#Valorant Scenarios

[art-missy]

"Could you give me a hug ?"

You raised your eyes from Dizzy nuzzled in your arms to look at Gekko. He was playing with Mosh who was bouncing in his hands. You looked around his room, met Wingman's eyes who shook his head, then looked back at the initiator sitting next to you.

"Huh ?"

His eyes never left yours and you noticed Mosh's focused on you.

"A hug," he repeated. "Could I have one, pretty pretty please ?"

You raised an eyebrow and kept caressing Dizzy who was slowly purring in your arms.

"We hug everytime and everyday, Mateo."

"No," he shook his head. "I always hug you and you accept it like a pet animal at the veterinary centre accept its fate."

You looked down for a second, thinking thoroughly about his words. He was right. You never initiated hugs, kisses or intimacy. You were okay with having physical contact with him and he was one of the rare people to have that right. But initiating never came to your mind.

"True," you murmured.

You looked back at him and he smiled gently at you.

"Do you wanna try ?"

His tone was warm and supportive, just like him. You nodded and settled Dizzy against the pillow of his bed. He put Mosh down, stood up and opened invitingly his arms. You looked at him and paused.

How were you supposed to initiate ? You knew you were supposed to just wrap your arms around him but where exactly ? Around his waist ? His neck ? His torso ? Were you supposed squeeze him ? If so, gently or tightly ? Were you supposed to pat his back—

"Hey," he interrupted your thoughts. "There is no good way to do it. It's just something that you do with your heart. And I know you have a big one."

You blinked and heard Wingman calling you. You looked behind and saw him hugging Thrash, as if setting an example. A small giggle escaped your lips and you stood up, looking back at Gekko. You took one nervous step towards him, as if testing the water and he just nodded, encouraging you.

You wrapped your arms around him. You didn't know in which way, and you did not care. You just pressed yourself against him. Your face hidden in his chest, your fingers clenched on his t-shirt before raising until caressing his nape.

"Am I doing good ?" you asked, your voice muffled by the fabric of his t-shirt.

"You're doing great," he murmured.

You felt him shivering against you. Your other hand gently squeezed his hip, the fabric of his t-shirt bending under your hand, the pads of your fingers grazing a bit of his skin. His chest raised shakily against your face and his breath hitched.

You looked up and saw him staring down at you. His face was red.

"Is everything alright ?" you asked.

"I'm doing perfect, cariño," he breathed out. "I should ask for a hug more often."

You took a step back but Gekko grabbed your waist.

"Your turn," he grinned. "Ready for one helluva hug ?"

[the-angeleno]

gekko x female reader where like basically finds her super attractive and is nervous to talk to her so reader starts to think he doesn’t like her since hes so social w the other agents I hope that kinda makes sense?? Also hes so bbg<33

FIRST IMPRESSIONS! gekko x f!reader ✴ fluff!! no warnings!

[note!!] ↳ i apologize for taking so long with requests, i was just overwhelmed and flooded with so many and then uni got super chaotic but we made it! merry christmas / happy holidays!

mateo’s introduction to the protocol went as smooth as being introduced to by reyna could go. he’s not sure exactly what she said to get him in, as it seemed to be pretty exclusive and he’s not entirely sure if he has the professionalism they were looking for. 

he doesn’t, but they don’t seem to mind. well, brimstone has complained here and there about how difficult the boy was to reach, he never answered his phone or replied to his texts but the motherfucker was always on tiktok whenever the protocol held meetings.

he got away with a lot by practically being reyna’s little brother, everyone was too scared to do anything to reprimand the boy. other than viper of course, nothing scared that woman it seemed.

being one of the younger agents, and the newest, left him anxious, but as time went on, he’s gotten his own seat at the table. he knew what the first day jitters felt like, how everything was intimidating, and he had already known reyna prior and she still kind of scares him so he can’t imagine how intimidating the woman would be to you. 

brim asked beforehand if anyone wanted to step up and show you the ropes, before gekko even had the chance to volunteer, almost every head in the room turned to him anyway.

“i’d be honored.” he bowed dramatically, turning to harbor, “i’ll make you proud coach!”

he didn’t. not because he was a bad coach necessarily, he just couldn’t get a proper sentence out without bumbling like a fool. 

the new agent was really pretty, and mateo’s had crushes before in the past but nothing like this, where the moment he looked at her he felt the carpet pull out from under him.

nobody else seemed affected by your beauty, even chamber seemed too occupied with his work to ogle at you. the knowing looks from jett and phoenix only made him more flustered as he knew his attraction to you was written all over his face.

neon and raze were stifling laughter, watching his sad attempt at demonstrating how to defuse a spike. 

“s-so yeah um .. after y’know c-clearing corners and stuff you uh… um usually brim will c-comm? yeah he’ll comm us  uh let us know the game plan.” he clears his throat, looking down at his hands and shaking his head in an attempt to clear out his thoughts. 

you watched him with such a kind expression on your face, it was almost a little infuriating how good you were at maintaining eye contact with him, mateo feels like he might die of heatstroke with how hot his face has become. 

you notice how nervous he is and hesitantly reach for him, placing your hand on his shoulder.

“hey i know we just met and all, but i promise i'm not gonna kill you…” an awkward laugh accompanied your words, and you couldn’t hide some of the hurt in your voice. why was he so terrified of you? “i’m not! scared of you or anything-“

“did i do something that made you uncomfortable?”

“no! nothing like that you’re just uh..” he looks around the room, relieved when he sees the others seemed to have moved on from watching his horrible teaching skills. 

he glances at his critters, dizzy curled up as always in slumber, wingman on the couch waving his arms excitedly in support of his train of thoughts.

he breathes deeply, before finally meeting eyes with you. 

“you’re just really pretty.” he says, without stuttering, or losing eye contact, and the intensity of it all leaves a red hot flush to climb up your neck and up to your cheeks.

“o-oh.” you stutter, mind going a mile a minute because what the fuck do you even say to that? you just met him, but you can’t deny how attractive he is too. you bite back a smile and look down in embarrassment.

“thank you… that’s sweet of you to say.” 

“yeah but i just made things weird.”

“no you didn’t, things don’t have to be weird if we don’t make it weird.” you reassure, nudging his shoulder.

“now you said something about brim giving comms, do we wait for an OK before defusing or should we defuse as soon as we reach the site?”

he was grateful for the change in topic, and with that finally off his chest he was able to finally get his wavering voice back under control.

“yeah so he’ll comm with the OK; if everything is clear and it’s safe to defuse then go for it and regroup before evacuating.”

your first mission goes surprisingly well, gekko at your side through the whole thing, watching your back with every corner you turned and alerting you of enemies you missed before taking care of them himself.

he was the perfect partner anyone could ask for really, so when the other agents were hyping you up for your performance you couldn’t help but redirect the praise to mateo.

every mission went on like that, a success, the two of you made an incredible team. it wasn’t until six months later, on one of the biggest missions you’ve yet to go on, that you really showed the other agents in the protocol just how much you’ve grown.

“that quick scope was insane even reyna was impressed!” phoenix says over the sound of his comrades whooping and cheering you on.

“who knew our new agent would be our new little prodigy?” jett cooed, pinching at your cheeks. you swat her hand away, laughing at her teasing.

“nah it was all gekko and really i wouldn’t have gotten off that shot without dizzy and the spike wouldn’t have been defused without wingman. i just have the best coach, right ‘teo?” you turn to look at him and he grins, throwing an arm over your shoulder and pulling you into a side hug.

“of course hermosa, with me showing you the ropes you’ll kick everyone’s ass, radiant or not.”

his little compliment left you flustered, quick to hide your face into his neck, before feeling the vibrations of his laughter rumbling against his chest. he tilts his head down to peek at you,

“why’re you hidin’ chica?” he smirks knowingly, you were always so easy to fluster, it was incredibly endearing.

he pouts his lips out in a kissy face, laughing when you groan and roll your eyes at him.

the other agents watch silently as the two of you, almost in your own world, tease and bicker with each other back and forth, mateo’s arms still wrapped around your waist.

“i dunno why i let you take all the glory for our missions, i’m gonna stop being humble-“

“you? humble? chalè chica have you met yourself?” his words are all bark no bite, if the grin on his face was any indication.

you stuck your tongue out at him, and he sticks his right back, blowing a raspberry in your face and laughing when you yell and swat at him for spitting on you.

jett and neon share a knowing look, they bet on how long it’d take for the two of you to get together, and neon couldn’t hide the smirk on her face.

“not too late to forfeit~”

“no way, they’ve been dancing around each other like this for months im telling you they’re both too dumb to do anything for at least another two months-“

“yea like how it took you and phoenix two years to finally confess to each other?” she teased before quickly ducking the fist jett sent her way.

“wish someone would look at me like that.” chamber mutters, glancing over at viper who whistles absently, busying herself with some papers on her desk that suddenly need to be reorganized.

“can you let me go now?” you whined at him, giving him your most promising pout, he tilted his head in faux consideration, before shrugging, 

“nah. don’t want to.” 

“so you’re just gonna hold me hostage here?”

“don’t act like you don’t love it.”

“i don’t, you spat on me.” 

“okay and you drooled on me on the way back to base-“

“shut up! you were the one who insisted i slept on your shoulder-“

“yeah because i didn’t wanna deal with you whining later about your neck hurting-“

“teo, let me go so i can punch you.”

“no can do, hermosa.”

“i’ll knee you in the balls.”

he pouts again, debating if he should free you from his embrace, before he gets the chance to, you lean forward on your tiptoes and plant an obnoxious smooch on his lips, prying yourself free from him when he loosens his grip in surprise.

“HA!” you laugh maniacally, running away from the boy who was already chasing you,

“oh so that’s how you’re gonna play huh?” he yells, ignoring brimstone who is shouting at the two of you to stop running around HQ.

“did you not just see what she did!” he whines like a child, glaring at neon and jett who are trying to stifle their laughter to no avail.

you run and hide behind raze and killjoy on the couch, catching your breath, you peek your head over and spot mateo,

“you’re harboring a criminal, release her.” he declares to the couple, and raze rises, holding her arms out in front of you, blocking you away from gekko.

“you gotta get through me first.” she stands firm, winking at killjoy who only rolls her eyes at the idiocy happening before her.

“can you guys take this fight back to the playground please?” she asks, turning over on the couch to look down at you. you hold your finger to your lips, a dramatic sh! the only response offered to her.

she tries to flick your forehead but you are quick to swat her hand away, earning a snort from the engineer before she turns to sit forward on the couch. 

“what are her crimes even?” killjoy asks and you feel your face burning before mateo even opens his mouth. 

“i was holding her hostage in a hug and she kissed me to escape-“ 

“oh god gross-“ raze’s arms falter.

“are you two fucking serious?” neon says in fake disgust.

“ew guys get a room-“ killjoy remarks with a loud groan.

“GROSS!” chamber shouts from across the room.

with you defenseless, mateo is quick to dive over the couch, grabbing you and throwing you over his shoulder in one fell swoop.

he ignores your shouts and demands to be put down as he carries you away to an empty meeting room, closing the door behind him with his foot before setting you down with a mischievous smirk on his face. 

“look at the scene you caused, mensa. now everyone knows about your dirty little tricks.” he had you pushed up against the door, his face incredibly close to yours, and you were suddenly grateful he had carried you off like that, away from the eyes of your comrades who probably have an idea of what’s going on back here anyways.

the close proximity leaves you flustered, but the competitive side of you can’t seem to back down to mateo.

“didn’t expect you to get so worked up over a little kiss, you got a crush on me or something?” you teased, sounding more confident than you actually felt.

he leans closer, lips nearly touching yours before gliding upwards and caressing the shell of your ear. 

“maybe i do, but the thing is cariño…” his lips trail down your cheek, stopping right over yours, “i think you like me too.” he breathes a laugh against you and it sets you aflame, your heart pounding incessantly in your chest. 

“should i kiss you this time and find out?” his lips are centimeters away from your own, his hands that are now cupping your jaw tilt your head upwards to brush against his lips, a gasp slipping past them to which he chuckles amusedly at. 

the anticipation of his touch practically eating you alive at this point, how desperate you are to feel his lips against yours again.. you swallow, biting back your pride before nodding, 

“please… ‘teo-“

his lips are against yours in an instant, eager and passionate, moving with a desperation you hadn’t anticipated. you reach up to pull him closer by the neck, kissing him back with just as much passion and fervor.

he bites down on your lip, smirking against you when you whine and open up for him, he’s quick to use the opportunity to slip his tongue in to taste you properly.

sweet like saccharine, he couldn’t get enough, the feeling of your tongues intertwined has him dizzy, his brain short-circuiting.

he can’t believe he’s finally kissing you, finally tasting the lips he’s been craving since the day he first laid eyes on them. 

you whine his name, muffled in between kisses as he sucks particularly hard on your tongue, leaving you breathless and desperate for air. 

prying the boy off of you, you finally manage to catch your breath, panting harshly against him as he smirks at you.

“yeah you definitely like me, ‘please teo!’ he mocks and you hide your face in his neck, groaning and punching him lightly on the chest.

“you’re such an ass mateo."

[note!!] ↳ this might be ass, ngl i wrote it high on my phone at like 2am, i think the second half with all the other agents is kinda wild n messy but so is mateo so shhh. - feel free to send in more reqs!!

[astronaut-al]

The moment I read breach saying “Jolteon I choose you!” I immediately thought of the yu gi oh arm thing connected to his cybernetics.

Dialogue credit goes to @hvstias

[swiftyangx12]

[Y/N]: Sova, I need to warn you about something.

Sova: What is it, Agent [A/N]?

[Y/N]: Somebody in HQ is an owl in disguise.

Sova: Who? *Realization dawns over him* Very cute.

[Y/n]: Hehehe! It is. You, and owls.

[frozenfries]

Close Call (Yoru x Reader)

Prompt: Yoru’s emotions slip out after you two injure yourselves on a mission.

Word Count: 532

• Always able to hold your own on missions, Yoru never really has to worry about you.

• Instead he’ll just smirk knowingly, his chest swelling confidently every time he sees you out-manoeuvre the enemy.

• Sometimes this gets him in trouble and you have to scold him about watching his own back, gunning down an enemy about to flank him from behind.

• But timing is everything, and you were a fraction of a second too late. When a bullet hits him, your priority is getting him to safety - even if you have to drag his prideful ass kicking and screaming to Sage.

• You didn’t expect him to return so soon. Yet later on that same mission when you find yourself low on energy and cornered by an adversary, you hear a flurry of bullets and have just enough time to shield your eyes as a familiar blue fragment explodes at an angle off a nearby wall.

• When you open them again, Yoru’s standing in front of you protectively. “Anyone else?” He’d snarl, just daring them to test him as they slowly backed off.

• Following that encounter, he’s gruffer than usual toward you.

• If you could walk, he’d pull you to safety by the arm, leaving you tripping over your feet to keep up with him.

• If you couldn’t walk, he’d sling you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and stride off, ignoring your protests all the while.

“For the last time, I’m fine.”

Back at headquarters, you slumped against the mirrored counter tiredly as you watched Yoru pull a white t-shirt over his muscled torso. Having patched him up moments before, you were relieved to see him looking better after rescuing you from an ambush. You’d been fired up from adrenaline in helping him heal and bringing him to Sage to speed up the process that you hadn’t felt the effects of your own casualties until now.

“Can I check your wounds again?” You asked.

“No,” came his growled response. “You’ve taken care of mine and now you’re going to let me check yours.”

“I swear I’m fine-”

“Shut up!” His rough voice caused you to fall silent. “Don’t lie to me,” he ground out.

He strode over to you, closing the gap between you two in a second. Pulling you into his strong arms with such force that he had in fact lifted you off the surface, he dipped his head to capture your lips in an almost bruising kiss. You gasped audibly at his unexpected move, your lips moving together in an almost frantic, passionate dance. One hand behind your head, the other around your waist, he pulled you impossibly close, as though he couldn’t be close enough, causing you to wrap both your arms around his neck in reciprocal need.

He broke away briefly, allowing you to catch your breaths as he pressed his forehead against yours.

“I almost lost you tonight,” his eyes were squeezed shut at the prospect, his voice pained. “Dying is for other people. Just let me take care of you.”

Mind hazy and overcome with emotions, you nodded wordlessly as you melted into one another.

[silverefflux]

Hearing Bells

Sova x Fem!Reader angst Really doing everything lately except the smut huh?

A gentle breeze circled the chapel on a sunny afternoon. It was almost as if today was destined for the wedding taking place discreetly within its domes. Two brides knelt before a modest altar, donning immense pride and love for each other—your fellow agents, who were given the rare opportunity to exchange vows and have the entire protocol celebrate their love with them. You watched somewhat drowsily in a long flowing dress that cascaded down the wooden pew you sat on. The intricacies of ceremonies like these weren’t all familiar to you, but there was a joy to seeing your loved ones swear their undying commitment in front of something said to be bigger than yourselves.

The priest walked to the podium and began his homily. He was humorous and quite the storyteller—pretty helpful during a time when your body craves a siesta. He complimented the weather and talked about things he adored about Tayane and Klara’s story. It’s sweet how he gets to know the couples he weds and remembers their stories.

You took it all in, daydreaming of the time when you’ll find someone special, go through ups and downs together, tell a pastor or some other officiator your story, and vow for love before an altar like this. It was so simple yet so good. Like the stuff of fairy tales, but maybe because of your line of work it will always remain a fairy tale. Your heartbeat cantered as you silently repressed that somber yearning.

You weren’t the only one, though.

Beside you, Sova sat upright in a black suit, also trying to hide his longing. But alas, his was more agonizing, as he knew that every night he imagined creating a future with particularly the woman he was sitting with.

The organ played and everyone was instructed to stand and join hands as a hymn played. Sova took his hand in yours. Your hands were roughed up over the years, but he held it like it was made of glass. Or silk. Or gold. All combined. Everything that conveys how precious and delicate he sees you.

The two of you just stood there hand in hand, not really knowing the words of the hymn, but embracing the solemnity of the moment and the warmth you gave each other. You raised your brows as you felt his grip tighten for a split-second. You eyed from the side, and he echoed a silent apology by returning your gaze and loosening his grip immediately.

Yebat, he thought. You’ll make it obvious. Don’t grip too much—well not too little either. Wait, am I sweating?

The hymn finished and you all sat back down. It was the longest two minutes of his life. There was a touch of emptiness as Sova felt your hand slip away from his as you returned to your seat.

The priest continued speaking, going on about the meaning of marriage. How it is not just a mere declaration of combined properties and shared obligation, but also a profound spiritual bond. A promise to give adoration and support that overcomes one’s human flaws. One that endures amidst the occasional difficulties of human things like paying attention, sacrificing, and forgiving.

Sova’s heart beat so fast that he needed air to make up for it, but sighing after the priest theatrically said “eternal love” seemed suspicious.

Breathe deep—but slowly. Don’t make it obvious.

With the air that entered his lungs, the priest’s words pierced into his heart, along with the fear of things going wrong should you find out about his feelings, or the pain he could put you both through should you—by some lucky chance—decide to love him back.

“There are four things you need in a marriage,” the priest set forth, “The first one is communication.”

Agreed. I can do that. I can communicate. Regardless of what it may entail—even vulnerability, Sova thought to himself as he listened on to the priest’s list.

Compassion? Of course.

Comfort? I can learn.

Commitment? No sweat. Even if it costs me.

If only he could stand and ask the priest to spare him time to confess and offer his promises too, but today was about his friends. He has one job and that is to sit—or stand, or kneel, whatever is instructed during the mass. Just not interrupt.

The priest goes on about things Sova knows in himself that he is more than willing to do, at all costs. Because it was you. For you, he’d change himself, keep himself the same, care for himself, sacrifice himself. Anything. It tore him apart, this most unfortunate feeling of being at someone’s mercy without them even knowing about it.

I can do that for her, he thought.

Meanwhile, your mind skipped a few of the preacher’s sentences, up to the part where he directed his words at the couple he was marrying together and implored them to consciously choose each other each day.

“Look at the person beside you!” the priest exclaimed.

Sova looked to his left, straight into your eyes, wordlessly confessing how he feels—

—but only in his head. In reality, all he could manage was to look down then slightly at your feet.

The priest continued, “That person is the one you’ll stand beside in sickness and in health. Easier said than done, but through this, you promise each other that you will do the same.”

Sova, you idiot, he called himself out. Not even committed yet and here you are wanting to just announce your promises already. Might as well yell it over to the priest while you’re at it. It’s not every day you get to be in a church.

A little later, the couple face each other as they are questioned by the priest.

“Klara, do you take Tayane to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in good times and in bad, for richer or poorer, keeping yourself unto her for as long as you both shall live?”

“I do.”

Sasha, do you take Y/N to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in good times and in bad, for richer or poorer, keeping yourself unto her for as long as you both shall live?”

I do.

But will she?

[silktulip]

Scenarios (rules)

I have WIPs of my own, yes, but I'll also scenarios and write short fanfiction (request a long one separately ^~^) Below, I will explain what I am doing:

What I am accepting right now:

Anime (general rule is that I'll tell you if I don't accept the show, just ask me ^~^, but I will accept these 100%) :

- Eighty-Six

- Attack on Titan

- Bungou Stray Dogs

and a few others I can't think of right now

Games (I don't accept a lot of these):

-League of Legends

- Valorant

- Overwatch (hard maybe, depends on what you ask)

- Some fighting games (MK, KoF, Guilty Gear)

Shows:

- Stranger Things

- Alice in Borderlands (please 🥺)

What I will write:

- Headcanons

- Scenarios

(most asks I write headcanons for so feel free to specify)

- Fanfiction (anything longer than 1000 words will take longer than a few days)

- Poetry

Restrictions:

- If you want NSFW, specify so I can age mark the post appropriately.

- if the ask makes me not comfy, I will not do it. That is hard though, so good luck with that.

- Don't ask me to make things about my WIPs. There's a reason why they're in progress. I will show those when ready.

- You will be automatically blocked if you ask me anything about rape or anything of that kind. This is a safe space.

- If you want overly emotional stories or angst, I will be posting the piece to a Google Docs and using the text post as a trigger warning. All my docs will be accessible and easy to get to, and everyone who reads will be anonymous.

That's it. Otherwise, let the imaginations go wild~ ^-^

[swiftyangx12]

Hey! Thank you for the HCs!

I tried to create some ideas for requests, hoping if it helps engage others to explore other concepts to try out.

Hi! So I’m not sure what your character limit is for writing and I don’t want to overwhelm you.

May I request HCs of KAY/O and Chamber with a VP agent [Reader] [Gender Neutral] [Platonic or Romantic, your choice] who is a highly intelligent, well-built android in an extremely detailed human disguise?

They act like any human you may encounter and they’re playful at times. Only thing that tells them apart out of other individuals is they can detach and reattach their limbs/appendages for maintenance.

Heyyy this request is sick bro. Love your creativity.

Lovely idea fr!!! (I love robot/android OCs and I have one too ;)

KAY/O | KILL ALL YOUR OPPONENTS

- I'm sure KAY/O definitely will know from the start that you are an android. I headcanon he has some scanners in his visor (and his ZERO/PONT)

- I bet he would be a little hesitant about you at first, but he just needs some reassurance that you are not a danger to his human friends in this universe :)

- In his universe you were an android too (but I'll let you headcanon what kind of android (protector or a weapon to radiants ;) )

- With that being said - he would absolutely appreciate you, like imagine - he was the only robot in the rooster and now he has an android friend

- He would be very curious about your origins, who are your creators and stuff

- Your playfulness will be very fun for him. He has a playfulness and smugness to himself, so you would make a good pair Imo!

- KAY/O definitely would keep it a secret that you are an android if you'd want that. (Brim would be the only person he'd tell the truth)

- He would be super concerned if you'd get hurt, but then realise that you can reattach limbs for maintenance like him and he would get embarrassed by his concern.

Chamber | VINCENT FABRON

- Oh, boy, this man doesn't have chill. I'd recommend you be careful with him.

- Remember the time he said that he needs an "arm" of Astra? He would like to "explore" how you work too.

- But I bet he wouldn't realise you are actually an android fully. Only if you told him yourself.

- He would try to flirt with you, like he does with EVERYTHING that moves, and it is your choice to answer to his courtesies or not.

- I bet he'd try to give you flowers and gifts just to get into your trust.

- He enjoys your playfulness and mystery very much, but, from a distance. He'd try to keep his cool in every situation.

- The first time you detached your arm to get it fixed - his jaw dropped. but of course he shook his head and made it seem like he wasn't impressed.

- He'd compliment you on all battle achievements and would try to pry on getting more info how you work ;)

I hope you'll like it, have a good day 💖

[2kiran]

MULTI YANDERE 香菸 ── `` amab reader. suggestive.

sparring with SLASHER!YANDERE . . . he's personally training you in case you need to defend yourself when he somehow can't be there. his foot sweeps your ankles, ending with you on your back and with him in your lap.

his hand secures your wrists, panting through his mask. "fuck..." you grunt from the impact of the fall, but he's more 'worried' about something else. "(name)..." he laughs, "are you hard?" he subtly rocks his hips. "wha– no. it's just–" he grounds himself down on you. "just what? don't tell me fighting's got you all excited."

you shake your head, face warming. "t'awww, it's okay, baby. you can tell me. you like this, don't you?" he grinds against you again, grinning. his tone was teasing, almost like he was scolding you for it. "'s okay. 'm not mad, sweet thing. let me help you, yeah?"

masterlist

[art-missy]

You loved Sova's body. His broad shoulders that could carry any weight, his strong arms that weren't hiding any strength, his back muscles that rippled smoothly under his skin.

"Are you done taking pictures ?" he sighed as he shot you a long side-glance.

You smiled broadly behind your camera, still immortalising this moment. You did not miss the shy blush dusting his pale cheeks. He made such a beautiful model in your lovestruck eyes.

"Ignore my presence, my dear hunter."

Clic. Easier said than done. Your gaze was heavy, intensified by the lens of the camera. Sova sighed and resumed his archery session. He sometimes thought you were worse than Cypher. He tried to focus once more on the target but he felt your eyes burning his skin.

"You know that you're cute when you're blushing ?" you chuckled softly.

Clic. He cleared his throat to hide his embarrassment. He focused his aim, shot and missed his target.

Clic. You hummed mischievously, put down your camera and walked calmly towards him. You back-hugged him, your sweet laughter muffled in the fabric of his clothes.

"Aw, Sasha !" you cooed playfully at him. "Is my presence a problem ?"

Sova scoffed but caressed the back of your hand with a softness that was only shown to you.

"You're lucky I love you, моя сова."

[the-angeleno]

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[swiftyangx12]

Okay, now I feel like kicking his ass for being an ass after reading this.

Enemies to Lovers Part 1 (Valorant Yoru x GN!Reader

Heyooo! You ask, I deliver! Kinda :3

I took the ‘slowly’ from your request literally. I hope you still like it though!

Thanks for being my first request :DDDDD

CW: Yoru being such an asshole towards the reader, degrading language, bullying. Yoru being himself. The content warning can be summarized to: Yoru.

When you entered the protocol, you were nice to everyone. You wanted to make a good impression.

The agents who were social were properly introduced to you, while the others  who weren’t present were just given your files. They adored you.

Not everyone fell for that act though.

“Try not to piss yourself and run with your tail tucked between your legs while you’re here.”

Those were the very first cluster of words you’ve heard this asshole say to you.

First of the many.

Clearly he wasn’t fond of you. Mainly because he thinks the Protocol is overcrowded. Sometimes he’d pray to God Breach would be sent to wherever crevice of Sweden he’s from.

Seeing as that loud mouth is still alive, even Satan didn’t want him around, he thought.

He also didn’t like the idea of constantly having new agents to “get along with”, stretching that definition as thin as you can imagine.

As thin as his patience with the newbies.

He took the “I fight anybody, I fight everybody” too literally.

And alas, the hostility extended to you.

Yoru, was his name. Or at least you’ve heard. You were warned beforehand about him.

He was aggressive, sharp tongued and prickly, as Sage would say.

“Ah. You must be that Yoru guy then.” You stand firm, speaking monotone.

“It’s no surprise you know. I have a bit of a reputation, good or bad, decide when you eat dust during missions.”

He came up to you suddenly while you were taking in boxes for your room. Somehow you’d caught his attention with all the noise you’ve made.

Your first interaction with him was brief as he scoffed on his way back to wherever he was going.

Your blood simmered. You didn’t like his cocky attitude. What does he know? He wasn’t even present when you were in the training facilities, showing your moves for the familiarity of others.

To say that you got off on the wrong foot was an understatement.

Him being mean to you started off to be his petty protest at Brimstone for “constantly dragging in every single radiant he can pick off the streets.”

“We’ve got so many people here already, a few more and we’ll look like a clown car” He complained to Phoenix once.

Anytime you’d be in the same room, Yoru would either pretend you weren’t there (includes not valuing your opinions during discussions) or he’d find any chance he gets to berate you and take it.

“Try not to come back as a corpse” “That gun? Hoping that recoil sends you to space” “Go home new kid. Unless you wanna see me wipe the floor with everyone’s asses” were some of his favorite insults.

You shut up and ignored him most of the time, talking shit back only sometimes.

“Hey, at least I’m not tearing literal dimensional fabrics just so I can hide from my enemies, coward.”

He did not like it when you talked back. He didn’t like you, period.

Even in HQ, he’s butted heads with you. He can’t seem to shut up. It was starting to get boring, so you end up just giving him an unamused look most of the time.

“Yeah yeah eat shit,” you’d reply.

During battle, you both had a spat because Yoru was willing to chase down the enemy Breach while wounded, potentially leaving you and bleeding Raze to fend for yourselves. You stop him, knowing that the Breach had the advantage, but predicted that he would run away to his teammates to regroup. He curses at the you in Japanese, then yells “I had him! I had him and you let him escape!”

“You’d rather run off wounded to fill your ego than stay here and keep Raze safe while I finish the mission so we can go home? Are you nuts?!” You throw the defuse kit to the ground, shattering it.

“My ego?! Baka janai! Gunning them down is my job. You think we’re safe here while he regroups with intel of our location!?”

Thankfully the rest came. You were all safe now. But your bickering did not cease as you board the aircraft.

“The chopper was down before that could even happen. You jump in headfirst to every risk, minus the brain. If I hadn’t stopped you, you would’ve been dead by now.”

Yoru grabs you by the collar and growls. “Listen here, new kid. Fuzakeru na! Stay out of my way if you know what’s good for you.”

“Yeah? And what if I don’t?” You challenged, but Brimstone splits you up before it escalated.

“Enough. Both of you made a mistake. Yoru, you’re too consumed by bloodlust, you don’t think about anything else but hunting enemies down. That makes you a liability rather than an asset. You make impulsive decisions that could endanger others.

“And you. The reason why you were so worried about being in a vulnerable was because you left yourself in a visible position while defusing. It was good that you pulled Raze to a safe place but it’s not an excuse not to be aware of your surroundings.”

“Look old man, I know what I’m doing. It’s them you shou—” Yoru interjects but he is stopped. “Both of you are in suspension. No missions, no deployment, no leaving the HQ, not until further notice.”

Both of your jaws drop, and this time, it was your turn to speak. “But Sir I promise this won—” “I know this won’t happen again, rookie. That is what the suspension is for.”

The whole trip back to HQ, Yoru kept glaring at you unashamedly. And if looks could kill, your head would’ve been cleaved clean off your shoulders and tossed into another dimension.

What angered him most was your nonchalance. You were upset, but it didn’t show in your face. You simply held your wounded arm and looked away from him during the trip. You thought he was being an immature imbecile when he purposely bumped your shoulder harshly, whispering doke with so much poison in his voice as you left the chopper.

The staredown continued in the infirmary where you both sat across each other with a distance, sitting on the beds as you patched yourselves up. One consequence of that event was that Sage couldn’t heal you. You smirked at him. He was more wounded than you. Thankfully Brim was kind enough to let Sage stitch him up at least.

“Oh what I’d do to wipe that smile you’ve got on your face.”

“Charming. Imagine being that salty over someone who’s just happy they’re alive.”

He was doing a poor job patching himself up.

You swear he’d get an infection with those stitches.

You hop of from your seat and slap his hand away from himself. He then automatically grabs your wrists and raises them above your head. “Nani kore? Aho.” He squeezed your wrists threateningly. On the inside though, he was wincing in pain.

You wince but try and pull back. “You’re doing a shit job at cleaning those wounds. And as much as I hate you, I don’t want to see you amputated.”

He gulps. His glaring persisted while you kept your dismissive look. This close you could feel his breath, smell his cologne strong and musky, and metallic blood. The tension was rising until he dropped your wrists, groaning quietly.

Admittedly he really was doing a shit job. And maybe it was the bloodloss acting up, but he let you do as you please with him.

“Try anything suspicious and I’ll put a bullet through your skull.”

“Watch out I might just sneak a cartoon bandaid on you.”

You put a Spongebob one on his nose.

He was not whelmed.

As you dabbed iodine on his chest wound, he kept hissing silently. He hasn’t felt pain in a looong while. He was starting to appreciate Sage’s powers. Starting to.

Tagging: @swiftyangx12 Part 2 here.

[astronaut-al]

In a return to form on my part, dialogue credit goes to @hvstias

(Dialogue-ish)

[swiftyangx12]

[Y/N]: Hey, Dr. Sabine.

Viper: Yes, Dr. [L/N]?

[Y/N]: “Okay, you can do this. Pull the ultimate move.” Between you and me, I feel a chemical reaction is happening.

Viper: …

[Y/N]: …

Viper: …

[Y/N]: …Shit. I’m sorry if I offended you. I’ll get back to run more tests. *Scurries off back to their work*

Viper: *Sighs and smiles faintly* What am I going to do with you?

[angelismmm]

ngl been thinking ab getting fucked dumb by stressed out boyfriend (or husband be creative idc). usually during intimacy, he was so vanilla with you, the small moments you have together and your pleasure matters the most. honestly your pleasure is his, biggest kink is your body and whatever gives you the most pleasure. but today wasnt the brightest, not the greatest day, definitely the worst, everything imaginable that was bad happened, he just couldn't take it 'till he got home, seeing you sitting on the couch with a smile, after waiting such a long time, you see your significant other, but he didn't have a smile across his face, no, more like a mad expression, but didn't want it to get to you. so he just tried to not talk to you, instead of what he thought would happen; you not bothering him about it anymore. you instead tried to help, and he thought of something that you could help him with. here you are, legs on his shoulders, harsh thrusts that made you moan into the fingers in your mouth, "you like that don't you? naughty slut. you deserve all the punishment i'm giving you now. don't back out now." the belly bugle on your tummy, how easy it was for him to slip in and out of your hole, it can describe already how many rounds you've gone through, and all he said he wouldn't stop 'till sunrise.

sorry for lack of posts tryna finish single dad genshin men with seperatw characters or might just do the scenario and say oh these characters would do this, anyw love yall ill get to my reqs soon, just sit tight bro

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they look so good with their traumatic moments😍🥰