hi ! is it okay to request for a little nsfw cypher x reader? i had this idea in my head about cypher randomly checking up on agents and whatnot and the one he did for y/n, he saw their browser history looking a little /too/ kinky? idk if its too specific but yeah !!
you can come up with the reaction and everything. tysm !!! ♡
Cypher x Reader
Genre : Smut
WC : 1.1k
Summary : Cypher is checking up on the agents and notices some peculiar searches from reader. He decides to go give them a little check up.
CW : Exhibitionism, Sir kink, ropes/tripwire use during sex, overstim, teasing, fem!reader, dom!cypher, a bit of degrading as well
A/N : OMG OFC! This was fun to write and I hope you enjoy it my dear!! If you ever have any other ideas feel free to shoot them my way!
Brimstone had made sure that Cypher was always up to date with everyone. It was Cypher's jobs to keep tabs after all. He had begun his day by checking the cameras and looking at the new files that piled onto his desk. The task was finished quickly and he had moved on to looking to see what the other agents were using the wifi for. Chambers and KJ's had of course been too boring to continue and Reyna's.. Well that woman was disturbing. He was curious about his dear friend Y/N though. He went to look and sat back in shock. Maybe he had wired the wrong phone? He leans in again and chuckles as he scrolls through your browser history. Maybe the image he had shaped in his mind of you was all wrong. He couldn't deny that seeing the dirty things you were googling sent shocks down his body. He had to confront you, right?
The day had been quite simple for you - cleaning with Sage and practicing some aim training with Chamber. You could feel your bones ache as you finally reached your bed and relaxed. Your thoughts raced to other ways to make you feel a little better after the long day. Nobody was going to bother you now that it was nighttime. You reached across to grab your phone and started to google. You felt your body leave your soul at the knock at your bedroom door. Readjusting yourself you got up to walk over to the door. "Yes? Is everything alright?" You were greeted with Cypher's face and you raised an eyebrow. You two were friends but he did not usually turn up randomly unless something was wrong. "Can I come in?" You nodded and gestured for him to come in before checking the hall and shutting the door. "Are you alri-" You gasped as he slammed his hand against the wall beside your head. "You have some nerve Y/N.. I go to do my work and check the browser lines and what do I find? Pure filth. You distract me from my work and now I have to cover for you, huh? You wouldn't want Brim to know all the naughty stuff you're googling - would you?" You felt your throat dry and you nodded no at him. He had found out? You didn't know why that surprised you so much, you knew what his job in the team was.
You trailed your hand down his shirt and stopped right by his hip. Your fingers dug into the flesh as you moved your mouth next to his ear. "No Cypher.. Please don't tell Brim. I'll do anything for you." If he had seen what you had been searching and it had 'distracted him' then you could only hope he was into it as well. "Anything you say?" His hand gripped your wrist and he slammed you against the bed. "Yes baby.. Anything." You now were curious as to what he was thinking in that big brain of his. You saw him reach into his coat and pull out his tripwires and camera. "I want to film you as I ruin you for anyone else. Is that alright? Maybe even put my wires to use?" You could feel yourself seeping at this point. "Yes Cypher." He laughed as he set up his camera on your desk. "It's not Cypher anymore dear - it's sir now. Understood?"
You felt the wires restricting your movement and you stared up at the masked man. You needed him so bad that it hurt. "Please sir stop teasing me. I can't take another one." You writhed under him as his fingers kept pumping in and out of your sopping hole. "You will take another one for me slut. You know you can." He fingers picked up the pace as you cried out. "Oh god sir please. Let me cum?" "I thought you didn't want another one?" You could only growl at him in response and he snickered. "Fine but only because I want you to. Don't think I'm doing this for you. Understood?" Cypher's other hand gripped your throat as you came, the lack of oxygen making you feel dizzy. "See! Now you can take two more from my cock!"
Cypher had undressed and his hard cock lined up with your pulsating cunt. You were so fucked out from the three previous orgasms that you could barely string sentences together. "Please sir 'm in need." Cypher cooed at the words and decided to humor you. His cock had filled you full and he started at a slow pace. It was fine for the first minute or two before you grew tired of the endless teasing. "Please I can't take it any longer sir, ruin me." Your words must've hit something inside of him because the minute they left your lips he jutted into you like a drill. "I was waiting for you to beg for me like the whore you are. Look at the camera with those fucked out eyes of yours, whore." Cypher smacked your thigh and you could feel the string in your stomach growing tighter. Your blurry vision made out the camera and you stuck your tongue out just for him. "God yeah, just like that." Cypher kept at the pace, throwing you around like a ragdoll as you grew closer and closer. "I'm close sir. Let me cum for you?" You breathed out and he went harder than you thought was humanly possible. "Yes sweetheart. Let go for me." The euphoria overcame you and you could barely make out Cypher cumming soon after. You could feel his hot load drip off your body as your eyes closed. "Don't worry dear, go to sleep. I will clean up our mess." He patted your cheek and you let the dreams overtake you.
The next day you had woke up to Cypher sprawled out on the bed and hogging all of the blankets. You rolled your eyes as you kissed his forehead and got ready for the day. By the time you came back in said man had disappeared and a note was set on your bed.
'Got to help Brim. Better get used to having me though xx'
You could always get used to him when the sex was that good and he was so sweet. You heard your phone ring and you turned to grab it. Your cheeks went hot as you looked at the notification.. That bastard.
'Cypher : remember when i made u cum 3 times.. u look so good taking my cock here too lol.
Images attached : 4'
Summary: cypher catches you sexting someone else, and his jealousy tips him over the edge
CW: porn with plot, dom! cypher, sub! reader, sexting, cypher being a creep, touch starved! reader, voyeurism, degradation, sir kink, praise, choking, spanking, biting, brat! reader, use of slut/good girl/sweetheart/baby, oral (m! receiving), face fucking, facial, slight overstim, unprotected sex, creampie, finger sucking, fingering, slight dumbification(??)
i think i covered everything but if i missed something lmk!
dear god what have i done...this is quite literally the filthiest thing ive written in a long time lmfao. also im new to the val fandom so pls tell me if i got anything wrong! also thank you to my bsf @l0serloki for helping me w some of the details i didn't know! enjoy <3
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After a long mission, all you needed was to cum.
You’d been pent up all day. Brimstone had sent you and Cypher on a mission, and something about the Moroccan man was driving you crazy. The two of you had barely interacted and touched even less—maybe a tap on the shoulder to gain your attention—but that’s all it took to have him living in your head rent free.
As soon as you enter the base, you’re already tugging off all of your armor. It’s late, most of the agents have already retreated to their rooms, but you don’t bother to be quiet. You make it to your room with half of your gear already off, tossing it into a pile in the corner and making quick work of the rest of your clothes.
As soon as you’re completely undressed, you’re throwing yourself into your bed and grabbing your phone off of your nightstand. As much as you wish you could be fucking Cypher, you know the man is much too withdrawn for that. So, you go to the next best thing: the old Tinder date you still have added on Snapchat.
You send him a selfie of your jaw and bare collarbones, captioned only with a question mark. He answers within seconds, sending a picture of his bare abs with his gray sweatpants just barely in the frame.
You take that as a yes, and move the camera lower to the tops of your tits. He sends back a picture of him grabbing the bulge in his pants and that’s all you need to get started. You trail your hand down between your legs, rubbing your wet clit. You send him a picture of you touching yourself, receiving a video of him starting to stroke himself in return.
You pull your wet fingers out of your cunt and send him a video of you licking them clean. You put your phone down for a minute to focus on working yourself open, using your other hand to pinch and twist your nipples. You can’t help but picture they were Cypher’s hands instead, though.
Cypher leans back in his desk chair, doing his nightly routine that consists of checking the internet for anything on the other agents. He’s done that pretty quickly, though, and his mind is sent wandering to the mission earlier. You looked so pretty, and the way you shrunk when he tapped your shoulder? The images that flooded his mind afterwards were enough to keep him satisfied for weeks.
He hovers his hand over the mouse, tempted to check on you. Cypher had tapped the phones of all of the agents, with the excuse that it was to track it in case something ever happened. And that was true, for the most part.
Except when it came to you. He couldn’t help but check on you every once and a while. It was never anything too far—just doxxing the anonymous man who dm’d you a dick pic without your permission, or smiling at the cute conversations you have with your friends.
His impulses get the best of him and he finds himself clicking on the software that lets him see your screen. He expects it to be black, you fast asleep just down the hall from him. He’s gravely mistaken when the application loads and you’re on Snapchat, completely naked and posing for the camera.
His cock twitches in his pants at the sight and he stares for a few seconds before he remembers he should look away. He does, but only for a second until his eyes drift back to your naked form on their own.
It’s only then that he realizes you’re sexting someone. He scoffs when the man sends you back a video. Cypher is much bigger, and he just knows he can fuck you better than the man you have saved as ‘Tinder Douchebag’ in your phone.
Jealousy bubbles up inside him when you send him back a video of you fingering yourself furiously with the caption: I want you to fuck me so bad! Cypher doesn’t even know what he’s doing until he’s stomping down the hallway, headed for your room.
You freeze in your tracks and drop your phone when Cypher bursts through your door. You’re so shocked by the sight of the masked man that you don’t even cover up. He’s only wearing track pants and a t-shirt with his mask now and you wonder if he was about to go to bed.
Finally, you come to your senses and manage to tug your comforter over your naked body. “Cypher? What are you doing?”
Your face heats up. How much did he see? What was he even doing here? Sweat beads roll down your temples and you try to keep a straight face.
“What are you doing, y/n?”
“I-I was about to go to bed.”
He shuts the door and locks it behind him. “Don’t lie, y/n. I know you were sexting that Tinder guy on Snapchat.”
“How did you—did you tap my phone?”
He approaches you, only inches away now. You can see the bulge in his pants, and despite the awkwardness of the situation, your cunt gushes onto your sheets.
He grasps your chin tightly. “Did I turn you on during our mission earlier? Were you thinking of me fucking you while you sent naughty pictures to another man?”
You say nothing, but Cypher knows that he hit the mark based on the look on your face. He can’t help but smirk, only getting more and more turned on.
“What a slut,” he laughs cruelly. “Too shy to ask for a real man so you turn to that idiot?”
The lightbulb in your head turns on at his words, and it's your turn to smile. “You jealous, Cyph?”
He snaps, hand moving from your jaw down to your throat. He squeezes gently, not enough to even restrict your airflow, but just enough to make you wary. You look up at him through wide eyes and wonder if you should be as turned on by him choking you as you are.
He moves down to whisper in your ear, “do you want me to fuck you or not, y/n?”
You nod eagerly.
“That’s what I thought,” he releases his grasp on your neck. “Then shut up and be a good girl, okay?”
“Yes, Cypher.”
He shakes his head. “That’s sir to you.”
“Yes sir.”
This pleases him, and he rewards you by ripping the blanket off of your body. The blood rushes to his cock at the sight of you—nipples hard and sensitive, thighs trembling and coated in your slick.
He dips his fingers in between your legs. They come back glistening, only egging him on. He pushes the bottom of his mask up so that he can taste your juices, licking his fingers clean.
You sit perfectly still, in awe of the man in front of you. This is the most you’ve ever seen of him and you want to savor it all.
He moans, “you taste so good, baby.”
The sight of him sucking your arousal off of his fingers is enough to make you lightheaded, a fever settling over you. Cypher keeps part of his mask flipped up, leaning in to kiss you. His lips are soft against yours and he wastes no time in shoving his tongue into your mouth.
You grab onto his arms, trying to ground yourself despite the way your head is spinning right now. He pulls back, a trail of saliva connecting your mouth to his. He leans in again but connects his lips to your neck this time, biting you.
You whine at the pain which only pushes him further. He kisses down your neck, making his way to your collarbone. He bites you just above it and you can feel him smirk against your neck.
“You better not cover these up,” he mumbles, mouth moving farther down your body. “I want everyone to know what a slut you are for me.”
You can only moan at his words when he makes his way to your sensitive tits. Your nipples are already swollen from your earlier treatment, so when Cypher smacks his hand against your tits, the feeling overwhelms you.
“F-fuck, sir—I’m really sensitive right now!”
“Aw, do you want me to kiss it better?”
He doesn’t give you a chance to respond before his wet mouth is on your aching nipples, giving them each a wet kiss. You sigh in relief when the cool air hits the wet spots he left behind. The relief is sweet but brief.
Cypher grazes his teeth across your nipple. It stings, forcing a whimper from your lips. “You’re so pathetic,” he bites your nipple again.
“I-I—“ you whine, unable to form a full sentence.
“I-I-I,” he mocks you, slipping one of his hands between your legs.
He rolls your clit between his index finger and thumb, gathering your juices on his fingertips. He slips a finger inside of you, pumping it in and out of you a few times before adding a second. His fingers move expertly inside you—curling into your walls to press against your sweet spot.
You can feel yourself getting close, walls tightening on his fingers. You try to stay still but your thighs clench on his hand without you trying. Cypher just shakes his head at you and forces your legs open with his other hand.
“I’m gonna cum—”
Cypher slips a third finger in and speeds up. You squeeze your eyes shut and arch your back, forcing your cunt farther onto his fingers. He scissors them inside of you, spreading your gummy walls farther apart. It’s more than enough to send you over the edge.
You cum with a scream, walls spasming around his fingers. Your legs are shaking, chest heaving with every breath. Cypher could cum on the sight of you writhing below him alone.
He pulls his fingers out of your pussy and forces them past your lips. Your head feels fuzzy, but you still manage to pop them into your mouth and suck them clean. Your mouth is soft and warm, and Cypher wants nothing more than to replace his hand with his cock.
He rushes to undo his pants, tossing them to the side. His boxers are bulging, straining under the pressure of his hard cock. He pulls them down slowly, making eye contact with you the whole time.
His cock springs out of his boxers, coated in pre cum. The sight makes your mouth water around his fingers. Cypher tugs them from your mouth and wipes your spit onto your swollen nipples.
He grabs your hair and yanks your head so that you’re level with his throbbing length. “It’s not going to suck itself, sweetheart.”
You kneel forwards on the bed wrapping your hands around his cock. It’s long and smooth, the tip red and dripping with precum. You stick out your tongue and lick a bead off of his tip. You slowly lick up his shaft, making eye contact with him while you do so.
He throws his head back, moaning. He tugs on your hair and thrusts his hips forehead, the head of his cock pushing past your lips into your warm mouth. You open your mouth wider to take more of him in. He tastes salty but it's addicting—you want to suck every drop of his cum out of his balls.
You bob your head up and down, hollowing your cheeks to apply more pressure to his cock. You use one hand to squeeze whatever you can’t fit in your mouth and use the other to cup his balls.
He shivers from the sensitivity, his dominant side melting away for a brief second. “F-fuck,” he clutches the back of your head to force more of himself down your throat, “I always knew you’d be good at this.”
He tangles his hands in your hair and uses it as leverage to start fucking your face. You don’t fight back, instead, you move your hands to his thighs, squeezing them to take as much of him as possible. He pulls away for a second, letting you catch your breath, before slamming his cock back down your throat.
“Fucking slut, so desperate for my cum.”
You hum in agreement through his cock, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through him. That’s all it takes to send him over the edge.
He gives you no warning that he’s cumming, just shooting his salty seed into your mouth. He jerks himself off, pulling himself out and shooting some onto your lips and chin. The milky substance drips down your chin and coats the tops of your tits.
Cypher makes a mental note to check the camera in your room later to save this image.
He grabs your hips and tosses you onto your stomach, making you stick your ass up in the air. “Are you gonna be a good girl and let me fuck your sweet little pussy?”
“Y-yes sir!”
Cypher teases his throbbing cockhead, plunging it through your folds. Your pussy is gushing, making a mess of his cock and your sheets below it. He hits his tip against your clit. You try to move your hips against him, desperate for him to be inside of you.
Cypher doesn’t like this, though, and smacks your ass hard. “Have some patience, slut.”
Your butt stings from where he hit you, skin burning. You try not to move and let him continue teasing, rubbing his cock up and down your soaking pussy. He dips the head in every once and a while, making you think he’s going to fuck you, before going back up to your clit.
Finally, Cypher rams his cock into you. He feels much bigger when he’s inside of you, his cock reaching spots that your toys and fingers could never. You scream out but Cypher reaches around and covers your mouth with his hands.
He uses his hands as leverage to keep fucking into you, cock ramming inside of you and balls slapping your clit with every thrust. “You’re so wet,” he grunts, “your pussy takes me so well.”
You whimper into his hands, reaching one of your own to rub your clit. Cypher is unrelenting with his pace—forcing his cock harder and harder inside of you with every thrust. He smacks your ass again and smirks at the way it jiggles from the momentum.
“It’s like you were made for me, sweetheart.”
Your cunt gushes at that, telling Cypher exactly how you feel about his praise. He speeds up, both of you nearing your finish. You can feel his cock twitching against your tightening walls and now it's just a matter of who’s going to finish first.
He smacks your ass once more and you finally reach your peak. You collapse onto the bed, body too weak from your orgasm to keep yourself up any longer. Cypher thrusts once more, before cumming inside of you. You can feel his hot cum fill you up and drip out of your aching pussy, further ruining your sheets.
You’re panting, covered in sweat, cum and spit, face down on the mattress. Cypher has pulled out, letting himself collapse on the bed next to you.
He reaches out, wrapping an arm around your waist and flipping you onto your side so that you can breathe easier. “How are you feeling?” His tone is gentle now, the dominant edge completely gone.
“G-good,” your voice is raspy, throat still aching from his harsh fucking.
“Was I too rough?”
You shake your head, eyes fluttering closed. You’re exhausted, your whole body sore. He reaches out and pets your cheek, brushing away the strands of hair that’s been matted to your face with sweat.
“Y/n,” he mumbles.
“Hm?”
“I-I like you a lot…and I don’t want you to have sex with anyone else.”
That’s enough to make you open your eyes. “You—you do?”
He nods, cheeks slightly red. You’re in pure shock at how he can go from dominant to adorable so quickly.
“I want you to be my girlfriend.”
Your head spins but you manage to mumble out a yes.
Cypher just laughs at how sleepy you are, planting a quick kiss on your forehead. “We’ll talk about it more in the morning, okay?”
“Okay.” You nod, eyes fluttering shut again, “Cypher?’
“Yes?”
“Can I sleep in your bed? We kinda made a mess out of mine…”
“Of course,” he chuckles.
Cypher pulls on his pants and tugs his earlier t-shirt over your shivering figure. He lifts you into his strong arms, head laid against his bare chest, and he carries you to his bedroom.
