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gekkosgirl · 2 months ago

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fantasy | gekko.

summary: gekko, after reading a particular book of yours, makes your fantasies come to life

pairing: gekko (mateo) x fem!reader

cw: dom!gekko, sub!reader, dumbification, slapping, hickeys, choking, lots of things i may have missed. read at your own discretion, (also neon makes fun of them, as she definitely would)

notes: i have so much gekko brainrot its not funny, anyways i listened to closer by nine inch nails while writing. ALSO REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

word count: 3.6k

You were so focused on your paperwork for recounting the last mission that you barely noticed Gekko sneak into your room. Seated on the chair at your desk you typed, keys making slight clicks, full attention on finishing the task at hand. Gekko, who was oh so quiet, took his place on your bed, silently picking up one of your strewn books, not knowing its contents.

Only from the shuffling of your covers did you realize he was there, and you smiled without looking away from your paperwork. "Hey, baby." You said, still typing away.

He hummed softly, and you figured he was trying to take a nap. Much to your dismay, he had flipped to a particular page of your book by 'accident', a smirk forming on his face.

Every now and then, you could feel his eyes watching you. Typing up the final report, you forwarded it off to Brimstone, pushing away from your desk with a sigh. Finally, peace.

"Ay, chica?" Gekko's voice asked and you hummed in question, not looking behind you, just basking in the relief that you were done. "Wanna explain to me what a certain Derek and Lyra are doing in this book?"

The tips of your ears immediately tinged pink, your entire body whipping around in the swivel chair as your eyes fell upon the book in his hands. He was laid back casually, head leaning against your pillows, one leg down and the other propped up. A dumb grin was plastered on his face and you couldn't seem to form words.

"Gonna answer me or should I get back to reading?" Gekko asked slyly, you could practically hear the teasing lilt in his voice. Your face flushed deeper as you scrambled for the right words.

“Mateo,” you started, voice higher than usual as you shot up from your chair. “That’s... that’s private!”

He chuckled, fiddling with the pages of the book as you approached, his eyes glinting mischievously. “Private, huh? Didn’t know you were into reading stuff like this, chica. Kinda spicy.”

You groaned, covering your face with your hands. “I’m going to kill you.”

“Oh, come on, it’s cute,” he said, sitting up now but still keeping the book just out of your grasp. “Derek and Lyra, huh? Guessing Derek’s the broody hero type and Lyra’s... a little like you?”

You froze for a moment, his words catching you off guard. The truth was, he wasn’t entirely wrong, but admitting it would only add fuel to his fire. Instead, you huffed, crossing your arms, not responding.

Gekko tilted his head, studying you with that familiar playful grin. “I mean, come on, I know you better than that,” he teased, leaning back on your bed, tossing the book up in the air before catching it again. “You and your little stories, always with the tension and the, what d'ya call it, smut? Kinda obvious if you ask me.”

Your face went beet red, reaching out to grab the book from his hands. He snapped it closed before holding it over his head, "You're gonna haf'ta get on the bed if you wanna get it."

Taking it as a challenge, you leaned forward, one knee on the edge of the bed, reaching out for the book. With a cheeky grin, he tossed the book to the bottom of the bed, grabbing your hips with both hands now free, pulling you between his legs. Your heart was hammering in your chest, but you couldn’t bring yourself to pull away. Instead, you found yourself frozen in place, unsure whether to laugh or be mortified.

“Mateo!” you exclaimed, voice coming out softer than you intended as your hands instinctively landed on his shoulders for balance.

"Yeah..." He trailed, a mischievous glint in his eyes, "Say my name again." Your mind instantly flew back to the book he was just reading, knowing exactly which scene he had been reading based off that quote he'd just stolen.

Your face went crimson at the realization, and you immediately tried to pull back, scrambling to put some space between you. You attempted to shove him off, but he wrapped his leg around yours, digging his nails into your hips, making it impossible to move.

“What's the matter, chica?” Gekko teased, his grin widening as he leaned in just a little closer, his voice low and deliberate. "Getting shy now? I thought you were all about that stuff." His mocking tone made your stomach flip, and despite yourself, you could feel the heat in your cheeks deepen.

"How many of my books have you read?" You breathed out, his hinting making you suspicious.

"While you were asleep or away on missions?" He asked smoothly, the edge of his voice dripping with mischief. He lifted his hands, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lightly grazing your skin, making it harder to ignore the sudden thrum in your chest.

"You're sick." You accused, not realizing the words could fall back right on you.

"You bought them." He replied, "Why don't we reenact, hmm?"

You immediately froze at his suggestion, heart racing as his words hit you harder than you expected. You could feel the heat crawling up your neck, your mind instantly flashing to the scenes you had read in those books, the ones you’d tried so hard to keep hidden. But now, here he was, throwing your own words back at you with that playful, infuriating grin.

At the lack of response, Gekko only leaned in closer, the smirk never leaving his face. "I mean, you read it for a reason, didn’t you?" His voice was low and teasing, and it sent an undeniable shiver down your spine. "A little fantasy… who’s to say it wouldn’t be better in real life?"

You stuttered, no words coming out, sentences a foreign concept to your embarrassment-fogged brain. Gekko's eyes flitted down to your lips, "We can start slow, mi amor..." His hand raising to brush a fallen strand behind your ear, "Work our way up to the filthy things you read."

Your breath hitched in your throat. It wasn't like you guys never had sex before, in fact, it'd almost become a tradition after missions.

"What do you mean?" You found yourself asking before you could stop it, caving into his suggestion.

Gekko smiled, hand falling back to your hip, rubbing softly against your skin. "Well," He began, feigning a pensive look, "We can start with a kiss, work our way to taking our clothes off, maybe I'll eat you eat, and then, hmm," Your eyes widened at the dirty words that came from his mouth, he'd never talked to you like this before, "I can fuck the life out of you."

"Mateo..." You breathed out, not knowing what to say as he said the words so casually.

His head tilted to the side, pretend confusion etching his brows. "What?" He asked innocently, an undeniable lull to his voice that made your head spin. "I’m just giving you exactly what you want, what you’ve read. You know, it’s funny—when you read about it, it’s all fantasy. But now that it’s here, in front of you? Suddenly you’re not so sure."

"Stop messing with me," you muttered, trying to regain some semblance of control, but the words felt hollow. You couldn’t focus. Not with him so close, his presence so overwhelming, his teasing words wrapping around you like a chain.

He smirked, a knowing glint in his eyes. "Why would I stop? You like it." His voice was smooth, dripping with confidence, and it made you want to argue, to push him away, but at the same time, there was something about it that made you hesitate. "You know you want it..." His eyes flickered to your lips once again, contemplating smashing his against yours so suddenly. "So," He began, "What do you say?"

You held your breath, debating whether or not to continue the banter, but your debate was cut short. Gekko had made his decision.

His lips crashed against yours, his hands pulling your hips forward, bodies finally flushed against one another. You let out a content moan against his mouth, feeling his lips curl into a devious grin.

He pulled back, your lips already turning red, "Why don't we flip over, hmm?" Without an answer, he playfully rolled his eyes, hands tightening on your hips before you whipped the two of you around with his strong arms.

Your back hit the mattress hard, almost getting whiplash from the movement. You let out a soft yelp, soon muffled by his lips one more crashing against yours. He wasn't much of a talker during sex outside of the occasional pet names, so this was a full 180 from your normal encounters. It was almost as if he'd been studying.

Your lips moved in perfect sync with each other, hands in tandem as yours fell around the back of his neck.

He pushed your hips harder in the mattress, all his weight focused on pushing you down. Breaking away from the kiss, his head fell forward, hissing as he grinded downwards onto you ever so slowly. Your hands pulled at the short green strands of his hair, trying desperately to get his lips on yours once more.

He stopped the movement of his hips, one hand detaching from them to reach up, digging a ball of your hair down into the pillow, casting your head back. "Patience." He almost growled, and you sank into his touch. You'd never seen this side of him, something akin to primal.

His movements were still so slow, leaning downwards to attach his lips to your neck. Oh, you were going to get in trouble. Deep purple marks began encasing your skin, and you knew no amount of makeup would dare cover it. But you couldn't bring yourself to complain.

Again, his hips found themselves digging into yours, a guttural moan leaving your lips. You could feel him through his pants, almost bursting at the seams.

You couldn't move your hips as his one hand dug into the skin, leaving yourself at his complete and utter disposal. His grinding grew slightly faster as he pulled away from your neck, sitting up and letting go of your hips and hair.

You sat up too, conflicted as the loss of friction. You lips were now swollen, neck bruised and battered.

"Lay back down." He commanded, puling his shirt off his head, revealing his toned chest and abs.

You laid back, watching as the scenes you'd read over and over were brought to life. He reached forward, tugging at the waistband of your sweats, them coming off easily.

You were left in nothing but your underwear and sweatshirt, that you now fortunately realized you weren't wearing anything under.

He climbed back onto the bed in nothing but his boxers, his arms reaching under your thighs to encase them around his head as he kissed gently atop the fabric covering your clit. You moaned softly, grinding upwards into his mouth, his hot breath adding a tingling sensation.

His nails dug into your plush thighs, warning you not to do that again, but you simply couldn't help it. You grinded up once more, the wetness between your legs growing by the second. His nails dug in even harder, leaving crescent shaped markings in your skin. He licked your panties, leaving you whimpering.

"Mateo, please." You begged, not even quite understanding what you were asking for.

He pulled back, leaving you squirming. "Tell me, corazón," He purred, "What is it you want?"

"Hnng—" You swiveled your hips upward, never being talked to like this before, you weren't sure how exactly to answer.

"Use your words." He said smugly, placing his lips back over your clothed clit. Using his skilled tongue, he looped it under the hemline, moving it to side, licking a long strip up your slit.

"Please..." You said again, a hand falling down to push down on his head.

Gekko cleared his throat, looking up at you warningly. The shift in his demeanor was subtle but undeniable, his teasing grin replaced by something sharper, more intense. Gekko tilted his head slightly, his eyes meeting yours with a look that made your breath hitch.

You let go of his hair, letting your hand fall above your head, shifting under his gaze.

As if getting back to business, Gekko leaned his head back down, sucking hungrily on your clit. Flames burst in your stomach, the sensation so sudden it caught you off guard. "Mateo, baby..."

He hummed against your heat, sending tingles up throughout your body. You hand fisted the pillow behind your head, this time unable to squirm against his newly hardened grasp on your thighs.

You held your lip tightly between your teeth, trying to not let a moan slip out. His tongue pushed within you, and all thoughts vanished from your mind. You let go of you lip, letting out a loud gasp.

"There we go." He murmured against your core before getting back to work, licking faster against you. "Let me hear you."

He brought his thumb from your thighs to circle your clit, the combined feeling driving your mind haywire leaving your body jolting as you struggled to control your breathing. You shuddered as his took in a breath before getting back at it, the cool feeling leaving your hips grinding upwards.

Your stomach began to tighten as he worked, signaling you were getting closer and closer to the edge. He noticed your abs flex, smirking against your core as he pulled back. "Mateo!" You whined, irritated he denied you.

He unclasped his arms from your thighs, moving completely off the bed, standing and looking at you expectantly. "Go on, you know what to do."

Remembering the scene he'd been playing out thus far, your eyes glinted. Finally, you weren't so intimidated, because at least this part you were used too.

You scoot to the edge of the bed, pulling his boxers down with practiced ease. His cock sprang free, and you could never, even after a year of your relationship, get used to his size.

He fully stepped out from his boxers, leaving them tossed on the floor haphazardly. His hand wrapped around the back of your head, entwined with your hair in a ball. He pulled you forward, your lips colliding with his dick, knees hitting the floor.

He groaned as you licked up the bottom, not breaking eye contact with the beautiful man before you. You took in the tip, sucking gently as you always did. But he wasn't satisfied, not this time.

Putting both hands behind your hand, he pulls your neck forward roughly, his dick hitting the back of your throat.

You almost choked, putting your hands on his hips, trying to push him away. He growled, refusing to let you pull away. "C'mon chica, be a good girl."

His praise was unexpected, and you almost couldn't believe your ears. You moaned around his cock, him throwing his head back at the sensation before thrusting into your throat repeatedly.

A slew of moans and groans left his throat, you'd never heard him be this vocal. "So close..." He trailed, and you tried pulling off, trying to give him the same treatment he did to you. "Not a chance, hermosa."

With a few final thrusts, fucking your mouth almost violently, he came down your throat. He finally let you pull off, coughing as spit drooled down your chin.

He didn't even give you time to catch his breath before his hand smacked against your cheek, him heaving. Your hand flew up to cradle your face, and you looked up at him shocked.

His hardened expression turned to concern, before he noticed that your eyes were dark with lust. "Fuck me." You said lowly.

"Beg for it." He replied without missing a beat, pushing you back harshly onto the bed, legs spread open just for him.

You looked ip at him, gulping. Again, you'd never seen him so, dominant.

Gekko laughed, almost menacingly after your refusal to answer, "What'd I say, chica?" Your breath was knocked from your chest as his hand flew to your neck, squeezing tightly. "Do I need to remind you?"

"M-Mateo, please." You whined, "I need you, I need you to touch me, be inside me, anything! I'll take anything and everything you give me, just please. Please..."

"Say the words, princessa." Gekko grinned, "Get filthy."

"Fill me up—" You looked at him, squirming at the edge of the bed, aching for him inside you. You could tell he felt the same, as his cock twitched before your core. "With your cum."

He quirked a brow, challenging you to continue.

"Breed me." You finally said, all dignity out of the window but this point.

"Attagirl." He said, leaning down to kiss you, one hand still around your throat as the other grabbed his own cock, rubbing it against your slick, pulsing folds.

You threw your head back, already feeling full as he edged himself halfway in. Your mouth then fell open as he rammed fully into you, stretching you out deliciously.

He wasn't gentle. Not this time.

"Such a pretty girl," He huffed as he thrusted into you to no end, "Hugging my cock so well— ugh." Gekko groaned as your pussy tightened around him, your abs flexing once more.

He smiled, sweat falling from his forehead onto your chest. Your eyes rolled back as he leaned forward, all the while pounding hard, as his tongue trailed its way around your breasts.

"You belong to me." Gekko declared, grabbing your legs and forcing them over his shoulders. His hands found themselves wrapped on the front of your thighs, pulling your body into his as he fucked you.

Lewd sounds left your mouth, harmonizing with the grunts falling from Gekko's. "Mateo, Mateo, Mateo..." You chanted, words blurring together from your cock drunkenness, the only thing you could fully understand was the man railing you.

"Yes, hermosa?" He huffed out, somehow getting even faster.

"Gonna... gonna..." You couldn't think straight as his hips smacked roughly against yours.

"Go on, tell me how you feel." Gekko demanded, his word slightly breathless as he angled his hips, hitting your g-spot repeatedly, intensifying the pleasure he'd been giving you.

"Gonna cum." You forced the words past your lips as your eyes screwed shut.

"Good girl..." He trailed, huffing and puffing as he came close to his own close. "Such— a— good— girl—" Each word was punctuated by a thrust, your abs flexing tightly, squeezing your walls against him.

Electrified burning flames erupted in your stomach, eyes rolling so far back into your head as your squirted over his cock and lower stomach. It began dripping down, following the lines of his abs.

With a final grunt, he felt himself shooting ropes of white liquid within you, slowly fucking into you as he finished. A few more strokes and he collapsed atop you, a sheen of sweat covering his whole body. His hand reached up to cup your face, thumb stroking your face. "How do you feel, mi amor?"

Your body shuddered, "S'good." You panted, "So, so, good."

Gekko pushed himself off of you, you whining as you missed the heat from his body. "Don't worry. Just running a bath and getting you some water."

You hummed as you felt fabric drag along your nether regions, cleaning you up. Your body twitched slightly as a blanket was tucked over you, eyes opening slightly to see your beautiful boyfriend cleaning up himself.

"I love you, Teo." You murmured.

"I love you too, hermosa." Gekko paused, looking at you sweetly. Your boy was back. "Was that okay?"

"More than."

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You walked into the cafeteria, Gekko's arm falling over your shoulder.

"AHAHA!" Your eyes snapped over to see Neon, doubled over in laughter. She tried stifling it with a hand over her mouth, but it couldn't cover the loud laughter.

Your brows furrowed as you glanced between Neon and Gekko, who was clearly amused by the situation. "What’s so funny?" you asked, though you had a sinking feeling you weren’t going to like the answer.

Neon straightened up slightly, still chuckling as she pointed toward the two of you. "You! And him!” She barely got the words out before dissolving into another fit of laughter, tears forming in the corners of her eyes.

“What about us?” you asked, your voice laced with suspicion, glancing up at Gekko, who just shrugged, feigning ignorance but couldn't hide the smirk.

Neon clutched her sides, barely able to contain herself. "You two didn’t even try to hide it!" she gasped between bursts of laughter, her finger pointing directly at your neck.

Your hand flew up instinctively, brushing over your skin, and you froze when you realized what she was referring to. You'd totally forgotten. Heat flooded your face as your eyes darted to Gekko, who was sporting the smuggest grin imaginable. "Mateo..." you hissed, your voice low and threatening.

He had the audacity to look innocent, though his mischievous eyes betrayed him. "What? Don’t look at me like that, chica. You didn’t say I had to be careful."

Neon practically fell over, laughing even harder. "Careful?! Oh my god, Gekko, you left a trail! It’s like you wanted everyone to know!"

You glared at him, your face burning hotter by the second. "I am going to kill you," you muttered through gritted teeth, smacking his arm.

Gekko just chuckled, raising his hands in mock surrender. "Hey, it’s not my fault you’re irresistible," he said smoothly, leaning in slightly.

Neon finally managed to catch her breath, wiping a tear from her eye. "Oh, this is so going in the group chat. Everyone’s gonna lose it!"

"Neon, don’t you dare!" you exclaimed, reaching for her phone as she cackled and took off sprinting. You huffed as you knew there was no chance you'd catch her, and now the fear of facing Brimstone kicked in.

#valorant #valorant x reader #valorant fanfiction #gekko valorant #gekko x reader #gekko x you #gekko #gekko smut #valorant smut #gekkosgirl writes

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limblesstar · 6 months ago

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odysseus the line cook au

odysseus is a line cook, 40 years old, hasnt gotten a promotion in the decade hes worked there

coworker is diomedes, fresh(ish) out of culinary school, head chef , 27

odysseus is not very fond of this fact

its a fine dining restaurant, they do not act like it is.

boss is circe who cannot stand any of them,

their manager is hermes, he is chill with everything going on, doesnt really care as long as the kitchen is clean and they get dishes out. too busy smoking weed. could of had his own restaurant but didnt want the responsibility

married to penelope whos a professor in textile materials and technology, busy teaching and grading papers usually.

odysseus and diomedes have a very weird hot work situationship, his wife is very okay with it. odysseus is in love with him

theyre just bros, its not gay to fuck in the walk in freezer

what they do depends on the day and how much they can get away with.

penelope actually wants diomedes to move in so he 1. pays bills 2. she can pawn telemachus onto him 3. wants to know whats up

odysseus chain smokes on his break. he desperately wants to quit because his wife thinks its kind of gross and second hand smoke but he just cant kick the habit

lives in an apartment complex, absolute girlfailure.

poor relationship with father, could of been the greatest nepo baby but dropped out of his degree in commerce to go to culinary school

THIEF AND A LIAR

house is filled with equipment from his work, biggest thing hes stolen is a stand mixer that he convinced circe he threw out because it was broken. everything in his fridge is stored in a stolen quart container

doesnt steal any produce because he thinks its poor quality

ACTIVELY HATES CUSTOMERS

if diomedes wasn't there odysseus would be spitting in peoples food (he does it if the customers piss him off enough and if diomedes isnt looking)

maternal family has mob connections that he doesnt use (he can do it on his own)

on his off day he likes to bbq on his balcony to the displeasure of all his neighbours. hangs out with his son too

#odydio #odysseus #diomedes #penelope #tagamemnon #linecook au #i guess im the guy for this now #me and my gc came up with this together #s/o to eli mars and scan #n.txt #we all just LOVE odysseus #the king of ithaca is a girlfailure #i might actually have to write this now #we actually talked about this while two of them played valorant of all fucking games

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crimsonbubble · 2 years ago

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Thigh riding and dirty talk with the val guys 🙏

cw. nsfw, gn!reader, thigh riding, praise, degradation, overstimulation, marking, poorly translated languages *not proofread, just pure brainrot

[breach isn't here bc I just didn't want to write for him :// this is so rushed and half assed im sorry 😭😭]

MINORS DNI!!

brimstone (daddy issues popped out with this one yikes)

a sweetheart

literally so attentive

does the work for you

holds you against him as he rocks your hips against his thigh

"atta boy/girl, doing so good baby."

chamber

cocky mf

he either sits back and watches you do all the work

or literally can't sit still and guides your hips over his thigh

loves watching you melt into him when he guides your hips to ride out your orgasm

likes when your nails dig into his shoulders when he keeps your hips moving after your first orgasm

"you can give me one more, right mon ange (my angle)?" "be good for me and give me one more, pour que je puisse m'occuper de toi. (so I can take care of you)."

cypher

good mix of degradation and praise

loves to see you get all flustered when you rub against him

lives for the way you get flustered and hide your face behind your hand

"oh come on, is that the best you can do?"

harbor

his focus is on you

forget about him

let him take care of you

holds you so carefully

rubs your back as his hands follow the movements of your hips

"don't worry about me, let's focus on you, yea?"

kay/o

he's a robot therefore he vibrates

I feel like you'd have to like show him porn or smth to get him to understand the concept of dirty talk

but I feel like he'd be a little stiff with it, not really sure what to do

but give him time to research and study a bit and he'll get the hang of it

"take it easy, just like that."

omen

so touchy

literally wants you to cling to him

like just bury yourself into his arms as you pleasure yourself on him

lets out soft grumbles that can only be considered as some form of purring

"my sweetling, so good to me."

phoenix

literally does not know when to shut up

will run his mouth about how good you look and how well you're doing

easiest way to shut him up is to kiss him

the easiest way to keep him quiet is to make out with him

not just a few short kisses

I mean full sloppy kisses, desperate grabbing at each other and feeling all over one another

"c'mon baby, do it for me." "fuck, you're so good to me."

sova

an absolute sweetheart like brim

he'll keep his hands on your thighs as you rut against him

he'll take over when you start whining and slowing down

praise praise praise

sova loves seeing how your cheeks grow warmer and how you hide your face when he tells you how pretty you look

"such a good boy/girl for me, дорогой (sweetheart)." "its okay, I've got you, keep going for me, малыш (baby)

yoru

mixes praise and degradation like he's a fckn chef or smth

gets off on you rutting against his thigh as much as you're getting off to you rutting on his thigh

hickeys upon hickeys

love bites upon love bites

he can't keep his mouth off you

"look at the mess you made on me, you little whore." "fuck you look so pretty like this, fuckin use me, c'mon."

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cypher05 · 10 months ago

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so about that eclipse. huh.

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chartreuxhue · 11 months ago

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Belt Tugging - Sova

This was an idea I mid val game and then was like wait I can write that, so I did!!! Enjoy

Pairing: Sova x GN! Reader

Warnings: Kindaa suggestive;) not proof read

The sight of the blonde man in regular clothes caught you off guard. Clothes that you've seen in the closet but never thought he’d wear. His hair tied back in his normal updo; a green turtle neck, folded and brown pants. HIs boots in one hand while his coat was in the other.

“Where are you all dressed up?”

He placed his boots down, setting his coat on a nearby surface before answering.

“To protocol before maybe going to the store.”

His answer was short and to the point, at least that's what your brain heard. Eyes never leaving the black leather belt he wore, perfectly holding his pants up and in place. HIs voice went on, tuned out in your ears as you mind ran with ideas for that belt. He stood at arms length to you. Your hands reached towards the leather as you stood. The movement caught his attention rather late. Your fingers latching onto the time, dipping in and pulling him towards you. Your own body still until you could no longer pull him any closer. You stood on your tippy toes to latch onto his lips. His breath hitching, stomach contracting under the sudden action. Your lips moving in unison. His hands moved to grab your waist, pulling you any closer to him. You pull back but he follows, lips still attached in fear of letting go of the moment. You’re stuck, unable to pull back any further, stuck breathing in his intoxicating smell and feeling his body being pushed against yours.

He pulls back when he’s ready, letting go of the greed that filled his soul when you started the kiss. A sigh leaving his lips as rested his forehead on yours. His eyes closed as he tried to restrain himself.

“I must go see Brim.”

He paused, a little disappointment settling in your stomach. Your grip on his belt loosening a bit.

“But he is gonna have to wait.”

The bitter taste of disappointment melting away before being replaced wish a burning desire. His hands quickly moved to grab you thighs and pull you up, roughly setting you on the closest surface. He leaned in to kiss you, and that's when you knew he wasn’t letting you go for the rest of the night.

#chartreux writing #valorant #valorant x reader #sova #sova x reader #valorant sova #sova novikov #valorant x you #sova valorant #valorant sova x reader

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itlogricky · 4 months ago

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seneitut · 2 years ago

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i know that most of your fics are more with sub gekko but.. do u also have some dom gekko fics? i wanna see how u would write him in that position hehe

“Obssesion”

[Gekko x F!Reader]

Words: 3.1K

Tags: NSFW +18, fully smut, fluff , touching, vaginal sex, service top!Gekko, Sub!Reader, Missionary, Cowgirl, Consent (bcs is sexy), mentions of obsession, couple in love so much love.

[HAVE YOU SEEN THE TRAILER FOR THE NEW VALORANT CHAMPIONSHIP VIDEO??? IT HAS GEKKO, AND HE LOOKS SO HANDSOME MY GOD SOMEONE HOLD ME BACK BARBKAFBKAFBARK]

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Gekko’s hands are cold to the touch when he roams your thighs with a slow caress, trembling slightly when you part your legs so he can settle between them easily.

His breathing gets uneven when his hazel eyes travel up your naked body, splaying beautifully under him, and he gulps down his nervousness when you direct him a soft smile.

From the tips of your toes, to your knees and above, he devours the sight with hunger and dripping with lust.

Flustered, his cock twitches in between his legs watching your glistening folds and how moist it has gotten, that he licks his lips unconsciously.

Gods, he wants to eat you up, dive in and drown between your legs if possible.

This carnal passion has been burning him from the inside the moment your clothes began to fall to the floor; piece by piece, layer by layer, he unraveled you until you were bare and ready to give yourselves to each other in this dance of love.

To hear your screams, moaning his name and chasing after the good feeling without reprieve. For you to hold his head in place, pushing him against your sex while he sucks and licks you up, thrusting his tongue and feeling your walls clamp on him from the pleasure he can only provide to you.

This all will stop being the fantasies he's created throughout the time he's known you. All the images and possible scenarios where you both make frenzied love, collecting them in his brain for his every night routine when he jacks off to the thought of you, this is all gonna be real for him.

But for that, he has to take the first step, even if he is dying with anxiety.

“May I?” he asks, both of his thumbs are massaging your navel. There is a tinge of shyness in his voice that melts your heart with tenderness.

You are unable to deny him anything.

“Of course, love.”

Grinning softly, he moves his hand up your chest, caressing your skin with carefulness and hovering under your breasts, massaging the mounds with timidness.

He rolls your nipples between his fingertips in a brave attempt to pleasure you, pinching them until he has you gasping and has the time to go down and kiss you between the valley of your breasts softly.

Whining, you raise your hips, searching desperately for some friction and for Mateo to stop teasing you so endearly. He smiles, the blush on his face intensifies when you pout at him and he winks playfully; you cannot help but go wild with love for this silly man.

Reaching for his face, you encourage him to lean on, enticing and tempting as you look, it is impossible for him to not obey your silent requests. Slotting your mouths together, Gekko drowns in the feeling, sighing in pleasure when your nails racks down his back in a possessive hold and your legs cages him against your body.

His arms find purchase next to your head when you bite his lip softly, tongue making its way into his mouth, making him lightheaded and almost lose his composure.

Kissing him feels like a fever dream, an experience out of this world with how giddy and enamored you fall under his charm and taste. He reciprocates the kiss with the same fervor and passion, tongue toying with yours, fighting for a dominance he knows he can easily get but letting you take the lead.

Your hips fit one upon the other, grinding with slow movements until his member slides in between your lower lips, covering it in your juices, and making pressure against your clit that sends shivers down your spine. Gekko’s hips stutter at one specific thrust, gasping into your mouth and weight wavering on top of you.

Your hands caress his arms, toned and muscled, covered in beautiful tattoos framing it way up to his neck until you have your whole world in your palms.

Despite burning with desire and lust clouding your mind, you take your time to look into his eyes, gazing lovingly and longing, trying to get him back from the clouds and attention on you.

“I love you.” you whisper, thumbs soothing his skin with tenderness. “I'm so in love with you, Teo.”

Mateo’s eyes water at your words, smiling brightly and kissing your lips with eagerness. Your words bring a sense of accomplishment that has his heart bursting with so much love that he cannot help but let a tear roll by his cheek.

He laughs then, peppering your face with tiny kisses to avoid being so emotional over some significant words to him—he goes for your cheeks, mouth and temple, smooching them with the same amount of affection till he has you giggling with delight.

“I love you too.”

Hovering over your lips, he kisses you with gentleness. Your hands go around his shoulder, chest against chest, hot skin pressed against your hot skin, mouths slothing together and hips sliding the bare minimum to get the stimulation going.

Getting a spike of boldness, Gekko thrusts his hips against yours, the underside of his cock stimulating your clit with the harsh movement you groan against his lips.

Moaning loudly, you raise your pelvis, chasing after the pleasurable feeling and making circular motions with your hips. Mateo's half-lidded eyes watches you with desire dripping from every ounce of his body, getting back to his kneeling position and holding your hips still.

“Chica mala,” he whispers. The pet name makes you feel unspeakable things, surprisingly. “Stop moving so much, you're making this harder.”

His broad hands squeezes your sides affectionately, moving upwards until he's cupping your breasts firmly against his palms this time. Thumbs run over the hardened nipples, enticing more beautiful sounds from your mouth that has his cock twitching in anticipation; he decides to tease you further, sucking one of your breasts inside his mouth.

“Mateo!”

His tongue circles around the areola, sucking softly and pulling the nipple with his teeth. His right hand rolls the other nipple between his fingertips, pinching softly and grabbing the mound to ground himself. He repeats the motions once, twice, until you are squirming under his weight and dripping wet.

You thrash under his ministrations, chanting his name softly while he abuses your chest as much as he wants and marks every inch of skin with his love bites and hickeys.

The skin is his canvas, and he's never felt more like an artist decorating every part with his watermark, watching his marks bloom into existence against your tender skin—bruising a shade darker than your color skin; from your neck down your chest and, maybe, if you'd let him, between your thighs.

He's in love, he feels so much love and passion and want and desire; Gekko never thought it was possible to be this infatuated with someone, this desperate and melting from the inside seeing your pleading face look up at him, as if he could hang the moon and stars for you.

Gekko has never been the one to be this obsessed with anybody, but there's always a first time for everything.

Kissing your temple, he rests his forehead against yours, pants intermingling and his hazel eyes boring deep into your eyes.

“You’re so pretty.” he whispers, smiling softly. You whine embarrassed, it only fuels him to keep going. “Tan bella, dulce, mi amor, mi vida.”

You’ve heard him say those things to you before with different layers of meaning. Each time he would explain, with an embarrassed smile and cheeks flushed, what it means to him when he calls you by those pet names. It is endearing when he fumbles with his words and actions.

But this time, his slurred voice, deeply whispering promises of love without a single layer of shyness, only lust clouding his eyes and desire pouring from his voice while his hand touches every inch of your skin—it sets you on fire.

“I can’t believe this is happening.” He raises up, hovering over your body menacingly. His eyes never leave yours. “Finalmente eres mía.”

Sobbing, your hands lay against his pecs, massaging the muscle with tenderness, “Mateo—I can't wait anymore.”

Huffing a laugh, his big hands roam your legs to your thighs, up to the curves in your stomach and squeezing. You whine, embarrassed, but he reassures you with a soft smile and a whisper of: beautiful, while he touches you shamelessly.

“Are you sure you want this?” he asks, his thumb reaches your lower lip, caressing it softly.

Nodding your head, you kiss the digit, holding onto his hand and letting it roam down to your chest until he grabs the mounds with desire.

“I can wait a little longer.” He continues, watching the moment desperation hits your eyes.

He’s bluffing, of course, because he can no longer contain his need to make love to you. The head of his cock is oozing of pre-cum, hard as rock and wanting to be engulfed in your warm walls. His hips are still, his heavy member resting against your outer lips and coating itself with your own desire; it is tempting to go for it when you’re this wide open for him, so vulnerable, so eager.

Is like having a pretty present he isn’t allowed to have yet. It heighnes his want, the tension in the air and how appetizing you’re starting to look the longer he holds back.

“I need it, please.” You’re begging him at this point, grinding against his member. But is not enough, “Fuck me, use me, do whatever you want, but please, give me some relief.”

Sighing, Mateo squeezes your breast before freeing his hand to grip onto your hip and guides the tip of his cock to your entrance, testing the waters and only applying certain pressure to keep you on your toes.

Groaning, you hold onto his wrist, desperation swimming in your eyes, "Mateo, now, please.”

The tension leaves your body when he finally shelters inside your warm cunt, inserting himself slowly and enjoying every little reaction he gets from you. The tightness in which you’re gripping his cock is enough to send his eyes rolling back, mouth open and soft groans of pleasure flowing from his mouth.

Gekko can’t help it, hips stuttering when he’s fully in, he moans your name, completely entranced in the way you’re locked together in this intimate way.

This isn't the first time for you, and he's known that. You've had sex before, you have the experience he lacks, but that doesn’t deter the pride swallowing him from the inside when he sees the mess you’re in right now. And all because of him.

Your eyes are glazed over, watching him through blurry eyes and every single touch or feeling heightened to its limits. Face warm, nipples perked up and your cunt trying to suck him in, you wonder what the fuck did Mateo do to reduce you to this puddle of lust under him.

Having had sex before, you know how it is to be fucked or simply used for other’s pleasure.

But then why, why does being penetrated by Mateo felt so fucking good and different when he’s never done this before?

His hips have started moving in and out, slowly, to get a feel of this new sensation and experience. Dragging his heavy cock out of your pussy, and inserting himself with a quick slap against your pelvis sends jolts of pleasure to the both of you.

“Oh!” You whine, eyes wide open this time.

Mateo reaches for your hands, clasping them together on top of your head while his other hand raises your leg above his shoulder to have a better position. He starts a fast rhythm, smacking his hips against yours on a deafening slaps of skins.

With the new position, his cock inside of you reaches your insides in ways you’ve never felt before; it makes you see stars every time the head of his member hits your g-spot in every thrust and Mateo groans in tandem with that deep voice of his.

His face warms heavily watching your breasts bounce with his movements, feeling like a pervert with just observing them and switching his focus from your face, the erotic expressions you're making to your cunt drooling out.

Gasping, Mateo buries his head in your neck, mouthing the skin and biting down more marks to decorate the already purpling bruises.

“Teo, teo! Harder!” You break free from his hold, and your hands fly to the back of his head and aim his mouth to yours to kiss him passionately. Your right hand holds onto his broad shoulder, racking down your nails as he slows down his movements to make his thrusts deeper and harder.

Mateo is enjoying himself a lot.

Tasting your lips against his mouth, hands pawing all over his body in need and want, and one of your legs holding him in place; Gekko has never felt more desired in his entire life than now, and is such an ego boost because it's you who wants him in the bed, sharing this passionate moment and vulnerability.

The woman of his dreams, the one he’s been pining for so long, the one to reciprocate his feelings; he can almost feel the tears gathering on his eyes with the overwhelming sensations of love and pleasure clouding his mind.

“I love you so much.” he whispers against your lips, groaning your name in gasps. The hold on your leg in his shoulder is wavering at the same time his snapping hips are losing the constant rhythm in which he fucks you. “I want you to ride me, can you do that for me, love? I want you bouncing on my cock.”

You nod desperately, letting him manhandle you while changing positions.

Letting go of your leg, Mateo makes some distance to help you sit up properly before laying down himself.

You climb on top of him fast, already guiding his still hard cock to your entrance and not giving him a chance to say anything but moan in surprise when you slam down your hips against his.

Bouncing as fast as you can, you open your legs to give him the full view of your pussy being penetrated over and over again by him and holding your weight against his thighs.

His reaction is such a price, face beet red and hands pawing over your legs to your hips and stomach, he doesn't know where to grab you from nor do with his actions. Mateo never expected you to be this wild when it comes to pleasuring; but refuses to reject the full experience if it's with you.

The tightening coil inside his lower belly is approaching fastly. The head of his cock brushes once again against your core, making you moan his name and ride his dick with wild abandon to help him chase his first climax with you.

You don't mind waiting once again, you don't mind letting him cum inside of you if it means he's going to be happy and satisfied. You love Gekko deeply, you love him so much you would do anything for this man.

And he proves, once again, that he loves you with the same fervor and passion.

One of his hands helps you steady the rhythm of your snapping hips, with him timing his thrusts against your pussy to make it harder and deeper. His right hand goes straight to your clitoris and begins masturbating you alongside the smacking of skins.

Giving yourself up, you scream his name to the gods above, your own climax approaching rapidly with how skillful Mateo is with his fingers rolling on your little nub of pleasure and how good his cock is drilling inside of you.

“Mateo! More, more, I'm close!” You whine loudly when the thrusts become only grinding against his pelvis, too tired to keep jumping.

This new position gives you all the stimulation you need to reach your first orgasm of the night, though, screeching his name and holding onto his chest for leverage while riding the climax rocking your body and its core.

Closing your eyes, stars burst under your eyelids while riding the sensation of breaking apart and being so full at the same time.

Mateo is not far behind, both of his hands helping your movements until he bursts inside your warm walls, coating the insides with his seed and groaning your name in a soft whisper.

The both of you grind against each other with soft movements until overstimulation runs down your systems, and only then, you stop completely to slump on top of him; his softened cock still buried inside you.

Panting heavily, Gekko kisses the top of your head, a silly smile adorning his features and hands massaging your sweaty back for some comfort. Cheek against his chest, your hands run up to his neck so your finger toys with his pretty earring hanging from the earlobe.

“That was amazing, love.” He mutters, voice completely honeyed with satisfaction and loaded with affection. “You felt amazing.”

“Hmm, did you have fun?” you ask. He nods eagerly.

“I've been wanting to do this with you for a long time.” Confessing his deepest secret doesn't embarrass him as much, the deed has been done, what is there to hold back? “You are so gorgeous, how could I even resist you?”

“How filthy, pretty boy.” Biting your lower lip, you hum to yourself. “I wonder what else goes through that head of yours.

Laughing gravely, his eyelids drop slightly, the corner of his lips tugs in a teasing smirk. “Want to find out, gorgeous?”

“So eager for another round?”

“I'm eager for you.”

Flustered, you warm at his words. “Is that so?”

Mateo doesn't waste a second to lock eyes with you and for his hands to start roaming your naked body on top of his. If it weren't for the post-orgasmic experience, you would have bet anything to confirm his irises looked like hearts watching your every move, too entranced, too enamored.

“Why don't you jump right here and test the waters, hm?” He asks, licking his lips. “I bet it is uncomfortable having my cum buried deep inside your pussy. Let me help you with that.”

Spent but interested, you let him help you kneel on top of his mouth, wide open and pierced tongue peeking out playfully when your cunt hovers closer to his wanting lips.

“You're gonna need to hold onto something if you wanna stay up there.” He warns, you raise a brow at that. “You're not leaving until I milk you dry, mi amor.”

#I cant see gekko as dom nor write him as such uNLESS is some sort of Yandere gekko but even then he will be more of the service top #idk i feel like he loves way too hard to let it be just infatuation #gekko x reader #seneitut writes #valorant fanfiction #gekko smut #hope you like it!!!!!!

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smokedancer25 · 5 months ago

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i think i served with this one

#valorant #clove valorant #clove x gekko valorant #clove x gekko #valorant fanfic #valorant writing #valorant fanfiction #gekko valorant #valorant au #gekko #writing #flowers

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sovasleepy · 11 months ago

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since one of sova’s eyes is fake i would like to think that while the whole “your partners eyes dilate when they look at you” thing is somewhat true for him too, it’s not for the same reasons. the little camera in his fake eye just… studies your features instead. if you pay attention, you can see the way the lens gets bigger and smaller and darts around your face sometimes

#need to write for him hnngng #; from riki #valorant #sova x reader

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art-missy · 5 months ago

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Damn.

Iso was an attractive guy. Decent and respectful, skilled and humble, gentle and eye-candy. Everything in him screamed 'handsome'. You noticed that when you first met him, and since you two started to date, you were bathing in the warmth of his casual tenderness. He was a master of quality time. And it was by spending a lot of tender moments with him that you discovered one of his many hidden talents : making you flustered.

He did it so naturally, so effortlessly, that he wasn't even conscious of it.

The soft grunts and huffs he let out as your hands skillfully massaged his wide back —was it you or did he really get buffer ?— made you feel like the most wicked being on this universe. You almost drooled when you reminded yourself that you were straddling his hips. The weight of his hoodie on your shoulders and the sent of his cologne teasing your nose slowly made you feel like jelly. Was it how victorian men felt when they had a glimpse of a woman's ankle ?

"Are you good back there ?" he hummed, his voice muffled by the pillows.

Damn.

His voice.

"Shut up," your breath was shaky. "You're not helping."

You kept massaging his back, less and less focused when you suddenly heard him chuckling. You noticed him staring at you with an amused glint in his eyes.

"What ?" you asked.

"Nothing."

In the blink of an eye, you were suddenly pinned down, his fingers teasingly pinching your cheek.

"可爱的," he murmured in awe.

He looked at you with these pretty eyes that you loved so much, powerful but undescribable emotions screaming in his gaze. You felt your heart beating so fast that you were surprised he wasn't teasing you about it.

"Damn," you murmured.

He pressed a soft and reverential kiss on your cheek and resumed on admiring you. You sometimes wondered how on Earth you got lucky enough to date such an amazing person.

Unbeknownst to you, so did Iso.

"Your turn, now," he said with his usual calm tone. "You're tense."

可爱的 — Kě'ài de = adorable.

#valorant x reader #valorant imagines #valorant fanfiction #valorant fluff #valorant iso x reader #iso x reader #li zhao yu #li zhao yu x reader #iso #iso valorant #valorant iso #★nana is writing…

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gekkosgirl · 3 months ago

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a kiss | gekko.

summary: gekko, after freaking out about the intial text about it, meets up with you at the mall to help out with decorating your room

pairing: gekko (mateo) x gn!reader

cw: SFW! mild language, pda (kinda awk), teasing(?)

notes: wrote this one pretty quickly, but still love it nonetheless. just so you can get inside my mind, i was listening to >one - greater than one by valorant and ericdoa (literally gekko's song)

word count: 1.8k

Gekko nearly tripped over his skateboard when his phone buzzed in his pocket. He fished it out with a quick swipe and saw your name light up the screen. The moment he read your text—"Hey Mateo, wanna hit the mall with me? Thinking of sprucing up my room a bit. Could use your help!"—his heart skipped a beat.

A grin spread across his face so fast that it made him look ridiculous, but he didn’t care. “No way,” he muttered to himself, rereading the text just to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.

Without thinking, he sprinted to Reyna, who was chilling on the couch in the living room, scrolling through her phone. “Yo, Rey! Look at this!” he blurted out, practically shoving the phone in her face.

She raised an eyebrow, pulling her face back a little before focusing on the screen. A slow, knowing smile spread across her lips as she handed the phone back to him. “Aw, mira nomás. They’re asking you out,” she teased, leaning back with an exaggerated sigh. “My little Mateo’s all grown up.”

“It’s not a date,” Gekko shot back, his cheeks tinting pink as he tried—and failed—to suppress his excitement. “They just want help. You know, picking stuff out.” He flipped his phone over in his hands nervously. “I mean, that’s cool, right? Like, it’s normal.”

Reyna snorted. “Yeah, normal for someone who likes you,” she said, crossing her arms. “Just don’t do anything dumb, and por favor, don’t forget to actually listen to them. Got it?”

“Yeah, yeah, I got it!” Gekko said quickly, typing out a response with speed that would make Dizzy jealous.

“Bet! Meet you at 3? Can’t wait, it’s gonna be dope!”

As soon as the message sent, he jumped up like he’d just scored a game-winning goal. Reyna rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide her smile as she watched him grab his jacket.

“Don’t forget your phone,” she called after him, the boy in such a hurry he almost tripped over himself turning to grab it off the table he’d just set it down at. “And don’t forget to be safe on your date,” she added with a smirk.

Gekko paused mid-stride, groaning dramatically. “It’s not a date!” But the way he practically skipped out the door told a different story.

Gekko burst into his room, already stripping off his hoodie and tossing it onto the nearest chair. “Okay, okay, calm down, it’s just the mall,” he muttered to himself, standing in front of his closet. “No big deal. Just helping them with their room. Not a date. Definitely not a—”

His creatures interrupted his self-pep talk, chirping and squeaking as they peered at him from their favorite spots. Wingman tilted his head, clearly judging Gekko’s sudden wardrobe crisis, while Dizzy floated lazily, already bored of his pacing. Thrash let out a playful growl, nudging at his shoes as if to say, “Hurry up, dude.”

“Okay, fine, I’ll shower first!” Gekko announced, grabbing a towel and bolting for the bathroom. The water was barely warm before he jumped in, scrubbing quickly but thoroughly. “Can’t show up smelling like a gym bag. They’ll think I’m gross,” he muttered, rinsing off in record time.

Back in his room, he threw on a clean t-shirt and his favorite jacket, pausing only to fluff his hair in the mirror. “Alright, chill vibes. Cool, but not trying too hard.” He gave himself a once-over, grinning nervously. “Yeah, that’ll work.”

As he skated toward the meeting spot, his nerves kicked in. What if he said something dumb? What if you didn’t actually think his suggestions were cool? His phone buzzed again—another text from you. “Hey, running a little early. See you soon!”

“¡No manches!” he yelped, kicking his board harder to pick up speed.

As he turned the corner, he spotted you standing outside a café, casually scrolling on your phone. The sight of you made his stomach do flips. He slowed down a bit, hopping off his skateboard and rolling it alongside him as he approached.

“Hey, uh…” His voice cracked slightly as you looked up and smiled at him. His brain short-circuited for a second. Why do you have to look so cute just standing there?

“Teo!” you greeted warmly, slipping your phone into your bag. “Since you’re here, wanna go ahead?”

“H-here? Already?” He blinked, trying to collect himself. “Oh, yeah! Of course. Totally. I was just, uh…y’know, warming up my board and stuff.”

You raised an eyebrow at his slightly disheveled hair and the faint sheen of sweat on his forehead. “Warming up your board?”

“Yep. Gotta keep it…ready for action,” he said, cringing internally at how lame he sounded.

You chuckled, making his cheeks burn brighter. “Well, action guy, let’s get going. I have no idea where to start, so I’m counting on you.”

“Count on me?” His chest puffed up slightly, the nervous energy melting into excitement. “Yeah, I got you. Your room’s gonna look sick when we’re done!”

“Good,” you teased, nudging his arm as you started walking together. “I’ve got high expectations, Teo.”

“Don’t even worry,” he said, his confidence growing with each step. “I won’t let you down.”

Little did he know, you were already impressed—nerves and all.

As the automatic doors of the mall whooshed open, the bustling energy hit you immediately—bright lights, cheerful chatter, and the faint aroma of food court pretzels wafting through the air. Mateo was practically vibrating with excitement beside you, his skateboard tucked under his arm.

“So, where to first?” he asked, glancing around. His creatures peeked out from his bag, clearly curious about the lively environment.

“Well,” you started, scanning the directory near the entrance. “I was thinking posters first. I want something cool for my wall.”

Gekko’s eyes lit up. “Posters? Oh, I got you. C’mon, I know a spot!”

You followed his lead, weaving through the crowd as he navigated the maze of stores with surprising ease. A few minutes later, you both stood in front of a small, vibrant shop filled with an array of posters plastered across every inch of the walls. Bands, movies, art prints—you name it, they had it.

Stepping inside, Gekko immediately gravitated toward a display of music posters. “Okay, so what vibe are we going for? Chill, artsy, total chaos?” he asked, flipping through the rack with practiced ease.

You laughed, joining him. “I’m not sure yet. Something that makes my room feel…more me, I guess. What do you think?”

Gekko paused, tapping his chin dramatically. “Hmm. Alright, lemme see.” He rummaged through a stack, pulling out a bright, graffiti-style print. “What about this? Bold, colorful—kinda like you.”

Your eyebrows shot up, a smile tugging at your lips. “Bold and colorful, huh? Didn’t know you thought of me that way, Teo.”

His face turned a deep shade of pink. “I-I mean, not like that—well, I do, but like, in a cool way!” he stammered, flustered. Wingman peeked out of his bag, chirping at him as if to say smooth move, bro.

You chuckled, reaching out to take the poster from him. “Relax, I’m just messing with you. This one’s actually really cool.”

“Yeah?” he asked, the tips of his ears still red.

You nodded, glancing around the store. “What else do you think? Show me your expert taste.”

“Okay, okay,” he said, regaining his confidence. He grabbed another print, this one a minimalist black-and-white design of a city skyline. “What about this? It’s kinda chill but also classy. Good balance, right?”

“Impressive,” you teased, holding both options side by side. “You’re better at this than I expected.”

“Hey, don’t sleep on me,” he said with a grin. “I know a thing or two about style.”

You spent a while longer exploring the store, occasionally laughing at Gekko’s over-the-top reactions to some of the more outlandish designs—like a life-sized cutout of Rose from the Titatnic.

Finally, with two posters in hand, you headed toward the register. “I think these are perfect,” you said, glancing at him. “Thanks for the help, Teo.” As if on autopilot, you grabbed his chin swiftly and turned it away from you, planting a chaste kiss on his cheek.

As your hand fell, his went up, touching the spot your lips had been as a moment of savoring. “Sorry.” You giggle, seeing the man standing before you in bewilderment, staring at your face like he'd found treasure. Nonchalantly, you pulled out your wallet to pay but, without a word, his hand pushed yours down. He cleared his throat, fiddling nervously with his wallet to pay the man at the register. As soon as the translation was done, the look of desperation was evident on his face.

“C’mere.” You gasped softly as Gekko’s warm hands found your waist, pulling you flush against him. His piercing gaze locked onto yours, a mixture of surprise and yearning swirling in his eyes. Your breath hitched as he leaned in slowly, giving you just enough time to either pull away or close the gap.

You chose the latter.

The moment his lips met yours, it was as though the world around you faded. The chaos of the mall—the chatter, the footsteps, the background music—melted into a muffled hum, leaving only the electric connection between the two of you. His lips moved against yours, firm but tender, his confidence growing with every second.

Your hands instinctively found their way to his jacketed shoulders, steadying yourself as your head spun. One of his hands stayed firmly on your waist, grounding you, while the other traveled up your back, his fingertips brushing the nape of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine.

You pulled back just slightly, catching your breath as your forehead rested against his. Both of you were panting softly, his eyes now dark with an intensity that made your knees weak.

“Teo,” you whispered, voice trembling, but before you could say more, he tilted his head and captured your lips again, deeper this time, as though he couldn’t get enough of you. His passion was intoxicating, and you found yourself melting into him, hands sliding up into his hair as you lost yourself in the moment.

A loud, awkward cough from the man at the register jolted you both back to reality. You jumped apart slightly, faces flushed as you glanced around. A few people were staring, some smiling, others amused, but the world seemed a little brighter as Gekko’s hand stayed firmly at your waist, holding onto you as though he wasn’t ready to let go.

“I, uh, thank you,” he murmured to the man who had rolled and bagged up the posters, a flashy grin tugging at his swollen lips.

Your cheeks were burning, but you couldn’t help the grin spreading across your face as he took the bag, his hand never once leaving yours.

#valorant #valorant x reader #valorant fanfiction #gekko valorant #gekko x reader #gekko x you #gekko #gekkosgirl writes

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jiyansthesis · 2 years ago

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ESTOY ENLOQUECIDO POR TI

GEKKO (MATEO) x reader pt.2

pt.1

summary — you and gekko have been officially dating for five months, and you've been. . . thinking about things. from what was once, "he's so strong" when he's carrying something developed into "could he throw me on the bed?". of course, you never knew how to initiate it. do you just ask him? does it just escalate? do you have to plan it all out? those questions have been bothering you for so long that you straight up decided, fuck it, and searched it up on the internet. well, that was one way to get it started.

note — this is my first time writing smut LMAO. this might be extremely mid or decent, but i hope i don't disappoint with this!! i couldn't stop thinking about mateo yesterday so i decided i would start making this today. I ALSO CAN'T LEAVE THE MATEO SMUT TAG HAVE ONLY ONE FIC, on that note go check it out its so fucking good i love it.

w/c — 2.5k

warnings — (bad) smut, oral (f receiving), rough (ish), praise, tones of dumbification, kitchen sex, undertones of dom reader but mostly d. gekko and s. reader

not proofread + i am not responsible for any minors interacting w this post

you were done with it.

you were done waiting for your own confidence to go up just so you could. . . have sex with mateo.

just thinking about it had you red.

now that the two of you had finally moved in together, there was even less of a time that you could just do things yourself without him noticing. before you could masturbate whenever you wanted, as loud as you wanted. now you couldn't risk him hearing out of embarrassment.

it's been five months since the two of you had got together, and not once had either of you escalated past a few brief touches under shirts while kissing. mateo hadn't even seen you naked, or even with just a bra and underwear.

you knew that it would be this way until you did something about it. but the thing is, you don't know how.

and that led you here, legs crossed on your shared bed. you took a deep breath and began typing into the laptop on your lap.

"what the fuck do i even type?" you muttered under your breath.

"how to start sex? no, that sounds weird as fuck. how to get in the mood for sex?" you typed that, and instantly glanced towards the door, feeling as if mateo would walk in at any moment.

you were really picky about what websites you went on. you didn't need a whole porn video, but you also didn't need tips on how to get yourself horny.

researching harder than you do for homework, you didn't realize that the door creaked open.

"hey, chica. are you okay with a sandwich for lunch?" he said, alerting you of his presence.

without thinking, you quickly slammed the lid of the computer shut.

he gazed at you questionably, raising his eyebrow. "what was that?"

"it's nothing," you lied terribly.

his eyes narrowed. he could usually tell when you were lying, and it was obvious.

"but i'd love a sandwich," you tried changing the subject, hoping that he'd take the hint you wouldn't tell him.

"whatever you say, hermosa," he gave you a two-finger salute as he walked out the room.

you sighed in relief and opened the laptop again. so far, you had no luck. you did find some tips, but there was no way you were asking him, "hey, wanna fuck?"

you rubbed your hands against your face and let out a long groan. all this trouble just to ask him to destroy you? you flushed thinking about it.

deciding that you needed a break, you set the laptop down, angling the screen so that it wasn't wide open, but it wasn't quite closed.

you made your way downstairs, walking in the kitchen to see mateo with a big red stain on his shirt.

"holy shit, are you okay?" you ran over to him.

"i'm fine princesa. it's just ketchup. did you think it was blood?" he laughed.

you scowled and grabbed the sandwich on the counter, taking a big bite.

"hey, you're the one who thought it was blood, not me." he put his hands up in defense when you glared at him. "thanks for worrying about me though."

you rolled your eyes, but the smile on your face contradicted your irritated behavior.

"yeah, yeah. but if you're ever covered in blood don't expect me to come running."

"my heart," he pouted as he held his hand to his heart.

"don't you have to go get changed?" you questioned, trying to wipe the puppy-eyed look off his face.

"i probably should. look at you with the big ideas," he left the kitchen after giving you a peck on the cheek.

by the time he'd come back, you were busy washing the plate that you had used. he was silent, so when he wrapped his arms around your waist, you jumped and yelped in surprise.

"holy shit mateo, don't scare me like that!" you splashed him with some water, earning a chuckle.

"my bad chica," he apologized.

he stayed still for a few seconds, before he buried his head in the crook of your neck and start giving you little kisses.

"teo?"you questioned him while your face turned hot.

he hummed in response, continuing to trail open mouthed kisses along your neck. you tried your hardest not to gasp and tilt your neck.

"c'mon mateo, at least let me put this on the drying rack." you didn't trust yourself not to drop the plate and immediately go wild on this man.

that got him to stop, and you quickly put the plate on the rack and dried your hands.

"okay, hermoso. what are you doing?" you faced him, and he immediately caged you in against the counter.

your back hit the curved ledge, and his arms were on either side of you.

"what were you doing?" he asked instead of answering, inching closer.

"what do you mean me?" you were trying to convince yourself that he didn't know what you were doing upstairs, and that instead he was tricking you into saying it.

he didn't reply, but used one of his hands to pull you in, your arms automatically wrapping around his neck.

you'd never get used to how soft his lips were, the routine bite he always does to your lips whenever you make out. but this time was different. there wasn't more passion, but there was another emotion in how he pulls you closer to him

you could feel his smile, and when you pulled away, he had the goofiest grin on his face. his hand trailed up your thigh, stopping right before it got where you wanted it.

"teo," you frowned at him.

"what? is there something you want?" he teased you, inching closer to your core.

you averted your eyes, finding sudden interest in the ceiling. a sudden force tilts your chin back to face him.

"i asked you a question," he cooed.

you looked up at him through hooded eyes, and decided what's the worst that can happen?

you leaned your hips forward and grinded against his waist, letting out one long moan. he quickly stopped you with a harsh grip on your hips.

"does that say enough?" you said cockily.

"you have to use your words, hermosa. maybe i'll reward you."

you were tired of waiting, squirming at how uncomfortable it was in your shorts. from what you could see, he was too with the tent in his pants.

"i need you. i want you so bad." you whimpered, locking eyes with him.

he thought about it.

"what do you want?" he asked, his fingers making their way to your waistband and slowly inching it down your thighs. it left shivers coursing throughout your entire body, even though you felt on fire.

"i just want you. i want you to fuck me until i can't think anymore." you started rambling before you felt a pressure at your entrance.

he slipped a finger inside and curled it, and you slumped forward and found purchase on his shoulders.

"holy fuck mateo," you breathily said. "a little warning?"

"not my fault you weren't paying attention," he chuckled as he inserted another finger.

you've never bothered to use more than two fingers, but when mateo does it, it feels. . . different. you knew that you would never be able to replicate the same feeling that he makes you feel.

you could hear the noises as he went faster, along with the noises steadily pouring out your mouth.

"wait, fuck. . . mateo," you started speaking only to be interrupted by him sliding his fingers out and holding them up.

"damn chica, you're wet as fuck."

you almost died of embarrassment right then and there, but before you knew it, mateo dived between your legs.

you whimpered at his warm breath making contact with your folds, and just how you dreamed of, mateo went straight to work.

"fuck! teo, it feels so good," he hummed in response to your praise, pulling your legs over his shoulders while keeping your legs spread.

you threw your head back, letting out the most pornographic moan you've ever heard as your hand shot to his hair.

little whimpers and moans filled the room as you began to grind against his mouth. usually you'd last a lot longer than this, but either because you had been waiting months for this moment or the fact that mateo was eating you out, you felt something in your stomach tighten.

"mateo, stop, please." you slurred out, trying to use your hand to push him away. but he wouldn't move. he wanted to feel you cum around his tongue, and he stood by that.

he made a little motion with his head, shaking it side to side, still eagerly lapping away at you.

"i wanna cum with you, please i want it so bad." you blurted out, and that caused him to stop. you whined at the sudden cold air. well, he couldn't exactly pass up that offer, huh? especially when you begged so nicely and deperately.

"you always know what to say, chica," he grinned as he began unbuckling his pants.

"well, i didn't know what to say for it to come to this." you didn't know a single word that could've cause this to happen. not that you were complaining, but you might need that word for future reference.

"me about to fuck you stupid? i wouldn't know what to say either," you heard his pants fall to the floor and he angled you on the counter for you to be comfortable.

"this alright babe?" he asked, looking into your eyes for a clear answer. you stared back, impatient.

"just hurry up and fuck me," you nodded.

"i could stop right now."

"you wouldn't dare," you narrowed your eyes and before he could respond, you slammed yourself onto his cock.

he let out a groan his hands making their way to the bottom of your thighs to lift you up. although the beginning was rough, he started off slow.

"you know how long i've wanted to do this to you?" he said while picking up speed. your hands instinctively went up to cover your mouth to muffle your moans, but he pulled them away and pinned your wrists behind your back.

you shook your head. he watched as you didn't know where to look, eyes darting everywhere. from his chest, to his eyes, all the way down to where he was currently destroying you. then you'd get embarrassed and look away to start the cycle all over again.

"hey princesa. eyes on me," he loved seeing you not know what to do. as obedient as you are, you immediately locked eyes with him. "good girl. always so good for me, hmm?"

you nearly came as soon as he said that, tightening around his thick cock.

"oh, you like that?" you knew he'd use this against you forever. but now wasn't the time for you to be worrying about that. in fact, you couldn't think at all. you were understanding what he was saying but couldn't form a single response.

"i asked you a question." he began slowing down as if you didn't answer, he'd stop entirely. and you didn't want that.

quickly you answered, "i- mm, i love it," you slurred out.

"what was that?" he went back to his ungodly pace, and it took you even longer to piece a sentence together, letting out a moan every single time he hit your g-spot. you could swear you saw a little bump in your stomach every time he was fully in.

"i fucking love it, teo," you whimpered out, every word emphasized by the slapping of his hips against the apex of your thighs.

he would've blushed at this, but considering that he had in fact, been waiting so long for this, he attempted to go even faster and harder.

you were borderline drooling, if it wasn't for mateo holding you, you'd be lying back as far as you could. you went to grab for his back, before you realized that your wrists were still in his grasp.

"need to touch you," you whined.

he contemplated for a moment before releasing his constraint on you, and while you went straight for his back, his hands went up your shirt. the cold feel against your burning skin made you jump.

he had been letting out little moans and whimpers, but you could tell he was getting close with how they increased in volume and he began rutting into you like his life depended on it.

your moans were quieted but his lips on yours, and you began to feel that telltale knot in your stomach. it was as if he noticed this, as he broke the kiss and asked, "are you gonna cum?"

if you weren't in this position getting fucked until you couldn't think, you would've said, "isn't it obvious, dumbass?" but considering the fact he had you drooling on his dick that probably wouldn't be the best response.

you hurriedly nodded, and you could see the beginning of a smirk on his face.

"c'mon hermosa, you can do it. come for me," he trailed off into a long moan as you creamed around him, feeling as mateo did one last hard thrust and buried his head in the crook of your neck to mask his sounds.

the two of you stayed still in silence, only hearing each other's heavy breaths.

"did you mess up my hair?" you asked, blowing away strands of hair from your face.

"i think if your hair was fine, it wouldn't be much of a good time," you closed your legs as soon as he slid out, feeling something hot drip out of you.

"well, i think that i need to take a nice long shower." you attempted to get off the counter as mateo put his pants back on, but he stopped you.

"let me carry you, mi princesa. don't need you tripping." he gestured to you slightly trembling thighs.

you closed your thighs tighter together in embarrassment, as if didn't just cum in you a few minutes ago. he laughed at this and went to pick you up bridal style.

"y'know, this was what i was talking about when we first met. how we could be doing something else instead of dancing."

"why the fuck did it take you so long then, hm?" you jokingly punched his chest.

"well, why did you have to search up how to ask?" he shot back.

you totally forgot you left your laptop on the bed. it was open enough for anyone that goes by to glance at it and see at least half of what was on the screen.

and he went into the room to change his clothes.

"oh, fuck you teo," you hmphed and crossed your arms.

"you just did," he winked.

I HAD TO REWRITE THIS THREE FUCKING TIMES BECAUSE TUMBLR DIDN'T SAVE. THREE. I ACTUALLY LOST IT.

also how tf do u talk about pussy. like do you say pussy? vagina? entrance? core? heat? THIS IS SO HARD. btw i was so embarrassed making this that some parts might not make sense or be repetitive. im sorry

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