#ow reader insert

[averycutesalamander]

thinking about you and boothill both spending the day together for crimbas... nsft because it gets spicy

He spoils you absolutely rotten with gifts. One of your favorites is the plushie he bought you during one of his trips; it's some alien animal you don't recognize, but it's so incredibly charming that you don't mind. He bought this blanket that's absolutely sinfully soft, and the two of you immediately bundle up together on the couch. You lay across his chest as he rubs circles into your back, and watching movies turns into half-watching movies when you creep upward to kiss him, all slow and tender. He purrs into your mouth, one hand raising to bury in your hair.

You spend... quite a bit of time like that, devouring each other with a steadily increasing hunger, but never crossing the threshold into true, burning heat. Eventually, long after the credits have rolled, you pull away with a heaving breath, your lips and tongue aching from where he's been nibbling at them.

Oh, and how beautiful he looks underneath you, his eyes soft with a low, smoldering arousal, his hair slightly mussed from your touch, his lips indented with the markings of your teeth. He looks like he wants to consume you whole, like he wants to slide you up the couch and let you pin his face between your thighs and beg you to use him however you please.

But if you do that, your plans will be very much derailed - so you slowly sit up and away from him, mourning the distance.

"I'm gonna go get changed," you murmur, slowly tracing the exposed plating of his abdomen.

He shivers under your touch, swallowing heavily as he looks you up and down, his eyes dark and hungry.

"Wait for me in the bedroom, won't you?" you say, your voice dipping into something taunting, something tempting, something almost lascivious.

Without another word, you slide off of his lap and pad off to the bathroom, feeling his gaze burn into your back.

The moment the door closes behind you, a wicked grin overtakes your face. You've already given all of your gifts to him for the day-

All except one.

You kneel down and quietly open the cupboards below the sink, pulling out the small, inconspicuous box tucked in the back. It's been here for weeks, waiting for its time to shine.

Or, rather, your time to shine.

You swallow as you lift the lingerie from the wrapping, running your fingers along the soft red lace and decorative bows and ribbons. God, you pray this will look as good on you as you hope it will.

You strip, shivering subtly at the chill of the room; without any delay, you get to work putting on all of the pieces - girtle, garters (the moment you see them around your thighs, you know he's going to go absolutely postal), the skimpiest bustier you've ever seen in your life (and dear fucking lord does it make your chest look incredible), and plenty of other miniscule pieces that take you ages to figure out. The thigh-length stockings are especially agonizing, because they're essentially just twisting spirals of ribbon - but once you get them on, you know it was worth it. The ribbons are just tight enough to squeeze around your thighs and calves, and you'd bet your life that he's going to lose his mind over the subtle bulge of your skin in the spaces between. You add a few finishing touches - most important is the bow that you tie delicately around your neck, the ends dipping tauntingly between your breasts. Finally, once you're done, you take a long look at yourself in the mirror.

You realize rather abruptly that dating Boothill must have dramatically increased your confidence, because there isn't a doubt in your mind that you look phenomenal. You're a little worried he's going to go into emergency shutdown from overheating once he lays eyes on you.

Well, you'll resuscitate him. You're desperate to see the look on his face.

So, without further delay, you step out of the bathroom, then head straight for the place that you'll certainly be staying for a few hours at the very least.

The bedroom door creaks as you push it open, leaning in the door frame as dramatically and lasciviously as you can manage, and-

Boothill whips around and freezes like a deer in headlights at the exact same moment you do.

He's... He's completely bare, and in the process of wrapping himself in ribbon - bright, sparkling red and silver stands that wind around his chest and his limbs. It's a bit clumsy, a bit crooked, but it's genuinely quite good; you suspect he went through the trouble of looking through a guide of some kind. The ribbon crosses and loops to perfectly emphasize the curves of his body, framing the bulge of his plating and the dips in between. His whole torso looks fucking mouthwatering; he's perfectly framed his chest by a crossing pattern of ribbon that sweeps perfectly down into the dips and seams of his waist, which already looks incredibly grabable by default - but you actually feel your fingers itching, yearning to clench your hands just above those pretty little hips. His thighs are cradled beautifully by the winding stands, looping down around his calves and highlighting the sharp arch of his heels. He was just getting started on his arms, but one of his biceps is already beautifully bound and wrapped.

He breaks the silence. "Sweetheart, you..." he rasps, swallowing audibly. You were so distracted by ogling him that you honestly forgot he was ogling you - and he looks ready to pounce on you. "You're so gorgeous it's gonna put me six feet under."

"Well, you'll be taking me down with you," you mumble, a bit dazed, "because you look absolutely stunning."

Slowly, you lean away from the door, walking toward him like a lion on the prowl, your hungry eyes drinking him in like he's your next meal. You stop just in front of him, so close that you're able to reach up and trace the choker of ribbon that he's wound around his neck, following down to the ridges of his collarbones, into the center of his chest, then even lower, your fingernails running down the plates of his abdomen.

"Pretty boy," you murmur, partly to yourself. When you look into his eyes, you can see that the red dots of his pupils have blown wider than you've ever seen. "Can't believe we both had basically the same idea."

He takes a shaking breath when you slowly trail your fingers down between his legs, and his whole body shivers when you trace the seams of the plates that hide his cock.

"Honey, I'm..." he whispers, practically devouring you with his eyes. "I need you, darlin'. You look... Fudge, sweetheart, ya look so good I can't stand it."

Oh, how he makes your heart flutter.

When you smile, the edges are lethal, and your eyes glitter with mischief. You pout as dramatically as you can manage, but the curl of your lips gives you away.

"What, you aren't going to finish wrapping my gift? I'm wounded, honeybee." Before he can break out of his stupor, you reach down, twisting your fingers in the loose ribbon that hangs from his arm. "I guess I'll have to do it myself, then."

You see the realization in his eyes like a flash of lightning, and you can't resist the urge to hook your fingers beneath the ribbon at his neck, yanking him down into a kiss so hot that it could melt steel. You lick into his mouth feverishly, hungrily, almost desperately, scraping your tongue along his teeth. He moans, sweet and low in his throat, rumbling in his chest; his hands finally drift to rest at your hips, the cold chill of his metal bleeding through the thin material of your lingerie - and fuck, you love how small he makes you feel, how easily he could overpower you at any moment.

"Ah, ah, ah," you croon, pulling away. "Hands behind your back, honey."

The look on his face is positively agonized, and you drink it in like the sweetest ambrosia you've ever tasted. "But- But, sweetheart-"

You press your finger to his lips to shush him. "Gifts don't speak, do they?"

He looks like he wants to pin you to the wall and rip you apart. Instead, he opens his mouth and curls his tongue around your finger, his lips curling mischievously when you shudder. Entranced, you carefully trace his teeth with the pad of your finger, savoring the subtle sting.

"Turn around," you rasp, suddenly feeling parched.

He gives your finger a tiny nibble and your hips a thorough squeeze before obeying, turning his back to you, obediently holding his arms behind his back.

Time to get to work, then.

With a teasingly light touch, you wind the final stands around his arms, looping and crossing and tucking; then, you tie them together, hand to elbow, wrapped all pretty in red. You tie it off with a bow, and by the end, your favorite present of the day is standing there in all his glory.

You admire him for a long, long moment, circling him like a hungry hyena; all the while, he tracks you with his eyes, looking distinctly eager to pin you down and ruin you.

"You're so beautiful it makes me crazy," you mumble, nibbling at your lip.

"Keep talkin' like that, and I'll have to rip right outta this and tear you apart," he rumbles.

You smile, wide and wicked. "You won't, though."

You walk backwards until your knees hit the bed, and you settle into a lounge on the edge of it.

"You're awfully confident, sweetheart," he purrs, slowly prowling toward you like a wolf on the hunt. You watch him with dark eyes, spreading open your thighs so he can stand between them, looming over you in a way that might've felt menacing if he weren't looking at you like he wants to fuck you until you break like glass.

"Because I know you're a good boy," you croon, watching with delight as his jaw clenches, heat flashing in his eyes.

Low and sultry, you purr, "Down on your knees, bee."

Your gut clenches with arousal from just how quickly he obeys; he drops down in front of you, staring up at you like you're the most divine creature he's ever seen.

"See?" you murmur, your lips curling - though your brain is so hot that your lips shake slightly. "Good boy."

God, you think you could come just from the look on his face.

You take a breath, trying to compose yourself, and he takes the opportunity to rasp, "Let me taste ya, baby. Please. Wanna feel you on my tongue so bad I could die."

Well, who are you to deny such a polite request?

You watch his eyes dart to your cunt as you part your thighs just a bit wider, your lower lips visible through the sheer, soaked fabric. You sling one leg around his shoulder, pulling him into your orbit, watching him lean eagerly toward your pussy like a starving man to a banquet. You bury your fingers in his hair, holding him just out of reach, laughing openly at the tiny whine that escapes him.

"You want something, bee?" you say, your eyes shining. "Then take it."

When he looks up at you, you suddenly feel like you're the one on your knees. Without missing a beat, he leans forward, carefully pinching your panties in his teeth. You hold your breath as he drags them down, down, down, exposing your dripping cunt to his greedy eyes.

When he licks his lips, it reminds you very much of a wolf licking its chops before digging into its prey.

"You're gonna have to beg me for mercy before I'm done with ya, doll," he growls, sending a shiver up your spine. "And when I'm done, I'm gonna fill you up, and I'll make ya come until ya cry."

He's right, in the end. He ruins you, over and over and over and over, until you're utterly spent, until you're so come-drunk that all you can do is lay there and take it. He tears the fabric away from your body eagerly, muttering that he'll replace it later; then, he breaks you over his cock, rutting into you like an animal, marking your body with his teeth. He listens to the chorus of moans and whimpers and whines that spill from your lips, never sated, always starved.

And all the while, his arms stay bound behind his back, wrapped and tied neatly. And all the while, you're utterly helpless beneath him, pinned down and drooling.

(Merry Christmas indeed.)

@opheliaflavoredinstantnoodles @ikeagroceries @shadowstadium @theswashbucklingspy @cosmo112 @fxngtasy @rinzis

[peaxhxhair]

Hii! I was wondering if I can request junkrat dating reader who likes so lovey dovey with him, like always peppering kisses on him, always wants to cuddle etc 😚

Pairing: Jamison Fawkes (Junkrat) x Gn! Reader A/n: Ahhhh thank you for the request!! hope you enjoy! (Can you tell i'm super rusty cuz it's been 6 months...) Navigation Overwatch - MASTERLIST

Definitely gets distracted by you so easily - physically cannot work with you around.

Will start dropping stuff and accidentally blowing stuff up

As obsessed with you as you are with him, but he isn't really a clinger.

He couldn't focus - not with the way you were clinging to him. The way your lips connected to his neck, trailing down his shoulder as you kissed his skin. It hurt, the slight sunburn on his shoulders from the previous day making your kisses sting. He'd rather lose another limb than tell you to stop.

He really struggles to tell you to go away - since he would rather spend time with you than to work.

But if he REALLY needs to work, trust he's fighting himself when you finally leave.

It was difficult, telling you to leave him alone - but he couldn't keep you close when working with explosives. One wrong move and he'd lose another finger. The look you gave him when he asked you to leave his workshop really did break his heart, and he wanted nothing more than for you to obsess over him.

It'll be stuck in his mind for the rest of the day

If anything, it makes him work slower - since it distracts him pretty easily.

He'll often debate whether or not working is even worth it - but roadhog has to convince him that bombs are indeed worth it.

Even though it's his job, you worry the danger of it really get him killed one day - which you don't want at all.

"Jamie" He hears you call, and when he turns, he's made aware of just how late it must be. How long had he been sitting on the floor of his workshop for? To see you hold onto the doorframe in your pyjamas - your hair all messed up like you had been shifting around in bed for the past few hours. As his eyes lock with yours, he catches the frown on your face. "When are you coming to bed?" You ask, and it nearly breaks his heart to see you look so upset.

Truly he hadn't noticed how long he had been sat there for, so maybe it was time to take a break. He couldn't make you wait any longer. So, he gets up and dusts himself off, his hands moving to your cheeks the second you're close enough. He presses a soft kiss to your lips, and your arms wrap around his neck like you had been waiting all day.

You had, really. Him sending you away for your own safety did nothing to help with your longing to hold him. Maybe it was the feeling of dread in your stomach that made it so hard to be away from him - that one day you'd wake up without him, and his remaining limbs would be thrown around his workshop because something went wrong. It was almost unbearable to think about.

Before you even know it- he'd picked you up and was carrying you back to bed. His spine hurt a little from standing up so straight, but the way your body clinged to him made it hard to complain about. Your lips were already peppering kisses on his jawline, keeping him as close as possible until he had to put you down. Even then, he didn't stay away for long - laying down beside you as you move to cuddle into his shoulder.

"I missed you, Jamie" He smiles at your words, his hold on you getting tighter as he squeezes you.

"I missed you too, baby"

[fattummyt]

Mauga (Overwatch)/Plus-Size Female Reader - Hubba Hubba - Chapter 1 🌶

Ship: Maugaloa Malosi x Plus-Size Female Reader

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, reader drinking alcohol, Mauga wearing that ugly shirt, Mauga is a giant walking red flag as it is.

Tags: flirtation, suggestive jokes, Mauga is THIRSTY and You're a Tall Drink of Water

Author's Notes: Listen, I KNOW it's been like 5 years since I posted it. I knoow I'm boo boo the fool. AO3 readers, you may throw tomatoes at me at dawn. Just know that chapter 2 and a possible chapter 3 is on it's way. And it might be smutty.

Summary: Nguyen made it clear to Mauga that this mission to Port-au-Prince was not supposed to be a vacation for them. Mauga understood that very well, but that didn't stop him from ditching the walking-talking Vietnamese rule book the second he took his eyes off him. Talon had them staying in a prepaid all-inclusive resort and he planned on taking advantage of that-- but when he encountered you, a queen-sized babe determined to read your book and catch some rays, all bets are off.

Read it on AO3 here!

Chapter 1: Humina Humina

Port-au-Prince reminded him of home enough, but he truly wouldn't be home if he wasn't near the water.

The wading pool would have to do for now.

His mere presence, his larger-than-life personality, his tattooed bare chest and arms, and the white stripe in his hair had driven any nearby guests running to the safety of their suites.

He didn't mind. The last thing he needed was to blow his cover on such an important trip, but in his heart of hearts, he was a people person who loved to socialize.

You walked right on by him and did little to acknowledge his presence aside from glance his way as he raised his arms behind his head, sure to flex his already bulging pecs and biceps.

Your attention quickly flickered away as you seemed completely unimpressed with his show of theatrics.

Normally he'd take the hint: headphones on, a book, and a large pair of dark sunglasses, but he decided to forego all of your clear efforts to remain alone and pursue you in your yellow two-piece off-shoulder ruffled top with high waisted multicolor bottoms.

And to top it all off, a rack that could tow a trailer.

He had quite an-- to put it lightly-- infatuation, with the bigger, heavier, fatter gyals. More so now than ever, considering most of the Talon operatives he interacts with are incredibly slim or otherwise, mostly men.

Nonetheless, his scarlet eyes followed your curved form, leaning forward in his seat for a better view of the ass and thighs betrayed by the loose nature of the cardigan tied at your waist.

"Damn, she looks good coming and going."

You could laugh at how noticeable he made himself as if his mere size weren't enough, he wore a horrid button-down Hawaiian shirt with large parrots all over it.

As you took a seat at a reclining bench not too far from him you caught yourself stealing another glance at the hopefully flammable shirt on the man.

You'd thought your gaze was masked by the nature of your sunglasses, but as soon as you met eyes he was quick with a smile, and as far as you were concerned, your participation in this little affair had ended there.

Mauga was lithe with excitement, it'd been some time since he met a woman that piqued his interest and he'd play what he believed to be this little cat and mouse game as long as he could before Nguyen came looking for him.

He'd already decided he'd pursue you and he didn't even know your name.

Every employee in the resort wore a baby blue polo shirt and white khaki shorts, so it wasn't difficult for Mauga to flag down an employee passing through.

His Haitian accent was clear when he greeted him. Even while seated Mauga was still easily the man's height.

"Hey, buddy. I got an important mission for you." He very subtly tipped his head toward you, whispering. "Get her the fanciest drink you got and let her know it's from 'the man with the white streak.'"

The man didn't bother asking for his room number, Mauga had been ordering towels and food so often, almost every worker was familiar with him now.

The man nodded dutifully before Mauga reached into his pocket, fishing out a row of bills and slipping it unabashedly into the man's smaller hand. "And make it quick."

He didn't need to tell him twice. The man zoomed off like he had realized his new purpose in life.

Mauga reclined in his seat, tossing his head over to eye your current activities. Your bench was flat as you laid atop your cardigan spread underneath you, resting on your stomach as you thumbed through the pages of a hardcover book.

Your sunglasses sat atop your head so he could now finally see the eyes that evaded his, but your nose was always somewhere else.

He needed to get your attention.

His eyes quickly found the wading pool. Even on its deepest side, the water would barely reach his mid-calf, nonetheless, he stood from his bench, giving a creak of relief before tossing away his dreadful Hawaiian shirt.

Now, his whole muscled upper body was on display and you took notice, watching as he fixed his long unruly hair into a makeshift bun atop his head, your eyes traced the intricate pe'a that decorated his chest and arms.

Mauga entered the water, letting it cool over his large feet before sitting across from you at the deepest side of the pool.

He didn't have to look at you to know he had you now, nobody could miss his presence, or, at least he thought so. The moment he'd nonchalantly glanced over you were laid on your back, your book hovering over your face.

He huffed dejected, but his hopes were soon restored when he saw the pool boy arrive, carrying a tray with an all-blue iced drink in a large margarita glass that looked to have an assortment of fruit in the bottom.

He smirked knowingly as both he and the man met eyes.

The man approached, almost startling you from your book as you rested it on the bench beside you.

"Sorry to bother you ma'am, but I have a grande margarita for you. Courtesy of the man with the--"

You grabbed the glass from his tray and quickly chugged the sweet slushy liquor leaving only a tiny umbrella and chunks of fruit in the glass as you handed it back to him.

"Tell whoever I said thanks, but I won't be accepting any more drinks."

Snapped from the shock of what just took place, the man simply nodded, glancing nervously over at Mauga and turning to leave.

Mauga watched in pure awe, at some point his mouth dropping open during the short-lived exchange.

You took to your prior position, laying down and digging back into your book.

He earned not even a look from you, but Mauga was seeing hearts, he thought he could feel his heart radiating in his chest.

You were too good at this game. He had to turn up the heat.

Or rather, let the alcohol do its thang.

[genjispeace]

Hate Me Sweetly - Genji X Reader

In which Genji and the reader get trapped in a closet together. The two tend to bicker on missions, and tensions rise in a small space.

tags: long, like seriously buckle in for this one, AFAB reader (mostly gender neutral but Genji does say good girl once), enemies-ish to lovers, I never really hated you, unprotected sex, rough sex, vulgar language, low-key a slow burn (they kissed on page 8 on my writing program), filthy but also sweet and soft (they're in loooooove)

side note: there is a moment in this where a man is threatening the reader. nothing ends up happening, but it felt like I needed to say that.

a/n: whew...hope this one was worth the wait. I am still sick, so it may not be my greatest, but I think this is actually my personal favorite of all i've posted hehehe hope you all enjoy it as much as I do <3

You hold your breath as you walk past one of the guards. He nods at you and you return a shy smile, hiding the majority of your face in your fake maid’s outfit. Being the only person at Overwatch that wasn’t often in the public eye, you’re usually the only option when it comes to sneaking anywhere. Like now, you are sneaking into a small side base that Talon has, hoping that you can retrieve data off one of their servers without making a scene. That sneaking, though, is often accompanied by disagreements from your team members. You have hardly any fighting experience compared to them, which means you are essentially being sent into a pit of vipers. You’re a gifted medic and fairly decent at working computers, but that’s where your experience stops.

“This isn’t a good idea,” a voice crackles over your in-ear device. Genji. He wasn’t a fan of this plan from the start, nor is he ever a fan of you sneaking into places. You grit your teeth and ignore him. He seems to doubt your capabilities in all situations, which grates on your nerves, especially considering how many times you have nursed his wounds and how many times you have successfully snuck in and out of places. You’re a valuable member of the team, which is something seemingly everybody except Genji can agree on. 

“Ignore him. We’ve got your back,” Cassidy’s southern drawl echoes in your ear. You know they do. They hacked into the security cameras and can watch your move, and they are close enough to break in if things go south. You have full faith that you are safe in their hands, even if Genji doesn’t want you there. 

The two men start to bicker through your in-ear and you tune it out easily. You make your way through the long hallways, your heels clacking on the tile floors. You pull at the hem of your dress, which was made to be a bit too short for your liking. It barely goes down past your butt, leaving the majority of your thighs bare. 

“Stop adjusting. You seem nervous,” Reyes’s voice says in your ear. You heave out a sigh as you look up at the camera in the corner of the hallway. A quick glance around you reveals that you’re alone, so you bite out a whisper back into your in-ear.

“I feel naked.” You really do. Not only are your legs nearly bare, but the outfit cuts low across your chest, leaving the top of your breasts visible. It’s cliche, offensive even, but apparently that is how Talon likes their staff dressed. 

“Darlin’, you look great,” Cassidy’s voice echoes again, and you roll your eyes. The two of you have been close friends for a while, so it’s not unlike him to jump at the first chance to tease you. You hear an annoyed sigh in your ear, which you think is from Genji. 

“Shut up, Cassidy. Now isn’t the time for you to stroke-” Genji starts to snap, but Reyes quickly cuts him off. 

“Enough. The security room should be at the end of that hallway on your left.”

You follow the instructions, carefully walking down the hallway. Your footsteps echo in the empty space, and you hate the way you start to shiver. You’re not cold, but the thought of it being nervousness makes you feel weak. You wrap your hand around the handle and start to turn it, Reyes telling you how to access the server in your ear. But, as soon as you push the door open, his voice fades away. 

A guard sits in the security room, leaning back in one of the chairs. Your breath hitches in your chest. This room is supposed to be empty. It is supposed to be an easy-in easy-out job. The room, full of different screens and computers, is bright and jarring, but the only thing catching your attention is the rifle that the guard has sitting on the ground next to him. He is facing away from you, and hasn’t seemed to notice you yet. Maybe you could grab the rifle from him, but what would you do after that? If you shot him, it would be too loud. No, you need a different approach for this one. 

“Get out of there,” Genji says in your ear. Of course he would want you away from it. He thinks you can’t handle just one guard. Maybe he’s right, but you want to prove him wrong. Maybe it’s that desire to make him eat his words that has your feet moving forward, crossing the large room until you’re standing next to the guard in his chair. 

He finally notices you, and you can feel his eyes on you as you bend over and reach for the trash can under the desk. When you hear him let out a low whistle, your skin starts to crawl. Could you knock him out with this? Your grip tightens on the plastic bin. No, not strong enough. Distract him long enough to sneak your flashdrive near the main computer?

“If he touches them, I’ll-” Genji’s voice crackles through the in-ear, but static starts to shriek over it. You flinch at the noise, but pretend to push hair out of your face so you can turn it off. 

“You’re new,” the guard says in a purr. You stand up, holding the small trash can in between you two, like some sort of barrier. He still sits in his chair, but he’s leaning forward now, his eyes tracing your face with intent. Once you’re standing, his eyes trace even lower and his gaze makes your skin crawl. 

“Yeah. Just started,” you mumble. You point at a balled up piece of paper on the other side of the large desk. You can’t get to it without him moving, and you really need to sell this maid act. “Can I get past you?”

“Be my guest,” he says, but barely inches his chair backward. You frown at first, then realize what he’s doing. You’ll have to push past him, practically be in his lap, to grab it. You start to snap something out, but then realize, if you do that and lean back against the desk, you should be able to reach the computer well enough to put your drive near it. It has to be within a few centimeters for around five minutes to get all of the data. Can you even hold out for that long?

You have to. Straightening your back, you place the bin on the ground and step in between the guard and the desk, reaching for that damned piece of paper. You finally grab it, but before you can retreat, the guard scoots his chair forward and pins you against the desk. His dark eyes are level with your breasts, and he seems to be taking advantage of that. You fight back every instinct in your body telling you to hit him and run. Instead, you use your hand that’s not holding the paper to reach into your pocket and pull out the drive. You place it softly behind you, praying that it is close enough. 

“Such a pretty thing. We don’t get many like you around here,” the guard coos, looking up at you. His eyes are dripping with evil and it has you shuddering under his glare. 

“Sorry, I-uh-I’m not-” you whisper out, trying to free yourself from the trap he has you in. He backs up just enough to stand up, but it also gives you enough space to get away, until his hand wraps around your arm. You wince at the feeling of his clammy fingers squeezing against your skin, then he turns you around and pushes you against the back wall. 

“You don’t get to come in here like that and not intend to do anything,” he barks out. His other hand has found its way to your hip, slowly inching upwards. 

“I’m just trying to do my job,” you say, hating the way that your voice shakes. You force your eyes shut. You don’t want to see how he is looking at you anymore. His hand keeps inching upwards, nearly cupping your breasts.

“Oh, you can do a job for me. How about-” he starts, but his voice shifts into a scream. Your eyes snap open and your heart plummets in your chest at the sight. Blood spurts out of what used to be his hand, the thick red liquid painting your dress and your chest. You cringe at the feeling of it, warm and sliding down in between your breasts. You finally snap out of your daze and you look up, where Genji stands a few feet away, his blade now dripping with blood. He moves so fast that neither you nor the guard can react, and the guard’s throat is quickly slit. His body slumps to the ground in a puddle of his own blood. 

“So much for subtlety,” Genji whispers, sheathing his blade behind him.

“I had that handled,” you say, but the way that your voice shakes says otherwise. Genji’s eyes widen at your words, and you wish you could see under the black mask to see the rest of his face.

“Bullshit. You-” 

“Got the data, didn’t I? I would have made it out,” you cut him off. Your fear and shock slowly starts to evolve into frustration. You would have completed the mission without him.

“Fuck the data! Who knows what he would have done to you,” Genji snaps back, closing the distance between the two of you. His chest heaves as his voice rises. He comes close enough you can see the deep brown in his eyes, a color you find beautiful most of the time. Now, though, that brown is alight with frustration. The way he is looking at you would be enough to kill somebody, but you have never backed down from him. 

“I am completely capable of handling this!” You scream out. Genji doesn’t back up, but he doesn’t say anything. He reaches up to your face and pushes onto your in-ear, turning it back on.

“-on your way. You’ll be outnumbered. Find a way to hide until we can get in,” Reyes shouts over the device. 

“Fuck,” you whisper. At that, you hear footsteps thundering down the hallway. Genji wraps his hand around your arm and pulls you behind him, leading the both of you to a door you hadn’t even noticed before. He pulls it open and shoves you inside. It’s some sort of utility closet, with various brooms and other supplies scattered around. It’s small, barely enough to fit you, but Genji manages to squeeze in with you. He pulls the door shut and it clicks, leaving the two of you standing there, chest to chest, with nowhere to go. You can’t even try to back up. You can barely breathe with how cramped the closet is. A small light twinkles above your head, barely giving any light. 

“What is your pla-” you start, but Genji clamps his hand around your mouth. You squeak in surprise at his touch, which is more gentle than you would expect from him. He seems to have better hearing than you, perhaps an advancement from his cyborg body, because you hear the door to the security room open after that. You watch Genji’s face with wide eyes as he listens to the men on the other side of the closet door. If they open that door, they’ll kill both of you. Genji’s otherwise soft features are hardened with focus, but you can’t help but shake. You could be dead in a minute. 

The guards’ voices overlap and blend in your mind. You try to pick up on what they’re saying, but any hope of focusing on anything is long gone now. Is this seriously how you’re going to die? Locked in a closet because a mission went sideways? Your chest aches at the thought of it. It may be a cliche, but you have always wanted to grow old with somebody. Find your soulmate, if there is such a thing, and live life to the fullest with them. Now, that wish seems far away.

The guards argue about something, but their footsteps and voices eventually fade. The door to the security room slams shut, and you let out a deep sigh from your nose. Genji lowers his hand away from your mouth, but you stay silent. He doesn’t seem to want to say anything either, but his hand moves against the doorknob and twists it. The door doesn’t move. There is enough light above you to make out a slight frown taking place on Genji’s features as he pushes on the door again, but it still doesn’t give. In the bleak light, you can barely make out the features of the door. It seems to be some kind of industrial one. Not exactly the type that could be knocked down easily. 

“Fuck,” Genji whispers. “Reyes, we’re locked in.”

“Fucking hell, Genji,” Reyes’s voice is in your ear again. “We’re locked out. We’re trying to get in, but we need more reinforcements now that the guards are alert.”

“So what? We just stay in the closet?” You say. Your voice is still quiet, like you’re still scared somebody will hear you. You hear a sigh from the other end before your commander speaks again.

“Yes. Stay put. We’ll work our way in. For now, turn your in-ears off. We don’t know what kind of technology they have. They might be able to scan for it.” Reyes sounds exhausted. 

“Yes, sir,” you whisper, reaching up to turn the device off. Genji doesn’t respond to Reyes, but obeys the command and reaches up to turn his off. That leaves the two of you standing, your fronts flush with one another, locked in a dark closet in silence. At least you’re not dead.

You lean back, your head knocking against the wall. It could be worse. Definitely could be better, but it could still be worse. A soft sigh escapes your lips. Not being in imminent danger, you are finally able to properly take in your surroundings. The cramped closet smells like dust, but the smell of blood takes over. Your skin is sticky with it and it stains. Some of it has dried, but it still leaves red blotches along your skin. It’s a good thing you aren’t squeamish and work with blood, or you would be nauseous now. 

“You okay?” Genji says. You snap up to see him watching you intently, his dark eyes searching your face. Are you okay? Hardly, but you also don’t want to seem weak to him. 

“I’m fine,” you say, and cringe at how weak your voice sounds. 

“Liar,” Genji replies. “Talk to me.”

“Why?” You snort. Maybe it’s being locked up in here, or maybe it’s the emotion from everything that just happened, but everything seems to be piling up. You’re afraid you’re going to snap if you stay like this without letting it out, but you can’t let it out to Genji. Not when he already doesn’t seem to want you on the team. 

“I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s wrong,” Genji says. His voice is soft and gentle, much like his gaze on you. 

“We almost died,” you whisper out. 

“That’s part of the job,” Genji says softly. Maybe he didn’t mean it in a bad way, but the way he already doesn’t seem to think you can handle it combined with those words is enough to snap the rubber band of your patience. 

“I get it, okay? You don’t think I’m good enough for this. You don’t want me on the team. You hate me,” you yell at him. Your outburst seems to take Genji by surprise, because his eyes widen and his brows furrow. You let out a soft breath, then speak again. “Just forget it.”

“Hate you?” Genji mutters. He lets out a soft snort and you roll your eyes. 

“Just forget it, okay? We could die here, and I’d really rather not have my last moments be spent arguing with you,” you snap out. His eyes narrow, but he doesn’t seem to back down. 

“You think I hate you?” Genji looks down at you, his gaze now sharpened and fully on you. You can’t ignore how your heart beats harder under his stare. God, you’ve always found your attraction to him so irritating. You press your hands back against the wall, steeling yourself. The wall feels clammy against your hands, but it’s the only stability you have, other than leaning in Genji’s body. 

“You obviously do.” Genji’s brows furrow at your words. His gaze drops, then his eyes widen. He snaps his gaze away, staring at one of the walls. It’s hard to see in the dim lighting, but you swear you saw a dusting of pink along his face. You frown at his sudden shyness.

“Your-uh-I think I must have nicked your dress with my blade,” Genji coughs out. You finally look down to see what has the ninja blushing, and a deep red takes over your face too. The top part of your dress is sliced open, showing your soft skin blotched with drying blood. You’re wearing a bra, but the swell of your breasts are still visible, still covered in blood. A sigh escapes your lips as you reach up to the fabric, trying to pull it together and cover yourself up somewhat, but it’s no use. Your chest is bare and covered in blood, and you’re locked in a closet flush with Genji’s front. 

“Stop acting like a schoolboy. You’ve seen boobs before, haven’t you?” You mutter out. It’s going to be more awkward if he continues to refuse to look at you. 

“Of course, I have, but that was by their choice. Not…this,” Genji gestures with what little space he has to move. It’s then that you realize just how close the two of you really are. Your boobs are pressing against his chest, just barely, but the contact is still there. Your cheeks turn even redder at that, and you force yourself not to think about how it makes your nipples harden.

“It’s fine. You can look at me like this,” you say. A small part of you wants him to. You want to see his reaction when he gets a good look at your state. It’s a naive part, though. Surely he wouldn’t feel anything, right?

“You sure? You may not believe it, but I am quite a gentleman,” Genji says, and you can practically hear the smirk in his voice. 

“I’m sure. Or keep staring at the wall. I don’t care.” His head turns slowly, his eyes darkening as he looks at you again. You see a muscle in his jaw tick under the tight mask as his eyes drop lower, just briefly, then return to your face.

“You’re bloody,” Genji says, his rich brown eyes now locked with yours. Maybe he wasn’t interested, if one look is all he wants. You fight the urge to slap yourself. Now is not the time to think like this, especially about Genji, of all people.

“It’s not mine,” is all you can think to say.

“I know. My blades would never touch your skin. I’m angry I even got close,” he mutters, which makes you frown. That is the first time Genji has ever even hinted at being regretful to you. 

“You didn’t hurt me,” you say softly. There’s a sudden tenderness in his eyes, one that you have never seen before. 

“I could have.” 

Genji seems to cut off the conversation after that, not intending to talk about it anymore. The two of you sit in silence for a few minutes, you with your head leaned back and Genji leaning against the side wall. You wince when something seems to poke you in the back, and lean forward to adjust how you’re standing. It’s an absentminded movement, but it pushes you further into Genji’s front. You didn’t know it at the time, but it created an unholy amount of friction against Genji. He groans out and rests his forehead against the wall. A groan you mistake for discomfort. 

“Sorry. I think there’s a splinter in the wall,” you explain yourself. You continue moving, not realizing just how much you are rubbing up against him. 

“Please refrain from moving like that,” he breathes out. His voice sounds shaky. You frown, but finally pull the splinter from the wall and flick it to the ground. Except, something else seems to be poking you now. It’s in a different spot, lower and in your front. 

“Genji, move your blade. It’s poking me,” you mumble. Genji sucks in a deep breath as you look down, your eyes widening. You can barely see anything, but it doesn’t seem to be one of his blades pressing against you. 

“That’s not a blade,” you whisper out, your cheeks heating up again. He’s…hard? His clothes cover it for the most part, so you can’t see it, but you can certainly feel it. You look back up at him to see his face the color of cherries. He pushes off the wall and looks down at you, his brown eyes blazing.

“I told you I don’t hate you,” he says. You stare back at him utterly dumbfounded. He’s…attracted to you? No, maybe it’s just the confines of the space. Nothing else. You start to reply when a loud bang sounds from seemingly far away. You jump, which only pushes you more into Genji’s front. There’s some sort of fight happening outside. 

“Fuck. We’re going to die here,” you scream out. You turn to face the door, but Genji cups your face and forces you to look at him. He moves too fast, he always does, and he pulls his mask down and presses a kiss to your lips. It’s soft, ghosting, at first, like he’s waiting for you to pull away. You don’t.

You push further into it, letting him know just how much you want it. You feel him smile against your mouth before his kiss becomes more aggressive, more hungry. His tongue runs along your bottom lip and you whine at it, which gives him entry into your mouth. To say he kisses you would be unfair. He devours you. It’s like he wants to lap up every taste he can, in case he never gets the chance to do it again. Heat starts to flood to your core and you grind against him, but when the door to the security room slams open and shakes against the wall, the two of you pull apart. You pant against him, and he silently adjusts his mask, then unsheathes his sword. Feet stomp outside the closet, and you swear you hear a gun cocking. This is it. You’re going to die here. You get one last look at Genji, his gorgeous brown eyes, his angular face, his dark hair, just to take it all in. Then you squeeze your eyes shut. A tear rolls down your cheek. Is it going to hurt to die?

“They’re in here!” A voice calls out. You snap your eyes open. You recognize that Southern drawl. Cassidy. You try to call out to them, but your voice catches in your throat. You can’t help the smile that takes place on your features, and Genji presses his face against your forehead. He’s kissing you through the mask. 

“Cover your eyes. I need to break this lock,” you hear Cassidy call from the other side. You reach up to do it, but feel Genji wrap himself around you and shift so his back is to the door. He’s shielding you from it. If something goes wrong on Cassidy’s end, it’ll hurt Genji and not you. You try to fight him, but he’s always been stronger. You feel Genji’s hands close around your ears, but the sound of Cassidy’s grenade is still loud enough to make you jump.

“Don’t turn around,” Genji whispers in your ear. Your back is to the door as he lets you go, but you do as he says. Perhaps because you’re too in shock from thinking you were dead to move. 

“Cassidy, give me your shawl,” Genji says. The two start to bicker, but you eventually feel the soft fabric laced with the smell of gunpowder and cigars wrap around your shoulders. It goes down low enough to cover your bare chest, and that’s when it makes sense why he didn’t want you to turn around. Cassidy, and anybody else in the room, would see your chest. Maybe he is a gentleman. 

You soon feel an emptiness behind you and turn around. The bright lights force you to squint as your eyes adjust to it. As soon as your eyes adjust, you notice Genji is nowhere to be found. Cassidy helps you walk, in case you need it, and Reyes leans against the desk with the drive in his hand. He gives you a curt nod, which is his way of saying “good job” without actually saying it. You feel a warmth in your chest at the silent praise from him, but it’s not enough to warm up the cold absence you feel now that Genji isn’t next to you. 

Angela insisted on doing a full check-up on you as soon as you got back. She swatted Cassidy and Reyes both away, kicking them out of the room so she could make sure you were okay. Cassidy scowled at her and said something about his shawl, but the doctor slammed the door in his face. As a medic, you work under Angela a lot, so you know how serious she takes her patient care. There was no use fighting her, even if you did assure her over and over again that you were fine. She eventually discharged you, but not before giving you a loose shirt to wear back. As you were walking out the door, she even pulled you into a tight hug. You smiled at her, your heart warming. She may be your mentor, but she’s a damn good friend too.

You make it back to your room okay and, as soon as your door is shut, you strip off the extra shirt, then the torn up maid’s dress. The blood seeped through your clothes and onto your stomach. It’s dried and cakey now, a stark contrast to your skin. You crank the shower up and jump under the spray, letting it wash away everything. You have to scrub harshly against your chest to get it off, but the warm water soothes you. You’re back at base. You’re safe.

You stay in the shower until your fingers prune, and eventually hop out and change into sweats and a T-shirt. You stop at the mirror in your bathroom, which still has a slight layer of steam. Your attention immediately flies to your lips, and thoughts of Genji flood your mind. Did he kiss you because he wants you? Or was it just because he thought he might die?

There’s no point in fretting about it now, though. It happened. You wouldn’t take it away, and you hope he wouldn’t either. You open your bathroom door and step out into your room, the soft hardwood chilling your bare feet. The same ninja that was just in your thoughts sits on the edge of your bed. He looks up when he hears the door. His hair is wet, a few strands sitting on his forehead, and a cloth mask is on his face. 

“You okay?” His voice breaks through the silence.

“I’m alive,” you say, walking across your room and sitting on the bed next to him. You’re not touching each other, but you could if you moved. You don’t dare, though.

“I’m sorry,” his head hangs.

“What exactly are you apologizing for?” You stare at him. Is he apologizing for kissing you? Your heart sinks. If he tells you that he thinks it was a mistake, your heart may shatter into pieces. 

“Everything. Mostly my blade touching you.” His head still hangs, like he is refusing to make eye contact. 

“Genji, you didn’t hurt me. It didn’t touch my skin. You-”

“I could have!” He shouts. The sudden outburst takes you by surprise, and he stands up quickly and starts to pace your room. “You think I hate you? That’s why I don’t want you on missions?”

“Yes,” you answer him honestly. He stops pacing in front of you, and you have to tilt your head back to look at him. 

“I don’t hate you. I don’t want you on missions because I don’t want you getting hurt. The thought of anything happening to you, of living in a world without you,” Genji starts, but his words fade and he shudders. 

“Why?” Your head spins at his words. He’s always been so harsh about keeping you off missions.

“Because I love you,” he whispers. You almost thought you imagined it, but heat runs along your cheeks. Your gaze drops, but Genji tucks his hand under your chin and forces you to look up at him. “That’s why I kissed you when we heard the fighting. I thought…if I was going to die there, I wanted to be able to kiss you at least once first. That’s why I’m here now.”

“Genji,” you whisper, but his thumb grazing along your bottom lip stops you. 

“I can walk out that door right now. We’ll pretend it was just heat of the moment, not that I couldn’t stomach the idea of dying without kissing you at least once, and we’ll move on. Or…you stop me.”

Genji still rubs his thumb along your lip softly, the touch tender and gentle. The air hangs thick between the two of you. He’s putting his heart on the line. No, he’s putting his heart in your hands. You release a soft breath, as you look up at him. His dark eyes are pleading, almost scared.

“Don’t go,” you breathe out. Your voice sounds like a plea, one that Genji is all too eager to fulfill. You start to rise to your feet, and he watches you carefully, closely, but you don’t miss the spark in his dark eyes. You reach up to his face, wrapping your fingers around the mask. He could stop you at any point now, it would take nothing for him to overpower you, but he doesn’t. You pull the mask off his ears and down, dropping it onto the floor. 

For the first time, you can see under his mask in actual lighting. Pink scars litter his face, dotting across the skin. You feel him take a deep breath as you look at him. Is he really nervous? 

“You’re…” you reach up and touch one of the scars along his cheek “beautiful.”

Genji smiles, a lopsided grin that takes up half of his face. Your stomach flips at that smile, and suddenly want to see it more often. 

“As are you,” he says back. You cup his face, but don’t move otherwise. 

“Can I kiss you?” You say. It sounds like a plea again. 

“Please do,” Genji replies, and it’s enough to have you wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down to kiss you. Your lips lock and his scent fills your senses. Walnuts and fresh pine. His tongue darts along your bottom lip again, and you grant him entry easily. Your tongues intertwine and he takes over your entire existence. There’s nothing else. Just Genji. 

It’s softer and more tender than the previous kiss. Something past lust, something more. Your heart thumps in your chest and heat spreads to your core as his hands find their way to your hips. He pushes you down against the bed, the impact making a soft gasp come out. He falls with you, refusing to break the kiss. When you whimper into his mouth, though, he pulls away.

“Don’t make noises like that or you won’t be able to walk tomorrow,” he says. The low, gruff tone of his voice sends shivers along your skin and heat straight down to your core. He looks down at you with wild eyes, a deep hunger hiding under those deep brown orbs. 

“Maybe I want that,” you match his voice with a low one of your own. 

“I told you I love you, right?” He says, making you frown. Why is he asking that?

“Yes,” you reply.

“Good, because I’m going to fuck you like I hate you,” he groans out, then his lips are back on yours. It’s hard, aggressive, and starving. His fingers dig into your hips, where you know there will be bruises. His mouth leaves yours and moves to your neck, pressing harsh kisses along the skin. You whimper out when he bites you, which makes him growl against your skin. You feel his hands push under your shirt and you shudder at his touch on bare skin. His metal hand leaves a chill on your heated skin, but it only adds to the fire blazing inside you.

You don’t have a bra on, so when Genji’s hands ghost over your nipples you let out a soft gasp at the content. He continues sucking bruises into your neck and collarbone, but you feel him smile against your skin at your gasp. Your back arches from just his touch on your nipples, and you pray he gives you some sort of relief soon before you explode. He pulls away from your neck and pulls his hands out from under your shirt, and you whine at the loss of contact. In the time it takes you to blink, Genji rips your shirt off. Literally rips it, tossing the excess fabric away. He sits back on his heels and truly looks at you. Your skin is flush, your breasts moving with each breath you take, sweat beads along your skin. He licks his lips as he looks at you, and the motion is enough to make even more heat go straight to your core. 

“So fucking pretty,” Genji mutters, then his mouth is back on you. This time, though, he takes one of your nipples into his mouth. You gasp out his name as his tongue moves along it. His hand, the metal one, pinches the other nipple. He continues sucking and pinching, but uses his spare hand to push your sweats and underwear down. You help him out and lift your hips, pushing until the clothes are off your body. He moves so one of his legs is in between yours, his knee on the bed. He’s so close to where you need him, but so far away. You squeak when his hand digs into your hip and pulls you down, so you’re rubbing against his leg. Fuck. His pants graze your core, and it’s just barely enough friction to have you grinding down onto it. 

“You gonna ride my leg?” He smiles against your skin. You try to bite back a response, but he takes your nipple in between his teeth and silences you. You keep grinding onto his leg, letting the friction rub against your clit and give you a small amount of relief. But it’s not enough. 

“Genji, please…I need you,” you whimper. You know you sound desperate, but you don’t care. “Inside me.”

Genji’s grip on your hip tightens even more, blurring the line between pain and pleasure, and he growls lowly against your skin. He pulls away long enough to pull all of his clothes off, and it’s your turn to gawk. He’s all lean muscle in a lithe frame. The metal of his hand reaches up his arm, then there’s metal starting around the middle of one of his thighs. You try to gawk more, but he wraps his hand around your ankle and pulls, dragging you along the bed. You feel your breasts bounce with the motion and Genji’s eyes zero in on that too. 

“Do you have any condoms or…?” Genji snaps himself out of his daze, but you shake your head. You’ve had an implant for birth control for years now. 

“I want you, no barriers,” you say. “I want you to finish inside too, if you want.”

“Fuck…” Genji says, his eyes searching your body. “You can’t just say things like that.”

You start to say something back, but his hands on your thighs silences you. Expectation builds up inside you, and you finally feel his fingers rubbing at your core. He rubs slow, agonizing circles into your clit, but it’s enough to have your head rolling back. You’re already wet enough, and he pushes one finger into you slowly. You try to close your thighs, but a sharp smack against one of them freezes you. The fading pain melds pain and pleasure together, and it makes you clench around his finger. 

“You like that? Does my pretty thing like it rough?” He mewls, slowly stroking his finger in and out. 

“Yes,” you mumble in between ragged breaths. He adds another finger, but his pace stays slow.

“Good girl,” he coos, rubbing the spot he had smacked. He starts to pick up his pace, working you with just his fingers. Your orgasm builds up faster than you thought it would, his fingers bringing you to the edge. Your moans and whimpers fill the room, and your hands grip into your bed. Your skin starts to buzz, that familiar feeling building up in your core. Your legs shake, and Genji slaps your thigh again. He slaps the other one, curling his fingers inside of you at the same time, and it’s enough to make you fall apart. You cry out, your back arching off of the bed. Your heart beats in your ears and black dots your vision.

“Pretty when you cum, too,” Genji says, pulling his fingers out of you. He takes them up to his lips, dipping them into his mouth and tasting you off of them. You clench around nothing at the sight, begging for him to give you more. He smiles down at you, pushing your thighs further open so he can align himself at your entrance. 

“Look at me,” he says. Your daze from your last orgasm is slowly coming down, and you’re able to focus. You lock eyes with him and as soon as you do, he starts to push inside you. Your mouth falls open at the stretch, soft whimpers escaping as you take each inch. His brows furrow, but his brown eyes stay on you. He wants to see your face as you take it all. And take it all you do. He’s not small by any means, and the stretch gives you a delectable sting. 

“Fucking hell,” Genji says. He doesn’t move for a bit, letting both of you adjust. “How did I know your pussy would be fucking perfect?”

“How did I know your cock would be perfect?” You say back, which makes a smirk grow on his features. It’s true, he stretches you perfectly, melding pain and pleasure in the most delicate way. He starts to move slowly, and even then, each thrust has soft moans escaping your mouth. He starts to move faster, reaching up to intertwine your fingers together as he does. His other hand, though, does something less tender, as it wraps around your throat. It’s not a tight hold, just enough to keep control, as he thrusts. You clench around him with each thrust, matching his pace with your own. 

“Genji,” you whimper his name out, like a sacred prayer. “Genji.”

“You gonna come around my cock for me like a good girl?” Genji says. You whimper at the sound of such vulgar language coming from his mouth. That, and the praise, of course. You nod, not trusting yourself to form anymore words. His hand leaves your throat and snakes down your body, his fingers reaching your clit. You scream out at the sensation of both, any little resolve you had quickly fizzling away. You toss your head back and scream out his name, your nails digging into the hand he’s still holding in, as your orgasm rocks through you. If you thought the first one was strong, it was nothing compared to this one. Your legs shake, electricity building through your entire body like a crackling live wire. Genji helps you through your release, never easing up on you. You hold tighter onto his hand as he continues to overstimulate you, his fingers still on your clit and his thrusts still quick. You pant out breaths as it comes down, but you can feel yourself continuing to clench around him. He lets out a soft curse, then groans your name. His thrusts come to a messy stop as he reaches his orgasm, his hand in yours tightens as he finishes inside you, the sensation making your legs shake. His head drops into the crook of your neck, the two of you panting against each other. His warm breath tickles your skin as he catches his breath. His soft and fluffy hair tickles your neck in a way that feels incredibly intimate.

“I love you too,” you say. It’s quiet, and you’re not certain he even heard it, but you feel him press a soft kiss to your neck. He pulls back and smiles down at you, that lopsided toothy grin filling your chest with warmth. His skin is sweaty, but it makes him even sexier. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he says, pulling out and helping you up. You try to walk on your own, but your legs are so weak that you almost drop. He catches you and helps you to the bathroom, where he grabs a washcloth and warms it in the sink. His touch is gentle and tender as he cleans you, a stark contrast to his roughness from earlier. Eventually, he finishes and helps you back to your bed. He lets you on first, then crawls on the bed and presses against you. You roll so you can lay your head on his chest. 

“Genji?” You say softly.

“Hm?”  “I like knowing that you don’t hate me,” you say, but sleepiness seems to take over your voice. Genji laughs, and your heart lurches. You’ve never heard a genuine laugh from him, and it’s a beautiful sound. One you want to earn more often. You start to doze off, listening to his heart beating in his chest and feeling him run his hand up and down your spine. You really like knowing that he doesn’t hate you.

[radiolore]

ghost!ow oc x mummy!venture

yk i just realized i don't have a real name for my oc yet 😭😭

if any of yall have any good ideas for a pirate name PLSPLSPLS TELL ME IM HORRIBLE AT NAMES 😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏

edit: my ocs name is Keo Kham, also known as Captain Sea-Wolf :3

ship name with venture is

capture

heh

😼

[thatanonymouschocolate]

Ahhhh the way Mauga flirts with mercy! I'm so jealous I wish that were meeeeee I'll be your healer Mauga plzzzz 😭

Ngl I'd probably die if he even acknowledged my existence lmfao

[colemorrison]

“I hate myself..”

The omnic’s head tilted, why would you ever see yourself in such an ill way.

“Why is that?”

You had been tense all day, he didn’t know why so he couldn’t help.

“I’m so annoying, and I never listen.”

Cool fingers came to cover your wet eyes, he knew you calmed down quicker if there wasn’t anything catching your attention.

“I adore how talkative you are, how excited you get over little things. How happy you get when you realise I have time to speak with you.”

You sobbed, tears covering your lovers fingers, you felt so pathetic crying this much over something so small.

“You not listening is cute, it’s adorable how you act like you’re the bigger person though you know full well you are not. Those things you dislike are some of my favourite parts of you, do not hate yourself for being you.”

Slowly your sobs lessened, tears leaving your eyes completely as he uncovered you.

“Are you alright?”

“Better.. I’m sorry.”

“Do not apologise for being human..”

[ya-zz]

Bro, a request. Listen, I fucking love angst and drama that ends with shocking!!revelation and then happy ending so, listen up! I'll give you three choices (Hanzo, Genji or Cassidy), you pick whoever you want to write the most at the time/fits the request the most! Character breaks up with reader because they don't want to endanger them, but a year or so later they bump into reader and oh my god!! She has a little baby. And it's clearly theirs, exact copy of them. Cute, fluff, but also the angst that they left, guilt, who knows? Have fun with it! You can change it as much as you want!

Decided to do something a little different with this one. I couldn't pick between the three of them, so I wrote a small piece for each ♥

HANZO

He planned it, and it hurt. He wanted it to be easier for you but the guilt was proving a little too much. All he wanted to do was hide away, to avoid the entire situation, but leaving without saying anything would only cause more issues and pain to arise. So, he planned the entire break up, noting every tiny detail, your possible reactions, everything he could think of. 

However, when the day came, he practically fumbled with his words, something he rarely ever does. It pained him deeply but he had no other choice. He didn’t want to see you hurt physically, but his job now had put a target on his back. He feared your death, it kept him awake at night as he watched over you, wanting to make sure you were safe and out of harms way. 

When he sat you down, voice low and almost shaky, he just came out with it, ripping the bandaid off, so to speak. He noticed your face drop, features saddening as he kept speaking, listing off the reasons as to why breaking up would be the better option for the pair of you. Hanzo knew that you loved him dearly, he always did seeing as though you were dedicating your time to making this work, and now he was breaking it to keep you safe. His hand embraced yours, fingers locking as he squeezed gently, wanting to reassure you that you were going to be safe, a lot safer without him. 

He kissed your forehead, muttering his finally goodbye before he left, the words feeling a knife into your heart, but you knew he was right. He had to leave, he wanted to protect you. If he was true to his word, he would come back. You trusted him, never doubting his words or actions. He will come back… 

Almost a year had passed since he had left, and while the target was still plastered on his back, he had outrun his enemies, eventually finding his place back in the hometown he resided with you in the previous year. It wasn’t planned by any means, maybe something had pulled him back, he wasn’t too sure, but returning home brought back a pang of guilt. 

Your teary eyes and puffy face was the last thing he saw before he left as he wandered the streets, a keen eye on watch just in case. While he may have outrun those chasing him, he could never be too sure. 

When a quick scan of his surroundings came back clear, his shoulders relaxed a little as he made his way over to a cafe he frequently visited with you, and to his surprise, you were seated in there at the table the pair of you sat at almost every visit. Hanzo’s heart pounded, stopping in his tracks as he looked over you, noticing a small baby seated next to you.

He knew he couldn’t stay long, only wanting a quick break before going back on the move again, but he wanted to stop and say hello first, and that’s what he did when he was handed his order. 

His steps were shaky as he approached, feeling as though he was falling for you once again as he stopped just short of the table, a welcoming smile on his face as you looked up at him, eyes widening at the sudden appearance. 

“Hanzo…?” Your voice was quiet, tears pricking your eyes as you watched him sit in front of you. 

“[y/n]...” His head cocked to the side slightly as he looked over at the baby, noticing the look was quite similar to his. Dark eyes and black hair was the first giveaway, but they looked softer, how he did whenever he looked back on his family photos. His eyes stayed glued onto the small girl before she looks over at the larger man, gently giggling and reaching over towards him. Hanzo sighed happily before looking back over to you, hand reaching for yours. 

“I am sorry…” He muttered, gently stroking the top of your hand, the guilt only rising within him. He knew now that he had another choice. Keep running, or be a father. 

GENJI

The Shimada brother wasn’t exactly the best at break ups, usually leaving his partner and moving onto the next one without saying anything. You, however, were different. You had been with him for awhile now and he watched himself mature, no longer playing around with other people as he settled down with you. 

However, as the years went by, threats started emerging, and while he shook the majority of them off, he couldn’t quite let the threats to you go. He wanted to keep you safe and if leaving you was the way to save you, then he was going to do just that. 

The guilt was only rising the more he wrote. He couldn’t do it face to face because he knew that the moment you started crying, he’d never want to leave you, so instead, he went old school, writing a letter and leaving it on the bedside table for you for when you woke up. 

He hated it, he hated leaving you, but he had no other choice. He kissed your cheek before you left, standing to watch you sleep peacefully for a moment before he took off, heart breaking as he left you behind. If this was the only way to keep you safe, then he was sure he made the right choice. 

After a year or so had passed, the threats surrounding Genji and you had died down and the ninja believed it was all over, so he made the trip back, heart racing as he boarded the plane. For once, the Shimada brother was excited to see a friendly face, one whom he loved dearly. 

As he stepped foot of the plane a few hours later, he practically rushed back to the apartment, begging the taxi driver to floor it as if it were an emergency. Only when he was mid way there did he realise he was bringing nothing but a bag, so he made a quick pit stop to grab a bouquet of flowers, yellow and red tulips bunched together as the drive continued. 

Genji felt his heart flutter the closer he got, the excitement overpowering the guilt he felt for leaving you so suddenly, and when the ride came to a halt, he overpaid and ran out of the car, not wanting to waste anymore time. He caught a quick glance of himself in the passing window as he slowed down, fixing his shirt and hair, giving it a slight ruffle before he calmed down and walked to the door. 

His heart was practically beating out of his chest as he knocked, standing there waiting, flowers close to his chest. When the door clicked and opened, he was greeted by you, eyes wide as you looked over him while a single tear fell down your face as you hugged him tightly, not caring about the flowers. 

He was taken aback, but managed to pull his arms free and hug you back, a feeling of relief rushing through him as he knew you were safe. When a small noise caught his attention, he let go, looking down at the small child who was trying to escape between your legs. 

You pick them up, cradling them in your arms as you look up at Genji, smiling softly. 

“He’s yours, you know…” 

Genji was practically in shock, heart nearly stopping at the sound of the baby being his. He looks at the child, cocking his head slightly as he holds out a finger, a smile embracing his face when the child holds onto him. 

“Looks just you…” You say. Genji nods in approval, slowly seeing his own features within his son. With another smile, you invite him inside, wanting to catch up with your run away partner, hoping he is willing to stay this time.

CASSIDY

“Listen, doll, we need to talk…” His voice was low as he spoke, hand gently holding yours as he pulled you over towards the sofa. 

“Cass… What is going on?” A panic started to rise within you. Everything was going so well with the man, hell, it was next to perfect. Every bad and hurtful scenario crossed your mind as you sat next to him, fingers loosely holding his, eyes scanning for something to ease what was about to happen. 

The cowboy hesitated, eyes looking everywhere but at you, his shoulders were heavy as he took in a shaky breath. “I think it would be better if we separated…”

“What…? Cass what’re you saying?” A disbelief coursed through you, hand clasping around his tightly but he didn’t return the gesture. 

“I can’t keep you worried like this. With work takin’ me out of your… our lives… What if I never come back? Baby, listen,” he paused, sucking in another breath. “I don’t want this to end, I promise you that, but… I can’t shake that feelin’ of leavin’ you behind…” 

He locked eyes with you for a brief moment and that’s when you knew where this was heading.

“No… Cass…” Holding back tears with your breathing catching in your throat, you pull back your hand. “Please…” 

He looks away, knowing it was hurting you greatly. “I’m sorry, honey… I do love you, I just- I can’t keep you in this unknown cycle of stress. Believe me, I don’t wanna do this…”

All you could do was nod, not knowing what else to say as the tears fall down your cheeks while you choke back a sob. 

It pained him, maybe more than it pained you. He knew how much he meant to you, everything was next to perfect in your relationship and he just had to go and ruin that. Nothing could’ve prepared him more, but he was glad there wasn’t much of a scene. He knew you understood, but it still hurt him. He had the choice, and perhaps he chose the wrong one…

Both hearts broke that day, even more so the following week when he separated, focusing more on work, without much worry of leaving someone behind. Cassidy felt he moved on too quickly, but with work constantly making him move around, he didn’t think much of it as time went by, eventually forgetting the most important thing to him. 

As the months went by, gradually turning into a year, both parties were going about their lives, neither one expecting to see each other again, so it came as a sudden shock to Cassidy when he spotted you walking down the street, a baby in your arms while he was mid mission. 

While he couldn’t break his role, he watched from afar. At first he did wonder if it was actually you, but the way you walked was the first sign. Only when you turned your head, looking back at some noise behind you, did he feel like he fell in love all over again. His heart hurt as he stared at you from across the street, wanting nothing more than to run over to you and to embrace you, to apologise for leaving you back then. 

Just like back then, nothing could’ve prepared him for when you got closer, crossing the street and pointing at different items in windows as your kid looked around, a bright smile on his face. His laughs were audible from where Cassidy was standing and he felt his heart melt. When you got even closer, the cowboy was almost in awe until he realised something. The kid with sun kissed freckles on his cheeks, hazel eyes and light brown locks, looked just like Cassidy did when he was younger. Then it hit him fully.

That child was his. 

He didn’t say anything as you passed, but the three of you gave a gentle smile, Cassidy tipping his head slightly while the child looked back over your shoulder towards him, a hand reaching out for him as if he knew who he was. 

While he knew he was no longer in your life, Cassidy felt some form of relief that the child you carried was his, a little reminder, soon to grow into a big one, that he was always there with you. Part of him knew what his next move was to be. After this mission, he was going to try and get you back, to be there to support you and the little one, no matter what it will cost him.

—

KOFI

[gotafewtricks]

Imagine waking up next to Kiriko; the bed sheets were all over the place, given how the girl would always toss and turn during her rest. She was not plagued by nightmares, moreso, her body is very used to being so, so active. You like to think of her as a dog, in a way—in comparison to their dreaming habits; if you've ever seen those clips of the animal moving their legs around on their sleep.

The two of you were snug against the other, the girl pulling you closer into her embrace. It was a tiresome day for her, as she busied her afternoon with cardio. Sprinting from alleyway to alleyway, you proposed the idea of leading her back to the shared place between you two; wanting to massage her sore muscles from all of her exerted efforts. Kiriko would assure you that the fox spirit has her protected, and that she needs to get some food in your system. You'd snicker at the fact that she was referencing doughnuts.

You knew that your girlfriend's sweet tooth was her Achille's heel, often times teasing her about it relentlessly. If she can have her cunning jabs at you, then you should be allowed to fight fire with fire. All jokes aside, the carbohydrates and sugars help Kiriko replenish her energy, as she burns numerous calories day-to-day. She'll never get herself sick on purpose with them, as she understands her importance in her value and worth for the community, and should be in the best shape to protect her people—to protect you.

Oh, and to also protect her "dignity"; as she would ask what she did to deserve you scolding her about sweets, whenever her mother does that enough already? You tell her that you're just worried about her intake in relation with her health; she knows that. She just wants to lazily complain to you in the morning. Even if you two found yourselves on opposite sides of the bed, or even on the floor below, Kiriko would be adamant on pulling you right on up into her embrace.

As she would rock you back and forth in her strong arms, muscles defined from years and year's worth of training, she'd nibble teasingly along your neck. "Love you."

[peaxhxhair]

a sequel to love hate would be sooooooooo sexy i loved that fic sm 🤤🤤 me when mean woman

Love/Hate Relationship (PT.2)

A/n: How long will it take Els to finish a request? Answer- over six months apparently?? Time flies or whatever. Anyway hope you enjoy teehee.

How long have you been stood in this doorway for? Probably far too long. Did you care? No. Not when the view was this good.

It was almost endearing, the way she ignored you. You wouldn't expect anything else from her, yet here you were, watching her work in probably the creepiest way possible.

"You look good without your lab coat, too" Your joke did not receive a laugh, though it did kind of get an annoyed sigh from the redhead. The silence that followed confused you, usually she would offer something of a greeting when you appeared in her office. It did often happen so be some form of insult, but you liked it that way. This time? Not so much as a glance your way.

"Something on your mind, doc?" You push away from the doorframe to journey further into her office - stopping behind her chair to look over her shoulder. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary on her desk, well, it didn't seem that way to you. You weren't all that versed on all of her science stuff.

She leans back as your chin rests on the back of her chair - your heads now closer together than you had expected them to be. Moira turns her head towards you - that same unimpressed stare looking back at you. Though, she didn't tell you to move, and you had no intention of doing so.

Your eyes locked for way longer than you had ever expected from her. Why wasn't she saying anything? That was the worst part - not knowing what was going on in her mind. She had a brilliant brain, always thinking of something. But this time, was she thinking anything at all? She had to be - but what if it was bad? No- usually she'd speak her mind if it was negative. Then does that mean-

"You're overthinking" Her voice startled you, though it was nice to hear. You gulp - throat feeling all too dry now you had stared into her eyes for so long. She was right - as always - you were overthinking.

"Trying to know what you're thinking.." You whisper, and for a second she laughs at you, her eyes creasing at the edges as she chuckles.

"Your mind is not enhanced enough to figure it out" There was a slight teasing to her tone, but you knew she meant every word. Your mind was enhanced enough to know she just called you stupid - and it was a little pathetic that you laughed at it.

She raises her hand after a second - shushing you. "Hush now, some of us are working" Ah, there it is. For a second you thought this was a bonding moment.

[fattummyt]

Genji Shimada/Gender Neutral Reader - Physical Therapy 🌶️

Summary: After months of physical therapy, Genji arrives with complaints of lacking feeling in his new penis prosthetic. In order to remedy this, you offer a more hands on approach.

Tags: hand job, professional demeanor, doctor/patient, prosthetics, medical examination, medical kink, light masochism, light sadism, pain play,

Warnings: explicit

Author's Notes: L/N = Last name.

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"Doctor L/N."

"Mr. Shimada. How have you been doing since we last met? Enjoying your new prosthetic?"

His prosthetic penis, to be exact.

"That's... What I wanted to talk to you about."

"Sure, what's the issue?"

"I... do not have feeling in my... penis."

You gave him a peculiar look.

"Are you experiencing involuntary arousal, at least?"

"No-- not physically, I mean. Despite having sexual urges, I cannot become erect."

"Let's see. Perhaps there's a problem with the unit. Would you mind removing your codpiece?"

Genji nodded determinedly, rather easily removing the fairly intricate piece of metal and setting it aside.

Clearly this is a process he's grown accustomed to.

The matte black phallus laid flaccid against his thigh.

Despite his initial obliviousness when it was first installed, he appeared rather nervous observing it now.

"Can you show me what you typically do to stimulate an erection?"

"Yes." He took the shaft in hand, shifting it around oddly before stroking it limp with his fingers.

"Have you tried any other methods of stimulation? Vibration? Or perhaps even Oral?"

Genji chuckled nervously behind his mask, "I am not that ambitious yet, Doctor L/N. Just stroking."

"That's odd. It was working just fine during initial tests."

"I was not able to masturbate some of the days you requested due to missions. Could this possibly explain my dysfunction?"

"Not to this degree. Could I examine you for a moment?"

"Y-yes, of course." He replied.

You turned, dropping your clipboard on the counter as you fetched a pair of latex gloves.

"This should be a fairly routine examination so you don't need to worry about any new sensations."

He reclined back on the exam table.

"I trust you won't have any trouble making me aroused, Dr. L/N."

"You know the funny thing about arousal is." You snapped your glove against your wrist and he felt himself shudder a bit. "The issue may not always be a matter of physical stimulation, but rather, mental."

"Do you understand what I mean, Mr. Shimada?" You approached, standing beside him now.

"I am... not sure I understand, Dr. L/N."

You grabbed hold of his shaft squeezing it so hard he sat straight up, gripping your wrist.

"D-doctor--"

"Was that too hard?"

He groaned, nodding quickly as you loosened your hold, stroking tepidly up his shaft.

"I'm sorry, I had to test my theory. Do you feel any arousal now?"

"N-no." He started. "Well -- actually yes."

"That's a good sign." You smiled, his cock growing stiffer in your grip. "Perhaps pain is more of what you need?"

"N–no!" Genji interrupted. "I believe this method is doing just fine."

"On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate your arousal right now?"

"Um, a four." Genji swallowed.

"Great. You're making fast progress."

"Thank you, Dr. L/N." He replied, involuntarily flexing his thighs.

You sped up your stroking now and Genji found the visor of his mask growing foggy with his faster breaths.

"Tell me, Mr. Shimada. Do you feel a clenching in your muscles, or maybe a faint trembling in your limbs?"

His nodding was delayed, distracted by the soft crinkling and the subtle warmth of your gloved hand against his cock.

A slick, clear liquid dribbled down his tip onto your glove and you paused stroking for a moment to examine the stringy consistency between your fingers.

"You're even developing preejaculate faster than I expected. Do you typically use an external liquid lubricant, or do you prefer more natural substitutes?"

"I," He swallowed. "Prefer it dry."

"From now on, I suggest using a silicone based lubrication in the future to prolong your erection."

"But for the sake of preference today, I'll just stick to your natural precum."

Genji swallowed a muffled moan behind his visor before responding. "Yes thank you-- Doctor."

You rubbed your thumb along his tip, smearing the precum all along his head and a sensation that could only be described as electricity jolted through his body.

"Docto--" "--Interesting. Your penis seems to be reacting fine now. In fact you appear to be hypersensitive. Are you alright with this? Overstimulation could make reaching orgasm more difficult."

"Yes-yes." He pressed his fingers into the cushioned seat below him.

"Great. If you ever feel like you can't handle it, just let me know and we can adjust those settings."

Despite his hollow mask, you could hear the quiet, pitchy breaths he attempted to silence.

"How would you rate your arousal now?"

"Hach --eight."

"Great. And how would you rate your pleasure?"

He swallowed, shuddering slightly before replying. "E-ight."

"Amazing." You replied. He offered a small whimper in reply.

"S-sorry, I d-do not, usually make th-this much noise."

"You're perfectly fine. I can't stress the importance of positive vocal affirmations during self pleasure. Especially in your case, Mr. Shimada. Consider ejaculation the cooldown to an intense physical therapy session."

"Y-you want me to moan?"

"Use any vocal feedback that you feel is beneficial to your arousal. Understand?"

He nodded energetically. "Absolutely."

A low, desperate moan echoed from inside his helmet.

He replied with a breathy sigh as you slowed, stroking longingly from the base of his shaft with a tight fist, forcing more precum from his tip.

"Doctor." He moaned, grasping your free hand which rested on his seat.

The metal musculature on his chest was beginning to grow noticeably hotter under your touch.

"I'm g-going to cum, Doctor."

"Great. Now that you're nearing ejaculation, let your body relax and your mind wander. Don't concern yourself with social limitations. Do what you feel will best encourage a strong orgasm."

"Y-yes, Doctor." He panted.

His mask opened as his head fell back, unabashedly groaning into the air as his muscles strained, gripping your hand intensely as his voice trailed off into rhythmic, distressed grunts of ecstasy.

His cock throbbed as warm, white cum rolled down your knuckles to the floor beneath.

Your hand lingered there just a moment before you pulled away, fetching a tissue from the box just underneath the examination table.

"How was that? Mr. Shimada?"

Genji, penis still semi erect, breathed audibly as his cock throbbed with aftershocks. Only able to offer you a subtle nod.

"Fantastic. Feel free to catch your breath as I finish up here with your paperwork."

By the time you returned to speak with Genji his codpiece had returned to where it sat, covering his crotch. While his overall appearance may have seemed a little worse for wear, his overall disposition seemed upbeat and attentive.

"You're all ready to go, Mr. Shimada."

"Thank you. Doctor."

"Are there any more questions you have for me, before you go?"

"Yes, uh. About today's examination–"

"Doctor patient confidentiality." You smiled.

"Um, no. I was going to ask… about getting a check up exam next month?"

You were taken aback, chuckling briefly, before waving him toward you. "Let's get you scheduled."

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[starlightocelot]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Overwatch (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Moira O'Deorain/Reader Characters: Moira O'Deorain, Reader, Angela “Mercy” Ziegler (mentioned) Additional Tags: Gender-neutral Reader, Autistic Reader, Autism Spectrum, Autism, Domestic Fluff, Kissing, Awkward Conversations, Toothbrushing, sensory issues, Mentions of Blood, Fluff and Humor, No use of y/n Series: Part 2 of Moira and her Autistic!SO Summary:

In which, Moira discovers one of your bad habits and does everything she can to (reasonably) alleviate you of it

(First fic back after nearly 2 year hiatus, les go)

[radiolore]

im completely normal about them

we not gonna talk about how much I struggled to draw them kissing

but anywayz!!!

venture x synder real!!!!

(I don't have a pirate name for them yet pls help I can't keep calling them by their legal name like a loser 😭😭)

(also ignore the fact they changed outfits it was a separate draeing for smth else 😭🙏)

[empresskadia]

hey gal ~ Just wanted 2 say it’s really lovely to hear about your OCs!💖 I read all the tags on your posts about them so I can get the Lore 😆 You seem to be having so much fun developing them, it’s great to see 💕

-Mako

I-

MAKO!!!

Thank you 💕💕

I dont even know how to express the feelings that I'm feeling, but I just want to cry because this makes me feel so validated.

I've been self-indulgeding lately with them, and I appreciate and thank you for reading about them 💕

[sawyer-is-not-my-name]

Oliver Wood x GN! Reader

synopsis: after the Battle of Hogwarts neither you or your quidditch start fiancé are sure you’ll be making it to your wedding day

warnings: mentions of death and dying, sad, angst

By the end of the battle Oliver was left searching for his fiancé anywhere he could, he almost thought you had fled back to the small cottage you both recently bought together. That was until he saw you on a makeshift bed in the great hall. He immediately rushed to your side, kneeling on the floor beside you, grabbing your hand as he called for someone to help.

He didn’t know any healing spells that would help in this severity. Sure quidditch had led to a plethora of injuries but none of the spells he knew could fix this. All of his were quick fixes, for when he tweaked something during a game, or had to numb a pain.

“Oh leannan…” his free hand gently stroked over your cheek, he muttered a quick spell numbing your pain. Watching as your hand gently gripped his, and the look of pain subsided into discomfort instead, “Oli?” He tried his best to reassure you, running a hand gently through your hair. “I’m right here leannan” he said before looking back to see if someone was coming his way to help.

“Don’t leave me please,” he shook his head, “never, not now or ever” y/n had tears in their eyes, “I don’t want to die Oli” he shook his head tears spilling down his cheeks, “you’re not going to leannan.” Part of both of you was already going through the possibility, what if you were going to die, what if you never got to see your handsome fiancé at the alter. What if you’d never return to the cottage you both shared. What if Oliver had to go home alone, left with only your memory. What if youre whole future together was only 10 more minutes.

Tears rushed down both of your cheeks, one of his hands cupping your face to pull you into a kiss, “leannan, we’re going to get through this together” Right at the that moment someone came rushing to your aid.

The person who was now at your side, was no other than Madam Pomfrey, she did a quick once over of the couple in front of her. Recognizing them both immediately remembering the times y/n would sit with oliver whenever he was stuck in the infirmary because of a quidditch related accident.

The pair had now flipped roles, Oliver tenderly keeping y/n attentive so Madam Pomfrey could do her best to fix y/n. She looked at Oliver, he seemed to have gotten the message pointing to the large wound on y/n side that they themselves didn’t even know they had. She carefully and quickly got to work.

When she finished she informed Oliver, that his fiancé would have to be transferred quickly to St. Mungo’s, and even then she couldn’t guarantee that y/n would live. Oliver took that as a challenge getting to St. Mungo’s in record time carefully making sure nothing happened to y/n.

—

by the time they were situated in a room, in a hospital that was quickly filling up, Oliver still hadn’t lost hope. He intended to make sure you both got through this, just like he said you both would. That didn’t make it any easier watching healer walk in and out of your room, while searching for signs of improvement in you.

You’d been out for a week now, your body looking better but you still weren’t even awake. Not as much as a hand squeeze or fluttering of your eyelids had happened. The only sound he heard was your breathing. He wanted to talk to you and despite not knowing if you could hear him, he did.

“Leannan if you can hear me, I need you here. I can’t do this by myself” his voice seemed to break, but he continued, “We’ve still got a whole wedding to plan, and guests to invite, and a cottage we have to go back to. But I can’t go back without you, you make it home.” He couldn’t help but let out a sob. His head coming down to rest on the bed as he cried.

It wasn’t until your other hand made its way to his hair gently combing through it, that he calmed down a bit. “I love you Oli” you whispered through a raspy voice. “I love you too, let me go get a healer.” He was about to leave when you gently grabbed his wrist, he knew you were still weak so he didn’t pull away. “Stay here a moment please” he nodded, sitting back down and running a hand through your hair.

Spending a few moments in a comfortable silence, Oliver finally calming down now that you were awake but still wanting you to be checked out by a healer. “Oliver have you been getting sleep, or eating?” you looked over the disheveled man in front of you, he looked down bashfully, “some, it was hard having you in this position, didn’t want to leave your side.” you understood that, anytime oliver had a quidditch accident you never left his side no matter how insignificant it might be, you never left, you felt uneasy leaving him alone. You felt pain for Oliver never having wanted him to go through that.

The quidditch star in front of you still looked like he wanted to get up, “You still want to get that healer m, huh?” He nodded eagerly, he wasn’t resting until you were checked out and truthfully he wouldn’t rest properly until you both were able to sleep in your own bed. “Go ahead love” he got up bolting to go get a healer, and rushing them to your side. Checking over you and running a few tests before deciding you were doing much better than they thought. but opting to keep you one more night.

The night came and went Oliver still not sleeping, you did however make him split a meal with you, making sure your soon to be husband didn’t wither away before the wedding. As the time to leave came around you were beyond excited to get back home in your own bed, and cuddle with the love of your life.

Oliver carefully helped you into a clean change of your own clothes that his family had dropped off for you, staying to chat with you yesterday, beyond happy to see the improvement that had been made and to hear you’d be coming home to your cottage in Scotland. Much closer to them then St. Mungo’s.

Oliver gently held you up as you leaned into him for support still not at full strength but with the potions they gave you, you would be in a week or so. You held on tight to oliver as he apparated the two of you back home to the cottage. “Can we just cuddle and go to sleep?” you asked him, looking up at him. He nodded letting out a sigh of relief, his shoulders had finally relaxed. “Of course leannan that sounds amazing” he gently picked you up, holding you close to him as he walked you both to the shared bedroom carefully placing you down.

He helped you change into more comfortable clothes before changing himself, then getting in bed with you. You pulled him into your chest. your finger playing with his hair, gently lulling you both to sleep in no time. Having survived the war, and having a wedding to plan and a knot to tie in the near future.