Hope you’re doing well Rigel! Thanks for answering my Sage x Reader request last time, I happened to read it for the first time at work and was smiling the whole time. This time, may I request some cuddling HCs with Sage, Skye, Jett, and Reyna? If that’s too many I understand, you can just do Sage and Jett!
I'm doing wonderful thank you! I'm glad you liked the Sage fic and I am more than happy to do headcanons for all of them! Hope you enjoy!
-Rigel
Cuddling Headcanons - Sage/Skye/Jett/Reyna
Word Count: 300+
Warnings: None
SAGE:
Sage is a very busy woman, and because of that she doesn’t get a lot of opportunities to cuddle.
When she does though, she’s very affectionate.
She’s usually naturally cold, so she likes to snuggle up to you with a blanket or something
When spooning, she likes to be the little spoon, but is willing to try and be the big spoon too.
Really likes sitting in your lap and having you wrap your arms around her waist. Perfect place for her to cover your face is kisses which leaves both of you a giggling mess.
SKYE:
Skye loves cuddling.
She always makes sure you know how much she cares about you by making sure you feel safe in her arms.
She’s a big fan of the honeymoon hug position so she can hold you and be close to you.
Doesn’t initiate the cuddling too often, but will always offer if she notices you feeling down.
Not really cuddling, but I am a firm believer that Skye gives the absolute best hugs.
JETT:
Jett claims she doesn’t like cuddling. This is a complete lie. She just doesn’t want to look soft.
The moment the two of you are alone, her head is in your lap as you play with her hair, or she’s wrapping her arms around you from behind as she rests her chin on your shoulder.
She moves a lot in her sleep, so if the two of you are cuddling while you sleep, it’s likely just one of her arms draped over you or your legs intertwined.
She doesn’t cuddle a whole lot unless the two of you are trying to sleep, so during the day it’s mostly just long hugs or leaning against you.
REYNA:
Despite her intimidating demeanor, she loves holding you in her arms.
She’s always warm, so she makes a wonderful cuddling partner if you’re cold.
Really fond of cuddling positions like the sweetheart’s cradle and the half-spoon. She’s always the big spoon though, but she finds it funny when you attempt to try and be the big spoon instead.
Likes to always be touching you somehow, whether it be an arm around your waist or holding your hand.
loved the fic where the reader checked out chamber’s tattoos! could you please write something similar with reyna?
Thank you for the request! After a bit of a wait, it is finally here! Hope you enjoy!
-Rigel
Reyna x Reader - Tattoo Tour
Word Count: 800+
Warnings: A tiny bit suggestive
When you first joined the VP, you were able to befriend most of the other agents fairly quickly. Some of them were friendlier than others, and some were just easier to approach. Understandably, Reyna was neither of those.
Well, not exactly. She wasn’t mean or intentionally unfriendly, she was just incredibly intimidating. That isn’t to say that you didn’t want to talk to her.
Her tattoos immediately caught your eye the moment you first saw her. Funnily enough, one of the first impressions you got of her was when the two of you were on a mission together with a few other agents. Reyna was fast and lethal, and it was incredibly impressive. You noticed how her chest would glow, sometimes brighter than others, especially when she would kill a mirror agent. The glow would spread along her tattoos sometimes, and your eyes would follow the designs whenever you could.
You wanted to ask her about them. How did her radiant abilities interact with the sleek black ink designs on her arms that would occasionally turn that vibrant purple? Did her other arm hold similar markings? Did they extend across her back and chest?
You try to find a good time to talk to her. Always waiting a bit longer than you needed to after a mission, only to chicken out whenever the chance actually came.
It finally comes down to Reyna being the one to bring it up first.
“You waiting for someone?” She finally asks when she comes out of the locker rooms where everyone who had just gotten back had changed. Other than you two and the others that were now gone, there’s no one else here. The lockers are connected to the training hall, which is where you’re standing, but given the time, there won’t be anyone in here for the rest of the day. Her hair is damp and she’s wearing a baggy sweater and sweats. It’s very different from her mission attire which fits tight against her skin.
You were waiting for someone. You had been waiting for her just like every other time that you had after a mission.
“Well?” She prompts after you remain silent for a moment. She’s smirking, and you have a feeling that she knows you wanted to talk to her this whole time.
“Yes, I’ve been meaning to ask you about your tattoos actually,” you answer, voice only a little uncertain. “They’re really cool and I wanted to get a better look at them. If you wouldn’t mind, that is.” Her smile proves your theory that she’s known since the beginning.
“Of course, I thought you would never ask,” she teases. “Follow me.” She begins to head toward one of the tables in the room. She sits down and gestures for you to do the same, before she’s taking off the sweater, leaving her in only her bra. You blush but you don’t question it. From the look on her face, she finds this very amusing.
You shift your focus to your initial concern, which is her tattoos.
You can now see how the design loops around the section of her chest that still glows faintly and continues up and around her neck, creating intricate designs around her back. You hear her laugh softly at the little gasp you let out.
You reach up a hand, before hesitating and laughing sheepishly.
“Sorry, can I feel?”
“Go ahead, cariño,” she says with a smile, turning to give you a better view of her back.
When you drag your fingers across the tattoos, they feel warmer than the rest of her skin, and there is a steady, faint pulse that you can feel moving through the ink that seems to sync with the faint pulsing glow of her chest. She shifts, and suddenly the black shifts in hue to that bright pink and then the purple, rippling through the designs. It’s breathtaking to watch.
“Wow,” you breathe out and Reyna laughs.
“Does this sate your curiosity?” She asks as she shrugs the sweater back on.
“Yes, thank you. I’ve been trying to ask for a while.”
“I know,” she says, laughing as you blush. “You are not as subtle as you might think. Don’t worry, it’s endearing.”
She stands up and you do the same.
“They light up like that during any… strenuous activity, perhaps I could show you another time.” She winks and the weight of her implications takes a moment for you to process before your blush deepens. “Was nice finally getting to speak with you.”
“Thank you,” you say as she walks away. You hear her laugh again, a sound that you very much want to hear more of.
You might have thought Reyna was one of the scariest of the other agents at first but after this? You couldn’t wait for the next chance you got to talk to her.
The short skirt imagine w/ Chamber was HOT. How bout 1 w/ Reyna & fem!reader plz???
Thank you for the request! Always love writing for Reyna <3 Hope you enjoy!
-Rigel
Reyna x fem!reader - Short Skirt
Word Count: 524
Warnings: Slight NSFW
You look at yourself in the mirror. The outfit leaves little to the imagination. The shirt that dips low on your chest and the skirt that stops at just the right spot to be okay to wear outside, but far past the point of modesty.
You can see the muddled array of deep pinks and purples on your neck, reminders of the night before that you debate covering with makeup.
You figure it would be more hassle than it's worth, the ones that are just visible on your thighs would be annoying to cover anyway.
You don’t get far into the thought before you see a familiar figure come up behind you in the reflection. You smile at her as she looks you up and down appreciatively.
She presses herself against you, resting her chin on your shoulder while she maintains eye-contact with you.
“Y/n… cariño, you look so lovely.” She wraps her arms around your waist.
You blush and mumble out a thank you as she laughs softly.
“I don’t think I can share you with the world tonight, perhaps our dinner will just have to wait,” her voice is low in your ear, and you let out a gasp as you feel her hand wander up under the hem of your shirt.
“Zyanya…” You breathe out as she presses a collection of kisses to your neck.
You feel your face warm as you feel her other hand snake up your skirt and drag her fingers across your thighs. Reyna never stops staring at you, enjoying the way you shy away from her gaze.
She takes her other hand out from under your shirt to bring it up to your chin, gently turning you back to face the mirror.
“Don’t you want to see how beautiful you are? How sensitive you are from even the lightest touches? Keep watching, cariño.” She stares into your eyes, and this time you don’t move when she lets go of your chin. “Good girl,” she praises, pressing a kiss just below your ear and nipping at the skin of your neck. You try not to react so strongly to her words.
Her hand returns to its place under your shirt, and you shudder as she ghosts her nails over the skin of your stomach, moving higher and higher.
The hand at your thigh reaches closer to where you want it most, but never gets there. Only pinches lightly at the skin nearby, teasing you. The way she watches you so intently while she does all of this fills your body with warmth.
You feel the hand at your chest pull playfully at the bottom of your bra as she nips at one of the marks on your neck and you finally whimper.
“Zyanya, please.”
Reyna laughs, her eyes dark as she stares at you.
“Come on,” she says, taking her hands off you completely, “we’ll be late for dinner.”
“No, no, please,” you whine. “Forget about dinner.”
“Don’t worry, we’ll be home soon and then I can have my dessert.” She puts a hand on your hip and starts to lead you out of the bedroom.
hey can you make a headcanon of what it would be like to date reyna? like how would she feels about pda, what kind of dates she would take the reader to. thank youu😁
Thank you for the request! Hope you enjoy!
-Rigel
Reyna x Reader - Dating Headcanons
Word Count: 400+
Warnings: None
Reyna doesn’t mind pda. She likes holding your hand while the two of you walk somewhere or walking somewhere with an arm around your waist. Little kisses on the cheek or forehead.
She likes to show you off. Making sure that people know that you’re hers.
She isn’t a jealous person by any means. If someone hits on you and if they aren’t being a creep she’ll let them shower you in compliments before she comes over and clearly lets them know that you’re spoken for. She finds it so amusing when they get embarrassed and quickly leave.
She’s definitely bought the two of you something matching. Like a necklace or a bracelet that matches one that she has. She always wears it because to her it's a way of always having you with her.
She likes spoiling you with little gifts and surprises. She loves bringing you flowers and has quickly figured out what your favourite kind and colours are. Anything you ask for it’s yours, because she wants you to know that you deserve the world.
She enjoys taking you out to a nice dinner often. Buying you a new beautiful outfit to wear out to the fanciest place.
She enjoys concert dates. Likes dancing with you and getting to listen to your favourite bands.
Loves pet names and nicknames for you. Rarely will she call you by your actual name. Partly because she just likes it, and partly because she loves seeing you blush when she uses them.
She tells you how much she loves you all the time. She always wants to make sure you know. Even if she’s only going somewhere for an hour or so, she still makes sure to say ‘I love you’ before she leaves.
She doesn’t cuddle a lot during the day unless you specifically ask to, but she does love holding you close when the two of you sleep.
Even if she’s busy a lot of the time, she always makes sure that she has time for you. She always puts aside certain days for just the two of you, and especially for special events like anniversaries or birthdays.
If she has to spend time away from you for any reason, she always makes sure to send you a text or call you at some point.
Every time she gets home from a trip she showers you in cuddles and affection to make up for the days she was away.
Hello! May I request a fanfic, where the reader is very gay for Reyna and kinda awkward about it, wants to approach her but she’s just so intimidating n they keep on chickening out and Reyna knows the entire time, at first humours that then decides it’s enough of the cat n mouse game and takes things in her hands and ✨r o m a n c e✨ ensues?
Thank you for this request, I love writing for Reyna so much and this was a fun idea :> A bit short, but hope you enjoy!
-Rigel
Reyna x Reader - Cat and Mouse
Word Count: 686
Warnings: None
Reyna was an intimidating woman, anyone could see that. Her commanding demeanour and demanding presence when she walked into any room could deter any person from questioning her. She was more than aware of the effect she had on other people and she found it incredibly amusing.
You were different from the others though, she noticed that fairly quickly. Instead of cowering from her, you would just blush and turn away quickly, making some excuse why you had to leave whenever she seemed like she was going to talk to you. You wanted to speak to her, that much was certain. She made it her personal goal to tease you as much as she could at first.
She would sit down near you in the commons area every chance she got. Each time you would start fidgeting nervously before quickly stating that you had to leave and speak to Sage or Brimstone or whoever was more convenient at the time.
She didn’t relent, even on missions. Sometimes she would take down an entire enemy team and then look at you with a wink, saying something along the lines of “that was just for you, cariño.” She revelled in the way that you blush and stutter out some form of a thank you. The best was when she would compliment you on something. The way you would flounder and flush, quickly leaving the moment you were able.
She knew that you had feelings for her. It was so glaringly obvious. And that’s what made it so fun to tease you. She wanted you to say something to her first, but she also couldn’t resist toying with you a little bit first.
But after a few more weeks of the same game, she finally has enough and decides to take pity on you.
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“Y/n, excellent work out there today. Such a performance, one might think you were after my own heart,” she teases, getting incredibly close to you. You can feel the warmth radiating from your face as the proximity and the flattery.
“Thank you,” you manage to get out, your voice small.
“I’ll be honest,” she starts, pressing her hand against the wall beside your head and leaning against it. “I’ve noticed the way you stare at me.” She smirks at you, the look in her eyes is the only thing saving you from thinking that you have somehow upset her.
“Oh? I didn’t think I- I mean I didn’t mean-” you begin to make a feeble attempt to explain yourself before she interrupts you.
“No need to explain yourself. I know, I’m quite distracting,” she continues to tease you, leaning closer. As much as you want to duck away from her and run, you can’t help but remain in her gaze. “I almost thought you weren’t interested,” she muses, and you feel your heart stop for a moment.
“What?” You say, dumbfounded. There was no way you were that obvious, was there?
She laughs. “You seem to think I wouldn’t catch on to the way you swoon whenever I so much as look at you. Don’t worry, I find it quite entertaining. You’re very cute, you know.” There’s no way that she can’t see the blush on your face as she continues. “But even I tire of teasing eventually; so I must ask, y/n, would you like to join me for dinner tonight?”
You blank for a second. You had honestly thought she was going to turn you down, but here she was, clearly returning your feelings and asking you out.
“Of course,” you squeak. “That would be nice.”
She laughs again and leans back, taking her hand from its place on the wall beside you. She brushes her fingers along your cheek for a second as she moves her hand and you feel your heart flutter.
“I’ll pick you up tonight at six.” She walks away, and you stay pressed against the wall as you watch her.
When she’s gone, you take a deep breath. You really would have said something far earlier if you knew it was going to go this well.
