#overwatch drabbles

[angelltheninth]

Cole Cassidy Gives You a Lesson at the Shooting Range

Pairing: Cole Cassidy x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, rough sex, teasing, dirty talk, semi-public sex, implied age-gap, clit stimulation

A/N: I haven't touched Overwatch in a long ass time but Cole is still one of my mains.

"You can't have your stance shaky like that darlin'." Cole rasped into your ear, his thrusts making your arms not just your hips shake. "What did I teach you just a little while ago? You have to have perfect aim no matter the situation. Not even a cock can be a distraction."

"Then let me suck you off and see how well you're gonna shoot." Nevermind that you tried that already, several times where he was thrusting his cock in your mouth, fucking his cum down your throat every time a bullet hit it's target. It was infuriating when he asked you if you thought he was shooting blanks. "Ah! Damn it, Cole, sto-op! I need to focus." Instead of listening to you he doubled his efforts, his metal fingers finding your clit, his movement a little restricted by your underwear.

When he came up behind you to observe your aim you suspected that the cowboy had something planned, usually he watched from afar, smoking on his cigar and offering comments.

"I need to get up close and personal. Otherwise you're never gonna learn anythin'." He kept his other hand on yours, showing you where to fire, "Shoot... now!" His cock buried itself deep into your wet pussyhole, your aim slipping, the bullet grazing the target. "Yup. Someone needs a lot more lessons. Good thing I'm here. With my help you'll be an expert shot in no time, little missy. I'm not gonna be in this town forever, I gotta make sure a pretty thing such as yourself can protect herself. I know you're the mayor's daughter and all but a little extra protection can't hurt."

"Says the man who said he hates the feel of condoms on his dick." There was a time when you would have slapped Cole for the way he talked to you, he was a stranger then, just another man passing through and surprisingly making a detour into your bed several times.

"I might live a rough lifestyle but I'm always clean, darlin', especially when I got a pretty lady like you to keep myself busy with." He started moving again, his cock pulsing, a feeling you knew well by now, "Aren't you gonna shoot?"

You placed the gun onto the table and bent over the smooth surface, rocking your body against his, "No. But you'll be soon, won't you Cole?"

"If you keep using that cunt like that I sure will, sweetheart." Looks like you would need to take care of him first if you had any real shot of learning how to handle a gun properly. A gun lesson and a quick, hard fuck, Cole Cassidy sure turned out be a real blessing for you in the long run.

#cole cassidy x reader #overwatch x reader #cole cassidy x you #overwatch x you #cole cassidy headcanons #cole cassidy imagines #overwatch smut #cole cassidy smut #smut drabble #smutember 2023 #x female reader

[ya-zz]

Venture Drabble

“Look at this cool rock I stumbled upon during my last expedition!” Their voice rang loud as they scurried closer to you, holding what seemed to be an average looking rock with both of their hands.

You stare at the rock then back at them, a warm smile on your face. “You always find the coolest stones.”

“I know!” They end up rambling on about the nature of the stone, listing its properties. “This one has such a funky texture too, touch it!” Venture takes a hold of your hand and places it upon the rock, letting you feel the ‘funky’ texture.

“You’re right…” you can’t help but admire the way they act; so bouncy and full of life, as if nothing could hurt them either mentally or emotionally.

“I want you to have it.” They push the rock into your hands, toothy grin shining under the light.

“What? No! I couldn’t! You found it.”

“I insist!” You could tell they wouldn’t take no for an answer. “Besides, I have plenty of cool rocks back at my study, this one belongs to you.”

“I- thank you.”

Venture grins wide once more, fumbling around with their coat pockets. A slight blush forms on their cheeks as they speak softly, almost a mumble.

“If I find any cooler ones, I’ll be sure to give them to you…”

#overwatch #venture #venture x reader #venture Drabble #yazzfics

[colemorrison]

Cool metal against hot skin in the now stuffy room, harsh movements as he thrusted inside of you.

"This is what you wanted isn't it, to be manhandled like the whore you are?"

Your silence only fueled him more, he couldn't resist it, he was fucking you so good you couldn't speak? Oh, then he'd just have to keep going harder to see how you'd react then. The noise you made in response to Ramattra's actions made his hand move to the back of your neck holding you down onto the bed.

"Such a slut."

The omnic's movements were harsh, your body felt like it was on fire and your head felt so light, pain and pleasure mixing into a jumbled mess in your brain. His hand moved to wrap around your throat and pulled you back against him.

"Do you prefer this angle, that way you can hear my voice right in your ear?"

The pressure on your throat made it hard to breathe but he didn’t let go nor did he stop thrusting into you like an animal. He was going to use your limp body as he pleased, fuck your pretty holes raw.

When everything had gotten dark he let go just barely before you passed out, he awaited the three taps but they never came so his thrusts didn’t stop.

“Is this what you humans like? To be fucked so hard you lose your voice? Your brain? Stupid toy.”

Your hands that remained tied together sat limply against your back, he wanted to have complete control over you which is exactly what he got with this arrangement.

Ramattra’s hand moved forward, pinching and groping your body before landing at where you needed him most, his fingers were gentle at first before they turned rough, adding even more pleasure and pain to the mix.

“You’re going to cum with me, I don’t care if it hurts.”

A harsh pinch came to your nipples when you didn’t respond.

“Yes sir.”

It was small, quiet and whiny but it was an answer. When you did finally finish with him you must’ve either fallen asleep or passed out. When you awoke again your pretty omnic boyfriend sat next to you, watching you closely.

“Is that truly what you enjoy?”

“God yes.”

“How about next time I gag you as well hm?”

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Here’s the rest of it that you wanted so bad smh.. @ya-zz Surprise!!

#overwatch #overwatch2 #overwatch imagines #overwatch 2 #ramattra #ramattra x reader #ramattra x you #overwatch 2 ramattra #ow2 ramattra #for ya-zz!! #cole’s drabbles

[5eraphim]

MASTER LIST ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🫧

(LAST UPDATED 10/30/2023)

⚠️this is an 18+ Account!!! Minors Please NO NOT INTERACT!! This is a general content warning for angst, yandere, non/dubcon, and other such upsetting topics. PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE: Do NOT interact if any off this is triggering or offensive to you. Your media consumption is your responsibility, you have been warned.⚠️

(reblogs are always appreciated ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡)

TIP JAR // RULES FOR REQUESTS

₊˚⊹ One shots ( ♡₊˚ = personal favorites)

⋆Big Slugger (Yandere Scout)

Content warnings: yandere, gunplay (obvi), blowjob, bloodplay (?), humiliation, noncon

⋆Nocturnal Intrusion (Dark Junkrat)

noncon, degradation, humiliation, rough play, break-in

⋆A Wrench to Grind (Dark Engineer) ♡₊˚

Noncon, mating press, misogyny (AFAB Reader), slapping, choking, rough, bad ending, Engie straight up uses reader's mouth as an ashtray...

⋆Call Me Little Faulein (Yandere Medic)

Praise kink, voice kink, sensory deprivation, abuse of power, oral (female receiving), misuse of medical equipment

⋆Laid to Rest (Yandere Spy) ♡₊˚

hurt/comfort, yandere, forced intimacy, depression, unhealthy relationship dynamics, angst

⋆Big Slugger Pt. II (Yandere Scout)

dubcon, alcohol,  yandere, forced relationship gunplay, humiliation

⋆Cruelest (Classic Heavy) ♡₊˚

Dubcon, abuse of power, oral (male and female receiving), size kink, shaming, edging, BAD ENDING, rough

⋆Nuthin' Personal (Dark Engie, Dark Sniper and Heavy) ♡₊˚

noncon, three way, Dark!Characterization, humiliation, AFAB reader, oral (male receiving), choking, knives, blood, punishment, double penetration, spit, groping, jarate used for SPITE, bad ending

⋆S'nowhere to Go (Yandere Heavy)

hurt/comfort, forced intimacy, dubcon, yandere, canon divergence, thigh ridding, unhealthy relationship, handjob

⋆John 1:9 (Dark Medic) ♡₊˚

Heirophilia, priest kink, guilt tripping, BLASPHEMY, yandere, mind break, blood, needles (Or whatever the hell you want to call the vita saw), abuse of power, handjob

⋆Safe and Sound (Yandere Spy)

yandere, mind break, Stockholm Syndrome, servant/master dynamics, denial/edging, sexual massage, possessive behavior

⋆Look Ma No Hands! (Yandere Scout)

afab reader, dubcon, forced intimacy, oral (female receiving, scout is kinda weird about feet for a moment i guess?, biting, kidnapping, yandere, toxic relationship

⋆Fingertips (Dark Medic) ♡₊˚

Dark!Medic, HARD noncon, forced intimacy/orgasm, AFAB reader/ female gendered terms, misogyny kink, corruption, toxic relationship dynamic, possessive behavior, rough, virgin breaking, medical misogyny (and slight infantilization)

⋆Keep your Friends Close (Soft-yandere Heavy and Medic) ♡₊˚

AFAB reader, smut, three way, oral (female receiving), first time, size difference, slight intoxication, dubcon (nothing too intense, but for the sake of intoxication/slight coercion), heavymedic sandwich.

⋆French Invasion Tactics (Yandere Spy) ♡₊˚

dubcon/coercion, Touch starved reader, yandere, hand kink, manipulation, possessive behavior, outdoor sex (graveyard sex), fingering, heresy/blasphemy, slightly rough, toxic relationship, AFAB reader, bad ending/angst

⋆Birthday Cake (Yandere Engineer) ♡₊˚

MAJOR daddy kink, dub-con, spanking, aphrodisiacs, yandere, toxic relationship, forced intimacy, fingering, possessiveness

⋆Poacher's Pride (Yandere Sniper)

Dub-con, exophilia, mild terato, Dark!Sniper, werewolf, breeding kink, angst-y ending, stalking, yandere, possessive behavior, mates, size difference, forced cuddling/intimacy

⋆Night Light (Yandere Medic)

yandere, possessive behavior, mind break, hurt/comfort, toxic relationship, implied NSFW, kidnapping, touch starved reader, cuddles, reader is gender neutral, implied dehumanization/slight infantilization

⋆Heaven Waits (Yandere Medic) ♡₊˚

Slight spoilers for Emesis Blue, Sad Medic, asphyxiation, sexual massage/hand bathing, gender neutral reader, yandere, oral (male receiving), angst/bad ending, religious themes, death

⋆Puppy Eyes (Yandere Scout) ♡₊˚

dubcon, breeding kink, yandere, tetro (mild), full moon horniness, mating press, AFAB reader, exophilia, fingering, dirty talk, abandonment issues/daddy issues scout, scout drinks reader's sweat? if that's anything?

⋆Hunting Party (Dark Demo and Dark Soldier)

Noncon, death threats, stalking, blades, guns/getting shot, Dark! Characterization, outdoor sex, double penetration, rough, AFAB reader/female terms used, fearplay, primal play, blood, depersonalization, boot licking, bukkake, threeway

⋆The Bunny under the Bridge (Yandere Scout)

Dark! Characterization (nothing too heavy, but still, definitely there), dubcon, light humiliation, coercion, hazing, AFAB reader, bargaining, reader is naïve, oral (male recieving)

⋆Unspoken Alliances *TEASER* (Yandere Spy)

⋆Back stabbers (Classic Heavy)

yandere, AFAB reader/female terms of affection used (good girl/my girl), abuse of power, dubcon, boss x employee dynamic, TOXIC RELATIONSIHP, possessiveness, rough, degradation, toxic masculinity/sexist cheavy big time, technically hurt/comfort but more accurately hurt/hurt the other person, arguing but it's basically foreplay

⋆The Chateau (Dark Vampire Engie and SpY) ♡₊˚

dubcon, Dark! characterization, corruption kink, sexual venom, three-way, hostage situation, coercion, blood drinking, degradation, implied bad ending, AFAB reader/female pronouns and terms used, reader is a masochist, Spy is a massive jerk and bullies Engie and reader

₊˚⊹ Headcanons

Yandere Medic Caretaker Headcanons

Yandere Scout NSFW Alphabet

⋆The Huntress, The Mastermind and The Oni x Altruistic survivor

Deathslinger, Wraith, Doctor x Altruistic survivor

⋆Yandere Spy NSFW Alphabet

Yandere Engineer NSFW Alphabet

Yandere Sniper NSFW Alphabet

Heavy Yandere Alphabet

⋆Medic Yandere Alphabet

Yandere Mercs Love Languages

Yandere Mercs most to least likely to babytrap their s/o

Medic, Spy and Sniper with a captive developing Stockholm Syndrome

The Clown, Shape, Mastermind and Artist with Somnophilia

Yandere Engineer and Medic with a captive who managed to escape

Yandere Scout CNC headcanons

Scout, Demo, Engineer and Soldier getting NSFW call spammed by their s/o

Vampire Heavy, Demo, Medic, Engineer vampire AU headcanons

Scout, Sniper, Spy Vampire AU Headcanons

Yandere Medic NSFW Alphabet

Yandere Heavy being lead on by Reader

Yandere monster mash demo, scout and spy meeting their s/o

yandere mercs with an oblivious love interest

Yandere Medic, Spy and Sniper with a masochist s/o who likes danger

₊˚⊹ Miscellaneous/Drabbles

GREAT WALL OF HUSBANDOS TEIR LIST 2.0 (INTERACTIVE)

GREAT WALL OF WAIFUS TIER LIST 2.0 (INTERACTIVE)

DBH Characters Ranked Best to Worst Huggers

Engie Thirst Post

A Wrench to Grind Mini Drabble

On Writing Medic and Engie

On the "let's make a deal/dark gamble" trope

Yandere Spy Drabble

cnc horny ramble

TF2 Monster Mash AU

Tucking you into bed

Fluffy Sniper Drabble

My Little Sparkle Jump rope queen

Live Blogging Emesis Blue

Ranking the mercs hottest to least

Traveling Priest Engie Drabble (A character which I BLATANTLY stole from my writer's envy and heart's beloved @fatgumsurpremacy-remastered)

Emesis Blue drabble

Administrator Drabble (CURSED)

Birthday Cake Drabble (the fic)

Happy Father's Day Everyone

Fandom PSA

TF2 if they were on survivor

TF2 Star Sign Headcanons

still genuinely curious about this one

emesis blue speculation w/@fatgumsurpremacy-remastered !!!!!!!!

(poll) which of the mercs mothers is most likely to have kept their baby clothes

i need to protect him......

Why some characters are tagged Dark vs Yandere

(poll) if you were a blu captive who from the red team do you wish is gonna torture and hold you as prisoner

Mercs least to most fun to go shoplifting with

(poll) Who is most turned on listening to you whimpering

mercs i wanna smash watching the sunday morning cartoons

CaraTour Assignment

jumpscare

who is the hottest when they're mad (poll)

merc's body appreciation post

Spy thirst

Engie thirst

Classic Heavy Drabble

hits the mercs with a big scary gun that turns them british

TF2 Character food pref.s post

top kinks and a case for the underated kink of "marriage play/playing wedding night"

yandere red spy hiving complicated feelings for the blue scout reader

#master list #yandere #x reader #self ship #yandere masterlist #yandere x reader #dbd x reader #yandere smut #yandere imagine #yandere drabble #dbd smut #overwatch smut #tf2 smut #mdni #overwatch x reader #yandere x you #yancore #male yandere #kinktober #tf2 x reader #yandere tf2 #team fortress 2 x reader #x reader smut #monster x reader #monster x human #smut

[miaowitch]

Lonesome Ride (18+)

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Read on Ao3 or below !!

Cole Cassidy / GN!Reader (Overwatch 2)

cw ⋆｡‧˚♡ smut, swearing, grinding, power bottom pov, plot what plot, cumming in pants, high tension, canon/reader

summary ⋆｡‧˚♡

You get swept away by the Deadlock Gang, outlaws and violent maniacs. Or are they? Cole Cassidy is your watchful guardian, but you wonder if he even feels anything as you spend countless nights together. Will he ever reach the breaking point?

1.2k words

It was nice to have moments like this. Alone, resting at an inn for the night. It was the only inn you’d seen in days, traveling with the Deadlock Gang wasn’t for the weak. You wouldn’t consider yourself weak, but being abducted by a gang wasn’t in your plans for the month. Cole Cassidy, the young gun criminal, kept his eye close on you. You were technically his, in every sense of the way. 

Not that you hated the concept of a new life, you were practically begging. With a boring life at home, it was easy to imagine a big adventure. This was your big adventure. You wouldn’t admit it, but it wasn’t a bad life. They weren’t the gang of hardened criminals the paper made them out to be. You weren’t bound, just monitored. You weren’t starved or dehydrated, you were treated like a human. 

Which is what brought you to the inn. Instead of camping for the 5th time on low supplies, Ashe directed the gang to a nearby spot her old friend ran. Cole took responsibility for watching you, but you knew he’d much rather be drinking by the fire with the rest of the gang. He stayed in the wooden chair by the window in the room, chewing idly at a lit cigar. You’d gotten used to being in shared company, sharing a horse with the man had gotten you pretty close. 

Being pressed up with your back to his front, bouncing rhythmically with each gallop. The smell of his cigars was familiar now from being so close against him. You might’ve been a little pent up from the repetitive motion, but that didn’t matter. Cassidy hadn’t said much since you’d made it to the hotel. It was…a little awkward. With a free hand, he played at the brim of his hat that rested in his lap, letting his brown hair lay soft around his face. The radio in the room broadcasted a radio show with the occasional news break. It was easy to forget he was an outlaw in moments like this.

You let out a sigh, breaking the silence between the two of you. It was loud enough for him to make a comment. “Bored?” His deep voice inquired. “I guess.” You laid back onto the bed with another sigh. Your legs hung off the side of the bed, swaying slowly with your boredom. “It’s not like you’re being forced to say.” Cole replied, “You’re the one that asked me to bring you along.” It caused a small twinge in your head. He was annoying. His tone was slightly bitter, but you weren’t sure what was up his ass. 

“I know.” You hissed, shooting back up. “No one is asking you to sit in here, I’m not going anywhere.” Matching his frustrated tone, just to watch his expression shift. “Y’know, I’m not askin’ for your damn attitude either. Y’don’t see me crying!” Cole took the cigar from his mouth, resting it between his pointer and middle finger. “In fact, I didn’t ask for you to ride with me either.” He muttered, but you understood. Then, as if to distract you from the first part, threatened. “Maybe I should just pull someone else in to deal with your crazy ass.” Yet a smile had already formed on your face, realizing what was wrong with Cole Cassidy. 

Your fists clenched around the fabric of the quilt laid on the bed. Leaning forward just slightly, you figured you would try something. “What was wrong with riding with me?” Asking that made him tense up. The brim of his hat became clenched in a fist. The hat rested higher in his lap now, holding it tight to hide his tightening pants. “Do you really not want to deal with me anymore?” Standing up, you stood in front of him, as if showing off in your thin sleepwear. “Now..I-I didn’t say that.” He cleared his throat, avoiding your stare and placing the cigar back between his lips.

Stepping closer, you now stood with your knees almost touching the chair he sat on. Standing between his open knees, he now couldn’t look anywhere else. Now, he looked right at you. Hooded eyes, he needed something that he wouldn’t admit to. “Are you okay, Cassidy?” Sharply, he inhaled as you moved away his hat, placing it right on your head. “Couldn’t big bad Cole Cassidy say he wanted to fuck me?” You smile, teasing him as his face flushes with a deep blush. You slowly crawl onto his lap, legs falling on the side of his own.

“Ohh, darlin’....please..” Cassidy begs under your grasp. Thighs placed on either side of his legs, straddling him while putting pressure in the center of his groin. You adjust, grinding up on his coarse jeans. “Please what?” You ask with an innocent tone, keeping quiet for no reason at all. Cole squirmed, looking down between the two of your bodies. Grinding up onto his lap, the thin fabric of your pajamas didn’t leave much to the imagination of what’s beneath his jeans. You let a hand hold onto his shoulder, the other closed the lace curtains behind Cassidy. 

Now his hands gripped onto you, guiding you…using you. His right hand held onto your waist, his left onto your thigh. You let out quiet moans, sensitively twitching each lap you’d make on his hard cock pressed on your crotch. The only reaction he’d given was a furrowed brow while pulling you harder onto his dick. He groaned, laying his head onto the center of your chest. “Gh- Please, don’t stop.” Cole pleaded, his teeth gritted onto the cigar that still sat between his lips.

As if you could stop, with the combined desperation from you and Cassidy’s grasp on you, but it just wasn’t an option. Your speed quickened the longer you went on, teasing at him through the same dusty jeans you’d been grinding against for days now. Cole wouldn’t announce it, but you knew he was close when he started bucking his hips up against you. Startling you, but it’s not as if it was unwelcome. You now held on tighter to keep up with the ride, arousal was intoxicating the two of you, you needed this probably just as much as Cole did. Choking on your name, he repeated it like gospel. As if you were just to be used by his own pleasure, his hands now moved to your ass. Giving him more control with your motion in his firm grasp. 

Combining his forceful moving of your ass against his now throbbing dick, and bucking his hips up; Cassidy’s only thought was finishing you off. Your chest rose and fell quickly against his face that he buried against you, hiding from your teasing smile. Watching him melt under you just grinding against him, watching Cole Cassidy lose himself without even taking his pants off. He moaned out your name in a strained tone, the cigar dropping as he let his guard down. 

His tension melted away under you, fully relaxing while you still sat on his lap. Panting, but not fully satisfied. His head laid back, neck balancing on the back of the table chair. Eyes closed for just a second before cracking one open to look at you. Still looking, hoping he wasn’t done. A sly grin finally cracked on his face, “Look who’s beggin’ now.” He chuckled, grabbing back onto your ass and standing up. Lifting you in his arms, he kissed your quivering lips. Carrying you closer to the bed, and mentally preparing for a long night.

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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

[ayyyymy]

imagine gladiator junker queen. | (FIRST POST!)

The stadium is roaring with triumph, another weakling consumed by the reigning champion of the Colosseum.

Your head is aching, a lump heavy in your throat as the stadium goes quiet.

A new challenger appears..?

This never happened, not once in the many years you've kept track of this boulder of a man who's killed thousands of people. Prisoners, cocky young men, war-torn veterans. All fell to the Champion. And yet...

Your heart races as red eyes meet yours under the shade of a helmet. The snarling face of a lion frames the white metal on the challenger's head and knees, armor plating all over her body. You can't help but stare. It's hard not to, with the heat and strength of the stranger's gaze.

This time, you watch the fight intently, mind enraptured in the fluid movement and sinewy muscles that shine with sweat. The sweltering heat does nothing to soothe the raging blush that claims your cheeks when she winks at you after finally, finally finishing the old Champion, burrowing the sharp blade of her axe into his chest.

"Your new Champion!"

The announcer shrieks, just as in shock as the rest of you. The lioness of a Champion, best of the Gladiators, digs the heel of her foot into the dead man's back before shouting in victory.

You stand and stare, gaze lingering on her expression until she turns to face you, pointing, then smirking.

"Yer my prize tonight!" She cackles, and you feel weak at the knees.

Gods and Goddesses...

hi hi! i don't use tumblr often but i literally couldn't stop thinking about JQ so i had to write this. if you have any requests for imagines drop them in my ask box! enjoy! -ames

#junker queen x reader #junker queen #overwatch 2 #ow2 junker queen #odessa stone #odessa stone x reader #overwatch x reader #x reader #overwatch imagines #junker queen imagines #aimbotamy #reader imagines #imagine #drabble #gladiator #overwatch skins

[airamsao3]

Truth Serum...?

drabble

pairing: talon interrogator reader/ramattra

words: 669

cw: stalking

✧ AO3 ✧

"He's all ready for you, tiger." Sombra is the only one there to welcome you to your stomping ground, and you give her a quick nod. The executives keep watch from a healthy distance-- lord knows what augmentations the leader of Null Sector has or hasn't disclosed to them. He's a danger. A maverick.

And you're there to find out exactly what he wants from Talon. From tailing your squad.

"Thank you, Sombra," you say, and enter the room, hearing the clicking of her clawed gloves behind you as she waves goodbye.

The overhead lights are bright and harsh, so harsh that even you are forced to squint under the intense glare before your vision adjusts. The light suffuses the silver of Ramattra's chassis with an almost ethereal glow, his bone white faceplate staring back at you like a skull. Despite his position, he exudes a raw, unadulterated power that demands submission and deference by virtue of his presence alone.

But you are not one to be outmatched, especially not in your territory.

You circle his seat, noting the soft whirring noise of his eyes as they track your every movement. "Tell me," your tone is accusatory and venomous, already convinced of his guilt, "what are you planning? An attack? A betrayal, perhaps? Has Talon not given you absolutely everything that you've requested?" You stop once you're face to face with him, and tip his chin upwards with your pen.

"No," he says, and a slim thread of steam wafts from his back. "No such thing."

"I find that hard to believe," you say, and make a signal behind your back to Sombra, who's watching from beyond the one way mirror. An answering code is flashed back to you, from the seemingly innocuous flickering of the light above.

 Is the code working?

Yes.  

You frown, incredulity and rage seeping into your expression. "Gathering intel, then? Trying to find our weaknesses?"

"No," he answers breathlessly, "I simply wanted to see you."

You physically recoil. "What?" An unbidden flush crawls up your cheeks, your blood running hot, then cold.

You sign behind you again, rapidly,

 What did you do?!

To your chagrin, Ramattra keeps speaking, as if a stopper has been removed. "I'm sorry," he says, but you cannot tell if it is genuine, his expression is unreadable, his body is completely still-- "I could not keep myself from you, not even whilst you were sleeping. I wished to commit every detail to memory, from the way your eyes moved underneath your skin, to the way your chest rose and fell with each delicate breath." It becomes increasingly difficult to remember the cipher to the code as the light dimly flashes in front of you, obscured by the thick, heavy steam pouring out of the omnic in front of you.

Ha. Ha. Ha.  

That brat!

"I'm sorry," he says, sounding all the more remorseful, "I am lesser than a beast. I could not help but wish to be close to you, to the point of obsession. Even now, I struggle to remain within these superficial binds, such that I do not lose myself in my passions, such that I do not ravish you where you stand."

You back away, your pen laying forgotten on the tiled floor, and still, he's looking at you with that same unreadable, intimidating gaze. Your hand fumbles for the doorknob, desperate to get out of the situation, and your heart rate doubles as he breaks out of his restraints and approaches you.

His hands slam into the wall behind you, and his face is so close that you can see his actual eyes-- the aperture is blown so wide they're almost a solid black. "Please," he says, madness and lust coagulating in his voice, ringing through the fog, "may I kiss you?"

And as you descend into nigh panic as you're stuck between your responsibility and a ravager, you can just dimly make out the two letters Sombra keeps signing to you over and over.

Lolololololol.  

#ramattra x reader #ramattra/reader #overwatch #fanfiction #sfw #drabble

[angelltheninth]

NNN Day 28 with Hanzo Shimada

Pairing: Hanzo Shimada x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, age-gap, creampie, teasing, slight daddy kink, Hanzo using the bow to pin Reader, dilf!Hanzo

A/N: Gotta make your way through all Overwatch dilfs.

"Thought you could deny me for a whole month, little flower?" Hanzo's beard tickled your neck. The hard metal of his bow dug against your wrists, pinning you to the warm wall of his bedroom. He loved making things romantic for the two of you, even if you teased him for this long.

"Isn't it more fun if you're pent up?" It was for you. Seeing all of Hanzo's self-control slip through his fingers a little more when you brushed against him. One of your legs locked around him, the other one was held up by his hand, keeping it slightly open for easier thrusts. "You have more cum to give me this way, don't you Hanzo."

He grunted at your pussy tightening up around him, "You little brat. You should know not to taunt those older and more experienced than you. It seems that it's a lesson you have yet to learn."

You pulled your lower lip between your teeth, "Ah, yeah, teach me a lesson dadd-" Your teasing words turned into moans alas his cock pistoned in and out of you, his cum pushed deep into your naughty, wet cunt.

Fuck, he was so fun to tease. You were one of the few members who well and truly got to him. A lot of it had to do with your pussy always being there for him, ready to jerk him off when ever he needs it. And when he tries to deny he needs it. Seems like he's the one who needs more lessons.

#hanzo x reader #overwatch x reader #hanzo x you #overwatch x you #hanzo headcanons #hanzo imagine #overwatch smut #hanzo smut #smut drabble #x female reader

[ya-zz]

Ramattra Drabble

I made him mean, I apologise in advance...

"Will you just be quiet?" His tone was hostile, something he rarely, if ever, used with you.

You stop talking, mouth closing instantly. A familiar feeling pooled in the pit of your stomach. Hatred. Nothingness. Unbelonging.

Ramattra moves his hand to his forehead, squeezing his faceplate. He was irritated. "For five minutes, will you please just be silent. All you have done is yap about this and that, I am trying to focus."

The omnic felt the wires above his optics tense, a mimic of a headache humans would get. He turns and looks up at you, noting the troubled look on your face. Tears brim your eyes but you fight to stop them from falling.

He fucked up.

Ramattra takes a step towards you but you take a step back with an ache in your heart.

"Don't." You croak, stepping back again before turning and walking out of the room.

He calls after you but makes no attempt to follow you. You need time.

The last person, the last omnic, you wanted to hear that from was him. Years of being told to shut up as a child had left its scar, and now, he had reopened that wound.

#overwatch #ramattra #ramattra x reader #ramattra drabble #yazzfics

[colemorrison]

"What size do you wear?"

"Uhh I don't know, I guess it depends. Why?"

"There is a gift I would like to get you."

"What is it?"

"That would ruin the surprise."

As the week went by you noticed pieces of your clothing were going missing, shirts and pants disappearing as if they had never been there.

"Have you been stealing my clothes?"

"I needed them, to find out what size you are."

"Why?"

Ramattra moved to show you a box, a purple box with a ribbon on it, it looked expensive.

"What is this?"

"Open it and quit questioning me."

You untied the ribbon, the box falling open in your hands. Inside was a matching robe to his own. Soft orange fabric settling in between your fingers.

"You.. Got me a matching robe?"

"I did. Do you like it?"

"Yes."

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Does this mean I'm forgiven? @ya-zz

#overwatch #overwatch2 #overwatch imagines #overwatch 2 #ramattra #ramattra x reader #ramattra x you #for ya-zz!! #had to redeem myself for the last post or she wouldn't forgive me #:( #cole's drabbles

[moonlithunter-writes]

Outer & Blood - Junker Queen x f!Reader - Part 3

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

thank you all for your continued interest in this series! longer part this time cause i made you wait <3

   You emerged from the bathroom an hour later, feeling refreshed and clean for the first time in weeks. The queen was lounging on a massive four-poster bed, sipping wine and reading from a file, but at the sound of the bathroom door opening, she turned to face you.

   A grin split the queen’s face and she rose from the bed in one fluid motion. “Feeling better, aren’t ya, love? Ya look better too—not that all that blood and dirt didn’t suit ya.” She winked at you and your face flushed involuntarily, which only made the queen laugh.    “Here. Got these for ya.” The queen handed over a stack of folded clothes and turned around pointedly so you could change. You thought about arguing or going back to the bathroom to get dressed, but it would take longer than was worth it, so you quickly dropped your towel and tugged on the clothes.     They clearly belonged to the queen—their size gave that away easily. The top was a ripped grey shirt. Its hem had been shorn off unceremoniously, leaving behind uneven cuts in the fabric, but it didn’t matter because it was so big on you that it still fit like a regular shirt. The shorts were black with strings, which was a miracle because the queen’s waist was bigger than yours and you had to tie the strings to keep the shorts up.    When the queen turned back around, another pleased grin lit her face. “Who would’ve thought my clothes would suit ya so nicely?” She appraised your body approvingly, and then turned back to the bed. “Are ya thirsty? Hungry? Tired?”    Your parents had told you not to accept anything from strangers. They had trained you to be capable and self-sufficient. But here you were, alone with the Junker Queen, wearing her clothes, having just used her shower… what was one more sin?    You nodded and reached eagerly for the glass of water the queen was holding out to you, but she snatched it back an inch and your fingers closed around empty air.    “Ah, ah, not yet, pet. You’ll have to give me something first.”    “Like what?” You asked, irritated, before you could stop yourself. Your voice was hoarse, both from thirst and disuse.    “Hmm.” The queen set the water down and locked eyes with you. She grinned as she swept her leg behind her and dipped into a curtsy. “I am the Junker Queen. Nice to meet ya. Name’s Odessa, but you can call me Dez if ya like.”    She rose from the curtsy and quirked a teasing eyebrow at you. Your instincts were telling you to stay quiet, to observe and nothing more. Not until you had a plan. But you were so thirsty, and what could it hurt if Dez knew your name?    You mumbled your name under your breath, and Odessa repeated it, a small smile growing across her face as she did. “Suits ya, love. Here ya go—was that so hard?”     Dez handed over the glass of water and watched as you eagerly drained the entire thing. “Would ya like another?”    You shook your head. “I’m tired. Where will I be sleeping?”    Dez gestured to the bed. “You’re looking at it. Let me clean up for ya.” She began gathering up the files that had been strewn across the bed, and you caught a glimpse of a couple of photos—two men, one with crazy eyes and electric-yellow hair that seemed to be singed at the ends, and one with a white ponytail and a gas mask over his face.    Odessa followed your gaze and chuckled. “I’m planning a raid in a couple of days. Trying to decide who to bring along. Can’t always trust junkers, ya know.” She smirked and cleared the file away. “Alright, I’ve got to do one last check on the grounds and then I’ll be back.”    “Are you sleeping here? With me?” Your eyes widened in surprise.    “Actually you’ll be sleeping with me.” Dez cocked her head and crossed her arms. “Unless you’d rather have a cell in the brig to yourself?”    You actually considered it for a moment, but Dez wasn’t rude or impolite, and she hadn’t made any advances besides harmless comments. It was better to stay on the queen’s good side, at least for now.     “I’ll stay here,” you said, and Odessa grinned and clapped you on the shoulder. “Good girl. Don’t bother waiting up.” And without another word, she left the suite.    With the lights still on, you got under the blankets and pulled them all the way up over your head. Your body was exhausted, but your mind was racing. Today you’d been captured by junkers in the desert and become the prisoner of their very attractive queen, who seemed to treat you as an honored guest. But you knew the junkers’ reputation and remembered the warnings from childhood. You couldn’t trust anyone. And when you closed your eyes, you could still see red, all that red. You couldn’t stay. So when Odessa led that raid, you were going to make your escape.

#overwatch x reader #junker queen x reader #odessa stone #odessa stone x reader #overwatch drabble #overwatch #drabble #junker queen x y/n #odessa stone x y/n #overwatch x y/n

[brownfrogs]

Guardian of Dreams

“Shit. Shit. Shit.”

Cole aims at a training bot and misses by a mile. He aims at another and somehow misses even more. He grunts out in frustration.

“Come on, Cassidy.” He berates himself. He takes a deep breath. 

He lowers his gun. His vision turns everything sepia as he focuses on only what is in front of him. The sound of a ticking clock fills his ears. The training bots on their programmed path turn into moving skulls. Imminent death upon those who dare gaze back at his Deadeye.

“It's….past your bedtime.” Cole deflates as he fans the hammer.

He kills none as they all managed to get to cover at the last moment.

“That’s it. I’m retiring.” Cole rubs his eyes in exhaustion. He leans against a wall. He would like to be in bed, but that’s not happening any time soon.

With his mind distracted, he doesn’t pick up on the other occupant in the training range. 

So, Cole is horribly startled by the Hanzo shaped shadow that drops beside him. 

“Jesus H. Christ! Warn a man before you do that.” He clutches his chest and exhales shakily. “Have you been here the whole time?”

“It does say my name on the training schedule if you had bothered to look.” Hanzo says coolly as he fixes his clothing from the landing. “I will say, not one of your better performances.” 

“Gee, thanks.” Cole huffs, slightly embarrassed Hanzo saw all of that.

“Something must actually be bothering you to make your aim that sloppy.” Hanzo tilts his head and gazes at him in that intense way that he does. 

“Yeah, well…” Cole’s mind flashes back to screaming awake and making sure his body was indeed intact and not actually being tortured to death by a certain Talon member. 

“’S nothing. Just a nightmare.” He shrugs, doing his best to appear nonchalant.

Hanzo scrutinizes him for a moment then looks down, his face scrunched in thought. 

He looks at Cole again, “Hold out your hand.”

Cole, without hesitation, holds it out. “What for?”

Hanzo reaches into his waist satchel. He pulls something out without showing it to Cole and places it into his palm with a careful precision.

“Maybe this will calm your mind.” Hanzo says, relinquishing his own hand.

 Cole bewilderedly looks at the object. Upon closer inspection, he realizes it is a wooden sculpture. In the shape of a…wolf. Carved carefully are the details of eyes, a nose and a few tufts of fur. There is kanji written along the shoulder of it. 

“Where’d you get this?” Cole asks sincerely.

“I carved it. With my hands.” Hanzo clears his throat, looking somewhat embarrassed at himself. “I did so, when I had a streak of night terrors a few months back.” 

He gestures toward the sculpture, “I placed it near my bed and the night terrors stopped. Maybe it will bring the same peace to you.” 

“Oh.” Cole says humbly. “Thank you.” 

“Do not tell anyone about this.” Hanzo leans forward as he threatens him in a serious tone. “I do not desire the others asking me for one.”

“No, no, I get you.” Cole nods not wanting to draw his ire. “Lips are sealed.” He mimics zipping his lips and throwing away the key.

“Good.” Hanzo sighs in relief. “My session is up. The range is yours.” He saunters out of the training area with his archer gear on his back. “Good night, Cole.”

“Night, Hanzo.” Cole watches him as he disappears into the shadows.

He looks at the wolf one more time before tucking it into his shirt’s pocket. He smiles crookedly as he pats it secure before reloading Peacekeeper and going for another round.

#just a quick lil drabble inspired by hanzo's new hobby :> #this is pre relationship post friendship #yeehan #cole cassidy #hanzo shimada #overwatch 2 #mel's writings #fic ref

[eternalslover]

Ashe NSFW alphabet

Warnings: Smut obvi

Does overwatch even have a fan base anymore?

A/N: I haven't written anything in so long and this is probably really bad and I'm so sorry but this is just for fun and really short, also I honestly think she is a bisexual so this goes for both man and woman, ALSO ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE! Not proofread, sorry if I got the character 100% wrong I tried my best

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

She would like to chill out with her s/o after. Have a nice coffee or drink with them, chat a little though she may not be very talkative, she isn't one to ditch afterwards. She sometimes lays there and let's her mind wander but will always make sure you're ok.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

I think she would really like her legs. She may not be the tallest but she has legs for days. On her s/o she would really like their eyes because they can be "a window to the soul". Also if you're a man she would like a nice beard or mustache, but not a soul patch.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

She cums the fastest when riding you/your strap or sitting on your face. She really gets lost in it just taking control and moving her hips back and forth, then her eyes will roll into the back of her head and she looks so angelic, and the sounds she makes, loud moans and whimpers.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

She's a sucker for people with nice pecs and boobs. They're perfect cushioning. I think she'd also be down for a threesome. And help someone be a cuck. Yk like someone is watching while her and the s/o of the person who is watching, do it, if this makes sense.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

I think with a male s/o she would definitely know what she's doing and know her way around. As for women she doesn't know that much but she isn't afraid to learn, shes no chicken.

Favorite position (this goes without saying)

She would definitely like doggy style, man and women. Whether her s/o is doing to to her, with his dick or her strap or she's doing it to them, she doesn't care.

Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

I don't think she's a super serious person, usually. A joke or two always lighten the mood, and she tries to keep it that way. Although she knows when to switch off the joking.

Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I think she would try to keep herself real groomed down there. She's a real lady, she isn't gonna walk into the ring with dirty gear if you get what I mean.

Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

She can be rough sometimes, get lost in it but she absolutely loves touching. Your and her hands grabbing at eachother everywhere. And I mean... who wouldn't want to touch her?

Jack off (masturbation)

She definitely does it but calms down with it when you two start dating. When she's away on missions she will send you videos of photos of her masturbating and her red lingerie. If you send her anything back she'll definitely be head over heels.

Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I don't think I have to mention the obvious but she definitely likes to be in control. I think she'd also be into wearing a sexy outfit. She'd also probably be into being called "ma'am". She's not always dominant though, I do think there are times where she can be a real brat and likes being thrown around and bossed around.

Location (favorite places to do the do)

Bedroom, not to many distractions, it's nice and private. The bedroom has a nice romantic feeling to it that she likes, especially when she has control of the lights and music.

Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

After a fight she gets real worked up. Whether that's a mission or some guy at a bar. The thrill of the fight, the excitement she gets, the fear. Makes her feel alive.

No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I think if you weren't as passionate as her she would get turned off but in full honesty I don't think she gets turned off by much or wouldn't do anything big in particular. She's willing to try everything once.

Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) .

She likes to give more than receive, it's more exciting to her. She's also really good at it so that's a plus. But it doesn't matter that much to her either way, she just loves see the look of her s/os face when they cum because of her.

Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

I think it really differs on the person but overall she likes fast and rough

Quickie (their opinion on quickies, how often, etc.)

She doesnt believe in quickies, she believes in passion and intimacy. If anything she's more into "longies". I mean she not 100% against them it probably depends how she feels in the moment but having quickies doesn't really do anything for her. She'd rather make it last and have the full experience.

Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

She takes risks most definitely. Risks are part of what make her, her. Though she isn't some risk, "devil may care" kinda person. She tries to limit them, but she's not afraid to take a leap of faith. And if it don't work... she knows how to handle the consequences.

Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

She usually has a lot of stamina, on a good night it's 3 hours. She can't always go all night like everyone now and then maybe she can. But most of the time it's 1 hour... maybe 2?

Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

She owns them, she uses them but rather use them on her partner than her partner do it to her.

Unfair (how much do they like to tease)

Oh does she love to tease! She likes to do it because it's fun. She likes to see the face of the person when she shows them just how unfair she can be. She finds it quite... entertaining

Volume (how loud are they, what sounds do they make, etc.)

She can be really damn loud, why wouldn't she be? She wants her s/o to know just how much she's enjoying it.

Wild card (a random headcanon about the character)

She would like to experiment with her looks more, maybe dye her hair or wear a wacky outfit just for the sake of it.

X-ray (what’s going on under those clothes)

Idk how to answer this? I mean I think she may have had a belly button piercing but took it out so now it's healed over and just a scar.

Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Pretty damn high. She's never had a problem with getting it on with her partners if you get what I mean and she's never had a problem finishing it.

Zzz (how quickly do they fall asleep after sex)

Not very long after unless you two had sex after one of her missions, then it will be hard for her to fall asleep. But other than that not very long, it's a very relieving feeling and she just wants to relax after. I also think she'd want to cuddle after but you'd have to initiate it.

#hope i did well #overwatch #blackwatch #ashe overwatch #ashe art #ashe blurb #ashe drabble #ashe edit #ashe fanfic #ashe fic #ashe fanfiction #ashe headcanons #ashe headcanon #ashe imagine #ashe icon #ashe x reader #ashe x widowmaker #ashe x cole #nsft alphabet #overwatch headcanons #overwatch imagines #overwatch smut #overwatch ashe #overwatch original character #overwatch oc #overwatch hcs #overwatch icons #overwatch incorrect quotes #overwatch x reader #overwatch x you

[finalboyyy]

i don't wanna format this its not a full thought its just im kinda obsessed with the new ovw event and like. bro they gave him a voiceline where he says kneel.

——

galactic emperor sigma has it for told that someone will soon come to bring him untold riches.

the someone of course is you. he expected money, weapons, monetary gain. he did not expect to pace his throne room with the only thing on his mind being you. you consume his every waking thought until it feels like you've swallowed him whole, like a black hole drawing him into the unknown. it's too much that you're not constantly by his side.

that's why he had you arrested. the falsification of evidence was simple for his all knowing seer and the job of arresting you without hurting you was left to the captain of the guard. all that's left is chaining you to his throne and keeping you as a good obedient pet for the rest of your life.

be good, it pays to be the emperor's pet.

#yandere #yandere imagines #yandere drabble #sigma x reader #yandere sigma x reader #starwatch #overwatch x reader

[thepayloadisgay]

🐉🏹

///

Days, and they just looked at each other.

Almost a week before they shared a conversation alone.

Genji had tiptoed around his brother like he were cracked, a vase teetering on an edge, a sharp exhale enough to push to break.

Hanzo just turned the other way when he saw Genji. Heard that loud laughter bouncing off the walls, too close and it would be here.

People here were Genji's family. They knew him like Hanzo used to. What music he liked, food he loved, when he slept, worrying if he'd come home in one piece.

Did any of them love him too?

Probably. Genji was so easy to love.

Hanzo had hated him for it, for he'd loved him too. Fierce and fatal. From breath to bone, to blood and gone.

Love was different with anyone else. Love with Genji was its meaning. The beginning, the end.

And all over again.

There was too much to say that conversations felt sore. Time together barely enough to catch a breath.

But one day it just felt normal.

Hanzo. Dawn. Hair damp from a shower. He stood by the wide double doorway at the back of Gibraltar. The sea sung quiet. Not as quiet as the way Genji moved.

But Hanzo always felt.

Then the way his brother brushed his fingers along his arm. Winding the waves of his dragon and down. Down to his hand, to hold.

Bare faced. Patches of armour pulled off. Wires, synthetic flesh, and the way he worked, exposed.

Vulnerability.

Well. What Hanzo could see beneath the cat pyjamas he wore, rolled to his knees, elbows.

"You still use the same shampoo," says Genji, leaning into his brother, arm dipping into the small of his back, feeling the drops of water fall from the ends of his hair. Cold.

"You always used to steal it." Hanzo closes his eyes, feeling Genji shape his spine.

"Still do."

Hanzo turns. Slow. Genji's smile brings him back home. The kiss against his neck to their bed. The smell of his hair, love.

Today it just felt normal, and maybe it would be again.

#shimadacest #genzo #genji shimada #hanzo shimada #just got the feels #writing drabbles on me phone on the sofa again #des writes #fluff #overwatch #overwatch 2