#overwatch x gn!reader

[gaycragula]

could we get a genji x injured!reader? like they are on a mission and the reader gets hurt. angst or fluff, whatever you want to do! Tysm!

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Pairing: Genji x Injured GN Reader Warnings: Mentions of injuries and blood, passing out. I don't know if I could call this angst but ?? It's mostly fluff Word Count: 597

You knew you’d been shot. You felt it hit you, tear through your skin. It sent waves of pain through you and you couldn’t determine where you’d been hit, nor could you tell if you’d been hit more than once. 

You must’ve cried out when you were hit because after you stumbled, arms helped stabilize you. Before you could register what was happening and who was holding you, you were being dragged through debris. You could hear someone speaking to you, though their words were jumbled and you couldn’t make much from them. 

It was at that moment that you realized you were losing a lot of blood. You pressed your fist against your abdomen, trying to apply pressure as best you could. 

Blood seeped around your fist, surely staining your shirt. A rock caught under your foot and you lurched forward. The ground came at you and you were going to let it happen. Maybe the person helping you would leave you to die. 

The ground never came. Arms pulled you back upright and it was at that moment that you felt the cold metal of someone familiar. He whispered something to you, something you couldn’t pick up. Not with the ringing in your ears and the throbbing of your head. 

You tried to speak, managing Genji’s name before the rest of your sentence fell into a slurred and jumbled mess. Genji shushed you, you could make that out, before he started walking with you again, presumably looking for Mercy so she could help you. 

You remember hearing Genji shout before the ground met you and you passed out. 

————

A bright light shone through your eyelids. It startled you awake and you groaned, attempting to roll away from the light to go back to sleep. A cold hand came in contact with your shoulder and you groaned, mumbling under your breath as you turned toward the contact. 

You sat up, wincing at the slight pain that shot through your abdomen. You ran your hand over your stomach and felt bandages wrapping around your midsection. 

The hand on your shoulder moved to your hand, fingers intertwining with yours. You rubbed your eyes with your free hand before opening and taking in the room you were in. 

Surprisingly, you were in your own room. The curtains were pulled open, the sun glaring into your room, providing the light that woke you. 

The hand holding yours tugged gently and you almost laughed at the impatience. You squeezed his hand, turning to look at Genji. You could’ve sworn you saw him relax and heard a relieved sigh come from him. 

He brought your hand up to where his lips would be, pressing the metal against the back of your hand in semblance of a kiss. You returned the gesture, bringing his hand up to your lips to press a soft kiss to the metal. 

“You’re okay?” His voice brought a wave of gratitude over you and you smiled, pressing another kiss to his hand. 

“I’m okay, I promise,” you reassure. 

You felt a vent of warm air blow over you before the cyber ninja stood up, letting go of your hand in the process. Genji pressed his face to the crown of your head before reaching for a tray you hadn’t noticed was there. 

“I’m sure you’re hungry.” You could hear a little hint of joy lacing his voice. Some of your favorite snacks were laid out on the tray and you couldn’t help but grin, nodding to him and scooting over to let him join you on the bed. 

[kiwi-on-ice]

Saw your most recent tiktok🤭

Could you do something for Lucio when you get the chance? Please and thank you

First date headcannons with Lucio, Cole Cassidy, Mauga, Lifeweaver, and Genji with gn!reader

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: Fluff, a little suggestive but not too much.

Notes: The ask probably meant NSFW but wanted to write something light while i work on an anon request for Cole Cassidy. Prefer girls? check here

Lucio:

I always think of his valentines day voiceline bless him, he'd be quite nervous to ask you out. If you don't do it for him, he'll most likely want to be traditional and get you flowers before stuttering out an invitation.

Once you've actually said yes, he'll relax a little bit.

Most likely your first date is going to be music related. He won't take you to his own concert, but if there's a concert playing music he knows you'll like he'll take you there.

Alternatively, might take you dancing to show off a little. When he's around music, he feels much more confident so he'll be able to be himself and even be a little flirty.

You might have to put up with people coming up to him for his autograph though. But it'll give him a rush when everyone realises he's on a date with you.

After dancing the night away, he'll probably take you to try some street food. He'll insist on paying, he's a celebrity after all! But he ends up not needing to when the vendors recognise him as the hero who stood up to Vishkar and insist on giving you both what you want free of charge.

Given that the weather is nice, he'll do his best to be respectful and not look at your body too much. However if you're wearing shorts...lord have mercy, they're his weakness.

When you guys part ways, he might cheekily ask for a goodnight kiss but he's happy with anything. Considering how much fun you both had, he's confident you two will go out again sometime.

Feeling the beat of the music, Lucio moves like it's second nature to him. You both laughing and joking as he starts to dance with you, his hands respectful in their placement before he spins you around, making you both laugh again.

"Not bad babe, maybe you should be a backing dancer at my shows." he teases playfully, trying not to let his eyes look down at how your legs look in your shorts. Although with the way you start to move, he isn't sure he can resist the temptation.

Cole Cassidy:

Will ask you out pretty smoothly in conversation, hardly giving you time to process that you've been asked on a date before the cowboy starts to think about his ideas.

Invites you on a hiking trail, giving you both plenty of time to talk and get to know each-other.

He'll do the stereotypical action of taking his hat off when he sees you and gives you a small bow, flustering you a little.

As you walk, he won't initiate physical contact for a while, waiting until you guys cross some sort of stream or rough terrain; he use the opportunity to hold out his hand to help you over, before interlocking his fingers with yours.

Quite easy to talk to, and flirtatious comments seem to roll off his tongue without him meaning to. He'll compliment your outfit and hairstyle, before making comments about how the sun reflects so lovely off your eyes.

Prefers asking you questions and listening to you, he's working on being more emotionally vulnerable and open especially about his past, but it's still difficult for him.

Afterwards, you both will have worked up an appetite, so he'll take you to a diner for a bite to eat. Sitting in a booth, he might teasingly play footsie with you under the table to watch you laugh.

He'll have to get coffee, since he hasn't had his cigar for hours. He didn't want to smoke while on the date, a little concerned you'll find it rude. But towards the end he'll get a little twitchy.

Will offer to pay, southern values and all that.

Will also offer to walk you home, and will definitely come in if you invite him.

Approaching a stream, the running water providing a soothing ambiance as Cole steps forward. He hops over the stream before holding out his hand for you, causing you to giggle.

"What? A cowboy can't be a gentleman?" he teases, as you take his hand and he helps you across, "There you go pumpkin."

Smoothly, he interlocks your fingers, holding your hand tight and gently rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand as you both resume the walk. Looking to his left, he makes some remark about the surroundings to distract himself from the warm feeling in his chest as he feels the heat of your palm against his.

Mauga:

This man is CONFIDENT, he asks you out with his cocky grin almost like he knows you'll say yes.

Wants a relaxing date, so will ask you for drinks at one of his favourite bars.

Once you meet him there, he's nothing if not charming. He lays the compliments on pretty thick, with a cheeky smile that gets wider the more you feel flustered.

He's also hilarious, finding it so rewarding to make you laugh and giggle at his jokes. Isn't afraid to play the part of the fool if it means you'll be entertained.

Is hyper aware of his large size, and while he loves feeling bigger and stronger in the bedroom, in this context don't be surprised if he hunches himself over a bit to make you feel more at ease.

Also don't be surprised if he grips his glass too tight to make it smash, pretending to be hurt worse so you'll dote on him, he likes the attention more than he should.

He has to really restrain himself from getting too handsy with you, he doesn't want to scare you off. But he'll brush his hand against your hair or arm as he speaks.

Most likely will just get up and leave without paying lmao.

And will most certainly invite you to go home with him.

"And someone as pretty as you with a guy like me? People will think i'm payin' ya." he says with a laugh, causing your cheeks to burn as you giggle alongside him. Taking a sip of his drink, his eyes won't leave yours. "Someone as small as you as well, though it ain't hard for someone to be smaller than me."

You can't help but agree with his statement as he hunches over the bar with you, his thigh brushing against yours. He notices, and subtly presses his thigh more into yours, almost manspreading on the bar-stool.

Lifeweaver:

oh my god, the ROMANCE.

Listen I've said before he's the type of nerd to read romance novels and take notes, best believe he's planning the most romantic date he can, especially if he's caught feelings for you.

He'll show up, dressed to the nines with a bouquet of red roses with gold string attaching a little love note and hand them to you. He'll kiss your hand and open the car door for you and drive you to a lovely restaurant.

Most likely booked ahead to score the best table, and told the waiters to make it as romantic as they could.

But despite everything, he's secretly nervous. He planned it all so meticulously in his head, what if it goes wrong?

Not that you'd know his internal panicked monologue with how he treats you, he'd be so complimentary without overdoing it. Charming you with speech about your clothes, hair, everything. Will also start to drop in petnames like 'darling' and 'petal' to see how you react.

Is a little scared to hold your hand cause his hand is a little sweaty from the nerves, so he'll gently trace your fingers with his metal hand instead.

He's paying for the meal, you''ll have probably have guessed that already.

Will take you home and kiss your cheek, but will most likely leave it there. He doesn't want you to think he only wants you physically, so he'll be as respectful as possible.

"Well i assure you, you're the most radiant person in here." Niran says with a soft smile, his eyes tracing up and down your body and face as you sit down. His hair half up, he places his metal hand on the table, gently nudging your hand as if to ask permission.

"But please, order anything you'd like. My treat." he says, almost stuttering when you hold his hand, the cool metal refreshing against your touch. When you thank him and look down at the menu, he releases a breath he didn't realise he was holding. It's going well so far, he thinks, even if he's blown away by how you look all dressed up.

Genji:

bless him, he's also kinda nervous. He used to be a playboy, he never once used to be bothered with asking people out. But after his accident, now that his body is mostly metal, a lot of his confidence has been knocked.

But he'll try to hide it as he suggests an aquarium date. He finds the colours and the marine life quite therapeutic and calming, and hopes you'll feel that way too.

Prefers to stay away from the crowds, standing by the less popular exhibits to talk to you.

Will love to ask about your job, especially if it's more 'mundane' than his. He'll want almost a taste of the normality, something he's never really had in his life.

Will offer to take your picture against the backdrop of the fish tanks, his chest feeling fuzzy as he sees how gorgeous you look.

As you two explore, he'll gently go to hold your hand. When you reciprocate, he won't let go, clinging to your hand like a lifeline.

When you go into the gift shop, he'll surprise you by buying a soft plush toy of a fish or shark behind your back.

Most likely will ask if you want to go back to his, not realising how it sounds until after he's said it, to which he'll quickly reassure you he doesn't expect anything to happen.

"Oh look at those." you say excitedly, tugging him over to the jellyfish exhibit. He of course follows wherever you lead him, his hand firmly gripping yours.

"Here, let me take a picture." he offers, taking your phone and stepping back to get a good angle. You pose, and he swears he stops breathing when he sees your through the phone camera. He has to look at you above the device, mesmerised by how the blue hues reflect on your face.

"Genji? Have you taken the picture?"

[sobasicallyimpoppee]

Imagine them wearing this shirt 🫶🏾

[vip3r-r]

Venture x shy reader HCs??

Smooth venture likes making reader flustered and tease them!! <333

You didn’t specify if they were already on a relationship with the reader so I did some coworkers to lovers type of HCs, I don’t really like how this own turned out because I talked more about what they would do instead of the actual reader reactions ??? Idk I just don’t like it but here you go

anywho I do believe venture would be a smooth operator. Yes they’re silly and goofy, but if they like someone?? Expect them to get the most smooth pick up lines ever (not only archeology pick up lines don’t worry) would probably offer you a rock while they eat the rest

Warning — probably bad spelling, no proof read, gender neutral reader

Imagine you were assigned to an expedition with venture

But instead of smiling and laughing with the ball of energy

You only nodded and went to do your own part of the job

Obviously this action switched something on ventures head, they HAD to make you smile, or at least try to

So what happens after that?? You’re running away from venture who is making you blush like crazy with the comments they made

“Are you an excavation site? Because I dig you” — “Let's pretend you're C14 so I can date you.” And some other pick up lines that absolutely made you melt (of cringe, maybe laughter, who knows)

They would be the type to “accidentally” touch your hand trying to grab something next to you knowing how you’ll react, you know they do it on purpose yet you don’t stop them

Tried to move you once out of they way, putting their hands on your waist looking at what they wanted to look at (still holding you) find whatever info they needed and leave like nothing happened

If venture is out on an expedition without you, they’ll bring the prettiest of rock that they could find, give it to you and say something cheesy just to see those red cheeks

Now if you two started dating, oh will venture play around

Pulling to a more private area of the cave and kissing you, and I mean like sloppy hot kiss where you tell them to stop but they don’t, you’re so worried about others finding you two likes this but venture only wants to taste your mouth a little longer :(

If you two go out on dates, venture would have a habit of holding you by the waist while in lines, talking to people, holding your thighs while sitting on restaurant, etc just because of that silly face you make, blushed face lips on a semi nervous smile, eyebrows curled up. They could be the happiest alive because of that face

Would Definitely say “Are you a Nahua priest? Because you’re totally holding my heart in your hands.” — “You must be an ancient ruin, because my jaw drops every time I see you.”

[gotafewtricks]

there are two main things that i love in this life: genji and plushies… what if reader makes genji plush and shows him..? would he like it? would he be like erm what the scallop? maybe this request is a little too silly… but… genji plush

★ "Don't turn me into a marketable plush!"

i am going FERAL over this ask. i literally was just thinking of that, too, today. HAPPY BIRTHDAY GENJI <33 It's okay, nothing is ever "too silly" here :3 reminds me, I think on Etsy you can commission someone to make this kitty Genji plush? Or, I'm tripping.

You figured that you'd want to go get Genji a special gift. He doesn't really mention liking much, other than musing about his early fascination with arcades and his troublemaking antics. Over the course of years and years, he's calmed down, but you do love seeing his more playful sidee shine every once in a while.

You knew that in his line of work, he doesn't expect anything for himself. The most that he could ask is just for someone's happiness and appreciation, that that's it for him to be reminded that—yes, he's doing a good job, and he's doing his best.

When he first acquired his new body, he'd be disappointed in himself; in his newfound form. Blinded by his strong, persuading emotions—there would still be times where he felt as if he didn't deserve someone's kindness. If he were to see someone who mirrored how he was back then, he could not've felt empathy—rather, a digust in seeing a spitting image of himself.

He now understands his worth and value in a greater extent now, with the help of his closest companions, mentor, and everyone... Ah, it still gives him chills whenever he thinks about that whole process again.

You were first interested in his initial reaction towards getting a plush. Would he think of it as merely childish, or would he understand the amount of hours you absolutely slaved over in trying to find the right techniques for it? Only time'll tell.

The idea was cute and simple; as it was merely just a plush. You wondered if he even cared much for plushes, figurines, or anything that he could really display. You knew that with his work as an agent, he is more-than-likely constantly out. It's be cool if he were to be able to at least settle the gift in a place he'd be able to see it every so often, as a gentle lil' reminder of you, but you didn't even know of he even... had a consistent residence.

You persevered, albeit.

After tutorial video after tutorial video on trying to work on a humanoid base for your plush, it became taxing on your hands. Either if you're working with knitting needles, sewing by hand, or machine—it was annoying how you'd prick your finger, trying to aim for the felt to stitch it up; or, the amount of hours that pass by whenever you try out your crocheting skills. It was a simple idea, so why weren't there any simpler methods?

Nights where you'd slump over your desk, fingers all red from the exertion, and your brain tired from all of it. You wanted to do your best for Genji, but it was difficult trying to even find a baseline on where to start with him. How'd you even make his helmet? Nonetheless, the inteicate details to his outfit and weapons?

You didn't want to commission the plush, as you were determined to make it from your own very hands. Through sweat, blood, and tears—you WILL make this thing.

Ultimately, you knew better than to just work and work and work on such a hard project. As much as you wanted to show Genji your utmost appreciation, also in a medium that you'd equally love, you knew that gifting Genji a bundle of stuffing all patched together by mishappen thread wasn't something you should be thinking of.

At the end of the day, you just wanted this idea to get out of your head. You didn't promise a gift to him, rather, you promised one to yourself. You'll get this done, even if it's eating away and nagging at your thoughts. You didn't buy all of those supplies for nothing, after all! Better make that money worth it.

Thinking on the topic of him possibly not being able to display the gift in a convenient position, you did consider making the plush smaller. However, the only issue was was because of the loss of quality that is also brought by with it—since you have to downscale the details, and simplify a few things so that it doesn't look all-too overwhelming.

You decided on making him a little charm. You'd imagine he'd be able to put it on a bracelet or a necklace, or just on whatever—as a little bit of added personalization. There were still the downsides listed prior, but you feel as if you tackled too big of a project for yourself; as it did require both patience in waiting lots, and having a lots of time.

At first, you were lost on really doing this, but ovee time with what you've learnt, you made a little plush charm that could fit into someone's palm! You were awfully proud of the little guy, since as soon as you were done making him and hooking the little chain, you gave it a tiny headpat with your index finger. Well done.

When Genji felt you tap his shoulder, you could tell that there was a smile behind his voice, as he asked what you wanted. He sensed you before then, but wanted to see what you'd do anyways.

You hid the item behind your back, snickering to yourself about what'll ever possibly happen. You guessed it was just from Genji, but gosh, does he make you eager. Even if he's not doing remotely anything in specific.

"What is it? Normally, people do not just laugh at something with their hands like that." He'd point out—thanks Captain Obvious—whilst with that teasing edge to his voice. He'd take a sidestep, a gander at what you may have, and then you try to cover it up.

"Be patient! Isn't that your whole thing?"

You then would sigh, as he made a mocking motion with his hands; mimicking how a sock puppet would speak. Upon making the comment on how he must not want his gift after all, he then shakes his head affectionately with a gentle tsk.

Once you then clasped your hands over the charm, you brought it out in front of you. When you released them, and showing him the little plush, he couldn't help but laugh at how adorable the thought was. He'd look up and down, judging by how he moved his head—since you cannot really see his eyes—nonverbally asking you if he could pick it up. You allowed him, and he then held the little guy in between his thumb and index.

"It's a pocket you." You explained, sounding dumb but you didn't care. Genji was busy squishing it, and playing with the keychain. "You're a father now."

He hated how he was just so giggly today. With an eye roll, you knew him enough to tell that, he then pockets the object in his hoodie. You were glad he liked it so much. "I'll take great care of my new son, don't worry."

The next day, whenever you went out to get a breath of fresh air—you saw Genji, sparring his sword against some practice dummies set up around the site. You wished you would've said more previously to him, that you made the gift out of appreciation for the ninja—but seeing how he had the accessory pinned on his hand, a place where he'd always have it... It spoke volumes.

[peaxhxhair]

Junkrat dating headcanon? (Like chaotic shenanigans or fluffy stuff or something like that (if you want))

Pairing: Junkrat x GN! Reader! Word Count: 316 A/n: AHHHHH Thank you for this request!! I love Junkrat so much T^T (here's to hoping he gets a mythic next season!!!) Anyway hope you enjoy! Sorry it took so long to do this LMAOOOOO Navigation Overwatch - MASTERLIST Consider buying me a coffee!! <3

Before you start dating, it is so obvious that Jamison is into you. 

Everyone else knows that you’re into him, though he can’t seem to figure that one out on his own. 

You wait to see if he’ll say anything to you. Eventually you’ll just end up asking him out. 

He was EXTREMELY happy about it. 

Before you start dating, it is so obvious that Jamison is into you. 

Everyone else knows that you’re into him, though he can’t seem to figure that one out on his own. 

You wait to see if he’ll say anything to you. Eventually you’ll just end up asking him out. 

He was EXTREMELY happy about it. 

~~

I wouldn’t think that he is the most romantic person - considering that he focuses more on explosives than relationships with other people.

Calls you “Mate” but in a romantic way.

He’ll be kissing your neck or something and then call you ‘mate’

At first you’re like ‘???’

After a while you’ll kind of get used to it, so you start calling him shit like ‘bro’ and ‘homie’ 

The rest of the heroes - roadhog included - think you’re both weird as shit for that. 

~~~

I’d imagine Jamie to really like being praised - and physical touch.

There would rarely be a time where he keeps his hands to himself.

If you hate physical touch, this would be kind of a struggle for both of you. 

He tries to be respectful, but he just loves you so much - how couldn’t he give you the biggest hugs and cuddles?

Barely anyone calls him by his name, so he practically melts when you call him any variation of his name. (Jamison, Jamie, etc.)

~~~

If he were to propose, I think it would include fireworks in some way. 

Maybe they spell ‘will you marry me?’ or your name.

Maybe a heart or something. 

~~~

Currently imagining the two of you adopting a child together. 

I can’t imagine him being able to actually MAKE kids, as much as I’d like that for myself personally. (hehe)

I think it would be difficult though considering he’s a wanted criminal or whatever. 

I’m thinking you found a child abandoned or something.

Cats also work too. I could see him being a cat dad.

[theres-a-body-here]

Scumtober- Day 13 (Somnophilia)

Reinhardt x Reader

In the middle of the night, Reinhardt couldn't sleep. His mind kept wandering to thoughts of you, the newest recruit. There was something about you that made him infatuated...maybe even obsessed. He sated his desire with passing looks and touches, but Reinhardt wanted more. It wasn't long before he started to pay more attention to the things you like or do.

You like to spar with Cassidy and go get a coffee afterward. You like the color (f/c) on your gear and like to go onto the roof at night to relax. He knew all this and made sure to figure out more. He followed you around and made note of your every action.

He figured out you took sleeping pills to deal with your insomnia.

Reinhardt couldn't take it anymore. He slipped out of his quarters and made his way silently down the hallway to where he knew you slept.

As he approached your door, he paused for a moment to gather his courage. This would definitely be crossing a line. The others wouldn't understand, but he knew you would. There's no going back after this if anyone finds out. But he didn't care. Reinhardt wanted nothing more than to feel you, love you, cherish you. And he knew you loved him back.

You just didn't know it yet.

Steeling his mind against any rational, sane thought, Reinhardt quietly slid the lock open and stepped inside. The dim light from the corridor barely reached across the room, casting most of it into darkness save for a small pool of moonlight filtering through your window onto your sleeping form. He glanced at your nightstand and saw an empty glass and a prescription pill bottle. He closed the door behind him.

Reinhardt slowly walked over to your bedside, his gaze tracing every contour of your relaxed features. He couldn't resist reaching out a tentative hand to brush a strand of hair away from your cheek. The contact sent shivers down his spine as he watched you breathe peacefully beneath the sheets. You looked so peaceful and relaxed.

You must have known he was coming. You must want this as much as he does.

With a shaky hand, Reinhardt reaches over and pulls your blanket down slowly. He slightly frowns when he sees you're clothes. Maybe you didn't.... No. You simply wanted to make him put some work into it. Yes, Reinhardt thought, that had to be it.

Slowly, carefully, Reinhardt began to undress you, starting with removing your shirt first. As each article of clothing fell away, he reveled in the feeling of being able to see you completely exposed under the pale moonlight. His hands trembled slightly as they moved lower, tracing along your toned abdominal muscles, lingering just above the waistband of your boxer briefs. He could feel his heart racing in his chest – both from excitement and fear of discovery.

Eventually, everything was removed except for your underwear since he wanted to leave the best for last. Reinhardt hesitated for a moment before reaching out once again, this time grabbing hold of the elastic band and pulling it down over your hips.

You shifted slightly in response, mumbling something incoherent in your sleep, but did not wake. With bated breath, Reinhardt finally allowed himself to admire your naked form fully illuminated by the moonlight streaming through the window.

His finger gently traced your soft lips. You look so...vulnerable. Reinhardt was concerned. Anyone could have come in here and hurt you. He was glad he was here to protect you.

As Reinhardt's fingers danced along your supple skin, he felt a surge of heat rise within him. His breath quickened as he explored further, running his fingertip along the curve of your hipbone, then trailing it up towards your neck. His touch seemed to stir some dormant part of you awake, causing you to stretch lazily under his touch.

Reinhardt couldn't help but let out a low groan as his desire threatened to consume him whole. He needed more; he craved closeness, connection… intimacy.

He slowly took hold of your jaw with his callused hand, and with a bit of pressure, pried your mouth open as gently as he could. You made no effort to resist as your body was limp and relaxed. Reinhardt shuddered when he took a look into your mouth. It looked soft, wet, and inviting. His other hand worked quickly, pulling down his zipper and freeing his throbbing erection from its confines.

With shaking hands, Reinhardt positioned himself at your mouth, pressing the head of his engorged member against your plump lips. They parted ever so slightly, allowing him access to explore your tongue and teeth with the tip of his cock. Each brush against your wet warmth sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through his body, driving him closer and closer to the edge.

He leaned forward, resting his weight partially on the bed as he thrust deeper into your mouth.

Each shallow thrust drew forth a whimper of submission from you, amplifying the intensity of Reinhardt's arousal tenfold. The sound of your breathy gasps, coupled with the sensation of your hot tongue wrapped around his length, drove him wild with desire. He picked up speed just ever so slightly.

The sight of you lying there, naked and vulnerable beneath him, served only to heighten his fervor. He watched transfixed as his thick cock disappeared between your swollen lips, emerging coated in a sheen of saliva.

Every time he pulled out to stroke himself and keep himself hard, it left a trail of drool connecting your mouth to his aching need. Reinhardt knew he couldn't cum with such a slow pace.

Without warning, he pushed himself balls deep into your mouth, cutting off your air supply completely. You shifted weakly against the bedding, but your unconscious attempts at resistance only fueled Reinhardt's determination. He held you there, watching the flush spread across your face as you struggled for oxygen

He started to feel a stir of guilt as you continued to struggle, so Reinhardt slid his cock out from your throat. You sucked in great ragged gasps of air, coughing and spluttering as your body fought to recover from the sudden deprivation. Eventually, your body went back to its calm and normal rhythm of breathing.

Still hard and hungry for more, Reinhardt watched with a mixture of satisfaction and shame as you regained your composure, oblivious to the violation that had just taken place.

Feeling emboldened by his success thus far, Reinhardt pressed his cockhead once again to your swollen lips, demanding entrance without preamble. This time, however, he didn't stop when you instinctively resisted, instead choosing to simply overpower you with his strength.

Your sleeping form whined in protest as Reinhardt forced himself inside your mouth, but he ignored your pleas, focusing solely on the sweet torture of your warm mouth enveloping him. He sped up his thrusts, each powerful stroke sending waves of pleasure crashing through him like a tidal wave.

Watching his cock disappear and reappear between your lips was almost too much for Reinhardt to bear. The sight of his enormous girth stretching your tiny mouth to its limits sent shivers of anticipation down his spine. He could feel himself nearing the edge, the pressure building in his balls like a volcano threatening to erupt.

Growing impatient for release, Reinhardt took matters into his own hands – literally. Grabbing hold of your head, he roughly shoved your face onto his cock, using your skull as leverage to drive himself deeper than ever before. His hips bucked wildly, slamming his entire length into your waiting mouth with every brutal thrust. You squirmed beneath him, no doubt aware that something wasn't quite right, but unable to break free from the haze of sleep. At this moment, he needed nothing more than to cum – to mark you irrevocably as his.

"Ahh, mein Liebling," Reinhardt whispered tenderly, unable to contain the words that had been building up inside him for weeks. "Ich liebe dich so sehr." He continued to thrust, his voice growing more urgent with each thrust. "Du bist die Sonne meiner Welt, ohne dich bin ich verloren im Dunkel."

His pace increased, driven by a primal instinct that bordered on feral. "Willst du es haben? Willst du mich? Ich bitte um Vergebung, aber ich kann nicht aufhören." He held you there at the hilt of his cock, suspended between ecstasy and agony.

As the familiar sensation of impending orgasm began to build within him, Reinhardt pulled out of your mouth, deciding that he wanted to watch every second of his release unfold. He roughly grabbed your chin, angling your face towards him as he stroked himself furiously, his movements growing increasingly erratic as he neared completion.

Finally, unable to hold back any longer, Reinhardt cried out in ecstasy as he came, painting streaks of cum across your cheeks and nose. Panting heavily, he stood there for several seconds, savoring the aftermath.

After catching his breath, Reinhardt grabbed a pair of your boxers from nearby, using them to clean your cute face. What kind of lover would he be if he left you like this? He stuffs the boxers into his pocket and puts his dick away.

Once satisfied that the mess was gone, Reinhardt redressed you, tucking you in snuggly beneath the covers. As he gazed down at your peaceful expression, Reinhardt caressed your cheek. He leans down to kiss your cheek. You look so peaceful as you sleep despite what happened. Reinhardt's breath hitched in his throat as you unconsciously moved your face into his warm hand.

All guilt and doubts left his mind. You loved him back. Your body knew you two were made for each other. Reinhardt slipped quietly out of the room, wondering if he should love you again tomorrow night.

Scumtober 2023 Masterlist

[rockkandii]

Not my art

FOR MY LOVE

Warnings: None!

Chocolate rocks

Y/n: "WHERE ARE THEY?!" Skids to a stop in the kitchen.

Jack: "Uhhh.. who?" Hasn't even gotten a sip of his coffee yet.

Y/n: "Sloane. Where, are, they. This is a matter of life and death." Making dramatic hand motions.

Jack: pinching the bridge of his nose and setting his cup down before pointing towards the main sitting area. "In there."

Y/n: "thanks Jack!" Proceeds to sprint full force into the other room

Y/n: "SLOA- WOAH!" Immediately crashes into Hanzo and Cole. All three go crashing to the ground, the other four people in the room now stare blankly at the groaning trio.

Lucio: "Soooo, what just happened?"

Hana: "No clue." Proceeds to take a picture

Angela: "That's my queue. Sloane, come see me if the pain is any more trouble, alright?"

Sloane: "m'kay!" With that angela nods and walks off leaving six now.

Cole: "what in tarnation, y/n get offa me wouldja?" A groan is heard under him.

Hanzo: "I'll ask the same of you, Cassidy.." a glare is set as y/n jumps off and gives a quick sorry before their eyes lock on their target

Y/n: "YOU!" points aggressively at Sloane. Said individuals eyes widen as they nervously point at themselves.

Sloane: "uh.. y-yeah?" Sweating buckets thinking they pissed you off. 'didnt eat any rocks today, didn't get lost either, I'm not forgetting some important day... Am I?!' internally freaking out.

Y/n: "here!" A grin stretches across your face as you pull a bag from your coat and hand it to the wreck of an archeologist. 'chocolate rocks' it read.

Sloane: starts sniffling as they shakily grab the bag. "AAWWWHH YOURE THE BEST Y/N!" Proceeds to yank you into a bear hug which you return whole heartily.

Jack: watching the interaction from the kitchen. "Life or death huh?" Sips coffee.

[ghostedgrim]

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

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

♡"Hey, hot stuff."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

♡ "Are you a star?"

"What?"

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

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

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

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

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

♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~

@thethingwiththethingwiththething

[freakybongg]

I'd love if you did headcanons for roadie!! Gn reader who likes to paint his nails/do his hair in different styles! Thank you 🤭

ROADHOG X GN!READER WHO LIKES TO DO HIS HAIR AND NAILS

-He honestly didn't like the idea at first but, he grew into loving it. He loved how focused the love of his life looked while painting his nail, how careful, and tender your touch is.

-He loved the way your fingers felt in his hair while you played with it. He always thought all this stuff was silly whenever Junkrat did it but, when you did it, to him it was different, it wasn't silly, it wasn't annoying, It felt like love.

-He loves the way you giggle when he turns his head to you when you're done with his hair, he loves how soft your hands are, how gentle you are with it. It feels nice to have his radiated hair touched with such care.

-Roadhog never shows it often, but he enjoys it so much when you do his hair in silly ways, or paint over his dark but dainty nails. How you show so much care to them like no one else has in years. He feels like he's home, with you.

-All you hear is a few satisfied grunts, but you know deep in side he adored how he looks now that you've but your own touch to his style. Whenever he comes back to you, it seems he never fails to keep his nails and hair intact.

[honeymiiktea]

~~pumpkin carving with Cassidy~~

cole cassidy x gn reader (no use of pronouns!)(short one shot)

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It’s around that time of year again. The air is cool and there’s always a slight chill. You find yourself out shopping with Cass when you see a bin, peaking inside you notice that pumpkins are already out. “Have you carved pumpkins before?” You ask him, curious. “Sure have, can’t say I’ve done it anytime recent though.” He answers, shaking his head. Isn’t that what couples do? Maybe it’ll be a fun bonding experience, you think to yourself. “Let’s do them then! It’ll be fun, pleaassseeeee?” You drag out your words, hoping to will him into it. “Anything for you.” He laughs, giving in immediately.

You two take the pumpkins onto the table when you’ve arrived home. “I haven’t done one in forever either…” You admit, unsure what you should carve. “Let’s get to it, these pumpkins aren’t gunna carve themselves.” He winks, he looks so ridiculous that you roll your eyes, smiling. “What?” He asks, a smile on his lips. “I’m going to have the better pumpkin.” You declare, challenging. Cassidy has never been one to back away from a challenge. “It’s on.” He says, voice confident as he goes to find the pumpkin carving kits.

He hands one to you and you immediately get to work, taking the top off the pumpkin so you can get the guts out. It makes you cringe, feeling the slimy seeds. You look over and see Cassidy already half way done with getting out the middle. “Huh? How are you so fast?” You exclaim, looking up at him. There’s no way he could have gotten that far already. “You’re just slow.” He taunts. “Yeah?” You respond, mind elsewhere. You pick up another batch of seeds and throw them at him. He stiffens immediately. “What the hell?” He exclaims, surprised. That’s probably the last thing he was expecting.

He grabs a pile of the seeds on the table. “NOOO” You squeal, running off. ��IM SORRY!” You run into the living room. He chuckles, slowly walking up to where you’re at. “You’re sorry?” He says, voice low. “Mhm i’m sorry.” You hum, trying to talk him out of doing it back. “That’s too bad.” He says, throwing the seeds back at you. You grimace. The feeling of the seeds on your body was way worse than just on your hands. “Cole.” You warn. “You started it hun, not me.” He reminds, putting his hands up in fake surrender.

“I’m getting a shower before we finish carving, I feel so… slimy” You grimace again. “We can finish the pumpkins later, I call shower first” He starts, talking slow, before taking off towards the bathroom, locking the door behind him. “WAIT-”

my first one shot! hope u enjoy :p

[gaycragula]

Hi! Can I request some fluff with Brigitte and a non binary reader? Maybe a first date or anything else that inspires you! Thank you :)

Our Second-First Date

Pairing: Brigitte x GN!Reader Warning(s): None Word Count: 795 Masterlist

The candles on the table flickered in the low light of the restaurant, you shadow dancing along the wall behind you as you waited. Nerves ate at you as you watched the clock slowly tick. You were early, almost an hour earlier than the time you’d given her. You were almost glad you’d decided to book a private room.

She smiled a toothy grin at you as she offered a hand to help you back on your feet. Those eyes had captivated you even at such a young age. Full of kindness, full of compassion. 

You took her hand and she hoisted you up, even rebalancing you as you stood up. “My name is Brigitte! What’s yours?”

You had muttered your name in response, trying to brush some dirt off of your clothes. Your seemingly sour attitude didn’t seem to lessen her smile as she eagerly grabbed your hand and took off running, giving you no choice other than to follow.

Thirty minutes had passed from the time you arrived, though those thirty minutes felt more like a few hours. Your fingers drummed on the table, your eyes following the flickering of one of the candles in front of you. 

“Y/n!” You almost jumped out of your chair as her voice broke the silence in the room.

“Brigitte!” You smile, walking over to greet her with a hug. “I thought you weren’t gonna show,” you joked as you led her back to the table.

She was your first friend. After that fateful day, she seemed to linger around you all the time. You both learned to lean on one another, almost reliant on each other. Where your weak points were, she made up for them. Where her weak points were, you made them up for her. You were two peas in a pod, two puzzle pieces that fit together perfectly.

Primary school turned into middle school and you were closer than ever. You were at each other’s houses almost daily. Her parents were basically a second set for you. They loved you and you loved them.

“As if,” she scoffed, letting you pull her chair out. “I’d never miss a chance to go out with you again. Especially after all these years.”

You both giggled as you settled down, the nerves that had bundled so tightly inside of you finally loosening up. It was then that you got to take in your date’s full appearance.

High school came rolling around and you found the courage to invite your best friend on a date. You were so nervous, words jumbling together as you tried to get the question out.

Your face flushed with embarrassment as you finally got some semblance of a sentence out. When Brigitte accepted your invite, you almost fell to the floor in gratitude.

You dated all through high school just before college started. You’d spoken of trying long distance as you were going abroad for your studies, Brigitte deciding to stay to pursue her love of engineering. It was a mutual agreement to break off your relationship, feeling as though long distance would not be the best option for either of you. She saw you off at the airport, giving you one last final kiss before you left.

Brigitte was stunning. Her auburn hair was done up in a gorgeous braid and the dark red dress she wore complimented her body perfectly. “You look amazing,” you breathe out.

You swore you could see a hint of pink rise to her cheeks as she thanked you with a quiet laugh. You were still the awestruck kid who she fell in love with all those years ago.

The night was wonderful. You and Brigitte spent the night reminiscing on memories long ago over a delicious dinner and a couple drinks. She caught you up on everything that had happened in the seven years you’d been gone. You never realized how much you missed listening to her talk.

Her hand was linked with yours as you walked down the sidewalk. The moon was bright in the sky, the light it emitted reflecting in Brigitte’s eyes beautifully. 

“It was so nice to catch up with you after all these years, y/n,” she whispers, pulling you onto a side street. She pulled you into a tight hug, one you happily returned. 

“You don’t know how much I missed you,” you whisper back, resting your cheek against hers. “I hope this won’t be the last time we see each other.”

She laughed quietly as she pressed a kiss to your cheek, the skin heating up in response. “Of course not. We’ll see each other as much as we can. Papa will be happy to see you. I almost think he missed you more than I did.”

[xypherz]

Six Rooms

Details: Cole Cassidy x Reader, GN!Reader, fluff, 1.2k words

Warnings: A single curse word, mention of anxiety and reader insecurity, not proofread.

Being a recalled Overwatch hero isn’t easy. Omnic crises and vigilantes are enough to burn anyone out. Though you’re trained to handle situations like these, you need an escape. Some respite to ease your constant stress. 

This is not what you had in mind. 

You planned for a night in. A night all to yourself with no distractions. Sure, there are the other heroes around, but no mission, no omnics, no expectations, is all you wanted.

You planned to have your own room. Your own bed.

You did not account for someone being shoved into what you thought was your escape.

In the bathroom when it happened, you were just setting up essentials like your toothbrush and soaps, when you heard the door to your room being opened, followed by a deep grunt, and a small British voice.

“6 rooms, 7 of us, sorry!!”

The door slammed shut before you could even process what little information you were given. 

Contemplating if you wanted to sleep in the bathtub to preserve your mental solitude, you decided to check who invaded your space, voluntarily or otherwise. The hinges of the bathroom door made an uncomfortable squealing noise as you opened it to the rest of the room.

This is a sick joke.

Not only were you met with the man who had tripped your hopeless romantic heart down the stairs, but he was dressed down.

Cole Cassidy in a t-shirt and jeans? This was simultaneously the best and worst day of your life.

“Hey there, sorry to intrude, I wasn’t given much of a choice in the matter. You’d think I have some advantage on Tracer, but damn, she is stronger than she looks.”

You nodded, voice getting caught in your throat. You’d talked to Cassidy plenty of times, hell, you consider him a friend, but this is too different. You’d never really spoken with him outside of work in private. It’s always on a mission or with others.

“I can sleep in Reinhardt’s room if you’re not comfortable,” he said, voice seeming gentle when not muffled by commands and gunshots.

“No,” you replied, a bit too fast for your liking, “I’m okay with you staying in here, I just wasn’t expecting visitors.”

“Sorry for that, I wasn’t told about the room situation until a few minutes ago. I offered to stay in Reinhardt’s room in the first place, but Tracer insisted.”

“Not your fault, don’t worry about it,” you said sheepishly, eyes trailing to the elephant in the room. Cassidy’s eyes follow yours to the bed. Singular. 

“I’ll sleep on the floor, don’t worry your pretty head over it,” he said, offering a small smile while making his way to the open spot in front of the bed with his bag.

“No, I can’t let you do that, there’s no way that’ll be comfortable.”

“I’d rather the discomfort over yours.”

“I’ll be fine, really,” you said. Though you were aware of Cassidy’s chivalry, you didn’t want him to be in physical pain for your sake.

“I’m not letting you sleep on the floor.”

“Well…” you trailed off, knowing the two of you were too stubborn to let the other be uncomfortable, “We can just share.”

His expression morphed into that of surprise, “I wouldn’t want to intrude more-”

“Cassidy,” you cut him off mid-sentence, “It’s okay, really.”

He resisted the urge to ask for reassurance again, “Okay, then. But if you need me to leave at any point, you can push me onto the floor,” he joked, lightening the awkward tension.

“You got it,” you smiled and walked to your bag, grabbing a set of pajamas and walking to the bathroom. Suddenly the weight of what you had proposed settled in when you looked in the mirror. You were going to sleep in the same bed with someone. Cole Cassidy, no less. The man you’ve been silently, or maybe not so silently to the other heroes, pining over for however long you’ve known him.

Maybe you did want to sleep in the bathtub.

You finished changing, brushing your teeth, and silently calming your anxieties and left the bathroom to see Cassidy was already changed. Any thought of how good he looked in jeans was replaced by how good he looked in boxers. He passed you as he walked to the bathroom while you approached the queen bed in the center of the room. Sitting under the covers, you decided to distract yourself until you were tired enough to sleep.

It was hard to distract yourself when Cassidy joined you in the surprisingly small bed. Maybe it was just the difference between it and his stature that made it seem small. Maybe it was your anxiety closing in on you.

“You sure you’re okay with this?” Your thoughts were interrupted by Cassidy’s concerned question. 

“You’d be pushed on the floor by now if I weren’t,” you joked, though truthfully, it wasn’t far off. Had it been anyone else, you’d have been completely okay with them sleeping on the floor while you enjoyed your personal space. But it wasn’t anyone else.

He smiled a bit at your statement, though it seemed unsure. He leaned over to the bedside table and turned off the lamp.

“Goodnight Y/N.”

You were still sitting up in the bed, staring into nothing as he laid down, his back turned to you.

“Hey, Cassidy?” Your voice came out before you could stop it.

He turned a bit to look at you, “Yeah? You okay?”

“Yeah, I just…” you trailed off, “Sorry, I’m just thinking too much.”

“What’s on your mind?” He sat up fully, staring into the darkness with you.

“Why are you so nice to me?” Though you couldn’t see it, you felt his eyes turn to you. The anxieties you’d been staving off seemed to catch up to you. “I mean, I guess you’re nice to everyone, but… I don’t think I deserve it.” 

“I think if anyone deserves it, it’s you.”

You turned your head toward him, knowing his eyes were on you as well, but the space was too dark to see.

“Why?” The question held a lot of weight. Why had he asked you so many times if this situation was okay? Why had he refused to let you be uncomfortable? Why was he willing to sacrifice his own comfortability just for yours? Why did he always stay by your side during missions? Why did he help you through broken limbs and bullet holes? He didn’t need to do any of it.

So why?

He didn’t respond for what felt like too long.

“You think too much,” he said softly, lightly grabbing your jaw and pulling you closer to him. 

He waited. He waited for you to pull back. He waited for any signal that what he was doing wasn’t okay. Instead, you leaned forward, placing your hand at the back of his neck before pressing your lips against his. The kiss was sweet. It was slow with no expectations.

You pulled back a bit, the darkness making it easier to find your voice, “I definitely think too much.”

----

Your bag seemed way too heavy so early in the morning. 

You walked out the door ahead of Cassidy, turning the corner to head to the lobby. Reinhardt and Tracer were in front of you, halfway there already. A door opening made you turn your head, Mercy and Genji walking out of a room. 

“Didn’t we have 6 rooms?” you thought, when the realization dawned on you, “Well played, Tracer.”

[koifish67]

Hello!! I’ve recently fallen head over heels for your writing and I wanted to see if I could make a request?

Could you please write for Zenyatta and Ramattra with a GN!Reader who doesn’t speak in general but will talk with them when they feel ready to?

I’m so sorry if it seems like too much or too confusing but either way, I can’t wait to read more from you!! 🥰

yes I can little gay person on my phone, and thank you for the compliments it made me kick my feet and giggle /hj

Zenyatta and Ramattra with an s/o who doesn’t talk until later in there relationship

He’s chill with it, you both just sit in comfortable silence and just kinda chill.

When you both start chilling more together, you’ll go on walks where he’ll just show you flowers and where all the cats hang out.

Usually asks you “yes” or “no” questions so you can just shake/nod your head!

When you do talk to him hes happy, in his brain he’s screaming and fireworks are going off but he doesn’t want to scare you so he just, makes a happy sound.

Overall he’s just happy that you decided to talk to him.

Confesses to you after you start talking, makes it all romantic.

Also chill with it, but you both just sit in silence most of the time. But he’ll sit close to you and mediate.

Holds your hands randomly and traces your fingers.

I feel like he’s really good at reading body language, he can tell if your happy or upset.

When you start to talk, he immediately confesses. Straight up says he loves you, ment to say it in a more romantic manner.

Is secretly very, very happy you felt comfortable around him to talk.

[vip3r-r]

thoughts on whether venture is a dom or a sub >:] and what you said about them wanting to please their partner more and sometimes wanting it back i so agree with, i'd love to hear your thoughts about them being on the recieving end

Anon who agrees on my opinions >:] In my honest venture lover opinion I see them as a switch but leaning to dom, just slightly tho.

18+ after this!! Ok warnings over

Like something about their whole personality makes me feel like they would be a teasing dom, would LOVE to eat you out and laugh at how cute you look, probably tease you by saying they won’t let you come until you hear this awesome fact about archeology, only for your whine to be cut off by them going back to eating you out and making you see stars.

But now hear me out, YOU being on the giving side while Sloane is on the receiving side, you’re so gentle and kind to them, like you start, Ima say it again, START like a true lover and gave them everything, Sloane is giving you pats on the head, their fingers gently pulling your hair while they give you sweet compliments. Like the typical dominant who is praising their cute little partner

Until you go all in, eating them out like it’s your last meal, biting their thighs and making them look at you, your arms wrapped around their waist trying to hold them down. Venture can’t even say anything anymore, the room full of grunts, whimpers and the few moans, now it’s going to be full of moans when you don’t give them a break, they’re over stimulated and they feel like their body is about to explode, now THATS when it’s going to full of loud dramatic moans.

Anywho I feel like sloane wouldn’t mind being the bottom it the top, as long as you’re happy and they get some here and there, they’re happy ^^

[gotafewtricks]

Hello! I saw that your requests were open and was wondering if I could request Hanzo having a crush on a shy reader and how he would approach them/ask them out? Maybe they go on a cute date? :) Thank you in advance!

★ Shaky hands and awkward laughs

Mhm, hello! Idk where you Hanzo fans came from, but I'm enjoying reading your requests and the such :3 anyways, you're welcome !! Hope you're doing well! I'm sorry this took a bit, I was just a bit busy here lately.

Feelings would catch up to the stoic archer sooner or later; knowing that what his heart truly told him was what feel true to him—natural.

He liked—no, loved—you more than for your characterized timid nature. Hanzo would never degrade someone to just one notion of their mannerisms; their personality. He does believe that what's in the inside of a person makes them beautiful, but he could go on and on about what makes you oh-so special to him.

At first, Hanzo would rethink and doubt his crush. He knew he felt very strongly for you, and those emotions felt as if they'd burst through his seams. It seemed that his mind was plagued by his overthinking nature. Would you think that he only sought for you because of the "appeal" of being shy? Was he trying to prove to himself that he was the protective role—therefore, only thinking of such an intimate relationship as just mere status? Just how status affected him all those years back?

Many people are proclaimed "shy" in different ways. Either through their nervousness and reluctance of meeting and-slash-or interacting with others (however, that term's rather "anxiety"), or through stuttering and stammering words—overthinking, like how Hanzo was—he'd do his best to never embarrass you.

Hanzo is not one to purely view someone as just "cute" by humiliating them. Sure, the blush that'll coat your cheeks from time to time make him also flustered, he doesn't want you to ever be upset, if you do not take embarrassment very well.

He would tease you, but never about something he knew that would be too much for you. As with every other person, too—but, you were someone special to him.

Even if Hanzo wasn't a shy person, he was rather reluctant on interacting at heart. Therefore, he'd much, much rather have you hint at potentially liking him; so he doesn't disrespect any boundaries by asking you out.

I feel like the poor man would wait and wait, and if you were too shy to even remotely hint at it, he'd get flustered over the idea of having to be the one to ask you out. It takes a lotttt of convincing himself into doing such a thing, considering he is also afraid of messing everything up.

He would try his best to pick out a good spot and time for him to pop the question; not letting his impulses to randomly hint at it, or do something even more, get in the way of everything. As much as Hanzo would move to hold you in his embrace already; kissing your neck tenderly... He knew that it was way too embarrassing for his own good.

Eventually, he then settled on asking if you were free anytime soon during a conversation about his training schedule. Hanzo felt as if he should ask the question, as if it was normal and felt right—rather than having to force himself in a "romantic" environment for it to be valid. He truly did love you, no matter what the circumstances may be.

"I format my days around the times of my practicing." He would then explain, drawing an arrow from his quiver to just absentmindedly shoot at a target—bullseye. "How about you? When are you normally free?"

Just adding that last sentence made his heart beat a bit faster. As much as Hanzo does have a flirty personality, underneath his stoic nature, he feels very... wrong, if he were to flirt with someone that could either get shy or embarrassed easy. He doesn't want to break any boundaries, but he doesn't know how else he could ask if you were okay with flirting, just due to the implications.

After you filled the archer in on your schedule, the two of you then settled on a day where you two could hang out—with how he phrased it, it was rather vague, and you didn't just want to assume that your crush was really asking you out. But, unfortunately...

As the both of you were together, underneath the cherry blossoms—it began to rain. The two of you had to make due with sheltering at a local inn, as there was no time, or use, to go back home; considering the location that Hanzo picked out in particular was for a purpose, as it was secluded, private, and beautiful. Just like him, in essence.

With frantic apologies from both parties, he then just had to look around the interior of the inn room that he has rented out, just for today. He even was thinking of taking them out to a favourite restaurant of his, but, no—the weather had to ruin it. There was a nagging feeling of frustration behind him, as if he just... couldn't do anything.

As you saw that all-too familar look on his face, you tilted your head; and asked what was wrong, and if it was the weather. Hanzo would then scowl, rather at himself than anything, as he woukd then shake his head. You were already on the bed of the room, so you then patted the seat next to him; implying you wanted him closer snd level to you. He obliged.

"I... my apologies, for earlier. I feel confined in here." He'd sigh out.

You then reassure him that it's okay, and that it wasn't anyone's fault for the weather. It's not as if anyone could control it! After talking to Hanzo more about this, his gaze started to soften, as it always does whenever he chats with you, and then he now nods his head; affirming that it's okay.

"Plus, any given time with you is great! I just... eugh, that rain made me feel so cold and clammy- oh?"

Once you get those words out, Hanzo then took the leap of faith, and brought an arm around you to hold you close to him. It just felt natural, as he didn't have any words to really express his gratitude for you—relying on touch and his body language to convey it, as the words felt too heavy on his tongue. Please say what he's doing is okay, and that you understand—because you love him, too.