#but there will be more overwatch stuff soon

[snootlestheangel]

Hi snootels I also had/am having a shit day and I would love to hear more about overwatch!

Could you talk about the queer characters or your head canons for them please? I just need to hear something nice about the queers(tm) at the moment.

I am so sorry you're having a rough day, honey. I am in your corner so say the words and my 5'2" ass will fight someone

I will say I like how the characters that are queer are like realistic

Like, Tracer casually refers to her girlfriend Emily in a few interactions/voice lines, which I think is really cool. It's a subtle way of building her character without making anything seem forced. I just also think these two are the cutest together, especially in that comic thing where they visit Winston and all have sweaters, that was precious.

Baptiste being bi makes me very happy in a way I cannot explain. It fits but like it just makes me so happy. I do not understand why and I'm not in the mental state to question why

Love old gay man Soldier. One of the most straight coded characters and he's fucking gay. Fantastic I love it, 10/10.

I want Pharah to have a girlfriend so badly. Badass butch Pharah and her sweet femme girlfriend would be so good. (I do not see Pharah/Mercy because I want them to stay friends for the sake of there can be strong, platonic relationships between gay and straight women without the queer one harboring feelings. And I feel if they did that, it would be forced to appease the fans that do ship the two. Also I just ship Genji/Mercy too strongly)

Venture 👌 it's a shame they don't have more skins because I've seen several really good skin ideas for them.

I will admit, I definitely still ship Cassidy/Hanzo. But like, I feel like they have such a complicated relationship until they realize they have romantic feelings for each other. Lots of arguing, lots of what seems like hatred of the other, blah blah blah. Meanwhile Genji who knows both of them the best, is like "nah give it time, soon they'll be inviting us to the wedding" (definitely no one believes him until it happens lol). Part of the problem I feel like is that Hanzo has a lot of internalized homophobia from being raised as heir to the yakuza empire his family ran. Like, that kind of situation doesn't seem to be very accepting, ya know?

It's also part of why he and Genji eventually became so distant from each other and what led up to the fight. Genji was openly queer in his delinquent teen years, and it pissed his family off.

But also firm believer in asexual!Hanzo. Let the man be a sad little weirdo with his cowboy boyfriend there to support him.

I feel like Morrison (Soldier 76) definitely harbored feelings for Reyes (Reaper) before the fall of Overwatch, but Reyes rejected him/had a family. It makes their relationship in current Overwatch even deeper because while the feelings weren't reciprocated, they were still friends and soldiers in arms, and now they're strangers to even themselves.

If you are interested, I do have an Overwatch sideblog: @snootlesow

I haven't posted there in a hot minute but it's got some stuff on it

[badyan]

Thought onslaught

"I just!…don’t know…"

"Why are you even questioning this?" his voice was cold and unaffected, but you know he doesn’t mean to be so harsh with you. It’s just his usual state. You still feel like you’re interrupting him though…

"It is your birthday. You humans love your celebrations…sometimes even too much," he adds in a lower tone, scrolling for something in his holopad. "So why should no one care this time?"

You go quiet. The thought about you being the most annoying mopping goof floods your mind again. Second day straight. You know too well he has no intention to sound so cold. But two days with these anxious thoughts boiling up within your head…You don’t even have any strength left to pour him your whole heart out. Especially when he’s like this, all in accordance with his role. Right…You should not try to get in touch with him when he’s working. It’s not about personal, you’ve discussed it already — it’s just like his mind switches into the commander mode. And you’ve lost him till the dead of the night.

"Should’ve known better…" you think to yourself, standing up and leaving him alone. Maybe you’re just too tired. Exhausted, actually. Sleep would be great — especially the part when you can have your mind turned off.

You fall flat, huge pillow embracing your face, soft cool darkness soothing your heated watery eyes. You need to take a time-out of this endless thought onslaught. And you can. But right before your mind completely blurs to sleep, you hear him calling you from the other room.

"Where are you?"

"I’ll nap…a bit…" you only mumble in the dark, voice so small in this yearning silence. You know he heard you. You simply try to brush off new wave of trembling overthoughts and force your mind blank, letting the slumber consume you. You don’t want to mull it all over anymore.

The last thing that came to your mind was Ram as you hear some distant clicking of his vents opening in a sigh. Maybe it would have been much easier if you were an omnic like him, able to switch your dumb fucking anxious head off…That would be awesome, even for a bit…

You dissolve into the sweet oblivion of your dreams, now blank, peaceful. Perfect void for your disheartened heart to hide…

…that was until you got scared awake by the sudden noise of fire alarm. Annoying loud beeping was coming from the kitchen, where you immedeately rushed, almost falling because your socks slipped on the smooth floor tiles. You even felt your spine crack from how awkwardly you moved, catching your balance back — but the sight in front of you was worthy of that.

You arrived at the same moment his hand teared the fire alarm detector off the ceiling, crushing it to crunch straight away just to shut the damn thing. He moves frantically, aggressively even, as if this poor alarm could pose a danger to him and all his beloved ones.

Ramattra stands beside the stove awkwardly, oddly slouching and staring at you back silently. The whole scene was so chaotic and so sudden that it makes you both just freeze on the spot, taking a second to comprehend the what-tha-fuck moment. You blink sleepily, taking in the way he stands strangely in the middle of house equipment’s murder scene. He was never jealous of other machines that surround you daily…

Although his pose deceives him badly. Yes, of course it’s usual for him to lower his head like this indoors since he is too large for your cute little kitchen ( or better say, your cute litte kitchen is too small for his full-height posture ) — but right now you sense something off in the way he clumsily stand there, gripping the edge of the countertop, watching you intently with a hint of…guilt?

A deer in the headlights, a little boy who goofed around too much and is now trying to escape getting grounded, quickly eliminating all the evidence of his goofball deeds — that’s what you see in the kitchen instead of your lovely ravager boy. This confounded pose and the way he don’t know where to look to escape your shoked gaze, letting the awfully long foolish pause give him away even more…it’s so obvious that he’s hiding something from you, it makes him sick with embarrassment.

And the more he tries to cover it up, the more it makes your lips curl into a silly smirk. You already know what’s going on — but the view…is charming.

"What?…" was all you can mutter carefully, tone already mischievous.

"Nothing." even his own vocaliser deceives him, pure confusion is evident in his tone. He can only thank the Iris that his faceplate can’t blush, otherwise he would be all red at the moment.

"Why?" your cheeks start to hurt from how big of a smile you have as you point at the poor fire alarm debris in his fist.

"It…it could have waked you up. It did." he objects, though knowing that his arguments sound lame.

"It was doing its job!" you chuckle "It’s the least it could do since big boy commander can’t deal with some mundane human cooking…" you taunt and he lowers his head in shame. He had no time to get rid of the smell of burned food before you rushed over…

You can’t resist this adorable goof. Giggling heartedly, you gesture him to move out of the way. He hesitated for a moment, before he slowly steps to the side, letting you to the stove. There it is — a whole pan of veggies and burned down tomato sause, seasoned with your favourite herbs. All burned, too. You hear his back vents clicking open as he watches you examining the remains of what meant to be your own specialty pasta…

But oh, how his circuitry melts when he’s met with your smile, pure joy shining in your sleepy eyes despite the meal being totally ruined. He freezes, afraid to scare off the moment, finding himself forgetting how to pronounce words. Instead he just stares at you, hoping you’ll read straight from his eyes all the things his soul speaks but his vocaliser can’t yet. At the back of his mind, he sometimes wishes he could have the same deep, gorgeous eyes, just like you, as a human, have…Eyes that can talk louder than any voice or gesture or body language could muster. That would be wonderful, just a bit of this charm any human was born with…

"You sweetheart…" you murmur, gently leaning on him, hugging, snuggling, feeling how his hands wrap around your whole body in his big bear’s embrace, incredibly soft and careful for a creature of steel…your head cradled against his chest and he is nuzzling your hair from up above, planting a silent omnicode kiss.

"You remembered my pasta…"

"Of course I have…I wanted to make you your favourite"

"You remembered my comfort food recipe…to make it for me…"

"… and I burnt the whole meal."

"You! remembered!! and wanted to make!!! for me!!!! and almost cooked!!!!!" you laugh and it fills him with the warmth he has never known.

Perhaps, this is what home feels like…

"So…you’re not mad? Even though I totally screwed it up?"

"Not at all, hun. But I would if we won’t cook it together now." your mischievous smirk is making him thank the Iris again for not being able to blush.

He is enamoured.

~~~~~~~

@statuetochka, @t3chborb silly Rama food is ready!!! fluff flavoured, because my birthday is coming next wednesday, anxiety is getting me and Rama is my babe therapy

[tabiwabi]

Chapter 2 of Take A Gamble On Me is up!

[zackcollins]

King of the World || CGY vs TOR || 12/10/22 || 📸: Michael Chisholm ©

[eyewussjack]

sorry i havent posted in like. probably a year i’ve been obsessed with turtles recently and like several other things but that’s the most recent and most powerful one

[darling-answers]

Part 1 Overwatch Agents breaking the bed/desk

( some of these have breaking the bed others have same scenario similar but breaking other stuff 😏. NO MINORS ARE ALLOWED IN THIS FANFIC. PLEASE AND THANK YOU. RESPECT MY WISHES AS I WOULD YOURS.)

TW., Predator vs Prey, Mention of Heats but no a/b/o Kiriko has a cock, Fingering, insulting, Petnames as in “ Baby girl, Babe”. Etc, Smoking, Thigh Riding, Sex, Jerking Off, Over Thinking and self doubts, Oral Sex, Cum eating, Brat Taming, Size Kink, bonding, Body worship. Mentions of Old people, I’M TALKING IN THR SENSE OF 50-60 years old having sex obviously in Reinhardt part. Affirming. Degradation and praising. Reader gets slapped once.

( D.va, Cole Cassidy, Tracer, Genji,Reinhardt, Ana Amari, Symmetra, Kiriko.)

Continuation of this post

Side note: D.va is 22 in this, since she officially around the age 19-20 I aged her up for the comfort of my followers and Me. I will not be writing for Illari as she is 18.

Genji does not have a dick sense it a fanfic it won’t kill you for genji to have a smaller writing cause I can’t see him having a dick and it not hurting

Symmetra and Genji had the lowest amount of writing and it was because I have been working on this for two weeks and I didn’t want to recount the same thing over and over so I tried my best to switch it up the best as possible

I’ll be honest Pharah and Lifeweaver were supposed to be in this fanfic but when I was writing Reinhardt I didn’t realize that Reinhardt did sorta body worship so I had to skip Pharah, also the fact I felt it a little weird to have young Pharah in this fanfic in Ana fanfic and then write for older so for less confusion she will be in part two. I’ll be honest the prompt I had for Lifeweaver at the end thinking about it, it didn’t fully fit the theme of Lifeweaver so he will come to part 2-3 to.

NOW ONTO THE WRITING 🧡

D.Va ( Hana Song.)

• “ Hey Baby! welcome back! You came back so soon! OMG! I have so many things to tell you!” She Rushes to give you the biggest hug, To be expected she remembers you telling her that you were supposed to be gone for 5 months so to come back in only 3 months we’re surely a gift and one to be thankful. Coming to grab at your bags that you had packed with the help of her she rushes to put any heavy armor you had on you to the floor. “ Hana, you do not need to help me, I’m perfectly capable of taking my own armor and ammunition off myself just cause I’m back does not mean you need to do more work and stress yourself.” Mumbling and grumbling out the words she completely shushes you and grabs at your clothing pulling them off, shoving you into the Bathroom, “ Let me give you a little surprise BUT! After you take a shower you’re a little stinky!” She giggles placing a towel down and the beloved soap she made you buy. She quickly shuts the door and rushes around the house.

• Getting out of the shower with only a towel covering you, open the door to try and find where D.va was a lot harder than you expected. “ I thought you wanted me to-“ a gasp of air left your lips as you slowly come up to cover your eyes only to have your towel be drag to the floor by gravity itself. Peeking out through your fingers to the sight infront of you. Hana sitting on her work desk, wearing a dark red Lingerie, her legs which were crossed slowly came undone to open her legs completely wide.

• “ Come here.. it been so long since I have gotten to have you all to myself! Don’t be shy.” She lets out a pout as she gently lifts her hand to come beckon you over walking over to her she grab your hand and guides it towards her pussy, coming to move the fabric out of the way she helps you create a rhythmic movement, fingering her she moves her hand away to grab on your hair, pushing your face to be inches away from her face, she comes to grab at your cheeks to place her lips on your lips mouthing at your lips, sucking on the bottom of your lip she gently scoots backwards on the desk to give more space for you to have better access to her, coming to gently squeeze at your hip feeling so close to her climax she leans back on her hands.

• “ Please.. please, let me..” her head rolls back as her pussy contract as she let out a cry her fingers gripping your shoulders as her back arches she comes to let out a loud moan. Her body let out a heave as the table becomes lopsided falling to the ground causing both Hana and you to slam your body into the floor. She lets out a giggle from both pain and how equally shocked you both were. “ I guess I was too hot for this table to handle us both.” She divaly flick her hair from her shoulder as she comes to prop the top of her body up to come and look at you. “ Ready for round two! Player two?” She smiles down winking at you.

Cole Cassidy

• “ You mother fucker! You asshole, you son of a bitch! I hate you!” Screaming was heard throughout the house. Cole Cassidy, who was known as Jesse Mcree, sat on the couch with a smirk and a grin, tipping his hat down letting the woman take out her frustration and Anger on the cowboy. “ Baby girl take a breather before you become unable to breathe.” He grinned with a cigarette around his lips, watching as the woman storm up to him he grabbed her by her waist and dragged her down onto his lap slowly rubbing in circles on her skin around her waist. “ I know I said I wouldn’t smoke in your house but- bad habits die hard hun.” He mumbles grabbing his hat and placing it on the women head. “ you! Ugh you make me so frustrated!” Hearing the women screech he slowly move bounce her on his thigh. “ if you’re so frustrating and feeling feisty then get to riding, the saddle ain’t just for sitting on.” He let out a chuckle coming to bounce you roughly on his knee, nipping at your neck he slowly pulled at your sweater, letting it be pulled over your head.

• Being Mindful of the hat that was his signature cowboy look he roughly bounced you on his knee again, coming to bare handed rip your shorts off your body tossing the fabric that was in his hand over the side of the couch, grunting at the way your pussy clings to that underwear. Gently palming at your pussy he cups it in his hands coming to rub harshly at your clit over and over with fast pacing Movements. He started bouncing his knee short but pacing enough have your slick that started building up to come soak your underwear. “ Well well, look who the one who knows can’t handle having some of the fire that was first given.” He mumbled taking the cigar out of his mouth and letting it be smushed in the smoke cup. Rolling his head back in forth he grunts at the feeling of a puddle slowly start forming around his pants that were being rubbed back in forth in friction with your pussy. Moans and whines filled the area as he watches you come to cover your mouth closing your eyes, letting you roll your eyes as he suddenly stop. Smirking when he sees you whines and hit him on the shoulder from the painful feeling of being so close but so far from the delicious utopia.

• wandering Hands that were shakily come to undo his belt, grasping at his penis he felt you start to jerk him off, moving in a up and down stimulation, the movement cause him to let out a slur of shit and fuck me. As he comes to grab your wrist he grabs at your ass and one hand and moves you to straddle his waist. “ Let me help you babe, ride me Baby.” He piston his hips dragging his fat cock in and out of your tight hole, letting his cock kiss your cervix as he grips your hips grinding you down watching as your walls clinch and contract around his cock. “ fuck me baby that is some tight shit you have going on, damn baby.” He grunting and groaned as his hat started lop siding on your head

• “ shit baby!” The slam of a leg of the couch giving out. Causing the couple to slide to the left. There haft way on the couch and down as a groan and a whine was heard from the women. “ You need a better couch!” A groan was let out as she rubbed at her head, which was banged against Cassidy head. “ damn baby and we are so close..” he mumbled letting out a cough of a laugh. Sighing as he watches you walk into another room and grab a spare of clothing as he looked at you unimpressed. “ are you going to leave me hanging dear?” Watching you open the bathroom door and peeking your head back out of the bathroom. “ who said we can’t move it in here?”

Tracer

“ Love! What are you doing out here..? You’re supposed to be resting! I can’t believe you’re trying to be up and about right now.” She blinks towards you grabbing the mug out of your hand, “ I can’t believe you even had the audacity knowing that I’m right here faster to help you, all you had to do what ask!” She smiles gently guiding you back towards your room, setting the mug on the coffee table and gently setting you down on the bed, guiding you to lay back down. The injuries you sustained were worse than most missions you been subjected through harsh conditions which cause you to have to stay in bed even longer Emily both you and Lena Girlfriend had to go to work which left Lena staying home to take care of your injuries, given permission by her commanders to do so. “ I’m so sorry you are forced to go stay home, I know how you like to be out on the field.” Mumbling out an apology made Lena heart grow weak “ oh Love! You did nothing wrong stop being so hard on yourself! Everyone has some mess up and everyone can and will get injured from time to time and that will never make me feel less love for you.”

She suddenly lean in and hugged you tightly let out a big deep breathe in and out and snuggled with you coming to gently pull you down to be laying down. She comes to climb on top of you gently hugging you tucking your head inside her neck as she leaned her chin on your hair. “ You know.. if you ever want to retire from the field I nor Emily will not stop you, you deserve to live your life not stressing about what goes on in the field, I promise you, we will miss you but if you ever feel the need to take a step back the field will always wait for you to come back again. Don’t ever doubt your abilities.” She mumbles as she comes to gently smooch your face over and over when she felt you come to kiss her on the lips gently grabbing at her mouth pulling her into a long, sensual kiss before she felt you slowly peel away at her clothing tugging at her leather jacket and pulling at her tank top pulling it all off. “ oh baby! What are you trying to do to me? this is one of another one of your tricks now is it? Love you know we can’t do it. You still need time to recover and get your energy up. I cannot afford you hurting yourself because of me.” She mumbles as she tries to playfully slap your hands out of the way “ I love you insatiable come here.” As she felt you weren’t going to keep your hands away from her, she comes to peel off your clothing, the short skimpy nightgown that was dedicated all over your skin, came undone as she slowly comes to pull down your underwear.

Rubbing lovingly circles around your hips and pelvic bone she gently pulls one of your legs over her shoulder, licking up and down your folds she circles your clit and grazes it with her teeth, having a stifled moan and whine, she comes to start pushing your pussy closer to her mouth as she starts going at you. The warm sensation of her mouth all over your cunt, made the impending orgasm to effectively take over your body, the twitching and cry of pleasure as the headboard snap in haft hitting you in face and your upper body causes a loud yelp.

To Lena horror in shock seeing the headboard slid out on your head. She was frozen in place until she lift the headboard of the bed looking at you up and down gasping for air like a fish out of her mouth is dropped open she quickly scrambled to help you up as she paced around the bed quickly giving you ice and cleaning you up she let out another shaky apology as she looked at the headboard and look at you “ how are we gonna explain this to Emily… she’s gonna kill us love…” she mumbles a droopy expression as she tries to think of a way to avoid the obvious impending question.

“ Babe, I’m home! Where are you guys?”

Ana Amari

“ Mama! Mama!” The Screech of Young Fareeha was heard throughout the house, It was on constant repeat until a shush sound was heard from the soldier woman lips. “ Habibti being so loud is not necessarily, i understand you’re excited to see me but let not get to full of uncontrollable energy.” The Arabic women mutter kissing the forehead of her daughter. Giving her daughter the warmest hug “ Ana dear, I didn’t realize you would be home so soon.” Walking out of the kitchen was Ana Amari Wife of 6 years, wearing a slim but elegant yellow colored dress, Ana sighs at the feeling of being relaxed. Getting to take a minute to just relax in the warm environment and joy of her wife.

“ it been so long since I have seen my two beautiful girls, how are you doing.” Picking up Fareeha placing her on the snipers hip, leaning over to kiss her wife cheek, “ but you Miss need to go to bed, it is so late for you to stay up any longer than you have.” “ But Mum! I haven’t seen you in like forever! You will see me in the morning and I will be right with you and your mum will also be with you in the morning, we can play then but now is bedtime.” Fareeha let out a huff as she stomped up to her room. A sigh out of the sniper lips was heard, Ana moved towards her wife grabbing at her hips in a firm gesture. One of her hands come to take her wife hand and gently grasp at her wrist. Placing a kiss from her wrist to her shoulder gently sliding the straps of her wife dress off her shoulder. “ No, Ana We can’t Fareeha is hasn’t fully went to bed yet. We shouldn’t! She’ll be asleep sure enough just don’t make any more noise than usual.”

Yanking the Sniper into your share room, Ana pushes you into a wall and starts shedding her clothing first dropping her jacket and Bonet. Grabbing her back to remove her chest plate from her body she peeled it off and slam it on the floor. Unzipping her full Soldier outfit and dragging her legs out of it. She reaches for your bra, slowly unhooking the hook that ties your bra in place, Slipping out of it she throws it on the floor. Coming to kneel down on the floor she trails her kisses down to your hypogastric area. Coming to trail her fingers into peeling your underwear down, one of her wandering hands come to embrace your hands together. Moving her hair to her back, she comes to slowly place her tongue against your folds.

Licking up and down before locking her lips around your clit, poking and prodding at it. Her other hand that wasn’t connected comes to push two fingers into your vagina slowly thrusting in and out circling around the entrance before going deeper firmly pushing against the G-spot which causes a string of whimpers, Moans and Cry’s to erupt from the mouth of her wife. “ Oh Ana please don’t tease me I beg you.” A muffled voice filled the room. Moans and strings of please follow throughout the room as Ana speeds up her pace. Back in forth the sniper flattened her tongue along the edges of her wife folds. She could feel you pulse around her fingers as your free hand that wasn’t interlocked with her comes to yank and grab at Ana hair. Pulling and squeezing it she felt a gush of fluids around her fingers and her mouth, lapping up all the fluids she made sure that you were easily able to be aware of her and the setting around her.

As she comes to pick you up and put you on the bed a gasp of horror drawer her attention towards you then towards the direction which you stared at, a hole in the wall while it seem like just a little hole and not that big of a deal the horror of knowing that Fareeha will surely ask about it tomorrow morning cause a embarrassing cry.

“ We can just tell her you fell into the wall because of a game mommy was playing.”

Kiriko

The sound of panting and running throughout the woods is heard through echos and the trees that almost seem like a maze. Tree branches and sticks nicked and pull against the women skin as she runs further in a direction that she doesn’t even realize or notice if it the right way or the wrong way. Her mind feels like it a mushy blur as she keeps running away, the same message repeats in her head like a broken loop, “ you have 5 Seconds to start running. Once I catch up to you I’m not stopping nor will I give you a break. Start your running NOW.” Running past the broken tree that was broken from a lightening strike you started running the opposite direction to throw her off a chase. Even just a tiny bit of a slight second could help you but running from a Kitsune is harder than most people realize. It almost as if you can feel her breathe hard down your neck. A rush of air gives you goosebumps as you feel someone put out there leg stopping you from running and before you could brace for impact your suddenly on the ground. Face planted first.

Growling, huffing sound was heard from behind you as your mind suddently adjusted to the obvious fact that your body had fallen down. The sensation of pain and discomfort follows through as you let out a whimper, your left cheek is caked in mud the growling sound comes closer to you. Hands reached out and dig into your hips as forcefully you feel yourself be placed presenting for her. Ass up head down the feeling of being rutted into aggressively cause spews of Moans and mewling., The sound of ripping fabric fills the air as Kiriko rips your skirt off your body. Removing her leggings she lets out a feel grunts as her cock moved up and down your folds, gathering The slick that you were producing. “ I’m not holding on longer for you to adjust.” She Grunts as she pushes her cock through the right muscles into she bottoms out into you. “ oh baby, you’re so tight and pretty when you’re looking like this.” She lets out a grunt as she pulls back leaving just the head of her cock inside your warm embrace before pushing back in, pelvic to pelvic bone meet Eachother multiple times as she keeps fucking you raw. One of her hands that was holding the side of your hip comes to meet with your hand her mouth latches onto your shoulder as she bites down on it. Leaving teeth marks in your awake. “ How beautiful our Kits would be, one with your hair and eyes my personality.” She stop her ranting as a moan and few other cuss words followed out her mouth. Before either you or her could cum she got off of you leaving her cock drenched in wetness and leaking. Grabbing at your shoulders she rips you off the ground and slams you into a tree, picking up one of your legs she hooks your leg around her waist.

Grabbing her cock and pumping it a few times she pushed it back inside your pussy. Fucking you into the tree her knot gets bigger your insides feels even fuller than before as she grabs at your hips and slams you into her, “ Baby it coming! I need you to come with me fuck!” She grunts as her knot slips into you, blocking you from escaping the warm flood of semen that spurts out. Flooding your insides with warm embrace your cum mixed in with hers you feel her let out a huffy laugh. “ Baby look at this, the tree is haft way falling over.” She gave a big smooch as she gently tugged on her cock causing a grunt to fall from her lips. “ I have done a nice job. Maybe this time our kit will finally come to us.”

Reinhardt ( Size Kink.)

“ oh My Leibling how could I ever forget about how beautiful you are. Remember when we used to dance in the moonlight under the pavilion.” Reinhardt proclaim loudly as he entered the bathroom. He knew you were going to take a shower soon, you had already undress yourself “ oh Wilhelm! Get out! It best if you don’t see an old fool like me.” It been a while since he or you have seen eachother bare naked, you refused to be seen naked if it wasn’t yourself. “ oh could I ever stop loving you for who you are. Don’t try to hide yourself from me.” He gave you the puppy dog eye as he gently grabbed at your hips. “ oh Wilhelm you always put me to shame with your loving words but we both know this is not the same body i once had in our prime days.” A sad hum filled the room as Reinhardt mumbled “ Nonsense you are beautiful the way my wife has always been.”

The shower started running as Reinhardt changed the knobs for it to be warm. Reinhardt undressed himself in front as he walked into the shower, turning towards you he helped you in, using him for support in walking inside the shower the water started pouring onto each of your body’s. Grabbing the shampoo you started washing your own hair and his hair letting the water seep through his hair after your done making sure his whole roots were throughly cleaned and rinsed out. Rinsing out your own hair you go to bed down and grab the shampoo only for Reinhardt to firmly grab at your hips. “ you big buffoon what are you doing.” Swatting at his hands you go to pour yourself some conditioner only for him to take the bottle out of your hands, “ please just this once.. let me love you like we were when we were in our prime. I beg you Liebling, Don’t hide yourself from me. We both have grown old, you shouldn’t be ashamed to hide this body of yours.” A action you didn’t expect is for Reinhardt to fall to his knees his hair getting beaten down by the shower, water drips from between your guys body as Reinhardt comes to gently lay his head on your stomach, his beard scruff against your own skin. “ oh Reinhardt, how you make me feel the same way you always do, stand up dear, if you really want me now even if my body is old and aching, then do so as you wish.” a happy smile is brought to his face as he comes to stand up towering over you he brings you into a kiss, a passionate one as he places his leg between your legs.

He comes to lean down, kissing and sucking at your neck as he leaves hickeys going over your neck and all the way down to your breast. Moving some of your grayish, white hair out of the way he practically inhales at your breast, sucking and twerking at your nipple. “ oh Reinhardt you make me feel so good.” A blush surely formed on your face as Reinhardt grunted at your comment he comes to have his other hand that wasn’t occupied by stimulating your hard nipples to find your cunt. Sliding a finger and adding a digit he comes to loosen your pussy, making it easier access for his thick cock. No matter how many ages go by could be decades or it could be years, one thing has never changed about Reinhardt. It is his thick cock that have always been to hard to handle alone.

As he comes to add a third finger into your pussy he heard and felt something that was neglected from him for too long. He felt you tighten around his finger and gush on him. Your mouth makes pretty sound almost music to his ears as he felt your wrap your arms around his neck holding on. He knew you felt weak as your legs tremble from the sensation you had not gotten use to. Seeing your pussy was loose enough to start the tedious process, he positioned your squirming hips as he backed you into a wall. Grabbing the head of his cock he position it right at your vagina entrance and pushed in. The small moans of satisfaction cause Reinhard to slowly start deep thrusting into you. His hips coming to push against your own as one of his big palms come to push firmly against your belly. He could feel his cock inside of you causing a small bump to form. His pace picks up so did the moans and grunts that followed after both of your mouths “ oh Reinhardt please.” A whimper and whine thrown him off the charts as he started to pick up his pace ever slightly faster and harder. His cock drills into your inside “ Let us both cum at the same time my dear.” He grunts as he grabbed your chin kissing you before giving one more thrust which cause both of you to reach your climax. The feeling of your inside being mushy was very intense as it was like an invisible string that snap you from preventing an organism. The shower head had broken off without both of you even noticing.

“ Reinhardt dear, your head does not look so well did you hurt your head from banging it against the shower head to hard. These bones will be achy tonight, I just know it.”

“ I felt great glory and honor! That small weak thing did not hurt me at all! Nor will anything else hurt me or keep me from you!”

Genji ( Best friend can’t get off.)

“ sometimes i feel like Hanzo sent us on this mission instead of himself. He is definitely just as qualified to do this mission. I do not mind spending time with you, but sometimes it feels weird knowing that Hanzo bails out on us all the time to do other private things he wish not to discuss with me.” Genji remarks quietly to himself, he had just finished his mission and waiting for you to finish up in your room. He kept running over in his mind what to say to his crush. Repeating the same sentence over and over. Trying to decide what words would be the best to tell you only for him to just say and put a hand on his head. “ what am I even doing at this point, she wouldn’t mind me messing up with simple thing such as words.” He groaned as he messages his head from an upcoming headache from, the mask. He comes to settle on just knocking on the door. He waits for a minute or two and when he realize you were not answering the door, he quickly picks up your key from under your doormat, which he has told you multiple times not to leave your key under your doormat so people don’t break in and slowly turn the knob and open your door.

He knocked on the door, just a couple times, even though he opened it to make sure that you couldn’t hear him as he slowly walks into your house and overwatch bases. All agents have a door that leads to a small apartment that has all necessities and stuff like a basic life would have. He comes to look around your house trying to find if somehow you had accidentally passed out while he was away “ I’m here.” He slightly yells out as he goes to your bedroom, hearing a noise, he suddenly opening the door expecting to see you there doing your makeup or asleep,  he was not expecting to see you fully naked fingering yourself as you cover one of your mouth. Not even noticing that Genji was there, a few slurs of cursors tumble out of your mouth as he watched you trying to get off to him. “ oh Genji please Genji, oh Genji.” It seemed like you were almost at your climax that was so close but so far away, he quietly walks up to the bed and places a firm hand cupping your pussy, sliding a hand over your mouth the first reaction was a scream. Whipping your head around you see the one person you have been trying to get off to and crying out for him he lets out a grunt as he feels how wet you are. A small gasp was let off as he took off his lower part of his mask.

Grabbing your thighs with a firm grip he lifts them up to have them over his shoulders as he moves the two fingers that were in your cunt away. Pushing you back with a firm shove he takes a bit lick at your pussy. Moving his tongue around, horizontal, vertical all the way around, making sure the juices that were flowing out of your cunt were all slurp up. Pinning your hips down he leans up to rut against your pussy, a wet stain started to form each time he rutted against you his pant leg becoming increasingly obvious the arousal on it.

“ Don- ( grunt.) ever try to hide this, if you liked me why not ask.” He huffs as he adds a finger into your pussy in and out, he speeds up his fingers as he keeps rutting into you. Catching a climax was easier for you, reaching your high, you looked over at him seeing that he hasn’t cum or atleast hadn’t shown he did. “ you didn’t climax… did I do something wrong?” “ no uh.. i just.. I don’t have a dick. A incident made me unable to provide semen nor the male reproduction system.” He looked blankly as he got up from the floor, seeing scraps and a few broken wood from under the bed. “ maybe we went too hard for this bed.. I don’t like this bed.”

Symmetra ( Bonding, Hard Light.)

“ my hard light isn’t the only thing that helps me get through tough battles, it makes great use for these type of situations to. When the bratty girl thinks that just because I give her everything she wants that I will excuse her atrocious attitude, While you may have that idea I have certainly not.” Three turrents hang from her canopy bed all of them forming hard light chains that individual wrap around each different limb of your body. One that wraps around your neck, your arm and one around your legs. All firmly holding you in place. The light that surrounds it feels funny, light and almost like an invisible bonding that holds you against your will. Symmetra slowly takes off her outer layer only leaving her in a skintight jump suit. Leaning over she slowly pulls down your pants, still not moving to much to touch in places she knows would make you feel good.

“ you have disgusted and revolted on the idea of being a brat, brats don’t deserve no sympathy now do they? Mh? I don’t think so, you can sit right here and wait for mommy like you should have already been.” She yanks off your shirt and slap your breast before squeezing your nipple firmly with her nails. “ what a horrible slut you have become for mommy, I will put you in your place.” Grabbing at your cheeks she forcefully opens your mouth latching onto your mouth she starts sucking at your lips as her hand wanders all around your body. Coming to rip your panties straight off she peels off her tight jumpsuit to reveal a strap. The hand that was occupied slowly comes in your line of sight as she giggles

“ we have set up the car wash now it is time for you to get to work my dear.” She pulls out a wand and starts abusing your clit with it, rubbing it all over and firmly putting the pleasure all over the tiny numb.

“ I want you to turn around ass up now.” She slaps your thigh as you listen to her demands and turn around ass up. Grabbing the wand she places the wand back on your clit as she lines her strap perfectly with your vagina, pushing in and out she let the pink strap slide in and around your walls, leaving you to shamely moan, fucking you in doggy style she squeezes and pinches at your butt. Her pelvic hitting your pelvic all over again as she feels herself sobbing wet. Grabbing at your hair she turns you back onto your back as she peels the strap off, “ No-no! I- I was so close to- baby please” the strangle cry was clearly seen by her.

As she puts both her legs over your waist and starts grinding down on your pussy with her pussy. Shoving your mouth with the piece of your underwear that she teared off she shoves her manicure fingers into your mouth, jumping and grinding in a repeat motion cause a stimulation chain for both of you, edging yourself and her she desperately grinded for what she needed “ cum now!” Symmetra let out a whine shoving her nails further into your mouth knuckle deep as she felt her climax start approaching rapidly and fast. “ let’s go baby!” She groaned her climax suddenly caused a moment where Symmetra eyes closed and slide back into her head. She grabs with her other hand at the canopy bed leg. Only for haft of the side of the canopy to fall over, landing haft way on top of you and on Symmetra side.

“ what- what mess did we do? I-“ she mumbled still trying to heavily adjust to her climax that was stronger than ever before, the rage of you being a brat was the most thing that got to her as she let out a huff, coming to pick up her outfit and start putting it back on, changing her panties she gave you a kiss on the lips as she took down the turants that held you up.

“ I do recommend we use these again under more better circumstances but for now our focus should be to clean this mess up.. after… we take a minute to recollect our minds and bodies…”

[channiedotcom]

late night gaming

i.n x gn!reader – fluff ; gamer!jeongin ; college au 

word count – 1.1k

a/n – i’ve been hoping to write something like this ever since i found out that i.n plays overwatch… it’s one of my favorite games and i like to imagine how fun it would be to get to game with him (and the other members of skz of course) also lmk if y’all would be interested in a pt 2! 

Late into the night, bluish-purple light seeps under the doorway of your bedroom. Every now and then, flashes of varying colors find their way into the mix. Your fingers move swiftly over your keyboard and mouse as your character turns in-game, taking shots at the enemy team. The payload is so close to creeping into the final point when–

Your character falls to the ground. You’ve been eliminated by fnncfx on Widowmaker. You hit your desk lightly with your fist, frustrated. “How did they even hit me? I swear I was behind that wall in time,” you mutter, watching the kill feed. You sigh and continue, exiting the spawn and getting back into the fight. Less than a minute later, it happens again. The same fnncfx gets a headshot, taking you out once more, just as quickly as you rejoined the battle.

The more it happens, the more frustrated you feel. Hoping to end the infuriating cycle, you switch to Sombra. If they’re going to keep targeting you, it’s only fair you do the same! You track down the Widowmaker and swiftly eliminate them. Within seconds, a message pops up in match chat:

fnncfx: counterswap? kinda weird

You roll your eyes and choose to ignore it. The game goes on for another minute or two, and you help your team by eliminating the Widowmaker at least twice more. As the timer runs out, your team finally completes the objective, and the word “Victory!” plasters itself across the screen. Before the game ends, you notice a small string of messages in the match chat:

fnncfx: ggs, except sombra fnncfx: i know ur mad i kept killing you lol

In a fit of frustration, you click on their profile and press the “add friend” button. You don’t really need to, but you want to talk to them and explain yourself. Almost as soon as you do, they add you back. You invite them to your group, eager to express your frustration. They accept and join in.

“You know I had to switch characters so you would stop eliminating me, right? You didn’t have to be such a jerk about it,” you huff, leaning towards your monitor.

There’s a pause. You stare at your screen, face illuminated by the glow. Why aren’t they responding yet? Did something go wrong?

“...Is this y/n?” he finally says, breaking the silence. As he speaks, your heart drops into your stomach. You recognize that voice instantly. It’s Jeongin– the cute guy from your math class. What is he doing playing this game? How did you end up in the same lobby? Your mind races. You’ve admired Jeongin from afar all semester- he’s the one you glance at in class, hoping he’ll notice you. And now here he is, in the same game, talking to you. Getting lost in your own thoughts, you almost forget to respond.

“I- uh- yes, hi! Oh my gosh, I didn’t- I didn’t think I’d run into you in this game! I’m so sorry, I hope I didn’t come across as rude or- or anything…” You stumble over your words, your voice trailing off as you put your face in your hands. You feel like you’ve seriously messed up.

He laughs.

He laughs.

You look up, your face warm. Despite the circumstances, you can’t help but think about how absolutely cute that sounded.

“I didn’t know you played this game, that’s actually pretty cool,” he says, his voice reminding you of liquid gold. It sounds warm and soothing, just like how you remember hearing it in class. 

“Yeah, I’ve had it for a while. I don’t play much stuff like this, but I guess this game is just different.” You shrug, leaning back into your chair a little bit. Knowing he isn’t upset as of this moment brings you a bit more peace. 

“Would you maybe… want to play a few games as a duo?”

Your eyes light up. He actually wants to play with you? He wasn’t going to ditch you immediately? 

You don’t even wait a moment before giving him a confident “That would be amazing!”

The two of you play through a few matches and do rather well, especially since he’s quite good at the game. You both find yourselves having a great time, giggling at the characters who seem to have no idea what is going on. You work together to take down enemy team after enemy team, barely losing any games.

After some time, you can hear him let out a sharp sigh. “I hate to do this to you, especially because I’m enjoying this so much, but I think I have to get going. My roommate Felix says he needs me to run it back in some scrimmages; I forgot I told him yesterday that I’d help out with that. I hope that’s alright…” He goes quiet, clearly disappointed to have some prior commitment. 

You frown, but aren’t too surprised. Of course someone as talented as him would be on some sort of gaming team. “For sure, that’s okay! I still had a great time; I would love to do this again, if you’d be down for that.”

“Yeah, totally! Why don’t you write down my number, and I’ll text you when I have time to do this again.” 

You can feel your face turning red at the idea of getting his number. This is someone you’ve admired from afar all semester, and now he wants to talk to you more. You feel like you’re in the clouds right now, your head spinning. 

He tells you the digits of his phone number and you swiftly enter them into your phone, then send him a text so he knows yours as well. 

“Okay, well you have a goodnight, y/n! It was great talking to you.” You can hear him smiling on the other side of his screen, and you can’t help but wonder if he’s blushing too. After he leaves the group, you log off out of the game and turn off your computer. You stand up from your chair and fall back onto your bed, wrapping yourself in the sheets. Giddy laughter escapes as you kick your feet in excitement. The thought that the most attractive boy in your class just gave you his number swirls in your mind, like a dream you never want to end. It still feels so surreal that he seems to at least tolerate- if not actually like- someone like you. As you hold your phone close to your chest, you slowly drift away into a deep sleep, dreaming of what could come of this newfound friendship, or maybe something more…

[oldhalloweentape]

🪨Venture (OW II) x (gn) reader ⛏️

(Love Language Pt. II Edition!)

(Not my picture!)

(Here’s Pt. II, I’ll try to get a crack on the other pieces I’m planning on doing soon! For now, enjoy this!)

Their love language: Physical Touch, Quality Time, Gift Giving, and Words of Affirmation (Pt. I here!)

Gift Giving

- Alright so, we all know that presence of Venture is a gift itself, they also love giving you other gifts. This love language is the most obvious one when it comes to Venture, they just love giving things to people.

- And, you being their number one you’re no exception, you get the most stuff in all honesty.

- The amount of rock kids you guys have alone tells all you need to know.

- Their gifts specifically either hold a lot of sentimental value, or they saw it and went, “Yeah, reader would like that.”

- They take mental note of everything you like, even the littlest of things, like if you walk past a shop and something catches your eye, something unnoticeable for most, but to them? They’ll come back later to see if they can get it for you.

- Overthinks about what to get you when it comes to special gifts for the holidays, with Valentine’s Day, the day dedicated to stuff like this being the perfect example.

- They just want to give you something that you like, what you’d get use from however you see fit, and something that signifies how much they care for you and that’s reasonably a very hard thing to do.

- But also, they love receiving stuff from you in return, they do not care what it is, but the idea of you taking time to get them something is just so wonderful to them.

- Though it’s definitely a bonus if it’s based on the things they like, for example, new expedition tools, camping gear, hell even their favorite ice cream.

- Eventually, it gets to a point where you guys have specific spots at your places dedicated to some of the various gifts you’ve gotten each other and it is honestly the best.

Words of Affirmation

- Another obvious one, they’re a naturally very positive person and they just love to encourage people (besides Mauga of course), so obviously wouldn’t be weird to have uplifting words being thrown at you by them.

- There’s the usual “You’re doing great!” And “Keep it up, you can do it!”, but the more personal words of affection like “You did so well, I’m so proud of you mi vida!” Is understandably reserved for you.

- They take pride in being your partner and they make that abundantly clear by their words, and doing it right back at them is a great way of shooting an arrow in their heart and a lovestruck giggle from them.

- They have so many pet names for you in both English and Spanish, switching from both languages interchangeably, sometimes if they’re feeling overly excited they even end up changing from one language to the other in one sentence alone.

- The pet names are: Mi corazón, Sweetness, Mi vida, Amor, Babe, and other affectionate and personalized things but these five are the most used.

- If you guys work together, whether it be at Overwatch or as a fellow archeologist, I think alongside being encouraging and supportive of you they like complimenting and flirting with you. Mostly because physical PDA isn’t the place for both, they make do with being with you and fawning over you lol.

- That and they just love talking to you and getting your honest reaction to their honey-coated words.

- They just say anything that comes to mind, they don't see the point of refraining from doing so after all.

- Again, love letters are a part of this, scribbling down what they're feeling at the moment, and by the time it's done it's like affectionate word vomit.

- It doesn't matter though, they mean well and it's usually the cutest shit ever.

(Alright!! Here we are, Sloane is really bringing something out of me that is hellbent on being consistent for once and I gotta say, I like it. Hope you guys do too.)

[nori-writes]

Hi there! May I request Cassidy with an s/o who can easily fluster him? Thank you in advance if you do this!

“You love it.”

Cassidy x Reader

W/C: 850+

A/N: YESS, I love Cassidy requests, sadly this is the last one I have (feel free to send more 👀) I’ve been obsessed with Overwatch recently especially Cassidy and Hanzo. One last funny little thing that I wanna share. So basically the way I write his accent is a just quietly talk to myself while I’m writing because I have a southern accent myself. Just thought it was a lil funny thing to share.

Also this isn’t proof read AT ALL. I wrote this in a couple periods of school.

Cole loves complimenting and flirting with you as often as he gets the chance to.

But as soon as you throw a compliment back at him he is a flustered mess.

Typically he's just fine taking a compliment from someone like another agent in Overwatch but when it's from you?

God help him.

Whenever he’s flustered he’ll pull his hat from his head to cover his face and take a moment to collect himself before even thinking about replying to you

It’s literally adorable.

Claims to hate it

He loves it.

He’ll glance over them and claim that your words don’t affect him

They most definitely do.

It was around midnight and Cassidy still hadn’t managed to find his way into bed. He had returned from a mission earlier and had meant to go home hours ago to change, shower, or even just to see you. God, he always missed you. Instead, he sat on a part of the counter in the base's kitchen, lights out, eating some cookies that Brigitte had made for all of Overwatch to enjoy and enjoy he did.

They were amazing, perfectly cooked but still a nice chewable, gooey texture to them with the perfect amount of chocolate chips and hit the spot at this time of night. If he was being completely honest though, he hadn’t realised how late it was getting to be. If he had he would’ve scurried his way home by now.

Though, the silence in the Overwatch kitchen at night was a weirdly comforting thing. The curtains were open just enough to bring in the perfect amount of moonlight to illuminate everything so that you weren’t tripping over stuff in the dark.

After a couple more cookies Cole had finally decided to pull out his phone and check the time which had read to be almost 1:00 AM. Determining that it was already far too late for him to be awake he decided on one last cookie before he would finally make his way to your shared bed for the night.

He pulled his last cookie out of the jar before taking a bite out of it as he realised your figure stood in the doorway, “Hey sweet pea, what’re you doin’ up at this hour?”

You left the doorway making your way closer to Cole. He noted that you were in pyjamas meaning that you had already been in bed as your voice came out in a groggy tone, “Someone had mentioned that you were back from your mission earlier today, I hadn’t seen you so I came looking for you. Missed your handsome face.”

He internally thanked that he had left the lights off when he came in here earlier, had he not the only thing to hide how embarrassingly red his face was currently would’ve been his hat. The hat which he wasn’t wearing currently.

There was an outline of a smile that came across your face, you weren’t able to fully see his reaction but you knew the effect that your words had on him. He was always the one who flirted with other people, never the other way around so when you threw his words right back at him the reaction was nothing but the best. He took a second to gather himself before he even thought about replying to you.

“Sorry, I hadn’t been lookin’ at the time. I meant to come n’ see you earlier. I kinda got caught up with Brigitte’s cookies, these things are amazing,” He praised the cookies while taking a bite out of the one he had grabbed before he noticed you were in the room.

You shook your head in agreement, hopping up on the counter next to him, laying your head onto his shoulder, “You thinking about heading to bed anytime soon?”

“Just ‘bout to after I finished this last cookie,” you let out a small hum of acknowledgement to his words looking up at his face, “Somethin’ on your pretty little mind sugar?”

You shook your head, “Nothing just you, all the time.”

All he could do was sigh with a smile on his face, the blush of his face much more visible with the closeness of the two of you, “Can’t be just sayin’ stuff that.”

“Yes I can, and you love it.”

As always if you enjoyed my masterlist is here

[ghostedgrim]

How Ramattra will react to a very flirty fellow omnic that fights for his cause

♡At first, Ramattra thinks nothing of this omnic's flirting. Perhaps it was simply old programming that stuck with him. Either way, this omnic was a useful assassin, something hard to find these days, so Ramattra kept a closer eye on him than he did any other the other omnics. Half the time he doesn't even understand the meaning of the omnic's flirting.

♡"Hey, hot stuff."

"My temperature is at 67 degrees Fahrenheit, I am hardly hot."

"Well, according to my sensors, you're hot enough to make me melt."

"Clearly, your sensors are malfunctioning," Ramattra sets his tools down on his desk beside some amalgamation of metal and a blueprint, "Go sit on that table in the corner. I'll have to examine you to ensure you aren't damaged."

"That's unnecessary, though, I must say, you're care for me is adorable~." Ramattra makes quick work of the examination. You were correct, absolutely nothing wrong.

He dismisses you, "If you care about how much I value your life and use to me, I'd advise you stop flirting before I turn you into a mindless drone," he returns to his desk.

♡You took his advice, the flirting came to a quick end. You also found yourself going on longer missions that only seemed to get farther and farther from Ramattra.

♡A few weeks to a few months pass. Ramattra hates it. He hates your stupid compliments, you're useless flirting. So why the Hell does he find himself missing your presence, and your voice. He refused to let himself befall to the weakness of emotions. So his solution was to keep you far away from him, so he could forget you and suppress these emotions.

♡Screams fill the town square beneath you as your lower your gun. People run away from the dead body below, a few try to look up at where you're hidden at the top of the building, but they can't see you. The mission appeared easy. A simple in and out in time for lunch. Well, that was until your only escape got blown to rubble. To your luck, you escape your attackers, only to find yourself wounded and trapped beneath rubble.

♡Stupid. Stupid was how Ramattra felt and scared. He'd been so blindsided in trying to get you out of his head that he didn't calculate the dangers of putting you in that mission. His soldiers are rading the city as a distraction while he digs through the rubble, praying that he finds you, praying that you're still alive. He almost frantic knowing Overwatch will get here soon, and when they do, he won't be able to search for you. Seeing you so broken, your lights flickering, and barely alive beneath all that rubble was almost enough to make Ramattra cry. He vowed he would never allow you to be so far from him ever again.

♡Ramattra dedicated the next month to rebuilding your body, fixing your every injury, and catering to your needs. It took time for you to adjust to your new body, and even longer to accept it as your new body. Ramattra practically hovers around you as of you could fall apart any second.

♡ "Are you a star?"

"What?"

"Are you a star...because I could stare at you all night..."

"Ramattra, what are... I don't understand sir"

"You haven't flirted or even attempted banter once. Sure, you stopped after I asked you, but even then, sometimes it slipped out, but now... you're silent, you hardly talked"

"I thought you liked that, me being nothing more than a soldier for your cause, that-"

"I miss your stupid flirting, your stupid banter and playfulness. I like your voice, your presence. I'm sorry for being an idiot before," he takes your hands in his, bringing his face to yours, "please. I need you by my side. Can you forgive me, will you stay by my side?"

♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~

@thethingwiththethingwiththething

[wintersera]

I just dropped from masters to diamond in Overwatch ranked and I’m gonna cry but besides that

I been thinking of like shy g!p gym rat kazuha that like you go to the gym with her one time and someone is flirting with you in front of her and she just gets mad and fucks you like I have one of the biggest crushes in this girl man

-🐈‍⬛

cw: public sex, g!p kazuha, oral (giving)

anon… please carry me 😭 i used to be hard stuck gold back in ow1. good luck if you’re tryna climb back uo to master!!

but anyways YES shy g!p gym rat zuha you say?? ouhh girly invited you to go to the gym one day with her bc yk workouts RAAAHH💪 GAINS💪💪 jokes-😭 its more of a poor excuse to get you to wear gym clothes (the ones where you can SEE 👀 everything) and its also another poor excuse to get you to see her abs and biceps 🤤

well zuha is,, shy and doesn’t know how to talk to women correctly, even you 😭 yeah you guys are friends and she sees you in a non friend way partner like ooooh she has a crush on youuu 🤭 like she doesn’t even know why you stick around with her bc she doesn’t really talk that much, only bc she doesn’t know what exactly to say to you.

anywayss,,, you two were just doing regular gym stuff. you trying to bench press at least more than you usually do and zuha is spotting you like the good gym rat she is :)) and then a random man had the audacity to talk to you while you were lifting heavy ass weights?? LIKE MOOOVEE?;!;?:??;

“hey cutie, do you want me to help you? those seem too heavy for your pretty hands to hold?”

oh man,, zuha had never felt this pissed off before- like she was getting bolddd,, all that shyness she once had leaves her body as soon as that man opened his mouth.

mhmhm yk where this is going,, had to shove that man away from the bench, like fr shove him tf away 😭😭 she’s strong as hell so she had no issues with pushing a guy out the way- anwyays after she did all that, she grabbed your hand and dragged you to the changing rooms :)) as she was feeling extra bold today she wanted to yk relieve some of the tension AND there’s definitely gonna be some tension relieving 🤭

you noticed her bulge showing through her compression pants (bc she’s simply just that big 🤤) and being the good friend you are, you ask to suck her off? now normally shy zuha would say something like “ah- no it’s okay you don’t have to” :<< BUT SHE WAS FEELING PISSED,, accepting your offer bc she needed to feel less stressed abt the situation-

already ready to get cock sucked, she’s lifting your hair up in a makeshift ponytail, pulling you closer and closer to herd bulge,, you sliding down her sweatpants and her compression pants her cock springs up and hits the side of your face 😳😳

makes you deepthroat her so quickly that i catches you wayyyy off guard. zuha head pusher fr!! like she’s so caught up in the pleasure that she doesn’t realise she’s moving her hands on there own,, having two hands on your head moving it to her will AUGH ZUHAAA?:!/: doesn’t even give you time to breath, her mind thinking of cumming all over your pretty face.

cock twitching in you mouth, her legs starting to shake- ouuhh she was close to cumming. now mind you, you’re in a PUBLIC changing room with those stalls. zuha, on the verge of cumming, bites her lip as continues to rock her hips into your mouth. feeling your hot tongue on the base of her cock, she lets her senses wash over her body- muffled moans as she’s making sure no one could hear her cum,, finally letting go of your head once she’s poured out all her semen down your throat :))

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a/n: this isn’t proofread yet- it’s 5am and i’m about to snooze i’ll edit it it when i wake up 😭

[mintsbubbletea]

𝐌𝐇𝐀 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 - 𝐏𝐨𝐰𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐬

Word Count: 340+ all of them

Contains: Gender Neutral Reader, cursing, babies, neck kissing, kissing, donuts.

Proof read and Edited

A/N: hey yall going through a rough time and would appreciate any donations or commissions on my kofi

Prompt: Y/n: Name, did you eat all of my powdered doughnuts?

Name: ...No.

Y/n: Then what's that white stuff on your shirt?

Name: Cocaine...

Momo

On your way home from work, you couldn't help but feel exhausted. It had been a long day, spent mostly at your desk, staring at the computer screen. Working under Endeavours agency meant late nights and endless paperwork. Finally, you managed to escape and hurried your way back home. As you stepped off the elevator onto your apartment floor, you reached into your bag for your keys. Inserting the key into the doorknob, you opened the door and immediately noticed Momo sitting on the couch, munching on something. However, as soon as she saw you, she froze. Closing the door behind you and taking off your shoes, you couldn't help but notice that she was hiding something.

You walked over and kissed her head absentmindedly, not paying much attention. Making your way to the snack cabinet, you were excited to finally indulge in the powdered donuts you had been saving for today. "How was patrol?" you asked, opening the cabinet door only to find that your donuts were missing. Gasping softly, you felt a wave of disappointment wash over you. Closing the cabinet door, you turned your attention to Momo.

"Babe, did you eat my last powdered donuts?" you questioned, looking at her. She looked back at you guiltily. "...No," she replied. You couldn't help but notice the white substance on her shirt. "Then what's that white stuff on your shirt?" you inquired. "Cocaine," she nervously laughed. Crossing your arms, you stared at her. "Momo, I know you didn't just lie to my face," you said firmly. "I'm so sorry, Y/n! I was hungry and there was nothing else I wanted. They looked really good, and I'm on my period, I couldn't help myself," she ranted, genuinely feeling remorseful. Unable to resist, you smiled and gently grabbed her face, shushing her. "Momo, it's fine. It's okay," you reassured her, planting a quick kiss on her lips.

She looked at you, pouting. "Are you sure?" she asked. You nodded. "Yeah, I can always buy some more. If you're hungry, you have to eat. I can't stop you," you replied. The next day, when you came home, you were surprised to find two cabinets filled with powdered donuts.

Mina

You and Mina decided to host a gathering for your friends every Saturday night, a chance to unwind and play Overwatch after a long week of hero work. It was a way for all of you to maintain your friendships and just be regular people for a while. As the game only allowed for five players, Mina patiently waited her turn in the kitchen while you, Sero, Bakugo, Denki, and Eijiro battled it out on the screen, determined to secure a victory.

"Y/n! There's nothing to eat!" Mina's voice echoed from the kitchen. "Uh, check the cabinet. I think I saw your chips in there," you replied, eyes glued to the screen as your team dominated the game. "Don't touch my donuts!" you called out, not wanting your precious treats to disappear.

After a few more intense minutes, the game finally ended, and your team emerged victorious. You stood up from your chair, ready to give Mina her turn, only to find her sitting on the counter, munching on your donuts. She froze when she noticed someone watching her. "Mina...did you eat all of my donuts?" you snapped, catching her in the act. She quickly stuffed a mini donut into her mouth and mumbled, "No," with her mouth full.

Crossing your arms, you glared at her. "Oh yeah? Then what's that white stuff on your shirt?" you asked, taking a step closer. Mina hopped down from the counter, feeling cornered by your accusing gaze. "Cocaine," she nervously replied before shoving you aside and making a run for it. "Y/N, I'm so sorry!" she shouted, attempting to avoid you. Without hesitation, you chased after her, while your friends remained unfazed by the commotion. "Guys, help me!" she cried out, sprinting down the hallway. "No way, Y/n will come after us too," Sero remarked, observing the situation.

Mina rushed into the room where the boys were, seeking refuge with Eijiro. "Eiji, please!" she begged, as you grabbed her legs and lifted her off the ground. Eijiro glanced at Mina and then at you. You shot him a fierce glare. "Sorry, Mina," he chuckled nervously, as you finally managed to pry her off and escorted her to your shared room. "No, Y/n! babe, please," she pleaded, as you shut the door and tossed her onto the bed. "Not so fast. You owe me," you grinned, pinning her down and planting kisses on her neck as she giggled loudly. "They better not fuck while we're here," Bakugo muttered in disgust.

Ochako

You and Ochako recently became parents to a beautiful baby, and you both decided to take a break from hero work for the next 6-9 months to fully enjoy this precious time with your little one. It was currently 3 am, and Ochako was taking her turn to stay up and care for the baby while you got some sleep. At 7 pm, you would take over so she could rest. Having a baby with Ochako was a dream come true, and you were grateful for the support and help from your friends, like Deku, Momo, Iida, Shoto, and Mina, who often came over to lend a hand and give you both a break.

As you were sleeping in bed, you heard your daughter stirring in the living room. You got out of bed and made your way to Ochako, who was sitting on the couch, holding your precious baby. She was trying to soothe her and make her sleep while enjoying a donut, which happened to be yours. "My love?" you called out from the doorway. Ochako froze and looked up, trying to hide the donut. She smiled, attempting to conceal her guilt. "Was that my last donut?" you asked playfully, pouting a little.

"No?" she giggled, rocking the baby gently. "Why does our daughter's face have powder on it?" you inquired, moving closer to your wife. "I did cocaine... yeah cocaine," she said, making you burst into laughter. "You did cocaine with our baby?" you teased, sitting down next to her on the couch. Ochako furrowed her brows and shook her head. "Wait, no, that's not... I'm sorry, Y/n," she sighed sadly, looking at you. You couldn't help but smile as you leaned in and kissed her softly.

"Don't apologize. It's just a donut. I could never be upset over a donut," you reassured her gently"Thank you," she whispered, resting her head on your shoulder. You wrapped your arm around her, pulling her close, as your daughter cooed in her arms.

"I love you," she whispered. "I love you more," you replied, feeling incredibly grateful for the beautiful family you were building together.

[lady-of-endless]

hi!! do you think you could write something with Ramattra where he somehow ends up at overwatch and the reader (a new agent) is the only one who’s nice to him? And gradually they grow closer and when it comes time for him to leave on a mission she goes to the hanger to see him off and maybe gives him a kiss/they have an intimate forehead touch?your stuff is so good thank you!!!!

Author's Note: Can I just say how much I love this idea? I really hope I won't mess it up. I added a twist to your request, hope you won't mind it too much :( Thank you for requesting and I hope you'll enjoy it.

Overwatch recruit!Ramattra with Overwatch agent!reader

He could sense everyone's stares as he walked through the halls of the Overwatch Watchpoint. He got accepted there as a recruit (a soon-to-be agent), but only in theory. Practically, everyone was hesitant and slightly judgmental because of his tumultuous past and brutal acts.

Everyone tried to be mature about the situation and he appreciated it at first. However, day by day, that forced and rigid diplomacy he got from every Overwatch agent was driving him insane. Ramattra was expecting this type of approach yet, he longed for a true interaction. He wished for a real conversation.

Ramattra was convinced that he was entitled to receive those reactions from the other agents after all the damage he has done in the past. That is exactly why when you approached him with kindness, he was surprised.

You noticed how he carried himself, how he tried to fit in and prove himself as a recruit and wanted to help him. Also, you couldn't deny how captivating he seemed to you. There were times when he accidentally caught you staring at him but he brushed it off. Again, everyone else was staring at him.

Of course, before any mission, there was a meeting with both recruits and agents. Ramattra thought how clichéd it was that no one sat next to him. Not that something as insignificant as this mattered to him. "Hello, recruit." He heard a voice coming from his right side. "Greetings, agent." He automatically responded in an official tone before looking at you. It wasn't a memorable first encounter but he thought about it all day. Not because someone finally sat next to him and greeted him but because you smiled at him like you were honestly happy to see him. No one seemed truly glad to see him there.

Since that day, you always sat next to him. He was surprised that you would ask about how he's adjusting, how he finds working for Overwatch, and other questions. At first, he thought that some other agent ordered you to interrogate him but as time went by, he noticed how you were more interested in how he was feeling rather than any other information.

Ramattra wouldn't admit that he longed for more time spent with you. However, he would come up with different questions about missions and other agents to ask you. He could find the answer to those questions alone easily, but it was the most suitable strategy to get to interact with you more.

Days went by and you still were the only one who was treating him with sympathy and equality. Getting closer to one another felt natural.

Back in his days as a monk he learned a lot about gratefulness and although he had nothing to feel grateful for a long time because of the omnic crisis, now he finally found something. Someone.

During meetings, there were countless moments in which your hand would subtly move closer to his on the table, during meetings. Cassidy is the only one to catch that move so he smirks and tips his hat to you and Ramattra. Since he noticed that wholesome moment between you two, Cassidy was the next agent who has become friendlier to Ramattra.

What's more about those meetings is that Ramattra is always attentive to what everyone has to say but when you are the one talking? He is mesmerized. When you talk, in front of everyone and your eyes would linger on him, Ramattra fixes his posture a little bit.

The funny thing is that no matter how he felt growing more and more fond of you, he still called you "Agent" or "Agent (your last name)". He wanted to keep showing his respect.

One day, you hear that Ramattra will be sent on a mission without him being in your assigned team. It was a dangerous mission so of course you were worried and of course, you wanted to let him know how you felt just in case something dramatic happened. As he was getting himself ready, he was surprised to see you in his quarters. He stopped fixing some belts immediately when he noticed the distress on your face. You step closer to him, avoiding his gaze and confusing him. Was there something wrong?

Ramattra looks at you for a little longer before placing his hands on your shoulders. "You can tell me." He says in a calm tone. As he kept his hands on your shoulders, you finally placed your hands on his chest and looked up at him. You both noticed how close your faces were but no one backed away. Naturally, he leaned in, letting his forehead touch yours in silence. You both got the meaning of the affectionate gesture.

[asylummint]

Unlikely Allies

God i need more mauga stuff man, that man is just so large

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In the midst of Overwatch's ever-evolving landscape, where heroes and villains clashed in a perpetual struggle for dominance, Mauga, the towering and formidable enforcer of Talon, found himself on an unexpected path—one that would lead him to encounter someone unlike anyone he had ever met before.

It was a routine reconnaissance mission gone awry that brought Mauga face to face with the newest recruit to Overwatch—a small, unassuming figure with a heart as big as their stature. Despite the stark contrast between them, there was an undeniable spark of curiosity that ignited within Mauga's hardened heart as he observed the newcomer.

The recruit, whose name was (Y/n), possessed a keen intellect and a sharp wit that belied their gentle demeanor. Though initially intimidated by Mauga's imposing presence, (Y/n) soon found themselves drawn to the enigmatic figure, intrigued by the complexity hidden behind his stoic exterior.

As they embarked on missions together, navigating the treacherous terrain of Overwatch's battlegrounds and facing down enemies on both sides of the conflict, a tentative bond began to form between Mauga and (Y/n) -a bond forged in the crucible of adversity, tempered by shared victories and defeats.

Mauga, accustomed to a life of solitude and mistrust, found himself inexplicably drawn to (Y/n)'s warmth and compassion, finding solace in the moments of camaraderie they shared amidst the chaos of battle.

And (Y/n), in turn, discovered a kindred spirit in Mauga—a soul burdened by the weight of their past, yet yearning for redemption in a world that had long since forgotten the meaning of mercy.

It was during one particularly harrowing mission, as they stood side by side against overwhelming odds, that Mauga realized the depth of his feelings for (Y/n)—a realization that both frightened and exhilarated him in equal measure.

"(Y/n)," he rumbled, his voice rough with emotion as they fought shoulder to shoulder, "I... I never expected to find... someone like you."

(Y/n) glanced up at him, their eyes shining with determination. "And I never expected to find someone like you, Mauga," they replied, a small smile playing at the corners of their lips.

In that moment, amidst the chaos of battle and the cacophony of gunfire, they found a connection—a bond that transcended the boundaries of their respective loyalties and united them in a common cause.

And as Overwatch's newest recruits stood victorious, their hearts entwined in a way neither could have anticipated, they knew that they were more than just allies—they were kindred spirits, bound together by the unbreakable ties of friendship and love.

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god hes so pretty too man

[d1strxct]

𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝒘𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖?

Lifeweaver x Reader fic

an: this fic is inspired by @shyleereading ‘s ask and i thank you for the inspiration. i got a little carried away writing this, so it’s about 5.7k words. i hope you like it! 🫶

You and the newest addition to Overwatch had made quite the friendship. Niran “Lifeweaver” Pruksamanee was intelligent, humorous, and charismatic. You noticed these traits first upon his arrival and decided to make a new friend. The two of you quickly bonded, your personality clicking with his instantly. What started as small talk in between missions, became chatting until the sun came up. Soon, you two became inseparable and hung out every time there was a chance.

You invited Niran over for a sleepover at your place tonight and, without hesitation, he accepted the invite. Niran had never been to your place before, so to say you were anxious would be an understatement. It was near the time he was supposed to arrive and you were very excited. This would be the first time you had a sleepover with anyone since joining Overwatch. There was finally a break in the missions and you couldn’t resist the opportunity to spend it with your new best friend.

You were setting up the snacks and picking out different movies for a movie marathon when there was a knock at the door. A big grin formed on your face that threatened to split in half. You swiftly rose from your seat on the couch and walked to the door. Opening it, there stood Niran with a grin equivalent to the size of yours. His hand was clasped around the strap that connected to his bag, it hanging nicely by his waist.

After a small greeting and a quick hug, you brought him inside and shut the door behind you. Niran glanced around the living room starry-eyed, seemingly in awe of your home. It was a fairly small place, but you managed to turn it into something lively and beautiful. The walls were painted a nice ivory color, and decorated with small paintings and plants. Niran looked around some more before turning back to you.

“Your home,” he started, “it’s beautiful.”

You smiled, glancing around the room.

“Thank you. I think it’s beautiful too.” You chuckled before your eyes shifted to the bag he was holding.

“Oh! I can take your bag if you want me to. I’ll go put it in the guest bedroom.”

Niran nodded his head and handed over his bag. He followed you to the bedroom and gasped upon entering it. His eyes went wide and they darted all over the room.

“This is,” he paused and his face dropped, “the ugliest guest bedroom I’ve ever seen.”

You rolled your eyes as you realized he was messing with you. Deciding to go with his playful attitude, you messed with him back. You lightly shoved his bag into his chest and your face deadpanned. Staring at him, you made pointed a finger to the door.

“There’s the door.”

Niran stared back and soon enough the two of you were having a staring contest. It only lasted about ten seconds before a smile cracked onto your face and he burst with laughter. He shook his head and walked past you to put his bag on the bed.

“Really though,” he giggled, looking around the room again, “I love your place. Can I live here with you?”

You laughed and shrugged your shoulders. “Only if you’re gonna help pay rent.”

He nodded eagerly and followed you out of the bedroom. You both went back into the living room and plopped down on the couch. You turned your head to him with a smile.

“So, what do you wanna do first?”

“What did you have planned?”

“Well…” you knitted your eyebrows in deep thought and continued, “I have a bunch of movies we can watch, I bought stuff to bake if you’d like to, and we can play video games?”

Niran hummed and averted his gaze to the wall as his way of thinking. After a few seconds, he looked back at you and grinned.

“How about we bake something now, play video games while we wait, and then end our night with the movies?”

You nodded and grinned back. The two of you rose from the couch and made your way to the kitchen. Once again, Niran went on a rant about how nice your house was and how we wanted to stay in it forever. You laughed and opened the pantry, grabbing the cake mix and setting it on the countertop.

“Is cake alright? We can use it to make something else though if you’re not fond of it.”

He smiled, shaking his head.

“Actually, I love that flavor, so cake it is!”

Niran and you quickly washed your hands and, after getting all the ingredients from around the kitchen, got to work. You decided to hook up your phone to a speaker and played music that you knew you both loved. Niran got some mixing bowls from the cabinets and set them on the counter.

“Okay, so we need to mix all the wet ingredients in one bowl and the dry ones in another. Seems easy enough,” you said as you read the instructions.

Niran grabbed the box from your hand and you looked up at him, a confused expression taking over on your face. He shook his head, a smirk on his. He held the box over his head and spoke.

“Where’s the fun in baking if you follow the instructions? I’m sure we can figure it out on our own.”

You rolled your eyes and tried reaching for the mix, but he backed away and held it higher. You huffed and folded your arms against your chest, a smile creeping onto your face.

“Niran so help me if you burn down my kitchen you’re paying for it.”

You ended your sentence with a poke to his side and he gasped, lowering his hands to cover his midriff. You took it as an opportunity to grab the box back and giggled when he made a sad face.

“But I’m a professional chef! C’mon, live a little!”

You sighed and thought about it, bringing your hand up to your chin. It would be more fun. And more of a mess. And potentially end in a fire. But fun!

You looked back up at him and slowly nodded your head, silently giving him the approval to throw the box to the side. He smiled widely and innocently giggled. You grabbed your phone and looked up the ingredients you needed to make sure you had all of them. Seeing you had them all, you grabbed one bowl and all the dry ingredients.

“Can we at least use measuring cups?”

“Nope.”

You groaned dramatically and Niran laughed. You grabbed the bag of flour and opened it, taking a small amount and swiping some on both of his cheeks. He gasped and narrowed his eyes at you, but didn’t make a move to rub it off. You backed away cheekily and giggled. He grabbed a slightly larger amount of flour and slowly swiped his thumb across your forehead.

“Simba.” He whispered.

You threw your head back with laughter and he giggled. You looked back at him and shook your head, your eyes crinkled and mouth wide.

“This cake is never going to get made if you keep messing around, Mr. Professional.” You put air quotes on the last word and Niran scoffed, feigning offense.

“I am professional, thank you very much. And you started it!” He held an accusatory finger towards you and you laughed.

Taking your place in front of the counter again, you carefully tried to pour the right amounts into the bowl. On the other hand, Niran seemed unconcerned and poured random amounts of the different liquids into another bowl. You mixed the dry ingredients while Niran mixed the wet ones.

The music was definitely a good idea as you both started humming to the song, your foot tapping to the beat against the tile. Niran, however, broke into a full dance of uncoordinated movements. His arms continued holding the bowl and mixing while his feet turned in different directions and his head swayed from side to side. He made a spinning move and fixed his gaze back on you once he stopped. The whole time he danced, you stared at him with your jaw slacked and eyes wide.

“Those moves were….” you paused.

“Amazing? I know.” He smirked and puffed his chest out in pride.

“…terrible. I should give you lessons.”

Niran barked out a laugh and shrugged his shoulders. He set the mixing bowl down and leaned against the counter, his hand resting on his chin.

“Perhaps I’ll consider your offer another day. Are you done mixing that?”

You nodded your head and moved the dry bowl next to the wet one. You slowly poured the dry ingredients into the other bowl to not make a mess. After combining the ingredients, you handed the bowl to Niran so he could mix it together.

“Stir that until it forms into the batter and I’ll go set up a game. I have Mario Kart, Mortal Kombat, Lego Batman, and Super Smash Bros. Do you have a preference?”

“I’ve never played Mortal Kombat before. So let’s do that!”

Excitement could be heard in Niran’s tone and you chuckled, nodding your head. He continued to stir the bowl while you left the kitchen and entered the living room. Grabbing the remote off the coffee table, you turned on the TV and the gaming console. You made Niran an account so you could both play and set up the game. Once it was ready, you walked back into the kitchen and saw Niran dipping his finger into the batter. He was about to eat it when you spoke up.

“Just what do you think you’re doing?”

He jumped and quickly rose his batter-covered finger to his mouth, licking it off before you could stop him. You marched over to him and crossed your arms against your chest, giving him an accusatory look. He made a noise of enjoyment and nodded his head.

“Mmh, that is good!”

“Niran, you can’t eat it yet. You’re gonna catch salmonella. I don’t need you dying in my household.”

He rolled his eyes and waved his hand disapprovingly. You poked at his stomach multiple times and he let out a giggly breath, involuntarily sucking in.

“Wehell you better not let me die then.”

After pouring the batter into a pan and placing it in the oven, you set a timer for thirty minutes. You stopped the music and turned off the speaker. The two of you made your way into the living room and sat down in front of the TV. You handed him a controller and gave him a basic rundown of the buttons.

“You press this one to punch and this one to block. We can get into special moves later. Any questions?”

“I don’t think so. I’ll learn as we go.”

You nodded and selected Noob Saibot as your character. Niran glanced around the screen, going through each fighter before eventually choosing Mileena. You smirked to yourself as you already felt your victory. He noticed your mischievous look and shoved your shoulder with his.

“Hey, go easy on me. It’s my first game!”

You laughed. “We’ll see about that.”

After selecting a random map, the first round started. While Niran was looking down at the controller trying to figure out which button to push, you immediately went in with a Tele-Slam and a Shadow Tackle. Niran’s eyes widened and he frantically pushed at all the buttons. You giggled as his character didn’t move anywhere and only punched out.

“This isn’t fair! I told you to go easy!”

You barked out a laugh and let him do some damage before easily winning the first round. Niran groaned and gritted his teeth. The second round started and you went with a Rising Shadow Kick. The sound of Niran practically smashing the buttons made you snicker, but somehow he managed a Low Sai Blast. Your eyes widened as he managed to get you to half health, but his skills were no match for yours. You used another special move and the words “FINISH HIM” came up on the screen. Deciding to use an easy fatality, you chose Split Decision. You leaned back in pride and Niran made a face of disgust while watching the fatality.

When the match ended, he turned his head towards you and narrowed his eyes.

“Okay. That was so not fair. You were supposed to give me a chance.”

You rolled your eyes and scoffed.

“As if I would let anyone beat me at this game.”

There was a long moment of silence before Niran spoke up.

“Let’s go again.”

After several more wins for you and whines from Niran, he started to get the hang of it. He managed to block your attacks and make a few special moves. He was getting your health pretty low and you knitted your eyebrows in concentration. He had won the first round (you lied and said you let him win out of pity) and he was most likely going to win the second. There was no way you were going to let him win. No one had beaten you before. But with the way he was learning pretty fast, you had to do something about it.

Since he was so focused on the screen, he didn’t notice one of your hands let go of the controller. You pressed a few buttons to make it seem like you were still playing to keep him unsuspecting. Your other hand slowly crept to Niran’s torso and you gave a light squeeze to his side. He flinched at the unexpected contact and yelped, a giggle escaping from his lips.

“H-hey! Dohon’t do that!”

Niran scooted away from your hand, but you easily followed him and extended your arm out further. Your hand found his ribs and you gave him sharp pokes. Another yelp with a few giggles could be heard from him and you smirked. His arm came crashing down and he covered his side with it, blocking his torso from any more attacks. It was enough of a distraction for you to get his character low and kill him, winning the second round.

Niran stared at the screen dumbfounded. A small blush was present on his cheeks and he whipped his head towards you. His brows knitted and he narrowed his eyes. You giggled and held your hands up defensively. Niran pointed a finger at you.

“You cheated.”

“I did no such thing. I simply used my enemy’s weakness to my advantage.”

He was about to mutter a comeback when the oven timer went off. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw his hand snake across the floor toward your torso and you felt a wave of relief wash over you. After pausing the game, you quickly rose from the floor before he could do anything and ran into the kitchen. Niran sighed in defeat and got up too, walking in behind you. Grabbing the mitts, you put them on and opened the oven. You took out the pan and set it on the counter.

“It’ll have to cool for about fifteen minutes, but we can make the frosting while we wait.”

After the cake cooled off and you made the frosting, the two of you started decorating. You drew little hearts and stars on the top of the cake, and Niran made poorly drawn flower designs on the sides of it. When you were both finished, you stepped back to admire your work.

“It’s gorgeous,” you whispered. “We should be cake decorators as a full-time job.”

Niran nodded his head and hummed in approval, a mock-serious expression on his face. You giggled and took the cake, placing it in a glass display case.

“Let’s save it for after we eat dinner. Are you hungry now?”

“I could eat. What did you have in mind?”

“How about we order pizza? I don’t feel like cooking anything.”

“Sounds good to me.”

While waiting for the pizza to arrive, you both busied yourself with more Mortal Kombat. Niran actually managed to win a few matches himself and bragged about it, but only until you threatened to sew his mouth shut if he didn’t stop talking. Once the pizza got there, you brought it into the living room and Niran grabbed two plates from the kitchen. You set the box down on the coffee table and went to the kitchen as well, pouring drinks for both of you. When you came back, he was sitting on the couch and already eating a slice.

“Here’s your drink. Is the pizza good?”

Niran nodded his head as he chewed, holding his hand up in front of his mouth to speak.

“Very good, and thank you.”

You smiled and sat down beside him, grabbing yourself a slice and beginning to eat. To keep it from going silent, you both made small talk while you ate. You had conversations about upcoming missions, plans for the future, family, and everything there was to talk about.

When you were both done eating, you took the plates into the kitchen, quickly cleaning them and putting them away. You then grabbed two smaller plates and set them on the counter, opened the glass display case, and cut two small pieces of cake. You carefully walked into the living room again and handed one to Niran.

“It’s getting kind of late,” you said, setting your plate on the small table in front of you. “How about we watch some movies now and relax?”

He nodded and you reached out to grab a few movie cases.

“Okay, so I have the Avengers, Howl’s Moving Castle, and Tangled. But we can also find a streaming service if none of these are to your liking.”

Niran’s face lit up at Tangled and he swallowed his cake before responding.

“Tangled! It’s my favorite movie!”

A huge smile formed on your face and you nodded your head excitedly.

“Mine too! Ugh, I knew we were best friends for a reason.”

You both laughed and you got up and put the DVD in the console. While waiting for it to start up, you excused yourself to go grab a few extra blankets from your room. When you came back, you noticed Niran had changed into his pajamas for the night and was patiently waiting for you. You grinned and threw the blankets at his head, earning a grunt in response. He took the blankets off his head and wrapped both of them around himself. You stood in front of him with your eyebrows raised, giving him a confused look.

“Um, excuse me. One of those is mine.”

Niran glanced at you and shook his head, pretending to dismiss you.

“No. These are both mine, thank you.”

You narrowed your eyes and stared at him, a silence took over the room. Niran looked at you, a tiny smirk evident on his lips. You tried to give off a menacing look, but with the way he wasn’t moving, it was clear your stare wasn’t working. After a few seconds, you sighed and shook your head in defeat. He hummed in amusement and snuggled deeper into the blankets.

“I suggest you go find your own covers and-hey!”

Niran shrieked and held his hands out defensively as you unexpectedly lunged at him. You jumped onto the couch and tugged at the blankets, a playful and mischievous look on your face. He grunted and wrapped his arms around his torso, not letting his grip loosen on the blankets.

“These are mine! You specifically got these for-wahahait! Don’t do thahat!”

Before he could finish his sentence, you maneuvered your hands around his arms and wiggled your fingers into his sides. Niran giggled wildly and squirmed around on the couch. A big smile formed on his face and his nose scrunched. You let yourself smile too as your fingers scribbled on his skin. You seemed to hit a sensitive spot as Niran squealed when you dug your fingers deeper.

“N-nohoho! Thahat tihihickles!”

“Really? I didn’t notice.”

You giggled at his predicament and switched to a different spot. Your hands found vacancy on his ribs and you prodded at them. Niran threw his head back in laughter and crossed his arms against his chest, trapping your hands in between his chest and his arms. He wiggled around on the couch and moved to where his legs were sprawled across it. You quickly sat on his legs and continued your ticklish onslaught.

“Plehehehease! Lehehet me goho!”

While Niran was talking through cackles and gasps, you talked calmly and casually, as if you weren’t tickling him to death.

“Are you going to give me my blanket back?”

Niran was at a loss for words as he was lost in boisterous laughter. The blankets were now behind him and he was leaning against them from all of his squirming. Your fingers shook into his lower ribs and he squealed. He tried to kick his legs out but with you sitting on them, it proved ineffective.

“Nahaha! I’m sohohorry!”

You narrowed your eyes at him while a playful smirk took over on your lips. You hummed in thought and shook your head as if to say no. Niran groaned through his laughter and you giggled. He did his best to fend your hands off but he was getting weak from his loud giggling. You wormed your hands into his armpits and dug your fingers into the spot. He let out a loud cackle before falling into silent laughter.

“Sorry enough to give me a blanket?”

Your fingers kept tickling his underarms while you spoke. You noticed his struggling was getting slower and his hands were giving up on keeping yours away. He nodded his head repeatedly, a big smile plastered on his face with his eyes tightly squeezed shut. You continued tickling him there for a few more seconds before letting up.

Niran slumped into the couch and fell into a fit of residual giggles. He sucked in deep breaths and a light blush appeared on his cheeks. You got off of his legs and gently shoved them off the couch so you could sit down next to him. He grunted and slowly reached behind him to grab a blanket. He handed you one and you smirked in victory, wrapping it around yourself.

“Try something like that again and it’ll be ten times worse.”

Niran grumbled something under his breath that you didn’t catch and you giggled. Now that both of you had a blanket and were comfortable on the couch, you grabbed the remote from the table in front of you. You lied back and pressed play, starting the movie.

After about thirty minutes into the movie and two songs later, you noticed Niran was quieter than usual. You turned your head to look at him and saw his eyes focused on the screen. Maybe he was just really enjoying the movie? You decided to not worry about it and continued to keep watching the film. However, out of the corner of your eye, you saw him give several glances your way. You let it slide the first few times but it put you on edge. When he did it again for even longer, you decided to say something about it.

“Why do you keep looking at me like that?”

Niran let a smirk take over his lips and his expression became mischievous. He looked away from the screen and his eyes shifted onto you. A small panic began to rise in your chest and you smiled timidly.

“You think you can just get away with torturing me?”

You notice he was getting closer as he spoke and you leaned back. You tried to play it cool and rolled your eyes, but it was evident that you were growing nervous.

“Oh please, d-don’t be dramatic. I hardly did anything!”

Niran scoffed at your sheer audacity in saying that and shook his head.

“Oh? Well, I’d say a little payback is in order, hmm?”

The teasing lilt in his voice made a smile grow on your face and a few nervous giggles slipped out. Niran’s eyes narrowed towards you and his smirk expanded. His body slowly advanced towards yours and you put your hands out in front of you to keep some distance. When he was close enough to grab you, he lunged. You shrieked and just barely dodged out of the way. You rolled off the couch and started to make a break for it into the kitchen.

You were so close to escaping when a pink flower-shaped dome was enclosed around you. Your feet were lifted off the ground and suddenly you were being pulled backward. Your eyes widened and you yelped as you were sent back onto the couch and into Niran’s arms.

“Come here, won’t you?”

Niran’s arms wrapped around your torso and your struggles increased. You tried to wiggle out of his grip and your legs kicked out on top of the cushions. Your arms were effectively pinned by your sides and you tried to plead with him.

“Niran! Wait wait wait! I’m sohohorry!”

Niran wasted no time and his hands found your sides. He gently wiggled his fingers into the skin and you let out a squeal. You fell into a fit of high-pitched giggles and shook your head. His hands darted all over your sides with pokes and prods. The thin material of your shirt did nothing to deter the feeling.

“Thahahat’s cheheheating!”

Niran hummed in thought, his fingers skillfully skittering across to your stomach. Your laughter increased and you involuntarily tried sucking in. His fingers never let up and followed wherever you squirmed, not that there was much room to anyways. He brought his mouth close to your ear and softly spoke.

“Hmm, what was it again? Ah. I simply used my enemy’s weakness to my advantage.”

You shuddered at the feeling of his breath on your ear and shrugged your shoulder up, giggling. You could hear the triumphant smirk in his voice even if you couldn’t see it. You inwardly groaned and would roll your eyes if you weren’t currently being tortured.

“Nahaha! Stahahap tihihihickling me!”

“Where are you most ticklish?”

“I’m nahahat tehehelling you thaHAHAt!”

Niran slowly dragged his fingers around your stomach as he spoke, tracing different shapes and patterns. His finger landed in the middle of your stomach when you let out a squeal, falling into loud laughter. Your hands squeezed into fists and you pounded them into the couch out of reflex. Niran giggled at your reaction and traveled his fingers further up your torso.

“Awh, you’re just so ticklish, aren’t you?”

A heat pooled in your cheeks and they grew a light shade of pink. You shook your head from side to side and let out a gasp as his hands landed on your ribs. He felt you tense and positioned his fingers on the highest ones.

“Is your worst spot… here?”

He quickly wiggled his fingers over your ribs and you let out a loud cackle before returning to bubbly laughter. You threw your head back onto his chest and squeezed your eyes shut, a huge smile spread on your face. One hand continued to skitter over one side of your ribs while the other squeezed the backs of the other ones. You fell into silent laughter as the two sensations were too much for you to handle. Niran slowed his tickling and went back to light tracing.

Your heavy laughter decreased into breathy giggles and you internally sighed. You greedily sucked in air and your chest rose and fell with each breath. You lightly squirmed at the feeling of his fingers still on your ribs. Niran snickered and moved his head to look you in the eye. You met his gaze only for a second before turning your head away from him and closing your eyes.

“Niran I swehehear to god I will kihihick you out ohof my hohohouse!”

It was his turn to laugh as he threw his head back with a cackle. It was hard to be threatening when you had a big smile on your face and giggles were pouring out of your lips. You felt his shoulders shake underneath you and you grimaced, testing his grip around your body. You tried to pull your arms up but it was no use.

“Oh no, I’m terrified.”

“Lehet me gohoho!”

“Only if you tell me where your worst spot is, and if you apologize for torturing me.”

You groaned through your giggles and you were about to respond with a snarky comeback when Niran shoved his hands under your arms. You let out a scream before succumbing to boisterous laughter. His fingers dug into the hollows and he kneaded at your skin. You banged your head against his chest and your struggles increased tenfold.

“NIHIHhirahahan! Nohohot thehehere!”

“Not where? Not here?” He emphasized his sentence with squeezes to your armpits.

“YEHEHES! It tihihickles too muhuch!”

Niran gasped and you could hear the mock astonishment.

“Really? I never knew that!”

“Shuhuhut uhup!”

After what seemed like hours of tickling, (which really was just about three minutes) Niran slowed his fingers and dragged them back down to your sides. Your squirming subsided and you breathed heavily through your nose, a smile on your face. He got a truly evil idea and lifted your shirt up, putting his fingers on top of your bare skin. You shuddered at the feeling and let a few giggles slip. He lazily traced patterns all over your sides, stomach, and ribs. You sucked in air through your teeth and started another giggling fit.

“Are you ready to apologize now?”

“It’s nohohot my fahault you’re too tihicklish for your ohohown gohohood.”

“I don’t think you’re in any position to be making threats.”

Without Niran noticing, you managed to sneak your hand beside his knee with the little room you had to move. You firmly squeezed his knee and he jolted, a yelp escaping from his lips. His fingers stopped his tracing and rested on your skin. He narrowed his eyes at you and you giggled cheekily. A silence took over the room and you felt slightly nervous again. Without saying anything, Niran’s hand relocated to your hip and squeezed.

A startled squeal and high-pitched giggles unleashed from deep within you. You tried to buck your hips upward but with Niran’s arms wrapped around you, it was hard to do so.

“Nohoho mohohore! I give up! I gihive up!”

“Apologize.”

His hands quickly shot up into your underarms again and, after a loud shriek, he sent you into silent laughter. Your squirming was weakening and you lightly tapped on his leg. He went on for a good ten seconds before stopping completely and letting you catch your breath. His grip around your torso loosened and he grinned at you.

“I’m waiting.” He lightly strummed his fingers on your sides.

You giggled lightly and nodded your head.

“I’m sohohorry. No mohore.”

Niran accepted your apology and unwrapped his hands from around you. You quickly crawled to the other side of the couch and curled into a ball. A light blush was apparent on your face and you gave a dirty look towards Niran. He snickered and wiggled his fingers in your direction, making you cringe and cover your face with your hands.

“Awh, are you just too ticklish for your own good?”

You gave him a light kick in the leg with your foot and he grabbed it. He wiggled his fingers tauntingly and gave your sole a quick tickle. You shrieked and pulled it out of his grasp, tucking both of your feet underneath the blanket.

“Niran Pruksamanee, you are such a jerk!”

“You started it, and I just finished it.”

You rolled your eyes and mumbled something he didn’t hear. When you heard the ending music of the movie, you gasped and quirked your head up toward the television. You realized Niran had spent the last part of the movie tickling you to pieces.

“We didn’t even get to watch the ending!” You whined, sitting up on the couch with a frown.

“Well, do you wanna rewatch it?”

You thought for a moment before shaking your head. You checked the time on your phone and saw it was already past midnight. A yawn escaped your lips and you closed your eyes tiredly. Niran noticed this and grabbed the remote, pausing the movie.

“Do you wanna call it and go to bed?”

You nodded and slowly got up, grabbing the plates of cake off the table and walking into the kitchen. You set them on the counter and told yourself you would clean up in the morning. Going back into the living room, you saw Niran rub his eyes and yawn. His head was drifting down and his eyes closed completely. You figured he was also tired from tonight’s events and chuckled.

You quietly walked over to the couch and gently shook his shoulder. His head shot up and he opened his eyes, looking up at you. You smiled tiredly and nodded your head towards the hallway.

“Let’s go to bed, Niran.”

He nodded and slowly got off the couch, wrapping the blanket around him and following you to the guest bedroom. You opened the door for him and he marched to the bed, plopping face-first into the mattress. He let out a long sigh and you giggled. You walked over to the bed and stood over him.

“Goodnight, Niran. Don’t let the bed bugs bite.” You teased in a sing-song voice, giving his side a few pokes.

He squirmed and brought his arm down to cover his side, tired giggles leaking from his lips.

“Don’t make me tickle you again.”

He didn’t sound very threatening as his voice was slurring from the drowsiness. You grinned and walked towards the door.

“Yeah yeah. Go to sleep, dude.”

You heard the faint sound of snores and realized Niran was already fast asleep. You rolled your eyes and turned off the light, walking out and shutting the door behind you. After going back into the living room and making sure everything was decently tidy, you shut off all the lights and made your way to your bedroom. As you fell asleep, you thought of the next break in missions and couldn’t wait to have another sleepover with your best friend.

[yanderes-galore]

hello hello, may I request a sombra (overwatch) romantic concept? :3

Gotta love Sombra, yeah? Unless she's on the enemy team, as a support main I want to cry.

Yandere! Sombra/Olivia Colomar Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Manipulation, Breach of privacy, Breaking and entering, Secret recording, Drugging, Kidnapping, Isolation, Dubious affection, Forced relationship.

Sombra would be another yandere who likes to watch you from a distance for most of her obsession, just like Reaper and Genji.

Out of all the Overwatch yanderes she's probably the best at stalking, actually.

If Sombra is interested in someone she's going to know everything about them.

It's not that hard for her to so, especially if you are just a normal person.

No amount of VPNs or encryption software will prevent her from accessing your files.

She watches you from afar but also hacks into all of your personal data.

She downloads any information she wants to keep for further research.

Sombra, as your yandere, leaves nothing untouched.

She hacks into security cameras and webcams... she even uses her tech to sneak into your home.

You should really get more security...

Not like it will save you from her.

Sombra is careful of not allowing you to see her.

She takes her time with her obsession, learning every single thing she can about you at her own pace.

She quickly becomes addicted to watching you through cameras or sneaking into your home while you're unaware due to her invisibility tech that she stole.

At first Sombra just planned to spy on you, maybe you're close to a valuable target?

But over time her interests begin to shift.

Soon she begins to watch you because he enjoys it.

She finds how vulnerable you are amusing.

Especially since you have no idea she exists.

Sombra is very playful and teasing with her obsession.

She likes that she can lurk so close to you but still be undetectable.

She keeps her distance just enough to lurk as you do your daily life.

Her obsession certainly has a quiet start since you won't know she's around.

Not until she decides to take you off the grid.

At some point watching footage and stalking you isn't going to satiate her obsession.

Especially if she feels romantic feelings... eventually she's going to think of kissing you and holding you.

That idea ends up driving her addiction to you.

Eventually she backs any information she has on you into a private thumb drive.

Things like IDs and important digital documents.

Then she works on erasing all the public stuff and makes you a home away from society.

Sombra is definitely one of the more intense yanderes due to her stalking and her forcing dependency on her darling.

Once she's ready she'll take her darling away with some drugging before allowing them to awaken in their private home.

She's already moved all your stuff and given you a pretty purple chain to keep you in place.

Sombra is efficient when it comes to her obsession.

She's highly manipulative and knows how to get things done.

There's no contact to the outside world for you.

She isn't a very violent yandere.

She avoids unnecessary violence and instead whisks her darling away in silence.

She works in the shadows, it's what she's used to.

Plus when she has you she already knows just about everything about you.

All thanks to her research.

Sombra promises to take good care of you, all with a grin as she tilts your head up.

When she has you she's able to indulge in kisses and hugs.

She adores you and soothes your worries by whispering how much she adores you while lightly touching your nose.

Y'know... you're very special to her.

She wouldn't remember everything about you if she didn't seem interested at least a little bit...

Really... there's no one else better than her to take care of you... so why even bother trying to leave her?

Not like you could in the first place... no one else knows you exist except her... she's made sure of that.