#overwatch x fem!reader

[infernalodie]

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 || 𝐎𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚 “𝐃𝐞𝐳” 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞

“𝘔𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘛𝘰 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘐 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦 '𝘊𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘦, 𝘮𝘦, 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘩“

Inspo: H.E.R. - Comfortable

Pairing: Odessa “Dez” Stone x Fem!reader

Summary: Odessa wasn’t sure where she would be without you.

Warnings: Fluffy and borderline smut.

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Her heavy footsteps were what had you sitting up in your bed. Those that work boots shaking the floor as you couldn’t contain the giddy smile that formed on your lips. For far too long, you had been sitting in her chambers, patiently waiting for your Queen since Junkrat and Roadhog decided to make their appearance at the gates. And judging by the fact that she was back home, they were either killed or chased off from Junkertown.

The heavy sigh that filled the room made your smile slightly falter. Seeing her large figure walk through the doorway where she dropped her axe and gun. Her blue hair was unkempt from its usual braids with a visual sign of hurt from the way she moved her left arm. The black grease smeared over her eyes and nose, resembling war paint, seemed to have either faded or been rubbed in multiple different directions. Only adding to the scrap that she must’ve had with the two former Junkertowners.

“Are you okay, Dez?” You inquired, standing up from the edge of the bed.

The woman lifted her gaze to you, those crimson eyes of hers scanning your body softly. You wore one of her shirts that reached down to your knees where she knew nothing was underneath that thin article of clothing. Something about the innocent look in your eyes, the genuine worry that came from your voice made her decision to keep you around all the more worth it.

“I’m alright, love.” That thick Australian accent sent shivers down your spine as you watched your lover's hulking figure walk across the room towards the bathroom. No matter the situation, even a hushed word that came from her was able to shake you down to your core. Leaving you incredibly warm and fuzzy with need. “Just had those two idiots arrive at our gates. Sacred ‘em off though. So, that’s a plus.”

You hummed, walking into the bathroom and scanning her arm. Seeing the large gash across her arm. “Your hurt,” you pointed out softly, making the Queen, Odessa look down at you.

“Nothin’ I can’t handle.” Her prideful and rather fragile ego annoyed you sometimes. She could be bleeding on the floor and would still say she didn’t need anyone’s help. But once she closed her chamber doors and was left alone with you, she would melt to fucking bits. Nonetheless, you reached for the mirror cabinet, pulling it open and grabbing the small bag of medical supplies.

“Can you turn to me, please?” Odessa wanted to tell you to go and lay down, wait for her to accompany you. But from the pleading look in your eyes, the pure love and care you held for her, she couldn’t say no. Especially now, where you looked absolutely adorable in front of her.

So, she did as you asked and turned to you. Bracing her hands on the counter, your small figure stood in front of her as you grabbed some disinfectant and dabbed it onto the cut. Her arms tensed, only making them look larger, which didn’t go in your favour with trying to help when the brief images of last night filled your mind.

You cleared your throat, tossing the small pad into the garbage before grabbing a bandage and applying it to the wound. “You’ll have to go see the doc tomorrow,” you stated. “I’m not much a skillful person when it comes to much.”

“Don’t say that about yourself,” she spoke up, causing your eyes to snap up to hers. Finding nothing but love within those killer orbs that you had seen enraged. “You are perfect the way you are. If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it, right?”

A soft smile appeared on your lips as you grabbed her arm and pulled it towards you. Pressing a gentle kiss to the bandage before placing your hands on her hips. But it only reminded you of the clear size difference between you and your lover.

Her large hand came down, cupping your cheek with her ivory thumb coming up and brushing against your cheekbone. A fluttering butterfly tickled the inside of her stomach when she saw you lean into her touch lovingly. Sighing in contentment with the smallest of touches made by the woman. “And besides, who would worry about me every second of every day?” She teased softly.

You scoffed, staring back up at her with mischief in your eyes. “I don’t know. But I have a feeling you would be dead without me.”

But truthfully, Odessa wasn’t sure where she would be if it wasn’t for you. When the two of you met, it was in the Wastelands. She’d saved you from some bandits robbing you, and since then, you two had been inseparable. Every step she took to get to the reckoning and to her position of power over Junkertown, you’d been by her side. Giving her suggestions that she sought out from you, trusting you and only you.

And it felt like not too long ago that feelings had surfaced after you came to her room with bruises all over your body from Junkrat and Roadhog jumping you. In an extension of being the Queen’s close friend, you were as much of a target as Odessa. So, they took their chance to try and kill you until Meri showed up, saving your ass and scaring off Junkrat and Roadhog.

That night though, you had seen a rageful side of Odessa that you had never experienced. Truthfully, it scared the living shit out of you from the random fists she threw at the walls, meanwhile trying to be as comforting as she could with you. But you don’t know what it was, what compelled you to do so, but you kissed her.

In an act to stop the girl seen as more than just a friend or your ruler from destroying any more of her personal solitude, you allowed your feelings to surface. And she reciprocated. So, your statement was indeed something you thought was the case for the girl who had a rather large ego. It surprised you how she carried that massive head of hers around.

A yelp slipped from your lips when the woman grabbed the back of your thighs and lifted you with ease. Giggling in amusement when Odessa placed gentle kisses on your neck as she carried you out of the bathroom and towards the bed. Which had two distinct looks to it that oddly worked together. Your side of the bed had plushies, nothing too bright as that type of stuff was hard to come by in this part of the world. Meanwhile, Odessa’s was darker, with a metal theme to it from the posters, dark colours, and even her electric guitar sitting in the corner.

Two completely different personalities, yet they mended so well together.

The soft pelts stitched into blankets were what you met first. Body sinking into the rather soft bed which hiked up Odessa’s shirt, revealing your bruised thighs to the Queen. She stared at you adoringly though, not once letting her own desires get in the way. She already made you go through it last night, no need to repeat it twice.

Sitting on her knees, she was levelled with you when she kissed you softly. “I love you,” she said between kisses as your hands cupped her face. Nail’s gently scrapping against her delicate skin that had seen more battles than someone like yourself would ever be able to handle. But the action was enough to cause the woman to sigh in the kiss with your lips melding together. Her tongue pushes past your parted lips with her hands gripping your thighs and squeezing softly.

A small whimper fell from your lips as you pushed harder against her, something in you wanting to challenge her dominance once. Even if it ended in you underneath her, crying out her name and praising her for the Queen that she very much is.

The kiss that was once loving had transformed into hunger and desperation felt on both fronts. Odessa couldn’t help herself by slowly pushing against you, causing you to fall onto the bed, lips still connected with your legs wrapping around her waist. Her large hands cupped your breasts, making you break away and whine.

“Dez- I love you.”

Odessa felt her lips curl into a grin as she laid chaste kisses along your jawline, hands still groping your breasts contently. “You’re too good for me,”  she whispered. “What would I do without you?”

“I don’t like repeating myself, Odessa. You know that.” You chirped back. “So are you going to fuck me or not?”

Your Queen sat up on her knees between your legs. Smirk wide on her lips with that same bundle of strands sitting in front of her right eye as she softly grabbed your hips, rubbing circles. “I thought you’d never ask.”

[sporadically-writing]

Omg I love your writing so much 😭 can I request more mercy x Fem reader (gender neutral if you're not comfortable with it). Maybe smth fluff like reader is so tired from studying or smth 🥺thank youu

Awwww, thanks! Absolutely! Good luck to anyone in school right now! You're doing fantastic!

Rest Matters Too

Pairing: Angela Ziegler x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Unhealthy sleeping habits, feelings of inadequacy

Word Count: 873

School is hard. Plain and simple. It's a little different for everyone but everyone finds something difficult during their time in school. Your education induced torment just so happens to be studying. Which is fantastic considering you have a big midterm exam coming up.

You had promised yourself that you were going to actually commit to studying this time. Winging it wasn't an option, not this go around. You wanted to- well that doesn't really matter. No. What matters is studying this god forsaken material and here you are distracting yourself. Again.

Alright, alright, alright. Focus.

You can do this. Just focus.

Focus and read.

...

...

...

God, this is impossible!

You rub a hand down your face. Ugh... Might as well check what time it is.

Umm, why can't you read it? The clock shouldn't be blurry. You check the paper in front of you again, finding the text on it also difficult to read.

You groan in frustration, thunking your head against the desk. The test is two days from now, how on Earth were you going to do on the test if you can barely read your notes?

As that train of thought continues to reek havoc in your brain, the door to you and Angela's shared room opens.

You hear her sigh, "I figured this would happen."

"Hi Angel" you say, attempting to fix your position to make it look like you weren't just beating yourself up over your studies.

"Liebling, do you have any idea what time it is?"

"Uhhhh..." You look at the clock again, your tired eyes finally focusing on the numbers displayed on it.

It was nearing one in the morning.

"Oh."

Mercy's voice takes on a pitying quality as she walks over to your desk, making sure to drop her doctor's bag by the door. She takes another chair and sits beside you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, a concerned look on her beautiful face.

"This has to do with your exams doesn't it?"

You sigh, no point in trying to lie, the proof is all right there for her brilliant medical mind to find. You wouldn't be surprised if she was diagnosing your problem right now. She was just so smart. Why did she have to make everything look so easy?

"Darling?" she asks, pulling your attention back to her.

"I just- I really want to do well, you know" you respond. Technically not a lie.

Mercy raises an eye brow and it's enough. You know she knows that you didn't tell her everything. She's going to keep looking at you like that unless you tell her. Okay. Okay, fine.

Tears well in your eye, whether they be from stress, anxiety, sleep deprivation, general frustration, you aren't sure, but that doesn't really matter does it?

"I just-" you pause, attempting to keep your voice even but it's hard, "I just wanted you to be proud of me."

Mercy looks at you stunned.

You continue, "You're a medical genius, a miracle worker. You dress up like a literal angel for goodness sake! I just feel- I wanted to prove to you that I-"

Angela shushes you, wiping the tears from your eyes and then takes one of your cheeks in her hand, the other one squeezing one of your hands.

"Darling, I am proud of you all the time."

"What?"

"You work so hard. You are working to make the world a better place and trying to get your degree at the same time. That is a near Herculean task, darling. I am inspired by you everyday."

You sniff, "You're just saying that to make me feel better."

Mercy smiles at you, wrinkling her nose in that same way that flutters your heart every time she does it. "I'm a doctor, that's my job. But seriously, I mean it. You are amazing, schatz. You don't have anything to prove. Not to me, not to anyone."

She kisses your forehead and says, "You are brilliant, kind and capable of so much good. I love you so much."

She smiles, knowing everything is going to be alright once she sees you smile.

"Now," she says, "We are going to get you some water so you can rehydrate and then, you are going to get some rest. We can worry about you studying in the morning."

"But," you protest, "I really do need to study for this."

"Not at 1am you don't. I will quiz you tomorrow, after you have had a good night's rest."

"Angie-"

"Doctor's orders."

You laugh, "Okay."

To her word, Mercy helped you study and stay healthy the next day, making sure you slept properly, ate well and quizzed you periodically throughout the day. You surprised yourself with how much material you remembered! And anything you didn't quite get right, you were close. Mercy quizzed one more time before you both went to sleep, to help you sleep on the information.

The next day, you went in, took the test and came out feeling very confident in yourself. You may not have aced it, but you were pretty confident that you did just fine.

You and Angela enjoyed a nice lunch date out, the doctor once again, incredibly proud of her girlfriend.

Liebling = Darling

Schatz = Darling

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[theshimadaslovers]

WHO NEEDS A CHRISTMAS ONE SHOT OF HANZO GAINING A PUPPY FOR CHRISTMAS FROM YOU??? CUZ I NEED!!!!! NOW!!! AND I'M READY TO WRITE IT!!!

Edit: this is a IA ART, I use a lot cuz I can't draw and inspires me :D

[all-gummed-up-inside]

Being with THE Cole Cassidy is like a wish come true however it’s a double-edged sword, anything you do to him he’ll want to do it back tenfold. Grope him in the hall? He’ll try to pin you to the closest surface and leave you breathless, edge him? He’ll make sure that next time he’s in control that you’ll be cumming buckets until your spent cock can’t get hard anymore <3 hell! He’ll start betting work hours even if it means he can’t cum for a a whole month.

Sometimes he’ll be bratty n’ try to be in control, biting and scratching, muffling swear words and moans with pillows just to piss you off that little bit more. Maybe getting off without permission while you’re out on a mission, covering your underwear in cum and not even daring to clean it up after, it’s not like he’s trying to hide it either really, leaving it out in broad daylight for you to find as soon as you get back to base.

[jupiterslvr]

I wish there was more overwatch girls x fem reader works 😞 it’s getting hard out here for us girls that love the overwatch girlies

[moira-mains-go-to-hell]

NSFW Overwatch Women Headcannons and Drabbles Part One

Warnings: NSFW themes, Over stimulation, Primal Play, shibari, Bimbofication, Cockwarming, use of pet names, exobitionism, knife play, light blood play, somnophilia, power play, findom, mind breaking, mommy kink, size kink/size queen

A/N:there are sixteen women on the roster, I am splitting this into two parts.

Includes: Widowmaker, Ashe, D.Ava, Kiriko, Junker Queen, Moira, Mercy, and Pharah

Ashe

A pillow princess brat, loves a good pleasure dom partner. She doesn’t want control all the time, she has it whenever she wants outside the walls of your home, she just feels the need to give you a little pushback about it.

Loves overstimulation, the feeling of truly being “fucked-out” makes it feel rewarding, but sometimes she can’t keep up.

Huge Praise kink, but on the giving end. She tells you how good you make her feel and make sure you know you are doing good

“Come on, you can give me one more,” your back stung as her nails left angry red trails over your skin, but you reviled in the pain and it only encouraged you. The woman below you could barely speak, mascara running down her cheeks and sweat making her hair cling to her forehead as she tried to form a cohesive thought. Her moans brought you more joy than a kid on Christmas.

You watched her mouth quiver as she tried to speak, drawing out your pace to give her some time, only to feel her nails dig a bit harder into your shoulders.

“Don’t slow down, I’m so close.”

Widow

Switch-top leaning, and Vers-dominant leaning. She isn’t opposed to bottoming or subbing, some times even asking to.

I have heard it from plenty other people, and I agree. Widow is into primal and adrenaline inducing scenarios. That “rush of the kill” she craves so much? She sedates it as best she can with the feeling of your capture, and how once caught you are simply, hopeless.

When she bottom’s it’s not that often, but you catch the little queues that she just needs to release, so it’s more gentle, and she seems like a rope bunny for the security it can bring.

“There you are, my precious Mouse,” you didn’t have the chance to react before her hand wrapped around your throat from behind, pulling you into her and forcing you to look up.

Her other hand made its way up your shirt, ghosting her fingers over your torso up to your chest. You felt her mouth brush your ear lobe, planting a kiss on the open skin of your neck.

“That heart of yours is racing, yet you could never out run my efforts. If only the rest of you moved like that, then subduing you would be much more… thrilling.”

D.va

Sub, bottom, done and dusted. She unironically likes the pet name bunny.

Has an oral fixation. Loves having your fingers or strap in her mouth.

Into bimbofication and degradation, becomes putty in your hands when you grab her by the chin and call her names.

Cockwarms when she wants to feel close to you, and has even gone as far to do it on stream out of view of her face cam. She likes exhibitionism in that strand, the thought of getting caught makes her brain melt.

“Are you done yet Bunny? Do you need a hand?” You reached over and put a hand on the small of her back as she fiddled with her camera.

“I think I’m good, thank you though.”

“Good, now come here,” you guided her back into your lap, the dildo fixed to your hips sitting tall as the shorter woman sank down onto it, holding onto both of your hands to brace herself.

Once settled your rest your chin on her shoulder, opposite to the side of her mic.

“Be a good girl and win for me, when you are done and you do, I’ll take you on the desk like the little slut you are, sound good?”

Junker Queen

Doesn’t understand the concept of rolls but she’s a top. She just knows you end up under her, and she likes that.

Very possessive, will remind you who you belong to, even if you assure her you know.

I see so often that she uses Gracie to cut your clothes off, but I think she likes to rip them with her bare hands and teeth. A different aspect of primal that goes far overlooked because most people are into the chase. She doesn’t care for the hunt, she just wants to rip into you and eat you alive.

You found yourself over your girlfriend’s shoulder, this was a common occurrence, but this time you could feel the frustration radiating from her body. You were in for it but you just didn’t know how bad.

“This shirt of yours, it’s gonna get you into a lot of trouble hun,” she finally placed you down onto the bed in-front of her, taking the middle of your shirt in he hands and tearing it open, “those idiots outside sure liked it though, but I bet you know that.”

She leant over you, your back hitting the mattress as she trapped you between it and herself, “ shame, looks like you won’t be wearing it again any time soon.”

Kiriko

Switch, Vers, no leans. Loves to give and take, and likes to make things fair for you both.

Loves both giving and receiving pain, it’s therapeutic. She especially likes biting and drawing blood

Somnophiliac, that Fox spirit has her up all night and her hands like to wander. Who are you to stop her?

You woke up with a small whine that quickly became a moan as you took in everything you where feeling. You where lain on your side, one leg thrown over your partner as one of her hands was buried in your core. You where too tired to really comprehend what was going on, just that it felt so good.

You looked over your shoulder and were met with the soft light of Kiriko’s eyes. You turned a bit to her, reaching back and pulling her in for a kiss. Her little fangs grazed over your bottom lip as she invaded your mouth. In your tired haze you moved your free hand to meet hers between your legs, guiding her to meet the pace you wanted as you melt into your partner’s embrace.

Moira

Dom Top no exceptions. She is a hard dom and that’s just an astute observation.

I see her more as a financial dom who is super into power play. She makes sure you know you’d be nothing with out her hand, she has a soft spot sure, not always being strict.

One hundred percent obedience trained you to fit her mold, maybe a little bit of mind breaking.

Your day to day to anyone else could be seen as a devoted housewife and her breadwinner wife, but that’s just surface level.

“Such a good girl, you did everything I asked this week and even more, I’ll make sure your allowance is proper,” Moira sat in her office chair, leering down at your form. You where sat back on your knees, hands folded in your lap. The scientist’s hand came to your cheek, brushing her thumb over the smooth skin.

“What’s say I reward you for such a job well done?”

Mercy

Switch- no lean, Dominant. She likes taking the reigns and is an incredibly soft dominant.

MOMMY. KINK. I could have said it for so many of the others but by GOD does this woman solidify it.

Size queen. Don’t ask me why I see it, but something about this woman tells me she likes to feel full. She has prep sizes for if she wants to go big.

You were on your back, propped against the pillows as you watched your strap on disappear into the woman above you. Angela’s hands braced on your chest as she bounced on the cock she picked out tonight.

“Fuck, you make Mommy feel so good, that’s it, match my pace,” the eye contact was more than enough to entrance you as you met her hips. You loved watching her face contort as she rode you, stuttered moans punctuated by her drops fell from her lips.

“You fill me so well, Miene liebe.”

Pharah

Stone top, doesn’t really go for dynamics

I’m sorry to say but this woman is vanilla as HELL. She is probably into spanking and has a pair of fuzzy cuffs, but those never get used.

Now is she good? Hell yes. That mouth of hers is a demon and she is simply the host. Her strap game is immaculate. Her fingers are interstellar.

“Pass me the pepper?” Pharah had insisted on cooking together tonight, not that you minded. She had just gotten back from a month long assignment with Helix and that typically meant she wasn’t leaving your side for the first few days she was back.

“Only if I could make a pass at you,” her dorky charm always made you laugh, little lines like this are probably what reeled you in in the first place.

She did as asked and made her way behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist.

“You know, we could just skip dinner all together, there is something else I’ve been dying to eat since I got back.”

[moirasdolly]

Junker Queen Relationship Headcanons (N/SFW) ᥫ᭡ ˖ ࣪

Contains: NSFW, relationships, possessiveness, trans jq, breeding kink

Listening to ♪ ིྀ: Heavy Metal Lover - Lady Gaga

Notes: Trans Odessa is so real to me guys… she makes me giggle and kick my feet i just want her so bad. Also I went overboard with the NSFW portion ummm I just want her so bad.

❥ SFW

• First of all she would be sooo protective and possessive over you. She’s the queen of Junkertown and you’re her girlfriend, so naturally there are people who want to get to you to hurt her, but she’d protect you no matter what.

• She calls you her princess all the time… even more than your own name sometimes.

• “C’mere Princess.” “Princess, yer just the cutest.” “Oi, let me please you Princess.”

• She loves to have you on her lap whenever she can. Especially on her throne.

• Odessa is handsy. She would grab you by the hips and pull you close to her just to feel you close and prove that you’re hers.

• Now onto dates… I don’t think that she’d be one to take you out to a fancy restaurant, but I secretely think she’d be a good cook.

• She’d prepare you whatever you’re craving for that night to perfection <3 No matter how complicated the dish is.

• I think she’d love to watch movies with you because it give her an excuse for you to sit in her lap or for her to be the big spoon.

• Horror movies are her favorite specifically because you’re such a scaredy cat and she takes advantage of that.

• A particularly horrifying scene comes on in the movie you’re watching and you can’t help but bury your head into her neck, waiting for the scene to pass. “I got ya Princess.” Odessa runs her fingers through your hair and places a chaste kiss on top of your head.

❥ NSFW

• She has a huge dick,,, she fills you up real good every time. It stings so good, and you can’t get enough.

• Despite her being very gentle with you almost all the time, she gets rough in bed very quickly.

• “Fuck…” She pants as she slides into your tight cunt giving you just a moment to adjust before pulling out slowly until just the tip is inside before slamming back into you.

• She’s a huge fan of dirty talk. Not big on calling you mean names though. Prefers to call you Princess still or baby during sex.

• “You take me so well, baby.” “Just like that… your cunt is squeezing me so tight.”

• Her favorite position is her over you obviously with your legs thrown over her shoulders. She loves having complete control over you.

• She’s so very strong too <33 No matter how tall or how much you weigh she’s loving to pick you up and fuck you like she means it.

• Did I mention she definitely has a breeding kink?

• She loves filling you up with cum and she loves hearing you beg for it too.

• “Please!” You whine loudly bucking your hips up into her bruising grip. And she gives you exactly what you want. You feel her thrusts slow down and her cock twitch inside you. She plants a soft kiss to your knee as she releases into you. You sigh quietly as you feel the warmth of her arousal and a moan is drawn from you once she pulls out finally.

• She watches as it drips out from between your thighs and she takes those thick fingers of her before shoving it back into your cunt.

• Your body writhes in overstimulation as Odessa continues to work her fingers back into you. “Wouldn’t want any of that to drip out. Right, baby?”

• She is more than capable of being gentle with you in bed as well.

• She’ll let you ride her, but she wants to hold your hands while you do it.

• She’d kiss your knuckles and praise you to high heavens. Telling you how well you’re doing, telling you just how pretty you look on top of her.

• She genuinely thinks you’re breathtaking during intimacy (and all the time). She gets so mesmerized by your breasts, your soft tummy, your squeezable hips, just everything.

• She’ll make sure you feel gorgeous during sex too. Odessa makes you say it.

• Afterare is amazing with her. She’d scoop you up into her arms and carry you all the way to the shower and make sure you’re all clean before bundling you up in her arms and taking you to bed.

• She would definitely tease you afterwards about how needy you were, but it’s all out of love.

[sleepyfaequeen]

Hello!! I saw your life weaver one shot and I just adore it. I was wondering if you maybe had some general LifeWeaver headcanons? Maybe for a clumsy person, who is definitely not me but tends to have old scars and new injuries from things?

Thank you, your one shot made me weak he is such a darling of a man ♥️

Well, I didn't expect another request for Lifeweaver, but I shall grant you what my mind can muster up. I wrote this in one sitting. Enjoy~

Roommates

Summary: You just happen to always slip on your own two feet. Even in Vishkar University. Lucky for you, Vishkar has given you a nurse who is in 24/7.

Pairing: Lifeweaver x fem!reader

Warning(s): fluff

Requested: Yes, anonymous

Song:

A groan escaped (Y/n)'s lips as she laid down on the ground. The days of overworking yourself to the bone (has) finally caught up to you, and you can't help but just accept it. (Y/n) could hear sudden footsteps from upstairs before a familiar face peering down to look at what had probably caused all that ruckus. It was right then and there that she had wished she would've died on impact, so she didn't have to witness her roommate looking at her pathetic hopeless self sprawled out on the ground.

"(Y/n), did you just fall?" Niran asked as he held onto the railing of the top of the stairs.

"No." She replies.

"Then why are you on the ground?" He cocks his head to the side with a small smirk and raised brow.

".. I fell." She admits and this makes him sigh.

"I'm going to help you up." He said, already heading downstairs. Her roommate was always so nice and friendly while she was a clumsy mess. "Does anything hurt?"

"No." She lies. Nothing was broken, but she did feel ashamed that nearly everyone she knew had known her as the person who always would be in an accident.

"Good, then you can get up." He taps her hip and she couldn't help but groan. "Unless you want me to help you."

"No, I'm totally fine here." She smiles as she watched him roll his eyes and stepped over her before resting his hands on his hips.

"This is your last chance, N̂ảp̄hụ̂ng." He warns.

"Or what?" (Y/n) watched as he bends down and grabbed her legs before pulling her down the hallway.

"NIRAN!?" A squeak leaves her lips as he practically drags her. Her arms cover her fluttering face as he continues to drag her before he lets go of her legs and moves. She can't help but peak between her arm, though that was probably a mistake as his chest was in full view. The man was wearing a deep rose pink V neck t-shirt, revealing his hard yet soft looking chest. How was it that she was so blessed and cursed at the same time to have such a good-looking roommate. She swore she only joined Vishkar to learn and provide people with hope for the future. Still, her eyes can't help but look at the way Niran's white hair was tied up in a messy bun, and his bangs happen to fall over his eye.

"You must really like staring at someone who is treating you." He said with an amused smirk on his lips. This makes her avert her eyes before yelping as he picked her up and sits her down onto the couch of their living room. "I'm going to have to ask you if anything hurts. That was a dangerous fall.."

"I'm alright.." (Y/n) stretched her arm before whimpering as she held it to her stomach. Niran can't help but lean forward and reach over, gently holding her arm. "Okay, maybe not as alright as I had thought."

"This is why I'm studying to be you're nurse." He jokes as he decides to have a look at your arm. "Well, I can't fix it now since it's late. Lucky for you, I happen to be trained in wrapping a broken arm."

"Thank you so much, Niran. I'm so sorry to be such a clutz." She let's her eyes meet his soft chocolate ones.

"It's no problem. Without you falling around everywhere, I wouldn't be learning how to treat different kinds of first aid." He chuckles as his eyes glance at every small scar and recent bandages on you. "But really, I think it's rather adorable."

"Ho-!?" She can't help but almost choke on her own saliva before going into a coughing fit. He quickly pats her back before letting his hand rub the middle of her shoulder blades. "You think I'm.."

"Of course, I do. You're also the sweetest person I have ever met on campus."

"Ahh.." She was feeling her entire face burn up and quickly averts her eyes only to see Satya in her light blue pajamas with her pillow under her arm. She looked so tired and upset, which was never good.

"If you two don't stop flirting so loudly, I will not hesitate to strike you both." Her hands already holding up her pillow.

"Wait.. is that a seashell pillow?" Niran asked as he pointed at it. Satya can't help but look at it herself.

"Yes, it is."

"I didn't realize you believed in fairytales." Immediately, Niran's face is met with a loud "fwap" as the pillow is slammed against his face.

"(Y/n) if you're going to start dating him. I suggest you teach him some manners." She takes her pillow back, glaring at Niran before walking back upstairs. "Start with his snoring."

"Satya!" Niran whines as he can't help but tuck his face into your shoulder as he hugs (Y/n). Whether it was to comfort himself or to hold you didn't really matter.

Translation: N̂ảp̄hụ̂ng / น้ำผึ้ง: Honey

[queer-overwatch]

another Sombra rq!!!! I love her sm ok,, ty for the last request btw bc LLORD I LOVED IT 🛐 okay this time I'm thinkin sombra x fem reader who REALLY adores the way olivia looks and stares at her all the time but then reader is super insecure abt herself,,, as always any format!! have a blessed day!!

Sombra x Insecure!Reader

Yippie! FYI Sombras my dps main so everytime we get a request for her I'm like "MINE" and yoink it before Xorn even has a chance to see it lmao, hope your happy with me doing everything for Sombra >:3 -Frisk

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"I don't know what he was doing, something stupid obviously" Sombra, you're wonderful, pretty, smart, amazing girlfriend, was talking shit as per usual, though this time it was about Reaper.

You were trying to pay attention, really! But it was hard, especially when Sombra was in the best lighting ever, and her hair was just slightly messed in a way that makes it more gorgeous than you could put into words.

It was hard to focus on anything but her, especially with how pretty she always was. Despite how bad you knew it was, you couldn't help but compare yourself to them sometimes. It wasn't normally on purpose, it was just hard to not feel out of place dating someone so perfect. She was so smart and the absolute best at her job, even when working with people so "incompetent" as she'd say. "Hey, querida, are you listening to me?" You're snapped out of your thoughts by Sombra flicking you on the forehead, staring at you seemingly annoyed. Good lordy even her annoyed face is pretty, you've really got an obsession. "Hm? Yeah! Yeah I'm listening, sorry." You reach out and grab the hand she used to flick you, rubbing her knuckles with your thumb as you nod for her to continue talking. "Right, well anyway, I don't know why these old people keep coming to me with their tech problems, I'm not tech support! The only person who I told I'd help is Siebren!" You nod along, half listening to her rant and half in your own head. How did she manage to look so beautiful even while pissed? You had no clue what her secret was, not to mention her amazing fashion sense. One time you tried to dress like her, took one look in the mirror, and immediately put on the baggiest clothes you had.

You loved her, obviously, and were always more than happy to take her out on dates, using any excuse you could to admire her, but you refused to dress up the way she did. Dresses just didn't look right, no matter how you styled your hair it didn't look the way you wanted it too. God forbid you try and go to the beach, you'd be sitting in the shade in a hoodie and sweatpants before you let her see how...disappointing you were. "Anyway, how was your day, estimada?" She drags you around, checking on some expensive looking technology you couldn't even think of touching, let alone understanding how it worked. "Boring, I didn't do much, never do really." You laugh off her question, trying to make a bit of a sad joke to distract her. She stares at you for a bit, silently judging what you think is everything about you. Maybe she finally realized that she was far too pretty to be with someone like you. You didn't think you were like, hideously ugly, but maybe she did?! What if she was planning to break up with you, who would want to date you if you were rejected by the Sombra!? "Fair enough, a day off does sound nice, actually. I'd love to laze around all day in pajamas, lucky you!" She pinches your cheek, teasing you as she finally looks back to one of her many screens. "Really?" It was hard to imagine, the usually dolled up Sombra, lazing about and dressed so casually. You were sure she's still look just as amazing as usual despite it, she was somehow so effortlessly perfect. You were, uh, there. "Maybe you should take a day off then! I'm sure they can handle one mission without you, even if your team is as useless as you say they are!" You grab her shoulders, spinning her to be facing you with what you can imagine is the biggest smile she's ever seen on your face. Any opportunity to be able to simply bask in her glory was an opportunity you were going to make use of! You could imagine it now, her sitting there, watching tv in an oversized T-shirt and shorts. There was no way your imagination could do it justice, you had to see her like that in real life or you'd simply keel over and die. "Maybe, I should be free tonight actually" She shrugs noncommittedly, but you could see the slightest hint of red in her cheeks! That meant it was a yes!

"Perfect! I'll go find some movies for us to watch! You better hurry finishing up whatever it is you're working on! I love you, be ready at 8!" You dash off, leaving her with a peck on the cheek and a timer to set.

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Scrambling around your room, you desperately try and make yourself look presentable but also try to make it look like you didn't try and this is just how you are 24/7. Sombra was always so flawless, you couldn't ruin their night by being ugly! You check your phone and nearly throw it across the room. It was already 7:58! What if she was waiting for you and she thinks you stood her up and gets mad?! You'd never forgive yourself if you made her wait on you! Glancing in the mirror, you stop worrying about the time, or what movie you'll watch, or how your little date will go. Everything was suddenly replaced by pure shame. All that time you spent trying to look on par with your girlfriend, and this is how it came out? All that effort and energy and materials for..this? Was it even worth it to try in the first place? You loved Sombra so, so, so much, but no matter what you did it felt like you were playing the role of the ugly girl obsessed with a movies main character that's just there for comedic effect.

You're knocked out of your own thoughts again by a tap on the shoulder, getting a feeling of deja vu. You turn and see Sombra, as perfect and gorgeous as ever.

"You ready yet, slowpoke?" She takes your hand, dragging you out of room before you can bother to respond. Leading you to her own private corner of Talon's base, a forgotten storage room that she'd stolen and made her own, a password for the handmade high-tech door and everything.

She shoves you down onto a beanbag and takes her spot next to you, dragging one of your arms around her shoulders and handing you a remote for the tv she'd snuck into the room years earlier.

"You gonna pick something or not?" Again with her teasing, this time though it didn't feel like her words would sink into your brain and repeat in a much meaner tone when you looked in the mirror. This time it felt soft, less stressful.

You nod, smiling and throwing on an old action movie you were reminded of last week. You both got comfortable, and you felt her rest her hand on your stomach, head against your shoulder.

It felt nice to be touched, especially by someone like her. It was hard to imagine, someone like her loving someone like you, but if she could love you, maybe you could learn to love yourself too.

[spanktony]

request rules

what/ who i write:

overwatch - d.va & ashe

resident evil - jill valentine & ada wong

euphoria - maddy perez

the walking dead - maggie greene, rosita espinosa, magna

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> i write fluff, angst, smut, but please be specific with your requests!

> reader g!p (never characters), reader gn, fem, or male if requested

> i do not write bottom!reader, incest, age play, self harm, and certain kinks.

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[saturncodedstarlette]

Swiss!Y/N : I got you some chocolates today, Gaz. Swiss. They’re the best! 😊

Gaz, flushed : Thank you! Perhaps… you could share them with me? 🥺👉👈

[infernalodie]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐖𝐒 || 𝐀𝐬𝐡𝐞

“𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦? 𝘕𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘐 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺? 𝘕𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨“

Inspo: PARTYNEXTDOOR - THE NEWS

Summary: She wouldn’t let anyone else have you.

Warnings: Slight angst, smut, and fingering.

Words: 1885

DNI IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

“Boss, do you mind if I inquire with you about something?” Ashe wanted nothing more than to block out her henchmen’s voice. Up and walk away and continue trying to get that well-needed sleep no one was allowing her to have. This train ride was still 8 more hours until they would hit New York, so more sleep was better than nothing.

But you had not been making that easy for her. From the moment she met you, the trouble you had stirred and the chaos you left was annoying, to say the least. Cassidy has already strolled back into her life, warning her to stay away from you as it will only cause problems for her. But Ashe not only hated Cassidy, but she also wasn’t one to take orders. So, hunting you down and bringing you back to Route 66 was always her goal.

She hummed, giving enough of her attention for the man to sigh. “What are we doing, boss?”

Ashe lifted the brim of her cowboy hat before she glared at her henchmen. “Getting my wife back,” she replied. “Now, go and sit back down before you draw attention to us.”

The man nodded, clearing his voice and sliding into his seat with the rest of her henchmen. Leaving Ashe to sit opposite of Bob, who was always quiet. Something she was glad for when it came to her right-hand man.

But in recent events, you had slipped up and left a crumb trail to where you were staying. So, here Ashe was, coming to get you and bring you back to Route 66. A place you hated for its heat and hated because that’s where she resided.

The marriage was forced by her, but she couldn’t help herself. When she saw you, you were visiting your parents who had fallen into Ashe’s hold on the criminal business. Supplying her with weapon routes of military convoys and such. So, she had put your parents into a position that you didn’t want and it resulted in you running away. That or the fact that she had killed your girlfriend, but that’s in the past now.

You on the other hand had found a steady job with pretty good protection coming from your Uncle. Cassidy promised to check in hourly or have some people come over from Overwatch. It helped you relax in this new lifestyle you had acquired and it was safe to say that you enjoyed it a lot more than whatever Ashe had planned for you.

There was a flower shop down the street that you had been working at and it made the travelling from point A to point B easy on your ever-fading anxiety. But tonight, instead of going straight home, you decided to go to an indoor Hot Sprints near the center of New York. With the constant worry, you felt, you needed a mini getaway. Something to cleanse your body and clear your mind, even if it was for only an hour or so.

So, arriving, you went to the changing rooms, stripped down and got into some swimwear, and stepped out into the large room. The lights were turned off with how late it was, leaving only the faint green glow of lamps along the edge of the walls. Fluorescent lights as well inside the small bodies of water that you slowly stepped into. A gentle sigh falls from your lips as you inhale the almost suffocating heat. But instantly beginning to feel the opening of your sinuses.

Taking a seat on one of the benches and relaxing. Head rolling back to rest on the tiled wall encompassing you. Allowing your eyes to shut as you let the warmth of the pool take you into a deep slumber. One that you knew you would never want to leave.

“How’re you doing, darlin’?”

That voice made your entire body freeze up. Eyes shooting wide as your head snapped up to see Ashe standing at the one entrance into and out of the pool. She held a smirk, amused by the timing and place she found you in. She was definitely expecting to break into your apartment. But this was ten times better just by how peaceful you looked.

But you were more caught off by how good she looked without all her gear. Her shoulder-length winter white hair sat perfectly and rather attractively. When you met her, you didn’t very much like the hat- the vest could go, but the white button-up and red tie were perfect. At the time, you had no problem admiring Ashe because you didn’t know who she exactly was. Now, you knew everything that she attempted to keep hidden from you.

Ashe hummed, moving her hands slowly through the water. But you couldn’t help but find it somewhat interesting in this side of Ashe. The fact that she wasn’t a leader of a gang or a killer, she was a woman. One that had forced your parent's hand and was officially your wife.

She looked breathtaking under this lighting. Most of her face on show, but her piercing crimson iris’s glowed as she peeked up at you. And this wasn’t even mentioning her bare body that was hidden beneath the surface of the water.

“How did you find me?” You asked, knowing no possible way out of this interaction and likely fight with the thief.

A soft chuckle fell from Ashe’s lips as she stepped forward. It caused you to shimmy further back on the bench. Feeling the warmly tiled walls touch your flesh like pinpricks. “You are good at hiding, I’ll give you that.” She soon stood between your parted legs. Hands finding your sides as you inhaled sharply from the contact.

Since the wedding, you hadn’t seen her or been this close to her. Honestly, it had been a day after the wedding that you left. And if you were being really honest, you hadn’t seen Ashe smile until that day. You had seen her cocky grins, but it felt more genuine that day. So, although you felt sorry for putting her through this, this was also your life she was playing with.

Softly and trying not to spook you, she pulled you closer until you were chest-to-chest with her. “I missed you.” She sighed, leaning her head against yours, and shutting her eyes. But if she had kept them open, she would’ve seen the shocked expression that formed on your face.

“Ashe…” You trailed off, swallowing the lump in your throat. “You know you don’t deserve me, right?” Gently, your arms wrapped around her for the first time. Trying to welcome in this woman that you only knew had done horrible things.

She hummed, resting her chin on your head. “I know a lot of things and that’s one I wish I didn’t,” she confessed softly. “I never wanted to make things as bad as they are.”

“But they are, Ashe. You killed my girlfriend and are forcing me into this relationship,” you said. “I don’t know you outside of all the horrible things you’ve done. My Uncle hates your guts and won’t let you near me even if I was to accept this fully.”

Ashe chuckled, shaking her head. “Screw Cassidy. The bastard is dead to me as it is. If you wanted this as much as me, he wouldn’t do anything because he won’t go against your word.” You huffed in annoyance as Ashe lifted her head and looked down at you with a soft smile. “But I know something that can help you get to know me if you’d like.”

Just by the suggestive tone, it made you shed a smile in amusement. Ashe couldn’t help but admire it. Never once had she seen you smile and it worked wonders on her heart; palpitating and echoing in her ears.

So, ever so slowly and hesitantly, you stood on your tippy toes and kissed her. Soft and delicate, just the way she knew you to be. She followed your pace, allowing you to take control. Something you never thought possible for the power-hungry criminal. Gripping her jaw, you gently pulled down and pushed your tongue past her lips. Feeling her press further into your chest; seeking more of what you had to offer her.

Her hands fell to your waist, nails scrapping against your flesh; pulling you closer. But as she leaned forward, you leaned back. She could feel your lips curving into a grin as you kissed her just as passionately as she had dreamed of. One of your hands comes up to cup her cheek and brush your thumb against her cheekbone.

But the last thing she expected was your free hand to slither between the two of you and cup her sex. The touch made Ashe part with a shaky exhale. Eyes trailing from where your hand rested up to your eyes that held nothing but mischief. A smirk grew on her lips as she leaned and said, “you are full of surprises, Y/n.”

Your fingers moved; small circular shapes into her clit as Ashe moaned. Bracing her hands on the tiled walls, trapping you as you leaned back into the wall. Enjoying the beautiful view of this beautiful woman break apart by your doing. If you got this much power over her, then you might just enjoy yourself.

Ashe couldn’t help herself when she leaned forward again, seeking your lips. But found you to avoid them with a devilish grin on them. “Did you think I was innocent, Ashe?” You inquired, letting your other hand wrap around her throat. Eliciting a gasp from the much older woman. “I wanna hear those pretty sounds before I give myself to you.”

Pressing past her entrance, Ashe attempted to bow her head, but you stopped her. The hand holding her throat tightened and forced her half-lidded eyes to look up at you. “I wanna see those beautiful eyes.” Her heart jumped.

Your fingers thrusted into her rapidly and held no mercy. Thumb doing rough brush strokes on her clit that was needing more and more of you with each. But from the build-up on Ashe’s end and the way you looked, she fell apart way too fast. But by God, it was the greatest feeling she had felt in years.

Her knees nearly buckled under the mind-blowing orgasm with her hands clenching into fists. Hips jutting forward, trying to keep the rhythm you had set. But that did nothing to stop you as your fingers kept the same pace until she was trembling and gasping for breaths. Uncontrollable moans fell from her lips as one of her hands gripped your waist. A signal you understood and slowed down, helping her back down from her high.

Soon, she was panting, feeling the aftershocks of the high. Eyes looking up at you and finding you admiring her. It was a different side of you she had no idea possible from you. But she knew she wanted. She wanted every single thing you had to offer her. Nothing more and nothing less.

Both of your hands came up and held her face. Smiling softly as the woman stared back at you, sparing a tired smile.

Leaning forward, you kissed her nose. “Now, you can have me, baby.”

[ya-zz]

Okay, so if you feel comfortable! Can you write am AU (Genji never was murdered) where Hanzo marries fem!reader in an arranged married due to their families status? And when they're finally alone, reader just goes straight to the point and asks when he'd like to produce their heir.

Maybe reader seems a little unapproachable because she's covered in diamonds and jewelry due to their wedding and she has a more carefree personality!

Just fluff and a little funny story!

It's almost 2am as I upload this, let's not talk about my dwindling sleep schedule coming back. ANYWAY, I enjoyed writing this and I hopefully you enjoy reading!

Hanzo x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1514

You knew it was happening, you knew for years what was going to happen, and everything inside of you despised it. Your parents drove it into you each day, ‘nurturing’ you into the perfect wife. 

“You have to be proper!”

“You have to wear make-up like this.” 

“Ladies don’t do that!” 

“Stop slouching! Straight back and head high!”

Each and every day. 

It tired you out, it wasn’t what you had in mind for your life and marrying one of the Shimada brothers was certainly not on the list. 

You knew of their history, what they had done, who they were, and the thoughts alone would always send a chill down your spine. Your destiny was set in stone, there was no way out of it no matter how much you protested. If that’s how it was to be, then you were going to have some fun regardless of what’s in store. 

Disobeying your father was one task you had done countless times. Sneaking out at night to party, or even to watch the starts on the beach front. Anything to take your mind off of the days coming. The one day you had dreaded for months. It was approaching, and quickly. 

You hadn’t even met your future husband, only word of mouth got you the information you wanted. A few pictures here and there but you hadn’t actually been face-to-face with him, only a name, Hanzo Shimada. No matter the begging and pleading to see him before the wedding, you were always met with a resounding “no.”. It irked you, and part of you wanted to leave to go find the man you were going to marry. 

“You will see him a few days before the big day.” Your mother said.

All you could do was groan and leave the room, heading upstairs and flopping down onto your bed, releasing a scream into your pillow. 

Being kept in the dark like this was annoying but there was nothing that you could do about it, except hope that your husband wasn’t a total asshole. 

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As time passed, your routines got more severe, more demanding. Practising walking, dress fitting, how to be a proper wife. 

It was borderline torture, or at least it felt like it. You were too tired to even think straight, but eventually the day arrived where you were to meet your future husband. 

It’s like your mind woke up, finally awake from the tiredness of the routines. Your parents were almost shocked at you when you rushed into the car. Finally! The moment of truth! Your heart was racing as the car started, pulling out of the driveway and going deeper into Hanamura. 

You were like a kid at Christmas, giddy to the point of throwing up. 

“Will you calm down?” Your mother spoke out from the front seat of the car, head turning slightly. 

“Sorry!” You weren’t, and you were pretty sure your mother knew too as a small smile crept onto her face before she turned back around. 

There was the slight anxiety coursing through your body as the car approached the Shimada castle, hands shaking in your lap. The season was perfect, cherry blossoms falling in the slight breeze, clouds littered the sky but weren’t threatening rain, and with the Shimada castle behind the trees, it was practically picture perfect.

As the car slowed down, a group of men approached, dressed in all black suits. Intimidating was the first word that popped into your head, and despite their small smiles, it didn’t change that first opinion. 

“Behave, [y/n].” Your fathers voice was stern as he turned to look at you, eyes glaring deep into your own. You nodded quickly as the car door opened and a hand offered to help you out. 

Hesitantly, you took the hand, getting out of the car and facing the man in front of you. 

“[y/n]. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” He spoke out, a small smile on his face as he looked you up and down. “I have heard a lot about you.”

“Likewise.” Was all you could muster. You had seen the photos of him but by god was he a lot more handsome in person. “It is nice to meet you also, Hanzo.”

“Come, allow me to show you around.” With his hand still in yours, he pulled you along gently and you followed beside him. 

His hair was done up, slicked and black, golden silk ribbon draping over his back, bouncing slightly as he walked, talking to you as if he had known you for years. His stride was confident, strong arms by his side except for the one holding onto you. The short kimono shirt of his hung loose on his shoulders, yet his muscles were still prominent behind the fabric. Every part of him was screaming at you to touch him, yet you refrained. It was your first meeting. In the next three days were you to marry him. 

“I would introduce you to my brother, however, he is currently running errands.” 

You snapped out of your thoughts, looking at him, cheeks flushed warm. ”I’m sure I’ll meet him soon.” 

He chuckled in response to your expression. “You haven’t been listening to anything I have been saying, have you?”

“That obvious?” You look away, the embarrassment rising. 

“Yes, but it is cute, seeing you blushed like this.” His hand came up and gently caressed your cheek as he turned you to face him.

Your breath caught in your throat as you locked eyes with him, the anxiety of marrying this man had disappeared, and in fact, you were looking forward to it. 

“There is still so much to show you.” His smile was warm as his hand left your cheek. The pair of you continued to walk around the building, talking as if you were old friends, while the adults, your parents and his, were talking in another room. Talking about your wedding day. 

And it came quicker than you had expected. It felt like you were in a daze for most of the day until the final few hours when the party was coming to an end. You had yet to meet his brother, but your attention quickly shifted back to your now husband. His eyes were on you, watching you for a few minutes, admiring your beauty. His hand held your thigh under the table, giving a it gentle squeeze. 

A playful smile embraced your cheeks as you looked at him before looking back around the room. You had realised a while back that other family members hesitated to approach you. Maybe the Shimada you had married was intimidating to everyone else until Hanzo whispered into your ear. 

“Don’t worry about them. You look beautiful.” His breath was hot against your ear, sending a chill over your body. “It’s all this jewellery.” 

“That… That would be my mothers doing.” You whisper back to him. 

He nods in response. “A little overboard, I won’t deny that, but-” 

“Please, I’m glad I’m not the only one to think that.” You laugh quietly and Hanzo joins you, small creases at the corners of his eyes. Oh how you could look into them all day… 

“But-” He continued, “I still find you the most exquisite thing in the room.” 

You could feel the heat rising inside of you, cheeks flushing hot as you look at the man who only chuckles in response. 

“Let’s leave, shall we?” He offers a hand as he stands up to which you take, standing beside him. A few members of the party whistle towards you and Hanzo as you walk away and out of the room, the music slowly quieting down as he leads you to the car that had been waiting outside.

His hand never left yours even as you reached the hotel, his grip only tightening as you reached the elevator. The moment the doors closed behind you, his hands were all over you, pulling you close to him and kissing you passionately. His lips were soft against yours, hair tickling you as your hands tangled in his hair, pulling out the silk ribbon and letting his hair rest on his shoulders.

As you pull away, gasping for air, you speak out. “I suppose this is when we make our heir, huh?” 

Hanzo laughs, shoulders rising and falling as he does, a faint blush on his cheeks. “You’re funny.” 

You smile at him, pulling him down to kiss him once more before the doors open. His hands pull you up, carrying you as he walks down the hallway. 

“Lets have some fun first…” His voice was low in your ear as he fumbled with the keycard to the room. He kissed you again, lips locking to yours as the door opened. He stepped into the room with you still in his arms. “We have all night…” He kicked the door shut, not breaking any contact. Soft gasps and giggles were barely audible from behind the door, slowly leaving earshot.

Perhaps my parents won’t mind waiting a little longer…

[https-cyber-slxt]

genji overwatch hcs???

Hii wasn't sure if you wanted sfw or nsfw so I'll do both 😋

Genji Shimada SFW & NSFW H/Cs

SFW

Has trust issues, so if you were to befriend him it would take awhile, trying to date him would take even longer (and some convincing)

But once the two of you start dating, you both would become a power couple

Loves to hold your hand, knowing that you're right next to him makes him feel safe and happy

Animal lover 100%, you bought him a puppy for his birthday and he just wouldn't stay away from it, he wouldn't even let you hold it

A big fan of cheek kisses, say if you're going to work and you give him a small kiss on the cheek, he would be blushing profusely

A music lover also, say if you're in the car and the radio was on, he'd be humming every tune that came on

If it's Valentine's Day he'd sneak into your (shared) house and surprise you with chocolate and flowers

Hear me out, fruit garden, Y'ALL HAVE A FRUIT GARDEN

Whenever the both of you sleep together, he always has to squish his face into your chest

Although he is a grown man, hes still childish as hell

NSFW

He. Is. Loud. So loud that one time your neighbors came over to make sure you weren't murdering someone

Loves to get gagged, whether it's you face-fucking him with your strap or just simply your fingers, gagging him alone might be enough to make him cum, no touching his cock needed

My boy, is 1000% a crier, especially when you overstimulate him, poor baby will be crying for you to stop, but when you do he whines and tells you "no! no! please don't s-stop!"

Although he does like having you fuck him with your strap, he prefers your fingers, he doesn't really know why, but they seem to work better

A big fan of collars, especially green, white and black ones

Will literally crumble in your hands if you call him a good boy or babyboy, if you call him either he will be on his knees ready for any request you give him

Not the biggest fan of titles, bit if it's a good day he'll call you either Mistress or Ma'am

Aftercare is a must, especially if it's over 3 or more rounds, shove him into the shower, clean him up, and back under the blanket, be sure to give praise as well!!

A/N: There's not a alot here, so take it with a grain of salt

[all-gummed-up-inside]

Autistic Hanzo <3 this isn’t a headcanon it’s completely fact, source: Blizzard Entertainment told me

He has such a hard time cumming :( everything needs to be just perfect, he needs to be touched just right. Maybe even have one of his sensory stuffed animals with him <3

But until you two find out the perfect way to make him finally tick, to finally cum, it’s all teasing and touching everywhere to figure out where he does and doesn’t want to be touched. Maybe he can only cum with certain toys, maybe he needs to have his own fingers fucking into himself instead of yours. Orgasm after orgasm ruined, trying to find the perfect conditions for him to cum <3

[theshimadaslovers]

(IBA - INSPIRED BY ART)

BAD GIRL

(HANZO X YOU!FEMREADER)

Summary: Party + you = drunk asf, but you boyfriend is there to take care of you :D Enjoy this random context!

Cass- Hanzo! *in the background* Hanzoooo!

Hanzo- ?? *Looking around holding drink* Is that Cassidy?

Cass- Dude! *running to him and laughing* Yo! Y/n is so fuckin' drunk! She enter the pool!

Hanzo- She did what?!

Cass- She jumped in the pool! With clothes and everything!

Hanzo- She can't swim while drunk! *give his drink to someone random and ran* Where's the pool?!

*Get to the pool and saw you trying to swin to the edge while laughing ou loud*

Hanzo- Y/N! *Take off his jacket and shirt jumping in the pool* GET OUT OF THE POOL!!

You- I'm drowning! *laughing and he hold your waist pulling to him* Oooh...Romantic~

Hanzo- Why did you do that?!

You- Is hooot~

Hanzo- Not the pool! Just NOT the pool!

You- You want me to do what? Take off my clothes? I can do that...*starting to pull your shirt and he just hold your wrist* What?

Hanzo- Get. Out. Of. That. Pool... *he looked at your seriously*

*Later, you both were inside the house sitting in a table, you were wrapped in towel, still wet*

You- Hey! I want more whiskey... *raising the cup*

Hanzo- *take the cup out of your hand* Enough!

You- Whyy??~~

Hanzo- You're drunk already! Enough of drinks tonight!

You- You're not my dad!

Hanzo- I'm glad that I'm not! *sighs and you just lie on the table* Are you sleeping now?

You- I'm angry with you! You don't let me have fun!

Hanzo- *deep breath* I need to watch over you! I'm the one taking you home! You almost drowned and I looked away only for 4 minutes to talk with Genji! *no answers* Ok! Let's play something, shall we?

You- *look at him* A game?~ *smiles* The dart! *you stand up almost with no balance grabbing the darts on the wall and running back all happy* Hihihi! If I win! I get another drink!

Hanzo- *laughs and stands up* If I win... *serious* we go home.

You- Fine! I can do that!

Hanzo- I doubt that, you're drunk *smirk* You can barely see the center!

You- Haha! In your dreams! *hiccup*

Hanzo- Ok, I'll show how right I am! *go in front of the target putting his hand in the center* See?

You- *laughs* You're going to hurt yourself, idiot...

Hanzo- Go ahead, I'm confident enough to know that yo- *felt something hit the palm of his hand* .... you're joking, right?

You- *surprised* I... I wasn't aiming at your hand...oh God! Is bleeding!

Hanzo- *look at the dart on his hand* Right... it hurts.

You- I'm so sorry! *run to him and grab his hand* I'll take it off!

Hanzo- Wait wait wai-!! *take it off* Ouch...!

You- There we go! *smile worried* Can you move your hand?

Hanzo- Yeah... let's go home.

You- Waaait... I won.

Hanzo- Baby, no! No more drinks.

You- That was the rule!

Hanzo- You're going to vomit and you're going to cry because you hate vomiting! Let's go...? *sees you going get another drink* Wha-?! Y/n! *you open a bottle of vodka* Don't! Don't you drink from the bottle...!

You- After that, we go home~

*cut to a scene of him holding your hair while vomiting outside of the party, he only sighed*

Hanzo- You're done?

You-...*stands up starting to cry* I hate thaaaat!

Hanzo- Yep, you do...*fixing your hair* Let's go ho- *you bent over vomiting again and he holds your hair* Come on, baby...! Argh!

*cut scene at you sleeping in the back sit of the car while he drives*

Hanzo- *look at you from the mirror* You bad girl...*sighs and smirk* You're lucky to have me around.

*arriving at the apartment, he picked you up like a bride locking the car, go to the elevator calling and he waits taking a deep breath. The elevator door opens and two old ladies was standing there judging the situation right away*

Hanzo- *surprised and entering the elevator* Ah... could you press the floor 5, please, ma'am?

Ma'am- *look at him up and down then to you* You're taking a young girl to your apartment...

Hanzo- She's my drunk girlfriend, ma'am...*sighs* Please, she needs to rest.

Ma'am- How can I trust you?

Hanzo- Oh my God, ma'am, I live here have at least 5 years!

Ma'am- Mm...Oooh! *surprised* I remember you! You're my daughter's crush!

Hanzo- ...Right.

Ma'am- You're really handsome! Sad that you have a drunk girlfriend, that's very problematic.

Hanzo- *struggling to press the bottom* Is not...! *press it and sighs in relief*

Ma'am- You should meet my daughter, she would be a great wife! *happy* She's your neighbor, she dosen't drink or smoke, is a perfect lady! She would love to hang out with you someday, she never dated before.

Hanzo- Yeah, I see the reason why... *get to the floor and the door opens* Nice to meet you, ma'am *walks out*

*He gets in the house putting you to bed, he takes a long shower and the moment he steps out the bathroom wearing only his soft pants, he heard the doorbell*

Hanzo- Come on...! *throw the towel in the couch answering the door, it was...his neighbor* ...Can I help you?

Emily- Hi, I'm Emily! I came to apologize for my mother today.

Hanzo- Oh yeah, sure, is ok *sighs*

Emily- Do you have a minute to talk? *she looked at him a little too flirty*

Hanzo- Actually I'm really tired right now...maybe another time, good night *try to close the door, but she holds*

Emily- Wait! I really want to apologize!

Hanzo- ... *processing* What? I'm ok with this, really!

Emily- Is your girlfriend still there?

Hanzo- Yes! She practically lives with me! *impatient*

Emily- I mean...she still drunk?

Hanzo- I don't know and I don't care what do you want, but, good night! *she hold the door again* What?!

Emily- Hanzo Shimada! I need you! *she fell in his chest whining* Please! I need a man like you!

Hanzo- Is not me! Get out! *trying to push her* BAAABY!

*In a second...you were standing behind Hanzo watching Emily grabbing him, she noticed stepping away from Hanzo*

Emily- Oh...! You were awake! *laughs nervously* Hi!

You- *look at her up and down* ... Get. The. Fuck. Out.

Emily- I was...! Only...I mean! I! *nervous and you start to push her out of the apartment* Wait! I can explain! *she turns around trying to speak but you immediately shut the door*

You- *look at Hanzo*...

Hanzo- She came here because of her mother! *scared*

You- I need... medicine.

Hanzo- Headache?

You- Yeah and come lay down with me... *going back to the room*

Hanzo- ...*smirk* Are you regret it?

You- I don't wanna talk about it!

Hanzo- *laughs* I'll get the pills.

He's just adorable :)