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a couple chambers 🥐

[lobeukilla]

OH MY GREAT HEAVENS your Cypher are so good,, I would love to request a fluffy Cypher x Reader fic, possibly one where he tries to DIY a gift for you (it ends up looking not as he expected)

Thank you sm anon!! Here ya go :)

Makeshift (Cypher x F!Reader)

Summary: Cypher DIYs a gift for your birthday. So sweet it’ll give you cavities.

Pairing: Cypher x F!Reader

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 944

Warnings: none

Notes: I had the same Reader character in mind from my usual Cypher fics but y’all are free to imagine anyone you like!

Your birthday was coming up, and your gift had to be perfect.

Cypher wasn’t one to brag, but he liked to consider himself the best gift-giver in Valorant. There was no competition, really. He had every agent’s passwords, to all their devices and accounts; he knew what kinds of sites they perused, what things they added to their carts while shopping online, so when birthdays and holidays came around, he was practically Santa Claus. It wasn’t a secret how he knew what his friends wanted, but they were all grateful nonetheless.

The ones he cared about, anyway. Sova got a lump of coal every Christmas.

You were no different. He knew pretty much everything you liked, all your favorite sites and items and things you were saving up for. He could easily just buy you the first thing on your wishlist or have your favorite meal delivered to HQ, but you weren’t just any agent to him, and this wasn’t just any birthday. You were his girlfriend, and this had to be special. You deserved something straight from the heart.

So, after much deliberation, he’d decided to make something himself.

He’d made plenty of gadgets in his life, all for work, but he’d never made anything of that nature for someone. Nothing meant to be a gift, anyway. He’d thought about making you something practical, like a hair dryer or an electric massage stick, but nothing seemed personal enough. You needed something sentimental.

You loved bears, so at last, he decided he’d make his first real robot: a little bear-shaped friend.

In all honesty, Cypher struggled to put it together. He was good with tech, that much was true, but his devices weren’t nearly as advanced as Killjoy’s. He’d thought about asking her for help more than once, but ultimately, he’d stuck to his work and pressed on alone. This was his gift to you, and he could do it himself. No challenge was too big.

The night before your birthday, it was finally finished. He wiped his forehead and took a step back, admiring his handiwork. It wasn’t as flashy as something Killjoy would’ve made, but that was okay. He’d done it all himself.

He just hoped you liked it.

^ ^ ^

“Alright,” Cypher said, guiding you towards your desk chair. “Sit down, and close your eyes, dear.”

“Ooh, is it time for my surprise?” you asked, giggling as you took a seat.

“Yes. Come on now, close them.”

“Okay.” You did as you were told.

Cypher removed the bear from its box, taking a deep breath before holding it out to you. “Okay. Open them.”

You obeyed. The second you saw the bear—a miniature version of your teddy bear in white and blue colors—your eyes nearly popped from your skull. “Aww, Amir!” you exclaimed, accepting it from him. “It’s my Teddy! But he’s little!”

Cypher’s face flushed under his mask. “Do you like it?”

“Like it?” You were grinning from ear to ear. “I love it! He’s so cute!”

His heart warmed, fluttering with love and relief. “I was calling him Mini-Bear,” he said. “But you can call him whatever you like.” He took a step closer, taking the bear from you gently so he could feel around the back. “He… also speaks.”

He pressed a button, and his own voice came out of the bear: “I am always watching you, my dear.”

You stared in awe, looking absolutely delighted. “Oh my God. That’s so sweet!” You took the bear back from him. “You really made him all by yourself?”

Cypher chuckled. “Yes. It was… a bit tricky, I’ll admit. But I think he turned out okay.”

“He turned out great.” You hit the button again, beaming when another line came from the bear, also in Cypher’s voice: “Thinking of you, sokar.”

Cypher blushed. “Maybe don’t run through all of them right now…”

You gave him a cheeky grin, then hit the button again. “Sleep well, princess,” the bear said.

“Princess?” You smiled coyly. “I haven’t heard that one before.”

Cypher scratched the back of his neck. “It is… cheesy, I know. But the bear said it, not me!”

You laughed and hit the button again. “Goodnight, my dear,” the bear said. Suddenly, it began to stutter. “I—I love—love—love—”

Cypher froze, panicked. “Shit,” he muttered. He hurried to grab the bear from you. “I—oh no. Oh dear. I thought—I thought the voice box was stable.”

You looked up at him, eyes round, still smiling. “Hey, it’s okay! It just glitched for a sec.”

“No, no.” He looked over the bear, wanting to phase through the floor and disappear. “Shit. I can—fix that. It was—not supposed to do that.”

Especially not when he’d been in the middle of saying… that.

“Amir.” He felt your hands on his, and slowly, he allowed you to take the bear. “It’s okay, I promise. I love it.” You cradled Mini-Bear in your arms, blushing as you smiled down at it. “That line… were you saying what I… thought you were saying?”

Cypher looked at you, heart full. Embarrassed as he was, he could see as clear as day how happy you were, and relaxed. “Yes,” he murmured at last. “I have… been meaning to say it. For some time now.”

You got to your feet, leaving Mini-Bear in the chair before wrapping your arms around Cypher. “Thank you, Amir,” you whispered. “I love him. But I love you most.”

Hearing those sweet words from you made all of his work worthwhile, even if it hadn’t all turned out perfect. He held you closer, hugging you tightly as he closed his eyes, savoring the moment. “I love you too, sweetheart.”

[lobeukilla]

Hi i’d like to request a chamber fic if you’re not too busy! I was thinking something along the lines of the character being really good friends with one of the agents, preferably a flirty one like yoru or phoenix and chamber gets jealous and corners the character to tell her that he likes her and all the flirting is driving him insane? If you want you can even make it so that the flirty agent was being overly flirty just to get under chamber’s nerves because they knew that chamber liked her.

Hello! I would love to write something like this. My favorites to write about is probably Chamber and Yoru. They’re def my type of guy XD Thank you for requesting me!

Vincent was happy. He could feel the pleasant excitement welling up in his stomach as he daydreamed about his favorite person. It was pretty obvious who he had a crush on but the other agents purposefully kept you out of the loop. The reason why was clear as well. Vincent wasn’t known to be the best guy.

His crush was a fan favorite amongst the Protocol due to their looks, personality, and skill. They were originally a weapon from the American military that was lent to team Valorant to extinguish the mirror earth problem. Everyone expected some war machine, modified killer animal hybrid, or some gun-slinging guy with a whole lot of luck but instead…they received a cute, charismatic woman named (y/n) nicknamed (a/n) by Brimstone for a code name.

Vincent originally believed you to be a new receptionist or something. He was a rich, skilled, and entitled man so he was bound to harbor a bit of misogyny. It made seeing you in action much more of a treat. You could kill enemies without breaking a sweat, run at top speeds, and break wind barriers. You were superhuman! All while wearing what you want. There was no need for armor at all. It made him so interested in you.

The rich man just didn’t exactly know how to approach you. You were always so caught up with everyone else because of your popularity. You seemed so sweet and kind, no one wanted him to “corrupt” you. Jett and Neon would always joke about how you needed to be protected from him at all costs because he “clearly just wanted to use you.” 

Alas, Vincent’s eye wasn’t the only one you had caught. It was becoming clear that more people were trying to pursue you. Men and women alike. Of course, no girls spoke of their crushes on you but the guys could never keep their mouths shut. So far, he was only ever able to figure out three people. Sova, Phoenix and Yoru. 

Sova was more reserved. He knew that he would push his feelings aside and never confess to you. Not worried about him at all. Phoenix? He flirted a lot but he was too goofy for you. You needed a rich, handsome, French marksman to take care of you. Yes, definitely! Yet there was one person with who he couldn’t stop being jealous of. 

Yoru.

Vincent just couldn’t understand why at first until he really paid attention to your interests with him. You didn’t roll your eyes or wave him off as you did with Phoenix. You actually gave Yoru your time. It was innocent in your eyes but the Japanese man pestering you thought a lot more of it.

Yoru would puff up his chest, making sure his hair was right before asking you: 

“Hey, (y/n), wanna come to the range with me? I want to show you the new ability I just learned.” 

Sickening.

But you would say:

“Sure, Yoru, what is it this time?” 

How could you? You must’ve had no idea, right? He hated this type of situation. He was seen as shady so if he said anything to you or about you, everyone else would be jumping down his throat. Well, everyone except for Reyna, that is. 

The demonic-looking woman seemed to humor Vincent since she had her eye on you as well. As he watched you and Yoru socialize, Reyna approached him. The man hadn’t even noticed she was standing next to him with a grin on her face as he gazed at you.

“You are staring at her, mijo.” She purred, finally getting his attention. This made him laugh, not being started by her presence. “A gentleman does not stare; he admires.” He replied, shifting himself to make the staring less noticeable. 

“Admiring with fire in your eyes? I didn’t know someone as bland as you can be so aggressive~” She laughed at his naïveity. “It is too bad that (y/n) is a free spirit. The girl needs more than a boring square.”

Vincent sighed before turning to the woman. “I hope this isn’t your way of siding with the others. Or perhaps, you are jealous?” He smirked back at her but was still unable to get a reaction out of her. “I have no one to be jealous of,” Reyna reassured. “Soon, the apple of our eye will realize that none of you are worth her time. See, look at Yoru.” She then gestured her head to tell Vincent to look. “All men do is talk about themselves. Especially the uninteresting ones…All so boring.”

Without a word, Reyna disappeared before Vincent noticed. She was a little mysterious sometimes but this seemed to be her way of giving a little advice. 

You entertained Yoru for a bit as he talked about his new cloning ability.  You thought it was pretty cool at first but the conversation was a little long-winded. He hasn’t even shown it to you yet. He only gave scenarios of how it would be useless. 

“–So, uh,” You interrupted him mid-sentence. “You’re only able to make your clone walk in one direction so far? Wouldn’t they already know it’s a fake?” You tilted your head in a cute way. He lit up as if he were waiting for you to say something like that. 

“Ah! Actually, I have a solution. I walk out with my clone and then they won’t be able to tell.” His face was so red and he wasn’t able to understand how unintelligent he sounded sometimes. 

“…but what if they shoot you instead of the clone? What if they shot both?” You placed your thumb and index finger on your chin as you began to think.  

Yoru opened his mouth to speak but Chamber came behind you. He placed a hand on your shoulder to grab your attention. The only way he could stand out is if he made some moves, regardless of what others thought about him. 

“You don’t mind if I have a word with our teammate, do you?” Chamber asked, towering behind you just as Yoru did in front of you. The rift walking man knitted his eyes together at the French marksman. He knew Chamber had his eyes on you and so did others. No way would he let him have you, but he needed to be respectful to you.

You could tell Yoru was acting a bit jealous just by his expressions. He wasn’t very good at hiding it. Luckily, as a woman, most of this stuff stood out very easily to you.

You smiled at Yoru, causing his eyes to dart from Chamber to you. “We can do some aim training later tonight.” You waved him off but in a sweet way. He huffed, turning around before saying “then don’t forget it.”

Once Yoru was far away enough, you turned to Chamber. He had a smug look on his face. The same one he always wore when he spoke—only to you. 

“Good Afternoon, Chamber. What makes you want to see me today?”

This was the perfect time because the two of you were alone now inside of the Gathering Hub. There was no one to interrupt you either. “I want nothing more than to have a small chat with you. It won’t take up any of your time.” The French man verbalized, sending chills down your spine.

“Oh? Okay.”

“You look absolutely stunning, and I don’t mean that in the standard way either. Perhaps, we could get to know each other a little more…personally.” Chamber whispered softly and seductively. This made your eyes widen just a bit.

Ha. He got you! You were all flushed and adorable now. 

“You sound just like the others!” You giggled, covering your mouth with your hand just a little.

Um���what?

“I sound like the others? Who do I sound like exactly?” If Chamber wasn’t in your presence he would definitely be choking right now! He observed how your innocent face changed. It went from bright and bubbly to subtle and trivial as you tried to think for a moment.

“Yoru and Phoenix! They say nice things like that all the time. I’m glad I have such a strong friendship with you all. I think you look magnificent! I like your clothing and your glasses.” You giggled even more, unable to contain how happy you were that you were getting to socialize so much!

You didn’t have much time here because once mirror earth was no longer a threat, you would belong to the U.S Military once again. “I didn’t know they thought so highly of you…and were so open about it as well.” The French marksman muttered the last part. 

“I’m not used to such attention. Is something wrong, Chamber?” You asked innocently, tilting your head at the man who was visibly reacting to all your words. “No, not at all.” He replied. 

“Though, I wonder, what exactly do you plan to do with Yoru later…?” He was genuinely curious if you would ever become more than a friend with the rift walker or anyone else.

You shrugged. “I'm not sure. I assume he just wants me to stroke his ego for his good aim.” Although, your joke didn’t seem to make him laugh. “He probably wants you to stroke something else as well…” Chamber muttered to himself but your genetically enhanced hearing caused you to hear him anyway.

“Huh?!” You perked up, blushing like an idiot. “Oh, come on, Chamber! It’s not like that…” You instinctively grabbed a piece of your hair and twirled it, avoiding eye contact. The marksman smirked. He loved making you flushed. It was so adorable. “Then surely, he wouldn’t mind if I joined you on your adventure?” 

“Oh! Sure! I don’t mind you coming.”

“It’s a date then.” Chamber winked at you, making you blush a bit more. He only hoped Yoru didn’t make you blush this much. 

Later that day, you went to the range as scheduled to meet Yoru. 

Chamber tagged along. When you arrived, Yoru laid eyes on you. He lit up like a Christmas tree. Perhaps, he didn’t expect you to come. Unfortunately, the twinkle in his eye died and his smile faded. There was a particular shadow that towered over you as it followed.

“Hi, Yoru!” You waved to him as you approached him. Yoru didn’t reply. He seemed to be too busy looking through you and at the man behind you. “Bonsoir~”

You saw that Yoru had a ghost in his hand. “Oh! Are we having another shooting competition?” You smiled warmly. “I hope you can finally beat me!” This grabbed Yoru’s attention. He smiled slyly, readying his weapon. “Oh I know I can. And no cheating this time.”

You turned to Chamber. “You want to join? I’m currently undefeated.” You told him. Surely, he couldn’t beat you but he would just like to watch. 

“I will have to pass, ma Cherie. Just pretend I am not even here.” 

“Okay!” 

The shooting target content with Yoru was fun despite you winning again. Chamber expected him to act bratty as usual. It was how he usually behaved whenever he couldn’t come out on top but…that didn’t happen.

Yoru praised you for your skills. Something that was extremely foreign to Chamber but normal to you. Was he always like this to you? He had no idea. 

Yoru made a witty remark, taking out his butterfly comb to style his hair. You seemed interested in this. “I’ve always wondered, Yoru, how do you make it come out?”

“Oh, this? It’s pretty easy!” Chamber watched Yoru close the comb and do a cool motion that made the comb show itself again. “Can I try?” You asked, standing at an angle that prevented the marksman from seeing what exactly was happening. He tilted his head outward, looking a bit awkward but he didn’t care. 

The man observed your attempts to use the comb. You failed so charmingly, causing any man in the vicinity to give in to their masculine urge to help you. 

Yoru chuckled. “Here. Let me show you.” He grabbed your wrist gently with one hand and your fingers in the other. He showed you what your hand and fingers should do. “I can show you some tricks too.”

Yoru peaked above your head, looking straight at Chamber who was previously confused and trying to see. He could see the grin forming on the man’s face as the two of you exchanged friendly contact. He was doing this on purpose. What a rat! 

“Hey, (y/n), you know I have a motorcycle too, right?”

“Hm? Really? That’s so cool. You have to show me!”

“Maybe this weekend, I can take you for a ride.”

“Aw, sure, Yoru. That would be so fun.”

No! He was NOT taking you for a ride! 

You fiddled with the butterfly comb a little more before just giving up. It was a little embarrassing. “Gah, I still can’t get it-“ You had begun to say before you felt a hand on your back. “No worries, Cherie.” Chamber smoothly took the comb from you and opened it accordingly. When he finished, he handed it back to Yoru who snatched it aggressively. 

“You guys make it look so easy!” You placed your hands on both of your cheeks. “We can work it out step by step later.” Chamber offered. “Also, (y/n), I must speak to you.” He eyed Yoru. “…privately.” 

“Sure!” 

Chamber led you to a part of the training grounds that was far, far from Yoru. This was such a different approach for him to take but your innocence made it too hard. He couldn’t bear the possibility of you and Yoru of all people. 

The blatant flirting from him was shameless and too much. He really did treat you differently than the others. 

“Chamber? What’s wrong? Did you feel left out?” You frowned. You knew it had to be something. The last thing you wanted was for him to not have fun. 

“No, no, mademoiselle. Nothing, in particular, is wrong, it is just…” Chamber trailed off, losing his usual attitude and his ability to form sentences. 

Say it.

Say it.

Say it!

“Do you have something going on with Yoru?” 

You blinked. Was he actually serious? 

“N-No. He and I are just friends.” You answered but this only made Chamber smile and laugh. “Are you sure? He seems to think otherwise. He and the other agents are always flirting with you. You don’t really protest that either.” 

“They’re just being nice, Chamber!”

“Being courteous and flirting is very different, Cherie. Your innocence shields you from the consequences and I have to admit that it drives me a little crazy.”

You knitted your eyebrows together. “What’s that supposed to mean?” You placed your hands on your hips. Chamber sighed. “I have to deal with hearing everyone else talk to you and about you in a particular way. It’s more than just being nice.”

“How do you know it’s more than being nice?” 

Chamber took a step towards you. Your face heated up when his hand rested on your cheek. “Ch-Chamber?” You called for an answer but he seemed to ignore you. 

“I know that it is more than being nice because I would like to admit that I am the best at making it look this good.” He told you. “I want you to be mine.”

Maybe you were oblivious all this time. It was like a pleasant surprise that came out of nowhere! It almost felt like you were in a real-life harem and one of the people you have a huge crush on had admitted their feelings for you. 

Chamber leaned downward, his hand becoming more secure around your jawline and chin. Suddenly, a bunch of old memories invaded your mind. The French man made it known to give you light kisses on your hand when he would greet you. Something he hadn’t done to any other agent. You never received that from anyone else and enjoyed them a lot. They made you feel warm, causing you to get butterflies in your tummy and shy away from him.

You liked him too.

In a second, his lips finally connected to yours, lightly pressing against them. You closed your eyes as you were pulled to the tips of your toes to make up for your height. Chamber’s face was red. This was extremely bold, even for him but he had to own it. 

Yoru, eavesdropping, cursed to himself. “Damnit. I knew they were dating.”

[lobeukilla]

Hi, I hope you’ve been having a good day! Can I please request a Sova that goes absolutely feral when you pull on his hair during sex... like he's a whole new man when you do that. The thought has been invading my brain and it won't leave hdjwkkdkd

-Sova lover anon

Ngl at all i be giggling and kicking my feet even thinking about this 👉👈 Thanks so much for waiting for me and i hope i do not dissapoint. Love uuuu <333

<<<Reader is she/her. MDNI.>>>

Im lost with words iykyk with Sova (nsfw)

It always starts slow and affectionate with Sova. We know him. He knows himself too. He knows that he is a little bit of an overgrown man (190ish cm long like holly shit boy what did your babushka feed you?) and he doesnt want to overwhelm you with himself.

But if you press his buttons, yeah, he switches a bit fast.

When he gets the 'fuck me hard' signal from you he doesnt care. You are under him now.

For him, its his hair getting pulled by you. Its like a wordless signal between both of you. Does the job perfectly so why need to ask for it, right?

The second you grab a handfull of his beautiful long blonde hair and pull it, he growls from the very deep of his throat. His body lovering over you for you to feel his weight on you more. Mhm. He got what you want for sure.

"You want to do it my way, darling?" The russian accent with the word 'darling' sounds deep near your ear. You know our giant bear. He gotta make sure even if he is too much over to control himself.

His moves are much over and about controlling you and your body. He is playing with your buttons too but mostly like a 'dim red light sex at midnight' kinda sex iykwim. He is rough but not ROUGH rough. Just the perfect amount to make you squirm under his body.

He can overpower you so easily he cannot lie that this doesnt turn him on. Pulling you in, stretching your legs, lifting you up and everything. And the sounds you make for him while he does these things? He could listen to you all night long. (Thats totaly not the reason he likes long sessions with you.)

This man has the highest stamina in the protocole if it wasnt for kay/o. He climbs up an down on snow for a daily basis. He is not letting you go anywhere if you dont use the safe word and make him stop yourself. If you know how to tire him then its another story.

You swear the first time you two get close like this, you thought that he had no experience whatsoever but now you realize you are so damn wrong. He may not look like he has experience but its all because he wants to make you feel alright and safe in his hands. But if you want to give the control all into his hands, then he will gladly take it from yours.

Kisses, hickeys, bite marks all over your body. Did i mention he has no shame? I guess i did on another one of my posts. I will say it again. He has no shame. He will look proud if anyone notices the hickeys he left over you. They gotta know that he knows how to do his job.

If you were to ask him about how he likes being in charge, he will laugh and just say a simple "yes, i do". Maybe his cheeks will get a little red but not because of embarrassment, its because of he lies how much more he likes it. This man LIVES for these moments.

(I wish i had a Sova for myself 😔)

[lobeukilla]

Im sorry but this idea is running around my head everyday, can you do a fic where yoru gets so nasty and asks his s/o to ride him, but s/o is very shy. Oh and him teasing his s/o im sorry this might sound so cringe. Love ur work btw!!!

Thank you so much for requesting me! I’m pretty bad at writing headcanons so naturally, I write full length works. That’s usually why my content output is slow! I hope you enjoy! ❤️

YORU x FEM!READER

Tw// NSFW (literally sex) Fem-bodied reader (breasts and puss), riding, dirty talk (?)

There’s nothing more that Yoru loved than his girlfriend. It was like a breath of fresh air. He was practically dying of boredom in the protocol before you showed up. The ability to push you over the edge with teasing AND still be the only person you could seek refuge. Any normal person would recognize this as controlling…maybe a red flag here and there.

But it’s Yoru. We do not care!

After missions or long training days, Yoru would take you out on his motorcycle. He believed your gentle and reserved nature was a good break from everything. There were just some days where he just felt like up and leaving with you and never coming back. He can’t and this is the closest he could get.

He had a private garden that he would take you to. You loved coming with him here! It was always so warm, no one ever bothered the two of you and it was ideal for quality time. Sometimes there would be picnics but there was mostly fucking. Yoru’s angst translated to a lot of sexual frustration. This made you the perfect fleshlight for him to dump his cum into.

Being timid and shy made you so much more sexier when he had you on your back or on all fours with your ass in the air. He would be balls deep inside of you, thrusting those beautiful moans out of your throat.

His favorite thing was to cream pie you. He loved pulling out just to see it gush out like water from a hose. Though, on no particular day, he felt like being more frisky. He wanted to lewd you so much more and push you to the limit.

He would always bother you instead of relaxing during his breaks. He would whisper lewd comments that would make you blush and shudder. During breakfast, you tried to have a normal morning, choosing to eat with Jett, Phoenix, and Neon. That was when Yoru came to sit next to you. You hadn’t even gotten to kiss him good morning before he felt you up under the table. He leaned in close to your ear before whispering a cold “I’m gonna fuck you later.”

He loved to rub your thighs and ghost his fingers over your clothed pussy. The way your face heated up as you struggled to not let your teammates know what was going on made him feel so alpha. He wanted nothing more than to bury his dick inside you just to make everyone jealous.

The surprise came later after the day ended. He insisted you two spent the night together. You figured he was being needy and just wanted to relieve himself. He always made you feel really good so you never minded having sex often. You wanted it just as much as him but…

“I want you to ride me.”

Your eyes widened as a huge blush covered your face. It was such a lewd act. “R-Ryo-“ You uttered before he began to remove your clothes. His favorite thing before sex was to edge himself off your body. Taking off articles of clothing, little by little.

He pulled you into himself and you crashed into his chest. You held onto him for support as he had his way with you. He pulled your bottoms down, taking in the texture of your panties with the tips of his fingers.

“Mmm. You’re such a naughty girl. I’ve barely touched you and your panties are so wet.” He mocked you like always but it was just to make you intimidated. Intimidation wasn’t always bad, though. His energy turned you on so much. “Pleasure me.” He added as he picked you up. He sat at a desk chair with you on his lap.

“Take it out.”

You obeyed, unbelting his pants and letting him play with your breasts. The nipples hardened and he latched his mouth onto them until he was satisfied. When you took out his dick, it was semi-hard, needing to be stroked to grow bigger. You wrapped your dainty fingers around him before pumping accordingly. You did this until he was big enough. He grabbed your wrist firmly, demanding that you ride him now.

Like an animal, he tore your thin shirt, revealing your perky breasts. Your nipples hardened and waiting to be sucked. Yoru waited patiently as you straddled his lap. You seemed nervous about taking his size. Bullying you had to be the best thing he could do with his time. The shy ones always held the best surprises.

You slowly lowered yourself onto him. The wet sounds of alone made him want to grab your hips and slam you down on his cock…but he waited for you to adjust. His pleasure levels skyrocketed when you began to move. The feeling of your wet pussy squeezing his cock did wonders for him.

Using all your strength, you slammed down on his dick. He moved his hands from your waist to your ass cheeks. He squeezed and spread them well enough to stimulate your pussy without even touching it.

“Fuck, you’re riding me like a slut!” He choked out, causing you to blush. He only described you like that when he was feeling a lot of pleasure. There were many layers to his thought process. He adored having such a timid girlfriend. It was always entertaining to fuck the innocence out of you. In times like this, one thing he wanted was for you to fuck him good—like you were paid to do it.

He was fighting to hold back his urge to cum, refusing to do so until you did first. He could never cum first!

But your face.

Your bouncing tits.

Your fat ass and tight pussy.

“R-Ryo…I-I’m gonna cum.” You said softly, trying to hold back so that agents passing by wouldn’t hear you. Yoru wanted them to hear you, though. He wanted every man to know you belonged to him. No man like Chamber, Sova, Pheonix—Hell. Even the girls wouldn’t stand a chance with how much he could fuck you.

“Then cum.” He commanded. “Cum all over my dick.”

You felt yourself elevate. He moved into the perfect position to thrust himself into you. His balls slapped your bottom and his dick was practical, causing you to lean forward. You wrapped your arms around his head for support. Your breast crashed into his face, causing him to blush madly. You held onto him as he thrust into you aggressively.

“Ryo~! ♡” Despite your attempts to stay quiet, your climax prevailed. You moaned much louder than you wanted to as you squirted all over him. Your insides contracted and caused him to cum too.

Yoru coated your walls with his thick, hot cum. He came so much that it ran down his shaft, getting on his lap and the chair before he could even pull out.

You were covered in a thin layer of glistening sweat with his cum dripping out of your cunt. Your breasts were out and your ass was almost bruised from the copious amounts of groping he has done.

“Fuck…you’re so sexy.”

Without another moment to spare, he grabbed you by your neck. He squeezed lightly with the tips of his fingers and made you look at him. There was lust in your eyes, begging for a round two. He was sure to give it to you too.

The man brought you down and pressed his lips to yours. The kids only went on a moment before he became needy and hungry.

You would be his and his only. Forever.

[lobeukilla]

valorant and monsta x? love to see it 🫦

I saw a photoshoot of Minhyuk and immediately thought, THAT but CHAMBER

Sentinels Pool Party Part 2?

[lobeukilla]

I loved your KA/YO writing and was wondering if you could do like massively pinning cypher x reader?

Thank you for this request! This was really calming to write. I wasn't sure if you meant to Cypher to be the one who is pining, or reader, so I took creative liberty with it. Both reader and Cypher are pining in this, but it mostly focuses on Cypher :> I hope you enjoy!

-Rigel

Cypher x Reader - Pining

Word Count: 1649

Warnings: A little bit of angst

Cypher knew you would be trouble for him the moment he met you, hell, even before then when he was scouting you for the Protocol. 

You were nice. A bright spark in the so often dark world that he dealt with. He wanted to protect you, but he also didn’t want to get too close. He was a dangerous man, and everything that he did was to distance himself from others. He never even showed his face, how was he supposed to expect to get close to you anyway.  

The more he spoke to you and the more time he spent with you though, the more he couldn’t keep himself away. 

It was everything about you. Your smile was like a lighthouse that could guide even the most doomed man home, and oh how much he wished he could be that man. Your laugh was a song that he could never grow tired of. Every word you spoke had him in a trance. Everything about you was perfect. But he couldn’t bring himself to tell you any of this. He couldn’t. Because even if you did feel the same, he didn’t want to put the danger of knowing him on you. So he would keep it all bottled up forever. He had to. To keep you safe. 

He would have thought that his secrecy would drive you away, but you didn’t seem to share the same reservations about him that the rest of the Protocol did when it came to transparency. He didn’t know if he hoped you were just naive or if you shared the feelings for him that he did for you. 

----

“Cypher, can you help me with something?” You ask, and he tries to ignore the way his heart flutters at your presence like it so often does. 

“Of course, what do you need?” 

You start explaining something about a piece of tech you’re working on. He’s only half-listening. Too distracted by how close you are to him and how much he wishes he could just reach out and hold you. 

“Phoenix said it was a really good idea, but I honestly think he might have just been trying to flatter me.” 

He hears that. It isn’t jealousy that fills his stomach. He tells himself it isn’t. At least, it isn’t the kind of angry jealousy. It’s the kind of jealousy that gnaws at him because he wants to be the one who you speak so fondly of, and it’s his own fault that he isn’t. 

“Cypher? Are you okay?” You ask, concerned. 

“Ah, lost in thought for a moment, do not worry. What were you saying?” He attempts to reassure you, waving his hand dismissively. Your smile returns as you continue to explain. 

When you leave his workshop, he’s left alone again. It feels colder without you beside him. He convinces himself he doesn’t care. 

He tries not to imagine you together with Phoenix. Both of your smiles are bright and vibrant. The two of you would be a good match for each other. You didn’t even imply in any way that you liked him, it’s just his own mind getting the better of him. He’s choosing to create this problem for himself. 

----

“If you were to tell someone you liked them, how would you do it?” You ask it so casually that it catches him off-guard and he coughs. The two of you were sitting in the commons area. He was sitting at one of the stools at a table, and you were laying across a nearby couch.

“Why do you ask?” He won’t let himself get his hopes up.  

“No reason, just curious.” For once, he’s thankful for his mask around you. It saves him from having to explain the dumbfounded, flushed expression he wears now. 

“I… haven’t put much thought into it. How would you go about it?” He nervously turns a small tripwire coin in his fingers. 

“I’m not sure. I think I would be too nervous to ever actually get around to doing it. I know it’s nice to ask in person, but it just feels so vulnerable. I wonder if it would be easier with a mask like yours?” You ask, jokingly. Cypher laughs. 

“Perhaps, however, I do not think that a mask can protect you from the fear of rejection.” He wonders how much he can get away with saying before you catch on. 

“I guess not.” A silence falls between the two of you. Cypher stares at the coin that’s in his hand. 

Even if you did like Phoenix, he would be happy, because you would be happy. Whoever you liked, he would be happy. He didn’t care. He didn’t. 

“I think that I would write a letter.” You say and Cypher looks back at you quickly as you speak up. 

“What?” 

“To confess to someone. It’s kind of romantic, and it also makes it feel a bit less intimidating I think. Plus, if they do say yes, it’s something cute that they can keep forever.” You aren’t looking at him. He stops fiddling with the coin. 

“Yes, I suppose that is a good point. That is a nice way.” There’s silence again. “Do you… have someone in mind? That you would give a letter to?” 

“I think I do.” 

There’s a small part of him that hopes it's him, and a far bigger part of him that knows it isn’t. 

“Do you have anyone that you would give a letter to, Cypher?” 

“I… don’t know. I think that it would be best for me to avoid things like that.” Cypher lies all the time. It’s part of what he does. But even he knows how much you can likely see through him right now. You’re one of the few people he can’t seem to lie to. You frown at him.  

“Why?” He tells himself he doesn’t hear the way you sound almost disappointed. 

It’s such a simple question that has no simple answer in his mind. 

“It is too dangerous. I wouldn’t want to put anyone at risk like that. Knowing me like that is to put a target on yourself.” He’s turned away from you again, flipping the coin once more. 

“What if someone was willing to take the risk? If you both felt the same, would it be worth it? I mean, you wouldn’t be dealing with it alone and what if that person could handle themselves anyway?” 

You don’t mean yourself. You don’t, he tells himself. This is hypothetical. 

“Then perhaps it would be worth it. However, I would put their safety over my feelings. Even if they were willing to take the risk, would it not be selfish of me to let them do that?” 

“I don’t think so. I’m sure they would understand the risk if they really loved you. You deserve to love too, don’t you?” 

It’s criminal how sincere you sound. The way that your words fill his chest with hope in the same way they suffocate him with it. When he looks over at you again, you’re smiling. He laughs softly, a pathetic little noise that does more to voice his struggle than mirth. 

“Maybe,” he starts, “I should get going now. Brimstone needed to speak with me and he should be back by now.” This one isn’t a lie, Brimstone is waiting for him. “Good luck with that letter, y/n.” 

“See you around,” you say behind him as he’s walking out the door. 

----

That night, he dreams of you. 

You’re smiling at him. You raise your hands slowly to his face, stopping at his neck where the bottom of his mask sits. You keep staring at him, eyes full of love and adoration. You pause for a moment, almost like you’re waiting for him to stop you. But he doesn’t. He lets you pull the mask up slowly, giving him every opportunity to resist if he wants to. But he doesn’t. He doesn’t want to stop you. He wants you to know him. To really know him. To be able to be close to you without worrying about what could happen to you. He wants to be able to let himself do that. 

When the mask gets halfway up his face, he closes his eyes. But when he opens them again, he’s back in his room alone. It leaves his chest feeling hollow. 

He rubs his eyes and shakes his head. It’s probably early enough to get up now, and even if it wasn’t, he didn’t want to risk having the chance to indulge himself in something that could never happen anyway only to have it ripped away from him again when he woke up. 

Then he notices the small envelope on the ground, just in front of his door. He gets out of the bed, puts his mask on, and picks up the letter. 

----

You hear a knock at your door. It’s incredibly late, but you weren’t sleeping. You found that the nerves that ate away at you wouldn’t let you. You didn’t regret it though. Even if he didn’t feel the same, he could just ignore the letter. You said so when you wrote it. ‘Should you not feel the same, just throw this out and we never have to mention it again,’ was the last line, written in the neatest black ink writing that your nervous hand would allow. 

You get up and walk to the door, taking a steady breath as you turn the handle. 

Unsurprisingly, Cypher is standing there, letter in hand. 

“Are you sure?” Is all he says, voice tight in his throat. 

“Absolutely.” 

He wraps his arms around you. You’ve never felt so much emotion conveyed in a single embrace before. His hands grasp at your shoulders like he’s scared you’ll vanish. You hold him close, determined to prove that you’ll be here as long as he’ll let you.

[lobeukilla]

Hello! I Have a small request for a oneshot/headcanon.

Maybe you could write Sova x gn!reader , where they get into an argument? (I LOVE hurt/comfort scenarios). After Sova said some pretty hurtful things, reader decided to go on a mission and clear their mind. But how about mission going wrong and reader getting badly injured? How would Sova react?

I'm TERRIBLY sorry if this breaks any rules of your 'Asks'. Feel free to ignore this if you're not comfortable writing about this!

Thank you! 💖

Thank you for the request! Don't worry, this doesn't go against any rules! In fact, angst hurt/comfort is one of my fav tropes to write <3 I hope this is alright, as it ended up being a bit long! Hope you enjoy!

-Rigel

Sova x Reader - Liability - angst/hurt/comfort

Warnings: Blood and injury, violence, angst

Word Count: 1875

Sova was always calm and collected. That’s the only way you had ever really seen him. He was the quick-thinker on the battlefield, the one who always knew what to do. He was always looking out for everyone else, and as selfless as that was, you didn’t want him to forget about himself in the midst of that. You can see how the constant work and stress gets to him. The darkness under his eyes that never seems to fade, and the way he sighs lightly before agreeing to whatever it was that Brimstone had asked of him. He could never say no. He was selfless to a fault. 

“You need to start saying no to him, Sova,” you say, face concerned and arms crossed as you look at him from across the hall. He’s rubbing at his wrist, which looks bruised. He had just returned from yet another mission despite only just getting back hours earlier from one before that. He’s overworking himself. 

He scoffs. 

“I’m fine.” You’re taken aback by his abruptness.

“He’s putting too much on you. You need to take a break. There are other people who can do the job just as well.” 

“I can handle it,” he says, turning and walking away from you. 

“Sova,” you start walking after him, he doesn’t stop. “I’m not saying you can’t handle it. I’m saying that you aren’t the only one that can. He has other agents that he can go to.” 

“Like who? There is no one else that can do recon work as I can. I can do the work, so I will.” You aren’t sure where he’s going, and honestly, you’re sure that he doesn’t know either. At this point, all he’s doing is trying to get away from you so you can’t tell him he’s wrong. 

“Yoru is good at gathering intel, even Neon, hell, even Cypher could-” 

“Yoru is reckless and too self-absorbed. Neon is inexperienced. And as for Cypher, I cannot imagine why you could begin to trust him with anything,” Sova interrupts you. He’s still walking ahead of you, but you get close enough and grab his arm. He finally stops. 

“Then at least ask for help. You don’t have to keep doing these missions alone. I could come with you. Anyone of us would be more than willing to come with you and-” you attempt to speak again, but he interrupts you once more, voice cold. 

“And then what? Have another thing I have to worry about? Have to worry about making sure you don’t get yourself killed? I’m not going to let myself be held back by the incompetency of others. Having others with me would be a liability that I don’t want to deal with right now.” He hasn’t even turned to face you yet, which makes his words sting a little bit more. 

You let go of him. 

“Is that what I am to you? A liability?” You see his shoulders tense, but he stays facing away from you. “Fine.” You turn and walk away. You almost want him to say something as you leave. You want him to follow after you and apologize, but he doesn’t. He stays exactly where you left him in silence. No effort to go back on what he said and say that he didn’t mean it like that. You feel your eyes burn with the threat of tears but you bring the heel of your hand up and wipe them away. 

You head to Brimstone’s office. You had originally put off going out for this mission until a few days later, but you needed to distract yourself. Brimstone would be happy to have it done sooner than later anyway. 

It was meant to be simple. Just scouting out a potential area that had caught the attention of the mirror agents. You’ve done things like this before with no problem. It’s just your luck, however, that this time it seems that the mirror agents are just a bit ahead of schedule. 

You’re urgently calling for backup the moment you spot them, and Brimstone and Sage are promising that there are people on their way. 

You’re smart enough to know that you can’t take all of them. There might only be three that you can see, but you’re alone. 

‘Liability.’ The word echoes in your mind and you freeze. You know you shouldn’t do this. 

‘Liability.’ Backup wouldn’t be here in time anyway. 

‘Liability.’ You ready your gun. 

Brimstone is saying something to you, but you tune it out. You’ve already made up your mind. 

The mirror agents are dealt with. You hiss out a breath as you let yourself slide down the wall on the backside of the point, your hand grasping at your side. When you bring it up to look at it, it’s a deep red. 

You at least managed to take out two of them before you got hit for the first time. The bullet tearing through your left side. It didn’t take long before you dealt with the third one too, but there was a fourth that managed to get one last shot at you before you could fire first. That one wasn’t as bad as the first. It only hit the top of your left shoulder. 

You cough, and you can taste the blood in your mouth. 

“Y/n, what’s going on down there? Where are you?” Brimstone is yelling through your earpiece, but everything feels so fuzzy. You start to feel tired, and you do your best to stay conscious. You mumble something into the comms, but you’re certain it isn’t anything intelligible. You feel dizzy. 

The last thing you remember is someone holding your face and attempting to talk to you before they lift you into their arms and start running. Your vision is so blurry by that point that you aren’t even sure if it's another agent or not. 

You let sleep take you. 

The next time you open your eyes, you’re back at the Valorant HQ, laying on one of the beds in the infirmary. You don’t know what time it is or how long it’s been since you got here. You look up at the clock on the wall. 3:36 AM. You try to sit up, gasping at the pain that blossoms in your side as you do so. Thankfully, Sage walks into the room. She looks like she’s talking to someone outside, but as she notices you awake, she quickly moves into the room to your side. 

“Do not get up. My healing can only do so much. You need to rest.” She places a hand on your bandaged shoulder, and you feel a soothing coolness that spreads throughout your body, dulling the pain for a moment. 

“Thanks, Sage. I owe you one.” 

“You should be thankful that Sova was able to get to you in time. Any later and you would not be here right now.” You hate the way that guilt starts to grow at her words. 

“You are not usually so reckless, y/n. Why didn’t you wait?” She’s grabbing what you assume are painkillers and handing them to you with a glass of water. You take them gratefully. 

“I miscalculated,” you lie. You get the impression that she doesn’t believe you as she frowns at you. “I’m sorry.” 

“We have all let our emotions influence our actions at least once. I hope that this experience will deter you from doing so again,” she says quietly. “I do not know, and I will not pry. But I assume the fact that Sova has been waiting outside in the hallway for the entire night instead of in here with you is related to your ‘miscalculation’?” She glances at the empty chair beside the bed.

You stay silent, looking away from her nervously. She hums. 

“I see. Would you like me to send him in when I leave so you can talk?” 

You don’t know. You want to talk to him, but you’re still hurt from his words earlier. But the more you think about how that was almost the last time either of you got to see each other… 

You nod. “Please.” 

“Very well,” she says and turns to leave. 

You watch her walk out the door, and turn to talk to who you now know is Sova standing just outside. She looks back at you for a moment, before she's walking away. Sova moves to stand in the doorway instead, hesitating before walking inside. He stands at the foot of the bed, uncertain. 

“I’m sorry.” His voice is strained. 

“Come here,” you say, arms outstretched. Most of the pain in your left shoulder has faded with both Sage’s healing and the painkillers that have steadily been kicking in. 

He comes over and bends down to wrap you in a hug the best he can while you’re laying down. You can tell he’s doing his best to be careful with you. 

“I’m sorry,” he repeats into your hair. He sounds like it’s taking everything in him not to cry. You reach a hand up to his head and run your fingers through his hair. 

“I never should have said those things to you. It was awful of me. I tried to look for you after, but Brimstone said you had already left. I’m so sorry.” You hear him take a shaky breath. “The moment I heard you were gone, I started thinking about how if anything happened to you, the last thing I would have said to you-” His arms tighten around you for a second. This time you hear the light sob he lets out. “When I found you, there was so much blood. I was so scared.” 

“It’s okay, I’m okay,” You gently shush him. 

“No, no, It’s not okay. I do not deserve your forgiveness. I was frustrated and tired, and I took it out on you. That was not okay. But if you will allow me, I will make it up to you.” He reaches for your hand as he leans back and brings it to his face, kissing your palm. He looks like he’s been crying a lot. 

“It wasn’t your fault that I got hurt, I hope you know that. I was reckless, but that was my decision. I don’t want you to blame yourself, Sasha. I’m okay now and that’s what matters.” He looks like he’s going to protest, but stops himself with a sigh. 

“Alright,” he relents, pressing another kiss to your hand. 

“Lay down with me?” You give a soft smile. The bed is big enough for the two of you, you’ll have to be close, but it will work. He laughs lightly, and you move over to make more room for him as he moves onto the bed. He wraps his arms around you, holding you gently. He rests his hands on you like he’s scared you’ll break, but his presence is warm and comforting. You lean up to kiss him once the two of you are settled. When you part, he places a final kiss on your forehead. 

“I love you, Sasha” you whisper, playing with his hair again. 

“I love you too, y/n. Sleep well.” 

[lobeukilla]

✎﹏﹏﹏Autumn Sun

Sova x afab!Reader

tags: fluff, hurt/comfort, oneshot

cw: slightly suggestive (?)

summary: After you've felt down for the past few days and now refuse to come out of your room, Sova decides to try to help you with your struggles

a/n: I've pretty much read every single Sova story on here so I needed to make my own because I'm starving qwq

Words: 1,502

Your room was lit up by the soft evening light of the autumn sun. It wrapped everything in its soft, orange glow; everything except that heart of yours which was dyed in black. Truth was, you haven't been feeling great at all lately. You were so used to it that you didn't care anymore. Was there a particular reason why these feelings were stirring up inside of you? You couldn't tell anymore.

"Y/N?" you heard from behind the door. A voice so gentle and soft that it felt more like a melody; a melancholic melody as you acknowledged the concerned tone in his voice. You knew that you could just send him away, out of everyone in the Protocol he was by far the most respectful one and he would do as you say immediately. But you were longing for affection and comfort. So, despite immediately regretting your decision, you let him in.

Sova was the kind of person whose mere presence was enough to change the mood of the entire room. Whenever he was standing next to Brimstone during meetings his deadly calm aura would send shivers down your spine. And yet, he was by far one of the most caring people you've ever met in your life. He would commonly check up on everyone in the Protocol, and maybe that's why you didn't like him: because he was not only paying attention to you.

He walked over to your bed, and as you expected him to sit down on your bed and ask you if you wanted to talk to him he bent over the top part of your blanket and pulled it down until he could see your eyes. His smile was warm as always. "Sasha…" While checking the temperature on your forehead with his hand he made sure to keep eye contact with you. "I don't want to ask if you're okay 'cause… I mean it's pretty obvious that you're not fine." He took a step back from your bed, tilting his head a little bit while asking you silently with his eyes if you wanted him to leave or to stay. You felt tears rolling down your eyes as you visualized how the conversations might go with him and yet you still nodded, begging him to not leave you alone.

"Any space for me?" he asked and gave you another heartfelt smile. You knew that he was thanking you for trusting him and accepting his offer. After moving to the left side of the bed, you invited him to lie down next to you. He happily obliged.

You stayed quiet for some time and the awkward silence grew between you two. You didn't know what to say, you didn't know how to put this misery of yours into words, you didn't know how to start. And he could tell, especially since you didn't make any effort to hide your struggle. He placed his hand on your cheek and moved a little closer to you. "Deep breaths, Y/N." It still felt weird nowadays when people called you by your actual name and not your codename even though you and Sasha were always doing it when you were alone. "Take your time, I will wait for you."

Tears started to roll down your face. The comfort he gave you made you tear up as you were able to release the sorrow within you. "Sasha…" you cried out, wanting to thank him but not being able to properly produce a sentence between your sobs. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer to him. You placed your head carefully on his chest and calmed yourself down by listening to his heartbeat. While your tears slowly started to get less and less, Sasha placed his right hand on your head and slowly stroked over your hair.

"Is it really okay if I tell you about it?" you asked carefully without looking into his eyes out of shame. "I don't want to burden you with anything." Sova stopped his hand and moved it up to your chin. Gently, he shifted your head up so he could look into your eyes. "You're never a burden to me, darling." He leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on your cheek. The spot where he had laid his lips on your skin still felt comfortably warm and you wished that he would continue kissing you.

Tears rolled down your face once more as you told Sasha about everything that was bothering you recently. How you were always there for anybody and it felt like nobody had your back, how you felt like your friends were bonding over experiences you couldn't share, how the stress was getting to you physically and emotionally. During all of this, he stayed mostly silent and just let you talk about anything that you needed to get off your chest. He commented from time to time on your statements or he turned around to hand you a tissue from your nightstand.

"So I feel like I'm falling behind, you know? I just… don't want to be outcasted." Sova brushed the tears off your face with his fingers. "I understand," he said calmly, his hand still resting on your cheek. You suppressed the last few tears and smiled at the man next to you. "Thank you for being here, Sasha. And for… well, listening to my stuff," you mumbled with your voice still trembling. "I think I'm done now."

The man ran his fingers down your cheeks until his hands reached the back of your neck. He pulled you even closer until you could feel his breath on your lips. "I will always be there for you, Y/N. And I will always listen to you and your struggles." Before you could reply, he had pressed his lips onto yours. You could taste his favorite tea through the kiss, as well as the passion he was holding for you. Your hand wrapped around his waist, pulling him even closer than he already was. The warmth of his presence made you feel so very much at ease that the last few painful tears ran down your face. Sasha quickly brushed them off your cheeks before pulling you on top of him.

You didn't expect such a sudden move from him and since he is pretty strong he had no problems placing you exactly where he wanted to. He grinned as he watched your flustered expression. His hands moved under your clothes but before he did anything else he looked at you. Your face was still a little red. "Do you want me to continue?" You felt how your heart picked up pace after hearing his words and you nodded quickly. You didn't want him to stop, under no circumstances. "Tell me if I'm going too far," he whispered into your ear before kissing your neck. His fingers ran down your sides, every movement making you feel better and better. Sova made sure to not come too close to your private parts and it made you feel comfortable knowing that he was so respectful of your boundaries. Your arms were still placed around his waist but you didn't want to move since everything was too perfect right now. He continued kissing your neck down to your shoulder and you just enjoyed it, taking in all those feelings that stirred up inside of you.

"Finally feeling better?" he asked as he pulled far enough away from you to properly keep up eye contact. His hands had stopped moving and he was now holding you in place; gently, yet somewhat protective. You just smiled happily. "Thank you for cheering me up, Sasha!" You firmly wrapped your arms around his hand and pressed your body against his with your head resting on his shoulders. He loosened his grip so you could move more freely. "I told you that I'm always here for you, my love." Sova looked outside the window, the autumn sun was about to fully fade away behind the trees. When his gaze had wandered back to you, he smiled warmly and gave you a quick kiss. "Because I love you, Y/N." You returned his soft smile and words of affirmation.

Sova stood up from your bed and reached his hand out for you. "What do you say, love? Wanna go outside and enjoy the rest of this beautiful evening?" A red blush hushed over your cheeks, flattered by his request despite everything that had happened earlier. You cherished that he wanted to spend that much time with you. By taking his hand you lifted yourself from your bed into the man's arms. "You're so cute, love~" he whispered into your ear. You passionately kissed him as a response to which he happily obliged. "I love you, Sasha," you told him after your kiss had ended and he had let go of you. He laughed softly and wrapped his left arm around your shoulder. "I love you just as much."

[lobeukilla]

The Only Choice

Summary: As the son of the opposition, you had been raised to hate Kim Jongdae. You had never expected to actually marry him one day though.

Pairing: Kim Jongdae x reader

Genre: arranged marriage au / enemies to lovers au

A/N: thank you @trishmarieco for requesting this! I admittedly had a few ideas for how this could go, and in the end this is the idea that won. I’m hopeful you enjoy it!

Word count: 6553

Your marriage was the event of the year. Not only was it glamorous in every way, boasting a large A-list of affluent attendees and the most expensive designer labelled clothing, you had all the press lined up just trying to catch a glimpse of what they could write or snap photos of that would end up on the front page of every newspaper and magazine cover tomorrow morning. Everything had gone so well, from the I do’s to the reception speeches. Everyone who was anyone would have tales to share about this wedding for weeks on end. You were the faces of the merger between two super companies that shook the entire nation by storm.

By morning, everyone would be talking positively about how your parents had gained the upper hand by joining forces with Kim Industries. There would be no opposition worth fighting now, as they had single-handedly taken that away with your union to the youngest Kim son, Jongdae. Everything was so picture perfect that no one would be talking about how long at war your family had been with the Kim’s anymore. Instead of the headlines wondering who would take out the top spot for the most innovative design of the year, they would now proclaim how much money this marriage has accumulated for both families so far, and how stocks will continue to soar.

In theory, this was the best move for everyone. Even you had to admit it was a well-played card no one had ever considered until three months ago. But your life wasn’t theory based. You had to live it, and well, the last person you wanted to be married to was Kim Jongdae.

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[lobeukilla]

Clueless

Summary: you didn’t understand why Chanyeol was insisting he spend his Friday night with you when he was able to have the company of anyone else on campus.

Pairing: Park Chanyeol x reader

Genre: best friends to lovers / college au / slightly suggestive

A/N: I actually wrote this for another project I was doing with a friend and was too ashamed to post it as originally it went spicier than how it’s presented here. After removing the smut portion this previous weekend, I realised just how much I liked the concept still and wanted to share it. It’s a great lesson, some things don’t work and some will if you view it in a different way! And sorry to smut readers, it was truly awful and we need to just let this story end where it does now XD

Word count: 1759

You barely looked up at Chanyeol when he entered your dorm room and he slumped down on your bed with ease. You went back to the textbook in front of you. “Your head is still stuck in a book? It’s Friday night.”

“Not all of us were blessed with good academics with little effort, Chan.”

He propped himself up on his elbows and chuckled. “For someone who complains enough about their lack of a social life, you’re your own worst enemy Y/N. That assignment isn’t even due for two weeks yet.”

“Sue me for wanting an A.”

“You’re getting a D in social skills,” he reminded and you shot him a glare.

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Red Popsicles - Kyungsoo POV - Part 2 (A Kyungsoo Two Shot)

MATURE CONTENT 18+ ONLY

Genre: fluff / smut

Characters: Kyungsoo X OC

Description: Here’s Kyngsoo’s POV of the Red Popsicles story. Red Popsicles Part 1 - OC POV

A/N: nobody even wanted this. But I wanted it. So I wrote it. Here is Kyungsoo’s side of the creepy ass Red Popsicle story and let me tell you….it’s fun. And it’s SMUT! Now I feel like I can move on with my life.

I saw her the day I moved in. She was standing outside of her front door for such a long time I thought maybe she forgot her door code. I myself had been humming my own combination to myself, trying to remember it.

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Red Popsicles OC POV- part 1 (A Kyungsoo Two Shot)

Genre: fluff (but a kinda creepy fluff)

Characters: Kyungsoo X OC POV

Description: I know what I like. I like red. I like his face and his lips. My neighbor, the pretty man who lives next door.

A/N: this is so fucking weird. Don’t read it.

Red Popsicles: Part 2 - Kyungsoo POV

Don’t look at him don’t look at him don’t look at him.

Oh god, why is this elevator so damn slow?

“Hi.” The low timbre of his voice broke through the silence and my mind screamed in a panic.

He’s talking to me, fuck fuck fuck fuck he’s so pretty what do I do?

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Can you write cold/hot bodyguard baekhyun and his s/o? Reader is really fall in love with him but she is shy. 🥺🥺

a/n: i think i may have misinterpreted this, but i hope you like it! thank you for the support, your request, and your patience. ❤️

the bodyguard • bbh [req]

pairing: bodyguard!baekhyun x celeb!reader

genre: fluff, angst

synopsis: reader has a small crush on her bodyguard, and they share a moment together.

warning: unrequited feelings, mentions of anxiety and poor mental health

you made it a point to know everybody on your team: hairstylists, makeup artists, photographers, stylists, your driver, etc. you also have made it a point to try and keep your staff for as long as possible, unless they express that they’d like to go elsewhere, or they break the rules you have set in place. so far, you’ve only had to have two new people for every position in the last seven years, except for one: your bodyguard.

your bodyguard, baekhyun, has been the most consistent person in your hectic life, and he does his job well. he’s the only one who hasn’t given you any problems—you’re the problem starter in this relationship—and generally stays out of the way and out of your business when he doesn’t need to be in it.

he’s great, to say the least. he only has one major flaw, and it’s that he has to go everywhere with you, all because you made a little mistake two years ago.

you went out to get some snacks, driving yourself rather than calling up your personal driver because it was 2am. you didn’t want to be a nuisance, just wanted to go to the corner store for a few things. all was going smoothly, until you accidentally bumped into somebody on your way out, and they saw who you were and followed you back to your house. luckily, you were just renting the place for a few weeks so it wasn’t actually your residence, but it was enough to set off alarms throughout your team, thus upping the security around you and making baekhyun go with you everywhere, no matter the time or place. he’s always there.

the both of you sit in the back of the SUV that’s taking you back to your hotel from a fashion event. baekhyun stares out the back window, stoic, and you can’t help but look at him for a brief moment. he’s a man of few words, never really talking unless he’s spoken to. everybody on your team really respects him and his dedication to keeping you safe. if anything happened to you, nobody would even look at you, they’d question him immediately and he’d be fired in seconds.

sighing, you pull your feet out of the heels you’re wearing and wiggle your toes. baekhyun glances over at you, but goes back to gazing out of the window once he sees that you’re fine. you know as much about him as he’s let you; he’s 31, lives alone, and likes dogs. he's kept it pretty surface level with you, and it makes sense because his job is to protect you, not to be your friend.

but sometimes, you wish he'd let you in more, would talk to you more. like now; but he's too busy brooding in his seat to talk. you let out a little breath and look out your own window. you spot a fast food restaurant and smile. "excuse me? could you pull over there?" you ask your driver, leaning over the middle console. he nods and you sit back in your chair.

"where do you want to go?" baekhyun asks, looking over at you. he always has a hard stare in his eyes, ever since he was hired seven years ago. they're always daring somebody to mess with him, to mess with you. his eyes bore into yours and you give him a small smile and tell him. baekhyun grunts as if to say 'ok', and turns back to the window.

like mentioned, he's not a man of many words.

over the course of these seven years, you've grown fond of him, grateful for him for caring about you more than you feel like he should. he cares about you—for you—in a way you don't think anybody else has. he'd put his life on the line for yours. and maybe it could be called a crush. maybe.

the driver pulls the car into the fast food lot, and you ask him to pull over and let you out. “what are you doing?” baekhyun asks, looking at you, his eyes narrowed.

“inside?” you say, pointing with your thumb to the restaurant. he shakes his head and you sigh. “it’ll be quick. i swear.” you say.

baekhyun shakes his head and leans forward. “no, y/n. sir, take us through the drive through, please,” he says, and cuts his eyes at you, daring you to tell him otherwise. but you know you ultimately call the shots, and so pop your seatbelt off, daring him to not follow after you, because you know he has to and will.

the driver doesn’t move, just unlocks the door and lets you get out, baekhyun in tow. you gather your dramatically poofy ballgown in your hands so it doesn’t drag on the pavement. you nearly jump when baekhyun gently, but firmly, grabs onto you elbow and leads you inside, blockading you with his body from everybody in the restaurant.

the attention isn’t immediate because of him protecting you, but once you’ve been spotted, it becomes a mini swarm. baekhyun barks orders at people to back away from you and to give you space, and while he does that, you manage to order food for the both of you. you’re not really sure what he likes, so you get the same thing for the both of you, sans drinks.

after you order, the swarm seems to grow, but bakehyun still forces people away. you didn’t think it would be that big of a deal, but like always, you underestimate just how famous you are. sometimes you just truly want to be a normal 26 year old, doing normal 26 year old things, but the lifestyle you live doesn’t warrant that.

when your order is called, the person behind the counter thanks you for coming in and asks for a photo, which you graciously say yes to and pose. one selfie leads to several people shouting your name for one, one person even running around bakehyun and the crowd to get to you.

they grab your arm and shove a camera in your face, a big smile on their lips. you smile and try to pull your arm away, but they only hold on tighter. panic signals go off and you grimace, your eyes looking around for baekhyun who wards off people, his back to you.

all you wanted was food, and to maybe say hello to some fans, but now a surge of anxiety is coursing through your body and your chest feels tight and the lights are too bright and everyone’s voices are too loud. you want to scream, but you know you can’t, and their grip on your arm is too tight and there are too many phones out. you feel like a zoo animal, and all you wanted was fast food.

you hardly register baekhyun appearing before you, his hand on the shoulder of the person who was previously holding onto you, their grip taken away by baekhyun who shoves them away from you. baekhyun grabs onto your waist and pull you out and away from the restaurant, and all but throws you into the car. you don’t even have your food that you ordered, but you don’t even care. you can hear your heartbeat in your ears, and your skin feels like it’s too much for your body.

baekhyun stews in the corner, practically turned all the way around so his back is facing you. he stares out the window, a fist clenched on his leg. he’s pissed; at you and your stubbornness, the swarm, the situation. you weren’t prepared to go in there with just him, you needed st least one more form of security with you.

you make it back to the hotel quicker than you expected, and get out. you thank your driver and then baekhyun leads you into the hotel, a hand on your back.

he leads you to the elevator, where he finally lets go of you and puts a few feet of distance between you guys. you sniffle as you wait for the elevator to arrive, wiping under your eyes. it still feels like there is a weight on your chest.

you step into the elevator when the doors slide open, and lean against the wall. baekhyun presses the floor you’re both staying on, and stands in front of the door with his hands clasped in front of him.

when the doors open on your floor, baekhyun steps out and waits for you to do the same. his hand is back to its place on you, guiding you through the hall to your room. you pull your key out of your clutch and let yourself in. “could you unzip my dress for me, please?” you ask, stepping out of your heels and tossing your clutch on the bed.

baekhyun curtly nods and steps into your room, letting the door close behind him. you turn around and wait for him to grab ahold of the zipper. you hardly feel him behind you, only when the material of the dress doesn’t feel so tight and your back gets cold. you hold the front of your dress so it doesn’t fall, and you thank him before going into the bathroom to change.

you step out of your dress and pull on a bathrobe securing it tightly. you grab a makeup wipe and wash off your face, discarding it in the trash when you’re done.

you leave your dress in a heap on the floor and exit the bathroom, not expecting baekhyun to still be in your room. big he is, awkwardly lingering by the door with his hands in his pockets.

he looks over at you when the bathroom door closes. “are you… are you alright?” he asks, clearing he throat. you shake your head and he rolls his shoulders back. “are you going to be alright? do i need to call jangmi?” he asks. jangmi is your manager, and she definitely cannot know about you minor anxiety attack earlier.

you shake your head again, staring over at baekhyun. he looks down at his shoes and looks back up, like there’s something he wants to say. “i’m gonna head out,” he says at last. he pulls open the door and you stay standing in the middle of the room.

“thanks for… earlier,” you say and he stops to run to face you.

“it’s my job,” he says simply, and you nod. that’s all you are to him; a job, a task. a problem. but to you, he’s a protector, someone you care deeply for because he has to care about you. for you, it happened naturally. for him, you wrote his checks. “goodnight, y/n.” baekhyun says.

“wait,” you cross the threshold to him, holding the door open. he stops and looks down at you, his signature look on his face: stoic, unreadable. “can you stay with me? just for a little bit?” you ask, hating the vulnerability in your voice.

bakehyun surveys you, taking in your mental state and the tone of your voice. this definitely goes beyond the description of his job, providing comfort, rather than safety. but he can’t help the soft spot that he has for you, the one he’s had for you for a long time now.

he nods, once, twice, and then takes a step towards you, making you move out of the way so he can enter.

you let out a breath of relief, and follow him to the small hotel table. he takes one of the chairs, moving it a few feet away while you take the other, bringing your feet up onto the chair.

baekhyun watches you from the other side of the table—not in a creepy way, or like he’s assessing you, but like he’s waiting for you to make the first move, or say something. but you dont. you want company, not necessarily conversation. so you only look back at him.

you revel in how you still feel completely safe with him, when maybe you should be on edge about being in such an intimate space alone together. even his piercing gaze is comforting.

baekhyun stays with you throughout the rest of the night, the two of you moving in mostly silence, even when you order room service. and it’s only when you lay down, and he can confirm that you’re asleep, does he slip out of your room. but not before he leaves a note that says: sleep well. hope you feel better —B.

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I Hate You For Hating Me | Kyungsoo

◇ Link to Masterlist

◇ Genre: Fluff

◇ Summary: Wherein you unfortunately have to accompany Kyungsoo to his filming set as part of your job, and where Kyungsoo doesn’t like you very much (or so you think).

◇ Word Count: 1.7k

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A Broken Heart and a Boy on a Couch | Chanyeol

◇ Link to Masterlist

◇ Genre: Angst

◇ 01 | 02

◇ Summary: A guilt-ridden Chanyeol attempts to fix things with you.

◇ Word Count: 1.2k

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A Broken Heart and a Boy in a Car

◇ Link to Masterlist

◇ Chanyeol & Kyungsoo scenario: 01 | 02

◇ Genre: Angst/Fluff

◇ Summary: Where Chanyeol cheats on you and you find comfort in someone else..

◇ Word Count: 1.4k

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