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Miguel O’Hara x GN!Reader NSFW blurb

-A/N- i’m seeing the movie for the 3rd time in theaters tonight so i’m writing this out of excitement. i’ve never really written smut before so here y’all go. not beta read. no plot only porn.

-AFAB reader

-referenced pet play (calls reader puppy), praise and degradation mixed, masculine terms used (calls reader a good boy), size kink?, rough but sweet, dumbification, slight pain play? ass play (reader receiving)

his large hand on the back of your head presses you down into the hard surface of the desk as he leaned over your back to moan in your ear, “i barely have to touch you and you’re already dripping onto the floor.”

you were bent over his desk, the only flat surface with no buttons or screens in his hub. the hand at your hip glided across your skin to your ass where he gave you a small squeeze, and down to where your ass met your thigh and pulled apart your flesh with his thumb to see your cunt. you could feel the slick stain your thighs, running down your leg, your need for cock the worst it’s ever been.

“m-miguel.. please..” you whimper, wiggling your hips as he pulled away from you, standing behind you now to see how much of a mess your sex was.

He spread your ass apart with his large hands, you could almost feel the smirk he was giving you as he ran his thumb down the length of your pussy, the contact making you gasp and mewl when he flicked your clit.

“begging already? aren’t you a desperate puppy.” he said it in a mocking tone, his words turning into a small growl as you began to move your arms that were behind your back, “keep them there, i need to hold onto something when i fuck you.”

his words alone made you moan, just thinking about him driving his cock into you made your throat feel empty, you wanted him in every hole you had like you were a cheap slut.

he was hell bent on making you go insane.

“i don’t think ive ever seen your little boy cunt this wet before baby, you must really want my cock.” his thumb presses into your wet hole, an embarrassing whimper escaped your lips but his thumb never went inside. instead he slid his thumb up over your taint and presses itself against your asshole.

his wet thumb entered slowly, pushing in and out, only pushing in up to his knuckle. your cunt flexed around nothing as you moaned, it felt great but it was just that, a good feeling. it was never enough to help the every building horny feeling in your guts, it was never enough to build your orgasm, just enough to make you stupid for his cock.

“miguel please.. please fuck me. please. i cant take the teasing anymore.” you moaned pathetically and desperately, arching your back, trying to make his thumb go deeper inside. you wanted to cry. you wanted to move your arms to reach down and touch yourself but you wanted to be a good boy. you needed to be a good boy.

he was silent as he continued to finger your ass, the only sound in the large room except for the whirring of machines and computers was the sounds of your needy moans.

“you’re so fucking sexy when you’re this desperate, begging me to fuck you like a bitch in heat. does my good boy want me to fill him with my cock? want me to put my pups in you?” he growls in a low voice that made your clit throb with need.

you were quick to beg, “please. please sir fuck me. i’ll do anything please.” hot tears pricked your eyes, you just wanted to fuck so badly it was making you stupid. all you could think about was his cock and his teasing thumb wasn’t helping.

“so needy.” he slid his thumb out of you, and you wanted to sob. “but you have been such a good boy for me, maybe i should give the pathetic bitch what they want.”

your brain short circuited as soon as you felt something hard press against your leaking cunt. without having to turn around you knew the head of his cock was pressing against you. one hand left your ass as he grabbed his dick and slid it up and down your pussy, getting it all wet, but never touching your throbbing needy clit. the small touch had you trying to rock your hips back into him. your mind was hazy, you wanted to sob, you just needed his cock.

he chuckled watching you, thinking it was endearing how badly you craved him.

without warning he lined up and pushed himself inside your pussy with the snap of his hips, your tight hole spread so nicely for his thick length as he bottomed out. the sound you made as he pushed against your cervix could best be described as a sob, needy and weak yet loud as he pulled out and slammed back into you harshly.

“f-fuck.” a tear fell down your cheek as another strangled moan escaped you.

he took your wrists in one hand and pressed them into your back with his body weight, pressing you into the table, keeping you pinned against the surface as he fucked into you, his other hand keeping your ass spread for him to watch how your messy cunt swallowed him.

“that’s it baby. oh fuck, look at how you take me so well. i’m always so surprised that you can take my cock like you do.” his claws poked out of his fingertips as he held onto you and fucked you hard and slow, so close to breaking the skin but the pain mixed with pleasure and you could barely feel it.

his dick stretched you out, splitting you apart as he trusted hard into your cervix making that uncomfortable pleasure spot your vision before he slid out slowly only to bottom out again in one hard thrust. he was going too slow but he was fucking you so good it made you see stars as his thick cock dragged against your walls. his heavy balls swung as he trusted into you.

“dios mio you’re so tight.” he moaned. that’s one thing you loved about him, he was so vocal. “i don’t ever want to stop fucking you. i’m gonna ruin you for anyone else, fuck you like how you deserve it so you’ll never go to anyone else, you’ll only be craving me.”

if your brain was working you’d answer him with how that’s exactly what you’d want but he started to pick up speed, drilling into you now with more force. your slick wet coated his pelvis, one drop mixing with his sweat and running down his thigh as he fucked you.

you were too hot in your own skin, your pathetic whimpers turned into gasps and loud moans as the head of his cock slid against every sensitive part inside you. he slid his hand from his hips to in front of you, your heart catching in your throat with hope that he’d pay attention to your aching clot but he presses his large hand hard against your lower stomach, squishing you to press against your g-spot from outside as his dick thrusted into you. your hips twitched and back arched higher, lifting your head off the table to almost scream.

he felt so good. he felt so fucking good. he was basically using you as a flashlight now and you wouldn’t have it any other way. tears streamed down your face cooling off your hot cheeks somewhat, your brain only focused on him and the way he was fucking you. you were cock drunk off him, fucked stupid into submission to where you can’t think, can’t see, all your senses focused on him. you could only smell the scent of sex, sweaty, and the musky smell of him, it made your heart swell with some form of primal lust. your eyes squeezed shut as he fucked you from behind.

“m-miguel. s-ah oh fuck- sir.” you mewl between gasps.

“what does my pathetic puppy want?” his husky voice sent shivers down your spine.

his thrusts never let up, his hard cock abusing your needy cunt. you lost your entire train of thought when he slid the hand on your stomach lower to touch your clit. he rubbed against the bundle of nerves in a hard circle, pressing hard enough that it hurt. you gasped out a series of cusses, your breathing so erratic you’d think you were hyperventilating.

“what is it baby boy? there something you want? you can tell me, it’s alright. f-fuck you’re doing so good for me.” he sounded like he was loosing his composure, his voice going from hard and gruff to a desperate sound, he loved fucking you so hard your thighs shook.

you jerk your hips as he pinched your clit in between his thumb and pointer and rubs his fingers together, your juices dripping down his fingers and onto the small puddle below you two.

“f-fuck, please don’t stop. make me cum please, please please please. c-cum inside me.” you manage to get out between gasps and moans. you get stuck repeatedly begging out ‘please’ under your heavy breath, brain and body turned into nothing more than a sex toy only desperate for his cum.

“oh is that really how desperate you are? begging me to make you cum around my dick? don’t worry sweetheart, i’ll cum in you… eventually.”

good to know you won’t have the use of your legs tomorrow.

#tezi post #miguel spiderman #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderverse #miguel ohara x reader #miguel ohara #miguel x you #miguel o’hara #atsv miguel #atsv miguel o’hara #spiderman x reader #spiderman 2099 #spiderman 2099 x reader #atsv x reader #nsft #miguel o’hara x reader

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weskin-time · 10 months

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A/N Honestly this is really self-indulgent ‘cuz my instincts went “This mf forgets to eat I just know it.” and turned it into a really fluffy fic lmao. I wrote this with a male Spiderman in mind, but gender-neutral readers are also welcome of course! Hope you all enjoyed it!

Lunch

Tags: Miguel O’hara x m!Reader, Possible gn!Reader, Peter B. Parker, Mayday Parker, mention of Gwen, Fluff, Just taking care our resident dilf, He/him prns, Spiderman!Reader, caring!reader, Emotionally constipated Miguel? Emotionally constipated Miguel., Peter being the best wingman, Mayday being her cute self, Self-indulgent

Miguel O’hara doesn't take breaks. Miguel O’hara only leaves his lair if he’s needed on a mission to set another anomaly straight. So what do you do? Exactly, force him into taking a break… Sorta.

Miguel O’hara doesn't take breaks. Miguel O’hara only leaves his lair if he’s needed on a mission to set another anomaly straight. Only when his body is finally demanding food does he leave the monitors in the care of Jessica or Lyla while he goes through the cafeteria for a satisfying meal or his favorite Empanadas. So far, if there wasn't a catastrophic event—Which is pointless because he would've seen it before anyone else—Or a Spider-person that needs his immediate help, he keeps himself perched on his platform, monitoring the vast universes, unblinking, the video of him and his daughter playing just on his peripherals.

“Miguel! How long have you been up there?” Until you.

Another Spiderman that joined the spider society just a couple of months ago has managed to worm his way into Miguel’s thorn bushes. He doesn't even know how, or when, did you start to become a constant in his nonstop monitoring but you did, annoyingly so. Your voice echoes the large room, steps follow suit as you stand at the base of his lair.

You huff, before pulling your mask off and arching a brow while your question is left unanswered. You’ve only done this a handful of times. The day you learned that Miguel O’hara, the guy that doesn't leave his damn perch unless you can hear his stomach rumble a mile away or his body forces him to take a nap, you’ve dedicated a bit of your time to make sure he takes a time off from those screens. Spiderman or not, he still needs rest.

“Seriously man,” You sigh, considering swinging yourself up to that damn platform. “Have you eaten anything for the last 7 hours?”

Another silence. “You missed lunch, y'know, if it weren't for Lyla I would have thought you died.”

Of course, nothing. You blink, annoyed, before deciding to just turn around and head to the cafeteria yourself. If he won't get food for himself then you will.

At this point, seeing you exit Miguel’s office has been a normal recurrence for the other Spider-people. So when you walk down the corridor, others wave and said their hi’s while you reply back. As much as you miss your universe, hanging out with others of your kind is refreshing. You reach the end of the walkway where it drops before you shoot out webs and swing to where the cafeteria is, cutting your journey short. Who knows how long Miguel has neglected his stomach?

You picked up today's dinner menu, thanking the server, before snagging an Empanada and then swiftly swinging back to Miguel's office. You make your way inside, making sure to not trip on the scattered tech and cables, and to no one’s surprise; he’s still staring at those screens.

“Here,” You sat the plate and box down on one of the many boxes and tables around his office. “Eat it, or not. I’m sure your stomach will appreciate it if you do,”

You shrugged before swiftly walking back to exit his lair once more, rolling your eyes when he doesn't respond again. Typical.

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“I really don't get his problem, I mean, I'm just looking out for him, isn't that what teammates do?”

“No ones ever really brought him food, man,”

“Yeah well he’ll get his own food when he starves, and I don't think the others would like that,” You snicker before landing beside Peter. He was heading to Miguels to report a new potential member so you tagged along, besides you missed holding Mayday.

“I think he appreciates it though,” Peter presses the button and the door opens, the three of you walking inside. You cross your arm, watching as Mayday starts to scale his dad, her giggles contagious.

“Weird way of showing it,” You huff, eyeing the girl as she starts pulling at Peter's strands before you reach for her, cradling her against your chest and tickling her little body. “No ‘Thank you’? Or y’know, a small ‘thanks’ maybe?”

She coos, turning her head as if she understands your rambling. You hold her under her arms, then nuzzle her fluffy hair which makes her giggle. You stare down her eyes, wrinkling your nose. “He’s a little crap isn't he, May?” She cackles in delight which makes you grin.

“Hey, no swearing around the kid,” Peter grumbles and when Mayday makes grabby hands towards her father, you hand her back.

“Says the dad that takes his daughter on missions?” You smirk, lightly punching Pete’s shoulder, making both of you laugh, and Mayday follows suit with her giggles. Finally reaching Miguel’s lair, the man is always on his platform, before Peter calls for him to report. As you watch the platform dramatically descend, this time with Miguel holding a screen tablet and facing you and Peter.

At least he’s not facing those screens this time, you thought. You cross your arms, eye scanning around the room when you spot a clean cafeteria plate on the same table you left it on a couple of hours before.

“Hey uh…” Peter hums when you start to reach for the plate. “You go on ahead, I’ll be right back,”

You quickly picked up the utensil and went ahead outside, already swinging your way toward the cafeteria. You peek inside the box and to your delight, the empanada you brought for him is already gone. You smile, humming in relief as you make your way to drop off the plate. You gave it to the staff and threw the box into the trash before you made your way back to the lair again.

A smile creeps its way to your lips and it won't leave, the feeling of a small blooming rose inside your heart as you realize Miguel does eat the food you leave for him.

As you made your way through the doors, you heard the deep baritone of Miguel's voice conversing with Peter.

“I don't understand him.” That made your step falter. You swiftly pressed back to the hallway leading to Miguel's lair, making sure to hear their voices clearly, though deep down you knew you shouldn't do this.

“What don't you understand, man? He just cares about you,” Peter's voice is accompanied by Mayday's giggling. “He brings you food and makes sure you take breaks, I mean, I think that’s a pretty good thing,”

“I know It’s a good thing, Peter. But why? What does he want?”

“Not everything needs to have an ulterior motive, Miguel,” Peter chuckles, you can hear Mayday's laughs too. “Maybe he just wants to. Who knows,”

Then there was silence. You blink, processing the conversation, a million other thoughts fly by you, the biggest was your worry about burdening him. Maybe Miguel doesn't want you to do this, why else would he think you wanted something from him? Maybe you should back down, leave him alone like how everyone else treats him, maybe-

“It is… Nice of him, though,” A sudden rush of heat flows into your cheeks.

“I should thank him, one of these days,” Miguel continued. At this point, Peter should have sensed you but has said nothing. Until Mayday turns the corner and then came crawling into your view, you decided to make your appearance.

You scoop up the little girl, cuddling her close to your chest. “Hey, kiddo! You shouldn't be back here!”

She cackles, little hands reaching for your strands which makes you laugh. You pull your head up to see Miguel and Peter standing at the end of the hallway, Peter with an oddly smug look while Miguel suddenly turns towards his monitors. “What’d I miss?”

“Nothin’, just done reporting,” Peter shrugs nonchalantly, walking towards you before taking Mayday, “I should head back though, this little spider needs her nap, don't you?”

Mayday giggles in her father's arm, Peter already waving as he exits the office. “Later, you two!”

“See ya’ Pete!” You wave back, catching May’ little hands waving too before the door closes.

Now it's just you and Miguel. It's rare seeing him off of the platform, away from that far-away bubble. You’ve only seen him on duty with other Spideys, that's the only time he’s away from the glowing screens. He’s still focused on the screen tablet when you jogged closer. Now that you’re meters away from him, You notice how broad his shoulders actually are, and the slight curls on the back of his head. You clear your throat, looking at anything other than Miguel.

“So… The new recruit Peter gave you? We taking them in?”

“Huh? Yeah, yes.” Miguel shifts slightly, you rub your hands together.

“Alright, cool,” You cringe, the air suffocating with tension and unspoken words. You look around, before deflating, your hand scratching the back of your neck. “Well… I’m gonna go then-”

“Wait.” You stop yourself from turning. “You don't have to keep doing that,”

“Doing what?” You raise a brow, with your mask off and Miguel in front of you, he can clearly see your slightly smug face.

“That. Bringing me food. I don't need it,” Miguel finally pries his eyes away from the tablet, now meeting yours.

You chuckle. “Last time I checked, you're still human Miguel,”

“I can do that myself,” He steps towards you, which makes you pull up your hands defensively.

“Alright, sure boss, but you only eat when your body forces you. That can't be healthy,” You huff, crossing your arms and meeting his deep reds. He backs down, looking towards the far wall.

Great, an argument instead of him just agreeing with me, You sighs, looking down at the concrete floor. What were you thinking? Miguel can take care of himself, of course, he’s a fucking old man and you probably disrupted his old man metabolism or some shit like that.

“I- Thanks.” Your perk up, quickly meeting his still-averting eyes. “That's what I wanted to say. Thanks,”

You smirk. ”Yeah, of course, Miguel,”

“Maybe… You can let Lyla take over, or someone, and uh…” Shit, maybe this is too bold…

Fuck it. “Join me for lunch, sometime?”

It was a mistake. The deafening silence was clearly a loud rejection from Miguel and you wanted to quickly blurt out something, anything to salvage what you had before, but he beat you to it.

“Sure, sometime,” You whip your head around, almost smacking with how close Miguel and you were standing. His eyes widened slightly, a ghost of a smirk across his lips and it made you gulp.

“Y-yeah, sometimes, yeah,” His brow quirks a bit when you start stumbling your way through his lair. “I should uh- I think Gwen called me so uh-”

The last thing he saw from you was your stuttering word and your body turning the corner of his office, then a loud ‘Fuck yeah!’ before you disappeared. Truly a wonder how you, out of anyone, managed to pique Miguel’s interest.

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I wanna be a cowboy baaaaby

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Albert from re is the ugliest mf I've ever had the misfortune of laying my eyes on

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ugh. Howdy y’all i come with an announcement.

I am no longer going to write for Albert Wesker.

i hate him.

i know he’s the thing that built my account and made me get into writing but i literally cannot stand thinking about him, like an extreme burnout after being so obsessed with him.

I won’t be completing any requests for him that are in my inbox right now. i keep looking at them and putting them off more and more and it isn’t fair that i keep them in there without any intention of writing them. i’m sorry if you’ve sent a request for him but it will not be completed.

this doesn’t mean i will no longer write for Resident Evil, i still will. Dead By Daylight also counts as something i won’t write him for.

I’m very sorry but i hate him so much and this has been a long time coming. I probably will write for him on occasion.

Thank you and i’m sorry to all the Wesker Whores out there.

#tezi post #resident evil #albert wesker #resident evil x reader #albert wesker x reader

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all day i’ve been thinking about wireplay with genji- cuz he’s a cyborg so it would work- wireplay while he’s trying to fuck you but he’s overloading from the pleasure of the wires so it’s just weak thrusts as he’s gasping and whimpering on top of you as your hands are in his open chest, overheating so his vents let out steam

He wants to fuck you so bad and make you cum but he’s feeling too good to even focus on thrusting, his mind hazy and he feels like he’s going to explode

I’m gonna be writing something,,, keep an eye out,.

#tezi post #genji shimada #genji overwatch #overwatch #overwatch x you #overwatch imagine #overwatch x reader #genji x reader #genji shimada x reader #genji shimada imagine #nsft

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listen, i'm throwing this request in here because we frankly don't get enough of this in the x reader tag, character x injured/sick!reader. it doesn't even have to be anything super angsty if you don't want it to be. like i just want the fluff of an overwatch character fretting over reader with a sprained ankle lmao

(any characters are okay tbh, write for whoever you have ideas for!)

Hello anon!! i hope this works for you! i had a lot of fun writing this and i might make more later on. >:3

please give me more OW requests. mm brain rot <3

TBH i don’t really like genjis one i might rewrite it later on so keep an eye out for a post

D.Va, Genji, Ramattra X GN!Hurt/Sick!Reader

Not beta read

cw- injury, pain,

Hana “D.Va” Song

gaming with your girlfriend was almost mandatory as you started your relationship

you were fine with that, in fact you were happy to join in her streams and hang out with D.Va and finish to get some quiet time with Hana.

But. you two played different types of games.

You loved character driven story games, open worlds and side quests

and she was a world champion, mmorpgs, real time strategy games, fast paced games you never really tried

But she asked one day if you wanted to play LOL with her on stream you said yes of course

but wow was it a learning curve, and a new thing you had to adapt to. fast paced clicking and key mashing hurt your fingers and wrists.

you have no idea how Hana doesn’t have wrist problems worse then she does if you just played for a few days and your pointer finger felt stuck and pain would throb in your forearms.

Hana ended stream that night and took a breath to regain her self. You were chilling in the same room as her, her set up more impressive than yours as you turned off your own PC and turned your chair to face her.

Getting up from your semi uncomfortable office chair you walked over to her as she stretched, you went to grab her water bottle to refill it for her but as soon as your hand grabbed the bottle pain shot through your forearm and wrist making you involuntarily wince.

Her eyes shot to you in worry before she completely understood what happened, “Aww I hope i didn’t push you too hard that last round.”

You chuckled and shook out your arms, it really didn’t do much. “It’s hard to keep up with you in these games Ms Professional ESports World Champion.”

It was her turn to laugh, “Get good.” She got up and grabbed the bottle herself and shut down her PC. “You good though? Got Gamers wrist?”

“Up my forearms and everything, clicking finger is sore too.” You flex your fingers trying to get the stiff feeling out.

“Didn’t you used to play a religious amount of Cookie Clicker back in the day, without auto clicker?” She points out as you follow her out of y’all’s gaming room and to the kitchen.

You have a scoff, “My child self didn’t know what that was, i was rich on cookies. And it didn’t hurt all this bad.” You rested against the island.

She paused by the fridge, filling her bottle up with the water. “I have some extra wrist braces if you’d like, they work wonders.”

“Please.” Your response came instantly before you could even process the last part of her sentence. It made her snort with how desperate you sounded and she almost overflowed her bottle.

“Come here, give me your arms.” She turned around and leaned against the other side of the island in front of you.

You did and held out your forearms to her with a confused look.

She wrapped her hands around for forearms and began to squeeze them, massaging them firmly, perfectly in the place where it hurt the most. A whine left your throat at the feeling of sore pain meeting soft comforting pain. Her fingers dug into the meat gently as she circled the muscle, slowly making her way down to your wrists where she provided the same treatment. Your head rested on the island counter as you slumped over, heaven was in her hands.

“Thank you Hana.”

“You’re welcome bunny.”

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Genji Shimada

sleep deprivation sucked.

2-3 hours a night was all you were going off of. it wasn’t enough to keep your brain healthy or your body.

constant headaches, unfocused eyes, micro sleep, confusion, it all was ass

but there was nothing you could do in the moment to fix it, you just kept staying awake at night to either game or finish work projects and paperwork.

sickness sometimes finds you when you’re like this, nauseous from lack of sleep, headaches making your eyes hurt.

you tried your best to fight back the sleep that demanded itself, but failed.

Genji was silent in his approach to your desk, you knew he was there, you could sense him.

Your laptop was too bright, your eyes were unfocused and you could barely feel yourself slowly lean forward to the desks surface. A hand on your shoulder wakes you up enough to realize you were holding down a single key on your keyboard and the open document on your screen now had a long line of Vs.

“Hiya Genji.” you slur almost, as you closed your eyes only for the entire world to pulse around you, sounds were too sharp and too dull at the same time, breathing in and out seemed to take all your strength, but your strength was elsewhere trying to fight off sleep.

“You don’t look too good.” He stated flatly, his helmet off as he rested in comfortable clothing.

You glance up to see him, eyes focusing on his face, “Thanks.” was all you had the energy to respond with.

He looked at your laptop, reading what you were writing but telling by his confused and concerned face you think you just wrote gibberish that your brain thought sounded like a normal sentence.

“How long have you been awake?” His voice dripping with concern but his voice buzzed in your ears and bounced around your head for a second before you could process what he said.

“I’ve had 5 hours of sleep this week.” You yawn and look away from his wide eyed expression.

It was Saturday. 11pm.

Your body didn’t have enough energy to even move it felt like.

“Okay,” he dragged out the word and closed your laptop. “Let’s get you to bed yea?” The way he said it made you know there was no changing his mind.

You didn’t want to admit you needed sleep but at the same time your head was throbbing and the thought of cuddling with your Genji was enough to perk you up more.

You mumbled out an okay before trying to stand on wobbly knees, your body feeling light yet heavy at the same time. A flesh hand came to steady you and hold you before you heard a sigh and suddenly you were swept off your feet and being carried to the bedroom.

“You need to take better care of yourself.” Concern laced his words as he placed you on the bed carefully.

“I know I know,” you made a grabby hand motion at him and he smiles, soon making his way to the bed as well, cuddling up beside you. You used his still flesh side as a pillow as he laid on his back. “I’m sorry Genji.”

He ran fingers along your scalp, scratching softly, putting you in a trance. “I know you don’t do field work anymore but you still need to rest.”

“I will, I will.” Was all you could mumble out before almost instantly falling asleep. the last thing you felt was his lips against your forehead.

The next morning Genji barley let you leave the bedroom after you slept for nearly 14 hours. He made you food and sat and ate with you in the bed while the two of you watched Cowboy Bebop. Your work could wait till monday, you just wanted to enjoy the last day of the weekend resting with him.

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Ramattra

you were out for a walk with Ramattra

the spring air buzzed with life as you two passed by trees, bird song filling silence, bees resting on flowers as they bumbled their fat little bodies around

it was a nice walk, one to clear your mind and his systems, just to think and be together

you didn’t see a tree root and you fell and ate dirt, twisting your ankle

“oh ow ow ow ow ow.” you let out a string of curses from behind clenched teeth.

Your ankle throbbed, it felt warm and tingly at the same time, pain shooting through your foot and up your shin. You do what your dumb brain tells you to and you roll it to make sure it’s not broken, thankfully it isn’t but the pain takes the air from your lungs with a sharp gasp.

Ramattra stared down at you on the ground, unmoving as he studied you. He watched as you tried to get back up with only the use of one leg, holding onto a tree for support as you stood with your leg raised like a dog that’s paw got stepped on.

“Fragile things you humans are. You tripped and now you can’t stand?” His voice wasn’t as harsh as it once was many moons ago, but he still said it with some form of exasperation.

You set your foot on the ground, testing it and instantly regretting it as pain erupts again.

You ignore his comment, “Oh gods I don’t know if i can walk back.”

“Weakling.” He said but held out his arm for you to take. There was no malice in his vocal synthesizers.

You did, leaning against him. Thanking him as you both turned around and took a step to head back to base. As you tried to put weight on your ankle you winced and let out a hiss.

“I really fucked myself up good.” You laugh a little as you stare down at your feet.

“Do you need me to carry you?” His voice buzzed with slight concern, you wouldn’t have noticed it unless you had spent enough time with the Omnic, and you have.

You look up at him with a smirk, a look that pokes him, “You goin soft on me Ram?”

He tenses a tiny tiny bit more than he already was, “No!” He said a bit too quickly. “It would take us ages to get back with your condition and I am not going to wait on you. It would be faster for me to carry you there. Simple.”

You ponder for a second, before nodding your head. Why would you ever give up the opportunity to be carried by this giant?

Ramattra let’s out a fake sigh and grabs you by the midsection, lifting you up and placing your butt on his right shoulder. You were expecting to be carried in his arms but sitting on his shoulder was way more fun already. You felt like a bird resting on his broad shoulders.

“Thanks, you big softie.” You pat his head to make your point.

He moves his right arm to hold your hips, keeping you stable and you use his arm as a grip. “I’m not doing this for you.” He grumbled but the way he made sure you weren’t going to fall off said otherwise.

He waited for you to give the word and he started to make his way back, you on his shoulder and enjoying being really tall.

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