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devswritingcornerorsmth · 15 days

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overwatch ratings based on how they would date

did this a while ago but spent too much time on it for it to not be posted. this is just a personal opinion and personal ratings based off lore and bias tbh. this will be updated with every hero (if I remember to lol)

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D.VA: 6/10. Caring and loving, fun gaming dates, but gets recognized a lot, and if it came down to it she’d choose her job to protect south korea over her lover

Doomfist: 4/10. He’d be a gentleman but probably only in it for sex or to be a sugar daddy. He’d treat his “lover” with respect tho so not a total loss i guess.

Junker Queen: 7/10. After the shit she’s been thru i think she doesnt really want a partner cuz shes afraid they’re just using her to get to the throne or that she’ll lose them. She’s protective and caring but also a bit overprotective to the point where it’s like okay calm down. Also might get into a few fights but eh.

Orisa: 0/10. she thinks it would be cute to be in a relationship but knows she cant be in one due to being the “protector of numbani”. so no.

Ramattra: 8/10. Deadass depends if it’s an omnic or not. If his lover is an omnic he will cherish them and take care of them, knowing that they’re one of the few things he loves in this life. If it’s a human then theres some. Problems. He doesnt open up easily and while he’s still protective and caring he can sometimes get very distant towards them because he fears that they only got close to him to use him or kill him.

Reinhardt: 9/10: Perfect gentleman. Treats you with respect and love, and cherishes you no matter what. -1 is because he can be really loud sometimes even when he doesnt mean to be

Roadhog: 5/10. I think of him as aroace but he would try and give it a shot just to feel what it’s like. Hes very quiet but also very calm. He would listen to his lover and do his best to help them, but he moves around a lot thanks to junkrat now and might cut off communication with you just to keep you safe when he's on the run

Sigma: 5/10. A real gentleman, would treat his lover with respect and kindness and love. Only downside is when he has one of his mind breaks and breakdowns. He forgets who he is and just focuses on violence. Also his control of gravity in that state is very fucky so if he’s having a breakdown his lover might get throw to the ground. He feels like jackshit afterwards and probably realizes it’s best not to have someone he cares about so close to him

Wrecking Ball: 0/10 no. he would simply not even if he wanted to. Aroace hampter

Winston: maybe a 1/10. i feel like he doesnt want a romantic relationship with anybody and just wants friends (aroace monke)

Zarya: 6/10. Protective and caring but would focus too much on her job. would also pick her country over her lover if it did come down to it

Mauga: 8/10: Would treat his lover right and give them anything they asked for. Free beach house, gifts, and a loving, protective, obsessive bf. -2 because slight yandere vibes and can get too possesive-

Damage:

Ashe: 6/10. Partners in crime kinda thing but if you’re not really into that stuff she’s probably not that into you. She has BOB watching you when she cant during a fight but shes always next to you when she can be.

Bastion: 0/10. Dude just wants to live in the woods with his bird he doesnt want that stuff.

Cassidy: 8/10. Southern sweetheart. Treats his partner with love and respect. Only downside is that he’d be out a lot doing his job, but he would let somebody else do it to be with you if it’s a special occasion or if he really wants to stay with you.

Echo: 2/10. Not big on romance but would try it out for science. Sadly in the end it’s not real love so. Oof

Genji: 9/10. Probably doesn’t want a relationship at first because of his body but he gets used to it and opens up his heart. Honestly very good boyfriend would be there to listen and help you with stuff. -1 cuz he might be out doing overwatch stuff a lot and also might not be the most exciting person to be around if you're a hyper person.

Hanzo: 6/10. Can’t see him getting in a relationship after everything thats happened but if he did he’d be kinda bad at it but you could tell that he’s trying his best.

Junkrat: 5/10. I love him but i cant really see him *staying* in a relationship for long. He doesn’t know how to stop sometimes and can get really annoying really quick but he loves making things for his lover and would do his best to keep them away from the dangerous bombs. He loves them a lot but doesn’t know how to turn the love down. Really clingy so if youre into that cool.

Mei: 9/10. Absolute sweetheart. Loves you to bits and takes you out to her favorite restaurants and stuff. -1 cuz you had to have a long distance relationship due to her being in Antarctica and the fact she slept for years with no communication with her lover-

Phara: 4/10. Cares about her job more but would be an okay girlfriend, doing the basics.

Reaper: 1/10. He’s done with love and would probably just just be a sugar daddy or just be there for sex. Even if he did find himself feeling something he’d ignore it and move on

Sojourn:5/10. Not interested in dating or finding love but if it finds her she’ll go for it. Pretty nice girlfriend, makes sure to take care of her lover but does focus on her job a lot more sometimes.

Soldier:76: 0/10. Not interested and has made sure to break off any past relationships. Doesn’t want the people he cares about to get hurt. So he still cares but doesnt go see them.

Somba: 7/10. Would be a pretty good girlfriend if she wanted to have a relationship. She keeps all people she cares about far away and unaware of her deeds at Talon. So a long distance relationship until she can take some time off to go see her lover and vibe.

Symmetra: 3/10. Doesn’t know how to even start a relationship and doesn’t really want to. Her job is important to her so she wouldn’t want distractions from it.

Torbjorn: 6/10. His wife and him had a few children and have been married for a while so he’s probably got the whole love thing covered.

Tracer: 9/10. Probably one of the best on this list. She’s loving and caring and makes sure to spend a lot of time with her partner.

Widowmaker: 3/10. Last partner she had was um. killed by her so. +3 if you could break down her walls and see the real her but very low chance

Venture: 8.5/10: Would talk to you about rocks, fossils, and everything else they can think about. They’d even let you name rocks around the house. -2 cuz they’ll talk your ear off about rocks n stuff while also bouncing around everywhere. They can also be gone for long periods of time but always makes sure to call. If you can deal with the infodumping and adhd then 9.5/10 for you

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Ana: 5/10. She doesn’t want a relationship but she’d be very loving and caring to her lover.

Baptiste: 8/10. Great boyfriend, lovers needs always come first and he’s very open and always has an ear out to listen. -2 because he’s constantly on the run and the relationship could get stressed.

Brigitte: 5/10. Mostly focused on her work but would make a pretty good girlfriend if she finds the right person. The relationship would mostly be a test one because she lowkey doesn’t understand it.

Kiriko: 4/10. Would love to be in a relationship but protecting her home is more important than finding love to her.

Lucio: 9/10. Actual sweetheart. Would make music for you and would cancel shows last second if something came up and you needed something. If you need anything he’ll be there to help.

Mercy: 8/10. She’s really focused on her work but no matter what would take time to come stay with you for a while. -2 because sometimes too focused on work and sometimes doesnt have time to see you for a long time.

Moira: 0/10. Not looking for a relationship and would probably lie just to get you strapped to a table and butchered.

Zenyatta: 7/10. Would make a decent boyfriend but he can’t have relationships due to being a monk. He’d be there to listen and to give advice when you needed it.

Liveweaver: 9/10. Perfect boyfriend in every way. Like no competition. -1 cuz he's on the run from multiple governments so he won't be able to talk all the time or be with you much to his dismay. multiple texts a day tho

Illari: 4/10. Tbh I can't see her getting into a relationship after everything. She's too scared that something will happen with her powers again and hurt her lover

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akoiromanticstudent · 1 year

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POV, Galactic Emperor Sigma, and you uhhh, uh, you, uhhhhhh, uhh,

#dr. siebren de kuiper #siebren de kuiper #sigma overwatch #overwatch sigma #sigma ow #overwatch shitpost #overwatch #galactic emperor sigma #emperor sigma #sigma #sigma x reader #siebren de kuiper x reader #sigma overwatch x reader #overwatch sigma x reader #ah geez there's a bulge and everything

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simping-on-the-daily · 9 months

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Why are people so afraid of making the Reader in X Reader fics an elderly person like the actual fucking love interest. It's always that they're younger then the character and that's just...why are people so afraid of making the Reader old. Let them have a beard full of grey hairs and let them be balding let them have kids,,, fuck let them have grandkids. Why is my 60 year old blorbo being paired with a reader in their 20s, or at the least visibly younger. Let Readers be old when they're shipped with old characters

#overwatch 2 x reader #overwatch x reader #ow x reader #ow2 x reader #reinhardt x reader #sigma x reader #siebren de kuiper x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #pierro x reader #welt yang x reader #star rail x reader #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #let me know if you'd like to add someone to the tags!!#simper says stuff

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purpleph4se · 1 year

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shades of cool

sigma | siebren de kuiper x reader

warnings | smut, fem/afab! reader, soft dom! sigma, oral (fem), creampie, praise kink, very very self indulgent sorry

a/n | i fucking hate tumblr why did i struggle so much to make this fucking post. this is a cry for help. tumblr fix your fucking app. but um yeah this. i go from nothing for months to smut of an old man i know. i’ve been fixated on ow for months and um i really really like sigma oops. so my brilliant idea was to sexualize him like it’s my full time job. to anyone reads this (im expecting not that many ppl) i hope u enjoy it <3 crossposted on my ao3

translations | mooi - beautiful, heerlijk - gorgeous, sterrenlicht - starlight, schatje - sweetheart , mijn liefje - my love, je bent te goed voor mij, mijn lieve meid - you’re too good for me sweet girl

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“can i kiss you?”

you asked, and he tilted his head as if he believed that he had misheard you. no, you’re leaning in now, and oh, your skin is so soft against his own, gentle and yet somehow firm. you…actually wanted him. “siebren?” you murmured against his slightly parted mouth, snapping him out of his daze.

“yes,” he responded breathlessly.

you slowly touched your lips to his, gingerly and invitingly, daring him to deepen the kiss himself. and when he did, you couldn’t help but sigh with relief.

he’s going slow, but with such careful precision that the movement of his lips has you under some kind of spell. the warmth and wetness of his tongue flicks delicately across your lip. you didn’t expect him to be so…romantic. had he been waiting for this moment?

his hand comes to the side of your neck, “you are so, so beautiful…” again, he’s kissing you, speaking heated affirmations into your lips, “...so perfect…” those same, unbearably tender kisses begin to travel, moving to your cheek, peppering over towards your neck just below your ear.

his hand falls lower, allowing the roughness of his palm to slide down your arm, then to your waist, stopping to press his thumb into the smooth skin at the hem of your dress. the squeeze of it causes the most abrupt squeak to peep out of you, and in response, siebren chuckles into your neck. he kisses you there again and again, his body pressing you harder into the counter behind you as he moves in as close as he can possibly be.

he kisses you while his warm, heavy hands continue to wander. they seem to travel aimlessly, crisscrossing your back and inching higher, climbing your sides until his blunt nails ghost over your ribcage, dragging along your dress.

goosebumps start to peak there, following his fingertips when they sink into your stomach, cupping just below your tits. you breathe his name cautiously, as if saying it too loud might wake you from this daydream. two calloused thumbs swipe along the curve of your breasts, just beneath the swell of them, and meet at your sternum, sinking into the flesh of it when he closes his mouth on yours again.

you melt like putty in siebren’s weathered hands, easing further into his touch and allowing him to turn you around with the soft utterance of your name. his mouth draws nearer to yours, strung together with sweet saliva that clings to your tongues.

suddenly, he’s letting go, bringing that same hand back to your face. siebren pulls you into another, deep kiss. with every timid movement of your own, his lips press into yours harder. you can hear the heaviness of his breaths as, in between kisses, he’s mumbling inaudible words “mooi” and “heerlijk” and “sterrenlicht" none of it registering.

he mumbles something against your lips with a smile as his hands drift away from your face, skirting over the thin fabric of your sundress and squeezing just beneath the curve of your ass, only to scoop you up and lift you onto the countertop with a grunt, leaving your mouth to its own devices.

your thighs, warm and trembling, splaying across the cool granite surface and instinctively parting to accommodate his size as he guides your legs into place. his fingertips hook into the soft spot behind your knees, bringing them to settle on either side of his waist as you wrap your legs around him.

arching further into him while your vision begins to blur, you whimper, feeling lightheaded as your body chases his form, squirming and wedged between the weight of his hips and the countertop.

you allow your head to tip back, baring your throat to him as you trail your fingers up the column of his neck. your nails card through the surprisingly soft hair that falls around the nape of his neck, lightly scratching his scalp, following him as he dips to mouth at your collarbone.

somewhere in the suffocating space between you, siebren’s hands creep beneath your dress, bunching the material at the top of your hips while deft fingers creep into the space between your thighs.

his breath kisses the crook of your neck, warm and sticky, while a heavy, husky question rolls off of his tongue, tumbling onto the salty skin below his mouth.

“do you want me to stop?”

an unintelligible whimper claws its way out of your throat, embarrassingly pitiful.

you can’t let him go.

rough fingertips trace feather-light circles onto smooth flesh, pinching at the soft fat that sits at the tops of your thighs with a mellow hum and a quiet, disapproving tsk-tsk.

“say it for me.”

warm breath ghosts over your skin, tickling your neck while siebren’s lips graze the tender skin that lies just beneath your earlobe. his teeth scrape that sensitive spot deliberately as his hands climb higher, stretching until his thumbs meet, hovering mere centimeters away from the heat between your legs.

“i need to hear you, schatje...”

you stammer indistinctly, pawing at the back of his neck while your eyes train towards the ceiling. you felt dizzy.

siebren’s teeth scrape your skin, they sink into the curve of your throat. broad, practiced thumbs cross one another and press into your panties, stroking down the cloaked hood of your clit, rolling over the bud through thin, sticky cotton. your body jumps, chasing that feeling, and goosebumps rise on your skin as he begins to pull away.

“wait! i-i want it,” you plead, forcing yourself into his hands with a strained whine. “please, d-don’t stop!”

his lips curl against your neck, in a sly, subtle grin over the impression he has made, slick with his spit and marred by the circle of shallow, tooth-shaped indentations in your skin.

“you’re so precious when you beg.”

lodged between your thighs while he gently urges you to lift your sundress higher, bunching it up around your hips “we certainly don’t want to ruin such a pretty thing, do we?”

siebren crouches in front of the counter, thumbing at your swollen clit intently, inching his way down your body and littering insistent kisses there in his wake. he makes his way towards the floor, stooping until he is eye-level with your sheer, soaked panties, cupped so nicely in his large hands.

he’s barely touched you and you’re already seeing stars, with your cheeks flaming, you clutch at the cold, stony countertop, kneading your lower lip between your teeth while your nails clatter towards the edge, grasping for some sort of stability as your body chases him.

broad, heavy shoulders rise and fall, pitching with each reverent breath stolen between your legs, and siebren takes two fingers to your puffy mound, watching the flimsy cotton barrier cave under each swipe of his fingertips, smearing warmth along the damp material that clings to your folds.

his tongue flickers past his teeth, flitting over his parted lips as he stares, entranced by the responsive throb of your cunt when he swipes at the wetness, visible through your sheer panties.

“fascinating.”

heat emanates from his body, pouring off of his face and his palms, and he noses closer, mere inches away from the wet, sticky cotton.

“let’s take these off,” he huffs against damp, warm skin, breathing in the scent of your arousal shamelessly. “they’d just get in the way.” he let out a small chuckle. dork.

you brace yourself against the cabinet behind your back gently, lifting yourself while his fingers curl into the flimsy panties. siebren peels them off, agonizingly slow, dragging the skimpy, sodden article down your thighs and off of your feet, pausing to press gentle kisses along your damp skin. he takes his time, memorizing the shape of your body and savoring your scent before the warmth of his breath ghosts your pussy again.

siebren takes his time to savor the experience, trailing a lone fingertip through the slick mess, collecting it on the pads of his fingers and pulling away. one finger swipes up against you, nudging it aside and marveling at the easy gush of your cunt when he runs a cruel thumb along your clit.

“so sensitive.”

he hushes the whine that reverberates in your lungs. god he could smell your arousal. that was nearly enough to make him cum all over himself like he was an inexperienced young man again. he shifted–painfully hard between his legs.

“tell me...tell me how it feels.”

the thought of him watching your face, watching you unravel so easily under is a little more than humiliating. your grip on the counter speaks for you, straining knuckles beginning to ache while you hold onto the edge. your head feels full of cotton, you can’t even form a sentence.

all you can do is return his unwavering gaze with your mouth ajar, lip quivering, watching helplessly as he sinks a rough finger into your cunt, drenching it to the hilt in seconds. your face burns at the sight, having watched your pussy swallow a thick digit so quickly.

siebren pushes you further, swiping away at your clit, edging a second finger in beside the first. you let out a pathetic whimper. and cave, sighing, “s’ good—feels so good mmh-!” and then, his hands pull away and land on your thighs, kneading soft flesh as he drags you towards the edge of the counter, closer and closer, until his face is sandwiched between your legs.

in a moment of sheer weakness, you make the mistake of looking down, sealing your own fate in a single glance.

you meet his gorgeous periwinkle eyes while he pushes your thighs apart before hoisting them over his head, forcing you to accommodate broad shoulders as they settle into the soft curve of your calves.

as siebren bows his head, he plants a tender kiss on top of the soft mound between his hands, and breathes your name like a prayer.

his breath comes out in measured puffs, sucked in and fleshed out in utter restraint and a hot, heavy tongue trails up your cunt, pressing flat against your clit and dragging higher until its wet, rounded tip nudges the sweet little bundle of nerves between your legs.

your hands tangling into his silver hair. your nails track over his scalp, pulling him in and encouraging him while you writhe, hips hoisting off of the counter to chase his mouth as he sucks at your cunt. his name is the only word on your lips.

you peek down again, watching siebrens elegant nose bump against your clit, the sight was overwhelming. siebren makes a deep rumble of a noise. with his free hand he presses two digits up to your slick, awaiting entrance. You feel the roll of soft vibrations coursing through your core as he moans again.

siebren sucks at your pussy, lapping at the juices dripping down his chin, slick with his own drool as the tip of his tongue delves into soft, spongy flesh.

he’s hooked on the taste of your skin, drunk on it, eyes glazed over and lashes feathering his view as he peers up at you between your thighs. the noises he makes are downright obscene, contributing to the flare of heat in your cheeks. his fingers scissor and curl along your walls, dragging against the spot that leaves your cunt drooling into his hand.

“siebren,” you gasp, “i w-want—want you inside me…”

he hums inquisitively. you’re slurring a little, the words coming out jumbled, “please—fuck me-“

his tongue slips between his fingers, spreading the sticky walls of your cunt open, breathing, “such language…” it takes a single whine, a pathetic “please” to hoist him off his knees, stumbling up to cup your jaw in one hand, his mouth pressed to your throat, teeth grazing your ear while his other hand plays with your clit, thumbing it while steady fingers plunge deeper into your cunt.

“you want me to fuck your sweet little cunt, don’t you?”

his utterly filthy words caused a whimper bubble up from your throat. your hands begin to tremble once more, clutching to his shirt’s collar, eagerly nodding into the crook of his neck.

“i’ll take care of you, mijn liefje.”

the fingers filling you up slip out, soaked and slick. the cool and empty feeling aches, but the sound of a zipper and the rustling of fabric makes your head rush, dizzy with anticipation. you don’t dare to look, holding your breath as the swollen, silky head grazes your entrance. he guides it over your clit, rutting into the mess the two of you made gently, collecting spit and slick and precum on the tip of his cock.

it feels big, warm and round and thicker than his fingers - you don’t know whether to be thrilled or terrified, but you drag him in all the same, urging him on by winding your legs around his waist and pulling his hips closer. “you’re sure,” he breathes, “sure you want this?”

one nod, and he’s gone, angling the head of his cock against your drooling cunt, nudging at puffy lips and spreading them apart.

your fingers curl at his collar, knuckles locking while you stifle a squeal, feeling him sink into you. “i’m so sorry, i know, i know—“ his voice sounds strained, “you’re just so—tight... ”

siebren lets you set the pace, easing up and telling you to take it slow. you know he’s watching his cock disappear in to your cunt. you let go of his collar, seizing his face and hauling his mouth towards yours. you kiss him, deeply and desperately for a sweet distraction, lips colliding and stealing you away from the dull pain swelling in the pit of your stomach as his cock forces its way into your gummy, giving walls.

siebren slides in painstakingly slow, catching your lower lip between his teeth and tugging it gently as his cockhead breaches another inch of your cunt, wracking your body with a feeble sob.

“that’s it…”

a soft groan rolls off of his tongue, dripping onto yours as he bottoms out, extending his finger to flick at your clit, swollen and soaked with saliva.

“good girl,” he breathes, mouth leaving yours, entwined by the threads of drool between your lips. “you take me so well, liefje.”

his hands slip down your body, fingers grazing sensitive skin and curling around your thighs, lifting them higher on his waist and cooing out a soft reminder, “breathe.”

a beat passes, then two; he whispers your name, and his hands climb towards your waist, fingertips dancing over your ribs idly as he peers down at the place where the two of you meet, watching your cunt swallow the hilt of his cock and push back on it.

you focus on the rise and fall of your chest for a moment, your eyes slip shut, allowing your body to adjust to this strange new fullness. siebren dips his head into the crook of your neck, cooing praises and kissing them into your skin, thumbing circles into your skin.

your voice trembles, and your fists curl as you mewl, “hah—p-please, move…” a subtle smile tugs at the corners of his mouth, grazing your clavicle, and he nods, rocking his hips shallowly. his strokes are slow and measured, meticulously matching your breaths, setting a rhythm. then, he breaks it. your voice shatters his name as he bottoms out in a single, brutal thrust that makes you see stars. then, quickly, another. and another. soon, he falls into a gradual flow.

each rock of his hips, every pump of his cock that meets with your core sends pathetic noises flowing from your lips. even he, despite his desperate attempts to keep his composure, can’t help the broken, almost whiny, sounds that escape from his throat.

his head darts down, capturing you a sloppy kiss. and you return every single one, lapping at his tongue with your own, drinking him in. you’re overwhelmed, crying tears of pleasure from the hard, now quickening thrusts of his length. your walls clench around him tighter, engulfing him even deeper. he’s whimpering, a shy, needy little noise. his fingers reach to toy at your clit, playing generously with the bud. you cry out, mouth falling open in an unintelligible sob.

your nails dig into his neck, no doubt leaving noticeable marks. “so good, je bent te goed voor mij, mijn lieve meid” you're too lost in the to even try to understand. your squeals had now morphed fully into wanton moans and little pathetic cries, hitching and catching in rhythm to his pace. likewise siebrens grunts and groans are ripped from his chest, bubbling up only to escape when he glanced down at his cock pumping hard into your opening.

your toes curl, and you feel like you’re choking on air, smothered by his hands. you drown in him, in his cologne, his sweat, and his thunderous voice.

“such a-ah—sweet girl,” he murmurs, sinking into your tight little hole and drinking in your pathetic, disheveled state with a careful glance. “such a good girl for me…” your cunt drools, stretching and squeezing, groping his cock greedily and gushing when he splits you open again and again.

“s-siebren ! mmn-m-! please m-m’gonna cum,” your orgasm coils deep in your tummy, tight and white-hot, you sob into his neck, eyes glazing over as siebren’s hips collide with yours. you wail his name as he slams into the spot inside of you that sends you spiraling into nothingness and everything at once.

“cum for me, sweet girl—” and you do, clenching around his cock and squeezing, back arching and hips rolling clumsily as you shove him impossibly deeper, trapping him with your calves and pulling him close.

drunk on his cock, in the haze of your orgasm, you manage to beg, “siebren-! pl-please cum inside me!”

siebren groans in response. his thrusts were beginning to stagger now, your wet warmth was too much, and he soon picked up the pace to a bruising speed. your moans became breathless, his thrusts almost knocking the very air out of your lungs from sheer need. tears stream down your cheeks with every overwhelming sensation, spikes of pleasure leaving you intoxicated.

giving a few hash, stuttering pumps to your aching core, siebren came with a broken moan into your exposed neck. bottoming out as his pulsating length spasmed and throbbed. bucking his hips desperately to coax out every drop of his seed—the amount causing sticky strings of cum to leak out of your still throbbing pussy. he clings to you, huffing, and presses an appreciative, wet kiss to the crook of your neck.

he’s thanking you. your limp, tuckered-out arms wind around his neck lazily, pulling his face into your chest and tangling your fingers into silky salt-and-pepper hair, lightly scratching at his scalp. you thank him quietly in return.

#siebren de kuiper x reader #sigma x reader #overwatch x reader #overwatch smut #overwatch imagine #siebren de kuiper #my writing

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pinkusmaximus · 1 year

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Siebren de Kuiper x Reader Headcanons

Look, I’m not usually the biggest fan of lists, but @akoiromanticstudent made a fantastic list of headcanons for Maestro Sigma and I was just like… let me write down my thoughts when I’m writing about the silly science man.

Look, everybody already headcanons this, but I’ll say it again; Siebren is a massive guy, and stronger than he really understands at times, so he takes the utmost care to be gentle and cautious with you.

Sometimes the caution goes a little too far and you have to end up asking to be squeezed tighter when he hugs you. Let’s be real, you like the big science man, you probably desire the sense of security his size brings you. Having seen the worst of humanity, he doesn’t mind indulging his protective side for you.

Siebren is ridiculously intelligent, but doesn’t try to dumb anything down when talking to you. In fact, he highly encourages you to ask questions any time you don’t understand something, because it just gives him an opportunity to go on an even longer tangent. You don’t mind (because you just like the sound of his voice, don’t you?).

He has few (if any) hobbies because he already does what he loves and has a hard time disconnecting from his work (literally lol sorry), but he would take interest in your hobbies purely out of a desire to learn about something new.

Has an innate appreciation of the arts that surprises some. His love of music is well-documented, but he would enjoy analyzing literature and art as well. It might take somebody who is already into those things to spark his interest since he’s already preoccupied with other pursuits, though.

He’s more likely to feel seen and understood by somebody who is neurodivergent. Look, the guy is strongly coded as autistic. I’m claiming this one for me and the homies.

He will not stop saying things in Dutch just because he speaks English— often just to mess with you. He wants you to figure out what he’s telling you, or what he’s calling you, at a later date in order to witness the delayed reaction. He is surprisingly teasing with you, picking out nicknames and phrases that he knows will cause a fit of blushing madness after you desperately scroll through your Dutch-to-English dictionary, trying to sound out what he’d said to you. Unfortunately for him, this will just make you better and better at guessing what he’s saying as you spend more time together and become more fluent yourself, and you can soon turn it back on him.

He doesn’t really know how to relax. Even if he seems like he is, he’s always a bit on edge. His mind moves a million miles a minute at all times, and it will often fall on you to make sure he’s being intentional with how he spends his downtime.

He has a vast collection of tea varieties. Prefers honey over sugar, as he doesn’t like the aftertaste. He has essentially memorized the best steeping times for every single variety he has, but tends to over-steep due to being somewhat easily distracted. He’d probably appreciate it if you bought him a kitchen timer, but you might have to be the one to listen for it regardless because his thoughts are often too loud for him to notice things like alarms and chimes.

That being said, he gives you a key to his home pretty quickly because he will never hear the doorbell, except perhaps the first time or two he’s expecting your company.

At first you think he’s just an extremely tidy person, because his home is impeccable all the time, but you gradually realize that it’s just because he spends all of his time in two rooms; his bedroom, and his study. There’s a thin layer of dust everywhere else.

Also, this guy has a terrible sense of time. Time is truly just a social construct to Siebren and you are going to be in charge of making sure you get to events you plan to attend together on time. In fact, you wonder how he managed to be as successful as he is with how often he’s late. Then again, he’s the smartest person you’ve ever met, so you suppose exceptions are made for him, which probably just exacerbates the issue.

#siebren de kuiper #sigma #sigma overwatch #sigma ow #overwatch #overwatch sigma #siebren de kuiper x reader #sigma x reader #overwatch x reader #overwatch 2 #overwatch shitpost

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theholybun · 1 year

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Pov: you're gonna have sex with Siebren in a suit

Yall... this lemon Siebrenx reader is sheet gripping, mouth gagging, toes curling, eyes rolling, tip toeing, mouth foaming, dog barking, primal activing piece of literature 😔 Bless by no other than @akoiromanticstudent

This scene... just decided to live in ny head rent free. 😔 (in this economy)

Please check it out. I beg please. You don't regret it. Please check out their A03 fics. They are mind blowing-ly amazing and a lot of siebren action.

#overwatch #sigma #siebren de kuiper #sigma overwatch #sigma ow #overwatch sigma #overwatch x reader #siebren de kuiper x reader #sigma x reader #a03 #lemon #fanart #My art work #Overwatch art from me

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consceleratuswrites · 1 year

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Hello everyone! I would like to share an incredible illustration created by @gandalfsparkles

I feel really fortunate that I got to connect with her and request a commission. Her fan art for 'The Empress' blew me away, and I knew I had to ask her to come up with a concept cover for me.

You should definitely give her a follow! She's seriously talented and working with her was an absolute delight. She kept me updated every step of the way to make sure I was happy with everything.

#the empress #siebren de kuiper #sigma x reader #siebren de kuiper x reader #galactic emperor sigma #overwatch sigma #overwatch art #the empress fanart

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thesunwithstars · 2 years

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Some good Overwatch boys x slightly!chubby, insecure reader

Writing must has come back so lets write while I have it! (gifs aren't mine) Warnings: None, just fluff

🪐Sigma🪐: ➼ He loves you for you! And nothing will ever change & his love for you never falters. ➼ When insecurities are bad, he's right there, giving you endless compliments, snuggles, kisses & going on rambles of how much he adores you. ➼ If he sees anyone looks at you wrong or says anything mean, he's right behind you looming & giving slight daggers ➼ If that don't work, then he'll scoop you up, float away with a flustered you, he might deal with them after showing plenty of love to you.

🛡 Reinhardt 🛡 : ➼Much like Sigma, he loves you, he'll say it loudly & very proudly. ➼Rein will boast about you a lot to whose who will listen about you, he loves that he can pick you up & kinda squish hug you ➼He will forever love just holding you, kissing your every insecurity away plus cuddle them out of you. ➼ If anyone, absolutely anyone, makes one bad remark about you, his mood will flip. He'll defend you then will flip around, flinging you on his shoulder, despite protest from you to put you back down, until in the away to put you down & checking to see if you're okay.

🐲Genji🐲: ➼ He's a proud to call you his, & he makes sure he says that every once in a while, especially when you feel insecure about your body. ➼ If you can't find anything to wear, he can be the go to person to help you out with an outfit. He has good taste! ➼ God help the person who makes a mean comment, if it isn't Genji, it's his noodle dragon they've got to worry about or both they have to worry about. ➼ Talking of his noodle dragon, she loves to snuggle with you! You're so warm & soft, if Genji can't find her, 9/10 he knows she's having cuddles with you. (He's totally not jealous of it) ➼ Zen also has taken a liking to you, often asking Genji about you or always stopping hello or having a chat with you, often asking you to join himself & Genji for meditation or some tea. ➼Hanzo likes you & Genji together, & although, he likes to keep some distance, he will greet you or have small talk with you. May or may not see if you & Genji would like to accompany him for tea when he is done battling his demons,

#overwatch imagines #overwatch x reader #sigma overwatch #siebren de kuiper #sigma x reader #siebren de kuiper x reader #reinhardt x reader #genji x reader

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ya-zz · 10 months

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would you mind writing sigma with a praise kink?? thank you so much <33

SIGMA MY LOVE

Apologies this took awhile to get to, lovely! I hope I've done this some justice ♥

Sigma x Reader (gen)

Word count: 1317

Siebren was used to receiving praise, especially when it came to his work. His understandings of the universe and the stars above gained him quite a few compliments on the daily. He enjoyed it thoroughly and it even pushed him to keep going, to find out more about the endless abyss above.

Although, over time, the praise was becoming quite tormenting to him, the same compliments being thrown at him slowly became mundane. He expected them now and they were no longer surprising. In fact, he would try to guess what the next words to come out of their mouths were.

“You’re really amazing, Professor!”

“Can’t wait for the next finding!”

“Keep up the brilliant work!”

Among many more, they were drilled into his head, a symphony he couldn’t stop no matter how many times he would try to put his mind elsewhere. All he would do now was nod, smile and keep working, ignoring the comments that came. Each and every time he would wander the hallway, someone would say something, so he would plan his time to avoid everyone whenever possible.

In fact, he was getting so tired of it, he hired an assistant to help him. He would stay in his lab while you would go on coffee runs and transport papers to others. You were his personal assistant, under one rule that you weren’t to compliment him. It confused you at first, but you agreed as you needed the money, and he was paying well.

You would watch him write down some of the most mind boggling equations on the board at the front of the room, each of them confusing you more and more as you looked on. No matter how hard you would try to think to try to work it out, your mind would come back blank.

Occasionally he would offer to teach you, but each time you declined, knowing that no matter how long you stared at the letters and numbers, it wouldn’t make sense.

All you could do was do run his errands during the day, go get his coffee, tea sometimes when he wasn’t in the mood for high caffeine, run some documents to other employees and bring him reports or books. Whatever he asked, you would do. Most days it was just the coffee run, other days it was hectic. You did your job well, and that’s all that mattered to both you and him. You stayed silent most days, only talking when he started the conversation, whatever it may be.

Siebren grew quite fond of you as the weeks passed by. He enjoyed your company and he enjoyed the quietness. His mind was clearer than before and he managed to get quite a lot of work done since hiring you.

He knew he made a good choice. You followed his orders immediately, and if you had any qualms, you were direct in telling him, rather than moping around. Siebren could work comfortably around you, and sometimes at the end of the day, he would partake in casual conversation with you, usually asking about your future plans or listening to your complaints from outside of work.

Although he only had you as his assistant, you were more of a friend to him, and your presence was always welcome around his lab.

Those weeks merged into months and the two of you grew closer. Close friends but not lovers. It was a calm and sweet feeling as the two of you continued to share stories about your past and Siebren of his findings. Yet you would refrain from complimenting him, and it irked you in ways he wouldn’t know. All you wanted to do was congratulate him on his new research, to praise him for all of the work he had been conducting recently but you saw the way his face soured after the countless compliments he’d receive whenever he walked to and from his lab.

Just like every other day, you would enter the building, instantly grabbing yourself and Siebren coffee, sauntering through the hallways until you reached his lab, unlocking the door with the keycard he made for you and placing his cup down on his desk, mindful not to spill the contents on his papers.

The professor was scrawling over the whiteboard, muttering incoherent words as he wrote, not seeming to notice you enter and stand next to him. You watched on, keeping your distance as to not distract him before he turns and smiles at you and then goes back to writing his equations.

You move out of his way, sitting down and waiting for his order, slowly sipping on your drink as you continued to watch him.

“Ah! Finally!” The professor exclaims after some time. He turns to you, eyes sparkling under the fluorescent lights above as his smile grows.

You look at him before looking at the board, nodding in little understanding. “You have spent weeks on this singular equation and you’ve finally cracked it, well done! I knew you could do it!” The smile on your face faltered slightly as you realised what you had just done, and the look the scientist gave you confirmed your fear.

There was an uncomfortable silence in the room as you avert your gaze, looking around before looking down at your hands. “I- I apologise.” You stammer, feeling his eyes still on you.

Siebren stood there in shock before his shoulders relaxed. He didn’t know why but something felt different. Hearing the praise come from you felt right. His cheeks grew warm at the feeling, wanting to hear more of your praise.

“Say it again…” He voice was low but accent thick. “Please…”

Your head shot up, the confusion clearly plastered on your face as your mouth opened. “I-I am proud of you, well done…”

He stood there for a moment longer, face red and an awkward smile on his face. “Thank you, [y/n].”

All you could do was nod, not knowing what else to say in the moment. Your eyes lock with his before he looks away, walking back to his desk to grab his coffee. He felt strange. Happy, almost. No, definitely happy. Excited, maybe. All he knew was that your praise to him was something he thoroughly enjoyed and wanted to hear more of it.

He glances over at you, watching you as your eyes scan the whiteboard ahead, the confusion ever present on your face. Siebren chuckles to himself, leaning back against his desk. He had this pang of want and need in his chest as he stares at you, something inside of him burned and it wasn't the coffee.

You caught him looking at you, cheeks warming up as you smile at him before looking away again, suddenly shy and timid. His smile grew on his face as he stood straight, your words echoing in his head as he grabs a handful of papers.

“Perhaps you could deliver these for me?” He approaches you, handing the stack of papers to you.

It caught you off guard, but you nodded, taking the papers from him as your fingers brushed his in the process. Both parties smiled gently before you stood and left the room.

“No rush, take your time!” He called out to you, and for once, he wanted you to take your time. The professor watched you leave before he made his way into his private office at the back of his lab, locking the door behind him as he sat down at the desk in there. Your words continued to echo within his mind, overpowering every other thought as he slumps down in his chair, one hand ruffling his hair as he contemplated on what to do next.

No matter what he thought about, you plagued his very mind. Words like a broken record, never ending and he loved it.

“I am proud of you, well done.”

#overwatch #siebren de kuiper #sigma x reader #siebren de kuiper x reader #ow #fanfic #overwatch fanfiction #reader #overwatch 2 #sigma overwatch #gender neutral reader #reader insert #sigma #ow2 #yazzfics

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superums · 9 months

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siebren de kuiper 'sigma' x reader

gn!reader. fluff. angst. talks about sigmas lore. overwatch lore in general. uses (name), no y/n really. established relationship. reader is older. no younger than 50. reader is a overwatch agent. sigma and reader are married. moira hate but not too much. uses of dutch pls tell me if the translations are wrong :). no pronouns. all in second person.

color coded text: sigma, you

general headcannons

*you are a support character, a nanobologist and scientist that helped create various weapons of the original overwatch team ( mercy's staff, your own sniper as well as ana's)

you were married to sigma way before overwatch began. you always were happy to indulge in his many theories about gravity and you've even helped him try to create a few gadgets to harness it.

though it never worked but he was always grateful that you even listened to his incoherent ramblings when no one else would.

you're a native english speaker but you learned dutch to communicate with sibren more not only to understand him when he switches from english to dutch mid science experiment but to make him feel more comfortable around you at home.

sibren likes to calls you cute nicknames like poesje, darling, mijn geliefde, sweetheart and Mijn lieverd.

translation: kitty, my lover and my darling

you begged seibren not to go to space when the offer came, saying that you feel like something bad would happen but he promised you he's be fine. kissing your hand and rubbing your back when you would try to object.

you made him promise you that he'd come back and he did.. i suppose he didn't lie

when seibren went to space to further his studies you went back into yours trying your best to distract yourself from your husband.

you worked on your inventions─making deployable mist, guns thats can heal, turrets that can make you go faster, you worked yourself to the bone doing anything to distract yourself from the thought of him.

when you found out about sibrens accident you were understandably shaken to the core. you didn't move or eat for days. instead you watched the several tapes of footage from you twos wedding.

you remembered the phone-call, a woman told you thats he was dead and his bodies whereabouts was classified it shattered your heart.

you moved into your laboratory the day after, deciding looking at sketches was better than the pictures of you and your dead husband on the walls

when you got winston's recall you were a mess, eyes dull and heart forever heavy you felt torn. on one side you wanted to wallow in your on despair and not answer, on the other there was a small voice saying 'sibren wouldn't want this for you'

after going back and forth in your mind and the continuous beeping of the message from your computer you answered it.

'in game' headcannons

your older overwatch friends are so worried about you in ow1, you have many voice lines thats are pretty much saying "you don't look so good, i hope you feel better one day"

you also have at least 2 of voicelines that pretty much say you wish you could go back and stop that day (sibren leaving) from happening

when sibren or sigma got released your voicelines for him seemed very, emotional to say the least.

(you): what have they done to you my liefde?

sigma: something i wish didn't have to be

(you): what have they done to you my liefde?

sigma: it is i whose to blame...

translation: liefde = love

i belive he blames himself for a lot of what happened with the exposure to the black whole and even the talon thing but i also believe that he isn't exactly sorry about what happened either because it furthered his life long research

you're the only person that makes him say/think anything close 'talon bad' instead of projecting or changing the subject. he's still being manipulated and it's hard to snap someone out of that mindset but he's really trying for you

(you): sibren those people... they're using you

sigma: they're helping me further my research.....i think

(you): it's always what you think and never what you know

(you): sibren those people... they're using you

sigma: i think they're aiding me in my studies...

(you): it's always what you think and never what you know

sigma really wants to believe talon is helping him and not using him but he also strongly believes you're the smarted person he knows so when you say that talon is bad it dose bring out his second judgment

you two have skin specific voice lines depending on what he's wearing when he wears his asylum and subject sigma and you eliminate him you say things like "mijn arme hondje" and "i hope you understand..."

translation: mijn arme hondje = my poor dog/puppy

when he wears skins like maestro sigma he flirts a bit more when you get an elim on his team he says "music to my ears!" and "je bent een prachtige symfonie". when he kills you he says things like "mijn symfonie..." and "jouw hartslag was mijn favoriete liedje..."

translation: je bent een prachtige symfonie = you're a beautiful symphony

translation: mijn symfonie = my symphony

translation: jouw hartslag was mijn favoriete liedje= you're heart beat was my favorite song

one universal voice line you always have when you eliminate him regardless of the skin is "i'm sorry my love"

you don't have alot of interactions with other talon members but it rangers from kindess/neutrality (sombra and baptiste, gabriel, widowmaker) to hate (moira, doomfist)

your voice lines with moira are very hateful solely for the fact the almost mocks you about what she did to sigma whenever shes on a team with you

moira: still mourning his changes?

(you): keep pestering me and i'll resort to conducting experiments of my own.

moira: *laughs* i'd like to see you try

moira: still mourning over his changes?

(you): i will make you experience more pain than he has

moira: *laughs* i'd like to see you try

in overwatch 2 your voices lines with sigma are a little bit more happier but they still teeter the line of angst because sigma's mind isn't all there

sigma: my love are we still going to lunch after the seminar?

(you): that was years ago schatje

translation: schatje = baby

your archive events dont necessarily surround him but they do play a big role in your character growth. like when you got a scientist skin theres always references to him no matter if its your voice lines or the description of the skin

speaking of events! when he got his imperial mythic you got a skin where you were his 'monarch' and had a matching skins where you wore a crown as well!

the voice lines you and him got were similar to him and mercys but your had more of a flirtatious undertone.

sigma: speak to me monarch, what do you see in our future.

(you): us ruling side by side, your excellency.

you always wear your wedding bsnd in every skin you have (even in overwatch 1 before he was announced!) and he has several skins where his is around his neck as a necklace!

#overwatch x reader #ow2 x reader #overwatch fanfiction #sigma x reader #siebren de kuiper x reader #overwatch x you

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tonberry-yoda · 1 year

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Lab Assistant - Sigma

Pairing - Sigma x reader

Warnings - none!

Word Count - 1,491

Notes - this hot scientist man is SO FINE, okay?!??! I SAID IT! This is actually really wholesome and I had a lot of fun writing it, so I hope you all enjoy!! Please stay hydrated and have a fantastic day!!! and @thatoneartistinthecorner this one is for you <3

Occasionally, you would remember what it was like to work for Dr. De Kuiper. He was an intelligent man who always had his priorities straight. He was also funny, so he was really easy to work with. But ever since the... incident, you just... stopped talking. He was taken to the asylum and no matter how many times you tried to visit, either the doctors, or De Kuiper himself would deny you.

You were alone for years. Research never felt the same so you quit and found new jobs. The world felt quiet without his silly jokes and his random piano playing way too early in the morning. You missed him and you really wanted him back.

And then, by complete coincidence, you met a woman. She was tall, very tall and one of her arms was a dark shade of purple with long claws like an animal. She went by Moira and she worked with a powerful group. This group was called Talon and you were asked to join it.

"You're great at what you do," she had told you, flipping through your old research notebooks and binders. "And I want you to join."

You had not a clue how she had made her way into Dr. De Kuiper's old office, but to be honest, you shouldn't have been there either. You just wanted to see how run down it was... that was all.

You didn't deny. You honestly didn't have a choice. You had no job and were living off of the little money you had left, trying to find something that would fit you, but nothing did. But when Moira told you what potential you had and what you could be doing, who were you to deny?

Stepping foot into the Talon headquarters was like a bad dream. It was dark and cold and the only noises were coming from leaks in the ceiling or from Moira's office. Everyone gave you death glares as you walked in and your eyes immediately locked onto a man with a skull mask, his breathing sounded weak. You quickly turned away, not knowing what his expression was saying under that mask and continued to follow Moira.

"What will I be doing here?" You asked, shivering knowing that the gaze of the other members were burning into the back of your neck.

"You will be my assistant," she said, unlocking a large door with a big klunk. "I saw the work you did for Dr. De Kuiper and needless to say, I'm impressed. Follow me."

She led you into a large, freezing cold room, and you swore you could see your breath. "Why is it so cold?" You shivered, looking at all of the oddities on the counter tops including a large centipede in what looked like a pet's cage.

"For the experiments, of course." She threw open a closet at the end of the room and pulled a lab coat over her shoulders, handing you one as well. "Ready to start working?"

You nodded and pulled the coat on quickly. It wasn't as thick as a coat, but it would do enough to keep you warm for a little while. "What are we working on today, doctor?" You quickly pulled out a notebook and a few pens and looked around the room.

"A friend," she said with a faint smile on her lips.

You tilted your head, confused and she excused herself. You didn't know what to make of this new job, but honestly, who were you to judge?

Moments later, Moira walked back into the room, empty handed.

"Where's the-"

"He's getting prepped," Moira interrupted, knowing what you were going to say. "Sigma should be in here eventually."

"Sigma." You echoed. Talon did have some strange names for their crew.

"Sorry about that, doctor," a voice said, the door sliding open. "I didn't mean for that to take so long! I've just had this song stuck in my head all morning and I've been trying to recall the melody!"

You froze, dropping your binder. Was this real?

The man who walked in looked at you with shock painted on his face. "y-y/n?"

"Dr. De Kupier?! I thought.... I thought you were in the asylum! What are you doing here?!"

"I should ask you the same! You're supposed to be taking care of my lab, aren't you?" His tone sounded serious and you got quiet.

"M-My apologies, doctor, I just-"

"I'm just playing with you!" Siebren laughed, wrapping his arm around you. "God, is it good to see you."

You couldn't help yourself and you completely encased him in your arms for a hug. "Doctor, it's been too long."

"Please," he said, rubbing your lower back. "Call me Seibren, okay?"

You looked at him with teary eyes, lightly tracing your fingers over the scar on his face. "Alright. Just... what are you doing here? Why aren't you back at the lab?"

"My place is better here," Siebren said, pointing to the room. "I have potential with my new abilities and I've been told that I can hone that potential here."

You smiled slightly. You weren't sure if he was right. This place made you feel... uncomfortable and cold. You didn't want to picture Siebren here for the rest of his life. "Siebren... I just don't know if-"

"Shall we get to testing then?" Moira gave you a glare that could break diamonds. It wasn't your place to tell Siebren what was best, so you were to keep your mouth shut.

"I would love to," Siebren pitched in. "But, I would really love to catch up with y/n here!" He smiled at you, placing a kiss onto your knuckles.

"Fine," Moira said, putting down a syringe, looking very upset. "You may 'catch up' but I want you back in no less than 20 minutes, do you understand?"

Siebren beamed and grabbed your hand, rushing out of the room. "Thank goodness we got out of that one for a little while, y/n. I'm very tired."

"Is Moira treating you well?" You blurt out. He looked exhausted and much thinner than you remember.

"She's alright, but this isn't about her, right now, this is about us!" He sat you both down right as the sun was setting.

You frowned and grabbed his hand. "Siebren, you mean a lot to me. I don't want to see you hurting."

"Oh, I'm fine, y/n, don't get all hung up on me, now."

You couldn't help it. You must've really missed him.

"How are the new abilities treating you?" You quickly changed the subject.

"They're great!! Though I can't get this damned song out of my head." He looked at nothing, his mind leaving for a little while before his attention turned to you.

"What about you? How's life been treating you, y/n?"

"It's been alright..." you admitted, twiddling your thumbs while watching the sunset. "I just miss my old job, that's all." You looked at Siebren and immediately got butterflies in your stomach.

"Is that so," he giggled, pushing a chunk of hair behind your ear. "I miss my old assistant."

You knew you were blushing, but you really couldn't help it. "Siebren, do you think things will be the same ever again?"

"No." He decided to be honest. How could they when he literally had the power to control gravity and the fear that he could lose his entire mind in a moment. "I don't think they will. I'm sorry if you wanted a different answer."

"That's alright," you sighed, staring at the sky. "At least your honest."

"Well, think of it this way, y/n: this gives us an opportunity to start a new life and have new fun experiences. We don't have to be doctor and assistant anymore, we can be something entirely new."

You nodded, feeling your face go warm again. "I like that."

"Me too." Siebren scooted closer to you, his hand landing on yours.

You turned to him and he did the same with a bright smile on his face. "It's so good to see you again, y/n."

"It's so good to see you again."

Siebren cupped your face and you leaned into it. His hands were cold, but strangely warm at the same time. He pulled you closer by wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning you down, your arms going around the back of his neck.

"I think I'm falling in love with you, y/n."

"Think?" You giggled, pulling him in for a kiss. His lips were so soft and you didn't want to let him go. You pulled him closer, cupping both sides of his face and he smiled into the kiss. When you pulled away, there was a bright smile on Siebren's face.

"Nevermind. I know." He giggled and you both jumped, hearing Moira's voice.

"I guess we'll start with a test of your serotonin and dopamine levels then, doctor."

~~~~~

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simping-on-the-daily · 9 months

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Yo Sigma X Reader where they broke up ages ago but Sigma got into his accident and now he's completely forgotten that you've broken up and still thinks you're together. Bonus points if he shows up at your house uninvited and blissfully unaware that you thought you'd never see him again

#overwatch x reader #overwatch 2 x reader #ow2 x reader #ow x reader #sigma x reader #siebren de kuiper x reader #simper says stuff

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peydawgz · 1 year

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Only in Your Dreams || Sigma x Reader || Soulmate AU

// TW: nightmares, sedation, gun threats

//I wrote this at 2am while I’m at work on my phone. Idk why I’m motivated but I am, and I usually write on my laptop so I’m sorry for any typos/autocorrect confusion and I’m also pretty sure this is hot garbage because I’m sleep deprived. Eat up, my wonderful readers !!

You were told when you were a teenager, that one day you will meet your soulmate in a dream. One day you are destined to meet in the real world, but predetermined factors allowed for you to communicate with the help of the universe.

At first, you feared you didn’t have a soulmate, as nothing surprising happened in your dreams, if you had them at all. “You’ll know when it happens. The universe likes to take its time…” your caregiver told you when you were 17, and some of your friends had already met their soulmates by this time!

You went on into adulthood, doing your own thing, working at your job and doing your usual routine. When you fell asleep on your couch, something in the stars was settled, and your soulmate must have been finally assigned, because you saw him.

You were wrapped in a tornado of some sorts, what looked like office supplies and science devices flew all around the room. In the eye of the storm, an adult man was in the bomb position, his hands over his ears and hunched over on his knees. The closer you crawled to him, the louder this disorienting music started to play. This must have been his nightmare. You try to call out to him, but nothing comes out. Stupid dreams, can’t even use your motor functions. Your heart was racing as your thoughts went back to the fact that you were seeing your actual soulmate for the first time. You place a hand on his back, and you can feel him shuddering- it was so real.

When he looks up to you, you see his eyes are like a husky’s; bright blue and sharp. His nose protrudes in the most handsome way, and his eyebrows are lifted, as if he can’t believe what he’s seeing. Your dream has stopped, and you woke up, dazed on your couch. You sat up quickly, trying hard to imagine his face in your head. You didn’t even know his name yet, but he was perfect.

You were eager to fall asleep again, to be able to intercept his dream and lay with him. You wanted it to be real, and to be able to speak to him. You almost couldn’t sleep from the excitement.

This time, the dream was more… painful. You were in the darkness, walking through a tunnel to a light, hanging from a cord that you could see just in front of you. You could hear someone’s voice, but it was not the man in your dreams. It was a woman. “Siebren… You’re going mad. I’m afraid you’re going to have to be sedated for you’re own good.” You we’re able to see him laid on a table in a straight jacket, and what looked like a muzzle over his face. He was squirming away from a needle that a red-haired woman held at his face. “Gravity is not yours to control anymore” she wickedly smirked, a substance oozing from the needle. You quickly ran into action, trying to save him from his nightmare. Siebren… was that his name? You were able to slap the needle from her hands, and she disappeared into a purple warp. Your breathing was heavy, going into protective mode for your soulmate. You looked down at his scared, confused face, and you tried to put the prices together of what the woman had said. You tried to unwrap him from his straight jacket but nothing you tried in the dream would work, so you fell to the side of the table, hugging him and trying to assure his nightmare would no longer bother him. He seemed more… comforted.

The dreams you had with Siebren were almost always nightmares. He was in a cell, in a hospital, in a whirlwind of gravity, loud classical music torturing his mind at all times. You were there for him, to chase away his fears and hold him. But then he started to intercept your dreams.

You were being chased by a giant dog, representing how you often procrastinate your real problems and run away from them, and you were being terrorized by the loud barks coming from behind you. Suddenly, you ran straight into Siebren, who was looking much different than your previous dreams. He wasn’t in such an upset state, nor was he wearing a muzzle or being bounded by something. He looked… powerful. You threw your arms around him, and that horrifying music actually started to sound calming for once. The giant dog was bounding towards you, and you clutched him. He began to rise from the ground, floating above you and rising the dog with him with his fingers, before throwing it far out into the outlands of your dream world.

The most recent dream almost felt… too real. You must be close to actually meeting your soulmate, you figured. You were sleeping in your bed, and then suddenly you found yourself laying in a beautiful sun, and sand beneath you. You basked, jumping into the blue ocean and splashing around with everything in your little imagination. This was more of a fantasy than a dream , and Siebren had suddenly rose from the water, joining you. He smiled to you, and embraced you before playfully rising his hand and manipulating the waves to splash you. You had a little sand fight, and played around on the graceful beach together, until you both laid onto the bed of sand and embraced each other. “I can’t wait to meet you” you heard his voice for the first time, and it shocked you. He had a cute accent, and also- you hadn’t been able to speak in your dreams up until now. “I hope we can be together soon, Siebren.” You said back to him. He blushed at the sound of his name coming through your lips. “I’m sorry… but I don’t know your name, my love.” He stroked your hair, looking deep into your eyes. “Y/N.” You whispered to him, and your dream began to fade away as you awoke from your slumber.

You went about the following days unable to sleep much, worrying about Siebren, and also feeling worthless at your job. You left late at night, and you had to walk home because the bus didn’t run late. It was cold outside, and you could hear rioting in the streets behind you. The war of humans and omnics was a horrible time to live in, considering the company you work for specialized in omnic parts and replacements. Through customer service you learned omnics are not as bad as the world makes them out to be, and stayed out of the bad parts of town due to the rioting.

However, nothing you could do could avoid this very scenario happening. The whole reason your dreams appeared to you, all fell down to this single point in time.

You were looking up at the sky, admiring the stars on your way home. The wind blew your hair around and made you shiver, holding your arms to your chest to create warmth. You were overworked, angry that you had stayed overtime to finish a project. You almost always finished your work on time, but something today was just creating a wall for you that you couldn’t overcome. You were hungry, and desperately trudged through the whipping winds around you, street lights flickering. You didn’t hear a single thing, before suddenly you tripped over something and onto your face. You heard a laugh from behind you, and then suddenly in front of you. You looked in the direction, but you saw nothing. You could hear a female voice, but you couldn’t spot where it was coming from. “Heard you were working for the exact corporation Im on a mission to hack~” she purred in your ear. “You must be valuable, I bet you know all the ins and outs.” She cooed, and you caught a glimpse of a purple blur in the corner of your eye. “Are we gonna play nice or are we gonna have to do it the hard way, chico?” You were watching her flicker around you, and suddenly you stuck your foot out and tripped her, giving her a taste of her own medicine. When she fell, she came out of her invisible-mode and you saw her angry face, and also the hun that was in her hand. “Oh you’re gonna get it now!” She started to run after you, but you already bolted off towards your home, trying to avoid her. You looked behind you, and you couldn’t see anything, so you either lost her or she was invisible again, but you just kept running. “I need some backup over here” you heard her voice from somewhere behind you. You turned a corner, and found yourself in a dead end alleyway, pressed against the wall, hoping she’d pass by you.

You heard a click, and suddenly she appeared in front of you. “Baby, you’re gonna be dead in 2 seconds if you don’t-“ she had the gun up to your head, and you were frozen, just staring foreword and trying not to cry out of fear for your life.

Another figure slowly floated into the alleyway, and he suddenly shoved her aside, “SOMBRA, NEIN!” His deep voice halted her, and she now sat up against the other side of the alley. It was dark, and you could really only see his silhouette, but this man felt so… familiar. His voice, his figure, you recognized him. A bursting feeling pounded in your chest, and you felt magnetized to the floating man. “Siebren?” You weeped, moving towards him. “I didn’t know it was you, Y/N Mijn liefje. I’m sorry, I would never let anybody hurt you. het spijt me.” He wrapped his arms around you, and it felt right. You truly did feel safe. Sombra looked between the two of you, a little weirded out, and then darted off in another direction.

“I’m here for you now. Thank you for being there for me, when I needed you. I have never been able to sleep with my nightmares, but you made them all go away.” He kissed your forehead, showing his appreciation. “…And you can call me Sigma, if you wish. I’m part of a team and everybody mostly calls me this.” He took your hand in his. “Okay, Sigma. Would you mind escorting me home?” You kissed the tip of his nose, your lips warming up his face. “Of course I will.” He took your arm in his and you let him stay over.

Sigma was very cuddly with you, and you assumed he was touch-starved from his time spent alone or in asylums. When you asked about the music, he seemed a little comforted to know that you could hear it too when you connected to his dreams. You kept him distracted from it when you were together, his happiness drowning it out. He likes to lift you with his gravity manipulation and dance with you.

Also he shows you his gravity balls :) and they’re pretty neat

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