#ow scenario

[tacticalvisor76]

a/n: something for genji. not sure how or what to tag this as, but i personally felt a lot better after writing it. 

“Never trust a man whose smile steals the breath right from your lungs.” 

Is something that Genji told you when the two of you first met all those years ago in Hanamura, back before he and Hanzo had their battle. The time before he became a walking weapon, doing what was needed of him and killing without a second thought. The Genji of the here and now whispers those same words, his body not what it used to be, but something more. Something stronger and more durable than when he was a human, then when he was in Blackwatch and to what he is now in the recalled Overwatch. 

Now his words hold some vulnerability, showing you a chink in his armor both physically and emotionally. From his expression to the look in his eyes and how his lips seemed to pull into a thin line before turning into something that just radiated pain, almost as if he’s asking for something he shouldn’t dare to ask of you. 

“I wish that I had listened to my own words, but I trust you with every single breath your smile steals from my lungs. I give it to you without a fight, because when I’m with you... it feels as if I’m breathing once again for the first time when I saw your smile all those years ago.” soft and fragile, is the tone of voice that reaches your ears, pulling away from you putting that distance between the two of you again. The warmth of his hands holding your own would vanish, and you’d be left with only the memory of it. 

Reaching out to grab his wrist, you pull him back to you. The space between the two of you closed once more while you cup his face in your hands, rubbing his cheeks with your thumbs. 

“You’re smile is still as sappy as it was then Genji. I’ve been in love with you long before you even approached me you dork... God’s do you know how hard it was not to kiss you when you smiled for me?” 

“Then do it. Kiss me.” Genji laughs, that smile you love so much changing his expression, the sadness vanishing while you gladly lean forward and kiss him.

“Never trust a man whose smile steals the breath right from your lungs.”

Genji’s advice was useless because you were already in love with his smile before the two of you met face to face in the arcade all those years ago. In a time where the weight of the plastic guns warmed by your hands and sweats gave way to the horror of using the real thing. Things are different now, you can kiss him without fear or hesitation because this time you would keep him safe. 

[tacticalvisor76]

a/n: not the best, but here’s an attempted write at electric play with human genji. more so an appetizer/practice writing for the main corse of cyborg genji and a better/more confident write for this at a later date!  

Genji couldn’t stop his wonton moan from escaping his lips when you gave him a slight shock on his ass while the two of you just lay around on the bed, Genji is quick to ask for more. His voice breathless, all sighs and moans while you focus on getting him out of the stuffy suit he was forced to wear, already starting with singing his praises after breaking a few of the buttons on his suit before is finally removed 

Lingering for longer than is needed, you smile when you pull away shushing him when he whines and attempts to follow you. He stays still when you tell him to, peppering his forehead and wrist with kisses before you tie his wrist together to the head of the bed, rendering him unable to freely make use of his hands.  

The water-based lubricant is spread on his stomach, making him jump at how cold it is compared to how warm he is. The electric tingling has his stomach, it tickles, but the further down you go a tiny moan escapes him. 

Running the violet wand along the inside of his thighs, you repeat the action before switching thighs and kissing along where you had moved the wand before settling on his thighs. Dancing the want around the dip of his hips to right above his cock before moving the wand slowly up his body once more, kissing right after moving it across his skin and using your free hand to massage little circles onto his twitching thigh. 

Another pass of the wand over his thighs and the dip of his hips is enough to send Genji overboard. A moaning twitching mess beneath you before you set the want to the side taking his cock into your mouth, humming it and that’s all he needed to spill over into your mouth, tongue moving across your lips when you pull away, reaching for the wand once more to start moving it over his sensitive body once more. 

With a cocky smile, Genji wholeheartedly accepts the kiss that taste of his own cum before you focus on pleasuring him once more. 

[tacticalvisor76]

a/n: part five in the friends with benefits bw genji/reader oof it took so long to actually get this out. i’m pretty happy with it despite how short it is this takes place during a random point in time just like all of the shorts thus far. 

rusty with not safe for tumblr stuff so ahh// i hope that this is okay. :v 

part four

He’s not sure why he’s so fucking annoyed with other men touching you. Hands moving and resting in those soft delicate places he’s come to call home-- he hates it. Hate that he’s not sure why he’s so upset, but also that you’re letting them touch you so casually. Marking you as their property with their touch, lips, teeth and various little decorations that adorned your form when you return from a mission. 

Decorated, smiling, pleased and happy with the information you received. All while Genji wanted to wrap his hands around the throats of those you were with and horde you away for himself. 

It all comes to a head when he finally tires of letting whatever this is rile him up as it’s doing. A simple fuck would clear this up, his hands resting where they touched, kissed and left their marks on you. He couldn’t adorn you with gifts of gold and jewels, but he could leave something similar with the marks left behind by his teeth and his hands. Decorating your neck and all the way to the tip of your breast like those golden chains that rest there. 

 He’s all rough edges, not focusing on your pleasure at all. Lost in his own thoughts as he brings you over the edge, once, twice and he’s not sure of how many time afterward, but he just keeps going. Face buried in your thighs, covered in your slick while he continues to tease your sensitive clit. Nipping and digging his fingers into your thighs and loving the way you urge him further when you hold him in place. 

Your cries are like a drug, a song on a loop that he would never tire of hearing once he finally, finally settles himself inside of you. Music to his ears, and the louder you became the more it drives him to keep you here, tied to him with your eyes only looking at him. 

The taste of iron fills his mouth, he knows he’s bitten down too hard, but the pleased moan he ears from you, the way your hands grab his hair and hold him against your neck sends him over the edge. 

His kisses on your neck smear the blood from the bite and leave little red blossoms on your neck. Slowly trailing down to your breast, stomach and the inside of your thighs. Those red blossoms would be washed away, but the marks left behind by his teeth would take some time. A clear signal of what he wants to say to others. 

“Mine.” 

[tacticalvisor76]

Hi! Just saw the box was open and since it was really hilarious, can I get a quick scene of Reaper, in wraith form, 'haunting' the reader's house for laughs? Thanks!

a/n: sure here you go!! sorry for the delay in getting this out! here’s a few headcanons for you!

Reaper’s haunting comes in the form of things not being where you last remember those things being.

He the shadow you see out of the corner of your eyes and when you turn to get a better look he’s obviously not there.

He moves the curtains, makes noises, closes doors and cabinets at random. Mostly due to the fact that he loves seeing how others react to such things and be enjoys your reactions.

Sometimes he will run his fingers down your back, legs or neck to make you think that theirs a bug on you.

Likes walking past you and leaving a chill in the air.

Also holds your hand whenever you’re sleeping, but very obviously distressed.

[tacticalvisor76]

Can you do Gabe (post fall) coming home to s/o really tired and annoyed. S/o sings “La vie en rose” (if you don’t know it, listen to the original and then the covers. They’re amazing, I like the cover by Reneé the most) to him and he just falls asleep in their lap. Sorry if that is rlly long, I just love your work so much😶💝

a/n: i’ve listened to this song before, but i never knew the name of it! here you go anon, sorry for the delay in getting this out!! 

Gabe was drained, that breaking point that everyone tells him to avoid he can feel it hanging off of his shoulders, hands wrapped around his neck and all he can do is adjust the collar of his shirt and swear. Everythings too close and way too loud, but when he sets foot in your home, the space he shares with you it feels a little more light, easier for him to breath. 

Laying his head on your lap, it was the start of the ritual between the two of you. A smile on your face, hand running through his hair and then you’re beautiful, and wonderful voice would fill the room. Gabe would mumble some of the lines, not feeling as if his voice was best suited for the song, earning a laugh from you, a pause in your singing to give him a kiss. On his forehead, his cheek, his nose and then his lips. 

Letting the kiss linger, a smile as you kissed him and started singing again. Gabe couldn’t help but laugh, entwining his fingers with your own as he slowly, but surely dozed off. 

[tacticalvisor76]

Hello ^^ Can I just request some Okami Han comforting reader fluff? My guinea pig (Had him for a few years and loved him to death) passed a couple hours ago and I feel kind of out of it.. You can totally ignore this, up to you ^^ Thank you!

a/n: here you go, sweetie. 

Hanzo lacks the words for you're sadness and tears so he sits there with you. Letting you sob into his chest while he runs his hands through your hair, shushing you in a soothing tone while trying to get you to focus on breathing. Rocking you back and forth, he’s seen that this sometimes works for other humans as a distraction, something to focus on than whatever was upsetting them. 

Losing a companion, a friend you’ve had for so long hurts. It leaves a large hole in your heart, where all you could do is cry. Looking at things that remind you of them, focusing on memories, seeing pictures and such brings a new wave of tears. Pictures hurt you the most, it hurt you because you ask him what if questions. What if you could have done something? Something more than you were already doing prior to the passing of your guinea pig. 

Hanzo kisses you, and he keeps kissing you. Tasting the salt of your tears, he speaks. He wouldn’t let you blame yourself, life works in ways that not a single person could ever figure out. 

“Their loss will be felt, but smile for them. Remember how happy it was to live with them, to take care of them. I’m almost certain that your dear friend wouldn’t want you to blame yourself.”  

 You cried you would miss your friend, and Hanzo would do his best to make sure that you smiled.

[tacticalvisor76]

a/n: wanted to write a short before sort of thing for doctor/nurse reader genji that i wrote a while back hope that it came out alright cause ooooF the idea wouln’t leave me alone. 

i guess you could consider this more so me just writing about genji and what he felt more so than a reader insert. 

His breaths were frantic, exhausted from crying. From screaming out asking Hanzo why he had done this, why he had turned his sword against his own brother, asking turned into pleading for him to stop. For him to stop tearing, ripping and rending his flesh from his bone. To just stop hurting him, wishing that with every fiber in his heart, that his tears might move his brother just as they had done several times before. 

But all that looked back at him was ice. Coldness and duty. Genji knew that he wouldn’t survive this, he wouldn’t be able to reach Hanzo, not behind that thick wall of ice covering his eyes or his heart. 

So he laid there, listening to the sound of crying that did not belong to him (his tears all used up) everything hurt. Pain, deep and vibrating through his bones sort of pain that he was sure to feel in the afterlife. 

Despite everything, the final breath he took was slow, peaceful and carrying the wish that maybe in another life he could have fixed things. Genji didn’t expect to open his eyes and to see some random person writing things down and looking at a clipboard. He didn’t expect to be saved, to be turned into some sort of living weapon. 

His final breath was supposed to be a peaceful sending into the afterlife, but he woke up and thus turning from something peaceful to revenge. He’d make everyone around him regret giving him a new body, a second chance. 

[tacticalmonster76]

Hey! Can I request "I'm going to try getting you out. Just hold still." And *places hands on the glass* for a monster Jesse McCree with a loving ending? You can choose what he is! :D

a/n: GOSH I’M SO SORRY THAT THIS TOOK SO L ONG! this request is from this prompt list right here! Check out our Rules Page and Master List!

The small little golf cart jerked again, making you curse silently while you gave the container on the cart a glare over your shoulder. The creature in the tank was not happy in the least bit about the way you’d chosen to get it out of this place, you can’t blame it in the least. What with the water being sloshed around, a moving vehicle, and its thrashing tail wasn’t helping it in the least bit. 

“Alright! Today is break out day! So are you ready Jesse?” you placed your hands against the glass, swallowing your fear while the monster looked at your form, it’s own hand resting flush against where yours was placed on the glass. 

Taking that as an okay you removed your hand to start fiddling around with the control board. Using the small chip you snatched off of a guard and went about sorting through trash and various codes and such to open the tank. With a loud hiss and the sound of moving gears and grinding metal, you cheered, only for a searing pain to make you scream and see red. 

Ranked B persons filed into the room, guns trained on the opening in the tank while one person shot you in the leg and moved to place the barrel flush against your head. 

An inhuman, ear-splitting scream filled the room while the monster in the tanks limbs ripped the Rank B’s and surrounded you while the screams mixed and mingled. 

What bold words for you to say to a monster who to your knowledge didn’t speak a lick of English, but despite everything didn’t rip you limb from limb like the B Ranked persons in the compound. For a lowly D Ranked person that alone was a miracle, to not be killed by an obviously hostile monster. 

Placing your hand back on the glass tank you felt something warm, slimy and wet hold onto yours. The monster chittered, teeth clacking and those brilliant brown eyes swirled with gold looked back at you.

“I’m going to try and get you out. Just hold still,” your voice was quiet, but the monster heard you responding in some garbled fashion making you smile while it kissed your fingertips with the same reverence it had every other time before this. 

You return the gesture, kissing Jesse’s own hand before focusing on driving. A nice little home by the ocean waited for the two of you outside of this hell hole, and you couldn’t wait to leave this place behind.