#overwatch imagine

[shiroisotto64]

Random Mauga Hc

I did some digging around and found out the Samoan men normally cook and or assist with the cooking around the house.. 🧍🏽‍♀️

Now imagine mauga inviting your over for a surprise date and you come over to a bunch of home made Samoan dishes. And he’s just like 😁 take your pick!

And then educates you on all of them and answers all of your questions. He likes bonding this way and feels closer to you as well!

#I need him #mauga #mauga x reader #Overwatch imagine #ow2

[grievous-writes]

“His Human Pet” - Ramattra x Reader

WOW, it’s been years since I’ve done a Overwatch post! And so many new characters! But my fave, my newest boi, needs some serious love! 

Pairing: Ramattra x reader

Genre: General Fluff

Word Count: 998

Summary: Some long headcanons about Ramattra and you <3

Theme Song:  Josh Groban - All I Ask of You (Duet with Kelly Clarkson)

Never. Ever. Did Ramattra think he’d have a human who was as  important as his mission; maybe even a bit more.

He’s not sure what to do with a human who wants to aid him, truely, and little alone a human who wants to be close. Closer then what is wise

You confessed your feelings to him in a heated passionate debate between the two of you, and he wasn’t sure where to go from there. In fact, he left that scene without a word.

He’s afraid of how it will affect you; if you’d want to take that chance with him after he wordlessly backed out.

But Ramattra can’t help the feelings that stir in his core, the flashes of emotions that spark his joy and taint his resolve.

He cares. He loves. And he’s terrified.

He’s very much “the pot calling the kettle black” when speaking to Zenyatta about you; given what he’s said about Genji.

“Human Pet”, that's what Ramattra called the cyborg ninja. And while the title was still accurate in Ramattra’s opinion, Zenyatta did make a point to have that phrase brought to light.

“To put those we care about in such positions and titles does little to settle the soul, my brother.” Said Zenyatta. “Genji is my student, my charge, my friend. He is like my child, as you are my brother. I care for him … as you do Y/N.”

“How … how do you do it?” Rammattra snarled. “How can you … accept these feelings, accept … them? I … I don’t know how.”

Zenyatta is the only being he’d ever share this with; these feelings.

The emotions make Ramattra feel weak, but in the best way possible.

There is the shame, the doubt, and anger - Anger at you for your kindness and true heart. Anger at himself for letting his mask fall away from leader to lover. And his most bitter anger was saved for the universe for making you and him two different peoples. If you were an Omnic, things would’ve been so much easier.

“Ah, but therein lies a Challenge and the truth.” Zenyatta perks up ever so, a smile in his voice. “You do so much enjoy a challenge. If Y/N were so easy to obtain, to love and cherish, do you think you’d care so much? Yes, you would still care, but to love someone so different than yourself? That, my brother, is the challenge. And the truth, well, love is worth fighting for. As you love your people … open your arms to them. Heh, you do have so many arms.”

Rammattra growls. “Don’t poke at my abilities. I-! …” He sighs. “What shall I do?”

“Go to them, speak to them, and see where this bond takes you both. In times like these, in such darkness and night, it is good to find the joy and light in our lives. There is balance, you just need to know where to look.”

Rammattra takes a few days to come back to you at your small workshop, where you spend your time repairing Omnics or making small gadgets. You sometimes even make small toys for the local impoverished children, and he finds you in the middle of making a small metal bird.

He watches from the shadow of your doorstep as you click the last metal plate into place and the small robotic thing comes to life. You giggle as it chirps out a gentle song, a melody, and he knows it. It’s from an old human musical, something about a masked man and a beautiful opera singer.

The bird takes flight and you stand up from your workbench, waking the small masterpiece flutter in freedom before landing onto his shoulder.

“Oh!” You gasp and your smile drops; with a single hand moving to cover over your heart - as if to stop the beating organ from escaping its ribbed cage.

“Y/N, I … I return.”

“I see that.” You frowned but not out of anger, concern, and you slowly approached. “Are you alright? Y-You didn’t answer my call.”

He sighs and takes a ginger step forward, looming over you, his small human, with his towering Omnic height. “Forgive me. I needed time to think. Time to think about … us.”

You raised your brows and waited.

He said us. No turning back now. Ramattra began to speak, but the bird’s melody picked up and you both looked to the singing metallic beauty. It sang and in those charming notes, Rammattra knew what to do.

He hummed as he closed the space between the two of you, taking your rough, worn hands into his own, and he began to lead a gentle dance.

You blushed, letting him lead, and your wonderful and warm smile spreads across your shapely lips.

And what made your heart sore is when he began to sing … “Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime. Say the word and I will follow you.”

You are so eager and giddy to join in, and your voices meld into perfect harmony; the light, the dark, the good, and bad of both. “Share each day with me. Each night, each morning.”

You take the soft solo - “Say you love me…”

Rammattra leans in gently, his voice almost broken as he whisper-sings his response “You know I do ..”

You both meet in the mighty crescendo; not caring if your voice also brakes in pitch as tears run down your beautiful facial features. Your passion makes his circuits heat and coils burn.  “Anywhere you go, let me go too! Love me, that's all I ask of you …”

The bird stops its chimes, and you embrace one another in soft touches and delicate kisses; tenderly seeking one another in the afterglow of the song.

Hm, maybe bastion had it right keeping around a bird; at least in some regard.

And furthermore … maybe having a human pet wouldn’t be so bad afterall.

#overwatch #overwatch 2 #overwatch x reader #x reader #overwatch imagines #overwatch imagine #overwatch headcanons #ramattra #overwatch ramattra #ramattra x reader #ramattra x human reader #reader insert #overwatch reader #sfw

[weskin-time]

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.”

——————————————————————

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.

—————————————————————

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.

#tezi post #ask! #overwatch x reader #overwatch #overwatch imagine #dva #hana song #ramattra #genji #genji shimada #dva overwatch #overwatch 2 #genji shimada overwatch #genji overwatch #ramattra overwatch #genji x reader #genji shimada x reader #ramattra x reader #dva x reader #hana song x reader

[overwatchfics]

i saw youre doing requests! can i request dating headcanons where y/n is a blackwatch agent also dating a fellow blackwatch agent (genji, cass, moira, and reaper)? tia! <3

Blackwatch Dating HC's

Already did Cassidy's so just the rest of Blackwatch.

Genji

Not at his healthiest, but God damn his angstiness is kinda hot for you.

While he is focused on vengeance against his brother, you manage to pull him out of it or you help him vent and vow to help him out.

Genji really appreciates the gesture

When Genji is off of his vengeful Shimada bs he'd love to take you to the arcade, an old past time of his.

He's not really in it for playing to win anymore he just likes seeing the smile on your face when you're playing with him.

Anything to tear him away from his Blackwatch work.

If your a electrical engineer of any kind hell occasionally let you mess with the lighting on his body

You totally didn't use his body as a disco ball while blasting funk nope

When it's just the two of you in a private place, he shows his love through physical touch

Genji likes to cradle your face and lightly graze his thumbs across your skin

If you're lucky he might take off his mask and ask to kiss you

You're going to have to be real patient with him, after his murder he's real insecure about his being as a cyborg.

If he does kiss you he's gentle, he has a feral side that wants to go all put, but around you he wants to savor the moment and keep you there in his arms.

As far as dinners go, he doesn't really eat much... not much left of a body to sustain anyways, but he'll be more than happy to help you cook!

He's great with a knife, doesn't have to worry about nicking himself.

In the bed, Genji's a cuddler. He is semi-emberassed about it. He falls asleep on his side and wake up wrapped around you.

I liken Genji to a cat, he just rubs up against you trying to get some affection and cuddles he's too scared to ask for.

If you two are on missions together, he sticks by you, no arguments and everyone on the team knows this. Not even Commander Reyes can separate the two of you.

After long missions spent apart Genji shows up at your room or vice versa but no matter you hell take you into his arms and press his head against your shoulder.

He fears losing you as he has lost himself.

Moira

Listen, you have to be into science if you're going to roll with Moira.

Since you're a science person or an agent who operates in the science division you can expect to be working with Moira a lot

While she won't experiment on you (unless you ask) she'll ask for your participation in helping her with an experiment and analysis.

You both know it's hard to find time for either of you to go out together, so the best time for dates is unsurpsingly in the lab.

Moira will gladly do a couple silly experiments to keep moral high with various experiment such as giving a rabbit a pair of human arms, exploding goop, and some stuff they probably belongs in Area 51.

After it's been in exhausting day you two will find it easier to just walk over to whoevers room is the closest and crash there. Not before before pulling you close and kissing you. Moira looks into your eyes and wonders how you can put up with her insanity.

Blanket hugger I swear, she's not even ashamed about it

She also has the coldest feet she's so tall most blankets won't cover her completely.

Hope you don't mind being Moira's little space heater, she'll leech your warmth.

Has all of her limbs wrapped around you kind of like a spider

Loves you more than she'll ever admit.

If you're out on the field, you can bet sharing notes and observations is a must.

Since you're same department you two get to stick together

Gabriel (Commander Reyes)

Big man, soft heart.

It's lonely at the top and he loves when you drag him out of the base to do stuff.

Gabriel loves to go to the movies, horror and comedy in particular

Also gives him an excuse to have you hold his hand during some scary parts

Also adores glancing at you laughing at some dumb scene in a comedy

Always brings his heavy gray hoodie and has you wear it if the theater gets to cold. Gabe always manages to grab a picture of you in it and set it as his screen saver.

Type of man to take you out to dinner afterward, and refuses to let go of your hand.

On base you can hang with him in his room, since he's Commander his accomadations are nicer than yours.

He has a heated blanket and you can't find the heart to tell him no when he asks you if you want to cuddle with him.

Gabriel is a big man, but the way he holds you is unmatched to anyone else

He is gentle with his touch and likes to rest you on top of his chest.

His heartbeat puts you at ease and sleep finds you easier than normal.

On missions with him, it's common to get separated since he's Commander there are times where he works from a computer to strategize in comms. But the few times he's on the field you two are a force of nature.

Unstoppable really.

After long missions apart, Gabriel searches for you and when he find you he pulls you into a searing kiss and lifts you up, smiling with tears in his eyes tha you're ok.

With his warm hand in yours, tomorrow is a new day and any day with Gabe is a good day.

A/N: I already did Cassidy's for dating HC's so I did the other homies of black watch. I'm going to sleep now but I'll update the master list tomorrow.

Have a request? Drop it in the request box and be sure to check the rules!

#overwatch #overwatch x reader #overwatch2 #reaper #gabriel reyes #reaper x reader #moira o'deorain #moira x reader #genji shimada #genji x reader #blackwatch #overwatch imagine

[purpleph4se]

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

[amorchai]

Mercy and kiri cuddle or kisses hcs? Pretty please

how kiriko and mercy kiss and cuddle.

pairings: kiriko x reader , mercy x reader

words: 261

notes: first ow2 work, please leave it some love!

₍ᐢ.ˬ.ᐢ₎ 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐎

➵ kiriko is a soft kisser, she’s quite romantic and enjoys showing you as much through her kisses.

➵ if it’s after a mission though the kisses between you both feel desperate, glad, loving.

➵ her nose always nudges yours when she tilts her head to the other side.

➵ hands always on your cheeks, thumb rubbing your cheek in a gentle smoothness.

➵ her cuddles are suffocating in a desperate way.

➵ she’s almost always halfway on top of you, arms snug around your waist and squeezing until she’s fallen asleep.

➵ one of her legs entwined between yours, her socked feet rubbing up and down your leg causing you to shiver.

➵ kisses against the cheek while you are cuddled up is the best, her lips soft and breath warm against your skin as you both unwind.

₍ᐢ.ˬ.ᐢ₎ 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐘

➵ mercy is the softest kisser, so gentle and healing as her lips move against yours.

➵ she never seems to be in a rush and takes her time with her kisses, as if a medicine you’re more than happy to take.

➵ her hands intwined with yours, fingers squeezing or fiddling with yours.

➵ however, before missions she always leaves a peck to your lips – a promise to give you a proper one afterwards.

➵ her cuddles are just as gentle and loving as she is, and her kisses.

➵ her arms around yours, holding you close to her chest, your head in her neck.

➵ her hand always soothes up and down your back.

➵ or laying in-between her legs, head on her stomach as the comfort of her breathing can lull you to sleep almost instantly.

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[meeeeeeeeiamasheep]

Zenyatta with an adopted teenage Reader

No description, just an idea that I loved.

•You were one of the "lucky" ones to survive the Omnic Crisis.

• The only one in your family.

•Most of your life was spent in an orphanage, once you turned 10 it became obvious that you would stay there until you were 18

•And your prediction almost came true, if it weren't for certain Omnic.

•The manager of the orphanage called you for an interview, which was weird. Who wanted to adopt a teenager? Everybody wanted little kids or babies

•You stayed silent when you saw an Omnic on the other side of the desk.

•It was a long process, especially when overcoming the traumas of the war, but he was incredibly patient, he never pushed too much, more than a robot, he seemed like an angel.

•So, the day finally came where you left the orphanage with your little backpack, to follow your new father.

•It was a long way, but nothing uncomfortable, talking to Zen (as he had asked you to call him) was very easy, the conversation flowed so naturally.

• Arriving at his apartment, I introduce you to your room, amber and yellow colors, it was a cozy atmosphere.

•You were surprised when he called you for dinner, if you knew he didn't need food, it was a nice gesture that he prepared it.

• A few months passed, you continued your education at a university and you had learned to meditate with your father, it was a quiet life.

•In fact, you were quite surprised when Monttada had come to visit them, he was someone famous after all.

•It was a bit awkward at first, his voice was more formal than Zenyatta's, and you were afraid of offending him in any way, but hearing him talk about Zen's "youth" quickly lightened the atmosphere.

• From time to time, Omnics came to your house, looking for a guide or advice from your tutor.

•It was on one of those visits when you called him dad for the first time.

•"Dad, they're looking for you at the door."

•He didn't mention it, he thanked you and you went to your room.

•" . . . Wait, did I say dad?

•"I TOLD HIM DAD!!!"

•Although he doesn't show it, he is really happy.

#overwatch #overwatch 2 #overwatch headcanons #overwatch x reader #overwatch imagine #overwatch zenyatta #tekhartha zenyatta #zenyatta #Zenyatta and reader #adoptme #fluff overwatch

[valyrou]

Kinda weird idea but fuck it:

How would Reaper react if he found out Moira experimented on his kid? Kid is like, late teens probably said experiments altered their appearance too(just to drive the pain of it home bc angst).

Sorry if this is confusing, hope you have a wonderful day/night!

A/N: Helloo! This is such a great request :000 I loooove it!!! I hope it’s what you asked for. Also I need to get up in 5 hours and I have not slept yet soooo…

Warnings: mention of needles (if there is anything else let me know

Other info: reader is around 16/17

Overwatch

Father!Reaper x Teen!Reader (Platonic)

He would find out about moiras experiments because he happens to walk past her lab and hear your pained screams

When entering the room he would see you unconscious with various of IVs and needles inside your skin

He would be too freaked out to be very angry, but he would be angry with Moira

Lots of blaming on himself… poor you, you didn’t deserve this… not you

Gabriel ears perked up. What was that? The halls would be quiet at this hour of night. There! There it was again! Reyes followed his ears and almost walked past the excruciating screams that came from one door. One very familiar door. Right as he stops Infront of the door of his colleague the screams pick up again, yet the voice cracks right after and then silence. Reyes was so tired he nearly didn’t realize who had been screaming.

As soon as it dawned on him he swung the doors open „What are you doing Moira!“ the Reaper himself spoke up, voice loud and demanding an answer from the scientist „Experimenting“ was all he got back. Reaper hurried close, looking at his poor child. That mad women had somehow turned your whole right arm a Transparent white, almost ghost like „You Dare to put your hands on them!?“ his voice was venomous and dripping with anger

His angered Look would have killed at least 10 of his men, yet Moira looked emotionless „you offered me your body, theirs should be no exception. Don’t you see what I created, a little more testing and they might bring us just what we need!“ Moira sounded excited and Reyes stomach turned in disgust. He looked away, turning his back to the female ginger while getting his only child, the only human he was capable of loving of the needles.

As gentle as he could, did he remove what caused the altering of your right arm, only then did he realize that your left arm, that has previously been covered by a cloth, looked alike to your right, Transparent and lucid. When every last needle was removed, he carefully picked you up and cradled you in his arms. It didn’t matter to him, how big or how old you were, you would always be his baby and he couldn’t hate himself more, for letting that happen to you.

„This is not over.“ his harsh voice echoed through the lab and hung in the air like a threat. Moira simply sat back in her chair and looked at her files. If Reyes wouldn’t care for you first, he would snap that women’s neck like a twig.. yet he decided otherwise and carried you to his room where he placed you on his bed, tucking you in while pulling a chair to your side and sitting on it. He didn’t sleep that whole night. No he blamed himself for not being there for you enough.. and just how much of a failure of a father he is to you…

He now has to hope that you will forgive him for his mistakes…

#reaper x reader #Overwatch #Gabriel Reyes #gabriel reyes x reader #platonic #Overwatch x reader #Overwatch imagine #reaper imagine #gabriel reaper reyes #Gabriel reyes imagine #imagine #Ow #ow2 #overwatch 2 #request #Overwatch request

[kamisama-kyaa]

ow guys and girls (not all) setting up your anniversary date with them!

Genji Genji set up his super duper nice futon mats on his bedroom floor, he can’t really feel the hard floor, but he’d like for you to be as comfortable as you can be around him. You’ve been together for so long yet he always feels like he needs to do everything perfect for you. He set up little scented candles a good distance away from the futon mats. He put on his best cuddling sweater on, took of his mask/face plate and sat on one of the mats. Genji was super nervous about his sort of simplistic idea of an anniversary evening with him. When you entered the room he jolted up and greeted you, “H-Happy Anniversary, (Name)!!” He smiled brightly.

Cassidy This cowboy asked Genji what to do, Genji advised him to set up a romantic evening in his room, anddddd Cassidy did just that. He scattered rose petals on his new clean sheets, which he had Commander Morris wash for him, lit candles on his bed-side tables. Cassidy made sure to grab your favorite snacks and beverages for this special night. He made sure to cover you in small kisses all over. When in bed, he’ll tease you relentlessly thinking about all the memories y’all created over the years. If you’re feeling up for it, he is down to get a little naughty. (eyes emoji)

Tracer Tracer was running around her apartment trying to get ready with only 25 minutes left. She almost messed up trying to gel her hair like her usual everyday hair do. She set up her dinning table with a clean white cloth, had a candle light and set up the plates and silverware. She got done in ten minutes flat. Since Tracer had 15 minutes of just waiting she triple checked that everything was in order. She sat impatiently in her seat. You see, today was the day that Lena was going to propose to you, and she was sweating bullets. The poor girl was reciting everything in her head while other bad scenarios were happening. What if you rejected her? That’d ruin your anniversary and her proposal!! Lena was freaking out trying to shake off that nagging feeling of doubt. The doorbell brought her back to reality. This was it!

Brigette Oh boy, she’s actually surprised that time has flown by so fast with you by her side. Brigette had to make time in between helping Reinhardt and other every day functions. She rented out a whole amusement park so that you two can have an enjoyable experience. She made sure to take lots of photos of you on the anniversary date so that she can hang them up in her room.

Mercy “I got you some swiss chocolates! They’re good, try one!” Angela said as she presented you a medium sized box of chocolates. You know it was her personal favorite sweet treats, but it was a kind gesture. You happily sat next to her and enjoyed the box of chocolates while discussing her latest discoveries. The medic had been so busy with patients arriving almost everyday, she didn’t have a lot of time to prep for your shared anniversary. She felt guilty for not being able to give you what you deserved. “One last thing...” Angela said as she pulled out a small yellow envelope from her pocket. You opened it and inside was a small handkerchief, stitched in was a yellow heart. <3

Widowmaker It’s more like you surprised her with your shared anniversary. She kind of completely forgot. You gave her the usual bouquet of flowers and sweet snacks. Inside she was actually quite happy, but on the outside all she could do is scoff and turn away from you.

Hanzo  He planned it months in advanced what he wanted to do for your anniversary! He made sure there was nice weather, not too cold and not too hot outside. Hanzo wanted to have a peaceful dinner outside with you followed by a small anniversary cake of your favorite flavor. Hanzo goes for the more sentimental approach rather than the big in your face kind of parties. After dinner, cuddling and sweet kisses are a must!

#Overwatch #overwatch fanfic #overwatch headcanon #genji x reader #cole cassidy #cassidy x reader #tracer x reader #mercy x reader #widowmaker x reader #hanzo x reader #writing #love #anniversary #hanzo shima #widowmaker #mercy #x reader #overwatch imagine #fluff

[of-dragonss]

Hello! I saw that you wrote for Hanzo and was wondering if I could request him having a child with his s/o? Maybe the moment they are born and their first weeks together. Any fluff would be great :) Thank you in advance and have a good day!

this was kinda hard for me to write for bc i personally don’t want children nor do i want to imagine myself pregnant as an afab nonbinary person so i made this very up for interpretation on how reader and hanzo have the child. from a surrogate, reader had the baby themselves or adopted. you decide!

☽ ༚  ༵ ۰ ✧ ۰  ༵ ༚ ༵ ۰ ✧ ۰ 

hanzo shimada x reader (gender neutral)

summary: first time parents with hanzo

Proven wrong

Hanzo never thought of himself to be fatherly material. Growing up to be the heir of the Shimada clan there was no time for children got even time with his own father. There was always constant talk about arrange marriages for him and his brother. He just didn’t see a life where he’d be a good father.

That was until he met you. As radiant as the sun and gentle as light snowfall. You helped him become a better person. Never doubting him and always staying by his side. Encouraging him to interact with other Overwatch agents. And you got along great with Genji. Practically siblings the two of you were.

You are the sun and he is the moon. Complete opposites of each other. A smile was always seen on your face wherever you went. Playful and caring with everyone you met. Yet you were mature and calculating. Always alert on missions, never lazing about when duty called. You were a breath of fresh air for Hanzo. He was absolutely smitten by you.

He asked you out for tea one day. Then asked you to mediate with him. And then if you’d like to train together. From there your relationship bloomed into a romantic one. Gentle touches in public that don’t last long to make him uncomfortable in the presence of others, but still hold meaning to the two of you. And to more longer physical affection behind closed doors. Stealing kisses as you two cooked, hugging from behind in the early mornings. To more hot and heavy kisses on the neck. Hands trailing down further in the bedroom.

He never thought he’d ever have children. But here he was. Holding the small baby in his arms, cradled safely in a blanket. Eyes brimming with unshed tears he didn’t know even formed until he blinked and they fell down his cheeks. He looked over at you where you smiled at him, tears in your own eyes as you stared at Hanzo and your child with so much love. Gently, he rest his forhead on yours. “My loves.”

The following weeks were full of restless nights as you two took turns feeding. But he wasn’t annoyed. He was grateful he wasn’t annoyed. He enjoyed any moment he had with his child. Winston let them have a few months off to care for their baby. Which he was eager to relish every moment with you and your newborn.

Sometimes he had doubts that plagued his mind for days. He was scared he wasn’t doing his best. But you were there to reassure him during peaceful quiet moments in the dark of your bedroom, baby peacefully asleep in the crib.

“You’ve done amazing so far, Han.” You whispered, kissing his bare shoulder where you rest your head not that long ago. “You’re an amazing father. I know our little one loves you so much. Maybe more than me.” A giggle escaped your lips. And a smile appeared on his. “Little rascal falls asleep faster with you than with me.”

“I just do not want to disappoint you, dearest.” He sighed, grabbing a hold of your hand that rested on his knee, bringing it up to his lips, placing a kiss on the back of your hand.

“And you won’t. You’ll never disappoint me.” You kissed his cheek as you scooted closer to him. “Everything will be fine. You will be fine. As long as we’re with each other, yeah?”

Hanzo closed his eyes, smiling at your words. “Always and forever.” He mumbled cupping your face to kiss you.

Hanzo never thought he’d be a father. He never pictured himself with a loving partner and a little one running around causing havoc in their home. But he was proven wrong. And he was happy to be proven wrong.

#hanzo shimada imagine #hanzo shimada x reader #hanzo shimada oneshot #overwatch x reader #hanzo shimada x you #overwatch imagine

[simpforbutchwomen]

May I ask for a one shot of Junker Queen’s fem! S/O comforting her after another one of her nightmares? Like the one she had in her cinematic, about her past during the wastelands! I adore how you write Junkerqueen <3

'Nightmares' Junker Queen x Fem!Reader

hope this is okay <3 !

tw: Death, Depictions of death

' "Take 'em out, the kids don't need to see me like this." Her fathers voice echoed in the chambers of her mind. Everything hurt.

All she could see was her father, looking dreadfully.. ill...

Recurring memories of being exiled waved in and out. The pain, sorrow, and confusion were ever so present in her mind.

Echo's of her parent's pleading rang loudly in her ears before she had come to the realization of what was happening before her eyes.

Her father was dying. She didn't quite know how, or why, but she could tell. Could it have been the lack of food... or perhaps the ever present radiation. Heat exhaustion perhaps.

Odessa hadn't noticed that her other siblings had been swiftly shooed out of the room by her mother.

She felt a hand rest upon her shoulder, turning her head upwards to see her mother. Everything became blurry...everything except the stream of tears pouring down her mothers face.

Odessa snapped her head towards her father, skin puffy and yellow. Eyes bloodshot and lips pale.

Rapidly he began to decline becoming more pale, veins more prominent. His eyes sunken in and grey, drooping down.

Terrified she turned back only to be met with screams.

"I just hope that the youngin's are old enough to remember me." That echoed in her ears as visions of death and decay flashed before her eyes. It was all moving so fast.

The void surrounded her and all that was in her vision was her fathers corpse. Every little detail enhanced. No matter where she turned or look it's all she could see. Odessa fell to the ground covering her ears with her tiny hands, eyes sealed shut trying to shut the visions out. '

You woke up to the sound of Odessa gasping for breath. Her face looking distraught, eyes sealed shut and eyebrows furred together. Her chest heaving up and down, struggling to breath.

You sat up, brushing the hair out of your eyes before shaking her. "Dez?" you whispered. "Dez, love, wake up." you continued to shake her. You could hear grunts coming from her as she tossed her head to the side.

You persisted on, attempting to wake her up. "Odessa." you spoke louder. "It was all my fault!' She shot straight up, her hands covering her head.

You scooted your frame closer to her, wrapping your arms around her shoulder. "Dez, sweetheart, it was just a nightmare. It's okay." She was drenched in sweat, yet shivering at the same time.

This was unfortunately a reoccurring thing for her. Some nights were better than others. Most of the time she would just jolt up out of bed and head out for a smoke to clear her head before coming back to bed. Other nights, much like this one, was a completely different story.

You leaned in, giving her a kiss on the cheek. You could feel hot streams of tears coming down, gliding across your skin. It was rare to see her cry. Extremely rare.

Her breathing calmed down slowly. She brought her hands up to her eyes to wipe away her tears before letting out a sigh. "It's alright love...I'm fine. You should go back to sleep."

She pulled away from your hold, scooting towards the edge of the bed before standing up. You looked up towards her, worry filling your mind. You couldn't stand when she pulled the ' I'm fine ' stunt. She clearly wasn't.

Dez stretched her shoulders a bit before reaching into her nightstand drawer, grabbing a cigarette and her lighter. She swiftly headed out of the room, gently pulling the door shut behind her. You got up out of bed, rubbing your eyes. You checked the clock sitting on the bedside table, ' 4 : 00 AM '. You let out a sigh before heading out of the room to hunt her down.

It didn't take long to find her. You walked up behind her, about to sit down before she spoke "I thought I told you I'm fine."

"Your not." you kneeled down behind her, wrapping your arms around her torso. You heard the flick of her lighter, feeling her chest rise with the inhale of smoke. You buried your face into her back, feeling the warmth radiating against your cold face. "It's not your fault Dez....none of it was."

"Sure as hell feels like it was." she said before taking another puff. You crawled over to her side, resting your head against her shoulder. "I thought you couldn't stand the smell of these things?" she questioned before flicking the buds to the ground. "I can't. I hate that you smoke but I'm not here to lecture you."

"Well that's a first from you Y/N." she chuckled softly before putting the rest of her cigarette out into the pavement. "Your parents would be proud of you....you know?" . You felt her tense up after you spoke. "I love you Y/N." She said, leaning he head on yours. "I love you too Dez." You two sat outside for a while in silence. Looking up at the stars. She grabbed your hand, rubbing your soft skin with her thumb.

"Do you think you will be able to get back to sleep?" you asked, hoping the answer would be yes. She needed sleep, it was a miracle she had gotten as much as she did. "I'll at least try, if not do you reckon you'd stay up with me?" You smiled, leaning up to give her a soft kiss. "I'll stay up for days if you need me too, Dez."

#junker queen x reader #junker queen #overwatch imagine #odessa stone #i'm sleep deprived so if there's any errors please excuse me #@-@

[infernalodie]

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 || 𝐎𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚 “𝐃𝐞𝐳” 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞

“𝘔𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵��𝘵𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘛𝘰 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘐 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦 '𝘊𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘦, 𝘮𝘦, 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘩“

Inspo: H.E.R. - Comfortable

Pairing: Odessa “Dez” Stone x Fem!reader

Summary: Odessa wasn’t sure where she would be without you.

Warnings: Fluffy and borderline smut.

Words 1490

Her heavy footsteps were what had you sitting up in your bed. Those that work boots shaking the floor as you couldn’t contain the giddy smile that formed on your lips. For far too long, you had been sitting in her chambers, patiently waiting for your Queen since Junkrat and Roadhog decided to make their appearance at the gates. And judging by the fact that she was back home, they were either killed or chased off from Junkertown.

The heavy sigh that filled the room made your smile slightly falter. Seeing her large figure walk through the doorway where she dropped her axe and gun. Her blue hair was unkempt from its usual braids with a visual sign of hurt from the way she moved her left arm. The black grease smeared over her eyes and nose, resembling war paint, seemed to have either faded or been rubbed in multiple different directions. Only adding to the scrap that she must’ve had with the two former Junkertowners.

“Are you okay, Dez?” You inquired, standing up from the edge of the bed.

The woman lifted her gaze to you, those crimson eyes of hers scanning your body softly. You wore one of her shirts that reached down to your knees where she knew nothing was underneath that thin article of clothing. Something about the innocent look in your eyes, the genuine worry that came from your voice made her decision to keep you around all the more worth it.

“I’m alright, love.” That thick Australian accent sent shivers down your spine as you watched your lover's hulking figure walk across the room towards the bathroom. No matter the situation, even a hushed word that came from her was able to shake you down to your core. Leaving you incredibly warm and fuzzy with need. “Just had those two idiots arrive at our gates. Sacred ‘em off though. So, that’s a plus.”

You hummed, walking into the bathroom and scanning her arm. Seeing the large gash across her arm. “Your hurt,” you pointed out softly, making the Queen, Odessa look down at you.

“Nothin’ I can’t handle.” Her prideful and rather fragile ego annoyed you sometimes. She could be bleeding on the floor and would still say she didn’t need anyone’s help. But once she closed her chamber doors and was left alone with you, she would melt to fucking bits. Nonetheless, you reached for the mirror cabinet, pulling it open and grabbing the small bag of medical supplies.

“Can you turn to me, please?” Odessa wanted to tell you to go and lay down, wait for her to accompany you. But from the pleading look in your eyes, the pure love and care you held for her, she couldn’t say no. Especially now, where you looked absolutely adorable in front of her.

So, she did as you asked and turned to you. Bracing her hands on the counter, your small figure stood in front of her as you grabbed some disinfectant and dabbed it onto the cut. Her arms tensed, only making them look larger, which didn’t go in your favour with trying to help when the brief images of last night filled your mind.

You cleared your throat, tossing the small pad into the garbage before grabbing a bandage and applying it to the wound. “You’ll have to go see the doc tomorrow,” you stated. “I’m not much a skillful person when it comes to much.”

“Don’t say that about yourself,” she spoke up, causing your eyes to snap up to hers. Finding nothing but love within those killer orbs that you had seen enraged. “You are perfect the way you are. If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it, right?”

A soft smile appeared on your lips as you grabbed her arm and pulled it towards you. Pressing a gentle kiss to the bandage before placing your hands on her hips. But it only reminded you of the clear size difference between you and your lover.

Her large hand came down, cupping your cheek with her ivory thumb coming up and brushing against your cheekbone. A fluttering butterfly tickled the inside of her stomach when she saw you lean into her touch lovingly. Sighing in contentment with the smallest of touches made by the woman. “And besides, who would worry about me every second of every day?” She teased softly.

You scoffed, staring back up at her with mischief in your eyes. “I don’t know. But I have a feeling you would be dead without me.”

But truthfully, Odessa wasn’t sure where she would be if it wasn’t for you. When the two of you met, it was in the Wastelands. She’d saved you from some bandits robbing you, and since then, you two had been inseparable. Every step she took to get to the reckoning and to her position of power over Junkertown, you’d been by her side. Giving her suggestions that she sought out from you, trusting you and only you.

And it felt like not too long ago that feelings had surfaced after you came to her room with bruises all over your body from Junkrat and Roadhog jumping you. In an extension of being the Queen’s close friend, you were as much of a target as Odessa. So, they took their chance to try and kill you until Meri showed up, saving your ass and scaring off Junkrat and Roadhog.

That night though, you had seen a rageful side of Odessa that you had never experienced. Truthfully, it scared the living shit out of you from the random fists she threw at the walls, meanwhile trying to be as comforting as she could with you. But you don’t know what it was, what compelled you to do so, but you kissed her.

In an act to stop the girl seen as more than just a friend or your ruler from destroying any more of her personal solitude, you allowed your feelings to surface. And she reciprocated. So, your statement was indeed something you thought was the case for the girl who had a rather large ego. It surprised you how she carried that massive head of hers around.

A yelp slipped from your lips when the woman grabbed the back of your thighs and lifted you with ease. Giggling in amusement when Odessa placed gentle kisses on your neck as she carried you out of the bathroom and towards the bed. Which had two distinct looks to it that oddly worked together. Your side of the bed had plushies, nothing too bright as that type of stuff was hard to come by in this part of the world. Meanwhile, Odessa’s was darker, with a metal theme to it from the posters, dark colours, and even her electric guitar sitting in the corner.

Two completely different personalities, yet they mended so well together.

The soft pelts stitched into blankets were what you met first. Body sinking into the rather soft bed which hiked up Odessa’s shirt, revealing your bruised thighs to the Queen. She stared at you adoringly though, not once letting her own desires get in the way. She already made you go through it last night, no need to repeat it twice.

Sitting on her knees, she was levelled with you when she kissed you softly. “I love you,” she said between kisses as your hands cupped her face. Nail’s gently scrapping against her delicate skin that had seen more battles than someone like yourself would ever be able to handle. But the action was enough to cause the woman to sigh in the kiss with your lips melding together. Her tongue pushes past your parted lips with her hands gripping your thighs and squeezing softly.

A small whimper fell from your lips as you pushed harder against her, something in you wanting to challenge her dominance once. Even if it ended in you underneath her, crying out her name and praising her for the Queen that she very much is.

The kiss that was once loving had transformed into hunger and desperation felt on both fronts. Odessa couldn’t help herself by slowly pushing against you, causing you to fall onto the bed, lips still connected with your legs wrapping around her waist. Her large hands cupped your breasts, making you break away and whine.

“Dez- I love you.”

Odessa felt her lips curl into a grin as she laid chaste kisses along your jawline, hands still groping your breasts contently. “You’re too good for me,”  she whispered. “What would I do without you?”

“I don’t like repeating myself, Odessa. You know that.” You chirped back. “So are you going to fuck me or not?”

Your Queen sat up on her knees between your legs. Smirk wide on her lips with that same bundle of strands sitting in front of her right eye as she softly grabbed your hips, rubbing circles. “I thought you’d never ask.”

#overwatch #overwatch fanfiction #overwatch imagine #overwatch junker queen #odessa stone #odessa dez stone #overwatch odessa dez stone #overwatch odessa stone #junker queen #odessa stone x fem!reader #odessa dez stone x fem!reader #odessa dez stone smut #odessa dez stone fluff #overwatch x fem!reader #x fem!reader #odessa dez stone fanfiction #odessa dez stone imagine

[my-ultimate-is-ready]

from the prompt meme (if you're still doing it ofc) “i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know." w Reyes 😈

Gabriel’s back from god-knows-where for god-also-only-knows-how-long, a pause in his suffocating schedule allowing him to spend a few luxurious days at home, so you can live like all the couples around you do. High on your priority list is doing all the laundry your washing machine can handle, catching up on all your favourite shows you swore you wouldn’t watch while he was away, and making dinner together. 

At some point in this unadorned normality, you’ve also got to go grocery shopping, and while it’s not the most riveting of things you can do together, it’s significantly less of a chore with him there. It takes inordinate amounts of fuel to keep him running; SEP created a super soldier with a super appetite. So, with Gabriel home and the fridge pitifully empty, it’s a non-negotiable addition to your day.

But what a joy it is to feel halfway ordinary, defaulting to your routine that gets interrupted every other week when he becomes a mere voice over the phone or a few lines of text in a written message. 

When he’s home, you live slowly—one day at a time.

Out of necessity, Gabriel’s efficiency is unparalleled. It doesn’t matter how organized you are when he is a master at packing and planning. It’s thanks to him that you’ve never set foot into a store without your reusable bags, and it is also thanks to him that unloading the groceries from the car to the kitchen takes a single trip.

Is any sight more touchingly domestic than him hauling several massive blue IKEA bags as though they’re precious cargo?

Going down the list that he remembered to bring—even though you wrote it, you’d forgotten about it—Gabriel ensures you’ve got all your essentials but can’t find the last ingredient you need. You know it’s crucial that when you have the chance to cook together, there’s no deviation from the recipe, no disrupting the ritual. When he suggests the pair of you should make a stop at another store, it’s not a compromise that you’re unwilling to make, but you’d much rather get back home and have him all to yourself again.

“Maybe we have some left from last time,” you say, trailing out as you scour the shelf for the third time, making a showy pretence of it.

“We don’t,” he informs with a discontented shake of his head, “I checked.”

The addendum to the shopping list was his doing, penned in at the bottom.

“Can we do without it?”

“We probably could, but do we want to? This is the question we have to ask ourselves. You know it’s not going to taste the same.”

He’s too determined for his own good sometimes.

It’s not that you want to rush him; it’s just that you know what traffic is like and how a little detour could throw the rest of your afternoon off. If you weren’t constantly picturing time dripping through the narrowest point of an hourglass, maybe you would have a single chill.

But you don’t, and Gabriel is already wise to some version of that.

Naturally, you think of a way to suggest he shuffle his priorities around and get you home without asking him to blatantly give up—because he won’t.

Beckoning him to lend you an ear with a finger, he leans down so you can whisper: “I’m not wearing any underwear. Thought you’d like to know.”

Something passes over him as he returns to his full height. Once you think he’s past replying, he speaks into a closed fist, “Holy shit.” 

“You good?” A bad question, knowing full well you’ve quietly obliterated him.

He clears his throat and assures, “Never better.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I was just thinking about how we need to home before the ice cream melts.”

“What ice cream?”

Gabriel steps away, opens the closest freezer, grabs a pint of ice cream, and adds it onto the heap in your cart. “That one.”

Then he slips behind you and helps you steer towards the checkout, whispering in your ear about how he still can’t believe the things that come out of your mouth sometimes.

#gabriel reyes x reader #gabriel reyes imagine #overwatch x reader #overwatch imagine #you asked for sexy and i gave you GROCERY STORE #but am i wrong #this man watches sports and cooking shows with the same intensity. #alternative scenario: you say you're not wearing underwear and he's like. yeah i know #it's all in the laundry i literally just threw it all in the dryer before we left #gabriel reyes puts up with so much bless his soul #gabriel reyes #gabriel #reyes #these #replies #prompt meme

[overwatchfics]

can you do Shimadas + saving their s/o when their vigilante activities go wrong? 🥺

Shimada's Saving Their Vigilante S/O

A/N: I have a feeling I know who this is...

Content Warning: Contains violence and minor character death

Hanzo:

Being chased by what was left of his clan, Hanzo knew they'd come after you eventually.

He just didn't know when

Especially since you two worked together to take out the last of the corrupted Shimada clan

One mission you and Hanzo decided to split up and take a fortess from both sides

Unfortunately for you, an alarm was sounded when you were spotted by a guard

You tried to find cover when a couple bullets grazed your side, knocking you down.

In minutes you were surrounded by Shimada cronies all with katanas and guns raised and aimed at you

The main guard was approaching you with a gun in hand when an arrow struck him in the head.

The other guards looked to Hanzo's direction only to get stuck with even more arrows

With the few remaining turning their attention to you, he jumps down from his perch, a look of cold rage set on his face.

One guard charged at him with his sword raised, Hanzo caught him by the throat and slammed him into the ground, effectively knocking him out.

Without thinking, Hanzo picked up the blade and went on a frenzy slicing through the remaining guards one by one.

After all guards were slain, Hanzo stood, his chest heaving, He looks to you and down to the sword his hands shaking as he drops the blade and runs to your side.

He slides to his knees and collects you into his arms tightly

Thank god you're alive, I had feared the worst

Hanzo hadn't picked up a blade since he's killed his own brother, but he knew he had to protect you. At this point he's enveloping your body with his as he releases choked sobs into your shoulder.

Once home Hanzo wraps his arms around you in bed and pulls you close, refusing to let you go

Genji

Talon was a common enemy for overwatch and while Genji recently convinced you to come to Overwatch's side, he knew Talon would be after you as well (Like Hanzo's situation)

One mission went terribly wrong when your group was ambushed and taken to the science division of a Talon base.

Genji felt his temperature turn to ice and ignoring the calls of his allies, tracked you down right away.

He'd melted through Talon forces swiftly and quietly, with the exception of making his hand burning hot and pressing it to a guard's neck to gather information on where you were being held

When he'd found out it was the science division, his stomach dropped Moira

Without hesitation he breaks through the vent and drops to the floor.

What Genji saw broke his heart.

You were strapped to the table with your half naked body littered with bruises showing signs of struggle. A couple IVs were poked into your arm

You looked so pale, so weak.

Genji felt a rage he hadn't felt in a long time bubble up in him, but he could handle it later, right now he had to get you out of here.

He Takes out the IVs, untie the straps, and gathers you in his arms, he hears heels boots click against the floor and he knew he needed to make his escape, so he puts you over his shoulder and crawls out of the window and makes a mad dash.

As he gains distances, he can hear the frustrated frantic yelling of the mad geneticist

Once he gets home with you, he bathes and dresses you comfortably and prepares food for you

Once you wake up, he cracks and tries his best not to break down in front of you.

Genji grabs your hand and presses it to face and confesses he was terrified to lose you

His tears slide onto your hand and he presses a tearful shaky kiss to your lips, proceeding to bury his head in the space between your shoulder and neck, breathing you in.

Kiriko

Listen, we all know it's gonna be the Hashimoto

You and Kiriko were partners in crime against the Hashimoto

both knew the risks and most of the time had a clear view of each other's backs

Most of the time

You had a bad habit of going out on solo missions to deal with the Hashimoto, and one of the few times Kiriko decides to tail you in secret you get ambushed

You were walking through an alleyway, weapons ready and investigating the markings of the Hashimoto on a wall when you're heard the unsheathing of swords and the clicking of loading guns

They were fast in jumping down from the roofs and you weren't quite fast enough.

You'd felt a stabbing pain in your shoulder and in your abdomen and looking down you'd been ran through by a couple blades.

Kiriko you had just caught up to you immediately calls out to her fox spirit and throws her Kunai

This time, aims she does not aim to spare, she aims to kill

She gets her wish when the sickening crack of kunai against skulls rang throughout the alleyway

The Hashimoto guards, who's blades had been right through you, pull out as they fall to the ground.

The world for you is shifting around and spinning as you feel yourself falling

Kiriko's glowing eyes are vibrant as they lock on to you and she teleports, catching you before you hit the ground. She uncorks her healing Suzu, and brings it to your lips, she tilts your head back and forces you to drink it

Your wounds seal up and Kiriko hears growing and shuffling and she sees a bleeding Hashimoto trying to crawl away.

She throws a kunai, and she hears her shot connect and his breathing stop.

Kiriko identifies that the life-threatening wounds are healed, but she lays ofuda on you to keep you stable as she carries you home.

Once through the front door, you see the glowing stops and her strength is waning, she makes it to her bed and lays you gently on top of it before crawling on top of you and cradling your face in her hands. She peppers your face in kisses before slowly leaning in and capturing your lips in hers.

Kiriko flops over next to you on her back and pulls you to her side, allowing your head to settle under her chin and she strokes your hair

don't ever do that again, not alone, we fight together.

#overwatch imagine #overwatch2 #overwatch x reader #genji x reader #genji shimada #genji #hanzo #hanzo shimada #hanzo x reader #kiriko #kiriko overwatch #kiriko x reader #kiriko kamori

[weskin-time]

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

[astarlow]

When are they most likely to be affectionate

Characters: Zarya, Tracer, Mei, D.Va Word Count: 748 Form: Mix Warning: None

Morning 

•Zarya 

•As a morning person, Aleksandra is affectionate as soon as she's awake and particularly after she wakes up  •she kisses you on the forehead to wake you up  •once you're in the kitchen, she might sneak an arm around you to give you a hug or entirely hug you from behind and lift you in her arms  •when she leaves, she kisses you goodbye 

"солнышко, wake up." She slightly shakes your shoulder. You mumble something under your breath, but she doesn't quite catch it. 

"Still tired? I go do breakfast, join me when you're ready." She kisses your temple and walks away. You groan as you open your eyes. You're still tired but you want to say goodbye to your girlfriend. Aleksandra finishes eating her breakfast, she fills her water bottle. You exit the bedroom with a sleepy head and she can't help but chuckle at your state. 

"You don't have to wake up at same hour as me." You shake your head as you engulf her in a hug. She returns it with ease, lifting you with a huge smile. 

Noon 

Mei

•she likes to do her research in your presence. She finds it soothing when you're with her •So whenever she can, she's going to sit down in the same room as you. If you have some time, you're going to join her •It's also a good time for her to be quite expressive, losing herself in her research •she also mutters some sentences in Chinese when she's in the zone

You are sitting down on the couch with Mei lying on your shoulder. She had her journal out, a pencil in her hand. You see the little frown she's wearing and you find it adorable. Snowball is resting, charging his battery.

"I don't understand, the results are not corresponding to what we expected..." she mutters and you see the many graphics on her screen. She plops her head on your lap, laying down completely.

"怎么回事? 可爱, 你可以帮我吗?" You raise one of your eyebrows in amusement but she doesn't quite realize. She looks up at you after a few moments in silence. Once she realizes, her eyes widen and her cheeks are dusted in pink. She sits up, embarrassed at the exchange. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize-" You reassure her, laughing a bit at the whole ordeal.

"It's okay, don't worry. I'm curious though at what you were asking me, care to repeat it?" She still blushes but is less embarrassed than before.

Afternoon 

Tracer 

•although she's affectionate all through the day, she has a surge of affection during the afternoon.  •The morning she needs to rush to her workplace and during her break, she replenishes •The only time she really has the energy to be very affectionate is in the afternoon 

"Love! Here I am!" You turn your head just in time for Lena to rush into your arms. She collides quite brutally with you and you let out a small 'oof'. She wraps her arms around your shoulder and kisses your cheek.

"Hey Lena, I didn't you'd be coming back so soon." 

"Am not! I just sneaked out a few minutes, have to go back." You chuckle as you kiss her back on the cheek. 

"Convenient to be so fast hmm?" 

"Sure is! See you tonight!" 

Night

D.Va

•Though she streams her fights, she also likes streaming her games when she comes back from her missions •Her only free time is at night, after her streams and by then, most of the time you're asleep •If you stay in the same room as her when she is streaming, she'll appreciate it and call you sweet names in Korean •After she's done, she is going to cuddle you and whisper what happened in her stream until she falls asleep

She shuts down her computer once she has notified her stream she'd left to sleep. She goes through her routine until she sees you in bed. She plops down on the bed, resting her head in the crook of your neck. You instinctively wrap one of your arms around her form.

"Everything went good?" She's a little bit surprised you're still awake but she still answers your question.

"Yeah, got to play a little bit with Yuna. Didn't wake you up right?" You shake your head and she feels it.

"Nah, don't worry." She smiles and she tells you the content of her game, you fall asleep to her voice and she soon follows.

#zarya x reader #tracer x reader #mei x reader #d.va x reader #ow writing #aleksandra zaryanova x reader #lena oxton x reader #mei ling zhou x reader #hana song x reader #overwatch headcanons #overwatch imagine #overwatch mix #reader insert