tanks & gift giving
sfw / x reader / headcanons / gn reader / no orisa, winston or wb
btw i wrote hazard's as if he's in a polycule with the reader
- under the cut, enjoy!
Hana would gift you something you've mentioned once; she's the type to hear you complain about running out of your favourite perfume, your favourite sauce, and have the idea of replacing it for you lurk in her mind. It's like a brain worm - it won't leave her until she does it, simply because she relishes your reaction. Sometimes, she wont even gift it, instead leaving it to the side for you and waiting for you to notice it. She doesn't need a massive, exaggerated reaction - she just wants you to know she cares and wants to make you happy.
Akande rarely gifts people things - doesn't matter who they are, or what they do for him, it's something he barely bats an eyelid to. However, if he's feeling especially, incredibly kind, he might consider gifting you something simple in relation to a date night - a new perfume, new lingerie/bra, new outfit to wear or even a new clutch for you to hold onto with one hand. Something only he would know you got from him. He wants you to look your best if he's taking you to a prestigious restaurant - why not pay a little extra to satisfy himself with your image, and make you feel loved at the same time? To him, it's like killing two birds with one stone.
Findlay loves sentimental gifts - he doesn't want to just get you something flashy, for the sake of it being flashy. He wants to get you something that has meaning to you and him. Findlay often regifts things, or gives you things he finds value in. For example, if he has a rare coin he always carries with him in his pocket, he'll find a copy for you somewhere, somehow just for you to match with him. If he can't, the coin's yours now - he'll find something else to keep on him, but knowing it's with you, and valued by you the same way he does, makes him feel whole.
Odessa would love to shower you in gifts - spoiling you rotten is one of her favourite past times. From stolen jewels, to antique broaches, even to food and drinks she loved as a child that she stumbled on again - they're going to end up in your hands, with you thanking her profusely, reminding her that she doesn't need to give you so much. She can't help it though, she just wants you to be full in your heart and your pockets.
Maugaloa is similar to Odessa, and Akande - he would want something that only he could know he's gifted you, and yet he would have the urge to shower you in all types of gifts. He wants to give you something intimate, to make you feel his love, and yet he wants to give you every random little item he finds that even slightly made him think of you. He battles with it every time he finds magnets from countries he's working in, or clothes he knows you won't wear but still seem like they'd look nice on you. Seeing your face light up when he makes you guess what he's holding behind his back, after weeks of not seeing you, is far too tempting for Maugaloa.
Ramattra doesn't understand the concept of gift giving - he finds it confusing. It's something he isn't used to doing but he'll still try his best to. It leads to some funny, or awkward, conversations - especially when he takes advice from Akande, or Maugaloa, on what to get you. You never know if he'll come home empty handed, or with a bag full of random sweets/snacks, or fists full of random pennies from different countries because 'they're different and might be interesting to you'. It's the thought that counts, though, and you value the time he's taken to find you these things nonetheless.
Reinhardt would give you the world in the palm of your hand if he could - he would find the most obscure things you're craving to eat, or replicas of plush toys you used to have and love as a child, or even board games he knows you'd enjoy based on the playstyle. However, he's terrible at keeping them a surprise - the excitement takes over and he tells you immediately before you can guess what he's bought this time. He just wants to make you smile, and truly it does. Seeing how much he actually cares about making an effort for you, just for you, makes your heart race sometimes. But don't laugh at his attempts at keeping his gifts a secret - he's trying his best not to blurt it all out, especially in the days coming up to your birthday, anniversary or a holiday you celebrate.
Mako is somewhat not interested in giving gifts - he likes taking things, not giving them. But, if it's something you really enjoy, he'll try his best to. Whether it's giving you something from Junkrat and his' recent heist like a small ring or a small coin, it's still something. To Mako, he has a million and one different ways of showing you how much he loves you and values you - but he will try, to a degree, if it's something he knows is important to you.
Seibren would gift you items related to your most important subject - whether that's medicine, space, science, arts, or computing, he's going to be searching for something specifically about what you love the absolute most. To him, he would want gifts regarding space, science, physics, etc. so why wouldn't he return that for you? He knows you'd appreciate any kind of gift, but he wants it to be somewhat meaningful - it gives him that sense of humanity back.
Aleksandra loves to receive gifts, she can't lie about that. But giving them? Not her forte. Her mind sort of short circuits - she doesn't know what you'd want. What if you've already bought it yourself? What if you don't want her to get that for you? What if it's not something you actually want? All those thoughts clog up her mind, making it hard for her to decide what to do. So, when she does give a gift, she makes sure that it's an open-ended sort of gift. For example, she might give you a 'girlfriend coupon' book, where you can decide and write in what you want her to do for you from the book, and she'll provide it (like a massage, or to cook, etc). That way, the pressure to actually give something you might not like is off her shoulders, and you get to decide what happens with the gift, and how it's used (which feels more special to her in any case).
Happy Birthday to my ow wife and pookie Jade! (Ik it’s 3 months late, idc) and also happy pride month!! Here’s my present for y’all hehe
Mentions of: human sacrifice (not really), patriarchal themes, inaccurate Greek mythology and historical shit (sue me), servants, pining, flirting, possessive behavior, JQ is sexy, etc.
wc: 3.1k
You gazed up at the blank white ceiling as you sat back in the basin, the warm water molding around your skin. Rose petals floated in the water around you, and the scent of incense hung heavily in the air. Whispers echoed down the hall, and you gazed out, spotting two servants whispering amongst each other, looking over at you with pity and sorrow. All sacrifices were bathed like this, their bodies needing to be pure and clean for the gods.
With a soft sigh, you submerged yourself under the water, shutting your eyes and wetting your hair and face completely. It was peaceful, mute, and quiet, giving you the space you needed to be alone. Underwater, you felt comforted. You felt like you could really think.
The past few months haven't been very easy for you or anyone in your town. A massive drought had occurred, causing water to become scarce, the crops to dry up, and even the meat began to go bad because of it. People were starving and dying of thirst. In desperate times like this, a miracle was needed.
The priests knew that they had displeased the gods, slacking with their offerings and contributions sullying their relationship, and everyone was suffering because of it. They had desperately tried to fix what was broken, with offerings of food, wine, and even dead animals, but it wasn’t enough. So, they had to resort to an offering that occurs only once a century. A human sacrifice.
You sat back up in the tub, letting out a deep sigh and catching your breath. You ran your pruning fingers over your legs before you decided to step out of the lukewarm water. The water dripped down your body, onto the tile floor beneath you, pooling around your feet. After a moment, you spoke, alerting the servants, your voice hoarse from the lack of use.
“I’m ready.”
–
You were seated in front of a mirror, the servants tending to your appearance. You sat still, keeping your eyes shut as one styled your hair and placed flowers into it, and another applied rouge to your cheeks and lips. It was strange, receiving such soft and kind treatment, even though you knew your pampering was for a purpose.
No one knew what happened to the sacrifices. All you knew was that once they entered the temple, they never returned. Some thought that they went and lived on Mount Olympus with the gods, serving them for the rest of eternity, while others thought the gods had more malevolent uses, but it was all a mystery.
Despite knowing this, you weren’t afraid. You always knew that it would come to this. You were but a simple girl, after all, the daughter of a poor farmer. Your life wouldn’t be anything of significance. It was either this or being sold off to marry a rich man, having his children, and tending to him for the rest of your life. You felt that you made the right choice. You’d rather die a sacrifice than live out the rest of your life in misery, after all.
You hadn’t even realized the servants had finished until their hands were gone, the soft featherlight touches and caresses as they tended to you no longer there. You gazed at your reflection in the mirror, gazing at your face, all made up and pretty, not simple and plain like it once was before.
“You look beautiful.” The priest walked over, pressing a hand to your shoulder. He grabbed your chin, tilting your face upwards so you could look at him. “Ah, yes. The gods will be very pleased.”
–
As you walked up to the temple, you felt your legs shake, your chest growing tight. You weren’t alone, two priests escorting you, along with a group of servants carrying offerings of milk, honey, and wine. The walk had never felt so long before.
The temple loomed above, the statues of the gods peeking out at you from behind the columns. The tallest one sat in the center, for the queen of all gods, the most powerful goddess, Odessa. Out of all the statues, hers was the most detailed, chiseled to perfection out of marble, every muscle in her body defined. She sat on her throne with her legs crossed, an almost bored expression carved onto her face.
When you were younger, you would spend hours in the temple, staring at her statue. You had always admired her and thought it was incredible how a woman like her had so much strength and control. How she has so much power. You always wish you could have control like that yourself, wished that you could choose what you wanted in your life, but you knew that wasn’t the way things worked. Not for women, especially not poor ones like you.
You couldn’t help but wonder if she was watching you now, looking down at you with that bored expression. You couldn’t bear to think of what’ll happen when you’re sacrificed. Unfortunately, as you watched the servants bring in the offerings to the temple, you knew that that time would be soon, and you had no other choice but to think about it.
Once the servants left, the priests nodded to you. This was it. It was your turn. You walked up one step at a time, and as you stood at the top, you gazed over your shoulder at the town behind you, looking at your home one last time. Then, you faced straight ahead and entered.
You kneeled before Odessa’s statue, in the open space amongst the other offerings, candles, and incense. You took a deep breath and shut your eyes. “I present myself along with these other gifts as an offering to the gods, seeking to mend the relationship between us mortals and gods, and restore balance Odessa, queen of gods, goddess of the sky and heavens, hear my plea. I will be grateful to be in your presence and serve you as you see fit.”
A moment passed, and then two. Nothing happened. You opened your eyes, noticing the candles flickering around you. They flickered slowly, and then rapidly, and then you felt a gust of wind. The air was no longer dry anymore, no, it was hot, thick, and humid, like it always felt before it was about to storm.
You gazed up at the sky, noticing the dark clouds blocking it. Have your prayers been answered? Was this dry spell finally going to end? Thunder boomed against the clouds, and then there was a flash of light. It was bright, brighter than anything you’ve ever seen, and for a moment, you thought you had been struck. But the lightning bolt missed, hitting something behind you.
After a few long moments, the blinding light was gone, and you could see again. You were in the same old temple. The clouds still hung in the sky, but something felt..different.
Suddenly, a large hand grabbed your cheeks, tilting your head upwards. You saw her, standing behind you, looming above. It was her. The goddess. The queen.
She was bright, illuminating the godlike powers that made it almost hard to see her, lightning-colored hair, eyes, and streaks of the bolts lining her armor and robes. She tilted her head as if she was sizing you up, studying you.
“Hmm, you’re a cute little thing.”
You opened your mouth, unable to find the words, unable to speak, or even think. She grinned toothily, squeezing your cheeks. “What’s wrong, mortal? Cat got your tongue?”
“I- I’m here for”
“Yeah, yeah, I know. I’ve heard all the prayers your priests have made, got all your offerings. They must be pretty desperate to give me a human, huh?” She let go of your cheeks. “Stand up, pretty girl. Let me get a good look at ya.”
You stood up shakily, watching as she circled you like a shark in bloody waters. You didn’t know what you expected, but it certainly wasn’t this. Your eyes followed her, studying her like she had with you. She had a strong presence, one that was practically larger than life, tall and big, built like a force of nature. Of course, she was one..and she was one of the most beautiful women you’ve ever seen. It was intimidating and terrifying, but also so…intoxicating.
She hummed softly under her breath, deep in thought. “Now, what could I do with you?”
“I’ve spent my whole life working on a farm. I can tend to crops, and animals, and sew. I also know how to cook and clean, but I will do whatever you wish, my goddess.” You bowed.
“Of course you will. Do you know how to fight?” You shook your head no. She frowned. “Figures. You don’t look like you were built for war. You’re too soft. That’s okay, though. I like soft. I’ve always had a bit of a sweet tooth myself, and I could eat you right up.”
You felt your blood go cold. Eat you right up? She was going to eat you? You had heard rumors, but you didn’t believe that the gods were capable of such things.
She burst out laughing, her voice causing the whole temple to shake. “Relax, I’m just kidding. You thought I was being serious? Don’t worry. The gods don’t have a taste for mortals. Not anymore, at least.”
She giggled as your face dropped again. “Another joke, I swear. Ah, I forgot how fun you mortals were to play with. This’ll be good.”
She stood in front of you now, bending down so she could be eye level with you. You felt your heart racing as she stared at you, golden eyes peering into your soul. You didn’t dare break eye contact, even if she was so bright it was overwhelming, and her powerful warmth practically burned your skin. You didn’t move a muscle, just stood still and stared back at her.
“What’s your name, girl?”
You murmured your name. She smirked to herself, repeating it. “Pretty. Suits you.”
It sounded heavenly coming from her mouth.
She brushed a stray strand of hair out of your face, before straightening her posture and standing up tall. She cupped your cheek with her hand, tilting your head up so you’d still be looking at her.
“You’re mine now. Understand?”
You nodded, hardly able to speak.
“Say it.”
“I’m yours.”
“Good girl.” She ran her thumb over your lips, before patting your head, like you were some mutt.
“Now let’s get going.” She raised her arm to the sky, and it began to thunder. Before she could take you away to Olympus, you stopped her.
“Wait, what about the townspeople? Will they continue suffering?”
She sighed in reluctance, before snapping her fingers, causing raindrops to fall. “There. You happy?”
You nodded, offering her a thankful smile. She grinned at you, shaking her head. Gods, you are something else.
“Let’s go.” She raised her hand to the sky, once again. Thunder rumbled, followed by a flash of light. Lightning struck, and the next thing you knew, you were gone.
–
When you came to, you knew you were no longer home. You were standing in the middle of a bedroom in an opulent palace, with pure white marble walls decorated with golden paint, and a massive bed with the most comfortable-looking sheets. You reached over to feel them. They felt like silk between your fingers.
There was an open window outside which you leaned over and gazed out of. It was beautiful. The light flitted through the neighboring trees, which seemed to be standing at an angle. Birds sat on the branches, singing melodically. You looked down below, seeing nothing but a cliffside, with other buildings and trees far below.
This was it. Mount Olympus. Your new home.
Voices echoed down the hall, getting your attention. You walked over to the door and cracked it open, peering to see who it was. It was Odessa and another god you recognized as Ramattra, god of the sea.
“I heard you’ve received a human offering. What are you to do with this one? Another servant?”
“Nah. I’ve got enough of those and this one, well, she’s somethin special.”
Then, you heard heavy footsteps and spotted her on her way over to your room. You scrambled away from the door, taking a seat on your bed. You were in such a rush that you didn’t have enough time to shut the door properly, so when Odessa entered your room, she pushed open the already-cracked door.
She noticed, of course. “Peeping in on my conversation, eh?”
“I didn’t mean to-”
“I’m just messing with you, pretty girl. Come with me.”
You followed after her, to some sort of dressing room. She clapped her hands. A few of her female servants came rushing in. “Get my girl some nice clothes, alright? Make her look real pretty.”
The servants nodded, getting to work almost immediately, measuring your proportions and grabbing different colored cloths that would compliment your features. It was quiet, almost unbearably so, and you had so many questions. You couldn’t help but ask a few.
“Are you- are you all immortal?”
“Once you reach Mount Olympus, you become immortal. You never age or die.” One of the servants replied, running her fingers over a cloth with golden trimmed edges. She offered it to the other servant, who nodded in approval.
“Were you offerings as well?”
“Yes, but not all of us were offered to the same god. I was an offering for the war goddess Zaryanova, but she gave me to Odessa as a gift.” The servant replied.
“Do we all work as servants? I overheard a conversation with Odessa and one of the other gods and she said I was..special? I’m not sure what that means.”
The servants traded glances, before looking back at you.
“It’s a good thing. You’re..one of her favorites. You just need to be careful. Most of her prizes never last too long.”
“Don’t scare her.” The other servant whispered.
“What? I’m just being honest. She always gets bored of them or they piss her off…But she seems to like you, so I’m sure you’ll be fine.”
You swallowed thickly. All of a sudden, all this extra attention the queen of gods was paying to you didn’t feel so nice anymore, and all you wanted was to be her servant. Your whole life had been simplistic leading up to this point, why did it have to change now?
“You’re all done.” They posed you in front of a mirror. You were dressed in a gold and white peplos gown, with cloth hanging off your shoulders. You should be happy. You looked beautiful, but you couldn’t help but feel afraid.
“Good luck.”
You knew that you were going to need it.
–
The dinner table was almost intimidating, the various gods and goddesses, all seated together, with Odessa at the head of course. The servants escorted you inside, and you felt all the heads turn in your direction as you entered. All the gods were interested in Odessa’s newest pet.
“Ah, there she is, my girl.” Odessa crooned at the sight of you. “You look beautiful. C’mere.”
She patted her muscular thigh, and the moment you got close enough, she pulled you into her lap. Her touch was fire against your skin, and you felt hot everywhere. You didn’t know if it was due to her powers, or the effect she had on you. Probably both. She was so overwhelming and intimidating, and yet you had never wanted to be closer to anyone else.
She wrapped a hand around the small of your back caressing your skin softly. Two plates of the most delicious-looking meat were placed in front of you, and you couldn’t help but dig in, despite your nerves.
Chatter echoed around the dining table, different conversations of relationships with mortals, maintaining the mortal and immortal realms, godly business that you could never understand. She reached a hand down and stroked your thigh gently as if she was in tune with you.
“You’re shaking like a leaf, love. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I’m starving, that's all. This is delicious.”
She frowned. You felt your heart pound in your chest. “Don’t lie to me.”
“Right. Sorry. I feel a little..overwhelmed. I’ve never sat at a table with a bunch of gods before. And I’ve never sat on the queen of gods’ lap before either, believe it or not.”
She smirked, but she didn’t lighten her gaze. You were still lying and she could tell. Of course, she could.
You let out a shaky sigh, looking over your shoulder to make sure the others weren’t listening. They all seemed lost in their worlds, hardly paying attention to you. “The other servants mentioned that your..favorites never last long..and it scared me a little.”
She went quiet. “I do have a bit of a reputation for how I treat my..special gifts. But I never hurt them. Most of them, well, they’re selfish. I start sharing everything with them, and soon all they see me for is a queen with endless amounts of riches..and then that’s all they want. The riches, the power. They don’t want me. But I know you’re different. You’re special, more special than anyone I’ve had. I mean, when I was about to take you, all you cared about was giving your people what they needed. You’re selfless and brave..and maybe a bit of a brat, but I like that. I like you. There’s a reason why I have you on my lap, sweet girl.”
Never in your life had you felt so seen. Especially not this quickly. It was amazing. What had you ever done to deserve a woman like her?
She reached over and stroked a hair out of your face. “You’re mine and I’m going to take good care of you, okay?”
You nodded. She cupped your chin and moved your face close to yours. So close that her nose was brushing against yours and you could feel her breath on your lips.
When she kissed you, everything felt right. Her lips felt heavenly against yours. Her hand caressed your thigh and your waist gently, grounding you, keeping you here. It felt as if you had been struck by lightning, and for a moment you thought you had been…in the best way possible.
The chatter from the other gods quieted, filled with wooing, whistles, and cheers from them. You felt your face warm as she pulled away. You tucked your face in her neck while she told them to shut up, but you could feel the grin on her cheeks, the pride she had in showing you off.
For once, you felt complete. Full, fulfilled, and happy. Truly happy.
A/N: this is my VERY first smut request so sorry I’m not very good at this, also @tweetysilver requested this! So I hope u enjoy! <3
Warnings: possible pain mention? Piercings, size kink, jealousy
♡ my girl has the BIGGEST strap ever it splits you open EVERYTIME like I’m talkin 7 INCHES, she’s a big girl
♡ she’s LOVES praising you and she also loves to receive praise
♡ she loves it when you ride her will she sits on her throne when nobody’s there, she loves to hear you moan, it gives her a massive thrill especially if someone walks in to see their queen fucking her sweet gf <3
♡ she’s a top, There’s no arguing shes a queen what do u expect? She loves to be in control and be in charge
♡ she loves being called “ma’am, my lady, queen” like I said, she loves to be in charge
♡ she not very into very many toys just her and her strap. She loves the way her strap splits you right open, when she first used the strap on you she went nice and slow for the first time but after a while she loves to go hella hard
♡ she has nipple piercings that she got professionally done, and she LOVES it when u suck on her nipples to feel her little gems <3
♡ speaking of piercings, you like to buy her piercings every once and a while cuz you like seeing her with different gems <3
♡she’s massively into collars thats all I’m saying
♡ she not very into very many toys just her and her strap. She loves the way her strap splits you right open, when she first used the strap on you she went nice and slow for the first time but after a while she loves to go hella hard
♡ when you want to be on top she’ll let you but on very special occasions but she likes it when you ARE in charge though, she just likes seeing you bouncing on her dildo
♡ she loves how tiny you are to compared to her, she has a massive thing for a size kink like you’re small and you dating this gigantic woman that a lot of men would kill to be dating her? That’s so hot to her!
♡ her stamina is fucking insane, like she can fuck for hours on end like you’d be so tired and she still has A lot of stamina in her it’s never ceases to amaze you
♡ she managed to convince you to also get nipple piercings so you guys could get matching piercings
♡ she loves to see you in the pretties lingerie ever like the back of Spencer’s is her favorite place ever
♡ shes quite possessive and she gets jealous pretty when people decide to flirt with you, yeah after all that shit happens you better prepare for the night of your fucking life 😭
A/N: if I think of more stuff I’ll probably add more on also I hope I did good 😭
Type of date | Location | Are they romantic? | How much money will they spend | What happens after | Blurb
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𝔻.𝕍𝕒:
She isn’t one for big, fancy dates. So she much prefers staying indoors playing video games.
She’ll drag you along to arcades. Making sure you two have the whole place to yourselves.
Isn’t as romantic as she thinks. It’s always interrupted by her giggling.
No matter how much you spend it won't make a dent in the amount she has. And she’s willing to let you use as much as possible.
She'll likely become tired. So she’ll fall asleep and in turn trapping you in her arms.
***
“Let’s go!”
“Finally, I thought you would never win.” Your celebrating was mixed with her teasing. You two had been playing Mario Kart for hours, with you just now winning a round.
Tempted as you were to play another round, wanting to show her you weren’t as bad as she said. Pausing when you felt a weight on your shoulder, slowly looking over to see Hana.
She had fallen asleep, in turn falling onto your shoulder. Her sleeping quickly turned into cuddles, taking her place on your lap.
Maybe a nap wouldn’t be too bad.
𝔻𝕠𝕠𝕞𝕗𝕚𝕤𝕥:
He much prefers the fancier things in life, so no surprise when he takes you to a 5 star restaurant.
He’ll reserve a private room for the both of you, making sure you’re getting the best things you deserve.
Is a real romantic and he knows it too.
Money means absolutely nothing to him when compared to you. He can give you his card to buy anything but there's no way you could make a dent in it.
When his romantic mood strikes it lasts for a while. Pulling you into a walt with him, making sure you're laughing and having fun during it.
***
The night was still young and Akande wasn’t going to waste it. Still in your outfits as he pulled you into his arms, the classical music playing faintly in the background.
It was one he had been practicing since he was a child, ingrained in his memories. And he wanted to make plenty of new ones with you. Pulling you closer as the song finished, letting the next one continue before starting the next dance.
𝕁𝕦𝕟𝕜𝕖𝕣𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕖𝕟:
She already thinks being around her is good enough so you’ll have to convince her to do something, which would be watching her fight and win.
Gonna be around Junkertown, either in the arena watching her from her throne there or in her actual throne room.
Much less romantic and more flirty. She has no clue about romance, absolutely none.
Technically none so don’t go out of Junkertown, but when inside you won’t need any anyways.
If you’re not a junker she’s taking you for a tour, but if so you’re going right up to her room and throne room.
***
All you could hear is the yelling, shouting and screaming of the Junkers around you. Odessa had won another fight, not that anyone was surprised.
Watching everyone leave, still loudly chattering away. During that time she was making her way back up to the throne, making it clear when he returned.
“How was that?” Her arms opened just to pull you into a hug, picking you up off the ground.
“Another win isn’t new, so predictable!” Suddenly throwing you up into the air, letting you fall into her arms in a bridal carry. A giant smile on her face.
“Let's celebrate!”
𝕄𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕒:
I’m going to be honest here, he can only cook very few foods. He will insist on a cooking date, just supervise him, you’ll need to.
As he’s part of Talon (So are you likely) so the only place you two can safely go to is the base.
Is more on the flirty side rather than romantic, but he can try tone down the flirting but you’ll need to ask him most times.
Normally he wouldn’t care about the price of things, but with you? It doesn’t even pass his mind once.
Even if you two cooked earlier he needs a bit to fill him up, so it’s likely you’ll have to cook again. But if you don’t want to, he'll find someone else for the both of you.
***
He wanted to give you a surprise breakfast in bed, except for the fact both of you were standing in the kitchen. By now he knew your favourite kind so he was quick to start.
“Mauga, what are you doing?”
“Huh?” Brought back to attention, realizing he had stopped cooking and was staring at you. You learnt when the fire alarm was going off. The food had become burnt, not even you wanted to try it.
“Why don’t we order in?”
ℝ𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕣𝕒:
Takes you to a small and simple cafe.
Much prefers to stay at base, but if you want to go somewhere he will take you.
He doesn’t even try cause he has no clue what he’s doing, seeing no use in romance, unless you really want it.
Has plenty of money to spend due to various jobs and resources, and he allows you to spend a lot of it. Will watch what you buy to figure out what you enjoy.
He will return to work but you can stay around if you’d want. Might even let you sit on his lap.
***
He had no idea what you wanted to do, so he ended up on the internet. Looking up ideas that seemed good, ending up on the idea of a cat cafe. You enjoyed cats and food, well he hoped. While he couldn’t understand all these attachments if it made you happy he’d be fine.
The date started simple, while you ordered food he looked around at the cats. There was a range, from calicos to ragdolls. While he looked he didn’t see the cat walking up to you, a plain black cat.
It nudged you, causing your attention to shift.
“Ram, it looks like you!” Holding it up even as it shifted, only getting comfortable. It was a plain black, short haired adult, sporting a purple collar.
“It does.” Maybe he’d look for one similar to you.
ℝ𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕥:
Enjoys walking around a market, able to spend time with you and buy you things.
Also has fun sitting around at home or the base, able to enjoy your hobbies together.
Has quite a bit of experience due to his age, but is aware of how romantic he is.
Accidentally spends a lot of money on you during the walk, as he won’t look at the prices. Isn’t worried though.
Will hold you while you both enjoy a drink, telling you stories about anything he can think of.
***
Dropping the bags onto the floor, letting some items fall onto the floor but neither of you minded. He stretched, hearing his back crack.
“You should’ve let me carry the bags.”
“Nonsense by dear,” He picked you up, letting you sit on his shoulder, “You need to relax!” Grabbing himself a beer and your favourite drink before sitting down, dropping you onto his lap.
“Now, did I ever tell you about the crusaders?”
ℝ𝕠𝕒𝕕𝕙𝕠𝕘:
He’ll take you for a motorbike ride around the outback, won’t go scavenging unless you really want to.
Most times you’d be staying at his and Junkrats makeshift base.
Has little experience, due to being isolated from others.
Due to being a junker he doesn’t have a lot of money, also meaning neither of you need any.
He’ll take you both back to base, wanting to spend time with each other.
***
The sun was beating down on the land, and on you if Mako wasn’t in the way. Instead you were covered in his shadow, slightly cooler and safer from the heat. With the goggles protecting your eyes from any stray sand or dirt.
While you were looking around this gave Mako the chance to look at you. Taking in all your features. The way the sun revealed everything, everything that he loved about you.
𝕊𝕚𝕘𝕞𝕒:
He’ll cook you both a nice dinner to enjoy away from the others.
He won’t be able to leave the Talon base so thanks to Sombra you’ll be away and inaccessible to others.
As much as he tries he’s always flustered, sometimes laughing in between words.
Due to being at the Talon base neither of you will need any money.
He just wants to hold you close, cuddling while reading some of his favourite books.
***
You felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist, pulling you off of your feet so you hung above the ground. Looking behind to see Sigma looking down at you, a hung smile on his face.
“There you are Starlight!” Moving you around so you lay in his arms, floating over to a chair. “How about I read us a story?”
Asking as he pulled a book from one of his many shelves.
ℤ𝕒𝕣𝕪𝕒:
Her first thought would be a gym date, but she knows not everyone would like it. So she goes for a nice and cozy lunch date instead.
She takes you to a small, less popular cafe that she goes to often. It's kinda small yet cozy place.
Unluckily she has no experience, being focused on other things. But she still tries, constantly looking to improve.
Normally won't spend a lot but for you she’ll go over her normal amount, you’ll be able to get most items you want.
Will pull you around to look around the town, stopping by the nearest ice cream of gelato place. Treating you to a flavour of your choice.
***
Before she even knocked at the door you knew she had arrived, her nervous pacing outside wasn’t the quietest. With fast paced and surprisingly light knocks. Stepping away when you opened the door.
There she stood, a button up shirt and simple black pants. A bouquet of your favourite flowers were held in her hand, reaching for you to take them.
“Dear, you look amazing!” While speaking her voice cracked lightly, face covered in blush. Hold out her arm for you to take. “Ready for today?”
Venture x short fem reader x junkerqueen head cannon
Nsfw is up to you
Dating Junkerqueen & Venture Headcanons
Pairing: Junkerqueen x reader (has a pussy but no pronouns are used) x Venture
Genre: fluff + smut beneath the cut
CW: poly relationship, jealousy, JQ is referred to as Dez/Odessa, manhandling, full nelson, face fucking, size kink, teasing, edging, overstim, strap on, double pen, fingering, threesome, praise/degradtion aftercare ftw * reader is short & can be carried/lifted by Sloan & Dez (tho they are strong as FUCK I think JQ could bench press a car)
hey hi thanks for the request! i really like writing short reader cause i myself am not short :,) but it is nice to pretend...i went a little crazy with the NSFW so hopefully you're into that lol
This post contains NSFW content. Minors read the warnings & please do not read past the NSFW cut.
(have these two actually met in the lore? 😭 I haven’t read their short stories in so long cause none of them interest me)
these two can be a match made in heaven, or something out of hell
Odessa is SUCH a tease and given she’s 7 feet tall she WILL give you a hard time
loves putting stuff in high places just so she can watch you struggle to grab it until you sheepishly ask for her help
Sloan can go either way honestly
sometimes they’ll join Dez in teasing you, sitting there with their arms crossed while you pout and try to grab it
other days they’ll put those big muscles to good use and help you up
both of them think you’re adorable & always manhandle you
Odessa specifically loves hoisting you on her shoulders when you’re watching fights in Junkertown
or throwing you over her shoulder when you’re going to bed
Sloan is more lowkey, but a lot of the time if you’re sleepy or tired they’ll gladly carry you to bed
also BOTH are super protective of you (even if they don’t mean to be)
they both know you can defend yourself but they still wanna let it be known to everyone that they’re looking out for you
Dez is way more upfront about it…anyone who talks badly about you or is a little too aggressive will pay a harsh price
Sloan is more lowkey, maybe they’ll throw a glare or something, but they let Dez take the lead
they occasionally try to talk her down if she’s scaring the hell out of some poor girl that accidentally bumped you
they are a NIGHTMARE in bed to deal with I’m so sorry
Odessa in herself is already a handful…she’s such a tease and with your size, can manhandle you however you want
the two of them could spend HOURS edging you until you’re crying and begging to cum
Sloan feeds off of Odessa’s energy too, so if Dez is in a very dominant mood, oftentimes Sloan is too
I promise they’re nice to you sometimes too (rare)
you’ll be trapped between the two of them, Sloan making out with Dez above your head while they finger you
Dez will be groping you and shoving you further into Sloan’s touch
eventually they’ll grow tired of playing with you and that’s when the real fun begins
Odessa LOVES fucking you with a strap or sitting you on her face
she’ll hold your thighs and pull you down while she absolutely devours you
Sloan usually takes this as an opportunity to use your mouth however they please
the combination of Sloan’s praise and Odessa’s dirty talk is a WHIRLWIND
Dez will be fucking you from behind with her strap, gripping your hips and laughing about what a whore you are
and Sloan will be fucking your face, running their hands over your cheeks and head, murmuring praise
or sometimes Odessa will fuck you full nelson, her strong arms under your thighs and your back to her chest
meanwhile Sloan slowly pushes themselves inside of you next to Odessa, rubbing your clit to help you adjust
the two of them fucking you is a lot
there have been times where they’ll take turns playing with your mouth
Odessa will grab the back of your head and shove it into her cunt, her and Sloan fighting for dominance over who gets to ruin your pretty mouth
aftercare is AMAZING
they’re both a little new to it, but Sloan goes crazy overboard
drinks, snacks, bath—they’ll do it all for you
Odessa is a little awkward in the afterglow, but if you tell her what you need, she’s more than happy to get it for you
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I have a quick question if you don't mind me asking. Can you please do one where a gender neutral reader is a secret singer? Like they walk on stage and their partner recognizes them even with a costume and makeup. Can I please request Hanzo, Genji, Moira, Lucio, Ramattra, Zenyatta Junker Queen, Junkrat, and Roadhog to be the ones who are the partner who figures out that they're dating a popular singer.
There was a lot to this, but I hope it's okay! (I also haven't slept when I upload this, so I apologise for any mistakes or errors.)
I'll add everything under the cut, but here is a main scenario you can use or make your own up;;;
You had been dating your partner for a few months now and things were healthy. Everything was as it should be, though, you had a secret you couldn’t exactly tell them. Fear was holding you back - you did not know how they would act, whether they would use you or leave you.
HANZO
He was three drinks into the night when the act started.
At first, he didn’t care until the voice resonated within his ears.
Looking up, his eyes adjusted to the spotlights shining down amongst the crowd before they dimmed and the main stage lit up.
Their voice was something ethereal. Something that Hanzo recognised instantly.
Despite the outfit they were wearing, behind all of that make-up, Hanzo recognised the person instantly.
Shock was present on the archers face, but that was quickly overcome with astonishment.
He couldn’t believe it. His partner was the most popular singer in Hanamura.
Hanzo couldn’t stop staring, watching the way they performed so effortlessly.
Their hips swaying in time with the song, lips wet and shining in the spotlight, voice angelic as the day he first hear them.
His heart flutters, flush appearing on his cheeks and not from the alcohol he had already consumed.
When his eyes met theirs, a smile forms on their face, a wink directed to the man seated within the booth.
Hanzo could feel the heat rise in his body as he smiled back, tipping his glass towards his partner.
There were several emotions running through him, from love to lust, Hanzo couldn’t quite wrap his head around why you kept it a secret.
Nevermind though, he was already planning on making you sing for him privately.
GENJI
Genji had made plans that night with a few friends he had made during his playtime in Hanamura all those years ago. Some form of a “catch up over drinks” he called it.
Sitting in a circular booth close to the stage, the ninja looks up at the presenter talking about the opening act, a name he recognizes but had no face to put it to.
When you come out on stage in all that make-up and wearing an outfit that catches everyone's eyes, Genji can’t help but stare either.
It took him a moment between blinks for it to register that the person on stage was his partner he had been dating.
His jaw practically drops, hand clasp tightly around his drink.
Eyes were blown wide, either from lust or from pure adoration at your singing ability.
Genji felt his entire body flare up in heat, something so secretive only turned him on more.
His friends that surrounded him made their remarks but he didn’t pay them no mind.
His entire focus was on you.
Genji could only sit there and stare.
The moment you lock eyes with him and give a playful wink accompanied with a smirk, the dragon inside stirs.
Oh you don’t get to play this game.
The night was still young and the ninja had so many ideas in mind.
MOIRA
The Irishwoman would have rather been anywhere else tonight, but after a week of failed experiments, what other choice did she have?
The bar sat across from the stage was where she was situated, and her phone lay on the countertop in silence.
You hadn’t even bothered to check in on her today which only fueled her rage more.
She needed time to herself, however. Perhaps the night will go in her favour of some peace.
Just when she finished her second drink, the ice rattling in her glass, she turns to face the stage.
The act had already started, singer atop the stage in sparkles and glitter.
Moira felt something familiar but couldn’t quite place her fingers on it.
Then there was that turn you did, one that the scientist recognised instantly.
It was you singing your heart out. Not only that, but in such an establishment? She couldn’t quite believe it.
No wonder you had been distant today, you were here preparing for this.
He anger at you dies out instantly as she watches on, admiring the way your voice sounded along with the music.
She knew you could sing but this was an entire new level.
Moira clapped when the song was over, smile as wide as her face met yours to which you bashfully hid away.
Questions have answers and she was going to get them, one way or another.
LUCIO
It wasn’t his first time in the venue and it sure wasn’t going to be his last.
He always had a seat at the VIP table just in front of the main stage, and tonight you were suppose to join him.
When his calls went unanswered, a sinking feeling grew in his stomach. There were many faces already staring at him on his own.
He tried to drown his sorrows with a few drinks, hopelessly texting you, wondering where you are.
Then the announcer calls out a famous singers name and Lucio can’t help but feel somewhat hurt that you’re leaving him like this.
He stands to leave and when a voice starts singing, a perfect harmony that his ears twitch and listen to, he spins around.
Immediately he recognises you, he knows the frequency of your voice, they perfect, sweet noises that come from your throat.
It was you.
You hadn’t stood the artist up, no, you were here with him.
He takes his seat and watches you sway in time with the music.
Eyes meet and he can’t help but grin. No wonder you were so secretive.
When the song was finally over, you didn’t waste anytime in jumping from the stage and sitting beside Lucio.
His hand holds yours as he compliments you, placing a kiss to your temple.
He didn’t mind, it’ll be all over the papers tomorrow regardless.
RAMATTRA
What was an omnic like him doing in such a place like this?
The only time he had a need to being here was to strike deals that suited his arrangements.
A questioning invite made him wander into the place, suit hugging his body as he unbuttoned the blazer to sit down.
He crossed his arms, leaning back in the chair as he watched the stage, an opening act that did not pique his interest at all.
When a familiar voice rang through several minutes later, his receptors picked up the frequencies, instantly looking up to the figure on stage.
His optics adjusted to the light, a smirk coursing through his wires as he watches his partner, their hips moving to the rhythm.
He couldn’t help but stare, system flaring up as he records the show for later.
When his partner finally stops singing, their vocals now a slow murmur against the next act, Ramattra watches them make their way to his booth.
“You finally came through.” He spoke, matter of factly.
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“I knew.”
Of course he knew. He had everything about you saved within his systems.
“Plus your secret wasn’t exactly secret with me.” He muses.
ZENYATTA
The omnic had planned this little date with you months prior, an exquisite date fit for someone like you.
Little did he know, that the place you were currently seated in had regulars there that recognise you instantly.
At first you passed them off, Zenyatta staying beside you throughout it all.
He was confused until some older looking person came and pulled you away from your partner.
You laughed, brushing him off before eventually being pulled onto the stage, microphone in your hand.
It all came naturally and the tilt of Zenyatta’s head made you smirk.
Your voice hit his receptors just right and the monk could feel his wires warm up as he watches you perform for everyone else.
When the show was over, applause ringing loud throughout the venue, you make your way back to him.
“You put on quite a show.” He admits with a chuckle.
His optics met your eyes, looking at how they glistened under the warm light.
“How long have you kept this secret?”
“Too long.”
Zenyatta brushed his thumb over your knuckles as he held your hand before bringing it up to his faceplate, planting a makeshift kiss against it.
“Perhaps you could tell me more as the night goes on.”
JUNKERQUEEN
It was a normal night for the queen.
Junkertown bars held karaoke nights each weekend, the establishments packed with drunks and Aussies alike.
Some nights, upon the queens request, does she have private shows before her on her throne.
Several acts lay before her, the music was loud but when her eyes set upon an almost familiar figure, everything heightened.
Their voice was angelic, something she recognised instantly as they sang their hearts out.
Odessa thought hard about where she recognised their voice, it was just there…
The moment their eyes lock, it hit her, the one singer she had adored for years, the one partner she had loved for months.
It was the same person.
Her smile became something feral as she stood, practically marching her way over there.
Upon reaching her partner, hands laced together as her lips brushed against your ear.
“Who knew you had such a voice.”
She felt your cheeks flush against hers, a devilish smile caressing her face.
Odessa now had several ideas whirling inside of her head.
“Your queen would enjoy a more… private ensemble.”
JUNKRAT
The Aussie was head over heels for you, that much was plainly obvious by the way he would talk about you and show you off.
There was something about you though that rose suspicions.
The way you would sneak off and come back late at night. While he knew you weren’t screwing around, something unfamiliar settled in his stomach.
One night, he followed you, the nighttime heat on the back of his neck.
Upon entering a small, unmonitored establishment, Jamison could feel the hairs on his arms stand up.
He peered around the back, eyes searching for you and when your voice echoed through the dimly lit room, tones changing quickly as you sang, did the junker find his heart fluttering.
His partner, the love of his life, the one he trusted everything with…
You were singing for others, but never for him.
He wondered why, but when he realised that you were the most sought singer in the entirety of Junkertown, he understood.
Time passed before you eventually came home, seeing Jamison sleeping on the bed.
Lazily, he cuddled up with you, hand stroking your stomach as he mumbles out sleepily;
“You have the voice of an angel.”
ROADHOG
Nothing could’ve prepared him for such a relationship between him and you.
Never had he thought someone would love him the way you do, so when you invited him out on a date several weeks into the relationship, he was almost startled.
For once, the man dressed up nice, smart suit and tie and he made his way over to one of the more prestigious places in Junkertown.
By almost begging the queen, you managed to get him in unharmed, guards escorting him into the building and standing around to keep a watchful eye on you.
At first he was confused as to where you were, but when a familiar voice sang out, stage lit up beautifully despite half of the bulbs flickering, his ears perk up.
He looked up, eyes widening as he witnessed his partner, the one singer he had on repeat for the last few months, was there on the stage.
He couldn’t believe it at first, but the subtle smiles and winks you passed to him was all the confirmation he needed that it was indeed you.
He was dating one of the well known and renowned singers in all of Junkertown.
It makes his head spin, the excitement taking over as he can’t help but stand and applaud when the act is over.
Mako grasps you firmly, pulling your body flush to his as he wipes the bead of sweat from your cheek.
“You have kept this from me?” His voice was low, gruff as he watched you.
