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I AM SCREAMIIIINNGGGGGG 😭😭
WE FINALLY GOT SOME ACTUAL LORE OMGGGGGGG
The way alpha sova was the reason why omega sova lost his left eye was something i DID NOT expected AT ALL (js a theory btw)
We saw what Sage being unconscious costs to Valorant in omega and boy, we need her SO bad.
And viper x chamber scenes???? ARE U KIDDIN ME????
We are fed, ladies and gentleman.
Fucking finally.
One Bed
Having to share a bed after a long mission!
(Chamber, Yoru, Gekko, Sage)
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Chamber :
“There is only one bed? I should’ve paid more in advance.”
Chamber immediately is trying to think of ways to buy a new bed - even if you’re in the middle of nowhere.
It’s easier for him to buy comfort and solve it that way then have things be awkward with his co-worker.
Thankfully, you tell him it’s more than fine and you can each stick to your respective sides. Afterall, it had been a long mission day.
Chamber does stick to his side like quite the gentleman. Except he keeps feeling you turn and toss in bed. He slowly moves a hand out.
“You’re okay? You seem to be swimming in the sheets.”
His cadence made you laugh as you only nodded, telling him your limbs weren’t shutting down after such a battle.
“Ah. I see. Do you.. Need help?” He opened his arm up giving you one opportunity.
Once snuggled in, Chamber waits till you fall asleep. But once you do? He’s out like a light. He appreciates closeness like this given he rarely indulges in it himself.
You were more than worn out - dead tired. Well, thankfully not dead, given the mission you were on only an hour ago. The team had arrived at a cabin lodging in backwoods Alaska for some much deserved rest. Chamber and you had been assigned as bunk partners for the night which you didn’t mind. The man was dramatic sometimes but he knew boundaries and was very respectful.
“What? Oh non.” You heard the French mans voice drain as he walked in the room. The beds - or well, bed - had been tiny. The room was not suitable for two people.
“Maybe I may buy another room? I cannot have this for either of us.” Chamber turned to exit the room but your palm stopped him.
“You heard the clerk. These were the only rooms they had.” You could feel the gravel in your throat, your body one blink away from collapsing. You could honestly care less if you had to share - you just needed sleep.
“I-Are you sure?” Chamber questioned as he slowly walked back into the room. You could only manage a nod.
The bed sheets were scratchy and the mattress old. The fiery jolts of pain still zapping through your muscles like subtle reminders of earlier.
“You are very tired but you cannot rest?” Chamber’s voice came out from his side of the bed.
“Very astute of you.” You growled out before you could stop yourself. The fatigue breaking any walls of manners you usually had.
“Pardon. I didn’t mean it like that. I meant.. Are you okay?” He reworded his question. His hand slowly settling onto the side of your arm.
You just shrugged. You didn’t have the energy to put into words how your body worked but you also knew you weren’t okay.
“May I help you?” Chamber’s voice was closer now, his head above your form as he stared down. You expected the rush of nervousness but it never came. The exhaustion beating whatever you could’ve felt.
“Sure.” You murmured, not sure what to expect.
Chamber’s hands wrapped slowly around your side. His nimble fingers worked soothing patterns in the fabric of your shirt.
Only after a while did you feel your body slowly start shutting down. The warmth and repetitiveness putting you in some kind of trance.
“Goodnight, Chamber.”
“Bonne nuit.”
Yoru :
“You sleep on the floor.” is the first thing you heard out of Yoru’s mouth as you walked in.
He’s such a gentleman isn't he? (Absolutely not.)
Anyways, he doesn’t fully mean it. Eventually he comes out ‘allowing’ you to sleep next to him.
“As long as you don’t move I won’t stab you. Now go to sleep.”
He won’t initiate any contact but if your foot even brushes him then he accepts his fate - not without a muttered curse or two.
Eventually he gets done with the antics and pulls your body back onto his.
“You’re lucky.” is all he whispers before he passes out, a smug smirk on his face despite hating the one bed situation.
“You’ll sleep on the floor.” Yoru grunted, his eyes narrowing as he walked into the room.
You didn’t even have to step in to know what he meant. The small lodgings that the team had stopped at was janky to say the least. Which meant that you and your ‘bunk partner’ Yoru had one bed.
Your eyes trailed over to Yoru as you stepped in giving him a look that could only be described as done. You didn’t even have to say anything as your energy got across to him.
“Fine. As long as you don’t move I won’t have to stab you.” His hand flicked over to the left side of the bed.
It wasn’t long before the both of you were settled awkwardly into the sheets. Yoru’s breath and the old radiator was the only thing you could hear.
“Goodnight.” You stretched out, your foot pushing and accidentally tangling with Yoru’s. Much to your surprise he didn’t push away or make a comment. The man only let out a grunt, his body slowly inching towards you as every minute passed.
Eventually he’s tired with the long game and tugs you into him by the waist. He doesn’t give any reason - Yoru rarely does.
“You’re lucky”, is the only thing you heard as your eyes fluttered shut.
Indeed, you were lucky.
Gekko :
“Oh! Sleepover time!”
Gekko is actually a bit excited to share the bed. He’s always openly affectionate with his friends - and you for that matter.
He asks if it’s okay if you guys shared it, which of course it was. He then proceeds to ask if you’d be fine with “completely normal cuddle time”.
He’s awkward but enthusiastic. Once you say it’s okay he hops into bed and cuddles his face right into your shoulder. His arms are wrapped around your waist like you’ll fly away if he lets go.
“We deserved this after earlier! Wait- how do you still smell good? This is criminal.”
Gekko was practically jumping when you two got in the old hotel room. You honestly didn’t know where he stored all that energy - definitely after such a grueling mission.
“Sleepover time! LETS GO!!!” He fistbumped the air as he made his way towards the bed. His eyes fogged for a second before he turned back to you. “That’s fine, right? You’re chill with this?”
You could only laugh. That was one of the many things you liked about Gekko. He was a joyful person but he didn’t let that overtake manners.
“Of course it’s fine.” You sat down on the edge of the bed, slowly unlacing your boots.
Gekko had flopped onto the other side, already beginning to crawl over. His arm slowly wrapped around your waist as his face pressed into your back.
“Can we.. cuddle? I think we deserve it, ya’ know?” His voice was slightly nervous which only made your heart warm even more.
“Sure.”
“Yes!” He paused as his hand wrapped tighter around you. You could feel his nose crinkling against your back. “How do you still smell good? I smell like a barn..!”
“What’s new?” You joked as you leaned back to slip him beside you. He only threw his hands up in mock anger.
“This is criminal!”
Sage :
Sage immediately sees the bed and feels bad for both of you.
“I’m sorry. I wasn’t aware it was one bed. Will you be able to get sleep like this?”
She doesn’t really ask if sharing the bed is okay. She just thinks of it like the mission. Not that she doesn’t care for your boundaries - she absolutely does!
The moment you both got into bed she gets tense. Not from the proximity, just from the stresses of the day.
She sits up a bit to lotion her legs and arms. She usually has a set routine at home.
She of course notices you staring as well.
“Would you like some?” She pours some of the lotion on your limbs with a smile. Her hands were warm as she rubbed them in.
You hadn’t expected her to go above and beyond but you weren’t complaining. Given her powers she always knew how to be soothing.
In no time the two of you were asleep, hands brushing together in the middle and feet tangled up in the sheets.
Sage always had a routine before bed. She needed it given how her body felt after rejuvinating everyone else - along with the stresses of organizing missions.
Tonight was no different.
Despite sharing a bed, she found her limbs aching for lotion and the usual roll out. She had hoped that you wouldn’t think of her odd but she had to do it.
Her hands rubbed the lavender lotion against her skin, the aches and pains dulling from the tedious mission.
She looked back as she felt eyes on her. Your eyes.
“Would you like some?” She finished with her own legs, her hands turning towards yours. You could only nod as you pushed up.
You had expected her to plop some lotion in your hands and tell you to rub it in. Nope.
She had started rubbing deep circles into your calves, your body relaxing immediately.
“Lavender helps with sleep. Don’t resist it.” She whispered softly, her hands making their rounds before she settled next to you.
The sides of your hands brushed as she moved her feet to tangle against yours under the sheets. She only gave you a soft smile as her pinky intertwined with yours.
“Night night.” Her voice cooed, her glowing eyes finally shutting.
“Night, Sage. Thank you.” You whispered back, your pinky tightening slightly.
hello hydra !
your writing style is so cute and I feel like your characterisation is really great too :)
if you're in the mood to write I'd request some headcannons on what you think chamber, jett and iso would be like in the pining/crushing stage
not sure if you're okay with anons so feel free to ignore if not ! have a nice day🌷
a heart after you — !!
[ chamber, jett, iso x gn!reader ]
valorant agents pining after you
cw -> fluff, reader is an agent, typical mentions of weapons
notes -> anon you made my whole day omg thank you!! i'm not familiar with iso so i'm sorry if he is a little ooc ): sorry this took ten years
chamber
— there are two sides to vincent being in love
— the first side is the side he is quite loud about. flirting, gifts, and compliments out the wazoo
— its especially noticeable in front of your colleagues. out on the field he’s flirting with you between rounds, appraising your clutch plays or quick thinking
— if you have setups to play off of he’s praising that as well, and if you don’t he’ll happily follow along to any plans you may have to defend site
— it doesn’t even have to be related to the mission, either. he’ll compliment your attire (even if its not exactly his style), even engage in some friendly-flirty conversation when there is some down time
— the other side is much more subtle
— although he is all about flashy gifts and obvious comments, the other part of him wants to show its not just a façade
— vincent’s favorite past-time is the time you two spend in his workshop together. it starts as a friendly offer to repair some of your gear for free but soon evolves into somewhat of a hang-out spot
— despite him swearing up and down he can’t focus with another person in the room, you’re almost always found in there. just don’t mention how his projects always go by the fastest when you’re there
— he also likes to bounce ideas off of you. thoughts on his latest project, any ideas for his next project, that sort of thing
— even if you aren’t well-versed in what he does he believes your opinion matters
— he also enjoys conversing with you, getting to know you on a deeper level
— during hq-wide functions (parties thrown by the younger agents), he’ll keep you company and chat your ear off. even suffers through a few rounds of mariokart (or whatever else is playing) just to see you smile when you absolutely destroy him
— or on the training deck, engaging in light conversation while waiting for your turn
— also will indulge in some of your hobbies, even if they may not particularly strike his eye
— you’re an outdoorsy person and want to go on a hike with him? he’ll be there, though not exactly dressed appropriately for the occasion. you like to play video games? sure, just don’t miss the blush on his face when you laugh because he messed up
— though, the entire time he’s tossing around compliments and flirtatious banter. the difference is just who is around
— vincent in love is someone who wears it on his sleeve, but refuses to admit it in fear of rejection (somebody save him please)
jett
— sunwoo is cheeky when she is in love with someone
— all of her voice lines are quite playful, especially her ones to phoenix
— so its not much of a surprise that a lot of her dialogue with you is playful and light-hearted
— out on the field she’s your own personal cheer squad. when you make a good play or clutch up, she’s rooting and asking everyone else “did you see that?”
— she’s also calling you a lot of nicknames, both in english and korean. think similarly to her calling phoenix “pretty boy”
— she also does a lot of showing off, yes even a bit more than she does already
— crushing it in training, even if brimstone reprimands her for not playing with the team. she’ll use exclusively her knives, updrafting and dashing around like nobody’s business
— even just around hq she has to do it. carrying heavy things for you, twirling her knives around casually, even telling you about the ace she scored the other day
— despite this she will always turn to you for quick-thinking decisions or guidance on the field
— outside of the showing-off, she likes to spend a lot of time with you
— sunwoo will invite you around to eat and explore, weaving in and out of shops with you. will drag you along to explore the different sites during downtime
— is the first to challenge you to whatever player v player game is being played, and occasionally she will purposefully try to lose just to see you laugh
— likes to share her craft with you. even if she is cooking for the whole protocol she’ll invite you to join her and help. always asks you to taste whatever she’s making, and takes your input very seriously
— also yaps to you endlessly to her friends. won’t do it when you are around, obviously, but the other agents end up knowing more about you through her than through yourself
— although being playful and free-natured there are small moments which tell you she does care
— if you’re telling a story, whether in a crowd or just to her, she’s completely captivated by what you say, hanging on the edge of every syllable
— at the end of missions you are the first one she finds, even if it went smooth with no casualty. she’ll brush it off with a playful remark or two but you can tell she’s worried about you
— sunwoo is confident in her feelings for you, but still needs a little bit of a push to admit it
iso
— zhao is mysterious as he is gleeful when he is in love
— unlike jett and chamber he is unlikely to show you how he feels through words and more through actions
— although, yes, he’ll still speak to you and compliment you, its not as flashy or as forward as the other two here
— he tends to gravitate towards you on missions. for some strange reason he finds you ground him and he can focus more than he already is
— if you have any setups he’s asking you how you want him to play off of it, if you don’t he’s asking if you have any plans for defense or where you want him to be
— when you do something impressive like an ace or a clutch, he’ll praise you with a thumbs up and a grin. if he thinks the other agents aren’t recognizing your talent he’ll say a simple sentiment to get them to catch on
— he also enjoys listening to the music that you listen to. he’ll ask you for some of your recommendations and immediately put it on his playlists
— if you pay close enough attention you can tell when a song of yours comes on by the way he’ll randomly grin
— that being said he’ll also share some of his music too. is not the best with words, so sharing his music is sharing a part of himself with you. if he hears it come up in your playlist it sends him over the moon
— sometimes even finds himself listening to music that perfectly outlines his situation (cough love songs). though he won’t ever admit it
— if you’d ever ask he would definitely share his earbuds with you
— will also randomly invite you to listen to music with him. probably something like “____ came out with a new album, would you like to listen to it with me?”
— outside of music (although it is everywhere), he enjoys just spending time with you together
— zhao’s favorite thing is to just sit together with you. can be in silence, can be with music playing, but your presence is what keeps him. often won’t speak, just the two of you doing your own separate thing but together
— during events at hq he’ll stick by your side, whether or not the two of you are in a crowd. will play the party-mandated player v player game with you, but don’t expect him to go too easy on you
— invites you out, with just him. won’t be anything too crazy, maybe a walk along the shoreline or to gaze at the night sky
— he’s just as observant as he is sentimental
— he’ll watch you train just to offer you a few tips, or shift to follow your lead without anything needing to be said
— on the same note he’ll quietly observe your interests, mostly during the quiet one-on-one time you two share. he’ll take a little time to learn about it before asking you if you wanted to try it together (if possible)
— occasionally buys you gifts, think small like keychains or other trinkets. will brush it off with a “thought of you” but its not too far off the truth
— he’ll compliment you as well, though not nearly as much. but each time he says a sentiment, you can tell he really means it
— zhao, albeit a bit awkward, knows what he feels and expresses it in his own way. by the time you two actually get together, half of protocol thought you’d already been dating for six months
PAIRING : sub!vincent “chamber” fabron (valorant) x dom!gn!reader.
SYNOPSIS : chamber wants you. he needs you. he’d do anything just to go on even one date with you. unfortunately, you’ve always rejected him. maybe you were in a good mood, maybe you finally caved, or maybe it was the way his money talked that had you accept his offer on a date.
TAGS : 3k+ words, smut, financial domination, prostitution (just going to tag this for safety measure), coworkers fucking, car sex, remote-controlled vibrator, orgasm control, standing oral (reader receiving), fingering, alley sex, cum stained glasses lol, body worship, exhibitionism, semi-public sex, voyeurism, humiliation, cumming untouched, male masturbation mentioned (naughty chamber!), sweetish ending.
NOTES : | 9/7/25 | i had so much fun writing this fic! probably the first fic i’m actually proud of?? this is actually my second attempt writing this specific fic, and i like this version sooo much better. thank you for my amazing friend who helped me edit this <3.
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ It started small.
A small offer to get you your morning coffee turned into a routine. Spending time with the rest of the agents outside of base, whether that was at the club or a restaurant, meant that your tab was always taken care of. Your complaints about the recoil of your gun have manifested as a gift box that lay atop your bed; inside was a [vandal/phantom/ex.] specifically designed for you in your favorite color.
You’re never one to decline gifts, not at all. Your fingers are toying with the gun that lies across your lap. With the smooth, raised edges and the intricacy of the design, you know: no professional colleague would go out of their way to give anyone a gift so specific if there wasn’t any interest involved.
You examine the note that accompanied the gift.
“From Vincent “Chamber” Fabron.”
Before setting the note down, you take one last look at Chamber’s neat handwriting. Refined and perfect.
You set the gift box aside, and you’ll figure out where to place it in your room another time. For now, you need to get ready for bed.
A smirk makes its way to your lips as you make your way to your bathroom. You’ll have to confront him soon when you two are alone.
Vincent was a calculated man; every action had intention. However, he was seen as the respectable and reliable sentinel within the protocol, depending on who you’d ask. To you, he was pathetic and desperate.
With every interaction, it was clear that he yearned for your attention, affection, and love.
“[Codename], you must let me take you out sometime. Dinner, dancing, I know the perfect place.” He would flirt with you, just as you were about to enter the site.
“The only way you’d be able to take me out on a date is if you paid me.” You’d flatly decline, checking your equipment to make sure you had everything.
“That can be arranged, [mon chéri/ma chérie].”
Who knew how literal Vincent would take your words?
He was the puppy with its tail wagging delightfully between its legs as it delivered your coffee every morning. You didn’t have to look at any price tag because he would always be sure to put his card down. It was an extravagant gift after another, thanking him and reminding him that no, he still can’t take you out on that date that he’s been dreaming of.
Every gift felt soulless; you didn’t know what he was thinking each time he hit “confirm purchase.” However, this gift is the one that is decorated and designed with you in mind. It was all the confirmation you needed that Vincent was completely infatuated with you.
Each step towards his room was one with pride; you were going to push Vincent’s desperation to its limits.
°:. *₊ ° . ° .•
Vincent’s eyes grew wide from the words that slipped past your lip, “Really?”
Before you can respond to his small plea, Vincent clears the tense moment with a cough.
“So, how much money would I need to send you for your company, mon cœur?”
You look up in thought, testing the waters, “How does ten thousand dollars sound?”
“Is that it?” Vincent challenges.
His cockiness, you can’t help but laugh at it.
“Well then, how about ten thousand dollars, you take me to the most expensive restaurant in town,” you begin to list, approaching slowly until you are right in front of Vincent’s face, “and you’ll let me borrow your black card.”
“Deal.” Vincent agrees, no hesitation, and without a doubt.
You don’t let the shock show on your face; instead, you blow a puff in his face that makes Vincent’s face scrunch up. You bring your palm up in expectancy. Timidly, he reaches into his back pocket for his wallet, sliding the card into your hand. Your fingers close around it, noting his eyes that can’t seem to meet yours, his cheeks flushed.
“You’ll regret this, Vincent.”
There’s a small pause, but without missing a beat.
“This is exactly what I want.”
°:. *₊ ° . ° .•
Vincent shifts in his seat as he glances over the menu; all the words are illegible, and he’s completely distracted by the feeling of the pretty, pink vibrator buried in his ass, the same vibrator you bought using his own card. Vincent crosses his legs from underneath the table, applying pressure to his already painfully hard cock. He recalled being on all fours, his hands and knees being cushioned by the backseat of his car as you lathered lube onto your fingers, circling his puckered ass.
Your cruel words echo in his mind: “You want me to use this on you, right? You’re paying me extra if you want me to put it in you.”
He remembers how quickly he followed your order when you told him, “Exhale for me.”
Once Vincent’s sigh reached your ears, you eased one finger into him. You relished in the abrupt moan that left him as you began to move your finger. Vincent’s nails dug into the cushions of the backseat as your fingers teasingly moved side to side, stretching him open. You felt Vincent’s body trembling as you fingerfucked his tight ass. Cooing words of comfort, your other hand soothingly rubbing the small of his back as you sheathed another digit. His tightness clung desperately to your fingers, every roll of his hips pressing back into your hand: a wordless plea for more.
Precum drips embarrassingly off his pink, flushed tip and stains his briefs, as he bites his lip at the memory. Vincent’s mind would continue to wander, distracted and unable to hear your question. A yelp that turns into a quiet whine makes it past his lips, having hit his knee on the table in shock when the vibrator moves faster and intensely against his walls.
“I asked you what you recommend on the menu.” You repeat, your words dripping in impatience.
The way your fingers toy with the remote of the vibrator reflected in Vincent’s glasses.
He swallows thickly, shaky hands bringing the menu back up, trying his best to hide his flusteredness, and trying even harder to ignore the bliss that rang inside him.
Vincent scrunches his eyebrows together, desperately wanting to grind his bulge against the seat.
“I’d probably recommend the steak,” he stutters out, practically drooling at the teasing speed you had set on the vibrator, picking up and lowering the intensity as you saw fit. Vincent’s display is just so precious, you couldn’t help but relieve yourself by crossing your legs, granting you some friction to your heated groin.
“I’ll get the steak then,” you tell the nearby waiter just as they are about to pass your table.
Though with the look of hunger in Vincent’s eyes, it is obvious that he isn’t going to make it past the appetizers.
He is starving.
Vincent’s eyes are stuck staring at the clothed dinner table.
His foot taps anxiously, face burning underneath the palms of his hands. Vincent can’t bring himself to look at anyone else, humiliated by the pleasure he is receiving from underneath. But then, if he looks at you, he knows surely he’ll come undone.
He is trapped.
Vincent’s cock aches with need, and muffled voices echo throughout the restaurant, while his heart thumps in his chest.
Surely one of those voices is whispering about how perverted he is, you’d taunt.
You revel in the small whimper that escaped him. A noise like that can easily be swept away by the rest of the chatter in the busy restaurant, but no, all your attention and focus are on your pathetic coworker.
It is a frequent thought you have: the sentinel that held point with ease on his own, the same man who could easily dominate the battlefield with his equipment and skill, the type that made enemies reconsider their purpose, the refined and perfect man. Yet here he is, falling apart and making a mess inside his pants, all because of the small vibrator twitching against his prostate.
Vincent’s frames have slipped down the bridge of his nose, staring up at you through wet lashes. Drool dribbles down the side of his mouth, and his body heaves from his heavy pants.
You love him like this.
The vibrations are at their highest magnitude; his grip on the table turned his knuckles white as the toy tipped Vincent nearly to the edge. Rubbing deliciously up against his walls, Vincent’s cock twitches at each buzz that sends an electric shock up his spine.
He’s never ached for a greater pleasure, continuously shifting in his seat. His lips part, quickly shutting just as they open, and glancing at you briefly before looking back down.
“You look like you want to say something.” You remark, taking notice of the way his body trembles from your words.
Vincent bites back a whimper, sending you a glare from across the table.
“Stop teasing me, I’m so close.”
Gosh, he’s so pathetic, you almost feel bad.
Almost.
“Now we can’t have that,” you say, leaning across the table, “you’ll cum when I say you can.”
Your vulgar words send a throb to the head of his cock, making it ten times harder for Vincent not to lose his self-control, to not cum in his slacks at that very moment.
Vincent is comparable to a small puppy, begging you through whines and whimpers to get what he wants. He is so embarrassed, Vincent can’t believe he is about to cum just from his prostate being stimulated. He can’t cum from just this.
Please don’t make him cum from just this.
You lay your chin atop your palm, tilting your head, “You know we can stop all this teasing, get to the main course.”
Looking up in faux thought, you remind him, “Though it’s going to cost you.”
All of these charades are transactional.
Vincent throws a band onto the table, completely covering the meal that hadn’t arrived yet and the tip.
“You and your wallet can handle it.” You reassure, letting him drag you out of the restaurant.
°:. *₊ ° . ° .•
Your fingers intertwine around Vincent’s chestnut-brown locks, guiding his head from between your legs. You kept yourself upright against the brick wall, letting out a heavy sigh as Vincent is teasing your [clit/head of your cock] with his tongue. He bobs his head, sucking you passionately like he’s been starving.
In a way, he has been.
With all your relentless yet pleasureful torment, Vincent couldn’t make it to his car.
He needed you, now.
So here he is, on his knees, the filthy ground dirtying his dress pants. His cock is sprung free, the chilled air brushing lightly against it while the vibrator hums lightly against his p-spot. It’s sweet torture; worshipping your thighs and pelvic area with kisses and sucks, but not being able to touch himself in return.
Grinding up against his face, sometimes making it difficult for him to breathe; you are overwhelming him with the taste of your precum and your scent. It was embarrassing to admit that he’s had similar fantasies, but none were as ravenous as the scenario happening now. Vincent would find himself fisting his pathetic cock every night to the thought of you. You plagued his mind despite all the ways you’ve rejected him. Vincent is still willing to be at your beck and call. If being obedient meant getting a sliver or crumb of your notice, then he’d happily oblige, even if that meant making an embarrassment of himself in front of your colleagues or strangers.
With his dreams becoming a reality, he could get addicted to this.
“How often do you think about [eating me out/sucking my cock]?” You mock, having enjoyment in the way each word caved in on him.
“Quite often, mon trésor,” Vincent purrs, removing his mouth from you and nudging his cheek against your thigh.
“Yeah?” You taunt.
Vincent lets out a shuddering breath, kissing your thigh.
“Practically every night,” he muses.
“That’s what I like to hear,” you chuckle, pushing his head back down, relishing in the sudden whine that left him.
You can’t forget that anyone can catch both of you, but quite frankly, you don’t care.
Vincent has completely broken down, and you are in complete bliss.
Being paid to let Vincent [eat you out/suck your cock], you can only fantasize about all the luxuries you’d buy yourself once you drained yourself down his throat. There isn’t a better feeling for Vincent compared to being between your legs and having his lips wrapped so prettily around your [cunt/cock].
His heart aches, imagining how much money you’d ask for to let you fuck him properly. But your [cunt/cock] in his mouth means everything to him and more.
While Vincent’s prostate is being stimulated while he [greedily laps at your cunt/hollows his cheeks around your shaft], somewhere in his [pussy/cock] drunk haze, he knows this is heaven. Not the endless void that surrounded him before being revived, but the [sweetness between your folds/precum that dribbles from the tip of your cock].
His natural devotion has the knot in your stomach coil tighter, your other hand reaching out to caress the side of his cheek. Vincent looks so beautiful, eyes glossy, with drool and your essence dripping down his chin.
Vincent has never looked any better.
None of his designer suits, fancy watches, or expensive shoes could make him look just as ravishing. You aren’t afraid to confess: you liked Vincent best right after a fight. He’s bruised, bloodied, and despite looking so helpless, that defiant spark is probably why you wish to see how far you can push him.
You drank up all his reactions; toying with him is the best entertainment. Acting like a sexual mess in the restaurant, and now he’s a greedy slut with his [nose rubbing against your clit/hand cupping your balls].
Even with the sounds of cars passing by and conversations among people that get blocked out by the sounds of Vincent’s slurps. Tucked away between two walls, unseen by anyone, it’s almost as exhilarating as the secret relationship —if you could even consider it a relationship —you had with Vincent within the protocol.
Even with a fragment of privacy, Vincent feels much more comfortable whoring himself out to you. The ground beneath him puddles up with an intoxicating mixture of precum and slobber; he’s beginning to get antsy. Knees aching, his dress pants aren’t made for him to be on his knees.
Vincent feels himself getting close again, the rhythm of the vibrator intensifying and slowing down, its teasing pace not exactly helping his predicament. Surely you know Vincent can’t keep enduring all this pleasure; his body needs to release all of his built-up tension.
Goosebumps litter his body, his actions getting sloppier by the second. Harsh pulses of the toy vibrate fastly against his prostate, his hole being abused by the vibrator’s ministrations under your control. Your [cunt/cock] is completely soaked, hooking one of your legs over Vincent’s shoulder for leverage, ushering him closer despite his [tongue already deeply fucking your cunt/your cock already meeting the back of his throat, gagging him]. His mouth feels warm around you. Each time Vincent lifts his head to get a breath of fresh air, the wind brushes against your sensitive [cunt/cock], making you recall your surroundings.
Vincent feels small underneath your intense gaze, his needy cock quivering, working your own [cunt/cock] with his tongue, flicking at the sensitive nerves. His cock is neglected, his eyes practically begging you to allow him to cum, to give his leaking cock the release it needs, and to paint his mouth with your cum.
That’s when a cheeky idea comes to his mind.
Vincent releases his lips from your [cunt/cock] with an audible pop, reaching a hand to his mouth, giving a fake yawn into his palm.
“Is that all you got, [Name]?”
You shoot him a glare that shakes Vincent throughout his whole body; you are not to be tested. You crank the vibrator back up to its highest setting. Vincent mewls at the sudden and intense change in stimulation, nearly buckling over until you suddenly grab the back of his head to bury him back between your legs. Shockwaves rumble against his p-spot, giving his weeping cock just the right amount of pleasure it needed. Instinctively, his hands reach up, one on your thigh to stabilize himself as you face fuck him, the other reaching under you to [rub between your folds, spreading your folds so he has better access to your cunt/massage your balls, making sure every part of you is given attention].
The loud, bustling sounds of the city during rush hour couldn’t compare to the immense overstimulation of the toy, the sound of Vincent’s heart beating in his eardrums, or the coil in his stomach restricting itself even further and signaling just how close he is to releasing. Each hard-hitting reverberation of the vibrator against his prostate pushes him into sucking on your [clit/cock] harder, yearning for your own orgasm.
Peering down at Vincent, his face flushes as his eyes begin to tear up, his lips glossy, his expression matching your own. His ass tightens around the vibrator, a drop of sweat falling down his temple, his eyes roll back slightly from your ruthless pace.
Vincent can’t catch his breath at all, drowning in you. Your movements are nonstop, chasing your high with one last grind of your hips, shutting your eyes tightly as the coil in the pit of your stomach fiercely unravels as you pull yourself off of Vincent.
Cumming all over Vincent’s face is just the push that helps carry through his own orgasm, painting the ground in white streaks as you [rub your clit/pump your cock] to ride out your orgasm.
With a relieved sigh, you turn off the vibrator, and when you open your eyes, you laugh as you stare at Vincent’s soaked face. Not only is his face covered in your cum, but so are his glasses.
“Is there something on my face, [mon chéri/ma chérie]?” Vincent asks, chuckling to himself through his blurred and soiled frames.
“Yes, actually,” you grin, removing Vincent’s specs from his face and cleaning them on your shirt, wrapping your hand around the bottom of your shirt and wiping his face, “there we go.”
“Merci,” Vincent lovingly thanks you, accepting your outstretched hand as you help him get back on his feet.
You readjust his button-up, vest, and tie- knowing that being this vulnerable and disheveled is something Vincent isn’t used to, making sure you readjusted your own clothes as well.
There’s a pause.
“So what now?” Vincent asks.
“Let’s go home and clean ourselves up,” you think to yourself, “and maybe we can cuddle and get food delivered.”
“Must I pay for aftercare?” Vincent hesitantly questions.
“Never,” you reassure.
© luvvforlife ✧.* all characters belong to riot from the game “valorant”, the reader belongs to you, and the story belongs to me, aigis.
Hi! Can you do iso, chamber, tejo, reyna, sage jealousy headcanons?
A/n: I love some good old jealousy headcanons so here you go and hope you enjoy <3
Iso
Iso is not one to like lose control of himself until he sees someone else making you laugh in that way you usually reserve just for him.
He won’t act immediately. He watches. He observes. And there's a sharp edge to his gaze, a slight twitch of his jaw, and his silence that feels heavier than usual.
He won’t say anything right away but might hover a little closer to you than usual. When he finally speaks, it's direct: “You looked… comfortable with them.”
If you brush it off, he won’t push, but the next time you two are alone, he’ll be a little more forward sitting closer, brushing your hand with his, holding your gaze longer. His need to claim you is never aggressive, but it’s undeniably intense.
If you reassure him, he softens very quickly. Expect a lingering kiss, almost like a thank-you for reassuring him.
If someone doesn’t leave you alone (the kind of person who keeps flirting with you even after you've clearly shown you're not interested) Iso doesn’t stay silent. He kinda gives them chances like a warning glance. But if they don’t get the message, he's not afraid to make it clear: you're not someone they can just play with.
His tone stays calm, but there’s something dangerous beneath it, the kind of tone that makes people think twice. “They said no. I suggest you listen next time.” It's not loud, but it lands.
He won’t drag you away or make a scene. He won’t need to. One step forward, a quiet tilt of his head, and the air changes. Whoever was bothering you usually finds a reason to leave quickly after that.
Once you're alone, he’ll glance at you, voice low: “You okay?” And if you nod, he’ll brush his knuckles gently against your hand.
Chamber
If someone else gets too friendly with you? Suddenly, he’s draping an arm around your shoulder, planting a kiss to your cheek while smiling directly at the intruder.
“Ah, mon amour, I hope you’re not too bored, I see you’ve found... a substitute?”
He’s smug about it, but there's a flicker of insecurity sometimes in his eyes
Later, in private, he’ll be more sincere. “Tell me, chérie… do you like when others give you attention like that?” his voice lower, more vulnerable. He’s not asking for dominance he’s asking for reassurance.
And if you tease him? He’ll smirk, play along, and then completely ruin you with one kiss, just to remind you exactly who you're with.
If someone keeps flirting with you not just playful banter, but persistent, lingering too close, Chamber notices immediately.
He doesn’t get angry. Oh no, that would be too easy. Instead, he steps in with a smile so sharp it might as well be a blade. He slides up beside you, arm slipping effortlessly around your waist, fingers brushing your hip as if they belong there.
“Pardon” he says to the offender, all polite arrogance, “but you’re standing awfully close to my partner.” There’s that pointed emphasis almost like he’s reminding everyone in the room.
His voice stays smooth, but his eyes are completely different. Dangerous in a way that only someone who’s watched him in battle would recognize.
If the flirter tries to joke it off, Chamber just smiles wider. “Ah, I see… bold. Admirable, even. But perhaps you should aim for someone available next time.” He doesn’t look away until they do.
Later, when it’s just the two of you his fingers brush yours as he murmurs, “I know you would never entertain them… but I don’t like sharing, mon cœur.”
Tejo
Tejo doesn’t do big outbursts when he gets jealous, it just shows in some small ways.
A glance that lingers too long, just watching the interaction unfold.
If someone gets too friendly with you, he won’t jump to pull you away. No he waits.
He’ll show up right as things seem to be getting “interesting,” casually inserting himself into the conversation. He doesn’t say much, but his presence is enough to shift the energy entirely.
“Funny,” he’ll murmur later, voice low as he cleans his weapon. “Didn’t know you were such good friends with them.” Not angry, just saying it in a almost scarily calm way.
He doesn’t ask why you were so close, he gives you space to explain. And if you tease him? If you say something like “Were you jealous?” he’ll smirk faintly and say, “Jealous? No. But I don’t like sharing things that are mine.”
He doesn’t need to raise his voice to assert himself. He’ll prove it another way: subtle touches with a quiet intensity, a hand to your waist, a whisper in your ear that makes your breath catch.
If someone just won’t take the hint (keeps flirting with you like they’re trying to test the waters) He’ll appear by your side with perfect timing.
He doesn’t say anything biting. Doesn’t need to. Just stands close enough that his presence becomes impossible to ignore. He lets the silence drag a little too long between you all, until the air feels way< too heavy.
If they still don’t get the message, then Tejo speaks “You done?” It’s not aggressive, but there’s something in his voice that says: this conversation is over.
When you’re alone, he won’t bring it up unless you do. But if you mention it, and ask it it bothered hi,. he’ll give you that slow look, eyes scanning your face before he murmurs, “Only because they didn’t seem to understand their place.”
Reyna
Reyna’s jealousy is obvious. It's impressive anyone even tried to flirt with you because most know that you are dating Reyna
But still if someone is stupid enough the flirt with you ,the second she sees it, she’s striding over with a smirk and a glint in her eye that could cut glass.
She’ll drape herself across you, kiss your cheek slowly, and lock eyes with the offender. “Mine,” she says with a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes.
She’s not insecure ,she’s possessive. And she will remind you who you belong to, whether that means dragging you away mid-conversation or kissing you breathless in the nearest hallway.
But when you’re alone, her tone changes. “Tell me, mi amor… do you like making me jealous?” There’s heat in her voice, but also a question, the vulnerability that she usually hides in front of others.
If you admit you like seeing her that way, her grin will be wicked. “Then don’t be surprised when I take what’s mine.”
She doesn’t just want reassurance she wants proof. And you’ll give it to her, one kiss, one moan, one breathless whisper at a time.
If someone keeps flirting with you after Reyna’s already made her claim, it stops being amusing. The smirk fades. The fire in her eyes burn even brighter, less playful now, more dangerous.
She won’t raise her voice. One step closer, her arm slipping around your waist, and suddenly, the room feels smaller. Colder. Heavier.
“Still trying?” she’ll purr, eyes locked on the one who just doesn’t get it. “How cute.” The words are sweet. The tone is anything but.
You won’t get to say goodbye. She’s already walking off with you in tow, leaving no doubt in anyone’s mind about who you belong to.
If you ask her if she was jealous, her laugh is low and unapologetic. “No, mi amor. I was furious.”
Sage
Sage doesn’t get jealous easily. She trusts you. She gives people the benefit of the doubt. But there is a quiet sting when she sees someone else stealing your attention.
She won’t interrupt. Instead, she’ll pull away become a little more distant. A soft, subtle withdrawal that says: I saw what happened, and I’m trying not to let it bother me.
If you ask what’s wrong, she’ll be gentle but honest. “You were laughing with Yoru earlier. I know it’s nothing, but… I guess I just...”
You’d have to coax it out of her reassure her with soft touches and encouraging words.
When she finally relaxes, she smiles and brushes your cheek. “Thank you. I’m not usually like this, but… I care about you deeply.”
Sage has endless patience, but even she has her limits. If someone continues to flirt with you despite it being clear you're already with her, she will not let that sit on her.
She doesn’t make a scene. That’s not her style. But there’s a certain shift the way she straightens, the way her eyes narrow just a touch.
But when it becomes too much, when the line is crossed just once too often she steps in gracefully, with a soft smile that almost hides everything she is feeling underneath.
She’ll greet you first, fingers gently brushing your arm. Then she’ll look at the one who just can’t take a hint.
“Ah,” she’ll say gently, her hand slipping into yours, “I didn’t realize you were in the middle of something.” It sounds polite ,kind even, but there’s an unmistakable finality in her tone. This conversation? Over.
She won’t say anything more about it until later, when it’s just the two of you.
“I trust that you can handle yourself” she’ll whisper, fingers resting lightly over your heart. “But next time… I might not be so polite.”
And if you tease her for it (call her possessive in that playful way) her lips will curve into the faintest smile as she tilts her head. “I’ve never claimed to be perfect.”
Divider by: @cafekitsune
More of my Valorant writing
Off Duty
Pairing: Chamber x Yoru x fem! Val Agen! Reader Rating: 🔞 Explicit / NSFW Tags: Poly, voyeurism, secret discovery, dom/sub dynamics, oral (f receiving), degradation + praise, spit kink, light restraint (hand pinning), double penetration (implied), rough sex, jealousy-fueled tension, Valorant HQ setting
pt 2 can be found here
You thought you'd been careful.
VPNs. A well chosen username that didn’t give any hints to your identity. Shooting your content on a burner device. Not even Phoenix — nosiest bastard at HQ — had caught on. Off-duty, you'd throw on lingerie or nothing at all, setting up your camera in hotel rooms or your room on base, never letting a trace link back to you, a Valorant Agent.
But what you didn’t plan for… was Chamber and Yoru scrolling one night.
It started as a stupid dare.
“I bet we can find someone at HQ who's got a secret side hustle,” Yoru had smirked.
And Chamber, arrogant as always, replied with: “Only if you don’t cry when it’s someone you want.”
They’d scrolled through endless accounts and feeds, laughing — until they found yours.
You. Spread across satin sheets, legs parted for the camera. The soft moans, the command in your voice. The way your fingers worked your cunt open, tongue tracing your lips when you teased your viewers.
Yoru stopped breathing. Chamber sat forward. They watched everything. Twice.
From then on, you were different to them.
They didn’t say anything. Not for weeks. They just watched. Obsessed in silence. Trained with you on the field by day, and got off to your videos at night. They shared headphones like degenerates in Chamber’s room, one hand each under the waistband of their pants.
You became an inside joke between them. A shared addiction.
And eventually… the tension boiled over.
It starts after a long mission.
Your body’s sore. You’re sweaty, tank top clinging to your skin, and you’re the last one in the training sim besides them.
“You always work this hard off-duty?” Chamber drawls from behind you, watching the curve of your ass in your skin-tight leggings.
Yoru snorts. “Nah. She saves her real talent for the camera.”
You freeze. Turn. “...What did you just say?”
They exchange a look.
Busted.
Yoru shrugs. “We know.”
Chamber smiles, slow and lazy. “Your content is quite… captivating, mon chérie.”
Your stomach drops, heat flooding your face — but not entirely out of embarrassment. They step closer. Cornering you. The air shifts.
Yoru’s voice is low now, teasing. “You’ve been parading around here like none of us know you get on camera and fuck yourself stupid every week.”
You should be angry. Flustered. But instead, your thighs clench. Your breath hitches when Chamber’s hand comes to rest on your waist.
“So,” he murmurs, lips near your ear, “are you going to give us the live version, ma belle?”
Yoru’s already behind you, dragging a palm along your ass. “Or do we have to beg?”
-
You don’t remember who kisses you first.
Maybe it’s Yoru, impatient and fiery, crushing his lips to yours and grabbing your face like he owns it. Maybe it’s Chamber, smirking against your throat as his hand slips under your top, cupping your breast, flicking his thumb over your nipple until you gasp.
What matters is how they devour you.
Your back hits the padded floor of the training sim. They strip you fast — top tossed somewhere, leggings peeled down your legs. Yoru’s mouth is already between your thighs, tongue dragging up your slick folds, his groan filthy as he tastes you.
“Fuck,” he growls, “you’re even better than the videos.”
You arch your hips into his mouth, whimpering. Chamber kneels behind your head, stroking himself lazily.
“You’ve made us watch,” he says, voice silky, “night after night. It’s only fair we get to see the real thing.”
You look up at him with glassy eyes. “You’re such fucking pervs.”
Chamber chuckles darkly. “You love it.”
Yoru groans, tongue flicking your clit. “You’re soaking. She’s fucking loving it.”
Your moans echo off the walls.
They take turns wrecking you.
Yoru eats you out like a man starved, lips and tongue greedy, groaning every time you cry out his name. He grips your thighs to keep you from squirming, fucking you with two fingers until you're panting and tugging on Chamber's wrist for something more.
Chamber feeds his cock into your mouth when you open up for him, slow and deliberate. “Eyes on me,” he purrs, “don’t you dare look away.”
You choke on him, tears brimming — and he moans like he’s in heaven.
“Mon dieu,” he pants, “your mouth was made for this.”
Yoru watches as you gag and drool, fingering you faster while he jerks himself with his other hand. “You take him so well,” he hisses. “Bet you dream about this every night.”
You come once with Yoru’s mouth on your clit, again with Chamber’s cock buried down your throat. Then they switch.
Yoru’s cock fills your mouth now, and he’s not gentle. He grips your hair and fucks your face with growls, hips snapping forward as your throat flexes around him.
Chamber slips behind you, stroking your cunt, murmuring how gorgeous you look on your knees, spit running down your chin, completely ruined.
“Such a good girl,” he whispers. “You want this. Being passed between us like a toy.”
You sob against Yoru’s cock — a desperate, fucked-out noise of yes — and he comes down your throat with a shout.
They still aren’t done.
Chamber lays you flat. Spreads your legs. Presses into you slow and thick until you're gasping his name.
Yoru stays beside you, kissing your shoulder, whispering how filthy you are. One hand on your throat, the other playing with your clit as Chamber fucks you deep and slow.
“You’re ours now,” he says. “No more hiding. We own this pussy.”
You tighten around Chamber, body convulsing, and he curses in French as he spills inside you.
And just when you think you can’t take any more, they flip you over — press your chest to the mat — and take you again.
Yoru from behind this time. Brutal. Rough. Unrelenting.
He slaps your ass, bites your shoulder, fucks you so hard your voice breaks.
“You gonna film this for your fans?” he pants. “Let ‘em know who really owns you now?”
Chamber holds your jaw, lips brushing yours.
“Non,” he murmurs. “This is just for us.”
Afterward…
You’re breathless. Barely able to move. Your skin’s marked with bites and bruises — the kind you won’t have to fake in future videos.
Yoru smirks, sprawled beside you. “Still think you can keep secrets from us?”
Chamber brushes your hair back, gaze heated and smug. “Or perhaps… we start our own channel.”
You groan. “You’re both the worst.”
But you’re already thinking about how good you’ll look on camera — one of them behind you, the other in your mouth — and the way they’ll whisper, offscreen:
“Let them watch. But you’re ours now.”
Correspondence with Valorant agents Pt.5
parallel similarities
ft chamber
you and alpha chamber are more alike than you think
a/n: i hope i got alpha and omega thr right way round bc i was lowkey confusing myself while writing this.
"you know," you fidgeted in your constraints. "we dont get along very well back on omega earth."
"no surprise there, mon cher."
you only had yourself to blame for your current position. omega earth had been on a major win streak, you got too reckless, too careless. you let your guard down too far when the fight had not even been close to over yet, leading to a bag over your head and toxic gas into your lungs.
when you came to, you found yourself tied to a chair, very securely may i add. with the french gun enthusiast tinkering away, barely paying you any attention.
"how come?" your chains rattle.
"because we don't get along very well here," the golden accents on the side of his face glinted in the light. "you insist on avoiding me at all costs."
you pondered. all of a sudden, the least interesting thing in the room was chambers face. "...well what did you do?"
with the expected french sass, he kissed his teeth and rolled his eyes. "you're you! you tell me what i did."
for the first time since his monitoring shift started, he looked you in the eye, and all of a sudden you felt too seen, to vulnerable. if felt as if you were naked and displayed for his inspection.
"well i don't know what alpha me is like!" you became flustered. "why won't you let me see her?"
a deep, hurt expression washed over his face as he gazed at you softly. "you...you just can't. i'm sorry, mon amour."
touchy subject, you noted.
"well," you eased up your tone, hoping to lighten the mood. "for what it's worth, it was all my fault on omega."
his hands paused a second, and he took his eyes off the gun he was tinkering with to look at you with intrigue.
wordlessly, you continued.
"omega chamber, my chamber is good to me, or at least he was," you looked down with a heavy sigh
his eyes studied your facial expression as his shoes clicked with every approaching step.
"i flew too close to the sun," you spoke softly and quietly, as if you would break if you confessed any louder. "got in too deep..."
you almost jumped, craning your neck up to see brown eyes peering into your soul. there was that vulnerable feeling again.
"i don't know how the other agents do it," you whispered. "but me and vincent? it was different. we can't be both agents and lovers, we were too... involved with each other."
chamber knew this confession was not about him, but god did he want it to be, so bad. seeing the sadness gather in your eyes for him, but not him. the last thing he wanted was to see the one he held so close to his heart in such distress because of his omegaself actions.
"missions became harder with such a strong conflict of interest." you held his gaze. "no matter how much we were seperated, we would always find each other, which cost us a lot sometimes."
you sighed, finally confessing it out loud.
"i loved him, chamber." your gaze softened. "i still do."
the words he wanted to hear the most, fromt he person he wanted to hear it from the most, but it's not you.
"...so what happened."
"he told me he can't do this, do us anymore." your laugh came dry.
something clicked within the sniper.
"funny story," he got up, brushing his slacks. "my [name] said the exact same thing."
you smiled at his back, watching silently as he packed his equipment, avoiding eye contact with you.
no one spoke until he was done. it was only when he was ready to leave, and omen, who was next on monitoring duty the door that he spoke.
"he's lying to you," his last words were before the door shut behind you.
you chuckled to yourself, not even getting a word in before he left. i know.
the room was as dark and lifeless as he left it the first time. though, his heart was a little lighter as he walked in the infirmary. the scene was tragic, the healer crystalising in the center chamber, too many of his companions under white sheets, blood stains and surgical equipment everywhere.
he stopped at one of the beds, drawing the sheet back just enough to reveal a face, your face.
"come back to me please, mon amour" he pleaded. "theres still so much i have to say..."
