22 | genderfluid | genji shimada brainrot | sleep deprived med student | i write and nerd out, extremely inconsistent though, hence the username | minors do NOT interact, follow, like, or comment. | reqs open :)
First of all, sorry for being dead. Just so you know, I didn’t decide stop writing or anything like that, lately my motivation was shit even tho I had some idea what I should write about. And last two week been pretty stressful for me. Changing the subject, I’m adding Overwatch to my masterlist. Don’t be surprised if now it’s gonna be more ow than marvel, cuz I’m playing this game a lot and I’ obsessed with Genji and I main him even tho I’m still learning how to play him. (Just like Brigitte says “Practice makes perfect”) I hope you’re going to enjoy after not getting anything from me! ^^’ 💖💖💖
✧ Genji is a romantic guy, you should definitely expect him to give you gifts for no occasion or taking you out for dates
✧ He’s very cuddly, so on day when both you don’t have to go to work, he won’t let you leave bed too early
✧ Kitchen is his place, he loves to cook and he’s absolute master at it! Got any requests? Just get him the ingredients he needs and he’ll make you your favorite dish!
✧ Of course Genji enjoys cooking with you, byt he still prefers do it on his own
✧ And after preparing a meal, romantic dinner is a must! Especially when you’re coming back from work and tired, dinner made by boyfriend is the thing you need
✧ Very important thing - Genji will not let you touch his weapons. Not because he doesn’t like them being touched, (of course he hates when strangers try to touch them) but he’s just afraid you would hurt yourself, na matter if you know how to use weapons or not
✧ Get ready for listening for a lot stories. About his youth, Overwatch, Blackwatch, travels and everything before he met you. He just really wants you to know him fully, because he doesn’t want to hide who he was then and who he is now
✧ He won’t admit it, but he absolutely loves when you kiss his visor. You’ll always get a giggle from him for doing so
✧ Sometimes he has bad days, because of everything that happened to him and all he needs is you, so hug him, tell him you love him and be with him when he needs you to
✧ Of course, he will be with you whenever need him. He’s also willing to leave alone if you tell him to, Genji won’t pressure anything. He knows that if want to talk about something, you’ll come to him
✧ After spending a lot of time with his master, Zenyatta, Genji learned how important is communication. He does his best to show you how necessary it is to talk. Trust me, talking with him about your relationship or just in general will make your relationship great
✧ If you ever wanted to have some late night conversations, Genji’s perfect for it. He’s not getting tired easily, because he’s cyborg and he just absolutely spending night like this
✧ Does Genji ever get jealous? Of course. He’s completely aware that you won’t cheat on him, but the way some people look at you or flirt with you, just make him wanna send them a death glare and take you away from them
✧ He’s an amazing kisser! Genji has a lot of experience when it comes to kissing, so you won’t be disappointed. If you never kissed anyone before, he has no problem with teaching you how to do it
✧ Even though Genji is very good at kissing, his kisses can feel a little rough, because has a few scars across his lips
✧ He has some scars across his face and his body and he just loves when kiss them, because it really makes him feel loved, accepted and safe, especially after everything that happened to him
✧ You’re one of not many people who are allowed to see him without his visor, because he feels safe enough to show his face to you
✧ Sometimes when Genji wants to intimate with you (not just sex) he would take off some of his armor so you can touch his skin. It’s great for cuddles! But don’t tell anyone, it’s a secret
✧ Going shopping with him is kinda fun, kinda not. He sometimes acts like a parent. Example - “We don’t need more sweets, koibito. We got them at home."
✧ Breakfast in bed? Oh absolutely!
✧ Of course with Genji coming to your live, his dragon Soba comes with him. She’s just as cute as her owner, but she really like to cause trouble and destroy cups, so keep them away from her
✧ Genji is a very supportive lover! He’ll support no matter what, unless your decision are harmful or illegal
✧ If you have any problems with anxiety, depression and stuff like that, he will go to therapist with you. (unless you don’t want him to, he’ll respect your decision) He’ll also try to help the way Zenyatta helped him, so for example he’ll ask you to meditate with him
✧ Talking about meditation - Genji meditates at least once a day. He doesn’t mind you joining, but he preferres when it’s quiet when his meditating
✧ Did I mention that Genji is a gentleman? No matter what gender you are, he’ll be a total gentleman
✧ He’s very gentle with you. Genji is sometimes afraid that he might hurt you, because he’s a cyborg. It never happened, but he’s still afraid
✧ If you ever want to dye your hair, Genji is ready to help with it! When he was younger, he dyed his hair a lot and it was mostly bright colors, so you can say he’s an expert. Just make sure to secure most of his armor, cuz dye is not going to leave quickly
♡ stress relief - blackwatch!genji x blackwatch!fem!reader
nsfw oneshot
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synopsis: being a blackwatch agent, you just needed to relieve some stress. genji is more than happy to comply.
warning: smut, this is just smut, pwp, im really rusty w writing smut still, not proofread, enemies to lovers if u squint idk, they have fwb type relationship or smthn, ends with fluff and cuteness yay
a/n: insomnia is kicking my ass and i cant sleep so here’s some smut. not proofread and also there’s gonna be typos bcs of my lack of sleep ive been struggling with writing a lot. trying to exercise it when i can to help but, agh. i hope you enjoy nonetheless
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🚫 MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 🚫
“God, I hate you.”
Blackwatch was rough on its dispatched members. It was never an easy feat to stay sane while carrying out Overwatch’s most grueling tasks. Especially with the compliance of secrecy and under the table morally questionable business. In turn, this causes stress and pent-up anger to build up. Particularly between two poor bastards who just don’t know how to keep it in their pants for each other.
Genji laughs as he pulls himself off of (Y/n)’s neck, hickeys already blooming on her skin. “Oh, I’m sure you do,”
Biting back her voice from escaping her puffy lips (which her formerly abused by Genji’s own just moments before), she threw her head back as the man before her rubbed agonizing circles onto her clit. It was obscene, filthy, and risky. Though it was late at night, anyone could have walked into the training room to bare witness to such intimate yet heated acts of desire. (Y/n) couldn’t tell if the thought of that alone made her skin burn; or if it was the fact that her chest was currently being nursed by her annoyingly hot coworker. Either way, she arched her body from the wall into his, grinding down into his hand in an attempt to receive more friction onto where she needed most.
Genji’s red eyes looked up at her from where he sucked, biting lightly on her sensitive bud before switching to the other. He couldn’t get enough of the pathetic look on her face. The very face that was usually so stone cold and glaring at him, right here, mewling and flushed— professionalism out the window. Her (e/c) eyes glossy and lips red from how much she bit down on them.
“Genji,” She moans softly, hands flat against the wall trying to steady herself. “Please— I don’t want to ge— ahh—! Don’t want us t— to get caught— haah—!” A hand flew to grip his shoulder, her body trembling.
She was close, so close to release, so close to feeling so much more relaxed—
Genji pulled his hands from her pants abruptly, and stood tall over (Y/n).
Letting out a whine of frustration, (Y/n)’s face forms into a desperate pout. “Please, please, Genji,”
“Yeah?” Genji cocks his head to the side, a bemused smirk gracing his face from under his visor. “You want to finish that bad?”
Nodding slowly in a haze, (Y/n) starts to grind herself down on his thigh that rested between her legs. The ninja chuckles, petting her head softly.
“Do you trust me?” He asks.
“Yes,” She breathes, mind mush from how on fire her body felt.
Genji undoes her pants and gets down on his knees, guiding a leg over his shoulder. (Y/n)’s heart is heard within her ears as she starts to realize what he’s doing. Her core already dripping with anticipation and need more than it already was.
He frees his face of his visor, discarding it somewhere nearby with her bra and top. Looking up at her, he felt his own need twitch within him. “Do you still trust me?”
Wordlessly, she nods, delicately entangling a hand into his black hair. Genji takes this as a sign and immediately attaches his scarred lips to her core.
A melodic moan slipped through (Y/n)’s lips as Genji’s own graced her wet cunt. His tongue lapped at her clit vigorously; laying it flat and executing precise circles with the warm, wet muscle. He treated her like his last delicacy, and god, did he love how sweet and tangy she tasted. Genji takes his free hand not upholding her leg, and dips two fingers into her weeping pussy, showing no mercy in his thrusts.
(Y/n) Threw her head back against the wall, hand fiercely gripping a handful of Genji’s locks, somehow an attempt to pull him closer to her pleasure than he already was. He hummed and moans against her clit, sending vibrations throughout her sensitive body. God, it was all too much for her. His tongue, his fingers, his death grip on the plush of her thigh— it was all too much.
Chanting his name like a prayer, (Y/n) was lost in the sinful pleasure his mouth bestowed upon her. Genji was hungry, and she was the perfect meal for him.
He slipped in a third finger, pumping and curling them harder with each thrust. The woman’s moans were such a blessing of a melody, and to think he’s the only one who can see her like this— the only man to make her come undone. It was bliss, hearing the wet sound his fingers made as they pumped with vigor from her aching cunt.
Genji pulled his mouth away from her weeping pussy, a string of saliva connecting the two. “Feel like you’re gonna pee?” He asks, a devilish smirk gracing his features.
(Y/n)’s face burns in embarrassment as she nods frantically, the hand that wasn’t in Genji’s hair covering her face. Genji can’t help but laugh a bit. God, she’s so cute.
“My dove,” He purrs, showing no sign in slowing down his fingers pace. “Let yourself go, can you do that for me?”
A confused look flashes across her eyes, but nonetheless (Y/n) nods.
“Good girl,” Before burying himself back into her heat, he looks up again. “Don’t cover your face for me, yeah?”
She does as he says, opting to squeeze and pull on her breast instead. Her body starts to tremble again, her moans blessing Genji’s ears.
Fuck, she’s gorgeous when she’s desperate.
He increased the pace of his fingers and tongue; his digits plunging deep inside of her, curling at just the right spot where she needed him to. His tongue abusing the sensitive bud violently; sucking and licking, desperate to burn her taste into his memory.
With one more curl of his fingers, (Y/n)’s orgasm ripped through her body like lighting. The knot within her finally coming undone and releasing the tension that Genji had agonized her with. Diligently, he fucked his fingers into her as she rode her high, wanting to relish in his own personal victory. Her fluids gushed out of her, coating Genji’s lower half of his face, fingers, and some of his arm with her slick.
“Gorgeous,” He muttered to himself. Though, it was loud enough to fall on (Y/n)’s burning ears.
Releasing his lips and fingers from her, Genji stood up and guided her to sit down. (Y/n) was very clearly worn out from such an intense high, catching her breath as she sat on the floor.
“Did so good, such a good job for me,” Genji praised softly. She hummed in response, her mind fuzzy from the euphoria.
Petting her head once again, he grabbed his nearby used towel and cleaned up the scene. He gently dabbed (Y/n)’s lower half with care before moving onto cleaning himself up (much to his dismay).
Genji helped (Y/n)’s underwear and pants back on properly, and handed her his gray windbreaker jacket since… well… her shirt was ripped in two nearby.
After helping her get decent, Genji pressed a soft kiss on her forehead, her cheek, and finally her lips. She returned the last passionate kiss, his hand cupping her face as it lasted. When they pulled away, he took the time to admire her (e/c) eyes.
“I hate you,” (Y/n) said softly, endearment dripping off of her tired words.
Genji pecked her lips again. “I’m sure you do,”
She giggled, a small smile appearing on her flushed face. “Back to your room for round two?”
Genji slipped his visor back onto his face. “Yes, but I can wait until tomorrow,” He threw the towel over his shoulder and handed (Y/n) her poor ripped shirt. “I want you to rest when we get to bed,”
He swiftly picks her up bridal style, earning a little surprised yelp. “O- Okay,” She complied. “Thank you,”
Genji shook his head, nuzzling her own slightly as they walked out of the training room. “No need to thank me. It’s time to rest.”
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a/n: jm exhausted and i love genji shimada ok bai goodnihjt i hope i can sleep tonight wish me luck
summary: on a snowy, sleepless night, Genji tries to comfort you
cw: pre-fall Overwatch, takes place in Zurich HQ, reader is an overwatch agent, insomnia, nightmares, casual intimacy, wrote most of this at 4am
froggi yaps -> i know its been a long time (too long) since i wrote for overwatch, but tbh it has taken me a long time to gain my love for the game back. i didn't even realize the love i held it for it again until it was 4 in the morning & all i could think about was genji <3 ow fandom pls forgive me for neglecting you
It’s late, and you should be sleeping. You should be cuddled up under your comforter, blissfully at rest.
Instead, you’re here, perched out on the roof. Your head aches, dizzy and congested from lack of sleep. The world around you is filled with a fatigued haze and still, you can’t bring yourself to sleep.
Fluffy snowflakes fall from the sky, coating the ground around the Zurich base in a glistening layer of snow. You sit and watch them fall, let them soak into the fabric of your tshirt, let them coat your arms.
It’s peaceful out here and the cold, though biting, feels nice.
“You know, you’ll get sick if you stay out here any longer.”
Genji’s footsteps are so quiet that you don’t notice he’s there until he speaks. You don’t bother turning around, waiting for him to come and settle next to you. The side of his thigh brushes yours as he sits next to you, feet dangling off the roof next to yours.
It’s rare to see him out of his armour these days, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t savour the sight.
“How long have you been watching me?” Your voice is quiet and raspy with exhaustion.
“Too long.”
You look at him, letting him catch a glimpse of the exhaustion plaguing your features. He frowns, his eyes suddenly stormy.
“I’m okay,” you say. “Really.”
Genji doesn’t believe you for a second. He takes you in, examining every piece of you like it’s the most intricate puzzle.
“You haven’t been sleeping,” he says finally. “I wouldn’t say you’re okay.”
You hate that he’s right. You hate that he watches you so closely, cares for you so much. And yet, you could never hate Genji Shimada.
“Why haven’t you been sleeping?”
“I don’t know,” you shrug, and despite the lameness of the response, it’s the truth.
The two of you fall into a steady silence after that, the falling snow quieting the world around you. It’s still.
And then Genji is tugging his sweater over his head and passing the warm ball of fabric to you. “Here.” He levels you with a serious look when you hesitate to take it, “please. You’ll freeze out here.”
You nod and tug the fabric over your head. It smells like him, and it’s warm and it soothes the cold skin of your arms.
Genji’s left in a plain baggy t-shirt, the metallic portions of his body glistening in the moonlight. He looks beautiful like this, ethereal.
“I think—“ Your voice cracks, “I’ve been having bad dreams. Since that last mission we were on.”
He follows along with your words, his gaze on you so intense it forces you to look away. You fix your eye-line on the horizon instead, on the acres of nothingness around you.
“Some nights it’s just easier if I don’t sleep. If I’m tired enough, I won’t dream at all and it’s better that way.”
He rests a hand—his flesh hand—over your knee. “What do you dream about?”
“Dying, mostly,” you find yourself leaning closer to him. “Dying horribly, dying alone, yo—the people I care about dying in front of me while I can’t do a damned thing.”
You know he clocks the slip in your speech by the way the tips of his ears redden. He doesn’t point it out, though. Doesn’t tease you about it the way he and Cass usually would.
Instead, he draws his hand away from your knee and wraps his arm around your shoulder. His touch beckons you closer, prompting you to rest your head on the warmth of his shoulder.
He rubs gentle circles on the surface of your—his—sweater. “I have bad dreams some nights too.”
You let yourself settle further into his body, leaning your weight into him.
“I dream of my life before, of my past.” He tenses, “of my brother.”
“What helps you? With the dreams, I mean.”
“This.”
You’re stunned by his answer. You look up at him through your lashes, your eyelids getting suspiciously heavy.
“You make me feel more human,” he says softly.
The sleepiness hits you now, the exhaustion you’ve forced yourself to suffer through weighing heavily on your shoulders. You slip further into it, slip further into him.
“Are you falling asleep?”
“Kinda.”
“Do you want to go back inside?”
“Not yet,” your voice is quiet, each word bleeding into the next.
You lay like that for a minute longer until your eyes are so heavy they won’t open. The static that’s filled your mind starts to dissipate, the sweet relief of sleep hanging over you.
“You won’t die horribly, or alone, or at all,” he murmurs, trying not to wake you. “I will always protect you.”
Even after you’ve fallen asleep, even after the cold starts to seep into his body and make his joints ache, Genji doesn’t move. He stays by your side and lets you sleep off the worst of your exhaustion.
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synopsis: before his death, you fell pregnant with genji’s child. a year later, you get an unexpected visitor.
warnings: angst, pregnancy mention, reader and genji have a baby together, heavily canon divergent but thats ok bcs ow doesn’t follow their own lore lowkey, not really proofread, angst with a happy ending, angst with comfort
a/n: i just wanted to write something angsty i have no excuse… also i was/am sleep deprived writing this so if there’s typos im sorryy </3 i’d make this a series but idk! so far i have as much for 2 parts planned. blackwatch!dad!genji concept ily… anyway i hope u enjoy :)
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“Why?!”
Hanzo winced at your pained cry.
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?!”
Your bleary eyes were brimming with tears, burning into the man in front of you. A man whom, before this very moment, you thought to be just like kin. A brother; supposed to be in law soon. Your voice had wavered through overpowering emotions that shook your frame. Grief, sorrow, anger, resentment— guilt.
“It was an order to not inform anyone,” The older man, your— someone who used to be— your best friend voiced coldly. Though you can see through his bullshit, his eyes always betrayed him. Hanzo Shimada was never good at hiding himself from you or his brother.
Tears cascaded down your face, hand cupping your mouth as you dropped onto the floor beneath you. You tried to muffle your sobs, you really did. Nothing was able to process within your shattered mind at this moment. How long you were crying on your bedroom floor in front of him, you don’t know. Your hands shook as you tried to self-soothe, hugging yourself and heaving.
Hanzo knew your reaction would be worse than he could ever imagine. Your shaking form shattering his own heart. He saw you as a little sister, for fuck’s sake. Your sobs were almost as gutural as screams; your agony and pain too much to contain in your body. He knew how much this would rattle you; and if he were to face karma from anyone— it had to be you.
He so desperately needed it to be you, if not him.
If not Genji, he needed you to take the initiative and bestow any sick form of karma unto him. Hanzo needed to hollow out the immeasurable guilt he felt. The guilt he’d been clinging on for weeks. Selfishly, he needed you to dish it out.
“That’s why—“ You gasped desperately for air between sobs. “That’s why he nev— never wrote me ba— back?”
Hanzo knelt down in front of you. He didn’t want to meet your gaze, but he needed to. Your eyes were swollen red, flooded with pure despair. Your face puffy and wet just the same.
“Yes,” He confirmed, his voice betraying him.
You pause, your face in such a broken expression at the confession. Putting your hands over your stomach, you start to shake more and curl into yourself. Your head hung low as your sobs were more silent this time, but still loud enough for the traitor in front of you to hear.
“He’ll never know…” Your voice trails, getting lost somewhere in your throat.
Hanzo knits his brows together, noticing you basically clutching your stomach. His eyes widen upon realization— and his soul sinks to the depths of his stomach. Anxiety and guilt eat away at him; skin prickling from the nape of his neck all the way throughout his body. His blood ran cold.
“(Y/n)…” He whispered, almost inaudibly. He didn’t want you to confirm his suspicions. Not now, please, not now.
Without looking up at Hanzo, you nod weakly. Your body felt as though every bone was replaced with lead.
“I’m pregnant,” You confess, an emotionless chuckle escaping your strained throat. “Genji’s the father.”
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You haven’t spoken to Hanzo for about a year.
Your baby girl had arrived safely, and by the grace of the universe, you survived too. The pregnancy was something you did not wish to look back upon. Carrying such deep grief of your fiancé’s death as well as the very creation of the love you held for one another was painful. You can’t imagine how many sleepless nights you lost crying out in agony. Your personal maid calling in your midwife constantly to have you checked on.
It was your lowest.
You try not to think about it, despite your therapist’s best efforts to help you process.
Holding your baby girl in your arms, you rock back and forth within the rocking chair on the patio. It’s just outside your room. You forget how many times you and Genji would escape here when your family would host their infamous parties. His presence in your life was like glitter; everywhere you looked. Even here, in your arms.
Her name was Sakura. A simple, popular name, but it was one you two had talked about in love-drunk hypotheticals. When the thought of starting a family together was so foreign and far away. The conversation sparked long ago, when you two were so much younger.
“…and for a girl?” You asked Genji, drawing circles on his clothed chest. The two of you cuddled up together in bed within his room. The moonlight pouring throughout the room framed his face perfectly.
“Hmm,” He thinks, tilting his head with an adorable slight pout. “I think Sakura would be cute. She’d be powerful with such a name.” He smiles, looking down at you with hearts in his eyes.
You mirrored the look, raising an eyebrow. “Why Sakura?” A bubbly giggle following the question.
Without missing a beat, Genji’s smile grows brighter. He chuckled as he started to play with your hair. “Our first kiss was under a sakura tree, remember?”
Your heart suffocates at the distant memory.
You hold your little one slightly tighter. It was bittersweet for you, holding someone who used to be just a passing thought. It hurts equally now that Genji would never actually get to see her, his little Sakura.
It’s time for bed, you decide.
Getting up from your seat, you sluggishly walk over to Sakura’s crib and gently place her tiny sleeping body down. Your family’s mansion is more than capable to house Sakura her own room, but you decided against it. It was easier to have her here, with you, safe. If she were in another room, she’d be out of your reach, heaven forbid anything happens. You had more than enough security yourself. The thought of also not raising Sakura or not seeing her little milestones made you uneasy. You didn’t want a random nanny raising her for you.
Besides, at first, your parents were deeply upset at Sakura’s existence. It’s not like they hated her, or you, you know that. It’s just the fact that a Shimada heir was living under their roof unbeknownst to the aforementioned clan. With your family having ties to them… it makes things real messy. Especially since Genji’s death.
It would have been so much easier if you two just eloped sooner.
Regardless, Sakura has her father’s last name and blood. Currently, she and your pregnancy had stayed a secret to everyone who wasn’t within (L/n) walls. It had to be that way, for her protection and yours. Other than that, your parents did absolutely adore Sakura. No one can stay truly angry at an infant for too long, especially not disgustingly wealthy newfound grandparents. Sakura’s safety was everyone’s priority first and foremost, no matter what.
You bend down and gently place a kiss on her cheek, as light as a feather to not wake her. It was late, around 3:30 AM. You and her couldn’t sleep, both for different reasons. You’re just grateful Sakura is finally getting her shut-eye.
You lean back, hands on the railing of the crib. Studying her, your lips bloom into such a melancholic smile.
She looks so much like her father.
You turn to walk back to close your patio’s door, until—
“(Y/n),”
You nearly trip and fall upon seeing a robotic… human? Silhouette standing tall on your patio. Your body freezes, until you glance at your sleeping baby’s form in her crib. Immediately, you hear your heart within your ears.
Putting your shaky hands up, you try to calm yourself down from hyperventilating. “Who are you?” You ask, trying to steady tour tone and not show panic as much as possible. “How did you get past security?”
A chuckle sounded from the figure in front of you. It sounded metallic… but oddly familiar.
“I know this place very well,” They said, their hand reaching up to their visor. Your gut twists in anticipation— inching closer to your baby’s crib in case this motherfucker tried to—
With a hiss, the visor popped off from the stranger’s face. Slowly, they take it off, their face looking down as the shadows of the night shrouded their features. They gently set it down on a nearby table by the patio entrance.
When he looked up, your whole world came to a freeze.
Frozen in time, you nearly stop breathing taking in the features of the man…robot…person before you. Your arms drop to your sides for a moment, then immediately covering your mouth— terrified.
“You’re dead,” You whisper just loud enough for him to hear. Whether if it was reassurance for your sanity, or a question for him, neither of you will know. “H— Hanzo told me… he told me you…”
The man takes a slow stride towards you, drinking your presence in. You let him; insanity may has well already taken over you. If you were hallucinating a cyborg version of your dead fiancé, maybe it was time to strengthen your medication. But this felt real. The piercingly passionate gaze his eyes held in them as he looked down at you. The way he gently took his hands (one human, one cybernetic) and let them hold yours away from your face. The way his own fingers intertwined with yours.
It felt terrifyingly real.
“I’m here, my dove,” Genji halts your tsunami of thoughts with just his words. “I was…miraculously saved by good people.”
You didn’t know what to think. How could he be alive? How was he saved? So many questions, so many emotions overpowering your ability to even speak. Tears already pouring down your shellshocked face.
Freeing your hands from his own, you tackle him down into an embrace. Hitting the floor unceremoniously with a grunt, he very quickly returns it as his arms securely wrap around your form. Genji nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply, a shaky sigh leaving him. Hearing your quiet sobs broke his heart— he can’t imagine how you sounded when you found out he had “died.” He didn’t want to even think about it right now. Right now, he was just as desperate to feel you as you were with him. To hold you once more.
“Yo— You died,” You sobbed. “You died. You were dead— your clan confirmed to our family you were dead.” Breaking away, you looked up at Genji, confusion all over your face. You desperately looked into his eyes for answers; eyes you noticed were not his usual color. As opposed to a rich dark brown, a deep red looked back at you. “What happened to your body— your eyes, my love, what happened to you?”
Your hands travelled from tracing the scars on his face and his human arm, to raking his black hair, to roaming around on his cyborg chest and hand. Your hands took his large cyborg one, tracing your fingers on its palm. You wonder if he can feel sensations on it.
Looking back up at him, you see a very… complex expression on his face. Genji’s eye contact was avoidant, pain and anger seeping through his emotions. Noticing this, you take your hands and gently cup his scarred face to face yours.
“My love,” You dote, almost in a begging tone. “Please, tell me everything. I— I feel like I’m hallucinating.”
Genji’s expression softens. He had to remind himself you were just confused, scared, and lost. He can imagine seeing your dead lover after a year was… definitely not the most easiest thing to digest. Especially in the form her took now; so familiar yet vastly different. His human hand takes one of yours and presses it against his face, kissing it softly.
“I am real,” Genji nods, eyes meeting yours once more. “My body was rebuilt by skilled doctors— an organization called Overwatch had taken me in.”
“Overwatch?” You parrot, blinking in confusion. You’ve heard the name on the news before— they were so-called selfless heroes of the people.
Genji shakes his head. “I will explain further another time,” Standing up, he guides you up on your feet with him. You follow, not wanting to let go of his hands. In the back of your head, you felt that if you were to let go, he’d disappear from your life once more.
He looks over at Sakura’s crib, her little form still soundly asleep. He let go of your hands and made his way over to her. As he walked over, you noted that he… had no footsteps, somehow. Trotting quietly after him, you hug yourself to soothe the anxiety bubbling within. You can’t take your eyes off of her, somewhat scared to face him, for some reason.
Genji doesn’t say a word for a while. The two of you stand there, side by side, for what felt like forever. In reality, it was probably ten or fifteen minutes. You glanced up at him, his gaze misty. His eyes were glossy; confused.
Looking back down at your daughter, you feel your worries ease as she turns and tosses slightly. You smile a bit to yourself. She was your pride and joy, how much she was a representation of the love you and Genji had was astounding. She had your complexion and hair texture— everything else? Sakura was the spitting image of Genji in every other department. Even the color of his hair.
Genji tears his gaze away from Sakura, the two of you meeting eyes. It was charged tension. A melancholic charge.
“Who…is the father?” He asked, swallowing a lump in his throat nervously.
A quiet, dry laugh leaves your throat. Looking away from Genji, you wipe the tears that pool in your eyes again.
“She’s a Shimada,” You confess, voice wavering as you turn to face Genji again. “She’s your daughter, Genji.”
His red eyes widen in disbelief. It almost looked as though he was relieved. “You mean— that trip we took to Hanaoka—“
You nod.
Upon your confirmation, Genji embraces you again. His face is in your neck once more, and you feel a wetness on your nape. He’s crying. You wrap your arms around him, rubbing soothing circles on the flesh side of his back.
“I’m so sorry, my (Y/n),” Genji sobs quietly, holding you closer as if you’d slip through his protective grasp. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t there for you,” He frees his face from your nape, hands cupping your own tear-stained face. “Can…can I kiss you?”
You giggle and nod wordlessly, and immediately, his lips clash into yours desperately. They were soft, and taste vaguely of almond of all things. You return his kiss; hunger and sorrow evident within it. You missed how his lips felt; and he, yours.
He breaks away, his forehead resting upon yours. His hands never leaving your face, your own hanging off his wrists.
“I’m so proud of you, my (Y/n),” Genji sighs, catching his breath. “Please, show me any memories you’ve captured. Tell me everything about your pregnancy.”
A huge part of Genji was upset at his past for missing the opportunity to see his fiancé’s pregnancy glow. He’ll just have to add that to the list of things he needed to come to terms with.
You giggle, full smile glowing onto your face. “I’ll tell and show you everything another time,”
Genji laughs softly at his own words being used against him. Departing his touch from you, his human hand still holding one of yours, he looks over at the baby— his baby’s— unconscious form.
“What is her name?” He asked, eyes never leaving his daughter.
You intertwine your fingers into his shyly, looking down at them. “Sakura,” You say. “Sakura Shimada,”
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a/n: oouugh the thought of genji learning to love himself and accept himself while navigating fatherhood… my angsty soul yearns for more of this content but i must write it myself 💔💔 if any of u find a fic w a fimilar concept PLLEAAAASEEEE tell me bcs i havent found any 🥹
but here’s to my blackwatch genji likers!!!!! also i’m like 100% sure this is not canon aligned but idgaf i just love this concept so im running with it LOL fuck it we ball!!!! anyway goodnight its 1 am
also i hope i was good at making reader’s race not… apparent? like, up for your interpretation, as well as the baby’s. ofc if reader is gonna have a baby its gonna take on specific characteristics of her, so i tried to incorporate that here! :)
synopsis: vincent realizes he may have some more competition than he hoped for. you realize you bite off more than you can chew with your new prize for your top donator.
warnings: chamber (vincent fabron) x fem!reader, set in present-day regular au (so no powers etc), i use the real names of the agents instead of their callsigns, vincent is your boss, office au, office romance (kinda?), very explicit themes (reader is a camgirl lol), everyone is a little ooc, smut, 18+ content & themes, chamber is absolutely down bad for his showgirl, somewhat of a slowburn, power dynamics, not always proofread, more tags to be added
a/n: guys i dont know french so if ur french and cringe at the very obvious google translated lines for chamber… im sry ☹️ anyway this is a long chapter i think, i hope u enjoy!!!
🚫 MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 🚫
## fic below the cut! ##
Vincent was exhausted.
Well, 'exhausted' was quite an understatement. His body was strung up from not properly resting the night before, and his eyes stung of acute insomnia. Imperfection was something he strived to be foreign to; so his appearance was not as messy as his mental. Picturesque, just as he liked it. Not a wrinkle or hair out of place.
Last night was a financial battle. He hated bidding, but to secure his spot as (Y/n)’s— Bunnie’s top donator, he had to make sure his place wasn’t taken. Someone by the username ‘1azure_oni5’ kept conquering that damn spot. Thankfully, by the time Vincent woke up this morning, it seems this ‘oni’ person had given up with trying to dump more money than he. A small successful victory. For now, since it’s only the second day of the week.
Adjusting his shoulder bag, he walks out of the office elevator and onto the floor his office is located in. The modern interior and art of the place always made him internally grimace. Whoever was in charge of interior decorating had no taste.
As Vincent closes in on his office door, he sees (Y/n) in the corner of the hallway at her desk, typing away. She must have not noticed him until he started unlocking his door, because he then heard a little yelp from her. He didn't intend to startle her, but the sound she made was so... cute.
"Good morning, Mr. Fabron!" (Y/n) greeted cheerfully. The (h/c) haired woman got up quickly and held out a brown paper bag and a lidded drink to him. "I got you some fresh pastries at the office's cafeteria as well as your coffee, just how you had it yesterday."
Upon hearing her voice, the man stills for just a moment before turning halfway to face her. Vivid images of last night’s stream flashed within his memory, his lower region feeling a familiar feeling ever so slightly. The mere thought that she so diligently fucked herself for an audience of hundreds on livestream- but carried herself with such poise now. No sultry gazes, no flirty remarks or once-overs. How she does it, he has no idea. He sure as hell could use some help with the devising aspect of it all.
Her boss knows the sculpt of her curves underneath her professional attire. He knows the sounds she makes while she’s desperate for release. The vision of her pretty lips red and puffy from biting down or sucking delicately on her fingers. The same fingers she’d use to pleasure herself; the shaking that pulses through her body when she orgasms. Fucks sake, he knows what her most private areas look like filled.
But that was Bunnie. Not (Y/n), his assistant who’s been doing an outstanding job her first week. (Y/n), the woman who carries herself with grace. An obedient assistant whose work ethic has been amazing thus far. That is who was standing before Vincent now, with a polite smile on her face. (Y/n).
Vincent had to divide the line between 'Bunnie' and '(Y/n)'— they were two different people, and he had to treat it as such. To keep the professionalism up as much as he can. If she were to find out he of all people was her top donor, who knows how that would transpire. Hell, worst case scenario, they both could get fired.
He'd rather not deal with such an HR nightmare.
Vincent also didn't want to inconvenience her. He had to keep it close to his chest, locked away in a place only he has the key for. (Y/n) was a person, and she had her goals to start her job here just as he did. To take that away from her is selfish, and who is he if not a human with basic empathy first?
Not now, he thinks to himself. Compose yourself and be a gentleman. Get your mind out of the gutter.
As his mind cleared, Vincent’s heart squeezed within his chest, beaming brightly at the kind offering. (Y/n) looked at him with such respect; (e/c) eyes sparkling with hope that hasn't been tainted by the corporate world yet. Her smile was elevated by the glossy color of her lipstick, her makeup emphasizing her natural beauty. Today, she wore a subtle red lip that complimented her complexion perfectly.
There wasn't any denying that she was beautiful. Though, he wasn't going to show or acknowledge it. He knew at least some sort of his attraction to her was because of his deluded, lustful fantasies.
Besides, it’s not like she’s showing any obvious interest either. It seems she’s trying to make up for yesterday (he can’t help but mentally shame himself for making her feel that she did anything wrong). (Y/n) comes across as one of those types with bubbly basic human kindness & decency. Maybe she could be a bit too friendly for the workplace, but he’ll advise her tone it down if he notices anyone taking advantage of it.
"Bonjour, (Y/n)," He greeted much more warmly than yesterday, returning her gleeful expression with his signature smile. "That is very kind of you, merci.” Swiftly opening the door, Vincent enters his office as his assistant distantly follows. “You can place it on my desk as I settle in. Do you have any updates for me this morning?"
As he hung up his coat and bag on the coat rack that stood a bit behind his desk, (Y/n) obliged and gently placed his breakfast on it. Turning to rest in his chair, he sits with a gentle exhale, mentally preparing himself. She fidgeted with the cuffs of her dress shirt in front of him as she spoke.
“Mr. Byrne had reached out to me regarding your availability this week,” She started, and Vincent can already feel the headache that’s about to form. “So, I’ve inserted him at one-thirty this afternoon with you in the conference room down the hall. He requested that you provide this month’s progression statistics reports with you, as Ms. Mondragón will be attending as well.”
Wonderful way to start out his already pretty shitty Tuesday. Liam and Zyanya in a meeting? He’s thankful he stayed overtime and crunched the numbers for the month on Friday. He runs a hand through his hair and sighs, straightening his posture as he nods. “Thank you, (Y/n). Is there anything more for today?”
“Well,” She pauses to think for a moment. “Mr. Kiritani also wished to schedule a meeting with you, but he requested that he speak with you personally about it.”
Oh, for fuck’s sake. “Personally?” Vincent raises an eyebrow and tilts his head to the side slightly. “Did he just not want to schedule through you?”
She shook her head. “No, he prefaced that it wasn’t to be treated as a formal meeting. He stated he just wants to have a chat…?” Even she sounded unsure about that.
“Mon dieu,” Vincent sighs. “I’ll email him, then. I’ll call you if I need anything, thank you (Y/n).”
His assistant bows slightly with a smile. “Of course, let me know if there’s anything more to assist with.” With a twirl on her heel, skirt flowing with her, she waltzes out of Vincent’s office, softly closing the door behind her. He appreciates the sentiment, as he hates when people slam the doors closed.
He takes out his phone and begins texting his great friend, Ryo Kiritani.
‘What is it that you want, Ryo?’
‘just to talk, lol. when are you free?’
Vincent rolls his eyes. He’s known Ryo long enough to know it’s never “just to talk.”
‘I’m free for lunch at 12, then I have a meeting with Liam and Zyanya @ 130’
‘i’ll treat you to some empanadas from the cafeteria, then’
‘Ok. See you then.’
The morning went as fast as it came. Vincent checking for any notifications on his phone periodically throughout the day to make sure his top spot wasn’t taken. Slipping it back into his vest pocket, he then takes his glasses off and massages the bridge of his nose. The day was boring, which is good, but also so tiring. Same documents to review, emails to reply to from his team, and making some tweaks to excel reports. He had to absolutely make sure Liam and Zyanya were going to be happy with the numbers. Zyanya always knew how to unnecessarily grill him and his employees. He can’t particularly blame her though, he understands her standpoint. To be critical and anal is just how to show you’re passionate for the company. Vincent can’t exactly say he shares it for this particular agency, but in another life with his own, he absolutely can understand her.
A knock sounding itself from the other side of his door snapped him out of his thoughts. He voiced a commanding ‘come in’ that allowed (Y/n) to enter, with Ryo following her. They both had… goofy smiles on their faces?
“Mr. Kiritani has arrived,” She states (the small giggle in her tone doesn’t go unnoticed), stepping aside as Ryo made his way to the empty chair in front of Vincent’s desk. “Let me know if you two need anything. I’ll be distributing those spreadsheets to the team after lunch, sir.”
Vincent cleared his throat as Ryo took a seat. “Thank you, (Y/n),” he politely smiles, which is quickly dropped as she exits the office.
Ryo hands his dear friend a paper bag, presumably the empanadas. Vincent doesn’t take it. His arms were crossed and body language clearly showing that he’s annoyed the man opposite from him would interrupt his lunch hour. Ryo rolls his eyes with a smug face and sets it down on his desk.
“How hospitable you are, Vince,” Ryo quips. “Your little (Y/n) is way more welcoming to me than you are.”
“Because she hasn’t put up with you for as long as I have, Ryo.” Vincent snaps back, adjusting his glasses back onto his face. His eyebrows furrowed as he rested his crossed arms on his desk. “What did you want to speak about?”
Ryo leaned back in the chair, manspreading with his hands in his pockets. He seemed deep in thought, clearing pondering his next words carefully.
“You’ve known me since senior year of high school,” Ryo starts. “We can drop the professionalism, yeah?”
Vincent drops his head in defeat. “What do you want, Ryo?” He asks once more as he looks back up at the other man.
“Your assistant,” He shifts uncomfortably in his chair. “Do you know what she does after work?”
Vincent feels his heart pick up a beat. Was he found out? Did he somehow connect to the office’s wifi on his phone while checking his place? “No,” He denies. “Is it my concern what she does? I’m not her father,” Vincent raises an eyebrow, posture straightening.
Ryo chuckles. “Well, no, I just figure I be the one to tell you. Y’know, since we’ve been friends for some time, I assume you wouldn’t judge me,” Vincent’s heart can be heard in his ears at these words. So he wasn’t the only one that knows? Of fucking course it had to be Ryo. Of all people, why him? Ryo wasn’t even as attentive as he is. Apparently he somehow connected the dots too— but how the fuck would Vincent even ask how his friend did that?
“There’s a camgirl on twitter,” He starts to explain. Vincent already knows that. “She sounds exactly like (Y/n) and even has the same little nail design as her.” Ryo takes out his phone and leans over to show it to Vincent. He swipes to the stream where Bunnie is showing off her nails clearly, and then the next photo is (Y/n)’s nails that seem to have been captured today. “Told her that I wanted to show my girlfriend her nails.”
Vincent glares at him. “You don’t have a girlfriend,”
Ryo shrugs. “Still got my proof either way.”
“Why should I be concerned if my assistant is an alleged camgirl?” Vincent defends with venom in his tone. “You have no proof other than a nail design and claiming they sound alike. Does she even post her face?”
“Nope,” Ryo shakes his head, smug look not melting off his face. “Just figure I’d let you know in case you get lonely,”
Vincent clenches his jaw. “Excuse me?”
“I mean,” Ryo starts, waving his hand in the air as he talks. “If you won’t make a pass at her, I’ll gladly take her off your han—“
Vincent slams his fist against his desk.
“You have barely enough proof other than a simple nail design and alleged voice. Whatever (Y/n) does outside of the workplace does not concern me, or you. As long as she herself is not compromising the company’s name, then we should not concern ourselves with it.” Vincent spits, his voice low enough for just Ryo to hear. “It is greatly unprofessional to make such accusations against a young woman who just started here, Ryo. We may be friends, but I will not sit idly as you try and objectify my assistant. This is not high school, or college and we must not act reckless unless you want us to get fired. Do you understand me?”
The shit eating grin on the opposing man’s face doesn’t falter throughout Vincent’s monologue. Ryo puts his hands up in defense. “I never once mentioned getting her fired. It’d be a shame if a beautiful woman like her were to leave.”
Vincent sighs, closes his eyes and massages his forehead. “Do not make any passes or act inappropriately to her, please.”
“I’m not that much of a freak,” Ryo rolls his eyes. “Well, if you want her alleged online information, just let me know. Working in the IT department does wonders. Her alleged secret is safe with me. If it’s true, of course.” He winks, shoving his phone in the pocket of his pants. “Though, I can’t promise you I won’t at least try and take her out to coffee.”
“Ryo…” Vincent shakes his head as his hand motions to his door, waving the other man off. His dear friend just loves to piss him off.
Ryo chuckles once more and gets up, waving goodbye as he makes his leave. Shutting the door behind him, Vincent sighs.
Vincent really didn’t feel like dealing with competition. Especially not with Ryo, again.
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*(f/a) = favorite animal
This week at work had flown by. You thanked the universe that you were able to seemingly get on Mr. Fabron’s good side; he probably did just wake up on the wrong side of the bed on your first day like Klara had hypothesized. You gave him some grace, c’mon, Mondays are the worst. You can’t imagine it for someone who is as high of a position as he is.
You also stopped by the nail salon before you got home to take off your cute nails. The cute nails you worked so hard on, can you believe it! Fortunately for you, the employee manual does allow acrylic nails. Unfortunately, they do not permit any outstanding designs and must at least “follow office attire etiquette.” Whatever the hell that meant. You silently decided you’d rather just stick with press-ons than the hassle of compromising with the office standard.
As you settle down at home like usual (changing, getting laundry ready to do, watering plants), you check your phone periodically to see the rankings of your top donators. Throwing yourself onto bed after eating some dinner, your eyes widen. You knew this ‘Chamber18’ person would take the first spot of most donated this week— but… two thousand in one week?! That was about double your paycheck at your new job!
You hesitate to message them. They were never one to talk in your livestream chat, or derail from commission conversations at all. They kept it professional, ironically. Straight to the point with no hassle. In a way, you appreciated it, since the short interactions would help you finish up the commissions faster and move onto more clients. Quick and easy, unlike some clients.
Your heart started to thunder against your chest in looming anxiety. What if they’re some creep? What if they request something impossible? Is that even possible? What if they want your worn socks? Well, they’d have to pay even more for that.
You (literally) shake the negative thoughts out of your head. If worst comes to worst, you can always refund them and block. It’s not like you haven’t dealt with strange clients before, so you at least knew how to handle yourself to a safer extent.
Hovering over the message icon, you gather up the courage to shoot Chamber18 a text.
‘hai!! let me know whenever you’d like to start our call~ ♡’
You threw your phone down in embarrassment. Hugging your (f/a)* plushie close to your chest, clinging onto it for dear life as your nerves danced uncomfortably throughout your body.
A few moments later, you hear your notification go off.
You scurry to retrieve your phone, almost dropping it on your face as you pick it up.
‘I’m ready whenever you are, mon cherie’
“Mon cherie?!” You squeal to yourself. You didn’t think you’d have international fans, let alone a french one! The universe had some despicable timing for you, especially considering your boss is from France. Oh, how unlucky. You definitely know you’ll feel guilt for having phone sex with someone so similar to your boss now.
Well, money is money.
You tap the icon that allows to guys to call through the app itself. Thankfully you weren’t giving your number to a total stranger. Feeling a nervous knot in your stomach, you bite your lip. It’s just phone sex, you’ve done it before with past situationships. They won’t see your face, just your voice.
After a few moments their part of the line picks up.
“Hi,” You greet nervously. “I’ve never done this before, so, please forgive me for sounding so nervous!”
You hear a deep, attractive light laugh from the other side of the call. “No worries, mon cherie. I myself have never done so either.”
Ah, fuck. He sounded almost exactly like your boss. You definitely knew it couldn’t be, though. His tone was quite different and someone as dignified and professional as Mr. Fabron would never call a camgirl like you to get a release. Mr. Fabron is hot enough that he can surely just have anyone he wants. Men that know they’re good looking will absolutely take advantage of the fact in the real world. Not for some silly girl like you online.
Or… maybe you can imagine it is him?
No, bad (Y/n). Do not think about your new insanely hot french boss while working with your top client. Who also happens to be french.
Yeah, that was going to be a bit of an uphill task.
“You can ease yourself with me,” Chamber continues in his velvety voice. “I’d like this call to focus more-so on your own pleasure, mon amor.”
Your nerves melt away as his voice cascades over your ears. Wow, you were easy as fuck for a flirt with a hot accent. If you weren’t so enticed by where this was already going, you’d probably be punching yourself in the face.
“Oh yeah?” You challenge playfully. “But you’re paying for what you want.”
He gives a little hum before continuing. “And if what I want is to make you a needy mess?” You can already feel the beginnings of need pool within your core. Your body slowly started to heat up underneath your underwear. “Think you can do that for me, my sweet lapine?”
Oh.
You momentarily bless your aggressive French teacher in high school for forcing you to memorize animals in french.
“Yes, sir,” You obliged, nodding your head as if he can see you. If he saw you, he’d surely think you’re pathetic. Squirming at just a few words and an awfully cute nickname just for you. His sweet bunny.
“Good girl,” He praised. “You think you can caress your tits for me?”
“Mm-hm,” You reply as your free hand wanders to your breast. Softly, you grope yourself slowly. The image of a faceless client having so much power over you is strange, you briefly think. You believe the anonymity of it all is equally as arousing as it is fascinating.
“Your hands do amazing work, mon cher,” He praises softly. “Anyone would be lucky enough to feel them.”
You bite your lip out of slight nervousness.
“Well,” You start, somehow shy despite knowing this guy’s most definitely seen you finish more times than you know. “I’ve never known intimacy with anyone. Only I know my talents,” You confide, giggling slightly at the irony.
Yeah, being sexually active with other people was not checked off from your ‘life experiences’ list. All of your experience comes from what you’ve seen online and what you like. Which is why you keep your bunny mask on, to have the privacy without being shamed for being into the things you’re into. Confiding in people romantically was one thing; sexually? It was an anxiety you never got to combat. Unsurprisingly, it caused a chunk of your previous partners to break up with you.
You were used to it though. Often you’d think to yourself, c’mon, who’d honestly be with a virgin sex worker? It’s almost oxymoronic.
“Oh?” Chamber voiced, tone completely blanketed in surprise. “How…adorable,”
You let out a full laugh now. “‘Adorable’? Why do you say that?”
“Well,” He shares a laugh with you. A small, one, but it still makes your stomach flip a little. “It’s not often someone with your…profession has never been with anyone,”
“Yeah? Wanna be my first?” You blurt out, honestly not even speaking before shutting your mouth closed abruptly right after. “Sorry—“
“It’d be ideal,” He cuts off with a low chuckle. “I’d love to show you all the ways a real cock can make you feel amazing, lapine.”
Oh goodness, how bold.
“Yeah, you promise?” You quip, biting your lip slightly as you tug on your nipple, adding force with each little pull.
“Oh, mon cherie,” He growls. “Be a good little bunny and tease yourself through your panties, yeah?”
“Mm-hmm,” You whine slightly as you trail your fingers down to your heat. Your cotton panties being a stubborn barrier forbidding you from anything more. Pressing your middle and ring ringer against your clit, you slowly set your encircling pace.
“Hm?” Chamber hums. “What do you say, my sweet lapine?”
“Yes sir,” You breathed out, mind a little fuzzy from the friction you’re inflicting upon yourself. “Do w- whatever you need, sir,”
“Good bunny,” He grunts lowly. His sensitivity on his device is honestly not the best, but you think it’s a blessing. Ever so slightly, you can hear it. The slick of his precum as he stroked himself. “Think you’ll be able to take a real cock like mine?”
“Yes, please,” Picking up your pace slightly based on the sounds from his side to match his pace, your body feels feverish. It felt…intimate somehow? Holding your phone against your ear as you hear his breaths, pants, and faint stroking. Anonymous but so exposing. It sent a slight rush through your veins. “W— Want you to fill my hole, make me m— mold to you, sir,”
“Yeah, you’d like that?” He asks, chuckling at your words once more. “Want your top client to claim you? Mold you to his shaft as a reward?”
Oh, fuck, that’s hot. You dip your fingers into your panties now, rubbing your sensitive bud at a faster pace than before. “Want you to— to claim what’s rightfully yours,”
He audibly moans aloud at that. Christ, you need to hear more of that. “Yeah, you’re mine? My little lapine to spoil? To make you feel good?”
“N— Need to feel you,” You struggle to speak, holding your phone up to hear his delicious sounds while also abusing your clit is surprisingly hard. You lean against the headboard of your bed, trying to steady yourself to speak. Slick pooling in your panties, you dip your fingers within your heat. “Need to feel you in my throat— feel— feels so empty without you, sir,”
Another delectable sound presents itself from his own voice; your own voice softly joining his. “Such a dirty mouth for a virgin,” The degradation surges an unexpected feeling through you, causing you to pump your digits faster inside you. “So desperate for the warmth of a real cock your toys can’t provide.”
“Your warmth,” You almost beg as you loll your head to the side, brows furrowing as you spread your legs further apart. “W— Want your— haah!— cock to fill me up,”
“Don’t you worry, sweet lapine,” His tone is wavering, but assuring, gentle. “Your untouched cunt will know the stretch of my cock.”
“Mmph— f- fuck— please,” You beg, your moans getting more broken the more you fuck your fingers into your dripping pussy, slipping in a third one. “‘m so close, please, sir—“
“Ah, ah, ah,” Chamber muses, and you imagine a smug look attached to the sound. “Stop touching yourself, cher,”
You whine, pouting as if he can see you. Being denied of your release while being on the edge made you needier, desperate. “O- Okay…”
“Good bunny,” He praised gently. “Would you mind turning on our cameras, but only to see each other’s pleasure?”
You blink once. Then twice. Does he mean… he wants you both to watch each other jack off?
Matching his pace would be so much easier. Your face heats up at the thought of how absolutely filthy that is.
“Y- Yeah, only our back cameras then?”
“Oui, mon cherie,” He confirms, as his camera is swiftly turned on. You blush at the sight.
He’s in a chair, seemingly at his desk, in a dark yet dimly-lit room. The faint glow in his room highlights his lap, and the absolute fucking monster that stood tall in between.
Chamber had gray sweatpants on, just pulled down enough to free his length fully. He was trimmed nicely and cut. The veins on his cock prominent and the tip a pulsating red. He had to be around no more than seven inches, curved. His girth was the most intimidating thing about it. Most of your dildos and toys were pretty average, the most length you’ve taken (and struggled to take) was around eight inches in height. For girth, you honestly were a little afraid to stretch yourself out too much as it honestly sounded painful. But this? He looks as though he’d fill you up to the brim.
You bite your lip down as you turn your own back camera on, showcasing the wet mess between your own legs. You have no idea as to why this act makes you feel incredibly shy. You’ve shown yourself to hundreds— sometimes thousands— while streaming. Yet, the intimacy of a private, mutual masturbation session makes itself known in your mind.
“Beautiful,” He exhales. You can’t help but blush slightly at how genuine it sounded. “Match your pace with mine, okay, mon amor?”
You hum in agreement as you return your fingers inside of you. He strokes agonizingly slow, forcing you to edge yourself further. Curling your fingers to feel something more, you whine.
“Such a good girl f’me,” Chamber purrs with a moans as you mewl in response, completely dazed at the slow torture.
After a few agonizingly sluggish minutes of edging, suddenly, he starts fisting his cock furiously. Catching you off guard, you quickly do your best to match, your voice gradually becoming louder.
It’s not long after until his own moans intertwine with yours. Praises and degradations alike leave his mouth to cascade upon your ears.
“Such a pretty pussy, my lapine,”
“My sweet little slut,”
“Bein’ such a good girl for me, mon amor,”
“My good little whore,”
The words that poured from his mouth were an addicting poison for your ears. Chamber’s melodic strained moans filled your senses as you watched him stroke his shaft— it was all so much. How pretty his cock was, how your mouth watered to have a taste. How badly you wanted to feel the stretch, the length. How beautiful he sounded talking you through it as he worked towards his own release.
You didn’t know a client could have such power over you. In a sick way, you relished in such a dynamic and feeling while in your hazed state.
“A- Ahh— haah— ah—!” Your release comes crashing down on you, voice strangling within your throat as your needy hole clenches around your fingers. Jolts are sent throughout your body as you curl your fingers within you as you orgasm, wanting to abuse the sensitive spot within you even more.
With a vocal moan, Chamber finishes soon after he witnesses you unravel before him. White ropes of cum spurting out of him as he does the same, stroking himself into slight overstimulation.
You take a moment to yourself and try to gather your thoughts. On one hand, this was an incredibly hot experience. On the other, this felt way too intimate for comfort for you. But oh, how addicting it is to hear your favorite client. Moans, praises, degradations…it was something you could get used to. If you were in the mood, of course.
You had to snap out of it.
Although you thoroughly enjoyed yourself, you needed to also set the reminder that Chamber was nothing more than a client. Hell, he might just leave immediately after—
“How are you feeling, mon cher, are you alright?” Chamber asks as the gentleness in his voice wrapping you like a blanket. You notice his camera already off.
“More than alright,” You chuckle as you do the same. Bringing your phone back up to your ear, you ask; “Are you alright?”
“More than alright,” He echoes, and you two share a laugh.
Yeah.
He is just a client, and you are just doing a service, nothing more.
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a/n: GUYUUUYYYYSSS i dont know how to properly write smut let alone phone sex so PLEASEEE give me some grace here, this is genuinely my first time writing and posting a full out nsfw scene 😭💔 IT WAS SO HARD 😞 i pinky promise i’ll improve and get better at smut scenes bcs lord knows this fanfic is gonna need them
also ive been awake for like 20 hours and stayed up to write this and make this a little longer than last chapter … so if anything doesnt make sense or there are errors pls lmk ☹️ ts is not proofread bcs i feel if i read my own smut scene i’ll cringe too much x_x
anywho i hope you guys enjoyed this chapter!! i’ll try and spice things up next one i lowkenuinely got writers block again but thats ok we ball 🤾
synopsis: you needed to destress. vincent needs to secure his donor spot.
warnings: chamber (vincent fabron) x fem!reader, set in present-day regular au (so no powers etc), i use the real names of the agents instead of their callsigns, vincent is your boss, office au, office romance (kinda?), very explicit themes (reader is a camgirl lol), everyone is a little ooc, smut, 18+ content & themes, chamber is absolutely down bad for his showgirl, somewhat of a slowburn, power dynamics, not always proofread, more tags to be added
a/n: im sleep deprived writing this, and also it’s 1 am and i need to wake up super early so this is nawwttt proofread at all im sorryy</3
🚫 MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 🚫
## fic below the cut! ##
"I think my new boss hates me," You sigh, sipping your after-work milkshake. Klara, your best friend, was treating you to celebrate your first day surviving the company. She sat across from you at the small table as the glowing rays of sunlight highlighting her features perfectly. Window seats were her favorite, and as you turn to it to pout and brood, you understand why. The bustling city was a sight of itself. Even outside a small cozy cafe- it makes you feel like you're in a movie.
I'd probably be in a romantic dramedy, you think to yourself.
"Oh? Why?" She asked, chewing on a macaroon. Her german accent was as thick and adorable as usual. "Did you do something? Ah, (Y/n), if you embarrass me after I endorsed you so much—"
"No, no," You interject. "Just— I dunno, you said he was one of the more laid-back higher ups. Whole day he just seemed... weird?"
"What?" Shoving another macaroon down, she tikted her head. "Weird? Mr. Fabron is usually chipper, friendly— and a flirt, if he thinks you're cute.”
Your eyes shoot back to her, eyes widening as your jaw drops. "Chipper? Friendly? Flirt? Are we talking about the same guy?" Shaking your head, you stir around your milkshake with the straw. "He barely spoke any words to me, and basically said I should take off my nails."
You sulked, small frown forming upon your features. Klara finishes chugging her coffee and gestures to your hand with her own. "Well, you can always invest in press-on nails. Take 'em off whenever you want!"
You purse your lips in thought. That would be quite tricky with your side hustle, but it doesn't hurt to try. Maybe you can get glue that stuck pretty well and came off easily. Besides, you didn't want to risk messing up again in front of your new boss. You really needed this job, even though you did have a pretty sizable income with your streaming. Especially from your top donor, 'Chamber18.'
Maybe I can reward him personally, you briefly think.
Although, you didn't want to entirely depend on that. You thought of longevity, and yeah, tour savings are pretty stacked in case of emergency— but you didn't want to be an anonymous camgirl forever. A normal nine-to-five office job would perfectly suffice. Quiet, to the point, in and out. You can bring double income while still doing your streaming on the side. More money, more you can save up for a better apartment in the city. Or better yet, a small house in a quieter area.
You really needed this job. Even if being a camgirl can be thrilling and fun— it has its dangers too. You're thankful you haven't had any real-life problems, but you ran into a ton of online problems when you first started. Definitely don't want to depend on your luck in the long run.
"You're right," You nod.
"Chin up, (N/n)," Klara beams. "Mr. Fabron probably woke up on the wrong side of the bed today. I promise you he's nice, okay?"
You nod, not entirely sure or confident in that sentiment. But you appreciate it nonetheless. Klara was the reason you got hired, anyway. You had a lot to thank her for.
Klara paid for you two and drove you home, making sure you made it into your apartment building safely. You were exhausted. So much paperwork, talking, and running back and forth from the office cafeteria to Mr. Fabron's office.
You truly hope Klara was right. Who were you kidding, Mr. Fabron was an attractive french guy. At least, you're ninety-nine percent sure he's french with how thick his accent is. Maybe you could ask tomorrow to get to know him, you think as you settle yourself into your little apartment.
It was small, a one-bedroom all decked out in your cozy little aesthetic. Stepping into your home made it very apparent what your favorite color was. Your kitchen was an open kitchen with an island, your living room and dining room basically back-to-back from each other. A small balcony was just outside of the area your mock dining room was, and it had plenty of plants outside. You couldn't have a pet, so you decided to invest in plants to fill the gap in your heart.
Slipping into more comfortable clothes, you put your work clothes in your hamper that resided your bathroom/laundry room. Comfort at last, you sigh, flopping yourself onto your cozy bed. Looking around your room, you see your camera, PC, and ring lights.
Hmm, maybe after my nap I can surprise my viewers...
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Vincent panted heavily, his eyes never leaving his screen. Bunnie— (Y/n)— whatever— looked pathetic. Her soft whimpers and weak moans echoed throughout his headphones. She fucked herself desperately with a dildo now, sitting in her chair and showing off how her sopping hole takes it so easily. God, he wishes he could fill her up that way. He really hates to admit it, but the thought of hearing her sounds makes him go mad. The mere fantasy of making this woman feel good pushes him over the edge. He matches the pace she's going at, stroking his aching shaft.
"Fu— uuck..." She moans, jaw going slack as her movements start to get sloppier and less precise. "Ah—! Wish I could— could feel the real thing," She whines, taking her free hand to vigorously rub the swollen bud on her cunt. "Need a nice— w- warm— cock to fill me u— uup— ah, ah—!"
Her back arches as her legs close up involuntarily, throwing her head back as it lolls to the side. Her body convulses as her orgasm ruptures throughout her beautiful body.
"F- Fuck," Vincent hisses as he strokes himself faster at the sight, imagining that he was the one to inflict that upon her. He fists his cock almost angrily as it pulsated and twitched— he was close, so close. Just one more flick of his wrist, one more rub over the slit of his tip— and— "Ah, fuck,”
He made a mess, once again. Thick, white hot ropes erupted from his now softening cock. It was a lot more than usual. He doesn't know if it's because he now knows the beauty behind the bunny mask, but his fried brain chooses to not think about that right now.
As he cleaned himself up, he idly listened to Bunnie's usual after-care chat. It was nice, that she checked in and made sure her viewers also had a pleasant experience. He knows he sure as hell did.
"Y'know, I had an idea," She quips, index finger on her chin to mimic that she was thinking. "Starting this weekend, I'll be giving my top donor each week a special gift!"
Vincent perked his head up at this, giving her stream his full attention once more. A perk for top donors?
"My first top donor for each week will be able to voice call me for one whole hour, and I can do whatever they want.~ Within reason, of course." She sing-songs, gleeful smile spreading across her face. "I wonder who I'll be talking to at the end of the week!"
The brunette stares blankly at his screen.
No way would he continue to donate, not anymore. She's know who he was in a heartbeat just off of his voice. Besides, that just seems dangerous and reckless of her to do. Even with her little discretion, who's to say whoever her top donor is will listen to her?
Vincent shook his head, and opened a new tab.
The bold letters of 'Confirm Payment?' taunted him as he hovered over the 'Yes' option.
Who is he kidding? Someone sensible has to obviously take that spot and claim that prize each week.
Surely he'll be able to find a loophole from letting her know her boss is on the other side of the call.
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a/n: guys jm so sleepy & this is a short filler chapter but i tried to push this chapter out before i pass out (‘: im so new to writing smutty things so pls pls bare w me!! also i promise vincent will be more fleshed out rather than a pathetic gooner soon, im just stalling on writing office scenes XD TRUST there will be steamy office scenes and a LOOTTTTTT of tension!!
hii i’ve been wanting to do an about me for a while, so i’ll have it here since i keep forgetting 2 do it lolol
infodump about moi below the cut!
🖤 basic information …
- i’m 22 (this means if ur -18 absolutely dni with me)
- i’m using the name “soul” to associate my writings online with, so please call me that :)
- i’m transmasculine nonbinary, so i lean more towards masc terms :) i do not mind feminine terms at all, i just have a preference
- i have a wonderful boyfriend, so please do not flirt with me, it makes me extremely uncomfortable
- audhd spectrum, so i appreciate tone tags. if i seem quite blunt or rude, i definitely don’t mean to (‘:
- my life outside of the screen is incredibly busy (pov med student/intern life); so i write when i can -_-“ which can be extremely inconsistent (hence my username) n make me pretty rusty…
- i’m a very private person so that’s all you’ll get out of me >_o
🩶 interests …
- gaming (im into too many games to list)
- writing
- some shows
- anime (again, into too many to list)
🤍 fandoms i’m in …
(in no particular order, just my main fandoms/interests at the moment; i do not write for all of my fandoms. this is just…me showing how much of a loser i am. i’m into a lot of medias!)
valorant | overwatch | genshin impact (i fucking hate hoyo and can’t escape bcs i’ve been playing for 6 years) | demon slayer | …and a whole lot more!
synopsis: vincent’s favorite camgirl makes a cameo in his professional life.
warnings: chamber (vincent fabron) x fem!reader, set in present-day regular au (so no powers etc), i use the real names of the agents instead of their callsigns, vincent is your boss, office au, office romance (kinda?), very explicit themes (reader is a camgirl lol), everyone is a little ooc, smut, 18+ content & themes, chamber is absolutely down bad for his showgirl, somewhat of a slowburn, power dynamics, not always proofread, more tags to be added
synopsis: vincent’s favorite camgirl makes a cameo in his professional life.
warnings: chamber (vincent fabron) x fem!reader, set in present-day regular au (so no powers etc), i use the real names of the agents instead of their callsigns, vincent is your boss, office au, office romance (kinda?), very explicit themes (reader is a camgirl lol), everyone is a little ooc, smut, 18+ content & themes, chamber is absolutely down bad for his showgirl, somewhat of a slowburn, power dynamics, not always proofread, more tags to be added
a/n: this is going to be a pretty filthy slowburn series #notsorry :p
🚫 also, minors DO NOT INTERACT 🚫
## fic bellow the cut ##
Her nails.
Vincent stared blankly at the delicate hands presenting a stack of paperwork to him. He rested within the plush office chair that sat behind his sleek (but quite messy) desk; his posture leaning forward as he was previously studying a report on his monitor. Mind a mess due to this week's constant meetings, hair reflecting his current mental fortitude- the frenchman was already debilitated from work. This was just the icing on his shitty cake. He froze internally, already quite skilled at hiding his body language- a skill he had to adapt to survive the corporate world. Heart erupting like thunder within his ears, he plasters a fake smile towards the elegantly dressed woman. Meeting her eyes made his throat constrict, like a snake was suddenly his new adornment of a scarf.
Her (h/c) hair was neatly done, not a single strand out of place. Her long sleeved buttoned up dress shirt was black, matching her knee-length maxi skirt that flowed a waterfall of fabric down to the middle of her calves. Dark brown stockings and tasteful closed-toed heels dressed on her feet. As for jewelry, she wore a simple small gold necklace that peeked through her shirt's collar onto her chest; matching diamond studs glittering on her ears. The golden hue made her glow a warmer tone, a gorgeous compliment to her already blinding beauty. Elegant, modest, and office-ready. Vincent carefully drank in her presence, silently basking in the deliciously subtle but desirable scent she had applied before she left her house.
Her nails were the only thing off about her outfit. Colorful. The only thing that burned into Vincent’s retinas as he briefly studied her. They were almond shaped, adorned with a deep wine red- cats eye nail polish, he notes- and custom golden nail charms of stars & bunny silhouettes. The most damning piece of evidence. Freshly done as well.
"Leave those on my desk," He commanded. "Your nails, are you aware of our policy for them?" Vincent instigated, fake smile pulled perfectly across his face. Just like he practiced over the years. Just enough to hide his internal panic.
"Oh," She mutters, gently placing the papers down on the disheveled desk. She flattens her hands out in front of her, presenting them for him to look at, studying them. "I figure because they're a more 'traditional' color, it'd be alright..." Her face falls from the genuine smile she had just moments before; her brows slightly knitting together as she tilts her head down.
God, he's weak.
"You should look over the employee manual again," He suggests kindly, or at least attempted to. "Making typos on such important documents would be quite the misfortune." He takes the papers she left and leans towards her, forearms resting on his mess of a desk, as he pretends to studies the papers diligently. Desperately trying to ignore her.
"Ah, um..." She folds her hands together in front of her figure and bows slightly. "Yes, sir. I apologize, Mr. Fabron." She straightens her back and tilts her head. "Is there anything else I can assist you with?"
Two moments pass, then four. He thinks, trying to calm the storm brewing within his mind. As well as his heart, chest, and...
"A coffee," Vincent announces, adjusting his glasses, not looking up from the papers. "Bring me a coffee— black, with five sugars."
"Yes, sir," She bows slightly once more and scurries to exit is office as fast as she can.
Fuck, he hates when she calls him that. Well, other parts of his body say otherwise. But professionally, he should hate it. He knows he should, and knows very well he in fact, does not.
He should fire her on the spot, but she just started today. Vincent wouldn't even have a sufficient argument to make towards the HR department for her removal. Maybe he can transfer her to a different department? No, his office rivals would most certainly use that to their advantage. Especially Ryo. 'Vincent Fabron, psh, no one wants to work with him!' or 'Wow, what a insufferable nepo baby.' Yeah. No thanks, he did not want to have to deal with any of that after proving his worth within this company for the last year and a half.
Besides, even if he did have an argument, the whole "I recognize our new hire because she's a masked camgirl and I'm her number one donator!" sounds actually insane. Not only would he be outing her, and potentially ruining her shot of a normal life outside of her promiscuous work- he'd be outing himself as well.
Vincent Fabron was picky. Extremely picky. He never indulged in such lustful fantasies with partners. Only ever one night stands or hookups from dating apps when the desire for pleasure ever made itself known within him. It was easy, quick, and not as much of an investment as it is to have a partner. He never found interest in elicit cam shows online- boring, he found them. They never did the job like a quick fuck from a dating app did. Bit of an unfair comparison, yeah. But Vincent just couldn't pleasure himself by jacking off and looking at a conventionally attractive person doing the same thing. He found it slightly repulsive, really. The fake reactions and overly loud moans- it just wasn't his cup of tea.
Until one day, he found himself bored. None of his hookups were replying. And he was impatient. Needy. Desperate.
Scrolling through twitter at home, trying to ignore his pulsating shaft in his boxers. He came across a video of a beautiful woman in cosplay on his 'for you' page. She was dressed in a white bunny suit, half of her face covered by a matching mask that had bunny ears itself. She wore mesh black stockings with white bows lined on the back of her legs, curving from her plump ass all the way down to her ankle. In the video she bends down in front of her full body mirror slightly, presenting her ass, and a pout forming on her perfect lips before blooming into shy smile.
'@/BunnieXDreams on all platforms in my linktree! spicy videos and photos 50% off until the new year ♡ i livestream every weekend on LoveLives, come say haaii <3 ;p'
The caption made Vincent curious, and so, he clicked on her profile to see more of her work.
Needless to say, that fateful night his cock knew no mercy. This woman, this 'Bunnie' personality, just did something for him.
Since then, he commissioned custom videos and photos from her, would tune into every livestream she did and donate thousands just to support her work. She was seductive, addicting, soft with her words and her work was genuine. She didn't seem to fake anything or make the streams longer than needed to be. Sometimes, she would have small, playful non-sexual conversations with her viewers. But her voice, fuck, her voice— Vincent loved the soft whimpers, quiet moans, and how they gradually build up the closer she is to finishing. He's lost count the amount of times he fisted his cock to just her voice alone.
Although he was her top supporter pretty much everywhere, he barely ever engaged in chat. The only "conversation" the two had was when he commissioned her for photos and videos, and thanking her for the work. He didn't want to form a parasocial connection to that extent, Vincent never felt the need to. He just wanted to commission, support, jack off, and move on. It was the healthiest way to go about it, especially since he's poured thousands into this girl. It helped him not waste his time on hookups every weekend, as he would consider himself more introverted when he wanted to, anyway. Besides, Vincent knew he was more than financially well off to invest into a very pretty camgirl. She is his guilty pleasure, literally.
However, Vincent knew he was borderline addicted to her. He couldn't deny that much. That was already crossing a line in his mind. So, he wanted to keep his distance, and kept the talking between them minimal. Just message-less donations and small talk strictly about commissions. That's it. No boundaries crossed.
But when he saw the nails his new assistant adorned (not a coworker he can exactly avoid since her desk is literally posted outside of his office), he knew he was fucked.
The exact nails he saw last night on live were the same ones his own fucking personal assistant had on.
The same nails on the hands that he saw groping her own tits, bounding up and down on a dildo too big for her. The same nails she sucked on before rubbing her clit as she pushed herself to the edge. The same nails that she showed off gleefully on stream last night while making small talk with her viewers before logging off.
The design was too unique, an exact one to one of what Bunnie had on. Exact same color, nail polish type, shape, and unique charms. Stars and bunnies.
Vincent didn't know what to do.
(Y/n) (L/n), his newly hired personal assistant, was his favorite masked camgirl.
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What he did do though, was still tune into that night's unscheduled stream. He was at his desk, PC monitor glowing brightly within the dark abyss of his bedroom. Vincent knew he shouldn't, but he did anyway. He needed confirmation for sure; the anxiety of it all really ate at him for the remainder of the day. This caused him to snap at (Y/n) a couple times through the day, and he knew that wasn't the best impression. He definitely wasn’t himself, and his coworkers totally sensed it. C'mon, surely his favorite camgirl really isn't his new assistant. This stream will confirm it, he'll examine her nails if she shows them off again, confirm it's a coincidence and maybe they're actually quite different, and move on. Yeah. Totally.
"Hi everyone!!" Bunnie sing songs in her angelic voice. Which was sickeningly similar in tone compared to (Y/n)'s, Vincent realizes. He ignores this fact anyway. "How are you all? I missed you guys!" Her smile blooms onto her face, solidifying the beauty within her, even though viewers can only see the bottom half of her face.
"I had such a stressful day today, so, I figured we can all destress together, y'know?" Bunnie proposes, as she steps away from the camera and displays her beautifully sculpted bare body to the already 1.3k viewers in the live. She does a twirl, since usually she has on a piece of cute lingerie or some sort of outfit. This time, she only has black thigh-high socks on. Very rarely does she show her top & bottom halves entirely nude.
"Oh, everyone say goodbye to my super cute nails I did," She whines with a pout, and Vincent’s heart catches within his throat as she steps forward and shows them off to the camera again. "My new boss says it's against employee dress code... so I'll be putting on cute press-ons from now on for each show!" Bunnie does a peace sign and giggles, which sends a shiver down Vincent’s spine.
The confirmation was all he needed. Especially the reasoning she gave.
There's no doubt that Bunnie in fact is (Y/n).
Okay, cool. Vincent thinks to himself. He just needs to get off, cancel all subscriptions he has of her, and move on. Find another camgirl or just go back to meaningless hookups to sedate his lustful urges.
...
So, why does he find himself stroking vigorously to the sight of his now-realized assistant fucking herself with a vibe?
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a/n: i have yet another fanfic even though i am taking forever on my others ;w; also this originally was going to be another yoru fanfic, but i figure chamber would work better teehee ;3 so if you see “Ryo” where it should say “Vincent” IM SORRRYYYY PLS LMK WHERE AND I’LL FIX 😭😭💔💔💔
anyway, i’m preettyyyy rusty at writing filthy scenes and explicit content so i’m using this series as an excuse to (hopefully) exercise my skills with writing smut :p i hope to see u guys in the next chapter, tysm for reading!!! <3
synopsis: you clutch, and yoru makes a compromise with skye. your past decides to pay you a kind visit.
warnings: fem!reader, artist!reader, modern au, college au, cursing, mutual pining, yearning, yoru may be ooc, maybe everyone is ooc tbh, nerds yapping, heartbreak mention, eventual 18+ content, long distance relationship, online setting, intentionally lowercase, skye and yoru are exes, yoru is bad at hiding things from everyone except reader
a/n: i have been having really bad writer’s block, as well as a lot of canon events happening in my life LOL so i’m sorry if this is really bland… i promise it’ll get juicy soon :’) i’m just trying my best to pace everything! sorry for typos in advance T_T nonetheless, i hope you enjoy <3
## fic below the cut! ##
“last player standing,” the announcer followed up with after stating “one enemy remaining,” during the round.
unnecessary adrenaline flooded within your veins; your blood pumping from your heart. within the top right corner of your screen, you could see your 4 friends spectating you. it was definitely no pressure at all, you sarcastically think to yourself. what a lovely feature valture has.
for context; a small part of you was mentally screaming at your conscious for standing on B site all alone, while sunwoo and phoenix were picked off over on A site. iso had attempted to rotate from mid kitchen through defender spawn to help, and managed to get his pick on an enemy that was close-left side. unfortunately, he very quickly got traded from an enemy camping heaven on A.
yoru successfully traded iso right after, taking out another following 2 enemies; one below rafters and one opping in nest. “one enemy remaining,”
“oh, shit, yoru!” phoenix cheered within discord vc, sunwoo and iso following suit in praising him. “man, you’re on fire, bro- get your 4k!”
although, as soon as that sounded off from phoenix’s mic, yoru was knifed in the back by the last remaining enemy. “fuck,” he muttered lowly.
“aw, man, phoenix… this is why you never speak during a clutch!” sunwoo playfully complained, teasing phoenix.
“hey- i didn’t know the guy was in heaven! i figure he would appear up near pipes…” phoenix pouted. or at least, that’s what it kinda sounded like to you.
and thus, the fateful phrase “last player standing,” is echoed throughout everyone’s headsets, including yours. while you were still rotating through defender’s spawn, about to climb up the stairs to rafters.
“you got this, star. the guy was hiding in heaven, and you still have full util and ult.” iso encouraged, earning a small & quiet “yeah, thank you,” from you.
you’ve never been put in a position like this— usually, it would be so easy for your friends to clear out the enemy team. especially in a swiftplay, considering swiftplay was much more beginner-friendly for you. this enemy team though… you were getting one tapped left and right. you were at the bottom of the leader board, going double negative; 2/9/5. arguably doing the worst out of both teams. but hey, at least you got your assists. or at least, that’s what sunwoo would tell you to cheer you up.
peeking out of the opening above rafters, you clear your right side, then left. jumping down, you swivel around to check below very quickly- no one was there, but spike was. right in a corner near box. which means the enemy couldn’t plant, they had to push you in order to retrieve bomb.
quickly, you walled off spike within the leftside corner of rafters, making a run for it behind the divider. if this goes according to plan, you’d hear them breaking your wall, then you could swing and get them (hopefully). if they came directly to you, you can hope you finish them off and end the game with a victory. you just needed time.
“you got this, y/n, don’t overthink it too much,” sunwoo encouraged softly, not wanting to cause you to panic.
anxiously, you held right side of the ropes to heaven, fully expecting the enemy to swing you right then and there. the clock above started ticking- “thirty seconds left,”
then, you hear them. running up towards your wall, and gunning it down to break it and secure spike.
quickly, you step away from the divider that acted as your shield, and accidentally land a deadzoning headshot on the enemy.
“defenders win!”
your adrenaline starts to slowly cease, the greenish-blue of “victory” flashing your screen. smiling ear to ear, you start to squeal in excitement. “ah- haha! i did it! i fuckin’ got him!”
“OH MY GOD N/N!” sunwoo squealed and clapped, iso and phoenix cheering for you in unison as well with her. “i’m clipping that for you, oh my god- baby’s first clutch! and it was a one-tap!”
“and he was the second frag of their team, girl! you did great, star!” phoenix congratulated, iso agreeing right after with, “you played that off beautifully.”
“so much adrenaline was running through me!” you giggled, a sigh of relief leaving your lips. “i can’t imagine doing that over and over.”
“you get used to it,” iso chimed in. “you win some, you lose some, but never let a loss discourage you. you’re catching on really quickly.”
phoenix agrees, and sunwoo exclaiming a quick, “yea, that’s my girl!” right after. you laugh, thanking them all. it was nice to have such supportive friends, especially when trying to learn a game as competitive as valture. you were never one for competitiveness, being more of a singleplayer gamer yourself.
while the three started making conversation amongst themselves within queue, you notice a private in-game message pop up within the bottom left-hand corner.
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y0ru: you did very well, i’m glad what we went over helped you out
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you silently chuckle at this, your fingertips ghosting over your keyboard, pondering what to reply. the night before really did seem to help you out. yoru was great at explaining even the things that seemed the most complicated to you within the game. the one tip that stuck with you? “your wall can be your best friend,”
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starphire: it’s all thanks to you, really! you rly helped me better understand the characters i play last night :)
y0ru: yeah, but you listened. give yourself more credit, yeah?
starphire: pfft, you flatter me toooo much xD i still want to be good enough to be on everyone else’s level x)
y0ru: trust me, you’re getting good enough to be on your own level
starphire: aww, thank you <3
y0ru: of course
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astr4l_stars
chale, you sound like you are out of your mind
gekkonekko
astra i am running on 4 monsters and my asthma pump
cloverfly
please tell him to not drink another mango loco monster… poor thing’s gonna have a heart attack before he can even spell “monster”
gekkonekko
i need to feel something rn ok ☹️
i’m just a little emo guys i’m channeling my inner yoru ☝️😋
cloverfly
LMFAOOO ?????
skyespirit
do we have to ping your older sister here, mate?
actually is she even in this server anymore
cloverfly
umm
i don’t think reyna ever actually familiarized herself with discord 🤨
gekko forced her to play one val match with us and she got off immediately after one game
gekkonekko
guys she is a fulltime model what do you want from her
she’s not a no life like us (excluding astra)
leave her alone PLS do not ping her
astr4l_stars
love that you did not include harbor
my husband indeed does not have a life 🤭
skyespirit
harbor getting slandered by his own wife is insane
astr4l_stars
he is my personal punching bag 💜
he’s right where he wants to be, yea! 🙂↕️
cloverfly
i have reyna’s ig personally so i mean :3
gekkonekko
DO NOT
astr4l_stars
clove should just go ahead and give her a call because that stuff is genuinely not healthy for you, fam
let alone five! chale, are you out of ya damn mind?? 🤨
gekkonekko
guys please
PleaaaASEEE DONT
oh my god clove you texted her
ihysm ur never hearing from me againf
SHES BANGING ON MY DOORNOOOOO
cloverfly
it had to be done 💔
i’m sorry gekks
u gotta eat and take care of urself even if ur emo!!!!!!!!!
skyespirit
i reckon we won’t hear from him for the next few hours
knowing reyna she will lovingly (and terrifyingly) force him to eat at a five star restaurant
cloverfly
i want to meet her for that exact reason
i could sooo fuck up some five star food right now
skyespirit
you say that like you’ve had it before??? 😭
clove i thought you were broke
cloverfly
god forbid a person has whimsical hopes and dreams about five star culinary
i wish i had a rich older sister 🥲
neonbluu
has anyone heard from kj and raze
raze still owes me money
cloverfly
iirc they’re still on vacation together i think
neonbluu
damn
i’m not getting my money for a while 🥀
skyespirit
yeah they’re still in germany, they come back the day after tomorrow
cloverfly
need what they have 😖
need a pretty girl to travel with me lovingly WHEN!!!!!!!!!! 💔💔
skyespirit
i meann
jettstorm
GUYS @/starphire GOT HER FIRST CLIP 🔊🔊🔊
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cloverfly
OOOHHH MY BITCH POSE NASTYYYYYY🔥🔥🔥🔥
skyespirit
OH RIGHTY ON STAR!!!!
starphire
ahaha thank youuu thank youu <3
i was literally shivering in my timbers 🥲
cloverfly
nah girl you actually landing that shot is disgusting!!!! you’re improving so fast!!!
starphire
ehe thank you!! it’s honestly all thanks to yoru since he’s been helping me out :)
skyespirit
ohh i see
well, you’re doing amazing, star!! you’ll eventually become no lives just like us :p
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skyespirit
hey
y0ru
hey
what’s up?
skyespirit
star seems like a very sweet girl
i don’t know if you have an ulterior motive, but don’t hurt her or string her on, mate
y0ru
i don’t plan to
besides, i have no motives at all. i can promise you that
she told me she had gotten out of a serious relationship, and i’m not looking for anything at all
skyespirit
good.
you have a lot to work on yourself, you know.
i think it’s best you do that first and foremost. we all know you don’t hang out with someone for so long “just because”
and i know that too well, personally.
y0ru
i know, skye.
i’m sorry.
skyespirit
it’s fine. i don’t care much anyways. doesn’t mean i never cared for you in that regard, i just know you can do better. you can be better.
and if you hurt star, i won’t be the only one who will take matters into their own hands.
y0ru
oh come on, i’m not. i’m not even interested in her, i told you.
skyespirit
again, you are not fooling anyone.
you definitely aren’t fooling me.
i know you, ryo. i know you too well.
just be careful with her, especially if she’s healing from a broken heart. don’t make it worse.
y0ru
yeah
i promise, i won’t
i don’t want to
skyespirit
good.
i hope this time you can actually keep your promise.
y0ru
yeah
i will
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the afternoon was going so well. the five of you laughing, conversing and playing valture together was honestly something you could get used to. especially when you struggled to make friends outside of sunwoo and your dorm mate, it was nice to talk to other like-minded people your age. of course, yoru being the slight exception.
he didn’t speak as much as the others, you noticed. so, the two of you would often have your own conversations within in-game private messages. currently, the two of you were discussing your favorite anime, while the other three were lost in their own conversations. occasionally, you’d softly laugh at something yoru would quip. sunwoo would quickly catch on, and ask; “what’s so funny, n/n?”
“oh, nothing,” you regroup, smile apparent in your tone. “you guys are just so… silly. i love hanging out with you guys.”
“D’AWWW!” sunnie gushes as her character runs up to yours in spawn, jumping in front of you. “we love hanging out with you too!! i told you these guys weren’t scary!”
“i’d hope i’m not,” phoenix chimed in. “i mean, i’d like to think of myself as a cool guy.”
sunwoo scoffed. “pfft, yeah, you’re the cool guy for sure, phoenix.”
“you two need to get a room,” yoru finally spoke up, causing you & iso to erupt in laughter. sunwoo and phoenix were left clearly flustered within defending themselves.
you steady yourself from laughing as the conversation between everyone naturally keeps flowing. from the corner of your eye, you see your phone’s screen light up next to your keyboard, opposite to where your mouse is. you tilt your head a bit to focus up and read the glowing notification; carefully reading the name & message.
when it finally registers within your mind, your heart sinks to your stomach; an unimaginable feeling of anxiety forming it’s prickly black hole within you.
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a/n: ehehehe, the secret is out!!! reader’s ex is chamber himself!!!! a little love triangle never hurt anyone ;p (rest assured this is still indeed a yoru fic, sorry chamber lovers </3) i’ll try to not take as long with the next chapter :) i hope you guys enjoyed!!! <3 also, let me know if you’d like to be in a taglist for this fic ^^
synopsis: Genji always wondered what had happened to (Y/n) after she went missing all those years ago. He wishes he didn't have to find out she's still very much alive under unfavorable circumstances.
tags: talon!reader, fem!reader, YEARNING, canon-like violence, semi divergent from canon, explicit 18+ content (like smut bcs duh), angst, childhood friends to strangers to enemies to lovers, genji and reader are the same age, mentions of kidnapping, abusive dynamics (not genji and reader), there’s happiness in here eventually i promise, human experimentation, sombra is a silly goose, found family
synopsis: genji runs into an unexpected old friend while on a mission. however, it seems fate never likes to play within the shimada’s cards.
warnings: canon-like violence, angst?, mentions of kidnapping/disappearance, reader is badass bcs i said so, genji is a d1 yearner
a/n: hiii my loves!! i originally wrote this with an oc of mine in place of ‘y/n’— but i’m being self indulgent rn, lolol. i also have this written in my more… serious? descriptive? writing style so i hope u guys still like it <3
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"You look..." He pauses, sizing up her new self. An entirely different person from the glamorous paradise called childhood. One he hasn't yet become acquainted with yet, a stranger from the past; "Different."
A forced laugh left her throat, still circling around him like a vulture. The short heels of her boots were heavy with every step. Loud thumps with every stride echoing through the room, done on purpose. To scare him, perhaps? Assert dominance over the situation? He wasn't sure. Nor was he faltering.
"And you think you don't?"
Her voice. God, her voice. Sweet like honeydew, dripping off every word she said. Velvety and collected, confident, dangerous. Attractive. He knew better though, one taste of such a forbidden fruit- especially right now- would make him a corpse. Now wasn't the time to mend old wounds or reopen old scars that long healed. She was filled with poison, and her intentions were clear.
To kill him using it.
She was right though, Genji had no place to talk regarding looks. Behind the cold visor that shielded his face, his scarred skin served as a permanent reminder of just how different he'd look from decades ago. (Tilting his head slightly, a fleeting thought wondered if he should take it off, as the woman encircling him did with her own; his rational side decided against it.) Yes, her looks were slightly contradictory compared to memories of the past, but by heavens, was she still beautiful. If it were any other situation, the cyborg knows he would have turned to stone under such a siren's gaze.
Unfortunately it felt like someone was using a mask, puppeteering the image of an old friend. To toy with him, perhaps? Was this the universe's way of punishing him once more, as if the stars haven't already pushed him to the point of no return once? As a sick joke, was it going to happen once more? Genji didn't want to know. He wish he never had to know. He always did.
The man stayed silent, hand gripping the base of his katana like a lifeline. The crushing wave of emotions was enough, he needed to get what she had. The USB. I have to stick to the mission.
"Hm?" She tilted her head, halting her circulation to look up at the metal man in front of her. "Oh, were you looking for this?" Dangling the USB in front of him, she giggled. It sounded so foreign coming from her. The sound was not filled with warmth or joy this time, but rather malice and mockery.
Unsurprisingly it was still his favorite sound, despite the bitter taste it left atop his tongue.
Among the still room, with no reaction from the still as a statue ninja, she groaned. "You've gotten so boring, my love. What happened to you?"
Within seconds Genji drew his blade out and charged at her, shurikens already flying within microseconds.
Although this just seemed to entice her, as she was much faster. Scarily quicker than he. Dodging every one of the metal weapons he threw, catching one between her fingers and throwing it right back at him.
What the fuck? He didn't even have time to think that before it scratched his visor. Ok, whatever, just a scratch. Maybe Angela could fix it later. He once again swung his sword at the agile woman, getting her a few times, a swift exchange of his blade and her metal claws clashing and clinging within the room; a few computers breaking and falling to the ground with her pouncing and dodging almost every swing. It was like trying to pick up a very unruly cat, fighting her. Genji was growing more irritated by the second, he saw no other option left, he was going to unleash his blade; use the aid of his dragon.
He had to act fast; throwing his shurikens at her but purposefully missing, she takes a moment to look at them and mock him– maybe– and– there.
He hooked his ankle under hers and made her fall to the ground in one swift move. Which undoubtedly caught her by surprised judging by the "wah!" that escaped her lips. It would have been funny, if this wasn't a fight for crucial information stored in the USB she had. He couldn't mess up. He shouldn't.
Bringing down his sword to go for the shoulder connected to the arm that held the small drive, victory was at the tip of his fingers, then-
Cling!
Her claws met his blade.
She stopped his attack. His sword was in her hands, her claws bared.
"Aww, Genji," She cooed, a fake feign of embarrassment coating her words. "If you wanted to get on top of me so bad, all you had to do was ask."
Guard completely down by his plan backfiring, the woman then kicked him in the stomach, sending him flying backwards into the wall that was close by. The wind was knocked out of his lungs, causing him to struggle to breathe as he slid slowly to the floor. Fuck.
"Although, I do prefer to be taken out to dinner first." She crossed her arms and cupped her face in her USB-free hand, as if she was thinking. "I thought you already knew that, no?"
Walking towards Genji slowly, a giggle that bubbled within her throat was released; doubling over into a fit of hysterical laughter.
It sent a chill down the injured man's spine.
"Y'know what, Genji?" She crouched down to his level when she reached him, gently taking off his visor for him. If not for the shock and war going on in his chest- heart and lungs- he would have stopped her. If it was anyone else that had done this to him, he would have acted differently. This would have gone any other way. "Let me see you, it's been so long, old friend."
With the green light faded and his visor fully off of his face, she stared at him as she quietly set it down next to her. Aura around her completely different now. Facade of cockiness and mischief gone in an instant. The laughter had long subsided. Face now painted with nothing on it, a blank canvas. What she was thinking, he couldn't tell. With the faint twitch of her eyebrows wanting to come together, the slight widening and softening of her eyes, how her lips inched upwards for just a second... it was hard to decipher. If he was able to guess, a picture of bittersweetness would be brushed upon her face. She looked away for a moment.
The sound of a zip and slight clank was heard, the hand that took off his visor was bare; free from the glove she had on.
(E/c) eyes back to focusing on him, her hand went up to brush through his soft hair, then move down to his face. Genji's breathing was stable by now, a hitch within his rapid breaths as she lightly traced the scars on his face. Her touch was gentle, caring in a way; and for a moment Genji forgot the situation they were both in. Oh, how he wanted to lean into the touch. Her hand was so soft. He missed this feeling. He missed her.
But... this wasn't her. It wasn't his childhood best friend, his partner in crime, his first love.
This wasn't (Y/n), he has to remind himself.
After a few minutes passed, she finally spoke up.
"Fate was cruel to both of us, it seems." Her voice was barely above a whisper, hurt laced within her words. But Genji heard. And he agreed, nodding his head.
"It still shows to have a disliking for us." He managed to voice.
A full, dishearteningly bittersweet smile bloomed onto her face. His heart ached at the sight.
Genji was at peace with a lot of things in his life.
With the help of his dear master Zenyatta, and the supportively helpful people around him even all those years ago before Overwatch first fell; Genji was able to come to terms and accept everything of his past. He wanted to always strive to improve; to be something he wasn't when he was younger.
He was at peace with what had happened between him and his older brother; forgiving his sibling for what had happened. He has healed and come to love and accept himself within the form he was lucky to be in now. Genji also came to accept that he would never to have known what happened to (Y/n), so many moons ago. Before everything, before his father had even died. Before Hanzo was instructed to murder him. Before he was saved and rebuilt. Before everything.
(Y/N) (L/n) had gone missing.
No one knew, not even her parents. No amount of press coverage, media outlets covering her- the only daughter of a disgustingly rich family- disappearance managed to bring out her captors. If she even was kidnapped, that was. It was a mystery, an enigma to how someone as protected and looked after as her was just... gone. Some theorized it was a planned murder by the family. Some simply thought it was a kidnapping, the captors too stubborn to let her go; or even had some unclear motive to do so yet.
(Y/n) and Genji were just 18 when that happened.
But now, here she was. The missing teenage daughter, now grown into a woman, rivaling Genji as his enemy. In the worst case scenario possible. And that... that stirred Genji's soul. It hurt, in such a great amount.
"I'll be keeping these," Her soft voice snapping him back to the present as she moved from her current position. Getting up, she slipped the USB in a pocket of her jumpsuit and attached Genji's visor on her belt, replacing her own she took off earlier. Slipping it back over her face, she started to walk towards an open window, stilling her movement for a moment to look back at the black haired man; his own face bare.
Genji himself stood up, not making any effort to actually stop her. He'd lost this fight, he knew that. He knew that as soon as she'd taken off her coverage and showed her face.
"Until we meet again." He pursed his lips slightly, brows knitting together with blended emotions. "(Y/n)."
He could hear her laugh, completely lifeless this time. "Of course, my dear friend."
With that, she jumped out of the window. Presumably with skill because when he went to look out, he saw her frame illuminated by the moonlight, running swiftly across rooftops of the buildings.
Looking back to where he was, Genji saw something glint in the dark room. Walking over to where (Y/n) stole his beloved visor (Angela's definitely going to kill him for that, he thinks), he saw her glove laying on the floor. Bending down to pick it up, Genji examined it carefully as he stood. It was smaller than his own hand, obviously, but who knew she could even wield a weapon? Especially as well as she did fighting him... and... claws? Really?
The ones on this glove were retracted. It was such an intricate design, knowing Talon they always suited their agents with the best. Unfortunately. It made his job harder, yeah, but Genji wasn't someone who backed down from a challenge.
Usually.
With tonight's mission bust being an exception.
He hated that there was a very small part of him that was calmed; at ease because yes, (Y/n) was indeed alive. After so long, she was confirmed to actually be breathing. Not only that, but she was capable to fight for herself. However, it was greatly disheartening to know that (Y/n) would be fighting against his own. Against Overwatch. Against him.
"Genji? It's been over 3 hours– how do you copy?"
The familiar sound of Winston's voice rang through Genji's earpiece.
Genji clutched the glove in his hand. Raising his hand to the piece, he replied; "I'm alright. Few scratches here and there, and... I may need a new visor."
"What!?" Angela's disbelief was heard in the background, causing the ninja to laugh a bit.
"And the USB?" Winston pressed.
He didn't know bow to respond. Walking out of the abandoned building, he said his words between breaths as he ran up buildings and rooftops. "Stolen. A new Talon agent took it from me before I was able to retrieve it." He then quickly added, "My apologies." After hearing Winston's sigh.
"Are you able to give us intel about this new agent and what happened when you get back?" he asked.
"Of course.”
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"Ay, chiquita, you did it!" Sombra wrapped her arms around (Y/n) as she gracefully accepted the USB from her friend. "I know Reyes won't say it but I'm very proud of you. Your first mission by yourself too, girl!"
"Thank you," (Y/n) smiled, accepting the hug and sighing. "Also, stop calling me that! You're shorter than everyone here, y'know."
Letting go, Sombra simply stuck her tongue out at (Y/n). "Yeah, and?" The two shared a laugh, the purple haired woman patting the other's back before continuing, "Oh, Moira said she needed to see you for something. Piernas didn't specify why though." She shrugged.
"Ah," An uneasy feeling formed in the pits of (Y/n)'s stomach. Of course Moira needed to see her. What lovely timing the doctor had, she just wanted to report to Reyes and recover from tonight. Physically, emotionally, and mentally. "Thanks for telling me, I'll be heading to her lab then."
Sombra caught the look that flashed across her dear friend's face. She knew it all to well, and felt bad for her really. "Good luck and let me know if you need anything, yeah?"
The (h/c) haired woman murmured a silent thanks and bid goodbye with a wave as she headed over to the dreadful geneticist's lab.
She can only wonder what Moira wanted.
She'd rather wonder that than let her mind trail off to a certain Shimada.
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a/n: hii!!! i hope u enjoyed this story!! i’ve had it sitting in my drafts for almost one? two? years… again, this was originally all my ow oc x genji BUUT… i wanted to turn it into a genji x reader bcs i thought it would be more fun (i have genji and lifeweaver brainrot sooo bad rn…)
anyway! tysm for taking the time to read <3 i hope to see you in the next chapter! ♪(๑ᴖ◡ᴖ๑)♪
synopsis: in which a heartbroken art student and a “professional” playboy cross paths. online, of course.
tags: artist!reader, yearning, terrible communication, not chemistry but a secret more sinister thing, eventual 18+ content, jett is reader’s bff, heartbreak, happiness somewhere in here i swear, online relationship, eventually they meet dw, text based, yoru is a little shit, college au, modern au, preexisting relationships between characters
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