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Sombra with a fem s/o just spending time together?

A/N: Hello! I apologize for the sudden hiatus. I had moved out and started Uni again so I’ve been super busy with that as well as life. I can’t promise frequent updates but I’ll try to post at least a few times a month at the least.

As for commissions, I haven't had time to fully consider them yet but given the circumstances it looks like I might take one or two on in the future. I will keep you all posted on that note though. Thank you for your patience!人´∀｀)

You had watched her with a soft smile while combing throughthe ends of her hair gently.  Sombra satidly over the edge of the bathtub wall of your shared apartment. Her back hadbeen facing you while you ringed out the knots of her hair and prepped it to bere-dyed. The thickly soft locks had already begun to fade towards the endsleaving them somewhat dull without her usual signature purple.

Breaks at Talon were quite unusual and, knowing thetrickster that is your girlfriend, you were more than sure she ended upsneaking out without so much as a notice to her “friends”. Nonetheless, havingher back and to yourself wasn’t something you questioned. Your door was alwaysopen for the moment she’d appear seemingly out of thin air. A trick she’s shownyou the hard way in a variation of boops and scares.

“I’m happy you’re back home, Olivia.” You murmur while runningthe comb through her hair and parting it in sections.

The purr of her name sets a spark of in her chest that perksher. She knows the hell she’s going to get when she pops back on base but theneed to be with you had long since won over. Sombra leans her head back towardsyour chest with a playful thump. The chunks of her hair gathered at your handescape your light grip easily when she does so. She looks up past your chestwith puckered lips, glossy from whatever Chapstick she managed to swipe fromyou, in an evident motion for a kiss. You lean over and plant a soft and gentlepeck.

“You know, if you missed me so much you’d think you’d kissme like it.” Olivia retorts, sighing in her seat. She immediately puckers herlips again, not liking the lack of heated affection. She means it playfullywith her arms crossed over her chest and her facial expression much tooanimated to be serious. You chuckle and kiss her crown.

“We both know if I do that, we won’t get anything done.”Taking her hair, you begin parting it once more. The sections separated andkept together with loose twists as you search the drawer for something to tiethem with.

“True but I wouldn’t mind that either.” She replies, headbuttingyou softly once more. The sections begin to loosen and spread, causing you tolose track of her hair with a huff.

“Olivia,” Youscold, “you better not do that when I start dying your hair.” The moment youraise a brow, her eyes squint with amusement.

“What are you gonna do if I do?” She chuckles at the poutyou give her before sitting back forward. With a swipe of fingers, aholographic screen appears before the two of you. Olivia types away until musicfilters through the room and the screen idly remains displayed for the two ofyou to watch.

“Do we still have enough paint?” She asks, continuing toscan through the shared playlists of your account. She brings her leg up to herchest and leans her head on it cautiously, this time careful of how you’veparted her hair. The comb clatters on the porcelain of the sink and she laughswhen you cuss under your breath.

“Yeah.” You murmur, moving to search through the bottom sinkcabinet. Sombra watches you shift behind her with her peripherals, shamelesslyadmiring you despite the bedhead and daylong PJ’s. “I bought some more theother day.” She throws you a kiss when you meet her gaze. One hand moves the screenover to a side, while she reaches to inspect the box of dye in the other. Shesmiles fondly knowing you’ve recognized her favorite brand in her color.

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?” She teases, poppingopen the box and holding the bottle of paint for you to grab. You pluck it fromher hands with finesse.

“All the time.” Youhum. “I save all the messages yousend me when you’re out.”

She chuckles, straightening out her shoulders and neck uponhearing the crinkle of the plastic gloves. “You’re too cute.”

“Nah.” You shake the bottle appropriately, mindful of howslippery the gloves make holding it. There had been an incident you both recallwhen Sombra had accidently flung it and stained a portion of the wall. Youchuckle remembering how she tried to talk herself out of that one, it wasendearing. “You should see my girlfriend, much cuter.”

“What can I say?” She shrugs with a cocky smirk. “Only thebest for you.”

She prides herself in the way you giggle behind her. Withyour hip, you give her a gentle nudge. “Change the song, dork.”

“Yeah, yeah, calm yourself.” She shrugs you away with agiggle and returns her attention back to the screen. You squirt a generousamount of paint upon the palm of your gloved hand and get to work on spreadingit evenly on the tips of her faded hair.

The night dwindles down with idle chatter and soft musicplaying in the back. Sombra laughs as she tells you about her work and a coupleof funny incidents that may or may not have been her doing within missions. Youscold her half-heartedly when she tells you about how she narrowly missed anenemy assault thanks to her translocator and she listens intently when youdescribe a minor misgiving at work.

Applying the paint only takes around half an hour and she’ssighs happily when you finish. However, her face contorts to a playfullyannoyed look when you top off her head in a floral shower cap. The laugh yougive is enough to shake her façade, chuckling and shaking her head at how sillyshe looks. Olivia swipes away at the screen, the purple hue pixels dispersingcausing the music to cut out completely.

“Thank you, Amor.” She stands to kiss at your cheek.Groaning slightly when her back pops from being hunched for a good while.  

“Of course, Hun.” You strip off the gloves while washingaway the leftover paint. Craning your neck over, you kiss her back. “Dinner’sin the microwave, you can eat while the dye sets.”

Her arms lock around your waist with a loud dramatic sigh. “You are honestly the greatest ever, I don’t know how I’ve made it this long.” Her tone is teasing while leaning her weight upon you.

“You know I was thinking the same thing.” You tap at your chin. “I guess its one code that you can’t crack” Sombra snorts, releasing you and promptlysauntering away. 

“We will see about that later.” She drawls, but the sound of the shower cap crinkling despite her silentfootsteps makes you chuckle too much to be taken seriously. With a flick, you turn the light switch off following her with agiggle and well-meant shake of the head.

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New Gridironhardt Reinhard skin!

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Small Announcement

This might be out of nowhere but would anyone be interested if I were to start taking commissions? I’m considering it since I’m moving out soon and can probably use the extra money. Though, I’d most likely only take 1 or 2 at a time. (´∀｀；) Here’s a poll where you can submit yes or no. (Its anonymous!)

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i absolutely love your writing dear. it’s so descriptive and it honestly just sucks me in. everything about it is absolutely amazing and your pacing? PHENOMENAL!

OOOOO THANK YOU!!! （´・｀ ）♡

i always worry about the pacing because i dont want anything to seemed too rushed so its reassuring to hear its p good!!! i’m happy to that you enjoy my writing ,thank you so much for the compliment!! 

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Could I request genji taking his female s/o's virginity? I'm a sinner >///<

(NSFW)

A/N: Oh honey, we all sin here on this blog. 

There’s something so familiar about the warmth of anotherbody under the fingertips of his hands. The gasps of breathes and temptingkisses that drip with needing want across his lips. His hair falls languishover the two of you like veil of silk. You giggle slightly remembering howshaggy it’s become without him having it trimmed after so long. His attentionshifts from your lips to the corners and then your chin.

“Genji.” You sigh against the rise of his cheekbone as hetends to nipping and kissing your jaw. He hums, lashes fluttering in a ticklishmanner but never stopping his course of action. These intimate moments of lingeringtouches and tangled mess of sheets he relishes with such delight. You’ve neverreally taken it very far, each understanding of each other’s own boundaries.But now, nervousness builds at the pit of your stomach along with the embers ofa much more prominent want. Its clear neither of you want to stop by the deepkisses that feel almost drowning.

“I want.” Genji huffswith a hot breath. He murmurs your name with another kiss to your lips as alithe leg of muscle bends up at the inner edges of your thighs. Heholds each side of your head in both his hands and looks to you with a gazethat makes your knees weak. His eyes are a brown so warm and swirled with anafter haze of desire. He licks over his lips, still wet from the mix of his andyour saliva. “I want to go further.”

You kiss him once more and he follows your lips hungrily fromthe force. “Just,” He pulls away and listens, “take it slow, please? It’s myfirst time.” He halts to a still stop with raised brows.

The familiarity of sex is one thing that Genji wasaccustomed to. It edges at his memories of his youth like a past life which, inhis consideration, feels as much. But, the foreignness resides in the emotionbehind each of his actions. The slowness of his kiss as if they’d be his last,down to the neediness of his urge to touch -to feel­- you against him. He is as hesitant as he is sure of hisanswer. He wants this more than anything, to join together in flesh as you’vehad at heart but a small bundle of self-consciousness tickles at the back ofhis mind. Love was never something young Genji ever fell into. However, thisGenji, the one who’s been through and learned so much, has dived much deeperthan he thought possible in any way

He breathes with waver in his tone. “My body.” He begins,suddenly hesitant to lean over you with such intimacy.

You pause and raise a brow. “Can you…can you not have?”

“No -I mean, yes.” He licks his lips again and exhales togather his thoughts. “I can have sex.” He clarifies. “All that is still intactbut most of my body is still like…” He lifts his robotic hand to your face inexample. Its a small distraction from the slight embarrassment he feels underthe weight of your curious look. It’s nothing rude or imposing. Though,discussing his anatomy after his robotic enhancements at a time like this makeshim feel abashed. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“Genji, you could never.” You assure him. A clear shiverruns down his back when you trek your fingers over his skin lightly. It pandersfrom the real skin of his body over to the edges then onto the carbon fiberwith ease. “I love you for you and I want you for you.”

“If you are sure,” He’s swallowing the lump at his throatalong with his nervousness, “then I would be happy to be your first.” There’sheat that rises from his neck to the tops of his ears. If his younger self wereto see him at this moment, flustered as can be and one sentimental moment awayfrom his suit puffing out steam, he’d all but mock him. But, he is content tobe in the current ‘predicament’ despite it all. The weight of your touch andlove all but worth the emotions he feels.

Genji finds himself at a small loss of where to start. Hewants to make you feel good, that he knows, but he doesn’t want to overwhelmyou. Well, not at the start of your first time that is. So, he settles tokissing you again. The curve of his palms tracing over your shoulders and downyour arms at a slow dragging pace. When his tongue prods at yours, his handshave settled at the edges of your shirt. His neck is stretched forward as yourmouth has guided him to follow the tilt of your head. His tongue laps at yourswith an occasional suck and kiss.

Your night shirt is the first to be discarded, tossedaside with no further thought. Genji’s eyes and immediately at your chest,staring with no shame upon his features. He cannot wait for his lips to wrap overthe perk of your nipples but, for now, he lurches forward to lock you inanother steaming kiss. Sneaky fingers land at the waist band of your nightshorts with teasing prods. They curl over the elastic before letting it slapback against your skin.

“Genji…” You huff, pulling away to looking at the playfulsmile on his face with lidded eyes. He chuckles an apology then takes control of yet, another sloppy makeout. Once more, they curl over the fabric with the rise ofyour hips and slide the underwear down and out of the way. He grazes his wayback and cups over your cunt, spreading your lips open and testing the waters.

He’s flattered and prideful at the slickness that greetshim, pleased to see you yearning for his touch. The ninja whispers sweet words, little ‘i love you’s’ and compliments that make your heart soar, while his fingers all but circle and tease your clit. The wetness of yourcore coating and helping the glide of his fingers over your cunt. He bites atyour earlobe, drawing a sudden gasp from you before smoothing it out with agentle suck.

“I’m going to add a finger in.” He murmurs clearly. Hismiddle finger strokes over at the ready. “Relax, alright? It might feel odd buttrust me.” Your hands at his chest ball up before you nod. Slowly, he begins toinsert his finger, praising you as you close your eyes at the feel. A smallsigh hits his cheek when his finger is in to the knuckle.

“Fine?” He keeps metallic hand is steady at your waist.Genji nuzzles his cheek into your hair before planting a kiss as well.

“Yeah.” You breath. He hums, beginning to pump his finger in and outslowly while twisting his wrist. It does feel slightly foreign but knowing itshim makes you feel more relaxed.

“You’re doing wonderful.” He assures. Mouthing at your earthen down to your neck before settling his descent at your chest with a nipplerolled around the heat of his tongue. Your arms wrap at his neck, further pushinghim into your chest. He sucks greedily and bites in tune with the thrust of hisfinger. The drench of your juices makes inserting another finger in all the easier.They curl in and hit the right spot causing your grip on him to tighten. Hemerely replies with a roll of your nipple between his teeth.

The thrust of his fingers quicken and curl until your legsache to trap him in place. He notices the neediness in your voice and the wayyour hips lightly meet him. However, before you can chase the high building up,he pulls out and away. Leaving you sputtering and hissing at the loss ofaction.

“Not yet, my love.” He remarks, straightening out andsitting back. Inadvertently licking his lips hungrily at the smoldering gazeyou share. “I’ve got something much better for you.” Promptly, the cyborg pokesat a few buttons along the lower regions of his suit before the metal piece athis crotch hisses from being released of its mechanism. The relieved sigh thatescapes him almost makes you giggle. You can only imagine how constricting itmust have been with the way you two have been carrying on. Gingerly, your eyes traveldownward and take in the sight of your lover’s cock.

It is slim but long, fitting to the shape of his lean body.It bobs at attention while he settles his crotch piece somewhere aside. Nervousnessand excitement bubble at your chest but, before you know it, your hands move togrip at it and he nearly sputters at the sensation. The few languid strokes yougive it is enough to dribble small droplets of precum. The fact that he is just as eager is reassuring.

“Hold on.” He says, placing ahand over your own in order to peel it away. Genji leans over to the nightstandand rummages of a small box. In mere seconds, it is torn open and discardedback with reckless abandon. In his hand is a shiny condom packet, already inthe process of being opened and tossed to land back with box. “Just aprecaution.” He spreads the rubber over length and tests the resistance with afew strokes of his own. Once satisfied in knowing it is placed correctly, Genjiadjusts your legs to open wide in order to accommodate him between them. Herubs himself along the heat of your soaking cunt. Your excitement coats overhis cock and you lean back into the pillows ready for whats to come.

Slowly, he enters you. Theinitial resistance has him careful not to hurt you but you’re so hot and you feel absolutely amazingthe more he goes. You watch as he slips in with gentle finesse until his hipsmeet yours and he’s at his hilt. Despite his resolve to keeping it gentle, hemoans loudly at the whiny mew you give him.

“Are,” He swallows and finds hisvoice, “Are you okay?”

“Oh, yes.” He leans over you and you immediately grind upwards to rubagainst his pelvis even more. The sensation provides an unfamiliar sting but theslick heat you’ve accumulated eases over it. The ninja breathes into the mess ofyour hair, straining to remain still. “Go steady but please move.”

Genji grunts, eyes focused solelyon watching you. He starts at a slow pace, easing his way out and pushing backin in the same manner. You sigh each time, brows tweaked and eyes closed. Youget used to his ministrations fairly fast before you urge him to speed up his pace.He complies, unsheathing himself and sitting back up. The Shimada rests on theback of this ankles once more and pulls your hips upwards. Your ass lays spreadover his thighs as each hand of his firmly grips your love handles.

Your boyfriend looks to your faceone more time, mirroring the affirmative smile you give him. He dips into youone more, drawing your hips in with his hands a bit more roughly. The pleasedmoan you give him lets him know you’re feel well for him to continue. He finds a rhythm in maneuveryour hips up and down, an occasional grind and flick of your nub with the flatof his thumb making you squirm with bliss. Genji moans and sighs at the rise ofyour chest with every gasp and the force of which it moves when his hips meetyours. He relishes in the feel of you taking his cock with ease and the warmtightness of your cunt wrapping around him. His ruts take speed, the lewdsounds of your body soaking his member and staining both his and your thighsfill the room along with sounds of your lovemaking.

“Genji,” You rolls your hipsalong with his feverishly for more, “Oh! Genji!”

He calls your name like a prayer, hushed and with a breathytone. His chest rises and falls heavily as sweat beads his forehead. Frustrationbuilds at his core when the position he has you in isn’t enough. An oldselfishness teetering and taking overwhen he lifts you up with his arms hooked underand around your thighs. He wants to feel you close and all the more deeper. Genjiholds you up solely with the strength at his arms and instinctively you wrapyour legs at his waist even tighter. The muscles of his arms work to lift anddrop you rapidly over his cock in time with the roll of your hips. His orgasm edges ever more prominent when you begin to call for him louder and louder. The kiss breaksas you squeal from him diving in. Desperately you cling to him, both armswrapped clumsily while one hand grabs a fist full of his hair.

He groans at the feel, having always liked having his hair played with. It was onlyright for it to be a bigger turn on for him during sex. With a tug at the baseof scalp, his head is thrown back in and he calls out to you with a slightfalter in the motion of his hips. Nonetheless, his grip on you remains steady.

“Do that again.” He moans, pushing in as deep as you cantake him till his pelvis hits against yours. “Pull my hair again, please.”

You can feel the quiver of his legs and arms as you do as heso kindly asks. He moans each time and hisses when you both start to grind inagainst each other so close to finishing. The lights of his suit are glowingintensely as his face contorts into a look of pure ecstasy. Heavy breathesleave his mouth with light moans and whines across the skin of your collar andchest. As much as you want to stare at the way his eyebrows scrunch over hisclosed concentrated eyes, you can’t help but bury your face into the side ofhis face. The coil just begging tospring free.

“I’m almost there, Genji.” You pant at his ear. “I’m soclose, please, please!”

He growls and drops you harder than before. The thrustaccompanied by a swivel of his hips that rubs against you in all the rightways. You curse his name and fall into the pleased spasms of your orgasm. Genjigroans, bottoming in and adoring the way you cum over him before following soon after. He splurges into the condom and whines with each weak thrust in doing so. The room shortly falls silent apart from the gasps for breathes. His skin is as sticky asyou are with a dust of sweat over it. His hair is messy and sticks to hisforehead which leads you to imagine how tuckered out you must look as well.

The ninja’s legs feel weak despite the durability they canwithhold. Tenderly, he places you back into the bed, pulling out much to fastaccidently. You hiss and he mutters an immediate apology while kissing yourshoulder. Genji discards the condom promptly before wiping away at hissoftening member with a tissue. He grabs another for you and, with care, cleansup your sensitive area.

“Forgive me, I might have been a bit too rough.” He confesses. The ninjarolls the tissue up and tosses it into the waste bin then moves to lay downnext to you. He settles the sheets over the two of youand rests comfortably at your side. “It has been a long while since my lasttime and I got much too excited.I should have controlled myself.”

“Its alright. I enjoyed it just as much as you, Genji.” You whisper quietly, reassuring him with gentle strokes of his hair. His eyesflutter closed but the smile lets you know he’s happy to hear so. “Thank you.” You add, kissing the bare skin of his shoulder gently.

“Nonsense.” He hums, kissing the crown of your head. “It was my pleasure and my honor to be your first.” The younger Shimada still sounds a bit sheepish at losing over to his impulses. But, nonetheless, he is content to have made you as happy as you’ve made him.

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That John Mulaney skit were he talks about liking how "MY WIFE" sounds in any case (the "and that's MY WIFE" joke) is most definitely McCree

Jesse would pronounce you as "MY WIFE/ HUSBAND" or "MY PARTNER" if given the chance with a deadass look of pride in his eyes.

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hi! I really am in love with your writing style wow...! and wanted to ask if you could write something for Zenyatta and how he is realizing he's in love, his struggle bc he's an omnic and reader a human and eventually confessing to reader? love you 💕 take care

A/N: S O F T stories for my boy.

Zenyatta believes in many things.

He believes he fell in love with you the moment he saw you.And, that he is foolish for only realizing after so much time. 

He’s rested in mediation with hope of helping him clear his mind and think over his deepest thoughts. However, like any other, there are timeshe believes in the negative possibilitiesfor having such strong feelings. It’s a strange thing in the world he lives in,sadly. For many, omnics and humans together can be a scandal as much as it cannothing but the norm. 

His hesitance stemming from that thought like a hurdle which threatens the peace of his composition. The last thing he ever wants to do is bringyou into more situations due to his love for you– his mere being as someone who wants nothing more than to cherish the idyllsof his affection. It plagues his system and fills him with discordance of his own. 

Yet, you’ve never shown him malice. Never held any ill will to him, only benevolent behavior and caring words. You’ve protected him a number of times both in battle and against the threats of ignorant strangers. Despite the constant, it has never deterred you from remaining a faithful friend at his side. 

And then, when he took noticed of your interest, it grew more to the calculated touches he craves for now. The metal of his frame upon the softness of your skin similar to that of lovers. The flush of your cheeks when he is near and which you are not the only one to notice. The private jokes and unspoken looks of just knowing what the other must be thinking in serious or comedic situations. its a form of intimacy he’s come to treasure. Then there is the synergy through the thick of battle and nicks of close calls. The omnic chuckles to himself as he thinks over such frivolities with a tender outlook. He believes he’s fallen even more for you over time,

There might be difficulty in how others might see the two of you but he doesn’t care for such matters. Your the only one of who’s opinion he cares for and he believes in a good feeling about the outcome.

It’s a peaceful day within the base. Agents retired in theirrooms or following their respective free-time schedules. A light drizzletrickles and taps at the roofs and windows like a soft song. You had taken theopportunity to occupy the main common room with the larger TV alongsideZenyatta, who sits snuggly at your side. The sound of the movie drowns out thelarger patters of rain but remains just a notch away from being mere backgroundnoise.

The time is right, he believes, under the calm of eachother’s presence. Your warmth is confronting even through the shared throwblanket that smells just like you. The edges of his long fingers kindly tap andmingle with yours. He wants nothing more than to hold your hand in his, claspedtight and knuckles peppered with phantom kisses. He wills away the negativethoughts and prays to the Iris for the courage that bubbles in his chest. Witha steady mind, he begins to voice his thoughts.

“I believe,” His soft tone draws your attention from hishand to his face, “that you might like me in the way I do you.”

“Is that so?” You reply playfully, fingers lightly titteringhis. He hums back while leaning his head down towards your shoulder, nuzzlinghis cheek.

“Yes.” He answers simply. “Like a lover, perhaps?”

You take the first step in intertwining your fingerstogether. The cool of his palm both smooth yet littered with grooved scratches.It’s warm from being tucked at your side under the blanket and curvesseamlessly into yours when you hold it.

“I believe you might be right.” You smile, content to have him at yourside in manner so similar yet different. He brings your joined hands tohis face, touching the back of the bend of your hand to where hips lips wouldbe. 

“You do not know how happy that makes me.” He tells you, brimming with joy. The aura of light surrounding him seeps past his being and serenely embracing you. 

Zenyatta believes in many things, it is first and foremost that heloves you more than anything.

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Reality (Genji Shimada X Reader)

A/N: Its been a long while since I wrote/ published anything that was not a request. This is something short that I wrote in the spur of the moment after seeing angst fanart of blackwatch genji. He has come along way and I honestly felt so heartbroken thinking about it so I made some angst/fluff.

Summary: Genji finds himself lost in a state of the past before your presence reminds him of all he come to known and love.

It’s a jarring experience.

To stare at one’s own reflection and see nothing but missing pieces that were only just there. Usually, there is nothing but fear and confusion. A pounding in his chest with a headache adding to the mix of emotions. Yet, as he watches himself stand before the mirror, there is nothing but numbness.

He knows the anxiety in his heart, the fear in the back of his mind, but his body wills itself to stand motionless. He can’t feel the nerves of his other arm, his real arm, nor the command to his mechanical legs.

He is stranded, eyes unblinking.

A dangerous glare is forced to stare at the machine he’s become. There’s a feign dull pain surrounding him, like he knows it’s there but can’t bend his mind along the reality of it. Congesting in on him until he’s forced to wither in pain from the unknow stubbornness that prevents him from moving. 

And so, he bears with his impending outcome. The Blackwatch logo at his chest brings nothing but memories of phantom pains and sleepless nights. The jaw plate at his mouth feels more like a muzzle holding down the jaws of a feral dog – just one moment away from striking. His hair is jet black and loss of all control, wildly poking about with large test tubes running down to his back. He feels like a dead man with sickly pale skin and dark circles under his eyes. A rage of anger coursing through his veins at sources unknown.

His chest burns hot with spite. With bitterness.

The taste of iron dwells on his tongue tantalizing and sickening all the same.

Fingers sways involuntarily with slight movements. The ache of blood lust tickling his palm. The sword at his back beckons him like a thirsted man to water and, if given the freedom to move, he’d grasp it without a second thought.

Suddenly, there’s a shift in the air. The frigid chill going noticed only when it is replaced with some akin to heaven’s light that dips through the curtains on early mornings and kisses his eyelids awake. He remains alert despite the way goosebumps rise along his neck. He feels the arms crossing his body before he sees them. They burn hot over his flesh before cooling and melting the stress of his muscles with tender touches.

“Hey.” The voice is hushed, harmonious and gentle. It nulls at his anger and fills him with something much sweeter. A soft smile appears on the face that perches itself on his shoulder. “Winston said your arm should be fixed by tomorrow.”

Genji Shimada blinks, his world altering in milliseconds to find himself in the present. He is still missing his arm, recalling having crushed it during his prior mission. Though, now, he is in the dormitory of some unknown Overwatch base many years past his Blackwatch days. The mirror reflects the dim green lights of his suit and dull shine of his silver plating which have chipped and scratched with use. He is aged with scars that have begun to heal overtime. The state he sunk into felt as real as the one he currently resides in. Yet, he’d much rather be here. With you.

Your body is pressed to his with affection. Momentos of your time together are scattered upon his room, pictures framed and knickknacks resting visibly. He closes his eyes for a moment to center himself. To feel the floor at his feet, the heat of your skin and the reality at his hands.

“I missed you.” A kiss is placed along the bend of his bare shoulder. Loud and sloppily before another follows in its wake. You stop short at the stump where his mechanical arm is missing. “I got so scared when they told me what happened on the field.” He doesn’t chuckle like usual. Tease you for worrying too much or feign disgust playfully as to how you leave let wet kisses all over him.

You eye him wearily at the silence. Though, his eyes remain planted on his person. Rapidly moving to scan over the planes of his body. Genji’s face betrays the race of his heart as he looks much too perplexed. The pounding of his human heart is prominent under the light grazes of your fingertips. Now, worry takes contorts your features.

“Genji? What’s wrong?” Your voice calls forth his attention. He snaps back into reality, back to the body he’s made peace with, and back with you with open eyes. Genji lets loose a breathe he didn’t know he was holding. His jaw aches from being released of its never-ending clench. He falls into you and let’s lose all the tension.

“Nothing,” He says, his real arm moving to grasp one of your hands. A tight grip takes hold of you yet you don’t mind. He kisses at your wrist before setting it over his still beating heart. “It was nothing, my love.” He isn’t ready to voice his thoughts, what he’d seen in his lost dissociation, and he knows you’ll wait for when he is. In the meantime, your mere presence comforts him. Reminds him of his peace, of his humanity and that he is a man who is loved that still has much to accomplish.

He rests his head backwards onto yours and you laugh when his shaggy hair tickles your face. This time, he laughs along with you while making a show of rubbing more hair all over your face. It ends only when the two of you lay in bed, tired from laughing and play fighting, that he holds you like porcelain. Gentle caresses of your hair with his hand as if feeling it was the finest silk he’d every touch.

He kisses your forehead with soft plump lips. Brushing them repeatedly, over and over, until he’d get his fill of you. You dig you face into the pillow knowing he’d never will and would continue for hours if granted. It not be the first.

This is real, he reminds himself, this is where my past has led me.

He sighs into the curve of you and flutters his eyes to sleep. A sentiment is returned and upon the feel of your lips on his does he reach a level of serene tranquility. Genji Shimada is not the perfect man, he knows. But, through the depths of hell and back, he has found a new beginning and a brighter future.

And, I cannot be more thankful.

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Well now that was a plot twist…..

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[zenyattayatta]

Symmetra and mccree

Symmetra: Describe your aesthetic.

I honestly wouldn’t know what aesthetic i fall into nor how to describe it (〃´∀｀)

McCree: What’s your #1 guilty pleasure?

junk food rIP

[zenyattayatta]

Hi! Reaper, Junkrat, Reinhardt and Lucio? For the ask thing!

Reaper: Tell us about an embarrassing middle school/high school phase.

I went through the full Weeb Phase™  back in middle/early high. I’m still a little embarassed by it now but I was just young and enjoying myself.

Junkrat: Name your favorite pastime/hobby.

Playing games would most likely be my fav pastime. I recently started playing The Wolf Among Us and I’m super hyped to progress. 

Reinhardt: What is the thing you love most about yourself?

My dumb sense of humor tbh, I love being able to make myself and my friends laugh. 

Lúcio: The last song you listened to.

FLY by Marshmello, I’ve been super into that cheerful yet chill beat it has 

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Overwatch Asks ♡

Offense ♡

Genji: Any body modifications you want but are too scared to get?

McCree: What’s your #1 guilty pleasure?

Pharah: How closely do you think one should follow the rules?

Reaper: Tell us about an embarrassing middle school/high school phase.

Soldier: 76: What do you think you’ll be like at 60?

Tracer: Super speed or super strength?

Sombra: Favorite way to tease/annoy your friends.

Defense ♡

Bastion: Which animal can you see becoming your lifelong partner?

Hanzo: What advice would you give to your younger self?

Junkrat: Name your favorite pastime/hobby.

Mei: Favorite flavor of ice cream.

Torbjörn: Name three first three things that pop into your head.

Widowmaker: Last instance that really tested your patience.

Tank ♡

Reinhardt: What is the thing you love most about yourself?

Zarya: How do you bounce back from difficult situations?

Roadhog: Bacon, sausage, or neither?

D.Va: Of which accomplishment are you most proud?

Winston: What is your dream job?

Support ♡

Lúcio: The last song you listened to.

Ana: One thing that keeps you motivated.

Mercy: Do you prefer to give or receive?

Zenyatta: One thing that brings you peace.

Symmetra: Describe your aesthetic.

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Guys ask me stuff 💜 I’m too lazy to write right now and it’s been a long ass day 😥

[zenyattayatta]

i love!! zenyatta!!! sm!!!

[zenyattayatta]

Poly (if you don't poly then sep) MeiVa and Male S/O helping each other through flashbacks and other PTSD. I think this fandom often forgets the emotional trauma that these characters go through. Their cute butts and thighs don't stop the human condition.

A/N: I couldn’t find any MeiVa gifs in the gif search thing. (ノ﹏ヽ)

And I agree! I don’t think its necessarily forgotten just tended to be ignored or not touched upon in a sense?

Added a read more due to length of the fic. 

There are sleepless nights for everyone within the Overwatchbase. Each with their own reasons and own dealings with different ways ofcoping. However, you startle momentarily when you woke to find your girlfriendsmissing. The sheets were scurried about, pillows tossed a bit restlessly whilethe sides they slept on remained cooled. The only evidence that they hadn’tgone far was Snowball sleeping in it’s portable charging pod while D.Va’s phonerested next to it.

Sluggishly, you slink off the bed. The cold floor was nonetoo kind to your feet but the curiosity of where your lovers went scurried offthe freezing temp. With a bit of strained movement, you scuttle out the dormroom door and unto the hallways wrapped in a throw blanket. You find themsitting in the lunch room, only one set of lights on leaving the gigantic roomrather dim.

“Hey.” You shuffle closer to the two, your presence stillnot noticed. Mei has a hand to her face with a twisted expression as sheapplies pressure to her eyes. Her glasses lay on the table unfolded and facingaway. D.va stares aimlessly into the steaming cup of tea they each share. Eachcup with a theme you had chosen prior to gifting it to them.

“Hey, Hun.” Gently, you place a hand at her back. Thescientist flinches at the sudden pull back to reality. The jerk of her bodyenough to gather Hana’s attention. Both girls shifting their gazes towards you.Suddenly, a smile appears on their faces, although, none too convincing.

“Hey there.” Hana greets with a yawn. Her face is stillpuffy from sleep, the dark of her eyes all too telling of the late nights she’sspent awake. You’d have to help her out in forming a decent sleep schedulelater on when either of you were more awake.

“Did we wake you?” Mei asks timidly. Her shoulders settle clenchedin worry but you merely shake your head. The action relaxes her slightly as shesighs relieved. They shuffle off opposite of you to make room. Hana is thefirst to take your arm and place it over her shoulders. She rests her head atyour chest and remains quiet while snuggling into you. The tender action brings a shortlived smile to Mei’s lips as her hands thumb at the handle of her cup. When the two of you have settled she leans into the warmth ofyour side.

“What’s got you two awake so late at night?” You ask,adjusting the blanket to cover Hana as best as it can.

“Nightmares.” Mei replies quietly. Her hands move from hercup to squirm under the blanket. She wraps them around your arm and drawsherself close. Her cheek never moving from the comfort of your shoulder. Herhair is messy and tickles your cheek when you rest your head upon hers. Sherevels in the comfort you bring her closing her eyes and melting into you .

“I dreamt of the war.” Hana begins, her eyes remain trainedacross the hall. Yet, the wistful look tells you she isn’t quite here. Herbrows knit together and her body shudders violently.  “It was like I was there again. I saw all my friends, I saw them fighting and dyingwhile I had to just keep going. Icould smell the metal, the dirt, the burning smoke.” You squeeze her and bring her to you, “It was so loud, so chaotic.” Her closes her eyes andpresses into you with hard pressure. She inhales deeply, breathing in the scentof you in an attempt to pull herself back in the moment. She mentally remindsherself she’s back on base, in another country with people she loves and who carefor her. Mei outstretches a hand which Hana takes graciously. You both hold her kindly.“I was so scared to be back there, it felt so real.”

Her voice is muffled but her body still tremors with haggardbreaths. You run your hand from her arm to the top of her head. Her hair is disheveledbut smoothens as you run your hands through it. She whimpers close to you stillafraid to open her eyes and see the reality of her nightmares. You try tosoothe her the best you can as Mei pipes up, drawing your attention.

“I,” Her face is twisted once more in sadness. Her eyes glisten with welled up tears as she tightens her grip on your arm and the hand that holds your Hana.“I felt out of my self the other day.” Her voice is low and she blinks at thetears.   Though, you encourage her to continue by nudging her with your head andthreading your fingers together with her hand. D.Va to watches her with understanding and patience upon hearing the worry in her tone. Mei’s hand squeezes you both once more reassured that the pair of you are realand with her.

“I was working in my lab and going over notes. Something wentwrong with a test I was running and the machine began beeping and blinking.”She pauses in a moment to compose herself.  “I felt really jittery like I wasn’t myself inthat moment. All I could hear was the shrill beep of a flat-line and the redlights of a malfunction.” She stops, her exhale is shaking with tears that paint her cheeks.  “All I could see were the faces of my friends, the onesI lost. It got cold, so, so cold andalone.” 

“Oh, Mei.” Hana sighs sympathetically, sadden even more to hear a partner of her’s suffers so similarly to her. 

“My loves, I am so sorry.” Youkiss the tops of their head gently and nuzzle them close to you as if wardingaway any negative thoughts or feelings. D.va holds you like a lifeline with a clutchedfist at the fabric of your night shirt. She continues to whimper lightly buther shaking isn’t as intense. Mei places her forehead at the curve of yourshoulder while wailing softly.  “What you’veexperienced is traumatic and I can only imagine how it has left you two to feel.”

“It’s hard.” Hana muffles from your chest.

“It really is.” Mei nods solemnly.

“I’m always here for you two, no matter what time and nomatter where.” You add, momentarily tightening the hold on their hands in reassurance.“I think,” The tone of which you direct is, you hope, only soft and comforting,“tomorrow we should stop to see Angela or Zenyatta about this, the anxiety andthe flash backs.”

You don’t press the issue when they remain silent. Falling into a state of comfortable silence while you consolidate with soft whispers and touches.Mei sniffles at your shoulder as you let her cry her heart out. Your head remainson hers while you swipe your thumb slowly on her hand. Hana controls herbreathing at your chest, taking long breathes in tune with the way you run yourhands up and down her hair. It takes a long while before they settle down andeven then, you do not rush them in moving away.

“Can we stay up a bit more?” Hana asks looking up at youwith pursed lips. She doesn’t mean to give you puppy dog eyes but you’ve alwaysbeen a sucker for how naturally adorable she is with you two. The warm smileyou give her lifts her spirits, if not slightly. The Meka pilot remains holdingthe fabric of your shirt with a loose pinch.

“Only a little bit longer, we all need our sleep if we wantto do our best tomorrow.” Mei replies with a small smile. She wipes at her tearswith the heel of her hand before D.Va pecks the other hand she holds. The three of you relishingin the moment of support for one another. Curtly, she lifts her head to you. “Willyou go with us tomorrow? To see Angela and Zen?”

“Of course, I’ll be there with you every step of the way.”You stifle a yawn, which cause the two to giggle. The feign look of annoyance yougive them only have them burst into a louder fit of laughter. Hana is the firstto part from the three of you. She stands only to move behind you both andthrow her arms around in a big hug.

“I love you both so much.” Hana gushes kissing the cheeks ofboth you and Mei. Her face is red and puffy but the look she gets while holdingyou both sends a warm feeling through the two of you.Mei and you share a look before she murmurs with tinted cheeks. You each share tired smiles but kiss her back simultaneously on either cheek. Her face squishes as you do so.

“We love you, too.”