#overwatch 2 x reader

[haruniki]

Hana 'D.va' Song who is absolutely in love with her girlfriend. Talking about her on streams, to her teammates, practically anyone who will listen. And she puts her gaming skills to the test when you can't beat a level or are having trouble gathering some quest items/material all so she can get rewarded in kisses and being called your hero. Hana might be the hero of Korea but nothing beats hearing that she's your hero.

[cursedpiratestash]

omg i love your writinggg🫶🏽

how about talon hc’s with a reader who on one occasion dodged their kiss because they were busy doing something else? like cooking, doing paperwork, cleaning, <3

Talon x Reader

“I’m busy” Headcanons

a/n: I wanted each to have their own set up so this leans more towards scenarios i hope that's okay! Thank you for enjoying my work I appreciate it a lot!

Doomfist

It was a long day for him when he returned to his place beside you. With you in his company he’s hopeful that you could ease his mind from the disaster that was today

In a tired yet powerful stride he moves to hold you close by the small of your back and kiss you on your soft lips to greet you

When you swat him away he is taken aback for just a moment

Fortunately he immediately pinpoints as to why

As fiery as you were he was positive he hadn’t done anything to cause conflict with you in a while

It took one look to notice you were focused on a game on your phone

He only shook his head with a soft laugh through his nose or a half-heartedly snide remark before he patiently waits for you to either win or lose

Regardless of the outcome he pulls the phone away from you and guides your face to his

You’d forgive him for interrupting anyways

All in all probably the calmest about it and plans to get what he wants when you’re available rather than risking a fight by overplaying his dominant role

Reaper

Not necessarily being the forgiving-type, Reyes narrows his eyes at you when you dodge his affection on his way out

He notices that your movements were frantic as though you were looking for something. When he questions you on this you give him enough of an answer for him to help you

With a roll of his eyes he snatches whatever you were looking for in seconds and presents it to you

He almost scolds you for your forgetfulness as he does so

When you reach for it he is quick to swipe it from your grasp and peers down at you with an expectant look

With a roll of your eyes you grant his wish and give him a smooch before he relinquished the item to you

He milks the moment by pulling you closer to him 

His expression slightly softens for the kiss before he bids you farewell with a pet name and a small peck on your forehead

When it comes down to it he would hold it against you just because he isn’t that big on displays of affection in the first place

Gets over it rather quickly though

Moira

With one of her experiments showing great promise Moira begins to feel celebratory. The next time she sees you she greets you with a tender smile and a beckoning hand

However when you raise a hand at her in a “Just a minute” gesture her face melts into an unimpressed expression

She easily closes the distance between you to look over your shoulder

You’re doing some form of paperwork; perhaps filling some report from the latest mission or something

Whatever it was kind of kills the mood for her anyways

‘Just busy work’ she would think to herself before she strokes the side of your face and turns your head towards her with her index finger and thumb gently holding your chin

“Don’t keep me waiting long,” She would finish with a pet name before granting you a lingering kiss and leaving you to your work

By the time she’s gone you well have forgotten what you were even writing

Anyways she's pretty understanding, but it isn’t everyday that she wants to spend an intimate moment with you outside of your home so it's up to you to get in on it before the window closes

Sombra

Probably had just finished a rather difficult job as she plops down next to you on the couch you shared with her

Almost out of habit she leans over to wrap her arms around you to pull you towards her with your head on her chest to pepper kisses on your face

When you move away she is immediately confused and dejected on a smaller scale

You show her the cleaning supplies you brought out and mention that you were just about to get started

With a quick scan of the room she could tell it wouldn’t take very long

Despite this she gives you a bored look and pulls you back in anyways explaining that you could get started later and that she’ll even help out as well

But for now she really just wants to unwind with you and cuddle while you watch a movie

You knew this meant you two would probably take a nap instead but you allow it as it's usually a good excuse to give Sombra some much needed rest anyways

She isn’t the biggest fan of rejection and usually plans to get what she wants even if it means pulling on a heart string or two

She does it out of love of course

Mauga

It’s a calm day with nothing but the mundane scheduled ahead of you

After polishing Gunny and Cha-cha, Mauga leisurely makes his way down to the kitchen where you were preparing something sweet and light

He greedily sniffs the air and compliments your skill before leaning down towards you, lips first and eyes closed

When nothing happens he opens his eyes to see your back facing towards him as you offer him nothing more than a “thank you”

There you leave his beautiful lips pouting at nothing

His face turns into a mock hurt expression despite how you don’t notice him waiting behind you

“How about a little sugar my way?” He’d ask with a cheeky grin

If that doesn’t get your attention he would resort to smearing whatever confection you have onto your cheek to get you to stop working 

Honestly by then he usually steals a kiss so good it leaves your head spinning

Out of all the members he’s probably the most immature about it and will always find a way to get you to look at him

Will always charm his way through anything and everything

Widowmaker

On the rare occasion that she’s feeling unbearably affectionate is on a beautifully rainy day

She starts by waltzing up behind you as silent as a mouse then proceeding to wrap her arms around your waist, trailing one hand up your throat to push your face towards hers

When you don’t allow her to court you in her arms she scoffs as she is appalled by your rejection

You apologize profusely as she stands back with her arms crossed. What could have your attention so much so that you couldn’t pay her any mind

You explain that you desperately needed to add some finishing touches before she saw anything

“What are you blabbering about.” She raises a brow at you. When you show her the gift you’ve been preparing for her, her cold stare turns into something warmer

She rolls her eyes and accepts the gift before allowing a smile to grace her features. She hides it in your kiss as she pulls you towards her by the back of your neck

She will accept your apology this time, however next time she won’t be as merciful 

That aside she doesn’t take it too personally, but she does find it annoying unless you truly didn’t consent

So expect some empty threats until she gets her smooch

Sigma

After a long day of testing he floats into your room where he finds you laser focused on the tv screen

His shoulders relax at the sight of you despite how you hardly offer him a greeting as he enters

‘You always did love your shows,’ he chuckles to himself. With that he makes his way towards you to greet you with a proper kiss

Unfortunately he had gotten in the way of the screen with his rather tall frame causing you to quickly dodge to try to catch the ending of your show

Feeling a little embarrassed Sigma seats himself next to you and apologizes silently as to not cause anymore distraction

It doesn’t hit you until the end credits start to play that you had just been unbelievably rude. In your attempt to apologize Sigma raises a hand in defense stating that he didn’t mind one bit as he knew you didn’t mean it

He only chuckles as you snuggle up to him to try to make it up to him. Things only settle down once you give him a darling peck on the cheek

Literally the sweetest guy about it out of the whole team when he's of sound mind

Honestly finds it endearing when you’re deep in thought anyways

[amphibiahawks321]

Lucio : Wow! You really got a crush on the junkerqueen!?

Lucio : She's like bigger, stronger and probably a better fighter than you!

M!Reader : Exactly! What a woman....

[Y/N stares at junkerqueen]

Junkerqueen : Hm?

[Junkerqueen checks behind her and sees Y/N staring at her]

M!Reader blushing : !!!?!?'

[Junkerqueen chuckles and winks at him]

M!Reader :

[Lucio bumps Y/N's arm]

Lucio : Oooooohhhh~

[theres-a-body-here]

Scumtober - Day 2 (Size Difference)

Reinhardt WiIhelm x Male!reader

The scent of burnt candle mixed with the smell of alcohol filled the air; it was clear that Hana had gone all out for her birthday celebration. You're sure the others are enjoying themselves, but you've never been the party type.

Your scene is way more calm and quiet, so staying near the back and watching the others socialize from there seemed like the best play for tonight.

But it seems like loud has a way of following.

Walking up beside you, Reinhardt hands one of the cups in his hands to you with a warm smile, "Guten Tag mein Freund! I thought you might need something to drink." 

The cup seemed to disappear in his big hand, his giant form dwarfing even yours as he stood next to you. Reinhardt watches as you take the cup, your hands making brief contact. At that moment you realized that these cups were rather large, barely being able to hold the whole thing in a single hand.

The old crusader leaned in closer to you, his arm brushing yours lightly. "I am glad you could make it tonight," he says, raising his voice over the loud music and taking a sip from his own cup.

"At least one of us is," you mutter, taking a sip of your own. Despite not putting any effort into projecting your voice, he seemed to have caught it.

You see a slight furrow in his brow at your words, "Ah, well…", he starts to speak, hesitating slightly, "if you do not wish to be here…"

He takes a big gulp from his cup, letting his gaze drift towards the other guests before focusing back onto you.

His expression turned serious now, "If it would make you feel better, we could leave early?"

Silence fell between you as you meet each other's gaze.

Feeling your fingers tracing along his stomach, Reinhardt couldn't help but let out a soft moan at the sensation, his muscles relaxing under your touch. His eyes were shut, head leaning back as he let you explore his body.

Soft whispers left his lips in German, too low for you to hear properly, though they sounded sweet.

As you grabbed his hand, pulling it up to hold your palm to his, Reinhardt opened his eyes lazily, watching as you examined both of your hands.

A small smile graced his lips as he spoke up, "Ja, mine is quite larger.", he says, sounding a bit prideful.

"Everything about you is larger," you huff, pushing him onto his back, eliciting a grunt from him as he lets you do so easily. "It's not fair."

He folded his arms behind his back, exposing his muscular torso to you fully. "Ah~ my apologies mein Liebling", he said in a playful tone. "I did not mean to be so imposing."

Chuckling, you climb onto him, straddling his chest.

Reinhardt groans, a light blush appearing on his cheeks, "And how does your Crusader look from there?" He asks, his voice lowering slightly.

"He looks...less intimidating," you mutter, feeling like those birds you see on rhinos.

Smiling softly, Reinhardt moved his hands from beneath his head to gently grip your thighs, squeezing them tenderly. He then moved one of his hands to your belt buckle, slowly undoing it while looking into your eyes.

A low hum escaped his throat as he worked on it, clearly enjoying every second of it.

As he finished undoing your belt buckle, he lifts your legs up with one hand, carefully sliding off your pants with the other, leaving you in just your boxers.

A soft sigh leaves your lips, a bit embarrassed he was manhandling you so easily. His eyes glance downwards briefly to admire your newly exposed legs before looking back up at you.

He hooks your waistband with his thumbs, motioning to pull them down. However, instead of doing it alone, your hands reached out to cover his, helping him remove your boxers with ease.

As they join your pants on the floor, he gives a small smile, grabbing at your hips and pulling you higher up on his chest.

Your face burned up as he did so, causing your cock to bounce slightly, dragging across his skin. Holding you firmly in place, he looks at your hard-on that was now a few inches away from his face.

Reinhardt leans forward slightly, his hot breath washing over your cock as he breathes deeply, taking in your scent. A shiver ran down your spine as he held you in place with strong hands, pausing for a moment before finally pressing his lips against your cock, placing a soft kiss on the throbbing shaft.

"Rein…"

Hearing you moan out his name and reach out to grab at his hair sent a jolt of heat throughout his entire body, causing him to shudder. He pulled back after placing a kiss on your cockhead, looking up at you.

"Sweet boy," he coos before planting another kiss onto your cock, followed by another, and another, peppering wet kisses across the length of your shaft. Each time he kissed it caused his already hard cock to twitch, precum beading at the tip.

He barely hears your little whines as he pressed his lips against your cockhead again, slowly parting them as he took you inside of him.

You gasp as you felt yourself slide into his mouth, your hands maintaining a strong grip on his head. A low moan escapes your lips as you struggle to stay upright.

Grunting at the sudden movement, he wrapped his arms around your hips, holding you close as he began bobbing his head back and forth, working your length in and out of his mouth.

Each thrust pushed your cock deeper into his mouth until you bottomed out, the tip of your cock hitting the back of his throat. He hummed softly in approval, the vibrations strumming through your dick as he held you there.

"F-Fuck," you whine, tugging on his hair a bit harder than intended.

His hands gripped your hips tightly as he controlled the pace at which you fucked his mouth, changing between slow sensual thrusts and slamming your hips into his face harshly. It wasn't long before his mouth became sore from all the movement, but he paid no mind.

"Rein, I'm gonna…" you moaned, tugging at his hair as you felt yourself getting close.

Reinhardt suddenly thrust your hips forward, forcing you all the way down his throat. He swallowed convulsively around your cock, triggering your orgasm immediately. With a loud moan, you cum down his throat, filling it with rope after rope of hot cum.

Once you were done cumming, he slowly pulled back, releasing your cock from his mouth with a pop. Cum dripped from the corners of his lips as he smiled up at you.

Pulling you down to meet him as he gets up from laying down, his large hand gripping the back of your head firmly as he crushes his lips against yours. You let out a muffled whine, your hands holding on to his chest as you open your mouth to let him in.

You could taste yourself on his tongue as it wrestled with yours.

Pulling away from the kiss, he kept his large hands on both sides of your face as he squished your cheeks playfully. "Mein Schatz," he chuckled softly. "You taste delicious."

Scumtober 2024 Masterlist

[tonberry-yoda]

Hopeful - Ramattra

Pairing - Ramattra x reader

Warnings - too much fluff frrrr

Word Count - 3,937

Notes - this fic was inspired by this post by @lady-shimada!! i am super thankful to them for allowing me to write this wonderful idea because I absolutely love how this turned out!! this is one of my longest fics yet and I cannot express how fun this was to write!! thank you again @lady-shimada and I really hope you enjoy it!!! Have a great rest of your day/night everyone and please stay hydrated!!! <3333

You wiped the sweat off of your forehead and smiled at your work. "Does that feel better?" You asked the omnic who's arm you had just finished fixing up.

She rolled her arm and practically beamed at you, if she could of course. "Thank you! Y-You don't know how much this means to me!!" She pulled you into an embrace and you hugged her back with no hesitation.

"Of course. I'm just happy to help all that I can." Nothing felt better than seeing an omnic happy. As a human, it was rare to get along with omnics, especially after the war, but you were just glad that there was some peace in the world that you could take part in. Especially thanks to your teacher, Zenyatta, who was an omnic himself. You just wanted a better world. One in which omnics were seen as more than just robots, but another half of humans.

"How much will that be?" The omnic pulled her wallet out and started fishing out cash.

"No, please, it's on me. I don't need any money."

"Please let me pay, it's the least I could do." She started shoving money at you, but you kept declining.

"Ma'am, I'm serious. Seeing you in tip top shape is more than enough payment for me."

"You're a blessing, you know that?!" The omnic threw her arms around you once more before thanking you what seemed like a thousand times before leaving.

Genji just smiled at you from across the room. "You are very talented, y/n."

"Oh, stop it, Genij." You cleaned off a couple of tools and gave Genji a playful punch on the arm.

"It's true! I don't know what the omnics would do without someone like you. I don't know what I would do without you." He pointed to his robotic body, making you giggle a bit.

"It's seriously the least I could do. They need help, right? That's what I'm here for. To provide that help." You wiped some oil off of your face and slipped off your dirty apron. "Now I'm off to go get some food because I am exhausted."

---

"Brother, I just want to know why you're not fighting for us! For the omnics! The ones who raised you!" Ramattra exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air. He was on a walk with Zenyatta, as it had been years since they had last seen each other.

The two decided to get back in contact after a lot of thinking Zenyatta had done on his part. Moral of the story is: he missed Ramattra. They had an unbreakable bond that was taken away from them over a few disagreements. It's not that Zen wanted Ramattra back to change his mind. He just wanted to see him again. Without that brother-like omnic by his side, Zen was becoming a bit lonely.

"Don't you care about your people, brother?! Don't you care that they are dying?!"

"Of course I do, Ramattra," Zenyatta sat next to a nearby lake, looking up at the stars. "But doesn't everyone die?" His tone was soft and Ramattra was already getting frustrated.

"Yes! Everyone dies! But not like this, brother... not like this." He sat next to Zen, looking to the stars as well. "I just want peace for our people. I want to avenge Mondatta. I don't want it to happen all over again... especially to you." Ramattra sighed, feeling a little more at ease, waiting for Zenyatta to say something. Praying that he would agree with him.

"I understand how you must feel, brother," Zen's tone was still soft, not breaking once. "But we each have our own ways of thinking. I don't think anyone should die for the sake of others. I think in the end, we should all be equal."

"But how are we supposed to be equal when-"

Ramattra's rough tone was quickly interrupted by Zenyatta skipping a stone over the lake they were next to. "Listen, Ramattra. I invited you here because I missed you. That's all. We can have talks about war and death later, but for now," Zenyatta got up from his spot, continuing the walk. "I want to know how you've been."

---

"What did you get?" Genji walked up to you, taking a fry from your meal; the omnic he was talking to that was in recovery went back into rest mode. There were a lot of omnics that had to heal up, especially some who have seen some bad places. Your shop wasn't the cleanest, but at least you had a space for them to stay for a while.

"Well it looks like you already figured it out Mr. I Like To Steal Fries." You giggled, placing your food on a nearby table with tools strewn across it.

"Sorry, sorry," Genji put his hands in the air in joking defense. "Look, I'm just hungry too, y/n. You can't blame me."

"I thought you would be," you sighed, pulling out another bag. "So I got you some food too."

"That omnic was right... you are a blessing."

"Shut up Genji and just take the food. And you owe me a fry now!" You laughed, handing him his food.

"Do you have any more patients today?" Genji took off his mask to reveal his scar covered face. If only you could do something about that.

"I think I have one more... but it's a Junkertown patient."

"Are you serious?" Genji's mouth was full of food, shock painted on his face.

"Yeah," you said solemnly. "I hate getting those patients. Not because they're hard to fix, but because I feel so bad. The Junker Queen really fucks them up, I tell you what."

"I bet. I'm sorry." Genji looked at a patient who had been bed ridden for weeks. Another one from Junkertown, still trying to regain consciousness.

"Genji, I'm the last person you should be apologizing to." You looked down at your food, getting prepared for the patient you were going to have to help soon. You wished it didn't have to be this way between humans and omnics, but for now, this was the only thing you could do to help.

---

"Wait," Ramattra pinched the bridge of what would be his nose. "So you're telling me that you're teaching... a... human?"

"Two actually." Zenyatta said casually, watching an airplane fly by.

"Two?! Have you gone mad?!"

"Perhaps a little mad." Zen giggled to himself.

"You have got to be playing some sort of sick joke on me. I can't believe you would do something like that."

"Not all humans are bad. You do know that, right?" Zen gave Ramattra a playful look, which was returned with glaring eyes.

"Yes they are. Why else would we still be going through this pain and suffering?"

"Follow me. I want to show you something."

Ramattra sighed, but didn't argue with Zen. "Fine."

"Might I ask when the last time you spoke to a human was?"

Ramattra went silent, trying to think. "I don't really... speak to them. They made us suffer, so I make them suffer."

Zen hummed in response. "I see."

For the rest of the walk, the two omnics were silent. They didn't feel like more needed to be said, so they just listened to the nighttime birds sing and the slight breeze blow onto the nearby lake.

Ramattra loved when the world was peaceful. It was rare for him. Not often did he get to just enjoy the sounds of the world, it didn't feel like he was allowed to yet. He still had things he needed to do for his people. It was like a breath of fresh air was unheard of for Ramattra.

In that regard, he was very thankful for Zenyatta reaching out again. It was like how he used to live. And even if it wouldn't be permanent, it was nice.

"Right this way, brother." Zenyatta pointed down a dark alleyway, the only light coming from a dim lamp next to a sign that said in dark colors: "Omnic Repair". Zen opened the door to a dimly lit workshop with tired omnics lying in hospital-like beds.

Ramattra looked around the workshop, his gaze finding Genji who was sitting with an omnic that was in better condition with the rest, joking and chatting with him.

"Brother, what is thi-"

Ramattra was quickly interrupted by Zen putting his finger over what would be his mouth and pointing to you, who was hard at work fixing the omnic from Junkertown.

Ramattra turned to you and felt like everything around him had stopped. Like nothing existed in the world but you.

"Not all humans wish to see us suffer, Ramattra," Zen whispered with a smile, seeing how gentle you were with your patient.

"H-How?" Ramattra's tone was almost as soft as Zenyatta's.

"What do you mean, 'how?', brother? This is what they love to do. They want nothing more than to see an omnic live out its life."

"B-But... they're human."

"Very observant brother," Zenyatta giggled, putting his hand on Ramattra's lower back. "Why don't you say hello?" He pushed him to you, but Ramattra quickly stepped away.

"Zenyatta, I can't. They're doing something important right now." His eyes stayed glued to you, watching as your eyes didn't once leave your patient. You were so focused on fixing them, on helping them not be in pain, it was admirable.

You tilted your head, fixing a screw and stood up, stretching. "I'll be back." You said to your patient, who was already more than halfway completed. "You're a trooper."

The barely conscious omnic seemed to smile at you, giving you a limp high five and saying a soft "thank you."

You nodded and turned around, almost bumping into a large... omnic?!

You apologized and took a step back to find Ramattra standing in front of you. He was taller than any other omnic you have ever seen and a hell of a lot scarier too. But he also looked so... cool. Definitely unlike any other omnic you've met.

"y/n!" Zenyatta stepped out from behind Ramattra as you took off a face mask you had on. "You're doing excellent work in here!"

You smiled and gave Zenyatta a short hug. "Thank you, master. It's been a long day, but we're almost done."

"I'd like you to meet someone." Zenyatta pushed Ramattra in front of him, revealing to you the tall omnic. He had to be way over 6ft, he was gigantic.

"Hi!" You smiled, sticking your hand out to him.

"Hello there." Ramattra just stared at your hand and you let it limply fall to your side. You gave Zenyatta a confused look.

"This is Ramattra," Zenyatta introduced him because he knew that Ramattra wouldn't do it himself. "Ramattra, this is y/n."

"Does he need repair? Because he looks just fine to me. I mean I could check a couple of his bolts and wires, but like I said, he looks in tip top condition." You took a fry from the table in the corner of the room and popped it in your mouth.

"I need no repair, human." Ramattra's tone was rough, but it didn't scare you. It was just alarming to hear someone speak to you like that.

"Alright then... What can I help you with?"

Zenyatta just laughed and shook his head. "y/n, Ramattra here is like a brother to me. We've taught each other a lot, but got separated due to differences. I just wanted to show him the work you conduct in here, perhaps show him another side."

"Nothing will change my mind about humans." Ramattra turned around and crossed his arms, looking around the small workshop.

"That's not what I said, brother. I just wanted to show you something new, that's all."

Ramattra just ignored Zenyatta, walking over to an omnic who had to get all of his limbs replaced and was clearly exhausted, but still awake.

"Why are you here, brother?" Ramattra grabbed the omnic's hand, looking at his tired figure. "Why not get repaired by one of our own kind?"

The omnic just looked at Ramattra and stretched, his eyes getting brighter. "y/n is great. They make sure we're cared for and in our greatest condition."

"Yes, but they are human."

"I've met a lot of good humans in my day. And they are definitely one of them. If not for them, I wouldn't be here, talking to you."

"I see... Well, I will let you rest now. Godspeed, brother." Ramattra left the omnic to rest and saw that you went right back to work on your patient from when he walked in.

He walked over to you and sat down, watching you as you worked, not once thinking about anything else but saving this omnic.

"How long have you been doing this job?" You jumped slightly, shocked to hear Ramattra's booming voice.

You giggled, a little embarrassed about getting frightened. "I've always been interested in repairing, but it wasn't until I met Zenyatta that I realized that I can use those abilities on omnics too. Plus, I know that you all have been through a lot and I just want to start the movement to help. It's not much, but it's what I can do."

If Ramattra had a heart, it would be pounding. Perhaps he felt the simulation of it or at least his brain was telling him that his heart would be pounding. Whatever it was... he didn't like it. "W-Well, human's have been the reason for our destroyed life. The reason we are so hurt and suffer this much. It is because of you that you are fixing us. You're not helping with anything."

You didn't know how to respond. You had never been through what he has, nor do you even know how he would feel. So you just kept working on your patient. "I'm sorry." You ended up saying. "I know a simple apology isn't enough, but I am really trying to do better as a human. Omnics deserve much more than they are currently given and how they are treated, so, I'm sorry Ramattra." You looked up at him, making eye contact. "Truly."

For the first time, Ramattra couldn't say a single word. He had no rebuttal, nothing rude to say, no singular comment, nothing. He had nothing to say to you.

So instead of words, he opted for a head nod and continued watching you work. You were so precise, so caring, making sure not to hit any vital wires that would hurt the omnic in front of you. You knew what you were doing, and you were clearly skilled.

Shortly after, you took off your mask and smiled at your patient. After a couple of hours, this poor omnic that was torn apart by the citizens of Junkertown was finally as patched up as you could get them. Definitely able to live a mostly normal life and that was all you wanted for them.

The omnics eyes lit up. They couldn't walk or move too much due to their current condition, but they could definitely feel the difference. If they could smile, they would, but you could certainly tell how happy they were. "Th-Thank you." Their voice was weak, but sounded way happier than before. "You don't know how much this means to me."

"Of course," you smiled, grabbing their hand. "I'm just glad you're all better now. Like I said earlier, you're a trooper. Now get some rest, alright?"

They nodded lightly and pulled their blanket up their body, drifting off into sleep.

Ramattra was amazed. You were so... gentle with the omnics. You really did seem to love your job.

You slipped off your mask and your apron, receiving a high five and a "good job" from Genji.

"Thanks Genji. Another day done." You stretched, a couple of bones in your body popping.

"So," Ramattra scoffed, still trying to keep his intimidating front. "How much do you get paid for this?"

"I don't," you admitted, hanging up your apron and slipping on some slippers, yawning. "Why would they have to pay to continue living? That's just not fair."

God, Ramattra hated the way you were making him feel. Humans weren't supposed to be this... nice. They were evil. All of them. Right?

"Oh shoot!" You ran up to Ramattra, gently brushing your fingers over his arm. "There's a crack."

"It's nothing." Ramattra quickly pulled away from you.

"I saw a missing screw in there, it's not nothing. Can I please look at it?" You reached out your hand to him again and he pulled away again, walking away from you.

"No. I won't let a human touch me! I-"

Ramattra was interrupted by Zenyatta putting his hand on Ramattra's shoulder. "Just let them try. I promise they won't hurt you."

Ramattra sighed, but sat down anyway. He wasn't super stoked about having to be fixed by a human, but that crack and missing screw have been messing with his ability to use his arm properly. "Fine. But if you try anything, human, know that there will be prices to pay."

You could tell that Ramattra was stiff. You realized something though, perhaps this motion he made around humans wasn't because he was trying to defend himself or wanting you to fear him... it was because he was... scared. At least it seemed that way to you. He has only seen humans as something to harm him and the people he loves. Maybe being able to see a human as an ally was frightening to him.

"You don't have to be so tense," you giggled, pulling out a bag of assorted tools. "Loosen up a bit and this might be easier for both of us."

"It's a little difficult to do that... I don't want to drop my guard."

You hummed in response, picking out the tools you needed. "I understand... It must be weird to see humans as a nice thing, huh?"

Ramattra went silent for a moment, looking at a dim light bulb above him as you went to work. "I suppose. Your race has done nothing but hurt mine."

"I wish it didn't have to be this way," your tone was gentle as you concentrated on your work.

"Me too." For the first time, Ramattra's tone dropped. He wasn't trying to intimidate you anymore. It sounded almost... friendly.

"I'm going to bed, y/n." Genji took a step away from his desk that was cooped up in the corner of the workshop and stretched. "Great job today."

"Thank you Genji," you smiled. "Get a good night's rest, alright? It's already pretty late."

"I will. Don't work yourself to the bone, got it?"

"I won't. I'll be heading to bed myself after I fix up our new friend here." You chuckled as Genji went off to his room.

"After I fix up our new friend here."

Was Ramattra really stooping so low to find a human... friend? No. There was no way.

"All done!" You put any tools away and looked over Ramattra's metal body to see if there was anything else you needed to do.

Ramattra moved his arm and was shocked. It was the best his arm has felt in years.

"Thank you." Ramattra bowed at you. "I... appreciate your efforts."

"Anytime," you cleaned up and smiled at Ramattra, your hands moving to your hips. "Just be sure to come back again if there's anything wrong, alright?"

Ramattra just nodded and followed Zenyatta to the door of the workshop.

"Oh, y/n?"

You were headed up to your room to finally get some rest after such a long day, but were stopped by Ramattra's voice.

"Yes?" You stuck your head out from the top of the stairs.

"Promise to get a good night's rest?"

You thought for a moment as a smirk painted your face. "Yes. Promise to be back?"

Ramattra thought for a moment. "...Yes."

---

Ramattra did, in fact, come back. A lot actually. More than you expected him to, at least.

At first, it was for small upgrades he was thinking about related to his body and his weapon. And then it was to just see what you were working on and to visit other omnics. And finally, it was just to see you.

It was odd building a relationship with someone who hated your kind. Someone who was afraid that you would turn your back on him at any second. But you noticed every day that he would warm up to you more and more. Even if it was just little things like scooting a little closer to you or telling you about his day.

There started to be days where you would rarely not see his face.

---

"Good morning, y/n." You heard that familiar bell of your workshop door opening and Ramattra ducking his head to get through.

"Good morning, Ramattra." You smiled, continuing to sweep the floor.

"Any big plans for the day?"

"Nope! Today's my day off so I'm going to try to organize this hellhole."

Ramattra chuckled at the sight of your messy workshop. It wasn't unsanitary by any means, just cluttered.

"Sounds good." Ramattra nodded, sitting on a nearby stool, looking giant in it.

"Do you need any upgrades or anything fixed, Ramattra?"

"No, not that I can think of."

"Then do you have any big plans for the day?"

"No. I trained with Zenyatta this morning, but that's the only plan I made for today."

The two of you did what you needed to do in silence. You cleaned up all the clutter, trying to organize it to your best ability, and Ramattra would be on standby if you needed him to reach anything.

"Can I be honest with you, y/n?" If Ramattra could blush, he knew he absolutely would've been.

"Sure, Ramattra. Go ahead." You finally got a chance to take a breather, so you sat across from him.

He cleared his throat and kept his composure. He couldn't lose that stoic posture, couldn't let his guard down. "You are the most tolerable human I have ever met."

You laughed out loud. "Thank you?"

"I mean it. You're kind, caring, and helpful. I hate to admit it, but I think I'm actually starting to like you." He laughed, not believing he was actually saying any of this to you.

"That's actually very sweet, Ramattra. I've liked you from the beginning, so nothing has really changed over in my department." You smiled, laying your hand on the table.

"y/n? I just wanted to let you know, I hate the way you make me feel."

"Really?" You laughed. "Why's that?"

"I don't particularly enjoy conversing with humans, let alone take pleasure in being around them."

"Is it scary?" You asked, tilting your head a bit.

"To be honest with you, it's terrifying. I feel like I'm losing that hard edge. Growing softer. I'm not keen on that." He chuckled almost nervously and you slid your hand over to his.

"Well, I like guys with a soft side." You smiled and immediately made whatever heart Ramattra did have melt. How dare you!

"Don't you dare." Ramattra chuckled, giving you a playful smack on the hand.

"I'm glad I met you, Ramattra."

"I feel the same... I'm thankful that there are humans out in the world like you. It's almost making me..."

"Hopeful?"

"Precisely."

Ramattra walked up to you and placed his forehead on yours. You planted a small kiss on his cheek and he hugged you.

Yeah. You were making him feel hopeful.

~~~~~

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[bunnyluvx]

spring is my favorite season.

featuring: niran pruksamanee (lifeweaver) x m!reader.

summary: you learn new things about yourself after a late-night study session with your best friend.

warnings: n/a.

tags: vishkar student niran and reader | best friends who should definitely kiss | serious pining from niran | oblivious reader | domestic fluff

a/n: HEYYYY GUYS!! i didn't realize that july was the last time i posted eyfubino i am so sorry. i struggled with finding an idea for a new fanfic but i finally got one!!!! im honestly really happy with how this turned out, i have been wanting to get into overwatch for a really long time and i finally have it on my switch so i have been going CRAZY. everything may not be completely accurate with this so please forgive me if i missed something with the story. as far as i know, ow lore is really screwy so everyone has kind of made their own story and this is a brief look into my interpretation of things before niran joined overwatch. hope you guys enjoy!!!!!!!

date started: 8:01PM, september 7th, 2024.

date finished: 8:27PM, september 11th, 2024.

wc: 2.9k

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Quiet swarms throughout the hallways of the building. Vishkar's dorms are surprisingly relatively peaceful. Though they don't come without their commotion, it brings enough solace to its residents so that they can go about their business uninterrupted. You disturb the silence when you exit your room, the door clicking closed at your side and your key sliding into the lock to secure it. Once finished, you walk three doors down and knock. You carry an armful of books and papers, resting the stack on your hip while you wait for the door to open. You barely have to practice your patience, for the door swiftly clears your path and your vision is greeted with a new sight.

On the other side is a tall young man with tan skin, long white hair tied up into a bun on the back of his head. Wearing a loose, white button-up shirt, black pants and a smile stands Niran Pruksamanee, your best friend. You met in one of the school's labs when you were working on your respective projects, and he was curious about yours, so he asked you about it. You discussed your works, exchanged contact information and the rest is history. The friendship that you have developed with Niran is one that you have needed all of your life. Throughout your years, you have wondered if anybody was going to care for you as much as you did for them, to match your energy in all things. You have not wondered that since you found Niran. He is your person, through thick and thin, and you could not want anyone else.

"You're here! It's about time." The man greets you, stepping aside while keeping the door ajar. "I thought that I was going to have to start without you."

You roll your eyes playfully, a crooked grin on your face as you walk in. "Yeah, yeah, relax, drama queen. Your gracious king has arrived."

The door closes behind you as you kick off your shoes, replacing them with a pair of blue slippers that Niran bought just for you. When you turn around, Niran's hands rest over his heart, his eyes turned up away from you. "Oh, my dearest, I have missed you so! I could have withered away from the ache alone! Wherever have you been?"

You decide to play into the charade, a little smirk playing on your lips as you take one of Niran's hands and pull him closer to you. "So sorry to keep you waiting, darling, I was asleep in the royal chambers. Could you ever forgive my tardiness?"

Eyes slightly widen and the smile falters from his lips in surprise for only a moment before his face relaxes and the smile returns. "Perhaps. But only if you prepare our feast tonight."

You break your character with a chuckle and release his hand, letting yours drop to the side. "Fine. Let's go."

With that, you both walk to Niran's room. You bump the door open with your hip, Niran heading to the door opposite to his room to grab a chair for you to sit on. You move to the desk and carefully set your stack of belongings onto the desk that sits directly across from the entrance, turning around to meet your best friend's eyes to ask, "Where's Satya?"

When you turn around, the white-haired man has already entered the room with your seat, rolling it behind you and taking a seat in the chair that already stood in front of the desk. "She is in the labs. She won't be back for awhile."

You glance at the seat that Niran pulled up for you, eyes looking back to him. "You're sure it's okay if I use her chair?"

Niran waves off your concern, leaning back. "Of course it is! Satya won't mind as long as we put it back when we're done with it."

You nod before turning to look at Niran's desk. It's littered with papers, stationary items messily placed into organizers and two lights resting near the corners of his desk on the edge. Your dearest friend has never been very put-together when it comes to his study spaces. You can tell when he has been working on something for days at a time without sleep when his room looks like a tornado went through it. Luckily for him, you are always there to remind him to take breaks to take care of himself.

While he does that, you clean and organize his desk, slipping papers into folders and setting them aside. You always make sure to label them too, so that when he returns to his work, Niran will know where everything is. You also cook for him, run him baths, do his laundry, anything that needs to be taken care of is a task that you are willing to take on. He always tells you how grateful he is when you're done too, and despite you telling him not to, he manages to somehow return the favor.

"Let's clear all of this up first, then we can get started." You instruct, moving to slide some of the papers towards you to pick up.

Niran salutes to your command and responds with, "Yes Sir!"

This makes you laugh, and together, you remove all of the unneeded materials from the desk to make room for both of your things. Working together makes it go much faster, and you're both able to start working before you know it. In between the focused silences, you converse and laugh over the latest gossip that you've overheard from other students. How it is that being around Niran makes your ability to focus so much better and so much worse at the same time is beyond you, but spending time with him like this is something that you always welcome.

Almost two and a half hours pass before you check the time, reading seven-thirty PM. You figure that you both could use a break, plus you need to fix dinner up. You practically have to drag Niran away from his task, but once you did and got him onto the couch, he didn't put up a fuss. You decided to make Tom Yum soup, something for the both of you to enjoy and that will leave you content for a few hours. The scent catches NIran's attention, moving his head up from his phone to you in the kitchen. "Is that Tom Yum?" He asks curiously, a smile gracing his lips.

"Yup. Figured it will motivate us." You confirm, stirring the large pot that brews before you.

A few brief moments of silence follow with your reply, which you find odd, until you feel strong arm come around your waist from behind. Your study buddy's chin rests on your shoulder and his eyes close, his voice rumbling a hum from low in his throat. "You know me so well."

Displays like this aren't exactly uncommon in your relationship. Holding hands while walking, draping arms around shoulders or waists, sitting in each other's lap, cuddling and napping, name it, you've probably done it together. Most of the time, you don't think about it too much, as you do not have shame when it comes to the way that you love your friends and how you express it. But there are times with Niran, that it feels different. Keeping you close to his side around strangers, or holding you tightly when you lay on top of him are examples that come to mind. Not to mention the fact that both of you refer to each other as soulmates, and gush for hours about each other to your friends. You would never tell Niran this, of course, but he seems to have no problem letting you know how much he adores you.

You know that your best friend is pansexual, but never once have you thought that he could have any feelings for you. If he had romantic feelings for you, then he would have told you by now. Your communication with each other is very open and straightforward, so if he had something to tell you, then he would. You yourself have always been straight, as far as you are concerned, so there is definitely nothing going on between the two of you. But if that's the truth, then why does your heart feel like it's about to leave your body??

You are frozen where you stand, your cheeks becoming brightly colored as the familiar sensation of the man's arms encases you in a protective warmth. Your eyes are blown wide, and your lips press together tightly. You've noticed recently that whenever he hugs you, your heart thrums a little faster in your chest. You brushed it aside, thinking that it was just excitement from the dearest person in your life showing you affection, but this is an entirely new level. You feel like you're in middle school, holding hands with your girlfriend in the halls for the first time. Everything in your body is screaming things that you can't understand, and your brain feels foggy. You have never reacted so extremely to his hugs before, so why is it now that you feel like you are about to combust where you stand??

Niran takes notice of the tension in your body quickly, lifting his chin from your shoulder to look at your face and ask, "Are you alright?"

You blink free from your daze, and glance at the man behind you. "I-I'm fine!"

A small frown tugs on his lips as he sees that you are very clearly not fine. "Are you uncomfortable? I can stop if you do not want me to do this."

Your cheeks only become brighter as you turn to him, his arms momentarily sliding off of your waist when you scramble to answer, "N-No! Nononononnononnnonnono, I am not uncomfortable at all! It's fine, Niran, really."

The man tilts his head, frown still curled in a pout on his face. "You're sure?"

You nod to him, a wobbly smile twitching on your lips. "Y-Yes! Yes, everything is fine, I promise."

Deciding to trust your words, NIran nods. "Alright, but you are more than free to tell me to get off if you want me to, okay?" He reminds you, wanting to ensure your comfort with him.

You nod again. "I know. I will, I promise." You reassure him, only then does he become content with your answer and step forward to return your back against his chest and his arms around your waist. His chin props itself onto your shoulder, and you quietly return to the pot in front of you.

The silence lasted long enough for the blush on your cheeks to dissipate, tension mostly leaving your muscles. The butterflies in your stomach persistently flutter around, but you try to play it cool. Niran does not make this easy for you, a smirk curling onto his lips as he lifts his chin from its resting spot a little as his eyes meet yours from the side. "Don't tell me that you're falling for me."

A cruel soul your friend is, for the butterflies in your stomach spread throughout the rest of your body. Your shoulders rise from the tension, and your body whips around to face his. "Niran!!" You exclaim, the heat rising in your face drastically.

Your reaction makes him laugh, arms hovering over his stomach before one moves so that his hand rests on his hip. The other rises to his chin, metal fingers gently stroking it as he looks away to pretend to be pondering. "Hmm, well..it was only a matter of time, I suppose. Everybody falls for me eventually. I'm not surprised."

You laugh at his confidence and gently push him backwards before turning back to your shared dinner. An open-mouthed smile stretches its way onto his lips as he watches you, an amused huff passing through his nose before he folds his hands behind his back and steps forward. "So? Are you?" He questions further, a mischievous grin on his face that says that he's trying to pull more reactions out of you.

Instead of answering his question, you turn off the stove and grab two bowls from the cabinets next to you. You pour out two servings and hold one out to him. "Here, eat." You redirect him, the tan man letting out an elongated sigh before taking the bowl you offer to him and stomping to the couch.

You chat throughout the meal, and you swear that a conversation with Niran is never a conversation without laughter. He always knows the punchlines to make and just how to make them so that you'll remember it for weeks afterwards. Not a day goes by where he does not make you giggle at least once, and every time he is able to draw one from you, he feels accomplished. If making you laugh is the only thing that he will ever do right in this world, then he's okay with that.

After finishing dinner, you both return to studying. You worked relentlessly for hours, only taking one break to grab a snack and water without counting bathroom breaks. What happened while you were preparing dinner remained in the back of your mind the entire time that you worked. If you could have stayed in his arms like that forever, you would have without hesitation. His embrace brings a comfort that you long for every moment that you are not in it, and you believe that nothing can compare to it. It is warm, loving and everything you could ever want. None of this means that you're falling in love with him, though, right? His teasing rings around in your brain ruthlessly, a question that you're sure wasn't meant to be taken seriously, but now, it has seeped well past your physical body and latched onto your conscious.

Your head spins non-stop the closer all of these thoughts were to the front of your mind, so you decided to work even harder to try to ignore it. When Niran noticed that you were starting to get sleepy and almost nodding off to sleep, he told you to sleep in his bed. You insisted that you were fine, that you didn't need to sleep, and as much as he wanted to pick you up and throw you onto the bed to make you sleep, he resisted and decided to let you meet the consequences of your actions when you would wake up tomorrow with a sore neck and back. You eventually did pass out over the desk, head tucked in your arms snuggly.

Niran didn't notice that you had passed out until almost an hour after, his eyes drifting up from the book in his hands to check on you. Seeing you all tuckered out over his desk brings a smile to his face. You have always pushed yourself far past your limits, much like him. Maybe that's why the two of you are so good for each other, and why he likes you so much. You are one in the same, and you always take care of one another. When he needs someone to ramble to, you are his person, and when you are feeling down, he is the one that picks you up. More than anything, he loves you, and knowing that you are in it for the long haul brings him more joy than he could ever express to you.

He has been in love with you for a very long time. The teasing, the "jokes", the attention and affection that he gives you are very real, and he has been waiting for you to realize his feelings for a very long time. He hasn't told you yet for that reason, not to mention how funny he finds your obliviousness. The man sets his book onto the desk and stands from his seat, grabbing a big, fluffy blanket from his bed and returning to his seat. He slides right next to you and wraps the blanket around both of your shoulders comfortably. His arms rest crossed on the desk and adjusts the blanket on his shoulders a little before tucking his head against them closely, brown eyes taking the time to admire your sleeping face. Nothing could wipe away the lovesick smile on Niran's face as he is blessed with this moment, where he gets to cherish the peace that is designated for just the two of you. Curse the heaviness that weighs into his eyes as they slow to a close, for he wanted to look at you just a little bit longer before falling asleep.

You do not expect what you see when you awaken the next morning. Your eyes peel open to a familiar face, fast asleep directly in front of yours. It takes you a few seconds to realize how close Niran is to you, your spatial awareness clouded by sleepiness. But oh, once you recognize that there is no space between your faces, your cheeks are set ablaze. You are wide awake now, eyes blown completely open and body still as stone. Your instincts tell you to back up, but you are far too flustered to bring yourself to move. There's also part of you that doesn't really want to move. You have been in close proximity to Niran when you have cuddled before, but now, you can take the time to gaze at him uninterrupted. His sleeping face is relaxed and his hair falls into a pool of angel wing white behind his head. Compared to the smug persona that he dresses himself with on a daily basis, he looks serene in this moment. Oh, how you wish that you had the ability to stop time, because if you could, you would pause everything just so that you could look at him more.

…Fuck.

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Hazard SFW Alphabet!

I did the Nsfw one so its only fitting that I do the SFW one.. My mind has been swimming with Hazard all day I have been grinding and locking in like crazy. Enjoy!

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Hazard is genuinely so affectionate. He is a huge lover and is so mushy and cheesy. His heart eyes are painfully obvious whenever he sees you. He's very physically affectionate. He loves to just touch and hold you. So so so many kisses and hugs and hand holding. He's always subconsciously touching you and gravitating towards you. So many cheesy awful pickup lines just because he wants to hear you laugh and groan. He's so smitten.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Hazard is the best friend just like he's the best partner. Do y'all know that image where a girl asks her boyfriend if she can talk to him as a friend and not a partner for a second and the guy goes "yes girlfriend teehee" like that's literally Hazard. He definitely wanted to be good friends with you before he asked you out. He values any kind of relationship, friendly, romantic, and familial. He is just so full of love.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

As mentioned before, he is very physically affectionate. Hazard loves cuddling. I imagine either you're laying on top of him or he's laying on top of you, he loves laying his head on your lap. Or you're sitting in his lap doing something and he has his head resting on your shoulder watching. He's obviously the big spoon. He loves to just engulf you with his big arms.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Honestly, I feel like that's a difficult topic for Hazard. His current life is very wild. He's on missions with the Phreaks, he's leading rebellions, it's not very stable. He still has things he wants to fight for and he doesn't know how long he's going to be doing that. It would take a lot of thinking and conversations. It could honestly be relationship ending.

I also feel like he has some insecurities about having kids. His home life as a child was unstable and neglectful, and his current life isn't sturdy enough to have kids. I do feel like he would be an amazing dad, it would just take a lot of reassurance.

Only when he's content with his work as a Phreak and he's confident in his parenting would he settle down and start a family.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

It was absolutely be because of settling down or starting a family. Hazard doesn't know he'll be ready. It would cause the two of you to go your separate ways, if you yourself want to settle down.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Hazard is the kinda guy where he feels he doesn't need to marry to be committed to you and spend the rest of his life with you. But if you want to get married? Hell yeah let's get married!!

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Hes obviously a rowdy, loud, energetic guy. But deep down, he is gentle. Hazard treats you with so much care and genuine feeling. Physically, I think he likes to mess with you. Ties into his physical affection. The two of you probably get into little playful fights or wrestles. He obviously wins everytime. As goofy as he is, he knows when he has to be serious. He's smarter than people give him credit for!

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He is THE hugger of the Phreaks. Have y'all seen that comic panel of him lifting Touch-up and hugging her? Yeah so much bear hugs. He loves loves hugs. Likes feeling close to you and holding you.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Quite a while I think. Hazard wants to be good friends with you before entering a romantic relationship. It takes a lot of trust and comfort for him to say I love you.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Omg he can get so jealous. When he gets jealous he gets touchy and tries to get you away from whoever is making him incredibly jealous. You tease him endlessly for it and he gets so red in the face. He even grumbles and pouts a bit. "I'm nae jealous.." but he absolutely is.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Oh he loves loves kisses. He loves giving kisses and he loves getting kissed. He will hold you down and kiss kiss kiss your face until you're red from laughter. His serious kisses can be very passionate. He cups the back of your head, threading his fingers through your hair and pulling you into him. His other arm wraps around your waist and pulls you into his body.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

As mentioned before, Hazard is unsure about actually having kids. But he is absolutely great with them. He's always making them laugh and hes very good at keeping them safe. Cause we all know how little kids try to put themselves in harms way constantly. He's like a fun uncle.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

I feel like he's really bad at waking up. He's just so groggy and comfortable and he just doesn't want to get up. Its pretty hard to get out of bed if you're lying with him. He's warm and wrapped his arms around you. Doesn't let you go and holds you tight sometimes.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

I think he's a night owl. He stays up quite a bit. Probably goes to bed at like 11pm-12am. If you go to bed earlier, he'll do whatever he's doing quieter. Once he's ready to sleep he just gets ready and slips into bed beside you and wraps his arms around you.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Because I feel like he doesn't enter a romantic relationship before a strong friendship, once the two of you do actually enter a relationship he'll start to open up very quickly.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Hazard is so so very patient. He has experienced so much unnecessary fighting and violence in his life, never in a million years would he be passing that on to someone who doesn't deserve it. He is willing to sit down and talk with you for hours. The two of you never fight, you just disagree.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Oh he absolutely remembers everything you tell him. You tell him you want this thing for your birthday and your birthday is in 6 months? You best believe he's remembering you want it. Hazard is such a dedicated and passionate lover.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Hazard's favorite moment is the first kiss. Something he had been anticipating for weeks. He's imagined kissing you so many times. Once you finally do he's just melting into you. He leans into the hand cupping his face and pulls you into him. He has the biggest, silliest, smile after.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Hazard knows damn well you can handle yourself. In fact, he is extremely attracted to you when you put someone in their place. Hazard loves someone who is strong and knows what they're doing. He's still protective of you because he cares. He just wants you to be safe.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Uggghhhhh I think Physical affection and gift giving are his most prominent love languages. He's that type guy that gets you a gift for Christmas two months before and goes "hey do you wanna open it early" he loves seeing your face. Every time he's shopping or browsing there's a section of his mind that's just "oh they would like that" gift giving brain.

He goes all out on anniversaries. His heart is so painfully big.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Hazard is very loud, and I feel like that is a bad habit especially when you're trying to sleep.

I also think he has trouble reading the room sometimes. He can get excited and loud and not realize some things.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Hazard knows he's fine. He knows he's fit and huge and he can feel your eyes on him. I said this before but he does not wear a shirt for. a. reason. He's going to tease the ever loving crap out of you. He's not afraid to flaunt his looks! A fine man knows when he's fine.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Because Hazard is such a lover, he needs companionship. Friendly, familial, or romantic. He has the Phreaks, but his connection with you is a different kind of feeling. If you were to ever break up, he would want to remain friends and he'd make an effort to keep that. But I feel he genuinely would feel lost for a while if the two of you were to fully go your separate ways.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Face in boobs. Or thighs. Or stomach. As much as he can. Face down.

"Are you comfortable?"

"yes." came a muffled reply

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Hazard likes PDA to an extent. He'll hold your hand and kiss your cheek but he feels a little uncomfortable getting too passionate with you in public. He feels more sturdy in the comfort of your own home.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Snores. Loud. And he sleeps starfish. Limbs splayed out. Oh and he moves a lot. Tosses and turns, flops an arm over you before turning back over. (He sleep mumbles too)

Yay!!! I finished it!! I did this one all today and the NSFW yesterday and today. I'm proud of it, but honestly, please let me know if you disagree with any of these headcannons. I do not take offense and love a good discussion.

[avocado-writing]

Sensors

rated: E, MINORS DNI

1.8k words

Human!Reader/Ramattra

He remembers you from the monastery all those years ago. You weren’t there with him, obviously; you were in charge of a little mechanic’s shop in the nearest town. He didn’t have reason to visit you often but when he did he found you… enchanting. Enchanting in a way an omnic should not feel about a human. You were always ready with a genuine smile whenever he appeared on your doorstep, a kind word and an open ear for his troubles. 

You were a friend. 

There was one bitterly cold winter where the weather was so harsh it had seized up the joints in one of his arms and stopped it working entirely. This was before he knew much about his own mechanics, and none of his brothers could identify the problem. So he took the trek down to you and sought your help. 

You never asked for payment from the monks. You knew that wouldn’t be right. You were… kind like that. So you sat him on a stool in your workshop and experimented with his screws and bolts until he was working again, sincere in your admiration of his robotics, in your admiration of him. He was glad he was an omnic. If he were human, he would have been blushing. 

He grew to hate humanity, of course. But he could never quite find it in himself to hate you. You were always that one tiny thread keeping him anchored. He tried to put you out of his mind and focus on his task. His people. 

And yet… and yet.

It is night when he comes to you. He has not seen you for… years now, probably. He has lost track of time. Yet he still remembers the way into your workshop, the door that never quite locks properly. He ducks through your doorway and finds you hard at work, pink tongue sticking out from the corner of your mouth as you concentrate.

He says your name, as gently as his omnic voice allows. You jump and drop the spanner you’re holding. It clatters cacophonously to the ground. 

“Ramattra,” you whisper, amazed, and for a moment he thinks that perhaps this has all been a mistake, that he never should have come here -

And then you’re crossing the shop floor, and you’ve thrown your arms around him. He did not expect this. Humans are so frustrating to understand sometimes… but then he finds himself returning your embrace.

“You… why are you here?” you ask, when you eventually pull away from him. Your hands linger on his waist, his on your shoulders. He wishes he had an answer. He wishes he has something logical to tell you in response. But he has nothing to give.

“I figured you would hate me. That’s what is… sensible.”

It is not self-pitying, nor is it quite angry. Just a statement. There is no way you do not know what he has been doing these past years. His face, Null Sector, it’s been all over the news. Globally. 

And yet you still came to hold him.

“Oh, Ramattra…” you mutter, taking one of his cold metal hands in your own, “how could I ever hate you?”

There it is. The way you speak, so plainly and honestly, that makes something inside of him feel like it’s going to combust. In a good way. Humans are tricky, devious; but not you. Never you. 

His hand leaves yours in order to cup your face. You suck in a breath, shocked for a second by the cold - but then you nuzzle into it, lips pressing against the plain of his palm.

“I missed you,” you confess. 

“And I you.”

There is an energy thrumming through the workshop now. He’s never felt anything like it before. For once, he is on the back foot.

He is lucky you are bold enough to take the first step, then.

“Can I kiss you?”

If he had eyebrows, he’d raise them.

“You are a foolish human,” he says, but he doesn’t really mean it as an insult, “you’re well aware I don’t have lips.”

You pout in a way he finds endearing.

“Don’t call me foolish,” you sniff, and then, “...and I know. But I’d still like to try.”

He cannot deny you that. So he leans down, and you cup his face in your warm human hands, and you press your mouth to where his would be. He sees the way you close your eyes and melt into him. His hands lower down to hold your hips, tug you a little closer against him. Omnics are not really designed to feel… but they are also not designed to have an extra pair of arms hulking from their back, and he managed that. Perhaps he did an extra little upgrade of his own internals. He turns the sensors on in his body and is shocked as it processes the warmth of you. 

You are lovely. Truly lovely.

He takes a step forward and you take one back, and you keep going until he has you pinned against the worktable. You rest your forehead against his and explore him with gentle and curious touches, listening to the low sound of his voice to see what makes him react with the most pleasure.

“Where should I touch you? Where feels the best?” you ask, voice husky and low. 

“You should - ahh!” - your fingers have skimmed the ridge between his pectoral plates and oh is it intoxicating - “You should know, hm? You spent enough time fixing omics. You must be intimately familiar with our builds.”

You roll your eyes at him, but it is good-naturedly and without malice.

“I want you to tell me, Ramattra.”

He takes the hand on his chest and moves it lower, across the metal of his abdomen, the smooth plate of his groin. He groans when he feels the heat of you touch there. The sensors in his lower body are going haywire. A sort of pleasure he’s never felt before manifests itself at the apex of his legs, and he finds himself rutting into you. You giggle and it’s the most perfect sound he’s ever heard.

“There,” he confirms, and you rub a bit harder, using your free hand to reach up and card through the wires of his hair. It snags a little and pulls and he moans. He didn’t even realise you could reach up there, but he realises he’s bent his massive form over you, caging you in against himself; offering every part of his body up to touch.

And oh, how you touch.

“Where… I want to…” he manages, thumbs rubbing tender circles along your hips. He knows human anatomy enough to be able to take a kill shot from hundreds of feet away, but has no idea how to give it gratification. You’re reluctant to stop caressing him, even for a second, so in reply you just thrust your hips forward.

“B…between my legs,” you mutter, eyes wide and soft, “and… maybe my face, too? My mouth…”

He does not need to be prompted again. Ramattra presses one of his hands at the place where your thighs meet. The sound you make lets him know he’s done something correctly. You mewl and push further into his palm.

“Yes, Ramattra, yes…”

He’s never heard his name said that way before, but now it’s fallen from your lips he wants to hear it over and over. He thinks he’d do just about anything for you to moan it again. Part of him feels pitiful, disgusted at himself - he’s been reduced to this pathetic, pining thing at the hands of a human. The very thing he’s meant to hate.

Ah, but not any human though. You. The only one he could ever care for.

He remembers your other gentle plea, so the hand which isn’t rubbing against your clothed cunt cups your cheek. Your tongue leaves your parted lips again and brushes against the pad of his thumb. Taking his cue, he presses the digit into your mouth. Your eyes roll back and you begin to explore it, sucking it gently, fellating it - and it almost fries every sensor he has in his hands. It's so good. He wonders why he hasn’t done this before, found a needy little human to fuck.

Because they wouldn't be you. 

You untangle your hand from his hair for just a moment in order to move his own under your trousers, beneath your underwear. He can feel that you’re wet down there, so he spends a moment coating his fingers with you before withdrawing them to inspect. They glisten in the low light of the workshop.

“Fascinating,” he mutters, returning his hand to where it was before you can chide him for the seemingly out-of-the-moment comment. He finds where you open, and presses against it curiously.

“Yes, inside,” you encourage, speaking around his thumb. His fingers slip into your cunt and he is engulfed by your soft, wet heat. You groan and throw your head back, thrusting forward into his touch as you do - but you are not distracted for long, doubling your own efforts on him. The hand at his pubic plate explores further back a little, and when you brush the wires in his undercarriage he makes a noise of shock so loudly that you laugh again, surprised.

“There, hmm?” you practically purr, pressing your forehead against his. If he could breathe, you’d be sharing the air between you. You stroke the wiring, the circuitry, and he begins to fuck you with his fingers. Mirroring the way you touch him. He delights in the feeling of your wetness, the way your eyes screw up in pleasure, the hitch of your chest as you get closer to the edge…

… and then you come with a bitten-off moan, fucking hard into his metal hand. As you do your fingers slip against some inner processor he didn’t have any idea was even there - 

He is blinded with release. His body is on fire with the red-hot explosion of ecstasy, making every sensor feel like it is being lifted up past the heavens itself –

For a second, he goes offline.

He comes back what must be a handful of seconds later to the sound of you fearfully shouting his name, desperately trying to rouse him. 

“Apologies,” he says, checking everything has returned to function properly, “I… finished.”

You take a moment to digest what he’s said, then laugh. That beautiful sound, once again.

“You came so hard you rebooted? Wow. I must be good.”

You say it cheekily, not sincere. But he still pulls you into his arms anyway. You snuggle into his breastplate, humming at the warmth he’s now churning out. This. This is what afterglow must be.

“Will you stay?” you ask, quietly, as if afraid breaking the silence will also shatter the momentary peace you’ve found together, “For a while, will you stay?”

You both know this cannot be permanent. But you are soft. And after everything, Ramattra believes he deserves a little softness in his life.

“Yes. I will stay.”

[gamergirlwrites]

Title: Bullseye

Pairing: Cole Cassidy x fem!reader

Synopsis: A friendly shooting competition turns into something a little more.

CW: Smut. Oral (F receiving)

It was a friendly competition, or as friendly of a competition as Cass could manage. You weren't completely sure how things had started. One minute you were sharing a bottle of whiskey and reminiscing on your Deadlock days, and the next, he was setting up targets. You should have let him win, but the fleeting memory of how fun his tantrums could get needed a refresher.

The two of you had gone shot for shot at first. That had been sort of boring, so you introduced the idea of trick shots. Cass thought he had you on that, forgetting that you could outshoot Ashe when it came to adding a little flair. Either way, there weren't any circumstances where Cass was going to be the best, and it seemed like he had forgotten that. Not even his mechanical arm could save him for the bitterness of defeat.

"Come on cowboy, don't sulk. I won fair and square," you said as you tickled under his chin. Cass grumbled and swatted your hand away, definitely using some less than gentlemanly language. "You're an even bigger baby than I remember."

"Don't be a bitch," Cass warned. That would have been more than enough for start something with Ashe, but you were a lot more reserved than your old boss. Where the two of them had gone at it for hours with their hatred fueled fucking, you had always been the one to come in and break it up.

"I still won. Don't you think that earns me something a little special?" Your fingers trailed down his neck of the collar of his shirt. The two of you had been flirting all night, and the trip down memory lane had always been intended for this destination. You just took a little detour on the way there.

"I suppose so. I'm sure you didn't wear that little get up for no reason," Cass teased. You blushed as he raked his eyes over your outfit. It was no secret that you looked good, you almost always did. Tonight was special though with your practically painted-on jeans and the old weathered shirt you had taken from Cass over a decade ago. "You know I always liked seeing you in my clothes, almost as much as I liked taking them off you."

"Why don't you show me how much you like that then?" you offered. Cass didn't hesitate in pulling you into his lap. He slowly undid each button, placing a kiss against each patch of newly revealed skin. Your chest was heaving by the time that he finally looked back up at you. His eyes were slightly darker as he took you in again.

You grabbed a handful of his hair and tugged him towards you for a kiss. His hands came around to grab your waist, squeezing slightly as he did. Your jaw dropped just enough for your lips to part, and Cassidy slipped his tongue past your lips. You could taste the whiskey and cigar smoke that always seemed to linger around him. It was rough in the same way it had been when you were younger, only now it was familiar and safe. Back then, it felt dangerous and intoxicating, like every boy your parents tried to teach you to turn away from.

Despite every warning sign, you had chased after Cassidy with all of your might. He had been every bit of the bad boy you secretly fantasized about. He even came with his own little girlfriend who had no problems fucking you even harder than Cassidy would. In Ashe's jealous roughness, Cassidy had shown you a softer side of himself, just a little something to keep you close.

"You mind standing up for me so I can get these off?" Cassidy asked you. Both of you knew that he easily could have moved you himself, but it was his way of checking to make sure that you were still sure of this.

You were reluctant to move away from him, but you felt the need to get out of your pants. Cassidy eagerly helped you out of them, running his hands along the sides of your legs before you were pulled back onto his lap. You settled in nicely, goosebumps rising in the wake of his touch.

Cassidy's fingers curled around the waistband of your underwear, tugging them gently down your legs. You could see the excitement in his eyes as he took you in. His eyes settled between your legs, and that was all it took for him to scoop you up and lay you flat on your back. You let out a small huff in surprise, just barely drowned out by his chuckling.

"Isn't this much more fun than sitting and sulking like a sore loser?" you asked as Cassidy spread your legs. He gave you a small nod in response, far too busy with diving right in to give you a real answer. You were more than happy with where he chose to put his attention. Cassidy's mouth on your cunt was nothing short of heavenly for you.

Neither one of you were making it past the pearly gates after the things you had done, but this more than made up for it. Your fingers entangled themselves in Cassidy's hair, pulling him even further into your cunt as his tongue lazily lapped at you. Every stroke of his tongue pushed you closer towards your orgasm.

Cassidy had always been like a god with his mouth. He ate you out with intent, as if it was going to be his last meal. You could see him rutting against his own hand as he savored the taste of you. You were obscenely wet now. His lips were coated in the evidence of your arousal, and if Cassidy would have lifted his head, you would have seen yourself dripping down his beard.

"Fuck Cass, don't stop. You're doing so fucking good. I'm gonna cum," you warned him. Cassidy just adjusted his grip on your thighs and pulled you in closer. You tried to arch away from him a little, but Cassidy wasn't letting up an inch. Nothing could have kept him from making you moan and scream out his name. He wanted to make you cum, and a little part of him wanted the whole world to know it too.

"Next time we do this, I ain't letting you win," Cassidy said. You rolled your eyes as you sat up a little. Cole Cassidy had done a lot of things to get laid, but you knew he'd never intentionally lose a shooting competition. Especially not when he knew you would have gotten on your knees for him if he had won.

"You didn't let me win this time, I just had a better teacher," you teased. Cassidy's face fell and he began to pout a little. He'd never admit it, but that pout went away the moment your lips touched his. "Carry me inside?"

"Your legs aren't broken," Cassidy mumbled. Still, he pulled you into his arms and carried you inside. The makeshift shooting range was left there, both of you well aware that he'd demand a rematch in the morning when both of you were hungover. He'd think that he had an advantage, but you hadn't been untruthful in your claim of having a better teacher.

[paganprankster]

THE TILT OF RAMS HEAD IN HIS PROVOKE EMOTE GOT ME CRYINGGG

I need him fr. right neow. What if i did a lil fanfic of him to satisfy my hunger teehee

[not-rigel]

Road to Nirvana

Rating: E

Warnings: smut, Dom! Queen, Mean Queen, porn no plot, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, strapping, blindfolding, sensory deprivation, bondage, edging, praise kink, teasing, spanking, AFTERCARE

WC: 2.6k

Dez fits two of her fingers beneath the satin ties binding your wrists, checking to be sure they’re not too tight. The fit is snug and the satin is smooth and cool against your skin. You draw in a breath and hold it as she lifts a matching satin blindfold to your eyes and ties it in a knot behind your head. She shifts the blindfold so you can’t peek and a shiver runs down your spine. You can sense her face is nearby, hearing her breaths close to your ear. You turn to try and kiss her, touch her in any way you can. 

“No you don’t,” she scolds, shifting further from your reach. 

“Just one kiss." you bargain, wanting some touch before she ruins you. 

“You’ll get plenty, now lay back. Or I’ll make ya wait before starting the timer.” she challenges. You know better than to bargain with the Queen. 

She holds the back of your head as you lay back onto the bed, placing you so you’re half propped onto the pillows and sets your hands above your head. You feel the bed shift as she picks up the timer from the nightstand. She sets the timer, returning to you when the seconds begin to tick down. She boxes you in, straddling your hips and arms caging you in on either side of your shoulders. Next you feel her breath on your ear again, closer this time. 

“Remember the rules? You don’t cum until that timer goes off. You have to be good for me and take what I give ya. No back talk. Got it?”  she purrs into your ear. With your sight obscured your sense of touch is heightened, taking the stimulation from tingling to sizzling. It doesn’t help your excitement that you have no idea how long she’s set the timer for. Could be ten minutes. Could be thirty minutes. Could be an hour. You hope it’s not an hour, having no faith in your ability to last that long. 

A soft gasp departs from you as she presses her lips to your jaw. She kisses your jawline, gently kissing and sucking a trail moving up to your ear. You’re already shifting your hips, sighing as she retraces her steps, kissing back down to where she started then lowering her kisses to your neck. She continues to gently kiss and suck at your neck, moving her lips to your sensitive spots. At the same time you feel one of her hands sliding up your side, fingertips grazing the side of your breast. The Queen’s fingers trace a path along your side, inching downwards. As her fingers trace closer and closer to your thighs you begin to whimper, shifting your hips again for more stimulation. 

“Forget the rules already?” she warns, retracting her hand from your skin. 

“No no no,” you complain, whining for her to touch you again, “I can be good.” 

“I know.” 

She crawls down your body and you feel indents into the mattress on either side of your hips. She descends her lips over your ribs, kissing down your torso. She switches back and forth between kissing and biting your tummy, teeth teasing your sweet flesh. When she’s left enough marks on your skin, she kisses down your hips and thighs. 

You feel her exhales on your thighs, warming your already burning skin. You feel her breaths draw closer and you fight the need to move your hips. She doesn’t touch you, just keeps her mouth hovering right above your skin. You hope that she will lose patience soon. Or maybe the timer really is set for an hour long and she has more than enough time to tease you.

“You're teasing me,” you whimper, speaking your mind rather than trying to encourage her to stop. 

“Kinda the point, love,” her words heat your thigh and core. 

As the need to squirm becomes unbearable, you feel hands pull your thighs apart. Before you can react, Dez plants a wet, open mouthed kiss to your folds. Your whole body jolts and you shriek. You almost miss the teasing. Her mouth leaves you for a second, spit hitting your cunt before she dives back down and targets your clit. Dez eats your pussy soft and wet and slow. Tongue stroking gentle lines over your clit. With every pass of her tongue, your clit pulses. You curse, tossing your head from side to side and the blindfold loosens slightly.  

She licks the wetness dripping from your hole and you clench around nothing. You ball your hands into fists above your head, releasing a fraction of the energy that's built up inside of you. Obedience is all that keeps your hands above your head and not in her hair. 

“I'm trying to be good, trying so hard,” you whimper. Dez can be a very merciful queen, but that mercy won't extend to you if you disobey her. Your obedience wears thinner with each pass of her tongue. 

Despite her slow teasing of your clit, you feel excitement build quickly. The fight to still your hips is lost, you begin squirming while her leisure pace continues. Her fingers dig into your hips, halting your movement. Her moans vibrate into your cunt as your hips continue to fight her, though your movement is futile. If you can't be good, she'll have to teach you a lesson.

Her tongue thrusts into your pussy, fucking you deep and slow. She enters you slowly just to draw back while curling her tongue up. You lose more control, legs shaking and hands dropping to grip her hair. She doesn't do anything to stop you. The physical world begins to merge with the metaphorical, the road to Nirvana opening for you. Dez forces you down the path with no intention of getting you to your destination. She moves to suck your clit, tongue flicking as she suctions it between her lips. 

You babble nonsense as she brings you right to the threshold and heat flushes your body. In an instant, she pulls away and all the stimulation is gone but your arousal lingers. 

Dez turns you over onto your front by your hips and pulls your ass into the air. You try to balance your weight on your elbows, bound hands making it difficult. You gasp and your entire body shivers as she traces a straight line up your spine with one finger. Her finger lifts before tracing back down. You begin to really fear how long she has the timer going for, teasing you this much and only accomplishing one edge thus far. 

Then a pause as her touch leaves you and the air freezes. It's silent as you wait for her to touch you again. Until a clap reverberates off the walls along with your shrill gasp. She smacks your ass again and the sting is flawless. 

She rubs over your tingling skin, “How many should ya get for squirmin’ and resisting your Queen?” 

You hadn't meant to resist her, only free the tension occupying your body. 

“I wasn't-” you try to explain but you're cut off by her hand slapping onto your stinging cheeks. 

“How many?” she presses. 

“Five!” It's the safe number as you usually cry after ten. 

“Alright. Five more,” she purrs. You clench your fists again. Eight total spanks might bring you to tears in your current state of arousal. 

You count each slap to your skin, voice shaking by three. At five, your legs are trembling and your chest heaves with uneven breaths. It's a semi-sob, body caving without the tears. Your knees slide down the mattress until you're lying flat on the bed. You adjust your arms to rest your bound wrists on top of your head, stretching out your tense shoulders. 

Dez gently rubs over your ass to soothe your skin and you sigh, grateful for her grace. The grace is short-lived. Her thumb swipes down to dig between your thighs. Her hand is big enough for the tip of her middle finger to dig into the plumpest part of your ass and her thumb hooked at your inner thigh. She squeezes the handful she has and your folds are exposed to the air as she does. 

“Edge me again. Please? I took the spankings good, didn't I?” you plead, needing to be pleasured again. 

“You did,” she says, hand skimming down to your thigh and palm lifting so just her fingertips touch. Her fingertips shove between your thighs, pushing through your folds. In one stroke her fingers gather wetness from your pussy and spreads it over your clit. You wish you could shift your hips up for her ease of access but you know you'll receive a worse punishment than before. She could flat out deny you an orgasm completely. Subject you to only edging with no release. 

Dez slips a fingertip barely in and you're vocal and needy instantly. Whining her name and title, mere seconds from moving your hips and breaking her rules again. Her finger sinks into you slowly, even though your pussy tries to suck her in. You can take another finger but she knows you don’t need to. Her finger is soaked when she drags it out.

She winds you up with her finger, milking your sweet spot with measured thrusts. Your leftover arousal from your first edge provides a stable foundation for her to build an even better orgasm. It will only be more devastating when she stops before you can enjoy it. 

Your thighs are shaky as she fingers you and you begin to see stars beneath your blindfold, “Queen, m'close.” 

“Not close enough,” she says, filling you over and over again with her finger. Your walls tighten on her finger, but your wetness is more than enough lubrication for her to keep abusing your sweet spot. Your excitement is built higher and higher, body close to overheating. She might not stop in time, the pleasure is too intense. 

You have to hold the orgasm off yourself to not break her rule, “Queen please.. I can’t take any more. I’m gonna cum,” you’re whimpering and out of breath. 

Her finger finally exits you and you sigh in disappointment and relief. Your entire body trembles as it holds in the energy that couldn’t be released. The feeling weakened you and that filled you with anticipation. The weaker she makes you, the stronger you will fall. 

You feel her slick-coated finger push into your mouth and you accept it. You eagerly suck her finger, knowing the sooner you clean her the sooner she'll reenter you. She pushes her finger to the back of your tongue, making you gag. 

You hear her laugh above you, “Aww, one finger too much for ya?” 

You're quivering from her teasing, from how unrelenting she is. Your thoughts keep wandering to how long she set the timer for, hoping you’re at least over halfway done. She pulls her finger from your mouth and your body is left tingling again, waiting for stimulation. But she doesn’t touch you. Instead you feel the mattress shift as she dismounts from the bed. You’re filled with a  desperate panic, needing her close to you again. 

“What? No! Don’t leave, please don’t leave,” you plead. 

“Relax, I'm not going anywhere,” she soothes and you hear shuffling. The sound is fabric moving over fabric then the familiar sound of straps tightening. You whimper, need for her mixing with the dread of how much meaner she'll be while fucking you. 

You hear the floor creak with footsteps as she approaches you. She grabs your hips,  turning you over onto your back then slowly pulls you to the edge of the bed. Your heart is pounding, waiting for her to hold you down and fuck you nice and deep, only to pull out in time to prevent you from coming.  

Her large hands push your thighs to your chest and hold them there, “Ya ready for me?” she asks, stroking your thighs. 

“So ready. Please.” 

“You sure?” She teases, one hand leaving your thigh. You are about to plead again for her when two of her fingers enter you. She doesn't tease or go slow this time. She fucks you hard, fingers curling right onto your g-spot. You shriek her name, gasping out moans as she works you dangerously close to orgasm within a minute. She removes her fingers just in time. 

“I don't think you can make it to the end of the timer if you're gonna be this easy,” she says. 

“I can! I promise I can take it!” you shout. 

The tip of the dildo pushes into you and your groan, forcing yourself to not move. She enters you fully and your body threatens you with an orgasm, beyond ready to release all the energy gathered. She was right, you're not going to make it. You're too sensitive, from being edged and having your sight taken. Every touch lights tiny fires inside of you. She begins to thrust and you know you're at the beginning of the end, the road reopening to Nirvana. Your body is giving you every sign that you're about to come, your body is flush and sweaty. The air is heavy with your scent. 

“Dez! I'm gonna cum!” you warn. 

“Not yet,” she orders, and you obey. 

She angles her hips so her strap gets deep inside you. She taunts you, making you say how good you're feeling and how good she is fucking you, “Go on, Princess. Tell me how good you're being fucked by your queen?” 

But when you open your mouth, her hips give  a sharp, deep thrust. You are holding on by a thread and she is tugging at it playfully. The words you have yet to speak turn into a pathetic cry. She's fucking you into a mess, tears wetting the blindfold and drool streaking down your cheek. 

“Try that again,” she says, fingers digging into your hips. She puts more pressure onto your g-spot. 

It's stuttered and shaky but you manage to gasp some words, “My Queen! Shit! Oh fuck… fuck me… so good.. Shit!” 

Like music to your ears, the ringing of the timer announces you no longer have to hold your orgasm in. 

“Wrap your legs around me waist,” she commands. Your weak, shaky legs slide over her body before your thighs are hugging her waist and heels pressing into her back. With one more thrust, she heightens your pleasure before you fall all the way down. She leans down to kiss your jaw and you scream into her ear and you come. Your entire body trembles, pleasure pouring out through every pore. You have no idea how long it takes for all the energy to release but every second is perfect. When your orgasm is done with you, she pulls out. Your skin is still tingling when she kisses your forehead. 

“Let's get that blindfold offa ya,” she whispers into your skin. She unties the satin cuffs then removes your blindfold. You squint as light fills your vision. 

She scoops you into her arms and climbs fully into bed. You know what happens now. She holds you to her chest and breathes in your scent, chin resting on your head. She always needs to hold you like this, do nothing but hold you for however long she needs. 

“I talked back a lot. I'm sorry,” you say. 

“S'alright, it's hot when you talk back.”

You hum as she caresses your body, massaging over your muscles. She's so loving after sex, not letting her attention off you for at least half an hour. 

“Do you wanna take a bath after this?” she asks you, pressing kisses to the top of your head. 

“Yeah. But let's just cuddle for a bit.” 

You cuddle for the next 15 minutes, breathing together and loving each other. 

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divider by @cafekitsune

[haruniki]

Venture lovingly telling their partner/girlfriend about all the different types of rocks and places they want to take you to for rock climbing and hiking with you just nodding along as they ramble on excitedly. But it's late at night and for whatever reason Sloan was in their rock talking mood rambling even more than usual and you just wanting to sleep, roll over and kiss them. The gasp and jaw drop from Sloan might have been a bit much for just one kiss but you certainly didn't expect them to start attacking you with kisses!

"Did I tell you about this igneous rock I found? It was so cool and had pieces of-..! Hey, no fair!"

Cue Venture practically jumping on you to kiss and nip at your neck and jaw playfully.

[cursedpiratestash]

Talon x Reader

Cuddle/sleep headcanons

Doomfist

He doesn’t have time for it very often but when it gets down to it he melts into you in a gentle hold

He prefers a casual position where you head rests on his chest while he rubs circles in your back

He would never admit it to anybody but big spooning him puts him right to sleep

But if you’re a natural heater it doesn’t matter the position after a long day

He’s constantly preparing and orchestrating missions so he isn’t usually with you when you wake up but always kisses you on the temple while you sleep on his way out

Reaper

He isn’t entirely fond of it but does it anyways especially if it helps you sleep

Spooning is easier for him but he doesn’t mind you resting your head on his arm while facing him

He gets to have a good look at you as you usually wind up falling asleep first

His skin is pretty chilled so he counts on your body heat and a few extra blankets for warmth

He isn’t always in bed by the time you wake up but when he is he’s already caressing your cheek and dreading the headache his team will bring him

Moira

She’s almost always late to bed and occasionally isn’t there at all

You consider yourself lucky some nights when you can actually drag her to bed with you

She has terrible circulation and is pretty cold so after some complaining she makes sure the bed has extra blankets

However if you run hot at night then it’s a match made in heaven as she gets to watch you pass out while you practically drape yourself over her

She prefers you rest your head on her chest as it gives her a free hand to look at reports while the other hand runs itself through your hair

She always wakes up before you and like clockwork she returns to her experiments but not without a forehead kiss on her way out

Sombra

I imagine she’s terrible at getting to bed at a reasonable time but you’ve changed that when you start dating

Now it’s something she can look forward to as she even takes an occasional nap with you whenever her schedule can allow it

There are nights she doesn’t show up but when she does she loves to be big spoon since she runs a little hot in her sleep

She finds it so rewarding even on nights you both hardly get enough sleep from staying up talking and laughing over every little thing

It always surprises her to think about how much you’ve helped her relax as it manages to show in her work as well

She’s probably the only Talon member what wakes up in unison with you and shares your morning routine

Mauga

As a mercenary he only occasionally isn’t in bed whenever he has a mission run late

On nights that he’s home he makes sure to drag you to bed with him no matter what you’re doing

He’s earned his little snuggle session so “five more minutes” be damned

He enjoys any cuddling position but he loves to wrap himself around you and engulf you in his arms

He loves when you stay up late and talk with him as you trace whatever scars he’s collected from past missions

He does wake up before you but refuses to let you out of bed unless you promise him something like breakfast or helping him wash his hair

Widowmaker

She doesn’t seem to need much sleep these days and she isn’t quite fond of cuddling as much as she used to be but she is fond of you

As an assassin the only time she isn’t in bed with you is when a mission runs late

Whenever it’s up to her she prefers spooning regardless of her position as long as she feels the warmth of your skin

Compared to you her skin is ice cold and hardly makes for a good cuddle session unless you run hot at night

If you don’t she always sees to it that the bed has extra thick blankets and expensive furs prepared on your side of the bed

You’ll sometimes catch her watching over you if you happen to wake up in the middle of the night

In the morning she’s always up and offering you tea or coffee before some breakfast

Sigma

Like Moira his research never allows for him to have a normal sleep schedule

You usually have to coax him to bed with gentle hands and promises to let him continue his work early in the morning

It tends to work some of the time if he isn’t suddenly too cold and stonewalls you

Once he’s actually in bed it takes a little more effort to get him to ease his mind and get some sleep

A frequent tradition is to spend some time with his head on your lap while you message his forehead

You have your deepest conversations with him when he’s resting on you like this

When it’s time to sleep he envelops you in his arms and is finally soothed by the smell of your hair

He isn’t much colder than Moira but enjoys a few extra blankets on his side regardless of your heat

Mornings aren’t always the same but he does his best to share a routine with you

[amphibiahawks321]

Asa : Hm? Why are you so giddy today?

Kiriko : Y/N and I are gonna hangout later!

Asa : .....Oh no

Asa : No no no no no no no.... NO!

Kiriko : Huh!? What!?

Asa : Please don't tell me you two are hanging out here....

Kiriko : Uhhhh.. yeah? Why is that?

Asa : Remember the last time you two hung out here.....

Kiriko : ......

FLASHBACK

[Y/N holding an activated stopwatch while kiriko fastly eating a bunch of donuts]

M!Reader : Aaaaaaaaaand DONE!

[Kiriko's finished eating all the donuts and Y/N stops the stopwatch]

M!Reader : YEAAAH!! You beat your record in 4 seconds!

Kiriko : NEW RECORD!!–

[Asa enters]

Asa : I'm home! You guys having fun–.......

[Shows Y/N and kiriko staring at her awkwardly while Asa stares at all of the crumbs on the floor]

FLASHBACK ENDS

Kiriko : Oh come on! THAT was fun!

Asa : i thought you two would just watch TV under a blanket like what other couples do!

[theres-a-body-here]

Overwatch match interactions with a StandUser!reader

The Reader's stand is 「The World」 Characters: Lucio, Cassidy, Tracer, Echo, Reinhardt TW: None

Pregame Lobby

Tracer and Reader, coincidentally in unison: "Time is on my side!"

Tracer, confused: "Huh?"

Reader, thinking: "Hmmm"

Tracer and Reader, in unison again: "Time is on OUR side!"

~~~~~

Reader, holding in a chuckle: "Lucio, I Iove your music. It sounds even better when time is stopped"

Lucio: "Awww, thanks"

Lucio, slowly realising: "..."

Lucio: "Hey...wait a second"

~~~~~

Cassidy, curiously: "So uh...(Y/N), how would I go about getting me one of them Stands?"

Reader, nonchalantly: "Well, I got 「The World」 after i was stabbed in the heart with an arrow"

Cassidy, uneasily: "...I think I'll stick to my gun"

~~~~~

Echo, curiously: "How do you breathe when time is stopped"

Reader, caught off guard: "I... Huh..."

Reader, sheepishly: "I've actually never thought of that before. I'm not sure myself"

~~~~~

Reader, exhausted: "Reinhardt, for the last time, no. You can't arm wrestle with 「The World」"

Reinhardt, laughing boisterously: "Come on, my friend. Don't tell me you're worried it'll lose"

Reader, huffing: "Nuh uh"

After Reader uses their Ultimate (Stop Time)

Friendly Tracer, confused: "Hey! Where'd ya go?"

-

Enemy Tracer, giggling to herself: "Looks like (Y/N) is near"

~~~~~

Friendly Lucio, excited: "Oh man! He did the thing!"

-

Enemy Lucio, uneasily: "Wha...What just happened?"

~~~~~

Friendly Cassidy, under his breath: "There he goes again"

-

Enemy Cassidy, cautious: "He's close, I can feel it"

~~~~~

Friendly Echo, in awe: "Fascinating..."

-

Enemy Echo, in her team comms: "My systems have detected an anomaly in time, be wary"

~~~~~

Friendly Reinhardt, shudders: "I don't think I'll ever get used to that"

-

Enemy Reinhardt, confused: "When...did he?"

They eliminate enemy Reader

Lucio, teasingly: "World stop... Carry on"

~~~~~

Cassidy, teasing: "Maybe ya weren't so worthy after all"

~~~~~

Tracer, giggling: "I guess even time plays favorites"

~~~~~

Echo, prideful: "Temporal equilibrium restored!"

~~~~~

Reinhardt, boasting: "No Stand required"

[simping-on-the-daily]

Why are people so afraid of making the Reader in X Reader fics an elderly person like the actual fucking love interest. It's always that they're younger then the character and that's just...why are people so afraid of making the Reader old. Let them have a beard full of grey hairs and let them be balding let them have kids,,, fuck let them have grandkids. Why is my 60 year old blorbo being paired with a reader in their 20s, or at the least visibly younger. Let Readers be old when they're shipped with old characters