#my overwatch imagines

[bumblebeeig]

thinking ab venture flirting with you mid match, making you a flustered mess, but eventually you start doing it to eachother.

like just imagine you’re focusing realllyyyy hard, protecting the point or keeping the payload at bay, only for the little guy to give you a random peck on the cheek and smiling at you all smugly after.

“hehe, sorry baby! i couldn’t resist. hope that doesn’t distract you too much!”

and then the little shit CONTINUES to do it throughout the match. kissing u on the face every chance they can get, while muttering some flirty remark into your ear. and u keep getting distracted!! damnit!!!

eventually, you have enough of it, and decide to get a little bit of revenge for yourself. while you have the chance, you pull them into a seperate room while everyone on your team is fighting. pushing them against the wall by the collar of their shirt, you give them a deep kiss. they were tense for a second, but eventually they melt into the kiss. your soft lips against theres, their hand eventually wandering to your waist, while the other hand struggles to hold onto their drill. it felt as if everything else ceased to exist other than you two for a bit.

you eventually pull away from the kiss, leaving a red faced sloane to try and gather themselves. they had a big dorky smile on their face too, which made you giggle a little.

“hopefully that doesn’t distract you too much, hm cameron?” you playfully remark, before leaving one last kiss on the explorers cheek and running off back into the battle.

sloane watched as you ran off, trying their best to shake off the warm feeling on their face. “yeahh… i had that coming huh?” they muttered, a small smile on their face. they eventually followed suit, planning their own little come back in their head as they headed out back on the battlefield.

[yore-donatsu]

Training sketches to know to draw the Omnic “Moses” and... I had fun giving it more human expressions (the ironyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy !🤣)

[of-dragonss]

Can you do Cole Cassidy teasing/flirting headcannon?

fun fact: i used to be extremely obsessed with cassidy when overwatch first came out 🕺 now all i think about is junker queen and hanzo

☽ ༚  ༵ ۰ ✧ ۰  ༵ ༚ ༵ ۰ ✧ ۰ 

— cole cassidy x reader

Cole flirting headcanons

Now let’s get one thing straight. Cole is an incredibly flirty man.

Flirting is second nature to him if we’re being honest.

But he’s not going to push you aside because he’s a natural flirt.

When he’s romantically interested in someone he’s an absolute menace and will direct his attention to you and only you.

Let’s say you were in Blackwatch back then.

Reyes was constantly lecturing Cole about flirting with you through the comms. Much to literally everyone’s annoyance.

“Have I told you you look mighty fine today, sugar?”

“Cassidy, focus on the mission.” you can practically see Reyes rubbing his temple by his tone of voice.

Moira is face palming. And Genji just wants to go back to base so he doesn’t have to hear this.

When Overwatch gets shut down and Winston sends out the message years later, you two meet again.

And nothings changed, and neither has his feelings towards you.

Now, because he’s older the flirting will go from teasing, to more romantic.

“You’re a sight for sore eyes, Honey.” He kisses the back of your hand, hat over his chest as he greets you.

“You’ve always known how to take care of me, pumpkin.” As you patch him up after a mission, smiling lovingly at you.

He’s so smitten with you oh my god.

Genji is still silently suffering when he witnesses these interactions because COLE WONT MAKE A MOVE PLEASE ASK THEM OUT OH MY GOD.

Literally every overwatch agent that returned are making bets to when the two of you would make it official.

It doesn’t happen any time soon he just keeps spitting out flirtatious comments every time he talks to you.

Cole is a flirt but he’s terrible at confessions. Please make the first move because he sure fucking won’t.

[tildemoe]

technology.......

[lovewillabides]

[xo-vinnie]

perhaps i may be a robot/cyborg fucker

[purpleph4se]

shades of cool

sigma | siebren de kuiper x reader

warnings | smut, fem/afab! reader, soft dom! sigma, oral (fem), creampie, praise kink, very very self indulgent sorry

a/n | i fucking hate tumblr why did i struggle so much to make this fucking post. this is a cry for help. tumblr fix your fucking app. but um yeah this. i go from nothing for months to smut of an old man i know. i’ve been fixated on ow for months and um i really really like sigma oops. so my brilliant idea was to sexualize him like it’s my full time job. to anyone reads this (im expecting not that many ppl) i hope u enjoy it <3 crossposted on my ao3

translations | mooi - beautiful, heerlijk - gorgeous, sterrenlicht - starlight, schatje - sweetheart , mijn liefje - my love, je bent te goed voor mij, mijn lieve meid - you’re too good for me sweet girl

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“can i kiss you?”

you asked, and he tilted his head as if he believed that he had misheard you. no, you’re leaning in now, and oh, your skin is so soft against his own, gentle and yet somehow firm. you…actually wanted him. “siebren?” you murmured against his slightly parted mouth, snapping him out of his daze.

 

“yes,” he responded breathlessly.

 

you slowly touched your lips to his, gingerly and invitingly, daring him to deepen the kiss himself. and when he did, you couldn’t help but sigh with relief.

he’s going slow, but with such careful precision that the movement of his lips has you under some kind of spell. the warmth and wetness of his tongue flicks delicately across your lip. you didn’t expect him to be so…romantic. had he been waiting for this moment?

his hand comes to the side of your neck, “you are so, so beautiful…” again, he’s kissing you, speaking heated affirmations into your lips, “...so perfect…” those same, unbearably tender kisses begin to travel, moving to your cheek, peppering over towards your neck just below your ear.

his hand falls lower, allowing the roughness of his palm to slide down your arm, then to your waist, stopping to press his thumb into the smooth skin at the hem of your dress. the squeeze of it causes the most abrupt squeak to peep out of you, and in response, siebren chuckles into your neck. he kisses you there again and again, his body pressing you harder into the counter behind you as he moves in as close as he can possibly be.

he kisses you while his warm, heavy hands continue to wander. they seem to travel aimlessly, crisscrossing your back and inching higher, climbing your sides until his blunt nails ghost over your ribcage, dragging along your dress.

goosebumps start to peak there, following his fingertips when they sink into your stomach, cupping just below your tits.  you breathe his name cautiously, as if saying it too loud might wake you from this daydream. two calloused thumbs swipe along the curve of your breasts, just beneath the swell of them, and meet at your sternum, sinking into the flesh of it when he closes his mouth on yours again. 

you melt like putty in siebren’s weathered hands, easing further into his touch and allowing him to turn you around with the soft utterance of your name. his mouth draws nearer to yours, strung together with sweet saliva that clings to your tongues. 

suddenly, he’s letting go, bringing that same hand back to your face. siebren pulls you into another, deep kiss. with every timid movement of your own, his lips press into yours harder. you can hear the heaviness of his breaths as, in between kisses, he’s mumbling inaudible words “mooi” and “heerlijk” and “sterrenlicht" none of it registering.

he mumbles something against your lips with a smile as his hands drift away from your face, skirting over the thin fabric of your sundress and squeezing just beneath the curve of your ass, only to scoop you up and lift you onto the countertop with a grunt, leaving your mouth to its own devices.

your thighs, warm and trembling, splaying across the cool granite surface and instinctively parting to accommodate his size as he guides your legs into place. his fingertips hook into the soft spot behind your knees, bringing them to settle on either side of his waist as you wrap your legs around him. 

arching further into him while your vision begins to blur, you whimper, feeling lightheaded as your body chases his form, squirming and wedged between the weight of his hips and the countertop. 

you allow your head to tip back, baring your throat to him as you trail your fingers up the column of his neck. your nails card through the surprisingly soft hair that falls around the nape of his neck, lightly scratching his scalp, following him as he dips to mouth at your collarbone.

somewhere in the suffocating space between you, siebren’s hands creep beneath your dress, bunching the material at the top of your hips while deft fingers creep into the space between your thighs.

his breath kisses the crook of your neck, warm and sticky, while a heavy, husky question rolls off of his tongue, tumbling onto the salty skin below his mouth.

“do you want me to stop?”

an unintelligible whimper claws its way out of your throat, embarrassingly pitiful. 

you can’t let him go.

rough fingertips trace feather-light circles onto smooth flesh, pinching at the soft fat that sits at the tops of your thighs with a mellow hum and a quiet, disapproving tsk-tsk.

“say it for me.”

warm breath ghosts over your skin, tickling your neck while siebren’s lips graze the tender skin that lies just beneath your earlobe. his teeth scrape that sensitive spot deliberately as his hands climb higher, stretching until his thumbs meet, hovering mere centimeters away from the heat between your legs.

“i need to hear you, schatje...”

you stammer indistinctly, pawing at the back of his neck while your eyes train towards the ceiling. you felt dizzy.

siebren’s teeth scrape your skin, they sink into the curve of your throat. broad, practiced thumbs cross one another and press into your panties, stroking down the cloaked hood of your clit, rolling over the bud through thin, sticky cotton. your body jumps, chasing that feeling, and goosebumps rise on your skin as he begins to pull away.

“wait! i-i want it,” you plead, forcing yourself into his hands with a strained whine. “please, d-don’t stop!”

his lips curl against your neck, in a sly, subtle grin over the impression he has made, slick with his spit and marred by the circle of shallow, tooth-shaped indentations in your skin.

“you’re so precious when you beg.”

lodged between your thighs while he gently urges you to lift your sundress higher, bunching it up around your hips “we certainly don’t want to ruin such a pretty thing, do we?”

siebren crouches in front of the counter, thumbing at your swollen clit intently, inching his way down your body and littering insistent kisses there in his wake. he makes his way towards the floor, stooping until he is eye-level with your sheer, soaked panties, cupped so nicely in his large hands.

he’s barely touched you and you’re already seeing stars, with your cheeks flaming, you clutch at the cold, stony countertop, kneading your lower lip between your teeth while your nails clatter towards the edge, grasping for some sort of stability as your body chases him.

broad, heavy shoulders rise and fall, pitching with each reverent breath stolen between your legs, and siebren takes two fingers to your puffy mound, watching the flimsy cotton barrier cave under each swipe of his fingertips, smearing warmth along the damp material that clings to your folds. 

his tongue flickers past his teeth, flitting over his parted lips as he stares, entranced by the responsive throb of your cunt when he swipes at the wetness, visible through your sheer panties.

“fascinating.”

heat emanates from his body, pouring off of his face and his palms, and he noses closer, mere inches away from the wet, sticky cotton. 

“let’s take these off,” he huffs against damp, warm skin, breathing in the scent of your arousal shamelessly. “they’d just get in the way.” he let out a small chuckle. dork.

you brace yourself against the cabinet behind your back gently, lifting yourself while his fingers curl into the flimsy panties. siebren peels them off, agonizingly slow, dragging the skimpy, sodden article down your thighs and off of your feet, pausing to press gentle kisses along your damp skin. he takes his time, memorizing the shape of your body and savoring your scent before the warmth of his breath ghosts your pussy again.

siebren takes his time to savor the experience, trailing a lone fingertip through the slick mess, collecting it on the pads of his fingers and pulling away. one finger swipes up against you, nudging it aside and marveling at the easy gush of your cunt when he runs a cruel thumb along your clit.

“so sensitive.”

he hushes the whine that reverberates in your lungs. god he could smell your arousal. that was nearly enough to make him cum all over himself like he was an inexperienced young man again. he shifted–painfully hard between his legs.

“tell me...tell me how it feels.”

the thought of him watching your face, watching you unravel so easily under is a little more than humiliating. your grip on the counter speaks for you, straining knuckles beginning to ache while you hold onto the edge. your head feels full of cotton, you can’t even form a sentence.

all you can do is return his unwavering gaze with your mouth ajar, lip quivering, watching helplessly as he sinks a rough finger into your cunt, drenching it to the hilt in seconds. your face burns at the sight, having watched your pussy swallow a thick digit so quickly.

siebren pushes you further, swiping away at your clit, edging a second finger in beside the first. you let out a pathetic whimper. and cave, sighing, “s’ good—feels so good mmh-!” and then, his hands pull away and land on your thighs, kneading soft flesh as he drags you towards the edge of the counter, closer and closer, until his face is sandwiched between your legs.

in a moment of sheer weakness, you make the mistake of looking down, sealing your own fate in a single glance. 

you meet his gorgeous periwinkle eyes while he pushes your thighs apart before hoisting them over his head, forcing you to accommodate broad shoulders as they settle into the soft curve of your calves.

as siebren bows his head, he plants a tender kiss on top of the soft mound between his hands, and breathes your name like a prayer.

his breath comes out in measured puffs, sucked in and fleshed out in utter restraint and a hot, heavy tongue trails up your cunt, pressing flat against your clit and dragging higher until its wet, rounded tip nudges the sweet little bundle of nerves between your legs.

your hands tangling into his silver hair. your nails track over his scalp, pulling him in and encouraging him while you writhe, hips hoisting off of the counter to chase his mouth as he sucks at your cunt. his name is the only word on your lips.

you peek down again, watching siebrens elegant nose bump against your clit, the sight was overwhelming. siebren makes a deep rumble of a noise. with his free hand he presses two digits up to your slick, awaiting entrance. You feel the roll of soft vibrations coursing through your core as he moans again.

 

siebren sucks at your pussy, lapping at the juices dripping down his chin, slick with his own drool as the tip of his tongue delves into soft, spongy flesh. 

he’s hooked on the taste of your skin, drunk on it, eyes glazed over and lashes feathering his view as he peers up at you between your thighs. the noises he makes are downright obscene, contributing to the flare of heat in your cheeks. his fingers scissor and curl along your walls, dragging against the spot that leaves your cunt drooling into his hand. 

“siebren,” you gasp, “i w-want—want you inside me…”

he hums inquisitively. you’re slurring a little, the words coming out jumbled, “please—fuck me-“

his tongue slips between his fingers, spreading the sticky walls of your cunt open, breathing, “such language…” it takes a single whine, a pathetic “please” to hoist him off his knees, stumbling up to cup your jaw in one hand, his mouth pressed to your throat, teeth grazing your ear while his other hand plays with your clit, thumbing it while steady fingers plunge deeper into your cunt.

“you want me to fuck your sweet little cunt, don’t you?”

his utterly filthy words caused a whimper bubble up from your throat. your hands begin to tremble once more, clutching to his shirt’s collar, eagerly nodding into the crook of his neck.

“i’ll take care of you, mijn liefje.”

the fingers filling you up slip out, soaked and slick. the cool and empty feeling aches, but the sound of a zipper and the rustling of fabric makes your head rush, dizzy with anticipation. you don’t dare to look, holding your breath as the swollen, silky head grazes your entrance. he guides it over your clit, rutting into the mess the two of you made gently, collecting spit and slick and precum on the tip of his cock.

it feels big, warm and round and thicker than his fingers - you don’t know whether to be thrilled or terrified, but you drag him in all the same, urging him on by winding your legs around his waist and pulling his hips closer. “you’re sure,” he breathes, “sure you want this?”

one nod, and he’s gone, angling the head of his cock against your drooling cunt, nudging at puffy lips and spreading them apart.

your fingers curl at his collar, knuckles locking while you stifle a squeal, feeling him sink into you. “i’m so sorry, i know, i know—“ his voice sounds strained, “you’re just so—tight... ”

siebren lets you set the pace, easing up and telling you to take it slow. you know he’s watching his cock disappear in to your cunt. you let go of his collar, seizing his face and hauling his mouth towards yours. you kiss him, deeply and desperately for a sweet distraction, lips colliding and stealing you away from the dull pain swelling in the pit of your stomach as his cock forces its way into your gummy, giving walls. 

siebren slides in painstakingly slow, catching your lower lip between his teeth and tugging it gently as his cockhead breaches another inch of your cunt, wracking your body with a feeble sob.

“that’s it…”

a soft groan rolls off of his tongue, dripping onto yours as he bottoms out, extending his finger to flick at your clit, swollen and soaked with saliva. 

“good girl,” he breathes, mouth leaving yours, entwined by the threads of drool between your lips. ��you take me so well, liefje.”

his hands slip down your body, fingers grazing sensitive skin and curling around your thighs, lifting them higher on his waist and cooing out a soft reminder, “breathe.”

a beat passes, then two; he whispers your name, and his hands climb towards your waist, fingertips dancing over your ribs idly as he peers down at the place where the two of you meet, watching your cunt swallow the hilt of his cock and push back on it.

you focus on the rise and fall of your chest for a moment, your eyes slip shut, allowing your body to adjust to this strange new fullness. siebren dips his head into the crook of your neck, cooing praises and kissing them into your skin, thumbing circles into your skin.

your voice trembles, and your fists curl as you mewl, “hah—p-please, move…” a subtle smile tugs at the corners of his mouth, grazing your clavicle, and he nods, rocking his hips shallowly. his strokes are slow and measured, meticulously matching your breaths, setting a rhythm.  then, he breaks it. your voice shatters his name as he bottoms out in a single, brutal thrust that makes you see stars. then, quickly, another. and another. soon, he falls into a gradual flow.

each rock of his hips, every pump of his cock that meets with your core sends pathetic noises flowing from your lips. even he, despite his desperate attempts to keep his composure, can’t help the broken, almost whiny, sounds that escape from his throat.

his head darts down, capturing you a sloppy kiss. and you return every single one, lapping at his tongue with your own, drinking him in. you’re overwhelmed, crying tears of pleasure from the hard, now quickening thrusts of his length. your walls clench around him tighter, engulfing him even deeper. he’s whimpering, a shy, needy little noise. his fingers reach to toy at your clit, playing generously with the bud. you cry out, mouth falling open in an unintelligible sob. 

 

your nails dig into his neck, no doubt leaving noticeable marks. “so good, je bent te goed voor mij, mijn lieve meid” you're too lost in the to even try to understand. your squeals had now morphed fully into wanton moans and little pathetic cries, hitching and catching in rhythm to his pace. likewise siebrens grunts and groans are ripped from his chest, bubbling up only to escape when he glanced down at his cock pumping hard into your opening.

your toes curl, and you feel like you’re choking on air, smothered by his hands. you drown in him, in his cologne, his sweat, and his thunderous voice.

“such a-ah—sweet girl,” he murmurs, sinking into your tight little hole and drinking in your pathetic, disheveled state with a careful glance. “such a good girl for me…” your cunt drools, stretching and squeezing, groping his cock greedily and gushing when he splits you open again and again.

“s-siebren ! mmn-m-! please m-m’gonna cum,” your orgasm coils deep in your tummy, tight and white-hot, you sob into his neck, eyes glazing over as siebren’s hips collide with yours. you wail his name as he slams into the spot inside of you that sends you spiraling into nothingness and everything at once. 

“cum for me, sweet girl—” and you do, clenching around his cock and squeezing, back arching and hips rolling clumsily as you shove him impossibly deeper, trapping him with your calves and pulling him close.

drunk on his cock, in the haze of your orgasm, you manage to beg, “siebren-! pl-please cum inside me!”

siebren groans in response. his thrusts were beginning to stagger now, your wet warmth was too much, and he soon picked up the pace to a bruising speed. your moans became breathless, his thrusts almost knocking the very air out of your lungs from sheer need. tears stream down your cheeks with every overwhelming sensation, spikes of pleasure leaving you intoxicated.

giving a few hash, stuttering pumps to your aching core, siebren came with a broken moan into your exposed neck. bottoming out as his pulsating length spasmed and throbbed. bucking his hips desperately to coax out every drop of his seed—the amount causing sticky strings of cum to leak out of your still throbbing pussy. he clings to you, huffing, and presses an appreciative, wet kiss to the crook of your neck.

he’s thanking you. your limp, tuckered-out arms wind around his neck lazily, pulling his face into your chest and tangling your fingers into silky salt-and-pepper hair, lightly scratching at his scalp. you thank him quietly in return.

[nori-writes]

Mornings with Overwatch

Cole Cassidy x Reader

Hanzo Shimada x Reader

Genji Shimada x Reader

Summary: What I think mornings with the different boys would be like :)

W/C: 1100+

A/N: Hi! I know it’s been a couple of months, I’m sorry! I’m kinda back to writing again but this is the first thing I’ve written in a minute so it’s probably not garbage ngl. But I wanted to write something because I’ve been dying to recently, so here! (Also this is my first time writing for Genji-)

Cassidy

Cassidy was never an early riser, he hates getting up early for work or really just getting up early to begin with. He despises it.

This means that you get the wonderful pleasure of waking him up.

Did I mention he’s a heavy sleeper?

Once you do finally wake him up he’s very reluctant to actually make his way out of bed.

“C’mon, just a few more minutes?” He’d always ask while pulling your body into his warm embrace.

Sometimes you’d say yes, sometimes you’d say no, it depended on the morning.

Actually getting him out of bed was the hardest part of the morning, after that everything was as smooth as butter.

You woke up in the morning to the sound of your alarm blaring on your nightstand, indicating to your body that it was time to wake up. Before you could roll over to try and turn off the alarm you felt yourself constricted by the arms of your lover pulled around you, his right arm pulled under you (probably asleep by this point) and his mechanical arm just slung over you holding you to him.

You carefully rolled over as to not wake your boyfriend with your movements before finally being able to shut off the alarm. By the time you had rolled back around to wake up Cole it seemed as if he had done it himself. Though he looked more half awake like he was going to fall back asleep at any moment.

“Morning sleepy head,” you spoke with a small smile at the male, only getting a groan in response. Of course he wasn’t getting out of bed that easy was he? You put your hand to his shoulder, shaking him slightly, “Cole c’mon, we’ve gotta get out for work or we’ll be late.”

A hum of disagreement came from his lips before he pulled you back into his embrace, he spoke though his tone was taken over by his morning voice, “Just a couple more minutes sweetheart?”

You whined before trying to get out of your boyfriend’s arms, “Cole, we really need to get up, as much as I’d like to indulge you we’ve got work. Promise I’ll make it up to you alright?”

Without any more protest and yawn he sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes before stretching, cracking his back with a groan of satisfaction at the feeling.

“You’re starting to sound old cowboy,” you teased at his stretching with a smile.

“Oh hush,” he spoke, cracking his knuckles.

You got up out of bed to walk into the bathroom that was connected to your bedroom to brush your teeth. Even though this act only took you a couple of minutes by the time you had walked out of the bathroom you were met with a sleeping Cole. Had he really gone back to bed?

You sighed before going and trying to wake him up again to no avail.

God you loved him but sometimes he really could be a pain in your ass.

Hanzo

Unlike Cassidy, Hanzo is an early bird. He is always up before you without fail.

This means usually you’d wake up to coffee, tea, or a different drink of your choice and on some mornings he’d have breakfast ready as well.

Even if breakfast wasn’t ready when you woke up he tends to make breakfast after you woke up anyway.

Don’t worry he doesn’t do all the work all day, you do dinner he does breakfast! He does mornings and you do nights, that’s just how it seems to end up anyway.

If you like coffee or tea, he learns how you like them made and will make sure to prepare them for you that way.

This man literally thrives on acts of service I swear.

He makes sure you're ready to go out of the door before he himself is ready to leave.

Also so y’all know Koibito means sweetheart.

Your eyes fluttered open to the sound of your bedroom door opening. You could tell that the person who was opening the door was trying their hardest to be as quiet as possible but it happened to wake you either way.

By the time you rolled over you realised that it was your significant other who had made his way in with a small tray in his hands, “Good morning,” he spoke at the side of your bed.

“Good morning,” you spoke back with a smile, sitting up in bed. You felt lucky to know that breakfast in bed was a pretty common thing with Hanzo as he handed the tray to you.

It was a plate of your favourite breakfast along with your morning drink. You told him thank you before digging into the breakfast he gave you.

Finally after breakfast the two of you got ready, fairly quickly in fact, “Koibito, are you ready to go?” He questioned walking into the room where you were sitting on the bed.

You shook your head telling him the things that you still needed to get done before being ready to leave the home. Before you were even able to get up and do they it seemed like most of them were already starting to be taken care of.

Though you had realised Hanzo wasn’t even ready himself. Sometimes he was just such a… what was the word in Japanese? Oh Koibito wasn’t it?

Genji

The two of you interchange a lot on who’s up first. Sometimes it’s you, sometimes it’s him, it depends on the morning.

He’s not much of a person for coffee or tea in the morning but if he’s up before you and you enjoy one in the morning he’d love to make it for you.

Morning walks? Count him in!

He finds them very calming and they became part of his daily routine, he loves having you join him for these.

You woke up this morning to the sound of your front door closing at about 6 in the morning and then soon after your bedroom door opened as your cyborg boyfriend walked in. The sun had only just risen, leaving a golden tint on everything in the room. He stood in the doorway, the visor on his mask was pulled down leaving his eyes open.

Seeing that you were awake you watched him smile with his eyes, “Good morning.”

You rubbed your eyes, still getting the sleep out of them with a small yawn, “Morning, did you just get home?”

He nodded, “But I grabbed you something while I was out,” he said, pulling a drink out of his small bag that he was carrying. By the time he handed it to you he had pulled off the bag, setting it by his side of the bed and fully removed his mask.

“Thank you,” you smiled, “Y’know you didn't have to.”

“Difference is that I wanted to,” he smiled back at you, sitting down on the bed next to where you were, “What do you think about going out and doing something today? Me and you.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

AHHH! I’m so in love fr. Anyway, hopefully this means I’m back <3 and here’s the master list if you’d like!

[amorchai]

Could you do Kiriko and Illari reaction when you’re hurt from a mission :3 (if you did this already then could it be when you go on a mission with both of them? :0) I love your writings btw keep it up! ���

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐈 + 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓.

pairings: illari x reader , kiriko x reader

words: 377

warning(s): injury, tiniest bit of angst possible, worry, pet names.

꒰ 𝚰𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐑𝚰 ꒱ 

➵ “mi alma!” illari would immediately start. gun dropped to the side so she could run towards you.

➵ her hands would cup the back of your head, looking down to the wound covering your stomach – blood gushing through your clothes.

➵ illari was usually confident when it came to healing another, but when it came to you it was another story.

➵ she’s frantic, quickly deploying her pylon next to you – ignoring the stream of gunshots and ticking bombs in the background, “it’s okay, you’re okay.”

➵ she was convincing herself more than you.

➵ while the pylon emits waves in order to help heal you, illari frantically searches for her gun to aid in healing you faster.

➵ “you’re okay, you’re okay, I’m here” repeats illari over and over.

➵ you weren’t worried, because your love was here and you trusted her with your life.

➵ hands settled atop of illari’s shaking ones, you assure her, “I’m all better, see?”

➵ the wound has settled, already closed up as you sit up to continue into battle.

➵ illari aids a hand to help you to your feet, and ensures to stand in front of you for the rest of the mission. And keeping the pylon beside you no matter what.

꒰ 𝐊𝚰𝐑𝚰𝐊𝐎 ꒱ 

➵ kiriko’s more calm, while she is internally worried, she immediately teleports when she sees the impact you took to your body.

➵ throwing her weapons in the direction of the enemy who attacked you, she asks the team to allow her extra time before turning to you.

➵ “okay, honey. it’s not all bad, easily fixable.”

➵ there’s tears strolling down your face that kiriko notes to kiss along later on when alone and in comfort. Safe from the current mission.

➵ “will I be okay?”

➵ she thinks you’re crazy, “of course, your kickass support girlfriend is here to help. ready?” kiriko replies, trying to keep your mood light as you nod before sending a stream of healing talismans towards the wound.

➵ immediately you’re sighing in relief, kiriko planting a soft kiss to your head before her magical hands reach out to help you up.

➵ she’s gone in a second, you know she has to help the whole team, but the moment you might take any form of pain – she would be back by your side to keep you safe.

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[yore-donatsu]

Yeah ! Metal!Rama is back and it'll make quite an impression !

Knowing Ramattra's perfectionism, he had to make every show memorable. This is one of his best and most accomplished

It took him several weeks to create these special effects. Nobody was supposed to know before the show (except the guy who was going to "beat him up")

Yeah ! The technical team and his crew were unaware of this, and the surprise was titanic

[colemorrison]

It was all a game, of course it was though, he loved seeing you like this, he’d get off to it every time if he could.

“How desperate are you?”

A small whimper escaped your lips, which got you a firm shake of his head.

“Tsk, Tsk. You know better, do you not? Is there another lesson I need to teach a pathetic toy like you?”

Ramattra’s voice had dropped from the usual tone, it was firm, mean.

“Sorry sir, very desperate. I’m very desperate.”

“Mm, that is an acceptable answer. Good girl.”

That was new? He hadn’t said that before, how did he know about that phrase? Those two words that sent sparks through your body, two words that made you even more needy.

“Oh? Did you like that?”

Ramattra moved to the edge of the bed where you kneeled, his hands moving to dig into your thighs, soft flesh surrounded his finger tips.

“Look at the way you melt at my words, at my touch. It’s pathetic really, you are pathetic.”

The omnic watched you nod and try to close your legs, he adored how hard you tried but your strength was no match for his. He had no trouble spreading them, chuckling at the wet patch in your clothing.

“All of this teasing has really gotten to you hm?”

“Yes sir.”

“Too fucking bad pet.”

He walked out of the room after that, no hesitation, not even a look behind, he simply walked out. Leaving you to suffer, he knew you wouldn’t touch without permission which just made it even cuter.

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Surprise, enjoy this on the way to work darling. @ya-zz

[prettypinkroseofpatience]

they’ve taken their dogs to the dog park

[lighthouselesbian]

IF GOD HATES GAYS THEN WHY DO WE KEEP WINNINGGGGGGG

[the-deadlock-south]

thought back to an ask i got where ana would definitely give hanzo The Shovel Talk but then i remembered yesterday was fathers day

[azul-marie]

ramattra. (innamorare)

fem. omnic reader

no matter the days he’s spent with you, never will he tire of your beauty.

he runs a careful hand over the curves of metal, dips of steel and lining of cables that make you you. he does not see the manufacturing number assigned to you on your lower flank. he pays no attention to the designation given you by fleshly humans, who named you senseless letters and numbers to serve, to obey.

you are more than a number; none are capable of counting your worth. you are perfection, the only redemption your human creators could possibly hope to have. you have made yourself by way of your spirit, indeed, a dolce soul.

“my love.” he calls you, leaning down to press his face to yours. cold, unflinching metal scrapes together, but it is the warmth you bring to his chest the only sensation he feels. “my soul, my life.”

your laugh, resonance with a buzzing timbre sweet, sounds between his throat when you nuzzle closer against him. “i am well aware,” you tease, your fondness never lost on him. “you remind me so often, so gently for a mighty omnic.”

he forgets how easily he overtakes your slimmer, feminine build. how large his hands, his arms embrace and enfold you when the two of you lay alone in his chambers. how your face fits squarely clasped between his palms, they which pull you in close to kiss about your features, each a sudden spark igniting soft laughs and even softer touches.

rays of dawn’s light fall in through a crack of his curtained window, reflecting off your entangled bodies. specks of light are thrown about the room, like freckling stars across the twilight sky.

“i fail to be mighty in your presence.” he admits, a rumbling whisper. “for you bring me such joy none could ever replicate, a kind no other being has experienced before.”

“surely you jest.” you whisper back, modest as always. but he feels the way your exhausts heat up in an omnic’s way of bashful expression, his words flattering deep within the wires. it makes him chuckle, pulling you snug into his lap.

“never, soul. when i rest, i hear your voice call to me, how spring begets blossoms. when i wake, it is as if the iris itself has renewed my vigor, so strongly you sing to me in my dreams. it is no jest, and do not doubt; you are everything.”

his chest fills with the echoes of your delighted laughter, a pleasant balm in the form of sound. he holds you closer still, wishing only briefly to know what it feels like to touch, really touch, every lovely inch of you, wonderfully made as you are.

but the thought leaves quickly like it came. he has no need for skin, for flesh, for fingertips. there’s nothing, no thread of hair, no scent or smell, no sigh of breath or press of lips he needs to love you true. he is content with the cold, the sharp and edge of metallic bodies, the exposed balljoints of limbs and alloys that form these shells you occupy.

anubis be damned. he was not created only to serve, obey, to wage war on flesh and bones.

no. ramattra was made to love you and you alone, to be an interweaving of wires and light ever seeking your devotion, your benevolence. all this and more shall he follow with loyalty closer to worship, from past to now to future until the day humanity sees you for what you truly are — a goddess of steel, the muse of his soul, the love of his finite life.