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How I Think OW Boys Would Be In Bed

Includes - Genji, Hanzo, Cassidy, Soldier, Reaper, Junkrat, Lucio, Lifeweaver

Warnings - 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI, choking, spanking, degrading, hair pulling, bondage, body worship

Genji

☆He is a boob guy. Period. This man will do anything and everything to see/touch them.

☆This man is SOFT. He'd never be too harsh unless you asked for it, and even then he'd still be gentle.

☆Trying to explain kinks to him was painful. Poor guy couldn't understand why you'd WANT to be choked.

☆He would definitely talk you through it, and throw in praises here and there, especially during your first couple of times.

☆Speaking of, during your first time he let you take the reins; he didn't want to accidentally push your boundaries.

☆Favours any position where he can see your face.

☆Is usually quite quiet, but some groans and small whines slip when he's close.

☆It took him a while to get comfortable with asking you to do things and he still prioritises your pleasure over his. He also rarely ever asks you to be intimate, he'd rather let you initiate it.

☆Aftercare GOD. This man is waiting in your hand and foot, ready to get you anything and everything to make you feel more comfortable.

Hanzo

⛧Ass guy, all the way. He will gladly use it as a pillow any time he can, and his hand is on it in some way, shape, or form 24/7.

⛧He's inexperienced to say the least. He never really bothered with anything sexual growing up, so his first few times were sloppy until he found his rhythm... literally and mentally.

⛧Now he spends time figuring out his kinks, though he's too scared about being too rough with you in case he hurts you.

⛧Doesn't like to talk much during it; he just doesn't know what to say without being weird. Might occasionally throw in some praise/degradation depending on what you're into.

⛧The one thing he doesn't feel bad about is leaving marks on your ass from slapping it. He actually finds it quite attractive but he'd never admit that.

⛧Actually has a pretty high sex drive, but he ignores it until you initiate it as he doesn't want to seem desperate.

⛧He prefers being slow and gentle with you over being rough because he knows he won't accidentally hurt you or go too far. Also prefers you to take charge for the same reasons.

⛧Basic bitch, his favourite position is missionary; he loves holding your hand above your head. But he doesn't mind doggy-style, after all your ass is facing him.

⛧Doesn't like having a safe word because he doesn't think he'd ever take you to the point of using it, but he understands why you have it.

⛧Never quite understands how aftercare works but will always get whatever you ask of him.

Cassidy

◇This man loves everything. He simply cannot pick a favourite. He changes it every time you ask him.

◇Now he KNOWS what he's doing. He knows exactly what turns you on and how to do it You could even be on the other side of the room and he could just look at you in a certain way and you'd be wet.

◇This man wants you all the time. All hours of the night and day, he doesn't even care where. Honestly sometimes he doesn't even want to have sex, he just wants his dick inside you. If he had no shame he'd just fuck you in the middle of a street, and the more he thinks about that, the more it turns him on.

◇Rough af. But he knows you can handle it and he knows your limits. He's subconsciously cocky because he knows he's good, especially when he's topping.

◇He doesn't even mind being a bottom, though he prefers being on top, but his hands are glued to your hips when he is.

◇When he is topping, he prefers missionary. He loves seeing the mascara running down your face with his hand wrapped around your neck.

◇Even though he's rough, he knows your limits. It would kill him if he ever hurt you for the sake of his own pleasure.

◇He can kinda be a dick sometimes; loves to tease you, maybe a little too much, and then degrading you when you start to beg.

◇Just because he's rough doesn't mean he's bad at aftercare. He loves running you a warm bath and carrying you bridal-style to it, and giving you massages whilst you sit in the water.

Soldier

♡Thighs. Chicken thighs and yours; a true American. His hand is resting on them constantly.

♡This guy does not know his kinks, nor does he want to know them. You'd have to BEG for him to even think about trying anything out and even then it would be minimal. He knows how to have sex and that's enough for him.

♡You'd think he wouldn't know any other positions, but sometimes he whips out the mating press and reminds you that he's not THAT old.

♡Has a pretty low sex drive but will do it anyways if that's what you want. But he would rather be caught dead than be a bottom, and that he stands by.

♡He's never really rough enough for you to need proper aftercare, but he'll still provide you with whatever you ask for.

Reaper

ꕥLoves your neck. More than anything. He loves that he could place hickeys there that you could cover up, only for the pair of you to know about, or for you to show to the world, to display his ownership over you.

ꕥDuring your first time he realised he'd have to teach you quite a bit. Watching you put the things he taught you into action turns him on more than he could've guessed.

ꕥHe was gentle at first, whilst you were both discovering your kinks and boundaries, but he quickly dropped that facade as you became more comfortable with each other. He quickly made it clear that he liked watching you squirm beneath him, begging him for something, anything.

ꕥLOVES doggy-style, with one hand on your hip and the other pulling your hair. Has to have a mirror in front of you though so he can see your face.

ꕥHates being a bottom, the only way it would happen would be if you were 69-ing.

ꕥLoves eating you out and leaving claw marks from his gloves on your inner thighs.

ꕥMakes you pleasure him sometimes before he even touches you in a sensual way. He just has a power kink that's all.

ꕥLikes to push boundaries, but he's also afraid of hurting you, so he asks how far he can go beforehand.

ꕥAdores seeing you tied up, unable to move. Sometimes he'll tie you up before he leaves for somewhere so you can be a present for him to come back to. And sometimes he'll leave you there when he's done with you.

ꕥIt's a 50/50 on whether or not he'll give you proper aftercare. If he's been quite aggressive then he'll probably run you a bath and bring you food, but otherwise it's up to you.

Junkrat

☄Loves EVERYTHING. Whatever this goober can get his hands on. And he LOVES giving you kisses everywhere just to show how much he loves your entire body.

☄He isn't even kinky, he's just horny beyond belief. Although he has no idea what he's doing, but he's doing his best nonetheless. But he would literally have sex with you anywhere anytime.

☄Bottom. Obviously. Likes to be a brat about it and test your patience though. Acts like he hates when you tease him but it turns him on even more, especially if you belittle him for being 'such a good sub'.

☄When he is topping he has no sense of rhythm or speed and you're usually guiding him anyway. Mainly only tops when you don't particularly feel like doing anything or when you're on your 100th round because this guy has NO stamina limit.

☄Loves biting you (with consent ofc) and leaving marks everywhere, especially hickies for other people to see.

☄Whiney. This guy is the whiniest man you'll ever meet. And he doesn't shut up either. Not in a 'talking you through it way' but more of her won't shut up about how good it feels and how lucky he is.

☄LOVES to eat you out. Begs everyday for you to let him so he can feel you squirm under his mouth.

☄Always tires you out afterwards so he tries to look after you...to the best of his abilities. It's the effort that counts right.

Lucio

♬BOOBIES. Loves 'em. He could look at them for hours, he just thinks they compliment your figure so well. Loves buying you low cut things to show them off and refuses to accept any negativity about them.

♬Refuses any negativity about your body in general tbh. He genuinely thinks you're the most beautiful person on this planet and gets upset when you don't agree.

♬Loves taking it slow with you, and praising you for how well your doing.

♬Favours doggy style because he loves placing kisses all over your body, but he also likes lotus position because he likes to sandwich his face between your tits.

♬Secretly loves being restrained and teased himself but wouldn't tell you at first because he thought it was embarrassing.

♬Not super vocal but when he does make noises it's usually little whines or moans, especially when he's close.

♬Loves aftercare. Honestly sometimes he'll have sex with you just to have a reason to look after you extra well afterwards, not that he needs a reason.

Lifeweaver

❀Thigh guy most definitely. Loves squeezing them and honestly the thicker the better.

❀Prefers eating you out over ANYTHING. Just prefers giving you pleasure in general. He'll put off giving into his own desires for so long to please you that he forgets about them.

❀Hates asking for blowjobs or anything that's one sided; he thinks it's unfair and rude to even ask you if it.

❀Adores the rest of your body as well as the thighs and will not shut up about how perfect you are, every. damn. time.

❀Loves doing it in cowgirl position but he hates the fact that you have to put in the effort, so usually he holds you still whilst he does all the work. Likes it because he can see your entire body up close.

❀Has a high sex drive but again puts it off if it's obvious you're not in the mood. Though sometimes he'll try and get you in the mood, which usually works.

❀Not a super kinky guy, but he doesn't mind some spanking and hair pulling every now and then. However he does always feel a little bad afterwards. He also likes using his metal hand to tease you with the coldness of it.

❀Loves giving you aftercare and uses his bio-light if you're feeling drained. Gives you kisses everywhere and fills a bath with rose petals and candles.

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a/n: omg I love them so much eeee

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the pain. the angst. the suffering (I deffo watch this anime)

❀°:.• 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐄 !

synopsis. he's not breathing. why isn't he breathing ?! wake up !

pairing. akutagawa ryunosuke × atsushi nakajima (bungo stray dogs).

cw. angst, main character death, mentions of violence & blood

He can't be dead.

There's no way.

If he's dead, what is he going to do?

...

Akutagawa was panicking, to say the very least. He didn't know what to do. Atsushi was laying motionless on the ground, his body all twisted and contorted.

He wasn't breathing. There was no rise and fall of his chest, which severely contrasted the dark haired males rapid and panicked breathing.

"Jinko. Jinko, please! Wake the fuck up!"

Akutagawa called out, his hands desperately pressing down on atsushi's chest. It was unusual, for Akutagawa to be so affected by someone's death. Especially an 'enemies'.

The feeble attempts at CPR were futile, there was no saving him now.

Not with the large gash across his arm, not with the way his left leg had been completely detached from the knee downwards; bone and muscle ripped and jagged.

Akutagawa was panicking.

What the fuck does he do?

Their rival laid dead a few feet away. Rashoumon had really torn into the poor guy. His face was distorted and his body was in shreds, to keep it simple.

But Akutagawa didn't care about him. He just wanted his stupid weretiger back.

Atsushi's face and body were a mess, but Akutagawa could still recognise the face beneath it all.

With his skinny, pale hands pressed to Atsushi's chest, there was absolutely no heartbeat beneath it. The weretiger's skin had paled, as a result of the heavy blood loss, and he felt cold. Too cold.

He was laid in his own blood, and it was now seeping into Akutagawa's clothes. It covered his hands, it was puddled up beneath the two of them.

A single tear fell down Akutagawa's cheek, he couldn't hold it back anymore.

"Please, Atsushi. You fucking idiot, i love you!"

The mafia member cried out, his hand balled into a fist as he lightly hit it against Atsushi's shoulder. Why did he wait so fucking long to tell him? Why did he take it for granted?

He can't give up now. He refused to believe Atsushi was actually dead. They can bring him back.

Won't the detective agency's doctor be able to do something? Can't she help?

What the fuck does he tell Dazai? How does he tell Dazai?

He let his head fall onto Atsushi's chest, not caring if any of the blood got onto his face, or even his hair.

It might end up being the last remnants he'll ever have of the other.

He just cried silently. It's all he could do.

It's too late to bring him back now.

But he didn't want to admit that. Yet it's futile to get his hopes up.

His slender fingers dug into his coat pocket, pulling out his phone and dialling a number.

He had to tell someone.

When the other picked up the phone, Akutagawa took a deep breath, preparing himself to speak.

"Dazai-san? It's Atsushi. He's uhm.. he's gone."

toby's notes ;

fuck u guys im allergic to happiness :3

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if you saw this unfinished, no you didn't. 🤨

Kento Nanami X Dom Fem Reader

Warnings:18+ ONLY MINORS DNI, sex(obviously🤷‍♀️), oral(male receiving), Nanami as a sub😈, LOTS of teasing and edging🤭, aftercare 🫶

Context: For once he asks you to do something for him.

Pretty Boy

You hum softly, scrolling mindlessly through your social feed as you run your fingers through your boyfriend's soft blond hair. His head laid on your chest, facing down in your cleavage with his hands behind your back. Nanami laid like this quite often and you wondered how he breathed, but he hadn't passed out yet, so you ignored it most of the time.

As you continued to scroll through your feed, you could feel something pushing against your thigh. You looked over the top of your phone to see Nanami's legs wrapped around one of yours, squeezing it. You could feel his arms tighten around your torso, as he pressed his hips further into your thigh.

You pressed your thigh upwards slightly; Nanami groaned quietly and pushed his head further into your chest. You smiled and intertwined your fingers in his hair, moving your leg around slightly. He becomes restless pretty quickly, pressing his hips into you for more friction. Making a fist with your hand, you pull his head up, forcing him to look at you. His cheeks were flushed and he was breathing pretty quick. You could feel his heart beating rapidly in his chest too.

He tried to look away; you could tell he was embarrassed. You let go of his hair and grabbed his chin, turning his face back to you.

"Somebody's needy," you say in a teasing tone, pressing your thigh up again. Nanami's nose scrunches up and he lets out another quiet moan. "Thought you were tired from all the work you've been doing?" You say, tilting your head to the side, a small smirk on your face.

"I just- well, we haven't done this in a while, but I am tired and- I don't know," he rambles, trying everything to avoid your gaze. You graze your thumb over his bottom lip delicately.

"Aha, so you want me to do it for you?" You say, pushing his chest so that the two of you were now sat up. You palm the painstaking obvious bulge in his trousers, placing your other hand on the back of his neck. Pulling him close to you, you continue to tease him through the thick fabric as you kiss him deeply. It was a sloppy kind of kiss; Nanami could barely keep his composure. He was practically melting under your touch.

You separated from the kiss for air and began to mess with the buckle on his belt. You took a painfully long time to undo it and take it off, whilst Nanami was whining and begging for you to go faster.

Throwing his belt into a distant corner of the room, you began to unbutton his shirt. Nanami was biting and pulling at the skin of your neck, leaving a trail of half-assed hickies along your neck leading to your collarbone.

"Please, go quicker," he begged, his breathing tickling your breath as you slid the fabric off his shoulders. You took your time admiring his body, running your fingers over him, feeling the dips between his toned muscles. Using your other hand, you unbutton and unzip his trousers. His bulge peeks through the opening, still being held back by the thin fabric of his boxers.

Nanami's hands slip under your tank top, lifting it up just above your bra. He places kisses along the exposed bits of your tits, holding onto your waist, his grip tight. You continued to palm his dick through his boxers, precum leaking through the fabric and trailing down your hand.

Using your other hand, you grab his chin, bringing him to look up before you connect your lips with his. He moans into your mouth, his cock twitching and pulsing under your touch. Placing your hand against his chest, you push him down, forcing him to lay down. Nanami's hands grip your thighs as you sit up, taking your top off properly, quickly followed by your bra. He moans quietly as he pushes his hips upwards, pressing his crotch into yours.

You smiled and shuffled backwards slightly, so that you were sat on his thighs rather than his crotch. Hooking a finger over the waistband of his boxers, you pull it down, his dick springing up instantly. You watch as it bounces against his lower abdomen, leaving a string of pearly white precum behind.

His hips jerk up into your hand, trying to find some source of friction. You smile, pumping your hand up and down his shaft, sliding your thumb over his head gently.

Nanami's head falls back, his cheeks flushed. He raises his arms in an attempt to cover his face, but he can't cover the lewd noises that escape his mouth.

"Please," he begs, his voice weak and his breath short. Smiling, you lower your head, tracing your tongue up his shaft to the head, his salty precum mixing with your saliva. He moans, his hand reaching down to rest on your head. You tease him, going painfully slow and using the tip of your tongue along the slit of the head. His hand forms a fist, his fingers intertwining in your hair. You bob your head up and down, keeping your hand wrapped around the base of his cock to stop yourself from going to far. His legs twitch beneath you and you can feel is cock pulsing in your mouth.

You raise your head up, leaving a string of saliva behind. Nanami moans and sits up slightly, his brows furrowed. Leaning forward, you connect your lips with his, using one hand to prop yourself up and his chest, and the other to position his cock beneath you. Sinking down onto it, you feel as it fills you up as Nanami moans into the crook of your neck. Your head falls back and his arm snakes around your waist, his other hand gripping your shoulder. He holds you down and the two of you sit like that for a moment whist he regains his composure.

You nibble on his ear as he finally lifts his head, loosening his grip on you. Resting your arms on his shoulders, he grabs your waist as you slowly begin to ride him. You had worked yourself up enough by teasing him so that there was enough slick for his cock to slide in and out easily.

Nanami's grip on your waist tightens and moans escape your throat as you pick up the pace. He squirms around underneath you, and for a brief moment you're confused until you sink back down and the head of his cock hits your G-spot. Your legs quiver as you continue to abuse that spot, your moans becoming louder and involuntary. You watched through tears in your eyes as Nanami smirks.

His hands move to your hips, holding you still while he trusts into you from underneath. You rest your hands on his chest, your head hanging low as you try not to come undone so quickly.

"Your close aren't? I know you are," he teases through heavy breathing, his speech matching the pace of his thrusting. You look up at him, trying to think of something to say in retaliation. But it was no use.

Your body trembles and shivers and your head falls back, your back arching as you moan his name, finishing rather loudly on top of him. Nanami slows down his pace whilst you come back to your senses, stroking his thumb along your cheek. Lifting you off of him, he grabs your hand and guides it to his cock, which was throbbing and covered in your slick.

You pump your hand up and down, brushing your thumb over his slit each time. His cheeks are red as his head falls back, and you can feel his cock twitch in your hand with every little movement you make. You lean down, licking the length of it a few times with the tip of your tongue before taking it all in your mouth. Going slow at first, you work yourself further along until you feel it hit the back of your throat. Using your hand to cover the rest of what you couldn't take, you bob your head up and down.

His thighs twitching below you tell you that he's close, if it wasn't already obvious enough by the lewd sound coming from him. You look up from a second to see his gripping the sheets, his knuckles white; he was about to come. Letting go of his dick you lift your head up, only keeping a finger on the tip. As you wipe away the drool from the side of your mouth, Nanami's head flicks up, his cheeks red and visibly warm.

"Why'd you stop?" he asks between huffs of breath as his breathing pace returns to normal.

"I just needed to breathe," you say, smiling slyly. He huffs and his head flops back down. You continue to bob your head up and down, using your thumb to stroke the veins that ran along his cock. His hips begin to thrust autonomously and his moans become quicker and shorter. You lift your head back up, looking at how he scrunches his face from the teasing. Adjusting your position, you go back down. Your tongue flicks over his slit leaving a salty taste in your mouth. Chuckling to yourself, you raise your head again.

"Stop- teasing," He whines as you lazily trail your finger along his cock. There are tears in his eyes.

"Ugh fine," you sigh, slightly annoyed that he couldn't last any longer. You wrap your hand around his dick, pumping it up and down quickly. He came almost instantly, shooting ropes of hot, thick cum onto his abs. He moaned loudly as he did so, his hips thrusting up into your hand for more friction, to squeeze everything drop out of him.

"Happy now?" you teased, running a finger along his jaw. You could feel how hot his face was. It made you happy knowing that you could make him like this. He nodded, swallowing sharply. "How about I run you a bath, hm?" you ask, to which he nods again. You stand to grab a towel from out of your cupboard before heading to the door.

"Want anything else?" you ask in the doorway.

"Ice cream."

⭒☆━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━☆⭒

You hop back up the stairs, chocolate ice cream in one hand, a spoon in the other. Walking into the bathroom, you see Nanami laying in the bath, his head laid back against the rum and his arm draping over the side. He looks up at you slowly before reaching out for the snack, which you hand to him. Sitting on the closed toilet, you lift your legs up and place your feet in the warm bath. He looks up at you again through lidded eyes and smiles softly.

"I love you."

"I love you more."

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Do people still even post their OC's? idk but I am.

prepare for shit quality

Anyway here she issss 🥳🎉🎉 is this the only art I have of her? possibly.

DONT REPOST WITHOUT CREDIT

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Bakugou x Ochaco fluff:) (Also jealous Mydoria cos who actually likes him🤨)

Context: Bakugou wants to ask Ochaco to be his valentine's, but she thinks his anonymous gifts are from Mydoria...

Valentine?

Bakugou watched as the pink envelope fell through the slats of the silver locker. He stared at the metal for a moment, deciding if he should try and pick the lock and take back what it says. Shaking his head, be dismisses the idea, knowing that if he didn't tell her now he never would.

Adjusting his bag, he quickly walks to catch up with Kirishima and Kaminari, who were on their way back to the dorms.

"Did you do it? Is the cat in the bag?" Kaminari asked, elbowing him with a cheesy smirk.

"What? That's not how that expression- nevermind. Yeah, I put it in her locker," Bakugou answers, turning away from the two of them.

"Still don't understand why you didn't put your name on it," the red head says. Truthfully, he didn't know why either. The only reason he could think of was that he was worried that she didn't like him back, and that he wouldn't be embarrassed if she didn't know the letter was from him. But he wasn't gonna tell them that.

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"No there's no name on it," Ochaco tells Momo as they enter the dorm building. She flipped the paper over in her hands, looking for a clue as to who it was from.

Bakugou watched quietly from where he was sitting on the sofa, slightly regretting his decision.

"Do you recognise the handwriting?" the taller girl asks, looking over her shoulder. The writing was scruffy and illegible in some parts, wasn't one she recognised. She shook her head, folding it back up and sliding it back into the pink envelope. "Maybe it's from Mydoria," she teases.

Bakugou's brows furrow and his heart burns as he watches her cheeks redden. It was a mistake not putting his name on. No. It was a mistake even writing it in the first place.

"I don't think so," Ochaco managed to mumble. Her face was hot and flushed, but she didn't understand why. It's not like she liked Mydoria, in a romantic way anyway. She looked over at the couches, her eyes connecting with Bakugou's. He was frowning, as usual. The pair disappeared upstairs and Kirishima piped up.

"Told you you should have put your name on it. What if she does think it's from Mydoria and ends up going out with him instead?"

"Yeah I realise that dumbass," he says. Shaking his head, hoping he was wrong.

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"So you do have a secret admirer!" Mina squealed, rushing over to Ochaco's desk. Bakugou turned to watch as she picked up the bouquet of flowers he'd placed on the desk. It was an arrangement of pink, white, and lilac flowers, wrapped in tan paper.

His heart raced as Ochaco took the bouquet from her friend. He watched intensely as her hand brushed over the top of the flowers, her cheeks pinker than usual. A smile tugged at his lips, and for a second, he allowed. Just a second, though.

She stares at the flowers, ignoring the girls behind her debating who they could be from. Looking around, she noticed Mydoria staring at her blankly, blushing slightly. She turned away, feeling...upset? Maybe Momo was right and it was Mydoria giving her these things, she just didn't know how to tell him she didn't like him like that.

Bakugou watched as she looked over at Mydoria before turning away quickly, her cheeks even more flushed. He turned away, fixing his gaze to the window, trying to ignore the feeling in his gut telling him that she thought they were from Mydoria.

Maybe he was going to have to tell her. In person.

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Ochaco stopped, looking up from her phone. Sat at the bottom of her dorm room door was a stuffed bear. It was a classic brown bear with a cream ribbon tied in a bow around its neck. Attached to the bow by a red string was a brown card. Bending down, she picked up the bear, the faux fur soft on her skin, and read the card.

'KB'

It was the same handwriting from the love letter, only in gold pen. Entering her room, she sat on her bed, looking at the bear, trying to think about who 'KB' could be. It wasn't Mydoria that was for sure.

Racking her brain, she remembered how Bakugou was looking at her when she was discussing the letter with Momo, and how she caught a glimpse of him looking at her again in the classroom when she picked up the flowers. She swore he was smiling then, but she couldn't be too sure. Ochaco looked over at the class picture she had stuck up on her mirror, and how he was scowling, even though everyone else was so happy.

It couldn't be from him...could it?

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Bakugou closed the door behind him, pulling his phone out of his pocket. He didn't make it far down the hallway before his name was being called.

"Bakugou!" Ochaco called from behind him. His heart skipped a beat as he turned around to face her. She was holding a white box and had a cheesy smile on her face.

"They were from you, weren't they? The flowers and the bear?" she asks, stopping a few feet in front of him. He could see through the clear film on the top that the box was filled with cupcakes.

"What- oh um, yeah," he answered, trying to look anywhere but her as the heat rushed to his cheeks.

"Well, I got you these. Uh I don't know what flavour you like so I got one of each, uh...oh there's a Valentine's event happening at a park not too far from here if you wanted to go. Maybe, I dunno, I just-"

"Vanilla," Bakugou blurted out. His mind was going a thousand miles an hour, and all he managed to say was 'Vanilla'? He could have died right there. He almost did.

"Huh?"

"I prefer vanilla cupcakes," he says looking at them through the film again.

"Okay, well there's some vanilla so..yeah. Did you want to go to the park, I think they're setting up stalls and stuff ready for Saturday," she says, tilting her head to the side with another grin.

"Together?" Of course she meant together. He was losing his mind.

"Yeah," she laughed. He smiled, agreeing to the date, or at least he assumed it was a date.

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Bakugou looked up at the stall, at the giant teddy specifically. It was light pink with a white muzzle and stomach and had a dark purple bow.

"Didn't I already get you a bear?" He asked, turning to Ochaco. She nodded, swallowing the candy floss in her mouth.

"But this one's bigger...and pink," she said, turning away sheepishly. He whispered a 'fine' under his breath and paid the vendor; he wasn't even mad about it, he just found it funny to tease her.

Ochaco watched as he threw the balls with great precision, knocking all but one of the cams off. He had one ball left, which he managed to knock it off with, although she swore she saw him use his quirk a little. Putting the last of her candy floss in her mouth, she put the stick in the bin next to the stall, and reached her arms out.

"They rig these games, I swear," the blond says, giving her the bear. She squeezed it tightly before tucking it under her arm, to the best of her ability. It was practically the same size as her. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, Ochaco wrapping her arm around his as they continued to walk around the fair. A head of green hair caught Ochaco's attention.

"Deku!" she called, waving her arm in the air. Bakugou groaned as Mydoria and Iida walked over to the two of them. Ochaco shot him a quick scowl before turning back to the other two.

The blond watched as she showed off the bear that he won her, a smile appearing on his face as he watched him realise they were together. His brows furrow for a second. Angry? Jealous? Bakugou didn't care as long as he was upset.

"Oh well, you guys have to try these Monaka, they're so good," he says, holding up the flower shaped wafer dessert.

"We will," Ochaco replies, noticing that her date's patience was wearing thin.

"You two have fun then," Mydoria says.

"Whatever, nerd," Bakugou scoff, intertwining his fingers with hers, watching how his face scrunched up again.

"You don't have to be so mean you know," Ochaco states as they walk away. He shrugs, bending down slightly to kiss her cheek. She squeals and hides her face in the bear, whilst Bakugou laughs quietly, admiring her in the evening lighting.

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idk how to end fluffs 🤷‍♀️

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Spiderman Noir X Fem Reader

No warnings, just fluff :)

A Shadow of a Shadow

Part•3 (Part•1, Part•2)

"Aaaand... you're all set. Your home earth has been officially changed to 20914," Margo said, smiling up at you. After a long discussion with Miguel, you'd come to an agreement that there was no saving your earth, and that it would be better for you to transfer somewhere else. He suggested that you stay on his earth, and that he could set you up with a proper room in HQ, but you denied his offer, saying that it would be too overwhelming with all the different Spiders coming and going. Actually, that didn't bother you, but were you about to tell him that the reason you wanted to stay at Peter's earth was because you were emotionally attached to him? No. Definitely not.

"Thank you," you replied, placing your hand on her shoulder. In order to switch your earth, D.N.A had been taken from both you and Peter, the spider genome was extracted from both and then yours had been modified to match. They'd watched you like a hawk for a couple days afterwards to make sure nothing went wrong, and then you were all set. You turned around, Peter's gaze meeting yours. Intertwining his arm with yours, he put his hand in his pocket before leading you through the portal he had opened up.

The portal put the two of you just a couple blocks down from his house, but you didn't mind the walk. His neighbourhood was actually quite pretty, well, as pretty as it could be without colours. You were going to have to ignore the questions of 'What colour is the couch' and 'Are the walls grey in general or are they grey because of the way this universe works' if you were going to permanently stay here. Speaking of,

"Y'kow, I've been thinking, since it's now kinda official that I'm staying here, I should probably try and get a job. I mean it's not fair if you have to start buying twice as many groceries and things. Besides, it might help me settle in." You turn to look at him. He's smiling.

"If that's what you want to do. The help would be greatly appreciated anyway," he answers as you turn the corner to his home. "What job were you thinking about?" You looked up at him, thinking about what sort of jobs would be available for a woman in the 30's.

"Well, I suppose anything that I can get, but I don't want some stupid job stuck in an office, you know..." You raised your hand to your mouth, remembering that Peter spent most of his job in an office. "Sorry."

"Wow," he said, pretending to be offended. You felt bad, but when he started laughing, you realised that it wasn't that big of a deal. "Well, don't feel like you have to find a job straight away, though your best bet would probably be to look in the papers, there's ads in there all the time," he said at the two of you walked through his front gate. You let go of his arm as he dug through his pockets to find his key, unlocking the door once he'd done so.

You hung your small handbag on the coat rack that was by the door; it was the last thing that you needed to bring from your earth to his. Now it really felt like you belonged here.

"Though, if you end up not being able to find a job," Peter started, hanging his coat up, along with his hat. "We're looking for a receptionist. I know you said you didn't want an office job, but, just in case." The pair of you smiled as he disappeared around the corner into the kitchen.

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"I still don't like the idea of you sleeping on the couch every night," you sigh, standing to the side of the sofa. He'd been sleeping there every night that you were here, and now that this was your permanent home, you weren't okay with it. "This is your house, I'll be fine sleeping on the couch."

"And as I've told you darlin', I'm not making you sleep on a sofa when there's a perfectly good bed in the room ten steps behind you," Peter said sternly, as usual. Though, you had to admit, the name did make your stomach do flips.

"Yeah, your bed," you respond, walking backwards as he guided you into the bedroom. You wished that you had the confidence to ask he to share the bed with you, but you'd have to hear it from God himself before you did that.

"I don't care, I'm not having you sleeping on the couch. Now, go to bed, and in the mornin' I'll help you look for a job, deal?" He asked, cocking his head to one side. You realised that you were pressed up against the door, and that there was no way out. Sighing again, you answered,

"Fine, but I'm not doing this all the time." You turned around, trying to ignore his satisfied smile and entered the bedroom. Opening one of the drawers on your dresser, you pulled out a pair of shorts and a baggy t-shirt.

You needed a new wardrobe; it was one of the first things Peter mentioned when you began talking about permanently staying with him. He'd tried his best to explain it in a way that wouldn't upset you, but the basic message was that he was worried about how much your regular clothes would make you stand out.

Of course, you were going to keep the clothes you had now; they were perfectly fine so, no point in throwing them out. You were just keeping them so you could wear them at home.

As much as you wanted to get a job so you could pay for your own clothes, you knew that finding a job with the ones you had would be difficult. Peter had said that once you had found a job that you wanted he'd take you shopping for just a couple outfits to get you through the work week. Again you had protested this as well, but you knew he was right.

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Walking into the kitchen, the smell of bacon and coffee filling your lungs. You see Peter standing by the cooker, wearing an apron that you liked to imagine was pink for comedic purposes.

"There's a paper on the table that's got a few job adverts, if you want to take a look," Peter said, turning slightly to look at you over his shoulder. You nod, walking over to the kitchen table where the newspaper was laid open along with a glass of...orange juice? It was still going to take a while to learn the shades of everything. You confirmed that it was orange juice when you took a sip as you sat down, looking at the ads. There were a few that seemed interesting, but there was one in particular that caught your eye.

"Hey Peter?" You called. He turned around and made his way over to you, leaning over to look at the paper.

"Oh, that's just a couple blocks away," he says, returning back to the stove. Maybe you would go for an interview tomorrow.

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Atticus Finch X Virgin! Fem Reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI, oral (m receiving), p in v, hair pulling, slight degradation??? idk we'll see.

Context: You babysit for Jem and Scout sometimes, whenever Atticus calls, but this time he calls for a different reason. Also it's your first time but he doesn't know that.

Grab a glass of water or smthn and settle down cos this one is LONGGG

Not Just A Baby-sitter

also he is so this song argue with the wall

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It wasn't often that you were called over to the Finch's house, but when you were it was usually just to watch Jem and Scout, to make sure they didn't burn the house down or anything. However, when Atticus rang you a couple minutes earlier, during the middle of the day when the kids were at school, you couldn't help but wonder why.

You knocked on the door, straightening out a crease in your skirt as you waited. The door opened, Atticus stood in the doorway, looking, well, not his best. His hair was ruffled and messy, his glasses were askew, the top few buttons of his shirt were undone, as well as his...fly? You looked away quickly, hoping he didn't notice how your eyes trailed down him, examining him carefully. However, he didn't seem to have noticed as he grabbed your arm, pulling you into the house and shutting the door behind you.

"Sorry about this doll," he said quickly, sliding his hand down your arm to grab your hand, leading you into the kitchen. "It's just, I've got a problem you see, and, well, it could use a woman's touch," he explained, the colour of his cheeks darkening slightly as he did so.

"No, it's alright," You said softly, curiosity lacing your voice. As the two of you reached the opposite end of the kitchen, Atticus spun you around, pinning you against the counters now behind you. You start to gasp, but you were cut off as he abruptly pressed his lips against yours. As one of his hands reached up and caressed your jaw, and the other snaked it's way around your waist, you couldn't help but melt into the kiss. You wrapped your hands around his neck, pulling him closer, feeling the bulge that threatened to spill out of his open fly.

The pair of you broke apart, breathing heavily as you look up at him through your lashes. Behind his glasses, his eyes were soft and compassionate, glossed over with sympathy and...guilt? His hands found their way to the zip on the back of your dress, undoing it slowly.

"If, at any point, you want to stop, we can," Atticus said as the zip reached the end. You smiled at his gentlemanly-ness, slipping the dress off and kicking it away. Wrapping your hands back around his neck, you watch as he examines your body, trailing his fingers down you gently. A small smirk tugs at the corners of his lips for a second, before he quickly places them back on yours.

You reach one hand up into his hair, tugging at it gently, whilst your other hand reached down his back, pulling him closer towards you. His shirt is rough against your bare skin, which his hands continue to explore. Atticus pauses the kiss to lift you up onto the kitchen counter. As you wrap your legs around his waist, you let go of his hair and start to undo the rest of his shirt buttons. His tongue grazes your bottom lip, begging for entry, which you allow.

His hot breath travels down your throat and you can taste a slight hint of red wine, whilst his hands reach behind you to undo your bra. You slip his shirt off and throw it, along with your bra, vaguely in the same direction as your dress. Atticus pulls away and rests his head on your shoulder. For those few seconds, all that could be heard was the heavy breathing that came from both of you.

"Have you been drinking?" You ask in between deep breaths. He looks up at you with puppy eyes and smiles gently.

"I may have had a glass of two, but I'm completely sober if that's what you're worried about," he says as his hands begin to fondle your breasts. You rest your head on top of his as he bites and pulls at the skin around your collarbone, leaving small marks.

As you trace your hands up and down his back, Atticus moves his hands away and replaces them with his mouth. He pulls gently, biting slightly a few times, but not enough to hurt. In fact, as his mouth continues to work on your breasts, you can feel a heat rising in the pit of your stomach, and your hands begin to mindless tug at the top of his trousers. Feeling your neediness, his mouth comes back up to meet yours, smiling as he kisses you passionately.

"Yeah~?" He says teasingly, grabbing your hands with his and using them to push his trousers down, just enough to make room for his bulge. Your eyes widen automatically as you take in the size of it, and you quickly try to regain composure. You feel his smile as he presses his lips against yours, his hands coming up to support your neck.

Pressing your lower shin into his crotch, Atticus moans quietly, letting you deepen the kiss, exploring his mouth with your tongue. Reaching up, you guide his hands down to your bare thighs. His hands were rough, but his movements were gentle and soft as he squeezed your thighs, ever so slowly moving closer towards your panties.

You pull away from him, breathing heavily as you rest your head on his shoulder. Looking down, you hooked a finger of the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down to reveal more of his happy-trail. Feeling the blood rush to your cheeks, you nuzzle into his neck, attempting to hide away as you pull the waistband all the way down. You feel as his dick springs up against his stomach, and you can't help but trace your fingers up and down, realising how big it actually is. You hear Atticus laugh breathlessly, so you look up to meet his gaze.

"Your face is getting warm," he smiles, looking down at you through his glasses. He pushes his hips forward, his dick gently grazing the wet fabric of your panties. You moan involuntarily, pushing your head back into his neck. Atticus kisses the back of your neck, slipping his fingers into your wet folds, earning another moan from you, which was muffled by his neck.

"Please~ Atticus," you whispered, trying to push your hips forward on the counter in an attempt to get some more friction.

"Alright," he smiled, wrapping his hands underneath your thighs, picking you up off of the counter. Placing you on the floor, Atticus spun you around by your waist and pushed the top of your back gently, bending you over the counter. You gasp as the cold countertop presses against your tits. Atticus pushes your legs further apart, and you can't help but feel slightly vulnerable in this position. "Are you ready?" He asks as you feel his dick graze lightly over your pussy. You nod and hum in approval.

"Sweetheart I'm not going any further until you say it," he says, leaning over you, his chest warm against your back. "Are you ready?"

"Yes- ah," you reply, feeling his tip brush against your folds. Atticus hums softly, standing back up straight and grabbing your hips to align himself. You bite your lip as he pushes his dick into you, stretching you out as he moves slowly. It hurt, but it was bearable. His pelvis is warm against your ass as he pushes his dick in as far as he can. Your back seems to arch automatically, as your brows furrow whilst you moan. Atticus stays still for a while whilst you get used to the feeling. You begin to rock back and forth gently, silently begging him for some kind of friction, which he allows.

He pumps into you, slowly at first whilst his hands grip your hips and thighs. You rest your head on the counter while you grip the edge of it tightly, breathing heavily and moaning involuntarily. Hearing Atticus whisper little praises made you realise that you'd never done this before, and you never would have imagined it would have felt this good.

"Ah, good girl~" He whispers, just loud enough for you to hear. You whimper faintly as his grip on your hips and thighs tighten. Propping yourself up on your arm, you try to turn around to look at Atticus, but the position stops you from looking at him properly. Noticing this, he moves one hand and presses down on your lower back to keep you in place whilst he grabs your jaw with his other hand, forcing you to look at him.

"You want to watch me ruin you? Hmm?" He teased, his voice laced with lust in a way that made you melt. He let go of you, and your head seems to whip back around. His hand reached up and tangled around your hair, pulling your hair hard, forcing you to lean your head back. A moan escapes your throat as he pumps into you at a steady pace. You listen as he whispers little things under his breath, and how your breathing becomes heavy.

"Att- ah~ Atticus, please go- go slower," you beg as your legs shake uncontrollably. He lets go of your hair and your head flops down onto your arms. Resting his hands in the middle of your back, Atticus slows down to a gentle pace, allowing you to catch your breath.

"You alright doll? I didn't...hurt you did I?" He asks, leaning over you slightly. You shake your head.

"No, I've just, never done this, before," you manage to say between heavy breaths. The air is quiet and heavy with thick tension as Atticus stops completely, pulling himself out of you and pulling your shoulders to stand you up straight.

"You've never...oh my," he mumbles as you turn around to look at him. One hand is resting on his hip while his other hand fidgeted with his glasses. You could see through the lenses that his eyes were glazed with guilt.

"What's wrong? You know, I'm glad that my first time is with you," You smile, desperate to continue. Reaching up, you grab his hand and bring it down, placing it in between your thighs. He smiles and chuckles quietly to himself. You feel the heat rising to your cheeks as his fingers work in between your folds.

"Alright darlin'," Atticus says, wrapping his hands around your thighs and lifting you up. You connect your lips to his as he places you down on the kitchen table gently. As the two of you separate from the kiss, he pushes you back down slowly, keeping one hand on your back to stop you from falling.

You rest your head against the wood as he pushes your legs apart, lining himself back up with you. Your legs wrap around his waist and your hands grip the edge of the table as his pushes into you. His dick went in easier this time, but it was still a little tight.

As his hips meet yours, Atticus leans over you, grabbing your hand and bringing it above your head, interlocking your fingers with his. You wrap your other hand around his neck to steady yourself.

He pumps into you at a steady pace, slower than before, but still hitting the right spot. Your legs tighten around him and you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck, trying to muffle the involuntary noises that escaped your throat.

"Ah- you sound so good- sweetheart," he whispers, leaving little kisses along your neck. Your back arches as you feel an unexplainable sensation building in the pit of your stomach. You whisper his name, it being the only thing you can manage to say. He groans above you, letting go of your hand and gripping your hips. His grip is tight, and you know it would leave bruises later, but you were too overwhelmed to focus on that right now.

"Oh, Atti-" Your voice catches in your throat and your lower back lifts off the table and your legs shake wildly. He smiles and loosens his grip on your hips, watching you come down from your high.

You sigh and wipe away the few tears that had formed in the corners of your eyes. As your breathing slows, you sit up on your elbows, your gaze meets his. Atticus pulls himself out of you, groaning quietly as his dick throbs. He was close, you could tell.

You slide off the table, sitting on your knees, your eyes level with his dick. His hand reaches down and grabs your jaw, forcing you to look up at him.

"Now be a doll and make sure I finish, won't you?" He asks, a smirk tugging at his lips. Your heart skipped a beat; you had never seen him so demanding before. You were going to, of course. It was the whole reason he called you after all.

Reaching your hand up, you wrap it around his hard cock, pumping it slowly. You rest your other hand on his thigh, continuing to stroke is dick, occasionally pausing to graze your thumb over the head.

Atticus tangles his fingers in your hair, gripping it firmly and pushing the tip to your lips. You take the head into your mouth. Continuing to pump his shaft, you use the tip of your tongue to tease his slit, earning a stifled moan from him. He pushes your head further down. You gag a little as it touches the back of your throat, and Atticus apologises, slightly letting go of your hair.

As you continue to bob your head up and down, you could feel his cock throbbing in your throat. His breath was becoming quick and shallow; you could tell he was close.

"Ah~ darlin' I'm gonna- oh god." Atticus groans as he thrusts into your throat. You can feel the cum hit the back of your throat, and you try to pull away but he holds you still. Slowly, he pulls his cock out of your mouth, leaving a small string of cum behind. He smiles as he watches you swallow.

"Stay there sweetheart, I'll get you cleaned up," he says, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. You hum quietly and sit back against the leg of the table, watching as he gets you a glass of water. If you weren't sure before, you were definitely sure that you loved him now.

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D.VA X Genji OneShot

Not Jealous

Part•2 (Part•1)

Artist:SakuraTAKO47 on Twitter

Hana hopped backwards, Genji's fist narrowly missing her jaw. She imagined that because he seemed to know how bad she was, that maybe he would go easier on her, and teach her certain things. But nope. This was full on combat training, like the stuff she'd do with Brigette in her Mech.

She only had a second to breathe, as Angela came in to attack from behind. The brunette blocked her kick with her forearm, sliding backwards on her knees from the impact. Hana managed to stumble to her feet as Genji took the blond's attention away from her. Angela dodged Genji's next attacks and put some distance between the two of them, leaving her and Hana together. Everything seemed to go in slow motion as Hana watched as Angela turned around to face her, her hand up and ready to fight. But Hana's body reacted first; it was like an out of body experience as she watched as her hand, closed in a fist, flew towards Angela's jaw, connecting with a solid thud.

The blonde fell to the floor, raising her hands to her jaw instinctively. Hana watched as tears welled up in her eyes. She watched as Genji stood there for a moment, figuring what happened. She watched as he rushed over to her, fussing her like she was an infant. She felt the blood boil and rush to her face as he held Angela's face, ensuring she was alright.

Deciding she couldn't bear to look for another second, Hana left the training room and made her way to the lockers. She grabbed her bottle from her locker as she heard Genji enter the room. He opened his locker and pulled out his phone, using one hand to take off his mask. Placing it on the bench in the center of the room, he sat down beside it.

"She alright?" Hana asked, a little more cold than she intended.

"Yeah, she'll, uh, be fine." The pair were quiet for a moment as the brunette took her hair down from its ponytail and began to brush through it with her fingers. "You hit her pretty hard, you know," Genji spoke up, turning halfway to face her. She shrugged, putting her bottle back in the locker.

"She could have blocked it."

"Are you alright?" Genji asked, a slight tone of worry lacing his voice. He stood up from the bench and slowly walked over to her.

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"You seem... upset."

"I'm not upset," Hana replied harshly. There was silence again, and there was a thick tension in the air surrounding the two of them.

"You're not... jealous...are you?" Genji questioned, raising his eyebrow as he waited for her response.

"What is there to be jealous of?" She answered, feeling the blood rush to her cheeks again. She waited for him to talk again, but he stayed silent. "I know you said that you don't like Angela but sometimes it just feels like you pay more attention to her than me and, well, it hurts."

Their gaze connected as Hana waited for him to talk again, hoping that she hadn't said too much. Genji reached one hand up to her face, holding her cheek whilst caressing her lips with his thumb.

"I'm sorry, that you felt like that," he says softly. He uses his other hand to take off his mask, his eyes glazed with sympathy. He meant it.

"I'll apologise to Angela later," Hana says, places her hands on his chest and he continues to hold her. His other arm snakes around her waist and pulls her close enough so that their noses were just touching.

"Good. And I promise I don't like her. In fact..." Genji pauses for a moment before connecting his lips with hers. She wraps her arms around his neck as they continue to kiss softly, breaking away for air. "I like you, I always have."

Hana blushes and buries her face in his neck, earning a small chuckle from the cyborg.

"Can we go to the arcade later?"

"Sure, but don't get upset when I beat you."

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When he realized red is the good part of the watermelon.. 😅

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turtleneck brachiosaurus

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Trapped

The plan was easy, Sombra had sneaked her way past the guards and hacked the doors while Genji took them out. Dva and Mercy waited for the two to give them the ok. Once the large gate creaked open, Hana drove her mech into the court yard of the large estate, Mercy following her. Ana looked on at the group, cautiously analysing the area. Soon a large Omnic emerged from the dark aiming for Dva, she reacted fast activating her shield before shouting to Mercy "Get behind some cover!".

Mercy nodded as Hana began shooting at the large robotic figure-a tinge of guilt hitting her as she thought of her Omnic friend, Zenyatta. Dva launched her missiles, and with the help of Mercy's damage boost wiping out the figure, pushing forward with the mission. One after another she killed each Omnic until their enemies finally understood they had to attack as a group.

Chaos flooded into the area; multiple large and smaller Omnics beginning to attack. As Hana began to struggle the two realised they needed to escape. Genji and Sombra were on their way back to them but they hadn't calculated the mission well and they were too underprepared. Mercy was struggling to keep Hana's mech alive as it was bombarded with bullets; Ana was also healing her, but it wasn't doing anything to help.

"Genji, Sombra, the mission is over, we need to get Hana and Mercy out of there and retreat." Ana spoke into her...

Sombra went into her stealth mode, rushing towards the danger, throwing a teloporter into the fight. She flashed infont of Dva, quickly killing 3 Omnics, creating a distraction. As Genji got closer he realised Sombra had taken a bullet to her knee, so he quickly dived, in deflecting the bullets.

"FIND COVER!" Hana screamed as she pushed her mech into the Omnics before quickly getting out as the mech began to shake. Her comrade fled the scene, Mercy flying up to Ana with Sombra's hand in hers dragging her up. The mech exploded with a loud bang as Dva reached an old cobbled building, hearing the groans as they all died.

After a while, she looked through a window and noticed that she hadn't killed all of them. Hana tried to call another mech, but her suit was damaged and wasn't linking to the ship. 'Okay Hana, you can do this, breath' she thought to her self.

"My suite is damaged I can't call another mech I'm stuck" Hana spoke into the talon.

"Genji where are you?" Ana asked.

"I'm still on the ground"

"Ok, Genji find Hana and wait with her until we come back with some more tanks". Dva watched as the ship flew off back to the headquarters.

"HAHA they ran away" She heard one of the Omnics say.

"Incompnitant humans" another replied.

She chose to ignore them as she watched for Genji.

"Im in the old cobbled servant house" She whispered. It didn't take long for Genji to find her. She had moved into a corner hiding to the best of her abilities.

"Found you"

Dva smiled up at him as he joined her on the floor, It had been a while since the two were alone together. They rarely got placed on missions together and after this one had gone so badly they probably wouldn't again for a while. Hana was always with Soldier and Reaper, while Genji surrounded himself with Mercy and Zenyatta.

"How long do you think they will be?" Dva questioned, worry lacing her voice. Given her background in the army she would never crack under the pressure however anxiety was always there.

"Not too long" the cyborg answered, however he knew it would be a while as it took them at least 20 minuets to get there in the first place. Genji wasn't worried at all but could tell Hana was. Genji placed his sword on the floor next to him and laid back against the wall. Hana's legs came closer to her as anxiety bubbled up her, wishing she was with Jack right now. Genji made her heart do flips and that made her nerves even worse.

"I think there's someone in there" One of the Omnics yelled. Dva closed her eyes taking in deep breaths.

"I'll get some grenades" someone replied.

As soon as the two saw a green ball hit the wall above their heads and bounce back on the floor rolling towards, them they dived down the stairs that lead to a basement. It wasn't long before it exploded, creating a ricochet with the walls and floor caving in. Genji instinctively grabbed Dva creating a shield around her with his body. The coblestone building was collapsing on top of them, landing on Genji's body ripping, through his suit and pulling apart his body. The metal mask he wore breaking in two as well as one of his robotic legs breaking.

As the rubble and dust settled, the two realised they were trapped.

"They are definitely fiantly dead now" someone laughed. Soon, Dva heard the footsteps of the Omnics walk away until the area was completely silent.

"Are you okay Genji?" She questioned blood dripping down her face.

He nodded, his head in his hands. The two separated; a wave of awkwardness hitting them both as he looked up. Dva had never seen Genji's face, even though they had almost died, she could still see that he was extremly handsome. He'd just protected her using himself as a shield to save her. She already had a school girl crush on him, this would only make it worse.

Genji's eyes locked on to Hana's forehead that was bleeding. He quickly took off the top part of his suite revealing a black t-shirt. He ripped off part of his sleeve, creating a bandage to wrap around Hana's head.

After he'd finished, he gave her a once over checking for more injuries. Hana shook her head. "I'm fine, your the one who needs a medic, your leg Is ripped in two, you just had a ton of stone fall on top of you Genji!".

"I'm not hurt Hana don't worry about me" he insisted. They both fell silent and Hana tried her hardest not to stare; large scars covered his right arm and crawled up to his face. Dva groaned in pain but Genji took it another way. "I'm sorry if I'm too disgusting to look at" he said sincerely.

"Oh no, that wasn't why, I'm sorry Genji" A frown formed on his face.

“You don’t need to be polite Hana, I know what I look like, I’m not the man I used to be”. She didn’t know what to say, she thought he was anything but disgusting. She could look at his face for days but she couldn’t say that to him.

She lifted her hand up poking his fourhead the confidence coming out of nowhere. He didn’t flinch he stayed still puzzled. “Genji you are not disgusting you are very handsome” she winked at him.

He let out a small chuckle rolling his eyes at the young brunette. “I’m being serious” she insisted.

“Thankyou Miss Song” he subtly smiled.

“Your welcome Mr Shimada” she giggle copying his formalities.

“You are a very lovely girl Hana” he said confidently

“Thanks Genji”

A unknown feeling fell on them, both unsure of what to do next. For the next 10 minutes Dva ranted about her newest video game obsession trying to distract herself from the situation at hand. Genji listened; watched, waited, admiring Hana.

Genji stopped Hana’s rambling with a simple ‘shhh’ placing his fingers on her lips. This caused a light blush to scatter across her cheeks. Genji moved his fingers to her chin pulling her towards him.

“May I?” The cyborg questioned

Dva quickly nodded her head completely shocked. Soon her soft lips were agains his, his hands wrapped behind the back of her head. Genji had wanted to do this for along time, he was always unsure or were the both of them stood, wether they were friends or more. He’d died everyday seeing her face not being able to talk to her. They both pulled apart breathless. Hana smiled at him as he leant back against the wall. She laid down falling into his embrace waiting for the cavalry to arrive.

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D.VA X Genji OneShot

Not Jealous

Part•1

A cold breeze drifted down the corridor as Hana pushed the door to the infirmary open. The room was blindly white and smelt of disinfectant, as usual. Her injury wasn't bad, just a small cut on her temple from slipping whilst getting out of the shower. Definitely not her proudest moment.

Her eyes drifted towards the right of the room, where the beds were, and where Genji and Angela were. The cyborg was sitting on the bed, Angela standing behind him, her hand on his back. His upper torso and left shoulder were wrapped in bandages.

"Well, you're all set to go, but remember, no extrenuous exercise," Angela instructed as she put away her supplies. Hana's brow furrowed as she turned away to rummage through a small box to her right, looking for a plaster. After finding a suitable one, she turned on her heel and left. Hearing Genji's footsteps behind her, she stopped, waiting for him to be side by side with her before she started walking again. There was a burning sensation in the pit of her stomach, but she ignored it as she spoke,

"Do you like her?" She asked whilst opening the bandaid. Trying to position the plaster, she looked up at him, his mask blank and emotionless. The ninja raised an arm, grabbing her wrist and adjusting the position of the plaster before she placed it.

"You know what I mean; do you like her?" Hana teased, poking his arm, ignoring how the burning was rising to her chest. The hallway was silent for a moment, before Genji spoke again.

"No." A sense of relief washed over her. 'Why am I even bothered? This is so stupid, what am I doing?' she thought, as they continued to walk down the corridor. "Do you...like her?" Hana turns to him, an eyebrow raised.

"Uh, no," she answered, sounding a little harsher than intended. He nodded as they came to a stop in front of her room.

"I'll see you around then," he stated flatly before continuing to walk off. The brunette stood there, a sinking feeling in her stomach. Brushing it off, she turned on her heel and entered her room.

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Putting down her mechanical pencil, Hana flexed her fingers, trying to get rid of the cramps she had from drawing. She looked down at the concept sketches for a new mech that she had drawn, humming as she analysed the pages. She wanted it to be more sleek and aerodynamic. More professional in other words.

As she redrew part of the shield mechanism, her mind went back to earlier that day. She remembered how the silence between them whilst walking was comforting and warm, despite the corridor feeling like the inside of a freezer. 'Why did I even ask him if he likes her? It's not like I like him anyway. It would have been fine if he said yes... right?'

Hana shook her head, stopping herself from smiling at the thought of him. She didn't need to busy herself with a man right now. If she could get herself to where she was now completely alone, then she didn't need anybody else. But that doesn't necessarily mean she didn't want a man... She laughed, throwing her head back against her bunny gaming chair. That was ridiculous.

A sudden knock at her door broke her out of her daze. Hana spun the chair around and got up, making her way to the door. Opening the door revealed the tall, slender figure of Genji. His left arm's armour was missing, showing the numerous scars he had accrued from battle.

"Have you got any tape?" He asked, pulling the girl's attention away from his muscular arm.

"Uh, yeah, but it's got a pattern on it," she replied, thinking back to her impressively large collection of washi tape that was sitting on her desk.

"That's fine," the cyborg said. Hana turned and hopped back over to her desk. The colours were mainly pink and purple, but miraculously, she managed to pull out a green roll of tape with a geometric pattern from the bottom of the stack. She walked back and handed the roll to him, smiling softly. "Cute," he mutters, just loud enough for her to hear.

"You know, I've noticed that you're lacking in your hand-to-hand combat skills, so why don't you come and train with me tomorrow?" He asked, tucking the tape away in some hidden pocket. Hana, paused, half insulated by the fact he thought she was bad, but half excited to spend time with him.

"Sure, I guess I could use the help," she said, looking down at her feet in the hopes that he wouldn't notice her cheeks burning up.

"Cool,' he stated before walkie off. Closing the door, Hana turned around, looked at her room, before squealing quietly, jumping up and down. He'd basically just asked her on a date. Not that she was bothered by that, or even wanted to go on a date with him. But still, it was cool that he did.

As she skipped back over to her chair, her phone chimed. She picked up the device, flipping the case's bunny ears from off her screen, and read the notification.

From: Genji-

Forgot to tell you that Angela is going to join us in the training tomorrow.

Hana groaned as she fell back into her chair, slamming her phone down on the table. 'Why does she have to go everywhere that he does? It's like she can't survive without him. It's stupid.'

Sighing, she picked up her headphones and adjusted the mic, aiming to take her frustrations out in her games. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad.

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D.VA x Genji

Couldn’t find the artists @ lmk if you know :)

“Hey Genji” she beamed smiling up at the cyborg.

“Hello Hana?” he replied smoothly.

“I have a question” Dva blurted out, still filled with worry.

Genji waited for her to continue so she quickly added “Would you mind helping me out with my hand to hand combat, because as much as I’m good at my tricks when I’m out of my mech I’m lacking in some areas” she rushed.

Genji let out a chuckle smiling underneath his mask. Hana looked on at him puzzled, ‘was that a yes’ her brain wondered. Instead of answering her question Genji replied “Follow me”.

Hana blindly followed the man around the head quarters until they reached Zenyatta’s meditation area.

“What are we doing here?” Hana was completely baffled.

“When it comes to my quick reflexes and agility the first step is to relax, You’re a very smart and capable fighter however I always see you jump into battle, flying around and going crazy”.

“I don’t know wether to be flattered or insulted”.

“Oh Hana i didn’t mean to upset you” Genji spoke.

Dva let out a loud laugh shaking her head “I was joking Genj”.

“Genj?” He questioned, a wave of panic hit Dva.

“Genj like Genji but short ya know”

“Ahh I didnt know we were on that basis yet?”

“Never mind then” Hana looked around awkwardly trying to play it off

“Let’s start by doing some simple meditation something you could do before you jump into the action, this will give your mind some time to think and process”.

Hana enthusiastically nodded her head, sitting down with him on a yoga mat. She watched as Genji crossed his legs and instructed her to do so as well.

“Close your eyes”.

Hana really did try but every time she’d close them she’d loose concentration and open them to look at what he was doing. Sending her discomfort, Genji thought of a solution. He moved behind her and covered her eyes with his hand. The chill of metal shot through Hana’s skin; a shiver crawled up her back. “This might help”.

Diva nodded, however it definitively didn’t help as her blood pressure had skyrocketed. Although his hand was cold at first, it still made her stomach do flips. She shook herself out of it and slowly listened to Genji count. Telling her when to breathe and not to. She slipped into a trance she felt peaceful and leant back ever so slightly falling into the calm further. Genji watched Dva, a smile hiding under his mask. His idea certainly worked, however it might have worked too good. The girl had fallen asleep.

Genji looked down at the brunette, admiring her face one of her pink temporary tattoos flaking off. He acknowledged that his metal hand may cause her a fright, so he proceeded to remove the suit from his human side. It revealed a scarred but firm hand that he used to carefully rub off the rest. She stirred in her sleep, moving further into Genji’s lap. He quickly placed the metal hand cover back on before placing both his hands on her side, making sure not to touch any of her bare skin. She wore a black hoodie over her crop top and shorts so it was a hard maze for Genji to avoid. He lifted both her and himself up and began the walk back to get room.

Once he got to her room it he placed Hana down on her pink bed sheets covering her up with the anime covered duvet. He wasn’t sure about the nature of his relationship with Dva, he’d only spoken to her a few times before this. He walked over to her desk searching for a pen. Once he found one and a sticky note he wrote.

Next time you need some peace, I meditate at 6am with Zenyatta and 11pm by myself.

With that he walked out the room softly closing the door, trying not to wake her.

I LOVE THEM SMMMM

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D.VA X Genji OneShot

Better Than You

Artist: https://danbooru.donmai.us/posts?tags=jocheong&z=1

The controller landed on the sofa with a dull thud, missing the cyborg's head by a fraction of an inch. Looking up from his phone, Genji watched as his girlfriend fell back onto her bunny gaming chair and began slowly spinning around. Her nose was scrunched up as she crossed her arms and huffed. The chair came to a stop with the girl facing him, her eyes full of fury.

"What's up?" He asked, resting his phone to the side of him. Hana stood up, took a couple of steps forward before flopping down onto him, her head nestled under his. The pair sat like this for a moment, Genji's hands resting on her back. Hana groaned as she sat up on his knees before quickly blurting out,

"I've been stuck on this stupid level for like three hours and I can't seem to get to the next point and I've even gone back to find all the secrets that I missed thinking it would help but it hasn't and there's like nothing else for me to do because I have to get past to progress the story and I can't fucking do it!" It all seemed to come out as one long word, but Genji managed to understand it.

"So...do you want my help?"

"I guess you can try," the brunette replied, going to sit back in her pink chair. The ninja picked up the controller before pushing the chair out of the way with his foot. "So you have to get through that door, but to open it you need four keystones and I've got three but I can't find the other one," Hana instructed, pointing to places on the monitor. She watched intently, bringing her knees up to her chest, as the character ran around the screen, climbing and sliding to reach all areas. After a couple of minutes, the streamer spoke again.

"See, it's impossible, it must be a glitch or something," She spun around and outstretched her hand, waiting for the controller to be returned.

"Just, hold on," her boyfriend replied, his brow furrowed in concentration. His eyes scanned the screen for a second before widening quickly. "There."

Hana spun back around, watching as the character broke the floor using one of his abilities, revealing a hidden area underneath. She shot up, knocking the chair over.

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME!" She turned around to face Genji, her hands in little fists on top of her head. Genji threw his head back, laughing uncontrollably at her frustration. "It's not funny!" she shouted, walking over and snatching the controller out of his hands. Before she could stomp away, he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her onto his lap.

"I think it is pretty funny," he smiled, kissing her on the crown of her head as she tried to wriggle out of his grasp.

"No, you must have played this before," she huffed, finally accepting that she wouldn't be able to escape him.

"Nope. Can't you just accept that I'm better than you?" Hana paused for a moment, turning to meet his gaze before bursting out with laughter. Genji's smile dropped as she continued to wheeze.

"Absolutely not. Just because you did one thing doesn't mean you're better. Oh, you're funny though," she sighed, wiping away a tear. She stood up, placed a kiss on his cheek, and went and sat back in her chair. The cyborg shook his head despite his smile as he looked over at the clock.

"What do you want to eat?"

"Hmm, squid," Hana answered, turning around to face her monitor.

"Oh yeah sure let me just go catch one for you," Genji said, raising one eyebrow.

"No, dummy, there's some in the freezer," the girl huffed, waving her hand to dismiss him if to the kitchen. He grabbed his phone and stood from the sofa.

"Alright, anything else you want?" He asked, pausing in the doorway.

"A Nano Cola pleaseee," she seemed up to him as he left. "Thank you!"

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Really short ik but there'll be more :D

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Miguel O'Hara X Fem Reader

Warnings: Deep wounds, blood, death, angst >:), grief

Small bit of context: You have a 6 yr old daughter named Charley and we're starting just after your cannon event, which is where you lose your husband :)

A Second Chance

Part•1

You slid down the outside wall of the headquarters operating theatre, bringing your knees up to your chest. Your daughter had a broken arm and rib, which had punctured her lung, and your husband...you could have been faster. You should have been faster. With the advanced technology of this universe, there was little to no chance that Charley wouldn't survive, but there was nothing that could be done about bringing back your husband. Your mind was rushing with ways you could have saved him if you had done just the slightest thing differently. It would have been so easy, so why couldn't you have done it in the moment.

The theatre doors swung open and you shot up, maybe a little too quickly as you began to go light headed. The surgeon-spiderman that was leading the operation rushed up to you, helping you steady yourself.

"You've gotten bigger," you pointed out, nodding towards her baby bump, which was now very visible.

"I know, look at the size of it," she chuckled, standing on a side so you could see it better. The two of you were silent for a moment before she moved closer to you, her arms outstretched. You walked towards her and let her arms wrap around you. It felt good. It was what you needed right now. "How you feeling?" She asked as she pulled away.

"Well, I don't think I've really processed it yet. Like, I know he's... gone... but part of me thinks it's some kind of joke, like me and Charley are going to go home and he's going to be there trying to cook something without burning the house down. But, he's not," you explained, looking down. Feeling the tears pooling in your eyes, you realised that you really hadn't processed his death; these were the first tears that you had shed since you rushed into the headquarters with Charley passed out in your arms.

"Baby," Jess cooed as she brushed away the tears. The theatre doors swung open again, surgeons rolling your daughter out on the bed. Tears swelled in your eyes again as you looked at her, all battered and bruised. You could have done so much better.

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You were sprawled out on the sofa in the hospital room they had put you in, with Charley sat at a small table playing on an iPad that Spider-Byte had given her. Peter.B had swung by with Mayday to check up on the pair of you, and somehow the one-year-old found some markers, leaving Charley with a 'dog' that looked more like a cow and an out-of-order rainbow on the cast on her arm.

The door swung open and you sat up, propping yourself up on your elbows. It was Miguel. His eyes wandered over to Charley as he came over to you, a scowl forming on his face as he looked at her numerous bandages and plasters. She looked up at him before waving quickly with her good arm. He nodded at her in response, and you couldn't tell if he was holding back a smile or if that was just how he looked, but you knew better than to ask.

"Well, I've put some Spiders on rotation to look after your universe until you're ready to go back. Don't feel rushed to go back, just go once you're both ready." The two of you remained in silence for a few seconds, the only sound coming from the iPad. "What?"

"No 'How are you doing?' or 'I'm sorry for your loss,' or maybe even a reassuring 'It's going to be okay,'? None of that? Thanks," you spat, maybe a little more harsh than you meant. Miguel stood there for a moment with his hands on his hips.

"Well how are you feeling? Tired, depressed, disoriented? Feeling like you want to give up but you know you can't for her sake?" He hissed, leaning towards you. "There was nothing you could have done about it, it was meant to-" He cut himself off, standing back, his eyes wide.

"What do you mean 'it was meant to happen'?" You demanded, standing from the sofa. "Are you seriously telling me that this was my cannon event? Couldn't you have given me a warning? At least to prepare myself!" Tears pricked in the corners of your eyes, but this time they weren't out of grief. They were burning hot, made from the anger that was boiling up inside of you, and they stung on your cheeks as they fell. You knew the importance of letting cannon events play out; it was a message that had been engraved into the back of your mind since you first joined the Spider Society. But if you could have had some kind of warning of the agony and grief that you were going to go through, perhaps you would be able to handle it better. Maybe you wouldn't have had that stupid argument about buying a new house the night before, which had left the two of you going to bed angry at each other. Perhaps you would have gotten him the more expensive watch he wanted for his birthday, rather than settling for the cheaper one. Maybe you could have been better.

"Mummy?" Charley's small voice called from across the room. You looked over, wiping away a tear. She'd stood up from her seat and was looking over at you, her head tilted. Seeing you cry, she walked over, wrapping her arm around the middle of your thigh. You sat down and pulled her up onto your lap.

"Look, I wish I told you," Miguel started, sitting down on a small orange pouffe. "But no matter how many times you promised me that you wouldn't intervene, there was no way I would be sure that you wouldn't. I'm sorry that he's dead, I know it hurts, but there's nothing that can be done about it now."

"I know," you sighed. He was right, of course. There was no safe way to bring him back. "You just don't have to be so harsh about it." The room fell quiet once again until Charley spoke.

"I want churros," she said, looking up at you with her big baby eyes that perfectly resembled yours.

"Churros? You've never had churros before."

"I know that, that's why I want them," she stated, hopping down from your lap and walking to the door. You smiled softly and got up and followed. Stopping next to Miguel, you asked,

"Do they do churros in the cafeteria?"

"Yeah," he answered as he stood up.

"Come on thennnn," Charley shouted, waving her arm to beckon you over.

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"Clearly you don't take after me with all this messy eating," you laughed, dipping a napkin into your cup of water. Your daughter had somehow managed to get more of the chocolate sauce around her mouth than actually in her mouth.

"It was good though," she said, food still in her mouth, before abruptly wiping her chocolate-covered fingers on her light yellow shorts.

"Charley!" you groaned, picking up another napkin. The chair behind you scraped along the floor, so you turned around. It was Miguel...again.

"We've set up a room for you and her," he said, nodding to your daughter, who was now holding her hands in the air to avoid getting anything else dirty. "You can, uh, stay as long as you like," he mumbled, turning his gaze to the floor.

"Thank you," you replied, before turning back around to attempt to clean the chocolate from her shorts.

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"Yeah, sure," Miguel muttered under his breath so that you wouldn't hear him. He stood up and walked away from the cafeteria. Taking the elevator to his office, he let out a sigh that he didn't know he was holding in.

"You're blushing," Lyla suddenly pointed out from behind him, causing Miguel to jump, even though he'd never admit that.

"What do you- no I'm not."

"Mm, yes you are," she argued, a big grin stretching from ear to ear.

"Why would I have any reason to be blushing? It's just...hot."

"Actually it's only 15°, aaaand because you like her. Like come on dude, she's just lost her husband, she doesn't need you trying to fill the gap already," she said, looking at him over the top of her heart-shaped glasses.

"I do not," Miguel stated firmly before exiting the elevator. She stayed by his shoulder as he turned on the screens of his computer, giving the whole room a golden glow.

"It's obvious, like, she has everything you want," she stated, resting her head on her hand.

"And what would that be?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"A child....and a vagina," she replied, quickly whispering the last bit.

"LYLA!" Miguel shouted, waving his hand through her hologram. She laughed as he turned to his computers, the colour of his cheeks deepening.

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i wanna hump prime's leg like a dog tbh