#valorant yandere

[wiltedflowerpetals]

Can I request yandere Valorant Yoru x reader? Pls and Ty!

I'm sorry that it took me so long to finish it! It got longer and longer and I kinda couldn't stop writing ahhh ;w; But I hope that you like it and have a great day!!

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Warning: mdni, Yandere, blood, death, underwear kink, stalking, masturbation

⇢ At first, Yoru didn‘t notice you

⇢ Until one day, when you had to defeat some omega agents and you saved him

⇢ That was the moment, Yoru really saw you

⇢ At first, he will only watch you

⇢ Then, the more he gets interested in you, the more he has the urge to learn everything about you

⇢ He will stalk you

⇢ Yoru will often go into a new dimension, while he watches you from in there. 

⇢ At the end, he knows basically everything about you. He knows how you would react to little things

⇢ I might even say, that he knows you better than you know yourself

⇢ After couple of months and learning your routine, he began his plan…

⇢ He stole your underwear.

⇢ The moment you went away to train for the next mission, he walked out of his dimension and casually walked to your dirty clothes, that you had planned to wash later, and grabbed one of them

⇢ He immediately went to his room, locked the door and smelled it, before he took care of his problem… The big one between his legs.

⇢ He masturbates at least three times, while holding your underwear, before he will put them back to your other ones

⇢ After month 4, people realized that Yoru's eyes sometimes twitched, the moment you talked with another agent or even laughed at one of their jokes. They immediately knew that he was smitten with you.

⇢ And they were right. He likes… no…. loves you.

⇢ That‘s why he is so often jealous. Some agents like Phoenix and Jett teased him for it, but they just thought that he was jealous like some people might be… Not the other kind of jealous guy, who dreamt of killing every single person who even dared to touch you on your arm. Even if it is just a light touch but nope… He won’t like it…

⇢ Most of them (except for you) knew that he was into you, so why did they touch you? The person he loved? The one person who belonged to him?

⇢ Sometimes, when you fell asleep, he would come and watches you for a couple of minutes. Even touch your cheeks, chest and every inch of skin he could see

⇢ Yandere!Yoru is one who would kill people to protect you

⇢ At missions, he will try to stay near you to protect you from the bad guys

⇢ Yoru will kill every single person that tries to hurt you. Hell, even if they are near you, they are dead

⇢ He will watch you in his dimension, when you have nothing to do during the missions

⇢ If you ever see Yoru in your bedroom, he will just lie and tells you, that he wanted to spend some time with you

⇢ He will appreciate the other agents if they will try to play the matchmaker for you two

⇢ But will be super mad, if another agent had their eyes on you. Hell no… You are his!

⇢ He is not afraid to walk to the other agents to beat them up, while whispering into their ear that you are his and that they will never have a chance

⇢ If the other agent will try to tell you about Yoru’s obsession, they will die. Yoru will just lie and tell everyone that there was an accident…

⇢ “(Y/N), would you like to try this new drink?“

⇢ Don’t worry… Yandere!Yoru would never hurt you…

⇢ He will just make you fall asleep…

⇢ Yandere!Yoru just wants to watch you…

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[2kiran]

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

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

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

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

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[wisteriaiswriting]

ask and you shall receive >:D thoughts on yandere valorant (any) duelists when their s/o (healer) treat another agent with more serious injuries

𝕐𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝔻𝕦𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕤

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He’s probably the most sane duelist, which isn’t hard to achieve.

Will let you finish healing the agent, you look so cute when focused.

But he hangs around behind you the whole time.

When you finish he’s stealing you away right after.

For this move of yours he’ll try to keep you away from the others for a while.

By chance, do you want to explore his arena?

She’ll ‘let you help’ the other agent.

But that time is spent just bothering you.

She tries to steal your attention from the agent the whole time.

If that doesn’t work she’ll start bringing up her own, small injuries.

Whining and moaning, getting progressively louder until she gets your attention.

Doesn’t even let you treat the other agent.

All your attention, whether you like it or not, will be on her.

But if that doesn’t work, she’s not afraid to bring others into this.

Someone will come find you just so you can get her to stop complaining.

So in the end you’ll be stuck with her in the end either way.

Absolutely does not let you help the other agent.

Will start guilt tripping you about this.

Also lies about anything he can think of in the moment.

Will try to physically keep you away from the agent.

Does all this while calling for Sage or Skye to help them instead.

If you wanted to help someone so badly, why don’t you help him?

Don’t misbehave, or you’ll have to help yourself.

If anything, the agent is likely seriously injured due to Raze.

Before you could even step in their direction, she’s getting in your face.

She’s trying to make you forget about them and their condition.

Will pull you away from the area, so the agent is out of view and heairn range.

Is aware she’ll be heavily scolded, given chores and have missions revoked because of her behaviour.

So she attaches herself to your hip until then.

But even then, if that agent doesn’t stay away, who’s to say they won’t end up in the infirmary again?

As much as she want’s to pull you away from them, she does have an image to uphold.

So she reluctantly let you finish healing them.

But not with glaring at said agent.

When you return to her and get in arm's length, she’s not letting you go again.

Practically forces you to pamper her with heals as a form of apology. (Even if she doesn’t need it.)

If you have that much energy to go running around after the others, you wouldn't mind sharing. Right?

You’ll need to try convince him to let you heal the injured agent.

Which you’ll likely fail at.

But if so, he’s hanging around you two the whole time.

Laying a hand on your waist, so you ‘don’t go running off.’

If he is injured though, he becomes your top priority no matter what.

At this point he’ll teleport you both back for extra alone time.

Won’t let that agent be around you at all at base.

[offbranddrpepsi]

Hi. Can I request yandere headcanons for Chamber from Valorant?

Absolutely!

Yandere Chamber Headcanons

Chamber is already known to be incredibly resourceful as well as has the financial power to compensate for what he isn't able to obtain with his own efforts. This becomes his main tactic to keep tabs on you once hes taken interest. Though he heavily skirts the line of stalking he never does, he is still a gentleman after all and lets you have privacy, there are some things he would rather have you give him than him take. He knows your schedule and routine perfectly. He knows your address, your parents address, what their professions are, what yours is/was (if you are in Valorant), were you like to get dinner when you want to spoil yourself, the names of your best friend and any information one could possibly find about them. Before you've even become good friends he knows your likes and dislikes better than nearly everyone you know and uses this to hook you.

Now, Chamber also knows he is attractive so in his mind he realistically doesn't have to put a lot of work into getting you. Even still he starts his pursuit by gifting you your favorite flowers, saying he over heard you talking to Sage when you ask how he knew. Then he is asking you on a date to a higher end version of your favorite restaurant, a knowing smile on his face as you rave about the food and how you can't wait to go again. Finally he starts flirting with only you, others make note of it and do his work for him by teasing you over it.

Of course his flirtations aren't where all his efforts lie. If he knows of anyone you have interest in then he pays them handsomely to avoid you and finds dirt on the ones who don't accept his bribes, causing them to avoid you or have their lives destroyed. Now he doesn't want to isolate you, he still lets your friends be your own though he does make efforts to win them to his side as well with elaborate group trips and gifts for every occasion. If someone causes you trouble they are paid off to quietly go away, if they don't then they simply vanish not to be heard from. He makes sure everyone that loves you loves him as well and removes anyone that would keep the two of you apart one way or the other.

He ensures you have the best day possible when ever he can and is always there when you dont. He listens to you vent and makes sure he is the only one to cheer you up, only sending you on little feel better trips with your friends so he can handle what ever darkened your day. You start having surprisingly good luck. He starts chatting you up more about your day to know if his efforts were enough. If they weren't he fixes that the only way an assassin knows how.

As he sinks his teeth into you he becomes possessive but subtly at first, he knows how quickly someone can pull away so he wants to let you get used to it. He buys you a pair of gold ear rings that match his own, encouraging you to show it off while telling you that you get gold because you deserve the best. Your clothes slowly start being replaced, though he is sure to keep the ones you look the most you in, by ones that match his own so you two always look like a pair in some way. Then he gets you a bracelet with his last name engraved on it, easily folding when you ask him to get one with yours so he can match as it marks his efforts coming to fruition. Its barely two months before you're moved in with him with a room of your own at his apartment though you spend most of your time in his until your room is now your office. He starts seeming to show up not long after you stray from his side, always having an arm around you or holding your hand, saying how he missed you and just so happened to find you. At times he is just silent while others he is just as part of the conversation as anyone else, no one notices just how present hes become in everything you do until its just normal for him to be there.

He uses all of his resources to make sure you absolutely never have a reason to leave him. He bares his heart to you, exposing his deepest emotions he hides from others, pulling you in as close as he can until its far too late to escape. You feel lucky, you're his only confidant, the one person he trusts more than himself, the person who owns his heart which he stresses is very hard to do. You're spoiled constantly and never have dark days. You want it he gets it, you don't want it then he makes sure you never have to see it again. He uses vulnerability like a trap, drawing you in until its too late for you to turn around and escape and then spoiling you so you dont realize just how far you've fallen.

You have a ring on your finger and a wedding date before you know it. You retire from what ever work you do, Valorant or not, at his insistence as he promises to take care of you just as he has been this whole time. Slowly most of your friends simply can't keep up which he consoles you over and eventually you meet his double, the only other man he would trust with you, and soon you too become close to his mirror. Having him becomes like having a body guard that can never stop telling you how beautiful you are and thats only multiplied now. Who needs friends when theres plenty of him to go around?

Eventually you're a caged bird but your cage is gilded with gold and adorned with the finest jewels. You have all your hobbies, you have your family, you have any friends that managed to stick around. Your every need it met and all you have to give is yourself to him. All you have to do is be his and only his. He doesn't make you serve him, you're too good for that. Instead you sit just in eye sight, being the you he oh so loves. When you're not in his sight you're in his doubles though you aren't ever sure which is which some days, they look at you the same after all and give you the same, and only, love that you've come to know.

[plushienanami]

Hello hello! Could I request headcannons for yandere chamber, sova, Omen, and Brimstone with a gn s/o who knows about their antics and Are you trying to escape them? I say, as if I'm trying to get out of protocol (Thank you so much for reading this and sorry for the mistakes, English is not my first language )

Hi everyone! I know it’s been awhile and I’ve been gone so long. I took writers block to a whole new level. This last year sm has happened but to be honest I want to write again and use this as a creative outlet! I hope you enjoy, love you all 🤍

You knew that staying in Protocol was a gamble, never knowing if you were going to come back in one piece or even alive at all. It didn’t help when one particular agent made your time in the special covert operations organization an almost living hell. Even if the fate of the world was on Protocols backs, it was time to leave while you could…or at least that is what you thought.

CHAMBER: 

Before you even began thinking of leaving Protocol, he already knew what was going to happen. It totally wasn’t how uncomfortable he made you when he would constantly flirt with you on missions <3

He wouldn’t talk to you about the matter, actually doesn’t address it all only with small quips and remarks that make you question whether he knows your plan or not. 

Chamber isn’t Brimstone, he doesn’t have the power and control that the head leader holds. Although that doesn’t mean he is totally powerless, this man has money and status that he most certainly utilizes.

He is a shady man, a con man if you really want to put a label on it considering what he did to Fracture, manipulating and lying to get what he wants. Under protocol he doesn’t have control over you, so he would definitely let you have your “temper tantrum” before he would take any immediate reaction.

He wants you to feel as if you have the upper hand, as if you won. 

Now with you being out of Protocol and not under constant surveillance leaving in the base, he can do as he pleases. 

Opening the door to your flat, you are greeted with the familiar darkness you see everytime you return from your work shifts. Taking off your outer coat you hang it on the coat rack beside the door, taking the time to sleep off your shoes about to turn on the lights. You never consider yourself paranoid, yet the eerie feeling of not being alone began to send a chill down your spine. The room was still dark, silence filled the air as you listened for any noise that would indicate that something was there. Slowly your hand made its way to the light switch, flipping the small white knub up as the lights blasted on. To your horror the last person you wanted to see sat there in the burgundy velvet wingback chair in the living room. The slick back hair, chunky yet expensive glasses frames, that blue silky waistcoat that cost more than the rent you paid, Chamber. Vincent Fabron. “Bonsoir mon chéri. What a nice residence you have…quite old fashioned for my taste, non?” He finally spoke, his signature card in hand as he toyed around with it. “You left so suddenly, not even a goodbye? How inconsiderate considering how close we were.” He rose from his seated position in the chair, stalking forward towards your frozen stature. His eyes remained focused on yours, an unreadable emotion as he continued forth before stopping in front of you. The coy grin he wore on his face as he gazed at your fearful expression with delight. With a small snap the card disappeared from his hands, the golden tattoos lighting up as the object retreated. He stood posed, staring down at you as a wolf to a sheep. “Your little game is over chéri…let us be off.” SOVA:

He always had been doting, trying to accommodate you and make sure that your time at Protocol is pleasant considering what all you have to go through to keep global peace.

He would start to see the hesitance in your eyes, the inner turmoil and battle you had with yourself when things would go awry (totally not around him).

As you resign filling out paperwork to Brimstone who was sad to see you go yet understood where you were coming from, Sova would come across you and Brim. He saw you walk into his office, and concerned he followed. It didn’t take him long to notice the paperwork that laid in front of you, pen in hand. 

Sova, who is always a calm and collected person doesn’t say much yet stands there with that composed expression on his face. Yet if you looked hard enough you could see the way his artificial eye glowed brighter as his jaw clenched.

He would ask to speak to you, nodding his head at Brim who didn’t expect a thing considering how highly regarded Sova is and how much of a good ally he was to him. He would have to settle this himself. 

An unsettling feeling made its way to your gut as you stood up and followed Sova out. The further you walked away from Brim and closer to the door, the more you could feel your freedom slipping from your grasps. The mechanical door slid open allowing you to make your way to Sova who stood down the hallway, a hardened look on his face. He never was this scary, kind and clingy…not like this. Standing in front of him, you looked and finally realized how much bigger he was than you. “Why are you leaving?” He asked, plain and simple. “I-...uh…” You stammered, the words you wanted to say were gone and now incomprehensible. “You do realize that if you leave, you would be in so much danger.” He spoke in a concerned manner, although at this moment you didn’t know it was a mask to cover up his ulterior motives. “If you leave, who knows what could happen to you. You wouldn’t be protected…who knows what your other self could do when omega earth realizes you are no longer with us anymore?” Desperation filled his voice as it wavered in worry. The longer you stared into his eyes, the more guilt you felt. He cares about you, worries about you and this is what you do in return? All he’s ever done was insure your safety and that’s what you’re worried about? “You’re right…I don’t know what I was thinking, thank you Sova.” 

OMEN:

Even though he is the sweetest ever, he is still eery in his own way. Ominous. He isn’t much of a talker and if so he says stuff you can never wrap your mind around. 

He lingers around you, whichever room you're in he somehow is there, cutting his bonsai tree or knitting to remain calm. His presence is one you can’t shake yet it still is uncomfortable when you two are hardly friends.

Deciding to leave Protocol is a hassle itself, one that you most likely won’t even have the chance to do. Omen has some attachment to you and everyone seems to know that even Brim.

Most likely due to his perceptive he is, he knew of your little plan of trying to leave. He would talk with Brimstone trying to talk him into a deal or some type of way to make you stay. You keep him calm, all those voices and nightmarish images he has to live with everyday, you somehow make it bearable. 

When you arrive in Brimstone’s office requesting your resignation, somehow you cannot. Brimstone explains it has something to do with agent confidentiality or the safety, you weren’t really listening. 

Yet you’re stuck.

Standing there under Brimstone’s gaze never upset you, never made you nervous or anxious in any way. It was him who stood there, the walking shadow as he gazed upon your rigid form. Your fists clench to your side, sweat starting to form in your already clammy hands. The whole confrontation was unsettling, not only Brimstone was delivering such disheartful news, you had to endure the shadow that loomed over you. By the time the meeting was done and a final apology was uttered from Brim, he dismissed you. You walked out, form slumped as you were completely saddened by the news. As you made your way to the shared dining facility, you made yourself a cup of tea to calm your nerves down from what had happened. In the corner of your eye you could see the familiar phantom, the inescapable nightmare that you permanently stained your life.. 

BRIMSTONE: 

You’re not making it out of the book with this one. There is no way you could even try to leave considering he is the leader of Protocol and would make up some excuse as to why you couldn’t resign from your role as an agent. 

He makes the rules and no one questions it. Why would they when all he does is look out for his fellow agents and tries to encourage them as much as he can. 

Brim is one stubborn man, one who has committed himself to protecting this earth from all the radianite crises that continue to happen. He had the chance of retiring, starting a family and settling down somewhere in those American suburbs with the perfect life. He will do anything to keep you there. To keep you under him so when this is all over you and he can finally have the life his ex colleagues always talked about.

He is dedicated and with dedication there is nowhere to run or even hide. 

Stepping into Brimstone’s office you meet the gaze of the older man and you stand in front of his desk. His demeanor changed as he sat up in his chair straightening his form and clearing his throat before he began to talk. “You know why I called you in today?” He begun, his fingers laced together as his nose crinkled with a small sniff. “No sir, I do not.” You addressed him formerly even though it wasn’t mandatory. “I heard word from the others about you possibly wanting to leave. Is that true?” Your back stiffened as you felt scrutiny under his gaze. Your mouth went dry, heart stammering in your chest the longer he continued to stare at you. “Yes sir…” A defeated tone you uttered. He shifted his position, a soft sigh escaping his lips as he turned to look back up at you. “Look kid, I can't let you do that. Considering what is all going right now, not only would it be risky for you but with what you know Protocol could be compromised. I’m sorry to deliver this kind of news to you, I know it can be stressful but that is why we're all here…why I’m here.” He stood, walking towards you to place his much larger burly hand on your shoulder. The close proximity unsettled you as silence settled in the room, his deep breaths compared to your shallow fearful ones. “When this is all over you don’t need to worry about all of this. Like I said I’m here for you…I always will be.” It was at that moment you knew your fate was sealed.

[seneitut]

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

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[Gekko x F!Reader]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You are unable to deny him anything.

“Of course, love.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I love you too.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Mateo!” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mateo is enjoying himself a lot. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So eager for another round?” 

“I'm eager for you.”

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

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

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

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

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

[hxllo-nana]

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i’m callin the rewrite SweetTooth jus so i don’t confuse myself when i post canon tings

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[flvffyantwo]

about me >_< !!

HAII!! im anto, im 15 (turning 16 in june :0), i speak english n spanish!! and i rlly want 2 make friends skdjsf so i'll list everthing i like ig :3

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[ferallantern]

I've finally escaped from my MCYT obsession so now I'm going to use my assorted knowledge of the Grian Fan Base against y'all as a parting gift (but it gets more obscure and worse as you go):

My Grian was sorry too.

He was never meant to be there.

Gree-on.

Toritoes.

Rat King.

[zaewriteshere]

Protector

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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.

[finnedfatale]

Hi peeps!! I'm new here (at least on this account) and currently really hyperfixated on TWST it's ruining my relationships /srs so I needed an outlet to let my thoughts go wild.

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☆ Splatoon series and manga!

★ Genshin Impact

☆ Minecraft (I'd whip out a better movie than them in paint)

★ Valorant

☆ Roblox

★ Plenty of other things I forget to add!!

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DNFI;

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[lilcl0wnz]

Hello!! My fellow goblins ✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧

My name is Axel I'm 19

I'm not very active here add my discord in the edit part if u are interested in getting to know me / chat with me (please keep in mind I'm an adult nobody under the age 16 add me please)

The game I play >>

Roblox , valorant, overwatch, yandere simulator , plants vs zombies and so on ^-^

(I do not support yandere Dev)

Here's some of my favorite songs

Edit I'm looking for people who have stopped playing the Roblox game royal high and are willing to give me their stuff / diamonds

Please add me on discord: grannygoblin69

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[wisteriaiswriting]

Yandere iso with agent reader who is married.

𝕋𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕆𝕦𝕥 𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟

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When he first joined the protocol, he already knew all of this.

He’s done his research on you and your spouse.

It doesn’t matter to him if they are part of the protocol or not.

So when Iso, the newest agent starts following you everywhere, no one bats an eye at this.

He know’s his worth, so your partner isn’t considered a threat to him.

That is, unless they express their disapproval for him.

If they get hurt on a mission, they clearly did something wrong.

And you won’t listen to their deranged mumbling, not when they’re clearly high on whatever pain medication they're on.

Iso is a rational and serious guy, he would never risk a mission for something as little as jealousy.

You believe him, right?

Especially when your ring suddenly goes missing and Cypher shows you the ‘proof’ on your partner.

It’s not like any of those two actually liked them anyways.

He’s here for you if something, say… divorce happens.

[offbranddrpepsi]

Heya, I saw ur valorant fics recently and I really liked them (especially the yandere ones ehehehe) can I request a yandere valorant yoru x reader?

Of course! I hope I do our little knife goblin well. As it is Yoru heads up for knifes being far too close to your person as well as typical aggression and possessiveness, this will not be sexual but still heads up for those that may be sensitive to this content. There will be implied violence but not directed at the reader.

The closed butterfly knife moved up your thigh, the metal cool against the flesh shown by your shorts. Currently the void walkers lap was your home as he flicked through his phone to find someone who had had the gall to flirt with you.

"Is this him?" his voice was level, soft even, which did little to mask his agitation. You only gave a nod, you were used to this but couldn't help the bit of anxiety that had settled in you. Shifting you Yoru took your face, his eyes sorrowful as he seemed to read you perfectly as he always did. "Look at me."

Despite being said gently you knew it was an order not a suggestion and complied. A small sound, almost an aw, left his mouth as he brushed your hair out of your face before placing a kiss on your forehead. You were the only one he was like this with, his tough guy persona falling away the moment you entered his sight. Hands were never rough with you, his voice never raised, He was still the Yoru you loved in all his sass and back talk but it was clear it was just an act with you and he let off the moment you shyed away from him. He was still just as rough around the edges as he was with everyone, but he made an effort with you that seemed to be missing in all his other relationships. Yoru had lamented over the fact that he felt unlovable, no one sticking around him long and leaving once he normally opened himself to them so he had built this edge against anyone who tried. When he had met you it had been the same. He was just as sharp as the knives he so loved, just as argumentative with you as he was everyone, but something hooked him. One time he had taken it too far and made you cry, being insensitive was one of his many strong suits so it wasn't a shocker, but unlike with others where he would shrug it off he instead grew angry. He was angry at himself, something in his stomach twisting and turning and making him drop to his knees to apologize, offering you the chance to hit him if he wanted. Something else moved in him when he first made you laugh, another piece fell into place when someone else made you cry. You being happy became a drug for him, a high that he chased at any point he could. He was drunk on you and had already fallen too deep to just put up his walls and let you go so instead he dragged you behind them. You couldn't escape him but he was so gentle with you, so willing to fight for you, it was thrilling and captivating. Soon you fell like he did, not as hard, your love was soft and sweet while his brutal and unrelenting.

The fear of losing you only drove his obsession and need to know everything about you. He demanded to know where you were for your own safety, demanded you move in with him when a break in happened too close for his comfort. You knew he regularly fought thugs, sometimes seeking them out, so you thought he knew best regarding the matter. Soon you learned the lengths he was willing to go under the guise of protecting you. You were at a bar when someone had gotten too close, too aggressive in their advances. Yoru was on them in an instant, having to be pulled off by you and the bouncer to keep from hurting the other man too much. He cursed the man out as you left and found his home in your lap when you got home, apologizing for scaring you and promising he would never put you in harms way. He had handled many of your pursuers, never giving you details but the bruises on his knuckles and bloody knifes in the sink told you all you needed to know. The same hands that held you as if you'd break were the same that'd probably taken at least one life in your name if not more, but how they touched you was too intoxicating, how he looked at you and craved you too much for you to shove him away. He loved you and was so clearly passionate about that love, how could you just trample over his feelings.

it was a few hours before he returned. You had ordered take out, a portion for him sat in the fridge. Jumping up from your place on the bed you rushed to him the moment the door opened. His face had a just blooming bruise cutting across his jaw and cheek, there was blood but there was always blood, an open would on his hand caught your eye as he took his gloves off and stripped off his coat. Taking the gloves and coat you set them to the side, already used to mending and washing them to cleanse them of both oil and blood. "Let's get you cleaned up, okay?" Your voice was sweet, his arms coming around you with a relaxed sigh. There was that love drunken smile he always looked at you with, those eyes that seemed to melt the moment you were in view. His lips found yours, the taste of metal flooding into your mouth as they did, he must have bit or split his lip again. "Come on Ryo, I got some soba for dinner from that place you like." Pulling him to the bathroom you dabbed off the cut on his hand, wrapping it in bandages before placing a soft kiss on it. Then you moved to cleaning the blood off of him, a rag with water and hydrogen peroxide being rubbed in gentle circles down his arms and face. His nose scrunched at the smell of the chemicals breaking the blood down as it bubbled, you giving a small laugh at him with just earned you a pinch on your thigh. When done you got a different rag and gave him one more wipe down before placing another gentle kiss to his bruise. "Hey," Still sat on the edge of the bathtub his arms came around your waist, chin rested on your stomach as he looked up at you. "I love you." "I love you too, Ryo." Holding his face in your hands you ignored the distant ringing of sirens, someone must have gotten in an accident. "Now lets get you fed so I can wash your jacket before it stains."

[plushienanami]

Hello! I was wondering if you could write for Yandere Sova or Cypher with a g/n reader who’s completely oblivious to anything and everything. I’m sorry to bother you if you’re busy.

hi anon! i’m finally posting again and actually picked up the motivation this time!! i got my life on a pretty steady pace rn so i believe i will post more !!

Yandere Sova & Cypher w/Oblivious Darling

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ!

Sova:

Sova with an oblivious darling would actually make him feel better with what he is doing. Sure he still feels guilty with isolating you from the rest of Protocol and manipulating you so he is the only real one in your life…just a little bit less.

If so, you being oblivious to all of this justifies his resolve. With you being this unaware, someone else could take advantage of you. What kind of man would he be if he let someone else lay their hands on you, especially in a malicious way.

On missions you wouldn’t even notice that he was always on the same site as you. Others would and talk to you about, maybe Brim with how dad-like he is or Yoru making some off brand joke.

In the end you would just dismiss it as always claiming him as a “great friend” or just “someone who cares a lot”. I mean most of it is true that is.

Once you get back to base, it’s straight to either him tending to your wounds (if you even have some) or to his room.

After a while rinse and repeat, the others just stop commenting about it since it doesn’t seem to get through you.

Basically an oblivious darling makes it easier for him to make you his without even getting his hands dirty.

Cypher:

He is always a calculated man, although he never thought that you be so dense.

Just like Sova it would be easier in the end, but he just be confused sometimes. He would make some inviting comment and you would just smile or giggle in response. Cypher would just stare at you and cock his head in mega confusion. It gets to a point where it gets so obvious that others pick up on it, yet you still remain in the clouds.

Cypher in general would utilize his cameras as a method to keep watch on his darling. Yet this is even better for him as he doesn’t really have to worry about you finding the cameras or just overall ever thinking that he would place a camera in your room to watch you.

This even happens on missions, setting up on the same site with you or keeping watch on his camera if anything gets out of hand.

After missions he keeps an eye on you when Sage tends to you, never to far away. If he ever lurks and gets caught he doesn’t have to think about a complicated excuse.

I mean isn’t he just such a caring friend?

╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯

[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.