#ovw fanfic

[junkratsgf]

this is a scene from @msmargarita ‘s fic “Bad Pennies”

it was so silly i HAD to make an animatic out of it

[lizz-crimson]

The Gala (Doomfist X Female! Reader)

Ahhhh! I've been working on this one for a while! Doomfist lovers come get yall juice!

Summary: After returning a stolen file to Doomfist, your boss has an extra special mission for you.

Tags/Warnings: [SFW, Female Reader, (Name) used instead of (Y/n), Doom is a bit of a tease, very gentleman, very polite, a lil jealous.]

Words: 5200+

A silence sat in the meeting room. Doomfist's hands pressed on the table as he leaned on it, glaring at his comrades. Reaper turned his head to the side, Sombra gave a side-eye to Moira, and Widowmaker didn't react at all as usual. Moira, however, stared right back at Doomfist, though her gaze wasn't nearly as piercing.

Akande inhaled through his nose, making it wrinkle like an angry lion. "So, where is it?" His chest fell harshly as he breathed out, his tone dangerous. "Where. Is. The file." He emphasized. Sombra's eyes flicked to Moira. She couldn't contain her curiosity. Moira was usually so organized.

"It's gone," Moira said factually.

"Gone where?" Doomfist shifted to lean more on the table, his glare intensifying.

"Am I to magically discern where all my stolen files go?" Moira asked.

"No," Akande said sharply. Then there was a pause. "You're to make sure all files remain hidden. Secret. Locked up." The steel table dented as he gradually added more weight to his hands. "You are the one responsible if something goes missing," he growled. Moira's own nose curled, and she immediately retorted.

"I'll have you know, Akande, that it was Sombra who was in charge of that particular sector at the time. Not I."

Sombra gaped. "What? You're trying to pin this on me?"

"I'm not trying; it's a simple fact," Moira replied. Sombra groaned and gestured to Reaper.

"It was Reaper who was by the server room during the attack!"

Reaper stood, his chair falling to the floor as he loomed over Sombra. "Shove that finger in my face again and see what happens," he threatened.

A slam of Akande's gauntlet was enough to shut everyone up and gain attention back to him. The poor table now bore a mighty dent in on itself.

"Enough! If you all weren't vital to Talon, I'd make sure you--"

A sudden round of knocking on the meeting room doors made everyone turn their heads. Nobody else was told to come join the meeting. Could there be another attack? There were no alarms going off.

Akande flumped back in his chair with a huff. He rubbed his eyes and gestured for Sombra to go see. The hacker gave an annoyed look but didn't complain. She went on over to the large double doors and opened them up.

You, one of the middle-tier Talon soldiers, stood on the other side. Your cheek bore a sizable bruise, and your gear was messy and damaged all over. In your hand was a cracked datapad.

"Hello," you said politely, but tiredly, not even aware of the uproar that had been going on moments before. You held out the datapad to Sombra with both hands. The last thing you wanted to do was damage the thing further. "Um, one of the agents from the attack made off with this, and Miss O'deorain wasn't in her lab, so I figured I should bring it on up here," you explained quickly. You weren't supposed to be here, and you knew it.

Sombra snatched the datapad out of your hands and then began furiously tapping away on it. She sighed after a few seconds. Nothing had been breached. Thank God.

"Hey, Doomfist!" Sombra turned from you, wiggling the datapad in the air. "(Name) got our file back! Say thank you!"

Doomfist pushed himself out of his chair and lumbered over, snatching the datapad from Sombra's hand.

"Ay, watch the gauntlet!" she hissed, rubbing her wrist. Akande brushed her off and then took a look through the datapad himself. He hummed. Not a satisfied hum, nor a frustrated hum. Just a deep rumble of his chest.

He lifted his head, his eyes meeting yours as he handed the pad back to Sombra.

"Did you look in the file?" he asked.

"No, sir," you answered curtly and honestly.

"Did the one who stole it get away?"

"Uh, yes, unfortunately." The sting of your bruise was still very much present.

Your boss's gaze was always so intense. And long. And solely on you. Not a group of operatives. Just you.

Akande nodded, seemingly believing you and mercifully speaking up.

"Thank you. You are dismissed."

He shut the doors on you without giving you the chance to say, 'Yes, sir.'.

Working for Talon wasn't completely stressful. You actually had a lot of downtime to do as you pleased when you weren't on duty. Of course, you were required to live on base, so you were always ready for potential attacks like earlier. Which is exactly how you ended up getting into a brawl with some sneak thief agent. The bruise ached, but you were just glad they hadn't gotten away with it.

The day stretched on, and when your shift ended, you went straight to your dorm and flopped into bed, still in your damaged uniform and with a hastily applied bandage on your cheek. The other bed in the room was vacant. Your roommate had been caught trying to defect, and, well… you no longer had to trip over her shoes in the mornings. The bed was now where you piled your snacks.

Speaking of, you went ahead and grabbed some mini Oreos and continued to laze about. Just as you got comfortable and relaxed, a round of knocking sounded. You stood and approached the door with a quiet sigh. "Coming." When you opened it, you nearly choked on your snack.

Widowmaker stood on the other side, looking unimpressed as always.

Was this it? Were mini Oreos to be your final meal? Why didn't you grab the regular-sized ones under the mattress?

It took a good few seconds to notice the lack of bullet in your cranium. Windowmaker didn't even have her gun on her. Your feet shuffled, and you cleared your throat.

"Uh," you stuttered. "Can I--?"

"Doomfist wants to see you," she said in a flat tone. "Now." The added use of 'now' made you shudder.

"Right," you replied. You threw your shoes back on, and Widowmaker made way for you as you passed her without another word.

You had always been slightly afraid of elevators. You couldn't shake the thought of one of them malfunctioning in a plethora of different ways. It was rare it happened nowadays, but you assumed Rick the elevator guy was hired for a reason. Your hands formed fists over and over at your side until the elevator came to a slow stop at the top floor. A breath of relief left you as soon as the doors mercifully slid open.

Okay, now for the second, and arguably more prominent issue.

Akande's office was no more than two steps outside of the elevator. To get it over with, you knocked despite your uneasiness. Two run-ins with the boss in one day? Clearly luck had decided to pick on you specifically.

You flinched as the doors slid open, and Akande's voice sounded out.

"You got here fast. Come in," he said. He was sat at his desk at the far side of the room, typing something into another data pad. The curtain wall behind him had a view of the city anyone would kill for, and the rest of the office looked more like a real living space than a place of business. As you came in, the doors closed behind you, and he gestured to another chair in front of his desk. "Have a seat."

You sat.

Were you supposed to talk now? You weren't really sure, and you didn't want to take the risk either.

"(Name)," he said, breaking you out of your nerves. He put down the datapad, giving you his full attention. "I know it's a sudden call, but I wanted to go over today's breach and the agent you failed to catch."

Oh, dear.

You stuttered. "I promise I tried my—"

"Do not panic. You're not in trouble," he said.

"I'm not?"

"No. Reaper dealt with your quarry after the meeting earlier. I only have a few questions."

That was a relief, but you couldn't help but feel like Akande was being unusually calm about this. You failed to catch a thief but were able to recover a stolen file. He said you weren't in trouble, yet he'd called you to his office for more questions? Sombra could easily roll back the security feed, corrupted or not, and get answers if he had any doubt about her honesty. 

A snort. "You are thinking pretty hard. Didn't I just say you weren't in trouble?" he asked.

"Oh, uh," you stuttered and adjusted yourself in your seat. "You did, yeah."

He chuckled and stood from his seat. "Calm down. This is an invitation, not an interrogation." He went to stand before the curtain wall, hands behind his back. "Are you aware of the Vishkar event going on this Friday?" he asked.

"You mean that gala?"

He turned his head, pleased. "Yes, that one. They have one once a year, and this time it's being thrown there." He pointed to a tall building outside. It wasn't far off, and the Vishkar logo flickered to life as the evening sun set in. "As you know, that building is home to many experimental designs. One's Talon would greatly benefit from. At first I was going to send Sombra during the festivities, but I received an invite to the gala itself."

That made sense. Akande wasn't someone you'd want to make an enemy out of. Holding a gala and not inviting him to it, all the while holding beneficial technologies, experimental or not, was not a good idea.

"But this invite has a certain requirement." He turned his body fully to face you. "A plus one."

Oh.

Oh.

"Oh."

"So here's my proposition," he started, walking around his desk to you. "You and I will attend the gala, mingle, find someone to plant false evidence onto, then leave. Sombra and Reaper will have been in and out by that time, and no blame can be placed on our organization."

It didn't really sound like he was asking, but he didn't sound forceful about it either. That tone of a dangerous leader he always carried was gone. Now he was just a man. A big and intimidating one, but a man nonetheless.

One who'd especially look nice in a suit, too.

"I accept," you said.

"Fantastic. Here." He suddenly handed you a card. "This should hold more than enough funds to ready yourself for the event. If you want my personal recommendation, the boutique near the port has many fine dresses and accessories to suit a plethora of tastes." He circled back around his desk and sat down again. He took the datapad once more and began typing something down. "I'll have transport arranged in an hour. You should also stop by the medical bay to have Moira fix up that bruise of yours. No need for a scandal at the party, yes?"

"Uh, right—" You cleared your throat. "Yes, sir."

He smiled. "Good." He leaned back a bit, his eyes returning to the datapad. "Now, I have other work to attend to. I shall pick you up at eight on Friday."

You stood, excusing yourself. For once, you were thankful for the privacy of the elevator. Your ears burned like the sun, and the shiny interior reflected your bright red face right back at you. You were going to a gala. With Doomfist. And you were actually looking forward to it. Why did he pick you? Was it because you let the thief get away? No, no, he'd already said you weren't in trouble. Ugh.

You'd covered your face with Doomfist's card from the imaginary audience at this point. The damn thing was a black card, of course. Shiny. Few fingerprints. It was likely new. You made a mental note to give it back to him as soon as you could. Who knows how much money it held?

Enough for a dress at that extremely expensive boutique by the port, plus accessories.

Yeah, you really needed to give this back to him.

The elevator door opened, and you pushed the card into your pocket for the time being. You nearly bumped into Rick the elevator guy as you stepped out. 

"Whoa, sorry, Rick!" you apologized.

"No worries. You should probably steer clear of the elevators for the time being, though. The one on the west wing fell from the fourth floor," he replied casually.

You exhaled. "Oh…"

What kind of person forgets their own favorite color?

You, apparently. As soon as you walked into the boutique you were met with all manner of gorgeous dresses in all colors and styles. You were hoping it would be a quick trip, but no. Doomfist needed to send you to the best damn place in the city. How dare he.

Your attention was caught by a sparkling necklace in a display case nearby. The chain was thin, like most necklaces, and the bale held a pendant in the shape of a bird. The iridescent shine of the piece reminded you of a starling's feathers.

At least this choice wasn't hard.

The dress was still giving you a headache, though. You swore you'd been looking for over an hour. You don't recall ever spending so much time picking out clothes in your life. Let a alone a dress. You hadn't worn one in years now. You never had a reason. Sure as hell did now.

You let out a frustrated huff and put another dress back on the rack.

"Awe, having trouble, amiga?"

"Jesus!" You whip around and see Sombra on the other side of the clothes rack, smirking over at you. "Sombra?"

She chuckled. "Hola."

"What are you doing here?" you asked, still trying to calm your heart.

"Just browsing. This place has a good selection. I'll definitely sneak back in after closing to collect."

"Mm. Well, at least you found something. I can't choose a dress for the life of me."

Sombra tsk'd. "C'mon, Doomfist isn't picky."

You felt your ears burn up again. "I'm—I'm not worried about that; I just. Well, there's a lot of options, so…"

"Well then, what's your favorite color?"

"…I forgot."

"Ha! And you're sure you're not worried about Doomfist's opinion?"

You didn't respond that time.

"Ay, don't worry about it. Just go to the VIP selection. I hear the good stuff's in there."

There was indeed a whole other section of the store. It was closed off; the walls were pitch black, and they even had an employee at the front to check before letting people inside. 

You look yourself over. Jeans, a t-shirt, a bruise you should really get looked at. You didn't match the usual description for a rich person. Hell, people had been giving you the side-eye since you walked into the boutique.

Sombra rolled her eyes. "The card."

"The card…? Oh!"

You pulled out Doomfist's card from your wallet.

"That's your ticket," Sombra said. "Now, go. I need to copy these serial numbers."

You've never gotten a dirtier look than the one you got from the entry clerk at the entrance to the VIP selection. Let's just say the disgusted-looking-up-and-down expression wasn't exclusive to movies. It was gone as soon as it came, and the clerk interlocked her fingers and put on her best customer service smile.

"Hello, how can I help you?"

"Hi, um," you handed her the card. "This'll get me in, right?"

The woman looked taken aback. She took the card, scanned it, then went wide-eyed at her screen. She quickly handed the card back to you and nodded. "Why, yes, of course. Hehe, go on in."

"Thanks."

"No issue, ma'am, and if you need anything, just holler."

"Will do."

You won't. Kiss ass.

So, time for round two of dress-hunting. You swear, how many outfits could they pack into one place?

You stopped in your tracks. Looking up at a pristine display case, a dress more gorgeous than any other. The neckline was low, but not too low, and still left plenty of room for the necklace you picked out. Sleeveless. The skirt was long but wasn't meant to touch the floor and had a slit to show off one leg. The best part: it was the perfect color!

"See something you like, ma'am?" another clerk walking about asked.

"Yes," you replied in a snap.

Friday arrived a bit too soon for your taste. You took the last couple of days learning to walk in heels again. How Widowmaker did it all the time was beyond you, but you got it down in time. Your hair was fixed up, your nails painted, bruise gone, and your makeup done. The dress was a perfect fit, and the necklace around your neck was the cherry on top. You knew you shouldn't worry about it too much, but damn, you hoped Doomfist liked it.

Your phone buzzed, and you swiped it up. Just as you feared, it was time to go. Taking a breath, you put your phone and other things inside your purse and headed out. You were meant to brief with Doomfist, Sombra, and Reaper first. So you headed to the meeting room from before. Along the way, getting many a compliment from other agents. Though they were definitely confused on why you were dressed like that in the first place.

You knocked on the meeting room doors again, being immediately buzzed in. Sombra was again the one to open the doors, and you blushed as you saw that smirk of hers form on her face. She was definitely going to make a fuss, and it began when she stepped out and guided you inside by the shoulders. "The guest of honor is here!" she announced. Reaper stood just in front of you two, blocking your view of Doomfist. "Move it." Sombra shoved him and pushed you forward as he growled.

Now, you stood in front of Doomfist. And he looked nice. A white suit. White. It was perfect for him.

You looked at the wall. You swore you heard Reaper snort.

"You two are dismissed," Doomfist said to Sombra and Reaper. "Remember the plan. Don't get sidetracked."

"Got it, boss," Sombra saluted.

Reaper grunted. The both of them left, leaving you and your very nicely dressed boss alone.

It took a moment, but you finally built up the courage to look at him again.

"You look--"

"You look--"

Ah, you'd cut each other off. A chuckle left the both of you. Doomfist gestured to you.

"You first," he said.

"Ah, um, you…" You took a breath. "You look really nice."

"Me? Have you seen yourself?" he asked, looking you up and down. "You are absolutely breathtaking."

"Thank you," you replied. Damn it all. Your ears were going to burn off at this rate. "And I appreciate you choosing me for this mission, Doomfist. Er—is Akande all right?"

He chuckled and held out his arm for you. "Akande is fine. Always fine."

You allowed your heart a moment before you linked your arm with his.

"Now, come. The car is waiting outside."

Akande led you through the back halls of the base. No more ogling eyes from other agents. The sun was setting by the time you stepped outside. Waiting for the two of you was a long black car. A limousine.

Akande opened the door for you. "Ladies first," he said. You climbed in, and he right after you. "Diver."

All it took was a word, and the car was off.

"You picked the perfect color for yourself," he said.

"Oh, thank you. There were a lot of options there," you replied, fiddling with the necklace you bought. Akande's eyes landed on it.

"Let me see that." He leaned over and gently took the starling pendant in his hand, examining it. He hummed, and you could feel his breath hit your chest. His smile shifted to more of a smirk as he looked back up at you. "Who told you I was fond of starlings?"

You swallowed. "Nobody. I just got lucky."

"Well, luck is certainly fond of you, isn't he?" He said, leaning back. "I hope I don't have competition."

A chuckle left you. "Are you saying you'd fight a concept over me?"

"Any man would," he replied.

As the car neared the Vishkar building, Akande pulled something out of a bag on the floorboard. A bag that matched the color of your dress.

"And this is for you."

"Wow, it's gorgeous," you said as you took it. "I hope it didn't set you back much."

A more boisterous laugh left him this time. Your face went red again. How'd you forget how loaded the man was already?

"Never mind," you pouted. In efforts to save your embarrassment, you changed the subject. "So, about the mission…"

"Yes, yes," he calmed. "There is a USB in your new bag. Once I find someone to plant it on, I'll tell you."

The car came to a stop outside of the entrance to the Vishakr building. 

"For now, we enjoy ourselves," he said.

Stepping out of the car, cameras flash, taking pictures of you and Akande. You ignored them, a bit too preoccupied with linking your arm with his again. The suit may have covered his muscular frame, but you damn sure could feel them.

And you were glad for it. Once you got inside the building itself, you and Akande were headed straight for an elevator. A godforsaken elevator. Your arm held his tighter as you two stepped inside, and he took notice.

"Not a fan?"

You squeezed your eyes shut. "No." 

He held your arm a bit tighter and brought you closer. "Do not worry. I've got you."

"Appreciated."

After what felt like an eternity, the elevator stopped on the top floor. The doors opened, and you breathed a sigh of utter relief, opening your eyes again. 

"See, you survived," Akande said, leading you out.

"I did," you nodded.

He led you through the room. The place was full of people you'd seen on the news for their achievements and ambitions. Vishkar didn't spare an invite for anyone. It made planting evidence harder. With so many eyes around, anyone could see her. And it wasn't like she was dressed subtly.

But Akande didn't seem concerned with that right now. He led you to a table, pulling out your chair and letting you sit down. A waiter brought over a couple drinks and menus, then left you two to think on your orders.

"Anything catch your eye, Starling?"

"Mmm, I'm stuck between the steak or the lobster," you replied. It took another few seconds to register the new nickname. "Wait, what did you call me?"

"You heard me," he gave a lopsided smile.

You quickly covered your face with the menu. You never expected your boss to be a tease. 

"I'm leaning toward the steak as well. Shall we try it together?"

You peeked over your menu, burning ears just in view. "Sure."

"And I'll be sure to get you some ice cream for dessert," he chuckled. Oh, this man was awful.

Yet every moment was enjoyed. You don't think you ever smiled this much at a dinner date. Akande, while normally your scary, ruthless boss, was nothing short of a gentleman. He asked you questions, and he answered your own. You left to go to the bathroom; he'd watch over your drink. Not that anyone would dare try to mess with you or him, but there's no reason to not be cautious.

After dinner, the main event of the gala began, with scientists and entrepreneurs coming onto the stage in front to announce their projects and products. Most were unimpressive, just new ways of documenting information and simple construction projects. It made you wonder what types of experimental designs Akande was so interested in in the first place.

The next person took the stage. A man in business attire and holding probably the snobbiest smirk you'd ever seen. You couldn't help but curl your nose in slight disgust when he spoke so highly of his new 'Carry-Coin' project.

"Mm," you grunted.

"You don't seem fond of that one," Akande said.

"I'm… not," you admitted.

"Good," he replied. "Because he is our man."

You smiled at that one, and Akande chuckled.

Finally the man's announcements came to a close, and he was given minimal praise from the rest of the guests. The lights remained dim, and music began to play. While other guests took to the floor, you and Akande remained seated. Waiting.

"You clumsy fuck!"

Your head whipped to the side. There the snob was, yelling at a poor waitress who'd tripped and spilled wine on his suit. He was rending into the poor girl, and anger welled in your chest.

"That's your cue," Akande whispered low into your ear. It didn't exactly calm you. 

So, with reddened ears, you got up, new bag on your shoulder, and approached the two.

"Goodness, you're a mess," gasped as you stepped up.

The man growled. "Yeah, and you can blame that one." He pointed his thumb to the waitress.

You waved your hands dismissively. 

"Ah, leave her be. Nothing some wet wipes can't fix up," you said. You nodded at the waitress, who scurried off right away.

The man pouted. You pulled out some wipes and took his sleeve. "Now, what's that face for? Lighten up." You smiled up at him. His own face reddened.

"Oh… fine. You're persuasive, lady."

"I'm not the only one. Your speech was impressive."

The man raised his head up high. "Wasn't it? I'm sure to make millions within the quarter, hehe." He looked down at you and smirked. "And you're more than welcome to it all, doll face."

Your nose twitched. It had never been harder not to punch someone.

"Oh, some wine got on your back, too. Here…" You went behind him, rubbing his shoulder and pulling the USB out of your bag with your other hand. You dropped it into his coat pocket. You could see Akande from where you were, and you nodded. You couldn't help but notice his gaze was a bit harder, though.

"There ya go," you said, tossing the wipes into a trashcan nearby.

"Thank you, doll face. You've saved my night."

He looked out onto the dance floor.

"Though a dance would certainly make it better…"

Before you could decline yourself, a big hand found its place on your waist. You looked up, slightly startled. Akande glared over your shoulder.

"Sorry," he spoke, his voice low and clearly not sorry. Dangerous. Like the boss you knew. "But she's already taken."

The man all but disappeared, shrinking into himself and shuffling off quickly. Akande's hand slipped from your waist, and you turned to look up at him. His eyes were still locked ahead.

"You, uh, really wanted to scare him off, huh?" you asked, trying to lighten him up.

"Yes," he replied.

Well, that didn't work.

It was your turn to look out at the dance floor, where people danced to a high-energy beat.

"Fair warning, I haven't danced in years, but…" you trailed, but still left your meaning clear.

He followed your gaze, and his face relaxed. "Don't worry," he said, taking your waist again. "I'm here, and I'm an excellent teacher."

There we go.

To your absolute astonishment, the high-energy music ended as soon as you and Akande stepped onto the floor and switched to a slower, more romantic song.

"Are you serious?" You deadpanned; your poor face was going to bake. Meanwhile, Akande let out that boisterous laugh of his, and he took one of your hands in his while you put the other on his shoulder.

"I told you, luck is on your side," he said.

"No, luck is your wingman."

"Then he and I have no reason to compete after all."

And so, swaying to the gentle rhythm, you finally gain the courage to look up at him without letting your face deter you.

"Gaining some confidence, finally?"

"A little. Could be the wine."

A chuckle left him again, and you could feel it rumble in his chest. One hand came to lift your chin. "Red or not, you make me look pale in comparison." With that, he leaned in and placed a chaste kiss on your cheek. Right where that once painful bruise had been.

Your face pressed into his chest. It was the reddest it had ever been.

Some time later, after your dance and promised dessert of Oreo ice cream. A sound came from the communicator in Akande's suit pocket.

"Boss, all blueprints secured and headed back to base," Sombra said.

Perfect timing. The festivities were ending, and people were already filtering out of the building.

"Very good. (Name) and I will make our way out."

You stood with him, collecting all your things, then took his arm again. He didn't even have to ask this time. You two made your way back to the devil that was the elevator, and while you went down, you spoke up.

"I know this was more for a mission and all… but I enjoyed myself tonight. So, thank you, Akande."

"Of course, Starling. This wouldn't have gone as smoothly without you, and I would have enjoyed myself far less."

The car hadn't arrived yet by the time you and Akande stepped outside. The night was late, and you shivered from the cool air.

"Cold?" Akande asked.

"Yep," you replied, rubbing your arms with your hands.

"Hm. Here."

The next moment his suit jacket was placed upon you. The damn thing practically ate you, but you nuzzled into it all the same. "Thanks," your muffled voice came.

When the car came, you and he piled in, both letting out tired sighs. A single word to the driver later and they were off back to base. A mighty yawn left you.

"You look like you're ready for bed," Akande chuckled.

"I am."

"Join me?"

Your face didn't have the energy to be red anymore. You simply placed your head on his shoulder. "Yeah…"

You were nearly asleep when you returned to base. You two went in the way you came out to avoid any agents on night shift. Just before you reached the elevator, you remembered something important.

"Oh, hold on!"

You rummaged through your bag and pulled out his card. "Here you go. I meant to give it back earlier."

He held out his hand, pausing you.

"Keep it. It's yours."

"Huh? Are you sure? I mean, it's your money," you replied.

He held out his arm as the elevator door opened. "Oh, please. I'm not going to miss one hundred thousand dollars anytime soon."

You linked your arm with his one more time. 

"How much?"

"You heard me."

Huh. And they say chivalry is dead.

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Sombra set the communicator down on the dented table, in her other hand, a set of colorful cards. A lot of them.

Reaper placed a red four on top of a red three.

"Uno," came Reaper's amused voice. Sombra quickly fell into a string of Spanish curses before flopping back in her chair.

"(Name) gets to go to a gala while we are stuck here at base." She crossed her arms, pulling a green four from the deck and feeling her nose twitch. They never had to steal anything in the first place. Nothing but garbage is ever announce at the Vishkar Gala.

Reaper shrugged. "You helped her."

"That was a coincidence. I didn't know the bag would match her dress. I gave to Doomfist to help him."

"Whatever. Also, "Reaper placed his last card on the pile, "I win."

"Oh, you—!" No. No, we have time for one more!"

"No. I'm done playing."

"Come onnn!" she whined. She looked around and pulled another game off the shelf. "I have New Phone Who Dis!"

Reaper sighed. "Fine, but don't post anything like last time."

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There you go! Hope yall liked it! This will also show up on my AO3 later! Link in pinned post on my profile! Likes and reblogs are appreciated!

[falinesimagines]

Ramattra x reader wip, can be read platonically or romantically.

I don't have a beta reader so my apologies for any bad grammer or spelling... (⁠-⁠_⁠-⁠;⁠)

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Tw ; none

Sfw

You're walking home after a night out, it's dark, quiet ; you'd be lying if you said you weren't at least a little uneasy. Your trepidation isn't helped by a loud crackling sound coming out of an alleyway to your left.

Despite the strength of your fear, your curiosity ultimately wins the battle and you peer into the darkness, a faint red glow can be seen a little further in and -against your better judgment- you walk in.

An omnics body lays slumped against the wall, its head tilts just slightly upwards. The movement looks arduous and it can't hold it for long. You take a look around, your uncle has told you of omnics pretending to be in need of help just so others can jump out and ambush you during the war.

The omnic tries to speak, you get an idea of what it's voice sounds like but the voice box is so damaged that it just comes out in gargled cracks and pops. A voice in the back of your head is telling you that you could fix this omnic, you mostly work on cars and electronics but you know an omnic isn't too different...

omnics are dangerous, you've been told that all your life, seen it on the news and the papers but you've also watched first hand as omnics are torn apart in the streets, shot in the head by hidden snipers. You can't just leave it here, can you?

You step closer, it's dark but you can see well enough. Some limbs have been torn off, wires stick out of holes and spark occasionally, there's cracks in it's faceplate and the red lights on it's forehead flicker.

“Are… are you okay..?” You know the answer, of course you do, you're not stupid but you still feel the need to ask “No- of course not.” you answer your own question, mentally punching yourself for even asking.

Your eyes dart around the closed in space, you doubt anyone or anything is waiting for you in here but the thought can't leave your mind. You certainly weren't expecting to come across this, especially not tonight after going out partying with friends.

You consider just walking, leaving it here and letting it slowly lose whatever chance of life it has left. It's not like anyone would know, most perks wouldn't even judge you but that rotten serpent called basic human decency has already wrapped itself around you and any attempt to escape would be futile. The guilt alone would probably kill you.

You take a deep breath. Just close your eyes for a moment or two and think this through. You have the means and capability to fix this, probably even restore it back to its original state, before it was just a hunk of sparking, gurgling metal.

“Ca-can you stand?” There's no reply, obviously, you weren't expecting one ; you assume it can still hear you though, it's been reacting to you even if only in small ways. After a few minutes of silence you begin to doubt yourself but the omnic begins trembling. It's body shakes as it slowly lifts itself up to stand, leant against the wall and hunched over it's almost a foot taller than you. At least you think so, it's dark and you're not the best at eyeballing height.

“Right- uhm…” the height and size is kind of intimidating “can you walk?”

One step forward and the omnic is toppling over,

[madamsnape921]

Chained Desires

Pairing: Roadhog x female reader 

Note:  smut, no YN used

WC: 598

Winter Bingo square: New Years Resolution

Taglist: @storiesofsvu

The weight of the hook around your neck is a constant reminder of your submission, connected to a cold, unyielding chain that sends shivers down your spine. "I'm sorry, Daddy. I'll do better," you say with a trembling voice.

SWAT. A large hand lands forcefully on your left ass cheek and then again on the right. The thin jeans covering your bottom offer little protection from the impact, but it's not the stinging pain that bothers you - it's the way the hook jerks and tugs at your neck as a result of the hits.

Why am I outside in the snow without a shirt? You think, straining against the restraints on your neck and back. Your hands feel numb under the weight pressing down on them.

"What did you do this time, piglet?" Roadhog's voice growls through his mask.

"I forgot to write in my gratitude journal and drink water," you sigh.

Roadhog grins behind his mask as he peels off your jeans, revealing your bare, round ass to the moonlight. He grabs onto the chain harness and pulls it tight, causing strain in your neck. Then, he loosens his grip and slowly lays the chain across your spine, taking care to wrap it around your waist and let it dangle over your exposed bottom.

"You want it, don't you? You little runt," Roadhog taunts as he walks behind you and pulls on the chain, bringing you closer to him. With one swift motion, he lifts you up off the ground and sets you back down.

"Piglet plaything," Roadhog laughs maniacally.

He lines himself up with your holes once again. In one smooth movement, he slides into you.

"Mmm...you're so warm," he groans.

"Daddy...it's so cold out here. Can we please go inside?" you plead.

Roadhog just laughs mechanically as he slowly begins to thrust into you.

"That's not funny, Daddy," you moan. "I'm cold and...oh fuck...I need you deeper inside me. Please..."

"Shhh, Piglet," Roadhog whispers as he fully hilted inside of you. As he moves with a slow and steady pace, your body gives in to him. You collapse onto the grass, supported by your midsection as Roadhog holds onto the harness that keeps you up. Feeling his cock twitch inside of you, you can't help but let out a satisfied moan as he breeds you before gently lowering you to the ground.

As Roadhog pulls out, you can feel his hot cum leaking out of you. "Oh, Daddy, I can feel it running down my legs," you whimper.

Roadhog grins and spits on your back, causing you to shudder at the cold contact. He raises his hand again and brings it down hard on both of your cheeks.

"You enjoy that feeling, don't you?" he growls.

You nod, unable to deny the pleasure-pain mix that courses through your body. "Yes, Daddy," you say softly.

He spanks you again, harder this time, and then reaches between your legs to rub gently at your entrance. Your whole body quivers as he spreads his cum around inside of you.

"That's my good piglet," he coos. "Now let's go inside where it's nice and warm...and where we can do this again, but this time with more toys."

As Roadhog leads you back inside, you can't help but feel a sense of relief at the warmth and safety that awaits you. But there's also anticipation, excitement even, as you imagine what kind of toys he might have in store for you. You shiver, not just from the cold, but from the thrill of the unknown.

[hyperfixated-homo]

Drunk Daze

Summary:

And all at once, he is stunned yet again to stillness, as Hanzo presses his lips to his face plate. He does not move for a moment more. Then his head jerks to look Hanzo in the eyes, and- Another mock kiss, pressed to the seam where purple and white meet. Where Ramattra's lips would be, if he had any. He doesn't. But his mind sparks as if he did. He makes some sort of noise, flustered and illegible, Hanzo giggles- honestly giggles- mouth barely hair's breadth away from Ramattra's face, and then he's kissing him more. Little pecks along every part of Ramattra he can reach. Gentle and, dare he say, loving.

Note:

GIVE HIM!!! AFFECTION!!! VERY self indulgent and I don't care <3 they deserve it!! And I felt like I needed to write something sweet after the angst monster that was my last fic. Enjoy!

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/63583498

[msmargarita]

A Junkrat x Artist!Reader Multichapter!

Chapter 4!

This could be considered a date under different circumstances.

Chapters: 4/13 Fandom: Overwatch (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Junkrat | Jamison Fawkes/Reader Characters: Reader, Junkrat | Jamison Fawkes, Roadhog | Mako Rutledge, Widowmaker | Amélie Lacroix Additional Tags: Reader-Insert, Female Reader, Romance, Comedy, Light Angst, Plot, Explicit Language, Implied mental illness, Canon-Typical Violence, Fantasy and Fictional Setting Racism, Alcohol, crime!, Hijinks & Shenanigans, Cartoon Physics, Minor Original Character(s), rich people doing rich people shit, Lady and The Tramp Coded?, King Jamison Skin guest appearance

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: Jamieson Fawkes doesn't have a whole lot going on. He decides to play a video game. Maybe he'll make a friend. Or something like that.

Author: ArmsShanks

[whackacole3]

Arms of Understanding

Initially, Cole and Jamison only became friends because of their shared loss over their arms, but over time they grew closer together and began to form an incredible bond together.

[vthewriter1121]

Beyond the stars

Juno x Fem reader

Anthem for a seventeen year old (Chapter three)

I was ever so amazed, surrounded by the vastness of space within a giant inflatable dome that projected mesmerizing constellations and stars. Sitting beside me was my best friend, Juno, the only other girl in our fifth-grade class who shared my fascination with space. Her striking purple hair shimmered under the dim light, and her brown eyes were fixed intently on the image of the red planet displayed above us. As we sat in the cool interior of the dome during our summer camp, I couldn't help but wonder what captivated her about Mars.

"One day I'm gonna be an astronaut," Juno declared suddenly, turning to me with a determined gleam in her eyes.

"Then I’m gonna see the universe and everything." Her excitement was contagious, and I couldn't help but smile as I lay on the gym floor, gazing up at the stars twinkling above us.

Leaning closer, Juno caught my attention, and suddenly, I found myself lost not in the stars but in her gaze. Her eyes seemed to reflect the very constellations we admired, and her long, radiant purple hair resembled a galaxy dotted with stars.

"What if you come with me, Y/N?" Juno asked, her voice filled with hopeful anticipation.

"Imagine if we could figure out how to live on another planet. Would you go?" Her question hung in the air, and I closed my eyes briefly, imagining the possibilities. Then, reaching a conclusion, I opened my eyes to find Juno still gazing up at Mars.

"I wouldn't know," I answered softly as Juno slowly turned to me.

"I have a good life here with the people I care about, especially with you. I like how things are, and I appreciate my life on Earth. Besides, what if something happens to that planet? Personally, I wouldn't want to be among the first to live on a planet that isn't Earth," I added thoughtfully .Juno slowly lay back next to me on the gym floor. Her eyes never left the simulated Martian landscape above us.

"Could it really be all that bad?" Juno mused softly, a thoughtful hum escaping her lips. "What if you get that chance and your well-being is okay? Wouldn't it be amazing to live among the stars? Take Mars, for example," she continued, pointing towards the distant red planet.

"The gravity is lighter, and we could live in pods that produce oxygen since the atmosphere there is gas." She let out a giggle. "And we could bounce around in spacesuits too!"

Her playful enthusiasm was infectious, and I couldn't help but smile at her excitement. Juno reached out and gently took my hand, and together, we lay there in the peaceful silence of the dome, contemplating the vastness of space and the possibilities it held for us.

"It does sound thrilling," I admitted, squeezing her hand in return. "Living on Mars would definitely be an adventure. Exploring new things , bouncing around in spacesuits, and discovering what life could be like beyond Earth—it's a tempting thought."

Juno grinned back at me, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of determination and wonder. "We could be space rangers , Y/N," she said softly. "Imagine the discoveries we could make, the places we could explore."

As we lay there, hand in hand, looking up at the stars and envisioning a future, time seemed to stand still. Little did we know then that our dreams would lead us on different paths.

[Time Skip - Six Years Later]

The soft glow of a desk lamp cast a warm light across Juno's bedroom, where we now sat surrounded by textbooks and notes. The chatter of our conversation filled the air as we discussed the upcoming assignments due after winter break.

"Who the heck would assign work over break? It's so stupid!" Juno exclaimed, her voice carrying a hint of exasperation.

I chuckled, flipping through the pages of my textbook. "I know, right? It feels like they're trying to sabotage our holidays."

Juno leaned back against her pillows, her purple hair spilling over the sheets as she sighed dramatically. "Well, at least we have each other to suffer through it," she said with a grin ,and I nodded in agreement.

"So, any plans for after graduation?" Juno asked, changing the subject as she started sketching on her homework.

I shrugged, pondering the question. "I'm still figuring that out. Maybe grad school or going to community college depending."

Juno nodded thoughtfully, her expression distant for a moment. "I've been thinking about applying to be the first person on Mars. For that one big company since they were looking for volunteers." she admitted quietly.

I felt myself freeze for a minute. As much as I felt proud of her, I wanted to tell her not to leave. All I could manage to muster out was.

“Oh....... really?”

Juno looked up from her sketch, her eyes searching mine. "Yeah," she said softly. "It's a huge opportunity, you know? To be part of something historic."

"Yeah, it definitely is," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady despite the swirl of emotions inside me.

Silence settled between us, punctuated only by the scratch of Juno's pencil on paper. The weight of her words hung in the air, and I struggled to find the right ones to say. Part of me wanted to encourage her dream, to see her reach for the stars as she always had. But another part of me feared the prospect of her leaving, I felt this gut-wrenching ache in my belly ,and the feeling was a feeling I'd never forget.

"Juno," I began, my voice barely above a whisper, "what if something goes wrong? What if..." I trailed off, unable to voice the deepest fears that gripped my heart.

She set her pencil down and reached across the small distance between us, taking my hand in hers. I blushed slightly at the warmth of her touch, feeling a mix of comfort and apprehension swirling within me. Her thumb gently rubbed the back of my hand, a soothing gesture that spoke volumes of her understanding and empathy.

"I know it's scary," she said softly, her gaze unwavering. "But I've thought about this for a long time. I believe in the company, and I believe in myself."

Her voice was like a gentle caress, soothing yet stirring up a whirlwind of emotions within me. Juno's kindness and determination had always been constants in my life, but now, faced with the possibility of her leaving, I felt a weight settle in my chest. The thought of not being able to touch her, to talk, to laugh, to share moments with her for years, was almost unbearable.

She was my best friend, my confidante, the person who knew me better than anyone else. And yet, a few months ago, I had come to realize that I wanted her to be more than that. The fear of losing her had kept me from confessing my feelings, afraid that revealing them would jeopardize everything we had built together.

"If you are picked, promise me you will tell me," I said softly, my voice tinged with vulnerability.

Now, as she sat beside me, her presence a comforting anchor in the storm of my thoughts, I couldn't help but cherish every moment we had. Even if it meant keeping the title of her best friend, I knew I would rather have that than nothing at all.

Juno scooted closer, wrapping me in a warm hug. Her embrace was reassuring, a silent promise of solidarity and understanding. "Of course, Y/N," she murmured against my shoulder. "I promise I'll tell you everything.”

[ovwechoes]

hello i love love love ur writing sm like omg it’s absolutely godly, anywho i was wondering if you could do zenyatta x fem! s/o (can be sfw or nsfw, just desperate for zen content)

Secret Identity with Zenyatta x Reader Thank you for the request anon! It's under the cut, and I hope you enjoy it c: Themes: gn reader, unestablished relationship, hidden feelings, enemy! reader, healing. Word count: 1437

As you staggered towards the doors of the monastary, your mind was already conjuring your newest excuse. You always had to, to keep your identity safe from your supposed ‘enemy’. A part of you wished you could be honest, open with the monk that stayed behind the closed door infront of you. But how would you explain that your injuries were, and always had been, from your missions with Talon? How would you cope with losing his caring touch because of your job? Maybe he would understand, but you couldn't risk that.

And so, you eventually found yourself infront of the familiar door. Cracks were building into the wood, reminding you of it's fragility as you now held your arm in a desperate attempt to comfort yourself. The pain was growing more unbearable, as your body's strength was being spent rapidly. Your eyes were lidden fast, with your vision blurring as you held a fist to it's familiar spot against the door. One, two, three knocks were enough to bring attention to you. You hoped, prayed even, that the omnic behind it would cure your ills as you felt your mind grow blank. As the door creaked open, you watched your vision go black and your mind succumb to the pain with your body dropping to the cold, cobble ground beneath you.

Suddenly, you awoke to the comforting feeling of metal against your skin. Your body had sunk into the linen bedding that lay underneath you, supporting your weight as your eyes fluttered open. Your vision still blurred, still unable to make out which monk was tasked with healing your wounds this time. But your body already knew, by the way it never jumped when the cold metallic fingers touched your wounds in their own methodical, precise manner. You stayed still as you met your mind catch up with itself - something you had to do every time you found yourself in this position.

“Welcome back.” the omnic above you hummed, his voice vibrating through his constructed vocal chords. Your ears took no time with figuring out who was tending to you, analysing the way their phrase was melodic in tone and soothing to hear.

You couldn't bring yourself to reply, letting the omnic focus on your body instead of idle chat. It was easier this way; it allowed you to hide your excuse for longer, and keep yourself clean of the guilt of lying to someone you valued deeply. It was for the best, you always told yourself, and so your chosen silence was necessary right now. And it seemed the omnic had noticed by now.

“Ah, silence can be a powerful form of communication.” the omnic spoke, as you closed your eyes. You prepared your mind for his words, refusing to give up on the comfort of avoiding speaking right now. You listened as he paused, his fans humming gently and his hands presumably moving to more of his anasthetic oitments and balms. You knew him too well by now, and were ready to be treated as you always had been. The omnic's fans increased as he mimicked an inhale, before continuing.

“Please, take your time to find your words. I am here to listen.” he murmured softly, letting his words sink into your ears and ease you into peaceful bliss. He had a special way of calming you, trusting you to do what you needed right now. You kept your eyes closed instinctively - were you avoiding the conversation, or simply too scared to lie to the omnic that you had grown so familiar with by now? You didn't know, and you didn't want to find out either.

You lay softly as you let him continue working on your wounds. With every step of his care, you found yourself drifting into the past. You couldn't help but be reminded of your first encounter with him by how steady his hands were as he massaged the numbing balm into your skin. You had met him by mistake of course, and learned of his name that night as he stitched your knife wounds without further questioning. Zenyatta, he told you was what he called himself, and he encouraged you to learn that name and rely on him in the future. That's where your connection to him started, and your mind replayed the moments spent together from there onwards as he continued healing your ills.

But suddenly, sharply, you jolted from the pain of the antisceptic ointment meeting the open wound laying on your ribcage. Eyes widening, you finally looked onwards with your heart pounding in your chest. It brought you back to reality as though the pain pulled you from the nostalgia back here, underneath the omnic and at his whim. It reminded you of how far you had come with Zenyatta, how much you relied on his care and yet how painful the process was each and every time. Your body jumped upwards, sitting up in response to the stinging pain that seeped into you seemingly endlessly. Zenyatta was quick to move his hand to your stomach, holding it there gently as he met your stare.

“Your pain is but a moment, and it does not define you.” he began, his voice medolic and instrumental to calming your racing heart. You let yourself enjoy the comforting, cold feeling of his metal hand holding your bare stomach as you let him continue.

“Breathe deeply; I am here to help you find your strength.” Zenyatta said, as his hand remained firm against your body. You felt yourself calming, doing as instructed and breathing heavily and shakily in, and out. Over and over. He mimicked this too, making sure to never leave you behind nor alone. He may not be human, but he will always make sure that you feel united in these moments however he could.

Zenyatta watched carefully as you breathed, your mind slowing and the pain dulling with each passing breath. You watched him analyse your state, ensuring you were ready to continue. A simple nod from you was enough for his hand to push you back down against the bed firmly, but gently. His hand moved slowly down your stomach, leaving you with goosebumps as though your body anticipated this, and maybe more, before moving back to the oitnment that had inflicted you.

Your skin missed his touch quickly, as your eyes stayed open this time and watched the ceiling above you. It was wooden, decorated with fabric that adorned symbols, colours and messages for the monks. No one ever talks about how beautiful the monastary is, you thought, as you mentally prepared yourself for the stinging pain to return.

But, it ceased to return. The omnic above you was seemingly still, never meeting your skin with their fingers covered in ointment again. You were left to watch the ceiling above you, with the anticipating lingering within your mind and stirring your anxiety even more. It was suffocating, laying there with nothing to see of the omnic, and so you couldn't stop yourself from sitting up and seeing exactly what he was still and silent for.

When you did, you were met with him looking up from his hands, faceplate meeting your stare as you were left on the spot by him. You finally noticed what was in his hands, and your heart sunk - it was your ID badge for Talon's headquarters. You must've left it in your pocket, you thought, as you felt your mind cloud with fear and worry. You had been caught by him, and were left with him staring at you as his oily hands held the card in his lap.

“Zen, I can explain-”

“There is no need. I'm in no place to judge the walks of life you have come from, but I would have appreciated honesty, first and foremost.” He interrupted, refusing to let you continue as his words created more guilt within yourself. You had to sit with this, and let him process this for a mere moment. It ate you alive now, and you didn't know what to do.

“Does this change anything? You know, between us?” you asked.

“No, it does not.” he replied. His tone was less melodic, and he turned away as he spoke to obscure himself from you. Zenyatta was always understanding, but a part of you felt that this might be too much, now. He mimicked another inhale, before continuing to speak to you.

"I see the truth now, though it brings a weight to my heart. You are caught in shadows, yet my feelings for you remain unshaken."

[ovomoy]

Chapters: 2/4 Fandom: Overwatch (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bastion & Ganymede (Overwatch), Bastion & Torbjörn Lindholm Characters: Bastion (Overwatch), Ganymede (Overwatch), Torbjörn Lindholm Additional Tags: author still doesn't know how to tag this series, No beta we die like mne, Ganymede is a good friend, Language Barrier, Torbjorn tries his best, Bastion just wants to make friends, Author Is Sleep Deprived Series: Part 5 of Something Old, Something New Summary:

After their meeting, Bastion and Torbjorn try to make sense of each other.

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Haven’t been posting about these little fics I have been writing on the side. So here it is, this thing exists.

[xmoonlitxdreamx]

hi i’m like really new to the fandom and am obsessed with roadrat and specifically junkrat, do you have any fanfic/author or artist recommendations 👉👈

Sure! I mostly only know artists, I don't read a ton of fanfiction. Some roadrat/junkrat artists I know of are:

@/nudziarino

@/wachtelspinat

@/mefjeff

@/parasitecompany (tho I don't think they draw much ovw anymore)

@/renelie (multiship)

@/transjunkrat (multiship, mainly boombox)

Also I recommend just using the search bar on tumblr & browsing the roadrat and junkrat tags! There's a lot of stuff from over the years, and if you wanna see the artists that are still active you can organize it by "latest." (sorry kinda self-explanatory tbh but this is what i do when i wanna see new art and stuff)

For fics, I'm not as familiar with the authors & who's still active... I don't have a huge attention span for reading and tbh I mostly read 18+ fic if I read fic at all so idk what to recommend dkfnjsdfndsn;; In particular I really liked "A place to stand." by Orphan on AO3, tho. (has some explicit scenes but not necessarily the only focus)

hope this helps!

[falinesimagines]

Ramattra x reader wip that I've given up on, the thought process to sleep in the alley may seem strange but the reader has been drinking ^_^

˚₊‧꒰ა . ——— ˗ˏˋ ✮ ˎˊ˗ ——— ˖ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

You're walking home after a night out, it's dark, quiet ; you'd be lying if you said you weren't at least a little uneasy. Your trepidation isn't helped by a loud crackling sound coming out of an alleyway to your left. You jump at the sudden sound with a small yelp.

Despite the strength of your fear, your curiosity ultimately wins the battle and you peer into the darkness, a faint red glow can be seen a little further in and -against your better judgment- you walk in.

An omnics body lays slumped against the wall, its head tilts just slightly upwards. The movement looks arduous and it can't hold it for long. You take a look around, your uncle has told you of omnics pretending to be in need of help just so others can jump out and ambush you during the war.

The omnic tries to speak, you get an idea of what it's voice sounds like but the voice box is so damaged that it just comes out in gargled cracks and pops. A voice in the back of your head is telling you that you could fix this omnic, you mostly work on cars and electronics but you know an omnic isn't too different...

omnics are dangerous, you've been told that all your life, seen it on the news and the papers but you've also watched first hand as omnics are torn apart in the streets, shot in the head by hidden snipers. You can't just leave it here, can you?

You step closer, it's dark but you can see well enough. Some limbs have been torn off, wires stick out of holes and spark occasionally, there's cracks in it's faceplate and the red lights on it's forehead flicker.

“Are… are you okay..?” You know the answer, of course you do, you're not stupid but you still feel the need to ask “No- of course not.” you answer your own question, mentally punching yourself for even asking.

Your eyes dart around the closed in space, you doubt anyone or anything is waiting for you in here but the thought can't leave your mind. You certainly weren't expecting to come across this, especially not tonight after going out partying with friends.

You consider just walking, leaving it here and letting it slowly lose whatever chance of life it has left. It's not like anyone would know, most people wouldn't even judge you but that rotten serpent called basic human decency has already wrapped itself around you and any attempt to escape would be futile. The guilt alone would probably kill you.

You take a deep breath. Just close your eyes for a moment or two and think this through. You have the means and capability to fix this, probably even restore it back to its original state, before it was just a hunk of sparking, gurgling metal.

“Ca-can you stand?” There's no reply, obviously, you weren't expecting one ; you assume it can still hear you though, it's been reacting to you even if only in small ways. After a few minutes of silence you begin to doubt yourself but the omnic begins trembling. It's body shakes as it slowly lifts itself up to stand, leant against the wall and hunched over it's almost a foot taller than you. At least you think so, it's dark and you're not the best at eyeballing height.

“Right- uhm…” the height and size is kind of intimidating “can you walk?”

One step forward and the omnic is toppling over, you yelp and try to step out of the way but you, unfortunately, ended up getting the short end of the stick when it came to fight or flight and you freeze like a deer in headlights. You hiss in pain when you're basically crushed between the machine and the wall.

“Guess not.” You groan, using what little drunken strength you have at the moment to push it off of you. It's back against the wall and you flinch at the sound of scraping as it slides down. “Right… well… let me think for a moment.” You scratch the back of your head.

“Okay… I could grab my truck.” You suggest it as if the omnic were meant to reply and help find a solution “But that's illegal right now.” You slump down against the wall across from the omnic “Maybe I sleep it off and come back in the morning? You're not going anywhere right?” You could've sworn you heard a robotic sigh at that.

Maybe you could call someone to pick up your keys and drive the pickup for you. But all the people you know are either fast asleep by now, absolutely hammered or both. Sleeping off your current inebriated state did sound good right now… but you couldn't just leave this poor thing here just so you could get some (much needed) shut eye.

After a few more minutes of your guttered mind trying to envision some bright idea you snap your fingers “Right! I got it!” The omnics head picks up just barely at your sudden outburst “I'll sleep here.” It's head drops back down again immediately “Then I won't have to leave you here by yourself and I'll be able to sleep off these drinks.” There's a proud smile on your face until you hear a deep crackling that you could only imagine to be a groan. “It was between that and drunk driving.” You mutter in an attempt to defend yourself.

You look around the dingy alley, a grimace on your face. This really isn't the most ideal place to be sleeping, there wouldn't be much surprise if you woke up cuddling a rat and went home with some long forgotten disease that was thought to have been cured decades ago. You sigh, but a small price to pay to save a life (hopefully).

“So uhm… goodnight then?” A slightly awkward smile forces its way onto your lips

[madamsnape921]

Thrill of the Descent

Pairing: Roadhog x female reader 

Note:  p in v sex, no YN used

WC: 815

Winter Bingo square: Sledding (fic and art lol)

Taglist: @storiesofsvu

“Mako!” You scream and cling to Roadhog's neck as he uses his hook to pull the both of you back up the hill. 

Roadhog lets out a booming laugh and holds you even closer to him. 

“That was just as exhilarating as going down.” 

Roadhog snorts, but you can tell he's enjoying your company. 

“Oh, come on now, get your mind out of the gutter. You know what I meant. Let’s go again!”

As you climbed onto the sled, Roadhog settled in behind you and wrapped his arms around you. With a swift push from his strong arms, the two of you zoomed down the hill together.

You couldn't help but laugh at the exhilarating ride. When you reached the bottom, Roadhog reached out to touch your cold cheek.

"Cold," he remarked before picking up the sled.

"Let's go again!" You pleaded, excited for another run.

But Roadhog shook his head. He was never one to say much.

Instead, he pointed towards the horizon where the sun was beginning to set, casting a warm golden glow over the snowy landscape. You followed his gaze and felt a sense of peace wash over you.

You nodded in agreement, feeling grateful for this unexpected adventure with the usually stoic man. As you trekked back up the hill, the fading light painted the snow in shades of pink and orange, creating a breathtaking scene around you.

When you finally reached the top, you turned to Roadhog, a smile playing on your lips. "Thank you for today," you said sincerely.

Roadhog huffed in response but there was a small twinkle in his eye that told you he appreciated your words.

As you made your way back to the hideout, you couldn't shake off the feeling of contentment that settled in your heart. And as you glanced at Roadhog trudging beside you, you knew that despite his gruff exterior, he was a kindred spirit who had found a place in your heart. The bond forged through the thrill of the snowy slopes was one that would endure, a silent understanding between two unlikely companions.

Back at the hideout, you settled by the crackling fire, the warmth seeping into your bones after a day of frosty adventures. Roadhog sat across from you.

"You're not so bad," he grunted, his voice rough but laced with a hint of fondness.

You chuckled softly, feeling a sense of camaraderie with this enigmatic man. "You're not too shabby yourself, big guy."

Roadhog lovingly ran his hand through your hair. "Mmm, Mako," you moaned in delight.

You stood up and led the way to your shared bedroom, with Mako following close behind. As soon as the door shut, he passionately pressed you against it, locking his lips onto yours. His hands quickly removed your shirt and bra, exposing your bare chest. He then moved down to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses until he reached your breast and sucked on your nipple.

Your fingers tangled in his hair as his hands worked on undoing your tight jeans. He slid them off your legs and wasted no time in teasing your clit with his skilled fingers.

"Ugh," Roadhog pulled away from your breast. "Why are these jeans so tight?" He tugged at them roughly until they were off and discarded on the floor.

"I think it's just because of your big, beautiful hands."

"Haha!" He thrust a finger inside you, pumping it in and out before adding two more fingers.

"Mako!" you cried out in pleasure.

"Get that pretty ass on the bed right now," he demanded.

You eagerly complied, removing any remaining clothing as Roadhog did the same and joined you on the bed.

He grabbed hold of one of your ankles and pulled you closer, lining himself up at your entrance and slowly sliding inside of you before coming to a stop.

"You look so amazing when you're filled with me," he murmured.

"Please...please fuck me," you begged, desperate for more.

Without hesitation, Roadhog began moving slowly, savoring every moment.

"I will, my sweet girl," he whispered huskily.

He withdrew and then plunged back in, repeating the motion over and over again.

"I'm going to come, Mako," you moaned. "Join me, baby, fill me up."

With Roadhog's help, you reached your peak together, releasing a deep growl of pleasure.

"QUIET DOWN IN THERE YOU TWO!!!" Junkrat hollered from outside the door.

You both burst into laughter while cleaning up the aftermath of your passionate encounter.

As you drifted off to sleep that night, the image of Roadhog's unique blend of strength and unexpected tenderness lingered in your mind, filling you with a sense of gratitude for the bond that had formed between two unlikely allies. The adventures in the snow had only been the beginning, and you knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, you would face them together with Roadhog by your side.

[hyperfixated-homo]

Duty, Control

Summary

Hanzo is a good son, a good brother, the next leader of the Shimada clan. His life has never been unkind to him. He does his duty with no complaints, and he embraces what his future may hold. --- Hanzo has been tired for as long as he can remember. He does not know when he started hurting, only that it never seemed to stop. He does his duty, until he can't.

Note:

This is your warning to read the tags before reading the fic itself. There are a lot of major TWs included (let me know if I missed any). This is not a happy fic. At least, it won't be unless I write a healing chapter. Take care of yourself! And if you at any point feel like Hanzo does in this fic, know that you are loved, and that hurting yourself is never the answer.

Side note, I call Hanzo and Genji's mother Shimada Rumiko in this fic. It's been used by others in the fandom before and I quite like it, so that's what we're going with.

Thank you to my brilliant beta BreezeHurricane, who threatened me multiple times during the reading of this fic <3 my lovely, silly best friend.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/63391570

[msmargarita]

A Junkrat x Artist!Reader Multichapter!

Chapter 3!

You go to a shitty party.

Chapters: 3/13 Fandom: Overwatch (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Junkrat | Jamison Fawkes/Reader Characters: Reader, Junkrat | Jamison Fawkes, Roadhog | Mako Rutledge, Widowmaker | Amélie Lacroix Additional Tags: Reader-Insert, Female Reader, Comedy, Romance, Explicit Language, Implied mental illness, Hijinks & Shenanigans, Cartoon Physics, Crime, rich people doing rich people shit, Bickering, Minor Original Character(s), King Jamison Skin guest appearance, lady and the tramp coded? question mark?, Friendship, Alcohol, Canon-Typical Violence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Plot