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[ghoulwritesvalorantbois]

Hihi!! I was wonder if I could get a omen x fem reader one shot where the reader is in a almost fatal accident during a mission? No pressure tho, and have a good day :D

I won't mention why this took so long, but it did and I'm sorry for that. Second, I listened Slipknot while writing this one. Ohom- anyways. Warnings: Blood, talking about guns and shooting, classic valorant shit, omen being omen, reader gets injured and it's giving me weird lovely vibes. Chamber is only mentioned here so no worries about him. Word Count: 609 (get it? haha- ok sorry.) ----- Sweat poured down from your head, eyes looking everywhere for that damn soldiers. You knew they took their guns out, and there was no chance that you would be getting out of the situation alive. So you reasoned, pointing your gun at your side and straining your body to hear your envoirment. Your head was buzzing so badly, and your hands were shaking from adrenalin. Why did you accept this mission? You had the option of saying "no," or declining the mission, but Omen was going to accompany you, so you felt safe doing it. Your earbud was long gone while you were killing some soldiers inside the empty factory. The walls were cracked, and the darkness of the empty open space made your eyes open more. You couldn’t communicate with Omen, and you didn't know where he was. You wish you had your earbuds right now so you could hear anything comforting from him; even a damn order would suffice. "Hands on the air!" You quickly turned around to see a soldier, a short man with his boots on the ground and his gun pointed at you.You had a bad feeling that you couldn't explain. "Y/N carefull!" "Omen?! ngh!-" There were gunshots and a heavy ringing that you couldn't explain. First, you felt too heavy, almost like something hit you with full force, then you couldn’t feel your legs and puked blood that you couldn’t see very well. Then there were more shots, clawing at the floor; you tried to look up; darkness crept to your back; and a mist of protection embraced you. It felt cold, perhaps too cold, then the burning sensation gradually increased, as if you had eaten lava all day. Turning your back, your hand went to your stomach, warm red liquid covering your finger tips and glistening towards you, and then it hit you. That damn soldier shot you, and now you are bleeding out. You tried to gulp the blood back that tried to go out between your lips; at least, you tried to. Whimpers came out of you like a sing-song tune, then you started to tear up. You thought you'd be safe. How many times have you killed only to laugh about what you did? "We are safe now, and you are safe now." The sound of the phantom man drowned out your sobs. Your eyes fixed on him as he crouchingly approached you until only the shadow that surrounded you was his figure. He looked at you; you knew he did. Even if you couldn’t see his face, you knew he was looking at you. Then you felt his cold hand on top of your bloody hand, which clutched the wound, which was possibly bleeding too much. You were so unsure, so gone, and he seemed to know that. "Chamber will be here soon with the helicopter; can you hold on a bit?" You grunted, while Omen lowered his face more toward you. He looked calm, but something was off about the way his hand got tighter around yours. "Keep your eyes open for me." His arms encircled you, almost in a hugging way. You were so out of it that you didn't realise he had lifted you up. walking away from the mission to only save you. No, he cannot save himself in this situation, but he can save you. "I don’t want you to die yet; you don’t need to live within me." You whimpered again, resting your head on his shoulder and clutching your wound even more tightly. "I don’t want to live within you; I want to live next to you." "Then let me save you."

[itsmarsss]

i really need y’all to not think too hard abt the timeline when it comes to scandalous lol

[endfght]

chased to safety in the form of a quaint two-story in the middle of suburbia, crumbling from perfection after it's years in abandon. within that disrepair the pair made their temporary home, sat in silence with only the sound of hungry, gnawing growls as the soundtrack to their scene. long after the stumbling chaos from below had quieted to nothingness, and the duo had explored what was left of the horde, only one solution sits in his head. ❝ i've jumped from higher places⸻ ❞ though little confidence reverberates through his words, brows knit together as he peers down from their second-story perch. the stairs destroyed, or blocked, or both ― either way, they weren't an option. plus, the fall from the top of them would be just as high as this was, at least the front yard offered a space free of splintered wood littered with rusty nails. gaze shifts one final time from the ground to @outguilt before he sucks in a deep breath. the grass below provides some twisted sort of comfort, at least their fall would be padded. ❝ y'know in movies, people'd make those makeshift ropes outta bedsheets . . . you think we could do that instead ? ❞ zach offers noah a half-smile and nervous chuckle before clearing his throat and taking a step back from the window.

[hxlda-hxlda]

heya hello!! welcome to here :) 

my name is harper and i’m all round queer (they/she). despite being on this site for over three years, i still have no idea what i’m doing here. i’ll get there. or i won’t. 

this is mainly my dimension 20/dropout/naddpod outlet. but this is all reflective of a single train of consciousness and i promise a total of zero (0) consistency. 

ok that’s all from me. drink some water today. ok bye <3 

[knifebaby3000]

study / 菊花 chrysanthemum

[stunie]

I’m an Umemiya girlie (and Togame) through and through but I’ve recently started to see Sakura’s appeal. Do you have any recs handy for good Sakura fics?

-🍒

HIIIII CHERRY WELCOME BACK !! hope ur doing awesome!!! (: 🤍 sakura appeal is so real. here is a list that i split into sfw / nsfw for you <33 uhh but they’re not all fics !! i put the long ones at the top tho xx

also so sorry . i read so many that i can’t remember them all :’) i didn’t include very many but these r some of the recent ones ive read !! make sure to read their rules before interacting as always!! (also amazing taste. ume girlies <333 yes .)

NSFW STUFF:

exposure therapy (ft. suo). this fic ! the one where i maxxed my tags ? yes this one. the characterization is unreal. it’s a must read. a MUST READ.

you fuck in ume’s bed (🥲) i’m not gonna link eve’s entire masterlist here but head straight to her account if u need sakura!! there’s like three other fics i can see rn >///<

phone sex . god . i’m not gonna say anything else. just read the first paragraph and you’ll understand.

raw for the first time !!!!!!!! this made me fall to my knees btw. i actually squatted down against the floor bc i wasn’t gonna read this standing .

SFW STUFF:

miscommunication : i haven’t read the full fic version yet wtf ??? i read the short version. i will be reblogging this one soon. it was so. so. cute.

CUTENESS AGGRESSSSSIONN : u BITE sakura and it’s cute.

decorating his room! : this made me soft … he needs this love fr

he gets jealous : HE GOT JEALOUS OF SUO .

realizes he has a crush on u : all of bibi’s works for sakura r just ..

patching him up after a fight : CUTE. CUTIE . YEAH !

he visits the bakery u work at : he’s trying his best here !!!

calling him by his first name : sakura ko’d by this btw

you feed him veggies : now how did u manage to do that ??

there’s only one bed .. : oh dear .

[lemonstarztears]

stupid thought I must share to the world

I feel like Anxiety has a Joy body pillow for some reason

(Like girly is a legit a fangirl of Joy)

[dearkyeom]

dokyeom for elle korea ♡~♡

[gennygosling]

𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭. sierra six.

warnings: age gap, always between consenting adults 18+. somnophilia induced noncon. creep six <333 need him so bad

𝐰𝐜: 𝟏𝐤

stealth. six was the ultimate professional in that. it’s his livelihood, his freedom. it’s what he was hired to do.

that’s what he tells himself as he silently sifts through your belongings. meters away from your sleeping body. he was hired to be stealthy, to protect and manage. eliminating any dangers possibly lurking in your things is a completely sound course of action.

although the possibility of finding a weapon, a camera, anything planted without him noticing, was unlikely.

he doesn’t know what he’s looking for, really. some kind of insight to quench his ache. a reason to be put off by you, proof that you’re too young for him.

there’s little out in the open; few pictures, few tchotchkes, sketches, records, whatever. nothing that satiates him. he moves to the drawers, slowly opening each and sorting through them without a trace, ignoring the creeping feeling of knowing what he would soon find.

the top left drawer faces him, last to search, surely enclosing what he’s dreading with hope. and he can’t resist. he slides it open with an immaculately careful restlessness, and his face pales, and then heats, at what he’s met with.

lace, sheer, leather, mesh, satin. teddies, two-pieces, bikinis, thongs. six releases a quiet, controlled exhale as he feels himself hardening and growing. there’s much more than he could’ve imagined.

he takes a minute to reflect and ponder, one foot still stuck on the line that the other has passed. unfortunately, he feels that his quest for relief has only made him sicker. he can’t walk away now. he can’t sleep this off. he can’t face you tomorrow without obscenely vulgar visions of your body plaguing his mind. and he can’t walk around all day with his dick strained against his slacks.

but he’s got options. well… one option. one repugnant, deviant, thrilling, option. he leaves the line in his rear view and lets his hand fall into the sea of erotica.

six shuffles through the lingerie of all colors and fabrics, searching for the perfect implement to take his load. his free hand dips to cup himself, and he nearly groans when he finds his bulge stiff as a board. it’s all risky, but it’s addictively tantalizing- he won’t back down now.

he finds his favorite, still partially buried under the rest, but when he tugs it, out flies something even better.

“fuck,” he whispers forcefully, carrying the revelation to the chair in the corner of your room, his eyes never leaving it, hand on his cock squeezing to relieve the ache.

a wallet-sized portrait.

you.

nude.

he’s not sure how long he stares, engrossed in the imagery; your skin, your breasts, your cunt, clandestinely revealed to him. the sky has turned twilight, and he hasn’t noticed. all he’s noticed is the crippling grasp you have on him, and his now leaking cock.

there’s also an unrecognized twinge, jealousy, tugging at him. he wonders, who took it? but mostly, he’s enthralled.

he sets the image on the arm of the chair, eyes remaining locked on it as he works his dick free. he can hear his blood pumping in the silent room, feels it concentrating and throbbing at the head of his cock as he starts to pump.

it’s a fight to keep himself quiet, as he’s still moderately aware he needs to be, but the reason has escaped him. all he knows is he’s finally getting some form of gratification, finally witnessing the body he’d spent months yearning for. his mind flickers with images of you under him, begging, moaning, squirming for him, gripping and caressing you, making you take every inch and ounce and forcing the both of you over the edge.

six grunts at the thought, the wave of yes, finally, washing over him as he eagerly strokes himself, now completely lost his sense of noiselessness-

until he hears you rustle.

he’s stuck with his dick in his hands, literally, nearly caught, and he’s afraid to move and fully wake you. it all comes crashing down in that moment, exactly how destructive things could get if you wake up and it all goes wrong. that’s the thing about being sierra- it’s always a life or death situation. and he crossed the line.

he watches you, like a deer in headlights, anxious, unsure of what his next move should be. but he can’t even think.

he sees how your body arches, contracts and relaxes, how your lips part as you sigh, and the sound of it. all real, close enough to touch and feel.

just as quickly as it’s dawned on him, it escapes him again; suddenly he can’t fathom why the fuck he’s stuck with his dick in his hands.

he makes his way to you, shedding his clothes as he approaches. you’re still fast asleep, and rather than wake you and halt his dream just before the best part, he carefully pulls the comforter down.

your body is highlighted by the sapphire hue that fills the room, bare nudity taking six by surprise, and he shudders.

he traces his hand over your frame, so gently that you barely stir. he can barely breathe as he nears your sensitive folds. a single, calloused finger slides between and inside, and he bites back a moan to hear yours instead.

you’re dreaming, feeling six fondling you, stroking your walls, reaching a pleasurable, unfamiliar depth inside you.

you don’t recognize the reality; six had always been calm and collected, seemingly uninterested. and the dream is one you’ve had before, waiting for your return at the end of every night, after six has escorted you to bed. but this is more than a dream, and it doesn’t click until you gasp yourself awake.

six is above you, bare and erect, and you nearly faint at the sight alone. you’ve seen him shirtless, by the pool, dressing a wound, but never this close, never hovering above you. your hand reaches for his statuesque torso, down his massive chest and over his abs, and your body flutters.

“good morning, sunshine.”

your eyes lock as he lifts your leg around his waist. he’s got that quintessential blank stare, but this time you’re seeing right into it. he’s wanted you, this whole time, and stupidly, never managed to act on it.

his cock knocks at your entrance, spreads your slickness and prepares you for him. he’s thick, and he’ll be a challenge, but one you’ve waited much too long to back down from.

[hebidem]

i have no idea what possessed me to draw this

[capricores]

pisces/virgo placements... it's about time you took care of yourself, too, ok?

you burn yourselves out allowing yourself to be pulled by so many people in all different directions. you exhaust all your resources and empty your cup - no, your entire well - to help those around you, even people you don't know. it's such a beautiful thing, and i know you genuinely love helping others, supporting people, seeing them thrive. it's such a beautiful trait! but you constantly end up neglecting yourself, right? you don't realize that you have permission to set aside time to care for you, to cater to your needs for once. you often feel like no one puts a drop in your cup, the favor is never returned - it's exhausting; you might think if you just keep giving your all it will come back; i understand. you will find the people that give the same energy back to you one day, but regardless of whether you've found those people yet, you need to learn to step aside and fill your own cup!

setting boundaries and saying no is the most important thing you will learn to do in this lifetime. it will not be easy for you, sometimes it will feel painful. but you cannot help the world if you're constantly drained and tired! you deserve to take care of yourself in the same way you do for others. be gentle to your kind soul, nourish yourself; do the things you love to do. learn to worry about others less, as hard as it is, and focus on yourself more.

[luc3ks]

thinking about my little meow meow

sol emeralds and sol energy fucking her up 😱

[ilycove]

There's something about you that draws Nightowl in. You've only known each other for a few months, maybe half a year maximum, but he almost feels like he's known you before.

No, he knows it. Maybe in another life, with him being a prince and you being a knight, but he can tell. With every slip of the tongue- accidentally saying that he's known you forever, if forever can apply to six months.

He's staring at your icon on his screen, huffing out in annoyance when he can't bring himself to call you. You asked him to, and yet he feels nervous. Scared even.

A part of him thinks it's first date jitters. A louder part of him says that's not true because you've called one-on-one before, but you're also his best friend. Best friends don't go on dates. Right?

His stomach almost begins to hurt at that realization.

He brushes it off as him being up for so long and eating so little, of course his stomach will be a little upset. That's all it is. He bares a grin as his monitor rings. Once, twice, then he's greeted by your face. "Hellooooo cutie."

"Hi Owl," you hummed and Nightowl found himself almost melting at the sound of your voice, sleepy from the difference in timezones. "Okay, I wanted to call you because I have something so important to tell you. So serious. You're going to shit yourself."

You lean closer to your camera, and as if you were actually in front of him, he leans closer to you as well. His eyes crinkle slightly and you don't get why he's so happy just looking at your sleep tousled figure.

(It's as domestic as the two of you can get, for now.)

"So, I bought you something. Lego flowers. Roses."

"Why roses?" He laughs the slightest bit, trying and failing to keep the fondness out of his eyes. "Because they're so romantic and you're so in love with me?"

"Because they're your favorite." You roll your eyes the slightest bit, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Oh," Nightowl whispers, his eyes having the slightest sparkle to them, sparking up your mundane and dark night. "You remembered."

"Of course I did. You're my," A beat, shuffling from the other side of the monitor, then; "Best friend."

Right.

Nightowl can't lie, the thought of just being a best friend to you is almost disappointing, but at least the feelings mutual. You're his best friend and he's yours. In more ways than one.

A part of him thinks he's always been yours.

He beams at you and you let out a soft laugh. resting your cheek in the palm of your hand. "You're acting like a dog, tail wagging and shit, all because of some Legos?"

"Trust me, if I were your dog you would be covered in slobber by now." You laugh at him and you don't- you refuse to- pay attention to how he changes your words ever so slightly, a part of you likes it.

You're his. In more ways than one.

You sigh at the thought, knowing that thinking of your best friend like that is so weird. Friends don't act like this, they aren't so possessive and constantly yearning, ruining sleep schedules just to hear his voice at the break of dawn.

Right?

[pirateddee]

die now sebasstian solass

[knifebaby3000]

honey on a spoon

[silly-writes]

Hey there!! Idk your taking request rn but can you write a Noah x reader for TDI where she’s on an opposing team and she’s really quiet but they kinda get to know each other and start liking eachother. Thanks!!

Noah with a quiet reader!

Yes I'm taking requests right now! Sorry if I've not gotten to yours yet! I promise I'm working through them! But tysm for this little rquest Anon!

We all know Noah can be a bit abrasive, and he definitely knows that, so shy and quite people are not usually his cup of tea.

Not that hes adamantly against you or nasty or anything, I just imagine he'd struggle a little bit doing all the heavy lifting in conversations. Usually he sticks to people who he can easily riff off of.

Plus we know our boy sticks to what he knows, so getting to know someone on the other team is a little tricky.

However I think you guys both gravitate towards each other during the challanges, and while Noah makes some snide remark about Chris or Heather and you laugh softly, he'd definitely take some sort of liking to you.

You like Noah because he's pretty outspoken about stuff, if something bothers him, he's not shy about it, so you attempting to be closer to him is no accident.

If there is ever a chance to be with the other team you take it to go and sit by Noah even if at first you don't really talk all that much.

Eventually he sort of pulls more out of you, and spends most of your time together trying to get you to laugh

He loves making you laugh, just so much.

He doesn't have much a problem after a certain point doing most of the talking in conversations with you, and you certainly enjoy just listening to his voice.

Noah is your biggest advocate, and wether it be due to shyness or just plain not wanting to talk Noah after awhile will be your voice for you.

Noah likes your sort of soft spoken quiet attitude, and it definitely mellows him out somewhat.

He also likes talking a lot, and enjoys someone who geniunely doesn't mind just sitting back and listening.

You both like each other, a lot and it’s not much of a secret.

But you just can't tell him about how you feel, there is too much pressure.

Ordinarily, Noah wouldn't be the one to lay it all on the line and confess.

But because of the type of person you are he decide's its better for the both of you if he's the one to confess.

After that it's mostly clumsily hiding that you're both dating someone on the opposite teams

I imagine it has largely to do with the both of your downfalls, unfortunatly.

But you can't stay mad about it for long, because after you both get voted from your respective teams you have plenty of time in Playa De Losers together.