#valorant x reader requests

[writer-freak]

Valorant men reacting to you kissing them on the cheek

Request from @oyasumimosura: Can I request how valorant men would react to the reader kissing their cheeks when they successfully did their mission? Theyre not together but the Valo men got a crush on (y/n)

Characters: All the current agents besides Breach because I just really couldn't write him sorry

Warnings: gn reader, no pronouns mentioned, headcanons, maybe bit ooc, english isn't my first language sorry A/n: I'm so sorry for taking so long with this request I was grieving a lot and fell into depression, but now I'm feeling a bit better, so I immediately started with finishing up this request. Hope you can forgive the long wait and I hope you enjoy my writing<3

I will also finish the other requests soon most of them I already started before everything happened, but I still need to finish them

I had fun with this request, but I'm not so confident with writing Brimstone, KAY/O and Harbor, so I put them at the very end

Comments, likes and reblogs are appreciated like always🖤

Chamber

He is also pretty full of himself and would regularly flirt with you  Nobody thinks too much of it because this just seems to be his character but with you, he was actually trying to win you over He cheekily asked you if you would give him a kiss if the next mission was a success You kind of waved him off not really answering  Believing it to be one of his antics again and nothing would follow When he came back from the mission successful he went over to you  Before he could open his mouth to say anything you leaned in and kissed him on the cheek  You cheekily pulled away and then just went to the others talking about what exactly happened on the mission Chamber was slightly flustered but would cover it up, and follow you trying to talk to you Maybe you were more interested in him than he thought Sova

He is such a sweetheart

You were worried about the next mission believing it to be very risky

Sova comforted you telling you that everything would be fine 

You calmed down for now but of course, felt nervous again while the mission was going 

Finally, the team came back and you went straight to Sova wrapping your arms around his neck and giving him a quick peck on the cheek

He was surprised when you suddenly just ran into his arms but he enjoyed the affection 

He was surprised by the kiss but he probably won't have that big of a reaction in front of everyone 

Maybe a light flush on his cheeks and a smile on his lips but inside he is feeling way too much at once

He really likes you and hopes that soon he can ask you out

Gekko

I think Gekko is normally affectionate with you and would come to you after your missions to hug you and stuff 

So you bought about also doing that for him so this time you waited for him to come back and just jumped into his arms when you saw him

You would welcome him back and give him a kiss on the cheek while he continues to hold you

He feels so giddy from your affection and gives some back to you

I could imagine him being a bit more shy when he has a crush on you because he doesn't want you to find out his feeling

In total though he thinks that you two should really start doing that for each other after every mission, even if you went to the mission together 

Phoenix

I don't know why you would give this man a kiss after a successful mission because he is gonna brag about it forever

With his outgoingness, he is gonna tell everyone about how you decided to give him a kiss

Even if someone tells him that a kiss in the wheel isn't special he will not listen to them

He just loves any kind of attention from you that he can get 

If you are fine with it he will also give you a kiss on the cheek 

He also wants to show you his appreciation and these interactions could spark a flame between you two

This kiss could maybe be the starting sign for you two

Yoru

You talked to Jett and she dared you to kiss Yoru when he comes back from his mission 

Jett knows about Yoru's little crush on you and just wanted to see his reaction 

You easily agreed and then together you waited for the team to return 

When you heard them arriving you got up and quickly spotted him 

Jett didn't specify where you should kiss him so you pressed your lips to his cheek quickly 

He is just so smug about this kiss and will start teasing you 

Just talking about how you really missed him so much and couldn't wait for him to be back

I think under his exterior he is quite flustered but he wouldn't want anyone to know about that so he covered it up with teasing

Maybe this is even the perfect opportunity to ask you out on a date

Cypher

This mission a hyphen just saved everyone and you really wanted to thank him for that

You went up to him and kissed his masked cheek telling him that he was amazing

It would take him a second to register what you did but the lingering warmth on his cheek showed him that this really just happened

That was unexpected and he would chuckle, thanking you for appreciating his work

He is happy that the mask doesn't let you see how much this little gesture actually affected him

But you can hear how happy he is just from his voice

Omen

It was a spur-of-the-moment thing, you just leaned in and gave his cheek a kiss 

Omen as we all know isn't really one to show his emotions outwardly 

It seems like he doesn't really care but he does thank you and the is just some sort of tenderness in his voice 

He could become embarrassed if you kiss him and then also give him a lot of praise for doing so well 

If you know him well enough though you would be able to hear the embarrassment in his voice though

Brimstone

We all know Brimstone is the more professional type and I don't know how well he would take to public affection 

You two are probably already very close because otherwise, I don't think he wouldn't have the most positive reaction 

But if you two are close then maybe putting aside that you kissed him on the cheek in front of everyone 

He would use the kiss to motivate himself and just know that there is always someone proud of him and his work 

Also, I can imagine some agents cooing when you kiss him just to embarrass you two even more

KAY/O

You just were happy to have KAY/O back so when he came up to you to talk you gave him a quick kiss on his cheek

So KAY/O is sentient and everything but I don't really know if he can feel you giving him the kiss

Even if for him personally the kiss emotionally maybe doesn't mean much he knows what it means to humans

He would thank you and verbally try to express how he recognizes the meaning of these physical gestures 

Maybe he would just show a heart on his monitor and I think that says enough for you

Harbor

Harbor has such a positive energy who wouldn't want to give this man some affection

He would have such a radiant smile on his face when your lips come in contact with his cheek

The affection and praise would fill him with joy and he is someone who will give you affection back

Man this guy will give you the affection back tenfold 

He really values you and wishes nothing more than to have a closer relationship with you

Thanks for reading and I appreciate all the support💙

[art-missy]

Please do one with deadlock and how reader comforts her when she opens up about how she lost her arm! Thank you so much

Oh ! I wanted to write a one shot about this ! Here's the occasion ! It's so rare that I write angst/comfort... So sorry if it feels weird ^^

You had insomnia and so did Deadlock. The very rare times one of you managed to fall asleep, the other was watching over. Reading, cuddling, staring the ceiling, you had several ways to pass the night.

Watching a serie on your laptop while the Norwegian sentinel was asleep was your program for the night. You were deeply immersed when you felt Deadlock jumping awake, a silent cry stuck in her throat and a scarring pain that deeply crossed her facial expression.

You were putting your laptop away when she started hyperventilating. You pushed the comforter away and kneeled before her as she sat at the edge of the bed, caressing her lap as she started rocking herself back and forth.

"Hey there, Iselin," you murmured but you were doubtful she could hear you.

Unfortunately, the rare times one of you managed to fall asleep, nightmares were often forcing you into their cold and unwanted embrace. Of course, you were suspecting that Deadlock's emotional baggage was one of the reason why her reaction when she woke up was so intense.

"Hey look at me," you said gently to not crowd her. "I'll give you a glass of cold water but only if you calm down a little. I don't want you to choke on it."

"Min Armen," you heard her whimper.

You looked down at her left bionic arm and hummed before taking it gently and reverently in your hand.

"Iselin, look at me."

You then started to peck the bionic member. Caressing the fingers with your lips, pressing insisting kisses on the palm then nuzzling your face against the forearm. You heard her panting slowing down and when you looked back at her face, you saw that the pain made way for an annoyed but thankful face.

"Ah," you smiled. "I missed that glare."

She took a deep breath then released it, letting you handing her a cold glass of water. After chugging it down, she seemed more awake and more alert.

"I suppose Sage was right," she groaned. "Losing an arm could be considered a traumatic event."

Your eyebrow raised when you heard the word 'could' out of her mouth but didn't comment on it.

"Especially for someone as emotionally constipated as you," you chuckled when she shot you with another glare. "Wanna try to take a shit and talk about it ?"

"You did not just say that."

"Yeah forget what I just said. My mouth deserves acid."

You laid your head on her lap and stayed silent, listening to her now calm breathing. You were glad you managed to distract her. She was still a little tense, her heart still painfully hammering. You felt her fingers mindlessly scratching your scalp but let her do.

"My arm was bit off by a radivore beast during an operation before I joined Valorant," she suddenly said, a fake neutrality in her voice. "I did not only lose my arm, but also my sisters."

That explained a lot of things. Like why she was so cold toward Gekko and his radivore friends, why she looked so lost in thought when the other agents mentioned their families, why she was so tense on a daily basis, why she had severe insomnia and cruel nightmares.

She did not have time to grieve.

You intertwined your fingers together without moving your head from her lap.

"Did you visit them ?" you asked gently.

"The construction of the memorial had just been completed," her voice sounded uncharacteristically weak but you did not comment on that. "I am waiting for Brimstone's permission to visit them."

You looked up at her and felt your heart wavering at the sight of her eyes. Her usual icy glare was replaced by warm streams of tears.

"Want me to go with you ?"

She nodded, squeezing her eyes shut.

"Yes please."

You hugged her legs and let her sob, your head in her weak shaky hands. Deadlock leaned down so her forehead pressed in your hair. You felt her tears watering your scalp but you did not care. She was finally letting herself feel her grief.

And after what felt like a warm mourning moment, her sobs finally calmed down. You did not comment on it, your thumbs caressing her calves.

"Wanna watch a serie with me ?" you murmured. "It's an adaptation of a book of your favorite author."

You felt her nod.

Deadlock let you tuck her in the warmth of the comforter, she let you hold her close, and as the episode progressed, she let herself fall into a dreamless sleep, now relaxed and solaced.

*Min Armen = my arm.

[ahummingbirdwitch]

Love your cypher fics, I read through all of them <3 esp ur sex pollen fic which i was wondering…could you do a version where cypher is the one affected by the pollen and reader has to help him out👀thank you!!

HEHEHE YES YES

What If? (Cypher x F!Reader)

Summary: “Desperate Measures” but Cypher is the one who gets hit by the pollen ;)

Pairing: Cypher x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1875

Warnings: p in v sex, unsafe sex, vaginal fingering, creampie

Notes: I absolutely love writing desperate Cypher, it’s my favorite

A… plant?

A rather large one, too, like an overgrown venus flytrap, seated inside a pot that was unenclosed. Just as he prepared to take a step closer, determined to identify it, the plant reacted before he could. It opened its “mouth,” angling itself towards him, then released a burst of particles from its maw.

Cypher threw one arm over his face, letting out a stunned yelp as he fell back. A chair tipped over as he did so, and a moment later, he heard your hurried footsteps across the floor as you entered the room.

He turned to see you standing there, and his heart dropped. “Cover your mouth! Now!”

You covered your mouth, coughing as the pollen surrounded you in a cloud, then dissipated. “Shit,” you muttered. “What happened?”

Cypher didn’t answer, grabbing you by the arm and pulling you out of the room before shutting the door behind him. Out in the hall, he let out a cough, testing his lungs. The smell of the plant was overpowering, and his body was growing frighteningly warm. The feverish heat spread through him, burning under his clothes, and he could already feel himself starting to sweat.

No, he thought, panicked. No, it can’t be affecting me. My mask should have protected me.

He turned towards you hurriedly. “Are you okay? Did you breathe in any of—any of—”

His mouth felt numb all of a sudden, his throat drying and his vision blurring slightly as his eyes fell on you. You seemed to be fine; unaffected by the pollen. You were standing there, expression rife with concern, but all he could focus on was your lightly flushed face and your soft, plump lips. He looked you up and down, taking in the shape of you—your gorgeous curves, supple breasts emphasized by your tight shirt, your lovely hands reaching out for him—and his cock twitched to life in his pants. His legs buckled and he fell to his knees before you.

“Sokar,” he choked out. Fuck. He didn’t understand what was happening to him; all he knew was that he needed you.

Your eyes widened, and you dropped to his level, touching the sides of his mask tentatively. “What’s wrong?” you asked fearfully. “What is it? Do you—do you feel sick, or something?”

The moment he felt your hands on his face, Cypher thought he would pass out. He melted into your touch, groaning as his cock hardened even more. “I feel…” He reached for one of your wrists, taking your hand and running it over his covered mouth. “I need you,” he uttered. “ Habibti. ”

You gave him a stunned look, mouth falling open in bewilderment. “C-Cypher?”

He grunted, fighting to free himself from his coat, from some of the oppressive heat taking over him. Once he’d gotten it off, he tossed it aside, crawling closer to you. “My girl,” he rasped. “I-I need you. Right now.”

You inched back just a bit, blushing madly. “What—what are you talking about?” you asked meekly. “Did the plant do this to you? A-Are you okay?”

Oh, his sweet, caring girl, so shy, so worried about him. He wanted to ravage you.

Cypher pinned you to the floor, removing his mask and pulling up the protective layer over his mouth. “Let me have you, habibti, ” he murmured, aching with a violent need he’d never felt in his life. “Kiss me, please. I need you.”

Your lashes fluttered, your eyes darting back and forth from his own to his lips. “R-Right now?” you stammered. “Are you—but—what about the mission?”

A tiny voice in the back of his head seemed to know what you were talking about, but Cypher pushed it down, incapable of caring at the moment. He ran his hands up your sides, rubbing you through the thin material of your shirt. He wanted to rip your clothes off and feast on you.

“Please,” he breathed, brushing his lips over yours. He needed you like air, but he wouldn’t do anything without your permission. He couldn’t. “ Please. I’m sorry, I can’t—can’t take it—”

To his utter relief, you kissed him just then, and he was set ablaze. He drove his tongue into your mouth, tasting it, needing to claim every inch of it. He sucked on your lip and you moaned for him, sending more blood to his suffering cock. He moaned back as he ground himself between your legs, breaking off from the kiss to lick and bite along your jaw. Fuck, you were perfect, writhing beneath him and spilling soft whines into his ears. He wanted more, as much as you could give him, and he couldn’t resist slipping his hand under your pants, searching for your wet core.

Cypher found it quickly, moving your panties to the side with one finger, then slid it straight through your already-slick folds. You whimpered and squirmed as he burrowed as deep as he could, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your neck. “Cry for me, habibti, ” he coaxed, sucking on your pulse point. “I need this pretty cunt. I need it now. ”

“Oh God, Amir,” you whined, squeezing around his finger. “Please…”

You reached down, fumbling blindly with your belt, and Cypher was all too eager to help you. He withdrew his finger to unbuckle your belt and force your pants down, dragging your sodden panties along with them. He freed his cock, then, lining himself up, he hitched your thighs around his waist and guided his leaking head to your entrance.

When he plunged inside of you, you wailed, and for a second, he was afraid he’d hurt you. “Are you—o-okay?” he managed to ask, struggling to speak coherently with your pussy strangling him.

Your answering cry was so pitiful, he nearly came on the spot. “Yes,” you gasped, throwing your head back. “It’s just—hot. You’re—b-burning up—”

Cypher felt a sharp pang of guilt, lowering his head to nuzzle your cheek. “I-I’m sorry, dear,” he murmured. He rubbed his face against yours, overwhelmed with the need to be close to you, to feel you. “You’re being so good for me, my girl… I love you…”

You looked up at him in surprise, eyes glazed with lust, and let out a whimper, clawing at the front of his shirt. “Fuck—I-I love—love you too, Amir—”

“Sweetheart,” he groaned. “Please…” One hand still supporting himself, he used his free one to roll your shirt up your chest, exposing your bra. He reached underneath the fabric to cup your breast, rolling your nipple under his thumb, and you cried out loudly. Oh, your sounds were music to his ears. “That’s it, my love,” he cooed, kissing your collarbone. “You feel so good… so fucking good…”

Cypher trailed kisses down your skin, lavishing all the softest spots he knew you loved. When he reached your nipple, he did not hesitate to wrap his lips around it and suck, and the moan you released drove him wild. He’d never felt so desperate, so horribly, deliciously aroused, and he could barely last a minute longer.

He released your nipple with a wet pop, yanking a trail of saliva from it as he crashed his mouth into yours again. “ Ghzâla, ” he moaned into your mouth, kneading your breasts with greedy, unrestrained fingers. Blood pumping, ears ringing, he could hardly think at all; all he knew was that he was going to cum, and it was going to be inside of you. If he pulled out of you now, he thought he might die.

“ Amir, ” you whimpered, your soft hands on his chin, his cheeks. Your touch was electric, sending jolts of pleasure through him with even the lightest of caresses; it was intoxicating. “Please, fuck —”

Oh, he couldn’t take this. It was too fucking good. “ Sokar, ” he panted, ready to burst like a dam. “You’re mine. All mine.”

“Yes.” You nodded frantically. “A-Amir— please, oh—”

Cypher, in his ravenous state, had a filthy, dangerous thought. “Do you want my baby, habibti? ” he whispered, his voice a low growl. “Do you want me to fuck you full of my cum?”

He hadn’t known what to expect, but the way you whined for him sent him brought him right to his precipice. “Oh fuck,” you moaned out. “Yes, yes. G-Give me a baby, Amir, oh, please, please! ”

Just like that, you shoved him right over the edge. Cypher let out a guttural groan as his orgasm ripped through him, your pussy milking everything he had from him. He shuddered, and all of a sudden his body was cooling, that sickly heat dulling to the heat one might feel after an ordinary jog. He pulled himself out of you without thinking, slumping back onto his knees.

What… the fuck… just happened?

“Amir?”

Cypher blinked, allowing his vision to clear. You had sat up a little from where you were lying on the floor, shirt bunched up over your half-exposed chest and pants all the way down to your ankles. He shook his head, realizing with horror what he’d just done.

The plant. It could have only been the plant. It had possessed him, turned into some kind of animal, made him defile you on the floor of this facility—in the middle of a mission, no less. He couldn’t wrap his head around it.

“ Lhwa, ” he cursed silently. “Fuck, fuck. I’m so—so sorry.” He inched towards you, looking you over wildly. “Are you alright?” Had he hurt you, in his madness? There was a little bruising on your thighs where he’d gripped you, but other than that, he couldn’t seem to find anything serious. When he saw the clear fluid oozing from your swollen lips, however, his stomach turned.

He’d done that. He’d cum inside you.

“Amir.” Your voice brought him back to you. “I’m—I’m okay,” you reassured him, sitting up all the way. You reached into your pockets, searching for something, and it hit him. He found a scrap of fabric in the pocket of his coat and handed it to you without hesitation.

“For—for—that,” Cypher said, shame and regret threatening to eat him alive. “Sweetheart, I—it was—”

“The plant,” you finished for him, using the fabric to clean yourself as best as you could. “I-I know. It’s okay. Something came over you; I could tell.”

He was relieved to hear that you’d at least known, but it did nothing to take away his guilt. “I’m so sorry,” he uttered. “Please forgive me. I didn’t mean to—at a time like this, I—”

“I know.” You���d fixed your clothes, and were getting back on your feet. Extending a hand to him, you helped him up. “I promise I’m fine. What about you, though? How do you feel?”

Cypher stuffed his cock back into his pants, then hastily put his coat back on. “I-I’m alright,” he responded, a little shakily. “A bit disoriented, but… not feverish anymore.”

You gave him a smile of relief. “Good,” you said. “Listen, I—I know we need to talk about this, but we’ve gotta get back to the mission. Let’s keep moving, okay?”

There were hundreds of thoughts running through Cypher’s mind, so many things he wanted to say to you, but he knew you were right. He nodded. “Okay,” he said, reaching for his gun. “Right. Let’s go.”

[seneitut]

“Love”

PT (1) PT (2) 

[Gekko/Reader] [Cypher/Reader]

Words: 2.8K

Warnings: Mentions of murder, obsessive behaviour, sense of ownership, insane(?), yandere-ish(?)

How do they show their love? [Is it the epitome of extreme, or just dumb fools?]

Cypher: Family.

In his culture, family is the most important aspect in their lives. The ones to trust unconditionally and love infinitely, and those who will reciprocate his feelings throughout their whole lives with no regrets.

To Amir, his grandfather was his world.

An angry old cranky man was he, beating the crap out of intruders who dared disrespect the La Amari family and protecting what little land they still held against Kingdom's agents.

His grandfather had no powers nor weapons for the enemy to fear him—but it was of no need for this battle. La Amari's grandfather was a well-respected person that his own people feared him sometimes; because he gave what no one else could: hope, enough of a little spark to inspire others into being active in the fight against Kingdom and their thirst for power.

That alone was dangerous, and it kept Kingdom's agents on a tight leash to not cause a riot.

“Think about what will make you lose, instead of what will make you win”, is a piece of advice Amir will never forget.

And it was the last thing his grandfather taught him.

It was devastating losing him at such a young age when he had a future to hold onto, people to take and many to guide. But Amir accepted its fate, because no one can defy death and its destiny; continuing living his life by those beliefs and advice and not disregarding everything he’s learnt.

Then he met Nora, he fell deeply in love, and had his first child—every decision made, every move he took on life was calculated and thought before accomplishing it. Amir believed he had everything solved and paved until his very end, but nothing went according to his plan.

He was never able to figure out the plays of death, always one step ahead of him, and once again taking away everything that was important to him in one swift move.

Death wasn’t the culprit to his many misfortunes, though.

Imagine his surprise when he found out the same people who took Nora’s life were the same gang who murdered his grandfather many years ago. And later on, destroyed the rest of the lineage of La Amari.

The whole crimescene reeked from their trademark, unable to hold back and destroying everything on their way. It was a bloody mess, and the images of his family mangled and dead will remain grafted inside his brain for the rest of his life.

Amir believes that’s the moment where everything changed for him.

La Amari disappeared from the earth, he made sure of that, his family name was dead now and scrubbed from life. The only thing that will carry the memory is him, Cypher, in search of vengeance and answers.

But with time, everything changes its course of action and now Cypher is involved in what could be considered some sort of organization to save the world.

Funny how things evolve.

He meets new people, he learns a few things here and there, he gets fond of some kids, genius fellas they are, a techie and a walking bomb—Cypher takes everything in with open arms, but never without the advice resonating throughout his brain like an echo.

Think about what will make you lose.

Like a chant, he repeats the same sentence when meeting new agents or when deployed to missions. Cypher is the first to come up with solutions, the first to come with counterplans and always a step ahead of the enemy.

And then, like a rock thrown into a well, a disturbance is found.

You are a weird one, he thinks when meeting you for the first time, all smiles and sparky soul.

Jumping and talking non-stop, always a little sunshine to the youngsters but annoying to the core for the seniors.

It always seems to go on tangents when speaking with you, and Cypher likes things concise and straight to the point, so it is obvious to him that he doesn't find you amusing in the slightless.

Cypher doesn't care for you at first, treating you with less than affection and little patience when dealing with you. You are nothing in his life, just another agent and someone else he needs to keep his eye on.

And then, you matter, in more ways than he anticipated.

Because the moment the anniversary of his wife and kid's death comes around, Cypher spirals into a pit of depression he hasn't felt since the incident, digging himself into his own tomb inch by inch as punishment  and blaming himself for everything that hurted his loved ones.

And like a star shining in the dark room, beckoning him with the warmth and gentle touch, is when everything went to shit.

Because you, being the smart cookie you are, sympathized with him the moment you saw him break down and closed off to the world in panic.

You are not Nora, you don’t even resemble her in any aspect whatsoever, but his frivolous and conflicted brain twists your actions, your pure intentions, into something that he desperately thinks he needs.

Comfort.

Cypher sees in you an anchor for him and take advantage of, and you are so unaware of his intentions, so innocent and flustered so easily by his words, that you simply follow whatever he needs you to do.

An obedient little fella, a sweet young adult ready to help whoever needs it without regarding their own self. You follow him like a puppy inside the protocol, you shine brighter when he compliments you, you are so thirsty for his attention he never leaves you hanging with anticipation.

Cypher accepts then that you are what he needs now to fill his own wish and hole in his heart until he takes care of the bigger matters.

But to have you, he needs to think clearly; to own you, he needs to make his moves smartly.

Finding information about your background, your life, the people you mingle with and the lover you have is easy. Is like you're leaving this all for him to find on purpose, is like you know he's doing this to get you, and you're helping him.

And damn him! A surprise is what he finds amongst your files! A family member of the gang who destroyed his life, the gang who were hired by Kingdom to erase La Amari's lineage and conquer the little lands of Morocco. You! You were the key to everything to finally finish what his grandfather started many years ago!

Cypher is joyful, ecstatic, and so eager to take everything from them and, as a prize, keep you to himself.

And when he has everything he needs, he begins his game.

Is so easy. Breaking down their walls, breaking their security and their lackeys, is like a child's game when he realizes this is not a challenge.

Like chess, his moves are smart and calculated, and everything crumbles in front of their eyes.

Think about what will make you lose.

He makes the first move, killing the white's pawn.

Your friends are the first to fall. One by one, they die by his hands and his own methodological mind games to gain information regarding you and your family.

They plead for forgiveness, they ask him to leave you alone, but Cypher is quick to silence them forever.

Humming to himself, he moves his bishop to kill the white's knight.

That little partner of yours put up a struggle when he tried to kidnap them. It was not an easy task to have them under control, nor make them give you up to let them live another day.

Cypher was taken aback by their loyalty, surprised but eager that this might turn bloodier than he anticipated. 

Is funny, too, that despite having someone who loves you this deeply, you always look for Cypher. As if this person isn't enough to satisfy you. 

Cornering the white's queen was easy. 

Every obstacle was eliminated. Anything and anyone he considered might cross his path or make the situation difficult for his plans to move forward is no longer a threat to him, nor his objective.

Cypher fixes the pieces to their positions once he's finished, and in turn, clicks on a button of his surveillance set-up. 

The many screens light up with views from the cameras he has around the base and hidden away by simple eyes.

In one of them, he sees you walking down the hallway with quick steps, hurriedly making your way to Cypher's room.

He sees the determination in your expression, the fast pacing of your steps and in less than a minute you are at his door, huffing to catch your breath and eyes wandering around his room.

Your body language says everything he needs to know—from your shuffle in feet and avoidance to look him into his eyes. You are nervous, if not a little shy to confront him about something.

But he is patient, hands resting on his lap and legs crossed, awaiting for your words with eagerness.

“I like you,” you say, approaching him slowly and nervously rubbing your arms. “I like you a lot, Cypher.”

Unaware of his affairs, you inch closer and kneel in front of him, hands holding onto his and looking into his eerie blue eyes.

“Will you take me?” you ask.

Cypher smiles under his mask, a finger under your chin and gently caressing your lower lips with his thumb.

“But of course, my dear. You are mine now.”

He has won.

Gekko: Freedom.

Throughout his life, Mateo has always been considered a friendly person. 

Conversations here and there, making friends down the street, enamouring the grandladies next door who always gush over his cuteness and kindness as a little kid.

He's always been popular amongst the people surrounding him; a star shining brightly amongst others, a leader, a role model. Mateo is everything and all mothers wish for their kids to be when they grow up, for people to have as a friend, and for girls to want in their boyfriends.

But for him, none of it is of importance. Is irrelevant and pointless to praise him non-stop when he believes nothing of what they say.

Mateo only wishes he could be freed from all of this pressure and simply live his life as a normal teenage boy.

Having been born and raised by a single mother has been tough, with the many expectations put onto his shoulders and many accomplishments he felt the need to fulfill, Mateo never had the time to discover himself in this world but to wear the shoes of someone who is predetermined to succeed.

They expected him to be smart; so he would study non-stop, missing hours of sleep and time to be playing outside just to focus on his grades and reach the top results. They expected him to be kinder; to always share his things, to share his food, to share his money until he was broke just to please the rest of the world. 

They expected many things he despised, but Mateo never said no.

It was like a curse he self-inflicted and didn’t know how to get rid of, and as much as he tries to lash out or simply think to rebel and live like he wants, the nagging feeling of guilt eats him alive before he acts.

Giving up and accepting the façade he's created is the easiest path. He will stop struggling, he will come to terms with what he's chosen and just bear with it.

Mateo will have to live chained to this fate.

But then, he met his little crew. 

The one time he decides to do something for himself, he gets wrapped into the biggest catastrophe that has ever been; affecting everything and everyone in the world until there is nothing but himself and his new friends.

The shift they cause is what makes him decide to start being selfish.

They say when you meet death face-on you can never become the person you used to be. In his case, it meant leaving behind the cocoon of someone who pleased everyone in his surroundings and was finally feeling the metaphorical chains break him free.

Mateo breathes deeply when he comes to that realization, and it almost feels like the first time doing it.

And it gets better.

Because through Reyna is how he meets you.

You are stunning, amazing, funny, gorgeous—he’s running out of words to describe you!

Shaking his hand for the first time, he knows it has to be you. The one to complete his puzzle, the one to fill that empty space of his new life.

Mateo falls in love with you right there and then.

He never believed to have strong feelings for anything in life nor desires that he deeply wanted for himself except freedom— but you made him change his perspective as soon as you came into his life.

It was as if a door had been unlocked and all the suppressed emotions bursted without control, clouding his mind and getting overwhelmed with what he was feeling until there were no other thoughts but you.

You were the contender of his affections and desires now, and Mateo, in his sick twisted way of thinking, thought that you will have to belong to him as well.

Just like he claimed his crew to be his, despite them being sentient, just like he claimed back his life, and just like he got the courage to toss away everyone who crossed his path and denied him the opportunity to evolve into someone better—he is now going to claim you as his.

Nevermind that partner you had, nevermind Reyna eyeing him carefully after the exchange of pleasantries, dubious and concerned because of his unstable emotions; his focus was you, and you alone.

Blame it on the world, blame it on Kingdom, fuck, blame it on him for going to this lengths to make sure he had a chance.

Mateo has killed people before, the Valorant protocol trains them to have impeccable aim and be smart about their actions, so it is no wonder he could kill your partner in one clean shot the next day and hide the body for no one to find.

Many secrets bloomed from his action, but no regrets were found on his eerie smile nor empty hazel eyes when Reyna confronted him about it. Mateo had the upper hand, because he knew she wouldn't say a word—because despite being a cold-hearted person and having her judgment intact, she has a soft spot for him, and Mateo plans to abuse that for his goal.

It comes in handy with everything he taught himself when you look for someone to hold onto, crying and sobbing when your partner goes missing. 

Mateo acts empathetic, soothing your cries and assuring you he would never leave your side until you feel better. 

And it takes you a long time to move on. Deciding whether your partner abandoned you or simply decided to disappear from the world, Mateo's words bring a smile to your face every time he tries to soothe you, and your reactions are either flustered and nervous by the time he ends.

Flirting, teasing, and keeping you on your toes with his actions is his way to test the waters.

Mateo is eloquent when it comes to words and his ways of convincing, to make you trust him slowly and not only by baseless talking—is a long process, a tedious one where he needs to make sure everything is going according to what he needs.

He compliments everything you do, from what you wear to what you do.

He hovers over your mouth inches apart, breaths intermingling and lips barely touching until he suddenly pulls away, flustered and nervous, and makes excuses to promptly escape—and then you are left alone with a hammering heart and warm face, wondering whether Gekko has feelings for you or is he just simply shy.

Is like he’s toying with you, with purpose, with the need to see if you are going to break under the pressure he’s making you go through, or will he break first in desperation to have you for himself.

Because there is so much a man like him can tolerate.

But it doesn’t take long to know the answer.

When you breach the first barrier, and the second on the way, kissing him with fervor and passion, he knows he’s won.

Mateo reciprocates with the same sentiment, drowning in your lips and taste, with his heart full and desires fulfilled. He holds you tightly and without restrain, swinging you around with laughter and giddiness, deepening the kiss until you both are breathless in each other's arms.

When you confess you are in love with him, Gekko smiles, happy, and dips to claim your lips again.

This is what it means to have freedom.

[imkillerbae]

Hello I hope you’re having a good day/night!

Not sure if your looking for request or ideas but thought I’d throw this out there in case you are.

Yoru and reader who recently got together get into an argument because he hardly acknowledges her in front of the others. Reader thinks it’s because he is ashamed of her. While in truth Yoru is just anxious about getting teased or causing reader to have a bad reputation or anything like that.

Anyways reader goes on a mission a few hours later, still angry, and gets seriously hurt. Once Yoru finds out, he freaks out. Angst to hurt/comfort

If you don’t like this then that’s fine and I don’t blame you at all XD.

Are you KIDDING ME? I LOVE THIS IDEA. But damn, ya’ll like angst a lil too much it’s concerning. Thankfully I enjoy making them so that makes me worse. We’re all mentally ill here in the imkillerbae blog. And yes, I am looking for requests. Keep requesting!! It keeps me motivated.

Weak (Part 1) (Valorant Yoru x Fem!Reader)

Part 2

You picked your loadout for the mission, gripping the Vandal with so much force you can hear your gloves grinding against the metal, scratching the paint. You huffed and forced the clip inside the gun with a smack from your wrist, strapping it to yourself. Your eyebrows were still furrowed, ears almost releasing steam. Harbor and Viper look at each other, then back at you.

“Is everything alright kid?” Harbor asks with a smile, concerned. You blow your hair away from your face and clutch the gun tightly. “Yeah,” you spat.

Fuck Yoru. Fuck him. I hope he chokes on his own ego.

You thought it was a good thing, to leave for a mission carrying anger with you. You could’ve used it against the mirror agents, maybe shoot Yoru’s double in the head for good measure. But as fate would have it, that wasn’t the case.

A few hours ago, there was a mission briefing on the 3rd floor, in a large room with chairs placed around a long oval table. Large monitors were positioned on every side, as well as mission briefing papers. You were late because you had to attend to some personal needs of yours. Little did you know, the others that came too early were discussing something else.

“What did Brim say about Raze though?” You heard Phoenix ask. You hide behind the doorway and listen, smiling to yourself. You wanted to spook them.

“Well, let’s say that he wasn’t too happy at first. Not because he doesn’t support us, but because he doesn’t think it’s smart to have relationships with fellow agents. But of course, we know how much of a loverboy that old man is.” KJ giggled.

“Really? He’s not into us dating each other? That seems unfair.” Phoenix complains, and you can almost hear him pout. “It’s a big risk. A collapse in a relationship between people has a ripple effect. It’s not as linear as you think.” Sova comments.

“Well what about you and Y/N, Yoru? Does Brim know? At least he has a clue about me and Jett. Haven’t heard any comments though.”

As you heard that, you blushed. You and Yoru only started dating 2 weeks ago. Well, dating in its broadest sense. You and him shared mutual feelings for each other for a long time now, maybe even ever since you got into the protocol.

“Still below me in target practice? Cmon Y/N, I know you can do better,” he would tease, laying his elbow on your head just to further humiliate you with your shortness. You try to punch his side playfully, and he dodges, smirk getting wider.

“Wipe that smirk off of your face. You haven’t seen the last of me yet Yoru.” You rolled your eyes, smiling before turning to the range. “Wipe if off for me then,” he huffs, bending down and smiling to your face. You didn’t know whether you wanted to punch him or kiss him. Maybe a bit of both.

Somehow your banter turned into flirting, and before you knew it, he was confessing his love for you. That was two weeks ago, when you were both assigned to scout an area. You’ve known him for a while now, and you always knew him as curt and upfront. But that day, you saw him as someone who was shy, someone who was scared of his own heart.

“Sumanai. I don’t know why I feel this way, and I don’t wanna hassle you. But I can’t keep this to myself anymore. I’ve been meaning to tell you that I love you Y/N. I love you.”

Most importantly, someone who gathered up the courage to be vulnerable enough to hand their heart to someone else.

“We’re not a thing,” Yoru replied coldly to Phoenix, and you heard your heart shatter from the piercing words.

“Huh? Wait I thought you two were dating,” KJ sounded surprised, mainly because you told her everything about you and Yoru. “No? We’re not dating, where did you even get that idea.” He huffs, crossing his arms. “I don’t know? You guys are inseparable, you always look for each other, the nicknames? That kinda gave it away,” Phoenix reasons.

“Nope, nothing’s going on between us. Cmon guys, don’t be crazy.” You decided that you’ve heard enough and came out from behind the wall, smiling with gritted teeth. You didn’t see it, but Yoru tensed immediately as he heard you speak. You give them a smile, taking your seat next to Sova.

“Alright, ready up! Everyone take their seats,” Brimstone enters the room, Viper beside him. Sage was on vacation, you suddenly remember.

“Y/N?” KJ calls, eyeing you. Are you okay? She says with her eyes, and you nod. “Oh man, sorry, I didn’t mean to stir anything here. Was just curious, I swear.” Phoenix held his hands up as he sensed how tense Yoru was. He just made a huge mistake. He didn’t mean for you to hear those lies he made up.

He stood from his seat on the table to sit next to you but he was immediately stopped. “Gekko! Can you sit next to me please? I wanna play with Wingman before I deploy. To calm the jitters ya know?” You smiled at the green haired boy, and he eagerly smiles back. “Sure! Wingman likes you a lot anyways. Save me a seat buddy!” He releases Wingman, and he dashes across the table, saving the seat for Gekko. For a moment, you met eyes with Yoru, and he gave you a glare, while you returned it with a side-eye.

Yoru instead sits across you, but during the entire meeting, you did not look at him. You only hugged Wingman as he slept in your arms, listening to Brimstone and Gekko’s flustered mess of jokes. Yoru in turn just sat there, miserable, watching you flirt with a tennis ball. He wanted to kick Gekko’s head off his shoulders at that moment.

After the meeting, you immediately stood up from your seat (after excusing yourself from Gekko and Wingman of course) and quickly walked to the elevator, trying to avoid Yoru. He catches up with you as you enter it, pressing on the B1st floor button rapidly. As it closes, he slips in a teleportation orb in the elevator. And before you could blink, he was already towering over you.

“Don’t talk to me,” you spat, glaring at him with so much anger you could burn a hole in between his eyes. Your eyes watered as you glared, fists clenched and ready to hit him if he ever took a step closer. His look softens. He didn’t mean to hurt you.

“Y/N, listen—”

“Listen? Seriously?! I listened plenty an hour ago! ‘We’re not a thing,’ then what are we? What am I? Some sort of toy you play with when it’s convenient?”

“No you’re not. Listen, I didn’t want them to know—”

“I know damn well why. I’m not as strong as Skye, or as pretty as Neon. I’m the girl you settled for. I’m not enough to inflate that huge ego of yours.”

“What?” Now he was also getting angry, the blood rising from his neck. “Hang on, what the fuck are you implying? That I’m ashamed of you?” His voice rises, a fist landing above your head with a loud bang. You flinch, but don’t let it show.

“As if that wasn’t obvious already. You barely acknowledge me anytime we’re with the others but morph into someone else when we’re alone. Someone I don’t even think exists anymore.” You held back your tears as best as you can, voice quivering.

“You’re crazy,” Yoru accuses, and you gasp. The nerve of this asshole!

“Crazy? That’s rich coming from someone who confessed one minute and the next, he pretends I don’t exist.”

“When did this become about me? I’m trying to explain—”

“It’s always been about you! You, you, you! You’re selfish, egocentric and fucking heartless! I can’t even understand how you say ‘I love you’ without knowing the meaning of the word.” You snap at him, breathing hard.

He stares at you, eyes dark and clouded. He slowly retracts his arm and backs away from you, standing with closed fists. His blood was boiling in his head, he wanted to yell back. But he loved you too much to say anything hurtful. Why couldn’t you see that? And did you really see him that way?

The elevator chimes, and the door opens. It hangs there for a while until he spoke. “Fine. Think whatever the hell you want. I don’t care.” He says with gritted teeth. He quietly steps out of the elevator, leaving you there, silently weeping.

[yunathecat]

INTRODUCTION ˳ᐟ

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hi my name is yuna !

i’m a fanfiction writer! i’ve read and written fanfiction for yearssss but i’ve never posted any of my work ! that’s why im making this post ! i’m going to start writing mostly requested fanfiction! or anything that comes to my mind on my own that i feel like writing ! if you’re wanting to request to have anything written please read my guidelines/rules below ! this is completely free as i’m just trying to get better at writing and because i find this fun to do ! please request thru comments, the ask me or thru dms if its something you’d like to elaborate on !

i also do free introduction posts, check out one i did for my friend!

@writersblockworks

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what i am comfortable writing about! :

fluff, smut, lemon, lime, au, love triangle, polyamorous fluff/smut, heavy angst, specific personality characteristics (will elaborate below !)

you can request certain characteristics! such as “!yandere [character] x reader” “!jealous [character] x reader” and so on !

i can write character x reader, character x oc, character x character, oc x reader and oc x oc ! if you’d like anything involving your oc then it’d have to be discussed thru dms as i’ll need to know/ask about your character !

i’m also comfortable doing requested plots, scenarios, but in my own writing style ofc ! and aslong as they abide by what i’m comfortable with !

what im NOT comfortable writing about!:

sa/🍇, incest, zoophilia, pedophilia, proships, minor x adult, certain kinks (i will NOT write cnc, ageplay or about any bodily fluids that aren’t commonly sexualized), HEAVY mentions of selfharm/suicide (i can make exceptions for this aslong as its in a fluff way, no angsty stuff cause that can be EXTREMELY triggering), i will NOT write about any smut that involves underaged characters ( i will not make ANY exceptions, this includes if you ask me to age them up, i can age up characters but i still refuse to write smut about them

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fandoms im in :

these are fandoms im in/find easy to write about ! :

(you can request any show/game outside of these, i will do my research and write about it if you request it !)

valorant

marvel

overwatch

star wars

stardew valley

jujutsu kaisen

re:zero

chainsaw man

apex legends

dead by daylight

arcane

sk8 the infinity

black butler

black clover

solo leveling

windbreaker

genshin impact

my hero academia

honkai star rail

nikke: goddess of victory

skull girls

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being a busy writer is hard! so currently there will be limited spots on my requested as i dont want them to pile up. my request spots will be below! you can still request a fic even if they’re full, if i really wanna write it or if it’s something im interested in then i may make exceptions! the character x reader has a higher spot number as i prefer to write those type of fanfics!

oc x character

2/10

reader x character

2/15

character x character

1/10

THATS ALLLLL

ples request im desperate

have a nice day goodbye !

[zaewriteshere]

Protector

AO3 Link

When Iso used his ultimate to save you, he did it out of reflex. He didn’t expect the look of pure gratitude that would be shot his way when your eyes met.

It made his heart flutter.

He wanted to feel it again. At any cost.

---

When Iso first laid eyes on you, he was smitten.

And when your eyes met…

He knew he wouldn’t be able to forget about you. 

Ever.

But you didn’t seem to reciprocate his feelings.

If anything, you seemed nervous around him.

He knew he was a bit intimidating, with his resting frown.

So, he admired you from afar, not wanting to ruin his chances with you.

It was only natural for him when he saved your life during a mission with his ultimate.

Killing the mirror agent, he locked eyes with yours when he got out of his kill contract.

The look you gave him stunned him into place.

It was…

Full.

Of admiration, of gratitude… Of adoration.

It felt his heart flutter.

It made his mind buzz.

It brought blood to his face.

He wanted to experience those feelings again.

As much as he could.

Every day.

He would do anything for that.

It was simple, really.

You looked at him this way when he saved your life.

So he would do it again.

It started off mild.

He would just watch over you from afar, always not too far away from you during missions.

If you noticed, you didn’t comment on it.

The only time you acknowledged it was when you glanced back at him as he shot in the head the enemy you were fighting.

It wasn’t like before.

It was questioning, curious.

He found that he didn’t mind.

Your curiosity was endearing.

Cute.

He quickly realised then how much he truly loved you.

Everything about you was addicting.

And he kept yearning for more.

Every one of your glance shot his way made his heart skip a bit.

—

The first time he felt jealous was when he heard you laugh with another agent.

It shouldn’t have affected him that much.

It shouldn’t even affect him at all.

Yet here he was, glaring at Clove, the agent you were talking to.

Silently, he walked up to you from behind, still shooting daggers towards the controller.

When they finally noticed him, they paled ever so slightly, and bid their goodbyes to you rather quickly.

You didn’t turn around, however.

Why weren’t you ?

Did you hate him ?

But he loved and protected you-

You turned around, and jumped slightly at the sight of him.

“Iso !” You exclaimed, bringing a shaking hand to your heart. “You scared me, I didn’t even notice you,” You announced, relaxing at the sight of him. “What’s up ?” You asked, slowly blinking at him.

He didn’t – couldn’t, he found out – answer you.

The both of you didn’t speak to each other a ton.

And yet, every time you did…

Well, he was left speechless.

“I like how you did your hair today,” He announced, a bit too abruptly in his tastes.

You deserved gentleness and adoration, not brutality and impatience.

You didn’t seem to mind however, as you blushed ever so slightly and avoided his watchful gaze.

He found out that he quite liked that look.

It made him want to protect you even more.

“Oh, thanks ! I didn’t think anybody would notice…” You admitted, sheepish.

“I tend to notice the smaller details,” He said, rubbing the back of his neck.

Of course he did.

He was, after all, a pretty observant individual.

Especially when it was about you.

You had a small smile.

It still made his heart skip a beat.

—

The second time Iso saved you, it was amidst the heat of battle.

He had swiftly killed his counterpart that was aiming at you from behind, and you gasped when the bullet had cut your cheek.

When he noticed that he had hurt you, he thought you were never going to forgive him.

Even though it was to save your life.

… You probably didn’t love him, did you ?

You didn’t even acknowledge him – he doubted you even knew where he was – and proceeded on with the battle.

He continued watching over you from his high vantage point, reticule sometimes on you, or on the angle you were about to peek from.

It was fine.

It was fine that you didn’t like him back.

It was fine that he could only watch you from afar.

He would keep protecting you like he always had done.

You both do not speak to each other besides giving call outs.

Because of how upset he was, he ended up killing almost all of the enemies.

Almost.

The one who was still alive was Clove’s mirror agent.

He remembered the jealousy, the envy that he felt when they made you laugh.

Yu was now hunting.

He had a small, sadistic laugh when he spotted them.

They were about to pay.

He didn’t really care that it wasn’t really them.

He decided to sneak up on them.

Once he judged he was close enough, he stabbed them in the back.

Not once.

Not twice.

Not even thrice.

He honestly lost count at how many times his knife went into their body.

He vaguely remembered they were immortal.

He grew more violent with every one of his strikes.

The sound of your footsteps brought him back to reality.

You shouldn’t be seeing him like this.

He couldn’t allow you to see him like this.

So he cut his session short.

Shame, he was oddly enjoying himself.

He appeared around the corner, and you visibly jumped.

It didn’t take you long to start panicking, however.

“Iso ! Are you alright ? What happened ? I sure hope this isn’t your blood-” You said, checking at him all over.

A small chuckle escaped his lips.

You were so adorable.

“I am fine, don’t worry,” He said, his hands twitching.

He really wanted to cup your cheek and make you look him in the eyes.

But he was dirtied by the blood of the filth, so he shall refrain.

For now.

You were visibly relieved at his words.

“By the way,” You stated, locking gaze with him. “Thank you for killing that enemy earlier. I have yet to be revived by Sage and I am not looking forward to it…” You said, sheepish.

He smiled at you, feeling his heart burst with love.

—

Iso remembered the first time he stole from you.

It was harmless, really. 

He was in your room while you were away taking a shower, and he was quietly observing and taking notes of your belongings.

There was a shirt lying on your bed, it looked worn but… Not enough to be dirty.

He took it and immediately was met with your pleasant smell.

Your entire room did, but it was more… Prominent in this shirt.

He brought it to his face and deeply inhaled.

As he felt his heart burst with happiness and love, he made a decision.

He would borrow this shirt of yours for a bit, then give it back to you.

There was no harm, no foul.

He wouldn’t dream of hurting you, after all.

He knew your shower was about to end, so he quietly exited your room with his prize in hand.

From that point on, he made it a habit.

Every week on average – the days were different – he would come into your room and take a shirt while giving back the one he took previously.

It was a fun game for him, trying not to be spotted while actively stealing from you.

One day, he stumbled upon a shirt he saw you wear a lot.

Your scent was all over it.

He knew it must’ve been one of your favourites.

He wanted to take it but…

He was hesitating.

Taking it might mean hurting you emotionally.

And Yu didn’t want that to happen.

So, despite all his desires to do so, didn’t borrow it.

When he noticed you wearing it the next day, all happy and glowing, he smiled to himself.

He definitely took the right decision then.

—

Iso remembered when he first started following you around.

“Hey Iso !” You called out to him, which surprised him.

He usually was the first one to start the conversation.

He turned to face you, arching an eyebrow quietly.

“Have you seen my graphic tee ? The purple drawing one,” You questioned and described, locking eyes with him.

He knew which one you were talking about.

He borrowed it the other day.

“Ah, I see the one that you mean. No, I haven’t seen it, I’m sorry,” He lied, shrugging nonchalantly.

You seemed bummed, and he had a slight frown.

“Shame. I wanted to wear it on an outing with Gekko…” You announced, pouting.

He felt blood drain his face.

“An outing ?” He repeated, doing his best to make his tone even.

“Yeah, he invited me to watch a movie, and I talked about this shirt to him. I wanted to wear it, but for some reason, I can’t find it anywhere…” You explained, sighing.

“So you’re going to cancel ?” He asked, trying not to sound too hopeful.

“Huh ? No, I’m just going to wear something else,” You replied, shrugging.

He had to keep himself in check to not reveal just how angry he was.

Iso forced a smile.

“Hope you have fun !” He said, nodding.

“Thank you, we will !” You smiled at him.

He couldn’t help but feel so incredibly jealous.

He saved your life numerous times and he barely gets a “thank you”.

But Gekko could invite you to the movies ?

He would have none of it.

He was pissed.

So, he observed you from afar, waiting for the “outing” to begin.

And he knew it was time when you met up with the Latino agent, all dressed up.

You looked very cute.

He didn’t like that one bit.

He quietly followed you both, and you were none the wiser.

You genuinely seemed to enjoy your time, and the initiator was clearly flirting with you.

Why did you enjoy his attention more than his ?

He didn’t love you like he did.

He wasn’t worthy like he was.

Iso squeezed his fist so hard it drew blood.

… Right.

He was going to make him bleed.

He kept following you nonetheless.

Even watched the film, however he was more paying attention to you both than anything.

The American got… Pretty handsy with you.

Wrapping his arm around your shoulders, teasing you, making you laugh.

It made his blood boil.

Despite his feelings – he had seen enough in his opinion – he wanted to make sure that Gekko didn’t go any further than that.

He followed you until you were both back at HQ.

He will make him pay for his transgressions.

He swore it.

—

Thankfully for Iso, the next mission apparently included the enemy Gekko.

He smiled sadistically as he spotted said mirror agent.

He suddenly had a plan.

Once again, he followed the Omega agent and waited for him to be alone.

When he was, he spoke up.

“Are you ready to suffer and die, Gekko ?” He questioned, which made his interlocutor jump.

He whipped around, ready to shoot him, but before he could…

He lodged a bullet in his hand, which made the enemy cry out in pain as he let go of his weapon.

“You didn’t answer my question,” He spat angrily.

The Latino was too busy whimpering and fighting for his life as he pulled out his handgun, trying the same thing once again.

His smile widened as he shot his other hand, the bullet also knocking out the weapon.

He screamed in agony.

Good.

He wanted this guy to suffer.

He roughly grabbed his jaw to make him look him in the eyes, which he eventually did.

“I said ; are you ready to suffer and die, Gekko ?” He repeated himself, his smile dangerous.

“Fuck… You…” The agent cursed, pain clear in his tone and eyes.

He scoffed, squeezing the bones even more.

Gekko hissed, his gaze defiant.

Maybe he’d enjoy killing this one more…

He knew he had to unfortunately make it quick.

Even though he wanted to take his time.

Pulling out his knife, he played with it for a second or two.

He didn’t wait much longer before stabbing both of the agent’s eyes with them, effectively blinding him.

He screamed so loudly, and for so long, that Iso had to wait oh so patiently for him to stop whining.

“That was because you looked at them,” He declared, playing around with his now bloodied weapon.

“Who even is ‘they’ ?” The filth asked, shaking from the pure pain he was feeling.

As he asked this question, the Chinese agent roughly grabbed the tip of his tongue.

He said your name, smiling idly to himself.

“They are everything to me,” He confessed, leaning towards the enemy. “And you,” He continued, tugging the limb more outwards. “Have no rights to talk to them.”

Before he could reply with anything his mind full of pain could come up with, the ex-Scion of Hourglass agent cut his tongue clean off.

“Don’t choke with your own blood, you’ll die when I say you can,” He spat with disgust as he watched the vomit of the red liquid dirty his shoes.

He clicked his own tongue in frustration.

Wiping off the blood on his blade as well as taking one small step back, he looked at his work so far.

That disgusting creature was wailing in agony.

He wasn’t done, however.

With one swift strike for each ear, he cut them off cleanly.

He didn’t know how, but somehow, its screams got even louder.

“That is because you heard their laughter,” He announced, squinting his eyes.

It didn’t seem to be able to hear him.

He didn’t care, though.

Although he should’ve gone for the vocal cords, he thought idly.

Maybe then it would shut up.

… He was curious as to how high pitched, long or even loud that thing could scream for.

He still had some messages to pass on, after all.

As he grabbed its right hand – the thing’s dominant one, he remembered – and asked, oh so patiently ;

“You touched them, too. How many fingers should I cut off for that, you think ?” 

Immediately, as the final words escaped his lips, it started to beg.

Or so he thought, because well…

Its tongue was no more.

At the lack of answers, it started crying.

As he grabbed its thumb, it wailed even harder.

“Which finger would you cut if it meant you’d be able to sleep with them ?” He asked as he looked at its trembling limbs. “Move the one you want me to dismember,” He continued, his smile frozen into place.

At first, there was no movement but the violent shake of the smaller limbs.

Then, hesitantly, it moved its middle finger.

Iso cut it off immediately.

It screamed so loudly he wondered how it still had the lung capacity to do so.

Grabbing it by its short hair, he brought it up to its feet.

Leaning into its bloodied left ear, he whispered as he stabbed it in the stomach ;

“And that, is because you had the guts to ask them out.”

He twisted the knife as it coughed up blood, snarling in pain.

He continually turned the knife around, as the creature kept spewing out more and more blood.

“Die,” He finally said, and after a few moments, the weight of its body rested on him, limp and getting colder by the second.

Satisfied, he pushed its lifeless body unceremoniously.

Suddenly, his comm came alive.

“Iso, where are you ? We won, we’re waiting for you at the rendezvous point,” Sage announced, worry clear in her tone.

“I’m coming,” He simply said, his voice even as he looked down at his artwork.

Today was a good day.

—

Yu remembered the first time he kissed you.

He wasn’t having a good day, feeling ignored by you.

Every time he tried to strike a conversation, you’d freeze and find any and all excuses to not have to say a word to him.

At first, he found it endearing.

Now, he found it aggravating.

He thought that, maybe, just maybe…

You had found out about his little… Activities.

He prayed to anything that was holy for it to not be the case but…

He couldn’t rule that out.

To make matters worse, he was assigned on a mission alongside you.

So, he made a plan.

He will make sure that you would not escape him.

No matter what.

He was in too deep, too enthralled by your mere presence.

Somehow, you were both defending the same site, fighting side by side.

He didn’t even have to think as he finished off the last one of the Omega agents, you turned to face him.

Without any warning, you suddenly whipped out your knife and lounged for him, and he froze.

You’ve never done that before.

Were you about to kill him ?

…

Was it weird that he’d be fine to be killed by your hands ?

He’d actually love that-

A slashing sound was heard, and he felt a warm liquid spilling on him.

He immediately recognised it as blood.

Though there was something else.

You.

You were so close to him.

You two had never been in this much proximity before this very moment.

He could smell you.

He could make out every detail of your features.

He notices a splatter of blood on your lovely face.

Without thinking, he brings a hand to your cheek and wipes it with his thumb.

You lock eyes.

He could feel his heartbeat pumping out of his chest.

It was deafening.

His eyes tracked down to your mouth, and he didn't even think of his next move.

He just leaned in and captured your lips with his.

You were quick to reciprocate, wrapping your hands around his neck and bringing him closer to you.

His hands rested firmly on your hips as he felt overwhelmed by his own happiness.

As he deepened the kiss, you gasped softly.

After a while, he separated himself begrudgingly, needing air.

The look you gave him was enough for him to know.

You loved him, too.

It was all that mattered.

[euphoricbi]

hi hello could you do a gekko x reader (possibly gn) where the reader is jealous of gekko and neon’s “relationship” (like thinks he has a crush on neon or sum) 🤔 mayb takes a suggestive turn 😲

《Wasn't sure if reader and gekko were already in a relationship but I liked it better if they were so!— here you go anon, hope u enjoy. ★》

chara》 Gekko—Mateo, Reader—gn.

warnings》suggestive at the end, not proofread, gekko being a nice bf, kinda angsty.

words》703.

requested?》 yes!★

It was always complicated with Gekko, he has so many friends. But you knew they were all friends, but Gekko was always close with Neon.

You thought this as you slowly looked over at Gekko who, ironically, was talking to Neon. You sighed, before listening a bit.

"You wanna get something to eat?" Neon said, her bright voice making you look at Gekko to see his reaction.

"Sure, I am pretty hungry." He said with a big smile, his pretty eyes glistening.

You frowned. Your hand gripped your phone a bit, before looking up again, seeing Gekko and Neon walking away, Mosh going along with them.

He didn't ask you to go. It always felt like this, anger? Sadness? Mostly jealousy. She could talk to him so effortlessly and they just picked up each other's vibes. Everyday, he and her would have their wonderful conversations, even though you knew that Gekko couldn't possibly hurt you in that way. Neon was awesome. He always said that, how cool she was. But you're cool too, right?

Gekko likes you, not her. You groaned, your eyes shutting as you wondered in your head, why you were thinking this way. You pouted. It wasn't your fault Gekko was always so nice.

God, you desperately hoped that he didn't actually have a crush on her. He could, right? I mean, after all they have a lot in common. God.

You stood up, mumbling a bit to yourself as you dragged your body to your room. As you opened your door, your phone got a notification, you pulled out your phone as you sat on your bed.

"u hungry ? do you want me to pick sum up for you?"

You couldn't help but smile a bit as you read the text from Gekko. But you were still jealous, I mean yeah he thought of you, but— He didn't ask you to go with him.

Maybe he wanted alone time with her. What exactly does he want with her? He wouldn't have a secret motive, you mumbled.

That wasn't something you should be thinking of. You replied to the text.

"Sure."

That sounded vague enough, you though. Pouting a bit, you turned on your TV and began to relax, arms crossed as you thought of the possibilities of Neon and Gekko.

Neon's just too awesome, you thought. She's cooler than me. You mumbled, your eyes shutting as you sighed. Everyone loved Neon, even Gekko, you felt a little choked up, so you just focused on the screen, blinking a few tears away.

Time flew as you watched the shows and movies you liked. Trying to cheer yourself up. It's been four hours, you noted. They've been together for four hours. You frowned again, it felt like your natural resting face.

The door to your room opened, as Gekko stepped in, holding a bag of your favorite fast food restaurant. He grinned at you.

"¡Holá!" He said as he stepped over to you after closing the door, he removed the strap over his chest, setting it down carefully.

"You okay?" He asked looking at your face. You huffed a bit, arms crossed. You looked at him, and felt your face heating up as he tilted his head, getting a bit closer. "What'd I do, cariño?"

"Do you like Neon?" You blurted out, he chuckled. "I mean, yeah— She's cool—" You shook your head, "No, like.. do you like Neon?" He just blinked at you.

"Of course not. We're just friends. She's just really cool, that's all." He smiled, setting down the bag of food he got for you, he removed his shoes and scooted closer to you.

"Why'd you think that, Bebé?" He whispered a bit, snaking his arms around your waist and pulling you closer. "You just look so happy around her.." You mumbled before nuzzling your face into his neck. He let out a small hum in response, pulling you onto his lap.

"I wouldn't do that to you, cariño." He said as he grabbed your face, placing a kiss to your lips.

After a few seconds, he deepened the kiss, his hands grabbing at your waist as he shivered a slight.

"You were jealous of her? Mierda." He groaned, placing a few kisses on your jawline, eliciting a small groan from you. He let out a sharp exhale, placing a soft kiss on your collarbone.

"I'm all yours, mi amor, all yours."

[soledads-graveyard]

please send requests......

hello friends! i'm would like to write.

i only write wlw romance!!!!!!!(fluff/imagines/oneshots mostly!) but id do platonic scenarios and headcanons for men

id feel the most comfortable writing romance for:

arcane -> vi or cait

sdv -> haley, abigail

valorant???? -> fade, deadlock, neon, kj, maybe jett

pokemon -> RIKA RIKA RIKA, ask? I've only played a few of the games so :<

idk mha? -> jirou

atla/lok -> korra, kuvira

mobile suit gundam TWFM: suletta, miorine, nika

id write platonically for any character I know of, otherwise, ask about other fandoms/character from these listed fandoms,, anyone is honestly fair game bc I've seen a lot of media just.. can't remember anything rn......! PLEASE

[amive2567]

hi hi! hope you’re doing well!

could i request a gekko x fem reader where the reader is new to the protocol and gekko trains them? like how harbor trains gekko

i don’t really have anything else to add lol, have fun with it! we need more posts on the gekko x reader tag fr

hope you have a great day/night, and stay hydrated!

A/N: First of all, sorry that it took so long. I was hit with terrible writers block and live was bit stressful so the piece may or may not be the best, but i hope you still like it. Translations: Ojo Bonita = watch out beauty Entrenador = coach Hermosa = gorgeous Cariño = love, but can be interpreted as “dear” or “honey” Words: 643 Type of order: Bubble tea (request), Hot chocolate (fluff ), small Green Tea (platonic with specks of mutual interest romantically), Cupcake (one shot)

As a new recruit in the Val HQ, you still felt lost. Even though you already made some friends and developed a crush on a certain green-haired agent, you still couldn't pinpoint where the training ground was. Harbor even gave you a map, but you failed to orientate yourself in this huge building. A glance at your watch told you that you were slowly but surely running late. "Shit, shit, shit…" you mumbled while trying to find this damn training ground. You rush around corners and long hallways until you stumbled against a body. "¡Ojo Bonita! Why are you running so fast? Jeez you could have tripped, but I am glad you are finally there." Gekko spoke calmly. He picked you up from the ground and got you back on your feet. "I am so sorry. I still have no orientation in this huge building. Where is Harbor?" You glance behind you to look around you. There is no trace of him. "He is busy today. So I am your personal entrenador, hermosa." You smile at him, cursing yourself at the same time that you paid so little attention in your Spanish classes in high school. "We should get going then? I already took some of your time, because of my delay."

At first, he began to explain the different weapons to you. "So the Vandal is a bit more complicated. This weapon's short bursts of fire make short work of enemies. However, the stability suffers with continuous fire. The Vandal maintains its damage at long range and rewards those who specialize in single headshots." he explains expertly. You pick up the weapon and aim at a dummy. "Hermosa, let me show you how to aim properly," he says and stands behind you. He takes your hands in his and guides you. His warmth, lets a shiver run down your spine. "Make sure to aim at the head. The weapon is quite heavy, so you should get some arm training done." He grabs your waist and forces you to take some steps back. Your breath is stuck in your throat. The warmth of his body makes your heart flutter. "Now shoot," he says,and you press the trigger. A loud bang echoes through the hall and the dummy collapses. "I did it." you cheer, and out of euphoria, you hug him.

For a moment no one realized what just happened until you let go, your cheeks were flushed red. "Oh, err, sorry, I didn't mean to…" you stuttered. "No problem, hermosa, it was cute." his cheeks are also faintly red band he rubbed the back of his neck. Both of you kept quiet for a while, and an uncomfortable silence followed. "So, er, what is on the schedule now?" you ask shyly. "I will teach you how to move properly and how to aim during hectic situations" Gekko explained, he seemed to hide his embarrassment for now and tried to be professional.

The hours passed, and you got exhausted. He was kind, but his training was hard. Sweat was running down your forehead, but you kept going, and pushed through. "You did well, hermosa." Gekko patted your back. You smiled up at him and nodded. "Thanks" Gekko handed you a water bottle. "Your first practice went well, but you still need to improve much. We need to teach you hand-to-hand combat as well and all. We continue this tomorrow" He said and smiled. "See ya" he waved goodbye and walked his way, leaving you alone at the HQ training room.

More training sessions had been done, and you improved gravely. Gekko was pleased and also proud. "Hermosa, I think you're ready for your first mission and after it, I have a little surprise. Keep up the good work Cariño" He winked which left you speechless, but a happy feeling arose in your chest.

[writer-freak]

Viper x reader

Request: May I request a Valorant Viper x reader who has a sunshine like personality and is oblivious to being hit on and viper gets jealous plz🙏

Warnings: mostly fluff, a little jealousy, reader and viper live together, grumpy x sunshine, not up to date with valo lore

A/n: Thank you so much for the request and I hope that you enjoy what I have written here. I really love like grumpy sunshine vibe.

The first sunlight peeked into Sabine and yours shared apartment, giving the kitchen a warm golden glow. You were already up, humming softly to yourself as you rummaged through the cabinets, searching for something quick to eat. Despite it being so early in the day, you were already full of energy, something that always baffled and maybe slightly annoyed Viper.

Speaking of the devil, she appeared in the doorway, her dark hair still slightly messy from sleep, and wearing a simple black robe that always suited her perfectly no matter how often you have seen her in it. Her sharp green eyes immediately found you, and she let out a soft sigh.

“Do you ever properly sleep?” she muttered, making her way to the coffee machine.

You spun around with a grin, holding up a box of cereal. “Good morning, Love! And yes, I slept great. Isn’t it a beautiful day?”

She raised an eyebrow, her expression bordering on doubtful as she poured water into the coffee maker. “It’s barely morning. How are you already this... chipper?”

You shrugged, completely unfazed by her grumpiness. “I dunno. It's just a natural gift I have, I guess. Want some cereal?”

“No,” she replied curtly, grabbing her mug and waiting for the coffee to brew. Her patience was obviously thin, her foot tapping against the tile floor as the machine worked at its slow, agonizing pace.

“Why not?” you teased, leaning against the counter beside her. “Cereal is the breakfast of champions! Look at this, brightly colored, sugary goodness, and it takes, like, two seconds to make. Can’t beat that.”

“I’ll stick with coffee,” she said, casting you a side glance.

You grinned at her, scooping a handful of cereal straight from the box and popping it into your mouth. “Suit yourself, but you’re missing out.”

When her coffee finally finished brewing, she poured a cup and took a slow, deliberate sip, her shoulders now visibly relaxing. “Much better,” she murmured.

“See? Even you have your soft spots,” you teased.

She narrowed her eyes at you over the rim of her mug but didn’t respond. Instead, she went to sit at the small table in the kitchen. You followed her, bowl of cereal in hand, and plopped into the seat across from her.

“What?” she asked, her tone flat but not unkind.

“Just enjoying the view,” you said with a cheeky grin, eating another spoonful of cereal.

Her lips twitched, as if fighting a smile. “You’re insufferable.”

“And yet you keep me around,” you shot back, leaning your chin on your hand as you watched her.

She took another sip of coffee, her gaze meeting yours. “Don’t remind me.”

Despite her words, there was an obvious warmth in her eyes, a softness she reserved only for you in moments like this. The two of you sat there in comfortable silence, the room filled with nothing but the faint hum of the refrigerator and the occasional clink of your spoon against the bowl.

It was peaceful, these slow mornings together with her were always your favorite. And though Viper would never admit it aloud, she loved them just as much as you did.

Later That Day

You were seated in the Valorant Protocol's training room, talking exitedly with everyone around you. Today’s sparring had been very successful, or at least, that’s how you saw it. Even with bruises forming on your arm and sweat dripping down your forehead, you couldn't stop chatting ,something that always brightened everyone's mood.

Viper, meanwhile, stood across the room, her arms crossed and her green eyes narrowed as she watched you laugh at something Phoenix had said. You weren’t oblivious to her presence, but you were, unfortunately, oblivious to the way her jaw clenched whenever Phoenix leaned closer to you, his smile a bit too wide for her liking.

“Good spar, yeah?” Phoenix nudged your shoulder, his tone playful.

You nodded enthusiastically. “You were amazing out there! That one move you did at the end? Crazy stuff, Phoenix!”

“Aw, you’re gonna make me blush, mate,” he said with a wink.

Behind him, Viper’s fingers curled slightly. A faint green mist escaped the vents of her gauntlet, her irritation manifesting almost uncontrollably. Killjoy, standing nearby, nudged her subtly.

“Relax, Viper." Killjoy whispered, smirking. “They don’t even realize Phoenix is flirting.”

“That’s the problem,” Viper muttered under her breath. She straightened her posture and began making her way toward you.

You were still grinning at Phoenix, completely unaware of the subtle way he was trying to charm you. “Honestly, I don’t know how you keep your cool in those situations. I’d be a mess!”

“Maybe I could teach you a thing or two,” Phoenix said, leaning in slightly closer.

Before you could respond, a shadow fell over the two of you. “Phoenix,” Viper’s voice was smooth and cold “do you mind? I need a word with them.”

Phoenix blinked, his loosing confident demeanor for a second. “Uh, yeah, sure. Catch you later, sunshine,” he said, shooting you one last grin before retreating.

“Sunshine?” Viper echoed, her tone full with disdain as she stepped closer to you. Her sharp gaze bore into you, making your cheerful smile falter slightly.

“Huh? Oh, it’s just a nickname,” you said with a laugh, scratching the back of your neck. “I guess I’m always smiling, so it makes sense, right?”

Viper didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she studied you, her expression unreadable, though her lips were pressed into a thin line. After a moment, she spoke again. “You’re too trusting.”

You tilted your head, confused. “What do you mean?”

“Phoenix,” she said simply, her voice filled with annoyance. “He was flirting with you.”

Your eyes widened. “What? No, he wasn’t! He’s just being friendly.”

Viper’s eyebrow twitched, and she let out a quiet, unconvinced laugh. “You really don’t see it, do you?”

You frowned, genuinely perplexed. “See what?”

Her frustration finally bubbled to the surface. “You’re oblivious. He wasn’t just being friendly; he was trying to charm you. And judging by the way you encouraged him, it was working.”

It clicked then, the tension in her voice, the way she’d been watching you all afternoon, the sharpness in her words. Your confusion quickly changed into amusement, and a mischievous smile spread across your face.

“Oh my God,” you said, feigning surprise. “Are you jealous?”

Viper’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

“You are!” you teased, stepping closer to her. “Sabine, are you worried that I’d pick Phoenix over you?”

Her gaze flicked to yours, a moment of vulnerability crossing her features before she masked it with her usual demeanor. “I’m not worried. I’m annoyed. There’s a difference.”

You couldn’t resist the urge to push just a little further. “I think it’s cute.”

“Cute?” she repeated, her voice rising slightly in disbelief. “You’re impossible.”

You reached out, gently taking one of her gloved hands in yours. Her breath hitched, and for a moment, you could feel the tension in her body dissappearing. “Hey,” you said softly, your teasing tone replaced by sincerity. “You don’t have to be jealous. I’m not interested in Phoenix, or anyone else for that matter. Just you.”

Her eyes searched yours, as if trying to gauge your honesty. When she found no trace of deceit, her shoulders relaxed slightly. “You have a strange way of showing it,” she muttered, though her voice had lost its edge.

“I didn’t even know he was flirting!” you protested, laughing. “But maybe I’ll start paying more attention… if it means I get to see this side of you more often.”

She rolled her eyes, but there was a faint hint of a smirk on her lips. “You’re insufferable.”

“And you love it,” you said, leaning up to press a peck on her lips. Her eyes widened, and a blush crept up her neck, but she didn’t pull away.

“Maybe,” she admitted quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. “But if you ever call me cute again, you’ll regret it.”

You grinned, your sunshine like smile showing through once more. “Sure, Sabine. Whatever you say.”

From the corner of the room, Killjoy and Raze exchanged a knowing look, grinning as they witnessed the grumpy and sunshine duo in all their glory.

[art-missy]

Could you do another with Fade? I loved the last one so much omg

How about one where Fade comes back injured after an assignments and reader patches her up?? She needs someone to take care of her, thank uu

Glad that you loved the last one (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

Let's see... Fade being taken care of by Reader after getting hurt on an assignment... Yeah I think I can whip something up.

You were the first option that came in her mind. Sage was on another mission, Skye was back in Australia for her days off and her mind was about to take off because of the pain. She had enough strength to limp to your dorm room and knock. After that, darkness welcomed her in a forced embrace.

Fade opened her eyes to the sound of someone humming. The pain in her leg went away, only leaving an annoying soreness as a notice of passage. She felt groggy and couldn't stop her body from manifesting it with a sleepy whine.

The humming stopped and when she —very slowly— turned her head to the side, her heavy-lidded eyes met your sternly concerned ones.

"I took care of your leg," you said simply as you helped her sit up. "Your ankle was badly sprained and a bullet was paying rent in your thigh. Bad fall ? Ambush ? Both ?"

"Both," she answered, her voice croaky.

Once she was sat against the headboard of the bed, you pulled thermometer out of your bedtable drawer. Fade accepted it in her mouth without complaining. She then noticed that she wasn't dressed of her drenched clothes anymore but of a comfy pajama, and a neatly wrapped bandage around her wrist.

"Icebox is definitely not a place that suits you," she heard you sighing as she looked at the ceiling.

"How long was I unconscious ?" she asked.

"It would have been two days in three hours," you replied as you took the thermometer back from her mouth. "Wonderful ! You don't have a fever !"

"Anjinim var," she grumbled.

You nodded and pointed at a tray on the bedtable.

"Figured," you hummed. "I was serving myself a cup of tea before you woke up. Your throat definitely need it more than mine. Citrus, chamomile and honey," you poured a cup and handed it to her slightly shaky hands. "Don't look at me like that. You won't have coffee before a while, young lady."

She said nothing more, letting you taking care of her. She trusted you fully, knowing that you would always treat her with the utmost care and love. Your concern was heartwarming, even though you sometimes reminded her of a loving but stern granny. Especially when you reminded her to always wear a scarf when she was assigned in an operation in Icebox or how you would scold her with long lectures about keeping one self warm if she refused.

"I'll let Sage check on you when she returns," you said as the warmth of the tea danced in her throat. "I might have healing abilities, she's the true doc around and I want to be certain your leg is alright."

Fade moved her leg under the comforter, as if testing it. Apart from a light heaviness in the thigh and a soreness in the ankle, it didn't feel like she nearly lost it almost two days ago.

"Thanks."

"Please, thank me by finishing your tea and taking a few days off."

A tired but lovely smile carved her lips. She truly felt lucky to have you. Being under your care was the best thing that could happen to her after a deathly assignment. You were home.

Anjinim var = I have a sore throat

[ahummingbirdwitch]

can i get a very horny and desperate cypher x fem!reader at a party setting in val HQ with him jealous and stuff, veryyyy nsfw please! 🙏🙏🙏🙏 thank you ❣️

Hell yes. I LOVE me some jealous Cypher 😈

SURPRISE SURPRISE, this one is super long because I got, um... a little carried away...

Jealous Jealous Jealous (Cypher x F!Reader)

Summary: There's a party at Valorant HQ and Cypher isn't as attentive a boyfriend as he should be. If he wants to make it up to you, he's gonna have to work for it...

Pairing: Cypher x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2,775

Warnings: p in v sex, vaginal fingering, unsafe sex, creampie

Notes: THIS ENDED UP BEING SO MUCH LONGER THAN IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE AND I AM POSTING THIS AT 3:36AM

Cypher didn’t do parties, and neither did Valorant. Not really, anyway.

There were little soirees here and there, small team events and even the occasional birthday celebration in the common room, but never full-out parties. Typically, if agents wanted a party, they’d have one outside of HQ. It wasn’t exactly a prime location for having fun.

Tonight, though, there was a party, and it had explicitly been called such. You’d approached him about it the other day, explaining that it had something to do with the newest agent, Clove; apparently the young Scot had decided to throw one as a way of getting to know the other agents, and Brim, oddly enough, had agreed to let them use one of the spare rooms for the event. Perhaps he’d become desperate to boost morale lately.

You’d spoken eagerly of attending the party, but Cypher had been less enthusiastic. He’d already gathered enough information about Clove—having done his research long before they’d even arrived at HQ—and he was far too busy working on his latest device. Besides, he figured practically no one would show up. With so many agents occupied and scattered across the globe, Clove would be lucky to have even a quarter of the protocol in attendance.

“You have fun, my dear,” he’d told you earlier that evening. “Do tell me how it goes.”

“Guess I will,” you’d responded, letting out a soft sigh just before leaving the room. He’d returned to his gadgets shortly after, content to spend the rest of the night working away. He’d keep an eye on you, of course. He always did. He had never really enjoyed parties much anyway; he would only hold you back.

Cypher had expected to have an uneventful evening, watching his cameras in between tinkering, but instead, he found himself lurking in the corner of the event room, eyeing you from a distance with a fiery sharpness in his chest.

The party had turned out to be busy after all—shockingly so, with nearly half the protocol present—and he’d watched you flit around all night from his room, happy as a clam as you mingled with the other agents. His interest had grown over the last several hours, seeing you laugh and dance and twirl around in the pretty little dress you’d decided to wear, and finally, it had become too much for him to handle. He’d been an absolute idiot. He needed to come down there now and spend time with you.

And so he had come to see you, entering silently and keeping to the darker corners of the room to not draw too much attention to himself, but when he’d caught sight of you, his stomach had twisted. You were off to one side of the room, talking to Chamber, and that smug bastard was looking at you like the latest designer watch.

Cypher was frozen in place for a good minute, steaming like a tea kettle at boiling point. Of course you weren’t flirting with him—you wouldn’t. But Chamber was a dog masquerading as a gentleman, and he would flirt with you.

He didn’t get to look at you like that. No one got to look at you like that.

It took him a moment to rein himself in—ensuring he wouldn’t wring the Frenchman’s neck as soon as he got over there—but Cypher was quick to start moving, marching across the room towards the two of you. He was in such a rush, he barely noticed Killjoy shooting him a friendly greeting as he passed.

You spotted him as he approached, turning to look at him with round, surprised eyes. “Am—Cypher!” you said, cutting off Chamber, who had been talking. “You’re—here. I didn’t think you were gonna come.”

Cypher came to a halt right in front of you, not hesitating to take your hands in his and pull you closer to him. “Of course,” he said, pointedly ignoring Chamber’s presence. “I wouldn’t miss it, my love.”

You blinked at him, looking almost pleasantly stunned, color creeping into your cheeks. He almost never called you any pet names around others—let alone that one—but he was feeling rather different tonight. Bolder. Territorial.

Chamber cleared his throat. “Ah, Cypher,” he drawled. “So nice of you to join us, monsieur. We were just having a little chat.”

Cypher tightened his grasp on your hands ever so slightly, working to keep his anger in check. “Is that so?” he asked coldly. “What kind of chat?”

Chamber chuckled. “Why, we were just talking about you, actually,” he said. “I was wondering why you had decided not to come. I had believed the two of you were an item, so I was quite surprised to find my friend alone this evening.”

Cypher gritted his teeth. She is my girlfriend, and you are not her friend. She’s your coworker and nothing more! “We are together,” he growled. “And I had— tasks to attend to. But I am here now. That is all that matters.”

“I’m glad to hear it,” Chamber responded with a smirk. “Take good care of your petite amie, my friend. It’s quite rude to leave a lady unattended.”

Cypher bristled, wanting nothing more than to punch the other agent right in his stupid glasses, but Chamber was already turning and heading away. Your voice broke him out of his trance. “Amir. You’re hurting me.”

Cypher came to his senses, letting go of your hands. “Shit. I’m—I’m sorry, dear,” he said hurriedly.

“What was that all about?” you asked, concerned. “You seem—agitated.”

Cypher hesitated, suddenly feeling very awkward. He’d only just gotten to the party, and he’d already worked himself up. He needed to focus. He was here to be with you, and have fun. “It’s—nothing,” he replied. “I just—wanted to see you, dear. Right away.”

You weren’t convinced. “Were you… jealous, just now?” you pressed, furrowing your brows. “Of Chamber?”

Cypher did not answer right away, knowing that if he answered “yes,” he would sound like even more of an imbecile than he already felt. “Well, he—he was clearly hitting on you,” he protested.

“Yeah, I got that,” you said flatly. “I’ve been here long enough, Cypher. I know he’s a jackass. I was just about to get rid of him before you showed up.”

Cypher’s heart sank. Perhaps you hadn’t meant it, but you’d called him Cypher instead of his real name. He looked away slightly, shame clawing at him, but his fury from before had not fully dissipated. He knew he’d acted rashly by barging in, but how could he not have? “If you were uncomfortable, then I’m glad I intervened,” he asserted. “I will not stand for that. I will not let him prey on you.”

“Like I’m a piece of meat?” you said, unimpressed. “I can handle a conversation on my own, thank you. Like I can handle most things. You were certainly fine letting me go to the party by myself tonight.”

Burning guilt rose inside him. He should have been able to tell how disappointed you were when he’d told you he wasn’t going. Of course you’d wanted him to go with you. “I’m—I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he said, reaching for your hands again. “Please, can we—can we go talk? Somewhere private?”

You pursed your lip, still looking thoroughly annoyed. “I don’t know,” you said, sarcasm in your voice. “I don’t really feel like talking anymore. I think I’d rather dance.”

You started to move towards the dance floor, and he stopped you, extending his hand. “No, wait—dance with me, then,” he insisted. He’d never seen you so irritated; frankly, it was worrying him. He was more than ready to make up for all of this—even if he hadn’t danced in years.

You frowned. “Lots of people here without dance partners,” you said dryly, looking past him. “I’m sure I can find one.”

Cypher stared at you, abashed. You weren’t being serious, were you? You wouldn’t actually dance with someone else—not like that. He looked you up and down, taking in the whole sight of you: your flushed, indignant expression, your pouting mouth, your dress that hugged your body in all the right places—and all at once, his dismay turned to something else—something harder, angrier . Clearly, you were hurt, but surely this—giving him the cold shoulder, threatening to let someone else dance with you, have you to themself—was unnecessary. Cruel, even. He’d already spent most of the night without you, and now that he was here, you were threatening to spend it with someone else?

He was at fault, here, yes, but didn’t he get at least a second to talk to you?

Before he could change his mind, he grabbed you by the wrist, keeping you from getting away. “Come with me,” he ordered. “ Now. ”

You glared at him, fire in your eyes. “What are you doing?” you demanded.

He didn’t answer you, already pulling you towards the exit by the wrist. He dragged you past several agents—many of whom cast baffled glances your way—leading you out of the room and into the hall as you made indignant sounds of protest. At the end of the hall, he pushed you into a secluded corner, pinning you up against the wall.

Cypher held you back by your wrists, making you squeak when he shoved his leg between your thighs. “Give me a minute,” he hissed, “to make it up to you.”

Your eyes were wide, your lips parted in shock and your face vibrant red—from anger, or something else, or both, he couldn’t be sure yet. “What are you doing? ” you asked him again, sounding more confused than upset.

Cypher released your wrists for a moment, just long enough to remove his mask and pull up his undercovering above his mouth. Once he’d set his mask aside, he was upon you again, pressing wet kisses up the length of your neck, his hands keeping you in place. He felt like he was on fire, his body too hot, all his emotions rising to the surface like flames. “I was a fool,” he breathed, kissing your ear before taking it gently between his teeth. “Forgive me, sokar. Please.”

He sucked on your ear, and the hushed moan he drew out of you sent a delighted shiver through him. You bit your lip, as if trying to stifle yourself, but you weren’t fighting him—not even a little. “You’re just—just jealous,” you mumbled.

He felt a sharp pang of shame again. “It’s true I got jealous,” he confessed softly, kissing the underside of your jaw. “I—I wanted to burn him just for looking at you. But—can you blame me, my love?” He let go of one of your wrists, using his free hand to feel the curve of your hip. “You’re so beautiful. How could I not want you all to myself?”

You shuddered slightly, still not resisting him. “Y-You—” you started to say, only to break off into a half-moan when he licked a stripe up your neck. “You didn’t—even notice that I was upset. Earlier…”

Cypher kissed your cheek, his hand moving down to grip your thigh. “I know,” he murmured, every inch of him aching with need—need for you, a need to make you feel good again. “I know, sweetheart. I should have listened. I should have come with you.” He kissed the corner of your mouth. “Please forgive me, zouina. I’ll do anything for you.”

His hand wandered under the hem of your dress, making its way between your legs, and you let him. He found your panties easily, using two fingers to trace the outside of the fabric, and he nearly cursed aloud at how wet he found it. You let out the softest of whimpers when he made contact, and his cock hardened in his pants. You might not have forgiven him yet, not with words, but you wanted him. And he meant it when he’d said he’d do anything for you.

He caressed you through your panties, making sure to swipe over the sensitive bud at the top. “Let me touch you, kitten,” he coaxed into your ear. “You have my attention now—all of it. Let me take care of you.”

You said nothing for a heartbeat, soundless except for the short little breaths coming out through your mouth, but then, without speaking, you gave him your answer. You closed your eyes and moved your body ever so slightly forward, pressing yourself harder against his fingers. You’d relaxed completely against the wall, still and pliant with your arms up of your own accord.

That was all the permission he needed. Cypher swiftly removed his glove, then slipped one finger under your panties, easily finding your soaked entrance and plunging in. You whined at the penetration, and he took advantage of your open mouth, capturing your lips with his. You moaned into the kiss, bucking your hips as you chased the movement of his finger, and he sucked on your tongue, painfully aware of how much harder he was getting by the second.

“So lovely,” he whispered in between kisses, pumping his finger in and out of you. You were so wet, he could hear you. “My gorgeous girl. I’m yours tonight—all yours.”

You whimpered in response, clawing at the back of his head, losing yourself to the pleasure. He teased your clit with his thumb, and you jerked against him, nipping fiercely at his lower lip. You’d given in to him by now, but that didn’t mean all of your fire from before was gone completely. “Fuck me,” you gasped, breathing harshly. “Right now.”

Your wish was his command. Cypher wrenched his finger from you, then ripped your panties clean off, too desperate for once to care about manners; judging by your lack of reaction to the act, you felt the same. He wasted no time yanking his pants down and freeing his cock, already at full hardness, and used both hands to lift your dress up above your thighs. When he brought his cock to your entrance, testing your opening with his swollen head, he found you more than ready for him, slick and pulsing. He claimed your mouth again as he pushed inside of you, gripping your hips and driving himself in as deep as he could go.

The kiss was rough and messy, and so was the way he fucked you. Cypher pounded into you greedily, relentlessly, needing you, needing your sweet satin walls sucking the life out of him and making him forget how much of an idiot he’d been tonight. He tasted your tongue and swallowed your moans, bruising your thighs as he gave you what you’d demanded from him. He would gladly give his all, give you everything if it meant making you happy again.

He had no idea how much time had passed, but at some point you broke free of the kiss to murmur, as if realizing something, “The—the cameras—”

“I’ll erase the footage,” he panted, stealing your lips back. None of that mattered. Nothing mattered except the two of you right now. His cock was inside you, and it was about to burst.

You seemed to sense it. “Amir,” you whined, raking your nails across his skullcap. “Please—I—”

His heart sang. Amir. Not Cypher. Fuck, he was so close. He wanted to fill your perfect cunt, pump it so full of cum you forgot everything else. He reached down between the two of you and found your clit again, determined to make you feel as good as he was about to. “I love you,” he choked out. “I love you, sokar, cum for me—”

Just a few calculated strokes and you were suddenly there, spasming around his cock and milking him for all he was worth. He moaned helplessly into your mouth as he came, your long wail of pleasure ringing in his ears.

It felt like a lifetime before he could finally think again, the blood rushing back to his brain. Cypher relaxed his grip on your hips and leaned forward, still inside of you, resting his forehead on yours. After a moment, he dared to look into your eyes. Now that you’d been satisfied, were you still angry with him? Had he made up for tonight? Or had he just made everything worse?

To his relief, you held his gaze, and a tiny, weary smile began to form on your face. “Alright,” you said with a sigh. “I forgive you.”

[wiltedflowerpetals]

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Weak (Part 2, Finale) (Valorant Yoru x Fem!Reader)

Yoru sat on his bed, arms leaning on his knees. He brooded as he sharpened his knife, the friction sending sparks around the dimly lit room. He blasted Japanese rap music on the speakers, trying to keep himself occupied.

But he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

He knew how it felt to burst out in anger and say things you don’t mean, so he kept convincing himself that you didn’t really feel that way about him; that you saw him as more than just an asshole. But he couldn’t blame you. He hurt you by lying just to save himself from being teased about you. He knew damn well you were out of his league, and if Phoenix knew, he’d never hear the end of it.

Was lying really worth hurting you? No, and he regrets it deeply.

He sighs. I hope her head is cool once she comes back. I need to explain myself. But his thoughts were stopped by a loud banging outside his room. He scrambles to turn off the music. “What do you want?” He yells back, rolling his eyes.

“Y/N! She’s hurt! She’s—it’s serious! Please you have to—” He hears KJ scream frantically behind the door, and his eyes widened. He springs to his feet, dropping his knife on the floor. Without a second thought, he opens the door and grabs KJ’s shoulders. “Where,” he asked sternly, and KJ winces. “T-they’re taking her to the ICU, she’s in an u-unstable state,” she replies, but he was already running to the infirmary.

Hearing how panicked KJ was, a million nightmares played in his head. Sage wasn’t here, which heightened his anxiety. What if you die? And Sage couldn’t bring you back? What if you suffer so much, you gain amnesia? What if you turn into something like Omen?

He shook his head. He won’t let that happen. He’d tear a hole in the whole dimensional fabric of the universe before he lets that happen.

As he saw the room you were held in, he bangs on the door. “Open the FUCKING DOOR!” He yells, kicking it with so much force, it groaned but stood firm. Phoenix ran and tried to hold him back. “Stop man! You’ll break the door!” He warns, holding his best mate’s arms back. “Kuso, doke!” He thrashes violently, trying to elbow Phoenix’s face. Viper looked back from the window, and she could tell that Yoru won’t relent until he was let in.

She instead opens the door and gets out of the sterile room, glaring at Yoru. Yoru returns the look, pushing Phoenix off him. “What the fuck did you do to her.” Yoru growls, grabbing the doctor by her coat, but she doesn’t squirm. “Nothing that isn’t helpful. You can’t enter the room.” She orders, but his grip doesn’t loosen. Behind them, Phoenix watches closely, making sure Yoru didn’t do anything too rash. A few agents also arrive, and a few gasps were emitted as they saw you through the glass.

Yoru watches you writhe on the bed, your limbs secured on the metal bars. You were screaming, face stained with tears of pain. Several markings on your body pulsed in the color red with every movement you made. His eyes were wide and his mouth hangs open, shocked and scared. He looks back at Viper with fury.

“Tell me what’s going on. NOW.” He demands, and Viper holds on to his wrist, trying to tear him off her. Phoenix intervenes, trying to break the two up but he’s shoved aside by Yoru. “Her body was exposed to Radianite residue for too long when she investigated one of the mission’s points of interest. We didn’t anticipate the reserves still active in the mineshaft.” She explains, dusting herself.

“At the moment, there’s no cure. Not even Sage would be able to help her. Y/N’s not radiant, which makes the situation much worse. This could be fatal.” Hearing this, Yoru’s blood boiled. “No cure? What do you mean no cure?! Why didn’t you discuss this in the risk management?! YOU SENT HER ON A SUICIDE MISSION.” He screams at her face, and Phoenix was almost fed up with Yoru’s behavior. He understood how much he cared about you but this wasn’t helping anyone.

“Man, lay off. Y/N’s not the only one affected here. Harbor and Viper are also fatigued. Doc is trying her best to keep Y/N alive right now,” Phoenix warns, squeezing Yoru’s shoulder with force. “Y/N’s body is fighting the effects right now. All we can do is hope she overcomes it, and that Sage arrives here on time. She may at least try to relieve some of her pain.”  Viper adds, but Yoru did not relent.

“And what if she doesn’t? What then? You send her off into a mission you weren’t prepared for and now you just hope she lives?!” Yoru clenches his fist, but before he could grab Viper again, Phoenix threw him a punch in the face, knocking him down. “I told you man! Lay off! You’re acting crazy!” He rubs his fist on his white jacket, watching Yoru get up on his feet. He’d never seen Yoru this angry. In blind rage, Yoru charges at Phoenix, but before he could, Viper injects him with a sleeping drug on his neck.

The last thing he sees is you, on your hospital bed, sweating and in pain. His heart drops. He wanted to be there, to hold your hand. “Y/N…” he whispers your name, but you do not hear it.

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The next time he wakes up, he couldn’t move properly. Adjusting his view, he sees a gray wall. He was laying on his side. When he was about to wipe on his eyes, he couldn’t. Huh? Where the hell am I? Pulling at his arms, he realized he was handcuffed. He sprung upward, looking around. It was a small room, only furnished with a rickety bed, a single faucet and what he assumed was another room for a lavatory. On the other side was a door that had a large rectangular window on it.

Am I in a jail cell?

“Hey!” He yells, banging on the door with his shoulders. He tries to kick it down but doesn’t do much damage, still dizzy from the drug. He peers out the window, and sees a familiar mop of brown hair. It was Phoenix on the other side. “Phoenix, open the fucking door!” He orders, slamming his whole weight on the door.

“Can’t man. I know you’re worried about her. So are we. But fucking up Viper’s work won’t help anyone, especially Y/N.” Phoenix reasons quietly, crossing his arms. He feels his best friend’s anger through the door, and he felt guilty for punching him. But it had to be done, unless he wanted Yoru to do something he’d regret for the rest of his life.

“I can’t just wait for her to rot in there! Open the door!” Yoru persisted. His voice was starting to waver. “And what would you do? What would you even do there? Hassle the doc?” Phoenix replies angrily, facing the window.

“Damn it, I’d take her pain and turn it into mine if I could!” He shouts back angrily with a last bang on the door with his back. “Fuck, I… I can’t just wait here while she suffers. I can’t.” He croaks, slowly sitting down against the door. He then remembered how in pain you were. His heart clenched. He cared about you more than he let himself show.

“All I know is that I want to be with her right now. That’s all I ask,” he begged.

Phoenix listens as Yoru sulked there. Fuck, now he wants to open the door. Yoru hears Phoenix leave him, his footsteps fading into obscurity. He sat there, tugging on his binds occasionally. How crazy you got him right now. He thought about your last conversation. Another lie: he did care. He cared about you a lot. He loved you so much.

How he wished that you left with your last conversation being how much he loved you instead of an argument over his mistake.

“Kiritani.” He hears a familiar voice call, and he springs to his feet. His eyes met Viper’s through the window. “Please, let me see her.” He asks breathlessly. Viper stares emptily at him before nodding. “Tell me honestly, how come her situation elicits such a strong reaction from you? Is there anything I should be aware of?” She asks as the door slowly opens.

Yoru gulps, but he smiles faintly. “I’m her boyfriend. It’s my job to worry.” Phoenix’s eyes widened. Viper only nods again. She didn’t remember the last time she worried about someone as hard as he did. She respected it.

As soon as the door was opened for him, he rushed to you. He didn’t know why but you looked gaunt, and it had only been hours. You were sweating but visibly conscious, your eyes glazed open. “Y/N,” he almost yelps, kneeling down cupping your face. The rest of the protocol watched from the window as you stir. “Ryo…?” You croaked, trying to look for him, but you could only see his blurry face. “I’m here Y/N, I’m so sorry.” He grits his teeth in frustration. It pained him to see you so weak.

He reaches for your hand and gives it a reassuring squeeze. “We found that having pure radianite around her siphons the effects of the decay. Problem is, it turns the radianite into residue, so it’s circular feedback. Killjoy made a radianite filter in house. It seems to alleviate some of the pain. She just has to endure.” Viper explains bluntly, pulling the gloves off her hands. “Don’t approach the filter. I don’t want another patient. That’s Sage’s job.” She adds before moving to the monitors.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry for what I said earlier. I do care, I care about you more than I care about anything else. I’m sorry for denying you whenever they asked. I’m not ashamed of you, in fact, you’re the best thing that’s happened to me in a while.” He confessed, not caring if Viper was there to hear. You look at him sadly. He was disheveled.

“I’m just scared that if they knew that we’re together, they’ll tell you that I’m bad news. They’ll tell you that I’m not a good boyfriend, tell you that I don’t deserve you. I’m not deaf Y/N, I know what they say about me. I’m scared that you’ll change your mind.” He chokes on his words as he held on to you. “I love you and I will never be ashamed to call you mine. So please, please, fight the decay.” He begged, a stray tear rolling down his cheek.

It pained your throat to speak but instead you smile. So that’s all it was huh? You wanted to tell him that no one would say anything bad about him, and if they did, it didn’t matter. You knew him well, and knew that behind that tough exterior was someone who just wants to be accepted. Someone who wants to be loved.

You instead smile, tears rolling down your eyes. I love you too, you thought.

“There’s something happening to her vitals. What are you doing?” Viper suddenly asks as she monitors all the data in the screen. She gives Yoru an intense stare. “I’m not doing anything,” he replies angrily, wiping the tear away. “Her vitals are improving. Strange,” Viper says casually. “It seems that your radiant energy is better at siphoning the decay than radianite itself. How about we test this theory,” she sighs.

The doors open and she lets everyone inside, even those who weren’t radiant. “Y/N, we’re here. Get better soon okay?” Jett smiles, holding her arms. Phoenix stands next to Yoru, rubbing his shoulder. “You better recover soon, your boyfriend is losing his mind over you. I punched him in the face.” He chuckles, and Yoru hits him in the stomach, shooing him away.

“Is that so?” You manage to croak out, chuckling lightly. With that, Viper looks at the monitors again. “I see. It seems like the theory is true. You’re all cancelling the circular feedback loop. Y/N’s vitals are improving rapidly. Can you sit up?” Viper requests, and you try. Yoru helps you, smiling. “It still hurts but not as bad as before.” You could now say full sentences. You look at Yoru and smile widely.

“I love you,” you finally say, and he closes the gap with a kiss, his hands holding your head close, keeping you steady. Your hands weakly reach for his cheeks, caressing his soft skin. The rest watch with wide eyes. “I’ll never deny you again. I promise.” He says breathlessly, embracing you.

“There goes a new couple in the protocol. Any thoughts Brimmy?” Phoenix asks, and Brimstone sighs. “Just don’t let me catch you doing shit outside your rooms. That’s all I ask.” He groans. Viper on the other hand stood there, leaning back on the door, watching everyone. Seeing you both together warmed her cold heart somehow.

[hurricaneonanesthesia]

hello !! Can I have a Sova x reader where they just have a quiet date night and they like sway to music after :'D

Warnings: none

Genre: fluff

Pairing(s): Sova x GN!Reader

Authors Notes: YALL IM NOT DEAD I SWEAR IVE BEEN BUSY WITH SCHOOL

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"Sasha, what's this?" You smile at him, amused. Sova stands slightly apart from you, a sheepish smile on his face, "I thought it would be nice to spend some time together, after all, we have been fairly busy recently," he held his hand out, which you took graciously squeezing his hand.

Sova has a small table set up in the common room, a plain white tablecloth, and a small vase of flowers set as a centerpiece. You're not sure when he had the time to do this, but you sum it up to Sage's assistance. Sova lets go of your hand for the moment, striding forward to pull out your chair for you. "What a gentleman," you giggle, taking a seat. Sova blushes lightly, rubbing the back of his neck. He leans over, pressing a kiss to your temple, "I'll be right back my love, wait right here." You nodded, leaning over, watching Sova busy himself. Soon, he walks back, two plates held in each, carefully he places your plate in front of you and his in front of his. He turned to grab utensils, setting yours next to you and taking a seat in his chair.

Your eyes widen as you realize that Sova had acquired your favorite meal, a fond smile gracing your face. Looking up at him you feel your heart swell with affection. "When did you have time to do this?" You don't doubt that Sova had to wrangle in all of the younger agents in order for the two of you to have dinner in peace in the empty common room. "Well, I had some help," he chuckled, reaching across the table to hold your hand in his. He intertwined fingers with yours, his thumb rubbing the back of your hand as he stared at you affectionately. "Sova, if you do this, how am I supposed to eat?" you laughed lightly, but didn't pull your hand away. "Oh right, that's true," his face flushes out of embarrassment as he reluctantly pulls away.

The two of you start eating, sitting in comfortable silence. It's occasionally broken by the light conversations the two of hold. Sova soon finishes up and seeing that you've also finished as well, takes your plate for you. He sets it down in the sink to wash in a bit, holding his hand out to you, a gentle smile on his face. You're not exactly sure when but you can hear the gentle sound of some jazz music playing in the background, not overpowering but just audible.

You stand, snaking an arm around his waist, your face pressed up against his chest. You can hear the low rumbling of his chuckling, and the steady beating of his heartbeat. The two of you move in sync as you sway to the music. Sova rests his chin on top of your head, pressing a kiss to it. "I love you so much," he whispered. You pressed your face into his neck smiling gently, "I do too."

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