The moment Kiriko met you, she knew she wouldn't have it easy to sneak right into your heart. You were close friends for a good, good while, but she would do the next little things to evolve your bond into something more than that.
Kiriko would create the opportunity to take you out on dates, disguised as "hangouts".
She absolutely had a way with words. It was one of her many attractive features.
She showered you with compliments about your outfits, hair, eyes, your achievements. Overall, you were shining whenever you were together.
Flirting is natural for Kiriko, but she'd always tease and play a bit further than that if she saw the chance to make you feel flustered.
She loved taking you out to the arcade, Kiriko would make some silly bet about who would win the most games.
"I'd like a kiss after I beat you at these games.. Don't worry, you pick where." She would suddenly ace all games, winning an innocent kiss on her cheek. Kiriko would feel her heart beating joyfully as she succeeded on the first steps of her goal.
Kiriko would always walk you back home, chatting, teasing, and annoy you playfully were her way to make you laugh and feel comfortable around her. She'd make you feel safe when going out at nighttime with her.
Her friends knew her for not caring much about clothing or appearance, but she'd make sure you smelled her sweet perfume or noticed her accessories whenever she picked you up.
Kiriko was a true gentlewoman. She'd carefully steer you to the inside of the sidewalk, away from the street. Her hands on your waist while doing so were the first things that made you feel real butterflies.
After a few dates, she'd have learned how to slip her fingers into yours, lacing them together as if it had always been natural. Whenever she caught your smile, she’d lift your joined hands and press a soft kiss to the back of your hand, her eyes lingering on you with quiet affection.
In her own way, Kiriko knows how to have fun and make you feel precious at the same time.
drabble for widowmaker, sombra and/or mercy with a big, tough female s/o who struggles with really bad night terrors and turns into a shaking whimpering mess just in need of hugs/kisses/affection in any form. Needs to be grounded and reminded that what she’s seeing isn’t real. can be SFW or/and slightly NSFW
Response for Anon below the cut! <3
Widowmaker-
It was the third night in a row that you had woken, frozen in place and covered in spiders. Little black legs scurried up and down your arms and they pricked your legs with their pincers. You whimpered helplessly as the insects marched closer to your face. They were just beginning to nip at your neck when a cool hand brushed your cheek and soothed your burning skin. You squeezed your eyes shut and slowly felt yourself returning to your body. Your girlfriend traced circles on your bicep as you wiggled your toes and fingers. When you reopened your eyes, the spiders were gone. You exhaled shakily and turned to face Widowmaker, your lips pressed into a thin line. She sighed and her golden eyes flickered with concern.
“Was it the spiders again, ma chere?”, she said, her rumbling purr soothing the fluttering in your stomach. You nodded weakly and slowly rolled over to curl one thickly muscled arm around her slight frame. She traced circles on your chest with her thumb and brushed damp strands of hair off of your forehead. Her ice cold fingers grounded you back to your bed, safe and sound with your thigh draped across her hip.
Normally Widowmaker would have protested your vice grip on her, but she instead melted into your embrace and placed slow kisses across your collarbones. You whimpered and pressed your nose into the crown of her head, the scent of lavender clung to her midnight locks and calmed your senses. You were drifting back to sleep when her soft chuckle rasped against your throat.
“What a sense of humor your mind has, plaguing you with visions of spiders when you already let one into your bed.” You huffed at that, and slipped a finger beneath her chin and raised her teasing gaze to meet yours.
“I would’ve been crazy if I didn’t make an exception for a spider as beautiful as you.” Her lips curled into a soft smile and you both laid your heads back to your pillows. This time when you drifted off to sleep, you dreamt again of a spider, but this time she was much sweeter.
Sombra-
The roar of ocean waves crashed over you as you jerked awake in Olivia’s hideout. You were on the coast of Mexico, safe in bed, with your girlfriend drooling all over you. Physically, yes, this was true, but your mind was still miles away, trapped in an endless black hallway with nothing but a cackling theater mask to keep you company. The sunrise was just beginning to spill through the shuttered windows. Liquid gold sliced across the covers of the bed and your fingers twitched as you itched to reach towards it, to feel the warmth on your skin and ground yourself.
You didn’t notice Olivia’s snoring had stopped until she detangled her limbs from yours and stretched luxuriously in the sunlight. She turned to you with a sleepy smile on her face until she noticed you staring at her anxiously out of the corner of your eye. Her features darkened and she reached over to grasp your hand, her manicured nails scratching your palm and giving you something to focus on other than the panic that was not being able to move your body. You began to whimper and she leaned over and placed a kiss to your lips, hushing you softly.
“Shh, shh, shh, it’s okay, it’s okay cariña, I’ve got you,” she said, her breath tousling the hair splayed across your forehead. Your breathing slowed as she continued to play with your fingers and whisper in your ear. The lilting words drowned out the laughter and jingling bells. You closed your eyes and a door at the end of the hallway slammed shut, sealing the eerie mask behind it. You gasped and lurched forward, but Olivia pressed a firm hand to your chest and held you in place while the other gently stroked your jaw. A smile cracked her worried frown and she re-settled on her side of the bed.
“That damn mask again,” you managed to croak, voice rasping past parched lips. Olivia hummed and reached across you to grasp the glass of water on your bedside table. She brought the cool crystal to your lips and tipped a few drops into your mouth. She chased the cool water with the warm press of her lips and you sighed as the heat of her mouth chased the remaining stiffness from your limbs. You wrapped Olivia in a bear hug and rolled her over, her giggles filling the sun drenched room. You smiled wistfully and were comforted by the brightness of her smile that could always chase away the worst of your nightmare.
Mercy-
The flames licked closer up the sheets but you could not scream. Angela’s likeness on the wax dummy next to you melted into a gruesome mess, blonde hair blackened and curled in the heat. You glanced down at your hands tied to your sides, and the putty-like skin began to slough off of the bones. Your throat ached with the muffled screams held inside.
Just as the flames began to lap at your toes, another warmth, soft and comforting, enveloped you. You began to shake and tried to fight to the surface of the vision. Eventually you were able to burst back to reality. To the reality of Angela straddling you and pinning your arms to the bed.
Your cries were no longer muffled. You sobbed openly as Angela’s grip slackened and her hands came up to cup your cheeks. She shushed and kissed you on the forehead, thumbs rubbing circles into your temples. Your cries began to slow and you brought your arms up to encircle Angela’s waist.
She was so soft and warm. Her thighs that had been clamped around you like steel were once again supple. You marveled at the strength she hid beneath her delicate frame. If she was in protection mode, she was strong enough to rival your own muscles. You moved your hands down to those thighs and squeezed. Angela tsked and smacked your hands away.
“There will be none of that right now, liebe. You need to get some proper rest, you have a long day ahead of you tomorrow.” Angela said this as she laid back down beside you. You heard her voice but your attention was focused on the hand trailing along the cut of your hips. She grabbed a handful of your waist and pinched, causing you to yelp. You blushed and she chuckled before planting a firm kiss on your lips. She pulled away and moved her mouth to the shell of your ear.
“Remind me where we were tomorrow after work and we can pick things back up, alright?” You huffed and tucked her head beneath your chin. Your frustration quickly melted away to sleep as she massaged your shoulder and you slipped into more pleasant dreams promising of the day to come.
I've been around the world and never in my wildest dreams
Would I come running home to you
I've told a million lies but now I tell a single truth
There's you in everything I do.
Widow wasn't normally the jealous type, she preffers the term 'protective' and it would take alot for her to admit that. She trusted you of course, but it was people she didn't trust. She only trusted you and (she would never admit it, but Sombra)
She knows you're more than capable of taking care of yourself. It's one of the many reasons why she's attracted to you; you're strong and independent.
You met in an untraditional way, at a party she was attending under cover. You had a bright, honest smile that stood out among all of the disingenuine ones of those around you. You stood out like a sore thumb, but in a good way. The way you eagerly greeted those around you was out of the ordinary, especially when you smiled at Widow. It took her a second to regain her composure. You had turned around as she was walking passed you to follow her target, but you tapped her shoulder and stuck out your hand. Initially it was going to be a short conversation until you pointed out the man Widow was following, which surprised her. You payer attention to those around you. And no one would really seem to guess that someone as sweet as you could be so, as Widow put it, aware. You have a good eye she complemented. And you offered her more information,telling her things Sombra didn't even know since as you said 'there's just some things you can't find out from a computer'.
After the interaction, Widow, with some help from Sombra, found some more information on you. You found out things about her and began an interestion relationship. It was almost as if you were her personal spy, with no affiliation with Talon. You joked that you could join, but Widow was very against it. NON, you will not join Talon. They would take you, yes. You're very smart, mon cherie, but they would not be good to you. It was a strange feeling for Widow, the twist in her chest when she thought about you working for Talon. It could only be described as a feeling close to caring. She would make sure you never joined Talon
Eventually you giving her information started turning out to be more of what one might call a date or several dates... Which led to actual dating. Though it took the two of you a while to admit it, let alone put a name to it.
It wasn't until a certain mission (you attended 'undercover') that Widow's jealousy came out. It's never out of the ordinary for either of you to flirt with other people to get information, hell Sombra had a non Talon related mission where you pretended to be Sombra's wife, but this particular interaction was just pushing Widow over the edge
There was a woman who might have some much needed information on a certain project that is presumed to be connected with Katya Volskaya... she happened to be at this party and she also happened to take a lot of interest in you. She couldn't help herself but to touch your waist and offer you many drinks. You played along and even placed a hand on her chest as she asked for a dance. Widow was not happy, but Sombra was having the time of her life.
Her hands, I will break every single bone in them if she touches your hips one more time I swear to God Widow whispered on your personal line. You smirked and looked over the woman's shoulder to see Widow glaring. It happened to be the perfect moment to respond to both Widow and this annoying woman Darling trust me, I'm only yours tonight. She smiled not understanding at all who you were talking to as the two of you swayed to the music.
Widow couldn't stand it and decided she was going to break the rules a little. She danced her way through the crowd and straight to you and the woman Excuse me, I believe you, mon cherie, promised me a dance. The woman attempted to interupt but Widow practically snarled at her as she grabbed you by your hips and pulled you against herself. You tried to speak but Widow stopped you. I know I shouldn't have but she was getting yo comfortable with you. That is not how you should be touched, its not how you liked to be touched. She turned her head away and you could see a small blush. You would tease her if you weren't also blushing. You thanked her, the woman was actually making you uncomfortable, which was rare. I should have stopped her sooner, she was disgusting.
After the mission, Sombra teased Widowmaker for being jealous and told you two to enjoy a night to yourselves. She knew Widow would go back to base just to sneak off and spend the evening with you. You were sure Gabe knew as well but he didn't seem to have any interest in informing any one of your evening plans let alone your relationship.
You waited patiently in your bed until you heard the screen door on your balchony open. You already knew who it was. Getting up. You rushed over to the living room to see her standing there. She walked toward you and immediately pulled you into her arms, kissing you slowly and with everything she had. Her tongue pressed against yours and her hands pulled at your shirt. When you broke away she continued to kiss your neck and cheek I hate seeing people touch you. I hate watching and hearing you flirt with them. You're so beautiful, they don't deserve your attention
You've never seen her like this before. (not that you were complaining) Almost as if she had a bunch of pent up frustration from multiple missions and that woman was the last straw.
Kissing you again, Widow led you to your couch and laid you down. She continued to kiss you as she climbed on top of you and slipped off her shirt. You're too beautiful for any of them, they should be grateful that they were not my target, because if they were.... You cut her off with a giggle and another kiss. What's funny? You smiled and said her jealousy.
it was very rare for Widow to blush, yet there she was. Her eyes went wide and she shook her head in denial, I am not jealous, and I WAS not jealous. I just.... I didn't appreciate the way she held onto you. It's not appropriate. You smirked and looked down to her hands that were pulling down your pants, 'And the way you're touching me is?' Widow blushed again. You promised you were teasing, but she pouted. You pressed a kiss against her pout which encouraged her to continue.
Widow pulled back one more time to try and plead her case but you pressed a finger to her lips, 'Show me how I should be touched.'
title: be known in it’s aching
summary: they are equal parts tender and vicious, three parts of the same whole merging, pulling each other apart at the seams until they are almost bursting, only to reform into one again.
pairing: widowtracily/lemonteamaker
rating: E, very nsfw
notes: me? posting a one shot? scandalous.
