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Festival Tea

Pairing: Marvel Rivals!Iron Fist x Reader

warnings: None

It's hot, so hot that you had to go buy you a brand new pair of shorts while out on your date. Well, you didn’t buy them. Lin did, he insisted that you picked out the cutest and shortest pair. He had you try on at least four pairs before finally giving you his final opinion. You just wanted something that didn’t make you feel like you're sweating bullets. He patiently waited outside of the restroom for you to return, people watching as the festival even carried on. 

Your now freezing hand pulled on the public restroom door. And was met with the smiling face of Lin, you watched as his eyes went straight down to take in your outfit. Nodding to himself satisfied, he surely knew you’d be able to pull off those shorts. 

“You look good, (y/n) a little too good.” 

He said as he walked over to you and placed a kiss on the top of your head. Interlocking his fingers with yours and starting to walk, he knows you weren’t done walking around the festival. The look on your face told him you were no longer as hangry as before. Now he just wanted to get you some food, knowing how you can and will go from 0 to 100 if something happened. The festival is packed, and you both have to fight the crowd at times. The lines for a lot of places were long and he was just starting to think that maybe you two should just go to your usual spot. 

When you suddenly stopped, your weight pulled on his arm as he attempted to continue walking. He looked back and saw you staring at a tea shop, it had a very Victorian look to it. A few tables sat out and under umbrellas. There was only one couple there and on their table sat a large teapot and a sweet treat, finger sandwiches, scones, anything and everything you wanted. He saw your eyes sparkle and all of a sudden he was now pulling you toward it. He held the door open for you, quickly ushering you in so you could figure out what kind snacks you were getting. By the time he was walking up you’d already decided on the type of tea and dessert tray you wanted. 

“What are you gonna get?” 

You smiled at him, his scanned the chalk menu swiftly before picking. 

“Can you add Mandarin Macarons to whatever she’s getting” 

The cashier nodded, telling you both to take a seat and the order will be out. Your feet were moving faster than him. He saw you had a bounce in your step, almost skipping to the table you wanted. A nice view of the festival and the perfect opportunity to people watch. You stood waiting for him to pick a side, he sat down and you soon sat next to him. Your thighs sticking to the sticky booth leather. Your shoulder touching his aslaugh came from you. 

“This is an odd choice,” 

He says, 

“But no completely unexpected. I thought you’d want actual food like hot pot or something.” 

You made an exaggerated mmmmmm noise as you linked your arm with his. 

“It’s the only place not crowded and a pot of earl grey tea sounds so goood!” 

He chuckles at you. The only person he knows who will pick a place cuz it’s less crowded and u wanted a specific tea. You laid your head on his shoulder, taking in the quiet tea shop and his presence. It’s not often he gets a free day from saving the world and it’s definitely not often you two get to experience random little putting either. 

“Hey, I got a question.” 

His voice is soft, his other hand coming to rest on yours that is holding onto his arm. 

“You ever thought you’d be dating a superhero?” 

His question is silly, sending a little giggle from you. As you pushed your body further into his arm. 

“No but I always knew I’d date someone important!” 

He nods, it’s almost close enough to what he wants to ask. Your relationship has been going strong since before he became The Iron Fist. But the fact you stayed after all the times he’s had to rain check or bail on dates and special occasions. Even though he always expected to come home and you’re not there, he doesn’t. He opens the door and the first thing he’s greeted with is a squeal and a kiss. Your bright and happy demeanor lights him up even after a hard fight or night. 

“Why do you ask?” 

You say, as the food and tea is placed in front of you. He watches for a while as you pour yourself a cup of tea and hum pleasantly to yourself. Your fingers are going to grab at one of everything on the dessert rack and even pick at one of his Macarons. He just smiles and reaches into his pocket, a small velvet box is presented to you. Catching your eye now you set your plate down and go to reach for it, but he opens it first. 

“I figured you’d want to leave after the tenth time I bailed on a date to save the world. But you didn’t, so why not just full send and get married?” 

The little box held an engagement ring. A silver intricate ring that held one large green sapphire in the middle and smaller encrusted diamond on the sides. It was gorgeous, it was everything you’d envision when you thought about an engagement ring. 

Your eyes quickly started to tear up, a frown on your face as you attempted not to fully break down in front of him. 

“Linnn!” 

Was all you could say. His smile beamed at you and all you could do was nod and grab at the napkin in front of you. 

“Yes yes yes! A hundred times yes!” 

You fanned your eyes as you looked up at the ceiling, a broken sob leaving you. His hand lightly grabbed yours and slid the ring on. You looked down,taking in the pretty ring on your finger. A symbol of your love for this man forever and ever. 

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Belt Tugging - Sova

This was an idea I mid val game and then was like wait I can write that, so I did!!! Enjoy

Pairing: Sova x GN! Reader

Warnings: Kindaa suggestive;) not proof read

The sight of the blonde man in regular clothes caught you off guard. Clothes that you've seen in the closet but never thought he’d wear. His hair tied back in his normal updo; a green turtle neck, folded and brown pants. HIs boots in one hand while his coat was in the other. 

“Where are you all dressed up?” 

He placed his boots down, setting his coat on a nearby surface before answering. 

“To protocol before maybe going to the store.” 

His answer was short and to the point, at least that's what your brain heard. Eyes never leaving the black leather belt he wore, perfectly holding his pants up and in place. HIs voice went on, tuned out in your ears as you mind ran with ideas for that belt. He stood at arms length to you. Your hands reached towards the leather as you stood. The movement caught his attention rather late. Your fingers latching onto the time, dipping in and pulling him towards you. Your own body still until you could no longer pull him any closer. You stood on your tippy toes to latch onto his lips. His breath hitching, stomach contracting under the sudden action. Your lips moving in unison. His hands moved to grab your waist, pulling you any closer to him. You pull back but he follows, lips still attached in fear of letting go of the moment. You’re stuck, unable to pull back any further, stuck breathing in his intoxicating smell and feeling his body being pushed against yours.

He pulls back when he’s ready, letting go of the greed that filled his soul when you started the kiss. A sigh leaving his lips as rested his forehead on yours. His eyes closed as he tried to restrain himself. 

“I must go see Brim.” 

He paused, a little disappointment settling in your stomach. Your grip on his belt loosening a bit.

“But he is gonna have to wait.” 

The bitter taste of disappointment melting away before being replaced wish a burning desire. His hands quickly moved to grab you thighs and pull you up, roughly setting you on the closest surface. He leaned in to kiss you, and that's when you knew he wasn’t letting you go for the rest of the night.

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the urge to write... but there are no ideassssss

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Warmer - Sova

This was supposed to be smutt, but I couldn't finish it😭😭😭 but thats okay, I GOT THIS NOW!!! (this is so ass)

Pairing: Sova x Gn! Reader

Warnings: suggestive ending

Your freezing hands reached for your tea mug, the steam being visible. Your tablet sat in your lap as you blew air into the mug, an attempt to cool it down before it met your tongue. Your soft lips meeting with the edge of the mug after what felt like an eternity. Your mind wondering as you thought of how you got here, sitting in this small small house in the middle of nowhere with a wood burner that seemed to not burn correctly. How do you burn wood incorrectly? It’s bizarre, you watched the blonde man you lived with show you how to work the damn thing. It only seemed to work when he did it. You send the metal contraption as an evil glance. You have several blankets wrapped around your body, two for your legs, one for your head and another one for your shoulders. Your clothes under the blankets weren’t yours, a larger t-shirt and sweater, along with baggy sweats that you fished out of the small but neat closet. Your tea is cooling faster than you wished and expected. You cupped both your hands around it. The wool soaks up the last little bit of heat before the cold takes it over. You had lost all prior thought of why you're here, your brain focused on one thing and one thing only, finding warmth. 

You stared down into the liquid, the faint sight of your reflection could be seen. Your shoulders slump, eyes closing as you let out a soft sigh. You can’t keep doing this, the almost negative degree weather is going to be the death of you. You can physically feel the way it seeps into bones, freezing you from inside out. You’ve simply tried everything he’s shown you, every single thing, and it's not working. You were two steps away from just sending the man a voicemail and going somewhere warm, maybe you could tell him you’re just home sick. He’d believe it, he knows you miss the warmer weather and family. You could one hundred percent hide your leave behind missing your mom, totally not the negative degree weather that comes with the night. 

You sat the mug down, pulling your hands under the blankets in your lap. What the hell are you going to do now? You’ll freeze to death before you even get the chance to figure it out. Maybe you should write a note to the man, telling him your last words if he finds your frozen body, cold and stiff on the living room couch. You tried to giggle to yourself over the idea. Him walking into the small house snow still in his blonde hair and calling out to you, only for him to find you stiff and unresponsive wrapped up in several blankets. If he were here right now he’d say you’re being dramatic and pull you under the same blanket he's using. 

Your shoulders cave inward, hunching your back as you shook from the cold. You can’t believe that he brought you out here, fully convinced you to move out in the middle of winter. Your eyes staring at the black screen of your phone, contemplating texting him. Would you be distracting him from his mission, would he be upset over it? You’d be leaving him here in this cold and almost empty house when he gets home. It’d be better than staying here in this harsher and colder environment. 

You pulled your hands from under the blanket, reaching for the phone and unlocking it. Fingers tapping away to get to the text chat titled ‘Sasha’, the last convo being 12 hours ago. 12 hours, that’s a long time without the love of your life texting you. You sighed, tapping on the message box and watching as the keyboard came up. How do you word this? You don't want it to sound like you're breaking up with him. A simple “I'm leaving,” does not sound pleasant. An “I wanna go home,” isn’t going to get the emotions across. He’ll be upset, and him being upset while out on a mission is not what you want. 

A sigh leaves your lips as you overcome the urge to leave. Deciding that maybe it’ll be better to stay, and then next time he goes is when you’ll leave. Of course you’ll have a conversation about it, planning when and how often it’ll happen. But for now, live in this cold cold house in the middle of the Russian wilderness as you wait for the man to return. 

And return he does, the sound of the front door opening  goes unnoticed along with the whistling of wind. It takes him a short time to find his way into the living room where you are. Crouched in front of the medieval style heating system he still uses. You’re wrapped up in a blanket, the thick fabric resting over your head and falling behind you like a cape. Your hand holds it together under your chin while the other pokes at the wood in the stove. You're mumbling to yourself, the same kind of mumbling you do when something is upsetting you. 

He lets out a laugh, the sound causing you to visibly jump from his presence. You whipped around to see the large Russian man standing behind the couch. Snow melting into the thick hat he’s wearing. Blond hair falling the same way it always does over his shoulders. A smile present on his face as he looks down at your wrapped up figure. An angry look on your face, he knows that look. It’s the “your medieval stove isn’t stoving” look, and it causes him to chuckle to himself. His hands reach to remove his coat before making their way to you. His hands grabbed at the wood poke, disarming you of a potential weapon. 

“Still struggling with the stove, снежная сова?” 

You nodded, eyes watching as he poked the stick into the wood. The heat seemed to multiply as he pulled the poker out of the stove. Free hand reaching for the cover and pushing it too, latching the small window shut. The room seemed to be heating up faster, a sigh of relief washing over you as the cold air was pushed away from you. Your head leaned to the side, resting on his shoulder as your eyes closed. A sigh came from you before speaking. 

“Welcome home.” 

His deep chuckles sounded in the quiet room. His arm comes around to pull you further into him. It was sweet, not often did he come home in an excited mood. With his work always having to do with the other Earth and him being Brim most trusted. It was indeed nice to see him give a genuine smile after entering the door. His arm held your firmly, far more warmth coming from him than the wood stove that sat in front of you two. His scent fills your nose as you’re taking his every being in.

“Finally,” 

He sighs, the familiar smell of the wood burning in the stove made his muscles relax. A reminder of where he is. Home, no longer out with a gun in hand or laying in those bare and cold dorms of the protocol base. He was with you, your weight on the side, smaller frame wrapped up in the several blankets he has. The familiarity reminds him where he is. A small cabin buried in the snow of a Russian winter, the one he calls home. 

You noticed his silence, the quiet lingering longer than it normally does when he returns. You move to look up at him, his eyes spaced out as he looks at the stove. The slight reflection of the fire dancing in his brown eye, he looked deep in thought, lost. 

“How was the mission?” 

You asked, unwrapping half of the blankets to give to him. He accepts, his hands working to pull the blanket over his shoulders as he thought about how to answer your question. He could tell you the truth, bring up the new agent and the future problems this brings. He could tell you that these problems will mean more time away from home and you, or he could tell you that everything went well and hopefully he’ll be able to spend at least a week or two with you without distributions. But then he’d be lying, giving you false hopes knowing damn well you do not wanna spend more time alone and cold in his cabin without him. That simple thought his fingertips tingle, a weird feeling runs down his spine and even gives him a slight headache. 

“It could have been better.” 

He casts his gaze down at you, that same soft smile on his pretty face as he sits down next to you. He’s coming to terms with everything, more problems with Omega world and even his counterpart, but when you ask he just wants to tell you everything will be okay. Even though he knows it won’t, his mind is busy with more things than needs be. But he smiles at you, deciding that if you probe for more answers he’ll give in, but if you don’t then it will not be your problem to think about. 

He notices how you move closer to him, your arms no longer securing the blanket to you. Instead they wrap around his torso, burying your face in his shoulder. No words, no movement from you. Your warmth is better than any fire he’s sat around in the past week, and it brings him back to you. His own arms finding their way around you, pulling you into his lap. You fix yourself, no longer hugging his side, but now being able to fully bury yourself into him. Your cold nose meets the warm skin of his neck, and he laughs. Hands resting on your hips as he looks down at you. 

“You really are cold.” 

Cold you were and he was warm. Your hands find their way up the back of his shirt, causing the man to slightly shiver. A little giggle leaving your lips as you run your freezing appendages over his back. The little shivers from him caused your hands to continue their assault, you wanted to hear him shiver again. Your fingertips putting pressure on his skin, nails ever so softly scratching at the surface. His lips met your shoulder, an attempt to relax and hopefully spot himself from groaning. A simple action that motioned for you to continue.

Flattening your hands on his back and gliding them up between his shoulder blades before landing above them. Your thumbs work into the tense muscles of his shoulder, trying you hardest to release some of the tension in them. You’d push your thumb into them releasing the knot and then soothing over the skin. The motion causes the man to completely relax in your hold. Shoulders going limp and torso falling into your own. He lets out a low groan. Your hands coming to a stop and pulling him falling into you, a small hum leaving your lips as you smiled.

His hands tighten around your waist as he fully sits up again. An evil looking glint in his eye as he looks down at you. You swallowed, unable to read what the large man's next moves were going to be. His hands move to your thighs as he moves to stand up. Making his way to the shared bedroom, before he throws you down on the bed. A squeal leaving your lips. He still stands between your lips as his hands now rest on your knees. An evil grin on his face as his hands run up your thighs and to the hem of the large t-shirt. That evil glint in his eyes turning into lust, he’s been away from you for far to long. 

“Forget about my tense muscles, маленькая сова. We need to warm you up, can’t have you freeze on me.” 

Translations маленькая сова - Little owl снежная сова - Snow owl

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Takuma Ino - There's two of you!?

Pairing: Takuma Ino x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Not proofread, and first jjk writting(PLZ BE NICE)

Wrote this while being violently homicidal so I hope its sweet and not angry!!!

Your hands were occupied with what seemed more interesting. Your husband was holding a small but nice conversation with Nanami, their voices soft in the background as your eyes followed the string of words that were appearing on the laptop. Fingers typing away like it was your last and final action. It wasn;t a business email, you were responding to an old friend who had moved away and the only way you two keep in touch is through email. It was nice, gave you a chance to actually think about what you wanted to say and how you’ll say it, plus you weren’t spending hours on the phone talking about random things. 

The pitter patter of feet seemed to get louder. The door flew open, and there stood that Itadori boy that Ino talks about all the time. 

“Takuma!” 

Your immediate reaction was to respond. Your mouth moving faster than your brain and typing fingers. 

“Yes?” 

You beat the actual Takuma by answering. All three looking over at you, two in confusion and one with a soft smile on his face. Yuji looked between you and Ino, trying to connect the dots on why you just answered him when he called out to Takuma, not you. You watched the gears in his head turn. Brown eyes darting back and forth. It isn’t until Nanami finally speaks that it clicks for the poor boy. 

“I didn’t know you two were married.” 

His tone was intrigued, when did you two find time to do it. Was it a small ceremony? Courthouse married? Either way he was happy for you two. You watched Ino rub at the back of his neck, looking for some way to explain to Nanami when it happened and why. He’s close to apologizing for not inviting him to the court signing of the document, but he’s interrupted by the surprised Yuji. 

“You two have been dating!” 

You thought his eyes couldn’t get any wider, brown orbs seeming to be larger and larger by the second. You laughed, you thought it was known, but apparently not. How did he not know, your brain thinking back to all the times there was clearly no platonic work interactions between you and Ino. Then again, does Yuji pay attention to things like that, maybe not. Either way, his reactions are entertaining. 

“Of course, not like I haven’t been with her since high school.” 

Ino said, eyes meeting Yuji’s as the boy makes his way to sit down. Acting like a distressed father over this new found information. His eyes latching onto the ground and his hands clasping in his lap. 

How could the boy not notice that his two favorite teachers assistants were dating, let alone get married without his prior knowledge. It’s crazy, actually insane to him. 

“Since high school…” 

He pushes a faux distraught tone. Making that signature distraught Itadori's face. Ino nodded, that same cheerful smile plastered on his face. 

“How long have you two been married?” 

“Not that long.” 

He stuttered off, trying his hardest to remember how long ago that was. 

“We decided the day after we graduated, then we were engaged for a while. So, we’ve only been married for a year.” 

Your words surprised Ino himself, only a year. He feels like he’s called you his wife for all of eternity. You shook your head at him. Holding up your index finger and saying ‘no only one’. You watched as Yuji slowly started to come out of his distraught father's pose. It was coming together, you two were high school sweethearts that were in for the end. So you two haven't been married for years like he thought. He’s now only stuck on the part where you hid the engagement and marriage for so long. It even had Nanami lost, but then again even Nanami has things hidden so he can't be too worried. 

“Well, congrats guys!” 

Yujis demeanor changed, a sparkle in his eyes as he came to the realization. There’s two of you now. 

“Now we have Mrs. and Ms. Takuma. Sweet!”

For @cruivanei - youve spoke of him a few times so here he is :)

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Hi Hi!!! - Request: CLOSED

I'm Iana(Eye-ana) or Char, I'm a 20 year old female writer. I write for valorant and Jujustu Kaisen! I enjoy talking to ppl, reading, writting(obvi) and hope that this account can be a safe space for all!

VALORANT

I write x readers and headcannons for these characters: (those not on the list I can write for it'll just take longer to get out)

Phoenix Sage Sova Viper Cyber Yoru Chamber Fade Harbor Gekko Deadlock Iso

RULES FOR REQUESTS:

Three characters per request Please specify if you want a Fem or GN reader, if not specified it will automatically be Fem!Reader Allowed: SFW and NSFW Allowed: Yandere and Dud-con Allowed: AU's as long as there is a slight or small description of it

JUJUSTU KAISEN

I write x reader and Headcannons for these characters: (I can be convinced to write for other characters as well)

Yuji Itadori Megumi Fushiguro Nobara Kugisaki Gojo Saturo Geto Suguru Kento Nanami

RULES FOR REQUEST:

No limit on characters per request Please specify if reader is Fem or GN, if not specified it will automatically be a Fem!Reader For Headcannons: Please no specific traits or stories, if sent I will be generalized it. Allowed: SFW and NSFW Allowed: Yandere CNC Allowed: Kinks with NSFW requests, please keep to one or two Not Allowed: Pregnancy

The listed tags are how things will be tagged if youre trying to look for a only sfw or nsfw works

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"I don't like you"

I wrote this a long time ago like back in 2022, sooooo if it's bad don't blame me. Blame past me. ANYWAYS enjoy :) Rule and stuff should be coming out soon...

Pairings: Yoru x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, uhhh i cant think of anything else

There were three mirror agents left, the only two people on your team left being you and Yoru. Spike had already been planted. Your back was against the wall as you held the vandell in your hands towards the entryway of the hall. “She walks through here. I’ll have to hold my own until Yoru can show and help”  or in this case finally help you. There had been no noise on comms for a long time. You were starting to think the lone wolf male was just waiting for you to get hurt so he could save you like some knight in shining armor. 

Right as you were starting to get into deep thought the mirror Skye walks into view. Three shots are fired, and the body of Skye is on the floor. You breathe. That's when you hear the two other pairs of footsteps. You took your moment and started to run, bullets were flying past. 

“Can I get a little help here!” you shouted into you comms

You quickly turned into another hallway a good distance from where you had killed Skye. You took the time to reload your gun and check for injuries, only one that you could find, a bullet graze from a phantom. “Shit! At least it wasn't as bad as last time.” 

You thought about how you were going to get out of this situation you were in. you had no more tricks up your sleeve, you were solely relying on Yoru to do something. You were starting to get worried, what the hell was he doing. Exploring the city? You watch says he was still alive and good. So what truly was taking forever. Well if he wont do anything with you alive you’ll do it yourself. You get ready to round the corner and start firing. Your foot shifted and you went to lean. 

“I’ll handle this!” 

You shifted back into the position you were before, back against the wall. You sigh, “Took you long enough!”  you thought. The sound of gunfire was heard, along with Yoru calling out that one was down. You took this as your time to make your way back to spike to defuse.

You peek around a corner, the cost looks clear so you make your way to spike. You set your gun down next to it and pull out the diffuser and start defusing. You're halfway to defusing the spike, when you hear a pistol being cocked and the end of the barrel being placed on the back of your head. “Shit! Not now of all times.”  

“How about you place that on the ground and I'll think about letting you keep your head.” The mirror Killjoy says. You place the diffuser on the ground next to you. 

“Let's not get too hasty.” you say with your hands up. You started down at the spike, its beeping was getting faster and it was making a lot more noise. You saw something blue out of the corner of your eye. You have to buy a little more time. 

“Hey , I know you have a whole reason for doing this but, I really don’t want to die directly in front of the bomb.” you say

“Oh really, well mirror you don't have a problem with it.” she says, you hear a light sarcasm in her voice. 

“Oh really, well if you can’t tell we’re actually quite different.” you say pushing your head back farther back onto the barrel of the pistol. You hear her hum as a response. You heard the little swirl noises from Yoru when he's in the dimensional drift. You slowly start reaching for the pistol strapped to your thigh.  You grab towards it as if you were going to pull it out. 

“Surprise” Yoru says as he exits the dimensional drift. You swiftly turn around and grab the pistol out of Killjoys hands before her body falls to the ground. 

The spikes beeping was getting alarmingly faster and the noises coming from it were loud too. You picked up the diffuser and went back to defusing the bomb. 

“Shit!” you said. The spikes beeping was getting faster and faster.

“Hurry up, all this will be for nothing if you get us killed.” Yoru stays behind you. 

“Shut the fuck up.” you say. You could feel Yoru getting antsy behind you while you were defusing. 

“I swear, if I die-” he was cut off by the successful defusal noise. You sighed.

You pressed a few buttons on your watch before you heard the Brimstones voice on the other end of your comms. 

“You two all set?” Brimstone asked. You looked over at Yoru.

“Yeah we're all set. We’ll be at the rendezvous point.” you said, you picked up the bag with the spike in it and handed it to Yoru. “Carry this for me, will you?” You say putting the bag in his hands and walking away. 

“Do it yourself, I’ve done everything else here.” he says before placing it on the ground and looking up at you, he scans your body for any extreme injuries, before his eyes land on the one on your dominant arm. 

“Men should always do the heavy lifting, what else are men for?” you said with a sly ass smirk on your face.

He scoffs and rolls his eyes. 

“Fine, I'll continue to do everything by myself.” he says while picking up the bag and catching up with you.

……

You sit in the infirmary as Sage wrapped the injury on your arm. 

“So, I heard Yoru waited until last second to do anything.” she asked.

“Yeah, but if he waited any longer I would be dead.” 

“Well, thank god he saved you. He hasn't shut up about how well you did on the mission before with him.” 

“What!” you were stumped. Yoru was speaking highly of you. Your relationship has always been one of how better than the other. That and he very clearly annoyed the absolute shit out of you, with his whole “I’ll save the situation like always.” thinking. 

Sage finished wrapping your arm and smiled. 

“Don’t say anything to him. It might actually hurt his ego.” she says. 

She turned to continue doing more things in the infirmary leaving you to do whatever you want. So you leave the infirmary, off to find the man at question Yoru himself. 

You search the hallways for a good 30 minutes before you hear a loud banter between Yoru and Jett, coming from the shooting range

“You already know I’m a better shot than you.” Jett claims. 

“Just because you're fast doesn’t mean you're a good shot.” 

The banter goes on between the two for a while before Jett notices your presence and goes to quietly make her leave, with a playful smile on her face. 

“So you think you're a better shot than Jett.” you say. He turns his head to look at you before he scoffs. “And what's it to you?” 

“I don’t know, maybe because we all know who's actually better.” you say.

“Can I help you with something?” You’re annoying him.

“Yes, actually. I wanted to know why it took you so fucking long to do anything during the mission.” you asked, taking a seat on one of the boxes in the shooting range. 

“(y/n), are you serious right now? If you're still alive. I still did my job. Plus if you die it's not like the mission objective was to project little miss' ‘I can’t kill anything without help’” he mocked as he used a high pitched fake female voice. 

“Yoru, It took you practically 30 minutes to even do anything. The other team members, which let me remind you, are here to help you, were gone. God knows what would happen if you didn’t help me in time.” you say waving your hands around to help get your point across more. 

“Yeah, well look, you're still alive and kicking. I can’t do everything for you.” 

“I’m not saying, -” You cut yourself off out of frustration. 

“You’re not listening.” 

“I’m not listening! Do you not care for your own safety? The things that would have happened to you if I wasn't there.” He's actually serious. Is he actually upset?

“I can handle things myself. No need for me to rely on a man.” 

“Prove it,” he says. There was a very serious look on his face, a lust in his eyes. He was staring at you like a predator. 

“I have nothing to prove to you, Yoru.” you say standing up. He was now directly in front of you. Even if you had something to prove, it wouldn’t be to Yoru. 

“Oh really. You seem to have something to prove by coming to find me.” 

You take a step back, things seem to be getting heated extremely fast. With each step you take he takes, until your back hits the wall. His hands go to the wall behind you. Trapping you in front of him. 

“You're so..” he trails, his eyes darting from your eyes to your lips. You were starting to get all hot and bothered now. 

“You’re so annoying-” he cuts you off with a kiss, so instead of looking like a fish out of water you kiss back. He deepened the kiss. His hands move from the wall to the sides of head. A single kiss quickly turned into a make out session. Your hands went up to the back of his neck, pulling him further into you. One of his hands moved to the base of your neck, while the other went exploring further down. His hand stopped at your waist. He pulled you closer to him. Almost like you were going to disappear at any moment. He broke for air, a smirk played on his face. 

“And I thought you hated me.”

“Pent up frustrations, from how reckless you are. And how long it takes for you to help during missions.” You say wrapping your arms around his neck. His hands now rest on your hips. 

“Is that so?” 

You humm in response. You're getting extremely impatient. Not only did he stop, now you’re all hot and bothered. 

“Why do you look so bothered?” he asked.

“I don't know, maybe you started something and just chose not to finish it. You, of all people, are the last person I would have thought to not finish something.” 

His grip on your hips got tighter. 

“Don’t tempt me.” 

You smiled, maybe being annoying to him isn't so bad.

“Or what.” you asked 

He kissed you, a hard, messy, greedy kiss. Something to prove. But like most kisses it starts something different. He started to trail down from your lips. Leaving a sloppy wet trail down, a hand coming up to the other side of your neck. You moved your head back giving him more room to work with. He got to a certain spot causing you to gasp. Your hands move up into his hair. He puts his hands on your thighs and taps them. 

“Up.” he commands. 

You lifted your legs and he caught them, wrapping them around his waist. Putting a little more force between him and the wall. He sucks and nips at the spot that caused you to gasp, trying to get a noise or something out. 

“Don’t hold back, I wanna hear you.” 

A hand moving from your thigh to your stomach, and it gets lower and lower. You didn’t stop him, instead you watched his hand get closer and closer to pussy. His hand passed the button of your pants and you finally looked up, a low sigh leaving your lips in anticipation. His hand cups your clothed vagina, you can feel the tips of his middle and index fingers making slow circles. You roll your head back against the wall, holding back whatever was trying to come out. 

“Let it out,” he says in a dangerously low tone, so you do. A high pitched moan leaves your mouth as his fingers pick up in pace and change to going the full length of your pussy. A few more moans come out and then you're suddenly very aware of how loud you are being.

“Yoru, what if someone hears?” you ask, quite afraid of being caught. 

“Then we'll have to make this quick.” he says. He puts your legs down. 

“Take them off, pretty girl.” He says, as he walks to the door of the shooting range and hits a button. You take your pants off. You turn towards him, being surprised by him kissing you. 

“Now where were we?” He says, picking you and going over a table and placing you on the edge of it. He bent down in front of you. Placing both his hands on your thighs. He bites your thigh before he moves closer to your vagina, placing his tongue at the entrance and licking up to your clitt. He ended his first taste by sucking on the little bundle of nerves. Earning a moan out of you. He takes two fingers and inserts them into you and places his lips back onto your clit.

“Fuck. Me.” 

You moaned out as your hand that isn’t propping you up goes to lace into his hair. His fingers were going in and out, curling when they went as far as they could in. You never thought you would hear such lewd things going for your mouth, it feels like you haven’t stopped making noise since he got down there. It just felt so fucking good. 

He started to move but arms under your legs and wrapped around the top, a way to secure your legs open. He was only using his mouth now. He pulled back for a moment, taking a moment to catch his breath.  

“Fuck, you sound so good.”

He practically buried his face in your pussy. Eating it like his last meal. More lewd noises and moans were flowing out of your mouth. You threw your head back, the knot in your stomach getting tighter and tighter. 

“Cum, I’m gunna-” you cut yourself off, words started to get way to hard to speak. He let out a low hum, sending the vibrations right to your vagina. It just so happened to be enough for the knot within to snap. You let out a high pitched moan, holding it for longer than you expected as he continued to eat you out through your high. When you had come down from it you looked down to meet his eyes. He smirked up at you, before releasing your legs from his grasp. You lay down completely on the table, exhausted. 

“I hate you so much.” you spoke. You hated that he could just completely make you come undone like that. 

“I don’t know, your body says otherwise.” He says as he stands up and wipes his mouth with the back of his glove. He hands you back your pants. You grab them but just stare at him.

“What?” he asked.  

“Where are my panties?” you asked. Looking around. You have taken them off with your pants. 

“Oh I don’t know, they weren’t there when I picked your pants up,” he said. 

You rolled your eyes. He most likely stole them as a trophy. 

You slip your pants back on. You look around to make sure you got everything that was yours, leaving no trace of evidence of what happened. You sighed, after a good look around and walked to the door. Yoru stood waiting and watched you like a hawk. 

“Do I look presentable?” you asked, fixing your hair like you alway do. 

“Like always.” he said, he placed a kiss on your forehead.

“I’ll see you around, (y/n).” he said before opening the door and leaving with a prominent smirk on his face. 

[chartreuxhue]

"Summer Air"

Hello, I wrote this a long time ago! It's not proofread, and I refuse to do that!

Pairing: Sova x Fem!Reader

Summary: Sometimes the summer air brings out the inner child...

A late night, a night where you, Jett and Phoenix just so happened to steal the spinny office chair out of Brims office and took to the halls with them. 

“(Y/N), you first!” Jett said,

 Pushing you into the chair and spinning it around. Her hands grabbing a hold of one side while Phoenix had the other. All you saw was the very long corridor in front of you. A big smile on your face as you gripped the arms of the chair and sat criss-cross.

“On one, Jett!” 

Your grip tightened.  

“Three!”

“Two!”

There was a long pause and your grip loosened for a moment.

“One!” 

The two duelists push the chair with all their might, sending you twirling and speeding down the halls of the protocol base, loud giggles and laughs could be heard from down the hall. Catching the attention of both KillJoy and Raze. 

“What are you guys doing?” Killjoy asked, a curious eyebrow raised. 

“Having fun, what's it look like!”

You get out of the chair and grab her by the hand, you sit her in the chair. Raze leans against the door wall. 

“Maybe we can hook up some gadgets?” 

She asked, you smiled.

“Then we can race!” 

Dangerous activities, in the base hallways. Sounds like fun.  

You grab a hold of one side of the chair while Jett has the other, and you both push KJ down the hall. She laughs and cheers abruptly from her sitting form on the chair. You turn around and look at some of the other agents who seem to wanna join in on the fun. 

“Imma go get one more chair!” you said and made your way towards the offices. You came to a stop at Vipers office. She won't mind right? You opened the office door and quickly rolled the chair out into the hall. Her office door shut behind you and you started towards the rest of the agent switching the chair. 

After some time the hallway had turned into a raceway, KJ and raze had modified the chairs to actually get some speed after being pushed. And most of the agents that did not take things seriously were there. Phoenix had some music playing and Yoru was betting on who would win with Jett. You on the other hand were in charge of timing and pushing the chairs. You stood in the middle of an intersection, you declared it the starting point to the races. 

Laughter was all you heard in your ears, and the pumping of your heart. A huge smile on your face, as you had just sent off the next racers. You stepped back, you back meeting someone's chest. You froze, who was it? It was too big, was it Brim? Breach? You racked your brain trying to see who wasn’t here. Before you feel their hands press firmly on your upper arms. 

“So you’re the one behind all this.” A thick Russian accent said. 

His hands squeezed your arms lightly, causing you to relax into his touch. “I was starting to wonder where you went too.” 

“Jett stole Brims office chair, and then we got side tracked.” 

You said looking up at him, he had a simple smile on his face. And his cape thingy was gone, along with some of the heavier gear he wore as well. 

“Hey, you wanna try it?” 

You asked, his eyes drifted down to meet yours. 

“Oh no no, I'm far too old for child games.” he says, shaking his head and letting go of your arms. 

“What! says who? No one! I’ll race you.” You say, trying to make it sound fun. If he says no you'd have to resort to puppy eyes. 

“It’ll be fun! I swear.” you say, with a smile, and he cracks. 

“Okay!” he says.

The chairs come back to where you two were standing. 

“Ohhh, Sova’s racing now?? I didn’t know you had fun outside of hunting sova.” phoenix says. 

Sova got in position in his chair, and so did you. You looked over at him and smiled. 

“See ya, after I win Pretty boy!” you say to him and tighten your grip on the arm rest of the chair. 

“Oh, it's on, моя снежная сова!” he says,

Jett grabs a hold of your chair. 

“You got this (Y/N)!” she says. 

“On one.” Phoenix says.

“Three” 

“Two”

“One!” 

The chairs went flying down the hallways, you closed your eyes and felt the wind flying past. Your chair came to a slow stop all the way at the end of the hallway.  You open your eyes and look around; your chair was farther than Sova's. You stood up and ran over to him.

“Ha, See that, Sasha. I can beat you at something.” You say, your own excitement is too loud for you to finally realize he's laughing, not chuckling, not only smiling. Laughing. 

“I see you can beat me at some things, моя маленькая сова!”

His arms wrapped around you, pulling you into one of his infamous hugs. You're shocked, but your shock quickly fades into more happiness.

“I told you it'd be fun.” you said, wrapping your arm around his neck. 

You get ready to say something else before you hear Brimstone clear his throat. 

“Alright, who stole my office chair?”