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[reapers-carino]

Sfw and NSFW headcannons for a Sombra x Female reader who is learning to hack please(Not sure if this has been asked yet)? 💜 ^^ Sombra takes reader under her wing so they spend a lot of time together. They sort of just click?

It wasn’t often that someone tried to hack Sombra but you were curious and an amateur and you had made it past two of her firewalls. You were sloppy but you had obvious talent so she had to see you

She just appears in your place, gun drawn and is expecting you to beg for your life but instead you’re like ‘Well that was cool…you gonna shoot me now or can I ask you some questions about that gun?’

She is INSTANTLY intrigued by you because there is no begging or manipulation in your words, just a casual sarcasm/quickness that she just adores. The both of you go back and forth a lot especially when she is teaching you

The two of you end up creating a shorthand kind of language between the both of you, you shorten a word and then she responds and she adores you because ‘holy shit this girl speaks my language’

You make the first move and it surprises the hell out of her, she’s over your shoulder, pointing out a mistake in your coding and you just kiss her on the cheek. ‘Hope that was okay, been wanting to do that for a while’. She stares before she is wrapping her arms around you and kissing you back 

From then on you two are obnoxiously affectionate, she’ll hide little messages in the code. ‘For you to catch’. The messages range from te amo, boop to turn around and besame. When she can’t be there, they’re especially nice to find and she gets a notification. You’ll send her something back over your private texting app

NSFW

You both are perverts but Sombra as your ‘teacher’ loves to give you little incentives to break her test codes

She will strap vibrators to your clit and nips and then give you a code to begin to work on. The vibrations slowly grow  in intensity, matching the difficulty of the hacks and all she says is ‘You gotta learn to work under pressure, dulzura~’

If she isn’t using toys, she absolutely adores sneaking up on you and slowly pushing her hands underneath your shirt, nibbling on your neck and watching you code. When you moan and slip up she is still nibbling on your skin but will pull back a little and say you made a mistake. Depending on the day you both don’t care and things turn steamy from there

[thetiniestcicada]

Your CA Mercy's expression makes me feel all warm and happy ^^ 💕 wonderful work~

aaa thank you so very much!!! ꒰♡ˊ͈ ु꒳ ूˋ͈꒱.⑅*♡

[modernmikasa]

Please get to feeling better ♡

Thank you, hun. I really just need to stop and let my body rest a little. I've been putting too much stress on it lately that's all. 

[reapers-carino]

Can I request a mix of two of the soft angst starters? "Can I hug you?" And "Go on, cry." For a fem reader with a Gabriel who just got his powers from Moira? I feel like this could be a feels trip :'D

“A pinch more salt…and a little basil…and done!”

A pleased smile had settled on your lips as you added the final touches to the pasta sauce that was simmering away on the stove. Tuesdays and Thursdays you cooked dinner for Gabriel, giving him a break from the mess hall and his role as big bad boss. Behind the closed doors of his officer quarters, he was simply Gabi, your boyfriend and someone who deserved a break from all their work. Cooking was something simple and fairly quick that you could do, something that the man appreciated and made you feel like you were doing something to alleviate the mounting stress on his shoulders. 

Blackwatch had been facing increasing scrutiny by the UN due to their latest ‘aquisition’, the shamed geneticist Moira O’Deorain. She was a genius, you could give her that and Gabriel had said as much, comparing her to Overwatch’s ‘angelic’ Angela Ziegler. But her tendency to tiptoe the line of ethical egoism made her dangerous, the Irish woman often conducting experiments with or on Blackwatch agents with no clear definition of what the outcomes might be. When her experimentations were successful, they were impressive, but when they failed the responsibility of the maimed or dead fell directly on Gabriel. Gabriel, for the most part, was mum about what went wrong, seeing as you were not only a civilian but also someone he wanted to keep separated from the lifestyle he had found himself in. You were his refuge and he didn’t want to endanger that or you by letting you know too much. You figured you could respect that if that what he truly wanted. 

You jumped up onto the counter as you waited for the water to boil, legs swinging and feet kicking as your fingers typed away on your tablet. Your eyes lit up as a notification popped up on the screen, alerting you to the fact that the door had just been opened. 

“Gabi”, you cried out happily, jumping from the counter and dashing from the kitchen to the small foyer that led into the apartment. A wide grin settled on your lips as you rounded the corner, eyes catching sight of your boyfriend. “How ar–?!”

Your words died in your throat as you looked the man over, a hard knot of concern forming in your throat. Gabriel was leaning heavily against the inside of the door, body hunched over as he wheezed painfully. He looked disheveled, his hoodie and beanie missing, dressed in only his combat boots and cargo pants, hands clawing at the door. Or what was left of his hands. Black and gray smoke curled off of his body in steady plumes, rising from his shoulders and head and arms and fingers. His eyes darted between his hands, frantic, clenching and opening his fists, the smoke only intensifying as his panic increased. 

Your brow was furrowed tight in confusion, your own eyes dancing over his body, trying to wrap your mind around what might be going wrong and how you could help. Gabriel’s eyes jumped to yours, the sheer unabashed terror that danced across his features grabbing your heart in a vice grip. Now wasn’t the time to wonder the whats, he was drowning in his own thoughts, obviously frightened of what was happening to him and he needed you…

“Hey”, you called out, moving closer to the man, his eyes growing fractionally wider. A comforting smile settled onto your lips, both palms faced upwards and arms opened. “It’s okay…hey Gabi focus on me…yeah?”

Gabriel flinched when your hand reached for him, your reach stopping but hand still extended to the man to show you weren’t afraid. Even his brown eyes seemed to have taken on a smokier hue, black lapping at the warm brown of his irises. This was a look you had seen before, albeit rarely; Gabriel was in the throes of a full-blown panic attack. Gabriel was open about his lifelong struggle with anxiety that was further exacerbated by PTSD from after the war. Even after therapy, he was plagued by nightmares of what he had gone through during the war, the things he had both seen and endured. 

Those nights he would wake up alert and anxious, mind battling against reality as he tried to come to terms that he was battling an enemy that wasn’t actually there. You had learned through long discussions and experience that Gabriel craved an anchor, something that he could feel and touch, something that could ground him to the here and now. You’d gently place your hand in his and he’d slowly lean into you, bit by bit moving closer and closer to you, your arms eventually wrapping around him as his head would come to rest on your shoulder. Time would tick away bit by bit until he found his footing once more, the two of you rearranging your schedules and spending the day recuperating with one another or members of his team he considered family. And you would do the same now. 

“Gabriel”, you repeated softly, lowering yourself to the ground carefully and settling on your knees. His eyes continued to follow you, his back sliding down the door as your hand reached out, taking his smoking limb into your own. 

His hand felt both solid and cushiony, his palm resting against your, his fingers squeezing at yours before giving way to light whispy touches against the back of your hand. You smiled warmly, openly, Gabriel’s eyes darting between your eyes to your intertwined hands, the amount of smoke pouring from his lips with each breath decreasing as he stared at you. You watched the tension in his shoulders slowly ebb, giving way to all-encompassing exhaustion, his body pitching forward and his head falling to your shoulder. Slowly, carefully your fingers slid from his, your cheek nuzzling against the side of his head gently.

“Can I hug you”, you asked softly, waiting for the slightest nod before your arms wrapped around his body gently, carefully, his own arms wrapping around you bruisingly tight. Your hands gingerly rubbed up and down his spine, his body pressing even further into yours, the man sucking in a shuddering breath of air as his fingers clawed at the back of your shirt. He hiccuped once, twice, before your left hand smoothed up his spine, fingers combing through his thick black curls as you pressed his head closer to the side of your neck. “It’s okay Gabi…go on, cry. I’m here for you.”

The fragile dam that had been up finally broke as his shoulders completely sagged and a ragged sob escaped his lips, the hot warmth of tears touching your neck before running down into your shirt. You softly hummed and shushed in the back of your throat, letting him have this.Whatever he had been through, he needed to let this out and you would be there for him to help pick him back up when needed.

[reapers-carino]

Here is a few and they can apply to both ^^ Favorite treat to have on a hot day? Favorite form of affection? Guilty pleasure? How they show affection to their respective significant other(s)? Wake up style? (Groggy, morning person, other?)

Serena

Fave hot day treat: Water ice/Italian Ice! She loooves the stuff, her fave thing to do is mix green apple, blue raspberry, cherry and a bunch of marshmallow topping

Favorite form of affection: Serena love love loves hugs and cuddles. She doesn’t care where they are she will literally just wrap her arms around Gabe or move into his space and lean back into him and forcibly wrap his arms around her. Whenever this happens, Gabe barely acts like anything different is happening and just keeps rolling. Honestly, who is going to call out their scary ass commander and his second in command? Plus this isn’t the military and there’s nothing against fraternization

Guilty pleasure: Eating whipped cream straight from the can and her intense love of all things lisa frank. Reyes has jokingly called her a fake goth for that and she calls him out for his intense childhood love of One Direction

Affection: Serena is constantly affectionate. She is kisses on the cheek if she’s walking by Gabe or cuddle and nuzzles while just relaxing in the lounge. She never really leave any question on how in love she is with him. Plus they both know when the other is having a hard day. So she will worm her way into his arms no matter what or force him to take at least a five minute break.

Wake up style: Groggy, she constantly calls Gabe some military demon because hewakes up bright and early and is actually awake early in the mornings. It takes at least two cups of strong coffee filled with cream and sugar to get her out of bed

Ava

Fave hot day treat: So pre-explosion they were any ice cream bars although she particularly loved the mini honeycomb crunch or golden gaytime bar. Post explosion it was just water. like nothing is more refreshing than water on a sweltering hot day. After leaving oz it was dippin dots. They’re so colorful and tiny and yummy

Favorite form of affection: She loves when they pick her up and hug her because she’s a foot shorter than Jamie and two feet shorter than Mako. When they lift her up to their height so she can kiss them or just place her on his back, she is just so happy

Guilty pleasure: In every country that they go to, in every hotel that they stay in, Ava orders room service and loves to relaxing in the hot tub or bath tub filled with bubbles and acting like those hoity toity rich folk she remembers seeing on TV as a kid. Now Jamie and Mako knows she does this but she still feels shy about it because it’s kind of ridiculous….but they join her sometimes

Affection: Ava shows it in taking care of both of her guys; healing them, fixing their weapons, cooking them meals and giving them cover stories. She is very physically affectionate, they all are, but Jamie and Mako say they can ‘taste’ and feel her love whenever she does these types of things for them

Wake Up Style: All of the Junkers are light sleepers but that does not mean they are morning people. They are all groggy, sleepy people in the morning and absolutely abhor waking up before noon. Ava however is always up first because she wants to fix breakfast