much you can do with the amount of bits and pieces in the way.

Quick and eager to regroup due to your nervousness on your own, you cautiously clear your way through some rooms, prepared to fight at any moment. You end up in a rather quiet area, far from the objective as you try and make your way back to your squad. There’s a certain looseness, feeling confident that most of them were at the firefight; covered in powder and aching from plastic blanks.

Though, it would seem you were rather too loose and didn’t look too closely at one corner as you felt the harness of your uniform get grabbed harshly- knocking you off kilter. The surprise left you open and easy to defend against, and much harder for you to fight back. You stumble and flail, cursing your lack of flashbangs while trying to shove your gun behind you to hit your attacker better than shooting blindly and possibly hitting yourself with the spray. There’s a pained grunt signifying success before you yelp, hand flexing at the twist of your wrist before you hear your weapon clatter uselessly to the ground. You’re spun- back shoved against the unyielding wall and your hands pinned in an iron grip above your reeling head. Determined, you struggle again but nothing gives in enough for you to break free, especially with your entire lower body trapped, making you sigh, ready to announce an embarrassing surrender before you hear a familiar chuckle,

“Nice try, love,” you can hear the smile in a certain chemist’s rough voice as he leans in close, his free hand unmasking himself to help calm you down from your adrenaline- showing himself as a vulnerable friendly rather than a pretend-enemy, “Pay more attention next time. Don’t let your guard down; no matter how quiet it is there could always be someone lurkin',” Smoke chides sternly, “Your real enemy ain't gonna hold you close like this either, and they certainly won’t be as drop-dead handsome,” he breaks into a grin, already dismissing the scolding tone in his naturally husky voice and you roll your eyes, almost so hard they strain.

Though, you are grateful for him taking it slightly easy on you, he could’ve just shot and tagged you out of the round. Plus, it was a good lesson better served here than in real battle. You were so close to being a proper operator, this simulated training match with and against proper, experienced operators being used to provide more realistic combat/ on the field experience as well as acting as a final test of sorts for each recruit on the cusp of being an official Rainbow Six Operator. It was a high honour you wanted more than anything with how much you dedicated to this path.

A large part of you felt so disappointed at being caught out so soon however, even if it was by your boyfriend, but it was soon replaced by a surprised gasp and hiss. He’d bitten your damn neck! James gives you a cheeky smile with a not so innocent tilt of his head, “Sorry,” he really wasn’t sorry. His hands wrapped around your wrists loosen, a quiet way to let you go if you wanted. You stay put, coy as you rub a thigh between his legs- pleased at the noise you pulled from his lips. There’s a glint in the SAS officer's eyes as he holds you firmly, biting again with a slight bit more force in rebuttal, making you whine and squirm in his grasp, “You just look so good in your new uniform, sweetheart,” he purrs lowly, the deep, more seductive tone replacing his playful one making you squirm a little more at the warmth that simmered beneath your skin.

You’d received your very own specialised uniform a few days before the skirmish, and you’d be a fool if you didn’t notice the way Smoke stared at the way you filled out the new gear. It was rather tight in certain areas, leaving little to the imagination, and he’d taken great notice given the way he squeezed your thigh with his free hand- appreciating the raw strength and muscle you’d built over your training, “And with the way you’re pinned and moaning so nicely for me… I don’t think I can resist claiming you,” he almost growls, and you have to stop yourself from so eagerly nodding your head,

“You want that, huh? Make you mine right here, right now? Want the others to hear you be a whore for me during training?” and you’re pleading with the way you grind so adorably against the thigh he so kindly shoved between your legs. His ego is instantly inflated at how needy you were for him already, biting his bottom lip as the edges of his lips turn up into a cruel smirk, “Or do you want me to leave you here? You look desperate enough to let anyone try to satisfy you,” he laughs under his breath at how quickly you shake your head, making barely quiet, little noises of protest- your mind still well aware of the danger of someone walking in, “Ah, ah, use your words, sweetheart,” he tutts with feign-disappointment,

“N-No! Mmn, ah, no, o-only you, p-please... Oh...! Only you c-can,” you cry and plead, rewarded generously with a hard yet sweet kiss and more appreciative squeezes and grabs to your form as you rock back and forth on his thigh. Smoke's hand strokes your inner thigh, so close yet so far from where you wanted him, your needy hips grinding the best you can against the sweet relief he offered so graciously. You don’t have it in you to argue with where his hand is, not when he had taken control of your mouth already- tongue curling expertly against yours. He tilts his head, letting every whine and moan fall into his own experienced lips. When he finally parts, there’s a string still connecting you and your eyes are half-lidded and hazy with desire. You crave more, need more with all your heart and soul. It isn’t enough, but you know you shouldn’t keep going if you want to keep your dignity.

Smoke bites a little harder when his lips trail from your own pair back to your already reddened neck, licking soothingly over the abused flesh. He kisses trail after trail to different spots, sucking and biting at each new patch of heated skin. You swear you almost hear a "mine" muttered under his breath at every angry, red mark. Each feeling of his teeth against your very pulse, of his warm tongue laving against every loving, deliciously sore bruise, of his soft lips against every inch of his canvas made you keen and arch into his embrace- dizzy with growing thirst and need. His insistent, thorough ritual of making sure every visible piece of you was noticeably his made your legs jelly and the throbbing between your legs intense. Yet relief was seldom as you could only sob at the lack of direct friction and touch.

Your mind was fuzzy; positively lost in your own yearning and his grip as the chemist’s hands travelled and grasped every sensitive, erogenous zone of your body- harsh enough to surely form bruises beneath your uniform. Your wrists kept themselves against the wall, unwilling to move and displease your boyfriend as he rewarded you with such pleasurable pain. James pulls back, a proud smile on his lips as he admires his handiwork: Your heaving chest as you panted through swollen lips. Your exposed neck littered with his hickeys with tired, red wrists hanging uselessly above you. Your unfocused, lust-clouded eyes and make-out-ruffled uniform ties the whole masterpiece together for him. His wonderful masterpiece.

You blink, disorientated and breath very much stolen as he simply straightens himself out- a simple brush of his hand fixing up his assault vest that was only slightly askew. The innocent, confused frown on your face at his departure makes him chuckle, smirking,

“I do believe we have a straggler left untagged in this round,” he reminds you of your current training with a wink, granting you a second chance at the fight, before leaning in once more and whispering into your ear, “If I were them, I wouldn’t let myself get caught,” Smoke flashes you a wolfish smile when he faces you fully once more, before clasping his mask back over his flushed face. It almost feels like he’s warning you about himself, more so than his teammates. You attempt to lean up slowly from the wall as you try and recollect your bearings, until you start hearing rogue footsteps nearing you rather quickly. Shit.

You take off with a wobbly sprint, shaky legs and clumsy feet trying to find purchase on the cement as you scramble off. James has to stop himself from laughing at the very awkward dash as he grabs and adjusts his weapon to make it look less like he just let you go. His other hand rests on an obstacle in front of him as he looks in the direction you’d fled, panting softly to feign catching his breath. Thank the gods for his baggy uniform pants, he was unbelievably hard after that.

It didn’t matter. He was going to catch you tonight, no matter where you ran. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

#rainbow six siege #rainbow six siege x reader #r6s x reader #rainbow six x reader #smoke x reader #x gender neutral reader #r6s smoke x reader #r6s smoke #james porter #reader insert #x gn reader #x ftm reader #x male reader #x trans male reader #smut #nsft #kinktober 2022

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Spooktober Day 1: Lost

Pair: Yoru/GN! Reader Source: Valorant

Type: Drabble - 997 words Genre: Fluff, tiny smidge of thriller Perspective: Second-Person (You/Your)

Summary: During Skye’s team-bonding trip outside, you end up lost with your only source of company being the one and only, prickly, and already annoyed Yoru.

TW: Slightly creepy, ambiguous ending at the end!

A/N: Stole some of the mist from the Entity from DBD just to make this setting- Speaking of, maybe I’ll add DBD to the Fandom list. I'm also kind of iffy on this one :C I really tried to paint this like a monster reveal rather than a mirror. Hopefully the next prompt hits better.

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You weren’t quite sure when you got split up from the others until you were knee-deep in brittle, sharp branches and all-consuming fog, your poor heart already thumping at the lack of familiar chatter and footsteps. The evening light barely shone through the canopy of leaves and thick tree branches, and the dimming of the world around you only made your mind race with morbid possibilities. What if it got too dark for you to find the others? What if something happened to your friends? What if something sinister attacked you? You were on your own with no weapon bar the utility knife Skye had gifted you. The only thing keeping you together was the rift-walker who was still somehow attached to you, dragged into the mess you unknowingly stepped into. It was a wonder how he managed to find you despite having lagged behind the entire time.

He was understandably irritated at the situation, having already been grumpy when Skye woke the whole gang up at the ass-crack of dawn to go nature hiking. Getting lost, while trying to drag your ass back in line, and getting seemingly trapped within thick, immovable fog at every turn was very much not helping his mood. Then, you just had to open your mouth while Yoru tried to guide you both out by himself (though, really, you weren’t sure how he was going to get you out when he knew damn well he couldn’t see a thing- just like you). How did he even find you in this damn fog?

“We’re lost aren’t we?” It was meant to be light-hearted, but the tension and growing anxiety really killed the humour in it. You regretted it the minute it left your mouth, grimacing as you struggled to even look in his general direction. Now really wasn’t the time,

“We wouldn’t be in this fucking mess if you didn’t stray from the damn path. All this just because you wanted to pick some flowers for the flower girl,” he grunts the last bit under his breath, and you swear there’s some kind of scorn in the way he mentions Skye… It almost seemed like… Jealousy? Whatever it was, it was gone in the blink of an eye as he straightened himself and sighs, “I… Listen, I’m sorry. I just…” He’s rubbing at his temples as he talks,

Your eyes widen a little bit at his change in demeanour, blinking slowly before you shake your head, “No, no, it’s fine. You… You’re right. I shouldn’t have wondered so far. I should’ve asked the others if they could stop for a bit,” you offer a small, apologetic smile but he only frowns a little,

“That doesn’t make it ok for me to lash out at you,” the way his face scrunches and his brows furrowed in both guilt and shame is almost adorable, and if you didn’t value your safety, maybe you would’ve told him so. He seemed a little softer on you than the rest, or at least, that’s what Phoenix always said. It was moments like these that made you see it. From the way he swallowed his pride in arguments, to the way he patched you up after training, to the way he brought you meals you missed despite his scolding.

Cautiously, you rest a hand on his shoulder. He’s still warm to the touch despite the evening drafts that begin to sweep at your hair, and there’s a faint smell of something sweet? metallic? carried through the scent of damp grass and splintered pine. He’s twitchy under your hand but he remains still, eyes peering into yours with an unreadable expression,

“Hey, it’s ok,” you offer a smile, hesitant yet warm, a means of comfort amidst the uncertainty that painted your surroundings. Hell, you were VALORANT agents. You’d faced certain death and worse, surely this was nothing. Yoru’s face softens a little, his shoulders relaxing under your hold. It’s almost like you aren’t lost in the middle of who knows what. It’s just you two in the common rooms back on base, relaxing and watching whatever dumb horror film you could find to celebrate the spooky season. You give a little thumbs up, a wink spurred on by Yoru’s loosened posture, “There’s nothing we can’t do together!”

This time, he laughs. A proper, little thing as he shakes his head and brushes you off. The deep rumble sounds so pleasant in your ears, you yearn to hear more. You want to see that soft look on his face again as he looks at you, almost like you were the only thing he cared about. That sense of security only heightens from that moment as you grin and laugh a little, if only to brush off the growing butterflies in your stomach,

“Yeah, yeah, just don’t get lost again. I’m not looking for you if you do,” he rolls his eyes and walks on, and you don’t bother to question where he’s going. Anywhere was somewhere you supposed, as you rooted through foliage laced with tangled brambles and barbed nettles. You’re quick to thank your guardian angel that you stuck with long cargo pants for the trail. The material barely seems scratched.

You inch over, walking a little closer together with Yoru remaining seemingly unaware, the proximity giving you body heat to fight the passing cold as well as providing a reason to quell your panicking brain. Even if you were lost, you were with Yoru. You’re safe, a mantra you repeated to yourself in the waves of doubt when your gut feeling twisted and turned. Oh, you really shouldn’t have ignored it.

Your heart almost trips over itself with how hard it was hammering.

You see a recognisable figure ahead of you: a shock of familiar blue hair, an eerily recognisable bright blue jacket and as they turn, you see a face that looks at you with an all-too confused and frightened expression to continue feeling safe with the person who had been by your side this entire time.

“Yoru?”

#valorant x reader #valorant #valorant yoru #yoru x reader #x gender neutral reader #x ftm reader #x male reader #x trans male reader #reader insert #Spooktober 2022

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I used to have insomnia back then and it caused me huge eyebags and sleep in class but my sibling was able to fix by taking away my phone at 9:30 pm and my sleep schedule is getting better and no longer need my phone taken away

(sorry if I'm rambling and annoyed you 😓😓😓)

Aww noo, you're not rambling and you're not annoying me! I love it when people send in asks just to chat :D Always makes my day

I'm happy you managed to fix your sleep schedule! I should probably try and do something like that haha, maybe then I'll actually have some quality sleep. Insomnia's always been a pain :,D

#Coffee Talk ☕#Re:Kas Chats #not a fic

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How are you doing these days?

Hello, Anon~ I've been feeling a quite restless these past nights, but I've been doing a little better now lately. I feel especially inspired to write and provide content for all of you wonderful people, especially with how long you've all stuck around for! I just need to make sure I sleep on time and rest properly, haha

Thank you for the ask~! Here's a sweet treat, on the house <3 🍬

#Coffee Talk ☕#Re:Kas Chats #not a fic

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Kinktober's Smutty Mini Treats 2022

(I will be making up for the days I missed! So I'm adding 5 more days onto both October events :D)

I thought I'd try out the most popular writing challenge I see floating around so here we go! I will be making a SFW event too! I've decided to try and write a small drabble or so everyday to try and get back into the swing of things, but not overwhelm myself with finishing a bunch of larger projects at the same time.

I will still be doing normal reqs! But I'll also be posting some daily drabbles alongside them to give this blog a semblance of a schedule, and because it motivates me by seeing something complete, even if it's small.

Feel free to also give me your interpretation of the prompt and how you'd like the fic to go based on the prompt! ^^

Please be sure to keep my smut rules/guidelines in mind while requesting one of these prompts!

Claiming

Semi-Public

Dry Humping/Clothes On

Chasing/ Hunter-Prey Dynamic

Brat Taming

Stockings

Bondage

Omegaverse - A/B/O

Praise Kink

Voice Kink

Cockwarming

Short shorts/Tight Shorts/Revealing Clothing

Hidden Toy

Bath/Shower Sex

Aphrodisiacs/Sex Pollen

Breath Play/Choking

Aftercare

Orgasm Denial/Edging

Slow and Tender Sex

Authority Kink

Breeding Kink

Caught

Safe Word

First Time

Morning Sex/Sleepy Sex

Stuck in the Wall

Solo/Masturbation (+ maybe voyeurism)

Humiliation/Degrading Kink

Hate Sex

Corruption Kink

Overstimulation

"Would you believe me if I told you that chocolate and pomegranates were seen as aphrodisiacs? The more you know! Oh, would you like me to wrap up some from the counter to take home? Ah, don't give me that look, dear customer, I'm only teasing~"

#kinktober 2022 #nsft #writing prompts #prompt list #story prompt #writing ideas #x gender neutral reader #x ftm reader #x trans male reader #x male reader #reader insert #valorant x reader #rainbow six siege x reader #apex legends x reader #fire emblem x reader

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October's Spooky Autumn Mini Treats 2022

(I will be making up for the days I missed! So I'm adding 5 more days onto this event :D)

I thought I'd try out a month-long writing prompt challenge to give my blog more regular updates! I will be making an NSFW event too! I've decided to try and write a small drabble or so everyday to try and get back into the swing of things, but not overwhelm myself with finishing a bunch of larger projects at the same time.

As a heads up, some of these prompts may turn into a horror-esque drabble due to the spooky side of October! If you req something seemingly ominous from this list, you can specify whether or not you want that sprinkle of horror.

Feel free to also give me your interpretation of the prompt and how you'd like the fic to go based on the prompt! ^^

Lost

Sweater Weather

Foliage

Jack O' Lanterns

Hot drinks

Idiot

Moon and Stars

Getting Warm

Cough Syrup

Vampire

Summoning Something

Trick or Treat?

Horror Movies

Haunted Grounds

Firewood

Hunted

Boo!

Night-time Walks

Candy

Ouija Board

Fortune Telling

Costume Shopping

Pillow fort

Aromatic Candles

Apocalypse

Spooky Games

Outbreak

Lights Out

Slashers

Terrible Decisions

Costume Party

"October's rather lovely, isn't it? I love the colour of the leaves and the smell of seasonal drinks and foods! Though, be wary. In this season especially, things tend to like to go bump in the night and they may be far closer than you'd like. I'd hate for anything to happen to you, dear customer. Ah, make sure to eat your treats before they go stale!"

#october prompts #prompt list #writing prompts #story prompt #writing ideas #x ftm reader #x trans male reader #x male reader #x gender neutral reader #reader insert #valorant x reader #rainbow six siege x reader #apex legends x reader #pokemon x reader #botw x reader #fire emblem x reader

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hiii !! anything nsfw w/ cypher x gn!readed please :3 hope ur day is going well <3

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Watching You Squirm Is The Best Part

Pair: Cypher/GN! Reader Source: Valorant

Genre: Smut Type: One-Shot - 5309 words Perspective: Second-Person (You/Your)

Summary: Mustering up courage you didn't think you could, you decide you want to be on top tonight… Just, with a bit of help from your boyfriend. Who would’ve guessed that he would get so riled up from such an act.

TW: Graphic descriptions of sex! Again, minors DNI! Reader gets penetrated but it’s unspecified where! Your parts are also ambiguous! Cypher gets kinda rough near the end and he also nuts in you

Kinks: Overstimulation, Praise/Affirmation Play, Dacryphilia

Terms Used for Reader: Hole, Sex

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You were quite… skittish, for lack of a better word, when it came to talking about sex. It was just so embarrassing and it always made your face warm up! It was incredibly irritating how weird it made you feel, something Cypher very much knew and really liked to tease you about. The moment the tone for your private conversations turned risqué, there was something in your voice that would just wobble adorably; a meek squeak following shortly after whenever Cypher capitalised off of your shyness-born torment.

Lately however, you’d been quite intrigued by the idea of ignoring your innate shyness for a chance at being on top for once. The thought would come and go, heat flushing your cheeks as you try to rid yourself of the amorous thought. But… The mere idea of keeping the ever witty information broker under you, completely at your mercy. It was more than alluring, borderline irresistible.

But, in practice, that’s not exactly how the night went, was it?

The day had been long, given your duties, when you both finally collapsed in your shared dorm. As Cypher sluggishly peeled off his heavy coat, sighing out in relief, he felt your wandering arms wrap around his waist- hands grabbing gently at him. There’s this soft press of your head against the crook of his neck as you idly stand there- swaying. He can’t help the smile that crosses his face at this rare, little, soft and domestic moment; his fingers start unknowingly rushing to hang up his increasingly burdensome coat before letting his gloved hands rest on the arms draped so slackly around his figure. It’s comforting as it is telling,

“What has you so clingy, my rose?” The Sentinel teases light-heartedly. It's soft and dulcet in tone to your ears as he peers, curiously yet lovingly behind bright, azure optics over his shoulder at your burrowed face, hidden poorly in the junction of his neck and ruffles of the shirt underneath,

“Miss you…” is all you mumble quietly, slightly antsy and nervous as you lose some of the confidence you had been trying to build all day. There’s this gut feeling telling you the agent already understands what you mean, perhaps there was a distinct neediness in your body language you couldn’t contain, but he keeps the atmosphere gentle and relaxed as he hums softly,

“I missed you too, my love,” his expression is nothing but loving as he pets the parts of you he can reach, “but I’m sure you would feel much more comfortable being this cuddly in bed,” Amir laughs that iconic, little laugh of his that just feels so uniquely him. Your nerves ease a tad at the sound, a few of your own chuckles slipping past your quirked lips as you follow his somewhat awkward shuffle to your bed- given your unwillingness to part from him. Maybe it was the fatigue from past missions, or perhaps it was the building anticipation of what you had been thinking of for so long.

As you lie down, your body sinking in the plushness and comforting textures of the sheets and pillows, Cypher shifts over slowly to sit with knees splayed on either side of your own. He leans down over you, as you watch with baited breath, before he reaches for your still hands to place them softly behind his clothed jaw- your fingers idly feeling up the sturdy yet pliable and soft cloth of his mask. You tug on the fabric, lifting it gradually as he rubs reassuring circles into your wrists- his gentle smile is revealed first along with some stubble. It isn't the first time you'd done this, but each time seems so meaningful and tender. Unhurriedly, more pieces of him are re-revealed to you- from his familiar, crooked deep-set scars and marks to his sharp, pointy nose and a pair of deep chestnut-brown eyes that seem to gleam everlastingly with such overflowing, unwavering affection- and a hint of something mischievous as they trace over your awe-stricken expression.

Your heart leaps and soars at the sight of your boyfriend unmasked, knowing full well how much trust and love he put in your hands for you to guard and keep. There’s always this certain almost star struck smile on your face whenever you see him, the true him. A part of Amir feels so underserving to have someone as wonderful as you look at him with such reverent adoration and unabashed admiration. He gives you a moment to stare before there’s a gentle pressure as he kisses you sweetly, softly. It’s almost desperate from how long you’d been apart for. There was only so much fleeting hugs in your workspaces and mask boops could do to fill the need to hold each other.

Your breath hitches as he tugs his gloves off with his teeth, a small, teasing smile pulling at Cypher’s lips as he watches your reaction closely. It’s not long before your shirt slides to the floor, knowledgeable hands trailing the bare expanse of skin that follows like some wanderlust-consumed traveller roaming feverishly down familiar paths and places. Rough fingertips trail your sides, rubbing circles along the way; the movements almost make you laugh from how admittedly ticklish you were. You merely sigh happily as his lips find yours before slowly trailing down your neck, your pulse quickening beneath gentle nips and kisses.

The way he holds you leaves you breathless, each touch and stroke hitching your breath. It’s firm yet reverential, handling you almost like a glass emblem of worship. He’s slow at times, wanting to soak in the moment and commit each and every minute detail of your torso to memory. Every mark and blemish, each perfect imperfection of your form. Any flaw you saw was perfection in Amir’s eyes. Nothing stays hidden from him, on and off the battlefield.

It’s when you’re both fully undressed when you fully realise what was going to happen, and you’re quick to gently push on his arm. Amir stops quickly, concern the first and foremost emotion wrinkling his expression before you soothe him with a reassuring smile- which tumbles into a sharp breath of gathering last minute courage,

“I want.. I uh… Can… Can I be on top? For tonight maybe?” Your words stumble and catch awkwardly to the point that they almost sound foreign to you, and you’re fumbling physically as you are vocally. Your fingers wring together as you avoid eye contact, yet your eyes seem to peek back to his every other beat. It feels so silly just asking like this, but it was best to ask now than hold your peace... But with that anxiety bubbling up, you wouldn’t be surprised if Cypher laughed you off, but he doesn’t. There’s a proud smile on his face and if anything, he seemed just a bit surprised- and not the bad kind,

“Of course, my love,” he hums assuredly, softly stroking down your side to further emphasise his approval,

“I, you- uh… Wait, really?” Amir only laughs light-heartedly again as you stutter and pause, a playful gleam in his eye as he hums his approval once more,

“Hmm, maybe next time you’ll have to work for it. But for now, you’re too cute to say no to.” He smiles teasingly, making you bat at his arm in embarrassment when realisation makes your movement stutter. Next time?

Gently, Amir rolls you both over and swaps your positions. He’s holding you steady as you rest on his upper hip area. Flustered heat gathers on your face as you feel his hardness resting prominently against the swell of your ass, a reminder of something more carnal amidst the sweetness of your boyfriend. You begin to fidget slightly in place, slightly nervous of the attentive yet affectionate eyes watching you, but you lean down regardless- eager to do anything to calm yourself. You settle with pressing soft kisses trailing from his mouth to his neck, copying his touch from whenever he holds you closely like this. These touches were electrifying to you, so it had to feel just as good to your boyfriend, right? You’re rewarded with soft gasps and groans as he tilts his head, showing more of his neck for you to touch with your oh so gentle caress.

You're too worried about accidentally hurting him to give him any more pressure, something that hits him like a double-edged sword. His heart sings with how much you care for his wellbeing, physical and emotional, yet the pressure is no where near enough for him. He almost whimpers in need as you suck gently for a hickey. You seem content just touching him like this, something you take as a rare opportunity.

You touch him like he’s made of glass and there’s something about that that makes him weak. You’re so sweet to him, so careful with him, regardless of the marks and scars that prove he’s handled the worst of the worst. You smooth over each cicatrices, numbing away any phantom pains you seemingly believe are still there. With each kiss and touch, it’s clear to see how much you do adore him and his heart burns evermore with just as much passion and love. Your fervent, genuine love only makes him crave your touch and warmth more.

As you massage and kiss and nip your way down the smooth skin of his stomach, following a trail of sparse hair, your fingertips pressing against muscle built over the years of training, it only stokes the fire of want and need that smoulder Cypher whole. And when you finally hold his cock, he swears with a moan of your name under his breath from how much he needed that. You gain a sense of pride in that, confidence growing with the sparks of that pride stroking your ego. Your actions are practised and measured, hands cupping his balls as he moans out against your touch. He stills his hips, fighting how much he wanted to just thrust up when your mouth cups his tip- swirling your tongue. You hollow your cheeks, eagerly taking him into your warm mouth as he groans out from his sensitive flesh being surrounded by something so wet and velvety.

You stroke what you can't hold as you remember to breathe through your nose, head bobbing up and down slowly. You glance up to see the way Amir's cheeks redden and his glossy lips part to pant and hiss, eyebrows furrowed in pleasure. His unkempt appearance only stokes that pride in you further, feeling very pleased at making your boyfriend feel so good. You trace over the vein on the underside of his cock, massaging him with both your hands and mouth as the broker's chest heaves with the air you knock out of him with each pleasurable suck and lick.

As you fall into a quicker yet even pace, his slick dick pulses and twitches more in your mouth. A slightly salty and bitter taste slowly coats your tongue and you moan softly, the vibrations only adding to the sensations. Cypher watches with half-lidded eyes, groaning at the sight of the way you work him so diligently- so focused and happy. You look so perfect to him with your lips wrapped around him, and he tells you so between pants and moans- praising you between swear words, "S-Shit, so good, fuck- so perfect for me," His words go straight to your core, desire and need already making themselves apparent in your underwear. He's getting closer, you can feel it in the way his hips twitch and slightly buck and grind up to your face which only makes your lips twitch into a small smirk.

It’s over all too soon as you release him, kissing his tip which only makes him twitch and inhale quickly- holding it, and he only sighs out as he looks down at you, tension leaving and mildly disappointed yet excited for what's to come. The way he bites his lip, eyebrows still furrowed as he contemplates begging you for the release he could feel building, only makes you feel all the more powerful.

“We haven’t even gotten to the fun part,” is all you croon with a wink, which holds every bit of ego you'd built from giving Amir another one of the best head games he'd ever received, as his chest rises and lowers quickly in time with his panting to catch his breath. He rolls his eyes but there’s a soft, breathy laugh that follows which makes you smile. There’s the sound of a liquid pouring as you work some lube onto his sensitive flesh. Cypher can’t help but note with amusement, through stuttered gasps and moans, how focused you seemed for such a task, with the way your teeth worry your bottom lip and all. Your hands are still glistening with excess lube when you reach down to prep yourself properly and your boyfriend can’t stop himself from watching with bated breath.

You flush a little at the attention once more, your fingers prodding at your entrance before delving in, a whimper tumbling from your lips as you work yourself. You have to resist the urge to touch yourself properly, not wanting to cum just yet. Your skin feels so hot with the blush and aphrodisia that settles perfectly beneath, the lack of cold air keeping your head light and hazy with lust and longing. Every noise makes him want to touch you, work you to completion like you so deserve but he reserves himself to rubbing the sides of your thighs as he groans at the sight. Your actions are slightly slow and awkward from your shyness, but it only seems to spur Amir on further as he grinds his cock against your ass. You’re just too damn cute. You’re panting as you finally withdraw, ready and prepared. His hands stay on you, a grounding comfort that steadies your racing heart.

He whispers soft encouragement as he lets you take a moment to prepare yourself. Slowly, you lift yourself to align your hole with his weeping head. There’s a pause at the contact, a soft sigh falling from your lips as you nudge yourself against him- rubbing the two of you together slowly in a gentle rocking motion. His warmth feels incredible alone just from this. He hisses a little, it feels so good being seemingly so close yet so far. The Sentinel yearns for more, hunger and excitement only growing as he feels your slick hole grind against him,

“I didn’t expect you to be such a tease already, my rose…” Cypher manages a strained chuckle between sharp intakes of air. He wants you so desperately, but he keeps himself together. This was your first time taking on this position after all.

The reality of the situation dawns on you and you breathe in softly to calm yourself. It feels all too embarrassing and lewd. With another whisper of encouragement from Amir, you sink down. He parts your walls so easily, your hole eagerly taking in the first two inches you allow yourself to go down to. You cry out at the feeling of being filled, delicious friction grabbing at you and messing with your nerve endings. It’s experimental the way you move your hips, cautiously bobbing up and down- though it's rewarding all the same. Cypher bites his lip at his festering desires but stills himself to let you move at your own pace, unwilling to startle you.

His grip is firm and secure on the soft skin of your thighs, feeling up the underlying muscle built up beneath, unyielding as your boyfriend keeps you steady in spite of the shaking in your poor legs as you try to rise on your own. All the strength in your legs feel like it’s been reduced to putty amidst the intense intimacy of the new position. His eyes on you and the clear view of your physical connection, of his thick cock stuffed in your tight hole, addles your shy brain, intensifying your sensations.

The slow drag of his fat cock against your walls is almost too much as you try to compute the overwhelming sensations assaulting your mind. It’s adorable, especially to Cypher as he watches you struggle to take more than half of him despite knowing full well you can from prior experience. It’s more embarrassing than anything, the flush of inner shame you feel prickles your skin as you gasp and keen softly with your movements. The weight of his eyes on you is almost too much for you to handle, a feeling akin to stage fright but ever more intimate. But, the shame only fans the flames of carnality and thirst ever higher.

It shouldn’t feel as different as it does, but something about the roles being visually reversed was so new. You were practically in control, and the feeling of sinking down yourself as opposed to being at the mercy of Cypher’s ministrations just felt so good.

He’s cooing soft praises to you, affirming you with every new rise and fall you make as he guides you through the motions. Your shallow bobs slowly grow in confidence as you try and take more and more, if only to hear Amir’s sweet praises and barely held back groans. The thicker base causes your touchy hole to open up for him just a little more, making your physical connection ever tighter. Soon, your movements become more steady, slower yet deeper, no matter how trembly your legs remain. Leaning up, he rewards you with a loving kiss that takes your already shallow breath away, parting briefly as you gasp and moan against his lips before your mouths find each other once more, desperate. His kiss was intoxicating as it was addictive, a feeling and touch you craved so often to the point of hungry withdrawal.

You can feel the wide tip of his cock nudge the innermost depths of your insides as you moan out, arching backwards, and bite your lip in an effort to take the fuzzy stimulation given so graciously to you, with his entirety finally fully hilted with your ass sat directly on Cypher’s lap. With one eye closed, you look down and breathe out against the dizzying pleasure that threatens to take hold in waves. It’s quite the snug fit, one your boyfriend hisses out at as he feels your warm walls holding him tight. As much as he desperately wants you to move, he’s patient and careful as he lets you adjust to having him so deep inside. It feels like he’s reaching ever deeper in this position, it almost drives you both crazy.

Sucking in a breath, you rise until just the tip is left before you sink back down- whining out as you’re filled up once again so nicely. Your heart only beats harder as you hear your boyfriend’s sweet moans at your actions. You crave more, growing greedy for more, as you bounce a little more consistently, a little quicker, building your rhythm as his cock pounds deep inside of you- leaving you groaning and whining at the sensations. It was addictive the way he made you feel. Your breaths come to you in quick, rapid beats from exertion and sweet pleasure that coils deep in your stomach. Amir seems just as winded as you, pretty lips parted as he keeps his gaze on you and the way your face twists from the almost overwhelming sensations. He can’t help the groan that leaves him from watching you so rapt in pleasure, before his gaze wanders lower to where you’re connected. Every little thing you do turns him on more than he can describe.

Your reddened, little hole wrapped so perfectly around his dick is such a pretty sight to him. You are his, through and through. His to love and cherish and claim. You’re so perfect, so good for him. The sight of your hole readily accepting every inch of his cock over and over again was enough for his grip to tighten, no doubt angry red marks would appear on your once unbothered flesh. And if he had it his way? He would’ve made sure to bite and mark your inner thighs too, make you his work of art. You certainly wouldn’t have been opposed to it had you not been so keen on chasing that high that teased and dragged you along a thin line. It was maddening how much it felt like so much yet so little. Each strike of his blunt tip against your insides only granted more delicious friction against your tender nerves, pulling more and more wonderful sounds from you.

Nothing but the soft slaps of skin hitting skin, sweat and a bit of lube slicking both of your thighs, mixing with the lewd sounds of the two of you moaning and quick breaths permeated the room. It only muddled your brain further, Cypher’s moans and the slick slapping of skin only furthering your arousal. You jump a little as a hand touches your oh so sensitive sex, stroking and rubbing which makes you cry out so nicely. It’s like music to Amir’s ears as he works you in time with his upward thrusts meeting your desperate pumping hips. Your movement only grows a little quicker, desperate as you wobble on the edge of sweet relief. Your eyes are practically watering before you close them, breathing hard as you try and chase the feeling. The more you chase, the harder it feels to use your legs to continue the passionate

“You’re doing so well- ah, cum for me. You can do it, my love,” he whispers between groans, voice strained as his free hand rubs encouraging circles into your side. It’s only when you hear and focus on the Sentinel’s voice amidst the fog of your lustful craving that you topple over, crashing hard into your orgasm as your hole squeezes rhythmically around him. Your sex twitches in the broker’s hands as he keeps you toppled over the brink of sanity with how much he keeps touching you. You whine loudly, a euphoric, overwhelming high flooding you as a light buzzing takes over- a few tears falling down your cheeks from the high. He thinks you look so wonderful like this, pleasure-driven tears streaking the cheeks of your blissed out face. Your limbs twitch a little at the constant prodding as the heady fog of lust takes over and blanks your brain for a few moments. Your body relaxes in relief when he finally lets you calm down from your high, removing his sullied hand, the pleasure borderline painful as you almost slump down if not for the little strength still somehow left in your jelly-like arms.

The only sound in the room is your gasping breaths, more predominantly yours as you try and retake the air that got knocked out of you with your orgasm. Cypher is nonchalant as he swipes his tongue over the substance you’d produced, with you shivering a slight at the contact, lewdly licking his fingers as you suddenly pause in breath- face burning with equal parts arousal and embarrassment. When it hits you that he had never finished, you only feel your embarrassment grow. He’s rubbing your back with the hand resting on your side, cuddling you into him as he kisses your temple.

“Mmm, are you tired, my rose? Perhaps I should take over now,” he hums, easily shifting the two of you up. You can still feel him inside you, twitching, and can only whine as desire only returns tenfold. You shake your head as he looks toward the bathroom ready to call it there and let you rest, your pulse thumping from the considerate action. It only makes you want to please him more. He shoots you a concerned look, murmuring,

“You don’t need to push yourself, my love,” he soothes but you only wiggle on his lap, purposefully riling him up as he groans at the feeling. You can't stop yourself from craving more, from wanting more. You need to see Amir lose himself as he cums deep inside of you. He grips your hips in warning as you squeeze him intentionally, growling in your ear of how he will absolutely ruin you if you keep going. You only smile a dopey, still mildly fucked out smile as you wriggle insistently once more and hum a “do your worst.”

Cypher doesn’t need to be told twice as he holds your waist, turning the two of you around, as he drags you down to lay down against the sheets once more. His hips thrust almost punishingly deep into you, your lower half hiked up to provide an angle as you cry out- your hands finding purchase on his broad shoulders.

“Be good for me?” He purred into your ear, the question being more of a statement than anything when all you could do was lay there and whine and sob into his shoulder as he fucked you so sweetly. With another change in the power dynamic and positioning, you can feel the press of the hot head of his dick practically kiss your sanity as you cry out for him. The tip scratches at your deepest parts, bumping a part of you, you couldn't hit before, that made you wail as he parts your warm, inviting walls once more- vigorous in his desire for you. His mouth is on yours once more, skilful and knowledgeable tongue curling and dancing with your own. Any attempt at overpowering him is denied as you moan sweetly into the kiss.

“Please, please, please,” you’re whining the word and you can’t even tell what you’re begging for as it feels like all too much and way too little all at once. His thrusts are deep and demanding, wringing every last inch of your body to make you feel so wonderfully blissed out. Too blissed out. There’s a few more tears as you fight against the feeling yet also bend to the overstimulation clogging your rationality. The way his thick cock parts your tight walls, grinding past so easily like you were moulded for him makes your heart sing and your brain short-circuit. It’s so mind-spinningly addictive, and you can only keen as he reaches down to toy with your sex once more,

“Ready to cum for me again, my rose? Go on then. Be good and cum for me,” he chuckles, a somewhat laboured sound, as he holds back just enough to feel you squeeze him tight at his words. It doesn't take much for your overstimulated self to be pushed over the edge once more. You're already so painfully close. One hand’s rubbing your thighs in a soothing manner, coaxing you to let go as you whimper against the overwhelming feelings, “Go on, show me how much you love me,” he practically growls, toying a little rougher with you, and with that your walls flutter around him at the wet sounds and rough ministrations, clenching and holding him in as you feel yourself tip over the cusp of ecstasy.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” your words are slurring a little as you quiver and squirm, unable to fight the frantic jerking and seizing of your body as you cave and cum again- sobbing from how painfully good you felt. Your needy gasping fills the air as you jerk and twitch against the waves of pleasure that rattles you, your whole world spinning and pulsing. Cypher's so sensitive from being denied twice, the tight, rhythmic squeezing of your insides around him enough for him to topple over his peak easily as well. There’s a warmth flooding your spasming insides as Amir cums with a hiss of your name tumbling from his lips, and you’re whining as he fills you so deliriously full- and you can only whine out a meagre, slurred “feel-sh s’ goo-od”. He leans down, face buried in your neck as he bites and sucks at the hot flesh while his hips grind and pump against yours in time with the pulses of his orgasm, pushing his cum as deep as he can into you- marking you from the inside.

You’re so acutely aware of the hot spurts of cum coating your walls as the sensation seemingly pools in the pit of your abdomen, making you mewl and sigh in satisfaction. There’s a wide, very fucked out smile on your face as you revel in the way your sex throbs in his hands and the distinct ache already forming in your lower body.

You practically melt into the plush bed covers trapped beneath you, weak and thoroughly spent as Cypher rolls over sluggishly to avoid squishing you before letting you rest your tired figure comfortably against him. Or at least, as comfortable as being sweaty and exhausted could be. Both of your heads only swim in bliss as you mumble something incoherent, slurring your words like you were drunk. There’s a moment of peace as you both pant for air, basking in the dizzy afterglow as the trembles and quivering you felt fade and settle down. The soft current of air filtering through the window cools you both off a little, a pleasant feeling amidst the humidity that lingers and layers against your skin. Squishing your cheek against his bare shoulder/chest, he only chuckles as he presses a soft kiss to the top of your head. The broker’s hands rest on the side of your head, petting at your hair in a rhythmic motion he often does when he holds you- a habit that grounds the both of you to the present. You smile at the affection, a bright, little thing that has Amir’s head reeling and his heart stammering.

You are the light of each other’s lives, a source of constant comfort and safety in a life of unknowns and danger. This sentiment is confided in the way you whisper and exchange “I love you”s that can hardly convey how much you truly meant it.

“Are you alright, my rose? I wasn’t too rough, was I?” He’s concerned, a deep furrow in his brow as he looks down at you,

“No, no. It was good. More than good actually,” you chuckle a little, something he joins in before you continue, “though.. I might be sore tomorrow,” you muse as you simply bask in the moment, pushing tomorrow’s concerns out of your brain for now. There’s a slight smirk on his face at your words but he says nothing, his hand reaching down from your hair to your hips to gently and apologetically soothe over the marks and bruises he made from gripping you,

“I’ll run a bath for us,” he hums, already ready to get up. Aftercare was always a top priority in his mind, especially after nights like this. You huff a little at the movement and shifting of his body as he prepares to get up,

“I don’t wanna move,” you pout but you’re silenced by a kiss,

“Trust me, my love. You’ll be happier waking up in the morning without feeling so… sticky,” the pause he takes to contemplate his words makes you smile and laugh a little, though you are a bit annoyed that he’s probably right.

You reluctantly let go, Amir pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead as compensation before he diligently goes to run the bath. Only a few minutes pass before you’re already enveloped in warm water and soap suds, a calming scent of lavender and something else herbal and somewhat fruity wafting through the air. It’s soothing to the aches already beginning to develop into a mild thump under your skin.

As you both settle into a soapy yet cosy hold, there’s no other place you both would rather be.

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