A Heart in the Machine (Serial Designation V x Reader)
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As a skilled Technician hired by the Elliott family, you spend your days maintaining Worker Drones in the shadowed, humming confines of their vast estate. Your routine is simple but satisfying—until you meet V, a peculiar Drone assigned to domestic tasks. Polite and precise, she appears to be just another part of the Elliott household. But as you go out of your way to help her, and she begins to respond with subtle, uncharacteristic warmth, something stirs beneath her circuitry.
Slowly, the lines between human and machine blur, and a unique bond forms—a friendship, maybe even something more. But as you unravel the layers of V’s programming, you also uncover something darker lurking within the Elliott's pristine halls. The family’s expectations for their Drones run deeper than you realized, and the true nature of V’s programming could threaten everything you’ve built together.
In a world where kindness has no place in a machine’s life, your connection with V will be tested in ways you could never have imagined.
How about a very cute and wholesome Hanzo Shimada fic where his crush always gives him compliments, affection and is always praising him for his arrow shots and achievements! Just grabbing his face while praising him, hugging his arm - very cutest innocent stuff, unless... whenever those moments happen Hanzo can't help but excuse himself to deal with a certain problem on his pants. One day maybe his crush catches him and helps him out, while singing him sweet words of praise - very innocent fluffy stuff of course ;)
A Matter Of Praise - Hanzo Shimada
Pairing: Hanzo Shimada x f! reader
Genre: smut/NSFW, a bit of fluff??
Word Count: 1.4k
Summary: hanzo has a habit of ducking out on you whenever you compliment him, and you're determined to find out why
CW: porn with plot, hanzo has a praise kink, reader is v oblivious, cocky! hanzo, hanzo masturbates, oral (m! receiving), handjob, blowjob, cum swallowing, use of good/nice/pretty boy, hints of overstim??
here's hanzo w a praise kink lol. the switch in me really popped off today...anyway might start writing about valorant cause my best friend convinced me to play and now i have cypher brainrot (thanks, @l0serloki) but enjoy <3
18+ MINORS DNI
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“Great shot!”
Hanzo’s cheeks instantly burn red and he tilts his face away from yours. He always got flustered whenever you complimented him, and if you took it a step further and touched him? Hanzo was putty in your hands.
“Thank you,” he mumbles.
You nod, looking at the arrow he’d shot through another in awe. “That was so cool! How did you do that?“
“Just…practice, I guess.”
Hanzo shifts his jeans awkwardly and hopes you don’t notice. He’s embarrassed that it’s this easy for you to get him all hot and bothered, but he can’t help it. Something about how cute you look when you’re praising him just sets him off.
He tries to ignore his problem, and nocks another arrow on the bowstring. He pulls it back and shoots another perfect bullseye.
“Okay, well now you’re just showing off,” you tease.
He sets the bow down. “It’s not showing off just because I’m better than you.”
“Shut up,” you punch him lightly in the arm.
Hanzo shivers at the touch, the tightness in his pants almost impossible for him to ignore. He shrugs your hand off and stammers off an excuse. He practically runs out of the archery range, leaving you staring at him dumbfounded as he does so.
He was always running out on you at the worst times. You would be mid activity and suddenly he would have to go. You had always wondered where he was going, and finally, you decided that next time you’re together, you’d find out.
Little did you know…
Hanzo groans, fisting his cock tighter. All he can think about is your soft lips wrapped around his swollen cock head. He can almost hear your voice while he gets himself off. “You’re doing so well for me, Hanzo.”
He speeds up, beating his dick furiously. He wishes it was your hand on his hard length, your other hand propping yourself up on his thigh. He wishes you were there to tell him how big he is and how you want him inside of you so bad.
Hanzo finishes, and the guilt washes over him immediately. You’re so innocent, so sweet, and here he is, perverting that image of you for his own gains. Worse than that, it’s not the first time he’s done this. And still, somehow, he manages to face you afterwards.
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It’s a week until you see him again. The two of you decided on going out for coffee so that Hanzo could tell you about his latest bout with his former clan.
“So, what happened?” You lean forwards and sip your latte.
There’s a small bandaid on his face but other than that he looks relatively unscathed as he tells you what happened. He’s a great storyteller, believe it or not. He leaves out no details but still manages to captivate you with every word.
“They tried to stab you?” You murmur, reaching out to gently rub your thumb across the bandaid.
The tips of his ears glow red. “They tried. They did not succeed.”
You keep your hand on his cheek, examining the rest of his face. Hanzo is sweating, struggling to breathe under your touch. He squirms but you tighten your grip to keep him still.
When you’re satisfied that there’s no other damage to him, you grin. “I’m glad you’re okay, Hanzo.”
That’s enough to set him off. If his face wasn’t burning before, it was now. You giggle at the blush on his face, thinking he’s simply embarrassed by you babying him.
He’s grateful that you can’t see his lap under the table because if you could, you would see the growing bulge in his track pants.
“Y/n, I-I need to go,” he stammers out.
“But we’ve only been here for like 20 minutes!”
“I’m sorry,” he mutters, and grabs his things. As soon as he’s outside the door of the cafe, you’re collecting your bag and chasing after him.
Today’s the day you’re going to find out where he’s going when he leaves you.
Hanzo gets home and immediately drops his trousers to the floor, not even bothering to take it to the bedroom. He’s far too pent up to take the extra seconds and ensure his privacy.
“Y/n,” he mumbles, releasing his stiff shaft from the confines of his underwear.
You follow him all the way to his home, only getting more suspicious when he bursts through the front door and slams it behind him. This is what he’d rather be doing than hanging out with you?
There’s a bitter anger bubbling inside of you, and without even thinking about it, you throw open the door and follow after him into his living room.
Your jaw drops at the sight. Hanzo is on the middle of the living room floor, his pants and underwear discarded in a pile next to him. His hand is on his hard cock, a squelching noise coming with every thrust.
His eyes shoot wide and he attempts to cover up before you see. Though, it’s much too late for that. The sight of Hanzo jerking himself off on the carpeted floor of his home is burned into your mind.
“Y/n, what are you doing here?”
“I-I wanted to see where you go when you’re always ditching me,” you admit, both of you blushing furiously. “Is this what you’ve been doing?”
He bows his head in shame. “You get me so frustrated, y/n. Always touching me and praising me, it’s too much.”
“You’re saying…you’re doing this because of me?”
He can only nod, trying to avoid looking you in the eyes. You’re dumbfounded. This whole time, he was leaving so he could go jerk off?
You don’t think before you’re moving, sitting down on the floor next to him. Hanzo stares at you curiously.
“So, you like being praised then?” You ask.
“What?”
You grab his wrist and move his hand away from his throbbing cock. It’s rock hard and dripping pre cum from the red tip. You replace his hand with one of your own, stroking him gently.
“Will you be good for me if I help you out?”
He bites his lip and nods, throwing his head back in pleasure. You pump his dick in your hand, using the other to cup his cheek and guide his face to yours. He’s soft and tastes like coffee, and he whines into the kiss while you continue to jerk him off.
“You’re being such a nice boy for me, Hanzo,” you mumble.
“Y-y/n.”
You move your lips from his, moving down to his crotch. You slowly lick his tip, hot precum filling your mouth. He tastes sweet, and you want more.
“You taste so good.”
He groans when you wrap your lips around his cock and start bobbing your head. He can’t help but wrap his fingers in your hair and push your head down for more friction.
You pull back, a spit trail connecting your lips to his sensitive shaft. “You’re doing so well.”
“I-I’m close,” he mumbles.
You start to force more of him down your throat, using your hands to stroke what you can’t fit. Hanzo is a moaning, whining mess above you. He’s thrusting into your mouth now, crying your name like a prayer.
“P-please, I’m gonna—“ he thrusts hard into your mouth and grips the back of your head to keep you there.
You can feel his hot cum flood your mouth. It’s leaking down the back of your throat, flooding every inch of space. It’s sweet, just like his cock, and you swallow it all.
“You came so much!” You coo.
Hanzo is red all the way down to his chest, sweat beading his temples. “Thanks for the help, y/n.”
“We’re not done yet, pretty boy,” you straddle his waist. “Think you can do that one more time?“
Hanzo feels lightheaded at your words. You’re going to be the death of him.
How about a very cute and wholesome Hanzo Shimada fic where his crush always gives him compliments, affection and is always praising him for his arrow shots and achievements! Just grabbing his face while praising him, hugging his arm - very cutest innocent stuff, unless... whenever those moments happen Hanzo can't help but excuse himself to deal with a certain problem on his pants. One day maybe his crush catches him and helps him out, while singing him sweet words of praise - very innocent fluffy stuff of course ;)
A Matter Of Praise - Hanzo Shimada
Pairing: Hanzo Shimada x f! reader
Genre: smut/NSFW, a bit of fluff??
Word Count: 1.4k
Summary: hanzo has a habit of ducking out on you whenever you compliment him, and you're determined to find out why
CW: porn with plot, hanzo has a praise kink, reader is v oblivious, cocky! hanzo, hanzo masturbates, oral (m! receiving), handjob, blowjob, cum swallowing, use of good/nice/pretty boy, hints of overstim??
here's hanzo w a praise kink lol. the switch in me really popped off today...anyway might start writing about valorant cause my best friend convinced me to play and now i have cypher brainrot (thanks, @l0serloki) but enjoy <3
18+ MINORS DNI
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“Great shot!”
Hanzo’s cheeks instantly burn red and he tilts his face away from yours. He always got flustered whenever you complimented him, and if you took it a step further and touched him? Hanzo was putty in your hands.
“Thank you,” he mumbles.
You nod, looking at the arrow he’d shot through another in awe. “That was so cool! How did you do that?“
“Just…practice, I guess.”
Hanzo shifts his jeans awkwardly and hopes you don’t notice. He’s embarrassed that it’s this easy for you to get him all hot and bothered, but he can’t help it. Something about how cute you look when you’re praising him just sets him off.
He tries to ignore his problem, and nocks another arrow on the bowstring. He pulls it back and shoots another perfect bullseye.
“Okay, well now you’re just showing off,” you tease.
He sets the bow down. “It’s not showing off just because I’m better than you.”
“Shut up,” you punch him lightly in the arm.
Hanzo shivers at the touch, the tightness in his pants almost impossible for him to ignore. He shrugs your hand off and stammers off an excuse. He practically runs out of the archery range, leaving you staring at him dumbfounded as he does so.
He was always running out on you at the worst times. You would be mid activity and suddenly he would have to go. You had always wondered where he was going, and finally, you decided that next time you’re together, you’d find out.
Little did you know…
Hanzo groans, fisting his cock tighter. All he can think about is your soft lips wrapped around his swollen cock head. He can almost hear your voice while he gets himself off. “You’re doing so well for me, Hanzo.”
He speeds up, beating his dick furiously. He wishes it was your hand on his hard length, your other hand propping yourself up on his thigh. He wishes you were there to tell him how big he is and how you want him inside of you so bad.
Hanzo finishes, and the guilt washes over him immediately. You’re so innocent, so sweet, and here he is, perverting that image of you for his own gains. Worse than that, it’s not the first time he’s done this. And still, somehow, he manages to face you afterwards.
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It’s a week until you see him again. The two of you decided on going out for coffee so that Hanzo could tell you about his latest bout with his former clan.
“So, what happened?” You lean forwards and sip your latte.
There’s a small bandaid on his face but other than that he looks relatively unscathed as he tells you what happened. He’s a great storyteller, believe it or not. He leaves out no details but still manages to captivate you with every word.
“They tried to stab you?” You murmur, reaching out to gently rub your thumb across the bandaid.
The tips of his ears glow red. “They tried. They did not succeed.”
You keep your hand on his cheek, examining the rest of his face. Hanzo is sweating, struggling to breathe under your touch. He squirms but you tighten your grip to keep him still.
When you’re satisfied that there’s no other damage to him, you grin. “I’m glad you’re okay, Hanzo.”
That’s enough to set him off. If his face wasn’t burning before, it was now. You giggle at the blush on his face, thinking he’s simply embarrassed by you babying him.
He’s grateful that you can’t see his lap under the table because if you could, you would see the growing bulge in his track pants.
“Y/n, I-I need to go,” he stammers out.
“But we’ve only been here for like 20 minutes!”
“I’m sorry,” he mutters, and grabs his things. As soon as he’s outside the door of the cafe, you’re collecting your bag and chasing after him.
Today’s the day you’re going to find out where he’s going when he leaves you.
Hanzo gets home and immediately drops his trousers to the floor, not even bothering to take it to the bedroom. He’s far too pent up to take the extra seconds and ensure his privacy.
“Y/n,” he mumbles, releasing his stiff shaft from the confines of his underwear.
You follow him all the way to his home, only getting more suspicious when he bursts through the front door and slams it behind him. This is what he’d rather be doing than hanging out with you?
There’s a bitter anger bubbling inside of you, and without even thinking about it, you throw open the door and follow after him into his living room.
Your jaw drops at the sight. Hanzo is on the middle of the living room floor, his pants and underwear discarded in a pile next to him. His hand is on his hard cock, a squelching noise coming with every thrust.
His eyes shoot wide and he attempts to cover up before you see. Though, it’s much too late for that. The sight of Hanzo jerking himself off on the carpeted floor of his home is burned into your mind.
“Y/n, what are you doing here?”
“I-I wanted to see where you go when you’re always ditching me,” you admit, both of you blushing furiously. “Is this what you’ve been doing?”
He bows his head in shame. “You get me so frustrated, y/n. Always touching me and praising me, it’s too much.”
“You’re saying…you’re doing this because of me?”
He can only nod, trying to avoid looking you in the eyes. You’re dumbfounded. This whole time, he was leaving so he could go jerk off?
You don’t think before you’re moving, sitting down on the floor next to him. Hanzo stares at you curiously.
“So, you like being praised then?” You ask.
“What?”
You grab his wrist and move his hand away from his throbbing cock. It’s rock hard and dripping pre cum from the red tip. You replace his hand with one of your own, stroking him gently.
“Will you be good for me if I help you out?”
He bites his lip and nods, throwing his head back in pleasure. You pump his dick in your hand, using the other to cup his cheek and guide his face to yours. He’s soft and tastes like coffee, and he whines into the kiss while you continue to jerk him off.
“You’re being such a nice boy for me, Hanzo,” you mumble.
“Y-y/n.”
You move your lips from his, moving down to his crotch. You slowly lick his tip, hot precum filling your mouth. He tastes sweet, and you want more.
“You taste so good.”
He groans when you wrap your lips around his cock and start bobbing your head. He can’t help but wrap his fingers in your hair and push your head down for more friction.
You pull back, a spit trail connecting your lips to his sensitive shaft. “You’re doing so well.”
“I-I’m close,” he mumbles.
You start to force more of him down your throat, using your hands to stroke what you can’t fit. Hanzo is a moaning, whining mess above you. He’s thrusting into your mouth now, crying your name like a prayer.
“P-please, I’m gonna—“ he thrusts hard into your mouth and grips the back of your head to keep you there.
You can feel his hot cum flood your mouth. It’s leaking down the back of your throat, flooding every inch of space. It’s sweet, just like his cock, and you swallow it all.
“You came so much!” You coo.
Hanzo is red all the way down to his chest, sweat beading his temples. “Thanks for the help, y/n.”
“We’re not done yet, pretty boy,” you straddle his waist. “Think you can do that one more time?“
Hanzo feels lightheaded at your words. You’re going to be the death of him.
He would be beyond pissed. Another omnic life taken by the hands of humans. He has tried everything within his power to protect you and help you, but it wasn't enough. Ramattra holds you in his strong arms, whispering sweet nothing's to you as death takes ahold of you. He would then proceed to rest his forehead against yours as you slowly shut down. After this, ramattra would try his best to find whomever did this and make them suffer.
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Monk!Ramattra x monk!reader :(I apologize if it's a little cheesy, it's my first time writing a proper story)
The two of you usually spent time listening to mondatta preaching to fellow omnics about how humans and omnics can live in peace and harmony. Ramattra had tried to understand that not all humans were bad, but he couldn't. You noticed ramattras discomfort and rested your small hand against his larger metalic one. Once mondatta had finished, the two of you decided to head to the gardens to meditate. "ramattra, I couldn't help but notice your discomfort with modattas lecture today, are you alright?" You said, walking beside the tall omnic. Ramattra glanced down at you, examining you, "I am fine. However, I do not agree with what modatta said. humans have taken everything from us omnics. "he then paused, thinking. "why do you choose to side with omnics and not your own kind. " he said, confused about why a human would side with his people. You looked at him and gave Him a reassuring smile. "because, I believe omnics are innocent and don't deserve the genocide they're facing. I would do anything to help you. There is no excuse for mankinds genocide. I'm sorry, ramattra. " You said, sadness lingering in your sweet voice. Ramattra remained silent as the two of you finally made your way to the garden.
"and. " You then perked up, "I've known you for a while now, I could never betray my friend, even though we're both different, I still care about you. "You said as the two of you sat down on the grass. Ramattra thought for a moment about what you had said, if he could smile, he would. However, his burning hatred for humans still lingered. "I see. Well, perhaps I... Miscalculated you. I know we've been friends for a while, but that still won't change my stance on humans. " he said. You glanced at him and felt miserable. You thought you had gotten through to the omnic, "but. " ramattra then spoke up, snapping you out of your thoughts. "you're a good human. "he said before taking your hands and holding them as the two of you sat. "I trust you, please dont let me down. Y/n" he said, letting his guard down a little. "I promise you, that won't happen, ramattra. " You said before starting the meditation. Ramattra nodded and watched You meditate for a while before finally joining you.
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Note: I'll probably make more of these if y'all like them, this big baby deserves the recognition
summary: well, things change when you’re on the break of an orgasm. secrets don’t mean so much anymore.
WARNINGS: smut (18+), dirty talk, swearing, everything’s a competition ig LMAOO
pairing: gabriel reyes x fem!reader
word count: 742 AIGHT anyway alksndlkansd
a/n: girl idk hehe 🙈🙈 enjoy them being horny agents bc i love them ❤️
part of the black and blue universe
“Don’t be so rough. There can’t be any marks.”
“Fuck, what?” The complaint leaves your mouth so easily as Reyes groans into your ear. Your hands on his neck, your lips hovering by the cord of his neck and your hips grinding against his, you can’t help the flicker of irritation. “I haven’t seen you in three fucking weeks and I—fuck, Reyes—can’t leave marks?”
