#tracer x fem reader

[moira-mains-go-to-hell]

NSFW Overwatch Women Headcannons and Drabbles Part Two

Warnings/ Mentions: Bondage, Breeding Kink, Cum filled Strap on, Shower Sex, Cougars, a very uncomfortable stand off with Pharah, Wax/ Temperature play, Breath play, Hair Pulling, voyeurism, guided masturbation, experimentalism

Includes: Brigitte, Zarya, Mei, Ana, Sojourn, Sombra, Tracer and Symettra

Brigitte

Top, submissive. Does not like control.

Loves to be tied up and taken care of. Enjoys the size difference between the two of you. The fact that she literally bench presses your weight and more, but you bring her to her knees and make her beg to fuck you is such a big turn on for her

Breeding kink, she wants a big family. May not be able to give you one but she will sure fuck you like she can. She definitely has a cum strap that she begs to fuck you with.

You straddled her waist, book placed on her chest as her strap filled every inch of your pussy.

“If you keep moving it won’t get any better for you,” you glanced up at the larger woman, drinking in the pained look in her eyes as she struggled against her bindings.

“No more teasing, please! I was so good today,” her pleas made your chest feel warm. To hear her beg, just to please you, made any hardens you attempted to retain falter.

“Stop being cute, I’m trying to be mean,” you smirk down at her, closing the book and tossing it to the side. You undid the bonds around her wrists and immediately found yourself being flipped over, Brigitte’s form overshadowing your whole body.

“Don’t get too excited, I can put you right back where you were. Now, be a good girl and cum inside me.”

Zarya

Stone Top, like pharah, not all that into dynamics.

Into shower sex. Y’all are work out buddies, it’s definite to happen post work out as a “cool down”

Very into body worship. Your pleasure comes first and 100% focuses on that.

“Slow down, we just finished back and chest, no need to be so rough,” you smile as your back hit the tiled shower wall, your lips immediately being taken captive by the Russian in front of you.

“I know, but I just can’t help myself, you know what you do to me,” her hands went to your thighs, picking you up like you where made of air. You wrapped your legs around the larger woman, your arms making their way around her neck.

“Make it quick, we need to be at a meeting in 20.”

“I only need 10.”

Mei

Bottom, submissive. You would think she is the perfect sun but no, she is definitely a brat, and the sneaky kind too.

She definitely loves riling you up in public, knowing you can’t do anything till you get somewhere private.

As ironic as it is, she likes temperature play. Wax and Ice are common favorites of hers.

“How’s my favorite scientist?” You entered the EcoPoint lab with wide arms and a smile.

“She’s good but could be better,” you didn’t catch the mischief in her grin as she approached you, returning your gesture. Once in your embrace, she pulls you close by your neck, “i could be better with you inside me.”

Her blatant brazenness caught you off guard, it always did, “Mei!” You let go of her, smacking her shoulder lightly, “we are at work!”

Ana

Switch, Vers. She has been on this earth way to long to be picky, she enjoys connection within it more than anything but is down for anything.

I feel like she would have been wild in her younger years. Very dominant and would probably have left you speechless, but has grown a lot more mellow with her age. Now, will she pull some shit that would make your eyes widen every now and then? Yes, but that is just her in general.

She is a Cougar. 1000%. She would definitely say something like “your youth reminds me of my vitality” or something. Very sweet and caring.

You had just wrapped up a great session with Ana, going down stairs to grab her some water and a snack. You where clad in a robe and your undergarments, just trying to achieve the goal.

You could hear shuffling from the kitchen, prompting you to grab a gun from the hall closet as you moved forward. Rounding the corner you found a woman, probably no older than you making tea.

“Who the fuck are you?”

“Who the fuck are you?” You both drew your weapons and stood across from each other, “this is my apartment, how did you get in?”

“I was invited by my- no fucking way.”

“Oh shit… your Amari’s daughter? I- uh, you should go for like, 20 minutes.”

Sojourn

Top, Dominant. Her stamina is out of this fucking world.

Loves to pull hair, wraps it around her fist and pulls your head back.

Breath play. Lives for the way the color leaves your cheeks for a little bit.

You where face down, hips in the air as she drove her hips into yours.

“You are doing so well, let me hear you,” she ran her fingers through your hair, tugging your head up. The only noise to come from your mouth was a gritty moan, followed up with a shallow “yes.”

“That’s what I like to hear.”

Sombra

Switch-bottom leaning, vers. Likes to have fun when and where she can

Very much a voyeur. Facetimes you in the shower and is very blunt about her goals. Will text you if she hacks into your laptop, being a consensual perv.

Likes to take trips in public with remote vibrators, for the both of you. She makes a fucking game out of it.

From: Sombra

You know that outfit you picked out would look way better with the black turtle neck instead of the white.

You looked around the room and noticed your laptop camera blinking a light purple, signifying your girlfriend’s presence behind the screen. You gave a little wave to the camera and retrieved the aforementioned shirt.

“Better?” You picked up the rest of the outfit and held it against your form.

From: Sombra

Yes, now get to the show, I wanna see some ass.

Tracer

Switch-Top leaning, Vers-Dominant leaning.

Is extremely experimental. Loves to try new things.

Try’s to be mean and degrading but absolutely cannot.

“Love! Look what I brought home I thought we could try something new!” You watched from the couch as Lena pulled a variety of objects from the black bag she brought in.

“Lena, do you even know what those are for?”

“Nope, that’s the fun part isn’t it?” Her smile was so pure, but as she held up each item you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Yes, but if I’m the only one who knows what they do, I guess it will just be you in the swing, huh?”

“Wait this is a swing-“

Symettra

Stone Top, Dominant. I can see her bottoming, but I feel that she has a need for control that is unparalleled.

She has scienced hard light restraints to keep you from touching her. She will let you know when you can.

Like Sombra I feel like she is a voyeur, but like, not as down bad. Probably likes to watch you masturbate before she takes you, reminding you that not even you could make you feel as good as she does.

She sat on her knees at the end of your bed, soaking in the scene in front of her. Your legs where speed wide as you played with yourself, two fingers deep in your core as you attempted to make yourself cum.

“Please, baby, I need you. I can’t do it on my own,” a small grin grew on your dominant’s face as she made her way closer.

“Really? Because you where very emboldened to say otherwise earlier,” her hand cupped your cheek as she mocked your needy pleas.

“I lied! I need you so much, just please take care of me,” you would say anything to get her to cave, and she knew that, which is why she would take as much time as she wanted.

“I think you are doing just fine as of now, maybe in a couple more minutes.”

[sleepyfaequeen]

Stupid Angel

Summary: Angela gets left behind during a mission and happens to meet a familiar person.

Pairing: Mercy x fem!reader

Warning(s): Angst, some spice(nsfw?)

Requested: Nope

Song: Waste by Kxllswxtch

Angela felt her heart beating fast as she stood hidden in an alleyway, just as Talon agents flooded the area. She never had thought she would be left behind as the enemies made it to their route. She covered her mouth as she heard footsteps approaching, but they continued to walk farther to join the others. She took just one look, and to her horror, she was net with a masked agent who tapped her gloved fingers against the wall. Somehow, mimicking those same footsteps she thought were further away. A big wide tooth grin comes to the masked agent. A Talon agent crest at the neck of her feathered coat.

"You seem lost, little angel."

Angela steps back, holding up her own staff in self-defense. This seemed to amuse the woman as she stepped forward and grabbed onto Angela's wrist, tight enough to cause her to whine.

"What's your name?" She asked to which Angela looks at the person, confused written on her face. "It's a simple question. I don't really pay attention to reports before a mission.."

"Mh." Angela huffs as she feels no reason for introductions. She then felt awkward as the silence and the stare of the woman burning holes into her. Metaphorically, of course. "I'm Angela."

"No, last name?" She asked.

"What's the point when I know you'll kill me after?" Angela feels her hand loosen as she pulls her hand back to her side. The medic holds her staff close to her chest, just waiting for the inherent to strike. Even trained in shooting, some combat - she knew she was the weakest of the entire team. She had a job to do, and that was to support her team, but was this really the end for her? She felt scared regardless.

"Overwatch agents are such hypocrites." She scoffs as she steps back in humor and disgust. "Just because we have different ideals does not mean - I want to kill you just because you work with the good guys."

"You're point?" Angela asked, feeling skeptical. After all, she has never talked so long with a Talon agent, much less out of an interrogation room. Whereas if it was someone else, she probably would've been gravely wounded by now.

"I don't intend to kill you." She assures. "How about we do this? You tell me everything i want to know. I take you back to your heroic group? Alive."

Angela was even more confused, but if she really meant what she said, then maybe it wasn't so bad to believe she would come out of it alive.

"Alright, but don't think for one second I'm spilling out about our locations and mission plans."

"Deal." Angela moves off the wall she didn't realize she was pressing her back against. Her blue irises followed the masked woman who walked towards the direction where her unite had run off to deliver the cargo.

"How did you know where -" Angela flinched as a gloved hand came to cover her lips. Her eyes were wide as she saw her pearly white teeth, which reminded her of fangs. She wasn't human.

Just then, a couple of agents rushed by, away from them. She took a moment to admire her own lips. They looked supple despite her wide grin that seemed to creep on her lips. Angela's breath hitched as she felt a single gloved finger press to her mouth before moving off her plump lips.

"Shut up." Angela slowly nods as she alerts her eyes from her lips. Why was she even staring at someone like this? Especially an enemy! She should be on guard at all times.

When Angela turns, she finds that the woman is already walking ahead and the medic hurries behind her. Too anxious that she would probably die or be seen. What, then? How long would this Talon agent play nice?

"Can you come here?" Her voice brings her back to reality, along with her face bumping into her coat. She stumbles back, in her own heels, and adjusts her eyes.

"What exactly do you want me to do?" Angela flinched as she felt a mask be placed over her eyes. Her eyes soon meet the face of (Y/n) (L/n), an old agent of Overwatch. Her mouth fell open as she felt her heart beat a mile a minute.

"Don't tell me you thought I was dead too." Angela found her hands dropping the staff and ignoring it as it fell onto the concrete floor.

"But I couldn't resurrect you.." Angela couldn't tell why her eyes were brimming with tears now. "You died in my arms!"

"I did." Angela's stomach drops.

"Are you a ghost?" She asked quietly, which makes the woman chuckle.

"No, I am very real.." (Y/n) removed the mask once the Talon agents walked by. "Moira brought me back.. I was useful and still am useful."

"Don't say that.." she breathes as she nods. "You've always been helpful to us. Overwatch."

"They left me to die, Angela. Even you thought I was dead." Angela lowered her head as she knew she was right. What would she even say to her? "I'm not blaming you for anything. I just think when I woke up and healed.. I just think Overwatch was too.. scared to go down a certain path."

"Did they brainwash you?" Angela felt anger as she denied what her friend was saying.

"Not at all.." she shakes her head, looking at Angela who was still in disbelief at what her old friend was saying. "I just changed."

"You can come back." Angela steps forward as she held the others' arm. "You can come with me! Back to Overwatch. I'll talk to everyone. I won't let them do anything to you."

"You are too kind to think that Overwatch would even forgive me, Angela." She felt Angela hug her arm, (Y/n) turns to look down to see her in tears.

"Don't go.. please." She begged her as she sees (Y/n) slowly pull away.

"Angela, I can't come with you." (Y/n) steps back before her face is held. She feels the medic hurrily press her lips against her own.

"Stay." Angela begs once more with her voice quivering as the masked Talon agent seems mesmerized by her own actions towards herself. She almost doesn't hear the other Overwatch agents calling her name.

"Such a stupid angel." (Y/n) smirks as her robotic wings spread out before she flies off.

Angela is left on the floor, her mouth dry and her tears starting to sting her eyes as she watches (Y/n) fly off. Her heart drops when she no longer sees her.

"Doctor Zeigler, are you alright?" Lena asked as Genji helps her off the ground. But Angela only responds by heading to the cargo.

[jayflrt]

yours forever in 786

PAIRING ▸ private investigator!jay park x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ social media au (smau), smut, fluff, angst, mystery, drama, enemies to lovers au, college au, rich kid au

SUMMARY ▸ after being blackmailed into accepting an assignment, jay park, a young private detective, is thrown back into college. this time, though, he’s at an ivy league and tasked to follow you to uncover what dark secrets your old money family is hiding. in doing this, jay must fraternize with your inner circle by joining a secret society called the "order of kryptos.” what he doesn’t realize is that the deeper he gets into his mission, the more he starts to lose himself.

WARNINGS ▸ profanity, slowburn, alcohol/drug consumption, portrayals of addiction, sexual jokes, sexual content, betrayals!! backstabbing!!, toxic relationships, order of kryptos isn’t a real secret society but heavily inspired by the ivy league secret societies, emotional cheating (BOOOO! not from mc or jay tho), jay and mc have a small age gap (2 years), most of the characters are pretty toxic so please note that this is not attune to their real life personalities at ALL

UPDATE SCHEDULE ▸ every day

PLAYLIST ▸ fatal trouble by enhypen • still sane by lorde • this is what makes us girls by lana del rey • too good by troye sivan • paparazzi by lady gaga • old money by lana del rey • i was never there by the weeknd, gesaffelstein • prisoner by the weeknd, lana del rey

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ hello !! i’m back with another smau but this one’s less lighthearted and more heavy ? sort of an experiment let's see how it goes, but hope u enjoy and lmk what u think !! ♡

CHATROOMS !

TEASER

PROFILES ONE | TWO

ACT ONE: THE TRANSFER

01. skip tracer to millionaire pipeline

02. besties with testes

03. who the fuck is princessyuna

04. the world of the elite

05. please don't the tom nook

06. standing on business (vlog boycott)

07. friend (noun.) not heeseung

08. boo boo the fool

09. professional haters debut

10. 21 jump street for nepo babies

11. how to not bleed to death

12. jay/n train

13. leather jacket

14. no goodbye sucks or fucks

15. ugly truths

16. girlfriend but the girl is silent

17. justice for stress shitters

18. alcohol shortage when

ACT TWO: THE INVITATION

19. attention seeker

20. and there was one bed

21. every boy for himself

22. rhymes with loona

23. out-testosteroned

24. white lies

25. heart-to-heart

26. the athenaeum

27. sock sock shoe shoe

28. group ass fucking

29. post defamation dinner date

30. final verdict

31. do you have time to talk about our lord and savior

32. tap to get tapped back

33. mad as fuck (the remix)

34. in too deep

35. change my world

36. provisional fight club

37. go piss girl

38. girlhood won

39. we can't do this

40. pledge week

41. babygirls with daddy issues

42. they must be really good friends

43. hot jay summer

44. dangerous entanglements

45. the fifth interview candidate

UNCUTS !

TBD.

ONGOING 7/29/24

[diejager]

A Fantasy

Pairing: YANDERE Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!reader

Cw: NSFW, DARK, non-con, dub-con, non-con drugging, somnophilia, creampie, possessiveness, obsessiveness, breeding, marking, blood, biting, Stockholm syndrome, tell me if I missed any.

Wc: 9.8k

(A/N): FYI, Tracer’s (Overwatch 2) the reader’s mentor.

Requested by : @oyasumimosura

What stood before you was a great field of devastation and ruin, burned and broken buildings that used to be warm homes, lively parks that were turned to ashes, trees and plants laid wasted around dilapidated cars with broken windows and bent metal. People, young and old, laid motionless on the scarred ground, burnt black or left intact in a pool of their blood. Some were holding hands, a family, friends, a couple. Others were alone, forgotten, and left to their sad deaths.

One minute you were rushing through a portal, behind your mentor and besides your teammates, the Cavalry, as she liked to say. Rushing through fights to protect humanity and omnics and its future. The mission was like the one yesterday, the preparation, the meeting, the briefing, and the deployment, but the fate of it changed. A portal malfunctioned, it sent you elsewhere, far away and lost. This wasn't your world, this wasn't your universe, but now, you were in someone else's universe, playing their game.

The clock had struck and time felt meaningless on the battlefield, the sounds of beating aircraft blades, the booming shot of guns and the shockwaves of grenades were all people could hear. Soldiers were the only ones left, fighting against the other side - the enemy, the traitors, the terrorists - until one came out victorious.

While purposeful, the deaths and ruin of this Occidental village were regretful, families shattered, memories lost, and homes destroyed. All you could do was run around, trying to find the source of those cries you heard. A little girl's, whose tears welled for the mother she lost in the tirade of war.

The longer you ran, the closer you got to her. The girl's purple shirt and jeans were dirtied with soot and ash, dark from what was left of her village. You blinked, fazing through time and space to get to her more quickly. Rounding broken walls and jumping over fallen debris, you left a blue trail behind you, blinking your way to the crying kid.

You wrapped your arms around her, pulling her into your chest when you got to her, recalling to your previous position with the girl, behind a brick wall. She clung to you, eyes red and swollen, lips bit red and her cheeks puffy. She looked like a seven-year-old child, alone, lost, and miserable without her parents or protection.

"Don't worry, love, " you used the words Tracer often used when she saved someone, her reassuring and calm voice. "I'm here."

Those zigzagging lines of light lingered in his mind, a shadow of a woman making her way through the abandoned town. The spring in her steps and the flexibility of her movements, jumping higher than any man should've been able to and changing directions so easily. She was fast, vanishing in a line of blue light and then appearing once more meters away.

Ghost saw her save a child, no older than an eight-year-old - or so he thought. A lone child on the battlefield was dangerous, a death wish for the kid if his enemies got to her first. Fortunately, the athletic woman got to the kid before anyone could, swiping her into her arms and disappearing in a blink. Seconds ago, she stood next to the pole, now all that was left was a blur of blue. She had disappeared as quickly as she appeared.

He picked at the memory constantly, powers, it seemed, were her thing, speed and agility of which no one should be able to wield, but she did and she used it to save a child. Although he admired that from a stranger, the question of her being a danger to them was still left unanswered. Whether she could be trusted or an unknown enemy that would tip the scales in the enemy's favour.

However, months later, after the war ended, there weren't any sightings of her, anywhere on earth, as if she had disappeared - again. He remembered her, though, the determined glint beneath blue goggles, her hair tied in a ponytail, flowing through the air, and her pretty lips.

She could still be in Europe, she probably was, or so he hoped. It would mean that he could run the chance of meeting her, to quench his gnawing curiosity. It would be difficult - near impossible - to find her in the millions living in Europe, but he would keep his eyes open, he had questions and he wanted answers.

He wasn't a believer per se, nor was he an atheist, he had a veto in what he put his trust and belief in. He wouldn't curse others for not believing in a God or gods, he wouldn't scoff at those who believed in them, and everyone had their rights. At this moment, however, the thought of God helping him had crossed his mind.

He had dared cross his limit, entering a small cafe - or a bistro, he wasn't sure - blocks from his flat. It was small and homely, the air was warm with the smell of coffee and tea and the place welcoming with the smiling faces of the cafe's workers.

He sat far into the shop, his back against the softness of the booth's couch, bored eyes observing his surrounding for any danger. Even off duty, the habits that ensured his safety still stuck to him, following him wherever he went.

The waitress, a young-looking woman, with striking eyes and hair pulled in a bun, walked his way. Her face looked familiar, lashes framing her pretty eyes, blushed cheeks and beautiful full lips. He knew those lips, and those eyes, and her build, short and athletic, but strong.

It was the child-saving vigilante he saw, only without her blue goggles and her tight bodysuit, blue and white that emphasized her muscles (it was probably made for usefulness, sticking to her body without any stray cloth when she ran, it made running faster and easier.). Wearing a chemise and black pants, instead of the standard skirt the other women wore, her shoes clicked as she approached him, hand pulling out a pad from her black apron's pocket.

He froze when her hand disappeared into her pocket, the items inside were unknown to him, and the content could be dangerous to him. He had to remind himself that she was a civilian at the moment, not an enemy vying for his head. She was safe, as long as she didn't attack him. He waited for her to speak, her pretty lips forming the words she wanted to tell him.

"Good morning, sir," her voice was melodic, soft and inviting. He craved hearing her speak to him with the soft lull of her tone. "Have you decided?"

Decided? What had she - you - meant by "decided"? Then he remembered he was in a cafe, people walked in to order food and drinks, to go or to eat there. He couldn't drift off like that, he couldn't disappear into the darkest depth of his mind. It was a dangerous place.

He cleared his throat, blonde lashes fluttering as he blinked, staring at your face. You were pretty. His words rumbled out, slightly muffled by his black mask: "No." He neither spoke more nor less, blunt as a hammer and sharp as a knife.

"Would you like more time to decide?" You were polite, smiling at him although his only spoken words were brash. He didn't want you to go yet, he just found you, heard and spoke to you,

"Anything you- uh... you recommend?"

You perked up at his question, seeing a more approachable change in him. Your smile widened, brighter than before as you listed off the menu by heart. Your optimism reminded him of Johnny's, expressively happy and grinning. The cafe - Ma's cafe, he learned from you - had its famously brewed tea latte, a mixture of earl grey and vanilla latte.

He took your recommendation, and you left with a skip, apron bouncing with each step. He watched you walk behind the counter, shuffling around with cups and the machine - he thought it was a coffee machine, those with pre-made coffee in its tank - meticulously, knowing well what he ordered.

You came back minutes later with a smoking mug filled with a milky brown liquid. It was fitting its name - London fog - with the white swirls that mimicked the fog that filled the cool, morning air until early evening when the sun started heating everything.

"Thank you...?" Ghost tried, wanting to know your name, you didn't have a tag on your apron.

You gave him your name with the smile you gave everyone, a customer service kind of smile that would assure that you wouldn't get any complaints about your service. He repeated your name a few times in his mind, memorizing every syllable and the way it sounded so well.

He wanted to repeat your name, whisper it lowly, but he had to make sure you were farther away from him, or you'd hear him obsessively call you. It rolled off his tongue amazingly, a perfect symphony with his deeper, raspy voice. He'll get to know you better, he planned on visiting more often, to learn your schedule and watch over you.

He pushed every intrusive thought back, bringing the mug to his lips (he had pulled down his mask to drink). It was sweet, slightly bitter from the coffee, but sweet nonetheless, perhaps a bit too sugary. He savoured the drink you made him, breathing the warm aroma of your mix. You'd made it, you had it, and served it. It was made for him, with your care and smile.

Ghost came by the next week, wearing the same black hoodie and dark jeans. He sat at the same booth and waited for you to walk by with the same smile as the prior week. You did, eyes wide with recognition when you caught him staring at you from the corner booth. You made your way to him with a grin, clad in a similar uniform and a serving tray under your arm.

"You came back," your calming voice reached his ears, giving him something to cling to in the cafe.

He liked habits, familiar things and usual occasions, but he hated the new and the unknown. They were dangerous, and deadly in his line of work. You expressed your gratitude at the tip he left you, way over the usual price other usual clients would.

"I never got your name."

He hadn't given you his name? That's right, he didn't for fear of people finding out his true identity, a broken man hidden under the mask of a monster - a Ghost. Trust issues stacked with insecurities and his introverted tendencies had made forming relationships much harder, making friends complicated with the backlash of his many blunt comments and irritated huffs, and letting people in from the fear of being betrayed, backstabbed, beaten and abandoned.

You were a vigilante, you saved a girl, you smiled at him and greeted him like you would a friend. You didn't shy away, nor freeze at the mere sight of him. You were new, but you were good - or so he thought you were. To him, you could be the achieved unachievable, a friend made from dust, a relationship formed from miracles and normalcy.

He blinked, mumbling lowly his name, low enough that it only reached your ears. You cocked your head downward, your smile widening as you repeated his name.

"Nice to see you again, Simon. I'm happy to see you again."

He nearly shuddered from hearing his name roll off your tongue, so melodically spoken. He wants to hear you call his name again and again and again, as many times as you could until he got sick of it (he probably wouldn't, he was already addicted to the way you spoke).

He dozed at your words, that you were glad he came back. He was glad too. He wanted to come by the day after his first visit, but it would seem too strange, perhaps dangerous to see him every day at the same spot, at the same time of day. He was a man of schedules, organized and neat planning.

He figured he would start by buying once a week for a month or two, then change it to twice a week for the following months, until seeing him every day would become the norm for you. He would kickstart the routine and make it a usual appearance in your life. He would make *him* a usual appearance in your life.

"Same as last time, Simon?"

God, he loved hearing you say his name. He simply nodded, he would make it his usual, a hut sweet, but enough to drown the bitterness in his soul.

The leaves turned darker, shrivelling and dropping dead to the ground. The mellow sky grew gloomy, and colder with each passing day until it dropped so low that Ghost had to wear a thicker jacket over his usual hoodie. Autumn was at an end and winter crawled ever so closer.

He was back from deployment, on a temporary leave to "relax and diffuse" as Laswell said. Everyone was back home, Price with his cigar and Nik, Gaz back home with his girlfriend, Soap with his rowdy family of seven and Roach went home to open arms and warm welcomes from his parents.

Ghost only had an empty apartment - or he used to, he moved to a house on the quieter side of town - and the cute, dazzling waitress that served at Ma's cafe. That's where he was going, he texted you before he left, letting you know that he was back and ready for a hot cup of London fog and brunch.

You read his message, replying with a "Copy that, Lieutenant". It became a running joke between you after he told you about his work, nothing classified or too detailed, but enough to let you know he was built to fight and survive.

The bell rang when he pushed the door, seeing you peer out of the kitchen once he stepped in. He was hit with a warm embrace, the cafe's heater worked well, warming the place and making it cozy enough to eat with only a t-shirt on. He gave you a nod, finding his way to his usual spot, the one he sat at for the past months.

How many months have passed since he first stumbled here? He couldn't remember everything became a blur when it was associated with you. His moments with you were warmer and calmer than at the start. You opened up to him, walls crumbling down and letting yourself build something out of it: a friendship with Ghost.

He liked being friends - for now. He had plans to make a move, to push farther, into unknown territory and try his luck. He had a feeling you'd say yes, he loved you so much and you showered him with adoration and smiles, you had to be in love with him, no? Of course, you were, he wasn't delusional, he was of sound mind, careful.

"Welcome back, Simon," you strut to him so casually, the same clothes, the same smile. "How was your deployment? Soap and Roach got into any trouble?"

He spoke fondly of his TF, they were his family, and he felt proud when he talked about them to you. He invited them once, and they all loved you as much as he did, you were sociable and easy to talk to. Though Price and Soap had the biggest effect on you, they reminded you of someone. You told him about your friends, chaotic like his TF, but a family. It sounded like an ops team, he wouldn't be surprised. He remembered the first time he saw you, it was still fresh in his memory.

"Soap stirred up some shite again," Ghost huffed, sloshing his shoulders to appear more relaxed in your presence, to make him seem less threatening than he was. "No casualties, everyone made it out fine. Bit bruised but alive."

"That's the main objective, no?" You chuckled at Ghost's indignified groans about Soap and Roach behaving like children high on sugar.

You stuck around longer now, gracing him with a bit of random chatter. He got to know about your days, your activities, your wishful thinking and your goals. He discovered something new every day, whether it came from your lips or from his own time.

You stood by his table until the chef rang the call bell. You winked charmingly and turned to get his order, he hadn't ordered yet, but he came by so often, ordering the same that the employees knew what to make when he walked through the door.

He liked the normalcy, where he came by once every two days when he was on leave. If the Task Force was sent on a mission, he could be gone a few days, a few weeks or a month. It always varied, but he made it work with his hate of the unknown, the unpredictable.

"Are you free tonight, love?" Ghost asked, eyes gazing from your hands to your lips.

He found that open-mouthed expression at his question. You seemed hesitant to answer him, thinking about your reply to the man who tipped you well and was as close as a friend to you; or perhaps you were simply shocked that he finally asked you out, and wondering if you had time for him.

You nodded, a smug smile replacing your shock: "How 'bout eight? I finish at seven tonight."

" 'S fine, eight at the bar down the street?"

"It's a date then."

His heart almost broke his ribs, beating wildly against its cage when the word "date" left your lips. He had a date with you tonight, he couldn't believe his ears. Perhaps you meant as a date between friends than one between lovers, but at that moment, all he could think was how your hands would feel between his, how your soft, plump lips would feel over his and how your body would feel against his, below and over him.

He dove into his delusional mind, imagines and dreams swimming freely, jumping from one to the other. He had dreams for once, a wish that he hoped you'd indulge, and a family he wanted but lost.

Everything seemed to go the way he planned, you waved at him when you saw him waiting outside the bar and giddily joined him. He found a quiet and mellow corner at the bar, a table pushed against the wall with two stools.

The bartenders knew him, he drank here with the others, and they didn't bother him and served and usual. Some were surprised he brought a friend - a woman - with him but left him to his own.

You sat down and downed a few beers while he drank his bourbon. You spoke sporadically, hands waving enthusiastically with every word. Your cheeks were flushed, slightly pink and warm from the alcohol, but you were lively, animated and happy.

It made him happy, seeing you so mirthful around him, being able to let loose from your stricter atmosphere at Ma's cafe. Your tense shoulders were looser, your back relaxed from its ramrod-straight position and your voice felt more invigorated. The alcohol might've played a part, running through your system and making you bolder.

The first time always played well, just as he imagined, and the thing that solidified everything was your parting words: "Next time's on me, Simon!"

You drank together every week, from friends to drinking buddies, there was nothing more intimate than that, to trust someone with your drunk self and your loose tongue, spewing words and thoughts the second they crossed your mind.

That boosted his confidence, the feeling that he could confess, and tell you his deepest and darkest thoughts and wants. You'd know what kind of man he was, broken and messily put together, like a DIY project made by a child gone wrong. He had sharp edges and missing pieces, a cracked personality and dangerous thoughts. He was a SAS soldier after all, once you become one, you see some twisted shit.

Like the week before, you walked out together, your legs shaky but still able to walk home, accompanied by Ghost. He helped you to your apartment, his broad shadow looming over the door, silent as always. When your shaky hands were able to unlock the door, turning the knob and opening the door, you turned around to bid your drinking buddy good night.

Lips parting to say the words, until he cut you off, his chapped lips met yours. His gloved hands caressed your cheek, thumb rubbing under your wide eyes as he held you in place. His lips were warm and plump, but chapped, a scar running over it.

His eyes were closed, lips on you for a few seconds longer until he pulled away, a dazed look in his eyes. While he expected a reaction from you, he hadn't envisioned shock and sadness, one that made his gut plummet. He winced at your expression, unable to understand what he did wrong. He thought you loved him.

"I- Simon, I- I can't, I'm sorry," you hushed out sadly, head turned down to stare at your feet. You were unwilling to gaze into his disappointed - probably heartbroken - eyes.

"Why?" He rasped, voice hoarse as if he hid cried for hours, or was on the brink of tearing up.

"I just can't, Simon," you persisted, feeling much more sober than the last few minutes. His surprise had severed you up - willingly or unwillingly. "I don't mind staying friends, but I can't get too attached. I won't be here much longer."

" 'Cause you're not from here?" He scoffed, but it didn't hold any resentment or irritation, simply sorrow and distress. " 'Cause you're from another world?"

You whipped your head to stare at him, your mouth agape and fearful shock glazed over your eyes. How could he have possibly known? While your identity was fabricated work, you know how to make a believable fake ID, Genji's knowledge helped you. You stepped back, hand reaching for your door knob, unsure of what Simon would do to you now that the secret was out.

He turned and ambled out, shoulders slumped slightly without a word to you. His world shattered once again, God seemed hellbent on making his life a misery.

He stopped coming after your "altercation", you felt horrible, but you couldn't let your heart run wild when you know Winston would find a way to fix the portal in a year or two. One had already passed and you couldn't overindulge in this world's pleasures and leave when you got too attached.

Yet, grief at being relieved that he never appeared again clawed at you, he knew you weren't from his world. It was dangerous information, especially in bad hands, but you couldn't do anything about it. This world had different rules and standards, it worked differently and you weren't book-smart like Winston or Torb. You were a simple agent working under Tracer.

You did, however, regret letting Simon leave so abruptly, he was an amazing friend, the perfect drinking buddy and would probably be a caring lover, but couldn't risk it. Even if you wanted to text him, and apologize over and over until Simon would talk to you again, you knew how to respect people's boundaries. If he left so coldly, never passing by, texting or calling told you enough. He needed time to calm down and clear his mind.

You went back and forth between your home and the cafe every night, your original routine - before meeting Simon - felt alien to you. You'd been so used to seeing Simon at the back of the shop, a hot London fog in his hands and crepes on his plate with melting butter. It was foreign to see the spot occupied by another client, or the cold spot in your chest when it was vacant.

You disliked it. You hated it. The cold, the silence, you wanted to see him at least once.

Can we meet? Usual place. was the sudden text you received from Simon during your shift. It was dated today at 5:39.

Without a second thought, you replied, affirming the date and time, tonight, right after your shift on Friday. A weight was lifted from your shoulder, the silence from Simon was broken and he finally reached out to you. Your break to let him calm down had worked it seemed, the let him cool down and clear his mind.

It was late by the time you got to the pub, around nine. You had returned home and fixed up your depressed look for a more lively one, hoping it would make Simon feel better. You caught him at your usual place, head hung low and demeanour shut off from the world around him. You took hesitant steps towards him, he didn't look exactly sober from the number of cups decorating the table, nor did he look drunk, from his sharp, hooded eyes.

"Simon, " you greeted him slowly, nearly flinching when his brown eyes washed over your smaller figure. Chills erupted through the ends of your nerves, fingers twitching at the sudden burst of danger you felt from your friend. You had no reason to be scared, wary of his demeanour, but not scared or hateful. He'd yet to act out violently or malevolently.

He gave a curt nod, emotions bleeding through his eyes. He was a stoic man, but his eyes were extremely emotional, pain, regret, grief, hate and joy were some you'd seen flash in those pretty brown of his.

He had a whole bottle ordered in advance, the cap still tightly screwed onto the bottle's neck. He poured you a cup, of rum straight out of the bottle without ice or any accessories.

Thanking him, you sipped on your drink it felt hot and heady on your tongue, it burned your throat. You hadn't drank since you'd last seen Simon, weeks ago, and you could see - feel - its effect. You coughed slightly but still downed the rest.

"You wanted to see me?" Your question left an odd sensation on your tongue. He hadn't spoken a word since you walked in, always the brooding, silent menace. He stared, fixated on you or something on you, it was perturbed you.

"I wanted to apologize, love."

You missed that low hum in his voice, and the caring way he said you "love". You'd been used to it since most British you knew always called someone they cared for "love" or "dear", loving terms of endearment used publicly. Now, however, you knew it weighted, an undertone to its meaning, a special significance in his heart.

"Didn't mean to jump you like that," he continued, regret painting his rough tone. "It felt right; to me. Guess I was more plastered than I thought."

He was human and alcohol coursed through his system. It made him bold and erratic, he acted out without a second thought. You could forgive him for the influence his bourbon had on him; you were going to forgive him anyway.

Although you felt better with his apology, forgiveness for his sudden move wasn't what you prioritized. You wanted answers. How did he know? Was it a sudden, incomprehensible blurb that he spat in a spike of hate and pain? Or was it conscience wording from his drunk mind?

"Do you remember that night?" You lost your smile, pursed lips and hardened eyes at your questioning - interrogation of him.

"'Course I do."

"Do you remember what you said? About me coming from somewhere else."

He nodded, eyes levelled to stare straight at you, unwilling to hide or lie, he spoke honestly, "Another world, love. Didn't forget."

"How'd you know? I'm not exactly showcasing it to everyone in bright colours. So how?"

"Saw you save that girl, lil babe crying for her mother," his answer was slow and purposeful, giving you what you wanted to hear. He recalled the event that occurred months prior, everything aligned with your own experience. "We don't - can't - have shite like that, too developed and powerful. Nothin' like that's possible in this era. So I figured you weren't from here. "

His reasoning made sense, his wording was careful, and it seemed like he had time to think about it. The time you gave him had helped. You kept your doubts to yourself, questions you had that he probably didn't have the answer to. A way back; a way home; an escape. All things he had no answer to.

So your shoulders relaxed and asked Simon to pour you a second cup, to which he obliged. You drank and smiled, back to the trying times when you just started drinking with him, the unknown and the awkwardness that lingered in the air stung.

You don't remember how many cups you had, or how many bottles you finished. Did you even finish the first one? Did you get halfway through before your vision started blurring and your mind dazed into mumbles of incoherent words? Simon hadn't touched another cup since the world around you blurred, the corners of your eyes turning black and your movement slowed to a slur.

He paid for the drink on his tab, slinging your arm over his shoulder, hand holding your waist as he walked out. You were drunk out of your mind, but something felt different, you don't remember being this inebriated the last time you drank half a bottle of rum. Was there something else in it?

Simon dropped you in the back, buckling you in before he made sure you sat upright. He was close, his neck bare and sweaty, his musk smelled strong and heavy, smoke and gunpowder weighing at the back of your throat. Although your vision was faulty, you could see the tight muscle of his neck and shoulder tense as he worked.

His scent stuck to you as he closed the door and drove home, the air in the car smelling like him. Whatever had drained you, lulled you to sleep, taking comfort in the familiar warmth even if a small part of you started panicking.

He had you, in the basement of his house, soundproof and padlocked from the outside. Any risk was accounted for and any escape plans were foiled prematurely by his quick mind.

Ghost laid you beneath him, on the soft, plush bed he bought and built for you, queen-sized for the times he'd spend cuddling you. He had you splayed, body limp and limbs pliant to his every desire. He admired your sleeping form, how your lace fluttered lightly and your lips perked, thinking on the corners as if you were wincing - a duck face - and your peaceful expression. You were adorable.

Your shirt came off first, pulled over your head and thrown over his shoulders, then your bra. Without his gloves, your skin felt soft, hot to the touch. Kneading your breasts, he held one in each hand and felt the fat. You twitched and mewled faintly when he pinched your nipples, hardened by the cooler air hitting your drunk-induced heat. He kissed them, lips closing around your nipple and sucking loudly. He gave each one the same amount of attention, pulling off with a wet pop.

His fingers trailed the lines of your abdomen, strong and athletic, but not too burly like anyone in the army. He admired your figure, half-naked and unconscious on his bed, in his home. He kissed down your stomach as he took your pants off, sliding leg after leg out, leaving you only in your panties.

You were beautiful: your skin - soft, your hair - silken, your lips - wonderful to kiss, and your eyes - gems. You were breathtaking to look at, a treasure to his eyes solely. You were an unblemished canvas, unmarked by other men - in his mind - by sin, and your scars were trophies, won through difficult times. He wanted to be the one painting you, displaying you prettily for his eyes alone. Pieces of works were kept secret like Michelangelo's love poems and sketches.

His eyes wandered the expanse of your body, groaning when he saw the wet patch, your body had reacted to his caresses, your arousal turning the spot over your cunt darker, wet. He pushed his nose to it, breathing in the tangy musk. His fingers hooked under the string and ripped it off with a harsh tug. You wouldn't need underwear anymore once he was done with you.

Ghost's pupils dilated, wide, blown eyes as it keyed on your slick cunt. He adjusted your legs, moving them over his shoulders to have better access to you. He gave a testing lap, running the flat of his tongue over your rim, prodding your clenching opening and leaving at your pulsating clit.

You tasted delicious, he growled and dove back. Tongue circling your button, sucking loudly, lifting the protective hood to let it swell and throb. He held your hips tightly ad you squirmed and moaned, but you never awoke. The drug he gave you was potent, tested on bigger, stronger military men. It could knock them out, so it would pull a stronger reaction from you.

It weighed on his mind, that he resolved to drugging you and bringing you home to be able to show you just how much he loved you. He'd preferred if you were awake, he wanted your first time together to be wonderful - fantastic - in all ways, but you would've protested, fought him and left him once more. He couldn't risk losing you completely, it hurt.

He had no other choice and felt guilty, but he couldn't let his mind wander when he had you under him, ripe for the taking. He pushed his thoughts away and concentrated on you, his needy girl.

His tongue returned between your leg, cheek nuzzling into your sweating thighs. He alternated between sucking your button, lips enclosing around it, and dipping his tongue into you, groaning anomalistically at your tensing walls. He pushed his forefinger in, joining his ravenous tongue. His nose bumped your clit, jerking you each time.

A second finger joined the first and his tongue left to give attention to your neglected clit, pumping to the third knuckles and curling upwards. You arched off the bed, hips buckling into his open mouth as he stretched you open with a third finger. The sound was lewd and wet, loud in his ears.

His cock twitched, straining against his pants, the fabric tight and inflexible, nearly painful. He wanted to relieve the tightness, that burning ache deep in his guts, but his needs came second to yours.

He flickered his tongue and pushed his fingers deeper, curling and panting against you. You spasmed, legs closing around his head, squeezing him as you came. His fingers eased out slowly to savour the taste of your arousal, mouth covering your fluttering hole and slurping the slick that drizzled down your ass.

He loved how you tasted, sweet and salty, like a healthy, ripe fruit ready to be bitten into, juicy and perfect. He almost lost himself, dazed by your essence and his anguish; if only you'd accepted him early, you would've been awake and conscious of this act, and you'd be able to love and embrace him as he did to you. He wouldn't have to wait so long, in pain and regret, for not wooing you enough. He wouldn't have to feel so guilty.

Snapping from his hazed thinking, he lowered your legs and climbed off the bed to undress. He peeled his hoodie and shirt, which stuck to his skin by sweat, and he dropped his pants once he unbuckled his belt. His cock bobbed, slapping wetly against his navel before it hung heavily between his legs, the head achingly red and swollen. His balls felt heavy, and tight from all the neglect. They were big and full, ready to pump his seed into you.

He cradled you, pulling your legs over his elbows and slotting his hips to yours, his cock over your slit. He moved his hips, slicking his shaft with your juices, groaning at the wet warmth under him. When it felt slick enough, he dipped the tip in, your labia stretching to swallow his uncut head. The sound was downright filthy in his ears, the squelch and your strained moans.

He watched himself inch deeper, sinking into your depths with unrelenting hunger, panting and growling until he bottomed out, his balls sitting snug against your ass. His bulbous tip kissed your cervix, nudging it as he rolled his hips, testing how deep he could reach and how strong he could fuck.

He slowly pulled out, hearing the wet noise of his cock slipping out to the tip, and slammed in, his balls slapping the roundness of your ass. He rocked wildly, groaning each time he bottomed out, feeling the heat of your walls clench around him like a vice. Your spasming walls wrenched low moans from him, as often as you whimpered and mewled.

"Fuck- you feel so fuckin' good-" he pushed out through his clenched teeth, his cock twitching when you tightened around him.

Your legs shook, your back arching slightly and your voice keening loudly. He covered your body with his, lips meeting yours in a hungry and possessive kiss, tongue diving into your mouth and committing it to memory. His hand found your clit, thumb rubbing your sensitive nub, urging you towards your end.

Keening, you came, gripping him with a vice. He grunted, his pace becoming sloppy as he chased his peak after yours, breathing in your neck with dazed, hooded eyes. He swore, thrusting as deep as he could and came, his seed rushing to fill you.

"Fuck- fuck-" he gasped, rocking a few times into you, riding off his edge until he calmed down.

White globs leaked from your stuffed cunt, rolling down your ass and leaving a trail. His chest rumbled happily, bending down to kiss you slowly, soft and adoring compared to the last. He slid out when he softened, his cum oozing out of your gaping heat, the plug keeping everything in left.

He loved watching you full, oozing of him, asleep and satiated in the bed he bought for you. You were both coated in sweat and cum, hair sticking to your glistening skin. Your dishevelled and panting aroused him, his soft cock jerking upwards, hardening moments after he just came.

"We're not done yet, love."

You felt heavy and warm, a heat - a body - held you tightly, fingers carding through your hair and caressing your back. It smelled like sweat and smoke, a familiar musk. You opened your eyes, seeing a pale, burly chest, Simon's naked chest. You froze, body tensing, shoulders squaring and arms ready to push him back.

"Morning, love," his voice was raspy with sleep, deep and calm as he greeted you, his lips meeting your hairline. "Slept well?"

You frowned, legs moving, jutting out from between his knees as you struggled to free yourself. Your body felt sore, the peak of your discomfort coming from your heat, a pulsating and warm pain. You feared the worst.

When you looked down, you were covered by only a shirt, a big, dark grey t-shirt that smelled like Simon, it reached your knees. You winced, seeing your nakedness and Simon's pants hanging low on his hips, flashing the sharp dip of his navel and his sculpted torso. It left little to imagine, the red blemishes on your neck and shoulders, slightly faded from his careful handling and bruises the size of his fingers around your thighs.

"You-" you coughed before you could day anymore, throat dry and scratchy, alcohol dehydrated people faster.

"Drink," he held you up, back to his chest, arms slipping around you too comfortably to hand you a cup of water, cool and fresh.

He had expected this, he wasn't as delusional as he first seemed, and he was prepared. You took it, gulping it down carefully, counting the seconds - minutes - that would pass until the drug kicked in, if he had diluted any in your water.

He hummed happily, his chest vibrating as he wrapped his arms around you, nosing the collar of your neck, he placed fluttering kisses on your open shoulder. The collar of his shirt slipped from one side, exposing your skin. His teeth grazed you, teasingly nipping you with warm puffs of air.

You gulped, gathering whatever wits you still had after this whole kidnapping situation. Your mind was running miles per second, eyes gleamed over with tensions and tiredness, and your body sore from Simon's perverse affection.

"Where am I?" your voice was small, still raspy from - what you assumed - moaning and mewling.

"Home," he mumbled, latching onto your skin and sucking a dark spot.

Home? It neither meant your flat nor safety. It was *his* home, a prison he built for you. You looked around. You thought it better to get to know the place he decided to keep you captive, to learn and discover its secrets, anything you could use against or for you.

It was like a studio apartment, everything was open apart from the bathroom, it had a small kitchenette with a fridge (probably in case he left for a while, deployed in another country while he kept you here.), a bookshelf filled to the brim with books and a desk pushed to the side. He'd forgone leaving you with a television, a mobile device, a phone or a computer, all were risks of you getting out.

The walls were painted over, bare of windows and stairs lead to a door, locked from both sides. He locked you in his basement, beneath his house and every other neighbour's nose. No one would come to your rescue if you screamed. No one would hear your cries of anguish or your pleas for freedom.

He bit down, teeth pressing onto your skin, denting the scarred flesh with his teeth marks. You yelped, the area hot and painful, his strength leaving an almost skin-deep bleeding, fiery and red. It was irritated and swelled in seconds. He moved from one patch to the other, determined to mark up your shoulder before possibly moving on to the next one.

You squirmed on his lap, trying to free yourself from his restrictive hold. You gripped his hands, digging your blunt nails into his forearms. He scoffed, nuzzling the bites he made, tongue lapping at the bleeding lines.

"Ghost," you gasped, legs kicking and body struggling.

Clicking followed every kick, the distinct sound of metal rattling in a disorderly way. You looked down your leg, catching the cuff around your right ankle, a long chain kept you jailed in the basement. It was long and winding, enough to comfortably walk laps around your new accommodation but too short to reach the door.

You stared at it incredulously, the utter rage and disgust that burned in your gut that he planned to keep you as if you were a glorified pet or some sort of prize he scouted and obtained.

You knew he liked you before, it was a simple and innocent crush, like finding your first one and not knowing how to react. That, and the fact he was a soldier, scarred by time and marked by warfare made him so standoffish. You thought it was simple, but now, it was too late to forget, to not look, to let bygones be bygones.

He was obsessed, not necessarily sane, but not crazy either. He wasn't delusional, by everything he set up as a precaution, but he let his darkness fester, grow and crack the surface of his calm and stoic persona. He was still calm and meticulous, but it was a different kind, storming ideas for your imprisonment and wishes he wanted to make true. Ghost and Simon overlapped, neither good nor evil, he was simply letting the monster rage uncontrolled.

His pent-up emotions drove him to the edge, and your rejection pushed him over, tipping the scale of his sanity. That's how you ended up in your current situation, his hands wandering over your thighs, dipping between them and down to your knees. He still nipped at your skin, biting and pulling the collar down the other shoulder. His teeth sunk into the muscle between your neck and shoulder, warm fingers slipping under his shirt to knead your chest.

You winced, flinching when he plucked your nipples, pulling on them until you let out a pained whine.

"Stop-!" your hands followed his, clamping around his wrists and dragging him out, but he stayed firm, unmoving to your will as he twirled your mounds. "Fucking stop!"

He huffed, hands dropping to your lap. He mumbled into your bitten skin, groaning in complaints about not letting him care for you. His complaints came with hot breaths on your nape, mouthing the back, turning silent and unmoving.

His quietness was familiar to you, his penchant for sifting through his thoughts in utter silence. Then he moved, draping the covers over your body, tucking you in. He stood at your bedside, expression lighting in a gentle smile. Under the dim lighting of the room, he looked like a beautiful angel. A gold halo hovered over his blonde locks, framing his pale skin and warm, brown eyes.

He kissed your forehead, lips lingering a few seconds longer as he took in the calming moment. He had you, he had you in his home.

"How about breakfast? Fried eggs and bangers, how's that sound?"

The normalcy of eating breakfast in bed, to wake up and be greeted with a British breakfast made by Simon. He liked the idea of such normality, it was romantic, domestic even. To be able to cook for you and serve you the food he made, he'd eat at the table in the middle of the room, seated opposite from you.

He left before you could give him a piece of your mind, or your reply to his question. Fried eggs, you knew what that was, but *bangers*, what the fuck was that?

The stairs creaked lightly, bending under Simon's weight, but his steps were silent - dangerous. The lock clicked when it was unlocked, and he left you alone, the door locking behind him. Gone was your escape, gone was your freedom, gone was your life with the door locking before you.

Time seemed endless, it went by in a blink or in long, painful moments that left you angry. He hadn't given you a clock, and without anything technological (the microwave didn't have the time, whatever Simon had done, worked. Time never played on the four-letter screen.), you couldn't tell day from night, seconds from minutes and minutes from hours. Time dragged agonizingly slowly, the only clue was Simon kept a pattern: three meals a day, breakfast, dinner and supper before going to bed with his arms wrapped around you.

How long you've stayed here was unknown. You couldn't know and Simon didn't want to tell you. He changed subjects or glared at you until you dropped it or he decided to drop it. You had no link to the outside, no way of knowing if you'd been announced missing or if anyone was worried. Simon had cut all your connections to the world around you, just outside your reach, on the other side of these walls that confined you.

You desperately needed to know about your case, if they knew, if they filed a missing person report if they were searching for you. It pained you to be ignorant of everything but your small world, the things that happened in your small room. Everything you knew was Simon.

His horribly, soothing words in his deep voice, speaking into your ear or your hair, whispering his dreams and his hopes, his love and his adoration. His wandering hands, raking the tension from your shoulders, the knots in your back, your worry from your eyes and lips, and the pleasure - forced - he brought upon you.

Entertainment was brought through him, or through the books he left for you, most were erudite, both old and new novels. Bram Stoker's Dracula, The Silence of the Lambs and The Heart of Darkness were a few of the novels you'd caught on the bookshelf.

He also fed you. Most days, he'd stay until it was time to eat, he would leave - sometimes half an hour or a whole hour, it ranged between depending on the meal - and come back with warm plates. They always smelled good and they tasted better.

It surprised you how skilled he was in cocking, as he was in infiltration, sniping, abducting and killing. Perhaps he took the time apart from you to forge his plan, to learn to cook and to care.

You ate, slowly and contemplatively. He stared at you eat, always making sure you took the first bites before digging into his own plate. It weighed heavy in your gut, like a reluctant gift you were bestowed, and Simon made sure you ate everything.

You felt dazed, gone, after eating, as if a cloud washed over your mind that made you slower, and sluggish with everything you did. The food was drugged, you were aware of that when you first felt lethargic. It made you less testy, less bratty as Simon grumbled, you were more pliant to his whims and easier to move when you tried fighting him.

Though it eased the nausea that wracked your body in the mornings, the sudden discomfort in your abdomen and the heaviness that the ache gave. You rarely needed to move from the bed if the urge to vomit came up, Simon kept pills for that. If you did, he'd comfort you, holding your hair back as the content of your stomach surged upwards.

Your time spent with Simon was time spent organizing your thoughts, Winston was smart, engineering-wise, he was amazing. Then there was Mercy with her medical breakthrough and Torb with his ingeniously brilliant machines. If they came together, found what went wrong with the portal you went through.

Trace would be so worried if she wasn't already dead worried. She was a caring and responsible mentor, taking you in before and after the fall of Overwatch. Nearly twelve years under her and this was the first mishap. You spent nearly two years in Simon's world - you counted the time your could count, the days you spent working and enjoying life as much as you could in a different place - and your heart never stopped missing your family.

You missed Jack - Soldier: 76 - when he would openly laugh, and Gabriel, when he was still the man he was. You missed Tracer's fussing, blinking around with so much energy, and Reinhardt's proud standard when he loomed over his teammates with his Barrier Field. You missed them horribly, they were the glue that kept you hoping for freedom.

It happened when you nearly conceded to Simon's whims, bending to his will and words, letting his hands wander your body and feeling pleasure - genuine. His confessions were parroted, and his I love youwas returned.

You ate less, however, the lump in your gut grew by the days, weighing heavier and heavier. You had weird cravings, followed by nausea most mornings, gripping the toilet bowl with your head hung low. Simon held your hair back and rubbed soothing circles on your back, bemoaning about your pains and cramps.

He left a few times during your period of captivity, vanishing for long periods - usually a week or two - and had you manage everything on your own. He had cameras set up, watching your every move, connected to whatever device he decided to watch you.

He was deployed a week ago, his steps never walking to the door during the week, but now, you could hear his booming steps around the house. They were loud and intentional. Dread always filled your body when you learned he came back, he was clingy, handsy and obsessive when he came back, growling that he would burn down the world if couldn't have you; or that he was thinking about you - constantly - and that the video feed on his phone was never enough.

You picked up on his pace, hurried and panicked. They stomped around the house in search of something before it stopped at your door. Your ears perked on the clicking of the lock, straining to listen to his heaving breaths.

Crack

You jerked forward. Something behind you cracked, the loud cracking filled the air as you turned. A blue swirl cracked the shift in reality, like glass fracturing and breaking into pieces, it glowed with every line. It pulsed calmly, the swirls capturing your attention. You felt drawn to it, your hands twitching with the urge to touch it, to let your fingers swim in the infinite pool.

"(Name), are you there?" a voice called from the other side, small and feminine. It was dripping with worry and exhaustion. "Luv, are you there?" she cried a second time, a hand emerging from the portal.

You knew the voice, the warm, familiar voice that called out to you with love and compassion. A friend. A mentor. A family.

You reached out to it, hand inches from hers. Then the door to your cage burst open, his screams echoing in the basement. He hurried down the stairs as fast as he could, mask still on his face as he reached for you. His gloved fingers grasped the air for you, rushing towards you with immense worry and fear in his eyes.

Mere seconds behind you, his fingers grazed your back as you fell into the waiting arms of your mentor. He was too late, he fell on the vacant bed, watching the portal close behind you. He clutched the bending, the place you sat moments ago. It was still warm, your heat and smell still mixed into your sheets.

He spun lies about your absence, about your sudden disappearance from his world. You moved away after your breakup, you distanced yourself from him to make the move easier on your heart and his. The TF had accepted the excuse, solemnly nodding about your leave and wishing they could have said farewell to a good friend.

They moved on with life, still smiling nostalgically when you were brought up, but Ghost was left heartbroken. He knew something was wrong that day, the itch in his brain about something happening at home. That's why he was in such a hurry, in a panicked frenzy to get home - to get to you. He was too late though, seeing you being pulled into a portal. Dooming was the effect on him; devastation was the pain in his heart; shattering was the sorrow of his soul.

He poured everything into keeping you, only to lose you. Now, he poured every second of his life into work, never letting his mind wander to the bump on your stomach or the subtle relinquishment in your actions to him.

He was deader than dead, colder and more stoic than before. They saw the change, they understood, but never blamed you. Everyone had fallouts, Simon just had more than the rest of the world. That's why he played Ghost more often than before, building his walls higher and his appearance darker.

Yet somehow, Soap was enthusiastic enough to rope him into playing games on his console (he used to play more before finding time between deployments to jump into a match with the others). Overwatch 2, an evolution of the first made better. Soap promised it was good. His spiel about the characters having a profound background and the gameplay being fun. Ghost was doubtful, he and Soap didn't have the same definition of fun, they were associated with different things.

He liked Soap, though, so he humoured his sergeant. He downloaded it on his console, watching the white line charge until it became playable. Soap had mentioned a few names: Genji, Sombra, Reaper and Zenyatta, he even joked about Reaper resembling him, the skull mask and the dark drapes. He'd also gushed - like an over-enthusiastic gamer - about a new character, a woman, the sole student of this Tracer.

He scoured through the lists of players, eyes skimming over the faces before he spotted a familiar one. It was more cartoonish, drawn in gentle lines and beautiful shades. Your face, it was your beautiful face. He nearly dropped his controller, hands shaking and body heavy.

Was it guilt that washed over him? Was it pain that washed over him? Was it sorrow and melancholy that washed over him? Or was it his world that came crashing down on his shoulders?

The world dulled, his breath became stagnant and shallow as he stared at your hero. You were standing proud and fearless, guns held in your hands with a bright smile. He watched you emote, your character moving as it was coded. He scrolled through your skills and perks, some he remembered you use. You blinked and recalled, moving back and forth between time and space, breaking the fragile shift in the world.

Soap was right about the new hero, you were interesting and lovely. In a flurry of emotions, he opened up your biography - or a snippet of your backstory. Every word bled his heart, every act and every situation wracked his body with sadness. The more he read, the more his tears threatened to fall.

You kept your - his - child, a beautiful kid with his blonde hair and your eyes, a round, yet sharper face like his. You kept him, you hadn't aborted the child. You gave birth and he wasn't there. You took care of your kid and he wasn't there. You watched him grow and he wasn't there.

He cried, body closing on itself. His shoulders shook, his vision blurred and his face streaked with tears. A broken sob broke through his throat, restricted and pained with waves of emotion, deep and harrowing sadness of his loss.

"I miss you, love," he rasped, his fingers gripping his hair, nearly ripping out the seams. "I miss you."

[that-basic-simp]

Birthday Surprise

Junker Queen x Fem!Reader CW: N/A WC:1.1k+ A/N: Happy Birthday to our lovely Junker Queen!

"I really miss ya," I said to Odessa.

"I miss ya, too, princess," she said, getting settled in the chair. "Ugh, fuck."

I chuckled, "Still getting used to being there?"

"Yeah. I am not really used to all this tech stuff," she said, adjusting the camera. "Can ya still see me?"

"Yeah. But it's pointing at your chest. Move it up slightly."

She moved the camera up before letting it go, "Better?"

"Much."

She let out a sigh, running her hand through her mohawk, "I'm glad Overwatch was able to send ya some stuff so that we can continue to communicate."

"I am, too. At least I know you're alive after every mission."

"Yeah. I don't know what you'd be doin' if ya didn't hear from me almost every day."

"I know. But talking to one another like this just isn't the same," I said.

"I know, princess. I know. Hopefully one day I won't be needed and we can just talk and spend the day together. Even if it's over a video call like this."

"Yeah. But I really want to see you. To hold you."

"I know ya do, darlin'. Hopefully one day Overwatch will let me go just for a few days."

"I hope so, too."

"Queen, we've got to get going."

She let out a sigh, "I'll be there in a minute. Alright, duty calls, princess."

"Be careful out there. Take care of her, Kiriko."

"I will, Y/N."

"I love you, Dez."

"I love you, too, Y/N," she said and blew me a kiss. I blew her one back.

The camera cut out and the video call shut off. I leaned back against the throne and let out a sigh. It's been a few months since Odessa had to join Overwatch. And in those past few months, it was such an odd change I had to get used to. No longer waking up beside her and finding her amber eyes staring into mine. Eating alone and just walking around Junkertown felt weird without her being there. Leaning towards the computer Overwatch had given me to remain in contact with Odessa, I pulled up someone from the contact list. The profile picture popped up on the holographic screen and it started to ring.

"Hello!" a peppy voice came through.

"H-Hi. Is this Tracer?"

"You betcha! What can I do for you?"

"H-Hi."

"Hold on one second."

Her camera turned on and I was face to face with a woman with short brown hair and matching brown eyes. There were some freckles along the underneath of her eyes, similar to Odessa's, but hers were more prominent.

"There we go. Oh! I know you. You're Odessa's partner."

"Y-Yes, hi. I'm Y/N."

"Nice to meet you, Y/N. Anything we can do for you?"

"I was wondering if it was possible for me to come visit Odessa. She's been lonely up there and we both miss one another."

"Let's see something real quick," she grabbed a calendar, looking over some things. "This month is pretty busy for all of us here. We're needed in multiple areas of the world since Null Sector is non-stop attacking right now and we don't know how long missions are going to take. But aside from that, nothing seems to be going on that is deemed important enough to where she will be reported if she doesn't show. Uhm, I will have to get back to you, Y/N, if that's alright."

"That's completely fine," I said.

"I do have the contact for your phone it seems. So I'll message you whenever there is a slow with some of the fighting."

"Thank you, Tracer."

"You're welcome, Y/N. Is there anything else I can help you with?"

"No. Thank you again."

"Anytime. Take care now!"

"You too," I said and the call ended. I sighed once more, knowing I had to do more waiting until I got to see her. I just hoped it wouldn't be long.

A few more months had gone by and before I knew it, it was getting close to her birth month. It was going to be odd celebrating without Odessa, but that didn't stop me from getting her something in the hopes that I could see her. Or at least find a way to send it to Overwatch so she could receive it. While I was doing some work around the throne room, the phone Overwatch had given us went off. Leaning over to see who messaged, I immediately dropped what I was doing and opened up the message from Tracer.

"Hey, Y/N! A victory has been secured and the fighting has ceased for now. There will be some time for you to come and visit. Should I tell Odessa?"

"No. Please don't tell her. I want to surprise her."

"Sounds good! I have an idea on when we can surprise her!"

I stayed silent as I was hiding in a box. Tracer found a box big enough to where I can sit down and still have enough room to where I didn't feel cramped. She wrapped it up but left the flaps open. Once the position was set and everything, I got in and she closed the flaps. She wrapped a bow around the top and once the bow was unwrapped, that's when I'd pop out and surprise Odessa.

"What's this all about?" Odessa asked as I listened to her footsteps walking around.

"Someone informed me of a very special day for you," Tracer said. "This one is from all of us to you, Odessa."

"For me?" she asked, shocked that she was receiving something. "Ya didn't have to."

"We wanted to. We wanted to get you something that reminded you of home. We know how much you've missed being back in Junkertown."

"Ya have no idea," Odessa sighed.

"So we got you something special! Straight from Junkertown."

"Eh?" she asked, walking towards the box I was in.

"It's kinda big. Tell me ya didn't put a live dingo in 'ere. Then that'd be another problem on our hands aside from Null Sector and Talon."

"Open it," Tracer said.

There were more footsteps as I assumed everyone was nearby, waiting for Odessa to open up the box. She grabbed the bow and untied it. She was about to grab the box flaps, but I popped up.

"HOLY FUCK!" Odessa yelled, about to slap me. Her face went from terror to pure shock. "Y-Y/N?!"

"Surprise!" I smiled. "Happy Bir--"

I was immediately cut off as Odessa pulled me in for a much awaited kiss. I smiled against her lips and kissed her back. Pulling away, she kept pressing pecks to my lips before peppering my face with them.

"D-Dez!" I chuckled. "W-What about the others?"

"I don't care," she breathed out, pressing her forehead against mine. "I want to show you how much I've missed ya."

I jumped up and wrapped my arms and legs around her, hugging her tightly. She grabbed underneath my thighs and held me close.

"I love you," she whispered.

"I love you, too."

She pressed another kiss to my lips.

"Best gift ever."

"Ya haven't seen what I got ya."

"I'm sure I'll love it, princess. But gettin' to see ya. To hold ya. To kiss ya. Best thing ever since I came 'ere."

I chuckled and pressed my forehead against hers.

[genji-centric]

Kinktober List

This will be the first year I'll be doing this! Now, these are what I have lined up, and on each 10th day, there will be themed fics because it is the month for it after all. Links should be added after each update or so. It might take a bit for me to figure everything out, so please be patient with me ^^

Day 1: Size Difference - Reinhardt x F! Reader

Day 2: Choking - Moira x F! Reader

Day 3: Double Penetration - Ramattra x F! Reader

Day 4: Corruption - Genji x F! Reader

Day 5: Frotting - Soldier 76 x M! Reader

Day 6: Glory Hole - Reaper x GN! Reader

Day 7: Piercings - Junkerqueen x F! Reader

Day 8: Public - Venture x M! Reader

Day 9: Sex Tapes - Mauga x M! Reader

Day 10: Hunter/Prey - Werewolf! Ashe x F! Reader

Day 11: Sounding - Lucio x GN! Reader

Day 12: Blackmail - Sombra x F! Reader

Day 13: Mommy Kink - Mercy x F! Reader

Day 14: Threesome - Baptiste + Lifeweaver x M! Reader

Day 15: Aphrodisiacs - Moira x F! Reader

Day 16: Pegging - Hanzo x GN! Reader

Day 17: Free Use - D.V.A. x F! Reader

Day 18: Body Worship - Doomfist x GN! Monster Reader

Day 19: Watersports - Cole x GN! Reader

Day 20: Roleplay - 'Mad Scientist' Junkrat x M! Reader

Day 21: Master/Slave - Ramattra x GN! Reader

Day 22: Toys - Kiriko x GN! Reader

Day 23: Fem Dom - Widowmaker x F! Reader

Day 24: Thigh Riding - Juno x F! Reader

Day 25: Prostitution - Reaper x F! Reader

Day 26: Dry Humping - Tracer x F! Reader

Day 27: Somnophilia - Venture x F! Reader

Day 28: Birthday Lingere - Genji x F! Reader

Day 29: Face Sitting - Cole x F! Reader

Day 30: Period Sex - Vampire! Pharah x F! Reader

Day 31: Group Sex - Blackwatch x F! Reader

[l0serloki]

Rivalry

Hanzo Shimada x Reader

Summary : You come from a family that is in competition with the Shimadas. Little did you know that saving Genji would lead to a different fate..

CW : SMUT, choking, degrading, fingering (f! receiving), fem!reader, dirty talk, rivalry/”hate” from Hanzo, not fully proofread

A/N : I wrote this a long time ago and just found it in the docs.. Let’s hope it’s not too shit. The separations I made were timeskips as well. Enjoy!

Masterlist

You hated the Shimadas. Or so you thought. Your families had always been in a competition, reaching out to take the crown for themselves. 

“Don’t ever associate with the Shimadas, Y/N. Am I understood?” Your father berated you as you wept on the ground. “Yes, father. It won’t happen again.” The man hummed in agreement, walking away.

 How would you have known that the poor boy was a Shimada? And why did it really matter? 

Your eyes trailed down the road, finishing up a job for the night. You noticed movement from beside the trash can and got closer. You couldn’t have any witnesses to your ‘cleaning job’, never wishing to bring dishonor to your family.

“Who’s there?” You called out and then noticed the bloody body. He seemed as if he were on his last breath, his face almost unrecognizable from the wounds. “Oh heavens. It’s okay..” This man wasn’t one you had beat up, and there was no way he witnessed the scene in his condition. “Look, let’s get you help. I’m going to pick you up. Okay?” The man couldn’t respond, his feeble twitches alerted you of his life. 

You carried the man for what seemed like miles, finally finding a clinic to take care of him.

The nurse rushed toward the door, taking care of his limp body. His blood seeped all over the white stretcher as they took him back.

“What happened to him? Can you fill out a form?” The head nurse waved you over, passing a clipboard to you. “I really don’t know. I just found him like that. I don’t even know his name. Will he be alright?” You questioned and the lady shrugged. “We don’t know yet, I’ll tell you when I hear the news. Waiting room is all yours.” 

You waited for a while before you got the news. The nurse tapped your shoulder and you turned. “I’m sorry miss, he will live but he needs dire medical help. We are sending him to a trained professional. He gave me his name and number while he was still conscious.” She handed you a little paper slip. You could feel your heart drop.

Genji Shimada.

You had helped the Shimada clan?! Not only one of their henchmen but the second in line.. You were in for it now..

———

That was two years ago now and yet you still wondered what happened to the poor boy. No matter how many things were drilled into your head you never saw them as ‘inhuman’. 

Genji had been a change in your life, showing you the true way to use your powers - to save. Your talents in weaponry had proved useful, landing you a new spot on ‘Overwatch’. You had heard of the protocol across the news but never really looked into it. A sweet girl named Tracer tracked you down in Osaka and made you a deal. 

“Look, we could really use agents with your skill set. You’ll have a lot of new friends and missions to grow. We will provide whatever necessities you need as well, Y/N.” She rocked back and forth on her feet, giving you time to think. You decided to help, wanting a new adventure away from home.

“Hey darlin! Welcome to the team.” You were slapped lightly on the back by the ‘cowboy’ as Tracer called him. He introduced himself as Cassidy and showed you across base. 

Waving goodbye to your new friend, you sat down to eat. It had been a long day of socializing and you were worn out. Eyes glazing over, you let your body relax.

A loud cough behind you shuddered you out of your little nap, quickly turning to face them. It felt as if your eyes could pop out of their sockets, there was no way… 

“You’re Hanzo.” You deadpanned and his eyebrow raised.

“So the scary Y/N knows basic knowledge. Seems you’re not as stupid as I thought.” His scoff made you roll your eyes. He’s annoying but you didn’t wish to stick to the past hatred.

“Thanks. You’re pretty handsome for being annoying, I guess.” You brushed off your clothes, winking to the man as you made your exit. 

If Hanzo was here then maybe you could ask about his little brother.. Or get to know him a bit more.. You shook the last thought off, making your way to finish the work day.

——

That morning you had run into Hanzo yet again. The two of you just shared a simple glance across the table, continuing to eat breakfast. 

“Oh, Y/N! You’ve met grumpy pants! That’s great - works out perfectly. I have to go deal with a few issues so I can’t train with you today. Hanzo’s schedule is cleared though! You got this big man.” Cassidy slapped his shoulder as he waved goodbye. 

Was he joking? It had to be a set up… Right? You met his eyes and he seemed to be seething. Quiet sighs filled the silent void as you continued to pick at the fruit. 

“Are you done with breakfast? Let's get this over with.” Hanzo stood, beckoning you to follow. You cocked an eyebrow in surprise, setting aside the plate to clean.

The two of you walked down the elongated halls, an air of awkwardness sitting stagnant. Hanzo stopped at the training room door, opening it for you.

“Thanks.” You mumbled and he just hummed as the two of you got in position.

Kick after kick, blow after blow, the two of you fought. You could feel sweat drip down your back, breath leaving in hard huffs. You hadn’t had such a formidable partner in such a long time.

“Good job, Y/N. This hasn’t been bad.” Hanzo addressed, adam’s apple bobbing as he drank water.

You could feel your body hum in excitement at the praise. He looked absolutely gorgeous in the light, his sweat making him sparkle. 

“Thanks, Hanzo. Not too bad yourself.” 

The two of you awkwardly shifted, waiting for the other to speak. You didn’t want to ruin the moment but you were genuinely curious about what happened with Genji. Before you knew it, the words spilled out of your mouth.

“Hanzo, what happened with Genji? After I saved him that night?” 

You watched as his face contorted into questionable horror, a hand rubbing across his brow. 

“I-I don’t know. You were the one who saved him?” Hanzo’s voice was feeble, sounding much like a little child.

You had assumed Genji knew who you were, but then again, you never reached out after that night. You nodded, hand reaching out towards his wrist. His arm tensed at the touch - foggy chestnut hues meeting yours. 

“Thank you for saving my brother, Y/N. Maybe I thought wrong of you.” 

Your heart broke at the sight of such a strong man clearly broken. You didn’t know what happened in his family, but if it was anything like yours, it wasn’t good. You knew what it was like to live with that trauma - even if your clan was long gone.

“Hanzo, can I hug you?”

It took a few minutes but eventually the hardened man agreed, your arms wrapping around his taut muscles. You stood there for what seemed like forever, relishing in the touch. His body was warm, muscles finally relaxing against your own. Maybe he needed this just as much as you did.

His hot breath fanned against your neck as his nose dug into your flesh. You gripped against his shirt, your body warming up even more. Your finger traced down to his lower back, running circles in the indent.

“Since you saved my brother, I’ll give you anything you want.” His deep voice whispered into your ear, fireworks shooting out from your nerves.

“Anything?” 

His hands yanked you even closer, bodies touching. 

“Anything.”

No words had to be exchanged for him to understand what you wanted. Your hands dusted on the waistband of his pants, snapping it against him. Hanzo’s grunt only warmed your core up more, practically pleading for him. He backed you against the cold training door, fingers making their way into your shirt. 

“Hanzo, stop teasing.” You breathed out as the rough pads of his fingers trailed your thighs. His hum was the only response you got as he continued to tickle your soft flesh. 

It didn’t last long as he was about as ready to combust as you were, hands finally ripping at your underwear. A shiver ran down your body at the cold air revealing you, Hanzo’s abyssal orbs taking in your nude form.

“Good.” Was all the man said, his fingers rubbing against your wet folds. You threw your head back as he pushed two digits into your sopping hole, hands gripping at his neck.

“Fuck, just like that.” You crooned, his pace picking up.

“Don’t tell me what to do. You hear me?” Hanzo’s voice went stern, hand coming to grasp at your throat. You nodded along as he continued to curl his digits into you.

It wasn’t even a full minute later that you felt the string inside you ready to snap, your cunt convulsing around his fingers. 

“I can feel you about to cum. Let it go, flower.” Hanzo’s thumb came to circle your clit, only adding more pressure to your oncoming orgasm.

“F-Fuck! Hanzo, I-I’m cumming..” You moaned, eyes rolling back as you reached your high. 

Hanzo gave you a few seconds before you felt his hard member brushing against your throbbing hole. His voice letting out low groans as he rutted himself into you.

“Can I push in?” The man panted, arms grasping on to you for dear life.

You shook your head in confirmation, body shaking as you felt his length move in. He was just the right size and you couldn’t help but think that you wouldn’t last long. He had already given you a mindblowing orgasm and you didn’t have much stamina left. 

His pace was brutal, hands yanking at you to stuff you full. Only the lewd noise of slapping and his grunts could be heard throughout the room.

“Your cunt feels so good around me. You were built to take me.” Hanzo barked out, your body clenching at his nasty words. He took this as a good sign, continuing his dirty talk.

“Bet you love this. Look at you, whoring yourself out to me.” His hand yanked you to look in the workout mirror, watching as he completely obliterated you. You could only moan as he opened your mouth, shoveling two of his fingers into it.

“You like that. Be a nasty bitch and cum. I know you’re close.” Hanzo’s breath puffed against your ear, the overstimulation too much. Your body shook as you reached your second orgasm of the night, creaming around his member. It wasn’t soon after that Hanzo came, decorating your stomach in ribbons of white. 

After a few minutes the two of you reclothed and got ready to leave. Hanzo made his way to the door, turning back to meet your eyes.

“If you ever want to do that again... My door is always open.”

[dumbkiri]

I know this isn't on your list on fandoms, but if this game falls under it please please please can you write this request!

Valorant Omen x Fem! Reader that is a radianite from experiments and she has the power like Tracer from Overwatch! I know he has memory problems and his background is pretty much hidden. But it would be cute if he had a wife and kid that he finds on the misison in ep 8!

𝓐𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻'𝓼 𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓮: You're so lucky I no-life Valorant! And I'm a Mercy Main lmaooo. This is my first Val imagine and I rushed this out with some mistakes. It's like you said Omen is a freaking mystery!! So hopefully this is to your liking!!

Val!Omen x Fem!Reader

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐭

“I’m still here, don’t worry.” 

A ghostly hand caressed the hood of his cloak, her faint touch making him crave more of her. 

“This job is wearing you down, my love. I think it’s time you come back home to me.” 

He could hear the caring in her tone, he could tell she loved him dearly. 

“Just don’t forget about me. Who knows what’ll happen to me if they come for me to get to you. I can tell they’re not done with Wisteria yet and I want you to know that I appreciate all that you did for me to get me out. Must not be easy doing these missions without me.”

He needed her to keep talking. This conversation, he remembers it. He’s starting to remember her and a little bit of what he used to be. 

“What am I saying? It’s hard living in the shadows, hiding the truth away from our employers. Do you still have your wedding ring? You were smart to say that we should wear it on our right hand instead of the traditional left. Truth be told, I wear mine on the left.” 

She laughed. 

“We vowed to keep each other safe. And this mission that you’re going to take on, I have a feeling it’s not going to end in your favor. Just my radar going off. So be safe, —---” 

No, what did she call him? Could it be his name? Say more, say anything! 

“Again, be safe. Phoenix and I await your return. Oh yeah, I have a surprise for you. I just hope you don’t freak out as much as I did.” 

Omen woke up from his slumber and a ball of yarn toppled from his lap when he sprung up from the chair. Quickly the table to his right flipped over when he let his anger out for not getting more information. He looked to the source of sound that woke him up and standing there with his hands up, Phoenix said, “Yo, I apologize for interrupting your sleep, but they’re ready to leave.” 

Omen looked at the mess he made and left it to be someone else’s job to clean it up. Right now, the mission and his group waited for him. Omen knew he had to be closer to the truth because that unknown woman’s voice kept getting stronger, getting more clearer. 

Pissed off, Omen briskly walked past Phoenix and the door automatically slid open to the main hallway. The sound of his heavy footfalls echoed in the silent hallway and he became occupied with the woman again. For now, the information he got in his naps was that, as bizarre as it sounds, they were married. He married that woman out of love and they did missions together until he got her out of their organization. 

Her call sign is Wisteria. Omen passed down that information to Cypher and nothing came out of it besides the word “TERMINATED” on the blank profile. She did exist and he knew deep down she was not dead. 

Another piece of information he attained was that Phoenix is a dog. She did not know of the agent Phoenix, the one that woke him up two minutes ago. Omen could not remember what kind of dog Phoenix was either. 

“Cypher found something, Omen.” 

Iso spoke up first, his back resting on the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. Omen looked around and found Cypher typing away on the main computer pulling up a familiar profile. The profile of Wisteria popped out on the big screen with new information. 

“This profile updated last night and I knew you would want to know about it.” 

Cypher typed some more and multiple files began to open up with pictures of the woman from old missions to her most recent one. In her old missions, she wore an all black tactical gear with a Phantom in her hands. 

“Wisteria is an assassin that works for Hourglass. She has unique abilities that can rival your teleportation,” Sova said, “and she has a dog that fights with her.” 

“A dog?” Omen questioned and Cypher chuckled, a picture maximized from her recent mission popped up. She wore the same outfit, but right next to her with a black tactical vest on was a German Shepherd. Cypher zoomed in on the dog mainly focusing on the patch with the initials PHX in bold red, “The dog’s name is Phoenix and believe me when I say this, you do not want to fight this beast.” 

“Where is she?” 

Cypher turned his chair around and leaned over with a hint of mischief in his tone, “Protecting the boss. The recent mission in Morocco scared him so he brought his loyal dog to protect him in Indonesia.”

“Is there anything else we need to know more about?” Sova asked this time, the woman seemed to put Omen in a state of anticipation. Cypher remained quiet and his head tilted with a slight. Then he stood up from the chair with a cheerful, “No!” 

“Then let’s move,” Omen demanded. 

……

“Mama!” 

You stopped walking next to your boss and before you could turn around, a body jumped onto your leg and Phoenix let out a happy whine seeing her favorite human. You looked down in surprise to see your three year old clinging onto your leg and looking up at you with pretty [e.color] eyes. His hair was unruly as usual and you picked him up from the floor with a grin on your face. 

“Henry, how have you been? Emilia is a nice lady, right?” You sent a discreet glare at the woman in a white pencil skirt and a white blouse to match it. Emilia responded to your glare with a small bow, her stiff body reminding you that she was just following orders as well. 

“We got ice cream after I ate my food! We watched a movie too!” Henry excitedly responded and your boss put his hand on your lower back. His creepy touch sent shivers down your spine and you quickly set Henry down on the floor, ignoring his look of disappointment. 

“I’m sorry, Henry,” You apologized and pressed a quick kiss on his temple, “but I have to work right now. I promise, I’ll see you very soon.” Phoenix nudged Henry and the little boy’s frown disappeared in a flash. He scratched the back of her ears and she licked his face with a happy wag of her big tail. 

You watched with a small smile and said, “You know, Henry, since you’re here Phoenix can join you and Emilia. I’m sure the three of you would enjoy her company, she misses you a lot.” 

Henry looked up at you and wiped his face, “Really? But Phoenix is your protector, mama. She helps you beat the bad guys.” He stopped petting the dog and he looked down at the floor in sadness. “What if something bad happens and she’s not there to protect you?”

It should be the other way around, you wanted to say. If something bad does happen and those guys from Valorant are coming after your boss, you need to make sure Henry would be protected. Emilia was a skilled fighter, but against radianite agents…she  had no chance with them. Phoenix will be able to keep Henry well-protected. And you hoped the agents from Valorant have more heart than the ones working for Hourglass. 

“Nothing will happen to me, okay?” You ruffled his hair and removed a pocket off your vest. The velcro pocket connects to Phoenix’s vest when you pat it on her. “When you hear her growling low and quiet, make sure you give her a treat. She’s letting you know to hide.”

Henry nodded his head and rested his small hand on her head. You waved at him and walked away with your boss straight up to the penthouse. The elevator ride had been silent until the man spoke up, “It was a surprise to see Henry. I don’t recall telling Emilia to bring him over to the building.” 

“I did,” You said without hesitation. You slung the Phantom over your back and continued explaining, “I don’t need Phoenix to watch over me. I thought it best to hand her over to Henry.” 

“You doubt Emilia’s skill to protect your son?” 

You looked at him with a raised eyebrow, “Do you believe she can take on Radianites?” His silence confirmed your answer. Suddenly a shiver went down your spine and it didn’t go unnoticed by your boss. His words demanded you to find the intruders, “Go on then. Find them swiftly and end their lives.” 

……

The first intruder you found was a man with blonde hair and a bow as his weapon. You recognized him as Sova, his aim never seemed to fail him especially in crucial moments. But he lost an eye for a reason. “Are you good at hand to hand combat?” You flexed your fingers then closed them into fists. 

“I have experience.” He responded wary of you. He must know about your ability to teleport or ‘blink’ as you like to call it. You ran at him and he released an arrow your way. Before the tip of it could touch your shoulder, you blinked and appeared right in front of his face. Your fist connects with his jaw making him stumble a few feet away from you. 

He drew another arrow and you blinked out of its way then reappeared in the same spot. You put your hands on your hips and said, “Please just give up. I don’t have time for this.” 

“Neither do I,” This arrow sparked with electricity and it soared towards you with amazing speed. But despite his determination, you caught the arrow in your gloved hand. You wanted to mock him until the arrow sent a pulse of electricity through your system. You yelped and tossed the arrow to the side. 

Your body tingled, the feeling of fuzziness coursing through your body. You didn’t notice that you fell on one knee until you were looking up at Sova. “Nowhere to run,” He said quietly and drew his bow, swiftly he looked away from you and pointed it at the penthouse. 

“Wait, don’t!” You shouted and jumped forward. Everything felt like it was in slow motion. Your legs felt heavy and your heart beated in your chest rapidly. You charged right into Sova and you both rolled over one another on the rails of the crane. You ended up on top of him and pointed your ghost at his forehead. 

Then you dragged your wide eyes to the penthouse seeing your boss falling down the building. You could hear your heartbeat loudly in your ears and you felt the breath leave your body as you holster your pistol. You pulled your communicator from your breast pocket and contacted Emilia. 

“Jaguar, respond.” You pushed yourself off of Sova and gripped the communicator tightly in your hand. “I said respond!” 

A crackle sparked in the communicator and Emilia’s voice came through. The woman sounded remorseful, “I have orders, Wisteria.” 

You knew what she was talking about. Her orders, you remembered them when your boss forced you back in the organization. If you failed him, your son would pay the price. Emilia was his executioner. You could feel the tears in your eyes form, your voice wavering, “Don’t do it. He’s just a boy.” 

“I’m sorry.” Emilia replied back and this didn’t stop you from yelling at her. “Emilia, he’s just a boy!” Then you hoped the command you would give would be heard by your loyal friend. 

“Phoenix, guard!” 

Sova stood up and watched you give him a tearful glare in angry silence. Then you blinked twice across the sky into the penthouse, running past Omen without stopping. Sova felt conflicted yet he informed everyone to search the building for a young boy. 

……

Omen saw flashes of his past. How he came to be and who the responsible one was. It hadn’t been enough though. He needed more. 

“Fool. She’s going to hate you.”

Then Omen felt a wave of sadness and anxiety wash over him. A woman with [h.color] hair and watery [e.color] eyes ran past him with her Phantom gripped tightly in her hands. She spared him no glance and kicked the door to the penthouse down. 

“Friends. There’s a boy in danger, I believe it to be Wisteria’s son.”

Son?

 Omen ran into the circular hallway and watched Wisteria blink all around the floors looking for the little boy. She knocked down so many doors, jumped over the bodies he’s injured prior to all of this. Then she stopped on the fifth floor and he teleported right after she ran into the room. 

He could hear a dog growling and someone muffling their cries. Omen hesitated to walk into the dark room. Could he face her, his supposed wife? Omen peeked into the room and saw her hunched over on the floor, her crying being muffled by something. Phoenix lay down right next to her with a knife wound to her hind legs. 

Wisteria must have heard him take a step and she looked over her shoulder at him. Her [e.color] eyes softened and she ran up to him, holding an unconscious boy in her arms. “Please, you must know how to help him. He won’t…won’t wake up.”  

Omen looked away from her sad eyes to the gunshot wound in the little boy’s shoulder. “I can,” Omen hesitated, “I can take him, but we have to hurry. His breathing is getting shallower.” Omen could feel the boy slowly breathing, the essence of his soul fading away. 

There was no time for hesitation and Wisteria handed her son over to her enemy. Then she ran back to Phoenix, scooping the big dog into her arms. Phoenix whined out loud and Omen could hear Wisteria apologize quietly. 

“Follow me.” 

He wasn’t surprised that she kept up with him. The urgency in her soul seemed to push him to go faster. Her son’s life was on the line and he knew he must be the one to blame. She failed her mission to protect her boss and the punishment for that was the life of her son ending. 

……

Every Valorant agent, especially the young ones, stood outside of the infirmary with bated breaths. They have heard that the mission in Indonesia was a success, but an enemy had been invited to their base of safety. 

“So you’re telling me that Omen brought her in? Isn’t this against regulations or something?” Phoenix questioned, his British accent scratching the back of everyone’s mind. 

Iso rolled his eyes and sipped on his boba drink, “It’s more complicated than you think. Omen knows what he’s doing, we shouldn’t doubt his judgment.” 

The door to the infirmary opened up and Sage and Brim walked out with a confident posture. Sage gave everyone a look and sighed, “I should know better than to think you guys can give anybody some space.” 

“So how is she doing? Is she going to try to escape?” Jett asked, still on some kind of alert. 

Brimstone spoke up for the both of them, “It’s her son and dog that is injured. And no, we heard her story and we can say that she is not our enemy. Now get back to training or else I will assign some chores for you all to do.” 

……

Omen watched the door close and he looked back at Wisteria from the shadowed corner. She looked beyond tired and he felt bad for her. He could feel her sadness and confusion. Her hand slipped away from her son’s and she crossed her arms over her chest. 

“You’re not as sneaky as you think you are, Omen.” 

Her voice remained calm and he knew she was not mad at him for his intrusion. He stepped out of the shadows, his steps light and slow. She looked at him and gestured to the empty seat next to her where Brim occupied before he left the room. 

Omen walked over and took the invitation with not a word uttered. 

“I want to thank you for putting our differences aside, especially in a pivotal moment. I was so…so afraid you would turn away from me.” Wisteria admitted and Omen gazed at her. Her hands were tucked into her arms and she crossed a leg over the other. 

“Never,” He grumbled and a chord tugged at his heart. He knows his past self told her this and he needed her to recall their past for him, “I didn’t turn away from you before, I will never turn away from you now.”

She stared at him cautiously, but brushed it off to start off his interrogation.

“You must have questions about me or something if you’re lingering around the room.” 

Omen shifted in his seat and asked, “Do you know what happened to your husband?” 

Wisteria cleared her throat and followed his line of eyesight, she had forgotten that she took her bloodied gloves off. Her silver band reflects the ceiling light as she twirled it around on her finger, “Uhm, no. My former boss told me that he failed a mission and betrayed the organization. Then he threatened me to not look into the mission, so I know he’s out there somewhere.” 

Omen moved on to the next question, “You mentioned memory gaps, do you know your husband’s name at least?” 

“I do not recall. Ever since I joined the organization and got this ability, the experiments left me with blanks and a house burned to the floor. Not that it matters, we didn’t take many photos together.” 

“Oh,” Omen said dejectedly. Then he asked his third question, “And your son, his dad is the one who left, correct?” 

She took a shaky breath in and nodded her head, “Yeah, I felt extremely bad not letting him know about his son. When he went on missions, we did our best to separate our home life from his work. I was the only one who would contact him with voicemails and I hated the idea of disclosing my surprise on the phone. Little did I know, he wouldn’t return and now it’s been three years of raising Henry on my own.” 

Omen analyzed the way she held her tears back. Wisteria’s voice wavered, “God, I only hope that when I see him again, he’ll forgive me.” She wiped her tears away with a sniffle, “Do you think he would be mad at me? For not telling him?”

The shrouded man flickered in his seat and she noticed the troubled expression on his different face. “I’m..not…” Was now the right time to tell her that he’s her husband? Should he say he’s not mad? That for some reason, he could never be mad at her. She did what was right and did everything she could to protect Henry. 

“I’m not..sure.” Omen hated the way her shoulders slumped and the hope in her watery eyes vanished. She licked her lips and whispered, “Right, you barely know the guy. Anyways, why are you asking so much about him? Did he make you into this?” 

This? 

Wisteria gestured to his flickering form. His conflicted emotions messed up his concentration on maintaining his form. “No, someone else did.” 

“Well if you need-” 

“Ma..ma.”

Wisteria jumped up from her seat and brushed the hair belonging to her son backwards. She peppered his face with small kisses which caused the little boy to giggle. “Mama, that tickles!” Omen stood up and his heartstring tugged at the childish smile on the boy’s face. This little boy is his little boy. A sudden urge to protect him and the woman felt strong in his soul. 

“Wisteria, let Sage know if he needs anything else,” Omen told her and began walking away with heavy footsteps. The door slid open and Wisteria called out to him again, a pretty smile on her tired face, “You can call me [Name].” 

Omen hummed and tried her name out, “[Name].” His gravelly voice sent shivers down her spine in a good way and she blushed lightly. Then he gave her a curt nod, “I’ll let the other agents know that Phoenix needs rest and keep an eye on her for you.”

“Thank you.”

[nickeverdeen]

Christmas Lights | Tracer x fem!reader

Pairings: Tracer x reader (romantic), Mei x Tracer (platonic), Mei x reader (platonic)

Type of fic: Fluff

Warnings: None

Summary: Tracer took you to a Christmas markets festival, but unfortunately you have to part ways at some point so she wastes no time and makes it up to you even though it wasn’t her fault

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The December chill nipped at your cheeks as you strolled hand-in-hand with Tracer through the bustling Christmas market. The air was thick with the scent of roasted chestnuts, mulled wine, and sugary treats, blending perfectly with the cheerful chatter of the crowd. Strings of colorful lights hung above the streets, casting a festive glow over the shops and stalls.

“Cor, look at this one, love!” Tracer exclaimed, tugging you over to a vendor selling handcrafted ornaments. She picked up a delicate glass snowflake, her eyes wide with excitement.

“It’s beautiful, Lena,” you said with a soft smile, watching her face light up like one of the twinkling decorations.

Tracer grinned at you, her hand still firmly holding yours, as if she were afraid to lose you in the sea of people. Every so often, she glanced back at you—not out of worry, but to make sure you were still enjoying yourself. She knew how overwhelming these crowds could be, but you felt perfectly content. Her enthusiasm was infectious, and it was hard not to get swept up in the magic of it all.

As you wandered further, Tracer suddenly stopped short. “Oh! Mei!” she called, waving to the familiar figure hanging lights outside a small shop. Mei turned, smiling warmly as she adjusted her glasses.

“Hey guys! Happy holidays!” Mei greeted, her voice as cheerful as the decorations around her. “Do you two have a moment? I could use a bit of help with these lights—it’s harder than it looks.”

Before Tracer could answer, her gaze darted to a nearby booth featuring a shooting competition. Her eyes sparkled with intrigue, but she hesitated, glancing between you and Mei.

You squeezed her hand gently, catching on to her silent dilemma. “I’ll help Mei,” you offered. “You go ahead and check out that shooting range, Lena. I’ll find you when I’m done.”

Tracer blinked, a flicker of reluctance crossing her face. “You sure, love?” she asked, her brows furrowed. “I don’t like the idea of splitting up.”

“I’ll be fine,” you assured her, your calm voice steadying her nerves. “It’s not like you’re going far. Besides, I want to see what you win.”

Her lips twitched into a lopsided grin. “Alright, but don’t take too long, yeah?”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “Go on, Lena. I’ll see you soon.”

Helping Mei turned out to be simple but rewarding work. Together, you hung up strands of twinkling lights, making the shopfront look as festive as the rest of the market. Mei thanked you profusely, offering you a cup of hot cocoa as a token of appreciation, but you politely declined, eager to reunite with Tracer.

Walking back toward the shooting range, you scanned the crowd for her familiar figure, but she was nowhere in sight. You frowned, about to head further down the market when, in a flash of blue and orange, she zipped into view, skidding to a stop in front of you.

“Lena—”

“Ta-da!” she interrupted, holding out her prizes with a triumphant grin. In one hand, she clutched a massive teddy bear, and in the other, a bouquet of flowers.

Your laughter bubbled up before you could stop it, your breath visible in the cold air. “You really went all out, didn’t you?”

“Well, I couldn’t come back empty-handed, could I?” she said, puffing up her chest in mock pride. “Had to win somethin’ special for my girl.”

You accepted the gifts with a fond smile, the teddy bear’s soft fur brushing against your cheek. “Thank you, Lena,” you said, your voice warm with affection.

Her cheeks flushed, but her grin didn’t falter. “Anything for you, love.”

Sliding your hand back into hers, you tugged her close, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “Come on, let’s find some hot cocoa before you spot another booth to conquer.”

She laughed, her free hand giving yours a gentle squeeze. “Lead the way.”

As the two of you disappeared into the festive crowd, the teddy bear perched between you and the scent of flowers lingering in the air, Tracer’s heart felt as light as the snowflakes beginning to fall.

[darling-answers]

For the november fluff thingie can i request some pillow talk with tracer x fem reader. Lena trys to comfort readers insecurities about herself and all

Day 11

Pillow Talk

This fanfic has the reader being a female, with an insecurity of her body. This hasn’t been proofread my apologies.

The bed was comfortable the fake fireplace going making little noises of how fireplace would make. It was warm and cozy it made you feel safe like your girlfriend who was nuzzled next to you.

Her arm was wrapped around your waist. Some of her hair tickled your face as she rested her head near your own on your pillow. Her hand was placed near your hip as her eyes were closed.

Her mouth was firmly closed as her chest raised up and down. She was in one of your baggy t-shirts and some disposable pajamas shorts.

It was early morning maybe around 6am, with the way you guys are in position in bed it would be hard to fully know what time it was, and the sky being cloudy and raining did not help in the since of time.

One of her leg was loosely hanging off the bed as she was in a very weird position. Lena body was warm, and very thin…. You smacked yourself in your brain as you try to get rid of the thought of your insecurity. Your eye looked over at the window that rain dribbled down the window from.

It left a few sounds as the raindrops came down. Sighing your body shifted to the side to get her hand away from you.

Placing both arms over your stomach the insecurities started to seep more through your brain. Unconsciously grabbing at the pudgy skin of your stomach. Sucking in to look at your body if you were less fat..

“ that not safe love, your pushing the things I love about you away..”

A murmur in your ear startled you, tracer seemed to of waken up as you shifted. She was a very light sleepover even with a lack of sleep she always was cheerful and ready for the new day. Lena bright smile beamed as she sees you look at her. She placed a big kiss on your cheek as she comes to gently set her hand on your belly.

“ Don’t be ashamed. You are the most loviest woman with the most beautiful personality! Don’t be scared to show off your beautiful body. You are the sweetest woman that I want to spend the rest of my life with I could not ask for a better person.”

Her hand reached from your belly to gently hold your hand as she made you look at her in the eyes. Her brown eyes her expression was one filled with joy but also sincerity.

“ don’t hide yourself from me, don’t compare yourself to those girls. Because I wouldn’t ask for anything different about you, if you want to change yourself I would support you all the way but if you think that I woudln’t love you for who you are now you are so wrong.”

She said with a more of a whisper this time her head came to gently rest on your shoulder her hand grasp your hand with a lovely firm embrace as she gently placed a kiss on your chin. As she heard a giggling from your mouth she smiled to.

“ tell me your fears, tell me your worries i want to know all about you without you worrying about me not knowledge them. You being safe and comfortable is more valuable than anything.”

She whispered the last part as she heard out all your worries all your concern. What troubles you what made you feel so scared, what helps you, what made a difference.

“ thank you.. I don’t know what I can say Lena… I never expected so much to be blurted out of my mouth and now saying all of it I feel better.”

As she saw your small smile and your voice becoming sleepy as both of you discussed the problems you had and all other stuff she nodded at the words.

“ I’m your girlfriend that is what I’m here for no matter what I’m here to help you but also to provide support if I’m not there for you what kind of girlfriend am I actually?”

She laughed at her own joke as you both looked at the clock together it seemed to already be late at night as she sighed. Holding onto you tight. As she felt you start to fall more asleep she relaxed in your embrace. When you finally felt asleep and she knew you did she relaxed as she also fell asleep, the fireplace was still going as the pleasant scent of both of you guys mixed into the bedsheets.

A new part of your guys relationship would start a new chapter without the worry of negative feels or ever the feeling of scared of your insecurities.

[theshiplife]

Corazón: Sombra x fem!reader

Summary: You have had a crush on sombra for awhile and you finally decide to tell her how you feel and that confession leads to a night you’ll never forget. NSFW!

You’ve been with talon for a few months now, going on missions to stop anything or anyone that tries to stop Talon in their efforts for a better world. While working for them you have had your eye on a certain purple haired hacker, you’ve been on missions with her many times and her charms have grown on you enough to develop a crush on her.

You are currently in the common room at Talon’s base and looking over at Sombra who is hacking a targets file digging up information. You figured you would finally muster up the courage to tell her your feelings but you figure you are way out of her league, she is one talon’s best agents and your just a low rank field operative, she’s beautiful and your just you.

Widowmaker enters the room and sees you taking glances at her, she rolls her eyes and walks over to you, “Why don’t you just tell her how you feel?”, “Geez! Lacroix you scared me”, “I’m an assassin cherie of course you won’t hear me come up behind you”, you roll your eyes at her, even though Widowmaker has no feelings you managed to make a decent friendship with her over the months. “You need to tell her eventually otherwise she’ll figure it out herself”, Widowmaker turns to look at Sombra who is hacking away, “Which I’m surprised she hasn’t already”, you look at her “I don’t know Amelie, she’s great and I’m just me”, “Don’t sell yourself short y/n, if you truly want her to know how you feel, deep down you’ll find the courage to tell her”, you chuckle “You’ve been with Tracer again haven’t you?” , she looks at you, you and Sombra are the only ones who knows about her relationship with the overwatch agent, “Keep that under wraps cherie”, you both laugh, “I really like her Amelie”, “You can do this”, “ You’re never this nice, what’s going on?”, “I’m only telling you so maybe you’ll stop screwing up on your missions because you’re making googly eyes at Sombra”, “There’s the Widow I know”, you chuckle, “Just do something or I’ll tell her myself”, she says and walks out the common room.

“Hey y/n” Sombra says walking towards you, as she gets closer you take in her beautiful figure and her hips which drive you wild when she walks. Your heart starts to pound and butterflies in your stomach start to form. “H-Hey Sombra”, you say nervously no doubt she noticed, “I’ve dug up some information on our target, you wanna discuss it later tonight in your room?”, your eyes go wide, “I thought Reaper was working on that mission with you?”, “Oh cariño I forgot to tell you I switched him with you because I need you’re specific expertise on this one”, now you were really sweating, she specifically chose you to do this with, “Wow Sombra thank you!, that’s huge praise coming from you”, “Heh flattery will get you everywhere with me sweetheart”, did she just call you that!?!?! “So I’ll meet you in your room later tonight, we can order something and discuss while we eat, sound good?”, “Y-yeah I’d love that”, you say nervously, “Great, see you then mi corazón”, as she walks away you finally breathe not noticing you’ve been holding your breath the entire time. You also take note of what she called you before she left, you noticed she has called you that multiple times and you haven’t asked her what it means.

-TIMESKIP-

Later that night you’re frantically cleaning your room so it can look nice for her, as your putting away the rest of your clothes you hear a knock at the door, you panic, “Just a second”, you scramble to put the last thing away and head to open the door, “Hey Sombra!”, you say leaning against the door way trying to look calm and collected, “Hey!, I hope you like Chinese food”, she says as she holds up the bag with the food in it.

As you two are eating, Widowmakers words kept playing in the back of your head and you thought to yourself if tonight is the night to tell her how you feel. You both finish your food and start discussing your next target, “Oh look he has a girlfriend”, Sombra points at the screen she’s pulled up, “Can we use that to our advantage?”, you asked her, “I don’t know, I wouldn’t know anything about that kind of stuff, I’ve never dated”, you start to blush, maybe this is a sign to tell her, “Wow really?, anyone would be lucky to date you”, did you just say that out loud!?!?!, she puts her screen away with a flick of her wrist, “Oh would they now?”, she scoots closer to you on your bed, “Please tell me more about that”, you grow hot as she got close to you but you see this as the perfect opportunity.

You take a deep breath but you can’t look at her, “Well your smart, funny, snarky but in a good way, and you’re very beautiful, you should be appreciated, and loved”, you couldn’t bear to look at her, Sombra put her index finger under your chin so your forced to look at her, “Now was that so hard to say?”, you look at her confused, “I’ve been waiting for that to come out of your mouth for months now”, you look at her shocked, “I like you too y/n, and I wanna explore what we have going on here, mi vida”.

You looked up at her, your flush deepening. She reached out, a silent question, to which you nodded and allowed her to cup your cheeks, bringing you in closer until you were lightly pressed up against her body. Your fingertips twitched and you raised your hands, resting them on the curves of her hips. She hummed, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. Her nails, on one hand, traced down your face, down to your collarbone, and then to the back of your neck where she scratched gently. Her touch, yet gentle, was electrifying, sending shivers straight down your spine, and unconsciously, you pressed your body further against hers.  

You felt your body go limp and she took the moment to press her lips against yours. Surprisingly, it was gentle at first, your chest blooming with affection. Her lips were gorgeously softer than you could have possibly imagined. The velvety plush melding almost too perfectly with your own. You allowed your eyes to close as your arms raised to her neck, wrapping themselves around it. The normally cool skin of her face and neck began to heat up as you pressed further into this kiss and moaned against her lips. That did it for her. She deepened the kiss, her touches becoming more frantic, more desperate. 

She pushes you back into the bed, you wrapped your arms around her neck, running your fingers through her hair. Her hands traveled up and down the length of your body, groaning softly against the kiss as they landed on your hips and pulled them closer to her own. She broke the kiss, leaving you silently gasping for air, and placed open-mouthed kisses down your neck and to your collarbone. Your back arched, pushing your chest out to her. As she continues to trail kisses down your neck you tell her something important, “Ah-Uh Sombra?”, she hums in response still kissing you, “I’ve never done this before…at least with a woman”, she looks up at you, “That’s ok mi vida”, she kisses your lips, “We’ll go slow”.

Your arm hooked back around her neck and brought her closer as you pressed your lips against hers, breathing out a trembling moan. She deepened the kiss and licked at your lower lip and when you parted your lips, her tongue met yours, brushing up against each other as you both let out sensual moans. Her kiss was dominant and dare say primal as her fingers circled around your clit through the garment. Her other hand slid up your stomach and tugged down the front of your dress by the hem, revealing your pretty lacy bra. Her eyes opened as she watched herself cup one of your breasts, giving it a firm squeeze before pulling up the entire piece altogether.

She kept her thumb over your clit as her fingers probed at the fabric. With a smirk, she pulled her hand away, marveling at the wetness that was covering them.

 

"Look how wet you are for me, [Y/N]." 

 

Your eyes fluttered and leaned your head back, giving her full access to your neck which she greedily took. Her hand returned back to its original place as she sucked against your pulse, still massaging one of your breasts before switching to the other to give it the same kind of attention. 

 

Aroused was far from what you were feeling at this point, it was beyond that. You felt her touch everywhere, expertly knowing what made a woman tick, every grope, stroke, and bite was pure ecstasy. You didn't want to end just there, your body wanted to feel sore the next day, desperate to feel her touch in more ways than one. 

 

Your thighs began to twitch when she added more pressure against you, mixed with small bites on the particularly sensitive part of your neck that never failed to make your body tremble. The way her hips rolled and bucked up against you guaranteed that she was enjoying this as much as you were, her soft groans rumbling against your skin. 

She took your clothes off nice and slow until you are bare underneath her. She kissed your inner thighs, nipping at the soft flesh. Every cell in your body felt like it was on fire and when you felt her gently blow against you, your hips jerked. One of her hands held you down by the waist, keeping you still. 

 

You stared down at her, panting heavily as she gazed up at you through her eyelashes. You fisted the bedsheets with a white-knuckled grip and she lowered herself further, muttering filthy things under her breath. Your hips mustered enough strength to buck up towards her and that's when finally her tongue ran up your slit, still making sure to maintain eye contact with those gorgeous, sultry eyes. You bit your lip, a shaky sigh exhaling through your nose as she did it again, moaning at simply your taste. 

She yanked you closer to her face and used her thumbs to part your lips, cleaning up all the wetness with her tongue. Paying absolutely no mind to your throbbing clit, only feeding her own pleasures. Her tongue danced around your entrance, pulling back occasionally to savor the mess that she was only making worse. Just the sensation alone made you clench around nothing, desperate to have something fulfill your desire. 

 

One of her hands trailed up your body and wrapped itself around your neck, groaning at the way your cries and moans vibrated against her palm. You wanted more, your body craved it and you'd do absolutely anything for her to give it to you. You pulled her hand away from your neck and kissed the center of her palm before dragging your tongue along the length of her digits. This seemed to only spur Sombra further as her tongue dipped inside your aching cunt. 

 

Her other arm prevented you from squirming and you gripped the other, your nails digging into her skin. You kissed the tips of her fingers before taking two of them into your mouth as her tongue explored inside of you. 

You moaned as her fingers pressed down on your tongue and held it for a few seconds, then allowed you to continue worshiping them. 

 

When it seemed like Sombra had her fill she pulled away, leaving open-mouthed kisses on both of your thighs, her fingers slipping out of your mouth. 

 

Her glistening fingers found themselves at your entrance before slipping inside.Sombra cooed gently, biting her bottom lip as she pumped them in and out of you. You felt yourself immediately clamp down on her, your back arching once again as you cried out her name.

 

"Look how beautiful. Taking me like the good girl you are...so tight for me." 

 

"Sombra…Sombra, please…"

You threw an arm over your face and let out a small scream when her fingers curled inside of you, brushing against the velvet of your walls. 

 

Her eyelids fluttered and leaned back down, finally brushing her tongue against your clit. You gasped sharply and tangled your fingers into her purple tresses. She flicked over it, tracing with circles and figure eights as her fingers worked dutifully inside of you. When her plush lips wrapped themselves over the swollen bud and sucked, you felt yourself begin to reach your climax. You tugged onto her hair as your thighs trembled around her head, your moans and screams rising in pitch. She grunted each time you pulled and managed to breathe out, “That’s it babygirl, cum for me”.

White, hot pleasure bloomed into your vision as you came, chanting her name like a prayer. Sombra worked you down from your orgasm before slowly pulling out her fingers, cleaning them off with her tongue. 

 

Sombra licked her lips and crawled onto the bed, hovering over you. "Absolutely delicious." She took in the panting, trembling form beneath her and pressed her lips against yours. You immediately deepened the kiss once you tasted yourself on her tongue, pulling her body down against yours until your chests were touching.

 

Your hands roamed down her body, touching all that you could reach as your lips clashed together. Her body felt amazing against yours, just the feeling of her soft, caramel skin under your touch left you breathless. Your nails ran down her back and pass her augments,she grasped the top of the headboard. Her hair were tossed out of place and stuck to her forehead. She broke away from the kiss and whispered huskily into your ear. "You're going to use that pretty mouth on me now. Okay, sweet girl?" 

 

The way she panted against your skin nearly made your eyes roll back and you nodded.

 

"Please...I want to make you feel good too."

She gave you another deep kiss before sitting up, carefully lifting one of her legs and settling herself right above your face. You eagerly adjusted yourself under her, wrapping your arms around her thighs as they bracketed your face. 

 

You wet your lips as she got comfortable, distributing her weight so that she didn’t crush you, not like that would’ve been a problem anyway. She reached down and guided your mouth against her clit, hissing softly when your tongue made contact. Her hips slowly rolled as she leaned her head back, running her hand down her throat as she hummed. “Right there, that’s it.”

 

You buried your face against her as you mimicked her ministrations from earlier, learning what exactly made her breath hitch. She reacted better to long, broader strokes, relishing in the sensations you were providing for her. 

 

She was definitely a louder lover than you were and frankly, it was hot. She reached back, balancing herself on your thighs as her back arched, beginning to set a faster rhythm for herself. Your eyes were clouded with lust, dizzy from her intoxicating taste that you found yourself already addicted too. Matching her pace, you sunk your nails into her flesh, leaving crescent-shaped marks against it, your moans vibrating against her. 

 

"Fuck, don't stop. God, you're going to make me cum." 

 

She straightened out, once again gripping the headboard tightly. You ran your hands up her stomach, your thumb tracing over a light, old scar that ran across her lower abdomen. The other hand reached further, cupping her breast and giving it a firm squeeze. 

 

Sombra looked down at you through half-lidded eyes, her mouth open as she moaned. Once her thighs began to shake, you flattened out your tongue, letting her grind against it, letting her use you. 

 

"That's it, corazón...you're going to make me cum, fuck. Fuck. Fuck!" Her hand covered her mouth in an effort to contain her EMP, when she blessed you with one of her muffled cries as she came against your tongue. You dragged your tongue around her clit, making her twitch harshly against your mouth. 

 

Her chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, still occasionally bucking before she lifted herself off of you and collapsed by your side. She closed her eyes as she came down from her high. 

You weren't done with her, not by a longshot. 

 

You sat up and straddled her hips, gently running a hand down her sternum. She smiled and opened her eyes, chuckling softly. "Insatiable are we?"

 

"I can't help it when you're laying here naked for me." You stuck out your bottom lip and gave her your best innocent expression.

 

She sat up, pulling your hips closer to her own. "Be careful what you wish for, mi vida. You're going to be begging me to stop." 

 

"Don't make promises you can't keep." You gently kissed the tip of her nose, biting your lip as her hold on you tightened.

-TIMESKIP-

The next few hours were spent pulling orgasms from one another, late until the sun began to rise. 

 

You were both spent, your back pressed against her chest as your head laid on one of her arms. She lazily pressed sweet kisses along your neck before burying her face into your hair. 

 

This was bliss.

 

You were right where you belonged. 

 

"Sombra?" 

 

She hummed tiredly, adjusting the blanket, leaning back over to place a kiss on your cheek.

 

"I want to be with you, officially."

 

Your heart nearly soared when you felt her smile against your skin.

 

"You read my mind exactly."

[ashicyde]

Tracer x fem reader pls!! Maybe they go over to readers house but reader isnt out to her parents yet and lena drops the bomb that their dating. Readers parents arnt supportive

—Mess up—

・Tracer x female reader・

Angst

>>Overwatch Masterlist<<

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You and Lena just got to your house, coming from a small date. You guys walked into the house together just walking next to each other. Lena knew you weren't out to your parents, she knew she needed to be careful. As soon as you guys walked in you guys went to go to your room, but your mother stopped you.

"You guys always go to your room, why don't you both play some games with us?" Your mother questioned, and you could tell the she was slightly suspicious of you two always going in your room, but she also thought it was you two just deciding to be antisocial butterflies. You were hesitant on playing, but you looked to Lena and she softly nodded.

"Sure, what game?" You asked nervously, which you mother noticed but decided to ignore it.

"What would your friend like to play?" Your mother asked, looking at Lena. Lena thought for a moment before speaking.

"Do you have Mario Kart?" She asked.

You smirked, knowing Mario Kart was one of Lena's favorite games. You nodded softly and you saw Lena grin.

"Mario Kart it is." Your mother said happily, going to the living room where your father already was. You all went to the living room, sitting on the couch, you and Lena sitting next to each other on one side and your parents sitting on the other side.

Your father turns on the switch and TV getting everything set up. After a moment you all are selecting your characters and karts, then the map. You and Lena always got competitive during games, and this was no different.

You were now on the last round, on the last lap, tied neck and neck with Lena. Right as you get to the final turn of the lap you throw a red turtle shell at her, it hitting her and stalling for enough time to let you cross the finish line.

"Babe that was such an unfair move!" Lena yelled as she looked to you with a pouty face. You were about to reply before hearing your mother's voice.

"'Babe'?" She repeated, looking at you and Lena with shock.

Your heart dropped, the air was tense now as an uncomfortable silence fell upon the room except for the Mario Kart music from the TV. Your parent's faces slowly turn into disgust.

"Get out." Your father said firmly.

"Wait let me–"

"I said GET OUT!" Your father repeated, raising his voice. "Get your stuff and leave my house!"

You knew you weren't going to be able to do anything, so you just got up and went to your room to grab your belongings. Lena called after you, but didn't follow you as she was being told to also leave by your mother.

You packed your things, grabbing clothes, your wallet, your phone, your charger, etc. You put your bag on and quickly started to leave, hearing your parents talk about how they could've prevented this if they were more strict.

You exited the house and feel Lena quickly hug you as tight as she could.

"Baby I'm so sorry...! I didn't mean to-" She cried, her voice faltering as she tried to apologize.

"No... No it's fine..." You muttered, tears sliding down your face before wiped them away. "I need to go figure out where I'm staying now..."

"Stay with me, love..." Lena said softly, cupping your face in her hands. "... Please..." She pleaded.

You sadly stared at her for a moment, thinking about it before sighing and nodding. "I have no where else to go..." Lena gently rubs her thumb against your cheek, wiping away tears before kissing your forehead.

"You'll always have a place with me..."

[babieroachy]

✩☆requests closed, trying to catch up!☆✩

hello, i'm jules! i write sfw agere content! send in a request and i shall deliver!

there's a criminally low amount of age regression content for a lot of the media i enjoy, so i'm taking it upon myself to change that by writing content for some obscure characters with little to no demand!

♡´･ᴗ･`♡

𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐢 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫:

overwatch

dead by daylight

fallout (4 & 76)

twd

death stranding

fortnite

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢’𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞:

d.va (ow)

junker queen (ow)

orisa (ow)

ramattra (ow)

reinhardt (ow)

roadhog (ow)

sigma (ow)

cassidy (ow)

echo (ow)

genji (ow)

hanzo (ow)

junkrat (ow)

mei (ow)

reaper (ow)

soldier: 76 (ow)

tracer (ow)

ana (ow)

kiriko (ow)

lifeweaver (ow)

lúcio (ow)

mercy (ow)

moira (ow)

zenyatta (ow)

the wraith (dbd)

the trapper (dbd)

the nurse (dbd)

the shape (dbd)

the huntress (dbd)

the cannibal (dbd)

the ghost face (dbd)

the oni (dbd)

the executioner (dbd)

the blight (dbd)

the twins (dbd)

the nemesis (dbd)

the cenobite (dbd)

the artist (dbd)

the mastermind (dbd)

the deathslinger (dbd)

the spirit (dbd)

the pig (dbd)

the knight (dbd)

dwight fairfield (dbd)

feng min (dbd)

leon scott kennedy (dbd)

haddie kaur (dbd)

vittorio toscano (dbd)

mikaela reid (dbd)

rebecca chambers (dbd)

jill valentine (dbd)

jeff johansen (dbd)

thalita lyra (dbd)

renato lyra (dbd)

sole survivor (fo4)

nick valentine (fo4)

piper (fo4)

maccready (fo4)

john hancock (fo4)

deacon (fo4)

paladin danse (fo4)

cait (fo4)

preston garvey (fo4)

beckett (fo76)

julie (appalachia radio) (fo76)

paladin rahmani (fo76)

duchess (fo76)

purveyor murmrgh (fo76)

aries (fo76)

danilo (fo76: pitt)

daryl dixon (twd)

rick grimes (twd)

carl grimes (twd)

sam porter bridges (ds)

higgs monaghan (ds)

most fortnite characters, just ask ^^

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𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞:

fluff

MILD angst

gender neutral reader

masc reader

sfw agere

sfw petre

ships / non x reader

x reader

headcanons

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𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐖𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞:

nsfw

excessive angst

fem reader

any request that violates standard dnis

[kuramassss]

Im gonna start write fanfics with characters x reader, so im taking requests for:

DC Fem characters:

Raven

White Canary

Black Canary

Black Siren

Laurel Lance

Thea Queen

Sara Lance

Harley Quinn

CW Characters:

Supergirl

Kara Danvers

Alex Danvers

Overgirl

Red Daugher

Nia Zal

Black Canary

Black Siren

Laurel Lance

Sara Lance

Ava Sharp

Charlie

Caitlyn Snow

Killer Frost

Thea Queen

Shado

Jessie Wells

Overwatch Characters:

Ashe

Tracer

Widowmaker

D.Va

Ana Amar

Pharah

Mercy

Mei

Bridget

Junker Queen

Echo

Moira Odelion

[theshimadaslovers]

~SO...THIS IS LOVE~

(HANZO X YOU FEM!READER)

Part 4

Sorry the late, I was insecure with this chapter aa

Art by: @dexbonus

*Lisboa was being destroyed and massacred by Talon that came out of nowhere. The building that you and Hanzo were at, was starting to falling apart*

You- *gasp feeling the bulding move* Hanzo...! We gonna fall!

Hanzo- Hold on! *he yelled looking around and hiding from the shots* Jump! Jump to the other building behind us!

You- Hanzo! Come with me! Now!

Hanzo- JUST GO! I need to hold them!

You- You won't fucking hold that alone!

Reinhardt- HANZO! Y/N! GET OUT OF THERE! NOW! *He screamed down there while holding the shield against bombs* THE BUILDING IS FALLING!

You- HANZO! *You yelled again*

Hanzo- *Groans and go to you* Go! GO!

*When both come to the edge the building lost total balance and have a huge piece lost from the base making a huge impact, you fell and hold on the edge*

Hanzo- Y/n! Hold! *Stands his hand* Come on!

You- I can't! Hanzo! My rifle!

Hanzo- Fuck the rifle! Give me your hand! Please!

*You tried many times and finally get it, but the building started to fell back in direction to the building behind. With no time to jump, Hanzo pull you to him holding you tightly and both fell with the building making Ana terrified*

Ana- No! *She exclaimed behind Reinhardt shield* They fell! Reinhardt! We need to rescue them! Cover me!

Reinhardt- Wai...! *Ana starts to run* Ana! Wait! The shield won't take it for too long!

Ana- Hold position!

Jack- *runs to the falling building too* Ana! Watch out for Reinhardt! *Starts to digging by taking off the destructions*

Ana- Where is everyone?!

Jack- Fighting...! Everyone!

Phara- Mother! *Called from the sky* What happened?!

Ana- Hanzo and y/n crashed with the building! Call reinforcements! *Phara immediately flew away* Jack! We can't do this alone!

Jack- No one stay behind! No until I die!

Reinhardt- The shield is failing! Aargh!

Ana- *look at both sides not knowing what to do* Jack! Get out of there!

Jack- Wait! I GOT IT! *Immediately Ana go to help* I can see y/n!

Reinhardt- *The shield failed* ANA! *starts to fight*

Ana- Dammit! *Grab her dart with extra healing and grab a small bottle with blue liquid mixing up * Hold! I'm trying! *shake it and put on her bracelet launching against Reinhardt right on the neck*

Reinhardt- *screams and fall down but immediately starts to power up*

Ana- You're powered up! GET IN THERE!

Reinhardt- I'M FEELING INVINCIBLE!! *Explodes in glory and furious* AAAARGH HAHAHAHAA! FEEL THE CRUSADERS!!

Jack- *look at her suprised* What was that?

Ana- A little experiment. Now, help me!

*Jack and Ana pull you out that was unconscious*

Ana- Y/n! Look at me! You can hear me? Open you eyes, little girl...!

You- *slowly opens and cofs* Han...? Argh! My leg! Ana!

Ana- I need you to calm down, honey...*Grab another dart*

You- *Try to find Hanzo* Where is him?!

Ana- Jack is trying to find him... I need to take you out of here.

You- No no...! Hanzo saved me! I need...! *feels the pain* I need to see him...!

Ana- You'll but not now!

Angela- Ana! *Flew to both of you landing down going straight to you* Oh no, doesn't look good...

Ana- I need you to take care of her, Doctor. Take her out of here!

Angela- Yes! Baptiste is coming to help and also Tracer with Winston.

Ana- Perfect, thank you...! *A explosion close there* Reinhardt!

Reinhardt- I'M STILL IN BATTLE! HAHAHAAAA! *Passing trought crushing against the Talon agents*

Ana- Reinhardt, honey...! Don't overpower yourself! *worried* Get back in here!

Angela- Ana, I'm taking her...anything, call me.

*Ana nodded and Mercy flew away carrying you, it was easy, thanks to the valkyrie wings*

*A few minutes after, you finally opened your eyes feeling your whole body hurts, specially you left arma*

You- Mercy...?

Angela- Hi, I'm here, darling...*She appers holding some bandages* I just bandage your broken arm...we're safe in here.

You- I broke my arm...great.

Angela- You need to keep it unmoved, ok? *smiles and tap you head* Is gonna be ok, I'm Dra. Ziegler, I can make some little miracles *laughs*

You- Wait, what is happening out there? Where is everybody?

Angela- It seems that Talon came from the other side of the country. Captain Morrison said that actually they may have come from behind and strike from the front.

You- Dosen't make sense...wait...where is him?

Angela- Who? Hanzo? *she smiled* He's ok with Baptiste.

You- Is he bad as I'm?! He protect me! *tries to sit down* Ow ow ow!

Angela- Careful! *She holds you worried* Do not move...you very injure. Hanzo is pretty hurt, I'm not gonna lie to you, y/n, but he'll live.

You- Is he in dangerous...?

Angela- Well...*sighs* He broke a leg...feet...hurt his face...

You- Angela...! I need to see him!

Angela- He is in a treatment with Baptiste, sweety, he will be fine. Jean is amazing with those kind of situation, trust him.

You- Hanzo is gonna be so upset about his leg...*close your eyes and sighs*

Angela- He is a strong man, y/n, he'll be 100% well very soon.

*At the other side of the city in another medical center*

Baptiste - Hold on, Hanzo...! Let me bandage your eye, friend! Sit down! Your leg is broken! *Desperately trying to pull him back to the treatment room*

Hanzo- I need to see her...! My wounds will heal!

Baptiste- Well, if you die it won't heal...! Now, come back! She's alright! Better than you, I suppose...

Hanzo- My leg...! *He list balance and before fell, Baptiste hold him* Arg!

Baptiste- I know that love speaks louder...but listen to me, my friend, she's fine.

Hanzo- I don't know if I protect her enough...Does she broke something?

Baptiste- She. Is. Fine. Now come back...! You're heavy! Damn muscles...! *drag him back to the bed* There we go...! That was hard...you're such a stubborn, jezz...

Hanzo- *In agony* Da...mmit! Argh...!

Baptiste- Hurts, right? *laugh and suddenly look at him serious* So stay in bed. Also, you break a rib, you almost break a wrist, several cuts and...it could be worse. You and y/n fell in some position that didn't ki both of you. Fascinating. Oh, I forgot to tell...your eye. *walk to him doing the bandage* you hit your face and hurt very close to your left eye... a cut right on the eyelid.

Hanzo- I can feel it...*groans* the war, what is happening?

Baptiste- We're fighting well. Jack is doing a great job with the others. I believe that'll end soon.

*Hanzo sighs taking his hand to his face, he notice that he felt a little guilty in not protecting you very well*

Baptiste- You really like her, don't you? *smirk*

Hanzo- *sighs and gave him a little chuckle* Yes...I do. I do.

Baptiste- Never felt this way before? *checking his eye bandage*

Hanzo- No...Never thought about it, actually.

Baptiste- *chuckle* When you find your soulmate, you can never escape. *a explosion happens outside shaking the place* Oh damn...that was close.

Hanzo- *sighs* Soulmate? There's a soulmate for a man like me?

Baptiste- Hanzo, I killed a lot of civilians...a hurted people. I was a Talon agent. If I believe there's someone out there that I deserve? Yes...I do. Villains can turn good if they open their eyes *smiles* Open up, Hanzo.

Hanzo- I have my two eyes opened for a long time...

Baptiste- So open a third one.

Hanzo- Could that even being possible?

Baptiste- You're already doing it that *laughs* Genji always talked about how grumpy and serious you are, and now, we're meeting another side of you, man. Love is the most miracle healing that you could ever feel.

*Hanzo smiled and agreed with his head*

Hanzo- I changed a lot.

*Outside, in the middle of war~*

Reinhardt- Do it again! Do it again! Do it AGAIN!

Ana- I won't boost you again, Reinhardt!

Reinhardt- My lady...! You saw me smashing those Talon agents with my own hands! If we keep up like that, this is gonna end in a blink of a eye! HAHA!

Ana- Smash them with your own hands?! A blink of a eye?! And I'm healing you deep bullet wounds and cuts! You gonna die in a blink of a eye! *slap the back of his head and she back to the bandages* You silly big man...this is war, not a game.

Reinhardt- Aw come on, Ana *chuckles* You looove see me fighting~

Ana- Ooh shut up! *laughs*

Jack- Well, it seems that they retreated...*out of breath and full of blood in his clothes, Rein and Ana looked at him scared* What?

Reinhardt- Did you murder someone with a stone or what?

Ana- You're covered in blood, Jack...

Jack- Oh, this? *sighs* Helix rockets... But the guy were to close.

Reinhardt- Mein Gott...*cleans throat* Well! I'm good to go! *get up and Ana immediately and calmly pull him back*

Ana- No, you're not. By the way, any news from Hanzo and Y/n? I'm worried...

Jack- Well, all I know until now is that, Hanzo is kind worse than her, broke a leg. None of them are in dangerous.

Ana- Well, is a relief ... what a bad lucky for them *sighs*

Reinhardt- At least they're in this together *laughs* They'll have each other support.

Jack- Yeah, you're right. I'll bring some news and warn me if someone weird or deadly happen.

[that-basic-simp]

Flowers

Junker Queen X Fem! Reader CW: None WC: 1.4k+

Looking at the metal flowers that were on Odessa's bedside table, I smiled to myself, remembering the time I took to make them to tell her thank you for everything she did in the Wastelands for me. I was glad I could give her something she'd always cherish. While I cherished the necklace she gave me, unfortunately, the chain broke and I wasn't able to find another one. Odessa knew it made me upset and tried to find a new chain, but I told her I'd just keep the pendant on my bedside table. She didn't like that idea at first, but it took her a lot of convincing that it was going to be just fine.

While looking at the flowers, I remembered the time I had seen actual flowers and that was when she bought some roses to propose to me. That was one of the only times I had seen real flowers and actually remembered them. Since I was banished, I vaguely remember seeing real flowers and that was when my father gave them to my mother. So while the metal flowers can defy life and death, it still brings back some painful memories from the Wastelands. Getting an idea, I opened the drawer from my bedside table and grabbed the phone, texting Kiriko. We talked here and there for a bit before we agreed on something. Now I just needed to get Odessa in on this without telling her what we were going to do.

Kiriko suggested that we get Ana's sleep dart and knock her out to drag her onto the plane. Which I thought was a fine idea, but what would happen if people saw us dragging her sleeping body out of Junkertown. Everyone would lose their minds. I told Kiriko I'd think of an idea, I just needed Kiriko to relay the message to Tracer that we need the hovercraft.

"Hey, princess," the door opened up and Odessa walked through it, startling me to where I dropped the phone. "Scare ya?"

"N-No," I said, quickly picking up the phone.

"Who ya messagin'? Ya really don't bring the phone out unless somethin' is wrong. D-Does Overwatch need me again?" she walked towards me.

"Actually, Tracer needs help with something. Call it a bit of a scouting mission."

"I see. When are we headin' out?"

I looked down at the phone to see Tracer messaged me. I typed back to her and got a quick response.

"In about a few hours."

"Let me get some things we might need," she said.

"I-I think we'll be fine without the usual stuff."

"Are ya sure, princess? If we're scoutin', we might need it later."

"I know, but Tracer said it's a different kind of scouting mission."

"I see," she said. "Well, I am bringin' Gracie just in case."

"Ya never go anywhere with your knife."

"Like how I never go anywhere without ya," she said and wrapped her arm around my waist, pulling me close to her.

After I got the message that Tracer was inbound, we headed out of the house and headed to the gates. We waved to the guards and they opened up the gates. We walked towards the hovercraft as it was landing. The side door opened up and Odessa helped me get in before she jumped in.

"Hello!" Tracer called from the pilot's seat.

"G'day, Tracer," Odessa smiled and waved to her comrade. "What's this scoutin' mission we're gonna go on?"

"Oh I think you'll love it! I looked at it from the maps back at base. It's a bit isolated and it's so serene and peaceful."

"Sounds interestin'," she said. "Never really had a peaceful day in my life."

"I'm sure both of you will love it!" Tracer said. "Just sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride."

We sat down next to one another and I snuggled up to Odessa as she wrapped her arm around my shoulders.

"Get some rest, princess. Might be a bit," she said.

We both closed our eyes as we slept against one another. What woke us up was feeling the hovercraft land. I opened my eyes to see that we were here. Tracer zipped out from the pilot's seat and towards us.

"Before you head out there, I just want to let you know that you have as much time to explore the place. I'll be here whenever you're ready to head back home."

"Alright," I said.

Odessa slowly sat up and stretched, yawning as her eyes blinked open.

"'ere already?" she asked.

"Yeah. Come on, Dez," I stood up and grabbed her hand.

"E-Easy, princess. I'm still a bit groggy."

Tracer headed to where the button for the door was and pressed it. The sun's warm glow started to come in and when the doors finally opened, Odessa's eyes widened and her mouth opened slightly at just the sight alone. I turned and saw a whole field of flowers. There was a mountain in the horizon and there was a small lake to admire. Turning her head, Odessa looked down at me.

"D-Did ya think of this, Y/N?"

I nodded my head, "I did."

She smiled at me, some tears filling her eyes as she reached down and pulled me into the biggest hug she has ever given me.

"Thank you, princess," she said, her voice breaking just a tad. She turned her head and placed a soft kiss against my cheek. "I couldn't have asked a better person to be my wife."

I giggled and nuzzled my cheek against hers, "I can say the same."

She set me down and wiped some of her tears away before she reached down and grabbed my hand, walking out of the hovercraft.

"We'll be back, Tracer!"

"Take your time out there, guys!"

Walking through the field was surreal since we haven't seen anything like this before. All we knew for most of our lives was the Wastelands. I knew Odessa got to see more of the world, but I don't think there was time for her to sit down and relax or even go to places like this. Now, I could give her that chance. We walked towards the lake shore and we sat down, admiring the water. I was sitting beside her and her arm was wrapped around my waist, her thumb rubbing little circles against my shirt.

"I can't thank ya enough for doin' this, princess. Where did ya get the idea for this?"

"Well, I was lookin' at the metal flowers and thought how neither of us saw real flowers other than the time you proposed to me. So I figured, why not bring ya out to a place like this so we can both experience it."

She smiled and placed a kiss on my forehead, "Thank you, princess."

I looked down at the different flowers that were growing and picked up one. Turning to look at Odessa's braids, I turned my body to face hers. I reached up and grabbed the braids that were facing me.

"What are ya doin', princess?"

I put the small stem in between the strands that were braided and weaved it through her hair so it would stay in place. I did that with a few other flowers until her entire braid had flowers going up and down. I stood up and did the other side.

"There," I said and walked towards the water. "Come take a look."

She stood up and walked over to the edge and looked at what I did. Smiling, she turned towards me and placed her hand on my cheek.

"It looks lovely, princess," she said and placed a quick peck to my lips.

We went back to where we were sitting down, but instead of sitting beside her, I sat in front of her. Opening her legs a bit, she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me into her embrace, resting her head on top of mine. She placed a kiss to the back of my head before she placed her head back on top of mine.

"Thank you for bringin' me out 'ere, princess," she whispered.

"You're welcome, Dez."

"Now c'mere here," she said and fell back, dragging me with her, and landing in the flowers.

I turned and crawled onto her, placing my arms on her chest and resting my head on my arms. We both smiled at one another as she reached up towards my face. Using the back of her fingers, she moved some strands of my hair away from my face before her hand fell onto my cheek, caressing it with her thumb. With her other hand, she reached down and picked a flower. Placing it behind my ear, she put her other hand on my cheek, holding my face in her hands.

"I love you, princess," she whispered before pulling me towards her, placing her lips against mine.

I smiled and wrapped my arms around her neck. Once we pulled away from one another, I placed my forehead against hers and smiled.

"I love you, too, Dez."