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Can u write something for reyna 😞 i’m in love with reyna fr and ur writing
Of course! Ty for requesting by the way! AND I JUST REALISED THAT THIS SUCKS!!!!!!!!! But at least i tried. Try to enjoy. Love ya!
Reyna. Oh, what a beautiful woman, isn't she. When you meet her in the corridors of the lair of Valorant, you look at her with admiring eyes. You're in love with her, it's very obvious, and almost the entire staff knows it. You're sitting in the canteen. Omen is cutting the branches of his little tree, and you are surfing the Internet from your laptop. You're bored. Until she came. You couldn't take your eyes off her, your eyes are shining like a bright star on a dark night, full of love! Reyna is looking to you. She sighs. Why did you have to love her? Only….you're just a pain in the ass...right ? When you finally returned to reality, you saw Reyna sipping her coffee and talking to Omen about the contents of your next mission…. Actually, she….she's scary. She's a killing machine, but a hot killing machine. You are smiling to yourself ve…ve you can hear her beautiful voice. Is she calling to you?
"Y/N. I asked you a question."
"H-huh? Huh, yeah? I was watching a video, I didn't hear it."
You're a terrible liar.
"Come with me."
She called you. She wanted to meet with you in private!!!
You went with her to a nook and cranny. Suddenly she pushed you against the wall. Her touch was neither hard nor soft.
"Do you think I don't know?"
"T-that you don't know what!?"
"The whole staff knows. Fools don't know, am I an idiot, Y/N?"
"H-no! S-it's just that I-"
She put her index finger on your lips.
"Shhh. Don't shout too much, we'll get caught."
There's a sly expression in her eyes, she's making fun of you, isn't she? Her lips are inches away. You feel her warm breath on your face and you get goosebumps.
"I'm going to try something, don't scream, don't faint, okay, sweetie?"
And that's when she pressed his lips to yours, she was teasing, wasn't she-!? She couldn't have kissed you willingly. You felt like you were going to die. You arebeing kissed by your crush and expected to stay calm? Your body feels like a cage to your heart, you don't even know how fast your heart beats per second. When you return to reality, you return the kiss. You can feel Reyna's grin on your lips.
R:"She's so sweet, so naive. It's a shame it's not mine, isn't it?"
Y/N:"I- is that so?"
She silences you with the kiss, her hands explore your entire body and- wait a minute. This… It's Fade!? It was too late when you realised that she was standing there, watching the initimate moments between you two.
F: I'm going to- I'm going to pretend I didn't see it, okay?
How long has he been there? Damn, this is so embarrassing! But it's Junky for Reyna.
"F-fade please don't tell anyone I-"
"Are you embarrassed, sweetie? It doesn't matter anymore, you're mine, okay, honey?"
She grinned at you, and you wondered what kind of good things might happen to you after that. But it wasn't going to be very good, because love had blinded you.
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𓆩🖤𓆪 Screw Your Bike! 𓆩🖤𓆪
❥ prompt: You hated to admit it but, you were jealous of a damn motorcycle. How was it possible to feel second place to a vrooming object with two-wheels? What did it have that you didn't? A leather seat and a holo-graphic chrome wrap, really? Well, if Kayn wanted to take a ride, he'd have to go through you. Literally and figuratively.
❥ content/warnings: nsfw 18+, dom!kayn, dirty talk, bratty behavior, profanity
❥ characters/pairings: Heartsteel!kayn x f!reader
You were going to be in so much trouble. Good. That's where you wanted to be. After being blown off recently, you weren't trying to be nice. If Kayn wanted to keep having fun with his new toy, then he'd have to go through you.
"Where the hell are my keys?" He growled out loud. Frustration igniting that irresistible scowl across his features. "I swear, if Ezreal thought It'd be funny to hide them, then it's going to be funnier when I murder him."
Oh. Poor Ezreal. You hated if he ever took the blame for your misdeed. But your secret wouldn't be kept for long. It was only a matter of time before you were found it. Which, you wanted to be. Very badly.
Kayn asked for your help in looking for the missing keys. You played your part well; sifting through cluttered drawers and couch cushions. After searching the house, it was time to search around the garage.
"Probably left it in the ignition or something," Kayn mumbled to himself, scanning the body of his motorcycle.
You stood a few feet away. Smiling. Watching him wrack his brain about where exactly were those damned keys. It was time to be found out. You bounced on your toes. Jingle Jingle.
That definitely caught someone's attention. Kayn looked up, narrowing his green eye against you. "Did you just...jingle?"
"I don't know. Did I?" You posed with fake innocence. You bounced again. Jingle Jingle. "Mm, maybe I did. I can't really tell. Would you mind finding out for me?”
Kayn’s look spat fire, but his smirk crossed with intrigue. He sauntered over with a sway, and sucked against his teeth. “Clever hiding spot. But kinda uninspiring, don’t you think?”
You merely shrugged. Allowing him to bask in whatever verbal triumph he wanted to display. You had to keep your cool. Especially when he plunged a hand between your cleavage. You held in a shudder. The rough of his knuckles brushed against your nipples during his careless search.
That all-too confident smirk faltered at the ends. But where his ended, your grin began. Nothing was there.
"You were right. That spot was uninspiring." You shook your lower half. Jingle Jingle. "Wonder where else they could be."
Kayn's jaw tightened. You saw the clench of teeth. He didn't liked to be fooled with. The fire that blazed just behind his eyes told you the punishment he wanted to reign. All according to plan.
"You're a damned brat." He said with a bite, tempting to snake a hand up your black mini-skirt.
He almost barked when you gripped his wrist, pinning his hand against your inner thigh. You narrowed your mascaraed lashes against him. "And you're an ass-head. Think I'd be happy with you blowing me off over your supped-up tricycle?"
Kayn glanced from his motorcycle back to you. So, this is what this was all about. You wanted to pick a fight with him over his new toy. Fine, have it your way—but it wasn't going to be the verbal kind. Words were all pointless, meaningless, a waste of time. Fucking things out always worked better.
Kayn slammed his mouth down on yours. You yelped, gripping his wrist tighter. You wouldn't relent, not so easily. When he sucked and nipped at your lower lip, you wrapped your free hand around his neck, grasping for some semblance of control.
Kayn groaned from the slight pressure and claimed your mouth fully. He returned that pressure by gripping tighter against your thigh fat. You were going to let his hand go. Unless you wanted bruises. He wasn't afraid to leave a mark or two on your body. Actually, he preferred it. A reminder of him anytime you undressed.
You whined a moan. The digging of his fingers sending shocks between your legs. You gasped for air, your strength siphoned.
Kayn breathed a shit-winning smirk into your ear. You bit your bottom lip. He thrusted his fingers inside your panty line. Sliding the keys out, the metal jostled and glided against your folds. Wet slicked and coated.
"You're going to pay for almost tarnishing the metal. I don't think you know exactly how much I'd have to cough up to replace them. Nothing you could afford with cash, anyway." Kayn's features darkened, licking the keys clean of your taste.
Oh God. He was such a dick. This is exactly what you wanted. "You're such an ass—"
You cried out when frim hands smacked against your back side, gripping the now tender flesh. Yanking you off your feet, Kayn practically tossed you onto his motorcycle. With your back pressed against the control panel, Kayn settled between your straddled legs. He was going to fuck on you his motorcycle to make a point? Before you could protest, Kayn possessed your lips with a snarl and bite. Goose-bumps rose when you heard the undoing of his jean button and the down slide of his zipper.
"I hope I ruin the leather on this stupid thing," you said, gripping his hot dick in your hand.
Kayn growled and shoved your mini-skirt up to your stomach, snapping your panties to the side. "Ruin it and you're going to be licking your mess off the seat, while I fuck you from behind."
Shit. That sounded so hot. "Screw your fucking bike," you said with a shudder. His fingers swiped against your pussy. Completely drenched for him.
"Don't tempt me with the idea." Kayn took himself from you in his hand, circling your clit with the head of his cock. Slicking it up and down. You writhed, legs shaking against his sides.
Kayn shifted his hips. With his glazed tip, he dragged the length of his cock through your entrance. Your throbbing folds parted, spreading around his shaft. Pushing up to your cervix, he dragged up and back, coating himself with your fluids.
Your hands snatched his shoulders, finding your nails leaving desperate trails for him to take you, over and over and over again. Pleading for him to never stop.
Kayn bent forward, gripping the motorcyle handles. He dipped his head, pressing his teeth against the helix of your ear. "Think you're more exciting than my bike? Then you better purr louder." Bastard!
Kayn slammed inside of you, delivering all of his frustration, hunger and revenge. Taking you like the demon that he inevitably was. You cried out, tightening your legs around him, holding him closer. As if he was your savior and not your actual reaper.
Fuck. You were so hot, tight, and wet. Your walls pulsed and squeezed, making him swell and throb. Kayn gritted his teeth. He almost let himself reach his threshold before you—he was never going to let you fucking win.
Kayn lapped a long tongue across your neck, before diving and sinking a pair of canines into your skin. An apparent mark of his victory. You whole body jolted with pleasure. Your pussy clamped down so hard around his shaft, for a moment, Kayn's vision went black.
You screamed his name. Bucked against him. Coming all around him. Kayn went with you, catching his vulgar groans in his throat as he filled up your insides.
You got exactly what you wanted. Kayne think's he's won, and that's fine. But you were the real winner. He rode you before the damn bike. You smiled to yourself. All according to plan.
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Emerald Whispers: A Healing Kiss
A/N: AND ALSO NO ONE WANTED THIS.
The training room was filled with a calming aura, a stark contrast to the chaos and gunfire that Sage and you were accustomed to on the battlefield. Sage, the serene and wise agent from Valorant, had taken it upon herself to teach you the intricacies of her healing abilities. Her onyx eyes sparkled with a mix of determination and kindness as she explained the nuances of the green orbs.
As you watched her hands move gracefully, manipulating the orbs with ease, you couldn't help but be in awe of her. The way she radiated both strength and gentleness was captivating, and it wasn't just her healing powers that held your attention.
At one point, you found yourself momentarily lost in the movement of her lips, entranced by the way her words formed and her expressions shifted. You quickly looked away, cheeks tinged with a soft pink, hoping she hadn't noticed.
However, Sage was perceptive, and the corners of her lips quirked up in a knowing smile. "You seem quite focused, [Your Name]. Are you following along?"
You nodded, trying to compose yourself. "Yes, Sage, I'm paying attention."
She took a step closer, her gaze warm and understanding. "Good. It's important to master this technique. It could mean the difference between life and death out there."
Her proximity sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn't help but meet her gaze. There was an unspoken connection between you, one that went beyond the battlefield.
Suddenly, Sage's hand gently cupped your chin, tilting your face up towards hers. The touch was tender, filled with a quiet intensity. Your heart raced, anticipation mingling with surprise.
"Sage…" you began, your voice barely a whisper.
She smiled softly, her thumb gently caressing your cheek. "Sometimes, [Your Name], healing isn't just about mending wounds. It's about understanding, connection, and trust."
And with that, she closed the distance, her lips meeting yours in a kiss that was both gentle and passionate. It was a revelation, a merging of souls, a testament to the unspoken feelings that had grown between you.
Time seemed to slow, the world fading away, leaving just the two of you in that intimate moment. The kiss held a promise, a promise of mutual respect, trust, and a shared purpose.
As Sage pulled back, her eyes locked onto yours, her expression filled with tenderness and a touch of vulnerability. "Now, shall we continue?."
Smirked.
You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest. "Y-Yeah- Yes…definetly."
In that tranquil training room, amidst the hum of energy and the scent of healing herbs, you and Sage stood connected, knowing that this moment would forever bind you together, not just as agents, but as something deeper and more profound. As she continues teaching you, you could'nt stop thinking about blessing that Sage gave you…
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Far away, yet so close.
A/N: IK NO ONE ASKED BUT I NEEDED TO WRITE THIS. 😭
And also, im new, please request something!
Under the neon glow of the Valorant base's low lights, Deadlock and you found a moment of respite after a harrowing mission. The air was charged with a unique mix of tension and relief that only those who had faced danger together could understand.
As the two of you stood there, the weight of the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the palpable electricity between you. Deadlock's usually stoic demeanor softened in your presence, her cybernetic eye reflecting the gentle affection she held for you.
Without a word, you stepped closer, your hands finding their place on her hips, drawing her into an intimate embrace. Her breath hitched, surprised by the sudden closeness, but she relaxed into your touch, allowing herself to be held.
You could feel the steady thrum of her heart against your chest, a rhythmic beat that resonated with your own. In that moment, the lines between battle-hardened agent and tender lover blurred. It was just the two of you, finding solace in the quiet sanctuary you'd created.
You tilted her chin up gently, meeting her gaze with a soft smile. In those eyes, you saw a vulnerability that she reserved only for you, a trust that went beyond words. And in return, you cradled her face, your fingers tracing the contours of her cybernetic enhancements with gentle reverence.
Leaning in, your lips met in a sweet, lingering kiss. It was a silent promise, an affirmation of the love that had blossomed amidst the chaos of their world. The taste of victory and the lingering scent of gunpowder seemed to fade, replaced by the sweetness of each other's presence.
As you pulled away, Deadlock rested her forehead against yours, her breath mingling with yours in the quiet space you'd carved out for yourselves. There were no need for grand declarations; the depth of your connection spoke volumes in the tender moments you shared.
In that hushed corner of the base, amidst the echoes of a thousand battles, you and Deadlock stood as a testament to the power of love in even the most trying of circumstances. In each other's arms, you found not only comfort and solace, but a home that transcended the boundaries of their world.
The world of Valorant had taught both of you that danger could lurk around any corner, but it had also taught you the invaluable lesson that love was a force that could conquer even the most daunting challenges. As you held Deadlock close, the world outside seemed to disappear entirely, leaving only the warmth and tenderness of your embrace.
With a soft, affectionate whisper, you murmured, "I love you," the words carrying a profound weight that transcended the battlefield. Deadlock's cybernetic eye shimmered with emotion, and she replied in kind, her voice barely above a breath, "I love you too."
It was a simple declaration, but it held within it a universe of shared experiences, trust, and an unbreakable bond that had grown amidst the chaos and uncertainty of their lives as agents. In that moment, you both knew that no matter how challenging the battles ahead might be, you would face them together.
Time seemed to stand still as you continued to hold each other, relishing the warmth of your connection. The sounds of the base, the distant chatter of other agents, and the hum of machinery faded into the background, drowned out by the symphony of your hearts beating in perfect harmony.
As the night wore on, you and Deadlock remained entwined, finding comfort in the presence of the one person who truly understood you. In each other's arms, you found strength, solace, and the unwavering belief that, no matter what trials the world threw your way, your love would always light the path forward.
In the world of Valorant, where chaos reigned supreme and danger lurked at every turn, your love story was a beacon of hope and a reminder that, even in the darkest of times, love could conquer all. With a final, gentle kiss, you both knew that you were ready to face whatever challenges the future held, hand in hand, hearts intertwined.
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