#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💙

[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.

[jojikawa]

could i request baby making with chamber? so much foreplay, multiple orgasms with the hottest dirty talk, breeding-kink-ish and the best aftercare?🥹

i really love your writing!!

CHAMBER x FEM!READER

tw// NSFW Themes (sex), unprotected sex, poorly google translated French, lap-sitting, spanking, Vincent casually sexualizing fem-bodied reader in a public setting, choking, light BDSM, breeding kink brain rotted Vincent, dirty talking, sub reader, dom Vincent, oral (both giving and receiving) aftercare.

by Sanyulmi via Twitter

Everyone in the protocol celebrated their off days differently. Pheonix spent his time trying to get at different girls or—Jett. Yoru spent his time with games or taking a ride out to the garden. Raze would spend time with Killjoy, etc!

Your days were different, though. You often found yourself out of the country or at a resort somewhere in France. The warm air, the exquisite food selection, and the company of Vincent Fabron. He was the man generous enough to spoil you any chance he got. He simply adored you. Vincent would do anything to put a smile on your face. Vacations became the norm at the very beginning of your relationship with him. As soon as his bank account blew up from his sales of weapons, Vincent became Chamber. It was quickly dubbed to be the perfect relationship.

Now, what about the future?

Vincent always dreamed of starting a family with you. He wondered how your children would look and how he would fair as a dad. He was a man that could do anything since he wasn’t sentenced to endlessly working to provide. The dream of being able to spend time with his family.

It was a Friday morning when he finally came to his senses. The two of you have been planning parenthood for a while but there was no set date of when you’d try for a baby. It was just something that…would happen. He was also tied up with his scheme with mirror Vincent. Another thing was that he didn’t want to pull you away from the protocol if you were truly enjoying your time with them. He was very considerate.

Until…he wasn’t.

Sometimes you were just too hard to resist.

The French man found himself staring at you, respectfully. You two were relaxing on the beach together and you were just an arm’s length away from each other. He watched as you took off the silk kimono, revealing a bikini that left nothing to the imagination. It brought together your breasts for flattering cleavage. The bikini bottom was a high-rise thong that made your waist look small and your hips curvy. You hadn’t been paying Vincent any mind the whole time until you decided to finally get up.

You turned around. “Vince, I think I’m gonna go in the water for a bit-“ You trailed off when you saw his smug face that was previously staring at your ass. “Vincent.” You narrowed your eyes. The sudden shift in your tone caused him to snap out of his daze. His eyes then rose upward to your breasts. So shameless.

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms and breaking the line of sight. “What are you doing?” You asked, unamused at his behavior. He wasn’t the gentleman he always portrayed himself to be. You knew him best.

“Oh, me? I am just enjoying the view.”

A giggle left your mouth. “Oh really? I believe the beach is over there but for some reason, you just can’t keep your eyes off of me.” You placed your hands under your breasts making them jiggle just a bit. He wanted you so badly. “There are things in this world that are far more beautiful than this beach.” He took a sip of the nearby cocktail that was sitting on the end table beside him.

“Mmm. Who knew I could have found someone so romantic.” You smiled softly before eyeing him once more. “Are you not hot wearing all of that?” You saw that he was still wearing his usual attire. A suit. At the beach.

You loved his look but he was the only one dressing like that…apart from the bodyguards that were just out of sight.

“Of course, mon amour, you know I have my suits made to be breathable,” Vincent muttered as he adjusted the umbrella over his head for more shade. “Well, can you help me finish putting on some sunscreen?” You grabbed the bottle you had previously been using before politely giving it to him.

“Anything for you.”

You smirked at Vincent before sitting on his lap with your back to him. You brushed your hair out of the way, revealing the exposed skin of your back. You heard him fiddling around with the bottle, removing his gloves before applying it accordingly. The process was normal at first until he would get to your lower back. His hands were roaming a little…too much. You felt his fingertips dig themselves into your waist before his hands firmly found themselves gripping your hips. Your perfect baby-bearing hips.

Was it true that some men become more attracted to women based on their ability to carry children? Maybe…but for Vincent, it was very true! You were the only woman worthy of carrying his seed.

“Mmm. You don’t miss a meal, do you, Mon trésor?” He muttered under his breath, taking in every ounce of you. Perverse thoughts filled his mind as he undressed you even more with his eyes. His comment took you by surprise, almost making you jump at his words. “Vincent?! We’re in public.” You absentmindedly shifted your weight beneath him. The friction began making his pants tighten. “Oh, l know, sweetheart but I hardly get to enjoy you until we have time alone like this. I miss it so very much~”

“Maybe later if you’re good.” You remove yourself from his lap. The expression he made was almost cute. He definitely missed you in more ways than one. It wasn’t something he could control either. His eyes always lingered on you, every day of the week.

You then left Vincent to be by himself for a little bit. Not only could he be smothering sometimes, but it was also just nice to be able to explore some parts of the resort by yourself. It wasn’t long before your husband caught up to you, finally dressing in appropriate attire for the weather. At the sight of him, you couldn’t help but place your hands on your cheeks and smile like a complete idiot.

“Aww, Vince, you look so cute.” You remarked as you made your way over to him. Although embarrassed, Vincent smiled as well. It was always nice having a pretty woman call him “cute”. “Well, mademoiselle, I do have to admit that I was getting a little warm.” Vincent sighed, eyes lingering once again on your exposed assets. He wanted nothing more than to just fondle your breasts, not caring who was looking. “Just in time for dinner as well.” You snapped him out of his daze. You knew Vincent to be more engaging than this but you just assumed he was probably tired from traveling.

The two of you made a reservation at a nearby restaurant. It was much fancier than anything you’d eat at, personally, but you could never say no to thoughtful gestures.

The evening began well. The two of you were seated quickly by the staff because of Vincent’s status so you were happy. There was a scheduled performance so he had a booth reserved where you could sit side by side instead of just across from one another. That was when Vincent’s behavior finally began to make sense to you.

When you received the menu to order, you felt his hand creep up your thigh, beneath the table. “Vincent.” You placed your hand over his. “The night’s almost over, can’t you wait a little?” But your statement was ignored by him gingerly rubbing your inner thigh. His fingertips just brushed the crotch of your bikini bottoms.

No one was able to see, not when the waiter that had come by to deliver your pitcher of water…before promptly spilling it on you!

You instantly lose the feeling of pleasure as the cold water washed over your chest, dripping into your lap. It was too much water to make a scene to stop the performance, but it was enough to soak you. Now you want to change.

“I-I’m so sorry, Miss!” The young waitress began apologizing profusely. It was clear that she was new, so you wouldn’t hold it against her. “Oh, it’s alright, I guess.” You muttered, beginning to shiver as well.

You had been expecting Vincent to intimidate the young lady. This was a 5-star restaurant and he paid a lot to bring you here but…he was distracted. Again.

He watched the cold water stimulate your breasts. It hardened your nipples so much that they were practically poking through your bikini top. It felt like it was only the two of you in the room. The subtle movements of your breasts jiggling as you receive the towel from the manager to dry yourself. He saw you turn towards him, mouthing something he couldn’t hear. You noticed his eyes were looking at you at all.

“—…cent…”

“…Vincent!”

Finally, Vincent made appropriate eye contact. “Do you think we can maybe go back to the hotel so that I can change? My swimsuit is really clingy to my skin.” You instinctively pulled up the strap and let it go to slap your skin, making your breasts bounce once again.

“U-Um, chérie, you’re right. Let’s go to the room and come back.” The French man cleared his throat before helping you out of the booth. You smiled at the manager before asking her to hold your booth until the two of you came back.

Upon entering the room, Vincent quickly broke off from you, locking himself in the bathroom. ‘What’s with him?’ You thought to yourself. Although dumbfounded, you carried on, undressing and looking for something super cute to match Vincent. When he exited the bathroom, he was met with a pleasant surprise.

Your damp, naked body.

“There you are.” You sighed. “Do you remember what bag I put my other outfits in?” You bent over, rummaging around in different bags until you found what you were looking for. “Oh, here they are. They were in your bag.” You giggled to yourself. “How did that happ-“ You cut yourself off, feeling a presence behind you.

Vincent pressed his body up against yours from behind. His masculine arms enveloped your frame into his. Your ass ground up against his bulge. “Je suis désolé chérie but I just wanted to let you know how good you looked today.”

You hummed, leaning further into him. “Oh really? I could already tell you wanted to say something by how you were staring at me with those hungry eyes.”

A hand moved from your waist to one of your breasts, and his fingers brushed your nipples, gripping and twisting them to make them hard once again.

“Vincent! The dinner~!” You whined. “I know, sweetheart.” He replied, in a low voice. “You’ve been teasing me all day with that body of yours and I’ve held this feeling in as well.” Vincent removed his tie. He released you, allowing you to turn and face him. “Can we do it my way, now? It’s been all week.”

Your lips parted for just a moment. At first, you couldn’t remember exactly what he was referring to but in a split second, it came to mind. He wanted to do it without a condom. He didn’t particularly like the way it felt for him but he’d always wear them anyway. He proposed the idea of doing it without one because he wanted to feel your walls without any restraint.

“Fine, but we have to be fast. I don’t want to miss the show.” You said sweetly before Vincent promptly took both of your hands and put them together. He wrapped his tie around your wrists, making a cute bow on the front side for you to be satisfied with. You exhaled, lowering yourself to your knees where his growing cock was.

“Go ahead, don’t be shy.” He placed his hand on top of your head. Your face heated up as you meekly listened to him, pulling his dick out of the trousers. The tip was already strained with precum when you began to kiss it softly. Moans exited Vincent’s mouth when your soft plump lips came in contact with his cock. The gently placed hand on your head began to grip your hair.

You made swirls with your tongue before letting it deep into your mouth, touching the back of your throat. Your actions made him tremble and jerk at the pleasure. Saliva dripped down your chin and the sight of your pretty mouth wrapped around his dick was enough to make him cum for the first time. His load filled your mouth with most of it slipping down your throat.

Vincent pulled his dick out of your mouth. Now, he was really getting into it. “Is that all?” You managed to say. You whipped your mouth of any more contents and swallowed what was left. “We are only just getting started. You are good at what you do, you know.” He raised his hand to brush the strands of hair out of your face due to his roughness. “So, I’ve been told.” You remarked. Vincent chuckled. “I know it’s something I’ve said a lot by now.” He picked you up, placing you on the bed.

“I’m going to breed you so well, mon amore.” Vincent's smirk sent chills up your spine. The only thing you could do was patiently wait until you were bred, honestly. The two of you kissed passionately. It started innocently and progressed into something needier—hungry. You failed to quiet the moans coming out of your mouth when he moved to your collarbone and breasts. His teeth and tongue abused your tender skin, leaving marks that your co-workers would surely see very soon. “I can’t wait to fill your womb with my cum. I promise you will love it too, ma princesse.” His lips latched onto your nipple, sucking and enjoying the sight of you squirming at his pleasure. He sucked and played with your tits until they were so hard that just the wind was able to stimulate them.

“All day…” he began, his voice rumbling against your skin. “It’s taken so much out of me not to just rip those clothes off of you.” He chuckled. “And here you are, being a good girl and taking them off for me.” He resumed his actions, taking a hand and slipping it between your folds just to get an idea of how wet you were getting. “I better be the only one who can make you this wet.”

“Vince…” You whispered, squeezing your eyes shut. He was really just doing what he wanted with you. His kisses trailed down to your stomach and then your inner thighs. He spent a lot of time there, licking and teasing just above where your slick folds were. “Ahh, I remember you always being so tight. Even too tight for my tongue.” His thick wet muscle inserted itself inside. It was a combination of fingering and going down on you, consuming all the cream that dared to leak out. Your core was heating up between your legs. You didn’t have any control over your body. The only thing he wanted you to do was helplessly lay there and tremble at his touch.

“I want to hear how loud that pretty voice of yours can get.” Vincent declared against your skin. He ate you out nice and slow, edging you enough to drive you insane. “Vincent, baby, please!” You cried out, squeezing your eyes shut, trying to find your high so that you could finally cum. Your thighs closed around his head as you felt the euphoric warmth wash over your body. Broken moans left your mouth and when you finally released Vincent, his mouth was covered in your cream. “I can tell you’ve really been holding it in.” He cleaned up what was left. Now it was time for the main show.

Vincent crawled on top of you, releasing the buttons of his shirt, allowing you to see his abs and the glistening sweat that coated his skin. “You still want more…?” You mewled, stomach churning with nervousness and pleasure. “Of course, mon amore. I’ve yet to breed you.”

You instinctively began to fidget in your bondage. His eyes were still hungry and it felt like if he were an animal, he would ravage you. You felt his dick rubbing between your folds, pre-cum leaking out and wetting your entrance. The way you shied away and hid at times like this gave him the strength to penetrate you. The feeling he got inside was something closer to joy or happiness when he saw your innocent expressions become not so innocent…

He began slow, thrusting into you firmly, making you gasp and jump with every stroke. He knew you were enjoying his pace when you wrapped your legs around him and pulled him closer. Vincent couldn’t resist wrapping his hand around your neck, squeezing softly, and began to pick up the pace.

“You’re taking me so well, amore.”

The tip of his dick kissed your womb with fragments of his cum leaking inside. He was already getting close but he didn’t want to cum just yet.

You felt Vincent pull out. “I want to see that beautiful ass of yours.” He helped you turn over, effortlessly making your ass point up toward him. He took your cheeks in both hands, jiggling them so hard that the vibrations stimulate your pussy and make you wetter. It was abrupt but he would periodically slap them, just to see your reaction. He loved being the only person that could ever dream of doing this with you. Your cheeks turned red from the contact and now he was finally ready. He inserted himself inside once again. This time he was much more aggressive, pounding you much harder.

“V-Vincent!” You cried but he didn’t listen. The sound of your ass slapping against his pelvis was too intoxicating. “I have to breed you.” He said. “I need to get you pregnant with my kids.”

“You’re s-so selfish!” You whimpered. “You’re right, I’m so selfish.” He growled. “No one else can have you but me.” Years began to fill your eyes with overstimulation. Your core was burning and you couldn’t hold it in anymore. “I’m gonna cum…” You mumbled. Vincent chuckled deeply. “Then cum, beautiful. Squirt all over my big cock.”

Your body tensed up. Your nipples became hard and your eyes rolled back. You moaned loudly and the feeling of hyper-relaxation filled your body. You released your juices all over him. You felt his loud fill your womb as he grunted and gripped your ass cheeks while pushing himself further into you.

You were left speechless. You could definitely go another round but Vince seemed to be soft now. He was out of breath but the way he looked while tired made you blush. His face was red from blushing too. He was cute while flushed. “Oh my, what have I done to you?” The man sighed while eyeing you with an apologetic expression. He removed his tie from around your wrists.

“I think you should rest after that.” He suggested. You knitted your eyebrows together. “But the restaurant…” you whined. “Don’t worry, amore. We can go back tomorrow night, I promise.”

Vincent took it upon himself to run you a bath in the other room. He figured the warm water would soothe your holes and womb from what just occurred. It was a surprise but you actually needed help walking. Your left leg went numb from all the pleasure and he had to catch you from falling. He placed you in the tub and you thought that would be the end of it but he got in with you!

He was so very sweet, washing you in an innocent manner and even cuddling with you as you soaked. It was pretty much needed given everything that just happened. You hoped that this would satisfy him enough to finally enjoy the trip instead of being distracted by your ass breasts. He really made you smile sometimes when he was just being himself. You showered each other in kisses before exchanging “I love yous”.

“I love you, (y/n)!”

“I love you too, Vincent!”

[yes-this-account-is-alive]

GOD why can't I tag you 😭😭 @huuuuutao

CLUMSY AND CHAOTIC READER STRIKES BACK!

Omen

-he's so confused... how are you an absolute force to be reckoned with on missions but... this careless on base??

-honestly was curious if it was an act but after skulking about, unfortunately, it was anything but.

-decided to make sure you don't mess anything up because one of his hobbies is cleaning, but he doesn't want to clean up an absurd amount of [name] tracks.

-is always there to stop you from breaking or knocking anything over, he developed a sense for it. the second you slip, he's already steadying you.

-the closer you are to him, the more likely he'll help cover up your "evilllll deeeeeeeds".

-once, phoenix came into the living room while chasing after you. you were gone but omen was sitting on the couch knitting a blanket drapped over him.

-jamie asked for directions and omen blatantly lied about seeing you double back behind him.

-"he's gone now."

Neon

-guarantee you, if she's within line of sight she'll always catch you or whatever you knock over. -the second you even look like you're going to fall down, she's already stabilizing you with her arm. -last week, she sprinted across the whole dining room to stop you from hitting the floor. -needless to say, you were pretty in awe. her face was the complete opposite. -seriously worried about your lack of balance, wonders if it is a medical condition at times. -doesn't participate in the chaos, is more likely to stop you from doing anything dumb. she radiates big ate energy. -not impressed when you end up getting an earful from sage or skye. in fact, she'll give you one herself.

-"whoa there, don't go falling for me."

Fade

-well just like omen, how fade reacts is also dependent on how close you are to her. -she's fairly nonchalant about helping you up or keeping objects you tip over steady, probably going through mission reports or the sort on her tablet while she pulls you back by the arm. -when you actually do get hurt and come waddling back to her with the goofy ahh puppy dog eyes, she just- she can't. -drops you off at sage or skye immediately, she's no medical expert. but if it's anything tiny like a scratch she'll stick a band aid on it (she's got a pack in her pockets just for your dumb ass). -doesn't do chaotic stuff at all, she's got enough chaos to deal with. will prevent you from inconveniencing the protocol when possible. -if you're close close to her, she'll drag you into her room and make you crochet with her hehe. -hell, maybe she'll drag you into omen's room so you can all crochet together. -"no, you can't have more coffee."

[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.

[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

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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.

[wiltedflowerpetals]

Hello! Just wanted to introduce myself and this writing blog! (о´∀`о)

I‘m Nanami but Nana or Nami is fine, I‘m 26 years old and I love anime, games and more. That‘s probably why I started writing for a couple of fandoms. I mostly write fandom x reader. I write for fluff, yandere, nsfw and more on this blog and I take requests and would love to get some! I also have some idea for my next fic (John Price x wife!hitman!reader) I will be posting next week!

Well… I love talking and writing, so there is no reason to be shy around me. I won't bite! x3

requests are open

fandoms I write for: Call of Duty, DC Comics, Marvel, Dead by Daylight, Valorant and Watch Dogs

I wish you all a great day and thanks for reading! (*´∇｀*)

[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.”

[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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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.

[jojikawa]

Hii! Can you please do part 2 for the revenge porn? I’m really hooked up on it

Here is my delivery! I always leave little hints for another part just in case the work is received well for a multipart series. Like...all my one-shots are pilots, I guess. :) I'm sorry for the long delay

CHAMBER x FEM!READER + CYPHER

tw// voyeurism (Cypher being a peeping tom AGAIN), NSFW themes (sex lol), unrequited love, badly google translated french

By Nasus Kim via Twitter

Part 1

Chamber couldn’t help but feel bad. He was always so calculated but in your presence, he was careless and now the both of you would soon pay the price. He needed to fix it somehow. He could lose you!

You didn’t bother to finish or wait for aftercare. He couldn’t stop you from running out of the room in embarrassment. The French man knew better and to let you have your space. He only thought of one person that would be petty enough to install small cameras the moment he leaves.

He needed to act fast.

The next day he woke early enough to write a note to you and slip it under your door. It detailed that he would be taking action against the culprit. He would do his best to figure things out so that the two of you wouldn’t be separated. He also pressed for you to not be angry…please don’t be angry.

When Chamber found Cypher, he was playing Chess by himself. He was initially ignored but that didn’t bother him.

“Monsieur Cypher.” Chamber sat in the empty seat at the opposite end of the board. Cypher moved a piece on the board before finally speaking. “What do you want?” he spat.

Vincent was extremely desensitized to the ratty attitudes of those he associated with. He lightly knitted his eyebrows together. “I want you to remove the cameras…and delete the footage.”

“Chamber-“

“—for your sake. Not mine.”

If anyone could see Cypher’s face right now, they would see his eyes full of fire that burned into Vincent’s head. “You are in no position to threaten me. Tread lightly, Chamber.” The Moroccan man gripped the chess piece he had in his hand. It was the “Queen” piece that he had taken from the side Vincent sat on, winning him the game. How fitting.

Vincent raised his hands. “It is not a threat. It is a piece of advice. I hate to see mon amour so stressed. I want to make peace.” He said, quietly. “Our feud shouldn’t include her. I was the one who put her up to it.”

Cypher scoffed. “She is a grown woman. She knew what she was doing.” He placed his chess piece on the table and began to reset the game for himself. “I’m guessing you don’t understand how marriage works.” Vincent leaned back in his chair, giving his opponent a condescending smirk. “I don’t need you here to lecture me on what marriage is. If you held any love for her then you wouldn’t put her in a position-“

“Comment oses-tu, putain de bâtard, you don’t know anything about me. You don’t know anything about her, I suggest you…” Vincent realized that his mask was slipping just a little. He readjusted himself accordingly, going back to his normal self. “Just as you tell me not to lecture you, please, do not do the same to me.”

Cypher didn’t reply. Vincent was always so smug and it was nice to see him squirm for once. “So what happens now?”

Cypher leaned back in his chair too, mimicking Vincent’s actions. “I give what I found to Brimstone. You can go pack your bags.” He waved his hand to shoo him away. Something that Vincent didn’t like.

“So, how would the others feel about you being so obsessed with your female ally to where you stalk her? You stalk her and you see that she is actually taken.” Vincent narrowed his eyes at Cypher with his smirk returning to his face. “And when you see she is taken, you place cameras to spy on her. Sounds a bit…elaborate.”

“I-“

“And then I suppose you will need to leave the protocol too, monsieur Cypher. Pack your bags.” Vincent‘s smirk deepened. Internally patting himself on the back for his intelligible quips.

Cypher was ready to retaliate until he heard footsteps approaching. He held his tongue and waited to see who it was.

You came around the corner, visibly reacting to Cypher. Your eyes widened before narrowing like daggers. “Que faites-vous chérie? (What are you doing, Darling?)” You asked your husband, just as surprised as Cypher. It became really awkward now.

“Je t'ai dit de rester dans ta chambre. (I told you to stay in your room.)” Vincent’s face softened. You seemed uneasy. He noticed that you were wearing casual clothes instead of your usual combat attire. Your face softened too. “Je ne voulais pas. (I didn’t want to.)” You avoided eye contact and crossed your arms. “Tu m'as manqué. (I missed you.)” You added.

Vincent gave you a sweet half-smile before standing up from his chair. “We can speak more about this later. Pardonnez-moi.” He gave Cypher a short bow before following you out the door.

You grabbed his hand and led him away fast and out of the eyes and ears of Cypher. You didn’t seem like yourself right now. Typically, you’d mimic a bit more confidence, similar to how Vincent himself would. This made him worry. You didn’t stop until you brought him to the recreational area where all of the agents would eat. It was getting late so it was closed down and no one was around. The lights were dimmed as well.

“Mange avec moi. (Eat with me.)” You demanded before going over to the fridge. Vincent smiled. You were such a firecracker when it came to your emotions but you still had room to show interest in him. You took out a handful of things that both he and you enjoyed. A look of sorrow washed over your face as you sat down in an island chair and ate your snack.

Vincent’s joyful expression turned into one of concern. “What is it, mon amour? I have things covered with Monsieur Cypher. Where is that beautiful smile?” His hand found itself on your cheek and rubbed it tenderly.

“Um…” You hesitated for just a moment, but you were unable to hide something so present all over your face. “When I left the room last night, Yoru saw me.” You finally told him.

Vincent’s eyes widened. “Yoru? What was he doing out of his room so late?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know but he saw me in the lingerie.”

“I see. It looks like I will have a bit of competition then, no?” The French man smirked at you. It was typical of him to make jokes to put you at ease. This time, it wasn’t working. This was more than just some flirting game. Your credibility was on the line. What if Cypher reports you? What if he tries to release or sell the video? It was such a nightmare to think about. Now, Yoru had to be at the wrong place at the wrong time.

“Vincent.” You narrowed your eyes at him. The French man jumped at your expression before smiling awkwardly. “What?” He asked innocently, raising his hands in defense. You rolled your eyes. “I need you to take this more seriously. You think you have a grasp on the protocol but you really don’t.”

“You worry too much, mon amour. Stressing this much will age your beauty away. Have faith in ton mari.” Vincent flashed you a smile. You could tell that he was trying too hard. You decided to humor him anyway. You hoped he would somehow fix this. “Hm.” You exhaled before you turned your attention back to eating your food of choice. Vincent came up behind you, resting his head in the crook of your neck like he always did when he would greet you. “Would sharing a kiss put a smile on that beautiful face of yours?”

You groaned, shrugging him off but he didn't budge. He pressed his lips to your cheek and neck, tickling your skin and making you laugh. “Ugh! Come on, Vincent!” You shouted as you giggled and shoved him away. “Mmm. I just want to taste you~” You felt his warm breath hitting your features. Butterflies filled your tummy as he embraced you. You felt your core heating up again. You had begun craving him again. This whole “fooling the protocol” for the sake of his plans would take a toll on you sometimes. One night together wasn’t enough.

“Vincent…” You mused, thighs rubbing together as you bite your lip. This took Vincent by surprise. You’re typically more composed than him, being able to control your horniness much better than he can. “(y/n)?” The French man loosened his grip on you, allowing you to face him now. You placed your hands on his chest, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

“I miss having you…”

Vincent’s eyes widened. His pants tightened when you pressed your body against his. The feeling of your soft breasts and the adorable look on your face is what got him going. “But, chérie, we had so much fun last night. Would you be able to wait…a few more days?” He asked awkwardly. He expected for your expression to droop and guilt wash over him as he tried to make his boner go away but—no.

“But I miss having you every day.” You said, seductively. “Ever since we came to Valorant, I’ve been so touch-starved. It’s getting harder and harder to occupy myself.” Your hands roamed his chest. You could tell he wanted you too or else he would just stop you. “Oh, sweetheart, you know I try to be there when I can.” He raised his hand to touch your face but you only continued. “And it got me thinking that maybe Sova could help me out while you’re too busy flirting with Viper.”

Suddenly, you pushed yourself off of him, placing your hand on your cheek. You gazed at him thoughtfully, waiting for him to make his decision. You could tell that for some odd reason, your husband was extremely jealous of Sova. You only had eyes for your husband and he knew that too. It’s just that having relations with another man just to get him riled up sounded extra spicy to you.

You were mildly jealous of Viper as well. You were grateful that she never fell for Vincent’s flirting. Though, you could only imagine how amazing you’d feel if he said those things to you in the middle of gunfights.

Vincent had already grown so accustomed to your bodies touching. Now he almost felt lonely. Despite you only being a foot away. The thought of you having another man inside of you drove him crazy. That much was clear but he had a particular disdain for Sova. The reason is that he sometimes felt like you’d leave him for someone else. There were still parts of Vincent’s personality that left him insecure.

So, he would show you that you were his.

Cypher, once again, had been watching the whole ordeal. He had cameras just about everywhere. It was the only way he could protect himself. Instead, he was getting live porn. It was much spicier this time since the two of you were having public sex. The room was completely empty with low lighting. Anyone could just walk in and see Vincent bending you over the table, plowing your tight holes. Begging for him to make you cum already.

He was unable to resist the same temptation as before. He even felt less shameful of it because of the heated words he had earlier with that man.

Cypher was beginning to come up with a new idea to make ends meet with Chamber.

Vincent would do anything to save you from being expelled from Valorant. Everyone else were just pawns. Including him. He’s probably eager to tell everyone that he placed cameras in your room because he’s obsessed.

Vincent bent you over the table. He began readying himself by aggressively ramming his clothed cock into the tight space between your bare ass cheeks. Each moment of contact sent waves of pleasure to your core. He was trying to get you as wet as possible so that you could take him well.

You were taken by surprise when you felt him stop. Your legs were already beginning to wobble at the thought of what was happening next. Vincent’s hands explored your backside, removing your underwear so that he could get a look at all of the glory. The part of you that belonged to him.

“Mmm~♡ Vincent!” You half-shouted, stopping yourself from being any louder by biting your lip. His tongue quickly entered your pussy. His warm and wet muscles between your folds, swirling and sucking on your lips. The sensations caused you to lubricate more naturally. His tongue was then replaced by his fingers that slipped in and out of your pussy with ease. “Come on!” You commanded eagerly.

You heard Vincent chuckle a bit. He pushed himself inside of you without another thought, but he didn’t move. His hand gripped your throat from behind, pulling you upward so that you were close to his chest.

“Mmm…” Your husband hummed into your ear, leaning onto you just enough for you to be trapped between him and the table. “Je veux que tu me dises à qui tu appartiens. (I want you to tell me who you belong to.)”

You whimpered at his sudden aggression. His cock was big inside of you and still growing. It leaked precum that you could feel coating your walls. You felt every twitch.

“I’m yours~!” You stuck your ass out, further pushing him inside. He grunted, securing his fingers around your throat once again. His free hand to keep you in place by yours. “Say my name, chérie.”

“I’m yours, Vincent…I belong to you, Vincent Fabron.”

Cypher watched you from his tablet. He was jealous of how playful and romantic your relationship with Chamber was. He wanted to be angry and believe that it wasn’t fair that the two of you get what you want while he gets nothing.

He still masturbated, nonetheless. How could he not? Your excited moans and mewling naturally made his cock rise. He had thought of fucking you many times when you were pretending to like him. Normally, when people are led on, they distance themselves from the person that hurt them. This was impossible with Cypher. You were his co-worker and pretty much liked by everyone. So, he was obsessed with you and his obsession only grew more.

He tried his hardest to imagine having you too. Feeling your tight walls swallowing his cock. Dumping all of his cum into your room, breeding you very well. He made a mess in his room, cum erupting and running down his hands.

Vincent stretched you out with his big cock until he felt like you deserved enough. He came without warning! His cum and your cream mixed deliciously, dripping out of your cunt and leaving his cock sleek.

The two of you actually did it in a public area. The rush of adrenaline gave you a second wind.

“Is that enough to satisfy you?” Vincent adjusted his glasses, going back to his normal attitude of being a gentleman and not a soft dom. “Mmm.” You hummed, clenching your thighs together. “For now, but I’ll miss you again.” You smiled softly. Vincent turned red, getting flushed over your beautiful smile. He would never trade you for anyone else.

“I’m going to get cleaned up.” You began to walk passed your lover. “Wait!” Vincent called. “Are we still doing activities in your room tonight?”

You stopped for a moment. “Oh, sure. Just make sure no one sees you coming, ok?” You then resumed walking until you were gone.

Vincent sighed. He was pretty exhausted and wondered what caused you to be so needy.

He put away the food you had taken out and would make a stop in his own room before coming to see you again.

It’s just that when he entered his room, he received an email. At first, he was rather annoyed that someone would take the time to write and send him an email to his work address. On his day off, no less. He read it from his smartwatch.

The email was from Cypher!

It read Cypher saying that he would agree to not do anything with the sex tape. The one he accidentally (not really) recorded and the secret that he’s married to you... if Chamber agreed to a few things.

The only way Cypher would let things go is if he got to know about your past. He was unable to complete his records of all agents without yours. And…if he gets to watch whenever you and Vincent have sex.

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Kintsugi

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“It may be broken, but that doesn’t mean that it’s not beautiful anymore.”

You had casually said that during a conversation with your good friend and crush, KAY/O.

What you didn't expect was for him to take it to his metaphorical heart, and to ask for your help in repairs after his next mission.

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It wasn’t until the main light in the laboratory was turned on that you realised you had been working on this project all night long. 

You winced while slowly turning to whoever entered the room, which was found to be Killjoy, clearly not expecting you to be still in your common workspace.

“Say…” The sentinel started, hesitant. “You didn’t spend your entire night here, ja ?” She continued, realisation daunting her.

“You already know the answer to that, don’t you ?” You replied, shrugging.

You couldn’t help the small smile creeping on your lips.

She said your name, berating.

“You know you can’t keep doing that ! If you need an upgrade so bad for your legs, you could ask us to help you,” She continued, walking quickly towards you.

You chuckled nervously.

“I know, I know. I just know what I want and how I want it, so it’s hard to ask for help,” You answered, awkwardly stepping to the side.

The noise of your current legs made you wince.

The agent seemed to soften at that, and she sighed.

“That’s alright, but please, take a break. Do you want me to get you your wheelchair ?” She asked, almost rhetorically since she was already going in the direction of it.

It was your turn to sigh.

You knew she didn’t mean to patronise you, but it still felt like it. 

“Yeah, I could use a break from walking,” You admitted, choosing not to say anything about the gesture.

It just wasn’t worth the battle.

Killjoy brought you your mobility aid, and once comfortably seated, you rolled yourself towards the lounge, already knowing you’d need a strong coffee to keep yourself awake for the day.

“Hello,” Greeted KAY/O, who got up from his armchair when he saw you. 

“Hi,” You replied, a small smile gracing your lips. 

Rolling over to the counters, you remembered that you put your favourite mug in the top counters and not in the ones under the table, and you sighed, cursing under your breath.

“Something wrong ?” The robot questioned, his voice coming from behind you.

Did you not hear him walk because you were so sleep deprived ?

“My mug is in one of the counters up top, and I would get it if my legs weren’t currently killing me,” You explained, your voice even despite the pain.

You were used to those, after all.

“Could you get the black one ?” You asked, turning to him to the best of your capabilities without turning your wheelchair.

“The one with the coding ?” He answered, meeting your gaze.

Or at least you thought he was doing that.

After your nod, he carefully navigated around you to get to the right cupboard, taking out the cup you were referring to.

You smiled, thankful.

“Thank you ! Now let’s brew some five something espresso shots…” You said, going over to the coffee machine.

“No sleep ?” He observed needlessly.

Brimstone was rubbing off him, you thought absentmindedly. 

“Yeah,” You confirmed nonchalantly.

“You know that’s not good for you,” He stated, and you could tell that he was still looking at you expectantly.

“Yeah,” You repeated yourself, pouring the first shot.

“Why do you keep doing it ?” 

You paused mid movement for a split second.

You didn’t mean to – human’s micro expressions and all – but you knew that he noticed.

“I don’t really see the time pass by when I’m focused,” You answered semi-honestly.

Silence filled the room.

For a while, only the coffee machine’s whirring would be the one filling the silence.

Finally, after what felt like ages, the initiator spoke again : 

“I see.”

And the silence was back.

Once your coffee was done, you decided to just chug it down in one go.

You didn’t have the patience – or the attention span – to continuously sip on it today.

When you met eyes with KAY/O again…

Well.

“Alright, what’s wrong ?” You questioned, wanting to have a confirmation on your inkling.

“You’ve been disregarding your health this week,” He observed, which made you chuckle dryly.

“What’s new ?” You broke eye contact.

“What’s wrong ?” He interrogated, suddenly very much closer than before.

You weren’t used to the robot being this much in your personal space.

He hardly was in anyone’s.

He always was the one to respect your personal space and to manage the fine balance between being concerned and wanting to help while not being patronising.

You’ve always loved that about him.

… You’ve always loved him, too, if you were honest. 

From the day you were admitted to the Protocol, to the day you lost your legs…

Which wasn’t as far back as you’d like it to be.

You knew that Sage could restore your limbs.

You still didn’t really know why you refused her offer.

Maybe it was because you lost them while protecting your teammates.

Or maybe it was because you wanted to use yourself as a guinea pig.

Whichever the reason, you stuck to it.

The sound of something shattering brought you out of your thoughts.

“Are you okay ?” The initiator questioned.

It took you a while to answer as you stared at your now broken mug.

“Yeah,” You finally answered, realising you’ve been silent for too long.

“Let me throw that away for you,” He announced, and you felt yourself panic.

“No it’s okay ! I can repair it, please don’t throw it away,” You rushed to say, your anxiety seeping through. 

He froze, slowly looking back up to you.

“Understood,” KAY/O replied, nodding. “Let me at least gather them together and make sure you don’t cut yourself handling the pieces,” He continued, resuming his actions, more carefully this time.

“While you do that, I am going to gather my tools,” You announced, slowly rolling back out of the kitchen to go to your room.

You didn’t linger in there however, as you just wanted to get the kintsugi kit that you’ve been meaning to try to use. 

Once that was acquired, you went back to the lounge, taking a place at one of the tables. 

Your robot friend then came next to you and gently put down the broken pieces of your mug.

And so, quietly, you went to work, slowly glueing the broken edges to make the cup whole again.

“What are you doing ?” KAY/O questioned, peeking over your shoulder.

“I’m fixing my mug,” You replied, giving him a brief glance before resuming your task.

Silence filled the air between the two of you until the robot spoke once again.

“Why are you colouring the cracks ? Don’t you want to hide how broken it is ?” He asked curiously, but you knew he also didn’t truly understand.

“It may be broken, but that doesn’t mean that it’s not beautiful anymore,” You said, your own voice feeling distant.

Was this why you didn’t want to get your limbs back ?

… You didn’t know. 

You weren’t sure if you wanted to find out, if you were honest. 

“Do you want any help ?” The initiator beside you spoke up, looking at your hands working on the task.

The proximity made your cheeks warm. 

“I’m fine, thank you. I kinda like doing it,” You admitted, your blush growing stronger.

If KAY/O noticed, he didn’t comment.

“Alright,” He simply acknowledged, not moving from his position.

You could feel his system’s gentle warmth radiating and heating up your body.

Your hands slightly shook due to just how nervous you were about the situation, forcing you to focus more on your task to avoid mishaps. 

Which was proving to be harder than it needed to be.

“Your hands are shaking,” The robot observed, turning his head towards you.

You knew he was studying you.

“And you’re very red,” He continued, just as matter of factly. 

How were you even supposed to answer that without giving yourself away ?

Thankfully, you were almost done with glueing the pieces back, only needing a few more minutes.

“I’m fine, don’t worry,” You replied, your voice somehow even. “I’m just in a bit more pain than normal.”

You cursed your voice wavering. 

You were not a good liar.

Probably sensing how uncomfortable you were with the topic, he dropped it.

“Be sure to take care of yourself,” He said, before looking once again at what you were doing.

You simply nodded, smiling to yourself.

He was just so caring.

A few days had passed since then, and you had made great progress with your new prosthetic legs…

However, you couldn’t say the same for your sleep.

You often found yourself waking up at your desk with a blanket on your shoulders.

You never got to find out who was your little caregiver, but you were glad they always got out of their way to do those small gestures.

You were trying out your new legs when the door to the laboratory opened.

Since your back was facing the entrance, you didn’t know who it was.

“Don’t mind me, I’m just trying out my legs and seeing if I need to do any changes. I may ask for your opinions later, though !” You said, assuming it was either Killjoy or Raze.

“How is that coming along ?” KAY/O’s voice answered you, making you jump slightly. 

You awkwardly turned to him, obviously not acclimated to your limbs. 

“It’s… Going. Hard to say if it’s any good until I finish my therapy…” You admitted, suddenly self-conscious.

He nodded, studying you.

“I came here to let you know to be ready in case of today’s mission going south,” He announced solemnly.

This made you pause.

He wanted you to repair him ?

Normally, he always asked Killjoy, since she was the best technician in the Protocol as well as the most familiar with his system.

Your bewilderment must’ve been clear on your face, since the robot continued : 

“I thought about what you said when you were repairing your mug,” He started explaining. “I don’t think it would hurt to try,” He continued after a pause, as if he was thinking on how to express himself.

You nodded slowly.

“Sure, but I hope I don’t have to repair you…” You accepted with a light chuckle. “Please try not to get hurt, alright ?” You asked, your worry seeping through your tone.

“Acknowledged,” He replied simply, which didn’t really help your anxiety.

You kept quiet about it, however.

“What’s the mission about ?” You questioned, curious.

“Just a regular mission ; we’re going in two. I just wanted to warn you,” He replied, already heading out.

Before you knew, KAY/O was already on the field.

So you prepared the laboratory, your anxiety too high for you to walk.

You got woken up abruptly by the sound of the door slamming open.

When did you fall asleep ?

More importantly, what was happening ?

Your confusion melted away as soon as you saw the state of your robot friend, instead you felt worry and panic flood in.

“Put him on the table, now,” You ordered, somehow keeping your emotions in check.

You assessed his state.

To say he was beaten down would be an understatement.

You were surprised he was still somewhat conscious, looking at you and holding your gaze.

“You’re a fucking idiot, you know that, right ?” You said, clearly upset as you did your best to weld the leaking systems.

He didn’t answer.

You didn’t know whether to feel relieved or panic even more. 

“Hey,” You said, talking to Brimstone and Breach, who were still in the room with you. “If you’re gonna stay and stare, at least help. Get me some fuel. It’s bright blue with a shift towards purple, you can’t miss it,” You ordered, not even looking at them. 

You immediately heard the men shuffling around. 

Your focus was now fully back on KAY/O, who was still barely responsive.

To say you were worried about your friend would be a massive understatement.

You were terrified.

But you also knew you had to keep your cool otherwise he’d lose his life. 

Repairing him wasn’t easy by far, but you managed to stabilise him. 

Once you had confirmed that he wasn’t in any danger of dying, you sighed in relief, getting to work with replacement parts for him.

But first, you connected him to his energy source, fueling him up while he was “sleeping”. 

When you were sure everything was done right, you turned your back from him and started working on replacing his missing limbs.

You lost track of time of how long you’ve been working on that stupid forearm. Somehow, the hand did not want to cooperate with you.

Thankfully, it wasn’t his dominant shooting hand, so you didn’t have to figure out how KAY/O’s technology worked.

You sighed, leaning back on the wheelchair while rubbing your face.

At this rate, he’d be unable to walk and have a missing arm for a while.

“How is it coming along ?” Your crush spoke up, breaking the silence which made you jump.

You definitely felt your heart skip a beat out of surprise. 

You turned to him once your adrenaline levels came down. 

“You scared me,” You confessed, still clearly shook. 

“Sorry,” He apologised, seemingly sheepish. He was now sitting on the table, observing you. 

 “But it’s… Well. I got your leg somewhat working,” You announced, glancing at said limb.

Repairing it was more of a pain than you’d had imagined.

“As for your arm… Well. It’s a bit of a different story,” You admitted, sheepish and ashamed.

“Can I try it ?” He asked, and you stared, bewildered.

Should you ?

“... Sure,” You shrugged, getting the leg on your lap and rolling to his direction.

Quietly, you handed it to him, allowing him to connect the leg by himself, since he knew how to do it better than you ever would.

He tried it out, moving his hands and bending his fingers.

“Does anything feel off ? Is there anything to fix ?” You questioned, alternating between looking at the arm and him, making sure that everything was at least looking fine.

“It feels fine to me, there may be some fine tuning to do,” He announced, looking at you curiously. “How about you ?” He suddenly enquired, which surprised you.

“Huh ?” You replied intelligently.

“Your legs. Did you get to work on them ?” 

You fell silent, looking away, before realising that you probably had to answer him, and you sighed.

“No, I was too busy with your arm and worrying about making it as perfect as possible that I… Didn’t find the time to do anything,” You said, not meeting his eyes.

He didn’t answer you immediately.

The silence stretched out, making you nervous.

Was he mad ?

Why would he be ?

You did promise to take care of him in case he got hurt during the mission.

“Why ?” He questioned, audibly confused.

“Because you asked me to take care of you,” You replied honestly. “On top of that, missing an arm is way more hindering than missing a leg,” You continued, shrugging.

“Don’t you miss walking ?” He retorted as you heard him shift.

“I do,” You answered, not sure where this conversation was going. “But y’know, some things are just more important than others,” You said, shrugging.

“So I am important to you,” He observed, matter of factly.

You couldn’t help the blush creeping on your cheeks.

“Yeah…” You confirmed, trailing off.

“Are you embarrassed about it ?” He asked, and was that… Worry that you heard in his tone ?

“No ! No, not at all,” You denied immediately, looking back at him. “This is nothing to be embarrassed about,” You continued, fully turning to him.

“Then why are you blushing ?” You froze.

It wasn’t the first time your cheeks went red in his presence, but he never asked why, or anything about it. 

“You keep doing so when I do specific things, and I’ve always wondered why. I’ve asked around but their answers didn’t make any sense,” He continued, bringing you out of your thoughts.

You didn’t want to confirm what you were thinking.

You knew what they said, and the fact that it didn’t make sense to him…

Was all that you needed to know about how he felt about you and your relationship.

It stung, but you were prepared for that.

“Yeah, sometimes humans don’t make sense,” You confirmed after realising that you didn’t answer.

“If your prosthetics are giving you so much trouble, why not ask sage to heal them back ?”

“Your guess is as good as mine, really,” You shrugged. 

He seemed to think for a moment, if you could trust the more intense whirring of his system.

The soft “hum” somehow managed to put your mind at ease.

“Are you projecting this “Kintsugi” thing onto yourself ?” He suddenly blurted, making you pause as your eyes widened.

Was this what was really happening ?

“I… Maybe ?” You said, confused yourself.

You felt KAY/O’s hand gently cup your cheek, making you look at him. 

He said your name firmly, as if he didn’t have your full attention already.

“You are genuinely the most beautiful human I’ve seen,” He admitted, and your cheeks flushed furiously. He wasn’t done, however. “Nothing will ever change that. No matter how broken you are, physically or otherwise.”

You didn’t know how somehow your face got even warmer, but it somehow did.

You were also at a loss for words, feeling yourself get emotional, your vision getting blurry.

The robot seemed genuinely surprised at your reaction, and clearly panicked a little bit. 

You knew he couldn’t handle human emotions very well, so you tried to keep yours in check, but some tears did escape your eyes.

He gently brushed them away, so tenderly it surprised you.

It was as if your feelings for him were reciprocated.

But that really couldn’t be, could it ?

“Sorry,” You apologised, a hollow chuckle escaping your lips.

“Don’t,” He replied, his tone so soft. 

You opened and closed your lips numerous times, not finding your words.

“I also have feelings I’m confused about, you know,” He blurted out of the blue. 

You perked up at that.

“How so ?” You enquired, curious.

He stayed quiet for a while, just staring at you.

“Mostly because of you, if I were honest,” He started, hesitant. “I have those… Urges, as you might call them, when I’m around you. And only then,” He continued, rubbing your cheekbone idly. “Doesn’t help that my feelings and mood are so much different when I interact with you,” He fell silent.

You felt hope filling your chest, butterflies in your stomach. 

But you needed a confirmation. 

“What do you mean ?” You pressed the matter, hating how your hope was reflected in your tone, your behaviour. He didn’t reply immediately. “What’s on your mind, KAY/O ?”

“This is going to sound ridiculous…” He mumbled, self-conscious. “But I think I like you,” He continued, tilting his head away ever so slightly.

You couldn’t find your words as your body froze, not knowing how to react to this confession.

The silence stretched out, and it was only when your… When the initiator called your name, you realised that you hadn’t answered him.

“I like you too, actually. I uh, I think I actually love you, and probably have done so since we met…” You admitted, not knowing why you were suddenly shy.

You stared at each other wordlessly, the tension palpable.

“Do I have the authorization to kiss you ?” He asked, oh so hesitant. 

The formality didn’t help his situation, but it did make you smile once you fully processed the request.

“Of course you can,” You confirmed, and you didn’t even have the time to speak another word that he went in for a kiss.

The feeling was different from human lips. It was way smoother, and somewhat warmer as well.

But you enjoyed that feeling.

You closed your eyes and enjoyed the moment, before your now lover parted from you, his face still very close to yours. 

“I think I might love you, too,” He announced, which made you chuckle.