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seneitut · 9 months

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

“Obssesion”

[Gekko x F!Reader]

Words: 3.1K

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

[HAVE YOU SEEN THE TRAILER FOR THE NEW VALORANT CHAMPIONSHIP VIDEO??? IT HAS GEKKO, AND HE LOOKS SO HANDSOME MY GOD SOMEONE HOLD ME BACK BARBKAFBKAFBARK]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You are unable to deny him anything.

“Of course, love.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I love you too.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Mateo!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mateo is enjoying himself a lot.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So eager for another round?”

“I'm eager for you.”

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

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

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

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

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

#I cant see gekko as dom nor write him as such uNLESS is some sort of Yandere gekko but even then he will be more of the service top #idk i feel like he loves way too hard to let it be just infatuation #gekko x reader #seneitut writes #valorant fanfiction #gekko smut #hope you like it!!!!!!

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plushienanami · 11 months

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

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

Yandere Sova & Cypher w/Oblivious Darling

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ!

Sova:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cypher:

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

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

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

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

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

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

╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯

#yandere #yandere valorant #yandere x reader #valorant x reader #sova #cypher #sova x reader #cypher x reader #yandere sova #yandere cypher #headcanons

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fluffhuntress · 1 year

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Request: Can I please request some yandere beta earth! Chamber x reader? (y/n) was the only last person on her team, then she meets the other world Chamber, and he was being uncomfortable with her. It was later then revealed that Chamber got some feelings towards (y/n) since the beginning. (y/n) has no counterpart in beta earth.

@oyasumimosura is the owner of this idea!

Your place is with me - Yandere! ΩChamber x Reader

Genre: yandere, slight hurt/comfort and fluff in the end

Warnings: none!

Note: Thank you for this one, I missed this lil French Boy! I'm still learning to write yandere, but I've tried my best showing some behaviors that would suit Chamber. You know, some signals, since it's their first encounter. I hope you'll enjoy it... :3

There was no time. You had to act fast now, to save atleast yourself. No one was answering you anymore, you heard nothing, but dead silence. Everyone was gone, and it was only you on the battlefield. How could this happen? Why did this happen? Never before have you had a thought about you being the only one left alive from your team. It was beacause you believed, that could never happen, and it hurt you when you imagined this scenario.

You ran for your life, as fast as you could. There was no way, you alone could save thie situation - the spike was going to blow up any second now, so running was the only thing left for you. You were so swift, avoiding all the ruined structures and collapsed objects with no problem. Little did you know, you were followed, and you've realised that the moment you hid behind the wall, to take a breath. You wiped your forehead from the sweat, took a deep breath, ready to run further.

"And who do we have here?" You heard, suddenly, which made your hearbeat fasten. Your body froze in one place. It wasn't that hard to guess whose voice was that. French accent is... well, unique. Chamber. Was he alive? Did he really make it? Those thoughts disappeared quickly, when you've realised, that the person you've heard, was problaly from the other earth. Your team was gone - you already knew that. You just didn't want to believe it.

You sighed, redied your gun, and left the cover, pointing your gun to the man's head. "Back off" you uttered, focusing your eyes on the target.

"That's an interesting way to say hello, don't you think?" Chamber chuckled, grabbing his Headhunter. "I don't think that'll be the best idea for you" He said, as you felt someone grabbing your arms from behind, making you drop the gun.

"Hey-Hey! Don't resist, we won't hurt you" You didn't care about the word's you've just heard, fighting the strong grip around both of your arms.

"What's the point? Don't you already have me in your stupid collapsing world?" you snorted, giving up, after you've realised that you don't have the strength to unleash yourself.

"No." You heard as an answer from Chamber. His voice was straight and cold, but you didn't care about that now. What mostly cought your ear, was the fact, that the answer was "no". You softened your body, giving up. "You're coming with us... what is your name?" The gunsmith asked you, staring at you with his amber eyes.

"Y/n." you answered, stiffly, hearing the spike blow up, you released a loud sigh. "Take me or not, it's over anyways."

You were taken by the opposing squad to their base, which, well, looked exactly the same as your base on Alpha Earth. You felt a little bit uncomfortable there - it could look like your home, but it wasn't. There were so many familiar faces, yet you didn't even know one of them. Those weren't the same people you knew before, and it was hard to remember about that.

"So you don't have a counterpart, huh?" A creepy and ratteled voice hit your ears as you were walking around the corridor, waiting for someone to take you to your temporary place. And again, you perfectly knew whose voice was that.

"Yes... Omen." You gave in an answer, but there was big disappointment in your voice. You didn't want to believe in what actually happened, you hoped that it was one awful nightmare. But the moment you pinched your skin, you remembered that this was in fact real. "I have no Idea why. And I have no idea why am I even here."

"You'll be important for us" Omen said, standing in front of you. A little cold shrudder hit your back.

"Nah, there's no way I'm even stepping with one foot on the battlefield with you. Not against my people" You snorted, with a bit of anger in your voice.

"Let her be Omen." Suddenly you heard another familiar voice, for the second time today though. Chamber stood between you and Omen, giving you his typical judgmental look. "Not scaring our lamb aren't we?"

"Chamber, I don't need any-" he interrupted you, not letting you finish.

"Shu-up" he murmured, his voice as cold as before. You swallowed his words. It didn't even surprise you, that Omega Chamber would behave almost the same like the Alpha. His, or actually their person was unique and hard to understand.

"Alright, alright" Omen said, a little bit unsatisified, turned back and just went somewhere god knows where. Afterwards you thanked Chamber, with a smile on your face, which you didn't think you would experience today. Well - you thought that a smile could atleast soften the situation, that's why you smiled. Chamber looked at you, his face neutral.

"Sure..." He answered after a few seconds, like he didn't know what to say. His eyes scanned you whole, you felt like every piece of you is being judged with total precision. The Chamber you knew was a BIT judgy, but not THIS much. Well. Atleast you knew you couldn't expect much from the mirror versions of your firiends. They were your enemies after all.

"So do I pass?" you asked. Chamber rised his left eyebrow, and gave you a questionable look.

"Looked like you're judging me" you added crossing your arms.

"Uhh... You're fine. Come with me" He glanced at you and started walking through the corridor. You did as he said, and kept going right behind him.

"So, how long until you all stop being weird with me?" You asked, curious of his answer. Chamber sighed and answered you quickly.

"They don't know you. Nothing weird there" The man answered.

"And how long do I stay here?" This question seemed to be a shadow, because Chamber didn't care to answer. You were wondering what is the reason behind that. Sure, you were a stranger, but after you were taken, you deserved atleast an answer. "Hey, I asked you a question" you reminded.

Chamber turned around, troubled. "Look, you're not coming back!" He erupted, but there was also some disappointment in his voice. Both of you stopped. You could see, the man was uncomfortable having to talk with you about that. And the way he reacted, was atleast suprising for you. Was he afraid to tell you that you're staying there forever? Why?

The moment you heard his words, something inside of you broke though. These were hard to swallow - again. You weren't coming back - even if you tried to run away, you wouldn't make it alone to another world. And it wasn't a thing you wanted to think about now. Right now, you felt like a mess. You were going to stay here. And in the end, you kinda understood, the silence Chamber treated you with.

"Let's go" you sighed, and went forwards, passing the man. "This way, right?" You pointed with your finger. Chamber nodded, and guided you to your temporary room.

"We'll see you tomorrow morning on the practice, you probably know where the range is."

"Nah I've never been there" you joked, neutrally.

Chamber chuckled quiletly under his nose, turned around and started going to, you assumed, his room. "Oh, and lock the door. In case someone comes to ask you questions" He looked over his shoulder at you when he said that, and you nodded.

This night was one of the longest. You couldn't close your eye even for one second, without thinking about what happened today. What you also kept thinking about, was Vincent, whose attitute to you was confusing to say the least.

Days have been passing since you've been taken. Every night, you kept telling yourself, that it was just a dream... just a dream. Uneffectively. You also felt so troubled about Chamber, who turned out to be your assigned buddy to help you find yourself around. In the end, he was him who cought you - nothing weird that it was him who got chosen. He was helping you, and giving you a hand with watever you needed help with, but on the other hand, he seemed to feel so uncomfortable around you. Always looking at you in silence, speaking when he really had to. Like he didn't even want to be there.

Today, you woke up, tired and dehydrated. Your mouth felt so dry, like you've been drinking nothing at all. With a loud tired groan, you woke up and went to the bathroom to get some water. You drank the first glass in a second, filling up another one.

After your morning bath, you took on your training clothes and went straight to Chamber's place. The door were open - as always, he has been working with his weapons, adjusting them or experimenting. You soflty knocked, and when you didn't hear an answer, you just entered the room.

"Up for some training?" you asked, focusing your eyes on his hands which were polishing a rifle.

"Nah, I'm busy" Chamber answered, not even looking at you.

You released an dissapointed sigh. You hoped, that he among them all would be the person who would atleast show some care and will. "Guess I'm on my own there."

Only when you left the room, Chamber's eyes switched to you disappearing behind the door. He put his weapon away, sat lazily and sighed under his nose. "Just wait a little bit longer..." he murmured under his nose.

Before your practise, you went to the kitchen to grab some water.

"Training again?" You heard from Breach

"As if I had a choince not to" You murmured, unsatisfied. Yup. All you could do for the past days was to train, since there was nothing else to do for you.

Breach chuckled and supported himself on a table. "You're coming with us today, Y/n" You heart stopped just for one second. You perfectly knew what was the meaning of his words. Yet you tried to pretend not to.

"Where?" You answered with a gulp in your throat.

"We need more radianite. And you'll be in use today". God, how you didn't want to hear that.

"I'm not going anywhere" You snorted, turning your back to Breach and leaving the kitchen. You heard him then shout to you

"Orders!"

Remember, when you thought, you wouldn't make it alone to the Alpha Eearth? Well, you were good with lies. Never in your life would you go on a fight against your friends, and while being there? There was no way you could avoid that. You looked over your shoulder to see Breach leaving the kitchen, and when you saw he was out of your sight, you went to your room as fast as possible.

Immidiately you ran over your room to take whatever could be at use, including your weapon. It was early morning, so there still was a big chance that you wouldn't be noticed untill you leave the building.

"Alright, I got this" You told yourself, attaching your weapon on your back as you left the room. The corridor was clear. You swiftly and quietly ran through it and hid in the first corner you could find to scan the area again. You could feel the stress filling you all, so you made a few deep breaths. Afterwards you left the corner, carefully watching and listening to the sounds. From the distance, you could already see the door leading to the outside. You made one last fast run, ran through the door and immidiately started to look for a place go further.

The surroundings of the building were different than the ones you were familiar with. On your left, you could see the landing area surrounded by a high fence - that wasn't a way out, so you've decided to take the right. God, how relieved you were, that you made it out without anyone noticing. Unofrtunately, you hit a blind path, and had to turn around. The moment you turned around though, you stopped. It was him, again. The relief turned into huge stress in seconds.

"It's like we've been there before" It was Chamber. He was there right in front of you - again . As if he was your shadow

"Let me go!" Momentarily you rushed to him, avoiding him as he tried to catch you. He ran after you, but the chances of him catching you were low, since you were the swift one.

Suddenly, though, you hit Chambers chest, as he teleported right in front of you, blocking the way. You looked at him, tears in your eyes. "I want to leave!!!" You shouted, angry and devastated. "I've never asked to be there. This place isn't right. I'm not right. God, even you keep avoiding me and giving me weird looks! I don't belong there, so PLEASE, let me go!" You screamed at him, and the only thing Chamber did, was wrapping you around his arms, and letting you cry.

"I'm sorry for being an ass to you..." he tightened the grip, as if he would never let you leave his arms ever again. He knew, he couldn't hide the truth any longer from you. "Look at me, Y/n" He moved your chin up with his finger. "The truth is, we think that this place is where you actually belong. That's why you're here." You looked at him, not sure what to say. You were shocked. Were you in the wrong place for your whole life? Was there something they weren't telling you on Alpha? Moreover, why was he suddenly so kind to you?

"Why did you run? What happened?" He asked you.

"Well" you sniffed "I was told I'm to go on a mission today."

Chamber's eyes narrowed. "Who? Who told you that?"

You hasitated to answer, but you've decided that nothing will come from silence now. "Breach..." You murmured.

The man sighed, putting his hand on your arm. "Aight'. Gonna beat his ass on the next practise then" You chuckled. "I'll make sure you'll be safe there, alright?" He convinced you. "And as for now, you're not going anywhere. I'll make sure."

Despite the fact, that you were shocked about the information you just recieved, you felt somehow relieved. Finally, you could feel that in fact you're not alone here. You looked at the gunsmith.

"Why are you this kind to me, after how you've been avoiding me?" You asked. Chamber looked at your face, watching every single detail on it. For a while, he didn't answer, but this time you let the silence be.

"The moment I've found you." He started "Something struck me, you know. I didn't want to release the emotions, when you've just had been through the worst in your life, probably."

You weren't sure what to say now. The only thing you did was hit your forehead on Chamber's chest. This was... well, too much for now. But it also felt somehow good after what you've heard from Chamber.

"Let's go back, alright?" He then said, you hummed and let go. Both of you went stright to the base entrance.

"You won't tell anyone, right?" You asked him, as he was walking you away to your room.

"I won't. You and your secrets are safe with me." He gave you, finally, a warm smile. "Also Brimm would kill me if he knew I almost let you run away" He chuckled.

"I'm sorry, Vincent" You sighed. "I won't run again."

"No, you won't." He gave you in an answer and you treated him with a questionable look.

"Is that a treat?"

"Ah, no! Je m'excuse" He said, embarrassed a little. Was he though?

#chamber #chamber x reader #chamber x you #valorant chamber #valorant x reader #valorant x y/n #valorant chamber x reader #vincent fabron x reader #vincent fabron #valorant fanfiction #yander fanfiction #or atleast an attempt...#yandere chamber #valorant fluff #hurt comfort

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fillupthemess · 11 months

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the-yoru-whoru · 2 years

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may i (shamefully) request some nsfw noncon w yandere! sova if that's alright? ur writing is crazy good

( tw- very non con, very rapey, nsfw) ( choking ) ( ur lucky I’ve been thinking about this already for a while now thank you for requesting lol ) ( this is fucking long ) ( Sova is…. Delusional Yandere, but not that violent imo, at least not on purpose. ) ( wanted to practice more dialogue in this )

Sova was always looming over you, smile gentle and kind, but eyes unsettling in a subtle sort of way.

Maybe it was the way his gaze would stalk you as soon as you entered the room. Or the way that they would narrow as soon as another male were to even speak to you.

It could be the way he looked at you with such longing and hunger, or maybe it was just the bright blue eye that made it so creepy.

Either way, you tried to avoid running into Sova on base, even though he’d had done nothing wrong besides look at you intently as if you were one of his targets.

One day you’re cleaning up your room, trying you best to liven up the grey walls that all the agents were given.

You had been trying to string up some fairy lights at the top of the walls, face furrowed in concentration, feet straining from the tippy toes they were precariously balanced on.

Suddeny you feel a very study set of hands grip at your waist, and before you can react you’re hoisted up into the air like you are nothing.

You yelp and squirm for a moment before turning your head back and seeing Sova looking at you with an amused smile. You relax only a bit; he may not be a stranger but he was still someone you didn’t trust.

“Wh-what are you doing in my room?” You asked, tone a bit demanding.

He didn’t take any offence to your hostility, only adjusting his grip on your waist and holding you up even higher, “I heard sounds of you struggling when I was passing by,” His accent is warm and concerned, “I just wanted to help out.”

You press your lips together unhappily, before turning towards the wall to find that you are indeed, closer to the ceiling, and able to hang the lights up with ease. You work quickly, and Sova is quiet behind you, his hold on you never flattering even for a moment.

When you finish, you wriggle in his grasp, “I’m finished. You can let go now.”

The man gives a nervous laugh at your coldness, but puts you down, although rather hesitantly. When he lets go you can still feel the warmth of his hands on your sides, Sova’s touch still lingering on your skin.

“Alright, thank you. I can do the rest on my own.” You say quickly, taking a peek at your door which was unfortunately closed.

He’s looking at you again in that strange way that he does, eyes filled with a certain wildness that betrays the pleasant smile that everyone on base seems to trust except you.

“Why so eager to get rid of me?” He inquires, taking a step forward that should be non-threatening but just makes your heart jump, “Have I done something to upset you?”

Just his mere presence makes your room feel tiny, makes it feel like he’s taking up every corner with just the strength of a seasoned warrior.

You shake your head, and mirror him, taking a meek step backwards, “No! You haven’t done anything wrong, I just don’t know you all that well…”

He closes the distance between you too far too soon, “We can change that…darling.” He murmurs.

You narrow your eyes. You knew he was a creep! Knowing you weren’t just imagining the whole thing brings at least some peace to your mind. You raise your arms to push him away from you, planning to march straight to Sage’s office and file a complaint, but Sova suddenly has both your wrists pinned to the wall, movements faster then you could comprehend. Your back hits the cold metal of the wall hard, and you don’t have the reaction time to fight back.

He looks at you, smile all but gone, “You need not be so aggravated. I’m not going to do you any harm. In fact, I would tear apart anyone who even dare lay a finger on someone as beautiful and sweet as you.”

You’re stunned into silence by his confession. Then you glare at him, “I can take care of myself. Don’t touch me.”

He makes a displeased sound, and you swear his eye shines a brilliant blue before he’s swooping down to kiss you.

Your hands struggle against his iron grip to no avail, face moving frantically side to side to avoid him.

“S-stop!” You manage to gasp out, but he only lets out a low growl that has you freezing up in place.

When you stop moving he pushes in again, lips soft and gentle against yours, but there’s an air of desperation to it. Like a man starving he doesn’t stop, and you feel your eyes well up from the unwanted contact.

Finally he pulls away, gasping for air. You can feel his hot breath on his face, the soft tingling of the kiss still on your lips.

“You taste even better then I expected,” He managed to breathe, eyes now full of wonder.

His words make you cringe, “Fuck off. I hate you,” You spit out.

“Now now,” He coos as if you’re simply an angry kitten, “You don’t really mean that.”

You feel like if you say more it wouldn’t matter anyways, he was clearly delusional; this was way beyond an extremely persistent crush.

Your wrists are sore, “Okay fine. Just let me go and we can talk about this, Sova.”

He lights up, as if your slight compliance is a sign that you’re finally coming around.

“Alright, let’s talk. Please just listen to me,” He says slowly, and you nod.

When he releases you, the first thing you do is rub at your sore wrists, staring at the ring of red that circles it. How easily was he able to wrap his hand around you? You glance at his hands, and then your own.

Sova still stares at you, hair slightly disheveled and chest rising and falling in a strange manner. Like he was in a trance just by being near you.

It was creepy.

You just want to dash around him, into the hall, and get to the others, where you know you’ll be safe.

But a lot of the agents have already gone on a mission, and the few that remained may not even be in any of the public living spaces of the base either; they could be in their rooms, which meant you’d have to knock on every door just to find someone who could talk some sense into Sova.

You were scared. This room was too small. This man was too strong. You were alone.

“I’ve always admired you,” Sova starts dreamily, oblivious to the turmoil in your head, “You’ve gotten the prettiest eyes, the most delicate of hands, and a voice that very well be compared to that of a siren.”

On the outside you nod politely, but in your mind you are cringing again, trying not to let your uncomfortableness show.

He mistakes your silence as flustered speechlessness, “There’s even more to love about you; from the way you hum to yourself when you walk around base, to the soft noises I hear when you’re fast asleep.”

You freeze, “Wait, you listen to me when I’m asleep?”

Sova doesn’t even look guilty, instead he has the nerve to give you an amused smile, “You do need to learn to lock your door properly every night, don’t you?”

That pit in your stomach just gets heavier and heavier with every word that comes out of his mouth.

“What the fuck—get away from me!” You can’t help from yelling out, trying to walk around him quickly.

Then you’re weightless, hands grabbing onto your waist not unlike before, but this time you are lifted high into the air, before being brought down onto the plush blankets of your bed, your landing sending your hair about and disheveling your clothes. You bounce against the mattress and scramble to get up.

But Sova is quick to climb on top of you, pinning you down with his weight alone, “I said listen to me,”

He doesn’t sound angry, only frustrated, the crease of his brow turning inwards, eyes stern and piercing.

Two thick forearms surround your head, and you can feel the overwhelming warmth radiating from his body.

You know it’s futile to fight him, “Sova…”

“I need to show you,” He says suddenly, abruptly, “I need to show you how much I love you. Then you’ll understand, won’t you, love?”

You feel even more helpless, especially when he presses his face near yours, till you’re nearly touching noses.

“N-no! Get off of me!” You weakly push at his chest, but he doesn’t move an inch.

One of his hands goes down to fiddle with the hem of your shirt, and you start thrashing in desperation.

Sova’s patient expression suddenly breaks, “Stop moving. Please dear.”

He looks strangely sad, but doesn’t make any move to pull away.

Even with your struggling he manages to peel your top off of you, eyes immediately trailing downwards and taking you in with a shaky breath.

“Wow,” he says over the sounds of your wriggling and moving, “You are even more breathtaking like this. So soft…”

His fingers brush over the swell of your chest and you grimace, trying to shake the tears out of your eyes.

“Sova please,” You plead with him again, “We can talk about this I—”

“I already tried to talk to you about it,” He interjects, eyes still staring at the now empty expanse of your skin, “You didn’t want to listen, so we have to do this the hard way.”

But he doesn’t sound all too sad about it; in fact, his face is basically glowing, a small smile growing on his face the more he touches and fondles with you.

Tired of struggling, you all but grow still, feeling detached from yourself as you watch Sova bring his hand lower, hovering over the waistband of your shorts.

You almost want to laugh when he looks back at you with a questioning look, “May I?”

There’s a pause.

“Does it even matter what I say?” You manage to scoff weakly.

He ponders your response for a moment, “I suppose not,”.

You try not to tremble as he carefully pulls your shorts down, listening to the sharp inhale he makes. He tosses the clothing somewhere behind him.

He full-on groans; voice deep and guttural, and you shake in his arms.

“Look at how perfect you are,” he murmurs softly, “I’ve dreamt of this for so long.”

Worn and calloused hands drift over your body, touching and stroking at your thighs and waist.

It felt so intimate. And in a way, that was worse then if he’d just thrown you down and started fucking you.

Sova shifts on top of you, and you can feel the hard bulge that nudges up against your leg.

But he seems content to simply run his hands over you, touching and prodding like it’s his first time.

Lower and lower his hands go, until one of his fingers hooks around the waistband of your panties, pulling them down agonizingly slow.

“Please don’t do this,” You beg quietly, one last time.

He doesn’t stop his tender movements, “I’ll make it feel good. I promise.”

Then he’s pressing a thick finger between your legs, the sudden sensation making you yelp.

Sova starts pushing it inside of you, “God, you sound so good. Look at this cunt; so needy and tight just for me.”

You shaking your head side-to-side, eyes watering from the intrusion.

“F-fuck you,” You manage to say, and Sova’s pleased smile turns into a disappointed frown.

You watch in spite as one of his hands goes up and rests on your throat, not squeezing, but the heavy weight of it is enough to make you fall silent.

“For now, the only sounds I want to be hearing are your moans and cries. No more lying to me, alright?”

When you don’t respond that hand tightens dangerously around your neck, “Alright?”

You start nodding your head as best as you can while in his grasp, already scrambling for air. The hand loosens, but remains resting on your throat.

He nuzzles your face lightly, kissing your cheeks softly, “Good… that’s my girl.”

The finger pressing at your entrance starts pumping in and out of you, and it feels thick enough that you’re terrified of what it’ll feel like when it’s replaced by his cock.

Meanwhile Sova looks like he’s in bliss, lips slightly parted, eyes half-lidded, and the gentle hold on your neck possessive and heavy.

He starts to become rougher, and the next time he plunges inside of you it’s with two fingers rather then one.

“Y-you can take this? Yes?” He says almost desperately.

You shake your head but he just tightens his grip again until you start nodding, fuzzy black edges entering the sides of your vision. Only when he sees you agree does he loosen up again.

His fingers are jackhammering out of you, lewd sounds filling the room, his flushed face so eagerly focused on yours.

Finally he stops, but not before tasting at one of his fingers, “God… you taste so good. I cannot wait any longer, I’m sorry.”

But he doesn’t sound sorry. You refuse to look as you hear the telltale sound of a zipper, and the soft rustling of clothes. How he manages to pull out his cock with one hand you don’t know, but you’re too focused on the hand still wrapped around your neck to think about the logistics of it.

Plus, you don’t have to look to know that he was big.

He rubs his heavy cock against your thighs, smearing precum against your skin, and you hear him inhale sharply.

“I’m going to make love to you now, okay?” He tries to sound gentle but you can sense the anticipation in his tone, “If it hurts you tell me okay? We’ll take a break.”

You don’t even try arguing with him. Even though he isn’t squeezing down his hand makes it hard to think straight, makes it hard to get proper oxygen. You feel dizzy and light-headed, and everything he is saying contrasts what he’s doing so much.

Sova pushes in slowly, letting out a long, satisfied groan.

You keep waiting for him to stop thrusting in. You wait for his balls to line up against your hips, for him to finally bottom out.

But it’s not until he’s nudging up against your cervix that he slows down, the hand around your neck trembling with what you could assume was restraint; his hips were twitching, and he looked like he wanted nothing more then to fuck you into the mattress and chase the pleasure.

“C-can I move now? Does this feel good?” His voice is shaking.

Your voice sounds weak and small even to yourself, “No… stop…”

It’s clearly not what he wants to hear, because his expression turns pained, the hand around your neck tightening until you’re pulling at his arm helplessly.

“Quiet now,” He shushes you over your whimpers, “It’ll feel good, darling, just wait.”

When he moves you feel a jolt of pain, every thrust making you feel so full and so small.

He starts fucking into your heat earnestly, moans and groans filling the room, his hips slamming into your in an almost inhuman pace. His blue eyes glowing brighter then ever, and his hand is slowly crushing your air pipe.

He doesn’t even seem to realize how much he’d been gripping your neck until your eyes are rolling up into your skull, and the only thing you can feel and hear is his constant thrusting, the dull ache you feel when he hits your cervix, and the harsh moans he makes with every stroke.

“Oh!” He suddenly lets go of your throat, surprised, “I’m sorry, love, I-I didn’t mean to hold down so hard.”

He looks genuinely apologetic, despite the fact that he’s still 10 inches inside of you, using your body for his own pleasure.

“It’ll be alright,” He says soothingly, brushing a hand against the bruise you can feel forming on your skin.

You keep quiet.

“But I have to admit,” He can’t stop the arousal that seeps into his voice, “You do look so pretty all marked up like this.”

You cry out when he shoves his dick particularly hard, and you can hear the hoarseness of your voice.

You watch Sova’s face contort into pleasure, “And you feel so good. Like your body was made to take me; I just know it, you and I are fated to be together forever, nothing will change that, my love, you are mine and I am yours and I promise I will make you happy and content and—hng!” He frantically spews sweet nothings, speed increasing, sweat slicked hair sticking to his forehead, and his cock starting to twitch inside of you.

You really don’t want him to cum inside, but before you can even try protesting, you feel his warm cum fill your insides, his hands going down to grip at your waist so hard your bones felt like they were creaking under the pressure. He dug into you, pressing as deep as he could, panting and groaning above you.

“Please take my cum, darling. I want to fill you up so bad. Please please please…”

It felt like it would never end, spurt after spurt, until the skin between your thighs was also sticky from the semen that managed to leak out of you.

After a moment, Sova pulls out slowly, and you cry out in pain, soreness already spreading throughout your body.

This man is quick to comfort you, holding you close in his arms, pulling you up so you can openly sob into his chest.

“It’s alright now,” He says quietly, deep voice sending a rumble through his body, “I’m here. I love you so much. Now you see. I love you so much I feel as if my life has no meaning without you in my sights. You are the air that I need to breath; without you I’d rather end my own existence then spend a day not by your side.”

He pulls you away so he can look you in the eyes seriously, “You understand right? Some part of me knows that this is wrong but how can true love ever be wrong? I have nothing but my love for you. And I know you’ll love me too. Because if not…”

You feel a hand start playing absently with the hair on the nape of your neck, “Well, let’s just hope that it doesn’t happen, yes?”

Your mouth stays closed.

Sova smiles at you, beaming, “I knew you’d understand. Now let me take care of you, darling.”

#imagine #reader #writing #valorant #n*fw #reader insert #x reader #sova x reader #valorant sova #sova #yandere #Yandere sova

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stinglikeabee1 · 1 year

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Hello! Could I request something for Valorant Fade x fem reader yandere prompt 11?

Yan!Fade x F!Reader

You were being stubborn.She was just trying to protect you,by kidnapping you from your friends and family to bring you to the protocol,

Why did you have to be like this?

Fade felt like one of her veins were about to burst because of your..STUBBORNESS!

She then grabbed your hand softly,and had a tough grip on it,and she said "Please..Don't make me hurt you." She said with a stern and sharp tone.

You then looked at her afraid,scared.

Maybe you'll listen to her for once and stop your stubborn act.

She then kissed both of your cheeks gently,wiping away the developing tears in your eyes and hugged you.

#fade valorant #fade x reader #yandere valorant x reader #valorant x reader

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seneitut · 7 months

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“Love”

PT (1) PT (2)

[Gekko/Reader] [Cypher/Reader]

Words: 2.8K

Warnings: Mentions of murder, obsessive behaviour, sense of ownership, insane(?), yandere-ish(?)

How do they show their love? [Is it the epitome of extreme, or just dumb fools?]

Cypher: Family.

In his culture, family is the most important aspect in their lives. The ones to trust unconditionally and love infinitely, and those who will reciprocate his feelings throughout their whole lives with no regrets.

To Amir, his grandfather was his world.

An angry old cranky man was he, beating the crap out of intruders who dared disrespect the La Amari family and protecting what little land they still held against Kingdom's agents.

His grandfather had no powers nor weapons for the enemy to fear him—but it was of no need for this battle. La Amari's grandfather was a well-respected person that his own people feared him sometimes; because he gave what no one else could: hope, enough of a little spark to inspire others into being active in the fight against Kingdom and their thirst for power.

That alone was dangerous, and it kept Kingdom's agents on a tight leash to not cause a riot.

“Think about what will make you lose, instead of what will make you win”, is a piece of advice Amir will never forget.

And it was the last thing his grandfather taught him.

It was devastating losing him at such a young age when he had a future to hold onto, people to take and many to guide. But Amir accepted its fate, because no one can defy death and its destiny; continuing living his life by those beliefs and advice and not disregarding everything he’s learnt.

Then he met Nora, he fell deeply in love, and had his first child—every decision made, every move he took on life was calculated and thought before accomplishing it. Amir believed he had everything solved and paved until his very end, but nothing went according to his plan.

He was never able to figure out the plays of death, always one step ahead of him, and once again taking away everything that was important to him in one swift move.

Death wasn’t the culprit to his many misfortunes, though.

Imagine his surprise when he found out the same people who took Nora’s life were the same gang who murdered his grandfather many years ago. And later on, destroyed the rest of the lineage of La Amari.

The whole crimescene reeked from their trademark, unable to hold back and destroying everything on their way. It was a bloody mess, and the images of his family mangled and dead will remain grafted inside his brain for the rest of his life.

Amir believes that’s the moment where everything changed for him.

La Amari disappeared from the earth, he made sure of that, his family name was dead now and scrubbed from life. The only thing that will carry the memory is him, Cypher, in search of vengeance and answers.

But with time, everything changes its course of action and now Cypher is involved in what could be considered some sort of organization to save the world.

Funny how things evolve.

He meets new people, he learns a few things here and there, he gets fond of some kids, genius fellas they are, a techie and a walking bomb—Cypher takes everything in with open arms, but never without the advice resonating throughout his brain like an echo.

Think about what will make you lose.

Like a chant, he repeats the same sentence when meeting new agents or when deployed to missions. Cypher is the first to come up with solutions, the first to come with counterplans and always a step ahead of the enemy.

And then, like a rock thrown into a well, a disturbance is found.

You are a weird one, he thinks when meeting you for the first time, all smiles and sparky soul.

Jumping and talking non-stop, always a little sunshine to the youngsters but annoying to the core for the seniors.

It always seems to go on tangents when speaking with you, and Cypher likes things concise and straight to the point, so it is obvious to him that he doesn't find you amusing in the slightless.

Cypher doesn't care for you at first, treating you with less than affection and little patience when dealing with you. You are nothing in his life, just another agent and someone else he needs to keep his eye on.

And then, you matter, in more ways than he anticipated.

Because the moment the anniversary of his wife and kid's death comes around, Cypher spirals into a pit of depression he hasn't felt since the incident, digging himself into his own tomb inch by inch as punishment and blaming himself for everything that hurted his loved ones.

And like a star shining in the dark room, beckoning him with the warmth and gentle touch, is when everything went to shit.

Because you, being the smart cookie you are, sympathized with him the moment you saw him break down and closed off to the world in panic.

You are not Nora, you don’t even resemble her in any aspect whatsoever, but his frivolous and conflicted brain twists your actions, your pure intentions, into something that he desperately thinks he needs.

Comfort.

Cypher sees in you an anchor for him and take advantage of, and you are so unaware of his intentions, so innocent and flustered so easily by his words, that you simply follow whatever he needs you to do.

An obedient little fella, a sweet young adult ready to help whoever needs it without regarding their own self. You follow him like a puppy inside the protocol, you shine brighter when he compliments you, you are so thirsty for his attention he never leaves you hanging with anticipation.

Cypher accepts then that you are what he needs now to fill his own wish and hole in his heart until he takes care of the bigger matters.

But to have you, he needs to think clearly; to own you, he needs to make his moves smartly.

Finding information about your background, your life, the people you mingle with and the lover you have is easy. Is like you're leaving this all for him to find on purpose, is like you know he's doing this to get you, and you're helping him.

And damn him! A surprise is what he finds amongst your files! A family member of the gang who destroyed his life, the gang who were hired by Kingdom to erase La Amari's lineage and conquer the little lands of Morocco. You! You were the key to everything to finally finish what his grandfather started many years ago!

Cypher is joyful, ecstatic, and so eager to take everything from them and, as a prize, keep you to himself.

And when he has everything he needs, he begins his game.

Is so easy. Breaking down their walls, breaking their security and their lackeys, is like a child's game when he realizes this is not a challenge.

Like chess, his moves are smart and calculated, and everything crumbles in front of their eyes.

Think about what will make you lose.

He makes the first move, killing the white's pawn.

Your friends are the first to fall. One by one, they die by his hands and his own methodological mind games to gain information regarding you and your family.

They plead for forgiveness, they ask him to leave you alone, but Cypher is quick to silence them forever.

Humming to himself, he moves his bishop to kill the white's knight.

That little partner of yours put up a struggle when he tried to kidnap them. It was not an easy task to have them under control, nor make them give you up to let them live another day.

Cypher was taken aback by their loyalty, surprised but eager that this might turn bloodier than he anticipated.

Is funny, too, that despite having someone who loves you this deeply, you always look for Cypher. As if this person isn't enough to satisfy you.

Cornering the white's queen was easy.

Every obstacle was eliminated. Anything and anyone he considered might cross his path or make the situation difficult for his plans to move forward is no longer a threat to him, nor his objective.

Cypher fixes the pieces to their positions once he's finished, and in turn, clicks on a button of his surveillance set-up.

The many screens light up with views from the cameras he has around the base and hidden away by simple eyes.

In one of them, he sees you walking down the hallway with quick steps, hurriedly making your way to Cypher's room.

He sees the determination in your expression, the fast pacing of your steps and in less than a minute you are at his door, huffing to catch your breath and eyes wandering around his room.

Your body language says everything he needs to know—from your shuffle in feet and avoidance to look him into his eyes. You are nervous, if not a little shy to confront him about something.

But he is patient, hands resting on his lap and legs crossed, awaiting for your words with eagerness.

“I like you,” you say, approaching him slowly and nervously rubbing your arms. “I like you a lot, Cypher.”

Unaware of his affairs, you inch closer and kneel in front of him, hands holding onto his and looking into his eerie blue eyes.

“Will you take me?” you ask.

Cypher smiles under his mask, a finger under your chin and gently caressing your lower lips with his thumb.

“But of course, my dear. You are mine now.”

He has won.

Gekko: Freedom.

Throughout his life, Mateo has always been considered a friendly person.

Conversations here and there, making friends down the street, enamouring the grandladies next door who always gush over his cuteness and kindness as a little kid.

He's always been popular amongst the people surrounding him; a star shining brightly amongst others, a leader, a role model. Mateo is everything and all mothers wish for their kids to be when they grow up, for people to have as a friend, and for girls to want in their boyfriends.

But for him, none of it is of importance. Is irrelevant and pointless to praise him non-stop when he believes nothing of what they say.

Mateo only wishes he could be freed from all of this pressure and simply live his life as a normal teenage boy.

Having been born and raised by a single mother has been tough, with the many expectations put onto his shoulders and many accomplishments he felt the need to fulfill, Mateo never had the time to discover himself in this world but to wear the shoes of someone who is predetermined to succeed.

They expected him to be smart; so he would study non-stop, missing hours of sleep and time to be playing outside just to focus on his grades and reach the top results. They expected him to be kinder; to always share his things, to share his food, to share his money until he was broke just to please the rest of the world.

They expected many things he despised, but Mateo never said no.

It was like a curse he self-inflicted and didn’t know how to get rid of, and as much as he tries to lash out or simply think to rebel and live like he wants, the nagging feeling of guilt eats him alive before he acts.

Giving up and accepting the façade he's created is the easiest path. He will stop struggling, he will come to terms with what he's chosen and just bear with it.

Mateo will have to live chained to this fate.

But then, he met his little crew.

The one time he decides to do something for himself, he gets wrapped into the biggest catastrophe that has ever been; affecting everything and everyone in the world until there is nothing but himself and his new friends.

The shift they cause is what makes him decide to start being selfish.

They say when you meet death face-on you can never become the person you used to be. In his case, it meant leaving behind the cocoon of someone who pleased everyone in his surroundings and was finally feeling the metaphorical chains break him free.

Mateo breathes deeply when he comes to that realization, and it almost feels like the first time doing it.

And it gets better.

Because through Reyna is how he meets you.

You are stunning, amazing, funny, gorgeous—he’s running out of words to describe you!

Shaking his hand for the first time, he knows it has to be you. The one to complete his puzzle, the one to fill that empty space of his new life.

Mateo falls in love with you right there and then.

He never believed to have strong feelings for anything in life nor desires that he deeply wanted for himself except freedom— but you made him change his perspective as soon as you came into his life.

It was as if a door had been unlocked and all the suppressed emotions bursted without control, clouding his mind and getting overwhelmed with what he was feeling until there were no other thoughts but you.

You were the contender of his affections and desires now, and Mateo, in his sick twisted way of thinking, thought that you will have to belong to him as well.

Just like he claimed his crew to be his, despite them being sentient, just like he claimed back his life, and just like he got the courage to toss away everyone who crossed his path and denied him the opportunity to evolve into someone better—he is now going to claim you as his.

Nevermind that partner you had, nevermind Reyna eyeing him carefully after the exchange of pleasantries, dubious and concerned because of his unstable emotions; his focus was you, and you alone.

Blame it on the world, blame it on Kingdom, fuck, blame it on him for going to this lengths to make sure he had a chance.

Mateo has killed people before, the Valorant protocol trains them to have impeccable aim and be smart about their actions, so it is no wonder he could kill your partner in one clean shot the next day and hide the body for no one to find.

Many secrets bloomed from his action, but no regrets were found on his eerie smile nor empty hazel eyes when Reyna confronted him about it. Mateo had the upper hand, because he knew she wouldn't say a word—because despite being a cold-hearted person and having her judgment intact, she has a soft spot for him, and Mateo plans to abuse that for his goal.

It comes in handy with everything he taught himself when you look for someone to hold onto, crying and sobbing when your partner goes missing.

Mateo acts empathetic, soothing your cries and assuring you he would never leave your side until you feel better.

And it takes you a long time to move on. Deciding whether your partner abandoned you or simply decided to disappear from the world, Mateo's words bring a smile to your face every time he tries to soothe you, and your reactions are either flustered and nervous by the time he ends.

Flirting, teasing, and keeping you on your toes with his actions is his way to test the waters.

Mateo is eloquent when it comes to words and his ways of convincing, to make you trust him slowly and not only by baseless talking—is a long process, a tedious one where he needs to make sure everything is going according to what he needs.

He compliments everything you do, from what you wear to what you do.

He hovers over your mouth inches apart, breaths intermingling and lips barely touching until he suddenly pulls away, flustered and nervous, and makes excuses to promptly escape—and then you are left alone with a hammering heart and warm face, wondering whether Gekko has feelings for you or is he just simply shy.

Is like he’s toying with you, with purpose, with the need to see if you are going to break under the pressure he’s making you go through, or will he break first in desperation to have you for himself.

Because there is so much a man like him can tolerate.

But it doesn’t take long to know the answer.

When you breach the first barrier, and the second on the way, kissing him with fervor and passion, he knows he’s won.

Mateo reciprocates with the same sentiment, drowning in your lips and taste, with his heart full and desires fulfilled. He holds you tightly and without restrain, swinging you around with laughter and giddiness, deepening the kiss until you both are breathless in each other's arms.

When you confess you are in love with him, Gekko smiles, happy, and dips to claim your lips again.

This is what it means to have freedom.

#seneitut writes #gekko x reader #cypher x reader #gekko yandere #cypher yandere #to fullfil my need for yanderes jsndfjdsf #also came to the conclusion i won't be writing smut if the requests won't ask for it bcs not everyone enjoys that #valorant x reader #valorant fanfiction

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Hello hello! Could I request headcannons for yandere sova, cypher, chamber, and phoenix with a male or gn s/o who knows about their antics and constantly avoids them? (Thanks in advancr if you do this!!) [🥀]

i cannot tell you how excited i was to write this. I’m literally uncontrollably shaking and sobbing right now. i love Valorant sm and yeah I still play it hehe. i haven’t seen much Yan fics for the characters so oh well ig I will add to the already small ones that exists. thanks sm for requesting this 🥀 anon ! 💝

Yandere Valorant with a S/O who Constantly Avoids Them.

Ft: Chamber, Phoenix, Cypher, Sova

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Chamber:

One you started to avoid him, immediately he would catch on. The smug grin he would wear on his face around you and the others, would slowly turn into a cold dead stare the last place you stood in front of him.

He is a very possessive man and the more time away from him doing meaningless things like avoid him, would just be another open door for anyone to come into your life.

For some reason the more you avoid him, the more prominent and pushy he is. He is a manipulative conman who would ruthlessly do anything to get his way.

In your peripheral vision, standing there will always be Chamber reminding you that at the end of the road lies him patiently waiting for you.

Bringing it up to Brim would be pointless. No matter how much he dislikes Chamber, he is a valuable member of Protocol and losing him would cause great loss to the team.

So you’re stuck.

Walking back to your room, all you hear is the humming of the fluorescent lights lighting up the corridor. It was late in the night, no one was up and half the team was gone on a mission investigating recent activity of spike bombs throughout Italy.

An eerie feeling began to slowly come over you. Crossing your arms, you continued to walk to your room hoping to reach your private sanctuary.

Sliding open your door, you slump against it letting out an exhale of relief from the creepy feeling you got in the dim hallway.

A little rustle of sheets makes you snap your head up towards its direction. There on your bed was Vincent Fabron in all his glory, sitting at the end of your bed with his legs crossed and hands intertwined around his knee while he smiled at you.

A small gasp came out of your lips as you stared at him like an unpredictable animal not knowing what he was going to do next.

“What’s wrong mon cheri, miss me?”

Phoenix:

It would take a little while for Phoenix to notice that you’ve been avoiding him.

Sure sometimes in the past you got a little annoyed with him and would avoid him sometimes, so this would mean eventually you’ll come back to him right?

When you don’t is when Phoenix has to take matters into his own hands.

At first he would try to play it off as a joke with little playful whines of how he could make it up to you or how he would stop being annoying sometimes.

That doesn’t work.

He will start to get antsy over time and that’s when that playful behavior of his starts to slowly slip away.

After coming back from a mission, you were seriously injured. Sage made sure to heal you and let you rest in the med bay. Picking up on Phoenix’s presence and how close she thought he was to you, she left to give you two privacy.

Being too tired from sustaining injuries and using the rest of your energy on the field, you're completely drained and all you could do was sit there as he grew closer.

Phoenix stands in front of you, looking down with an unreadable expression as he adjusts the collar of his jacket.

Looking down, fiddling with his rings is when he decided to open his mouth.

“You know all this fooling around and this is where it gets you. Look I don’t know what I did, but I’m sick of this silent treatment. It would be best if you would stop this before things get out of hand.”

You can’t help but feel your heart drop from the menacing glowing orange hue of his eyes as he continued to stare right at you.

Cypher:

There is no real way to avoid Cypher. If we want to play the ‘what if’ game then sure, okay. It all depends what stage of obsession he is at.

We all know that he has lost someone really close to him and throughout his game dialogue he says some pretty sad stuff. When you find out about all of Cypher’s manipulation tactics and surveillance cams, that’s where things get messy.

After a day of rigorous back to back training with Kay-O and Phoenix, your left is completely beat and sore. Laying down on your bed you take a moment to relax before your stomach churns in an uncomfortable way forcing you to sit up.

You can’t help but feel like someone was watching you, yet you were in your own room.

This would continue until it gets out of control like the snowball effect. It would get to a point where you begin to tear your own room apart trying to find what or who was watching you.

The other protocol members take notice of the dark circles that linger under your eyes, the whiffing of shoots when merely practicing in the range, and how jittery you are when simply eating breakfast.

You know it's him, but there is nothing to do than confront him.

It would have been better if they were to just leave it alone and go along with the saying “Ignorance is bliss”, but even then the end would still be the same.

Confronting him would lead up to you knocking at his door in the middle of the night. Tears adorn your face as your eyes are swell from the excessive abuse you’ve put them through.

Sitting in a chair in front of an old fashioned chess board, sits Cypher gesturing you to take a seat across from him. Looking at the chessboard, all that there is left is a singular white king chess and a remaining black king piece in his hand. With a small tilt of his head is when you hear the dreadful word that marks the end of your fate.

“Checkmate.”

Sova:

In order to find out Sova was pulling the strings in the background, you must’ve had to look deep and hard.

Sova makes sure to cover his tracks only wanting you to know him for the honest agent who would do anything to protect his team and lead them to triumph.

When the avoiding begins to start, it takes a little while for him to notice. He is a valued agent of Protocol and Brim makes sure to deploy him on almost every mission because he is someone he can solely trust.

Once the small conversations you would have in the common area stop and all your responses are short and straight to the point is when Sova takes notice.

With a little observance and recon, he finds out how you had caught onto him. It was bound to happen eventually as it was better to confront it sooner than later and let it go on longer.

Getting ready for bed, you put on your lip balm before untucking your covers from the neatly folded position it was in. A knock on the door interrupted you before you had the chance to slide into your bed.

Letting out a small groan, you made your way to your door before sliding it open revealing the last person you wanted to see.

“May I come inside? I know it is quite late, but Brimstone wanted me to quickly deliver the notes for the next upcoming mission.”

Holding up a vanilla envelope, he gives a small awkward smile. Furrowing your eyebrows you step to the side letting the tall man step in. Closing the door you noticed Sova placed the envelope on your desk before continuing to stand there staring at you.

“Мне очень жаль, но это нужно было сделать.”

Before you could take a step back, the last thing you saw was the glow from his robotic blue eye as he drew away the used syringe.

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