Trying to come back from my hiatus. Please request things, i’ll try to get to them :)
.... also, i’m thinking about branching out with the fandoms i write for
Hi! I’m Sqwiid, and my pronouns are She/Her/They/Them. I’m a sapphic writer and specialize in writing WLW fics. However, I’m trying to expand my horizons and am up for writing WLM and MLM and GN xReader fics.
SFW & NSFW Limitations and disclaimers.
( + ) I will write fics for any Apex Legends character. Please specialize if your request is NSFW or SFW, and please be as specific as possible so that I can provide exactly what you’re looking for.
( - ) I have the jurisdiction to decline requests as I see fit, though I don’t really see this happening!
Hey! I was wondering if you could write about Ash from Apex Legends about dating headcanons and how she shows her affection towards the reader? <3
Ash Dating Headcanons :)
Ash(Apex Legends)/Gn!Reader
Ash is not one to engross herself in PDA. In anything, she’s fairly cold in public, maintaining a respectable minimum of 3 to 6 inches between you both.
In private, though, she finds herself entranced with your hair. She combs her long, bone-like fingers through your locks until you fall asleep against her chest.
While you sleep, she stares blankly at your sleeping frame, so small and weak compared to herself, but she finds herself feeling as though she needed to protect you, to care for you, to keep you safe no matter what.
She also wishes she could smell your hair. Was your shampoo fruity or gourmand? Did it smell like oranges or lillies? She would get a pang resembling sadness for a moment since she couldn’t smell it herself, but it disappeared as quickly as she came when she reminded herself how close you were to her.
In public, though she strongly opposes physical affection in front of prying eyes, she does anything she can to make you smile, and better yet— to make you laugh.
She finds you random items, shiny bracelets, dice, rhinestones she finds on the floor of the drop ship— just because she thinks you’d like the shiny things. You would laugh and tell her she’s a crow. She never says anything to that, but she melts on the inside at the sound of your laugh while your eyes glimmer down at the newest shiny trinket she found you.
During matches, she gives you every good attachment, insisting that her skills are good enough without a gold barrel, or stock, what have you. But you both know, without saying it, that it’s her way of gifting you things, even when it’s inconvenient.
She also lets you play with her rat. And feed it cheese way more than you should. She knows that, you know that, the rat knows that… but Ash won’t stop you— your smile is too pretty and your laugh is her favorite melody.
more val smut plsplspls. maybe something where shes aroused by seeing reader cry
I wrote this to no surprises by radiohead. Hope it doesn’t show x
UNDER CUT: NSFW Valkyrie x AFAB! Reader
“Second is The Best”
You were a sore loser. Everyone in the games knew it. Between you tossing controllers after losing a friendly game with Kairi, and you getting a little too excited about winning in card games– people were always concerned or thrilled when you ended up on their squad for the games. It was a blessing and a curse– it made you want to push yourself and your teammates so hard that you would win, but explode when you lost.
And now, in the top three with no teammates, your odds definitely weren’t looking fantastic. You were crouched behind one of the enormous trees in Storm Point, listening to the snare-like shots of an SMG echo off the cliff sides around you. Suddenly, silence, and the tell-tale alert alert of another squad dead reverberated around the arena.
Your hand tensed on the grip of your Flatline. You were already inside the shrinking ring, watching the orange wall creep closer and closer around you. You heard talking a fair distance away, and the sound of doors opening and closing. Your chest shook with each breath as the reality that you might lose settled over you just like the ring was settling around the small arena.
You felt the threat of tears linger in your throat and cloud your eyes as you heard your enemies shout to each other: “Not here, check that other building!”
You heard the tell-tale crunch of dirt under boots near you and you held your breath, scooting closer to the tree. You didn’t want to lose. This season already wasn’t your best, but if you got another loss… god, you probably wouldn’t even explode like you used to. You honestly just felt like crying.
You saw her boot first, and your gaze travelled up until you met her eyes. Valkyrie stood above you, staring down at you, wide-eyed. As you stared into her eyes, you felt the chill of a single tear dribble down your cheek.
Yep, there it was.
Humiliating.
The crackle of Valkyrie’s teammates sounded at the radio on her shoulder, and her free hand reached up to it and silenced it. You shuddered as more tears fell down your face, humiliated but unable to move as she stared at you.
“I don’t want to lose,” You whispered as her appearance blurred, warped by your tears.
She said nothing. Void of her usual sass and confidence, she fidgeted. She glanced to her right, behind her, and her left, and finally back to you. Her eyes were like dinner plates and her face was blank.
“See me after I win,” She said, but her typical cocky one-liner was punctuated by a small crack in her voice. She swallowed hard, and as she started at your unmoving, crying frame, she took the final shot of the game, and you saw darkness.
–
“Top two isn’t bad at all!” Natalie chirped at you as you exited the medical wing of base. “I knew you would go very strong when I saw you were my teammate. It is a shame Anita and I were out just before top three…”
You weren’t really listening. She kept talking, you knew she was trying to comfort you about the loss, but you just couldn’t handle the crushing feeling.
Second place, a silver trophy, a yellow ribbon. God, you could punch something. Or someone. Which explains exactly why you were so relieved when Wattson bid her goodbye and retired to her room.
You weren’t really mad at Kairi, in fact, you were just plain embarrassed. Sure, you’ve gotten angry enough to be brought to tears before, but never in front of her. You two were casual friends, talking only when you had to, working together only when either of you had an excuse to. You couldn’t deny that you always got a little too excited when she was your squadmate, or that you stared a little too long when she laughed at her own jokes. Whatever… casual friends, right?
But you just couldn’t forget the look on her face as she stared down at you in the games. It wasn’t the first time that you two had been alone during the games, but normally she was all-flirt, making you either laugh or seethe with each compliment she swung at you, mid gun-fight. Normally, you brushed it off and saved remembering it for late nights in your bedroom. However, the weight that had made itself home in your stomach since she said one of her (usually a little annoying) one-liners was so heavy, making you linger a little too long as you passed the hall to her room.
Did she really mean for you to visit her? She did win, and usually you would stew in your room for a few days until you got over yourself, but you couldn’t help but let that weight in your gut guide you to her door.
You hesitated, standing motionless in front of her door with a golden nameplate that read Kairi Valkyrie Imahara with a sticker under it that said Beware of vicious dogs! You snorted a little, before reaching up to rap your knuckles on the metal.
“You actually turned up,” Her voice sounded from your left, before your hand had even made contact with the door. “I thought you would be pouting for a solid week.”
You turned to face her. She was slowly approaching, each step of her boot hitting the floor at a deafening volume. She was still in her uniform, just as you were. As she approached you, you backed up to the door, placing an open hand on the door handle that only popped out at the turn of a key. Her equipment made you feel impossibly small, as she seemed to tower over you with shoulders accentuated by her jump-jets.
“I…” You started, staring up into her calm, dark eyes as she got close to you. Too close for casual friends, you swallowed the thought. You felt your pulse hammer in your throat, fighting against your unfathomable resolve to stay calm, just stay calm.
Your eyes widened as she reached out a gloved hand to your cheek. It reeked of smoke and motor oil… having that right up on your face made your eyes water.
She smiled softly, lightly dragging her hand down to the base of your neck. She rested it there, watching you quietly as your eyes continued to redden and water.
“It’s… pungent.” You whispered, feeling choked by your own nerves as a tear dribbled down your cheek, cutting through the residue she left on your face.
She grinned as a slight flush rose to her cheeks. “You learn to love it,” She said, before dipping her face down to connect her lips with yours. Your free hand travelled up to her face and she softly urged you back onto the door with her hand on your neck. You sighed shakily as she ran her gloved thumb gently along your neck and your hand found its anchor in her silver hair. She placed her other hand on your waist and you arched your back to chase her touch and her knee found its place between your legs.
She pulled back for a second, lightly biting your bottom lip as you silently breathed out her name. Her mouth found yours again, and you realised as your mouth opened to accept her more, that she even tasted like smoke. And… alcohol.
“Kairi,” You whispered as you pulled back. “Kairi, have you been drinking?” You thought it was the only thing that could explain the current… activities you were engaging in.
“Just a pregame before we dropped,” She replied, dipping down to your jaw to graze her teeth along your skin. Okay, so that couldn’t explain your current activities. “Why?”
“Why are we doing this?”
She chuckled. “Because I won,” she pressed a kiss to your neck. “And you are such a reward.”
“You don’t have to rub it in,”
She raised her knee to press against your core and you sighed at the feeling. “Yes, I do.”
Her mouth found yours again and your eyes fell closed. Your hand threaded through her short locks, carefully avoiding the bulk of her equipment on her chest with your arm. It was awkward, but you loved it.
Suddenly, Kairi stopped. She pulled back and you felt her breath fan over your face. Your eyes slowly opened and you began to speak, before she shushed you. That’s when you heard it– approaching footsteps and the roaring laughter of Octavio and Ajay.
Kairi removed her hands from you and she fumbled with a pocket on her jumpsuit, fishing out a keycard with the Apex logo on it. You tried to move to the side, but she put her other hand on your hip, placing her lips on yours again as she swiped the keycard behind you.
You felt the handle press into your back and you found it with your hand that was still behind you, turning it and letting it fall open with the weight of the two of you. Her teeth brushed yours for a moment at the new movement and she ushered you to the left, and you soon found that the back of your legs brushed up against her bed.
Suddenly- your lips went cold, as Kairi pulled back from you. She stepped back and began fiddling with the equipment that restrained her, and you fell back onto her bed in a woosh. Next to your head, though, were a few unexpected, aluminium guests. You turned on your side and met your eyes with a… couple empty bottles of chuhai. Well, saying “a couple” was being kind to Kairi.
“Oh my god, this was your pregame?”
Kairi laughed as the sound of something heavy thunked onto the floor. “Is it more embarrassing to say no or yes?”
“You have a problem regardless.” Another thunk. “How do you fly with all that junk?”
She laughed louder and you felt a sharp twang as her hand landed loudly on your ass. “How do you?!”
You barely had time to react as the bed was sinking next to you and her mouth crashed into yours again. You placed your hands on her cheeks as she moved to get on top of you. The click of her lips disconnecting from yours made your eyes flutter open and you watched with blurred vision as she reached over you to push the cans of chuhai off the bed. You chuckled softly as they all clamoured to the floor simultaneously.
Her dark eyes found yours again. Her pupils were blown out and her cheeks were made rose. “Do you want to do this?” She asked quietly, just above a whisper.
“Yes, Kairi,” You sighed out.
You placed your fingers underneath the waistband of your tight pants and began to push them down before Kairi took it from you. She dragged the clingy fabric down and you fumbled your way to a hidden zipper along the front of her orange jumpsuit and pulled it swiftly. The zipper stopped at about her stomach, and underneath was a white cotton tank top. She took her hands off you and pulled off the sleeves of her jumpsuit and tied them loosely around her hips. You took the opportunity to unlace your boots and let them fall onto the floor before kicking off your pants, leaving you in just your underwear and the windbreaker-like jacket you wore in the games.
Kairi made quick work of your underwear- she practically tore them down your legs as you frantically unzipped your jacket. There was practically no time between you tossing your jacket onto the floor and her mouth finding your clit.
You gasped and your thighs clenched at the sensation of her warm tongue dragging against your clit. Your hand flew to her head while hers landed on your left thigh to keep you from crushing her head. Your eyes flew shut as her other hand found your entrance and began teasing you. She slowly eased two fingers inside you as your head fell back and your breathing hitched.
Her name fell from your lips in a strangled whine as she pumped her fingers inside you, curling against your walls with each drag of her tongue. You buried your head in the crook of your elbow as the sensation of her working you toward your climax overwhelmed you. You felt tears well in your eyes, similarly to how they did in the ring.
“God, you’re so pretty,” You heard her groan in a low voice at your core.
You choked out a sob as waves of pleasure kept rippling over you. “I can’t believe you won,” you shuddered. “And yet I’m the one being rewarded here.”
From beyond your obscured vision, Kairi wiped her mouth on her forearm and slowed her fingers inside you. She nestled herself between your hips and bowed down onto your chest and began peppering feather-light kisses onto the skin of your neck.
“You’re the only reward I want,” she sighed against your skin, “The moment you threw that controller at me for losing…”
You laughed breathily as her fingers sped a little inside you. “And I challenged you to a gunfight?”
“You know it,” she smiled. “I wanted you right then.”
Chills raced across your skin as she curled her fingers inside you. “I can’t believe you even remember that,”
“I remember it all, baby,” she whispered into your neck. Your back arched subconsciously, pressing against her warm body.
“Kairi,” you whispered, searching for her free hand. It was definitely a shot in the dark, but your fingertips lightly brushed the top of her hand. She answered immediately, flipping your hand gently and interlacing your fingers with hers. Tears pricked your already blurry vision. “Fuck,” you sighed shakily.
“Such a crybaby,” Kairi said quietly. She angled herself above you, still holding your hand and still curling her fingers in the centre of your pleasure. She leaned down to your face and pressed light, butterfly-soft kisses to the corners of your eyes. “So pretty,”
“Kiss me,” you whispered, voice betraying you as tears welled in your eyes.
“Okay,” she said before her mouth connected with yours.
You could feel your orgasm approaching you like a lazy ocean wave, dragging against your stomach and racing down your legs and back up again until it sparked together, crashing on shore with Kairi’s soft press against your walls.
You shuddered as your whole body tremored, tensing and untensing on the hand that was gripping Kairi’s. She slowed, watching you through half-lidded eyes as you shivered with the aftermath of your apex.
“So pretty,” she said again. “I want to win again for you.”
“That’s fine,” you said after a long beat of silence. Your eyes cracked open, adjusting to the low light of her room for the first time since you entered. You smiled at her and pumped her hand with yours. “Second is the best, anyway.”
Since I have bothered you in dms about this... hehehe >:)/ref from the funky nb/gn asker >:)
Can we just get some General Bloodhound headcanons you have? Including a s/o or not, it’s totally up to you! I started playing Bloodhound as a jokey “I must take my non-binary birth right” with my partner and then it went downhill because the accent and their “we must get THEIR banner” made me feel strangely validated <3/lh
Omg, I have so many, it’s ridiculous.
UNDER CUT: SFW Bloodhound Headcanons
Hound frequently has to go on “vocal rest” due to scarring in their lungs from Coolant
They love to go on very early morning hikes to watch the sunrise, even if it means dragging their s/o or friend out of bed
They struggle a lot with remembering to comb/trim their hair, and will never admit it, but they love when someone they trust takes the time to brush out their tangles
Their room is an absolute mess. They have a mild hoarding problem, and can’t bear to throw away anything, including the shiny trash that Artur brings them.
Their love language is physical touch and quality time. Sorry guys. I don’t make the rules. Apex devs told me themselves
Prone to sensory overloads. During the games, they wear special ear-plugs to help suppress the sound of gunfire.
They like reading informative books, but do not care for poetry. They have a lot of apothecary books taking up space on their shelves.
They’re surprisingly competitive! If Hound hears people on the drop ship betting on a sports game they don’t even care about, they’ll throw in a credit or two. Somehow, they always end up taking home the pot. When they win a game, they seem calm and collected until the moment they’re alone (or with their s/o) and lose their mind.
They’re a picky eater </3 they only like eating things if they know EXACTLY where it came from and who it was prepared by. Typically only eats things they or their s/o prepares. Does not enjoy restaurants.
Not a night owl at all. Lights out by 10pm. If they stay up, it’s always for someone else.
Got a harmonica from Mirage as a secret santa gift. They pretended to throw it away. They didn’t.
No matter what position they fall asleep in, they always wake up in starfish. On their back, with all their limbs spread out.
Are you up to writing a NSFW fic for Ash? Like her just obliterating reader with her strap or something. Would really appreciate it, there’s so little about her :)
this is my magnum opus. i am dead serious.
UNDER CUT: NSFW Ash x AFAB!Reader
It all started with a pesky brown rodent.
You were working as an engineer in the Apex Games Mechanical Department, or AGMD, as it said on your uniform windbreaker. You were chipping away at imperfections in some heavily-used skydive packs that one of your assigned legends had left at your door. You didn’t know who, but normally, it was courtesy for the one leaving things to be repaired to leave their name as well. And out of your assigned group (being Mirage, Pathfinder, and… Ash) you were left to assume it was Mirage who left them. Elliott was forgetful, Pathfinder was friendly (and loved sticking around and watching you fix things), and Ash was alarmingly efficient.
As you unscrewed one of the (extremely damaged) plates from the jetpacks, you inwardly wondered just how one of your legends got caught up in such a situation as to render their jets inoperable, as they were. As you removed the horribly dented metal plate from the body of the jets, the sound of a repeated soft squeak grabbed your attention. Your furrowed your eyebrows, knowing that you were the only person working this late at night, but shrugged it off as being just noises of the ship.
You began attaching a new metal plate when the squeaking sounded again. You were getting increasingly annoyed, as it was late, and you really didn’t want to still be at base– but you shrugged it off again, nonetheless.
That was, until it got impossible to ignore. The source of the squeaking appeared on your workbench only after you had put in the first bolt. A sizable brown rat scurried across your table seemingly without warning, leading you to yelp and jump up from the table with a start. You stared at it, wide-eyed and slack-jawed as it sniffed along the metal you were replacing.
Its beady eyes found yours for a moment, before it went back to inspecting the jets. You didn’t even know what the hell to do. It’s not like you were scared of it, but you were just at a loss as to how the animal ended up in your workshop. (Hell, you were scared of it.)
A series of sharp, loud knocks on your door made your frozen legs move. You backed away from the rat and fumbled to the door, pushing it open with your back and turning around to face your guest. You met, face-first with the armored, metal body of one of your assigned legends.
“Ash,” you squeaked, looking up to find her eyes.
They were beady like the rat’s, boring into yours. “Have you finished my jets, engineer?”
Your gaze flicked to your workbench, and back to her. “Was almost done, but I got… erm, interrupted?”
“My apologies. I did not intend to disrupt your process,”
“No,” you interrupted. “No, this… mouse? I think, rat, or something, got on my desk,”
Ash hummed, the sound reverberating from her metal chest. She pushed past you and into your workshop, and you took the time to notice just how much she towered over you. It made something in your stomach stir, but you shoved it down and followed her.
“I do not see a rat,” she stated, resolute.
“I promise that it was there, knocked the socks off of me,”
She eyed you over her shoulder, and went back to examining your workbench. “If you just could not finish the repairs on my jets, that is fine. You do not have to be afraid to tell me so, but you do not need to be inventing false excuses.”
You furrowed your eyebrows, feeling a spark of annoyance rise in your gut, but chose not to act on it. This robot was rude, yes, but she could literally destroy you in moments. So instead, you walked in front of her and began moving things around on your desk.
It was now annoying you that the rat was nowhere to be seen. Had you really invented it out of your mind’s eye? You didn’t think you were that tired, but…
You gnawed the inside of your cheek. You felt the cold steel of Ash behind you, present, but silent. You leaned over to a messy pile of papers, some blueprints, some forms, and began shuffling them around. Defeated, and at a loss, you left the papers be and leaned over the table, perplexed. That was, until the papers began to shuffle by themself.
Like a bolt of lightning, the rat scurried out from the papers and fell onto the floor between your boots. A (rather embarrassing) scream fell from your lips as you stumbled backward, watching with wide eyes as the rat scurried around on the floor. Your back made contact with Ash and you felt her body sway and stiffen as she placed one of her legs behind her to counter the movement. The rat sprinted around you both, darting for the open door and disappearing from sight.
You stared at where the rodent disappeared for several seconds, before any semblance of sense came back to your brain. You stumbled forward, turning around with your back to the bench, blubbering out apologies faster than your brain could create them.
“---and I’m so sorry, I didn’t know I was scared of mice, but– and when it… I’m so sorry, please don’t be upset with me, or do, I don’t mind, it’s entirely my bad, you can be mad at me, honestly I don’t even blame you if you were–”
“My, you are so peculiar.” She interrupted.
You ceased your blubbering and looked up at her, eyes wide.
“It’s jarring,” She continued, looking down at you. “Biologically, you are flawed. But I find that my judgment is frequently… clouded by your voice.”
“What?” You whispered, bewildered. Was this some sort of robot love declaration? If so, she really needed to step up her game.
“What is it that you said, engineer?” She inquired, leaning down to you. “You… ‘knock my socks off.’”
The way she stated it was so ridiculously matter-of-fact that you snorted a laugh.
“Humor,” she murmured, reaching to your face. Her metal finger, ice cold, dragged across your skin, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear. Your laughter silenced immediately. Goosebumps rose on your skin and you stiffened slightly, somewhat relishing in the chill that her hand left on your skin.
Her touch, frighteningly light, trailed down your neck and stopped at the base, where your shoulder met your throat. Her thumb rested in the center of your collarbone, applying soft pressure. You felt your pulse, steadily quickening, in your throat.
“Swallow,” she ordered, watching you carefully.
Well, who were you to not give into the orders of a strong woman? You did as you were told, looking up into her eyes as you swallowed.
Oh my god, what the actual fuck is wrong with you.
“That rat was mine,” she stated as her other hand landed on your hip. “I left him when I dropped off my jets,”
You were deathly still, eyes unmoving just as your body was, never once leaving her glowing optics. “Why?” You finally managed to squeak out.
“As I said,” her hand slid up your side. “You have been tethered in my mind since I first observed you.”
You knew of what she was referencing, of course. The first time you met her, you were slaving away over the hardware for AI powered combat DUMMIEs. You were working stupid late, blasting music as you methodically connected wires inside the DUMMIE’s chest. She had appeared at the side of your workbench, silently, staring down at your steady hands until you noticed her towering over you.
Instead of asking her politely to leave, you, in your exhausted and highly focused state, snapped a super polite “Can you get the hell out and let me do what I need to do?”, not even registering that it was Ash until the sound of her tell-tale gait had disappeared down the hall. Yeah, you didn’t sleep that night. Kept awake out of plain fear? For sure. Regretting your words? Immensely. Wondering to ask to swap legends with a coworker? Yup.
But she didn’t kill you. And a slight pressure on the sides of your neck brought you back to the present. Her palm was flush against your neck, gradually warming from the heat of your own flesh.
“Swallow,” she ordered, again.
You did as you were told. Though she was exuding a freezing chill, you felt yourself getting alarmingly hot. You also felt your thighs tremor slightly. Not ideal, not ideal at all.
The hand that was planted on your neck moved to the zipper of your windbreaker.
“Will you let me?” She asked.
You nodded.
“Speak,” She commanded.
“Yes,” you hesitated. “...please.”
She hummed, content with your response, and dragged the zipper down. You shrugged the jacket off, letting it fall behind you onto the table, which you were still propped against. You were left in a gray tank and some joggers, and you half cursed and half thanked whatever impulse you had that made you decide today was a braless day.
Her hands, made cold again, snuck under your tank, softly pushing on the softness of your stomach.
“Supple,” she murmured. “Beautiful,” she said, much quieter than the previous comment. So quiet that you almost missed it.
The chill her hands brought made goosebumps rise again on your skin and you cringed as your nipples perked to attention. You looked away from her, feeling a heavy blush settle on your face.
“Do not be embarrassed,” Ash said, removing her hands from under your shirt to squeeze your breasts softly. “You are a miracle of nature.”
You sighed shakily. “You are a miracle of machinery,” you said, before you could stop yourself. You cringed harder. “I’m frankly fascinated by you,”
She chuckled, hollowly. “Mutual intrigue,” she said. “Perhaps we should make something of this, do you agree?”
What have you gotten yourself into? Your hand found the waistband on your joggers, nervously fumbling with the elastic. “I think I do agree, Ash,” you whispered, eyes finding hers again.
“Speak up, engineer.”
You knew she was messing with you. Everything about her was inherently perfect, including her hearing. Perhaps she just wanted you to wallow in some more embarrassment. Perhaps you’d let her win today.
“Let’s make something of us, legend.” You said, louder, tucking your fingers under your waistband.
Her optics flickered, illuminating her face in the lowlight of your workspace. She pulled at your waistband, in effect, dragging you toward her. Your hands flew to her shoulders as she reached underneath your thighs to hoist you onto the desk. Metal clattered onto the floor rather loudly, but you ignored it, as you had more pressing matters to care about.
She expertly dragged your joggers off your legs, pulling them over your sneakers (surprisingly efficiently?) and discarding them to the floor. Alarmingly, she managed to take your panties with that one fluid motion as well. She found her place between your legs quickly. Your sex was bared to her front, flushed and cold and untouched.
Inwardly, you begged for her to touch you. But nothing came of it. That’s when you realized. Inwardly was the problem.
“Ash,” you whispered. Her optics were already on you, unwavering. “Please touch me,” you pleaded.
Her cold hand found your clit immediately. You jolted from the sensation, cringing as more stuff clattered to the floor. She rubbed slow, consistent circles into you, watching carefully as your chest rose and fell at random intervals.
“Unpredictable,” she said. “That is what I find myself frequently thinking about you.”
“That’s funny- ah,” you replied, whining when she dipped a finger to your hole. “I thought humans were stupidly predictable?”
She softly prodded at your entrance. “You forget that I was human once, too,” she said, inserting a finger into your dripping entrance. “Eons ago. Perfection has a cost, though.” She pumped into you at a perfect tempo. She added another digit. Its frigid nature made your hairs rise. “Human beings are inherently predictable, for example,” she placed her thumb onto your clit and rubbed it in quick circles, making your head fall back.
“Oh, my god,” you whined, wrenching your eyes shut.
“But humans would not inherently turn into whores at the hand of a simulacrum, would they?”
That comment caught you incredibly off guard. But you didn’t get to consider it as she added a third finger into you, curling them against your walls. You clenched your hands into fists, feeling tears burn at the corners of your eyes.
“So easily distracted,” she scolded. You heard the soft, tell-tale hiss of hydraulics but paid it no mind as she helped you through your pleasure. Your breathing shuddered as you threw an arm over your face, arching your back and pressing against her hand.
She removed her hand from your sopping pussy without warning. You took a moment to catch your breath, before confusion clouded your already cloudy mind. You removed your arm from your face, eyes finding hers, wanting to ask her why she stopped before you were sorely interrupted by a room-temperature, soft, large… item… prodding at your entrance. Your head fell back as she entered you, this time making your walls wide around her shaft.
“Holy fuck,” you sputtered. You did not expect that. At all. Out of the millions of universes and possible outcomes of this situation you did not expect her to… have this sort of device.
“Language, pet,” she murmured, easing herself further inside you.
“Ash,” you stuttered. “Oh my g-”
“Look at me.” She ordered, sheathing herself fully inside you.
Your calves twitched. Your thighs were taught. You couldn’t even move. Looking at her was asking too much. Your chest heaved, steadily up and down as she stood still in front of you.
“I won’t ask again.” She said, darkly.
You pushed yourself up by your elbows, mouth agape with half-lidded eyes, and found her gaze.
Her hands were nestled in the crook where your thigh met your calf, softly squeezing at the supple flesh there. Only when your eyes locked with hers did she begin to move.
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.
You swear you saw stars for a moment, as she steadily rocked inside you. You were close before, but now you were approaching your climax at an embarrassing rate. She, to put it plainly, obviously did not care. Your eyelids were fluttering as nonsense words stumbled from your lips, but she continued increasing her pace.
“Eyes,” she said simply, and yours snapped open to find hers.
“I’m-” You whimpered.
“I know.”
“Okay,”
She continued with her pace, one of her hands finding your clit. One quick circle was all it took for your hips to buck and your legs to kick out against your control. High-pitched whines and moans escaped you as your walls clenched around her, but she didn’t stop.
Words had completely abandoned you.
She continued her relentless pace, fucking into you like it was a marathon she was intent on winning.
“Very predictable, pet,” she said. “But can you do it again?”
“Are- are you k-kidding?” You stuttered, gasping as her cold hand found your clit again.
“Touch yourself for me,” she said.
You hesitated, your body refusing to listen to orders sent by your fried brain, but you gradually reached a shaking hand to the hem of your tank top and shoved it over your breasts. You pinched softly on your already erect nipples, looking up at Ash as you did.
She hummed softly, and moved her hand from your clit to the area just below your stomach. “Right here,” she said, applying a soft amount of pressure. You swallowed hard as a strangled gargle of sounds left you. “I am here.”
She kept the pressure there as she drilled into you at a ridiculous pace. At this point, whatever wasn’t already on the floor from your desk, it was now, as with each thrust into you, she sent the workbench moving, too.
You cupped your breast as she made you approach your climax… again.
“I-” You breathed, eyes rolling back into your head. “I c-”
“Good girl,” she cooed. “Come for me.”
Stars erupted in your vision. Your whole body trembled as chills raced across your skin. As your chest heaved and your body shook, Ash was perfectly still, simply observing as your pleasure reset your mind.
You don’t know how long you laid there, shaking. But eventually, you felt a disappointing emptiness inside you and heard the sound of quiet hydraulics hissing once again.
When your breathing had calmed, you sat up and pried open your eyes and found her glowing optics in the dim room.
“Perfection.” She murmured as she began putting your joggers back onto your legs. She pulled your tank down over your chest and found your windbreaker from the floor as you watched her. She draped the jacket over your shoulders and left them there, looking quietly into your eyes. She smoothed out your hair, trailing her fingers feather-light across your head.
“I will see you tomorrow, engineer. I do not anticipate my jets being ready, so do not worry about it. Perfection takes time.”
Do you think Mirage is the type of guy to cry when he’s feeling too good during sex? Idk, just the thought of him squirming under me, writhing in the pleasure of my warm walls around him?
NSFW////////
Zayum. For sure. Absolutely. Making me wanna write a full dacry fic for him…
I can definitely see him getting easily overwhelmed, able to go multiple rounds with you but getting whinier and whiner each time. When you’re on top, he slings his arm over his eyes while his other hand grips your hip for dear life. You can hear his shuddered breathing and see his glossed over eyes peek at you when he moves his arm away… god dayum… should I actually write this LMAOOOO
Can I get a thing with fuse, maybe some dating headcannons?
OK! I have never written anything for Fuse b4, so this was fun! I think it turned out pretty cute.
Under the cut: SFW FUSE DATING HEADCANONS
-He’s definitely the type of person that wants to drag you out of your comfort zone, in a good way. Taking you to underground bars or rock music festivals, you’d see it all, basically.
-Loves using cheesy/corny nicknames for you, in public or private.
-Hoisting you onto his shoulders at a concert and yelling “look, baby!” over the music as fireworks explode in the night sky.
-Drawling out a long, drunken “daaaaaarliiinnngggg,” as he sings to you by a campfire, making you erupt into a fit of laughter.
-Definitely buys matching shirts for you two. He’ll walk into your house and throw open his leather jacket (that was mysteriously buttoned) that says “I’M WITH THE BABE” and give you one that reads “I’M THE BABE.”
-You also both have matching aprons for whenever you cook together. He loves to host cookouts with your shared friends, and he loves when you wear an apron that says “The Outland’s Best Chef” while his says “The Outland’s 2nd Best Chef”.
-He let you carve your initials into his guitar. You only initially asked as a joke, when he was sleepily tuning the strings late at night, so imagine your surprise when he smiles and hands it to you! (He told you exactly where to carve them– on the top of the wooden body, “right next to my heart”)
Hello! Hope you're having a great day! I LOVE ur stuff. Saw that your requests are open (according to your pinned post, at least) so I kinda (okay more than kinda ^^) wanted to ask if you could write up some Bloodhound and/or Wraith relationship/dating headcanons.
hehe. what a great way to get back into the apex fic writing game.
Bloodhound Headcanons:
Dates are few and far between, because of their work in the games.
When you do have dates, though, they make sure they are in the most intimate setting possible.
In their dining room, they lay out fresh flowers on placemats and cook the finest thing they can
The lights are always low and dim and they sit right across from you
They call you beautiful as you both eat, smiling at your flushed cheeks and laughing when you tell them to hush
After you finish, they let you pick the rest of the night’s activities
Cuddling in bed, watching a show, playing a board game, whatever you want…
But their favorite activity that you pick is slow dancing outside with quiet music playing.
The air is always cool and the warmth from each other is enough to keep you both comfortable.
Wraith Headcanons:
Renee hates dates.
In fact, the first one she asked you on was just “Hey, do you want to come over and… I don't know, we can do whatever, whatever, if you say no, I don’t care-” before you cut her off with a laugh and a nervous “yes”
So… most dates are just that. You two are hanging out in either of your houses, touching or sitting far apart, in silence or loud conversation– and you’re both okay with that.
Sometimes she’ll tell you she wants to flake, that her paranoia is getting the better of her– so you bring her favorite snack and run a hand through her hair in dead silence.
There’s nothing she likes better than her complete dead weight on you during your “dates.” You wouldn’t have it any other way.
I was curious if you’d be up for writing some NSFW relationship headcanons for Loba, Wraith and some more SFW headcanons for Wattson?
Please and thank you so much
I HAVE RETURNED WOOOOOOO
Under break: NSFW Loba HCs, NSFW Wraith HCs, SFW Wattson HCs.
Loba: Total switch. Pillow princess one night, and totally in charge the other. Though she prefers either extremes when it comes to sex, she will absolutely cave to whatever you are wanting to do. She prioritizes your pleasure ultimately, doing anything in her power to make you feel amazing. She loves giving and receiving praise. She definitely says anything along the lines of “you’re beautiful” “such a gem” “you’re so perfect for me.” Incredibly vocal in bed.
Wraith: Definitely isn’t the biggest fan of sex, but when you two get down and dirty, she’s crazy. She loves using toys, especially straps, to ruin you. She definitely isn’t very vocal, but if you really listen, you can hear a soft “I love you” before either you are she cums. She loves hearing your sounds, even though she doesn’t make any herself. Definitely more of a top, but prioritizes physical touch.
Wattson (SFW): Sweetest angel. Nights spent wrapped in each other's embrace listening to audiobooks or podcasts until you both fall asleep. She always has candies in her purse or sweater pockets, offering them to you without words, but always a smile. She likes when you turn on romantic, slow french music while she works, and you love it because it always puts her in a sappy, affectionate mood. Expect lots of cuddling.
wow ... i have so many requests. i’m in awe. i don’t think i’ve ever had this many people want more of my art. thank you, to everyone who has sent kind asks and requests. i will get to them as soon as i can. thank you, and please bare with me. i want to only upload the best writing i can. ❤️
hi! hope your day has been good. can you do dating headcanons for valkyrie if that's alright.
Valkyrie | Kairi Imahara
I can see weekly date nights happening!! You and Kairi often take turns planning what to do for date night and it's just super sweet and wholesome.
Often times when you go out to do whatever, Valk would follow along if she has nothing to do. It’s always nice to walk around stores with your girlfriend and just chatting.
Lots, lots, lots and lots of physical touch! Kairi will not, and I repeat, will not leave her hands to herself! She just wants to smooch you, hug you, etc.
You’re the only one that really cooks between you two. Kairi would only really make ramen, but she does love to help you in the kitchen! She also wants to learn how to cook for you!
If you’re too lazy to cook, and don’t really want to trouble Kairi making food, takeout is the best option. Valkyrie usually orders some alcohol along with her meal and you would join her for drinking sometimes.
When she leaves for the games she wants her goodbye kisses and her welcome back kisses! She says it’s a ‘good luck’ kiss and a kiss when she comes back makes her happy, so who are you to reject her?
If you play in the games yourself, and aren’t on the same team, she will flirt a lot with you on the battlefield. It does catch you off guard but she’s your girlfriend so what were you expecting? Especially in the Apex games.
But if you are on the same team as her, the third teammate doesn’t exist to her at all. Well, she does pay attention to both teammates but more so on you, than the other.
Whoever is the third is the most unfortunate soul to listen to Valkyrie’s flirting towards you.
Two guns. Both requiring skill, and both that either served you or were your downfall.
Funnily enough, that factor seemed to always depend on whichever hand you were using.
You were already panting as you sprinted after Octane, your R-99 gripped tight in your sweaty palms. Your aim was off today, but Octane was low enough, as evident from how rarely he used his stims. Your team was behind you, one knocked and one (literally) fighting for their life. You can handle over-extending just this once.
You picked up the pace as you watched Octane vault over a bent piece of steel sticking up from the faux-earth. You vaulted over just the same and clenched the trigger with your left index finger when you met eyes with the green goggles of the speed demon. He shouted once he was on the ground, purple shield flashing at you, his agonized face behind it.
You angled yourself around him, ready to finish the job, but winced when the sub machine gun made a dull, hollow click .
“Fuck ,” You swore, glaring daggers at the weapon.
“Language, chica,” Octane said, pain ebbing in his words. You tossed down the gun and met eyes with him again and he winced. “Don’t look at me, I was using a devo. You know that.”
“Yeah, yeah,” You said, effectively dismissing him as you began to go back to your teammates. They were both frantically shouting over comms that they had taken down Bloodhound and gotten Valkyrie low, practically begging for you to come back to the building you had been camping in previously.
“And I’m assuming you’re both downed, now, huh?” You said slyly over the comms, jogging over to the building.
“Psh, yeah,” Mirage said humorously. “Sadly,”
“You just need to,” Bangalore coughed in between her words. “To come finish the job,”
“Down the bird!” Mirage called, his voice crackling in the comms as you passed the massive, orb-like rift to your left.
You slid into the building’s doorway as a single bullet whizzed past your face. The doors had both had long been blown off, so you went over to the back doors and pulled yourself up to the second floor of the round building, scanning for any sight of the current bane of your existence.
Valkyrie.
Of course it was.
It was always her.
Be it accidentally stealing your laundry from the base’s laundromat or breaking the coffee pot just before you could use it in the morning, it was always her. She was practically your rival. Your cocky, arrogant, drop-dead gorgeous rival. She had latched onto teasing you the moment she joined the games, always playfully mentioning the one word that you made the mistake of explaining to her in the firing range in her first couple of months.
“Ambidextrous? What the hell does that even mean?” Kairi asked, leaning on a weapon rack as you took a shot at a distant, moving target.
The shot did not find its mark. “Are you serious?” You asked, reloading your wingman.
“Deathly,” She said, mindlessly fiddling with a P2020.
“It means both of my hands are dominant,”
She snorted. “You? Dominant?”
“Please shut up,” You said, sighing as you took another shot. Once again, it did not meet its mark. Internally, you cursed, wondering if whichever hand you were using was the problem. Outwardly, you lowered the revolver, silently switching it from your right hand to your left.
“Sorry, sweetheart. Just can’t imagine anything about you being dominant,” She said, chuckling. Something inside you rose at that, snapping and twisting, itching with the need for violence. Curse the games for making you this way, you thought as you whirled around, aiming straight at the taller woman’s head. The pull of the trigger was swift, the shot slicing through the air.
The bullet itself, though, bounced off of her hair, as bullets did to “friendly” teammates. Though, it had clearly done some other type of damage.
She stared at you, wide eyed with her lips pulled into a flat line, irises flicking from the gun to your steady, straight face. You both stared at each other for far too long, eyes refusing to leave each other, until your left arm fell and her eyes awkwardly darted away from your face. You could’ve sworn you saw a hint of pink on her cheeks.
Perhaps you had gone too far. Perhaps colleagues shouldn’t shoot guns at colleagues. She was just teasing you, after all, that’s all it was. You had no right to act that way. You even opened your mouth to apologize, before being sorely interrupted.
“Maybe a switch, then?” She asked, and the same violent need stomped out any remorse you felt. “Or maybe you’re just left handed.”
Another bullet whizzed past your face, and you followed the line to a spot directly adjacent to you, where she had perched on a faraway building. You unholstered your wingman with gritted teeth, eyes narrowing on where she was, crouched with some kind-of marksman weapon angled down at you. She was playing it safe, which everyone knew was incredibly unlike Kairi, so she absolutely had to be a little low on health.
So you took a shot. You angled it right with her head, even took a deep, shuddered breath, and…
Still. Fucking. Missed.
The bullet landed loudly on the wall behind her, clearly freaking her out a bit as she immediately used her jump-jets to find haven on a different roof. You took that as you que to push, latching onto a zipline and taking it to one building away from hers. You slid onto the floor of the building, peeking past a wall, only to be met with an immediate bullet passing your face again. You could practically smell the gunpowder on it as you ducked back, cursing softly to yourself. You heard the whirring of her jump jets as she neared you, obviously growing bored with this distance standstill. She landed loudly on the roof above you, her steps echoing around in the room. The jets whirred again and suddenly she was standing across from you, her hands falling from the jet’s controls.
She looked very different in the odd, indigo light of the rift, but the familiar look of bloodlust that came only with the Apex Games lingered in her malicious gaze. You switched your Wingman to your right hand as she moved to equip her Volt, her hands deathly quick. You dove behind a pillar as she began unloading the gun’s entire magazine into where you were, feeling the heat of the energy munition bite into the fabric of your uniform. You took a shaky breath and shoved down the feeling of the burn, mentally preparing for her to come around the pillar.
You looked down at your left wrist, checking the cooldown timer on your ultimate. You had only used it once in the match, though you assumed now was a better time than any to use it. It would disarm her immediately, as long as she was within view. A willing sacrifice if you wanted even a chance of winning this one-versus-one. You inhaled deeply and readied the ultimate before sliding out from behind the pillar and locking eyes with her.
Valkyrie didn’t even get a chance to react before the Volt in her hands was now skidding halfway across the floor and disintegrating. You brought up your Wingman, angling it at her head as she stared at you, wide-eyes, frantically trying to grab her 30-30.
It was so sweetly reminiscent of that moment in the firing range.
Even more so when you pulled the trigger. You relished as both you and the revolver sighed, watching her as she shouted and fell to the ground.
“You’re shooting right handed today,” She said uneasily as you approached her, a golden shield flickering on her forearm. Blood trickled from her temple and down to her chin, dripping onto the floor below.
“I am,” You said, glaring down at her. It was pitiful, the state she was in. But even on the ground, bleeding out, she still managed to piss you off.
“Still a switch then?” Valkyrie asked coolly, eyes half-lidded as the effects of the game’s version of death began making her succumb. She knew she was being unfair, just trying to be as obnoxious as possible to make you crack- to make you crumble in front of the cameras.
You knelt down to her level, pushing down her shield arm.
You could play unfair, just like her.
You would play unfair.
You placed a hand on the back of her skull and leant close to her, before whispering right into her ear-
“Maybe you can find that one out later, huh, Valk?” You pulled back after that and rose, smirking at her flushed face. Taking advantage of the fact that she had both lowered her shield and her emotional guard, you took one final shot, grinning as the bullet found its mark.
Kairi avoided you like the plague after the last match. It had been about a week since then, and whenever you would even pass her in the base’s cafe, she would avoid your gaze and leave the room. You also noticed a distinct lack of broken coffee pots.
You were almost thrilled that she was finally avoiding you, finally acting like how a completely green legend should. Keyword there, though- almost . You undeniably felt something missing, especially as the next Apex game neared. You pondered if you had gone too far when finishing her off, though couldn’t help but be proud that you had finally grounded her. The fans of the games certainly ate it up, as well. Some had even taken to calling you Bird Catcher. It was ridiculous, really.
You had even made it to the front page of the official Apex magazine, a freeze-frame of you aiming down at Valkyrie while she stared up at you in astonishment. The moment had been eternally immortalized. You loved it.
Though, judging from Kairi’s behavior, you imagined she was hating it with everything in her. She made that entirely obvious when you walked into the commons room, plopping down onto a sofa with two knitting needles in your hands, along with a ball of yarn. You were dressed comfortably, enjoying the brief moment of peace before you had to step into the drop ship tomorrow. Kairi was dressed similarly, with a tank top and baggy sweats.
She pretended not to see you when you entered, though you spied her quickly discarding the latest edition of the apex magazine, as if it had burned her.
“You’re knitting?” She asked casually, watching you from a faraway seat.
“Is that a problem?” You chided back, shooting her a glance. She avoided your eyes.
“Just funny that a big scary Apex Legend prepares for a duos game by knitting.”
“It’s duos?”
“You didn’t hear?” She asked, raising her eyebrows.
You looked up, locking eyes with her. “Hoping to whatever god is out there that I’m not with you, then.”
She pursed her lips. “Why? You want more publicity?”
“By humiliating you out in the field again? Absolutely, Kairi.”
You stared each other down for a moment before she quickly rose and stormed out of the commons room, shoving past Elliott who was entering.
“Sheesh, what’s her problem?” He asked, walking over to a basket of snacks.
“I couldn’t tell you,” You said casually before resuming your knitting.
The drop ship vibrated under your boots as you entered World’s Edge. You were leaning against the wall of the ship with your arms crossed, eyes never leaving the digital screen at the front of the ship. It was going to display teams in a few minutes' time, though right now, all it was doing was cycling through freeze-frames of interesting moments from the Games. Your fellow legends milled about the ship, admiring heirloom weapons, lacing their boots, or doing the same as you, just simply watching the screen at the front.
Elliott, who was standing next to you, nudged your arm when a particularly interesting shot of both you and him flickered across the screen. He was standing behind you in the picture, arm poised in finger guns as a replica of himself was in the process of being sent away, while you were crouched beneath him with a Kraber in your grasp, aiming to the right.
You inwardly hoped that your partner would be Elliott again. Matches were always fun and smooth with him, and while you both didn’t frequently win while together, you were both deadly and played around with your enemies perfectly. That hope only grew stronger as a couple rhythmic beeps sounded from the screen, alerting everyone that teams were being assigned.
A list formed on the screen, grouping legends into pairs with respective colors. You scanned the list quickly, easily finding your code name. To your disappointment, Mirage was not on your list. And to your utmost irritation, Valkyrie was. Her name was right above yours, highlighted in the same purple that yours was. Some luck.
Elliott groaned loudly, shoved your shoulder, and began to walk past you. “Stuck with the worst of the ‘bots,” He said light-heartedly.
“Good luck, Elliott,” You called after him as he approached the opening jump platforms.
He turned back to you and grinned. “It’s Mirage now, sw-swee-sw- sweat…” He stuttered out. “Friend!”
You snorted as Revenant grabbed Mirage and dragged him to the platforms and hastily jumped off, pulling Mirage down with him. Bangalore and Wraith followed suit, and then another duo after them. Soon enough, it was only you and a few others left in the ship, and in contrast to you, they were with their partners ready to jump. Valkyrie was, jarringly, nowhere in sight.
That’s when you realized that she dropped solo.
“Fuck,” You swore as you looked at your minimap, seeing her small purple cursor already flying toward Overlook. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” You said, frantically walking toward the platforms. You shoved past the other awaiting people and flung yourself into the icy blast of the sky, feeling the back of your legs warm as your jets kicked on. You positioned yourself so that you were diving toward Overlook, keeping your face still as the icy, sulfur-scented wind berated you.
You landed a few meters away from Valkyrie with a noisy whirl of your jets, prompting her to look over at you. She only eyed you for only a moment before gripping the triggers to her jetpack and gliding over to the extended platform of Overlook.
You frowned. This was going to be a long match.
“What’s with you?” You asked when Valkyrie came back down the stairs of a building. You were both on the outskirts of Fragment East, easing your way into an unlooted outpost.
Her eyes narrowed. “I don’t know what you mean,”
“Don’t play like that- You’re being fucking weird and you know it.”
Valkyrie stared down at you for a moment before brushing past you and exiting the building. “There shouldn’t be any people in the area. I didn’t see anyone,” She said over the comms. You sighed heavily and went after her.
She entered the adjacent building to continue looting (to your knowledge) so you wasted no time in coming in behind her and shutting the doors. She was already scaling the staircase when you entered, pointedly avoiding your gaze. You followed behind her. You knew the building well, so well that you knew she was going straight to a dead-end in her effort of ignoring you.
Sure enough, there she was, on the second floor of the building, pretending to look around for more munitions.
“Valk,” You said seriously. “If we actually are going to work together, we need to actually speak to each other.”
“What’s there to talk about?” She said quickly, slinging off her backpack to sort through it.
“Why the hell have you been avoiding me? I know you’re one prideful- nevermind. Just…” You sighed, also shrugging off your backpack. “Please just tell me what’s up, so we can actually work together again,”
“You say ‘again’ like we ever could in the first place,”
“Whose fault is that, Valk?” You asked, frustration growing inside you.
She was silent for a moment and her movements ceased in her bag, before her eyes shot up to you and she rose. “Why did you do that? Last match? Why did you have to make a spectacle of killing me?”
There it is. You felt the corner of your lips twitch, but fought a smirk. “Payback, I suppose?”
“Payback for what?” She asked, dark eyes not leaving yours.
“For what? For constantly fucking teasing me, Kairi!” Aaaand that’s where you fucked up. It was basically an unspoken rule of the games to not use a legend’s true name (minus certain exceptions, like Loba) during the games. And you had just broken it. Your eyes widened and you quickly looked around for any drone cameras and, to your relief, found none.
The only thing you found was Valkyrie approaching you steadily.
“I have always been so fucking envious of you, you know?” Valkyrie said coolly, looking down at you. "Sometimes I can't tell if I'm in love with you or if I hate you."
“What?” You said breathlessly, confusion clouding your thoughts.
“I teased you because- because you’re so-” She fumbled for the words, before growling softly. She reached down and grabbed your jaw, looking intently down at you. “I think I fucking hate you ,” She whispered, and then met your lips with hers.
Ah. So that’s what was missing, then. Something you didn’t even know you needed until your hands were flying up to her cheeks. It felt so horribly right. You were starting to hate her too because of how good it felt to be in her hands.
“Valk-” You said when she pulled back, before being interrupted by her lips again.
“Shut up,” She mumbled against your mouth.
“Kairi, please,” You said softly. “This is such a horrible idea,”
Her lips moved down to your jaw, where she was planting rough kisses with each shuddered breath you took. “Where's the big strong Apex Legend?” She asked against your neck. “Did you leave her on the ship?”
You opened your mouth to answer, but she quickly sunk her teeth right into the soft flesh of your neck. All that came from your lips was a strangled whine.
“Damn, you must’ve left your dignity, too,” She said coyly.
“I hate you,” You shuddered as her hand slid into your hair and yanked it softly. Your eyes were trying to look everywhere but her as her lips traveled along your neck and jaw, prompting you to see it. A hovering, black drone in the barred window of the building.
Your face flooded with red as you spied it, frantically shoving Valkyrie from your heated body. Your eyes didn’t leave the lense of the drone and soon enough Valkyrie’s eyes found it too, effectively enraging her more. She reached for the Wingman at your hip and took a shot at it, effectively putting it out of commission as well as earning herself a couple thousand credit fine. You were still completely mortified at the fact that you had been caught in possibly the most compromising position of your life. Still mortified even when Valkyrie’s lips returned to your neck.
“Kairi,” You mumbled, hands reaching to grasp her uniform. “Kairi, we shouldn’t do this,” You said, all the while making no effort to remove her mouth from your flushed, abused skin. “Kairi, we’re going to totally get caught-”
“I love the way you say my name,” She interrupted, slotting her knee in between your thighs, effectively making you shut up. “Every time you would say it in a game on accident i couldn’t help but imagine ruining you. And here we are, now…”
“It- It’s an easy mistake- ah,” You whined as she pushed her knee against your crotch, making you stand on the tips of your boots.
“But not for anyone else? I never saw you calling Mirage Elliott .”
Never saw? “Did you watch my games before you joined?” You managed to squeak out as her hands found your hair again.
“Only you,” She whispered, yanking your hair roughly to angle your head back. Her teeth found your jaw and she bit down hard, making you gasp. “Because I fucking hate you,”
“Kairi, please,” You begged, though you didn’t even know what you were asking for when the words left your lips. She seemed to know though, as her hands left your hair and began fumbling with the hem of your pants.
“Think you could muffle us?” She asked into your neck as her hand sunk into your trousers.
You spied a look at your wrist, desperately avoiding looking at her as she bit marks into your bare skin. You were shaking as you reached over to your wrist to press the button to trigger your tactical, though you did make it there in the end, effectively muffling both you and Valkyrie’s sounds. “It’s-” You shuddered as her finger pressed against your sex through the thin cotton of your underwear. “We have five minutes,”
“I know,” She said, pulling the cloth protecting your pink lips to the side.
“What don’t you know?” You asked. It was more of a hypothetical, but you realized she took it literally when she began listing off random trivia about you, your status as a legend, and your life outside of the games.
“Your tactical ability is the ability to muffle you and your teammates' sounds for five minutes, including gunshots and other munitions. Your ultimate ability allows you to disarm anyone of their weapon as long as they are in your direct line of sight,” She pressed her middle finger to the slick in between your lips, lethargically dragging it up to your clit, making you jolt. “You’ve been single for a very long time. You refuse to tell anyone your home planet. You’re afraid of heights, which is why you always seemed so uncomfortable going to Olympus.
“You joined the games alongside Revenant, because he was in mad trouble for killing what’s-his-face. You’re support class. You’re close friends with Mirage,” She smirked and slowly rubbed your clit. “Everyone thought you had a thing with him which made you come out,”
“How do you even know that?” You mumbled, shivering at her slow movements. You subconsciously pushed down, chasing the feeling.
“I was one of the ones that thought that. And when you came out, damn… even more... incentive to join the games,”
“Because you, ah, hate me?” You said as she pressed hard onto your clit.
“There is one thing I don’t know about you, though,” She said, gripping your waist with her free hand. Her other hand stilled on your sex and you spared a glance at her, finding quickly that her eyes were already on yours. Her lips were pink and swollen and her hair was sticking up, but she stared at you with pure lust. “Are you really a switch?”
The question caught you so off guard you snorted a laugh, a grin stretching across your face. “Shut up,” You said, eyes leaving hers.
“I’m taking that as a no, then?”
Your eyes flicked back to Valkyrie’s, whose gaze was half-lidded and intense. There was more to her question you sensed, so you nodded, and with a start her hand landed on your sex once again. Two of her fingers delicately spread your lower lips, working your slick from your hole to your clit, taking her damned time when pressing on your sensitive nub. There was a new sensuality with the way she was touching you now, and while you appreciated the gentle touch, you were in the middle of a match and The Ring was about seven minutes from closing. She needed to get this over with, or you both were going to die (rather humiliatingly) to The Ring.
“Kairi, can we speed this up a bit?” You said softly, placing a hand on her shoulder. “We’re a few minutes from getting cooked and we both haven't even fired a single round yet,”
“I have,” She said grinning, pushing hard against your clit.
“And you earned yourself a fine in the process,” You said, jolting when she roughly flicked your clit.
“You’re sensitive as hell,” Valkyrie said and teased one finger at your entrance.
“Fuck off,” You whispered, the words trailing off into a light moan when she slid a finger into your sopping entrance. She snorted at your sound, making a few experimental drags of her finger before adding another. She quickly pumped her digits into you, making your hand fly to her shoulder to help hold you up. Your head fell back to the wall behind you and you heard her snort over your frantic breaths.
She was making you rush toward the apex of your pleasure at an alarming (and embarrassing) rate. And she totally could tell; Her fingers curled inside of you, hitting the source of your pleasure with each quick drag. You gasped when she thumbed your clit, clenching both hands onto her shoulders. She was silent as you cried out with each stroke, of which you were grateful for; If she started teasing you as she fucked you toward your orgasm, you would either shove her off or reach your peak even faster. Well, considering that she wasn’t already making you close far too quickly.
So close, in fact, that you didn’t even comprehend the fact that your thighs were quivering and suddenly you couldn’t form a coherent thought. All that was on your mind was her-
It was almost too much.
Oh, yeah, it was too much. Suddenly, you were seeing lights reminiscent of the ones you see when you’re unlucky enough to get caught in Bangalore’s rolling thunder, or perhaps even the sight of when you die-in game: Your orgasm was bright, blinding, and making your vision blurry with tears. A long, high-pitched moan trailed out from your lips, hollow-sounding from your tactical.
Valkyrie retracted her hand from your trousers when you quieted, swiping it across her jump-suit pants with a smirk. You regarded her from where you were leant on the wall, ragged breaths forcing your chest to rise and fall heavily. Her eyes flicked to your own half-lidded ones, that same cocky smile not leaving.
“Gonna let go?” She asked as her eyes flicked to your white-knuckled hands on her shoulders.
“I…” You said breathlessly, carefully releasing her shoulders and checking the two watches on your left wrist. Your ultimate was fully charged and your tactical was recharging; A small timer next to the cool-down timer displaying 24 seconds. “You…”
“Come on, pretty lady,” She said, grinning down at you. “We’ve got a storm to race,”
“I don’t think I can walk,” You said shakily, trying to take a step and sighing when your body refused to move.
“You’re helpless,” She said, reaching out and grabbing your right hand. You stumbled after her and sighed heavily, feeling nothing but numbness between your thighs.
“I can't do this,”
“You want me to carry you or make you cum again?”
You shot her a glare and she tugged slightly on your arm. “Why are you suddenly in such urgency?”
“We’re about to get cooked, sweetheart. I can get us out of here and you can rest to your heart’s content for the rest of the match, but for now we’ve got to go.”
