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rockstars gf requests closed while i catch up with the ones i have atm! (you can send, just don't exoect it to be out anytime soon)

[mrskiritani]

𝓶rs. 𝓴iritani

𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶

j. valorant brainrot. ryo kiritani's and sunwoo han's wife (real). clove apologist. bookworm. frank ocean enthusiast.

𝓶asterlist below.

li zhao yu (iso) - just like a movie (fluff),

sasha novikov (sova) - coffee (fluff),

ryo kiritani (yoru) - iris (fluff),

sunwoo han (jett) - bad idea! (fluff, smut)

amir el amari (cypher) : touch it (smut),

vincent fabron (chamber) : slut! (fluff)

load more....

writing for valorant, smut, fluff, angst, comfort, you name it

mostly fem and gn reader but i'm open to try more!

[mrskiritani]

so so so sorry to disappoint everyone who had sent me a request but i fear i'll have to take a little break.... i'll try to work on them as much as i possibly can and hopefully will be back soon

again, i'm so sorry :((((

[asterinvoid]

sova and astra in icebox

[mrskiritani]

this is sooo adorable

[mrskiritani]

Oop wait didnt read the bio AHH let me draw you something 😭🥲

OH MY GOD!!!

that would be amazing!! i love your work sooo much💞💞

[mrskiritani]

Hii!!! I was wondering if you could maybe write smth about Chamber x fem reader. It might be kinda specific but let's say the reader is an introvert, somehow closed off until its with someone she's comfortable with , aaaaand she's been feeling pretty lonely lately, someone who has never been understood her entire life and has been treated unfairly by people a lot. And I also thought about maybe her being a psych student??? I feel like this adds to the drama better because think about it, she loves helping others but there is no one to help her. U can make the rest of the story as you desire.Thank youuu😊🙃

slut! - vincent fabron

pairing : chamber x fem!reader

warnings : angst (??), comfort, fluff, chamber being wise

notes : i made reader have a job at vp as a psychologist, cause if we're being honest the people there need that, the amount of times i rewrote the word mademoiselle should be studied. i don't really like this i feel like it's rushed but i'm sleep deprived so i might rewrite it soon.

the valorant protocol headquarters was always alive with noise. that wasn't anything new. footsteps, laughter echoing in the hallways, the hum of weapons being tuned and adjusted far away. for most, it was comforting, as much as it could be. they all shared the same purpose. for you, though, it was overwhelming. you’d learned to fold yourself small into corners, speaking only when you had to. most agents didn’t notice your silence. those who did often mistook you for being reserved, or worse, indifferent.

it wasn’t that you didn’t care. you cared too much. a lifetime of listening to people’s stories, being a shoulder without ever having one to lean on yourself, had taught you to observe quietly and keep your heart hidden. psychology had always been a natural path for you. you wanted to help people make sense of their pain, give them the understanding you had never been given. you wanted to make others feel seen.

except for one person. him.

vincent. knows more as chamber within the walls of valorant.

everyone either admired or distrusted him, often both. he had an elegance about him, yes, but there was something else too. something sharp and watchful beneath the gold that he work on himself.

the first time he noticed you, really noticed you, was in the library wing of headquarters. you were there late, as usual, buried in piles of papers and books, nursing your fourth cup of tea and hunched over a pile of articles on defense mechanisms.

"pardon, mademoiselle," his smooth voice had broken the silence, pulling you from the pages. "do you often drown yourself in the words at such ungodly hours?"

you blinked at him, startled. his presence filled the room. "I… like to read at night when everyone's asleep," you muttered, feeling a rush of heat crawl up your neck.

chamber’s gaze lingered on you a second longer. he didn’t dismiss you with a chuckle like you thought he will. he tilted his head, intrigued, softening his features. "hmm. interesting. one wonders if you are studying, or searching."

"searching?" the word left your lips before you could stop it.

"oui. for answers. perhaps for someone to listen." he smiled then, something that wasn’t really part of his usual smug self. it was small and soft. "haven't seen you wandering around, yet."

"i like to be unseen." you admitted, still looking up at the tall man in front of you. he was one of the only people who haven't visited you in your lab, ever. maybe that's what he searched you up for?

"understood." the word lingered in the space between you, heavier than you expected. understood. no one had ever said it to you like that before.

you lowered your gaze back to your papers, unsure of what to do with the sudden warmth in your chest. he didn’t move immediately, didn’t fill the silence with the casual arrogance like he usually does to others. instead, he stepped closer, gloved fingers trailing lightly along the spines of the books scattered across your table.

"defense mechanisms," he observed, his accent curling around the syllables. "how very… fitting."

your lips pressed together in a small, self-conscious smile. "I’m a psych student. It’s… normal."

"normal, perhaps. but not meaningless." his eyes flickered to yours, sharp but not unkind. "we all have ways of protecting ourselves, non? even you."

"maybe i just like learning about people."

"or," he countered softly, leaning just enough that his cologne brushed against your senses, "you like understanding people. because perhaps, deep down, you hope one day, someone will return the favor."

you froze, your fingers tightening around your cup of tea. he wasn’t wrong, now was he? and the quiet part of you, the part that always sat unseen in crowded rooms, hated how easily he had said it out loud.

vincent didn’t push further. he only straightened, that same faint smile tugging at his lips, and picked up one of the papers you’d left aside. "you have a sharp mind. i would be… interested to hear your thoughts sometime. but for tonight," he set the paper down gently, almost reverently, "good night."

he gave you a small bow of his head and left. his footsteps echoed down the empty hall, leaving you staring at the doorway long after he was gone.

that night replayed in your head too often the other day than you cared to admit.

and now, you caught him noticing you more. in meetings, his gaze would drift when you spoke. in the kitchen, he always chose a seat where you’d be in his line of sight. and sometimes, when you crossed paths in the quiet hallways at night, he’d tip his head and offer you a kind smile.

you told yourself not to read too much into it. chamber flirted with everyone. viper could tell you about that.

but after you met him more times in the library late at night around the same time always. it just became too frequent for it to be a coincidence.

because it wasn’t grand gestures, or random flashy compliments. he was quieter and softer with you. you didn't really know him so, obviously it was weird but it somehow became somewhat comforting and it didn't feel unfamiliar with him.

and you hated how much it made your chest ache.

you tried to bury yourself in work. research, notes, long nights in your lab where the hum of your laptop and the glow of your desk lamp became your only companions. it was safer there, where feelings could be dissected into definitions and explanations. loneliness could be described in stages. longing could be categorized, boxed neatly into terms.

but then the door opened one evening, vincent stood there, leaning lightly against the frame.

"bonjour," he said, "you're going to ruin your eyes, m'lady."

you blinked, startled, fingers still on the keys of your laptop. "i have glasses i just... don't wear them." you shrugged.

he stepped inside, closing the door behind him. the room felt smaller instantly. "and the reason to that is..."

you huffed, almost a laugh, though your throat felt too tight for it to fully leave. "they don't fit me."

he studied you for a long moment. then, carefully, he set his gloves down on your desk, beside your tea. "doubt that."

the words sank into you. like he would know anyways. he looked at your desk and did notice your glasses, placed down next to your hand.

vincent’s smile curved, reaching for them before opening them. he raised his hand, putting a strand of hair behind your ears before placing the glasses on your face.

he adjusted them with precision, his fingers lingering a fraction longer against your skin than necessary. the warmth of his touch stayed even after he drew back, and suddenly the weight of the glasses didn’t feel so uncomfortable anymore.

"there," he murmured, voice lower now, softer. "perfect fit."

your breath caught in your throat. you wanted to scoff, to roll your eyes at the way he said it but the words stuck. instead, you stared down at your desk, the words on the page swimming, blurring for reasons that had nothing to do with your vision.

"that was unnecessary-" you started, weakly.

"i know," he cut in gently. "but sometimes, mademoiselle, the smallest things we avoid are the ones that betray us the most."

you swallowed hard, hands curling slightly over the edge of your desk. "you don’t know me."

vincent tilted his head, "non," he agreed softly. "not yet. but i’d like to."

your chest tightened, that ache returning in full force, overwhelming and frightening in its intensity. no one had ever said that to you.

and damn it, you hated that part of you wanted to believe him.

vincent reached for his gloves again, slipping them on with ease, though his gaze never once left you. "you should rest your eyes soon," he said, stepping back toward the door. "the papers will still be here tomorrow. but your mind," he paused, lips curling again, "it deserves a gentler pace."

[mrskiritani]

I was the cypher anon and I wanted the agab to be ambiguous so thank you, perfect!! I think I wrote that ask semi sleep deprived so forgot my manners in saying please. I appreciate you doing the request ty for the food (I ate it up) ❤️

i'm so glad you liked it and of course, anytime!!!

[mrskiritani]

GN! Prodigy Hacker/coder Reader and Cypher smut where they have a sorta mentor protege dynamic

touch it - amir el amari

pairing : cypher x gn!reader

warnings : smut, unprotected, guys wrap it before you tap it, riding 🤠, umm nothing else i think

notes : anon, you didn't say if reader is afab or amab so i tried to be as inclusive as i possibly could and tried to focus on sensation

cypher's lab was quiet expect for the hum of the computers and the quick clicking of the keyboards. lines of code scrolled past your screens, neon lights flickering across your face. half-drunk coffee cups placed on the desk.

"mm, sloppy," his voice broke through, smooth and calm. he leaned over your shoulder, one gloved finger pointing at a misaligned bracket on your screen. his hand brushed yours as he reached across the keyboard. "a rookie mistake."

you arched a brow, smiling. "or maybe I left it there to see if you’d notice, mentor."

cypher chuckled, low in his throat, and adjusted his hat. "testing me, are you? dangerous game, my little prodigy."

his words carried that familiar teasing edge, but his eyes lingered on you longer than usual. the glow of the monitors reflected in the lenses of his mask, but you could still feel the weight of his gaze.

you leaned back in your chair, folding your arms across your chest. "dangerous?" you echoed, feigning innocence.

cypher tilted his head. then, in one smooth motion, he reached past you again, his coat brushing against your arm, and corrected the line of code with quick, precise keystrokes. "education requires discipline," he said softly, the words almost purring. "do you think you’re ready for that?"

a chill ran down your spine at the way he said it.

you smirked, leaning just a little closer, your voice dropping. "depends. are you offering to teach me?"

there was a pause, the hum of the computers filling the silence. then cypher chuckled again, shaking his head slightly. "ah, youth. so eager to play with fire." he straightened, his gloved hands clasping behind his back. "careful, little one. you might find i enjoy being tested."

the tension hung in the air, thick and electric, before his voice softened again, warm like honey. "now… fix the rest of your code. i’ll know if you try to trick me again."

you rolled your chair back slightly, turning just enough to watch him cross the room. the low rustle of his coat, the soft clink of his gadgets.

"hm," you mused aloud, your tone deliberately casual, "you always say you’ll know when i make a mistake. but how can you be so sure?"

he paused mid-step, his head tilting slightly. "because i’ve been doing this far longer than you, little prodigy. and because i pay attention to the details others overlook."

he returned to your side with deliberate slowness, leaning down again until the brim of his hat nearly brushed your temple. "like the way your hands tremble when you try to provoke me."

your breath caught, and you quickly shifted in your seat, trying to mask the way your pulse quickened. "bold assumption," you whispered.

"not an assumption," he countered, voice low, smooth, and close to your ear. "an observation."

his hand came to rest on the desk beside yours, caging you in without touching. the air between you hummed with more than just the neon glow of the monitors.

you met his gaze -or where his gaze should have been- and lifted your chin. "and what do you plan to do with your… observations?"

for a moment, he was silent, and then he laughed softly, a sound that sent heat curling through your stomach. "that depends," he murmured, finally lifting one gloved hand to brush a strand of hair away from your face. "are you ready to learn from me? truly learn?"

you swallowed, your lips curving into the faintest smile. "yes."

cypher lingered there, so close his shadow merged with yours.

he raised his hand, taking off his hat, placing it down on the now empty seat. before you could even react, he pulled up his mask just so his lips were free.

your eyes widened at the sight. rare, you realized. cypher never revealed himself so carelessly, not even to allies. it was always masks and barriers. but here, now, in the low neon glow of the lab, you saw him more vulnerable than anyone else had.

he leaned down, close enough that the faint warmth of his breath ghosted across your cheek. "you should feel honored," he murmured, the hint of amusement in his tone edged with sincerity. "not many get to see me like this."

your throat felt tight, but you found your voice, soft and teasing. "so i’m… special, then?"

cypher’s lips curved into the faintest smirk. "more than you know," he whispered, before his hand lifted again, fingers brushing along your jawline.

for a second, he didn’t close the distance. he let the silence stretch, let the hum of the computers fill the space between your heartbeats.

and then, finally, his lips brushed yours. feather-light.

a shiver traced down your spine as his gloved hand came to rest against the side of your neck, thumb stroking your pulse point. he deepened the kiss slowly, deliberately, as if decoding a complex algorithm. the neon lights painted shifting patterns across his exposed features, revealing what the mask had concealed—a sharp jawline, faint scars.

when you parted, breathless, cypher's gaze held yours with an intensity that made your heart stutter. "see?" he murmured, his voice rougher now. "observation reveals everything."

you reached up, fingers trembling slightly as they traced the line of his jaw. "and what have you observed about me?"

his lips curved into that knowing smile. "that you're exactly where you belong." he straightened, pulling his mask back into place with practiced ease, the moment of vulnerability vanishing as quickly as it had appeared. "and that your code still has three errors."

you blinked, momentarily thrown by the abrupt return to professionalism. "wait—"

"fix it," he interrupted, placing his hat back on his head with deliberate slowness. "then we'll continue your lesson."

...

his touch burned even through the leather, each slow pass of his thumb against your skin winding you tighter.

every nerve felt alert under his control. the faint scrape of his glove, the heat of his body behind yours, the way his voice slipped under your skin like static. it all made your chest rise faster, made your pulse stumble in your throat.

when he pressed closer, his breath caught at the sound you made. he leaned down, lips brushing your ear as he spoke. "so eager… I can feel it."

your hips shifted toward him before you even thought about it, chasing a friction that wasn’t quite there yet. He caught it instantly, chuckling low. "impatient, little hacker. i should make you wait. let you think about what happens when you break my rules."

but his hand was already moving lower. not rushed. every inch he claimed made the air around you heavier, until all you could do was shiver under his control, sparks of pleasure threading through your body at every subtle touch.

he moved the keyboards to the side and made you sit up on his desk. cypher now standing between your legs, his hands resting on your thighs, kissing your jawline and moving down.

his hand moved with devastating patience, teasing just shy of where you needed him. each stroke, each pause, each brush of leather made your muscles tense. you could feel your own pulse in every inch of your skin. undoing your pants he pulled them down with ease, leaving you only in your underwear. seeing your lust filled eyes he didn't want to hold back anymore and sat down on the chair you previously sat and patted his lap, signaling you to sit down, pulling down his pants with his underwear, freeing his hardness. he was big. you pushed yourself away from the desk, making your way over to him, sitting on his lap, drawing a moan from you.

"listen to yourself," cypher murmured, his voice a calm rasp against your ear. "falling apart already. where’s that sharp little mind of yours now?"

your answer dissolved into a broken sound, your hips pressing closer to him before you could stop yourself. he caught the movement, rewarded it with a firm pressure on your hips.

“yes,” he coaxed, a note of satisfaction slipping through his composure. “that’s it. don’t hold back for me.”

the rhythm built slowly, steadily, until each drag of his hand on your waist blurred into the next. there was only the heat curling low in your body, the scrape of leather, the sound of his voice guiding you closer and closer to the edge.

your breath became quick, uneven. cypher pressed his masked lips against your temple, whispering:

“are you gonna cum for me?” he asked with a slow whimper.

"wait for me a bit more, will you?"

all you could do was nod and hope that he didn't need you to last more than a few second. his whimpers got louder and louder behind you.

"you can cum now." his voice, the way he said it snapped the last of your control. pleasure rushed through you in waves, sparking down your spine, tightening every muscle before leaving you trembling in his grasp. you collapsed back against him, chest heaving, his gloved hand steadying you and cumming with you.

he hummed low, smug and pleased. “brilliant in code… and even more fascinating here.”

[mrskiritani]

hellooo!! i was wondering if i can ask for a jett x fem!reader (preferably) around the idea of the morning after a hookup? you can have fun with it and also it’s fine if you ignore this. tyvm and have a great day <3

bad idea! - sunwoo han

pairing : jett x fem!reader

warnings : mentions of sex, flashbacks of the night before soo smut, reader has longer hair, 여보-honey (that's what google said, at least), reader is a virgin, HATE using y/n but it's mentioned once, oral (f!recieving), scissoring 😈😈, lowkey orgasm denial, first smut on this account, kinda nervous 👉🏻👈🏻, fluff, angst if you squint

notes: i have two more requests i'll try to write them tonight but i also want to read my book. it's a struggle 🥀

the morning sun cast a gold layer on the covers above you two. jett was the first one to stir awake. still tired, she looked around with hooded eyes and immediately shot up when she realized she wasn't in her room. she knew who's room this was sure, she has been here many times. but she haven't been here like this.

turning her head, she noticed you still sleeping next to her peacefully. your long hair -still messy- was spread on the pillow that you've laid your head on. covers still on your naked body. that's when she realized she doesn't have any clothes on either, so with a swift motion she got back under the covers again.

turning to her side where she can watch you. you looked so beautiful. effortlessly. you always did, obviously. but seeing you like this, vulnerable and relaxed made her smile. she adored you. but will this ruin your friendship? jett was one of your best friend and she loved you. you are always there for her and she's always there for you, but this might just change everything.

jett laid there, biting her lower lip as her mind spun in circles. the air was still, filled only with the faint hum of the morning outside and the sound of your breathing.

she didn’t regret last night. not even a little. the memory of the little sounds that she made you let out, the way you said her name, the warmth of your touch, the way you looked at her. it all still clung to her like a dream.

she shifted closer without thinking, careful not to wake you, and gently brushed a strand of hair away from your face. her fingers hovered for a moment, then tucked it behind your ear. you sighed softly in your sleep, leaning into the pillow, and it made her heart squeeze.

you’re so beautiful, she thought, staring at you like she’d never seen you before. what am i supposed to do now?

her mind flicked through everything—training together, grabbing food after missions. she couldn’t imagine losing any of it.

flashback

jett's hot kissed traveled down your jawline, neck and collarbone, leaving marks. her hand was everywhere, holding your hips and then pulling you into her even more with the same motion.

"jett..." your voice was barely above a whisper as she pulled her head away from your right shoulder with a pop.

"yes, 여보?" she replied, her ocean blue eyes piercing their way into yours.

"i-i've never really... done this." you admitted, feeling a little embarrassed because of this. jett was well known for being a tease with all of her friends but this time, something shifted in her eyes. instead of looking at you with the usual cocky look, she looked at you with eyes filled with love.

"that's alright. do you trust me?" all you could do was nod before she put her hands under your short, lifting it over your head and finally, she undid your bra. "you're so pretty, y/n"

heat made it's way to your cheeks, making it warm to the touch. her words sent a shiver down your spine. you felt her fingers graze your skin gently, before taking off her own shirt and sports bra that she had on.

jett leaned in again, kissing the flushed skin of your cheek before trailing her lips lower, down to the hollow of your throat. "we’ll go slow," she whispered against your skin, her breath hot, her tone softer than you’d ever heard it. "tell me if it’s too much, yeah?"

you nodded quickly, your nerves mixing with the heat rising inside you. your hands found her shoulders instinctively, gripping onto her. she smiled at the touch, pressing a kiss to your collarbone before meeting your eyes again.

"relax, y/n," she murmured, one hand gently cupping your face. "you don’t have to be nervous with me. i’ve got you."

the way she said those words made the tension in your chest loosen. your lips parted, and without thinking, you leaned forward to close the distance, capturing her mouth in a kiss that was clumsy at first, but full of want.

jett kissed you back immediately, tilting her head, guiding you, her hand sliding to the back of your neck. she smiled into it when she felt you melt against her, your hesitation slowly giving way to trust.

"see?" she whispered when she pulled back just slightly, her lips brushing against yours as she spoke. "you’re a natural."

your laugh was shaky, but real, and jett’s eyes lit up at the sound. she kissed you again before pressing you gently back into the sheets, her touch never losing that same tenderness.

her hand wandered down, only stopping when she reached your shorts. she looked at you for consent and immediately after seeing you nod, she pulled them down. her hand found its way to your core, sliding her hands against your heat, feeling the wetness through your panties. she smiled to herself, not being able to keep it in, "someone's excited."

she kissed your inner thighs while sliding down your underwear, tossing it down next to your bed. she didn't like to waste time and she didn't today either. her tongue flicking over your folds sent a shiver through your body. you inhaled shakily, your hands finding it's way to her head, pushing her down, more into your. this woman's comebacks were always on point and quick but you never would've thought the wonders it can do. one of her hands were on your thighs, keeping your legs spread, the other one lazily moving circles on your clit before moving down and circling at your entrance before pushing one finger in. this new feeling made your hips buck up into her, making jett giggle, sending vibrations through you.

she pulled away from your pussy, asking you:

"can you take another finger, pretty girl?"

all you could do was nod.

"use your words." she demanded.

"yes, please fuck-" she didn't even gave you time to finish, she pushed another one of her slender fingers in you, curling them and hitting the place that made you see stars.

your walls starting to clench around her fingers was enough for her to know that you are close.

so being jett, she pulled her mouth away from your throbbing cunt and pulling her fingers out of you.

you shot up, looking at her with lust filled eyes, pleading. "what..?"

the confusion painted over your face made her laugh before standing up and pulling down her shorts with her underwear at the same time, letting it fall to her ankle, before stepping out of it.

she climbed back up on the bed, both of her hands on each side of your head, looking down at you, "hi"

"hi." you smiled brightly, still confused of why didn't she let you finish.

she made you prop yourself up your elbows, spreading your legs before she put one of her leg over yours, and started rubbing her pussy against you. this new feeling was insane. both of your juices mixing, the wet sound you two made but especially the look on your best friend's face was enough to send you over the edge, jett held your neck, pulling you in for a kiss before both of you-

"jett...?" your voice was groggy, still laced with sleep, as your eyes fluttered open.

her face heated instantly, but she forced a smile. "uh… morning."

you blinked, processing where you were, who you were with, and the soft smile spread slowly across your lips. "morning."

the ease in your tone made some of her nerves melt away, though her pulse was still racing. she studied your face, trying to gauge what you were thinking, if you regretted it, if this was about to blow up in her face.

but then you reached for her hand, threading your fingers through hers without hesitation. "you’re overthinking," you murmured, squeezing gently.

jett blinked at you, caught off guard. "...am not."

"you so are," you teased softly, your voice still thick with sleep but steady. “what's on your mind, sunny?"

the nickname only you called her rolled off your tongue with ease.

"is this.. going to ruin... everything?" she asked. your heart tugged at the way she asked it. it was not jett-like.

"ruin everything?" you repeated gently, a soft smile tugging at your lips. "no, jett. it’s not going to ruin anything. not unless you want it to."

her eyes flickered, a storm of relief and doubt clashing behind them. "but we’re… we’re best friends. you’re the one person i—" she cut herself off, swallowing hard. "i don’t wanna lose you."

you cupped her cheek with your free hand, your thumb brushing lightly over her skin. "you're not going to lose me, silly." your voice was steady,. "last night doesn’t change the fact that you’re still my jett. it just… it means we’re closer. and i don’t regret that."

she couldn't say anything but she didn't need to. you scooted closer to her, planting a kiss on her lips.

the door bursts open, revealing phoenix. at first he had the most confused reaction painted all over his face and when he realized, it turned into shock. he didn't say a word. he just put both of his hands on the back of his neck, looking around the room with an open mouth.

"get out!" jett yelled at him from the other side of the door. and he did. he ran.

"yoru! you won't believe-"

[mrskiritani]

I am so happy that you asked because I really wanted someone to write more Valorant fics

My idea was Yoru x female or nb (whatever is more comfortable) and she’s a new agent in the protocol that just joined and she has the personality of Momo from dandadan (like you could just search it up and ChatGPT and give you a good description of the personality )and she is Japanese, but I think is also a way that they can connect that -She also respects her ancestors and they were in a clan before a collapse- so what are some headcannons of them pre dating and etc

(If this is too much I just want some yoru x Japanese reader fics)

iris - ryo kiritani

pairing : yoru x japanese!reader

warnings : general headcanonc pre-dating and during the relationship! fluff, i wanted to mention the personality as much as i possibly could

notes : google said that momo is bold, confident and has a fierce nature so i hope this lives up to your expectations!

when yoru heard that a new agent is coming from japan he hid it but was really excited

he didn't want to admit it but he really loved and missed his home.

before dating, as we know yoru is a bit well... antisocial and looks unapproachable but still wanted to get closer to you somehow, hoping that that way he can get closer to his home.

now, he had met a lots of confident people in his life, especially since he joined the valorant protocol but when he finally went up to you, he expected someone quiet and shy maybe reserved like him.

instead, you came in with a confident stance, and not afraid to say what you think

yoru adored that

obviously he didn't let that show.

but it also threw him off so hard that for once, he was the one caught staring.

yoru -again- pretends like he doesn't care but SOMEHOW he's always there at your training or shoot arounds.

the way you carry yourself -and the gun- really caught his eyes

he doesn't really know how to start a conversation naturally, so he'll just complain about stuff or other agents just to hear your replies

even though you were japanese, yoru fell for you even more after hearing about your background/your clan, and your respect for ancestors

he carries a lot of pride in his heritage, too. the first time you bring it up, he goes quiet for once, then nods with a soft, reverent look.

he offers to spar with you under the excuse of "testing your skills," but really, he just wants more excuses to spend time together.

at first he goes too hard (because that’s how yoru is), but when you match his intensity without flinching?

that man is IMPRESSED.

your confidence, obviously attracts attention from other agents—phoenix cracks jokes with you, neon drags you along to hangouts, brimstone praises your skills.

and yoru hates how easily everyone gets along with you.

he’ll sulk in the corner and mutter under his breath, but if anyone points it out, he snaps "shut up, i’m not jealous."

after he finally got the courage to ask you out, first date was at an asian restaurant.

he’ll bring you small things from the store when he portals out like pocky, bottled tea, little snacks from back home.

he doesn’t say why, just tosses them your way and mutters, "saw it, thought you’d want it."

it’s his way of showing care without having to admit it.

he gets used to slipping into japanese when talking to you, even if others are around. it feels natural.

your personality means you probably tease him back, call him out, or get close just to fluster him.

and it works.

yoru tries to act unaffected, rolling his eyes, but the tips of his ears always turn red.

before dating, he struggles a lot with wanting to be close to you but also being scared, you know?

this man was scared shitless before asking you if he could be your boyfriend

you said no, just to play with him

but after seeing the confusion and embarrassment on his face, "i was just joking, of course."

he immediately rolled his eyes and pushed your shoulder lightly, making you laugh.

during the relationship, people don't understand how did yoru pull you.

they knew your personality and they knew yoru's but somehow, it worked out.

you were both knew for your bold personalities and some agents may even think that's what made you two the perfect pair.

teasing and making fun of each other back and fourth is your love language.

your ability to switch from a couple to serious agents on a mission is insane.

you two would be acting like you didn't even kiss before you came here????

but that is what makes you guys the perfect pair to take on missions.

after getting back to the hq for example after a rough mission and all you guys want is to lay in each others arms, and just being

these nights is when yoru reminds himself that maybe home is not a country.

[mrskiritani]

Very specific prompt... Sova visiting Y/N, but he visited too early, so he decided to stop by their job (they are a barista). Totally not self-inserting here (*゜▽゜)_□

coffee - sasha novikov

pairing : sova x gn!reader

warnings : nothing. fluff, people in love, short again but i hope it lived up to your expectations!!

notes : i believe i follow you on my main and i just had to say i LOVE your drawings and you are sooo talented!!!

the bell above the café rung, and you didn't expect for him to be the person walking in. bow slung casually over his shoulder like nothing.

it wasn't hard to spot sova even in the crowded café at the afternoon. him towering over everyone and searching for you with his eyes.

the moment his gaze landed on you, his gaze softened instantly. you felt your breath hitch, your fingers tightening slightly around the warm mug between your hands, feeling a smile growing on your lips.

he shot a smile to you before finding a place to sit down. he settled into a chair close to the window. your co-worker noticing you following him with your eyes decided to help you out and took the mug out of your hands, nudging you towards the russian man.

"what are you doing here?" you asked as you reached him.

"i missed you too." he 'answered' with a cheeky grin. "i went to your apartment but you weren't there."

"yeah, one of the workers is sick so i had to stay a bit longer." you started when the blonde man looked up at you from his seat, pulling you down, holding both sides of your face with his big hands and planting a kiss on your forehead.

the kiss was gentle. his palms were warm against your cheeks, steadying you. for a moment, the clinking of cups, the chatter of customers, the hiss of the espresso machine blurred into the background.

you blinked at him. "you can’t just do that in public," you whispered, though your voice carried no real protest.

"why not?" sova replied, his lips tugging into a soft smile. "everyone should know you are mine." the words were spoken so naturally, so effortlessly.

your face grew warmer, and you tried to hide it by sliding into the chair across from him. "i'm at work. i need to keep it professional but you're making it really hard. " you muttered, though the smile that crept onto your lips betrayed you.

he leaned back in his seat, eyes never leaving you. the setting sunlight streaming through the window caught the edges of his hair, turning it into a soft gold. he looked impossibly at ease with the bow propped carefully against the wall, his long fingers resting lightly on the table.

"your fault for looking beautiful." he said calmly, his accent low enough that only you could hear. "i missed you. it has been too long."

you fiddled with the sleeves of your apron, smiling gently. "it’s only been a few days."

"and every hour felt like a month," he countered without hesitation.

before you could respond, your co-worker passed by again, smirking knowingly as they slid a fresh cup of coffee onto the table for him. "on the house," they said cheerfully before disappearing back behind the counter.

you buried your face in your hands with a groan.

sova chuckled, the sound rich and warm, and reached across the table, gently tugging one of your hands away from your face. his thumb brushed across your knuckles, lingering.

you sat there for a long moment, your hand in his. outside, the world went on, but between you two it always felt like there weren't anyone else.

"you know," you said finally, voice soft, "you’re making it hard to send you away."

he smiled, that same small, tender curve of his lips that was only ever for you. "good," he murmured, squeezing your hand gently. "because i do not plan on going anywhere."

you rolled your eyes before getting up and going back to your work. the evening went on, people going home from their jobs stopping by the café, students who were studying in the other side of the shop left and soon enough it was only you, sova and the other workers.

you told you'll lock the café so they can go home. one of your co-workers handed you the keys before making their way out, the bell ringing above the door.

you didn't had a lots of things to do anymore other than cleaning the desks and putting away a few leftover cups. sova insisted on helping you just so you two can leave as soon as possible and honestly, how could you say no?

so now, it was sova pushing in the chairs that customers didn't, picking up boxes that had to be taken to the backside, and the pastries that were originally on display has now been placed in the fridge overnight.

after making sure everything was clean and it was where it needed to be, sova opened the door for you, holding it and then walking out after you. the sign on the window that a few hours ago said 'open' was now flipped to the 'closed' side.

sova's hand ghosted over your waist as you made sure the door was locked.

the sun now almost fully set, painted a orange glow across the street, stretching long shadows over the cobblestones.

sova’s hand, no longer ghosting, finally rested against your waist, steady and protective in its touch. you turned your head slightly, catching his gaze in the reflection of the café window. his eyes, usually so sharp and calculating, looked calmer here, softened by the colors of dusk.

"all done," you said quietly, slipping the keys into your pocket.

"perfect," he replied, his voice low once again. "you worked a lot today. now you rest."

you huffed a laugh under your breath, shaking your head. "you make it sound like i have a choice."

he smiled faintly, tilting his head. "you do. but i am stubborn. i will keep you company, whether you like it or not."

the street had grown quiet, most people already home for the evening. the lamps overhead flickered on, bathing the path in a soft golden light. you walked together, close enough that your shoulders brushed with every step, his hand occasionally brushing against yours until finally, he laced his fingers with yours.

"i do not often get moments like this," sova admitted after a pause, his thumb stroking gently across your knuckles. "no missions. only… you."

the weight of his words sank into you, warming your chest. you squeezed his hand, smiling to yourself.

he looked down at you, that rare, tender smile pulling at his lips again.

[mrskiritani]

How about some Iso fanfiction? No theme in particular, have fun with this one

just like a movie - li zhao yu

pairing : iso x gender neutral!reader

warning : i haven't been writing for a few months now so sorry if this is crappy💀, nothing really, grumpy x sunshine(?), agent!reader, fluff, also a bit short, sorry for that, i'll try to write more in depth, but i still hope y'all liked it!!

synopsis : after a long day, iso doesn't want anything more than to be with his favorite person on the earth.

it was a long day. actually, 'long' couldn't even describe it. it was around 5:30pm when iso finally got to go back to his room. the day was filled with training, shooting around in the range and an unexpected mission that he had to go to.

he was slowly walking to his room, shoulders and back sore, legs hurting from his shoes and a tired expression painted on his face.

as he stepped in front of his door, letting the face scanner scan his face, another door opened behind him and before he had the chance to realize what was happening, you were already in his arms.

"hi." you murmured, nuzzling your face into his shoulders, feeling his hands sneak around your waist, pulling you close and resting his head on yours.

"hi." his voice was low, almost a whisper. his chest rose and fell slowly against you, the steady rhythm grounding both of you.

for a moment, he didn’t move. the hallway was quiet, dimly lit, and all he could feel was your warmth pressed against him. his fingers tightened slightly on your waist, as if to reassure himself you were really there.

"you’re back late," you said softly, not pulling away, your words muffled against the fabric of his shirt.

"mhm," he hummed in agreement. "long one."

after another few seconds, he finally pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes heavy with exhaustion but soft in a way they weren’t with anyone else. "i missed you."

"i missed you too."

he didn’t say anything after that, just laced his fingers with yours and led you inside. his room was dark, until he decided to switch on the lamp next to his bed. he let out a breath, as he sank onto the mattress and pulled you down with him.

you curled against his chest, your ear pressed right over his heart, listening to it's beat, slow and steady, each thump matching the rise and fall of his chest. his arm draped lazily around you, his other hand absently tracing shapes along your back.

"training was brutal," he started, voice rough but low. "hours on the range, then they dragged me out on a mission… didn’t even see it coming." his words rumbled through his chest, and you hummed softly in acknowledgment, the sound vibrating against him.

he let his head fall back against the pillow, eyes slipping shut as he continued talking—about the mission, about how the gear weighting heavy and hurting his back, about how his shoes had practically cut into his feet.

his hand slid down your arm, fingers running through yours, then drifted back up to comb through your hair slowly, carefully. "been hard to sleep lately," he admitted quietly, mostly to himself. "can’t shut my head off." his voice trailed, softer now, his touch steady. "but… not when you’re here."

he glanced down, ready to say more, only to notice your breathing had evened out. your hand, once playing lightly against his chest, had stilled, resting limply over his heart. a faint smile tugged at his lips.

he brushed his thumb gently over your arm and whispered, "figures…" but there was no frustration in it.

and for the first time in days, maybe even weeks or more, his eyelids felt heavy. with you nestled next to him, he can finally rest.

[mrskiritani]

#thinking is the valorant fandom still alive? cause i would love to take requests and write for different agents mainly because i have to take a break from my main😭😭

so if anyone sees this and has a request, feel free to send it in my inbox!!

i'll write any agent tbh but only fem and gender neutral reader

smut, fluff, angst anything