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Quick update!

I'm not dead. I had to cover a shift on my day off so that's 12 days in a row. My 3 day weekend is coming On Friday along with a bunch of requests. I'm sorry for being inconsistent. Thanks for understanding.

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Buddy I gotta warn u if u do matchups you'll get a shit ton. Even from ppl that don't follow u. And half of them won't be happy with your answer. And it'll be a lotta stress on u. And u'll get anon messages asking "did u see my ask for matchups" I have seen this too many times before. Be cautious.

Oh lord. Well I'm up for the challenge! I've got a backlog of requests because of my 8 day work week but I'll be able to catch up on Monday. Then I've got a 3 day weekend to write til I drop so... BRING IT ON I LIVE FOR THIS!I'll just never play video games again. It's okay

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Match ups are when you send in a little paragraph about yourself and then you ship us with a character

Aww that sounds cute! Hell yeah I'll do match up ups.

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Will you ever do match ups?

What are match ups? I'll try anything once!

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[SFW] Soldier and Ex-Talon Reader Save The World, Part One

Gibraltar was usually a quiet place. The team knew that if they’d been summoned then there was work to be done. Levity was scarce.  Instead, an unspoken tension solidified the air, broken by livewires of camaraderie that connected everyone together. But the explosion of of shouts and demands from the briefing room were contagious. People slowly filtered in, almost angry that the peace had been broken. What they saw was Winston and Soldier arguing over the newest member of Overwatch.

“She’s not going anywhere! I don’t trust here and neither should you.”

“Her skills are ideal for the location and could save lives! I’ve done my research and I have full faith in her. Now step up and be the leader this team needs.”

“I am stepping up by shutting this mission down!” By now everyone present was standing aghast in the room. A few had shuffled closer to Soldier or Winston to show their support. McCree added his voice to the mix.

“Not all of us have glowing reviews and gilded pasts. Is this how you felt about me? Is that why Gabe was the only one who tried to pretend to care?”

“You were young. You got caught up in a bad crowd and did what was necessary to survive. She joined up--”

“I didn’t join anything! You self righteous prick, have you ever asked me what happened? You don’t know jack shit.” You’d had enough of his brutality. With heat and hatred in your eyes you marched over and squared up, crashing your chest against his. “I was taken! I haven’t seen my family in years! I don’t even know if they’re still alive… All because I’m a freak. So I can move things with my mind, great, wonderful, perfect even. Yeah, maybe I used that to steal anything I laid eyes on. Whatever. Didn’t hurt nobody but the rich. Except now the world’s largest criminal organization decides that’s exactly what they need to set their plans in motion.

“And you know what the fucked up part is? They treated me better than you. I could come and go as I please, I was given the same weapons as everybody else, I had responsibilities as a squad mate, and they even helped me develop my talents! Like what in the actual fuck. They took me and made me better. You’re just holding me and Overwatch back. Do you want to win this war? Or are you going to sacrifice everything because the man you murdered got to me first?”

The room was silent. You could hear a pin drop.

“That’s right,” You continued, “Reaper told me all about that stunt you pulled. And then to have Overwatch play God and turn him into that… Nightmare… You people were the real enemies. Now shut up and use what time you have left to make things right!”

Soldier fumed with rage before speaking, “You and me. That’s it. You think you’re hot shit? Prove it. Our target is an armored truck carrying schematics to the strongest, most complicated vaults mankind has ever made. In those vaults are prototypes and working builds of advanced military tech that will change the way wars are fought. If you fail, every man, woman, and child that dies, their blood is on your hands. We leave tonight.” He stormed out of the room to prepare and a calamity of protests cascaded after him.

“That’s a damn suicide mission! What’s he fixin’ to do, get them both killed?”

“Athena, calculate odds for success with Soldier and [Reader]...”

“Dr. Zeigler you have to talk to Soldier! He’s being unreasonable. At least send Zarya with them…”

“I’m sorry, Mei, but I stand with Jack. He knows what’s best for Overwatch.” This continued for some time before you stood on a table and shouted for everyone to calm down.

“Guys! I’ve been in shittier situations with less help. I’ll be fine. Morrison is going to eat his words and I’ll finally be good enough to fight with you. It’s a win win! Besides we’ll have you on the comms. Winston with overhead intel, Mercy on call for medical emergencies. Everything will be fine. I’ve got this.” An uneasy quiet settled down and the calm before the storm roared.

PART 2 COMING TONIGHT!

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Hello and how are you doing! Hope you're doing well! Could you do baby headcannons for Jack, Genji, Roadhog, and Reinhardt? Or if there s/o was pregnant? The sweeter the better please and thank you!

Answered here! Dad76 is like, my life. 

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[SFW] Baby Headcannons for Soldier/Genji/Road/Rein

Soldier 76

Assumes the role of Dad 76 after the first positive pee test

Goes out and buys every book in the parenting section

Plus a small collection of dad jokes

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You have to remind him not to tell everyone until the second trimester

But the socks’n’crocs give it away

He spends every spare moment at the hardware store

Not because he’s trying to build a crib by hand

But because he bought one from IKEA and it’s impossible to put together

Missing half the damn pieces

Fucking astrological chart for instructions and shit

He’s never discouraged though

Sometimes you catch him staring at you

And he’s like

You’re just so beautiful. I love you so much. I just... Need to appreciate you...

Wants to name the baby Jack Jr.

If it’s a girl you pick but supports Jaqueline or some variant

He just loves this baby so much

Like, if this little girl wants to wear a tutu to the grocery store, he’s going in one too

Peter Pan and Wendy every Halloween

Or Ash and Pikachu

Costume game on point yo

He video tapes the birth

Tries to narrate it like David Attenborough but you put a stop to that shit real quick

Cuts the cord while taking a selfie with the doctor

Cries like the baby he’s holding

Falls asleep that first night home with his hand in the crib

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I hope you have room

For all the things

From every store

Because he is going to shower this baby with material things

Uncle Hanzo will be spending plenty of time at the house too

And he’s buying the finest clothes for the little dumpling

Genji rubs your feet every night

Becomes super over cautious

Kinda polices what you eat and drink and do

You have to tell him to back off a bit

Extra foot rubs that day

He does all the cutsey things with your big belly

Draws kitty faces on it

Sings to it

Takes progress pictures with you

He floods social media with all the updates

Spends afternoons wondering what kind of personality they will have

Secretly worries he’s not ready

Or that the kid will be ashamed of a cyborg father

Needs reassurance that everything is okay

He waits outside the delivery room

Tries to stay calm

Maybe meditates with Zenyatta

Absolutely loses his shit when the baby comes

Picks the first name he can think of after seeing your child for the first time

Worships the ground you walk on for bringing this beautiful life into the world

Stays up all night watching you and the baby sleep

Handles all overnight feeding and changing

Roadhog

Never wanted to be a father

Has a hard time accepting it

Uses his work as an escape

But then Jamison gets wind of it...

And holy shit

He shows Roadie the light

Hog cooks and cleans for you

Gives you money to get pampered like the queen you are

Thinks pregnancy is this huge unnatural burden

You roll along with it

Is super concerned with you and baby’s health

Wants desperately for everything to go smoothly

Praying for a little girl

Couldn’t handle another boy, you already have Junkrat

Wants to spend his days doing her hair and playing with makeup

But also teach her how to throw a tomahawk because that’s the kinda guy he is

Loves to meet up with the other dads for playdates

Him and Soldier fight over the grill master title

It’s him

Soldier burns the burgers every time

Is constantly pranked by Jamie and Toddler

With a little help from mom of course

But he loves it

Helps draw fake tattoos with magic marker

So she can look just like daddy

He’s so proud of her

The best days end with the family watching a movie together

Falling asleep on the couch

Then waking up late for midnight snacks

Reinhardt

Words cannot express how excited he is to be a father

Would go door to door if you let him

Asks Lucio how to download the Tweeter and Facespace so he can share the good news

Takes charge or designing the baby’s room

Paints a mural right from all his favorite fairy tales

Builds everything from scratch

Has a new book to read every night for the next 3 years

He doesn’t quite care about the details

But loves the idea of being a father and making memories

Goes to every lamaze class with you

Breathes harder than all the other women there

Champion childbirther here

The big day finally comes

And he’s got like, 6 suitcases in the car

Ready for anything

One bag is just for books

Spends like an hour deciding what the first story should be

Seriously conflicted

You pick The Three Little Pigs

Coaches you through your labor

Wipes the sweat from your brow

Gets a little queasy when the baby pops out all slimed up

Stays strong for you

Hovers protectively over the doctors trying to see what they’re doing

Sheds a joyful tear when he holds his son for the first time

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Thanks for your support!

One week ago I made this blog on a whim and I never in my wildest dreams anticipated having more than 20 followers. Now here we are at 97, just 3 shy from the big 100. I wanted to take a moment and say thank you. Seriously. You guys are the bomb.com. I also wanted to reassure everyone who put in a request recently that I WILL get to it. That's my promise to you. But I'm just one woman and I have to juggle a full time job and a relationship on top of this project. I don't want to shit out a bunch of half assed prompts. I want everyone's to be equal in quality and content. So I ask you to be patient and know that I will get to your request. Thank you again for your likes and reblogs and comments. They make my day worth living. Love always

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[SFW] Genji comes home to Reader

The enticing scent of bacon and waffles lifted you from a peaceful slumber. With a stretch you rolled out of bed and rubbed the sleep from your eyes. The sound of a man’s cheerful humming made you swell with glee. There was only one other person with a key to your apartment and that was, “Genji!”

“Good morning my love. I have returned with breakfast! I hope you are hungry.” Genji brandished a tray of hash browns fresh from the oven.

“Oh my God, what are you wearing?” You erupted in laughter when you noticed his attire. He had borrowed your 1950s inspired black and white polka dot apron and was strutting around the kitchen like a domesticated housewife. “You look absolutely ravishing, darling.” He perked up, genuinely thrilled by your compliment.

“You really think so? I thought it made me look flat chested…” He frowned, looking down at his lack of breasts.

“Aren’t cyborg ninjas supposed to be streamlined?”

“Right as always!” A beep from the waffle iron signaled it was time to feast. The two of you tucked into a full course meal. In between bites you chatted about this and that. Genji told you all about his latest mission, you talked about the girls at work. It was a ritual you honored for its simplicity. With him being away as often as he was, you both agreed to dedicate free time to the relationship. Another of your favored activities was simply lying in bed together.

Genji understood the limitations of his omnic body and knew it was something alien to hold. Zenyatta suggested removing what armor he could. With Dr. Zeigler’s blessing, you’d become practiced at detaching the beige chassis that covered Genji’s stomach. His torso, neck, and head were the only human parts left of his former body. Out of those, only his belly and face could safely be exposed.

This portion of him had become particularly ticklish after the augments were installed; it was the last place he had any organic sensation. Of course what good was knowing someone’s tickle spot without exploiting it every once and awhile?

You waited until he’d nuzzled into your silken hair before slipping a hand down and teasing the sensitive skin. He squeaked out a startled sound and tried to wriggle away. This never lasted long but you loved it just the same.

Once he’d settled down the two of you connected on a more physical level, making sweet, slow, passionate love until late afternoon. In your post coital bliss he talked about all the placed you two should go.

“I would give anything for you to visit the Shambali temple in Nepal. Master Zenyatta has been eager to meet you.”

“We could always host him here. I know the apartment is small but I’m sure he wouldn’t mind. I still need to visit Lena in London. It’s been ages since we last talked.”

“My brother asks about you as well. We’ve been together for…. How long was it? 8 months?”

“Genji!” you laughed, “It’s been 3 damn years. Our anniversary was last month!”

“Oh that’s right. I got you confused with one of the other girls…” He chuckled and kissed you reassuringly. “Hanzo wants to know if I plan on marrying you.”

“Yeah well Hanzo can worry about his own love life. He’s like, 40, and still single.” Genji snickered at your playful jab.

“Does that mean you don’t want to marry me?”

“Oh Genji. I would marry you in an instant but… Overwatch needs you. The world needs you. I’m just one girl. How could I be so selfish?” This answer did not satisfy the cyborg but he bit his tongue for now.

As the perfect day came to an end a heavy melancholy set in. Each morning was a gamble. Genji could be summoned at a moment’s notice and there was nothing you could do. So to make the most of every night Genji tucked you in and told you a bedtime story. It was a childish practice but you wouldn’t give it up for the world. This night, however, held something special in store.

“Are you ready my beloved?” You nodded and curled up into his embrace. “Very well. Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess. She lived alone in an ivory tower with only one valiant knight to protect her. But the knight was also sworn to protect the people of her kingdom. Sometimes he had to travel far and wide to keep her enemies at bay and the princess was very lonely. The knight was often conflicted about how best to serve the princess and the kingdom. Should he continue to fight the warlords abroad or should he stand vigilant at the tower?” You looked up at him. His eyes glistened as the story went on.

“He knew a decision had to be made but feared making the wrong choice. If he abandoned the kingdom then many would die. But if he left the princess he’d be sacrificing the love of his life. The knight prayed for guidance every day, but his prayers went unanswered. He asked the lord that trained him but still had no way of knowing what to do. So he returned to ivory tower and laid down his sword before the princess.”

“Genji… What is this?” But he continued on.

“‘Princess,’ he cried, ‘Help me, for I am lost. I have sworn to protect the kingdom and I have sworn to protect you, but I am just one man. I cannot keep walking down this path but I fear my choice will have terrible consequences. I beg of you, please guide me. Tell me what to do.’”

He closed his eyes burrowed into your shoulder. You felt the hot tears on your skin. With a shaky voice you finished the story.

“The princess wept for her valiant knight. It pained her to see him so troubled. But the princess was as wise as she was beautiful and knew the answer to all of his problems. ‘Brave warrior. You have been a loyal and faithful servant to me and to my kingdom. For this I offer you absolution. I will take away all of your burdens. I will provide you the strength to carry on. I will heal you, protect you, give you shelter from the storm. For you I will do whatever it takes to make your dreams come true. But you must go on one final quest.”

“Genji… Will you marry me?”

And without hesitation his answer was,  “Yes!”

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[SFW] McCree helps reader with dysphoria

“Hun are you ready? Lena and Emily just texted me from the restaurant. I don’t wanna rush you but we’re the last ones to show.”

“Yeah I know okay? I’m working on it. Jesus. Just give me five more minutes!” You winced at the harshness in your voice. “Sorry, sorry. I’m just… Struggling…” It had been over an hour in front of the bathroom mirror and you still weren’t satisfied with your appearance. McCree poked his head in to admire the view.

“Babe you look like a million bucks. Now let’s get outta here and make the ladies all hot and bothered.” His untimely insistence hit you in the worst way and you slammed the door shut. For all his good intentions, Jesse never understood what it was like to feel so uncomfortable in your own skin. But it was hard to be angry with him. The concept was so totally foreign to everyone around you it often felt like you were going insane. This isolation was difficult at the best of times.

Still, nothing compared to the physical sensations that came along with being transgender.

Your body was sending signals to a penis that didn’t exist. Each trip to the bathroom was an exercise in disappointment as you reached down and found the wrong parts. Your breasts were bound tightly with layers of compression bandages that made it difficult to breathe. Then there were the more subtle things like the way your shirt hung, skirting those too-feminine hips. It felt like sandpaper and ensured you were never at ease. Your reflection was always an issue. Though most days you avoided it, social outings forced you to grapple with what you saw. You tried to push the bones of your face into a more masculine shape, leaving red marks behind to mock you. Hell, even looking at your delicate hands was infuriating.

You’d gotten good at compensating for all your shortcomings. The combination of perfectly styled hair, old spice deodorant, and hip hop inspired fashion was enough to fool most. Maybe that’s what your problem was then. These weren’t most people. These were close friends who’d been there when you still shopped at Forever 21. They’d always have that picture of beautiful you in their head. So you pushed yourself to become the pinnacle of masculinity. It was an ideal that no man could live up to.

“Babe please open the door. I can’t help you from out here.”

Little did he know he helped you just by being the patient, caring man he was. Jesse would offer you the usual compliments and make it a point to emphasize your winning characteristics. He’d tussle with you like guys did without questioning if you were hurt. He never treated you like a fragile thing to be protected, but like an ally in battle. You were his equal, his friend, his partner in crime. In his eyes you were strong. To him, you already were everything you hoped to become. With all this in mind, you opened the door and stood tall for your man.

“I’m ready now. We can go.” McCree cupped your face in his weathered hands and kissed you with all the love in his heart.

“Alright handsome. Don’t be lookin’ at all the other fellas now. You know how possessive I am.” You smiled. This man was your lifeline and somehow you knew everything would be better tomorrow.

“I only have eyes for you, Jesse. I’d be lost without you.”

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Can you make some Genji fluff where like Genji gets back from a hard mission and how he greets his SO and all the cuddly stuff he does with him/her?

You are in for a fucking treat my friend. I developed Type 2 Diabetes writing this. Look for it tomorrow afternoon!

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McCree with an FtM S/o that has really bad dysphoria?

Answered! Look for this tomorrow morning.

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[SFW] Lucio helps Reader learn to walk again

"Let's begin, shall we? Today your goal is to walk in a straight line, ten feet in length, with minimal assistance." Dr. Zeigler wheeled you into the gymnasium for yet another physical therapy session. Lucio skated along to help you through it. He did after all feel partially responsible for your condition. The mission had been simple enough, escort a target into police custody. But things were complicated by a protest gone bad. He tried to speed boost everyone to safety but you got caught up in a brawl. Rioters punched and kicked indiscriminately. By the time Mercy reached you it was too late. Your face was smashed in, blind in one eye. Right hand unsalvageable. Both legs shattered. Extensive nerve damage to your spine.

Overwatch paid for all your treatments and outfitted you with mechanical augments. Getting them to network with your nervous system proved difficult, however. Your progress had stagnated a few weeks ago, cause unknown. The amputation went fine. Gear was operational. Brain signals were transmitting beautifully. Zenyatta suspected the cause was psychological, perhaps PTSD. You resented him for that one.

"Alright you can do this! I believe in you!" Lucio, brimming with positivity, lifted you out of the wheelchair. Dr. Zeigler instructed him to hold out his arm for balance only, not support. The floor was marked with red tape where you were to walk.

The first step was easy enough, the second a little harder. But when you tried a third step your back lit up with pain. Nails dug into Lucio's arm. "Shit. It. Fucking. Hurts." He looked to Mercy for guidance and she nodded you on.

"Just take deep breaths and focus on walking naturally. Don't lock your knees." Okay. No problem. You looked down at the mechanical limbs carrying your weight. They closely resembled Genji's augments; the leg was fully formed with anatomical suggestion lines, LED lights at major nerve bundles.

"Come on body. Move!" But you were frozen in place. You tapped your thigh and electrical signals conveyed the information to your brain. "It's not numb but... Why won't they move?" Mercy knelt down on your free side and wiggled your knee joint. It glided smoothly. "You need to stop telling your legs to move and instead simply move them. Think about it. When you reach for a glass you aren't thinking the words 'grab the glass' you just do it. Try closing your eyes or singing a song to take your mind of it. Your brain will fill the gap." Lucio jumped at the opportunity to help.

"I could sing a song for you! How about some Katy Perry? Baby you’re a firework..." Unfortunately his singing was more irritating than anything. You tried closing your eyes and breathing slowly. Don’t think about it, don’t think about it... Amazingly your legs started moving! One, two, three steps! You began to celebrate, excitedly shaking Lucio’s arm. This was a moment too soon however. In the middle of your fourth step your legs locked and you crashed down on the ground.

"Are you okay?" Lucio asked, "Hold on don't move, let me help you."

"Don't touch me!” A sudden anger seized you. “I think you've helped enough." Your eyes shot a nasty look at the boy. He recoiled, hurt by your implication.

"I thought you were right behind us! You have to believe me. I'm sorry! We tried to go back for you but Soldier wouldn't let us..."

"Shut up! Fuck you Lucio. That's bullshit and you know it! How could you leave me to die and then go and blame it on him? Couldn't you hear me screaming? I was so scared!" Your voiced cracked. Memories of that day clouded your mind. Your shoulders heaved with heavy sobs. "Everything was so dark. And the pain! I wanted to die just to make it stop. I screamed for help and nobody came. I was alone! You abandoned me when I needed you most. You left me..." The tears flowed uncontrollably leaving you an emotional wreck. Lucio, faced with this inescapable truth, crumbled. He added his tears to your own, scrambling to find the words.

"I'm so sorry. P-please forgive me. I'll never leave your side again just... Please! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Mercy sat on the floor and cradled you both. There wasn't a dry eye in the room.

"Accidents happen my dear. Try to understand. There's no changing the past now. You have to let go of this anger, this resentment. And Lucio, you did everything exactly as you should. Bad things happen! But we can't give up on ourselves when life takes a turn for the worse. Go ahead and cry now little one, don't be ashamed. Feel everything you're feeling so you can move past it. It will all be over soon. You just have to believe." Your guardian angel stroked your hair and held you as you wept. Lucio took your hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

“Okay. I’m going to do it. I’m going to walk again come hell or high water!”

With tears still streaming down your face you forced yourself up off the floor. Lucio and Mercy supported you in every way possible. Having them at your side was truly a blessing. Now, more determined than ever, you took those shaky steps forward. One... Two... Three... Your body responded without fail each step you took! When you hit the end of the line you turned around and looked at them both. Joyous laughter and jubilation washed away all the pain from moments before. You did it! You walked!

Lucio opened his arms and you leapt into them as best you could. "Thank you so much for being there. I'm sorry I snapped at you. You're my best friend and it was wrong. I don't know what I'd do without you." He squeezed you tight.

"You'll never be without me again. I promise."

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Can you make a continuation of the ex-Talon reader? Where Solider76 and Reader go on a mission and Reader saves his life? Thank you and keep up the great work! Your blog is awesome!

UHM YES! It can be like, our special thing! But we need to flesh out this Reader character. Any thoughts on class/weapons/abilities? I mean we could go all the way and give he/she a name.

I’ve got a few other requests pending so this is a down the road thing but to anyone lurking leave a comment and we can crowdsource this plotline!

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[NSFW] Reaper is dominated by Reader

"You look pathetic. I should leave you there to rot." Reaper struggled against the chains that bound him. The cement pillar was coarse against his sweat covered skin. But he took your abuse in silence, just as you'd ordered.

You were dressed in leather and latex, a little number ordered from the back page of a porno rag. He wore nothing but welts and shame. The riding crop in your hand traced a line from collar bone to cock. You gave his balls a sharp tap. His stomach clenched. "Oh did that hurt? Probably should have thought about that before you fucked that whore!" With a sickening crack you beat him down. Blood trickled from the fresh wound across his chest. He huffed, panting, trying to swallow the pain. You watched carefully as he jerked away from your every touch. "Was it worth it Gabriel? Do you regret your poor, poor decision to betray me?" He tried to look down but you lifted his gaze back up with the riding crop under his chin. "Answer me you worthless fuck." Those shadowy eyes burned with self-hatred. He was unaccustomed to this feeling of guilt. It sickened him.

"It... was a mistake..." You beat him again, another gash splitting on his side. This time he cried out, "I'm sorry! Fuck! I was weak!" You nodded approvingly. "Go on you maggot. I want to hear it all." He slammed his head back against the concrete as tears rolled down his face. "I'm so sorry... I was selfish and lonely and I put my needs before yours. I was wrong! I wish I could take it all back but I can't! You're the woman I love. Please... I need you... Don't leave me..." You considered his plea. The man was clearly in turmoil. He wept openly, banging his head against the wall until it bled.

"Stop crying you degenerate piece of shit. I'm not going to leave you. Oh no. I'm going to make you suffer so you never make the same mistake again." Reaper heaved a gracious sigh. "Gracias mi amor. Te amo tanto. I'll always love you..." You wiped the sweat from his brow and pressed your lips to his. Blood smeared onto your chest.

"I love you too, Gabriel. Remember that, will you? Prométeme."

"I promise-- Ahh!" His oath to you was interrupted by a sudden moan as you took all of him into your mouth. Normally a silent lover, he was quite vocal as you bobbed up and down on his cock. And though he was chained securely his hips writhed against your moist heat. It didn't take long for him edge towards his climax and he let you know, "Ay me vengo! Me vengo!" 

And he would have, if you hadn't stopped, leaving his spit soaked cock to twitch in the cold air. He whimpered as a string of precum oozed from his dick. "Please... I need you. Don't stop!" No less than 5 times did you repeat the procedure. Each time you pulled away his toes curled in frustration. He was reduced to putty in your hands, begging for release.

"Did you want to cum baby? Don't worry. I'll let you finish. You deserve it..." Your devilish smirk gave him no comfort. Once more his cock was enveloped by those treacherous lips, tongue swirling over top, head moving faster and faster until he was about to explode. His dick spasmed in ecstasy. Gabriel screamed out your name.

But again you stopped, this time past the point of no return. Thick globs of cum dribbled out onto the floor. He cursed and stomped his foot, hips bucking desperately for more. His orgasm was ruined. You laughed at him and his futile efforts. "Aw was that not enough for you? I thought I was the only woman you needed? You greedy bastard. If you want more, I'll give you more." He shook his head knowing full well what was next. “Please no. It was enough. It was good. Please!”

This time your hand did all the work, with only the spit left on his cock for lube. He cried out as you pumped up and down as fast as you could. It was too much. "Let go of me! Please it hurts! Fuck!" He begged and pleaded with you to stop but you just laughed. "You haven't learned your lesson yet baby. You wanna cum so bad? I'll make you cum over and over again until your dick is raw." Gabriel bounced on tip toe as his whole body shook with overstimulation. His cries became shrill and strangled. Sweat stung his eyes. He strained into the pillar trying to escape your grip. You felt his cock pulse and squeezed even harder. Gabriel came again, moaning and gasping for air, unable to form coherent words.

His legs gave out as post orgasmic bliss seeped into every muscle. You unlocked the chains supporting him and watched his body fall to the floor.

"Get on your knees. Now." He wobbled into position as you commanded and looked up at your powerful form. "Say thank you."

"Thank you mi amor. I love you. I fucking love you. You're my world."

"Now kiss me." You let your thong fall around your ankles to reveal that perfect pussy. He worshipped your divinity with licks and sucks. Your head lolled back, savoring his submission.

"You've been a good boy Gabriel. I forgive your transgressions." You tugged him by the hair until he stood up, head bowed, waiting for your next order. But he'd been punished enough. You lifted his chin once more, this time with gentle touch, and crashed your lips to his. Your absolution poured into him and he offered his life to you. Gabe was your man and yours alone. He knew that now. And you'd never let him forget it.

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could we get some angst / sad to fluff w/ lucio or dva where reader got severely hurt in a mission & has to relearn how to walk, stand, etc??

Answered and in queue! I went with Lucio, hope that’s okay. Thanks for the request

[thoseoverwatchimagines]

[SFW] Zarya has an adorable girlfriend

"Attention members of Overwatch. The inbound airship flight 218 is now landing. Please gather your party at the gate. Luggage can be collected from loading bay C." Athena's voice rang out clear as a bell over the intercoms and a mad dash to the flight deck commenced. It was visitors week! Friends and family were invited to Watchpoint Gibraltar to spend time with their loved ones and tour the facilities. Emotions ran high as the passengers stepped one by one onto the floor.

Some visitors had made the journey many times before and walked confidently to their hero. Emily zipped right over to Tracer, a hauntingly beautiful woman was scooped up by Reinhardt, and Torbjorn was overrun with children! Others waited patiently to be claimed. One such girl leaned against some crates, scanning the crowd with chocolate brown eyes.

"My yagodka! Are you waiting to be plucked from your vine?" Zarya rushed over to her girlfriend and pulled her into a tender embrace. "You've changed your haircolor again! How am I ever supposed to recognize you?" You giggled and gave a flip of those newly tinted red locks. "Do I really look so different? I'm still the shortest one in the room." It was true. You barely made 4 foot 9.

"Not for long mishka." Without warning Zarya picked you up an tossed you onto those broad shoulders. You squealed out in delight. Then the bodybuilder's voice boomed with pride. "See? You have risen like the morning sun. Let your beauty shine down on us all." The overwatch team and their loved ones cheered at this jovial display. You blushed with modesty. "Zarya, everyone's staring at me!"

"Good. I want them to know how perfect you are. Every day I fight, I fight for you. You are my everything." A few people made awkward introductions and you greeted them from your muscled throne. Mei asked how you did your makeup, D.Va complimented your hair. Everyone was so kind.

Once people had grabbed their belongings, Athena called the guests to supper and the crowd thinned out. Zarya stood you back on your own two feet. Before heading to eat, you jumped up and gave her a peck on the cheek. "Let's go get something to eat. We have to keep you good and strong." Zarya placed her hand on the small of your back and guided you to the mess hall, chattering away about all her grand adventures.