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offbranddrpepsi · 2 years ago

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Stability

Pairing: Sage X Omen X Brimstone

Rating: General, SFW

Tags/Warnings: Angst, Hurt and comfort, mentions of depersonalization.

Length: 5,247 words

The weather was fair and the day had just begun meaning it was a perfect day for some outdoor training. Many of the agents were still asleep with the only notable early risers being Skye and Chamber, both of them currently occupying the range to test their abilities as well as get first dibs on the less damaged targets. Sage was always up at this hour, awaking shortly before Skye, and was busying herself tidying the little doctors office she called hers while awaiting any patients or just general visitors she may have. On the other side of the base Omen was taking inventory of everyone's personal effects. Yoru’s bike was in its normal location, Jett’s knives hung from their hooks, everything was surprisingly in perfect order. There hadn’t been a mission in several weeks so everyone was fairly pent up which meant regular inventory was nearly necessary to avoid any pranks or mishaps. Just last week Phoenix had tried to take off with Yoru’s motorcycle which only resulted in a massive fight between the two dualists that Brimstone had to break up. Speaking of the man, it occurred to Omen he hadn’t gotten any indication he was awake. The two had an arrangement to do some training with Omen’s teleportation to see if they could enhance its range or maybe make it faster. Why his training partner had to be Brimstone was something the two kept to themselves. There was a layer of trust between the two that made it less severe if something happened that injured one or the other. It also made it a lot easier for Omen to be in his wraith form given he didn’t have to worry overly about being judged. The only other person who held this trust, if not more, was Sage but she was often busy treating little injuries gained from the firing range or listening to the other agent’s days.

Omen finished his count, sending the log for Cypher to file away, then teleported himself into Brimstones room. The room was pretty bare but had clothes scattered haphazardly across the floor. Sage had attempted to get the older man a laundry basket or at least get him into the habit of putting them into a singular pile but all efforts had obviously failed. Omen moved about the room to the small bed placed at the back of it, the loud sound of snoring making it clear it's resident was present. There laid their leader, half uncovered and shirtless. This was his usually manner of sleeping if he wasn’t in his office passed out on its couch. Typically no one would be entering his room so there wasn’t a real issue with him sleeping like this and Omen really had no issue with it either, it was his room and he could do what he wanted.

“Brim,” Omen spoke rather loudly, giving the man a solid shove. The older man hardly moved and made no acknowledgement at his code name being said. “Liam, wake up.” a harsher shake was given which caused a large hand to smack itself into Omen’s face in an attempt to shoo him away. Sighing the phantom decided to pull the last trick he knew to wake the man, “If you do not get up I will get Sage.” With that Brimstone groaned and mumbled that he was getting up. Omen couldn’t help but sigh. Everyone in the protocol had a mix of fear and respect for their resident healer. She was incredibly kind but also incredibly firm. Many compared her to a mother which Omen could agree with at times, but the living shadow saw her a bit differently. How Omen viewed Sage could be summed up simply as close friends however it was deeper than that. He revered her but also felt a sense of morbid curiosity around her powers. The living shadow also cared for her more than he did most of the other agents which was something he kept to himself. She was like a light for them all but also a reminder that to be strong you must be humble, a lesson some still had yet to learn. Brimstone primarily feared being awoken by her due to her vast knowledge of the body's many pressure points and how to add just enough pressure that it was mildly uncomfortable but not yet painful. It was her preferred way to wake up the deeper sleeping agents and was rather effective, only really being thwarted by Neon due to her own powers limiting how much others could touch her. While not awful the method by far was not the best way to be awoken so their leader was justified in his avoidance.

Omen would teleport to just outside their surface exit’s door to wait for his training partner for the day, giving the man privacy to get changed and ready. Due to his displaced nature he could wait for hours without really being bothered so Brimstone could take all the time he needed. Time didn’t really pass for the living ghost, it more so passed around him rather than for him so he frequently wasn’t burdened with it. This caused issues of course as some brief moments lasted an eternity while ones he wished last longer only felt like a couple seconds. The time he spent with those he was close with was one of the many things he wished would last longer. He appreciated getting to train one on one with Brimstone for the day because of this and would value the time for as long as he could. Training with the more rowdy dualists wasn’t exactly ideal for someone like Omen and Viper more so analyzed him rather than assisted him. Brim gave good feedback as well as good company and enjoyed the outdoors enough that Omen didn’t feel too bad dragging him out. Just as he was starting to think the other man had fallen back to sleep, Brimstone jogged up to Omen in his typical workout gear that consisted of grey sweat pants and a t-shirt.

“It took you long enough,” Omen said as he checked his non-existent watch sarcastically. All he was met with was a slap on the back and a fake laugh from the other man.

“Well not everyone can teleport like you spooky,” Brimstone teased him, Omen only groaned at the nickname. “Let's get going before Yoru goes on his morning ride, kid tears up the paths on that thing.” The dirt paths were already difficult to trek on a good day so avoiding any debris caused by the rift walker would be ideal. Omen didn’t want to have to carry the other man back if he hurt his hip again.

The two men started their short hike to the stream they usually trained at, exchanging casual conversation as they walked. The stream had ample elevation that gave Omen chances to practice mid air teleports as well as tight angles that the range couldn’t even hope to provide. It also was rather scenic, which was something both the men enjoyed, so it was also just a nice spot to spend some time together or relax in. Of course the difficult part was actually getting to the stream. The walk was mostly uphill with a few worn paths that gave poor traction. Brimstone had tripped multiple times coming and going from this area so Omen had to be on his toes when the other man inevitably started tumbling backwards.

“Careful.” Within an instant Omen was at his back supporting him, narrowly avoiding an accident. Regaining his balance Brim gave a thumbs up and continued walking on, leaving his shadow just shaking his head as he followed. The rest of the walk went without incident, the two pointing out various birds and rocks as they passed them. The stream was absolutely breathtaking when they arrived. Sunlight cut through the treeline like light casting through a crystal, reflecting onto the surface of the water providing a glass like effect. Omen could only think of how much Sage would have enjoyed seeing this and how he would have to recreate it verbally to her later.

“Sage would love this place, it's right up her alley.” Brim spoke full of wonder. Omen just looked at him wondering how exactly they had shared the same thought. Maybe the woman was just that impactful that she lingered in everyone's heads like she did his, or Brimstone was just practicing his rare sentimentalism that only appeared around his closest friends. Regardless, they weren’t here to stare at the pretty scenery or think of their dedicated healer, they were here to practice.

Omen participated in Brimstone's stretching despite not needing to, preferring to humor the other man rather than make him feel odd, then prepared himself. Balanced on a large rock he sent a nod towards the other man before focusing his attention to the small waterfall elevated a few feet above the stream. In an instant the shadows consumed him and he vanished, reappearing standing in the ankle deep water. Next was teleporting to a nearby tree. It was an effortless transition, Omen balancing on a thick branch as he found his next target. Another much skinner tree was sat in the distance. It was just far away enough to be outside his usual quick teleport range but close enough that if he fell he wouldn’t sustain any injuries. Signaling his partner he lept, teleporting to a high point in the other tree.

There was a moment of stability then there was nothing, a sense of weightlessness engulfing him. In the blink of an eye he was stabilized again and nearing the ground quickly. He attempted to teleport to right himself or even cut the distance without increasing his speed but he failed to do so, landing harshing on his back. Heavy footsteps cut through the woods, stopping at his side with a huff.

“Well that wasn’t good.” The older man stated the obvious as he looked down at the heap of shadow on the ground. Omen had landed fully on his back and had snapped a few branches on his way down, leading to him taking various hits during his descent. He ached badly but assumed he could still make his way back to the base, after all he had faced worse on the battle field. Slowly standing he became aware that, while he had no broken bones, he certainly would be sore for the foreseeable future. “Why didn’t you just teleport to the ground? I don’t imagine you would want to bust your ass that bad.”

“I tried, but it didn't work.”

“It didn’t work?”

“It did not.”

The two exchanged a look that was partial confusion, partial ‘why did you ask a question i already answered’.

“Alright well let's try that again but not as far this time, probably just caught yourself on something.” Omen listened to Brimstone's instructions, teleporting from the rock to the waterfall once more. This time however something went wrong, Omen being sent fumbling off the edge of the water fall instead of safely in the middle of the stream that fed into it. Luckily this time he managed to right himself before landing in the water, his feet just barely finding stability amongst the rocky streambed. With a harsh sigh he tried again, teleporting back to Brimstone. He landed safely however was met with a new problem upon arriving. His head started spinning while his body lost its feeling of tangibility before suddenly regaining it a few seconds later. The sensation stopped for a few moments then returned, crashing into him hard enough he almost collapsed. His companion could only barely be heard asking if he was alright before another wave hit him, sending him into a flurry of confusion and distortion. This had happened before but that didn’t alleviate the sense of panic he felt. Suddenly losing your sense of reality and stability had to be one of the worst feelings, at least by Omens standards. Desperation engulfed him as fragments of memories ghosted by him. Yelling, children laughing, a woman he didn’t quite recognize greeting him; all of these moments passed him by yet he couldn’t pick out reality from fiction. As he struggled to stabilize he heard a much louder voice mixing with the others, a more urgent voice he recognized. Grasping onto that single thread of familiarity Omen attempted to stabilize himself around it. The shadows within him fought against his efforts, refusing to obey his commands. Just as he felt himself slipping into the void he was able to ground himself, the concerned face of his friend meeting his own. In that moment omen felt small and helpeless which was certainly not helped by the imposing size of his dear friend. It felt dehumanizing to lose control around someone so close to him even though he knew the other didn’t care.

“There you are, you alright?” Brimstone's oversized hand was placed on his back softly. The action provided some comfort as well as some added stability, something Omen was grateful for.

“I will be fine,” His words were unsure. This had happened before with each time being equally unpleasant as the last. He hadn’t vanished entirely yet so he was mostly sure that in the end everything would be relatively fine, but each episode still caused him to worry. A scowl crossed Brim’s face that could only be described as that of a disappointed father.

“Okay let's head back and get you to Sage.” Before Omen could protest his friend had already started walking back down the path. With a low groan the shadow followed closely, using the older man to stabilize himself when a wave of dizziness hit. Brimstone gave words of comfort as well as affirmation when they had to stop briefly due to Omen losing himself again. At one point Liam had slung his arm across Omen’s shoulders, something which the latter would rarely tolerate, to help provide support as they walked. He wouldn’t admit it but it did help him regain stability whenever he started losing it. The action was something real he could hang onto, something tangible that couldn’t be eaten up by his shadows.

The entry to the base could not come into sight quick enough. The two men picked up their pace and made it inside safely, taking a moment to rest before bee-lining to Sage’s office. All the agents, or almost all of them, were active and going about their day meaning the base was drastically more alive than they would have hoped. Avoiding the others was going to be near impossible and with the state he was in Omen couldn’t teleport properly without risking destabilizing, ending up who knows where. Sage’s office was located towards the back of the base past all the training rooms and commons area. This meant they passed a significant number of agents, most of which greeted them or tried to strike up a conversation with Brim. Jett was kind when told they were busy, Phoenix tried to talk more but was quickly silenced as Omen groaned at him, Killjoy never stopped talking but was easily distracted by Raze blowing something up in their lab, it felt like an eternity before they saw the nicely labeled door indicating they had made it to their destination. Just as they went to knock, another wave hit Omen, panic rushing over him as he tried to find something to tether himself to. He could only hear partial sentences, panicked voices filled with urgency. An old feeling of comfort pulled him to the shadows, tempting him to embrace them and let them pull him where they saw fit . He didn’t know what this feeling stimmed from but it was a welcome beacon in the storm. Still he fought against it as he struggled to regain his tangibility. Pain coursed through him as he rapidly flickered between there and not, each jolt making him all the more desperate. The familiar chime of Sage’s powers rang through his ears before morphing into a pounding that elevated to a headache. Was she trying to heal him? Contain him? Whatever she was doing was having the opposite of its intended effect. He tried to call out to her to make her stop but his voice was lost within the shadows. A shift alerted him that he was being moved forcibly. The only thing that made sense was that Brimstone had either lifted him or was shoving him whenever he was tangible, either way Omen couldn’t exactly reject it. An object hit the backs of his legs that he recognized as the small medical bed that sat in Sage’s office, they were trying to get him to sit down. He was entirely sure what he had managed to do didn’t exactly qualify as sitting as he kept shifting between motions as well as positions as he lost then regained tangibility but he couldn’t care less about that at this moment.

A sudden feeling cut through him like a hot knife, a demand that he had no choice but to meet. ‘Let go!’, He didn’t know where it came from nor how it compelled him, but within an instant he impulsively stopped trying to stabilize himself. His wraith form made things fuzzy but he could tell he remained in Sage’s office, the forms of his friends positioned before him. Their grey forms showed no facial expressions but he could only assume they were mortified by him, who wouldn’t be after that display?

Sage’s hands started to move slowly up and down, in and out much like a conductor. It was clear she was telling him to breathe, to calm himself, but he was unsure if he was going to be able to do so. He followed her hands with his eyes, the repetition acting as a focus for him. After several moments her hands stopped in front of her, signaling for him to try to stabilize himself. Omen was cautious. He didn’t want to risk hurting his closest friends or scaring them more if he suddenly destabilized again. Part of him considered moving to one of the vacant rooms out of courtesy but he knew both of them would worry the moment he vanished. Taking an internal deep breath he focused on the spot he was sat. Shadows wrapped around his vision as color bled through, restoring his vision as it normally was. Sage was bound in just her undershirt and pants, her overcoat thrown onto a chair on the other side of the room. Brimstone was still in his workout clothes, slightly sweat drenched. Both of them looked absolutely frightened. Their faces were turned into frowns, brows scrunched with eyes that bore holes into him. A pit of guilt set itself into his stomach as he cast his vision downward, unable to keep meeting their eyes. He felt the need to apologize but couldn’t pull the words out of himself. Before he could fully realize it, an arm found its way around his back once again.

“Omen, 亲爱的 (QĪNÀI DE: Dear), It’s alright. You’re safe” Sage’s voice was soft and gentle. It felt almost as if someone had pulled a blanket around him in the dead of winter, a warmth radiating off the woman that could only be compared to that of the sun. Brimstone rested a hand on his thigh, leaning on him slightly as he leaned down to be Sage’s level. Omen didn’t feel safe, he rarely did, but he did feel comfort which was more than he could ask for. Sage began checking him over, no doubt looking for any injuries caused by his outburst. The woman was always methodic in her examinations with this one being no different. Hands ghosted his arms then his torso while a trained eye observed him, she was being more delicate than she normally was. Typically she was firm if not a tad forceful with her treatment of patients. Measuring vitals was gentle but direct, checking a pulse was just the same, everything was efficient but as gentle as she could afford to make it. She also left little room for error or her patient to act against her. This method was useful for the more jumpy agents or the ones who shied away from doctors, such as Cypher. The amount of care she was taking as she went over him, the softness of her voice as she praised him and asked for equipment from Brim, it was almost too much for him. It made him feel cared for.

“Brimstone, could you hand me my thermos?” Sage asked as she put away equipment, moving about the room like it was second nature for her. The older man complied and grabbed the pastel green thermos off of her desk, looking at the various stickers covering it.

“Did Neon and Jett give you these?” The other man sounded confused as he analyzed them. The stickers ranged from cute animals to flowers and even had a few anime characters mixed in. Omen found it rather cute that out of all the things she could have personalized the only one with even a hint of it was a thermos nearly covered in stickers.

“Yes, as did Skye and Yoru. It’s lovely isn’t it?” She took the thermos from him, popping off the cap before offering it to Omen. “Here, it’s tea, drink some.” He obeyed, tilting the collar of his cloak up to cover his mouth. Drinking and eating really didn’t do much for him outside of making him feel a touch more human, Sage of course knew that which was probably why she offered him the beverage. The tea was iced, something he found odd given how early it was, and had a sweet fruit taste to it. It suddenly occurred to him what she had given him once a chunk of fruity jelly fell into his mouth.

“Boba?” He asked, soundly mildly offended. Omen didn’t exactly like Boba, he didn’t really hate it either. It wasn’t the milk tea that was the issue, rather it was the added jelly or tapioca pearls that found their home at the bottom of the drink. If he could show disgust he would but his voice had carried it well enough that the healer was now stifling a laugh, her ponytail bouncing with her shoulders.

“Do you not like it?” She attempted a mock pout but her smile gave her away. Brimstone was laughing quietly to himself as well, causing Omen to look between the two like they were crazy.

“Why are you two so amused.” It was more of a statement than a question, mild irritation laced in his voice. He knew what they had done and was beside himself with how well it worked. Stabilizing the phantom was often difficult however some methods could greatly help their chances. One of these methods was placing his attention onto something, another was causing some sort of strong emotional reaction. What Sage had done had caused both of these quite effectively. Omen was focused far too much on the jelly filled tea, whose taste still lingered in his mouth, and was overtaken by confusion as well as the absurdity of the situation. The other two agents let their laughing consume them which stirred a chuckle and disapproving head shake from Omen. It was a relief that there was humor to be found in the situation. The room of soft laughing squashed any worry he had that he had scared them beyond the usual uneasiness, however it didn’t entirely set his mind at ease. “Thank you.” He broke the laughing with his words, the two calming down before turning to him. Sage took her thermos, taking a generous sip as a smile covered her face.

“It’s alright, it is what I’m here for.” She was as humble as she always was, bowing her head slightly as she spoke. “Are you alright? Do you know what happened?”

“I was training, something went wrong, I couldn't get a hold of reality.” Brim nodded along as Omen spoke, confirming what had happened as he had been there. “Everything was blurry. I couldn’t stop hearing voices, feeling memories that weren’t there.” Sage’s brow furrowed. Turning to grab her notebook she flipped it open and began writing.

“That is rather odd especially during a normal training session.” The analytical sound of her voice gave him a twinge of familiarity he couldn’t place, was this what being to a normal doctor's office felt like? “I want you to know Omen that you did nothing wrong, things like this happen and we can only learn from them.” He nodded along as she finished writing her notes before stowing the notebook away.

“Next time can we try something different to stabilize me rather than fruit jelly.” He was trying to be funny but didn’t know if it landed as he had hoped.

“Yep, there’s our resident ghost.” Brim shook his head, “Gave us a fucking scare there.”

“I apologize.”

“Don’t, it’s fine. Just take things at your own pace alright?” Omen gave him a nod and got up to his feet. The older man gave him a slap on the back that led into a one armed hug. Sage let out a laugh as Omen just groaned, shrinking away from the other man’s affections. He felt back to his usual self or at least close enough. Brimstone left the room with a half hearted wave, mumbling something about checking on the dualists.

“You were supposed to take me with you,” Sage spoke up as she cleaned her space. Neither of the two men had wanted to bother her that early in the morning. They figured she had better things to do than watch them train anyways.

“Sorry,” he lowered his head like a dog getting scolded by its owner. “ Maybe tomorrow? The stream may not look as pretty as it was today, but we could make it up to you.”

“The stream was pretty today?” Her eyes lit up as she took a seat, motioning for him to take the one across from her.

“Would you like me to describe it to you?”

“Yes, please. We can consider this an exercise in emotion for you as well as a chance for me to relax a little.” Sage gave him one of the soft smiles she was known for as she pulled out a sketch pad and a small watercolor set. The woman liked doing simple paintings as a way to distract herself and frequently would display them either in her office or the commons area. She also enjoyed having Omen describe things to her using both visual and emotional descriptions. It was some sort of therapy for him or at least she called it as much. He didn’t really see the point in it but it made her happy so he did it nonetheless.

Starting his description of the stream that morning she in turn picked up her brush and started painting, nodding along as he spoke as well as asking for better descriptions when needed. The entire thing felt as if it took hours but upon checking the room's clock it had only been thirty minutes. The two sat in silence for the remainder of the hour until Sage finished her painting. She turned it to show him her work, looking for approval that it was similar to what he had described. The picture, while absolutely beautiful, was nowhere close to what he had seen that day. Before he could comment Brimstone walked in carrying a plate of fresh food.

“Is that the river?” Brim pulled up a chair to the small desk, placing the plate down in front of himself. Sage bounced in her seat happily before placing the painting on top of her filing cabinet to dry, Brim always had perfect timing. “Got burgers, had to commandeer the grill from Phoenix before he set the entire base on fire.” As he grabbed his burger Omen felt himself destabilize again, dropping his meal onto his lap. Groaning, he cleaned himself up, dropping the burger's remains into the trash sadly. With his pants covered in a layer of ketchup or mayonnaise he decided to go get changed. Before he could leave the room he was stopped by Sage’s hand on his arm tugging him to face her.

“You are coming back aren’t you?” she was hopeful, casting a glance to Brimstone. “I was hoping to go swimming and wanted you two to join me. It would be best given your current state to at least stay near one of us if not both.” Omen gave her a simple nod before teleporting to his room to change. It was still strange how unphased the two were by the whole ordeal, even stranger that they readily compensated for him. A voice in the back of his head told him that it was just because he was an interesting specimen, some experiment to be watched and analyzed. While that was true for Viper he knew both Sage and Brimstone saw him as something else, a friend at the very least while someone who needed help at the very most. Omen didn’t know whether to feel touched or pitied by the sentiment. On one hand it filled him with warmth and purpose to have friends as well as ones that cared as much as those two did. On the other hand, Omen deeply wished to have whatever independence and agency he could have. Having to somewhat depend on anyone felt gross to him and made him feel even less human, but he knew that he didn’t really have a choice. His condition made it impossible to really exist wholly alone so being open to help was something he had to learn. Despite its difficulties he couldn’t think of a better set of people to depend on. The two were some of the most accepting people in the entire protocol who knew what it was like to struggle as well as suffer. Brimstone had his own demons that littered his mind and past while Sage had hers that ate away at every action she took. It only made sense they would readily take on any issue he had with open arms and warm hearts. Omen half felt bad he couldn’t do the same for them that they did for him. He did try his best and, according to Sage, that was enough as it's all he could give.

Pulling on his clothes he made sure to bring a towel as one of them would inevitably forget. The other two were still in Sage’s office finishing their meals while he decided to lurk in the corner, waiting until they had finished before making his way to the exit. At another time he could think and consider the various ways he could try to make up for burdening the two as he did, but right now he had other things to pay attention to. That primarily being ensuring nothing went wrong while they were out, after all he was relatively stable for now thanks to their efforts. One by one they arrived in light clothes covering their swimsuits. Together they headed out talking about the other agents as well as Brimstone speculating if Omen could hold water inside of himself much to Sage’s amusement.

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mellifluousmelodyfanfics · 2 years ago

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Brimestone Valorant (Smut)

Pairing: Brimestone Valorant XFem Reader

Warmings: Brimstone Dom, Reading Sub, oral, penatrating, possesive

18+ Only please

I stifled a yawn, raising my right arm high into the air as I stretched it. Why must I have to wake up so early in the god-damn morning for this? I thought as I looked out the large windows of the room I was in. The sun already setting over the horizon of the headquarters of Valorant. And how much longer must I put up with this training? I think as I look away from the window, it’s already been a month since I have joined this organization…. Why can’t he just put me in the field already? I shifted my weight from my right leg to my left, relaxing my posture. Honestly, I’m are not quite sure why he approached me… but to be invited by the commander of the valorant protocol himself. I said to myself as my eyes closed softly, feeling sleepy. Teamwork has never been my forte for most, if not all of my life. Alone… that’s right, I can’t trust anyone. Even if we are supposed to be a “team”. Or at least that's how Brimstone would say it. This entire month has been filled with combat training, from mastering a variety of guns to learning to harness and master these newfound abilities I have, but unfortunately, it has also been a lot of classwork. Feels like high school all over again. I sighed to myself, tilting my head, almost to rest it on my shoulder as my eyes drifted all the way closed. Where is Brimstone anyway? I thought. He has never been late, so long as I have been here… I could hear his deep burly voice in my head. Every morning, when I and the whole Valorant team would eat together, he reads me my schedule for the day, of course in military time. I swear it's the only way he knows how to read the time. I’m the only one on the team with a schedule… so annoying… My breathing slowed as I drifted off slightly. “Neptun!” Brimstone snapped, his voice echoing across the room, making me jump out of my skin, straightening my posture “Good evening Brimstone…Sir” I announced, bringing my hands to my side standing at attention. I could hear his heavy footsteps approach me from behind, he stopped right behind me pausing for a moment, leaning close to my ear. “Were you sleeping just a moment ago? Soldier?” He asked, but I knew it wasn’t a question, more so him demanding an answer. I took in a sharp breath, breathing in Brimstone's scent of gunpowder and cedar. I can’t lie… that would make this situation worse. I thought, hesitating for a moment. “Yes Sir, I’m sorry Sir. It won’t happen again.” I informed, Brimstone stood up, moving away from my ear and walking in front of me, moving to stand in front of me and front of the chalkboard on the wall. “Neptun, you are new here, and you need to start taking this more seriously. We are a part of a team now, and before I ever send you out into the field to go fight the attacking radiants.” He started to lecture, I sighed slightly. “I’ve only heard this a million times” I complained to myself. Why on earth must this man be such a hardass? Why am I even putting up with this bullshit? I had a life all before this. I had a successful career, I had everything I ever wanted and yet somehow this man convinced me to join this group for the “good of the world”. Just as I thought that I was pulled forward by my forearm, I looked up to see Brimstone's face only a few inches in front of mine. “Damn it Neptun…What is it going to take for you to just…listen to me” he demanded as I shifted my gaze to look into dark amber eyes. Making direct eye contact with my commander, I pulled my arm up; trying to get him to release his grasp but he only just tighten his grip. I had nothing to say to him as to why I wouldn’t listen. Why couldn’t he just have faith in me? He knows I can shoot, he knows I can kill, and yet he keeps me on this childish schedule. The control he keeps putting on me feels like a damn collar wrapped around my neck. “I don’t want to listen to you. Especially when you don’t listen to me! Commander, all you do is control me!” I snapped at him, once again trying to pull away by taking a step back but Brimstone reached and grabbed my other arm, holding them up in front of me and not letting me go. “Why won’t you just let me into the field?! Why won’t you let me be with the other agents?! You keep telling me we are a part of a team, you keep telling me it's important I understand that and yet you aren’t letting me join it! Why?!” I argued, turning my head towards him. Brimstone looked frustrated with me, as I opened my mouth, wanting to snap at him again. “IT’S BECAUSE I DON’T WANT YOU TO GET HURT. I DON’T WANT ANYONE ELSE ON THE TEAM TO SEE YOU IN THE WAY THAT I SEE YOU, Y/N. I ASKED YOU TO JOIN THIS TEAM BECAUSE I WANTED YOU HERE AND I DON’T WANT TO SHARE YOU WITH THE OTHERS.” he admitted, yelling in a harsh firm tone, I took a small step back slightly shaken, but I couldn’t step back far enough as he still held onto my arms, I haven’t ever heard him yell before. I looked up at Brimstone, his face seemed flushed slightly. “You… Don’t want me to get hurt? Didn’t you bring me here to help defend our world? Of course, I would possibly get hurt brimstone.” I said, my voice a lot softer now. “You brought me here, you know the risks I would be facing…” I added lowering my gaze. He…cares for me in that kind of way? I thought to myself and brimstones grip finally loosened. “Look… Neptune… When I heard first heard from Astra that you would make a good addition to the team. I had to do surveillance on you. See if she was right. I can’t explain the way you made me feel. But I knew she was right. You’re a pro, as good as they come, and I knew I wanted you to be mine.” He mumbled slightly. “Be…Yours?” I whispered, but not looking up, his grip finally loosed from one of my arms but only to grab me by the chin and pull my face towards his. I closed my eyes, not wanting to look him in the eyes any longer.” “Look at me, Y/N” He demanded, but I couldn’t. No one has ever cared for me before, no one has ever been this kind to me before. I can’t… I can’t look at him. I thought, feeling myself become flush slightly. “I said, look at me.” His voice, more firm…letting out a soft breath, I opened my eyes immediately making eye contact with him, just as I did his thin lips pressed against mine with slight force, but I didn’t pull away anymore, my shoulders relaxed slightly. his lips were warm and soft. mine parted slightly, allowing his tongue to slip inside. As he leaned down into the kiss more, he used the hand he still had on my arm to spin me around and pressed me against the chalkboard. His body pressed against mine heatedly against the chalkboard, and our breathing became heavier, I could taste our shared breath, and feel the thud of our combined heartbeat as he groaned with frustration. He removed his hands from my wrists only to place them on the chalkboard behind me, still trapping my body against his, but even if I could. I didn’t want to run from him, my hands dropped to my sides as my body felt warm and limp. The blood rushed to my head, as my knees started to buckle. Brim pulled away slightly, moving his hands from the wall to my lower back to catch me. “This… this is what you do to me Y/N….Every time I saw you, the only thing I could imagine was the taste of your lips…” He said, gliding his right hand up the curves of my body and onto my chin. He glided his thumb across my bottom lip, as I looked up at him. His eyes glazed over as he stared down at me. “Now that I know the taste. I don’t think I can stop. I want to know what the rest of you tastes like..” He pleaded with me. I have never been this vulnerable with someone before… I thought hesitating a moment before I finally nodded. As soon as I did, Brim did not wait for another second, his lips crashing onto mine again as both his hands moved to my face, pulling me to him. His tongue parted my lips as his tongue started massaging mine, occasionally biting my bottom lip. His hands moved everywhere on my body, up my back and over my arms and suddenly he started kissing me harder, deeper, with a fervent urgent need I’d never known before. I moaned as we kissed, and he placed his right knee in between my legs, once again pinning me in place. His lips slowly moved away from mine, as I let out a soft whimper already longing for him to kiss me again. It was like I had found a new drug and I was already hooked, waiting for my next fix. Brimstone caressed my face, and feeling his rough hands on my skin made me shiver with pleasure. "Good girl" he whispered as he leaned down, pressing kisses gently on my neck. My mouth fell open, as I helplessly let out soft moans, unable to control myself. He started to suck and bite on my neck, gently at first but quickly becoming more possessive of my body. His hands continued to roam, caressing me in several areas. His right hand moved to grab my shirt from the bottom, his left hand reaching for my wrists as he pinned my arms above my head; pulling my shirt up and exposing my bra. My skin flushed as he did and I heard him toss my shirt to the side, his lips started to travel downwards leaving small marks across my lower neck and collarbone, occasionally I let out small whimpers as he nipped my skin roughly. He kept my hands pinned against the chalkboard as he did with my body as he pleased. Abruptly he pulled away, my hands dropping to my sides once again as he took a few steps back. He still looked rather calm, as I panted trying to catch my breath. “W-why…did you stop?” I asked, no pleaded to Brim as he stood there towering over me, his chest slowly rising in falling as he had a small smirk on his face. “You follow my orders, soldier.” He said in an assertive tone. S-Solider? Is that all I am to him? I thought as he took a step forward once again. Taking my chin in his hands. “As your commander, I order you to strip for me and get on your knees… baby girl,” he said in an intimidating tone, swallowing hard. I nodded, my face blushing a bright cherry red. He let go of my chin as I reached around my back, unclasping my bra and letting it drop to the floor. Feeling self-conscious I covered my breasts. “Don’t you dare cover-up. I want to see all of you.” He scolded, gulping slightly I nodded as I took my boots off, pushing them to the side with my left foot, working up the courage to undo my belt. My last pair of clothing fell to the ground, as I stepped out of my pants, I hesitated for a moment, as I carefully and slowly pulled down my underwear. Stepping out of it, and leave them on the floor as I step away from the pile of clothes. “On your knees.” I shrink to my knees as soon as he orders it, he bends down and cups my cheeks. He gently strokes my face, and I shift my eyes up towards Brimstone, making eye contact with him as he stares down softly almost admiring me. His thumb runs across my bottom lip again, pulling on it slightly. “I’m going to make you mine Y/N.” He told me and I give a nod. I want him… my body is already craving for him to touch me more. “Say it.” he orders “W-what?” I mutter and he leans down, getting on one knee in front of me and yet somehow still towering over me. “I want to hear you beg for me. Beg me to fuck you.” He says, running his hand up my neck and grabbing onto my ponytail and giving it a firm grasp. “B-Brimestone… Will you please fuck me?” I asked letting out a whimper as he pulls my hair and pulls me towards him. “It’s Sir or Daddy, and secondly I know you can do better than that. So beg.” I bit my bottom lip gently as I felt him tug harder, being impatient. I don’t think I could ever call him Sir again if I say it as vulnerable as I am now. Letting out a shaky breath I parted my lips, “P-please Daddy…” I quivered out. “Please give this slut your cock, Daddy.” Brimstone chuckled, as he used his free hand to undo his belt buckle. He pulled his pants and underwear enough to expose his enlarged member and he started stroking it gently. “You want Daddy’s cock? Is that what you want baby girl?” he asks almost mocking me and I nod. “Mmmh, where do you want daddy's cock?” He asks, and I blush, wanting to look away but he is still holding my hair. “I…In my mouth, Daddy. Please fuck my mouth, Daddy.” I say, swallowing my pride. As I shift my legs as I kneel, my body responding to with slick quivers “Good girl. Now… open those pretty little lips and stick out your tongue.” He orders, finally letting go of my hair, relaxing my tongue as I stick it out he places the tip of his cock on it. He rubs the tip over my tongue; gently and slowly. My body builds in anticipation as he groans slightly, placing my lips gently around the tip of his cock I start sucking. Swirling my tongue around his member, he chuckles as I greedily as I take more into my mouth. “Mmmh. What a good little slut you are. Do you like Daddy’s cock?” He asks as I nod. Swallowing around his cock as my tongue moves circles around it. Brimstone's breathing becomes heavy as he moans under. I pump my head back and forth, swallowing hard as I take more of his cock into my mouth, drool slowly dripping from my mouth as cock becomes more engulfed by the heat of my mouth. I can hear him moan and groan my name as I suck harder, his hands move to the side of my head, his fingers ranking into my hair as he grips it hard. He starts moving his hips, timing it with my head. A primal-like urge takes over him as he starts slightly forcing my head deeper and deeper down his cock. Shivers and pleasure run down my body as he moans again. “You're going to make me cum, baby girl.” He groans as I look up at him, making eye contact as he looks down at me, I give a hard swallow as with one hard thrust he shoves his cock deep into my throat as he cums deep into my mouth. I see his body shiver as he pants, the feeling overcoming his body, as he pulls his cock out of my mouth I let out a soft whimper. The salty, but slightly sweet taste overwhelms my tastebuds as I swallow. Brimstone pets the side of my head gently with his right hand. His thumb from his left-hand wipes over my plump lips, wiping them clean. “Good girl… Daddy should reward you for doing so well.” He moans, reaching his hand out towards me. I gently take it as he helps me to my feet. A-A reward? I think as he takes me to the side of the room, holding my hand gracefully. He takes me over to the large windows. The room where we were in must have been an old classroom for all the agents at one point. There are desks and chairs pressed up against the walls close to where we stood. Brimstone turns around, letting go of my hand and placing it on my shoulder. He spins me around, pushing my back up against the glass. The cold glass makes me shiver as I let out a slight gasp, removing his hand, brimstone strips the rest of his clothes before getting down on his knees. His hands tenderly moved up my legs and up my thighs, slowly teasing them and pressing kisses on them. Leaving small nibble marks as his hands brush against my pussy. My body shivers in response to his touch and I grip the small ledge on the wall. “Your pussy is so wet for me. Your body knows it belongs to me.” He groans before burying his head in between my leg, his lips sucking harshly. His tongue danced along my clit and I let out a raspy moan, my fingers making their way into his short hair and I held it. My head pressed against the glass as I let out another moan. He chuckled but didn’t stop. Moving his tongue faster, I looked down and saw him staring up at me, his eyes filled with lust as he teased my entrance with his fingers. He slowly inserted two digits in me, pumping in and out and making my body shiver more. “Daddy that feels so good” I moaned out, my mouth falling open and letting out loose moans. I didn’t even care to hold back anymore. He chuckled, pulling back slightly but not taking his fingers out as he curled them in your core, hitting in the perfect spot. My backed arched against the glass and my hips moved upwards. “Daddy, I’m going to cum!” I whimpered out, he chuckled as he moved his free hand and pushed your hips down. “Ah ah, not yet baby girl.” He purred as I let out a small whimper of defeat. He brings his mouth back to my clit and starts sucking again. My body shivers in pleasure and I let out more and more moans. “Cum for Daddy.” He says, pulling away from my clit, pumping harder inside of me as my body releases in a wave of pure pleasure. His hot breath lands on my core as I shiver and go slightly limp as I pant. He pulled his finger out of me, them dripping in my juices. He smiles up at me before licking them. “What a good little slut you are.” He mumbles as I try and catch my breath. Without really getting a moment to pause, he stands up, placing his hand on my shoulder and turning me around again. My face grows hot as I face the windows. I don’t think anyone is outside…but if anyone saw me like this. I think. Brimstone places his hand on my back, pushing my boobs up against the glass, he gently takes my left hand and moves it on the glass. The cool touch of it makes my body shiver and my nipples harden. He does the same thing with my other hand as I turn and look over my shoulder. Using his foot he spreads my feet apart. Brimstone strokes his hard cock a few times while he looked at me, he must enjoy seeing me in this variable position. Swallow my pride I open my mouth, “P-Please…Daddy, I can’t wait anymore…Please give me your cock.” My whole body trembles from arousal, wanting to cum again. To feel his cock inside of me. “Mmh~ You really are my good little slut. I’m going to make your body mine..” He says, his body looming over mine, the tip of his cock teased my entrance as he let out a soft groan. He slowly started pushing in, and I heard him hold his breath slightly as he moaned. He edged into me slowly, pushing in deeper and deeper as I let out a shaky moan. I bit back the groan that formed in my throat. I pushed my hips up subconsciously taking him deeper and he chuckled. Brimstone took his hands and placed them on my hips with a bruising grip, as he pushed in the last inch of his cock. He started thrusting into me, deep and hard, every thrust with greater power as I both moaned. Still holding my hips he guided them with each thrust, my face and boobs pressed up hard against the window. “Do you like Daddy’s cock?” Brimestone asked groaning between his teeth. “Y-yes D-daddy” I whimpered out. Brimstone’s hands moved up my back, slowly grabbing a fist full of my hair and pulling my head back. “mmh~ Say that again Baby girl.” He commanded, I looked up at him as he pulled my hair. “Y-Yes Daddy~ I-I love your cock!” I moaned out and he thrusts harder. Pulling me up so I was standing, he fucked harder and in at a deeper angle. His free hand grabbed my right breast and started massaging it roughly. Our moans filled the room as he pressed his lips to mine. The pure euphoria with every thrust, my pussy clenched around his cock. My body was tense from pleasure as shivers moved around my body. Removing his lips from mine, he twisted my body around pushing me up against a small filing cabinet. He stared into my eyes as he continued to pump into me, the small clanking from the filing cabinet, it shook as he fucked me. Brimestone removed his hand from my breast, as he started teasing my clit. “F-fuck~ I-I’m going to cum again” I let out a soft whimper. “M-Me too, baby” He groaned, with a hard thrust there was a clank above us but neither of us looked and saw what it fell. The ground underneath us lit up a soft orange and Brimestone’s hips started moving faster. “Ah~ ah~ B-Brimestone, that's too fast!” I let out a soft groan, Brimstone couldn’t say anything as he panted. I looked down slightly as the soft orange glow, only to see none other than a stim beacon on the floor. My hips started moving more, timing with his thrusts as we both were overcome with a surge of energy. Our lips pressed together again, our tongues dancing with each other as we moaned. Dissolving into pleasure, my body pulsed and clenched around his cock, and my vision faded slightly with each one of his super-human-like thrusts. “I-I’m cumming!” I screamed out, as I collapsed, falling into his chest. Brimstone panted and moaned into my ear, with a small whimper he pulled out of me and pumped his cock with his hand. Pushing his cock against my stomach he came, and let out a groan. He collapsed into me as well, as we slide against the cabinet and to the floor. Both just held each other until he leaned over and picked the stim beacon up. “This…This we are going to use again.” He said with a small chuckle before tossing it to the side. I let out a small whimper of agreement, his hands made their way to my face as he cradled it in my hands, he gently pushed a few strands out of my face and pressed a kiss to my forehead…Then my lips…

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