#Overwatch fic

[froggibus]

Valentine's NSFW - Overwatch Men

Pairings: Baptiste, Cassidy, Genji, Hanzo, Ramattra & Reaper x fem! reader (reader uses she/her pronouns + has a pussy)

Genre: smut/NSFW

CW: cheesy Valentines things, aftercare, manhandling, bondage, role play, toys, shibari, praise, degradation, dirty talk, oral (giving & receiving) unprotected sex, p in v, cum stuffing, overstimulation, cervix fucking, teasing

i flopped so hard this Valentine’s Day but here’s some overwatch content 😭 im sorry my fellow lucio enjoyers i simply couldn’t do it i could not write him for valentines

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Baptiste:

he’s a busy man, it’s a rare occasion that he has a day off, let alone two 

wants to make the most of his time with you 

takes his time to decorate your room, even changing the sheets to nice red ones and lighting some candles

for him it’s all about the ambience 

takes his time to seduce you, starting with kissing you, then moving down your neck and so on

takes his time with your chest, his expert hands turning you into a moaning mess 

when you’re finally so wet that you’re begging him just to touch you, he knows you’re ready

has you spread out on the bed, his head buried between your legs 

it’s been so long since he was able to eat you out, it’s like a feast to him 

doesn’t stop until you’ve came on his face at least twice, until his beard and chin are dripping with your juices 

he’s so gentle but so intentional with his touches 

teases your clit with his cock and laughs at the way you squirm and plead for him to put it in 

once he puts it in, it’s not coming out until he’s fully satisfied 

the man is insatiable, he’s drilling his cock into you like he’s trying to push it straight into your womb

it brushes your cervix and makes you wince, the pain only adding to the overwhelming pleasure you feel

loves cumming inside of you but saves it for special occasions like today

his aftercare is unmatched, the man has a basket of things to help soothe you after the fact 

he’ll massage your shoulders and talk you down

and always forces you to pee because god forbid you get a UTI (although he’d take extra good care of you then, too)

Cassidy:

wants to try absolutely anything

he’s always a kinky mf but Valentine’s is his excuse to dial it up to 11

buys you cute underwear that you can show off to him 

wants to roleplay 

once you get in bed with this man you’re not getting out all night 

he’ll have your hands cuffed behind your back while he watches you try to ride him 

just watching you struggle to take his cock without bracing yourself with his hands is enough to have him cumming

it’s just so cute how pathetic you are, dragging your walls up and down his thick cock and whining how it’s “too much”

gets tired of your whining and has you flipped in doggy, your head pressed into the mattress

this man is breeding you for hours

even after your pussy is aching and dripping with his cum, he’ll try to keep going 

switches between praise and degradation so fast he gives you whiplash

“so good f’me…takin’ my cock so well.”

spanks you if you get too quiet

“fuck, you’re sucha slut for me, aren’t ya?”

there will be bruises on your wrists from the handcuffs

when he finally lets you out of the bed, you can’t even walk on your own

so he runs you a hot bath with nice smelling salts, candles and lotions 

Genji:

kinky mf 

he’s probably been preparing for tonight for months 

has some of that aphrodisiac chocolate and definitely feeds it to you

so much foreplay 

he has you laying against his chest, legs spread out over his own, your pussy wide open for his fingers to dip into 

he loves playing with you and teasing you, listening to you whimper that’s it’s ’too much’ and you ‘can’t take it anymore’

your cute whines must make him want to bury his cock in you and pound you 

but tonight is about you and he wants to take his time 

definitely brought some toys with him, like a magic wand and a rabbit 

has the vibrator pressed against your clit while he fingers you

even after you cum a few times and whine about how you’re getting overstimulated, he still wants to fuck you until your brain is mush

it’s sweet relief when he finally puts the toys away and lays you down on the bed

you weakly spread your legs around his hips and give him access to your puffy pussy

feels so fucking good 

he gets so deep inside you every time, and he’s going slow enough that you can feel it every time his cockhead brushes your walls

whispers praises in your ear about how good you are, about how you just need to give him one more and he’ll be done 

“one more” turns into an extra hour 

by the end of the night, you’re completely fucked out and drooling, your pussy aching from how good he took care of you

helps you clean yourself up, planting kisses on your burning skin  

Hanzo:

SHIBARI

he’s been waiting so long for you to want to try it

you run to the bedroom when you get back from dinner 

Hanzo is so patient waiting outside until you finally yell come in 

you’ve stripped yourself to just your lingerie and you’re kneeling on the floor, holding silky red ropes in your hands 

he’s instantly hard just seeing you submit to him 

binds you up so nicely in the pretty little ropes, making sure you’re properly tied but keeping all your good places on display

manhandles you in front of him so he can prod at that pretty mouth with his cock

smears pre all of your lips and cheeks before pushing past your mouth and finally feeling your tongue on his length

you look so cute and helpless sitting beneath him and slobbering on his cock 

probably straight up carries you by the ropes on your back and tosses you into the bed 

you are doing it in every position tonight 

bent over, balls slapping your clit with every thrust 

on top of him, laying on his chest clawing desperately while he pounds you

against the wall, over the bed, on your knees, on his lap

he’s taking you any way he can

ends it in a mating press, undoing some of the ropes to offer you enough slack to fold your knees into your chest

leans over and coos about how cute you look with tears and cum smeared on your face

you’re stuffed with cum at the end of the night, laid out in the bed, face on his chest

Ramattra:

has no idea what Valentines is, and even after you explain doesn’t quite understand it

but if it’s important to you…

is teasing you the whole fucking day 

pinning you against the wall and rubbing your pussy until you’re dripping wet, pulling you into his lap when you walk by so you can feel the thrumming in his crotch plate 

he wants you soaked, prepped and ready for him at any time so that when he does decide to take you, he doesn’t have to waste any time

has you cockwarming him while he does work, an arm around your waist to hold you down on his massive length while his other taps away at a keyboard 

you’re squirming and writhing in his lap for more but his grip is like iron 

eventually he gives in to your incessant pleasing

“it’s St Valentines after all”

but don’t even think about trying to disobey him or try anything funny 

pretty much uses you like a flesh light the rest of the night 

the benefit of him being so strong is that he can manoeuvre you in anyway that he wants 

and given that he’s an omnic, he can go all night and never falter 

he’s brutal with his thrusts, pounding into you until your juices are spraying out and coating the plates of his thighs

“Look at how you’re gushing on me,” he teases, “look at how ruined your pussy is.”

probably fucks you until you’re on the verge of falling asleep 

after he’s done with you, when you’re laying and looking al cute and fucked out in his bed

he’ll just brush your hair away from your face. “Happy St Valentine’s, dear.”

Reaper:

he does not give a fuck about Valentine’s Day 

but if it gives him an excuse to take you in anyway he wants, he’s in

absolutely not what he has in mind when you’re binding him to your headboard with handcuffs 

he won’t admit it but he’s into it 

you spend over an hour just teasing him 

rubbing, licking, drooling on his cock, watching the way he shifts uncomfortably with every move 

it’s only after he calls out, “just fuck me or move on, please” that you listen to him 

Reyes never says please so you know he’s desperate 

of course you won’t even think about putting his cock inside of you until he's came in your mouth at least once

when you finally straddle his hips and sink down on his cock, Reaper is beyond impatient 

he’s straining against his handcuffs, telling you what a whore you are and how he can’t wait to get out of these and fuck you silly

you ride him painfully slow, scratching up his chest with your nails as you slide up and down his cock

eventually you get desperate and start bouncing even more, forcing his cock as deep as it can go

just as you’re about to cum, Reaper snaps the bedposts and frees his hands 

you’re in shock from the pure fucking strength it took and have no time to react before he’s flipping you on your back and taking you 

the muscles in his arms are strained as he props himself up above you, veins protruding 

just for teasing him, you’re not leaving the room until you’ve come at least three or four times 

or unless you beg for mercy (though Gabe is a wild card, and it’s a 50/50 if he’ll even let you go)

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#overwatch 2 #overwatch #ow2 #overwatch x reader #overwatch x you #ow #overwatch fic #xreader #overwatch headcanons #x you #cole cassidy x you #cole cassidy smut #genji shimada #Genji Shimada x reader #Genji Shimada smut #ramattra x reader #Ramattra smut #baptiste augustin x reader #Baptiste augustin smut #reaper x reader #reaper smut #Hanzo Shimada #Hanzo Shimada smut

[diorkittys]

a rock and their diamond ˚ ♡ ⋆｡ venture + [bimbo] reader {hcs}

synopsis : venture with a dumb, bimbo-ish, sexy gf… i mean c’mon it’s already canon

—TW : some nsfw hcs , slight exhibitionism , reader is very suggestively a girl , big tits (ahh boo!!!)

art credits : leesam_23

“oh cool! i had a friend obsessed with archeology back in high school; she told me i was a libra!”

“you mean astrology…?” dr. ziegler raised her brow.

“um… i don’t think it had anything to do with space.”

that was the moment sloane cameron knew you were the one.

you’re ditzy, beauty, sexy, (and tall)—quite the opposite to your venturous partner. and most could describe you two as the ‘beauty and brains’.

venture was enraptured the very second they laid their eyes on you. talk about the star of the show; everyone’s attention was focused on you the moment you walked into that dig site.

you’re tiny pink dress that hugged the curve of your waist so tight—barely covering your ass and most definitely straining against your tits (not that sloane was looking…). your long legs and plush thighs that made the archeologist gulp. tall, elegant heels which only put you on more of a pedestal. and if people weren’t already drooling over your body, your face definitely topped the cake. you were gorgeous through and through. a doll.

and, yet, through all sloane’s nervousness, they could tell you looked a tad lost.

“hi! sloane cameron. are you looking for something?” they reached a hand out which you gladly shook; venture noticing your pretty, pink acrylics.

“yes! my daddy works in the medical tent—any idea where i could find it? sure doesn’t look like a fun camping trip though.”

sloane shook the last comment off, saying they’d show you where the tent is. although the digger was dusty and smelled like minerals, you decided to follow close beside them.

that’s where they introduced you to dr ziegler. “are you a doctor too?” you’d ask. “oh, gosh, no. i’m one of the archeologists working here.” and there, the infamous moment took place.

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venture refers to you as various different gemstones, which you love. their go-to’s being ‘opal’, ‘angel’ (short for angelite), and, of course, diamond—your favorite.

^ “almost done w these soil samples. then omw home opal! xo” sloane would reply with to your needy texts.

^ “what’d you want f’dinner, angel?” they’d ask, wrapping scarred arms around you from behind.

^ “you look as stunning as always, diamond.” watching you give a twirl to showcase your outfit for tonight—something always a little teasing and small… not that venture had any complaints.

sloane worked late hours, fully devoted to their passion. you would usually find them hunched over at the table. slim fingers pressing circles into their shoulders, massaging away the tension. your partner would sigh, leaning back before taking your hand and guiding you into their lap. they’d explain their most recent endeavor and you would listen… even though the information went into one ear and out the other.

“ya’ know?” you, in fact, did not know, but gave a supportive nod anyways. sloane snorted, planting calloused hands on the plush of your hips as you straddled their waist. god, they wanted nothing more than to kiss that oblivious look off your face.

speaking of a suggestive kiss, does it come as a surprise that sloane just can’t get enough of you?

their hands are always on you, one way or another—how could they not? so much to grab, so much to play with.

they’d kneed your supple thighs, pinching the fat in awe. and they’d mewl as if it was their own flesh.

sometimes, venture would sit atop you in bed—spending time poking and prodding every part of you like a new toy… not caring about your excessive squirming, stifling little moans.

god, your breasts were the best part. sloane would do anything to be near them at all times. alone, the archeologist fondled your tits, squeezing your nipples between their middle and index and watching them harden. if you were a tease, sloane must be a sadist.

with you being eye candy, there was, of course, a lot of attention drawn to you. some would simply admire from afar, while others took a more brave approach.

venture isn’t a very jealous type… i mean, that’s what they’ve always believed about themselves. yet, seeing men flock to you like moths to a light—it was… irritating.

there was no such thing as ‘innocent’ conversations or ‘harmless’ touches when it came to you; everything anyone did was quite obviously intentional. and somehow, the cherry on the cake was always the follow up question, “did you come here alone?”

and as the men would compliment your hair, and subtly look at your finger for a ring, sloane would interject.

well… if you count standing a few feet away with a hot, red face staring daggers into the men’s eyes as interjection… then, yes, sloane interjected. but, the real problem solver was you, oblivious you. you, who knew you were pretty hot, but didn’t count anyone’s intentions as scandalous.

so, you’d see your partner in the distance and your eyes would immediately light up, waving your hand to call them over. maybe that’s all sloane needed, because as soon as they see that look of adoration in your face, all that anger would subside. you were theirs, after all.

don’t think those men would be off the hook, however. venture would most definitely slide an arm around your waist as you walk away… maybe slightly grabbing the round of your ass with a sly smirk on their face.

you loved to surprise your partner with visits at their job. you never minded dirt and grime and it mostly seemed like it avoided you all together.

venture would be in the middle of a log, wiping beads of sweat off their hairline after a long dig. “excavation log dash 2-3-3, this is sloane cameron speaking—my team and i just discovered a fascinating—“ “baby!!” you ran up to the archeologist, practically jumping on them as you curled your arms around their neck.

sloane would be startled before turning around and giving you an equally tight hug. others whisper about how lucky their coworker is since sloane’s face reached right between your tits. and to think your partner hated the height difference (not in the moment).

“okay, guys, hold that thought! i’ll be back!” your partner would wave.

speaking of surprises, you’d always come home with rocks for sloane. standing in front of your partner with hands behind your back, “guess.” you’d giggle. every night, the surprise was no different, but venture would entertain your enthusiasm.

“hmm… let’s see… is it… a flower?” “nope!” “candy?” “nuh uh.” “a perfectly preserved dilophosaurus spine fossil with all discs in tact?!” you looked around, “uh… i don’t think so?” venture would sigh.

you open your hands, revealing a smooth, brown rock about the size of your palm. “it’s a rock!” you smiled wide and sloane’s cheeks tinted red from how cute you could be. “thank you, diamond! i love it.” you’d sit next to them on the couch, holding onto their arm. “i found it on the sidewalk. what kind of fossil do you think it is? maybe a dinosaur one?”

sloane would pat your head, trying to refrain from explaining to you that most fossils are dinosaurs… and that you wouldn’t find one on the side walk. “angel, i think it’s just a rock—a cool rock nonetheless!” and that satisfied you enough.

honorable mention, but venture definitely buys packs of fossil dig kits for kids you could get at walmart. they keep them at their work station for when you visit because you love to be included in whatever sloane is doing.

sloane works on grid maps in their tent with you by their side, scraping down compacted sand to find your prize. “i did it!” you put down your tiny mallet. “good job, opal! what’d you get?” you pout your lips confusingly, “another rock?” venture, tiredly, rubs your shoulder, “it’s a fossil, opal…” you’re lucky, though, because this leads to a make out session.

when you do have your steamy moments in venture’s tent, it’s always the most passionate. maybe it’s the adrenaline of being caught, or the shameful thought of someone hearing you, either way, it’s exhilarating.

sloane would have you propped up on the table, pushing important papers to the ground. needy hands groping the plush flesh of your hips and your dress hitched up above your ass. your tongue grazing their chipped tooth and fingers tangling in brown hair.

of course, sloane would kiss down your neck reaching the cleavage of your breasts; their hands pushing them together, making the tops spill over the very tight fabric.

of course, you’d ask a dumb question about what if someone walks in. but, your partner is already pussy drunk and is looking up at you from between your thighs, shushing you and asking if you’d squeeze their head before going back down.

it’s very common to get odd looks when you’re both out in public. as previously mentioned, you two look complete opposites. you, in a matching pink track suit, tube top pushing against your tits, low rise sweatpants showing off the tramp stamp plastered on your lower back, g string imprinting on your hips with a cute navel piercing to go with it. you always have your makeup done, sunglasses atop your hair, and pink platform flip-flops… and venture!

venture with their hair a mess, tired eyebags from rarely sleeping, chipped tooth, a ‘we rock!’ oversized t shirt, baggy shorts that went to their knees, and old sneakers. two people you would never think you’d see together, yet holding hands and sloane pressing a kiss to your cheek whenever they could.

and, yes, it’s a little discouraging knowing no one thinks you would ever be with someone like sloane cameron. it’s an insecurity the archeologist keeps in the back of their head. but, without fail, you’ve always introduced them as yours… and that makes any doubts fade away—knowing you hold your relationship with pride.

of course, a few months into dating, venture would make sure you didn’t actually think archeology was astrology. “opal, you do know that zodiac signs are not archeology, right?” they’d raise a brow. “no, silly. i’m not dumb!” you’d giggle and sloane would sigh in relief.

“he’s that murderer—that’s true crime!”

and for sloane, their heart skipped a beat…

yeah, you’re the one.

#overwatch #overwatch 2 #ow2 #venture overwatch #venture #overwatch x reader #overwatch x you #overwatch fic #venture x reader #venture x you #sloane cameron

[nori-writes]

If They Accidentally Injured You

Cole Cassidy x Reader

Hanzo Shimada x Reader

Summary: How they’d react if they accidentally injured you on a mission.

W/C: 400+

This is kinda shit, so have fun reading LMAO. I don’t think I proof read it, might have and I don’t remember. I just felt bad for not posting for a hot minute. I’m working on some Cassidy angst too. I have no idea when it’ll be done but look out for it <3

Masterlist

Cole Cassidy

Personally, I think it’d take him a while to forgive himself.

His hand had slipped on the field and despite his typically good handle on his peacekeeper, it had slipped from his grasp and in his attempts to grab it, it shot into your heel.

Immediately after he had processed what happened he ran to you in a panic asking and making sure that you were okay.

He made sure to wrap it up before proceeding with anything.

While doing this all you could hear were countless apologies falling out of his mouth.

You had to reassure him that you were okay and that things happen sometimes.

Thankfully it had only shot you in the foot, he wouldn’t have been able to forgive himself had it shot you anywhere fatal.

While it was healing if you ever needed assistance getting around he was more than happy to aid.

Even though it only shot you in the foot he still has so much guilt.

It takes so much convincing him, weeks, months, after the fact to let him know that accidents happen and that you're okay and forgive him for it.

After a lot of convincing he drops it.

Still, everytime he sees the scar that he left a sour look comes to his face, knowing it could’ve been avoided with something as simple as a better grip.

Hanzo Shimada

He doesn’t forgive himself even after time and time of trying to convince him that you’re okay.

Poor baby’s first thought when he accidentally pierced your shoulder with his arrow was Genji. He already hurt one person close to him, he wasn’t ready for another.

As soon as he heard you let out a sound of pain from his arrow he dropped his bow and ran to you as fast as his legs could take him.

Thankfully someone else had taken out the last guy so he was safe to care for you where you were.

He asked if you were okay while telling you it was better to leave the arrow in for the time being until the two of you got back to the base where someone more qualified could tend to it.

While it’s healing he pampers you to make sure that you’re okay, always asking if you need anything.

You have to constantly tell him that you’re okay and that it was a simple mistake and that all that mattered was the fact that you were ok.

Like I said earlier, he doesn’t let it go, he doesn’t forgive himself.

He gets so upset when he sees the scar that he left with his bow.

But even so, he’s glad you’re okay.

#overwatch fic #overwatch #overwatch x you #overwatch x reader #ow #ow x reader #ow hanzo #ow cassidy #cassidy overwatch #overwatch imagines #overwatch mccree #overwatch fanfiction #mcree overwatch #overwatch hanzo #hanzo x you #hanzo shimada #hanzo x reader #overwatch cassidy #cole cassidy #cassidy x reader #cole cassidy x reader #ow2

[lady-of-endless]

“Flashbacks and Height  Differences” (Ramattra x Reader)

Author's Note: I've never written anything so fast. Also, got a lot more other fic ideas (that don't include a hurt reader, sorry about that pattern). Thank you all for the feedback the other fic got, I wasn't expecting it. As usual, excuse any grammar errors.

Word Count: 1302

Tags: light angst; fluff; a not so subtle confession; they are stubborn and in love, your honor;

Zazen is an ancient technique of meditation in which no matter the emotion one feels, no matter how strong or violent, one remains motionless. The discipline is in continuing to sit still. Ramattra tried that one too, among all the other techniques he knew, with no clarification.

He sat on the ground of a rooftop terrace for meditation in Nepal, at the monastery his brother served. His staff was laid on his crossed legs and its dark orb slowly floated above the same way the incense fume moved through the air. His thoughts were still unbearable, no matter what he did.

In the distance, soft steps were heard, he knew that walking pattern and you knew where to find him.

Ramattra sensed your presence entering the terrace but did not react when the supposed meditation state was disturbed.

You took a seat next to him, mimicking his posture and closing your eyes without saying a word.

An omnic and a human, meditating side by side underneath a night sky. Who was out of place? The truth is that you two became a pair for the monks there, seeing you so often together. Even Zenyatta hummed in contentment when he silently passed by that scene.

From time to time you opened your eyes to look at Ramattra with your peripheral sight. The other times, he would do the same, carefully turning his head inches to you, black cables sliding on his shoulder. Seeing you next to him only worsened the growing murmur of the thoughts he tried so hard to discard. You also knew something was off but waited patiently. A long sight coming from him announced that something was going to almost be said.

 "I was not expecting that level of irrationality from you." He taunted in a clear voice. "When all of the facts and odds were against your chance and you knew that." Ramattra's indignation grew stronger and it could be heard.

You kept your eyes closed for a while, taking in his reaction, understanding for how long he kept it to himself. To be exact, for almost a month, when something went incredibly wrong.

 The decision to assist Ramattra in his daily duties was taken by you with warm excitement. Being busy with the thought that your presence was pleasant, he did not expect an attack from some other humans. All Junkers, with a burning desire to tear his pieces off, not knowing who he was. They were many but not a number you two could not handle.

"How could you hurt one of yours?" He growled in disbelief and anger.

You moved quickly intending to guard Ramattra's back. The gesture was unfortunately realized by the Junkers who have become revolted by the idea of shielding one of those sinister omnics. In the blink of an eye, you could block a hit that targeted Ramattra.

The blow was tougher than you expected, knocking you down in an instant. Everyone froze when the omnic turned around to see his...cherished one, knocked out. The tension grew stronger with each of his heavy breaths.

Before losing touch with everything, you could only catch a glimpse of Ramattra. His posture was not straight anymore, his free hand was clenched into a fist, and the orb from his staff ignited with dark outrage. That was how you knew, the Junkers should have been frightened.

Before unleashing his retribution and turning into his nemesis form, he looked closely at each of their faces. He saw so many humans but no humanity.

Ramattra could not recall the payback that well, what he remembered in detail was what followed. Kneeling and pulling your body in his secure arms to check your vitals, an old and blurred flashback of him holding an injured dear omnic friend, hit him with full force. He was holding you the same way he held one of his people.

Zenyatta could also remember that day, especially the sheer panic of his brother when his larger form stormed inside the monastery calling for him in a strangled tone he did not hear from his brother before.

Ramattra's found family was all gone, the only one remaining was Zenyatta, and even without knowing whatever you were to him. He could not let you go yet.

"Don't you dare leave my side." He whispered close to your face before letting you into his brother's care.

 As the rush of memories disappeared from both of you, Ramattra stood up now, the night breeze moving the ends of his scarf behind him.

"Answer me!" He demanded, striking the ground with his staff. "Why would you put yourself at risk for me?" His words echoed through the place made for quietness.

At his impatience, you finally opened your eyes to look at him.

"The same reason as yours." You explained cautiously, slowly getting up to face him from a distance.

"That was not an answer. A reason for what precisely?" His patience, calmness, and composure were all gone. "You do not get to try to protect me and not tell me why!" He moved swiftly towards you.

 Your arm got caught and your body roughly pulled against his.

 In your eyes, Ramattra was always a stunning sight, but from up close it was breathtaking. The height difference forced you to tilt your head up. Tiny superficial scars decorated his white faceplate here and there, holding stories, tragedies. Metallic ribcage moving almost in sync with your chest when breathing. His seemingly exposed omnic eyes gleamed from underneath the solid mask.

The coldness of the metal against your warm skin was a reminder that he was still holding you. Ramattra rarely moved absent-mindedly, so holding you for longer was an honest intention.

You looked at each other for a little too long.

"I do not get to do that?" You repeated his words. "As I don't get to dare to leave your side?" Ramattra was stunned by his own words coming from your mouth. "Why did you stay by my bedside every day when I was hurt?" You finally asked, turning the tables. "Tell me, Ramattra."

 The omnic hesitated, taking a step back, something you never saw him do.

 After the attack, you spent a couple of days in bed there, in Nepal, under Zenyatta's art of healing. Every day or even at night, when you opened your eyes weakly for seconds, all you could see was Zenyatta's healing orb floating above your head and Ramattra next to you. He was always in the same spot, either fixing something from his components either meditating, or waiting (no one could tell between the last two).

At first, there was anger, because of you, him, the Junkers, the way he fell for someone he was not supposed to, and the fact that his source of tranquility has become you. Understanding that there was no other outlet for his thoughts and feelings, Ramattra had to confess.

 Not knowing how to say it, he did another action you never expected him to do. He bent one knee before you, not breaking eye contact. For what he wanted to say, for once, he wanted your height differences to be reversed. Your hands instinctively cupped his face. Ramattra did not push you away or pull himself away.

He was defeated, yet it did not feel pride-crushing or tense. Ramattra could feel peace again, little by little, in time.

"The most dangerous thing is to have someone worth losing." He finally confessed in a heavy tone.

You looked at him with tenderness, sharing his emotions from long before.

"Then, we will look after each other." You said, letting him get up but grasping his hand.

He nodded once before making a promise to himself and you.

"Then, we will fight for each other."

#ramattra #ramattra x reader #ramattra fanfic #overwatch ramattra #ow2 ramattra #overwatch fic #Overwatch #overwatch 2 #overwatch scenario

[mekakitsune]

could you do some moira romantic and nsfw headcanons? she got me in a chokehold frfr

moira nsfw hcs || cw: mind breaking, power imbalance, dom/sub dynamics

moira looks after her experiments, you mustn't disobey her rules for you, she knows whats best and always has.

follow her orders and you will be rewarded. shes patient, allowing you to fix your mistakes, but you must not make the same mistake again.

if you happen to disobey her? she will ignore you. ignore your pleas for her to touch you, use you, even speak to you. takes it too far, by the time she decides you are ready for her words, you are a mess, tears streaming down your face as you sit pitifully at her feet, muttering apologies.

you want her to speak? so be it. she will remind you of everything you did to make her angry, calling you names, reminding you of your place. breaking you down with venom in her voice.

-

"after all i do for you...what a shame" she spits, fingers laced in your hair. "get up."

she tugs your hair as she pulls you to your feet. you are standing in front of her fully clothed form, while you are completely bare.

"sit." she gestures to her lap. you hesitated, straddling her with a false hope of affection.

her hands find your hips, and you want to cry again. her fingers are mean, pressing bruises into plush skin.

you want to fall foward, into her chest, but you know not to touch without permission.

"if you want to cum, do it yourself. right here." her voice is low, making shivers run down your spine at her tone. you feel her thigh move between your legs, pressing harshly against your exposed cunt.

whining at the contact, you move your hips, humping her thigh as she watches you closely. she doesnt say anything, only deep exhales coming from her as you ruin her slacks.

"i-im close...please" you sob, needing her to do something, anything.

"already? arent you pathetic.." she coos. suddenly she stops you, moving her fingers past your hip, allowing them to dip into your pussy. you cry out in relief, hips bucking as you ride her fingers. her thumb finds your clit, rubbing tight circles that push you over the edge.

"cum then. go on little one..." she removes her fingers from your dripping hole, focusing her attention to you throbbing clit. she rubs hard and fast as you fall into her chest, sobbing as you are pushed over the edge, cunt spasming painfully around nothing.

shes ruined your orgasm, but you cant say you care. the neglectful behaviour made you greatful for anything she gave you. crying softly, she moves you onto a table, lab equipment falls to the ground as she towers over you.

"i wont remind you again. listen to what you are told, or i will find someone else to play with." her fingers grip your chin, eyes dark. you nod dumbly.

nobody knows you like her. she knows what you need. she will always take care of you. you just need to listen to her, or pay the price of disobedience.

#aorry this has been in my inbox for weeks )): #overwatch fic #overwatch x reader #overwatch x you #moira o'deorain #moira x reader #moira smut #moira o'deorian smut #overwatch smut #nsfw.mp3 🫧

[fandomnerd9602]

Widowmaker x Male Reader

Reader is walking shirtless around HQ and Widowmaker stares lustfully at him. He sees this and tells her that if she promise to be a good girl, he will let her have fun with him tonight

Y/N walks in, shirtless, while Widowmaker stares…

Y/N: am I missing anything, Tracer?

Tracer: no luv you’re good.

Y/N: thanks

Y/N smirks and walks up to Widowmaker…

Y/N: (whispers) if you can be good on today’s mission, we’ll have plenty of fun tonight (winks)

Widowmaker: deal

#blizzard #overwatch #overwatch incorrect quotes #overwatch widowmaker #widowmaker #widowmaker x reader #overwatch imagines #overwatch fluff #overwatch fic

[ramattraswifey]

🏹⁀➴ Aim High | Hanzo x reader

summary: Hanzo teaches you how to use a bow and things get steamy ;)

a/n: haven’t written in a while so apologies if its a bit repetitive here and there! Been obsessed with this man for so long and there isn’t enough writing about him <3

cw: mature? Slightly ooc 0-0 Make out sesh, implied sex… ig

You walked into the practice range, already noticing the archer was there, one thing about Hanzo is that he was always punctual. He was dressed in a tight black compression shirt, accentuating his muscular and broad figure. The fabric hugged his arms tightly, highlighting the amount of training he did. His hair put into his signature ponytail tied with a matching black tie. His posture perfect as he stood still, arrow ready to be released from his bow, hitting a perfect bullseye. You watched him in awe as you approached the target with an arrow drawn back. His face was calm as his huge arms reflexed with each strike of the string. Your eyes trailed over his toned torso as he nocked another arrow on his bow. You were mesmerised by this man. He was handsome. “I see you finally came” his deep voice rumbled. Hanzo finally turned to face you, his eyes scanning your body quickly before meeting yours. “Are you ready to learn how to shoot?” He questioned casually, a small smile appeared on his face- something you didn’t see often, Hanzo tended to act more stoic in front of the other agents, so this made you feel special. You nodded eagerly, eager to prove yourself to him. “Then let us begin.”

ˋ°•*⁀➷

You took Hanzo’s bow and wielded it to the best of your current ability, it had hints of navy blue alongside the riser and a comfortable grip. The archer scooted closer to you, noticing you could work on your posture, he placed his hand lightly on your lower back to guide you through it. “Remember, when moving forward, you should move your right foot slightly backwards.” Hanzo spoke whilst shifting slightly to adjust your form.

ˋ°•*⁀➷

“Don’t look down or around. Focus solely on the target.” You listened, his low soothing voice kept you grounded, blushing as his gaze watched you intensely, inspecting your form carefully. You attempted to match his breathing and technique you saw him use on missions, your muscles slowly loosened as you became less tense. He gave you a nod, signalling he was satisfied but kept his broad hand on your back, his touch making your body flush hot. “Good, now try releasing the string”, Hanzo was so close, you were sure he could feel the warmth radiating off your body. Obeying as he removed his hand, missing the warm contact. Letting go of the string, you drew your arm back, holding your breath as you waited for the arrow to fly. You held your breath and your eyes widened as the arrow left your bow, flying straight towards the target. It hit the centre, but no so much a bullseye. “That wasn’t even half bad! I thought my aim was pretty good.” You smiled at Hanzo as he shook his head in amusement. “Not bad but you’re not there yet. You need to concentrate more.” He took note of your inability to focus- probably because he didn’t understand the feeling of having a hot archer watching after you. “Now take your stance again” he instructed firmly, you complied, following his instructions as you mimicked his stance. “Now, release the string once more, just slightly higher this time, keep your fingers relaxed” he explained, demonstrating your movements with a gentle push against your back as his right hand came to alter your hand placement, his hands were noticeably bigger than yours. Once released, it flew straight towards the target, but still slightly off. Hanzo moved to stand beside you, his large hands placed gently on either side of your waist, pulling your body flush with his own, sending sensations straight to your core. “This time try to hit the centre”, he softly guided your arm, he touched you with such tenderness, like you were fragile porcelain. You looked up at him, watching as he gently moved your arm, the way his face was fully concentrated on you, his eyes catching your stare and his lips curling upwards, you felt lightheaded. “You can do this.” He breathed. You were going to get it this time. You inhaled deeply, focusing on the centre of the target and releasing the arrow. You felt the arrow fly, you looked up to watch it soar towards the centre, it hit the target dead on.

ˋ°•*⁀➷

Celebrating, a loud gasp escaped your mouth as you turned your head to face Hanzo, forgetting how close your bodies were as his lips brushed against your ear. You shivered. Butterflies invaded your stomach, hearing his baritone voice rumble lowly against your ear. “You did well.” Hanzo’s voice was soft and laced with lust as he spoke against your skin, his praise making you weak in the knees. His arm was still wrapped around your waist, his fingertips grazing against the side of your hip bone. He slowly leaned forward, brushing your hair behind your ear, his nose lightly brushing your neck, his breathing heavy on your skin. You swallowed thickly, goosebumps erupting across your entire body. Hanzo’s other hand it made its way up to caress your face and your cheek with his thumb, tenderly tilting your chin up towards him. You had never felt more alive than when he looked at you like that. Even though everything felt too intimate to say out loud, your mouth opened anyway as you leaned into him. Your lips brushed softly against his. Pulling away after only a moment, slightly disappointed as you both longed more intimacy. The warmth between your bodies was intense, his arm holding you tightly against him. Your lips tingled and your cheeks felt hot, but Hanzo simply held you closer.

ˋ°•*⁀➷

“What made you stop?” The archer whispered into your ear before kissing the side of your jaw, trailing down the curve of your neck, leaving a trail of kisses along your skin until reaching the base of your throat. You hummed softly, enjoying the feeling of being in his arms again. “You think i’d let you get away that easy…” You could hear the smile in his deep voice, his words almost teasing. Hanzo nuzzled your neck, pressing light kisses there. His breath hitched when you pressed back against his torso, wrapping your arms around him, pulling him flush against you as his fingers dug into the small of your back, pressing you even harder against him. A small whine left your mouth and Hanzo groaned low in his chest as you pressed your hips hard against his crotch, the heat radiating from his body. Your hands fisted into his shirt, pulling him closer, lips parting hungrily for the kiss you longed for. He kissed you deeply, his tongue slipping between your lips and exploring your mouth, sucking gently, giving you every chance to pull away. You didn't want to. Everything felt too much, too good, and you needed more. You pulled back, panting heavily against his lips, eyes half lidded, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside of you.

Smut part 2…?

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[thepayloadisgay]

Genji flicks the scalpel between his fingers, a gentle ting whenever it hits against the metal of his hands.

"Must you?" Moira asks, not looking up from her screen, one hand typing, the other flicking through papers, messy with her scrawl.

"Can't sleep."

"And you decided to make that my problem, I see." Idly she types, the screen becoming a blur that she blinks back into focus.

"You're the only one awake."

A sly smile as she leans back into her chair, crossing a long, lithe leg. "I'm not your substitute Angela."

The scalpel falls, nicking what exposed flesh is left on his thigh. Genji smudges the dot of blood with his thumb.

"So easy to startle the little sparrow." She watches him suck away the blood from his finger, curious how sensitive those artifical sensors really are. Moira knows in theory, of course. But there's nothing like the driver's seat.

Moira flexes her scarred hand, withered and worn, bones shaping as if already broken, veins a blackened walkway.

"You could never be her."

The bristle in his voice almost makes Moira laugh, even before the words. "Like I'd want to be. Must be exhausting being that uptight and righteous everyday." She catches Genji's eye from over her glasses. "Although," Moira rolls her two fingers idly over thumb, "there was always that small window where she was a little less annoying after a good fuck."

Fwip.

Moira pulls the scalpel out of her headrest, so close to her head she could feel its cool steel to skin. She throws it back, Genji catching it between two fingers. "You know I'm right."

He remembers the way Angela spoke of Moira. Disdain, disgust, an offense that she still breathed. But she spoke of her.

Often.

He knew they'd spent a lot of time together. Forced and necessary, their brilliant fucking minds colliding to create things Genji couldn't even comprehend. Time spent together when Genji shed blood with Blackwatch, weeks tucked away in an anonymous corner of the world, stalking and waiting, sharpening steel until he recieved the order to go.

Angel was never his, and he was never hers. But it felt like the confession of yes yes yes I'm yours always fucking yours was carved into his body, blazen on his chest, on what flesh was left.

But neither of them looked. Turning elsewhere, feeling elsewhere.

Genji slides off the counter, silent steps feeling so loud, too heavy as he walks past, glancing at the clock. 03:23.

"She doesn't even like you." He stares at the doorway where he stands. At the blank message box to Angela he's pulled up on his HUD. At the blinking cursor saying nothing. Too much.

Moira smirks, stretching her legs on the table, fucking papers be damned. "When did I ever say she did?"

#moira o'deorain #genji shimada #gency #overwatch gency #overwatch moicy #moicy #drabble #angst #unresolved feelings #idk where I'm going with this just genji and moira 'bonding' over their mercy ig #overwatch fanfiction #overwatch #overwatch fic

[queer-overwatch]

Masterpost :D

Hiiii! So this blog has two owners bc we saw the lack of Venture fics and were like "fine, I'll do it myself-" and decided to make a Overwatch writing blog :3 We do all characters so feel free to request whoever you want! Writer #1 is the one and only @friskyeee, aka Frisk <3 (any prns) Writer #2 is @the-demons-writings, aka Xornoth (they/them)

(Writer #1 may also post some doodles every now and then so- feel free 2 send in drawing requests too >:D)

(Also, homophobes, transphobes, or any of that FUCK OFF, disrespectfully <3) all of our boundaries are under read more, both of us have slightly different writing styles so feel free to request a specific writer <3

Requests are: Closed! (For now <3)

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Senarios

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platonic x reader

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[reapers-carino]

Rise and Shine

[Gonna try my hand at formatting non-ask fics in a prettier manner. Let me know what y'all think!]

NSFW! Cole CassidyxF!Reader

To you, there were two inevitable rules when you slept wrapped up in Cole's arms. One, you would have the warmest, most tranquil sleep of your life while spooned against his body, his arm tucking you to his side like this was the only place you belonged. And two, your bladder would inevitably chase this moment away, demanding to be emptied the moment you begin to drift back into consciousness.

You had tried to reject the growing urgency but the waning darkness began to coax you from your dreams, consciousness creeping in bit by bit. Cole and you had shifted during the night, the man’s right arm still tucked around your body but not firmly locked around your hips as it had been the night before. You were still pressed snuggly against his side, the entirety of your body pressed into his; your right leg resting comfortably on top of his thigh, your hand curled against his hairy chest. A lazy smile tugged at your lips as you finally managed to open your eyes, thankful that it was still fairly dark in the room. Being at the far corner of the base did have its advantages, especially when you needed another half hour to face the sun. 

Screwing your eyes up in another hard couple of blinks, the bleariness of sleep gave way to an eyeful of Cole’s chest, your own fist closing and squeezing a few times before you stole a glance up. Your smile grew into a full grin as you caught sight of Cole’s sleeping visage, warmth blooming through out you as you studied the man for a moment. In the growing light, you could see the smattering of freckles that covered his skin from head to toe from years of exposure to the New Mexico sunlight. His hair was damn near chocolate color in the dimness of the room, but flecks of auburn and cinnamon were peeking through bit by bit as the sun continued to rise.

You resisted the urge to snort as the man gave one quick snort in his sleep, biting hard on your bottom lip when he smacked his lips before his breathing evened out into quiet snores once more. The man had his left arm thrown over his face, but to you that did nothing to conceal his high cheekbones and battle crooked nose. A blush climbed into your face and crept down your chest, absolutely taken by how much you adored him.

Still, your bladder demanded reprieve and you needed to move before it became too late. You gingerly began to lift your leg off his, hand opening to gently smooth across his chest so you could fully untangle yourself from him without interrupting the man’s sleep. Once your legs were free from the man, you were able to scoot towards the bottom edge of the bed, carefully moving inch by inch so you didn’t jostle the man. As soon as your feet began to dangle over the edge of the bed, you pushed yourself the rest of the way off of the bed, tugging your long sleep shirt back down and rushing to the small, connected bathroom.

Gibraltar’s bathrooms were fairly simplistic, if not industrial; an open concept shower with shelves on the outside stacked with towels, toiletries and aloe vera plants. A small wall separated the shower and the toilet, the toilet neatly tucked in the corner and away from the entrance to the room. You didn’t waste time turning the lights on, sunlight beginning to filter past the frosted glass windows of the room and sending beams of sunlight against the mirror over the sink. Rushing towards the toilet you quickly finished your business, squeaking softly as the bidet activated as you finished, sleep quickly chased away as soon as the device cleaned you off. Might as well get started on the day.

Pattering over to the sink you quickly washed your hands, giving yourself a quick once over in the mirror before grabbing your toothbrush. Weary eyes and bedhead greeted your view, somehow managing to avoid the dregs of bedhead despite not pulling your hair up or wrapping it before falling asleep. Making a mental note, you knew you’d have to teasingly thank the cowboy for saving you from a completely bad hair day. Squirting a glob of toothpaste onto the brush, you leaned over the sink, eyes closing as you idly swayed side to side as you brushed your teeth. Your mind sleepily wandered over plans for the day and what to make for breakfast until your thought process was suddenly interrupted by two hands gliding over your hips. You sputtered, toothpaste dribbling down your chin in surprise as your eyes snapped open, greeted by the amused, half-lidded reflection of your boyfriend behind you.

“Jesus Cole”, you murmured, shifting your toothbrush to the side and grabbing a Kleenex from the shelf to wipe your face. “You scared me half to death!”

His hands gently rubbed your hips in small circles apologetically, the man dipping down to press a kiss to the back of your head, nuzzling into your hair as he stifled a yawn.

“’m sorry sugar”, he hummed, the sleep clinging to his voice dragging it down a few octaves. You were sure he felt the shiver that ran down your spine, his hands inching from your waist to your stomach, thumbs rubbing in comforting circles. “Woke up alone…”

He trailed off for a moment as you spit the remnants of toothpaste from your mouth and rinsed before fully leaning backwards into the man, the softness of his touch and torso contrasted by the hardness pressed against your ass. Cole had no problem admitting her was a clingy man, if you were in the room, he wanted to have some part of your touching him. Waking up without you there had probably sent the man into auto-pilot, seeking you out until he could hold you in his arms once more. Heat began to swirl lazily in you at his touch, his calloused fingers working small circles higher and higher, pausing until you rolled your hips back against his needily. A pleased rumble started low in his chest, the quiet growl growing when his fingertips grazed the underside of your breasts. Tilting your head back, your gazes locked, the needy hunger you shared making your entire body tremble.

“Damn”, Cole moaned softly, head canting to the side of yours as he pressed a hard kiss to your temple, your breasts suddenly engulfed in his hands. His thumbs barely grazed your nipples, your entire body jumping at the contact and moaning at his covered length pushing more insistently against your bare ass.  “Y’know I can’t control myself when ya look at me like that, darlin’.”

“Then don’t”, you sighed, falling forward as his fingers rolled your nipples lightly, propping yourself up on the sink.

Groaning, Cole fell with you, nipping at the shell of your ear each time he tweaked your sensitive nubs, thighs squeezing tighter and tighter as each movement sent pure electricity into your clit. The man did not relent as you hips rolled and grinded hard against his boxer-briefs, the sensation of fabric making your overly sensitive pussy cry out for direct stimulation. You could the growing wet spot on Cole’s underwear, unsure if it was only you that could be blamed or if his cock was spilling pre-cum. Both of you were growing erratic, you legs shaking as you tried to press into him to provide some reprieve for your throbbing clit, him grinding into you as if the action would allow him to easily slip through the layers of fabric and inside. He refused to relinquish his hold on your breasts for the moment, husky breathing teasing your ears before pausing for one pregnant moment.

“Fuck!”

Your body jerked before melting, Cole’s teeth nibbling at the crux of your shoulder and neck before sinking in, the t-shirt providing little barrier from the delectably stinging onslaught. The way he pulled one hand away from your breasts to yank the neck of the shirt over, smothering the heated area with kisses made your heart flutter, knees wobbling as you clutched even harder at the sink to stay up. A whimper tumbled from your lips as his right hand dragged down your body and cupped your mound, one of his fingers barely dragging across the slit of your cunt. He inhaled sharply against your skin, his palm massaging your mound.

“Please”, you breathed as he applied more pressure, his fingers slipping up and down, pulling away right before he reached your clit. You whined as your eyes slipped closed and pleading words fell from you like a prayer. Heat and need poured from you like water, the man’s hand pulling back just slightly when you ground your hips down, the teasing making your head grow fuzzy. “Please Cole, pretty please.”

Stars burst behind your eyes for the briefest second as your knees fully buckled, the man firmly rolling two fingers around your overly sensitive clit. Pleasure raced through your body, your hands scrambling for purchase on the sink as you began to fall.

“Woah there”, Cole breathed out, hand quickly pulling away so his arm could wrap tight around your hips, his other arm wrapped right under your breasts. “Wasn’t expectin’ that huh?

Heat exploded in your cheeks as you finally managed to peek your eyes back open, twisting your head away from your reflection as it seared itself into your mind. You had come apart just from one direct touch, lips parted and eyes half-lidded, the ravenous look of Cole’s lust darkened eyes and ruddy cheeks making you want to take another plunge into pleasure.

“N-no”, you murmured petulantly before wiggling slightly, the man’s hold not loosening from around you. Lifting your arm weakly, you pointed towards the door, sticking your bottom lip out in a pleading pout. “Bed now? My legs ain’t gonna work through another round like that.”

You laid on the sugar thickly, a grin spreading on your lips as a husky grunt of affirmation rumbled against your back. It wasn’t needed but you knew the man loved his compliments, praise being a huge ‘secret not so secret’ kink of his. Twisting you around, you squealed as Cole’s hand slipped from around you hips to under your ass and thighs, the man quickly lifting you up using his prosthetic arm before balancing out with his other. His hands slid down to massage at your thighs as they wrapped around his hips, arms holding on tight to him as he sauntered back over to the bedroom.

“Oh baby you are incredible”, you hummed softly as you tilted your head forward, gently pressing your forehead against his, trapping his messy bangs between the both of you. You pressed several hard kisses to his lips, dissolving into half a dozen pecks, your fingers rubbing small circles against the back of his neck. “How am I supposed to think when you’re driving me crazy like this?”

You could feel the heat rise against the back of his neck, a pleased flush making the subtle freckles pop against his sun-kissed skin. His fingers dug into your thighs, enough pressure to let you know your words were boring straight to his core, his head dipping down and capturing your lips in a hard kiss. You melted into his touch, your arms wrapping even tighter about his shoulders as your torso fully leaned into his, nails scratching at the back of his neck and hair. Every ounce of growing need kept your lips locked with his, your teeth grazing at his lips only for him to catch your bottom lip between his, a desperate whine pulled from your chest.

“You stealin’ my words now darlin’”, Cole breathed heavily as he pulled away from you, tongue swiping out to taste your lips as his knee hit the bed. “Careful now.”

Cole was careful as he climbed onto the bed, your arms still locked around him as he dropped both of your legs onto the bed and trapped you between his. Your face burned as you stared up at the man, his gaze dancing over every single inch of your body as you returned the favor. There were times you forgot what a thick man he was; broad, muscular shoulders giving way to full, cup-able pecs and a solid set of abs covered in a soft layer of fat and hair. You had called the man a bear more times than you could count, Cole taking pride in the fact and patting his stomach or his thighs whenever he wanted your attention. Right now, however, his hands were playing with the waistband of his underwear, your breath catching in your chest as your eyes continued to trail downward.

His dick hung thick, hard and ready, the forest of pubic hair disappearing behind the grey and red waistband but you knew what lay just beyond. The fabric had been completely saturated in wetness, his precum beginning to bead through the fabric, his cock twitching under your hungry gaze. Your hand finally moved away from the back of his neck, working slowly down his chest to tweak at a nipple before it continued its journey towards its goal. Three of your fingers hooked into the waistband alongside his, your eyes pulling up from his cock, over his body and locking with his gaze again. Slow, heady breaths fell from his lips as you both paused, waiting to see who would act first. Smiling, you slowly lifted your brows in a teasingly demure manner.

“Please baby?”

Your tone dipped, desire making your tone husky, arching your back to push out your breasts, fingers gliding left and right playfully. Both of you adored taking charge at time but right now you wanted him to devour you alive, to fill you up and ravish you in a way only he knew how. Cole’s nostrils flared as his eyes broke away from your own to drink you in, hands clumsily pushing the underwear away and kicking them away behind him. Your head swam as you spread your legs further for him, eyes lingering on his thick, ruddy cock as he inched closer to you, his hand pumping his length as he fell over you. He swiped his length against your cunt once, then twice, his dick coated in your essence before he nestled himself between you lips, pushing forward agonizingly slow.

“Damn you feel so good”, Cole moaned, his head tilted back as he tried to hold some semblance of control and not slam into you completely.

His hand drifted dazedly from his cock to your hips, the tips of his fingers pressing into the flesh possessively as he sank into you inch by inch. Your breath caught in your throat as your walls hungrily sucked him in, whining low as he bottomed out and held you in place. Cole wanted to savor the feeling of your walls around him, letting out a slow hiss as he pulled back before slowly tilting his hips forward once more. You were so delightfully full of Cole, his cock thick and lightly curved upward, teasing every inch of your cunt while lightly teasing your g-spot with every thrust in. The cowboy’s thrusts were always so deliberate, at least at the beginning, because he wanted to twist you up higher and higher so you both could come tumbling down together.

Your hands twisted into the sheets with the first thrust, clawing and scrambling against the fabric for some type of purchase as he set that spine tingling pace. Tilting your head back, your eyes squeezed up tight as you felt the head of his cock brush against that sensitive bundle of nerves over and over, the man pulling half way out before sliding into you slow and steady. Your mind was growing hazy, getting lost in his touch as you rocked against him desperately, his hands tightening around your hip before releasing them. Trying to catch your breath if even for a moment, you squealed as the man’s hands traveled down your side and moved to under your knees. Your eyes snapped open as you looked at him, the man’s gaze half-lidded, the hungry wanton look in your eyes making your squeeze around the man in anticipation.

“C-Cole fuck!”

Cole had pinned your knees in place, the man’s hips pulling back briefly before snapping forward, his thighs clapping against your ass. You could barely breathe, the man was even deeper than he was before, your wetness punctuating each move he made when he drilled inside of you. A part of you wanted to look away, to squeeze your eyes tight and get lost in the feeling but Cole had pinned you in place, dark eyes glowing with loving desire.

“You look so damn pretty”, Cole sighed, punctuating each word with another snap of his hips, his words pouring over you like honey and setting every inch of your body aflame.

You finally managed to break eye contact, each snapping thrust making your head grow fuzzier and fuzzier, the back of your palms pressed against your eyes and cheeks to chase some coolness, some calm back into your body. You were coming undone in his arms and he knew it, Cole pressing even closer to you and settling your thighs on his hips and leaning close to you, completely enveloping you in the scent of tobacco leaves and musk and him. His cock throbbed hard inside of you as your legs wrapped about his thighs, pulling him even closer, a silent plead for him to end you.

“Come on now angel”, he sighed, voice tight with control, gently coaxing your hands away from your face with his own, your arms wrapping him to stabilize yourself somehow. “Don’t hide yer pretty face from me.”

His thrust picked up, his lips capturing the screaming moan that escaped them, his hands framing your face as he fucked you relentlessly. Nipping, licking, growling against your mouth and lips and tongue, his thumbs worked slow methodical circles against your face, the tender strokes punctuated by the unabated drive of his hips into your own. Your body began to come undone bit by bit; toes pointing hard as your thighs began to quiver, nails clawing at his shoulders as your walls milked the man. Cole kissed you through your orgasm, grunts and moans of praise tangling between both of your lips, his forehead crushed hard against your as the smack of his skin against yours grew faster and uneven.

“Please Cass”, you breathed against his lips, your body still riding wave after wave of pleasure, wanting to feel him spill inside of you. Your walls milked him even more as you felt him begin to throb, his body on the verge of falling completely over the precipice. “Please fill me up, please I need you baby, I want all of you. Every drop. Please”

Your words slurred as Cole buried his head in the crook of your neck, quiet promises falling against your skin as his hips slammed into your twice more before freezing. Shivering you pressed your lips to the top of his head, each throb of his cock sending bursts of lava throughout your center, your arms tightening even more about his shoulders. Cole was careful to not drop his entire weight on you as your legs finally released him, the man nuzzling into the side of your neck and pressing tender kiss after kiss against your dewy skin.

“Nmmmm I love you darlin’”, he murmured into the side of your neck, as your hands began to card through his hard slowly.

“Love you too Cole”, you hummed softly before stifling a small chuckle, the man inquisitively grunting against your skin. “But you might hate me…I gotta pee again…”

#Cole Cassidy #Cassidy Overwatch #Cole x Reader #Cassidy x Reader #Cole Cassidy x Reader #Reader insert #Overwatch fanfic #Overwatch reader insert #overwatch one shot #overwatch fic #reapers-carino #reapers carino

[froggibus]

Hey can I request headcanons for overwatch characters and if their gf was drunk and asked them "would you still love me if I was a worm" with the overwatch men please (you don't have to do all of them but PLEASE include McCree and Reaper)

“Would You Still Love Me If I Was A Worm?” - Overwatch Boys

Includes: Cassidy, Reaper, Genji, Zenyatta, Ramattra, Hanzo, Lucio + Baptiste (w gn! reader)

Genre: fluff/kinda crack?

CW: general crack, kinda dumb tbh, suggestive in Genji and Baps, Ram is Ram (lmk if I missed anything)

been in a little bit of a writing slump but this was too good to pass up lol. I want to get a bit more writing done this week so who knows how that will go. anyway, enjoy <3 hope you like it anon!

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Cassidy:

“what kinda question is that??”

looks at you in flabbergastation 

you pout and bat your eyes at him and of course, he breaks 

“you’re really not gonna let this go, huh? alright—of course I’d still love you, darlin’. I’d keep you in a lil jar and you could accompany me on my missions”

a jar????

now you’re the flabbergasted one 

jars don’t have air—he’s gonna let you suffocate?? 

what are you?? rainbow dash (sorry)??

somehow leads to him going out into the yard despite it being the middle of the night to try and find a worm

somehow finds one?? 

keeps it in a jar as a pet just to prove he would love you as a worm

even names it after you and pets it’s head and calls it “my wriggly little y/n”

weirdly wholesome experience would try again

Reaper

“of all the stupid shit you could have asked me…”

he says that but he’s already considering it after the question leaves your mouth 

would he love you as a worm? 

“what kind of worm”

what do you mean what kind of worm?? does it matter?? 

obviously the pink wriggly kind 

he has to ponder this 

sits in his chair stroking his chin trying to think of how you would be as a worm

“would you still be able to talk and think or would you be an actual worm”

????

“it would be me if I was a worm, Gabe”

more pondering 

“I’d love you platonically but you would probably have a short life span. I’d throw you a worm funeral.”

better than any response you could have expected but would not try again

Genji

“would we still have sex”

please hit this man

he’s joking of course—he’s not that weird 

“why would you be a worm tho”

just answer the question, Genji

green cyborg ninja dude has no idea what to answer 

will you be mad if he loves your worm self more than your current self?? would you be weird if he said he would love a wormy version of you??

“I would get myself turned into a worm too and then we could have a wormy life together and a wormy wedding and little wormy kids”

“you just want to have wormy sex” >~>

“that too”

at least he’s honest?

exactly as you expected, would not try again

Zenyatta

“a worm? like the insect?”

“yes? what other worms are there”

considers this

“is everything okay?”

poor omnic boy is so confused. are you planning on turning into a worm??? 

please reassure him it’s just a hypothetical and you’re not turning into a worm

goes on a ten minute tangent about how we are all the same in the Iris, and that he will love you no matter what form you take

honestly so wholesome + cute 

“i will care for you in this life, and the next, and all of the ones after that. even the ones where you are a worm.”

good enough would try again

Ramattra 

“No”

way to sugarcoat it, babe

it’s only when you get upset that he sighs and pulls you into his lap

“why would you ever become a worm? is someone trying to harm you? you know I would never let anyone bring harm to you.”

you try to explain that it’s just a hypothetical but he’s already going on a tangent on what he would do if you got turned into a worm

talks for five minutes alone on how he would defeat your enemies and defend your honour 

says he would “put you out of your misery”????

“you would KILL ME?!”

“as an act of honour”

babe….

0/10 would not try again

Hanzo

“why”

idk bro just answer the question 

lots of sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose

“would I also be a worm or am i still human” 

only gets more confused when you say he’d be a human and you’d be a worm

probably looks up worm life expectancy and if worms are capable of love 

“would you even know who I am if you were a worm”

has to ask a million questions before he can give his final verdict 

lets out a long sigh before looking you dead in the eyes 

“…yes”

cute in the end but would not try again 

Lucio:

“would you still love me if I turned into a frog?”

that’s not the question 

somehow it turns into a discussion on if he would eat your worm self if he was his frog self? 

he insists he wouldn’t and would let you ride on his back but you insist his frog instincts would be too strong 

“babe I’ve once seen you almost eat your own finger while eating chips”

“ok and??”

says you guys could live in a swamp together and he would protect you from evil

“I could be like your own frog superhero. I could even sing you little froggy songs”

makes up this entire life of you guys living together as a frog and a worm and him serenading you by croaking songs at night 

honestly it’s the best reaction you could have gotten, would try again

Baptiste:

“i would find you a cure and turn you back into a human”

honestly he’s very amused by this whole situation 

“but what if I want to be a worm”

“if I cure you and you want to turn back into a worm, that’s on you”

fair enough

insists he needs to ‘examine’ you so he knows you’re not turning into a worm 

makes a lot of jokes at your expense too

finally sighs and admits he would keep you in a little terrarium with all the food and nutrients you need 

“ha, so you would love me if I was a worm”

“love is a strong word”

good enough, would not try again

#overwatch 2 #overwatch #ow2 #overwatch x reader #overwatch x you #ow #overwatch fic #xreader #overwatch headcanons #x you #hanzo shimada x reader #genji shimada x reader #zenyatta x reader #ramattra x reader #cole cassidy x reader #reaper x reader #lucio x reader #baptiste augustin x reader #lucio ow #overwatch hcs

[nori-writes]

Sweet Country Lovin’

Cole Cassidy x Reader

W/C: 750+

A/N: Oh? Another one? This soon? Does this mean I’m fully coming back? Idk either. Sorry :’) But hopefully it’s a yes. It’s currently 1:20 AM while I type this and I need to be up at 5:50 AM so, I guess I’d better hurry up. I also just realized how many requests I have….. I don’t know what I’m doing here writing my own shit…. I should be doing requests- 😭

Also, I haven’t proof read this. Oops.

The sun rose, the same as every morning. There was nothing particularly special about today except the fact that both you and Cole had the day off. It wasn’t a common occurrence but a nice one when the time came.

These days were never spent doing much except staying around the house. A load or two of laundry would’ve been the most to get done on those days, not that it was a bad thing.

Days where you were both off consisted of you two lying around the house together, whether you two were doing the same thing or separate things you still typically sat in each other's company. Anything but work.

Thank god that today was one of these said days, it was much deserved and needed, missions felt like they had been running longer recently with less rest time in between, leaving you and Cole almost no time together except the typical meals that the two of you tended to share.

As your eyes opened slowly as you sat up, your vision blurry and you rubbed the sleep away you went to turn to meet your boyfriend who usually occupied the spot next to you to find that he had already made his way out of bed. Unusual for him.

You pulled the covers off of your body and got yourself out of bed fixing your hair with the brush that sat on your nightstand before opening your bedroom door. When you opened the door you were hit with the smell of pancakes, sausage and maple syrup.

Following the smell you found yourself in the kitchen where Cole looked to be setting a tray with the food he had made, god how lucky you were. It was obvious that he was going to bring you breakfast in bed but alas, you were awake now. So instead you slipped behind him, laying your head into his back, wrapping your arms around his torso.

“Well, mornin’ sweet pea,” he spoke in a soft voice, his body melting into your touch as he still put food onto the tray. There was a small moment of silence before he spoke again, “I was gonna bring you breakfast in bed but it looks like you’re not sleepin’ anymore.”

You nodded and you spoke for the first time this morning, your voice coming out groggy, “Well, why are you still putting food onto the tray then?” You questioned curiously.

The cowboy turned his body all the way around so now he was actually facing you, he stopped for a minute to take in your morning state. It was something Cole would tell you he loved about you. How it was you, completely unfiltered. He loved the way your hair wasn’t perfect and how his shirt was a little too big on you, the way you were extra clingy in the mornings, the way that he could just stare at you for hours in the morning and be completely content. Though, you’d usually brush it off everytime he said it, telling him he was going crazy.

Finally he spoke, “Well, I was thinkin’ we can both get cozy back in bed with some breakfast and turn on a movie for a lazy mornin’. How’s that sound?”

You nodded, that sounded amazing right now, “Please.”

“Well that’s all the answer I needed darlin’. Why don’t you get back into bed and pick out a movie for the two of us to watch? I’ll be back there in just a minute, alright?”

“Will do.”

You gave a small smile before Cole leaned down to leave a kiss on your lips, “Now don’t go fallin’ asleep on me while I’m out here doin’ this.”

You returned the kiss, the taste of the coffee and a cigar he had this morning stained onto his lips, “I would never.”

Some minutes passed and you had made your way back to the shared bedroom while you picked out a movie Cole finished up getting breakfast together for the two of you.

Not so soon after your lover made his way back to the bedroom with a tray of food for the two of you to share, unfortunately, you had fallen back asleep.

All the cowboy could do was set the tray of food back in the kitchen before coming back into the bedroom, slipping into his side of the bed, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into him, pressing a kiss onto the top of your head.

Sometimes things didn’t always go as planned but that doesn’t mean the outcome isn’t always as good, and this was one of those things. Perfect in its own way.

As always if you enjoyed I’ve got the good ol’ dandy Masterlist is here.

#overwatch #cassidy overwatch #cole cassidy #mcree overwatch #overwatch fanfiction #overwatch fic #overwatch fluff #overwatch imagines #overwatch mccree #overwatch x reader #overwatch x you #overwatch 2 #cole x reader #cole cassidy x reader #ow cassidy #ow2 #ow x reader #ow #cole #cole x hanzo #cassidy x reader #fluff

[lady-of-endless]

HELLOOOOO!!!! I LOVE the way you write ramattra a lot, he feels so much in character but still so so soft and gentle🥺🥺🥺 If your requests are still open… what about ramattra finally allowing the reader explore his body (not necessarily sexual…maybe a little hahah)? Him finally trusting the reader enough to expose himself, let them touch him and see where he likes being caressed most? would he be shy about it ?? I feel like it would be an intimate and cute moment :) Thank you for your writings 💗💗💗

Author's Note: Yesss keep sending in overwatch requests, guys. I actually thought about this scenario many times so thank you for requesting this. Also, I love how you went into detail, it helps me so much. As usual, I really hope you'll enjoy it!

Physical closeness with Ramattra

Of course that you, his beloved have to initiate something like this. The concept of a human analyzing his components, his vital parts, and his vulnerabilities, wasn't scary, knowing it was you who discovered him. However it was something new to him, and new things are sometimes intimidating.

"I was made for the battlefield, for annihilation, for destruction, never for something so frivolous and passing as physical pleasure." His voice trailed when he saw how much you wanted it.

At first, Ramattra refuses it so the moment in which he changes his mind feels unexpected but natural. It happens after a mission in which he gets injured. You insist on fixing him and he lets you. The gentleness of your touch on his injured parts made him wonder how would your hands feel on other parts of him.

He sat on a chair and you were standing in front of him, between his legs. His hands were on your waist and your hands were working on a circuit from his You were so close to him as you patched him up. There is no turning back from this level of vulnerability, he thought.

You were convinced that he was sensitive to touch as you often heard him grunt in pain during battles when he got hurt. It is safe to assume that the only physical sensation Ramattra ever felt was pain.

After you finished fixing him up, having your wish in mind, he gently grabs both of your wrists. Before you could say anything he started explaining. "This front part and this one, those are the vital parts of an omnic." His voice was informative, trying to mask his reticence. He guided one hand to the center of his chest and one hand to his back, on his metallic spine.

From there, if you decide to slide your hand down his spine slowly, you will hear him inhale sharply and feel how his grip from your waist tightens instinctively. "M-my apologies. That was unexpected." He immediately explained his reaction, clearing his throat and softening his touch. He didn't know if he said it for you or for him. He was new to this kind of sensation.

Because you got his consent, you continued. Your fingers traced each sharp angle of his faceplate. Ramattra froze when your hand reached for his dark lustrous cords from his head. He did not acknowledge how sensitive those were before your touch.

He thought how outrageous was to be able to receive the physical sensation of pleasure from a human and yet he sighed deeply at your touch. He wished to discover more about this sensation.

Generally, his circuits could handle overheating but, this time, it felt a bit too much to handle. What had more effect than your touch was the intimacy of the whole act.

He would constantly remind himself that you were a human but the only human he trusted so deeply.

He places a hand over yours where you touch a part of him that makes him feel something akin to a shiver, pay attention to that.

"I think I could get used to this type of intimacy with you." He hummed as he caressed the back of your neck. Except him to want to do the same to you, to discover parts of you (and provide physical pleasure as well).

#ramattra #overwatch #overwatch 2 #ramattra x reader #ramattra x you #ramattra ow #ramattra overwatch #overwatch ramattra #ramattra x oc #ovewatch #overwatch fic #overwatch requests #overwatch x reader #overwatch x you

[mekakitsune]

Oh how about a jealous Kiriko or Dva and Kiriko hiding their relationship? (Both can be wholesome or NSFW up to you!)

ooo yes i will do jelly kiriko for now bc i only write for one chara per post <3 but i may expand that tbh

jealous!kiriko hcs (nsfw + sfw)

SFW;

generally pretty calm, not really one to get jealous over stupid things

she can get insecure sometimes ): explains how she doesnt feel like she's doing enough and how easy it would be for someone else to sweep u off your feet (if u ditch kiriko ur the weakest link wtf)

doesnt really get jealous over people interacting with you, her jealously is more "damn look at that happy couple why cant i be normal"

compares herself to other people :/ even if it's unrealistic

constant reminders that you love her, only her, and everything about her. you couldnt imagine spending your time with anyone else, no matter her background or job

if jealousy does happen, lowkey acts like a baby LMAO will whine and pout bc things are not going her way

quickest way to soothe your jealous fox gf? kisses. smother her. she will forget why she was even upset in the first place

NSFW;

now. just bc i said kiriko doesnt really get jealous over other people, doesnt mean it doesnt happen

needs to show you how much she loves you. doesnt care who is around

dont bother trying to take control because u arent going to

will not let you go until you are marked. be it hickeys, scratches, or bite marks. yes, she bites.

heaven help the soul who tries to make a move on u when shes feeling possessive <3

manhandling 😻😻 shes fucking strong. loves a good game of cat and mouse. or...fox and rabbit ;)

quick, imagine your like, at a party and some fool is drunk and trying to be all over you. not on her watch! suddenly you find yourself whisked away to the nearest empty room so that kiriko can claim her prize :3

sometimes its fun to get her going, but you will need to reassure her after its all said and done, or she will really start to overthink

overall, she trusts you, and you trust her, but whose to say winding up your gf isnt any fun ;)

#overwatch x reader #overwatch x you #overwatch fic #kiriko x reader #kiriko smut #kiriko kamori x reader #overwatch smut #overwatch headcanons #nsfw.mp3 🫧

[lets-just-daydream]

I just saw that you answered my ask, oof, would you write something about Genji with an s/o from this universe, who talks about how they main Hanzo, and his reaction to that?? Maybe even some how they are able to show off their skills, lol. Thank you so much!! Like I said, I've been following you for forever, but this might be like, the second request I've ever sent you, I mostly lurk on your content.💖💖💖💖💖💖

LMAO OK

*

"You're into video games?" Genji asked, slack jawed.

"Mhm," you nodded proudly. "There's a video game based on Overwatch. Have you played it?"

Genji shook his head. "It would feel weird playing a game with all of my friends in it based on my life. Do you play it?"

"Like, everyday! I'm a Hanzo main and I rec-"

Genji stood up, shock and lock hurt on his face. "A HANZO MAIN? What's wrong with Genji?!"

You laughed at his outburst and grabbed his hand. "Nothing is wrong with Genji. I'm just not very good at him."

"I'd beg to differ," Genji said, kissing your neck.

You let out a breathy sigh before turning back to your computer. "Anyway, lemme show you some of this skill, right here."

Genji sat beside you once again and watched as the game loaded up. You queued up for a match and went into the hero gallery as you waited, clicking onto Genji.

"Oh," Genji started. "Don't do that."

"Aww, come on. Now that you're here in front of me I can see if they got your ass right."

"Excuse me?" Genji asked, bewildered.

"Yeah look," you said, turning your mouse around slowly and turning the Genji character around. "I think the real thing is better though."

Genji blushed and breathed a sigh of relief when you finally loaded into a match. He watched as you immediately selected Hanzo and waited around for the game to start.

Now that you had Genji sitting right in front of you, you were a little nervous. What if you sucked? What if he judged your gameplay?

"5

4

3

2

1"

The match started and Genji watched as you landed headshots left and right. An impressed scoff and a couple of impressed nods came from him as he watched. An choked sound came from him however when you headshot the enemy Genji who had just popped his ult.

"You killed me!"

"Sorry….." you said, not really meaning it.

The game ended and VICTORY flashed up on your screen. You turned back to Genji, beaming.

"How'd I do?" You asked.

Genji laughed before telling you, "I think you're a better Hanzo than Hanzo is."

#red writes #genji shimada x reader #genji x reader #overwatch x reader #overwatch fanfic #overwatch fanfiction #overwatch fic

[nitewrighter]

i remember back in the day seeing fanart of zenyatta hanging out with dva cuz they were the youngest heroes in the game, can uou write something like that? where dva finds out zen is 20 and is like "do you want to form an alliance with me?" (i desperately need him to have more friends anyways love your stuff)

Hana hardly ever got to just walk around Gibraltar. Usually when things had gone quiet enough at the Watchpoint and there was no immediate danger to go flying off to, that was when she'd head back to Busan for however long she might have to check in with the Meka squad and Dae-hyun, or she'd be hosting a stream--but today she was too burnt out for either of that. Unfortunately here she was standing, in her silly little bucket hat and sunglasses (for celebrity anonymity of course) and feeling that old anxiety of A stream wouldn't be that much energy, what am I even doing here? But the sheer unfamiliarity of Gibraltar's streets more or less answered the question for her--she had barely gotten the chance to get outside since joining Overwatch, and she had been pouring virtually all of her free time into maintaining her online presence. Usually Lúcio would be her wingman for a day out like this, but he was taking care of some business back in Rio--could she have volunteered to help out with that? No.. no... she was supposed to be taking a break. She sullenly sipped her grass jelly milk tea as she walked down the street, and then held her free hand in front of herself, watching her own fingers twitch unconsciously, constantly expecting all those split-second reactions either gaming or piloting would demand. She sighed into the straw, sending up a grumpy burble of bubbles amidst the cubes of grass jelly and ice.

I could go shopping, she thought to herself, I'm pretty sure I've been cycling through the same four outfits for my streams since coming to Gibraltar and that's not good for--oh my god, I'm still thinking about the streams.

She slumped her back against a building, rocking back on her heels as she drew in another long sip, trying to clear her mind and just people-watch. It was a wonder how Gibraltar still managed to have so many tourists despite how many of the locals were freaked out by the Watchpoint. Hana paused mid-sip as she saw a single, familiar figure standing in front of a shop window. The shiny chrome-dome of an omnic donning some well-worn monk's clothing. Zenyatta was standing, hands clasped behind his back like an old man, staring into a shop window. The sun was glaring on the glass from her angle, so she made her way over to see what he was looking at. She blinked several times and glanced back at Zen, unsuccessfully trying to gauge his expression before looking back to the window display. In the window was a mannequin posing in a stylish jogger-inspired outfit that honestly wasn't a far cry from the hardy, lovingly draped styles of the Shambali. It featured a cropped jacket with somewhat bulky pockets on the chest, and high-waisted pants that cinched at the ankles, all in a warm fallow tone. Holos on the glass flashed "NEW" and "SALE" and "100% SUSTAINABLE AND FAIR-TRADE MATERIALS." She looked at Zen again.

A longing, yet thoughtful, "Hmm..." slipped out of Zen.

"So... are you going to try it on?" said Hana folding her arms.

Zen visibly startled. "Oh--My apologies, Hana, I was lost in thought. What did you mean?"

"The outfit you've been staring at," Hana shrugged, "I mean you have the waist for it."

"Really?" Zenyatta glanced back at the window display, then seemed to catch himself. "I--" Zenyatta hesitated, "I was merely admiring it. Obviously I have no need for such a... such..." he trailed off, still staring at the

"Come on," Hana tugged him by the elbow into the store.

---

"I don't carry money," Zenyatta said from inside the dressing room.

"Don't worry about it," said Hana, leafing through a clothes rack herself.

"Omnics don't need to eat or drink, and our requirements for shelter are more... minimal.. than humans."

"Uh huh," D.Va pulled a shirt off the rack and examined it. Truth be told, the clothes here were a bit too 'hippie' or 'military surplus' or 'military surplus hippie' to be her style, and it wasn't exactly Meka's sleek, sporty brand, either--You're doing it again... she thought to herself.

"Is there something you wished to talk about?" asked Zenyatta.

"Not really," Hana shrugged, "I mostly came out here to clear my head. And it's easier to shop with someone than just shop alone."

"I see," said Zenyatta, "And how are you doing in that endeavor?"

"Shopping?" Hana held up a faded blue sleeveless shirtdress skeptically.

"Clearing your mind," Zenyatta spoke up from inside the dressing room.

"You know you don't have to do that all the time, right?" Hana grinned.

"I don't understand."

"Do the whole... counselor thing with everyone."

"I believe caring about one's allies is not limited to one's duty to a team. I can care about you as an individual, Hana."

D.Va snorted. "Are you going to show me the outfit or not?" she put one hand on her hip.

The dressing room door swung open and Zenyatta carefully stepped out, smoothing the jacket and slightly readjusting the waistband of the pants. Hana's eyes widened. He really did have the

"...okay you can't not get that," she said, gesturing at the outfit with her drink.

"I am quite capable of not getting it as I do not carry money," said Zenyatta.

"Psh. No problem," said Hana with a shrug, "Meka has like, a CRAZY line of credit and I'm so bad at remembering to use it. I'll just buy it for you!"

"As a monk, I must embrace a life of humility and simplicity, and it is not within my --" Zenyatta started, but realized Hana was giving him a raised eyebrow, 'come on' look. "I... suppose... it would be more outside of my beliefs as a monk to refuse a gift from a friend."

Hana snorted a little.

"Thank you, Hana, truly," Zenyatta gave a slight bow of his head.

"It's not a big deal... Hana said, glancing off and itching at her cheek with a fingernail.

He wore it out of the store, and got more than a few glances and rubbernecks as he and Hana walked together. His shoulders bunched up as someone wolf-whistled from across the street. Hana just snickered. It was fun seeing someone else snag a lot of attention for once.

"I told ya you have the waist for it," Hana elbowed him.

"Quite remarkable," Zenyatta fidgeted with the cuffs of the jacket.

"Well, you have good taste," she tossed her drink in a nearby trashcan.

"I was reflecting more of the fact that, despite the fact that you said you were taking time for yourself today, you went out of your way to do something kind for someone else."

"It's just a little bit of shopping! It's not a big deal," Hana pocketed her hands.

"You did not answer my question, earlier," Zenyatta glanced toward her. It was already a little off-putting seeing him walking rather than floating, and the fact that he was taller than her when standing only compounded that.

"What question?"

"About your experience in clearing your mind."

Hana huffed. "Of course you're still hung up on that."

"Naturally. I care about my friend."

Hana gave him a frustrated pout before interlacing her fingers behind her head and sighing. "I'm really bad at it, honestly."

"Oh?"

"I keep thinking about the Meka squad, or maybe that I could be running diagnostics on Tokki and sending notes back to Dae-hyun, or maybe I could be streaming and telling my fans that Overwatch is doing a good job--we're doing a good job, right?"

Zenyatta shrugged.

"So I'm thinking about all that even though I'm just supposed to be here, and I'm just supposed to be having a good time, and then I just--I just bullied you into getting a tracksuit just to distract myself!"

"You bought this tracksuit," Zenyatta offered, "And I do appreciate it, greatly."

"Hrmgh," Hana folded her elbows forward from her interlaced fingers with exasperation.

"From the sound of it, however, it would seem that you do have a great awareness of your own thoughts," he mused.

"Eh?" Hana glanced at him.

"Well, when most think of honing one's mental focus, of clearing one's mind, the typical image is of the monk on the mountaintop in perfect concentration."

"You mean... you," Hana said with a slight finger-gun gesture.

"Possibly. But to ask the mind not to think is to ask a fish not to swim. Even the electrical brain of an omnic is constantly running multiple algorithms simply to maintain our systems and our sensory intake."

"So what's the trick?"

"...what you have been doing all afternoon--noticing when your mind is going in a direction you don't want it to go, and course-correcting."

Hana stared at him for a few seconds. "That's it?"

"That's it," Zenyatta shrugged.

"No--no--no--there's gotta be more," Hana scratched under the brim of her bucket hat.

"Well.. to make it easier, you can come up with a mantra."

"Okay, there it is," said Hana.

"'Mantra' simply translates to 'mind tool.' It is only a short phrase you employ to re-center yourself when you find your thoughts wandering beyond your control."

"Right. 'Om.'"

"It doesn't have to be 'om.'"

"It doesn't?"

"It can be virtually any phrase that emphasizes that this space within your mind is a space you can return to for peace and clarity. It can be something you associate with a good memory, or simply a phrase that comforts you to hear, or something that is unique enough to break you out of negative thought patterns."

"Liiiike... 'grass jelly tea?'" Hana was winding a strand of hair around her finger thoughtfully.

"If that is what works. The mind is wonderfully unique, is it not?"

"Yeah..." Hana said, glancing off. A few long seconds passed before she suddenly perked up. "You did it again," she said, pouting.

"Hm?"

"You don't have to keep doing it, you know!" Hana splayed her hands, pacing in front of Zenyatta.

"...talking to you?" Zenyatta tilted his head.

"Yeah--I mean no--I mean yeah--I mean we can just hang out! You don't need to be doing all the... 'meditation mantra training' thing!"

"No, but... I do very much appreciate your curiosity. And it makes me happy to offer advice to my friend."

"Well yeah, but--" Hana huffed. "Do you ever turn off?"

"Omnics can enter a low-power mode," Zenyatta said blithely.

"I mean the whole selfless, self-sacrificing thing," Hana said flatly.

"I could ask you the same thing," Zenyatta responded, "I suppose we could simply both learn to course-correct together."

----

About a week and a half had passed since that day, and Zenyatta was quietly meditating in one of his favorite spots on the watchpoint cliffs overlooking the sea. He heard someone clear their throat behind him and glanced over his shoulder.

"Uh--hey," Hana gave an awkward wave. "Room for one more?"

Zenyatta wordlessly scooted to one side and Hana plopped down next to him. She closed her eyes and took a long steady breath.

"Grass jelly tea," she said, very quietly to herself, "Grass jelly tea..."

She opened one eye at Zenyatta, expectantly.

"You're doing fine," said Zenyatta, "Though, of course, you are a better judge of your own thoughts than I am. Your mantra is your companion. It is not a bludgeon against your other thoughts."

"Okay, okay, okay--" Hana shut both her eyes and took another deep breath. "Grass jelly tea..." she said again.

"Hana?" Zenyatta spoke up.

"What? What am I doing wrong? It's the mantra. I knew it. The mantra's dumb, isn't it?"

"I like your mantra," said Zenyatta, "I simply wished to say that I watched your stream last night, and I enjoyed it greatly. It is wonderful to see how loved you are by your fans."

Hana blinked a few times. "Th-thanks... you could join the next one, if you want."

"That would be interesting..." said Zenyatta, "Now--as we were?"

Hana took another deep breath and settled where she was seated. "Grass jelly tea..." she said again.

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