#iso x reader

[hghydrargyrum]

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

[writer-freak]

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

[hollowbutcanlove]

warnings: NSFW, slow burn, tension, mutual pining, secret relationship (developing), light exhibitionism (risk of getting caught), first touch, teasing, nipple play, clothed groping, possessive behavior, hand-holding, emotional confession, movie night, shared blanket trope.

You’re sinking into the corner of an old but cozy couch in the Protocol’s common room, wedged between the armrest and… well, him. Iso. You’re a hundred percent sure this is Clove’s doing. Their overly innocent smile and the wink they shot Phoenix when you walked in and saw the only free spot—right next to the silent Chinese agent—spoke louder than any words. They knew. Knew about the stolen glances you’d thrown Iso’s way, about the way you froze whenever he passed you in the hallway—all focused, almost icy intensity.

The room is bathed in darkness, broken only by the flicker of the huge screen. Some grim horror movie about an ancient evil in a haunted house plays—Omen’s pick, which is unsettling in itself. Phoenix occasionally fake-screams and throws popcorn, Brim grumbles about how predictable it all is and Sage tries to rationally explain every "supernatural" thing on screen. And Iso… Iso sits like a statue. Motionless. His eyes are fixed on the screen, but you catch yourself thinking he’s probably analyzing the characters’ tactics or the house’s structural weaknesses rather than getting scared. His shoulder is firm and warm, barely grazing yours. You try to breathe evenly, focusing on the screen, the chill of the soda can in your hands, on anything but his proximity and the frantic pounding of your own heart.

On screen, the heroine—dumb as night—slowly opens the door to a dark closet. The music fades, leaving only the creak of floorboards and heavy breathing. You know what’s coming. Everyone does. Even Phoenix goes quiet. The silence in the room grows sharp, thick. Your heart plummets. The heroine peers into the blackness—

BAM! A monstrous, twisted face fills the screen with a deafening, piercing screech.

Your body reacts before your brain does. A sharp gasp catches in your throat. Muscles tense in one spasmic jerk. You actually yelp and instinctively, violently, flinch away from the screen—right into the solid, unyielding wall of Iso. Your shoulder presses flush against his, side to side, your head brushing his arm for half a second. The warmth of his body, the scent of metal and something clean like mountain air, crashes over you. You freeze, the realization hitting like a live wire.

Oh god. Oh god. I just leaned into him. Into Iso. In front of everyone.

You jerk back like you’ve touched a hot stove, your face burning with humiliation.

"Sorry! I—it was the jumpscare…" - you mumble, not even daring to look his way, staring down at the popcorn spilled across your lap. The room erupts with Phoenix’s laughter and Jett’s indignant

"I told you so!" - Clove giggles, clearly pleased with themself.

You risk a quick, sideways glance at Iso. He… didn’t move away. At all. His profile is still turned toward the screen, where the movie has already moved on. But you catch it—just barely—the corner of his lips, usually stern, twitches. Not into a smile, no. More like a faint, barely-there spark of… interest? Or just a reaction to your panic? Then his hand, resting on his own knee, shifts. Just slightly. A millimeter. Enough that his pinky now barely, barely grazes your thigh where it’s pressed against the couch. Accidentally? Probably. But he doesn’t pull away. Just leaves it there, a single point of warmth through the fabric of your pants.

Your heart, still racing from the scare, now stutters in a strange, uneven rhythm for an entirely different reason. Carefully, like a bomb technician, you nibble a piece of popcorn, not daring to move. The movie rolls on, the monster prowling through the house, but your world has narrowed to one single point—the faint, almost imperceptible touch of his finger. And beside you, stoic and unreadable, Iso watches the screen, and only you know that the icy fortress seems to radiate the faintest, barest warmth. Or is it just your imagination? Clove definitely knows the answer. And their smug grin from the shadows only proves it.

The heat from his pinky against your thigh burns like a live coal through the denim. You’ve gone statue-still, afraid to move, terrified the slightest shift will make him pull away. Your entire world has narrowed to this tiny patch of skin where his finger barely grazes you. Your heart hammers in your throat, drowning out the on-screen screams and Phoenix’s idiotic commentary.

You don’t dare look at him. You stare straight ahead at the flickering horror unfolding, but you see none of it. You only feel. The solid press of his shoulder still against yours. The steady, deep rhythm of his breathing—calm, unlike your ragged gasps. The heat radiating off him is more palpable than the warmth of the couch.

And then… his finger moves. Just slightly. Not retreating, no. It straightens, and now it’s not just the tip—the entire side of his finger rests along your thigh. The contact has doubled. You exhale shakily, and your own fingers spasm around the soda can, making the last dregs slosh inside.

You turn your head toward him by a single, careful degree, as if moving through cobwebs. Iso is still watching the screen. His profile is a sharp, cold line in the dimness. But you notice something new: the faint tension in his jaw. Barely there. And his hand—that hand, the one resting on his own knee, the one touching you—his thumb drags slow, almost lazy, across his own thigh. A deliberate stroke. He knows. He absolutely knows what he’s doing. And the realization sends a sweet, dangerous spasm curling low in your stomach.

Another jumpscare erupts on screen—a girl falls, blood gushing. You flinch, but not from fear this time. Your body instinctively sways into him again, pressing harder against his shoulder and arm. This time, you don’t pull away. You hold your breath. He… doesn’t move. If anything, his shoulder firms, as if bracing your weight. His finger against your thigh presses down. Gentle, but undeniable. A warning? Or encouragement?

You risk glancing down. His hand hasn’t moved. Large, strong, the thin scars you’d once stolen glances at during training now so close you could trace them. His thumb continues its slow path up and down his own thigh, but his elbow is slightly bent now, the angle of his movement… it points toward you. A magnet. Your skin burns where he touches you.

"Cold in here," - he murmurs suddenly. His voice is low, velvet-smooth, the English flawless but tinged with that familiar, slightly muted accent. He doesn’t look at you. He’s speaking to the screen. But the words hang between you, weighted with double meaning.

"Yeah," - you rasp. - "F-freezing."

His comment lingers, thick and deliberate. You nod, too breathless to speak, your body still alight from the slow drag of his finger. He doesn’t pull away. Instead, his free hand moves—fluid, unhurried. He leans forward slightly, reaching for the basket of throw blankets by his feet (a permanent fixture of Protocol movie nights, courtesy of Sage).

The motion presses his thigh more firmly against yours beneath the not-yet-spread blanket. You feel the hard muscle beneath the thin fabric of his sweatpants, the softness of your pajama bottoms doing nothing to dull the sensation. He selects a blanket—dark, thick, rough-textured—and unfolds it with a single, practiced flick of his wrist.

"Here," - he rumbles, the words a deep vibration near your ear as he drapes half over your lap. His arm withdraws, but now… now it’s under the blanket. He tugs the other half over himself, his thigh pressing flush against yours again beneath the scratchy fabric. The world shrinks further. Now you’re hidden. A private universe under a dark canopy.

His finger, still resting against your hip, stirs. But this is different. The thin cotton of your pajamas might as well not exist. He drags upward, along your side, toward your ribs. Every inch of contact burns. His thumb makes a slow, torturous circle just above your hip bone, where your waistband meets the hem of your thin sleep shirt. You feel the roughness of his fingertip—calloused from weapons and training—gliding over your skin through the fabric. Your breath hitches.

"Warmer?" - he whispers, so quiet only you can hear, his lips nearly brushing your temple. He’s still staring at the screen, where the monster commits another atrocity. But his attention is here. Under the blanket. On you.

You can only nod, hyperaware of how your nipples have tightened into hard peaks beneath your shirt, no bra to shield you. Cold? No. You’re burning alive.

His hand shifts beneath the blanket. Now it’s not just a finger. His palm—broad, searing—flattens against your side, just below your ribs. His thumb continues its hypnotic circles while his other fingers… they curl around the back of your waist, possessive, pulling you another fraction closer. You’re flush against him now, hip to shoulder. His heat seeps through every layer, warming you to trembling. But it’s not from cold. It’s from tension, from anticipation, from the unbearable closeness.

His palm begins to slide. Down. Along your side, to your thigh. You feel every ridge of his knuckles, every line of his palm. He stops at the outer curve of your thigh, fingers flexing, sinking into the soft flesh there through the pajamas. Not painful. Claiming. Then… he moves back up. But not along your side this time. His hand drifts forward. Over your stomach.

You suck in a sharp breath as his fingers glide across the flat plane below your navel, over the fabric. His palm is heavy, hot. It rests there, barely moving, fingers splayed wide, nearly spanning the width of your lower stomach. His thumb… his thumb does something that steals your breath. It finds the hem of your shirt. The thin seam. And it begins to lift it. Millimeter by millimeter. Rough skin slipping beneath the soft cotton, touching bare skin just above your waistband.

You freeze. Every nerve in your body zeroes in on that inch of contact, where his calloused thumb strokes you directly. Where his heat melts into yours. He pauses, his finger half-hidden, half-exposed beneath your shirt. He drags it side to side, testing, caressing the sensitive strip of skin just below your belly button. It’s unbearably intimate. Unbearably erotic. Every cell in your body is screaming.

You dare to turn your head, meeting his gaze. He’s already looking at you. His eyes in the dimness are darker, almost black. None of their usual ice. Just deep, burning focus. And a question. The slight arch of his brow, the faint part of his lips. He’s waiting. For your signal. Your permission to let his thumb slide higher, under your shirt, where your skin is softer and your breath is already ragged.

On screen, someone screams. Phoenix yelps in response. But in your world beneath the scratchy blanket, there’s only silence—broken by two racing heartbeats and the shared, scorching air between you. Your gaze drops to his lips, then back up to his darkened eyes. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, you nod. Just once. Your answer.

His finger stills beneath your shirt—then begins its excruciatingly slow ascent.

Your silent agreement—that single nod—seems to snap the last restraint. His finger beneath the hem of your soft sleep shirt doesn’t just move upward. It glides. The rough pad of his thumb drags over the sensitive skin of your stomach, rising higher, toward your ribs. Every microscopic shift sends waves of heat pooling low in your belly, making your thighs tense involuntarily beneath the blanket. You shut your eyes for a second, drowning in the sensation—his firm hand anchoring you against him on the outside, his finger exploring hidden skin beneath fabric.

His finger reaches the underside of your breast. Pauses. You swear your heart is about to leap from your chest and land directly on his knee. Then… the tip of his finger traces upward, feather-light, almost questioning, along the softest part—the lower curve, where fullness begins. Your back arches for half a second, a choked noise lodging in your throat, dissolving into a shaky exhale. You bite your lip, desperate to stifle the sound, terrified someone might hear this silent scream of pleasure and tension.

He feels your reaction. His hand beneath the blanket tightens slightly on your waist, pulling you closer. His finger continues its path. Now it’s drawing slow, torturous circles around the base of your breast. The roughness of his skin against your softness is maddening. He doesn’t go for the nipple yet. He torments you. Maps the shape, tests the sensitivity, studies how your body reacts to every touch. His thumb skims the underside, then along the outer slope, drifting toward your armpit before sliding back down.

You’re barely breathing. The entire world narrows to his hand beneath the blanket, his finger tracing invisible patterns on your skin, his thigh pressed flush to yours, his heat enveloping you. Your nipples ache beneath your top, begging for attention. And as if reading your mind, he finally—finally—moves there.

The pad of his thumb brushes over one taut peak. First lightly, barely a graze. Then with more pressure, circling the areola in tiny, deliberate strokes. Electricity arcs from your nipple straight to your core, making your whole body jerk and press deeper into him. His chest vibrates against your cheek with a quiet, restrained sound—half sigh, half groan.

"Quiet," - his lips move against your temple, breath scalding. - "Don’t give us away."

His finger returns to your nipple. Now he’s not just circling. He presses the pad directly to the stiff, oversensitive peak and begins dragging it side to side. You tilt your head back against his shoulder, burying your face in his neck, trying to muffle your ragged breathing. His scent—some herbal body wash—floods your senses. His thumb keeps up its agonizingly sweet torture, stoking the fire low in your stomach.

On screen, the final chords of music mix with the last victim’s screams. Lights flick on—the movie’s over. Someone hits the switch.

"Ugh, so bleak!" - Phoenix stretches with an exaggerated yawn.

"Predictable garbage," - Jett scoffs, standing, though her wobbly knees betray her real reaction.

"I told you the ventilation system was key to its manifestation!" -Sage’s voice carries.

You jerk away from Iso like you’ve been burned. His hand vanishes from under your shirt and the blanket in an instant. Your face flames, your chest heaves, your nipples still painfully hard under the thin fabric. You frantically adjust the blanket over your lap, refusing to look at anyone—especially him.

Agents start dispersing, chatting and laughing. Clove lingers, collecting empty cans. Their gaze flicks from your flushed face to Iso’s impassive one as he calmly folds the blanket. Their eyes gleam with triumphant, knowing mischief.

You scramble up, ready to flee, to drown in embarrassment and confusion. But a strong, warm hand closes around your wrist—gentle but unyielding. You freeze. Iso has stood. He’s close, his body nearly shielding you from the others. His fingers don’t grip; they claim. His lilac eyes lock onto yours. No ice left in them now—just intensity, and something… vulnerable.

"Wait." - His voice is low but cuts through the noise. He leans in, lips nearly brushing your ear. Your heart stops. - "You...you know, I've liked you for a long time." - The words are simple, unadorned, but they nearly buckle your knees. - "And Clove—" - He shoots a glance at them, now pretending to be engrossed in the blanket basket (though their smirk is fighting free), - "—they can’t keep secrets. And they don’t always respect boundaries."

He releases your wrist, but his palm slides down, fingers tentatively threading through yours. The gesture feels achingly intimate after what happened under the blanket.

"So… it wasn’t an accident," - he murmurs, even quieter, and the corner of his mouth ticks up in that barely-there smile you’ve only ever glimpsed before. Real. For you. - "And not just because of the jumpscare."

Clove coughs loudly, making it clear they’ve heard every word. But you don’t care. You squeeze his fingers back, your face still burning—but not just from shame now. From hope. From the sweet, searing confirmation. From the memory of his thumb on your nipple, which still throbs beneath your top.

[art-missy]

“Iso have you seen Yo—”

Now, barging in a room is not only rude, it is also increasing the probability of falling into an awkward situation. Despite the ambiguity of your new born relationship with the duelists, you being shy around them was still a recurring thing and today was no exception.

But you couldn't help but feel like your eyes were blessed with the sight upon you.

Iso, just fresh out of a mission, undressing in order to go take a shower. And lied on the bed, Yoru, chest bare, just scrolling on his phone.

You should consider yourself lucky. At least your nose wasn't bleeding.

You shouldn't be surprised to see how buff Iso was. Yes his hoodies were hiding his body pretty well most of the time, but you hugged him enough to know how hard the planes of his body were. As for Yoru, you already knew how fit he was. He never really hid it. It was the casual air of the sight that almost made you drool.

That and their boxers.

Snapping his fingers at your face, Yoru brought you back to reality with a pointed stare. You didn't notice him standing up. And as said before, you being shy around them was still a recurring thing. Your shyness was just increased by the awkwardness of the situation.

“Yoru, thanks for lending me your jacket,” you said with a formal tone that did not sound like you at all while handing him his jacket.

But the Japanese duelist didn't take it. He just stared at you with furrowed eyebrows. You expected him to tease you or to mock you. He didn't. It almost seemed like…no. No way. Was he…

Was he sulking ?

“No.”

“No ?”

It was now your turn to have your eyebrows furrowed. What on Earth (this Earth) did he mean ?

“Try again.”

“Try what ?”

You cast a confused glance at Iso but he just stared at you plainly.

“We gave you our names,” said Iso, putting a towel on his shoulders. “Use them.”

You nodded slowly then cleared your throat. Yoru’s stare was still piercing you with no patience.

For a long time, you thought that you could only see his default frown melting when he was asleep or when he was kissing you, (or when he was about to burst—), but there it was, the fond look in his eyes.

“Ryo,” the name sounded so soft and so new from your mouth, yet so welcomed. “Thanks for lending me your jacket.

“Iso, I brought your earbuds ba— Ow ! What the hell was that for ?”

Feeling too flustered to hold his stare, you looked back at the other duelist who was still staring at you.

“You're relapsing,” said Iso with his default calm tone while his fingers were still pinching your cheek. “I also want to hear my name from your mouth.”

A grimace twisted your lips as you avoided his way too hypnotic eyes.

“I’ll correct you,” he shrugged.

“I don’t want to pronounce it wrong,” you said, your words a bit slurred because of the pressure of his fingers on your cheek.

“Like he always does,” grumbled Yoru behind you. “Know-it-all.”

True. He always corrected you when needed with the gentleness that characterized him. And Yoru —Ryo—, your spiky blue grumpy cat was filled with good intentions and devoid of malice (at least with you) despite his very blunt words. They were both very protective of your comfort and your happiness in their own way.

“Z-Zhao Yu,” you said hesitantly to which Iso smiled warmly, encouraging you. “I brought your earbuds back.

“Sweet,” he pressed a long kiss on your forehead. “Thanks.”

You cleared your throat (again) and mumbled a quick ‘your welcome’. Well, that lovely moment passed as quick as a ripped off bandage. Good. You could stand up from that fall into this situation with a giddy smile.

“Well, I’ll let you two be,” you said with a feigned casualness as you walked to exit the room.

But they suddenly said your name in perfect sync.

You looked back at them, question marks clear on your facial expression and butterflies dancing in your stomach. You had never found your name so pretty. You watched them exchanging a glance before their eyes anchored back into yours.

“We were about to take a shower.”

You nodded slowly.

The second the words left your mouth you mentally facepalmed yourself and cringed internally. There was your true talent : creating awkward moments.

“Have a nice shower.”

Yoru rolled his eyes and sighed.

“We’re proposing you to join us, moron.”

“Oh.”

Oh.

Oh.

Finally, your nose would definitely bleed. Were you already at that step of your relationship ? Or did they just possess the boldness you were missing ? You didn't dare imagine explaining the potential cause of your nosebleed to Sage. If your brain ever recovered from blue screening, it would be lovely if you could give them an answer.

[kittenfrostt]

hii may i request NSFW alphabet hcs with Iso from valorant? 👀

⭑.ᐟ ISO NSFW ALPHABET ♡

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A — Aftercare

He pretends like he doesn’t care, muttering things like “Tch. Don’t get clingy.” but he’s already pulling the blanket over you and rubbing soothing circles on your hips. Lowkey wraps a protective arm around you while you sleep, even if he denies it in the morning. Tsundere-tier aftercare.

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B — Body part (fav on you & himself)

On you: your lips. He’s obsessed. Bites them while kissing, thumbs at them when you’re pouting, fucks you just to shut them up sometimes.

On him: his hands. They’re elegant, scarred, and precise — he knows exactly how to use them, and he likes the contrast of his gloved fingers pressing deep into soft, trembling skin.

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C — Cum

Possessive about it, lowkey. He wants it in you. On your chest? Cute. Down your throat? Even better. But nothing beats filling you up and seeing it drip later. He’ll never say it out loud though — he just stares. Like a psycho. A little proud.

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D — Dirty talk

Low voice, mean words, pretty face. Iso whispers filthy things right in your ear, never raising his tone, just pure venom and lust like:

“So messy already? All I did was touch you. Pathetic.”

“Beg. I want to hear how much you need me.”

He gets even filthier when you talk back. Loves when you challenge him.

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E — Experience

Canonically mysterious, but he’s definitely had casual flings. He’s not the type to catch feelings easy — but when he does? He’s dangerously attentive. Knows how to fuck, edge, overstimulate, dominate — and get you addicted.

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F — Favorite position

Anything that lets him keep eye contact — missionary, chair-riding, pronebone. But his #1 is you riding him while he sits back, watching with that lazy-lidded stare, hands gripping your waist.

“Use me. That’s what you wanted, right?”

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G — Goofy

Absolutely not. This man is allergic to cringe. But sometimes—when you tease him too much and he gets flustered—he’ll mutter in Mandarin under his breath and act all annoyed. He’s secretly cute when embarrassed.

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H — Hair

Trimmed, neat, well-kept. He grooms like a perfectionist. You’ll never catch him looking messy unless you ruin him in bed (which he hates admitting he likes).

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I — Intimacy

Acts cold in public. But when it’s just the two of you? He’s deeply intense. He watches you like you’re a target and fucks you like he’s been starving. Loving you is his biggest weakness—and he knows it.

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J — Jack-off

He’s disciplined, but has needs. Usually gets off quick and quiet—gloved hand over his mouth, stroking himself slow while imagining your voice, your eyes, your moans. His fantasies are detailed, even if he pretends they’re not.

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K — Kinks

• Powerplay (he likes being in control… but also loves when you take it)

• Choking (light) — hand on your throat, watching your eyes flutter

• Clothes-on sex — unzipped suit, undone gloves, you half-stripped over a desk

• Marking kink — but he hides the bruises you leave under his turtleneck

• Mutual teasing — verbal sparring is his foreplay

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L — Location

Private, sleek, aesthetic. Likes dark rooms, black satin sheets, hotel bathrooms with floor-to-ceiling mirrors. He gets off on control and mood, so he sets the scene intentionally.

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M — Motivation

Frustration. Jealousy. The way you look at him when you know he’s close to breaking. He’s weak for bratty teasing too — especially if you whisper “Come on… snap.”

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N — NO

No degrading unless he’s 1000% sure you want it. No public displays. No recording. He’s private as hell and doesn’t trust easy. Anyone seeing you like that? Never happening.

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O — Oral

Giving: Controlled, patient, lethal. He eats like it’s an art. Minimal sound, intense eye contact, hands gripping your thighs tight.

Receiving: Stoic at first, but once he starts moaning? He won’t stop thrusting into your mouth until you’re drooling.

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P — Pace

Slow, deliberate, and punishing. He wants you to feel every thrust. But if he’s jealous or angry? It gets rough. Deep. Fast. Bruising. His rhythm is methodical either way — he doesn’t waste a single stroke.

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Q — Quickies

Big yes. Especially during missions, backstage, or right before a kill.

“You’ve got 3 minutes. Make it count.”

You’d think he’s joking. He’s not.

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R — Risk

Surprisingly willing, if it means breaking his own cold exterior for you. He’s stealthy and strategic, so sneaky sex in public-ish places? Total turn-on.

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S — Stamina

INSANE. He’s a duelist. Peak physical condition. Can go multiple rounds without breaking a sweat. And he loves edging you between them, dragging out your pleasure for hours.

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T — Toys

Keeps a very discreet drawer of sleek, black toys. Vibrators, plugs, restraints. He prefers using his hands, but when he does use toys — it’s intense. Silent. Controlled. All for the purpose of watching you fall apart.

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U — Unfair

SO MEAN. Loves teasing. Will edge you ‘til you cry, lick you once, then pull away.

“You don’t deserve it yet.”

But then he’ll whisper praise the moment you finally break. He’s a sadist… with a soft heart buried deep.

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V — Volume

He’s a grunter/growler. Low, breathy moans. But when you make him lose control? He gasps. Hisses. Whispers your name like it hurts.

“F-Fuck—你真的要把我逼疯…”

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W — Wildcard

When he finally lets go, he’s unhinged. You thought he was cold and in control? Try him fucking you so hard the headboard cracks, panting against your ear, whispering how much he needs you. It’s scary hot.

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X — X-ray (what’s under the clothes)

Lean muscle. Subtle abs. Pretty v-line. Scars. Surprisingly soft skin in contrast to his sharp image. He’s deceptively beautiful once you peel him open.

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Y — Yearning

He acts like he doesn’t care. But he’s the type to fuck you deep and slow after a mission, forehead pressed to yours, whispering, “I need this. I need you.”

He burns with desire — he just hides it well.

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Z — ZZZ

He acts like he doesn’t like cuddling. But his body betrays him. He always ends up with you curled into his chest, arm slung around you possessively, breathing even and soft. If you move? He pulls you back without a word.

[whatdoseitmeantobehuman]

Bad timing

ISO x female reader

Your first attempt at intimacy that morning was interrupted by your own startled yelp when Iso seemed to materialize beside you in the kitchen. Even after all this time, his silent movements—a remnant of his assassin days—still caught you off guard. "You need to wear a bell," you muttered, but leaned into his touch as he pressed you against the counter, one earbud dangling loose as he closed the distance. The kiss had barely begun when footsteps echoed down the hall. Iso pulled back instantly, combat instincts making him hyper-aware of approaching personnel.

Seconds later, Raze bounded in, completely oblivious to what she'd interrupted. Later, you found him in the training range, one earbud in as always, his movements precise and lethal as he practiced with his barrier. The way he moved was mesmerizing—each step calculated, each action purposeful. When he finally noticed you watching, his usual focused expression softened slightly.

This time, you made it as far as his jacket hitting the floor before Brimstone's voice crackled over the intercom about an urgent briefing. Iso's jaw tightened. "Always something," he murmured, already reaching for his discarded jacket. The professional mask slipped back into place, though you caught the lingering frustration in his eyes. The afternoon found you in his quarters, music playing softly from his speakers—something with a rhythm that matched his heartbeat under your palms.

His kisses were focused, deliberate, like everything else he did. Then KAY/O needed backup for a security sweep. "Your timing," Iso said flatly to the robot, "is impeccable." Evening brought another attempt, this time in a supposedly empty section of the compound. Iso had actually scouted the area first—old habits die hard—and deemed it clear. His hands were just sliding under your shirt when— "Oh! Uh, sorry, wrong turn!" Jett's hasty retreat was followed by Iso's barely audible Chinese curse.

"I once eliminated an entire security team without being detected," he muttered against your neck, "but apparently finding privacy here is impossible." You couldn't help but laugh. "Maybe we need a better strategy." His eyes narrowed thoughtfully. "Perhaps." The solution, when it finally came, was characteristically Iso. He'd chosen his moment carefully, waiting until most agents were deployed on various missions. His barrier ability ensured absolute privacy, and he'd even set up a selective sound system that would mask any noise while still allowing him to hear potential threats—ever the professional, even in intimate moments.

"You really planned this out," you teased as he finally, finally got you alone. "Efficiency is important," he replied, though there was a hint of amusement in his voice. One earbud still hung from his collar, soft music barely audible. "And I don't like being interrupted." "Is that why you scouted the entire floor first?" "Old habits." His hands slid to your waist. "Useful ones, though." This time, when he kissed you, there were no interruptions. Just the steady rhythm of his chosen soundtrack, the warmth of his hands, and the rare, complete focus of a man who usually had to stay alert for threats now entirely devoted to you. Worth the wait, you decided, as his music drowned out everything else.

[dazziesrantzone]

heyy!!! i'm glad to see someone is still writing for val, so whenever you can get by, can you write something for iso¿ it can be a continuation of series you've already done (sleeping together, nsfw alphabet,...) or anything you feel like writing, thank you in advance!!

Can't believe I haven't done one of those for Iso yet! I'll get right to it ♡

Sleeping together (literally); Iso

Has a strict routine before going to bed, will NOT let you interrupt it

But of course you still try because it's funny sometimes ;)

He knows you're not doing it to be mean so he's not bothered by it, even uses it to make YOU pay the price for it (forces you to do his skin care routine with him)

"No entrance to the bathroom without the entrance fee!" you'd explaim, blocking the doorway with your smaller frame, "and what is the fee you're talking about?", he'd ask. You'd sheepishly reply "A hug and five kissies!"

Gladly pays said "fee" of course ;)

But in return doesn't let go of the hug and just carries you into the bathroom with him

You've done this several times by now so you knew to get your headband so the product wouldn't end up in your hair and enjoyed while he applied his expensive products on your face before doing the same on his own.

Afterwards you both snuggled into bed comfortably

Iso makes sure to cuddle you for a while before actually going to sleep

Which makes sense because he sleeps like a corpse. On his back, arms above the blanked, not moving an inch during the night.

Seperate blankets. He can't stand it when you change your sleeping position and he's left with none of the blanket while you're wrapped in the entirety of it.

You've gotten used to it after a while but it took a while to accept no cuddles during the night.

If for some reason you've woken up before him you sometimes cuddle up to his arm, which does wake him up but he'll gladly initiate some more cuddles by that time

If he wakes up before you do (happens a lot more often than the other way around) he'll be your big spoon until he has to get up

You swear his alarm goes off at least 10 minutes before it needed to just so he has time to cuddle you but he denies it

[pahlvss]

Hi! Can I request some hcs with Chamber, Tejo, Yoru and Iso? Where Fem/GN reader is introverted and shy on the outside but actually very expressive with someone they trust.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

⋮ Don't be shy <3

Chamber, Tejo, Yoru and Iso x Shy! Gn! Reader

↳ ꒰content꒱ Fluff, introverted reader ↳ ꒰TW꒱ Bad Grammar, Swearing, Reader with Social Anxiety in Iso's Part ↳ ꒰A/N꒱HEYY TYSM FOR REQUESTING I LOVED WIRITNG THIS I wrote Iso's Part so fast cuz i have Social Anxiety so it was pretty easy writing it xD.

Chamber

• So Chamber is a Confident man we all know that and I fully Believe that him having a shy Partner is just perfect for him.

• Now i see Chamber as Someone who would tease you a lot when in Public just to see your red Face since heThinks its Cute. He knows you're more on the quiet Side when with other Agents or Generally Crowded Rooms.

• If you are alone with him its a totally different Story tho. You're just a whole different Person at this Point.

• Chamber is amazed how fast you switched up as soon as being Alone with him. The Second you and your Boyfriend leave The Room you start talking his Ear off about what happened Today and how your Day was.

Tejo

• Tejo also is very Confident but teases you less.

• While you and Tejo are walking to The Training Room you talk about how u slept and how your morning has been just a normal conversation but as soon as you enter The Room you got quiet.

• Tejo noticed how quiet it has gotten next to him, he looks at you a bit concerned ''you okay mi amor?'' he asks. ''yeah i just get very shy in Rooms with a few more people in it'' you tell him and the noted this in his head

• But don't think he just leaves it like that nononono he Starts Teasing you a bit, i mean he has to or how else is he supposed to show his absoloute sweet Love to you and if he's able to see a cute red Face he just can't Stop.

• You Love him regardless.

Yoru

• Yoru is an Asshole Thats for sure and he Teases WAY more than Chamber and Tejo together. But how could he not it's his Love Language and if it means seeing you Embarassed he totally lives for it.

• Being Alone with Yoru normally meant Peace and quiet , just you two laying in Bed or minding your own Business and mostly it was just you talking about stuff that had happened or random things and he listened.

• And being out In Public usually means you were dead Silent and of course yoru wouldn't be yoru if he didnt tease his awesome Partner so as soon as you were inside the Cafe you always bugged him to go with you he Started his Action to embarass the living Daylight out of you and you ? you tood there and has to take it with the most redest Face ever seen trying to shush him.

• You hate him but at The same Time you Love him .. no Inbetween.

Iso

• You HATED being The Center of Attention more than anything and Iso knew.

• When You're Alone with him it was sweet, he was listening to you ranting about Stuff you found Interessting like a Book or a Series/Movie, you never felt anywhere safer than with Iso and thats what you loved so much about him.

• When You're out in Public though you start kind of hiding behind him, shielding away from Attention. Iso knew you hated it so when talking to other people iso was the one leading Conversations trying to take all the Attention away from you making you feel a bit more comfortable and you were absoloutly greatful for it.

sorry if this took too long after i got home from school i directly went to sleep and just woke up xD