Valorant Fanfiction (Smut)

Brim - Carried away (NSFW)

----PROMPT: The Kingdom corporation, the Valorant Protocol has strict rules. Rules that Brim not only follows, but is tasked with enforcing. As team captain he's expected to hold himself to the highest standard, but how long can one person stand the pressure of perfection before they crack?  -------

---Warnings/tags: This is explicit smut. Don't read it if you're not looking for that, please. (mentions of game-relevant gore/death, age difference (depending on how old you are), size difference, power imbalance, penetration with fingers, cunnilingus, overstimulation,) - Flustered GILF ftw ;_; 

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You reach for your radio, in the chaos of the explosion you'd been split off from the rest of the team and were having trouble finding your way around the unmarked areas of the compound. Just as you hit the button to call in to Brim, your team Captain, you could hear the click of heels on tile. "Well, what do we have here?" Viper purred, stepping into the room, standing in the doorway to block your only exit. "Don't be scared little lab rat, if you don't stay calm you won't be able to answer my questions regarding this next test."

Your ankle twisted as you scrambled backwards, landing hard on the stone floor. The rest happened quickly, her hands drifting to her sides, the spine like suit revealing dozens of pressurized dispensers, green vapor spewing from each one. Viper's laughter, muffled by her mask, was distorted when you heard it, the thin cloud working quickly to amplify your fear. She was going to kill you, slowly and painfully, and she was going to revel in and record every second of it. You felt like crying, or vomiting, or both.

Before your body could choose one option you saw her eyes fly open wide, a piercing scream tearing into the room. She fell to her knees, poison and blood pouring out from the side of her suit, puddling around her and melting the fabric to her skin as she writhed in pain. Brim appeared as the mist dissipated, hearty tactical knife in hand. "Test this you sick bitch" he spat, gripping her by the hair and slamming the blade into her throat, blood from the movement spraying in your direction. 

He made quick work of his exit, throwing you over his shoulder when you failed to move on your own. You thrashed, your unexpected relocation amplifying the stress of the situation, mind still reeling from the chemicals. "Woah there, at ease soldier! quit the squirming or you're gonna be walking!" he chided, lifting his free hand to secure you as he trotted through the abandoned facility towards the shore where your team was camped out. You struggled in his grasp until you exhausted yourself and went slack, Brim's amused grunt the last sound as you drifted out.

"Spritey"

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Hours later you woke, the sun casting an orange gleam down over the mountains. You could hear Brim's labored breaths as lumbered over the path, surely tired from carrying you such a long ways. You wriggled in his grasp and he stooped to lower you, much gentler than he'd thrown you over his shoulder earlier (though you hadn't exactly been cooperating then..). 

He watched as you steadied yourself, patting the top of your head, his hand slipping down to your chin and tipping it, forcing you to look up at him. "I was worried" he said seriously, "When I couldn't find you out there. I'm glad you're okay but next time don't go off by yourself. I mean it, if I hadn't come back you'd be dead right now, or worse." 

You pulled away, flustered by this confrontation. You felt terrible as you realized you'd caused Brim to worry so much that he went back to site for you, and worse yet when his worry pried a slight smile out of you. It was his duty to bring you home, nothing more. You swallowed your feelings down and nodded. Just like always.