#sova imagines

[atroposisms]

Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Omega | Mirror Earth Sova/Reader Warnings: Yandere, dubious consent Summary: One can only run for so long when trying to escape a hunter. You've gotten lucky once.

You will not be so lucky again.

I’ve been writing in a fit of ecstasy. The last time I was this productive a writer was like, junior high and high school.

Truly brainrotted over Valorant.

Anyway, off to go write some more yanderes now.

[divinegrey]

fuzzy dreams / sova x f!reader

figures that id eventually write my valo main <3 sova best boy

NSFW!!!

prompt: Can you possibly do a sleepy NSFW morning between Sova and Fem!Reader pretty please 🥺? [requested by @elegance-and-power , thank you for your patience!]

words: 1200

warnings: NSFW content, 18+ only post

Quiet mornings at the Protocol are few and far in between. But when you get them, you relish every second of sleeping in you can get. Especially when you have your boyfriend sleeping in your arms, his head pressed into your chest and his arms securely around you. It’s only behind walls where you see Sova like this, with his walls down and his mind at rest. 

Or, it would be at rest if you didn’t feel something poking your thigh. 

You run your hand through Sova’s hair, pulling the blond strands loose from the messy braid you put it in last night. It’s a secret, but Sova loves it when you braid his hair (plus, he looks so pretty when it’s all neat and braided). 

Sova mumbles something into your chest, and you feel the stubble on his cheek rubbing on your shirt (stolen from his drawer in your dresser). You tilt your head. 

“You awake, sleepyhead?” You say softly, shifting your leg from where it’s pressed between his. A grin spreads on your face when you get your desired response; a keening whine from Sova’s mouth. 

“Sleepy,” Sova mutters. You laugh, rubbing his shoulder with your hand. 

“I wouldn’t have guessed,” you remark. “Someone else seems to be awake.” 

He pushes his hips into your leg sluggishly, and the heat radiating from his groin makes you hum into his hair. 

Then, Sova seems to realize. 

He pushes his arms on the bed, raising himself upward; the sheets roll down his wide back, muscles thick from hours of using the bow. Sova glances down between his legs, at the obvious tent in his shorts, before his face turns crimson like a rose. 

“I’m so sorry,” Sova says, and you hear the genuinity in his words. 

“Sasha, it’s okay,” you reply, cupping his face. “You’re cute when you’re blushy. Don’t be embarrassed about it, this isn’t the first time.” 

Relieved, Sova shifts on the bed, and you take a moment to rake your eyes down the slope of his muscular arms, tracing your finger over the horseshoe of his triceps before rubbing his biceps with an appreciative gleam in your eyes. 

“I, uh… should probably take a cold shower, yes?” Sova says, leaning back onto his knees. He moves his hands in front of his crotch, giving you a rather shy smile. You cock your head to the side. 

“A shower?” Mock offense passes to your face and you see the way Sova’s eyes widen, just by a fraction. The gleam of his bionic eye shines faintly in the morning light passing into your room. You stretch your arms over your head, pushing out your chest. “Sasha, I’m right here.” 

You pull up the fabric of the shirt and Sova immediately looks down, eyes sliding over your stomach and to the swell of your thighs. You have a habit of sleeping in only shirts, which works out fantastically for you in situations like these. 

“C’mere, don’t you wanna make me feel good?” You say, instantly triggering Sova’s inherent need to please. He crawls back over you, leaning his head down and placing his mouth on yours. He’s always a tender kisser, especially in the mornings when you two are just waking up and you have nothing better to do. You hum into his mouth with delight, the sound cut off by a gasp as Sova starts grinding into you, rubbing his briefs over your core. 

Oh, you love today already. 

Minutes of kissing pass by and you spread your hands all over Sova’s body, appreciating every inch of glorious muscle that he has. Heat spreads throughout your entire body, heady and warm. Sova is a man who likes to take his time; he likes to scout ahead, loves to line up his shots on his bow meticulously and hold his position for minutes with the string taut. The same applies to moments like these where you can feel desire pooling between your legs and smearing onto his briefs. 

You snap the waistband. “Don’t keep me waiting.” 

Sova spares you a grin before getting off the bed, pulling off his briefs. You try not to laugh at the sight of it comically smacking against his lower stomach, but he catches the look on your face. 

“Don’t laugh!” He says, walking back to the bed. 

“I’m not, I’m not, I promise,” you say, despite the small chuckles coming from your mouth. Sova kneels, shifting his weight onto the mattress. He rests his hands on your hips, rubbing his thumbs lovingly across the skin, and you do him the favor of guiding him into your slick core. His hips meet yours, skin to skin, and a pleased sigh bubbles from the back of your throat. 

A full body shudder works through Sova, the light of his bionic eye flaring for a second as his gaze goes unfocused. You lift your knees toward your chest and that seems to bring him back; he leans over you, putting his arms on either side of your head and pressing a kiss to your lips. 

“Go on,” you whisper. “Don’t be shy, Sasha.” 

You say his name with a heavy breath, biting the lobe of his ear. Sova shifts his hips, starting a pace that sends shocks up your spine. You wrap your arms around his neck, soft sounds coming out of your mouth as he picks up his speed. You lose yourself in the pleasure of it all, the feeling of Sova pressed against you. You reach your hand down to rub yourself, amplifying the pleasure tenfold. 

Sova huffs curses in Russian, the words floating down to your ear. He glances down between you and him, looking at the sight of him sinking over and over into your warmth. Then, he fixes an adoring gaze on you, pushing onto his hands to go harder. 

“Oh, fuck!” You slap your hand over your mouth, only for Sova to grab your wrist and press it into the mattress beside you. The show of strength causes you to arch your back, pleasure sparking up your body. 

“I’m close,” Sova warns, and you nod your head in agreement, unable to do anything else. 

The coil in your stomach snaps, pleasure bursting from the seams at a particularly hard thrust that rubs against a sensitive spot inside of you. Sova groans, watching you in the midst of your release, and before he can catch himself, he’s tumbling headlong into his orgasm. 

His hips stutter and you lock your legs around him, forcing him inside. 

Sova collapses on top of you, and to prevent you from being crushed by how dense he is, rolls onto his side until you’re no longer beneath him. 

You run your hand through his hair, your fingers tingling still from the orgasm. There’s a dazed smile on your face. “See, didn’t that feel much better than a cold shower?” 

Sova hums affirmatively against your chest, and you feel him place a kiss over your sternum. “Я тебя люблю.” 

“I love you too, Sasha,” you reply. “Now, can you pull the sheet up? I’m a little cold.” 

He shifts his arm, yanking it up and putting it over you. Sova burrows back into the warmth, and before you realize it, the both of you fall back asleep.

~~~~~ A/N: ngl i giggled while writing this. i love sova but i am way too lesbian to be writing this shit LOL

[hatsukeii]

Ello there hope your having a good day/afternoon/evening/night I was wondering if I could request for a Sova x FEM!reader where reader falls for the mirror agent Sova after being kidnapped by the mirror agents but has to shoot him in the end to return to Earth 1

I gotchu

—It Kills Me.

Pairing(s): Mirror!Sova x FEM!reader

Genre: Angst:)

TW: Graphic descriptions of blood and guns

Summary: The finger that pulls the trigger always trades a life for another

“I’m sorry it has to end like this.”

Your pistol was aimed straight at Sova’s forehead, just a slight pull of your finger would send his brains splattering onto the floor beneath him.

“Is this goodbye?”

Around Sova laid three other corpses, pools of thick, viscous crimson leaking from the holes in their bodies. Fallen comrades, comrades he had memories with. He had fought alongside. Those who he had laughed, cried, and trained with. The sickening scent of blood, although the metallic hint not unfamiliar, sent everything in his stomach up along his oesophagus. The sight of his lively teammates now nothing but hollow, lifeless shells on the cold ground was enough to make anyone turn their backs and run for their life, yet Sova does not turn. In fact, he stays on the spot, not moving an inch from the barrel of your sheriff.

“I have to do this. I can’t stay here. You know that best.”

You swallowed hard, this was not a nice sight. The sight of Sova, who had been so kind to you despite the fact that you weren’t a part of their earth to begin with, who stuck up for you as the other agents relentlessly interrogated and abused you, the cold, calculating hunter who had a heart of gold, who would not even dare hurt a fly.

The sight of Sova, helpless, betrayed, yet unwaveringly calm.

The trigger was getting heavier by the second as reality continued to dawn upon you. Any more seconds and the trigger would refuse to budge, and you’d be stuck here by your own will.

“I’d always known that this moment would come.”

You allowed his gloved hand to lower the sheriff from his forehead, holding back a choked sob from your throat. You had gone too far to turn back now. Lives have been taken, shots fired. You could not afford to jeopardise your chances of survival and escape for the man whom you had fallen for. That would be absurd.

“Just let me do it and get it over with. Please.”

A warm hand held against your cheek, tilting your head towards their eyes. You couldn’t bear to look at him directly, simply shutting your own and leaning further into his touch.

“Maybe in another life it’ll all be okay. It’ll all make sense. Or it’ll work out.”

You knew that Sage would be back and could redo all of this. Even if you shot him here and now, until his brains were splattered everywhere and his body limply fell to the floor, even if he bled out from all his orifices, Sage would always find a way to revive him. Yet you could not bring yourself to pull the trigger at any cost. Guilt ate at you as you refused to open your eyes.

“I can’t do this, I have to, but I can’t. Please, just come with me. We can run away.”

“I’m afraid I cannot do that, (y/n).”

A single tear rolled down from your eyelid as you tried to suppress the sobs coming from your throat, yet it was all in vain. You felt a pair of lips softly kiss your forehead, a kiss so sweet you almost forgot that this was supposed to be your enemy. And then you opened your eyes, meeting Sova’s warm, brown ones. Amidst the chaos, the bloodshed, the betrayal, Sova still adorned warmth within those eyes, giving you a last look of adoration.

“Just do it. We’ll meet again.”

“I can’t. I can’t, Sova”

You felt the weight from your hand leave, as Sova pushed the barrel of you sheriff flush against his forehead, pulling the hammer down with a click.

“They’ll be back soon. Get out of here while you can.”

“Sova-”

“In another life, we can. I’ll see you soon again, дорогая.”

A deafening bang sounded as specks of goo and blood splattered onto yourself. Prying the gun off Sova’s limp grasp, you let the tears fall as you held him and cried out, wanting to erase this sight from your head. Squeezing Sova’s hand, you gave it a shaky, yet chaste peck, ignoring the blood that had been smeared all over it. That didn’t matter. What mattered was that you got the fuck out of Earth 2 through the teleporter that was being guarded by the four, now dead agents. Sova’s sacrifice would not go to waste.

You approached the teleporter, dipping your trembling fingers through as you the energy on your fingertips shifted.

“I’ll see you again, дорогой.”

With that, you leaped through the teleporter, just as you heard the scout team return from their mission.

Hoooooly shit I haven’t touched writing in ages but this actually came to me a lot easier than I thought it would:D Thank you for the ask anon! Hoping someone gives me fluff all I have in my inbox rn is angst💀

[limitless-imagination]

8, 16 and 17 with Sova? (Love your work!! ❤️)

Sova – Memory Lane, Sunset, Date Night

Though scarce, date nights were your favourite. Between Sova’s many missions, and your job taking up time on the weekends, it was hard to spend time together. So when you showed up at Valorant, and gently dragged the hunter after his shift ended, he didn’t fight it. In fact, he welcomed it.

“I’ve not seen you with such emotion in a while,” said Sova, walking behind you, hand in hand. “What is the occasion?”

“It’s nothing,” you blushed. You heard a light chuckle behind you. You waited for him as he changed out of his work uniform, and took his hand again, leaving the premises.

You were feeling nostalgic this evening, and wanted to go back to a restaurant you both enjoyed. And since you were in Italy, what better place to have dinner, than one with a patio overlooking the sea?

After a short drive, you arrived. Sova recognized the restaurant immediately, pointing out how the two of you came here for one of your first dates. He had a great memory.

A waiter took you two out to the patio, with a seat next to the docks. Now that Spring was coming, you were thankful the sun stayed out longer. You’d get to savour the sunset tonight.

It was different than the earlier date- it was Summer then, warmer, brighter, breezier. You giggled to yourself, wearing a thin jacket to keep warm. You set down your menu. “I’ve decided I haven’t changed much in the last year. I’ll be ordering the same thing.”

Sova set his menu down, “I agree with you. I enjoyed what I ordered last time.”

The two of you put your orders in, and the waiter left. Sova reached over to cup your hands, your knees bumped together in the process, eliciting a chuckle from the both of you.