#ovw x reader

[gargoy-ross]

Touches and Feelings - Ramattra x reader

Short fic about how he feels about touch. In case the title is misleading, it's sfw.

Ramattra did not like being touched, especially not by humans. He had long ago lost count of the times he'd been hit, dismantled or defaced by them.

Though usually they had the mind to steer clear of the Ravager - even his own people avoided him.

Except you.

A foolish little human who treated him with such gentleness and care he didn't know existed before.

When you first met he didn't think much of you. You were simply another human, albeit a bit more bearable to be around than most.

He was surprised when he noticed that you weren't showing any signs of fear or distaste towards him. Out of curiosity he started interacting with you more, and that's when he found that he actually enjoyed your company.

He could spend hours just sitting and talking with you. You didn't judge him for what he was, so he tried to do the same for you.

It was nice to have someone to talk to.

You meditated with him, and in exchange he'd partake in your hobbies, even if he did find some of them rather human.

It was rare he could call someone a friend, but you certainly were one.

But at some point your relationship started to change. It happened slowly; you would sit closer to him and your touch would linger for a moment longer.

He started to feel this odd feeling whenever he was with you. It wasn't unpleasant, but he wasn't sure what to do with it.

Neither of you dared to give a name to what was happening in fear of breaking this delicate thing. Instead you let it develop on it's own, feeding and nurturing but never acknowledging it.

It was unlike anything he had felt before, and he became addicted to the way you touched him.

If he had a heart it would've skipped a beat whenever you asked to hold his hand. Some days you traced shapes to the pads of his hand, others you simply intervined your fingers with his.

Ramattra could barely feel the feather-light kisses you pressed to his faceplate - couldn't if it weren't for his heightened senses - but they still sent sparks through his circuits.

And sometimes, when he was working nights and days on his inventions, you'd sneak to his workshop. It was odd how you looked so tired then, like you hadn't slept properly without him next to you.

You'd reach your arms out to him and ask him to rest for a moment. Of course he'd remind you that he did not need to, not like a human would. He'd act annoyed, you're disturbing his work, yet he'd still end up taking a break anyway.

It was simply impossible to say no when your soft body leaned into him. His projects could wait a little longer if it meant he could enjoy your embrace in that moment.

It didn't matter how you touched him, as long as you did.

Ramattra wanted to reprociate all of it, and every step of the way his programming fought against him. Cold metal could never be as gentle and soft as your human hands, but he tried.

It took him long to get comfortable with touching you, always asking if you were okay with it or if you wanted him to stop. He was thankful for your patiance with him, and after months of reassurance he could pull you to his arms with ease.

But it still doesn't feel like enough. He wants to ask for more, to take you with him and latch onto the only hand kind enough to feed a starving stray.

This was already more that he deserved, but he can't help it, not when you're so willingly giving in.

No, Ramattra did not like being touched, yet he could never get enough of it.

[claw404]

ramattra x reader [ headcanons ]

[ part 2 ]

something softer for a change

He loves to pet your head and stroke your hair if you're standing close enough, for him it's a grounding gesture, so calming.

Whenever you two have a time off, he likes to have you sitting in his lap facing him. You laying on his solid chest. You look into his pale faceplate as he stares into yours. You're both silent in these moments, only sounds being that of your soft breaths and the humming of the small mechanics in his body. He likes to examine your face, both visually and physically. He oh so gently caresses your cheeks, your chin, your lips. Ramattra is very curious about your 'fleshy' state of being though he wouldn't dare to admit it out loud, afraid he'd admit to himself that he has gone too 'soft', all because of you.

He offers on rubbing your back when you're tired or just having one of the worse days. You never want to be a bother but cant resist his propositions after you learned what his hands are capable of doing to you.

Multiple limbs do indeed come in handy, in more ways than one.

[venturelovebot]

A/N: It's night time and I feel like shit so fuck it we ball also not me recycling a text post I literally just made! Awesome

Premise: Anxious!reader headcanons because I need them rn

Warnings: Mentions of flashbacks and self harm. Nothing graphic. It's safe otherwise!

Buys a fidget ring for both you (to wear when you're not together) and them (to wear when you're together and need comfort). TEEHEE

Let's you hold their hand while using their fidget ring.

Always makes sure beforehand that anything you do together will not trigger your anxiety under any circumstances.

If they know something is going to trigger your anxiety they avoid it with you at all costs, unless you want to step out of your comfort zone in which they'll be with you every step of the way.

If someone else triggers your anxiety they'll personally deal with them. Usually isn't a person that does physical altercations but will not hesitate to knock someone out bop someone on the head if they're triggering you.

Will act as your "mouth piece" so they'll talk on your behalf if you're not able to do so.

Does the thumb thing.

If you need to cry just let them know and they'll hug you so close that it hurts.

Reminds you that they're here for you, that they aren't leaving you and that they'll always love you no matter what.

If you have flashbacks they'll do their best to bring you back to the present, but if they can't for whatever reason they'll bring you to a calm safe space until it's over.

Buys you a weighted plushie of your favorite animal so you can bring it with you wherever you go.

If you have a comfort object they will always be sure to bring it with them. Will protect it with their life, regardless of what it is!

If you take anxiety meds they have a pill case decorated with stickers they also carry around so you can take it when necessary.

If you're prone to self harm they make sure you're not alone whatsoever, even if that means hopping on the transatlantic monorail from Cairo at three in the morning because you woke up screaming and crying.

They always make sure there's nothing you can use to hurt yourself with before leaving just in case. It's not that they don't trust you, they just can't stand the thought of you even thinking about hurting yourself.

Doesn't mind if you call them super early in the morning because they know you need someone to talk to. Even if you fall back asleep they won't hang up the phone just in case.

If you struggle with self care they make a little reward sheet and every time you take care of yourself a certain amount of times they give you a reward (usually ice cream)!

If you're really, really struggling then they'll help you take care of yourself until you're able to do it on your own again. They won't ever let you go too long without proper self care.

Will not, under any circumstances, let themself be separated from you during a panic attack unless you strictly need to be alone, in which case they will always be nearby.

Whenever they have to leave they'll always be sure to call and text every day, but they'll also keep an "emergency kit" of things to do when you need it. It's full of things like stickers, stim toys, a couple of plushies, a soft blanket and handwritten notes you can read when you need them. ♡

Whenever they come back from traveling/studying/field work you're always the first person they visit, just to make sure you're okay. Always brings you back a little gift from wherever they go.

Loves and cherishes you despite your anxiety and always makes sure to remind you that you're not a burden to them in any way!

[prettyboypistol]

Zenyatta Relationship Headcanons (+NSFW)

I feel like Zenny is a chill boyfriend who would love when you'd ask him questions that he doesn't really understand the purpose of (if a robot is built, do you have a concept of gender? Do you believe you have a soul since you are sentient? etc.)

Lowkey insecure about his cuddlegame, so he puts on oversized sweaters to cushion his metal plates.

VOICE GLITCHES AND STUTTERS WHEN FLUSTERED. THAT'S REQUIRED.

Fairly modest when it comes to PDA and affection, easily flusterable when you hit on him or whisper dirty things to him in public.

NSFW

This mans HANDS. I hope you like 3 finger-vibrators in you as he calls you "such a good little angel"

Has a human fetish and wants to roleplay being the "dominant species" of omnic but feels really ashamed of that kink so he hides it well

Zenny boy has an oral fixation and loves to watch you slide your tongue over him. PLEASE drag your tongue over his fingers and beg him to shove them in you. he will reboot on the spot.

[thatoneartistinthecorner]

Happy year of the rabbit 🐰🎆

[moira-mains-go-to-hell]

Am I in the middle of writing a smut book that is to be published within the next two years that you all will only find by chance on your shelves bc I will never tell you it’s my writing and want no connections to my internet persona with that writing? Yes. But in the mean time here are some WIP ideas I have that I may do as exercises later.

Hannibal inspired Ashe x reader

PART TWO TO A LITTLE LESS CONVERSATION IS STILL IN MY DRAFTS AND I HAVE TO FINISH IT EVEN THOUGH IT WILL PROBABLY HAVE BEEN A YEAR AND A HALF

Gym gf reader x Brigitte

Hunting season (dva x Ashe x kiri) fics

And a loose bag of JQ and Widow x readers

[crypticcowboys]

i've finally returned!

... and with new, updated lists for who I write for! just as a disclaimer, I typically don't write series or extremely lore-extensive fics. mostly just drabbles, oneshots, and multifics. I only write NSFW for characters that are confirmed to be 18+. -18 characters will not be aged up for sexual purposes, and will only be written platonically or romantically, also depending on YOUR age which must be in your bio. i will not respond to your request if you request something sexual for a minor character or somebody without that character having a clear or confirmed age. i'll plug in my masterlist here once i've finally updated it. requests will always be open unless stated otherwise in my bio. now for the list! if you want to know if I write for a character, just ask. i'll respond and update the list if i do. i do not write rpf, so do not ask. i will write char x char if requested.

WHO? NSFW ALLOWED ; kento nanami, gojo satoru, geto suguru, higuruma hiromi, choso, takuma ino, toji fushiguro - peeta mellark, katniss everdeen - mike schmidt, josh futturman, clapton davis, derek danforth - michael myers, jason voorhees - peter parker (raimi, tasm, atsv only.) - ellie, dina, abby (tlou2) - arthur morgan, kieran duffy - leon kennedy (all games, all vers) luis serra, carlos oliveira, ethan winters - cloud strife, sepiroth, reno - almost all COD characters - cole cassidy, hanzo shimada, zenyatta, ramattra - the narrator, stanley (the stanley parable) - AM ; more to come, will be updated regularly. (i also have a couple of ocs that i'll write introductions for, and if you like them, you can request them! they have no faceclaims because i'm too broke to commission properly and can't draw for shit, so their appearance is up to your interpretation. i'll plug those in the masterlist, too.) PLATONIC / ROMANTIC (NO NSFW) ; peter parker (holland), hobie brown (there is no confirmed age, so i will not write nsfw), miles morales, gwen stacy (atsv), pavitr prabhakar - itadori yuuji, megumi fushiguro - the animatronic gang from fnaf security breach ; more to come, will be updated regularly. PLATONIC / FAMILIAL ONLY. ; all oscar isaac and pedro pascal characters (especially moonknight), deadpool, matt murdock, joel miller. this might seem strange because they're all adults, but i see them as my fictional dads, not happening lmao. bonnie, chica, foxy, freddy (fnaf 1, fnaf movie) ; more to come, will be updated regularly.

[jensensfanfic]

NOT JUST THE FLU

pairing: justin foley x gn!reader (romantic) + clay jensen x twin!reader (familial/platonic ofc)

warnings: cursing, vomiting, justin in recovery - mentions of specific drugs, hints of justin's trauma from being on the streets, coughing, lmk if i should add anything else! (i am not an expert on addiction/recovery + symptoms so please don't come @ me)

a/n: here's another fic from my wattpad days. in the original version of this fic, i wrote the reader to be extremely pissed off and annoyed, but in this version they're a lot more understanding and soft

13 REASONS WHY MASTERLIST

—☆—

"Anyone home!? Hello?"

As you close the front door, you kick off your boots, shoving them under the radiator to dry. With dripping hair and soaked clothes, you wander into the kitchen, leaving a trail of wet patches on the carpet in your path. You blow our a long, tired breath and head to the fridge for a bottle of water.

You call out again. "Hello!? Mum? Dad? Clay?" You pause for a few seconds, gulping down half of your drink." No? Just me, then. Sweet."

Figuring that you are home alone, you climb the stairs to the bathroom. You take the small pile of fresh pajamas you'd left before school and change into them. As you're drying your dry, you hear some clattering coming from Clay's room, immediately followed by a curse and then what sounds like a window being opened.

"Clay? You're here?" You knock on your brother's bedroom door. "Why didn't you answer me before?"

When you don't get a response, but continue to hear a string of curse words, you turn the handle and go in anyway. Your eyes widen when you see your friend, Tony. Well, just the back of him at least, as he sits on the window and then jumps down.

"The hell..." You charge forward, watching as he picks himself up from where he'd landed. "Tony, what the fuck?!"

Tony stands, brushes dirt from his jeans, and then looks back up. "Clay said you were studying with Jess."

You're at a loss for words as you frown.

"He said you'd be out late."

"What? I– we got done early. But that doesn't answer my question. What the fuck? Why were you in Clay's room alone?"

"Uh– not alone..." You turn around at his words and your eyes widen further upon seeing Justin Foley laying on your brother's couch, snoring.

How had you completely missed him lying there?

"Tony! Seriously, what the hell is going on?"

"Clay will explain. I have to go." With that, Tony gets into his car and drives away promptly, leaving you confused.

You shake your head in disbelief, then slide the window shut and turn to Justin. You walk over and give him a small shove.

"Justin? Hey..."

Justin wakes instantly, looking around the room, probably for Clay, but when he only sees you, he sits up and looks worried. "Um..."

"Can you please explain to me why the fuck you are in my house, drooling all ovwe my brother's couch?"

Justin opens him mouth to speak, but right at that moment, Clay arrives in the doorway to his room. "Shit! Crap. Uh– I can explain all of this."

"What on earth, Clay? Did you, like... smuggle him in here. Do mom and dad know?"

"They don't, and... kind of. I mean, yes. Yes, I did."

"And Tony was here because?"

"Tony was watching him while I was out."

Justin coughs. "Ugh, I told you, I don't need a babysitter."

You and Clay respond simultaneously. "Shut up."

You shake your head, confused. "Why would Tony need to babysit him?"

Clay looks down at Justin, who looks up at you before opening his mouth to speak. "I– uh– it's–"

"He's sick." Clay interrupts him. "He has the flu. Yeah. I brought him back to help Jessica with the trial and everything... but he's sick, so he's been staying here."

"Why does he need to be here just because he's sick?" You drop your shoulders, mouth hanging open slightly. You sit down on Clay's bed. "How long has he been here?"

Clay gulps before answering. "A few days."

"For real? I mean, what the hell, Clay? You've had Justin Foley in your room for a few days, and you didn't tell me? Are you completely crazy, or am I a total dumbass for not even noticing?"

Clay sighs. "Look, I'm sorry. But we can't risk him being seen."

You rest your head on your hand. "This is crazy."

"I know, okay? Just please... don't tell mom and dad."

Clay gives you his classic, wide-eyed, pleading face. The one he makes when he wants a favour from you, or if he's done something wrong and needs you to cover for him. He thinks it works, but, honestly, it never has.

However, thinking about it, you decide you would rather not face your parents after they find out this... secret. You can imagine their faces and the questions and the yelling they would do, directed at you and Clay. Since now, you have been involved.

"Yeah. Okay, fine." You chuckle. "Can you imagine what they'd say?"

Clay smiles and nods, and then sits down on the end of his bed next to you. "I'm really sorry that I didn't tell you right away."

"Forget it. Does he have medication?"

Justin shakes a small bottle of pills and points to the bottles of meds and water on the table.

"Great."

You feel before you see Clay tense a little, and you look st him with a quirked brow. "What now?"

"You are going to absolutely hate me for this, and I won't blame you if you do, but Tony, um... he can't skip school again tomorrow. Do you think you could– well, you know."

"You want me to watch him? You're serious?"

"Please. Just this once. I'll make sure you don't have to again. I'll figure something else out."

You huff. "Fine. I have first two periods free, so only until then."

"Thank you." Clay nudges your shoulder and smiles. "You're the best twin a brother could ask for."

"I know." You smile back at your brother, and then both of your eyes widen at each other when you hear Justin hiccup and then cough.

"Oh, God!" You try to grab the waste bin quickly, but Justin has vomited all the carpet before you can reach him.

—☆—

You sigh loudly when your phone rings again. "Jesus Christ!"

Justin tries to look over your shoulder. "What is it?"

"Clay... again."

You type a message back to your brother and then slide your phone onto the desk without looking. "He's demanding an update. Like, I'm sorry I forgot, I was sort of in the middle of cleaning up snotty tissues and your favourite vomit-covered shoes, bro."

Justin laughs. "Yeah, oops on that one, he's gonna be pissed."

"Most definitely."

"You have to admit, taking care of me isn't that bad?" Justin smirks.

"What makes you think that? It's gross."

"C'mon, Jensen." Justin smirks, his voice cocky as he explaisn. "Jeff told me."

"Told you what?" You ask, hoping Jeff Atkins really didn't let slip your secret."

"He told me what you said. That you thought I was 'hot', and I quote, 'as fuck'."

Ugh, Jeff.

You figure there isn't much point in denying it. You did find Justin attractive, and you weren't ashamed to think that. However, you do spin a tiny fib and pretend like your little crush on Justin is old news.

"Well... that was after that one night when you were fighting with Zach outside Hannah's party. You were having the time of your life, and so was I while checking you out."

"Oh, really?" Justin beams, and the smile looks strange against his sickly, exhausted looking face.

"How can you be this cocky and... flirty while simultaneously looking like you currently do."

Justin's mouth falls open. "What do you mean?"

"I mean... you really, really look the part of a sick person right now."

"Thanks?" He says, then makes you jump when he blurts out, "Shit, I'm fucking freezing!"

"I gave you three blankets!"

Justin shrugs. "I'm still cold."

"It's probably your fever." You sigh. "Be right back."

You quickly go to your own room and take the duvet from your bed.

"Here." Back in Clay's room, you throw the duvet over Justin, who takes it gratefully and pulls it around himself.

He frowns, surprised by the kind gesture, given that most of your shared time together, you'd been grumpy and impatient to leave.

"Thank you. But won't you need this yourself?"

"You want me to take it back?"

"No." He holds up his hand in defence. "I'm good, I'm good."

It's silent for a little while, so when Justin coughs again, it makes you look over at him. For the first time since you'd discovered him in your home last night, you actually take in his face properly.

You notice his eyes first. They're bloodshot, tired-looking, with little brusie-like circles underneath. His face isn't just pale; it's almost grey, and upon squinting at his hands for a few moments, you realise they are shaking.

Looking down at his medication, you see that not all of them are even meant to be taken for a 'flu'.

You stand up, frowning, and Justin follows your movements as you spot a fold tucked under Clay's desk, and lean down to pick it up. Before you can read it, Justin coughs, and you're certain it's fake; done in order to distract you.

"What am I going to find in here, Justin?" You plop back down onto the bed with the folder, and place it on your lap. "What isn't Clay telling me?"

Justin pulls the blankets tighter around himself. "Nothing, I–"

"You look awful. Like, worse than the flu awful. You're all lying to me, aren't you? You, Clay, and Tony." You roll your eyes when Justin doesn't respond. "Look, just tell me. Please. I promise you, whatever it is, I'll still keep my mouth shut. I just want to know what I'm really dealing with here."

You're about to push further when your phone rings again. You groan loudly. Answering it, you ignore Clay's questions and mutter, "Call me back in 20."

You hang up and throw your phone to the side. "So?"

Justin closes his eyes. "Just open that dumbass folder Clay made."

You do as he says, eyes widening when you read the first line on the first page inside. You read it aloud, "'Detoxing From Heroin.' What and what not– Justin, what–" You blow out a breath, taking a minute to let your anger fade, the feeling being replaced by concern and confusion. "What happened to you? After you left..."

Something in Justin's eyes shift. He suddenly seems scared, shy, maybe even a little ashamed. "I–" His voice cracks. "When I left–"

"Don't answer that." You quickly move to kneel beside him, leaning up on the couch and laying a hand over one of his. "Okay? You don't have to."

"Hm. Thanks." He relaxes and turns his hand, so that he can interlace his fingers with yours. When you don't pull away, and instead, squeeze his hand back, he smirks.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" You ask, amazed by how quickly he seems to be able to change his entire mood.

"Because I knew it."

"Ugh. What?"

"You still like me, don't you?"

"Shut up, Foley." You pick up the folder again, opening it up to the page on medication. "Okay, what did you take before I got here?"

Justin doesn't answer right away, he just watches you flipping through the folder and mutters to himself. "Yeah, you still like me."

—☆—

Later that day, when Tony arrives to switch with you, Clay comes home too. You give them both an ear-bashing before leaving the house and heading back to school.

—☆—

A few days pass, and when you're walking to the shower one night, you hear Tony, ranting to Justin about how he needs to be somewhere else. You don't quite hear the what's and where's, or who's, but before you can even think about it, you push open the door.

"Go, Tony. If you need to. I've got it tonight."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, I'm free, so go ahead."

"Okay." He pats you on the shoulder as he leaves the room. "Thank you."

You go and sit next to Justin on the floor, where's he got his knees tucked up against his chest, and his arms wrapped around them, shivering. "You're back. Thought you told Clay that you weren't gonna help after the other night."

"Yeah, well, I lied, I guess."

He smiles sweetly, and then you sigh to yourself for showing how much you really care for Justin, when you squeeze his knee. He looks up, confused, and then you turn your hand, palm up and nod.

Justin takes your hand once again, and then Justin lays his head on your shoulder. You lay your own against his.

"This is nice." He whispers.

"Yeah... until you throw up again."

Justin snort-laughs; and what you don't see is that at that moment, Clay arrives home. He looks in on you both, surprise making him leave you alone as he walks back downstairs, mumbling to himself.

Taglist: @mockerycrow @wqxianwriting

[gaycragula]

haha um if you wrote this soldier 76/(cis)m!reader i would love you forever: (bottom soldier: 76, and post-fall of ovw plz) so reader and 76 recently got together romantically, and this is their first time having sex with each other. but since soldier 76 has been alone and surrounded by negativity for so long, he gets really overwhelmed from the tenderness during it and starts to cry (not sad tears, just overwhelmed). reader takes care of him and they have tender sex. thank you <3

Tear in His Heart

Pairing: Soldier 76 x Male Reader Warnings: There's probably an age difference, crying during sex, first time sex Word count: 1776 Masterlist

You were sitting on Soldier’s bed, waiting for the man to come back. It was his birthday today- you wanted to surprise him. A neatly wrapped present sat on the bed next to you, all you needed now, was your boyfriend. 

An hour passed, and then two, then the sun was casting an orange hue into the room through the window. Still, you waited. You decided to start on a nice dinner. You had gone out to get groceries and decided to pick up a couple steaks since you knew Jack liked them.

It was your plan to make them for dinner anyway. The sun had disappeared by the time dinner was done. The table was set, candles lit, wine set to the side. It seemed to be perfect timing.

As you finished up the steaks, Jack came in through the door. Even just looking at him, you could tell he was exhausted. His movements were sluggish as he removed his shoes and jacket. 

“Are you hurt?” You ask, walking over to him so you could take his jacket so you could wash it later. Jack shook his head before removing the visor he wore out.

It had taken a long time for Jack to trust you enough to remove it. You had never pushed it. And it only happened after you’d expressed romantic interest in him that he removed it for the first time. It had flustered you and you spent almost an hour tracing over his facial features, pressing kisses over scars and  telling him just how handsome he was. 

You did the same then. You draped his jacket over the arm of the couch before bringing him in for a soft kiss. Jack relaxed against you, you could feel it. He let out a deep breath as he returned the kiss. “I made dinner and I’ve got something for you in your room.”

“What’s the occasion?” Even his voice sounded tired. His usual gruff, almost commanding voice was quiet, soft.

“Your birthday, Jack.” You had laced your fingers with his and were gently pulling him towards the set table. “I wanted to do something nice for it.”

“You didn’t have to,” he murmurs, pulling your hand up to kiss the back of it. You smiled, returning the gesture. 

“I know, but I wanted to treat you tonight. If you’d allow me to of course.”

“I- Thank you, dear,” Soldier whispered, pulling his chair back so he could sit. “What did you make?”

You headed back into the kitchen, bringing out the steaks for him. “A couple steaks and some sides. I bought some wine as well,” you hum, offering one of the steaks to the man. He thanked you as he pulled it onto his plate.

Soldier waited for you to sit across from him with your own food before he started eating. You made idle talk with him as you ate. The longer the two of you spoke, the more relaxed Soldier became. 

Once dinner was done and you finished cleaning up, you led Soldier back to his room. The gift was still sitting where you left it. “I know it’s not much, but I really wasn’t sure what to get you,” you apologized, handing Jack the gift. 

He took it, weighing it in his hands before opening it. You sat on his bed again, watching for his reaction. Soldier held the picture in his hands, staring at it. Your leg bounced, nervous he didn’t like it. 

A smile graced his features and you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Soldier set the frame on a nightstand by his bed before coming back to stand in front of you. “Thank you,” he hums, leaning down to kiss you. 

“I’m glad you like it,” you grin, resting your hands on Jack’s hips. He was the one to move into your lap. His hands moved to your shoulders before they ran up your neck and cupped your cheeks. He kissed you with desperation that he hadn’t before, like a man starved. 

His hips rolled into yours and he moaned into your mouth. Blunt nails scraped over your cheeks before rough fingers slipped back down your neck and down the back of your shirt. Your own hands slipped under his shirt to rest directly on the skin above his pantline.

A shiver went up Soldier’s spine and he choked on a breath as he pulled away. For once, his usual put together appearance was messy. Spit had accumulated on his chin, running down it as he panted. His nails dug into the skin of your back, scratching over your skin. 

Soldier seemed to get his senses back. He apologized quickly, trying to push himself off your lap. You tightened the grip you had on him in response.

“We can do it,” you whisper, nails pressing into Jack’s skin. “We can go slow.”

He nodded, shifting in your lap. “Please.”

You pressed another kiss to his lips before you stood up with him in your arms. He tensed, arms squeezing around your neck out of fear you would drop him. You moved him so he was laying down at the head of the bed and climbed atop of him. Soldier squirmed a bit to get comfortable before he pulled you down into a kiss.

One of his hands wrapped around the back of your neck while yours traveled back up his shirt, pressing into the skin of his tummy. The kisses stayed slow, both of you feeling each other up. Clothes were slowly removed, both of you taking the time to admire the other’s body.

You traced over scars on his torso, watching goosebumps rise to the man’s skin. Every touch set his skin on fire, he was choking on breaths, arching into your touch. Your chest pressed against his when you pulled him into another kiss and he felt your heartbeat against his own. It was euphoric. 

Your lips trailed across his jaw and down his neck while you worked his pants off. Soldier lifted his hips enough so you could pull his jeans off, hearing them thump to the floor next to the bed.

“Jack, if you need me to stop or slow down, tell me. I want this to feel as good for you as it will for me,” you whisper against his skin, your fingers dancing just above the waist of his boxers. “Alright?”

You felt him nod and you took it as your sign to remove the last bits of clothing separating your skin from his. Both of you were hard and you could see the nervousness in Jack’s eyes as he glanced at your dick. 

“Do we need to stop?” You ask quietly, running your hands soothingly over his sides. “Is it too much?”

“No. Please no,” Jack breathed, pulling you down into a kiss. “Not now.”

You reached for the bottle of lube you kept in Jack’s apartment, popping it open and pouring a decent amount on your fingers. He tensed when he felt your finger circle around his rim. You waited for him to relax again and when his hips wiggled impatiently, you pressed the digit into him.

He cursed, clenching down on your finger as he pulled you down into another kiss. You started pumping your finger into him, watching him for any signs of discomfort. Second and third fingers were quick to join due to Jack’s impatience. He was begging against your lips for you to take him, whispering that he needed you.

Jack watched as you spread lube over your dick before you lined up with him. He was trying to stay relaxed, taking deep breaths as he waited for you to push in. 

You pressed the tip in and heard the sharp inhale it brought from your lover. His teeth were grit as you slowly pushed in, leaning down to kiss him in an attempt to help keep him relaxed. You bottomed out, letting a moan melt into Jack’s mouth. 

The proximity was new to both of you. You were skin to skin almost everywhere, you could hear his heartbeat and you were sure he could hear yours. 

When you pulled away from the kiss, you noticed tears building up in his eyes. You cupped his face, using your thumbs to brush stray tears off of his cheeks. “Are you alright, Jack? Do I need to stop?” You ask, concern evident in your voice and on your face. “Are you hurt?”

Jack let out a choked sob, shaking his head. Words seem to evade him and all he could do was pull you back down to press a shaky kiss to your cheek. His hips shifted and it forced your dick deeper inside of him and caused him to whimper quietly. “I’ll be gentle,” you whisper, slowly rolling your hips into Jack’s.

You shared kisses with each other, hands traveling wherever they could reach. Jack scratched over your back and shoulders as he moaned, legs locking behind you to keep you close. One of your hands jerked him off in pace with your thrusts, offering him the stimulation he wanted, needed. 

Tears still glistened in his eyes, threatening to spill with every roll of your hips into his. He looked so pretty. 

Your name fell from his lips over and over again when he wasn’t kissing you, desperation obvious in his voice. It was a change of scenery to see Jack so desperate beneath you. But goddamn was it a beautiful sight. Cheeks flushed red, lips puffy and wet from where you’d been kissing him, tears wet in his eyes as he looked up at you.

“Fuck Jack, you’re so fucking pretty,” you whisper, leaning down to kiss him again. Jack arched into you, the moan he gave almost sounding like a sob as his dick twitched in your hand. A couple more thrusts into him had him coming in your hand. You jerked him through his orgasm before you pulled out of him and came along his inner thighs. 

He laid boneless against the bed as he caught his breath and as you went to get a wet rag so you could clean him off. Once both of you were cleaned up and redressed, you both laid down in the bed.

Jack laid on your chest while you ran your hands through his hair and ran them along his neck. “Happy birthday, Soldier,” you hum with a smile, tracing a heart into his skin.

You felt Jack chuckle and heard him whisper a thank you before the room fell to silence and you both eventually drifted off to sleep.

[smartycvnt]

Stone Cold's Stunner

Pairing: Stone Cold x Reader

Summary: Steve gets jealous when you start getting some attention from the guys backstage.

R

WC: 508

You had always been considered a hot commodity backstage. Everybody seemed to want your attention, whether they were male or female. You didn't pay much attention to anybody for the most part, but that didn't mean that they got the hints that you weren't interested. Steve swore up and down that he didn't care about any of those guys hitting on you, but then the new batch of OVW guys came in and suddenly that tune changed. Steve tried to ignore the advances from Brock and Batista, but it was John Cena and Randy Orton who managed to get under Steve's skin.

Randy was much more forward than John was, but your storyline had you directly in John's line of sight. The two of you had segments together every single week. Sometimes they were subtle, but other times John was essentially just feeling you up. Steve would always linger during those just off camera. You didn't blame Steve for that, you had been protective whenever he had made friends with some of the women backstage. You had felt threatened by a lot of the ones who had been models before because you hadn't been considered for that path. You were one of the company's "bad girls" and your job was to look good and kick ass, both of which you had no issues doing.

"You might want to move that hand Randall," you warned as Randy felt you up. He had been pretending to slip past you at catering, but you knew it was a thinly veiled excuse to put his hands on you. Randy was a bit of a prick, but you knew he'd grow out of it eventually. Quite a few guys had come in acting like that, but usually someone shut them right up. And if the angry Texan coming your way was anything to go by, Randy was about to be put in his place.

"What hand?" Randy asked. He was pretending to be clueless, which you knew would not end well for him in the slightest.

"That one," Steve said as he plucked Randy's hand off of your ass himself. There was a flash of fear in Randy's eyes as Steve stared at him. "If you want to keep that hand, I suggest you not let it wander onto Y/n's body. I don't know what your daddy taught you, but not everything that catches your eye gets to become one of your toys."

"Yes sir." Randy swallowed. Steve let go of his wrist, and once Randy could, he bolted away. You smirked as you glanced back at Steve, who was pinching the bridge of his nose.

"These new ones keep getting dumber and dumber," Steve sighed.

"You're just getting old," you teased. Steve glared at you, but unlike everybody else backstage, it didn't really scare you. You knew that Steve loved you more than anybody else at the end of the day. He'd just let his frustrations out in the ring before taking you home or to the hotel to wind down.

[valyrou]

Please write some soft hcs for Baptiste from OVW 🙏🙏🙏 my boy doesn't get enough attention

A/N: OMGOMGOMGOMG BAPTISTE BAPTISTE RAAWWRR YESYESYESYES WILL DO! (I feel like I went overboard with this?? SORRY)

Overwatch

Baptiste x Gn! Reader soft Hcs

Oh boy where do I start???

He‘s been through a lot, so he does need a „I love you“ from you here and there

Had to think on this one but… definitely into PDA

Hand holding in public, and a peck on the cheek here and there

Not a jealous man but.. HEAR ME OUT

will come from behind and put an arm around you if someone is too close to you

Lots of hugs and cuddles

Bap is big spoon, but will let you big spoon him if you want to

Takes you out A LOT

Bap will caress your face and gently put strands of your hair behind your ear like AAAA

Gentleman to the MAX

Please don’t break his heart, he trusts you with his life and he would take a bullet for you

When he come home after a mission he will look for you asap and pull you into a bone crushing hug. He missed you. Every second of the mission he wondered if you were okay

Will let you wear his orange scarf

Kisses with him are the best

Kiss on the cheek, forehead, neck, lips?? Everywhere

He‘s so gentle and soft

When he leaves for a mission he‘ll kiss your forehead and then put both your and his forehead together while closing his eyes and saying his goodbyes before leaving

Love language?? Physical touch, gift giving and words of affirmation PERIOD

Will have your and his legs tangled together in bed while he has you in his arms as he snores the light away

You cut you finger, he‘ll throw a immortality head at your head and bandage you up ASAP

He loves you soo much ugh it’s everything anyone can ask for

He loves and supports you, you want to start a business?? Hell he will go through the city day and night putting up flyers. (He‘ll even put them up in the Overwatch HQ lol)

Would probably ask you to marry him like a year after dating and being together if he knows your the one <3

Head pats are a must!! He‘ll give a head pats after doing something while pressing a soft kiss on your cheek

OMG

costumes party??? He will get you matching costumes asap

Little dances on anniversaries just you and him and the radio as you dance the night away

[another-fanfic-haven]

Yep. It's Showtime.

You are lying on the couch in common room, with dark-haired kitten on your throat. You're watching some random videos while suddenly someone appeared beside you.

"Holá Y/N. I just wanted to ask if you want so---" She cut her sentence and pointed at your chest. "What is that? Did Moira done something to you?"

"Huh? Oh! It's just a kitten. Don't worry Sombra!" You said with big smile while lightly petting the snoring, fuzzy ball.

"Where did you found it? I haven't seen you leaving anywhere" she said kneeling next to you and watching the cat.

"Well... I found it leaving Moira's lab, I thought it might be lonely, so I picked him up and brought here. Why do you ask?"

At hearing "Moira's lab", Sombra's face turned pale and eyes widened.

"I'm not sure if you should keep this thing on your throat"

"Why not! It's fuzzy, warm, and just hear how loudly it's purring." You said scratching behind kittens ears. When suddenly it woke up and yawned, revealing to both of you a full set of sharp teeth and a snake's tongue. You got up as quick as lightning and held the kitten up in your hands. At this point, you and Sombra were equally pale and frightened.

"I should talk to Moira about this." You looked into cat's emerald eyes as it started to meow and hiss.

"You better do it NOW."

~Ende~

A/N: I have a lot of things in my mind, so bare with me, it's gonna be a wild ride

[riparisian]

GG EZ (Part 1/? Yandere Yakuza!Genji x f!reader)

Warnings: dubcon, petplay, kidnapping, bondage “What do you want to play?” Genji asked through the mic, as if it was your choice. Looking at the FPS game loading on your screen, you looked at what other people on your team was picking. Three DPS, one healer, and you two undecided. You sighed...tank it was. Your character picked, you tried not to squirm too much between the cooler night air that came into your room and the discomfort of tonight’s “outfit”. The camera was on but there was only one viewer at the other end and he liked you to play in the gifts he gave you. Tonight he had you squeezed into the latest trend in kitty lingerie, to go with your cat ears headset. At least there was no corset involved this time. The air brushed past your chest through the kitty head-shaped keyhole on your chest. Minutes before, Genji had been kneeling in front of you as he attached the garter belt to a pair of thigh highs with cat paw prints on the bottom of the soles. The panties were barely visible underneath the garter belt. Locked round your neck was a leather collar, complete with a bell that jingled as you moved and a bow that kept brushing underneath your chin. You would rip it off if you could but the last time you ruined a gift, he paid you back with locking your neck in an even more uncomfortable posture collar for a week. There was also a tag but you stopped looking in mirrors a while ago. You didn’t want to see it. You already knew what was inscribed on it. Satisfied and smirking at his work, he hooked finger into your collar, first to to test it was snug enough before forcing your lips to his. With a patronizing pat to your head, he left for his room. You gamed in separate rooms, not that it mattered with his right next to yours. Between the camera and the cage, he might as well have been in the same room. 👾🎮👾 You could see the countdown for the match to start. Genji picked a healer because he liked to win, one way or the other. The match was not going well. You were half-tempted to switch to DPS to help with the damage but it was not like you could win. Your shield went down at the wrong time, busted to nothing, just as the enemy team did an ultimate attack. “That’s five spanks koneko-chan.” You could hear the smugness but you couldn’t mute him. Missing a callout was not worth it. You messed up on a 1 v 1 against another tank. “Another five. Why play tank when you can’t take hits? I know you can take a hit or two.” Now he sounded gleeful as his character kept healing yours. Between the gaming rage and the discomfort in your stomach of what his words meant, you just wanted to quit but that had its own problems. Someone on your team quit partway and you took your chance with DPS. And you were killing it. Headshot. Another headshot. “Double kill,” rang the game. Another. “Triple kill.” Another. “Quadruple kill.” And then you heard the activation of another enemy ultimate. One shot. One miss. Your team was wiped, including you. It didn’t even matter the highlight was of your quad kill of a quick succession of headshots. “I have a new toy to motivate you tonight.” Genji’s voice almost had a laugh at the end. “You need healing.” He signed out of the game and you knew he would be in your room in seconds. In those precious seconds, you let out a whimper at what was to come.

[rubbishdrawings]

❤️✨

[sp00kworm]

Hello my love! Can I see how Junkrat would behave with s/o who is like really sassy and confident about itself? Love your fucking work! And love ya!

Pairing: Junkrat/Jamison Fawkes x Gender Neutral Reader

A/N: I am absolutely rubbish at writing for the junkers but I tried as much as I could. Hope you enjoy!

Requests are open!

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A Heist

“Oi! Mako!?” Jamison knew exactly how to be obnoxious as early as possible in the morning. You dared to peel your eyes open after a minute telling yourself it wouldn’t be painful to look at the time. With one eye open, you groggily looked from the bed at the old ticking clock and felt like howling.

“Yeah?” Mako’s reply was softer and more considerate of the hour and you heard him cough as he inhaled the drugs that stopped his lungs collapsing, “Early for this.” He complained as you pushed the sheets away and got to your feet, shoving your feet into your old slippers as you trundled to the ladder to get down from the elevated platform all your beds were on.

“I know mate, but I have the most genius plan.” Jamison babbled as he rattled around in the small kitchen, tugging pans around as he searched for the frying pan, “And I don’t think there’s a single way it could go wrong! The Queen won’t know what bloody hit her!” He laughed as he waved a frying pan around in the air, thwapping it towards Mako as the elder hummed.

“I don’t think anything…is going to work while they’re celebrating…” Mako offered around heavy breaths as he took the pan from Jamison.

“Which is exactly why we should strike now!” Jamison rubbed his hands together as Mako reached for the old fridge handle, pulling a carton of eggs free as he ignored the other’s ramblings.

 With a grumble you knocked on the doorframe and watched Jamison jump, wild blond hair whipping over his head as he peaked over his shoulder.

“What’s this about another heist?” You crossed your arms as you leaned against the wooden frame, glaring at the two men stood in the kitchen.

Jamison rubbed the back of his neck with his metal hand, “Well…I just thought…”

“Yeah…You thought.” You sighed and glared at the coffee pot as you moved to pour yourself some caffeine, “You’re not doing it again. You almost died last time!” You thrust your finger into his chest and watched Jamison straighten his back, the man towering over you with a sour look on his face as you jabbed at his skin. Thankfully, he was still clean, having not yet set to work fixing things and getting covered in grease, soot, and black powder.

“Sweetie.” He cooed before pouting at your glare, “Come on! It’s the perfect opportunity to get our mits on that bitch’s treasure!” Jamison declared with a stomp of his peg leg, “It’s the perfect opportunity!”

After taking a large gulp of coffee you pointed, “Last time she almost strung you both up! I say this out of love Jamison, but please just give it up.” You snapped before sighing and moving away from the man, intending to go cool off on the porch before you really upset him.

 Mako watched you leave through the lenses of his mask and watched Jamison afterwards, eyeing the displeased twist to his lips.

“I’m gonna go fix the truck.” Jamison grumbled, snatching his egg sandwich from the side.

“They’re right…” Mako muttered as he fried a few more eggs for himself over the gas stove.

Jamison glared at Mako, “And what? We’ve been sat in this bunker with fingers up our asses for yearly six months! I’m bored. You’re bored. It seemed perfectly reasonable!” He defended himself around a mouthful of bread and egg.

Mako huffed through his mask and rolled his huge shoulders in some non-committal movement as he made his own breakfast.

“Just doesn’t get it, that’s all!” Jamison declared before looking at the front door of the shelter where you had just stormed out of, “Maybe a bit tired too.”

“Just stay home.” Mako answered as he moved oil in the pan and ignored Jamison.

“Some help you are!” Jamison declared before walking towards the door, crouched in case you were still furious with him.

 “Jamison. I can hear you sneaking by the door.” You sighed as you sat on the small porch swing, cupping the coffee in your hands, “You’re not quiet with that peg leg sweetie.” You teased gently as he poked his head out of the door and smiled awkwardly.

“Not my fault!” He laughed before stepping outside and sighing, sandwich looking floppy in his hand, “I won’t…go…if you don’t want me to.” Jamison moved to perch on the porch swing next to you with wide, apologetic eyes.

“I just think…” You sighed and smiled, “Its silly, Jamison. You’ll get yourself into trouble! I know I come across as overbearing and I don’t want to seen as your enemy sweetheart…”

Jamison sucked his teeth before replying, “I wanted us all to get out. I know you hate being cooped up as much as me and I thought it might be fun. But I know you…yeah.”

You smiled at his awkward explanation, “Its alright. I was sharp. Its early, I’m tired and I just feel like its an unnecessary risk.”

“I’m sorry. How about we fix some bombs instead?” Jamison asked with a smile as you drank the rest of your coffee.

“I think that would be lovely.”

[moira-mains-go-to-hell]

I haven’t been on the game in a while? How old is illari? Do I need to add her to the hcs lists?

… also do y’all want my crack poly ship Hunting Season (kiri x dva x Ashe) and the surrounding head cannons I have in my pocket? (Do not ask me where it came from I got bored and thought it was cute)