Juno
Words Of Affirmation - Tell her she’s doing good, that she’s wonderful, help her with her confidence. Help her learn words of affirmation for herself and help her grow. She’s so good at being there for others, building them up that she needs it too.
Mizuki
Gift Giving - He will always be buying you little trinkets and good luck charms, matching bracelets for you and him. He’ll bring you snacks to keep you going, if you're studying/working. Imagine also buying him good luck charms, if they are from you they are triple lucky!
Domina
Words Of Affirmation - Physical Touch: She’s spent so much of her life being moulded into what she presents as now, that just having someone she loves tell her she’s perfect for who she is, to reassure her she’s valid and important as the person she is behind the mask means the world to her. She’s also touch-starved, she’s been put on a pedestal for as long as she can remember, treated like glass, untouchable, unattainable. Just to be held close, a hand running through her hair. Brings her back to feeling human and cherished.
Kiriko
Quality Time - Spending time with the people she cares about most in the world is such a big deal for her. She doesn’t need grand gestures, gifts, words, just be with her, present in the moment. At her side when things get rough and unwaveringly loyal.
Lifeweaver
Words Of Affirmation - We have seen how he showers his friends with words of affirmation, he’s so open with his compliments and feelings he would absolutely bathe the people he loves in all his attention and praise. Daily, he’s telling his partner such sweet things, compliments rolling off his tongue and as flowery or as cheesy as they sound he still means every single word.
Summary: Shion is obsessed with you and all her plans lead to making you hers.
Content/Warning(s): Obsessed/slight stalker Shion, sexual harassment (not from Shion), threats of murder/death, Shion's face/mouth doesn't move as much as the animation but her mouth does open and tongue does move, some of reader's appearance is described (a dress, nipple piercings, bush,,, all because I said so!!), SMUT (MDNI), f/f, public sex, semi clothed sex for a bit, fingering, dom!shion and sub!reader, shion shows you what that mouth do, red strap-on, penetration, slight praise and title play/kink, handcuffs, Shion leans into a stone-top/touch-me-not area.
A/N: Phew, i haven't written for Overwatch in so long but I am so down BAD for Shion guys (and emre) that I had to write something for her. I used to have an overwatch writing blog lmaoo but i'd rather post here. Enjoy!
Shion doesn't have weaknesses. Through the years she's been awakened, she's meticulously selected who she lets “in” and crafted a loyal network for her disposal. Ruthless and efficient are two principles she strives to lead and live by.
And yet, you seemed to have wormed your way into her chassis.
You're a human; a fleshy, soft, weak little thing that works the graveyard shift at a convenience store under the Hashimoto's protection (so long as the owner pays his dues and allows the storage of weapons and other smuggled goods). It was only one glance at you through the store's window that made Shion become obsessed with you. Was it your meek disposition? Your unjudging eyes whenever she stopped by? Or how you knew to immediately call her Lady Shion?
Whatever caused it, it is infuriating. A pretty, weak little thing isn't much use to her, and yet she cannot get you out of her mind. Yes, she's always had a taste for beautiful things such as yourself and has taken her fair share of partners, but never has someone affected her like so.
Her ride around Tokyo hasn't cleared her thoughts and she finds herself under the neon red LED lights of the storefront. She parked her bike around the corner to surprise you. She always likes seeing how your eyes brighten when she enters the store or how you greet her warmly despite the clear power she holds. And soon, she hopes, she'll have you in her claws.
Preferably underneath her as you sob her name.
Her optical receptors shift and focus when she sees two strange men leaning against the counter and the terse smile on your lips. It's clear by the colors that accent their clothes and the insignia on their backs they are from a rival clan. She feels her system heat with anger that they not only are in her territory, but they are bothering you.
“So, why don't you come with us for a bit. I'm sure if you were gone for a few moments it wouldn't harm anything here.” One of the men speaks as he reaches out to brush the backs of his fingers against your cheek. You visibly recoil from his touch and that angers Shion.
“You should not touch what does not belong to you.” Her voice is like a purr as she stalks behind the two. Her hand darts out like a viper and grabs the man's wrist in a crushing hold, practically yanking him away from your face.
“O-Oh, shit! It's Shion!” The other man yells and stumbles away, nearly knocking over the chip display. His eyes dart between Shion, you, and his buddy as he steps back again, clearly unsure if he should just run or try to help his friend. Shion's grip tightens further and she finds enjoyment at the sounds of his bones cracking. She yanks him away from the counter, letting go of his wrist to push him towards the exit with his friend. Both of them waste no time scrambling out the door and running off down the dark street.
A rush of air escapes her components as she turns her face to you. You're already smiling her way while you let out a relieved sigh.
“Lady Shion…” You murmur in that sweet voice of yours, making her feel like she is short circuiting. “Thank you.”
“Do not thank me, little dove. I am just glad I decided to stop by tonight.” Shion tuts softly as she reaches over to touch where that filth touched you, as if to rid you of him. You don’t flinch from her and that pleases Shion. “Perhaps we should move you to work days…much safer.”
“Would you still visit me if I worked during the day?”
“Of course. I make sure all my little pets are well taken care of.” She coos and is slowly moving her hand back from your face. Your eyes glance to her neck, likely staring at the lights when she talks, before shyly looking away. You try to hide your smile and Shion knows her words have an effect on you. It pleases her.
She stares at you, her optics shifting slightly as she processes her next words. She sets her hand down on the counter and leans forward with her gaze still on you. Her head tilts to the side as your breath catches in your throat and yet you still don't back away from her. She hums, the sound is mechanical compared to a human's.
“Are you free tomorrow night, little dove?”
“Ah, I work-”
“No, you don't.” The look of surprise on your face makes Shion laugh. “I will have coverage for you. Tomorrow, I want you to come with me to one of my clubs. I can pick you up. Would you like that?”
“Oh, I don’t think I've ever been to a club before. That will be fun.” You give her another smile and it pleases her to hear you easily comply. “I can write down my address for you, Lady Shion.”
“Yes.” She murmurs, despite already knowing your address. She’s already learned all your habits and routines.She knows you live alone save for the cat you took in a few months ago, that you live in a slightly run down apartment building she plans to buy soon, how you have an ex that her men of seen linger near your building on random days and times, that you use a bicycle to get to work, and that you don’t have many friends except a close few that visit every so often (all that she’s vetted for your safety, and to make sure you’re not dating any of them). She’s properly learned about her prey, and now it’s time to lead you into her den. She watches you feed out some blank receipt tape before scribbling down your address in pen.
“Here you go, the parking is a little weird.” You hand over the slip and Shion takes the receipt paper with the utmost care.
“I will be there at 8pm.” She turns away from the counter, her heels clicking against the tiled flooring. She turns her head so her optics can look at you. “Wear something nice, but casual…And expect some dancing.”
And then she leaves, after calling for someone to guard the store while you’re there.
—
Shion arrives a few minutes before the time she told you. She pulls off her helmet and jacket–items she never wears but wants you to wear–and slides off her motorcycle. She wears a red suit jacket and short dress along with her heightening heels. She prefers her usual attire consisting of a matching white suit jacket and slacks, but tonight is special.
Tonight is the night she plans to make you irrevocably hers.
She walks through the squeaky door and glares at the run down surroundings of the hall. The elevator is still taped and closed off but luckily for your sake you only live on the second floor. She climbs the steps slowly, timing it right so when she arrives at your apartment 202 she’s there on time. Her metal fingers knock against the wood and she can hear a soft curse on the other side followed by rapid footsteps.
You open the door with a smile, your heels in hands.
“Lady Shion!” You exclaim, holding the door open. “Come inside. Don’t mind the mess. I just need to get these on.”
Shion walks inside and her optics shift to take in everything she can of your open space. It’s very homey, and it is very you. Little trinkets line the shelves that have various books and framed pictures along them. The two seater couch has slightly sunken in cushions and is draped in various blankets. She spots the cat tower in the corner, well used with various toys around it.
But when her vision looks to you in the kitchen, her body freezes.
You’re wearing a slick, deep red (her favorite color) a-line mini dress that hugs your chest just right and the hem is short enough to where she gets a perfect view of your thighs. She hopes that you will bend over enough to see what you have underneath your clothes.
The sound of a can opening and little footsteps racing out the nearby hall snap her out of her daze.
“Sorry, it’s Rex’s dinner time. Then I will be ready to go.” You call over your shoulder as you scoop out some of the flaky, wet food onto a small plate. You move to the right of your kitchen, keeping your back to her. Shion is quick to move into the kitchen and she watches as you slightly bend down at first before squatting to set the bowl of wet food for a very happy cat. Shion caught a glimpse of something lacy underneath. She feels her body heat up for a fraction of a second before she wills her components to cool off.
“That is okay. We are not on a schedule, little dove.” She coos, her optics stay focused on you. They never leave your figure as you move back to the living room and sit on your couch, slipping on the short heels. Shion can't help but drag her gaze up your legs. She never cared much about humans. She could admire their beauty with appreciation, but you…you were another level of beautiful to her.
And you will be all hers soon.
“Okay, I'm ready.” You stand up and pick up the small purse left on the coffee table. “I hope this dress is alright. I don't go out much unless one of my friends drags me out.”
“You look perfect.” Shion purrs and steps up to you, invading your space. She tilts her head down to your bare neck and your tantalizing cleavage. Her gaze lifts to meet yours, tilting her head as she softens her voice,“I have a gift for you.”
“You didn't have to do that. I don't have anything for you, Lady Shion.”
“Oh, but I did. And your company alone tonight is all I need.” She keeps her voice soft, luring you closer to her until she steps back. She puts her hand in her jacket, pulling out a velvet box. “You look gorgeous, my little dove, but I think this will further accentuate your beauty.”
Your hands gently take the box and you slowly open it, revealing a silver necklace. The chain is dainty and the small pendant is of a sculpted tiger; a symbol stating you're claimed by Shion. “This is gorgeous, I don’t know how I can accept something like this, Lady Shion.”
“Accept it by wearing it.” She plucks the box from your hands and carefully pulls out the necklace she had made for you. She deftly unclasps it and walks around your body. She drapes the jewelry along your collarbones, purposefully making sure to touch your soft skin in the process as she brings it up to your neck. It's a short chain and it sits like a collar as she reclasps it, letting her fingers linger on you before pulling away.
You slowly turn to face her with that adorably shy smile on your face, your own finger tips coming up to touch the pendant. “Thank you… You look amazing too, by the way.”
Shion chuckles, “Sweet little dove, you flatter me. Now, let's get going.”
She offers her arm to you and you gently looped yours with her. Her voice hums out, satisfied, as you both leave your apartment. You briefly move away from Shion to lock the door before returning by her side. She almost laughs when she watches your surprised face stare at her bike and ask if that's what you both are riding.
“Yes, I rarely travel without it. It is very…exhilarating. You can wear my helmet and jacket.”
“What about you?”
“I usually ride without it.” She feels the same warmth as you look at her in amazement before you walk up to her motorcycle. Shion lifts the helmet and jacket she left on the seat and hands them over to you. She watches you slip on her jacket and then her helmet with her help. She swings her leg over the bike and starts the engine. “Hop on the back, little dove, and do not be scared to hold on tight.”
“This will be the first time I’ve ridden one of these.” Shion feels you get behind her and feels your hands tentatively rest on her hips.
“Oh, little dove, you will need a firmer hold.” She laughs and revs the engine. She doesn't hesitate to take off, hearing you yelp before your arms wrap tightly around her waist. You're pressing yourself against her back and Shion finds herself relishing in the warmth your body puts off. She hopes to feel more of you later tonight. She can hear your giggles and soft squeals as she weaves through traffic, speeding knowing no one will stop her.
Shion slows down once they approach the Tiger's Den, one of more popular clubs owned by her and the Hashimoto's. She parks her bike and gets off before offering her hand to you to help you off. You slip off the jacket and helmet, and worriedly try to fix the slight helmet hair that it gave you. Shion laughs and struts close to you, her hands moving carefully as she helps neaten your hair for you. She offers her arm to you again and this time you aren't hesitating on looping yours with hers.
You both walk down the stone steps, the red LED casting a haunting glow. The people waiting in line watch you both cut to the front of the queue. The bouncer didn't even question it, having automatically recognized Shion. The music is light and the vibrations of the bass can be felt through the floor. There's a sea of people dancing in the flashing lights while there are plenty others lining the walls in chairs or at the two different bars available. Shien leads you to her private booth in the corner and other patrons know to keep their distance from her and those with her.
Shion pulls you in close when you both sit on the plush seats. Her hand slides from between your shoulder blades to your hip as she keeps you pressed against her side. She hums softly as your eyes take in the club. She reaches over and slides the thin drink menu and the small food menu in front of you.
“Go ahead and order whatever your heart desires. It is my club after all.”
“Anything I want?” Your voice is just loud enough to be heard over the upbeat music and she has to stop herself from leaning in closer. She can see the way your eyes dart to her face's lips and then down her chest before meeting her optical receptors again. Shion can see the mischievous glint appearing in your eyes for a moment before a bashful expression appears.
“Oh, do not shy away now, my dove.” Her teasing tone is clear as day and she loves to watch you squirm.
“I'm…trying to be bolder with you, Lady Shion. You just intimidate me a little.”
“I haven't given you a reason to fear me, have I?” Shion coos in faux concern as she keeps her optics locked on you. She can't resist reaching up to touch your cheek with the lightest of touches before she pulls away.
“I'm not afraid.” You glance away and look down at the menu. “I don't know how obvious it is but I think you're really pretty and very much above me, so it intimidates me.”
Oh.
She was not expecting that answer.
“Oh, my little dove.” The grin in her voice is evident at your confession. Her hand shifts and she grasps your thigh, squeezing it as gently as she can to not scare you off. She tries to smile though her face plate is a little too stiff for movement yet. “You captured my interest when I first met you. You are beautiful and if you will let me, I would like to make you mine tonight.”
She sees you blink and it makes her giggle softly. She moves her hand to caress your inner thigh, creeping upwards slowly before pulling back. Shion speaks again, “Would you like that, little dove?”
You don't respond and Shion tilts her head. She thinks she's overstepped but then she feels your warm, soft hand tentatively rests on her knee. “Just for tonight?”
“Oh no. Once I sink my claws into you, you'll be mine forever.” She can see the happy look in your eyes and then the shyness too. She takes a moment to scan the crowd and her eyes shift and focus on a particular figure she spots. She knows him. She recognizes him as that pesky ex that refuses to leave and lingers in the peripheral of your life. He’s someone she does not want you to see again, both for your sake and her plans. “Why don’t you go dance for a song or two? I have something to take care of and then I will come and get you.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Go, enjoy yourself, little dove.” She regrettably moves away from you to get out of the booth before offering her hand. She helps you out of the booth, keeping you close to her before stepping back. “Do it for me and I will give you a little reward afterwards.”
“O-Okay.” You give her a hesitant smile and Shion nearly growls at the heated look you give her. You turn and walk onto the dance but take another second to glance back to Shion, before you merge with the crowd. She doesn’t worry. She knows she can find you anywhere and with her pendant sitting at your collarbones, most should know not to touch what is hers or else they will end up dead in some alley.
Shion shifts through the crowd with graceful ease. People avoid her as she makes her way to the wall where that man is leaning with his friends. She focuses on him and she wouldn’t be opposed to slitting his throat where he stands. If you weren’t somewhere nearby she would. Shion slinks up to the man slowly, her body tightens and is ready to fight if necessary.
“Yeah, I saw my ex here. I wonder if she’ll still let me hit.” He cackles to the man next to him. She feels a sickening heat course through her system at the way he speaks about you. It makes her feel disgusted. “She gets so needy, I bet she would-”
“Hello, gentlemen.” Shion saunters up to him and she can see how his face seems to lighten up with interest. She doesn’t even give him a chance to say anything more. Her hand darts out violently, clasping tight around his neck. His friends exclaim loudly and try to stop her, but her loyal employees are already stopping them. Shion cocks her head to the side as he struggles for air and her optics shift to pinpoints as she relishes in the pain and fear on his reddening face.
“You and your friends will leave my club. And if you ever sniff around her,” She says your name and she can tell her hair has shifted by how the man’s eyes focus on her forehead and then her neck. “I will destroy you. Do you understand?”
He manages to nod despite Shion’s grasp on his throat.
“Good.” She holds on to him a few seconds longer for letting go. She doesn’t stay to watch him fall to the floor or scramble to his feet to leave. She simply turns away and starts to look for you. She shifts through the bodies dancing, the floor thrumming from the bass in the song. She catches that deep red dress you’re wearing and her systems heat up again in a different way.
Shion reaches you near the edge of the dance floor, your back to her as you’re swaying to the beat. She hums as she steps behind you and places her hands on your hips. She feels you jump and you turn around looking startled, but when you see her you relax in her hold.
“Hi, Lady Shion.” You drawled just loud enough over the pulsing music, an easy smile on your face.
She chuckles, “Did you have a drink, little dove?”
“Just a shot or two. I…” You chuckle and lean forward against Shion’s body. “I needed some confidence, is all.”
“You needed confidence for me? What shall I do with you?” She tilts her head. “Do you want your reward now?”
“I wouldn’t be opposed to that.”
Those were the right words, little dove. Shion thinks to herself as she intertwines her fingers with yours. She leads you both back to her booth and instead of pulling you next to her, she drags you to straddle her lap. She can see the flustered look on your face and it makes her chuckle. She places her hands on your hips with a squeeze to feel how soft you are under your dress. Her nails dig into the material and she slowly pulls the fabric up.
“Here? In-In front of everyone?” You look scandalized and it makes Shion teasingly coo at you.
“Not everything, my little dove. I just want to touch you. No one will care here. No one will see.” She can see the faint glow of her neck against your skin and dress when she speaks. Her fingers pull your dress up more until she can see the lacey black panties covering your core. “Tell me to stop and I will. Otherwise, I want to play with my little dove until the main event.”
You let out a shaky breath and nod. Shion hums, pleased, as she leaves your dress bunched up at your hips. She drags her hands up your body while her eyes take in every little detail. She curls her fingers into your cleavage and pulls down the low neckline slowly. Her optics widen when she sees dainty piercings through your nipples, both pieces of jewelry donned with little rubies.
“My, my…you surprise me, little dove.” Her eyes watch how the streaks of light from the otherwise dim club catch the little gems and gleam tauntingly at her.
“I thought they would look nice on me.”
“They do. You look nice. You look perfect.” Shion feels her chassis heat up again at the sight of your smooth skin. Her hands cup your breasts and gently squeeze them. She hears how your breath catches and she cannot wait to hear more noises from that pretty mouth of yours. She circles your pierced nipples with her thumbs, feeling how they harden and how the bars beneath them shift. The music continues to blast around you both but neither of you seem to care. She can feel your skin heating up too with her touch sensors in her hands and she craves to feel more of that heat.
“Lady Shion…” You whimper just loud enough for her to hear.
“Let me take care of you, little dove. I will make you feel so good tonight…and every night forward.” She promises, letting her fingers dig a little more firmly into your flesh. She leans in close to your chest and a soft click is heard from her face. Her lips slowly part and she lets her synthetic tongue slip out to lick at your skin. She hears you gasp again as she trails her tongue over the soft mound of your flesh. She can feel you try to roll your hips and it makes her chuckle against your skin.
“I want to feel more of you.” Your voice pitches as your hands settle on the shoulders of her coat. Normally, she would shrug off the touch of her partners, but you will be her exception tonight, at least for now. Her hands leave your breasts to help move one of her legs between yours, before guiding your hips down on her thigh.
“Go ahead and get yourself off on me, little dove.” Her mouth is still open as her neck lights up as she speaks. She sees the growing heat in your eyes before her body nearly jolts as you start grinding your thin, damp panties against her solid thigh. A nearly inhuman growl leaves her as she leans back in.
Shion’s tongue circles one of your nipples and the jewelry that sticks through it as you slowly rock against her thigh. She can hear you moaning softly and the satisfaction that courses through her is euphoric. She’s getting you all hot and needy. She’s the one bringing you to this point. And she will be the only one to do so from now on. One of her hands drops down to rest on the top of your thigh while the other continues to knead and play with your other breast and hardened bud.
Shion can’t help but bite around your nipple, making you gasp and jerk your hips. Her tongue soothes over the perfect indents she left before biting the underside of your boob. She starts leaving bites all over your chest and breasts until her mouth finds your other nipple. Her hand on your hip encourages you to move your hips faster against her thigh. Shion can feel you start to press a little harder, feel how your hips angle so you’re rubbing your clit against her. She gives your pebbled skin a hard bite to match the other.
“So pretty, so responsive, my little dove.” She coos as she looks up to your clearly flustered face. She reaches up with her free hand to cup your cheek and she can feel the sizzling heat coming off you. She trails her fingers down to your throat and she stares hard at the necklace she put there. She’ll see about getting you a collar or a choker in the future.
“You feel good.” You manage to moan out as you start to lose yourself in chasing your own pleasure. Shion lets out a pleased noise at the sight. She pulls your upper half closer to her body and places her hand on your lower back. She feels your tuck your head against her neck and your hot breaths against her metal form. Your soft lips kiss her skin and her circuits jolt for a moment. She dips her hand lower, slipping it under your panties and over the cleft of your ass.
“Is my little dove wet for me?” Shion teases as she dips her middle and ring finger lower, gliding them through your soaked folds. She feels the way you shudder and hears your soft little noises over the music. “Do you want me to finger you while you rub your clit against me?”
“Y-Yes, God yes, Lady Shion.”
“Good girl.” Shion is satisfied with the use of her title. She moves away from your hot core for just a moment and she uses both her hands to grip the lacy fabric. She easily tears the fabric from your body and pulls it away so your wet cunt rubs against her thigh. She hears you gasp and your hips pause for just a moment. “Do not stop. Keep going until you come on my fingers.”
You whimper another soft ‘yes, Lady Shion’ before you start riding again, your clit dragging against her now slick thigh. She feels the slick curls covering your core and you twitch; it makes her crave more from you. Her hand caresses down your ass again, the same two fingers circling your weeping entrance. Your slickness coats her fingers and she chuckles at how eager you are to have them inside you.
“I will be careful with my nails, little dove.” She murmurs before she slowly inserts both her fingers into your tight, velvety heat. The way you moan makes her chassis shudder and lock up for just a moment, before she starts to shallowly thrust in time with your hips movements. She moans with you and she shifts her leg underneath you, pressing harder against your clit.
She can feel you shuddering and twitching. She can feel your walls starting to tighten around her wet fingers and Shion decides to move them faster. Her other hand helps your movements to the point where you're practically clinging to her body. She can feel you are so close and then suddenly…You’re crying out over the music.
Shion’s hand on your hip moves and buries itself in your hair to pull her away from her so she can see your face as you come. She can feel how tightly your walls squeeze her fingers as she keeps thrusting them through your orgasm.
“So beautiful” She praises softly, her fingers slowing before she finally pulls them away from your quivering heat. She brings them up to her mouth and licks them clean with her synthetic tongue. “And so sweet too.”
“I've never…” Shion watches how you seem to come to your senses after your orgasm. Your head swivels around slowly and she can see the growing realization on your face as the burning heat drops to a low simmer. But, as Shion told you, no one is even looking and she sees you relax. She just won't mention the fact that people know not to look at this booth when she is here.
She closes her mouth with a soft click and presses her hard lips to each nipple, still circled with her teeth marks. Shion helps pull your dress neckline back up to cover those perfect tits of yours (for now, of course), before her hands find your waist. She raises you off her leg much to her disdain and helps bring the hem back down to your thighs. Shion's hands massage the outer sides of your thighs as she peers up at your face. You're already staring at her and that arousing heat in your eyes has returned.
“Do you want me to return the favor?” Your hands gently squeeze her shoulders as your eyes scan her form.
“Oh, you are the sweetest, little dove.” She chuckles and gently encircles your wrists to pull your hands off her. “No, I do not want you to touch me tonight. I just want to explore you.”
And see what makes you squirm and cry beneath me. Shion thinks, but keeps that thought to herself.
She shifts you off her lap and slides out the booth, helping you out once again. Shion keeps her arm loosely around your lower back as she guides you away from the bumping dance floor. There is a low lit hallway she takes you down that is only lit up by soft, red LED lights lining where the ceiling and walls meet. A decorative door is at the end with her name written on a silver plate; her office. The door automatically opens, programmed her system, and then closes slowly with a soft lock once you both are inside.
It's sleek and low lit like the rest of the club, but the music is muted and the large fish tank in the back provides dappled lighting along the other walls. A plush, white couch resides in the corner and it's huge, perfect for what Shion plans for you. She saunters over her desk, her fingers gliding along the dark surface before she looks up at you.
“Make yourself comfortable, little dove.” Shion squats down behind her desk and the bottom draw clicks softly when she presses her hand against it. It slowly opens with a soft hiss and her optics gleam. She slowly picks up the new dildo attachment she acquired just for you and her to enjoy. She enjoys the look of a harness on herself and typically desires a level of separation with her partners, but this allows her to feel everything with you. She eyes the ball gag, handcuffs, the various vibrators, and the other sex toys she has on hand, and decides to grab the handcuffs.
Shion shuts the drawer with the tip of her shoe and saunters over to you, sitting stiffly on the couch. A sweet smile appears on that lovely face of yours and she can see the look of surprise on your face at what she has in her hands. It makes her chuckle softly as she stands close, giving you enough room to stand up.
“Undress, little dove.” Her optics stay on you as you stand and slowly reach behind you. She hears the slow sound of your zipper parting as you drag it down and she can see how the dress loosens and starts to sag on your body. Once unzipped, you pull it down until it drops and pools around your feet, leaving you almost completely bare to Shion save for the heels and the necklace she gifted you. “Perfect. Now, turn around for me and stay still.”
You obey, much to Shion’s delight, and turn away from her. She purrs deeply as she rakes her gaze down your back and to the slope of your ass. She tosses her attachment onto the couch so she can place her hand between your shoulder blades. Slowly, she drags it down the length of your spine before cupping one of your asscheeks, giving it a firm squeeze just to hear you gasp.
She doesn’t warn you when she guides both of your arms back one at a time, nor does she warn you when she clicks the handcuffs around your wrists. Perfectly caught and tamed, Shion thinks to herself. She guides you over to the arm rest and pushes you over it, leaving you bent over with your face pressed against the cushions with a soft whimper.
Shion kneels down and forces your legs apart so she can get a better view of your cunt. The short hair covering your folds are still soaked from earlier and she can tell your wet from renewed arousal. She grips your flesh, placing her thumbs on both of your lips, before spreading you open to her gaze. She feels you squirm for a moment and let out another soft noise.
“Do not worry, little dove, I will take you soon enough. I just wanted one more taste of you.” She murmurs as her face plate clicks and her jaw slowly opens. She presses her face against your weeping cunt and licks slowly from your entrance down to your still swollen clit. She hears you moan a little more loudly now that you both are away from the music and in the privacy of her office. She repeats the same motion slowly just a few more times before Shion focuses her synthetic tongue purely on your clit. She presses firmly against it, circling and stroking it with unwavering stamina. She can taste your sweetness and smell the heady arousal coming from you, and it nearly sends her system into overdrive.
She feels you attempt to push your hips back against her face and it makes her chuckle. Her hands glide past your ass to hold your hips while she takes her fill. She teases your entrance over and over again before dipping back down to your clit, just to bring you to the edge slowly. She can hear an almost defiant grunt from you and it makes her laugh against your heat. If she wasn’t planning on wanting to hear your noises or feel your legs wrapped around her later, she almost considers getting the ball gag and leg spreader out to keep you perfectly under control.
“There, there, little dove. You will come soon.” She promises. She presses her tongue inside you for the briefest of moments before pulling back completely. Her mouth clicks shut again and she stands up to her full height. She finds purchase on your hips and she presses herself against your folds and ass. She hears a needy, slightly muffled, noise come from you as she grinds herself against you. “Let’s get you on your back. See if you can do that for me. Are you ready for me to fuck you now, little dove?”
“Y-Yes, Lady Shion.” Your voice sounds breathless as she offers just enough assistance to help you stand back up, before you are laying yourself out on her large couch–hands still cuffed behind your back and your legs kept apart for her. She chuckles and slowly slips off the coat she's wearing before she unzips her dress and lets it fall to the floor. She saunters up the couch and watches how you look at her.
She's had human partners look at her with disgust when she reveals her omnic body and yet you still hold that lustful, obedient gaze for her. And beneath the heat, there lies an emotion Shion can scarcely recognize: adoration and something deeper. For a split second, she softens and an unfamiliar feeling washes over her.
Her optics unfocus and then refocus, refocusing on the moment and not on feelings. She grabs the attachment she threw on the couch and only takes a few seconds to click it into place. She hums at the new sensations that course through her chassis. Her fingers stroke over the red toy and she rolls her head at the feeling. She knows she can press her fingers into the base to start the vibrations, but she plans to use that once she is inside you.
Shion slowly crawls over you until her face plate is above yours. A rush of air leaves her system as the tip of her attachment rests against your hot cunt. She slowly grinds against you to test out all she can feel. “Are you ready, little dove?”
“Y-Yes, Lady Shion.” You all but whimper for her. She hums and grabs one of the decorative pillows before she helps slide it underneath your hips. One of her hands grips your thigh to keep it spread while the other helps glide the tip down to your entrance. Shion slowly rolls her hips forward and takes in a sharp breath as she feels your tight heat. Every gear in her body…every little component feels on fire. Her systems are overwhelmed but in the best ways possible.
“My little dove…You feel so good.” Shion coos and if her face plate could allow it, she would be smiling down at you. She continues to push her hips forward while you make the softest, sweetest noises she's ever heard. She can feel the way you clench around her attachment and how your body opens up perfectly for her. The pillow keeping your hips angled lets her reach as deep as she can inside you, your flesh flush against her metal body.
“Oh my God.” You murmur out, your arms shifting behind your back. Your hips move ever-so-slightly and you whimper. Her hand shifts on your hip to keep you still as her eyes faze over your body. You're taking deep breaths, your chest heaving and your back arching slightly from your wrists bound behind your back. She can see how your shoulders shift and feels how your hips want to move despite her firm hold, and it pleases her to see you so needy beneath her.
“Would you like me to move, little dove?” She murmurs above you, her optics dilating at the sight of her neck’s red glow flash against your skin. You pitifully nod and Shion tuts in response. She moves her hand holding your thigh to cradle the side of your neck. “Use your words.”
“Please…Please move, Lady Shion.”
“Very good.” Shion pulls her hips back until the tip of the red attachment is all that's inside you. She moves her hold from your neck and gently squeezes the base of the artificial cock, starting the lowest setting. She lets out a soft moan of her own as she feels the same vibrations while your breath hitches in response. Languidly, Shion rolls her hips forward and nearly growls at how you clench around her.
“I…I want to touch you, Lady Shion. I want to hold on to you.” You whimper through her slow thrusts.
“Next time, little dove. Now, wrap your legs around me.” Her hands help get your legs around her waist before she leans forward, caging you beneath her. She keeps her pace slow and steady just to work you up and make you needier beneath her. Plus, she wants to savor this moment.
Shion anchors her grip on your hip while her other hand trails up and down your soft body. She feels every tremble, hears every little whimper and moan coming from your sweet lips. She thrives in this kind of setting; with her in control and taking what belongs to her. She feels your slickness coating her and she nearly growls.
She picks up the pace, hitting faster and deeper inside your tight heat. She shifts your hips and further presses into you as she savors you. Your noises grow louder in her office, no longer caring about who might hear (not that anyone can hear the music in the main club.) In a split decision, Shion is quick to grab the back of your knees to further open you up. She hears you cry out but she knows it's a sound of pleasure rather than pain.
“Oh, so good my little dove. So good.” Her voice grows higher in pitch like it always does when she gets excited. Shion feels spark-like sensation shoot through her chassis and she can't help but pause for just just a split second to turn the vibrations up as high as they can go–keeping it a steady buzz rather than any of those pulsing settings that don’t always work–before she resumes fucking you into the couch.
“Sh-Shion-!” You stutter out as your neck arches your head back. It's the first time you've called her by just her name and it does something to her. Respect is always required. It’s what Shion demands and deserves. But with you that urge to correct isn’t present. At least not now. Maybe in the future, after this. After you are bound to her for as long as your human body lives. Her beautiful little dove that she will keep in a gilded cage. Hers alone.
“That’s it. Lose yourself to me. Give yourself to me.” The vibrations consistently pulse between you both and she can feel you tightening around her. Her hands caress over your body, gripping at one of your breasts while the other settles on your mound. Her thumb presses roughly against your clit to further push you over the brink. The necklace still around your neck shines in the low lighting and it makes her feel more possessive over you. “Tell me you are mine as you come.”
She watches how your chest shudders with each sharp breath you take in and she can see how your eyelids threaten to close with each flutter that you’re nearly there. Shion keeps up her unrelenting pace even as she feels her own body’s components begin to shift and tighten. Just a few more thrusts, a few more touches-
“K-Kiss me, please.” You whisper, the words sounding so quiet compared to all the noises you both were making. “I’ll be yours, just kiss me.”
Shion’s eyes shift, the optics expanding wider at your little request. She falters and she feels that familiar electric feeling pulse through her from her own arousal and something else–something deeper. She chuckles at first, and then laughs as she leans over you, her hips stopping with her completely inside you. Her hand on your chest slides up and grips your jaw to keep you still as she stares unblinkingly into your eyes.
“What a request.” She murmurs as her nails dig ever so slightly into your flesh. She feels you clench and it makes her chuckle. Shion says nothing else as she leans down and presses her hard lips against your soft one. Her face plate doesn’t move and she doesn’t open her mouth, letting you desperately kiss at the hard metal.
Without warning, Shion starts to move again with deep and hard thrust. You moan against her lips and she all but growls. She lets go of your jaw and slips that hand behind your head to keep you close while her other arm wraps under your back to further tilt your hips. You gasp, your breath hot against her mouth, and before she registers it, your tongue swipes against her lips.
A soft click is heard between your needy breaths and moans, her face plate shifts and her jaw opens. Her synthetic tongue delves between your parted lips, mimicking her hips’ movement. You arch against her, your legs trembling, as your breaths get quicker and quicker.
“I’m yours-!” Your words are muffled and distorted from her tongue as you finally break. She lets you pull back and she stares at your face as your walls tightly clench and release around her. Your beautiful eyes are watery as your mouth hangs open in a silent scream.
“So beautiful.” The sight and all she was feeling is enough for Shion to groan out. Her orgasms weren’t like humans, but it still felt as intense as she assumes it is for you. Her artificial parts tense and release as sparks shoot through her circuitry. She shudders and she stills, and she feels you twitching as her attachment still vibrates. Parts shift and air releases from her as her chassis goes through the euphoric sensations. She releases her hold on you so she can prop herself up over you, her jaw clicking closed.
“Ah…” You gasp with a twitch from the attachment still vibrating. Shion chuckles and lets it buzz for a few seconds longer just to drink in your twitching and soft gasps, before she reaches down and turns it off. She trails her hand up your still trembling form before gently caressing your neck, her nails gently dragging along your heated skin.
“You are mine now, understand?” She murmurs, her optics never leave your glossy, half-lidded eyes. “You are under my protection, under my care. Everything about you and your life are mine. There is no escaping me once my claws are hooked.” And just to emphasize her point, Shion digs her nails into your skin just enough to make you gasp. “Tell me you understand.”
“I-I understand, Lady Shion.” You stutter out and for a moment she thinks there is fear in your voice, but one look at your face tells her you are more than pleased. She hums, content with your answer, and slowly slides out of you. You whimper and your thighs twitch once before the attachment is completely outside of you, glimmering with your release. She takes it off and tosses it aside before she goes back to caressing your flesh. It’s her way of after care.
“Good. Now relax, little pet. I will take off your handcuffs soon, get you whatever you want to eat and then I will take you home.”
“Will you stay with me?”
None of her partners asked her that and she feels that ache in her chest plate. “Of course, little dove.”
Shion takes longer than usual. She gets the cuffs off your wrists and massages the skin there gently when she sees the irritation marks there. She helps you get dressed, helps tidy up your hair once again even though the helmet will surely muss it up again before putting her own clothes back on. She walks you through the club with you pressed right against her side, glaring at anyone who stares too long. She brings you home as quickly as she brought you to her club, your cat unhappy that you were gone during peak cuddle times.
She volunteers to undress you once more and helps get you into your sleeping clothes. It’s so unlike Shion, but she wants nothing but the best care for you now that you are hers. And who better to ensure you are treated properly than herself?
She doesn’t require sleep like a human does, but she still lays beside you. You don’t curl up against her and cuddle, though you do keep your hand intertwined with hers. It warms her system greatly.
You fall asleep beside her and she cannot help but pull you against her, just to feel your softness again. Her optics dull as Shion relaxes as what is hers is safely in her arms.
hihii idk when you’ll get around to this, but could you write something about Moira from Overwatch comforting a very upset reader?? not really upset about a specific thing, but the reader is distraught
thanks ^^
Táim Anseo Dhuit
Moira O'Deorain x GN!Reader
Warnings: Maybe OOC Moira? Short, no actual warnings tbh
Being with Moira was, far from easy. Her personality was difficult, and often Angela would come to you asking you to please reason with her for a multitude of reasons. You sit on your two's shared bed, as she works away in her office the room over. You hated how others spoke of Moira, even in front of your face knowing you two had started something official recently. Sometimes the whispers get to you, you can’t help it. You read through the Overwatch agencies group chat, and spot Moira's name from Angela. You read over the not kind words shared between her and others. Tears begin to well up in your eyes, and you lock your phone. A sniff escapes from yourself, and you bring your sleeve up to your eyes attempting to wipe away the tears that threaten to spill.
Moira works away in her medical office, reading and flipping through a clipboard of papers with a small sigh. Her eyes narrow as she sits the clipboard down, pinching the bridge of her nose. She decides to take a small break, and leaves her office dropping her white coat onto the floor behind her. She shuts her lab door, and makes her way into her bedroom where you sit on the bed. As soon as she walks in she can sense there's something wrong. "(Y/n), is something the matter?" She smoothly questions, bed dipping in where she sits by yourself. You look at her with slightly teary eyes, shaking your head no, even though that's obviously not true. She gives a small hum, leaning closer to yourself taking your face into her own hand at the chin, tilting your head up at her; as she sits a bit taller than you on the bed. "A ghrá, if you do not wish to tell me what troubles you that is fine, though do not lie to myself." She places a small kiss onto your lips, eyes staying narrowed with an unreadable expression as she pulls away.
You sniff a bit, leaning your face into Moira's hand that rests at the side of your face, against your cheek. You stare into her bi-colored eyes, and she stares back, not breaking the gaze. She uses her thumb to wipe away tears from your eye, as they slow down to a stop. She gives you a small, half smile, though it looks more like a smirk on herself. “Whenever anything is wrong, (y/n), you may only ask for my help, yes?” Her hand leaves your face, and comes to your hand, she intertwines her slender fingers with yours, and uses her other hand to pet your hair softly, smoothing it out. As her hand sinks into your hair, your worries fade away, the words you read from others leave your mind, and Moira continues her petting at your hair, running her fingers through it, combing it back. You give her a smile, “better now?” She questions yourself.
You nod to her, and squeeze her hand that is interlocked to yours, playing a bit with her fingers. She lightly pulls you forward, herself falling back into the plush mattress you two had been sitting upon, pulling you onto herself to coddle you kindly. It feels uncharacteristic, though you know how her sharp edges soften for you. You lay, head against her chest as she keeps a hand in your hair, her other hand rests at the small of your back. You blink slowly for a moment, then close your eyes shut, beginning to let yourself drift off in Moira’s arms.
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Character count: 3,150
A/N: This was so much shorter than I intended, and I know you said reader has no reason for being upset but my brain had an idea and I ran with it 😖 I hope you enjoy! (Also the title means “I am here for you” it’s actually one of her voice lines from the game!)
[Gonna try my hand at formatting non-ask fics in a prettier manner. Let me know what y'all think!]
NSFW! Cole CassidyxF!Reader
To you, there were two inevitable rules when you slept wrapped up in Cole's arms. One, you would have the warmest, most tranquil sleep of your life while spooned against his body, his arm tucking you to his side like this was the only place you belonged. And two, your bladder would inevitably chase this moment away, demanding to be emptied the moment you begin to drift back into consciousness.
You had tried to reject the growing urgency but the waning darkness began to coax you from your dreams, consciousness creeping in bit by bit. Cole and you had shifted during the night, the man’s right arm still tucked around your body but not firmly locked around your hips as it had been the night before. You were still pressed snuggly against his side, the entirety of your body pressed into his; your right leg resting comfortably on top of his thigh, your hand curled against his hairy chest. A lazy smile tugged at your lips as you finally managed to open your eyes, thankful that it was still fairly dark in the room. Being at the far corner of the base did have its advantages, especially when you needed another half hour to face the sun.
Screwing your eyes up in another hard couple of blinks, the bleariness of sleep gave way to an eyeful of Cole’s chest, your own fist closing and squeezing a few times before you stole a glance up. Your smile grew into a full grin as you caught sight of Cole’s sleeping visage, warmth blooming through out you as you studied the man for a moment. In the growing light, you could see the smattering of freckles that covered his skin from head to toe from years of exposure to the New Mexico sunlight. His hair was damn near chocolate color in the dimness of the room, but flecks of auburn and cinnamon were peeking through bit by bit as the sun continued to rise.
You resisted the urge to snort as the man gave one quick snort in his sleep, biting hard on your bottom lip when he smacked his lips before his breathing evened out into quiet snores once more. The man had his left arm thrown over his face, but to you that did nothing to conceal his high cheekbones and battle crooked nose. A blush climbed into your face and crept down your chest, absolutely taken by how much you adored him.
Still, your bladder demanded reprieve and you needed to move before it became too late. You gingerly began to lift your leg off his, hand opening to gently smooth across his chest so you could fully untangle yourself from him without interrupting the man’s sleep. Once your legs were free from the man, you were able to scoot towards the bottom edge of the bed, carefully moving inch by inch so you didn’t jostle the man. As soon as your feet began to dangle over the edge of the bed, you pushed yourself the rest of the way off of the bed, tugging your long sleep shirt back down and rushing to the small, connected bathroom.
Gibraltar’s bathrooms were fairly simplistic, if not industrial; an open concept shower with shelves on the outside stacked with towels, toiletries and aloe vera plants. A small wall separated the shower and the toilet, the toilet neatly tucked in the corner and away from the entrance to the room. You didn’t waste time turning the lights on, sunlight beginning to filter past the frosted glass windows of the room and sending beams of sunlight against the mirror over the sink. Rushing towards the toilet you quickly finished your business, squeaking softly as the bidet activated as you finished, sleep quickly chased away as soon as the device cleaned you off. Might as well get started on the day.
Pattering over to the sink you quickly washed your hands, giving yourself a quick once over in the mirror before grabbing your toothbrush. Weary eyes and bedhead greeted your view, somehow managing to avoid the dregs of bedhead despite not pulling your hair up or wrapping it before falling asleep. Making a mental note, you knew you’d have to teasingly thank the cowboy for saving you from a completely bad hair day. Squirting a glob of toothpaste onto the brush, you leaned over the sink, eyes closing as you idly swayed side to side as you brushed your teeth. Your mind sleepily wandered over plans for the day and what to make for breakfast until your thought process was suddenly interrupted by two hands gliding over your hips. You sputtered, toothpaste dribbling down your chin in surprise as your eyes snapped open, greeted by the amused, half-lidded reflection of your boyfriend behind you.
“Jesus Cole”, you murmured, shifting your toothbrush to the side and grabbing a Kleenex from the shelf to wipe your face. “You scared me half to death!”
His hands gently rubbed your hips in small circles apologetically, the man dipping down to press a kiss to the back of your head, nuzzling into your hair as he stifled a yawn.
“’m sorry sugar”, he hummed, the sleep clinging to his voice dragging it down a few octaves. You were sure he felt the shiver that ran down your spine, his hands inching from your waist to your stomach, thumbs rubbing in comforting circles. “Woke up alone…”
He trailed off for a moment as you spit the remnants of toothpaste from your mouth and rinsed before fully leaning backwards into the man, the softness of his touch and torso contrasted by the hardness pressed against your ass. Cole had no problem admitting her was a clingy man, if you were in the room, he wanted to have some part of your touching him. Waking up without you there had probably sent the man into auto-pilot, seeking you out until he could hold you in his arms once more. Heat began to swirl lazily in you at his touch, his calloused fingers working small circles higher and higher, pausing until you rolled your hips back against his needily. A pleased rumble started low in his chest, the quiet growl growing when his fingertips grazed the underside of your breasts. Tilting your head back, your gazes locked, the needy hunger you shared making your entire body tremble.
“Damn”, Cole moaned softly, head canting to the side of yours as he pressed a hard kiss to your temple, your breasts suddenly engulfed in his hands. His thumbs barely grazed your nipples, your entire body jumping at the contact and moaning at his covered length pushing more insistently against your bare ass. “Y’know I can’t control myself when ya look at me like that, darlin’.”
“Then don’t”, you sighed, falling forward as his fingers rolled your nipples lightly, propping yourself up on the sink.
Groaning, Cole fell with you, nipping at the shell of your ear each time he tweaked your sensitive nubs, thighs squeezing tighter and tighter as each movement sent pure electricity into your clit. The man did not relent as you hips rolled and grinded hard against his boxer-briefs, the sensation of fabric making your overly sensitive pussy cry out for direct stimulation. You could the growing wet spot on Cole’s underwear, unsure if it was only you that could be blamed or if his cock was spilling pre-cum. Both of you were growing erratic, you legs shaking as you tried to press into him to provide some reprieve for your throbbing clit, him grinding into you as if the action would allow him to easily slip through the layers of fabric and inside. He refused to relinquish his hold on your breasts for the moment, husky breathing teasing your ears before pausing for one pregnant moment.
“Fuck!”
Your body jerked before melting, Cole’s teeth nibbling at the crux of your shoulder and neck before sinking in, the t-shirt providing little barrier from the delectably stinging onslaught. The way he pulled one hand away from your breasts to yank the neck of the shirt over, smothering the heated area with kisses made your heart flutter, knees wobbling as you clutched even harder at the sink to stay up. A whimper tumbled from your lips as his right hand dragged down your body and cupped your mound, one of his fingers barely dragging across the slit of your cunt. He inhaled sharply against your skin, his palm massaging your mound.
“Please”, you breathed as he applied more pressure, his fingers slipping up and down, pulling away right before he reached your clit. You whined as your eyes slipped closed and pleading words fell from you like a prayer. Heat and need poured from you like water, the man’s hand pulling back just slightly when you ground your hips down, the teasing making your head grow fuzzy. “Please Cole, pretty please.”
Stars burst behind your eyes for the briefest second as your knees fully buckled, the man firmly rolling two fingers around your overly sensitive clit. Pleasure raced through your body, your hands scrambling for purchase on the sink as you began to fall.
“Woah there”, Cole breathed out, hand quickly pulling away so his arm could wrap tight around your hips, his other arm wrapped right under your breasts. “Wasn’t expectin’ that huh?
Heat exploded in your cheeks as you finally managed to peek your eyes back open, twisting your head away from your reflection as it seared itself into your mind. You had come apart just from one direct touch, lips parted and eyes half-lidded, the ravenous look of Cole’s lust darkened eyes and ruddy cheeks making you want to take another plunge into pleasure.
“N-no”, you murmured petulantly before wiggling slightly, the man’s hold not loosening from around you. Lifting your arm weakly, you pointed towards the door, sticking your bottom lip out in a pleading pout. “Bed now? My legs ain’t gonna work through another round like that.”
You laid on the sugar thickly, a grin spreading on your lips as a husky grunt of affirmation rumbled against your back. It wasn’t needed but you knew the man loved his compliments, praise being a huge ‘secret not so secret’ kink of his. Twisting you around, you squealed as Cole’s hand slipped from around you hips to under your ass and thighs, the man quickly lifting you up using his prosthetic arm before balancing out with his other. His hands slid down to massage at your thighs as they wrapped around his hips, arms holding on tight to him as he sauntered back over to the bedroom.
“Oh baby you are incredible”, you hummed softly as you tilted your head forward, gently pressing your forehead against his, trapping his messy bangs between the both of you. You pressed several hard kisses to his lips, dissolving into half a dozen pecks, your fingers rubbing small circles against the back of his neck. “How am I supposed to think when you’re driving me crazy like this?”
You could feel the heat rise against the back of his neck, a pleased flush making the subtle freckles pop against his sun-kissed skin. His fingers dug into your thighs, enough pressure to let you know your words were boring straight to his core, his head dipping down and capturing your lips in a hard kiss. You melted into his touch, your arms wrapping even tighter about his shoulders as your torso fully leaned into his, nails scratching at the back of his neck and hair. Every ounce of growing need kept your lips locked with his, your teeth grazing at his lips only for him to catch your bottom lip between his, a desperate whine pulled from your chest.
“You stealin’ my words now darlin’”, Cole breathed heavily as he pulled away from you, tongue swiping out to taste your lips as his knee hit the bed. “Careful now.”
Cole was careful as he climbed onto the bed, your arms still locked around him as he dropped both of your legs onto the bed and trapped you between his. Your face burned as you stared up at the man, his gaze dancing over every single inch of your body as you returned the favor. There were times you forgot what a thick man he was; broad, muscular shoulders giving way to full, cup-able pecs and a solid set of abs covered in a soft layer of fat and hair. You had called the man a bear more times than you could count, Cole taking pride in the fact and patting his stomach or his thighs whenever he wanted your attention. Right now, however, his hands were playing with the waistband of his underwear, your breath catching in your chest as your eyes continued to trail downward.
His dick hung thick, hard and ready, the forest of pubic hair disappearing behind the grey and red waistband but you knew what lay just beyond. The fabric had been completely saturated in wetness, his precum beginning to bead through the fabric, his cock twitching under your hungry gaze. Your hand finally moved away from the back of his neck, working slowly down his chest to tweak at a nipple before it continued its journey towards its goal. Three of your fingers hooked into the waistband alongside his, your eyes pulling up from his cock, over his body and locking with his gaze again. Slow, heady breaths fell from his lips as you both paused, waiting to see who would act first. Smiling, you slowly lifted your brows in a teasingly demure manner.
“Please baby?”
Your tone dipped, desire making your tone husky, arching your back to push out your breasts, fingers gliding left and right playfully. Both of you adored taking charge at time but right now you wanted him to devour you alive, to fill you up and ravish you in a way only he knew how. Cole’s nostrils flared as his eyes broke away from your own to drink you in, hands clumsily pushing the underwear away and kicking them away behind him. Your head swam as you spread your legs further for him, eyes lingering on his thick, ruddy cock as he inched closer to you, his hand pumping his length as he fell over you. He swiped his length against your cunt once, then twice, his dick coated in your essence before he nestled himself between you lips, pushing forward agonizingly slow.
“Damn you feel so good”, Cole moaned, his head tilted back as he tried to hold some semblance of control and not slam into you completely.
His hand drifted dazedly from his cock to your hips, the tips of his fingers pressing into the flesh possessively as he sank into you inch by inch. Your breath caught in your throat as your walls hungrily sucked him in, whining low as he bottomed out and held you in place. Cole wanted to savor the feeling of your walls around him, letting out a slow hiss as he pulled back before slowly tilting his hips forward once more. You were so delightfully full of Cole, his cock thick and lightly curved upward, teasing every inch of your cunt while lightly teasing your g-spot with every thrust in. The cowboy’s thrusts were always so deliberate, at least at the beginning, because he wanted to twist you up higher and higher so you both could come tumbling down together.
Your hands twisted into the sheets with the first thrust, clawing and scrambling against the fabric for some type of purchase as he set that spine tingling pace. Tilting your head back, your eyes squeezed up tight as you felt the head of his cock brush against that sensitive bundle of nerves over and over, the man pulling half way out before sliding into you slow and steady. Your mind was growing hazy, getting lost in his touch as you rocked against him desperately, his hands tightening around your hip before releasing them. Trying to catch your breath if even for a moment, you squealed as the man’s hands traveled down your side and moved to under your knees. Your eyes snapped open as you looked at him, the man’s gaze half-lidded, the hungry wanton look in your eyes making your squeeze around the man in anticipation.
“C-Cole fuck!”
Cole had pinned your knees in place, the man’s hips pulling back briefly before snapping forward, his thighs clapping against your ass. You could barely breathe, the man was even deeper than he was before, your wetness punctuating each move he made when he drilled inside of you. A part of you wanted to look away, to squeeze your eyes tight and get lost in the feeling but Cole had pinned you in place, dark eyes glowing with loving desire.
“You look so damn pretty”, Cole sighed, punctuating each word with another snap of his hips, his words pouring over you like honey and setting every inch of your body aflame.
You finally managed to break eye contact, each snapping thrust making your head grow fuzzier and fuzzier, the back of your palms pressed against your eyes and cheeks to chase some coolness, some calm back into your body. You were coming undone in his arms and he knew it, Cole pressing even closer to you and settling your thighs on his hips and leaning close to you, completely enveloping you in the scent of tobacco leaves and musk and him. His cock throbbed hard inside of you as your legs wrapped about his thighs, pulling him even closer, a silent plead for him to end you.
“Come on now angel”, he sighed, voice tight with control, gently coaxing your hands away from your face with his own, your arms wrapping him to stabilize yourself somehow. “Don’t hide yer pretty face from me.”
His thrust picked up, his lips capturing the screaming moan that escaped them, his hands framing your face as he fucked you relentlessly. Nipping, licking, growling against your mouth and lips and tongue, his thumbs worked slow methodical circles against your face, the tender strokes punctuated by the unabated drive of his hips into your own. Your body began to come undone bit by bit; toes pointing hard as your thighs began to quiver, nails clawing at his shoulders as your walls milked the man. Cole kissed you through your orgasm, grunts and moans of praise tangling between both of your lips, his forehead crushed hard against your as the smack of his skin against yours grew faster and uneven.
“Please Cass”, you breathed against his lips, your body still riding wave after wave of pleasure, wanting to feel him spill inside of you. Your walls milked him even more as you felt him begin to throb, his body on the verge of falling completely over the precipice. “Please fill me up, please I need you baby, I want all of you. Every drop. Please”
Your words slurred as Cole buried his head in the crook of your neck, quiet promises falling against your skin as his hips slammed into your twice more before freezing. Shivering you pressed your lips to the top of his head, each throb of his cock sending bursts of lava throughout your center, your arms tightening even more about his shoulders. Cole was careful to not drop his entire weight on you as your legs finally released him, the man nuzzling into the side of your neck and pressing tender kiss after kiss against your dewy skin.
“Nmmmm I love you darlin’”, he murmured into the side of your neck, as your hands began to card through his hard slowly.
“Love you too Cole”, you hummed softly before stifling a small chuckle, the man inquisitively grunting against your skin. “But you might hate me…I gotta pee again…”
You've learned it's not easy being Genji's partner.
First there's the whole Overwatch business - he's always busy, following odd hours for other timezones in order to be functional for missions, training to be at his sharpest, getting tune-ups and such from the doctor whenever something breaks (and things frequently break when you're a cyborg ninja trying to save the world). At least most of his teammates are nice to you, and you even got Lúcio's autograph to boot. Maybe next time you'll work up the courage to ask for Zarya's...
Then there's his teacher, Zenyatta. You feel like you're practically sharing Genji with him half the time, with how often they're together (though you bear it gracefully, knowing how much the monk means to him). He seems to like you well enough though, and has given the occasional word of encouragement when you aren't so certain about your relationship.
And then there's his brother.
Hanzo is, to put it frankly, pretty hard to read, and you don't actually see him too often, but the times he is around... you're not sure if he judges everyone the way he seems to be judging you, or if it's just a bad case of resting bitch face, but either way it's not the most comfortable of interactions. But you put on a smile since Genji's always around when Hanzo's around, as if perhaps he's a little worried about how Hanzo might act without him around. Or how you might act.
But the way he takes off his helmet as soon as you're alone with him, takes a deep breath and sighs in relief? That alone is worth all the trouble that comes with being his partner.
... Okay maybe it's about the kisses and the sex too. He is pretty damn good at those. They're certainly nothing to complain about, that's for certain. And there's also something to be said for the way he says your name, like he's treasuring every letter of it before it leaves his mouth. Plus those beautiful eyes, always changing colors, full of adoration when he thinks you aren't looking? Just perfect. Hard not to be absolutely smitten when he's such a gentleman at all the right moments, too.
Of course, you're smitten right now with his head in your lap, hands brushing through the short green locks whose color he maintains so meticulously. It's a wonder he can keep it so soft still with all that coloring...
Though he's half asleep it seems, he still opens his eyes when your petting pauses, bright green to match his hair looking up at you curiously. "Getting tired?"
"Hm? Oh, no. Just got lost in thought is all."
"I see. And what were you thinking about?"
You pause for a moment, then shrug a little. "Not much, really. Just about how things have been lately."
He tilts his head a little in return, closing his eyes as you return to your petting. "How do you feel about it?"
"Well... worried about Null Sector, and all the other things going on right now, but also... happy? To be with you, and knowing you and Overwatch are working hard to stop all the bad things."
A smile tugs at his mouth, a bit lopsided thanks to one of his scars, and it makes you smile a bit as well. "We are doing our best, I promise. I would spend more time with you were it not for those things..."
"I can be patient. Being a hero is hard work, I get it!"
This time Genji laughs quietly, reaching up without even opening his eyes to let his fingers graze over your cheek. You lean into the touch, sighing. Moments like these are too far apart; you have to savor every second that slips by.
"I hope it is not too much of a burden to bear."
"Of course not! I just wish I could do more for you." It can be a struggle having to sit on the sidelines while he's out there risking his neck to save people and stop Null Sector.
His fingers catch on your jaw and guide you into leaning down, close enough for an upside down kiss that you're happy to give him. Once you've had your fill you start to pull back, but his hand has you remaining close enough to feel his breath tickle your skin as he says, "This is more than enough, to have you by my side."
"Then I guess I'll just have to stay here."
Another soft kiss, and then you're free to straighten up this time, taking his hand in yours while the other returns to combing his hair. Genji has his eyes closed again, but he's smiling as he lies there and you're pretty sure he won't drift off as easily this time.
Not easy being his partner, sure. But these moments make every oddity and issue absolutely worth it.
notes: enemies to lovers kind of vibe; reader has powers similar to tracer (sorry i'm not creative enough to come up with a new mechanic lmao); fluff-ish to angst and back to fluff
WARNINGS: canon-typical violence; serious injury to reader; kinda tsundere dynamics (idk if that should be a warning or not); use of the nickname darlin'; cassidy being a little shit lmao
The mission started like any other, just an ambush to some Talon operations. You and Cassidy were bickering the whole flight to Dorado, which wasn't out of the ordinary. The two of you fought often, but never with real malice. Mainly just a friendly rivalry that you both tended to take a little too far.
At least for you, bickering with him was just a way to hide your growing feelings for him. In this line of work, being too attached to your partner wasn't ideal, so Morrison kept you both as mission partners despite how much your rivalry annoyed everyone else around you. You and Cassidy operated with such synergy despite getting on the other's nerves. Missions usually went off without a hitch no matter how much you complained about having to deal with him.
Emphasis on "usually". This mission was one of the few where things went downhill quick. You were sent to Dorado to essentially cause a distraction. The intent was to ambush a meeting occurring between Talon and a local operation of Null Sector. The two of you had done this a thousand times. However, usually you never end up ambushing Doomfist himself.
You recognized his voice almost instantly, making you stop in your tracks. You waited until the voices got softer before whispering over the comms. "Cass, since when is Doomfist the one overseeing this meeting?"
Cassidy chuckled lightly. "If you get your part of the plan right, we shouldn't need to deal with him." His confidence made your blood boil.
Essentially, the plan was for you to find the fire alarm, then the two of you would go in guns blazing once most of the crowd dispersed. Hopefully most of the patrols would evacuate leaving them to deal with the ones actually partaking in the meeting.
Of course, this plan revolved around the fact that intel reported that Sombra was involved in a mission halfway across the world. Having the hacker watching the security feed like a hawk would ruin their plans. Unfortunately, someone didn't vet the truth of the information enough.
"Jefe, it looks like we have some Overwatch agents hanging around. Looks like one of them is at the security console."
"Copy that."
This mission was not worth dying for. "You know what, Cass? If you're so confident that Doomfist won't get in our way how about we trade roles then?"
"You know we probably could do that, we both know I'd deal with that situation better than you."
You could hear the smirk in his voice. He wasn't being rude, just cocky. You took a deep breath, which really served two purposes: 1) preventing yourself from snapping at him, and 2) calming your own nerves before dealing with one of the deadliest men in the world.
"Man I can feel the glare from across the warehouse." He chuckled. There was something about his tone that was slightly different. Was he nervous? He seemed like he was trying to distract both of you from the reality of the danger ahead of you.
"Cass, can you at least head over here as backup in case I need it?" This request changed the plan somewhat, but you were sure Morrison would understand. If not, you were sure Morrison could suck it up and deal with it.
You head his laugh through the comms. "I'll see what I can do, darlin'."
If you were in the same room, that would have probably earned him a playful slap on the arm, but luckily, he had the foresight to call you that when he wasn't in your proximity.
You took another deep breath, shaking your hands a bit. "I'm going in." You whispered, voice dropping in volume immensely. You didn't wait for a response, thinking you'd chicken out before he did. You stepped into the room, doing a quick search before heading to the terminal.
It didn't take you long to navigate through it to turn on the fire alarm. You pressed the screen and heard the shrill noise in your ears. It was loud but not loud enough to cover up the familiar sound of Doomfist charging his punch.
"Oh sh-" You didn't get to finish before he collided with your shoulder. You hit the wall hard. Tapping the device that sat on your chest, you recalled back to the terminal and blinked away as he turned around.
You started sprinting off. You could run pretty fast, but when Doomfist has a rocket power glove to propel him forward, it wasn't exactly a fair race.
"Cass we gotta go!" You yelled out. You could hear him say something over the comms, but the sound of the Doomfist's shotgun echoing through the room left it hard to hear exactly what he said. Most of the shell hit your body armor, but he did leave some shallow cuts on your legs and arms. Nothing too major. You would be surprised if any of them needed anything more than a bandage
The shotguns finally stopped, and you could hear Cassidy say, "I'll be there as soon as I can." You were nearing the garage doors that were the designated exit to get to the evac point. It was too quiet, and you had a half second of confusion before seeing a flash of blue travel over your head. By the time you skidded to a stop, he was already charging up a punch. Before you could blink away, his fist collided with your chest. He propelled you into the concrete wall with a loud thud.
You couldn't breathe. All you felt was pain and the cold concrete on your back. Your head was reeling, and you could swear you felt blood running down the back of your neck.
You instinctively tapped the device on your chest, but your recall hadn't charged up yet. Fuck.
A ringing filled your ears. You assumed it was from the head trauma, but you soon recognized it as the familiar beeps of Cole's magnetic grenade.
Doomfist was distracted with the grenade, so you blinked out of his vicinity. Cole started firing shots at him, and you tried to take the opportunity to open the garage door so you both could get out.
It obviously didn't work. When you tried to bend down to grab the handle, the pain was excruciating. You tried to stifle any noise of pain because you didn't want to draw any other attention. You would just have to wait for your partner to open it. You turned back around to see that Cole had managed to do a number on the man. You could see the burn on the large man's shoulder from the grenade and at least three bullet wounds.
Doomfist began to charge up a rocket punch, but he lost his focus for a moment. He must have heard something in his earpiece that made him change his mind because he turned back and propelled himself to retreat. You would have taunted him and called him a coward if you could actually breathe.
Cassidy flung open the garage door and turned back to you. "Are you okay to go?"
You rolled your eyes. "I'm just peachy." You managed to get the words out somehow.
You could see something in his gaze. Fear? Apprehension? You weren't sure exactly.
You both could hear the loud footsteps of reinforcements. He went to grab your arm, but he pulled his hand away when he realized it would probably hurt you. "We have to go, try and keep up." He said. He wasn't saying it as a challenge, more begging you to try. He set off fairly quickly, and you really tried to follow.
The impact of your shoes hitting the pavement made your entire body hurt. You couldn't breathe. Your head was spinning, you felt so lightheaded. There might have been gunfire, or maybe it was your heart pounding in your ears.
You both hadn't even made it 100 meters before you ducked behind a vehicle. You called out for him.
When he turned to look at you, his blood ran cold. The only thing keeping you upright was you leaning against the armored truck. Your face was pale, and your eyes were barely focused.
"Cole, I can't." You whimpered out between too shallow of breaths.
He stepped toward you, gently resting his hands on your shoulders. "It ain't much farther now, y/n" he said. His voice was shaking.
You shook your head. Your eyes filled with tears. "I can't." You repeated. "Just go." You said. You weren't thinking clearly. Obviously, you didn't want to be left here, but you also couldn't make yourself go any farther.
Cassidy scoffed slightly. "Y/n, I'm not going back without you. You know that." It was clear he was getting worked up, too. You could have sworn you saw tears in his eyes.
"I can't."
You would say something else but you couldn't find the words. Even if you did, you could hardly breathe enough to say anything. You were so lightheaded, and your vision was slowly getting darker as you struggled to breathe.
The voice of the pilot came through the comms, but you couldn't comprehend the words they said.
"This is gonna hurt like hell, but you'll thank me later." Before you processed the words he said, he maneuvered you into his arms. You let out a yelp as pain radiated through your entire body.
You could feel the air across your face as he carried you. You could see the shape of the dropship, but everything was blurry. You were just so tired; you just wanted to close your eyes.
"Stay awake, we're almost there. You can't d-" His words faded out along with your vision as you lost consciousness.
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Beep.... Beep....
Your eyes fluttered open to be met with the harsh lights of a hospital room.
Your entire body hurt. It was a dull pain, almost like Reinhardt sitting on you or something. The thought made you chuckle softly, which made the pain worse. You felt some sort of compression around your chest. You had quite a nasty headache as well, which was the worst at the back of your head.
You went to look at your surroundings as much as you could without hurting yourself. On the left was normal hospital stuff, but to your right was a sleeping cowboy leaning against the wall.
Your heart kind of melted at the sight. He definitely looked a little rough. He has probably been in your room for a while. You could see the beginnings of a five o'clock shadow on his face, and he looked like this was his first time sleeping in a while.
You contemplated letting him sleep and just waiting to announce you were awake. He looked really tired and probably needed the sleep. But you knew he would kill you if he found out. Plus, you were thirsty, and there was no way you would be able to get up and get something to drink without waking him up.
"Cole?" You called out, hoping you could wake him up just with your voice. You called out a second time, but he was still snoring away.
You took a deep breath before leaning towards him and touching his shoulder. You winced and inhaled sharply, but at least you woke him up.
"What the hell are you doing?" He asked, the genuine concern showing even though he seemed half asleep.
"I was just trying to wake you up."
"You really shouldn't be moving right now!"
"Okay, well, I already tried calling your name, so your other options would have been me screaming or throwing a pillow at you. Which would you prefer me to do next time?"
There was no malice behind your words. It was just your normal banter. The smirk on your face made most of the anxiety he'd been bottling up fade. He chuckled lightly. "How about there won't be next time?"
Your smirk only grew. "I make no promises."
Cole let out a soft sigh, relieved that you were still as endearing annoying as usual. "How are you feeling?"
You grinned. There's that smile he missed so much. "I feel like I was hit with a Reinhardt."
He chuckled. "Yeah, I bet you do. Doc says you have four broken ribs and a nasty concussion. Doomfist really did a number on you."
"Well, I would've done a number on him if he didn't run away like a little bitch."
That really got Cole laughing. Man, he really missed you. He didn't know how dull the days had been without you in them.
He took a deep breath, and you could just tell he was about to say something important.
"Not to interrupt, but before you start, can you get me something to drink."
He smirked slightly. "No."
You narrowed your eyes at him, sending him a slight glare until he conceded.
You wanted to sit up, but that probably wasn't a good idea. He handed you the cup, murmuring a soft thanks as you took it. You take a drink through the straw before handing it to him to put on the bedside table.
He sat back down, letting out a sigh before speaking. "You really scared the shit out of me, y'know that, right?" His voice was soft, much softer than he usually spoke with you.
"I figured you would've been throwing a party since you didn't have to deal with me anymore." You said, only slightly jokingly.
His face somehow became even more serious. "Why do you say that like I hate you?"
"I mean, sometimes it feels like it, I guess."
"Y/N." He interrupted. "I don't hate you." You could see his face beginning to flush. "Almost the opposite actually."
"Oh." You murmured. It took you a second to realize what he said.
"Oh."
He chuckled softly, shifting in his seat a bit. The vibe in the room definitely changed
"If it helps, I also have the opposite of hate for you"
He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. That was a relief. He wanted to get it off his chest after almost losing you. He put his hand on yours. "Good to know."
You opened your mouth to say something but stopped as the door swung open.
"Now that you two are done flirting, can I check your vitals now, y/n." Angela stepped into the room, a slight smirk on her face.
Now your face was heating up, too. You gave Cole an awkward glance before murmuring, "Yeah, of course."
As Mercy pulled a thermometer out of her lab coat, Cole's face changed to his usual smug grin. "If their temp is a little high, you know why, Doc."
You tried to contain your laughter. Ignoring the pain, you reached out and playfully slapped his arm. "Ignore him, Angela." You said, sending him a slight glare.
Junker Queen x reader requests are open >:) both sfw & nsfw - good at writing fluff ‘n smut and open to writing so very many, many things, but I reserve the right to say no to any request <3 send them to my ask box!
Hii, can I request mercy x Fem reader who is slowly getting depressed and avoid her? Like she's trying not to show it but somehow it slips? Or mercy saw her scars or smth? It's ok if you don't want to do it, anyway thank you for reading it💕
Ofc you can.
Tw: Sh scars, depression, feeling of hopelessness
Angela knew something was up as soon as you started hanging around less.
Up until now you were constantly by her side, holding her hand or basking in her presence.
You understood she needed to be focused while she was working, so you would just sit in her office reading or scrolling through social media.
The two of you slowly settled into a routine, Angela would work and you would mind your business.
However when she entered her lab and you weren't sitting in your usual spot she grew worried.
She decided that maybe you just went out to grab food, or had plans.
It was odd that you hadn't told her you would be missing, as you always informed her of your whereabouts.
It didn't worry her too much, but when you didn't return to the shared bedroom until late she began to realize something was wrong.
She's a doctor, she's seen patients with depression.
The first clue was you started wearing long sleeves, even in the intense heat of summer.
She really began to worry when you had no interest in doing the things you used to like.
You no longer wanted to go for a walk in the park with her.
You didn't want to go to the animal shelter.
She saw you less and less as you threw yourself into your missions with Overwatch.
Your eyes didn't shine the way they used to, your smiles didn't reach your eyes.
She decided to ask Winston if he noticed anything.
"She does seem to have less energy, she rarely talks anymore on missions. Is everything ok?" The ape asked
"I'm not sure. I'm going to confront her today." Angela muttered.
"Goodluck."
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Angela sat on your shared bed in a sweater and pj pants.
You opened the door with a sigh, shifting your jacket off.
"(y/n)."
You froze and slowly looked up to your girlfriend.
"Yes?"
"Is everything ok?"
"Yes."
"Cut the bullshit. I'm a doctor, I've seen patients spiral. Tell me what's wrong. Please. I love you with my whole heart and seeing you hurt makes me ache."
"Theres nothing wrong Angela." You gritted your teeth.
"BULLSHIT!" The doctor grabbed your sleeve and yanked it up. "What is this then?"
You froze, your pupils dilated in fear.
"Did you think I wouldn't notice? The lack of interest in things, the way you stopped hanging around. The long sleeves? Please, just tell me what's wrong."
At her hushed voice tears sprung to your eyes. "I'm sorry Angela. I just feel like I'm not good enough for you. You're amazing, you save lives on the daily. You're so kind and caring. You're gorgeous, I'm just a burden. I bother you at work and can't provide you with the things you deserve, I'm a failure. I don't deserve you."
"(y/n)." Angela placed a gentle hand on your chin and lifted your face to hers. "There is no one else I would rather be with. Your presence around my lab helps me work. You may not be a doctor, but you protect the innocent by working with Overwatch. Without you to bring people to me I would be useless. You don't need to provide me anything. We can provide for each other. You're so incredibly stunning and being with you is a blessing. No one else gets me like you do. No one else makes me laugh so hard I can't breathe. No one else drags me out of my work to get fresh air. You may not be perfect to the world, but to me you are my perfect girlfriend."
She pulled you into a hug as you sobbed.
As your sobs died down, she lifted your face up and kissed away your tears. "Depression is hard, I can't act like I know what you're going through, but I will be with you every step of the way. I love you and want to spend my life with you. We will get through this together. Now what do you say we get some ice cream?"
